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cdragons · 3 months

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Fuck Everything, But Mostly Fuck You

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Summary: You have never, EVER, in a million years hated anyone the way you hated Felix fucking Catton.

Warnings- MDNI 18+, Felix is delulu, Reader is stressed and homesick and kinda crazy but she a baddie, Michael is Michael, Farleigh is Farleigh, Oliver will be Oliver (a creep), and author has spent too much time researching Oxford crap for this mess for a crack fic to be a crack fic

Author's Note: This fic is a follow-up to this post and I would like to thank grammarly for catching all my grammatical errors 🥲, @ethereal-athalia for enabling my crazy ideas 🥰, and @valeskafics for providing me Saltburn smut when I catch myself thirsting 😇

“FUCK!” you yelled at the top of your lungs just before your nose slammed down on the dewy grass.

Groaning in pain before the mortification of realizing what had just happened kicked in.

You didn’t know what was worse: the fact you had a full front view of the giant’s junk or that he body-slammed you onto the ground and caused you to land on top of the painting worth 30% of your final grade.

You wanted to scream your head off. The paint had finally dried, and you could finally leave the studio at two in the morning. It was close to finals, and pretty much anyone on campus who didn’t get accepted because of their daddy’s bank account was in their dorms. You had hoped that this fact would mean that the paths were empty and, therefore, safe to transport your 30” x 40” canvas.

“SORRY!”

You shot your head up to locate the person who just apologized. Lo’ and behold, it was the same plastered, pasty cunt with a bird’s nest disaster of a haircut drunken idiot who decided it was a good idea to go streaking across campus. His only other distinguishable features were that he was at least 6’3” and that he had a small steel piece pierced on his face.

After the “apology,” he and his friend continued running off to God’s knows where in the dead of night—leaving you behind on the lawn with a bleeding nose, bruised knees and palms, and an oil painting that was torn and caked in mud three days before its deadline.

There was no way to redo it. The project was assigned at the beginning of October. It took 5 hours to set up the models with the motifs and lights, 3 hours to take pictures, and 10 hours to underdraw the preliminary sketch. You didn’t even want to think about the sheer number of sleepless nights you spent in the studio mixing colors and layering. On top of that, you also had your other finals in other courses to study for.

You had practically been living in that studio for the past month. All of the custodians and security guards knew you by name. You got first dibs every day when they refilled the vending machines. It was a true godsend when you didn’t have time to visit the dining halls. Everyone had been so kind and sweet to you. It was a warm welcome compared to the snark and snobbery you experienced from most of your classmates.

Crying from the devastation of the loss of your situation, your shaking legs carried your body and what remained of your work into the building. You knew that your professor stayed in her office late for grading. You could only hope that she would sympathize with your pitiful appearance.

“Wait, so did you get the extension?”

Lifting your head from the sticky library table at Bodleian’s, you stared at your best only friend, Michael Gavey, with a blank stare. You didn’t react to his wince after he took in your haggard appearance. You didn’t need a mirror to know that you looked terrible.

Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot red with dark mulberry bags underneath them. You had paled since coming to dreary England, but now you looked straight-up sickly. And if that wasn’t enough, your eyes had less life than a dead fish rotting at a Sunday Market.

Your voice was so meek that you were sure he had to strain to hear you.

“Yeah…I got it.”

You knew you had no choice but to beg your Studio Arts professor for an extension. But it killed you doing it. Professor Daria Martin was your favorite teacher and the only faculty member who actually liked you. Her support toward you meant everything to you; the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint her, let alone be the reason why she lost her job.

Your usually so snarky four-eyed friend perked up at the news.

“So, is everything okay?” he asked with hope.

Your head fell on neon-yellow ink-stained pages that filled the paperweight your ethics professor called a textbook. A bitter laugh fell from as your lips lifted to a wry, dry grin.

“Oof, not that simple, is it?” he asked.

“Is it ever?”

“So what do you have to do now?”

“Well-,” you lifted your head to take a deep breath as you started to explain, “- I still have the photos and copies of the sketch. But because the canvas was so large, it was special-ordered. That means I need to wait until another one can be delivered, and since all the works need to be completed in the studio, I can’t leave the campus.”

As you finished your explanation, Michael nodded his head in understanding before he paused, and a look of devastation painted his features.

“Wait, so does that mean-”

“I won’t be able to fly back home for the holidays.”

Fuck, you were about to cry again. You had been so excited to see your old friends and family. You remembered how absolutely homesick you were at the beginning of the term. Because you were a scholarship student from America, your parents encouraged you to settle on campus by moving to your dorm earlier than everyone else. It was bad enough that you missed Thanksgiving, but you had really set your heart on coming home for Christmas and New Year’s. What made it worse was that your parents had told you all about the dinner they had planned for your homecoming. It was going to be a feast of all your favorites.

English food sucked balls.

Your only saving grace was the Crunchie bars Michael got for you when you studied together or when you had to rewrite edit his essays.

You really DID cry after first reading his essay for Introductory English class at the beginning of the year.

“Did you try to report it?”

“Report what? ‘Hey, there’s a wasted asshole running naked across campus, and he body-slammed me to the ground and tore my fucking massive campus that blocked my view of the jackass. He’s probably richer than the goddamn Queen, given how he’s wasted right before finals.’”

“Do you have any description of him?”

“He’s a giant with a small eyebrow piercing, and his fat ass looked like it had never seen the sun.”

Without lifting your head, you heard the scrape of Michael’s chair before he walked across the table to sit in the chair next to you.

“Hey,” he began, bringing you into a warm arm hug, “it’ll be okay. You called your parents about it, right?”

“Yeah -” you sighed before continuing, “- they told me they understood and would Skype me daily.”

“See! Everything’s going to be – wait, did you say that this guy was tall?”

Furrowing your brow in confusion, you looked at your friend at the change in his tone from light and supportive to sharp and interrogative.

“Yeah?”

“How tall?”

“Umm,” you had to think about that, “I’d say he was about 6’3” or above? He was really fucking tall.”

“And he had an eyebrow piercing?”

Ok, now you were really confused. “Yes? Michael, where are you going with this?”

“I think the guy who ran you over was Felix Catton.”

You shot your favorite idiot with a deadpan glare.

“Felix Catton? The same Felix Catton who just so happens to be the same Felix Catton you hate?”

Michael solemnly nodded. “It’s him. It has to be. The only person on campus as tall as him is his cousin, and he doesn’t have piercings.”

“And he’s black.”

“Yeah, that too.”

You were skeptical, and it showed. You didn’t want to callously dismiss your friend, but you knew more than anyone how much his hatred for Oxford’s Golden Boy could impair his judgment. You were by no means a fan of the guy, but accusing someone of anything they didn’t do just because your friend thought so went against your principles.

He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bookshelf in front of the table where Felix and his groupies sat. Both of your books and bags were in your chairs, but you managed to keep your spiral notebook with you. It wasn’t hard to find them – they were the loudest table in the entire library. They also reeked of cigarettes and booze.

“See?” Michael hissed. “Giant, pale, and eyebrow piercing. It’s him!”

“Michael,” you softly groaned, “just because you hate Felix Catton doesn’t mean you can –”

An extremely shrill voice interrupted you.

“I can’t believe you and Farleigh actually ran around campus naked!”

A petite girl with full pink lips and dull red hair latched on the arm of the man of the hour. “It was so hot to watch!”

This girl has weird-ass tastes in guys.

“And then how you crashed into that dunce at Ruskin! Brilliant!”

Your blood ran cold while another one of Catton’s faceless droning puppets chimed in.

“God, what an idiot! It’s their own fault, anyway. Who the fuck walks in the middle of the walk path with a fucking big canvas in front of them?”

One of the lessons hammered into your skull young was never to move before you think. That lesson had saved you ten ways from Sunday. But this was not one of those times.

You’re pretty sure that you hear Michael calling out your name as you walk away from the shelf and towards the overcrowded table. Tunnel vision took over you as you made your way to the overgrown idiot who almost cost you your entire future.

Grabbing the back of his shirt collar, you dragged the 6’5” towering fool on his ass all the way outside. You finally let go when the two of you reached the back of the building that had no windows.

“Hey, what the fu –”

You didn’t let him finish as you brought your fist to hit him square in the face – and, fuck, did you relish the crunch that immediately followed your swing.

Fuck, was his head killing him.

Felix should have known better than to have gotten cross-faded last night, but Farleigh had practically goaded him to do it. It’s not like his cousin ever had to worry about his grades for any of his courses during finals – the little shit-starter had always been so fucking academically gifted.

He skipped pretty much all of his morning classes and barely made it to his afternoon schedule on time while completely zoning out the entire time.

If he bombs on all his finals, his dad was going to absolutely murder him. But chances were he and his mum were going to be too busy entertaining whichever new friend his mum brought in for shelter.

“You alright there, champ?”

Felix swiveled his head too quickly and immediately groaned in pain. The motion made his hangover even worse. Rubbing his eyes to try to soothe the pounding in his head, he slowly opened them to look at his cousin.

The slag didn’t have the decency to look even a little bit affected from last night’s event – the fucker. No, he was sitting there with all Cheshire grins and gleaming eyes while Felix was two seconds from heaving his guts out.

“Yeah, I’m alright, mate.” He replied in a tired groan.

“Must have been quite the night. Wonder if it had anything to do with that little cocktail you took from our sweet Annabel’s belly button?”

Disgust was clear on Felix’s face as he recalled the body shot he had taken from his ex-FWB’s navel. He truly must have been off his rocker last night – he thought he was over with body shots since graduating secondary, but apparently not.

If he somehow got an STD from doing it, V was going to kill him.

But even with all of his horrible actions that caused the raging war inside his skull, that wasn’t the main cause of his misery.

Farleigh’s grin dropped as judgment painted his features.

“Oh,” he moaned, “please tell me this isn’t about ‘your angel’ from last night.”

He didn’t just take the dare of streaking across the grounds just for the hell of it. He needed an excuse to pass through the art building – all for the chance of seeing you.

You. His angel of paints and books who lived in the empty studio rooms of Oxford University’s Ruskin School of Art and whose presence harangued him every hour of every day. Everywhere Felix went, he would unconsciously look for you.

It was his soul calling out for yours – he knew it.

Felix had never felt so drawn to another human being in his entire existence. He’d never seen you outside of the libraries, art building, and maybe the dining hall if he was lucky. You never went to any parties or even had a drink at the pub at King’s Arms. He didn’t even have classes with you, but he knew Farleigh did. Word was that you and his cousin had shared a few classes – what’s more was that you were likely the only person who could go head-to-head with him in academics.

And to make it worse, the prat refused to tell him anything about you – not even your fucking name.

“Believe me,” he told him after Felix had been begging his cousin for hours to share anything about you, “she is way above your league.”

Which really hurt his feelings, by the way – sure, you were probably way above in book smarts, but there wasn’t a girl that remained indifferent to his charms after a good talking fucking.

“I still can’t believe you won’t at least tell me her name,” Felix complained once more, “or even just give me her number!”

“She’s an American here on scholarship and a bore,” he quipped back, “what’s there to tell? And can you please shut up? I want to get some reading done before tonight. You do remember the in-class essay we have tomorrow, right?”

Bloody hell, he did not. Pushing down the bitter feeling in his chest, he and his cousin made their way to meet everyone at the back. As soon as he sat down, Annabel clung on to his arm. Thank fuck he had been wearing one of his thicker jumpers – otherwise, her claws that she called nails would have ripped open the fabric.

“Hey, Felix!” she made sure to offer a very generous sight of her cleavage, “are you ready for tonight?”

Felix chuckled lowly before responding. “Aren’t I always?”

And just like that – he completely zoned out the rest of the conversation.

Annabel was probably saying something to get him to notice her, and Farleigh was likely responding so he wouldn’t have to – but Felix couldn’t be bothered to pretend to care.

He was lost in the living daydream that was his angel that haunted the art studios of Ruskin School of Art.

He was desperate to learn everything about you.

If he asked you to talk about your favorite books, would your eyes sparkle in delight, or would your smile widen in glee?

If he grabbed your hand, would your palms feel marred by his rough skin, or would you press your callouses to his?

If he pressed his mouth on yours, would your lips feel as soft and plump as they look? Or was their luster forever damaged by your teeth biting them whenever you were in deep concentration?

If he breathed in your scent at the crook of your neck, would your skin smell like the paints forever on your brushes or the musky pages of heavy ancient books you always carried in your arms?

If he planted kisses from your throat to your breasts, would you mewl in pleasure or whimper in anticipation?

If he touched your cunt, would you arch your back in ecstasy? Or would your legs crumble, and you would have no choice but to sink into his arms?

Felix’s thoughts were rudely interrupted when Farleigh jammed his bony elbow into his ribcage and hurriedly whispered.

“Look alive, Golden Boy.”

Looking forward, it was better than any of his wet dreams combined. It was you.

Your hair was loose, and your fists were clenched. You reminded him of a ferocious lion goddess with how focused your gaze was on him.

But before Felix would prepare himself to make a good impression, you walked behind him and grabbed the back of his shirt collar before fucking dragging his ass out of his seat and outside.

