#you can tell I ran out of steam halfway through

[themiddleofwonderland]

My favorite k-pop videos

This list is likely to change depending on what day I'm posting it, but I just rewatched #1 on this list three times in a row and felt like making a list.

1. It's You - ATEEZ (Yeosang, San, Wooyoung) - this video makes me absolutely feral. The song was already my favorite on the album and then they went and released this?!?! It's so hot?! So Sexy!?!! I have an irrational fear that KQ will take it away because it's too perfect and sexy and wonderful and we don't deserve it. I was a Wooyoung/Seonghwa bias beforehand but now it's a four-way tie because holy shit have you seen them???

2. BTBT - B.I (Performance Ver.) - This was the first non-BTS video I became obsessed with, again after falling in love with the song and overplaying it (it was my top-played song of 2022). The dance is amazing, the way they flow, and it's such a simple video (the official video has cool cyberpunk vibes) but it works. This is the only video I've ever watched derivative videos for (dance covers, reactions) because I just can't get enough of it. (gif from the official vid bc the performance vid is criminally under-giffed)

3. Black Swan - BTS - Again, another one where the song got me first. The aesthetic of this video is just so good. I mean, the corsets speak for themselves, but I love how Jimin's amazing dancing gets such a highlight, the backdrops for Yoongi's meaningful verse, how good they all look. The dancing is great, the setting is beautiful, I can rewatch this ten times in a row and still want to watch it again.

4. Move - Taemin - Soooo good. Taemin is considered one of the best dancers in k-pop and he is showing you exactly why in this video. I love him embracing his androgyny here, with the more feminine dance moves and outfit silhouettes. The song is one of my favorites of all time and the video does it complete justice.

5. Rover - Kai - Hot hot hot. Kai. Shirtless. Blond. Those sunglasses?! I didn't like the dance much at first but it has really grown on me over time. Also, apparently this song is a cover/remake?

6. Super - Seventeen - You know, I can't figure out why I love this video so much. Like it's super basic as a concept - just all of them and a whole heap of dancers in one scene. But it works. As soon as they revealed Woozi being held up like he's on a throne with his little smirk, I knew I was done. The dance is so fun and I never get tired of watching this one.

7. Daechwita - Agust D - It's hard to decide between this and Haegeum, but this is the one that starts the story and my Agust D obsession, so obviously I had to choose it. I love the concept and how he lays out the Agust D story in just one mv. Royal Gangster Yoongi is just hnnng. I love the power here.

8. God's Menu - Stray Kids - This one is just super fun. I love all the different outfits - and like, Han in the chef's outfit is top-tier Han, he looks so hot.

9. Shalala - Taeyong - This is one of the most fun music videos I've ever seen. I love all of the different versions of Taeyong and he's the only idol I've seen pull off that shade of lime-green hair. The macarena dance should not work at all and yet it does.

10. Hip - Mamamoo - They slaaayyy in this video. I'm so obsessed with Queen Hwasa literally spitting on her haters. Moonbyul is amazing as always, I love how they have her in various roles that are typically male "anything you can do, I can do better" vibes. Also I really want to dye my hair the same shade as Whee-In's in this video.

11. Don't Call Me - Shinee - I call this the 'weird hat video'. Their hats are ridiculous. And you can tell Minho is really feeling it, just look at the gif. I love it.

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[sugarcoatedstarkey]

hate sex. rafe or drew idc, u have total creative freedom w my suggestion!

Hate Sex

Pairing - Drew Starkey x costar!reader

Summary - good old hate sex.

Warnings - sexual intercourse, fingering, language, choking, name calling. 18+

The anger bubbled in your chest, rising up your neck leaving behind a dark pink tinge to your skin. You had never let Drew get to you this bad before, you were pulling at the roots of your hair just thinking about his punchable but good looking face.

“Breath Y/n” your friend stated, she had hidden herself behind the very small table in your trailer. She was quite frightened when you let your anger out.

She jumped halfway into the air when you threw your phone at the floor, shattering the screen in the process.

“Now look what that fucker has made me do!” You all but screeched, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to go and speak to him, how DARE he talk about you like that in an interview.

“Oh no no no, you can’t go speaking to him when you're this angry! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Your friend shouted, slamming her palm over her mouth when she realized what she let slip.

“How could you side with him?!”

“Oh come off it y/n, he said lovely things about you!”

“All very untrue things! He made me look like some weak girl who was falling at his knees.. no you know what I’m leaving!”

Before your friend could stop you, you darted out the trailer door and sprinted for him. Exactly 23 steps later your fist pounded at his trailer, you didn’t wait for him to answer and stormed in.

Drew stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half, steam filling the very small shower. Both Chase and Austin sat on the couch staring at you with wide eyes, the sound of the PlayStation in the background echoed through the deafening silence from the four of you.

“What’s up y/n?” Drew sang, giving you his famous boy next door grin. You just wanted to rip his face off but also kiss his face off.

“How dare you?!” You yelled, Drew’s eyes creased together in the middle as he looked at you in confusion. “Want to enlighten me on what I’ve done now sweetcheeks?” He chuckled, stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door. Your eyes dropped for only a moment when a bead of water ran down his chest and dissolved into the towel.

He gave you a knowing look that you shook off. “What’s all that shit you said in the interview?” You questioned, he let out a throaty laugh. Almost a cackle. This had you wild, you stormed towards him with curled fists at your side. “Don’t laugh! You made me out to be some weak girl, talking about how I’m the main person who laughs at your jokes on set, that I always get emotional at old couples!” You shouted, the old couple remark was true.

You did get emotional BUT that didn’t give him the right to tell people, it’s your personal life, personality. They get what they get, they don’t need to know the deeper version of you.

“Y/n, Come on. I wasn’t doing it out of spite” he stated, he was frustrated now. You always jump on him the second you can, yelling down his throat and making him feel like everything he does is wrong. “I honestly don’t give a shit! Don’t talk about me in interviews again!”

He rolled his eyes and looked over your shoulder at your friends, they had both gotten up ready to bounce. They hated being around when the two of you fought.

“Don’t roll your eyes! God! Drew you're so frustrating!”

“Me?! Me, frustrating? You talk some shit y/n, your always down my throat”

“Because you're always being so difficult!”

“Maybe you should lighten up a little and realize I’m a decent human being and your just angry at the world”

“Fuck you Drew”

“No, fuck you”

It happens in a split second, you're both reaching for each other. Your lips hastily press together, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His hands cup your jaw, your tongues fight with one another. Even kissing, you have to be fighting.

“That’s our que” you heard from behind you, but you didn’t want to pull away. One of his hands drops from your face, grasping onto your waist he pulls you closer to his body.

“You're still annoying” you breathe, his lips trail down your neck. Sucking at the flesh between your collarbone and throat. Your nails scratched down the length of his back leaving deep red lines.

“You're still a bitch” he bit, pushing you towards the couch. Your back met the cushion with a thump, his body trailed behind closely. Parting your legs so he could slot between them.

You had forgotten he was only in a towel, which now parted giving you the most glorious view of his thick hard cock. “Shit” you whined, practically forcing his body down on yours. His hands bunched up your dress to expose your cotton thong, his cock nudged at your pussy.

“How can someone so annoying be blessed with such a perfect cock” you spoke, his chuckle was muffled by the skin of your chest.

“How can someone so frustrating be so fucking hot” he commented, his mouth left kisses along the apex of your chest. You pushed yourself to sit up, pulling the material of your dress over your head.

You now sat in just your panties, his hands palming at your breasts. “Fuck you” you moaned, his teeth pulling your hardened nub. Suckling at your nipple, while the other hand grabbed your ass cheek. “I’m getting their baby” he whispered, the pet name sending shivers down your spine.

“Touch me”.

His fingers dipped under the material of your panties, sliding his pointer and forefinger between your fold and back up to your clit. “Oh shit, yeah like that” you cried, grinding your pussy into his hand. Slipping his two fingers into your cunt, you bite down on his shoulder as he finger fucked you. Pressing the palm of his hand into your clit at the same time, sending your body into overdrive. “You like that? Of course the little bitch likes to be fingerbanged hm? Been thinking about these fingers inside of you huh?” He grunted, brows creased in the middle. He watched your face intently, the way your mouth dropped opened and you gasped for more breath.

“Answer me!”

“YES yes oh fuck yes! Wanted these fingers in me since I met you” you screamed, his dick twitching at your statement. Your moans bounced off the wall and you were sure everyone could hear.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of you, a slur of protest fell from your lips. “What the fuck Drew?!”.

“Get up and sit on my cock, quit whining and do what I say for once you little slut”.

The vulgarity to his words had your insides fluttering like a damn school girl, pulling your panties down and straddling his hips.

Reaching between the two of you to grasp his cock, giving him a rough few tugs. “Fuck… what I’d do to have your pretty little mouth around my cock right now.” He groaned, his head arched against the backrest of the couch. You began to slide off him, his hands catching your hips before you could get on your knees.

“Right now I want your tight little cunt to sit on my cock, next time I’ll stuff your throat with my cock and make you eat the angry words that you constantly spit out”.

Your ears pricked up at the next part, unbothered by the way he spoke to you. “Fuck you Drew” you spat, his large hand held the base of his cock for you. The tip of his bright pink head nudged at your opening, you took him in painfully slow. Your eyes rolling back as his cock stretched you wide, your hands pressed against his chest for leverage. “Oh-h… oh” you cried, his cock buried deep within your walls.

He gives you a moment to adjust, eyes staring hard at your expressions. The moment your eyes reopened he was bringing your body up and down on him harshly, causing a string of curse words to slip from your mouth.

Your tits bounced in his face, you finally brought yourself out of the sex daze you had fallen into and moved your hips, grinding against him roughly.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his throat, his eyes were wild. Dark and full of lust, watching you gnaw at your lip. “That’s it pretty girl, fuck my cock like its best goddamn cock you’ve ever had”.

Your nodding your head in agreement, “the best fucking cock, so big” you cried, unaware you had just agreed to him. You were so drunk on dick, you had forgotten how much he irritated you.

“That’s right, best goddamn cock you’ve had. Show me how much you love it” he ordered, and you obliged. Riding him like your life depended on it, throwing your head back. Your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders, his fingers grabbing your waist tightly.

“Fuck! Just like that!” He groaned, his hands caressed your back. Ducking his head to envelope your nipple into his mouth. “Yes yes yes yes yes” you mumbled, your bodies had a light sheen of sweat to it. “Move” he order, pulling you up from his cock only to spin you around. Pushing your knees into the cushion of the couch and thrusting his cock back into you.

“SHIT!” You cried, clawing at the back of the couch. His large hand pushed you down against the couch, putting one of his legs into the couch to give himself a better angle to fuck into you. “Yeah you like it rough huh”.

The angle of his cock had you in tears, overwhelming pleasure coursed through you. “Of course you like it rough, you’re a dirty angry slut” He could feel you where close, the way your pussy walls fluttered around him, reaching around to grasp your neck and pulling out of you. “DREW! You asshole” you cried, the pleasure that had building in your lower stomach fizzled out only to reignite when his fingers closed around your neck.

“Jump”

You did as order and wrapped your legs around him, he slipped his cock back into you. Moving you both just enough so your bum sat against the bench, ruthlessly he fucked into you. Squeezing his finger around your throat, your own hand coming around to grip his wrist, you screamed and cried in pleasure.

“You dirty little slut! Who knew you were more than just a whining bitch” he spat, pressing his lips to yours before you could fight back. Your fingers scratched up and down his back, the only way you could tell him he was an asshole.

“Drew” you warned, your pussy walls pulsating around his cock and you chased your high. “You're gonna come? Go on then pretty girl, come around my cock” he urges.

His hips move faster and deeper, dropping his finger between you to fondle your clit.

“Holy shit! Oh o-oh!” You cried, letting the overwhelming pleasure knock you over. Curling your toes and tightening your legs around him, your pussy pulsated around his cock. Your nails dug deep into his shoulders trying to ground yourself.

He wrapped her arm around your waist tightly and followed suit, coming deep inside of you. “Fuck fuck fucking hell”.

