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Minors DNI

Summary: You've been hired by SM Entertainment to take photos for NCT Dream's Candy album. But when Jisung is having some trouble delivering quality looks for the photos, you have to intervene and help the idol show his true face.

Warnings: !TopReader, !BottomJisung, Protected Sex, Dry Humping, Pet names

Wordcount: 3.2k

Requested from: @acidangel-fromasia

As a photographer in the industry, you’ve had to take many pictures for several people. All shapes, sizes, colors, orientations, it doesn’t matter as long as you get to hold a camera and make bank while doing it. But when you’re approached by an idol who can’t get over their camera shyness, it’s your job to help them get over it to deliver the best photos possible.

You arrived on the set that you were assigned by your company. Another SM boy group to deal with–they’re always such a handful… A colleague had to deal with almost 20 of them at the same time. Just thinking about it could give you a headache.

“Good Morning, y/n.” Someone walked up to you with coffee in a carrier. 

You looked them up and down before accepting one of the coffees offered to you. “Who are you?” You asked while taking a slow sip of your new iced americano.

The younger man looked nervously at you, “I’m NCT Dream’s Manager, I’ll be working with you–” 

You interrupted his mumbling, “That’s fantastic. It’s a pleasure to work with you and your group.” You were already irritated enough, you hated it more when people acted scared of you. You’re not a bad person or something!?

You went into the back room to put your supplies down and relax for a few moments while your camera crew was getting set up. Three women walked into the room shortly after, whispering to each other.

“Did you hear about the photographer we got this time? The company must hate us or something…” A woman in a green sweater said as she set down her bag and started unpacking makeup onto the table in the room.

“Yeah! I heard this guy is called the Devil’s Photographer. He’s crazy good with a camera, but he’s a nightmare to work with.” The next woman chimed, setting hair styling tools down.

The last of the three women, a very young and fresh face, just started at you through the mirror on the vanity desk. “Um… I don’t think this is nice to say.”

The other two women scoffed. “Well, aren’t you a suck-up? Maybe the lead photographer will give you selfie tips.”

You tried to sink into the seat you had in the corner of the room, wanting to stay out of their gossip. You turned your attention back to your phone with the emails explaining the people you’d be working with today.

“NCT DREAM (엔씨티 DREAM) is the 3rd sub-unit of the boy group NCT. The sub-unit consists of 7 members: Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Chenle, Jaemin and Jisung…” The email continued to explain their physical attributes as well as including prior photos of them so you could recognize them and begin analyzing their faces for good angles. One of them caught your eye, but not exactly for good reasons… He just looked so awkward in some of these photos, like he was scared of the lens. You hoped this kid was just having an off day and would behave so you could go home sooner than planned.

The set was made to the client company’s preferences you briefed your team about the theme and intention of the photo shoot. You heard the main doors to the studio open and turned to see seven handsome men walking into the studio, politely greeting the staff as they passed by and some flashing a smile. You followed them to the back room where their outfits, hair, and makeup stylists had finished getting prepared. When you stepped in, the room fell silent and everyone stared at you. You sipped your drink and cleared your throat. 

“Hello, boys. I’m y/n, I’ll be your lead photographer today. I’ve been told what’s the intention of the photo shoot, but I would also appreciate your feedback when taking shots to make these better. Let’s work together on this.” 

They were all very polite as they did their introduction, one at a time, to you. You took the time to start thinking about shots and how to capture their charms. Jeno and Jaemin seemed to stand out because of their muscular frames. Renjun and Chenle were both cute and refreshing, sort of like children. Haechan and Mark presented a level of professionalism, but also some mischief too. The last was the youngest, Jisung, who shyly shook your hand loosely which made your barely trying handshake look like a death grip in comparison. 

“I’ll leave you to get dressed, please come right out and we’ll get started.” You announced.

The boys cheered and agreed in their way before they sat down in their seats, waiting for their turn in the styling chairs. After twenty minutes, they emerged from the dressing room and started to get to work. 

As the lead photographer, you didn’t have to hold the camera and you focused mostly on telling the other photographers on your team what you wanted from them. And everything was going super smoothly. There were duo pictures, group pictures, a tri pictures, but the issues started when the solo photos began.

The other 6 were fine, but the youngest seemed to have trouble keeping his composure in front of the camera. Every photo the junior photographer took was just… off. You couldn’t verbalize it for them to see, but you could see that Jisung wasn’t comfortable in front of the camera. The other members tried to cheer him on, in an attempt to make him feel confident. But it was only making more noise on your set, irritating you further.

“Okay, hand over the camera. I’ll take his photos.” You stood from your chair and walked over to the scene. The rest of your staff stood a fair distance away from you but wanted to watch you work. Most of your staff are students in college doing an internship, so they want to learn from the best, but you hate it when people hover over you while you work.

Jisung was seated on the floor next to a bed, and large gift boxes, wearing warm and cozy clothes. You could tell he was intimidated by you, everyone always made the same face, an awkward smile and barely being able to look at you for longer than a second.

“Jisung, right?” You spoke to him, attempting to be kind.

He nodded.

“You’re the last person for photos today, let’s not drag this out. Once we’re done, then you can go home. Otherwise, it's overtime for the both of us.” Your throat got dry at the mention of overtime…

“Sorry. I’m just a little…” His voice trailed off.

You pointed the camera at his face. “A little what? Camera shy? Aren’t you a pro idol by now?”

He plastered a fake smile on. “Y-Yes, I am. It just–”

You groaned seeing his expression. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take the picture. “Jisung, please tell me what’s wrong. If there’s anything I can do to make it easier for the both of us to get through this, I’ll make it happen.”

Jisung’s face turned pink, starting from his ears and traveling to his cheeks. “I-I think you’re very handsome.”

“So I’m the distraction?” You sounded more irritated than you meant, but how could this guy say something like that? You stood up and called one of your staff to continue working on pictures. “He’s not leaving until I review all his pictures. I don’t care if I have to stay all night with him.” You stormed off into the dressing room, to avoid being a “distraction” to the idol. Taking a seat on the couch, you waited for your crew to call you back in to review the photos. But time went by… ten minutes, twenty, thirty, then an hour passed.

You opened your eyes. The room was dark, but you could tell you were still in the dressing room. You stood up, dizzy from your nap, and the motion sensor turned the lights back on. Taking a moment to get used to the light again, you slowly realized the dressing room was clean. All the supplies from the stylists were gone. And not a soul in sight…

“Those bastards left me here…” You muttered.

You walked out of the dressing room to see the set with the lights still on. Your crew was gone except for one of your interns. He looked stressed going through the photos.

“Hey! What’s the idea of leaving me in there?” You shouted.

The intern almost jumped out of his skin. “S-Sir! I didn’t know you were awake yet.” The intern looked nervously between you and the monitor. “I… haven’t gotten any decent photos yet.”

You pinched your nose as you shuffled through the photos. They somehow got even worse after you’d left.

“Jisung is still here if you’d like to take another crack at it…” The intern pointed into the set, and you saw Jisung lying on the bed. Asleep.

You looked at the young college student. “Go ahead and get out of here. Go study or drink, or whatever you do at this hour.”

The intern didn’t hesitate to bolt for the door as you made your way into the set house. Jisung was sleeping soundly on the bed, softly snoring. 

“Jisung.” You called.

He rolled over, turning away from you.

You moved closer and sat on one side of the bed. You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook him. “Jisung, please wake up. We need to finish work.”

Jisung rolled into you, putting some of his weight on you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you into him.

“Jisung…” You whispered it this time, almost feeling bad for him. He looked genuinely comfortable in that moment. You looked around and saw your camera on top of the gift box nearby, but you’d have to reach for it. 

You leaned forward, away from the bed, trying to grab the strap on the camera. Jisung’s body slowly slid with you, which made him squeeze you tighter and groan in protest. You reached again, but only an inch separated you from the edge of the camera. Jisung’s body slid further. You had to use one hand to hold him up and the other to reach for the camera. You made one more desperate attempt to reach for it with a lunge. You managed to grab the camera but you slipped off the bed with Jisung tumbling after you. You held his head as the two of you fell. When you landed, you managed to cushion his landing and somehow he didn’t wake up. You laid him on the floor completely, moving one leg at a time, and positioned him. Just as you pointed your camera at him, he rolled over to face you and his eyes peeked open just as the shutter clicked.

“Y-Y/n, what’s going on?!” Jisung tried shifting but realized he couldn’t in his position. “Why are you over me like this?” 

You didn’t consider how you were sitting until you thought about his question. You’d positioned Jisung on his back with one of his hands above his head and you were hovering over his waist, Jisung’s other hand was gripping your shirt and he wouldn’t let go while you’d moved him earlier. 

You attempted to explain yourself, “Before you get any weird thoughts–” Jisung squirmed under you and you slipped, landing firmly on his pelvis. His hands reacted and jumped to your waist to catch you. You heard a soft moan escape his lips when you landed on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, hands glued to your waist.

“I’m… fine.” 

Jisung was turning more red by the second. “This is kinda weird, huh? I really didn’t mean to offend you earlier by the way. I didn’t mean that you’re handsome–well I did mean that, but I didn’t mean that you being handsome was a distraction or anything!” Jisung was nervous and stumbling through his words, speaking too fast for his tongue to handle. 

You moved to get up. “It’s whatever.”

Jisung pulled you back down to his pelvis. “It’s not whatever! I really mean it! You’re so handsome, it was a little hard for me to focus on the camera… Knowing you’re watching me.” 

You felt how sincere he was between your thighs. You gently pushed your legs together, getting another high-pitched moan from him. He covered his mouth like a child getting caught swearing. “Are you enjoying me sitting here?”

Jisung looked like he was going to explode. “Would you hate me if I said yes?”

You shook your head. “I think I found a way to get your photo just right.”

Jisung looked up at you, with big eyes. “O-Okay…”

You moved a hand down his chest, slowly and sensually. “If you can focus on me, and take these good pictures. I’ll give you a special treat. How’s that?” You winked as you reached and squeezed hard on his cock in his pants, earning a louder moan from him.

Jisung shuddered under your touch, his legs quivering and bucking into you in agreement. “Y-Yes. I can do that!”

Jisung let you climb off of him, and you made it as sexy as possible. “Now, with each good photo you give me, I’ll lose a button. If I run out of buttons, you win and can have your prize. Every time I have to scold you, I put on a button. If all of my buttons are on, then no prize and we go home.” You unbuttoned the first two buttons on your shirt.

Jisung watched you in awe. You point him into his first pose, his facial expression is perfect! You took off a button, and Jisung’s eyes grew wider as he got to see more of you.

“Oh, what a good boy! Taking such good pictures for me.” You cooed.

He started fanning himself and looking around the room, trying not to start overheating from looking at you. You took 5 more perfect shorts and your button-up was completely open, and falling off your shoulders. 

Jisung got closer to you. “Did I pass? Do I get my treat?” His eyes were full of desire as he imagined licking you all over your torso. 

You pushed him gently. “Nope, I still have one more button.” You pointed to the button on your pants.

Jisung’s eyes opened wide. “T-That one too!?” 

You nodded. “Final button. Make it perfect for me, good boy.”

You took Jisung’s last photo, his eyes were looking at the camera but he was focused on your body behind it. Bending and moving beautifully to make sure you get the perfect shot, just for him…

“All done now, pretty boy.” You put your camera down. You walked past Jisung, and he followed you, as you went to the bed on the set. You patted the bed. “Come here.” 

Jisung almost launched himself at the bed to get to you. 

You crawled onto the bed and sat on your knees, exposing the last button. “Why don’t you do it?” 

Jisung’s hands shot to your waist as he fiddled with your pants. You took the knit hat off his head and slid his jacket off him. You heard the button pop off your pants and hit the floor. You look down at Jisung who looks back at you. 

“I’m so sorry, I was so excited that it just… came off.” Jisung apologized.

You sucked your teeth. “Now, I gotta get you back for that.”

You pushed Jisung onto his back on the bed and positioned yourself between his legs. You leaned over him and brought your face to his. Jisung’s hands slid down your sides and stopped at your ass. Slowly move your lips onto his, making sure he is okay with it. Jisung met you halfway and pushed his lips into yours, slipping in his tongue not long after. His hands explored, one going to your neck to hold you into his kiss and the other felt your chest as he grinded himself into you. He moaned into your mouth at the friction when you pushed your dick against his, the fabric rubbing just right.

You knew better than to just fuck him there on the set in clothes that aren’t his and mess up the set that’s not yours, but he was too cute not to do something. You rutted against him, pressing your bodies together. Even lifting Jisung’s legs onto your shoulders and pressing into him more. 

Jisung pulled away from you. “Take your pants off,” he commanded. 

You looked at him, taken aback by his order. “Are you sure?”

Jisung nodded furiously, “I have… stuff with me we can use.” He climbed out from under you and ran to the dressing room, returning with a white bottle. 

“Why–”

“It’s for emergencies,” he explained.

You chuckled as the both of you took off your clothes. Jisung looked embarrassed being naked in front of you, but you kissed him to make him feel comfortable. 

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We could get in trouble for this…” You told him. 

Jisung kissed you.

“Greedy boy,” You smiled and took him onto the bed again.

You moved to grab the bottle but Jisung dutifully took it and poured clear liquid onto his fingers. He pushed his fingers in and out of himself at a pace that made you moan softly as you stroked yourself, his fingers only half in, stretching himself for what was to come. He used his other hand to give you a condom.

You put it on and lubed it generously. You could tell your length wasn't a good comparison to his fingers, it was much bigger. You pushed into him, softly and watched his expression for anything concerning. But all Jisung could do was moan for you, with every inch. 

“You sound so sexy for me, baby," you whispered, "You take my cock so well."

He bucked back into you, an adorable whine leaving his lips as you continued to praise him, his head dipping down at how overwhelmed he was feeling, gripping the sheets for dear life. “H-hmm! Y/n, I'm– Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!"

You stopped moving, “now that’s too soon. Just a little more, for me?” You kissed his shoulders and up his neck. 

Whimpers, moans, grunts, and skin-slapping echoed in the studio. No one else to hear how sweet Jisung’s voice was but you. Your orgasm was so close and so was his, from the way he squeeze your cock.

Jisung cried for you, "A-Ah! Y/n, please–"

"Hm, alright, baby. Come for me." 

And it was what he needed to make a mess all over the covers of the bed, spots of white painting the sheets. He felt your hot cum through the latex, his groans also confirming the feeling. After making sure to milk both your orgasms with a few more thrusts, you pulled out carefully.

Jisung looked at you, breathing heavily, “Was… Was I good?"

You stifled a small laugh and kissed him. You slipped off the condom and hugged Jisung. “You did amazing, my pretty boy.”

Jisung called. “Y/n?”

You hummed in response to Jisung calling you.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

You kissed his cheek. “As long as you’ll be only my model in the future. Honestly, I think this would be an amazing picture. Truly art, possibly my best work…”

eddie xfem cheerleader

he was your bff since your freshman year and ever since theyve liked each other , her senior year and his 3rd try she tries out for the team and she makes it and shes the best , so she starts getting attention from other guys but the only guy she wants attention from is eddie , he starts pulling away and she doesn’t know why until she walks in on him practicing how to apologize to her and ask her out & then she confesses and everything

I love a good cheerleader reader :) not proofread

Y/N met Eddie Munson her first year in high school. She was big eyed and lost in the huge halls. Eddie had a thing for wanting to protect lost sheep that wandered through the halls. She was also beautiful but looked scared. He made sure to introduce himself before others did it for him. She smiled gratefully as he showed her around the school. Eyes staring at his cute cow eyes, curly hair that rested on his shoulders, a small smile always on his lips. He somehow even had perfect teeth. It was like he was hand picked as a favorite in God's world. He walked confidently, chains swaying behind him, and a bandana in his back pocket. Yep she definitely had a crush on this guy.

She never knew that he did too. She had no idea that Eddie was smitten the second she opened her mouth. The first time she said his name he felt like he melted into his sneakers. It rolled off her tongue so soft and delicately. But he never knew she liked him too.

Y/N always wanted to try out for the cheerleading team but all three years of highschool she was too busy to fit it in her schedule. But her senior year, she figured why the hell not.

She definitely didn't expect to make the team with flying colors. She apparently was better than she thought. Chrissy practically squealed excitedly as Y/N tried out. Chrissy took her under her wing, easily forcing her to be an assistant captain.

