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sassypossumm · 2 months

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The manager of one of the most illustrious coffee shoppes in London, and a mysterious grumpy businessman (who may or may not be some kind of mob boss). What could possibly go wrong?! Right....

"Stop looking at him like that, it's creepy!" Margary leaned over, hissing in your ear. Brushing off the unpleasant sensation you leaned back and gave her a dirty look.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, Margary!" Grabbing several paper towels, you began furiously wiping up a wet spot on the counter. Folding her arms, she raised a brow and gave you a knowing look.

"Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been staring at him every time he comes in! And don't try to deny it!" Clenching the towels in your hand you closed your eyes and clenched your teeth. She wasn't wrong. Much as you hated to admit it, you'd developed something of a... fascination for the older British gentleman who'd taken to coming in everyday now.

And every morning he ordered the same thing. A plain hot earl gray tea, cream on the side. Then he'd do the same thing, every day. He took his tea and sat in the exact same chair at the exact same table, every day. And every day you watched him shake open the paper. And he sat there for exactly forty-five minutes to the dot. Never a minute more, never a minute less. Then he'd neatly fold and crease his paper, tuck it under his arm, return the empty teacup, and thank you in that clipped accent of his, and he'd walk out the door.

In the weeks he'd been frequenting the shoppe where you managed, you'd exchange a handful of words with the man, and that was a generous estimate at best. And yet, somehow, you'd become fairly well acquainted with the stodgy man.

For starters, he was wealthy. Disgustingly if you had to guess. From the way he dressed to the way he carried himself, he exuded confidence and that old-world charm that seemed to be going rapidly extinct. His appearance was always meticulous.

He didn't dress in a flashy manner, that had you supposing that he was a self-made man who valued his money, and preferred to invest in the quality of his garments rather than simply following whatever was the idiotic trend of the week dictated by the self-proclaimed fashion gods.

In summary, you were besotted.

"I swear, you've got some serious daddy issues, or a major grandpa kink." Margary's voice dragged you out of your thoughts and back to your present reality. Coffee. Strong coffee at that. Your shoppe prided itself on the special blends you brewed. It was rumored that even members of the royal family popped in from time to time, discreetly of course. Tossing the towels in the bin, or trashcan as you'd say back home, you threw Margary a wry grin.

"Maybe it's a little bit of both, Marge." You chuckled at her scowl. You knew she hated that nickname, which was precisely why you continued using it.

"He actually remembered your name today." She teased, bumping your hip playfully as she passed to wipe down the tables.

"Yeah, yeah, big whoop." Rolling your eyes, you opened the cash register to make sure you'd have enough funds to make it through lunch. Business usually tapered off around 12:30, meaning you'd most likely be able to dash to the bank and back without being missed.

Margary hated holding down the fort, but hey, perks of being the manager, right? Flipping through the fives, you were so focused on counting and facing the bills, initially you didn't notice when a customer came to stand in front of the register. He cleared his throat.

"I'll be right with you." You said politely, glancing up absently. Him. Your throat constricted and your grip on the bills tightened. "Mr. Lannister." Your voice sounded a pitch too high even to your ears. Stuffing the bills back into the drawer, you slammed it shut just a bit more forcefully than necessary. A ghost of a smirk crossed his face, but before you could fully appreciate it, his features fell back into their usual passive refrain, and he slid the empty teacup across the counter.

"You're finished early." The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You felt a telltale flush creep up the back of your neck. He did smirk this time. You reached for the teacup, utterly mortified. You weren't supposed to keep tabs on how long customers spent in the shoppe. That was creepy, right?

"Yes, I've unforeseen matters to attend to."

Your heart jumped at that. He was talking to you. Sure, it was vague and a bit cryptic, but Tywin Lannister was actually talking to you. And while his expression remained impassive, something in his eyes told you he wasn't exactly pleased to have his schedule messed up.

That you could understand. As a rule of thumb, you yourself were a creature of habit. If your plans were screwed with, it had the strong potential to through your whole day off.

"Well, I hope it resolves itself." Offering what you hoped was a conciliatorily smile, you placed the teacup in the mess bucket and turned to take it to the dishwasher.

"Oh, just one moment." You turned expectantly. He flipped open his brief case and fished out a book. A very old book from the looks of it. "Here." He held out the book and you took it gingerly. "I recall we were discussing the classics,"

"We were?" You blurted without thinking. Mr. Lannister soured at your outburst. Pursing your lips, you waited for him to continue.

"Perhaps I heard you and your friend discussing it in passing, regardless, I recall you mentioning that you'd never read 'Anna Karinina'. To be quite honest I found such a notion appalling. Most likely the result of the poor education system in the states." Your head span like a dervish under his barrage of words, you hadn't been aware he was even capable of so many. "Nevertheless, that is neither here nor there," He continued, shutting his briefcase. "You now possess a copy, and I expect you to read it." His eyes pierced through you with the order.

"Yes, sir." You murmured, your ears burning under the heat of his gaze.

"You seem intelligent. And an intelligent woman should be well read." He tapped on the cover of the book for emphasis. Your mouth went dry, and you found it impossible to tear your eyes away from his. You were vaguely aware of yourself nodding in agreement. With a final curt nod, he left without so much as a look back.

Looking down at the book, you actually took the time to look at it. A first edition copy of 'Anna Karinina'.

"What did he say? Come on, tell me!" Margary rushed over, animated and full of questions.

"He... gave me this." You gestured to the book and handed it to her without a second thought. The shock of the encounter had left you a little hazy.

"This is a first edition, those aren't cheap!" She looked at you and narrowed her eyes. "What else did he say?"

"I think I need to sit down." The blood rushed to your head, and your knees wobbled. Margary placed the book on the counter and grabbed your arm.

"Easy, girl, come on, easy does it." She pulled out a chair at one of the tables and you sat with a heavy thud. "I observed,"

"You eavesdropped." You looked at her pointedly. Margary huffed.

"I eavesdropped. But I couldn't hear much." She grumbled, tapping her nails on the table. "But I saw how he looked at you."

"How did he look at me?" You squirmed in your seat; not certain you wanted Margary's undoubtedly accurate insight. Somehow it might make it... real... tangible. She leaned forward and looked at you seriously.

"He was practically eye fucking you through the entire conversation." She said with a bit more gravitas than you'd have liked. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you willed your head to stop spinning. "What else did he say?" Her tone was gentler this time, concern shining in her eyes. You sighed heavily and propped your chin in your hand.

"He said I seemed intelligent."

"He's seducing you." She concluded. Your mouth opened and you looked at her as though she'd grown a second head.

"Margary, be serious! A man like Tywin Lannister,"

"My point, exactly." She cut you off, adamantly. "A man like Tywin Lannister, with his reputation, and his well-known disdain for Americans, no offence,"

"None taken." You waived a hand dismissively. "Continue."

"When a man like that starts handing out expensive books and compliments, that's as good as him propositioning you."

"Well, he sure has a funny way of going about seduction, and what do you mean, reputation?" You look up at her before closing your eyes and rubbing your temples.

"You honestly haven't heard the rumors?"

"If I had I wouldn't be asking, would I, Margary." If you'd opened your eyes at that moment, you'd have seen the nasty look she was giving you.

"No need to get snippy with me."

"Sorry." You sighed, dropping your forehead to the table's surface. Placated, she continued.

"He's a terribly mysterious businessman, few people actually know how he makes his money."

"And naturally people imagine the worst and flap their gums."

"Flap their gums?" She blinks, confused. You cracked a small grin.

"Gossip, Margary, gossip."

"Ah, I see. You and your American idioms." She shook her head. "All I'm saying is... tread lightly when dealing with the likes of Tywin Lannister." She reached out and squeezed your hand. Your grin turned wry, and you returned the squeeze before releasing her hand.

"I'll keep that in mind, besides," Pulling away from the table you stood up and shrugged. "What's the likelihood I'll actually end up in his bed?" You both chuckled.

#tywin lannister #tywin x reader #modern au #coffee shop #margaery tyrell #tywin lannister x reader #coffeeshop au

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yuckyygutz · 10 months

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♡ everybody's falling in love , and i'm falling behind ♡

summary : angst, miles picking gwen over u, i was feeling sad today that's my only reason for writing this, ily ♡

miles morales, the boy you crushed for but sadly, he didn't crush for you back. it started with the end of the events concerning the collider, and somehow all he spoke about was this gwen girl.

he spoke of her as if she was this goddess sent down from heaven to earth, in full honesty, it was getting annoying. you could possibly be doing whatever and gwen would be mentioned.

you minded it, but never showed signs of it, you didn't want to hurt him, now did you? you didn't want to cause problems and accidentally revealed your crush to him, did you? but that's what happened that very afternoon.

"yeah, and she has the coolest hairstyle ever! it's my fault that most of her hair is gone.. but it looks so sick." Miles ranted about gwen and only gwen. damn, it's like a kid talking about some action movie that he watched last weekend, and it sure did annoy you.

"this is like.. the ninth time you're telling me about her." you spoke back, eyes staring at the sunset sky, the both of you sitting on the rooftop of miles home," it is? sorry.. it's just.. gwen is like.. perfect..." he swooned, that look of love in his eyes sickening you.

a sickly romance in the air..

"of course she is." *I mumbled, sounding sort of passive-aggresive. Of course, miles heard you. he had heightened senses from his powers,"hey, what's wrong? you haven't been talkin' for a while now. you mad or something? did something happen earlier today?"

"maybe."

"what do you mean 'maybe'?"

"i mean maybe something happened."

"Well, maybe, you could tell me what happened?"

"maybe not."

"maybe you should."

"maybe I shouldn't." I said, finishing our 'maybe' thing. you wanted to tell him that you like him, you wanted to tell him so bad, the pain was ripping your chest. but you couldn't, not with whoever gwen was, you couldn't do that to miles. you couldn't do that to.. her.