His sweaty forehead met your chest, both your breathing labored. A few moments of silent breaths go by and he pulls away from you, helping you down from the bench.

“This doesn’t mean I suddenly like you” you comment, stepping around him to collect your dress. Rushing into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

A few moments and words to yourself go by and you open the bathroom door; eyes searching the floor for your panties.

“Looking for these?” He questioned as you stepped out, holding onto your thong with his finger like a prize.

“Fuck you”

“Just did”

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[rozcdust]

The little princess

Pairing: Haitani brothers x younger sister reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: Canon divergent, ooc, profanity, kid on a leash, kid close to gang business, jokes about hating men, Kisaki

“Haitani brothers, the rulers of Roppongi. They could get a hundred men to come with just a call.” Chifuyu solemnly explained to Takemichi, nodding in the direction of two men sitting to the side, carefully observing.

“A hundred men?” Takemichi turned to look, halfway expecting hardened criminals with murder in their eyes and prison tattoos, and could already feel himself shake with fear.

What he found instead, was intimidating two men, yes, but one of them, the one with glasses, was tightly holding onto a small child, bouncing his leg, clearly not even noticing the tiny girl trying to braid his hair while putting sparkly clips in it.

Takemichi blinked.

“IS THAT A TODDLER?”

“Shut up about the toddler before they hear you. They’ll kill you.”

Takemichi could only stare as the child climbed into the lap of the other man, who allowed her to adjust as she pleased, with no issues quickly unbraiding one of his braids, combing through the locks with his fingers and letting the girl do as she pleased.

These were the feared Haitani brothers?

Takemichi found that hard to believe as he watched the two men coo at the child, Rindou’s fingers lightly tickling her stomach as the squirmed, giggling.

And why was the kid on a fucking leash?

“Ran! Ran, look! Rinnie too! There’s a pretty lady there!”

Ran glanced between his sister and the general direction as to where she was pointing her finger, trying to figure out who the hell was she talking about.

He really started considering if she should have some positive female influence in her life.

Ah, there, he found it.

The one from Toman, with a mask covering his face and long, platinum hair, clearly busy boxing some guy’s face.

“Princess, pretty sure that’s a guy.” Rindou chuckled, ruffling the girl’s hair as she visibly wilted with disappointment, “Don’t worry though, Ran is also a pretty lady.”

Ran shot a glare at his brother, who merely grinned.

“Luna! Luna!” A tiny voice called, drawing both the attention of Mitsuya and his younger sisters.

A small girl, no older than 5, was running towards them clumsily, in clearly too pretty of a dress and too impractical of shoes for such a task, almost tripping and falling multiple times, yet persisted until she reached Luna, slamming into her with a bone-crushing hug.

Luna’s face lit up as she hugged the girl back, a smile splitting her usually serious face in half.

“Y/n! Hi! How are you?”

“I’m okay!”

Before Mitsuya could as much as ask who this child was, and why was she on the busy streets of Roppongi by herself, a panicked, breathy voice interrupted him, calling for the girl.

“Y/n?! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“She’s here!” Mitsuya called out, presuming the male voice was the girl’s father, but as a familiar, rather unpleasant face pushed through the crowd, Mitsuya’s heart sank to his heels.

The older Haitani seemingly didn’t even notice him, instead scooping up the tiny girl into his arms, pressing her close to his chest.

“Good god, sweetie, you can’t do that, we talked about this! Rin and I got scared to death! What if something happened to you?!”

“Sorry,” The small girl murmured, burying her face into Ran’s collar, “I just wanted to say hi to my friend.”

“Haitani y/n, you have to tell us where you want to go so we can go with you!” Rindou appeared out of nowhere, out of breath as much as his older brother, his glasses crooked and slightly steamed. He glared at the child with a stern expression, “Next time I’m putting you on a leash.”

“Sorry, Rinnie.” The girl mumbled against her older brother’s neck, whose panic finally seemed to dissipate and turn to relief as he stroked her hair, gently rocking the child in his arms.

“Don’t worry, sir! Y/n would be safe with us and my brother! You’d get her back in one piece!” Luna enthusiastically responded, nodding wildly as if that affirmed her statement.

Ran finally looked away from the girl Mitsuya assumed was y/n, glancing at Luna, then at Mitsuya.

A grin split his face practically into two.

“Mitsuya, lovely seeing you here.”

“Haitani.” Mitsuya nodded, acknowledging him, if rather unwillingly.

He still hasn’t forgiven him for slamming a brick into his fucking head.

“Hi, Mr. Haitani! I’m Luna, y/n’s friend from school!” His younger sister grinned, taking a step towards the two brothers before Mitsuya could as much as try to pull her back, extending her tiny arm to offer the Haitanis her hand to shake.

Ran, then Rindou, both took it, shaking it rather softly considering the bullshit Mitsuya has seen them be capable of doing.

“Hi Luna, what a pretty name!” Rindou leaned down to be at a more of an eye level with the girl, smiling lazily.

She spoke too fast for Mitsuya to try and rather firmly excuse himself and his sisters.

He would literally rather lick the asphalt clean than spend a minute more with the Haitani brothers.

“Thank you! You could go with us if you want? I haven’t seen y/n in so long-“

Long time, his ass.

Luna hasn’t seen her friend since literally earlier that afternoon.

The girl perked up, still in Ran’s arms, and looked between both her brothers with excitement.

“Yes, yes! Can we, please? Please, please, please?”

“Well, princess, since you asked so nicely.” Rindou nodded, extending his arm to offer the girl a quick pat on the head. He unclipped one of the numerous colourful butterfly clips littering the girl’s hair, fixing it to hold all the strands back into place.

Of course the fucking Haitanis, rulers of Roppongi and flashiest bastards alive, had to also dress that tiny child like she won’t be running around and ruining the dress.

Idiots.

Mitsuya truly, genuinely did not want to go anywhere with the two bastards, but he was pretty sure Luna would throw a tantrum if they didn’t.

Come to think of it, Luna and Mana rarely cared for men, only liking their older brother and tolerating Hakkai on best days, as opposed to being obsessed with any girl they met, but they seemed to like the Haitani brothers well enough, probably due to their long hair and the fact Ran looked like a living, breathing doll with his long braids and stupidly soft facial features.

Heavy-hearted, Mitsuya took Mana’s and Luna’s hands and continued, now in tow with the Rindou and Ran fucking Haitani, to the carnival.

That was the start of their long-lasting, if begrudging, comradery.

Izana curiously stared down at the small girl, who confidently stared at him back, her small head tilted up to look at him properly.

When Kakucho said the Haitani brothers had two demands, Izana did not expect… This, whatever the hell this is, to be a part of them.

He was pissy about them having different uniforms, the cocky bastards, sure, but he stomached that well enough, no issues there.

This, however-

This.

He knew they had a younger sister, but he expected her to be younger by maybe a couple of years, probably around Kakucho’s or Kisaki’s age.

Not by a whole decade and some change.

Apparently, they did not trust anyone else to be left with her, so they just casually brought her around gang members and let her run wild and do whatever she pleased, as long as she was within their eyesight.

Come to think of it, she was tiny for her age, hold old was she even? 4, 5? A baby, basically, and Izana had to wonder, what the fuck do they feed her?

Clearly not enough milk.

Maybe Izana was just short.

The girl took her tiny rucksack off her back, rummaging around it as she stuck her tongue out in concentration.

Finally, she seemed to find what she was looking for.

“You look sad, Mr. Kuro- Ku- Kuroka- Mr. ‘Zana! Do you want a juice box? Or a snack?” Holding out an apple juice towards him in one hand, a small bento box in the other, she tilted her head cutely, “It always cheers me up, and Rinnie says it’s important to share.”

Izana could now understand why the Haitanis adored the kid.

In his defence, he wasn’t soft, not at all, no ma’am, nuh-uh, not the feared Izana Kurokawa, he has never been soft in his life.

It was just hard to see a tiny child, dressed like a doll, her hair in pigtails with pom-poms, offering him her afternoon snack, and not immediately wish to scoop her up and coddle her to death.

If the other Tenjiku members wanted to comment on Izana letting the girl sit on his shoulders, they didn’t, but he noticed the smug look Kakucho gave Ran.

Bastards.

Now, Mucho and Mochi were never particularly liked by kids, they usually either started crying or hid behind their parents when the two men passed, and honestly? They were fine with that.

You, however.

You apparently decided they were just two huge teddy bears, and perfectly appropriate for jumping on, often tugging on the leg of their pants to ask them to pick you and throw you in the air.

And they always indulged you, because you were too damn cute with your wide eyes and tiny face.

No, Mochizaki Kanji and Muto Yasuhiro were not soft for the youngest Haitani sibling, don’t be ridiculous.

Glancing up from his game of shogi with Mucho, Sanzu found you fixated on him, situated on Ran’s lap as you stared intently in awe.

They were in the Tenjiku hideout, doing nothing at all really, mostly just hanging around and playing games, one of the rare slow days when everyone was exhausted and just wanted to relax.

And of course, the Haitians brought you along, seemingly forsaking the usual dresses they put on you in favour of a frankly adorable outfit of floral-patterned overalls, hair braided and clips added to match, and a turtleneck, fretting about you possibly getting sick.

It was undeniable, to say the least, that you were Tenjiku’s favourite little creature, each and every member, including Izana, practically tripping over each other in a rush to cater to whatever need and whim you may have, constantly offering you snacks and toys, bundling you up in blankets whenever you as much as shivered, and rarely a second passed when you weren’t either in somebody’s hands or on someone’s lap.

Sanzu fretted imaging the kind of spoiled brat you’d grow up into, but shockingly, the Haitanis, seemed to be doing a good job of raising you to be a perfectly polite little girl, always saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and insisting on calling everyone ‘Mister’ even if they did tell you to just call them by their name.

The Tenjiku members did make a competition of who would be your favourite, and even if Ran and Rindou continuously held the first place, the others fought tooth and nail for the second, going as far as to try and bribe you.

They all offered you to buy anything you wished if you just said they were your favourite, but you always diplomatically shook your head, shyly noting you liked them all the same.

Even if everyone knew Sanzu was the second favourite.

He wasn’t even sure why, he never interacted with you much, as he found kids to be sticky and loud messes he preferred to keep as far away from himself as possible, and yet, you persisted.

You insisted on calling him miss at first, not grasping the concept of a man being as pretty as he was, and bloody no one corrected you, as they found it adorable, even if Sanzu was not amused.

After a couple of mishaps, however, you learned, but still stuck to him as glue.

You toddled out of Ran’s lap, who merely glanced at you to make sure you weren’t gonna wander off too far, before focusing again on his conversation with Izana, and towards him.

“Mr. Sanzu? Mr. Mucho? Can I watch you play?” Tilting your head so your nose was touching the table, Mucho and Sanzu both nodded, Mucho already reaching out to pick you up under your armpits and seat you on his leg, but you shook your head, gently pushing his arms away.

“Sorry, Mr. Mucho, would you be upset if I sat with Mr. Sanzu today? Brother said I can if Mr. Sanzu agrees.”

Mucho smiled, barely, amused as he glanced up at Sanzu, quirking his eyebrow in question.

Containing the urge to roll his eyes, knowing his captain will tease him about this for the foreseeable future, Sanzu nodded, picking you up and letting you curl up into his lap.

Shrugging off his jacket, he tucked it around your shoulders, proceeding with the game as Mucho and he both started to explain the rules to you.

“Mr. Kisaki? What happened to-,” Unsure of how to explain your feelings, you simply gestured to your face, “That?”

“Huh?” Dumbly, Kisaki stared down at you, unsure of how to respond.

He couldn’t stand you, almost wanting to punt you across the room every time you toddled up to him, but he knew that would be a sure-proof way to get massacred, so he at least tried to be polite.

Ran’s burning and obvious hatred of both him and Hanma seemed to be infectious.

“Your face, I mean. Was it some kind of accident?”

Kisaki felt his eye twitch as Hanma started wheezing next to him.