The hellfire boys were shocked. Their little Y/N was one of the popular ones. She was a cheerleader, and a damn good one. Eddie noticed how gorgeous she looked in the cheerleading outfit. Cute bows in her hair and her own sports jacket covering her arms, no longer needed his. But Eddie and hellfire weren't the only ones who noticed, every damn boy in the school head would turn when she walked by. Eyes following down her ass to her legs that seemed to go on for miles. Eddie hated the new attention she got. He noticed her from the start and now all the jocks want to jump on board? That wasn't fair and what else wasn't fair, was that they all had a better chance than he did.

Or so he thought. But as every week passed, she'd turn down every guy that asked her out. A polite smile and blush on her cheeks as she said no. She somehow made getting turned down even gentle. If she didn't want them, then why would she even want Eddie?

She got busier with cheerleading but always made sure she spent her free time with Eddie. She didn't want to be near anyone else. She secretly hoped maybe he'd see her differently like the rest of the school did....and he did see her differently just not the way she wanted. Because now, he's distant. He lies and says he's busy when she knows he isn't. She'll invite him to parties but he never comes. She stands against the wall patiently and hoping he'd change his mind and show up. But he never did. She understood Eddie didn't like parties or the popular kids, so she offered every Friday after her games and his campaigns they would go to a diner and eat. Just the two of them. No jocks or hellfire. Her heart broke when he said he wasn't interested. That she should spend the night with her team. She smiled bitterly at him, and walked away in silence. She gave up. All she wanted was to be something more than his best friend that he took care of. She didn't want to be a lost sheep. So she made her name known and now he doesn't bother to like the new her. Maybe the cheerleading thing was a mistake, but now she at least had friends that would say yes to a quiet dinner at the diner down the road.

She sat across from Jason, sinking her fries as deep into her chocolate milkshake as she could. Chrissy sat to his left, giggling under his arm. She watched the couple smile and kiss. Why couldn't she have that?

"are you still upset over Eddie?" Jason asked, he felt bad for the girl across from him. All she did was talk about Eddie Munson. So much Jason even began to like him. He stopped picking on him months ago. Jason liked Y/N and she liked how real her friendship was with Chrissy. She took care of his girlfriend so he felt like he owed her, leaving Eddie alone. Eddie still tried to pick fights but he never pushed further. Just simply walking away.

"no I'm fine" she lied, smiling as big as she could. If he didn't want to spend time with her she'd do it with the people that wanted to hangout with her.

"we know you are lying" Chrissy said softly. She also felt bad for the girl. It was painfully obvious how in love she was with her best friend. The way her eyes followed him like a puppy. Always smiling at him, wanting his approval. The way she'd blush when he showed up to her games, whenever hellfire didn't overlap. But it was also obvious how just as in love Eddie Munson was with her, so she wasn't quite sure why he was so distant with her.

Jason's eyes caught the sight of the man of the hour behind her shoulder. Watching as his eyes searched the booths and landing right on them. Her back was turned to him but he could easily tell Eddie knew it was her.

"heads up" Jason nodded behind her. Y/N quickly turned her head to see Eddie walking towards the table. Head looking at his feet and hands in his pockets.

Eddie had this all planned. He was going to walk up and be a man. He will apologize for his idiot actions, tell her the truth and pray he doesn't scare off the only girl that made him feel worthy.

"Eddie?" The second he heard her voice, he looked up. Looking into her eyes as she looked at him confused. He went to open his mouth, and nothing came out. She just kept staring at him, waiting for something. He panicked, he ran right back out the door. The bell rang harshly as he shoved the door open fast. Practically walking as fast as he could to his van.

Y/N looked at the empty space he was just in. Even more confused than ever but very worried. She quickly got up and followed his direction. She found him pacing in front of his van. Muttering something to himself. As she got closer she could hear small bits of it

"okay I'm sorry.....I've been an idiot and not sure what to even say. I like you...well you already know that but like more than a friend. No that's stupid. Look Y/N I adore the hell out of you and had a crush on you since your freshmen year. I've been too chicken to make any sort of move. And now half the school wants you and I'm terrified But if I didn't fuck up too bad, I'd love to take you out on a date? Is that good? Fuck where's Dustin when you need him"

"I think you did just fine without dusty" she spoke. Watching as Eddie jumped out of his skin and turned around fast. A hand on his chest and a panicked look in his eyes.

She smiled at his nervous smile and blushed cheeks

"you heard all of that didn't you?" He groaned. Hands coming up to pull his hair in front of his face. He was definitely dying of embarrassment now.

"yes but at least now you don't have to say it again" she shrugged. Trying to make him less embarrassed. He still refused to come out of his hair.

She laughed at his shyness and grabbed his hands, removing them from his face. Pushing his hair behind his ears so she could see his face clearly.

"I'm sorry" he sighed.

"I know but I guess I understand now. I wish you would have talked to me about it. I've liked you since freshmen year, you idiot" she punched his shoulder

The blush on his face got deeper. He felt like his heart ran three miles and jumped back into his frozen body.

"yes" she whispered as she hooked her arms around his neck

"yes?" He was confused. Did he even speak again? Did he ask a question?

"yes I'd love to go on a date with you" she smiled, pecking the nip of his nose with her lips softly.

Eddie probably should have waited for the first date to kiss her but he didn't want to. One arm sneaking underneath her jacket and bringing her closer.

He leaned down and kissed her, signing in relief when she kissed back without hesitation.

"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH MUNSON!" Eddie pulled away to see Jason standing at the front door. A smirk and thumbs up.

Eddie flipped him off. Smiling as his girl laughed into his chest.

It may have taken him four years but he did it.

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So I have been saving this idea in my brain for a while till you open again requests. But I was thinking about Sub prince steven grant who is the 3rd of the moon triplets(had to think of something hope this makes sense)who is getting a arrange marriage to Dom prince of the sun. They meet to hopefully get to know each better in secret before the wedding and get along. On one of their meet up they get really close and kiss but reader asks for more. Steven hesitates but says yes and leads to Steven making out with reader while sitting on his lap and grinding on him. But since today secret meeting place is readers kingdom library they have to keep it quiet but reader has already decided he wants to marry Steven for love and not for their kingdoms and so he makes him cum many times in the library while whispers in Steven ear that he cant wait for their wedding day and steven is trying so hard to keep quiet but just can't because of reader.( if you like this idea I have many more for sub prince steven if you like to hear them. Idk maybe like a mini series but only if you are okay with that)-50%🐻‍❄️

I would love to hear more! I would also love to make a mini series as well too! Thank you so much I love this idea! 🐻‍❄

Warnings! SMUT, Royal AU, semi public, overstimulation, fingering, handjob, loud Steven, floor sex, prince Steven and Y/n. Arrange marriage.

SUB PRINCE STEVEN GRANT X DOM PRINCE MALE READER

“Prince L/n and King L/n have arrived!” A servant stood by the door inside the meeting room while the three royal triplets stayed in their seats while the queen nodded dismissing the servant. 

“Well Steven, aren't you excited?” The queen asked, looking at her youngest son. Before Steven could answer his older brother Marc buts in. 

“I don’t know why he has to get married, especially to the prince of the sun! Weren't we at war for years and now this.” Marc exclaims, rolling his eyes before adding “How come Jake didn’t have to have a marriage arrangement unlike me and Steven.” 

The middle child Jake only laughs and mocks Marc. As the two argue and bicker, Steven is in deep thoughts wondering how the prince would treat him or what he's like. Steven only saw the prince once when they were children. Steven doubts that Y/n still had the same baby face and small frame.

As Steven day dreamed he doesn't notice royal guards opening the large doors welcoming people inside.

"King L/n and prince Y/n! Welcome!" The queen greets, bowing her head a little.

Steven looks to his side looking at the king and prince with shock. Y/n seemed to grow up and mature. Y/n grew up and looked to fit the role as king unlike Steven.

Everyone in the room were polar opposites. The moon kingdom wore dark shades of different colors like black, grey, blue and purple while the sun kingdom wore different bright shades.

As king L/n stat at the end of the table chair his son sat in the middle across from Steven.

"Let's make this quick. I hate all the darkness in this palace." The king says before adding."I'm hoping that both boys know the important situation. " The king announces eyeing down his son's new bride.

"Yes all my sons know the importance of this. But I hope that you will control your hot-headed temper during this." The queen responds back with a sassy tone.

The king only rolled his eyes and crossed his arms grumbling something under his breath while the queen took control and started to talk about the benefits of the marriage.

"I hope that the boy knows that my son won't lay with him. The marriage would only be for professional reasons." The king says side eyeing Steven.

As the king and queen from the two kingdoms spoke about the arrangement the son prince kicks his leg forward hitting Steven's leg.

Steven's eyes look away from his mothers and to Y/n's. Y/n only shakes his head "no" showing Steven his disagreement with the last statement.

Y/n gives Steven a wink before looking away focusing back on the meeting.

TIMESKIP

It was only a few days later Steven was inside his chambers reading a book until he saw a shadow in the window in the corner of his eye.

Steven's first thought was to get the guards as he stood up his chair fast facing the widow. Steven watches as the window opens and watches a foot comes out.

As the figure steps inside Steven stays close to his door.

Finally once the figure was fully inside the candle light inside the room lighted up the figures face and body revealing who they are.

"P-prince L/n! What on earth!" Steven blurts out watching the prince only smirk in response.

"My father was right about one thing during the meeting. This place sure is dark." Y/n says ignoring the question before adding "And please just say Y/n theres no reason as to why my future husband uses my last name."

A light blush appears on Steven's cheek to be referred as a husband.

"I'm here to know you better. I bet we both don't want to marry a stranger now Steven." Y/n answers the question before walking closer to Steven.

"But I am here with a question to ask." Y/n says standing close in front of Steven making the man blush even more. "Well what is it?" Steven responds back.

"Would you like to meet up in secret? Until our wedding happens we should keep in touch and get to know each other. Because I just can't keep climbing this damn castle tower." Y/n says playfully before looking deeply inside Stevens eyes.

"Where would you like to meet next and when?" Steven asks looking at Y/n carefully.

"Outside your kingdom there's a forest that I would love to explore with you. Theres not a lot of forest by my kingdom since the temperatures we have." Y/n says.

"A-aren't you just asking me out on a date?" Steven stutters out watching a bright smirk form on Y/n's face.

"Yes. I'm asking you prince Grant, Would you go on a date around the forest tomorrow." Y/n says a bit more properly.

"Uhm-- yeah! T-that sounds nice." Steven blurts out nodding his head as well.

"Perfect then! Now I have to go. Bye Steven see you tomorrow." Y/ says ruffling Steven's hair a bit before leaving from the same way he came.

Steven rushed to the window looking outside of it making sure Y/n's ;eaves safely.

TIMESKIP

Y/n and Steven sneaked around the sun kingdom. Hiding when they saw guards or different royal servants. Weeks had gone by with their secret meet ups this time Steven decided to come over to Y/n's kingdom.

"Y/n! I-I think they saw us! We should leave before we get caught! Y/nnn please listen were gonna get caugh---" Steven ramble gets cut off by Y/n's hand.

"Shhh! Hush Steven... We won't get caught." Y/n says covering Steven's mouth stopping him from keep rambling about being scared of being caught.

Y/n lets go of Steven's mouth and takes his hand leading him into the library.

Steven looks around the library in shock. The library was huge compared to Steven's own in his room. Inside the library besides rare books it had trophies from battles. What really caught Steven's eye was the stand of different decorated swords with paintings of the kings above them.

Steven was caught in a trance staring at the empty sword case and empty painting frame which Y/n saw and decided to speak up about it.

"That one is saved for me once I become king and die. It's a tradition my kingdom has had for years. It brings my kingdom luck from each king watching over us."

Y/n says before dragging Steven away and to a far place in the library. Once Y/n found one of his favorite places he let go of Steven's hand and laid down in the pile of blankets and pillows.

The spot had many blankets and pillows which made it soft and comfortable to lay on.

Y/n took off his shoes and laid down in the middle waiting for Steven. Steven does the same taking off his shoes and lays down with Y/n beside him.

Once the two were comfortable they talked and talked with one of another getting more and more comfortable with the other. They talked about their royal life and then their more private life.

They even spoke their thoughts about how they actual felt about the whole marriage.

As they talked and talked they kept getting closer and closer. They looked at each other more longingly looking the other up and down when the other wasn't looking.

Eventually Y/n sat up with Steven doing the same as they stared at each other. Slowly enough Y/n raised his pinky to graze Steven. Steven's eyes nervously look at Y/n's hand watching Y/n grab onto his hand.

Y/n leans in moving his face closer to Steven. Steven wanted to move in as well, but his head felt parallelized. Steven swallows the lump in his throat before moving in. The two princes foreheads were against each other.

With one last deep breath Y/n moves in first closing the distance between them kissing Steven on the lips.

Steven quickly melts into the kiss, closing his eyes as lets Y/n kiss him. Y/n pulls away looking at Steven carefully.

"More... I want more please." Y/n asks looking at Steven like a lost puppy. "I- uhm..." Steven hesitates as he moves his head back away from Y/n. Steven heart aches seeing a small frown grow on Y/n's face.

"Okay! Yes- i'll give you more." Steven breathes out watching a smirk form on Y/n's face. Y/n wastes no time pulling Steven hand back towards him kissing him deeply.

Steven kisses Y/n back with the same passion moving closer to Y/n. Y/n's hands move towards both sides of Steven's waist holding him tight. As they swap kisses back and forth Y/n licks Steven's lips signalling him to open his mouth. Nervously Steven opens his mouth letting out a quiet moan as Y/n's tongue moves inside his mouth.

Steven crawls into Y/n's lap not breaking the kiss as he does it. Steven is on Y/n's lap holding onto his shoulders as they make out. Steven begins to move his ass down on Y/n grinding onto him.

Y/n holds Steven's waist holding him down as he grinds back onto him. Steven lets go of Y/n's shoulders and moves his hands to Y/n's face cupping his cheeks as they makeout. One of Y/n hands let go of Steven's waist and moves it onto Steven's bulge palming his cock through his pants.

Steven quietly moans inside Y/n's mouth as Y/n touches him. Y/n pulls away from the makeout with a string of saliva following. Steven's mouth hung open with his tongue out panting.

Y/n's hand moves inside Steven's pants rubbing Steven's hard cock through his underwear. Steven's cock was already hard and throbbing as he grinds his cock into Y/n's hand. Y/n pulls both his hands away and takes Steven's shirt and pants off for him leaving Steven in his underwear.

Y/n pushes the clothes to the side as he lays Steven down on the blankets. Y/n hovers over Steven taking off his shirt and pants. Steven looks up at Y/n with lust in his eyes. Y/n moves back down kissing Steven's exposed body. As Y/n's lips kiss and nibble on Steven's body moans escapes from Steven lips.

"Shhh~ We have to keep quiet remember." Y/n says in a hushed whisper as he moves his hands down across Steven's body. Once Y/n's hands find the band of Steven's underwear they slowly pull it down letting Steven's hard cock spring free.

Y/n pulls the underwear fully off throwing it where the other clothes are. Y/n spreads Steven's legs open and dives his hand in between them grabbing onto his hard cock.

Y/n's hand began to lazily jerk off Steven's cock using his thumb to rub the tip. Y/n's hand moves up and down at a slow pace mostly teasing Steven's cock.

Steven's cock twitched inside Y/n's hand already about to cum. Y/n began to jerk off Steven faster twisting his wrist and tugging on it. Steven's cock ached and twitched as Steven bit onto his lip trying to contain his moans. Y/n stops moving his hand and wrap his hand from Steven's cock before using his pointer finger to trace around his cock.

"Can you cum from me? I want you to cum early for me baby." Y/n asks circling his finger around the tip.

Steven uses one of his free hands to cover his mouth as he feels the knot in his stomach tighten.

Y/n plays around with Steven's cock for a while before wrapping his hand around it again jerking it off again. Steven begins to moan and whimper into his hand like crazy, with a few more moans Steven shoots his load all over Y/n's hand painting them white. Steven's body began to tremble as he cums hard. Once Steven was out of his high Y/n let go of Steven's cock and holds Steven's legs open.

With using his cum covered hand as lube Y/n uses one of his fingers to prep Steven. Y/n's finger circled around Steven's hole teasing him for a while before pushing it inside. He moved the finger inside Steven slowly thrusting it in and out.

