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honeybubblegumpink · 1 year

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Dungeons and dragons honor among thieves

◦°´*•.¸♡ 𝕩𝕖𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣 𝕩 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ♡¸.◦°˚°◦☙

Note : I was a little tired of write part 3 of siren reader x xenk because I wanted a little break . So I thought of what it be like to be xenk wife :) I hope you enjoy ! English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes not proofread

Genre : pure fluff

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" hhhhmmm " I stretch as I felt the warm sun on my skin. I looked around to see that my husband side of the bed was empty. He most have gotten up early I thought . I've been married to a xenk for 3 years now and being his wife is the best decision I ever made.

I get dressed and made the bed before going down stairs to see my husband makeing breakfast

" good morning dear " I greated my husband grabbing a towel and a bucket of water from the barrel to clean myself up and head towards the sink

" good morning love, breakfast will be done after you washed up " xenk said in the sweetest voice ever.

" you know you could have wake me up so I could help you with making breakfast dear. " I said while I washing my face and dry myself with the towel .

" now why would I disturb my wife of her sleep? You look so peaceful sleeping , I couldn't bring myself to wake you up " xenk said ,my heart melted at his honey like words .

" do you want your eggs scramble this time? " he asked after getting two eggs

" okay " I said , getting the table ready for breakfast . Xenk is scrambling the eggs .

" here you go " I gave him a bowl to put the eggs in

" thanks love " he grabbed it from my hand and kisses my forehead

after having breakfast I gather the plates and bowl to the sink. Xenk handed me a bucket of water and help me with the dishes. I told him I can do it but him having a kind soul insist on helping. Not only did he helped me with the dishes he also help me around the house.

I've been in the wood for about an hour now to see what I can hunt for tonight supper. I didn't bring xenk with me because I know how he is when it comes to hunting. He would always let the animals go because he couldn't stand it to kill them . That's why I do the hunting and the reason why we don't eat meat often, but on some days we eat some fish. Today I'm hunting for some wild mushroom so I can make a delicious mushroom soup

" oh my goodness, I hit the jackpot this time ! " I said running to collect as many mushrooms in my basket as I can.

" perfect ! " I looked at my basket that was filled with wild mushrooms . I spent another hour around the woods collecting some berries to make a jam to go along with bread or tea , I came along a field colorful flower I decided to pick a few to decorate the house since the house seem a little dull of color.

I walk back home happily with today mushroom hunt. I open the door " I'm home " I said but no response . "Xenk most be out " I said to myself . he's probably helping someone right now. I put the basket at the kitchen counter ith the barriers I just collected. I pour some water into the vase and put the flower in to the vase. I carry it to place it at the fire place .

" I'm sure he would like the flowers " I turn and go outside to chop some wood for cooking and for the fire place. I go inside with the chopped wood in my hands and started the fire for cooking.

After some time I tasted the mushroom soup before deciding it was finished , as i covered the pot with the lid I hear the door opening and i knew it was xenk as I heard his voice and some others as well

" wait you have a wife? " a young female voice said

" yes "

" Wow how am I not surprised , of course he has a wife , why would he?" I heard another say but this time a young man voice

" welcome back home love and i see you brought visitors " I said putting the spoon down before going to kiss him on the cheek.

" I hope you don't mind us coming in " a older looking woman said.

I smiled at her and shook my head " it's no trouble at all "

" shes so nice " I hear young female whisper to the other male

" would guys like some tea? I just made wild berries jam . It would go lovely with the black tea I bought yesterday " I said grabbing the kettle and filling it with some water.

" sure why not " the man with a lute said.

" great " i said putting the kettle in the open fire . As I was pouring the hot tea into the six cups with wild berry jam . I mix each cup with a but if honey as I did I hear there conversation about the helmet .

" wait the under dark ? " doric said

" we're you trying to keep it save? Why would you ever put it down there ?" edgin complains

" because it would be the last place anyone who value their life would go " my husband said

" sounds lovely " Simon said after hearing what my husband had said where the helmet was put

" quite the opposite " my husband told Simon in a serious tone

" I know I was being ironic " Simon said as I laughed a little handing out the hot tea to them.

" thank you " doric said before grabbing the cup. I seated myself on the couch. After some time they all agreed to go to the under dark tomorrow because they don't have any choice but go and get the helmet.

I offered them to stay at the house till tomorrow because they don't have anywhere to stay . I surve them my mushroom soup for super and more black tea. We where all on the couch Simon and edgin where sitting on the carpet enjoy some tea until. Holga ask " how long have you and xenk been together? "

" married? " I asked

" yeah " holga said sipping her tea

" Ive been married with xenk for 3 year " I reply to holga

" wait 3 years? And you guys are not planning on having kids? " Simon said . I cough at Simon words because it was just out of the blue.

" are you already love?" Xenk said rubbing circle behind my back. I nodded and took another sip from my tea.

" Simon why did you have to ask that? " edgin said

"Sorry I didn't mean to-uhm- i-i "

"It's okay Simon. " I reassure him feeling a little flush. I have to admit that I have been think what our lives would be like if me and xenk have any children. I looked up to see xenk staring at me that made me clustered. He lean in close and whispered " let talk about it later okay love? " then he kisses my forehead.

It was getting late, I gave our guess some blankets and pillows so they could comfortably stay in the living room. I walk up to to the bed and hugged my husband from the back. my arms around his neck as I gave him some small butterfly kiss . He chuckles and pulls me into his embrace.

" so are we having that talk now ?" I said giving him one more kiss but in the lips this time. He just smiled in return before speaking

" have you ever thought of having a child with me love? " he started in a serious tone

" of course " face to face , I answer and sat on his lap . " have you? " I asked him

" well certainly " xenk puts his hand around my waist ." would you like to have a child together love "

I stare at his eyes before answering with a nod . He smiles and gave me a passionate kiss full of love and warm. His hands slides up but I stop him " but now now love. We have guess " I said

" how unfortunate. But it can't be helped." Xenk lift me up and lay me down on the bed before climbing on the bed himself. He holds my hand , kisses and Squeezing them. Before looking into my eyes at saying-

" I can't wait for us to have a family love " he finished his sentence and pulls me close to him. We both cuddle and drifted off to sleep

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I hope you guys like it !

Kinda short but I spent hours on writing this and its almost 2am

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚡𝚎𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚡 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

#xenk x reader #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #xenk yendar x reader #dnd

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caoimhewritingdesk · 1 year

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hiya, i've been reading a lot of bella stuff cause im currently obssesed with him, i was wondering if you could write a bella x fem! reader where they're both actors and reader just had a movie come out (i would love if it's a horror) so she's having a lot of interviews and she gets asked what movie fascinated her recently and she says requiem (watch it if you haven't it's so good) and she says she knows bella has tlou coming out rn and wants to look into it cause she really liked them in requiem and thinks she's an amazing actor and let's it slip that she thinks he's also really pretty and bella hears cause fans tag them in it, but little do we know bella has had a bit of a crush on reader for some time now and then they finally meet at an award show or something and really hit it off if you know what i mean. i will leave the rest up to you! also sorry this is so long 😭

The Interview

Part 1

I'm so sorry, this has taken me so long to reply to, I've been really busy with Uni work and haven't had time to write.

Summary: You let slip that you find Bella attractive in an interview

Request anything to do with Bella and I'll try my best.

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x fem! reader

Word count: 891

You had spent the last couple of weeks promoting your new movie, it was a horror movie centring around a solo female protagonist who is hunted for sport. You had spent 6 months running in the woods covered in blood, so sitting in a hotel room answering questions from every magazine and website was a walk in the park but you couldn’t help the boredom set in around the second day when all you were being asked was how you felt acting with your male counterpart and if you were nervous to kiss him. Not being new to the industry you were used to these types of questions and they never bothered you before but today, it was just getting on your nerves. It maybe because you had spent most of the night before watching The Last of Us and edits of Bella Ramsey which then lead you to find out they were in a short film that was coming out in a couple of days. It sparked your interest and you couldn’t help but count down the days until it was going to be released.

“You have mentioned before your love of indie movies, is there any that have sparked your interest?” The interviewer asked which knock you out of your thoughts.

“Funny you should ask that, last night I came across a short film that looks really good. It’s called Requiem. It’s got Balla Ramsey in it and from them being incredible in The Last of Us it will no doubt be amazing” you say with a smile on your face, finally a question that isn’t the same.

“I’ve loved watching The Last of Us, can we just have a minute to appreciate Pedro Pascal,” The interviewer said with a laugh. “My for you page on TikTok has been flooded with videos of him”

“Mine has been flooded with edits of Bella, It’s like every video” you chuckled. The interviewer responded with a raised eyebrow. Throughout your career, you have kept your private life very secret but it meant that your fans have speculated about your sexuality. For some reason, recently a blind item had come out that was rumoured to be about you and a secret girlfriend but you are single and all the blind item has done is added fuel to the fire of rumours.

“Can I just say? I’ve been a fan of The Last of Us for years and when the show was announced I was a little worried as I didn’t want the adaptation to be bad but I have not been disappointed, the only thing that the show hasn’t got right is Joel not dying as much than when I play the game. Also, the comments of other fans have made about Bella are so disgusting, I think they need to get their eyes checked because you have to be blind to think Bella is anything other than attractive or not the perfect Ellie.” You ended up ranting and the interviewer was just nodding along, but you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach. You knew for a fact that the interviewer was going to use what you’ve said about Bella and add more fuel to the fire of speculation about your sexuality.

A couple of days later.

Bella has just posted a picture on Instagram of some behind-the-scenes pictures from The Last of Us. It had only been up for a couple of minutes when their phone was blown up with notifications, they knew where this was going. It would be filled with a bunch of hate comments about her and as much as he didn’t want to, he couldn’t stop himself from looking at them even though it hurts him. Only to be surprised, there were a lot of hate comments but most of them followed along the lines of:

users1:BELLA HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N’S NEW INTERVIEW?!?!?!?!?

He knew your work very well, having watched most of the movies and TV shows you had been in. He wouldn’t say he had a crush but it was a point for his friends to tease him about. It was even something Pedro teased him about, you had a new movie released in 2021 in the middle of filming The Last of Us and for a soiled week or two, it was all he talked about.

Pulling up YouTube to watch the interview as curiosity got the better of him. When they saw the interview in question it was clicked on immediately. For the second time in 5 minutes they were shocked, the clip from the interview was you saying “Can I just say? I’ve been a fan of The Last of Us for years and when the show was announced I was a little worried as I didn’t want the adaptation to be bad but I have not been disappointed, the only thing that the show hasn’t got right is Joel not dying as much than when I play the game. Also, the comments of other fans have made about Bella are so disgusting, I think they need to get their eyes checked because you have to be blind to think Bella is anything other than attractive or not the perfect Ellie”

Blush crept up on his cheeks and he didn’t realise he was smiling.

“Well, what do I do now?” he said out loud.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #hbo the last of us #tlou show #pedro pascal #bella ramsey tlou

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yeowangies · 5 months

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Blood Stains

CHAPTER XI: In spite of big fears

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PAIRING: Raditz/F!Reader RATING: Teen and up CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Slow burn, Smut, Enemies to Lovers. WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, Blood. WORDCOUNT: 5581

Summary:

“I love Raditz. I know he’s done things, terrible things, and we had our arguments about it, you know? But I’ve seen so many sides of him to know there’s more to him than just violence. I don’t expect him to change, but I’ve made peace with his history. It made him who he is, and I love him. I love him on purpose.”

Notes:

After a million years (it's only been like four months) I finally finished this chapter!

It took me so long to be satisfied with it, I wrote, erased, rewrote, moved around, erased and rewrote again so many times.

This is heavy on dialogue, obviously since a lot of issues have to be resolved!

Next chapter is gonna be an epilogue! I already have in mind what I want to write for it, but if anyone has any ideas or suggestions, I'm all ears!

You can check the tag #*bs if you wanna see the previous chapters.

Getting to Kame House never seemed like such a long trip until that very moment. It was a long way there, but whether you like it or not, you have a lot to think about.

Raditz has kissed you repeatedly for no reason. Or well, for reasons that might have been obvious, but you don’t want to conclude anything, especially when you don’t know what he’s planning to do once the Saiyans get here.

Bulma greets you as soon as you get to Kame House while you save your hover car inside a capsule.

“Hey!” You smile at her, and she quickly grabs your arm and tugs you the farthest away from the house. “What are you doing?”

“Listen, I didn’t wanna say anything because I was waiting for you to tell me,” Bulma whispers, just in case someone might listen. “But you never did. I saw the security cameras the day Raditz destroyed my lab.”

“Okay…?”

“Do you really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

You frown, confused. The day Raditz destroyed her lab, what else happened that day?

You remember instantly, and immediately Bulma notices the change in your expression.

“You kissed him! And didn’t tell me!” She practically yells, and you wince when she raises her voice. “Has he been with you all this time?”

“Not exactly.”

“Well? Aren’t you gonna tell me?”

“We weren’t… I thought it was better to keep it a secret. I didn’t think you’d see that…” Very stupid thinking, or lack of thinking on your part, you realize. Of course she was going to check the security cameras.

“So? I’m sure it wasn’t just that one time. No wonder you didn’t visit me as often.”

You smiled despite yourself. You weren’t ready for that kind of conversation, but what was the point of still keeping it a secret then? Of course you don’t want to tell everyone just yet. But Bulma already knew.

“We… spent some time together after that, but it was on and off.”

“‘Spent some time’? Did you sleep with him?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t sound too happy about it…”

You run a hand down your face, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before speaking again.

“Raditz stayed at my apartment for a few days, but… he left for God knows where, and came back every once in a while. Technically, we spent less than a month together, I guess.”

“Okay…” Bulma is smart, obviously, and you know she’s seeing right through you at the moment. “You don’t know what he’s gonna do today, do you?”

“No, we avoided the topic, most of the time. It was kind of what we agreed on.”

“How do you feel, then?”

“I honestly have no idea. I didn’t think I would feel like this… Raditz is either going to leave this planet… or he’s going to die, and both options break my heart.” Your voice wavers at the end, and you lower your gaze, trying to hold in your tears.

“I’m sorry, I thought…” Bulma runs a hand up and down your back.

“I know…”

“We don’t know what’s gonna happen, so calm down, ok? Goku is gonna get here soon.” Bulma reassures you, patting your head.

You nod, at a loss of words.

Verbalizing what you were afraid of doesn’t make you feel better at all, and now you're more on the verge of tears than before. You know that Raditz likes being with you, even when he hasn’t said it, but you doubt that would change anything. His over 30 years of existence can’t be compared to whatever relationship he’s been having with you for less than a year.

It’s ironic how certain you feel about that conclusion when you know those days you spent with Raditz had inevitably changed your life. You can feel it in your bones, no matter the outcome of this day, you’ll be spending the rest of your life getting over him.

Everything is a blur the whole time you’re at Kame House, and you wonder if it would be better or worse if you could actually see what the hell is happening. You even wonder if you could actually sleep this day off, and wake up when it’s all over.

Hours later, you drag your feet to hop on the aircraft to get where the battle has taken place as anxiety eats your insides, and you try to tone out everyone’s voice (and you really understand Chichi’s desperation to get there as quickly as possible, but she was being really loud and that just puts you more on edge). Getting off the aircraft is easier after Chichi practically throws herself out there to look for Gohan once they land. You follow suit, landing your eyes on Goku, completely beat up and bleeding, but conscious. A little relieved, you look at Krillin briefly, noticing that he’s in a slightly better shape, before glancing around, trying to find Raditz. If he’s there at all.

Krillin notices your trepidation, and calls your name, making you look at him.

“That other Saiyan, Raditz, he helped us…” He smiles at you, before pointing towards his side. “He’s over there, alive but barely…”

Before you even know it, you run towards the place Krillin pointed to, and immediately spot him.

“Raditz!”

