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prythianpages · 4 months

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Dandelions | Azriel x Witch Reader

summary: Feyre invites you to Rita's and you drink more than you can handle. Good thing your loving mate is there to take care of you.

warning: implied smut in the beginning, drinking, some fluff

a/n: this is based off this request. Thank you so much for sending! Hope you like it! I tried to incorporate a little bit of everything ♥️ I feel like this can be read as a stand alone imagine. If you're interested in reading more of Az x witch reader, you can find the masterlist here.

“You’re staring.”

Your tone dances on the edge of light teasing as you meet Azriel’s gaze through your vanity mirror. You hook your earrings on and turn, lips curving up into a sly grin.

Azriel doesn’t look away. He’s sitting on the bed and uses his elbows to prop himself up as he leans backwards. His hazel eyes drink you in like a man who’s been deprived of water, appreciating every inch and curve of your form in that short dress of yours.

“How can I not when you’re dressed like that?”

“Like what?” You ask innocently. You miss the incredulous look he sends your way as you bend over to clasps the straps of your heels, inadvertently giving him a lovely view of your breasts.

You’ll be the death of him, he thinks as he sucks in a sharp breath, wondering if he could convince you to stay home tonight. It’s been a month since you accepted the mating bond and the urge to have you and keep you by his side at all times is insatiable.

You struggle with the clasps of your heels, nearly stumbling over your own feet. Azriel rises from the bed and kneels down in front of you, clasping the straps with a graceful ease. His touch lingers on your ankles and he’s well aware of the inviting heat of your body. So are his shadows. They eagerly slither up your legs.

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your calf and then another, following after his shadows. His gentle touch both comforts and thrills you. He smiles against your skin when he feels your skin tingling and tightening with goosebumps.

“Az,” you protest but the small moan that escapes your lips when he kisses his way up to your thigh betrays you. “We’re going to be late.”

“They’re not going to care or notice.” Azriel replies, reluctantly accepting that there’s no way he can convince you to stay in tonight. You’ve barely seen Feyre and tonight was all you could talk about the past couple of days. But he knows he can convince you to stay home just a while longer so he pulls away from your thighs briefly.

The look he gives you as he gazes up at you is downright sinful and you’re melting into his promising warmth.

Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a dance of vibrant colors over the grand venue. Laughter and animated conversations weave through the air along with the pulsating beats resonating from the dance floor. Your smile widens when you spot Feyre and you’re tugging Azriel along with you.

“You’re late!” Feyre quips, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Sorry, I got a little held up,” you reply and then turn to Azriel with a subtle raise of your eyebrows, your eyes silently screaming: “I told you so.”

“I’m not sorry.” Azriel says, wearing a pleased look and you smack his arm in response, prompting a laugh from Feyre.

“Az, my man!” Cassian greets and the liquid in the glass he’s holding spills over slightly.

The two of you are being split into different directions. Cassian, with a playful grin, tugs Azriel to the table they reserved for the night, where Rhysand and Amren sit. Meanwhile, Feyre excitedly guides you toward the dance floor. You ask her where Elain is, noticing she’s the only one missing from your group but she tells you her sister is the one watching Nyx for the night along with Lucien.

Mor, already holding a drink in hand, offers it to you with a wink. You take a sip and immediately grimace at the bitter taste, making her laugh. But she insists for you to chug so you do and before you could dwell on the burn of the harsh liquid in your stomach, Nesta is spinning you into a dance.

Azriel watches you, his eyes alight with a tender affection that paints a soft glow in their hazel depths. A subtle, contented smile graces his lips. You’re laughing and smiling as you dance with the girls–a playful exchange of twirls and spins.

The dress you’re wearing is a delicate cascade of yellow, reminiscent of dandelions in a sunlit meadow and as you twirl and raise your arms, the material of your dress rides up your thighs. He takes pleasure in knowing that if your dress rode up further, it’d reveal the marks he left on your skin earlier.

Rhysand chuckles. He doesn’t need to read Azriel’s mind to know what’s on his mind and as if caught red handed, Azriel turns to his friends.

“Like you weren’t the same way with Feyre,” Cassian retorts playfully.

“As were you, boy.” Amren rolls her eyes. “All of you but I will say that I am surprised Azriel is handling tonight so well.”

Azriel’s eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

With a mischievous glint in her silver eyes, Amren simply raises her glass in your direction and Azriel follows. You’re still dancing with the girls, oblivious to the greedy eyes on you. They linger longer than he likes and when a group of high fae approach you, his shadows are discreetly darting to you while one remains. It curls around his ear and whispers to him and he catches snippets of your conversation. They’re thanking you for a potion they bought from you and he allows himself to relax. But only a little.

“I can’t keep up with her.” Feyre breathes heavily and Rhysand welcomes her to his lap, chuckling at her.

“Your mate is popular.” Nesta comments, smirking when she catches the glare Azriel sends her way.

Azriel lost count of the amount of drinks you’ve had but he knows you're captured in a spell of euphoric bliss when you’re swaying more than usual and the hair you had tied up is now loose around your shoulders. Mor is still with you and to his dismay, so is the small group of high fae that had approached you.

Although he knows Mor is a friend, he can’t help the unsettling feeling in his stomach when she rests her hands on your waist because you’re his and the primal instinct to make his claim and remind everyone of it is strong. He knows it’s the bond and he reminds himself of this when you lean into Mor with a smile. It’s when a dark haired female comes up behind you and her touch lingers longer than needed and brushes in places it shouldn’t that the unsettling feeling slithers into his heart like a green serpent and he loses it.

“Azriel!” You gasp happily and throw your arms around his neck.

Azriel steadies you, placing a hand at your waist in a possessive manner. His attention is on the dark haired female. You’re oblivious to the way his gaze darkens and his eyes narrow at her in a silent warning but you’re not oblivious to the tightening of his muscles.

You rest your hands on his chest, a slight pout on your face. “Why are you so tense?”

“Because she was looking at you like she wanted to fucking devour you.”

“Who?” You pull away slightly to look up at him. Your eyebrows knit together at the bitterness of his tone, even though it’s not directed at you. Then, a laugh escapes from you because the only ones you were dancing with were Mor and the female you just made friends with. “Az, she’s just a friend! Let me introduce you.”

When you turn around, your friend is nowhere in sight. “She was just here…” you murmur with a small frown.

Mor snorts besides you. “y/n, sweetie, she was definitely hitting on you.”

“Oh.”

“I need another drink,” Mor says suddenly. She pats Azriel’s shoulder playfully as she heads toward the bar. “She’s all yours now.”

You’re gleaming with delight at Azriel when he looks back at you. “You were jealous.”

“And that amuses you?” He huffs, pulling you closer to him.

“Yes,” your hands toy with his dress shirt. The uppermost buttons on his dress shirt were left undone and with a bite of your lip, you deviously unbutton more. Your hands are slipping under his shirt with easier access and caressing his chest, following the intricate pattern of his tattoos. A wave of heated desire courses through him at your touch.

“I find it kinda hot. You’re hot. Like really, really hot.”

A flush of warmth paints his cheeks and he’s thankful for the dim lighting. He stands there, with you still in his arms, momentarily speechless because he knows those words would never escape from your sober, bashful lips.

“You’re drunk,” he finally says, a smile curving his lips when you flutter your eyelashes at him in response. Amusement dances in his eyes. “Like really, really drunk.”

You poke a finger at his chest. “Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

The lively tempo of the upbeat music gracefully yields to a more intimate melody. As the first notes echo through the air, your mouth parts in delighted surprise.

“I love this song! Dance with me?”

The excitement in your voice is contagious and before Azriel can respond, you’ve already taken matters into your own hands as they grasp for his. You place one at the small of your back and entwine your fingers with the other.

“I put a spell on you."

"Because you’re mine.”

Your movements are clumsy but Azriel adjusts and guides you effortlessly. The grin on your face deepens as he twirls you, the music weaving a spell around both of you. “Mine, mine. All mine.” You sing to him, your voice joining the rhythm of the song.

As the final notes linger in the air, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “All yours,” he confirms with a loving smile.

You nestle your head onto his shoulder, breathing softly onto his neck. You’re the one who breaks the tender spell of the moment. With a wicked gleam in your eye, you nip at the spot you know is extremely sensitive and his body shudders beneath your bold move.

“y/n.”

You giggle when you see that your lipstick left its imprint on his skin and Azriel senses that tonight will be a long one.

As the night unfolds, more people approach you to thank you for your elixirs and advice. Some of them are your regulars and you excitedly introduce them to Azriel and then they’re buying you both shots. It’s nearly a miracle when he manages to bring you back to the table. You sit on his lap and drape an arm around his neck and he tucks you into his side.

“Is the room spinning or is it just me?” You say as you lazily brush a hand down his exposed chest. “Or is it you, my pretty?”

Unlike the lighting on the dance floor, the chandelier hanging above the table bathes you all in a bright glow, highlighting the blush on Azriel’s flustered face. Laughter erupts from Cassian and Rhysand and Feyre breaks into an amused smile. Until now, she was the only one aware of your flirty nature when drunk...because when you would drink together in the Spring court, she’s been on the receiving end of it.

Shadows are pushing your drink in front of you away from you, replacing it with a glass of water instead. Your fingers are toying with the buttons on his shirt again. “This is such a nice outfit,” you murmur.

“Thank you.” Azriel replies, bringing his drink to his lips.

You lean into his ear to whisper. “It’d look even better if it were on my bedroom floor.”

Azriel nearly chokes on his drink. Water splashes onto Cassian, who sits beside him. He glances between you and Azriel. He takes note of the deepening of Azriel’s blush and then the satisfied smirk on your face.

“Drink some water, y/n.” Azriel says in a slightly breathless, unusually ruffled rush. A wave of relief comes over him when he brings the drink in front of you to your lips and you don’t protest. “You sound a little thirsty.”

“Only for you.”

“Azzy, I’m feeling a little thirsty too.” Cassian teases. He can’t help himself and leans in toward his friend, playfully batting his eyelashes at him.

You’re suddenly enveloped in a sea of green and the unwelcome visitor that had come upon Azriel earlier is now knocking on your door. You don’t like how close Cassian is to Azriel. Your mate. He’s yours and only yours.

“Back off.” You nearly growl.

“Or what?” Cassian challenges, ignoring the kick Nesta gives his leg under the table in warning.

“Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble–”

“Hey Az, your mate is putting a curse on me.”

“I’m her mate, not her master,” Azriel replies with a casual shrug of his shoulders. “y/n is free to do as she pleases.”

He knows you well enough to know that the words you are spewing are nothing but nonsense. A means to scare Cassian and he takes delight in the flicker of panic he sees flash in his friend's eyes.

“Can you at least tell her to stop staring at me like that?” Cassian nearly whines, avoiding your eyes when they darken at him.

When Azriel turns to you, your eyes are back to normal and softened with a sweetness that melts his heart. “I’m not doing anything,” you say coyly and Azriel finds the pout on your face unbearingly adorable.

“Stop being a baby, Cas.”

Azriel nearly has to drag you out of Rita’s. There’s only so much teasing and flirting he can take from you and he welcomes the cool breeze of the night as soon as you both step outside. With a sigh, he effortlessly hoists you over his shoulder.

“Let’s go home, love.”

He pauses at the giggle that escapes from you. “What is it?”

“I have a perfect view of your ass from here.”

Azriel shifts you from being over his shoulders to cradling you gently in his arms instead. You hum in content and raise your hand to brush against the face you adore so much. “Still a lovely view.”

“Better I hope?” He quips.

“I don’t know,” you muse with a teasing gleam in your eye. “Your ass is pretty nice too.”

“You’re going to regret this tomorrow.” Azriel huffs a laugh as he takes you home.

He’s grateful that you live only a couple of blocks away from Rita’s. He’s opening the door to your home only a couple minutes later, greeting your cat, Binx, who is lounging on your couch with a smile. Binx’s curious eyes take in your state and Azriel swears the cat winks at him.

Azriel carries you all the way to your room, using his foot to nudge the door open. He carefully places you on your bed before turning to the set of drawers. He grabs some clothes for you both to change into and when he turns to face you again, you’re curled onto your side and snoring softly.

His heart warms at the sight.

He gently slides your dress off of you, replacing it with something comfier--one of his shirt’s. He unclasps the straps of your heels and then removes your earrings. He wipes away your makeup with a dampened towel, knowing that if he doesn’t, you’d wake up with irritated skin.

Finally, after making sure you’re comfortable, he slips under the blankets. You stir and although your mind is hazy from the alcohol and drowsiness, your body still seeks out the comfort of his warmth.

“I can’t believe you're really all mine.” You murmur softly as you cuddle up to him.

He buries his head into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender he’s so fond of. He closes his eyes and smiles. He still can’t believe you’re all his either.

Another glorious morning greets you, the sun glaring brightly through your thin curtains. Your mouth feels extremely dry and a thin layer of sweat forms over your skin. The arm around your waist tightens in response to your movement. You’re shifting in the bed, turning to face Azriel.

His eyes are closed yet the subtle upward curve of his lips confirms he’s awake. “Good morning, love.”

“There’s nothing good about this morning,” you groan.

Your entire body is aching and as you stretch your sore muscles, a sudden wave of nausea hits you like a ton of bricks. You're slipping under Azriel’s hold and running to your bathroom. He follows after you, brushing your hair away and holding it back for you as you hurl all the contents from your stomach.

You lean your head against the marble cabinet near the toilet, reveling in its cool touch. “Please never let me drink like that again.”

“I quite liked drunk y/n,” Azriel teases as he helps you up to your feet. He hands you your toothbrush and leans against the doorway with his arms crossed. “She’s bold.”

All your blood rushes to your cheeks. You meet his gaze through the mirror. Bold can mean many things and as you try to remember the events from last night, you’re coming up blank. “What did I say?”

“You nearly cursed Cas,” Azriel replies. He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as he says his next words but the mischief reflected in his eyes contradict his casual demeanor. “And you said my ass is nice.”

Azriel watches you, savoring the role reversal as now you’re the one in a flustered state. You push past him with your hands on your face–a futile attempt to cover your mortified expression. You walk back into your bedroom.

“Why are your clothes all over the floor?”

Azriel normally places his worn clothes in the hamper that sits in the corner of your room but in his haste to take care of you, he carelessly threw them on the floor. He smirks, taking advantage of the perfect opportunity to tease you further.

“Because you said they’d look better there than on me.”

“Fire burn and cauldron boil me.”

a/n: when writing this, I was listening to the song I Put a Spell on You and I found that there's another version of the song that Austin Giorgio sings called You Put a Spell on Me and it's very Az coded in this au. Imagine him singing it you 😩

tagging: @fxckmiup

#azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #azriel x witch!reader #azriel imagines #acotar x reader #acotar imagines #azriel fluff #az!dandelions

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saturnville · 2 months

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torture, major john egan

pairing: major john "bucky" egan + black!fem!oc (amelia egan)s

content: John is interrogated in Germany.

an: y'all...part 6 of mota....tore me up. spoilers ahead. let's talk about this part! comment, reblog, and send asks!

gif: @olympain

tags: to maintain your place on the taglist, you're expected to interact! @turn-thy-paige @neeville @ineedafictionalman @ihe4rtisa @lovebyceleste

“Married?”

Silence. The air was tense. How could it not be? An American soldier had been captured in the swamps of German territory, beaten like a mule, and whipped like a Roman traitor. Just outside of his line of vision, he saw the bodies of soldiers and civilians drug across the gravel lot. An American soldier had been captured in the swamps of German territory and questioned like a federal criminal by a German pilot who grinned like a cashmere cat; evil and conniving. Silence.

