#we need a polar bear tag

[trashpandato]

Romance

Earth customs are weird. 

Kara knows this; has known it for many years. And sure, she’s spent all those years trying to learn, trying to understand what makes humans tick so she could mimic it successfully enough to not stand out. 

“Fake it til you make it”, Alex used to say, implying that if Kara spent enough time pretending, human behaviour would eventually become second nature to her.

And fake it she did. Some Earth customs were easy enough to adopt. Like wide smiles that cover up her pain, the concept of comfort foods or all-you-can-eat buffets, or even humans’ tendency to find excuses to turn any random day into some kind of celebration - Hump Day, Tax Deadline Day, Polar Bear Plunge Day, National Frozen Yogurt Day. (She’s half-convinced that most of these are inventions by Alex to confuse her, but she celebrates National Gummy Worm Day on July 15th anyway.)

But if she’s honest, a lot of the things that humans do, their customs, their rituals, still seem a little strange to Kara. Even after years of trying to understand.

Chatting up strangers, for example. On Krypton, interactions with someone not known to a person would have required some sort of intermediary, an introduction through a trusted person. If Kara had even dared to walk up to a stranger to talk to them, she would have faced discipline not just from her family but also from the broader community. When she first landed on Earth, she relied on Eliza or Alex to make introductions and felt intensely uncomfortable when kids at school would randomly talk to her. It took her a long time to believably mimic these kinds of human interactions, and if she’s honest, she still prefers an official introduction over just chatting up people out of the blue. (It’s why she was happy to tag along with Clark for her first encounter with Lena.)

Or there’s the act of blowing out candles on a birthday cake. Extinguishing light instead of keeping it burning as a means of celebration. The first time Eliza prompted Kara to blow out her candles, Kara was horrified and it took a lot of gentle reassurances from her adoptive mother to even consider partaking in this peculiar human tradition. To this day, Kara prefers her candles away from her cake and to leave them burning for as long as safely possible.

And then there are all the gestures associated with romance. With Krypton’s system of arranged pairings based on compatibility across a number of important factors, there was no need to wine and dine anyone. She could remember her parents showing affection for each other, but there was never any ritualized approach to romantic moments. Humans, on the other hand, humans have rules about dates, about which flowers are appropriate to give to someone and when, about who pays the bill at the fancy restaurant, about slow-dancing and little gifts and how many feelings to reveal and when. 

It’s a lot to keep track of and confusing, and all the romance movies in the world cannot prepare Kara for her first official date with Lena.

She shows up with plumerias, because she knows Lena likes those and she knows, knows, that she’s supposed to bring flowers. But then Lena has tears in her eyes as soon as Kara hands them over, and she’s also wearing this dress that hugs her body in ways that make Kara’s higher brain function fizzle out. So she doesn’t protest when Lena pulls her inside with her hands fisted into the lapels of Kara’s suit jacket, follows Lena’s lead when she pushes her against the kitchen island and kisses her senseless, and finds herself naked and sweaty in Lena’s bed not long after that.

When Kara’s stomach rumbles a couple of hours later and Lena calls to have some food delivered, Lena chuckles.

“We kind of did this all backwards.”

Kara frowns. “How so?”

“Well,” Lena leans in and presses her lips close to Kara’s ear, making her shiver, “usually, the clothes come off after the fancy dinner.”

“You humans have a lot of rules about romance,” Kara huffs, and Lena laughs.

“I suppose we do. But I’m happy to break every single one of them with you, Kara Zor-El.”

#supercorp #kara x lena #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

[nanaminis]

“i think forever would be nice with you.”

synop. kunigami wants to be with you for life.

tags. fem!reader (called ma’am once), fluff fluff fluff, uh a bit of angst if u really really really squint, reader is a tease and kind of a pessimist (or maybe a realistic idk up to u), kunigami is head over heels, dont ask when this would happen in canon bc idk, not proofread

note. ngl im tired asf... if this is incoherent, im sorry. the ending is vv awkward, mb. uhhhh man idk what else to say kunigami is the sweetest boy alive. this is inspired by one of those timtok slideshows, the one thing that app has done good forme

you flop back on the sand, chest heaving up and down from trying (and failing) to race kunigami. sweat rolls down the side of your face and neck, and you can feel the gritty sand clinging to your bare feet and legs.

“tired?” he plops down on the sand beside you and reaches for your hand. his larger, thicker fingers intertwine with yours, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort you after your shameful loss.

“very,” you huff out. your lungs burn as you gulp down air. “how do you— how do you do this every week?”

he shrugs. “habit. started when i was kid, found it fun, so i kept doing it. helps me stay in shape whenever i don’t wanna go to the gym or just need some time alone.”

his free finger doodles the face of a polar bear in the sand. you smile — it’s cute how he knows how to draw that from memory.

your eyes roll to look at him. his face is shiny with sweat, and the pale moonlight softens his features, giving kunigami almost a boyish look.

there’s no one else here. just you, kunigami, and the sounds of the waves lapping against each other and the shore. the beach is clean, too. not a crumpled beer can or a plastic wrapper in sight.

“does anyone else even know this place exists?” there’s that familiar teasing lilt in your voice, but he knows you’re serious.

he scratches the back of his head. “nah. i mean, there’s the occasional fisherman or maybe some elderly couple, but i don’t think anyone our age knows about this.”

“huh.”

a pause, and the warm breeze blows across your skin, dusting the sand away.

you grin. “so you’re just gonna gatekeep this for eternity, huh?”

“what? no!” you can practically feel his cheeks heating up from here. “i didn’t wanna ruin it by bringing the wrong people here, y’know? they might trash it or somethin’.”

“and what if i trash it?”

“you won’t.” kunigami’s reply is instant, the words shooting out of his mouth and into the night’s atmosphere. “you’re special.”

whatever goofy reply you had on your tongue instantly melts, and you’re pretty sure your heart skips a beat or two. how can he say such romantic things so... so casually?

“i, uh...” he sighs and goes back to tracing shapes in the sand, his hand still holding on tightly to yours. “you wouldn’t do something like that. even if you did, i’ll be right there to clean it up.”

you push yourself up so that you’re sitting criss-cross. your entire body is facing him now. “but what if we break up? or you move away?”

“i won’t. we won’t.”

your brows knit together. “rensuke, you don’t know that.”

something is bound to happen. something always happens. nothing good lasts forever, right? he’s in blue lock, dedicating weeks at a time to train and play in tournaments to be the world’s best striker — at some point, he’s going to have to choose. you or his football career.

even to yourself, you sound pessimistic. but you just have to be honest with yourself. life isn’t a fairytale, despite kunigami being your knight in shining armor.

“i want forever with you.”

his gaze meets yours, determination burning in auburn irises. “i’m not gonna sit here and lie to you or be embarrassed about it, ‘cause it’s true.”

you blink, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

kunigami, your boyfriend of two years, wants forever with you.

it’s ridiculous, fantastical, a hundred other synonymous terms. both of you are seventeen — you have decades and decades ahead of you to decide when you want and who you’re going to spend forever with.

and he chose you.

his adam’s apple bobs, but his gaze doesn’t waver. “do you want forever with me?” his grip on your hand tightens.

“yeah.”

you don’t have to think about it. there’s nothing to think about it. it’s dumb and unrealistic, sure, but when has kunigami ever broken a promise? when has he ever lied to you?

it doesn’t take decades of being together to know that kunigami loves you with all of his heart, and you love him just the same.

your lips curl into a smile, and you can’t tell whether your vision is getting blurry from happy or sad tears. “i want forever with you.”

“okay.” he adjusts himself so that, now, both of you are facing each other. his shins touch yours, and his other hand grabs yours.

“‘okay’? that’s it? after you basically just proposed to me?” you raise an eyebrow. “with no ring, either! you could’ve gotten me a ring pop.”

kunigami chuckles, the tension seeping out of his bulky form. “sorry. i’ll get you a ring pop on the way back.”

“two ring pops, actually, and they better be the right flavor.”

“yes, ma’am.”

#﹒writing #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk #bllk fluff #blue lock kunigami #bllk kunigami #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #kunigami rensuke #kunigami x reader #kunigami x you #kunigami rensuke x reader #kunigami rensuke x you

[codisgay]

Mermen in Love

-^-^-

Mer!Poly with Male!Reader, Soap, and Ghost.

Probably some Orca inaccuracies.

Ftm!Johnny, so M!Preg warning ig.

-^-^-

It had been a big surprise when suddenly Johnny started to get... well, fat.

Obviously neither {Name} or Simon said anything about it, assuming it was just because there happened to be abundance of fish and penguins recently.

All stayed normal until Johnny suddenly awoke from his unihemispheric state, normally he slept a long eight hours but this time he was in a panic.

The entire pod went to calm the unruly orca down, Simon and {Name} having to physically restrain their mate until he calmed.

"What the 'ell was that about?" Simon questioned, rubbing Johnny’s puffy cheeks in his palms.

"There's something inside me!" He wailed, letting out a noise as he was slapped by the calf growing in his womb.

Simon and {Name} exchanged a look as Johnny wailed between them, the entire pod stopping before {Name} shooed them off to continue on their hunt while he and Simon dealed with this.

"Love... are you sure? We were careful, we always are." {Name} asked gently, not wanting to further aggravate his mate. "It could just be a stomach ache...?"

"You think I wouldn't know if I was just getting an ache?!" He snapped, whipping around to shove an accusing finger in {Name}'s face. "Answer me dammit!" Johnny yelled, shaking poor {Name} by his shoulders.

"That's not- Stop that!" Simon interjected, forcing himself between his mates. "Both of you need to calm down." He frowned, glaring at them from beneath the human skull that sat on his face.

"Now, Johnny. {Name}'s question was valid, if not a bit rude." He huffed, giving him the side eye before turning back to Johnny. "We have been safe for years, so what did we do differently this year?"

All three paused, thinking over the last season. Which had to of been at least six months ago, until {Name} and Johnny shared an embarrassed look, neither would look back at Simon.

"What? Did you two do something?" He folded his torso so he was casting and even bigger shadow over the two as he awaited an answer.

"Well," {Name} started, "me 'n Johnny might have... gone a bit longer after you went out to talk to Price." He mumbled, finally working up the courage to look his seething mate in the eyes.

"A bit longer? You both know we do this a very specific way that way Johnny doesn't have any calves, we all agreed to wait until we were ready." Simon looked almost... disappointed in the two. Shaking his head as he grumbled something to himself, his face did fall though. Looking more worried than stern.

"Look... it's too late to go back, I'm not mad. A little disappointed that you waited until he was pregnant to tell me. But I'm obviously still going to be here." He sighed, pulling the younger orcas closer to him. Gently rubbing the back of their necks to soothe the obviously bubbling anxiety.

-^-^-

Aftermath:

Joseph chirped happily, floating idly while messing with a crab on the shore until he heard the familiar bellows of his fathers return.

"Daddy!" He screeched, tackling Johnny in a hug who eagerly returned it as {Name} and Simon finished bringing over the leftovers of the polar bear carcass.

"What?! No hug for us? We're the ones who bring you food!" {Name} and Simon both exclaimed in unison, quite pouty for two full grown orcas.

Joseph, the little bugger, only giggled and started to devour as much of the carcass as his tummy could fit.

-^-^-

It's weird, normally I hate the idea of having children but this idea wouldn't leave me alone.

OH YEAH! Hey, hey, did you get the reference? Joseph? Yeah! Obviously no explanation needed since Ghost's backstory is pretty much the same, just shifted around. So their Joseph is names after his dead nephew for those who didn't know. :)

It came out a lot better than I hoped, also thank you to everyone who got my last posts to over 300 notes!! That's flipping(hehe) crazy!

Also I forget a lot of tags so those who repost with more tags, I thank you 🙏

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#mermen #Gay #cod x male reader #Cod au #simon ghost riley #modern warfare 2 #john soap mctavish #ghost x male reader #x reader #X male reader #soap x male reader

[little-silly-bear]

How to bond with your stuffies

Hi kiddos! As you know stuffies are my special interests and I loved them since I can remember, my first stuffie was a tiny polar bear and I would never forget him. I thought that maybe I could share how I bond with mine, let me know if you like these tips and if you have more feel free to share it in the comments!

Pick the stuffie that you feel an instant connection with! I used to buy tons of stuffies just for aesthetic or to fill my room with them as a compulsive result of anxiety but when I stopped and I selected those that I felt connected with everything got better. Take it as choosing friends, having less sometimes it's better because you'll have more deep relationship

If you have stuffies that you never play with or don't feel a connection anymore, donate them! They'll be happy to be forever friends with kids that don't have much, kiss them in the head and send them to their mission, they'll be grateful of your kindness!

Now if you have a stuffie that you share a special connection with make a list for them, likes and Dislikes, favorite seasons, favorite foods, their dreams and their story before finding you! This will help you connect with them more and they'll feel seen by you!

Sleep with them for at least a week (I say a week because I rotate my stuffies to not make them jealous) they'll feel safe and important to you! If you don't have space you can make a mini bed next to yours using a shoe box and a blanket!

Understand their purpose! Every stuffie has a purpose, some are here to protect you from bad thoughts, others from nightmares and anxiety, others are here to help you stim, the possibilities are endless! Make a space in your journal with purposes and jobs and organize it with your stuffies! They're happy to help!

Include them in your life! I know that is not always possible but when you can you should try! Watching TV together, walking outside, baking cookies, having breakfast, Cartoons time, Sunday bath time, everything is a good opportunity to bond, they would love to be included give it a try!

Dress them! Sometimes they need to feel pampered too! You can buy some clothes for them or you can add glasses or a friendship bracelet! If you can't do any of these things just cleaning them and then brushing their fur would be an amazing act of love! Taking care of things is how we show love!

That's it for today! I hope you liked this post and if you have more ideas please please pleaseeeee share in the comments so I can use them too!! Have a fantastic day kiddos, I send you a big warm hug!!!

Remember that you CAN like and reblog but you CAN'T repost even with credits or use the tag #mine under this post!

#agere #sfw agere #age regression #ageregression #agere community #cglre #cglre community #mine #age regression community #agedre #agedre community #kidzspace #babyzspace #toddlerzspace

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Isekaied Reversed Pt. 4 ✦ 」

↳ Its been a few days since the Yaksha, Xiao, came home. During his stay, you've been busy trying to teach him modern etiquette, technology and as well, fashion. Surprisingly he learns quite quickly although, at points his stubbornness can be an obstacle.

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<; Day 1 >

The day after your fantasies became a reality, you decided it was time to teach him about the modern era. For the first day, you decided that it was important to inform him how bland this world actually was. For instance, visions, monsters and rulers. At first the usually all-knowing adeptus was quite confused and lost.

How could their be no Archons? Why didn't people own visions even though there was a God? If there weren't any monsters, why did they need excessive police?

So as a helpful world-guide, you informed him of all the answers to his questions and doubts.

"So in summary..you're world is overruled by a God instead of Celestia. Instead of seven nations, you have 195 nations..which then have uh..countries—Cities? And their ruled by different leaders who aren't Gods..?"

You nodded, scratching your neck tiredly, "Yep, but thats not even half of it all. Theres more politic factors that play into this world and it's system.." You sighed, already knowing that explaining all of it would be a pain. "—and not to mention, some of their systems suck a-" You cut your mumbling off, clearing your throat.

"Anyways, we can get into the deeper stuff later, today is just about the basics—like currency and some basic laws."

Xiao shook his head as he crossed his arms. "Tell me how all of this would help in returning me back?"

You eternally groaned as you had briefly forgotten about that problem. "Well, finding a way to send you back isn't an overnight project—it will probably take time. In the meanwhile, you need to know how this world works in order to er-fit in? And trust me, you'd want to cause right now, you stick out like a polar bear in the summer."

The adeptus gave you a questioning look but shook his head once more, deciding it would be best to keep his mouth shut.

< Day 2 >

When the second day arrived, you began to teach him about modern technology. You showed many examples such as cars, Tv's, microwaves, temperature remotes as well as showing how to use different devices. Seeing him struggle turned to be much more amusing than you originally thought to be.

"A computer...? So you're saying someone can just do...anything on it?" Xiao quizzed, inspecting the bright screen of the device. You nodded proudly, "basically, it's like the terminal akasha." You compared, thinking of the best possible way that would make sense.

"Anyways, yes, you can do anything on it that's virtual. Unless you use the device itself as a weapon then well uh.."

Xiao nodded, "I see."

...

You quite regretted showing Xiao the physics of a computer as you could hear it playing videos and random sounds all night. You would've scolded him if it weren't for the fact you remembered that adeptus' didn't need sleep much like humans.

Eternally groaning, you rolled over and stuff your face into the comfort of your pillow.

...

The next morning, you had a small mental crises on how horrendous you looked—puffy eyes, dark eye bags, frizzy hair..

Dear God..

< Day 4 >

Yay! You skipped a day! If you're wondering why then heres the summary;

For the whole of the third day you couldn't get the yaksha to divert from the computer or TV. When you eventually managed to persuade him away from it, he'd ignore your whole existence with a pout. So thus, you took the day off from teachings and let him do his thing.

However on day 4, when Xiao finally regained his sense of duty and why he was even here, you started teaching up about fashion which ultimately led to...Mall trip!