“That is quite rude, y/n.”

“Nuh-uh! Brothers say it’s okay to ask men why they’re ugly, but not women, because there are no ugly women! Only men! They also say men are trash!”

Kisaki looked up and glared at the two men, hard, who merely smirked in amusement, focused on their game of cards.

“How the hell are you raising her?!”

Ran didn’t even spare him a glance as he spoke.

“We’re currently hoping for a raging misandrist.”

“Yeah,” Rindou nodded, fixing his glasses, “Though, just a regular amount of hatred towards men would be okay too, don’t wanna put too much pressure on her, ya know?”

Kisaki considered shooting them both on sight.

. . . next

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[storiesofsvu]

Cherry Blossoms

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: minor language, alcohol consumption, just pure fluff. Covers a the "rainy day" bingo square and a req from @strongsassysexysloane

Emily had sworn up and down that there was no way she was going to have to work this weekend, that her phone would remain on silent and there was nothing that would call her away from you. You’d been rescheduling your date day for what felt like weeks already and she was sick of it, wanting to make you her main priority.

Which is why when you rolled over Sunday morning, slowly waking up with a big yawn, you stretched out your body, expecting to feel her in the bed with you. Your eyes shot open when your hand hit her empty pillow and you frowned, glancing around the bedroom and for the briefest moment you grumbled. Your senses awakened, your ears picked up the music and quiet clattering coming from the kitchen and your lips curved up into a grin.

Pushing back the covers you shivered a little, frowning at the chill in the air, it was supposed to be spring, the weather was supposed to be warming up. You snagged a spare hoodie of Emily’s from a nearby chair and tugged it over your head before padding down the hallway to the kitchen. Your arm looped around her waist from behind while she was at the stove, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“Thought you’d ran off on me.” You greeted, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and her free hand found your arm, squeezing softly.

“Not this weekend.” She assured, “I made a promise and there was no way I was gonna break it.”

“That’s why I love you so much.” You murmured, your head turning to look out the window, “awwehh.”

“What?” Emily stalled, spatula halfway to the pan in front of her, “I made them steamed sunny side up, just the way you like.”

“No.” You laughed with a small huff, kissing the side of her head before nudging at her to look to the side, “it’s raining. And like… really raining. That’s not gonna let up and I really wanted to go see the cherry blossoms today.”

“I know.” She flicked off the burner and turned in your arms, tilting your frown up to kiss you softly, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t have the perfect date day without leaving the apartment?”

“Oh yeah? You got a plan b?”

“I do.” She smiled, leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose, “and it was supposed to start with breakfast in bed, but I guess the couch will have to do.”

“You’re a sap, anyone ever tell you that?”

“No one who survived.” She teased back with a grin, nudging at your hip, “go get cozy, I’ll be right over.”

You happily dropped down onto the couch, pulling one of the blankets from the back of it down, happily tucking it around your legs, leaving the side open for Emily to easily slide into a few moments later. She first handed you a mug of coffee, made exactly how you liked it, letting you get those very needed first sips in. She watched with a smile at the way your shoulders dropped, your entire body relaxing at the warmth spreading through your veins.

“Perfect.” You smiled across at her, placing the mug on the coffee table so you could take the plate from her. The aforementioned eggs, extra bacon and homemade pancakes covered in a berry compote and side of fresh fruit. It was honestly a surprise she’d gotten that much done before you woke up. “Baby this looks amazing.”

“It had to be special.” She replied with a shrug, stealing a quick kiss before the two of you started to dig in.

Plates soon were strewn aside onto the coffee table as you sunk into the crook of Emily’s arm, burrowing under the blankets while she pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head. You let out a content sigh as you relaxed into her embrace, your gaze trained on the large living room windows, watching the rain dance down the glass.

“You know… it is kinda pretty.” You murmured and she hummed, lips brushing across your temple.

“It is. Maybe it’ll let up this afternoon, if it’s just drizzling we can still go out.”

It was directly after she finished her sentence that thunder cracked through the air and you let out a sigh, watching the way the droplets got bigger, hitting the glass with more ferocity.

“Are you sure you’re not some kind of witch?” You grumbled with a tease and Emily chuckled, pinching at your side.

“We’re already cozy here. Let’s throw on a couple of movies, our watch list is getting far too long.”

“That’s because someone keeps falling asleep halfway through.” You teased, prodding at her ribs as the two of you readjusted on the couch so you were facing the tv.

“Not my fault you’re just that comfortable.”

“Yeah, okay.” You laughed, curling into her side, your head resting on her shoulder while she grabbed the remote.

You settled on a romantic comedy to start off with, and Emily would spend the rest of the weekend teasing you because you were the one asleep within twenty minutes. Clearly that teeny sleep in this morning hadn’t been enough for you. Still, she left the movie playing, her hand softly rubbing up and down your back as you slept, your breath even and low. She couldn’t help but gaze down at you adoringly, watching the way the corner of your lips would twitch up into a tiny grin as you dreamt.

It was halfway through the movie when Sergio leapt up onto the couch, nuzzling himself in between the two of you, Emily’s free hand giving him a little scratch between the ears. She thought he would settle in but instead he let out a loud meow, nuzzling his face right against yours before licking your cheek and your face twitched as you started to slowly wake up.

“Hey bud.” You yawned, giving him a few pets before he head butted you again, turning to Emily to let out an even louder meow. “Did you forget to feed him this morning?”

“He still had food in his bowl from last night.” She replied with a shrug. In retaliation Sergio headbutted her, harder than yours and let out a rather annoyed meow. “Okay, okay.” She laughed, “calm down, I’ll give you some lunch.”

She left a kiss on the top of your head before scooping him up and slipping from under the blanket, making sure it was tucked around you properly before wandering back to the kitchen. She occupied Sergio with a couple of treats before making sure his water bowl was fresh and filling up his food bowl. She realized her stomach was starting to rumble and was sure you’d be feeling hungry soon too so she pulled open the fridge. Before either of you had bothered to think about checking the weather the night before, you’d prepped some mini pita sandwiches, wrapping them in foil to take with you down to the cherry blossoms. One glance out the window told her that likely wasn’t happening today so she grabbed them before returning to the couch.

“Hungry?” She asked, holding out one of the packages.

“Kinda, yeah.” You smiled up at her, leaning forward for a kiss, “thanks.”

She settled back onto the couch, arm winding around your shoulders as her gaze returned to the tv, “you want me to rewind this?”

“Nah.” You shook your head, “it was one you were more interested in anyways.”

Not much longer after lunch the first movie wrapped and you continued into the next one on your list. Sergio, satisfied with his feeding hopped back up onto the couch to snuggle between the two of you, purring at the endless pets and cuddles he received during the rest of the afternoon.

Emily offered to cook dinner but you squashed her plans insisting on pizza instead, your motivation being that you didn’t want her to leave the couch. You were a tangle of limbs at this point, only moving when one of you absolutely had to, multiple blankets wrapped around you to combat the chill of the rain outside. She cracked a bottle of wine when the pizza arrived and you were thankful to be enjoying some delicious food and fancy wine while curled up on the couch. Your third movie of the day started to come to its close, the credits beginning to roll on the screen and you felt Emily shift beside you as her gaze redirected to the window. She squeezed softly at you,

“Hey… I think it stopped raining.”

“So?” You asked with a laugh, looking outside, “it’s nearly eleven. We can’t go out now.”

“Who says?” She laughed, leaning down to kiss you gently, her hand stroking at your cheek, “besides I’m craving ice cream from that place on seventh, and they’re open til midnight.”

“Well if you’re promising me ice cream…”

“Baby you’ll be getting a lot more than ice cream tonight.” She grinned back and you laughed, gently nudging Sergio off your lap as you sat up.

“Alright, let me grab some leggings, I feel like its too cold for pj shorts.”

Twenty minutes later you were leaving Pitango Gelato with a decaf latte to share and a gelato each, cherry dark chocolate for Emily and matcha green tea for you. You thought you were headed back home but Emily suddenly made a left turn instead of right and your head tilted in confusion.

“Where’re we—”

“Don’t worry about it.” She replied with a soft smile, squeezing at your thigh and you simply smiled in return, figuring she had some other late night craving she needed to satisfy.

Ten minutes after that and she was pulling into the parking lot at Tidal Basin’s reservoir and you let out a soft gasp.

“Em…”

“What?” She asked with a small smile, glancing toward you as she undid her seatbelt, “you very specifically said you wanted to see the cherry blossoms today. And my girl gets what she wants.”

“You fucking sap.” You giggled, lurching forward to kiss her before slipping out of the car.

You’d basically finished your gelato on the drive over, more hungry for a sweet than you’d realized, dumping the empty container in a garbage can not far from the car. Which meant you had a free hand to carry the coffee while the other quickly wrapped around Emily’s arm as you began your walk. The pathway was quiet due to the late hour, light reflecting off the water of the lake and the rain water left on the ground. There was a calmness in the air, moonlight shining down bright over the two of you as you nuzzled close to Emily.

“It’s almost even more beautiful right now.” You murmured as you reached the cherry blossoms, glistening with rain drops in the moonlight. The rain from earlier had caused some of the petals to fall from the trees, coating the pathway with them, it was as if you were stepping into an enchanted forest.

“You know what the best part is?” Emily asked, her gelato now gone, snagging the coffee from you.

“What?” You asked with a grin, glancing up at her.

“Look around.” She nodded, taking a moment to place the coffee down on a bench before she stepped back to you, grabbing your hand in hers and she twirled you under her arm. “Right now… it’s all just for us.”

You let out a small giggle, watching at the way the petals around your feet flurried up when Emily spun you, pulling you close to her. A gust of wind picked up, blowing through the trees and you both glanced up, watching as the flowers shivered in the air, tree branches shaking and petals danced down through the air onto both of you. It was a complete moment of bliss, enamoured both with life and with each other, a sense of serenity washing over you because you both knew there was absolutely nowhere else in the world you would rather be than in this moment, right now, in each other’s arms. Pink petals decorated Emily’s hair like delicate snowflakes and you couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful she looked. You plucked one off, holding it in your palm before you glanced up to her,

“Make a wish.” You prompted and she chuckled, but the grin stayed on her face as you both silently made your wishes and with a small nod from you, you both blew the flower off your hand, watching it get caught in the wind and carried off into the night sky.

“What’d you wish for?” Emily asked, pulling you tight to her, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and you poked at her side.

“You know I can’t tell you that.” You replied with a giggle, turning to face her, your arms looping around her shoulders. “But what I can tell you, is that this was the greatest date day I’ve had in a long time. And that I love you to the moon and back.”

Emily smiled, practically melting as she gazed at you, eyes sparkling in the moonlight as she ducked down to kiss you tenderly, lips moving with ease against yours in an all too familiar dance you both adored. “You’re my everything and I will love you forever.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

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[polyhexian]

Brother vs brother au how does the beach scene go? Does Darius get his ass double beat by both jasper and Will when he threatens hunter? Or like does it happen without a scythe next to hunter’s head?

Tjejsijtg okay so.... Hunter ran off to do that stuff without telling anyone like. It's his day off. He asked will what he could do on his day off to serve the coven. Will didn't say anything. He went to ask Darius the same thing. Darius was desperately trying to enjoy his day off and said go find some young recruits hoping he would interact with some children or something. So everything happens and then hunter shows up like CHECK OUT THESE KIDS I STOLE and Darius and Will are both like Christ alright well. I guess we should go get him. So they both show up and glare at each other while dealing with this mess, then the thing goes down- and so now Darius wants to make a show of threatening to discipline hunter so that will won't do it, but will ALSO only ever makes a show of disciplining hunter so that BELOS won't. But Belos isn't here so will isn't going to hit him so Darius doesn't need to do it but here they are and obviously jasper sees this. And while he hasn't been murderous toward Darius because Darius has not been mean to hunter, and most of his ire is toward will, he sees this shit and he's like oh fuck oh no so he pops out and. Now we have the dumbest standoff imaginable. Three people who don't want to hit hunter, hunter, a bunch of random children they don't know, and a crashed blimp.

