#maybe less 'friend' more 'potential snack'...

[11vr1]

Been Away ⭒ Miles Morales

Synopsis › You were tired of his secrets and lies, so you did the one thing you promised you’d never do and walked away. But Miles Morales wasn’t going to let you go so easily.

Pairing › Earth-42! Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Inspo › “Been Away” - Brent Faiyaz

Includes › ATSV SPOILERS, Angst, the tiniest bit of fluff, pet names, spanish, a microscopic amount of manipulation, toxicity, going back to your ex, stalking, harassment, mentions being mugged, mentions being stabbed, mentions the police

P.S. › I do my best work when I’m sleep deprived.

P.S.S. › Reading comments and reblogs really make my day, even if you’re telling me my commas suck. Requests are also open.

Y/n pulled down the sleeves of her crocheted sweater as she stepped out of the bodega, white plastic bag of chips and candy in hand. The sun was close to setting behind skyscrapers and plunging New York City into its usual state of terror. It was dangerous to be alone on the streets, but Y/n figured she’d be fine walking a few blocks to her friend’s place. She pushed through sidewalk traffic, passing others who were just as eager to be safe in their homes.

Her phone chimed with a text.

Unknown: Turn left.

She paused, looking up to scan her surroundings. There was nothing strange or out of place. Just stores closing up for the night and people minding their own business. Despite how normal everything seemed to be, Y/n knew better. She spared a glance at the alley to her left, immediately deciding against it and kept walking.

Another chime. She ignored it and the next. Stopping wasn’t worth possibly ending up on the eleven o’clock news. At least that’s what she told herself. The less rational part of her mind had a thought. In some ways more terrifying than being mugged.

Tucked away in her pocket, her phone rang. This time she checked. Unknown. Y/n scoffed, rejecting the call.

Unknown: One more chance.

Unknown: Take a left.

Unknown: I won’t ask again.

Her phone rang once more. With a long, begrudging sigh Y/n swiped to accept. “I thought you weren’t going to ask again,” she said, her eyes darting warily to the darkening street.

“Make a left, Y/n,” a deep distorted voice ordered from the other line. Her heart dropped. Maybe the irrational part of her brain wasn’t as off kilter as she thought. The call hung up like she didn’t need anymore convincing.

The yawning mouth of an alley stared back at her. She took a calming breath, inhaling the morning rain before stepping away from any potential witnesses. Her footsteps echoed in the eerie silence of the alley. Her skin heated in either fear or anticipation, she didn’t know. “I don’t have all night,” she spoke into the open air. “I will leave.” Y/n attempted to hide the tremble in her throat.

Her ringtone was shrill in the alley. She jumped. The bright smiling photo of her friend illuminated her face. She did not hesitate to answer. “Hello?”

“Thank god! You’re still alive. Are you close?”

“Yeah, I’m almost there, Ellie,” Y/n began to exit the alley. “The bodega line was long.” She rustled her haul of snacks.

“It’s getting dark. I can send my brother to meet you. Ya know he’s always had a bit of a thing for you and now that you’re single…” Ellie trailed off. Y/n could practically hear her smile.

She rolled her eyes, laughing nervously, “You don’t have to make him come get me. I’ll be—” She was cut off by her own scream ripping from her throat. A streak of darkness and neon flashed in front of her, swiping the phone from her hand. Her grocery bag tumbled to the concrete as she stumbled over her heels. Cold metal met her back. A well defined arm snaked around her waist, held her impossibly tight.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Her friend’s voice rose over the speakers.

The smooth phone screen pressed against her cheek. “Tell her you’re okay then hang up,” the same warped voice demanded in her ear.

Y/n felt her lips move before he ended the call. Some quick lie about a monstrous rat. Blood thrummed through her skull along with her ragged breaths.

“Let me go!” Y/n wrestling out of his grip with no resistance, finally turning around. She halted. Pixelated eyes narrowed at her. What had she been expecting? Was a mask better?

Getting slashed for the money in her wallet and being left for dead by a dumpster was starting to sound more appealing than her current situation.

Mechanic panels whirred and parted open. Rich, penetrating dark eyes took in every inch of the girl in front of him, peeling back layer after layer in that calculating glare Y/n knew all too well. “Hola, mami.”

She hoped to never hear that name fall from anyone’s lips. Much less his. Y/n allowed a selfish moment to let her gaze wander. His braids were fresh, obviously not her work. Fade clean. Jay’s untied. Bronze skin annoyingly flawless. He was the same, except for the faint bags decorating his eyes. His chuckle bounced off the brick walls, catching her. It was sobering.

“You have one minute, Morales. One minute before I run screaming and call the feds on your ass,” she crossed her arms.

“Morales?” Miles raised an eyebrow. “Damn. Is that what we doin’ now?”

“Fifty.”

He circled her like the predator he was, each footstep deafening. “You look good, ma. Where you goin’ so late? It’s not safe.”

“You know where! You’ve been following me, remember? How long have you been doing that for? Just another secret, huh?” Y/n was on the verge of yelling, her initial fear replaced by pure rage. “You’re not even going to deny it.”

Miles dared a step forward. Y/n took two back. “You’re afraid of me.” Her lack of an answer was a shattering confirmation.

“I’m afraid of what you do, Miles,” she motioned to his suit, the spray painted insignia physically painful to see on his chest. The Prowler. She would have never fathomed the possibility if she hadn’t seen him in action herself. “You’re a criminal. You steal. You’ve killed people,” she choked trying to swallow back tears.

He dragged a gloved hand down his face. “You don’t understand.”

“You’re right! I don’t get it. You changed and I don’t understand why.” Her waterline welled. Three months of suppressed feelings threatened to rear their ugly heads when he was near. Because of him, of course.

It was ironic how much he made her feel, even now. Ellie, other friends, Y/n’s family never fully warmed up to Miles. He was unfeeling, nonchalant, closed off. They couldn’t see how a girl like her could fall for him and stay. At least that’s the promise she made.

“So did you. You walked away. Left me. What happened to our forever, Y/n?”

“You expected nothing to change? In what world would I not react or feel some typa way?” She tensed. Another wave of anger seared through her veins. How dare he turn this on her? “Oh wait,” her laugh was humorless. “I was never supposed to find out.”

“I have to do this. The world ain’t right and I need to protect the people I care about,” he placed a hand over his armor, over his chest. “I couldn’t do shit about my dad, but you…” He stalked closer. This time she didn’t back away.

Miles grasped her hand, placing it over his heart. She couldn’t face his intensity for too long, not without air. He wore the same musky cologne she gifted him for Christmas.“Mirame,” he tilted her delicate face towards him. “Mi corazón, I can keep you safe. You gotta let me. If something happened to you I don’t know what I would do.” His chiseled features twisted, barely able to utter the words. He finally closed the space between them, resting his forehead against hers.

“One minute,” Y/n whispered. It had been more than one minute.

Without separating, he slowly slipped her phone into her back pocket, letting his fingers linger by the waist of her jeans. “Call them. I’ll stay right here and you can end this. You’ll never have to see me again. Prometo, mi corazón.”

She should have listened when Ellie told her to stay away. Undeniably gorgeous, genius level intellect, sexy accent. There was always a catch, she said. She was right. But there was one drawback not even her best friend predicted.

Y/n pulled away. Suddenly the autumn air was too chilly through her sweater. She unlocked her phone. Typed 9-1-1. She looked up through her lashes at Miles as if he would melt into the shadows and escape. She didn’t expect sheer defeat to paint his face, unhidden behind his usual mask of indifference. Her thumb froze.

Miles Morales had Y/n entranced. He’d woven himself into her being, hollowed out a space in her soul just for him. Those titanium claws were in deep and she didn’t know if she had the strength to pry them out or wanted to.

Y/n pocketed her phone. She resigned to every emotion she harbored for the boy in front of her. She chose every wrong decision. “Go, Miles.”

His grin was smug. “Should I call you?”

“Don’t push it, Morales.” He draped his arms around her shoulders, dragged her into his warmth. “I’ll unblock you. Sound good?”

Miles angled his head. His smile stretched to his eyes, showing those rarely seen dimples. “Sí, mami. Whatever you want.”

#iivri writes ˚·⊹ ⟢˖∿ #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #spiderman #miles morales #prowler miles #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #angst #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman angst #spiderman fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #Spotify

[moumouton4]

Just Friends ? || Adrien Agreste x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 29 of the Smutember 2023 ( Finally one more to go ! I also hate Marinette's character to no end and tried to stay relatively soft here 😂 Also the fact that I live 30 min from Paris and I don't even know any places to sit and have a snack in a garden. Seriously it's so overrated, this place is a shit hole... anyways I hope you'll enjoy ! )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : of course they are all aged up, the relationship is not very established maybe they are dating or friends with benefits, mention of shower graphic shower sex, piano sex ? window sex ?, biting, rough sex, dirty jokes, mention of oral!male receiver, finger, slight exhibitionism, car sex ?, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 2045

“The Tuileries’ Garden, Wednesday at 3:00 pm” that was the place and the time, Adrien told you you were going to spend the afternoon at. All his classmates will be there, so it would be a good opportunity to meet everyone. You were told to bring something to eat or drink as you were all going to have a little snack there ( I don’t even know if we’re allowed to settle there to eat lmao ). You took a bag of marshmallows and another one of chips so that - she hoped - everyone could find something they would like.

Sitting in his car you were anxiously waiting to place a face on the names of the people he so often told you about. In the secrecy of the closed doors, his hand held yours, soothingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand. Meeting new people wasn't always easy but damn that was a whole class of 13 people.

“I’m sure they are all going to like you” he tried to reassure you.

“They are going to be quite a lot Adrien” you whispered back, holding his hand tighter.

“Just tell yourself it's back-to-school time” he joked, his humor shining through as he spoke to you, fully comfortable in your presence.

“I hate back-to-school” you whined.

“I know” he chuckled “But I also know you’ll do fine. Come on we’re almost there” he said his excitement breaking through.

You quickly smoothed your hair one last time and took a deep breath as you felt the car coming to a halt. Adrien let go of your hand to grab your shoulder and bring you closer to him, he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. He wanted to savor and bring a bit of your taste with him, knowing that once out the car you’d have to play it cool.

As you finally stepped out of the car, you decided to walk to the place you knew his friends were waiting for you both, keeping a friendly distance between you as you wandered through the gardens. You exchanged a few glances and it was clear in both your eyes that you wanted to hold hands and walk hip to hip, but you had to refrain. He whispered something to you and when you looked in the distance you saw a small gathering of people.

Some were already waving at you and another one, seemingly on rollerblades ( according to the pictures there is gravel on the ground so I don’t even think that she can do that but oh well ) who was zooming in your direction “Hey what’s up newbie ? Doin’ great ? I’m Alix by the way, nice to meet you” she said, extending her hand for you to shake.

As you did you gave her a smile and replying to her “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n” you were a lot less tense now, and you hoped everyone would be as nice as Alix seemed to be.

A short while later, you finally managed to reach the small table they had set for everyone to put their snacks on. You set your bags of marshmallow and chips and not even 10 seconds later the 10 people had gathered around you, eager to meet and talk to you. I mean, you were a potential new friend. Well there still were 2 people that seemed to care about something else, well rather someone else. One, you recognized easily to be Chloé Bourgeois, the mayor’s daughter and there other… erm- no she didn’t ring any bell.

From the corner of your eyes you could see Adrien who was smiling fondly at you, he was very happy and proud that you mingled that easily with his friends. You took a lollipop from a bowl which was set on the table and put it into your mouth, humming approvingly at the sugary taste of the fruity candy.