He’s looking at you through hooded lids, perplexed, when you kneel beside him. Your heart beats inhumanely fast as you eye him up and down, horrified to see him completely covered in blood and bruises, but absolutely glad he’s alive.

“You told me you wouldn’t come here…” Raditz grumbles with a hoarse voice as you lean over him.

“I guess I lied.”

Blood is flowing from many different places all over his body that you can’t even see where the wounds are, he might as well be bleeding from every pore. Sliding one hand down his cheek and into his scalp, your vision gets blurry when you feel hot thick liquid running through your fingers.

How many nights did you spend with your hands up in his hair? Seeing them now soaked in his blood as you thread them through his hair only fills you with panic.

“Why are you crying?” Raditz asks, looking at you curiously. You didn’t even notice that you were until he said it, feeling your face completely drenched.

“Why am I crying?” You hiccup, smiling sourly at the ironic question. “Have you seen yourself?”

“I’ve gotten out of worse situations…” He smirks, coughing up blood before going on. “This is nothing.”

“Have you?”

You try to comfort him with your touch, keeping your hands in his hair and softly caressing his scalp, no matter that you’re getting covered in his blood in the process. Your eyes scan over his body once more, though you’re not sure why, before landing your gaze back on his. You stare at him with so many emotions bubbling up in your chest at once, and you know he must be seeing them all, even through all your tears.

“You’ve been keeping secrets from me.” Raditz utters, his gaze fixed on yours. You snort, amused that he can see right through you.

“And you? What did you do? Why did you…?”

You trail off when a shaky hand slides up your cheek, wiping away a few tears with his thumb.

It’s a simple gesture that fills your entire chest with a certain kind of warmness that you would have never expected, not in that moment. Especially because of Raditz.

Maybe you both have been too naive.

Leaning down with your hands cupping his face, you kiss him sweetly, trying to convey how relieved and happy you are that he’s alive. Raditz returns it, skimming his hand into your hair to keep you close.

“I’m getting blood all over you…” He murmurs against your lips.

“I don’t care.”

“I’ll stain you…” His hand in your hair drops.

“Then you’ll stain me.”

You kiss him briefly again before pulling away, just as you hear Bulma crying some feet away. You turn in her direction, confused.

Why is she crying? You know some of the guys have passed, but you can still use the Dragon Balls. If Yamcha has died, they can still bring him back.

But only if Piccolo is still alive…

“Did all our friends… Did they die?” You ask Raditz quietly, when you realize what the situation might be.

He only looks at you and nods meekly, and you couldn’t help your tears as they flow out of your eyes once more.

“I’m sorry.” Raditz mutters softly, to your surprise.

“You’re sorry?” You ask, flabbergasted. He snorts with a smirk, entertained by your reaction. You sigh, showing him a small smile. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Raditz stares at you with soft eyes for a few seconds before he closes them, and you panic once he passes out.

There’s too much light in the room when Raditz wakes up, to the point where he thinks that place must be heaven, because everything in the room is just white and light blue, and the bed he’s on is soft and warm.

That is until he feels a sharp pain all over his body.

Groaning, Raditz tries to move all his limbs and fingers, but only ends up making the pain much worse. He notices his entire body is bandaged, and his right arm is wrapped in a cast. The room he’s in reminds him a lot more of the room he used to stay when he got injured after his fight with Goku and Piccolo, but he knows it’s not the same place.

He attempts several times to actually get up to find out where the hell is that place until you walk into the room.

“You’re finally awake!” You smile, before scowling at him. “Are you trying to get up?”

Raditz tries to ignore the way his heart beats enthusiastically in his chest when he sees you. It’s going to take a while to get used to that, for better or for worse.

“I want to know where the fuck I am.” He retorts with no real contempt.

“Again with that attitude.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. “If I recall, last time I had to trick you into saying ‘please’.”

“You’re a manipulative woman.” Raditz smirks when you walk over, sitting on his bed.

“Excuse me?”

Your arched eyebrow and your eyes wide open amuse him to no end, making you roll your eyes when he chuckles.

“Are you going to tell me where I am?”

“In a hospital, dufus, I’m not trying to trick you this time.”

“A hospital?” Raditz asks, confused.

“It’s where sick people get treated.”

“I know what a hospital is. Why didn’t you bring me here the first time?”

“You were a menace to society then.”

“And you think I’m not anymore?” It’s his turn to quirk an eyebrow.

You show him a knowing smile, before looking down at him.

Raditz knows he’s not as dangerous as you thought he was back then. Though you were never even afraid of him to begin with. He’s fine with that.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Raditz winces when he tries to move again. His body hurts from the beating he took from Vegeta, but he’s also somehow exhausted from laying down.

“I figured.” You smile, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Try not to move too much.”

“I can’t even if I want to, can I?”

“Well you blasted a hole in the wall last time you tried to leave while you were injured, remember?”

Raditz laughed quietly, before groaning in pain. Fuck, he’s in terrible shape.

“You have a few ribs broken.” You explain, looking out the window by the bed. “And you lost a lot of blood. The doctors were a bit shocked when they tried to do a transfusion and I told them you might not have a blood type like we do. They probably passed out when they found out I was telling the truth.”

He only understood what you were saying partially. Blood type? Humans don’t have the same kind of blood? He lets it go, not really caring enough to ask you about it.

“What happened to Kakarot?” Raditz asks, keeping his eyes on you when you turn to face him.

“He’s ok. He has as many broken bones as you do, but he’s been conscious for days now. He didn’t lose as much blood as you did, so he’s slightly better. It’s gonna take like four months for you to heal, so take it easy, okay?”

“Four months?!”

Raditz groans exasperatedly and throws his head against the pillow, grunting in pain when he feels a sharp pain up his spine. Fuck this place. He misses the technology in Frieza’s army.

“I told you not to move too much.” You try to contain your smile.

He glares at you. It’s not like he’s going to leave. He doesn’t even want to, but taking so long to heal is going to be a pain in the ass.

“Don’t worry, you probably won’t take so long to get better.” You grin reassuringly. “They’re not ready yet, but we have some magic beans here that will heal you in no time.”

“Magic beans?”

“Yeah, you get instantly better when you eat them.”

Raditz’ eyebrow twitches instantly.

“And why didn’t you get me one of those when I was on the verge of dying a year ago?”

“You were the enemy, I couldn’t! I didn’t know what you were gonna do!”

“What other things have you been keeping from me?” He looks at you with curiosity.

He doesn’t resent you for not telling him about things you thought were important; he does feel a little stupid for not realizing the amount of information you actually had, though it never would have occurred to him that something like ‘magic beans’ existed.

“Well, I don’t know… I wasn’t doing it on purpose.” When he raises one brow, you roll your eyes. “Okay, maybe I was hiding some things on purpose, but what about you, mister?”

“What about me?”

“You were obviously not telling me anything.”

“About what?”

“Anything, everything! Like, what did you even do when you weren’t at my place?”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Raditz smiles, amused. That time you got upset when he mentioned he slept with another woman came to mind, and while he obviously hasn’t slept with anyone else since then, he felt the need to reassure you. “I didn’t fucked anyone else.”

“That’s not what I meant!” You blushed slightly, shaking your head.

He tries to move his arms, or at least one arm, to pull you down and kiss you, but he only ends up grunting, feeling a pungent pain through his muscles. Your blush fades quickly and you snicker at the sight, earning a playful glare from him.

“I told you not to move.” You quip.

“It was just that one time that I had sex with someone else.” Raditz says without provocation.

“We already talked about this, you don’t have to explain-”

“You brought it up.”

“I didn’t!”

“I didn’t even sleep with her.”

“What?” You frown, not following.

“We just had sex.”

“…What do you mean?” You frown deeper as you raise your voice. “Do not give me details, or I swear to God.”

“It’s exactly like I said.” Raditz huffs, trying not to smile at your reaction. “We just had sex.”

“In the middle of nowhere?”

“Yeah.”

“What happened afterwards?”

“Nothing. I finished and left her there.”

Raditz frowns when he sees the expression on your face transforming into what can only be anger, but he doesn’t know why you’re mad this time.

“You left her there? Just like that? Raditz!” You yell, making him jolt instantly, pain pulsing through his muscles.

“What was I supposed to do?” He asks, confused.

“Not throw her away like a used ragdoll! This angers me more than you sleeping with her to begin with!”

“Wh-What?!” His body is in pain from tensing up after your outburst, but Raditz is just perplexed. What should he have done then?

“You’re not supposed to treat women like that!”

“What are you talking about?” Raditz asks loudly. “I’m not going to fuck anyone else, so why are you even telling me this?!”

Your expression softens considerably, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that reassuring you of the fact that he only is interested in you is what you need. When your cheeks flush faintly, he smirks triumphantly.

“Okay…” You smile softly, and Raditz isn’t prepared for the warmth he feels in his chest. At least he’s in the hospital if it ends up being a disease or something. “Was that something you were hiding too?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you said to let you know when our arrangement would be over… But now, it sounds like you don’t want it to end.”

“I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.”

“Oh…”

“No.” Raditz says as soon as he notices the sad gleam in your eyes. “I wasn’t thinking because… I was enjoying our time together. And I was sure I could stop seeing you at any moment. I was being an idiot.”

“Maybe we both were.” Your smile is on your face again, though he still sees a little sorrow in it. “I thought we could keep it simple, you know? We really should have talked in depth about this.”

“Because the last time we talked about ‘our feelings’ it ended so well.” He jests, rolling his eyes.

“Come on!” You nudge his side with your hand gently, making him grin. “All the more reason to talk, don’t you think? We have been keeping a lot of things from each other.”

“You more than anyone.” Raditz remarks with playful annoyance.

“Honestly, baby, who’s counting?” You return his playful smile, and he knows whatever might have happened between the two of you isn’t a threat to the relationship you had. Whatever that relationship is.

He’s been wanting to kiss you since you walked into the room, but he doesn’t have the ability to move any limbs at the moment and it never frustrated him so much to be immobilized. With a brief second of looking into each other’s eyes, you seemingly read his mind, though, and shifted on the bed to lean down and kiss him.

Does that warm feeling in his chest whenever he sees you come with telepathic powers?

You sweetly press your lips to his, softly moving them, and Raditz feels like it’s been ages since he had a taste of you. He wants more, so much more than just a simple peck on the lips, but there’s nothing he can do once you pull away, cupping his face in your hands and leaning your forehead over his.

“Raditz…”

He notices the shift in your tone as you speak.

Raditz still doesn’t fully grasp how many emotions humans even have (apparently Saiyans are capable of them, but he’s been exposed to anger, hatred and violence all his life that he doesn’t recognize them when he feels differently). You seem sad, maybe it was because your friends have died.

He recalled the moment when he was laying on the dirt after Vegeta took off, and you were looking down at him, eyes filled with tears. He didn’t know how, but he perfectly recognized the gleam in them then.

Affection. It was even dripping from your tears as you cried, like you couldn’t contain them. You are wearing a similar gleam just now, as you look at him carefully.

“I don’t know what I would have done…” You whisper, so quiet for only Raditz to hear. “If you had…”

You trail off, leaving the words hanging in the air. The emotion in your voice, he understands that too; fear, embarrassment and nervousness.

“Hopefully use those Dragon Balls.” Raditz replies wittily, making you snort.

“If Piccolo died, then…” Your voice is still somber, even with the soft look you’re giving him. “We can’t use the Dragon Balls…”

“Those things have too many rules to function.” He frowns, perplexed. “Was that another thing you forgot to mention about them?”

“Well actually, I did forget. I wasn’t thinking about that detail.”

“So you can’t bring back any of your friends.”

“No, but we have a plan.” You smile widely, pulling away from him as you sit back.

“A plan?”

Raditz listens to you carefully as you explain that Bulma, Krillin and Gohan are set to go to Namek in just a couple of days, to find the Dragon Balls that supposedly exist on that planet. He sweats slightly while you speak; the planet Namek is a peaceful place, without any significant threat. But he knows that Frieza sometimes liked to listen in on the conversation his soldiers have through the scooters. There’s a chance he might know about the Dragon Balls and Namek if he heard Vegeta talking about it.

“You’re not going to go, are you?” He asks first and foremost. He’s in no condition to go himself, but if you decide to go then he would have no other choice.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t be of any help.” You snort, amused.

Raditz lets out a sigh he didn’t know was holding in.

“Namek is not a dangerous planet, its inhabitants are peaceful and weak. There shouldn’t be any problem…”

“But?” You ask, noticing the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Saiyans are not the strongest race. I was lying about that.” Raditz states, looking into your eyes. “Tell your friends to be careful. Vegeta might show up looking for those things too.”

“I’ll tell them to be alert.” You nod, completely serious. He’s satisfied with your answer so he doesn’t talk about the matter anymore.

He has nothing to worry about if you’re not going on that trip, and he can’t wait to heal so he can actually grab you and press you closer. Apparently whatever emotion is coursing through his veins made him completely attached to you. It’s a literal pain not being able to pull you down for a kiss.

Your eyes are on him with a warm look on them, and the more you stare, the more he feels like something is bubbling up inside him.

“Sit on my face.” Raditz says out of the blue. He watches with amusement as your face goes from surprise to confusion to embarrassment in less than a second.

“What?”

“Sit on my face.” He repeats, smirk growing wider when he notices the faint blush on your cheeks. “I can’t do much in this situation, but I know damn well what I’m good at.”

Raditz licks his lips in anticipation, looking at you with a lecherous glimmer that only makes you blush harder. It’s still fun to tease you that way, but he’s truly desperate to taste you again after so long. After all, he was in a coma for days.

“I’m not doing that.” You glare playfully, crushing his dreams. “This is a hospital, and I don’t know if you noticed but you’re bedridden until further notice.”

“I can still move my tongue and that should be enough.”

When you laugh, it’s like music to his ears, and even then he couldn’t help but grin.

“Not this time, handsome. I’ll sit on your face all you want some other time.”

Raditz grunts, annoyed, but he’s rewarded with a kiss on his lips.

It’s the kiss he’s been wanting since you walked in there, or maybe even long before that. Sliding your tongues together, gliding your lips slowly and sensually, and he hates that he can’t even cup your face or wrap his arms around you. You sneak one hand into his hair, caressing his scalp, and a low purr rumbles from his chest.

He’s really fucked.

You break the kiss sooner than Raditz expects when the door suddenly opens.

“Who are you?” Raditz asks with contempt when a man dressed in white walks in.

“I’m your doctor.” The man answers with a stern tone, glaring at the both of you. “And this isn’t a hotel.”

“Sorry, doc, I was just happy he was awake.” You reply naturally.

“You’re his wife, right?”

“She’s my mate.” Raditz replies before you can even open your mouth.

He hasn’t thought it through when those words escaped his lips, but you’re looking at him with a wide smile so he doesn’t regret it at all.

The doctor looks at the both of you with confusion so you speak, still smiling and looking at Raditz with affection in your eyes.

“I’m his girlfriend.”

You recall everything that happened in the past year as you walk to the room Goku was staying at.

Raditz’s heel-face turn was surprising; you didn’t expect him to be influenced by anything, especially you. If anything, you were ready for the most gruesome outcome after Goku arrived. No one told you exactly what happened during the battle, but you don’t really need to know more; Krillin had said that Raditz helped and that was more than enough for you.

As you approach the room, you see Chichi coming out alone.

Maybe it was time to apologize to her. Bulma wasn’t wrong months ago when she said you also didn’t try to reach out after Goku died and Gohan was taken, and while you weren’t the only one responsible, you were still involved.

“Chichi.” You call for her and the moment she looks at you, her expression hardens. “Chichi, I’m sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” She only gives you a moment to open your mouth but doesn’t let you speak. “For not telling me that my husband had died? For saving the monster that killed him? For letting my son be kidnapped?”

“Um, all that, but if you would hear me out-”

“I don’t need to, I already know everything. And this is not the place to talk about this.” Chichi coldly cut you off before you could add anything else, walking right past you. “Goodnight.”

