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gaylittlezuko · 2 years
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🌴 🏖 🌊 ☀️
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sweetsreverie · 8 months
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could you write a drabble where darry’s girlfriend is totally adored by the rest of the boys and she’s almost motherly to them?
bro... thank you for planting this idea in my head ♡︎
pairing: darry curtis x f!reader wc: 972 warnings/notes: none
You met Darry six months ago while you were at the grocery store. You were clearly having trouble trying to reach something on the top shelf and he offered to help you, retrieving the item and handing it to you with a charming, kind smile. The two of you ended up talking in the spice aisle for nearly ten minutes before you both realized that you had places to be. Darry had scribbled his home phone number on your grocery list before leaving. Since then, you mostly saw him on the weekends when he wasn’t working, or on the rare occasion that he wasn’t totally exhausted after work, you would see him for dinner.
It took a while for him to introduce you to his brothers, and eventually the rest of their little gang. But when he did, he came to notice that the boys treated you differently than anyone else. They seemed to respect you, and they didn’t really pick on you or mess with you like they did other people. That was also partially because you seemed to take care of them, and honestly you didn’t even think much of it. You just found yourself doing little things for them here and there. It started with you cleaning up Darry’s work boots one night, and then you ironed Sodapop’s work shirt one day while he was running late for work, and you’ve helped Ponyboy with his homework on multiple occasions when he was struggling through his math homework. 
It made Darry’s heart swell, especially when you took care of Ponyboy and Soda. Ever since their mom died, they haven’t had a female, or even somewhat of a motherly figure in their life. Darry could be tough on them, so having your gentle nature around was almost comforting for them.
Today you had the day off of work so you spent some time at the Curtis’ house. Darry was working so you tried to clean up the place to take it off of his shoulders. Besides, you sometimes spent the night with Darry and ate dinner with them, so you figure you might as well pull your own weight and treat the place as your own. 
“You know Y/N, this ain’t even your house. You don’t have to clean up after us.” Pony says while he sits on the couch and Johnny sits on the floor near the coffee table, and the two of them were playing ‘go fish’.
“Well- I stay here enough and eat enough of yall’s food, I might as well. And I don’t want Darry to have to worry about it when he gets back from work.” You explain as you wipe down the kitchen table with a damp cloth.
Ponyboy smiles softly at that before he looks down at the cards in his hand. “Well… I know that Darry really appreciates it. He probably don’t show it or say it, but… I know he does.” Pony tells you with a little nod.
“I just know he’s got a lot on his plate, and I don’t see you boys helping him clean up much.” You say, the teasing tone clear in your voice while you grin over at Pony. Pony’s expression turns sheepish immediately, and Johnny even chuckles at your playful scolding.
Later that evening when Darry comes home, you stand in the kitchen with him while you two wait for dinner to finish cooking. After a few moments, Darry turns to you as you’re leaning against the counter.
“You know, Ponyboy told me you scolded him like a mother today.” Darry says, and you groan and shake your head.
“I did not! I was just messing with him-” You insist, and Darry laughs.
“He knows that, doll face. I just… think it’s funny. You really do take care of us.” Darry says with a little smile while he reaches for your hand.
You think about it for a second, and you realize that you really do take care of these boys.
“Well… you’re my boys. And someone’s gotta keep some order around here.” You tell Darry with a grin. You hear the front door open, and you poke your head out from around the doorway to see Sodapop and Steve.
“Aht aht, don’t bring them dirty boots in the house. Leave ‘em on the porch.” You tell the two of them, and Ponyboy laughs as they turn back around and begin to take their boots off on the porch.
When you turn back to Darry in the kitchen, the man is just grinning from ear to ear.
“What were you saying about keeping order around here?” He asks jokingly and you can’t help but laugh.
“Hell, even Dally listens to you. You must have instilled some kinda fear in him or something.”
You laugh at that and shake your head, and you move closer to Darry so you’re tucked in his side.
“But… really. Ever since our folks passed, Pony and Soda haven’t really had… a woman to care for them, or like.. A mother figure. If you know what I mean.” Darry tries to explain, and you nod while giving him a little smile.
“I understand, Darry. Really- and… I’m happy to be that for them. I know I can never replace your mom, and I don’t want to- but… I’m happy to look after them. I know it's hard for you to do on your own.” You explain to Darry, and he lets out a quiet sigh while he looks down at you with an expression of admiration.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” Darry asks, and you laugh softly.
“Yeah. Once or twice I think.” You tease him lightly before the two of you carry on with making dinner before the boys in the living room start getting too rowdy.
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ataraxiaspainting · 2 months
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Where Did The Years Go?
Yan Scaramouche x GN Reader.
Synopsis: You said you understood him. So why do you plan to leave him too?
Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, Scara is in his Kabukimono era, thoughts of murdering the Reader, and unhealthy relationships.
Word Count: 800.
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Dendrobium could only grow in areas where Celestia is blind. Kabukimono knew that, almost more than he knew anything else. The Dendrobium blooming next to a grave long since abandoned, much like the rest of this island, has no one to watch over it, no one aside from you and him. The seven red flowers sprouting in the tomb were unloved by this world, much like Kabukimono once used to be before he found a home within you, his beloved. 
The flower had many names, unlike the unmarked, broken stone that hid some sort of rotting human beneath the soil. The Flower of Poison because of the stamens which are indeed poisonous to mortals unlike himself, intended to keep pests like mice away from the inner parts. The Flower of Death was another ominous title since the flowers are said to bloom only when an Inazuman is said to cross over to the other side after passing on, be it from old age, disease, or some slow and painful death they either did or did not deserve. Sometimes, when you are feeling guilty enough, you visit this grave too, and sit down to meditate, contemplating what your mother is doing in the afterlife if it even existed. Perhaps this was why you were given a Vision, the shade of that of the tea you often brewed for both Kabikumono and yourself, a bright green color that dared not dwindle. The Flower of The Other Shore is also a common label for Dendrobium because when a soul passes the river they are said to be greeted by a field of them. Kabukimono ponders for a moment, leaning down to pick out a petal, playing with it between his thumb and pointer finger, stopping when he hears you call out his name, followed by the slightly loud note of a bell. He leans back down and buries the petal within the soil of the grave, bowing before hurrying off in the direction of your home.
Today’s dinner is a combination of what you both managed to gather. Kabukimono gathered the fish and seaweed, while you cooked the rice from the small field outside your home, along with some Lavender Melon. Your meals are often like this, Kabukimono found out a few days into him becoming a resident here for the time being, that what you ate depended heavily on the weather and the harvest. He promises himself that one day he will treat you to a meal and life so grand that you will never go back to foraging all day to just be barely given enough to scrape by. 
Seven months have passed since he first arrived here, according to you. He hopes that this life will continue to get better and that he will be able to give you the life you deserve.
“Kabukimono,” The saying of your name is unusually deflated like it has been the past week or so. “I… have to tell you something, alright?”
“Absolutely! Tell me anything, anything at all.”
What comes out of your mouth is not what he wanted to hear at all. “I… I’m leaving Yashiori Island.”
“...Huh?” He looks down at the small bowls that are in the center of the two of you. His side, as usual, has more food than yours, because you keep saying you cannot bear to see him go hungry. “Why?”
“There is not enough food. Not enough… anything. The thunderstorms are getting much worse too… I can’t live here anymore.”
You think this is the first time you have been scared of Kabukimono, because that new expression he is wearing is utterly terrifying.
“I… I’m sorry, Kabukimono. I’m… leaving for Inazuma City soon.”
He smiles, and in the blink of an eye, he is standing up and then your foreheads are touching, his hands grabbing your shoulders so tightly you could feel them almost dislocate. 
“No, you’re not, because that’s awfully selfish of you! My [First] would never do such a thing, right? They wouldn’t leave me alone to starve and cry and be covered in filth.”
Being aware that you are unaware of his non-human nature, yet acknowledging your uncontainable empathy, makes employing this strategy even simpler. It works every time you want to leave.
“Here, you can have my portion for tonight, alright? Just… Just don’t leave me. Please?” After a moment of silence, along with the tears that trickle down your cheeks, he knows he has one, at least for now. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, [First].”
When you don’t answer again, looking to the side, to the bag of your essentials, Kabukimono wonders if that grave would have enough room for two and not just one.
But he dismisses it because surely, you’ll be with him forever, right?
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revetahwsstuff · 4 months
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Johnny Cage
With a (bottom) Male S/O who is basically similar to Nicole Watterson but reversed. Pt.2
(Daycare!)
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M/N watched as his 3 children kept chanting that weird name, now he wasn’t familiar with anyone with that kind of name unless they were talking about Kakashi Hatake which the name “Ninja mime” fits him.
To M/N, he looks like any old-rich- white-dude so why are his kids are so fond of him suddenly? “Woah there little children! Don’t make a scene out of me.” Johnny Cage said with a snarky grin making M/N stoic expression turn firm a little.
“Come on kids, let’s not disturb the gentlemen.” M/N voice had a bit of sweetness mix with irritation as he began to push the cart full of food but it seems like his children didn’t want to leave.
“Aww, but dad. Look this may sound surprising to you but could we at least hang in the store for a couple of hours?” C/N one said, “This is like the only one time we actually might be grateful towards you if you do.” C/N three said
“Couple of hours? No, we have to get home early, cook dinner, go to sleep and take you kids to school.” M/N rebuttal and his three children pouted before looking up at Johnny with adorable-dejected-looking-faces.
“Looks like we can’t know each other yet Ninja-Mime.” C/N two with sadness. Johnny looked down with a half-smile. Looking up at their father who was beginning to walk away. Johnny crouched at their height “How about I..go to your house?”
“You can do that?!” C/N one question with excitement and Johnny just gave them a playful wink.
“Children!!” M/N yelled, the 3 kids jumped at their fathers voice and scurried away from Johnny to their father who was already 6 feet away from them from the aisle.
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Around 5, at home. Biyu was out of the house again to work dead-paying job meaning the children own the house now to do whatever they want.
“He should be here any minute now.”
“You sure? Someone like him has way too much on his hands” C/N two replied to C/N one. The two youngsters head downstairs and stood in front of the door, C/N one was tapping their shoes on the wooden floor impatiently before the doorbell was heard. The children immediately yanked the door open and had nervous smiles on their faces with Johnny cage looking down at them with wide eyes when seeing their nervous expression.
“You kids okay? I know I’m a celebrity and all but- you guys don’t seem like-“
“Oh no! We do want you here! Come! Come in.” C/N two nudged their small hand out for Johnny to come inside. The two looked up with creepy smiles but they were just shy and nervous since a big star came inside their little home. Johnny entered their small house, it was homey but very clustered as their were toys on the floor, and colored pencils laying around with papers drawn. A fish tank sitting on a dresser and kitchen just a few steps away.
The children began to pick up and tidy the living room up a little for their special guest and they did it pretty fast, C/N puts a towel where they accidentally spilled orange juice on the cushion and led Johnny where to sit which he oblige. “So this is where you guys sleep, not particularly my taste but for a normal family such as you guys.” Johnny looked around before he heard something moving and he adverted his eyes to see the three kids of M/N just staring at them. “Do you want anything sir? We got water, Thai tea or orange juice?”C/N one question with a nervous smile
“No need for the hospitality kids, just call me Johnny.” He interjected, “ok! Johnny?! How was your day?! What did you ate?!” M/N children energy were high! Johnny could understand where M/N stoic personality came from (If M/N came back and spot Johnny with his children it would drop his energy already.)
