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cevansbrat0007 · 10 months
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Back to Sleep
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Summary: Ari has the perfect cure for your insomnia.
Warnings: Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Insomnia, Brat!Reader, Spanking, Unprotected Sex, Soft D/s themes, Hand Job (implied), Discussions of Punishments, Bondage (mentioned), Manhandling, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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“Could’ve sworn I had it in my hand when I walked out.” You mumble as you creep to the edge of your man’s bedroom. Using the flashlight feature on your phone, you scan the room, hoping to see where you’d left the charger for your Kindle.
You eventually spy it laying on the floor next to the nightstand. Holding your breath, you tiptoe back inside, taking special care not to make a sound. The last thing you wanted to do was wake up your bounty hunter. Especially since it had taken you so long to extricate yourself from him and that bed in the first place. 
As much as Ari Levinson said he wasn’t the cuddling type, his actions led you to believe otherwise. When that oversized menace wasn’t sleeping practically on top of you, he was taking up all the space - leaving you with hardly any. 
When you’d pointed that out the other day, he’d simply shrugged and mumbled something about sleeping better when he knew where you were. And then when you responded with it didn’t mean he had to take up the entire bed with you in it, he’d just shrugged again and said: “Well Bird, I reckon the safest place for you to sleep might be right here in my arms then, huh?” 
Stunned, you’d been left with virtually no other option except to agree with his logic. And the smug grin that slid across his handsome features let you know that you’d just lost a pretty major battle. 
But deep down, you really hadn’t cared as much as you might’ve let on. Maybe it was okay for you to like sleeping beside this sweet beast of a man. Especially since you seemed to be doing an awful lot of it lately.
However, that didn’t mean sharing a bed was without its downsides. In fact, you were in the midst of experiencing one right now. Because while Ari appeared dead to the world after a long day of chasing cold leads, you were wide awake. 
Which was unfortunate since you were the type of girl who loved her sleep. And now it looked like you’d be lucky if you got any at all tonight. Well, at least you’d had the forethought to bring along some reading material just in case. 
Maybe in the morning you would ask Ari if he was okay with you leaving a couple books at his place. While you suspected he wouldn’t be thrilled at the prospect of having a stack of romance novels taking up space on his nightstand, you also doubted he would say no. 
If anything, he would more than likely view it as a sign you planned to come back. You were too attached to your books to just abandon them with a man who would never be able to fully appreciate them.    
Once you manage to snag your charger, you quietly make your way back to your man’s sparsely furnished living room. Just the other night you’d brought up the fact that the cozy space could seriously benefit from a splash of color, along with a couple of throw pillows for the surprisingly comfy sofa. Ari’s response that time?  
“Have at it. Credit card is in my wallet. Take the silver, not the blue. Let me know if you wanna go to that one mall the next town over. I hear they’ve got better stores.” He’d said all of that without so much as batting an eye before returning his attention back to his laptop. 
Meanwhile, you'd been so shocked that somebody could’ve knocked you over with a feather. You were starting to find it annoying every time Ari Levinson rendered you speechless.       
You settle on the couch with a soft sigh, your body sinking into the plush cushions as you curl up with your beloved device. While it could never replace the feeling of holding a physical book in your hands, it did still serve a purpose. And right now that purpose was providing a healthy distraction from your anxiety-inducing bout of insomnia.
Powering on your Kindle, you immediately select the first book in Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander Series that also went by the same name. It was one of your favorites, which explained why you were currently in the middle of a much needed reread. 
Before you forgot, you make sure to lean over and hook up your charger. And then you clear your mind, allowing yourself to get lost in the magic of Gabaldon’s highlander epic, set in 1743 Scotland. You immediately pick up where you left off, with James Fraiser on a crusade to rescue his wife who was being held prisoner by the infamous Jonathan “Black Jack” Randall. 
And even though you’ve read this part multiple times, you find yourself getting swept up in the details of the dreamy highlander’s daring plan to save his Sassenach from her twisted captor’s clutches. 
You’re so engrossed in the chaos unfolding on the pages that you almost don’t hear Ari calling for you – your name fading into the chaotic background of the fictional raid on Black Jack’s stronghold. 
“Bird?” 
This time your head snaps up, your mind abandoning the antics of The Dunbonnet and his crew. You adjust your position on the couch, craning your neck as you listen out for whatever it was Ari needed.
“In here.” You reply, your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip. After a moment or two, you’re treated to the sight of a sleepy and disheveled Ari as he comes ambling around the corner sporting nothing but a pair of black silk boxers that left very little to the imagination.
He didn’t know this, but they were quickly becoming your favorite pair. 
“Got worried.” His voice comes out rough as he approaches, squinting as his eyes work overtime to adjust to the light. “Thought you might’ve left. Roads are dangerous this time of night.” He runs a hand through his tousled locks, attempting to brush them out of his face so that he can get a better look at your lounging form. 
Assuming that your oversized Harry Potter t-shirt and panties counted as pajamas. 
“Nope. I’m right here.” You tell him, offering up a sheepish smile. “Just me and Jamie Fraser. Doing our thing.”
“Who?” Ari levels you with a confused gaze, clearly not understanding the reference. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna pretend to know who that is. But this Jamie guy needs to go find his own woman since it’s high time for mine to come back to bed where she belongs.” He informs you, scratching at an itch along his muscled abdomen.
“But I’m okay right here, Ari.” You do your best to reassure him. “Plus, I can’t sleep. Stupid insomnia. And the last thing I wanna do is keep you up after you’ve had a crazy long day.” You let out a yawn as you innocently stretch your arms overhead, missing just how quickly your bounty hunter’s attention shifts to your breasts as you arch your back.
“Bedtime, Duchess.” He holds out his hand to you, raising a tawny brow when you don’t immediately acquiesce. “Now, please.”
“But I just told you that I couldn’t sleep!” You protest when Ari plucks your e-reader from your grasp and sets it aside so that it can continue charging without interruption. Later, you would appreciate how gentle he always seemed to be with your things. But not right now. 
Right now, you wanted to pout.
“And I heard you, baby. Loud and clear.” He smiles indulgently before leaning down to lift you into his arms, his thick biceps curling around your body as he begins to carry you back to his bedroom. “But as your man, I happen to have the perfect cure for even the worst possible case of insomnia.” 
Winding your own arms around his neck, you decide to give into temptation and bury your face in the crook of his shoulder. Breathing him in, you find yourself reveling in the clean, masculine scent that was all uniquely him.
Ari presses a tender kiss to the top of your head, loving how it makes you giggle. You didn’t know this, but your sweet little laugh was easily becoming one of his favorite sounds. Almost to the point where he often found himself willing to do just about anything to hear it. 
Christ help him when you realized just how much of a sucker he was becoming for you. Some days he felt like he was falling hard and fast without a parachute. Which meant he was bound to be a goner. 
But until then, he was going to do everything in his power to bring you down with him.
Once you both have safely reentered the bedroom, he kicks the door shut with his foot without so much as a second look. He was a man on that mission. And nothing could be allowed to get in the way of seeing to his woman, who was apparently in desperate need of a good night’s sleep.
“I got you.” Ari gently places you down on the bed, ensuring that you don’t bounce too hard or anything like that. Once you’re settled, he makes quick work of relieving you of your top, freeing your breasts to his hungry gaze. 
His rapidly hardening cock twitches inside his boxers as he watches them bounce, your sweet nipples practically begging him to taste. But he stops short of giving-in when he gets a good look at what else you’ve got on beneath that damn shirt.
“What the hell is up with these?” He growls, his fingers finding their way into the waistband of your pink, cotton panties. “And why are you wearing them in my bed?” He cups your chin with his free hand, the pad of his thumb brushing across the softness of your lip. “Did you forget the rule, sweet Bird?”
You feel the blush rising to your cheeks, even as you bite your tongue. Because of course you hadn’t forgotten this particular rule. Although, it would serve him right if you had – especially since he always seemed to have so flipping many of them.
“Well?” Ari asks again, his grip tightening just a fraction. “What’s my rule?”
“No panties in bed unless they’re absolutely necessary.” You rasp in time with the goosebumps springing up along your heated flesh. 
“And are they necessary?” His commanding tone has your nipples pebbling with desire. Whether you liked it or not, your body was slowly training itself to respond to his special brand of dominance. “Or were you just feeling a little disobedient? Hm?”
“I…th–the second one, maybe.”
The look on your man’s face let you know that he’s far from pleased. But perhaps he might at least be willing to allow points for honesty.  
“Take them off and hand them to me.” He temporarily relinquishes his hold, giving you the chance to obey. 
You watch with baited breath as he graciously accepts them before bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply. A strangled groan escapes his throat as his eyes threaten to roll back in his head, the erotic sound making your increasingly slick pussy flutter with need. 
You force yourself to remain silent as he repeats the action once more, before finally tossing them over his shoulder and returning his attention back to you. 
“Now, be a good girl and turn over on your belly.” 
Pulse hammering in your ears, you only briefly hesitate before doing as he asks. But it’s not until you’re finally in position that true understanding finally dawns. Less than a minute later, you feel Ari’s hand collide with your upturned ass.
“Ow!” You shiver as a delicious wave of heat blooms across your vulnerable cheeks, your hands fisting the covers in preparation for the next blow. Your hips jerk when his hand connects for a second time, your traitorous body growing more and more excited as the anticipation builds. 
And of course you knew what was expected to come next. Your handsome bounty hunter was waiting for an apology. Because it wasn’t enough for you to simply acknowledge your flagrant disregard for his no-panties policy. Oh no. Leave it to your Beast to take things a step farther.
“I’m not hearing anything, little Bird.” Ari lands another smack before pausing his sensual assault in favor of removing his boxers, allowing his heavy cock to spring free. A sight you would’ve been permitted to enjoy had your man not thought it was more prudent to punish you first. “Speak now, unless you’ve made your peace with having a sore ass.” 
Ari had no problem continuing on with your spanking. He could watch that sweet booty of yours dance for hours and still not get tired of it.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” You whimper, rising up to welcome the next slap. “It won’t happen again.” 
Except you both knew that it would. Maybe not necessarily in the form of you wearing certain undergarments when you shouldn’t, but Ari was convinced that it was only a matter of time before you decided to test him again. And when you did, he vowed he’d be ready.
Satisfied with your response, you only have to endure one final blow before he finally sees fit to end your punishment. “Thank you, sweetness. You think you’re finally ready for that special remedy I promised you?”
“Uh huh.” You breathe, feeling grateful when he helps you sit up. By now you can practically feel the sticky wetness seeping out from between your thighs as your core spasms - your empty walls clenching around nothing. You didn’t need to turn on the lights to know that you were making quite the mess. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”
Of its own accord, your hand reaches out to grasp his straining cock, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. He was so fucking big that it was damn near impossible for you to wrap your hand around his impressive girth. Not that your man was complaining or anything. 
In fact, Ari was always so unbelievably patient whenever you took it upon yourself to satisfy him. A true gentleman in every sense of the word. Well…until he wasn’t. 
“You had better.” He grits out as you continue to work him up and down with unhurried, measured strokes. “Otherwise next time I might have to tie you up. Maybe teach you a lesson that way and see if it sticks.”
His head falls back onto his shoulders as you focus on tracing one of his manhood’s more prominent veins with the edge of your thumb, loving the way he shudders beneath your touch. He lets you have your way for a few more minutes, until his skin is flushed and a thin sheen of sweat dots his brow.
That’s when he puts a stop to things, if only because he’s not ready to cum yet. And even if he was, he was the kind of man who believed in putting his woman first. Brat or not. 
“I still think it’s a shame, but whatever you say, Ari.” You giggle, feeling more than a little playful when he gestures for you to get comfortable in the middle of the bed. He soon joins you, the pillow-soft mattress sinking under his weight. 
“Damn right, Duchess.”
Ari doesn’t stop until he’s looming above you, his big body blocking out the moonlight. Right now he looks every inch the predator – from the feral gleam in his eyes to the wolfish grin on his lips. There's little doubt that he plans to leave you deliciously sated by the time the sun comes up.
“Are you mine, Bird?” The question comes on the heels of a seductive purr. Before you can respond, his head dips to take your lips in a gentle kiss. You grant him full access to your mouth after the first brush of his skilled tongue, content to let him take the lead. 
You could be in charge another night.
“Yes.” There was no use in arguing that particular point anymore. You belonged to him for the foreseeable future. And you were okay with that. “But only if you’re mine too.” The unexpected phrase all but leaps out of your mouth before you can think better of it.
Ari immediately pulls away, his eyes darkening with a passion so intense it robs you of breath. “You want me to be yours?” The vicious sound rumbles out from somewhere deep in his chest. “You thinkin’ about keeping me like I am you?”
“Maybe.” You whisper as one of your legs hitches itself around his trim waist, pulling him down on top of you with a slight "oof". “That a problem?” You do everything in your power to keep your tone light, bordering on challenging.
But somewhere deep down you knew that if this moment didn’t go your way, it just might shatter that delicate thing inside you. That part of your spirit that was a little more fragile than you were actually willing to admit.        
“Nope.” Ari responds after a beat. “Perfectly fine by me.” And just like that, you can breathe again.
This time when his mouth finds yours there’s nothing sweet or soft about it. The kiss is a frenzied gnashing of teeth and tongue, with both of you fighting for dominance. One of Ari’s hands dives into your thick curls, wrenching your head back so that he can lavish attention along the curve of your throat, marking you up the way he’s been dreaming about since he walked through the doors of your shop that fateful day.
Ari Levinson was well aware that a woman of your caliber deserved fancy things like flowers and candy and fucking sappy poetry. All things that he was going to do his damnedest to give you. But until he calmed down enough to string a couple sentences together – or at the very least Google some Shakespeare and Bronte – you’d have to settle for a more savage kind of love.   
He grinds his cock against your drenched pussy, both of you groaning in unison as it slides through your messy folds. “Is all this honey for your man, baby?” You feel him smile against your neck before he goes back to gifting you with more love bites before moving on to toy with your pouting nipples. 