Bloody hell, for someone so much shorter than him, you were fucking strong.

When you finally released your grip, he fell on the ground like an idiot before he tried to stand and steady himself as quickly as he could.

“Hey, what the fu –”

You didn’t let him finish as you brought your fist to hit him square in the face – and, fuck, you might have actually broken his nose.

After staggering back, you started using the spiral notebook in your other hand to land blow after painful blow on his body.

“YOU. STUPID. FUCKING. INGRATE –” Each word that left your mouth was emphasized with another hit from your notebook “– I. HATE. YOU. YOU. RUINED. MY. PAINTING. I. SPENT. SO. MUCH. TIME. ON. IT. AND. NOW. I. CAN’T. GO. HOME. FOR. BREAK. BECAUSE. OF. YOUR. STUPID. SELF!”

Felix was confident you had more to say, but you were pulled off him by your friend – he’s pretty sure it’s Mitchell – by the waist with you kicking and screaming out profanities to him as your friend called out your name to try to calm you down.

He wondered what it said about him if he told anyone how much you looked like an angry cat. His parents would send him to a shrink if he told them how adorable he found you right now.

If you were this wild while fighting, he could only imagine how riled up you would get in bed.

Fuck, you might have just unlocked a new kink in him.

Catching his breath as he watched your friend drag you away into the distance, he heard a slow clap to his left.

Farleigh was leaning on the corner – his smug expression making it clear that he had seen the whole thing – as he looked at his cousin with a bemused expression before walking toward him and giving a sympathetic pat on his back.

“Well,” he started to break the tension, “at least you know her name.”

“Yeah,” Felix agreed, “I know her name.”

And he knew that you smelled more like the paints on your brushes than the books you carried with subtle notes of gardenias.

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jarofstyles · 6 months

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FICTOBER DAY 24- Holding Back

yeah so... it's angel yn x demon h smut and it's filthy so here we goooo.

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WARNINGS- demon h, angel Y/N, mean Dom h, dumbification, degradation, choking, hair pulling, etc. Just filth.

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Holding her hair in a ponytail, Harry’s hand drug her back to press her back against his sweaty chest. His hips continued to move, the slap of skin audible in the room, but Y/N was trying to keep it down.

“You’re holding back.” He hissed into her ear, the tingles of her hair being gripped and his lips so close making her body shiver. The demon was rough with her, just the way she’d found herself craving, one hand curling around her throat as she let out the most pathetic whimper she’d ever hear. “Who cares if anyone hears, hm? It’s what you need to do.”

His cock was deep in her, fucking into her sopping wet cunt, and he knew he was directly where she liked being fucked. “Poor little Angel. Still so afraid of letting people see even a bit of Dirt.” He cooed, slowing his thrusts and hitting deep, making her mouth fall open and a wheezy squeak leaving her lips.

“I think that’s what it is. Y’walk around, like you’re this holy, sweet, innocent little thing. Perfect Angel, so soft spoken and touch so delicate. But when the door is closed.” He squeezed a bit harder with his fingers on her throat, making her gasp again. “The door is closed and you’re getting your holes fucked by the very creature you claim to hate. Sweet little Angel Y/N, God’s favorite… Is getting raw fucked by the demon who followed you home.” He snickered, loving that he had been her downfall.

If Y/N wasn’t in the midst of pleasure, she would smack him hard. She would turn her nose up in the air, stomp her foot and leave. But she wasn’t there, she was being fucked by said man so well that her body was clay for him to model, her cunt wrapped around him and getting sparks of pleasure rendering her brain useless. “Hm? No retort from the pretty ice queen?” His tongue licked over her jaw, letting her breathe better for a moment as she shook her head. It was the right answer, because she was rewarded with her hair being released and sneaking down to rub at her throbbing clit.

“Right answer, Angel girl. Got you so drunk on my cock that you’ve turned into a braindead little slut.” His voice got rougher, making her clench around him. He was soaked with her arousal, balls dripping with it, and he was enjoying every second of it. “Big and proper when we’re out there but the moment we’re alone you fall to the ground and mouth at my cock, get on those knees and open that pretty little mouth just so I can spit into it, fuck it… whatever I want because you’re just my little toy, yeah Angel?” He felt her try to nod, but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words. Tell me you’re just my toy to fuck.”

“I’m just… I’m your- I’m just your toy to f-fuck.” She shivered, her brain pleasantly floating as he fucked her. Y/N didn’t know sex could be as good as it was and surely she would pretend to hate depraved things such as this when she left the room- but something about the demon made her want to submit fully. Allowed herself to go blank, to take him the way he wanted her to. “Please,please,please, can I?” She pleaded, wanting so badly to cum. The stroke of his cock and his fingers rubbing over her clit and the nibbling of her jaw, it was the perfect storm. She was so close to letting go, so close to cumming all over his thick cock and then-

He stopped. Fingers stilling on her clit, cock buried to the hilt and stopping, Y/N cried out in loss as he cooed at her. “None of that. You’re going to cum when I want you to, beautiful thing. If you’re going to turn your back on me out there, that’s fine. But I want you to remember being edged as many times as you can be. Roll your eyes at me saying hello next time and m’not going to let you come at all. You’ve got to be reminded what you are.” He kissed away a tear, pulling her to lay her head back on him. “A slut for a demon, a personal whore. You’ve signed up for this, you come knocking at my door to apologize… Give me this sweet body and a promise of being better next time… I think the only way to make a girl like you learn, is if I take away what you’re after.” Harry’s hand crawled up her belly, pressing over where he was sure he was buried, rocking back and forth into her to get some relief.

“Because none of those angels can fuck you the way you want. You want flower petals and champagne and a slow rock of a fuck? Go on to them. But you won’t because underneath that angelic body, lays the prettiest, most willing to please slut that wants a pounding.” His chuckle made her shudder again, pressing his lips to her cheek. “As long as you remember you’re mine and show me a bit more respect? I can continue to make this happen. Do you understand me?”

“Yes- yeah, I do Harry. I’m sorry.” She whined, cut off when his hand smacked over her breast. As much as she tried, Harry was the one who shut her brain off. Let her focus on pleasure and give her a sweet pain to remember the next day, making her feel more alive than she had ever been. “I am yours, I promise.”

“I know that.” He stated. “Get back down and turn around. Want to see you cry for my cum.”

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hare-beneath-pine · 1 year

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some elements of spellwork distinguishing animist or spirit-based approaches from the energetic and psychological -- a laughably basic and woefully incomplete list:

waking: most especially relevant for dried herbs or other preserved material. rouse what lies dormant with breath and touch and whisper.

speaking (or writing, etc): ask for assistance, don't demand it. give praise, throw in some epithets. make deals, discuss terms and conditions. say thank you. say what you mean.

listening: now shut up for a bit. anticipate communication. words, song snippets, images, colours, feelings, whatever. look out for a "no" and be ready to honour it--it may hit hard in the chest or the guts. we have two-way streets here.

giving: praise, prayers, food, drink, candles, incense, crafts, all the usual suspects and more... reciprocity is key, no one likes a perpetual taker. some situations call for altruism, others for hard-nosed contracts, others for a secret third thing.

feeding: giving again, but specifically to maintain or revive longer workings. remember what the dormouse said...

sourcing: the perfect is the enemy of the good, but it makes a difference. grow, make, forage (responsibly) as much as possible. listen & give when sourcing things from the earth. shop ethically, re-use, thrift.

paring down: if it seems like a lot to go through for everything you want to include in your spell, then good. depth before breadth. use fewer herbs/stones/whatever that you know well, and that really need to be there. god i hate 12-ingredient spell jar recipes with #babywitch stuck on them. yes i will probably stick #babywitch on this. sue me.

to me these follow logically from the premise that plants, stones, bones, bits & bobs have spirit, not just energy. because that implies that their power must be given, it isn't just there to be channelled (energetic model) or derived from the practitioner's mental associations (psychological model). i claim nothing of reality and little of truth, but this premise has served me well.

just in case: the writing style is a little conceit that i use in many of my personal notes, which this was originally. obviously “in my opinion/experience/practice” etc.

#witchcraft #witchblr #spells #spellwork #animism #spirit work #beginner witch #baby witch

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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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listen. oh queen of life-ruining banter. i come to you on my knees because i require frenemies hatefucking with tae. featuring all the banter. and him being a menace. no this is not self-indulgent at all wdym sdlfjsldkfj - congrats again on your milestone :')))

WANNA FUCK ON CAMERA | KTH

You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

» pairing: taehyung x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | frenemies to lovers | smut

» wc/date: 3.3k | July 2022

» warnings: fingering | nudes (ig??) | unprotected vaginal sex | spit | tae is annoying

» notes: I’M SO SORRY THIS ENDED UP JUST BEING A FULL FUCKING PWP ONE SHOT KJDKFHS also i def didn’t proofread this enough so sorry 🥴

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? camera - dj drama ft. 1st fkl, lil uzi vert, mac miller, & post malone

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If Kim Taehyung placed his grimy hands on the small of your back one more time you were quite literally going to rip them off.

“Babe, we didn’t take a picture together yet.” Before you could react, there was a bright flash of light that formed black holes in your vision. A sleek film camera was the culprit. Not unfamiliar, you’d fallen victim to Taehyung’s “artistic endeavors” on more than one occasion.

“Babe?”

Your spotty eyes grew wide as you quickly turned back to the large man stuck in between you and Taehyung. You’d caged him into the corner of the living room away from the rest of the bustling bodies crowding the apartment you shared with Hoseok. From the moment your roommate introduced you to Namjoon at the start of the party, you were on a mission to get a good grip of his head in between your thighs.

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, waving your arms in an “X” to ward off Taehyung’s evil. “We are not like that, at all. Gross, no. I don’t even know why he’s over here.” You hissed that last part with gritted teeth and shoved an elbow into Taehyung’s ribs.

“We came to this party together, babe. What are you talking about?” Taehyung’s mouth morphed into a deep pout. Your’s, on the other hand, hung open like a fish.

“Excuse me? This is my fucking apartment!”

You watched with growing frustration as Taehyung’s pout curved into a sweet smile. He was an abscess aching your teeth. “Babe, you’re so cute when you joke around.”

“Ummm… I think I’m going to go.”

You both turned to look at the large man stuck in between you. He avoided both of your gazes; instead, his gentle eyes searched the depths of the room, looking for a way out.

“Namjoon, wait,” You reached out to grab his forearm, “Just ignore him, he’s an idiot.”

Namjoon gave you a soft, tight smile. “It’s okay, I don’t want to bother you.” He didn’t give you a second glance once he disappeared deeper into the apartment.

You spun around on your heel and jabbed your finger against Taehyung’s chest. “Listen here, TaTa. If you don’t stop cockblocking me all fucking night, I swear to God.”

“You swear to God what? What are you going to do?” Taehyung cocked his head to one side and you hated how hot it was to watch his bottom lip disappear between his teeth. He raised his eyebrows at you, tilting his head back a bit so he looked at you down the sharp bridge of his cute little freckled nose.

He knew you wouldn’t do anything. There was nothing for you to do.

He was such a piece of shit.

“Why did Hobi invite you,” you muttered, pushing past Taehyung. You made very little ground before he was snatching your wrist in his large hands. “Can you please leave me alone? I’m not drunk enough for your shit right now.”

“Let me get my beautiful model a drink, then.”

“You are the most arrogant, conceited, cockiest person I have ever met in my entire life.” The grin that bloomed across his face was the exact opposite of what you wanted to see, but everything your body was being pulled towards.

“Thank you.”

With a huff, you shook your hand from Taehyung’s grip and continued swimming your way through the sea of people trashing your apartment. Leave it to Hobi to throw a massive party to celebrate “the beginning of his birthday month” without bothering to ask you. When he knew you hated most of his friends, Kim Taehyung in particular. How he’d managed to wiggle his way into your friend group was beyond you. Probably because he was hot, and hot people could get away with everything.

Well, you didn’t think he was hot, obviously. Other people did. Not you. Nope.

“Do not follow me.” You threw the command over your shoulder, praying to the lord that he would grow a brain and listen to you. Breaking free of the last throng of people, you walked the hallway until you got to your bedroom, Taehyung hot on your heels. You tried to slam your bedroom door shut but Taehyung had the toe of his boot wedged in the doorframe. He wrapped a hand around the edge of the door and pried it open just enough to slip his lithe body inside. The click of him locking the door made your spine shudder.

“You’re so fucking stupid, Kim. Why don’t you go find someone to suck your dick and keep your nose out of my business? I’ll even let you use my bathroom.” Arms crossed against your chest. Chin jutted out.

Taehyung snickered, keeping his focus on wiping away a smudge mark on the surface of his camera lens. “Bothering you gives me infinite more pleasure, believe it or not.” He looked up to meet your gaze. “And you know how much I love chasing pleasure.”

By this point your anger was hardly well-contained. As you flipped through every scenario in your head you were finding fewer options to get him out of here. Murder may have been the only option, actually.

“God I love how hot you look when you’re pissed.” Taehyung had the audacity to sit down on the edge of your bed, his long legs spreading like the space-hogging man that he was.

“Take a fucking picture then. It’ll last longer.”

