#i am unable to not draw fluffy hair

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

cacaoviar content from yours truly

woohoo finally finished that cacaoviar fic- believe me when i say i opted to cut it short cause i didn't know where to go (i am not a writer help me)

anyway cacaoviar mini-fic technically for @limboraptor under the cut :thumbsup: (y'all are free to draw stuff about this btw)

It was an early morning in the snow covered, cliffside, kingdom, truthfully a little too early for more than half the kingdom.

Dark Cacao, dressed in his royal kimono, furred cloak over his shoulders and crown discarded for the moment, was of the only few actually awake, a candle on the chabudai he used as his desk, and a cushion beneath his legs where he sat on his knees.

The contents atop the low built table consisted of paperwork and documents, mostly diplomatic things involving other kingdoms, a small ink vial, and the quill in the nobleman's hand.

If you were to ask him, Cacao wouldn't be able to give you a reason as to why he was up so early, mindlessly filling out paperwork. No one was to be visiting him, especially at such an hour of the morning, so it's not like he was just passing the time with paperwork.

Or, at least, he thought no one was supposed to be visiting him.

Turns out his seafaring, not yet boyfriend, boyfriend had different, specifically unannounced, plans.

Cacao was startled from the calm of methodical scratching against paper by the sound of the door to his quarters being forced open, rather unceremoniously too, the screeching of the sliding door against it's frame greatly unpleasant to his ears.

Before Cacao could look up, a familiarly warm hearted, albeit shivering, voice range from the door.

"Cacao!" A snow covered, and slightly frostbitten, Captain Caviar shouted with delight as he barged into the room, tossing aside his coat onto the wooden flooring.

With a soft sigh and warm smile, Cacao rose from his cushion, clasping his hands together as he moved to meet the sailor halfway.

"Caviar." Cacao greeted with a nod, before he brushed some snow off of Caviar's fluffy hair, unable to help himself from toying with the soft dark curls for just a moment. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too!" Caviar grinned widely in return, his hands placed on his hips as he leaned into that small moment of a gentle hand in his hair.

In the back of his mind, Caviar wanted that moment to last a lot longer than just a few seconds, but, he wouldn't admit that. At least not aloud.

"…You're freezing, aren't you?" Cacao suddenly chimed, narrowing his dark purple-ish brown eyes, as he moved to remove his cloak, draping the warm, heavy duty, fabric over the barely covered sailor, gently bundling him up.

"Whaattt?? I'm fine! A little cold never bothered me!"

"You frequent tropical seas more than you do glacial seas, you are more often on a boat than you are on land, and it's six in the morning."

"…Y-Yeah- so what?-"

"Do you truly expect me to believe that you didn't spend half a day tripping and falling through the snow just trying to get here? I'm well aware sea legs don't mix with multiple feet of snow."

"…Okay fine- I might have fallen a few times-"

Caviar crossed his arms, puffing up his cheeks as he snuggled up in the furred cloak, to which Cacao couldn't help but chuckle warmly at the sight of.

Cacao, taking one of Caviar's hands in his own, his own scarred fingers grazing over the callouses of the sailor's, callouses that he found beautiful in their own way, built from years of hardwork protecting his home.

With a small, gentle kiss to the back of the sailor's hand, the nobleman looked up at him through dark, white speckled, eyelashes, and spoke with loving concern. "My dear captain, do I need to remind you that you can't be visiting my kingdom without weather appropriate wear? One of these days, you'll end up catching a cold."

Caviar however, face flushed with bright red blush, looked away from Cacao, covering his face with his free hand.

"Look, I've been trying alright- wearing such heavy clothing just ain't comfortable-" Caviar tried to argue, yet was met with a look that quite clearly said "and yet you're soaking up being in my cloak".

Without even a proper word from Cacao, Caviar continued. "This thing's an exception alright!" The sailor argued, the nobleman giving not but a small laugh at the sailor's attempts to defend himself.

"I suppose, perhaps, I'll have to have something tailored for you then, yes?" Cacao offered, as he turned over Caviar's hand to nuzzle the sailor's palm, gently kissing the rough skin.

"Y-yeah…" Caviar managed to mutter, a rare sight for the sailor to stutter but one that Cacao reveled in nonetheless. "W-whatever floats your boat-"

Suddenly, Caviar stiffened, his face scrunching up, before he sneezed, his body reacting violently, his entire body bouncing a little. Rubbing his nose with his fist, Caviar was quiet for a few moments, Cacao staring at him in surprise.

Before inevitably bursting into a fit of soft laughter, pulling the sailor closer to him. "I believe my point has been further proven." Cacao murmured through his laughter, pressing his face against the sailor's forehead, brushing away some of his fluffy hair to kiss his skin.

The sailor sniffled, rubbing his face with his arm as he grumbled a little, visibly irritated by the fact the cold had gotten to him this time.

"It was just a snee-" Caviar went to retort, but before he could finish, he was cut off by a small yelp as Cacao clasped his hand, tugging him along after him.

Both grew quiet as Caviar stumbled after Cacao, the sailor's expression softening to match the nobleman's. Caviar would have said he was surprised when he noticed they were headed towards Cacao's bedroom, but truthfully he wasn't.

Nestling into the nobleman's bed with him had become a routine for the sailor, especially when making visits like these. It wasn't like anything had happened yet anyways.

So, without complaint, Caviar carefully clipped off any accessories he had and set them on the nearby nightstand after Cacao released his hand, the nobleman going to make the bed and get some tissues for the sailor's nose.

It took a couple minutes, but eventually, Caviar got comfortable.

Wrapped up in Cacao's cloak, with blankets pulled up over his body, and a plush of the nobleman in his arms, Caviar couldn't help but smile softly.

It wasn't long after Caviar got settled that Cacao joined him, carefully climbing under the covers with him, snuggling up to him despite the possibility of getting sick as well…if Caviar was sick.

"…You're a goof ball." Caviar grumbled despite shamelessly resting his head on Cacao's chest, pressing his nose into the slightest bit of skin the kimono couldn't cover.

The nobleman smiled, bringing his hand up to twine his fingers through the curly locks of Caviar's hair. "But I'm your goof ball, aren't I?" Cacao retort, grinning lightly against the sailor's hair.

Caviar released a soft chuff, rolling his eye in a manner that said "shut up and just cuddle", and quiet Cacao did grow. Aside from the faint rumbles that resonated from his chest alongside his beating heart.

It was an ever snowy afternoon in the cliffside kingdom when Caramel Arrow and Crunchy Chip found their king fast asleep with the sailor they'd come to know as his unofficial lover.

Neither cookie said a word, simply smiled softly as they looked between themselves and the sight before them. Eventually, they left after making sure the two were tucked in properly.

A small plushie of a rice cake hound was the only thing left behind that implied the two were ever there.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #captain caviar cookie #dark cacao cookie #cacaoviar #i'm surprised i didn't fuck up spelling anything ngl- #anyway enjoy your food cacaoviar community

[randombush3]

Would you write a fluffy stay away image of the proposal or like moving in together???

yeah ofc! this is what I imagine the proposal to be lol (sorry that it's not that fluffy but it just fit so well)

[...]

Being injured is not the ideal excuse for a romantic getaway, but my dodgy hamstring has provided us with the time together anyway. 

I spend the first day moping, frustrated by the tournament I see on every TV I turn to, unable to escape the feeling that I am missing out on things I would have definitely won. Leah puts up with it, dragging me to the gym for rehab, coaxing me into the pool for relaxation, kissing me when my frown intensifies and a small stormcloud starts to brew above my head. 

She blinks thrice when I ask her why she is glad that I am injured. The football season has ended, and this part of the tour takes place in England. We would have spent time together anyway: she knows that she cannot use that excuse. 

“I thought you would want me home to recover properly,” I continue miserably, poking at the grilled lamb on my plate with my fork. She spreads some tzatziki over her flatbread – a new development in regards to her taste buds – and does not look up at me until she has constructed a wrap, filled with as much as possible to draw at the silence. To buy herself time. 

Then, finally, “don’t you like spending time with me?” She pouts to take the piss. 

“I do.” 

Her nod is triumphant, as if we have not been together for years. We fall into a comfortable silence, though Leah’s foot bounces up and down underneath the table. “You know,” she says, mouth full of food, “the spa here has, like, a nail salon and stuff. Hair salon, too.” 

“You want to get a mani-pedi and a blowout?” I tease, toeing off my sandy sliders to stop her bouncing with my own foot, tired of how the table is beginning to shake. “What a cute date idea, Williamson. It’s as if my years of begging have finally paid off.” Leah has always claimed her feet are lucky, and that no one is allowed to touch them. And then, for her hands, they are ‘too perfect to paint’. She refuses to admit that she has never come to get her nails done with me because she, like some hyperactive five-year-old, is unable to sit still. 

“No, no. I thought that you might want one so I’ve booked you in for 11am tomorrow. Only for a manicure.” 

In any other circumstances, this would be quite sweet. But, on a romantic getaway that Leah branded as ‘a chance to catch up’? Suspicious. “We’re on holiday, alone, and you want me to get my nails done?” 

“Well, I’m going to propose and I figured you’d want the pictures to look nice.” 

I drop my fork. It clatters onto my plate with the same amount of shock Leah wears. “Leah, I am going to forget you said that and give you another shot at it. Okay?” 

Bright red and frozen in her chair, Leah breathes, “yeah, thanks.”

#randombush3 #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagines

[catiuskaa]

new task: valentine’s day {ACTS}

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 4.408k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 2: UNDER THE STREETLIGHT}

After avoiding Seungmin like the plague all Thursday, only looking at his back when you zoned off in class, Friday arrived earlier than expected.

You hadn’t been able to concentrate at all, the thought of his sweet taste lingering in your mouth, almost letting you feel the ghost of his lips pressed against yours.

“Hello? Earth to… oh, you’re awake, Jesus.” Abril looked at you with a smile, but she was unable to hide her worried look.

“Of course I am,” you mumbled, shaking your head sideways. “What’s going on?”

“You haven’t even touched your delicious and totally-not-overcooked pasta.” Lara mentioned the cafeteria lunch as she poked it whith her fork, full of humour. “It leads to believe that you’re dealing with something far more interesting that the technical drawing homework, that’s for sure.”

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“Is it because Henry Li has been ignoring you?” Noa mentioned softly.

You blinked, puzzled. “Huh?”

He’d been ignoring you? Now that she had mentioned, maybe that could’ve happened. Maybe you would’ve realized if you hadn’t been so focused on Seungmin and whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes…

…or maybe you should look for an easier name for it.

“Uh, no, he invited me to this new place today, actually,” you brushed your hair with your hand mindlessly. “But I’m fine. Really. Just tired.” You smiled at the girls, and joined in at their conversation.

After lunch, you separated from Lara and Noa, who had literature, and Abril, who had been hanging out with a guy called Jeongin from her photography club recently, and so you headed to the study room.

It was a quiet place, quieter that what you had initially expected for a high school study room. Matter of fact, you thought it was a pity that the school closed it after class, considering that in that case you wouldn’t have to walk to the public library.

You opened the door silently, finding that there were barely any students, only three or four people studying silently. You were heading towards a lonely corner so you could listen to music in a high volume without having to pay attention if it could be heard through your headphones. Or maybe, considering that it hadn’t been a lie and that you had slept like four hours maximum, you could probably rest there until the bell rang.

You snickered when you looked to your right, finding someone struggling with the technical drawing homework that had been assigned that morning, the one that Lara and Noa had been talking about.

You gently tapped the guy’s shoulder, but spoke before he even turned.

“You’re missing this incline here,” you whispered on his ear, your arms coming above his shoulders, placing your hands above his, placing the square and bevel on the right angle. “It should be seen, but with dotted lines, get it? That way the side-view makes sense.” You added with a soft giggle.

“Oh, right. T-thank you…” he mumbled, not facing you.

You brushed it off as weird, but your sleepy self wasn’t bothered enough to notice or pry, and instead smiled, ruffled his hair and settled in your cozy little corner, placing your scarf in between your arms and rested your head on it, merely “resting your eyes”, but only if a teacher happened to come and check on the students.

Seungmin stared at your sleeping figure, eyes almost wide. He felt like his heart was going to explode underneath the layers of flesh. His hands tingled, his usually warm and sweaty palms missing the comfortable coldness of yours, so soothing and relaxing.

Either you had completely gone crazy, or he had fallen asleep trying to complete the stupid assignment. He knew you were good at technical drawing, it was one of the subjects were he wasn’t. It wasn’t a surprise when several students started asking you for help on their papers and assignments, considering that you were one of the few who was able to receive praise from the teacher, a middle-aged man with no kind of vocation with kids or teaching, by any means.

But it had never happened when he was the one in need of help, had you ever considered the idea of helping him.

He watched you, puzzled, as he had never done before, and maybe it would be the first time of many because Seungmin found himself liking what he was seeing, dare I say mesmerized by the image before him.

By you.

Your sleepy figure was as calm as he had ever seen from you, sleeping with little to no care in the world. Your hair remained stuck in a ponytail, which allowed Seungmin to notice that it left the skin of your neck visible, and despite the voice on his head saying that it was a behaviour quite like a man from the Modern Ages, just being so fixated at that small bit of skin, he couldn’t help but feel bashfully amazed.

Suddenly, he noticed you licked your lips, your eyes still closed and your small smile never faltering, but that made something start to flutter in his stomach, as if a whole lot of butterflies had been awaken at the sight of you, tranquil, and sweet, and cute, and he forced himself to stop looking at you abruptly, wondering why he had done that in the first place.

Licking your lips only made Seungmin aware of how dry his were, and action plus the thought of your lips immediately brought back what had happened on Wednesday.

Crazy. He’d gone completely crazy.

He felt his hand slowly approach his lips and he grazed them with his fingers, almost able to taste your chapstick back on his lips. Because he had been able. All Wednesday night. And a small part of him wanted more of it.

He blushed, scratching his eyes. He hadn’t slept shit, his mind betraying him every time he attempted to close his eyes instantly going back to the memory of how you stared at him after your kiss, dark pupils, and red lips, and so ridiculously gorgeous that it made Seungmin wonder why whenever he saw you he resorted to his first line in code: being mean.

He never used that side with anyone. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried, because small, teasing and slightly unhinged Kim Seungmin had tried to be himself in middle school, and… well.

Let’s just say that it didn’t work like expected.

But everyone loved dorky, funny and sweet Seungmin. Even with the difference with grades, that had definetely not been appreciated in his early years, nowadays people would see that as a part of him, and he recieved praise for it, not only from teachers, but also nice classmates, who sometimes went to seek help from him.

He just needed to pretend for a bit. Smile here and there, and put on a sheepish act of bashfulness that despite it not being natural, it wasn’t totally bad. It wasn’t like middle school.

But then you came in the picture.

Something about you made Seungmin want to tease you. To see you finally look at him after battling in your head if you even should, and then, sometimes when you were mad enough, you’d glare at him, and he couldn’t help but grin. Your cheeks flushed in anger that creeped up your body, how you looked at him through your lashes or how you’d tease him back. The first time you had done that, his brain’s chemistry had changed, he was sure of that.

He didn’t care about the mean remarks, and that now seemed almost obvious, considering what had happened almost two days ago in the school bus.