'Hah...my bank account's decreasing every day...'

"Alright err...Xiao?" Was it informal to address him by his name? Ehhh you'll figure that out later.

"Alright, we're at the mall. In summary, a mall is a big plaza with many stalls but more modern."

"Oh! And don't worry about spendings, it's on me." You smiled as the guardian nodded.

You sighed as your head looked to the ground. "-but you'll need to repay me with a fixed door." You muttered grudgingly.

Xiao merely nodded once more before starting to walk around the area, ignoring the minor judgemental and simpful stares that stray his way.

It wasn't long until a group of teenage girls with an array of cropped and baggy clothing came rushing towards the two of you—well, more towards Xiao.

You couldn't help but feel anxious—one could even say jealous, as you watched the adeptus get swarmed by the needy high school fangirls who were gawking over him.

"Can we get a picture with you? Your cosplay is slaying so hard-" One of them asked, smiling like as if she won the lottery.

Xiao furrowed his brows in discomfort. "No, sorry. I'm busy as at the moment." He retorted sternly, not wanting to be center of attention. "Oh my God! You even sound and act like him!" The same girl replied, ignoring his clear discomfort.

Not wanting to socialize but seeing that he'd have barely any way out of it as, concerningly, people are much more narcissistic and persistant these days.

Thus you went over towards the group, interrupting their one sided conversation as you cleared your throat. "I see the shop over there, we probably should get going." You pointed towards the modern silver font sign with the metal letters of, 'H&M'. The adeptus, seeming to get the que, nodded as he walked towards you, not sparing the girls one glance.

As you walked one of them just had to say something.

"Jeez, she didn't have to be so bitchy, kinda a pick me honestly..." one of the girls muttered to her friends who you faintly heard chuckle.

You just rolled your eyes, not wanting to continue the conflict. "Such cowards, can't even say it to my face." You huffed following beside Xiao.

The adeptus glanced at your irritated state though only shook his head. "You mortals are weird. Why should you care about their opinions, especially if it's one coming from a little shit?" He questioned, his gaze staying in front of him.

You paused, looking at him wide eyed.

The adeptus, noticing your absent presence beside him turned a slight and saw your shocked expression. "What?"

"You just sweared?" You stared dumbfounded.

Xiao looked confusingly before understanding, shaking his head. "well in Teyvat, we have will to swear and say profanities but many refrain from doing so, and i'm guessing the 'gum-play' and code? From this world may also be a benefiting factor."

You made a 'ah' sound before shrugging. "probably."

The two of you entered the store as your journey for clothing has finally begun.

'i'm officially going broke...'

...

After a few painful yet inquisite long hours in the mall, the both of you were heading back to your car, ready to leave.

Unfortunately, your hands were struggling halfway out of the mall as the bags' weight was started to wear down your strength.

Your hands felt quite sore and you swore you saw a finger turn a dark hue of magenta..

"Give one to me."

You looked over to your side as Xiao held out his hand.

You rolled your eyes, "nuh uh, you already have a bag. Plus, I offered to get this stuff so in courtesy. i'm carrying it." You informed, a grin etching your face but soon was replace with struggle.

While shopping, you may have gotten a bit side-tracked and bought more than what you needed—overall, ending up with the both of you having to carry 3 bags in total.

Xiao huffed, "it's not a offer, you look like you're struggling and it will only make you slow." He informed, his brows furrowing.

'thanks for the confidence.' You mentally rolled your eyes once more before reluctantly handing over one of the bags.

...

Finally arriving home, you settled your new buys down and offered to clean the yaksha's clothes. More or less because you didn't want him stinking up the apartment/house and dragging dirt throughout it.

He hesitantly agreed before trying to change into the new clothes. Keyword, trying.

Somehow he managed to tangle himself with the shirt and you having to help him, but of coarse, you averted your eyes away from the scene and gave him verbal instructions.

...

Setting down the plates, you then unfroze the left over foods in the microwave.

Once the food was hot and steamy, you set it down on the table as the adeptus stared at it, puzzled. "What is this?"

"It's called pizza." You informed him, taking a slice for yourself.

"Pi-tza?" He questioned, staring at the slice of cheese and tomato covered crust.

"mhm-" Your head shot up, "wait, can you even eat flour—tomatos or cheese? You questioned. In game the only food he could have, lore wise, was almond tofu.

(HELP- I haven't played genshin in so long, I forgot exactly if he couldn't eat other things or if he just was doing it by his own preference...Oh well for plot purpose)

The adeptus nodded a yes, before hesitantly picking the slice up—taking a bite.

It was nothing like he ever tasted—almost on par with almond tofu. Actually, it's been so long since he had something other than the same dish which was most likely why the food's taste was enhanced. Either way, he loved it, the sauce gave off a perfect acidity while the cheese creamed it down. The crust was cooked just right and the toppings just brought the whole thing together.

You felt quite happy as his eyes lit up, practically munching the whole thing down.

"Jeez, slow down, theres more slices, plus you can choke" You chuckled.

...

As the day came to an end, you couldn't help but realized how happy you felt. It's been a while since you had company over so the change was nice.

Looking over towards Xiao who was peacefully sitting outside, a small smile graced upon your lips. How you wished this feeling could last forever...

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A/N: Jeez, I need to post more often :(..Sorry for not posting, i've been busy lately with being sick and then having missing assignments and then having a busy weekend after. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!! It was quite long :')

Please, if you have any, leave any feedback as it could really help me improve. And, especially if the stories going to fast or the relationship between the two is too quick, please let me know so I can try amking alterations.

With that being said, thank you so much for reading and have a good day/night! ^^

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[ Masterlist ]

#x reader #xiao #gender neutral reader #oneshot #genshin #scenerios #genshin impact #genshin imagines #xiao genshin impact #gender neutral y/n #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n

[socialfakes]

the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 2; part 4: ziggy & copacabana

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

nico hischier x fem!reader

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yourinstagram | as promised, here is proof that i still have ziggy 😊 and to make sure he’s not lonely, we got stardust (his new brother) ❤   tagged: lhughes_06, trevorzegras

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trevorzegras i never had a doubt 😊 and did you say ‘we’ then tag luke? 🧐  | yourinstagram yeah he was with me when i bought the polar bear  | trevorzegras so that would make him the father?  | yourinstagram if he’s the father of stardust, does that make you the father of ziggy? 🤨  | trevorzegras you’re damn right it does!😏 | yourinstagram i have full custody ❤

nicohischier ziggy has bed privileges & it’s insane 😂  | yourinstagram someone sounds jealous 😉❤

jackhughes ziggy & stardust? really?  | yourinstagram yeah. got a problem? 😂

lhughes_06 we agreed on shared custody, right?  | yourinstagram luke, you live in the room across from mine. there's no point in shared custody 😂

_quinnhughes guess i'm gonna have to get you a stuffed animal so you won’t forget me 👀  | yourinstagram i could never forget you ❤

user14 are you back with luke and jack?  | yourinstagram yes. got back today

user07 what’s it like living with 2 of the hottest guys ever?  | yourinstagram it’s chaotic 😂 just kidding. they’re literally the best 😊

bboeser we miss you already over on the west coast 😔

user05 these are the cutest stuffed animals i have ever seen 😍

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yourinstagram | alexa, play copacabana 🎶🥥   tagged: jackhughes, _quinnhughes

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jackhughes can’t tell if you like the picture or if you’re making fun of us  | yourinstagram always making fun of you specifically jack 😉

lhughes_06 where was i?  | yourinstagram inside the whole time probably  | lhughes_06 right 🙄

elblue6 I love that song!

bboeser a lake house memory?  | yourinstagram yes sir

user03 they’re so cute omg  | yourinstagram for real

user12 please post more hughes content. It seems like you have the best pics of them 😊  | yourinstagram lucky for you I have a whole folder on my phone filled with blackmail pictures of not only them, but some of our friends as well 😉

colecaufield this was my first summer at the lake house 😊

jamie.drysdale you’re lame  | yourinstagram well ouch 🥺😔💔

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yourinstagram | trying to figure out how to become a palm tree 🌴🤔

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bboeser i'm sorry, WHAT?!?

_quinnhughes tf? should we be concerned?

jackhughes you know i support you in everything you do but i think i need to draw the line somewhere 😂

lhughes_06 i'll join you in this journey 🌴

nicohischier your humor is top tier, babe ❤

user12 we should be concerned, right?

tdemko30 what are you going on about now? thought you were trying to figure out how to become a leprechaun 😂

trevorzegras wow that’s wild y/n

elblue6 you okay sweetie? 😲

user08 love how luke supports her and ellen is genuinely concerned 😂

jamie.drysdale all that coconut water has gone to your head darling 🙃

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#fake social media #instagram au #hockey player social media #nhl #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jamie drysdale #jack hughes #trevor zegras #new jersey devils #hughes brothers #nj devils #friends to lovers

[crybabylulu]

Short skirt (sugar mama Lin Beifong x sugar baby reader)

Minors just go away 🤣

Lin takes her favorite girl shopping and things get a little spicy when they get home. Also special guest Asami and Korra are here 💖 (I’m tempted to do an Asami cosplay I feel like 1. Id look hot asf and 2. My bf would be drooling)

“This is the eighth store love.” Lin said with a sigh. “I'm not leaving till I find a short skirt in my size.” I said. “Do you really need it?” Lin asked. I turned away from the rack and looked at Lin. “Summer is starting and I’m not gonna just wear shorts and dresses all summer. I need more in my closet.” I told her. “You mean my closet.” Lin said. I glared at her while she smirked. “You know I can always go back to my old apartment building.” I said and stuck out my tongue. Lin gently grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks. “That’s not our arrangement.” Lin said.

I shrugged. I’m chief Beifong’s sugar baby and we agreed that I live with her, go on dates, help her keep the house clean, make lunch for her and of course have sex with her. I can’t complain because I get shopping trips and anything else I want. I get shown off as if I’m her girlfriend but I’m not. I’m just her sugar baby nothing more nothing less but I won’t lie I enjoy my time with Lin a lot. Lin let go of my face and I went back to looking for skirts. I felt like I was looking for hours. I mean I have been but now I’m just over it! I’ve been finding a lot of other cute things that I of course I picked up but still not what I’m looking for.

I’m gonna lose my mind. “Come here.” Lin said and dragged me over to a table. I looked at the table and they were full of skirts. I scanned the skirts and picked up a few. Lin grabbed a black one and handed it to me, I took it from her. Reading the tag it said it was mine and I pulled at it to see if it stretched and it did but not by a lot but more than enough for me. I let Lin hold it for me while I grabbed a few more in different styles. When I was done we made our way to the register. Lin paid for everything of course and we definitely don’t need to talk about how much money was spent.

As we made our way out the store I saw Asami and Korra. Korra was holding a lot of bags. I assume they are on a shopping trip like us. “Asami!” I called. Asami turned her head to my direction and she smiled real big. “Hey!” She shouted. We ran to each other and hugged. “I’m glad I caught you, I’m having a party next week. You guys have to be there.” Asami said with a big smile on her face. “Of course we’ll be there.” I told her. Asami and I continued to talk some more. “I see you got sucked into a shopping trip as well.” I heard Korra say to Lin. Lin just huffed. “The things we do for love.” Korra said.

Asami laughed at Korra’s comment. “You know I love you very much.” Asami told Korra then gave her a kiss. I felt a slight twinge in my heart. Korra and Asami love each other more than anything and everything they do is out of love and yes I’m jealous. I can’t help it. “We should go to lunch.” Asami said and grabbed my hand. “We should.” I agreed. “I know that’s not a badger mole stuffed animal hanging out your bag.” Korra teased. “Oh hush leave me be.” I said. “Aww that’s so cute, I need to find a polar bear dog stuffed animal.” Asami said. “You should! It would be so cute for you to have.” I said.

Asami looked at Korra. “It’ll be our baby.” Asami laughed. I gasped and looked at Lin. “No.” Lin said. “Yes, this badger mole is our baby and we have to figure out a name for her.” I told Lin. Lin sighed. “What restaurant are we eating at? I'm starving over here.” Korra told us. “Oh right umm where do you guys wanna go?” I asked. “We’re going to the noodle shop near my job.” Lin said and grabbed my hand to drag me away. “See you guys there!” I called as Lin dragged me away. Once the bags were put in the backseat we got into the car and I sat in the passenger seat.

“Thank you for taking me shopping.” I said sweetly then kissed her cheek. “You’re welcome hon.” Lin told me as she started up her car. As Lin drove she kept her hand on my thigh, sometimes she drew little circles or just rubbed my thigh. She gave me butterflies and I loved it. Every touch made my heart melt. I kept stealing glances at Lin. “What is it love?” She asked me. “Nothing, just looking at your beautiful face.” I said. She just smiled. She’s just so hot. I looked away because I could feel myself getting horny. I don’t know what it is about this woman but she drives me crazy.

Lin parked outside the shop then got out of the car, I unbuckled myself while she walked over to my side. She opened the door for me and helped me out. “Thank you baby.” I said. Lin nodded and held my hand. We entered the little shop and saw Korra and Asami waiting at a table. “I’m surprised we beat you guys here.” Asami said. “You know Lin has to drive the speed limit.” I teased. “Maybe you need to start driving.” Korra said. “I’m a passenger princess, I don't drive.” I said. “I’ll teach you.” Korra said. “Absolutely not.” Lin said sternly.

“Oh come on, Lin , I'm an excellent driver.” Korra said. “You drive eighty miles per hour.” Lin said. “I’ll teach you.” Asami said. “You ran over Mako.” Lin said. “I apologized.” Asami said. I laughed. “Then you teach her.” Korra said. “I’m too busy.” Lin said. “I feel like she’d yell at me a lot.” I said. “Oh yeah she definitely will.” Korra said. “Did you figure out a name for your baby?” Asami asked. “No, what do you think I should name her?” I asked. “Name her noodle.” Korra suggested. “No name her tea.” Asami said. I gasped. “I got it! Her name is Detective Tofu Noodle.” I said.

“I love that.” Asami gushed. “Detective?” Lin asked. “Do you have a problem?” I asked. “I’m just confused on how your little badger mole became a detective.” Lin said. “She’s our daughter and she just wants to be like her big brother Mako.” I said. “Stop saying Mako is my son.” Lin sighed. “Ok but he’s called you mom like three times and you didn’t get upset.” Korra said. “Exactly.” I said. Lin rolled her eyes. When it came time to order I let Lin order for me. She knows what I like and I just like her taking control like this.

After our lunch double date we went home and I decided to try on the black skirt Lin picked out. I slipped it on and it fit perfectly. “Wow.” I said. I went out to the living room to show Lin. “Baby look,” I stood in front of her. “You look good.” Lin told me as she looked me up and down. “I’m gonna go try on the others.” I said as I turned around and walked back to the room. Before I could grab another skirt I felt a hand grab my ass. “Lin.” I gasped. “Take these off.” Lin said as she reached under my skirt and started to pull down my underwear. I helped her take off my panties.

I reached to take off my skirt but Lin stopped me. “No, keep that on.” She told me. I raised a brow. “On the bed, ass up.” Lin commanded. I did as told and as soon as I got into position I felt my skirt go up and then a harsh slap on my ass. I let out a loud moan. “Spread your legs some more.” Lin told me. Once my legs were spreaded more Lin’s tongue swiped at my folds. “Mmm baby.” I let out a soft moan. As she ate me out she spanked me. “Oh fuck Lin.” I whined out.