Thank goodness you owned a damn good concealer, otherwise you’d have a hell of a time explaining away your new, soon-to-be hickies to your nosey customers. 
“It’s all for you, Beast.” You gasp, as you buck and writhe beneath him. “Need you inside me, please. Want you to fuck me.” It was almost as if you couldn’t stand being without him for even a minute longer. 
That’s all your man needs to hear. Ari pulls away briefly, his breathing slightly labored as he lines himself up with your weeping entrance. “Well, since you asked so pretty.” One quick thrust is all it takes for you to welcome him home, your greedy walls clamping down around his shaft and refusing to let go. “Fuck!”
“That’s it.” You whimper, urging him to move as your heels dig into the small of his back. “Fuck me. Fuck your pussy, baby.” Your bounty hunter is all too eager to comply, pumping in and out of you with several shallow thrusts. 
Eventually, he decides to take pity on you and give you what you really need. Every single incredible inch of his thick, perfectly built cock.   
One of his hands reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours. Meanwhile, he uses the other to maintain his balance so that he can go deep the way you need him to, letting you feel every sensual movement of his hips.
“Mine.” Ari snarls with each fevered stroke. “All mine, Bird. Just like this tight little cunt.” Your toes curl as he adjusts the angle so that his dick hits your spot just right. Fucking perfect. It’s so good you’ve got fireworks dancing behind your eyes.    
“Ooh!” You cry, raking your nails down his back. Because fuck it. It was only fair that your man bear your marks too. “Oh God, Beast!Please!Oh God, baby.Yes!”
“Never lettin’ you go.” Ari rears back slightly, but he doesn’t stop fucking you. He doesn’t even slow down. Instead he becomes hyper-focused on your connection, seemingly enthralled with the way you accept him every time surges in and out of your wet heat. “Always fuck that sweet ass back to sleep.” He slaps your flank hard, his bruising fingers digging into your thigh. 
“S’close, Ari.” You mewl as the pleasure continues to build, your mind slowly threatening to come undone. “Don’t–don’t stop!”
Thankfully, your man couldn’t…not even if he wanted to. And he really, really didn’t want to. But even as you feel that red hot coil tighten in your belly, you knew he was only just getting started. 
Honestly, you’d be lucky if either of you got any sleep before the night was through. But that was also fine by you. Because you were always ready to go a few more rounds with your man. 
And who knows? Maybe this next time, he’d even allow you to be on top. Or not. Although, you supposed it never hurt to dream. With or without a good night’s sleep.
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asgardxvii · 1 year
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Heat
Helloo!! this is my first writing. I got desperate that there were not many Tsu'tey fics yk.
This is kinda OC Tsu'tey and real? 'cause we haven't seen much and he looks caring for his clan in some movie scenes. Alsoo I'm sorry if I have any gramatical error in the fic, english it's not my first language. I tried to put my best in it tho, I'd love feedback, thankss!! <3
WC: 1,4+K
Pairing: Tsu'tey x Avatar!AFAB Reader.
Warnings: NSWF/SMUT; dry humping, seasonal heat, OC!Tsu'tey.
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Perhaps the fact of being surrounded by all the dangerous flora and fauna of Pandora was a sign to end the walk. The imminent calling of dead at your doorstep, knocking some sense into you, but it was an empty call for you in this state of mind.
Running to the usual spot, a known path, crossed many times before. Feet moving just by themselves, no indication to stopping till the specified place to make the melting warm consuming your brain cease. The enigmatic heat that you have yet to ask your dear teacher, Jake or Neitiry; still they all seem like the last resource. Paradoxically this could still be associated to a seasonal heat of some animals. You know the answer. However, if the situation needs it, is there someone willing to be the one to melt with you, to love you even?
The glowing nature of this world so blinding in this state, merely enough to keep your foggy brain away of those familiar piercing eyes watching you run, aroused and alone. Every step you take slowing down enough to now be kneeling in the cold leaf bed, the one only thing awaiting at the end of the path. Said space enclosed by the ethereal nature of Pandora’s forest, tall trees, branches and a nearby river hiding sounds and doing the best to shield you from the exterior. You have found and kept this place as a secret just for this exact time. You know there´s also a unique view from the trees, the best for the burning alien eyes on you, giving a full access to every part of your anatomy, every luminescent dot and your dampened loincloth as well.
You have known who they were from the start, playing dumb it´s a better choice than just clearing thing out for an uncomfortable conversation and maybe an ending to it all. It's also easy to recognize him, more when you´re both glued to each other in a daily basis; as student and teacher, risking to say friends now. A handsome, strong and noble na'vi warrior. The magnificent hunter. The number one fantasy running through your mind in your current state, Tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan.
He knows that the possessive embrace he has on your schedule is just an excuse to keep you under him, know everywhere you go to and who you talk to. Even your seasonal heat weaving in front of everyone now, he sometimes wishes you've not accomplished the rite of passage. Every weak male trying to get to his mate, it's an ice bucket thrown to his face. Deceiving all of them was the right answer, keeping all away from his breathtaking and bewitching lover.
This is going to smash his sanity, every season, even everyday it´s hell for him. Can't touch you, court you and claim you before everyone, his duty weighing on him. And this moment watching you touch yourself in your softest places, trying to fulfill his role as your mate. Relief so far away from your delicate fingers, frustration painting your beautiful tearful face. He should just bring himself to aid you, then he heard you, his name coming from your soft lips. "Tsu'tey, please! I-I know you're there," you cried for him. The young na'vi's body went rigid, his presence being known by you was not something expected.
Creeping closer to you, scent burning his nose. Pupils blowing as wide as they can be, feet walking faster taking him to you; the need to touch you, be your only satisfaction feeding his reason. Shameful scenes replaying through his mind, while he fall to his knees before you. Being this close, between your sublime body. Watching you from this close range, sweet face looking lose in translation and pure bliss; gasp's escaping your mouth as he fondles your doughy thighs, passionate touches interrupted by your pleasing voice, "I want you to be honest with m-me, Tsu'tey. W-What do you feel about me?”
His breathing getting heavier, warrior's hands trembling, creeping closer to your jaw softly caressing your skin to memory. Face inching closer, leaning into you with every word, "I have been foolish, my love. I-I should've been more open about my feelings for you," he whispered against your lips. Mouth in a feather like manner touching his, shyly turning into a desperate need to feel each other.
 Kisses broke by his confession, "I see you, my little dream. You have tempted me for too long. I can't wait anymore," Almost hissing he admits, "I'm jealous of the men that look at you, scared they might take you away from me." His scowl breaking, your fascinating laugh taking all the attention, it's impressive how distracting his mate can be.
The young man's hands capturing your waist, a corner of his mouth lifted "You're not supposed to be laughing, my love," Your face getting hotter with the changing position, being on top of his lap is rather shameful.
Arms going around his neck for support, face hiding there too. "Umm, I don’t like anyone else. Maybe a handsome warrior, I think you may know him!" you chuckle at the same time your face jumped out of your hiding spot. Soft pecks quickly deliver in your face distracting you, while his hand little by little traveled to your mount, heavy patting you over your loincloth; a sharp intake of air making you light-headed.
Rutting over his calloused digits, you mumble dizzy, "Hmm, don't play, s-skxawng.” Your smaller hand wrapped around his wrist, hurrying his motion.  
Words bubbling cut short by your warrior making direct contact with your wet pussy folds as he moved your loincloth to the side, fingers playfully brushing your clit. Hips following his caress on you, aching for the so called release. Your desire does not go unnoticed by him, the tent forming in his cloth is a sign of it, grinding heavily against your ass.
Resting your forehead softly in his, breath fanning his lips, “I need to feel you more, Tsu'tey.” you spoke in a whisper. Placing your hand in his chest, traveling unhurriedly to his pelvis. Fingers sprawl against his loincloth, helping free himself, and slowly brushing your thumb over his cock-head; starting a torturing circular motion, pre-cum dripping on your hand. Mimicking your movements, he pushed two fingers easily inside your soaked cunt; your breath getting quicker with every matching pump. His lips ghosting your pulsing point, lapping your salty skin, “Can't mate you yet. We’ve to do it before Eywa, my dream. Even so I still want to feel you more,” his voice sounding needier and fucked out.
“I know what to do, just let m-me," you babbled, trying to pick yourself up. Strong hands nestle under the weight of your thighs and helped you do so, "Thank you. I'm not weak, you know. I-I can't do much when I'm like this.” you said shyly, ears flattened against your scalp.
Still with his arms embracing you, subtle thumps of his tail echoing as your palms rest flat on his chest. The comfort filling your system, relaxing your bodies into each other. You felt him move, kissing the crown of your head. "I'm watching, I don't want to just feel you," he murmured against your hair, hands reaching to untie your loincloth.
You just went for it, accommodating your thighs at each side of his hips. Feeling the heavy weight of his cock over your drenched pussy, rutting languidly against you. Thighs flexing with every torn movement, hands holding harshly on his shoulders.
Gaze fixed on him, consume by desire; softening scowl tainting his face as his ears folded and his eyes closed. Partially open mouth groaning with every improper grind of your hips, such a strong warrior weak before you, grazing the clouds of pleasure with his fingertips.
Embracing him closer, breathing him in; trying to forget the crawling need to fuck him, while the pooling heat at the pit of your stomach numbed your mind. Grinding slowly over his glistening cock, mewling at every catch of your nub. The tender pace stopped by his rougher hands on your hips, “Don’t tease me anymore, my dream," he hissed angrily at you.
Thrust getting faster, possessive grip on your hips heavier with every move. Pussy dripping, ready to fall over the edge at any minute. You know his release is not that far either, his shaft twitching against your wet folds. His calloused hand went directly to cup your face, mouths smashing together and tongues tangling exploring the other.
Hips stuttering on their look for release, moans quiet down by the fervent kiss. "I'm c-close, Tsu'tey," broken words stuttered in-between desperate kisses and moans. Sopping wet pussy pulsing him in as he creamed over the inside of your supple thighs, hot cum dribbling slowly.
Resting on his muscular chest as you played lazily with his hands, "We should rest, yawntu. We'll have to do this all over again later," he mumble.
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buckysdolls · 11 months
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The Right Date
Damian Priest One Shot
TW: Mild Language, Implied sexual encounter 18+ really
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The WWE was your home. Your shelter. Your life. Ever since you were a teeny toddler, being held in the arms of your brother Paul, wrestling and most importantly WWE was all you’d ever known. Paul known to the wrestling world as Triple H always had you backstage at shows as his cheerleader, you were always making the strong men feel broody as they tried to make you laugh through your chubby cheeks. Thus when you reached fifteen you laced up your first ever pair of boots and never looked back. Fast forward fourteen years and you’ve reached the same level of stardom as your inspiration, your brother. 
He watched in awe from the flat screen backstage, every little detail about you made him crumble. The way the crowd cheered for you, your ring gear hugging you in places he wished he could and your smile, you damned smile whenever he witnessed it, it would push him over the edge. Most of the guys in the locker room knew you were not to be played with due to their boss, Paul, being well… their boss and your brother. It was kind of an unspoken rule… ‘The boss’ sister… off limits’ though that didn’t stop you harmlessly flirting and that didn’t stop him innocently wishing you were his and taking advantage of every conversation with you. Whether it be backstage, photo and signing ops or interviews. Damian Priest truly adored everything about you. And you? You were just too modest to see it. 
“Thought I’d find you here” Priest didn’t need to turn around to know it was his road and Judgement Day buddy Balor.
“I never miss a match, she always comes running up to me to get feedback.” Priest replied, his eyes fixated on the match between yourself and Bayley. 
“Yeah course, nothing to do with the fact you're insane about her” Balor chuckled as he patted the shoulders of Priest.
“Yeah well sometimes we can’t always have what we want so I might as well enjoy her from a distance. Being her friend is better than not being in her life at all.” Though it was painful for him to admit his feelings to Balor he continued to remain composed.
“Well I could always set you up with one of Veronica's friends? Help you get over the boss’ sister” Balor purposely emphasised the word boss by saying it louder. Priest kissed his teeth and shook his head through a chuckle.
“Nah man no need, I’m happy” Priest and Balor clasped hands pulling each other in for a hug.
“Say less man. I’ll see you at the gorilla in fifteen yeah?” Balor walked away leaving Priest to catch the closing minutes of your match and see your hand raised in victory. Priest grabbed a bottle of water and made his way to the gorilla to greet you. 
“Always a pleasure with you Pam” You hugged Bayley.
“Likewise. Catch you later” You caught sight of Priest, well it wasn’t  hard to miss the 6ft5 handsome man. You sprinted over to him letting him catch you, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms snaked yours to support you. Your eyes were locked as you both smiled incredibly wide at each other. He tried to settle his hands further down than your waist but he instantly felt the side eyes of Paul watching you both, unwillingly but not wanting to beef with the boss he put you down and handed you the water. You chugged on the water and wiped your mouth gasping.
“So, how was it? Good, bad, average?” You looked up at Priest inquisitively.
“Great. No mistakes as far as I could see. Pace was great, kept the audience guessing”
“Nothing? really?” Your face drooped, you were always looking for ways to improve because of the high standards the company and the WWE universe held for you.
“Yeah hun. You were trained by some of the best in the business, sometimes matches are just great and that's okay. Stop doubting your natural ability and talent”
 Hun.. there he goes again, the moments he’d use that word made you feel special. You really couldn’t allow yourself to think much of it even if you really wanted to. Being with Priest was comfortable and safe just like you’d hope a relationship might be but you knew that settling for friends was better than nothing. Besides, one way to take your mind of Priest was a date. You thanked Priest before grabbing your phone from Paul as he praised you. You walked back over to Priest loading up two pictures on your phone. You’d hoped the two pictures would make Damian sweat and feel flustered as well as wanting his opinion on what you should wear tonight on your date.
“Okay, opinions please. This cute little number…” You showed Priest outfit number one, a ruby red two piece consisting of a sleeved low cut bandeau crop top and long bodycon skirt. Priest quietly growled, it was so quiet he didn’t think you’d hear, it felt like an internal thought that he didn’t realise he’d verbalised. You smiled to yourself swiping to the next picture.