Adrien’s eyes were locked on your every move. Did you know that you were teasing him at this very moment ? That you were torturing him as you savored the candy ? He subconsciously made his way towards you - keeping his distance - making the blond girl from earlier whine and scream at the lack of attention she was left with, meanwhile the other one followed him closely. You looked at her for a brief moment trying to analyze her behavior. It wasn’t even easy to concentrate as she almost knocked herself on the table full of snacks. “Were those even made of leg material ?” you wondered, as you saw her stumbling and this time almost falling on your- erm on Adrien.

But then you saw it, that look in her eyes as she looked his way, the way they were seeming to beg him to look at her. You quickly looked her up and down just to make sure, then around, smirking to yourself when you noticed that Adrien was still deeply focused on you and your lollipop.

Suddenly another girl, you now knew was called Alya, came to rescue her friend from embarrassing herself further “Hey Marinette” ooh so that was her name “Did you have the time to introduce yourself to our new friend here” you smiled at her, Alya seemed so nice and normal compared to what her friend was displaying ( I’m not shaming any type behavior or personality there. I can be very weird myself lmao but gosh you can’t tell me Marinette is just plain weird most of the time when she is in civilian )

“Ah sorry ! I’m Marinette” she said seemingly genuine, her eyes betrayed her lack of interest in you though, as they flickered to the blond that had walked closer at your side.

“Hello” you answered politely not really knowing where to stand, this time you didn’t even bother to give your name. She tried to speak to you about various subjects, but the conversation remained awkward. It was evident that she wanted to ask something “Aaand since when do you know A-Adrien ?”

“Bingo” you thought, you saw it coming from miles away.

“I-I mean how are you related ? Like cousins ?” she asked “Well you don’t really look alike” she rambled more to herself “Maybe you are in the same fencing club ?” she tried again.

But you only shook your head “Fincing is his thing” you said “And thank gosh not a relative” you thought - either you wouldn’t be able to do all this with him - “I’m just a friend” you stated, trying to seem convincing as you did you best to prevent a smirk from displaying onto your lips.

Chloé who was never far away chipped in “And how come I never heard of you before. Adrichou is my best friend I would have known it if you were this important” she said as she flipped her hair back ( And yes in French she calls him so I don’t know how she does in English )

Before you could even answer something Adrien spoke up “You would have known about her if you were such a good friend Chloé” his tone wasn’t mean or anything but it was enough to send Chloé grumbling somewhere else. It was a very strange scene to attend for anyone who had known Adrien before, because he never seemed to do this for anyone before. He would always let her talk. Maybe he didn’t see nor hear anything when she did, but this time it was different. It was about you. And when it’s about you he always does.

The blue ? black ? haired girl squinted her eyes at you as if trying to read through you, fortunately her friend pulled her back “I think I’m getting a little hungry there hehe. We’re just going to see what is on the table and we’ll be back soon” she smiled nervously as she dragged her friend away.

And that’s how you partially found yourself alone with him again, staring into each other’s eyes “Just friends ?” he murmured, questioningly. As his words hit your eardrums you couldn't help but be thrown back in time, not even a week ago but this very morning.

His voice accompanied your thoughts as he added “I don’t think your friends know the way you taste” bringing a rush of heat to your face. Gosh how much teasing he could be when he wanted to push your buttons.

“Do they not ?” you teased back, knowing exactly what you were doing. As your mind quickly fills with moments, pictures, sounds of him. You two had quite the steamy “friendship” you thought as you recalled how this very morning he had taken you from behind under his shower, your chest pressed against the tiled walls, the warm water raining on you as he railed you cunt. His teeth sinking in the flesh of your shoulder as he held you close. A good thing that the shower was in his room because everyone could have heard the slapping noises if it wasn’t.

While you were lost in your day dreaming he extended his hand and gently took your lollipop from your mouth, before swiftly showing it in his. You knew he knew what you were thinking about, his green pupils were blown as he stared at you like some wild animal. You knew how he could get when he really needed it. Perfection didn’t exist even for him, doing it in a bed ? hell no ! I’d say at least 45 % of the time you jump his bones you’re not in a bed. And that’s the beauty of it because without this, never you would have got fucked on his piano like this, nor against the windows in his room - of course there is not overlooked around - just the contrast of his body heat and the coldness of the glass was enough to get you dripping wet.

After taking a good taste of it he pushed the candy back in your mouth “No they don’t. I’m the only lucky one who gets to have you Purrincess” he smiled mischievously at you.

“You’re the one who is going to purr tonight” you smirked.

“You’re coming back with me ?” he asked excitedly, as he initially thought you were going back to your place after the little outing.

“Mmhh” you nodded at him as you savored his taste on the almost finished lollipop “I’m going to get more candies” you said taking a step aside, you knew that getting away from him during this moment was like torture for him “You finished my lollipop”

“Don’t worry you’ll get plenty to suck on later” he couldn't help himself from saying, hopefully no one heard, even the two girls from earlier.

“Looking forward to it” you smirked “Don’t get too hard thinking about it though” you said as you eyes traveled to his slightly stirring length. He blushed furiously as he turned around taking a few deep breaths “This isn’t funny” he squeaked “You know I can’t control how it reacts”

“Yeah they all say that” you laughed.

“I’m going to get back so hard at you” he breathed out, still trying to calm down.

You wanted to tease him a bit more but you heard someone call your name “Y/n do you wanna try to play some guitar with us ?”

During the whole end of the afternoon Adrien’s hungry eyes ( one look at you and I can’t disguise - I love you Seb ) were solely locked on you, to the great displeasure of Chloé and Marinette. You knew that tonight neither of you was going to get some sleep, but what you didn’t know is that he just had a very good idea popping into his mind. He was going to finger you until you’re quivering on the backseat of the car on the way back. Then he is going to use your mouth the way it should be instead of teasing him all afternoon, you’re going to keep him wet and warm as he plays piano or watches the tv. You should have known better than to play cat and mouse. 

#miraculous #miraculous imagine #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug imagine #adrien agreste #adrien agreste imagine #adrien agreste x reader #adrien agreste smut #adrian agreste #adrian agreste imagine #adrian agreste x reader #adrian agreste smut #chat noir #chat noir imagine #chat noir x reader #chat noir smut #cat noir #cat noir imagine #cat noir x reader #cat noir smut #smut #smutember 2023 #miri-writes

[merakiui]

Mera mera mera!!! What do you think Leona and Vil would be like if they were horrendously down bad for reader? I can't imagine them being lovey dovey but I feel like they're the same brand of accidentally-gets-obsessed-with-someone-they-shouldnt-even-care-less-about

Omg lovestruck Leona and Vil!!!!!! There are too many thoughts in my mind. :D

Leona smiles more. Whether he's watching you as you bicker over snacks with Ruggie or cheer Jack on as he's trying to beat a weight-lifting record, there's a very faint smile on his face. His features soften when he sees you enjoying yourself or having a good time with your friends. He's complained before that you're too noisy, but truthfully he doesn't mind it as much anymore. He thinks you're cute when you're enthusiastic about something. If anyone notes he's smiling, he's quick to scowl at them, maybe even growling lowly in warning: Say another word, I dare you.

Leona's quite intelligent, though it can be difficult to know this fact when he ditches class so frequently. But I like to think he's spent enough time poking around in the botanical gardens to be able to identify some of the blossoms growing there. Maybe he naps in areas where many flowers bloom because they remind him of you. Flowers may look fragile and yet they're incredibly strong, much like you. For all of the grousing he does, he's always secretly impressed at your strength and how you've managed to fare in a world where magic is so common. Additionally, he considers what flowers are most like you. He wouldn't do something so cheesy as gathering them for a bouquet, but he does think about plucking one to tuck behind your ear. <3

Leona tells himself he'll never be good enough to be anyone's number one. He's always left in second place, overshadowed by someone better and greater. He'll never be king no matter how hard he tries, but when you give him all of your attention, all of your time, all of your kindness, he feels like a king. He feels seen and heard. You listen to him; you entertain him. You're terrible at chess, yet you beg him to play you each time because you're just having fun being with him. And Leona's never known these feelings before. He's never known how it feels to be appreciated as he is.

Many call him a lazy, careless prince, but he's far from it. He knows how to lead a pack, even if his methods aren't the most princely at times. He knows how to take charge and do what's right for those in his corner. He makes decisions based on what's best for Savanaclaw because he does care about his pack. But after having been told his entire life he'll never be anything more than second place, constantly struggling to cast his own shadow, his motivation is lacking and he can't find it in him to give it it his all unless it's a competition to prove he's the best, to show everyone he's number one at something, to become what he's always wanted to be since he was young. But with you around he never has to prove anything. With you, he's just Leona. And though he's normally so arrogant, he's sweeter to you in subtle ways.

As for Vil, everything you say and do has him feeling so over the moon with delight. He can hide his attraction because he's an actor and he's played so many roles that he's become well-informed on how to veil certain emotions and feelings from the prying eyes of others. Vil is harsher on you, seemingly singling you out at times, but it's only because he knows you can become even better. He may seem overwhelmingly tough on you, but he really does care and wants you to be able to shine at your fullest potential. And most of all he wants you to feel good while you're shining! Truthfully, he encourages you to do your best and more because when you feel good it makes his world seem a little brighter.

Vil uses you as his own motivation. Knowing that you will see him in class, that you will approach him and talk to him, that he will continue to fall for you as time passes motivates him to do his best, not only physically and academically but emotionally as well. He knows how it feels to be viewed as a villain, to be unable to stay on stage until the very end, so he wants to be worthy of your attention and adoration.

He wants to be the hero of his life. It's one thing to be a main character, but that won't mean anything if he can't prove that he's worthy of being the lead in his own life. Vil always struggles with that. It's frustrating to work so hard for something that is just always out of your grasp. He learns that he should just focus on being himself. Whether villain or hero, he'll always be Vil at the end of the day and you'll always accept him for who he is.

When Vil is in love, he wants to do his best to win your heart as Vil. Not as the celebrity actor and model Vil (because that Vil can have anyone and anything). But as Vil: your classmate and friend who is more than the roles he plays, who is his own unique person, who always does his best in spite of hardship and doubt. Like Leona, Vil also smiles more and he admires you with so much adoration in his gaze. He's prone to giving you cosmetics he thinks will be best for you. Vil loves to give you things; he claims he's only doing that to help you improve your self-care routines, Rook always notices the underlying meanings (nothing ever escapes his eyes). Vil knows he's stupidly, stubbornly in love, but that won't stop him from continuing to show his appreciation for you in the ways he knows best.

#twisted chit chat #my apologies for turning it into somewhat of a character study ^^;;;;

[luv4fandoms]

Another headcanon that my brain just thought of with the headcanon of Marko being Italian.

Slightly nsfw. Fem!Reader

Calling him an Italian Stallion

The first time you said it was teasingly, everyone was heading to the boardwalk and as you followed you just said "I call dibs on riding with the Italian Stallion"

The grin on Marko's face was instant

Like full on shit eating, ego has been boosted grin

The second time you said it was more loving

Marko was watching you as you come back to their bikes, hand and hand with Laddie.

He noticed some surfer Nazis staring at you as you played the games, winning the small boy the stuffed bat he wanted.

He knew he couldn't just walk over and kill them, as much as he wanted to.

You noticed his gaze once you stood next to him and followed it to a group of guys all staring at the two of you.

Rolling your eyes you looked back at Marko, turning his head to face you.

"Ignore them"

"they're staring"

"let them stare, you know I only have eyes for my Italian Stallion" you told him with a playful smile, a smile that was quickly mirrored on his face before he pulled you in for a deep kiss

Little did the two of you know that at the same time, while kissing, you both flipped off the group of guys.

The third time it was your turn to be a bit jealous.

Some girl thought she had the right to come up and outright flirt with Marko

You had been talking to Paul near his bike as you both looked around the crowd for his potential hookup/meal that night when you first heard it

That God awful giggle followed by a "well hello handsome, you look like a fun time"

You and Paul turned at the same time, noticing a blonde girl twirling her hair and eyeing Marko like she wanted to eat him

You internally laughed because you knew it would be the other way around

But never the less you could feel your blood boil when she laid her hand on his arm, leaning in to talk to him.