I actually think that in this au jasper just has to have magic. Like he has to or will would have squished him like a bug by now. But he's still not confident he can kill Belos or destroy the ec, definitely without hurting hunter. So he's still trying not to draw attention to himself. But I mean. You know. Explosive fights.

Okay so... So at this point it's jasper v Darius AND will which is NOT actually great for him, so halfway through when jasper looks like he's running out of steam, will scoops hunter up and hops on his staff to leave. Jaspers trying to go after him but Darius is after HIM and so THEIR fight gets pretty desperate. And now will and hunter are gone and like. Jasper just watched Hunter stand up to Darius and Will and he's like. Oh my god that's the first crack in his brainwashing and it was his CHANCE to finally undermine it and see if he couldn't get hunter to leave on his own and now he's GONE again- and anyway he's angry and upset and distracted and Darius gets one good hit in that knocks him flat on his back and he loses his mask and ... GASp......

[leegemma]

can you do something with lee!hyunjin and lee!minho?

(Omg I completely forgot I said I will upload another one today, so I just found this one in my drafts. Didn't even go through it or anything so I hope it's okay 🙏)

Thank you for your request! This is just a little something I managed to do with this!

Enjoy:)

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Lee know was in a mischievous mood, he wanted to cause trouble and he wanted to do so now. After thinking a bit about a plan, he decided to target his only hyung, Chan. He knew targeting Chan out of everyone, would be extremely stupid, but he decided to do it anyways. However, he wasn't going to do it alone, so he went on to find someone to help him. The first person he met when leaving his room, was Hyunjin, and so he walked up to the poor boy.

"Hey! Come here, you." Lee know walked towards Hyunjin but still called the other.

"What do you want?" Hyunjin teased.

"Wanna pour ice cold water on Chan hyung while he's showering with me?" Lee know went straight to the point.

Hyunjin groaned, knowing that no isn't an answer. "Fine, but only because I am bored and got nothing to do."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go get it all ready!" Lee know urged as he pulled hyunjin with him to get a bucket.

After the two boys filled up the bucket with water and ice, they carefully carried it over to the bathroom Chan was showering in. They were both walking slowly when I.N bumped into Hyunjin's shoulder right infront of the bathroom door. "Hey! Be careful! You almost made me pour this all over you!"

"Sorry, sorry... What- why do you have this?" Jeongin raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

Lee know and Hyunjin glanced at each other, talking with their eyes. Then spoke Lee know. "Okay, you have to promise not to tell."

I.N smirked, this was going to be good. "Fine."

"Soooo... we're gonna pour this on Chan hyung while he's showering." Hyunjin quickly explained, his arm getting tired from carrying the heavy bucket.

I.N's eyes widened and he started laughing. "He's going to kill you!"

Lee know quickly shooshed him. "No he's not. Because he's not going to know it was us, because you're not going to tell him. Okay?"

Jeongin started smirking again. "You know... I'll have to think about it."

"Jeongin!" Hyunjin scolded.

"Fineee... he will know it's you guys though. He always knows." I.N shrugged.

"Not this time. We have a detailed plan." Lee know shook his head.

I.N chuckled and left the room with a little: "whatever you sayyyy~"

Hyunjin and Lee know both rolled their eyes as if on cue, and silently went into the bathroom, making sure Chan was facing the other way, and then pouring the water all over him. They both fought their laughter when their leader let out a high pitched scream and ran out of the room.

Both of them heading to the living room and turning the TV on, pretending to have been watching something all along.

"HEY! You think you're funny?!?!?" Chan ran into the room a few minutes later, his hair wet.

Hyunjin and Lee know both pulled their most innocent faces and turned to face him. "Huh?"

"Don't you 'huh' me, you know what you did!" He practically had steam coming out of his bright red ears.

"We were here for an hour now... we have no idea what you're talking about." Hyunjin shrugged.

"Stop lying." Chan folded his arms.

"No, we're serious, see? We're halfway through the movie." Lee know showed Chan. Of course all he did was skip most of the movie, but that was just one tiny forgotten detail.

"But you guys are the only ones home!" Chan argued farther.

"Isn't Jeongin home as well?" As much as Hyunjin loved his little brother, he still appreciated his own life a little.

"He is...? That little-" and with that, Chan was out of the room. Leaving two laughing boys behind.

They both listened carefully when they heard Chan running into I.N's room, opening the door right away. They could then hear the boy screaming in laughter.

"Huh? Why is he laughing? I thought Chan would- oh. OH NO." Hyunjin realized what was happening and stood up, looking for anywhere he could hide just in case Chan realized I.N was infact, innocent.

"Huh? What?" Lee know looked confused, glancing at Hyunjin's panicked figure and trying to understand why he was so stressed.

"Are you not listening? Chan hyung is obviously tick-" Hyunjin and Lee know we're so deep in their confusion and stress that they didn't even notice that the laughter has stopped.

"Well, well, well... look who lied to me after all..." Chan was standing right behind the two with an angry looking I.N by his side.

"It was his idea!" Hyunjin pointed at Lee know, who looked back at him with a betrayed expression.

"So you're telling me that he came up to you, telling you what he was going to do and you just went along and helped him? And not only that, but you then proceeded to throw this one under the bus when I caught you?" Chan shook his head in disapproval and wrapped his arm around Jeongin when mentioning him.

Jeongin nodded, still somewhat pouting. "Hyung, I want them to be punished."

"If that's your wish." Chan shrugged and went over the the two boys who were standing frozen together. He grabbed them both by an arm each, and managed to somehow lay them both gently on the couch. Hyunjin on the horizontal part of the couch, and Lee know on the vertical.

Chan then called I.N over. "I'm going to need you to take on Hyunjin. Can you do that?"

I.N smiled and nodded. "Absolutely. "

He then jumped on Hyunjin, not giving the boy a chance to even think, and pinned his hands under his knees. Not wasting any time and immediately starting to tickle his mid section.

Hyunjin threw his head back and tried to shake Jeongin off of him, but was unsuccessful. So he just laid there and laughed.

Meanwhile, Chan already had pinned Lee know's arms above his head, and then sat on his pinned wrists to keep them in place. He then began to teasingly walk his fingers down the younger's arms, watching as the other huffed and struggled to hold his laughter in.

Chan laughed as Lee know let out a little laugh, but then shut his mouth close. "Just let it all out... don't torture yourself."

"T-the on- only thinG torturing mehe i-is yo-you!" Lee know stuttered, determined to not laugh.

Hyunjin was in the complete opposite position, he realized early on that laughing will be way easier than trying not to, so he was just going with it and letting I.N get his revenge while he just squirmed and laughed. "STAAHAHP!!"

Jeongin laughed along with him. "Just a little more... I'm not bored yet."

"YOUHULL NEHHEEVR GEHET BOHORED! HAHAHAH!!" Hyunjin got even more hysterical when I.N found a particularly sensative spot under his arms.

"I CAHAHANT ANYHYMORE!!!"

I.N grinned and stopped. "Okay... okay..." he got off Hyunjin and sat next to him instead, now watching the entertaining show Chan and Lee know we're putting on.

With Lee know still refusing to laugh, Chan was now getting tired of the stubbornness and was going to get real. With a wink, he started moving around spots as fast as he could, not giving Lee know even a second to get used to the feeling. His fingers were everywhere at once. And Lee know could feel himself breaking.

"Wahahait- OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY!! I GIHIVE IHIN!" Minho was able to endure 7 seconds before going into silent laughter.

Chan laughed and got off, petting his stomach like you would to a cat. Then looking over at Jeongin and mentioning for him to come with. "Our work here is done, let's go."

Chan then turned to look at both hyunjin and Lee know. "And you two- if you ever even think about attempting anything like what has happening today, ever again... you know what's coming for you. Got it?"

The two nodded frantically and watched in relief as Cha and I.N left the room, both of them letting out a sign of relief and falling back down onto the couch.

Being a great prankster was hard...

#tickle fics #tickling community #skz tickle #kpop tickle #skz tickle fic #lee!hyunjin #lee!minho #ler!chan #switch!jeongin

[loreic]

This is Ove. He's crazier than his daddy and needs twice as much therapy.

Basically Namor's comic book future son reimagined as an MCU Nashuri kid from my fic K'uk'ulkan Ahau on Ao3. Not sure if you can tell but I ran out of steam halfway through drawing this lmao.

#marvel #black pather #wakanda forever #namor x shuri #nashuri #namuri #namor #shuri #fanart #fanfic

[seriouslysam8]

Is there any chance we can get a sneak peak at Bête Noire? Even a little one? Please?

Gosh, I haven't written to that story in forever. It's a shame because there are only two chapters left. I think I just got behind with Brumous and shoved it onto the back burner. Looking at my word document, it's probably just under halfway done. That's so sad. I really need to work on it.

Anyway, he's a sneak peek of the unedited next chapter.

Sirius woke up in a panic, his limbs tense and his arms jerking to see if he could move them. It took him a few moments to realize he was at the Potters. Had been for the past couple of days. His heart thumped in his chest. Sweat clung to his skin. He ran his fingers through his wet hair, trying to regulate his breathing. When he couldn’t, he shoved the covers off him and eased out of bed. 

As quietly as he could, keeping close to the walls, Sirius made his way downstairs and towards the back of the house. His gaze caught sight of the clock in the kitchen. It was a quarter to five in the morning. Fleamont would be up soon. He was always an early riser. 

Sirius exited the house, stepping onto the deck. The wood was icy under his bare feet, his body instantly cooling in the bitter December air. Tilting his head back, Sirius stared up at the dark sky as his limbs tensed. His gaze immediately focused on the Andromeda constellation. A dry sob escaped his lips. From what he knew, nothing terrible had happened to Andromeda when she had been kicked out of the house. There was no massive breaking point. She had just loved a Muggleborn and told to leave. 

Sirius licked his bottom lip. He refused to look away, wondering if he should tell Andromeda what had happened. It was hard enough to have the Potters see him in dirty and ripped robes smelling like piss and vomit. But they hadn’t flinched. They hugged him even. Honestly, he knew he shouldn’t have even been surprised that they had accepted him with open arms but Sirius knew the state that he had been in. 

An owl swooped through the sky. Sirius didn’t recognize it. It didn’t look like Hydra nor did it look like the Daily Prophet owls. The tawny owl stopped on the railing in front of him. Sirius took a few steps forward, his toes curling due to the cold. He could see his name written on the parchment in unfamiliar handwriting. 

His breath came out in harsh huffs as he untied the letter. His hand shook for reasons he didn’t know. He shouldn’t be petrified of a letter, but he had no idea who it was from. What if the Potters were in trouble for taking him in? What if it was someone in the Black family?

“Sirius?”

Sirius whipped around to see Fleamont standing in the doorway in his dressing gown and slippers. Two cups of steaming coffee in either hand. Fleamont preferred black coffee to start his morning and liked ending his day with a calming plain tea. 

“You’ll freeze, son,” Fleamont said, extending a mug to him. “Come keep me company.”

Sirius nodded, numbly following Fleamont back into the house. He sat down at the kitchen table, clutching the letter in his hand, as he shivered. Fleamont sat the cup in front of Sirius before he tapped his wand on Sirius’ shoulders. Warmth flooded his body. Fleamont shrugged off his dressing gown and placed it around Sirius’ shoulders. 

“Who’s the letter from?” Fleamont asked, taking a seat across from Sirius. 

Sirius swallowed. “I don’t know. I didn’t open it yet.”

“You can go ahead and read it,” Fleamont said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

Sirius nodded, his gaze dropping to the letter. He slid his thumb under the Sticking Charm and unfolded it. His eyes automatically went down to the bottom of the long letter was signed Lily Evans. Evans? What was she doing writing him?

His eyes flew back up to the top of the page, his fingers pressing tight against the parchment. 

[failing-to-write-again]

The Dancer and the Deadbeat

Part 1- Chapter 2

The sound of trickling water echoed off the tiled walls as steam rose moistening the air around Evelyn as she sat by the slowly filling tub. Her shoulders held an ache she just couldn’t shake. Nearing a month within the household, it was an understatement to say Evelyn was walking on eggshells. Thankfully, she has yet to be bitten. One of the very few positives to being the heir to the throne’s property.