“Or this one?” On your screen was you dressed in a velvet little black dress. Both pictures you had clearly posed to show off your god given womanly assets. Damian swiped between the two looking intently.
“ Red one…”
“Perfect, thank you” You smiled at Damian.
“Wait, what is it for?” Damian’s eyebrows furrowed and his arms folded over his chest.
“I have a date tonight. Don’t worry I’m staying to watch you then going.” You moved next to Damian and rested your head on his bicep so you could see the screen. He was toasty in warmth and gosh you felt incredibly turned on leaning against him. The sexual chemistry you felt for him was incredible and here you were stupidly telling him about the date you were going to go on.
“A date? Who with?” Damian asked sourly, he could feel the jealousy coursing through his blood. You tilted your head upwards, your attention taken away from the screen and onto him. You could feel Priest’s muscles had tensed and the bitterness in his voice as he spoke.
“Just some guy.” You mumbled.
“Some guy? Must be real special huh? WWE guy?” 
You nodded your head but didn't respond with who it was exactly.
“Cool. Well I’m on. Enjoy your date, yeah?” Priest walked with the rest of the Judgement Day through the curtains leaving you to catch your balance. You were good at reading people and you knew instantly Priest was not okay with this date you had planned, you just couldn’t tell if it was because he was being protective or… if it was because he was jealous and felt the sexual chemistry just as much as you did.
One hour and 30 minutes had passed, you’d be nursing the same drink the whole time you’d been waiting for your date to show up. It wasn’t like the location was out of the way, it was literally the lounge where all the superstars were staying. You’d seen WWE superstars come and go, the most embarrassing moment was Damian coming in from the arena and seeing you aimlessly swirl your straw in the dregs of your drink. He had given you one single wave and the quickest smile before looking away. You’d caught the attention of a random male who raised his glass at you, you’d never experienced so many males try to flirt with you whilst being stood up at the same time. Slumping your chin into the palm of your hand in defeat you turned over your phone that had been face down on the corner of the table. You opened up your messages with Damian. 
You: You busy?
You didn’t have to wait long for a reply, Damian had replied instantly to your message.
Damo: No, why?
You: Think I’ve been stood up :/
Damo: Want me to come save the day then huh?
You: It is kind of embarrassing sat here, dressed like this... alone. Random men keep trying it on with me…
Damo: I’ll come save the day for you.
It wasn’t long till you saw Damian emerge like he was being presented to you like some chiselled god the way the elevator doors opened and glowed behind him. Signature black shirt, a few buttons left open, black trousers and his dreads parted over each shoulder, he looked charming. Your eyes didn’t leave him once and you watched him walk over until he was sat in front of you. A waiter came over and took your drinks order.
“Good date?” Damian chuckled but stopped when he saw you could almost burst into tears.
“It’s not funny. I feel so stupid.” You whimpered, tucking your fringe behind your ears in an attempt to distract yourself from letting the tears fall. Damian gently took your hand away from your face and held it, settling them down on the table… together.
“The unnamed date is stupid, not you. He’s stupid for leaving a stunning girl like you alone. He’s stupid for letting a hot piece off ass dressed like this be alone. He’s stupid not you.” His voice was deeply angelic as he stroked hand with his thumb. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Damian’ calling you ‘a hot piece of ass’. Your drinks had been delivered and the waiter looked rather disheartened as he looked down at your hands as he previously and unsuccessfuly tried to flirt with you. A few moments passed when Austin Theory had approached your table, he took notice of the hands and huffed.
“Austin huh?” Damien raised and wiggled his eyebrows at you trying to hold back his laughter at your chosen date. You squinted your eyes at Damian now feeling even sillier. Damian let go of your hand, you’d never felt so empty, he leaned back in the chair.
“Takes time to look this good. Beat it, Priest.” Priest thinned his lips still containing his chuckles, he raised his hands into the air and pushed his chair back ready to stand. You shot up from your own chair and demanded for Priest to sit down. His face of held back laughter had now turned to confusion.
“Sit down Damian!” You firmly instructed him and on your second command he did so.
“C’mon babe? Don’t be like this, I was looking forward to our date” Damian watched on in envy as Austin’s hand tapped your bum. You shoved Austin’s away and sat in your seat.
“I’m on my date. With the person I’m supposed to be on a date with. So if you’d please excuse yourself and leave” Austin flipped the pair of you off and walked away claiming “you have no idea what you’re missing out on.”
“Egotistical prick” You mumbled under your breath.
“That melon? Really?” Damian was finally able to blurt out chuckling. 
“Shut up!” You rolled your eyes trying not to crack a smile.
“ So this is a date then?” Priest asked, leaning forward on the table.
“If that’s what you want?” You replied also leaning forward, your proxemics becoming intimate. Priest shook his head rolling his lips before speaking.
“This is what I want” He passionately grasped your cheeks into his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You had no complaints from your end and enjoyed the most sexual tension filled kiss you’d ever had. Pulling away you laughed at Priest’s lips having smudged your lipstick all over him, you sensually wiped it for him, tracing your fingers along his lips.
The date concluded and you ended up back in Damian’s room, with your head in between his thighs enjoying listening to Priest moan as you moved your head up and down.
A loud bang at the door had stopped your flow. Priest raised his head and begged you to continue.
“Priest” Balor’s voice called out from behind the door.
“Ignore it” Priest sighed in enjoyment, throwing his head back as you continued.
“Priest! Open up”
“Nah I can’t enjoy this whilst Balor is calling out your name!” You jolted up wrapping your body in the duvet hinting at Priest to open up. Resentfully, Priest threw on some bottoms and opened the door a jar. 
“What's up man?” Priest asked as Balor looked him up and down.
“Are you coming out?” Balor tried to rear his head round to get a better view of the room.
“Think I’m just going to chill.”
“Hi Balor!” You called out standing in frame so he could barely see you. Balor’s eyes grew wide and fell back onto Priest’s. Balor cheekily smiled and began nodding his head.
“Say no more. Sorry for interrupting” Balor patted Priest on the chest before winking and walking away. Priest closed the door and turned back to you.
“Where were we?” Priest playfully speared you onto the bed removing the sheets from your body. 
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scholastic-dragon · 1 year
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My dearest darling,
May I please ask for
"kissing to try it out"
With the fearless leader himself 🤩💙
I would not be sad if this turned into something Blurple Just gonna throw that out there 😂
Pretty please, but also, no pressure 💙💜
I just love you and your writing so much - You're amazing! 😍🙌🏻
Signed,
~The other Blurple Bitch
For you, my tagging buddy absolutely <3
A call for blurple is one that must be answered
Also, once again, everyone is ADULTS in this fic, no minors here!!!!
Leo x F!reader x Donnie (more so Leo x reader, but Donnie does show up)
No Pressure
Warnings: lots of kisses, established relationship, poly!Turtles (no tscest), spelling mistakes, making out, insecure!Leo my darling,
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"I'm sorry," you chuckle dryly, spinning your mug in your palms. "What exactly are you asking of me?"
Leo sighs, leaning back against the kitchen counters, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"I'm saying we should kiss," He doesn't meet your eyes.
"Hmmmm," You hum, taking a sip of your tea, elbows resting on the breakfast table. "And what was your reasoning, again?" It felt wrong to enjoy how flustered he was.
"To see if this is something we really want,"
You nod, knowing the true intention behind his words.
You and Donnie had been dating for over four months when you both realized Leo also had feelings for you. What started out as embarrassment turned into understanding and now you had the two most handsome boyfriends in the world.
And one of them was clearly trying to sabotage it.
Leo hated the term, but he was insecure. He was worried you didn't actually like him back and was just using him. But he was also nervous because his brain still had yet to accept the fact that you were his girlfriend now, too, not just Donnie's.
"So you want to kiss to see if we really are meant for each other?"
He nods slowly. "So to speak,"
"Alright," You stood from your chair, it scraped across the floor as you sauntered around the table and toward him.
You really shouldn't have enjoyed how wide his eyes went and the scared expression on his handsome face.
You stood before him, looking up into his wonderful eyes.
He cleared his throat, uncrossing his arms and pushing off the counter. "Alright,"
You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach. This would be your first kiss with the handsome leader in blue. After all you'd only been dating a week and a half.
Licking his lips, he quickly leaned forward and pressed a chaiste kiss on your lips, he pulled away before you could even close your eyes.
You chuckle, cupping his face in your hands, leaning close, letting your lips ghost his. "You're not taking this away from me," You mumbled, kissing him passionately and firmly.
He went stiff, his arms and jaw tensing: he was so nervous. You ran your hands down his jaw and neck, rubbing at his shoulders.
"I'm not going anywhere, Lee, I'm yours," You kissed each word on his lips, wanting him to give in.
And give in he did.
He churred loudly, one hand gripping your hip and the other grabbing the back of your head, preventing you from moving.
For how proper and clean Leo normally was, this kiss was messy.
It was quick, firm kisses, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your knees tremble.
You yanked yourself away, gulping down air, your face was bright red.
"God, you're gorgeous," He groaned, pulling you against him, turning you around and lifting you up onto the counter.
Your legs came up, hooking under his shell, holding him as close as possible.
He sucked your bottom lip, then licked it softly. With a moan you open your mouth and let him in.
He explores your tongue, being easy and careful, taking notes as to what you liked.
He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you both. Coming back, he kissed and niped at your jaw and neck. One hand held your hip, the other was massaging your scalp, making your eyes roll back into your head.
You tilt your head back, a breathless whisper of his name leaving you. He churred against your neck.
Someone clearing their throat made you both jump, wide eyes looking to see Donnie standing at the kitchen doorway.
"Donnie, I-"
"We can explain-"
"Can you guys not make out on my coffee counter, please?" He interrupted, holding up his mug and gesturing to behind you.
Leo lifted you, turning and placing you on the island instead. You unhooked your legs, but Leo didn't move himself out of your thighs.
Donnie wordlessly pulled out his coffee maker and started to brew another pot.
"Are you okay?" Leo asked after a moment, eyeing his little brother.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Donnie shrugged, glancing over at the two of you.
"I just wanna make sure you're still cool with all of this," Leo scratched the back of his neck, turning to face his brother more.
"Are you trying to get permission to kiss your girlfriend?" Donnie laughed, filling his cup, and stirring in the creamer.
"No, I just-" Leo's scales turned darker as he tried to argue.
"Good," Donnie smiled, turning and looking at you. "Because the only permission you need is from her," Donnie stepped forward, giving you a quick kiss before heading toward the door.
Leo stared in shock for a moment before shaking his head. "Alright,"
Your and Leo's eyes met, a smirk playing on his lips. His hands traveled up the outside of your thighs, using just the right amount of pressure.
He leaned in and started kissing you firmly, your hands running up and down his arms.
"But, I will say -" Donnie came back in, mug in one hand, and the other pointing at the two of you. You both jerked again, you had to suppress a laugh at Leo's annoyed huff. "If things do escalate, I would like to be invited,"
"Got it, Don,"
"You also might want to move so no one else interrupts~" Donnie took a sip of his coffee, openly enjoying how flustered you looked.
You decided to play along: leaning in you lick a firm stripe up the side of his neck, whispering in his ear. "Perhaps your room?"
tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @happymoonangel @red-phoenixxx @sharpwindow @mysticboombox @dilucsflame33 @tmnt-tychou @sketch-and-write-lover
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theharrowing · 4 months
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Say please
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Yoongi, accompanied by his best friend Namjoon, attends a kink event at an exclusive club, and he meets someone who is as handsome as he is lethal.
🤍 Pretty in Pink Yoongi x Collateral Taehyung
🤍 word count: ≈ 500
🤍 crossover episode between fics, strangers to strangers with benefits, canon compliant (idol) & not canon compliant (mafia), bdsm, poly, slash, nsfw, 18+
🤍 warnings: an allusion to smut with adult language (thinking about having sex with a stranger and mention of having an erection); Yoongi is a very good boy; Taehyung has a pretty new plaything; Namjoon is just along for the ride (a very good boy on the sidelines); Yoongi is in a new pretty pink kitten outfit; restraints (cuffed to a wooden x); impact play (struck with a flogger.)
🤍 notes: technically this takes place somewhere that won't exist until Reconciliation, but i thought this would be some fun foreshadowing. ugh, i really love these two characters and these two fics!!!
🤍 written for the Harrow's Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @sweetestofchaos 🎈 i love you, my darling Chell!!! thank you for always hyping me up and for being an amazing friend (and an amazing writer!!!) you were the first one to sign up and i wrote this so fast lmaooooo.
🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin
🤍 posted dec. 2023
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"Say please," Taehyung growls beside Yoongi's ear, causing a tremor of excitement laced with fear to rock through him. 
"Please," Yoongi whimpers, eyes screwed shut. His fingers are beginning to tingle from his hands being restrained high above his head.
Taehyung's gruff voice commanding, "Look at me," makes Yoongi gasp and open his eyes so wide he has to blink quickly a few times. Taehyung stands before him shirtless, head obstructing the bright red light that otherwise threatens to make Yoongi dizzy. His eyes are covered in a thin layer of blue lace and the hint of a smile that graces Taehyung's face is so sardonic, Yoongi shivers. 
"You're doing great, kitten," Namjoon's soothing voice says from Yoongi's right, calming him instantly. 
This was all Namjoon's idea, after all; gaining access to a kink event run by men so powerful and dangerous-looking that Yoongi questions whether they could have ties to the mafia. Taehyung sidled up to Yoongi fast when he walked in wearing a pretty pink mesh and lace kitten outfit and ears, and it only took about twenty minutes and two glasses of neat whiskey for Yoongi to agree to the proposition of letting the man restrain him right here, in front of all the other clubgoers, and invite him to a world of pleasure and pain unlike anything he has experienced.
"Lots of pretty idols like you come in here to be ruined by seedy thugs like me," Taehyung joked as he led Yoongi to the back of the space where there was a lone wooden X waiting for him to get strapped to. Yoongi had a feeling that had to be the case, based on all the waivers and contracts he had to sign, and the fact that everyone is required to wear a mask. He wishes Hoseok would have come; he thinks Hoseok would really like a place like this.