“I haven’t really ate anything today, but I did snuck out during a meeting for a movie just to see you kids.” Johnny replied, “awh, we were that important even we just met..well I know you..but you don’t know me-“ C/N one continued before C/N two smack them on the head for their sibling to not reveal the stalkings they did on Johnny’ daily life.
“So kids..do you guys have any games to play?” Johnny cage asked as he leaned back in the small couch, his legs had to be out stretched on the floor since he was tall.
“We can play (Your favorite game) on the PS5!” C/N one suggests and C/N two opens a cabinet under the TV to reveal the many games they had before picking the game C/N said they could play. The kids brought out their controllers and tossed one to Johnny who caught it in ease. The three began to play the game on the TV, making loud noises in the process making the toddler in the house awake
“CAN YOU GUYS BE QUIET?!” C/N three shouts from the nursery room, the older kids and Johnny quickly shut their mouth but later snickered in response. The three continued to play the PS5 until the clock strikes at 7pm. The sounds of keys rattling against the door heard before opening-
“What are you kids doing?!”
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hoasvuon · 7 months
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(11:35 PM)
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falling in love with soobin was the easiest thing in the world.
you’d been stressed all week from work, with deadlines fast approaching for your classes and applications for grad school following your coattails. you had been dazed for the better part of the night, staying in the library until late, and then rushing in order to catch the 11 PM train back. 
all you wanted was to go back to your apartment, and fall asleep on the nearest (somewhat) sleepable location, which at this rate, would probably be your front hallway. 
opening your front door, turned on the light and took off your shoes, before being surprised at the dim light that was coming from the living room. as you walked closer, the soft smells of soysauce and sesame hit your noise. taking a peek into the living room, you were met with your boyfriend placing a plate of dumpings on the living room table.
“oh! you’re home! i thought you’d be at the library until a little later, but this is perfect too. i just finished setting up!”, soobin said, before standing up to hug you.
as his arms wrapped around your frame, you felt your worries melt away. your bag dropped from your shoulder to the ground, and your reached up to circle your arms around his shoulders. you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, melting as he began to to rub circles into your back.
“you didn’t have to do all this,”, you murmured softly. 
“i know. but you’ve been studying so hard, and then you said you were going to stay at the library late today and that you hadn’t had dinner yet, so i thought it would be nice to have a warm meal before you go to sleep tonight.”, he replied simply.
you lifted your head slightly to see the table. he had prepared a stir fry noodle dish, steamed fish, dumplings, a small salad, and two cups of tea, the steam still curling from the rims. he must have cooked for a while, and he also had finals this week as well. you knew that he seldom cooked, often claiming that a kitchen without a soobin in it would be the safest thing for everyone involved. but he had, just so that you had a warm meal when you came home from studying.
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as you finished your late night dinner, you glanced over at soobin. he was busy de-boneing the fish he had made, making sure that there weren’t any small bones that “might make my baby choke”. when you ate the leftovers the next day.
you could see the look of concentration on his face as he poked his chopsticks through the fish. the light from your living room lamps cast a small halo of light on his tousled hair, before lighting up the curve of his nose. sitting this close to him, you could see the small freckles that lined his face, his eyelashes as they fluttered when he blinked, and slight upturn of his lips as he smiled once he finished checking over the fish. even though you had been dating for quite a while now, he still managed to find ways to make your heart flutter.
you slowly scooted over to his side of the table before resting your head on his shoulder.
“will you stay over?”, you asked timidly.
“of course,” soobin replied, before reaching over to cup your cheek. “i’ll be here for as long as you need me.”
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all of your friends had warned you, "be careful, once you fall for someone there's no going back.”
but somehow, you didn’t mind it all too much. after all, as the kitchen lights softly fell down the slope of your love’s hair as he washed the dishes, you couldn’t think of anywhere better to be, than right here, with soobin.
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marydiva-17 · 18 days
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My little solider
Sokka and reader
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The moon and ocean sprits had not only blessed you with, a wonder husband and tribe. They had also blessed you with a wonderful son, as much as you tried to give your son a normal and peaceful life. It seems like you had been proven wrong as war had come, and now life will never be the same for you and your children.
Sokka “ mama I’m going”
y/n “ huh wait where are you going off to, don’t you want to see you dad off one last time” you were keeping a fire going when Sokka had ran out of the house,today was sorrow day. As the man of the tribe will be leaving for while to help against the war against the fire nation.
katara “ Mama sokka ran off with a sack and war paint on his face, I think he going to join dad” you soon sighed as you looked at your daughter.
Y/n “ kanna can you keep an eye on katara for me”
Kanna “ sure but I saw Sokka running off to join my son and the others”
y/n “ yes it seems like he ready to be warrior at such a young age”kanna had nodded her head and you soon went to go get sokka. You had been able to caught up as he was walking with Hokoda.
hakoda “ it seems like you mama has come to speak with us”
Sokka “ hey mama”
y/n “ hello my little warrior”
Hakoda “ it seems like he wishes to join us”
Sokka “ I want to come with you dad so I can help fight and protect you”
Hakoda “ that is honorable my son but you can’t come with us not yet, you are to young for war and I need you to stay here”
Sokka “ I want to help you fight”
hakoda “ I need you to stay here and look after you mom, sister, and gran gran and helped them when I’m gone”
Y/n “ I know you are strong and brave my son and you will make a fine warrior one day, when the time comes”
Sokka “ …….”
Y/n “ we are going to need brave warriors like you to help around the village, while the older man are away and hey maybe you can teach them some new tricks when they get back”
Hokoda “ yes your mother is right”
Sokka “ I’m going to miss you”Sokka soon hugged his dad, and hokoda had hugged him back.
Hokoda “ I’m going to miss you as well so much that it will hurt, but I know you will be good here”
Sokka “ yes dad” you had given the two some space to talk a bit more, before hokoda and the man had left. You stood there watching as your son made his way back to you holding his bag. 
Y/n “ I’m proud of you my little warrior”
Sokka “ really mama”
Y/n “ yes one day you will become a great warrior and helping the world, it might take some time but I know it will happen”
Sokka “ yes mama”
Y/n “ now come on let’s get home hey maybe you can hunt some fish, for dinner tonight”
Sokka “ okay and I will make sure to protect our family”
Y/n “ I know you will” you and Sokka soon hugged each other, and soon walked back into the village together. Sokka will keep his oath to his father and protect the family and village until they came home, and he will keep the promise once he becomes older and his father left again. 
Many years later
sokka " well we have everything we will need aang"
aang " thank you both for coming with me"
katara " well it will be good to help you after all we have been through"
sokka " wait where is my club I need it"
y/n " here it this" your son and daughter soon looked back and saw your standing there, before you could say anything they soon rushed and hugged you.
sokka " mom we are ..."
y/n " I know I knew one day you both will leave home and go on your own journey, and I can't stop you all from leave"
katara " we promie we will come home and we will see dad as well"
y/n " I know you will here some food for you all even something for aang to ate as well"
aang " thank you y/n and I will make sure sokka and katara stay safe"
y/n " you stay safe as well all three of you" katara and went to go help aang back the remanding of their supplies onto Appa.
sokka " mom I know you I'm not going to war like dad and uncle bato"
y/n " no my son you are going on your own battle to bring peace to the world, you are no longer my little warrior anymore you are you own warrior now"
sokka " thank you mom"
y/n " now go out to the world and bring peace and hope while being brave and smart, look out for you sister and aang but let them grow as well and yourself as well my boy"
sokka " yes mom I promise I will bring everyone home and we will come home"
y/n " I know you will and you make your father and uncle proud" sokka soon hugged you one last time, the kids had also hugged gran gran as well. They soon took off on papa as you and everyone waved goodbye to them. You are happy for you children as they will go save the world but you still worry about them, you knew the spirits will watch over them and soon bring them home and the war will be over.
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total-killer-brainrot · 2 months
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Remote Broadcast
You felt the cold wrap around your wrists and tug them to your sides. And finally you got a glimpse of who was messing with you. Tendrils of darkness holding your arms tight, just below the tablecloth. And grinning up at you between your legs, a large smile amidst inky shadow.
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Amidst one of Charlie's mind numbing lesson plans, you get a big surprise hiding under the dinner table.
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i love this stinky swamp man so much and i love the thought of his shadow basically manifesting any and all horny desires and occasionally acting on them despite his best efforts.
i am fully aware that hes canonically aroace, but fuck it im horny i wanna write horny shit
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All my fics are also on AO3
Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,303. Ship: Alastor x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Groping, Exhibitionism, Public Humiliation, Public Sex, Restraints, Tentacles, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Embarrassment, Multiple Orgasms
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The logic behind today’s lesson plan escaped you. Charlie seemed to think that proper table manners and dining etiquette would surely land each participating sinner a spot in Heaven. Like you, most of the Hotel’s residences were less than enthusiastic. But still, why bother trying to redeem your damned soul if you were going to refuse to get involved with all of Charlie’s ideas.
By now the Hotel boasted over twenty willing sinners. Most of which had no clue how to properly hold a butter knife, let alone know the difference between a fish fork and a salad fork. A handful of the volunteers from Cannibal Town were actually well educated in the practices of fine dining, despite their usual methods of messy eating. And they were more than happy to assist Charlie’s lesson. Including the Hotel’s resident facilities manager, the Radio Demon himself, who sat near the head of the table with Charlie and Vaggie. 
Halfway through the lesson and you were bored out of your mind. Picking at your food while Charlie attempted to instruct a particularly violent demon on how to use the fork without breaking the fine china. Most of the other residents were chatting quietly amongst themselves as they ate. It wasn’t often the whole Hotel got together to eat and talk casually. And most seemed to be enjoying themselves. You continued to pick at your food until you felt something brush your leg.
You frowned and leaned back in your chair to look down, unable to spot anything in the shadow. You assumed one of the people seated next to you, or perhaps even Angel Dust seated across the table, must have nudged your leg accidentally. And then you felt it again. An icy cold slither up the back of your calf. You glared at Angel, sure he was pulling some kind of joke. But he wasn’t laughing, lost in his own conversation with Husk next to him. You glanced at the other sinners near you, but no one seemed to be paying you any mind. 
A shudder ran through you as the thing at your feet touched you again, reaching the hem of your skirt and pushing it up slowly. You leaned back further, but still couldn’t see anything. Just inky darkness below the table cloth. Too dark to simply be the shadow of the table. Quickly sitting up straight and going very still when you felt cold fingers run over your clothed cunt. What the fuck was going on? 
This time the thing below you didn’t pull away. Exploring your pussy and inner thighs. You did your best to not show your reaction on your face. Whatever cruel joke someone was playing on you, they wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you enjoy it in front of everyone. Though you did draw a few confused glances when a quiet gasp escaped you. Your mystery friend pressing down on your clit repeatedly. Your hands shot down between your legs. Pressing down on the chair below you and blocking the things access to your core. 