“Ooh, you’re so clever, so edgy.” Despite his taunts, he did what you said, quickly snapping another picture of you. You flipped him off. “Glad you’ve finally agreed to model for me. How do you feel about nudes?”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Not even just a topless one?”

“I would never, in a million years, even if my life depended on it, get any amount of naked in front of you.”

“That sounds like a fun challenge, doesn’t it?” He got up from your bed, leaving the camera to rest on your fluffy comforter. His amber eyes dropped to watch your lips, the edges of his own lips curling slightly when you backed up against your dresser. A bottle of hair product tipped over and rolled off the dresser, thudding against the floor.

“It’s not a challenge, Taehyung. It’s merely a fact.”

“Look at what you’re wearing. You’re already halfway there.” Taehyung shrugged. He ran his index finger along the skin of your midriff exposed by your crop top. Reaching your belly button, he dragged his finger downwards until he landed on the zipper of your shorts. “Don’t act like you’re not desperate. The way you were hanging all over that guy said enough.”

“Fuck off,” you said in an exhale. You made no effort to push him out of the way; this was one of many mistakes.

“Hmm…” You practically felt the baritone vibration of Taehyung contemplating your comment, the hum rumbling from his throat. “Okay.” He took a step back and sunk onto your bed with his camera resting beside him.

“What do you mean, okay?” You closed the gap he’d created and stared down at him with your hands on your hips. “You can’t just say okay.”

The tiniest of smirks lifted the corner of Taehyung’s mouth, but he held it in as best he could. Controlling his eyes was another thing; he let his gaze travel the length of your body. “Am I not giving you what you wanted?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

You opened your mouth, but immediately snapped it shut. Taehyung leaned back on his palms with his broad chest on display and his legs spread. How had you ended up standing between them? He tilted his head up slightly jutting his chin out at you while his eyes continued to examine you. Dissect you. His gaze felt razor sharp on your searing skin.

“Just admit it. You want me. It’s obvious how I affect you.” You felt your stomach flip as Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, though a few curls decided to bounce back over his forehead. “One simple kiss and you’d be begging for me.”

You absolutely did not want him. Had you thought about what those piercing eyes would look like from between your thighs? Maybe. But who hadn’t?! It was a natural consequence of being “friends” with Taehyung.

“You’re an idiot.” Another glare was shot his way when the stupid smirk returned.

“Prove it then. Prove you don’t care.”

If there was anything you hated more than this idiot, it was being doubted. Fuck this guy for wasting your time, invading your space, and then insulting you in your own house.

“If you tell anyone about this I’ll cut your balls off,” you hissed.

“I’m so scared,” Taehyung said with a lick of his lips. You wanted to smack that mischievous glint out of his eyes. Hell, you should have. But instead you were determined to knock him off his high horse. If you weren’t going to get into a physical altercation, you were going to fuck up his ego.

Shoving Taehyung backwards so he was once again leaning on his palms, you climbed into his lap with your hands gripping his shoulders. Before he could say anything else stupid, you brought your lips to his and tried not think about how many things had been in his mouth.

It was clear that Taehyung was trying to prove a point because he immediately began to devour you. His hands flew up to grip your ass to pull you tight against him, making your hands slide forward so you now had your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Biting down on your bottom lip he coaxed your mouth open to slip his tongue inside. You shivered at the taste of him, sweet like the grapefruit soju he’d been drinking. Distracted by him licking at your mouth, you gasped when you felt Taehyung buck into you. He forced your hips to rock against him and spread your thighs even further apart as you straddled him.

Eventually Taehyung broke the kiss and you welcomed the opportunity to breathe. His lips ghosted yours, the two of you panting heavily against each other’s mouths. He kept a firm hold of your ass while he guided you to continue grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. Every drag of his zipper against your core provided enough friction to alert you that you were soaked through your underwear. All because of a guy you’d swore you weren’t affected by.

The reminder of why this was even fucking happening made you let go of Taehyung’s shoulders and lean back slightly. What the fuck.

“You did that way too eagerly,” he snickered once you pulled away.

“Shut up.” You reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair to tug it out of annoyance because apparently Taehyung tore down your maturity level to that of an elementary student. The moan that came out of his mouth made you freeze. He stared into your eyes with his soft lips parted and all you could hear was his erratic breathing and the pounding of your heart in your head. “Looks like you’re affected by me.”

As if you weren’t an absolute mess in your pants right now. But he didn’t need to know that.

“I never said I wasn’t.” The intensity of his gaze was too much for you, but looking away felt like surrendering. “Are you going to admit defeat now?”

“You’re insane,” you scoffed, determined to hold his gaze.

Taehyung broke first. He let go of your waist and brought his hand forward to press his thumb hard against your clit through your shorts. You instinctively tightened your hold on his hair, tugging slightly. The action pulled another moan out of Taehyung and it was impossible for you to hide the way you grinded against his hand.

“You want me. Just admit it.”

“No,” you snapped. Taehyung raised his eyebrows as though he was shocked by your determination. You were not giving in, no matter what your body wanted.

Even if he pulled down the zipper of your shorts. Even if he tugged on the waistband of your underwear. Even if he squeezed his hand inside your underwear to drag his fingers through your arousal.

“Admit it.”

Your breath hitched when you heard the wet squelch of Taehyung teasing your entrance and rolling his fingers against your clit. You couldn’t speak for fear a moan instead of words might fall out of your mouth, so you merely shook your head.

Wrapping his other arm around your waist, Taehyung bucked into you at the same time he slipped two fingers inside of you. The force with which you bit your bottom lip to keep quiet was enough to shoot pain through your nerves. Seeing you like that and feeling your thighs tremble against his told Taehyung everything he needed to know.

But he wanted you to say it.

“Come on, Y/N,” he cooed a soft whisper in your ear. He curled his fingers, pressing your front wall until he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his biceps. “Just admit it and I’ll give you what you want.”

He quickened his pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you with enough force to rock you back and forth in his lap, all the while his dark eyes locked on yours.

“You’re a piece of shit,” you attempted to hiss but your voice broke into a loud whimper. Taehyung grinned and gave you one final thrust into your g-spot before he watched you arch into him, eyes closed and head thrown back as you moaned his name. He leaned back slightly to give him the perfect angle to snatch up his camera. You thought the bright light was probably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life quite literally making you blind, but your pleasure quickly turned into a pterodactyl screech.

“KIM TAEHYUNG WHAT THE FUCK!” You lunged for the camera, but he held it above your head and your legs were still too shaky to do much of anything. “Did you just fucking take a picture of me while I… while I…” You beat against his chest.

“You looked too good not to immortalize the moment,” Satan himself said with a laugh, absorbing your punches with the cockiness of the most horrible person in the world. “If you want to try for a better shot, I still have five photos left on this film.”

“I’m going to fucking murder you.”

“Sure, you can murder me. I’ll die happy now.” You felt weak in the knees once again when Taehyung popped his fingers, wet with your cum, into his mouth to suck clean. “Or you could admit that you want me and I’ll split you open the way you deserve.”

Fuck.

You were in big trouble.

Taehyung’s cocky grin disappeared as you eased back down into his lap, replaced with a look of determined lust that clouded his lidded eyes. At this point, it wasn’t about admitting that he turned you on or that you wanted him. At this point, you needed him.

“Say it and I’m yours,” he whispered. Goosebumps bloomed across your skin as he ran his hands up your sides, pushing your crop top up as he went. You lifted your arms to allow him to pull it off of you. He sucked his teeth when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra and immediately brought his mouth to your nipple. You let out a soft moan when Taehyung flicked his tongue against it, swirling a circle until it was erect and he was satisfied enough to move to the other.

“Fuck you, Taehyung.” You clawed at his t-shirt, less gentle in your approach as you ripped it over his head. Next your fingers flew to unbutton his jeans. “I admit it, okay? Are you happy now?” Frustration made your movements frantic and you tugged Taehyung’s pants down as hard as you could, barely giving him time to maneuver around you to lift his hips.

“Admit what?” He planted a hot kiss against your throat to muffle the deep moan that rumbled in his throat when you finally held his cock in your hand.

“I need you, fuck!” You shimmied out of your shorts and shoved Taehyung onto his back. “Why are you such a fucking dick?”

You grabbed his cock a bit too aggressively and Taehyung briefly watched his life flash before his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed you so hard. Though he quickly got over it, hips bucking into your hand while he watched you spit on the tip and let it run down his shaft, slow and sweet.

“Took you long enou-” Taehyung gasped when you rubbed his cock along your pussy, quickly coating him so you could sink onto his cock until your clit rubbed against his abdomen when you leaned forward. The stretch was enough that you probably should have eased yourself onto him a bit slower to avoid the head of his cock piercing your cervix the way it had, but at this point you were too pissed off to give a shit. He lifted his head to watch you roll your hips on him, the twisting sensation making his cock pulse inside you.

“Holy fuck.” Taehyung dropped his head back onto the mattress and dug his fingers into the sheets as you began to fuck yourself on him. Sure, he’d promised to fuck you good, but you had absolutely no patience for whatever he was willing to give you. You picked up the pace, one hand squeezing his shoulder for support while the other dragged your nails down the length of his chest. You may have dug into him a bit deeper than you needed to, but the red streaks you left on his skin were more than satisfying.

“Don’t even think about taking a picture of this,” you muttered through clenched teeth. That sweet, hot buildup of pleasure rippling through your abdomen was starting to get more and more unbearable, but you needed to know that the little creep wasn’t going to ruin a good orgasm for you by playing paparazzi again.

Taehyung whimpered, shaking his head frantically. “I swear, oh fuck. I s-swear I won’t.”

His babbling was both pathetic and cute, and you prayed he didn’t bust a nut before you got to. To have Kim Taehyung writhing beneath you with that tight little waist and bulging biceps, all to have him cum first?? No fucking way.

“Good boy,” you snickered and Taehyung practically lost it right there.

“You’re insane,” he huffed, closing his eyes once he felt you tighten around him. “Fucking insane.”

You wanted to bitch him out some more because you definitely weren’t the insane one here, as if he hadn’t toyed with you only to immediately give in once you gave him a taste of his own medicine. But you let it go as you felt that sweet buildup in you finally snap. “Fuck, Taehyung,” you moaned, feeling his hands come up to grab your waist to guide you on top of him as he fucked you through your orgasm and your movements began to falter. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to finally reach his release; you weren’t interested in overstimulation after the sweaty, horny mess he’d made of you.

Leaning your forehead into his shoulder, you let your body go limp on top of Taehyung as the two of you caught your breath.

“Don’t fuck with me anymore,” you threatened, though the post-orgasm shakiness of your voice didn’t make you sound very convincing.

“I can fuck you again, though, right?”

You lifted your head to see that fucking grin again and groaned, dropping your face into his neck again. “Maybe.”

“Are you down for nudes next time?”

“Don’t fucking push your luck, dickhead.” Your body jiggled as Taehyung laughed. There was the cocky Taehyung once again, the one you oh so loved. Something told you if there was a next time you wouldn’t have it so easy.

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Mahabharat characaters on Social Media: pt.2

Pt. 1.

Karna

INTERNET REVOLUTIONIST

He developed an app that teaches martial arts and other fighting styles basics to those who can't afford the classes.

History nerd who regularly posts ramble about the different types of discrimination that happened in different cultures from 5000BC India to 17th century slave trade.

Cameos regularly on Duryodhan's gym videos as his "gym bro" (ahem ahem and they were gym bros) (oh my god they were gym bros)

Duryodhan

Fitness influencer but it's actually just him trying to beat Bheem's records.

"that's funny, brother. I recently just posted a video of me picking up 100kgs with one hand and now you're doing that too." "Yeah it must, we must have got the same idea. Did Arjun give you your idea? Because I got mine from Karna." "*Squints eyes*"

Gets dragged into Dushashan's podcast very often.

After a specifically homie erotic video with karna, fans started commenting non stop "so we all know he's bi, right?" So he made a video in reply saying "nooo haha I have a girlfriend bhanumati haha karna is totally my friend" and then they comment "we didn't say anything about Karna." He never addressed those comments after that.

Dushashan

PODCAST GUY. MYSOGYNISTIC "ALPHA MALE" PODCAST GUY.

His role model is Andrew Tate.

Will always ask Duryodhan to come to his podcast as a guest, doesn't take no for an answer.

Dushashan: so like. Women. Like they are so obviously made— like their bodies have evolved to nurture children and take care of the home. They should stay at home and keep it nice and clean for their alpha male, who is their provider and protector.

Duryodhan, closeted bisexual and thinking of Karna's thighs: Woof— I mean true.

Vikarna

Sweetie pie. Absolute babygirl.

When he revealed that he was also a kaurav brother, he was mass reported over five different platforms for spreading misinformation until he proved that it's actually true.

He's just obedient and does what his two elder brothers say and people think he's just like them because of it

Editor for Dushala's videos.

He's the fan favourite Kaurav.

Dushala

Vlogger. Huge YouTube personality. Storytimes.

Channel is basically "my life as a younger sister of a 101 brothers"

Her vlog series of "Keeping Up With The Kauravas" is famous all over the country.