#sugar mama lin beifong #chief of police lin beifong #lin is fine asf #tlok lin #lin beifong x reader #legend of korra #asami sato #korrasami #korra x asami

[spacedykez]

violence? WOOO!! lifesteal.

so, you heard about a silly little server called lifesteal. maybe u wanna try watching it. well what if i told u that we here at lifestealblr have put together a helpful guide to help you succumb to the poisons start watching the server?? join us we are very normal

so! lifesteal! first, a summary. lifesteal is a server where when u die, you lose a heart off your permanent health bar. when you kill another player you gain a heart. heres a list to sum it up:

dying loses you a heart

killing someone else gains you a heart

losing all your hearts = dead and gone from the series, unless youre revived

you can revive dead players through gay sex crafting a special item

you can withdraw hearts from your healthbar and give them to other players

still have questions? heres a better explanation. ok moving on

lifesteal smp has FOUR seperate seasons so far!! the players are the same, give or take a few people. so, where to start?

first, you don't need to watch the seasons in order. you don't need to know anything about previous seasons to watch lifesteal. start with whatever season you want!! that being said, i'd advise starting on season three or season four (the current season) as they are the most popular.

anyways, if you want to just start watching: here is the link to the playlist containing every lifesteal video on youtube, seasons 1-4 here is the link to the playlist containing every season 3 lifesteal video here is the link to the playlist containing every season 4 lifesteal video

[thank you to @a4g and @aroaceacacia for creating and maintaining the lifesteal s1-4 & lifesteal s3 and the lifesteal s4 playlists, respectively]

HOWEVER

if you'd like to start out slow, pick one lifestealer and start watching them!! honestly, the best way to get into it is just to find a guy (or ten) that you like watching and watch their videos!

a note- i am tagging the user who created each propaganda post so that if people change their urls, you will still be able to find the post. theyre definitely NOT the lifestealers themselves lol. also, some of these are not finished! however this has been sitting in my drafts for six months and i need to post it for my own mental health

i should make this a google docs actually. might do that sometime if i get motivation. but anyways, without further ado:

looking for redstone? mrcube (@tater-noodle)

want to feed the adhd? no rlly if u want adhd fuel watch ashswag (@cherubium)*

ever wanted to see capitalist technoblade? reddoons (@bearandhoney-com)

do you want a new cringefail streamer? itzsubz (@rendogdomesticated)

what about a paranoid escape master? rekrap (@vanivanvanilla)

loyalty and storylines to get invested in? leowook (@totallynotrico)

everyone's favorite special little guy? planetlord (@getwoold)

want gay people or pranks? then go watch branzy (@pacificseaotter)

the server's best PVPer? clownpierce [NEEDED] (NOT TAKEN)

1/3 of a whole idiot on a permanent YouTube grind? baconwaffles (@aroaceacacia)

local bird man done with everyone's shit? parrot (@getwoold)

the local funky hand guy? roshambo (@techno-in-a-boat)

background character incarnate? poafa (@simply-scrolling)

the special little guy who can and will kill you? spepticle (@cogmented)

quirky smiley guy who'll kill you? princezam (@vanivanvanilla)

incomprehensible violence! mapicc! (@cogmented)

sillay liddol guy? Creechur™️? pangi [NEEDED] (NOT TAKEN)

DRAGON GUYY!!! vortexdragon. (@vanivanvanilla)

lifesteal's local polar bear? woogie (@tater-noodle)

stuborrn, endearing guy who likes a challenge? jaron (@aroaceacacia)

cringefail foxboy streamer? vitalasy (@rendogdomesticated)

the walking pride flag guy? spoke (@a4g)

"annoying little brother" but endearing? mcclutch!! (@simply-scrolling)

chaotic rascal who loves doing events? midmystic!! (@xxswagcorexx)

awesome visuals and serious storylines? terrain!! (@cherubium)

*my girlfriend's favorite lifestealer and approved by multiple friends of mine with adhd. i really do recommend him just in general.

also, please do go check out the blog of everyone who helped me with this, they're all amazing!!!

#lifesteal smp #lifesteal #lssmp #<--mostly 4 my own categorization #the otter splashes #moths lifesteal project #the otter advertises

[thatbanditqueen]

Basic Training Ch 2

This is a new Elvis Fan Fic set during his basic training at Fort Hood WIP I am playing around with for the summer. Comment, reblog , tag and let me know what you think or if you would like to be added to the taglist.

Thanks to my ever alpha @whositmcwhatsit who read the rough draft and made it so much better. Thanks Jader Gator. I love you and I think you know that I go between being so in awe of your writing that it is paralyzing to being inspired to write just to get close to what you create.

There are so many good writers in our fandom, and I am lucky to be friends with a little group of horny elvis witches who put up with me, answer my random questions and help me figure out narrative roadblocks, so thanks, as ever, to my sister wives @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis for helping me write. You guys are so talented I feel lucky to breathe your air, you teach me everything.

Summary: Elvis surprises Bess at her office to thank her and gets to know some of the other women on post.

Word Count: 4.9 K

Warnings: None. Swear words? Handsy charming naughty Elvis?

I have formulas, tropes, motifs that I always go back to consciously or unconsciously.... whatever... as I was naming this chapter I realized how chapter two is always about the nicknames..... Here we go...

If you need to catch up, read Chapter 1: I Don't Date Soldiers here

Basic Training Chapter 2: Lil Moo Moo & Tupelo

Wednesday, April 2, 1958

1715 Hours (5:15 p.m.)

Fort Hood Front Office

“Oh, give me Burt Lancaster any day over Elvis Presley.”

Mabel’s eyes didn’t leave her work as she said this, not even when she placed her cigarette in the ashtray on her desk, the keys on her typewriter plunking up and down in her glasses’ reflection as she typed. Unflappable and wry, Mabel was a career civil servant with the commemorative lapel pins to match each milestone from her twenty six years and counting career at Fort Hood. Her light green metal desk was set in the center of the large outer room in the base’s front office, right in front of the CO’s door. Bess’s desk was to the right, across from the XO’s secretary Rose, who left everyday right at five o’clock on the dot. 

The other two women Bess shared an office with were almost polar opposites. Rose worked punctually from eight to five every day, while Mabel was always the first to arrive between 6:45 and 7, and often the last to leave, determined to stay on post until the CO left. 

Bess fell somewhere in-between, arriving most days with her father at 8 a.m. and then pushing him to leave as early as possible. But with her father out of town, Bess was mistress of her own destiny; a mistress who apparently couldn’t bear to leave until the final details for an awards ceremony tomorrow afternoon were hammered out. 

Which is why she was perched on the corner of Mabel’s desk at 5:15, or at least it had been before Dori arrived. Waiting for her father, the CO, to return from inspections, Dori had turned the conversation to her favorite topic of late: her quest to meet Elvis Presley. Tonight she was specifically wondering if he would come to the MWR dance that weekend. This had prompted Mabel's unsolicited preference for the tall, athletic physique of Burt Lancaster.

Dori giggled. “How many times did you see From Here to Eternity when it was in theaters, huh Mabel?”

“More than I’d care to admit, Ms. Crenshaw.” Mabel lowered her bifocals as she hit her typewriter keys slowly, looking down every few seconds at some hand written notes. “And every time they play it on TV or show it here.”

“And how many times did you see Jailhouse Rock, huh, Bess?” Dori teased.

Bess blushed. “Only once.”

Mabel paused her typing and picked up her cigarette again. “I have the feeling Bess has turned sour on those Presley pictures. You should have seen her last week, damn near punched a dent in her desk after a reporter ran her off the road.”

“Ah, no, Bess loves Elvis.” Dori checked her lipstick before putting her compact back into her purse. “She’s lying too. I remember seeing Jailhouse Rock with you and the soldier on duty said you’d been to our sweet 'lil ol base theater every night that week.”

Bess fixed Dori with a grimace, mumbling defensively. “That was Loving You, and I only saw it three times. People were talking through it the first two times.” She shifted, rolling her thigh over Mabel’s desk as she balanced herself. “I didn’t care for Jailhouse Rock, though, kinda thought the main character was a jerk.“

“Oh honey, that’s what made it so good.” Dori’s high voice vaulted up the ceiling “Don’t you just find him scrum-diddly-umptious actin’ all tough and mean, but then being hung up on his lil ole manager the whole time?”

Bess straightened the stack of files on her lap.

“No, Dori, I don’t care for quiet, mean, brooding types who can’t just be a man and tell me how they feel, playin' mind games instead. And, as for Elvis, honestly I can take him or leave him. There are twenty thousand men on this base.” Bess straightened her ponytail, balancing her files on her lap as she spoke. “Why, I could find you ten Mississippi tall boys who can play gee- tar and yodel at you before mail call is done…”

Bess’ voice trailed off when she noticed Dori gasp and cover her mouth with her hand, eyes wide with shock as she smacked Bess’ knee. Mabel whistled low, her eyes quickly fixing on her typewriter as Bess shifted around on the big desk.

“What? What is it….” Bess’ jaw fell open and dropped her files to the ground. She felt them slip over her skirt on their way, unable to stop them, it was as if she had forgotten how to use her hands. No, all she could do was cringe with embarrassment at Elvis’ downward smirk as his eyes flitted up to look at her.

“Oh cluck a fuck, I mean fuck a duck - I mean, oh cluck!” Bess heard herself cry out reflexively, then remembering how to move, she scrambled to pick up her papers. She was grateful for Dori’s unflappable poise as the blonde hopped over Bess’ hunched body on the ground and introduced herself to Elvis, adding:

“Please excuse my friend there, she flunked outta finishin’ school.”

Bess watched Elvis kiss Dori’s extended hand with mild amusement as she squealed and smiled and unleashed her excitement onto him, her hand already on his chest.

“I been prayin’ every day to run into you, Elvis - Oh, may I call you Elvis?”

“Yessum, I -”

“Oh good! See, I knew we’d be great friends, I just knew we would! I have been all over this base hopin’ to run into you. Why, we’re all just pleased as punch ta have ya round here, aren’t we?”

She turned to see Bess still on all fours, curly brown hair half loose from her ponytail, while behind her Mabel looked up and grunted softly in salutation before continuing to type. 

Mabel’s cranky glare and Bess’ antics on the floor did not create the mood Dori had envisioned for her first meeting with Elvis Presley. She looked down and her broad smile wavered for a moment as she realized the top button of Bess’ shirt was undone, revealing her bra completely. Dori’s painted pink lips popped as she nudged Bess with the tip of her heel and whispered through her teeth.

“Stand up, Bess honey, fo-ar gawd’s sake, ya shirt!”

Bess jumped up, fixing herself as a big red blush grew over her face, made worse as Elvis caught her eye with a wink. Mabel stopped typing for a moment and motioned for Bess to come and look at something while Dori kept right on talking to Elvis with her hand now firmly around his bicep.

“Now, don’t pay no mind to Bessie’s talk about you and your pictures, why, we’re all big Elvis fans round here, the biggest fans ya ever met.”

Elvis cocked his eyebrows up at Bess’ simmering glare from where she now stood behind Mabel’s chair.

“Huh, yeah, that’s sweet of ya, ma’am -”

Dori put her finger to Elvis' lip. “Dori, honey, puhleeze!”

“ - Uh, Dori.” Elvis’ spoke carefully, as if forming every word in the back of his throat before speaking out, his voice was soft and shy. “I don't s’pect everyone to like all my pictures. After all, I didn’t write them, it’s just a job to me.” He winked again at Bess. “S’pose I mind even less if they like some of my other movies. Like ‘em enough to see ‘em every night a tha week.”

Bess felt her cheeks redden even more, but before she could think of a clever reply, Mabel elbowed her and pointed at the XO’s handwriting.

“Can you read that? It looks like repercussion, but it could be reprimand as well.”

Bess picked up the legal pad for closer inspection and turned to the others, motioning for Dori to come take a look. She hadn’t expected Elvis to follow, but he did, making himself right at home and angling his tall body behind the women. 

He snuck his hand around Bess’ waist as he looked at the writing Dori held up for him, eyes forward and completely detached from the movements of his fingers rubbing along the waistband of Bess’ skirt until she pulled them off. This made her stumble to the side and gave Elvis an excuse to openly grab her waist and steady her, She frowned, flustered by the way his long fingers navigated the crease right where her waist met her ribs, his thumbs squeezing tightly and then rubbing gently over her as he asked if she was ok. 

Pushing Elvis’ hands away, Bess whispered that she was fine, trying to slow her pulse and still the shivers that ran up her spine. Her whole body trembled, aware of his proximity to her, and she refused to meet Dori’s now extremely curious eyes over Elvis’ shoulder. Nodding, he turned back to the others and helped himself to the paper, declaring that it was repercussion as he introduced himself to Mabel, kissing her hand, and asking her about the tiny, porcelain figurines on her desk as she giggled.

“That’s Lady and Lola, my brother brought them back to me from Japan. Are you a dog person, Private?”

Bess made her way back to her desk, taking in the youthful bloom of Mabel’s beaming face and girlish laughter. She had never seen her co-worker this cheerful and open before. Dori’s face was aghast as Elvis ignored her and made himself comfortable on Mabel’s desk, asking her for a cigarette and then turning with a conspiratorial whisper as he asked them not to tell anyone. 

Dori began tapping her fingers along her crossed arms harder as she watched Elvis put his hand on Mabel’s shoulder, while the older woman batted his thigh and chuckled at his jokes about dogs. Bess smiled to herself at the way Dori tried to wrest the conversation back by talking about how she used to have the sweetest lil ol’ poodle in the world when she was a girl. But it was an uphill battle, because now Mabel was pulling out her secret tin of homemade shortbread and asking Elvis what he thought. He had to try five pieces before he could adequately decide his verdict, and he moaned as if he had never had shortbread before. His voice was low as he stuttered “Mmm hmmm mmm hmm mmm” in a hum, and Bess dropped her pen when he caught her eye and licked his lips, proclaiming through crumbly mouthfuls that it was “the best doggone cookie he’d had in a long while.”

Bess shook her head at Elvis’ transformation from the shy soldier who had walked into the office to the confident, cocky rascal he was now, only minutes later. Elvis was masterful, she mused, and it was down to the attentive way he looked at each person he spoke with, talking to you as if you were the most important person in the world and responding to everything you said and did with his eyes. No, with his whole body really, she thought. He had a magnetic energy that had drawn her in the moment they met Friday. Now that same magnetic energy was doing its work on Dori and Mabel before her very eyes, as he engaged with them in a way that was humble, considerate and disarming. Some soldiers were stiff and uncomfortable here in the front office where there were often three to five women bustling about. Elvis on the other hand, seemed to be in his element amidst a group of women vying for his attention.

Bess found, to her own chagrin, that this included herself and was disappointed by her own desire to get his attention. She held out until she could no longer help it and interrupted their conversation with a loud, authoritative cough.

“I’m sure you didn’t come to our building to talk about puppy dogs and shortbread, Private, we don’t want to keep you from your tasks or the mess hall.”

Elvis turned to look at her from where he sat on Mabel’s desk and began throwing his olive patrol cap from hand to hand as he gulped.

“Uh, well ma’am, actually, I came up here hoping to get a word with you, Bessie. Uh, I mean Miss Schwartz.”

Now it was Bess’ turn to swallow and once again avoid Dori’s questioning eyes. Mabel’s eyes snapped down to her typing, her face back to being an expressionless stone wall.

“Sure thing, um, walk me to my car? I just, I was just about to leave, I just, uh, need to put these in the Commander’s office.”

As she walked back to her father’s desk, she heard Dori’s voice ring out behind her.

“I didn’t know you were acquaintances with Bessie. That busy bee, she really gets around this base, huh? I reckon she knows more soldiers than the rest of us combined.” Bess smiled to herself at Dori’s insinuation. “ Are you here to ask her to the dance?”

“Uh, no ma’am, Dori, Miss. I, uh, reckon it's better for me to keep a low profile this weekend, let the boys enjoy their night.”

“Well, you know, that attitude might give our boys the wrong impression, like. Make the guys think you fancy yourself too good for our simple, lil ole MWR dance.”

“Uh - well- “ Elvis’ face lit up when Bess rejoined them and they shared a lingering smile that Dori vowed to interrogate Bess about later.

“Oh let him be, Doreen,” Bess murmured, her voice breathy as her heart fluttered once more at the depth of Elvis’ knowing, penetrative gaze. “Uh, he, uh, the boy, man, the man clearly doesn’t want to go. And he already knows that I don’t go on dates with soldiers.”

Mabel had stopped working again and was now chewing the edge of her glasses, leaning forward on her chin as if she was watching a soap opera unfold in front of her desk.

Dori pursed her lips and placed her right hand on her hip energetically. “Oh he does now?” She said playfully, flouncing up the bottom of her blonde bob. ”Well, Private, you’re in luck, because I do date soldiers. I’ll pick you up at 8.”

Elvis looked to Dori, then back at Bess, his confused expression transforming into a smirking wide smile as he registered Bess’ frown. Bess looked down, picking at a chipped piece of her thumb nail until it came off, as if it was the most important thing in the world and needed her attention immediately.

“Huh, well, whoo boy.” Elvis eyed Bess again, then his lips screwed up into a wider grin as he chuckled mischievously. “I don’t hardly know ya, but I can’t say as that’s ever stopped me before.”

Bess’ heart did a series of flip flops as she watched Elvis laugh with Dori. She wasn’t sure what she disliked more, the fact that her friend had just maneuvered herself into a date with Elvis, or that she was jealous. Bess decided it was the later and that she would will herself not to care. 

Elvis' eyes flickered over her for a second and Bess suddenly had a sense that he could tell exactly what she was thinking and feeling in that moment, and she returned to picking at her thumb nail. She was vaguely paying attention as she heard Dori tell Elvis that she’d meet him up at his barracks Saturday night, but she thought Elvis smirked wider as he took in the smile that she forced her lips into.

“You’ll be there, won’t you, Bess. Even though you don’t date soldiers?” Dori looked at her, adding another few fluffs to her hair for absolutely no good reason.

“Hmmmm. Well, I usually do, since the CO encourages all the single female employees to go, but I did have some research st—”

“Don’t be silly, of course you’ll come, it’s gonna be so much fun. I can already tell. There’s gonna be a live rhythm and blues band we hired in from Houston. They are just the bee’s knees, and I’m on the MWR committee. My theme for this dance is Spring Fling, cuz it’s spring! The decorations we got are so adorable, floral Chinese lanterns y’all. I cannot wait.” Dori squeezed her hands into fists and did a little dance in place.

Elvis turned back to Mabel. “You comin’ Saturday night, Miss Maybelline?”

Mabel giggled like a school girl instead of the fifty year old woman she was.

“Every one I can make it to, CO’s memo encourages all single women on base to attend.”

Elvis took Mabel’s hand in his, softly trailing over the top as he kissed her knuckles and smiled devilishly as she giggled again.

“Well, be sure ta save a few dances for me, mmkay, honey?”

Mabel nodded with a giggle and a wink. 

Elvis’ cocky smiled followed Bess' curt nod out of the office and into the back stairs of the building where her voice echoed down the concrete stairwell.