The German interrogator, Hausmann, chuckled dryly and hovered his pen over the sheet of paper under his arm.“From what I hear, I assume you are unmar—“

“I have a wife,” he answered gruffly after some time. A lovely wife, at that. Full of love and affection, mercy and kindness. He missed her dearly. He kept a photo of her in his breast pocket but was too fearful of the damage to look at it.

His throat felt thick like maple syrup running down the stump of a tree. His jaw shook as he inhaled the lit cigarette. He pushed the smoke out of his nose.

Hausmann hummed. “Yes, Amelia. Amelia Mae Egan, correct?”

John leaned forward. How the hell did he know that? He clenched his teeth. The tips of his ears reddened.

The interrogator nodded, his eyebrow-raising in amusement at the pilot’s demeanor shift. John saw the wheels turning in the man's head. In frustration, he ashed the cigarette and dropped his hand against the desk with a thud. The blonde interrogator met John's blue eyes.

“Sorry, Major, I had to ask for documentation. She’s a beautiful woman. I didn’t think these kinds of…couplings were common in America. They aren’t here.” Gasket blown.

“I’m sorry, I’m a little confused,” John hissed. His voice raised an octave which caused the interrogator to jump slightly.``You asked if I was married, and I said yes. I don’t see the point you’re trying to make here, but I’m sure it isn't a part of your freakin’ protocol. Keep my wife out of it.”

Hausmann raised his hands in defense and laughed lightly. John failed to find the joke. His patience wore thin. “Easy, Major Egan. I meant no harm. But um, I have to say, you are making this harder than it needs to be. I simply would like to talk to you, so, I’ll ask you again…”

The words went over his head. His mind spiraled out of control. He had never seen this man in his life yet he knew of his personal life? He knew of Amelia. His precious Rose. He knew of his relationship with Buck, and he was holding it in front of him like a treat for an animal. Is that how he was viewed? As a rabid animal who went killing people like it was a sport?

No, that wasn’t the case at all. He was nothing but a soldier trying to defend his country. If there was another way to solve the issue, who would he be to decline the proposition? And this…this was the punishment for it? His dignity, his life, and his purpose were all questioned by a man who was no better than he was. It was torture.

John’s tongue scraped the roof of his mouth as he lifted his eyes from the papers littered across the desk. Planes crashed. Soldiers lost. His wife at home, clueless about what had gone on. She was unaware if he was alive or dead. Hell, he had no clue where his fate lay either. Would there even be an opportunity to hear her voice again? He could only pray.

He blinked away the tears that pooled in his eyes. Once again, he stated, “John Egan. Major…” Torture indeed.

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lacedinlucilfer · 2 years

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Tokyo Revengers + Them sneaking in your window / part I

Part I / Part II

Cw: Hanma being sexual, nothing else.

Includes: Reader x Hanma, Reader x Mikey, Reader x Smiley, Reader x Rindou.

Description: Exactly what the title says, all character are over the age of 18, despite this being a mostly sfw piece.

Notes: I made MYSELF fall in love with Smiley.

Rindou

“Quit pulling.” Rindou gritted his teeth in response to the way you were pulling at the sleeves of his muted light blue hoodie. He could have swore you were actually trying to get him killed with how you kept tugging at him while he tried to hoist himself over the window sill. Your eagerness was adorable, it was something he has always admired about you, but if you didn’t stop, he was sure that he was a dead man. “Okay, Okay. Just hurry up!” You backed away from your boyfriend, rushing him in a hushed tone. Every once in awhile you would glance back towards your door, prepared to shove him back out the window the moment someone came knocking. Rindou swung his second leg over the window sill and slipped inside your room, being immediately greeted with your grabbing hands all over him. “Y/n!” He hissed in response, trying to fix his glasses before his lips were sealed in a needy kiss, impatience getting the better of you. How could you resist your grumpy boyfriend when he made such cute faces?

Hanma

“Missed me?”, he was already teasing you and he wasn’t even in your room yet, tossing his legs over your window sill and finding his footing on your cozy rug. “Sorry about being late, Kisaki needed to run a few things by me. It was hard to pay attention to anything he said, all I could think about was getting my hands all over you and taking-.” You rushed forward and covered his mouth in a panick, face starting to burn. “Don’t say things like that, idiot.” You muttered, meeting his eyes that twinkled with mischief and satisfaction. Hanma enjoyed nothing more than teasing you and watching the way you squirmed in response, he never got sick of the way you would scold and shush him. You slowly pulled your hand away from his mouth, glancing back at your bedroom door. “My parents would disown me if they saw you here, so don’t cause any trouble Shuji.” Hanma smiled down at you, enjoying the risk of the situation and the way you were still avoiding his gaze. “I can’t promise you anything, baby.”

Mikey

Mikey barely said a word as he crawled into your window, eyes drooping as he dragged his feet across your carpet. “Mikey-,” you weren’t even able to get a word out before he collapsed into your arms, both of you falling back onto the bed. This was the real Manjiro Sano, you knew that as well as Draken and Emma did. He acted tough in front of his gang, playing the role of the invincible Mikey, but you knew that he was secretly just a big old baby. “Tired?” You cooed softly, running your fingers into his fluffy blonde locks. He answered you with a small nod, arms finding their way around your waist and pulling you tight to his chest, burying his own face in your neck. Nights like these, you didn’t actually get to talk or catch up with your delinquent boyfriend, but you didn’t mind. He needed the sleep and you were more than willing to keep him comfortable while he dozed off in your warm embrace. “My big baby.”

Smiley

You shushed your boyfriend as he grinned at you through squinted eyes, holding your favorite stuffed bunny by its ears. “Nahoya!” You snatched your precious plushy away from his grabby hands, holding it to your chest. “Can you chill for one moment? And stop beating up my stuffed animals when I walk out of the room.” Smiley continued to beam at you, watching the way you carefully began to rearrange your stuffed animals back into position. “That one looked at me funny, I had to show him who runs shit.” You once again glared at him, unimpressed by his vulgarity. “No he didn’t, these are my babies. They’re our babies.” You climbed onto your bed to finish putting them back in their spots, Smiley approaching and leaning over them. “Oh, well I gotta toughen em up. It’s a cruel world out there.” He began to reach for one and you were quick to block his arm. “No you don’t! They are babies, and will always be babies.” You used your body to block them, scooting in front of him so he couldn’t grab at them. Smiley couldn’t help but get a kick out of teasing you, he thought it was cute how protective you were over your plushies. “This one looks like a natural born fighter.” His arm attempted to go around you a final time, motioning towards your frog plush. “Smiley!”, You grabbed onto his arm, pulling him forward onto the bed and trying to wrestle him away from the stuffed animals you had just fixed. He began to laugh a bit as he easily overpowered you, pushing you down onto the blankets. The small wrestling match was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door and both you and your orange haired boyfriend exchanged a panicked look.

#smiley x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #hanma x reader #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers rindou #mikey #manjir sano #hanma shuji

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 11 months

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♤RAMPAGE♤

Episode 1: ♤AGGRESSIVE♤

{WHERE a young teen screams out her aggression with heavy death metal for a boy she barely knows.}

[Warnings: Yandere Aqua, will add more Warnings later.]

《AGGRESSIVE: Pursuing one's aims and interests forcefully, sometimes unduly so.》

♤

Aquamarine Hoshino was a strange type of person...

He was a liar, a scoundrel at best.

Yet he was a young man. With simple and unhinged desires.

Meeting you didn't change that.

What attracted him to you like a bear to honey? Was it your sweet smile and compliance? Or your features that made him feel like he was gonna melt into a puddle?

"Uh-umm, you okay?" Your voice captures his attention as you gave him an awkward smile.

"Yes." The blonde replied smoothly as he watched you nod unsurely.

"You were talking about how you felt bad for not getting in the assignment for one of your classes, right?"

You look at him blankly... Then, eruptly bang your head against your desk. Comically, whining as your female friend, laughs at you robotically.

"It's not funny!!" You cry fruitlessly.

Aqua studied you like a new breed of animal.

You weren't much of an attention bringer, yet so ordinary to the eye, while also being so secretive and polite.

People wanted to be close to you, good or bad.

He was one of those people.

Aqua believed it was possible that you held that 'star-power' that he, Ruby, and his mother had.

And you did.

But instead of showcasing it to the world with pride. You kept to yourself, going as far as tl screaming your lungs out a simple karaoke room across town.

Aqua.. Wanted to see you shine like Ai. But the selfish part of him relished the simplicity of your relationship with him.

Of course, it was held together by thinly veiled lies. But not so detrimental to his plans.

Deceiving had become easy, was this how Ai felt when she showed her "love"?

Aqua would never know. Yet he yearned to, one day.

"Hey, (Y/N)? Wanna join us for drinks at a new cafe we found?"

Aqua narrows his eyes slightly at your male friend. His blushing and humble appearance ticks the blonde off.

"Maybe it'll help you keep your mind off it?"

You groan miserably at your friend.

Aqua, used to this, expected you to decline. Yet raised your head and sighed.

Don't tell him you were considering-!

"Maybe another time.. You guys should go.. Lunch is almost over.." You mumble distracted and off into your own world.

"See you guys.."

You don't bother to get up as you shove your face back on the desk.

Your male friend eyes you worriedly as he says goodbye while your female friend taps something on her phone. Before glancing at you and Aqua.

"You'll get over it," she said simply, "you always do.." She sighed agitatedly before leaving the classroom too.

"She could of been a little nicer.." You grumble before leaning your back against the chair, a calm sigh leaving your lips as you pull out your school book.

"Hey.."

You look away from your task, giving your sorta, new, school friend, attention.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"If you need help studying, maybe you should-"

"Please don't give me advice," you said sweetly.

Ah.. He could tell your rage was rising.

Good.

"Sorry," he mutters, looking away.

Noticing his aloofness, you quickly scramble up an apology for him.

"Wait! I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean it!"

You try to back-track your words.

"It's just.. I'm suprised, you didn't really give advice.. So.."

"You think I'm not wise?" Aqua acted offended as you squeak and raise your hands, hoping for mercy.

"No-!"

"You know.. You can just ask the teacher for easier work." Aqua said in a monotone voice, hiding his smile as he sees your composure slightly crack.

"HAH... FUNNY JOKE." You grit out, your lips pulled together into a gummy smile.

Alright, Aqua knew when to quit, and he rather be kept in your good graces... For the mean time.

"I wanted to ask you something.." Aqua said seriously, his bright blue eyes giving off a small gleam.

You look at him expectedly and curious, capturing your full attention once more.

"Yeah..?"

You huff, exasperated at the end of the day. Your normal shoes padding down the pavement calmly as you stride with a purpose.

Finding yourself in front of a familiar Kareoke Club, the clerk nods to you.

"Party of one?"

...

Typing in the numbers to the kareoke machine, you take a single breath.

"WHAT. THE. HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL~!!!!!"

♤

{Hi! So.. This will be a slight mini project for me, and I would love for some feedback and such! Comments and art are always appreciated! Thank you!]

(Ps: The Ai Hoshino series is on my Qoutev.}

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melodygatesauthor · 9 months

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Role Reversal

Subby Blue Jones X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @campingwiththecharmings

written and uploaded from my phone so please forgive any errors in formatting, grammar or spelling!

Kinks - Good Boy + Master and Slave (I didn’t do great with the Master/Slave relationship but there’s def some sub/dom elements, sorry!)

Summary

Head orderly Blue Jones prides himself on having all the control in the asylum…except when it comes to one patient…you. He wants you to make him cry, beg, and lose his mind like all the patients in his asylum.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, dacryphilia, crying, Blue is a crybaby (as he should be), asylum Blue, subby blue, dom/sub relationship, ruined orgasm (sort of), pussy eating

Word Count: 856

“Please, please…just let me fucking come,” Blue growled through his clenched teeth.

Who would’ve known that the big bad head orderly liked when the pretty patient in cell D4 edged him until he was begging? His cock was red at the tip and leaking all over the tile floor in front of where he knelt. You tsked, leaning down so you were eye level with him, looking into his tear-stained face.

“Are you so pathetic that you need me to touch you to come? You’re making mess all over the floor you’re so fucking hard. Can’t you just let yourself go for me? You always talk a big game.” You hummed patronizingly, “I thought you were a good boy.”

He struggled against the restraints keeping his arms pinned behind his back. He couldn’t move his legs either, having them connected to his wrist straps, leaving him completely at your mercy. He let out a heavy sob, to which you watched his cock bob in response. He whined a lot, but deep down he loved being so desperate for release he couldn’t hold back his tears.

You stepped forward, bare cunt level with his gaze. He looked at it hungrily, licking his lips like an animal ready for a meal. He looked up at you, and then back at your mound. He knew what you wanted; he knew the price he had to pay for your touch.

“Go ahead, convince me you deserve it.”

He nodded, breathless and pathetic, before leaning into your pussy lips, licking a stripe upward and flicking over your clit. You groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in, feeling his tongue slide deeper toward your hole.

“F-fuck,” you breathed, grinding your cunt over his lips and nose, “your face is so perfect, so perfect for this pussy baby Blue. You were made for me weren’t you?”

You looked down at him, seeing his glossy eyes peering back at you over your mound while he slurped noisily. You bit your lip, feeling his tongue working masterfully to reach you toward your climax.

“That’s it, goddamnit…f-fuck,” you gasped feeling the way the tip of his nose slid over your clit while the smooth end of his tongue prodded at your entrance.

He started moving his head around more, nodding and brushing his face along your folds. You pushed him down further, wondering for a split second if he was struggling to breathe before deciding that you didn’t care, because you were close. You hoped that he could feel the way your clit swelled as your orgasm approached; that his cock was aching and painful with how hard he was…how desperate.

“Mm, shit, Blue…such a bad man you are, hurting all those little girls in the asylum, oh-shit…but how many of them know what a needy boy you are? Hm?” You taunted, looking down at him.

“Mm,” he hummed, looking up at you with his eyes still glossed over, and cheeks flush with humiliation.

You gasped as he rolled his tongue over your burning nub once again, feeling your legs beginning to tremble. You bit your lip, still keeping a firm grip on the back of his head while he slobbered over your mound even more. He flicked his tongue faster, and brushed his nose harder, bringing you right to the edge.

“Oh-ohgodohgodoh—!”

You pulled him in closer as your cunt contracted in waves, dripping your juices down his chin. He moaned deeply, louder than you’d heard him sound before, lips vibrating over your skin. Your entire body was trembling, knees so weak you thought you might fall over. As you came down from your high, you brought your gaze to his, stepping back and admiring how wet and glossy his lips and chin looked.

“Beautiful,” you said with a heavy sigh. You noticed his cock, still screaming for attention as it bobbed and leaked between his legs.

You knelt down, sliding over him until the head of his cock was nestled between your folds, right below your clit. He looked up at you, bottom lip quivering slightly. You kissed him, his mouth still coated in your slick arousal. You moved your hips, gliding his length along your slit, teasing the tip at your entrance but never giving him the satisfaction of plunging into your heat.

“Please, for fuck’s sake. I gave you what you fucking wanted you whore, now fuck me,” he said in a low growl.

“Ooh,” you tsked, “and you think talking to me like that will get you anywhere?”

You started grinding on his needy shaft even faster, feeling it swell as he got closer to losing it.

“I want to fucking come in your little pussy, please,” he begged harder, fresh tears wetting his cheeks as he did.

You wouldn’t have had time to give him what he asked for even if you’d wanted to. With a choked whimper he came, hot ropes of cum shooting upward from where his cock rested between your folds, hitting both your stomachs. You bit your lip and smiled down at him, kissing his sweaty forehead.