"dang, well, can you atleast gimme a hint? no names need to be said." Miles said, a smug grin on his face, knowing that you'd comply. you groaned, rolling your eyes and took a deep breath," my crush.. he's always talkin' bout this girl."

miles face suddenly dropper, he felt terrible for you,"man, have you tried atleast telling him? i'm sure that girl is maybe just a good friend of his, don't get too jealous now." He relied, nudging your shoulder playfully but you weren't having it.

"it just hurts me a lot, i've known him longer than she has and suddenly, she's all that comes out his mouth." He wrapped his arm around you, massaging your shoulder with his hand as he gave you a pitiful expression," well, sometimes.. you can't get everything you want in life, so, if he really like her, you gotta accept it. it hurts, for sure, but you gotta.. you know.." he said, trying to soothe you but it clearly wasn't working.

"i just.. really like him..and all he talks about is his stupid girl.. i've got her name in my head because of how much he talk about her. her this, her that, it makes me so damn mad." you said, crossing your arms as you glanced over at him.

"i get what you mean.. i hope everything gi fine for you and him, like how things are doing for me and gwen." and that was it, that's when you snapped. you forcefully took his hand off your shoulder and he was confused to see you back away.

"what's wron-"

"what's wrong is you! you! you and your little obsession with this gwen chick, are you blind?! i like YOU!" you yelled at him, clearly angry. you wanted him to realize you were right there, you were there unlike gwen. heck, she's dimensions away and she's all he cares about.

"you know what, i don't wanna continue this. go with your gwen girl and have fun, bye." you said, slamming the door of the rooftop open and walking down the stairs, walking pass the kitchen and rio noticing how angry you were.

"cariño, ¿qué pasa? why are you leaving so early? are you going home? should i get miles yo accompany you?" she wiped her hands with a cloth on the kitchen counting, walking towards you and looking at you up and down, wondering if you were uncomfortable or hurt.

"i.. just wanna go home. things went down with me and miles and i don't wanna talk about it, please." You mumbled, staring at the ground in embarrassment of letting her catch you.

"Veo. Yo... Hablaré con él, querida. Por favor, ve directo a casa y descansa, amor, que tengas un buen día." (i see.. i'll.. i'll talk with him, dear. please, go straight home and rest, love, have a great day.)

You nodded, picking up your bag from the door hook and left rhe home, waving goodbye to her as you walked away. Now, normally, Rio would have been furious that miles just let you walk out like that without even a goodbye, but she just knew that there was more to that.

that stupid afternoon where everything fell. your relationship, you were barely in contact anymore, you barely even saw him apart from at school.

for you at least, it was going absolutely wrong, not for the spiderman swinging in the air with some spider girl beside him. Gwen, right?

#miles morales x reader #I hate this #mwah ily #yuckyygutz

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hannibalismos-jaaneman · 9 months

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throw back to when you said richard was smarter than henry. im not disagreeing w you but i /gen wanna know why you think that. bc most people in the fandom would say henry (mostly i think because his aesthetic). i personally have never really thought about it.

anon MULTIPLE reasons. MuLTiPlE-

richard was naturally smarter because he attended high school. why is that? henry dropped out in junior year i believe and that year is so darn crucial, you make most of your friends in that time, you become comfortable in your class, with your teachers and within your family at that point. like your real personality and image starts forming in that year. junior year defines your social status and even tho henry was richer, richard still attended high school which means he was just that more emotionally intelligent than henry.

henry was apolitical and socially unaware. richard being from the suburbs had really been a part of the world and not just been a passive observer, unbothered by shit going sideways around himself because his daddy had money. he is canonically a socialist in 80's capitalist usa that's insane, that means he had an understanding of finance and floating monetary systems which was basically being revolutionized in the 80's. the structure of the us economy was changing, there were socio-cultural revolutions going on, feminism, the end of the black panther party, marxist-leninism, over-consumerism, hippie culture, fucked up geopolitics and the sins of the american government, i could seriously go on about how politics must have fascinated him at that time.

also, can i just say that although he dropped out, richard did about a year and a half (i think?) of pre med, that means he had stem related aps in high school and he must've scored well in them as well as his sat to actually land a pre med college.

richard was actually good at greek, that was actually why julian let him in the class besides the fact that he was prettier than all them pretty bois in hampden.

ONLY PERSON IN THE GREEK CLASS WHO GRADUATES™.

he's actually the only person amidst all of them who realises that they are going insane.

he didn't want this life, he actually wanted to be successful in his life but every twenty-something person makes bad decisions.

he's not completely innocent, nope, but he's incredibly inquisitive and he has a way with people. like all of them tell him something that they wouldn't tell anyone had they not been like him. and yeah most of the fandom still thinks that they were trying to set him up for their crimes but there's a separate explanation for why i think that's not actually true and it's voiced by someone else i'll try to link that here.

richard is also indeniably loyal yet extremely shrewd. as i said earlier, he has a way with people and that's because he understands them and unconsciously his attitude changes towards them, making them naturally trust him. like judy and sophie instantly just trusted him to do shit for them and talked to him. like it was the 80's, every other normal guy was a serial killer but they never really gave a second thought about it. same was the case with francis. like ik francis can be a bit of a dummy but he sure as hell fell for richard's- idk- richard-ness.

he was kinda like this weird glue between the nerds and the rest of the college. like soon after richard joins college, the greek class starts interacting with people outside the group, like, sophie, judy, cloke, bram, jack, spike, laforgue, roland. like idt that they would've ever interacted with anyone but each other had richard not come into the picture and that just makes him like a little bit more of the human element in the group and i believe that indeed does make him smarter than not only henry but the rest of the class as well.

#anon <3 #anon asks #asks #my asks #tsh #the secret history #donna tartt #richard papen #henry winter #winterpapen #literati

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wambsgansshoelaces · 3 months

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I have a blurb request (or it can be headcanons it’s up to you and it’s totally no rush like take your time ily.) but Youngest Adopted Roy sibling, Tom, and Greg being the trio that everyone thought Kendall, Shiv, and Rome would be. Like you have three underdogs, three people that most would never place bets on just absolutely proving ppl wrong.

honestly idk if I did this the way you were envisioning it but it’s here :0 if you want me to redo it just tell me what you want to change and it’ll happen :P

the first non x reader on my profile, what have you done to me… /lh

thank you for requesting anon, I love uuuuu

word count: 999 (completion and new beginnings!!!)

CEO, COO, MPH

“Fucking move, Gregory.”

“I would if I had space, but I don’t!”

You’re crammed in between the two of them as they bicker. “It’s a small ass elevator, and that’s fine,” you hiss, the elevator finally coming to a halt on the sixtieth floor. The three of you were here on a mission: get them to sell. You were meeting with the heads of a company Logan’s been lusting after, and it was imperative that you got them to fork over their rights.

It’s not that you were so good at your job that Kendall had decided to send you with Tom and Greg, it’s that Logan wants the sellers to think that they’re not taking this seriously. So they send two randoms along with the head of some department at Waystar. You feel oh so important.

Tom smooths his tie down as you walk slowly through the hall. “I know this is all just pretend for Logan, but I’m going to actually try.” He glances back at you. “You help me do the talking. Greg gets to just sit there and look pretty.”

“But I- I have things to say, too,” Greg protests quietly, Tom shouldering open the conference room door.

“Just don’t say anything stupid,” Tom replies quickly before pasting a dazzling smile on his face, turning to the few people gathered in the room. “Gentlemen. How are you, how are you? I haven’t seen you fine folks in a while.”

You and Greg exchange a glance. You nudge him forward into a few handshakes, following suit as the sellers and their lawyers go from Tom, to Greg, to you. You take your seat in between the two, across from all of the other men.

“I don’t think I’ve seen either of you before,” the CEO says, awkwardly smiling. He gestures vaguely in the direction of you and Greg.

“They’re two of my most trusted, and between you and me, my most favorite,” Tom says smoothly.

“I handle all relations, communications, and media,” you supply, keeping your face passively sweet. “I was the one you were emailing with before all of this.”

The CEO’s eyebrows raise in recognition. “Oh, you! I don't know why I didn't recognize your face. I've read all of your work, actually been to all of your press conferences. You're so delightedly and properly educated, unlike your siblings. You were much more pleasant than the first person we spoke to.” He leans in conspiratorially, glancing at Greg when he speaks his next bit. “I know you’re technically both Roys, but Siobhan was less than pleasant to interact with. I don’t know how either of you do it. You don’t understand the relief the lot of us felt when they said we’d be meeting with you all instead. The first sit down we had?” He shakes his head.

“Yeah, uh, they can be intense,” Greg replies, eyes brightening. “Sometimes it feels like I’m in over my head, you know?”

The CEO nods, sighing. “I think we’re all friends here, and friends can be honest.” His eyes flick over the three of you. “And if I’m honest, we’re a little… apprehensive about this entire thing.”

Tom leans forward in his seat, his brow furrowing in concern. “Is it the money? Because I can assure you, the number isn’t the issue.”

The CEO shakes his head, a hand running over his chin. “No, no. The money is… it’s amazing, what can we say?” Polite laughter echoes through the room. “It’s just… the management.”

Tom nods, shifting back into an upright position. “Well, that can be sorted, can’t it? What are we thinking?”

“What was offered to us, Mr. Wambsgans, is that Roman Roy takes over the company from us for whatever number we thought appropriate. We like the money, we just need someone different at the helm.”

Tom hums. “I think for us to rearrange things, we’d have to give you a number. And it’ll probably be much lower than you want it to be, just because of… personnel issues.”

“See, I think the three of you would do a fantastic job, based on how we’ve interacted over the last month.” The CEO leans back in his chair. He points at Tom, then Greg, then you. “I see a CEO, a COO, and a Media and Press Head. At least, ones I’d be happy with handing my company to. And as long as we’re still over the seven figures, as initially agreed, then I suppose the money isn’t an issue.”

“We’ll relay the message,” Greg tells him, smile on his face.