Y/n finger curled and moved inside Steven as he moved it in and out. Steven weakly moaned and whined out feeling his now sensitive cock grow hard again. Once Steven was loosened up enough Y/n added another finger and began scissoring him. Steven's walls tightened around Y/n's fingers as he grinded his hips down onto them.

Y/n took the opportunity to lean in and whisper into Steven's ear. "I can't wait for our wedding day."To which Steven nodded his head in agreement.

Y/n's fingers began to push further and further grazing Steven's prostate in the progress. Steven let out a loud moan which caused Y/n to use his free hand to cover Steven's mouth.

"Shhh! I'm starting to think you just want us to get caught." Y/n teases before fucking Steven faster with his fingers hitting his prostate repeatedly.

Steven's eyes began to water as he moaned and cried into Y/n's hand as his cock twitches again signaling that hes gonna cum again.

Y/n fingers abused Steve's prostate more and more causing Steven to shoot his load all over himself. As Steven was cumming Y/n kept scissoring Steven spreading him open.

Once Steven calmed down Y/n pulled his fingers out his fingers and took off his own boxers putting them where the rest of the clothes were. Steven stared at Y/n's cock before letting out a yelp.

Y/n laid Steven down on his stomach while his ass was in the air. Y/n held Steven's waist in the air as he lined up his cock to Steven's hole. Steven had his face pressed up against the pillow as he tried to catch his breath.

Slowly Y/n pushed the tip inside Steven causing him to let out a loud moan. Y/n thrust the tip in and out only fucking Steven with the tip so he can get used to it. Steven held onto the blankets for dear life as he rocked his body against Y/n's.

Stevens walls tightened around Y/n's cock as Y/n thrusted deeper inside Steven giving him more and more of his cock.

Once Y/n's cock was inside Steven halfway Y/n thrusted his entire dick inside Steven causing him to shout and moan in pleasure.

Y/n's hips snapped back and forth at a fast pace gripping onto Steven's waist no doubt leaving a mark later. Y/n's cock split Steven in half. Steven's moans were uncontroable.

Rough skin slapping against each other filled the library as the two princes fucked. Steven's cock was more than sensitive at this point. But somehow it was still hard. Y/n's thrust were rough and fast rocking his hips back and forth into Steven's wasting no time at all.

Steven felt Y/n's cock twitched inside him and that made him almost cum at the thought of Y/n cumming inside him.

Y/n's thrust became faster and sloppier feeling his orgasm nearing. Y/n moved Steven's hips up and down matching the same pace as his thrust.

"Steven! Oh fuck i'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Y/n blurted out with a few more thrusts cumming deep inside Steven with Steven shooting his load at the same time. Y/n thrusts slowly become into a stop as he rides out his orgasm inside Steven.

Y/n gently let go of Steven's hips and wrapped his arms around him laying down beside him, but cock still buried deep inside him.

Steven's whole body was wrecked as he weakily laid inside Y/n's arms.

Steven's eyes slowly began to close from exhaustion as Y/n talks to him.

"I don't want to just marry you now Steven." Y/n breathes out catching Steven off guard, but before Steven could ask questions Y/n adds "I want to marry you for love. I just want love from you not anything you can offer me from your kingdom."

Y/n reaches his hand out and turns Steven's head to face his kissing him deeply.

"Just marry me Steven. Not my kingdom. Okay?"

"Okay... Just promise me you'll do the same."

"I promsie."

THE END

three almost kisses and the one time nothing could interrupt

originally published: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, first kiss, slight angst

1

When Illinois proudly announced that the two of you would be attending an auction again, flashbacks from last time hit you like a tsunami. Luckily for you, you were informed of his plans two weeks in advance and not hours in advance like last time, giving you plenty of time to prepare.

The first thing you did was insist that you wear your outfit from last time and he didn't have to buy you a new one. You accidentally found out how much he paid for it, which nearly gave you a heart attack. The only reason you still had it was Illinois's argument that it was a birthday present and you didn't want to be rude. And yes, you even kept the overpriced ring that could possibly be an ancient relic. The second was to find out more information about the auction. This time it was about a deceased collector whose collection is being liquidated so that the family can pay off the mountain of debt that the deceased had left them. It looks like you might even find it this time as the deceased specialized in ancient artifacts and judging by the thumbnails were the kind of artifacts you're after.

The sight of Illinois in a suit was something you could never get used to. It was just wrong. But it gave you the opportunity to tie his bow tie, which in turn gave you an excuse to get close to him. "Let's go over the rules again," you said as you straightened the bow tie. "Why are we going to the auction?" Illinois sighed. "To find potential pieces for my collection." "What don't we do?" "Do not purchase artifacts of unknown and/or questionable origin." "And?" "And don't give my partner any gifts that cost me more than fifty dollars." The fifty dollars was still a compromise. You wanted to go lower than ten bucks, after all he was still your boss and after all he was obligated to pay you and he paid you well above average, which is why you didn't see the point of expensive gifts. But he insisted that there should be at least fifty. He referred to this as a bonus for excellent work performance.

A look out of the window told you that the limousine had already arrived and was now waiting for you. You went to grab your coat, but Illinois grabbed your arm. You looked at him in surprise. “After the auction...would you like to go out for dinner afterward? It doesn't have to be expensive! We can also just make a detour to McDonald's and get something there.” A gentle smile graced your face. Illinois was always so cute when he was shy. This was a side of him that only you got to see. "I'd love to have dinner with you." You stood in absolute silence for a moment, looking at each other before Illinois slowly walked towards you and leaned towards you. You closed your eyes in anticipation but your lips didn't touch. Instead, you were startled by loud impatient horns. "The limo is waiting," you said, heart racing, and grabbed your coat. "Yeah, we should go now," he agreed, running his fingers through his hair.

In the end, the auction was canceled because two idiots broke in and took a large part of the collection. Instead, you spent the night in the parking lot behind a McDonald's watching the stars while sharing a helping of chicken nuggets.

2

You had asked Illinois for a single day at the beach several times in the past. Just to relax. Well, your wish has finally been granted after a long time, but unfortunately not in the way you would like. Yes, you just found yourself on a beach at sunset, but instead of sipping colorful cocktails and enjoying the view, you were stuck on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with a treasure map that made no sense.

"I give up! The map is useless!" you called to your boss who had climbed up one of the palm trees hoping to get a better view of the island. You, on the other hand, had the map in your hand and tried to make sense of the scribble. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you there," Illinois admitted while clambering down the palm tree. "I'm not even sure if we're on the right island anymore." You sit down on the sand and bury your face in your hands. The adventurer sat next to you and fanned the cool air with his hat. "At least we can enjoy the sunset." With a sigh, you looked up and you had to admit that the sunset here was particularly beautiful. At least there was a nice moment you could share with Illinois. "We should take a vacation and just go somewhere that isn't dangerous," you murmur as you rest your head on his shoulder. Illinois said nothing and just silently took your hand and gently squeezed it.

You just sat there and watched the sunset without saying a word. You couldn't remember who turned around first, but suddenly you were looking at each other and your faces got closer and closer. Your lips were only a few millimeters from touching. You were just a head movement away from what you both longed for. At the same time, a cannonball hit the water just meters in front of you, drenching you both in seawater. You looked up in surprise and saw a ship on the horizon.

"Please tell me that's not who I think it is," you moaned in annoyance and frustration. "Captain Magnum," Illinois confirmed. "Maybe we should flee inland before he actually hits us." As if on cue, you saw another cannonball being fired and you ran into the dense jungle hoping to escape the pirate.

3

You ran through the dark maze-like corridors. You've been running for quite a while and you're not exactly sure where you are right now. Everything looks the same and the fear that you've been going in circles the whole time overcomes you. The worst thing about the whole thing, however, was the fact that you didn't even know who you were running from or where exactly you were going. The day started out so harmless.

It was a beautiful summer day and you and Illinois were “on vacation” so to speak. Maybe vacation wasn't the right word. It was much more of a break between adventures because your plane broke down and your flight was delayed by two days. You were in no hurry and instead chose to take this as a sign that you really needed some time off. This included sitting in cute little cafes, drinking coffee and talking about possible new goals. Buy new work boots. Arguing with Illi about why you don't need a 200 euro jacket. In the end you decided to visit an art exhibition.

The exhibition included several different pieces by well-known local artists. You didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop you from marveling at the countless works. Illinois seemed to feel the same way because he would stand in front of a work for a long time complementing both the composition and the technique and all you could do was listen in silence and marvel at how much this man knew about art.

Then it happened. Illinois was laughing. Everything was good. Everything was wonderful. Then he noticed something in the distance. His laughter stopped. His smile vanished. He looked like he had seen a demon. Then everything happened quickly. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the exit, but something forced him to change direction and you ran deeper into the gallery. You couldn't see who or what was doing this to Illinois, but you were sure of one thing. You've never seen him so scared. Eventually he drags you through a door with a staircase leading down. Once you got to the bottom you saw two hallways and Illinois turned to you with a worried look.

"Listen to me. We have to split up! He's most likely after me and I doubt he'll hurt you as long as you stay away from me!" "But-" you tried to protest, but he placed a finger on your lips, silencing you. "No buts! For once, I want you to listen to me and do what I tell you. This is solely for your good.” He removed his finger and instead took your face in his hands. “We will find each other again. I promise it." You wanted to protest again, but the look in his eyes tells you that he won't accept any complaints. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. I trust you." He gave you one final affirmative smile before you walked in different directions.

And so you found yourself in the endless dark labyrinth that sucked every hope out of you with every passing second. Your legs hurt from running and you were exhausted, but you couldn't afford a break. Not unless you knew where the adventurer was. Every step you took felt like you were pulling a heavy load behind you, and a tightness that settled in your chest heralded the onset of a panic attack. It was difficult for you to see in the dimly lit hallways and you felt like it was getting darker with every step. How much time has passed since you broke up?

You turned a corner and instead of finding another endless corridor ahead of you, you ran into what you initially thought was a wall. Only the wall was warm, muscular and difficult to breathe. Two strong hands rested on your shoulders, providing the necessary support that kept you from collapsing like a cheap folding chair on a hot summer afternoon. "Thank God! You're fine!" did you hear the living Adonis statue say You were too exhausted to say anything. Instead, the hands moved away from your shoulders and you were pulled into a tight hug. "I know I have some explaining to do, and I'll do it once we get out of here," Illinois still held you tight, afraid someone would pull you away from him. “I promise you that we will then be a month – no, two months! oh you know what Let's take the rest of the year off and just relax!" The support that the adventurer gave you finally let you relax and catch your breath. Over time, your mind became clearer and the hallway you are in became brighter. You take a deep breath. The familiar smell of leather and linen gave you another piece of security. Your limbs were heavy as lead, but you somehow managed to raise your arm and squeeze Illinois' biceps, after which he released you.

You didn't realize your vision was blurry until you tried to look the adventurer in the face. You feel his warm hands on your cheeks and a light pressure on your forehead. You blink a few times and as your vision cleared you noticed his forehead was pressed against yours. His eyes were closed, his sun-tanned skin was glistening with sweat, and you could smell the faint whiff of coffee on his breath. "I promise nothing will happen to you," he whispered more to himself than to you. “You survived until now. You survived longer than anyone else." He opened his eyes. "You mean too much to me to let him take you away." You stared into each other's eyes for a long time. The corridor was long forgotten. All your senses were taken over by him. The warmth radiating from him. The smell of him clouding your mind like a potent drug. His breath on your face. His eyes that looked straight into your soul. It was like a spell that you couldn't break.

Slowly he closed his eyes again and tilted his head. His lips were only a few millimeters from yours. You inhale his breath and close your eyes. This was the moment. But before you could lean forward and fully surrender to the spell, a door next to you was violently thrown open. You both jumped aside in shock and panic. Was the door here all along? "There you are!" exclaimed Wilford. You both looked at him in horror, but neither of you was able to say or do anything. “You two are extremely late for your interview! Well, come on in!" Wilford grabbed you both by the wrist and yanked you through the door.

You didn't talk about what happened in the corridor. Neither of you could.

+1

It's mid-August. The sky was painted yellow and pink from the setting sun. Illinois kept his promise. Since the Gallery incident, you've stayed away from adventures and settled in a small town. He gave you you room to breath by giving you a small house on the outskirts of town. Under normal circumstances you would insist on getting an apartment, but since the incident you just needed some alone time. Time to think. Time to understand your own feelings. His house wasn't far. A few minutes walk. He gave you a key. You were welcome at any time. And yet you haven't seen each other in two months.

Those two months were the first time you could really think. Overthink. Losing yourself in your own mind. You realized three things: 1. The carpet in your living room was exceptionally soft and perfect for staring at the ceiling for hours. 2. You miss the smell of leather and canvas. 3. Illinois' entire existence was like a siren song and you struggled every day to resist it.

You only now realized that you had been under his spell since the first time you met and every time you tried to leave, you somehow found a way back to him. You had lost your heart and it was now part of his collection. The only thing that stopped him from possessing both your body and your soul was a single kiss.

One kiss and there will be no turning back.

A kiss to seal the deal.

A kiss to become his holy grail.

Every time you opened your front door and looked out, you could see his house. So far and yet so close. There was nothing standing in your way except your own pride and sanity. But today you were weak.

You didn't bother putting on shoes. You looked up at the sky and noticed that the colorful play of colors from before was replaced by dark rain clouds. You felt the first drops on your face and closed your eyes. It didn't take long for the light drizzle to turn into a storm. The rain soaked your clothes and your hair was wet and stuck to your face. This was the perfect weather.

Your legs moved of their own accord, carrying you down the street until you stood in front of his house. Lightning and thunder joined the rain and the wind became more ruthless. But you didn't care. Three steps and you were standing at his door. You take three deep breaths. You knock on the door three times.

You heard the footsteps behind the door. Your heart was racing and you felt the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You heard the door unlock and you held your breath. The door swung open and you took the first step. Illinois didn't have time to react as your arms wrapped around his neck and cold lips pressed against his. He stumbled backwards until his back was pressed against a wall. Only when he realized it was you kissing him did he allow himself to close his eyes and return the kiss. Only when he wrapped his arms around you and felt how wet your clothes were did he force himself to break the kiss. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away. You were surprised at his sudden abruptness, but the sight that greeted you made every bit of anger in you fade away. His otherwise perfect hair hung over his face, his cheeks red, his lips swollen and his eyes dark. You wanted to lunge at him once more and steal another kiss, but his grip was iron, keeping you at arm's length.

“What happened?” he asked, struggling to keep you at a safe distance. “Why are you wet?” “I couldn’t take it anymore,” you replied while breathing heavily. "I need to see you, feel you, you..." “And that’s why you walked through the rain?” He looked you up and down again. “And that barefoot?!” You rolled your eyes. “How dare I walk barefoot in the rain! This is worse than the time I had to jump off a cliff into the sea! Or the time I had to fight a mutant killer bunny!” Now it was Illinois who rolled his eyes.

You felt his grip on your shoulders loosen and you took the opportunity to approach him again. He didn't do anything to stop you and so you wrapped your arms around him again and hid your face in his neck. Strong arms wrapped around your wet form, pushing you closer to him. “I want to be more than your partner,” you whisper into his skin. In response, he kissed you on the temple. “Were you thinking about a spring wedding or would you prefer fall?” You gave him a light kick to the leg. “Not so fast, my dear! We haven’t seen each other for two months and we have to make up for that time first.” “Whatever you want, treasure!”

