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rea-grimm · 5 months

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Sleep protector Ace

You couldn't remember the last time you had a good night's sleep. You've been suffering from insomnia lately and no matter what you tried, nothing worked.

You tried to tire yourself to the point where you expected to sleep while walking but to no avail. You've tried sleeping pills, meditation, relaxation exercises, you've even been to a sleep lab, but none of it helped.

You were tossing and turning in bed and sleep wouldn't come. When you were at your best, you fell asleep for a few hours at most and when you woke up, you felt as if you had run a marathon.

After all those sleepless nights you had ugly dark circles under your eyes and yawned constantly, it's a wonder you didn't tear your mouth open. No sleep, however.

You wandered around town trying to tire yourself out enough to fall asleep for at least a few hours. You wandered mindlessly through the city until you reached a street you had never been on before. There were strange shops everywhere, offering the strangest goods.

A small antique shop, which also offered goods related to the supernatural, caught your attention. Truth be told, you were getting desperate from the lack of sleep and you had nothing to lose.

You walked in and the bell rang. But you didn't see anyone anywhere. You were there alone. You decided to explore there. There were all kinds of books, talismans, artefacts, and just about anything possible.

There was even a strange fruit in the small basket. One was purple, another was scaly, and another looked like a heart. You were about to take one and take a closer look when a saleswoman appeared like a ghost next to you.

"What can I help you with?" she asked you You immediately pulled your hand to yourself and confided in her about your problem. The saleswoman just nodded before smiling mysteriously.

“I think I have something that could help you,” and with that, she took you into the back of the store, which you hadn't gotten to yet. There on the shelf were stuffed teddy bears wearing cute outfits. Everyone looked different.

The saleswoman reached for the teddy bear, which had black wavy fur, black shorts with an orange belt, a red and white bracelet on the left arm, a red beaded necklace and an orange hat with two blue smileys, one frowning and one smiling, and a string of red beads sitting above the rim.

"Teddies are protectors of dreams and sleep. This one is perfect for you,” she said and handed it to you. His fur was soft and you had the impression that it was slightly warm. It was such a nice feeling. "Just put it on your bed when you go to sleep, although you get the best results if you put it through the fire," she explained.

You didn't really believed her with that, but you already had a nice feeling about him, so you decided to try it and bought a teddy bear.

Already that evening you took the teddy bear to bed with you. You were hugging him and partly had him as a pillow. As soft and warm as he was, he soon lulled you to sleep. It was the first night that you slept through the morning without any problems and felt rested and full of energy in the morning.

By that time, you fell asleep without any problems and you slept well. You were joking about sleeping like a baby. In addition, you felt great and full of energy after sleeping.

I mean, the first few nights you still had nightmares to begin with. But you were consumed by the fire in which you saw the person. This person burned all your nightmares to ashes.

Instead, you started having dreams full of adventures. In those dreams, you always somehow ran into a young man with black hair and a freckled face who was dressed just like your teddy bear. You could say he looked like a teddy bear turned into a human.

At first, you saw him out of the corner of your eye or from a distance. He later moved on to you and took you on all sorts of adventures. You explored new bizarre islands, searched for lost treasures, fought pirates, took you on a ride across the ocean on a fiery raft, and the like.

Every day you looked forward to what new things you would do together in your dreams. You knew that he had introduced himself to you several times in your dreams, but every morning you forgot his name and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't remember.

With each dream adventure, you looked forward to it more and more and daydreamed about it. You imagined what if he was real and what if there was so much more between you.

You fell asleep best by the fireplace or by the sound of a roaring fire. All you had to do was sit by the fireplace and within five minutes your eyelids would be heavy and you would be asleep. You didn't even have to have the fireplace.

An ordinary candle was enough for you. You watched as the flame danced on the wick and soon you fell asleep. You woke up in the morning with a blanket over your back. You had no idea when you came to get her. You were sure you fell asleep without it.

Waking up with a blanket over your back didn't seem as strange as anything else. It happened that you fell asleep at the table or on the couch and woke up in bed. The fire in the fireplace was out and the candle was blown out. It should be properly burnt, you would expect wax everywhere, but no. As if someone extinguished it for you.

One night you had less sleep and woke up in the middle of the night. You squinted around and had the impression that you weren't alone there. Someone was lying on the bed next to you.

That someone pulled you back to bed. You cried out in shock, but the stranger didn't mind. He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around your waist. You could feel his hot breath on your ear.

"Go to sleep. I am with you. I'll protect you," he whispered, running his hand over your back. It was pleasant, plus it radiated a pleasant warmth and very soon you fell asleep again. When you woke up in the morning, you hugged the teddy bear tightly.

You thought about the instructions the saleswoman gave you. Let the teddy bear go through the fire, whatever that means.

You took the box of matches and placed the teddy bear right next to it. You lit a match intending to try to set him on fire. But before the flame could reach the teddy bear, you blew out the match.

You would just destroy him and then who would protect you from bad dreams?

One evening you read a book by candlelight. You put your book down, leaning on your arm and watching the fire. The thought of letting the teddy bear go through the fire came to you again.

You took the stuffed animal and slowly put his paw to the flame. You didn't expect the speed with which the stuffed animal would burst into flames, and out of shock, you tossed it aside to avoid burning yourself. Flames completely enveloped him.

You quickly recovered from the shock and wanted to try to put it out. You were already taking the blanket to cover him and try to smother the fire when a pair of strong hands grabbed you and pulled you away from the fire.

"Carefully! Otherwise, you'll burn yourself!” you heard a familiar voice from your dreams. From his arms, you watched as the teddy bear turned into a pile of ashes within minutes. The person was watching with you and resting their head on yours.

When the teddy bear burned, you turned to the stranger and couldn't believe your eyes.

“Ace?” escaped your lips and you didn't understand how you suddenly remembered his name. Ace just smiled at you saying that it took you quite a while to let him go through the fire.

You didn't quite understand him, so he explained it to you. As a teddy bear, he was limited only to your dreams and the times when you were asleep. Thanks to the fire, however, it can now protect you both at night and during the day.

"I had to fall asleep and this seems to me," this was too much for you. You couldn't believe your eyes. After all, it was too good to be true. You even pinched yourself, but that only proved to you that you weren't asleep.

“You're not sleeping,” he said softly, leaning down to you until your lips were almost touching. How many times have you almost kissed in a dream, but it never happened. But now he was waiting for you.

You tilted your head and closed the space between you in a kiss. This was too real. Ace was real and he was only there for you. Your own protector...

Sleep Protector Masterlist

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novasintheroom · 9 days

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101. Smile

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.7k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: Vash notices your different smiles.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

You have different smiles for different people.

Take now, for instance. Your polite smile to the barmaid – it’s subdued, meant to convey pleasantness, and wanting to cause no trouble. The girl gives back the same kind of smile. Business as usual. She takes your order and gives Vash a wink before sauntering off to place it.

Your smile morphs into a cheeky grin. You wiggle your eyebrows. “Oh, I think she likes you,” you say, taking a drink of your water. But he sees the way your lips twitch, wavers at the corners. You do that a lot; you play off what you’re feeling for a sense of nonchalance.

That won’t do. He leans forward, lowering his voice. “You think? Maybe we can get a free dessert out of her if I play my cards right.”

Your smile is fuller now. There’s a spark of playfulness in your eyes. “Just don’t do too much; we need a lava hot cake, not a broken heart.”

He sighs and clucks his tongue. “Well, there go my plans.” He grins, your foot kicking his leg in reprimand.

Vash watches you that evening. He’s always watching you, even when he tries not to. You’re just…you’re something. And watching your lips quirk up or down or to the side is…addicting. More than he’s ever experienced. You give dazzling smiles to the men who wander up and make small talk at the bar (so much for not leaving broken hearts). Sweet smiles to the staff. You give him smiles too, just as wonderful and varied.

But he’s waiting for it. The Smile.

He’s tried figuring out what makes it come out. His jokes aren’t it. Neither are his compliments to your outfit or hair, though he is rewarded with a lovely blush. No, it’s something he hasn’t put his finger on yet. A mystery he desperately wants to solve.

And it comes at the strangest time tonight.

You’re both walking back to your camp outside town, too broke to afford the inn for the night. It’s quiet. The two of you are exhausted, both from your traveling and social hour at the saloon. But you’re happy, and he’s a little tipsy.

“Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-eight bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, ninety-seven bottles of beer on the wall!” He tries to skip along, stumbling this way and that. At one point he circles back to you and nearly bowls you over.

You laugh, curling an arm around his middle and helping him trip along. “You are too much sometimes.”

“I’d say I’m just the right amount, whaddya mean…” He pushes it, leaning into you heavily without making you fall. He grins when you grunt at his weight. “Ooooohhhh, ninety-seven bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-seven bottles of beer! Take one – uhp – “ He twirls too fast and feels his stomach heave.

You pat his back as he gags to the side. “This. This is what I mean.” You laugh. “I don’t know how you ever made it back to camp or an inn room before when you get like this.”

He spits on the ground and rubs his lips. “Well, I’ve got a pretty girl to help me out now, y’know? Can’t do much without you.”

And there it is.

The Smile.

It’s gentle, curling. Like a warm sunray that wakes you up in the morning. Vash suddenly feels very sober under its gaze. He straightens, watching in muted awe of it. What makes him so giddy? It’s only meant for him. He knows. He knows it’s his Smile, and his alone. You’ve never given it to anyone else. A small treasure only he gets to keep.

The Smile fades under his scrutiny. “What?”

He shakes his head and puts an arm around your shoulders, tugging you along back to camp. You fit snugly at his side, like you belong there. Maybe you do. “Nothing. You just have a great smile.”

#'is smile even a word anymore' i ask myself by the end of this #trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #tristamp #writing #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #reader insert #self insert #nova writes #x reader #trigun x reader #150 bullets

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rocksanddeadflowers · 10 months

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something I've been thinking about is how interesting it would be to see the goblincore/gremlincore/corvidcore type aesthetic to evolve into an actual subculture. obviously for starters we should change the name bc anything ending in -core just doesn't sit right with me? unless of course it becomes that "placeholder name turns true name" sorta deal but ANYWAY.

main three key elements I've noticed that tend to make up a subculture is: style/outfit presentation (the optional part), belief system, and music genre(s).

style and presentation: (like what you wear), that part is already obvious if you ever followed the aesthetic at any point. (it was trendy for a time I think, is it still trendy? bc idk if it is but that's not stopping me from loving it.) basically wearing majority earth colors like browns and greens, stuff like hobbit-esque cloths or sweaters and stuff. definitely LOTS of nature based themes or just wearing weird trinkets. gotta go for that "creature directly out of the chronicles of spider wick" type look you know?

with the clothes (and often interior design I've noticed, which my entire bedroom would probably fit the aesthetic actually) one thing I've noticed for most who are into the aesthetic is there is a LOT of DIY. also going out and collecting things you find (anything from mystery trinkets to dead bugs and sticks and rocks, which I grew up doing and would call myself a tinker bc I made stuff out of what I found very often).

belief system: I feel like, above all else, beliefs commonly held among people in this aesthetic is to respect and be in nature, as well as do not waste, reduce and reuse. a lot of environmentalist like stuff, as well as seeing and respecting the beauty of nature, from butterflies and flowers to dirt and corpses. I don't have a solid concrete answer for belief system, but hopefully that sums up my view on it.

music genre: folk/folk punk, fantasy DND type genres, and nature based lyrics and vibes. from my experience and digging around, there's less artists who catch the vibe of this aesthetic all around (bc that's not what they're trying to do), and moreso having a couple or handful of songs that fit so very well. unless of course it's a genre of music that is enheritly matching to this aesthetic.

anyway, I'm not great at explaining the music aspect of it, but I feel like if it's magical and yet sorta punk-like that can work. no limits here yet, I have a playlist on my youtube that definitely pushes the boarders but who cares? the thing has celtic woman and httyd score on it. I just think if this evolved into having music for the genre (idk if we could call it a music based genre since it didn't start that way but I mean overall having a genre of music dedicated to this aesthetic-turned-subculture) it would be really interesting to hear what comes of it.

circling back for a minute, I feel like punk comes hand-and-hand with a couple of things here, but specifically mainly eco-punk. like diy, reduce and reuse, etc. as well as the music, while not deeply punk still feels like it would have a punk undercurrent.

I also think this could parallel well with goth, with the dark romantic sorta stuff. the music and belief system having love and adoration for the strangest and darkest aspects of nature, similar to goths seeing beauty in the darkness and creepiness of the world.

if anyone actually read this I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on my little rant (suggestions for bands/musicians and similar subcultures/subculture parallels are very encouraged) bc I grew up doing pretty much everything within this aesthetic long before I knew it was a thing or maybe even before it was a thing. that isn't meant to be gate keepy. I mean that when I found out just how many other people liked and did the same things as me, it was just so cool. so I just really wanna talk to people about this and I think something like this aesthetic could easily become a subculture one day.