You felt the cold wrap around your wrists and tug them to your sides. And finally you got a glimpse of who was messing with you. Tendrils of darkness holding your arms tight, just below the tablecloth. And grinning up at you between your legs, a large smile amidst inky shadow. You’d seen this creature before. Always attached to its master. Your head shot up, looking towards the Radio Demon. He was sitting nearly at the opposite side of the table to you, but even from this distance you could see he was tense. His ever present grin strained as he stared straight ahead, brows furrowed. Not engaging in conversation, just dead focused on, well you knew what. 
Another shuddering gasp left you. The shadow having pulled your panties to the side and gaining full access to you. You refused to look down again, trying to remain calm, but you could feel a long, cold tongue on your clit as two fingers slipped inside you. You whimpered, as quietly as you could possibly manage. The stretch didn’t hurt, the combination of your own slick, and whatever substance the shadow was made of making its fingers slide in and out of you easily. It was slow, taking its time to explore every inch of you, inside and out.
Your gaze turned back to Alastor, and you were surprised to see his cheeks flushed bright red. You could see his claws digging into the edge of the table as he gripped it. And all of a sudden you weren’t so sure he was doing this on purpose. Did the shadow have a mind of its own?
Before you could stop it, a horribly loud whine escaped your mouth. Drawing everyone’s attention. You blushed dark, the fingers inside you stilling as everyone stared at you. Everyone except Alastor, who remained staring straight again. Embarrassment clawed up your throat and you stammered to explain yourself. 
“Oh yeah! That's what I’m talking about!” Angel Dust moaned across from you, leaning back in his chair as he mimicked your whine, though much louder and far more exaggerated. The table laughed along with him, before returning to their conversations. You frowned at Angel in confusion, but he simply just winked at you and returned to Husk.
You took in a deep breath, right as the shadow curled its fingers inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed through your nose, focusing on remaining still and quiet as it drew you closer and closer to your orgasm. The coldness of its being a stark contrast to your burning skin. 
Glancing once again at Alastor you could see how he was gritting his teeth. For a brief moment the shadow disappeared, not pulling away, simply fading out of existence. Before returning back full force. Seemingly intent on making you finish before Alastor dragged it away from its work. 
You clenched your fists and bit down on your bottom lip hard as you rolled your hips against the shadows fingers. Eyes fluttering shut as you felt your pleasure nearing its peak. Distantly you hear Angel talking louder, making lewd jokes and making sure the attention was off you as you tipped over the edge. Thighs trembling as your orgasm flowed over you. Each and every nerve on fire. The wonderful sensations quickly turned into overstimulation as the shadow continued its motions. You squirmed in your seat, struggling to get out of the tendril’s grip so you could push it away. It was hopeless. 
You had long since forgotten about keeping quiet. Far too distracted by the fingers and tongue driving you crazy. Right as you were being dragged towards your second orgasm, it all stopped. You whined needily and glanced down, the shadow was gone. Looking up in a daze you noticed so was everyone else. Except for Alastor. 
The tall demon stood from his chair, adjusting his coat and running a hand through his hair. He looked embarrassed almost. Avoiding your eye as he turned towards the door. You sat up slowly, watching him as he walked away from you. Still trembling and a little bit out of breath.
“Alastor. Don’t you dare fucking leave. I was just about to cum.”
He froze. And you grinned as the room around you darkened. The length of the shadow crawling up the wall, grin spreading across its dark face. You felt another tentacle of darkness wrap around your waist and lift you out of the chair. 
The door in front of Alastor opened and Angel Dust stuck his head in.
“Hey I got everyone to leave and- oh! Well I’ll leave you to it.” He laughed, watching you be maneuvered by Alastor’s shadows before leaving the two of you alone once again.
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mystar-girl57 · 1 year
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Heyo lovelies, take however long you want with this one, ik you're busy with everything but something just popped in my head and it's quite cute, how about Jake wants to impress the reader and wants to make up for the time he spent hating on her, so calls neteyam or lo'ak and asks them what our favourite dish is, all three of them are horrible at it but they still do it to make our day special, when the reader comes home after a long day with Ronal , she is suprised so see them all huddled up and is suspicious but then they bring out the creation, them just staring into her soul while she ate it, it wasn't the best but eats it anyways because they made it for her 🥹🥹😭😭❤️❤️❤️ okay this has me melting 🫠 hope you're doing well 💖
A/n: I love all these requests😭
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Jake had a problem. Anyone could see it if they happened to walk into the Sully family’s Marui and saw him sitting hunched over trying to messily scale a fish. Did you even like this fish? Jake wondered as he threw the poorly done fish (which looked like it had been mauled rather than cleaned) into the wicker basket beside him.
Today was the one year anniversary of the two of you being properly mated before Ewya. One year since you had left your home in the forest, one year since fighting Quaritch, one year since losing your son. Jake was well aware that one year did not make up for the several years of damage he had inflicted on you but he was certainly trying his best.
Jake’s ears flicked up hearing footsteps come padding into the marui and he instantly turned around. To his relief it was Lo’ak instead of you and he looked just as surprised seeing his Dad turn to quick. Lo’ak’s eyes read the room, drifting across the scales scattered around Jake’s knees and landed on the basket of barely edible fish. “Y’know Mom said cleaning the fish was strictly her job right?” Lo’ak rhetorically asked. Of course his Dad knew, after what happened the night you and Ronal went out for the evening and Jake had tried to prepare fish, he had been banned from the kitchen for life.
Jake huffed shaking his head and turned back around to the basket. “I am well aware of that.” He stood up, holding the basket and went over near the makeshift counter he had put together for you to work, versus doing it outside (especially when it was raining). “I just-” Jake cut himself off pinching his bridge of his nose, his hand on his hip. “It’s been a year son.” He looked to Lo’ak, “And I want this to be special for your mom. After everything, its the least I can try to do.”
Lo’ak didn’t respond right away trying to decide what to do. But in the end he nodded some and made his way to the counter. “I think I know how to make this meal that Ronal makes for us sometimes. Tsireya explained it, Mom really likes it.” Jake looked down at Lo’ak in surprise, was he offering to help? They hadn’t done something father - son related since they left the forest.
“But. We’re gonna need to get new fish. Not even Lepay will want these.” Lo’ak deadpanned, dangling the barely meated fish in the air before its tail broke and it fell to the ground at their feet with a sickening ‘splat’
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Eclipse had fallen by the time you had made it back home. You and Ronal had such a long day; between her giving you swimming and breathing lessons to diving for ingredients to restock on medicine, then Tsireya, Kiri, and Tuk came asking if they could have a sleepover and it was Tuk’s first one so you were already worrying about that. To say you were tired was an understatement. All you wanted right now was to nibble on some dinner, convince Lo’ak to go out with Aonung and Rotxo and have the evening to just you and Jake.
When you walked in you noticed Jake and Lo’ak standing near the kitchen with their backs to you. They spoke in quick but hushed tones making you raised a brow in suspicion. “Ahem.” You cleared your throat and they instantly turned around, their eyes wide as if they had just been caught red handed.
“You’re back!” Jake tried to enthusiastically say while not looking nervous. He stepped forward to you and Lo’ak moved over to cover up whatever it was that they were hiding. He came over to you and you shared a quick but sweet kiss. “Now,” you smiled looking up at him with a knowing look. “what did you and Lo’ak get into.” Staring down at you Jake could see it in your eyes, the way you smirked that he was hiding something.
He took a deep breath moving his hands up and down your biceps (a nervous habit he had developed.) “Well, today has been one year.” He began, “And when I was with the Sky People we have a tradition called anniversaries.” He tried to explain, using the English term since he didn’t know the na’vi. “It’s on different days for different peoples and couples and its to celebrate something special.” You nodded following along then looking back at him, moving your hands to his so he could squeeze them. “And what are we celebrating tonight?”
Jake bit his inner lip, amazed at how difficult it was for him to form the words to say to you. He felt like he was back in highschool trying to charm that cute redhead cheerleader that was in his trig class. Jake never was successful in asking her out.
“We are celebrating us.” He replied once he found the words, “Sorta like a wedding anniversary. Tonight it’s been a year since we made things official, survived everything with the sky people so I figured you deserved something special.” On cue Lo’ak turned back to the counter and picked up a tray with a pile of food adorning it. Carefully he came over to the dining area and set it down, surprisingly not dropping anything.
When you got closer and sat down beside Jake you realized they had replicated Ronal’s spicy soup and greenery noodles. At first glance it looked delicious, but the real test was to see how it tasted.
Jake and Lo’ak watched you expectantly as you took the first bite. It was different to say the least. The spices were a bit strong in the broth and the noodles were a bit bland but all and all it was edible. “It tastes wonderful.” You smiled. The father and son’s bodies visibly relaxed as they let out a chorus of “yes”s and did what Lo’ak called “bro’s celebration.” You couldn’t help but kindly roll your eyes at their antics. It was good to see them bonding. Lo’ak then came over and gave you a quick hug. “Have a good night mama.” He whispered before getting some of his stuff and jogging out the door.
You looked over at Jake who was now sat down. “Had something to Aonung.” He shrugged then took a bite of his soup. His ears went back at the taste. “Oh god.” He winced making you burst out laughing. “Why didn’t you say it was too strong.” Jake laughed painfully, downing his cup of water. “Because I did not want to hurt you and Lo’ak.” You replied honestly, taking another bite trying to not make a face. “Agh, no babe don’t eat that it’s awful.” Jake chuckled gently setting the bowl down in front of you.
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After you had made an edible dinner for the two of you, you both ate then cleaned up feeling too exhausted to do anything else. Climbing in bed, Jake opened up the covers up for you to climb in rather than him just getting in bed and rolling over like he use to.
“That was really sweet of you to do Ma’Jake.” You whispered into his shoulder hugging him. “It’s the least I could do, after everything.” There was a hint of guilt in Jake’s tone and you squeezed him a bit.
You fell into a comfortable silenence, the waves crashing outside on the beach starting to lull you sleep.
“At least I didn’t try to serve that fish I tried to make.”
“You what.”
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iceprincessviviane · 7 months
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Chapter 4 - It's a cleaning day.
Heritage series.
Pairing: Poly!BTS (Demons) x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader
Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, poly relationship, slowburn, yandere.
Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)
Previous chapter. Next chapter.
Summary: such a big mansion needs cleaning and this is the time, Y/N will take that challenge. Also having a company during that seems like nice idea.
Author's note: That chapter can be little boring, but I love diving into details in such stories 😌 English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.
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MINORS DNI
Next day started slowly, Y/N woke up around 9 a.m with cat still resting near her legs unbothered and curled. She carefuly got up, trying not waking it up and went straight into bathroom to take a shower. Today'll be a day when she is going to take care of mansion. The supplies were filled and she had a car on herself, so nothing was staying in a way. When she went out wearing nothing but sweatshirt, pants and lavender scent, cat lifted it's head then stretched gracefully. They both reached big kitchen when he got a bowl filled with fish and another one with water and Y/N made herself fruit salad. She also checked the list, today was a clearing day, mostly vaccuming and removing dust from the shelves in her room, than clean the bathroom. Cat jumped at her lap and demanded headscratched, which she gladly provided after ending the eating.
"I'm going to call you Ash." Y/N decided and animal just tilted it's head to right. "Your fur remind me of it's color."