Possession | Chapter 1

Chapters:  1/5 Fandom:  The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating:  Mature Relationships:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne, Calliope, Mervyn Pumpkinhead Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Domestic Violence, Jealousy, Trauma Responses Tags: Complicated Relationships, General complicated feelings, Dream is an IDIOT, they both have baggage, Past Relationships, Angst, OFC: Dahlia,1st POV Summary: In which Morpheus has a temper, jealousy is a problem, and past relationships never stay in the past. 3rd in the Fragments Series  | Read on AO3 Writing Masterlist Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5  Previous in Series: Touch Starved Next in Series: Interwoven

CHAPTER 1:  Being Clever Never Got Me Very Far

( General warnings for this chapter: sexual content, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse)

Balancing the waking world and the Dreaming remained a challenge and one that Lord Morpheus wasn’t making any easier. Despite his admonishments about the negative impacts of Dream Walking on my everyday life, he had effectively shoved that under the rug now that he had me to himself every night. It was hard to focus on keeping up mundane things like a job and bills and friendships when at night you could travel anywhere and see anything plus had an immortal being driving you nuts in the best possible way. The vibrant colors of the waking world, revitalized by meeting Dream, had started to gray again and I was having to force myself to keep to normal sleeping hours and not waste the day away. The laundry was piling up, dishes needed to be done, and I needed to do something with myself. As much as I wished he would, I rarely saw Morpheus outside of dreams as he was still working on rebuilding his realm and attending to his duties. Occasionally, he would meet me at the café he’d surprised me at so long ago, both when I thought he was going to kill me and after our first time together. I had to get over my awkwardness at being the only one to eat, but he drank coffee and would tell me about the lives of the people that walked passed. He knew their dreams just by looking at them and in turn, knew their lives. My mind wandered to Lucienne’s library, to my small book kept there and its blank pages. Maybe that was part of his fascination with me, that he didn’t know my life. Everything was nice. It wasn’t healthy to be around each other 24/7 afterall and he had a job to do, same as me. Just on vastly different scales. Besides, he had no obligation to see me. We were casual lovers, or fuck buddies as I had deemed us crudely once, something he took offense to but didn’t necessarily argue against. He craved affection even if he didn’t say so with words. My need to be around him was just the newness of it, that constant pull to be next to him and touch him. It was a mutually beneficial relationship that lacked any sort of commitment. Dream of the Endless had seen all there was, had existed longer than most of the stars. It was hard not to be enraptured by that. So I forced myself to be good with what I got. It would fade and I would be able to be more productive, balance things better. I had begun to write again or attempt to, with Lucienne’s encouragement that my work was good. I had a lot of mental and emotional blocks when it came to writing, ones I didn’t want to get into yet, and I was grateful to have support both in the waking world and the Dreaming. More effort was put into my job at the book publisher, taking on more responsibilities in the hope that when I did have something decent I could show them. I even let Anissa, my coworker, take me to after work drinks though I suspect it was mostly an attempt to get me to spill the details on Morpheus or to get me to date one of our coworkers. She had been the one to encourage having some “fun” after my breakup and I was very bad at hiding that I had, in fact, followed that advice. Just not in the way she suspected. Things were okay. They were fine. But it was only a matter of time before our own hang ups would begin to surface. My life, my history, was unknown to him and I was a bit grateful. I’m not sure how I would feel if he knew everything about me and I knew hardly anything from him. It also meant he couldn’t see all the baggage there. We both had it. He had said he had had past relationships, obviously from being eons old, had told me about Killala that first talk while comparing cheating exes. Had bonded over mutual pain and disrespect. But beyond that, the details of our lives remained blank to each other. Stories and nothing more. I should have noticed when I saw maintenance go in and out of my neighbor Janine’s apartment that she had moved out. She had downright started avoiding me at all costs after I caught her in my bed with my then boyfriend, Thomas. The same boyfriend whose dream I then went into and broke one of the rules, smashing everything to bits and causing Morpheus to find me for the first time. I guess I should have thanked her for the introduction if she wasn’t a miserable hag. I’d seen her dreams, seen the countless escapades she had all the while knowing they were attached and she didn’t care. If she had wanted Thomas, she could have him. But now, I was mostly relieved that she was finally gone and I could walk through the hallway of my complex with ease. Coming home after work, my neck ached from stress and I towed off my shoes at the door, dropping my bag to the ground in a heap. Taking on more responsibilities at work meant my brain was mush by the time I made the walk home and it was a lesson in focus to not just daydream the day away. I had the whole weekend ahead though which meant I didn’t have to set an alarm and could stay in the Dreaming however long I wanted. It sounded divine after the stressful week I had. I was finally getting the hang of Dream Walking after a few more actual lessons from Morpheus, though he still loved to distract me. I was even getting better at doing it without using doors, even if my aim wasn’t always accurate and I had to bounce around a few times. If the dreamlord wasn’t with me, I still liked to imagine them because it was easier on my brain. Tonight I was going to explore more of the Dreaming beyond just Morpheus’ chambers and he could come along or mope on his own. A knock sounded at the door just as I was about to change out of my work dress, causing me to pause. No one ever came to visit. The number of friends I had could be counted on one hand, I had no family, and no one I knew made unexpected social calls. Frowning, I padded quietly over to the door and stood on my toes to look through the peephole at whoever was knocking. Maybe maintenance got the wrong door or something. You gotta be fucking kidding me. Thomas stood there, brown hair disheveled and button up shirt wrinkled. Even through the tiny window, he looked pathetic and I was almost certain it was on purpose. He liked to be prim and proper, even outside of work, unless he wanted something. The man had hardly ever had anything bad happen to him so he liked to play at being a victim whenever he could. It was mind boggling now, two months later, that I had stayed with him for over a year. “Then why did you stay with him?” Morpheus’ words bounced back in my head. Because he wasn’t the worst. Because he was interested in me. Because I was dumb and lonely and he made the world colorful at least for a bit. But even looking back now, that color paled in comparison to anything I felt now. I had blocked him from everything after waking up from his dream, the image of the King of Dreams sitting in the corner of an imagined bar after I had smashed everything to bits still fresh. Thomas had tried to reach out, though not very hard, but I ignored him and even when he showed up to my workplace, reception had shooed him away. It wouldn’t have surprised me if his attention had then turned to Janine and now that she was gone, most likely kicking him to the curb, here he was. I chewed on my lip, debating what I should do. Knocks reverberated through the door again, louder this time and I winced. “Dahlia, please, I know you’re in there,” his muffled voice shouted through the wood. I groaned inwardly. Fuck, if Matthew had been keeping an eye on him or me still then he at least could had warned me Thomas was coming. He knocked again and I knew my neighbors were going to get curious if he kept it up. “Dahl, please. Just hear me out!” Thomas shouted, a pathetic edge to his voice. I wanted to slam my head into the door, bemoaning my luck. Bracing myself, I sighed and unlocked the door, opening it only partly and blocking the view into the apartment. “What?” I bit out with pressed lips and annoyance painting my face. The guy looked worse closer up, shirt a mess and eyes a little bloodshot. He also reeked of booze which sent my body on high alert instantly. Anxiety and fear, old and familiar, sank into my bones. “Please,” he repeated, taking a step towards the door, “Can I come inside so we can talk?” “No,” I crossed my arms and leaned against the door jam, teeth clenched. My patience with him was thin and after time apart, my backbone had strengthened again. I had put up with a lot, hadn’t screamed or raged in his face when I had caught him naked in my bed. He was lucky that all I did was smash his dream, which I’m sure he had no recollection of. “Dahl-” “I’m sorry, you don’t get to ask for anything from me,” the growl that left my throat cut him off, eyes slightly wide at the tone, “You can say what you want to say here or I can shut the door in your face and you can leave.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. He had never dealt with this side of me. Most arguments between us I had let slide, not feeling up to putting in the effort and letting him get his way. It was always easier than to fight, a lesson I had learned a long time ago. But it had fueled his ego and he thought me to be small and docile. That part I was willing to claim was my fault, but now- now I had teeth and I wasn’t afraid to bare them. “I’m sorry,” Thomas started, “What I did was selfish and awful and I am an asshole.” “A few months late, but so far not arguing against that,” I commented, glaring. “I miss you, Dahl,” he pressed on and stepped even closer, only a foot away now, “Please, I want us to work-” “No you don’t,” I cut him off. The indignation was plain on my face as I sneered at him, “You made your choice, Thomas. There is no working it out. You fucked another person in my home and are barely putting in the effort to apologize now? You’re not sorry, you just want me to be your safety net because you thought I was a pushover.” That barely concealed anger was in his eyes and he shoved a hand through his shaggy hair, “That’s not true. I love you-” “Oh get the fuck out of here with that bullshit,” I scoffed, finally fed up with wasting my time and hearing the crap pouring out of his mouth, I moved to shut the door. But his foot shot out, blocking the way, and before I could process it he had pushed into the apartment and shut the door behind him. The movement had been fast, calculated, and I cursed myself for even opening the door and not just calling security to kick him out. Even though he smelled of alcohol, his motor functions were still sharp and I should have made sure my guard stayed up. I knew better. Now my heart was hammering and I stepped back, putting space between us as he blocked the door. My mind tried to run through a dozen different scenarios, strategies, paths to either get him out or get away. There was pepper spray in my bag, I could run for it or the bedroom and lock myself in, under the couch was a baseball bat I kept just in case. He was drunk and could never take no for an answer and I should have been more aware. Thomas raised his hands like he was calming a riled horse, placating but voice desperate, “I only want to talk, you won’t let me talk! Please, you need to hear me out.” “I don’t have to do anything, Thomas,” my voice was steady but firm, one foot sliding behind me so I could pivot for the bedroom if I needed to, “You are going to get the fuck out of my apartment. Now.” “Stop, Dahlia, I want you back!” Though he was pleading, his hands clenched and unclenched and annoyance vibrated through him at my continual refusal, “I’m not leaving until you listen.” His eyes were wild and I knew he was on that edge of being reasonable or doing something we both may regret. Men like him didn’t consider consequences because they had never experienced them and that made him dangerous. I felt the slight breeze first before the ripple of power swelled over my skin, blanketing it and wrapping me in its first embrace while blazing through the room in hot fury. I didn’t have to turn to look behind me to know Morpheus was standing there, anger coming off him in waves and presence darkening the doorway. My breath caught in my throat. I had only ever felt his actual anger once, in the nightmare where we finally confronted each other. It had been all encompassing, those black eyes piercing right into my soul and stars bright enough it could burn me away. I watched hesitantly as a bit of fear entered Thomas’ eyes at last and though I knew I shouldn’t, I felt satisfaction at seeing it there. The Dream King entered the room from the bedroom where he definitely had not been a few minutes ago and stepped quietly next to me, hand brushing mine and long black coat grazing my legs from his proximity. Too close to be casual, definitely not after leaving my bedroom, and a clear outward sign of who he was to me. Thomas tried to hold his ground and kept his chin raised but I could see the tension there as he looked back and forth between us and took him in. The brown haired man didn’t stack up, could never compare. Morpheus was a storm at my side, voice quiet but powerful, “You will leave, Thomas McNara. Now.” I resisted the urge to look up at him, could easily feel the building anger he was holding back the longer my ex didn’t do as he commanded. He was dangerous, a volcano ready to devastate, and it was all targeted at one person. But Thomas was never the smartest and was too dumb to know when to back down. Brown eyes swiveling back to me, he scoffed and scrunched up his face incredulously, “Are you serious, Dahl? This is who you got with-” The one step forward the dreamlord took was enough to cut him off, the air growing thin in the room as Dream advanced and snarled, “Keep silent. You have ignored every word she has spoken, disrespected her, and entered her home uninvited. You are pitiful.” Morpheus glared down at him, blue eyes dark as he looked down his nose at the human whose bravado was crumpling by the second. Energy crackled and in that moment, even in the waking world, he looked every bit the ancient, powerful being that he was. Thomas could see it then, that he had drawn the attention of something that was far greater than he could ever imagine and had its ire. “I have seen your dreams, Thomas McNara,” the Lord of Dreams hissed and took another step towards him, “You treat women as toys and want what you cannot have. I assure you, she is not yours to possess and never will be again. Leave now and count yourself lucky I am being merciful for her sake for I could do far, far worse . ” Thomas’ brown eyes almost flicked to mine but he kept himself from looking at me, face pale with fear and sweat sliding down his temple. One step, then two, and he backed away to the apartment door and left, fumbling along the way and tripping out the door into the hallway. The door shut with a loud bang that echoed through the space. The tension didn’t immediately leave now that we were alone. Dream was a bow string pulled too tight, threatening to unleash at any moment. I swallowed hard and reminded my brain that the rage was in my defense and not directed at me. I didn’t have anything to fear from him, but I had never dealt with this kind of anger easily. I blinked and it was someone else standing in his stead, fists clenched tight and eyes drilling holes into my skin as if he could skin me alive with just a look. I blinked again and the image melted away, leaving just the King of Dreams standing with his back to me with his coat so black it looked like the abyss. Taking a few deep breaths, I grounded myself and focused on what was happening now, trying to forget the brief flash of memory. With a few steps, Dream’s coat was within reach and I gently trailed my fingers down his shoulder and arm until cool skin met mine. He didn’t react at first, hands hanging at his side, but I slowly intertwined one hand with his and gave it a squeeze as I rested my cheek against his shoulder blades. In a breath, the tension slowly seeped from him and I hugged him fully from behind, able to breathe easier as his power pulled back into him and the air cleared. “Are you okay?” I asked into his coat, hand in his and the other wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. He was so thin, but lean muscles tensed along his back and under my cheek. He was always the one to wrap himself around me, so the change in stance was new and one I enjoyed. A dark chuckle left him and I could feel the reverberations through his back, “Am I not supposed to ask you that instead?” I hugged him tighter and felt comforted when his free hand caressed my arm gently and he sank into the touch, “I’m okay, I’m safe, nothing happened. I haven’t ever seen him that…crazed, but he was just drunk. Even if you didn’t show up, I could have gotten him out. But thank you for coming to defend my honor, your highness.” I made my tone as light as possible, joking in the hopes he would come down from his anger if he saw that I wasn’t freaking out. I could practically hear the thoughts churning in his mind, replaying the situation over and over again, but at last, he relaxed. Keeping my hand in his, he turned to face me and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. I could see it now, the remnants of whatever Thomas had seen and feared. Though his eyes were still blue, the endless night sky peaked there, fathomless and encompassing and terrifying. His skin had paled to that marble tone he had in the Dreaming, lips pressed in a thin line. He looked like a god, glorious and terrible. My heart raced as I took him in and I found it hard to swallow, knowing that this otherworldly creature held interest in me, had come to make sure I was safe. “She is not yours to possess.” The words echoed through me as I stared at him, a complicated feeling bouncing around. He noticed brow furrowing and a hand coming to rest on my cheek, elegant pianist fingers brushing my bangs from my eyes, “I can recognize when something is troubling you. What is it?” I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to think. Our relationship was…strange. Seeing an anthropomorphic personification came with zero rules unlike every other relationship I’d been in. There was no talking about what we were, boundaries, commitments. Exclusivity. We’d simply gone along with it, letting attraction and desire lead us, but feelings were avoided. Feelings were going to remain avoided, but him coming and stepping in. That had been something. I realized it then that it wasn’t fully rage he had been feeling or that had caused him to bare his teeth at Thomas. It was possessiveness. “You said-” I swallowed, trying not to choke on the words, “you said I wasn’t his to have.” Those blue eyes of his had settled, becoming more human-like, but I could see the flash of want and apprehension there, “Was I wrong?” Despite my trepidation, heat pooled low in my belly at the tone, “I don’t know, you tell me.” He stepped closer, chest pressed against mine and hand trailing down from my cheek to lightly wrap around my neck. My heart beat loudly in my ears and my body was tingling, sensitive to each touch of his skin on mine and shooting lightning down my nerve endings. Possessiveness had always been a double edged sword for me. Too much was toxic, restricting, frightening. Had destroyed me one suspicious look at a time and caused so much pain. But on the other hand, I wanted to be Dream’s. Wanted to know that I had been deemed worthy enough of the Lord of Dreams’ attention and not only that, that he wanted me all to himself. His head lowered, nose skimming along mine and breath mingling there, “While you are your own person, little dreamer, and are free to do as you wish, I will warn you- I do not share.” The words were low and dark and trailed along my skin like the edge of a feather, making me swallow a moan. “I give you this choice now, Dahlia Morrowland, ” Morpheus continued, my name whispered along my lips as he tilted my chin up to meet his eyes under lowered lids, baring the long expanse of my neck, “If you wish to have other lovers, we can end this game now. You are welcome in the Dreaming, in my palace, and I will not fault you. I will not deny you my presence… but if you wish for us to continue, I am afraid I will not be able to help myself. You will be mine and mine alone.” I shivered at the dark promise, breath catching in a way I’m sure he knew. My skin felt tight and hot and all I could focus on was the simple loose wrap of his fingers on my neck like he was branding me. His words rattled through me, setting flame the parts of me I wished for him to touch. I managed to swallow and meet his gaze, the heady want there reflected in my own, “I’m not ending this. And just so you know, I don’t share either. You are mine, dreamlord, if you wish to be.” He smirked, the slightest tilt of his lips, at the declaration before tightening his grip on my neck and pulling me to him, lips crushing. It was his own answer, his own agreement. Yes, yes, he did wish for that. My hand left his and wrapped around his neck as I stood on my toes to reach him, tongue delving into his mouth and moaning into him. His own caressed mine, sucking and teasing while completely devouring me. Dream in the waking world was different than in the Dreaming. He was tangible, real, made of true flesh, tasting of honey and mint, and smelling of early morning rain. And for the first time, he was in my apartment. He was mine. Mine. And I was his and it felt like too much and not enough all at once. The Dream King trailed his hands to my thighs and in a quick move, lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried my weight easily. The hard press of his arousal was against me and I gasped into his mouth as he pushed me against the wall, back jolting at the contact. He deepened the kiss, ravenous and impatient. It was a frenzy of teeth and lips, his mouth leaving mine to kiss his way down my neck as his lips sucked at the pulse there. His teeth bit gently and I moaned, heat shooting through me sharp and sudden. The skin would be dark and apparent tomorrow, I knew that, but something deep and primal was pleased at the mark. Let them see. My fingers ran through his hair, dark and soft, and lightly grazed my long nails along his scalp until he moaned against me to my satisfaction. I had learned that he loved the feel of nails scratching, the sharpness against his skin, and his head was extra sensitive. He rocked against me and I hissed at the feel of him against me, separated my layers of clothing. I unwrapped my legs from his waist and braced myself, hands going to his jeans to get them unbuttoned and off of him. His own hands went to the hem of my dress, squeezing my exposed thighs and finding my drenched underwear. I moaned loudly as he cupped my sex, savoring the arousal wetting the fabric there. Running fingers up and down the thin covering, I gasped and twitched at how sensitive I was already. I was trembling, fingers shaking as I finally got his pants free and pulled the zipper down. We were getting impatient, the real world limitations meaning he couldn’t just magic our clothes away. With a quick jerk, he ripped the panties off easily, dropping the scrap of fabric to the floor as I lowered his jeans and freed his pulsing erection from them. “Excuse you. I liked those,” I growled at him. My hand wrapped around his cock, pleased with the way he jerked into my hand and hissed out a moan under his breath. His skin was the texture of velvet, soft to the touch but hard in my hand, and I savored each delicious stroke and ragged breath that left Morpheus’ mouth. My mind could only focus on the feeling of him and the words mine, mine mine over again. “You can easily acquire more later, though wearing none around me would be preferred,” the dreamlord gritted out, fingers in my hair and clenching my thigh tightly as I moved my hand over him steadily. I smirked, watching his eyes close against my ministrations, thumb rubbing the tip of his erection and sliding the precum there over him, “You going to buy me some with your fake money?” My palm squeezed him and a moan slid from his mouth, raw and wanting. He turned his head and his lips met mine in a frantic rush, tongue warring and fighting for dominance. Impatient, Dream pulled my hand off of him and gripped my thigh, lifting it around his waist and sheathing into me in one fast thrust. There was no foreplay, no slow build. The move was quick and hard, an edge of pain tingeing it at the feeling of him, large and buried to his base suddenly filling me. I was tight around him, each glorious inch filling me completely. The pain faded quickly though it only served to amplify the pleasure, as he pressed me firmly against the wall and fucked me hard. The angle was delectable, hitting the perfect spot inside me every time, and I couldn’t  stop the cries that poured from my lips as he pulled out almost fully then rammed back in. I could only hang on. He still wore his coat and shirt, both of us not even fully unclothed, and my nails dug into the fabric. Feeling the friction of his clothes against my sensitive skin heightened the pleasure while my own skirt was pushed up around my waist. He grunted with each desperate thrust, lips against my throat as he bit and sucked and tasted my skin. The brink of my orgasm was coming fast as I drowned in the rapture and ecstasy, body pulsing and clenching around him. He went harder, faster, pouring all his want and possessiveness into me. Each hard thrust branded my skin with the word mine , each kiss claiming, and each mark on my body a sign that I was with the King of Dreams and would be his alone. It should have scared me, having this type of attention from someone like him. It had scared me with lesser men. I had bucked and thrashed against the possessiveness before, had feared it, but with him I drank it down. Because even as he claimed me, he willingly let me claim him as well, offered himself up to me as equals. And so I wrapped my arms tight around him, rode the waves of my orgasm as it crashed into me and ripped his name from my mouth. Stars exploded behind my eyes, nebulas swarming, and I felt like I was floating in a storm I had no control of. He followed soon, giving a final hard thrust before releasing into me with a groan. His lips still lingered on my skin and sweat clung to both of us, the straps of my dress askew and his collar half upturned from my grabbing. We both looked completely and thoroughly fucked and at that thought, I couldn’t help but laugh. The reaction caused my body to clench around him and he grunted into my skin. Dream’s fingers soothed the skin of my thigh before helping me to lower it from his waist, both of us unable to keep from letting out a small groan as the movement shifted our sensitive bodies. It pleased me that I wasn’t the only one with a worn out body. His gaze met mine with a raised brow, skin now a warmer shade and eyes settled. I just grinned at him, wide and unrestrained, tongue between my teeth, “Hi.” With a quirk of his lips light-heartedly and something like affection gentling his face, he replied softly, “Hello.” I gave him a tender kiss, lips dragging against his and savoring their taste, before pulling back, “I guess we can cross off having sex for the first time in the waking world off the list. Along with wall sex. Very efficient work, your highness, good job.” Caught between amusement and confusion, furrowed his brow quizzically, “A list, little dreamer?” Giving a half-hearted shrug, I smiled up at him, “Less a list, more like ideas.” Morpheus’ eyes darkened and I could almost feel him hardening inside me. I knew then that I was doomed. Because there was nothing the Lord of Dreams liked more than a challenge and he was more than willing to make sure we thoroughly explored all those ideas of mine along with a few of his. The evening was spent in my apartment as he claimed me over and over again, worshiping every part of me and leaving no part of me unmarked. And I did the same in turn. I didn’t know what it meant fully as we didn’t discuss feelings or what being with each other meant, but I was okay with what I did know and what I was given. That would be something to think about later.