“You know Private, I really wish you wouldn’t come to my office unannounced.” She paused two steps below him and turned around so he had to stop himself from slamming into her finger as it pointed back at him.

“Hold on a minute there, baby, now, what’s wrong with being friendly?” He grabbed her finger. “Careful where you point that thing, woman. First lesson of basic training is safety. Thought you’d a know by now.” He grasped her hand and softened it into his fist. She seemed to lose her train of thought looking up into his eyes. “What’s got your panties in a twist, Bessie Boo, you ain’t jealous, are you?”

Elvis was decidedly less polite when they were alone, Bess realized. She wasn’t sure she liked it, or the way it made her feel as she pulled her finger away and kept descending down the stairs in front of him, her voice a little shaky.

“Of Dori? No, no, not at all. In fact, that all seems to have worked out the way it should.” She shoved the door at the bottom open and headed toward her car as Elvis’ long legs made easy work of striding next to her.

“Why’s that?”

Bess turned as she got to her car.

“Cuz, well, you seem like a good match.” She smiled, trying to really mean it, trying to keep her voice cool and nonchalant. “Dori, is, well, she seems to have the sort of, um. Well, that is, she’s very glamorous. And popular. And attractive. She’s a lot like the girls you’re always with in the fan magazines. I think you’ll have a lot of fun.”

Elvis stepped closer, fixing his work cap back on his head. “So you read the fan magazines, huh? Thought you could take or leave Elvis Presley.”

Bess didn’t know if her cheeks could take the constant flushing she was experiencing. She leaned into the hood of her car, changing the topic as she spoke to the blue paint.

“Look, why did you come by my office?”

Bess leaned her back into the car, and he reached out for her waist, rubbing his hands along the sides for a moment, before taking the handle next to it and pulling it open, tilting his head to get in.

“I uh, I came by because I wanted to thank you. Think we could just talk for a spell?"

Bess swallowed and nodded. After a few moments searching, she discovered her tongue where she had left it on the roof of her mouth and did her best to eke out intelligible words. They scooted along the white vinyl car bench until Elvis got to the other side and leaned back, stretching out his arms and looking at her.

“I know'd it was you that talked to Sergeant Norwood.”

Bess looked down. “I, ugh, actually. That would be highly inappropriate of me to talk to a senior instructor in your company and ask for any special treatment.” She looked back up at him. “But, um, how’s it going?”

Elvis grinned wide. “He’s, uh, well, he’s instruction’ alright,  instructed me to come over to his house here on post after dinner most nights. He, uh, well, I uh, he lets me use his phone to call home and get a few hours of shut eye at their place. Though I preferred the bed at your house, Bessie bug. Cushioning there was better.”

Bess let out a snort as Elvis slid down to put his head in her lap, just as it had been that first night in her guest room. He pulled her right hand in his over her chest, threading his fingers through hers as he looked up into her face with apt admiration.

“Ya are the first real friend I’ve made here.”

“Hmmm. Seemed like you were doing all right making new friends upstairs.”

Elvis smirked, his squeezed his fingers between hers.

“You are jealous a Dori. Jus say tha word and I’ll take you to the dance too, baby. I could take both of you as my dates, ya know, nuff a me ta go ‘round.”

Bess tried to take her fingers back, but it was a half-hearted attempt and his hand was so much bigger than hers. Resigned, she squeezed back and sighed, looking out the window.

“Ha, I’m sure. But, no, I’m not jealous, I’m just giving you a hard time, Presley. You sure seem like a fast operator.” Bess felt an aching warmth blossom in her belly as his thumb rubbed the inside of her palm.

“Honey, I didn’t operate nothing, I’m just an innocent bystander caught in the eye of Hurricane Dori. If anyone is operatin’ fast, it’s your friend back there.”

“Yeah, well, you have to forgive her, she had a lot more going on in Savannah than she does here. We are sorely lacking in ladies’ charities and fancy galas for her to host. So Dori gets all pent up, all that energy and nothing to do with it. Maybe you can help wear her out. " Bess arched her eyebrows suggestively, her voice was light and teasing. "By dancing, I mean, of course.”

“Huh, sure. How ‘bout you? Will you have any pent up energy ya wanna dance off with an ol’ friend?”

“Ha, I’m about as old a friend to you as Dori is.”

“Nah, honey, you’re different, we go way back now. I don’t know anyone who’d risk their job to take a po’ boy like me home an feed me an’ take care a me so good.”

Elvis' eyes welled up and Bess softened, thinking he might cry. She found herself soothing the top of his forehead with her left knuckles.

“Hey, ssshhh, hey. You would have done the same for me, right? If our roles were reversed and I was a new recruit being trained for combat?”

The left side of Elvis’ face lifted into a crooked grin. Bess was transfixed watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“Course, course I would. You know, I’ve spent the last two years running from women chasing me, I reckon the Army’d be in better shape if they’d put ya girls into combat. Ain’t nothing more terrifying than a hoard of twenty thousand screaming girls coming for ya.”

“Ha, yeah, probably makes basic training seem like a breeze.”

Bess smiled down at Elvis, and made her fist into a fake microphone, affecting a serious, transatlantic accent like the reporters at his press conference last week.

“So, Private Presley, what do you think, is basic training harder or easier than running from women for a living?”

Elvis chuckled. His right hand let go of Bess’ fingers and snaked around her waist. “Well, ain’t nothing like getting clobbered by a swarm of women. I s’pose the main difference between those girls and the Russians is, they don’t mean to hurtcha. They’re just tryin’ to get themselves a piece of ya for a souvenir.”

Bess’ raised one eyebrow, her reporter microphone hand still at attention.

“Oh? Please tell us, the American people want to know, which piece of you are these girls trying to get their hands on?”

Elvis burst out laughing. “Uh, no comment, though I could show you later if you want.”

Bess blushed at the glint in his eyes, and kept talking. “Hmm, fresh. Next question, how devastating was it to get your haircut?”

“Well, now, that didn’t bother me none at all. You know what they say, hair today, gone tomarra."

He paused, grinning at her tepid "Ha. ha. ha."

"But no, I ain't sore. Now, if it weren’t never gonna grow back, yeah, sure, maybe I’d be sore, but I don’t mind following the rules and cutting my hair like all the other boys here. I’m actually starting to like it.”

Bess combed her fingers through his crew cut.

“MMhmmm. I liked it better long, but you know me, I hate soldiers.”

“Picked a weird place to work then, Bessie, ain’t nothing but soldiers here.”

“This is just temporary, till I figure out what’s next for me.”

Elvis looked down towards his knees, speaking softly. “Yeah, jus temporary. That’s what my manager keeps sayin’, but man oh man, I think it’s all over for me. Ain’t no one gonna remember me in two years.”

“That’s not true. Trust me, it just feels that way. How many records you sold?”

Elvis leaned his face into her fingers as they cupped his cheek, he could feel Bess’ thighs tremble slightly underneath her skirt and it made him smile. He looked up at her big brown eyes sheepishly.

“Oh, I don’t know, ‘bout 25 million I s’pose.” His voice was casual and aloof til he cried out at the smack of Bess’ hand hitting his shoulder.

“Ha, I would have guessed 4 or 5 million. 25? I can’t even picture a stack that high. It would go all the way to the moon, probably. You’re thick, you know that? Like we could forget you with all those records out there, spinning 'round in people’s homes, on the radio. No, I think the Russians would have to bomb us to kingdom come before we forget about you, what with 25 million records playing all over. ”

“You’re sweet, Bess, you know that? My uncle used to have a cow named Bess.” He grinned up at her and made a moo sound. “Lil' Bessie Moo Moo, she was sweet, just like you… Moo Moo.” His voice tapered off as Elvis' hand began to trail up the side of Bess’ body. His voice became low and earnest. “She had the sweetest milk.”

Bess shivered at the touch of his fingers before pulling her head toward him. Just as she was an inch away from his lips, she stopped him, and tilted back up, fake microphone fist in her hand again between their faces.

“And, I know our listeners will want to know this important detail, where exactly was this cow, Private, Memphis?” She was the reporter again, and her heart thumped with a beat of regret as she took in the split second of disparagement that played across his face as she lifted her lips away from his. But then it was gone and he was back to playing cool with a grin. 

“Nah, back in Tupelo where I was borned and raised.”

“Tupelo, huh? Well, tell us Presley, why does all the good rock and roll music come from that part of the country, places like  Mississippi, Tennessee?”

Elvis nestled his head back into Bess’ thighs, scrunching up his lips as he thought.

“Don’t know, I guess we jus have a history of it, it's a place where ya got Black rhythm and blues and country and western, spiritual music. It's in the air we breathe down there, I guess, gets all jumbled up and out comes rock ‘n’ roll.”

“Well, Private, is rock n’ roll the secret weapon we’ve all been waiting for to take down communism and restore civilization to Eastern Europe and Russia? And if so, when are you being sent over enemy lines?”

“Now, maybe you’re on ta something there, pretty sure it’s already destroyed civilization state side.”

“Oh, definitely, the very fabric of our society is crumbling, just ask any parent and they’ll tell you that their teenager hates school and wants to have sex, all because of rock ’n’ roll. No teenager ever felt that way before they heard your music.”

“Huh, you’re a smart ass, you know that?”

“I’ve been a smart ass since you met me. Try to keep up, Tupelo.”

“Huh, yeah, ya a piece of work, lil' Moo Moo. And ya asking for it talkin’ to a man like that.”

Elvis pinched her soft, springy sides as he chuckled. Anyone walking by the blue Ford would have only seen Bess’ silhouette sitting up, head tilted back in a deep, guttural laugh for the first time in almost a year, as Elvis lay back in her lap, tickling and pinching her. They sat in her car for another hour, as Bess fussed over a cluster of razor burn below his ear, and he asked her about her life, getting to know as much about her as she was willing to reveal until she had to push him off her lap to go meet Sargeant Norwood, dismissing his offer to come back to her house and show her that souvenir all the gals were chasing after

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Lights ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Eight ※ Holland March / Jackson Healy

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: While he and Healy are stuck in a rut concerning a case, Holland's daughter suggests that the family go on an outing.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Established Relationship, Mention of Period-Typical Homophobia, Family Fluff, Holly March has two dads now

※ Word count: 1023

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

The sun is about to set, and the two men that make up the Nice Guys Detective Agency are still pouring over a case. March and Healy have been at it for hours now. To Holland, it feels as though they have done nothing but argue around and around and around in circles. He’s on the second to last cigarette in the pack, frustrated by the breeze rustling the papers spread out on the table. Healy had opened the dining room window about the third smoke in. The bruiser had cited not wanting to breathe in all that shit which led to a shouting match between the two of them about how Healy smokes cigars and has no damn right to say anything about Holland’s own smoking habits. 

They took this case on Wednesday. It’s now Friday. At the rate things are going, their relationship, professionally and personally, might be over by Sunday. Both men hear the door open before it slams closed. There’s the crashing sound of a bookbag hitting the floor.

“It’s Holly,” he says pointlessly. He can tell Jack is fighting not to give a sarcastic retort. His daughter comes bounding into the room and scares the shit out of both of them when she slams a piece of paper onto the table.

“Jesus!” Holland yelps, nearly dropping his lit cigarette into his lap. Across from him, Healy hits his knee on the wood and mutters something under his breath.

“Sorry, Dad. Sorry, Mr. Healy,” Holly says before hurriedly continuing. “I want to go to this tonight. You guys have been so busy with Mr. Elmer’s peeping tom, and I don’t think we’ve been getting to do enough as a family lately. There’ll be Christmas lights, hot chocolate, and stuff.”

“Don’t-” He starts. It's a reflex at this point. 

“There’ll be Christmas lights and hot chocolate.” She interrupts, glaring at him. Healy rudely chuckles a little and doesn’t even bother to try to hide it. 

Holland straightens himself up and sighs. “Look, honey, we need to get this case knocked out of the way.”

Looking like she’s about to give him the lecture of a lifetime, Holly crosses her arms. She is about to open her mouth to protest right as Jackson pipes up.

“I don’t know, March. We’re not getting things done sitting here fighting while you smoke like a chimney.”

“We’re not going to by screwing off either.” He snaps back. He immediately wants to suck the words back into his mouth at the expressions on their faces. Holly looks genuinely upset, and there’s a brief flicker of hurt in Healy’s eyes. “Fine! Jesus tap dancing Christ! We can go,” he relents.

Not even ten minutes go by before Holland finds himself sprawled out in the back seat. Healy is behind the wheel and Holly is riding shotgun on navigation duty. He lets himself whistle off-key for the duration of the drive and think. It feels as though he and his partner are right on the cusp of finding the answer to the case. Thoughts of their peeper situation keeps him distracted until they arrive at the botanical garden.

The property is swarming with people, all here to see the dazzling display of lights. Healy pays for the tickets while Holly strains her neck to look around the corner at a truly impressively done polar bear made of string lights. He is starting to feel less irritable. His daughter was right, it had been a long time since the three of them had done anything as a family. 

Almost immediately through the gate, they lose Healy. Holland has his hands full keeping an eye on Holly, but he does his best to scan the milling crowds for his partner. He’s about to snag his daughter and start shouting the other man’s name when he pops up at his side like a jack in the box. 

“Where the hell did you go?” He snaps, clutching at his chest. Were they conspiring together to give him a heart attack before midnight tonight?

“Drinks,” the bruiser says, shoving a warm paper cup into March’s hand. He passes one to Holly as well. Jackson has never been one to turn down chocolate, especially when it’s free.

Holland pops the lid off his cup with a sigh and tips a splash of whisky into the hot chocolate from the flask he keeps in his jacket pocket. He dismisses Healy’s disapproving stare. “This is the first drink I’ve had all day.”

The other man lets it go. March knows he’s been doing a good job at cutting back. He has stopped drinking before the sun sets which has been a massive improvement. The detective doesn’t plan to get plastered here either. Any other refills will be purely non-alcoholic. 

As they roam the botanical garden, Holly is oo’ing and ah’ing at the lights, completely entranced. Both men watch her fondly. Their little family is a happy one despite the baggage that each member is carrying. Holland can’t imagine life without his partner and without his daughter. Most days, they keep him from going under and not coming back up.

While watching his daughter spin around under a canopy of lights arranged to look like dripping icicles, Holland’s fingers brush against Healy’s. He turns to look at Healy, only to find the man looking up into the branches. He has a smile on his scruffy face.

“Sure is somethin’, ain’t it, March?”

The detective  hesitates, casting a quick glance around, no one seems to be paying them any attention in the darkness. He slots his fingers in next to Healy’s, wrapping intertwining them with the other man’s until they’re holding hands for the first time in public. Two middle aged men in the 70s. Jack twitches like he might pull away, but he just grips Holland’s hand tightly. He feels elated and terrified, but nothing happens. He just has the warm comfort of Healy’s hand clasped in his. 

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” He sounds choked up even to himself, but why shouldn’t he be? He’s having a good time with his family and everything is okay.

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caught looking: chapter 5 (knj x ksj)

summary: of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. most of them boil down to this: kim namjoon will get fired from the kiwoom heroes after this season is over. he’s the kbo’s youngest manager in history, one of korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. or, namjoon is probably going to lose his job and seokjin is probably never going to make his dad proud, but they have a better shot at overcoming those two things together than they ever have alone.

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: e for everyone for now but there is adult content in later chapters so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, eventual smut

au: baseball, specifically the kbo

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? some blackmail kind of and discussions of homophobia in sports. eventual smut of the gay variety.

wc: chapter: ~6100

chapter summary: everything’s fine, seokjin thinks. he’s like a polar bear. an ice cube. so chill. so relaxed. everything is not fine. 

sorry, this chapter's a long one... here are chapters one two three and four if you'd like them. or the whole thing is on ao3 here . as always, this is for @ugh-yoongi without whom i would not have written this, so thank you because it's been very fun

***

“Stop touching it!” Hoseok scolds. 

It’s absurd that this is even happening, Seokjin thinks, as Hoseok messes with hair again. 

“Why does it matter, Hobi?” he asks. “It’s a bus ride. A bus ride with tired baseball players who are all going to be watching TikToks the whole time. No one’s going to be looking at my hair.” 

Hoseok pauses mid-fuss and glares at him. “Namjoon will be.” 

“Stop saying that. It’s not like that.” 

“I know you think he’s dating Jimin, but I don’t think it’s like that with them,” Hoseok says. “I’m pretty sure it’s not.”

Seokjin sighs. The argument is pointless, and it’s not the first time they’ve had it. He just wants to move on. Really, he just wants to throw a hoodie on and find a seat in the back row of the bus and sleep for the whole drive down. He’s exhausted. For the last two nights, he hasn’t slept hardly at all, nervous to see Seungwook when they get to Busan. 

Eventually, Hosepk stops messing with his hair and lets him leave, barely in time to make it to Gocheok to catch the bus with the team. With the exception of having to see his ex, and having to act normal around Namjoon (which he’s so far been failing at), he’s looking forward to traveling with everyone. It’s good for him to get as much time watching their players and others as possible, and traveling has the potential to basically double his exposure, as well as his knowledge. He always wanted to go on the road at Doosan, and wasn’t ever deemed important enough to the club. It’s one of the many reasons he’s happier at Kiwoom.