The pet's head tilted a little to right, like he was thinking about that, but then nuzzled head into her hand. She smiled and got that as acceptance. After the breakfast cat was allowed outside, when Y/N took vaccum, some rubbers and broom upstairs to her room. The cleaning went smoothly, the most took main area of the masterbedroom, along with it's shelves. The bathroom was suprisingly clean, so she headed to the next room. Till the noon the cleaning lasted, she was suspecting that anyway the unused rooms will again gather dust, but at least any stains or another dirty things'll be gone. Probably the specialist from goverment is used to work with little dust. The biggest challenge will be the main room in 0 level and library. Y/N made herself a break and prepare lunch for herself and Ash, but despite opening doors, the cat was missing. She was slighty worried, something could happen to him or he just left. The cats have their own paths.
Lunch wasn't big but it was a chance for her to take a breath before cleaning the last room on this side. It was a first one - office, with a lot of shelves, that big and old desk with drawers. Y/N tried to clean it carefuly and it came out that some of the drawers are closed and around were no keys. Maybe they were in the ring given by the mayor? It was to check later. Actually she could work here to prevent dust coming here again. The desk was spacious, her laptop and work things would fit perfectly. The clearing ended in late afternoon with also vacuuming big hall on the parter and then Y/N ate a dinner, for supper left once again snadwiches.
When she wanted to go nap a little, the entry phone has ringed. There was also camera to check who's outside and maybe don't bother to go whole way to the gate. To her surprise, outside were two men, one holding something looking like cooking sheet and another one currently looking at camera. She pressed button to talk, said quickly 'coming' then changed shirt to clean one and got outside.
Through gate metal rods Y/N could see them more clearly two visitors, closer one had to her surprise thin, but long coat followed by jeans and lether shoes. His skin was very pale and dark grey, longer hair almost reaching the shoulders. Taller than her and bigger, was holding serious expression. The cookies guardian had brown lether jacket and also jeans but looked more sports, had black raven hair, but cut short in modern style. He was thinnier and looked more deftly. On his was has huge smile and simple glasses. Indeed in his hands were cooking sheet. Y/N came closer with unsure steps and hesitant smile.
"Good morning!" Second one said with happy tone, causing his company to focus on a gate.
"Hi, what's the matter?" She asked in polite voice and open the gate door.
"We've heard that you are new here, so my boyfriend conviced me to come here and say hi, also hand over some of our cookies." The first said in calm and slow tone.
"That's true, actually everyone is saying that I'm new here." Y/N admitted shyly.
"Yea, the words are spreading fast, we just wanted to be nice."
"I'm Hoseak and that grumpy cat over here is Yoongi."
"Thank you, I'm Y/N L/N." They've exchanged the handshake.
"How's everything? It had to be a big change." Yoongi asked looking at the mansion.
"It was a surprise, but I'm trying to catch up with everything here, it's so new and actually quite interesting."
"We are renting cozy cabinet in the woods so it's different." Hoseok admitted and smiled. "Here there are homemade cookies, I hope you'll like them." He said and showed chococlate sweets.
"Oh thank you, but I'm afraid it's too much."
On the sheet were at least twenty. Simple with pieces of chocolate. He handed them over to her and smile has never left his face.
"If you are going to need something we can help. Living alone in such mansion as a woman can be overwhelming. Also it's age doesn't help." Yoongi offered generously.
"Once again thank you, but I'm doing fine for now. Also another residents offered me help, it's so nice. I'm not alone, I just found a stray cat and things are going all right I guess." Y/N smiled nervously.
Couple exchanged soft looks and Yoongi nodded. They seem so different, she could never guess that they were together. They were like sun and moon. The thought strike her a little, she looked at necklace, which was always with her. Men's gaze followed but she failed to notice.
"It's good to have even animal company." Yoongi said and his lips twitched.
"Oh yes, actually your hair's color remind me of Ash fur."
"Oh don't even say thay, Hobi is calling me a cat just enough times." He rolled his eyes and his boyfriend giggled softly.
"It's because you're cat darling. You like to sleep whole day, eat and when eveything is quiet. You also don't really like water."
Y/N smiled at their little bittering. It was so wholesome and calming. "Are you here on holidays?"
"Yes kind of. I'm professional dancer and Yoongi is a music producer." Hoseok explained happily.
"I think, I can imagine how you both met for the first time." She giggled softly.
"Yea, we met at work. Anyway, we just wanted to say hi and see, if you need something. We are going to go. Also be careful, becauae the weather is going to be moody this week."
"Thanks, I hope we can meet maybe in town if you want." She summed up.
They bid their goodbyes and Yoongi left his number in any case. It was so surprising and she was truly touched by all those good people living here and wanting to help her. Usually in those small towns new persons are treating with distance, but she didn't have any of it during talking with mayor or even Namjoon. That was a huge relief actually. Y/N went inside the mansion and left open kitched doors, hanging on chain, if Ash would like to come back. Now when the mansion was slight cleanier, she wanted to look at books, which should be catalogued and maybe try to open the cellars. She went upstairs to also check her laptop and wi-fi tomorrow she wanted to start a work. Her phone ringed with "mayor" name caller, she picked it up immediately.
"Good evening miss L/N. Sorry to interrupt that late."
"Good evening sir. It's okay I wasn't doing anything important."
"I got to know, that government found a specialist, but unfortunately he's abroad. He'll probably be able to show up in the next week if not later." Mayor said with slighty sad tone.
"I'm glad that we are moving with a case. If we cannot speed that it's fine." She said with small smile.
"I will keep you informed miss. Have a good night."
"Goodnight sir."
Her words were a truth, it's good if everything is moving forward even with small steps. After checking the internet connection and setting up her files and noted she went to eat something. Y/N spotted Ash sitting in main hall. Pet just cleaned itself and jumped off the sofa, to greet her. She petted cat's head softly, then going to kitchen. He followed her, but didn't seem hungry, only sipped some water. In that forested area cat could hunt something. She ate the sandwiches then closed all the doors and checked them along with windows. Y/N had Yoongi'a words in mind about the moody weather. After that she headed upstairs to get ready to sleep, cat followed her graciously. The warm shower was all she needed after whole day of cleaning. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Ash was already on the bed stretching. It's when loud bang came to their ears, cat almost jumped at the spot, when Y/N frowned and looked at the closed doors. She put on bathrobe, too a flashlight and phone into a pocket. It needed to be checked. Woman took a deep breath and stepped out of her room turning on light, which also switched up down below. It was the dim one, she didn't want to turn on proper ones. The mansion was drowning in silence, the noise earlier was loke something metal falling on the floor. Ash once again followed her with silent steps and looking down below. Y/N slowly went down by the stairs looking around but everything seemed normal. She wasn't going to yell 'is someone there?' like in those cheap horrors, it was sure that all doors and windows were closed. She was only in kitchen before so they went there. Behind the shadows were shifting and dancing, but one cat's gaze was enough to calm them. In the kitchen was clear what happend. Some bowls fell off from the cabinet without doors and it caused the whole noise. Y/N frowned she didn't even touched those during making supper. She sighed and put them on their place.
"The false alarm." She smiled to Ash and went back with him to her room.
The lonely lamp inside was left turned on in any case. Cat curled around her feet once again after staring intensly into dark places in the room. The night was calm and silent.
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kcrossvine-art · 10 months
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Hey folks n blokes! A few days ago ya might've been one of the people who helpfully responded to my question asking which LotR recipe we should cook next, and you all had great ideas. Including a golum salmonella sushi platter. There were a few that twinkled directly into my eyes, but only one fish gets fried at a time! Thanks @vensre for the suggestion!
Today from Lord of the Rings, we will be making Bilbo Baggin's Seed Cakes
(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)
MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS
SO, “what goes in to a Seed Cake?” YOU MIGHT ASKIf you're an amer*can like me, you might have never heard of a seed cake outside of the context of bird feeders.
Salted butter
Fine sugar
Whole milk
Eggs
Almond flour
Vanilla extract
Brown sugar
Caraway/fennel seeds
Ground anise seed
Ground nutmeg
The real key ingredient here is the caraway seeds. The factor that ties all recipes together. Important note, anise seeds and anise stars are 2 separate things!
AND, “what does a Seed Cake taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKTastes like what an old bookstore smells like.
Smells like warm licorice
But without the chemical-y aftertaste
Take a shortbread and make it denser and with less airpockets. Thats your texture.
A little bit like gingerbread but nuttier, earthier
Very rich
Beautiful crumbly brown outside, soft teddybear-brown inside
Pairs well with a glass of milk hahaha
"A wonderful blend of sweet and savoury, seed cakes make a perfect after-supper morsel."-LotR Online. Mentioned both in the books and the MMO, being served after dinner ties into their real-life origins! Before caraway seeds in cakes became popular in the victorian era, they were often candied and served as dessert because caraway seeds help with after-meal indigestion.
. used an herb grinder for the anise seeds . used light brown sugar where brown sugar called for . used blanched almond flour . if i made this again, would probably use higher quantity of nutmeg or add cinammon
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From entering the kitchen, to having this in my stomach, it took roughly 2 hours? Ish? Definitely make sure to let your 2 sticks of butter and 3 eggs sit out a bit beforehand so they reach room temp, it helps them whip together the warmer they are.
The most difficult part of this recipe was finding the seeds. Everything except the caraway/fennel and anise seed i already had, and maybe its a recent thing but since when did grocery stores start charging such an obscene amount for a regular bottle of spices? Is it not enough to have everything else infected by price-gouging, now we'll be scraping pennies for our little flavor heavens? Bleh. 
The seed cake is a new experience for me also, and many pardons if some sacred seed cake rule has been broken today. It tasted fantastic! The licorice was a strong flavor I've never experienced in this form before, it suits itself well. If you're baking for children or have a sweeter palette, the bitterness may be a bit much, but just have them dunk it in milk honestly. It did feel like there was some 'empty space' on my palette while eating- if that makes any sense? It couldve been layered with another flavor but i still can't put my finger on what that missing flavor could be.
Definitely be careful to put the eggs into the butter/sugar a little bit at a time. I got impatient the first-go, and the eggs incorporated less, and it led to a greasier cake. People seem to say that storing these and eating them the next day makes them taste better, i cannot attest as i ate both within the same day of making them. 
This recipe has earned itself a glimmering 7/10, for making my kitchen smell nice but also making me use a standmixer if i want my arms to stay attached (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) 
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Ingredients:
220g salted butter
225g fine sugar
16g of milk
3 eggs
175g almond flour
2 drops vanilla extract
Pinch of brown sugar
1tbsp caraway seeds
1 1/2tbsp  ground anise seed
1/2tsp ground nutmeg
Method:
Pre-heat the oven to 320F. Soften the butter and let eggs come to room temperature. 
Cream the butter by itself for around 5 minutes with a standmixer on med., until light in color. Add sugar and continue until the mixture is pale and fluffy.
In a seperate bowl beat the eggs until 'frothy'. 
Stir a small amount at a time of the eggs iinto the butter and sugar mixture, making sure each portion incorporates as you go.
Add the caraway, ground anise seed, ground nutmeg, and vanilla extract.
Gently fold in the almond flour. Careful not to overmix.