“Ah, I know where I know you from, now!” The CEO’s face lightens. “You’re the fellow that helped out with the shareholder issues we were having back in October! You were a ray of fucking sunlight, I tell you. I thought the shareholders were going to dump us, I have no idea how you did it.”

Greg looks surprised. “Oh, I, uh, didn’t know you knew about that. I was kind of just given the order, and, um, I got involved, yeah.”

“I’m quite glad you did. Well, now I’m sure. I trust the three of you with my life, and I trust the old geezer as far as I can throw him. If he can come to terms with the three of you leading the troops into war, the company’s good as yours. Retirement’s on the horizon, for me…”

The CEO drones on for what feels like several more years, talking about his new young girlfriend and all the things he planned on doing once he’s retired. The vacations he’d take, the people he’d meet… You checked out after twenty minutes.

When you’re finally done and out in the hall, and nobody’s around, Tom pumps his fist in the air. “Fuck yes!”

“Did that just happen? Did we just do that?” Greg asks.

Tom doesn’t respond, just loops an arm around both you and Greg, and hoists you both into the air in victory.

#succession blurb #tom wambsgans #gregory hirsch #greg hirsch #greg the egg #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #wambsgansshoelaces #anon ask #requests open

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peachy-pink-princess · 1 year

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Over protective en-

Word count: 933

Please give credit to the creator if you reblog xoxo

Heeseung: Heeseung worries about you a lot. Like a lot, a lot. However he also knows that you're a plenty capable person and can take care of yourself. He doesn't want to seem pushy but low key adores the moments where he gets to be your superhero. For example when you went out for a lovely dinner and a middle aged man decided to crash your date. The following minutes would included the older man complimenting you, specifically your body. Yeah- Heeseung ain't putting up with that. Needless to say date night got cut short and ended with you nuzzled into your boyfriend's chest at home, where the only man you need to think about is him.

Jay: Repeat after me, husband material. He's shamelessly overprotective. Like his s/o is beautiful, smart, talented, everything he could want and more. Regardless of the situation you're always in his mind. He texts you constantly through out the day to ask about your day. So when he received a text from you that you were outside the hybe building waiting for him, imagine his surprise to see another man's arms around you. He may not be the most passive aggressive out of the members but he's in the top 3. Expect to hear his sweet voice saying some...less sweet words. It's all worth it though, cuz guess who's arms are around you now? His<3

Jake: I don't think Jake is an over protective boyfriend. He gives and has full trust with his s/o... That being said his trust doesn't extend to anyone else. He thinks everyone wants you fr✋ He'll be like

" you see that person over there, they're looking at you. "

" No they aren't-"

" I mean you're perfect so I understand why they're staring "

" they literally aren't staring ".

That is the average conversation with Sim Jaeyun. One time out of the many you've had that conversation he was right.

" They're looking at you. "

" I'm sure you're wrong Jake. "

He gave up pretty quickly on that conversation and went to the bathroom. When he came back the guy Jake had noticed was no longer in the corner from before but rather trapping you against the wall. Jake to your rescue, his method of saving is extremely painful. He chooses to ramble to death. Tell him to shut up plz ( jk I love him ). He'll make it so awkward that the guy has to go away. Definitely has the most shit-eating grin you will ever see. Call himself your knight in shining armor. Just go with it, we love him.

Sunghoon: Acts like he doesn't care. ( He does ). He cares a lot. Sunghoon will definitely deny this side of himself but everyone, even the members, knows he's over protective. Sunghoon took you on an ice skating date, something he sees as incredibly entertaining ( especially when you need his help ). When he went to retie his laces you were left all alone on the Ice, at least you thought.

" Are you all alone? "

When the young man approached you, you didn't think much of it. However, when he grabbed your hands trying to lead you on the ice , pulling you forward you suddenly feel hands on your hips. Keeping you from moving any farther. " She's with me " is all Sunghoon says before dragging you far far away

Sunoo: Sunoo is a difficult one when it comes to being overprotective. There's only one thing he gets jealous of...your pets or animals. (( He thinks they're the only things that are as cute as him )).

" You know why I'm better? Because unlike that cat I don't scratch you- I know it's cute but...so am I "

You'll probably have to give your pet and your boyfriend affection at the same time- it's just the sunoo way

Jungwon: we all know he's so silently judgmental. This definitely applies to your boy best friend. He doesn't get the concept. Like shouldn't he be your boy best friend?! Jungwon went to pick you up after class to see you talking with the other male. Jungwon felt curious, deciding to approach and listen from a far.

" Come on jungwon is always away you need a real man you need me "

Your friend put his hands on your shoulders his touch slightly aggressive. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you desperately wanted your boyfriend. Lucky for you, he came.

" I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. You think you're so much better for them than me? If you were than you wouldn't be making MY darling so uncomfortable right now. Come on y/n were going, right now. "

Niki: Nothing worries him more than the idea of you leaving, especially for a vacation. After all he left his entire country to pursue the idea of being an idol and although there is a lot of important people in his life that he started in Korea you are definitely the most important. He doesn't know why but a certain part of his brain always switches on when he hears that you'll be leaving for a while, he's afraid he won't come back and he'll lose one more person that means so much to him. The day that you leave for vacation you'll receive hundreds of texts all of them being sweet just asking you about your trip and telling you to keep him updated so he knows his love is safe.

I haven't posted in a while but I really hope that this is enjoyable for all my readers and please give me some requests, I want to get them done before the holidays as a treat to my readers

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h0ney-fiction · 2 months

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Nashville

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Synopsis: Adam Page and Swerve Strickland go to a bar in Nashville...

Word Count: 2,359.

A/N: do we like this 1st POV or back to 3rd?

Ratings/Warnings: M. Alcohol Use. Explicit Sexual Themes.

It was a hot night in Nashville as I sat at a bar and grill waiting for my best friend, Liz, to meet me for dinner. It was our ritual to meet after work to commiserate another grueling week.

As I waited for Liz, my eyes passively scanned the bar filling up around me. Most people were pooling in to pregame for a night out. It was summer so there were quite a few people in shorts and t-shirts. This was my favorite season to people-watch. You could tell if someone was a tourist by their clothes or lack of them. My eyes wander out to a pair of men at the end of the bar. One donning a dark purple shirt, dark jeans, and cowboy boots. His light brown hair looked almost gold in the lights of the bar. The other was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. His hair was loc'd and when he smiled, I couldn't help but notice a grill in his mouth. Both of them were very handsome.

The man in the purple shirt laughed at something his friend said. He threw his head back. My eyes traveled down his body. He was fit, I could tell. His biceps flexed as he raised a drink to his lips. My eyes couldn't help but trail over to his friend and notice how muscular his physique was as well.

The vibration of my phone brought my attention back. I was texting my friend.

'I'm so sorry but I got stuck with another shift!'

'It's okay.' I replied.

'Can you take a raincheck?'

'Yeah. Sure.' I replied.

I wasn't upset that Liz bailed; as we do this every week. I began to put my phone in my purse and get ready to walk away when the man in the black shirt took the empty seat next to me.

"What's a beautiful woman like yourself doing all alone?" The man said, his voice deep and rich.

"I was waiting for my friend," I replied.

"I'm Stephon, but my friends call me Swerve." He said, extending his hand.

"I'm Ciera."

"Ciera, huh? That's a pretty name. It's nice to meet you, Ciera."

I took his hand and shook it. I tried to ignore how soft his skin was.

"Well, my friend can't make it. So, I guess I'll be heading home."

"That's a shame, my friend and I were wondering if you wanted to join us for a drink."

He nodded towards his friend in the purple shirt who had been watching us the whole time. He smiled from across the bar and raised his beer.

"Oh, well. I don't want to interrupt." I replied.

"You won't be. We've been waiting for someone just like you to join us."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Well, a beautiful woman like yourself deserves some attention."

I smiled, "So, you've already told me."

He chuckled, "My friend and I are from out of town."

"That explains the purple shirt. Are you here for business or pleasure?"

"Business. We just finished a show."

"What kind of show?"

"We're professional wrestlers."

"You don't say," I said, trying not to sound surprised.

"Don't believe me, huh?" He said, his hand going to his chest, feigning pain.

"No. I didn't say that."

"Your face says it all."

I blushed, "I'm sorry."

He waved me off, "It's cool. It sounds crazy, but it's the truth."

Swerve then proceeded to take out his phone and show a clip of him and his friend's match.

"Woah."

"Now you see, I wasn't lying." He said with a wink.

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry about that."

"You can make it up by having a drink with us."

The man grinned mischievously. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist.

"I guess, but just one drink."

"Great!" He said, waving for his friend to come over.

His friend smiled from across the bar and took the seat on the other side of me.

"Ciera, this is my friend, Adam."

"Nice to meet you," I said, smiling and shaking his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, too." He replied.

"Well, what are you drinking, sweetheart?"

***

Three drinks later, we learned everything about each other. I learned how Swerve grew up an army brat and how Adam was a high school teacher in a past life. My life seemed pale in comparison as I told them I grew up in the middle of nowhere Florida before moving to Nashville as an assistant for a music executive. They were the total package. Adam was smart, funny, and easy to talk to while Swerve was the life of the party and knew exactly how to keep a girl smiling.

I could barely contain my laughter as they were regaling me with stories of their exploits.

"It was crazy. The entire crowd was throwing bottles at us." Swerve explained.

"Oh my god. How do you guys do it?"

"We love it," Adam responded. Swerve agreed.

"I think we've found our new best friend," Swerve said, raising his glass.

"Best friend?"

"Of course. We can't let you get away that easily."

"We have to leave for another show tomorrow, but we'd love to see you again," Adam added.

"We've had such a great time, Ciera," Swerve said.

"Me too. I've enjoyed getting to know you both."

"We could get to know each other better. Our hotel isn't too far from here." Swerve said, his hand brushing against my thigh.

Goosebumps rose across my skin at the feel of his fingers. The touch was light, barely there.

"I don't know about that."