By the time he gets to the bus, the luggage holds are almost full—he must be one of the last to arrive. Quickly, he gets his bags loaded and makes sure he has what he needs for the trip: headphones, phone, charger, neck pillow, his switch, snacks, and water. Probably more than he really needs for just a few hours, most of which he plans on sleeping through. 

When he’s sorted, he boards the bus. Looking around, almost every seat is full. Jimin and Taehyung are the first pair he sees, huddled up in one of the coveted back seats. It surprises him—he figured Jimin would be sitting with Namjoon. 

Namjoon, who is definitely not sitting with Jimin. 

Namjoon who is sitting in the very front seat and looking at Seokjin sort of… hopefully? Namjoon who has one of the only two empty spots next to him. The other is beside Sangwon, who already has an eye mask on and looks dead to the world. 

Everything’s fine, Seokjin thinks. He can sit next to Namjoon and be chill. He’s like a polar bear. An ice cube. So chill. So relaxed. 

Everything is not fine. 

When Seokjin sits down, Namjoon beams. It’s brutal considering all the weird feelings Seokjin’s been trying to shove deep, deep down inside, and it makes him feel like he might vomit on the bus before it even starts moving. 

With a stroke of luck and what he decides to himself is also a little bit of bravery, he swallows those feelings down and smiles back, cracking a joke about bus drivers as he settles in. Namjoon laughs quietly while Seokjin pulls out his neck pillow and headphones, ready to turn on random ambient ocean noises so that he can sleep.

“What are you listening to?” Namjoon asks, pointing at the headphones. 

“Oh, nothing. It’s just a white noise podcast for sleeping.” 

Namjoon’s lips turn down in a little frown. Cute. “I can leave you alone then,” he says, reaching into his own bag to dig around. 

All of a sudden, Seokjin isn’t tired anymore, and while he’s not sure why the thought of him sleeping through the bus ride would make Namjoon frown, he knows he wants to make sure he doesn’t put that look on his seatmate’s face again. So instead of the white noise podcast, he scrolls through all his recommendations until he finds one he thinks Namjoon might like. 

“You speak English well, right?” he asks. 

Namjoon perks up. “Yeah, kind of. I studied abroad, watched a lot of American TV. I’m okay. Why?” 

“Bill James was on a podcast a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve been meaning to listen, but my English isn’t great,” Seokjin explains. “Want to listen with me?” 

And it’s back, the bright grin on Namjoon’s face, same as when Seokjin first sat down. “Sure, hyung,” he says, and Seokjin hands him one of his earphones so they can listen together. 

“He’s so smart,” Namjoon remarks about halfway through the episode. 

“I only understand about ten percent of what he’s saying,” Seokjin says, only sort of joking. “But I have every translated edition of the handbook.” 

Namjoon leans in excitedly—he’s practically bouncing in his seat. “You do? I need to borrow them! I can trade you for The Guide to Baseball Managers.” 

“No deal. No one likes baseball managers,” Seokjin says, teasing. 

Bottom lip pushed out, Namjoon pouts. “Some baseball managers are very likable,” he replies, a little whiny. 

Seokjin laughs, loud and squeaky, too loud for the bus, and it earns him a little glare in the rearview mirror from the driver. He drops his voice down. “You’re right. I’ve heard Choi Wonho is really great.”

Next to him, Namjoon huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “Sure, hyung. But did Choi Wonho ever share his bus snacks with you?” he asks with an eyebrow raised. 

“No, but Kim Namjoon hasn’t yet, either. What’s your offer?” 

Turns out, in addition to being smart, having an incredible body, and actually being pretty cool in general, Namjoon has excellent taste in snacks. It’s so infuriating that Seokjin has basically found the perfect man and he’s not available. 

They share gummy watermelons and shrimp chips, and in between bites, Namjoon translates things Bill James is saying on the podcast for Seokjin whenever his brow furrows up in confusion. It’s very nice of him—it would even be sweet if Seokjin let himself think about it that way. Instead, he tries to tell himself how lucky he is to have made a new friend. Just a friend. 

When the podcast ends, they still have a few hours left until they make it to Busan. Namjoon is turned around in their seat, whispering to their new second baseman sitting behind them. It’s been ages since Seokjin’s been down there without taking the KTX—he forgot how much longer it takes to drive. At least the seats are comfortable, especially with the addition of his neck pillow. It’s the last thought he has before he falls asleep, no podcast to help, just the wind whooshing along the sides of the bus, and Namjoon’s deep-voiced whisper next to him. 

Seokjin wakes up suddenly, but he isn’t quite sure why. They must have hit a pothole or something, because they’re definitely not in Busan yet. He’s unreasonably warm, and feels like he’s being weighed down, and it takes him a moment to figure out what’s happening. 

It’s when the reason why startles with a loud snore that Seokjin is hurtled back to reality. Because the weight on him is Namjoon’s head on his shoulder, forehead pushed into Seokjin’s neck pillow, and his mouth open, snoring against Seokjin’s collarbone. His deep breaths are warm across Seokjin’s chest, and he looks so relaxed like this: no wrinkle in his forehead like he gets when he’s trying to puzzle something out, no stress settling into the corners of his mouth, waiting for him to push his lips into a thoughtful frown. 

Seokjin feels that fluttery nervous feeling again, and tries to compose himself. He gently leans into Namjoon, forcing the other man upright, until his head falls back against the bus seat instead of onto Seokjin’s shoulder again. He would have let him sleep there, but he has to pee, and he’s afraid of too much closeness with someone who has a partner already. He doesn’t want to cross a line. One time letting someone fall asleep on your shoulder is an accident, but letting it continue after you wake up feels too… intimate, maybe. 

Once he’s sure Namjoon won’t slide over and hurt himself, Seokjin stands and stretches, cracking his back before he turns around, intent to head down the aisle to the small coach bathroom at the back of the bus. When he turns, though, Jimin and Taehyung are staring right at him, smirking. It’s mortifying. They’ve seen everything—which was really nothing, Seokjin tries to tell himself. People fall asleep all the time, people end up slumped over on their friends all the time. He didn’t do anything wrong, he’s maintaining boundaries, he’s sure. 

Isn’t he? 

He lets out a small sigh. Because even if he did do something wrong, he really has to pee, which means he absolutely has to walk by Jimin and Taehyung. 

“Hi, hyung,” Jimin says as Seokjin approaches. He speaks softly, careful as they all are not to disturb everyone else, most of whom are asleep. 

“Hi, Jiminie. Hi, Taehyung. How’s the ride so far?”

Jimin snickers and Taehyung grins. “Okay,” he says, “How do you like it?”

“Oh, it’s alright,” he replies with a small shrug. “I wanted a seat in the back, but I was too late.” 

They both nod—everyone knows the seats in the back are best. But then Jimin says, “I don’t know, hyung, I think you’re right where you’re supposed to be.”

Seokjin knows his ears are turning red at that, probably his neck and chest and cheeks and everything else, too. It’s mortifying to be teased by Jimin. If Jimin had ever been anything but friendly, he’d wonder if it was meant to be a little cruel. He does seem to know he has something Seokjin wants, anyway. But there’s no evidence Jimin is a mean person, that he would be trying to make Seokjin feel bad with his teasing. He’s probably just trying to lighten the mood, reassure himself that Seokjin isn’t some snake trying to steal his boyfriend out from under his nose. 

That must be it. 

Seokjin needs to do better. It feels like every time he turns around, though, he’s in some situation that looks a lot like Namjoon returning his poor, confused, unintentional attempts at flirting. 

He waves at Jimin and Taehyung when he leaves the small bathroom, and gets a couple of seats ahead of them before he has an idea and turns around. 

“Jimin,” he leans down to get their attention. “Did you want to switch?” 

Jimin looks genuinely confused, and turns to Taehyung and then back to Seokjin. “No, why hyung? You want to sit with Tae?” 

“Oh! Sure, but I thought you might like to sit with Namjoon?” 

But Jimin doesn’t exactly jump at the opportunity. He just wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “No way, hyung. You’re stuck with that snoring mess. Good luck.”

“I didn’t think it was so bad,” he remarks, confused. He doesn't know if this is some sort of couples inside joke or something he doesn’t get. 

“Why do you think no one else sat by him?” Taehyung chimes in. “He drools sometimes, too. It’s gross. Next time, wear a rain jacket.” 

In the seat, the two of them start laughing uncontrollably at that, doubled over on each other and barely breathing, they’re giggling so hard. It feels a little mean to Seokjin, he can’t imagine talking about his partner like that, or letting Hoseok talk about his partner like that, but maybe Jimin and Namjoon have an understanding. Every couple is different, he supposes, he just can’t bring himself to laugh along. 

They can’t seem to stop laughing, so Seokjin leaves them without more conversation and heads back to the front of the bus to sit again. When he does, he goes to put his neck pillow back around himself and sees a little wet spot on the front of his shirt, right where Namjoon was snoring against his clavicle. It should be gross like Taehyung said, but instead, he thinks it’s a little endearing, especially when Namjoon stirs next to him, opening his eyes and giving Seokjin a very sleepy grin before immediately falling back asleep. Seokjin is completely enamored.

And that is far more gross than a little drool, he decides with a sigh. 

***

The weather in Busan is perfect for baseball. It’s not oppressively hot yet, and the wind off the sea helps make the humidity a little more bearable. They have three games here, and it’s supposed to be about the same all three days, weather-wise, which makes Seokjin happy. He’ll have time to get down to the beach and enjoy it a little. If he’s lucky, he might even be able to sneak away for a couple hours of fishing. 

It’s a little weird to be up in the stands for the first game—he’s gotten used to sitting in the box with Yoongi at Gocheok or hanging around in the dugout at practice. It’s rare that he sits in a regular seat anymore. But they don’t have away boxes at Sajik, so he sits a couple of rows behind the dugout. 

Once the game starts, Seokjin remembers how great it is, though, to be down here. He’s got chimaek, he’s close enough to the MC to get to see all of the cheers and dances. If he wanted, he could probably get picked for a couple of the games they play for cheesy prizes in between innings. Sajik is special, almost as big as Jamsil, but newer and nicer, and seems to draw bigger crowds. He’s been here for games before, of course. He sat in the player’s box with all their families, trying not to explain who he was in relation to Seungwook (“just a friend” became like a mantra), trying to explain that no, his father didn’t send him all the way to Busan to spy on the Giants and neither did Doosan. 

This, though, is much more relaxing, and honestly much more fun. Seokjin isn’t technically on the clock during games, he’d done all his work beforehand, building lineups and recommending potential bullpen moves with Namjoon, and so he just gets to enjoy himself. 

It’s made even better by the fact that Seungwook isn’t playing, sidelined for a normal rest day. He doesn’t get too many of them, but Kiwoom should be easy for the Giants to beat, so their manager must have decided his big bat wasn’t needed. 

Seokjin feels like he can relax a little, knowing he won’t have to watch his ex play. 

So, he sings along with all the cheers, he drinks his beer, he eats far too much chicken, and he screams his throat raw when the Heroes finally get two runs in the seventh, and take the lead. He makes friends with the ahjussi next to him, who is also a Kiwoom supporter and buys Seokjin his second beer. 

After hating his job for what felt like forever, getting dumped, and barely staying afloat emotionally, being at the game like this is the most fun he’s had in months. Halfway into his second beer, he sees Namjoon on the top step of the dugout, and he has the fleeting thought that the only thing that would make it more fun is if he could have Namjoon next to him. He tries to pedal past that thought and just focus on the game, because he can’t have that, no matter how much he thinks he wants it. 

Miraculously, Kiwoom manages to hold on through the ninth and win the game, their first win in two weeks. Namjoon jogs up the dugout steps to give all of his players a high five or a good game, and Seokjin shouts for Kiwoom so late and so loudly that his new friend makes a crack about needing to take his hearing aids out because Seokjin’s too loud. It works though, because from roughly ten meters away, Namjoon looks up for the source of the shouting only to lock eyes with Seokjin and smile. 

It’s the best moment of the whole game, even if Seokjin would never say that out loud to a single soul. 

Because he’s a little tipsy and feeling a little carefree after the victory, he decides not to take the bus back to the hotel with the team, sending Namjoon a text that he wants to do some sightseeing. He doesn’t think he wants to be stuck in a cramped bus seat next to his crush (because a crush is what it is at this point, he admits to himself for the first time) while he’s got lowered inhibitions. 

So, he walks a long route back to the oceanside hotel the team has booked. He picks up cotton candy shaped like a baseball bat outside the stadium, and snacks on it while he snakes his way through the center of the city, and when it’s gone, he hops on the subway toward the ocean. 

It’s quiet on the beach in front of their hotel when he finally makes it there. The lights and late nights of Gwangalli and Haeundae are a short distance up the shoreline, but here, it’s peaceful, and Seokjin sits on a rock until his ass hurts and his eyelids feel heavy, letting the ocean’s steady thrum carry him towards sleep. By the time he gets up to his room, he barely gets through his skincare and brushing his teeth before he falls asleep, all his nerves about seeing Seungwook forgotten. 

The next day, he wakes up early, refreshed, and he orders room service for breakfast before spending the morning working by the window of his room until it’s time to leave for the game. He’s trying to not think about the small revelation he had the night before. So what if he has a crush on Namjoon? There’s nothing to be done about it, anyway, so there’s no use in thinking about it. In fact, he’s come to the conclusion that the sooner he can accept it and tuck it away as something that he thinks, but won’t act on, the sooner he can move on. 

Usually, he’s really good at compartmentalizing his feelings. 

Usually, he’s not in (what some people might consider) a romantic beach resort setting faced with Kim Namjoon in baseball pants. 

This is how he knows that life is unfair. 

“Hyung, good morning,” Namjoon says brightly when he spots Seokjin in the lobby. 

“Good morning. Everyone feeling good after yesterday?” 

Namjoon gives a polite smile, but shrugs a little, too. “I think everyone’s trying to manage their expectations.” 

Seokjin has never related to something more in his life. 

“Anyway,” Namjoon continues, lowering his voice so only Seokjin can hear, “Seungwook is playing today. Are you going to be alright?”

His life, he realizes, would be so much easier if Kim Namjoon was actually the asshole Seokjin thought he would be. Instead, he has to be kind. Add it to the list of the reasons that working with him is absolutely unbearable and amazing all at once. 

“I’m fine,” he answers, probably a second later than he should have. “I’m sure we won’t even run into each other.” 

And they don’t. Seokjin has the same seat as the night before, next to a different ahjussi this time, this one less friendly, gruff from the second Seokjin sits down next to him with his chimaek and starts right into joining in a cheer for the Heroes. Apparently the guy likes the Eagles. Seokjin thinks the situation isn’t his fault—they may be the away team, but at least he’s sitting behind his own team’s dugout, unlike the unfriendly old man next to him. 

Unfortunately, it seems like the grumpy old man is a harbinger of other bad things to come. First, Seungwook is absolutely playing, Namjoon wasn’t wrong. Second, he’s playing well. By the fifth inning, he’s batted in four already, giving the Eagles an easy lead. Namjoon is tapping his scorebook anxiously against the railing of the dugout, the players don’t look much better off. Even from where he sits, Seokjin can tell Sangwon’s in a mood, looking tense, making comments to the hitters as one after one, they return to the dugouts after their at-bats, all coming up empty handed. 

They get a little life in the eighth—Taehyung hits a sharp double just over the head of the third baseman, and the recently acquired shortstop follows him with a single of his own. They’re on first and third with no outs, and they have the top of the order coming up. 

The miniature rally is short lived, though. Their right fielder hits into a double play, and their designated hitter pops one into short left field. Just like that, Seungwook catches the fly ball to claim the third out, and the Heroes go into the ninth down six runs. Their whole side of the stadium deflates. And maybe Namjoon was right this morning about managing expectations, but Seokjin was hopeful. The prior day had been so promising, and even Seokjin, who knows every baseball statistic one could know (which all told him they would lose), couldn’t help but bring some of that hope with him to the game. 

At least it’s a three game series. They haven’t won very many series this season, so bringing home the win tomorrow and the series with it would be a victory. He won’t let himself get too disappointed over one loss. 

This time, he takes the bus with the team back to the hotel. He flashes his badge to get through the corridors behind the concession stands and merch booths, and makes his way out the players’ exit to the staff parking lot. 

Unlike boarding the bus to Busan, he’s basically the first to get on this time. It’s a short ride, so he doesn’t really care where he sits, and he’s not the one who lost a game and might be wanting to sulk, so he leaves the back seats for the players and slides into the window seat of the front row after giving a short bow to the driver. 

He hears them coming before he sees them, a loud rumble of dejected voices making their way across the parking lot. They file on one-by-one, and Seokjin gets friendly greetings from all of them, except Sangwon, who doesn’t ever seem to acknowledge anyone unless he’s annoyed with them or hitting on them (the poor sideline reporter that works for SBS, she can’t seem to catch a break around him—he turns every comment into an innuendo, and Seokjin has heard stories of him passing women copies of his room key anywhere he can, hoping one will finally bite). 