But it got impossible to miss when Seungmin noticed your sleepy self shivering in your slumber. With a mental groan, careful of not making any kind of loud noise in the study room, he slowly got closer to your corner, and tried to close the windows near it. And failed, because the stupid windows were old and rusty, only able to move them a bit.

He bit his lip, arguing in his head. Would that be enough? No, it probably wasn’t, right? Yeah, it couldn’t be. Considering that you always wore thin clothing, always borrowing your mates’ jackets…

…it couldn’t possibly hurt to do a bit more, right?

Seungmin approached you further, and shook a hand close to your face, but you were dead, as still as a fallen tree, despite the sunlight that enetered throught the windows glowing on your face, the Sun in winter, that brought little to no warmth, made you shine in his eyes.

He’d see you in the public library a couple of hours later. It didn’t mean anything. He could probably tease you for sleeping in school later. Yeah. And then he’d ask for his jacket back.

Seungmin was lost in his thoughts as he carefully settled his jacket over your shoulders, and he froze when you sighed deeply, surrounded by a familiar warmth and a cozy scent that you didn’t know you had missed or needed until then, but you didn’t wake up.

He blinked when he noticed your phone in your hand, the screen suddenly turning on. He giggled at your wallpaper, which had a silly joke on it and a funny doodle of a banana.

But then his eyes trailed down to the notification that had made the phone turn on.

[3 new messages from: henry li🫧]

> sorry i didn’t get to see u yesterday, had to sort smth out!

>guys.its.totally.a.real.address.wdym.lol

> it’s the address for later, shortcake 😉❤️

…huh?

Seungmin blinked once. Twice. Nah, his glasses had to be deceiving him. Then, another notification popped up.

> can’t wait to see you ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

He winced silently.

Ugh. What a cringy choice of emojis.

Did you really like this guy?

He frowned, going back to his place in the study room.

Ugh.

He didn’t care, obviously. Why would he care? That wasn’t his business. Never was, never would be. Not like he was interested. Pffft, no. Not at all. Yeah, nah. That kiss had been a one time thing. Totally. 100%. He wasn’t thinking about it again. Nope. Nor did he want to kiss you again. Not in a chance.

Just… ugh.

It was just that… no. Scratch that. No further comments.

He sighed as he went back to his work, feeling a sudden inspiration hit him as he took out a blank paper for the English class valentine’s assignment, but not before he looked at you again, then shook his head, turning the music back on in his headphones. He started writing, drafting, and throwing papers away, getting slightly desperate at his perfectionism.

He sighed. His eyes trailed off towards you.

Slowly, words started to flow in his head. Pretty sentences, things that he had kept hidden in the back of his mind. Maybe it could be good to let it all out. It couldn’t hurt. Yeah.

So he stared writing. Vomiting word after word. And he finished earlier than expected, with two papers.

One was perfect for the english assignment. It was boring and dull enough to be handed in for a school work, but good enough for his perfectionism.

And the other… was something different.

Something that had only happened because you were there, in front of him.

He stood up, letter on his hand. He leaned against the table you were sleeping in, and settled the jacket further on your shoulders. He sighed, grabbing a pen from his pencil case, folding the letter and signed it.

Maybe it was a bad idea, he thought as he picked up his stuff from the table and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He looked at your figure once more before heading out.

It had been to check if you were still asleep, of course.

Just to check.

Yeah.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Your phone vibrated in your hand again.

And again.

And again.

With a groan, you silently accepted that there was no way you could fool an inanimate object into believing that you were still asleep.

But when you yawned and looked around and didn’t find the posters in your room, but rather a whole bunch of tables and chairs, your eyes widened.

It hadn’t been your alarm but a phone call that had awoken you.

“Y-yeah?” You mumbled, picking up the call and quickly taking your backpack and scarf and rushing out of the study room, taking a quick scan and making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind.

“I’m heading to the club now, shortcake.” A low voice greeted. “Are you getting ready?”

Who…?

“H-henry?” You frowned slightly.

You heard him snicker through the other side. “Yeah?”

Fuck, shit, fuck.

“N-nothing! Nothing, I, uh, I was just doing my make up. Y-you know.”

What? You frowned, even more this time. No, that didn’t make any sense. You always blabbered about how you never did your make up for clubbing because the one you owned was cheap and never stayed on anyways.

“Sure, yeah.”

It didn’t seem like he had noticed.

“You can head there before me. I’ll go there eventually, yeah?”

You heard him snicker on the other side of the phone call. “Ok, baby.” He cleared his throat, stuttering a bit. “Y-yeah, I mean, I’ll uh… get there in a bit. Don’t rush.”

Only then you felt that the wind from outside wasn’t freezing your bones like usual. You squinted at the jacket you were wearing.

“Henry, did you…?” But he hung up.

It probably was him. Yeah. That’s why he had called you. To make sure you’d wake up.

Besides, there were little to no people who’d do such a kind gesture towards you, and even if the jacket was pretty much your style and it smelled like heaven, it didn’t feel like something any of the girls would keep around.

So, why didn’t it made you feel giddy that Henry had given you his jacket?

You kept on running through the hallways and catched the bus that was usually there for students who had extracurricular classes, unlucky people who had to stay in school late in Fridays. You never had, using Fridays to be a bit lazy or to start homework sooner just to hand it in earlier than Seungmin.

Oh.

Friday.

Seungmin.

The library.

You bit your nails, staring through the window.

Would he wait there for long?

What was he going to do once he figured you weren’t going to show up?

Were you… feeling guilty?

No… that… that couldn’t be, you chuckled dryly. Mean decisions against Kim Seungmin didn’t spend too much time on the judgmental side of your brain. You just… teased him back. And he’d take it. And double it. And so on.

So why did this feel too mean?

Could it be because of whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes?

Could the fact that it had been the best thing that had happened in a long while?

Well, fine.

Not just ‘thing’.

A kiss.

And for fuck’s sake, what kiss.

You groaned and grunted, sprinting home as soon as the bus stopped.

Why did it always have to be him?

You entered your room and burst open your closet. The jacket was cool, you thought. And if you were going to see Henry, you could just wear it and hand it back to him in the club.

It was vintage, but its warmth engulfed you as if it had been handmade. Its funky designs and patterns looked cute, and its grey color contrasted well with it. You chose the first dress you saw, a tight black dress with no sleeves that you would’ve discarded as too short if you had more time, but it wasn’t exactly something you could’ve bragged about.

Jacket, dress, high socks, boots, wallet, phone, keys, headphones… yeah. You nodded, checking all of the boxes in your mental list, and started hurriedly walking to the address he had sent.

You hoped you weren’t going to be too late.

[☆★🌷★☆]

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…”

“The number you are trying to call is turned off or out of coverage. Please, leave your message after the—”

You hang up, tired of hearing that mechanic voice over and over again.

You looked around you, and there was nothing that looked like a club. You had tried to enter the building that the address lead to, but it hadn’t got well.

A strange figure opened a small window and gave you a look, almost disgusted. It took you a second to understand that they were wearing a mask, with dark lace and other colours. But just when you were about to speak, the window slammed close.

You blinked, puzzled. Where the fuck was Henry sending you? What kind of club was this?

You had started to roam around the building, trying to call him —and failing misserably, because the damn guy couldn’t pick up the fucking phone for the life of him—, but now you were starting to run out of ideas.

It was past 12pm, your legs shivered with every slight wind that swooshed your way, and there was no one that was going to pick up the phone. Not Henry, that ridiculous imbecile, not Lucas, who always bragged about having his phone in night mode, so nothing would get to him until morning, and not the girls, because Noa had her phone turned off, Atenea was most likely sleeping, Abril and Lara hadn’t picked up either, and your list of close friends who could possibly pick up was… that.

And no one was picking up the fucking phone.

You were about to keep on ranting about how disgustingly bad this was turning out to be, but you heard footsteps coming your way. You looked around, but didn’t find the source. With a frown, you walked to the building again

Placing your hand on one of the windows, who were dark and almost impossible to see through, you could notice that in the dim light from what could be seen outside, Henry was well entertained with a certain kind of company, so much that he couldn’t even pick up your phone.

You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the tinted glass. Of course. Yeah. That made total sense. It was Henry, after all. He had always been known to be kind of an asshole anyways. It couldn’t possibly come out as a surprise the fact that he actually was.

You shook your head and mentally mocked him and the blond girl he was kissing.

Henry Li could go to Hell.

Guess there was nothing left to do now. You had dumped Seungmin, and Henry had dumped you. It was an ass move over an ass move. Maybe you kinda deserved it.

But then your thoughts ended in a halt, because you swore you could feel a shadow starting to follow you from a distance.

They were behind you, but not too close, and due to their hoodie it was imposible to distinguish their face.

So you started walking. Turning left. Right. Left again. Right. Just kept on walking. Don’t look behind you. They’d probably just leave. This had to be your imagination, 100%.

But when you took a peak, the silhouette was not only still behind you, slowly walking towards you, but a slight bit closer this time.

You swallowed dry, gulped, even. Your heart tightened in your chest. What kind of joke was this? Your eyes were tearing up. You were tired, and this was mental. Adrenaline rumped through your body, and even if you were already lost, you kept on walking.

You took your phone from your pocket. Think, think, think. Who could you call? Who could pick up at one am? You scrolled down your list of contacts, until for a reason you don’t fully get, your eyes stopped at a certain name.

—> seungmeannie

It couldn’t possibly hurt to try… right?

You sniffed almost silently, and pressed call.

One beep.

Two beeps.

Three beeps.

You started crying a bit louder, unable to hold it back.

“Eh, hi…?”

“S-seungmin!” You sobbed, smiling. It was the first time in your life you had been that happy just from being able to hear his voice, raspy and low.

“W-what?” He stopped talking, and you guessed that it was because he hadn’t figured out who was calling him so late at night. “Do you know what time it is, you fun-sized dingus?” He groaned sleepily at the phone.

You bit your lip and sniffed.

“Wait. Are you… crying?” His tone had changed.

“I-i’m sorry about t-this eve-ening.” You sobbed, failing to hold back the tears, hugging the jacket that was still on your shoulders.

“Are you drunk, little one?” You never thought your shoulders could relax as fast as they had when his soft tone of voice called you that stupid nickname.

“N-no, I… I went to this stupid club, with-“

“With Henry, yeah.” The way he said his name, as if he wanted to put that stupid bitch in a box and send him to the end of the world took you by surprise.

“B-but um, he’s not picking up my phone and I…” you gulped. Taking a peek behind you, you shivered. “I think someone’s following me.”

“Wait, what?” Seungmin had never stood up from bed as fast as he had done that night. “Where are you?” He asked to the phone as he randomly picked a sweater and his glasses, biting his lip as he struggled to put on his shoes.

“I… I don’t know.” You sobbed. “I started walking away so he’d go, but it didn’t work.” You mumbled, sniffing. You felt so stupid.

“Everything’s going to be fine, yeah?” It was the first time in the whole afternoon that you felt like that statement could be true. Because Seungmin was going to help you. “Don’t hang up. Tell me what buildings can you see. Try heading away from small alleys. I’ll find you.”

Seungmin rushed out of his appartment, not before scribbling down what was happening in a post it note and left it on his mother’s bedside table.

“T-there are some restaurants, but they’re all closed.” You started, dubious as how was this going to work. “There’s a road to my left.”

“Can you name any of the restaurants, little one?” Seungmin had a hunch, and he huffed, sprinting to the plaza closest to his appartment.

“I just passed by a Mexican, I think.” You sniffed, Seungmin’s soothing voice working like a charm and calming you down slowly. “In front of me, I think this is a Japanese… it’s called Ginza.”

Seungmin chuckled, feeling relief flooding his body. “Y-yeah, ok! I- god, yes, I know where you are. Keep walking straight ahead. There should be a park, right?” He started running, hiding the fact that he’d have to rush and make the usual fifteen minutes it could take him to arrive where you were and make them five.

He needed to see you and make sure you were safe.

“I… shit, yeah! I can see it!” You went back to crying, a smile planted in your features.

“I’m almost there. You’re doing so well, little one.”

You felt your cheeks getting warmer at that. Walking a bit faster, you looked behind you, finding that the silhouette was still there.

But Seungmin was close. Seungmin said everything would be fine.

“S-seungmin?” You mumbled at the phone, wanting to hear his voice, so soothing and warm.

“Under the streetlight, silly.”

You heard the beep that sounded when Seungmin ended the call, but he was there, tangible, a couple of meters away from you.

You chuckled, happy to see him for the first time ever, and crying away the pent up stress and worry, you ran off to him, and clung your arms around his neck tightly, unbothered at the need to stand on the tips of your toes to do so.

Seungmin stuttered, still panting from the marathon he had ran to get there, 100% baffled at this. But it was ok. You were there. You were safe.

“T-they’re still behind me.” You whispered against his chest.

He could feel your nervousness on your tone, how scared you were judging by how strongly your arms closed behind his neck, and hesitated for a second before hugging you back, his arms pulling you closer by your lower back, keeping you grounded and so weirdly safe in his grasp, and it felt so strangely comforting coming from him that your eyes swelled with more tears.

You couldn’t see or feel the person behind you anymore, but Seungmin did, somewhat clearly.

The only thing that his mind made up that moment is that for the person to leave, they’d have to believe you two did know each other.

And Seungmin’s heart beated loudly in his chest when your grasp loosened and you stood back on your feet, allowing him to see how your lip trembled, how you were holding back tears and how you looked at him with a million emotions hidden in the colour of your eyes. He had never seen you cry before.

His hands itched to touch you again, a sudden need to comfort you that overwhelmed him.

So he did.

His hands cradled your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tears, and he pecked your lips softly, smiling at your baffled face. His arms engulfed you in a comforting hug that smelled so much like the jacket you were wearing.

He looked behind you, and the silhouette was nowhere to be found. As if it had never been there before.

“It’s ok.” Seungmin whispered in your ear. “I’m here now. You’re safe. They’re gone, yeah?” His arms rested on your shoulders as his slender hands stroked your hair. “No one’s gonna hurt you now, pretty.”

And you started to cry on his shoulder, because not only then you realized how bad you had needed a hug, and not even the fact that it had been a hug from him that you had secretly yearned for, but because none of your excuses made sense now.

There was no ‘fake’ or ‘real’ Seungmin.

Whatever he was, fake or not, stood in front of you as he hugged you under the streetlight.

And you sighed as he cooed at you softly, because deep down you had known for a while.

It was time you came to terms with it.

[☆★🌷★☆]

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[aquagirl1978]

The King's Command - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: Chevalier spends a day at work with his son

Tags: Fluff

You stood at the doorway of his office, silently watching – no, admiring – the love of your life. The afternoon sun poured in through the windows, casting him in an ethereal glow; his already light hair now appearing platinum. His brilliant blue eyes were cast down, meticulously reviewing the documents covering his desk. Even while performing such a mundane task, Chevalier still managed to take your breath away. 

The quill in his hand scratched lightly on the paper as his elegant handwriting filled the page. He paused, setting the quill down on his desk. A tiny hand darted out from its hiding place and grabbed it. When Chevalier reached for his quill and discovered it was missing, he knew precisely who the thief was. 