Posts random snippets of her brother's lives.

Once posted a short of Dushasan picking his nose that went viral and got a whole episode of "The Harsh Truth About Having Women In Your Family" on his podcast.

Ashwatthama

Cunt.

You could say the nicest thing to him and he'd still take it the wrong way.

Thinks he's gonna be a politician. (He isn't. He never will. Everyone hates him.)

Occasional gym video with Duryodhana.

His fans know. The way he looks at Dury, the fans know.

Keeps getting his account hacked but all the people do is rid the world of his treacherous content.

Note:- in my AU, the Kauravas aren't siblings from the same mother but very close knit cousins from a huge joint family.

#mahabharat #madhav tv #star plus mahabharat #mahabharata #incorrect mahabharat quotes #mahabharat memes #starbharat #hindu memes #hindu mythology memes #hindu epics

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Her Song | Eddie Munson x f!reader

TW/CW: slight mention of sexual activity.

You’d wondered if accepting the responsibility of opening for one of your favorite bands was worth it anymore. A choice that had initially had you choking on butterflies of excitement now left you remorseful and regretful.

Not regretful for who’ve you met and the wonderful opportunities you’ve had along the way, but regretful for who’ve you made angry. It’s not like you were there first anyways.

Chrissy was.

Chrissy Cunningham. America’s newest skinny, tan, blonde model. She had a body sculpted by the Gods, and Eddie’s sultry lyrics in his greatest hit was a constant reminder of that. Despite the fact that they broken up, you’d felt as if she never really left. The riffs to her song were ingrained in the strings of his beloved guitar, “Sweetheart,” and you’d been left wondering if you’d feel better after stealing it and replacing the strings yourself. His vocal cords and soft lips danced in harmony, performing “Midnight Blondie” night after night.

It was a song about their unbridled passion in the bedroom. All of her perfections, her taste, her eyes, her everything.

And you’d have to listen to it. You. Not a model, but a musician. Not perfect, but rough around the edges. No sleek hair, but wild and spiky. Not perfect makeup where it should be, all the sweat and emotion of performing had always left your lipstick smeared, cheeks flushed, and eye makeup running. Not a body fit for modeling, your tattoos would all be in the way. You were her opposite, and of course you were. You didn’t have a song.

But little known to Eddie, he had a million. A lot of the material you performed with your band “H/C and the Banshees” was inspired by your inability to tear your heart shaped eyes away from your rockstar boyfriend. You felt like a pathetic puppy, and your bandmates started to take notice.

“Y/N, why don’t you just talk to him? Tell him that he needs to retire that song. We’re all sick of hearing it y’know.” F/N said. At their voice, you startled, moving your somber eyes to look at your friend.

“Because. I can’t.” It had been something you’d been trying to come to terms with. “I see the comments his fans leave. They miss that good girl and bad boy vibe from Chrissy and Eddie. I came into the picture and now I wish I hadn’t.” A tear rolled down your cheek as your throat closed up and nose burned. “I-I just can’t.” You ferociously wiped your tears away, not one to normally cry. Especially not in front of others.

“Dude, it doesn’t matter what the ‘fans’ think.” They emphasized with finger quotes, “if those cretins actually support him then they’d want him to be with someone who makes him happy, and you know there’s more support than hate out there. You’re a match made in Heaven. Or Hell, whichever you prefer.” They sat beside you backstage, rubbing your back gently. The soothing gesture almost made you cry more.

“I can’t….now……but, maybe I will soon.” Is all you could really say. You couldn’t voice that you weren’t sure if you were the one that truly made him happy. Not like she did.

“You can do it. I’ve never doubted you in my life, and I’m not starting now.” They smiled warmly at you, causing the corners of your lips to pluck up a bit.

“Yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes playfully, smiling a little wider.

But it still didn’t reach your eyes.

The concert was over, and after chilling in the dressing rooms backstage and getting a bite to eat at the best rated restaurant nearby, you’d have to pile into your tour bus and head to the next destination, where within another beautiful theater, you’d have to listen to that damn song you hated with your whole being.

In order to kickstart the rest of the night, you set off for your dressing room, hoping the sooner you got there, the sooner you could eat and leave another “Midnight Blondie” tainted venue. Perhaps it was a mistake to do so, as the minute you shut the door that had your name plastered on it, you broke down once more.

It’s not like you were jealous. No, jealously would imply that you had competition, and you felt you stood no chance against a literal supermodel. You kicked over your chair and plummeted onto the velvet couch sat against the wall.

The door suddenly bursted open with a palpable excitable energy.

“Hey sweets! Holy shit. It was crazy out there. Did you hear them cheering? They were louder than the last….crowd……sweets?” All at once, Eddie’s boisterous nature had left like a spirit leaving the dead. “Honey, what’s wrong?” His eyebrows morphed into that of concern, and he rushed to the couch, to you. Wrapping his arm around you, trying to comfort you, but it truly only made it feel worse.

“Yeah Eddie. I heard.” You said shortly, your voice dripping with sadness as your face dripped with tears. “You did great.” You tried to walk back the initial anger you felt. It wasn’t his fault.

“Sweetheart, tell me what’s the matter. Did you get heckled or something?” He craned his neck to meet your eyes with his. You’d began to wonder if he had some sort of superpower held within those chocolate eyes. Every gaze of concern was like a truth serum shot, and you’d give in every time.

Well almost.

“Nothing. I’m fine. I’m just, like, homesick or whatever.” That was obviously a lie. You didn’t really have a home. He looked at you with that, ‘really?’ expression. Yes. Really.

“Look, I know I’m not exactly a genius, but I think I can tell when my girlfriend is lying.” He smiled softly in an attempt to make you smile back.

Suddenly, you exploded. “Eddie. I hate that song you always sing.” Instantly, you felt rotten.

He was obviously taken aback at this. What song? Which of them didn’t you like? His fans loved a lot of them, and while he had a flop every now and then, what artist didn’t?

“Think about it.” You encouraged snidely, seeing the thoughts fizzle out.

And then the gears in his head started turning. The pieces to the puzzle started falling into place.

Ever since you guys got together and started touring, your music would get progressively more angry. Of course it always had an edge, your voice was one of the first things he fell in love with, but lately it was just different. He assumed you were just trying out a new sound, but you strained your voice as if your heart was strained just the same. You’d be happy up until the crowd’s cries for encores. And when he gave into the crowd, he’d notice that post-performance euphoria dissipate.

It was Chrissy’s song. And holy shit. He was a fucking idiot.

“I-I’m sorry! Shit. I fucked up.” He panicked, more to himself, “I fucked up bad. Y/N I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” How could he be so stupid? His current girlfriend’s band opened for his, and then she’d have to sit through his whole concert until he sang a song dedicated to his ex. More so his ex’s body. He felt slimey.

“It’s okay, I just-“

“No! It’s not! Y/N you mean so much to me. I’ve never met anyone like you before. To be honest, I’ve written like a shit ton of songs about you. About everything about you. But I never play them because I’m afraid you won’t like them. They need to be perfect because you’re so fucking perfect.” He looked absolutely desperate now.

“But I’m not her.” You looked so deeply into his eyes when you said those words, his heart felt like thin ice you were carefully walking across. He’d let you down.

“And I never want you to be. I’m with you now, and I’m with you for a reason.”

Your heart stopped for a second, you’re sure of that. “Do you really mean that? I just feel like everyone wishes you were still with her.”

“Are you kidding?! Fuck them. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Never have, never will. Well, except you.” He added, smiling, and you laughed in response. He held you tighter. “Y/N, I’m never playing that song again. It doesn’t mean anything to me. You’re worth more to me than cheers from a crowd. I’d rather hear the whole world go silent.”

Jesus. You were a sucker for Eddie Munson. And how could you not be when he said shit like that?

“You’re a dork. I love you.” You rolled your eyes, sniffling slightly. What else could you say? You were speechless. More of a singer than a talker.

“And I love you more. So guess what? I’m going to write the best fucking love song ever dedicated to you. It’ll make everyone have heart attacks with how romantic it is.” He held your shoulders in his hands, pushing you away from him in order to make eye contact, assuring that his word is truth.

And it was.

#fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things

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avatar-thewayofincorrectquotes · 1 year

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sully kids modern!au headcanons

Neteyam:

he/him pronouns

bi with a preference for men

loves listening to hozier and prolly dua lipa

eat your young is his song rn

runs track, but has done archery since he was younger with Neytiri

also did rock climbing for a bit

a rock climbing god

def has good grades, like a’s and b’s

super good at English and history

reads for fun and sometimes plays video games with Lo’ak

hates shooting games tho

will not play stuff like COD

for sure had braces and as soon as he got them off, all the girls started flirting with him

he lets them down easy

genuinely enjoys looking after Tûk

Tsireya is absolutely his best friend and they do face masks and listen to kpop together

a pretty good cook, but is better at making simple stuff from babysitting Tûk

got a septum piercing during senior year but doesn’t wear it at home bc Jake would be mad

Neytiri knows

she thinks it’s sick

Jake wants him to join ROTC but it’s the one thing he won’t do

is the only kid who consistently calls Jake sir

kind of looks up to Spider bc Spider is a year ahead of him in school

started dating Ao’nung junior year

Kiri:

she/they pronouns

pansexual(?) or unlabeled

kind of likes kpop bc of Tsireya, but like religiously listens to Sza and Mitski

doesn’t play any sports, but takes some art classes

she draws on her biology notes

takes botanical drawing classes

super good at science, particularly biology

good grades, mostly a’s and b’s

reads sometimes but prefers to hang out on her phone while Neteyam reads

is always in her sibling’s rooms

Lo’ak is always yelling at her to get out of his room

has, like, a million plants, but not a single one of them is dying

kind of a loner at school, but just hangs out with Spider and sometimes her siblings and Tsireya

Tûk used to drive her crazy, but now Kiri gets that Tûk just looks up to her

goes to visit her mom every weekend

has pierced ears but never really wears earrings

she wants a nose piercing so badly that she is considering doing it herself

she says she hates that Lo’ak sometimes calls her his twin

she secretly likes it

it makes her feel included

like she’s not adopted

is extremely aware of the fact that Rotxo likes her but refuses to make the first move

they start dating in junior year

Lo’ak:

he/him pronouns (or maybe he/they)

i feel like he might try out they/them pronouns at one point

bi with preference for women

in my bi Lo’ak era

used to do archery with Neteyam and Neytiri but kind of hated it so he stopped going

started playing basketball in middle school and is like, super good

Jake is always at his games embarrassing him by yelling at the ref

honestly pretty good at school

he just doesn’t like it that much so he doesn’t want to try

for some reason, i see him being really good at math

has mostly b’s because he has to maintain a good average to play sports

plays video games a lot but will always switch from first person shooters to something else if Neteyam wants to play

hangs out with Neteyam all the time bc Neteyam is his role model

he will never admit that Neteyam is his role model

(Neteyam knows. Lo’ak did a project in sixth grade on role models and wrote his whole essay about his older brother. Neteyam found it and keeps it in his desk.)

wants to be like Jake and gets frustrated when Jake can’t see that

they fight a lot, but when Lo’ak gets older they have a heart to heart and their relationship gets better

absolutely adores Tûk

pretends he doesn’t

100% listens to rap music in public but secretly loves kpop, particularly twice

him and Tsireya started dating their freshman year

is always showing up to school with his nails painted bc Tsireya insisted on doing them

wears mascara bc he likes having long eyelashes

Kiri pierced his ears in their bathroom in junior year

Tûk:

she/her

she’s eight so she hasn’t really thought about sexuality related stuff yet

loves her family!

always wants to hang out with Jake and Neytiri bc she thinks the adults are cool

they spoil her to no end

when the parents aren’t around, she bothers Neteyam

loves to tease Kiri about Rotxo

enjoys showing up right when Lo’ak and Tsireya are about to kiss and asks them inane questions

Tsireya thinks it’s cute

Lo’ak yells at her to go away

does swim classes on Saturday mornings and Ao’nung is her swim teacher

that’s actually how Neteyam and Ao’nung formally met

Tûk was instrumental in getting them together

also plays soccer after school three days a week

good at school, but prefers going on field trips bc she likes learning by doing stuff

begs Jake to chaperone her field trips

she is the reason that Jake and Neytiri accept Spider bc she bothered them for days to let him move in with them

genuinely the sweetest most adorable child

has an iPad and enjoys playing subway surfers and those toca boca games

she makes Lo’ak play with her bc she knows he enjoys video games and thinks that it’s a way to get him to hang out with her

(at first Lo’ak didn’t know that that was why she was doing it, but Neteyam told him and now he pretends to complain but loves the toca boca hairstyling game. he downloaded it on his phone.)

has an easy bake oven and ‘cooks’ for Jake

he pretends to eat it but feeds it to the dog

(the dog usually vomits later.)