“Maybe next time baby Blue…”

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givemeonereason · 24 days

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Meditations: First, the Friend and then, the Son

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Photo Credit: Here

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Rating: SO MANY FEELS

Plot: Krillin seeks out Gohan to get some more information about the girl who lost her "Piccolo." A warmth between friends and family.

A/N: Hello, and thank you for patiently waiting for me to write up this next installment. I kept saying I was writing and I kept pushing it aside. Depression is so real and writers burn out is really real too. I think I just overdid it.

I'm so excited and happy that this series has taken off. Seems like there really is an audience for Piccolo. And he deserves it! I'll keep it going for as long as the story needs it. Tall, green, and handsome love for all.

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The police speeder came to an abrupt halt outside Son Gohan estate.

When Krillin gingerly unhooked his regulation helmet and hung it from the handlebars of his unit, the elderly man who was tending to flowers in the garden was swiftly walking towards the main house.

After he disappeared through a side door a kind-looking, middle-aged woman came out to greet him.

"Good morning, sir." She bowed her head politely. "To what do we owe the pleasure of the local law enforcement?"

The formality of the situation made Krillin perk up his shoulders. "Sorry, ma'am I need to speak with Gohan. Do you know if he's around?"

"I believe he is in the library." She turned on her heel. "Please follow me."

What seemed like an endless amount of stairs for a pair of small legs, the door to the library was ajar. Gohan was buried among several piles of books, a laptop, and three mugs, which presumably had an unknown concoction of caffeine.

"Gohan." Krillin called out to him as he walked towards the desk, but Gohan only pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He scribbled vigorously at the notepad before him.

"Gohan?" Krillin repeated with a little more oomph. Gohan began to mumble to himself.

with the help of prefectural flora cultivation, this can provide direct resources to the habitat of-

"Gohan! Snap out of it."

Gohan shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times while readjusting his thick black frames. "Whoa, Krillin I didn't see you there."

"Obviously..." Krillin rolled his eyes.

"Gosh, how long have you been here." Gohan finished the sentence he was muttering and almost stabbed the notepad when he poked the paper at the period.

"Well, I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now."

"Okay, I'm sorry I'm on the verge of a breakthrough here." He picked up a large blue mug and took a swig, only to spit it back into the glass. His face contorted when he tried to wipe his tongue on his sleeve.

Krillin had picked up a book nearest him and flipped through a few pages. "Cognitive Ecology of Pollination: Animal Behaviour and Floral Evolution." Too many words. He set the book back down and crossed his arms. "This might be out of left field, but have you seen Piccolo lately?"

"Not today, no."

"No, I just mean recently. There is something fishy is going on. I don't know if you know about the girl?"

"There's a girl?" Gohan took a sip from a different mug garnished with a Satan City logo. He set that one down quickly. "Did Piccolo do something to a girl? I'm not sure I understand."

"That's what I'm trying to find out." Krillin took a seat in a wooden car adjacent to the large desk. "This is going to sound odd. Considering we've seen and experienced some very odd things in the past, this one is hard to place when it comes to weird."

Krillins folded his hands and relaxed his shoulders. "Well, here goes. Long story short; I got a report of a girl screaming on a hillside about an instrument. When I went to investigate the girl said she lost her piccolo. I put two and two together and figured she might be talking about our Piccolo. So when I went to The Hideout to ask Piccolo about this girl, he got defensive and said he did something to her. And I think he couldn't forgive himself, or I don't remember fine details."

Gohan sat for a few moments in silence thinking. "Do you know this girl?"

"Never met her a day in my life...until I spoke with her."

Gohan scratched at his hairline, pushing the rouge tuft of hair out of his face only for it to fall back down towards his eyes. "Piccolo hasn't said anything to me about a woman." His shoulders were undulated with confusion.

Before Gohan could circle the same conclusion, he spoke again. "Whatever it is, he seems to care enough about this girl. You know him. He's a pretty unfazed guy. Very serious. Not too emotional, or softish. You know what I mean."

Gohan reached out for the last mug on the desk, hesitating before grabbing the handle. He stared down at the contents swirling around in contemplation and decided against it. The mug clanked against the desk surface as Krillin's pleaded with him.

"I was kind of wondering if you would go talk to him? He practically demanded I leave The Hideout when I pressed the issue. If he's going to talk to anyone it's got to be you. You're practically his son."

The last bit made Gohan chuckle. "I don't know Krillin. If he didn't want to talk about it, maybe we should just leave it alone."

Krillin stood up and walked towards Gohan. "Could you just at least try. If he doesn't open up to you then I'll let it go, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Gohan stood up, pressing his palms against the armrests of his chair. "I'll go to talk to him tomorrow morning. I'll call you when I get back."

Krillin smiled widely. "Thanks Gohan. I just think, you know, he does.. has done so much for us that we can try and help him too sometimes. Even if he says he doesn't want it."

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When the morning light touched the western side of The Hideout, Gohan walked through the threshold Piccolos room. “Hey, Piccolo.”

Piccolo turned towards the similarly dressed young man, putting down the small, leather bound book in his hands on the small desk beside him. “Gohan, what brings you here this early.”

Gohan stretched his arms, his elbow popping loud enough to warrant a light echo. He laughed with some embarrassment. “Well, I guess I’m just a little rusty. I was wondering if we could spar?”

The upturned smirk told all Gohan needed to know before the two of them were passing blows hovering over the ground far below them.

One after the other, fists flying, blocking, dodging, power surging. Time was passing as the sun arched across the sky, but it only felt like moments. The adrenaline of the fight.

When Gohan began to tire slightly he landed a singular hit that propelled Piccolo back that anyone with even the best eyesight wouldn’t have seen. The super Sayain gives his all in the last throes of battle.

Piccolo gathered his equilibrium, and wiped the blood staining his lip against his forearm. He laughed as he landed on the grass below them. “You say you’re rusty, but you still got it, kid. You just got to put your mind to it.” He gently patted Gohan’s head, shaking his hair lightly.

Gohan plopped down to the ground and lay sprawling, taking in breaths. Piccolo sat down near him cross-legged. "I still think you have it in you to be the strongest, Gohan. But you've got a family now and your studies. You have more important battles to fight than just with your fists."

Gohan put his hands behind the back of his head. "I get discouraged sometimes. Everyone chastizes me for not keeping up with training. I'm 'a shame to the Sayain race,' or 'If only he could have---'" He shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder if Dad is still proud of me, even if my progress is strictly academic." He pondered on the thought. "It really doesn't matter, does it? Between Dad and Vegta there won't be anyone as strong. There won't be anyone who can't save the world." He looked over at Piccolo. "You're pretty strong too Piccolo."

Piccolo let out a deep, humph. "You are still stronger than me. And I only get involved when I am needed."

"Right. Why should we constantly have to be ready for a threat that might never come?"

"They always do."

Gohan sighed, closing his eyes. "Well, if they need me I will always be there. I won't let anything happen to anyone. Not after all the things we faced before."

The subtle sounds of nature became more apparent with this silence. The shallow sounds of breathing between them. Piccolo looked off into the near distance, his voice calm and relaxed. "If it accounts for anything, I am very proud of the man you've become."

Arms were tightly wrapped around. "Thank you for never giving up on me Piccolo."

Piccolo smiled to himself as Gohan sat down next to him. "I've been meaning to ask you something. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"A what?" Piccolo's voice turned deep again with seriousness.

"A girlfriend. You know, someone who you like and date." The look in Gohan's eyes was hopeful and sweet.

Tch- "I know what a girlfriend is. Why are you asking me this?"

"Well, Krillin stopped by and---"

"Not this again. Did that small man send you to do his bidding?"

Gohan got up and followed Piccolo when he began to walk away. He shouted, "I told him to stay out of it."

Gohan picked up his pace to meet the Namekian. "I don't even understand what Krillin was saying. But I wish you would just tell me what's going on. If not, you know he's going to get my dad involved."

Piccolo stopped and grunted. His arms crossed in defiance. Anything but Goku getting involved. Piccolo will NEVER hear the end of this. And if Goku makes a big deal out of this, it's everyone's problem.

But it's just his problem.

He stood quiet and tense. Gohan stood beside him stretching his legs and preparing to leave for home.

"I--" He started and stopped.

Hmmm, Gohan turned towards him.

"I don't even know how it happened. She came out of nowhere. Day after day, she prodded me with questions about myself. She sat with me as I meditated. She wasn't frightened of me." Piccolo was speaking so fervently and fastidiously that he was almost out of breath. "And I didn't know why or what to do. So I tried to show her that she shouldn't be so curious. I tried to scare her. I tried to stop her from coming around." His arms were tight against his chest. His chin pressed down into his collarbone.

Gohan watched Piccolo in awe. He's never seen this man act in such a way. The sorrow within the tightness of his shut eyes. The deep purple across his cheeks. Piccolo usually being a towering man, now pulling inward at his middle.

Gohan reached out and hugged him again. "Okay..." He looked at Piccolo, who bent his shoulders, which would normally be difficult to see over his shoulder pads. "Okay." Gohan's hand on Piccolo's forearm. His voice was so sweet and kind. "What did you do to scare her?"

Piccolo only took a deep breath. His booming voice was now almost a whisper. "I picked her up and took her in the air, flying. I flew and made myself out to be like another version of myself. I tried to make myself into King Piccolo." He's bent over near Gohan's shoulder, and Gohan lets him rest his forehead. "I made myself into something worth being frightened by. I didn't want her to trust so easily because she can easily become fodder like so many others have." His voice was almost nonexistent. "I could have killed her."

"But you didn't kill her, right?"

Piccolo shook his head. "But I could have."

"You didn't though. Sure, you could have maybe got your point across in a different way, but she's alright, right?"

"The look of terror in her eyes. The tears. I don't know why-- why I went--"

Gohan could hear the choked sobs before he pushed Piccolo back to face him. "Piccolo, I have known you my whole life and I've never seen you like this. You're like a whole different person. Usually, you're a very reserved guy, but I know these types of feelings. You must care a great deal for this girl. You're beating yourself up over the smallest thing." Piccolo kept his eyes closed shut, but his head lifted slightly, his arms relaxing as much as he could muster. "Hey, at least you don't explode or anything. You don't resort to your power because a lady is hurt or in danger. Blame it on the Sayain blood.”

Piccolo tried to straighten up and fix his posture. He wiped the tears that escaped from his eyes against his sleeve. Swallowing down his feelings deep into his chest.

“Piccolo, you’re allowed to have feelings like everyone else. Look at Dad, he’s an alien and he’s insane half the time.” Gohan laughed. “It’s okay to care about something for once. I know you care about me, about my family. But you can also care about something for yourself. If you care that deeply about this girl then I think you should talk to her. I think you should set things right between the two of you. Even if nothing comes of it and you just get closure.” Gohan pointed to Piccolo’s chest, pressing down into the fabric of the Namekian’s purple Gi. “If for all of us, but just for you.”

Gohan turned and started to walk away, calling over his shoulder. “You don’t need to bare the weight of this on your own. We’re always here for you. This is just a different type of fight.” He began hovering over the ground. “I have to get home before Videl gets angry.” He laughed. “Responsibilities.”

Piccolo could he his voice fading as he flew away. “All you have to do is try, Piccolo.”

Piccolo stood there, silent. The weight in his chest was still heavy. Do I care about this woman this greatly? He pressed his palm firmly against his chest, his cape flittering in the wind behind him. A heart beating strong behind his fingers. Is this love or understanding?

What I was once so sure about, I am at a loss.

Who do I want to be now?

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hollowfyshunsuikubo · 8 months

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Personal AOT HCs

AN: My best friend started me on this anime purely because they thought I’d like Erwin. They were right of course but the lore elements are cool too. (Please take this peace offering before my very long Bleach x reader ily)

Featuring: As many as I can fit.

Contains: NSFW, Crack, fluff, a lil angst

MINORS DNI I WILL CONTACT YOUR PARENTS.

Hange can sleep anywhere. Like. Anywhere. Moblit has found her sleeping in/on: tables, roofs, a horse, a wild horse, a tree, in a hole, on the stairs, upside down from her ODM gear, and once in Levi’s office.

Onyankapon tries so hard to be a Cool Uncle but ends up coming off like a Weed Fuckboy Chill Cousin. He's also really good at chess.

Erwin liked to adopt little stray cats. HQ was always full of them- little kittens, Mama cats, grumpy old street veterans with ear nicks and scars. He loves them hard enough for them to miss him when he's gone.

Levi hated the cats but sometimes pet them. In his grief after Erwin died he sent them all away to good homes. A tiny little kitten remained hidden in Erwins old room and ate scraps for two months before Levi found it. He kept that single one. It has blue eyes.

Sasha has an incredibly high metabolism, which is why she eats so much. She needs protein and carbs constantly. If she got enough, she'd be twice as strong and Reiner and would benchpress Mike for fun.

Connie shaved his head until some girl mentioned he'd look hot with soft curls. THEN he started growing it out a little.

Jean is so devoted to Mikasa he doesn't sleep with anyone else. Well, there was that really weird night with that guy, but that doesn't count... right.

Eren is both so homophobic and so ally it's hard to tell that he's bisexual.

Armin has the biggest library. Erwin, for some random reason, left him all his books. Levi didn't contest that. In some books, Erwin even left little annotations- speaking even though he is gone. Armin flips through the pages often, wondering if the Commander he didn't know so well would have ever seen him as a son, if he had lived.

Yelena doesn't know who's right or wrong, a lot of the time. She agrees with Eren, people should pay. But the lives that will be lost... is war really worth it? She sits up at night with a drink and a cigarette glaring at the moon, wondering if her ideals are placed in the wrong people. But never once does she defect or speak out.

I'd like to think in their vulnerable moments, Mikasa and Annie sneak out together after the Rumbling. They sit under the stars and train for a little. They end up covered in bruises. Annie admits she's sorry. Mikasa admits she is too. They keep fighting, because what else is there now?

Historia cares for her child, but can't look at her daughter. She sees to much of what she wished she had, too much of a life she was denied. She loves her little daughter, but can't help but resent her too. Historia is scared she'll end up like her mother, and pushes all of it down.

Before he died, Beretoldt thought about how his life was going to save another person's life, but in the back of his mind he wished he could see his parents one last time. He was, after all, only a child.

Reiner went to therapy, once. He cried and cried and cried. He hasn't gone back, but his mind feels better. He can finally sit down and put his life into reasonable order. He misses Porco, oddly enough. He misses being told the truth and seen as just a man.

Annie misses the feeling of her Titan. If you asked her, she'd say it's like a puzzle piece is missing, a warm embrace ripped from her. Her crystal was the last thing from her Titan that felt like a home. She'd say it's like missing the skin of your back because you peeled it off. She'd say it's a longing. But she doesn't talk, not often now.

When Eren and Mikasa fucked off to Switzerland, they had a ball of a time. Mikasa got really good at cooking, Eren finally learned to chill the fuck out, and of course: geese. Lots of geese.

Floch, weirdly enough, unlike Jean, has a lot of sexual experience. The girls he sleeps with says he's a damnable bastard in person, but actually kind of sweet in bed. Sure he's rough but he makes sure they like it. He has four bastard children and he's very, very proud.

Sasha and Connie would sometimes just fight with long sticks. Hey Siri, play "Duel of The Fates" I should write for Star Wars they got really good at it.

Eren and Floch had a one night stand. Yelena walked in on them halfway through and laughed so hard they stopped. It's never happened again, but Yelana likes to hint at it.