Sighing, he removed the quill from the child’s hand, roughly patting his fluffy blond head. “Papa needs this,” he said quietly. 

Your heart filled with warmth watching the two of them, remembering earlier that morning when Chevalier offered to bring the young prince to his office. 

“Let me spend some time with him,” Chevalier offered, brushing a kiss on your cheek. “Tell me how the story ends later,” he whispered, smiling at you as he watched you reading. 

“He’s a handful,” you warned, as you closed the book, putting it to the side. 

Chevalier scoffed. “He’s reading a book.” The young prince was dwarfed in a plush chair, surrounded by piles of books.  

“It’s when he is not reading...”  

Chevalier scooped his son from the chair and carried him in his arms. “Mama needs some quiet time,” he whispered. “You’re spending the day with me.” 

A little finger reached out and flicked his father’s forehead. Stunned, Chevalier stared at his son and then turned to you. “Did he just...?” 

Covering your mouth, you stifled a laugh. “He does that all the time. I wonder where he got it from.” 

Chevalier turned his attention back to his son and narrowed his eyes. “You do know I am the King?” 

The little boy laughed in his face, his laughter free and joyous. “No, you’re papa.” He took his small hands and squeezed his father’s cheeks, a very rare, pale pink blush crept on the King’s face. 

It was a small gesture, but when your husband and father of your child was the King, nothing was ever small. 

Chevalier’s loud sighs interrupted your thoughts. “No scribbling on papa’s papers.” He tugged at the paper in the young child’s hand, the boy already displaying a firm grip, just like his father.  

He held up the document his son just drew all over. “At least your penmanship is more legible than that of your foolish uncle.” Chevalier patted his son’s head, ruffling his blond locks, as he placed a blank sheet of paper for him to draw on.  

You continued to watch them; their voices hushed. The young boy looked up at his father with big, blue eyes. Unable to hear what they were saying, one might think Chevalier was telling his son a story.  

You couldn’t have been standing there all that long when a sweet voice called out to you.  

“Mama!” 

Chevalier looked up at you and smiled. “How long were you planning on hiding from us?” 

As you approached his desk, your son held his arms out to you, excited to see his mother. Chevalier lifted him up towards your open arms. As soon as he was nestled in your arms, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you until you fell onto the King’s lap. 

“You’re spending the day with us now.” With a wicked grin, Chevalier pressed a kiss to your lips. “Consider this your King’s command.” 

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[crescentblossom66]

Bond of the Beasts Chapter 11

“Hey, do you think she's awake? Her ear was twitching.” The voice of girl, maybe roughly around her age, woke her up earlier than the rays of the sunny day outside could.

“I'm not sure...Do you think that she'd mind if I touch her fluffy ears?” That was a different voice, slightly lower than the first, but still obviously from a young girl. Wait...she had heard those voices before. She immediately sat upright, causing the curly-haired girl to retract her hand that she had moved toward her head. “I'm sorry!” She apologized immediately, likely thinking that she had angered her. Mu jumped out of bed, causing the other two girls to take a step back. She looked between the Hat Kid and Bow Kid for a few seconds, Bow fidgeted under her gaze while Hattie gave a small wave in greeting before she jumped back when the blonde haired girl got in her face showing her sharp teeth.

“I remember you! Why didn't you help me back on that truck?!” Mu pointed at Hattie who nearly jumped back in surprise. When the other didn't answer, Mu put her hands to her hips glaring at her a few more seconds before brusquely walking past Hattie and Bow who were stunned and looked at each other in confusion for a moment.

“I think she meant the day you used your magic to make a key float, the day you saved me and Timmy.” Bow tried to spur Hattie's memory. The young sorceress was hit by a wave of guilt and the happiness that she had felt over the young werewolf girl waking was replaced by her feeling awful about having been unable to save her.

“I would have saved her, but...there...there were too many hunters-” She suppressed a sob, and tried to keep her tears back. “-I panicked, I panicked, so I ran! Am I...Am I a bad person, Bow?” Hattie asked sincerely, still having her head down.

Bow shook her head vehemently denying that claim. “You're not! I know you tried your hardest, it was a bad situation, they could have captured you again.” She hugged her sister tightly.

“I'll make it up to the werewolf girl, I promise.”

While the two sisters were talking about their close encounter with the hunters, Mu made her way downstairs, picking up a pleasant humming tune, that managed to get her out of the frustrated and slightly irritated mindset, as she reached the bottom of the stairs and spied into the kitchen. There, she found an older woman dressed in a chef's outfit, her red hair tied in a ponytail. The young werewolf recalled that the old wereowl she had met yesterday night had told her that she should speak with a red-haired woman, he likely was referring to the quietly humming woman that was preparing some mouth-watering waffles. Thinking that talking to the woman wouldn't hurt, and that she could easily flee if things went south, she approached the kitchen cautiously. Her eyes immediately went to the food, maybe just maybe, she could swipe one or two of the delicious looking baked goods.

“It's good to see you back on your feet, sweetie, I was beginning to think that my potion wasn't working right.” For a moment Mu wondered if the woman had eyes on her back, as she had been trying to sneak in to grab a waffle before drawing attention on herself when the older woman was getting a few plates from the cabinets and had her back turned to her, it seemed like a good opportunity. The blonde girl quickly grabbed a waffle and began eating it, waiting for the scolding or an expression of anger or disappointment, but only got a soft smile and warm gaze as punishment for taking a bite. “Oh, I guess I should make a few more, you must have gotten quite hungry, being unconscious for days.”

“I was out for that long! Those stupid hunters will pay for this!” She flinched as she moved, and the hiss of pain that followed didn't go unnoticed by Cookie, who stepped a bit closer and knelt down to examine the wound, only for the young girl to take a step back. “Hey! Don't get too close or I'll bite!”

Cookie was unfazed by her resistance, even when she let out a low growl as a warning for her to not get any closer. The only thing that calmed the werewolf somewhat was that there seemed to be no malice at all in the eyes of her suspected enemy, her hands were also moving slowly toward her side, much unlike all the other times people had tried to grab her to throw her out, or hurt her. “Please, hold still, I just want to make sure that your injury is healin' alright.” Upon being touched, Mu swiped at the skilled witch out of reflex which caused both parties to gasp, one in pain, the other in shock and surprise.

“I-I didn't mean to...” Even though she still wasn't quite sure if these people meant harm to her, so far they had been nice and she was taking what she could get, but now, she feared, she ruined all the chances she had by hurting the woman who tried to help her.

Cookie grimaced in pain for a moment and looked at her now bleeding arm that showed four cuts from the sharper and sturdier nails that most werebeasts had naturally. Her eyes soften again quickly and the gentle smile returned, much to the surprise of the young werewolf. “It's okay, sweetie, I know you're scared.” Mu tried to put on a brave face, trying to hide her shock about the calm reaction as best she could by taking a step back. The older woman knew that the young girl likely went through the same as most other werebeasts, her tattered clothes and rather defensive actions showed her as much. The tension ease up again when Cookie offered Mu the plate of waffles which the girl eyed rather suspiciously, switching form the plate to look back at the soft looking eyes to see if she could detect even a hint of anything suspicious.

Mu wondered if the wereowl was trying to lead her into a trap, given that he had pointed out that she was supposed to talk to the woman in front of her, maybe these waffles were actually poisoned. The color drained from her face. “They're not poisoned, deary. Do you want proof?” Cookie called Bow and Hattie down from upstairs. When the two girls arrived, she offered them both a waffle, which they took.

“Why did you call us? Is something wrong?” Hattie asked, stuffing the waffle into her mouth while Bow ate a bit slower.

Cookie shook her head slowly. “Just wanted to show our new friend here that my food isn't poisoned.” Mu watched the sorceress and the changeling carefully, wondering if those to were tricked and captured, they looked happy and healthy though. Her eyes fell back on the waffles that were still offered to her and she cautiously picked on up again, instead of eating fast, so it would be taken away from her, she actually enjoyed the flavor for once. It had been weeks since she had eaten something that didn't taste like food that was technically unfit for human consumption. Small tears got to her eyes after she realized for the first time that she might just be safe for once...she turned her face away so no one could see the tears, but it had been to late, one person had seen them.

“No need to cry, you're safe here with us.” Bow had walked over to her and pulled her into a gently hug. “You don't have to be scared or lonely anymore.” Her words only caused more tears to drop down Mu's face, the curly-haired girl's embrace was strangely comforting...when was the last time someone had hugged her?

Seeing that the blonde girl was more scared of adults...no surprise there, Cookie thought it best to keep her distance and let Bow handle the situation for now. She'd wait to ask her questions once the child was more stable again. Cookie noticed that Hattie was a bit standoffish toward the red-clothed girl, now that she was awake. “Is something wrong, Hattie?” She thought it best to call the young sorceress over to her. From what she had seen so far, it was quite unusual for the more open of the two non-biological sisters to be so withdrawn, she almost looked...sad. Cookie brought Hat Kid over to her side, a bit away from the comforting idle chatter about drawing that Bow Kid was trying to involve the blonde girl in. “You look a bit out of it, is something bothering you?”

A sigh escaped the lips of the brown-haired girl who couldn't even look into her eyes, it seemed. She was gripping her right sleeve tightly with her left hand before she started to speak in a quiet tone. “Do you remember the time Bow and I escaped from the Hunters?-” When the older woman nodded, she continued “-That girl was there too, I...I managed to open our cage and free us, but...I couldn't free her because I got scared and ran away.” The poor girl looked like she was about to cry. “I dropped the key to the floor and simply fled. I wanted to help...I really did!”

“You did your best, Hattie, that's what counts. I understand that you're upset that you failed to safe our friend here, but it was important that you fled. You did amazing already, saving yourself and Bow.-” Cookie tried to comfort her. Her heart ached at the thought that the werewolf girl could have been trapped in a cage for several days. It was awful...all of this was so awful that it made her heart bleed. “-The important thing right now is that you're all here, and your safe.”

Hattie wiped away a few tears with her sleeve and gave a determined expression, one that she did see only a handful of times before. “I will do better, I'll make sure that something like this won't happen again!” With that statement, Hattie walked back upstairs, past Bow and Mu that were having a pleasant conversation...more like Bow ranting about her favorite flowers while the werewolf quietly listened, just enjoying that someone her age was talking with her.

“Do you want something to drink, sweetie? We have orange juice and apple juice in small boxes with straws, or would you rather have a nice tea?” Cookie addressed Mu who got brought out of own thoughts, jolting a bit.

Bow clapped her hands together. “You should try the apple juice, it's really tasty!” She reached for the hand of the more reluctant girl and pulled her over to the fridge. Cookie had expected the young werewolf to resist, but she looked rather surprised at being grabbed by the hand while the other girl simply smiled and handed her a juice box that had the picture of a red apple on the front.

“T-Thanks...” Mu replied in a quiet and slightly shaky voice. Maybe she was still a bit unsure of what she should do, Cookie concluded.

After Bow had sat down on the corner bench with her new friend, the witch decided to start with some easy questions to get some more information about to the girl. So far, all she knew was that she was a werewolf that Conductor had found injured by a silver bullet that could have ended fatally, had she not intervened. “What's your name? I don't want to address you as werewolf girl.” As Mu hesitated to answer, Bow simply smiled and nodded to her, hoping that the other girl would know that it was okay to speak.

“My name is Muriel, but I usually prefer my nickname, Mu.” Her voice still had a wavering tone, it was clearly difficult for the girl to open up. Cookie wanted to ask about the parents of young Muriel, but she had an inkling that they were...likely no longer around or got captured.

“That's a very nice name, Mu. How old are you? If you don't mind the question.” Cookie sat down to not be intimidating the girl, even though she wasn't tall at all, Mu was still a bit smaller than her, so she thought it best to sit down to be on a more even level with her, she also avoided direct eye contact, it was seen as more confrontational to werebeasts and might intimidate her, so Cookie busied herself by cleaning the table.

“I'm 10 years old.” A short and simple answer that resulted in a gasp from the changeling next to Mu.

“Wow! We're the same age!” Bow's eyes sparkled, happy that she might get a new friend her age. Not that she hated Hattie of course, but she had known Hattie all her life, so finding another girl she could talk to was just awesome. “Can I ask you something?”

Mu simply nodded. “Do your parents also have a mustache like you? I don't think I've seen another girl that has one, I like it.” Had Bow not mentioned her parents, Mu would have smiled and been happy that the changeling girl hadn't made fun of her and actually enjoyed the oddity, instead, she was close to tears. “Oh no...” Bow realized her mistake too late, she immediately regretted asking that stupid question.

Cookie cringed for a second at Bow's questions, it was unfortunate that she had breached the heavy subject. she knew that it wasn't her attention to make Mu sad, given that the young girl was desperately trying to fix her error by pulling the other girl into a hug. It all but confirmed what she had been dreading, that the poor girl was just as alone as she had feared.

“They're...they're gone...” Muriel whispered into the silence that had followed after Bow's clumsy inquiry. Cookie sighed heavily, and slowly and carefully reached for the right hand of werebeast that met her eyes as soon as she spotted the small hand in her peripheral vision. The same expression of kindness greeted her, no malice, no bad intentions were present in that calm gaze.

The red-haired woman was glad when the small hand she was trying to reach didn't get pulled away, she could feel the poor girl tremble as her hand shook in her own. “You can stay here if you want, Mu. We maybe a ragtag bunch of individuals, but I can assure you that we'll do our best to keep you safe. If you need proof, look at Bow here, and Hattie. We won't harm you.” She spoke as gently as she could and it caused the girl to nearly break down in tears.

Poor Mu couldn't understand why those people were so nice to her, neither the wereowl man from the night before, nor the woman that was gingerly holding her hand, had tried to get rid of her, quite the opposite, they seemed to want her to stay. At first she had thought it was because they wanted to harm her, but when she had spotted Bow and Hattie that were doing alright, both looked happy to be here...Could she really be safe for once, would this old woman keep her word and protect her? “Why?-” She sniffed, “-Why are you helping me?”

“Because I want to. I've seen plenty of your kind suffer, young and old, and...I swore to myself that I'll do all I can to make sure that I'll save as many of you as I can.” There was conviction in Cookie's words, enough to get Mu to finally put her trust in her.

“.....Thank you, n-no one has e-ever been so nice t-to me. Most a-adults just p-push me away like, like I-I'm rubbish.” Mu had started to sob quietly, trying her best to stay as strong as possible. Bow was hugging her from the side while Cookie squeezed the hand she had been holding the entire time.

“We'll be your family now, we can't replace your parents, but I will be the best friend ever, I promise!” The calm and somber sounding voice of Bow slowly calmed Mu down more and more. The more she calmed down, the more embarrassed she was that she had practically bawled her eyes out in front of strangers.

Cookie noticed that the red-clothed girl was slowly calming down. “How about you take a look around the house, get acquainted with the place. Conductor told me this morning that he spoken with you, so you already met him. I'm sure that DJ Grooves will greet you with open arms.-” She was more worried about Snatcher saying something that could upset the girl, he wasn't know to be the kindest. “-Snatcher is a bit...rough around the edges, but he has a kind heart.” Bow seemed to disagree with that statement as she narrowed her eyes and frowned.

