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teyamsgrl · 1 year ago

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how sorry i am ✧ lo'ak

❗️MDNI ❗️

OKOK lo'ak is ofc our sweet baby but the idea of enemies to lovers with lo'ak just 🦋🦋🦋 / i hope you all enjoy!! just look at his lil mean face above >:(

°˖➴ warnings: fem metkayina reader, enemies to lovers, agedup!lo'ak, mean!lo'ak, sub!lo'ak, blood mention (not sex related), slight angst, slow burn??, body worship, oral f receiving, some nipple play - paskalin: honey

lo'ak being your brother's best friend was quite the shit position. ever since lo'ak and his family joined the metkayina people a year ago he has despised you, very publicly as well. anytime he saw you, he teased you, talked down to you, etc. he made you feel shitty, but here's the catch: you had an undeniable crush on him. as much as you wanted to deny the fact, you just couldn't. it was something about how you saw him with other people, observing how he really is. how he took care of his little sister and was always willing to help others out. you knew he harassed you for a specific reason; what it was you had no idea. you still acted hostile towards him to keep your true feelings covered, plus it was unfair to let him treat you like this without retaliation.

"lo'ak's staying over" you brother says as he enters your pod late in the evening, lo'ak trailing behind him. you roll your eyes, "great..", you glance up quickly to take in lo'ak's appearance. pretty. "trust me, i'm not pleased about seeing you either" lo'ak scoffs and takes a seat on your brother's cot, taking his bow off of his back. you continue cutting the fruits scattered around you on the woven mat, tossing them into a bowl afterwards. you go to slice the next one in half, accidentally nicking one of your fingers. "ouch.." you mumble, looking down to see the pearl of blood on your finger. you wipe it on a nearby rag, catching lo'ak's eyes on you. "awwww, can't handle a little cut?" he teases, pouting at you. "shut up" you mumble again, moving back to continue cutting, making sure the blood didn't get anywhere else. "can't even cut fruit properly, damn" he smirks watching your eyes narrow in anger. sometimes you wish your brother did something to defend you, but he probably just accepted that you and lo'ak hated each other and it would always be that way. you ignore his comment, "always knew you were a bit incompetent but shit, that's bad" he chuckles mockingly, causing anger to bubble up inside of you. you may secretly like him but he is a dick. you throw down the large fruit in your hand and the knife, standing up and rushing out of your pod. you had it with him, and yourself. what kept drawing you to him? and why couldn't you turn it off? you turn and run past all the other marui, feet hitting the sand as you exhale. you approach the water, about to call your ilu before you hear a voice calling you, "y/n! wait!"

you scoff as you recognize the voice right away, "just leave me alone, lo'ak" you state firmly, back facing him as he comes closer. "y/n" he places a hand on your shoulder, urging you to face him. the ecstatic feeling that ran through your body was indescribable, he had never touched you before, even when passing by. you turn to come face to face with him, your eyes gazing up into his. "i'm sorry-" he mumbles, his amber eyes blank and searching yours. "sorry? you're sorry? after a year of harassing me you're suddenly sorry? i bet my brother made you do this..." you sigh and bring your hands to your head, tugging your braids gently out of frustration. "he didn't, i swear-" you cut him off again, feelings bursting out of your mouth without a second thought. "yeah sure, lo'ak, i doubt it. what made you feel so bad today? instead of yesterday or the day before? fuck- you have never felt bad about making fun of me before, and it's so stupid that i don't just avoid you because of my... because-" you stop yourself before you go too far off the edge and are unable to turn back. "because of what?" he inquires, you have never heard his voice so gentle towards you before. "because i like you, okay?! i like you too much for my own good and i hate the fact that i do!" you scream, tears forming in your eyes as you realize what you've just admitted. you take a deep breath in, unable to release it before lo'ak's lips are on yours, kissing feverishly. you gasp and pull away, trying to figure out if that actually just happened. "don't- don't do that just to mess with me, please" he shakes his head immediately, denying your accusation. "i'm not, i'm genuinely sorry about everything i've said to you. i don't know why i did it, probably projecting my own shit but- i like you too, so much. i just want to make it up to you, if you'd even let me.." you notice how his tail is moving, softly moving left and right as if in anticipation. you nod at his words, trying to comprehend his side of things. "i'm willing to forgive you. you'll most definitely have to prove it, but i'm willing to. and willing to become more eventually… if you'd want that", a small smile pulls itself onto your lips. "thank you..." he smiles back and reaches for your hips, "let me make it up to you, show you how sorry i am, please. how much i feel for you..."

you breathe shakily as he sinks to his knees, bending to start at your ankle and place delicate kisses up your leg. your run your hand along his cheek as he moves to repeat the actions on your other leg. "you're so beautiful, so beautiful..." he whispers and stands back up, kissing along your jaw now. you sigh in delight and tilt your head to allow him to continue. he smiles against your skin and moves down your neck and the middle of your chest. "can i take it off?" he questions as his hands run behind your back to the tie of your top. you nod and shiver as he removes it, the evening air grazing your nipples, breasts perky and freckles glowing. "shit.." he breathes and kisses his way to your nipple, flicking his tongue over it once to test the waters. the whimper that leaves your mouth says enough as he sucks it into his mouth. "l-lo'ak" you stutter out as his warm mouth has your nipple encapsulated, your thighs pressing together to relieve the arousal beginning to pool.

he releases it with a pop, kissing to the other. "i just wanna worship your fucking body.. never seen someone prettier" you whine at his words as he sucks the other nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling around it and toying with it. your hands weave their way into his hair, tugging on his braids as another whine escapes your lips. he hums and unlatches again, hands lingering over your loincloth. "wanna taste.. wanna make you feel good... please", he almost whimpers the sentence out, "yes, lo'ak, yes". he unties your loincloth and helps you step out of it, moving to his knees again. he licks his lips and looks over your wet pussy, his head leaning on your stomach. "tell me what you want, please princess, i just wanna please you..." he kisses your stomach and awaits a response from you, his ragged breaths tickling your stomach.