Zeke often just fucking. Sits there. He'll just be brooding and he'll zone back in and what the fuck it's been three hours why didn't anyone tell me. He likes his beard as well, he doesn't like to shave it because he's got a bit of a baby face, and he even has a comb specifically for grooming it. He gets bitches too. He's a big fan of pussy eating btw. Really, really big.

Historia knows what a strap is. No she will not tell anyone but they KNOW it was Ymir. A bad influence even after her goddamn death.

Gabi wakes up screaming some nights, begging for it to stop, begging to be able to go back, to not do what she did. Falco tries to comfort her, but some nights, all she can say is "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry Sasha." Connie, sometimes, hears this. He gets... Angry. And sad too, knowing that Gabi was just a kid, indoctrinated and brainwashed, and that her regrets equal his own.

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rockkal · 6 months

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HOMESTUCK BEYOND CANON NEXT UPD8(s) PREDICTIONS (I'm delusional, btw) /SHITPOST

We get to see Jack Noir be a pathetic little meow meow and has depression because he's too busy working at the mine coal to see his wife

The Felt come into the screen, also somehow snowman, and they all say "We voted for Obama" (this is very important homestuck lore, btw)

Brand new character called HEROIN ADDICT is introduced. Son of Karkat and Dave. Has a brother named John Egbert Strider Vantas

Clover flirts with Jane and gets sent to the weed dungeon. And not like the good weed. I mean like the weed that really feels like shit

Jake becomes new leader of the Felt and Crowbar becomes his dad (Crowbar dad AU, write that down, it'll be on the test)

We get to see Death, the character, talk with ULT Dirk and he brang along the Midnight Crew, Mom Lalonde B1 and Dad egbert because he thinks they're cool (also, Mom Lalonde and Dad Egbert kiss a lot in death's office and have tea and buscuits with the Midnight Crew)

CALIBORN COMES FOR A SINGLE PANEL AND MAKES JUNE OFFICIALLY TRANS! BECAUSE HE HATES JUNE AND HE HATES WOMEN SO HE COMBINES THE TWO THINGS HE HATES INTO ONE (this is a joke, btw. I honestly want June's transitioning to be more in character then just the gremlin guy I like does it for me)

Ms Paint. becomes narrator of both Candy and Meat and it's just a podcast about different types of paint

Something related to The Midnight Crew's creator, Professor Mayasaka or however the fuck ya spell it, something translated into midnight. Whatever. I just wanna see the professor man come in and do something

JANE REVIVES AIMLESS RENEGADE SOMEHOW AND HE GOES GOD TIER! (His Classpect is Mage of Blood because I say so)

Sollux and Eridan kissing

Roxy breaks the fourth wall and says "it's Roxy Lalonding time" and Roxy Lalondes all over the place

A bucket appears and yeah

We see Andrew Hussie in a bath robe

Terezi manages to give back the legal rights to Beyond Canon back to their creators (sorry, I forgot your name, mister cool homestuck guy. I forget easily :'(]

Vriska dies. (I hate Vriska! (In a Kismesis way))

Equius comes back to say "I require horse" and then he gets prototyped with the universe frog

Matchsticks gets a personality and we learn he wants to become an actual fire fighter and save people since he was a kid

Stitch becomes hella cool by partnering with Kanaya to beat the shit out of Dirk

Rose just stays Rose because I forgot she existed

21 again but with Dave

June Egbert gets two new dads and they're Eggs and Biscuits from The Felt because it reminds her of her dead dad's cakes

Diamonds Droogs/Draconian Dignitary x Dad Crocker 20 hour oiled up make out session flash animation

Calliope has a child with Roxy. (comment what ya think they would be called)

Dirk eats a baby (it's John Egbert Strider Vantas)

AR gets to have a robo body and becomes friends with AR and Aradia and also Aranea is there to keep them in check and they call eachother the "AR squad", but Aranea is the out cast because she is blue

Eden Gardner (homestuck OC of @springselkie) gets a mention.

Monkeys become relevant to the plot

Jack Noir gets to show us his stabs

Bold Eagles are Aimless Renegade's second power, because he's the only AMERUCAN character in homestuck

Jake gets a beard and celebrates by showing us his level 100 GYAT

What Pumpkin office remains is an important location in the story

Mommy Condie comes back and marries Earth C's version of Colonel sassacres

Freddy Fazber, new character, literally the best. Hor hor hor hor.

Something related to drugs, I guess (I'm running out of ideas)

Fortnite becomes canon and everyone loves it

Deltarune reference

Jack Noir eats money and becomes lamborghini

Jack Noir villain arc where he and June kiss (their kismesis, it's ok. They want to kill eachother)

Rose's wifi is STILL shitty! COME ON, IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS, FIX YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION, GURL!

Kanaya gets to make something Lord English related

We see Doc Scratch because he's awesome

Wayward Vagabond comes back from the grave and does ANOTHER revolution against monerchy. He is truly the best diplomat.

MLP gets mentioned

Problem Sleuth shows up for 5 panels and then dies

Nepeta gets to kill Pickle Inspector

Eridan smokes weed

[S] Terezi: Do the mackarena

Weed chapter

Karkat gets a period cramp

Something something Lord English in black void, becomes normal Caliborn, being room mates with Equius, Gamzee and AR (auto-responder)

Free Bird fight sequence

Joe Biden gets a mention because he was probably in office before the clown fuckers took over D.C. Washington

Cockaine chapter

MSPA reader gets hella blazed and yeah

Caliborn kisses a rule 63 version of a Miku body pillow

Pic Yaoi sequence or smth

Sawbuck stays a fat fuck and eats the earth at the end

Itchy dies from tripping on a rock

Doze unslows himself and does a break dance

Trace and Fin make out session

Quarters gets to shoot ULT Dirk and is declared a war veteran

Bog from RHG shows up to eat a chocolate bar

I'm high

Ok, that was the end of this dumb shitpost. Hope ya got a kick out of it. Or not.

Wait

Shit

I should probably add an image so that I could look cool

Give me a sec

Yes, God of Yaoi.

Perfect for this.

See ya

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anjelicawrites · 1 year

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Raised by the wolves

Paring: Osferth x reader

Summary: You should have mercy killed Osferth the moment you found him half dead in the snow, now you have feelings for him. This is going to be everyone’s problem.

Warnings: angst with porn and a happy ending. P in v sex, cunnilingus, a bit of overstimulation. Reader is an asshole. A bit of blasphemy Canon compliant violence. NSFW and 18+ only.

A/N: reader is of nondescript height, but there are mentions of reader having to go on tip toes to level up to Osferth’s face.

A/N 2: I am so sorry this fic evolved into more than 7000 words long. It was supposed to be shorter.

You let the cold waterfall wash away the blood from your face and body. It's one of those days when you and your sister wolves are too jacked up to sit by the camp, the four of you still needing to take the edge off and the men are just too noisy to bear without risking you or your sister wolves attacking out of sheer annoyance. It's one of those days when you go hunting for the whole team with your bare hands and teeth, wearing the skin of your wolf mother, coming back to camp looking like the animal you are. It's one of those days when you think that you are stumbling in to too many Saxons, their eyes wide upon seeing you and the wolves, as if any of you would attack out of the blue; if you wanted anyone dead, you'd do it swiftly, without your victim actually seeing you, but humans are stupid. It's one of those days when you think if it's worth continuing being an associate of Uhtred, having to speak like a human, having to pretend you are one, just because you look like one.

You hear the rustling coming from your right side, judging from how uninterested your sister wolves are, the reason for you sticking with Uthred had just arrived.

You turn around taking your time, knowing full well Osferth would try and be respectful, staring everywhere but your naked body. He calls your name, a name you thought you had forgotten; he is the only one who uses it, to everyone else you are "She Wolf", Sihtric sometimes uses the Danish equivalent, but the concept stands: Osferth is the only one who still believes you are human, tries to bring you back from your animalistic ways, while the whole world has accepted that you are, and always will be, more wolf than person.

As you expected, Osferth's cheeks are tinted red, which you always find funny from a man who has fought many battles by your side and has tended your wounds more times than you can remember, he still burns red at the appearance of your naked skin, as if you don't look like any other person he has been with, and he has lain with many. The thought is a stab of jealousy in your guts and you swallow the bile of your rage.

You let him approach you, his eyes on the terrain so that he wouldn't fall; your only act of mercy is removing yourself from under the waterfall. You don't go for your clothes, you don't talk to him as he explains that dinner is almost ready, you wait for him to stand in front of you, his baby blue eyes into yours.

“You’ll catch your death - he says, trying to cover his embarrassment, you just let out an annoyed whine - use your words” he says and you bark a laugh

“I’m absolutely fine, I’m never cold - Osferth valiantly keeps his eyes on your face and not on the way your nipples perk to the freezing air - you, on the other hand, look like you might need to cool down”.

You advance and Osferth retreats until his back is against the trunk of a tree, babbling something you don’t really care about, too focused on finally acting on what your body has been wanting for quite some time.

You put your hands on his chest piece for balance as you go on your tippy toes to kiss him, stopping just mere centimeters form his lovely lips, wanting him to initiate it; the way his eyes are hooded and his hands curl around your naked arms, have you thinking this is happening, you too will have your chance at sleeping with Osferth and maybe, just maybe, the desire you harbor for him will whiter and finally die. His eyes are closed and his lips almost on yours, when he pushes you away out of the blue and you let out a surprised growl that make your sister wolves stare towards the two of you

“I can’t - he says not looking into your eyes - I am sorry”

“Why?” you growl in anger as you sister wolves approach you and Osferth cautiously

“I can’t, not like this” he tries to explain but you are already too far gone

“You don’t seem to have a problem with anyone else” you growl dashing for your clothes.

Osferth tries to grab your arm but you turn around and almost bite his hand, his only saving grace are his fast reflexes. He stares at you with hurt in his eyes and that drives you crazy: how dare he look like you have mistreated him? You invade his space again, teeth bared and ears pinned, growling deep and dangerous in your throat; he raises his hands in surrender and says your name gently, like he’s trying to calm you, bring you back to the side of humanity. Your sister wolves whine in confusion at you attacking another member of their pack, you just signal them to come with you; Osferth has enough wits on him to not follow you, he just stares at your retreating back with sadness.

This is not how this was supposed to unfold.

You sleep away from everyone. Osferth had put together your tent with love and care while you were hunting, near his and the fire, you notice while marching through the camp, as if you have ever needed his protection and haven’t spent the better part of your life sleeping out in the cold with the pack of wolves who have adopted you. As if you are one of the pathetic women he had bedded, barely capable of surviving into the wilderness. Anger burns through you like wildfire for the better part of the night, come morning it is clear to everybody and their horses that you have regressed back to where you were the first time they met you. You barely speak and keep to yourself, you pack your belongings with haste and ignore the whole group, especially Osferth who stares at you like a kicked puppy. Your sister wolves are agitated, picking on your anger, not understanding why you are acting the way you are towards the pack; they stare at you in confusion instead of standing proud as they usually do, their tails partially between their legs. You caress their big heads, conveying your love for them with your body language, but staring daggers at everybody else, especially Osferth. You have no beef with the other men, but the four of them come as a unit and if you are talking with everyone but the baby monk, they’d start asking questions you don’t want to answer. Better for everyone that you keep your distance.

As a group you are supposed to head back to Coccham directly but are sidetracked, as usual. When you traveled alone that had never happen to you, you just went goal after goal in your revenge, killing those who had annihilated your village; if you had met Uhtred earlier than you did, you’d probably still be trying to avenge your family, half mad from the Furies constantly screaming in your head.

You ride last and you keep your distance from the men, actively avoiding their tries at engaging with you with short answers and long, cold stares. You don’t use your tent and tie your horse away from theirs, camping by yourself but close enough to know if they need your help. You do your job, you fight by their side but you don’t engage anymore; your sister wolves would stare at you incapable of understanding your ways and would shy away from the men, trying not to incur in your wrath. You feel Osferth’s eyes on you all the time: he tries repeatedly to talk to you but you just ignore him by simply moving from where you are to another place or by riding away from him. You offer yourself for scouting duty and refuse to have a partner with you, especially Osferth. The only times when you are close to him are during fights, where you can pour out all the rage and he can show you that he still cares about you even though you hate him now. The rare times he manages to approach you long enough to tell you that he needs to tell you something, you answer coldly that he doesn’t, you have heard him loud and clear at the waterfall, but you keep this latter part for yourself.

You have to admit that the man is nothing but persistent but you don’t understand why: he has already refused you, what does he want with you now? You have to admit to yourself that you don’t understand human interaction. Between wolves everything is simpler, if an offer is denied, the one refusing doesn’t run after the other with empty words, they just accept it and move on. You have offered yourself to him and he has said no, what of it now? It is not his friendship that you want and you don’t want his pity, not those sad stares full of feelings you don’t understand. If only you could hate him, if only removing those pesky human feelings were as easy as killing your enemies.

It’s when the temperature drops one night that you muse that you should have mercy killed Osferth when you had the chance, the moment you had discovered his huddled, feverish form in the snow.

His skin was burning under your fingertips, his eyes were unfocused and he kept babbling in what you understood was the language of the Saxons. He had grabbed at your hands the moment you had come closer to him and you couldn’t find in your heart to slit his throat. Your sister wolves were less friendly with humans back then and they had growled at him, hungry and distrustful. He kept calling you an angel in his delirium and you made the decision to carry him to the closest farm you could find. He was heavier than you thought on your shoulder, as you walked towards the Saxon-Danish family you used to trade with.

From what you could gauge of the relations between humans, Saxons and Danes weren’t on friendly terms, usually, which you found absurd: it had been a ragtag group of Saxons and Danes to come to your small village to pillage and kill everyone, setting your small houses on fire. You had barely managed to barely escape, a child of five lost in the snow and if it weren’t for your wolf mother, you would have died, but she had decided to take you into the small pack she formed with her pups, your sister wolves, instead of killing and eating you. The irony of you taking the same decision as your mother doesn’t escape you now and you wonder if she hadn’t ever regretted it the same way you do now.

You had met Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric later, when they were desperately looking for their friend; having to work with them had been a necessity, you and them were after the same man, the last one still alive from the group of pillagers. You needed them because the man knew you were coming for him and had set up defenses you couldn’t destroy alone, they needed you because you were the only one who knew where he was hiding. Becoming their associate just happened; your vendetta was done, you were freed from that burden and the screams of the Furies didn’t resonate in your brain anymore and you were goalless. Continuing to live in the wilderness alone or follow Uthred as he tried to reach his destiny were the same to you. You wonder now if you had already wanted Osferth back then, if that was the reason you kept traveling and fighting with them, a reason unknown even to yourself; not that it is of any importance now, you know where the baby monk stands on the matter and you just know you had let yourself become more human than you ever were, and that has been a mistake you must rectify as soon as possible.

You are at least five days from Coccham and it’s raining, big, fat drops that make the terrain difficult to navigate and forces your group to stop for the night earlier than you have planned. You can hear the men talk from your perch, your sister wolves staring sadly to where camp is; they miss their pack, miss playing with Finan and cuddling with Osferth. They miss you being happy.

You hear Uhtred before you can see him. He looks wet and miserable but he still greets your sister wolves with the usual “girls”, and they shyly wag their tails, unsure of your reaction. You don’t let him speak and announce you are going to leave the group as soon as you return to Coccham and have managed to collect your belongings there. He looks surprised and hurt, a myriad of different emotions dancing on his face for a second, until he asks you why

“You all made me human and vulnerable, that’s not acceptable” you say, hoping your face doesn’t betray what you feel. You used to be unreadable to humans who are less used to the cryptic body language of the wolves that you commonly use.