"I've seen your group around before, you get into fights a lot" she giggled. "But I've also seen you cuss people out in Italian, that's hot, I love Italian men. You maybe wanna let me go for a ride on your bike?"

And with that you were done.

"The only one riding on that bike and that Italian Stallion is me, and if you'd like to keep that hand of yours unbroken I suggest you remove it from his arm" you spoke behind her, watching as she slowly turned to face you, eyes wide.

Marko on the other hand had the biggest grin on his face

And low-key may have popped a boner at your territorialism

"And you are?" She actually had the nerve to ask.

"His girlfriend, now you have five seconds before I rip your throat out. 5!"

And with that she was gone with her group of friends, looking at you like you were completely insane.

Marko on the other hand was cackling

To him it was the funniest shit, after all, he had no desire for any girl but you, but how quickly you shut her down made him feel almost..proud in a way.

"You weren't jealous were you babe?" He asked with that shit eating grin as he pulled you in close.

"Not jealous, jealousy is when you know there is a possibility of losing. I'm territorial, simply protecting what's mine"

"What's yours huh?" He asked, grin now buried against your neck, Marko never had someone flat out tell him he belonged to them, and he wouldn't lie and say it wasn't doing things to him.

"why don't we head back to the cave? I can grab a snack tomorrow" he said with that grin that said you were in for a long night.

The fourth time you said it was after you got back to the cave.

Things were getting hot and heavy

Clothes were already off

Kisses had become messy

And Marko had already made you cum twice just with his tongue and fingers alone.

"You ready baby?" He asked, breath ragged from holding himself back.

"Show me what you got, Italian Stallion" you told him with a wink, listening to the growl that left him before he pounced, trapping your wrists against the bed with his hands. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

"sei tutto mio, amore mio per sempre" he whispered against your lips.

(Google translated that last bit so sorry if it's a bit off lol. But it said it means "you are all mine, my love forever")

Italian Marko really has me in a chokehold not gonna lie.

#honestly i feel like i need to write more about him being italian #they flow too easily not to lol #the lost boys #the lost boys headcanons #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys smut #marko the lost boys #the lost boys marko x reader #tlb #marko tlb #tlb 1987 #tlb smut #tlb x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb headcanons #tlb hc

[euphoricfilter]

taejoon + comfort, fluff, ddlg + "your hugs are so nice...", please!! <3

daydreams:

pairing: namjoon x taehyung x f. reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || ddlg || established relationship || friends to potential lovers (?)

summary: sometimes it’s nice to get lost in daydreams

word count: a little less than 1k

tags/ warnings: fluff, complicated feelings (mild angst? but not really), dd/lg themes (she’s of age since people wanna comment on it), boyfriends taejoon, light manhandling, no explicit smut but, dom! joon, switch! tae, softy sub! reader— all will make sense if you read <3

notes: drabble requests closed <3

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“Oh? What’s this?” Taehyung kick off his shoes, jacket slung over the back of the chair, sure to be picked up by Namjoon later. 

Taehyung was curious–if anything, of you straddling his boyfriend’s lap. Teetering on the brink of sleep, body lax, lips pouty and eyes closed. 

“Someone’s feeling a little soft around the edges today” Namjoon hums, hand running over the expanse of your back; never venturing under your sweater. 

Taehyung falls onto the couch beside his boyfriend, ever so gentle as he cards his fingers through your hair, wary as to not startle you. The arm around Namjoon’s neck tensing, only for a moment before you shiver, muscles melting, sinking further into Namjoon’s gentle embrace. 

“Is that right?” Taehyung whispers. 

You dare open your eyes, fingers unsticking themselves from Namjoon’s bicep to take ahold of Taehyung’s hand; fingers interlaced. And he wonders if you realise he’s there, mind entirely too soft– weightless like clouds or cotton candy, sweet and malleable. Coddled by your own gentle dreams, far away in a world entirely your own. Perhaps pink like the blush you like to wear, where Namjoon and Taehyung were princes and you their princess, dressed in satins and velvet. 

Neither you nor Namjoon know when their apartment had become an escape for you. Your own little den, even before Taehyung had started dating Namjoon. It was easier to relieve the built up stress of the week this way, easier to just let go in the company of Namjoon because as much as you loved your roommate, this was a side of you, you never wanted her to see. 

You’d stopped coming over as often once Taehyung and Namjoon had made it official, even less when they’d moved in together. The little crush you had on Namjoon leaking into a little crush on Taehyung too. Your heart too full of love and no one to give it to that you’d gotten scared. 

Namjoon had worried, of course he did. He knew how overwhelming the world was, how sometimes you just needed that few hours, an evening, really anything to just forget about it, even if momentarily. Something Taehyung had reassured you he hadn’t found weird, endearing if anything that Namjoon had become such a safe-space for you. 

And utterly adorable how shy you’d get, rocking on your heels as you’d ask if he wanted to colour with you, or look for pretty flowers in the park that could be pressed between book pages until dry so you could frame them for Namjoon’s office. 

It felt selfish indulging yourself in a fantasy that will never come true. Living amongst daydreams, pretending that in these few moments Taehyung and Namjoon were really yours. 

Maybe jealousy would have felt better than this. Better than whispered reminders that what Namjoon and Taehyung have will never be something you'll experience.

Maybe one day you will fall in love, settle for less when those two who would have given you more. 

It had been easy for Taehyung to naturally follow Namjoon’s lead when you’d slip. With no chance to take control in the bedroom, Taehyung revelled in the casual dominance he had over you. Falling into the role ever so easily, that you found yourself plummeting each time they’d invite you over.

Small things like cutting up your food, to cutting up fruit as snacks or napping together on the couch. Cartoons instead of movies as Taehyung let you use his paints, the longer they let you stick around, the further away you walked from salvation.  

“Hey sweetness” Namjoon croons, “I need to cook dinner for us, I’m sure Taetae would love a hug though” 

You hum, entirely too comfortable to even think about moving on your own. 

You feel the rumble of Namjoon’s laugh throughout your chest, Taehyung a little unsure as his hands hook underneath your arms, dragging you over his lap. 

It doesn’t take you long to settle, fingers tangling in the back of Taehyung’s hair, rhythmically tugging. 

“Your hugs are so nice, baby” Tae praises, tucking your face a little further into his neck when you fuss over the noise Namjoon was making in the kitchen. 

“Feels nice” you whisper, lips barely pressing a kiss to his collarbone, eyelashes tickling bare skin. 

Because truly it felt nice floating in daydreams, pretending that this was real. 

And it could be. You may have been friends with Namjoon first, and Taehyung may have fallen for his boyfriend before you, but Taehyung’s heart may just be as full of love as yours is. Namjoon equally as bursting with something a little less platonic than you like to tell yourself. 

Though for now, Taehyung will revel in the weight of you in his lap, floating in his own daydreams of what life would be like if one day you were to be theirs.

#bts fanfic #bts fic #bts fluff #taehyung imagine #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #taehyung #namjoon imagine #namjoon fluff #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #namjoon #bts imagines #bts non idol au

[obeymycok]

MC’s Demon Form

I mentioned making something like this in my Pact Headcanons Pt.2 where the brothers react to finding out there’s a little more to the pact than they realize👀. It happens when they come to the human world with Diavolo and Barbatos to check on MC’s progress as a sorcerer under Solomon. Completed parts will be linked under the brother’s name.

Completed: Lucifer Mammon Leviathan Satan Asmodeus Beelzebub Belphegor

Taglist: @trashlord-007  @waldeinsamkeit600

365 days

52 weeks

12 months

A whole year

     No way of saying it made the brothers less sad about MC’s departure from the devildom. It was difficult but everyone had agreed, MC included, that they weren’t living up to their magic potential in such a different environment than they were used to. Also, they didn’t really need to use their pacts if they were always surrounded by the brothers, the demon king, his all-powerful butler, 2 angels, and the most powerful sorcerer in history. So, MC and Solomon had decided to return to the human world for a year to improve MC’s magic and experiment with their new power.

     Simeon and Luke had gone with them to ensure a hidden and safe training arena sealed with holy magic to prevent sustaining injuries. Diavolo and Barbatos would make weekly visits to check on MC’s progress. But the brothers were NOT under any circumstances, allowed in the human realm unless MC fully summoned them. The biggest reason MC left was because the brothers were too clingy the close proximity they constantly had with all their pacts could’ve very well been what prevented their powers from striving to develop.

     Obviously, this didn’t go over well with most of the brothers; but they did eventually see that it would be only beneficial to MC. The goodbye was full of tears from everyone; even Lucifer let a single tear slip when he thought no one was watching (you were :))) And so began the depression in the House of Lamentation

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“Rise and shine everyone! Today’s THE DAAAY!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted through the hallways, banging on all his brothers’ doors. 

     Normally, everyone would be fuming; but today was special. Beel was already awake in the kitchen making breakfast, accompanied by Lucifer who made sure he didn’t snack too much. Everyone else was quickly out of their rooms and helping in the kitchen to finish up breakfast. Yes, even Belphie was awake. Arguments were kept to a minimal and everyone was actually out the door on time. Only one thing could make the seven lords of hell get along like best friends and to work towards a common goal; you.

“My, what a surprise! You’re all half an hour early!” Diavolo exclaimed in his usual, joyful tone.

“Indeed, this is a surprise, Lucifer.” Barbatos agreed as he finished pouring Diavolo and the others some tea. Lucifer let out a small laugh in agreement as he took a sip, trying to hide his jittery fingers. Luckily, Mammon and Asmo were quick to draw attention.

“Why’d we have to meet at the castle first? And what’s with not updating us about MC’s training!? As their first man, I should’ve been the one to supervise.”

“As much as I hate to, I have to agree with Mammon. I miss our darling MC just so much I can’t stand it another second!”

“Asmo, Mammon, please...” Lucifer sighed again, this time in exhaustion.

“Actually, we figured it’d be best for you to see for yourself.” Diavolo stated with a proud smile.

“MC’s power has far surpassed what we even thought was possible. Maybe it’s because they’re the only one to form a pact with all seven of you, because they’re a descendant of Lilith, or both, we don’t know for sure...” Barbatos spoke, basking in the expectant and pleading expressions. “...but they’ve truly become a force to be reckoned with.”

     The air in the room changed, but not necessarily to something bad. Confusion is mainly what overtook the brothers. Some were also excited, some were nervous, some concerned; but most of all, they just HAD to see what their fragile MC had achieved in such a short time.

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“I’m nervous, Solomon.” you stated quietly as you both walked through the battlefield. The arena had changed to look like a forest while you and Solomon were to make your way to the finish line. Of course, the place was littered with devildom creatures; but that wasn’t your main concern. “I don’t know, what if they freak out? What if they get upset we didn’t tell them sooner?”

“You seem to keep forgetting that you had no say in that; not even Barbatos expected this to happen. Plus, Diavolo and I were the ones that agreed it would be best to keep this from them until we figured out the full effects of your power.” Solomon replied in his usual matter-of-fact tone.

     Still, you felt a bit unsure of their reactions. It wasn’t until Solomon had yanked you behind a tree, just barely missing a beam of magic, that you snapped back into your own head. The beast was about 10 feet tall and stood on two legs. Its jagged teeth protruded past its lips as it snarled, blood and drool dripping down.

“Well, no sense worrying about them now when we have one of these to deal with.” Solomon whispered with a hint of a chuckle as he smiled at you. You returned the gesture with a smirk and a single nod.

“Let’s fuck him up.”

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"Hey, Diavolo? Are you sure this is safe? Some of these look like the monsters we summon for the elite fighters." Poor Beel was very worried. These were the types of monsters his coach would summon when the team wasn't doing their drills fast enough and he knew how strong they were.