 Evelyn sat with her back to the clawfoot tub, slowly twisting her hair up into a bun. The smell of vanilla slowly intensified as her body wash dissolved into the hot water. A footstool sat next to her with multiple products. Missing from the assortment was her shampoo, presumably left in her bedroom or on the floor accidentally passed over. Yet within the three minutes it took to locate said bottle, having rolled under the obscenely oversized bed, and return to the bath a blonde haired vampire had taken residence in the tub. 

 Shu lay with her arms dangling over the tub edge, Franz Liszt’s Liebestraum playing just loudly enough to be heard faintly in the background. 

 “Are you fucking serious?” exasperated Evelyn tossed her towel onto the counter, just shy of the actual sink. Raking her hands through her hair, leaning against said towel bearing counter she glared at the sleeping blonde. 

 “I can’t even get five minutes away from vampires.”

 “Can you stop being so loud, you’re ruining Liszt.”

Scoffing, she crossed her arms incredulously.

 “Can you get out of my room so I can take a bath?”

Chuckling, Shu turned his head in her direction, opening his eyes as he smirked.

 “You’re in my house, how rude of you to tell your host what to do.”

 “How rude of you as a host to not give your guest privacy to clean”

A hum so vague she could only assume it was in place of a touché was all she got in response. While there was a shower in the ensuite the prospect of letting Shu use her limited supply of vanilla bath soak put Evelyn off the idea. The bizarre nature of Shu’s behaviour also weighed heavy on her mind. 

Until now Shu had been avoiding her almost like the plague. Run-ins at school had been near non-existent, with Shu skipping lessons and disappearing moments after she ran into him. Her classmates had told her he never attended classes but to not see a student in your year let alone in your class and also your housemate was just strange. The kind of strange that was made even more profound by him now casually talking to her.

Eyes tracing the walls and fingers tapping against her legs Evelyn sighed.

“Take your clothes off you’ll make the water filthy before you get clean”

His knees raised up as he sunk deeper into the bath, water bobbing. His blue shirt now shades darker from soaking.

“Such things are too bothersome, do it yourself if you care so much.”

Huffing at the audacity of the vampire to not only steal her bath but to not even respect the rather limited niceties used to make it. Bending over suddenly she began aggressively pulling off his shoes. Splashing the once calm water along the floor. Shu’s eyes staring at the woman before him throwing his rather expensive loafers halfway across the room. Pulling himself together and slapping on a smirk a smart remark began and was swiftly forgotten as she began stripping down to her shorts and bra.Lifting his heavy arms from the water to pull himself to sit upright she slot herself into the bath in front of him, lowering a satin eye mask and letting her head fall back over the edge opposite of him. 

“You’re a lewd woman trying to strip someone while they drift off to sleep”

No response came from her, the main sign she had not decided to nap herself was the tapping of fingers against the ceramic. 

Cold fingers wrapped around her calf, suddenly tugging her forward and dunking her head.

#diabolik lovers #shu sakamaki #shu sakamaki x reader #The Dancer and the Deadbeat #diabolik boys

[ranchracoon]

Ch. 23 Into the Light

You brushed your hands through Donna's hair, she leaned back against you as you messaged her scalp with your fingertips. The steam from the tub filled the entire room in a dense haze similar to the fog outside the manor. Your skin was red from how hot the water was but after a moment adjusting it was rather pleasant, and the room soon warmed from the radiating heat. Donna didn't say anything to you, but you didn't mind the silence in that moment, instead you enjoyed the closeness of her. You combed her hair of any lasting dirt or debris then carefully ran your hands over her chest, and rested your arms there for the rest of the time. After the bath she laid in bed with her arms open for you, when you snuggled against her she held onto you like a lifeline.

Over a week passed since the challenge, and neither you nor Donna left the manor for anything. Angie was the one who went out to get groceries while you stayed back and helped Donna reorganize her workshop. She kept changing her mind: she wanted it sorted by color, no she wanted it sorted alphabetically, no she wanted it by size. Frankly, you were getting a bit stir crazy but did what she asked anyway because she worried you. She refused to talk about it and you didn't want to push it too much, trying to give her space and time; however she hovered around you whenever you went anywhere, always having to be within arm's reach or just outside the door.

Your breaking point was when she launched awake in the middle of the night, panting and sweating frantically. She tried to act like she wasn't bothered, that this was just another chore she had to complete, but that was a lie. The next morning you reached out to her and placed a hand on her bicep, she looked over at you a bit startled but instantly relaxed upon seeing you.

"Donna, it's been a whole week." You started.

"I know." She responded.

"You're clearly bothered by what happened, and I want to help you but I don't know how."

"Just being here is helpful but honestly, I don't know how you can be helpful either. The entire village saw my face, and now I have even more blood on my hands. I just feel so....exposed." She whispered.

She turned around onto her side and you scooted closer with your front pressed against her back. You wrapped your arm around her waist and held her tightly, pressing your nose against her neck. On the second floor you heard the telephone ring numerous times, eventually the ringing stopped and you could hear the muffled sound of Angie's voice. She talked for a long time and then there was silence, after a few minutes you could hear her shuffling feet outside the door. Then there was a knock.

"Y/N, Donna, that was Alcina. She's on her way with Mother Miranda to come check on you. I tried to tell her that you're fine but that woman is as stubborn as a bull, and it sounds like Mother Miranda has something important to talk to you two about."

"Thank you Angie. We'll be up in a minute." You called, turning your head away from Donna.

You looked back down at Donna, brushed some of her hair back and kissed the side of her face gently.

"Maybe talking to Alcina or Mother Miranda might help. It's time you stopped shouldering all your emotions by yourself. You have so many people who love you and are here for you."

Donna continued to stare off into the distance but she nodded in acknowledgement, you laid with her for a few more minutes before giving her one last kiss on her temple. You shuffled out of the bed and exited her bedroom, when the elevator doors opened on the main floor there was a knock on the front door. Angie was halfway there but you waved her away and answered the door to find Mother Miranda, Alcina, and her daughters all standing there. You moved out of the way to let them in but were quickly swarmed in an array of hugs, you chuckled and wrapped your arms around Daniela who only tightened her hug.

"Hello to you too Daniela." You choked out.

"Hi." Daniela replied when she let go.

The second she released you another hug engulfed you, this time Bela. You smiled warmly and hugged her back, holding her tightly against your body until she decided to end it. Cassandra waved at you, Alcina nodded her head, and Mother Miranda didn't look your way but you caught a glimpse of an envelope in her hands. You motioned them to the back room where the fireplace was, Angie was in there and had just set the rapier box on the desk parallel to the fireplace. The girls sat on the couches closest to the warmth of the hearth while Alcina, Mother Miranda, and you sat off to the side.

"Will Donna be joining us?" Mother Miranda asked.

"I'm not sure." You responded.

"Would you mind if I went and checked on her?" She asked quietly.

"Not at all, she's in her bedroom downstairs."

Mother Miranda placed the envelope on the tea table between the two seats then stood and left you alone with Alcina. The girls giggled around the corner with Angie, their conversation not making much sense from the bits and pieces you could make out. Instead you turned your attention to Alcina who gave you a warm smile.

"How are you doing dear?" She asked.

"Honestly? I could be better. I don't know how to help Donna through all this because she won't talk to me and I feel this immense guilt that she did all this because of me."

"You give yourself too much credit dear. This was a long time coming especially with how impulsive Salvatore was and the already strained relationship Donna has with the village. However, you must remember she went her entire life practically alone, it'll take some time for her to lean on someone else after depending on herself for so long."

"Wow." You remark with a hint of sarcasm, "speaking of, have you heard anything in the village since the challenge? Everyone saw Donna's face. I can imagine the rumors are spreading like wildfire."

"There are a few whispers here and there by those who were loyal to House Moreau, otherwise they are being snuffed out quickly. Of course Mother Miranda and I are diluting any lies that come our way without giving away too much. Did anyone come and bother you?"

"No, which is why I asked." You paused for a moment then snapped to attention, "I'm sorry. Do you want anything to drink?"

Alcina gave you a knowing smirk, "I'm fine dear but thank you for asking. Perhaps we'll instill some manners in you yet." She teased.

You rolled your eyes in time to see Mother Miranda return through the opposite door with Donna directly behind her. Donna looked a bit more relieved, her shoulders weren't as stiff and when she made eye contact with you she smiled bigger than she had all week. You smiled back at her and scooted over to give her room on the seat, she sat down next to you and placed her hand on your thigh. Mother Miranda walked over to the girls and Angie, she leaned down to tell them something and you leaned over to see the four of them leave to go elsewhere. Whatever Mother Miranda had to tell you must be important. She sat back down next to Alcina and picked the envelope back up, examined it then sighed heavily.

"I have some things I need to discuss with the two of you, one of them being about taking over Salvatore's portion of the village, and the other concerning this." She waved the envelope.

"I don't want anything to do with the bay." Donna spoke directly.

"I figured as much which is why I put Alcina in charge until we find a suitable candidate to take over. Now as for the contents in this envelope, we found this while searching Salvatore's personal home for any more evidence on his crime."

Mother Miranda handed you the manilla envelope, you took it with one hand and examined it briefly before opening the already torn top. You pulled out a thick packet of paper with the words, 'Last Will and Testimony of Sabine L/N' written on the top. You took a long, deep breath as you absorbed the words and tried to decipher how they made you feel. Some part of you is sad that she died and you had no idea, another part is pissed that this was withheld from you, but the biggest part felt completely neutral. That was until you got to the stipulations of the will.

"I have to be married?! Oh that bitch!" You screeched.

The sudden change of volume made everyone around you jump, Donna squeezed your thigh to keep you grounded. You groaned loudly as you read over that section over and over again. The rest of the will was pretty standard: all assets belonging to the L/N family shall be passed onto the oldest living relative. You had a cousin who was older than you, but then you read that the recipient couldn't be in prison which eliminated him and left you. The more you thought about it though, the more it concerned you that Salvatore had this in his possession. This must have been why he was so adamant about

"What if I don't want any of this?" You asked.

"Well, that would be something to ask the lawyer in charge. I could try and contact him but it takes days for anything via the internet to reach out here, and calling internationally is a hit or miss."

You sighed heavily, "I need some air."

You stood up and placed your hand on Donna's shoulder to keep her from following, you looked at her pointedly then jerked your head toward the other two women. She got the hint and folded back into her seat while you made your way to the front of the manor. The crisp fall air hit your lungs and you breathed it in until your lungs hurt, the air was chilly and caused goosebumps on your skin. You leaned on the railing overlooking the cliff's edge, the porch was protected from the spray of the waterfall. In the distance you heard the voices of the girls grow closer, you looked in the direction of the path and saw them come over the edge.

They waved at you and you waved back, most of them went inside into the warmth of the manor except Cassandra who leaned on the railing with you. At first you didn't say anything to her nor she to you, that was until you saw she had the same downturned look on her face.

"Everything okay?" You asked.

"I should be asking you that. I know as an outsider it must be hard seeing someone killed like that." She responded.

"You say that like you have experience." You stated.

Cassandra looked off into the distance, her silence was enough of an answer for you. You swallowed thickly and rubbed the sides of your arms for warmth. She wasn't wrong, the imagine of Salvatore being stabbed played on a constant loop when your mind wasn't distracted; it's not the first time you've seen someone killed per say, but it is the first time you've seen someone killed in real life.

"I'm fine really, I had unlimited and unmonitored access to the internet at a very young age and saw some pretty fucked up stuff."

"What's it like?" She asked after a long pause.

"What's what like?" You asked back.

"The outside world. I've grown up in this village my whole life, only reading things in books. Hearing about things from the few outsiders we get."

You perked up a little, "are you interested in leaving the village?"

"More than anything. I don't want to live in this village the rest of my life."

"What about Johanna?" You pried.