“Osferth made you human and vulnerable - his deep voice booms between two thunders - does that scare you so, She Wolf?”.

On so many levels, you and him are similar: loyal to a fault and direct to the point of self harm. You growl at him, angry that he has seen right through you, Uhtred doesn’t flinch, he understands rage and pain and knows that you are not going to attack him for stating the simple truth. Slowly he reaches to you and puts one hand on your shoulder, his voice is sad when he tells you that you are free to go wherever you want, he doesn’t keep to himself that he thinks that you are making a mistake

“You camp with us - his hand curls around your shoulder when you try to say something - there’s still danger”

“You’d probably be the one needing help, not us” you say curtly

“Then come to let us be with them for the last few days - pointing at your sister wolves - you can brood in our company”.

You move your belongings to camp and signal your wolves that they can engage with the men, but you give them a wide berth. You see Osferth trying to move closer to you and Uhtred stopping him with a firm hand on his shoulder, the baby monk tries to say something but Uhtred shushes him. Osferth’s baby blues are pinned on you as you studiously ignore him. You can hear him mumbling something to Finan, his voice not loud enough for you to pick up what he is saying, despite your excellent hearing, but he looks sad, like a man who has used up all his possibilities and is left with ashes in his hands. Finan curls a strong arm on his shoulders and murmurs to him as your eyes meet Osferth’s; he is the first one to gaze away.

You sleep on the rough terrain, surrounded by your sister wolves; when you wake up in the morning, you notice a fur that’s not yours on your body. You swear inwardly: you and the wolves have gotten so used to Osferth that you hadn’t stirred in your sleep when he had approached you to make sure you weren’t cold. You wake Osferth by throwing the fur inside his tent and when he exits it confused, you hope he becomes angry, giving you the chance to punch him in the face, to hurt him like he had you. You see his fist clench and you prepare yourself for a fight but your sister wolves put themselves between the two of you, forcing you towards your horse and away from Osferth.

The tension that had been subtle since the waterfall, becomes strong between you and Osferth. You are both tense and the blond seems to have accepted that you don’t want to have anything to do with him but he seems incapable of not staring at you with longing. The other men are leaving the two of you alone, but you can’t seem to shake off the feeling that something is going on right where you can’t see it.

In two days you should be able to finally reach Coccham and you can physically feel yourself vibrating out of your skin with the need to leave and return to the wilderness, where you truly belong. Unfortunately the weather is so awful that you are forced to stop at an inn for the night. Long gone are the days when you and the wolves couldn’t physically enter a village, let alone sleep with so many people around you, opting to camp alone in the countryside. Those days when Osferth would come and check on you and would keep you company for a while, worried that you would freeze to death or would feel lonely. You and your sister wolves can, nowadays, manage the loud voices, the close proximity with so many people and being stared at like freaks. None of you like it, but you used to make due and adapted in order to not be a hindrance to your companions.

Tonight you are forced to sleep in the only single room the inn offers, since the people sleeping in the communal one are scared of the wolves, as if your sisters would attack without a reason. Still, not having to deal with Osferth’s sad stare is not something you are missing; sad for what reason, if you come to think of it. He had talked shit and had gotten hit and sometimes you don’t get to say you are sorry to wash your conscience, sometimes you have to live with who you are.

A soft knock stirs you from your thoughts. You have partially undressed, wearing only a loose shirt, you open the door. Osferth is there, fist still raised, he stares at your face as if he had never seen it. You want to use his own astonishment against him and try to close the door. For the second time since the waterfall incident, you underestimate his reflexes and he manages to stop the heavy wood

“May I come in?” polite as usual

“No” a low growl from you

“Please” and you hear the wolves whine, their tails wagging against the floor.

You let go of your side of the door and move closer to the hearth, Osferth bends his long back not to smash his forehead against the lintel and closes the door delicately. His eyes roam the room and go everywhere but on you: apparently he can only stare at you either from afar or when you are not staring at him, otherwise anything else is interesting for him, but your form. He waves at the wolves who go to him and start fishing for pets, which he gladly gives with a soft smile

“Make it snappy monk, I want to go to sleep” you say coldly.

His eyes focuses on yours and are full of hurt, again, as if you are the bad guy here

“We need to talk about the waterfall” he says, shoulders squared, jaw tight

“We don’t - you spat back - you made yourself awfully clear. Don’t let the door hit you on your way out” you turn your full attention to the fire

“If you are angry with me, I wasn’t as clear as you believe me to be” he stares at you with that strange mixture of shyness and courage that is Osferth in a nutshell.

You stalk towards him and he doesn’t flinch back when you get as close to him as you can without touching him, going on your tiptoes to level to his face as much as possible

“I understood you perfectly. I offered myself to you, you refused. What’s more to say?” you turn around and he closes his hand around your arm, forcing you to stay rooted on the spot. This time you don’t try to bite it

“I told you ‘not like this’” he has to bend his shoulders a bit to be face to face to you, his breath on your face

“You said ‘I can’t’, hoping to soften the blow with ‘I am sorry’, whatever came after that is unimportant” you say, venom dripping from every word

“It is not. If you had let me finish…”

“Not interested in your excuses then, not interested now”.

You see something shift in his eyes, a cold flame that is there only in battle or when he sees something that truly displeases him. Both his hands curl around your arms and he crashes his lips against yours. You stay still for a second and respond with a nasty bite on his lower lip, forcing him to let you go, blood dripping on his chin. His eyes stare at you accusatory

“You are an impossible woman” he spits out

“I am a wolf, monk, you better remember that”

“Don’t say ‘monk’ like that, like an insult” he says hurt

“Monk” you utter with as much disdain as you can muster, he straightens to his full height and marches towards you.

You let him advance and then you punch him right in the face, your fist clashing against his cheekbone. He stares at you with an unreadable face and you prepare yourself for a battle he’ll never be able to win

“You are the most impossible woman I have ever met”

You jump him, another punch landing somewhere on his face, pushing him backwards. You foot collides with his chestpiece and you push, forcing him to move not to fall on his ass, another punch which he half avoids and he is against the wall, your arm pressed against the front of his neck

“Give me one reason not to kill you, monk” you can hear the agitated whines of your sister wolves, the three of them unsure of what is happening

“I love you” you recoil as if he had kneed you in the stomach, putting as much space between your bodies that the small, cramped room permits you.

You see the wolves forcing themselves between the two of you, their big heads just turning from one side to the other, your ears ringing too much to hear what Osferth says to them to let him get to your frozen form. He doesn’t touch you, nor he calls your name, he lets the wolves curl around you, whining as you have reverted completely to non verbal and are just producing agitated sounds from the back of your throat, but he watches you like a hawk, ready to catch the moment your mind is clearer. He can see you coming back in your eyes, the way they focus somewhere near his kneeled from and how your hands caress the thick fur of the wolves with intent; only in this moment he calls your name, softly, careful not to spook you and you look at him. He has never seen your face this animated, most of the time he has to stare at you with focus to see the micro expression you sport, now it is almost like you have lost control of the muscles. You feel like you have lost control, but of your entire being, overwhelmed as you are by all those emotions you have been careful not to let up, smothering them with lust before and hate, after the waterfall incident. For the first time since your family has been slaughtered, you truly feel something that is not the basic emotions an animal would experience. You have lived following your survival instinct: eat, kill and fuck but never love, not in the way humans mean it and now that forgotten feeling is drowning you, destroying all those walls you have built in years. You should have known it was love since only with Osferth you were capable to remember your life before the destruction of your village: before saving the monk, you would only been able to hear the sounds of your family’s slaughter and pain, after, memories as fragile as cobwebs, full of laughter and colors kept popping up every single time you had let Osferth closer to your heart.

So, this is what love feels like. You are so scared.

Osferth calling your name is slowly registered by your ears in the thick fog of the blood rushing in your ears. He says it patiently, like he is offering you breadcrumbs to go back to your home. You blink repeatedly until you can feel your eyes focus on the thick furs you had already arranged on the bed, on his cross dangling from his neck, on his worried face

“Osferth?” you croak, incapable of saying anything else

“Are you feeling better?”

“I am not sure”.

For the longest minutes your flight or fight response is screaming at you to leave.Fuck your belongings left in Coccham, you need out! You are barely held back by the more advanced parts of your brain that are trying to make sure you regain your control and don’t do something incredibly stupid, like lauching yourself out of the fucking window. Your sister wolves decide for you by lying down on your legs, effectively stopping any movement with their sheer weight. You let your trembling hands card through their thick furs as you try to reign in your thoughts and emotions. Osferth gives you the time you need, doesn’t try to touch or force you into a conversation until he is sure you are feeling better. He didn’t expect you to react the way you did; surprise he might have expected, even rage, but not the confusion and fear he can still see swirling on your face. If he had known you would have reacted this way, he wouldn’t have confessed his feelings in such a blunt way. He would have let you beat him into a pulp and then take his time to walk you through his explanation.

“If you truly love me - your voice breaks and you need a couple of tries before you can string the whole sentence together - why didn’t you lay with me?”

“Because I love you I didn’t want our first time to on a riverbend, out in the open”

“I don’t understand - and you really don’t, the intricacies of human interactions escape you most of the times - you slept with many women everywhere”

“I didn’t love those women. I just wanted a quick hump and they did the same, no feelings involved”

"I have slept with many men, none of them cared about where we humped" you deadpan and Osferth's ears turn pink, but his jaw tightens in jealousy

"None of them loved you, then".

You stare into his blue eyes, pensive. For you humping has always been a matter of releasing energy and fulfilling your desires. Whenever you wanted a man, you simply approached him, like you did Osferth, never thinking feelings could be involved. You start to understand why Osferth treated you the way he did, like the good man he is.

"I have been horrible to you"

"A bit - he sasses back - I never thought I would hurt you though. That was never my intention, I swear to you"

"You are an honorable man" you caress his face and he revels in the contact, rubbing his cheek against your coarse palm, eyes closed.

"Is it true that wolves mate for life?" he asks you with dreamy eyes; he has missed your touch so much

"Yes, they mostly do. My wolf mother lost her mate and never took another, she raised us alone. Many males came, trying to kill us pups to start a new pack with her, none of them survived the feat".

Osferth listens to you almost drunk on your words and attention

"You never took a companion for yourself"

"I've never found one, until now" his eyes focus on yours

"Forever?"

"The 'forever' of the wolves is not the same of humans'"

"I know. I want that though. I loathed living away from you the way we did".

Slowly, giving you the possibility to retreat, he cups your cheeks with his big hands and moves his face closer to yours. Before closing your eyes, you see the droplets of congealed blood on his chin he hasn't managed to clean and your bite marks on his lower lip. Off handedly you think that he'll sport a big bruise there and that you need to be gentle with him now.

When your lips collide, it feels like everything askew in your life is now in the right place. Your hands go to his short hairs to keep him against you while you taste him gently, trying not to let the bloodlust possess you. Gingerly he opens his mouth and your tongue slips in, slowly caressing his and he moans, his right hand curling in your hairs as his left grabs your hips to move your whole body flush against his. When your lips separate he stares at you with a dazed expression, his hand absentmindedly caressing your hip. Slowly you take his hand to kiss his palm and then you remove your shirt, undressing yourself in front of his eyes. He takes a breath as if he has never seen you naked, but it is different now, you are not a fellow warrior, you are the woman he loves. All your scars, the old healed chilblain and your stretch marks, are all his now no worship and kiss with the reverence a priest uses to kiss the altar. Your hands go to his chest piece and start removing it, he helps you with trembling hands until he is gloriously naked and hard in front of you. You stare at his erect cock, he is bigger and longer than any lover you ever had and your mouth waters at the thought of fitting him inside of yourself; he stares at you cocky, his eyes roaming your body and he can't keep his hands to himself. On their own accord his palms mold themselves around your breasts, one thumb worrying the scar near your right nipple, the other plays with the other and you keen. Your lips find his as your hand grabs his manhood, barely managing to curl around it and he moans in the kiss, as you start jacking him with a purpose. He has to stop you, his words slurred by the pleasure as he begs you

"If you keep this up I won't be able to control myself"

"Maybe I want you to come all over my hand" he growls in response and kisses you again, brutal and mindless of the injury on his lower lip

"I want to be buried deep inside of you the first time - his hand stops yours and forces you to release his cock - I need you" and your name follows as if he is in pain, eyes shut to maintain a sliver of control on himself.

You peck his nose and then lie on the bed, legs spread to show him your glistening slit, your fingers opening your lips so that he can see better how wet you are for him. You moan like a bitch in heath, begging him without words and he has to cup his balls or he’ll come untouched.

Osferth stalks between your spread legs like a predator, his eyes fixed on you weeping center; if he’d needed you less, he’d be able to focus enough to eat you until you come all over his face, but that must wait, he wants to feel your cunt around his cock, he needs this first orgasm to focus better on how he’ll make you scream until this whole fucking inn knows you are his.

Feigning a calm he doesn’t feel, Osferth grabs his cock and slowly moves it up and down you slit to collect your wetness, his supporting arm trembles as he forces himself to go slow and not answer the siren call of pleasure, he needs to be well lubricated or he’ll hurt you but you are calling his name and are moaning, your legs fitting perfectly around his trim hips as you adjust your position to receive him and he can’t take it anymore; he lines himself with you cunt and sinks in slowly.

Heaven. He is dead and is now in Heaven, otherwise, how could he explain how you feel around his cock? The fit is perfect as he slowly enters you, trying desperately to keep his wits to himself, but he can only utter praises and moans until he bottoms out and you curl your legs around his waist, heels digging against his lower back to keep him in place. A part of him is screaming to move, to take his pleasure raw, another is fighting desperately to stay in control and he kisses you with desperation, needing a tether. You are in no better shape than he is, you feel like he is cutting you open by his girth; you haven’t lain with a man for so long and your fingers are absolutely ridiculous in size compared to his manhood. By the time he bottoms out, you are sure you can feel him in your throat, his lips on yours provide you with enough distraction for your body to take control and you start grinding your hips against his. Osferth moans in the kiss and starts moving, small thrusts at first which evolve into longer, deeper movements the moment he feels your body getting in sync with his, until he is fucking you with fast, brutal movements that make the bed slam against the wall. He kisses any part of you he can find as his hands fist on the cheap sheet under your bodies, your nails scratch down his back, leaving marks and you don’t care for, your focus centered on his cock massaging against that spongy part of yourself that makes you see stars. Every retreat, followed by a push sends you closer to your orgasm and you come with a scream when he fingers your clit mercilessly. He follows you down the precipice with a howl and loses any strength he has and collapses on you, his head under your chin as you caress his back with shaking fingers.

The moment he manages to come back to himself, he turns to free you from his weight and his spent cock from your pussy and you feel his spent leaking out from you. You turn to stare at him and you see blood on his lower lip, your kisses have reopened his wounds; you try to stand up to collect some clean rags, but he is faster and tells you to stay where you are. He grabs the clean bandages from one of your satchels and your still full canteen to clean the mess between your legs, only after he is happy with the result, he lets you inspect and clean his lower lip. He winches a bit when you dab the wounds and you curse at yourself for having bit him this deep. You want to say that you are sorry but his hands start wandering again on your skin until he has both your breasts in his large hands and he is hard again. With a sheepish smile he guides you on your back, asking you to let him take care of you

"You already did*

"Not the way I should, not the way you deserve".

He kisses you again, slowly, taking his time in truly tasting you, minding his lip and the bruises on his face. He moans and grounds his hips against you when your hands go into his short hairs and you pull gently on his strands. His lips follow a path down your body only he knows, kissing and sucking, leaving small marks of ownership on your skin, until he is between your legs. With delicate fingers he spreads your lips open as you tell him that he doesn’t have to, his eyes are ablaze as he stares at you, murmuring a curt

“I want to” before starting devouring your pussy like a desperate man.