#i am ALWAYS open wanna talk about this style in general #nature based stuff is very important to me pls feel free to reply or reblog with literally any positive points #goblincore #gremlincore #corvidcore #crowcore #nature #alternative subcultures #alt subculture #goblin aesthetic #goblin vibes

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teaberrii · 11 months

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Cupid's Match

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Chapter 1: You’re My Soulmate

You heard a building collapse behind you.

Yet, you kept walking.

An innocent man ran toward you. He stopped and collapsed just as an arrow pierced his heart.

Yet, you kept walking.

You could smell the rotting, burning flesh around you.

Yet, you kept walking.

Suddenly, you felt something stop you; it was the first time you looked down. A young girl was bleeding from the head, her eyes wide and her lips dry.

“...Please,” she whimpered. “...Please help me.”

You lift your foot, shrugging her hand off your blood-stained boot. Then, you raised the spear in your hand. And, as you stared into her eyes, you aimed the spear directly toward her heart.

“Get up!”

You wake with a start. Your heart is pounding; your hands are slightly shaking. Strands of hair cling to the sides of your sweaty neck. You’re still reeling from your nightmare when a small, dark gray and white rabbit wearing a conductor’s outfit walks up to you.

“Another nightmare?”

You look down and see Pom-Pom, your partner-in-crime, looking up at you with his large blue eyes.

You sigh. “Take a guess.”

“Well, maybe this will take your mind off things,” he says as you get out of bed. “You have a new assignment!”

“Oh, goody,” you say dully, slipping on a jacket.

You open the door and see the Milky Way out of one of the windows of the Astral Express, the mysterious train that travels non-stop in outer space. You don't know how you ended up on this train, only known and inhabited by Aeons, who are Gods and Goddesses that embody a specific human trait.

You, of course, are one of them.

You are Cupid—the Desire. The one who’s supposed to believe that love can overcome all obstacles. Yet, you almost roll your eyes at the thought. You don’t know how you got here or why you’re who you are when you don’t really believe in love. But this is your fate. You hope that by bringing couples together, you will figure out who you really are and why you're here.

At least, that's what you're promised.

“Hey, Cupid, long time no see.”

The last person you want to see is Nanook, the God of Destruction, known for his ego. But you're not surprised. The man is shirtless with—dare you say it—a great body. His black pants sit snugly around his waist, and you can clearly see his defined V-line. It's kind of annoying how physically attractive he is. If only his personality can keep up.

“I wish it would stay that way.”

You walk past him, but Nanook suddenly grabs your hand and spins you around.

“Why do you hate me so much? We would match so well.”

"Because when one thinks of love, they think of destruction," you deadpan.

Nanook smirks. “It would certainly be a passionate romance.”

Pom-Pom loudly clears his throat. “She has a job to do, Nanook! Let her go!”

When he doesn’t, you frown. “I’m going to give you three seconds.”

“Or else what?” Nanook challenges. “Himeko can wait.”

“Desire itself is an ugly form,” you say. “It can make people do the wildest, strangest, things. I don't think you'd be able to live with what you'd do if I released that to the world.”

Nanook slightly narrows his eyes and lets you go. Then, he slides a hand into his pocket. “You’re a feisty one.” He dismissively waves his hand. “Our budding friendship can wait.” Pom-Pom climbs onto your shoulder and sticks his tongue out at him. The God points at him and says, “Watch it, rabbit.”

You turn around and continue towards the conductor’s cabin.

Once you arrive, and before you knock on the door, you hear a woman say, “Come in.”

You open the door and see Himeko, the train’s conductor, sitting at a large table. From the outside, one will assume they’re walking into a small compartment, but that’s far from the truth. Planets float above you. The ceiling feels and looks like an endless galaxy. The room is illuminated with floating stars. There's also a light fruity scent in the air.

“You look well," Himeko says.

“Did you call me here to ask about my well-being or because of a job?”

She chuckles. “Cheery as always, I see."

"Oh, of course. Because seeing people get lovey-dovey just fills me with joy."

Pom-Pom pulls at your cheek as if forcing you to smile, and you turn to him with a deadpan look. “Sorry," he says. "I thought I’d help you out.”

Himeko slides a wide envelope toward you. You take it off her desk and open it. They’re profiles of your latest… victims, you like to call them. This time it’s a man and a woman.

“Childhood friends?” Pom-Pom asks, reading their profiles from your shoulder. “This should be easy!”

Childhood friends, huh? As Pom-Pom says, this should be easy. You've dealt with getting two complete strangers together before, and it was exhausting. But it's all part of the job. You'll do anything to complete it, which often includes interfering with their lives. How many human jobs have you worked? How many people did you impersonate? You've lost count.

You take one last look at their profiles. Dan Heng is a Ph.D. student at Xianzhou University, one of the most prestigious universities in the world. His soulmate, Stelle, is a singer-turned-actress.

"I have a little more info on them if you're interested."

You look up and see Himeko looking at you. Then, you slide their profiles inside the envelope. “Enlighten me.”

“They went to a private school,” Himeko says. “But… Dan Heng's family began facing financial difficulties when their business started doing poorly. During that time, they transferred him to a public school, which is also when Stelle left to start her career as a singer. They kept in touch for a little while but drifted apart."

“Well, what about now?”

Himeko smiles. “That’s for you to find out.”

You sigh. “I guess I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.”

“Well, good luck.”

A small pause.

"...When will I start getting answers?" you ask. "You promised I would."

"Of course. I am a woman of her word."

You stare at her. She stares back. Guess she isn't going to answer your question.

So, you turn around. As you open the door, she says, "I think you'll find the job a little more... exciting this time."

You look over your shoulder and see Himeko smiling at you. "I'm not doing this for excitement. I want my answers."

And then you're out the door.

“...Do you think we’ll be doing this forever?” Pom-Pom asks as you head toward your room.

“We'd better not.”

That's right. You're abiding by your responsibilities because of Himeko. She'd promised you'll get all the answers you were looking for when she found you. You'd also met Pom-Pom on the Astral Express. He was just as lost as you. Why is he a talking rabbit while everyone else is an Aeon? You aren't sure how you struck up a friendship, but he'd somehow felt that by staying with you, he'll learn something about himself.

“Isn’t that just an excuse because no one else would take you?” you asked.

"How rude!" Pom-Pom huffed. "I want to stay with you because I feel you and I are connected!"

You laughed.

“If you’re going to treat me like this, then—”

You patted his head and smiled. "I'm counting on you, partner."

Pom-Pom sighs. “...But we still don’t have any answers so far."

As soon as you and Pom-Pom arrive in your compartment, he hops onto your bed and makes himself comfortable. You, on the other hand, start packing for another trip to Earth.

“Honestly, I can’t imagine you as anything else but a talking rabbit.”

Pom-Pom immediately stands and puts his paws on either side of his hip. “But I’m not a rabbit!" His ears droop. "I… I can’t be.”

You chuckle. “Right. You’re also a cat, dog—”

“I get it,” he says flatly.

While Pom-Pom’s form on the Astral Express is a rabbit in a conductor’s uniform, his appearance changes when he’s on Earth. Sometimes he’s a cat. Sometimes he’s a dog. At one point, he was even a car. You have to admit it’s a little exciting to see what form he takes on every job.

You swing a bag over your shoulder. “C’mon, partner, we have a job to do.”

Once Pom-Pom climbs into your bag and pokes his head out, you leave your compartment.

“So? Do you have any ideas?” Pom-Pom asks. “You’ve dealt with the silent brooding types before!”

You raise a brow. “Are you talking about Dan Heng?”

“Who else?”

You almost smile. “They can be a pain, but some celebrities aren’t that much better.”

You should know. You had to match one before, and the man was so high maintenance that you almost murdered him in his sleep.

“Who are you talking about?”

You and Pom-Pom face forward and see Idrila, the Goddess of Beauty, who doesn’t have a permanent appearance. Instead, she has a combination of features that different cultures find attractive, and it changes from era to era.

“It’s so nice to see you out and about, Cupid! I was getting worried.”

“You don’t have to worry about her with me around,” Pom-Pom says confidently.

Idrila notices the envelope in your hand. “Himeko has a job for you?”

“Yup.”

“Ooh, can I take a look?”

You hand her the envelope, and she slides out the sheets.

“I must say… the man looks quite charming,” she says. “Fair skin… a defined jawline… oh! And that gaze! He must be quite the ladies’ man.”

Should Stelle consider herself lucky, then?

“Anything else you can tell about him?” you ask.

“I doubt he’s very social.” She slides the papers back inside the envelope and hands it back to you. “Might take a while for him to open up to you.”

"I guess that's a sign for you to approach Stelle first," Pom-Pom says to you.

“Let’s see how it goes."

Idrila chuckles. "Good luck! Oh… but if you get close to him… introduce me."

You raise a brow. “You? Become friends with a human?”

“You’d be breaking the rules,” Pom-Pom says.

“I know you two are an exception but”—she winks at you and Pom-Pom—“rules are meant to be broken.”

When you get to the carriage that acts as instant transportation to Earth, you're surprised to see Lan—the Hunt—standing in front of the door.

He doesn’t turn around when he asks, “A job on Earth?”

“Bingo,” you say. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Where are you headed?”

Lan turns around. As usual, you can't see his eyes. Well, you can't see what he is, actually. His form is like a Centaur, except his back legs are like wheels. His form is illuminated by an even mix of purple and blue. If it isn't, no one can tell what he looks like.

“Xianzhou.”

Pom-Pom looks up at him. “What a coincidence! We’re heading there, too!”

The carriage doors open.

Lan gestures for you to go first. “...After you.”

You step into a dimly lit space, where it's full of floating clouds. You turn around just as Lan enters something into the system. Then a familiar, mechanical voice says, "Destination: Xianzhou."

Soon, everything goes black.

The next time you open your eyes, you're standing in a technologically-advanced elevator whizzing to the bottom floor. The windows are glass, allowing you to see the view of Xianzhou City behind you. Tall skyscrapers as far as the eye can see. Trains running in the sky. But it isn't just the view that has you stunned.

Lan—or at least you think it's him—stands beside you as a tall man with long hair and a defined jawline. His eyes have a sharp look to them, and he's wearing glasses. Coupled with the dark dress shirt and pants he's wearing, his appearance almost makes your jaw drop.

“Lan?” you finally say.

“Yes?” he asks, not turning towards you.

“Y-you’re… human!”

Well, he looks like he is. You know that an Aeon's appearance will change when they get to Earth, but you've never seen Lan in this form before… ever. You're the only Aeon whose appearance never changes regardless of where you are. You've always looked human.

He pushes his glasses up from the bridge of his nose. “...And?”

And? And he looks… kinda hot. Not that you'd admit it.

Then, he looks past you. “...I’m not the only one you should be paying attention to.”

That’s when you turn and see another man standing on your other side. His dark hair is slicked back, and he’s wearing what looks like a butler uniform. Is that who you think it is?

He suddenly grabs your shoulders and spins you to face him. You're staring into his blue eyes when he cries, “Cupid! I’m… I’m human!”

Suddenly, the elevators stop and the doors open to reveal a crowd. The silence is almost too loud as they stare at you and Pom-Pom.

Lan lightly clears his throat. “...Well, I’ll see you two around.”

He’s the first to leave. You quickly shrug off Pom-Pom’s grip and exit the elevator. He hurries after you.

You're still not sure where you ended up, but it looks like the building of an institution. There are a lot of people with backpacks. Some are in groups with books and papers scattered on the tables. You assume they're students.

“I can’t believe this!”

You turn to Pom-Pom, who's still marvelling that he took on a human form.

“You’re drawing attention to yourself,” you say, seeing people whisper amongst themselves as they walk past Pom-Pom.

“...Can we stay here forever?”

You give him a deadpan look when you hear, “Oh, there they are! Dan Heng! Gepard! Over here!”

You and Pom-Pom turn toward the voice and see two men walk toward a small group of other people.

“Looks like we hit the jackpot,” Pom-Pom says.

You instantly recognize Dan Heng, but he looks much better in real life than in his photo. He's tall with a slim and lean build. Wearing a white coat with a black turtleneck and pants, he looks like a model.

“Should we jump him?”

“Because that’ll definitely get him to talk to us,” you deadpan.

“Um…” You and Pom-Pom turn around and see a couple of students. “Are you two here for an event?”

An event? What makes them say—

That's when you notice their clothes. They look so well-dressed while you look like you haven't updated your fashion in over a century with your black and white silk robes.

“Can we get a photo with you?”

You and Pom-Pom glance at each other, but you quickly notice Dan Heng is leaving. You can’t let him out of your sight. So, you turn to the students and say, “We’re a bit busy.”

“Aw, but one photo wouldn’t—”

You don’t give Pom-Pom a chance to finish as you drag him away.