"Come on. Let us take care of you. Show you a real good time." Adam said, the southern twang in his voice thick from the alcohol.

My eyes went to his. They were filled with heat and desire.

"I've never done something like this before."

"That's even better."

Swerve's fingers continued to brush against my skin. He inched closer and closer until his entire palm rested on my thigh. Adam leaned against me from my other side, his breath against my neck giving me chills down my spine.

"Let's go." Swerve whispered.

"I'm not that easy." I breathed out, the scent of alcohol strong on my breath.

"No. Of course not." Adam said.

"No expectations, just a nightcap." Swerve added.

I glanced between the pair. When was a situation like this ever going to happen to me again?

"Okay. Just a nightcap."

"Atta girl." They said in unison.

Adam stood first, helping me out of the barstool. I stood between the two. Both of them towered over me. Swerve placed his hand on the small of my back. His large, strong hands rubbed my skin.

We walked outside. The heat of the air surrounded me. I looked up to see the stars above. Adam ordered an Uber and less than 15 minutes later we were in his hotel suite. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey.

"I'm not an alcoholic, I promise. I'm just very picky about my whiskey." Adam said.

Swerve seated me on the couch, his eyes watching me intently.

"Do you have a mixer?" I scrunched my nose.

"You can't drink whiskey straight?" Adam teased.

"I don't know."

"Just give it a try." Swerve encouraged.

"Fine."

Adam handed me the drink and I took a sip. The brown liquor was smooth as it went down my throat.

"See? Not that bad, is it?"

"Not at all."

Adam took the seat to my right as Swerve took the seat to my left, sandwiching me. Adam poured himself and Swerve a drink. We talked about country music as we sipped. Swerve's hand was back on my thigh, rubbing my exposed skin, brushing against the hem of my shorts.

Adam's hand trailed down my arm. The goosebumps came back. I took another sip of the whiskey and set it down.

"You have beautiful skin," Adam complimented as he tucked my hair behind my ear. It was such a contrast from his tanned hands.

Swerve leaned over and whispered, "And you have beautiful lips."

"Thank you," I whispered as the pair's hands roamed my body.

Swerve's fingers played at the waistband of my shorts. He tugged them down slightly. Adam got up to dim the lights before coming back to kiss the side of my neck. I gasped at the feeling of his beard and the heat from his mouth.

"Relax, let us take care of you." Swerve whispered into my ear.

I tried to, but I was in disbelief at the situation. This is not what I expected when I woke up this morning.

"You're so tense, darlin'," Adam added.

"I can't help it. I can't believe this is happening."

Swerve chuckled, "Well, we can stop if you want."

I glanced down and noticed the bulge forming in his jeans. I turned my head to Adam whose erection was also peeking from his jeans.

I could feel myself growing wet at the sight.

I decided I wasn't going to block myself from this experience.

"No."

"No?"

"No, I don't want to stop."

Swerve grinned, "That's what we like to hear."

They wasted no time getting me out of my clothes. Adam kissed my neck and fondled my breast as Swerve took his shirt off, revealing his sculpted abs. He placed my legs on the couch before spreading them. He rubbed and kissed my thighs. His lips felt soft against my skin. I moaned as I closed my eyes, feeling Adam's lips on me. Swerve spread my pussy and began to lick and suck. I grabbed the back of his head and grabbed onto his locs.

"Mmm, you taste delicious," Swerve said.

"I've thought about this since we saw you at the bar," Adam said.

Swerve licked my clit slowly, taking his time. I arched my back off the couch as the sensations began to build. Adam kissed the back of my neck, jaw, and then lips as he pinched and played with my nipples. Swerve continued his tongue work around my sensitive pussy, lapping me up.

I moaned against Adam's mouth. My fingers tangled in his hair. His kisses were soft and sensual. I felt like I was going to melt.

"Fuck," I breathed as Swerve sucked on my clit.

"Does it feel good?" Adam asked.

"Yes." I hissed.

Swerve licked and sucked harder. The tension built inside me. I felt my pussy get wetter.

Before I got to the edge, Swerve pulled away from me. The nectar from my honey was on his beard. Adam's hands went down my body and rubbed my clit in replacement to Swerve's tongue. He inserted a finger into my tight hole and thrust slowly.

"Fuck." I moaned, throwing my head back.

Swerve undressed and began to stroke his dick. His cock was long and girthy with a slight curve.

"Do you think she's ready?" Swerve inquired, grabbing a pack of condoms from Adam's suitcase.

"I'd say she is."

Swerve and Adam smirked. Adam removed his hand and carried me to the bed. He laid me down as Swerve came to his side. Adam spread my legs and gave me a taste, holding onto my hips.

Swerve stroked his dick and licked his lips watching me moan at Adam's touch. He rolled on a condom before trading places with Adam, entering inside me. I let out a deep moan as he stretched me out, the pain quickly turning into a deep pleasure. He rocked into me slowly.

Adam watched his friend fuck me, taking his clothes off. Adam crawled onto the bed as Swerve turned me over and positioned me into doggy style. Adam took the opportunity to get on his knees and put his cock in my mouth.

"Damn, baby." He moaned as I bobbed and gagged. He was just as big and girthy as Swerve.

I looked up and saw Adam's abs and v-line. His chest and shoulders were toned and muscular. Swerve continued to pound into me. His large hands grabbed my ass.

After a while, the men changed positions. Now Adam was fucking me as Swerve took the opportunity to kiss and play with me.

I moaned loudly, my nails digging into the sheets as Adam thrust faster.

"Fuck. You're so wet." Adam said, his southern twang even more pronounced as he fucked me.

He slapped my ass, causing me to moan loudly in response. Swerve watched as his friend fucked me. He played with his dick, stroking and rubbing the precum.

"Come here, baby." He said.

He guided my head to his cock and inserted himself in my mouth. I could taste his precum as he fucked my mouth. He growled, pushing himself into the back of my throat.

I gagged as he pulled out, a string of spit following him. They took turns fucking my holes, switching places.

Adam bent me over, pushing my face into the mattress. He lifted my hips, pounding into my pussy. Swerve came behind him and inserted himself in my ass.

"Fuck!" I yelped, my body conforming to him.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, you're so tight." Swerve growled.

Adam held me up as the men fucked me. Their grunts and growls filled the air.

"Shit. Fuck, baby. You feel so good." Adam grunted.

My lower stomach grew warm and tight as my orgasm gushed out from me.

"Fuckkk," I heard Swerve hiss as his orgasm took over. Adam lost it instantly afterward.

"Shit."

Adam lay on the bed next to me. His chest heaved and glistened with sweat. Swerve pulled out of me and took the condom off, throwing it in the trash. I was in between us, the three of us panting. Swerve rolled over to face me then grabbed my face and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. Adam caressed my back, kissing my neck as Swerve kissed me. When Swerve pulled away, Adam rolled me around and kissed me tenderly.

"What do you say, do you think we'll be seeing you again?" Swerve asked.

"Definitely," I said, catching my breath.

"Good."

They took turns kissing and caressing me until we fell asleep.

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itsclydebitches · 10 months

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Hey, first ask but I’ve been following you for a while now, got here from seeing your post on a RWBY Reddit(notsurewhichone.) cus I’ve enjoyed all your recaps and reviews.

And I just want to ask your thoughts about Semblances in RWBY. Specifically how no one in the show…like really reacts or thinks of the implication of what someone’s Semblance says about their personality. You’d think Huntsman would be more wary of partnering up with people whose Semblances are linked to emotions when they fight Grimm. Like that’s easy bullying there

so while cool, you’d think some people would feel off about working with others depending on their Semblances.

Realistically we all know the answer why, RWBY’s never been the best(when they tried) at World Building and not every teenager likes to read into everything(most do, I won’t lie.)

Welcome to the inbox, anon! :D

Semblances—and their lack of development—have been a frustration of mine for years, ngl. Honestly, I've got no problem with stories keeping their World Building loose for the sake of things like combat creativity. Just want your characters to have cool powers without unpacking precisely how that's possible and the larger impact it has on the rest of the world? Go for it! That's a perfectly acceptable way to craft a story (depending on the genre + focus) and it gives fans plenty to play with without feeling like they're missing an integral part of the canon. RWBY's problem has always been in introducing these complex aspects and then not doing anything with them.

We could have easily gotten a version of the story where semblances are just generic powers that people unlock with no overtly textual connection to the characters' personalities... but we didn't. Once RWBY introduced the concept of semblances reflecting one's soul, yeah, the viewer expects something to come of that. It's the same with introducing the concept of grimm being attracted to emotion (they could have always just been free-roaming monsters), with one family's semblance being hereditary (just give Winter a similar-but-not-identical semblance that helps her train Weiss), and some semblances being passive (that never needed to be a thing, period). Those ideas raise a ton of questions that the show never capitalizes on and, worse, the show flat-out ignores the questions it does begin to unpack. Why doesn't Weiss have any thoughts about her semblances given her complicated relationship with her family? Why isn't anyone else hesitant to fight beside Qrow given his bad luck? As you say, why aren't those with semblances powered by extreme emotion, like Yang, considered potential liabilities in a fight? Is using her semblance worth it if it just attracts more monsters to deal with? Why not position her as the tank-like member of the team precisely because her powers tend to draw agro? There are so many missed opportunities but, as said, what's worse for me are the moments where the story overtly acknowledges these possibilities and then goes on to drop and/or contradict them. Nothing demonstrates this better than Ironwood's semblance supposedly being an integral part of his fall... and it doesn't exist outside of Word of God. RWBY's not iffy about its World Building, it's endlessly distracted. I'd take a story that flat out ignores questions the viewer might think up—we know what the story wants to focus on and recognizes that we should just leave the rest to fanfic—over stories like RWBY that continually introduces cool ideas and then drops them for the newest, shiniest one.