“You should keep away from that guy, he's giving me bad vibes.” Bow whispered, so that only Mu could hear her. Mu kept that in mind as she looked around the house, she had wanted to explore the house anyway.

#ahit bond of the beasts #ahit monster au #ahit fanfic #ahit bow kid #ahit mustache girl #ahit hat kid #ahit cooking cat

[makeyoumine69]

Hi, I’m so sorry if this is an inconvenience, but I thought you’d be able to help me with something because you’re Patrick’s favorite 🥰🥰

So… okay. Very weird situation I’m in, but. like. I have always loved self shipping. Especially with villains. I have always thought of myself as the “exception” where they could be horrible to everyone, but be kind to me, if I were a character in their show or movie or book. But then I spent all of 2022 and 2023 being abused, I have now been convinced that love comes with conditions, and it’s affected my self shipping too. even though I have escaped my abusive situation, the damage still lingers. I’ve been trying very hard for to heal from what happened to me, yet self shipping is still something very difficult for me to do now, when it used to be the easiest thing in the world. Even with non-villains, I still think I am unable to receive kindness unless it is in the form of violence.

Well, I watched American Psycho a few days ago, and I really fell for Pat. Like. Really fell for him, for some godforsaken reason lol?? And for a few days, I genuinely felt good with him, I felt safe, like he couldn’t harm me. I felt like the exception. This was my first time feeling genuinely good while self shipping again. I thought he’d never hurt me simply because he likes me enough to want me to feel loved and safe with him. That he could be horribly violent to everyone in the world, but with me it’d be so different. I spent all of yesterday feeling so proud of the progress I am making in my healing and genuinely feeling so loved and happy. Imagining him giving me flowers, admiring the star clips in my hair, liking my freckles and counting them. Fluffy romantic stuff haha. I have even thought of him protecting me, him knowing my past of being hurt, him being so overwhelmed with rage on my behalf and vowing to never make me feel scared like other people did. I have thought of him as a… very violent guard dog boyfriend 😂

But fast forward to this morning, I am talking to one of my friends who is also into self shipping, about to announce my exciting news that I am finally on the path to healing, that I feel really good drawing myself and writing myself with a very sick, twisted, violent murderous villain, and maybe that means I can feel good with other characters someday too. But my friend said very casually about how Patrick is shallow and a misogynist, which… yes, he is, I am aware 😭 and they kept going on about how he’d never love a girl who isn’t super thin and Hollywood attractive. And it felt like a punch to the guts. I realized I would never ever be attractive to Pat. I feel. disgusting. I feel… like the exact opposite of everything he’d desire, now that my friend had made me think about it: I’m not thin, I’m very chubby with a round stomach, I have freckles, glasses, I don’t even have nice nails because I bite them, and my teeth aren’t white because a side effect of my antidepressant yellows them a bit — I am just. feeling too unattractive to Bateman. Not to say that any of these traits are unattractive, I just feel like… *Pat* wouldn’t like them, wouldn’t like ME specifically. Having a combination of all of these makes me feel… Undesirable to him. Not the exception anymore. And that kills me. I feel so hurt and heartbroken. It was the first time in a year that I was finally started to feel good self shipping again ;-; and now I cannot bring myself to indulge any romantic ideas with him anymore. I feel very stupid for allowing myself to have feelings.

Days ago, I went into his tag to look at photos of him, and found your blog, and remembered you seem to write for him, so you’d know him better than anyone else. I know it’s highly unrealistic for him to like me, but could you tell me how he’d maybe find someone like me attractive, even if I’m not conventionally attractive? It doesn’t have to be a drabble or a fic at all, I’m just asking for uh, reassurance, I suppose. I’m so sorry to come to you and bother you with this but I have been crying about it all day and I thought I’d ask for your perspective on the matter :’) anyway, I’m so sorry, if you don’t want to reply, please don’t worry about it. thank you very much for your time. I hope you have a good New Years and please take care 💙💙💙

Hello my dear anon! 💕 First of all, I want to thank you for putting so much effort into writing this - I can relate to all of this because most of my irl friends call me crazy when I say that Patrick Bateman is my comfort character, and it really sucks. It took me a long time to realize that the most important thing is not someone else's opinion, but how your crush makes you feel. In my darkest days, Patrick was my savior, and I would never trade that feeling of comfort for someone else's opinion. And I'm not a model either, but I will tell you this - Patrick's taste in dates and his obsession with being perfect in everything was driven by the society he lived in. Only God knows what his real preferences in dates were. Remember, he seems to only love blondes, but his ex-girlfriend Bethany was a brunette and, in my opinion, she contributed a lot to his self-destruction and loss of sanity. So, my point is pretty simple - you may think your imperfections are bad, but to another person they could be the rarest of diamonds, because we are who we are, some people are just afraid to show their true selves. Patrick is exactly that kind of person. Speaking of writing - you can come into my DM, and I'd be happy to talk to you about anything! Please don't cry! I'm eager to do whatever I can to help you!

#this ask made me cry #answered asks #asks are always welcome

[bazthefirstborn]

Yo baz, could we please get a good eating out sesh with our girl jean (make her extra sensitive cuz im feeling devious) :p and congrats on 100+ followers, you deserve it :)

sae stop being nice before I come over there and hug you very aggresively

sorry this took so long ily sae <3

huhuhuhuhu

tags: dom reader (no genitals mentioned and they/them used) oral (f!receiving) fingering (f!recieving) some pet names (love, darling, baby, good girl) actually very fluffy (FOR ME)

overstimulating jean <3333333333

Jean works hard. Being the acting Grandmaster for the esteemed Knights of Favonius was a lot of work. She never had time to just... relax. Y/N, her devoted partner, decided to help her with that.

Jean worked overtime constantly, so when she finally got home at an average time, Y/N jumped off the couch to greet her.

"Y/N! I'm home!" Jean yelled, grinning as she lugged her bag off of her shoulder.

"Jeeeeean!" Y/N squealed, pulling their girlfriend in for a hug. "I missed you so much!" They continued, kissing Jean's face all over.

"I... missed you too... love." Jean stuttered, blushing ay Y/N's actions. "How was work?" Y/N asked, untying Jean's shoes and setting them off to the side.

"Oh, you know, the same as usual. Tiring." Jean said, sighing when Y/N went to massage her feet.

"You looked so stressed, Jeanie, can I help?" Y/N said, from their current place on the floor, making direct eye contact with Jean, a smirk on their face.

"W-what does that entail... Y/N?" Jean was furiously blushing now, unable to look Y/N in the eyes as they picked Jean up off the chair.

"Ah! W-where are we- mph!" Jean landed on the couch, with Y/N in between her legs. Y/N's face was dangerously close to hers, so close that Y/N could feel the heat of her blush.

"Let me take care of you, baby. You know I'm good for it." Y/N said, drawing patterns on Jean's thighs.

"I- I suppose it... it couldn't hurt.." Jean could feel Y/N's eyes burning into her face, with a look Jean couldn't even begin to understand when Y/N spread Jean's thighs apart, pulled down her pants, and tucked her panties to the side. "Y-Y/N! Agh! What are you- mmh~" Y/N licked up Jean's folds with the flat of their tongue, before swirling it around her clit. "Shit!" She moaned out, her thighs trapping Y/N's head. Her hands found Y/N's hair, pushing their face deeper into her dripping pussy and grinding her clit into their mouth. A hum came from Y/N, shocking Jean to her very core. Suddenly, Y/N plunged their tongue in Jean's cunt, feeling it pulse. Jean came, creaming all over Y/N's face. She rode out her (very early) high by grinding on Y/N's face, with Y/N happily licking Jean through her climax. Only when she came down, did she realize Y/N hadn't stopped. The burn of overstimulation on her clit was almost too much to bear. "Y-Y/N~ I just came~ I- fuck! I need a- ahn! I need a break~" She whimpered out, with Y/N withdrawing their tongue from Jean's hole, only o thrust a finger into it instead.

"Fuck! Y/N! Please! Gonna- Gonna mmh~ Gonna cum again! Please!"

"Cum for me my darling~"

Y/N placed their tongue on Jean's clit, while working two of their fingers in her. With a particularly harsh suck, Jean came again, grinding desperately on Y/N's fingers and tongue.

Y/N pulled their fingers out of Jean, earning a whine from the (now empty) Jean. They put their fingers on Jean's bottom lip, which she obediently cleaned off.

"Feeling more relaxed, my gorgeous girl?" Y/N said, smirking.

"I- yeah... I am. Thank you." Jean said, giving Y/N a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Of course, darling. Any time."

Was I... good for you?" Jean blushed, looking down, completely embarrassed about what came out of her mouth.

"You were perfect, my good girl."

end note: I AM IN LOVE WITH JEAN MY QUEEEEEN

#dom! reader #sub character #dom reader #bazisonline #dom!reader #genshin impact #sub genshin #genshin x reader #dom male reader #sub genshin impact #dom fem reader #dom gn reader #fem reader #male reader #gn reader #sub genshin girl #sub jean

[hollowknightinsanity]

ok let’s try this again shall we? *grabs my internet* you’d better fucking work this time or i swear to whatever god you pray to i am going to rip you in half.

*scrambles out of The Pit, shaking uncontrollably* DONE!!!! ITS DONE

*SLAMS THIS ON THE TABLE*

HOLLY REF SHEET.

my babygirl. my darling. my beloved. prettiest bug in hallownest.

i would’ve added their shade, nail, and random doodles, but i was eepy… and i hit my 40-layer limit like 3 times. that’s what i get for working on such an unnecessarily bigass canvas

hex codes and rambles under the cut <3 (cw: i talk about self harm when i bring up their scars)

also ignore the fact that i left the silly little meme face in the ref. i dont feel like getting rid of it

#0f0f0f (skin/hair) — #1d1d1d (scars) — #c4a0a5 (inside of their ears) — # edebea (shell/healthy leaves) — #9abfa7 (healthy leaves) — #5e5e5e (shell damage) — #3e332f (prosthetic) — #292c53 (cloak) — #eeded5 (cloak fluff/inside of their cloak) — #e5e5ee (silk wraps) — #192030 (eye base) — #d5e2ff (pupil) — #000000 (blood) — #160828 (blood/soul) — #ffc171 (fixed crack) — #ceffdf (new leaves) — #a9a8a6 (wilting leaves) — #666e68 (wilting leaves)

yeh they have a TAIL now!!!! with LEAVES!!!!!!! their mom’s genetics :)))

the leaves are VERY poisonous to any species except their own and rootkin (aka wl’s species). like most plants, they need sunlight to grow, and if they got enough, holly would have leaves growing from their horns too!!! but they stay underground most of the time, so they only have leaves on their tail.

they got a lot of their mom’s genetics. the leaves, the long ass tail, the height, the rounder face, the eyes, the fluffiness, all inherited from wl.

hornet made their cloak a few days after they escaped the black egg. she saw how fucking RAGGED their old cloak was (the damn thing was torn to shreds and COVERED in blood), and she was like “damn, i need to make them a new cloak.” so she did that.

she had holly pick the fabrics. they like blue, and the faux-fur they found was SO fucking warm they just had to pick it.

and their silk wraps are indeed made of weaver silk, also courtesy of hornet. she’s a great little sister btw

almost all their scars happened after the seals faded. the only one that appeared prior to that was the crack on their face.

their arm was fucked up and destroyed by the infection (y’know, cysts growing everywhere and all that), and the only thing keeping it attached to holly’s body were the seals, so after they faded, it kinda just… fell off.

the stab wounds in their abdomen and chest are from them stabbing the shit out of themself thinking radi was still inside them. they has enough adrenaline in them to move around, so they attempted to evict her already deceased ass in the worst way possible. after that little show, they stopped being able to move for a few days, until they eventually crawled out of the black egg and scared the ever-loving fuck out of hornet who thought they were dead.

their blood is a mix of void and their soul, which is purple!

i wrote a whole thing about soul colours and their meanings back in 2019 or 2020, so its rlly old and i only have vague memories of what’s in it, but i do remember writing that people with purple souls are generally quieter and stricter, but generally are nice unless you piss them off. that description fits holly absolutely perfectly, so they have a purple soul now.

also, fun fact: holly needs a cane to walk sometimes. being chained up and suspended in the air, completely unable to move for 60 years really does something to ya.

fuck, now i need to draw their cane too.

theyre really old in the main au, btw. theyre 79. ancient ass. unlike their branch-off au counterparts, who are both in their early 30s.

ok that’s all *falls back into The Pit, still shaking uncontrollably*

#hk #hollow knight #hk spoilers #hollow knight spoilers #cw sh #cw self harm #cw blood #hk thk #hk hollow #the hollow knight #hk au #au #my au #my au art #au art #my art #art #digital art #hk art #hk fanart #funny silly art #hk normalcy #*normal sounds* #the blood ref is there so i can draw them absolutely destroyed escaping the black egg #anyway. hehe. bbg <3 #kisses them kisses them kisses them kisses them kisses them kisses them ki

[hammerhead-jpg]

Ok so @bi-polar-geminii already made a post about this and had fruitful discussions about it but I feel like what I have to say might be too long to fit in their asks but

I definitely agree that SOME redacted artists seem to be unable of drawing diverse characters, keyword SOME because this fandom is one that definitely has a majority of lovely designs

And before I continue I want to point out that I am a snow cockroach myself so maybe I shouldn't be the one discussing this but obviously diversity is not just about race, it's about everything on a person like sexuality, ethnicity, nationality, body type, facial features and structures, hair textures and overall small features and accessories that differentiate the person

Honestly this is something that I've been thinking about for a long while and I won't name drop anyone because this isn't a call out post and I'm not looking to start drama (even though there is a certain someone that comes to mind but we won't talk about that) but I was scared that people would get really pissy.

I know that diversity is something that could be classified under artistic skill and I believe that not every artist who posts on social media can't just draw for fun and as a hobby without having the goal of improving but I do also think that diversity is not only a type of skill in character design but also a small gift to anyone that doesn't fit the the perfect beauty standards and when you seemingly refuse to draw anyone that doesn't fit that standard and like, only draw tank, Milo n Alexis as brownskin then that just kinda seems icky

And btw I'm not saying that it's bad to draw those three as poc (hell my tank is darkskin) but there's a difference between drawing a good chunk of the characters as brownskin/darkskin (obv including characters that don't fit/go against the racist stereotypes) and and those three just kinda end up being part of that group and then like all of your characters being crackers and only them being poc

I'm just saying it wouldn't kill you not to make all of your listener designs the same pretty faced preppy saltine sister and every male character the same dorito back webtoon guy but just with different hairstyles, clothing styles and maybe sometimes body types (but never even slightly chubby cuz god forbid)

And also, can we get some listeners that are male/masc?

This is something that I was kinda scared to talk about because like 90% of the fandom will draw like 90% of their listener ocs as women or very fem presenting and I definitely have quite a few listener designs that are very feminine or could be assumed women on first glances and again, the listener characters are gender neutral for a reason and they are at the end of the day supposed to be self inserts so the redacted fandom being majority fem/women it makes sense that they would make majorly fem/women listener ocs but like... If you're already making ocs would it kill you to make at least ONE of them masc/male? Like at least one you don't care about?