"Her and I are on the same page. She likes being a blacksmith but, there's only so much one can do you know? I tried talking to Mother about it. She said no, so did Johanna's parents, saying we were too young and that the world is too dangerous. Since then she's been trying to convince me to stay but I keep telling her it's in vain. Bela is going to take over for her someday, Daniela wants the domesticated life, and where does that leave me?"

"Maybe if you had a way to prove that you could provide for yourself and for Johanna, they might change their answer." You said.

You could see the wheels turning in Cassandra's head, at the same time the wheels in your head started to turn too. If you could reach out to the lawyer about giving all the assets away to someone, then Cassandra could get her wish and you might finally be able to live in peace. Cassandra suddenly shook her head and stood upright with a chuckle, her fingers were red from the cold air.

"Maybe. I'm sorry I went on a tangent there."

"It's fine. Let's go inside and get warmed up."

Cassandra smiled at you and nodded in agreement, you walked in with her and found her sisters sitting with Angie in the front room. You squeezed Cassandra's shoulder and went back into the other room where Mother Miranda and Alcina were, they all looked up in your direction when you entered. Donna had puffy eyes from crying which she quickly wiped away and recomposed herself, you sat next to her and leaned your head against her shoulder. She moved her arm and wrapped it around you, rubbing your opposite arm to warm you up.

"Have you come to a decision?" Asked Mother Miranda.

"Yes. If possible I would like to reach out to whomever is in charge of the will about giving the assets to another person."

Mother Miranda nodded and stood up to leave, Alcina followed after and gave you a wink before turning her back to you. When everyone left Angie huffed and excused herself for the evening, you watched her waddle up the stairs then faced Donna and took her hand. You walked in silence with her back downstairs to the kitchen, you released her hand and started searching for something to make to eat. Two arms wrapped around your waist and halted your quest, you straightened up and rested your hands on top of Donna's.

"Thank you." She whispered in your ear.

"For what?" You asked.

"For everything."

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#resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #donna benviento x reader #men and minors dni #donna beneviento #x reader #resident evil women #resident evil fanfiction

[abyssal-ali]

look at those flowers that look like you

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T

WC: ~2.6k

A/N: Hanahaki AU of my Reputation AU.

Includes prompts for days 8-13 (May 10, 12, and substitute quote 1 are the quotes used, and May 8, 9, 11, & 13 are the flowers used).

Title from snow flower by V of BTS (ft. Peakboy)

I've read a couple hanahaki fics but not many, and this is my first time writing one, so I hope it's okay.

Spoilers for Reputation 'Verse: It's not stated (and I haven't gotten that far in Reputation 'Verse), but Tikki is a Symbiote with Mari, and Plagg is a cat (he's sentient. I'm not saying why bc spoilers, but he can talk and judge Mari's dismal relationship status.)

Todd is Mari's nickname for Jason and he calls her Snow.

Mari is very heavily emotionally repressed from dealing with Hawkmoth (shocker, Jason is the emotionally literate one), so she acts a bit differently here.

They're in Paris, Jason is having a kind of gap year from the Bats and Mari moonlights as Noire Chance (I daren't say more lest I spoil RV.)

If you see plot holes...no you don't♡

Enjoy!

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Noire Chance whipped through the cool air, laughter bursting from her lips as she narrowly evaded her pursuer. By using her smaller size and flexibility to her advantage, she sprung off the wall corner and doubled back, using the precious few seconds she had gained to increase the gap between her and Red Hood.

However, Hood had more mass and force behind him, causing him to catch up to her quickly, snagging a gloved hand around her waist and jerking her back to his chest as he swung them up to a taller rooftop.

“Got you, Snow.”

She pouted but didn’t pass up the chance to be trapped by his sturdy body, keeping the resistance to a minimum.

“And I believe that makes it 4:3 escapes this week, in my favour. I would like to collect my winnings in the form of a homemade meal and baking,” said Hood proudly.

She rolled her eyes but acquiesced with minimal grumbling.

They headed off in separate directions for their respective residences, patrolling over for the night.

~~~~~

Marinette had a long hot shower to unwind and relax, planning on taking the weekend off for once. The heat and steam eventually made breathing difficult, so she got out and dried off. Hopefully, she wasn’t coming down with something.

She dressed in her favourite fuzzy onesie and curled into bed with the novel Hood had recommended to her. She was halfway through and it was starting to get good.

The band around her chest eased a little bit as she relaxed and was still. She should probably get checked for asthma or sickness, but she was usually fine. It was probably just another side effect of the trauma that she preferred to ignore.

Dismissing the thought from her mind, Marinette snuggled deeper into the pillows and focused on the book.

~~~~~

“Smells good.”

Marinette whipped around, brandishing a knife threateningly at the intruder. “When will you learn to knock?!”

“When you get a better security system,” shrugged Jason. “This one is so easy to get by, I could do it in my sleep. When it actually requires effort, then I’ll consider it. I gotta keep you on your toes, though.”

“You really don’t.” Marinette gave him the cold shoulder, turning back to stirring the sauce on the stove. “I have a perfectly fine system for enemies, and I can take care of myself just fine.”

“I know you can.” There was a tell-tale crunch as Jason pilfered a handful of grapes from the rack where she was draining them and ate one. “Doesn’t hurt to be extra cautious.”

He had a point, but she wasn’t going to give in yet. They had a variation of this conversation every time he broke in came over.

Plagg wound around Jason’s feet, begging for pets, or more likely, cheese. Jason scooped the cat up and ran his fingers through Plagg’s silky fur.

“Hey, Plagg, Snow thinks you’re a good defence system. But you’re not, are you? Look at you, purring in my arms.”

“That’s because he’s smart enough to know who’s a friend and who’s foe,” Mari defended Plagg.

As they ate, Marinette noticed the familiar tightening around her chest. It felt like she swallowed too large a bite at once and got stuck in her esophagus.

Sipping her wine didn’t help dislodge the lump, and Mari realized that the lump wasn’t physically blocking her airway, though it felt like it.

She continued eating, taking smaller bites than normal just in case.

Jason stared at her. “Why are you eating so slowly? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She glared back at him. “Maybe it just seems slow because you inhaled your portion in five minutes.”

“I did not inhale it! I appreciated the effort that went into making such a delicious meal and savoured it appropriately–by eating it while it was still fresh and hot.”

The band tightened, and Mari was unable to hide the grimace she made that time.

“Okay, something is wrong. What’s up, Marinette.” All teasing had left Jason’s voice and he stared at her, trying to pick out why she was acting so oddly.

“I just feel a bit short of breath. It happens sometimes. I’m fine,” she hiccupped.

“Snow, being short of breath is not a good thing.”

“Could you stop being so overbearing?!” Marinette snapped. Surprise covered Jason’s face. She’d never yelled at him seriously before, but it didn’t sound like their joking debates now.

“Sorry.”

She looked almost as surprised as him that she’d yelled at him. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m just not feeling great, okay? Do you mind cutting tonight short?”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want to go to bed?”

“I’ll just go lie down. Good night, Todd.”

“I hope you feel better soon, Mari. Have a good sleep.”

She nodded and headed to her room.Jason puttered about for a few minutes, clearing the table and washing the remaining dishes, hoping Mari would emerge and tell him what was up. She never got sick, thanks to Tikki. Something was definitely off.

He knocked lightly on her door. The lights were off and he hoped she was asleep, but he didn’t want to leave without one last check.

If he didn’t, who would?

The door swung open and he saw Mari bundled in her blankets. The grey light from the rainy evening provided just enough light for him to see her shaking as if she was cold, or maybe having a nightmare.

He stepped in quietly and promptly stopped when he heard Mari whispering fiercely to herself.

“I am not going to cry. This is not worth crying about. I am not going to cry. I will not cry– dang it!”

Her hand moved, he assumed to wipe the tears away, and he approached her bed slowly.

“Snow, you know I’m always here for you, right?”

She rolled over as quickly as she could, being bundled up so much. “Jason! Why are you still here?!”

“I wanted to be sure you were actually okay before I left.”

She lifted her chin defiantly, the moonlight highlighting a tear trail silver on her cheek.

“Peachy. Thanks for your care, but I’m fine by myself. Don’t you have patrol, anyways?”

“You’re more important, Snow. Do you want to tell me why you’re crying?”

Another tear spilled over.

“No.”

Jason sat on the edge of her bed, pulling her into his arms. “I don’t care if you don’t want my help; I’m giving it to you anyways. I know how lonely it feels to cry alone.”

He held her all night as tears continually rolled down her face silently, dampening her blanket and his shirt, but he didn’t care.

Finally, she fell asleep and he tucked her into the dry half of her bed. His lips brushed her hair before he straightened and left the room.

~~~~~

Marinette stretched and slowly opened her eyes to a sunshiny room. It was nice to wake up peacefully, not from a nightmare. Little specks of dust danced in the warm beams, Plagg was purring on her feet, and–

She bounced a little in shock. Jason was facing her, soundly asleep, his arm slung over her waist, though he was on top of the duvet and she was under it.

Why was Jason sleeping on her bed? He’d never done that before.

How mortifying. Why had she cried on him all night? How uncharacteristic of her.

She should’ve just yelled at him and kicked him out, though both were even more uncharacteristic.

She didn’t even know why she was crying, which was the most frustrating. It’s easy enough to cry and excuse it when you have a reason, but crying for no reason is stupid, she told herself.

At least Jason didn’t say anything about it? If he treated her like she was irrational or weak after this, she was going to send him to the moon without a suit.

She rolled her eyes and reached down to pet Plagg.

Jason opened his eyes and smiled at her.

“Hey, Mari. Sleep well?”

His voice was deeper than usual and a bit rough, sending shivers down her spine.

Mentally slapping herself, she forced a smile and her everyday everything-is-fine voice. “Just fine. How about you? Thanks for staying, by the way.”

“I got a good sleep. Sure wasn’t from knowing this place was secure, so I wonder how that happened,” he teased.

Marinette pushed him off the bed.

“Ouch! Snow! Just for that, I’m not going to make you breakfast like I was planning.”

“Wait, no, I’m sorry!”

~~~~~

Once Jason left after breakfast Marinette headed off to shower and contemplate the meaning of life.

“Tikki, do you have any idea why this is happening?”

“I’m sorry, Marinette, but I do not at the moment.”

Partway through washing her hair, the steam got to her and she started coughing. She stumbled out of the tub to lean over the toilet, feeling something moving the wrong way up her esophagus.

She spat a small orange bud out and stared at it in confusion. A couple coughs later, four more orange-yellow blossoms joined the first.

“Tikki,” she whispered in dawning horror. “I’m coughing up flowers.”

~~~~~

Googling her symptoms was a brilliant idea, and she discovered that she had anywhere from two hours to five years left and she was likely suffering from hanahaki disease, which wasn’t well-recorded and had limited information on, both for causes and treatments/cures.*

The flowers she was coughing up were apparently butterfly weed, a cousin to milkweed, which was toxic to almost all animals except monarch butterflies. Butterfly weed, shockingly enough, attracted butterflies.

She shivered. Butterflies.

That made sense, she’d always made sure butterflies avoided her. Of course she was suffering from a disease for unknown reasons and said disease made her attract one of the things she hated the most in the world.

Possible reasons for contracting hanahaki disease included unrequited romantic feelings, unconfessed romantic feelings, or unknown romantic feelings.

Ugh, why was it always romantic feelings? One of the most conflicting emotions she never wanted to experience and wanted desperately at the same time.

She wanted to be loved completely and all-consumingly by someone who would burn the world for her, who would make her their number one priority.

She had seen the consequences of obsessive love in Hawkmoth. Look what he had done to her in the name of love. Love was dangerous. It hurt the innocent.

It was heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

~~~~~

Marinette sat down straight on her couch, journal cracked open to a fresh page and pen in hand. What I could have hanahaki about: was scrawled across the top line.

Ten minutes later she tossed them onto the floor in frustration.

“How am I supposed to know what I’m feeling?! They’re all jumbled together and I don’t particularly feel inclined to untangle them!”