Another potential snag? Weapons. It's Crescent Rose that we're first introduced to, not Ruby's speed ability. It's Crescent Rose that she spent time building at Signal, inspired by her Uncle Qrow, who in turn was inspired by Maria. It's Crescent Rose Ruby hugs while gushing over others' weapons, saying that they're the glimpse into who they really are. At the start of the series semblances are secondary to weaponry and honestly? I think that worked a lot better. As awesome as some semblance moments have been, for me RWBY's combat shines within the weapon choreography and it's images like the tiny child standing with this giant scythe that are truly iconic. If I were re-writing the series I'd do away with semblances entirely, leaving just aura as a temporary shield and putting the emphasis back on weapons: the versatile, historical tools that the characters have control over. After all, it ultimately tells us much more about them if we get to see what they choose to fight with, rather than simply being told what fantasy genetics handed down to them. The fact that Volume 9 was supposedly this journey of self-discovery and semblances played no part in that for the team highlights how insignificant their connection to the World Building really is, but I find it equally frustrating that the characters' weapons have become insignificant props. Ruby lost Crescent Rose and isn't reacting to that? Who cares. Jaune broke the sword handed down to him through generations of huntsmen and apparently never tried to fix it? Who cares. Weiss' rapier is now literally one of the few remaining pieces of Atlas left in the world? Who cares! The story no longer treats these weapons with respect, so I can't treat them seriously as a means of characterization. That goes double when RWBY pops in once every two-ish volumes to insist that yeah, semblances are totally meaningful to these characters too.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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So hear me out:

Omega! Kanto! Mikey who shows up late at his meeting again but everyone is just staring at him before they point out his jacket.

Except it wasn’t his kanto jacket

It was actually one of his friend’s jacket who is an alpha and stayed overnight for the last time to help take care of Mikey non sexual stuff btw just cuddling and scenting and stuff And dude left his jacket behind to get ready for school

His best friend just so happens to like him too ;))

Mikey would be embarrassed internally but he would also be a TINY BIT mushy gushy about it to Kokonoi :))

Oh this? I like this lol

The room was quiet as Mikey walked into the room, everyone's eyes in him... specifically his jacket.

It was a white jacket with writing but...it wasn't his Kanto jacket he usually wore and judging from the scent it was most definitely an alphas.

Mikey was curious on why the others were staring at him before looking down and realized the issue...fuck.

Last night he stayed over at his close friend (name)s place, the two watching movies and Mikey scenting him and apparently when he left he grabbed the wrong jacket, that would explain why it didn't fit right. Mikey was embarrassed but kept a passive face as he went to his seat at the table, trying not to purr at the fact that he was surrounded by his crushes scent.

(Name) woke to an empty apartment, slightly disappointed as he hoped to see his ome---no Mikey wasn't his.

Yet.

Hopefully.

Sighing he grabbed his jacket from the dining room table only to realize "ah shit"

Guess he was making a pit stop.

Koko was a nosey bitch.

So seeing his boss come in with a jacket that reaked of an alpha, he had to know what the fuck was up.

"That's a nice jacket Mikey" Koko commented innocently and watched the Omega stiffen "thank you..."

"What happened to your jacket? Shall I order you a new one?" He continued and Mikey shook his head "my alpha will bring it to me"

Mikey was closed off but this information?

Groundbreaking.

Mikey? With someone?

"Youre courting?"

"Not yet, I have yet to find the item for him" Koko wanted to smack his head, of course Mikey was planning on making the first move, he was never a normal omega after all.

"Well I hope it goes goo--"

"Mikey?" A voice called out as an alpha stood at the entrance of the Kanto Manji base, catching everyones attention as the blond immediately perked up at the sight of the Alpha.

"What are you doing here?" Mikey said immediately going up to his alpha "you forgot your jacket" he said simply with a smile "oh! And I didn't know if you ate so I grabbed you the snack"

It was very obvious the Alpha was trying to show he could care for Mikey, providing food and such.

"Thank you" Mikey was unsure what to do, taking his jacket and putting it over the one he was currently wearing, no intentions of giving that back but (name) didn't seem to be bothered "of course, I gotta go but see you later yeah?" (Name) said sweetly, handing the omega his breakfast and no one missed him scenting him subtly.

"Yeah..."

"Have a good day Mikey!"

"You too..."

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #male reader #mikey x reader #mikey x male reader #mikey sano #kanto manji gang

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kindred-sims · 10 months

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Henry had been walking home from school the day he met her again.

Carrie had gone to visit with Genie for a while, asking that he let their parents know where she was as soon as he got back. He'd agreed, although he hadn't been in much of a hurry to return. Papa had been giving him so many chores lately, which really hadn't been leaving him with much reading time, and Mama had her hands full with Louisa and the new baby to even spare him a second glance.

That wasn't to say Henry was at all annoyed with his parents. On the contrary, he still loved them very much. But sometimes even ten year old boys needed their own space, and he just couldn't find that at home these days.

For that, Henry decided he would take his time, and chose the long route back to his family's farm, relishing in the scenery and reciting some of his favorite lines from his poetry book as he went.

"Stop it, please! Go away!"

Glancing ahead, Henry was startled to find none other than Dennis Gale in all his bullying glory, almost wanting to tuck tail and run the other way.

Until he spotted her. Millicent. That girl from town, the one with the pretty hat and long blonde hair.

And Dennis seemed to be picking on her!

Any fear he'd felt was replaced by a simmering anger, and before he could talk himself out of it, he'd ran up to the two of them, as Dennis laughed meanly, nearly shoving the poor girl into the dirt.

"Dennis, leave her alone!" he'd cried, fists balled up as tight as they could go. Dennis spared Henry a passive glance, snorting loudly.

"Or what? What exactly do you plan on doing?" he teased. "You're still half my size, Four Eyes, I could knock you down right now if wanted to."

"Yeah? So could my sister," Henry reminded him. "If it's a fight you're looking for, I can always just go find her, tell her what you said."

"Heh, you really think I'm still scared of her? That fight was a long time ago--"

"How come you still avoid her at recess then?"

Dennis flushed deeply, arms crossing.

"Forget it, you ain't worth it. Neither of you," he huffed. "I've gotta get home anyway."

With that, he turned and stomped off, both children watching as he went. Soon as he was out of sight, the girl -- Millicent, turned to Henry, amazement all over her face.

"My goodness, that was so brave of you!" she gasped. "Didn't he frighten you at all?"

"Aw, nah. Not really..." Henry felt his face heat up, just as it had that first time. "I mean, Dennis is a jerk, nobody should have to deal with him by themselves. It wouldn't have been fair to just leave you with him."

"That's so kind of you, truly. How can I ever thank you?"

"Oh...you don't have to--"

"Oh but I must! Mother always says that it is the proper thing to do, after all," she insisted. "I know! Why don't you walk back home with me? We can have tea and cookies, if you'd like!"

Tea and cookies certainly sounded tempting to Henry, and he was almost ready to accept until he remembered his folks were expecting him home soon, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause them any concern.

Even if he wasn't in a hurry to get back to his chores...

So much as it pained him, he politely refused Millicent's offer, but since it was on the way, asked if he could still walk her home.

"Just in case Dennis shows back up, you never know," he'd said.

Millicent happily accepted.

Since her house was just up the hill, it wasn't that long of a walk, but just long enough for formal introductions to be made. A short ways into their conversation, Millicent soon recalled their brief meeting in town a while back, much to Henry's surprise.

He hadn't thought she'd have remembered.

When they'd arrived at the house, Henry was immediately taken aback by its grandeur, staring up at it in awe for about a minute before running to catch up with Millicent. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything so big and lavish before, least not up close! The most he'd seen of it were glances, when he'd walk to and from school with Carrie. They'd always used to wonder if anyone lived there, and Carrie had surmised that it was probably haunted.

Judging by the fact that Millicent apparently lived here, that didn't seem to be the case at all.

"Well, here we are," Millicent announced, stopping at the front door. "It was very nice meeting you again, Henry, and properly this time!"

"Likewise! You're good company, Millicent."

"As are you! I'm only sorry you have to go so soon, are you sure you can't stay long enough just for a cookie?"

"Sorry, I don't think my Mama would appreciate me spoiling my dinner," Henry laughed. "But...maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe...I could always stop by after school sometime, you know, for the tea and cookies. If that's still an offer..."

The smile Millie gave him in return was just as shy as his voice, and there was just the slightest hint of pink in her cheeks.

"It very much is, yes."

#sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 history #ts4 historical #decades challenge #wakefield legacy #1890s

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pack-coven-thing · 1 year

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Can I mention how incoherent divine warriors lore is?

Like. There was this group of like- six people who kept getting reincarnated, except for one

That's not a big issue. Sure it's vague, but it's not unreasonable.

There's way more issues though in everything else???

For the warriors in general: Jesson turned something that could be really interesting and dynamic into christianity lite, not many people in MyStreet knowing about anyone besides Irene. Which is crazy to me, because all the warriors- aside from Shad- were respected and worshipped in different parts of the world. Ru'aun even worshipped all the warriors, they just focused more on Irene.

Is it realistic that could happen? Yeah, fighting over religion is nothing new- am I pissed Jesson didn't expand it more when Irene is such a big part of the series? Absolutely.

Speaking of Irene!

I- she makes no sense

MCD!Aphmau is established to be Irene without her memories or her powers. Her powers locked away within a relic, and her memories sealed as well.

So how does Jesson explain Irene also being a tangible god. She's both MCD!Aphmau and an outside entity-

In our rewrite we made boundaries to this because Irene comes off as "I wrote myself into a corner and need a way out" sometimes.

So! Rewrite info dump I guess

In our rewrite every divine warrior there are thirteen because we felt like there should be a reason some of these people are so important that Irene made absolute sure they were involved in their next life is reincarnated, duh.

Irene's always been the one to facilitate who goes where, what family they're born into. This choice sometimes had the help of the other warriors, like Sabir, who's domain was time. But others, she had to do it on her own.

But I digress, the point is: Divine powers and memories being reincarnated into a mortal mixes poorly.

So, each warrior had a relic- or rather, their relic- a spirit, and a soul.