And I know saying that people should make more masc/male listener sounds kinda???? misogynistic???? But I'm not saying that because I think that male representation is a thing but because I think queer representation is a thing

I just think that maybe just maybe a little gay people wouldn't hurt??? Pretty please???with a cherry on top????

And damihux doesn't count!!! You don't get to draw them once and be the ultimate gay ally but ofc only on gay month because any other and you might get sent to hell!!! /hj

Just saying when naive little may 2022 me just finished watching freelancer and Gavin team tag Lasko (but not really because I'm literally a mineral and don't have the Patreon) and then went on social media just to see that the fandom was full of STRAGGOTS my jaw hit the submarine

And just, as we close off I know I'm not the ultimate master of diversity, my designs still fall under the pretty face fluffy hair m shaped bangs that definitely look too young for their age but I'm still working on making my character designs look distinct and diverse, and I will be actively working on it for like forever but I definitely won't lie to myself and say that I haven't improved from my dolphin smooth same face syndrome anime boy faze when I only ever wanted to put facial hair on a character when they were past the age of 27 but only put it on the jaw so they just ended up looking like Abraham Lincoln- so I know that I will get better at it eventually

I too look at more talented who are way better at making distinct designs and making designs for characters who don't have to rely on beauty standards to be absolutely gorgeous and feel bad, especially when basically the whole fandom simultaneously descides that a character is poc, a decision that I missed out on and then the fact that my design is seemingly the only one that is white makes me feel like those people that turn objects into people but just end up making them the same breed of sexy anime boy that nobody likes

So if you're insecure about your designs not being distinct enough the best advice I can give is to step out of your comfort zone and actively look for little details that might make a character unique and you'll get there

In conclusion, people who descide to be a conformist (/j) and draw Gavin with a human skin tone but then make him as pale as an uncooked chicken breast when he's specifically described as tan are kinda weird<3333

Also UNPOPULAR OPINION ‼️‼️

People who make their Lovely oc fem/a woman are DELUSIONAL ‼️ and are LYING TO THEMSELVES and are going to miss out on all the sexy fanfiction I'm going to write about Vincent riding their girthy monster cock ‼️( SLASH J EVERYBODY!!!!!!)

At the end of the day, people can draw whatever they want, but people can also say whatever they want in response to it, so you can't be mad if someone that's not even talking about you directly says that they find it strange that some people act like drawing a person that's not completely cis, white, straight, able bodied and a super model without it being some sort of subconscious stereotype will give them the plague

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redactedaudio #redacted art #discussions

[lemonsprite]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐱 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐦

Summary: this is literally just a Cinderella AU I made three years ago and am finally deciding to post TT

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: parental verbal and physical abuse near the end!! Minor character death as well

A/N: I love them ugh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Prompto loved his mom dearly. Ever since he could remember they’d spend every second together, most of the time it’d be in their home’s illustrious gardens. She’d lead Prompto’s clumsy legs through a waltz underneath a giant weeping willow, bending down low to the ground just so she could be face-to-face with Prompto. The blonde giggled the whole time in delight. He was like a baby giraffe when he tried to dance, his lanky legs bruised from days spent playing outside bumping together in an unceremonious heap.

My sun drop.” She’d hum in contentment, pushing Prompto’s messy blonde bangs from his eyes. Her son would flash her a wide grin, showing off his missing canine and his mom couldn’t stop herself from smiling back.

Despite being a widow, Prompto’s mother had always wanted the best for him. She would spend most of her time playing with the little blonde boy and mingling with fancy courtiers all to secure her son a bright future. It was hard work but at the end of the day, it was all worth it.

The queen of their nation had heard wind of this playfully strong mother and had raised an eyebrow in curiosity, waving over a retainer to jot down a message.

One of Prompto’s earliest memories is the queen’s first visit to their house. Their only servants, Cid and his grand daughter Cindy were practically a mess, trying to straighten out their young master well enough to appear in front of their monarch.

Cindy being only two years older than him had looked at him as if he were a dimwitted toddler unable to do anything by himself, as she straightened his clothing and brushed his sandy blonde bangs from his eyes.

The queen did not stop visiting after her first stay, his mother and her practically becoming surrogate sisters. The pair would get together for tea at least three times a week. Most of the time they’d meet at their house, but on rare occasions Prompto got to tag along to the royal palace. That was when he wore his fanciest clothes and used his finest manners.

It’d been a day such like that when the blonde boy had gotten his first encounter with the crown prince. The queen had brought her boy with, a small toddler with fluffy raven black hair that stuck up at odd ends. Prompto’s mother had giggled in delight when she’d first met the queen’s Noctis.

Her sun drop seemed to be just as enamored with the young prince as she was. At first Noctis seemed almost shy, as if afraid to even stand near Prompto. To the two women’s delights that didn’t seem to last long and all began to change when Prompto had drawn him a crudely colored rendition of them holding hands. Something seemed to light up in the raven-haired boys face as he ran up to his mother, his smile ecstatic as he excitedly gestured to the drawing in his hand. They’d sit together and use their limited vocabulary to babble back and forth as the two parents looked on in charm.

Prompto’s mother couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Noctis at one of their get-togethers. Last she heard of him he was off studying abroad in Tenebrae, far from their sleepy kingdom of Insomnia.

She could hardly tell at this point if Prompto even remembered his princely friend now that he lived so far away and it’d been three years since their last meeting. It saddened her heart to see his only friend far far away from her little sundrop.

—

“Mom, look what I made!” Called her son, running so fast that he collided into the flowing dress of his parent with a loud ‘oomph!’

In his hands, he clutched a piece of paper, wrinkles decorating the parchment due to his attentive grip.

“What is it Prompto?” She smiled around a cup of tea, the summer sun illuminating her blonde hair like marigolds.

“I drew you!” He exclaimed, lifting his prized artistry in the air for his mother to see.

Prompto’s mom smiled fondly at the scribbles loosely resembling a person on his paper, one large circle with four random lines protruding from it indicating limbs, a crudely drawn smile in the middle.

She took the drawing in her hands, tracing the lines with her fingers tenderly. To her, this was the most beautiful rendition she’d ever seen of herself.

“My little artist.” She cooed, handing back the paper to her son, caressing his cheek with her hand.

He beamed at her, showing off his missing front tooth.

As the years went by and her son turned ten, Prompto’s mom began to worry. Anxieties would bite at her thoughts, making her question her ability as a parent. Was growing up without a father going to affect her sun drop? He seemed to not have that many friends… Should she do something?

Once she’d brought this problem up with the queen she’d reassured her that she need not worry, but if she “Really needed another person there,” She knew plenty.

That was how she’d met Verstael Besithia, a man originally from Nifleheim and already had a son, just two years younger than her blonde boy.

Seven months after their first meeting and the two were married. Prompto’s mother never cared much for Verstael, they’d gotten along decently enough and maybe with time she could actually learn to love him, what really mattered is that Prompto now had a fully functioning family.

Much to the young boys surprise, many changes came to their house when Verstael and his son Loqi moved in. Before it had been just the four of them, his mother and their two servants, but his new step father had decreed he just had to bring his house’s staff with him.

Soon their once peaceful home was bustling with life. All within the span of a week Prompto met with a stablehand, chef, and a multitude of maids who’d be helping him from that day on. It was all so new to the blonde, hiding behind his mother’s dress as he stared widely at all the new adults scurrying around their once lonely halls.

“It’s alright Prompto.” She’d smiled, running a hand through his dewy blonde curls. “They’re here to help.”

Prompto at the time had pouted, shaking his head silently in objection. His grip on her dress tightening.

His mother bit her lip in worry for her son, looking up at the people running back and forth. “How about we go meet your new brother?”

—

By the time Prompto had turned twelve, his affinity for drawing and his interest in art had only grown. The blonde had only needed to mention it once and his mother was already asking the queen for artisans she knew of that would be willing to teach her “sun drop” a thing or two.

Her highness had nodded enthusiastically, handing her a paper with the name ‘Cor Leonis’ written on it.

Cor, Prompto had found out early on, was an ex-guard. One who’d seen far too many battles for his time and just wanted to live out the rest of his life peacefully, with a paintbrush in his hand.

He’d come to their house four days out of the week, bringing with him his easel on his back and a scowl on his lips. Cor was never a happy man, but Prompto wasn’t blind to the way the corner of his lips would turn upwards in slight satisfaction of his apprentice's work.

Once Prompto had caught wind of the fact Cor used to be in the military, he’d begged the poor artisan for days to teach him archery. Practically grabbing the hem of his pants as he pouted at the tired man.

‘Only basics’ Cor had scolded, finally falling prey to the young boys sulking. He’d teach him the things he’d learned from his time early on in the royal guard, basics that wouldn’t injure him too badly if he messed up. Prompto was, after all, only a boy.

For now, they both sat in the studio a couple of servants built in Prompto’s home. It wasn’t that big of a space, just something his mom had quickly cleared out in preparation of her son’s new hobby. The bright sun filtered in through a big window, the golden hour light washing over the canvas’ of their art.

“How’s Verstael and Loqi?” Cor had asked attempting conversation as he added a few more strokes to a painting he’d already deemed finished earlier that day.

“Fine.” Mumbled Prompto, mixing pigments with a palette knife.

Cor raised a criticizing eyebrow, glancing at the blonde’s artwork.

“Then why have you been so sloppy today with your work?”

Prompto bit his lip, glancing anywhere but Cor.

“Look I won’t ask, but if those two Niflehiemians cause you any trouble you can tell me alright?” Cor frowned, placing a reassuring hand on Prompto’s back.

His teacher had never approved of Loqi and Verstael from the day he’d met Prompto and his family, purely for the fact of the nation they’d came from. Back when he’d been in the guard there was a brief time he’d gone to war with Niflehiem. Brief but scary.

It’d been over twenty-seven years ago now and the two nations were on a… moderately rocky peace.

“I will.” Promised Prompto, throwing an unsure smile at Cor.

—

“Where’s mother?” Prompto excitedly asked one of the maids, shuffling the painting he’d made just for her behind his back. It was her birthday present and he’d worked tirelessly on this portrait for months just to make sure it was perfect.

“Ah,” The lady had smiled sadly, pausing her chores for a moment. “Didn’t you hear young master? She’s in bed with a fever today.”

“Oh,” Sighed Prompto dejectedly, his shoulders slumping. “Can I see her?”

“I’m ‘fraid not…” She shrugged, giving the blonde an empathetic glance. “She needs her rest at the moment.”

“Ah…” Prompto smiled politely. “I understand… If she happens to awake, tell her I say happy birthday.”

—

The next day she wasn’t any better. The thirteen-year-old blonde, blew his messy bangs from his eyes dejectedly, his face resting in the palm of his hand as he stared at the finished portrait of his mother, her gentle smile looking back at him. He hadn’t seen her at all yesterday, not even at dinner, which had been unbearable with just him, Verstael, and Loqi. The three sat in tense awkward silence as they ate.

Why couldn’t she be better already?

—

His mother never seemed to recover since that day. Slowly she began to get sicker and sicker. Every time Prompto visited his mother in her bed-chamber it was like watching the life slowly get drained from her. His mom’s marigold hair lost its shine, being replaced by a dull grey, and her once lively blue eyes seemed to only light up a fraction of what they used to when she laid her eyes upon her sun drop.

“Mother.” Prompto had smiled sadly at her bedside, finally showing her the portrait he’d completed a month ago at that point. “Happy belated birthday.”

She’d smiled fondly just as she had all those years ago, raising a shaking porcelain hand to delicately trace the paint strokes along the surface of the canvas.

“My sun drop.” She’d smiled weakly, glancing tenderly at her son. “It’s beautiful.”

“Get some rest mother.” He smiled, hiding all the sadness in his gaze behind a thin veil of happiness. “I’ll visit you later.”

—

The day his mother died was a cold one. Wind rattled the windows to their estate, and no matter where you went the chill seemed to seep into each part of the house.

It must have been years since their home had been as quiet as it is now, reminiscent of when it had only been the four of them. Not a single one of the workers dared make a noise, throwing sympathetic glances his way as the young blonde made his way to his mother’s office, numbly looking around at all the trinkets that had once been hers.

Verstael had left a good chunk of the funeral preparations to him and their servants, claiming that “he’d known her best.” In private Prompto bit back sobs, mumbling about how he was her husband, why did he have to do something that was so obviously painful to him?

Yet Prompto did it anyways. No matter how much he didn’t want to think about it, it was up to him to make sure his mother was buried properly, despite the fact he was only fourteen.

—

“Don’t touch that!” Prompto yelled at Loqi, abrupt hatred pouring into his voice. It’d only been a week since her funeral and his blonde step-brother had already decided all that’d belonged to her somehow now belonged to him.

“Touch what?” He scoffed, throwing a scowl at the portrait of Prompto’s mother he held in his tight grip.

“Don’t.” Growled the blonde in unhidden resentment.

Loqi rolled his eyes, ignoring Prompto’s obvious warning as he haphazardly tossed the painting across the room to land in an unorganized pile of other things his step-brother was supposedly throwing out.

Prompto’s eyes narrowed with malice as he marched up to Loqi, who looked at him more with confusion than annoyance at this point. He grabbed for the other boy, letting out a yelp of anguish.

Loqi dogged his attack and lifted his arms to block as Prompto prepared to swing again, throwing his fist back.

The blonde couldn’t see anything but red as he repeatedly bashed at his stepbrother's face, causing the other to fall to the ground as Prompto straddled him, never once loosening his tempo of punches. Loqi screamed in defiance, scratching at Prompto’s arm, leaving obvious red marks. In retaliation, the young artist grabbed the other by his hair, lifting his head to be eye level with his.

“Shove off Prompto!” He howled, tearing at Promptos's grip but it wouldn’t budge, his grip only tightening as they sat in a stand still.

“Apologize.” the blonde gritted out through tears. “Apologize to her, my mother.”

Loqi refused, digging his nails into Prompto’s skin, causing his grip to loosen for only a brief period of time. His step-brother didn’t waste another second, hastily ripping his hair from the others grip and making a mad dash for the door, leaving with a soon-to-be black eye and his tail tucked between his legs.

Prompto was too bewildered to follow, staring down numbly at the hand that’d so harshly gripped at Loqi’s head only moments ago.

‘He’s probably going to tell Verstael.’ The blonde warned himself. What was to happen this time? Verstael and him had never gotten along to well before and now that his mother was gone, he might do something he’d never even consider when his late wife had been alive. The blonde man had done nothing so far to warrant such thoughts from Prompto but he knew the way he looked at him, his gaze barely hid the unmistakable joy he garnered from his stepson’s pain.

—

“Master Prompto, Lord Besithia wants to see you.” Softly called Cindy from the door to his mother's room. Just like the blonde she’d grown so much in the past few years, resembling her grandfather more and more as the years past.

Prompto sighed, looking at the painting he’d moved back to its original spot. Those few words might as well have been his final sentence, one that sent a chill up his fourteen-year-old body's spine.

He begrudgingly pulled himself up the stairs to his step-father's room, each step feeling heavier than the last.

Prompto hesitated once he was finally face to face with the towering door of his step fathers residence, lifting a fist to knock but pausing before it could actually hit the wood.