Although Yoongi only agreed to impact play, Taehyung initially offered to take Yoongi downstairs to a private room for a little more fun. "It's my boyfriend's club," he insisted with a large warm palm splayed against Yoongi's lower back. "We have free reign to do anything your pretty little heart desires. Is your boyfriend into threesomes? I bet I could make both of you cry." 
Even with Namjoon's permission and insistence, Yoongi opted to begin with something more experimental and less sexual. Foolish of him to think flogging wouldn't be sexual.
As he stands in small pink briefs and Taehyung whips his bare skin, Yoongi tingles with desire. He imagines what it would feel like to get marked up this way while stuffed full of some handsome stranger's dick while Namjoon sits and watches.
And with each gentle strike of Taehyung's tools against his skin, the blood rushes to Yoongi's cock, and he considers asking this mysterious man to take him into one of the private rooms and ruin him a little more. Maybe once they're done here. Maybe after a little liquid courage.
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drabbles are such a teeeeaseeeeee but i would have never been able to stop if i didn't end it here. what do you think these two get up to as the night continues? sound off in the notes! 🤍
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anniebear-92 · 8 months
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Afterlife
Part Four - First Meet... Again
Summary: After so long of trying to get your attention he finally has it. You on the other hand wish he had just stayed invisible with how much he lives to annoy you.
Taglist: @browneyedgirl22 @simplybaconic @ghostsofscarley @optimisticprime3 @lukerycyja-reblogs @eyesforbkg @derangedmango @bakucumsackslut @jazzafaye5294 @lynnsqueendom
Warnings: Cursing, talks about death and phobias. Nothing too extreme
You blinked rapidly, brain trying to comprehend the handsome face hanging over your bed while hungover.
"It's about fucking time!" He snapped at you before you slowly stood up, eyes never leaving his. He fell back onto his rear to continue staring at you, thick arms crossing over his chest.
"Who the fuck are you? Wait, better question, why are you in my bed?"
Cocking a brow you took a quick stock of the room. No signs of broken glass or open windows, your door was still closed from the evening before when Todoroki shut it behind him. So either the guy sitting on your bed was the ghost you had been feeling since move in, or he was a really crazy guy.... a hot one at that.
"You were sleeping and I was bored." His response was simple and matter of fact, his tone insinuating you were dumb for asking him such a stupid question.
"So Naturally you hang out in a bed with a sleeping woman?" Crossing your arms and mirroring his stand, his lips curled into a sneer.
"Well smart-ass if you want to get technical, this is my room. Since the bed is in my room it would be my bed." You simply blinked in response. What the hell kind of logic was that?
"Well it's not your room so not so kindly fuck off out of my bed, my room and my house! I'm not ready to get up as you heard I had a long night and haven't gotten much sleep."
He rolled his eyes, laying down to show his back to you, his arm curled up to cradle his head. "Nah, I like it here. You get out."
Your jaw dropped at his nonchalance, taking the opportunity to run over his frame, his broad... mus- No! Must focus, intruder in your house!
Rounding the bed to see his smug face, eyes closed with not a care in the world. "If you don't get out I'll be calling the police."
He cracked a single eye to see you glaring down at him, hands on your hips like a scolding mother at their child.
"Go ahead, won't do you any good."
Groaning loudly you began rubbing at your temples. You were really unsure if this guy was actually dead or crazy... Let's not lie he could be both.
"Why is that?" You took his bait, lowering your hand as his eyes opened up and nose wrinkling at the sight of you.
He simply rolled over without response to show his back again.
"No! You don't get to do that!" Gripping the pillow behind his head you yanked it out from under him, his body flailed for a moment before he sat up and gave you the most annoyed look.
"Oi! What the fu-"
His words were cut off by the pillow you slammed against his face, the rest of his cursing muffled by the cotton. Rearing the pillow back, poised to attack again to see those visibly annoyed eyes back on you.
"How the fuck did you do that?" He snapped while hoping to his feet, gulping you found the blonde towering over you. He had a good few inches on you and as wide as a linebacker. His muscles bulged as he lifted his hands in attempts to grab your weapon, showing he could easily take you down if he wanted to.
"Do what? Hit you with a pillow?" You offered to try and stall him from the latter, he lunged forward to snatch the pillow. Ducking his arm, you rushed around to the other side of the bed, holding the pillow out as some kind of shield.
"I am an ex-pro hero! You do not want to do this man!"
His eyes rolled so hard you thought they'd fall out of his head, he suddenly began marching towards you around the bed. "So am I, now tell me how the fuck you did that!"
"I swung it with these things called arms?" Shooting him a shit eating grin, his advances paused while he took in your triumphant look of smartassery. "You sarcastic piece of shit!"
He rushed forward as you rolled over the bed now, down the hall and into the kitchen. When no sounds of pursuing footsteps were heard, you dared to peek around the corner. No angry ash blonde following behind, no cursing or signs of life what soever.
"Hello?" You called down the hall to zero response.
Releasing a breath you decided it was time to take stock of the situation. Was he a ghost or not? Ghosts are primarily visible to you at all times, how the hell were you not able to see him? Had he been here the entire time you had without being seen?
Rubbing your eyes and attributing it to lack of sleep messing with your quirk. He was able to fly under the radar without being seen to your naked eye but why was he hidden now?
A frustrated noise left you while you built up the courage to return down the hall to your bedroom. Pinching your arm quick you confirmed you were truly awake, that you totally didn't dream up a super hot blonde with your hungover lonely brain right?
Sure, let's go with that.
Hugging the pillow against your chest like some security item, you double checked around the corner for any signs of the angry man. Finding your room empty you huffed an dropped the pillow back onto the bed and snatched your phone. You began searching a local occult shop for the things you would need and paid for express shipping so it would arrive later today or possibly tomorrow.
Still unconvinced that the man wasn't a deranged burglar, at least the sage would help with that residual spirit feeling you had been living with. It was a method you disliked to force the dead from a space, preferring to help them cross over by working them through whatever "Unfinished business" keeping them here.
Hopefully you won't have any more impromptu pillow fights after a night of drinking. Hopping up to make sure your windows were locked, the shrill ringing of your phone cut through your still throbbing head.
The name made you sigh just before choosing to swip the button and answer the call.
"Hello?" You barely got out before the caller began yelling in your ear.
"Girl? WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT? I tried to set you up with Sero, but you're sinking my battle ship in C4 by taking home Todoroki instead? What the hell?"
Letting her get to the point and finish her rant, she kept making battleship references until she stopped almost out of breath.
"You done?"
"...Yeah."
You nodded and cleared your throat in order to respond.
"Firstly, Todoroki was a pure gentleman. He brought me home because I was severely intoxicated mind you. He helped me into bed, left me a glass of water and pain pills, bless him."
You took a breath while making your way back down the stairs, wide awake after your scuffle and ready for some food.
"Secondly, I don't need your 'ships' Mina. I can perfectly find someone on my own, I don't need anyone really. I'm quite content on my own."
You could almost hear the pout in her response, "Well way to blow up all my hopes and dreams L/N." Chuckling softly you pulled out some ground beef to cook up that greasy cheeseburger you had been dreaming of.
"Oi! I'm not done with you!"
You screamed, dropping the phone as you found the ash blonde standing just across the island with a glare once again.
Silence rang through the area between you besides the screaming of your name though the phone, the worried tone growing more and more anxious the longer you took to respond.
Snatching the phone from the ground without letting your gaze leave the intruder. "Sorry, saw a uh... Rat."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes just as she sighed deeply. "You scared me! I thought someone had broken in... or you saw a ghost!"
She chuckled at her little joke as you mumbled "It's one of those." that was barely audible to anyone but yourself.
"Well I'm going to go but this talk is not over okay? Under that blocked off exterior I'm sure is a lonely girl who could use some friends and I'm just that person! Even if you don't agree with my matchmaking skills."
She ended the call after confirming that we would have to go out again sometime because last night was 'So much fun'.
Though you had found the evening fun at the time, your head currently begged to differ. A certain intruder was currently not helping in that department. Pocketing your phone you shot a glare to rival the one you were receiving.
"The fuck you mean 'I'm not done with you'?"
He crossed his arms once again and leaned over the counter, his lip pulled back from his teeth to reveal his gums and a couple sharp canines.
"You can see me, therefore I want to know how the hell you hit me! I've been trying to interact and throw shit the entire time I've been around only to get hit by a fucking Pillow?"
Well, that answers that question. He was dead. A god-dammed ghost, angry one at that and apparently would love to be a poltergeist but he just doesn't have the strength... yet.
"You're dead... yes?" You wanted verbal confirmation however from the horse's mouth as it were.
"Of fucking course I am!"
A deep inhale in and out through your nose while he threw his hands in the air out of frustration. Now that I knew he was a ghost and had not broken in specifically to hurt me, a little relief washed over your being.
You decided to take a harder glance at him now that you knew he was not tangible. Already established he was noticeably a few inches taller than you, striking vermillion eyes watched your every movement that bore into your soul as they narrowed. His jaw was so sharp it could cut diamonds and a nose to match. He had to have worked very hard for every line of muscle he had because he was built like a shit brick house.
Even under that faded skull tee-shirt he wore and worn in jeans, you could see he took care of his assets.... Okay moving on.
Too bad he was dead, he was totally your type.
"Uh huh, well... " You began while picking up the dropped package of burger and turning towards the stove. "If you must know I hit you because of my quirk."
He cocked a blonde brow, interest peeking through the sarcasm. "Your quirk has to do with hitting people with pillows?"
Shooting him a glare mid cutting into the package with the dirtiest look you could muster. "You seriously gathered that from the conversation thus far?"
He shrugged those broad shoulders and leaned heavier over the counter, putting them on display.
Clearing your throat and turning back to the stove you dropped the meat into the pan with a sizzle. Without a response you turned to peek at him over your shoulder and watch a tic set into his jaw from your silence.
"My quirk is Ghost, I can interact with the dead. Hence, you."
Those bright eyes blinked for a moment, clearly mulling over something in his head.
"So you can like... touch me?"
You immediately began coughing and choking on a piece of cooked meat you had plucked from the pan to test the seasonings. "What the fuck?" You managed out while he snorted in amusement.
"Not like that you fucking pervert. I meant like, you could interact with me like I was alive again. I haven't felt anything or anyone in five years."
He began rounding the island and you shoved hands out to keep him at arms length.
"AH! No... bad!"
His brows set down into anger with a scowl. "I'm not a fucking dog, woman!"
Rolling your eyes you lowered hands, "I don't like being touched."
He snorted now, his lips twitched slightly in amusement.
"Now whose the pervert?"
His expression fell as yours raised into a smug grin.
"Ah Shut up!" He growled and advanced once more.
"Please don't! I don't want to live your death!"
He froze in his step as soon as the panicked words left your lips. "Huh?" He tilted his head like a dog.
Your frowned, crossing arms over your midsection into a hug while taking a step back from him.
"My quirk doesn't distinguish the living from the dead. The only way I can confirm without words is to touch someone... but." Your eyes fell away from him and out the window above the ktichen sink.
"If I touch the living nothing happens, the dead though... either one of two things happens. Either I get a strong buzzing against my hand, that's the spiritual energy emanating from their cold skin. Or, most times out of any, I get what you would consider a very vivid dream of how that person... left our plane of existence... from their point of view."
Your jaw set as you ground teeth, his thoughts going a mile a minute.
"So if you touch a dead person, you experience how they died? Like every fuckin' second?"
Nodding you turned and flipped off the burner before your meal burned any further. Your eyes turned back to his "Every fucking second, down to the pain if there was any. Every excruciating detail and I've lived some fucked up deaths."
He chewed his cheek while shifting on his feet, turning and returning to his spot on the opposite side of the island.
"Guessing that's why you don't like to be touched?" He cleared his throat upon leaning back against the counter.
You shrugged, "When I was younger my parents decided I should see a therapist. I started refusing to hug my relatives after I turned eight. I had already lived several deaths by then and they started to notice I was avoiding all skin contact... or any really. Less out going and I was a pretty outgoing child until then. Doctor told them it was Haphephobia, or the fear of touch."
He held onto every word, eyes watching as you put together your burger with all the fixings just the way you liked it. Your head shot up after a moment and turned towards him "Wait a minute, why the hell am I spilling my life story to you? Get out of my house!"
His admiration over your beautiful face broke, a frown seeping into his lips once more.
"This is my house! I grew up here!"
You crossed your arms and pointed at the door, "I rented this bitch from that super nice lady and I didn't sign up for ghosts. Even if I was stuck with this quirk I refuse to live with one!"
His frown turned into a sinister grin, "Oh really?"
Nodding firmly you picked up your burger and took a deliberate bite while watching him, wanting to internally groan at the grease healing your hang over soul. He watched before nodding at nothing at all, apparently some internal decision and throwing himself down on the couch.
It had always blown his mind that even though he couldn't interact with every day objects, he could sit down on a couch, chair or even lay on beds. Picking up something as simple as a television remote? Not possible.
"I don't want to live with an alive extra like you, so seems we're at a stalemate. You have the option to leave unlike me, so either deal with it, or get out."
He let his head fall back against the couch rest to peer at you, lips in a full pout at his words gained a growing excitement in his chest from your fustration.
Grim had annoyed the living shit out of him for his first three years as the only person who could see him. It was his turn to annoy the self entitled extra living in his home. He was going to take it as his personal life mission to make your life here a living hell.
Only a few months remained on his deal anyway so he'd be dammed if he was going to just sleep it away. Until then he was going to enjoy every last second at your expense.
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From that day on it became a game of who could annoy the other the most. He would pop out of any and everything he could, from behind corners, cabinets and doors. His glee would rise from her startles, screams and swats at him for making her heart jump. Though she would have her revenge on him, sneaking up on him and catching him off guard, smiling brightly when he would yelp or his body would jerk from surprise.