"That's LORD Diavolo, Beelzebub." Lucifer retorted in his usual tone, but everyone could tell he was also worried. "Lord Diavolo wouldn't put the human exchange student in harm's way, especially if Simeon's healing couldn't protect them if something dire were to happen. Isn't that right, Simeon." It was said more like a statement than a question, but Simeon could see the desperation in Lucifer's eyes; begging that you were never in danger.

"That's correct, Lucifer." Simeon answered with a knowing smile.

     Before any of the others had a chance to speak, a Baatezu smashed through the iron gates at the finish line. The brothers all got ready to fight before realizing it was dead.

“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.

There you were, but you looked like..?

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Aaahh I’m actually so happy with this!! I am actively making the bro’s reactions as this is posted. I finally have a day off work so I’ll try to get everyone done today. Basically it’ll be HC format of how each bro reacts to seeing MC as themselves or another brother. (Bros react to MC in Lucifer’s Form, Mammon’s Form, etc) If you interact with this post and tell me which bro you’d wish to see first, I’ll do that. If not, I’ll just go in order. I’m also starting a taglist so I don’t feel bad about cliff hangers so comment on a post and I’ll add you. Stay tuned, everyone! :)))

Edit: lol motivation said brr so I'll be posting a new brother daily

#OBEY ME #obey me shall we date #obey me worldbuilding #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

[theloverboyisdead]

Wait that was KENTA??

Summary: Kenta makes progress in feeling comfortable around x-hunter. Very heavy on Alan being a supportive and perfect. (Its rush pls don't judge to harsh I beg)

3rd pov

After everything that had happened X-Hunter and friends more or less taken Kenta in. While he had contributed to the terrible things Tony was doing it was pretty clear that he never actually wanted to and at the end of the day he was a good person forced to do bad things.

Kenta was appreciative of the fact that they were so keen to have him around but that didn't mean he didn't struggle to be comfortable. He couldn't bring himself to do or ask for anything if it could potentially even slightly inconvenience someone.

He didn't doubt that they were happy to do things for him or even just be there for him but he had never been allowed to want and asking Tony for something usually had its consequences. He felt as if he still wasn't allowed to ask for anything not that he would even know how.

He also didn't feel right joining in on the way they all teased each other. The playful jabs that would be met with a light hearted sarcastic comment. What if they took him as actually being mean? What if he just wasn't allowed? He just couldn't risk losing what he had with them.

Fortunately he had a new family that was very stubborn.

Kenta pov

"North and Sonic are gonna go to the store tomorrow to stock up the pantry at the garage is there anything you want them to grab for you?" Alan asked me. I've been working there doing paperwork since everything calmed down and I really enjoy how kind everyone is here.

"No it's okay I don't need anything," I tell him. This is true while I do have snacks and drinks I like I don't actually need any of them. I know that's not the answer he wants but that's all I can bring myself to give for now.

"Kenta that's not what I asked and I know that it's hard for you to ask for things and I also know that one conversation is not going to fix that but I promise you that we all want to be there for you. We want you to join in on the jokes. If we didn't we would not have welcomed you here so for the love of god please just tell me what to add to the list for you," Alan lectured. I noticed he was like that, always making sure everyone knew they were cared for. He was genuinely the kindest person I've ever met. Not that it was much of a competition.

"Uhm... I really don't know, maybe just some sports drinks," I was so caught off guard by how blunt he was being. Even though I did believe him I still couldn't breathe as I scrambled for something to request.

"Okay good, you can text me or one of them if you want a particular brand or flavor or if you think of anything else."

I nod before he turns to walk out the door probably to keep asking around.

"And Kenta, I'm proud of you for asking I'm sure that took a lot but that is what we are all here for. We are family here and we really hope that you will see us as such when you are ready," Alan said and slips out of the room with a smile.

Oh-

*1 year later*

Alan pov

It's been a slow day at the garage which to most people would mean calm. People idly doing their work at a comfortable pace in no rush to get a million things done. Not at X-Hunter though, not for me.

Slow day means that means that everyone is running around and being loud. Not for work but just enjoying themselves as they work. I absolutely love these days just my boys without weight on their shoulders just free to have wreckless fun.

Unfortunately today I got to be the central target for any teasing and wrestling. I would absolutely never tell any of them but I kind of enjoy it, they would never let it go.

I had spaced out watching them chase each other around when I suddenly have someone lunge on my back to start wrestling. Of course it was North ever the problem child.

"Why must you do this to me while I was minding my own business," I ask him more of a rhetorical tease than an actual question.

"Because it's fun duh," North retorts as he tries to put me in a headlock.

"Careful old people's bodies are sensitive you don't want him to throw his back out do you," a voice behind me speaks casually.

"Hey I'm not that o-" I start as I turn around. Wait was that Kenta?? He didn't even look up and just continued filling out paperwork but he had a noticeable smile on his face.

The entire garage was quiet from shock. Everyone had turned around to check that they heard it right too. If it wasn't for the smiles across everyone's face they might be mistaken for being upset.

"HOLY SHIT KENTA IM SO PROUD!!"  North shouts as he runs to hug Kenta. Me too.

#pit babe the series #kenta #alan is a supportive dad #north is hyper #oneshot

[welcometothewoes]

Long angst-ish university AU prompt for your OTP

I keep thinking of a scenario where the inseparable high school sweethearts A and B end up going to different countries for university/college, and make the effort to keep in touch despite the long distance between them.

At first, they both keep spamming each other with pictures, finding the cultural tidbids endearing and fawning over their respective campuses, dorms and sightseeing spots, basking in their newfound independence - but as soon as classes start, they find less and less time for each other, and don't really have the time to keep tabs on one another anymore.

A has always been more outgoing of the two, so they fit right in from the start - they truly feel as though they've started LIVING, they rave about every lecture, they're constantly tagged in pictures of outings on social media and they find a part-time job as soon as the circumstances allow them to. They visit every nearby city in their new region, their Sunday nights go by as they (try to) study with their colleagues, sharing snacks and childhood stories as a bonding ritual. They miss B - they really do - but they truly believe that the self-reliant B is having a similar, maybe even better experience.

Whereas... the shyer, more timid B is quickly pulled back from their honeymoon phase into reality within as little as three months. Their new colleagues are nice and polite, though they don't feel themselves clicking with most of them; the lectures are fine but overwhelming, and getting shitfaced in a loud crowded club is deifnitely not as fun as they thought it would be. The one potential friend they made drops out before the end of the first semester, claiming that this education program was not what they expected. And really, B is FINE, the exams go FINE, the new environment is FINE, EVERYTHING IS FINE, B tells themselves one April morning as they contemplate staying in bed and skipping lectures for the fifth day in a row, fully in denial about their own depression.

So when A and B finally reunite after an year for the summer vacation, the bright-eyed, vivacious A has so much to tell that they don't know where to begin, seemingly reborn by their newfound independence and lifestyle, as if... happier. Without B.

A takes their dear B's silent discouragement as their usual timid reluctance, so they invite them to speak out first, curious to see what experiences the detail-oriented B has had, unaware of their inner turmoil. But really, having spent the last few months in a grey, desolate haze, alternating only between the echo of the lecture halls and the confined, narrow space of their own door room, what can B even say?

#this may or may not be based on actual experiences tho i've been both A and B with some of my friends #I had friends who left for another country and THRIVED and friends who left for another country and their mental health plummeted #whereas once my honeymoon period in my new country of residence subsided i was mostly... fine? the definition of so-so really #imagine your otp #otp imagine #imagine your ship #imagine your brotp #imagine your ocs #university au #college au #ship imagine #ship dynamics #ship imagines #otp imagines #oc imagine #oc imagines #otp prompt #otp prompts #fluff prompts #fanfiction writing #fanfic writing #fanfiction #story writing #otp ideas #fanfic #otp writing #ship talk #shipping prompt #otp angst #my post

[escapetheshark]

Barely Living 1 | NSFW zombie apocalypse Bang Chan/fem!reader

Gif of Chan being cute to get attention.

This was just gonna be a quick smut because I'm a simp, but somehow it turned into multi-chapter Bang Chan x fem!reader zombie apocalypse smut angst AU?

If you've never read any of my shit, I name the reader character just to make the writing more fluid, but literally just change her name for yours? Anyway-

Tagging @comet-falls because she asked me to.

Her breath caught up in her throat, she watched through the tiny holes in the window blinds, body tensed up as she sat on the table, her left leg stretched out, bandages on her upper thigh still stained with now dried blood. The sun wouldn't take long to set, she observed. That would grant him perhaps one more hour of daylight, maybe less. Darkness had become a death sentence and safety felt more and more like a distant memory, although it had been a few days since she had seen any living-dead, her bag was permanently packed ready for the next move, which hopefully wouldn't be for a couple of weeks.

"Do not compromise our shelter, whatever you do. Do not leave until you can walk," he had said before leaving that morning, a chaste kiss upon her forehead as a parting gift.

Tears pooled in her eyes as sunlight slowly faded and there was no sign of the man. With a heavy sigh, she dragged her body to the edge of the table and carefully hopped on her right leg in order to sit on the floor, her back to the wall, arm leaning against the leg of the table. The flickering of the tealight illuminated barely a foot in front of her eyes, but it had to be enough - any more light would potentially give their location away, not only to the dead but also to a far more nefarious hazard. I wonder where he is, she thought to herself. Is he safe? Did he get stuck somewhere? Is he- With a deep sigh, she clutched at her chest. Please, Chris, please come back.

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He watched people pass him by, bodies glistening with sweat and glitter particles, clothing and hair dishevelled, moving in tune with the loud music, drinks in hand. It had become a ritual - standing in the corner, back to the wall, observing the debauchery that played out like a movie in front of his eyes and wondering why it was so easy to touch someone without really touching them. They don't even know each other's names, he scoffed, watching two visibly inebriated women exchange a sloppy kiss as their friends cheered on, a playing card falling from between their lips onto the floor, where it was promptly stomped on and forgotten about.

Sobriety was too heavy a burden, so he decided it was for the best to pick up a beer, as weak and tasteless as it was in that particular establishment. Glass in hand, he made his way through the crowd, eager for some fresh air. The warm night breeze embraced him as he stepped out of the packed bar and that first breath almost felt like gasping after being underwater for far too long. The music blended into the chatter of the few people out smoking, snacking or enjoying a bit of artificial peace before diving back into the dark bar. One sip of his watery beer was all it took to lift his mood, however - having something to do with his mouth felt oddly comforting.

"Not drunk enough?"

A woman. Black eye makeup, glossy lips, hair disorderly but on purpose. Grinning, piercing eyes, holding a bottle like his own. He smiled back at her, half-heartedly, shrugging his shoulders. "Not drunk enough, not itchy enough..."

"Oh, so that's why you're here," she taunted. "You're probably just way too picky even when you're drunk."

"Possibly."

"Or maybe you have some deep dark secret that's just keeping you from getting pussy," she casually took a sip of her shitty beer. "A guy who looks like you at a place like this is the equivalent to dangling a carrot in front of a starving donkey."

He couldn't help but chuckle at the crudeness of her words, relieved that the relative darkness was probably hiding the blush that crept up his cheeks.

"You seem fairly sober yourself," he spat, drinking in an attempt to further hide his face from her curious eyes.

"A few more of these and I'll be calling one of these idiots daddy."

The woman's nonchalant demeanour, if slightly intimidating, somehow also felt refreshing, he pondered, finishing his beer much faster than he had anticipated.

"I feel like that's not really what you want, though," he affirmed. "You didn't come all the way here looking like you're ready to kill a man, sober as all hell so far into the night, hanging out in the smoking area and hitting up the one sober guy just for a quick shitty fuck."

For once, she seemed at a loss for words. It didn't take too long to snap out if it, though. "Read me to filth, uhm-"

"Chris."