Their soul was the one to reincarnate, it was just the essence of their being.

Their relics could be hidden or handled by the other warriors, so that when the reincarnation was in the right time to learn- they could easily access and train those powers once again.

And spirits, they're the memories, the feelings, and even a lot of their magicks/witchcraft potential would be retained, everything that lingered because a new mortal wouldn't be able to handle them.

The warrior's spirits are connected to their reincarnation, their soul. If they draw too much power, if they become too separate, their reincarnation- and their soul- suffers. Aaron gets weaker as the Shadow Lord becomes stronger in both MCD and MYS, in Season 4 when Irene brings him back to life, Aphmau is suddenly so very weak.

So, most warriors' spirits stay shadowing their reincarnation. They're passive thoughts, senses of deja-vu, gut instincts. They can assume a vague form outside of their reincarnation, usually only appearing visually to said reincarnation, but choose not to because of the harm it would cause both themselves and their reincarnation.

Back before Irene & Aziz disappeared, when the reincarnations were told they were- well- reincarnations, and after they'd train with powers in order to do some good, their soul and spirit would blend. Mind you, it was still their reincarnation's mind and personality at this point, they just gained the memories that had been.. locked away. Their personality usually shifted, it wasn't always a pleasant thing to uncover, but it always had to be done.

So when Irene acts as a goddess, or even just as a separate being to Aphmau, it's just her spirit. Any time she pulls something big, changing the tides in a battle, bringing someone back to life, the drawbacks hit Aphmau

Irene also still is responsible for who gets reincarnated where, but before MCD!Aphmau came she was significantly weak, since she had no tangible energy to pull from. It's why the other warriors don't do what Shad does, and why Shad feeds off the shadow knights' energy after death. This also has the bonus of Aaron feeling.. unwell, every time a new knight is created

I really hope this makes sense also the shadow lord is Shad lmao

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minthe-lover · 1 year

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Chapter Analysis 219

I have extremely mixed feelings on this chapter, on one hand I fully hate Daphne and eros but I do like persephone showing some sort of lasting trauma in relation to the sexual assault sort of, I'll get into that later.

Now Eros has crossed over from annoyingly loveable to just.. annoying.

Now this chapter has by far the dumbest fucking thing that rs has ever done in relation to the time skip. Eros and psyches relationship is the second biggest and most important after persephone and hades, it was set up in one of the first chapters.. and rs decided to have them get married OFF SCREEN.

I don't care if your a fan of lore olympus this is objectively a terrible fucking choice. You don't have big important steps in a relationship happen off screen.. and then don't fucking show us any of it???? Like even in the few panels we have we just get a boring shot of eros in the suit, and then him being 'tired'. WE DON'T EVEN SEE PSYCHE.

why did rs think this was a good idea???? is so easy to fit to! just have eros about to get married have him invite persephone!! Out of all the freaken chapters to not have a flash back why are you having it be the most fucking important part of eros story.. like holy shit.

Next is gonna be covering... just all the stuff. My main annoyance is where Lore Olympus, self labeled 'deconstruction of purity culture' mainly only presents sex itself as a sexual option. We have all these comedic panels of Persephone saying how horny she is.. but we have no mention of masturbation? Like come on.. ya got the masturbating with the hades tree joke right there-

Instead you just get general "Oh I wish I could have sex!" jokes that feel.. really bland. They don't feel creative to the world, the closet we is the five years one. All of them could be said by any character in any story and it would be alright... it's just boring...

Now tied to the whole sexual assault plot line and this episode, it's sort of like half way done alright. While it's shown that her worried is partly effected by her assault but most of it is just general worry that hades doesn't want to have sex with her. she talks more about worry that hades isn't horny for her but nothing to do with a fear of the sex itself.

Also again I do like that the sexual assault is brought up.. but it's done so gently. Its supposed to be this big heavy thing but it's brought up passively and moved on from so quicky

Her worried are more with hades feelings and his interest in her, instead of her comfortablity with sex itself. Now as for hades nervousness.. I don't mind it, I like that lore olympus is showing a man being nervous to have sex. Alot of media does portray men as always 100% ready and okay with sex.. though I'm very cautious with how rs will write this... I'm very very worried about how it's gonna be handled.

Also they all talk like highschoolers, like rs you are allowed to swear right? you can say dick.. you've said dick before. why is persephone talking like a highschooler that just dry humped someone for the first time.

Now daphne and eros and.. very bad friends. They bring up sex first when they both know that persephone had been raped.. and continue to talk about it after Persephone expresses discomfort. If you didn't want to pressure or rush Persephone then why did you fucking faint when she brought up not having sex.

The closest they get to be somewhat decent is with Daphne mentioning that she should go to therapy and communicate with hades. It's the closest thing that they get to being a good friend... cause yeah persephone desperately need more then a single therapy session.

also like... why.. why the fuck is apollo running for president???? Like there has been no level of democracy in this whole goddamn story and now it's supposed to be this big element to it? Also I've said this before.. rs.. please please do not write it so that the people who vote for apollo are terrible/stupid etc etc.

Now I just.. really hate the art in this chapter, it's nothing terrible it's just.. boring. It's three pink characters talking to each other in a pink background with nothing else to it. It's boring and just awkwardly blends into each other and doesn't really work well. Plus with persephone and daphne being in the same chapter there is just so many awkward boob anatomy and ones that look like their about to pop out.

#anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #anti lo #lo critical #anti lo art

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cowboyjazz · 6 months

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my self-insert dragon ball OC, sorra, has hella trauma, but gets rescued by goku and becomes his adopted daughter. it's cathartic as fuck to write, so please also try that. unfortunately for sorra, goku fucking dies three years later. this fucked-up fourteen year old is now saddled with grief and the feeling that she should have fought cell instead of her little brother gohan, and persues tutelage from the other strongest fighter on the planet, vegeta. it's been over a decade since then.

i've been writing this OC for a year at least, and recently, i've been thinking about mind reading in dragon ball. they drop it as soon as it's introduced, for one; for two, if i was grappling with a childhood full of abuse and had the ability to share that burden instantly with a trusted confidant, i would do that shit in a heartbeat.

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The sun filtering through Sorra's dirty porch window lit up her living room, but the light didn't reach her kitchen. It gave the apartment a lopsided energy. She'd been lying on the couch for what seemed like hours, and her phone got boring ages ago. She readjusted, careful not to kick her kind-of-uncle in the head. He sat on the floor. Inexplicably, it was his usual spot, and it was where he'd been since Sorra had gotten home. She was in a sensitive mood when they finished their training for the day, and although neither had acknowledged it out loud, she was soothed by his company. The entire bag of chips that he had knocked out in the meantime was a fair price. His voice had been left largely unused until now, and croaked slightly when he finally broke the silence.

"When you ask me to share your memories, does that really help you?"

"I... yeah, it does," Sorra responded in surprise. She shifted upright. "Why do you ask?"

"Come here," he said cooly.

Sorra maneuvered to Vegeta's front. His expression betrayed nothing. His hand was steady as it reached for hers, and careful not to grab her prosthetic. He placed her open palm on his forehead. Sorra did not have words for what she saw.

When she pulled away, she was shaking. Sweat chilled her neck and forehead. She looked up to meet his evaluating gaze. She couldn't speak for a moment, but knew how important it was that she did. He was never this vulnerable with her. Even now, he was entirely in control of himself.

"How do you feel?" she ventured.

"Fine." His expression remained unchanged.

Sorra sat back on her heels. She allowed her head to loll backwards, and studied the ceiling absentmindedly. When she closed her eyes, she could vividly recall what she had just seen.

All of the memories that he shared with her were violent. Frankly, she had expected more gore. So much of it was just... Vegeta's ki. Gigantic blasts, and his knowledge of what was in front of them. His apathy.

Old memories like these often felt... altered. Touched. They all have some spots that are clearer than others, where they have most often been revisited, like fingerprints on foggy glass. They leave traces of how they are remembered, too. Sorra's flashbacks left certain memories drenched in anxiety and grief-- at least, according to Vegeta. She searched his memories for the same.

She found regret, of course. She could feel a dull ache in her chest. Guilt, probably. The self-loathing was familiar to Sorra, and that was everywhere.

He'd remembered some of these many, many times. His recollections spread out before her like tree rings, and Sorra could feel them change throughout the years. He had been proud of these, not so long ago. More recently, though...

"How often do you think of this, Vegeta?"

"Every day."

"And does anything help?" Sorra pressed, hopeful.

"No," said her teacher, his tone passive and withdrawn.

Sorra released a soft sigh. The ceiling was white, with a sharp, pointed texture that Sorra didn't know the name of. It looked like someone had pressed into it with a trowel while it was wet, leaving peaks in the plaster that shone golden in the setting sunlight.

Easy, Sorra. Stay present. Focus. What does he need?

"It's horrible," she assured him.

"Barbaric," he echoed flatly.

The silence between them was vast.

Sorra shifted uneasily, eyes still tracing the shadows in the ceiling. "Whatever comfort I try to give you now, you'll reject it."

"Deservedly so."

"Why?"

"What the hell do you mean, why?!" Vegeta's tone broke free from its restraint. He lurched forward involuntarily. "You saw!"

"Yeah, I did," Sorra agreed, her temper warming. She leveled her gaze to meet his as he continued.

"My actions could never be seen as anything but thoughtless and cowardly! I spent decades under the rule of someone who slayed my entire people, dealing the same fate to hundreds of other planets at his beck and call like some servile dog! I bode my time to fight Frieza-- and for what?! In the end, I wasn't even the one to kill him! After all that, the one justification that I might have had--"

"Nothing can justify what you did." There was no venom in Sorra's interruption, but its inarguable truth was striking.

"...yes. Nothing. Even then, I..." Vegeta trailed off, words escaping him. None felt adequate. Regret permeated the man, soaking up through him. He wore it like defeat, but Sorra knew better.

"You've grown since then," she urged, her voice soft.