“Come in.” Called Verstael’s deep voice from within the bed-chamber. Prompto swallowed nervously, cracking open the door ever so slightly to slip into the room.

It was silent, and Prompto suddenly became extremely aware of how loudly he was breathing. The only thing that illuminated Verstael’s desk was the sliver of light coming from outside. The menacing blonde sat laid back in his chair ink and quill in hand, he seemed to be looking over some document as he lifted his head to look at his stepson.

For once Prompto was terrified of his stepfather. Before it’d only been mild discomfort, grimacing whenever Verstael patted him firmly on the shoulder. Now he was completely at the older man's mercy, there was nothing he could do to stop him.

“I heard you got in a ‘battered my son to a bloody pulp?” He asked raising a disapproving eyebrow.

Bloody pulp was a pretty big word, the most Prompto could’ve done was left some red mark on Loqi’s skin, maybe a bruise or two, nothing to warrant bleeding.

Still, Prompto didn’t want to argue, weakly nodding his head as he bit his lip in fear.

“Prompto…” The older blonde sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his cushioned chair. “Whatever will I do with you?”

Prompto looked at the ground, fiddling with his fingers as he nervously anticipated his punishment.

“Look,” Started Verstael. “I know we’re all grieving, but you must understand that I have a responsibility to take care of this house, to take care of you. In order to do that I’m going to need you to start following my rules.”

Prompto nodded solemnly, his hands fidgeting behind his back.

“And if you aren’t going to follow those rules I’m going to need to punish you, behavior like this can’t go unchecked, after all, we can’t have you tarnishing my reputation with outbursts like these…”

The blonde was silent.

“Ah- what am I saying… Come here Prompto.” His stepfather called, a playfully eerie smile creeping onto his lips, arms open wide in expectation.

Prompto nervously walked up to Verstael as he placed a heavy hand on his stepson’s shoulder, his rough grip patting harshly on his back in mock comfort.

“I know we all miss her…” He pouted and despite Prompto’s young age, he could clearly hear the lie in his step-fathers proclamation of grief.

“But- …I am the lord of this house now.”

The sentence sent a chill down the blonde’s spine, swiftly pulling himself from the already excruciatingly awkward stance. The younger of the two backed away from his stepfather, his eyes filled with the potential of tears. Verstael seemed so much more terrifying now like he was a predator stalking his prey as if Prompto was a moth pinned under a light to be observed.

The artist shuffled farther away, glancing around nervously in an attempt to look for a quick escape, knowing full well it was futile.

“Stay.” Growled Verstael lowly and Prompto froze like a deer in headlights, all potential thoughts of fleeing eradicated.

“You struck my son, correct?” Verstael remarked, stretching out his hand as if expecting Prompto to give him his arm.

The blonde looked nervously from his hand to his stepfather's stubble-covered face, holding his wrist as if in fear of what the other might be planning.

“I haven’t all day here boy, hand it over.” He rolled his eyes in impatience, shaking his hand up and down as if in emphasis.

Prompto, in fear of what his stepfather might do if he didn’t comply, wearily produced his wrist, the underside of his arm’s soft skin standing in dark contrast to Verstael's gruff hand as he gripped the blonde’s thin bone.

“Loqi may be just a child right now but I assure you he’ll surpass you in everything, he is after all my son.” Lectured his stepfather, looking Prompto’s wrist up and down, moving the limb up and down in observation.

“You best to remember that boy.”

Prompto glanced fearfully at the man in front of him. What was Verstael planning?

“Because this is the first time you’ve disobeyed me I’ll go easy on you, remember any other sort of riffraff and I’ll do much worse.”

Before Prompto could even utter a- ‘yes sir’ Verstael had rung a bell next to his stationary, calling for a servant impatiently.

“Start a fire,” He demanded. “And bring me a branding iron from outside.”

Prompto’s eyes widened in shock, wiggling in Verstael’s grasp as servants began filing into the room, sparing him sympathetic glances as they began stroking a fire in his step-father’s hearth.

“Hold still.” He commanded as the older blonde tightened his iron grip on Prompto’s wrist.

“They’ll bring the iron soon enough.”

#ffxv #final fantasy 15 #promptis #prompto argentum #ffxv noctis #ffxv prompto #fanficiton #fanfic #fanfiction #final fantasy #noctis lucis caelum #prince noctis #royalty au #mlm

[iknaenmal]

Rolal-chan is here! With two versions because I couldnt decide just one of them

I really enjoy drawing her fluffy hair, even though I am physically unable to draw it right. Oh well *gives my self a "you tried" star sticker"*

[Click for better quality! <3]

#ikna draws #roxy lalonde #roxy #homestuck #homestuck art #homestuck fanart #illustration #artists on tumblr #my art

[tofufei]

I posted 4,600 times in 2022

That's 51 more posts than 2021!

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#i am very willing to sacrifice hours of sleep for an opportunity to talk to her the way she's sacrificed work hours but like 这也真不是个办法

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#5

一把刀而已 // he's just a sword, nothing more

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burrito mei changsu for @ineedarendezvous

[ID: A digital, colored drawing of Mei Changsu's head peeking out of a burrito. He wears his hair up in a bun with a green jade guan to fix it and a deadpan expression. His fluffy, white coat collar resembles rice spilling out of the burrito. (He looks positively warm and bundled up.) End ID]

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#3

Little Mushroom Audio Drama Trailer [ENG SUB]

Synposis from 猫耳FM:

Do not go gentle into that good night, do not peacefully surrender to extermination.

Earth's magnetic field disappeared, mutated organisms invaded, the end of the world is near. A little mushroom from the Abyss makes its way into a human base on the search for the spore it has lost, and runs into The Arbiter Lu Feng. One human, one not, they meet at the end of the world and get to know each other, and together they walk into a future in which the only thing certain is uncertainty…

Ask anyone who has listened to Little Mushroom's audio drama and it is almost certain that they will tell you that it was one of the best produced audio dramas they have ever had the pleasure to experience.

You can find the whole thing - with English subs even - on 猫耳FM/missevan, so if this piece of media has ever been on your radar (and even if it hasn't!), let this be the sign that you should join this pit.

I haven't seen any translation of the trailer, so I took a stab at it. Excuse the violation of the maximum recommended CPS count, but there wasn’t much I could do about it... you might need to pause the video at times :P

Some notes on this translation under the cut.

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Because I am both lazy and hate articulating my thoughts, this will not so much be me providing much actual insight on translation choices than just some disjointed notes on the back-translation process of Dylan Thomas' poem "Do not go gentle into that good night".

An overly literal back-translation of the Chinese poem:

不要温和地走入那个良夜。// Do not go gentle into that good night,

我们应在日暮之时燃烧。// We should burn in the hour the sun sets,

怒斥、怒斥光阴的消逝。// Rage, rage at the vanishing of time and light.

尽管智者深知黑暗终将到来。// Even if the wise are fully aware that darkness will inevitably come.

尽管他们的话语无法再迸发出闪电。// Even if their words are unable to make lightning burst forth again.

不要温和地走入那个良夜。// Do not go gentle into that good night.

在这悲哀的山巅。// Here, on the sorrowful mountaintop.

请用你的眼泪诅咒我、祝福我。// Please curse me, bless me with your tears.

不要温和地走入那个良夜。// Do not go gentle into that good night.

Notes on the Chinese translation of the poem:

The refrains (“Do not go gentle into that good night” and “Rage, rage against the dying of the light”) basically map one to one to the English original, which makes it easily recognizable as Dylan Thomas’ poem

This makes the other changes feel very much like deliberate choices on the author's part, even if they do leave me puzzled

No references to the gendered figures (wise men, my father)

In the second verse, 尽管 is repeated for emphasis where it wasn’t in English

Why is the line 在这悲哀的山巅 so much shorter than all others? The original English poem has 10 syllables per line, but the Chinese one is…just whatever. No discernible structure here, only vibes

山巅 (mountaintop) where in the English it’s an unspecified “height” and can be read metaphorically, while here it is very much a physical location. (I mean, of course it could be read metaphorically as well in Chinese but there are many other words you could have chosen that do not have "mountain" in them.) Might or might not have been a deliberate choice referencing [spoiler] Base

I thought it prudent to back-translate the poem since there are some changes and they aren’t that minor.

Back-Translation process:

Pretended the original didn’t exist and translated it off the Chinese alone

Compared it to the original and modified it so that it still stayed 95% faithful to the Chinese while calling back to the original

Tried to keep the ABA rhyme scheme and felt powerful af when I managed to make the 2nd line in all the tercets rhyme

Squished or stretched the lines into 10 syllables, while still keeping as close to both Chinese and English as possible

Despair. Because at this point I should maybe just have used the original poem or gone for a freer translation, what am I even trying so hard for when this comes nowhere close at all to the original

What I ended up using in the subs of the AD Trailer, ABA ryhme scheme, 10 syllables per line if you squint*

不要温和地走入那个良夜。 // Do not go gentle into that good night.

我们应在日暮之时燃烧。 // We ought to burn the hour nightfall nears.

怒斥、怒斥光阴的消逝。// Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

尽管智者深知黑暗终将到来。 // Though the wise know darkness will bring its blight.

尽管他们的话语无法再迸发出闪电。 // Though their words no longer fork lightning fierce.

不要温和地走入那个良夜。 // Do not go gentle into that good night.

在这悲哀的山巅。// Here, on top of sorrowful mountain's height.

请用你的眼泪诅咒我、祝福我。 // Please, I ask, curse me, bless me with your tears.

不要温和地走入那个良夜。// Do not go gentle into that good night.

*and pronounce hour with 2 syllables

Some thoughts on translation choices, apparently:

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#year in review #well a lot of this is unexpected #last year was nif posting #and this year rly was halposting #though honestly 68 is less than i thought it'd be #i really want to know what the other tags were i used >_> didn't tag less than last year but a wider variety of things #or maybe I just rambled in the tags more #also HOW is the longest tag the one it is

[the-fiction-witch]

Helping

Media MCU Spiderman

Character Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Couple Peter X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept 'helpful'

Smut: suggestive talks / hand on thigh / blow job

I rushed in from patrol and immediately attempted and failed to get this suit off! But it wasn't working well I knew I was already late I don't have time for technical issues 

"Peter?" I heard that little sugary voice call

"Ohh…. Fudge" I muttered luckily this time it came off so I stuffed it under my mattress and grabbed a shirt from my half open draw unable to even do any buttons up grabbing some jeans 

"Peter? You here?" 

"Yeah! Just give me-" I began but before I could say another word my bedroom door opened 

"Peter!" She gasped in shock clutching her silver locket in shock as she saw me like this, 

"Y/n!" I gasped in shock too immediately attempting to pull my jeans up "hi"

"Hi" she says unable to stop looking at my…lack of jeans 

"Uhhh my eyes are up here" I playfully remind her 

"Are they now. I hadn't noticed" she says dropping her little fluffy blue backpack with rabbit years in her usual spot, and it was then I really took note of her as I actually got some jeans on, in her sweet little black combat boots, pink and green striped tights, her Princess Quest 4 shirt mostly covered by her purple pinafore dress, her hair in her usual pigtail braids her Alice band on keeping her bangs from her face "sorry Peter" she smiled sitting down on my bed beside me

"It's fine. You just… you need to wait until I say so. So you don't end up barging in on me again"

"Alright I am sorry" she smiled "shall we?" She offered as she pulled her switch from her backpack

"Sure" I smiled happily taking a joycon to engage in our usual Thursday night 

"What where you up to anyway parker?" She asks 

"What?" I asked as I had been concentrating

"I was merely inquiring as to why you where snuggled in your bedroom with your shirt undone and jeans off, moment's before my arrival?"

"Ohhh well I had uhhhh just uhh got out the shower?" 

"I don't see a towel" she says glancing around the room 

"Ohh yeah well I uhhhhh I was uhhhh"

"Peter?"

"Yes?" I gulped

"Where you?" She asks "doing something naughty?" She whispered

"Naughty?" I asked giving her a questionable look 

She didn't answer her hand simply moved to my upper thigh giving it a soft squeeze and glancing at my 

"Oh- naughty. Right" I blushed, well that's certainly an easier answer to explain then… the real one. "Kinda"

"And why were you doing that?"

"Just…. cause" 

"Cause?"

"Cause. It happened."

"Your such a sweetie" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss which made me blush hard "you know, next time if it….happens again right before our Thursday night time. Don't bother"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't mind helping" she smiled giving my leg another squeeze

"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh" was all that arrived at my mouth getting lost somewhere between my brain and mouth "you uhhhhh you wouldn't?"

"Not all all Peter" she smiled giving my nose and kiss before returning her focus to the game 

"So if… just before you came over I… you wouldn't mind helping?"

"Not at all" 

"What if, you weren't meant to head over, could maybe I…. Call you? And you might help over the phone"

"I could of you'd like that" she smiled giving me a playful elbow 

"What if I said I…. Now?" 

"Now?"

"Yeah"

"Right now?"

"Right now" I nodded 

She smiled saving her game "okay" she smiled moving to kneel on the rug Infront of me "in or out?" She asks

"What?" I asked having not really been focusing noticing her hands on her dresses straps suggestively I was for a second confused by her question and then it clicked "ohh your- uhhhh in. I don't want you to get cold"

"Awww so considerate" she smiled gently undoing my jeans tugging them down my legs, I didn't stop her I just relaxed and let her work soon enough she pulled my boxers down too and she seemed taken aback but given how excited our meer conversation had made me "umm you did need my help" she smirked she started slow meerly taking a soft grip of my shaft, I couldn't help but stare are her as she slowly stroked every inch of me she smiled wickedly before she moved my legs apart and moved forward pressing her soft little kisses onto my shaft which immediately made me gasp struggling not to buck my hips towards her trying to relax into the sweet pleasure but it just winding me up more "hummm relax peter" she smiled rubbing the bottom of my stomach between her kisses 

"I'm trying…" I gasped 

"How about we move on then?" She smiled moving to take every inch of me in her mouth

"Ohhh…. Fudge. Fuck. Fuck. Y/n!" I groaned my eyes rolling back as she gently bobbed her head gently sucking all the whole "uhhhh y/n baby" I groaned resting my hand in the back of her head, I lost track of how long this went on and honestly I couldn't care it felt so good doing my best to limit my moans and groans that task getting harder the longer it went on, I knew I was so close but it didn't slow her down at all "y/n… baby please im-" I pleaded but it only made her speed up gently moaning with me still in her mouth and it was like I was swinging and hit a wall this instant rush! I grabbed her hair hard and she happily took as much as she could, once I crashed I felt back on my bed getting my breath, she giggled and pulled back cleaning what little escaped her lips getting up fixing her hair a little from all that, getting a bit of gum from her bag and laying down beside me 

"Feel better now peter?"

"Ummmm much much better y/n. Thank you"

"You're welcome. No more secret playing?"

"i won't I promise. Why would I need to if I've got you to help me out" I smiled. "Could maybe… I actually kiss you?"

"Five minutes" she smiled kissing my head "when the taste is out my mouth" she winked 

#tomholand #tom holland #tomholland #spiderman #mcu fic #peter #peter parker

[momobani]

What’s *really* wrong with Secretary Kim? - chapter 5 (final)

Secretary!Mingyu x fem!reader / 3.6k

Sum: your happy ending.  

chapter warnings: fluff, smut, sub!mingyu x softdom!femreader, oral (male receiving), edging, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe!)