"-Chris." The way his name rolled off her tongue, drenched in sweet venom, hit the pit of his stomach in a way he hadn't experienced in quite some time. Perhaps what he craved wasn't so much sloppy mindless sex, but more like a good old session of cerebral flirting with someone as uninterested as himself.

"You don't blend in with the locals," he joked. "I'm sure you have a conga line of weird Korean dudes who have never seen a foreigner in the flesh before trying to get your digits." She shook her head, smirking a little.

"Let me guess," he began, watching as she leaned against the wall, turning to him like a student about to pay attention to the teacher. "You cycle through these bars, looking for eye candy, end up with some sleazeball who didn't even make you cum and then you're overcome with regret but end up here again because you think someone just has to fuck you good at some point, it's basic math."

She took another sip of her beer, her eyes not leaving his. The woman took her time to observe his interesting face - small yet warm brown eyes, a lively smile completed by dimples on either side of his juicy-looking mouth, and black hair framing his features perfectly. Not a tall man, but very pleasant to look at regardless. But mostly, his aura radiated something new, something she'd been inadvertently looking for, something she couldn't quite begin to explain.

"Aren't you a bright little bulb," she mocked. "Are you gonna prescribe me some cocaine and finger me until my female hysteria is gone?"

"I don't have any dealers on speed dial, but-"

Her lips were on his, just like that, no warning or ceremonies. He widened his eyes, stiff and unresponsive for a moment before he came to and relaxed into her touch. Salt in her tongue, fire in her fingertips, he had never tasted anything like it. It wasn't long before she had her back against the wall, his arms caging her and the kisses deepened, tongues tied, bodies pressed into one another as if the world outside their bubble didn't exist.

"Let's get out of here," he moaned into her neck, fishing for his phone and attempting to juggle the task at hand while keeping his mouth on her skin. Engrossed in each other as they were, neither of them even cared to notice the chaos that had erupted inside the bar, as they got inside the car, hands interlocked, as about a dozen people stampeded out of the bar, screaming.

"What the fuck?"

"Probably some drunken idiot," Chris shrugged, his hand never leaving hers as they drove away into the night. The woman looked out the closed window of the taxi into the artificially-lit street, emptier with every mile. She made a mental note of the address on the driver's GPS: Sinchon-dong.

By the time they finally reached the sleazy hotel room, no time was wasted acquainting each other's tongues with the other's skin, any semblance of proper behaviour be damned! Chris was quick to close the window that had been left open, ignoring the loud noises outside, turning the air conditioning on as his partner sat on the bed, visibly timider in such an intimate space than she had previously been.

"You look less sure of it now," he sat beside her, his hand yet again finding hers. For the first time, their eyes locked, not just a passing glance or a famished exchange, but a highly intentional gaze. Looking past the sexy makeup, he spotted something deep-seated in her eyes, something he couldn't explain but recognised in her - something he had felt himself several times, a nameless feeling he couldn't fully comprehend no matter how many times it crossed his mind.

"Suddenly, it feels too real," she chuckled nervously. "I have no clue why, I've done this so many times before."

"We don't have to, it's completely fine," he offered, a gentle smile crossing his beautiful face, warm brown eyes fixed on hers. "It's okay if you changed your mind."

Hearing him saying this with such sincerity was all she needed. Her lips met his once more, not as hungrily as before; this kiss was much softer, more relaxed. Chris eased into her touch yet again, fingers brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his other hand coming to rest on the crook of her neck, warm and supple.

"I don't think I've ever wanted to fuck someone so bad," she finally confessed, smiling so truthfully she almost felt virtuous at that moment. Chuckling, he responded by kissing her more passionately, yet somehow still gentle.

"Shit, I didn't ask your name," he realised, breaking the kiss. "Kylie," she simply replied before moving her lips to his neck, causing him to gasp.

He felt as if he was dissolving under her touch, so hot and intentional. She smelled like bergamot and smoke, her perfume melting into her skin as his hands sensually roamed her body. The spot in his neck she had been sucking on would surely turn red soon, but he couldn't bring himself to care, not when she wrapped her legs around his lap, sitting on his thighs, chest pressed into his. He could have sworn he caught fire when Kylie's hand roughly pushed his chest so his back fell onto the mattress and he reached out in hopes her body would soon follow his. Which it did, as the woman lowered her torso in order to keep kissing Chris, his hands wrapping around her hips, desperately trying to untuck her shirt from her jeans.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he moaned when she finally pulled the shirt over her head, the strap of her bra had slipped down her shoulder. Before she could protest his compliment, Chris was using his strength to flip them over, so he could be on top and remove his own T-shirt. Her response, although less overt, pleased the man. She took her time looking at his chiselled midriff, one hand coming to trace his muscles, a delighted smile illuminating her face. She didn't comment on it, but she seemed to enjoy the sight. Clothes scattered across the floor, moans and groans filled the hotel room, open-mouth kisses, languid thrusts, roaming fingertips. It felt like both a minute and an eternity as they lost themselves in one another. Gasping for air, he finally slid out of her, removing the condom and tying a knot in it. Kylie tried to find the words to describe how incredibly full she felt, but opted to not compliment him out loud, lest he become too cocky. Plus, they'd probably never see each other again. That realisation hit her harder than it should have, she admitted. You can't just fall in love with this guy because he was the first to make you come in like a year, Kylie thought to herself as the man made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. She sat up and banged her head on the headboard of the bed, sighing as she did. A quick shower and she picked her clothes from the floor, slightly grossed out at the idea of wearing the same sweaty outfit she had worn the previous night.

"Hey, come to bed," Chris begged. "Please..."

Sunlight bathed the room as Kylie slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings for a minute, noticing a heavy arm around her waist. Right. Chris. She took one last look at the man as he slept peacefully, and quickly put her clothes on while wondering if she should give him her number or leave it at that. I mean, she rationalised, I do have my flight back home in a couple of days either way-

A blood-curdling scream startled her and jolted Chris awake, and it was followed by several other loud noises, more screams, thumping and collisions. The lovers didn't exchange words, but they did exchange a concerned look, Chris getting dressed as quickly as he could manage, stumbling on himself. Peaking out the window, he saw several people running, seemingly being chased by a crowd of uncoordinated and disjointed humanoid creatures.

Frantic knocks on their door had both their heads turning, panic in their eyes, silently asking should we open it? A female voice shouted from the other side in Korean, causing Kylie to give Chris a confused anxiety-ridden look. It hit her all of a sudden that, whatever was happening, she was stuck in a foreign country she didn't speak the language of, with a man she barely knew, and neither of them had any clue as to what kind of chaos had erupted.

"She's begging us to open," Chris translated, gently pushing Kylie away so he could look through the peephole. "Oh, no..." He swiftly locked the door, grabbed the chair Kylie had sat on the previous night and used it to barricade the two inside the room, urging the woman to be quiet and get in the bathroom. He followed behind her, locking the second door behind them and frantically scanning the room as if looking for something specific.

"Chris," she whispered, eyes wet and heart thumping inside her chest. "What's going on? What did you see?"

He sat down on the cold floor and urged her to do the same, leaning in close and whispering into her ear. "That woman died outside the door. Two guys just literally tore her apart." Kylie's eyes widened, and lips quivered in sheer primal fear. When she opened her mouth to scream, he was quick to put his hand over it, whispering against her neck gently. "It's okay, we're safe." Even he wasn't sure if that was a promise or not. He sure hoped so. "We're fine, we're alive."

Chris wrapped his arms around the woman as she silently cried out of utter despair and confusion, attempting to regain her senses. A sudden vibration against her thigh reminded her that maybe they had a chance of getting out of that bathroom. 

Not much is known about the nature of the chaos that has taken over in multiple parts of the world, where thousands of people have been attacking others, biting chunks of their flesh and eventually killing them. The World Health Organisation advises everyone to stay indoors, not attract attention to themselves and not leave their homes until more is known about the cause of this mayhem.

Chris and Kylie looked at one another as they finished reading the news report on her phone.

"It's fucking zombies, isn't it?"

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[fountainpenguin]

"She's into superstitions: black cats and voodoo dolls... I feel a premonition- that girl's gonna make me fall..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 23 - “Cooldown (Pearl, Lizzie, Mumbo, Scott)”

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Pearl puts research into camera accounts and brings home books for her nonexistent roommate, EthoCam… Er, Rhetoric. Lizzie and Joel enjoy date night. Mumbo collapses in bed after an exhausting break-up. Scott puts on his ambassador hat, entertains the Fox Dragon, and reviews a fey contract with a peculiar white-eyed man.

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PearlescentMoon - Bat

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When Pearl lets herself through the door, the whole flat is quiet. From the pale smell, nothing's cooking in the furnace. But then, he can't, can he? Then he'd be burning my charcoal. She dropped by the library tonight and borrowed a book on soul twins who never became official camera accounts. That should subtly break down the Yes and Nos of what Rhetoric can do. All the librarian villagers were happy to help. She even ran into Gem, which was a surprise. Gem's eyes lit straight up.

"You're back! Hope you had a good time. And how's Impulse? Is he better than he was after last week?"

"He's all right, I think. Had a rough go of it mid-session, but he said he'd share the story on movie night."

"Oh, that's good. I've been worried more than I need to be; I want to smack him. Hey, I'm on snacks tomorrow, right? I'm thinking popcorn balls."

"Popcorn balls sound amazing, actually. I'll make sure I'm stocked up on butter."

"How d'you feel about two movies back to back? I found one I'm DYING to show you guys."

Now the soul-twin book rests in the bag at her waist, hidden by the black cloak that marks her uninterested in the courtship events of the night. Pearl moves through the flat's entryway, glancing left and right. All the lights are off. Can Rhetoric turn on lights?

I didn't even think about that when I went out. Oh, this is a toughie… She didn't bring back any treats on purpose, not wanting to offend him. She did pick up a random book on folk tales and another on hybrid biology. These, she leaves on the kitchen counter. As a museum curator, maybe Rhetoric considers himself a historian and potential expert on both these subjects.

Maybe he'll scoff. But according to the patient librarians, account-less soul-twins can hold books and turn their pages just fine. They just can't write in them because it would update the book, and they can't rip out the pages because it would create paper. If you're account-less, you can't update blocks.

That's the word, by the way. Soul-twins… She never actually knew that. She's always just called them "cameras." Did you know you can be account-less as the player, and it can be the camera twin who gets most of the creator bleed and activity levels?

It's not common, but apparently true. It happens on occasion if the same creator is juggling three or more accounts at a time and largely uses that third one for spectating right at the start in those early days. Traditionally, the first account to sync goes to the player soul. The second sync goes to their soul-twin, whether they're often on spectator mode or not. The third can be a coin-flip as a completely new pair of souls is spawned in, syncing up to an already established Minecraft player who may actually prefer spectating this time around.

Food for thought. I wonder if Moo's ever been bugged when I've called her a camera. Maybe I should ask if I can meet up with some of her friends. Maybe we can all do a Q&A night. You could write a paper on this stuff.

… or a book, evidently. Pearl checks the signed name again. Pixlriffs. Of course it is.

If this is insightful, I'll have to drop something off to thank him. But she'll wait until the full moon's faded out so he won't get the wrong idea.

Pearl leaves the books she got for Rhetoric at the end of the counter, next to the bar stool she drapes her Not Courting cloak over. She'll hang it properly some other time. For now, she wants to set the scene: I'm not trying to come on too strong. I just happened to leave a few books here, that are mine, and when I'm away, nothing's stopping you from taking a little looksie at them.

When she turns around, she catches her new roommate standing out on the balcony, one elbow on the rail. Did he open that door? Did she leave it open? He gazes into the courtyard below, swishing his tail back and forth against his heels. It stiffens when she creaks the door open. "Don't talk to me," he mutters, not turning around.

"Right, I won't- Not for no reason, now. Still, I have some housekeeping things we should go over."