Your shoulders droop as you watch her leave, sighing loudly. Maybe eventually, she’ll listen.

Knocking on Goku’s door before stepping in, you smile at the sight of him, still amused that he looks like a mummy, trapped in a sarcophagus. He returns the smile, calling your name as you take the seat next to him.

“You still look so funny.” You comment, giggling like a little girl.

“It’s not as fun as it looks like.” Goku replies, pouting. He seems like a child at that moment as well, and it warms your heart.

It would be the first time you actually talk to him, one on one, since he died. And even before that, it was years ago. You haven’t realized how much you missed him until now.

“I’m still happy you’re okay.” You smile gently. Goku blinks before returning the gesture.

“I heard you’re the reason Raditz helped us during the fight.”

“You heard?”

“Okay, I kinda saw it.” Goku admits with a knowing grin.

“That sounds even weirder.” You laugh, but he only shrugs, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“When Vegeta threatened to destroy this planet, the look on Raditz’s face kinda spoke for itself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m no mind reader, but he looked scared. And he jumped back on the battle and took our side and helped us in the blink of an eye.” He waits for your reaction, but your blank expression prompts him to go on. “I figured you might have something to do with his change of heart?”

“Why do you think that?”

“I saw you kissing. I wasn’t unconscious, you know?”

“Oh…” You blush slightly, but the smile on your face only gets wider, just like Goku’s grin does.

“So, you two are together, huh?”

“We are. Sometimes this still feels surreal.”

“What do you mean?” Goku asks, confused.

“That Raditz chose to stay. I thought he might end up leaving this planet, or that he’d die. I’m so happy that wasn’t the case.”

Goku looks at you with soft eyes. He might not be the brightest of the bunch, or at least that’s what everyone thinks about him, but he understands people’s feelings more than anyone else, and at that moment, he’s looking at you like he knows all the fear and trepidation you had been going through the past twelve months.

“But he stayed.” He says, reassuringly.

“Yeah, and I’m so grateful.”

“Do you love him?” Goku asks, to your own surprise. That softness is still in his eyes, and you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest when you answer his question.

“I do. I love Raditz. I know he’s done things, terrible things, and we had our arguments about it, you know? But I’ve seen so many sides of him to know there’s more to him than just violence. I don’t expect him to change, but I’ve made peace with his history. It made him who he is, and I love him. I love him on purpose.”

Your face is hot, not because you’re embarrassed, but you assume the way your heart is currently beating has something to do with it. Confessing out loud that, in spite of deep fears, you were unequivocally in love with Raditz made your blood run faster. Goku is grinning, completely pleased with your answer, and amused that you’re blushing.

“I guess he’s staying on Earth, then.”

“I suppose so.”

“Chichi aint gonna be happy about it.” Goku chuckles, but you only smile for a second.

“About that, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to her…” You say, this time truly ashamed.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“About what happened when you died…”

You are not sure how much Goku knows about the situation, but you know you have to apologize for almost all of it. Not talking to Chichi in time, letting his son be kidnapped (even when there wasn’t much any of you could do). You had been too wrapped in your own bubble to think about it but in retrospect, you feel terrible.

“Chichi only found out about your death and Gohan’s kidnapping over 24 hours after it happened. I’m sorry.”

Goku blinks, and you wonder if he even knows what you’re talking about. His subsequent smile is your answer.

“You’re the first one who apologized about it.”

“Really?” You ask, taken aback.

“Krillin kinda did but not really. He only said sorry because he was scared of Chichi.”

You facepalm, in disbelief his best friend would be so vague and kind of a dick when talking about Goku’s wife.

“I assume Bulma did not even mention it?” You ask, ready to be annoyed.

“She didn’t, she sounded more mad about Chichi than anything else? I didn’t get it.”

You roll your eyes. Bulma is resentful for a woman who has everything and anything she wants at the reach of her hand.

“She was mad that I didn't invite her to the wedding.” Goku adds.

“I know.” You sigh, exasperated.

“Why? Back then, I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“You think it is now?”

“Well…” Goku fixed his eyes on the ceiling, thinking for a second before answering. “I didn’t really know what the big deal about marriage was. I never even went to a wedding! When Chichi asked me if I wanted to invite you guys, I said no because we only saw each other for training and adventures and stuff.”

That reasoning sounds so much like him that you didn’t have it in you to be even a little mad. Of course, you were never too upset about it as Bulma was.

“Bulma is still a little childish.” You comment, but Goku only shrugs.

“I didn’t think she’d be mad about it. I guess I could have invited you all for the wedding, since it was a big deal after all. I wouldn’t have gotten to know Chichi, and Gohan wouldn’t even exist.”

So Goku loves Chichi.

It should have been obvious. The way he talked about her, as Goku-like as that was, and the way you noticed how he looked at her. They only married because of a promise they made as kids, you wouldn’t have expected them to actually get to know each other and fall in love. You should’ve known.

“Goku, I can’t say I wasn’t childish back then,” You start, and he turns to look at you with quizzical eyes. “But it’s been a while, and honestly it’s cute you found someone you decided to spend the rest of your life with, even if it was just a promise. I know you love her after all these years.”

“I do.” Goku grins. “She’s great! She’s patient with me about a lot of things I don’t get, and she’s real sweet. She’s cute when she gets mad, too.”

You chuckle. Is it a Saiyan thing to like women with a little attitude?

“Hopefully she’ll warm up to me. We’re family after all, now.”

“We are?” Goku questions, brows furrowed.

“Well yeah. I’m dating your brother, we’re in laws now.”

“Huh.” He thinks about it for a second before smiling. “That sounds fun. Maybe Raditz won’t be so bad, either.”

“Give him a chance. You did say he helped save the Earth and all.”

“It’d be cool to spar with him! I know I can beat him!”

You smile, excited to see how this new period of your life will be like.

#dbz fics #dbz imagine #dbz fanfiction #raditz x reader #raditz x you #dbz #raditz #my writing #*bs

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autumnrose11 · 3 months

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Feeling horribly miserable today :(

I've dragged myself through my final year of high school and it's been SO lonely for the past eight months. I haven't been very happy during my last school year, tbh. I feel like I don't fit in because I've got nothing in common with the people in my class. Seriously, I've spent my breaktimes sitting at one side reading/writing fanfiction and reading novels with absolutely no one to talk to. I'm pretty quiet and most of the time during these last few months I've simply felt invisible. Idk, I just want someone to be deep, genuine friends with who's on my wavelength but I haven't found them yet. I'm just feeling sick and tired of all of it.

They don't get me, I don't get them, so there's nothing I can deeply get into with them apart from schoolwork, and there's only so much you can discuss about how your plans for university are going. (Which is part of the reason I love tumblr because you guys have the same interests as me!!) The other girls are into dance and films that aren't really my cup of tea and having boyfriends and going on dates and stuff. Not that that's a bad thing, I know everyone has their interests, but.... The only guy I've been in love with is fictional, and regarding the boys in my year.... the less said the better, because they are crude, vulgar and unhealthily sex obsessed on another level. I don't approve of dating just for the heck of it, just because everyone else is doing it. Generally, the most widely read novels in my peer group are Colleen Hoover, Fifty Shades, etc. I'm not saying you *shouldn't* read that stuff, but... Surely there are other avenues of literature you can and should explore? In my mind sex is done out of love and affection . Body and soul. I don't get why on earth they'd warp it into something so sick and twisted. So the feelings I have are overwhelmingly isolating.

It simply feels like I don't have one single person my own age to speak to who really *gets* me without my having to explain myself. My mum is currently one of my best friends.

The only bright spot on the horizon is that I'm going off to uni in a few months, and I'm trying to tell myself I'm going to find someone soon, but I'm just scared that won't ever happen and I'll have to continue alone like this forever.

(this meltdown will clear up in a bit. Maybe I should go have some coffee. I just needed to get it all out).

#personal

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piratefalls · 3 days

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @ninzied! thank you friend!

How many works do you have on ao3?

40!

What's your total ao3 word count?

169,903, which is a shock to me because it really doesn't feel like that much.

What fandoms do you write for?

previously teen wolf/sterek and hawaii five-0/mcdanno, currently taking my first stab at rwrb/firstprince

Top five fics by kudos:

(Waiting) Until the Sky Falls Down on Me (sterek)

Today and Every Day (sterek)

I'm Gonna Give All My Secrets Away (stanny)

Man, Interrupted (sterek)

it's my (pants) party and i'll cry if i want to (sterek)

Do you respond to comments?

i do my best! sometimes i'm terrible at it, but i try!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angsty endings! I'm a HEA kinda girl.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably either Today and Every Day or it's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes because they both end in proposals lol

Do you get hate on fics?

never hate, but i've had a comment here and there that wasn't necessarily appreciated

Do you write smut?

not really anymore. i got myself to do it because it felt like the only thing that got traction and maybe if that was good enough it'd be a gateway to the stuff i enjoyed writing (and, frankly, stuff i spent far more time on). and i don't think i'm particularly good at smut anyway lol. but if given the choice between smut or funny/introspective i'm gonna go with the latter every time.

Craziest crossover:

I haven't done a crossover!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

so idk who remembers this but a while ago there were people who would post people's fics to Goodreads and one of mine wound up there and those reviews hurt my feelings enough that i quit writing for a while after.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

not to my knowledge!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

haven't, but i think it could be fun with the right partner!

All time favorite ship?

this is an impossible question and i can't choose. i love them all equally, just for different reasons.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

good lord my person of interest post-canon fic. will anyone read it? very unlikely. is it the principle of the thing? yes.

What are your writing strengths?

i genuinely have no idea. i've never given it any real thought. i mean, the build of what i write is some form of introspection mixed with humor, so probably those things.

What are your writing weaknesses?

plot and world building. i'm useless at it, for the most part. and like i said above, i don't think i'm great at smut. it's passable at best.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i love it. though i do miss the days when people regularly utilized that hover function that would show the translation if you left your mouse over the phrase for a few seconds. way better than having to scroll down to the notes for the translation.

First fandom you wrote in?

teen wolf. much simpler times.

Favorite fic you've written?

I don't have a single favorite so I'm gonna go with a few for different reasons

humor: Got Your Body On My Mind (I Want it Bad) - mcdanno & co get sent to a sexual harassment training seminar. chaos ensues.

character analysis: Written in the Scars on Our Hearts - steve mcgarrett and all the ways a person can be touched and the

most cathartic: & lift him back up again - working through my own grief by making a character sad

crack, my beloved: it's my (pants) party and i'll cry if i want to - every time stiles orgasms his dick sounds like a party horn. there's glitter come. i might have been hammered.

tagging @wellhalesbells @priincebutt + i feel like doing an open tag for anyone who wants to share what they love about their work!

#about me

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cosmichighpriestess · 1 year

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Your brain is assuming the worst case scenario because it is trying to protect you. People who suffer from this, it is known as catastrophic thinking. But realize, your brain was designed to support you from the beginning and, work in your favor. It supports your main behaviors. You can reprogram it through your behaviors, feelings, thoughts, beliefs and actions. It's reprogrammable.

Remember a majority of your thoughts do not come from your own head. A majority of your thoughts almost 95 percent of your thoughts originate from the collective consciousness. Always question if a thought belongs to you and then release it if it's negative telling you lies about yourself and the people around you. These are all illusions meant to lower your vibration to get you off your highest path. And then on top of that psychic attack, your brain will give you even more anxiety if you are someone who has spent many years alone or isolated for the most part and things like going to the grocery store or anywhere gives you anxiety. Your brain thinks it's protecting you because your brain responds to your behaviors.

Your brain also interprets change as dangerous, coming up with catastrophic, worst case scenario events that have not even taken place; especially if you have anxiety, ADHD and depression. Negative experiences are powerful and get stored quickly into your long term memory. Reframing a negative situation can make it less powerful. The brain sends and receives chemical and electrical signals throughout the body constantly. Different signals control different processes, and your brain interprets each. You must identify as the person that you wish to become now. Not someday, but today.

For example, If I was having anxiety about my appearance when I was getting ready every single day, and I felt insecure getting ready every morning, my brain would interpret that as a default behavior for me because of my everyday behaviors; the brain would say to my body, "our main behavior is feeling insecurity and anxiety. We want to support you in your main behaviors. Let me give you more anxiety and insecurity. I'm protecting and helping you because this is your behavior default." The brain does this automatically.

"Oh you miss that person who's your ex or this person who is passed on? Let me give you more feelings of missing them to support you." You are telling your brain how to support you by your behaviors. So you must do the opposite, to reprogram your mind and your anxiety will lesson the more your behavior changes. So this is why you must become pretty much delusional, and have opposite positive behaviors until your brain accepts that as the truth so that it can work in your favor. Challenge limiting beliefs. Remember that beliefs are meaningless hallucinations and you can replace them at any time if they are not serving your highest good. Start small, change one habit at a time.

Write small notes where you can see them everyday. "Breathe, remember who you are. You are amazing. You are beautiful. Release all your guilt. Forgive yourself. You are worthy. You are whole and complete now. You are doing enough. Chin up. Straighten your posture. Eat something healthy. Take your vitamins. Do something that makes you happy. Rest. Feel gratitude and appreciation. Feel joy for no reason at all." Ect. You can write whatever reminder you need to remember daily. You can also do this with affirmations. And remember it's a done deal. We are always shifting, you don't have to learn how to shift.

You have to remember to consciously shift your thoughts, your view of yourself and your view of the world. Also your behaviors and feelings into what you prefer. We are shifting parallel realities billions of times per second, it's so easy to shift in one second, so don't limit yourself and think that it's going to take a lot of time to raise your vibration to shift. Time follows thought. Erase your negative thoughts. Don't be afraid of what happens next. You are not actually afraid of the unknown, you are afraid of what you have seen already happen to others or yourself. How bad you feel is not actually how bad things are; it's an illusion. Avoid jumping to conclusions.

Always remember, that whatever is not compatible with your current vibration cannot have any affect on you if you remain in that state, in the vibration of how you want to feel. When you feel like a dark energy has attached itself to you or you feel down, say this everyday, " I call back my energy and power back to me from all beings, from all people, from all places, from all timelines, from all dimensions and re-ground it into my present self blessed and transformed. I call on the Angels and I call on God I release all this old energy that does not belong to me. That does not serve my highest good. Release these energies and elements up above with love and light now. Thank you, thank you, God and the Angels. I love you. I love you. I love you so much."

Be mindful, slow down, breathe, practice meditation daily, positive affirmations daily, and ask yourself what is the best choice I can make right now in this moment? Repeat after me: " Everything is okay. I'm safe. These dark thoughts do not belong to me. I am the luckiest person alive. Everything is always working in my favor. All I have to do is sit back, relax and receive. There's nothing I need to do. I've done all of the work, It's already manifested. I choose to feel grateful for everything in my life now." Everything is here and now. Always bring your awareness into this now moment. Don't become a vibrational match to your fears.

When we hold a frequency of opposition, we are actually giving the opposing forces our energy. So don't give them your energy. When you push against a certain reality, you give it more strength. Just focus on yourself and focus on releasing all of the dense energy, and limiting beliefs that do not belong to you and were handed down to you. Remember that love and light always wins in the end, so there's nothing to be afraid of if you hold all the power.

#Rose messages

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alstroemeriadissonance · 2 years

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I did it. >< I‘ve registered on Tumblr. My introverted soul's suffering, but at least I can read your blog without any issues. Totally worth it. How are you recently? Hope, you manage to relax and have a decent sleep.

Anyway, I have a strange request...maybe. Vyn often likes to call his sweetheart "pet" in your stories (which I find very cute and hot at the same time). What if once Rosa decided to make a birthday surprise for Vyn, so she dressed as a pretty little black cat with fluffy ears, tail etc. to satisfy this unhinged, needy and posessive side of her boyfriend. Though he previously hinted at this darkness inside him, not only she wasn't afraid, but surprisingly attracted to it. At the same time Rosa could accidentally satisfy her authority fetish playing this master-pet game.