A/N: it’s the last chapter, it’s been a blast writing this, this fic really does feel like my magnum opus (magnus opum as Mingyu would say), I hope you like it! I’m working on some stuff so stay tuned! 

If you have any thoughts on this, then feel free to use my inbox, I’m new at this so idk if I’m even doing it right lol, enjoy!

Taglist: @lavendersvt , @fav9yu

Chapter 5

It wasn’t until noon that Mingyu made an appearance in your kitchen. You’d been sitting on your couch, attempting to read a book but had been uncomfortably on edge, anticipating Mingyu coming down at any moment. You stayed there two hours, words floating in front of you, hieroglyphics that you had zero interest in. You heard his quiet shuffling down the stairs and took a deep breath.

He appeared, utterly dishevelled in last night’s clothes, hair fluffy and sticking up cutely. He seemed dazed and a little confused to find himself in your house, walking in as if he was walking into Narnia for the first time. Except there was no Mr Tumnus to greet him, but his tense boss sitting on the couch, staring at him.

“How did I get here?” He croaked.

“Seokmin dropped you off.” Mingyu muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like ‘that bastard’. You patted the seat next to you. “C’mere. Did you drink the water and painkillers?” He nodded and sat next to you, unsure how to face you. “Good boy. How’re you feeling?”

“Honestly, I’ve been worse.” He said quietly, fidgeting under your gaze. Seeing him this soft and vulnerable made your heart contract. You’d tried to recall another time when you’d felt like this; suddenly wanting to pull him into a hug, hold him close and pat his head, stroking his hair. But you came up short; you hadn’t let your feelings crystallise like you had now.

“Mingyu, we need to talk.” You kept your tone low and gentle so as not to frighten him. Classic Mingyu freaked out anyway. His head whipped towards you, alarmed and eyes shaking.

“No, please don’t quit! I know you’ve been stressed but didn’t your vacation help? If it didn’t I’ll clear your schedule and give some of your meetings to Mr Yoon. He has a lot more time on his hands than he lets on but he doesn’t bring it up ‘cause he doesn’t want to work over time like you do-” he stopped when he saw your face. You were tearing up as you watched him babble desperately. “No! Don’t cry, Bo-”

“I love you, Mango.” You sniffled, unable to keep it together anymore. You’d thought about it for the better part of the night, trying to figure your feelings out and what you wanted to do next, both with Mingyu and with your job. The time off had made you strangely serene and had given you time to relax enough to make proper, thought out decisions. You knew what your heart was saying and the rest came easily.

You thought Mingyu.exe stopped functioning. He was stuck, a still image on your couch, silent and barely breathing. You waved a hand in front of his face. “‘Gyu?” He finally blinked, at least.

“Am I still asleep?” He murmured to himself, brows furrowing pensively. You burst out laughing at his adorableness.

“Honey, you’re awake.” You assured him, taking one of his hands in both of yours and squeezing it gently. He was finally starting to get with the programme.

“You love me?” He asked, making big puppy eyes at you. How could it not melt your heart? You nodded.

“I do, so much.” you shuffled closer to him and adjusted yourself so you’re eye level with him. “You’re so sweet-” you reached to kiss his cheek. “Caring,” you kissed his other cheek. “So lovely,” kiss. “Kind,” kiss. “And so precious.” You finally pecked his lips, drawing back to see a light pink blush pepper his cheeks where you’d kissed him. A shy smile was blooming across his face, he hummed quietly. Then:

“I love you too.”

You felt a huge smile appear on your face as you tackled Mingyu into a hug, ignoring how his shirt reeked of alcohol for a moment, before reaching to kiss him again. This time he reciprocated enthusiastically following your lead. You didn’t care about the smell of his shirt but he tasted of day old alcohol and despair so you pulled away quickly.

“Baby, I love you but I can’t kiss you with that mouth.”

“Sorry,” he pursed his lips guiltily. You smiled at his cuteness and let your fingers wander to the buttons of his shirt and started popping each one. Mingyu gulped. “What a-are you doing?” He asked but made no objection. You popped the last one and looked at him.

“Putting your shirt in the laundry, now go take a damn shower, ‘Gyu.” You kissed his nose and prodded him away.

***

You stood alone in the laundry room, reflecting on everything as the machine clattered on; you’d put a bunch of things in with Mingyu’s shirt to economise as he took a shower. One part was done, but you still had to deal with all the work stuff - you hadn’t told Mingyu about your plans yet. You thought it would completely overwhelm him, so you didn’t.

It had been Friday night during your talk with Jeonghan that you’d sort of made the decision, pitching the idea to him to see if he was okay with it too. After all, it would affect him too eventually. He’d taken it surprisingly well, agreeing with the pros and cons and hypothetical scenarios that you listed to him. The whole conversation was a huge weight off your chest, finally feeling like a breakthrough for you.

You went to the sun room to hang out as you waited for Mingyu to finish.

Not five minutes later he reappeared, same jeans on and shirtless with a towel in hand as he dried his hair half-heartedly. Despite the towel in his possession, there were still some stray water droplets making their way over his shoulders and torso. Your eyes were glued to them, watching their progress as they rolled lower and lower…

“Are you checkin’ me out  right now, Boss?” Mingyu asked teasingly, not missing an opportunity to flex the arm that was holding the towel as he caught you practically drooling over him. Maybe you had made him cocky after all, or he’s always been and waiting for the opportunity to let it shine. You narrowed your eyes and cocked up an eyebrow.

“Got a problem with that, honey?” You purred and stood up. In a heartbeat, Mingyu was tongue-tied, clutching the towel in front of him, wide-eyed as he watched you approach him. “I thought you liked the attention; didn’t you like it when I took pictures of you? And look at you now, trying to flex your big muscles for me.”

“I like it when you look at me.” He mumbled, cockiness gone in an instant. “I like it when you touch me too.” He added shyly. You cornered him against the wall, bringing your hands to rest on his hips.

The tall man in front of you shivered at your touch.

“Like this?” You trailed one hand up his torso, fingertips brushing against his body lightly, causing a wave of goosebumps to appear across his smooth skin. You leaned in to kiss him gently, keeping your hand between you as it found its way to one of his pecs, rolling over one hard nipple. Mingyu hummed into your mouth, body heating up.

“Hm, you like that, baby?” You whispered against his lips, free hand holding the back of his head towards you, playing with the short hair at the back of his neck.

“Y-yeah,” he breathed out, eyes half-closed as he looked at you. You smirked at how affected he was; you hadn’t even started playing properly yet.

“You’re so cute,” you trailed your thumb over his lips as you admired how beautiful he was like this, already half gone without you even doing anything. “Do you want more, darling?” You inquired, already pretty certain what the answer was going to be. He nodded vigorously.

“Yes, please.”

“Such a polite boy, too.” You remarked as you led him to the storage bench love seat. You made him sit down as you stood in front of him. You decided to tug off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare torso, leaving you in just some sleep shorts. Mingyu’s eyes bugged out of his head as they roamed over the curves of you body, enticed at a glance.

You stepped towards him and went to kiss him again. His mouth followed yours hungrily, kissing you back with a passion. It was divine; just feeling his mouth against yours. A random thought popped into your head.              

“Am I turning into one of those stereotypical CEOs who fucks their secretary?” You pulled away from the kiss, thinking out loud.

“I’m not objecting!” Mingyu grinned and bought your mouth back to his.  

You straddled Mingyu, lips locked and ran your fingers down the side of his face, down his neck, curling around his bare shoulder and snaking down his arm until you reached his hand. You grabbed it, brought up and pinned his wrist to the wall, leaning into him and making his back hit the wall too. He writhed under your touch, hips bucking up, erection grinding against your core as he whimpered when you bit his lip gently.

“Please, do something,” he whined into your kiss. You smiled at his patheticness, grinding down on him as you ignored his plea. You moved your searing kiss down to his jaw, free hand angling his face for access, nipping and pecking at the soft skin as he whined again. “Please!”

“Please what, honey?” You sucked a love bite on his neck as he struggled to answer, hips moving involuntarily against you, sending tingles to your lower abdomen.  

“Please touch me, fuck me, anything!” He drew out the ‘anything’ as his voice trembled.

“But I am touching you, baby. And only good boys get fucked. Be a good boy and be patient for me, you got it?” You asked him, letting go of his face and wrist in favour of standing up. Mingyu’s arms shot up to hold on to your hips, as if he was scared you’d just leave him there, desperate and untouched. “I didn’t hear you, ‘Gyu?” You prompted him.

“Yes, I’ll be good, I p-promise.” He nodded, as if trying to convince himself more than you.

“Good boy.” You smiled at his cuteness before moving his legs to accommodate yourself between his thighs. “Here’s the deal; I’m going to suck you off and if you come without my permission, I won’t let you fuck my pussy, alright?”

“Yes, please, I need your mouth!” He whimpered miserably.

“Gosh, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” You remarked as you kissed down his torso and tugged on the waistband of his jeans, making him lift his hips as you took down his boxers with the rest. His cock sprang free and smacked against his abs with a gentle thwack. You wasted no time drawing closer and starting to lick a stripe along the side of his shaft, from base to head as you held onto his thighs for leverage. Mingyu took a deep breath when your tongue made contact with his skin, exhaling when you repeated the action on the other side.

He sucked in a gulp of air when he felt you let a glob of spit fall onto the head of his cock, your hand following as you started to smear it around and down the shaft, mixing it with any pre-cum from the tip, beginning to jerk him off for a bit. You built a rhythm for a few moments, watching his face as he got used to it, only to take your hand away and replace it with your mouth around the head of his cock. You ran your tongue over the slit several times, keeping your eyes on the way Mingyu’s rolled to the back of his head, a breathy sigh leaving his lips. You took more of him into your mouth and started sucking, holding on to his thighs when he jolted at the sensation.

You let yourself breathe for a moment and switched to jerking him off, one hand on his shaft, the other moving from his thigh to his balls, to add to the sensation. He jolted again, eyes shooting open and whines increasing in volume.

“You close, honey?” you asked him, a little breathlessly.

“Fuck, yes, really close, please keep going!” He moaned. You smirked at how easy he was. You went back to sucking the head of his cock, getting ambitious and taking more of him and starting to deep throat him. Mingyu moaned loudly, one hand coming to rest on the side of you head, as you bobbed up and down. You hummed appreciatively around him and he almost yelped as a buzz of pleasure shot through him. He was starting to twitch so you let go of him and slid his cock out of your mouth with a slurpy pop.

The look of devastation on Mingyu’s face said it all, he whined at the loss of contact as you ripped his orgasm away.

“No fair,” he mumbled, a pout forming on his lips. You leaned up and kissed him, then bopped his nose.

“But you were so good for me, baby, now you get to fuck me.” You brushed some of the hair hanging in his eyes away and kissed his forehead softly, before standing once again to rid yourself of your remaining clothes. You straddled him like before, the two of you naked on the storage bench as you started to kiss him deeply and hungrily again. You’d been focused on Mingyu’s pleasure but that didn’t mean you weren’t starting to feel a gentle throbbing at your core for friction.

As you kissed him, you let the shaft of his cock slide against your folds, hitting your clit, a delicious thrum of pleasure coursing through you, wetness spreading over your slit and his cock. Without breaking the kiss, you lined yourself up and started to sink down his shaft, a duo of strangled moans echoing in your sun room, unsure of who was louder. You felt the head of his cock reaching deep inside of you and making you gasp at the fullness as his girth stretched you beautifully.

You started moving after a moment of adjustment, both for you and for him, hips moving back and forth, grinding down on his thighs. He was so deep inside and you couldn’t help the groans that formed at the back of your throat.

“L-love it when you sound like that.” He mumbled, face buried in your neck, unable to contain his own groan as you switched to bouncing up and down his cock. His hands had been resting on your hips but now started to support your rapid movement, helping you build up intensity.

“Shit, that’s so good, just like that.” You sighed, as you felt Mingyu’s hands guiding your hips as he bucked his to match your pace. Soon all you could focus on was the raw pleasure flowing through your body, letting your entangled moans bounce off each other and the walls as the sound of skin slapping skin lewdly echoed through the room. You held on to his meaty biceps and shoulders for balance, trying your best to stay upright and not slump against him.

Instead you pulled him impossibly closer, chest to chest and went to kiss him. His mouth found yours desperately as you continued your erratic pace, Mingyu whining into your mouth as he got closer to his end. You weren’t far behind him but your legs were starting to give out, so you went back to grinding down with a wiggle of your hips. By stroke of luck or stroke game (who knew really?), you found the perfect angle where you gasped and almost screamed at the way the head of his cock brushed against your walls.

Mingyu felt the new way you clenched around him and got inspired, moving his hips in sync with yours, the storage bench creaking underneath you Baby Don’t Like It style, as you put that IKEA furniture to the test. You couldn’t control your moans as you felt your impending orgasm build up, letting Mingyu help you keep up the intense pace.

Within a heartbeat you were coming, a droned groan escaping your throat as you felt Mingyu fuck you through it, hips stuttering as he followed you in moments. He moaned your name as he stilled during his orgasm, panting and leaning back against the wall, pulling you against him. You propped yourself up enough to kiss Mingyu’s forehead gently, the two of you coming down and stabilising again.

“Are you okay, baby?” You asked him, tired fingers brushing his hair out of his face. He nodded, eyes opening and adjusting to the light. “Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday?”

“A little,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Let’s get cleaned up and I’ll make us something.” You started to get up but Mingyu caught your hand and pulled you back for a second.

“Let me make it.” You tried not to take offence but he was right; better for you and the well being of your kitchen.

“Fine.”      

***

After cleaning up and eating, you spent the rest of the day in bed, doing nothing in particular and each other, being close and closer and enjoying each other’s company. It was some sort of bliss before you had to go back to work.

You’d discussed what you were going to do about your job with Mingyu as you lay down, his head on your chest and you played with his hair. It wasn’t quite as shocking to him as you thought it might be. Then again, he was good at psychically anticipating some of your moves, as he’d proven time and time again.  

You’d decided not to quit after all, but you were only going to keep your CEO position until the end of the year then perhaps swap with Jeonghan or promote one of the senior directors like Seungcheol or Joshua to take the position, depending on how the board of directors took the news and voted.

You’d become a director too, which meant that you wouldn’t necessarily need a secretary, but perhaps someone in your team depending on how management positions would change. It also meant that you’d have a little more time on your hands to spend on the things that you liked, like the photography hobby you’d picked up. It was crazy how much better you felt after returning to something you loved.

It was like Mingyu had told you: you don’t have to good at your hobbies to have them.

“Seokmin told me the other day there was an opening in the HR department under Mr Hong. I thought that maybe if you did go then I’d try that out.” Mingyu moved his head to peek up at you.

“Hmm, maybe it’s time for something new for the both of us, you should go for it.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I mean Human Resources isn’t bad, right? And as a human you’re very resourceful so…” you trailed off. Mingyu propped himself to face you properly.