"It makes no difference."

"The man who did those things died on Namek. Didn't he?"

Vegeta said nothing.

"And you went to New Namek, recently, too--" Sorra attempted to elaborate.

"That is irrelevant," Vegeta spat.

"It is relevant! Dad told me what you asked him there." Her encouragement bounced off. Vegeta tensed.

"And any reparations that I may make won't--"

"Shut up and listen, Vegeta!" She shifted forward on her haunches, urgent. His posture was guarded, his arm blocking his chest as it rested on his leg. "You have saved this planet from complete annihilation twice since then. You've given everything you have to protect Earth basically since you arrived, even when you were being a total dick about it, and you've done nothing but grow stronger and more compassionate the entire time I've known you!"

Vegeta drew back, and his ki braced itself. Impossibly, he read her reassurances as an attack. His next defense was an old one. "Even so, nothing can undo what I had once spent my entire life doing! We both know what's coming for me when I die!"

"You saved my life, asshole!" Sorra spat.

Vegeta had died twice already. The eternal fate revealed to him the second time around was far from surprising, but it had definitely changed him. His altered perspective had to do with Bulma, she was sure-- some misguided sense of cosmic failure as a husband or a father or something-- but Sorra didn't take the bait. She wouldn't convince him of anything from that angle.

He was silent again, stunned by her reply. He couldn't walk that one back so easily, not to her face. She continued.

"The entire time I've known you, you've been improving. When we met, you already cared about Bulma and Trunks, right? I definitely think you did. And you agreed to train me, the spawn of the dreaded Kakarrot--"

"You harassed me for months to!"

"And you didn't even kill me for it! You took care of me when I lost my arm, you warned me not to trust Duria, you retaliated when she stabbed me--"

"Oh, don't brag on me for that! I killed your mother behind your back!" he protested.

"She wasn't my mom anymore, and you know it! Stop arguing with me, you fucking ethical masochist! You thought that I could handle what I was going through, and when you found out that I couldn't, you saved my life! You even stayed with me that night so I wouldn't try it again! You made me open up to you even though it was clearly uncomfortable for you to do so! Am I wrong?!"

"You... no. No, you're not," he muttered. Sorra waited for a retort, an argument, an insult, but none came. Vegeta was once again at a loss for words. It was a rare feat, but her victory rang hollow under such circumstances.

When Sorra spoke again, her voice was lower, but her intensity remained. "That's who I see when I look at you, Vegeta. Someone who reflects, and grows. I see someone who loves his family, and who's willing to self-sacrifice to make sure that they're safe. I see someone who fucking cares. That man that you remember, the Prince of All Saiyans? With the tail, and the dumbass shoulderpads? I don't know him. You're punishing someone else now."

Vegeta had looked down at some point. He studied his gloves placidly, fretting the fabric between his fingertips. She broke his focus, grabbing his hands in her own.

"You're right that nothing can undo what you did. It was still evil, Vegeta. You're right about that. But you can change what you will do, and in that department, you're head and shoulders above anybody else."

He released a short puff of a laugh. "I suppose, when you start out where I did..."

Sorra tentatively moved a hand up to his cheek, cupping it softly. He allowed her. "You're a good man, Vegeta. You don't have to believe that yet. You just have to trust me."

They both knew those words. He had said them to her years ago, when she was convinced that the world was cruel and unforgiving, and that she didn't belong in it.

With that, the weight of Sorra's compassion finally became too much for him. The remaining veneer of Vegeta's composure cracked under the pressure, releasing a quiet sob as it went. His brows knit tight together and he looked away, obscuring his eyes, but the tears that came from them were obvious. Sorra touched her free hand to his shoulder, allowing him a chance to pull away, but he did not. She pulled him to her chest, embracing his weakness, guarding him as he crumpled in her arms. She rested her hand between his shoulderblades.

Finally.

She prayed that she had given him even a sliver of the relief that she had felt when their roles were reversed. She was honored to even be given the chance to try.

#sorra #dbz #oc #vegeta #dragon ball #i'm sure i could pick and preen at this some more but it's long enough i don't wanna do too much more to it #i have been various stages of drunk throughout this process but i think sober cj will also like this haha #y'aaaaall i LOVE the dynamic between vegeta and my oc #i feel like sorra puts him in extreme enough circumstances throughout their relationship to one another that she kinda...#accelerates his character arc without altering it too much #mmmmwah i love vegeta i'm gonna kiss his whole face #peace out y'all #writing

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chaos-and-ink · 2 months

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My fav lyrics from HOPE (NF)

HOPE What's my definition of success? / Creating something no one else can It's a person that can take the failures in their life and turn them into motivation / It's believing in yourself when no one else does If I'd have never hit rock bottom / Would I be the person that I am today? / I don't believe so

MOTTO Yeah, that don't make no sense to you, well, of course / See, one man's inconvenience is another's joy Where it ain't how big you are, it's how big you seem / Where people sacrifice the art tryna chase a dream / Then they wonder why they music's lackin' creativity

CAREFUL We come from the bottom, we still at the bottom

MAMA I look at the situation you had / Might of made the mistake of leavin', but it's makin' me sad / Thinkin' of you how you grew up, tryin' to cope with your past / Were you like me in your relationships and pushed away dad? I gotta know, mama Did you think you were trash? / Somethin' disposable that nobody could love or be glad? / To say they was with you, that issue is a issue I have Nobody's perfect, yeah, I guess we all fall short / And I can't hold this unforgiveness in my heart no more / So just know you're lovable to me and of course / You'll always be mama to us, so save a table for four, and know that

HAPPY Hanging by a thread's how I live / I don't know why, but I feel more comfortable Living in my agony, watching my self-esteem / Go up in flames, acting like I don't Yeah, been this way so long / It feels like something's off when I'm not depressed I'll be the first to admit that I'm a lonely soul / And the last to admit I need a hand to hold / Losing hope, headed down a dangerous road / Strange, I know, but I feel most at home when I'm

PANDEMONIUM Keep my enemies at arm's length, but / Close enough to make me feel safe

SUFFICE Just part of the game, yeah, it comes with the territory / It's just another day, man, I'm used to it down pourin' Who cares if underneath I'm hurtin'? / If there's one thing I've learned in / My life, it's that life is uncertain Gettin' burned is unavoidable, isn't it? / Ain't a person alive that hasn't been a victim

GONE Always saw my glass as half empty, it was never full / You were always passive and I was irresponsible

BULLET Look, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it / You ever need me for any reason, let me know Beautiful is what are you are, I know you doubt it daily Yeah, both got trauma sometimes I see it work against us / Other times I see it bring us close and connect us My lack of encouragement hovers over us both / Still you love me, it's mind blowing

TURN MY BACK I don't need nobody showing me the ropes / I don't need you, tellin' me to do my job

MISTAKE I've got qualities that I'm not proud of / I've made promises that I walked out on / I've had days I feel I don't deserve love No confidence / Struggle with it, that's obvious / But not enough to make me second guess / If I'd die for the ones I love I feel trapped / I might lash out / I gotta watch my back So think what you think, just don't call me a / Mistake

LET EM PRAY I've seen what it can do when I got both of my arms full / But still to continue to pile more on my back though Every step I've ever taken in the wrong direction / Helped me get to where I am today

RUNNING I'm tired / Of holding on to you, it's time to let / My pride / Go and learn to love myself again, yeah I'm done running from you / Spent my whole life in your shadow / Scared of who I'd be if I / Said goodbye and I didn't have you here I love you but not enough to allow you to continue to drown the both of us, you're / Holding me back, you're pulling me down, you're making me hate myself, I / Don't wanna leave, but that's what I need, I ain't got a choice, I can't just / Let you deceive and make me believe that I don't deserve to be loved

#chaos #fav songs #fav lyrics #nf #nf real music #nf music

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rutellingmeashrimpfriedthisrice · 3 months

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May I have a Katecinda please and thank you

YES YES ABSOLUTELY!!!!!

(Hope you didn't want like a specific setting/theme for this drabble)

Lucinda had known for a while that Katelyn liked girls, even longer than Katelyn herself made the realization.

Though, it was also thanks to Katelyn that Lucinda had the same thought about herself.

Lucinda liked girls.

Lucinda liked Katelyn.

And she knew Katelyn liked girls, too. Whenever Lucinda would look over at her, the other girl would surely have her eyes on the softball team or the soccer girls.

So, maybe she had a shot, too?

💙🧡

"Lucinda, we're friends, right?" Katelyn asked one night, after randomly declaring that she was going to sleep over at Lucinda's place.

Lucinda rolled onto her side, facing Katelyn in the bed they shared to find Katelyn already facing her. She thanked the dim lighting for hiding her blush. "Yeah, why?"

Katelyn's lips pressed into a thin line, and it took everything for the witch to resist staring at them. "Have you ever thought about...kissing?" Katelyn whispered, like it was some taboo thing and not something every 13-year-old girl thought about.

Lucinda hummed, pretending to think it over as if the thought hadn't been on her mind just moments ago. "I guess so."

Katelyn took a deep breath and squirmed slightly to hug a pillow to her chest. "Well, I have."

Lucinda tried to stay still, to not reveal how much her heart hurt at the thought of Katelyn wanting to kiss someone else.

"Like who?" She asked, trying to sound passively interested and not like it was the most important question in the world.

"It doesn't matter." Katelyn shook her head with an embarrassed waver in her voice. "What I was trying to say is...have you ever kissed anyone before?"

"No." The answer came out as soon as the question was asked.

Katelyn seemed to slump a bit in relief at that. "Then, would you mind...letting it be me?"

Lucinda's eyes widened.

"I just mean-!" Katelyn groaned in frustration, and even in the dim lighting Lucinda could see the red flush on her pale cheeks. "Neither of us have done it before, and I think...it should be done with someone you trust."

Lucinda gave a weak nod of agreement.

"And I trust you."

Nod.

"And I know you'd tell me if I suck at it."