His tongue feels like it’s everywhere, your leaking hole, your needy clit, his hands two manacles on your hips as he keeps you still, at his mercy. Your hands fly into his hairs on they own accord, pulling desperately as his tongue breaches you and starts fucking your hole. You try to wriggle away, but there’s nowhere to go, only the pleasure he is subjugating you to. You try to beg but only long, keening sounds of pleasure leave your lips as one of his arms presses horizontally on your lower belly to keep your hips from bucking while he thrusts two fingers inside of you, curling them in a way that makes you trash, fighting him uselessly. Your whimpers turn into full screams when his lips start sucking your clit with fervor, two fingers becoming three and hitting you in that special spot until you come all over his face; you start begging when the assault on your pussy doesn’t stop, just slows down, his fingers still moving inside of you. He has mercy on your clit and start kissing the inside of your thighs until you are coherent enough to produce a sound akin to a question; Osferth’s blue eyes burn with something you know you want to explore once you are safe home, as they stare at your

“I should make you come on my face as many times as the days you ignored me, but come tomorrow my face would be still buried in your cunt, and I want to finish inside of you again. Now be good and come for me”.

You don’t have the time to say anything ‘cause his lips are on your clit again, sucking cruelly and his fingers are breaching you with intent. You are not sure when your orgasm hits you, too lost in the pleasure Osferth is giving you, you only know that he is calling your name and that your eyes are closed and your eyelids feel impossibly heavy to open. His rough palm caress your cheek until you can stare at him

“Hey” he says with a smile, as if his cock is not painfully hard and his chin is not wet with your spent

“Osferth?” you croak, throat dry from screaming your pleasure to the Gods.

You can feel him maneuvering your spent body into a sitting position so that he can put the canteen on your lips to help you drink the cold water. By the time you are finished, almost all the water is gone and your head feels a bit more clear. Osferth is sitting partially behind you, your back against his bent leg for support, his worried face the first thing you see when you open your eyes again. Without even thinking, your hand finds his still erect cock and he moans when your rough palm curls around the heated skin

“You said you’ll come inside of me again”

“You passed out” you can see the guilt in his eyes, the fear of having used you too hard strong in his heart

“It means you did your job, monk - this time the moniker doesn’t cut inside of him like a dagger - I really wish to ride you, but my legs can’t support me now. Lay me down and make good on what you said”

“Always bossy” he laughs as he helps you on your back again

“I am a wolf, Osferth, we make the rules”.

The only reason Osferth doesn’t laugh again, is his aching cock: he needs to be buried in you and this time he wants to go slow, wants to feel every inch of you and needs to be mindful of your body as well. He has let his instinct take control and you have lost consciousness for a couple of seconds, scaring him shitless. He doesn’t want to hurt you, not without you frankly asking him to.

Your soft moans are the temptation he can’t and doesn’t want to fight: he is too much of a man to say no, the saints in the stories when tempted by the Devil were able to say no, he doesn’t want to. He has desired you for so long, keeping his want for himself in fear of ruining your friendship and now he can’t help himself but cherish your body, hoping you would accept him in your bed again and again for the rest of your lives.

It feels like his cock has a mind of his own, straining for your glistening opening as he positions himself over you, helping your legs around his hips, sheathing himself in your heath while kissing you gently. He moves slowly this time, savoring your moans and the taste of your skin on his tongue, sighing every time your fingers scratch down his back.

The gentleness of his movements drives you crazy, you can feel each and every agonizing inch of his cock spearing you open again and again, his wandering lips and tongue on your neck and chest amplifying your sensations to the point of madness. You move your hips faster but Osferth uses his strength to keep the pace slow and intense, his sweaty chest over yours, his forehead against yours, careful not to miss every expression on your face. Your torso arches under his and your feet push him even deeper in you and you moan when you hear him say your name like a prayer; without your control your muscles squeeze his cock and he loses the battle at going slow, his hips jackhammering inside of you, lips feverishly seeking yours until you come, taking him with you.

The two of you need more time to go back to your senses, brains fried by too much pleasure, bodies still entwined, basking in the feel of the other’s skin and warmth. You keen when Osferth stands up on shaky legs to retrieve more rags to clean you and himself, he almost falls when the wolves uncurl from near the hearth to get closer to him, wanting to be petted right this moment. You whistle and your sisters come to your side of the bed, waiting for your command to jump in with you; you wait until you and Osferth are under the furs to give them the command to jump in with you and the three of them just lay on your bodies, big heads trying to burrow between yours and Osferth’s

“I think the others played us - Osferth says, at your sound of curiosity he adds - they were conspiratorial the moment Uhtred told us you were going to leave. Uhtred was adamant we took this road home instead of the faster one”

“There’s no inn there”

“Exactly. I wanted this to happen at home. I was going to talk to you before you’d leave but they forced me to come the moment you entered the room”

“Uhtred always the great strategist - you curl even closer to Osferth, you head on his shoulder - remind me to punch him in the face. He is going to be so damn pleased with himself come the morrow”

“Are you still going to leave?” he asks without breathing, afraid of your answer

“Do you want me to?”

“No!” he knows he has said it way too fast

“Then I won’t. I am not angry with you anymore”

“Come and live with me. Permanently”. Be my wife”.

His request leaves you speechless, for a moment you can only hear the rush of your own blood in your ears

“I was going to ask you in Coccham but now is the right time. Stay by my side. I know I am a simple man who can only offer you the forever of the humans, but I truly want this. I want to keep doing what we do with my wife by my side, keeping me safe”.

Then again the intricacies of human emotions escape you, but you don’t care. Your wolf instincts are screaming at you to grab this man and never let him go, to protect him until you have a breath to breathe. How could you fathom a life without him after the days you have spent away from him have been so miserable? You throw your arms around his neck, the only yes he needs.

The morning after your friends start boasting the moment they see Osferth coming down from the stairs; their loud voices lowering after seeing the state of his face and peaking up again at the sight of your entwined hands and Osferth’s reddened ears. Uhtred looks indeed like the cat who got the cream and you don’t punch him just because you are in a good mood and because your new ring might get tarnished. Finan is the first one to notice it and starts harassing Osferth to be his best man while your wolves just try to get all the attention and the pets they can get from the men. The pack is finally reunited, ready to go back home.

#osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth

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holymusicalmothman · 1 year

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Heat of the Moments - Dan Avidan x Reader

This is based off that second dream I had about Danny.

Also I’m tagging the people who liked that post in case they were interested.

Anywho, as per usual. No Ashley. I’m not including her in any of my Danny Fic

The way I had to google the weirdest stuff for this lol. I’m going to try to be writing more, it keeps me calm and wedding stress is driving me nuts since it’s only a month away. ANYWAYS. So while requests aren’t technically open, I’m totally cool with being sent fic ideas for the characters I typically write for. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be inspired

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of anxiety, mentions of being led on

Word Count: 2610 (gosh dang. good job me!)

Comments are always appreciated! I love hearing y’alls brain thoughts after reading lol.

Masterlist

Two years. It had been two years working for Game Grumps. Quite honestly, it had been one of the best years of your life. You had always been fascinated by the Youtube Gaming community, and you were grateful to finally be a part of it. Granted, you were mainly putting your art and animation talents to the test, but knowing what it all went toward was more than enough. You were more than content to live as you were.

However, it was not without its challenges. Outside of the fact that you were doing what you loved, over the last half couple months it had begun feeling rather tense-ish with a certain coworker. Well, tense for you at least.

Dan Avidan, Game Grumps host, musician extraordinaire, and coworker had been seeming rather…flirtatious? Was that a good way to put it?

Yes, you supposed it was. It was one of those things, however, where it’s such casual flirtatious comments that you can’t tell if he’s actually hitting on you or not. If you thought about each moment from different angles, you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was being flirty or friendly.

Moment No. 1

It had been a Monday morning and everyone had seemed to have a case of the Monday Morning Blues. It had rained all weekend and everyone seemed to have that bleary eyed sleepiness. Even Arin was having a bit of trouble bringing what he called his “Internet Funny Man” energy to the office that morning. The weather seemed to be making everyone feel sleepy.

And you were certainly no exception. You stood in the kitchen, in front of the Keurig, just staring into the nonexistent void as you waited for your coffee.

A light touch on your arm startled you out of your stupor and you found a mildly concerned looking Dan at your side.

“Oh, hey, sorry. What’s up?” You asked lamely, unsure of how long he had been standing there.

Dan’s brown eyes furrowed in confusion. “You didn’t hear what I said, did you?”

You just shook your head.

The confusion vanished as it turned into mirth. “That’s alright,” he smiled, “you seemed like you were witnessing the depths of the abyss for a second, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

A light chuckle escaped you. “I can’t say much for right now, but if you give the coffee a few minutes, I’ll be good. It’s just a case of the Mondays.”

“Good, wouldn’t want my favorite animator succumbing to madness. Talk to you later, sunshine.”

And with a quick pat on the shoulder, he was gone. Leaving you alone in the kitchen wondering what the hell just happened.

Moment No. 2

Late. Late. Late. You were oh so terribly late. You somehow managed to sleep right through your alarm and were now rushing to work. Not good.

Granted, you were only going to be fifteen minutes late, and you also knew Arin would understand and no one would mind. However, it still sent you rushing around in a state of panic.

You hurried into the office with a relieved sigh. As you sat down at your desk, you let out a frustrated sigh.

Brian raised an eyebrow from his spot across from you.

“You good?”

Shoving the frustration to the side, you smiled. “Yeah, just ran late and skipped breakfast, then left lunch on the counter. It happens, but this is what DoorDash is for right?”

Brian gave you a concerned look that only a father could manage. “Just make sure you eat something.”

“Yes, sir, Ninja Brian, sir.” You gave him a mock salute before tucking yourself into today’s work, unaware that another set of ears had heard the exchange.

After a few hours, you stood to stretch and take a quick restroom break. Upon returning to your desk, however, there was now a take out bag resting next to your computer.

You blinked. The restaurant was familiar, it was close by and also an office favorite, so it wasn’t uncommon for take out to be seen around the office.

But you hadn’t ordered lunch from anywhere yet.

You peered inside the bag, immediately catching sight of the blue sticky note.

Hey!

Heard you missed breakfast, so I grabbed you some lunch!

This one’s on me, so don’t sweat it.

♥️ Danny.

You stared at the little heart. Not only had Dan bought you lunch, he had also signed it with a heart.

What was going on. Was he into you?

Moment No. 3

It wasn’t very often that you got to sit in on a Ten Minute Power Hour, but when you did it was always a blast.

So you were crammed off screen next to Allie, watching the guys try and do a Draw My Life but with their friendship over the years.

Arin was red in the face from laughing. “What is that?!” he wheezed.

Throwing up his hands in exasperation, Dan exclaimed, “IT’S LINK! CAN’T YOU TELL BY THE HAIR?”

Cue the entire room dying.

This only spurred on Dan’s frustration. “Someone come fix this!” He threw his marker down and stood, walking over to the background shelves to dramatically sulk.

Arin only laughed harder and waved you over. “Come help him out, cause I can’t think right now.”

You hesitated for a moment. Watching on the sidelines was one thing but actually being on camera and involved in an episode like this wasn’t something you had prepared for.

Allie nudged you gently and you stood. You were an artist, it was essentially what you did for a living and had been doing your whole life. So why were your hands sweating.

As you grabbed the marker and surveyed Dan’s disaster of a drawing, you spoke. “It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s not good, but its salvageable.”

You quickly erased the stick-figure Link’s hair as Dan pulled away from the shelves to watch you work.

“This is the only Get Outta Jail card you’re getting, dude.” Arin said, grinning.

“I’ll take it, man. This is a nightmare.”

You laughed and shook your head as you finished redrawing the hair and added a little sword in the figure’s hand.

“There we go!” You stepped back and quickly rejoined Allie, anxious to be out of the momentary spotlight.

“Hey! It looks like Link!” Dan grinned at you. “Thanks, lovely!”

Your heart stuttered against your will. “Anytime.” You said, covering up your momentary malfunction.

Lovely. Granted, Dan called the fans “lovelies” but something about the way he had just said it was different than how he addressed the fans. You had to force yourself to not think about it. To not play into the way your heart was slowly starting to formulate a crush. You were just reading into things.

Moment No. 4

It wasn’t unusual to find yourself working on a quick little Grumps animation for one of the videos. Every now and then, Arin asked if you could make a little one to slip into a video, never anything super long. Just long enough to keep people entertained. He tended to use them as intermissions of a sort, in case they got interrupted by something mid video.

You had just finished one up and were going over it to double check on everything when someone leaned over you.

“What’cha working on?” Danny asked, looking at your screen with curiosity.

You felt your palms go clammy at the close proximity, but hid it well.

“Just a short animation for one of the recent recordings.” You explained. “Wanna see?”

Dan gave an excited nod and you handed him your headset, trying (and failing) to not watch how he brushed his hair out of his face.

It had been a little bit since the Ten Minute Power Hour moment and you were still warring with the fact that you might have a crush on the lanky musician.

Dan braced one hand on your desk and the other on the back of your chair, “Show me what you got.”

As you hit play on the animation, the only thing you could think of was those stupid cliche moments in novels where the guy leans on the girl’s desk because this was exactly how you pictured it looking and feeling like. Your palms went from a nervous clammy to an anxiety sweaty. Or somewhere in between, you couldn’t tell.

You were very aware of the way he was leaning over you and you swore you could smell him. He had a very faint woodsy scent to him, you couldn’t tell if it was a cologne or if it was just him. A lock of unruly hair brushed against your shoulder and it took everything into you to keep pretending to watch the video.

Eventually it was over and your headset was handed back to you.

“That was really good!” He was smiling at you. “Is that for the ‘technical difficulties’ from yesterday?”

The air quotes he put up when he said technical difficulties had you laughing.

“If you mean when the resident ghost knocked over the shelf,” You said. “Then yes.”

Dan’s smile was infectious as he leaned closer and dropped his voice. “It was the ghost of all the games we never finished finally coming back to haunt us.”

You both laughed.

“Anyways, I was just curious to what you were up to. It looks really good, you’ve got an insane amount of talent.”

And the war was lost. Because with just that sentence, you knew you had a major crush.

Moment No. 5

The next moment didn’t even happen at work. You weren’t even around him at the moment.

All you had done was throw a quick pic of a work in progress up on your instagram. It hadn’t even been up for ten minutes before you got a comment notification.

@dannyavidan : This looks so good! I’ve got to get you to do a piece for NSP someday!

You stared at the comment. Dan wanted you to do a piece for his band?

You don’t know how long you sat there thinking. Eventually, a ding sounded and you checked your instagram again.

Dan had messaged you.

Dan: Hey! I was totally serious about having you do a piece for the band! We’ve got a new project coming up and I would love to have someone as talented as you on the team for it!

You: Seriously?

Dan: You wound me! Of course. You put a lot of effort into what you do and it’s really good. Why? Dost the fair maiden think I jest? 😆

Your fingers hesitated briefly before responding, your heart and brain going a million miles an hour. Yes, he was being kinda dorky, but it was endearing.

You: I’ll think about it. But it shouldn’t be a problem. 😀

A few hours passed and you were scrolling through Instagram before bed. Just a few minutes and you’d go to sleep, it was a weekend night after all. Flicking through stories, you almost passed NSP’s insta story.

“Guess who may have just gotten the coolest animator ever to do a video!”