Spider:

he/him pronouns

straight, but absolutely a very supportive ally

raised by Norm bc his mom and Norm were friends when they were younger

the sullys and Norm were neighbors for Spider’s whole life so he spent a lot of time over there

at first, Jake and Neytiri didn’t like him, but eventually warmed up to him

this was bc of the kids

obviously

moved in with the Sullys when he was 14 bc Norm was moving

pretty good grades, mostly has b’s

does rock climbing and is super good at it

used to go to the climbing gym with Neteyam but now goes by himself

when his dad retired from the military, Quaritch wanted Spider to move in with him

Spider compromised and visits Quaritch every other weekend instead

tries to balance the oldest sibling responsibilities with Neteyam

genuinely cares for the sully kids so much

lets Lo’ak vent to him about Jake

Kiri is always ranting to him about her crystals and plants and stuff and he just loves listening to her

he is a super good listener in general

takes Tûk to soccer bc she practices at an indoor field and it’s at the same place as the climbing gym

plays video games with Lo’ak all the time

was homeschooled until high school

bc of that he’s pretty good at science and technology stuff bc that’s what Norm and Max know the most about

sucks at English and history and gets tutored by Neteyam

so caring and genuine

all he wants in life is to be the best big brother and be accepted into the family

the day that he goes off to college, Neytiri hugs him and tells him that she is thankful he is her son

he cries so hard

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If my OC was Canon what God Awful Fandom Hot Takes would their be for them?

Ohhh what do you think they would perceive Aldreda/Alicent?

Not the ask I expected, & I'll be honest I've thought about this more with the Roycegaryens, so it took a minute but I think I've got a good thought process going here. I'm gonna tackle it first with Aldreda herself, because I think that's a lot of important context, & then I'll talk about Aldricent. [Also, content warnings for below the cut: mentions of sexual abuse, discussions of violence, mentions of emotona abuse, general unhinged fandom bs]

Aldreda would be fucking divisive. There's no way around it, I know she would be. Because she's only Gender Weird & not a man, she'd get viewed more negatively than someone like Daemon or Aemond, who are also divisive in their own ways but get more positive attention. She has all the makings of getting seen like a girlboss (she fights & raids, all her hobbies are masculine, she's “sexually liberated”), but she has way too much grit to get boiled down to that unless you want to be really fucking delusional (& trust, I know a lot of fans of HOTD are/can be because of how young a lot of them skew). She's mean & petty, early on in her arc she pretty obviously objectifies other women (regardless of how nice & respectful by comparison she is), she revels in violence if she's the cause of it, & she really quickly turncloaks in The Dance because wrong place/wrong time & getting captured & offered the position of Aegon’s Master of Ships in exchange for her & her remaining men's lives (nevermind she personally was determined to be neutral/wasn't really engaging with the war before getting conscripted by Team Green). Because she's not easily sanitizable & on the less popular side of the war, she wouldn't be getting any favors from a lot of fandom. And that's not even touching on how, like, way hard-core Team Green stans would feel about her, I cannot even fathom if it would be positive or negative (if anyone has thoughts there lmk, I'm curious).

So, just in general Aldreda would be getting hot takes about how she's not really one of the Ironborn & making up all kind of shit about honor & doing a disservice to her whole House & culture (like Sansa got/gets about Not Really Being Northern), & about how she should have either let herself get killed or have somehow murdered her way out of being surrounded by trained soldiers who'd disarmed her & were literally only leaving her unharmed/unacosted because they watched her rip a man's ear off with her teeth. Really vindictive Aldreda antis would come out with hot takes about her deserving all the emotional neglect & emotional incest & sexual abuse from her backstory & how it should have been worse, or that she should have “shut up & married her cousin instead of getting involved in the war & sticking her nose where it doesn't belong/betraying Rhaenyra [whom she has never fucking met].” There'd probably be a pretty vocal minority that ships her with her abuser/cousin just because he's “hot & possessive,” & that is a very rancid hot take. People would victim blame her & also claim she was the direct reason her murdered/not dead by happenstance brothers got murdered.

Aldricent, I don't think, would be super popular outside of tumblr. Like, Aldricent just is for the tumblrinas because it's “becoming less toxic yuri marriage arc,” & that would speak to the tumblr-flavor-chronically-online girlies (gender neutral).

I approach this next bit as a Rhaenicent Enjoyer, but a lot of hate for Aldricent would come from there, imo. Aldreda would get called “bargain bin Rhaenyra” due to the places their stories kinda overlap, & depending on which bias you approached the ship from would determine your hot take from there. It'd either be “Alicent is replacing Rhaenyra with Aldreda who's a lesser model, & she'd probably leave her in a heartbeat if she came to her senses & started supporting her girlboss one true love” or “Aldreda is sexually manipulating Alicent & is literally only one step above Larys or Viserys due to her issues/trauma surrounding female sexuality that she's obviously never going to grow from/improve upon. Criston should kill her.” Before the growth arc, there'd probably be hot takes/jokes about Alicent being a pillow princess & finally getting to nut, & some of them would probably come from a good place, but it's still a Bad Hot Take to me because Alicent's lack of active participation the first time they fuck is an Aldreda choice.

There'd probably also be hot takes about which one of them is fixing the other with their magic, problem solving pussy or w/e, because that's how relationships work 🙄 (whoever you think is fixing the other is determined by who you like more &/or whoever you think is worse, I suppose. Pick your poison/bad take).

#asks #oc: aldreda farwynd

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A rant about Loki - Where Mischief Lies

Loki - Where Mischief Lies is probably one of my favorite Loki contents, the book portrays this young Loki and a bit of his life in Odin’s court, it dives deep in his magic and how he feels growing up as a sorcerer in a warrior’s society, it also shows his relationship with Amora, who in the story is Karnilla’s apprentice and heir to the throne of Nornheim, Karnilla is the Norn Queen and Odin’s royal sorceress.

I think I love the book so much because Mackenzie Lee (the author) is not afraid to explain to the readers what’s going on inside Loki’s head. Sometimes I feel like I'm reading some meta analysis of the character (and I mean that as a compliment!), she really understands Loki, what his motivations are and portrays him as this charming young boy who’s so insecure about who he is but is so eager to please his father, to prove himself worthy of the title of prince of Asgard, to impress Amora, to be a good sorcerer, to be a good soldier, a good son, he is just desperate for someone to see his value, even though he doesn’t see any value in himself.

The book is supposed to show us who Loki was before he became the villain of the Avengers, before he embraced his role as a antagonist and in my opinion it does a really good job on that, we see how reluctant he is to accept that in the beginning of the story, but by the end he is sadly ready to take the mantle of The Villain and to become the awful man everyone around him assumes him to be.

Right at the beginning of the story we see a boy who lives under the pressure of being a son of Odin and a prince of Asgard, Loki says at some point:

“He wished he could afford not to care, not to feel like everything he did right or wrong was ticked off in a corresponding column and kept on file for the day Odin would name either him or Thor as the heir to the Asgardian crown.”.

Now, that is a lot of pressure for someone to grow up under, and this bit is specially heartbreaking to me because we as an audience know that Odin has no intents to put Loki in the throne of Asgard, but the boy feels like he has the responsibility to prove himself worthy of the throne, he feels like he is failing his father and his people and he is also so immensely alone, he has no friends in court until Amora arrives and no one in Asgard has a good opinion on her. Loki is very clearly in love with her, I find so sweet the way he describes how he feels when around her, he’s like this teen awkwardly in love for the first time, he sees her as a model of perfection, he wants to be like her, she is everything he ever dreamed to be: confident, skilled with magic, strong, witty and funny.

There's a few moments where he talks about himself and we can see that the self loathing is strong, he despises all the things that make him him and would gladly throw it all away if it meant he could become Asgard’s “ideal prince”, wich by the way is Thor, that’s it, in Loki’s opinion (and apparently in Asgard’s opinion) Thor is the perfect prince, he is blonde, muscular, strong, and an excellent warrior, Loki even says:

“The gods could not have handcrafted a more obvious model of kingship than Thor”.

Loki praises him (not out loud of course) for his appearance and describes himself as

“the scraps of (Thor’s) silhouette, the part that was discarded on the workshop floor to be swept up and tossed into the fire—thin and pale, with a hooked nose and black hair that hung flat to the nape of his neck, where it flipped into an unflattering curl. While Thor’s skin bronzed in the sun so that he seemed made of armor, Loki was pale as milk, and soured just as easily.”

It’s very clear Loki does not think much of himself, he hates pretty much everything that makes him unique and is very sad to see how desperate he is to fit in, to belong. We see his desperation when he talks about Amora arriving at court, he says he had never interacted with another sorcerer besides his mother and states that he thought of Amora as an equal, someone just like him. In his first conversation with her we can see clearly how unsure of himself he is, he wants to be more confident and open but fears she’ll not find him interesting enough to talk to him:

“He wanted to sit beside her, but somehow that felt too presumptuous, a bold assumption that he was interesting enough for her to want around.”

That almost seems like another character entirely, right? Imagine Loki from the MCU, that arrogant man who treated everyone else as being beneath him as a shy, insecure teenager who was scared the girl he had a crush on would not want to talk to him. That’s why I love that book so much, it shows who Loki really was before adopting the persona of the God of Mischief. The way he describes some of their interactions is literally so sweet and relatable, he really was just a boy in love with the new girl in town, there’s a bit where they’re in the gardens and this happens:

“Loki sank down beside her, close enough that their knees pressed together. Even through the hazy gloom lingering from his conversation with Thor, an electric shiver went through him when she didn’t pull away from his touch. No matter how small that touch was.”

This is so sweet, he is so in love with her, is so shy and insecure, he is always nervous when around her, always trying to hide things she would consider weaknesses, it’s clear he considers himself to be weak, as i said before he despises himself and all of his particularities.

He is also always seeing other people as being superior to him, is always looking down on himself and trying to be someone else, someone he thinks is who he should be. He wants to be accepted so bad, he wants to be loved, wants to know that he belongs in his family, wants to be just a good prince as Thor is, wants to feel seen by his father, this may sound silly but he just wants attention, he is tired of feeling inadequate, he is desperate for Odin to acknowledge his value and to consider him worthy of his attention.

Loki is almost obsessed with his father, everything he does he does to impress him, sadly he never succeeds, each time he creates a scheme to praise Odin he fails and his opinion on Loki only gets worse, Odin starts to see Loki as this corrupted man with darkness in his soul, with an evil and calculating nature and a danger to Asgard.

What he fails to realize is that Loki at his core is just (as Mobius himself put in the series) a scared little boy, he needs guidance and validation from the person he considers the most, he depends so much on Odin’s opinion of him, he lets it define who he is, he is not strong enough to stand up against this perception of himself, probably because he hasn’t got a single friend, no one he can be vulnerable with without fear of judgment, he bears his burden alone and is nearly falling apart under the weight of everything he has on his shoulders, he really needs someone he can be real with, but he probably will never feel comfortable enough with anyone to let his guard down.

He doesn’t even allow himself to be in love, when he realizes he’s starting to become too fond with people he immediately pushes them back, he puts on the act of the cold, bad guy, but at the same time he is desperate for connection, contradictory fellow innit?

Loki struggles with his need for love and acceptance and the fear of showing his true colors to people around him, he views himself as weak and he’s not willing to show weakness to anyone, he needs a friend he can be real with (and I feel the Loki series has hit the nail in the head with Mobius, he is exactly the kind of friend Loki needs), a friend who sees the man behind the mask of villainy and is willing to accept Loki for who he is.

I couldn’t help but feel impotent reading the book because at some parts you really wants to jump on the pages and hold him close to you, whilst telling him everything will be okay and that he is enough, that his worth is not tied to Odin perspective of him and that he is capable of doing everything he ever dreamed and more.

Well, that was quite a long post, sorry if I talked too much, this book is so important to me as a Loki fan, I could rant about it for hours!

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Season 5 wrap up. Season 5 and 4 comparison

As you all probably know by now I like s5 more than s4, for pretty obvious reasons if you've read my s4 thoughts

Things season 5 did better than season 4:

Sirenix and Harmonix make more logical sense than Believix. Forms from outside sources have not been done before and having be given by a higher power makes more sense than suddenly forms can be influenced by how much people on a particular planet believe in magic. It makes even more sense once you remember that Earth is in the Magical fucking Dimension and that Earth not having magic is a fluke

No seriously who the fuck discovered Believix in the magical dimension and HOW?

Lack of love and pet and other stupid jobs

The romance drama was less stupid. Like yes it's VERY stupid and I hate it, but Stella being mad because she thought Brandon was insulting her fashion design makes marginally more sense than what ever the fuck was going on with Mitzi. It's like that for all of them except Skloom, like it's marginally less stupid and brain numbing

Musa is snarky again!!!! God bless!!!! And Riven is acting like a natural continuation of his s2 self, extreme stupidity and inability to read social ques and all!! My babies are back!