You and Pom-Pom discreetly follow Dan Heng and his classmates around while brainstorming ideas of how to approach him. Eventually, you end up in another building where there are a lot of restaurants and stores selling used textbooks, knickknacks, and the like.

"...Maybe we should change into something a little more... appropriate," Pom-Pom says as you and he peeked out at Dan Heng from behind the corner.

You sigh. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You happen to see two men look at you and then whisper something to each other.

You never thought the fashion in Xianzhou would be so different. Or, maybe you've been living on the Astral Express for too long, where beings roam shirtless or in random clothes from all different walks of life that no one bats an eye. Regardless, it's not just the students from before who are well-dressed. Everyone looks as if they're about to go on the runway.

You dig into your bag and find some clothes that can work for you but definitely not for Pom-Pom. You never would've guessed he would take a human form, as it's never happened before. Pom-Pom taps your arm and nods toward a nearby store selling university merchandise including sweats and t-shirts.

“I guess that’ll have to do for now,” you say.

“Repping a university I never went to?” Pom-Pom chuckles. “I’m ready.”

You find a washroom nearby and quickly head inside to change into something more… normal looking. However, now you look underdressed and don't know which is worse.

Eventually, you find Pom-Pom in the store with a basket of clothes.

“...Don’t tell me you’re going to get all of that,” you say.

“We have the money!” A small pause. “Right?”

You cross your arms. “We aren’t here to shop, Pom-Pom.”

Then, he looks behind you. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re here for a job.”

You look over your shoulder and see Dan Heng and Gepard walk into the store. Pom-Pom leans forward and whispers, “By the way, the lady at the counter has been eyeing me ever since we got here.”

"...I wonder why."

"Hey, I'm not the only one who looks like I'm someone's servant!"

“I guess we match then," you deadpan.

Pom-Pom clears his throat. “Okay, but listen to this. Maybe… I can convince her to give me a discount.”

“...Convince her how?”

Pom-Pom gestures to himself. “Look at me! I’m devilishly handsome! This has to be my true form. Why not make the most out of it? I can live as a human!”

“...So, are you saying you’re going to flirt your way to a cheaper price?”

“Exactly.”

“That’s not what humans do,” you say. “Not… ones that have a conscience at least.”

“But…”

The rest of Pom-Pom's words fall on deaf ears when you notice that Dan Heng is just a few feet away from Pom-Pom. Suddenly, you grab Pom-Pom's shirt sleeve, making him stop. You nod behind him, and he turns. Then, he looks back at you.

“...What? Don’t tell me you’re going to flirt your way into his life?” he asks quietly.

"Seriously, Pom-Pom?"

“Right. I forgot. The kid has a soulmate already. Well, go work your magic, and I’ll take care of my stuff. How’s that sound?”

“Just don’t go overboard,” you say. “I don’t want our next destination to be the police station.”

Then, you and Pom-Pom go your separate ways.

You’re hoping that Dan Heng will look in your direction when you walk up to him. At least it won’t be as awkward to say hello. But he doesn’t. So, you’re forced to take the initiative.

“Hi.”

It’s safe to say that Dan Heng isn’t normal. He doesn’t even look at you until a moment too long. There’s a calculating look in his eyes when he does.

“...Hi,” you say again. “I’m a student here… and—”

“Why were you following us?”

Did he know? How long did he know? You and Pom-Pom weren't even following him for that long. Maybe it's the clothes. But he didn't even look in your direction—

“I… think you have the wrong person,” you say calmly. “I’m a new student here.”

The indifferent look in his eyes doesn’t change. “You’re a new student?”

You cross your arms. “Yes. Is that a crime?”

A small pause.

"You didn't answer my question. You being a new student has nothing to do with you following us."

"I did answer your question," you challenge. "I wasn't following you. You might've mistaken me for someone else."

He slightly narrows his eyes. "...I know it's you. Your clothes make you stand out."

Did he just diss you... politely?

You smile. "Well, this is a university and not a fashion show, after all. I'd rather dress comfortably."

"...Yet, it seems like you prefer spending time following people rather than studying."

You clench your fists. What is up with this guy?

“Hey, Dan Heng, you ready to go?” Gepard, a man who’s just as tall as Dan Heng with blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, walks up to him. Then, he looks at you. “Who’s this?”

Dan Heng is still looking at you when he says, "...Good question."

"I'm going to go," you say.

As you walk away, you can still feel his stare, which almost makes you bump into Pom-Pom.

"Oh, Cu—"

"Let's go," you interrupt.

You grab his wrist and continue walking out of the store. Pom-Pom looks over his shoulder and then turns back. Then, he slightly leans down.

"Why is Dan Heng staring at you?" Pom-Pom asks.

"Good question," you mutter.

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Sissy's First Date: Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. This story is a continuation of one of my first short stories, Sissy’s First Slumber Party (Link to DeviantArt), and while you don’t need to read that to understand this, it’s definitely worth checking out. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Anon

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12:55 PM. Perfect. My plan to arrive five minutes early had gone off without a hitch. And as far as I could tell, my date was nowhere in sight yet. Hehe…my date. Just thinking about the fact I was going to be going on my first date with my new girlfriend had me giddier than I’d ever been in my life. I hadn’t had much luck with women up to this point, so to land a bombshell like Becca was a dream come true. Though, I have to admit, as far as dream dates went, the floofy purple party dress with white lace trim and the pair of double-thick diapers weren’t something I had initially envisioned for myself.

It all started a few weeks ago when my twin sister, Abby, decided to host a slumber party for herself and all of her besties. Since we shared an apartment at college, I shamefully decided to stage a small viewing party for myself and set up cameras all over the house so I could catch every second of action from the comfort of my bedroom. Sadly, the only thing caught that night was me. Needless to say, the girls were far from happy with me, and I honestly can’t blame them. However, the last thing I expected was for them to turn me into their own, personal baby doll as punishment, dressing me up in the most humiliating get-up of my entire life and forcing me to do many blushy things.

And the strangest part was…I liked it. At first, I didn’t want to. In fact, I resisted my sister and her wicked friends at every turn. It wasn’t until my sister’s best friend and my deepest crush, Becca, stepped in to make the night of torturous embarrassment all worth it. Turns out, she had a thing for shortie sissy babies, and she was more than happy to prove that as we enjoyed a night of padded pleasure together. It was like having my eyes opened to a completely new and exciting world that I didn’t even know existed. At the end of the night, she bestowed me with the sissy name, Cherry, and declared that I would be her sissy cherry-boy forever, something I wasn’t about to complain about.

That being said, just because I was starting to embrace the sissy baby lifestyle that had been thrust upon me didn’t mean I was exactly keen to be seen in public in such an outfit, or anyone else besides Becca for that matter. I’d even gone as far as to sneak out of the apartment with my girly clothes tucked away in a bag so that Abby didn’t know. I was far from ready to tell her what her devious punishment had awoken in me.

Thankfully, it was a bright, sunny day outside, so Becca had paired a matching purple parasol to go with my dress; a parasol that gave me the chance to hide my face from passersby whenever the anxiety of being in public got to me. Becca really did think of everything. Eeeeeee! Just thinking about her again had me prancing in place. I quickly restrained myself, hoping to avoid attracting any unwanted attention.

“That was a cute, little dance you were doing, Cherry. Was that for me?” said a voice that sounded all too familiar. Unsurprisingly, my face turned bright red as Becca leaned forward and lifted my parasol before sticking her face under and smiling at me in such a way that my big, dumb heart instantly melted. She looked so beautiful in her floral sundress, topped with a sun hat to match and bright red lipstick that made her kissably plush lips stand out. She also had a large diaper bag noticeably tucked under one of her arms with the strap over her shoulder. Almost immediately, I felt the blood in my body center around my crotch, filling my body with stimulating sensations. If it weren’t for the double diapers shielding my shame, my hard-on would’ve been on full display. “You…you look…wow,” I said, unable to blink or turn my eyes away from Becca’s beauty. I was so horny and flustered and head over heels to have someone willing to dress up for me like this. I had no idea what else to say.

Becca, on the other hand, was more than happy to steer the conversation. “Hehe! Thank you, Cherry, though I must say you’re giving me some stiff competition,” she said, making me feel like a doll as she looked me up and down seductively, “You must be so excited. This is your first date ever, yeah? Don’t worry, I promise to show you the absolute bestest time. Let’s head in, my lovely, little lolita.”

Becca punctuated her sentence by pinching my cheek lightly before looping her arms around mine and ushering me toward the entrance to the county fair, which was two towns over from where we went to college. That fact unfortunately did not prevent my heart from fluttering with every step. Normally, a local fair like this was the last place I’d want to be. They were hot, full of screaming kids, and almost always smelled like manure. But today, with a parasol and dress to keep me cool and Becca at my side, I didn’t care if she wanted to take me to the surface of the sun. I’d buy some SPF 1,000,000 and rocket my ass into space in a heartbeat for her.

Unfortunately, while the dress was certainly breezy, the diapers were another story. I’d only been standing outside for ten minutes or so and I could feel my undercarriage starting to broil. Mercifully, the line for tickets to the fair was super short and we were inside in a matter of minutes. Wiping the sweat off my brow with my free hand, I spotted a drink stand near the entrance that was calling my name. Some ice-cold water would keep my internal temperature in check, as well as help with the heat that double diapers brought with them. “Hey, do you mind if I grab a water real quick?” I asked, gesturing toward the stand.

“Oh, we don’t need to waste money on overpriced waters. I packed you some juice for just such an…occasion,” said Becca, her words petering off as she clocked the dejected look on my face, along with the beads of sweat that accompanied it. The amount of pity contained within her stare made me feel weak in the knees. I wanted to tell her that I’d be okay but before I got the chance, she tugged me toward the drink stand, her nervous expression shifting to an opportunistic one, “Hello, sir. Two large waters, please.”

“Certainly!” said the man working the drink stand as he opened the refrigerator behind him and snatched two giant water bottles from the rack. Oh, how I wanted to dive across the counter and shove myself in that fridge. Of course, I would never do such a thing but the thought was there all the way up until the man was passing the twin bottles off to Becca in exchange for her credit card. It was embarrassing to let her pay for me like this but I was instructed before the date began not to even dream of bringing my wallet. Luckily, the transaction was painlessly over seconds after it started, “You ladies have yourselves a nice day.”

Nodding to the man without hesitation, Becca responded, “Same to you,” allowing him to continue believing I was, indeed, one of the “ladies.” Heck, with the way I was dressed, I might as well be. Other than the hint of masculinity in my facial features and my deep voice, I doubt anyone would be able to tell I was a guy so long as I stuck to Becca and kept my mouth shut.

As Becca and I departed from the drink stand, I reached over for one of the water bottles, only for Becca to pull away at the last second before I could wrap my fingers around the cap and bottleneck. “Ah, ah, ah! You’ll get this soon enough. Follow me, Cherry,” she said seductively, causing me to swoon as she lured me toward the nearest set of restrooms. To my surprise and slight horror, she beelined directly to the women’s side.

“W-Wait, are you sure it’s okay for me to go…in there?” I asked anxiously, planting both feet on the cement ground as I stopped in the middle of the bathroom doorway. I may have just contemplated how well my girlish appearance passed but that didn’t mean I was ready to put my new look to the ultimate test yet, “What if, you know, someone sees me?”

Snickering as she playfully rolled her eyes, Becca clearly didn’t share my concerns. “Cherry, you look like a cupcake topper and you’re as sweet as one too. And if anyone says otherwise, I’ll bop ‘em in the nose,” she said, shadowboxing a couple of times and forcing several giggles out of me both from her silly behavior and her gushy compliments.

Part of me was still on edge as I let Becca lead me into the girl’s room. I kept my eyes trained on the black and white tile floor, too afraid of what might happen if I looked anyone in the eye. Fortunately, there were several empty stalls open, allowing Becca to pull us into one of the larger ones with a baby changing area near the back of the bathroom. “You’re not gonna make me lay down on that thing, right?” I whispered, keeping my voice low to avoid detection as I pointed to the plastic, fold-down changing table.

“Huh? Oh, pfffft! Nah, as fun as that would be, I think my little sissy is just a little too big for that. Don’t worry, though, I have something much more fun planned,” said Becca, approaching me and, without warning, lifting the skirt of my dress high. I instinctually moved to stuff it back down, only for her to swat my hands away effortlessly, “Now, now, don’t be fussy. Unless you want me to raw up your bottom right here and now.” Her stern voice and vague threat of punishment were enough to awaken my little buddy again, which was desperately wiggling around in my diapers for more space to grow.

Closing my eyes, I was too mortified to watch as she ogled my diaper. It didn’t matter that she knew I was wearing it or that she’d even been the one to pick them out for me. It was still me standing before an unbelievably attractive woman in a diaper, something I don’t think I’d ever be used to. Moreover, I braced myself for the impact I was certain was coming.