Ignore it if this requests sounds strange and complicated. My work is also killing me at the moment, so strange ideas come to my head XD

BR,

Nikki

Special Delivery - Part 1 (NSFW)

This was supposed to be posted only when finished. But Real Life™ is happening, and I find my writing time being gimped recently because a kitten literally landed in my backyard, probably abandoned by his Mum, and now I'm his new Mum!

I'll just post what I have for now (but hopefully I get to finish this, soon!)

NSFW. Unhinged Vyn is Unhinged. Light BDSM happening with bad BDSM etiquette, please read at own risk, certainly not recommended to be tried at home unless your or your boyfriend's name is Vyn Richter, in which case, lucky you.

Dr. Vyn Richter is tired.

His study is the lone witness to this moment of utter weakness.

He finally puts down the tablet containing the files he is poring over tirelessly for hours, onto the cluttered surface of his mahogany desk.

He stares, his gold eyes dim and sullen, at the stack of documents by the corner of his desk. All papers are waiting for his attention.

There are things still waiting to be done…

A sigh escapes his lips as he buries his face in his hands. Trying to gather himself—all in futility.

There are some things even Vyn Richter cannot do, such as to completely stamp out petty, childish disappointments when things do not go his way.

For example: Today is his birthday. He fully expects you, his beloved Rosa, to drop by or be available to spend his natal day with him. It is for this reason that he made arrangements to leave his workplace early, on the pretext of continuing his work at home.

Yet you sent him a text message an hour ago, a text message canceling your meeting with him, and instead you promised something, a gift, to be delivered to his address. In lieu of your presence …

All presents, all gifts you send him are cherished. Vyn will never disregard nor take anything you give him for granted; this much is true. However…

It is your presence that he yearns for the most.

And so, at this very moment there is nothing for Vyn to look forward to, none at all , and he bitterly laughs. Hasn’t he spent past birthdays alone without celebration, nor any semblance of merrymaking, before you came into his life?

And now that you are inconvenienced, kept from gracing him with your presence due to your responsibilities, he finds himself shattered as if he is bereft of life itself, as if a grave injustice has been committed against his very being.

And so he is nothing but tired. Nothing but—

A chime resounds, ripping him away from his morose thoughts.

“Yes,” Vyn mutters, knowing that his now surly voice is audible by the intercom installed by the downstairs main entrance. “I shall be there posthaste.”

He does not wait for a reply—despite his misgivings, he is still excited to know what his most cherished, darling Rosa has sent him—and proceeds to descend the staircase in order to receive his delivery.

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Right, here goes.

You pull down the visor of your baseball cap, part of the uniform of a popular delivery service, to obscure your face. The large coat thrown over your shoulders is perfectly aligned—you have checked so many times now—and…

You move your hips a little. The thing you’re wearing underneath everything—something new, something shiny , you inwardly jest—isn’t falling off , at least.

Footsteps approach from behind the heavy door. You take a deep breath.

The door to the entrance finally opens, and a familiar silverhead emerges through the crack. Vyn looks a little bleary-eyed, and you feel a slight pang of regret. There is no doubt that the tiredness is coming from work exhaustion, but you know, judging from his reply to your text message earlier, that he is also immensely disappointed by your cancelation of plans.

No more delays , you tell yourself. No need to prolong his agony.

“Good evening. Delivery for Dr. Richter?” You greet him, voice slightly modulated in an attempt to hide your identity for the moment.

“Yes. It is I,” Vyn says irritably, an edge of impatience creeping into his words. It is a side of Vyn that you have not seen before, and you find it fascinating. “ Where is the package ?” he demands, upon noticing that your hands are empty, nor are there any box or other sort of parcel lying by your feet.

Grinning, you take off the baseball cap with a swift flourish, and shrug off the large coat concealing what you are actually wearing underneath:

Standing in front of him is you, his Rosa, clad in something he has never quite seen before, not even in your most intimate moments with him: a scant black dress of velvet fabric that barely covers your crotch and ass, clinging to your skin like the most decadent icing on cake.

And as a naughty touch: a black choker, which looks like a long strip of leather wound around your neck; a black cat-eared headband, along with a cat’s tail swinging down past the hem of your dress.

The tail is attached to your body in the most dubious manner possible.

Well, Vyn will have to discover it himself, soon enough.

The look on your lover’s face is already worth the effort: he stands there by the doorway, jaw slack, words having left him. Yet he composes himself quickly, just enough to pull you through the doorway, and into his eager arms.

“Rosa, Rosa, Rosa ,” he chants your name out loud—his immense relief audible—as he smothers you with wet, desperate kisses all over your neck, bare shoulders, face, until it ends with the deepest, most breathtaking French kiss of a lifetime.

When he pulls back there is none of the tiredness to be found on his visage, only that pure, unadulterated, unhinged desire clouding his gaze with lust. “My little succubus … no, my kitten ,” he quickly corrects himself, giving reference to the black cat theme of your little costume. “I thought you had abandoned me today. On my birthday,” he breathes as his hands cravingly roam your velvet-clad body.

“I can’t, that would be sacrilege ,” you tell him in between your own kisses. “I’m sorry…I think I upset you more than I expected…”

“Was I upset? I have already forgotten, my pet.” Vyn lets out a small laughter, low enough that it almost registers as a purr . His gold eyes, darkening to caramel, appreciates your incredibly lewd costume that you put on, just for him. His trembling voice lowers to a frenzied whisper: “You look dangerous. Exquisite . Should I die in your arms tonight then let it be so.”

His voice, his breathing quivers, betraying how much the sight of you turns him on .

Letting out a string of foreign words he then kicks the main door closed, then resumes his fervent kissing, as if forgetting that the both of you are still by the foyer of his home. His lips graze your bare shoulders; hands now grab and fondle your breasts through the velvet.

Moaning, you reach out and coil your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life as one of your legs wrap around his waist. “Vyn…” you murmur as you feel his teeth lightly nipping at the skin of your nape. “Happy Birth— ah… !”

One of his hands slides down to your ass, and one of your naughtier secrets is revealed: the tail swinging behind your legs is actually a butt plug with a faux cat’s tail attached to it.

Vyn gasps a little, and his finger brushes against your behind once again, this time deliberately, to make sure he isn’t mistaken . But there it is: something is buried in your ass. And another revelation follows, to corroborate it: You are not wearing any panties.

Your lover groans, and you can now feel his rapidly growing erection jutting against you through the fabric of his pants. “This is my gift?” He asks, his voice raspy and heavy with sheer need. Fingers tentatively grasp the flared base of the plug; grinning, he gently moves the plug inside you. His smile only widens as he feels your fingers clutch at him, nails digging deeply into his back as you moan loudly, “Vyn—ah—wait, that feels…weird?”

“Does it hurt?” A light kiss on your cheek. Careful fingers still move the plug inside your ass.

You squirm as he tests just how responsive you are when he plays with the toy buried inside you. “No. It just…takes getting used to—oh god —” A sharp intake of breath.

Vyn chuckles quietly as he observes your face flitting from expression to another expression with every movement of his fingers.

“And yet…here we are.” He presses down on the flared handle of the plug, to emphasize his point (and to further enjoy your loud mewling). “Why?”

“Ahh…” The knee of your leg still standing almost buckles; you tighten the hold of your other leg around his waist to steady yourself. “I…I thought you’d like something…new for your birthday…”

“Haha. Hahaha… ” Vyn seems utterly delighted by your answer, yet his laugh reminds you of a predator about to toy with fresh prey.

He then grasps your other leg by the underside of your knee, looping it around his waist—he now carries you, his hands supporting your thighs as your legs lock behind his back. “I had plans, plans that took quite a bit of effort to organize.” You can almost hear him pouting.

“But… perhaps …” His hard on, rubbing against your bare pussy and bearing a quiet promise of pleasures to come, is hard to ignore.

His following words mark the start of your most debauched night to remember: “...we can salvage the night. What say I take you in every room of my home?”

You whimper in his tight hold—this may be more than what you are prepared for—but Vyn only laughs in response.

===

First Area: Kitchen

After clearing the countertop of clutter in a sex-fueled haste Vyn lays you down upon the cold surface of the kitchen island, both of your lips still locked onto each others.

His tongue leads yours into such a sensuous dance that leaves you dripping onto the granite.

“Mmm…oh, what is this?” Vyn murmurs against your lips as his hand brushes against the leather choker wound around your neck.

He is elated to discover, upon unwinding the long leather strip, that you are wearing a leash around your neck.

“ Kitten ?” The surprises do not seem to stop, and Vyn can only smile for every revelation. “What exactly do you want to happen tonight?” He hums in delight as he dips down to worship you with his lips, trailing small, tender kisses along your collarbone.

His hand holds the other end of your leash, winding the strip around his fist.

Your eyes flutter closed as you let yourself get carried away by his embrace. “Anything you want? But…” You bit your lip. “Be gentle? Even I am not sure what to expect, I just, um…” A nervous laugh escapes your lips. “This is just something I read…”

You feel him sigh into your cleavage, his hot breath fanning your flushed skin. “Silly kitten. Cheap tabloids and magazines are hardly good sources of practical sex education.” Fingers slide the thin straps of your tiny dress down your arms, freeing your breasts for his own pleasure. His warm, soft tongue swirls around one of your areolae. “A better source would be a doctor , do you not think so?” There is an amused lilt to his voice.

A firm suck on your nipple, and you gasp aloud. “Vyn,” you moan his name helplessly as his deft hands slip your dress down your body and slide them off your ankles, leaving you naked and helpless under his touches. “Then you’re going to show me…how to play ?”

“ Play ?” He asks, gently tugging onto your leash to tease you. “What kind of play? Be specific, little pet.”

“Um.” You suddenly feel a little silly, for not having a clear plan on how to do things. You only knew to show up wearing those items, that there would be a modicum of kinky play that would have you be led around to doing things , but whatever these things were are not exactly clear. “...kinky stuff?”

Another sigh from your lover. A tender fingertip nudges your chin towards his face, prompting you to look at him in his eyes of deep gold. “Unfortunately, I am not so well-versed with the kind of play that necessitates use of things such as this, for lack of both opportunity and interest,” he pulls on your leash, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. “But…now that you are with me, I am amenable to a bit of experimentation, of course.”

A faintly devious smile spreads on his lips.

===

A few minutes later he is sitting on one of the chairs in the kitchen, topless and his legs crossed.

His hand, holding the other end of your leash.

His bare chest, slathered with freshly whipped cream.

And you, kneeling right in front of him.

“Well?” he purrs, snapping his wrist, roughly—but not too painfully—yanking your leash.

You yelp in surprise, finding yourself careening towards him, and you eventually drape onto his lap. “Aaah, Vyn—”

“It is Dr. Richter , pet,” He reminds you as his free hand idly caresses the side of your face. “Now,” Another tug on your leash, this time upwards, prompting you to stand up. “Clean me with your tongue.”

His short, precise, incredibly suggestive order arouses you so much you feel as if you are dripping between your thighs. “Yes." A small wince crosses your face; Vyn isn't letting up with yanking your least according to his whims at the moment. But before you could bend down to do his bidding, he sharply interrupts you: “Yes what, pet?”

Another tug on your leash, a little stronger this time, and you almost topple on top of him, but you catch yourself with your hands planted onto his lap.

Vyn allows you this, and lets the unprompted contact slide. Instead, he merely looks at you with a piercing, yet indecipherable gaze, his jaw set.

“Yes…Dr. Richter,” you whisper.

“ Good kitten. ” His lips curl into a come-hither grin, his eyes misted over with desire. “Now, come.”

The next few moments pass with silence; you quietly lick and suck his fair skin clean of cream. The flat of your tongue laps up the fluffy white sweetness, leaving trails of your rapidly-cooling saliva in its wake.

The solemn silence is broken when your lips capture a nipple; Vyn’s sighs and moans fill the kitchen area as you suck on his sensitive nub, rolling it between your lips.

“Rosa—hahh— yes , do not stop,” he whispers, almost begging , and the sound of his needy voice is so sweet to your ears that you cannot help but tease him.

Your lips let go of his stiff nub. “But I need to clean you, I missed a spot—ahh!!”

He is not amused with your teasing. “I was enjoying myself,” he murmurs as he winds the leather leash around his hand, shortening the slack to make it easier for him to pull you towards whichever direction catches his fancy. “How dare you.”

He then tugs your leash strongly towards him, making you gasp aloud—almost in pain—but your cry is cut short when he slips his tongue into your lips. “Make yourself come without touching yourself,” he says, issuing his next order in between kisses.

“ What? ” You look at him in slight disbelief. “What are you—”

Of course, your words earn you another yank on your leash. “You dare talk back.”

“But—”

You are not able to finish speaking your mind, of course. You almost expect the strong pull on your leash that shuts you up into compliance.

“Be creative,” your Lord and Master says, shifting in his seat and uncrossing his legs. “This is an order.” Then, in a stage whisper, he adds, “ If this gets too much, just say the safeword. ”

You see a flash of tenderness in his eyes, only to be quickly replaced by a cold glint. “I will not touch you. You will need to find your own release, little kitten.”

Be creative, he says, you tell yourself as your hands brush against his thighs. The rough texture of his trousers immediately gives you an idea. “Dr. Richter,” you whisper as you move to ride one of his thighs. “ Excuse me …”

The lovely friction of rough tweed against your moist cunt has you coiling your arms around his neck; you roll your hips in a slow yet steady rhythm to thoroughly enjoy the sparks of white-hot pleasure flowing from your clit. “Damn, this is better than I expected…”

“Enjoying yourself, pet?” Vyn asks, voice neutral, as he lazily tweaks one of your nipples with a thumb and forefinger. His face still bears a bored, unamused expression—at first glance, at least—yet his smoldering eyes closely following your aroused mewling betrays how turned on he actually is.

Of course, the tent in his pants gives him away too, and you file that observation for future use.

You want to sass out a reply, but you severely underestimate how good rubbing your clit against the rough fabric is. “I—yes, I, damn—” You find yourself not even being able to speak a coherent sentence, not when you’re almost…

Vyn lets out a dark chuckle as he roughly pushes you off of him, and has you lying down once again on the kitchen island, this time face down with your cat-tailed ass hanging off the edge of the granite surface. “No, not yet. You cannot come yet,” he hisses as his fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and pull down his trousers.

He parts your thighs, and without warning he sinks his stiff cock into your wet folds, fully hilted in one swift movement. “Hah—it does feel quite different with your new toy, does it, little kitten?” he whispers, immediately noticing how the inner walls of your cunt feels different—tighter, even—and even you yourself can feel how tight everything is, even as Vyn just stands behind you, immobile, just relishing how good you feel around his dick.

“Haaah—Dr. Richter, please, ” you cry out, moving your hips desperately.

“Please what , pet?” Again, that teasing command. Vyn’s arms brace onto either side of your body, preparing himself to rail you hard and fast.

Oh god. Why does he have to— “Fuck me hard, please!” you cry out. “I want—ahhh!”

The kitchen is soon filled with the loud sounds of sex: flesh hitting wet flesh, your voice loudly begging for him to fuck you even harder, and his grunts as he rams into you, over and over in rhythmic cadence. You grit your teeth, thoroughly confused yet utterly pleased with how new everything feels in your lower core, as your lover ruts into you relentlessly, all the while with the plug in your ass providing added pressure.

And the way he deliberately pushes it with every thrust…

Damn it, is your only coherent thought; the rest becoming a jumbled mush as the coil of imminent please winds even tighter—

Then everything stops.

Vyn slides out of you, before you—or him, for that matter—could reach orgasm.

“What?!” comes your indignant protest. You know that your words will no doubt earn his ire and another yanking of your leash, but you are too wound up to even care at this point. “I was about to come—!”