Completely irrelevant plot central characters did not happen. At least fucking Krystal tried to heal Sky, that more that I can say about Andy's bitch ass

Does Roy count? I can remember like three scenes he was in, he is a minor character

Tritannus has an actual personality and with some minor tweaks could be genuinely compelling, I cannot say the same for the Wizards of no personality

No secondary antagonists that are objectively better than the main ones and make me want to tear my hair out because I want to see more of them, but it does forget that Diana exists during the lilo so there's that

The civilian outfits were better. There still bad but there not s4's civilian outfits sooo

The Selkies are plot relevant unlike some pets I can't be bothered to remember

The tone of the season was FAR more consistent. Like s4 fucking was so childish than nose dived into Nabu's death, but everything in s5 didn't feel like tonal whiplash

Less transformations. Two is still annoying but it's BETTER THAN FUCKING THREE

At least they had to fucking earn the extra transformations and there's no hand out faries

All the girls got something to do in s5, they all at least got one plotline or big moment. Name either of those things for s4 Flora. You can't because they don't exist

Is not still on fucking earth. Yes very earth centered but we get to see a bunch of fun new locations

The girls and specialists do not act like units with hiveminds

Season 5 actually expanded on how magic on earth would look and that's neat

Tritannus's powers are stupid but at least there explained

The relationship between Tritannus and Icy is more believable than anything between the Wizards of the Black circle, I'm so sorry

Actually let's the next form come without shitting on the previous one

Things season 4 did better than season 5:

NO YOU SONS OF BITCHES LET THEM BE ADULTS!!!!

At least s4 had the decency to say Nabu was just sleeping

No fairy on fairy violence :'((, those girlies in the rainbow mantel ep didn't even get to transform

The earth faries were majorly compelling and have a really interesting motivation, none of the s5 villains are like that

Icy has less stage presence than the FUCKING WIZARDS OF THE BLACK CIRCLE THIS IS FUCKING CRIME

Oh dear god why is Diaspro here why is the continuity in FLAMES

Convergence can do anything, part 2, but worst this time

Letting magical women be queens, Nereus < Tressa

The pendant thing is objectively stupider Sky's Andy drama in s4, it's less stupid than Rivusa nonsense in s4 tho

Diaspro was fucking ridiculous tho

I fully believe that s4 would give mutant main characters different character models

Why does s5 have so many filler episodes. The lilo AND a magic Christmas are you kidding me??

Flora's "no don't hurt it!" Thing has gotten so much worse

They literally made Stella a child I'm so furious

There are more completely meaningless side plots

Things they both fucked up on:

THEY MENTION THE ROXY BLOOM PARALLEL FUCKING AGAIN AND STILL DO JACK SHIT WITH IT

More mind control??? Really????? Really???? Are we being serious????

Extremely childish compared to previous seasons

Soft boy Helia

#winx club #winx season 4 #winx season 5 #rus chatters

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just-a-random-person24 · 17 days

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More more Stark's Mind notes eps 9-14

Episode 9

“Have you guys ever heard of Felix Freeman?” FELIX MENTION. Talks about him like they were friendly/friends

“Just don't get discouraged by that man's words.” I stg it sounds more like he's telling that to himself than the little survivor group he has

“Just keep going. Whether you have to help someone, or kill someone, there's one clear goal in mind.” Oh 💔

“Just don't let up, Stark. Don't give in.” He's trying to make himself feel better </3

“We would've been out of here if someone had one god damned key.” Key's would help if the locks were on your side of the door

“Just don't mind the neurological stress this whole thing has had on me.” And it's gonna get WORSE from here

“People like them are counting on me. And I swear, I will get through this, I will. I have to. It's my responsibility.” He's putting so much on himself god

Episode 10

“What do they use? Echolocation?” I have no clue about the Black Mesa headcrab models, but the og Headcrab models do actually have eyes! They're on its front pincers(?) and are pretty small

“I wish I knew how to do a pull-up.” Again, twink.

“You can never hate Mr. Whiskers.” CAT PERSON 🐱 (cat-bo💥)

“Sorry, insects and arachnids.” Very important to make that distinction

“I concur.” STUPID FUCKING NERD ASS (/aff)

‘can you access the mail server?’ “That's not helping!” I just found that interaction funny lmao

Episode 11

“So as of right now, when I get to the surface I'll have to deal with being an imposter, PTSD, the deaths of several employees, and an alien invasion. Oh and that whistle blowing thing from back then.” The whistle blowing thing???

“I can already see the headlines. ‘Charming physicist saves entire facility.’” Sir, your ego is showing.

5 grenades used before he gives up on trying to blow the turret up with one. Please learn to conserve your shit I'm begging 💔

Gets shot somewhere by the turret (probably on face? He says he felt it)

“Once I get out… Well, if I get out. Correction.” Give yourself some more credit man </3

Episode 12

“I might be overthinking this whole thing!” About seeing someone from the ‘rescue team’ shoot a scientist

2 ear injuries! Both ears are injured

“Christ my ears…” There's no way he doesn't have some form of hearing damage from all of this

“Somebody should supply the military with a fucking thesaurus.” *cough* Yore dead Freeman *cough*

“I still don't know how I'm doing this!” Fear and adrenaline is one hell of a combo

“I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and somehow… I really shouldn't dwell on that kind of thinking too much. Usually that kind of thinking leads you to your death.” Oh ☹️

Episode 13

“I'm being a bit overdramatic, aren't I?” HAVE YOU SEEN THE SITUATION YOU ARE IN?

“There's also no point fighting scared civilians either!” sir you are way past the point of being a civilian?

“It's kill or be killed.” No actual comment, I just like how he says it

Episode 14

He's… so, so dumb sometimes (presses a random button without knowing what it would do)

“This is how I would envision a railway system set deep underground.” That's… so specific cause what else would that be.

His reaction to the actual tram is so <3 cause it's the only time in this whole series he finds something amusing (which I mean, fair tbh)

“My nose is bleeding because of the sheer amount of rage and frustration that I am going through right now.” Fun fact, stress can actually cause/worsen nosebleeds! So rip man

“I am the embodiment of anger.” I am so sorry but he's so cringe sometimes please shut up (/lovingly)

“See! That's not real- it's real.” I have so many questions. Why does Black Mesa just, have that much toxic waste??

“Until I become suicidal or something.” You… aren't already?

#stark's mind #vincent stark #mindverse #I'm gonna try making my notes 6 eps instead of the 4 I was doing before

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"Hey baby," Marik slurred, half-empty can of beer in one hand. Bakura scoffed. Yet another fucking drunk come to hit on him. What was that, the millionth that night? God, why did he even attend the parties anyway? The last shred of his fucking idiocy clinging to him like a tick? It had to be that. He would much prefer to be back at his dorm eating bloody meat and watching one of his soaps. He had to see what excuse Garcia was going to come up with next."Hey baby," Marik slurred, half-empty can of beer in one hand. Bakura scoffed. Yet another fucking drunk come to hit on him. What was that, the millionth that night? God, why did he even attend the parties anyway? The last shred of his fucking idiocy clinging to him like a tick? It had to be that. He would much prefer to be back at his dorm eating bloody meat and watching one of his soaps. He had to see what excuse Garcia was going to come up with next.

"Oh, fuck off you prick." And usually just that was enough to send the partygoers stumbling back into the fray, but something glinted in the other's eyes.

"If that's what you wish," he snickered. He slipped a hand into his jeans before Bakura realized what was happening, and pulled his cock out, smirk on his face. Slowly, he started moving that hand up and down.

"Wha- wh-wh-what," Bakura sputtered, "the fuck are you doing?!"

"Fucking off," the stranger answered with a smart-ass tone and a shrug.

"Oh my fucking-" He grabbed the man by his elbow and dragged him inside the house, down the hallway, and into one of the bedrooms. It was...far too fancy for his liking. Fucking Atem and his fucking fancy rooms. "You can't just go and whip out your dick in the middle of the crowd! Who the fuck do you think you are anyway?!"

"The name is Marik," the man answered, proud grin on his face as if that name meant something. And oh, it meant something. Bakura's eye twitched.

"You don't mean to tell me you are Marik Ishtar, the fucking decadent model?! How the fuck has no one swarmed you yet?!" He grabbed Marik and shook him a bit, to which the other responded with a swift chug of his beer.

"They're all too drunk, and besides, I can make myself disguised if I need to." He shrugged as if it was no biggie, and god, Bakura felt a fire ignite in him. He hated this guy. Hated hated hated. All his life. Hated! "You're Bakura, right?" He was surprisingly...what...sentient? With all that alcohol in his system. How much of it was for show? "Man, that was a close run for that gig. You almost beat me. But I still won, because I am perfect and you are not." He booped Bakura's nose, and the other lost it. Trying to get this guy to sod off be damned! He was going to fuck him until he regretted it!

Marik was on the bed in an instant, pants and boxers torn off, shirt pulled up. Sakura made quick work of his own pants, whipping out his cock so fast it was like a blur in front of his eyes. He spat on it and shoved it into Marik's ass, making the other groan in obvious delight. Delight?! Godfuckingdamnit. He was supposed to feel...enraged! He thrust his hips, snapping them hard and fast, and all he got was pleasured noises, as if Marik were used to getting it rough.

He growled, thrust again, and came the hardest he'd ever done before. And then he pulled out, leaving Marik with a gooey mess and an aching arousal.

...

"How was that?"

"Oh god." Marik stretched his arms above his head, popping his joints. "Very good. Perhaps a bit rougher next time, sweetums." He kissed Bakura on the head, who in turn leaned into the touch.

"As you wish." He wrapped his arms around Marik and nuzzled into his neck, demanding to be cuddled.

#yugioh #ygo #fanfic #fanfiction #marik ishtar #malik ishtar #yami bakura #bakura #thiefshipping #kinktober #intox kink #tw alchohol mention

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eddieandbird · 2 years

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I Have Crushes on My Best Friends

Summary: Reader has internal panic over their crushes on their four best friends

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I was always taught to write down my deepest feelings, and the feelings I’m having at this moment have been more intense than I’ve ever experienced.

I think I have crushes on my four best friends.

I don’t know if I could even voice this to any of them. I need to just write about it. So here it goes:

Eddie Munson

The loudest and most attention-hungry one has to go first. Eddie, I fell for you the fastest. I knew I wanted you from the moment you stood up for me in class. I was doing a small presentation and these three idiots would not stop talking in the middle of it. You walked up to them, your body bent over their desks. “If you guys don’t shut up during people’s presentations, I swear I’ll break your necks,”. It was kind of a blur but somehow we all ended up with detention. We got to know each other through passing notes secretly, and when you insisted on driving me home afterwards.

Eddie, I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are. From your stupid long hair and big brown eyes to your gorgeous little waist thats always accented by those strong arms, making animated gestures. Your cheap cologne and constant cigarette smell drives me crazy every time we embrace. I love coming home and finding that your smell has lingered on my clothing.

I fell deeper in love with you over late night dinners with you and Wayne. I was fascinated with every story he’d tell me about you growing up. Even as a little kid, you were absolute chaos. I fell even harder when we tried to fall asleep with each other on the phone. You’d go on and on about your D&D campaigns and I just lay there with my heart racing over your low, groggy voice.

Steve Harrington

Then Eddie introduced me to you, Harrington. I was unsure about you at first, but Eddie insisted that you were “the man”. Boy was he right. Jesus, Steve it’s like the model agency gods made you in a lab or something. Even when every other thing that comes out of your mouth is completely unresearched, it didn’t matter to me because you said it so sweetly.

The protective way you look at me makes me melt. I know I could go anywhere with you blackout drunk and you’d completely baby me and make sure I made it home safe. You’re always so skeptical of the dates I decide to go with. Your jealousy and worry is so adorable. Running my hands through that perfect head of hair is the best thing to calm me down. Your stupid laugh is probably my favorite sound.

Damn you, Munson for seeing through my bullshit. You always push for me to be Steve’s plus one. I notice when you “accidentally push” me into him, and he has to hug me to make sure I’m okay. Oh Steve, with you I am more than okay. Being around you makes my heart soar over the clouds.

Robin Buckley

With Steve, always came you Robin. You were the first girl to ever make me feel like this. I hope you didn’t notice me laughing way too hard at you bullying the boys. I hope you never catch on to the way I oggle at you when you’re going on one of your long-winded rants.

I can’t help myself falling for your soft green eyes and that damn wide smile. You often try to hide it from me because you’re insecure about how big and uneven your teeth are. I need you to stop hiding from me. I want to make those freckles around your nose turn red as I hold you. I want to be the one who’s straddling you in bed while I help you put on eyeliner and mascara. You’d hate it, but I’d tickle your sides until you told me you loved me so I’d stop.

Even if you think it’s lame, I always show up to your band recitals. I cheer you on and take you out for burgers afterwards. I love how weird you sit there with your head between your knees like some kind of adorable gargoyle. I don’t mind hanging out with your other girl friends, but god forbid they take up too much of your time. I get extremely jealous of any girl who tries to be nicer to you than me.

Nancy Wheeler

I get jealous of any girl who looks at Robin, except for Nancy. Wheeler, you are the girl of my dreams. Always the smartest in the room without even trying. I don’t know how I’d even pass English Lit, if you weren’t there with me in the library every weekend editing my papers. I try really hard to understand what you’re saying, because if I get something right, you’d flash your cute little smile and tell me “Good job!” while patting my back. Your touch feels like electricity.

There’s not a single person on this earth that would treat you like I would, Nance. You’re a girl who needs to be held tight and spoiled rotten. I haven’t any money to give, but boy if I did, you would have a shiny new necklace hanging over your beautiful collarbones every week. I’d hold your umbrella over you during storms and I would walk you home every day.