*Crinkle!*

“Eeeep!” I squeaked involuntarily as her palm pressed the exact spot where my stiffy was. I felt light-headed as she reached up and pulled the front of my diaper open. What on Earth was she doing? She wasn’t about to pleasure me in a public bathroom. After spending a night with her at my sister’s slumber party, I wasn’t sure exactly which cards were off the table with Becca. However, the next thing I felt wasn’t a warm hand wrapping itself around my cock. She had something much frostier in mind for my diaper.

*SPLASH!*

“GASP!”

All air evacuated my lungs as Becca quickly uncapped the recently purchased water and proceeded to pour its contents into my thirsty diaper. “Nothing feels better on a hot day than an ice-cold diaper. Trust me,” she said, continuing to load my diaper with the brisk beverage until the entire bottle was emptied. By the time she yanked the bottle from my diaper, the water had overtaken both the front and back of my innermost diaper, widening my stance ever so slightly.

“There you go, all nice and wet,” said Becca, lowering the skirt of my dress and leaning forward to present me with a kiss on the cheek. I raised my hand to meet the lipstick stain she left behind, practically feeling the love in her heart radiating off of it. I wasn’t sure this day could get any better. That was until she passed the second water bottle to me before lifting her dress and showing off her own pair of pristine padding, “My turn, Cherry-baby. And you better not spill a single drop.”

I gulped hard as my eyes absorbed every inch of her lude, partially nude body. I was very wrong. This day was just going to do nothing but get infinitely better and Becca was going to make sure of it.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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The Trial of Jaune Arc

"Whagh... What happened?"

Ruby Rose lifted her head from the solid ground, finding herself in the middle of large, yet not empty room. Bustling about around her, there were dozens, if not hundreds of people shambling swiftly, murmuring in a cacophony of sounds she couldn't understand. Strangest yet, they all looked like her best friend.

Jaune Arc was her first friend at school when she arrived at Beacon, her older sister, Yang, not including. He stood taller than her, expected of someone a few years older, and had a big, goofy smile under his mop of shaggy, blond hair. He was... different from all the other students. Where everyone else was so sure of themselves and their abilities, Jaune seemed less sure. Like he expected himself to fail, for some reason.

Thinking on this self-doubt he held, she remembered the events prior that led to her occupation in this room. Last week, he tried once more to ask her bestie, Weiss Schnee, out on a date. Except it was different this time. This time, Jaune didn't even try, or try to try. It was like he took one step forward, then turned around and left without breathing a word to her. In fact, Weiss didn't even notice until Ruby told her.

Jaune was going through something, and Ruby wanted to help. But she wasn't exactly an expert on how to fix things like self-esteem or social awkwardness, so she turned to the one thing that held all the answers for her: online research articles. One link led to another and she found herself ordering this weird door from an even weirder website, talking about "repairing broken minds". When she went to show Jaune and maybe put her money to good use, she tripped and the door stuck to his head and she found herself falling into him! Into his mind!

That's when things started coming together for her. Specifically how she ended up in this strange, unknown building that shined white all around. She looked down to the shiny, mirror-like floor, finding her reflection staring back. She smiled, then frowned, and then was shoved off the floor and into a room. She tried to fight her way through the incoming tides of Jaunes...

"E-Excuse me!"

"Pardon me!"

"I need to-"

"Agh! Stop shoving!"

...only for it to end in vain.

The room Ruby was steamrolled into was just as white and shiny as the one prior. She stood up and noticed that there were Jaunes everywhere. Jaunes were seated in wooden benches both behind and away in front of the little wooden fence. In one corner, one Jaune was dressed in heavy-looking, white armor. In the other, a Jaune wearing glasses sat in a chair, in front of a very big, complicated... thing with a lot of buttons.

"All rise for the honorable Jaune Arc."

The Jaunes stood at the order. Ruby whirled around in confusion. She heard the doors open behind her and three people entered, all of them Jaune. The first was a very fancy-looking Jaune, with slick-back hair and tiny glasses at the end of his nose. The second was the exact opposite kind of Jaune and was hunched over from carrying a suitcase full of papers that were spilling out. The final Jaune was the most haggard of them all, wearing a black-and-white striped outfit and manacles around both his feet and his wrists with a long chain connecting them together.

"Be seated." Ruby turned to see another Jaune, this one much bigger and honestly the weirdest looking one so far. Instead of his signature blond hair, he had a wig of curly, white hair and wore a long, black robe. Ruby hopped into an open seat behind the defense table.

"Is the prosecution ready?" The Jaune with slick hair nodded, not needing to say a word. "And is the defense-"

Before he could finish, the nervous Jaune screamed so loud that his head popped. Ruby blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn't dreaming that. And just for good measure, she reached down to pinch her arm.

"Mr. Arc!" Ruby looked up to find all eyes on her. "Is. The defense. Ready?"

Giving a gulp, Ruby nodded. "Y-Yes, your honor."

"Then I call this courtroom to order." Judge Jaune banged his rubber hammer on the desk thing. "Jaune Arc, you stand accused of three very heinous crimes in the eyes of Remnant. Do you understand these charges?"

"I do." Jaune answered next to Ruby.

"Uh, I... I don't."

"A Jaune doesn't know what he's doing?" The cool-guy Jaune gave a chuckle. "Must be a day that ends in Y."

Everyone laughed at the joke. And yes, everyone that was a Jaune laughed. The judge, the jury, the guard guy, the buttons guy, and even the Jaune next to Ruby laughed. It really unnerved her, but she gave a chuckle, an uncomfortable one, but a chuckle regardless.

"Jaune Arc, you stand accused of the following crimes; embarrassing your ancestors, wasting everyone's time, and being a failure. Now that you have been explained and understand these charges, how do you plead?"

"I plead guilty, your honor." Jaune said next to her.

"NO!" Ruby shouted, echoing loudly across the spacious room. Everyone stared at her, even the one next to her. However, while everyone else's eyes were filled with anger, shock, and disgust, his were more... confused? Like he'd heard something he'd never heard before and was trying to figure out what it was that was said.

"What... did you just say?"

"I..." Ruby gulped, then slapped her hands against the table as she stood up. "I cannot accept these charges. Jaune didn't do anything like that!"

"And do you intend to prove that?" Judge Jaune asked.

"Yes, your honor!"

"With evidence?"

"Yes!" Evidence was stuff to prove things, right? Ruby started wishing she'd paid more attention to those courtroom dramas her dad would put on.

"Very well." Judge Jaune nodded and straightened himself. "This court will adjourn itself until the defense has provided the necessary evidence to prove beyond all reasonable doubt that Jaune Arc is innocent of the charges accused against him." His hammer squeaked. "Court is adjourned."

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gatitties · 6 months

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Cooking time

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you using a kitchen with a survivor and a killer, what could go wrong?

─Warnings: slight mention of blood and dead animal bodies

ty to Gay4kitty on ao3 for the idea <333

11 < 12 > 13

Today was a strange day, you woke up dazed and confused, more than usual, it took you at least half an hour to clear the mental haze, half an hour of staring at a fixed point while practically drooling like a living dead body. That was it, it was one of those strange days in which for one reason or another everything made you more sensitive, more aware and above all further away from your mischievous personality.

Only on these days would you crave the strangest and most unusual things, when you were in your world one time you got the impulse to clean the house (you ended up accidentally creating mustard gas), other days you would spend the day lying there staring at the ceiling, or without eating, or not stopping eating, you also found yourself doing weird 5-minute-crafts and endless stupid things or temporary cravings.

Today was one of those cravings, scrolling through your phone you kept getting ads and cooking videos, and it was your craving of the day, making cookies, it would be something simple, right? It's not like you're making a cake, you can't go wrong with chocolate chip cookies.

"It seems like someone is quieter than usual, is something wrong? Did the entity cut your tongue?"

As much as you would have liked to answer that yes, your tongue had been cut out and that you would be mute for the rest of your days, you only shrugged your shoulders in response to Bill, the old man looked at you as if you had grown another head, he expelled some smoke from his cigarette and stood up from the log on which he was leaning.

"Seriously, is something wrong? You don't look like yourself."

"Yeah… I only have one goal today, I'm looking for something."

"Oh, is this something very special to you? I can help?"

You looked up from the phone like a puppy, you had found the recipe you were looking for and old Bill offered you help, although it wasn't what he expected, he couldn't refuse when he saw how your face lit up, it wasn't every day he had that vision of you, when most of your time you spent causing chaos from one place to another.

Unfortunately at the camp there was obviously nothing that could help you, no oven, no chocolate chips and some other ingredients you needed, so you had to give up some of your blood points so the damn entity would let you have your whim.

This is how you ended up in The Huntress's cabin, oddly enough it seemed to be the only one with her own kitchen and as organized as possible, just ignore the dried blood stains and gutted animal carcasses and it would be a pretty normal kitchen.

Of course you weren't going to be on her property without supervision, while you concentratedly read all the instructions you ignored a staring fight between Bill and Anna who was sharpening her ax slowly looking at the man, despite the fact that most murderers had become accustomed to having a teenager doing stupid things in their part of the forest is not the same with other survivors.

"So now we mix the butter with the flour…"

The two adults were just supervising what you were doing, Bill wasn't much of a man in the kitchen and The Huntress didn't want to break your longest streak of concentration yet, so you were doing all the work, but you didn't care. You sneezed at the least opportune moment causing part of the dough you were creating to come out of the mixing bowl, half of your face covered in flour, you turned your head slowly like in a horror movie when you heard the old man's throaty laugh and the women.

"It's not so funny, I ruined my outfit!"

"Isn't that pajamas…?"

You looked at Anna as if she had said the biggest insult anyone could have said to you in your entire short life, slapping your clothes and face clean.

"It's my favorite pajamas."

You narrowed your eyes as you saw how they both continued laughing at your misfortunes, the most sensible thing would be to start a food fight, in this case, flour, but you were beginning to come out of your calm state and your stupidest side began to bloom again, so no, you didn't start a flour war.

"Utensil war!"

Spoons, forks, plates, glasses, knives, pots and even the occasional ax on Anna's part flew from one side to the other while the beautiful intention of having some bonding time became chaotic up to this point, luckily nothing could hurt you inside the camps, otherwise you would already have a fork embedded in your hand and Bill a knife in his forehead. In a marksmanship fight Anna would definitely win.

How you managed to finish the dough while all this fighting was happening was beyond your mind, but you did it in record time, apparently having divided attention makes you more agile in something, but that was not the problem. After a battle where you almost destroyed The Huntress's house, after minimally cleaning up all the mess, hearing some complaints from Bill about his back pain and grunts from Anna at seeing the disorder, were you able to relax for a minute, yes, just one, the tranquility had to be broken.

"Were you making normal or lava cookies?"

"What?" You almost broke your neck because of how quickly you raised your head from your cell phone when you heard the old man, when you looked at the oven you could see how some black smoke was coming out of it "Damn! Why haven't you notified me?"

Bill shrugged, saying that he thought you were attentive while Anna declared that she liked them crispy, although crispy is one thing and charred is another. She helped you take them out, luckily not all of them seemed in bad condition, only the ones that were deepest in the oven were burned.

"Hey Bill, do you want to try a cookie as black as your lungs? Maybe it tastes good."

"There's no way I'm getting another cancer… how come you say so much lately, do you double up on the next one? multiply and give it away?"

"Do you mean duplicate it and give it to the next person?"

"Yes, that… I don't like sweet things very much."

You nodded, watching as Anna already seemed to be doing the tasting, you didn't know if the result was good or bad because this woman didn't seem to have any facial expression other than skepticism and disapproval.

"They are… okay?"

You took it as a positive review, ending kitchen time and your daily and impulsive craving, you had learned to do something else today, to dodge knives but above all, something that no one else should know… you had created a deadly weapon.

"I'm so tired, I think I'll sleep well today if Freddy doesn't want to play petanque in my dreams."

You throw yourself onto your bed, being greeted by your chubby hamster who looked at you as if waiting for you to tell him about your day, so you did, Cartman seemed to listen to everything intently while his big empty eyes gathered the information.

"Don't tell anyone, but this," you got up to pick up a box, inside it were the cookies that came out defective "this is a deadly weapon my friend, just look at this."

You grabbed one, throwing it with all your strength, your intention was not to hit the window of your cabin, but it ended up being like that, so strong and hard that the cookie broke the glass and not only that.

"Who the hell is throwing charcoal!? If I could have been hurt it would have split my head open!"

You didn't make out the voice of the person you had accidentally hit, but your gaze was lost in the now broken glass, once you came out of your daze, you closed the box of burnt cookies, lying back on the bed.

"You see… a very dangerous weapon."

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clumsy-jiminie · 2 months

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ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ | ᴘᴊᴍ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

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↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 4.7k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, angst without resolve, smut - marking, unprotected sex, creampie

↣ notes :: pretty pretty please don't let anyone treat you like this 🥺 small argument or not, there are healthy ways to communicate this type of insecurity 🫶🏽

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"I can see that look in your eyes, the one that shoots me every time you grace me with your cold shoulder."

- ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴇ -

Kiara stuffed her hands in her oversized hoodie pocket as her feet led her through the hustle and bustle of the city streets. The weather was getting more tolerable as they approached a new month in the year. But then again, you could have a full snowstorm in New York in the spring. She kept her outfit light today, as light as she could go without freezing: A hoodie, a pair of leggings, and a spring jacket. The sneakers on her feet were old—dirt and stains in the crevices while the laces started wearing out. Kehlani blasted through her headphones as she weaved through people. She missed the city dearly. There was something about the feeling here that was addictive. Everyone had somewhere to be—whether it was to a job that they hated or a job that they loved, to see a family member, to sell a hat, to shop until they created a debt, or to see something incredible. Everyone had a story, no matter how big or small.

Kiara's story led her to a quaint coffee shop. Tiny and modern, it is a perfect puzzle piece in the large-scale picture of Manhattan—the smell of dark beans roasting mixed with the semi-sweet scents of freshly baked pastries. Exposed brick and pipes gave the place an industrial feel, partnered with the greenery hanging from the walls. Furniture with dark wood and black metal legs contrasted with the grey concrete flooring.

Despite it now being a crowded place where teens and adults alike could get their daily fix of the dark liquid, she knew this place from its humble beginnings. Mr. Choi brewed a mean cup of Joe, and she would sip it during the early morning rush before class in college. She and her best friends practically lived in this shop during school. They were always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Mr. Choi almost adopted them, considering how often they were there. Jeongguk even got a job here at some point, figuring if he was going to spend all his time here, he might as well get paid for it.

They still gather here occasionally, especially on days like today. When Kiara arrived at the door, she pushed it open. A crowd greeted her upon entering. Most had drinks in their hands already but were struggling to find a seat in this small coffee shop. Kiara squeezed through the people until she arrived at her usual table. A seat by the window had her name engraved on it, and she slid into it with ease. She finally pulled off her headphones, greeting the midnight-haired girl across from her.

Samira glanced up from her tablet, her lips forming a wide smile as she chewed her gum. "Sup Ki."

"Not much. You doing wedding work?" She asked as she watched Samira write on the device while looking at information on her phone.

She nodded. "I gotta get these bouquet choices to Momo later today. I also gotta show her these swatches of blue." She tapped on her tablet several times before lifting it to show the woman.

Kiara stared at the four squares on the screen. Each blue was the same hue, but the tints, shades, and undertones varied. Her lips pursed as she examined the options. "I, personally, like the first one," she said as she leaned back. "It's soft and kinda reminds me of winter. Like how the sky looks on a clear day."

Samira turned the device back to her, staring at the color while she nodded. "See, this is why it's always great to have an artist as a friend." Kiara rolled her eyes while Samira chuckled. "Speaking of, anything happening with that? Are you close to buying that house like the sugar mama you are?"

Kiara's jaw dropped before she lifted her leg to kick the girl under the table. Samira laughed loudly. "I'm not a sugar mama!"

"Is he helping you pay?"

"…No."

"Then you're a sugar mama." Samira was always so blunt, and that's why Kiara loved her. It wasn't always jokes, but she would always call the girl out when she was being dramatic or wrong.

"Anyway!" Kiara exclaimed. "I had a client dinner last night."

”Ooh, tea time." Samira locked her table and phone, giving the other her full attention. "Was he hot? Was he single? You had a little fun last night?" She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows. She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table while holding her face in her hands.

Kiara's face suddenly grew hot, and she reached up to involuntarily cover her neck with her hand. She had forgotten about the hickey Taehyung had left on her for a split second, hoping the hoodie would've covered it for her. "No!" She said quickly, hoping Samira didn't notice the red staining her cheeks. But she did, causing a smirk on her friend's lips. "He was that same asshat from the gallery."

"Oh." Her smirk quickly faded. She scrunched up her nose with disgust as her shoulders dropped.

"And turns out he wasn't just having a bad day. He was actually just a dick. He called me a coward, then selfish! All because I would rather separate my painter life from my regular life." Kiara pouted at the end of her sentence, leaning back into her chair. It was still a fresh wound, making her rethink every choice she had made thus far.

Samira scoffed. "He obviously doesn't know you. In fact, if you ever see him on the streets, let me know. I'll beat his ass."

Kiara's eyes widened as she quietly chuckled. "What is with you and Kookie being so violent?"

"Don't act like you're not the same. Just because you're in a little relationship that has you acting all prim and proper doesn't mean I don't know the real Kiara and how she used to beat ass because someone looked at me funny."

Kiara rolled her eyes. "I was younger back then and clearly had uncontrolled anger."

"Yeah, sure," Samira smiled while shaking her head. "Speaking of JK, when is he going up?"

Kiara shrugged as she grabbed her phone, looking at the time. "You know he never gives a time for these things." Suddenly, the coffee shop roared with cheers, grabbing the girl's attention. They looked towards a small stage along the shop's farthest wall. "Speak of the devil," she smirked as the tall man approached the stage. He wore a black T-shirt with a pair of dark denim jeans. There was a silver chain that hung from his belt loops. Sitting down at the piano on the stage, he tugged a stray strand of his midnight hair behind his ear. A microphone was attached to the instrument, angled perfectly so the person could speak.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen," his smooth voice entered the mic and echoed through the establishment. Samira and Kiara locked eyes before covering their mouths to hide the giggles that quietly escaped. "This song is called 17, and I hope you enjoy it."

His fingers began to press on the white and black keys, combining the notes until they formed a beautiful melody.

"I would need a million words if I tried to define all the things you mean to me…."

His voice was like laying on a cloud — soft and fluffy, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Everyone in the store was mesmerized; even those who came in solely for a beverage stopped to listen for a few moments. They always left with a broad smile after. Jeongguk's voice has affected people ever since he was little. Kiara couldn't help but smile as she watched her best friend do what he loved. He shut his eyes as he sang, tuning out everything around him until nothing was left but notes. Kiara felt like a mother watching her child's first performance.

She knew everyone in that room fell in love based on their reaction when Jeongguk sang his last note. It was overwhelmingly positive. The audience overfilled the tip jar near the bottom of the stage with bills and coins. Jeongguk stood up with a smile so wide on his lips that his eyes crinkled, smiling along with him. He bowed as the crowd cheered for him, leaning down to grab the tip jar before walking off the stage. Women who were bold enough stopped and flirted with him as he passed through the crowd. All Jeongguk did was laugh it off and politely turn them down, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. He reached his usual table, dropping the jar onto the table with an obnoxious thud. He made the same sound as he dropped down in the seat next to Kiara, letting out a dramatic sigh.

The girls exchanged a look before watching as his eyes closed, breathing heavily. "God, it's so hard being wanted." The two burst into laughter as he grinned, opening his eyes to look at them. "So? What did you guys think?"

"Not my favorite song," Samira said with a smirk.

"It's a good thing I don't value your opinion," Jeongguk quipped before sticking his tongue out, causing her to mirror his reaction. After a moment, he turned his head to Kiara, waiting for her answer.

"You know I loved it Kookie." She smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat as heat rushed to his ears. She chuckled as she poked at his reddening skin with her finger, making his body scrunch up like a snail recoiling into their shell. "How long did it take to write this one?"

"Only a few weeks this time," he answered with a smile. His silver lip rings glimmered as he spoke.

Kiara's smile was still etched on her lips, leaning over to the man. The scent of fresh laundry with the faintest hint of cologne entered her nostrils as she cupped his jaw in her hand. She squeezed Jeongguk's cheeks until his pink lips puffed out, shaking his head from side to side a little. "Look at him, Sammie! Our little bunny boy is growing up so fast!" Jeongguk chuckled, trying to pull her hand away, but her grip was tight.

Samira grinned, reaching her hand out to join in the fun of playing with Jeongguk's face. Her hand replaced Kiara's as she pouted out her lips. "I know! We did such a good job raising our little bunny boy." She teased in a baby voice.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, pulling Samira's hand away from his face. "You know we're the same age, right?!"

The two girls glanced at each other before looking at the man. "And?" Kiara asked.

"Your point?" Samira added.

Jeongguk stared at them, shaking his head as he smiled. "You guys kill me." He reached into his tip jar, pulling out various bill amounts. "Y'all what something? It's on me."

The girls enthusiastically agreed before Jeongguk handed Kiara some money. She got their orders before standing up and walking towards the counter. She squeezed through the shoulders of random customers. Most waited for their drink orders, while others stayed for the atmosphere. Kiara hated crowded places like this. People had no respect for personal space or sense of how much space they took up. And because it's an establishment, she couldn't necessarily mow through people like she could on the streets. The crowd was less tight when she finally got closer to the counter. She sighed deeply, taking a single step before someone bumped right into her. She quickly felt something warm spreading from her chest to her abdomen, glancing down to see coffee all over her cream hoodie.

”What the fuck?!" She shrieked without taking a second to remember where she was. She reached for the napkins on the counter, frantically patting at her chest and torso.

"Oh my god, I'm so—" His eyes then met with the familiar golden skin Kiara possessed. He couldn't help the playful smirk that formed on his lips. "Well, doesn't karma have a funny way of working?" Jimin said, his words laced with smugness.

Kiara glared up at the blonde, huffing as she accepted defeat. Her hoodie was forever stained. "Eat ass, Park." His eyelids lowered at the girl. Why did his last name sound so unique, leaving her mouth wrapped in that annoyed tone? Maybe it was how she formed the noun—the light reflecting off lovely glossed lips as they parted to allow the syllable to roll off her tongue. It was intoxicating to watch. "You owe me a new shirt!"

His brows drew together as he tilted his head to the side. "Oh? If that's the case, I should send you my dry cleaning bill from last night."

"Fuck you, that was water!" She snapped at him. "And this is coffee! I'm never gonna get this out!"

His face remained unchanged despite receiving daggers from the girl. The most he did was shrug, causing her jaw to drop. "It wasn't that cute of a hoodie."

"What do you know about cute hoodies?!" She sounded a bit like a child, making the man chuckle softly.

"Enough to know yours isn't."

Kiara's eye twitched before she covered her face with her hands. She dragged them down her face, pulling gently at the skin as it relieved some of the building stress. She wanted to punch him in his nose. Or his mouth. Or anywhere on his body, in that case. He was such an asshole. The least he could've said was sorry. Maybe even offer to buy her a new hoodie. But no, even in moments where he was wrong, he still was an asshole through and through. "You are such a—"

"Woah, what the fuck happened?" She recognized Jeongguk's voice almost instantly. He stood beside her, staring at the massive stain on her shirt. Jimin eyed the new man, practically sizing him up despite the man being taller.

She inhaled deeply before sighing. "Nothing, nothing," she said as she shook her head. She wrapped her fingers around the man's tattooed bicep as she looked up at him. Eyes so big and round. Love, the blonde thought as he watched their interaction intently. How come she never looked at Jimin like that? But why did he want her to look at him like that? "Do you have a spare hoodie?"

The man looked down at her with the softest eyes, like she was the only person in the world to him. Jimin's brows furrowed again as he watched the warm smile form on Jeongguk's lips. "Yeah, of course."

She didn't need to say thank you; her eyes said more than enough. She then glanced towards Jimin, and for the second time, he witnessed that fondness instantly dissipating. Kiara's amber eyes were set ablaze once again. "Fuck you," she spat before Jeongguk led her away. They disappeared behind some door with a sign that read employees only. Jimin felt the same heavy feeling from before, sitting uncomfortably in his stomach. He didn't know why he wanted her to look at him with fondness so severely. She was annoying, a coward, a complete headache, and nowhere near his type. He chewed on his lower lip for a moment before rejoining the line.

"He's such a fucking jerk!" Kiara groaned as she followed behind Jeongguk to the break room area. "Who the fuck spills coffee on someone and doesn't even apologize?!"

He stopped in front of his locker and opened it, grabbing one of the two hoodies that were inside. When working at a cafe with clumsy newbies, spare clothing is more of a necessity than a suggestion. "Who the fuck was he?" He asked as he tossed her the hoodie, and she caught it.

"The same dickhead from last night," she grumbled. She pulled her hoodie over her head, leaving her standing in just a red bra with an intricate white lace pattern. Jeongguk's eyes widened briefly before quickly looking up at the ceiling. Heat flooded his ears and over his face, as he tried to forget the image he just saw. "Like, first of all, what are the odds?" Kiara continued to rant casually as if she wasn't half naked. She pulled Jeongguk's black clothing over her head, slipping into the three times too big fabric. "Second of all, he's lucky I didn't fucking deck him."

Jeongguk's eyes finally returned to the girl once she was clothed again. "Wait, what? The guy from last night?"