Whelp. There went any hope for sleep.

Present.

It had taken a lot of internal thinking, panicking, and general theorizing over the past few month for you to finally make up your mind.

But all the past moments had you sure of your crush on Dan. And, after confiding in a longtime friend, you were sure he felt the same. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

So you had decided to take the plunge. You were going to take the initiative. You were going to ask him out.

And the thought almost left you breathless.

But as you walked into work that morning, ruminating over the past few months, you mustered your determination and found Dan in the kitchen area.

“Morning,” you greeted him, smiling.

He gave a little wave and continuing making his tea. There was a pretty large recording session for the guys that morning.

“Can I ask you something?” You said, not giving yourself a chance to abort the mission at hand.

Dan nodded.

“Would you wanna go on a date this Friday? With me?” And there it was.

He froze.

A moment passed. Then another. And a third.

And both your heart and stomach went through the floor.

Dan finally spoke, his voice coming out strained. “Um, listen…”

You held both your hands up. “No, it’s cool, I misinterpreted. It’s fine. You don’t need to answer. I’ll see you around the office, ‘kay?”

And you bolted without giving him a moment to even try to respond.

You felt sick. The rug under your feet was gone and the tears pricking your eyes were starting to sting from you trying to hold them back. You made a beeline for the Power Hour room, knowing it’d be empty and you collapsed onto the Grump Couch.

You took a deep breath and let them slip silently down your face.

You felt like such an idiot. Yes, Dan had seemed like he was flirting, but obviously it hadn’t truly been that way.

You heard the door open and close softly and you jumped up to see Arin standing there.

“You okay? Need to talk about whatever it is?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

You sat back down and wiped your eyes with a shaky breath.

“It’s nothing. I just misinterpreted signals and it’s on me,” you admitted. “Mistook friendliness as flirtiness, that’s all.”

“Was someone leading you on?” He asked, seating himself next to you.

So he must’ve not seen you get rejected by Dan, becaused he sounded like a concerned older brother who was about ready to fight someone.

You shook your head. Dan didn’t even seem capable of something like that.

“It honestly was just a misunderstanding. With any luck we’ll just both forget it ever happened and things will just go back to normal.”

The door opened again, albeit a lot less gently than it had when Arin entered.

“Hey, I didn’t—”

You stared at Dan like a deer in headlights and you knew that he was looking at the tears on your face.

Arin stood. “Alright you two, play nice and get this sorted out.” He said, shaking his head as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

A awkward pause, and then Dan was sitting next to you.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I did not mean to make you cry. You must think I’m such an ass.” He rambled. “I didn’t mean to sound like I was rejecting you at all. God, I must’ve sounded like a jerk.”

You said nothing, staring at him. Your silence urging him to continue.

“I wasn’t expecting you to ask me out first, and you caught me with a giant piece of turkey in my mouth and I was trying to find a way to tell you that there was way too much food in my mouth but you were already gone. I am so sorry.”

“You weren’t expecting me to…” your words failed you.

“No, not at that moment,” Dan looked away, suddenly going from panicked to rather shy. “I honestly was still trying to get enough courage to ask you.”

A moment of charged silence passed as you both mulled over your thoughts.

“So, will you…?” Dan trailed off.

You snapped your gaze to meet his brown eyes.

“Will I…”

“Would you go out with me? This Friday? Seven o’clock?” He asked, nervousness, uncertainty and hope in his eyes.

You grinned, ignoring the way that tears once more tried to make an appearance. “I’d love to.”

Dan’s eyes sparkled in response.

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mitsuyaya · 2 years

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[ 21:57 PM ] hayakawa aki

☆༉ contains: spoiler for anime watchers, character death, angst, delusions, just pure angst

☆༉ end note: don't mind the errors i just want to get this out of my system, I'll edit it in the morning (hopefully)

Clouds obscure the glowing full moon, hiding the twinkling stars, masking the light with darkness, making the surrounding more gloomy and lifeless than they already were.

Your shaky, shallow breaths and the crunch of your footsteps on the leafy undergrowth are the only noises that filled the barren woods. During the daytime it was kept to the public, covered with yellow tapes that reads, ‘Do Not Cross’ — but when night comes to nigh, it's free to lurk around, it's free for your eyes to wander on.

Each step you take, deeper into the heart of the forest and into the designated place you would always go to – your eyes caught the sight of blue ribbons tied around the trees.

Aki – he was the one who put it there, saying that it's your landmark so you wouldn't get lost.

He said it's because you have no sense of direction, often losing yourself at the mall or in any place you would go to. It's his way of looking out for you, he says.

Exhaustion is catching up on you, from the whole day you keep on working up to this point – your legs are already trembling, knees gradually giving up the longer you try to walk around.

No worries, it's only a matter of time til’ you see him again.

It's only a few meters, a few minutes til’ you see the person your heart constantly longs for.

Hayakawa Aki, the man who tied those blue ribbons in the tree, the man who would always lead you to the forest — he was the man your heart calls for every night, every day.

He's the man you see in your dreams and in the corner of your eyes, the owner of those blue eyes that you always find yourself drowning in.

Aki, the man your body, heart and soul always yearned for.

“Finally, I'm sorry it took me longer to arrive.” Your lips curved into a small smile, exhaustion long gone the second you arrived at your destination.

“Did I make you wait?” taking a deep breath, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you steal a glance at the man you fell for time and time again.

He didn't change, he's still the same guy you saw the last time, though he's a little quieter than he was before, he's still the same guy you love.

“I've been doing well these past few days, are you proud of me?”

That's a lie.

“I gained weight and even finished my chores.”

And another.

Your head tells you to stop talking, to look at your companion and open your eyes to reality. The reality that he's dead — Aki’s dead.

But your heart tells you to hold on, keep breathing this cruel fantasy, keep fooling yourself that it's all but a dream — and the guy you love is still alive, still beside you and listening to your every word.

Your heart tells you to keep loving him, to continue loving him despite the way you lose yourself in the process.

“I don't want this anymore Aki, what do I do?”

Talking to his grave or this made up tomb you made for him is futile. Your pleas and questions won't be answered—none of it would have a chance to be solved unless you accept the truth.

The truth that he's not by your side anymore.

Leaning your head back, watching as the clouds disperse and let the moon glisten, a tear fell from your eyes.

“I miss you Aki, I wish you're here.”

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maeleelee · 8 months

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Chapter Nine

Blue Moon

Prismatic chaos travels to Thornhill for an annual Halloween festival as lovers of all things spooky and murder mystery. Little did they know, they’d get more than they bargained for. With all the things that go bump in the night coming out to play, they can check in any time they like. But they can never leave.

⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️

Writing under pictures 🩷

Warnings: Hot pictures of the boys. Can’t say I’m sorry. Bar night, drinking, kissing, making out, shots, mentions of some animals (sharks, anteaters)

The girls were all giggling at Mae, who was standing on the table, toasting the bartender. “Thank you kind stranger for the shots.”

“Get down from there.” Kayla laughed, which only made Mae stay up there longer. They were all there to have a good time anyways.

“Mommy. Let baby have fun.” Cassi giggled, leaning into Hongjoong, who was trying to hold back his laugh. Kayla sighed but nodded, pulling Bun bun close to her and let the chaos continue.

Mae started dancing to the music, five shots deep since they had been there waiting for the boys to show up. Jess was sitting on San’s lap, watching her best friend dance. “Kind stranger man sir dude.” Mae shouted to the bartender. “I need them to get on my level. Shots all around, please and thank you.” He just laughed at the girl and nodded.

“Caden, baby boy.” Mae smiled down at him.

“I’m going.” He laughed and went to get the shots.

“You know they’re waiting on us, right?” Wooyoung grumbled at the guys who were still getting dressed.

“Yes, but we’re done. We can leave now.” Seonghwa told him and pushed him out the door. Wooyoung mumbled under his breath and got into the car. Seonghwa, Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang had followed behind him and got in as well.

“Okay so when we get there, it’s pick on Wooyoung time, right?” Yeosang smirked, pinching Wooyoung’s cheek, who smacked Yeosang’s hand away.

They all started talking amongst each other before Seonghwa sighed. “So, I have to find someone to marry or they’re removing me from the throne.” The car went silent. We could hear a pin drop.

“What do you mean? I thought they couldn’t do that.” Yunho mumbled out, confusion written on his face.

“Well they changed their minds. Soulmate or not, if I want to keep the throne, I have to marry.” He tells the boys.

“That’s fucking stupid. You’ve been the best ruler in ages.” Yeosang hissed in the back seat, Mingi nodding beside him. “I can’t understand why they’d want to dethrone you over not being married.”

“It’s fine. I’ll talk to them about it later.” Seonghwa shrugged as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar. He parked the car and took a deep breath. “Let’s go meet these girls, yeah?”

As they stepped into the bar, everything froze, time stopped for Seonghwa. He looked around and saw a pretty lady start to freak out. “Sweetheart. Hey, close your eyes for me. I wanna talk before we make eye contact.” She nodded and closed her eyes.

He walked to her, smiling as he realized this was his soulmate. He touched her face and she leaned into the touch. “If we make eye contact the world goes back to work. I want to spend a minute with you before, if that’s okay. What’s your name pretty?” He whispered to her.

“Yes please. It’s Kayla.” She nodded at him.

“You’re gorgeous. Not sure why I’d get someone so pretty after being around for years.” Seonghwa mumbled out, taking in the sight of his soulmate.

“Can I see you?” She asked in a whisper, like someone would hear them if she said it any louder.

“Yeah. Eyes are closed princess.” He said, a soft smile on his face.

Kayla smiled as she opened her eyes to see the King of the city in front of her. “This is a lovely surprise, King sir.” She giggled lightly. “You’re a sight to see in all honestly.”

“Please don’t call me King when I get you next to me for the rest of my life. Just Seonghwa or Hwa baby.” He mumbled as he leaned into her hand.

She smiled and got a little closer to him. “Kiss me.” She whispered. She grabbed his face and pulled his face down towards her. “Please.”

He did as asked and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her waist and one hand through the back of her hair. He stayed like that until they couldn’t breathe. He pulled away and smiled brightly.

Once their eyes opened, the business of the bar could be heard and they were smiling at each other. Bun bun tapped Mae foot and pointed towards Kayla. Mae’s eye lit up and she started cheering. “Ohhhh. Get it mommy.” She shouted, taking the shot Caden brought back.

Kayla’s face was a little red. “I hope you’re okay with chaos because that’s all they are.” She pointed back at the table. Caden was giggling at Mae, causing her to giggle, causing everyone else to giggle. Cassi was still next to Hongjoong, Jess still sat in San’s lap. “Welcome to the family.” Kayla smiled at Seonghwa.

“Be mine?” He asked her.

“Of course. Always.” She smiled at him.

“Forever?” He asked quietly.

“Forever.” She said, a big smile plastered onto her face. He smirked and picked her up over his shoulder and headed back to the car.

“Have fun mommy!” Mae shouted as she waved from the table, eyes lighting up when she saw Wooyoung. “Baby!” She jumped down from the table and smiled when he walked to her.

“How much have you had to drink?” He chuckled at her.

She turned to Cassi. “Daddy, do you know?” Which mean Cassi giggle.

“Six and they wanna do body shots later.” Cassi shook her head. “Girls wild.”

“Let’s go get you water, yeah?” Wooyoung chuckled. “Go sit down and I’ll be back.” He guided Mae to Ani and looked at her. “I thought you promised to keep an eye on her pup.” He grumbled, making Ani shiver slightly.

“Be nice to my puppy.” Mae smacked his arm, pout on her lips. He pecked her pout and looked at Ani.

“I’m sorry Ani.” He smiled. “You want anything while I’m up there?”

“Just a Coke please.” She stated as she held onto Mae. “Thank you.” He nodded and walked off.

They table was full of laughter, everyone had sobered up some and everyone was introduced to each other after Wooyoung got water and a coke for the two girls.

“So,” Yeosang smirked, “how was doing shit? Good?” Mae looked up at him and laughed.

“Great actually. Ten ten would recommend.” She shrugged. “Treated me real nice.”

“She’s not lying. Watched the other thing happen.” Jess mumbled. “Treated her real good.”

“Damn.” Yunho chuckled. “I don’t think you’re gonna get much from these girls.”

“It’s worth a shot.” He shrugged.

“If you want tea, Cassi and Caden are your guy and gal. They’ll talk it with you all night.” Bun bun stated towards Yeosang. “Caden also likes embarrassing all of us.” She shrugged.

“Is it really embarrassment if we always talk about it?” Mae asked Bun Bun.

“Not if you liked it.” Jess stated, sipping on a coke and whiskey.

“Embarrassing fact number one, Mae and Jess aren’t in the ‘we hate Anteaters’ club.” Caden said looking at the two.

“I-“ Mae paused, looked at Ani, and then back to Caden. “Just because I giggled the whole conversation about it, doesn’t mean I don’t agree with what you said.”

“We had an anteater hate speech and I wasn’t there for it?” Jess asked. “Damn.”

“Please don’t get him started. There’s thirty two reasons why he hates them and I’ve heard them four times now.” Ani groaned.

“Caden, I agreed with all of it. Anteaters are ugly, don’t know how to love, and are gross for eating half the weight in ants.” Mae laughed, as she laid her head on Wooyoungs shoulder.

“Okay good.” Caden nodded. “I’m glad, they suck.” He folds his arms.

“Is he always this passionate about stuff like this?” Jongho asked.

“Yes.” All of them said at the same time.

“JINX.” Mae shouted, giggling. “He’s a big fan of sharks, but I think half the group is.”

“Sharks are pretty. I want to touch.” Caden nodded.

“He’s got a point.” San nodded. “They’re cool as fuck.”

“Thank you, tall boy.” Caden smiled.

“Anyways, Anis big into bones, so I go to her about any questions I have about that. Mae’s my momma so I just rant to her about everything. I’ve adopted Bun bun as my little sibling. Jess is my twin, Cassis my sweetheart. Kayla is momma number two.” Caden smiled at the group. “I have dirt on all of them and will only tell you if I get dirt on yourself, or a friend.”

“Damn. That’s the fastest he’s use the blackmail tactic.” Ani laughed.

“He does this often?” Hongjoong asked.

“Yes, your highness.” Caden nodded.

“I- Caden, baby boy. He lives in hell?” Mae stated.

“Oh yeah, yes your lowness, better?” He asked Mae, making Ani let out a laugh.

“Much better.” Ani nodded.

“You have nicknames for all of us already?” Mingi asked.

“A few. San is tall boy. Grim is death boy. Hongjoong is your ‘lowness’. Yunho is frog turner man. That’s about all I got so far.” He shrugged.

“I- I’m to tired for this.” Mae shook her head. “I say we continue this conversation next time.” She yawned and stood up, holding her hand out to Ani. “Bun bun, you going home with Cassi?”

“Yeah. Hongjoongs staying the night. Gonna watch a Disney movie marathon.” Bun bun smiled brightly.

“Alright good.” Mae kissed her head and walked to Jess. “See you at the house later.” And kissed her cheek. “Baby boy. Behave or I will get out the belt.” She stared at him.

“I’ll be good momma. No belt.” Caden smiled.

“I’ll watch him.” Cassi giggled. “It’ll be alright.” Mae nodded, kissed both their heads and walked out, Ani and Wooyoung following behind her.

“I have dirt on all of the boys. I’ll trade you information for information.” Jongho whispered to Caden.

“Deal.”

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Gathering act III: Jaheria’s respite

Emma and I space-sifted to the BRIPE warehouse. To my surprise, Dexter and Connor were there.

when Dexter saw me he began to laugh. which made Connor smack him in the torso.