The last two to get on, after the majority of the coaching staff, are Jimin and Namjoon. They’re laughing about something as they board, in better spirits than most of the rest of the team. Jimin greets Seokjin and walks further down the aisle, and Seokjin expects Namjoon to do the same, but instead, he pauses in front of Seokjin and says, “Is this seat taken?” just like the cheesy rom-com hero of Seokjin’s dreams. Seokjin laughs involuntarily, but doesn’t answer, assuming Namjoon’s just joking with him. 

When he doesn’t respond, though, Namjoon doesn’t leave. He just waits, and his expression turns curious. 

“Wait. Were you serious?” 

Namjoon has the audacity to blush a little. “Yeah, can I sit here, hyung?” 

Seokjin turns around, looking for Jimin. Sure enough, he’s scooted into the very back seat again, next to Taehyung. Huh. Not what Seokjin was expecting. 

“You’re not sitting with Jimin?” he asks. 

He just gets a confused look from Namjoon. “No, he always sits with Taehyung. And besides, I like the front seat. Makes me feel like I’m driving.” 

“It’s nothing like driving,” Seokjin says as he moves his bag off of the seat next to him and makes room for Namjoon. 

“I wouldn’t know.” Namjoon sits and puts his bag down on the floor between their feet. “I don’t drive.”

“No one should drive in Seoul.”

Namjoon laughs. “True. But I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I’ve never had a license.” 

Cute. And Seokjin hates that he thinks so. He has to stop himself from offering to be Namjoon’s chauffeur. He hates driving in Seoul, anyway. 

“Sorry about the game,” Seokjin offers. 

“Seungwook was good tonight,” is all Namjoon says in return before he takes a pause, picking at something on his hoodie. Then suddenly, he speaks up again, eyes fixed out the front window. It’s weird, because not making eye contact is more of a Yoongi thing. “Um… I think I’m going to have a drink before I call it a night.”

“Good idea,” Seokjin says. “Unwinding a little might be nice.” 

“Yeah?” Namjoon turns to look at him. “Want to join me, then?”

Seokjin should say no. He absolutely should say no. He should say he’s tired and go straight to his room and jerk off and not think about this ever again. 

“Sounds good, sure.” 

Seokjin is an idiot. 

Suddenly, his thoughts spiral. What is he doing? Is he even dressed for a drink? Namjoon looks nice—comfy in his hoodie and jeans that probably cost more than Seokjin’s half of the rent. Will Jimin be there? Would it matter if he was? It’s not like Seokjin should act differently depending on Jimin being there or not. God, is it hot on the bus? Because Seokjin is sweating. Profusely. 

He feels a gentle touch to his shoulder. “Is everything alright, hyung?”

“I’m fine.” He gives Namjoon his best reassuring smile. 

He’s not fine. He’s panicking.

By the time they get back to the hotel, he’s feeling a little more calm. He’s had drinks with Namjoon a dozen times now, this is no different. They’re peers, it makes sense, it’s not like Namjoon can get drunk and talk about his worries with the team—it would be unprofessional. So, of course he invited Seokjin. Plus, they were sitting together. It was just the polite thing to do. 

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by Namjoon. “Do you want to change or anything, hyung?”

“Do I need to?” Seokjin looks down at his outfit. 

Namjoon shakes his head. “I think you look great.” 

It makes him want to scream. Instead, because he’s very calm and put together, he says, “So, is Jimin coming?”

“No… Do you… Do you want him to?”

“Do you?”

“No?” Namjoon looks thoroughly confused. 

“Okay, let’s get drinks. What do you want? Hyung will pay.”

Namjoon orders a whisky neat, and it makes Seokjin, with his makgeolli, feel a little inadequate. He can’t help what he likes, though. Once they have their drinks, they find a low table in the corner with tall wingback chairs around it. It’s near the windows that face the sea, and even though it’s dark outside, the lights from the walkways and the resorts allow Seokjin to see the waves come in. It’s nice with the low light from the hotel bar. In any other circumstance, it would be romantic. 

Seokjin is very much trying to ignore that fact.

They talk about the game in low voices until Namjoon gets the waiter’s attention and places an order for appetizers, too. He asks after each one if it’s okay with Seokjin, and adds in another round of drinks while he’s at it. When the waiter bows and leaves the table to put in their order, Namjoon takes a sip of his drink and then says, “Is it alright if we talk about something other than work, now?” 

And it is, but they haven’t really done that since the night they walked around Seoul. Since then, things have been remarkably professional, which doesn’t do much to explain the way that Seokjin’s heart beats like a kick drum whenever they’re in the same room. 

“Sure,” he answers, hopefully sounding less anxious than he feels. “What should we talk about?” 

Namjoon hums, seemingly pleased if the small smile he gives is any indication. “Well, I wanted to ask if you were doing alright. Have you spoken to Seungwook?”

What a relief, Seokjin thinks. There’s nothing less of a turn on than commiserating about your ex with the cute guy sitting opposite you. So, definitely not a date even with the low lights and the drinks and the ordering for the table. It’s a good reminder for Seokjin.

“Ah, no. Honestly, we didn’t talk a lot even when we were together.” He’s not thinking about what that implies when he says it, but he starts to realize it when he sees Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “Oh, shit. Sorry, not like that… I just mean—I guess I was never really a priority for him. I always had to be the one to reach out or let him know I was coming to town or remind him that he was coming to Seoul and that we should meet.” He finishes his bowl of makgeolli and licks the last of the sweet wine off of his bottom lip. He’s about to finish his thought, but then Namjoon starts choking, and Seokjin stops to scoot water toward him, handing him an extra napkin, too. 

“Sorry, go ahead,” Namjoon says once he’s gotten himself back together, voice still scratchy. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Mmhmm,” Namjoon nods, sipping the water.

“I think I should have paid more attention to that kind of thing,” Seokjin finishes.

“What do you mean?” 

Seokjin lets out a small sigh. “Shouldn’t I have known? If he really wanted to be with me, he probably would have made it a priority, right? It’s like all those ridiculous magazine articles about how you know he’s not into you.” 

Luckily, this makes Namjoon laugh, and he doesn’t choke this time. “Five signs he’s cheating,” Namjoon pipes in, “And they’re all somehow vaguely your fault.” 

“Exactly! I’m a cliche, Namjoonie.” 

Quietly, and mostly into his drink, Namjoon says, “I think you’re great, hyung.��� 

If given any time to respond, fueled by makgeolli and an irresponsible amount of unearned self-confidence, Seokjin might ask Namjoon what that means, exactly. But just as he opens his mouth to speak, the waiter appears with more drinks. Hopefully, the food is coming soon, too, because Seokjin doesn’t need to be any more intoxicated if he hopes to not make an ass of himself. 

With the distraction, his bravado fails him, and all he says is, “I think you’re great, too,” before he hears his name hollered across the quiet hotel bar. 

“Seokjin-ah! Seokjin-ah, it’s me!” The voice gets louder, and because of the way their table is situated, Namjoon can see the person approaching before Seokjin can, and if the look on his face is any indication, the voice belongs to exactly who Seokjin is afraid that it does. 

“Kim Namjoon, right? I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” 

“Hello, Seungwook-ssi. It’s nice to meet you,” Namjoon says with a tight smile and a bow. 

Two things become clear to Seokjin fairly quickly. First, Seungwook is drunk. He reeks of liquor, probably something expensive that’s somehow made to smell cheap just by its association with him, and he’s leaning enough of his weight onto Seokjin’s chair that he’s already scooted it over a couple of inches. The second thing is that whatever is happening is likely to go very poorly for Seokjin. 

“So, is this a date or something?” Seungwook slurs, a little too loud for the room. Namjoon visibly cringes and Seokjin can’t remember a time he felt more mortified in the recent past. 

Thank god for Namjoon, who collects himself much faster than Seokjin and replies (in a complete non-reply, and Seokjin is only a little disappointed). “Is there something we can help you with? What brings you to the hotel?” 

Seungwook smirks, and it’s awful. Seokjin can remember a time when he thought Seungwook was infinitely attractive, when a look like that directed at him would make him feel special, wanted. Now it just makes him feel like he needs a shower. 

“Well,” the slugger says slowly, “I heard from the guys that you all were staying here, and I just had to come see my Jinnie.” 

Before Seokjin can stop him, the back of Seungwook’s hand comes to caress his cheek—though, since he seems to have limited motor control, it just sort of flops against Seokjin’s face, clammy and unwelcome. 

In his chair, Seokjin shifts so that he’s out of reach again. “And it’s great to see you, hyung, but I’m in the middle of something. Maybe we can catch up another time.” Silently, he hopes it’s enough to get his ex to leave, but somehow, he knows it won’t be. 

“Come on, Jinnie,” Seungwook slurs. “Don’t you wanna have a good time?” 

The look on Seokjin’s face must make it obvious how uncomfortable he feels, because Namjoon stands and tries to gesture for Seungwook to leave. “Seokjin says another time, so maybe you should go. If he wants to see you, he’ll call.” His tone is more like he’s talking to a child than a bulky infielder who has at least three inches on him. 

Seungwook, drunk and never very polite to begin with just sneers. “Yeah? And how much do you know about what Jinnie wants?” He takes a step toward Namjoon. “You fuck all your staff? Or just the pretty ones?” 

Namjoon’s face tightens. He’s too polite to get loud—Seokjin doesn’t think he’s ever heard him raise his voice (except the one time he got strangely excited about Pokemon bread) or yell. Not even at Sangwon, and Seokjin is pretty sure Namjoon has wanted to yell at him more than a couple times. He narrows his eyes and sticks his jaw out, but he doesn’t really posture like some people do—doesn’t try to make himself bigger or more intimidating. Honestly, if this weren’t one of Seokjin’s more embarrassing moments in life, he’d think it was pretty hot. Instead, he’s just trying to figure out how to get Seungwook out of there without causing a scene. 

The hotel bar is quiet, but the people in it know them. They’re players, staff, reporters who came down with the team. Obviously, there are people he doesn’t know there, too, but he doesn’t want to end up on the news or in dispatch for something so mortifying, either. His father would disown him. Yoongi would never let him live it down. 

Moreover, he’s pretty sure the last thing that Namjoon needs right now is an article about getting into a fight with one of the KBO’s best players over defending Seokjin’s honor. 

Worse than his father disowning Seokjin, he’d definitely fire Namjoon for that kind of press. 

So, against his better judgment, he stands, too, and puts his hand on Seungwook’s arm. It’s not even friendly, just enough to get his attention. 

“Why don’t we go somewhere and talk?” Seokjin asks quietly. It’s absolutely the last thing he wants to do and the only option he has right now for de-escalating whatever is happening. 

Seungwook turns to look at him and smiles, sloppy with the alcohol. “Yeah? You want to ‘talk,’ Jinnie?” He takes a step closer to Seokjin, and it’s all he can do not to scream. But he’s doing this for Namjoon, who can’t afford to get into a public argument. Not like this. So, he holds his ground. Even when Seungwook adds, “There’s so many other things we could do with that pretty mouth.” 

Seokjin wants to throw up, and Namjoon, for his part, looks the same. “You don’t have to go with him, hyung,” he says, voice almost imperceptibly shaky. 

“It’s okay, Namjoonie. You finish your drink. Seungwook and I have some catching up to do.” For whatever it’s worth, he tries to give Namjoon a look that says ‘I don’t really want to do this and I’m sorry he’s here and I’m sorry I’m ditching you to save us all from a potential scandal,’ but that’s a lot to communicate with two eyebrows and too much makgeolli, so he probably just looks ridiculous. 

“They always come back for more,” Seungwook says, looking smug and to no one in particular, but it makes Namjoon’s fists clench at his sides. 

Resigned, Seokjin turns Seungwook toward the exit and tries to give Namjoon his most reassuring look as they leave the table. “Let’s get out of here,” he says, as he guides his ex to the door.

He misses the way Namjoon watches them leave, upset, before downing the rest of his whisky in one go and ordering two more from the waiter who finally delivers their food, just a few minutes too late.

#seokjin fic #namjoon fic #seokjin imagines #bts imagines #bts fanfction #kvanity #seokjin x namjoon #fic: cl

[harrywavycurly]

The first time Princess sleeps at Joe's place: he buys a calming air freshener and those dryer balls to make his sheets as soft as possible so that she sleeps well and stays again, texts her reminders of what to pack, closely watches her night routine in case he gets the opportunity to assist in the future, holds her jaw (and does that thumb rub) to apply her lip balm, and has her stuffy give her a cheek kiss goodnight. He stays up for a bit after she falls asleep, propped up on an elbow and stroking her cheek, to look at her in his bed (but in a not creepy way); it took her a while to fall asleep because she kept shifting to get even closer to him and stealing one last look at her pretty boy.

Hii babes!! So I absolutely love this and I hope you enjoy these conversations between Joe and Princess!🥹💖

-find all things Joe and his Princess here✨

-also the first one is based on my Polar Bear named Frank because all hell will be raised if he touches the floor😂 don’t ask why I’m just weird about him touching the floor🙈✨

Tag List: @rach5ive

*Joe just wants you to be comfortable so you’ll want to stay over again*

“Did you pack your stuffy my darling?” “I did, you only sent me about five texts reminding me not to forget him.” “I just know you can’t sleep without him so I didn’t want to risk you forgetting him and not being able to sleep well…is that him then?” “Yes…this is Brucey the Bear and he can’t touch the floor or…I will freak out.” “Oh right okay…nice to meet you Brucey…no pressure.”

“Is that lavender?…oh my god how are your sheets so soft?” “Yes I got a little uhm diffuser thing like the one you have at your place…I just use fabric softener and those dryer ball things.” “I’m never leaving this bed…really it’s so comfortable and soft…did you really get a diffuser just for me?” “I just wanted you to be comfortable love that’s all.” “Well you’ve accomplished that goal lovey.”

“So you do your serums first then…what?” “Oh then it’s my face and eye cream…why are you watching me like that?” “Just taking mental notes baby…just in case I have to do this for you one day.” “You’d do my skin care for me?” “Of course…so what’s the last step?” “Uh it’s just my lip balm.” “May I?” “Sure…oh your hands are soft have you been using that lotion I gave you?” “I have…how’s that? Or do you need more?” “It’s perfect…can we go snuggle now?”

“All nice and cozy Princess?” “I forgot my fuzzy socks…” “that’s okay baby I have a few pairs…I picked them out so you’d have some here just in case…so white with purple flowers or white with pink hearts?” “Ohh hearts please lovey…oh these are so soft I love them.” “I’m glad…left foot please sweetheart…good girl…okay now are you all nice and cozy and ready for bed?” “Yes…I just need my boyfriend to come snuggle with me and I’ll be ready for bed.” “Comfy?…do you need anything?” “I’m good…what about you? Do you need anything?” “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

“Love? Are you asleep?” “No…m’not sleep yet.” “Right…sweet dreams baby…Brucey and I will just be watching over you.” “Love you…lovey.” “I love you too darling….she’s quite adorable when she’s asleep isn’t she Brucey?…..right I’m talking to a teddy bear…”

#Joseph Quinn x princess #Joseph Quinn x spoiled reader #Joseph Quinn series #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fluff #jospeh quinn rpf #Joseph Quinn #my little british baby #Princess conversations

[plushietoon]

How about 4?

(Because of the reblog)

Hope everything's fine! ✌️

WarioWare Fan Ask Game!

4. Do you have any personal headcanons or interpretations of the characters? (In relation to design, hobbies, connections to other characters, etc)

Tagging @freakattack since they asked about this too. But I will squeeze in more headcanons in that post >:3 (please do not worry I will indulge in stuff here too)

I've been obsessed with this series since 2018, so I have like, about 6 years of headcanons. This does not include me goofing off with the Thangs in my youth, though I love them dearly. ...it's just that this love is overshadowed by ninjas.

Here's a chunk of headcanons:

Orbulon is squishy and very capable of transformation. I'm stealing the idea from @the-ren-amamiya that he cannot change his eyes when transforming into other beings so he still just wears his shades. He fluctuates between both lanky and chubby depending on his mood, but I like thinking of a middle ground between the two...like give him his boots back, please...

Him, Red, and Ana have gotten into transformation antics because we cannot forget that Red is both Ashley's wand and broom. It is very hard to beat those three when they are hiders in hide and seek. I like @scarlett-v-the-fox's idea that Red's transformations must contain the color red somewhere on him. So between that and Orbulon's eyes, only Ana can do a perfect 1 to 1 transformation when she feels like it.

In speaking of Ana, she's a bit like Ash's Pikachu because she likes contorting herself to partially resemble others to emphasize who's she's (or Kat are) talking about. That or she has a non verbal episode...she has quite a few moments where she doesn't want to talk, or simply can't. Yes I am a bit of a believer she has some neurodivergence, because I am in that boat of being neurodivergent and she has the vibes™.

Shadow was specifically bred to be a dog that's an expert in ninjutsu. Most doggos can't quite just turn into a sword. So in a sense, he's an inheritance from the ninja parents...or clan. Honestly I should pull up my notes on how...distant the parents are...if I can find them.

If you know me, you know I am very fixated on the idea that Ana and Lulu end up as besties. Ana still loves Kat. It's just that on the few occasions where Kat isn't around, there was a time Ana latched onto Lulu 'cause next best thing...that and they both love wearing dresses and eating. Ana cannot talk Kat into the whole frilly dress up time. It may not make full sense in most's lores and maybe even canon, but the one I developed with a close friend has those two also be supportive of one another in developing a sense of self. ...I really need to finish that fic where as (pre?) teens where pageant violence happens. ...It's not exactly as exciting as it sounds, but let's just say Ana defended Lulu who was being harassed by others for not being conventionally pretty.