What I would give just for one chance to stay in your room. I would let you dress me up in your stupid frilly dresses and put your makeup on me. I want to be the one to fill up your cork board with polaroids of kissing and going on all sorts of cute dates together. You’re so sweet and mild-mannered. I want to be the one who learns what drives you wild. I want to have you in my passenger seat of my convertible, your beautiful curls in the wind while I speed on the highways.

I just know whoever you guys end up with, they’d be the luckiest people in the world. Secretly I hope one of you waits for me.

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#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things fanfic

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Ianthe Tridentarius x f!reader 🌿

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part 1/? [ I had to split it because it was getting too long but I still hope you enjoy reading it ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ ] not proof read

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Ianthe, to put it simply, was a fucking pain in the ass. It wasn’t about the things she did, no that would have been Naberius, it was about the things she didn’t do.

She refused to cooperate, she ignored everyone and was a self absorbed and entitled person. A stark contrast to her sister who you found more pleasant to be around.

To be honest everything you knew about these two had been against your will. you had Gideons loud mouth to thank for that.

you slumped further in the plush sofas of the university's library as you went through your notes. Your collection was complete, colors and fabrics picked and you had a general outline of what you wanted your main outfit to look like for the fashion show.

the only problem was you were unsure if you felt comfortable enough to be the model for the runaway or if you would have to ask for a leaflet and check what agencies your school worked with to pick a model from them.

“I could always volunteer” offered Gideon, ever so helpful and willing to do what she could for her friends. Harrow, frowned “How about you focus on your own upcoming exams griddle ? I swear to God, how did you fail 4 out of…5 subjects” she said in disgust and disbelief. Her eyes were glued on her computer screen scrolling down Gideons card to see how she performed on every exam to figure out what her girlfriend would need a tutor for

“Thanks but I’ll be alright” you said, your answer flat and not as soft as you’d hoped it would come off

“Besides, if you become my model you'll have to constantly be at the atelier so that I can sew the clothes down to your exact measurements and it would take too much time out of your day ”

you mumbled more to yourself than to them.

“Just saying if you need help, we’re always here”

“Who's we?” hissed harrow.

“Maybe corona?” you tried thinking of the twin with the rich curls and curves. She was tall, confident and would look good on the runway . but she was on her last year and if Gideon was busy, than Corona would definitely not have time for charity

“fuck this is insane” you groaned and slumped even further into the couch rubbing your palms against your face. You knew who would be willing to help. You refused to say the name in your head.

but for some Godforsaken reason that woman had taken an interest in you and seem to always have time to catch up and talk to you. A convenient inconvenience

“Which leaves”

“no” Gideon and harrow said in unison, as if reading your mind

“Listen I don’t want to ask Ianthe either but-“

“ask me what?” you heard a very familiar cocky voice approaching

You turned your head and saw Ianthe taking her seat on the armrest of your sofa, your eyes on the length of her tight, dark brown pants.

You hated how perfectly built she was.

“my eyes….” she drew out the reply,tasting it and finished with an equally rich tone “are up here doll” your head snapped to glare at her. She wore the proudest smirk.she was probably aware that you were admiring her.

“So what was that about me?” she asked again and you got up abruptly closing your sketchbook and shoving it in your backpack

“I was talking shit about you is all” you barked and left the library graceless and defeated.

•••

you looked up once again in hopes that some God would have taken pity on you and that a bus would appear soon but the screen was blank. 20 minutes. but 20 minutes in the cold winter seemed like an eternity. you tried pushing your fisted hands deeper in your pockets chasing the warmth and dug your nose in your knitted scarf

the campus bus stop was across the parking lot and that, was a cruel joke by the architects who designed the building. You saw one car leaving after the other and you hated all the rich kids who could come and go at any point of the day in the comfort and warmth of their vehicles

To be fair, Harrow and Gideon did offer to drive you back but that would mean you losing two hours of worktime at the workshop and you didn’t have the luxury of that.

so now, you stood at the bus stop waiting for the damn bus to do its job and arrive. It didnt

what did though was a white Bentley Convertible and stopped in front of you rolling down the windows. You would have recognised whose car that was without seeing the driver. The tridentarii twins had, the most expensive cars since they did come from old money.

“want me to drive you back?”

“im good”

“buses are on strike today. so were you planning on walking?” Ianthe teased and finally turned her head to look at you.

sometimes, her attitude made it feel like she was doing you a favor by acknowledging your existence

she had one hand was on the leather steering wheel and the oher rested comfortably on the head of the passenger seat

why does someone so evil have to look this hot

“on strike? of course they are” You whispered and then realised why Gideon and Harrow insisted on driving you back

“Will you continue mopping and looking miserable out in the cold or will you let me drive you after all?”

she asked and with a huff, you let your pride fall to the ground and walking all over it opened the door of the car and took a seat. Ianthe, didnt take her arm which now was inderictly around you and you hated how much it affected you

“what were you really talking about today?”

“You are so self absorbed”

“Its you all who can't seem to keep my name out of your mouths though” you rested your head against the cold glass of the polished windows and looked at the streetlights slowly turning into a blur as the car started speeding up and going on the main road. Ianthes scent offered an unexpected comfort that you seemed to chase after as you slumped in the seat

“I need a model for the runway” you said half murmuring half speaking loud. The abrupt change of the outside cold to the warmth of her car had your eyelids heavy. You really just wanted to go home and sleep

“I think my sister would be perfect for the job, though she is very busy”

In the haze of your sleepiness you found yourself surprisingly honest

“I prefer you. I find your presence captivating”

she didn’t say anything. not a thank you or an offer for the role. Or maybe you didn't hear it as you drifted off to sleep.

••••

The next few days you grew painfully aware of Ianthes existence next to you. You weren’t sure if she had always kept such a close distance and you just started to notice or if she just now started tailing you everywhere

She would find you outside the bus stop by “coincidence” and offer to get you a coffee cause

“you look rough” and that led to her treating you to coffee twice now.

She started driving you back home every other day, and then every day

“I can pick you up too, you know. We have a lot of classes in the morning and out schedules match”

that you had to decline. that would be too much Ianthe. and yet it wasn’t enough.

You were frustrated. She never lingered long enough to talk, the drives were fast and quiet save for the occasional music that shed play through the speakers and every time you stumbled upon each other in campus she wouldnt give more than a playful wink and would go on to whatever the fuck she was going.

After two weeks you decided to make a move. You were at the parking lot holding two coffees leaning against Gideons parked jeep and waited for the familiar white Bentley.

you saw it park, smooth and fast and you were horrified to find out how turned on you got by her excellent driving skills

It probably was because Ianthe didn’t seem like the type to drive like well…like that.

She walked out grabbing her bag and glanced up doing a double take once she realized you were there

“Good morning darling” she said full of honey and sweetness that was borderline venomous. Something was different about her today. Something that made you unable to look away from her face. She looked brighter..hotter.

“Got you coffee” You rushed the answer and extended your arm to give her the other paper cup. She smiled, carefully and gently and went to get the coffee and opened the cap taking her time inhaling the fresh scent of the hot beverage

“Holy shit. You put on red lipstick” you mindlessly said, finally able to pinpoint what brought out her features. The warm tone of the bright color tied all of her pale features together and gave a new found elegance you thought you could find in old renaissance paintings alone.

she averted her gaze and fiddled with the paint on her nails focused on then “That I did” she answered faking an uninterested tone but you could tell she was nervous.

“It really suits you” you tried complimenting, words escaping your lips before your brain could filter the consequences. She coyly fixed her hair, pulling a loose strand of hair behind her ear with her finger tips.

“You should see it on my sister. She can really pull off bold makeup looks and all that other stuff” she trailed on and you stopped her

“You always say that when someone compliments you” she finally met your eyes and cocked a brow, seeming finally interested. something was there. Something you couldn’t quite u deratand yet

She shrugged and quirked her arm to lift the sleeve of her white coat and looked at her clock

“Well as fun as this is, my classes start soon so I'll go on my way then”

“I can accompany you there. I have time to kill”

“suits me fine” she said and locked her car, tossing the keys in her bag.

You both fell into a silence that felt weirdly comfortable. Truthfully you weren’t sure why you wanted to appeal to Ianthe so much. Maybe her giving you attention made you notice her in return. She always seemed to be in her sister's shadow, though that by no means meant that she seemed less. Just that Coronabeth stole the spotlight with her loud, outstanding personality

“Is your project going well?”

she broke the silence and you tightened your grip on the belt of your messenger bag

“I'm stuck actually, I have it figured out and I did start sewing but…”

“still haven’t picked a model?”

“yeah…” you said in despair and she chuckled. It was more of a soft breezy sound but you devoured it with pride. You could say that you made the Ianthe tridentarious -laugh-

“Pity” she tried to sound sympathetic, though with her face and voice it sounded like had wet sand on her tongue

“Listen I know you are busy but would you be willing to do that? be my model?”

Ianthe smiled like a cat and all but purred when she turned to look at you with a new found glint in her eyes

“Oh I'd love that”

•••

“Ianthe is too close. Waaaaay too fucking close” You grew tired of Gideons endless yawping. Harrow seemed displeased too but didn’t give more than an unapproving frown at your announcement of yours and Ianthes friendship

“I'm telling you its not like that. And she can be nice”

Gideon pretending to heave like a cat and made a throwing up sound

“Nice ?! She is a snake!” Harrow smacked her head on the back

“quiet. We are in a library” she reminded you both. You were walking down the isles with them, Harrow picking books and leaving them for Gidoen to carry

“Snakes are pretty”

“they will eat you”

“I wouldn't mind Ianthe eating me-“

“Im begging you not to finish that sentence”

you scoffed and Gideon softened

“Im just worried! You’re like my baby sister you know?”

“She's right. no good can come out of hanging out with that twin. Remember what Naberius was like?”

that piqued your interest “Naberius?” You had a passionate distaste for that man

“He had a crush on her and they hooked up eventually or allegedly. Point is they were seen together a lot and then after that event she made his life a living hell and embarrassed him to the point that he changed unis. Im telling you he is but a corpse these days”

You shuddered. that sounded so unprovoked and painfully, so Ianthe

Nothing truly stopped you from ending up like that. It was getting easier to admit that you too, had a painful little crush on the woman. No crush was putting it lightly. You were growing infatuated

“Are you sure there was no reason behind it?”

“Corona told us. And Ianthe tells corona everything so it has to be all there is”

You sat on that thought “Well maybe Im special”

“specially stupid” added harrow

“specially delusional” offered Gideon and you kicked gideon on her shin and left the isle upset hearing them chuckling softly in the distance

You looked around at the sitting area with most of the spaces empty. You walked down to the corner of the library, where the light fell through an old weary curtain and the couches were generally older than the rest as that usually was where staff sat for their break. and there, in all her sunlit glory you found Ianthe, reading a book, legs crossed and leaning against the arm rest with the same tightness to her features as her eyes scanned the pages

she looked up and the tension left her brows making your heart painfully swell with relief. you had to be special

You noticed her wearing that same red lipstick you had complimented her on the other day.

“Just gonna stand there or will you join me dove?” she asked and you went over and tossed your backpack to the side sitting next to her on the couch

“what are you reading”

“Haruki murakami. Ever read his works?”

you winced “I..Don't read. I struggle with focusing”

you said and she smiled

“I can read it for you” you looked at her

“how?”

she laughed

“by reading it aloud you idiot”

what was it with everything coming for your neck and wits today

“Alright fine but what is it even about?”

“hard to tell with most of his books till you reach the end. In most cases at least”

“why would you read something like that? willingly I mean?”

“I like taking my time with the books. I like when it takes a while to be understood. then I break it down completely till everything is laid open before me and I can stitch it back to fit my narrative”

you heard her explain and you leaned against her, shoulders touching as you peered at the book trying to read a page the double meaning escaping you

“You philosophy majors are weird”

“and the rest of you are so endearingly simple” she said fixing a loose strand of hair behind your ear

“So are you interested in reading a few pages with me?”

“I don’t think Ill be good company”

“indulge me darling” she insisted and that was enough to let you melt against her frame as she wrapped an arm around you and started from the top of the page aloud now

”Man doesn’t choose fate. Fate chooses man. That’s the basic worldview of Greek drama. And the sense of tragedy—according to Aristotle—comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist’s weak points but from his good qualities.”

You realized, you loved Ianthes voice. It was steady, and she spoke clearly and confidently without being loud. She had elegance and grace.

“ Do you know what I’m getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex being a great example. Oedipus is drawn into tragedy not because of laziness or stupidity, but because of his courage and honesty. So an inevitable irony results.”

The meaning was lost and mixed with the warmth of the sun hitting your back from the window and the quiet sounds of feet shuffling and walking around the building and it all seemed very distant at the moment

the corner you picked was so secluded, so entirely yours that you let your eyes close for a moment and leaned deeper into Ianthes embrace craving all she was willing to offer

“See how it translates? How you were fatefully and inevitably drawn to someone cruel like me from a point of kindness and from a good heart?”

she said in the same tone as before without you noticing she wasn’t reciting lines from the book anymore

her hand reached around you and cradled your head to her chest carefully with pure unconfined tenderness. She massaged your scalp fingers digging in and out in a circular slow motion easing any stress you had. She continued reading, with every minute passing lulling you to a peaceful rest all the while letting you put more of the weight if your body against hers and you could have sworn you felt her lips brush against your hair in what seemed to be a kiss

•••

You were at the school's atelier. a week after the library incident which you refused to adress to yourself or confront her about.