A cruel laugh slips out of his beautiful lips, and his cold fingers slide to your neck. Terrified, you freeze, but you only hear a faint clink and you feel the leash removed from your narrow choker-like collar.

He bends over to whisper directly into your ear: “I have better plans for this , pet,” he says, referring to the leash now coiled in his palm. “Come. Let us continue this outside, in the garden.”

===

Second Area: Garden

With a lover's arms Vyn carries you through the backdoor leading to the garden, whispering sultry promises of how he plans to enjoy you, the little black kitten who somehow wandered into the dark, incomprehensible abyss that is his desire .

Carefully, he sits you on the edge of the outdoor garden table, your nakedness exposed to the elements; only the moonlight and the balmy night breeze clothe you for this next round.

His gentle, precise hands—undoubtedly the hands of a physician with a remarkable bedside manner—nudge you to his desired position: your thighs spread wide as you sit on your haunches, your arms pinned to your back— everything displayed for his pleasure.

Then, a faint clink of metal.

“Does it hurt, my kitten?” comes another of his low whispers, his lips tantalizingly close to your ear. Gooseflesh blooms all over your bare skin in response to his sensuous voice.

You try moving your hands to confirm if your suspicions are correct: Yes, your wrists are bound, so too are your ankles.

Yes, your lover has hogtied your limbs to your back, with the use of your erstwhile leash.

But this only emboldens you—Vyn may be holding the reins, but he is driven by his obsession for you—and you almost let slip a triumphant smile when you answer him, “No. There’s a bit of slack, so it doesn’t hurt much…”

“ Good .”

Vyn’s lips then paint a hot, burning trail of kisses running from your cheek, all the way down to your breast.

Suddenly, gone is his air of authority, and in its place is his twisted craving for you. “My goddess,” he urgently whispers as his mouth and hands run all over your bare skin, his words almost inaudible with the sheer breathiness of his voice and the rustling of the leaves from the surrounding tall shrubbery.

A hand caressing your face. Fingertips sliding to your nape; their feather-light touches sending electric currents of utter pleasure running down your spine.

A long, drawn-out sigh of lovelorn longing. “My beautiful madonna,” he whispers in reverence.

He then kneels right in front of you.

It is as if he is worshiping the Madonna, if the Madonna were on his very table with her thighs spread wide open, limbs tied to her back, and her devout worshiper’s tongue lapping up her drenched cunt with the same care and devotion as he would when reciting a sincere prayer.

“...Vyn…” your breath hitches as you feel his tongue trace your inner folds. He has done this for so many times now, this forbidden tasting of you , but this time feels a little bit different: each slide of his tongue against your quivering flesh is slower, more deliberate; and his eyes are closed.

As if he is reciting a sincere prayer, and the movement of the tonguetip its words.

Words are murmured softly, disappearing into the aether.

You can feel his breathing come rapid against your flesh, and he now devours you—two fingers slide into you, and you can now barely make out words from his lips as he kisses your cunt: “... hail, my life, my sweetness .”

He then looks up at you, his eyes darkening to a caramel gold as he holds your gaze. “... and my hope… ”

His fingers start fucking you faster now, and the coil of pleasure that eluded you earlier starts winding ever tighter once again; an electric spark warming your lower core down to your extremities about to start an explosion—

Vyn pulls away and stands up.

Before you get the chance to cry about him once again depriving you of reaching your ultimate release, he shuts you up with his tongue in your mouth, forcibly making you taste yourself, and his hand resumes fucking you, with three fingers this time. The pad of his thumb rubs your clit furiously, keeping the embers of your pleasure blazing hot…

“When you come, cry out for me,” comes his order. “Shout my name out loud,” he whispers, in a voice so alluring it could very well belong to the Serpent of the Garden of Eden.

His tongue slithers into your ear, and you gasp out loud as you can feel yourself teetering to the edge of—

Vyn’s free hand slides down your ass, and once again his fingers find the base of your plug, moving it gently inside you.

“ Shit… ” The darkness of the night instantly goes white, and you throw your head back as you give yourself into the strongest, best orgasm you’ve ever had.

You are about to forget his one order, lost in the throes of your release, but when he starts pulling out your plug—the alien sensation adding to your burst of intense pleasure—there is nothing else to do but shout his name out into the sacred quiet of the night, until you lose yourself.

===

When you come to you find yourself sitting on his lap, his arms cradling you close to him.

Both of you are still out in his garden: Vyn on half-recline, now bereft of clothing. His legs are stretched along the length of his outdoor sofa; his back propped up against a pile of pillows.

He quickly senses you stirring to wakefulness. “Did you dream of me, love?” he asks as he traces your lips with a fond touch of his finger. “You were smiling in your sleep.”

“Maybe?” You peer into his eyes—with irises appearing even more golden without his glasses—and you can see your satiated face reflected on the amber gold. “I think I was dreaming about visiting you, wearing a haphazardly assembled costume…”

Vyn lets out a chuckle, this time dangerously close to your ear; your body thrums in response to his elegant, low voice.

You know he modulates his voice on purpose to make you feel certain things, and knowing this only makes you desire him even more.

“And? What happened next?” he breathes against your ear; lips now nibbling on your earlobe.

He is now trying to warm you up…

“Well,” you whisper back, “We’ve been… playing …” Your arms—freed of bonds—slide around his neck, pulling him closer to you for a deep kiss. You shift on his lap so you straddle him; but for some reason Vyn lets out a deep, guttural moan, as if…

You blink. Something feels different .

It is right at the moment that you realize that your ass does feel fuller, somehow, despite wearing the plug with the cat’s tail ever since you dropped by his place…

…the plug which, you now remember, had been removed before you passed out on the table earlier…

You take a quick cursory look at the table to your left. There it is, the anal plug that you have been wearing until recently, on the surface of the table. And right beside it, is your leather leash, and a bottle of what seems to be lubricant.

Wait, how did it get there? Your face heats up a little. Was I so out of it that I didn’t notice him grab some lube?

You shift your ass slightly to try and confirm your suspicion: It gets you a breathy gasp from your lover, and a lewd promise to get back at you until you see stars.

Vyn has replaced the plug with his own cock when you were still out of it.

"Someone's enjoying my surprise a little too much?"

You cannot help grinning at him, and you tighten your ass inside, just a little, to enjoy the sound of Vyn's little moans.

“Oh, is my pet teasing me now?” Vyn says, his authoritative air coming back to edge out his unhinged state of mind from earlier. “Let us play another game, then. I wonder who will last longer this time around.”

Once again with precise handling he shifts you to his desired position: still sitting on his lap but facing away from him, with your ass impaled on his stiff cock that is fully hilted and deep inside you.

“Now for this game,” Vyn makes use of his voice once again to full effect; you feel as if his words are massaging your nape, making your hairs stand on end. “You are not to do anything. Do not move. Do you understand this very simple instruction, little kitten?”

You are quite tempted to move your ass—his pleasure is directly tied to your own this time around, now that his cock has replaced your plug—to further tease him, but you also do not want to ruin the mood that he has carefully set up for you. “Yes, Dr. Richter ,” you reply, reverting to the honorific he demands that you address him with.

“ Good girl .”

Once more, that sweet, melodious voice washes over your sense of hearing. His murmurs are accompanied by his hands running down your body until they settle on your thighs; fingers slide down the tender flesh of your inner thighs and their voluptuous advance stops just a couple of inches away from your once again moistening slit.

You manage to obey without any trouble, for the first few minutes. It isn’t hard to refrain from any sort of movement as you sit on his lap; Vyn is graceful enough to let you settle on his thighs in a relatively comfortable position.

No, the issue is how long you can withstand not taking the chance to tease him.

You try to push your luck. “Dr. Richter—”

“I do not remember granting you the privilege to talk, kitten,” Vyn cuts you off almost immediately. Your impertinence also gets you a sharp pinch on your inner thigh, and you yelp in pain. “ Quiet .”

You were about to voice out your complaint—as is your second nature—but you catch yourself before even a single word forms in your mouth.

“ Good girl, ” Vyn whispers next to your ear again. Your attempt to correct yourself does not go unnoticed, and you are amply rewarded with his fingers lightly brushing your wet cunt. “I wonder how to—hahh—reward you…”

An almost imperceptible twitching inside your ass reminds you that Vyn is also suffering along with you, to a certain extent.

His other hand creeps up to your breast; you try to bite back a gasp as he tweaks your nipple with the lightest of pressure, just enough to make you want to moan out loud, for his fingers to touch you more…

All of your focus is paid towards the need to comply with his No Speaking rule that you don’t notice your hips starting to move…

“Hahhh—” A sharp intake of breath as Vyn nuzzles your hair. “You impudent little wench,” he mutters, and his hips snap against your ass in a single yet strong movement that leaves you begging him to be careful, that it is only your first time to be taken in such a manner—

“Ah!!! Vyn, please, be careful—” Such is your mild distress that you forget addressing him with his honorific, yet again.

Fast, shallow breaths warm your nape as Vyn buries his face in your hair; he cannot stop thrusting inside you, now that he already started. His arms wrap around your waist; all he can do now is to hold back and savor each slide in and out of your incredibly hot flesh and how tight you feel around his cock. “You started this, moppet,” he whispers, voice shuddering. “You should, as Marius is probably wont to say,” a nip at the back of your neck. “ Enjoy the ride .”

“What the hell?!” You moan out loud, trying your hardest to relax as he fucks you in the ass, You have an idea how anal sex goes, but nothing has ever prepared you for how different it feels: the sensation even more intense; you feel every inch of him moving in and out of you, even more than when fucks you the usual way. It is not painful, but…

Vyn must have either felt or heard your slight distress, for he asks, “Does it hurt?”

You grit your teeth, not willing to stop, mainly for his pleasure. You’d kill to have him take his pleasure from your body, and your body alone. “N-no…”

“Really?” he presses, yet the movement of his hips does not stop. “You seem to be tense.”

“Y-yeah…” you nod like a trooper. “I think I only need to get used to this…”

“Hmm.”

With a firm grip on the underside of one of your thighs he pushes your hips slightly upward until only his tip is buried in your ass. “Hold that position,” comes his firm command.

You feel him reach for something; after a few seconds you hear a bottle being squeezed of its contents.

“Let us try again, see if you like it better now,” he whispers, and once again electric currents spread across your body in response to his almost hypnotic tone. You were about to close your eyes, wondering how a voice can feel as soft, yet tangible like silk, but instead you gasp as he resumes his movement behind you.

Vyn slides the rest of his length inside you with ease now, his cock slathered with what feels like a liberal amount of lubricant; you can only sigh with how much more comfortable it feels this time around.

“Ohh…yes, it feels much, much better now,” you moan. “It still feels strange, but…better…?”

A honeyed laugh tickles the skin of your nape. “That is fortunate,” he whispers. “Because even if you do not like it, I may have difficulty stopping myself, little kitten,” a soft bite to your neck. “Would you even want your gift to go to waste?”

“N-no…” you answer as your hand surreptitiously creeps towards the throbbing flesh between your thighs. But Vyn swats it away, without missing the beat of his thrusts into your ass.

“You are not allowed to pleasure yourself, not yet…”

“Vyn—ah!”

Another strong pinch on your thigh.

“Doctor…ah—” The void in your pussy, begging to be filled, is all too palpable now. “Please, I—”

Another laugh, once again quite unhinged . “You deserve this treatment, kitten,” he whispers, his breathy whisper almost a hiss. “Do you know what you even do to me?”

You blink at his words. “W-what…?”

You can feel the movement of his hips slightly pick up speed. “I once thought myself better than all these men to burn with lust, whose passions are stolen from more worthy pursuits, only to be squandered in the confines of their bedrooms…”

A low, guttural groan vibrates from his throat, and Vyn licks the shell of your ear as his arms tighten his hold around your body, like a snake taking hold of his meal, about to devour you…

“Vyn…”

“...Yet you made me realize that I am no better, that I am a hypocrite for thinking such, that I am debased as any other…”

His breaths come faster, and he now starts to rail you from underneath. “You have inflicted this within me, Rosa, and you should take responsibility…”

You grit your teeth, trying to keep up, withstand, the intensity of whatever it is you are feeling: the pummeling is stronger, faster, yet you can still feel his every inch moving inside you and leaving you with a vivid image of how vulgar he must look right now, fucking you where you think you shouldn’t be…

“Vyn, please,” you beg him now. “Let me come…”

A dark, breathy chuckle this time. “Tell me, is your body mine, to do as I please with it?”

One of his hands once again slides down to your swollen cunt. “Well, my little kitten?” You know that he is asking you to beg, once again.

And you are only too happy to oblige. “Please…” You gulp before continuing, “... Master .”

A sharp hiss, and Vyn starts fucking your cunt with three fingers. “Oh…oh god!” You cry out, all too overwhelmed once again, and your release comes suddenly like an explosion the moment his thumb starts rubbing your clit.

Your loud moans of confused, overwhelmed pleasure is joined by his passionate groans as he fucks you, his movements lacking any semblance of control, or measure, and all you can feel from him, as you are falling deep into the haze of your own ecstasy is his deep, dark obsession of you, and his need to own you, to mark you as his, and his alone.

Everything ends as he shoots his seed inside you—his maddened voice clamoring for you in the warm, balmy night—and you wonder if anyone has heard, if anyone else understands the message that you are his, and that Vyn Richter can never be owned by anyone else but you.

===

When you open your eyes once again Vyn is still holding you close to him, but he has already slipped out of you, and in his cock’s place is a sticky, uncomfortable feeling that makes you squirm in his lap.

A light kiss on your forehead. “Did you enjoy that, my love?” he asks. You look up into his eyes, and you can only see him , with none of his commanding air, nor hints of his unhinged shadow marring his gold gaze.

You nod. “Mmhm. Though what about you ?” You ask. “It’s a birthday present, after all…”

A throaty laugh. “ Immensely . My god, Rosa,” he marvels at you as he caresses your cheek. “You are amazing. I am not a religious person, but I find myself thanking the powers that be for even having met you.”

“I guess that’s a huge compliment?” You say, a tad cheekily, before leaning in for a kiss. You find yourself wincing afterwards, after the slight movement reminds you of the discomfort in your derriere.

“I…I am sorry for getting carried away,” your favorite doctor murmurs as he now stands up, gathering you into his arms in a princess carry. “I shall help clean you up.”

“Thank you, Vyn,” you whisper into his neck. “Maybe rest a bit afterwards?”

“Heh.” Vyn only grins as he looks down at you, a glint of cruelty showing before it dissipates as quickly as it appeared. “Tired already? Unfortunately my pet, I am far from done. ”

And that is when you realize that the bathroom also counts as another room, and you are not spared of being taken there, as well.