Another hacking cough started and a small cluster of butterfly weed stained red came up. With a tired sigh, she wiped her mouth and picked up the journal and pen.

~~~~~

“‘Feeling better?’ No, I’m coughing up literal bloody flowers because I’m too emotionally repressed to know why!” she hissed at her phone in response to Jason’s text.

“Have a diagnosis. I’ll be fine in a couple days,” she replied.

Jason showed up at her door the next night.

She opened it and was promptly greeted with a bouquet of flowers. “You knocked,” she said, stunned by the bouquet.

Jason shrugged. “Didn’t want to drop the vase.”

“Thank you…but what is this for?”

He shrugged again. “Just because. You know that book I was reading about flowers? It just made me think of you and so I got them. I bet Tikki will love them.”

“Probably. Thanks, Todd.” She placed the vase on the coffee table, identifying the blossoms as yellow and white lilies, pink and red roses, and smaller filler buds with pink lilies-of-the-valley and baby’s breath. She remembered what most of them meant from one of Jason’s rants–

The now-familiar urge to cough up a branch of flowers overtook her and she headed swiftly to the bathroom to do so in peace.

“You okay, Mari? Seriously? ‘Cause that sounds…bad,” called Jason.

“Yep, just some stuff. It sounds worse than it is,” she called back.

She swung the door open and raised a brow at him standing right outside.

“I’m fine; drop it.”

He eyed her but gave in and bowed after her, following her to the couch, where she’d been watching a Chinese drama.

Halfway through an episode, he shifted to see her better. “Do you have hanahaki?”

Her head whipped around to look at him. “What?”

“Do you have hanahaki?” he repeated. “You’re coughing up bloody something, which looks like flowers, you’re being more standoffish than usual, and you’re emotionally traumatized, which would make sense why you caught it.”

“Ugh, can I have no secrets from you?!” she threw her hands up in exasperation. “Fine, I have hanahaki! I’m working on processing my emotions or whatever so I can know why I have it, okay? I’m taking care of it.”

“You know a faster way to resolve it?”

“What?”

With that tone of voice, he was either teasing or going to say something she wasn’t going to like.

“Acknowledging your feelings and confessing them.”

Oh, it was both. Yay.

“Right, well, I don’t know what I’m feeling, never mind for who.” She leaned menacingly into his personal space.

He kissed the tip of her nose. She sat back an inch and blinked.

“What was that for?”

He sometimes did it when they hadn’t seen each other in a while, one of their old traditions that he still kept. She returned it only when he was sick, injured, or feeling sad.

“Just because. And now you’re not in my face and I won’t go cross-eyed anymore,” he grinned. “Look, you hang out with how many people you could have feelings for?”

“...”

“I’m your only friend that you regularly hang out with, Snow.”

“So…I have feelings for you?”

“Do you?” he asked softly. “What comes to mind when you think about me?”

“Safe, fun, affection…”

She paused, then vaulted over the back of the sofa and ran to her room. “Tikki, do I like Jason?!”

“I think you view him as more than a friend.”

“I like Jason?

“I like Jason.

“I love Jason?

“I love Jason. How- That is literally so obvious…I love Jason.”

Marinette shuffled out of her room a few minutes later, facing him sheepishly. “It has come to my attention that I have romantic feelings for you.”

He smiled, the happiest one she’d seen on him in ages. “I have romantic feelings for you, too.”

“I was starting to get the idea,” she laughed, nodding at the vase a couple feet away.

"Finally."

Jason’s hands cupped her face. “Is your nose glowing a side effect of hanahaki or something?”

“Not as far as I know…” She pulled her phone out and stared at the screen. Her nose was faintly glowing.

“It’s not just the sunlight, right?”

Jason shook his head. “Is–I think it’s a soulmate mark.”**

“What?”

Tiny gold freckles dotted her nose and forehead, the largest one being on the tip of her nose, where he usually kissed her.

“We’re soulmates?”

Marinette looked at Jason in shock.

“I have a soulmate?” he muttered.

“I’m so glad it’s you!” Mari launched herself into his arms, squeezing as tightly as she could. “I secretly imagined you as my soulmate when we were younger, you know.”

“I did too!”

They laughed together, overflowing with joy at the revelations of the afternoon.

Link to inspo pic of bouquet Jason gifts Mari:

https://i1.wp.com/the-little-flowershop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/RED-ROSE-PINK-LILY-FLOWER-BOUQUET-THE-LITTLE-FLOWER-SHOP-FLORIST-LONDON-UK-DELIVERY-e1554746538624.jpg?fit=822%2C1056&ssl=1

*Hanahaki Disease isn't very common in this world because it's caused by unacknowledged romantic feelings (unacknowledged by the owner of said feelings). It doesn't show up very often, as most people come to realize they have feelings for another person before the hanahaki sets in (too badly). However, as Marinette is very much in *suppress* and *act fine* mode, she has no idea what she feels about Jason, etc.

Jason, my poor boy, has been trying to drop hints to Marinette that he sees her as more than a friend/vigilante partner for a while now, but Mari is heavily in *denial* and *don't get your hopes up about someone liking you*. The book about flowers Jason was reading was about the symbolism/flower language. Yes, he told Mari all about it and she ignored all the random flowers he'd previously given her.

**Soulmate bonds are rare (1.5% population), and show up as gold marks where the soulmates touch skin-to-skin the most. Mari and Jason aren't super touchy, and are usually mostly covered up, so it's taken a while for their bond to show up.

Maribat Taglist (open): @the-coffee-fandom, @questioning-blob-of-fog, @jennifer-rose123

#Hanahaki Hours #Hanahaki Hours 2023 #Jasonette #Mlbxdc #Dcxmlb #Fic #ali writes

[knoepfchen]

I have a layover and was tagged by @kaydeefalls so why not! let's do this

last song: not counting anything I listened to with people over new years, my Spotify informs me it was "High" by Stephen Sanchez which I listened to repeat while writing my last fic

currently reading: I've been reading Lolita for ages, got halfway through then abruptly ran out of steam. have also just started the Erlkönig-Manöver by Robert Löhr which is wonderfully absurd

last film: we had an old movie watch party yesterday and watched Swing Time, which was fun (although I expected the Zadie Smith novel at first)

currently watching: uhm like a series? It's complicated, I started Elementary and House but remains to be seen if I continue. Otherwise I've caught the Tatort bug so... that 😅

currently craving: a nap.

currently consuming: nothing, although I'm sure Lufthansa will offer me a little piece of chocolate shortly

three ships: I'll pick the three I write for the most, Joe/Nicky, Andy/Quynh, and Leo/Adam

first ship: i didn't know what shipping was back then, but. Frodo/Sam 💕

favourite colour: hmm idk. I love lilac, but I wear a lot of green and I like decorating with yellow

currently working on: a spatort pushing daisies AU, which i can tell will be my labour of love for 2024. I also started a TOG Xmas party shenanigans AU and a Spatort "Leo's team has problems with HR" AU, but that's more like. candyfloss for the brain.

tagging @bewires @polarcell @raedear @schuerk @gallifreyburning and @andrea-lyn but ofc only do this if you like 🧡

#tag game #the life and times of laurel

[ahdriking]

A03 wrapped 3 and 29

Love you Ames! Prepare yourself for some unnecessarily LONG and introspective answers 😂

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Blue Blood. Probably goes without saying 😂 however! I'll pick from my one shots too! Of all of them Make Me Come Undone stands out the most. AND I'LL TELL YOU WHY.

It's not just that it's SUPER long, it's not just that it has more orgasms/orgasm descriptions than any other fic I've written, it's not just that it's super fucking kinky and I still kinda blush when thinking about it- it's that it was fucking hard. Sometimes when writing fic it's a straight shot from start to finish, you feel inspired from the get go and that carries you to the end. But other times? You run out of steam. And you feel like giving up. And it gets really difficult.

Make Me Come Undone started off as a side project to refresh me from Blue Blood, as a gift fic for @kissporsche (who was very stubborn about giving me kinks, she was all "but I'll love anything you write!!"). The motivating, main kink I eventually got her excited about was "overstimulation and punishment" and everything else was kinda up in the air. I was keen to start it, inspired to explore it. But I ran out of steam after 500 words. Maybe it was the intimidating factor of knowing how many orgasms I'd have to creatively and non-repetitively describe, or maybe it was the fact that it was meant to be reasonably short but the finish line just kept getting further and further and further away, making progress feel stagnant. I don't know! All I know is that eventually I was at the point of having to either decide to abandon it temporarily, or force myself to knuckle the fuck down and do it. You can probably guess which one I went with 😂

The writing process was a constant game of oh we're at 3k? Probably well over halfway. Oh we're at 6k? Uhh I'm sure it'll wrap up soon. Shit 9k? What the hell is happening?? 12k??? This is getting out of hand???? 15k??????? WHAT HAVE I DONE. Honestly, after we hit 7k mark and I realised there was still so much I wanted to explore, the rest of the process was just laughing hysterically while tears streamed down my face.

As soon as it was finished, I wanted to just post it and move on (it was SUPER DIFFICULT not immediately shoving it under Kissporsche's nose, because she's my beta/muse and I crave her approval ahah) because I'm not a huge fan of editing- I'll give every fic a once over, and when it's really important (like blue blood) I'll invest serious time into it, but I prefer to be diligent during the writing process and re-read/edit sections as I go so that I don't really have to. I also tend to rely quite heavily on my betas 😂 But Make Me Come Undone had gotten to be so big, so fucking monumental, that I couldn't stand the thought of having done SO MUCH work on it, only for it to end up sub-par because I couldn't be bothered to edit. So I sent out a call on the discord to see if anyone would be up for reading it, because @kissporsche wasn't allowed to see it till it was done.

@mortimerlatrice volunteered, and I was like awesome! It's always a little scary getting someone to beta for you the first time--because you never know if your styles will clash, or if they'll be able to work in line with your vision, or if they'll invest as much love/care/energy into it as you want from them-- but I had a good feeling about Mort, who's art I adored. And then do you know what happened? This stunning individual, this saint, this god, went through all 15k with a fine toothed comb like they were being paid to do it. They murdered my commas, tidied my grammar, challenged my repetitions, suggested improvements, provided entertaining commentary, HIGHLIGHTED IT LIKE AN ENGLISH REPORT, poured over each section individually and collectively, re-read it at least 4-5 times, answered all my questions, investigated all my concerns, and spent fucking hours doing it. I was not only blown away by their dedication and competence, but I was personally humbled by their attention to detail and desire to make the fic the best version of itself that it could be. It had been my intention to have Mort edit it, integrate their changes/suggestions, and post it. But after I got that first draft back, I literally couldn't. There was just too much more that could be done to improve the fic, and after all the work Mort had done, I couldn't not do it. So, instead I religiously went through the whole damn thing again, picked Mort's brain relentlessly for various ideas/improvements, genuinely restructured entire sections, spent time meticulously investigating the dynamics/continuity for quality and consent-levels control, and just generally fucking worked some damn magic on that fic over the course of 2 more days, passing it back and forth with Mort, until it was done.

Editing Make Me Come Undone was the longest, most meticulous and most arduous refinement process than I have ever committed to for a single fic. So not only had it been quite challenging and taxing to write, but it had been a monumental effort to edit as well! But I tell you what. When Mort and I finally finished that last edit, and I could sit back and look at the whole thing completely, I have never felt more fucking proud of a fic. I was genuinely, deeply impressed with it. Normally, when publishing fics, there's always a part of me that thinks it could probably be better, or that maybe it isn't really that great, that's just a natural part of my nerves. But with this fic? I have never felt so absolutely, unabashedly confident that it was amazing. I was 100% happy with it. That was the reason I called it my magnum opus- not just cos it was impressively long, but because it truly is the most professionally, dazzlingly perfected fic I've ever written.

Basically tl;dr Make Me Come Undone was a hell of a project, but thanks to the magical talents of @mortimerlatrice, and with a little bit of extra effort on my behalf, it truly feels like the most high quality fic I feel like I've ever written.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I'm really terrible at these kinds of questions, cos I don't fuckin remember what I've written most of the time 😂 I remember having moments where I'm writing something and I feel moved by it, or amused by it, or excited about the layers to it, but I cannot for the life of me recall any off the top of my head. The one exception to this is "Better to dance with the devil than wait with god on your dance card" cos @kissporsche specifically pointed that out during their edit 😂