Kiara nodded as she picked up her dirty hoodie. When she looked towards Jeongguk, he was suddenly gone. Her eyes grew wide as she ran after him. "Kookie!" She yelled as he walked through the door. She returned to the central part of the cafe, seeing Jeongguk glance around with his brows furrowed. She grabbed him, but that didn't stop him from scanning the room. "You're on the clock!" She whispered.

All Jeongguk did was suck his teeth. "Man's lucky I like my job," he continued to look regardless, "and I can't find him."

Kiara rolled her eyes before patting his chest, "You need therapy."

"You need therapy," Jeongguk taunted quietly as Kiara joined the line again.

Kiara said goodbye to Jeongguk, watching him pull off on his motorcycle before walking inside her house. She sighed heavily upon entering, her energy drained from today's activities. After the coffee shop debacle, the three decided to hang out at Samira's house like old times. Little did Jeongguk and Kiara know that agreeing to hang out meant helping her with wedding planning. The woman was so passionate and dedicated to her job that it was something to admire, but only from afar. Her apartment was a wreck, littered with pictures and business cards. Kiara knew Samira's seriousness about her job, but since agreeing to be Momo's wedding planner, she has gone off her rocker. She ate, slept, breathed wedding details, and dragged the other two into it.

As she kicked off her sneakers, she could hear jazz music blasting from the kitchen. "Babe?" She called out as her feet led her amongst the familiar path.

Soon, Taehyung popped his head into the kitchen archway, causing a smile on Kiara's lips. "Darling! When did you get home? I'm just about done with dinner." His boxy grin made her heart skip a beat. She soon joined him in the kitchen while he resumed cooking. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she pressed her face into his back. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent mixed with fresh laundry. Taehyung chuckled softly, "Long day?" Kiara nodded, moving along with him as he acted like she wasn't currently attached to him. "Wanna talk about it over dinner?" She nodded again, releasing him once he picked up the plates.

They sat at their small dining room table, peacefully munching their food. Kiara looked up at Taehyung, who focused on his plate. That same warmth swamped her system. She felt so happy with him. She loved this small house they called home. She loved coming home after a long day to see his smiling face. She loved how comfortable she was with him. She glanced down at her left hand, eying her bare ring finger. If only this were enough for him.

"So?" Taehyung started with a mouth full of food. She filled him in on the events of last night and how they bled into today. Taehyung's features remained blank until the end, where he raised his eyebrows and shrugged a little. "I honestly wouldn't put that past him. He's a little snobby."

"There's a difference between being a little snobby and a complete dick. Like, do you think I'm selfish?" She asked as she placed her fork down.

He shrugged again. "You have your moments, but I don't think it's like what he's saying."

"Exactly! Everyone is a little selfish; it's just human. But he's making it seem like I wanna keep everything to myself on purpose." She folded her arms over her chest as she leaned into her chair.

Taehyung glanced at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Is that a new hoodie?" He stared at the dark fabric covering her body with a red skull and crossbones decal in the center.

"No, it's JK's. He gave it to me after Jimin practically dumped his coffee on me."

"JK's?" He repeated to himself, almost scoffing as he nodded his head.

Kiara watched his reaction closely—how his body suddenly tense up and the corner of his lips pushed downward. She rolled her eyes before shutting them as she leaned her head back into the chair. "Don't start."

"Don't start what?" He chuckled, absent of any joy. "I just find it funny that you come home in his hoodie. He drop you off too?"

"Yes, he did. And it's just a hoodie, Tae. I didn't want to walk around with a huge coffee stain on me, especially in public."

"Samira didn't have anything?"

"No?" She snapped a little, raising her head and opening her eyes to look at him. Taehyung's eyes narrowed at her. "Why would Samira carry around extra clothing?"

"But he did? Or did he peel his own shirt off to give to you?" He laughed, running his hands through his slightly curled locks. "Shit like this always seems to conveniently happen to you. You come home with a piece of JK on you; whether it's his clothing or his smell, you were wearing his boxer briefs once!"

"Oh my god," Kiara mumbled while pressing her fingers to her temple.

"What was that?" Taehyung suddenly raised his voice. Her eyes met his, and just as she opened her mouth to respond, he lifted his hand. He used the gesture to silence her, and it did just that. The words died on her tongue, abandoned sounds running around in her head. "You know, this is getting ridiculous. If I had a girl best friend doing all of this with me, you would've flipped your shit a long time ago."

"Taehyung," she tried her hardest to remain calm. It would've been over if she raised her voice or said something with a hint of sarcasm. "I have been friends with this man for years now. There is absolutely nothing between us."

He scoffed loudly, "That's a likely story." He stood up from the table and walked over to the living room. Kiara sighed as she got up, following after him. She noticed he grabbed his leather jacket and a white baseball cap. He put the hat on to hide his midnight hair.

"Where are you going?" She asked, but there was no response. She rolled her eyes. "Taehyung," she reached out to grab his hand, but he quickly pulled away. He glared at her over his shoulder, making her step back.

She hated it when he looked at her like that. Like she was something vile, it made every insecurity she had crawl out of the depths of her brain and take center stage. Taehyung slid on some shoes, grabbed his keys, and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. Her body jumped at the noise, tears stinging her eyes as she watched him pull out of the driveway from her window.

"Fuck," she sighed softly, turning to the table to grab her phone. She frantically clicked on Taehyung's contact, which was sent to voicemail each time. The tears filled to the brim before rolling down her cheeks silently. She used the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away the waterworks, the hoodie that caused this whole mess. She never understood why he got like this and flipped a switch with ease. It was always over the tiniest things, too. She sat on the couch, chewing on her nails as she repeatedly called the man.

Taehyung was gone for hours, and by the time he returned home, he found Kiara passed out on the couch. She had replaced Jeongguk's black hoodie with one of Taehyung's grey ones instead. He carefully removed his jacket and shoes before walking to the sleeping girl and sitting in front of her. He gently wiped away her smudged mascara, causing her to scrunch her nose as she started to awake. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and then her cheek. He gently persuaded her to wake up, her tired eyes finally fluttering open to meet his. There weren't any words exchanged between the two before he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was timid and soft. She followed his lead until she couldn't help but yearn for more of him.

The kiss guided Taehyung onto his knees, then to the couch with Kiara, where he found a place between her legs. Her hands ran up his arms, feeling his muscles subtly flexed underneath her touch. Within time, the kiss between the two grew heavier, his tongue gently appearing by grazing past her lip. She parted them just enough to let him in, their tongues gliding past each other as he pressed his hips into hers. Her hand traveled up to his head, where she swiftly pulled the cap off and tossed it to the ground. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, causing a soft moan to escape from his lips to hers.

He broke the kiss as his hand caressed her thigh. His lips found her neck, placing various kisses against her skin until her chest arched into his. And that's where he stayed, adding another bruise to her golden skin where the first one had barely healed. She moaned out for him, pressing her hips into his as she silently begged for more. He stuck his hand between their bodies, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her underwear. His middle finger found her clitoris with ease, gently circling it with the pad of his finger. Kiara tensed from his touch and then released. A chorus of moans parted from her throat as she tried to match the circling of her hips to his finger.

After being satisfied with the bruise on her neck, he crashed his lips into hers again. Her hips bucked against his finger, making his cock throb in his sweatpants. He couldn't wait much longer, breaking the kiss once again. He pulled his hand out of her panties before swiftly sliding them down her legs. He didn't bother with taking his pants off, only pulling them down enough for his member to spring free. He aligned himself with her entrance, sliding his tip in between her lips to lube himself up before pushing forward. She sucked in through her teeth, her brows furrowing as she tried to get accommodated to his length. It stung a little, but Taehyung continued, slowly pulling his hips back and then forward again. As soon as Kiara's face relaxed, he increased his pace.

Her eyes shut as she moaned out for him, gripping his arm tightly as he stretched out her walls. He worked her into the couch, skin slapping together as he fell into a rhythm. He leaned forward, resting his temple against hers as he panted and groaned into her ear. She whined, her hands traveling to his back where nails dug into his skin through the fabric. The power of his hips increased, his tip pressing into her cervix until he suddenly bottomed out and stopped. She could feel him throbbing before he pulled out of her. There was a cool breeze on her lower region as he got up, pulling his pants back onto his waist. He sat down beside her, panting as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. She felt uncomfortably wet, scared to move in fear of pushing Taehyung's seed out and onto the fabric of the couch.

"I'm going to bed," he said before getting up. He walked towards the bedroom before disappearing from her line of sight.

Kiara's eyes were wide with shock, and she scoffed quietly as she carefully pushed herself off the couch. She grabbed her underwear off the floor and shuffled to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up. She couldn't understand how, even after that, he could still be cold to her. What was the point if he was still upset? After her shower, she walked into the room and crawled into the space next to him, feeling more alone than before.

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Pairing: Joshua x reader Genre: fluff WC: 2.5k A/N: happy joshie day nat @syuperseventeen ! i hope this fic is enough to fuel ur delusions for the next while <3

He calls you his favourite person, yet you have no idea he's hosting a party until you get the invite in the mail. Joshua Hong confuses the hell out of you and perhaps now is the time to finally figure him out.

Joshua Hong is someone you can never figure out.

On paper, he's perfect. He attends church every Sunday and goes as far as to volunteer at all the events, sometimes even at charities outside of it. At school he's popular and well-liked by everyone around him—a teacher's pet, a straight A student, involved with all the extra-curriculars under the sun. Your parents love to use him as the standard every time you do something less than perfect in their eyes.

Well, that's because they don't know what he's really like.

To you, Joshua Hong is someone who calls you his favourite person in the world as he gives you his best smile. He likes to confide in you with all the latest gossip, and then listens attentively whenever you vent to him about your day and takes the time to remember everything you say. That includes knowing your favourite fast-food order and how you got the tiny scar on your elbow when you were five.

But the same Joshua Hong is the one who never replies to your texts except once in a blue moon, doesn't make eye contact with you on campus, and often pulls silly pranks on you and laughs when you fall for them. And while talking to him may leave you feeling cared for and appreciated, you often end up realizing he's told you nothing about himself. Like this party he's hosting next week—you'd think that the two of you are close enough for him to tell you about it, but he still hasn't said anything.

It's like he only pops into your life whenever he feels like it, and usually that means at the strangest times of day.

Hence why you're sitting across from him in the local McDonald's at 3am.

"Did I wake you? You look too awake to have been asleep when I called."

"Yeah, you did. How rude, Joshua Hong." You shoot him a glare for emphasis even though he's right: you weren't asleep when he called. Perhaps you'd been staying up in the hopes that you'd be hearing from him, but that's something he doesn't need to know. You also leave out the part where you had to sneak out of your window which wasn't easy at all; it had to be done if you wanted to do anything fun while back at your childhood home for the winter break. "Also, my parents are going to kill me."

Joshua actually smiles. "Don't worry, they won't find out. Besides, they say I'm a good influence, so you'll be fine if you just tell them you were with me."

It may be the first time the two of you have done this, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. The week before finals, he'd thrown pebbles at your dorm window to get your attention, and you both proceeded to make snow angels all over the campus fields. To destress, he'd said. And the time before that, he turned your shopping trip into the most ridiculous costume contest by picking out outfits for each other to try on. He still insists he would've won if the two of you hadn't been forcibly removed from the store.

"Good influence my ass," you mutter under your breath. "So why are we here this time?"

"I skipped dinner and got hungry," he says with such a straight face that if it were anyone else, they would've believed him. But you're all too familiar with his humour and strange antics by now.

"You really will say anything and everything, huh?"

"Yes," Josh admits with a laugh, "but that's why you love me."

At times like this, you feel like there is more to your friendship than just what is on the surface. When the two of you are at this empty McDonald's and he looks at you like you're the only one in the world, or when he goes out of his way to pick you up at 3am and comes prepared with an extra jacket because he knew you'd be cold. Somehow each moment with him feels special, like an inside joke or a small secret that only the two of you know.

And even though you don't see him all that much, somehow these are the little things that make him feel like he's your close friend. No, your best friend. Or maybe simply... yours.

You throw a fry at his face and manage an 'I hate you' in an attempt to cover up how his words have caused your pulse to speed up. Do you love him? Probably, if the heat at your cheeks is any indication. That's something you're still trying to figure out, but deep down you suspect you've always known the answer to that and being with him only seems to prove it.

It irks you to hear it said out loud so casually though. You hate how he seems so unaffected when it throws it out there and how you can never tell what he truly means. You can never tell what any of this means. What does it mean to be sharing a pack of nuggets under the ugly florescent lights of McDonald's at this ungodly hour?

But then he says something funny, and those thoughts are left forgotten.

An hour later, he's pulling up to your driveway. The streets are still as dark as when you'd left, the roads still silent. By then the exhaustion has started to set in, and you only have half the mind to figure out how to sneak back in through your window.