anonymous sent . . .

thank you for your in-detail posts about my boi jin kazama and the tekken series in general i really enjoy your blog. yes, i agree the battle pass is bullshit and they should've either included them tekken 7 port outfit at launch or made new costumes for the cast.

anyways, i also hate how some people in the tekken fandom and outsiders thinks jin kazama is "selfish". i mean he is supportive of xiaoyu's dreams in tekken 4 and tekken 8 instead of calling her something like "an annoying foolish idiot for having such pathetic dreams". he also saved hwoarang's ass from the south korean military in hwoarang's tekken 4 ending. jin literally entered the king of iron fist tournament 3 and bothered with martial arts competitive tournaments in the first place because he thought his mother died and wanted to avenge her. hell he also saved lars's ass when he was about to die to kazuya and freed nina from being brainwashed by ogre. anyways like i said, your blog is amazing and i hope you have a wonderful day.

thank you so so much anon and you're welcome!!! the funny thing is, unlike many players, i wasn't even fully against the store when it was initially announced. like... i didn't mind the idea of buying legacy or new outfits they'd develop later into the game's release. i don't completely mind the idea of microtransactions as long as they're fairly priced and were good content for the price. the problem arose when i quickly realized the first 4 items were all ports from the older games. they were $5 per outfit for stuff they didn't even remake from the ground up, but instead we're paying $5 for assets that are outdated and look horrible compared to the graphics in tek8. and then the predatory practices of how you buy these assets. the fact that outfits are supposed to be $4, but the lowest amount of coins you can buy are the 500, so technically outfits are $5. the option to buy coins should be 100 ($1) 200 ($2) and then so on until you reach 2000 ($20) coins. so how they do that, along with the ports, is just super scummy. you should only have to pay for original content, not fuckin' ports (that frankly, sometimes modders port better lol) then the battle pass happened and it's like... really? do we REALLY need a season pass, a store, AND a battle pass? it's just so much. especially when the battle pass mostly had shit that should've been in the game already for free. (the female gi outfit??? even though males had that to begin with. or the eye colors - fuck, eyes should just be recolorable in general. and some hairs which were hairs we already had but ... they have to the option to be dual colored lol, and so on)

it drives me wild that there were so many people claiming jin was "selfish" or that he doesn't care about anyone. when not only did he do all that stuff you've mentioned, but like... i know a lotta ppl forget this, including the game's writers themselves, but the whole reason jin wanted to kill heihachi and kazuya to begin with is because he believed they were evil, and he wanted to save the world from their evil. like jin just wanted to save the world and protect people from the beginning. it's funny that a LOT of ppl would try to claim jin being evil makes sense because he wanted revenge in tek3??? even though the whole revenge thing was Only in his first appearance, and like... there are so many other characters who want revenge, too. ironically, i don't see anyone really calling miguel evil. also, it was said in the 3rd game that ogre was "absorbing souls" (like he did with heihachi) and i thought fighters from previous tournaments were "mysteriously disappearing". in jin's ending, when ogre burst into bright lights, i thought that was supposed to be the souls he took returning to their bodies. whilst i'm not entirely sure if that's true or not, if i am right, it would also mean jin saved many fighters. also in tk5, when jin said he couldn't keep his promise to hwoarang, and hwoarang immediately got angry (jealous????) by asking jin if he found "someone stronger" than him, jin immediately denies this by saying "that's not what i'm saying." if jin didn't care about hwoarang... wouldn't you think he'd insult hwoarang by calling him weak or trying to instigate him? no, instead - jin didn't even deny how strong hwoarang was, he was just simply busy with family drama.

also jin supporting xiao's dreams, supporting hwoarang, wanting to save the world, are evidence that jin isn't an "edgelord" like a lotta ppl like to call him. like the only "evidence" that jin was an "edgelord" is tekken 6 damages, and the fact he wanted to kill himself in tek4. but like... the only reason he wanted to kill himself because he feared devil posed a serious threat to the world and his loved ones. the only time jin acted uncaring was in tekken 6 and the era of tekken 6 (see street fighter x tekken, and the kof crossover) and well, i just think it's unfair to use that game to judge jin's character because goddamn, i KNOW it's jin, but it's not jin if you know what i mean. like if you compare tekken 6 jin to how jin was depicted in previous games (or even in 8), then he's completely unrecognizable - the only thing he really shares with the jin we all know and love is the name and the design lmao. but for some reason, ppl just can't look at the character critically like that.

anyway, my long rant is over with and i hope you are having a wonderful day, too!!! <:-)

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Mini Review - My 20 Pieces of Joystick Grips (July. 1st, 2023)

Today, I’d saving this mini review of 2023 for anyone was unexpected….for in the meantime saving my continuing Nexigo controller review soon. I asked my mother to help purchase with these analog stick grips from Amazon.com. From the first day of July 2023, this is something worth the arrival to try out.

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Here’s myself having this case that holds 20 pieces of analog stick grips. Looks like I’ll be saving some or in case giving to my family if they wanted mine. As of now, they’re in safe condition until unpacking to set with my controller(s).

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I’d opened the case itself and trying to separate 10 white to black grips each. Looks cool that had different colored circled lines. Nice design details so far, but well they fit onto my controllers these sizes? Let’s hope so.

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Previously where I happened to used my other thumb grips that was originally made for Joy-Cons. However, I’m moved on for better ones as I picked with the black variant versions. I made a small comparison from my different grips I’d used on my Xbox One controller not too long ago. I tried to get it fit where I’d showed off from my previous reviews as extras. Link Here

Needless to say, they’re officially replaced. At least for good reasons. While using one of my Nintendo Joy-Con stick grips to my Xbox controller was fine. I even tested out as well, but still too small to fit it tight for a moment. Now I’m moving onto my newer ones after my mom help me through online shopping from last week.

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Not only where I placed new analog stick grips to my Xbox controller, but also with my Nexigo Pro Controller that does fit. Guess its compatible to any controllers as of this example. Nice, huh? 😁👍

Anyways, here’s the result for either which controllers I’m using. Though the grips felt pretty good with my thumbs to use. It had nice texture that was made with soft silicone material. Having to compare with my Joy-Cons thumbs grips; which I checked was a bit “rubbery.” Just saying. Nevertheless, these new thumbs grips worth trying out; especially of choosing the black variant with colored circled lines.

Though the Joy-Cons thumbs grips fair better and hopes for non-slip accidents further. I give a nice improvement during this mini review.

Hope you guys enjoy this and worth to check the link down below; if you’re interested. ⬇️

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Teeth {1/4}

[Warnings] Spy!Reader, Mafia!Tom Holland, Violence, Blood, Sexual Tension [Author note:] Hi guys! I've been gone too long and thought, what better way to pop in than to finish what I started? Enjoy! I write for anyone. Just feel free to send a request; with love, Loki. 692 words (Short little part one)

"Tell Carter to do it." "Y/N, Carter is a man. We need a woman to do this job, and you're our best agent available." Your boss sat behind his desk, leaning back in his seat. A slight sneer on your lips as he took a swing of that disgusting bourbon he claims is absolute gold. "So? I'm already on the job. Doing two at once could fuck up everything on both sides. I can't." You were trying your absolute hardest not to show your frustration. A two-year job put on hold for a quick intel mission? Anyone can do that. "Which is why you are no longer assigned to that job. Melissa is taking that over. So, yes, you can." He spoke without looking at you as he poured himself another shot. His 3rd one while in your presence, the next three, and he'll be slurring his words like a pig. If they could talk, that is. "What?. You gave my job to her? The job I've put two years of my time into?" By this point, you were well beyond annoyed. Even pissed off. Though you knew declining a mission wasn't on your list of things you can do.

"Yes. Now your mission is to find, seduce, and infiltrate the home of a suspected mobster. We need you to retrieve a file he no doubt has hidden. You're going to New York. Understood?" The expectant look in his eyes for you to simply obey made your eye twitch. Taking a quiet deep breath, you nod and leave the room without another word.

2 days later

Here you were, in a skin-tight dress, waiting for the man everyone knew as Tom Holland to show his face. You had gotten the intel from the agency, and they had even been oh so kind as to supply your dress for the night. It was gorgeous, you must admit; it stopped in the middle of your leg; a slit on the right side went all the way up to your hip and stopped. It was just the right amount of sexy and classy put together, the blackness of the color adding to the mysterious vibe they wanted you to deliver. Your goal is to catch his attention; this dress will do that.

It was definitely a bright night; while you stood outside looking at all the lights, everyone else was brushing past you, rushing into the club before it became too crowded, and they were forced to either finish drinking at home or travel around the city for another bar. Checking your purse, you fished out the fake ID they had given you to remain undercover and safe. Walking up to the bouncer, you flash your ID, and he surprisingly asks zero questions and steps aside so that you can enter, which provoked a sea of complaining from those waiting. Ignoring all the irritating voices, you walk in like you know what you're doing; truth be told, you honestly don't. The loud base of the music and stench of bodies writhing against each other has never been your kind of scene.

Pushing past the hands grabbing at you both on purpose and by accident, you make your way to the bar in the hope that you may end up spotting your target from the whole angle of the bottom floor it gives. Turning on the stool, you order a small glass of Bacardi. Considering you're in the rich part of town, it's a simple yet intelligent choice. Scanning the room, a hum escapes your lips, watching everyone dry humping each other because they're too intoxicated to find a goddamn bathroom or storage closet this place no doubt keeps unlocked for that sole purpose. Your face scrunches in annoyance at the fact you have to be here. That's when you feel the change in atmosphere, a suffocating stench of power and danger. You blink, trying to reign in the shaking of your hand. Frowning, you look around, trying to see if you can pinpoint the direction of the feeling. That's when you see him. Tom Holland, the man that rules New York. But wait...

Who's he with?

Diamonds and Rust [2/5: Missed Connection] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 1170 Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, Eddie is kind of a simp Summary: Eddie works up the courage to bring a gift by your place of work, reminiscing on the first time you met along the way, only to find that you aren't there. Also posted on AO3

A/N: While the rest of this fic is in your traditional reader insert 2nd person perspective, this chapter is in the 3rd person! Just cause I really wanted to make Eddie's train of thoughts and feelings very clear in this chapter. It'll be back to 2nd person for the last 3 chapters!

There’s bound to be holes burned into the floor of Eddie Munson’s trailer, the way he’s spent all morning pacing back and forth. 