I used to believe that the Thangs literally lived in Club Sugar. It's a tall building, and I tried to recreate that in the Sims 4. That isn't true anymore but Mr. Sugar still has to deal with the Thangs on a 20/7 basis. Also Mr. Sugar has a instagram for his kitty Bochi.

Miyakiyo has a YouTube Channel featuring her dog Jack, the doggo in the "Shake!" microgame from the first game. It's very much like like Maya the Polar Bear, and it's quite popular. She took advantage of the fact that WarioWare featured Jack in a microgame, especially because Wario ain't paying the royalties to feature that doggo. Of course, the twins are still good friends with Miyakiyo and Jack. I just haven't quite decided Miyakiyo's age.

Bridget and Sal Out are rivals...but are much friendlier to each other compared to how Vanessa treats them and Mona.

The doctor from "Listen to the Doctor" has 2 offices, with the one at Caresaway Isle as his vacation workplace. The nurse he works with tends to the one in Diamond City when he's away to that island. Yes he is absolutely the primary care doctor to all of the WarioWare cast.

I have a lot but I'll share more in other posts. Again, got 6 years of being fixated on this series. Feel free to ask for any specifics and what not!

#warioware #plush blabs #headcanon #as for me i'm struggling but i'm here

[snailstrailz]

Tabaluga: The girl who fell off the world

Chapter 1, the girl who fell off the world

Pairings: Arktos/Bianca (oc)

Rating: T, teen and up audiences

Tags: my own interpretation of Tabaluga, it's a combination of the movie, book, and show.

Content warnings: none (in this chapter)

Wordcount: 2,123

Summary: A mountain climber called Bianca is lost in a storm and finds herself in Ice land. She receives the help of a friendly, mysterious young girl called Lilli. She meets Arktos, who seems eager to get her to stay in Ice land.

Note: this took a while to make, more to come soon! For now I'm going to let myself finally rest

The missing person’s case of Bianca Caulfeild is still at large. The mountain climber is yet to show after an unexpected turn of the weather yesterday separated her from her group. Search efforts still continue with little to go on. The only thing search and rescue have come across is her hat, theorized to have been blown off by the wind while she was lost in the storm.

“The dogs keep losing the trail, we couldn't find anything when we dug up the snow, we looked in all the spots where she might have taken shelter, still nothing.” a search and rescue officer says, “it’s like she just… fell off the world.”

That’s what the news had to say about Bianca, that officer was more right than he thought.

When Bianca woke up, huddled under an embankment, she was at first glad to be still alive. Soon, though, confusion set in. She was surrounded by foothills, a white forest in the distance, and a crooked tree was on the hill above her that she didn't remember being there. She definitely would have remembered it too, looking like a Christmas decoration with long icicles hanging down from its branches. She pulled herself to her feet, examining her surroundings more. Had she somehow gotten turned around and gone down the mountain? But how could have she gotten so far so quickly? And more importantly, where was the mountain? She turned herself around, bewildered and starting to panic. She couldn't see her own hand in front of her face back in that storm, she had to be missing something, she was just confused, she just needed to wait until she was found. Her head was racing, interrupted only by the voice of a young girl.

“Who are you?”

Bianca whipped around, met with an even stranger sight. A girl, no older that fifteen with snow-white hair and ghostly pale skin. She was wearing an unseasonably thin blue dress and most curious of her features, she had joints, like a doll. Bianca questioned if she was actually still alive, this girl definitely wasn’t a human, though she was a good replica of one. The girl furrowed her brow, no doubt curious. She stepped forward toward Bianca, who stepped back. Nonetheless, the mysterious girl approached, reaching out her white hand towards Bianca.

“You… look like me…” she said, about to touch Bianca’s cheek when she was scooped up in the arms of a polar bear, who was standing on two legs and wearing a scarf that was as bright red as his nose. “Don’t touch that, Lilli!” he yelped, “you have no idea where it’s been!” The bear looked at Bianca with scrutiny. “I don’t even know what that is…”

“She looks like me, Limbo!” the girl, Lilli said again.

“Huh, She does.” Limbo said, putting the girl down and giving Bianca a stiff prod with his claw. “You both only have fur on the tops of your head!” Limbo tilted his head, “I’ve never seen you, where did you come from?”

“I’m lost. I was hoping you might be able to tell me where I am, actually.” Bianca finally spoke, nervously looking Limbo in the eye.

“Ice Land!” Lilli piped up.

“Iceland?” Bianca scoffed, “I was in the french alps! How could I have crossed the sea?”

“French… Alps?”Lilli asked, head tilted “what’s that?”

Bianca’s face fell. Now she really had no idea what was going on now. Lilli seemed to be pondering something and glanced at Limbo

“...you don't think..” he said softly.

“Arktos said it could happen.” tLilli replied. She then turned to Bianca again. “I don’t think you’re from this world…”

“Oh, interesting.” Bianca said, she definitely wasn’t in Kansas anymore, talking polar bears and all. “How do I get back.” Bianca said flatly.

The girl and bear exchanged an uncomfortable glance. Bianca felt her stomach drop.

“You don’t know, do you?” Bianca sighed.

“No, I’m sorry…” Lilli paused, her face lighting up again, “I bet Arktos will know what to do!” Lilli snatched Bianca’s hand and began pulling her down a path that wove through the hills, “come on, Polaris isn’t far!”

Before Bianca could question what Polaris was the three of them were well on their way. Along their journey, they came upon the mouth of a crevasse between the two halves of a great ice sheet that was split in half. Lilli eagerly strode forward, but Bianca’s heels were stiff in the snow. Lilli turned back to face her.

“Come on!” Lilli pushed, tugging Bianca’s arm.

“Are you sure?” Bianca asked, “isn't there another way around?”

“If you want to walk for two days, yes.” Limbo said.

Bianca gulped and indulged Lilli’s concerned expression, continuing forward through the split in the ice. The walls of the crevasse were decorated with intricate carvings, carvings of dragons. They stood tall, wings spread, and flames flying forth from their mouths in some of the etchings. Bianca marveled at them, catching Lilli’s attention.

“Dragons.” she said.

“Dragons?” Bianca parroted.

“yes, dragons! Arktos said they used to be all around. They used to protect the land with their fire. But they all disappeared.” Lilli informed.

“Just like that?”

“Well, he did say it wasn't all at once. They all vanished one by one.”

Bianca made a noise of acknowledgement. She wondered where they could have gone. She remembers that her friends probably were thinking the same thing. She must have been quiet for a while because Lilli stopped and looked at her. Her blue eyes looked up into Bianca’s brown ones questioningly.

“I’m ok.” Bianca said quietly. As Lill started walking again they exited the tunnel.

“We’re almost there!” Lilli said, pointing forward to a sparkling city in the near distance.

Buildings with domed roofs piled up toward the center, where a grand palace proudly stood. The city reminded Bianca of a glacier, with it’s upward momentum and towers jutting out in a regular pattern among the buildings, leaving a trail to the spires connected to the ice palace, wich itself had three small towers on the outside and a large one in the center. All buildings were circular, like igloos, which they probably were, given that ice seemed to be the primary material in Ice Land. surrounding the entire city was an imposing wall, the only entrance of which was an even more imposing gate.

Bianca didn't get much time to take Polaris in from a distance as Lilli continued to lead her forward hand in hand. Reaching the gate, the group was stopped by three polar bear guards. “Who’s this?” the biggest one asked, question directed at Limbo.

“Rex! This is Bianca. Shes a… I don’t know what she is, exactly.” Limbo stumbled, “Lilli found her and-”

“I don't care.” Rex growled, flashing his sharp teeth. Bianca gulped at the sight of Rex, much larger than the already hefty Limbo, and much more muscular too. He was wearing a black turtleneck and a patch over his left eye to match. “What is your business?” Rex re adjusted his speech to Bianca.

“Lilli wanted to bring me here, sir.” Bianca paused, but Lilli squeezed her hand reassuringly. “... to see Arktos, sir. She believes he knows a way to send me hom-”

“Is this true, Lilli?” Rex interrupted.

“Yes, sir.” Lilli replied.

“Right, then.” Rex said, pinning his large arms behind his back. “Limbo, search the visitor’s bag.” he stared at Limbo intensely with that one eye and Limbo gave a nervous nod. Bianca pulled off her backpack, which she had forgotten she had on at all until it had been pointed out. Limbo unzipped it and began to rummage through it, occasionally pulling something out, deeming it fine, and putting it back in. until he happened across something that made him pause. He pulled a small, red box free, examining it. He read the label aloud: “fire starting kit.”

Rex narrowed his eye at Bianca, but Limbo quickly butted in. “I’m confiscating this!” he declared. Though, he realized he had nowhere to stow the box, so he instead opted to throw it several yards away, where it made an unceremonious ‘flump’ when it hit the snow. Limbo shoved Bianca’s pack back into her hands and with a grunt, Rex buzzed the trio in.

The doors opened at a glacial pace, the rumble from them scraping the ground shaking sheets of snow from the top of the wall, Limbo and Lilli stepping through when the door was open wide enough, Bianca in tow.

The city of Polaris was grander on the inside. The exterior of buildings had spectacular arches and intricate snowflake details on doorways and windows. The roads were thoroughly shoveled, bear cubs and penguin chicks having snowball fights used the piled snow as shelter from their friend’s onslaught. Meanwhile the adults went about their business, working and running errands. However, as Bianca was noticed, the hustle and bustle stopped. Penguins stared and whispered behind their flippers, mother bears pulled their curious cubs close. They continued forward nonetheless, following the straight main path up the steps of the glittering ice palace.

The path was quite steep, Bianca thought, imagining that the locals were probably used to it. Lilli and Limbo definitely seemed unbothered by how upward the citadel was.

In front of the palace, the path opened up to a plaza, where the citizens would gather when the occupant of the grandiose structure addressed them. They walked up the steps, past more imposing polar bear guards, scaled another set of stairs, and passed another great set of doors before they entered the throne room of this palace.

Alone, atop the seat with a snowflake-shaped back sat a snowman. Bianca was a little taken aback, but at this point she didn't know what she was expecting. He shifted in his seat, a glint in his yellow eyes when he laid them on Bianca. He pulled himself forward and got off his throne.

“Father!” Lilli shouted, running up to the Arktos and hugging his round body.

He gave an ‘oof’ when she hit him, and he gave his daughter a pat on the head. “Watch the buttons, dear.” he chided softly and turned his attention to Bianca. He approached, shuffling along as he lacked legs.

“Who might you be?” he said, standing in front of Bianca, towering over her.

“I’m Bianca.” she replied, voice wavering in his presence. Arktos tipped his hat, which his eyes were evidently attached to and he took her hand in his own, gloved one.

“What brings you here? You certainly seem lost.” Arktos observed.

“Long story short, I was teleported to Ice Land by a blizzard.”

Arktos shook his head, “I figured this would happen eventually.” he lamented, “no worry, though, Bianca.” he followed through on taking her hand, pulling it to his face and pressing his icy cold lips to the back of her palm. Bianca knew it was a formality, but her cheeks flushed pink anyway, making Arktos flash a smirk. “I can send you home. In time.”

“In time?” Bianca said, dread in her voice.

“Yes, sadly.” Arktos replied, “the conditions aren't right.” he gave a shrug. “However, I will outstretch my hospitality until then, miss. I’ll let you stay right here in my palace” Arktos folded his hands, smiling as warmly as a snowman could.

“Oh, well, Thank you…” Bianca sputtered, still flustered.

“You get to stay!” Lilli cheered, smiling from ear to ear.

“Why don't you show her the guest room, Lilli?” Arktos said, giving his daughter a pat on the back. She obliged, taking Bianca’s hand again and leading her out of the throne room toward the halls. She could have sworn she heard Arktos say “she’ll be perfect.” as she left the room, but brushed it off as Lilli eagerly led her. Upstairs. She picked a door, leading Bianca inside. There was a blue bed, a blue carpet and a blue… everything, safe for the sunset outside the triad of arched windows that took up one of the walls, everything in that room was some form of blue.

“Your room!” Lilli exclaimed,

“Thank you, Lilli.” Bianca bent over slightly to meet Lilli’s gaze, “you really saved me, there.”

Lilli smiled widely and threw her arms around Bianca, hugging her for a while. “I’ll go now.” Lilli said, pulling away, “you’re probably tired.” with that, she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Lilli was right. Bianca was exhausted. She threw off her pack, ran her fingers through her brown hair in the mirror, and flopped down on the bed. The feeling of the kiss Arktos left on her hand lingered with a tingling sensation, probably because his lips were so cold. Bianca concluded.

#Tabaluga #fanficton

[dreamqueenkala]

Hey! Would i maybe be able to request a jacob x Fem!reader where the reader and jacob are almost opposites and not eachothers type at all (with the reader being more like abi and dylan, and a gamer pothead) but they just click and like rachother instantly, and just flirt and mutually pine. With a smutty confession? 😏

MAGNET

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Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Awkward Geeking; Innuendos; Gentle!Dom!Jacob; Sub!Reader; Teasing; Oral(Female Receiving)

Female Reader x Jacob Custos

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“Kids suck!” I whined as I tossed my head back, slumping in the rolling chair I’d stolen from Dylan, whom was still hunched over the radio desk. Clicking the knob, the PA system crackled before falling silent, the daily announcements finally over. Dylan exhaled heavily and turned to face me, leaning against the desk with his legs stretched and crossed at the ankles.

“Hey, they can be cute.” I deadpanned at the brunette, whom raised his hands in mock defeat. “Alright, alright, they can be a handful, sometimes…all the time.” He relented as I raised a brow, earning a chuckle from me. Brushing the (H/C) strands that had strayed from my (ponytail/bun/headband) from my face, I tossed my arms above my head and stretched. My back cracked and Dylan flinched, expressing his disgust with a gag.

“How the hell can you do that? It’s so gross.” I grinned and cracked my knuckles, the brunette groaning with distaste at the sound. “Stop! Get out with your nasty bones!”

I chuckled as he shooed me towards the door, stumbling slightly over my feet. “Fine, fine! I’ve got a teddy bear to go bother anyway.” His grin morphed into a playful smirk, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ooooh, yes! I won’t fuck a bear, but you can definitely fuck that particular bear.” Dylan cooed, breaking out with laughter as I flipped him off. “See ya, loser!”

This was a typical occurrence between myself and my brother, Dylan. Yes, I’m a Lenivy. I’m also just as much, if not more of, a geek like my brother. IQ’s above 160, 4.0 GPA, and a huge interest in both technology and science, my brother and I were almost identical personality wise. Physically, Dylan resembled our mother more than I did. I took after my grandfathers features mostly, but my dads button nose and his thick but curved eyebrows were something I retained. My features were soft due to my feminine genes, and I embarrassingly also retained my mothers rather larger bosom and thighs, making me a bit thicker than the average female, but I wasn’t too focused on that.

Another difference between myself and my brother was our hair and eye color. He gained my dads doe eyes and my mothers chocolate curls. I, on the other hand, had my dads (H/C) waves and my mothers sharp (E/C) eyes. We really didn’t look much alike, but the similarities in our half smiles and our brains was all we needed. I adored my brother, and he adored me, despite the obsession he had with annoying me endlessly.

Dylan’s favorite topic to tease and annoy me over was my crush on a particular teddy bear of a jock. At Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp, my brother ran the announcements and I was the crafts instructor—not art like Abigail did, but rather construction like old school hand powered batteries and cranks and such. Old technology. The jock in question was the sports coach, leading the physical activities we played like Volleyball, Soccer and even Tag. He was a big guy, obviously, but unlike the stereotype people assumed he played into, underneath the surface he was actually a loveable, awkward and gold-hearted man.

He went out of his way to make others laugh or smile, much like my brother and I, and though he had that obnoxious bravado about him, he was genuinely very sweet. He sought love and acceptance, a reason to stay and a reason to be happy, something not a lot of people gave him. His name was Jacob Custos, and the guy was absolutely adorable.

Jacob and I, despite being polar opposites personality wise, hit it off from day one. We ran into each other in the lodge during orientation—literally ran into each other. His hulking frame compared to my much shorter stature barreled me over in the hall near the kitchen. If it wasn’t for his quick reflexes, my ass would’ve been broken on the old wooden flooring. No, instead, the jock had caught me with his right arm, which hooked around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

I’d never been that close to a guy, in any sense.

All he said as we met eyes was, ‘Hi.’ My brain short circuiting at the close proximity to such an attractive man, I stupidly replied with a, ‘Hey Cutie.’ The blush that rose to his cheeks was well worth it, though.

Shortly into the first week, the two of us had already become good friends. When I wasn’t supervising the kids during craft time or bothering my brother in the radio hut, I was somewhere around camp hanging out with Jacob. Despite our interests lying on opposite ends of the spectrum, we enjoyed discussing them. I adored how passionate the guy got about water polo—something he surprisingly enjoyed far more than football, even though he didn’t play on his high school team—and how often he made me laugh with his silly behavior and dramatic gestures.