Rhetoric's tail twitches again. "No. That can wait. Literally, don't talk to me. I was getting fresh air. As fresh as you can get under bedrock, anyway. Now that you've returned, I'll stay in my room and keep my head down, but it's a full moon tonight. I don't technically exist, but I'm still a hybrid. Give me space."

"Okay," Pearl concedes. There are seven fox ambiance defaults: burrowing, hunting, napping, courtship, marking territory, playing, and stealing. On top of that, the urge to flee from players is a legit part of their coding. Rhetoric's maybe or maybe not feeling courtship tugs, and neither of them wants to deal with that. If it's not courtship, that urge to find his own private space is probably gnawing at his spine. She's not giving up on him, but she'll wait until he's less prickly.

Pearl returns to the kitchen and starts prepping a mixing bowl. Rhetoric's ears snap up. He turns his head. He has gray eyes. They're dull from lack of color, but almost puzzled or wary when he studies her from across the room. He says, "You're an anivore, right?"

"Just a little bit- I'm a partial anivore. I need code to keep my energy up, but I actually can eat other foods without feeling sick. My diet's still restricted." He doesn't look away, so she doesn't stop talking. She barely looks at him, though. "I know fox hybrids can change color between white and ginger when they respawn. My friend Grian's a parrot and they're the same way- the soul spawner might spit them out with different feather colors than what they had before, based on RNG. We bats are like that. Right now, I'm a vampire bat. I used to be a fruit bat when I was first spawned. The type of food that actually refills my hunger meter shifts between respawns, but my stomach can digest all of them."

"So you're an omnivore."

"Well. Yeah, I guess so."

Rhetoric folds his ears flat against his night-black hair. "I don't have proper code. I'm not real."

"Nah, I don't nip much off other people. I barely need any, see; I nip my own code." Pearl lifts her arm, gesturing to the space between her sleeve hem and her hand for emphasis. "Tastes like macaroni and marshmallow right here at the edge." For the sake of it, she doesn't ask if he's ever tasted code before. Probably not. She pauses for breath anyway so he can have his chance to speak.

"That's… disgusting." Rhetoric waves his tail for a second, keeping it low, then almost rotates full around to talk to her. "I had a visitor today."

"What?"

"Some phantom wearing green. Yellow hair. Black bandana. He didn't give his name, but I found him rather rude. I'm half tempted to report him for harassment."

Martyn. Pearl's instinct is to volunteer the name, though she catches herself and hesitates just before she can. "Oh. I'm sorry he bothered you. Was he hunting? Maybe he clocked you as not having slept… ever."

Rhetoric shrugs, dismissing her thin attempt at comfort. "He broke in. I'd talk to Scott about upgrading your security, if I were you."

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[emeraldgreaves]

12,14, 17 and 30 for MoiraxRed and/or any/all of your BG3 pairings!

man i need to play more bg3. but this got way too long so here's the moirared!

Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal? I think their goals end up being fairly similar--I tend to describe them as two Weird Academics, so they're generally happy to support each other up to a point. i think moira finds the concept of the worldwalkers fascinating but also incredibly risky, so she'll help detangle power cables when Red wants to put together a new machine but doesn't have a problem pointing out the gaps in his reasoning. on the flip side, I think red does value moira's compassion and will gladly listen to her explain how antinausea potions were originally synthesized from lizard venom, but her self-sacrificing instincts in their particular line of work are a source of worry for him, and it's tricky to talk her down from expending so much of her time and energy because Healing/self-worth issues have basically trained her to operate that way.

Is there anything they associate with each other?

wasn't quite sure how to answer this one so have some patchwork vibes.

moira->red: once or twice across a barroom, she heard a laugh that was almost his. she draws such perfect chalk circles because of how much practice she had constructing them around their midnight experiments. he was the first person to recommend her favorite playwright. (she kept skipping shows of his favorites, and regrets forgetting how funny they were.) the book in chandry's shop seemed like something he might have liked. if she'd ever seen the sea, it would be a couple of shades away from his eyes. once on the road, maybe a week after she'd left for good, someone tugged on her braid the way he occasionally did and she hacked the entire thing off that evening.

red->moira: she prefers lavender soap for her hair. recipes for tonics and elixirs tended to read themselves in her voice. sometimes he finds her in the kitchen when he goes to scrounge up midnight snacks. (he didn't realize he looked forward to it until she was away on mission.) half the delight in a new discovery is explaining it to her over dessert. in their fifth year, she gave him a bookmark she made that would cling to the point in the page where you left off.

Their ways of expressing their love. lena's probably got an ask for things red does, but (1) moira feeds people and will bring snacks down if red is lost in the research sauce lmao (2) will happily donate time to the parts of research that don't require an advanced degree (rubber ducking, flagging stuff from the vaults that looks useful, etc.) (3) forehead. kisses. (4) in an established relationship, they send a letter home at least once a week so that the other person is guaranteed to receive them at some point. in the flirting stage they passed a lot of notes LMAO (5) giving the other one space to just Be A Person. IMO red is actually really well-suited to understand how heavy being The Hero of Haven can be, since he's done that as archmage. it helps that both of them knew the other person before they had a dramatic title to carry, so there's already a trust that they'll be forgiven for being less than perfect.

How does their love change as they get older? okay i can never write short about this but TLDR: they're not just exes. they were close friends whose miscommunication over their breakup drove a narrow but deep wedge between them that persists even in the present, and i think about that constantly. i think fundamentally the circle berakup came down towards red's thoughtlessness vs moira's passivity, plus her growing guilt/fears over keeping a large secret that potentially endangered anyone she gets close to. so things are better in game time! it's kind of interesting how time has reversed which one of them is more careful vs more carefree--red getting burned means he intends to make absolutely certain they're on the same page this time, moira getting forgiveness (and clarity) about the words of power removes a lot of her hesitations. there's a deliberateness and an openness that they hadn't quite figured out the first time. i think the biggest test for them actually comes postgame when it becomes clear just how fucking fragile moira has become due to the events of the game. and it's terrifying for her to be that vulnerable around him, but even admitting she was hurting would have been unfathomable to her when they were seventeen. (yes, this is another fic. no, i don't have enough information to finish it.) i'm also actually super curious to see if red's personal arc goes where i think it will (somewhat along the same lines of the major choice in riel's second day off, if that makes sense) because i think that's going to be a fascinating conversation for them. one of the ongoing jokes with some of my fics is that they add +10 to the redharden stat LMAO by the time we hit The Future in Take Your Daughter To Work Day, there's a point of contention around how much moira's tried to put hero of haven stuff behind her--on the one hand, it was probably the most painful period of her life by a long shot, but at the same time it's difficult to pretend it didn't happen, especially given that one of their kids joins the shepherds. they go back and forth on how much information it's right for them to have. but honestly i don't think it affects how much they love each other. sometimes i think about how much they care about each other and want to lie on the floor.

#emerald speaks #god this got long do not feel obligated to read the whole thing LMAO #moira linden #ask meme

[stiles-banshees]

Good Things Come in Threes: Chapter Two

Summary: Growing up on the East Coast her whole life, Summer Hastings always longed for more. The niece of Penny Benjamin would often fly out to the West Coast every summer to visit her aunt and cousin. Summer didn't realize how much her life would change that night she called her aunt to book her plane ticket when she was 18 years old when a certain Jake Seresin answered the phone.

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The young women walked to the lounge in the middle of the compound carrying bagfuls of snacks and wet hair from their showers. The pair wore similar outfits since Summer was wearing Natasha’s clothes. They sported oversized navy tees (Nat in black, Summer in dark blue) and gray cotton shorts. The walk to the lounge had been relatively quiet, the only noise coming from the light chatter of the girls. The lounge is empty when the girls walk in, and Summer relaxes.

“Wanna watch the Outsiders?” Nat asked.

Summer hummed as she spread their snacks across the table in front of the couch. Nat took her time queuing the film. Summer sat on the couch and curled into herself when she felt a little chill.

“Blankets?” She asked.

“I’ll grab some from the drawer,” Nat pointed to a dresser set up in the corner. “Grab the headbands and facemasks?”

Summer fished their skincare essentials out of Nat’s bag, smiling when she realized Nat got her favorite brand. Nat threw a blanket to Summer before plopping herself down on the couch, putting a headband on, and then laying her head down in Summer’s lap. Summer carefully squeezed a bit of the facemask onto Nat’s forehead before using a brush to spread the product around.

“I missed this,” Nat sighed, closing her eyes while relaxing.

“You always loved being pampered,” Summer laughed, smearing some of the mask on her friend’s cheek.

“And now I have to deal with all those men.” Nat wrinkled her nose, causing Summer to lightly smack her arm.

“Bradley and Bob aren’t that bad.” Summer whispered, grinning as she thought of her other friends.

“No, but Hangman and Coyote are,” Nat assured.

“I thought you liked Javy?” Summer asked.

“He’s bearable when the blond idiot isn’t around,” Nat answered.

Natasha’s facemask has been fully applied, and Summer tapped her shoulder as a sign to sit up. Summer places her headband on her forehead before switching positions with her friend. She jumped when she felt the cool mask on her cheek.

“I’m definitely with you no matter what since you’re my friend and all, but why don’t you like Jake?” Summer asked her friend quietly.

“He’s just…not a good guy. I’m sure he has potential super deep down, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon, and that kind of scares me considering I might go on a mission with him.” Nat laughed uncomfortably.

“Is there any way I can help? Even if it’s just being there if you need me? I know I can’t come on the mission, but maybe I can help you feel less freaked out.” Summer offered.

“You’ve been a great help, actually. Hangman’s a bit more bearable this time around since he’s distracted by you.” Nat laughed again, and the discomfort disappeared as she smeared some facemask on Summer’s chin.

“Oh, just doing my civic duty.” Summer joked.

The girl’s laughter gets cut short when the door to the lounge opens, allowing Javy and Jake to walk in. The two were wearing sweatpants and their own Navy shirts.

“You gotta be shitting me,” Nat grumbled as she finished applying the pink paste to her friend’s forehead.

“Oh my god, are those Oreos?” Javy asked, snatching the package off the table.

Summer got up from Nat’s lap, pulling her legs under her.

“Coyote, Hangman, out,” Nat said as she snatched the pack of cookies from the intruders.

“The lounge is a common space, Phoenix.” Jake gave her a smug look.

“Fine,” The raven-haired woman groaned. “Just one rule; don’t eat all of our snacks. Ask first.” She said, looking directly at Javy.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake replied as Javy nodded.

The two men got comfortable on the floor in front of the couch. Javy sat in front of Nat while Jake was in front of Summer.

“I have two rules of my own if that’s okay?” Summer grinned, knowing her friend would love the second one.

“Whatcha got, sweetheart?” Jake asked as he turned to face the girl.

“Tonight, you’re all civilians. No callsigns; we’re using everyone’s names.” Summer eyed them all, knowing the importance of their callsigns in their work. 

“Easy,” Jake nodded to himself.

“Simple,” Nat agreed.

“Why?” Javy asked, regretting his question immediately when he saw his two coworkers glaring at him.

“And you guys have to participate in our girl’s night since you crashed. Facemasks and all,” She beamed at her friend.

Nat’s sour look twisted into an excited smile, “Yes!”

“Only if Summer helps me because I wouldn’t be surprised if you decide it’ll be fun if you shave one of my eyebrows off.” Jake glared at her.

“What makes you think I won’t?” Summer asked him.

“I’m hoping you’re in a good mood right now.” He said.

“As long as Jake’s the only one losing an eyebrow tonight. I don’t care.” Javy sighed, handing Nat a clean brush when she motioned for it.

Summer moved to the floor, motioning for Jake to move away from the coffee table as she grabbed another clean brush and her latte from her trip home. Jake followed and sat opposite her with his legs crossed. Summer watched as Javy moved to the couch to rest his head on Nat’s lap, and she smiled softly. Confused, Jake followed her gaze to the two pilots.