Today’s the day. 

He planned this for weeks, spent just as much time working up the courage to deliver this mixtape as he did curating the track list and recording the songs off the radio, but he’s finally doing it. The tracks are written as neatly as he could manage on the sleeve, though it still looks no better than chicken scratch to him. On the opposite side, he’s penned a short-but-sweet message explaining why he picked each one, or why they remind him of her. Frankly, they all remind him of her, because she’s the only person he thinks of when he hears a good song, now. 

It’s no secret that he doesn’t have the most conventional taste in music, and it’s something he’s come to terms with over the years; it’ll be rare to find someone whose tastes align with his so well, but it seems that her’s do. He’s been planning this since the first time they met. 

On his first visit to the little second hand store on the edge of town, he decided to browse the tee shirts and see if anything interesting stood out to him. He wasn’t expecting much, but he got to the Hideout much earlier than his bandmates and he had some time to kill, so why not? He thumbed through racks of duds. Hawkins High and Purdue University spirit wear and “Official Indiana State Fair Produce Judge.” Hand drawn designs and many, many local business logos. Just as he was starting to give up hope, flipping even faster through the hangers, a familiar face caught his eye. Going back to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him, he breathed out an excited, “ Finally! ” as he pulled the Iron Maiden shirt off of the rack and threw it over his shoulder to keep looking. 

“Find what you’re looking for?” Her voice caught him off guard. Obviously he knew that someone must have been working in this place, but he had seen nobody when he came in. He didn’t jump at her voice, no, he just…moved on very quickly to the next rack, but she definitely noticed, a melodic laugh accompanying her next statement. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“Oh, no, you didn’t–” Eddie turned to look at the girl who greeted him and tripped over his words. He could feel the weight of her smile deep in his chest, like it was a sight that he could (and would) commit to memory in seconds flat. Her nose wrinkled as the smile widened, and he forgot how to speak entirely. Jesus Christ, Munson. Just say ANYTHING at this point, what the hell are you doing?   “It’s just so quiet in here – I mean, I wasn’t expecting – yes, I did find something. Thank you.” In an effort to look like less of a bumbling fool, he held up the tee shirt, balled up in his fist, making her breathe another soft laugh. He decided at that moment that her laugh was one of his new favorite sounds. 

When he deposited the shirt onto the counter and she searched for a price tag, her eyes widened with excitement. She looked from the shirt, to Eddie, and back again, and he suddenly felt very aware of himself, straightening his posture and attempting to tame his mane by running his fingers through it. 

“About damn time someone bought this thing,” she said, folding the shirt. There was a hint of color to her cheeks when she added, “if it spent one more week on the rack I was about to take it for myself. Seems like nobody in this town appreciates good music. It’ll be $1.79, if that’s all for you today.” 

“Almost nobody,” he corrected, raising his eyebrows and pointing to his own face with both hands. “Some of us actually listen to more than the top 40 radio bullshit. And of course by ‘some of us,’ I mean myself, my bandmates, and like, two freshmen that I took under my wing last year.” 

“So not only does he listen to Iron Maiden,” her eyes flicked to the various patches and buttons on his vest, “Motorhead, and Judas Priest…but he’s in a band?” 

Eddie nodded and bowed dramatically, “in fact, he is . And uh, what about her? What else is the mysterious thrift shop clerk into?” 

After that, they talked about music for hours, about their likes and dislikes, favorite songs and guilty pleasures. Why their favorite bands earned that title, and theories on why everyone else in Hawkins seemed to think that pop dance music was the standard. He sat at that counter talking to her for so long that he was twenty minutes late to sound check (which the guys will still not let go of, almost a month later) . 

Finally, with one last deep breath (and a quick check in the mirror), he chucks the tape in his inside jacket pocket and makes his way to the thrift shop. 

He twirls the keys around his finger nervously as he walks up to the shop door, prepares what he wants to say one more time in his head, and steps in…only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face and a gruff greeting from the man behind the counter. 

Eddie stops dead in his tracks. 

He’s been here almost every day for a month, except for Sundays when they’re closed, and she’s always here. Why –  today of all days – was she not here? 

“Can I help you find something, son?” The man behind the counter asks. 

Hands in his pockets, Eddie approaches him. “Yeah, uh, there’s usually a girl here who helps me out, is she here? Maybe in the back?” He cranes his head around the man toward the dark back room where the donations are kept. 

The man visibly deflates, knowing he isn’t getting a sale from Eddie. “Nup,” he carped, “she had a family thing. A wedding or a funeral or something, hell, I dunno, but she’s off today either way.” 

“Ah, okay.” Dejected, Eddie decides it’s still now or never. If he brought the tape home with him, it wasn't ever going to see the light of day again. He had to take the chance. Pulling the tape from his pocket, he slides it across the counter, “Could you leave this for her? Just tell her Eddie dropped it off, she should be expecting it.” 

So maybe it wasn’t 100% truthful, but he figured the best way to get the tape in her hands and not the trash as soon as he left the building was to say that she knew it was coming. 

The man waves a hand in dismissal and pulls out a cigarette, lighting up before he responds with a clipped, “sure, sure.” 

Eddie thanks him and turns on his heel to make his exit. No turning back now. 

💌 💛 Xanthophilia 💛 💌

Xanthophilia: the love of the color yellow.

Gif by @bee-stim

Tw[Trigger warning]: you goofed, bad/decent poetry, fluff, scopophobia, (possible) head injury, simp stuff. Enjoy.

🌕The story starts with a 3rd person's view peering past the window leading into a puppet's (most likely Y/N's) office as they frantically &/or cartoonishly searches for the note they thought they had put away to revise it into a less sappy, mawkish, schmaltzy confession of their feelings for the star of the show in favor of writing as more of a note to show their appreciation for his appearance in the shows, offering to design his next suit to fit his seemingly snazzy essence. Maybe something in a fetchingly robust red?

🌕Wally gets a note [accidentally] sent by his semi-new neighbor, Y/N the stylist/seamstress, after it gets mixed up with other things in their messy home office.

🌕When he opens the pristine red heart stamped, white envelope he finds something to the effects of a love letter complete with a lightly perfumed (not intentionally, just cast off from when you were getting dressed near your desk & the episode you were written into called for you & Wally to be near each other)piece of salmon pink paper filled with rich blue ink scribbles that open with "To My Most Darling, Fabulous Neighbor," before he stood stock still beside his open window to read on. His unblinking eyes read this (or something like it):

I cannot help but swoon when I see you wearing any one of my designs. It makes my little heart throng when I see you happily going about your life with the clothes I tailored for you & how your honeybee fleece makes it look as though you were the sun himself put into a tangible form. An incarnation of bright, beautifully blue-topped chef-d'oeuvre Pablo Picasso, Peter D. Jaquish, or even Leonardo da Vince could so much as dream of bringing to spontaneous life. Andy Warhol hasn't a prayer in recreating the honorific hues you iconically carry with your pools of opalescent snowfall glistening like freshly fallen snow with a pair of priceless black pearls that bring an incomprehensible level of depths to them.

If your lulling voice & genteel demeanor were not enough, your eyes draw me further & deeper into these profound feelings I've been pushing down for countless convoluted reasons that I cannot put into words. I hope to make a garb that finally brings worthy wearability to your form & its near-otherworldly resplendence. Possibly make you a line of Red Deliciousness & Pink Ladies for myself, if it's not too much, of course. Maybe swap makeup & hair tips or you could show me how you do such majestic work in such brief windows before the cameras come on.

With love & awaiting skill, Y/N.

🌕Wally is stuck in place, rereading the besotted epistolary in his hands as the words take him some time to grasp. He even asked home to pass him the dictionary from the top of his bookshelf to translate many of the words just to boil it down to its writer being, for lack of better words, "wally, wally, blood & dolly" for him.

🌕He sat in his plush chair, rereading the confession with a new understanding of what Y/N had composed, now transcribed to his understanding.

🌕He barely heard the frantic knocking upon Home's door & Home rocking his chair to snap him out of the hypnosis.

🌕When he does pull through & opens the door, there stood Barnaby with an excited yet curious look on his face.

🌕While Barnaby was getting a hot dog from Howdy with Eddie & Frank picking out ingredients for something related to jelly, Y/N skids in & make a B-line for Eddie, asking if he had delivered any mail from their house to Home that day.

🌕Eddie checks his notes & confirms their hectic question, noting the "very pretty thing holding it shut so nicely" that he could not bear to stuff it into his bag, therefore packing it mindfully in hand to Wally's dwelling.

🌕Y/N's face turns a few shades darker before they fall back into the apple display & causing everyone concern, especially Julie & Poppy who had just walked in not even a split second before it happened.

🌕Barnaby ran to Home, grabbed Wally & brought him to Howdy's where everyone else gathered to check on their friend laying amongst the ripe red fruit scattered about, especially Poppy who told everyone to step back & give the stylist/tailor some room while she tended to them.

🌕He thought back to the letter he had tucked into his cardigan pocket instinctively while Barnaby dashed him to the store & reflected on the decadent words you utilized in writing such a thing. This was followed by him piecing together what had happened.

🌕He, Poppy & Barnaby helped Y/N back to their home & tucked them into bed.

🌕Barnaby & Poppy went all about their neighbor's home looking for things to ease their probable headache after their fall while Wally sits at the same-sized puppet's bedside, quietly watching them rest their lovely, lettered mind. Unable to push that poem from his mind.

🌕While Poppy tended to Y/N's head & Barnaby grabbed some additional pillows from their closet, Wally continued to watch you (a character trait the two bigger puppets were used to, so they didn't notice it.

💛He had never fallen so hard before & he doubts he ever will for anyone else ever again.

Muse

Pairing: Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve’s an artist, and you’re secretly his muse. 3rd POV. WC: 3.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, MDNI), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Fluff. Friends to lover.

Steve knew it was a risk to quit his job and focus full-time on being an artist. His boss laughed in his face when he turned in his letter of resignation and asked Steve how much he thought his "little paintings" were going to make him. Steve didn't just face this scrutiny from his boss, but his friends too albeit not as harsh. Many of the people in his life didn't understand his passion for something that might leave him struggling, but Y/n was always there encouraging him.

"You may struggle for a little bit, but I think it's great Steve! Only one day into your new life as an artist and you already seem happier!"

Steve has known Y/n for almost a decade. They met under odd circumstances that some would consider a meet cute. She's still so sweet and bubbly just like she was the day he met her. It wasn't hard for him to fall head-over-heels for her. She always has a kind word and an open ear even during times of distress.

Sometimes he blushes when she gives him a compliment. She claims to not know anything about art, but every time he shows her something new she always has something stark to say that sticks with him. Maybe it's because it's coming from her.

His time spent alone in his studio is sacred. He converted a room in his apartment into a makeshift studio and he finds so much solace in those four walls. He has wanted to dabble in painting live subjects, maybe even a nude model or too, but he found himself getting real shy about it. He'd love to have someone to pose and to capture the way the light perfectly hits their face. That someone he imagined was often Y/n.

He was shocked when she allowed him to make her his subject. It started with him asking to paint a few photos of her she had lying around for "practice." Y/n was more than happy to help her friend Steve, only under the condition that he show her the final product. Steve found no problem in showing off the pastoral setting paintings he created, but it was much more harder to show off paintings of the person he thinks is the most beautiful person in the world.

Just like he couldn't muster up the confidence to ask anyone else to be his model, Steve could never ask Y/n to model for him in person. He found himself becoming too shy whenever the question was on the tip of his tongue. It would be much better if he were here in person with him, but he opted for photos of her clipped to his easel for reference. He'd finish a painting in one day and send her a photo via text of the finished product.

“I really look like that? It's amazing Steve!”

But eventually he ran out of photos. He tried to reuse some old ways and paint in a different style, or play with the colors, but it was beginning to become stale. Steve needed something new, but he didn't want to let go of Y/n as his subject.

"So you need new pictures?"

"Yeah — it's fine if you don't have any more," he tries to play it off as if he doesn't have 10 canvases in his studio of paintings of her that he hasn't shown her.

"We could take some more. Do you still have that digital camera you got a few Christmas' ago?"

"No. I think it got lost when I moved."

"Oh. Well I think Sam has a camera we can borrow. It's one of those fancy ones, right?"

Steve agreed to ask Sam to borrow his camera, but he honestly wishes that he had just bought his own. The amount of teasing he had to endure when he explained to Sam exactly why he needed the camera made his skin heat up. He couldn't stop his cheeks from becoming rosy when Sam asked when is he finally going to tell Y/n how he feels about her. Steve doesn't want to ruin what they have just in case Y/n rejects him. He'd much rather wallow in his school boy crush than put a strain on their friendship.

"How do you want me to pose?"

Y/n sat on the lone couch in Steve's studio room. It wasn't the best quality but it was still useful.

The curtains were drawn to shield the sun that was nearly set. The lighting in the room was dim save for the soft light coming from a small lamp pointed at her. It casted a warm, yellowish light onto her skin. She wore a white dress and kicked her shoes off at the front door.

"Whatever comes natural to you," his voice is weak as he responds. The atmosphere of the room is slightly romantic and he can't shake his nerves. Everything feels extremely intimate.

Y/n is almost as nervous as Steve. She's never modeled for someone and it feels a little bit awkward. She's always comfortable around Steve, but she can't help but get a little nervous when she sees Steve with the camera in his hands.

"You look perfect like that," he compliments the half-asses pose she's doing before snapping the first photo. He looks at the preview before the camera's screen could go dark.

"Let me see." He shows her and she just nods her head, "let me adjust myself," she whispers.

Y/n unbuttons the first two buttons of her dress, exposing more of her chest that only gives a glimpse of her breast. Steve pretended to not notice it as he took another picture of her. Once again Y/n asked to see the photo and looked a little more satisfied with it this time.

"Do you think that I could — nevermind."

"What is it Y/n?" He asks with a soft laugh that makes her want to melt.

"Do you think I could unbutton my dress all the way?" Her voice faltered as she asked. She watched Steve's reaction intently. She hopes the question doesn't make him uncomfortable. "It's just that I was looking up some ideas online so I could prepare and I saw this really pretty picture of this model and she was semi-nude but it was really pretty so I wanted to ask if we could try it," she explained; or perhaps over-explained.

Steve was completely dumbfounded. If Y/n couldn't see it in his dropped jaw, then she can see it in the way he just freezes.

"It's okay if that's too much."

"No! No, it's okay."

Y/n gave him a half smile before she began to unbutton the front of her dress. Steve tried to look away, but how could he not? The more she revealed herself, the easier it was for him to see the swell of her breast. Her skin looks so soft and he feels compelled to reach out and caress her bare skin. But he keeps his hands to himself.

"Is this too much?" The puffy sleeves of her dress were off of her shoulder and her dress was all the way open until the middle of her stomach. It's a lot for him to handle, but he feels blessed to see such a sight.

"No. It's perfect. You're perfect."

Y/n's skin heats up despite the room being cold. She was starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't a bad one or an uncomfortable feeling, but it was something she wasn't used to.

Now she's half-naked and posing on his couch. The first few photos he took of her like this were awkward as they both had to adjust to Y/n being half-naked.

Steve couldn't ignore the way the cold air made her nipples hard and breast tender. Steve was supposed to be on his best behavior, but he is seconds away from making a stupid mistake with his best friend.

Y/n arches her back which makes her breast jut out at him. Steve pauses to pray that he doesn't get a hard on. He feels a bit like a scumbag for even having this dilemma. It's just his best friend's half-naked body — that looks so soft and tender.

He forced himself to steel his resolve and hurry up and finish the task at hand. He began to treat her more like a model instead of the best friend he has a crush on.

"Try this," he suggests to her to move her body in a different way, which she does, but it's not quite what he wants. He was hesitant to get his hands on her, but he went for it anyway, "a little more like this."

In the process of moving her body, his hand brushed against her nipple. Y/n involuntarily let out a moan which made both of them pause. They looked at each other before Y/n let out a nervous laugh to try to play it off.

"Sorry," Steve apologizes.

"It's okay."

He glosses over what just happened and goes back to moving her body to her liking. He can't get over how good she feels underneath him. The truth is that he was taking his time to be able to have this experience for much longer. He may never have this kind of closeness with her again and he just can't quite let go.