Joshua turns off the engine and silence fills the space where the low rumble was before. You reach for the door handle and are about to say your goodbyes before leaving, but the continuing silence has you hesitating. This is somewhat unusual—normally when he drops you off, he leaves the engine running as he waits for you to get back to your house, but now, the stillness makes it seem like he doesn't want you to go just yet.

Your guess is confirmed a moment later when Joshua turns to you, and you can feel your stomach twisting with uncertainty.

"So, are you coming to the party?" he asks softly.

Right, the party. How could you forget when the invitation is still sitting on your desk, untouched? It should probably be something nice to receive, though the sight of it only reminds you of how little you really know about Josh. You're close enough to be here with him in the middle of the night and yet you had to find out about the party through an invitation, instead of from his own mouth.

"Do you want me to be there?" You try to mask the hint of venom lacing your voice. It still leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

If he hears it, he doesn't seem to react to it. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe because I didn't even know you were planning to throw a party since you haven't exactly mentioned it to me. Ever. I only found out through that invitation."

"Ah." He looks away and is still for so long that you don't think he's going to answer at all. "Jeonghan sent it."

"So are you only telling me about it now because you found out that Jeonghan sent the invite? Did you want to invite me at all?"

If you were expecting an excuse, an apology or explanation of some sort, you don't get one. Josh glances at you and there's an unreadable expression on his face before he shakes his head. "You're right. I didn't want to invite you."

Oh.

It's a direct punch to your gut. His answer echoes your mind, blocking out everything else beyond this moment and the way your heart is being crushed under the weight of his words. Is this it? Has he gotten sick of you? Or worse—has he somehow discovered that your stares linger a bit too long and your texts are a bit too frequent to hide any of your true feelings?

"W-what?"

He nods. "It's only because it's not a great place to be. Don't ruin your holidays there, Y/N. I'd much rather do something else with you that day."

"You want to... hang out with me that day?" you repeat automatically, frozen like a deer in headlights. None of what he's saying makes any sense—he didn't want to invite you to his party and didn't want to tell you about it either, but he still wants to hang out with you?

You've already been having trouble discerning his intentions and have been trying to convince yourself that it's okay. That what the two of you have is enough and you don't particularly need to know where you stand with him. But having this whole party thing blow up in your face is feeling a lot like the last straw for you. Regardless of your feelings for him, the pushing and pulling, the distance, it's become all too confusing.

Joshua must notice the look on your face for he continues. "Like, maybe we could do something more normal for a change? I know you've been wanting to do that. We could watch that movie you wanted to see, or go to the Christmas market? Or—"

"Josh," you say softly, and he stops. You take a deep breath and try to get your thoughts together because this is something you have to ask him now or you'll never get the chance or the courage to again. "I don't really get it. You don't want me at your party but still want to hang out with me that day?"

He opens his mouth to respond but closes it again, looking away.

"I guess it's not just about the party. It's that you—you confuse me. On most days we're good friends, maybe best friends or maybe... something more than that. But other times, it's like we don't know each other at all. I feel like I don't know you. And I don't get it; you clearly care about me but what are your intentions? What are we?"

Your words are left hanging in the air. It suddenly feels suffocating to be in the car with him now that you've blurted out what's been on your mind, and it makes you wish that things were different. But now it's too late to take it back. It's too late to undo this moment.

After what feels like an eternity later, Joshua breaks the silence. He lets out an audible sigh and closes his eyes, slumping forward against the steering wheel like he'd rather be anywhere else. "I'm not good at this stuff, Y/N."

"It's okay, you can tell me." You try to make it sound truthful, maybe slightly nonchalant. It's not exactly a lie, but why does it feel like one? Maybe you'd rather not know. Maybe it's better if the two of you don't breach the subject. "Just let me know what you're thinking."

"You're the only good part of my life, Y/N. The only real part."

"But?"

"But I don't deserve this. I thought that if I detached myself, if I worked hard, then things might be fine. But I feel like shit, and heck, I didn't even want to host this party."

"What do you mean?" you whisper, but he makes no sign of having heard you. Then a little louder, "What are you trying to say?"

"I was trying to be perfect, Y/N. All the things I've been doing—the volunteering, the church stuff, all those clubs. The side projects. I thought that if I did those things, they would make me perfect." Joshua runs a hand through his hair but still doesn't meet your eyes, opting to stare out into the darkness in front of him instead.

After hearing what he said, things start to make a bit more sense. He might be talking around the question at hand instead of answering it, but the answer does seem so close you can almost taste it. Maybe you should be able to put it together by now, but it's just slightly out of your grasp.

You have to ask him one last question. "Why are you trying so hard to be perfect?"

"Because I'm not good enough for you. I did all those things so that maybe they would somehow make up for everything else."

And there it is. He doesn't say any more than that, but already you know exactly what he means now. He's talking about the other side of him, the one that you see the most—his eccentricity, the unusual adventures the two of you often go on, his spontaneous ideas that might not always lead to trouble but seem to be somewhere on the spectrum of wrong anyway. Joshua Hong is trying to make up for his true self by creating the most pristine persona, one that no one can say anything bad about.

One that might be able to impress you.

"Is that what you've been thinking this whole time?" You want to reach for him, pull him in to reassure him that everything is fine, but settle for putting your hand over his own on the steering wheel. "Josh, you don't have to be perfect. It's enough to just be you."

Josh lifts his head. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. To me and everyone else who cares about you. Besides, perfect is boring."

"Well," he says slowly, "I thought you'd disapprove of all the crazy things we've been doing."

You stifle a laugh. "Trust me, I wouldn't have done all those things with you if I didn't want to."

"So... can we do something together on the day of the party?"

"Of course." You nod, giving him a smile. "We can do whatever you want to do."

"Good." He leans back in his seat, looking so visibly relieved compared to just a minute ago. The corner of his lips curves up just the slightest like it's a glimpse of the real smile he's trying to hold back, and you can't remember how you were uncertain about his intentions before when everything is this real.

Everything the two of you talk about in the next hour only proves that too. He tells you about himself, about his likes and dislikes and favourites, about all the things he's wanted to say but have been too afraid to. He talks about the other parts of his life, about hosting this party with Jeonghan but it's really a ploy to play matchmakers for all the people around them.

Before long, the first glimpse of sunrise is on the distance, and you realize the two of you have stayed up all night.

"Hey, Josh?" You turn back just before leaving. "Does this mean you're going to skip your own party?"

Joshua shrugs, and when he looks at you the smile turns mischievous. "Jeonghan's not going either. But I'm sure everyone will be just fine."

#joshua x you #joshua scenarios #joshua fluff #joshua hong fic #joshua x reader #svt scenarios #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #my fic #the party is kinda out of context hmm do i post the rest of the series on this blog?#things to think about but oh well #here's to my caratland debut :'''''')#and happy joshua dayyy #anyway yeah this is just writing practice!!#how many naked mingyus do i have to reblog before this shows up in the tags

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MORPHEUS X READER (ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP) WHERE THEY GO WATCH THE ERAS TOUR FILM PLEASE

I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING IT!! While writing I kept imagining Morpheus at the movie theater waiting on the line for the movie with Y/N and she's SO 1989's era and he's like... reputation with a mix of folklore??? ANYWAAAAAAY, hope you liked it 🩵 thank u so much for the ask 🩵

CRUEL SUMMER

People around them always asked themselves how they could work, Y/N and Morpheus couldn't be more different if they tried to and yet they were a match made in heaven. He was very temperamental and with a lot of trust issues while she was a sunshine that always saw good anywhere she went. So people wondered…

They didn't know them though, there were a lot of concessions between them…especially from Dream's side. What Y/N wanted she would get, no matter what sacrifice he had to do, even if he thought it was crazy…like suddenly asking to break up for a few hours. Morpheus was ready to cry and ask what did he do to make her ask for this (because honestly this time he was so sure everything was fine) but then she explained that RED Taylor's Version would come out and she wanted to really experience it.

He didn't understand it, but fearing she would actually break up with him it felt like it was better letting her have that moment. Not even twenty-four hours later he found her crying on the floor while All Too Well (10 minutes version) Taylor's Version played very loudly. Morpheus loved every form of art but not even him could understand how someone could feel so much from just listing a song.

That day was supposed to be the strangest day…until now.

— I do not understand.

— We are going to The Eras Tour. I mean, not really, it's the film and I bought us tickets, surprise! - of course Y/N knew her boyfriend wasn't a swiftie like her, but this was a very important moment in her life and she really wanted to share it with him. — I didn't had the money to go see the actual show but since I took so many extra hours at work I was able to get a free day today to go see it with you! You're not mad at me, right, kitten?

— I would never be angry with you, my love. - especially when she looked at him like that. — I see no point in it. I am the Lord of the Dreaming, surely I could make your dream of watching this come true.

— But it wouldn't be the real thing. I really want to see the whole experience, even if it was just watching a movie, and…and I want to sing her songs with other fans…and most of all: I really want to share this moment with you. Please, Morpheus, say yes…

And that's how Dream of the Endless ended up in the middle of a movie theater full of unknown people beside his girlfriend. Y/N was dressed with the cheerleader outfit from Shake it off and while he didn't understand the reason behind it all he did was make sure no one would make her feel uncomfortable. There was no denying he was a bit jealous and the way people looked at her didn't help it but Dream knew he couldn't go back to his old ways.

"Alright, Los Angeles, we have arrived at the very first bridge of the evening. Now, I have a question. Does anyone here know the lyrics to this bridge? Prove it!"

— I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM A BAR OHHH SAID I'M FINE BUT IT WASN'T TRUE I DON'T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUST TO SEAL MY FATE OHHH AND I SCREAM FOR WHATEVER IS WORTH I LOVE YOU AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD? - and there he was completely enchanted by Y/N's. She was singing the loudest she could and he doubted tomorrow she would have the voice to say anything, but today…in this moment she was completely happy. And Y/N was sharing it with him. At the moment it was just her there with him, it was like every other person in the movie theater was just gone.

In that moment he knew that he was truthfully completely and irrevocably in love with Y/N.

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x you #dream x reader

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Vesemir is the Grumpiest kitten

Vesemir was having the strangest year of his long life. His pup geralt had not only managed to bind himself to a sorceress AND a Cintran princess, but also a member of the fairy Court.

The crashing of rocks in the background tell him that the sorceress and her pupil are hard at work, using their magic to help rebuild the northern tower. Echos of laughter drift down to vesemir. His pups are hard at work, helping put plaster in the cracks. Or at least they pretend to work hard when he's in eye sight. They still think that if they can't see him then he clearly can't tell what kind of mischief they are getting into.

Speaking of the little runaway viscount. "Hello bard."

"Good morning sir vesemir! And how are you this fine day? Ooh what are we harvesting today?"

"Watermelons, Lamberts cat brought me some seeds from his caravan last year, and I wanted to see how well they'd grow at this altitude."

Blue eyes peek over vesemirs shoulder, "I haven't seen a Watermelon in decades!" The young fae practically shouts in his excitement. "I can hardly wait, I swear between the treasures of your garden and cooking I've gained ten pounds, this last week alone!"

Vesemir chuckled at the bard, who was dressed in a shockingly bright green outfit, "true, you're beginning look like one of my watermelons"

A loud, dramatic gasp and a swat at his shoulder makes vesemir laugh even louder. "Nice try, but you're a kitten without any claws. All hissing and yowling and fluffing up trying to look scary"

"Rude!" Jaskier does indeed appear to fluff himself up as he draws in a deep breath to lecture the older wolf.

Before he can speak vesemir pats jaskiers head condescendingly. "I jest bard, a little kitten like you couldn't possibly eat an entire Watermelon. So we better save them all for the wolves. Help keep that figure trim."

Jaskier draws himself up glaring at the wolf. The teasing about his weight he can handle. Calling him a kitten? That's fine! But the audacity to not share the deliciousness of Watermelon?? This shall not stand!

"Let's see who's the kitten around here." Blue eyes become even bluer, glowing brightly as he gently taps the older Witcher on the nose with his forefinger.

"Bard what the hell are you doing!?" Vesemir roars in anger. Or at least he tries to. All that comes out is a series of tiny squeaks.

Long fingers come into view and vesemir swats them away, hissing furiously. The bards tinkling laughter fills the air and vesemir can feel himself being lifted by his scruff. Much to his annoyance, vesemir can't help how his body goes limp in response.

Jaskiers face appears in front of vesemirs own. "Oh you are the cutest thing! Yet you still look so grumpy, even as a kitten."

The bard brings vesemir closer and kisses his forehead, crooning under his breath. Vesemir growls at the affection, which just makes jaskier laugh more.

After a moment jaskier rearranges his grip, and as soon as he releases vesemirs scruff, vesemir takes advantage and attacks! With a wild yowl he scratches jaskiers cheek. A single drop of blood appears.

The fae heals it immediately, and huffs at at vesemir. "So rude! Well if you're not going to be good company, then I'll leave you be!