Add a tablespoon of milk, or until the batter keeps its form but drips off an upside down spoon.
Pour into a greased 9-inch round cake pan, if not available muffin/cupcake pans should also work.
Sprinkle a bit of brown sugar on top.
Bake for 40-50 minutes. Cool for 10 before serving.
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fuwahua · 3 months
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New Traditions
WC: 2.3k
Happy birthday Zhongli! May you enjoy the year of the dragon with your hubby 💕
Established relationship, fluff, (one sided) tickle fights, lots of flirting
“You know, it’s your birthday. We didn’t have to come all the way out here.”
“It is precisely because it is my birthday that I’d like to spend it with the family of the one I love.”
Zhongli chuckles as Ajax’s mouth flaps open and shut, a fish out of water. He’s not the only one to take amusement in the action— Ajax’s siblings giggle at him as well, and his mother partakes in a shared glance of fond amusement. Despite being a guest at this household, they’ve already taken to him with familial warmth.
Then again, perhaps that’s how most families are when their child brings home a lover.
Zhongli takes his time through his birthday dinner, though it is not a particularly luxurious meal. In comparison to the exorbitantly priced dinners at Liuli Pavilion he’d taken Hu Tao to in the past, the rather plainly plated, mildly seasoned platters Ajax’s family had set out before him are simple. Yet there is warmth beneath the spices: time, set out in the early dawn for a father and third eldest son to catch fish together, an evening of marinating lamb with rambunctious children, a night time’s worth of lullabies and whispered promises as the sweet scent of cinnamon and jam wafted from the oven. It is simpler food, yes, prepared by amateur hands that have never studied in crowded kitchens and before renowned chefs.
But it tastes of home, inviting and kind; for that Zhongli swears it is one of the loveliest meals he’s ever had in his life.
“I’m surprised you ate everything,” Ajax tells him well after the plates have been collected and their hands have grown wrinkled from washing. Most of his family has retreated, his mother to retire their youngest and the elder siblings departing to give the couple privacy. Even his father, who Ajax had described their relationship as tenacious at best, had given Zhongli a warm hug in celebration of his birthday. “I thought you hated seafood.”
Zhongli grimaces. Ajax laughs, a delightful ring of joy, and his grimace melts into a smile. “I… harbor a dislike for it, yes. But it is not as though I cannot consume it—and your mother spent so long preparing it, wouldn’t it be rude to leave it uneaten?”
“You say that, but you leave my seafood meals uneaten all the time.”
“I was only saving them for someone who would enjoy them more. Who would I be to deny my lover his favorite meal?”
“You’d be a great con artist, you know that? Slippery bastard.”
Ajax dramatically huffs and Zhongli smiles as he opens his hands in clear invitation. The false anger only lasts a moment before Ajax relents, rolling his eyes, and slides into Zhongli’s hug. “You can’t just offer people hugs every time they point out your flaws.”
“Why not? It’s seemed to have worked awfully well for me so far.”
“Oh? Are you hugging anyone other than your fiancé?”
Zhongli’s cheeks warm despite himself, and this time Ajax is the one to squeeze him with a grin. “You shouldn’t be too mean to your fi-an-cé, you know? Or who knows, I’d bring someone else home…”
“Ajax, I hate to inform you of this, but you have few friends. Fewer who would travel to Snezhnaya.”
“What—hey! I could totally invite the traveler!”
“Ah, so my competition is only one after all.”
The punch against his arm is little more than a playful gesture; Zhongli chuckles as Ajax attempts to wriggle out from his hug. “I jest, I promise. Please don’t go: It would be too cruel to leave your fiancé on his birthday, wouldn’t it?”
“It’s not even your actual birthday!” Correct. Even so, Ajax relents in his escape efforts, sagging against him. The sudden increase in weight means little to an Archon, but it is the trust beneath the shift that has Zhongli faltering, heart loud. “Just you wait, I’ll figure out your real birthday eventually.”
“We’d already told your family today is my birthday. Adding another day would make little sense.”
“You think they care? The more birthdays to celebrate, the better.”
“In that case, why not celebrate everyday?”
“Okay, not that many. It’s like…” Ajax trails off, humming in thought. Zhongli soaks in his concentration with affection, leaning his head against Ajax’s shoulder as he waits. It’s not often he’s allowed to witness the more calculative side of his fiancé despite the many years they’ve now spent together, largely due to the fact that Ajax insists on keeping his work and personal life separate. At home, he can relax and leave most of the decisions to Zhongli: a decision made from both their preferences and comfort.
Still, he savors moments like this, where Ajax is deep in thought. Calm, peaceful, and in the arms of the person he’s come to love the most in the world. Free to do little more than stare at the face of his beloved and take in all the features he so little has time to appreciate.
“… it’s hard to think when you’re staring so hard at me.”
“Forgive me, but between the snow and my love, I’d much prefer looking at my love.”
“You’re just—“ Ajax’s complaint fizzles as soon as it begins, eyes full of fond exasperation. It’s an expression Zhongli would have never thought he’d be the culprit of as Liyue’s Archon, and yet, he’s come to treasure every glance Ajax sends his way. “Does Xiao know you’re actually a little shit? Because I think he should know that.”
“I’ve done nothing to be referred to in such a way.”
“And a liar. You know, in Snezhnaya we used to lock people up for that.”
Impossible. Such a law would be much more suited to Fontaine than Snezhnaya, where falsities and secrets are deeply intertwined with the intricacies of romance. Yet Zhongli hums rather than correct.
“I’ve not lied at all today. Do I lack so terribly in expressing my love for you ordinarily that you think my truthful confessions are lies? Would you rather I kiss you every morning as you set off to work, and take you every night loud enough that there will be no doubt of our—“
“OKAY! Okay, okay, shut up, I get it!” Ajax’s cheeks flame as he interrupts, a warmth that creeps from his neck to his ears. Zhongli laughs, bubbling mirth escaping him, while Ajax pinches his cheeks. “Why do I feel like you’ve been laughing at me all day?”
“I’ve little idea of this accusation.”
“You’re laughing at me right now.” Is he? Zhongli raises a hand to his face, failing to hide his still wide grin of amusement. Ajax’s eyes narrow. “Stop that.”
“I’ve hardly done anything.”
“Really? You want to play this game?”
“Game?” Zhongli huffs, transferring his hand from his face to Ajax’s cheek, patting it playfully. “Is that how you refer to spending time with me?”
“Oh, you’re just asking for it.”
“Asking for what?”
Admittedly, he was probably “pushing it” as Ajax would say, but Zhongli would like to contest that claim with the very cute evidence of Ajax’s slightly irritated gaze sent his way. He could hardly help it!
Though, Ajax wouldn’t accept such reasoning. If anything, the sudden mischief sparking in his eyes…
“Asking for this!”
“A-Ajax! W-waihahaaht!” Zhongli startles with a giggle at the sudden move of fingers against his waist, squirming at the ticklish sensation. Ajax grins down on him as his hands skate along his torso, teasing.
“Wait? You sure didn’t wait to tease me, why should I wait for you?”
“I wasn’t! Ehehe, I was telling thehehe! Ahaha, pause!”
“Excuses, excuses!”
If he weren’t so distracted, Zhongli would scold Ajax for interrupting another in the midst of their sentence. Unfortunately, he’s rather busy with trying to grapple at Ajax’s wandering fingers along his sides, sweeping up to poke at the divots between his ribs. Curses his perfectionism while crafting this human form—he could have simply left out the ribs, couldn’t he?
But he hadn’t evidently and now, he had to suffer the consequences.
Zhongli shakes his head as he laughs, successfully grabbing one of Ajax’s wrists only to lose it a moment later when the other hand jumps into his armpit. His giggles rise in volume and pitch, an unruly mess of jumbled syllables; his cheeks redden at his own laughter as he protests.
“A-Ajahahahaax! No, hehehe, it–it’s rude!”
It’s of little use. Ajax’s fingers continue to wander, prodding all of Zhongli’s weak spots, pressing ever closer even though there’s no space left between their bodies. When Ajax’s hair brushes his nape, he squeaks.
“Rude? You’re calling me rude?”
“Nohohoho! This-I-I—not there!”
Zhongli’s words dissolve into embarrassing noises as Ajax’s hands roam downwards to his hips. The actual act of tickling and of being tickled by his lover isn’t something he particularly dislikes: the familiar exploration of Ajax’s hands and the almost determined, grinning face that peers down upon him, if anything, warms his heart. But it is the principle of the matter—that he is a guest at Ajax’s home, generously welcomed as his lover, and rather than setting the family peacefully to sleep he is instead laughing his head off at the hands of the man he is meant to trust the most, at a surely obscene time of the night.
Succinctly put, it’s incredibly rude to be so loud in someone else’s home. Even more so when his laughter echoes in his own ears, wild and desperate at the way Ajax knowingly digs his thumbs in little circles at the center of his hips.
“Naa—AhahaHAHAHAJAHAHAX!”
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
It’s too much, not enough, the feeling of his lover’s hands mapping out familiar patterns along his body; Zhongli’s heart thrums in his chest, both hungry for more and aching for a rest. His fingers grapple with Ajax’s, pulling at the bullying hands prying desperate giggles from his throat, but they only dig in deeper with every attempt. “EnouGHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHhahahap!”
“Wellll, I don’t know, should I stop~”
“YeheHEHEHEHEHES! NOHOHO MOOHEHEHEHRE!” Laughter leaves him dizzy when the hands crawl downwards teasingly, pinching his hips and then his inner thighs as he squirms; mercy comes at last when his legs give out beneath him, sending them both to the ground. They don’t crash, luckily, Ajax’s arms crossing around his chest protectively and landing them comfortably on the carpet instead. The contact is still enough to have him giggling, shoulders twisting inwards to protect himself from further tickling.
“Waiahait… Ehehe, stahahap!”
“I’m not even tickling you anymore!” Ajax’s hands rise from his torso to his shoulders, tugging Zhongli back until he’s leaning against his chest, Ajax’s knees rising up to form a protective barrier around his own. Blue eyes enter his tired vision, a hand cradling his cheek as Ajax furrows his brows. “You okay?”
He chuckles again, this time quiet and of his own volition. Ajax’s gaze softens, sweet, and he silently thanks the fact that his thrumming heart could be associated with the tickling attack and not the fervent urge to pull the other down into a kiss. “Ahahaha… Rather odd words from the person who’d chosen to render me in such a state.”
“Hey, this was much needed vengeance after what you’ve put me through today!”
“Was it?” One would think that he’d have learned after Ajax’s “vengeance” about prodding a sleeping narwhal for fun, but Zhongli had been honest when he said his teasing only came from sincere adoration. He leans into Ajax’s palm, nuzzling it before pressing a kiss against the bare wrist and smiling as Ajax’s eyes follow the motion. “Is that all the vengeance you wished to enact on me?”
Ajax swallows. His mouth parts, tongue swiping his bottom lip and leaving it glossy. “Well, I—”
“Do you two have any idea what time it is?!”
Ah. Right. They’re still in Ajax’s parent’s house.
“M-mama! I wasn’t—we weren’t—um, well…!” Zhongli blinks upwards as Ajax all but whole-body flinches away, mouth sputtering as Ajax’s mother stares down at them. Her kind smile at the dinner table remains fixed, but her eyes are…
Even an archon has things they know to fear. Celestia, Descenders, mother-in-laws, to name a few.