Y/n watches his face as his hands touch her body. He looks so handsome under this lighting and Y/n wonders if she's always felt this way about Steve. For some reason she feels lust swirling inside of her. She hopes she isn't making a mistake when she leans forward and kisses him. Steve freezes under her kiss, stunned by reality, but he lets it happen. Her lips feel so soft against his, just like he always imagined.

She pulls away and places her forehead against his. Steve still has his eyes closed, lost in the dream that is Y/n's closeness.

"You can open your eyes now," she teases him. He obeys her and laughs along with her.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admits.

The revelation is shocking to her. She had no idea he felt this way about her, but now she wonders how much she's been oblivious to.

"Do you want this, Y/n? The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"No, no — I want this Steve. I wanna feel you touching me," her voice became somewhat whiny as desire fueled her.

With her blessing, Steve did not hold back. He kissed her hard, the way he imagined he would always kiss her. Imagine the way his heart nearly stopped when Y/n kissed him back with the same amount of fervor and want. Her hand came up and rested against the stubble on his cheek. They wish they could say their kiss was delicate, but it was not; it was sloppy and their tongues danced with each other.

When Steve pulls away, he's out of breath, but he's happy. The light touches he gave to her body earlier were not a bit rougher. He wants to explore every inch of her body in seconds, but he wants to be patient; he has all night to discover every inch of her.

"Touch me right here, Steve."

Y/n places his hands on her breast with his thumbs in reach of her nipples. Steve's thumb runs across her taut nipples which makes her sigh. "You like that?" He asks with a bit more confidence. She nods her head and her approval emboldens him. “Good.”

His lips ghost across the skin on her neck before he places a wet kiss against the skin on her throat. He can feel her breath hitch every time he places a tender kiss on her flesh. She smells like lavender and it makes him feel dizzy. He keeps playing with her nipples as he begins to suck on her neck. Y/n wants to just lay there and take in the feeling of him spoiling her, but she also wants to hear him moan. She strokes the bulge in his pants with her knee and she feels him groan against her skin. He lightly grinds himself against her knee to relieve all of the tension that built up inside of him. Neither of them are sure who wants who more, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Knowing that this is an equal exchange of love and lust is enough for the two of them.

“Oh god Steve,” Y/n coos when he sucks on the most sensitive part of her neck. They’ve only just begun, but he makes her feel so good. A part of her is wishing that she had discovered Steve’s crush on her a long time ago, but she has him now and that’s all that matters.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he says against her skin, “I wanna make you cum.”

Y/n can’t help but moan at his confession. She can already imagine how it would feel to have him between her legs.

“Please Steve!”

Steve sits up just to push her dress up. The cotton panties she wears has a pink bow sewn onto it and he finds it adorable. He glances back up at her and he notices that she’s looking away from him. She’s now feeling bashful knowing that he’s going to see her completely naked even though she wants all of this and more. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” Steve pacifies her by slowly stroking her outer thigh. She finally looks at him, her pupils wide with lust. She almost sighs in content when he starts to slide her panties down. The cool air of the rooms only heats her up once it hits her hot sex.

“My god,” Steve whispers to himself. She looks so pretty, but she’s absolutely messy between her legs. She places her foot on the back of his couch to spread herself wider for him. “Good girl.”

Steve lowers himself between her legs and just stares at her for a moment. He wants to remember this for the rest of his life just in case this is the last time something like this happens between the two of them. He would be crushed if Y/n asked to just continue on as friend’s after this, but he would be eternally grateful that she granted him this opportunity. All he wants to do is make her feel good; his pleasure will follow suit, but it’s all about her.

One of his fingers runs along the edge of her folds. Y/n whimpers at the delicate way he treats her body. She feels so lucky to have someone so kind and sweet like Steve. He touches her with care, and love is in every stroke. “You’re so perfect,” he says before kissing her inner thigh. Every part of her body is sensitive but somehow she is able to withstand it all.

The first lick to her pussy overblows both of their senses. She’s sweet like honey and juicy like a peach. Steve’s first instinct is to groan against her pussy which sends vibration throughout her entire body. She feels like she’s on fire as all of the blood in her body goes straight to her sensitive nub. His tongue focuses on her clit and she’s in heaven. Steve’s tongue moves with so much skill and precision, but most importantly, passion. Steve treats her like he truly wants her, and Y/n can’t help but fall for him at this moment.

“You taste so good,” he coos against her slick.

The way he paws at her body while licking her pussy makes her feel like she’s being worshiped. Tears well in her eyes the harder he sucks at her clit. She hopes his neighbors’ aren’t home because they’d probably be annoyed at the loud sounds of her cries of pleasure. He has her on the edge and it just takes him rolling her nipples with his fingers that finally push her over.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her cries are so angelic to him. And as much as he wants to keep licking her out, Steve needs to be inside of her so bad. He tames himself and pulls his mouth away from her to pull himself out of his pants. His incredibly hard, the head of his cock an angry red as it leaks pre-cum. “This is what you do to me,” his words are haunting. Y/n whines and wiggles her hips from being so impatient.

Steve lowers himself and presses the head of her cock at her opening. She’s so slippery that he pushes into her with ease. His cock is so big that she inhales sharply as she takes all of him inside of her. Her walls are like silk around him.

“So tight baby — oh god.”

Steve feels like he’s going to explode already. Her pussy is squeezing him and she looks up at him with wide eyes as she takes his cock like a good girl. It is the hardest task he’s ever faced in his life to not cum already. She just feels so good.

“Are you okay?” He asks sweetly before dipping his head to kiss her forehead.

She nods her head, “yes, Steve…feels so good,” she manages to speak coherently.

Her legs were thrown over his legs which allows him to fuck deeper into her. She looks so beautiful underneath him. Steve wants to feel her cum on his cock so bad. She flutters around him when he pulls out of her only to push back in seconds later.

Steve can only control himself for so long before he’s pounding into her. The cry of his name on her lips is so saccharine that it gives him a sweet tooth. He sucks on the skin of her neck to satisfy that need while Y/n places her hand on the back of his head as she moans for him.

“I’m gonna cum Steve! You’re going to make me cum!”

The ridges of his cock feels so good inside of her, but what really does it for her is how the head of his cock is kissing her cervix. The stretch of his cock is such a delicious burn that she wants him inside forever. With his face planted in her neck, lips kissing at her skin, Y/n is completely enamored with the way Steve consumes all of her. She is his just as much as he is her.

He feels her sex squeeze him one more time before she’s cumming all around him. She clings to him as her orgasm ravages through her. Steve fucks her through it before reluctantly pulling out of her. Her jerks himself off until he’s cumming all over her pretty tits, painting her body like she’s one of the world’s most precious masterpieces.

The two are completely spent as their limbs dangle off of his couch. Y/n’s heart is full feeling his cum cooling on her chest. She dips a finger in his spent and sucks it off, savoring his taste since she didn’t get a chance to go down on him. Steve almost passes out at the sight.

“You’re crushing my legs Steve,” she laughs warmly. He rolls off of her and off of the couch entirely.

Steve grabs a towel and starts t0 clean up her chest. He remembers what they were supposed to be accomplishing, but after what just happened between the two of them, Steve is certain he won’t be anxious about asking her to be his model again.

“So, where do we go from here?”

The question catches him off guard. He slowly wipes away his cum with the damp towel from her chest. As much as finding the answer to this question is hard, he is happy that she asked it because it means that she’s giving him a chance.

“I don’t want this to be the last time we do this,” Steve admits. He’s quickly become addicted to the way their foreheads pressed together; it just feels so intimate. “I love you too much for this to be the last time we ever spend like this together.”

As much as tonight has been shocking to her after the revelation of Steve proving to her that he loves her, she’s only overwhelmed with positive emotions.

“Then let’s not let this be the last time,” she whispers against his lips.

A wave of relief washes over Steve as he just lays there against, their bare bodies pressed against each other as if this is always how it should’ve been. His only hope is that they can stay like this forever.

u r so pretty omg!! 🤍

id also like a match, ive always wanted to do these but was always too nervous to ask lol!

so to start im a female, currently in college to become an early childhood teacher (kinder - 3rd grade) i love to draw, write, and bake! im currently learning how to sew as well. i have dark brown hair and eyes, im on the more chubby side as well, but my chest is kinda small ahh

for my personality im very shy/quiet, i prefer to listen than to talk, it takes a lot to make me angry/annoyed, i can be sometimes overbearing when it comes to following rules tbh! i struggle with paranoia and anxiety. i also have a slight stutter! id say im very kind and generous, im always willing to give and sacrifice without anything in return. im also good at giving advice, im like the therapist/mom friend lol! also idk if this is a weird thing to say, but im very obedient? when someone tells me to do something i always do it, i also struggle to say no and put boundaries up with ppl (i rlly need to work on this fr 💔)

as for my fashion im strictly into pastel/bright colors. i lean more towards sundresses and skirts/blouses! my room is full of whites and pinks (TONS OF STUFFED ANIMALS I SWEAR MY BED IS DROWNING IN THEM)

i hope i didn’t say too much!! thank you for taking time to read this! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ps . i absolutely adore ur writing and totally binge read everything when i first found ur acc

Aw baby don’t ever be nervous here! All is accepted my angel💕 also I TOTALLY ship u with Jason! Also trying a new outlay for these posts!

Jason is calling to you!

Jason sees you and feels like you’re his one and only! Take a look at how your relationship will look like, and decide if you will accept his love!😊💓

- Jason is utterly in love with your softness, you domestic nature which brings him back down to earth, when he spends days out in the wild. He may sometimes spend the night in his cabin but his home is always where you are 💕

- You being good with children has always been the one thing that gets his heart racing. In his mind he’s always been his 11 year old self, before he disappeared. You treat him better than anyone he’s ever met, and seeing you treat other children well makes him incredibly calm and happy 💓

- Sometimes Jason will be very daydreamy and will forget things easily, (which he does NOT mean to do he actually feels so bad) and is constantly fondly surprised by how loving and patient you are with that 💓 you always welcome him back with open arms and it makes him fall in love with you 100x harder

- You being a rule follower is actually constructive to Jason because he certainly needs some structure to his life 😂 With your endless giving nature, Jason doesn’t know what to do with you and will literally do anything to reciprocate, and tries every day to make you feel special.

- Expect many flowers to show up in random places like on your bedside when you wake up, in the kitchen where you cook, and on your vanity too 💕 he loves loves loves to braid flower crowns into your hair, and carry you on walks throughout the forest.

- To your surprise, after you arrived and began living with Jason, flowers began blooming everywhere at Camp Crystal Lake. I’m talking meadows and meadows, lavender drooping down from the trees too. He blames it on you and tells you they all bloom for you only, every day💕you’re his flower queen

- Will definitely indulge in your love for stuffies, might crush them some nights but appreciates your love for them nonetheless. Gift one to him and he just might die of softness 🥺💓

- With your anxiety, he totally understands. I don’t know if you’re super affectionate, but Jason will like if you be close to him when you feel anxious. He wants nothing more than for you to let him rub up on him, snuggle into him so he can love on you, to distract you💕he’s a very gentle lover

Do you accept his offer?

Colors (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

I'll be honest, I've had this one fully written since last week. I've just been very nervous to post it because the ending is so bad 😅. I haven't been sure how to fix it and I've re-written it several times. This fic is definitely rushed but hey, it's a one-shot (and I wanted to try writing something short and sweet for once). This is still part of the Cliche Month Challenge by @wreckofawriter (sorry this was so late). I've finally gained enough courage to post it and I hope you enjoy this messy fic.

Prompt: An AU where you can only see the shades of your soulmate's eyes until you first touch.

House: You choose

Blood Status: You choose

Warnings: Possible swearing

Note: Again, very messy. Not sure I like this one too much. The reader in this story is female / uses female pronouns.

Word Count: 1,694 words

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3rd Person POV

Y/n opened her eyes to see the world was still the same shade of steel grey. She longed to know what the world truly looked like, to see actual colors other than this grey. When she was younger, she was ecstatic to learn that someone out there was destined to be with her. She used to fantasize about meeting her soulmate, seeing in color and her falling in love. She imagined what her soulmate would look like, what their personality was like, their likes and dislikes.

Now, as she grew older, she began to develop fears. What if they didn't like her? Even if the universe had put them together, there was still a chance they could reject her. What if she didn't like them? She never considered herself to be a picky person, especially when it came to love, but that didn't mean that they couldn't have a horrible personality. All of her friends have already met with their soulmates, and it did seem like they matched each other perfectly. They always talked about how beautiful the world was and how they couldn't wait until she could see the colors too.

She snapped out of her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she walked off to the courtyard, hoping a good book could distract her from the whole soulmate situation.

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Y/n wasn't sure how much time had passed when she finally finished her book. A few hours, at least. She looked around the courtyard, seeing that she was the only one there. She sighed, deciding to go back inside. Y/n looked at the sky, dreaming about the day she could finally see the blue sky her friends talked about. She wondered how beautiful the night sky looked when it was in full color, how pretty a sunset could be. Yet, all she could see was grey. She was almost at the point where she would begin to resent the color. Still, she remained patient, still trying to hold on to the small shred of hope that she would someday meet the one.

On her way in, she bumped into someone rather harshly. The two fell back, Y/n closing her eyes and rubbing her head gently from where it hit the ground. When she opened her eyes, her mind was blown as suddenly, she could see the world in color. Amazed, Y/n slowly took in her surroundings, admiring the green grass and the blue sky. She looked at the bark of the trees, the castle, the white fluffy clouds. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she slowly let it all sink in. She could see, she could finally see! It was all so much more beautiful than she could have ever imagined.

The boy in front of her got up with a groan. In her dazed state, Y/n had almost forgotten about him. She looked back at him to see platinum blonde hair and grey eyes looking back at her. Her face immediately became shocked as she recognized that familiar face, those eyebrows, those thin lips, those sharp cheekbones. Draco Malfoy.

Said boy looked back at her with the same shocked eyes. He glanced quickly around him, an astonished expression on his face. His grey eyes landed back on her, almost in disbelief.

"You're my—" They both whispered.

Y/n couldn't do this. Even when he didn't know they were soulmates, Draco Malfoy was a bigoted twat. How could the universe possibly pair her up with him? Y/n shook her head, before she got up and quickly retreated to her dormitory. She could hear Draco calling after her but she ignored him and simply kept running.

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When she arrived, most of her friends were already there, talking amongst each other on their beds. At the sound of the door opening, they all turned their heads and greeted her. Y/n still couldn't believe that she could see in color because of Draco Malfoy. Now, she could see the color or her friend's hairs and their eyes. She turned to a mirror and examined her reflection, playing with her (h/c) hair. She could see that she had (e/c) eyes, which was so surprising, considering that she had only seen a grey version of herself for years.

"Hey, Y/n! I just want you to know that you're beautiful and you better not be saying bad things about yourself to that mirror!" (F/n) said.

"I'm not....I just...."

"You'll find your soulmate eventually, Y/n. Then you can finally see how pretty you are." Another friend reassured.

Y/n smiled back at her, not sure if she should tell her friends that she met them and that it was the worst possible matchup ever. She decided against it, telling herself that the universe had made a mistake. There was no way that Malfoy was her soulmate, she refused to believe it.

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Almost a week had passed after that incident and Y/n was still avoiding Draco. She could see him trying to reach out to her but she would quickly lose him in the crowded hallways. Everyday, every hour, she was playing a game of avoidance cat and mouse. She had gotten pretty good at it too, swiftly navigating her way through all the students.

Today was just another one of those days. There she was again, quickly walking through the crowds, afraid that she would see Malfoy and have to talk to him. Luckily for her, she managed to make it to class without running into him. She settled into her seat next to her friends, who were quietly gossiping to each other.

"Malfoy's been pretty quiet lately. Hasn't been taunting Potter or anything. He's not even picking on any first years."

"Maybe Dumbledore's finally had enough of his behaviour. Or maybe his father threatened to ground him or something."

Y/n stayed silent, listening in to their conversation. Great, even if she could physically escape Malfoy, he was still there in conversation. It really seemed like the universe was insistent that it was right with this pairing.

"Could you guys stop talking about Malfoy? He's old news anyway. Who cares if he's not bullying anyone for once? Maybe he's actually become a decent person." Y/n snapped.

Her friends looked at each other. "What's gotten you so riled up? You care about him or something?"

"Nothing. I just don't wanna hear about him. Let's just focus on the class, okay?"