With that, jaskier places the cranky kitten on the ground, and decides to push his luck even further. "I look like a Watermelon do I? Well fine! A Watermelon I shall be!"

Another poof of magic fills the air, and in jaskiers place, a Watermelon sits. Rage fills vesemir at the faes antics and he scrambles around the plants and begins lecturing the fruit. bard. Whatever! He smacks the Watermelon without much success, considering how tiny his paws are. He can feel his fur fluffing up as his temper grows.

He's still yelling (mewing) at the bard to change them back, when the hungry pups wander into the garden, wanting to collect the pair for lunch.

To their surprise they see a cranky grey kitten, furiously growling and squeaking at a strange glowing Watermelon.

Lambert snorts. "Is that your bard?"

Eskels eyes widen, "is that... VESEMIR?"

Geralt simply sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Vesemir will be making him run the walls nonstop for months because he brought his ridiculous bard to kaer morhen.

#my nonsense #oddelleths fics #jaskier #papa vesemir #vesemir #fae!jaskier #another day in kaer morhen #bard in kaer morhen

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completeoveranalysis · 6 months

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Chapitre 194 - The Tone That Calls The Princess

Ohoho look, we have the matching pair of [redacted]s!

How perfect that they were exactly identical outfits, and yet (like Fujitaka and Nadeshiko in the previous chapter) are Together but Separate.

They’re here together, near each other, but visually separated, and with physical distance between them - Lava Lamp stands in front and to the left, Watanuki sits behind and above, on the right. You could cleanly cut the image in half and they wouldn’t cross over at all (except the TINIEST bit in the middle). They also both stand facing different directions; Watanuki looking to the right (to the past? It’s what he can’t remember), while Lava Lamp faces the left (to the future? It’s his entire mission, and has been for a very long time). Except Watanuki actually LOOKS in his direction (he’s not aware of the greater plot) but Lava Lamp is looking directly at the camera, like he tends to (he IS aware, and still knows far more than us). Above them both is the moon (A sign for Yuuko? A sign for their mother? A sign for where they came from? A sign for the mysterious darkness they live their lives in?)

Meanwhile they sit on a GIANT AMMONITE FOSSIL. Which. Is the strangest thing to me and I love it dearly. It might have some symbolism I’m not aware of but even just on the surface level we have a lot. It’s a fossil, like the Clow ruins, like the archaeology that ties Syaoran to Fujitaka, like a clear link to an unknowable past. But it’s also a spiral - a sign of things going in circles and spirals and repeating themselves, like time loops, and Lava Lamp’s life in general, and whatever else is happening in the timeline.

Maybe also a sign of things starting at a central point and spiralling further and further away from where it all started, like the plot we’re trying to make sense of?

Or maybe it’s a sign for what’s inside it? A shell that contained a creature within, like the ruins might contain Evil Wolverine?

I’m also googling it now to find out that they can be a symbol of “change and positive motion”, which is very much what Lava Lamp and Watanuki are collectively trying to achieve, so it all fits one way or the other!

Strangely my files don't reveal if this one had any splash text across the image though, which is a mystery all on its own.

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❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! ❞

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞

﹟diasomnia, ramshackle, staff, rsa: x gn!reader. no cw/tw. although the holiday known as “christmas” does not exist in twisted wonderland, you decide to take manners into your own hands and have some holiday fun with your friends before winter break. part i. ii. iii. platonic staff/ramshackle.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀 ＋ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀’𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐏

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ what a wonderful sleep that was, but now it were time to wake up and get ready for the last of your festive plans! doing your morning routine, you send a text to your friend in diasomnia you would be there soon, although still unsure if this were a good idea or not despite his insistence that it were the perfect thing to do before break.maybe you’d end up enjoying it!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Malleus was honestly glad to be invited to something, anything for once. he has to admit this was one of the strangest things he’s ever done before, but if it’s for you, he’d be willing to do it. this is one of your human traditions from your world? so be it, he’s sitting on Lilia’s lap as the older fae makes weird laughing noises in a weird costume, gazing down at him as he gives him a cookie. he gets weirdly into it after a few minutes of you two assuring him he’s doing it right, he may actually be a kid asking for presents as he asks for Gao Gao to have a friend, specifically for you to get one so the two of your’s could be friends together. he’s excited to hear what you want though, don’t be embarrassed and sit on santa’s lap now, prefect, whatever you wish for he will get for you as thanks for including him in your festive traditions.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Lilia insisted on partaking in this tradition as soon as you told him about holiday festivities in your world. you do not know where he got an oversized white beard, and an outfit similar to a mall santa’s back in your world that looks oversized on him, but he’s having a lot of fun. he enjoys sitting his slightly confused, slightly weirded out, and slightly empty on the inside sons on his knee that surprisingly hasn’t broken yet from sheer weight and speak in this weird way you explained a santa clause does. he’s laughing and going “ho-ho-ho” really in character and makes them call him santa, rather than Lilia. he even gets you to sit on his lap, picking you up and holding you tight if you try to run from embarrassment. you’re never too old, he says! go ahead and tell him what you want, don’t be too difficult now prefect, remember, naughty kids don’t get presents.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Silver did not wake up for this, please tell him he did not. he was raised by Lila but he is not immune to the pure shock he gets at times by what his father does. or rather, santa as Lilia forces him to call him. somehow he watches Malleus do it, and followed suit awkwardly as he turned to you looking at him with a smile, back to his father with the same expressionless look. you’d think he wanted to be anywhere else, but entertains you and asks santa for a gift, handing him a cookie as he peeks back at you with a bright smile. the things he’d do for you to be happy, honestly. after he’s free, he ends up falling asleep against your shoulder pretending to himself it were all a dream, a nightmare rather, as you gently lay his head on your lap and play with his hair as thanks.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Sebek is going over five different stages of grief. he’s confused, angry, freaked out, just what on earth is this human tradition? it gets worse when you explain in your world you let your kid sit on a stranger’s lap, one that eats your cookies and milk after breaking into your house to drop off presents, one who judges you for being nice or naughty. he’s flabbergasted and tries to speak as “santa” gets his cookie, asking him for what he wishes for. he’s unable to pick anything over still processing his thoughts and emotions, eyes still locked on you as you smile at him. is this some kind of new way of fighting, human? regardless, lilia ends up telling his dad about this when they return to briar valley, too. when he gets home he’s experiencing the grief again as father zigvolt wears a santa suit, an outfit becoming popular in the briar valley.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 ＋𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ after returning from the morning event with friends from the valley, you finally return to your dorm and pull out the decoration box you’d been keeping in the closet, smiling at the tree you’d gotten Jack to drag in a few weeks ago. it was finally time to decorate Ramshackle.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Grim tolerated a lot of things for you during these past few days, you’d better get him premium tuna. he’s had to watch some boys flirt and fail with you, numerous bow changes, and has become exhausted. now you want to decorate the dorm, but for who? you give are the only ones living there! he does decorate begrudgingly and gets into it, or maybe because he’s planning at pawing at it later, but he’s helping you decorate the windows with star and tree stickers, while the dorm building itself is wrapped with lights all around. he doesn’t know what a family should feel like, but whatever it is supposed to feel like, he’s pretty sure you are a family. he’s the biggest whiner of the bunch, but he ends up being the one who contributes the most and had the most fun out of all of you, gazing up at the finished product before climbing into your lap, accepting head scratches.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ghost friends had listened to you talk about your plans and schedule for the past month, even watching you acquire the materials, but seeing the decorations placed were two different things. the Ramshackle dorm had been abandoned for years to the point it fell apart. a cold gloomy place, with only the three of them lingering in the past until you came along, transforming it into a home. they never imagined how full of life it could of become with you, laughing and playing with you and Grim as you decorated. they’re truly grateful you care about this dorm as much as they did, and that you included them in your list of people to spend time with. gather round, prefect. although they can’t hold you physically, why not take a picture for the memories.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅＋𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wiping your brow from your hard work, you admire it as one of the ghosts quickly remembers about receiving mail earlier! much to your confusion, you received some cards from the most unexpected list of people, the staff of nrc!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Crowley’s card was unexpected, you’d wondered if he was forced into it. the writing was surprisingly neat and tidy, not full of cursive but very exaggerated penmanship when it came to certain letters. the envelope was rather plain, nothing too interesting, but the card itself was a nice navy blue color with splotches of gold. the contents of the card were basic and empty, have a good break and that you should work hard as the ramshackle prefect after the break, and do make sure to take care of those fairies for him. however in tiny writing hastily scribbled at the bottom, he wrote “thank you, prefect” at the very bottom, adding to the shock factor of receiving a card from him in the first place. this was probably the most gratitude you’ve received from him since your first encounter, and the last until next year.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Crewel’s card made you smile and feel like you had a safe space to go to and to tattle on Crowley to. he’s penmanship was meat and fully cursive, written in pretty red ink on a rose scented silver card. it nearly made you feel bad opening the envelope with such a beautiful deep red shade with a golden flower seal. his letter details how you’d mentioned this little tradition of giving cards in your world before when talking to him, and that he decided to indulge a little and write you this letter. have a good break, and if you need help with classes to ask him and he would help you since you’ve been such a good pup trying to understand more about this world and adjust to it and classes. he wrote at the bottom that just before break ends, he’d also fix your uniform for a winter wardrobe, really, he’s secretly a kind professor.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Trein’s card made you feel like you had a father here in wonderland. his penmanship was cursive, small and neat. his envelope had madol attached, as though you were given a small allowance or gift. he’d heard from Crewel about the plan to write you a card and wrote one himself in an equally fancy velvet red envelope, with an ivory paw seal. the letter itself was in classic black ink, going over how if you needed a place to stay over break, him and his wife were available. it had been many years since his daughters had grown and left the house, they had plenty of space for you if you wished to not be alone over break, Crowley could take care of those fairies. if you needed an extension for your break assignments to inform him and he’d extend them and help you. perhaps it’s just the father in him speaking, but have a good break, prefect.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Vargas’s card was no best handwriting winner. in fact, the writing was so messy you struggled to translate for five to nearly ten minutes. there was no envelope, and it was clearly handmade with a doodle you presumed to be him flexing his muscle and smile as he wrote to have a good break and work on those muscles. you’d improved from when you first arrived and he was sure with more work, perhaps one day you could be as muscular as him. although the card looks like he made it within two minutes, or asked a seven year old to make for him, it was the thought that counts! maybe next time you’d get an envelope, though.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Sam’s card was not an award winner either, but at least it had a creative looking envelope and rainbow paper. you could of sworn his handwriting was neater, but this too looked like a child had written with his nondominant hand. his card talked about his good deals available over the break but included little things like now hiring for a good rate. he never out front told you he liked you more than a good recurring customer, but just maybe he thought of you as a good kid. at the very very bottom, he included that he left you a piece of candy in the envelope. one worth a few madol, but candy nonetheless. have a good break and thank you for the patronage, prefect.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the letters were so sweet for the most part you had to keep them away nearly in a desk. afterwards, you’d made dinner for you and Grim, ready to do the dishes after finishing as you got a surprise call from Neige, both him and Chen’ya would be there soon, but he wouldn’t tell you the reason. now why would rsa students come to nrc?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Chen’ya eavesdropped on Neige’s texts to you and was in on it immediately excited to get you a gift. nothing better than surprising your friend at a whole different school hours away and give them a little present. he goes invisible and nearly scares you as you look for him, only for him to appear in front of you as you turn around. he’s laughing as you scold him, smiling at how you look flustered before you lead them into the living room with a huge tree. he has a sudden strong desire to mess around and knock down the tree, but resists his inner urges before handing you a gift bag. inside is a lot of premium tea leaves and boxes of your favorite snacks that he’d asked Trey about in advance. you didn’t even want to know how much that cost, and as you try to thank him, he’s disappearing again while inching closer to that tree.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Neige had remembered from awhile back through your texts about how you planned to spend your break after he asked, beaming immediately at the thought of doing one of your world’s traditions with you as a surprise. with RSA beginning break that afternoon, he had gone with Chen’ya to travel all the way to NRC just to see and surprise you. he originally considered singing for you, but he didn’t want to draw too much attention to your dorm. he’s there doe eye bright smile as you invite him in, greeting him as he gazes at you like a lovesick puppy. he compliments the decor and is in awe at how pretty it is before remembering to hand you your gift as he insists he doesn’t need one, your friendship is enough. opening the gift, he watches your eyes light up at the pretty winter scarf that may or may not look pretty similar to his own outfit in white, red, and blue with little birds on them. maybe just maybe, you’d put two and two together prefect.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ at the end of the day, all of you fell asleep together after it was too late to return, snuggling up in the living room under cozy blankets. you could also consider this the start of not just a new year, but a new year of happiness with friends you’d never known you needed. plenty of more memories to come in the future, and who knows! maybe plenty more with a certain someone, specifically. happy holidays, prefect’

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