After she had gotten some proper sleep, he was almost always visible to her unless he chose to mask his presence. He had focused on this for a few days but had finally figured out how to channel his energy into hiding himself for short bits of time. He was sure if he continued to practice, he could do it for longer soon.
Usually during that time of hiding he would simply observe her little habits and other things she'd do when thinking no one was looking.
To her annoyance, she had asked his name several time and he had simply ignored her, declined to answer or gave her silly names that were clearly fake.
At current he was perched on the couch, watching her wave some bundle of sticks around. The smoke rose from the bundle as she moved around the house, random glares being shot his way that he returned with a smirk. Especially when she began waving in directly in his face to no avail.
"You know my quirk had a lot of smoke involved, I'm not sure what you're thinking that's going to accomplish."
His teasing tone made her groan in frustration, "Sage is supposed to dispel spirits not make them smile, why the fuck are you still lounging on my couch?"
He shrugged which was her response, reaching down to try and change the channel for the hundredth time since he was tired of whatever the hell she had put on a bit ago.
"I told you I'm stuck here. I can't leave because my spooky bitch handler said so."
She paused, bundle of sticks almost gone as she eyed him, "You mean your reaper?"
His lips turned down as he huffed, "The fuck you know about reapers?" Maybe he could get some dirt against his to win this bet without fulfilling the requirements.
She shrugged, choosing to walk away into the kitchen and stick the bundle under running water to put it out, clearly a lost cause.
"Oi! Don't ignore me again!"
She turned towards him to lean over the kitchen island with a passive look, chin resting in the palm of her hand.
"What's your name?"
He scowled not wanting to play into her game. She refused to answer his questions all because he evaded hers. It was a game of who was the bigger child around here and you were both deadlocked so far.
"You don't need my fucking name, told you that."
She exhaled while running a fingertip over the countertop. "Well, you don't need to know about me or what I know. Other than I think you're annoying as shit and wish you would just leave."
He snorted and attempted to grab the remote once more in frustration. To his surprise the object moved ust the slightest. It wasn't much, but it had moved. He sat up quicker than shit and looked back to see if his annoyed roommate had seen that.
She had.
"Did you just move that?" She breathed, he nodded in response and began attempting to move it once more. He grunted in annoyance a few times as his hand slipped through as always.
His palms slammed down on the table with a yell, the remote clattering to the floor from the vibrations.
"Oh your power is fueled by anger, what a shock." He jumped at the proximity of her voice, she had crossed to the rear of the couch, leaning over it to watch curiously.
"I've only seen a few spirits that can actually interact with objects without my help. They were usually very old though, damn poltergeists."
She grumbled the final part as if it held some bad experiences from the past. He grunted and leaned over to try and pick up the fallen object.
"If that's the case, I should be able to move shit constantly."
She snorted at first before it turned into soft laughter.
He paused, one of the things he had yet to do so far besides make her annoyed beyond comparison was make her laugh. It was like twinkling bells ringing, bird singing in the morning sun, children laughing while running through a play ground. In other words, he wanted to hear more of it, all the time.
"Shut up, your laugh is ugly." Why the fuck did he just say that?
Internally face palming when she stopped abruptly, face showing clear embarassment and annoyance.
"Don't have to make me more self conscious asshole!"
He felt the need to apologize to his bewilderment. Only saying the words to very few people in his life, he found himself wanting to say them all to see that smile of hers again. As much as he found joy in her frustrated face, her smile was worlds apart.
"Yeah well, get over it."
Nailed it.
His fingers attempted to curl around the remote and he focused just as he had with trying to shield himself from her. His energy being channeled into his hand, his fingertips brushed the device and for the first time in five years, he could feel the rough surface of the plastic.
Though it was faint and as if he was barely touching it, he lifted the object in his hand and shot her a look of triumph.
"Great, now you can pick shit up and throw it at me along with scaring me daily."
His face dropped to a scowl, fingers running over the rubber of the buttons, the small scratch from the time she had dropped it against the corner of a table.
He could feel it!
He raised the object and lowered his thumb to test the button, channel changing to his delight.
"And you can fuck with my TV. Good, Great, wonderful."
She walked away while speaking, mumbling something how this was bullshit as he reveled in the fact he could touch something again. He flipped channels until he found something he chose. Not what happened to be on tv when his parents watched it, not something she had picked. Him.
He felt like he was five again watching Saturday morning cartoons for the first time while eating a bowl of cereal. All Might knows he missed food, especially Mapo Tofu, or anything of the spicy variety really. What he wouldn't give to feel the burn on his tounge.
"Well Mister poltergeist, can we at least agree on a show since you can control the remote now?"
She had returned with a bowl of fresh popcorn, crunches from her teeth while lounging beside him earned a scowl as he had just been thinking about wishing to eat.
"No, I haven't gotten to watch my shit in years. Go watch something on your phone."
She tossed a kernel that actually hit his cheek. "Listen bitch, this is till my house, Put on my show."
He shot her a warning look from the corner of his eyes. "I said no."
Another kernel hitting his cheek with a "Yes."
"No!"
Another, "Yes!"
"Fucking quit Spooky!"
She paused mid attempt to toss another kernel as she grinned in amusement. "I thought your reaper was Spooky?"
He rolled his eyes and changed the channel again, no longer interested in the previous program.
"No, she's Grim, you're Spooky."
She tossed a kernel into the air and caught it with her mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment.
"So Grim is a she huh?"
His eyes turned back to her, wondering where she was taking this.
"Clearly on the fact I said She."
"Did you just assume her gender?"
He balked as she grinned widely at his face. "I'm fucking with you."
Silence ensued while he scowled.
"Is she hot?"
HIs eyes widened as he shot her the shocked face, "What the fuck?"
"What? You're dead, she's a reaper... You could get so-"
"YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW!" His face heated up as she began laughing hysterically at his embarrassment. He grumbled as she took a few moments to calm down.
"You cheating on me with her?"
The pillow hit her with an "oof" from her lips, the bowl of popcorn falling to the carpet and littering the floor with stray kernels.
"Yeah, you're an official Poltergeist now, My fucking personal one." She grumbled while moving the object from her face that quickly changed into dismay.
"No! You spilled my popcorn you ass!"
He rolled his eyes as she got down and began mourning her snack, picking up the pieces back into the bowl.
"Just make more." He earned himself a scowl as she flipped him the bird.
"You help with the grocery bill, you can talk about wasting food. My contracts pay decent but I don't always have a steady stream."
He picked up a stray kernel that had landed on his lap from her many throwing attempts, contemplating wither or not he wanted to attempt eating it. Hunger was not something he really felt, so he really had not taken the chance to see if he could eat anymore. Deciding to place the item into the bowl instead, if he could eat it sure as shit wouldn't be popcorn as his first real food in ages. He raised his gaze to her and asked the question that had been burning his mind for awhile now.
"What is it you actually do? Awhile back you said you were an Ex-Pro hero, why the fuck would you quit being a hero?"
She huffed and finished picking up the last stray piece from the carpet. "I contract with the police to help out with odd jobs. Really odd jobs I must say, involves my quirk a lot. I don't typically use it as much as I did when I was a pro. Really though, It's not any of your business."
He clicked his tongue, turning down the volume of the show slightly. He had lost interest a long time ago anyway.
"Why would you quit being a Hero though? It's the greatest job in the world!"
She set the bowl on to the table and stood with her fists on her hips.
"Oh? If that's so why did you quit?"
Her question caught him off guard, totally forgetting he had let that slip he had been a hero in the past too. Anger filled him as his eyes narrowed into a deep glare.
"I fucking didn't. I fucking died."
With that he chose to stomp from the room, halfway up the stairs he disappeared from her view and left her standing in the living room dumfounded.
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Well they've finally interacted and she put her foot in her mouth. Stay tuned for the next part when she finally does a deep dive to find out who her poltergeist actually is. P.s I hope the POV changes are not confusing? If they are please let me know. <3
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Another question: What would happen if the Wachowski family went to Nine’s world/dimesion. How would it go? Like they went there by accident? Can they go like when Prime Sonic goes back to New Yoke for the second time and the Wachowski’s also land where Prime Sonic lands?
The family of 5 somehow managed to get to New Yoke City. The air they breathe in is musky and toxic, causing then to cough.
They try asking around about where they are and gather close to nothing until something flies by dragging a banner saying “NEW YOKE CITY” on it. This is where Nine is from!
They then begin their search for any sign of him.
Then a rush of blue charges up to to Tails “TAILS IS THAT YOU?? KNUX??” It’s Prime Sonic! Prime gives them a hopeful look, only to change to sadness when Tails says “I’m not the right Tails.”
Then he spots Sonic. His eyes go wide and he starts circling him “I’ve never seen another me before! Hi other me! Lookin handsome today!” “Why, thank you. You’re looking rather handsome today too, good sir!” Sonic grins. Besties immediately.
Prime is about to ask about Tom and Maddie before he hears an explosion somewhere “sorry guys.. I gotta blast!” Prime rushes off, but Sonic follows him “what’s going on??” “I think The Resistance is battling those Badniks. I hope they’re not mad at me, I kinda left them high and dry back there, but it wasn’t my fault!” Prime speeds up.
“Yea, Nine mentioned not knowing where you were!” Sonic says, causing Prime to slip up a bit “wait, you know Nine?” “LOOK OUT!” Sonic beats down a robot that was about to attack Prime. Prime gives him a thankful nod before they catch up to the main battle.
“Hey Gang!” Prime ducks under cover with Knucks and Rebel, who are in fact, unhappy with him. Knucks starts laying into him, asking where he’s been, and why he left them for dead. Prime tries to explain that he had no choice in the matter. Then he asks Knucks where Nine was, and Knucks asks him the same question. Then Sonic buts in “he’s travelling the multiverse. He never said why.”
Rebel growls ignoring the fact there is another Sonic “the kid left us for another reality. Fine, we don’t need him.” Rebel had faith in that kid. Knucks headshots a bot with his gun “not like he woulda been useful hacking Rusty Rose back onto our side!”
Suddenly, 4 tiny disks are thrown into the robot horde. The disks create a large blast, sending the robots up in the air and crashing back to the ground, destroying them. Holes are popped into the surviving bots.
The Rebellion try to see through the smoke, and once it’s clear, there stands Tails with his little weapon backpack, Maddie with some of Tails’ weapons, and Tom with a regular pistol he just happened to have on hand, like a true American would.
Sonic cheers “good shot!” Knucks and Rebel stare in disbelief. There’s more of em! Sonic leads them all to the cover.
Maddie immediately notices that Knucks is covered in scars “oh, baby.. what happened to you? You’re covered in scars.” She reached to touch and examine his facial scars, but her hand is swatted away.
Knucks sneers “I don’t know who you are. Do NOT. Touch me.”
“Oh do not worry other me, she is my mother!” Knuckles pats his moms shoulder. Knucks stutters and looks away. Rebel laughs “awe, how adorable~” Knucks mutters “shut up.”
Tom is checking on other Sonic who’s currently chilling out from the adrenaline rush. Prime has been through too much today.
Meanwhile, Tails has returns after slipping away. “EVERYONE COVER YOUR EARS!” He calls out. Everyone listens. There are several explosions heard as the ground shakes. Tails just single handedly destroyed a whole wave of bots. The others are impressed! This kids gonna be useful!
The replacement wave comes with Dr. Deep in tow. The Wachowski bros get into battle positions, chaos energy crackling around their bodies.
The family is able to stick around until that battle is calmed down for a bit.
Prime spots Nine in the air. HE GOT A PLANE! He uses air robots to bounce himself up there. Then they’re gone.
Everything just sorta went in a flash- maybe someday when things are better, they will meet again.
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Hiii, can i have some funny misunderstanding fic? Either A and C misunderstanding or others people misunderstanding them is good.😊😘
Hello! We have a #misunderstandings tag, and if you want other people misunderstanding things check out our #outsider pov tag! Here are some more misunderstandings fics...
Can I have your number? by AppleSeeds (G)
Aziraphale is delighted when a stunningly handsome bartender asks him for his number.
Guess Who's Coming to Coffee by Augenblickgotter & FacetiousKitten & KaytheJay & Supergeek21 (T)
The Apocalypse has come and gone and Aziraphale wants to admit his feelings to Crowley... that is if he could work up the nerve to do it.
Crowley has loved Aziraphale for ages, but he's not going to say anything. He's gone "too fast" before and now it's the angel's turn.
It appears the duo is at an impasse... until Aziraphale stumbles across the demon at lunch with a human friend and misunderstandings run rampant.
A Serious Talk by lexophile (M)
Crowley had seen nearly every romantic film produced in the past century (though he would never ever admit this, even if confronted with a swimming pool of holy water) and he was well-aware that the words “I need to talk to you” were Not A Good Sign™. In fact, they were bad. Very bad. Nuclear winter and exploding star levels of bad.
Aziraphale was going to break up with him tomorrow night.
Well, no. That wasn’t quite right because despite all the hand-holding and soppy eye contact and cuddling, they’d never actually defined the relationship, had they?
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In which Crowley, an actual occult idiot, mistakes a proposal for a break-up.
got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too by KissMyAsthma & leukozyna (T)
Aziraphale and Crowley are next-door neighbours. They’ve been attracted to each other since they met. The only thing keeping them apart is a thin wall between their bedrooms and Atticus and Freddie, Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s respective life partners… or are they?
A human AU glued together by misunderstandings and wet food.
How to Be Your Favorite: The Ultimate Guide based on Harlequin Novels, Self-Help Scams, and Insecure Ramblings by Anonymous (M)
Crowley wants to take the next step in their relationship. What that next step is, he had no idea, but he'll climb every misunderstanding and try every mistake.
Aziraphale wonders why Crowley is acting strange, and by strange he means a marriage proposal after taking a seven month vacation.
(A series, and yes, I mean a series of misunderstandings that lead to angsty and soft confessions)
the wide ocean by witching (M)
it's a hard thing, adjusting to a new kind of freedom, relearning the world. there are many ways of handling a change like that, many differing attitudes concerning how to address it, many courses of action to take. it just happens that Crowley and Aziraphale, each in their unique manner, through their processes of personal growth, independently of one another and for wildly different reasons, somehow manage to land on the same big conclusion: I should buy a house on the beach.