I'd be curious to know though if anyone does have any favourite lines of mine that come to mind? It's always really inspiring to see what impacts people!

Anyway, if you've made it this far I'm giving you a pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek for being such a cool fan!! I really appreciate you 🥰🥰🥰

#ask game #ahdris asks

[frostedlemonwriter]

Something different I've been working on. Under the cut.

A muddy road parted the hills, split the pasture into two – ran alongside Peace River before it crossed over. The livestock had disappeared to find dry bedding and left the siblings alone. Halfway to the small subdivision raised about the town, boots all sludge and much. The sister stopped as she looked up at the gray sky above. Fat drops of water fell at a steady pace. She cupped her hands under the rain and drank from it longingly, which let her younger brother catch up. One big, one small, almost impossible to tell the two apart as the heavy rain fell. They were half-siblings, but the duo was close in age and bonded at thirteen and fourteen. It was as if since his entrance into her life three years ago that they grew up together. Knew no other way. Their histories were intertwined from the start. Saying sister this, brother that. Which made it so.

In the neighborhood, an old man wave and yelled. Even in the rain, they could see it was Terry, and they knew it was him by the man's size. He invited them under the metal awning, which sang a song with every gust of wind or rain drop. When the siblings joined him, the brother asked, “how's the back, uncle?”

He shrugged. “Unlike most, the rain makes my back feel better—so, no complaints today.” The man was in his late fifties and spent most of his life as a professional wrestler. Planted in an old over-stuffed armchair with scratched faux-gold buttons. “How are you two today?”

“Soaked,” the young woman replied. The mouse-like brother nodded in agreement.

Terry had long been a family friend as he grew up with their father. As a man of such extensive athletic background. He could still move more than one would expect a man of his age. The chair groaned when he stood up. A cup of quickly cooling tea it sat on an antique table stained with years of condensation rings.

Tegan moved to sit down in the old man's chair. A sly grin crossed her heart-shaped face. “You didn't forget, did ya, uncle?”

“Tegan--” The older man smirked. “How could I forget? Jeremy head on home if'n you will. Your stepmother would worry. You can go tell her in person of having her make a dozen calls to us.”

“Yes, sir.” The young man waved at his sister. “Have fun, Tee-Tee.” He was off down into the mud. This time the young man ran, tired of the rain.

Tegan ran a hand through her shoulder-length brown hair. “See ya, dude,” she called out over the rhythm of the rain drops that kept falling on the metal awning. With a sidelong look, she said, “I've waited for this day for, God, so many years.”

“Come in,” he beckoned.

The inside of his small ranch-style hose, neat and organized, always seemed smaller than one would think from the outside. Tegan pulled off her heavy boots. She left them by the small door. A metal bucket sat on the stone-topped counter beside the sink as a tiny drop of water fell every few seconds. With a long sigh, he explained how he didn't look forward to going up on the roof to fix it if the rain ever stopped. But she saw through his bullshit, Tegan knew the man better than he thought. She knew well enough that he loved fixing things and working with his hands. An old farm boy to the core, like herself in many ways. She sat on one of the dark-stained wooden chairs as Terry placed a teacup in front of her. Water steamed up as an earthy-smelling muslin satchel of blended teas that was a passion project of uncle. He explained that it was to help keep her nerves in check.

He always had a gentle smile that decorated his face no matter the situation, especially for kids, and definitely for Tegan – his first and only niece, which was always a source of amusement for Tegan's family. She could help but watch the match become a bad, spiteful character in the wrestling world. As soon as he left an event, though, he always went right back to being Terry – a sweetheart man who just loved life.

#creative writing #writeblr #shorts #mystory

[taylors-a-goblin]

After years of knowing I have adhd (keeping in mind that I have a bachelors degree and background in healthcare, and did months of research before settling on this self knowledge) but not having the resources to get formally diagnosed, a friend gave me one of his prescribed pills. This was basically the final test for me, knowing that if I don't have adhd I'd basically get high if I took it (like you would taking an upper if you had normal neurodevelopment). I took it on a day off work when I didn't have anywhere I needed to be and could stay at home to test the effects on my brain. To say that it works for me would be an understatement.

My brain has never been so calm, so capable of concentrating on a task (without hyperfocusing!!!). The lack of constant chatter inside my mind is something I don't think I've ever experienced. And I've been so productive. Not manically productive, like when you've got a house inspection tomorrow and the time pressure finally snaps and makes you act. Calmly productive. Calmly active. Moving from one finished task to the next without freezing up with executive dysfunction because you don't know which task to do. Not running out of steam halfway through a task and abandoning it unfinished (telling yourself you'll come back to it after a break but never doing that). Not completing two or three (if I'm lucky) tasks and then collapsing because my brain has decided that more than that would be too much. Here's everything I've done since the medication kicked in:

Cleaned the entire kitchen. Two loads of dishes. Three loads of laundry (washed, ran some through the drier, hung the rest up to dry). Took all the trash out of my room. Worked on my book. Fixed a broken door stopper I've been meaning to fix for over a year. Fixed the cupboard door I've been meaning to fix for months. Made chocolate crackles with my nephew, made lunch, and cleaned up after we were done. Pulled apart the stove top and scrubbed it all down until shiny. And, amongst all this, I took breaks.

Do you have any idea how absolutely unbelievable this is for me? Can you understand how remarkably free I feel inside my head right now as I'm typing this? I even did several of these tasks in silence. No music. No YouTube video or audiobook or podcast in my ears. I can't get ANYTHING done in silence. Without secondary stimulus in my ears I cannot functionally concentrate on anything unless I'm actively participating with other humans (like in meetings or conversations or table top games).

So yes. I will be trying my darnedest to get a formal diagnosis and a prescription because if this is how it feels to be medicated, then I think I'd like to feel this at least 5 days a week. Can you imagine how much I'll excel in my day job if my brain is working like this? Holy shit. I'm definitely looking to get medicated, because fuck. What am I actually capable of??? I don't know, but I plan to find out.

#adhd post #adhd stuff #adhd feels #medicated #adhd tag

[hlvraik]

Can you try to write a drabble of some kind for your kid!gordon au?

Here's a little drabble I wrote over the last two days. Originally, it was going to be longer, but I was losing steam halfway through and I didn't want to postpone it. Sorry for any errors. I mainly wrote this while halfway asleep, and I'm a bit rusty when it comes to writing! :)

Who knew that babysitting your coworker could be so exhausting?

The team followed in pursuit of the lively preschooler, whose arms swung freely by their side as they ran through the countless empty halls that Black Mesa had to offer. Their head often swiveled to the left or right, so fast that the whole team swore that his little head could literally pop off of their shoulders at any minute, as he tried to take in as much scenery as they could to their small heart's content.

Maybe they should have stayed put in Darnold's lab.

"Gordon, could you maybe...slow down for a bit?"

Bubby called out in between their gasps for air. Sure, they despise admitting their shortcomings, but here they are, supposedly the so-called 'perfect lifeform' that scientists have taken years to almost perfect, having trouble catching up to the rest of the group and a mere 4-year-old.

Long were the days where they'd haphazardly burst out of their tube, sending glass flying everywhere as they led their researchers on a wild goose chase across the facility while shouting "FUCK YOU!!" and spewing flames left and right. Of course, they'd eventually get caught, and would be thrown back into their tube without so much as a second thought.

Things didn't have to end up like this. They could have just let them out from time to time. They were just tired of being stuck in the same god damn tube for thirty plus years and being prodded at like a frog undergoing dissection by a group of incompetent teens that had no idea what was going on. Not to mention, they were in dire need of  a change of scenery...

...Huh. Maybe they aren't so different after all.

"Dr. Bubby's right, Gordon," Tommy replied, snapping Bubby out of their deep thought, "Without Sunkist or Benrey, there is-there's no way that we can keep up with you. Plus, I think running aimlessly might interfere with OSHA guidelines. You could run into important equipment and it could break! You're like... a crocodile loose in a bowling alley!"

Tommy's response was greeted by a playful raspberry blown by Gordon himself.

"You guys worry about me too much!" The child jabbed, looking back at the group while continuously running.

"I'm not going to break anything Tommy─I'm very good at not breaking stuff! Even better than some big kids in big kid's school! That's what my mom said!"

"Plus, if something does happen, I got my alien pals and you guys!"

"He does have a fair point, you two!" Coomer added, not trailing too far from Gordon.

"Not once has Gordon here broken anything within the confines of Black Mesa─besides the space-time continuum, of course! Plus, he has got the science team to protect him from any sort of danger that might come their way!" He cheerfully gestures towards both Tommy and Bubby.

"Dr. Coomer, for fuck's sake, please don't tell me you're agreeing with him!" Bubby rebuked, "Sooner or later he's going to break something or something's going to break him! That's just how things are! Now use your extendo-arms to grab him!"

"Language Professor Bubby!" Coomer chided, "You should try to have more faith in Gordon! He's one of Black Mesa's best scientists after all!"

"Yeah! What Coomer said!" However, before they were able to stick out their tongue, which was very crucial, they ended up running into a stray trashcan at full force.

In one clumsy swoop, with a surprised, painful squeak to match, Gordon was on the floor.

His small face remained scrunched up seconds after the impact while a small hiss escaped his lips, as if he was afraid that any slight change in facial movement would cause the slightest pain to spread throughout his body, just like a newly cracked glowstick. 

His glasses hung askew on his face, teetering to one side and threatening to fall off the brim of his nose, yet there were no cracks or scratches visible on the lenses.

Well, that's one good thing to come out of this situation─another was that the science team was finally able to catch up to Gordon...

"GORDON!!" The science team hollared, staring down at the injured preschooler. Tommy bent down on one knee beside Gordon, placing one hand attentively behind his head and one on his chest, carefully sitting him up.

Upon closer examination, he didn't seem to be badly injured, although his face seemed to be fairly red.

"Gordon, could you please open your eyes for me?" Coomer gently says, bending down at eye level right in front of him, before pushing back and straightening Gordon's glasses."I want to check if you might have a concussion. If you don't know, a concussion, also known as a mild traumatic brain injury, is a head injury that temporarily affects brain functioning. Symptoms may include loss of consciousness, memory loss, headaches-"

"I'm...I'm fine, Coomer." Gordon said. His voice strained to mask the pain while slowly blinking his eyes open. 

"Nothing hurts, and I don't think I have a concu.. Coin push? Coin-push-hand? Yeah, a Coin-push-hand."

A partical lie. While yes, he did in fact not have a concussion, his head did hurt a tad bit from the impact. It wasn't anything major, like the time he scraped his knee trying to jump off a swing; it was more like whenever he used to get a splinter. The pain itself was quite dull and throbbing, but it was still present and boy did it let Gordon know.

But it's not like he could tell the science team about it either; there's no doubt that they'll baby and coddle him to the point of turning right back towards Darnold's lab, claiming 'it's too dangerous to continue on'.

And there's no way he was going to let that happen.

"...Are you sure about that?" Bubby asked, squinting at the preschooler while crossing their arms across their chest. "Your face is rather red..."

Gordon's eyes immediately widen as he springs up, causing both Tommy and Coomer to back up (but not too far, as Gordon ends up losing his footing, leading to both of them helping him to find his balance).

"Yup! I'm toooooo-tally fine! Don't worry!" He exclaims, his voice partially wavering as he tries to find his balance, briefly pinwheeling his arms rapidly and leaning from one foot to the other, before coming to a halt and putting his hands on his hips.

He might be radiating fake confidence, but hey, it's some sort of confidence!

"Well then, if that's the case, how about we continue on our merry way then?"

#was it mostly going to be angst?....👀 #hlvrai au #kid!au #half life vr self aware ai #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai coomer #hlvrai tommy #hlvrai #fanfiction #drabble #long post