“Save it,” she sighs, pinching her nose in exasperation before moving her gaze to Zhongli. “Take him to bed, will you?”
“Wha—hey, he’s the guest!”
“And who was causing all that ruckus?”
Both of them, technically, but it’s clear the madame of the house (understandably) has little patience left for any antics. Ajax bites his cheek as Zhongli chuckles; he rises to his feet, steady now after resting in Ajax’s arms, and pulls the pouting ginger up with him. “My sincere apologies for the ruckus. We’ll be in bed shortly, I promise.”
“I’d hope so,” she says, her gaze returning to Ajax. They stare at each other a moment, her eyes shiny, before she nods. “Good night, you two. And,” her eyes return to him. “Happy birthday, Zhongli. I hope we can celebrate it again next year.”
Next year. He returns her kind smile, squeezing Ajax’s hands. “I’ll be sure to return.”
He waits for her footsteps to recede before Zhongli turns to Ajax, triumph flashing in his gaze. “It appears that I’ve left a successful impressi—hm!”
Ajax’s lips leave him far too quickly only to return again, persistent, hands pulling him into another. They’re quick kisses, breathless and giddy, filling each other’s spaces only long enough to leave them longing for more. He chases after Ajax, maybe, or it’s Ajax who chases after him. They meet in the middle regardless and Zhongli smiles into the kisses that follow.
Perhaps Ajax had a point about the second birthday. He’s already looking forward to the next.
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Part 3! LFT We have some jelly zoro with us today. Not sure abut how I worte Nami and Ussop any feedback is welcome
Zoro watched as Sanji flitted about, graceful in his movements as he plated everyone's dinners. Luffy was already inhaling the leg of lamb beside him. A large plate of sliced bread with a bowl in the middle was placed in the center of the table and soon came the bowls brimming with seafood, muscles, clams, shrimp and fish in a reddish orange broth. A second bowl of plain white rice was placed in front of him. Zoro hides a smirk, looks like someone had time to read this past hour.
"Dessert is in the oven rising, it will be out shortly so please no yelling," Curly brows shot him a pointed look before his cheeks turned red and he had to hide his face. "What can I get everyone to drink?"
"Wine would be lovely," Nami said with a smile, that witch would use anyone until they had nothing left to give.
"Of course Nami-swan! I'll fetch it right away! The love sick fool gushed, Zoro swore he saw hearts in his eyes.
"Sake," He ordered gruffly scowling. "Or is that too much for you to handle," Zoro didn't like the fact that the man he had in lap just an hour ago, the man who made such erotic noises would pay so much attention to some else and a woman at that.
"Burte you're lucky I have soufflés in the oven," The blond turned his attention back to where it belonged, the marks Zoro had left on his pale skin still there.
Zoro couldn't resist the smirk that graced his face. He shouldn't be jealous of Nami. They weren't in a relationship, not even a sexual one…well not yet anyway. But that would be fixed tonight, Zoro needed more of the man in front of him.
"A nice dry white wine pairs best with the Bouillabaisse," Cook placed a glass of wine in front of Nami before serving Usopp and Luffy saving him for last. "Here's your sake marimo," Sanji held out a bottle of sake for him to take.
"Finally," Zoro deliberately brushed his fingers against Sanjis causing him to blush. He was easy to tease when he was like this, tonight was going to be fun.
After everyone ate their fill, the food had been as good as had tasted when he had kissed the cook earlier, Sanji went back to the oven. Zoro sat back and enjoyed the view, those fancy pants of his hugged every inch and curve of the cook's shapely ass and thick muscular thighs.
"Oi cook can you crush a watermelon with those thighs," Zoro had to know, he was certain he could.
"What!" He shot up the pan in his hands tilting dangerously. "Why would you ask that!" Zoro could see the back of the blonde's neck and the tips of his ears were bright red and waited to see how red and flushed his face was.
"Oooo!! That would be so cool!" Luffy of course was all for it, for very different reasons of course.
"Is that even possible?" Name asked.
"It would be a waste of food and I will not be wasting any food!" The cook spoke his voice raising in pitch, almost yelling as he turned around his face red as Zoro had hoped. I'm his arms was a tray with three brown fluffy desserts and one yellow one. He placed the brown ones in front of the others and the yellow in front of him.
"Aww why does Zoro get a yellow one?" Luffy whined.
"Because he doesn't like chocolate," His shoulders were relaxed, clearly thinking the watermelon conversation was over.
"Why can't you just put a bowl under the watermelon?" Zoro asked, digging into the fluffy food in front of him before taking a bite, it was more salty and savory rather than sweet.
"He's got a point, Sanji, unless you're afraid of failing? I mean not everyone can be as strong as the great captain Ussop!" Ussop attempted to flex with his tiny arms, he could use a good work out. Zoro would lend him some weights if he wanted.
"Please Sanji?" Nami only had to bat her eyes and the dam cook folded.
"Anything for you!"
"Yah hooo!" Luffy cheered in-between shoveling bites of food.
Zoro had gotten the outcome he wanted, but it still left a bad taste in his mouth. It annoyed him how much it bothered him that Nami had such sway over the cook.
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gracies-baby · 4 days
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Hiiii!!!
Can I request a fan fic with Gracie Abrams x female reader. The reader is a 20 year old actress. She is also a YouTuber. She is making a car video with her girlfriend Gracie. In the video they keep sharing their foods to the other. The video goes viral for the cute couple feeding each other and being all lovey dovey throughout the video. You can come up with the concept of the video itself. Just make it really fluffy and adorable.
Thank you so much for the request!
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Car Taste Test
(Gracie Abrams x Reader)
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"Hey guys! Today we have my wife, Gracie Abrams joining us!" Y/n speaks to her camera as she sits in the passenger seat of her girlfriend's car.
"Not wife yet. Soon though" Gracie replies, parking the car in the parking lot of the restaurant.
"Yeah? How soon?" Y/n asks, giggling as she leans closer to her girlfriend.
"Very soon" Gracie quickly pecks her lips before pulling away, thanking the fast food worker that brings them their food before the worker walks away.
"Alright. So. We're just doing a little vlog today and there's a new restaurant that we wanted to try. So that's where we are right now" Y/n says as she watches Gracie did through the bag of food that was handed to her.
"Do you wanna try the chicken, beef or fish first?" Gracie asks her girlfriend as she pulls out the food.
"You choose first and I'll try after you. Gracie's my taste tester if you guys didn't know. If I haven't tried something, Gracie tells me if it's good or not" Y/n tells the camera before she feels her girlfriend arm wrap around her shoulder, pulling her closer.
"That's because you're such a picky eater" Gracie replies, kissing her girlfriend's cheek.
"You know, when she first had dinner with my family, they didn't know she didn't like corn and Y/n didn't wanna be rude so she ate the entire plate. Then she spent the whole car ride home trying not to throw up" Gracie tells the story as Y/n groans.
"Your parents are so nice! I didn't wanna make a bad first impression. And they're such good cooks.. you know, apart from the corn" Y/n scrunches her face up at the thought of the vegetable as Gracie takes a fork full of the chicken.
"Okay, this is really fucking good. Come here babe" Gracie tells her girlfriend as she puts more chicken on the fork and puts it in Y/n's mouth, watching as Y/n moans at the taste.
"Alright, you gotta edit that part out. That sounds for my ears only" Gracie tells her girlfriend with a smile, half joking.
"Come here" Y/n replies, pulling her girlfriend closer to her before putting her mouth against her ear, letting out a soft, quiet moan of Gracie's name.
"Babe! The cameras on!" Gracie exclaims as she laughs with a blush on her face. Y/n laughs in reply as she picks up the ice cream that they ordered.
"Oh, so you'll try the ice cream but not the actual food?" Gracie asks with a grin.
"Yeah, you want some?" Y/n asks, eating a spoonful before putting another one in front of her girlfriend's lips, watching as she eats the ice cream off the spoon.
"Babe, you should cut your hair" Y/n tells her girlfriend suddenly as Gracie looks at her confused.
"Where did that come from? I thought you liked my hair"
"I do! But you would look so cute with short hair. Like shoulder length" Y/n replies, moving her hand to play with her girlfriend's hair.
"I thought I was already cute?" Gracie asks, putting on an adorable pout.
"You are! You're so fucking adorable!" Y/n replies, squishing her girlfriend's cheeks and pressing a soft kiss against her lips.
"You do realise we're giving the fans months worth of content, right?" Gracie asks pulling her girlfriend closer.
"Yeah, but it's fine. They deserve it" Y/n replies, placing another kiss on Gracie's lips.
"Oh wait! We need to get Weenie more treats!" Y/n remembers, telling her girlfriend to drive to the pet store.
"Also, I know I said that food was good but it was actually kinda shit. We need to go somewhere else" Y/n continues as she stares at the road.
"Yeah, I was gonna say that" Gracie agrees.
"You said it was good!"
"Yeah, if I said it was bad then you wouldn't have tried it. I'm helping you try more things" Gracie replies.
"Aww, you're so cute! I love you so fucking much!" Gracie parks the car outside the pet store before stepping out the car.
"Do you wanna wait in the car?"
"Yeah, you won't be long, right?" Y/n replies.
"I'll just be a few minutes" Gracie says before walking inside the pet store.
"Alright, I guess while Gracie's gone, I'll answer some of the comments from the last video" Y/n tells the camera as she picks up her phone and goes to her comment section.
"How did you and Gracie meet? We met when I was in college. I was in the same class as Audrey, if you guys don't know, Audrey is Gracie's best friend. Audrey invited me over because she thought Gracie and I would get along. And look at us now!" Y/n giggles before moving onto another question.
"Is Gracie actually good at baking? Guys, she is so fucking amazing, she could actually sell them at bakeries. The first time I had one of her cakes was when she made one for me on our first anniversary. And she made my favourite and I didn't think she would remember what it was because I only mentioned it once like a month into our relationship" Y/n gushes only to stop when the car door opens.
"Alright, where do you wanna eat?" Gracie asks, turning on the car.
"I dunno, where do you wanna go?"
"Please not this again. We do this every time!" Gracie replies with a laugh.
"Fine! I want ramen" Y/n says as she watches her girlfriend begin to drive to the noodle shop. When they arrive, Gracie goes in to order while Y/n waits in the car. Gracie sits back in her seat, taking Y/n's noodles out and handing it to her.
"You wanna try some?" Gracie asks, holding her fork with her own noodles on it up to her girlfriend's mouth, causing Y/n to put them in her mouth.
"Wait babe, come here, you got something on your mouth" Gracie tells her as Y/n comes closer to her, watching as Gracie goes to wipe her lip only to connect their lips instead, causing Y/n to giggle into the kiss.
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rkivepetals · 3 months
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The secret history
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chapter one.
Series masterlist
Main masterlist
Dumbness is the only way to make a fool out of a man and get away with it.
Jungkook X fem!reader ft.all bts members
Genre: dark/gothic academia, slow romance, forced marriage, mystery, thriller (??) found family and Greek mythology.