“That’s the sort of bullshit I would try to say.” He pouted. “I’m rubbing off on you.” He said satisfaction clear in his voice. You laughed at his cuteness.

“Well, you are my favourite human, it makes sense.” You felt a sweet warmth blooming in your chest as you said it, feeling silly at all these cheesy things, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

***

Epilogue: several months later

You woke up to an empty bed and automatically assumed you were running late. Today was the first day that you weren’t going to be CEO any more and you needed to formally hand over everything to Jeonghan, who’d been voted CEO by the directors in the end. He’d been surprised that he’d been the choice but you hadn’t had any doubts about it, knowing that most of the directors were happy to have him in charge.

(You’d given a promotion to Wonwoo to senior director about a month ago, not only to keep an eye on and support Jeonghan but because he’d earned by helping you expand your deal with Wen Electronics in the past few months.)

“Babe, get up, breakfast is ready!” You heard Mingyu calling from the kitchen. The two of you had been spending more time together (if that was even possible) since he was staying over more and more often.

Somehow in record time you managed to get ready just as Harrison was pulling up to your house. You put your shoes on slowly, feeling a little mischievous. He’d insisted to give you one last ride to work after you’d declined to keep his services when you moved to your new position. You felt like finally buying your own car and driving it too. (You and Mingyu had already bought it together and decided to carpool and had even christened the car in an empty parking lot.)

When you sat down with Mingyu by your side, you saw the old man’s mouth gap open, clearly not expecting to see your gentleman caller getting into the car too.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sir, we overslept.” You smiled innocently. He feigned clearing his throat, clearly a little embarrassed, and started the engine.That should teach him to nose about other people’s personal lives.

You took the elevator up to your old office one last time, Mingyu by your side as always and found Jeonghan’s newly hired secretary Seungkwan standing to attention at his new (Mingyu’s old) desk.

“Morning, Miss.” he seemed bright and fresh as a daisy. He clearly hadn’t started work yet.      

“Morning,” you greeted him back. “Mr Boo, this is Mr Kim.” You introduced the two in passing, as you ducked into your office to look over the pile of paperwork awaiting your best friend.

“Excuse me, who are you?” You hear Seungkwan ask Mingyu. You forgot they hadn’t done their handover yet; Mingyu was doing it all today as per Jeonghan’s instruction.

“I’m you, but promoted.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “And taller. So you’re Mr Yoon’s new secretary?”

“Yes,” Seungkwan replied enthusiastically.

“Godspeed.”  

***

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[wornoutmouse]

Look I wrote this for my friend but i popped the hell off with this one so if you don’t mind reading a name inbetween a few dialogue points pls read

You ran hurriedly through the halls of the school as the third bell finally rang. You had overslept and had barely made it onto the bus. Skidding to a stop, you slow down when you get to the door, catching your breath before entering. Just as you annoyingly expected, eyes dart towards you as soon as you entered, effectively catching the teacher’s attention.

 “This is the second time you are late young lady, one more time and I will have no choice but to write you up.” You smile awkwardly, “Sorry Miss, it won’t happen again.”  Ms. Bustier clicks her tongue disapprovingly as she watched her student walk to her seat, head hanging low. You sit down in your chair with a soft sigh as Ms. Bustier spoke about today’s lesson.

For the most part, you pay attention to the lesson being taught, that is until your attention is being interrupted by a pencil poking your side. From your peripheral vision, you see fluffy blond hair swaying gently to get your attention. You mutter under your breath, swiping the pencil with your hand, “Quit it Adrien I’m already in trouble.” The boy huffs but the playful aura still hung around making your skin buzz with excitement.

 Shifting in your seat, you squint your eyes at the smartboard, writing down notes every so often. Looking down once again, you notice a small piece of paper folded, You look at Adrien who boredly watched your teacher speak. Opening the paper you roll your eyes at the note inside. 

A - Late again are you Miss Mia? One more time and I might have to wake you up myself

Nibbling the tip of your pencil you write a note back, crumpling the paper before tossing it at Adrien’s head with a smirk.

You- Well maybe I wouldn’t have been so tired if you hadn’t interrupted my study time with your modeling rants

The paper is tossed back at your head, catching in your curly hair, making Adrien snort.

A- Well I can think of other ways to keep you up at night...

You cough loudly at the message, eyes darting at Adrien’s laid-back figure. You scribble down a quick snarky reply with shaking hands. You go to pass the paper but the sound of a throat clearing interrupts you. You turn to your left and are forced to look up, gulping when you notice your teacher’s signature white blazer. She holds her hand out and you reluctantly place the ball of paper in her hand.

“While I will not embarrass you by reading out your hidden messages, I will embarrass you by writing you up for detention.” Sputtering, you point an accusing finger at the smug boy behind you, “He started it first I was just..” You are hushed by a firm hand on your shoulder, “Well if that’s the case, both you and Adrien can join each other at study hall.” Adrien groans behind you and you throw a glare his way, one that he responds with a teasing wink. The sound of the bell ringing grimly reminds you of the dreadful time awaiting you in study hall after school.

 When you get thereAdrien is already there and waves you over to him. You narrow your eyes at him but sit next to him anyway. “Aww don’t look at me like that Mi, it’s not my fault you aren’t stealthy enough to pass a simple note in class.” You roll your eyes, “Well if you weren’t tossing notes like a child, we wouldn’t be here either.” Adrien laughs loudly earning a sharp look from the detention monitor. 

He mutters a silent apology as you busy yourself with a notepad and pencil. The study hall is silent and boring and 11 minutes feel like 11 hours as the clock ticks by. Adrien watches your small scribbles turn into different shapes and sizes. Before long, he notices you drawing a rather familiar face. “Whatcha drawing?” You shrug, watching your pencil make the shape of cat-like ears.

You continue drawing, briefly recognizing Adrien’s body heat as he watches over your shoulder. “You like Chat Noir huh?” Your precise pencil strokes outline the lean frame of one of Paris’s heros. While it is undoubtedly Chart Noir in a heroic setting, the way his eyes slant a little more than his mask allows and the way one of his hands rested on his chest did give way to a more seductive undertone. 

“Yeah, I think he’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” Adrien hums, the feeling of his short breaths blowing against your shoulder makes you shiver. “Really? Well, he can’t be hotter than I can he?” Adrien fluffs his hair pompously as he stretches his body lazily. “I don’t know maybe a little.” Adrien sticks his tongue out at you.

Your monitor stands up and walks towards the door before turning around, “Listen you two, I am going to get lunch, and I better see you two here when I come back or you’ll get worse than detention.” The teacher fixes you both with a long look before leaving. “They are a little stiff in the ass.” You chuckle resting your head on your palm. Adrien slouches in his chair to play on his phone, giving you the perfect opportunity to observe him. Your friend is attractive, that is something you’ve come to terms with a long time ago, hiding your crush away deep in your mind. 

“You like to stare at me when you think?” His tenor voice startles you out of thought and you realize you now have his full attention. Your face is warm and for once you are glad you couldn’t visibly blush. 

“Hey, Adrien? What did you mean by that last message you passed me in class?” You tried to pass the question off as casual but you could feel your heart racing as the room filled with daunting silence. “What do you think I meant?” 

Suddenly Adrien felt too close and the room felt smaller. When you made eye contact with him, his eyes were slanted just like Chat Noirs on your drawing. “You tell me.” You said boldly. Adrien pondered for a while, green eyes observing your features, going from your eyes, down your nose before finally resting on your plump lips. “Well, I think it meant exactly what it said.” Adrien placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palm. “So tell me why you like Cat Noir?” You stare at nothing, unable to compute the absurd request that came seemingly out of nowhere.

“What?” Adrian’s hand doesn’t stop moving on your thigh, heating your skin through your jeans. “Come on Mi, humor me for a moment.” You hum softly in an attempt at calming your heart rate. “Well, I like how he seems to enjoy what he does,  saving people...” As you speak Adrien takes the time to scoot closer to you paying a sparing glance at the door your teacher left out of a moment ago. “What would you do if you met him?” His hands got closer to your inner thigh fiddling with your belt loops.

The urge to clench your legs together was immediate as the fire within you grew stronger. “I would thank him for his service and-” Adrien shushes you with the sound of your belt clinking a loose. “Let me rephrase, what do you want him to do to you?” Before you had comprehended your predicament, Adrien’s hand had found itself inside your pants.

You were sitting rigidly in your chair, lips parted in a silent exhale. Slender fingers focused themselves on your swelling bud, pressing soft circles on it in an effort to coax it out of its hood. Noting your tensed posture, Adrien tries to distract you. He’ll admit even to himself that this was a bold move on his part and he was surprised you hadn’t pushed him off at this point. “I can stop if you want me to?” You feel his fingers stop their ministrations and you quickly grab his wrist. “No!”

His concerned demeanor is quickly wiped away by a broad smirk as his fingers resumed their task. “Okay then.” He places a kiss on your shoulder through your shirt making you shiver. “You didn’t answer my question.” You nod and try to speak in a stable manner. “I would want him to- oh god!” Adrien’s fingers began to work overtime as they went down to your lips, now wet with your arousal. “I would want him to touch me there! Please.” 

Lips latched lazily on your skin, sucking hard enough for you to feel it but not hard enough for marks to be left behind. “Where is’ there’ Mia? Use your words.” Your back arched in your chair when you felt his slick index finger playfully dip inside of you before returning to your clit.  “Adrien~” Your soft moans were audible now, and every small whimper made his cock ache at the thought of being the cause of your sweet noises. Adrien mockingly hummed, “Oh I see now.”

“You want him to fuck that pretty pussy of yours don’t you?”  You make a strange noise that is a mix of surprise and a moan. You’d never think words like those could leave Adrien’s mouth. “Y-Yes!”  Adrien nodded moving to use both hands now, it was an awkward position but it was worth it seeing you fall apart by his hands. “I bet you think of him at night, kissing you slowly, while his hands roam your body.”  Adrien sinks his teeth in your shoulder blade making you jerk as a particularly hard burst of pleasure racks your body. “You look so damn sexy like this kitty cat.’

You lean forward, holding yourself up by your desk as Adrien’s fingers move faster on your clit. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating, you gonna cum?” The teasing tone in his voice ignited the smallest ounce of competitiveness within you. You grit your teeth and shake your head, “Don’t get so full of yourself Agreste.” Your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of a finger finally entering you. Adrien looked at you with narrowed eyes. He wasn’t a fan when you got competitive, especially when you were obviously bluffing.

There was a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin as your orgasm got closer. Adrien focused on the way your walls quivered around his finger. Your choked-back moans cut the air as he pumps his finger faster. Your wetness was dripping onto your underwear and around his palm making squelching noises. “Are you sure you aren’t going to cum?” Adrien whispered close to your ear taking glee when a tremor passed down your spine. Your orgasm was too damn close for him to stop so you decide to swallow your pride just this once. “F-faster, Adrien, I’m close.” Those were indeed the wrong words to say. Adrien slowed his finger down to slow pumps while his thumb pressed harshly on your clit. He laughed as he could practically feel it throbbing, “I thought you said you weren’t going to cum?” You try to grind down on his hand, bucking slightly as his rough palm stimulated your sensitive lips. “Don’t be an ass ah-fuck!”

You grip the edge of your desk as you finally cum on his hand. Your eyelids flutter and Adrien marvels that the feeling of your cunt that was squeezing him so tightly he could neither tell if it was pulling him in or pushing him out. 

You grunt as he removes his finger, when you look over at him, he is preoccupied with pulling his cock out while licking his fingers clean of your cum. Adrien whimpered around his fingers as his other hand jerked his cock sharply “Ah, you taste better than I thought.” Your eyes travel down his chest to meet his junior. It was thick and surprisingly long. You couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the angry red it was at the tip. But the vein traveling up the side made your mouth water.

His hips bucked to meet his hand desperately. Curses left his soft lips as he tossed his head back in pleasure. A deep warmth flooded your gut from the vibrant imagery of him fucking you with it. “Mia-ah shit.” You raise your head up to meet his eyes, your heart skipping a beat at how the green of his eyes was almost completely drowned by his pupils. “It’s not fair if I helped you get you off, but you won’t help me.” You scootch forward a little bit, swallowing your saliva, “What do you want me to do?” Adrien spread his legs with his hands holding the sides of his chair, “Come on Mi, I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’ve already gone dumb?” 

A hand comes on your shoulder and gently coaxes you down to your knees. You feel small as Adrien peers down at you,  gaze disrupted as his cock begins twitching in front of you. Nervousness enters your head as you quickly come to the realization of how large his dick actually was. “What, are you afraid Mia? Or do I need to get you into the mood?”  Adrien sits up straighter, “Claws out.”  Your tilt your head curious as he combs his fingers through his hair, revealing...cat ears? The sight of a green glow slithering around his body was almost as unnerving as the sight of his outfit changing right before you. 

In little as no time flat, Paris’s neighborhood hero sat in front of you in all his leather glory. His eyes seemed even greener than before, and his personality seemed to change right before you. “Adrien you’re Chat Noir!?” The blond shrugs nonchalantly, gripping his cock and slapping it against your cheek. “Mi I am all for the formalities, but I am so close to fucking your brains out right now, that I think it would be in your best interest to start sucking.” While still being conscious of your hairstyle, Adrien...Noir, pulls your head closer to his groin.

You resist the urge to scrunch your face at the feeling of precum being smeared on your mouth and chin. This resistance only makes Noir chuckle, “Stick your tongue out for me.”  As if it was routine, you do as he says and moan softly from the feeling of his tip tapping your warm muscle. “So fucking perfect for me.”  The praise makes you clench and gives you the courage to open your mouth wider. You suck on his member making him release a pleased growl. His hand laid limply on the back of your head as you take the lead.

The salty taste while slightly unpleasant, wholly addictive. Feeling your growing comfort, Adrien begins thrusting to meet your mouth. The tip of his cock goes all the way to the back of your throat making you choke before dragging back but the sounds of you struggling doesn’t dissuade him. The feeling of your tongue grazing over his vein just before your throat constricted around him drove him wild. Your tiny whimpers made his balls vibrate as he moved faster.

You place your hands on his thighs in order to stable yourself as his thrusts got more brutal. Slob collected around your mouth before dripping down your chin and finally collected by his balls every time they hit your jaw. “Fuck I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” Adrien’s voice pitched higher as his claws scratched into the wooden chair of his seat. His head tossed back violently as his thrusts became sloppy, legs shaking. Loud sobs left his mouth as you bright him closer to the edge each thrust is accentuated by filthy words. “Your mouth is so. fucking. Tight. Fuck Mia!”

You felt cum shoot down your throat as Adrien holds your head painfully against this crotch. He weakly thrusts into your mouth a few more times before realizing you. Gasping for air, you wipe your mouth of saliva and look up at Adrien as he catches his breath.  Rough hands grip your chin making you look up at him. “You looked wrecked Mi.” Adrien laughs as he wipes cum off the corner of your mouth.  You stand up wobbly and albeit a bit light-headed, Adrien stands with you and kisses your lips, enjoying the taste of himself in your mouth.

“We are going to finish this later.” Before your brain could even prompt you to ask, the bell rings signaling that detention was over. Adrien deactivates his miraculous before grabbing his backpack and leaving detention hall.

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