“Why are you staring at them?” Jake leaned in to whisper.

“They look cute.” Summer whispered back, still staring at the two.

Jake hummed, turning back to Summer and watching her dip the brush in the jar of pink gunk.

“What’s that supposed to do?” He asked as she painted a streak across his cheekbone.

“Well, it’s not gonna do much in one use, but it’s supposed to help your skin retain moisture. Considering this is probably the only time you’ll use this, it’ll make you smell like me a little until you shower tomorrow.” She said.

Good to know.

“So, is this why you always smell like roses?” He asked, eyeing the jar between their legs.

“That and my shampoo, body wash, and perfume. I like the scent if you couldn’t tell.” Summer laughed.

Jake kept his eyes trained on her face while she spread the paste around. He noticed the freckles peeking from under the mask, the small scar on her lip from biting it too much, and the little gold flecks in her brown eyes. Sure, Jake always thought Summer was pretty, but that was before she became a tangible thing in his life. He didn’t know it was possible, but Summer Hastings was somehow prettier in person.

“All done.” Summer smiled, cocking her head to the side while twisting the cap back onto the jar. “Why are you staring at me?”

“I thought Nat missed a spot. She didn’t.” The man lied, hoping the girl didn’t realize he was daydreaming about them together.

“Uh huh,” She said, unconvinced. “Nat, what’s next?” She turned to see her friend and Javy staring at them the same way she’d been staring at them.

“I would say we could talk about boys, but-” She started, but Javy interrupted her.

“I’m nosy. We’re dishing.” He said seriously.

Summer laughed at his outburst, and the duo made their way over to where she and Jake were sitting. Javy made sure to bring the Oreo’s and Nat brought over the two ice cream pints with spoons the girls had gotten a few hours ago. Summer popped the lid off hers and immediately dug her spoon into the peanut buttercup dessert.

“Well, we know there aren’t any guys for me right now.” Nat shrugged, eating a spoonful of her own ice cream.

“Right, totally.” Summer rolled her eyes at her friend.

Jake laughed at Summer’s pointed hint and positioned himself closer to her.

“What about you, Sum? Any cute aviators or civvies?” Nat teased.

Jake perked up a bit, hoping he was the only guy on Summer’s radar since she’s been in Miramar.

“Are there cute guys? Yes. Have I thought about approaching them? Of course. Will I do it? Absolutely not.” She said, taking a bite of ice cream.

“Why not?” Javy asked with a mouthful of Oreo.

“Cute guys freak me out.” She shrugged.

“Don’t kill me for exposing you, but you basically begged me to introduce you to Jake.” Nat reminded her.

“What?” Jake asked, and Javy started dying of laughter.

“Hey! That was when Jake and Hangman were two different people in my mind. Don’t hold that against me.” Summer whined.

“If you want anything, all you have to do is ask, baby.” Jake nudged her shoulder with his.

“You’re one of the girls tonight. Shut up.” Summer covered his mouth with her hand.

“Look, they’re fighting like a married couple already.” Javy cooed.

“Summer can do better than Jake, don’t make her settle.” Nat shook her head.

Summer dropped her hand from Jake’s mouth and grabbed Nat’s forearm instead.

“Calm down. Nothing’s happened.” Summer assured her friend.

“Yet,” Jake added, and the three others stared at him.

“What’s the deal between you two anyway?” Javy asked as he looked between them.

“What do you mean?” Jake asked his friend.

“You guys haven’t talked about it?” Nat asked as she ate another spoonful.

“You guys have a mission coming up. I didn’t think now was the right time to rehash old feelings.” Summer said awkwardly.

“Aren’t you scared?” Nat asked her quietly.

“Aren’t you against this?” Summer retorted.

“Oh, absolutely. I just feel like you guys should have the conversation.” Nat shrugged.

“Look at you, being all mature.” Jake grinned.

“Dude, it’s almost like you don’t want her blessing.” Javy cringed.

“I’m sure if Summer wanted to be with me, she’d disregard Nat’s perception of me.” Jake turned to see the girl next to him shaking her head.

“That’s not how this works.” Summer said.

“You’d sacrifice our happiness-your happiness for her?” Jake asked, completely taken aback.

“Jake, the thing is that I’m always going to be her maid of honor. And there are only so many ways when that can exist with you being the groom.” Nat explained.

“They’re right. That’s a thing in the girl world.” Javy nodded.

“So, if I have this right, you need her to like me so you can like me?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, exactly.” Summer nodded.

“Now, what if Bradshaw doesn’t like me?” He asked.

“See, that kinda makes it more fun,” Nat said.

“It makes it hotter.” Summer agreed.

“Well, how do you feel about me now?” He asked the two women.

“I still despise you.” Nat hummed.

“I’m actually kinda into you, but her hating you trumps that.” Summer shrugged.

“Goddamn it, Trace. You’re cockblocking me.” Jake groaned.

A laugh is shared between the other three.

“Nat, are you sure there’s no one you’re into?” Javy randomly asked.

“Oh, we’re doing this now?” Jake asked him.

“We’re figuring out your shit, might as well figure out mine.” He shrugged.

“Oh my god,” Summer gasped when she realized what was happening.

“Oh god, here we go,” Jake muttered.

“What’s going on?” Nat asked cluelessly.

“You’re not actually this dense, are you?” Jake eyed her.

“Keep this up, and you’ll never get to kiss Summer.” Nat threatened.

Jake nodded and motioned as if he was locking his mouth and throwing away a key. Summer watched in amusement, her cheeks turning pink underneath the mask.

“I think Jake and I are good to wash our faces, so we’ll be back in a few minutes.” She said. 

Summer pulled the aviator off the floor to follow her out of the lounge and to the communal bathroom.

“You just couldn’t wait to get me alone.” Jake’s chuckle echoed in the room as they passed the showers and to the sinks.

“Yeah, I brought you to the bathroom to make out.” She snorted as she rinsed off her facemask.

Jake followed her lead, rinsing his off as well.

“You don’t wanna make out with me in a bathroom? I’d make out with you anywhere if I’m being honest.” He said while accepting one of the washcloths she had snatched from the table before they left to dry his face.

“Pat dry, Jake.” She reminded him.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He retorted.

Summer pulled her headband off once her face was dry and ran her fingers through her hair to make it a little more presentable. Her freckles were now on full display, and Jake absolutely adored them. Jake balled the cloth up in his hand once his face was dry to stop himself from reaching out to her.

“Not while Nat still hates you.” Summer whispered, giving him a sad smile.

“Not even a pity peck?” He took a small step toward her, and now he could feel the heat radiating from her.

“Close your eyes,” Summer whispered again as her cheeks burned bright.

Jake does as he’s told for the first time ever. He felt Summer grab his hand that doesn’t have the washcloth. Jake felt the way her fingers anxiously slotted their way between his. He waited to feel pressure on his lips, but it didn’t come. Instead, Jake felt Summer press a kiss to his cheekbone. He opened his eyes when he heard her laugh.

“I’ll take what I can get,” The blond huffed.

“What about me?” Summer pouted.

“Summer, the first time I kiss you, I’m going for your mouth, not your cheek.” Jake laughed, pulling the short girl into a hug.

“This sucks.” She pulled him as close as possible, burying her head in his chest.

“You know, we could always kiss and not tell Trace.” He suggested.

“Or, if it gets super annoying, we could stage kiss.” She said, sounding muffled from his shirt.

“Gonna be honest, sweetheart, I have no idea what that is.” He laughed again, trying to pull her closer.

“Come on, Hangman. It’s when you put your thumbs on the other person’s mouth, and then you kiss your thumbs. You’re not that stupid, are you?” Bradley’s voice scared the both of them, and they jumped apart.

“Dammit, Bradshaw. We were having a moment.” Jake groaned.

“In the bathroom of a naval base. Classy.” Bradley joked.

“B, can you just leave? This is embarrassing enough.” Summer whined.

“I came in here to shower; you guys leave.” He pointed at the door.

“Gladly,” Jake said before pulling Summer out into the hallway.

The two awkwardly walk back to the lounge, only to find it empty besides the snacks from earlier and a little note on the table that reads Don’t wait up :).

“How is this fair? Trace can get some ass, but I can’t?” Jake groaned again as he plopped himself down on the couch.

Summer placed her melting ice cream back in the freezer before joining him, practically sitting on his lap.

“Hastings, what are you doing?” Jake asked.

“Can we cuddle? She didn’t say anything about touching.” Summer asked, anxiously biting her lip.

“Absolutely. Smart girl found a loophole.” Jake grinned, pressing his lips to her forehead.

The two settle on the couch. Jake’s lying on his back, and Summer’s on her stomach on top of him.

“What movie were you guys gonna watch?” He asked as he played with her hair.

“The Outsiders, I think, but it’s okay. I get to talk to you now.” She smiled.

“Maybe we can figure out our shit together without the peanut gallery.” He said raspily, and Summer really liked its raspiness.

“Alright,” She laughed. “What do you want, Seresin?” 

“Besides being together in general? I would love for us to be exclusive. We’d go out on dates and dread my inevitable deployments, but I’d always come back home to you. We’d get a dog, so you’re not alone while I’m gone. Getting married could be cool too, eventually, at least, and if you want to. Same with kids. I think it’d be fun to have a few minis of us. Nothing too major, just the fairytale thing most people dream about,” He shrugged.

“Do you have our entire lives planned out?” Summer stared at him with wide eyes.

“No. I’m just saying if I could choose how my life goes, that’s what I’d want.” He explained.

“You want a serious and monogamous relationship with me. And you want us to get married someday, and you want to get me pregnant?” She clarified.

“When you say it like that, I sound like a lunatic.” Jake squeezed his eyes shut.

“It’s a bit crazy, but I get it. I used to have this whole vision about how we’d meet in person for the first time. It’s so embarrassing now, but it just felt right.” She said.

“Your turn to get mushy. Spill,” Jake squeezed her, urging her to go on.

“I would’ve loved to meet in person sooner, but now’s a good time too. I always imagined us having a little cat-and-mouse thing for a few months. Like, just enough tension for other people to notice, but not so much they’d say anything. Penny would lose her mind because I’m her only niece. Nat would act like she is now, but Bradley would be a little more skeptical since you’re older than me. You’d be obsessed with me, though. Not in a creepy way or anything, but anytime someone would think, ‘oh, where’s Jake?’ and someone else would say, ‘he’s probably with Summer.’” She placed her chin on his chest, locking eyes with the blond, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

“I know, it’s so bad.” She cringed.

“I think we can make that happen,” Jake suggested.

“Are you insane?” Summer’s eyes widened.

“The uranium mission’s in a few weeks, so we’ll have to speed up the process a bit, but I think we can make it work.” He nodded to himself as he crunched the numbers in his head.

“How much free time do you think you’ll have?” She laughed.

“I’ll make time if I have to,” Jake said. “We might have to start tomorrow afternoon, though. I think Javy and Nat are in her room tonight.”

“Dammit, now I have to sleep in here.” Summer pouted.

“Not necessarily,” Jake smirked.

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#jake seresin x oc #jake seresin #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #hangman fic #hangman #hangman x oc

[syrenart]

I have thoughts about sollux and potential moirails.

Don't get me wrong, I love LOVE Sollux and Aradia as matesprits but I think (living) aradia is just such a bro. She and sollux would go spelunking, on very Indiana Jones esque adventures except they'd just end up wrecking the place for fun and playing cards in the rubble, then having a little feelings jam, napping, and going home to play minecraft. Genuinely such an amazing friend that is completely capable of helping him r e l a x. Platonic cuddles always too of course. Aradia definitely gets him out more (much to his dismay) but he also doesn't mind, because he wants to do things with her!!!