Lucinda giggled, cracking a smile that Katelyn rolled her eyes and matched.

"Okay." She agreed with a deep breath. "So...we should kiss?"

"If it's okay with you."

"It is!"

"...Me too."

Lucinda was thankful that the air conditioning was loud enough to cover the sound of her thumping heartbeat when Katelyn suddenly scooted closer on the bed, close enough to smell the strawberry cheesecake they'd had after dinner just a few hours ago on her breath.

"Ready?" She whispered.

"Now?!" Lucinda squeaked.

Katelyn sighed. "Now or never, Lucinda."

"Fine, okay! Just- Let me mentally prepare!"

"It's a kiss, not a math test!"

"Just shut up alre-"

Katelyn interrupted her by pressing their lips together. It only lasted a moment, but it felt like forever.

Lucinda looked up at the blue eyes looming slightly over her, blue hair framing Katelyn's face like a waterfall crashing into her.

"Was... Was that okay?" Katelyn whispered.

"I- I don't know." Lucinda mumbled, still processing what had happened.

Katelyn made a sound of frustration and frowned. "Come on, no notes?"

"I don't exactly have anything to compare it to!"

"Fine!"

And Katelyn kissed her again. Longer this time, closing her eyes though Lucinda was still too shocked to even blink.

"How about now?"

"...Better."

"You think so?"

"M-Mhm."

"Awesome." Katelyn beamed. "Thanks, Lucinda."

"But, um." Lucinda finally blinked, her mind for once catching up with her. "We might need to try a bit more to know for sure."

She saw the hint of a smirk in Katelyn's smile as her friend giggled, rolling her eyes. "Maybe tomorrow. I'm tired from all this embarrassing stuff." She said, and turned over with her back facing the other girl. "Goodnight, Lucinda."

"Yeah, night." Lucinda said, glad Katelyn wasn't watching to see the lovestruck grin on her face at the thought of getting to kiss Katelyn again.

And if, years down the line, Katelyn had a new girlfriend or boyfriend who pestered and teased Katelyn about telling them who her first kiss had been, and she sent a sly little grin to Lucinda, well-

Nobody had to know if it made Lucinda's heart threaten to give out, right?

#katecinda #asks

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but-thats-its-own-love-story · 1 year

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Imagine Your (Magical Girl!) F/O

taking you to bed.

(S/I is also a Magical Girl. Omg they were teammates.)

This is almost like a piece of short fiction, in that it's more specific than I usually get with establishing character for both the F/O and S/I. Your F/O is a stoic, water-themed magical girl with healing magic, and your S/I is a bashful, moon-themed magical girl with sleep magic; any resemblance to existing magical girls is entirely coincidental. Pardon the silly technique names; comes with the territory. Also you're dating. Sensual Hurt/Comfort. Possibly suggestive (I'm perpetually touch-starved), ymmv.

Tonight's fight wasn't too tough,

but it was longer than average,

and you used up way too much mana as a result...

Even with your passive defense aura,

you still felt most of the attacks you took,

and your legs are killing you from all of the supernaturally-enhanced gymnastics...

S/I: If I were just a little better at dodging...

F/O: Hey don't be so hard on yourself... You took most of those hits because you were covering for me...

S/I: You're the healer... If you got hurt...

You can't bear to think about that...

F/O: Okay, okay, I get it... Anyway your house is too far away, and you're in no condition to move, so you're sleeping over tonight.

The casual certainty with which they decided that for you has you too flustered to stammer out a response,

but before you can even try,

they scoop you into a bridal carry and take off...

You're glad it's so dark,

because you can only imagine the shade of red your face is right now...

They swoop in through their bedroom window,

land with effortless grace,

and set you down directly on their bed...

It's super soft and fluffy,

and it smells just like them...

You involuntarily take an audibly deep breath...

You're so enrapt in their scent,

that you don't notice them openly staring at you,

transfixed by the blissful expression on your face...

Until they collapse...

That'll get your attention...

F/O: Guess I used a bit too much mana myself...

S/I: Unbelievable... You're in even worse shape, and you still carried me home? You're hopeless...

With some effort, you drag them fully onto the bed...

S/I: Come on, let's change back and go to sleep already...

F/O: No wait... Let's stay like this a bit longer... I want to heal you first, and... I need a favor...

You narrow your eyes at their apologetic smile,

then let out a beleaguered sigh...

S/I: The nightmares again?

They nod once,

and you pull their tired body on top of you,

begrudgingly taking comfort from their warmth,

as they straddle you in their sleek color-coded tights,

and press their impossibly soft chest against your own slippery smooth leotard...

It's difficult to notice through the matching color-coded eyeshadow,

but with them so close that you can feel their breath on your neck,

you can just make out the dark circles under their eyes...

S/I: How long have you gone without sleep? I know you said you can't sleep without me, but...

F/O: It's not quite that bad... I was almost exaggerating when I said that...

S/I: How long...

F/O: ...Five days?

S/I: You really are hopeless, you know that? Why didn't you tell me sooner?

F/O: Last time you stressed about how you're really only supposed to use it on civilians, and I didn't want to pressure you...

That was several times ago, not last time...

Of course the point of the magic is to make you fall asleep and forget,

but how many times have they just toughed it out without saying anything...

Why are they still so determined to push through all on their own,

until it's too much for them to handle?

Ugh, they're so hopeless...

S/I: [Twinkling Moonlight Goodnight~]

The sparkling silver dust hits them square in the face...

Despite your best efforts to restrain yourself,

your frustration got the better of you...

It’s not entirely their fault...

Your magic has only gotten stronger with your feelings for them...

F/O: Yeah I deserved that... But thank you, I mean it...

Their eyes are already half-lidded and heavy,

but they seem more fixated on yours...

Again...

F/O: Your eyes are even prettier up close... Do you... maybe wanna go out with me...?

S/I: We're already dating...

You blush like a tomato regardless...

How many times have they said this exact line and totally forgot because of your magic?

So many times even you don't remember...

F/O: Your turn... [Healing Seafoam Kiss~]

Right, they said they wanted to heal you...

Wait...

S/I: Aren't you supposed to blow the ki-*mmph*

They lean in and kiss you as deep as their eyes,

which incidentally are also prettier up close,

and the full force of their what-should-be area-of-effect healing magic hits you like a truck...

They taste salty and sweet,

and wave after wave of soothing warmth washes over you like bath water...

Your formerly aching legs feel like pudding...

You're too overwhelmed to move,

helpless in their undertow,

completely at their mercy as they drown your mind in a veritable ocean of numbing comfort...

Good thing too,

because if you think for too long about the implications of magic being tied to feelings,

and how strong their magic is right now...

Another wave hits you and your eyes roll back...

No more thoughts...

They finally relent,

but you've already been swept out with the tide...

Thankfully, they're too drowsy from your own magic to notice their effect on you...

F/O: Let's do that thing... where we hold hands... You know... to share mana...?

S/I: That's supposed to be for emergencies... but at this point... go right ahead...

They scrounge around by your sides until they find your hands,

and lace their fingers with yours over your head,

pinning you utterly and completely,

before finally succumbing to your magic,

and nestling into the crook of your neck,

out like a light...

You can feel your face burning,

but your muscles are so relaxed now you couldn't get out of this position if you wanted to...

Your mana flows from your heart,

through your clasped hands,

into their heart,

and theirs does the same,

forming a loop...

Your heart is still racing from that kiss,

but as the magic circuit pumps your mana in rhythmic cyclical pulses,

Your heartbeats start to sync up,

and your breathing slows to match theirs,

easing you peacefully to sleep...

...

You're lying in a shallow pool of warm water,

under a dark sky shimmering with countless silver stars...

Your body still won’t move...

They're kneeling beside you...

Both of your bodies are enveloped in soft color-coded light,

like you're midway through your transformation sequence...

Their hands are covered in soft foam,

the form their healing magic usually takes,

and they smile down at you,

and begin to caress you all over,

covering your body with a hazy warmth,

like napping while sunbathing,

that makes you forget what pain even feels like...

You close your eyes,

and suddenly you're the one kneeling,

with their head in your lap,

and your hands in their hair...

You return the favor,

kneading silver sparkles into their roots,

watching their eyes glaze over as their painful memories melt away into blissful relief and awestruck adoration...

...

You wake together,

still holding hands,

but now you're the one on top,

your head resting comfortably on their supple chest...

F/O: Thanks, I really needed that...

S/I: Mhm...

You're not sure how flushed you look...

You glance down abashedly at your tangled legs,

and notice something's different...

Your color-coded tights have taken on a gradient,

your usual color fading to match theirs just beneath the layered frills of your translucent skirt;

Theirs are the same but reversed...

You look up and see one of your ribbons in their hair,

and you have a feeling you're wearing one of theirs...

You try to untangle yourself,

but you realize both hands are tied at your ring fingers,

with red thread...

You lock eyes,

and your normally stoic partner is beside themself,

their eyes so soft for you that your breath hitches...

F/O: Maybe we... shared a little too much mana...

S/I: You really love me that much, huh...

If you managed a bonding ritual in your sleep, there's no mistaking it now...

You push them back onto the bed,

pinning them in the same position they had you in last night...

S/I: No sparkles this time... I want you to remember exactly what this feels like...

You kiss them with all the bottled-up emotions of all the nights they noticed your eyes were even prettier up close for the first time,

again and again and again,

and they surrender to you unconditionally,

lost in how your eyes look even prettier up close,

but different somehow,

their thoughts drifting away to the relentless rhythm of your lips on theirs...

Your mana coursing through their heart...

Your heart beating in sync with theirs...

Completely hopeless...

Utterly yours...

#This is definitely one of my more niche imagines #But at the end of the day it still boils down to falling asleep in your F/O's arms like most of the stuff I write #Imagine Your F/O #Selfship Imagines #OC F/O Sophie #OC F/O Rina #I pictured this with Sophie #She's the stoic one #But Rina is the water/healer one #So she gets tagged too

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