You had fallen asleep and woken up by an obnoxiously loud gideon and a note in Ianthes handwriting with her number and the words

for your project

which also meant -Dont text me unless necessary-

But it caught Gideons eye and she was yelling at you about how bad of an idea this was all over again, with you ignoring her all over again.

you asked Ianthe to come by after her classes to take her measurements. your phone pinged indicating a message and you tilted your screen up to see what was written

Ianthe

just finished. will be there in 10’

coffee?

You smiled. You felt fuzzy and warm and you smacked your head on the table causing the soap and ruler to tumble on the ground. Camilla jumped up surprised

“Are you ok?” she asked and you groaned in -yes-

“Projects tough?” she asked and you rolled your head on your desk to look at her

“Did you find a model?”

“yes Corona” she said in one go suddenly on edge as she gathered her things to leave. You got up

“wow-wow-wow hold on- how?!” you asked genuinely surprised

“She offered” she said even faster and you saw her cheeks flush.

“Ooooh did she” you teased

“I think we should talk less to each other” she barked and left embarrassed and you laughed loudly. now that was an interesting pair. Your phone buzzed again and you remembered you never replied.

_yes please. same as usual. Ill venmo you the money

_go fuck yourself and your money

came her sweet response and you laughed and hit your lower lip girlishly like a virgin maiden.

Oh what had become of you. You would kick yourself for having a spine made out of jelly for acting like a fool over the mean tridentarii yet here you were, twirling your hair and swinging your legs in excitement

About an hour later you saw the doors to the atelier push open and a platinum blonde head peak and look around. Ianthe noticed you and in relief walked towards you. She wore tight fitting pants that hugged her slim hips and a satin blouse with a thin golden chain around her neck.

her hair was gathered in a low bun, messy and undone and her eyes hinted she had pulled a few all nighters. Yet to you, she still seemed stunning

you had it bad. she gave you your coffee and walked over sitting on your chair with a thud and dropped her bag “Gods this week was endless” she whined and you smiled, getting comfortable at your desk, used to her daily complaining over how much she hated everyone.

“These professors are stupid imbeciles. They are delusional if they think anyone but me can mark a perfect score on that test”

“awh” you cooed sarcastically and patted her head feigning affection. she leaned in your touch

“Oh fuck off. You love to see me suffer”

“I do” you agreed and she pushed your hand away with a laugh getting up and straightening her blouse

“alright let's get started then”

“yes though” you said slightly unsure on how to go about this. Her blouse was loose, and the material thick which meant it would meddle with your process

“Your blouse”

“I can take it off”

“ah no its ok Ill-“

she laughed and her eyebrows tilted up, her lids getting louder as she took a step closer to you

“what are you so flustered for? this should be normal for you in this line of work” she said and lifted your chin with one slim finger. Your breath stuttered at the proximity.

her red lipstick taunted you with its mischievous shine making the bottom plumper

you wanted to lean it and let it mix with yours

“I'm not a prude Ianthe. Get undressed” you ordered and pulled away. she smirked

“Do not say a word”

you added and she rolled her eyes taking off her blouse and standing near your desk waiting. Of course Ianthe would wear a lace bra. A very see through lace bra

You grabbed your measuring tape and started with her head, neck and shoulders focusing on the numbers instead of the body in front of you. though her soft, even breathing pattern had you painfully aware of her closeness as you felt it hit your neck.

“Its mine and my sisters… birthday, next week” She started with a slow pace and a quivering voice.

You moved lower your knuckles accidentally brushing against her chest as you wrapped the tape

“She is having this extravagant big party at our house…a pain in the ass if you ask me but who am I to get in Coronas way” she said and you nod moving to her hips, and trying to keep up with your horny thoughts of how her skin was soft beneath your fingers and also what she was saying.

“Come on Ianthe. a little fun won't hurt you” you tried assuming she just wanted to whine again but she waited for you to finish with the measurements. you put down your last notes on your ipad and left a quick note of her clothing size

“What I'm saying is, You are invited. Would make that horrible event less painful”

she say on your desk not bothering to out on her blouse and you let the compliment seep into your brain

“Ill see if I can make it” she didn’t seem entirely satisfied with your response but she didn’t push the matter any further. she reached out and her hand was on your face

“Ianthe-“

“an eyelash” she said and with a quick swipe of her fingers she held it between the tips looking at your expression finally happy to see you crumble beneath her touch

“Think on it. See you tomorrow”

she said and threw on her blouse not bothering to button it up, and left the atelier taking the wind in your lungs with her

•••

“what do you gift someone who has everything?”

“a reality check” hissed Camilla also doomed unable to find a gift for Corona

“Cam I need help. I have nothing and half a paycheck”

“I'm not sure a gift would be required. I mean it is mostly a college party so bringing alcohol is good enough”

you scrolled through your phone for options and then you had an idea

“Can you look through other people's library cards? like which books they read?”

“no but usually the front of the books has a list of names of people who borrowed them since its a two way thing”

you nod and got off your desk

“I think I know what to get her”

•••

The party was everything you expected a coming off age netflix movie to look like. Big, spacious halls with led light strips, fog from the smoke and loud music.

two tables. One for pool, one for beer pong and oh, an actual fucking pool outside. You had never been smacked harder in the face about class differences and suddenly you felt weird about your little gift and your clothes. Though you had saved up on those versace shoes and you were proud as hell to finally have an occasion to wear them

You looked around spotting corona first who ran up to you and cam greeting her by enveloping her in a big hug and giving a handshake

“Glad you two made it!” she said and gave you a sly smile “Ianthe will be really happy to know you came after all”

she took your coats and brought you in to the main hall where everyone already was drunk,high or busy playing one of the many games the estate provided

in the distance, behind the blur of people you saw Ianthe with her back turned to you as she leaned against the kitchen isle and looked outside the open balcony windows with a drink in her hand

You smiled and camilla dug her elbow in your sides with a sharp jab “collect yourself. You look like a fool” and you glared at her “I'm excited to see her”

“ok but play hard to get”

camilla cheered in half warning

“Cam. She doesn’t even know I came. I think that was a game enough”

she pulled her hands up in surrender

“Good luck! You can stay at my place if it fails. I have a box full of tissues just for you”

and left you to find Corona

You walked up to Ianthe hugging her from behind

“Happy birthday” you said, your voice loud and close to her ear hoping the music didn’t completely muffe out your words. She turned in your arms and smiled giving you a half hug with one arm, leaning down to rest her chin on your shoulder

“Look who decided to grace me with her presence after all” she said and you caught the excitement in her voice. It was small but it was there and it made you fill with peace

you eventually pulled away and took in the sight of her. A satin dress wrapped around her lean figure that pooled and caved nicely over her chest in a deep V cut accentuating her size in an erotic way

Her hair braided on the side and she of course wore her signature red lipstick with gloss. Oh she was significantly dolled up tonight and you feared everyone else would see how attractive she truly was tonight

“You clean up well” she complimented and straightened the thin straps of your dress, her fingers tracing an invisible line to your shoulder blades down to the hollow of your back stopping right above your ass.

you shivered and her eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips for a moment

“I'm glad you came. Was hoping you would”

“Yeah I couldn’t miss it. You did me a favor with the project after all”

“awh, that's it ? was hoping I meant more” she purred, her thumb stroking up and down your back pulling you in closer to her body where your exposed thigh could feel the satin of her dress caressing it.

“I ugh, I got you a gift” you said and her brows shot up

“You didn’t have to”

“I know but I wanted to” you pressed and looked around not liking how you struggled to speak with all the noise

she looked up ,her hand now flat on your back leading you upstairs

“let's go somewhere quieter”

With each step it dawned on you how rich these twins were. Be it the paintings on the walls, the rococo’s sculpted ceilings or the numerous porcelain vases on stands in the middle of the corridor ,this house looked like it was pulled out of gossip girl.

She pulled you into one of the rooms which was empty save for a piano and a few couches facing it.

“you play the piano?”

“no”

“oh..so Corona then?”

“no”

she disagreed and you pursed your lips

“what a way to say you are rich then”

“yeah” she agreed and led you to sit on one of the sofas. You fidgeted with the lapels of your leather bag until you decided to open it and take out the wrapped gift

“a book”

“could you pretend to guess longer?” you complained and she smirked. A cocky half smile that slowly faded into curiosity and then shock once she unwrapped the papers to reveal the book cover

“How-“

“I checked the cards on the books on the library and this book had your name 4 times so…I assumed you liked it”

she put the book aside and held your face in her hands leaning in for a kiss. her lips pressed against yours and you returned the notion, adding pressure and opening your mouth more to give access to her tongue which didn’t take long to press against yours. She pulled away for a moment to push you down on the plush cushions of the sofa and dove in for another heated kiss. She changed the angles of how her jaw aligned with yours, and devoured every moan and every little whimper that escaped you. You dug your fingers in her hair tugging at it and she let out a soft sigh in return which may have been the most heavenly sound your ears were ever graced with

you both pulled away at the same time panting and she seemed positively undone at the course of actions. She looked at you and realization of what happened dawned on you

“Oh fuck I-well glad you like the book I guess” you attempted to break the heated tension and she frowned as if you made her drink bitter tea

“Yes, the book was nice. the person who gave it is even better though” she said and before she could sway you again you held her shoulders in place remembering the story Gideon and Harrow told you. You didn’t wanna mirror her exs fate

and so you slowly got up

“Sorry I, I'm not into one night hookups”

she crossed her legs and turned to you

“what a virgin little thought. So you are a romantic?” she tried to be playful but it set heavy on you

“I just wanna make sure I don’t get dragged to filth by leaving you unsatisfied”

and you regretted saying every bit of that sentence. her lips thinned, and her eyes frosted in seconds. she got up

“Who told you about Naberius?” she asked and took a step away from you

“It’s- It’s fine listen I was just joking”

she seemed to be having an internal battle with herself and you were unsure on how to act seeing her so vulnerable so strangely…small

you took the initiative to walk up to her and held her hand pressing your thumb in her palm trying to ground her and her eyes met yours

“I like you, Ianthe. I want to understand you though before anything moves forward”

she gave a short curt nod and responded to you by momentarily tightening her grip on your hand before letting go

“This is a bad moment to speak about it. I promise though it’s not what I let the rumors say it is”

“alright.I'll wait for you to tell me when you are ready then” you tried to calm her and she let out a deep long breath closing her eyes and then looking at you again

“who said it”

you shook your head no, not willing to betray your friends trust and she smiled

“at least I know that I can trust you with the truth”

she leaned in to kiss you again and stopped a few inches away as if seeking approval which you gave by connecting your lips first. Ianthe was a lion. Prowling and cunning.

yet now she was nothing more than a small wet cat. You straightened her hair and tried to fix her lipstick which she stopped you from doing

“I want them to know who left these stains on you” she said, finding back her spark and tapped your bottom lip with her finger before walking out with a smile on her lips again establishing where you stood in her heart.

“let's get back to the party”

•••

she did eventually tell you. It was in fact not what it seemed like

Naberius had the hots for coronabeth for a while and settled for the less popular sister, Ianthe. And it wasn’t that Ianthe was crazy for him. She was a bit above being bored and growing comfortable with the first willing victim. However after their first hook up he slipped up and called out her sister's name and that's when it dawned on her what he was doing.

she couldn’t blame him for crushing on her sister but she was about to make his life a living hell for humiliating her during such an intimate act.

well. Barely intimate and more carnal but Ianthe was revengeful and spiteful

She never told anyone what happened. She didn’t mind being known as a cunt. It somehow seemed a less damaging reputation than what the truth was

•••

you all sat on your usual corner at the library, harrows face buried in her hands once more looking at Gideons report of the semester in disappointment and horror

“lost cause. You are a lost cause”

while Gideon tried to excuse her poor performance yet again

You sat with your finished sketchbook and were gluing the photos of Ianthe in the clothes you sewed for your collection with pure admiration in your face on how stunning your girlfriend looked

“Can't believe she was the model for you fashion show”

“I think she was a perfect match”

you defended and left notes of the essay you wrote out for your collection next to each photo. Some lines were written by Ianthe, seeing as she was a philosophy major and avid book enjoyer she had a way with words you didn't quite possess

“How could you fall in love with that demon” Gifeon complained and harrow grabbed her face and yanked it to her computers screen

“Gideon focus !These are pressing matters. You are about to retake the same exam for the third time” she yelled

“I think you should give Ianthe a chance”

“What are you all saying about me again?” Ianthe unceremoniously approached the three of you and sat on the arm rest giving you a weird sense of deja vu

Gideon almost started growling like a dog at the sight of her and she seemed to offer a fanged taunting smile enjoying the buff womans suffering.

#the locked tomb #ianthe tridentarius #tlt ianthe #ianthe x reader #mdi #tlt

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