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #vyn richter #vyn richter smut #mo yi #mo yi smut

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idontlikeem · 1 year

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i have some hockey-related asks, i'm going to try to get to them tomorrow. sorry guys, been a bad mental health weekend for me.

i thought maybe writing about it would help, so that's under the cut, but i'm discussing mental health stuff and a bit of food stuff so please don't click and read if you're sensitive to that, and even if you're not don't feel any obligation to click and read lol i just am complaining mostly.

as someone who's had mild clinical depression and moderate generalized anxiety for basically my whole life, it's kind of...shocking to me to sometimes pull my head up and look around and see just how badly i'm being affected by acute situational depression.

it has a different flavor and a different feel. i'm familiar with the struggle to motivate, the lack of desire to get tasks i find unpleasant done even when i know i have to do them, and the occasional bouts of like...idk just Existential Sad. i've always had that, and i've always been able to sort of stiff-upper-lip my way through it and come out feeling better after a few hours or days of feeling not so great.

this? jesus christ.

i cannot make myself get out of bed in the mornings more than a few minutes before i have to log on for work. i lose time during the work day just staring into space. i haven't taken my dog for a long walk in weeks (now part of that is due to the very extreme weather and now my fucked-up knee, but if those things hadn't happened i cannot with confidence say i'd be out there with her). i lie down and just want to...stay there.

i've always been a comfort/stress-eater. i've struggled with my weight for always, not exactly helped along with my mom's absolutely awful approach to body image and like. idk just general care and maintenance of a teenage girl's weight, this is all stuff i don't even want to get into lol, but suffice to say that i am not at my healthiest physical self and have for years sort of made myself feel better with little snacks. but now? i don't eat all day and it's like i can feel that i'm hungry, i understand that the reason my stomach hurts is because it's 4:45 pm and i haven't had anything but coffee today, but i cannot get myself to get up and go downstairs and have something. i bought protein shakes and those have been getting me through the really bad days, but even though they're the brand and flavor i like best when i'm training for long runs (koia vanilla bean and chocolate brownie btw if anyone needs recommendations), they taste like chalk and i have to force them down.

the insidious part is i think i'm doing ok. i get through a work day and maybe, like, do the dishes and say 'hey! look at me, being independent. i'm doing just fine'. and then i walk past the giant pile of stuff i've ordered to try and make myself feel better and haven't even opened. there's a pile of boxes downstairs that i cannot motivate myself to open. i go past it and i go upstairs and i lie down and that's it. the whole afternoon and evening passes and i just stare at my phone trying to keep my mind blank because if i don't i start crying and can't stop.

you can find articles out there that outside of the literal death of a spouse or child, divorce is one of the most stressful events a person can go through. and i fucking believe it. i have never felt this bad for this long in my whole entire life.

i hate feeling like this and it's been worse this weekend than since this whole fucking thing started, i think, and it's so DUMB because we actually got some good news with my mom (along with some bad but that's end-stage cancer for you), so you'd think that would pick me up and help me? you'd think i could have used these days to do some of the things i need to do, like actually putting my clothes in the dresser i finally bought? but no. i've spent basically since friday night getting out of my bed long enough to take daisy to do her business when she needs to go and use the bathroom myself, and that's...it, basically.

this is so stupid. there are so many worse things in life than this, so many people who are going through really bad shit, but all i can do is sit here and thing about how fucking worthless and thrown-away i feel. how pointless. like i'm a piece of trash that just can be discarded when someone's done using it up.

i don't even miss him. right? like i don't. he was bad for me. but holy shit.

#personal #this is so fucking whiny #i'm so angry at myself for not doing something but i CAN'T #i thought this would make me feel better but it's just made me feel even more pathetic #and i know what i should be doing but i just. can't. i can't do it! i can't do anything!

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abenvs3000w23 · 1 year

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A Life of Ambiguity

When viewing this week's course material and seeing there was no prompt, I had an immediate feeling of uncertainty and stress. I started thinking about why I have this automatic fear when it comes to open-ended assignments, and many other situations in life that are ambigious. This made me wonder if any of my classmates feel the same way so I decided to write this weeks post on the ambiguity and uncertainty of many aspects of life.

Throughout my life, I have found myself to be indecisive. Even small choices about what I want to eat or what I want to do with my free time are difficult for me. The reason for this is my fear that with something so open-ended, I will make the "incorrect" choice. Due to my indecisiveness and lack of passion in the past, the ambiguity of life has been challenging at times. Like many of you, I am still finding myself. Although I have come to terms with not knowing myself entirely, I was not always this way.

From a young age. I felt pressure from my parents, friends, and teachers through elementary and high school to find myself, find what I'm passionate about, and determine “what I want to be when I grow up.” This pressure continued through my teen and early adult years, with much of the pressure coming from myself. I felt behind as it seemed that all my peers had a plan in life, and I did not. Many of my friends knew what they wanted in their futures. They had the program and university they wanted to attend planned out, had hobbies, and spent time doing things they found enjoyable. At the time, I had not found a sport or hobby that interested me. Due to this uncertainty and the many paths one can take after high school, I decided to do what most of my friends and older sister had done. As it is now clear, I am enrolled at the University of Guelph. I decided to get my Bachelor of Science degree, majoring in biological science. I chose this program because science and math were the only subjects I didn’t dislike in high school. I also discovered that this program is very open regarding selecting courses. This allowed me to be my indecisive self and explore several avenues until I discovered my interests. Throughout my first and second years at the university, I took many diverse courses, including criminal justice, food science, environmental science, botany, genetics, human kinetics, computer science, chemistry and many more. By doing so, I found my passions in botany and many fields of environmental science. I am so grateful I decided to jump into something I was unsure about, as finding these passions through my degree has shaped the person I am today.

Life is full of decision-making, which can be challenging at times, especially when you haven't discovered what you're passionate about. The best part about the ambiguity of life is that you always have other options. It doesn't matter how long it takes someone to find their passions and there's never a single choice in life you can't come back from.

How did you find your passions and hobbies?

As I said, in the past year, I discovered my passion for plants. As I have taken more botany courses and environmental sciences relating to plants, my indoor plant collection has grown. So much so that the room I originally used for my office has become a little indoor greenhouse. If you have been following my blog, you would know that I love photography. I took some photos to share today of my plant collection.

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doorbloggr · 2 years

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Interlude #3 What's on my mind in between blogposts

Hey so there's stuff I definitely want to make full posts about, but I lack the motivation and time set aside to write a full article. That's not to say that there's not stuff to write about, but I need to gather my thoughts.

Part of the idea of these Interlude blogposts is to give a behind the scenes on my mental and creative health, so I'm not gonna hide any of my future writing behind the curtains here.

In terms of Media Recommendations, I've been watching an Anime called Fooly Cooly, more often written as FLCL. And it's a time. The most anime of all time. Absolutely whacky. So I definitely want to recommend it, but I need to finish it first. It's not a long series, but I don't leave myself a lot of spare time to watch it.

Monster Hunter Rise Sunbreak has been taking a LOT of my spare time lately, and unfortunately for a creative, it is easier to consume content that contribute it. So while there's stuff I definitely could be drawing or writing about, today for example, I spent most of 4 hours after dinner playing Monster Hunter instead. It's super addictive.

I'm terms of the drawing ideas? Most of that is related to Table Top Role Playing Games with friends. Since our D&D group recently wrapped up a couple of campaigns, we've had opportunities to start thinking about more. The first one to pick up is in a completely different system to D&D 5e, a Pokemon system called Pokemon Table Top Unite.

Artistically, this means that session art would feature our trainers and Pokemon, and although I'm keen to get into it, I'm not as confident in drawing characters with modern designs. D&D art has sort of trained me to enjoy fantasy designs more, but Pokemon trainers are a different breed of character design. Pokemon themselves are a whole other kettle of fish. Not super confident, since if you draw a pokemon even a little off model, it sort of ruins it.

This is literally the only art I've done for the campaign so far.

We've recently finished Session 2 of the Pokemon Campaign, and I still have yet to actually draw even art of the contributing player characters, and I'm really stressed that I'm falling behind.

Further down the road, we play to play an existing D&D module called Princes of the Apocalypse, and I have been obsessing over the design and build of my character for that campaign for months. I plan to play a Tiefling Bard who's Fiendish silver tongue gave them gifted child syndrome, and in their adult life, they have imposter syndrome. This is 100% me projecting my own insecurities onto a character and hoping working through an adventure with this character will help me with my issues.

Various designs I've used for this Tiefling Bard character

Ok finally, the number 1 reason people follow my blog, the dinosaur posts. Recently a new, very whacky dinosaur called Jakopil was described and its very unique. I want to make a short article describing the complexities of this dinosaur and maybe also talk about the bigger group it comes from, the Thyreophorans. I've never talked about Stegosaurs and Ankylosaurs in great detail before, so it'll be something new. But because it's new, and there's a lot to read up on for Jakopil, I'm not super confident in starting writing on this right away.

Here's hoping my mind settles and I find the opportunity to write about all these qualms of mine in proper articles later down the line.

Signing off, Mitch, Doorbashr, @supereffectivemoonblast. Whoever you know me as, the nerd who loves to nerd out.

#blog #blogpost #brain dump #art

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marvellousstawler · 7 months

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Tuesday 3 Oct 2023

The Vibe is this: it was the first day of daylight savings today but the sky was dark the whole day because of Melbourne spring rain, which couldn't decide if it wanted to be humid or cold, but was absolutely sure that it was torrential.

Art My excuse for not working on any of my unfinished drawings this week is that I have to finish my homemade Flame Emperor mask by Saturday for PAX Aus. For first-time mask-makers, take note: air-drying clay doesn't work. Past Marv was a fool and didn't realise it would crack as soon as it dried. Present Marv is wiser and is attempting to use Plaster of Paris. Future Marv is likely laughing at her, and is hopefully the proud owner of a wonderfully shitty Flame Emperor mask. The works being hiatus'd on account of the mask are a cool picture of my 2 D&D characters, a massive picture for Edelgard's birthday which I started the day AFTER Edelgard's birthday in June and is no where near finished, and, a while back I bought a copy of 'Wyrd Sisters' with one of those newfangled minimalist-graphic covers, and I thought I'd add a bunch of my gaudy spooky illustrations to it. Witchify it. Which I should just do, I should just get that done.

Writing Recent-Past Marv made the...truly *bewildering* decision to try and print out and hand-bind a very large, very unfinished fanfiction, in multiple volumes, for her friend AND herself. A fanfiction, which neither Past Marv nor Present Marv has even read. Apparently Recent-Past Marv's idea was that the project would motivate her to read it, because for some reason she finds the Ao3 interface...unfriendly? The reasons for her reticence are arcane. Anyway, this bizarre project has eaten valuable writing time, and will likely continue to do so. Even so, I did have an opportunity to outline my first chapter of the next part of the project currently known as TDD, a draft I like quite a bit. Also, memory doesn't serve well but I think I spent a weirdly large amount of time working on a comic-isation of Dorothea and Manuela's supports (working title is 'Mittelfranks'), which, that was supposed to be three chapters and one self-indulgent fourth...it is now nine. ...look the very specific dynamic between these two characters feels like it was custom-designed to infiltrate my limbic system and mass-produce serotonin. But only time will tell if THAT project ever exceeds the scripting stage. I also had a chance to write a hand-written draft of a novel about my most recent D&D character. The concept feels like it's too much to chew though. Still, worth getting an idea down.

Reading Finished 'Wyrd Sisters' by Terry Pratchett the other day, which has taken like a month. It's the first book I've finished in about 2 years, and it's instantly become one of my all-time favourites -- it almost feels like it was written FOR me and that is a RARE feeling. I've been collecting quotes in a notebook, the 'collecting' giving me a further incentive for reading, but I only started collecting from page 40 of the book. I'm torn between moving on to the next thing on my To Read list, or going back to trawl through the 40 pages for cool quotes. Might as well spend just a little more time with this new friend. Here's the most recent quote I collected, from page 2: "A key to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs." Damn, Pratchett out here with takes that have remained piping hot since 1988.

#journal #journaling #progress #writing progress #reading #writeblr #bookblr #drafting #writing #creative writing #marvomakesathing #quotes #terry pratchett

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kinetic-elaboration · 1 year

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January 14: Friday

I think this past week really took even more out of me than I thought it would. This was a non-day for real. I didn't write, which is a shame but I also simply don't care right now. At least I have 3 days this weekend, and time to get stuff done tomorrow or Monday.

I was definitely up way too late yesterday. I'm glad I wrote down thoughts on Halloween 2007 because it is extremely hazy in my mind already, like something I dreamed instead of watched. It was just a weird situation that I was up that late--I say even though I am often up way too late on Fridays and never for a good reason.

Yesterday, I had staff breakfast in the morning, followed by a tiring search committee meeting in which we spent 75 minutes saying the same thing over and over because we are so torn between the two remaining candidates, followed by a TS meeting that had actual substance, and then less than 45 minutes after that, I went out to a two hour lunch. Next time I do that I'm taking the whole afternoon off lol. Although after I came back yesterday, I did basically NOTHING. Not as much as I wanted anyway.

I did have a fun time standing at the circ desk for 30 minutes for no reason and listening to conversation. The most hilarious part was s's rant about the ants. After he sprayed the desk with so much anti-ant stuff it could be smelled from everywhere in the vicinity, he went on a tirade about how much effort the ants went through to get on the computer screens and then about how they need water to survive and yet there was no water here at all, anywhere--I know there's a glass of water right behind me now but USUALLY THAT ISN'T THERE. Idk maybe it was because it was a Friday afternoon or maybe it was because I hadn't seen the water or maybe it was just the timing or performance of this speech but it was so funny I could not stop laughing.

After that i made the mistake of asking a co-worker a simple question, and we ended up in a loooong conversation, which was good but then I missed my bus. And then the next bus came earlier than expected so I missed that one too. And then I stood outside in the cold like a fool scrolling random stories on my phone because I had nowhere in particular to go and I didn't get home until 7:30. So dumb.

So today I have done very little/basically nothing, but a lot of sleeping and some dishes. going to do my best to go back to sleep soon. Tomorrow the plan was to clean a lot, and that's still what I'd like to do. Will I also be able to write? I dunno man. It's like a 10 hour mental circus to do like 30 minutes of writing every time so.... We'll see.

#the year 2023 #2023: rl

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icewindandboringhorror · 2 years

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#I still love the 3DS camera lol #snapchat filters?? never heard of her. Real Image takers use 3DS #(actually it's a 2ds but I belive they have basically the same operating system/look exactly the same/etc.)#i had so much planned to do today since I actually felt okay yesterday for once but.. of course #whatever the hell undiagnosed chronic issues that I have must always flare up randomly for no reason #I felt totally fine when I went to bed for the most part but then woke up at 5am with various issues and pains and still don't feel totally #normal .. so I've just spent the whole day sitting around trying to feel better or napping #doing semi-productive things here and there (like editing a video for a few minutes.. drawing for a few minutes.. etc. etc. )#I did get my updated tetanus shot at the doctor yesterday while I was already there for something else and it DOES say it can cause nausea #and upset stomach or something as vaccine side effects #maybe because I already have Pre-Existing Mysterious Stomach Issues for some reason what would #just be normal nausea and mild tummy ache has amplified or something #hhhhhhhhhhh #ANYWAY .. I just hate the whole concept that I never know how I'm going to feel . How am I ever going to move to scotland and publish #games and write books and get actual things done in my life if everyday it's unreliable how productive I'll be because it's like #just randomly every 24 hours a coin is flipped which determines whether I'll feel functional or whether I'll spend all day having Various #Issues hghghj #Maybe I can at least like.. edit the last of a sims video and finish the few remaining touches for my gingerbread house I've been working on #Sometimes I use social media when I feel bad so I can be like 'ah! at least i did SOMETHING! you see - I have posted an image of my cat!#this means I am productive and a normal human being'#ANYWAYh #cats

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lazarettta · 3 years

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Misthios

Characters (Reader x Mother Miranda...?) 👀

Rating (T)

Word Count (2.8k)

Warnings (none, first half is has no dialogue, writing while high,)

Once her little warrior, always her little warrior.

I'm sorry if it's hot 🗑💀

The fire was finally the way you wanted it and you could finally fucking rest. You'd been hiking all goddamn day through the rain and snow, and you just wanted a minute to rest and to eat. The sun was starting to set and you still needed to set up your tent, but for the moment you were content to just sit on the log and get warm.

“Who'd ever think a Spartan would be in Rome looking for answers, hm?” it was ironic, how you would've been accused of being a traitor or something like that back then. Ha...back then?

Truthfully you weren't sure anymore where your life really started it's been so long, centuries really if you were being honest. Sometimes even your own secrets were too overwhelming for you to admit, and as the years continued to pass you by it was getting harder and harder for you to hold onto the same principles you once believed in. The wars you've participated in, two of them by choice...and as a favor for the third.