"Sorry, we heard about yesterday." Connor apologized.

I shrugged and said "No big deal"

Emma turned to me and said, "Really you are going to let him get away with that?"

"Well I can take it on the chin and laugh at him the next time he does something dumb or uncouth or I can hold onto it and let it fester. I chose to wait for the next time." I explain

"What if there isn't a next time?" Emma asks disgustedly

I shrug and say "Well then I lose that trade but it's Dexter Eunbi who is constantly telling him stuff about not being dumb or something like that. Which I guess is a roundabout way of saying "There will be something to laugh at later."

Emma groans as we follow her. I got another text from Mina she was asking if I could help her learn commander.

"Sure I can but are you absolutely sure?" I replied

":). I trust your heart and you love the game so it can't be all bad." was the reply. I had just finished typing when we stopped and Emma asked "DID you hear anything I just said?" I turned to her and responded

"So recently Excalibur has resurfaced, and we need the help of the last three people who have interacted with him. Dexter and Connor's experience was the most recent as one of the Knights of the round had him, and you called me here because I had faced the last true wielder."

"How did you get all of that while chatting on the phone?" Emma asked dumbfounded.

"AUDHD I think?" I said questioningly. Emma chuckled.

"Well, I need you all to recover the weapon and bring it here. I will be going to provide support and that's it. If you need me to talk to someone in a "Normal" way I am your girl." Emma explained

"Okay! Works for me." I exclaimed calmly. Dexter and Connor nodded

"Oh and Tj. Please be careful. Astrid expects you in tip-top shape tomorrow." Emma adds

I nod as we all get ready to go to the warp point. after arriving in Colorado Springs, Colorado I get another text from Mina "I am feeling pulled to Red Blue Green...Tina, I think you called it."

I chuckled and replied "Temur, but don't worry I got you." I text back then I add, "My first recommendation is to start small with Arena. I will send you the link. Please don't buy anything." I text back to her. I get a ;) and a "thank you." before I am called on again.

"We have arrived at the edge of the compound where Excalibur is being held," Emma says

I nod and walk out, and I am shocked to see several KKK flags. I turn to Emma who is bursting at the seams with laughter. I turned to the other two presenters and asked if they knew anything about this. They shake their heads profusely. I nod then turn to Emma again.

"Why would you do this?" I question, and at this point, Emma is still beside herself with laughter.

I checked my phone and saw that Mina had downloaded Arena and sent me a screenshot. I groan seeing she bought the starter pack that came with several packs, some gems, and a pet. I groaned as I typed back to her. I sent her ":( I told you not to buy anything."

"But the cute pet. look at him I named him Mocha," she replied

She also shows me all the packs she got just from booting up the game. "I like the animations." she says as she sends me a screen recording of opening one of the packs where she got a "Miirym Sentinel wyrm". I told her that would be an excellent Red Blue Green commander for her. She sent another ":)" Back my way. as we walk further to the last seen area of Excalibur I get another text that reads. another reads "Oh this is a lot harder than I thought it would be." there was another that said "How do you keep all of the mana stuff squared." "Wait this is just math."

I chuckle reading her texts.

"Man who's got you smiling so bright?" Connor asks.

I catch myself falling for Mina again and internally tell my heart to stop it. "Nothing mostly memes," I respond

Dexter laughs and responds. "I know what your meme smile looks like. that wasn't it. Seriously though tell us your secret is safe with us."

Connor nods in agreement but Astrid turns to me and says "I don't agree to any such principle a secret is only safe with the persons it applies to.."

" I guess I can't then" I respond. Emma laughs and then says

"I am kidding. Go on tell them about your crush on Mina"

Connor and Dexter's eyes widen, "What now?

Emma laughs and says "Well Astrid was telling me how interested in learning Commander she was, and how embarrassed Tj was when everyone else watched."

Connor began to stifle his laugh while Dexter fully indulged. I let it slide until I noticed someone was coming our way. I gave them the universal zip and pointed to the lights coming our way. Dexter and I hid. while Connor (who looked close enough to white) and Emma (who was white) didn't.

I watched in terror as one of the people coming was wielding Excalibur.

"Who are you two?" the man said

"Oh, we are recruits," Emma said on her feet. the man in response said

"You lie recruits aren't due for another three weeks. you're here for our sword."

I race out to grab both of them as the man swings Excalibur and a searing flame burns my eyes. I quickly cover my eyes with slime to prevent damage. when the burning has stopped I turn to the two hooded individuals, and rage just consumes me. "BACKBREAKER; SEVER ALL THE TIES. BACKBREAKER; REACH INSIDE AND SEE IF I'M LIVING. BACKBREAKER; EVERY FEAR CONSUMING," I scream before I black out.

When I "came back" I was sitting back in BRIPE's HQ with a very terrified Emma, a relieved Connor, and Dexter. what was surprising was that I had Excalibur in my hand. I looked around for someone to hand it off to. What was scary was when I did so an arm and hand fell off the blade. So I just set the blade down. and started backing up. As I did I bumped into Artio. she looked at me with eyes full of sadness. she lowered herself to my eye level and just gave me a bear hug, and for the first time in several days, I felt at peace.

I felt better over the next few days as I walked back to Astrid's office. Emma was outside the door. she had a disapproving look. she sighed and said"Thank you for saving me. I should have taken the situation more seriously and not teased you. I should have been more focused," I shrug to which she responds "This still changes nothing between us though, but I owe you one." I shrug again "Can you do something besides shrug?"

"Well, what would you like me to do?" I ask

she groans annoyed then says, "Tell me yesterday an aberration and that monster that came out of you was just a bad dream," she pauses and then says, "Yesterday was quite frightening." Emma said with a very uncharacteristically demure tone.

"I wish that were the truth, but Lami-Orochi is always there. I will say it's never that bad though...I guess everything has been getting to me a lot more than I thought." I said contemplative

"I hate that I am going to say this but if you want someone to talk to I am here for you," Emma said. we both looked at each other shocked but instead of teasing her I took the better path and said

"I appreciate it," I say to Emma I hug her which surprises her stiff. after breaking the hug she is frozen at first but hugs me back. After that, I walked into Astrid's office. Astrid was super chipper and bright today.

"Thank you for protecting Emma for me. She told me about the craziness." Astrid says

"Hopefully not too much." I tease

"Only how you defeated the wielder of Excalibur single-handedly as he was trying to burn an entire forest, but what else should she have expected from my bestie who's fought, Titans." Astrid paused before saying "I am sorry again for turning on you, and I just want to thank you again for helping me. is there anything I can do at least to repay...besides the Porsche."

"Um actually if this goes well can you buy Ive's company? I don't like how they're treating their girls." I ask

"Tj. I know you're mad but..." Astrid starts

I cut her off and explained "I am not mad at that...I am mad at the circumstances that brought me here obviously, but what I really don't like is how they went about resolving the issue. No, I will admit I fell for an Idol I got caught up in the fantasy of it working out the worst mistake any K-pop fan could make. I made a mistake and it won't happen again...however, I would like for you to take care of Ive since their own company won't."

"Always the hero." Astrid teases

"I guess. Let's get to work." I say

Astrid nodded and I got another text from Mina who was playing Miiirym. I smiled. Astrid noticed and said

"It's Mina isn't it?" she asks

"Is it that obvious?" I ask in return

"Well to most no, but I've known you almost ten years Tj. I know all your tells. So before we talk tell me what you feeling." Astrid says in between laughs

Seeing no way out of this I oblige my friend “Yeah I've fallen for her and I hate it, and I know I just made that mistake but I am not going to let my heart run the show this time.” I assert firm

“Wait why?” Astrid asks confused,

“Because I just got out of a “relationship” with another idol,” I say

Astrid pursed her lips before saying, “You know I would call that more a fling. You two were only an item like a week and a half maybe? You have been separated longer than you were together.”

“Regardless I'm not ready,” I say firmly to Astrid

Astrid laughs and when she realizes I wasn't joking asks, “Why not?”

“Well mostly because I…”I start.

Before I could finish Astrid said, “Before you tell me you don't think she likes you. Keep in mind she listened to you talk about magic for two and a half hours.”

“It was over two hours?” I ask

“Yes, and you only stopped because the rest of Twice was watching you for the last 30 minutes, and you got embarrassed,” Astrid says in between bursts of Laughter.

“What if I'm not ready or good enough,” I say ashamed to Astrid.

Astrid smiles and then says,” You know my worry for you wasn't any of that my worry for you was could you play "the game" to get to a relationship.” I looked up at Astrid, “You are so incredibly kind and caring that any girl would be lucky to have you. Not me though I'm too crazy for you. Your frustration about “the game” is what held you back from being cuffed and now you've got a model esque star who likes you. Just take the chance dummy.”

I nod and then smile before saying “Okay I trust you”

“Great now let's get to work so I can go on a date with my girlfriend,” Astrid exclaims proudly

After another day of work and spewing my guts to Astrid I get a text from Mina. “Hey can you come over I need your help.” the text reads. I groan and head that way. I tell Astrid who reminds me to be firm with my boundaries. On the way out I see Yujin and her boyfriend walking into the lobby. I sneak past them and smile. They seem so happy and cute together. When the couple bumps into Astrid they begin to chat, and I leave before I am noticed. Or so I thought

“Why is TJ avoiding me?” Yujin asks Astrid looking in my direction as I walk out. her boyfriend tenses at the mention of my name.

“Well knowing him it's because he's probably not ready to talk yet, but please know he's not mad at you or anything just has a lot going on and you know how he gets,” Astrid says

“Yeah, when he locks in he locks in hard.” Yujin agrees with Astrid to go on a double date with Astrid Emma, and her boyfriend.

I arrive at the Mina's apartment complex. I get to the elevator and ride it to Mina's apartment. I knock and am met by Dahyun and her super-bright smile. Once upon a time when I was a baby “Once”, I considered her my bias due to both being the same age but times change.

“Hi Jio,” she says happily. I smile and look at her confused

“Who's Jio?” I ask

Dahyun looks at me confused “I thought was your name that's what Astrid said” she exclaimed frustrated.

“I pause and say my name is Theo not… you know what I like Jio so yeah it's Jio.” I say not to make Dahyun feel worse. Dahyun smiles at my acceptance of yet another new nickname.

I walk in and Chaeyoung points to Mina's room and says “She's in there waiting for you lover boy.” I shrug confused and Chaeyoung notices my tattoos. “Oh those are so cool,” she states I say thank you and go to Mina's room. She's lying on her bed and staring at me when the door opens.

“How do you beat counterspells," she asks with an adorable pout.

“That depends on the colors. My recommendation for green is always a veil of summer or an autumn veil, but if you're in blue you can just counter them back” Mina nods takes out a notebook, and starts writing it down. As I stand there awkwardly she pats the floor next to her bed where a nice little cushion is waiting for me. Almost immediately after sitting down her hands are in my hair and on my shoulders.

“So why is blue the only color with ways to deal with things on the stack?” Mina asked quizzically

“Honestly I don't know. That is one of the things I think is a failed design space. I think there's room for something like a fight target spell in green or a deal damage to target spell in red.” I reply

“But Green already has fight spells,” Mina says confused

“Let me explain when I say fight target spell I mean target spell on the stack not on the battlefield. So like let's say you have Miirym out and I'm trying to counter one of your Old Gnawbone you cast. I (and other players) should have the ability to have a spell that isn't just Blue to deal with it. Before it resolves” I elaborate

“Okay, I think I get it,” Mina affirms I nod and just let her continue to run her fingers through my hair. we sit together for a while as the emotions begin to charge the air, but it's not as overwhelming as I'd thought it would be. Out of the blue Mina says, “Thank you for teaching me all of this. I feel like I'm getting better so much faster than I would be otherwise. You know you're a really good guide.”

“No problem Mrs. Myoui,” I reply

Mina turns me to face her and says, “Call me Mina. We are friends aren't we Jio.”

The way she said that was emotionally charged insanely. Her hands wandered down to my collar where she turned my face to hers. I look into her big soft brown eyes and I feel safe. I feel like I could tell her anything and she would just be like "okay" and be okay with it. the guarding of my heart and mind all just kinda crumbled and I leaned in and kissed her. She smelled nice. We sat there for a moment lost in our little world. When my brain came back online I looked at her and all my worries came back in full force I had fallen for another idol, and she had me in deep.

“What's wrong?” Mina asked concerned as she wove her hands in mine. I hesitate to answer but her presence drags it out.

“I really like you,” I say

“I can see that, and I really like you as well.” Mina teases while still holding my hand.

“But I don't want to cause trouble for you with JYP,” I say

“Why would you? You know we can date so it's not a problem, besides most people think I like Chae and Momo," Mina said teasingly. then there was a pause as I tried to establish some level of boundary because I still felt "dirty" in all of this, "You know you're so cute when you're flustered.” Mina teases

“I love that you care so much for others too. Now kiss my boyfriend.” Mina says before bringing my head back up to hers and thrusting me into a heated kiss.

If I were to describe intimacy with Mina it was "involved". She was handsy. I felt her caressing my cheek my neck my shoulders and my upper body. She only paused to say, “Don't be afraid you can touch me as well.” to put this to practice she put my hand on her waist as she had me melt more into the kiss. When we finally stopped she smiled and smirked “Okay now that that's done, let's get down to business.” she said as she took out her notebook. “Help me build a paper deck so I can play you.” I smile and say

“Okay, whatever you say Mina.” we spent most of the rest of the night deck-building. We took a little break to order some take-home but for the most part, we stayed in her bed spooning and deck building. That's when I saw how invested she was. She wanted to build Mirrym on paper, which made sense because she had been playing the deck non-stop since she downloaded Arena. She had a lot of really good ideas to translate it the only issue was Commander and Historic Brawl were exceptionally different so when I started showing her all these other cards and strategies she quickly pivoted from Mirrym to Animar, Soul of Elements because it filled a similar niche, but pivoted back to Mirrym since she knew Mirrym so well at this point. The only thing I was adamant she added was the Maskwood Nexus and Archetype of Endurance. She was unsure because it was extremely mana expensive and she didn't know if it was worth the investment. I asked her to trust me and she did so she added both

We both eventually fell asleep. I dreamed about her all night, and when I woke up seeing her wrapped in my arms was a bit wild. I quickly attempted to remove my hands but Mina was jolted awake by the action and turned to me asking what was wrong

“I uh felt.” I stammered

“Your hands were fine,” she said before pulling me into another kiss that led to a make-out session. When we were finished we got up and I headed back to the penthouse. While I did so Mina smirked at me the whole time.

“What is something wrong?” I asked

“No just looking at my handsome boyfriend be all flustered,” she said confidently.

I nod and reply, “I'll pick up your list after work and get you sleeves and a deck box. Do you have any preferences?”

Sana shook her head and said, “Just make sure they're cute and I'll be happy.” I nodded and kept moving. When I got back to the penthouse I got a question asking if I made it back safely from Mina. I replied “Yes dear” which led to her sending me a “:)” back as I walked I thought to myself this is going to take some getting used to. Opening the door I felt six expectant eyes staring at me.

“So where have you been” Astrid said in a teasing tone.

“I was with Mina. We deck built and nothing else happened.” I answer

Alex nodded and said “Right” sarcastically. As I moved around the penthouse. Aurora laughed before saying

“She has you wrapped around her fingers doesn't she?”

I nod which causes everyone to laugh at me. I go to the shower to get ready for the day. after that, I head to the office with Astrid. we get more prep work done when there's a knock on the door. Astrid opens it and I see Yujin. I blink rapidly hoping for a way out but not this time.

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