- Mod D
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bullet-prooflove · 10 months
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This Mess Is Mine: Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader
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Tagging: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @witches-unruly-heart @@annetje @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @chavez-ashley @kiwiithecrazybird
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This Mess Is Mine
When Mike goes rogue, Terry always knows where to find him. Since you’ve been away in LA, he’s found him at Orchid Beach more often than not. After he parks up he spots the other man sitting on the beach, elbows resting on his knees as he watches the waves crash against the shore. It’s quiet today, the winds picked up so there’s not a lot of people on the beach, they have this deserted little spot to themselves.
Mike inclines his head as Terry takes a seat alongside of him. Terry nudges him gently with his shoulder, Mike responds in kind, lingering in Terry’s proximity. It’s a sign, Terry knows. Mike still needs the closeness, he’s feeling vulnerable right now and he doesn’t like it, he never has.
“You have to share her you know?” Terry says into the air between them as he watches the waves lap at the sand. “She’s meant for bigger things than just the two of us.”
“I know.” Mike says, ducking his head as his lips purse together grimly. “But I don’t have to like it.” Terry tilts his head, studying the profile of the other man’s features. He’s still handsome, despite the fact he hasn’t slept in days. He’s looking a little ragged around the edges, but it only adds to his roguish charm.
“It’s not fair to punish her for it either.”
“That’s not what I’m doing…”
“You’re putting distance between the two of you, which puts a strain between the three of us.” Terry informs him. “It’s not just about you anymore and you know that.”
Mike swallows hard against the ache growing in his chest. He knows he’s fucking it up but he can’t seem to stop himself. He’s not used to having something good in his life, he’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop, and he thinks this could be it.  This could be the moment that you realise there’s a big wide world out there without him. “Do you think about what happens if she doesn’t come back?” Mike asks Terry, his thumb tracing over the scar that runs his forearm.
“I have to trust her.” Terry tells him honestly. “I have to trust she will and if she does decide she wants to move out there, the three of us will find a way to make this work. This isn’t a problem, but you are making it one.”
“I don’t mean to.” Mike snaps back frustrated. “You weren’t there the last time, she was gone for three years and all that shit with McGrath…”
“I know that it traumatised the two of you.” Terry tells him. “I know that you both came away different. I see the effects of it playing out, I know that’s why you’re so protective, why she’s so guarded.”
“I’m just so fucking terrified she’ll get there and want to start over, that she’ll move on and leave me behind and I wouldn’t blame her. I know I’m an asshole.”
Terry reads between the lines; he knows what Mike’s not saying. He’s scared he’s going to be the one left in the cold, that if you leave, Terry follows, L.A or New York, it doesn’t matter, he’ll be alone all over again. It’s not just about you, it’s about them and what happens if you decide to remove yourself from the equation.
“Do you think that I don’t love you?” Terry asks him. “Do you think that if she leaves, I’ll leave too?”
Mike says nothing. He tilts his head up to the sky, his eyes burning because inside he is hurting so fucking badly, he doesn’t know how to vocalise it.
“Christ old man, you really must be losing your mind.” Terry says affectionately, his fingers interlacing with Mike’s. “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I’ve loved the two of you. You are brave, you are tenacious, and you are easily one of the most terrifying people I know but you’re also passionate, you’re loyal and you genuinely give a shit about the people around you. You have such a big heart, but you just keep it locked away and you don’t have to, you don’t have to lock away your feelings. Not with her and not with me.”
It's at that moment Mike kisses him. Terry doesn’t see it coming, he never does. Mike is reserved with his affections, so these brief moments make all the difference, each and every one means the world to Terry, and he savours them all. His thumb chases along the stubble of Mike’s jaw as he draws away, his forehead coming to rest upon Terry’s.
“You should talk to her.” Terry says softly as his lips brush over Mike’s tenderly. “She misses you.”
Mike sighs, his hand clasping Terry’s to his cheek. This man, he grounds him. Mike’s never known a person who tune with his emptions, someone who can smooth over his rough edges as well as Terry. He thinks that’s why it works, because Terry sees him for exactly who he is, and he isn’t afraid to call him on his bullshit.
“I don’t know what to say.” He admits. “I don’t know how to fix it.”
Terry removed his cellphone from his back pocket, his thumb swipes over your contact information before he hits the button to start a videocall. He shoves the phone into Mike’s hands before winking and drawing away. Mike watches as he thrusts his hands into the pockets of his jacket and strolls a little way down the beach in order to give the two of you a little space. “Seriously Terry, you can’t miss me already. We spoke less than an hour ago.” You laugh before catching sight of the man on the screen before you. Your features soften, your mouth tipping up at the edges as you place your chin on your hand. “Hey.”
“Hello Mi Vida.” He murmurs as he drinks you in. L.A looks like it’s been treating you well, you’re radiant, your skin glowing and your eyes bright. He thought it was impossible to fall even more in love with you than he already was but he feels it happening.
“I miss you.” His voice is rough as he speaks.
“I miss you too.” You tell him earnestly. “You have no idea just how much.”
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baemongf · 10 months
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JUNG AHYEON FACTS
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Stage Name: Ahyeon (아현)
Birth Name: Jung Ahyeon (정아현)
Chinese Name: Zhèng Yǎ Xuān (郑雅譞)
Position: Vocalist, Rapper, Dancer, Center (?)
Birthday: April 11, 2007
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Height: —
Weight: —
Blood Type: —
Nationality: Korean
MBTI: ESTP
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Ahyeon Facts:
– She was the second member officially shown, on January 16, 2023.
– In the final debut announcement, Ahyeon ranked #1.
– Ahyeon was born in Toegye-dong, Chuncheon, Gangwon-do, South Korea.
– She is attending Hanlim Arts High School, along with fellow group member Haram.
– She is in Class 1-6, under the Department of Applied Music.
– She is classmates with CLASS:y‘s Jimin and Ito Minami and Choi Sarang, who participated in the survival show ‘My Teenage Girl’.
– She went to Ara Dance Academy.
– She’s enjoyed dancing ever since she was 5. Her father was always very supportive of her dream to become a dancer, and he recorded many videos of her. In those videos, he can be heard cheering her on.
– Ahyeon has been training at YG for 4 years. She got accepted in December of 2018, passed 1st round audition on February.
– She auditioned with ‘The Show’ by Lenka.
– She has a positive attitude towards everything.
– Yang Hyun-Suk describes her as ‘a warrior that has many weapons.’
– She has the widest vocal range.
– She is the group’s strongest all-rounder.
– She is described as an ‘ace’ by her instructors.
– She has a younger brother.
– She’s popular in school.
– She scores very high academically.
– She was a musical singer.
– She’s fluent in Korean, Chinese and English.
– She started learning English by reading the subtitles of English animations while watching them when she was young.
– She’s been learning English since she was 5, and Chinese since she was 7.
– She is roommates with Chiquita.
– Fans think that she looks LE SSERAFIM‘s former member Garam and FIFTY FIFTY‘s Aran.
– She passed JYP Entertainment’s and Banana Culture’s auditions.
– She placed in the list for ‘World Wide Best Handsome Beautiful In The World 2023’
– Her motto is “ Let’s have fun with no regrets. „
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sleepysugabear · 2 years
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This is Happening - Chapter Two
“You know BTS?”
You probably jumped a foot when the deep voice nearly yelled into your ear. Your phone clattered to the floor, ripping your headphones out painfully. In your haste to pick it up and assess the damage, you nearly forgot about the man who had yelled at you, but he was still there when you stood straight, laughing.
“You know BTS?” he asked again, at a more reasonable volume.
“BTS?” you weren't sure what a BTS was, but the tall probably-Korean guy seemed to think it was worth interrupting your breakfast. You couldn't help but note the disparity between his gravel-deep voice and sweet baby face. Or the fact that his shaggy pink hair was dripping water all over your shoes.
“You know Bangtan? Korea?”
“I don't know anything about Korea,” you insisted, gathering your things, but mentally pat yourself on the back for getting it right.
“Ohh . . .” He thumped down into the chair next to you, staring off into space. Then his eyes lit up and he held up one finger, urging you to wait. He called out to the others at the buffet, waving his hands excitedly.
The one filming started to turn around, but whipped back to the buffet when he saw you sitting there and yelled something over his shoulders instead. As you looked him over, you thought the one with the camera and black hair might be larger than the one standing next to you, certainly more buff. Then again, you got the feeling that the string bean to your left could easily be broken in half.
Others joined in, motioning for him to leave you alone and go back to the group, but he didn't move an inch. He continued to shout and hold out his hand (asking them to bring him something?), and motioning to you. They continued to shout across the room, agitation evidently increasing on both sides, until the tall one with darker skin and silver hair jogged toward you. You had started to back away from the commotion, but the dimpled stranger's approach compelled you to stay put.
“I'm sorry.” He smiled and ducked his head. “My brothers are idiots.”
The giant toddler to your left huffed in protest and held out his hand expectantly.
It took a moment for you to, literally, shake your head free of the stupor, but you eventually came to and found the words while the dimpled one handed a large phone over to Babyface.
“You're all brothers?” You looked them over, and while they did have some common features—namely: attractive and likely Korean—you really didn't see the resemblance.
Dimples chuckled deep in his throat. “In a way. We are like a family. Brothers who spend too much time together.” He bowed slightly. “I am Nam-”
“BTS!” Babyface interrupted, pushing his phone in front of your face.
You squinted at the picture of the seven of them, standing in a row, again struck with the vague sense that you'd seen them before. But when you showed no signs of obvious recognition, his childish features scrunched up in frustration.
“Bee. Tee. Ess!” He enunciated, as if that would help. “V!” He pointed to himself, and then his face in the picture.
Dimples sighed and plucked the phone from Baby's long fingers. After a moment, the beginnings of a song you knew you'd heard somewhere started to play. And when he handed you the phone, it all suddenly made sense.
“BTS!” You put a hand over your mouth and looked around, suddenly aware of your predicament. Of course, BTS, the biggest boy band in the world. Or so you'd been told. “I saw this on TV,” you said, holding up the phone. “I saw you on AGT.”
Dimples ducked his head and turned slightly pink, but the Baby seemed annoyed that he no longer had your attention.
“You see me?” He asked, smiling wide, like a toddler peering at you through a peace sign.
“Yes, I see you.” you rolled your eyes. Were it not for the terrible mood you were already in when he approached, you might have found him cute or funny. As it was, he was beginning to annoy.
“Number one most handsome!” He smiled somehow wider, and your jaw dropped slightly.
He has such a high opinion of himself!
“It's true,” Dimples added. “He was first of the Top 100 in 2017, but dropped a few this year.”
“According to who?” You squinted, trying to see the appeal. He was attractive, they all were, but his overt energy was too much for you at the moment, and likely clouding your judgment.
Baby's face fell, and you immediately felt like shit. But before you could apologize, the other five members of what you now knew to be BTS converged on your location.
“Um, excuuse mee!” The smallest-looking one approached you with a wide smile and bunched eyes. His pastel blue hair lent to his adorable demeanor. “Will you take picture?” He held out his phone.
“Please,” Dimples mumbled.
“Oh! Please! Will you take picture?”
“Uh, I guess.” You held out your hand for the phone, hesitant. Overwhelmed. Did you really just get approached by the biggest boy band in the world on the worst day of your life? So far. And this little . . . puppy person, apparently one of the hottest and most famous people alive, was just going to hand you his phone and ask you to take a photo of them? Of BTS? Was this happening?
The puppy dropped the phone into your outstretched hand, but you were still fighting to slide your bag off your shoulders with the other arm and lost your balance. For one brief moment, it seemed like you were about to either shatter a Korean idol's cell phone, or fall flat on your ass in front of seven of them, but an arm on the small of your back helped you center yourself. You looked up, you were pretty sure, into the face of a brunette god.
“Hello. I am Jin, but you call me Worldwide Handsome.” He winked, and you almost swooned, but caught yourself in time. What is it with these guys bragging about their looks? You weren't generally a fan of cockiness, although you could admit you understood where he was coming from.
Still, not impressed with his attitude.
“Thanks, uh, Jim.” You purposely called him the wrong name as you righted yourself. “Are you going to be in the picture?” You gestured to the other six getting into formation in the corner of the lobby.
Jin's face fell when you didn't acknowledge him, but joined the others, who openly mocked.
“Oh, Worldwide Handsome, save me too.”
“Worldwide Handsome. Such swag.”
And a lot of words you didn't know thrown in as all seven of them laughed. To his credit, Jin looked properly embarrassed as he stuck his fingers in his ears and yelled what you could only assume was the Korean equivalent of, “Lalala! I can't hear you!”
It would have been funny, were you not still dumbstruck.
You waited for them to settle before snapping a picture.
Dimples pulled an innocent face, resting his head in his hands.
Jin stood behind him, one arm around his shoulders, and the other blowing a kiss.
The puppy, smiling sweetly, clung to the big baby, who peered at you through a peace sign again. You guessed that was his signature move.
In the center, striking an over-the-shoulder pose was, you assumed, “the hot one.” All boy bands had one, usually the youngest member. He was cute, you guessed, in fashionable jeans and natural black hair but had to be WAY younger than you. He reminded you of a baby bunny.
On either end, you saw what seemed to be complete opposites. To your right was a tall-ish ball of sunshine—complete with highlighter orange hair—hopping up and down and changing his mind on what pose he wanted to do roughly every tenth of a second. First finger guns, then a thumbs up, some thing with his thumb and forefinger, but he finally settled on a two-handed heart below his apple-cheeked face.
On the left, a guy about as small as Puppy, but probably older, waited with an open-mouthed stare while the rest figured it out. He looked dead on his feet, and ready to go back to bed, his bleached white hair made you think of him as a tired, old man. You thought about saying something, asking if he was ready, but he didn't seem to be paying attention, and you weren't sure he would even understand, so you started counting.