It shouldn't have been possible but it was for you, it was both a blessing and a curse because you were nothing special...you grew up with Spartan blood running through your veins, pushed at a young age to hunt and to protect, it was a common tradition for families then, especially for the oldest or only children. Your didn't ever recall your father, he died in battle before you were born but your mother was there, always. Even if her face was blurry after all of the time that has passed you by—you still remember her teachings and her technique. Your mother was the best hunter in Sparta, proudly.

But after...after her passing, the streets taught you how to be a mercenary at a young age...and then an assassin, not by choice but by necessity because you weren't a good person then, not really, and you still weren't now...but you still had the will do what was right, and so you did.

And maybe that is why the Gods did not let you die in the battlefield when you'd been caught off guard, for what is no longer relevant as it is now long gone, but the scar left through your heart would forever stain you inside and out by some random Greek bastard. You don't remember much of the dying part as much as you remembered how badly it hurt and how livid you were watching him stand over you with his bloody sword raised to the heavens. But just like your pain, that emotion was ebbed away as you laid there dying.

And die you did. And your body laid there for who knows how long but when you woke up, oh you sprung up ready to fight but there wasn't a fight left to be had...the war was over...but you didn't know that until you woke up the second time. Not realizing that your body was next to be burned in the ditch as the battlefield was being cleared of all the corpses from both sides. A gruesome chore performed by the prisoners taken by Sparta.

You had no idea why the Gods healed you and brought you back from the dead, you didn't deserve a second chance (at the time you didn't realize that it was a power). You were blessed by the Gods and that's all that it was, people looked at you with both awe and envy. Some gave all of their iron and dearest family possessions as a gift to the Gods in hopes that their wishes were granted. They hated you and you did not care. You were unstoppable, everyone wanted your attention and your skills—it made you arrogant and stupid for years. And when you caught a pretty nasty gash across your back from a werewolf that ambushed you and your horse, your leathers had been torn and bloody by the time you speared your way through four of those beasts. But while there was blood, there was no wound...the only evidence were the scars it left behind.

Snap!

You turned your head slightly, a few strands of your hair falling in front of your ever sharp (y/e/c) eyes. You stayed perfectly still, eyes scanning the forest surrounding you but there was nothing after several moments. Just as well...with a loud sigh, you finally got up to put up your tent for the night and probably for the next few nights too. You slipped your hunting knife back into your boot but kept it unhooked just in case.

You lived in a time where guns existed but you were always better with a blade. You may not be an active misthios now (mercenary in today's world) but old habits were hard to kick. You were too old and too wise now, even if you didn't look a day over twenty-eight.

The next morning...

You woke with a start your grip around your obsidian hunting knife so tight your knuckles your skin strained against bone. You didn't have a dream but something woke you up, and it wasn't those damn birds chirping literally above your tint. With the help of the morning sun you could even see the spot where one of them pooped. Great. You laid there for a few more minutes, finally relaxed enough to move. You checked your surroundings again, walking around your camp but that feeling of unease didn't go away but it wasn't as strong.

Today was clearer than it was the day before though you still had to deal with the snow and the cold, not that either really bothered you too much. Leaving your camp behind, marking the trees so that you had a way to find your way back through these unfamiliar woods, you set off to find breakfast. You came to an edge, a cliff's peak and you went to stand on the edge of it—to maybe see the rest of the mountain you were exploring but something caught your immediate attention.

When was the last time you ever saw a castle? Not...not those tourist marks they have all over Europe but a castle. The place was eerie but most castles always felt that way to you...but this was different? It was as if the castle was looking right back at you, mocking you. From your vantage point you could make out the edges of a lake through the thick trees, you couldn't see it very well but you could tell it wasn't small nor was it man-made.

It was a pleasant surprise to discover this as you assumed that your trip would mostly be you exploring this cold ass mountain without a proper guide but you didn't need anyone to know why you were really up here, your reasons concerned no one but yourself. That and you knew you'd end up leading your guide. You were better off alone. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself that but those words stopped being comforting a very long time ago. Not like fate was giving you much of a fucking choice though.

Your stomach growled, reminding you of your hunt...you glanced down at the village below the castle curiously before turning away from the ledge, the heavy aura of the castle still on your back.

Fat and full, that's exactly how you'd describe yourself at the moment. There were more predators in the area than there were prey it seemed but the rabbit you caught seemed plentiful enough. With winter kicking in, the most worrisome predator in the woods would be hibernating leaving nothing but the wolves and maybe a mountain lion for you to deal with if you're lucky. You hefted your smaller backpack onto your back and left your camp, deciding to check out the village to see if you could learn more about the castle.

You were both excited and curious, you'd spent a majority of your modern life exploring the wonders of the Earth and using the currency you've collected throughout your lifetimes to fund whatever myth caught your eye. In other words, you were bored but the thought of war and fighting no longer made your blood sing or your heart race. You've done so much of that already, and lost so much because of it.

“Get back! Get back! Agh—GET THE FUCK BACK!”

Your legs stopped moving immediately and your gloved hand was already wrapped around the hilt of your hunting knife, ears trained. You heard growling and barking not too far from where you stood, maybe two or three hundred feet to your right just through those bushes and that fallen tree. It sounded as if someone was having a bit of trouble with a pack of wolves. Which struck you as odd, you were still pretty high up on the mountains and you hadn't seen anyone else up here in a week, so it couldn't have been a local...could it?

The growling grew more intense and there were sounds of a scuffle and grunts but the man still sounded alive.

And it wasn't your problem. Your days of coming to the rescue were over. You allowed your hand to fall from your knife. You got maybe seven steps away before the man spotted you, he caught a glimpse of your fur lined hood and started screaming for you to help him just as one of the wolves snapped the branch he was holding in half, forcing his back against a tree. His time was counting down now.

He was yelling so loud, you were sure even the villagers could hear him now. There was no way you could walk away now.

“Fucking hell.” with a heavy sigh, you dropped your backpack and stalked in the direction of the soon to be crime scene. You didn't feel the need to mask your presence, you wanted the wolves to know that you were there and that ultimately saved that man's life. The wolves were honed in on you the moment you stepped through the bush but three shots echoed through the small clearing before any of them could pounce in your direction. The echoes faded away quickly, and you sighed again watching the white snow stain red beneath the furry corpses.

The only other sound heard was the man's heavy breathing as he leaned against a tree. You looked down at your gun before putting it back in it's holster on your lower back, you may prefer blades but it was always better to have something and not need it, than to need it and not have it.

“Thank...thank you,”

You looked at the man with furrowed brows...just by looking at him, you knew that he wasn't a native but the moment he opened his mouth only confirmed it. He was American...you spotted all of his gear nearby, torn to shreds and you scoffed.

“I don't think camping is for you.”

“I don't think so either,” He tried for a smile but it was only a grimace, the blonde man pushed himself from the tree and approached you, carefully stepping around the wolves bodies, “I'm uh a bit lost, I guess.”

“And I'm leaving.”

“Wait!” he rushed around you, stopping you and you could've gone through the man if you wanted to...you were taller than him by an inch or two, and you definitely had more mass than he probably knew what to do with, “Listen, I'm obviously not from here, but I'm trying to find my daughter okay, she's—”

“I'm not from around here,” you held your hand to make him stop while simultaneously telling yourself that you're not about to get involved in someone else's mess and derail your own mission, “I'm sorry about your kid, but I can't help you.”

He frowned at you obviously not happy with your answer but he was quickly reaching into his pocket and any normal person, especially someone who is armed, would've taken a step back but you weren't some ordinary person. You simply raised an eyebrow, because you knew that he wasn't going to attack you even though he was probably fully capable of doing so. You assumed that he was about to dig out a baby picture or something but it was just a sheet of paper with writing on it. You took it before he could shove the damn thing in your face and you looked down at it carefully, keeping your face neutral.

“I can't read whatever language that is.”

You glared up at him from beneath your lashes, “And you think that I can?”

“Can you?” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes...your attention back to the paper before shoving it back in his hands, “Well?”

You nearly scowled at his impatience, “It's a mix of Romanian, Serbian and Tatar. Whoever sent that clearly doesn't want anyone else to know what's on it.”

“So you can read it then?”

“Bits and pieces,” You said with a shrug, “I'm not expert but someone named Beneviento is demanding a shorter route for wine delivery from that giant castle.”

He stared at you then down to the paper, which was full from top to bottom, then back to you, “What...that's all? Are you sure?? No, that can't be all...there has to be something about my daughter here! Here, please, just try again slower—”

“That's all I could read.” you shouldered past him, throwing your hood back up and ignoring his calls after you. Your backpack was exactly where you dropped it, you shook off the snow and threw it back on your back not caring about the cool wetness on your back now—you just wanted to get away from this area as quickly as possible. You should've used your knife as those gunshots gave away your position.

“Amateur hour everyone,” you grumbled under your breath...you veered off the path slightly, just in case he tried to follow you (wouldn't be the first time someone tried to force you to help them).

You'd maybe walked for a mile or two down the mountain before you noticed the hairs on the back of your neck standing, you chanced a casual glance over your shoulder but there was no one there, no man nor animal. Licking your dry lips you turned back around but as you were doing so, you caught something in your peripheral. A dark figure, twenty feet away and that's when you noticed how fucking quiet everything was around you...you forced yourself to keep walking even as a feeling of dread began crawling up your back, like two sharp fingers walking along the ridges of your spine.

Pushing the hood from your head, you whirled around with your knife drawn at your side gripping it with the intentions to kill but there was nothing there except two large obsidian feathers fluttering gently down onto the snow at your boots. Feathers?

Cool breath touched the base of your neck when you heard soft chuckling directly behind you. You turned around sharply, easily flipping your knife around but the mass of darkness in front of you disoriented you for a split second and that was all this creature needed. Before you could plunge your knife into it's feathery belly, a pale hand shot out and caught your wrist in a bruising grip as another hand curled itself around your throat, sharp nails oh so slightly pricking your skin.

You were about to kick away when the creature leaned forward, and it's face came from beneath the hood...only it wasn't an it, it was a she, though her entire face was hidden by the gold headgear you could see her lips and...and her eyes.

A pair of eyes you'd never forget in any of your lifetimes. It felt like a millennia ago when those eyes alone had you on your knees covered in fresh warm blood and exhausted from tearing through small armies.

Despite yourself, you were trembling in her ironclad grip, your hand that wasn't still trapped fruitlessly came up to wrap around her wrist as if that was going to help you. You both knew that it wouldn't. She brought you closer until your feet were no longer on the ground and you could feel the tip of your blade pressing against something...no, her...and your nose was nearly touching her helmet.

“ο μικρός μου πολεμιστής...” (my little warrior...) her cool breath washed over your face, her eyes still boring down into yours so intensely you swore you felt the heat, even as her hand tightened around your throat making you choke, but you were fighting against her... “επιτέλους ήρθες σπίτι μου...” her chuckle fell on deaf ears. (you've finally come home to me...)

You were supposed to run into Alcina first 😭, but Miranda works too...(save the best for last obvi) I don't know I am playing Odyssey while waiting for this game to drop and I went The Old Guard route too so then I just ended up writing some shit, and I wanted to try something that's not so maiden-esque lol so I hope it's enjoyable at least...I honestly might make this a WIP...

#resident evil 8 #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda #resident evil #resident evil village #lady alcina #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #dis tew much #assassins creed odyssey #lady dimitrescu #i'm a big simp for these bishes

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Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (2/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the second half of the request, featuring Rosé and Lisa. If you want to see the first part, with Jisoo and Jennie, click the link below. I hope you enjoy!

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Rosé

Park Chaeyoung: The girl who hung with the wrong crowd.

Your problem lied more so with the people she associated with than her herself. You couldn't wrap your head around why such a kind person like her would spend time with the class clowns and bullies, and to make matters worse, she would stick up for them as well.

She spent most of her days in either the art or music room, creating the masterpieces that her brain came up with.

But as soon as school was over, she'd be hanging out with them again and getting into trouble. For instance, because of her talents, they would invite her to go with them and graffiti various hot spots around town. She never vandalized any monuments or landmarks of importance -- she typically stuck to bridges or abandoned buildings -- but after getting caught with them multiple times, it was inevitable for her to be held accountable.

She was given a week's detention to make up for her actions

You, coincidentally, had a teacher that absolutely loathed you for no reason at all. No matter how good of a student you were for him, he didn't care; he had a vendetta against you for some reason, and he patiently waited for the opportunity to ruin your day.

You came in literally 10 seconds after the bell rang, putting the breakfast sandwich you stopped to get on the way into your mouth so you could open the door. He was standing at the front with a smug grin on his face, and you already knew what was coming.

You were also given an ungodly sentence of a week's detention.

Turning Point

"If I see you on your phones, I'm taking them." The monitor informs before sitting at the desk, reclining in the chair and putting his feet up soon after. You sigh and lean back in your seat, attempting to find a way to pass the next two hours without getting in trouble. Your eyes scan across the room, eventually landing on Rosé, where she sits a couple rows away from you. Sunlight is streaming in through the window next to her, its golden rays peeking through the breaks in the clouds above to shine on her. She looks gorgeous as she doodles away in her notebook, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear when it falls in front of her face.

After waiting on the monitor to fall asleep and sending one last glance to double check, you quietly stand from your seat and go sit next to her.

You barely know each other, but she's your only hope of remaining sane and occupied.

"Hi," you greet, looking into her eyes.

"Hi," she copies, a tiny smile forming on her lips when she notices your impressed expression upon gazing down at her paper. You have to hand it to her -- she's really talented.

"You're really good," you compliment, still admiring the artistry. Seeing as how you're looking down, you fail to notice the blush that works its way to her cheeks. Coming from you, the simple remark meant a lot to her.

You spend the rest of the day making small talk and getting used to one another, leaving detention later with the hopes of sitting together again.

----

The Next Day

"Hi again," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that the coast is clear. The monitor is out like a light, with his mouth hanging open and an obnoxiously loud snore coming out.

"Hi," she giggles, watching as you dive into the floor for cover when the man shifts in his sleep. You thought he was waking up, and if he finds out you moved seats, he'll definitely have something to say about it.

"The coast is clear, cadet," she nods like a soldier, assuring you that it's okay to move back after a minute.

"That was close," you breathe out in relief, glad to live to see another day.

You share a laugh, though it has to be hidden behind your hands and kept a minimum. It's cute though -- like a little secret between the two of you, only for you to know.

"What're you drawing today?" You ask later, laying your chin in your palm as you gaze down at her work. Her reply comes out stuttered at first when she feels your leg innocently brush against hers under the table.

"D-dalgom. My friend's dog." She manages out, mentally smacking herself for looking like a fool.

You smile, thinking she's adorable. "I bet it'll be great," you encourage. She grins back as her eyes scan over your face, committing the memory of you to heart. She's always had a thing for you, ever since the time you were paired up in Biology last semester, so she's been enjoying detention more than she thought she would. Seeing you makes the time go by faster, though ironically, she wishes it would slow down a bit.

You make her feel appreciated for more than just what she's capable of producing, and the divide between you and her friend group is blaringly obvious. They like her because of the rush she can help them achieve; you like her because of her.

That thought persists in her mind for the rest of detention, and before she knows it, the monitor is releasing you again. She bends down to put her notebook in her bag when a thought pops into her mind: she wants to ask if you want to go to the park with her. When she's done zipping her bag up, she looks back up at you, only to find you on your phone, talking to someone.

"Yeah, mom. I'll stop by on the way home. So milk, cereal, ramen, and paper towels, right?"

She watches as you wait for a reply, tucking the phone into the crook of your neck as you move to write the list down on a spare piece of paper.

"Alright, love you, too. See you later." You hang up before looking back at Rosie. She looks a little down, and you have no idea why.

You pause for a moment, silently psyching yourself up for what you're about to ask. "This is gonna sound really strange, but do you want to come with me to the store?"

Her heart's pace increases at that, happy to know that you want to spend more time with her, just as she does with you.