Wc: 2.1k
No warnings they all are just annoying. (A bit stance for the feminist side 🫡)
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Jungkook glared at me, his fork digging in the fish he ate. Sitting across me, a huge scowl on his face. The wedding was done, I was married to him now Chika chika bang bang. It was the first family dinner. It wasn't that awkward—trust me. Jeon jungkook's child-like actions made it awkward. I wore a black T-shirt, brown pants and my blazer hung around my dining chair.
And I also wore my glasses today, because well, "Jungkook, why are you not eating, buddy?" Mr. Jeon asked, he was an old guy but my guy. out of all—well only three. He understood me the most. God do I adore men who admire my presence. "I'm not hungry."
He blandly let out, now glaring at the dead fish on his plate. As I said so, Jungkook was a liar. He lied a lot, and so super casually. His mother out of a sudden giggled, "I mean of course! He's newly married, and has such a stunning bride, why would he be hungry?" I chew on my fish quietly.
I don't think women are dumb, they pretend to or just think that it can get them away from the hook of their actions or uninvited awkwardness. And it's true, I try to act dumb to get away with it. Logically speaking, most of you are right now offended. But to me it's the truth, I can't fight and do snoopy little illegal acts. Dumbness is the only way to make a fool out of a man and get away with it.
No one said anything except Mr. Jeon laughing quietly. He wore a pair of black pants and a checkered dark shirt under the darkest brown of a sweater. He was shaved, handsome just like jungkook, okay well maybe not as Jungkook but It cannot be less than him either. Mrs. Jeon was beautiful, I can see where Jungkook got his doe eyes from.
She had her hair tied up in a fancy bun and wore the most gorgeous white knitted sweater I've seen paired with a brown long skirt. Jungkook you might ask? I don't know, could only focus on his grumbling. After the rituals, he was out of sight and now I see him in front of me. Scowling.
"Y/n you can ask me any questions you want." Mr. Jeon says as I smile, "Sure. Can you tell me from whom your grandfather bought this mansion?" Everyone stopped eating, smiles wiped off as a sudden wide smirk grew on my husband's lips. Mr. Jeon stares at me, Almost glaring at how suspicious his gaze was at me.
Mrs. Jeon frowned at me. "Y/n is an art history student." Jungkook suddenly spoke. Jesus Christ, I hated the loudness of his voice. Mr Jeon sighed as I cleared my throat. "I just like to know the history of such things, loved the architecture." It's a half lie half truth. "You can check out the art room for that."
Mr Jeon said as I smiled and nodded, "Sure enough I will, this afternoon." I announce as Mrs. Jeon smiles at me. "But before that! Why don't you come and make dinner with me and Judy? Even Jungkook should join! He's such a great cook!" hmm, now I also see where he got the loudness in his voice.
I smile, "Well I'm not a good cook." I survive on tea, not food. "Oh it's okay, Jungkook will help you. I would pass out, he's that good!" Jeon Jungkook being a great cook wasn't on my bingo list. "Mother, we don't want you in a hospital bed yeah? Let's not—" "jungkook."
Mr Jeon said and looked at him, the poor boy almost quivering. Now I'm kind of concerned about Jungkook and his parents' relationship. He doesn't say anything and just continues to eat even though he lied he wasn't hungry. After the adventurous breakfast, I was in the kitchen with Jungkook, alone. He angrily chopped shallots.
I sneered, "You are crying." He stood tall, broad back and shoulders, as I saw him inhale in temper and look at me pointing his kitchen knife. "Shut up." I blinked and eye the point of the knife and shrugged. He gets back at chopping. I walked beside him, he wore a white full-sleeved shirt and pleated pants, a brown sleeveless sweater tucked in his waist.
"You look handsome." I won't lie. "I always do." I roll my eyes, "let me help, will ya?" I say and look at his face. He was in shackles. "If you want to help then shut up." I sighed, "Why are you always telling me to shut up?" He exhaled put down the knife and looked at me.
"Why are you always asking questions?" He glared at me, his face was close.
"It's a habit," I say, habitually tilting my head.
"Then it's a habit." He inched his face even closer, my nose almost touched his nose as we flared our noses and glared at each other.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I should have knocked sir jeon!" We both looked at the side to see Judy rushing out. Our face contorted, "Judy!" We both yelled and glared at each other again as I rushed out but I accidentally bumped into him as he purposely nudged my shoulder again. Judy came back, smiling like a fool.
"Can you tell me where are the ingredients for the tea?" I could hear Jungkook scoff as I went to the other side of the kitchen to make tea for myself. I tell Judy to help Jungkook in whatever he's making as I take a moment and sit on the stool. Folding my legs quietly and observing the backyard from the small window. Chilly air hit my face as I snuggled in my thin shirt.
My phone buzzes in my pants as I take it out and pick it up. "We're coming." I frowned, "right now?" He hummed and hung up. I moaned and rolled my eyes, "Why are men such trouble?" I mumbled and went to Jungkook who was concentrated on something boiling inside a pot. He looked at me, "Are you not going to help me?"
My face contorted again, "You say I can help by shutting up. So I did. And now you're saying if I want to help or not. What is your issue?" I folded my arms on my chest as he rolled his eyes. "Do you want to or not?" He's such a sassy little ladybug I want to crush in my underarms. "Get me a tea."
He says, going back to kneading some sort of dough. I fixed my glasses and bent closed, "what is this?" I asked as he shoved me away, "Hey! Keep your hair away!" He yelled as if I stole his girlfriend. "You could've said it gently!" I yell, dusting off the flour that was on my black clothes because of him. My pals were right, the Jeon family is scrupulously annoying.
"If I had then it would've been all ruined!" He yells for no particular reason. Right now, at this moment, I want to hit him so hard across the jaw that he loses all his teeth and face. But I can't possibly win, so I stay calm. Because that's what your mom did. So violently do I know the world, I purposely stomp my feet on his and walk away, making him tea.
After an hour or two, Jungkook sat at the stool I sat at. "It's done." I sipped my third tea, it's a different flavour don't worry. "What did you make?" I asked and he replied with some Italian names. "Italian is it?" "Ye." He sipped his and did the same as me, gazing out of the window. He doesn't say anything not that I was hoping he would.
Suddenly Judy was here. "Mrs. Jeon, some people came Saying they're your friends." I sighed as Jungkook suddenly looked at Judy. "Who are they?" She shrugged, "I don't know, sir." I was already walking out as Jungkook followed me till I was standing in front of my crew. "Wassup."
I say but their open mouth gaze lingers at Jungkook, and vice versa. I looked at them, and cleared my throat, "they're my friends. Yoongi, jimin, hobi, taehyung, Jin and namjoon." He judged, hard. Half of them had glasses just like and I'm so sure Jeon Jungkook tried to find my biological brother in these. "All men?"
I was surprised when he said that, squinted eyes, tilted head and folded arms. "All men." I sternly say back. The same way. "Alright, welcome." He says, still judging every one of them. I leaned forward, "Remember how you treat them, is the way I'll treat your snoopy little girlfriend." His face sulked and frowns and throws tantrums at me.
"She is not snoopy! You don't even know her!" He was offended as I smiled, "Whoever is your girlfriend, she would be snoopy." I say, snapping back at the weird gaze he gave to my people. "We will be in the art room," I announce as we all start to take the stairs. I hear him scoff, "Sounds like some Harry Potter crew.” I ignored.
"He is a dick."
"Ten outta ten."
"Fine."
"Hate him."
"The fuck was that?"
"He's handsome."
I gasped quietly at yoongi, "You said that he is handsome?" He shrugged. "Is he not?" I ignore, "anyway. I've got the key." I open the art room it makes creaking noises, the thin layer of dust under my palms as I shove it hard and it opens. I slightly scoff at how much dust and I suddenly feel something crawl my legs, I shriek and back off, shoving jimin off and jerking my legs in thin air. "It's a fucking lizard, y/n calm down!"
Jin yelled as I stopped and looked at the brown floor which had a lizard lurking, I placed my hand on my chest and breathed heavily, "Good God, I almost died!" I say and look up to yelp again seeing Jungkook suspiciously eyeing me as if trying to find something and then to my friends. "Why almost? Why didn't you die?"
He murmured as I hissed at him, the inferior lizard got crunched under his boots as he turned around to walk back. "How can you kill an animal?" "She was meant to be killed." "No, she wasn't! And lizards are not she!" "They are." "Stop being sexist, They're gender-neutral! And I will not die this soon!" I yelled, as he kept walking and went inside his room. "Y/n are you okay? I've never seen you this agitated." Jimin said In concern as I fan myself, "Yeah."
After calming down, I went inside the room and turned on the lights. "This is the art room, Mr.jeon said I will find some information about who owned this mansion before here," I say and open the cupboards to find something. "I've cleaned here, I have found nothing before," Taehyung says as I look at him.
"Really?" He nods, taehyung and jimin came here as cleaners at jungkook's twenty-seventh birthday party, to find something related to the treasure which is buried beneath this mansion. But they found nothing. "Pals, look!" I looked up to see namjoon holding a small golden treasure-like box. We gather around him.
"It requires a key to open." He says as I remember the key Mr Jeon wore on his neck as a pendant. "Mr. Jeon, He wears a key in his neck, that must be it." we glanced at each other. "But how would we get it?" Hobi said as Jin shrugged, "Y/n will, right?" I sigh, "I'll try. He probably wears it in his bath as well. Hah." Yoongi cleared his throat, "Jungkook."
I frowned, "what about him?" I say.
"He will get you that."
"Do you think I'm incapable of it?"
He shrugged, "most likely. It's easier with him."
I scoff, "Jesus, yoongi. Are you in love with him?"
He raised his brows, "since when did you start to talk like that?"
I bite my tongue, I despised how I voiced like Jungkook. "Anyway, I will get it..."
Yoongi nods, "Sure enough you will."
I looked at yoongi, "...without Jungkook."
He laughed, "Good luck, buddy." 
On the other side of the wall, which surely we wouldn't even think of. Jungkook stuck to it, like a lizard. Eavesdropping as he grits his teeth, feeling the urgent need to drink gallons of Indian tea. "You Harry Potter crew will pay for it."
I don't think we ever will.
Furthermore, Stan hermoine granger.
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thenon-fictiondays · 7 months
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Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 4-4
Chapter 4: Fall.
Part 4
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At long last, tomorrow is the day of the cultural festival.
He’d thought they’d definitely stay late after school to prepare on the eve of the festival, but by rule of the student council, everyone had gone home at the same time today.
It can be said that this policy, which makes no allowances for the classes that were unable to finish their preparations in the time allotted, is typical of a school that values autonomy.
Even the culture clubs’ practices are restricted, and extracurricular activities are also entirely forbidden.
Thanks to that, Kagiura has been on pins and needles. Even though he’d tried to study in his room to suppress his flighty nerves, he can’t make himself focus on English vocabulary at all. Numerical formulas are somehow even more impossible.
Such being the case, he has since been reading a basketball magazine he subscribes to.
“Hey, you like cookies?”
At the sound of Hirano’s voice, Kagiura’s head snaps up.
“Yeah, I like ‘em!”
“Cool. I’ve got some left over that we made in home ec today; you want one?”
As he passes over a cookie, he adds, “I forgot all about them.”