“One . .  . Two . . . Three!” As soon as you said “three” the sleepy one looked to the camera and puffed out his cheeks. “One more?” you offered.
They all shifted to slightly different poses. The big baby knelt in the center, while Sleepy and the bunny flanked his shoulders. The puppy clung to Dimples now, while Jin completed his half of a heart over Sunshine's head. They had this photo shoot thing down to a science.
You took five or six pictures this way, with all seven of them intermingling so they rarely touched the same person twice. Dimples's words came back to you, and you knew now they were brothers, and part of a well-oiled machine.
Eventually the photo session devolved into face licking, slap fights, and rude hand gestures. You guessed they'd forgotten you were there, so you took a few snaps while they were distracted. They probably wouldn't use any of those for their social media accounts, but you thought they might enjoy looking at them later.
You contemplated taking a pic or two with your own phone, but knew that would cross a line somehow. You resolved to look the group up at a later date instead. Maybe they'd put these pictures up on a website and you could view them with your younger co-workers. Only you would know who had taken them.
A smile threatened to break free at the thought, but then you remembered: You didn't have co-workers. You didn't have a job. You didn't even have a place to sleep for the night. You carefully placed Puppy's phone on the table closest to them and went to gather your things.
You didn't have time for BTS.
You had shit to figure out.
Your back to the boys, you jumped when a hand landed on your shoulder.
“Stay.” It was Sleepy, of all people. You didn't know him, obviously, he just seemed so disinterested. He sat in the chair the baby had used before and rubbed his temples. Looking at you through his hands, he added, “Sit.”
You bristled for a moment, not liking that you'd been ordered to sit, like a dog, but he hadn't said it in a demanding way. It was simply a suggestion—from someone who was likely uncomfortable with full sentences.
You sat in the chair next to him, wondering what he expected from you, but he just sat there, rubbing his temples and rolling his eyes at his brothers' antics.
“Can you smile?” he asked. You thought about it for a moment, and you guessed you hadn't smiled since they'd met you. Then again, it had been a long day, and it wasn't even lunch time yet.
“You smile, please?” he asked again.
“You!” you challenged. Other than a few fake smirks during the photo shoot, he hadn't smiled much either. He answered with another fake grin, and you raised a brow at him. You weren't buying it.
He sighed and pulled out his phone, opening a translator app.
There is bet. I will like to win if you smile. Please.
You nodded, but didn't smile. Of course it was a bet. Why else would BTS be talking to you? The baby making silly faces, and Jin blowing kisses, even the puppy's overly-sweetness...it all made sense now. On one hand, you supposed it was nice that they saw a sad woman and wanted to make her happy. But it also hurt a tiny bit that it was all part of a game between them. They didn't really care if you smiled, they all just wanted to win.
You glanced over to the six still standing. They had retrieved the phone from where you left it and attached it to a telescopic selfie stick from Sunshine's fanny pack. They didn't even need you to take pictures; it was all part of the bet.
They will not stop until you smile.
Sleepy handed you his phone and gestured to the group, still rough housing in the corner.
Honestly, shouldn't they have handlers? Or body guards or something? You thought to yourself. You could have just walked off with Puppy's phone and disappeared before he'd noticed. You could have looked through his pictures, or taken all their phone numbers out of it. Someone online would have paid thousands for the info. It was just plain irresponsible.
As though sensing your thoughts, Sleepy plucked the phone from your hands. At first, you thought he was taking it away from you, but then you realized he was looking for something.
“Holly.” He showed you a picture of a small brown poodle that just about broke you.
“Aww. Puppy,” you pouted.
With a genuine smile, Sleepy leaned in and flipped through a few more pictures of Holly the poodle and himself. He looked carefree and sweet in the pictures, and when you glanced to your left, you saw the love for his dog shining in Sleepy's eyes as he leaned almost too close to you. You felt your lips twitch; you liked this version of him. Then you came across a photo that put you over the edge. Sleepy tried to hurry past it, but you stilled his hand, swiped back, and laughed.
“It's a puppy with a puppy!” You laughed. The guy you'd been referring to as “Puppy” in your head was holding and receiving kisses from Holly in the photo. You looked over to share the moment with Sleepy, but the look in his eyes had changed. The love was still there, intensified if anything, but also slightly broken. 
You realized then that your hand was still on his, and it was suddenly uncomfortable. You didn't know a lot about Korean culture, but you were pretty sure holding hands with a stranger, specifically of the opposite gender, was frowned upon.
Jerking your hand away snapped him out of it.
“Two puppies,” he fake smiled again.
You smiled sadly back, grabbed his hand—deliberately this time—and swiped the photo off screen together.
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Xuan was far from being in pain. At least not anymore, now that he had gotten used to his lover's size and the feeling of being penetrated. The lube sure helped a great deal in that sense, making the movements in and out of the young man an easier task for Teru's cock, and by now, Xuan had turned into a flushed mess, filling the room with moans. Xuan had always been handsome, that was an undeniably fact, but now that he was in the submissive role, his face and mannerism got a cute note to themselves too, since he finally allowed himself to be fully vulnerable. "Ah... Yes... So fucking good... The best thing in the world to be ridden and sucked only by me alone." Possessiveness... No matter the role, the mob was going to be possessive over Teru and assert that.
Looking down at the younger through his lovestruck ecstatic gaze, Xuan then noticed the other's horns how they came in full view, a sign that he was feeding Teru well, making him happy and that the incubus was enjoying this just as much as he was in that very moment. "Mmm... Y-You like this a lot, don't you?~" Xuan asks more as an observation and he glides his fingers over the protrusions on Teru's forehead. It never ceased to intrigue him whenever this side of the man showed and it brought the green eyed man a great deal of satisfaction that he was the reason for it. "Yes, I love it, but not as much as I love you. It wouldn't mean anything to me if it weren't yours, you know?" By now, given the intense pleasure he was in, Xuan's voice was much softer, a suave mewl verging on desperation for more, a completely different sight from his usual low, raspy timber from when he was the one in charge. "Ah... Please... D-Don't hold yourself back, baby... You can move to... Give me all you've got, do whatever you please with me... F-Fuck me numb...~" Xuan pleaded, driven ever more crazy with lust from the masculine sexual scent emanating off of his lover's body. And finally, once Teru had let go of all of his hesitations and inhibitions, proceeding to join the movements of his boyfriend, they were officially both in heaven: a heaven they created for each other to enjoy together. "We're both in heaven... You are my heaven baby! I don't want to ever let you go!"
Teru didn't only have been a little insecure because of his problems with erecting sometimes and thus refrained from topping but he didn't even have quite the desire to top let alone to dominate someone. However, when he saw Xuan /like this/ now, flushed and vulnerable, it certainly stirred something within him. This here was one of the most precious gifts Xuan ever made him. To see this face and to feel him all around his dick…to hear his adorable moans…
"You're the only fucking man in the whole damn world who gets my dick", he panted, promised. "Whenever you want, baby." Yes, his confidence grew as big as his dick right now thanks to the fact he could make Xuan feel amazing with it. Did he ever experience someone going that crazy and…quite a little submissive around him? This was new, and he knew he /loved/ and adored it. "Fuck…yeah…love it!" His dick twitched in pleasure as it got spoiled so well, and at the same time he felt a tingling sensation on his back. Did this mean his wings were about to come out? However, it wouldn't have been a bad thing. Maybe only a somewhat uncomfortable one. What enchanted him was the fact Xuan even dared to touch his horns. This for sure was nothing anyone else had dared before. It caused him to elicit a rather dark growl in contrast to his high moans. A dark growl to express not only his joy but his affection. This was pure freedom. For him and for Xuan as well, he thought. "Yeah? You wanna figure out what those hips can do?" He sneered widely, obsessively almost. A lot of musicians were in bed like they were on stage, so you could imagine what this meant in Teru's case. Escalation max. His hips pounded against the other's butt like a jackhammer, with exactly this force and speed, all while his arms didn't hesitate to wrap around Xuan's shoulders to pull him down, closer to himself. And all while he literally beclouded the room with his masculine scent his wings couldn't help to grow through his skin anymore, soon pressing against the mattress. "Cumming", he groaned between gritted teeth. "You make me fucking cum!" However, even if he was close, he tried to find the right angle to massage Xuan's special spot with his tip, wanting to give him the best of pleasures, all while scratching over his back in ecstasy. Shuddering and breathlessly moaning as his balls started to contract already, but not stopping to fuck the other even for a second.
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sabineelectricheart · 3 months
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Goddess of the Waves
Summary: After being rescued from the sea and nursing a cold, Pasha wonders about his feelings towards the new arrival to Tertriuk Island.
Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.
Words: 1800
Notes: Pasha's fun to mess with. You know my preference toward the deranged.
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There is nothing that Pasha could have done to prepare himself for the moment when he felt the shift inside of him, the moment that he realized his feelings could not be subdued. It was, quite literally, a bath of cold sea water.
He had spent so long holding the lid to his bubbling emotions against the pot that was his heart, using all of his hard-earned strength to fight the pressure coming from the other side, no matter how badly he wished for a taste of it. A taste of absolution, a taste of anger, of frustration, a taste of righteousness, a taste of love, just for it to burst open and leave him defenceless.
When he saw Lavinia jump from the rocks after him, saw her skirts flowing in the grey waters, felt her cooling arm around his waist, heard her screaming for help as she pulls him up to the surface… He attributed his saving to the goddess of waves, when they spoke at his chambers later that day, but that was not strictly the truth. Suddenly, she was the goddess of waves in his eyes, and then he understood.
When she first arrived from Westerlin, Pasha had ignored it, he ignored his growing interest. It was just his loneliness, his boredom, to be blamed for his heightened interest. Even when it became clear he was lying to himself, he privately insisted that it was necessary for her own good and perhaps a bit of his own, too. He is a broken man trudging alone through thick darkness, abandoned by his family and a debt to be repaid, with the blood on his hands.
Meanwhile, Lavinia… She is light and warm breezes that bring with it the scent of flowers and fresh rain. She is a kindness that his guilt-ridden heart did not deserve. She is bravery that lights his chest ablaze with pride that should belong to a better man.
Tati is serving the tea, while Simion, momentarily freed from his duties at the kitchen, sits in his lesson and cracks a few phrases in Westerlind that he learned from his prior employers. There is nothing afoul with life in the island, the dark waves are only but a memory and his teacher was behaving in her usual charming manner, with the light ceremony usual to the lower classes in their neighbouring realm. Alas, as he sits on a corner of the drawing room, wrapped around sheepskin to stave off the cold, the teacup he was drinking from unmoving in his ever-warming hands, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest and his eyes blown wide as he stares at her like there was nothing else in this world, it is impossible to ignore.
It hit him with such impact that Pasha could not breathe. The brightness of her smile and the way her eyes gleamed when they met his, they stopped him dead but were the only signs telling him that the world around him was in fact still there and moved as it always had despite the feelings of his heart pooling in his beady eyes, blinding everything around him except for her. 
What had he said to make Lavinia laugh in such a way? He could not recall even though the words left his lips mere moments ago. For so many times in these short weeks, he had heard his teacher laugh like this, so many times his heart had skipped a beat at the way her eyes closed and wrinkled at the sides as she smiled just like this at him, because of him.
She does not know it, and it is for the better that he does not tell her, but he is a prince. One that has no real hope of succession, yes, but a prince nonetheless, handsome and young. He has heard many a sweet laughter, followed by even sweeter words and favours. He has seen beautiful women and men falling over themselves, and has indulged occasionally of what was offered to him, with no sense of guilt and plenty of satisfaction.
Yes, things have changed and he would not feel comfortable to return to his decadent lifestyle if it was immediately offered to him, but the point stands regardless, he should be immune to such naïve charm. He should not be the one playing the lovesick fool, hanging on the bird-like melody, nor should he be giddy to think himself the cause of it.
“Pasha?”
He heard his name being spoken in the voice he loved, so gentle and quiet against the beating of his own heart. It is a voice he would always hear over anything else.
Before the young man can pull himself from the sea of his unbridled emotions and see what is going on right in front of him, slightly chilled finger tips caressed his skin with tenderness he has not felt in so long, not since his siblings, not since he was very young. They brush midnight black hair from his forehead, allowing the back of her hand to feel the heat of his skin.
The electricity shooting throughout his body at her touch pulls Pasha back from his romantic wonderings and the harrowing circumstances that brought upon this revelation. He does not have a moment to follow his train of thought to what he will do now as she leans forward, brows furrowed, eyes filled with worry. She is so close that he can almost feel the loose strands of hair that have fallen from her updo as she hangs over in front on him, her same-old dress falling over her legs in a crumpled fashion, and he realises she might not have any other to wear. He can smell her familiar scent of flowers, probably a Westerlind perfume, and the tea he chose lingering on her lips. A part of him screams at him to pull back but his heart keeps him planted in place.
Maybe, Pasha wonders, he could buy Lavinia a dress. A black one, as it is fashionable. His cousin would complain again, but no matter. Some jewellery, too, she is much too unadorned for a… Well, that is not the point now. He blinks his eyes and tries to focus again.
“You are burning up.” She says softly, her utmost concern laced in her words, her lips turning downward almost anxiously. “We should get you to lay down again.”
Before he can say anything, tell she that he is feeling fine and try to come up with something to say other than the truth of why he is in this state, she instructs with a kind smile and he cannot bring himself to deny her request. He knows he is diseased, even if this is a regular and displeasing side-effect of living in Tertriuk, of the sort he is slowly and begrudgingly getting used to.
With Tati taking out the table with a grumble and Simion watching them, Pasha follows a step behind his teacher. The cool air outside the stuffy drawing room did feel refreshing on his heated skin. She held onto his hand with a gentle force that said she is weary of the fact he did not like being touched willy-nilly by others but she would not take no for an answer, and guided him up the stairs and into his chambers, helping him lay down on the bed.
With her care and attention, in spite of the raging frost outside the windows, he could not stop the flaring heat that emitted from his chest and threatened to devour him. If his complexion was light, he knows he would be certainly be glowing red.
The young man held that intense look in his eyes when he sat down taking a deep breath and the moments that followed after, his mind racing.