"Actually, yeah. That sounds like fun."

You grin at her before spinning around and doing a little celebratory dance, which wins you a strange look from the monitor. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing her hand and rushing out of the room, hearing his disapproval shouted after you.

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Ramen?"

"Check."

"Cereal?"

"Nope."

You nod at her words, now reminded of what you were forgetting. You push the buggy towards the aisle of cereals, gazing around in wonder at the huge selection. Rosé is just the same, eyeing all of the options like a kid in a candy store. After grabbing your mom's favorite kind, you decide on one for yourself and bring it back to the cart. Rosie scoots her leg over, making room for them beside where she sits, reclined in the cart.

You grin when you see her eyeing a box of fruit loops. Huh; fruity. Go figure.

You wordlessly grab the box and hand it to her, feeling your heart melt when she looks up at you like you hold the key to the universe.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Rosie." You say, putting your hands on the bar as you begin pushing the buggy again. "Now, I say we see how long it takes to get to the paper towel aisle. My last record was 30 seconds."

She looks at you, clearly impressed, with her eyebrows raised. Without question, she pulls her phone out and gets the stop watch feature ready to go.

"3...2...1... GO!" She shouts, commanding your legs to start pumping as you race down the long strip of store before you. A couple kids dart out of the way just before getting smacked into, quickly turning around and cheering you on as you charge forward.

Her giggles fill the air as you drift around a corner, shouting apologies to the lady you almost bumped into.

"Sorry ma'am!"

A few seconds later, chest heaving and legs sore, you come to a stop in the aisle, dramatically collapsing in a heap next to the buggy. Rosé checks her phone as she reaches down to poke you.

"22.18 seconds, champ," she declares victoriously, smiling when you magically regain enough energy to stand up and celebrate.

"Woohoo! Team Y/S/N (Your Ship Name) for the win!"

She laughs along at that, joining in on your celebration, but she's blushing like crazy on the inside.

-----

The Last Day Of Detention

Ever since your trip to the store, you and Rosé have grown closer and closer. You traded numbers and text occasionally, though nothing beats having her all to yourself for 2 hours straight with no distractions. She feels the same; when she's in class, she can't wait for the bell to ring and signal your reunion. Part of her wants to get in trouble again, just to see you more often.

So, as you'd expect, it's really no surprise that you're sat right in front of her again, telling jokes and asking about her day. You've grown a bit more bold with every step closer you've taken towards her heart, and now you reach down to intertwine your fingers with hers.

She happily accepts, even bringing your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it. She smiles against your skin after it, making butterflies take flight in your stomach. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and you don't even try to fight it anymore.

The sound of the classroom door opening alerts you, making her lower your hand. She doesn't let go of you, though, and that fact warms your heart for some reason. The squeaky hinges groan out again as the door opens wider, revealing about 4 or 5 people from the friend group that she hangs out with. They motion for her to sneak out with them, but she just shakes her head.

"Come on, Rosé!" They whisper-scream, offering her a way to freedom. Little do they know that she'd take this imprisonment over freedom any day, so long as you're by her side.

"No! Get out before he wakes up!" She whisper-shouts back, eventually convincing them to leave.

"Why didn't you go?" You ask once they're gone, toying with her fingers as your hands rest on the desk.

"Because I like spending time with you." She admits, letting her defenses down.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you smile, letting her know that you feel the same.

The Fallout

After detention, the two of you walked out of the school, hand in hand

"Would you maybe, I don't know... wanna go to the park with me?" She asks nervously, glancing up at you.

"You read my mind, Rosie." You smile at each other and head towards the parking lot.

You started hanging out more, and she distanced herself from her old crowd

You encouraged her to enroll in your school's art program and show her work that way

"You're really talented; it deserves to be seen."

Your support meant the world to her, and she never failed to let you know

"Thank you, Y/N. Having you behind me means the world to me."

At one of her art shows, where she was tasked with unveiling a new piece that she'd been working on for months, you got the biggest surprise of your life.

She created a mural of you, all decked out with every color of the rainbow, utterly gorgeous

She lit up when she saw your reaction

"This piece is titled 'Mine', which I hope the girl in it will soon be." She says into the microphone, looking at you with hope shining in her eyes.

You nod your head with a smile and walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was long-overdue. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer with her sweater-padded hands and kissing you again and again.

The crowd claps for you, happy to see such an ending.

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Lisa

I couldn't choose between these two gifs so enjoy both for the price of one ^^^

Lisa Manoban: Cocky, smug, and self-assured. The dancer knew she was hot shit, and she wasn't afraid to show off.

You're all for people being confident and happy with themselves, especially when they're talented, but something about Lisa always seemed to rub you the wrong way.

Whether it be her lack of a filter or the arrogant swagger that she naturally exuded, you weren't sure. People wanted to either be her or be with her, but you fell into neither of those categories.

She always left you frustrated in one way or another, whether it be from her teasing or her witty comebacks

The teachers loved her, as did the students. She was the class clown, so her position was pretty sacred in the grand scheme of things

You, on the other hand, irritated her for other reasons. You were the only person she couldn't get to crack; you never gave into her charms, and it infuriated her to no end. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted (as childish as that may seem) and having you, one of the most attractive girls at school, turn her down? Well that was a massive blow to her ego.

You weren't afraid to say your piece, and that both pleasantly surprised and upset her.

She constantly tried to flirt with you in class, but you knew it was all for the attention. She just wanted to make her friends laugh, which they always did.

"Y/N, come here babe. There's an empty seat next to me," she coos, batting her eyelashes as you walk in the door. It's a free day, so everyone is sitting with their friends, wherever they like.

"I'm good," you decline, deciding to sit against the wall beneath the large window of the classroom.

"Oooo, denied," Lisa's friends laugh at her this time, chuckling harder when she sticks her middle finger up at them.

"Yah, shut up," she says, nursing her bruised ego as she turns around and opens her phone.

You smile as you continue working on the homework you cracked open, scribbling an answer down onto the notebook paper in front of you. Your fingers glide over your textbook in search of the definition of the term you're on, and Lisa secretly watches from afar. Without realizing it, she grins when you light up upon spotting the answer.

Sometimes her flirting does work, though, and you turn into a blushing mess

*whistle* "Damn, Y/N. You're looking fine today," she exclaims, fanning herself. You worry that she doesn't really mean it, but when her eyes remain on you a second too long to just be friendly, you blush. She's taking in all of you, looking impressed all the while.

"Right back at you, Manoban." You wink, sitting down in your seat across the room. She lightly blushes back, though she does a good job of concealing it.

Considering you share a couple classes and the class sizes are relatively small, it was pretty likely that you'd end up paired together eventually

You weren't happy about it, especially not after the way she had acted that week. Her cockiness had been at an all time high as of late, leaving you frustrated and upset. She was so full of herself; all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off her face.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with Lisa," your photography teacher informs, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.

"But Mrs. Ta--"

"Pairings are final," she cocks her head at you, persuading you to give in. With a sigh, you respond, "Yes ma'am," and attempt to ignore the sound of Lisa's friends high fiving each other in celebration.

The Turning Point

"My parents are gone for the rest of the week..." she says, holding the door open for you as you carry in your equipment. A hint of suggestiveness lies in it; she's alluding to exactly what you think she is, and you push her shoulder upon realizing it.

"Knock it off, Manoban."

"Okay, okay," she chuckles, listening to you for once. The surprise is clear on your face.

She leads you towards the backyard, where you set up one of your highest power cameras and turn it on. You have to create a gallery of different photos, all under the same theme. You both agreed to do a time-lapse of the sunset, and take pictures of the stars after.

Once she makes sure that the timer is set correctly and that the auto shut-off feature is enabled, she motions for you to follow her back into the house. You do, and she leads you into the kitchen.

"Do you want a snack?"

"Sure, do you have any ramen?"

She nods, quickly busying herself by bending down and searching through the cabinets. After she finds it, exclaiming a pleased, "Aha!", she tells you to go get comfortable in the living room.

Three minutes later, from your place on the couch, you begin to smell something burning. You scramble up and rush to the kitchen, only to find Lisa running around like a headless chicken, attempting to put out the small fire she started.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN RAMEN?" You shout, though your tone isn't angry. You're just very shocked, and loud about it. You push her away from the pot, albeit gently, and get the flames to go down relatively quickly. You turn the burners off and put the pot in the sink, leaning against the counter to recover from the adrenaline rush.

"Oops?" She asks more so that says, with a growing smile evident in her voice.

You shake your head and chuckle despite yourself, turning around to face her. "You can order a pizza now to make up for that." You point a finger at her, grinning stupidly when she presses the tip of hers to it.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Thankfully you're already walking away as she says that, so she doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you blush.

---

"Lisa, I can't keep going." You groan out, sweat dripping down your face. The pizza you ate earlier is giving you a stomache ache, paired with the physical activity you're doing.

"Y/N, just a little longer, we're almost there," she huffs out, keeping her movements steady somehow. You're a mess by now, so you don't understand how she's still going.

A couple minutes later, the TV in front of you lights up, saying, "Awesome moves! You win!" as you collapse to the ground in a heap.

Why you agreed to play Just Dance with her after eating is beyond you.

"Good job," she compliments, grabbing your hand to high five herself with it.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll over, catching your breath.

She lays down beside you as you recover, telling jokes to hear that laugh that she loves so much. She prefers yours over anyone elses, so it's always such a reward when she gets you to crack up.

"We should probably head up now," she notes, realizing that the stars will be coming out soon. You agree, and she carefully helps you up.

"Here, I'll carry you," she turns, bending down so you can get on her back.

"Lisa, you can't carry me," you brush off, feeling insecurity bubble up again like it always does when you're offered a piggyback ride.

"Y/N, I promise that I can. Trust me," she reassures, looking into your eyes sincerely.

"Alright," you sigh, standing onto the couch to get on easier.

"See?" She asks, sliding her warm hands up your thighs to keep you secured against her. "I've got you, babe."

You tuck your head into the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

"I'm gonna punch you if you drop me," you whisper, feeling her laugh against you.

"Fair enough."

-----

Later, On The Rooftop

"Careful," she instructs, outstretching a hand to help you climb out the window. Her camera hangs around her neck, and she takes the cap off of the lense once you're both safely sitting on the roof.

"Wow," you sigh, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Her house is far enough away from the city that you're rewarded with a gorgeous view of the stars, unburdened by the industrial fog that hangs over the cosmopolis.

"It's beautiful out here," you say, looking back at her. You tense up a bit, not expecting her to already be looking at you.

"Sorry," she laughs at herself, looking away once she gets caught admiring you.

"It's okay," you reach down and gently squeeze her hand, making her blush lightly.

"Let's get started," you conclude, pointing at the camera. She nods, knowing that she'd never get the assignment done if you didn't step in to tell her to (considering she'd rather admire you), and she points the device to the sky.

After snapping a few pictures, she lays back in order to get a better vantage point of one of the star systems. She hands it to you after she's satisfied with her work, and you take your turn with it.

She notices that you keep brushing your hair out of the way when it falls in your face, so she decides to help you.

"Here," she says, saddling up behind you. She gathers your hair up, running her fingers through it to neatly pull it up for you. Thankfully she always keeps a spare tie on her wrist.

"Thanks," you smile, snapping another picture. The simple act warms your heart; she's being selfless for once, and helping you without even being asked. It's a refreshing change of pace.

"You're welcome." She chirps, sitting back down beside you.

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Later, In Her Bedroom

"Oh, I really like that one!" She says excitedly, pointing at the TV. Her phone, which is connected via Bluetooth and automatically receives pictures of her choosing from the camera, is displaying some of your best shots.

"Yeah, you did really well with that. I think we might beat everyone else if we use that as our cover piece."

Your compliment makes her momentarily shy, and she quickly realizes how much she loves your praise.

The two of you continue like that, reviewing the different pictures and choosing your favorites. She always finds ways to compliment yours, noting your technique or the filter you used, and it always makes you smile. She's different than you're used to, and it's throwing you for a loop, pleasantly surprising.

---

Lisa steps out of the room to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, leaving her phone connected to the TV. A ding sounds out across the space, pulling your attention away from the stack of notes laid out before you. Your eyes dart up to the screen, reading the text message that appeared at the top of it.

Austin ⛓: "Dude, did you get into her pants yet? We're literally betting over here 😂"

You blink a few times as their words sink in, making your chest hurt. You were really beginning to believe that you had been wrong about Lisa; clearly, though, your instincts were right.

Feeling betrayed, you shove your folders back into your bag and stand from the chair, willing yourself not to cry. The sound of the sink turning on lets you know that she's almost done, so you hurry your movements and make your way towards the door. She steps out into the hall just as you exit her room, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" She asks with furrowed brows, approaching you. One of her hands lands on your arm, and you shrug it off as you brush past her without another word.

"Y/N, did I do something wrong?" She asks from the top of her staircase, watching as you walk towards her foyer.

"Why don't you ask Austin?" You bitterly call over your shoulder as you turn the knob, slipping out the front door. She hangs her head upon registering your words, realizing what must've happened. She makes a mental note to give him hell when she sees him again.

Tears sting your eyes as you exit the house, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. You should've known something like this would happen. The chilly night air bites at your skin, stealing more of its warmth away with every step you take. The temperature doesn't change your mind, though; you're upset, and you'd rather freeze out here than be face to face with her right now.

"Y/N, wait!" She calls after you, blasting out the front foor. Her footfalls sound off behind you, announcing her rapid approach, but you don't turn around. Realizing this, she darts in front of you, keeping you from walking any further.

"Please, don't go. He's an idiot, Y/N."

"He might he an idiot, but that doesn't take away what he said," you scowl, clenching your jaw. "Betting? Really, Lisa?" You ask quietly, hurt evident in your voice.

"It was a stupid thing they tried to convince me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop them from talking once you and I were paired up. That's not what I want, though. I'm not just in it for that."

"How am I supposed to believe that? This is your M.O., Lisa."

"It's different with you, I don't know why." That's a lie; she knows exactly why you're different than anyone else she's flirted with in the past.

You stand there before her, silently weighing your options. After seeing the pleading look in her eye, her dark orbs full of sincerity, you relent. "Just take me home. We'll work on it another day," you compromise, allowing her in just enough to take you home, but not enough to stay at her place any longer. You're still weary after a text like that, and you will be for a while.

"Thank you," she breaths a sigh of relief, clasping her hands behind herself as you begin walking back to her house. She notices you shiver on the way, and she slips her jacket off without hesitation to cover you. Neither of you have to say anything; one glance from you is enough for her, and she's content knowing you're warm.

The Fallout

From there on out she was always honest with you and actually spoke out when her friends tried to do something stupid

She still remained the charming class clown that she naturally is, just getting rid of the not-so-nice parts of herself

You slowly let her regain your trust, little by little

She did nice things for you on the daily, whether it be holding the door, carrying your books, or offering to buy you some lunch

"Morning, Y/N. Wanna grab some breakfast?" She asks, moving her head to the side towards the café at the center of campus.

"Sure," you smile, laughing when she celebrates.

She invites you to her dance perfomances

When she goes to championships, you're always first on her list of invites

"I want you there." She declares, handing you the flyer.

"You've got it," you decide, knowing there's no where you'd rather be. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

At said championship, she won the highest title and claimed victory for your school

You joined the rest of the team on the stage to celebrate, congratulating the solo dancer on her achievement.

"I'm so proud of you, Lis--"

She suddenly kisses you, clearly high off her win. She pulls back when she realizes what she just did, a worried look on her face.

"Shit, I'm sorry." She looks between your eyes, attempting to gauge your reaction.

"Get your ass back here," you order, feeling butterflies take flight when she eagerly presses her lips to yours again, wrapping her arms around you to spin you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She mumbles against your lips.

You squint, pretending to think about it. "Maybe... or maybe not."

Her subsequent gasp is quickly muffled by your kiss, which she can't seem to get enough of.

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