Kagiura would’ve thought it’d just be the round type, but it’s the type of cookie with two colors so you can break it into pieces cleanly. It’s amazing. It looks especially good. 
“Sure, I’ll take it!”
Male students’ homemade sweets are even more of a rarity than their homemade cooking.
Kagiura had made drop candy in his elementary school cooking class, which was his one and only experience in the subject.
“It’s all yours. There was one that Sasaki made, that he made look like a cat’s face, kind of like a tuxedo cat? It was super fancy. Should’ve taken a picture.”
“Did you make this one?”
“Yeah. We used the same dough, though.”
“I think yours is beautiful.”
“Huh? …Oh, haha, thanks. I kinda feel like you’re saying that to make me feel better, but I wasn’t trying to fish for compliments.”
“...Can I eat it now?”
It’ll be dinnertime soon.
“Ah…well, it’ll be our little secret. I’ll eat some, too.”
To Kagiura’s surprise, he puts a finger to his lips in the universal shh gesture.
Gguhh, Kagiura chokes on the cookie he’s already put in his mouth.
“What’s wrong?!”
From hanging out together for half a year, he should know that Hirano’s a soft person by nature, but he still can’t get over it.
“Th- the cookie got into my organs…”
“The fuck?!”
He likes him…maybe.
It shouldn’t leave the realm of maybe yet.
“Th- they were so tasty I kinda ate them too fast…”
Hirano bursts out laughing at his attempt to save face.
This guy laughs so much!
“Hahaha…Gotcha, I’m glad then, ahahaha.”
“Jeez, it’s not that funny!”
He covers his face with the open magazine, protesting that he’s already embarrassed enough, but Hirano’s still laughing as he apologizes.
“Damn. You know, if I ever get married, I hope I find someone who wears their heart on their sleeve like you do.”
At that moment, it’s as if time has stopped.
“.......?!”
Kagiura freezes, the basketball magazine falling from his hands.
“Oh, it’s dinnertime. Let’s go.”
Does he not realize what he just said?
No respect for the fact that he’s just taken Kagiura out in one hit.
Still in shock, Kagiura heads out for dinner slightly behind.
*****
On the long-awaited festival day, the skies are so clear it’s almost too hot.
Inside, the school is teeming with people.
As one would expect of the one day when even current students are allowed to wear casual clothes, there’s color everywhere you look.
Kagiura is wearing the original T-shirt his class had ordered.
The orange uniform, printed with the word “yakitori” and a drawing of meat skewers, stands out quite a bit for its simplicity.
Even as he’d listened to his classmates complain that they didn’t know what kind of casual clothes to wear at school, Kagiura had just figured “it’s hot, so a t-shirt is the only way to go”. But on the day of, he sort of understands how they feel.
The school where they spend all their time in uniforms is suddenly awash with all sorts of outfits. Just this fact is enough to make the vibe a little jittery, like they’re cutting loose.
Even Kagiura, who’s used to wearing casual clothes in the dorms, feels that way, so the students who commute from home probably feel even more out of place.
This time last year, Kagiura, whose choices of cram schools hadn’t been few, had not yet decided his future plans. As a result, he didn’t come to last year’s cultural festival, although it had been a perfect day to visit the school.
Everything he’s seeing is new to him, and although he’s been watching it all come together, each new wonder just deepens his excitement.
And of course, all of the food looks delicious.
Before noon, when he goes to visit Hirano’s class, cultural festival pamphlet in hand, Hirano soon appears, dressed in his favorite white T-shirt.
He lets Kagiura decide their itinerary, since “it’s my second year at this”.
They walk past someone holding up a sign that reads “Cheesy yakisoba in the courtyard!!”
He may be a rival in the Courtyard Stall battle, but Kagiura plans to go buy from them later.
The line for the yakitori stand is quite long; it’s grown from the time Kagiura was managing the stall in the morning.
After they get through the line and are handed a cup of yakitori, Kagiura takes them here and there, tugging at Hirano’s arm.
*****
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violent delights
twilight rewrite! edward cullen x fem!witch!reader
chapter six: an old scary story
previous chapter ౨ৎ masterlist ౨ৎ chapter seven
summary: with edward still in her thoughts, will her trip to la push answer all of her unsolved questions?
warnings: blood, gore
words: 1.4k (unedited)
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I tossed and turned in my bed, attempting a nap after today’s events, all that should’ve drained me completely. From nearly passing out in Biology, those images, the blood. I shivered at the thought. Then, Edward. No. I should be thinking about what I’d seen, how the world around me had gone completely silent as the nightmare of images had flared through my mind. But, no. All I could think about was Edward’s last words to me: Maybe another time. Just the two of us. It was all too much to take in at once.
Once I settled myself down on my desk chair with my computer lighting up my dark room, racking my brain for something to search. An answer to what I’d seen. The dreams I could ignore and blame my acute sense of imagination. But to be completely pulled out of my reality, to be shown gruesome images in the middle of Biology was something different entirely. I couldn’t even blame my trauma on that episode.
All that I could think to search was: ‘images flashing in my mind,’ which had brought me to the term hypnagogic: relating to the state immediately before falling asleep. I wasn’t asleep. Faint, yes. But no, it didn’t feel right.
The more I searched upon the hypnagogic state, it related more to hallucinations; things that couldn’t possibly be as clear as what I’d seen at all.
I’d given up by the time I decided to search up on visions, seeing images throughout the day, being pulled out of my conscious thought, but all signs had pointed towards severe mental issues and that I should get help immediately.
Maybe it was the shock. Maybe the blood had caused some sort of unusual hallucination from that night, maybe things that had completely blocked out my mind had risen up. But the boat? The dock? There were people… with red beading eyes. All of that was new.
I sighed, defeated, plopping down on my bed.
After a couple of minutes, I read the clock on my nightstand: 7:00 PM. I got up, deciding to go downstairs to start dinner.
I decided to reheat Harry Clearwater’s fish fry, frying it back in the oven and boiling a pot of rice along with a frozen pack of broccoli in the microwave. When I was nearly done, I heard my dad coming through the front door.
“Hey, Y/N/N,” he said, setting the mail on the table.
“Hey,” I started.
He started taking out plates and silverware out of the cabinets.
“Hey, Dad?” I asked. “Do you know a place called Goat Rock or something like that?”
“Yeah, why?”
I shrugged. “Some kids were talking about camping there.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “It’s not a very good place for camping. Too many bears. Most people go there during the hunting season.”
“Oh,” I mumbled. “Nevermind, probably got the name wrong.”
He only nodded, serving himself a plate of everything. I did the same. Then we both ate in our usual comfortable silence.
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The beach trip had gone as usual, except it was Mike driving Tyler’s van because of my dad’s success in suspending his license. The rest of the group attempted to surf in the icy waters while Angela and I sat in the back of Tyler’s now dented van with the comfort of our sweaters and blankets. After an hour, we decided to set down blankets close to the water so Angela could take photographs.
Once they came back to shore, we all settled down in the sand.
I closed my eyes, letting the sound of the waves soothe my ears, tuning out the conversations about the dance (one that I probably shouldn’t go to since I’m without a date).
Before I drifted off, I heard a new group’s voice coming closer, opening my eyes, I saw a familiar face amidst the crowd. “Jake?” I called.
“Y/N!” He smiled, attempting to jog towards us.
“Guys, this is Jacob. You all remember Jacob right?” I greeted. Jacob had been there for all of my birthdays and had sometimes joined us on our beach trips, but he mostly kept to himself, only bothering to conversate with Angela, who was the least intense of the group so I didn’t blame him.
They all nodded, exchanging ‘hi’s’ and smiles.
Jacob plopped down next to me, asking about my car, which turned into an entire conversation about his growing obsession with cars ever since his dad let him work on mine over the summer.
Lauren walked by, an obvious hint of jealousy in her eyes. “Y/N,” she called out. “I was just saying to Tyler that it was too bad none of the Cullens could come out today. Didn’t anyone think to invite them?” Her tone was almost mocking.
I didn’t say anything. A boy had spoken up, he looked quite older than the rest. “That doctor’s family?” Lauren nodded. “The Cullen’s don’t come here.” A look of disgust plastered on his face.
I stayed silent. From the looks of the school, I knew the Cullen’s had a hard time fitting in, but they didn’t seem to care about social cues or how others perceived them. Even my father heard the gossip of the town surrounding the Cullens, but even he knew that they were good people, and that was a judgment that I was willing to trust more than gossip. Plus, I knew Edward. At least I think I do.
Once Jacob and I separated ourselves from the group, I sprang up a question: “Was that Sam? Thought he said he was too old to hang out with us.”
“Yeah.” He chuckled.
 “What did he mean by ‘the Cullens don’t come here’?”
“Oops. Caught that, huh?” He laughed it off. “I’m not really supposed to say anything.”
“I won’t tell anyone. I’m just a little curious.”
“It's really just an old scary story.” He laughed. “Do you know any of our old stories, about where we came from – the Quileutes, I mean?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Well, there’s one legend that claims that we descended from wolves – and that the wolves are our brothers still. It’s against tribal law to kill them.” Wolves? He continued on, “Then there are the stories about the cold ones…”
“The cold ones?” I asked, feeling a shiver down my spine.
“Yeah. The legend with the Cullens is that they supposedly descended from this, like… ‘enemy clan’... According to the legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land.”
I nodded, letting him know to continue on.
“The cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf–well, not the wolf, really, but the wolves that turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call them werewolves."
My eyebrows furrowed.​​ “Enemies how?”
“The wolves served to protect, while the cold ones… feasted.” I was getting impatient from his sugar-coating.
"So you see," Jacob continued, “the cold ones are traditionally our enemies, but this pack was different. They didn't hunt the way others of their kind did – they weren't supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So my great-grandfather made a truce with them. If they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldn’t expose them to the pale-faces.”
“What do you mean by ‘hunt’?”
“They claimed that they didn’t hunt humans. They supposedly preyed on animals instead.” Oh. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this story.
“So, how does this fit in with the Cullens?” I breathed out, knowing the answer. “Are they like the cold ones that your great-grandfather met?”
"No." He paused dramatically. “They’re the same ones." I tried hard to keep my expressions flat, but failed as I saw the look on Jacob’s face. He smiled, looking almost pleased with himself.
“So… what are they? The cold ones?”
“Blood drinkers,” he replied, his tone darkening. “Your people call them vampires.”
Vampires. I didn’t realize how big of a breath I’d taken, releasing it slowly before speaking up. “Wow.” I laughed. “You’re a really good storyteller.”
A bit of a silence rose between the two of us. Vampires? Werewolves? I was dying to know if there was more. An answer to all of my questions.
“What about witches?” I forced out.
“What about them?” He seemed surprised by my question.
“I mean like… witches? Maybe even sirens? Seers? You think they exist?”
“They’re just stories, Y/N.” He laughed it off.
“Yeah. Right.” 
“Pretty crazy, though, isn’t it? No wonder my dad doesn’t let us tell anyone about it.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep your secret.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “Please don’t say anything to your dad. He was pretty pissed when he heard some of us weren’t going to the hospital since Dr. Cullen started working there.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
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a/n: this chapter is superrr short and booooo no edward </3 but i really loved the book's telling of the legend of the quileutes and the cullens !!
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