He loved Lavinia, there was no denying it. No shoving it down and pretending it was not there. He loved her and his heart was at the mercy of that love, a love that she should not return because she deserves so much more than him and the darkness that follows him, more than…
“Why did you not say something if you were feeling unwell?” She breaks the silence and bring him from his thoughts, again.
Pasha looks up at her standing by his bedside, that worried look still painted on her visage, her arms crossed.
“It is not good for your health to be out and about as much as you do when you are this sick! You must probably feel bored up here, alone, and, believe me when I say it...” She averts her gaze, focusing on the gem adorning his tie rather than his eyes. “It worries me, too.”
“You needn’t worry. I am perfectly well.” He promises in that same placid softness that seems so foreign on his tongue, even though he finds himself using it rather often with her.
He is benevolent to Lavinia, unlike any employer in Westerlin and even in Jehzani. When she brings her gaze back to his, her cheeks grow more flushed by the second. He wonders if she can see his emotions flickering like flames in his eyes. Worry still fills her lovely eyes and his own soften so tenderly, as if to assure her even more so of his words, and she can barely handle how it makes her feel.
“I… I’ll go get you some water.” The woman stammers out, avoiding his gaze once more before quickly turning around and running back downstairs.
Pasha had his head resting against his pillow and the only thing he sees is the top of the canopy on his bed. He places his hands on his face, hiding his smile and feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. He has so many worries, so many doubts, so many sins which makes him question whether he deserves to even walk in her light, but he still cannot help the tug of his lips at the thought.
He loves her.
“I love Lavinia Chester…” He lets himself finally admit out loud, the words unheard by anyone before they melt in the silence of this manor house. “I love her.”
The goddess of the waves brough this woman to him, protected her ship and traced her path. Of all islands, of all families, she ended in Tertriuk and, honestly, she and her talents were lost in this pimple off the face of the world. Which, naturally, only furthered his beliefs, only proved him correct in his devotions.
Lavinia is a gift of the gods, his delivery from his sins, his forgiveness, and Pasha will devout himself to it as he has always done. He just must find a way to cleanse himself in a bright bonfire.
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A NOTE FROM DOCTOR CHERBRONKLY
During the summer of 2015, a wave of hospitalizations in the Berkeley-Oakland area suggested the development of a rare psychological phenomenon: a mass formation psychosis centered around a supposed messianic figure.
One patient, 56M, described a “blue angel” who wrote the word of God into a book using only his mind. The patient was referred to my inpatient unit by Dr. Antoine Lini, who noted a “preoccupation with religious themes” related to sites visited by this supposed angel in the Berkeley Area. Specifically, he believed this man had opened up a portal next to a tree on Telegraph Avenue, which he referred to as “the rib.”
Another of Lini’s patients, 67M, claimed to have met “the devil” at a guesthouse near the UC Berkeley Campus, and that he had changed the color of Sather Tower from green to silver using some form of magic. The patient believed this man to be a false reincarnation of Philip K. Dick and told doctors to “not believe a word he says” and to “not look at the maze he left in the closet.” He insisted that this demon’s name was Praetor.
A group of patients in a long-term unit at Herrick Hospital spoke of being “rescued from another world” by a man with deep-set blue eyes, brown hair, and a beard. He was described as competent artist (working in crayon), a smooth talker, and a shit poker player. When asked to elaborate how, exactly, he had saved them from this “underworld” they said it had something to do with a wristwatch, but that it was too painful to talk about further.
What do these cases have in common? They all mentioned the same, and quite unusual, name: Praetor Loos. You may already be familiar with this name from the now ubiquitous graffiti trend sweeping the Bay Area: the so-called “Praetorian guard” and their vandalism of government offices, streetcars, and even private residences with the apparently meaningless question: “Who is Praetor Loos?”
No such person seems to exist, nor have they existed at any point in time. Praetor is simply not a name that people seem to be given, nor is it one that people tend to adopt. As such, we have been led to assume – until now – that this name was intended to evoke Roman law and military power; a vaguely intellectual way of questioning authority. Is it possible that the Praetor Loos mentioned by these vandals did, in fact, exist?
A vital clue to this puzzle was uncovered in 2019, as a sheaf of handwritten pages – now known widely as the Telegraph Avenue Codex -- was discovered behind a wall in Berkeley by a real estate company converting an old halfway house into premium student apartments. The workers thought it must have been written by a student so they left it there, stuffed into a blue plastic binder on one of the new residence’s many handsome shelving units. Later, it was discovered by student residents whilst stoned and became somewhat of a literary scandal. I was first made aware of this Codex after one of the students who discovered it was referred to my clinic after suffering chronic syncope for a period of five months. She claimed that a satellite called the Ruby Slipper was stalking her; after a brief course of anxiolytic therapy, she was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, Type I, with Psychotic Features and sent happily on her way.
The identity of the author remained a mystery until just last year, when an envelope was delivered to the Cao Đài temple in Tây Ninh, Vietnam from Pakse, Laos. Inside was another envelope addressed to the New Yorker containing the signed manuscript “Becoming Praetor Loos: A Psychotic Narrative.” Vietnamese police interpreted it to be a suicide note and worked with Lao authorities to stage a manhunt in the Thousand Islands region, but no trace of the author was ever found. Praetor Loos, now finally unveiled in his authentic form, is presumed to have vanished into the jungle, like Jim Thompson before him, in search of the “other world” he wrote so curiously about. 
Jonathan Cherbronkly, M.D.
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christ2525 · 11 months
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Which zodiac sign men are handsome?
Which is the Most Attractive Zodiac Sign? In an initial feeling situation, an individual's actual engaging quality summons in the perceiver more good suppositions about his/her persona. Be that as it may, is our engaging quality exclusively subject to hereditary qualities and karma?
NO! Your zodiac sign fundamentally affects your actual appearance and character, which join to impact apparent allure.
This rundown of Which zodiac sign men are handsome? given beneath makes sense of how.
Libra (23 September-22 October) The Libra man is one of the most alluring and wonderful men of the zodiacs. The Libra man has a steady need to look lovely and clean. He spends quite a while before a mirror, to ensure he looks spotless, changed and his haircut is very much organized. The sensation of excellence assists your Libra with monitoring to feel adjusted. His home generally needs to look gorgeously organized and the smell of newly bloomed blossoms. The world is brimming with shameful acts, so on the off chance that the place of the Libra man isn't delightful, where might he search for the equilibrium in all that unimportance and ravenousness?!
The Libra man is known for adoration connections, so he is his best self when he has a significant other with whom he can share his life. As a heartfelt romantic, he wanders the earth searching for the ideal accomplice. As a matter of fact, Libra man can sit tight for the perfect individual for a really long time, leaving the loved ones contemplating whether there is anybody who can engage him. Unquestionably while you are understanding this, you have posed yourself a similar inquiry . . . The alluring Libra is impacted by the planet Venus. With their sharpness, refinement, and style, he has many fans.
Numerous Libra men have adjusted lines and highlights, as well as sweet openings on the cheeks. Joint effort is vital for him, so he anticipates that his accomplice should be continually most excellent. Since the Libra man likes to go out frequently, the possibilities that he will find his genuine romance in a party or whatever other get-together that includes help are very probable. It is in his tendency and character to continually look for balance, and therefore, it is critical to shrewdly pick an accomplice. He reveres balance and fair connections, so having a receptive outlook with similar values is important. He likewise needs to accompany an enthusiastic individual, yet not an excess of gone after in their way of behaving. His delicate side can't manage a meddlesome person.
In adoration, the Libra man is heartfelt and has a great time character. He knows how to beguile individuals around him, and an incredible warrior is concealing profound inside him. Since he very values outside magnificence, it's not difficult to get being a tease in tease, attempting to find genuine romance and sentiment that will satisfy him totally. The manner in which they do it is overwhelming with a wide grin, refined habits, and garments as per the most stylish trend. The sizes of everybody can prompt frenzy. However, when they find genuine affection, there is no other person for them, and are prepared to impart great and evil to this adored individual for eternity. The Libra's man greatest longing in life is to cherish and be adored! Love is so significant in life that without it, he ends up being despondent and has a weak character. At the point when he adores, he is satisfied, happy and intrigues his collaborate with kisses. He needs appealing, shrewd accomplices, and yet, they must be sufficiently able to deal with additional things that are no picnic for the Libra man.
Pisces (19 February-20 Walk) The quiet, gathered veneer of a Pisces man frequently conceals his enthusiastic and delicate internal conflict. It is not difficult to be entranced by the Pisces look. They have a light in their eyes which discusses the virtue in their spirit. They have a sort and charming nature which makes it incredibly simple for them to make companions. There's simply such a lot of that can be said about the Pisces that few books could be composed on the point. One thing we frequently disregard is how much their looks add to their general character. The Pisces initial stand out through their actual appearance. It is truly challenging to disregard a Pisces man when you are in his presence.
Pisces men come in all shapes, levels, and tones. Some are traditionally attractive, others not really, yet genuinely generally incline toward normal. Join "normal" with their quiet, subtle, and calm disposition and maybe a Pisces man is hereditarily inclined toward stay disguised. In any case, what they really do share practically speaking is a streaming approach to moving and delicate, marvelous, delicate and sympathetic eyes with long eyelashes and a practically despairing look that can make your day. A Pisces man's eyes and disposition express more than his words at any point will.
Pisces have entirely observable hands and feet. In relation to the remainder of their body, their hands and feet are either little or enormous in size. In addition, these will most likely be areas of strength for extremely harsh members. Or then again exceptionally sensitive and modest in feel and in look. They ordinarily have perfect skin and hair. The skin feels velvety delicate. Their hair is fine and wavy. Pisces ordinarily take the light hair characteristic. However, you will find numerous dim haired Pisceans as well. Pisces eyes are the most entrancing and charming of every one of their elements. They generally have weighty lidded eyes, yet it's anything but an unquestionable requirement. In any case, the eyes of a Pisces have a weird and appealing light in them. A light which causes the spectator to suffocate in their magnificence.
Your naive Pisces man lives with his mind floating around in dreamland, continually wandering off in fantasy land his own little existence where everything is quiet, charming, and heartfelt. Their actual appearance isn't the main thing that draws in individuals. At the point when we discuss the vibes of a Pisces, we are alluding to a total bundle. It isn't restricted to their actual appearance. There are such countless parts of their looks got from their character. Addressed by fish, the Pisces man will incline toward turquoise - the shade of the ocean. Shades of this tone may be tracked down in his closet, gems, inside enlivening, and home adornments. The Pisces man is very much aware of the most recent in men's design, so you will see him wearing the ongoing styles in apparel and footwear. Inclining in the direction of the unrealistic side, this man will in general gain more than he actually needs and will frequently purchase without much forethought.
Leo (23 July-22 August) Leos make a solid attempt to be great and appealing, however they need to be enjoyed generally not by delegates of the other gender or any other person, yet without anyone else.
Looking great is crucial for a Leo man. A Leo man needs to extend a picture of what his identity is and his garments projects that picture. He loves to elegantly search for him and dress. He purchases eye-finding quality attire, pursues the most recent direction, and isn't anxious about brilliant tones. Regardless of whether a Leo man wears a moderate matching suit, he's probably going to add an ostentatious touch with a beautiful shirt, tie, or pocket-hanky.
Very much like a Leo lady, a Leo male thinks about his hair his delegated magnificence and a mirror his closest companion, particularly where his hair is concerned. Whether it's long or short, in vogue, or moderate, he'll wear it in a style that expresses something about him, and he'll keep up with his look with customary visits to his beautician and is in favor of hairpieces or hair tone. A Leo man invests a lot of energy in prepping.
Gold and yellow overwhelm the Leo man's reality except if these tones are not presently stylish. With regards to home stylistic layout, he might be drawn to suns, crowns, brilliant or yellow accents, and anything that looks lofty however not excessively bombastic all things considered.
Since setting aside cash is definitely not a first worry for the Leo man with regards to those things that spruce up his reality, you can expect his closet and home stylistic layout to be all that he can purchase. Fairly egotistical, the strong Leo man would have been comfortable in the times of old — an individual from sovereignty encompassed by luxury.
They like splendid garments that underscore their poise and excellence, adornments (men additionally are enamored with it), costly fragrances and smart embellishments. Leos could fall back on plastic medical procedure and other unsafe methodology — they generally need to be more appealing. Agents of the other gender are drawn to Leos on account of their moxy and capacity to deal with themselves. Nonetheless, in addition to their appearance draws in individuals to Leos.
Striking, severe and ready for anything, Leo is the most unstoppable of the zodiac signs. These characteristics, joined with their innate appeal and comical inclination, make them one the most engaging indication of the zodiac. Among different characteristics, Leo is the zodiac sign that has the most lovely grin. An ordinary Leo is a splendid and savvy individual. Leo is the most liberal zodiac sign — this quality is a genuine magnet for others. That is the reason Leo is one of the forerunners in our positioning of the most alluring zodiac signs.
Taurus (20 April-20 May) Taurus has fantastic fearlessness and feeling of excellence. They can flaunt an emphasizd feeling of structure — Taurus is a dilettante on a basic level. The actual qualities of Taurus men are to such an extent that they are typically medium tall with a solid body, and are generally wellbeing cognizant. A portion of these men have straight bodies, with a square shape and an enthusiastic face.
The refined Taurus man will feature his closet with mauve and pale blues, so you can hope to see silk ties and easygoing shirts in these varieties. Continuously on top of the design scene, the Taurus man appreciates looking for the most recent styles in apparel and shoes. At the point when he sports some 'bling' it will be elegant and of a decent quality. In the event that he says gold, he doesn't mean gold plated. Despite the fact that he dresses well and is glad for the manner in which he looks, the Taurus man will seldom parade what he has. He purchases to satisfy himself.
High endurance levels by and large keep this man sound, in spite of the fact that there is much of the time the danger of additional load with his generous craving and love of extraordinary food. By the by, numerous Taurus men screen this well and apply their amazing determination to keep themselves trim.
An actual element that hangs out in all Taurus guys is their
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