I like to think Jacob enjoyed talking to me as much as I enjoyed talking to him, if the smiles he always shared with me or the way his eyes sparkled with mirth whenever we spoke was anything to go off of. He was a genuine sweetheart through and through.

One time, to save a camper from injuring themselves building a small birdhouse, I’d swooped in and slammed my hand down over theirs. The hammer they’d been using smashed into the back of my hand and broke my middle finger. Jacob was the first to be by my side when it happened, cradling my hand and barking at the kid who’d caused the accident. They apologized, of course, and I had Abi take over my class.

Jacob could get a little too sweet sometimes, though. In that same situation, he’d scooped me up in his arms and carried me all the way to the clinic in the lodge. Completely unnecessary as it was only my finger that was injured, but it was sweet nonetheless. He even stayed with me til my finger was set and wrapped up safely.

Another week in and Jacob and I had begun to flip the script a bit. Our banter became a bit more…intimate, with innuendos and subtle flirting mixed in.

For instance…

“Jacob, can you help me set up the campers tents?”

“(Y/N), I don’t see why you need any help. You erect my tent without effort.”

“Jacob!”

Or…

“(Y/N) get up or you’re gonna miss breakfast!”

“Can’t miss breakfast if you’re in bed with me.”

At first, it was easy to hide it, but by the third week my brother picked up on it. Then the relentless teasing came in and I was more flustered around Jacob from that point.

Dylan was the one who helped me understand that I was infatuated with the guy. From the way my heart hammered in my chest and my cheeks flushed, to the overly bright smile I had on my face whenever I came back from hanging out with Jacob, even to how I always found a way to gush about his amazing qualities whenever it was just me and Dylan.

Jacob was amazing. Truly.

Sighing blissfully at the memories in my head, I made my way towards Jacob’s cabin. Half way up the steps the door opened, the guy in question peering past the doorframe at me. A wide smile crossed his face and he stumbled the rest of the way out, waving to Nick whom he shared his cabin with.

“Hey JC. Ready to go?”

“My hero! Saving me from the ravenous dork in my cabin.” He teased, glancing back as he began to close the door. “See ya, Nicky-Boy!”

“Fuck off, Jakey-Poo!” Nicks voice called from inside, and I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled in my throat. Grasping my left hand in his right, Jacob led me toward the clearing down the path to the firepit—Shady Glade or something. I never remembered the name of the path, I just knew it wasn’t rocky.

“‘Jakey-Poo’, huh?” I cooed after a quiet moment, quirking a brow as our hands swung. He huffed, the apples of his cheeks darkened slightly out of embarrassment. “Got a boyfriend, Mr. Custos?”

“Uh, yeah—no. Nick’s, uh, cool and all but I don’t swing that way. Preeeetty sure he’s got a thing for Abi anyway.” I rolled my eyes at his dorky explanation, squeezing his much larger hand gently.

“Good. Would’ve meant you were off the table.” His brows shot up quickly, lips parted as he whipped his head to face me.

“W-Wha—for real?”

“Jacob, do you really think either of us would be flirting like this if we weren’t at least somewhat interested in each other?” It was kind of cute how oblivious the guy could be, though, some moments tested my patience.

“W-Well, I mean—“ I covered his mouth with my free hand, tugging him to a stop in the clearing with the other. He blinked down at me owlishly, his breathe on my palm warm and his grip on my hand just a little sweaty. I smiled warmly at him, tilting my head to the side and gazing through my eyelashes into his dark eyes.

“You’re so sweet, JC. And so passionate. You’re strong and kind…” My hand left his mouth to trail down his jaw, fingertips dancing over his clothed shoulders to his pecs, tracing the dip in his abdomen where his abs were outlined, tickling the happy trail I knew hid beneath his shirt just above his v-line. He shivered, swallowing thickly as his pupils dilated slightly, shoulders quivering. “Kinda makes me wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

A deep groan left him at those words, his expression morphing from desire to panic as I moved away and released his hand. “W-Wha—(Y/N), wait!” I giggled and took off running, his thumping footsteps proceeding after me only a few seconds later. I dashed between the trees and over bushes, leaping over small rock ledges to get a boost. I hid behind a large tree and covered my mouth, holding back soft giggles. The closer he grew to me, the more my heart raced, my cheeks flushed.

“(Y/N)…” His voice was a bit deeper, huskier, the grin easy to pick out from his lifted tone. “Don’t make me find you.” I snickered softly, cutting myself off with a sharp inhale, praying he didn’t hear me. His footsteps had gone quiet, and I dared to peek my head around the right side of the tree.

“Found you.”

I squealed as his arms enveloped my waist from behind, lifting me into the air. Our laughter mingled as he spun me in circles, the absolute delight shared between us light and gentle. Settling down, I turned in his arms as my feet met the grass, hands on his biceps. His gaze softened slightly and he dipped his head down slightly, nose brushing mine.

“Can I…?” I nodded, his lips meeting mine as smooth and gentle as if I was fragile, his embrace strong but light around my waist. I hummed softly against him, my dominant hand lifting to cup his cheek. A soft sigh left his nose as we kissed and he leaned into my palm. Pressing my back against the tree, Jacob’s hands slid down to grasp at the small of my back, his hips flush to mine. The kiss ended for but a short moment, our eyes meeting slowly as we breathed in sync.

It was so soft, so sweet, so perfect—his arms cradling me, his breathe on my lips, his dark eyes swimming with absolute adoration and glee, pressed so close we could feel each other’s heart beats. I smiled so wide then, his lips curling to match mine. Our lips met again and slowly, more heat rose behind them. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I grinned wider, denying him entry.

He didn’t like that.

Jacob’s brows furrowed and his large fingers slid down to the curve of my ass, squeezing the flesh beneath my jeans. I gasped, enabling the male the opportunity to bury his tongue down my throat, lewd wet sounds mixed with desperate gasps and deep groans between us. My fingers on his cheek found their way to his hair, tugging at the dark locks beneath his cap. It fell to the grass as he tossed his head back, returning to me only to lather my neck in open-mouthed kisses and nips.

Arching my back, my hands found his shoulders and tugged him closer, my legs raising to wrap around his waist. Jacob’s hands moved to cup the back of my thighs, hoisting me higher up the tree til he rested on his knees and my legs were over his shoulders. I bit my lip, my (H/C) disheveled and falling from its (ponytail/bun/headband), my (S/C) skin flushed and my heart racing. Jacob gazed up at me with a sweet smile and soft eyes, pressing a kiss to my hip just beneath the hem of my shirt.

“Are you sure you want to do this, (Y/N)?” He asked, concern swimming in those deliciously dark pools of his.

“It’s always you. Only ever been you.” Swallowing thickly he tugged the hem of my jeans and panties down, pressing chaste open-mouthed kisses to my bare thighs whilst my clothes rested around my knees over his head.

Jacob exhaled softly over my core, a loud mewl leaving me as his tongue prodded at my clit. Eyes rolling back, I bucked my hips forward as his lips enclosed around my clit, tongue flicking the bundle of nerves with fervor. My fingers threaded through his hair and I tugged hard, sweet high-pitched moans and stammered whimpers the only encouragement he needed.

Jacob’s tongue moved down and pressed into my hole, greedily slurping at the slick already presenting itself between my thighs. I crossed my ankles and bucked my hips more, his groans of satisfaction stimulating me further. My moans became squeaking whines and I felt the ball building in my stomach tremble.

“J-Jacob, ah—! P-Please!” His eyes flicked up to meet mine, taking in my expression of ecstasy. A deep groan from him muffled against my pussy was more than enough to throw me over the edge, a soft cry muffled by my hand against my lips the only sound other than Jacob’s slurping. My thighs quivered against his shoulders, my eyes rolled back as the high slowly relaxed. Jacob lowered me to the ground carefully, fixing my clothes back in place and wiping his face on his shirt.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, smiling at me so innocently lovedrunk you wouldn’t have thought he’d been doing something so sinfully intimate to me. His arms enveloped me, pulling me against his chest and his nose burying itself in my hair. I curled my arm around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, gazing up at him with pure love and joy.

“You’re handsome. And all mine.” I replied, earning a soft chuckle from the goofy jock.

“All yours, angel.”

#abigail blyg #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #jacob custos #kaitlyn ka #max brinly #nick furcillo #ryan erzahler #hacketts quarry #laura kearney #travis hackett #chris hackett #the quarry game #the quarry #smut #fluff #x reader #reader insert #male x female #mxf #female reader #my stuff #apocalypticnova #request #oneshot

[mikalara-dracula]

🧊 Shu's time at the North Pole hcs—

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Re-upload bc Tumblr's being glitchy....

🧊 As we know, Shu was sent to the North Pole as punishment for failing his exam and having to repeat his third year of high school.

🧊 Karl figured this would be the best way to teach him a lesson, and so, off Shu went.

🧊 When Ayato heard Shu was leaving, he was jealous that he was leaving because he thought that Shu had the excuse to go meet Santa. xDD

🧊 It was rough for him at first.

🧊 Like really rough.

🧊 He was totally unfamiliar with the environment.

🧊 Since he’s a vampire, he doesn’t need warmth and won’t die because of this extreme weather, but still, it’s pretty irritating to someone of their nature.

🧊 And to make matters worse, Karl confiscated his earphones and MP3, so he had no music to listen to.

🧊 When Shu first got there, he was given a wake up call as to how tough shit would be.

🧊 He ended up falling through some thin ice and got completely soaked, and it took him hours to find a way out.

🧊 There was no cabin, so he was stuck sleeping outside in the cold at first.

🧊 So, he figured he’d get his ass in gear and start finding solutions to cope with his situation.

🧊 He found a random sled in the thick snow that was probably left behind by some villager, and just started tagging it along behind him in case he had to carry anything.

🧊 Shu brought his sled along and dragged it on throughout his journey whenever there’d be a hill he had to go down or whatever.

🧊 His plan was to find a village where he could settle but in the meantime he eventually figured out how to make an igloo so it wouldn’t be as cold.

🧊 The reindeers liked him for some reason.

🧊 He’d be sleeping on a patch of ice/snow to rest after walking for so long, and they’d simply pull on his clothes, or nibble at his legs to understand what he was.

🧊 He told them to go away, and they didn’t seem to like that response.

🧊 So instead, more kept crowding around of all sizes and they started to yap at him until he got up.

🧊 Because he got fed up with them, he just started walking again.

🧊 And some of them kept following him on his journey to find a village.

🧊 And while following him, one of the reindeers even offered him some shrub to eat, and when he refused, it pushed him into the ice cold water.

🧊 Shu eventually got out and resumed his journey, feeling fed up with those reindeers, but yet, one baby reindeer from the group was left and persisted on following him.

🧊 He of course told the creature to get lost over and over, but it didn’t listen and just kept following him wherever he went.

🧊 Shu actually started to grow attached to this little guy, mostly because he was cute and pretty affectionate.

🧊 Can you just imagine him brushing up against his leg? Like awww :’)

🧊 Anyways—so, while he was searching for villagers and some Christmas-looking village or whatever, he crossed over onto territory that was strictly for polar bears.

🧊 And they were not happy about it.

🧊 The minute they saw him, he was done for.

🧊 Although when the bears saw him, he used his sled as his weapon to fight them off, only to have one them get their jaws on it and tear it pieces.

🧊 After this happened, he used the nearest tree branch or something to fight them off.

🧊 And when this didn’t work, he used his vampire powers to run out of there.

🧊 He changed into his bat form so that he could fly away from it all, leaving him and his little reindeer friend to get separated.

🧊 Although with him doing this, it meant losing his clothes and being naked when he’d turn back into his vampire form.

🧊 (@liannelara-dracula and I have headcanoned that when vampires in DL use their bat forms, they’re naked when they change back into the vampire forms. We have a post on it regarding the Sakamaki brothers if you want to check it out. Click/tap here to view it.)

🧊 And when he turned back into his usual form, he was honestly so out of energy that he ended up collapsing from being exhausted from the fight and having cuts and bruises as well.

🧊 So he laid there naked, dead tired, and beat in the snow.

🧊 It wasn’t until a few hours or so that two villagers found him and aided him.

🧊 The two villagers were a father and a daughter who lived together amongst others in a small village.

🧊 He ended up waking up in this cabin so he was confused and was looking around.

🧊 Overall, they gave him new clothes, made him something to eat, and nurtured him cuz y’know, they think he’s human.

🧊 The village girl was left in charge to take care of Shu, while her father went out and fished for their supper.

🧊 She was giving him so much care and he was confused, but he took it considering these weeks had been rough.

🧊 He ended up taking a liking to her and she the same.

🧊 Mostly because she saw him naked.

🧊 The family grew to like him since they were trying to learn about where he came from and they where just giving him hospitality.

🧊 Shu may have helped them a little for the time that he stayed with them, such as gathering berries and such.

🧊 He probably learned a bit of Inuit as well through staying with them, but they would mostly communicate via hand signals lol.

🧊 And you can best bet that he made moves on that village chick and even slept with her!

🧊 She had grown very fond of him, which lead to their one night stand.

🧊 It wasn’t long after when he said his goodbyes and ended up departing from them since he didn’t want to take advantage of their hospitality.

🧊 So, Shu ventured out again, heading back to the igloo he had built and on his way back, he ran into his little reindeer pal again.

🧊 And you can bet the little guy recognized him and started hanging by his side again.

🧊 They did pretty much everything together.

🧊 There was one day when they were walking through the wild and the reindeer pulled at his pants and was pulling him in a certain direction.

🧊 “What’s up with you?” He’d question.

🧊 Since the little guy wouldn’t stop, he followed him and led him to a point where he could see the northern lights.

🧊 Shu was honestly taken back. It was so quiet, peaceful, and beautiful—plus, with his little reindeer pal by his side, it was all enough to have him fall asleep.

🧊 And when Karl saw that he officially had enough of this life, he allowed him to come back.

🧊 When he and the little guy had to part ways, the reindeer was sad to let him go.

🧊 Shu crouched down to his level and promised the reindeer he’d visit.

🧊 He sighed, “I’ll come back . . . but I have to go home first.”

🧊 With this, the reindeer was okay with the idea and probably nuzzled his leg as a goodbye.

🧊 And once Shu returned, he was relieved to be home.

🧊 But he didn’t mind how it turned out seeing he got laid.

🧊 The first thing Ayato did when he got home was ask him about Santa.

🧊 “So, did you see Santa?” Ayato would ask curiously.

🧊 Shu looked at him only to sigh, looking so done with what he asked. “Yes, I saw Santa. He knows who you are by the way.”

🧊 “Wha- Shit! For real?”

🧊 “Hey, I’d watch your mouth. He’s watching.” He’d joke, finding it funny that his brother had bought into his lie.

🧊 His brothers where asking him millions of questions, especially about some of the scars still left on his face from the polarbear fight.

🧊 And so he got to tell them how it was some what rough, but that it wasn’t so bad.

🧊 “Y’know, I kinda enjoyed it.” He’s say.

🧊 Reiji would be confused to hear this, seeing it was supposed to be a punishment.

🧊 Even his brothers were confused.

🧊 “What?? How so?” They would all ask.

🧊 “Well, . . . once I reached the village there was a village girl there.”

🧊 “A village girl you say?” Laito would say. “Do tell us more!”

🧊 Down Laito xDD.

🧊 “She was nice . . . .” Shu would smile smugly.

🧊 “That’s it!?” His brothers would reply in unison.

🧊 “ . . . And, I left her some marks to remember me by.” Shu would add.

🧊 “I doubt that through all this you’d sleep with a woman. It is impossible, and down right ridiculous—even for you, Shu! This was a survival trip, not a bar.” Reiji would scold, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

🧊 Shu would brush off his brother’s commentary, leading on to say, “Say what you want, but I’m expecting a post card from her within a week.”

🧊 “Yeah, right!” Ayato would comment.

🧊 Before walking to his room, Shu would shrug his shoulders and smugly commenting, “You’ll see.”

🧊 *fast forward to a week later*

🧊 It had been a week since Shu returned, and you can say things returned to the way they were before, except for Ayato.

🧊 He’d been asking Shu questions about Santa all week, such as how he knows him, what's he planning to bring him for Christmas and if he’s on the naughty list.

🧊 And of course, because Shu’s an ass, he’s been answering Ayato’s questions and telling him stories of total nonsense regarding Santa, and they’ve annoyed everyone to a high degree, especially Reiji.

🧊 Apart from this, mail day finally arrived.

🧊 Reiji was getting the mail and came across a pretty peculiar looking postcard, seeing that it was sent from the North Pole, it dawning on him that what Shu said was true.

🧊 “Huh, that good-for-nothing was actually telling the truth.” Reiji would mumble to himself, feeling dumbfounded as to how his brother benefitted from this punishment.

🧊 He approached his brother’s form that was resting on the couch, feeling somewhat annoyed about Shu’s experience being true.

🧊 “Shu . . . this came in for you.” Reiji would say, handing him the postcard.

🧊 “See.” He’d smirk, taking it from him. “Told you so.”

🧊 “Yes, whatever . . . . Anyways, how long are you going to keep that charade up with Ayato? He’s been a handful all week with this ‘Santa’.” Reiji would ask.

🧊 “For as long as he believes.” He’d answer with a smug grin.

🧊 Reiji would sigh. “Then I guess it’ll never end.”

🧊 Poor Rei.

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