Her friends nodded slowly, looking at her suspiciously before they changed the topic of their conversation. Why did she defend him? Everyone, including her, knew that he was a prat and that wasn't changing. Y/n sighed quietly, feeling frustrated. Another thing she had kept to herself was a feeling of longing for the blonde male. He appeared in her dreams like a prince offering to sweep her off her feet. She'd feel drawn to him when she saw him in the hallways, even when she forced herself to stay away from him. Y/n was afraid as to what it could mean, she couldn't accept the truth.

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After classes ended, she continued through her usual route back to her dormitory. Unfortunately for her, Draco Malfoy was waiting for her right at the entrance. She quickly turned to try and make a getaway but he grabbed her arm.

"Wait. L/n, can we please talk?"

"What's there to talk about?" Y/n asked coldly, even when her heart fluttered at his touch.

"Just, come with me." Draco began pulling her away as Y/n rolled her eyes and allowed him to drag her.

He took her to an empty hallway, where he finally let her go. Y/n looked at him expectantly, putting her hands on her hips. She knew this was coming, there was no avoiding it, especially when the universe constantly pushed them together. The universe can rot in hell.

"So...we both know that we're.....soulmates. Why do you avoid it?" He sounded hurt, and Y/n's heart ached at the thought of that.

"Because, you're Draco Malfoy. You bully Potter and practically everyone else in this school. All you care about is blood status, the Slytherin house, and impressing your arsehole daddy. You're a spoiled brat who acts like you're entitled to everything, and I refuse to be one of those things just because I'm your 'soulmate'." Y/n growled at him.

He seemed to take everything she said into consideration, which was extremely out of character for him. "I can change, Y/n. I can change for you. In fact, I already have. Haven't you noticed how silent I've been? It's been the talk of the school this entire week." He said, desperately. Y/n wondered why he was so persistent, why did he continuously chase her, even when she actively ran away?

"You feel it too, don't you? A pull to me, like a bond?" Draco asked, watching her carefully. Y/n didn't answer but her silence gave her away. "I feel it too. I see you in my dreams and Merlin, I feel my heart race when I see you. I know you think this is a mistake, but the universe doesn't make mistakes. I love you, Y/n. Just give me a chance to prove it." Draco took her hand softly.

Y/n felt it. Some sort of invisible bond tying her to him. The universe had her in its clutches and it would not let her go. She felt her heart tighten and she sighed. What could it hurt to try? Clearly, the universe wasn't giving up on this and maybe there was a good reason for that. She remembered that feeling of longing for the Slytherin boy and bit her lip.

Damn it all.

She took Draco's face and smashed her lips against his. It felt like everything clicked into place as he held her face and kissed back. His lips fit perfectly against hers and she could feel the world around them stop. It was as if the universe was satisfied with its work and was allowing them to enjoy their moment. She pulled away and opened her eyes, the colors around her seemingly more vibrant than before. Draco looked at her with the widest smile on his face.

"I'll take that as a yes?" He chuckled.

"Don't make me regret it, soulmate." Y/n smiled back.

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Thank you so much for reading! This was pretty hard to write (I guess I'm not that good at soulmate AU's yet 😅). I hope it wasn't too horrible to read. Yes, I am still working on requests while I'm writing these things (I promise). Thank you again for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Until next time.

-Jade

OC Introduction

Tagged by: @illusivesoul Thanks! Sorry this took so long!

Tagging: @this-is-something-idk-what, @noeldressari, @alessandramortt, @theherowarden, @jellydishes​ As per usual, I can never figure out who has or hasn’t been tagged by this. No pressure if you don’t want to participate though! Below is the template you can use.

My answers will be under the Read More.

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Fandom: Dragon Age

Role: Inquisitor

BASICS

Full Name: Niamh (pronounced “Neev”) Cousland

Nickname(s): Neevy (from Sera), Brat (from Leliana lolol), Storm Pup (mostly from her late mother’s side of the family)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Occupation and Titles: Niamh is the leader of the Inquisition forces and is also hailed as the Herald of Andraste. Although all her rights to the Cousland estate along with any titles associated with it were forfeited the moment her magic manifested, her ties to her family name are still recognized and vice versa--perhaps especially so now with her being Inquisitor. Thus, in accordance to an older tradition from her late mother’s family, she is also titled the Storm Wolf of Highever per her brother Teyrn Fergus Cousland.

Birthday & Age: Niamh was born on the 3rd of Cloudreach in 9:08 Dragon, so she’s 33 as of Inquisition and 36 as of the Trespasser DLC.

Physical description: She’s a woman of middling height (5′6″ or 168cm). Niamh’s hair is pitch-black, which settles asymmetrically around her face with a longer fringe covering one of her eyes--a pale, misty-grey hue. Physique-wise, she’s full of wiry muscle, especially along her arms, shoulders, and back--testament to years of heavy staffwork.

Clothing style: This is more dependent on what setting she finds herself in. Around Skyhold or in more official circumstances, she tends to garb herself in formal wear such as the one seen below.

When she’s out and about on missions, her attire consists more of cloth and leather as depicted in the screenshot above. As a native Fereldan, she has a tendency to favor fur in her overall field outfit, which is evident in the black Great Bear fur seen along the spaulders atop her shoulders. Then, as an occasional artist, her sketchbook is ever present, constantly hanging from her belt as she draws flora, fauna, and anything of interest in her travels to properly document later. Littered amongst the sketches are also occasional plans for whatever project she’d like to work on back at Skyhold.

Art and crafting is ever her way of relaxing.

Despite being an artist, her color palette in terms of clothing remains relatively simple even if the cut of them are always finely-tailored. She favors darker colors overall with white and varying shades of grey. Occasionally, a splash of color is thrown in every now and again for visual emphasis.

For instance, the red scarf you see on her is a gift from Bethany Hawke. ;3

BACKGROUND

Niamh is the youngest child of Bryce and Eleanor Cousland.

She was born beneath a violent storm that only settled as her newborn cries filled the world--a telltale sign perhaps of the destiny that would later be laid out before her.

She was taken away to Ferelden’s Circle when her magic manifested at the age of four. Niamh was the youngest to enter Kinloch Hold that year, and she was inconsolable for several months as she struggled to adapt to her new surroundings and the many strangers that were meant to be her new family of sorts.

Of all the mages present, she was closest to Jowan since he was only a year or two older than her, and the then young boy was responsible for drawing her out of her sullen shell--enough to where she could finally be comfortable with interacting with others after months of frightened silence. The two children did everything together and were otherwise inseparable. Unfortunately, their relationship would later become strained as they entered into adolescence, especially as Niamh grew into her magical abilities and surpassed him entirely in power, astounding the likes of First Enchanter Irving and Wynne--both whom became her respective mentors--with her command over the elements. 

Niamh was able to successfully undertake the Harrowing at the age of seventeen, earning the right to be recognized as a full-fledged mage. She was never designated an Enchanter throughout her time in the Circle, for she had no personal apprentices of her own. The few new ones to arrive at the Tower were assigned to those who had passed the Harrowing before her, but she was content to help them and the Senior Enchanters however she could. Her kindness, patience, and calm diligence earned her easy friendships.

...or at least she thought so until some of her colleagues turned on her with Uldred’s coup following the onset of the Blight.

Caught between blood mages and Templars who believed she had a hand in Uldred’s machinations, she likely would have succumbed to either party eventually had her sister Saoirse--now a Grey Warden--not arrived to help cleanse the Tower of abominations and save First Enchanter Irving and the remaining Senior Enchanters.

For her efforts in saving them, Niamh was allowed to accompany her sister on her travels across Ferelden along with Wynne. She formed a fast friendship with Leliana early on, and it eventually led to heavy infatuation on Niamh’s end, but it stuttered to an abrupt halt when she realized her sister was also in love with the bard. Believing that she had nothing of worth to offer to Leliana as a mere mage, Niamh buried her feelings for the other woman, watching from afar as she fell for Saoirse.

Saoirse was as bold as all great heroes could ever hope to be, and so she was well-suited for Leliana, but it was Niamh who tempered much of her sister’s impulsiveness, especially when it came to matters of diplomacy.

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"Can't we just--"

"No." Niamh just kept her gaze forward as they walked out of the Deep Roads, refusing to look at her sister.

"But it's a good idea!" Saoirse insisted earnestly.

"Saoirse, in no world where you throw the crown at the two candidates for Orzammar's throne and expect the least most concussed to be King can ever be considered a 'good idea,'" Niamh deadpanned.

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Yet, for all her brilliance with tactics and matters of negotiation, Niamh was unable to convince Saoirse to allow Morrigan to use her Dark Ritual despite knowing it would have saved any of the Grey Wardens from being sacrificed. Worse, her sister made her promise not to tell Leliana of Saoirse’s own plans to slay the Archdemon in the final battle.

As expected, it resulted in Saoirse’s death.

Racked with guilt over never telling Leliana the truth of the matter, and believing she had been left the last of the Couslands--a mage that Thedas would have never recognized--she disappeared following the end of the Fifth Blight. Niamh placed herself in a self-imposed exile abroad for over a decade until news of a Conclave by Divine Justinia was brought to her attention. The Divine had hoped to bring together both sides of the Mage-Templar War and negotiate its end.

For Niamh, this led her to return to Ferelden. It was her last hope to see if the world could finally begin to change for the better.

Instead, she was given a far different destiny...

COMBAT & SKILLS

Preferred fighting style: She prefers keeping herself at range on the battlefield, for it allows her to better survey it. She sees everything like an intricate chess game, and she always tries to place herself and her team at the best advantage to overcome their opponents.

As a mage, Niamh incorporates a lot of staffwork in her fighting, especially when it comes to casting magic. However, when she was living abroad, she had to learn to adjust her fighting style altogether so that she would never be suspected of being a mage. As such, she taught herself to fight with spears and polearms, as they were still similar enough to normal staff-fighting that it wouldn’t require a completely new foundation with which to work from.

Because the new style of fighting required her to be within relatively close quarters of her enemies, she learned to try and limit the time of the engagement with them as much as possible with quick, brutal strikes. That methodology happens regardless of how many opponents there are. A quick takedown means a much quicker escape after all. As a runaway apostate, she couldn’t risk leaving a trail of bodies behind her wherever she went.

Special skills: Niamh is specialized in all the elemental houses of magic although she favors lightning the most. During her time with the Inquisition, she also specialized in necromancy--much to the surprise of many.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Of the renowned Couslands, only she and her older brother Fergus remain, but despite their years apart(she honestly didn’t know that he survived the Battle of Ostagar until she returned to Ferelden in 9:41), they remain loving and supportive as always toward one another. Of her late mother’s family, the Mac Eanraigs, she gets along well with them, especially her Aunt Eithne (who will be making her first official appearance in chapter 24 of OtSttCA).

Love interest: Leliana (although they won’t be an official couple until close to chapter 30 or so)

Best friends: Dorian, Sera, and Cole. She views the three of them like younger siblings, which was an admittedly odd feeling for her at first, given that she’s the youngest of her own siblings.

Of her other companions, she is also closest to Vivienne although Niamh sees her more like a fond, maternal figure than a best friend. She greatly respects how the older woman was able to take her status as a mage and turn it into a position of power within the Orlesian Imperial Court, especially when so very little of it was ever afforded to their people. When it comes to the mage allies she gathered from Redcliffe, she trusts Vivienne’s judgment in overseeing them along with the Knight-Enchanters Niamh requested of her back in chapter 13, especially since Niamh travels so much between missions. Then, when it comes to just about anything regarding Orlais, she goes to Vivienne as much as Leliana or Josephine, mostly wanting the insight of a mage in regards to the culture and politics seen there.

Then, of her War Council, Leliana and Josephine are her absolute favorites. Niamh and Leliana have so much history between them that it’s impossible to separate themselves from one another, and she appreciates Josephine’s sweet nature as well as her diplomatic acumen.

PERSONALITY

Positive traits: Her adaptability. There’s an almost... chameleon-like nature to Niamh at times. As such, she can acclimate herself to whatever her environment asks of her and find a way to thrive in spite of it all. She’s also quite intelligent. Ever the eternal student, she constantly looks to expand her wealth of knowledge. Had she not been born a mage, she likely would have done well as a scholar in the world of Thedas. Niamh is also benevolent, always seeking to place more kindness into the world rather than contributing to the bad already within it.

Negative traits: After years of being taught rather toxic, religious doctrine from the Chantry in regards to mages, Niamh has rather low self-esteem, especially when it comes to the subject of love. She doesn’t believe herself worthy of Leliana for instance. As brilliant as she is, her mind can be rather restless at times. This can lead to overthinking outside of any tactical or official setting, which tends to feed back on her latent anxiety as a leader. Then, having spent a decade constantly on the move, she’s not used to staying still for long periods of time, which lends itself to some trouble, especially if she’s injured. She is quite literally the worst patient ever. :P

Likes: Storms, the ocean, mabari, tea, strategy games, sweets, books, art

Dislikes: The Chantry, Templars, discriminatory behavior, incivility,

Fears: The Rite of Tranquility, outright failure as a leader

Guilty Pleasure: Niamh has the most terrible sweet tooth. If given half the chance, she’d get her entire day’s sustenance through sweets alone. She actually does like fashion; she just couldn’t allow herself to indulge in it since her nomadic lifestyle before joining the Inquisition didn’t permit such luxury. She’d happily window-shop the entire day away if given the opportunity.

Hobbies: Sketching, painting, crafting, reading, chess

Can i request pregnancy headcanons for Atsumu , Kita Shinsuke & Iwaizumi

anon omg this was so fun to write thanks for this request! i hope you like this :’) - marianne

(i cant wait to finally see kita in the anime ksksksk babieboy!)

atsumu

he laughed at you when you told him you were pregnant, you were about to burst into tears when he hugged you, kissing your forehead. “i-i can’t wait to have this kid with you, baby”

calls up osamu and his teammates just to boast about being a dad-to-be

is pretty chill about letting you do your own thing, until your third trimester and he sees you hobbling around

“you walk like a penguin.” “it’s because of the baby you put in me dumbass”

so so so soft for you and the baby, he even insists on talking to your belly when the baby’s being particularly restless.

he keeps a copy of your ultrasound in his wallet :’)

gives the best foot and back massages e v e r

atsumu takes charge of decorating and setting up the nursery, he just wants everything to be perfect for his lil babie!

(probably frames up one of his old inarizaki jerseys in the nursery)

always gets whiplash with your mood swings and is left utterly confused, but he always just opts to give you a nice hug and a sweet kiss in the end

definitely tries to taste one of your pregnancy cravings only to be disgusted by it

when he felt the baby kick in your tummy, he had tears in his eyes and the softest smile on his face.

kita

kita would be the calmest and most doting of the three when it comes to your pregnancy

is actually pretty excited when you told him the news, eyes sparkling with tears of joy

(definitely calls up his grandma in tears)

starts to read parenting books and even mommy blogs to help prepare himself better

“it says that you should eat sweet potatoes for more vitamin a, baby”  

convinces you to listen to classical music so the child will grow up smart

makes sure that youre always taking your supplements after every meal

is very hands on when it comes to buying clothes and things for your baby and is the one who chose the wall color for the nursery

let’s you do your own thing even in your 2nd - 3rd trimester, but expect that he’ll be hovering behind you

will be at your beck and call no matter what

is ready to cook up your favorite meals, give you all the hugs and kisses you want, and back rubs and foot massages!

kita shinsuke? best husband and dad-to-be ever :’)

iwaizumi

is actually pretty excited when you told him you were pregnant

doesn’t want you to even lift a single finger even if youre just in your first trimester and not yet showing

“babe, don’t be stupid, i’m here, right? let me take care of you.” it may have sounded harsh, but you knew him well enough to have heard the concern in his voice and how soft his gaze was whenever he looked at you.

makes sure youre eating healthy by cooking all your meals, even meal prepping for you whenever he has work!

he’s absolutely grossed out by your pregnancy cravings. sliced tomatoes with frosting?

iwaizumi would go on an entire spiel talking about how disgusting your cravings are, but will be fetching them for you anyways

comes with you to the mall to buy some things, but he leaves the picking to you, only giving input when asked.

you know he enjoys shopping for the baby’s clothes and toys with you, he just acts indifferent, but you can tell that he cares with how intently he looks at the labels on some of the items - opting for the high quality ones.

already assembled the crib in your room, saying that it’ll be easier for all three of you to bond that way.