Although less likely, sollux and kanaya (because of the shit that came up in pesterquest) would be a very funny moirail pair. Both of them are so sarcastic and blunt and yet i think they'd make each other laugh with oddly dry yet clever humor. Sollux probably wouldn't be a model for her sewing projects but I DO THINK HED BE VERY HONEST. "thii2 look2 liike 2hiit." Or "thii2 doe2nt make me want two vomiit 2o youre doiing 2omethiing riight ii gue22." To shenaniganry like "that ii2 2o not your color. (Is colorblind)" I think they would visit each other often, look at old pictures and talk for h o u r s about literally anything because they don't give af, they just genuinely enjoy each other's company. Kanaya may call about having issues with her computer just to get him over there to hang out. He knows.bsje knows he knows. He just doesn't mind making the trip to see her and go back and forth about how the computer definitely doesn't seem broken until inevitably they play card games over tea.

I think sollux and karkat work excellently either red or pale, but for the sake of this post, I'll talk about them pale-wise. It is established in the comic that even though karkat is a grump ass, he still cares about his friends so so much and even goes as far as asking if specifically he and sollux are still friends after a little spat. Which is ADORABLE but also like imagine that but "ARE WE STILL MOIRAILS?" and sollux, pinching the bridge of his nose, "ye2, kk, we are 2tiill moiiraiil2." I always think of karkat as a snuggle bug, so you know they'd be platonically snuggling whilst also having the BEST feelings jam, which I personally think sollux needs always. He is always in a bad mood and always needs to talk about something and there is no one better than the guy who sat backwards in a chair to LISTEN TO TEREZI!!!! HE GAVE HER HIS FULL ATTENTION AND JUSTIFIED HER FEELINGS ALL THE WAY AND HE WOULD DO THE SAME FOR HIM!!! Plus, they would do everything sollux enjoys because they have so much in common, they couldn't even leave the hive because of karkat's blood color. Theyd eat snacks, play video games, watch movies (karkat would even agree to a non rom-com for him, begrudgingly, but I think he would). And would end up spending d a y s with each other and not get tired of each other's company. Even in the dream bubbles where karkat would be able to walk around and go places, I think they'd choose one place and stay there aside from MAYBE raiding a convenience store for snacks.

I know karkat's is the longest, that doesn't mean anything, I'm just spewing thoughts as they happen.

#homestuck #syren talks #homestuck talk #sollux captor

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

You’re welcome for the asks, got some more for you :)

1: do they give each other piggy back rides?

2: how often do they hang out besides at school? Everyday, once a week, etc

3: when Jake performs a wedgie on a goon does he pull the waistband up or pulls the part of the underwear underneath the butt up? Also I can see him pulling the underwear down causing Chris to cover his eyes XD

4: do they plus mar’i have any mental issues besides PTSD? Like OCD, autism, etc…

5: what was Chris’s relationship like with Jon & Kon when he first joined the family?

6: what’s their favorite thing to do in December?

1. Oh most certainly they will, especially after long missions and patrol nights should either of them be exhausted. Despite Jake’s insistence and the few exceptions he’s been able to, majority of the time, Chris is the one carrying Jake like that. Jake doesn’t mind it too much though, he’s quite used to it and if anything it’s as comfortable as when his Big Sis and Uncle Tim(my) piggyback carry him

2. About Every Once a week, mainly at their respective central city parks if crime rates are relatively slow or maybe even if they have their allowances saved up, at their local theme park packed with massive roller coasters, arcade games and snack stalls. Usually they go there for testing new dares in said roller coasters or if new rides are built and open. Plus also, numerous ride photos they post later online because it’s always fun to look out how much either they freak out or even not when in a coaster train going at 75 mph down 189 ft.

3. He always aims for the waistband as he has the strength to successfully lift the crook with even a single arm without any fabric being ripped apart. Plus while that sounds funny, even Jake knows a bit better than going that far with pantsing crooks. That’s more or less actually something Lian as Speedy would do with her arrows, courtesy of being trained be her dad.

4. As explained, Chris can reasonably be diagnosed with C-PTSD and Anxiety Disorder due to his past with his birth Father and all the horrors he had bare witnessed to even prior to meeting Clark.

Now as for Mar’i, she herself has so far not displayed major symptoms of mental disorders but is nonetheless researching on the subject so she can properly understand to the best of her abilities how it works and what are the best treatments when those conditions are active, so that she can be a comforting presence for a prison suffering a mental breakdown.

Then there’s Jake. Prior to his duel with Zsasz, he already exhibited some symptoms of social anxiety, especially prominent almost every single start of a school year which has new teachers, new potential classmates to meet, new expectations and an overall feeling of a differing crowds to try blending into from before, making it difficult for him to feel like he fits in.

Post Zsasz, though no doubt he exhibits symptoms of PTSD, haunted in his mind more so by the gruesome marks and wounds those poor orphans in that orphanage he investigate were left in, no doubt in his mind in betting that they actively suffered being their lives end. The fact many of those slain orphans were around his age range with 8 years at youngest and 12 at oldest, he feels a sense of survivor’s guilt and shame in that he feels he could’ve saved them had he only known. Couple that with how sadistic, cruel and diabolical Zsasz himself was in their duel with each thrust, swipe and twisting of that blade onto his then powerless self at that very duel, he perfectly then understood what those orphans had felt and likely would’ve died the same exact way had it not been for the timely intervention of his allies that moment (whether it be Chris in the revised version or his family in the original version as seen in my fic ‘Broken Wings’).

5. With Jon, the then 4 year old was curious and quickly ecstatic of having a big brother to be around, like having a brand new friend. Chris was very first was a tad nervous around Jon, afraid to hurt or scare him away with his background and where he came from. But over the course of the first few weeks of staying over, Chris started clicking with Jon all too easily as they bonded with numerous brotherly things they did together, helped along by Clark being there for the both.

Then there’s Conner, who first emerged at least in the timeline around when Chris and Jon were 7 and 5 respectively in the aftermath of the emergence and defeat of Doomsday (Clark himself actually survived this encounter but he was left in critical condition and taken to a hospital. However the press had claimed of Superman being killed in the process and Clark had lost his powers for a good while. It was in the period between this Doomsday encounter and Clark’s powers being restored did Conner, Steel, Eradicator and Cyborg Superman arise to fill in for his role).

Conner had thought of Chris like someone that embodies the awkward nature of his relationship with Clark, in that Clark was so quick to take in this unrelated child yet with him there seems being some sort of rift from the get go. Conner can understand where that rift comes from but it still annoyed him a bit. He didn’t wanna break Chris and Jon’s hearts though so he accepts looking over them whenever Clark, Lois and Kara were extra busy.

During these times they stay with him, mainly at Martha and Pa’s place at Smallville, he finds a sort of kinship with the boys. The fact they look up to him as a big superhero and are awe of his own tales of hero work while being all the cool certainly helps. Sure he twitches every time they refer to him as ‘Superboy’ instead of ‘Superman’ but it’s the thought and appreciation that truly counts. It’s about weeks of doing this and having the bond firmly in place when Conner begins to think of maybe….making these two as cool as him one day, as he’ll show them the right way of being a superhero.

6. Since both Hamilton County and Bludhaven can get a good amount of snow fall and frozen lakes that are available for skating, making snow angels, building snow replicas of Haley and Krypto and even some hockey on said frozen lakes with their siblings are what I envision Chris and Jake doing in December, let alone the winter

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #mari grayson #connor kent #jonathan samuel kent #clark kent #tw mental health #cw ptsd #cw anxiety #sfw #winter

[gleefullydabbles]

South Africa’s West Coast National Park; a lesson in stumbling well

From 2022- 2023, I spent a year in Cape Town through the Princeton in Africa Fellowship program. During those sunny days between Table and Lion’s Head Mountain, I visited West Coast National Park twice. The first time was filled with mistakes, mishaps, and silly American tourist vibes, but in the end, the missteps were steps forward, nonetheless. I did look up the park on the computer before our trip; I was excited at the sight of the miles and miles of untouched flower fields, excited for the potential for Instagram greatness. I grabbed my best friend and booked an Uber, sure that those were the only two ingredients for another great CPT adventure. Boy, did I miss a few things. For one, my timing was less than perfect. I had a pool party at my place planned for the same day; I was moving out of my scenic suburban neighborhood (more on that later) to head back to OBZ, and wanted to commemorate the time I spent just below the glorious Table Mountain by gathering a few close friends with a few Savannahs. Meaning, this trip to the park had to go seamlessly. But as I find often with life, there were many, many seams. For one, Just as we arrived at the park and waited in the long line of cars full of families, we found out the hard way that there was no walking allowed in the park, which was not said on the park website (or maybe its in fine print somewhere). So we had to call back our Uber driver who was already miles away at this point, which lost us about a half an hour. After waiting in line for a second time, we bought our tickets, and one for the Uber driver, and finally enjoyed the splendor of the West Coast National Park. But, I couldn’t truly enjoy it. While I was amongst the most beautiful fields of purple, yellow, and orange wildflowers, a scene that was only open to the public for two months out of the year, my mind was on the time. While I tried to let go and enjoy the fields and the flowers and my friend, the clouds of worry just wouldn’t leave my mind. I was hosting a party in just a few hours all my friends would be outside my house waiting for me, how could I relax and smell the flowers when we still had to stop at the grocery store? Preoccupied, ill-prepared, and anxious to be the perfect hostess, none of my pictures came out good. We hit a ton of traffic coming home, but managed to rush to the grocery store and arrive at my front door with only two of my party guests arriving on time, chatting on a tree stump outside. The party was a hit. My new friends, coworkers, and favorite barista united for a fun night of “deep chats”, and I felt loved and accomplished for having spent a year with people who get me. But I couldn’t have that be my last time amongst those flower fields. A month later me and the bestie tried again, this time armed with experience. We left our home before the park even opened. I packed three different cameras, determined to capture South Africa’s splendor in all her glory. With time to take our time, we explored the park, stopping to admire herds of horned animals, and even parking our car to let a turtle pass on the road. We sat on the beach, modeled with bags of special South African snacks, and sported our shiny plastic sunglasses. We posed amongst the flowers, commemorating what was truly the best year of my life thus far, right before I headed to the airport. I would not have gotten to this wonderful point without having the gall to be naive and gung-ho the first time. Even though I still struggle with being okay with making mistakes, this experience taught me how necessary they are in ultimately finding your footing. Mistakes are progress. And progress is good. So like I said, missteps are steps nonetheless. 

#cape town #western cape #south africa #black travel #travel photography #travel blog #flowers

[sammywolfgirl]

for the character headcanon thing, why not Stardust?

My boy!!!

Stardust Cookie

Sexuality Headcanon: AroAce, idk exactly where on the spectrum but definitely closer to the ‘no thank you’ part and ‘not really recognizing romantic signs’ spectrum

Gender Headcanon: I really haven’t though about this one and neither has he! But mask pronouns he likes. Maybe it was less a gender he was assigned and more pronouns he started using because they ‘felt right’ idk take that as you will

A ship I have with said character: none, unless stardust x therapy counts. I don’t really like him being shipped romantically honestly

A BROTP I have with said character: space doughnut is his BEST FRIEND they are BUDDIES they are going to eat SNACKS and have ADVENTURES!

A NOTP I have with said character: i just don’t like any ships with him but uh, I guess any where he’s shipped with an ambiguously aged character? Like sherbet or space doughnut. I don’t know about you but I see sherbet as a teen at best and space doughnut as a kid so yeah HARD NOPE FROM ME.

A random headcanon: he has the potential to become a full blown elemental legendary one day! But he’s more focused on figuring himself out first before even considering any training arcs. Also he makes bird noises sometimes

General Opinion over said character: my boy, my baby, my blorbo, my scrunkly scrimblo, I am squeezing him like a stress toy and sending him to therapy in a warm blanket.

#it me #ask meme #stardust cookie #cookie run #cookie run au