"mouth, mouth..." you look down on him as he places one of your feet on his shoulder, giving him the perfect angle to dive in. which he does. his tongue makes it's first move against your clit, eager bud pulsing under his tongue. you moan and toss your head back, your hips fervently pushing against his tongue. he moves further, tongue delving into your tight and dripping hole. "that's good, that's so good-" you gasp and keep yourself steady by your grip on his braids. he hums into you, the vibrations bringing you even more pleasure. his mouth never falters, licking and sucking and kissing all over your pussy. he shifts away to breathe quickly, "you taste so sweet, even better than i would've thought. so beautiful, i wanna be down here forever" he whines out and moves back in, nose nudging your clit as his tongue glides around and in your hole again. he takes note of your demeanor change, breathing more heavy and hip movements more aggressive.

"you're close, baby. fuck my face, use me. just feel good... i got you" he mumbles as he brings a couple fingers to stroke your clit at a fast pace, desperate to bring you to an orgasm. your eyes roll back as you hold his braids tighter, grinding onto his tongue and into his fingers. "oh great mother- i'm- lo'ak i'm gonna-" you squeal as he frantically rubs your clit, removing his mouth so he can coax you through it. "that's it, you're so perfect, i got you, so perfect... just let go" he moans softly as your orgasm snaps in you, cum flowing out of you as his tongue retreats back into your pussy to collect what he can. your chest is heaving as your legs wobble, mind out of sorts at the fact that lo'ak who 'hated' you just hours ago confessed to you and made you cum.

he helps your leg down, holding you close as he stands back up. "there we go..." he says as you instantly hug around his waist. "thank you, lo'ak" you look up to catch his eyes which are now glowing softly. "no need to thank me, it's the least i could do. you know, to apologize and prove myself to you, all that. i will be doing that very often, if you'll let me" he holds your face in his sizable hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. "well, that was amazing honestly.. and yes, i want to please you sometime as well..." your one finger trails down to his waistband and plays with it. "mhmmm, but you're my first priority always, and i'm gonna start acting like it. no more mean guy..." he sighs, clearly ashamed of how he's acted this past year. "it's alright, paskalin... let's spend the day together tomorrow? i want to show you a special place" you rest your head on his heart, hearing the rapid beats. "i'd really like that" he smiles and rests his chin on your head, basking in your loving presence.

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xhoneygirlxx · 1 year ago

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Love Ridden

Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: moving sucks, especially when you don't know anyone and you don't have any friends. one day a black cat comes and keeps you company, maybe he won't be the only friend you make.

warnings: pure fluff. neighbor!eddie. pronouns aren't used, reader's body/ethnicity/skin tone is not mentioned. reader and eddie are both in their twenties. swearing. slight angst: mentions of loneliness. I'm an 18+ blog, minors please go away. not proofread, shitty writing and grammar errors.

*if i miss anything lmk know!

a/n: day three of my birthday week!!! you guys have been so lovely, i love you all so much!! i hope you guys have been enjoying this week as much as i have!! I'm so sorry for the late upload, life has been pretty busy this week!

I guess I wouldn’t mind to fall in love a little bit.

Ouch, I think I feel a little more.

Stepping out onto the small porch, you're met the chill of the morning air, your nose and cheeks being victim to the cold nip of the wind. The watercolor gray sky hides the sun behinds it's endless clouds. Birds chirp a song in the empty trees before they flap their wings, taking off in flight.

It's peaceful here, quieter than the city life than you were so used to. Out here in Forrest Hills you didn't have to worry about honking cars or the chatter of drunk college students walking home from the bar at odd hours of the night. Out here in the middle of nowhere, you had yourself and the company of strangers you had yet to meet.

Only being here for two weeks, you haven't been able to meet the other people that occupy the surrounding trailers. For now they're only nameless faces, people who go to work and mind their business. Sometimes, like today, you like to sit on the front steps of your porch, drinking a piping hot cup of coffee, and just watch them as they go about their day.

You like to imagine what they do for living, what their names are, and what their story is. This has become your entertainment, the highlight of your day before you go back inside all by yourself. It's scary moving to a new place, meeting new people, and trying to make friends. As of right now, your only friend is the lady at the supermarket, Suze. Besides the people watching, hearing Suze say "Have a good day, dear" have become the highlight of your life.

It's not that you don't want to be social, you just don't know where to start. You're awkward, even back home it was hard to find the right social circle. So the safety of your trailer, the comfort of your four walls, and your once a week interaction with Suze the cashier was enough for you.

Lifting your Snoopy mug to your lips, you let the warm liquid coat your throat and fill you with warmth that the fall air seems to lack. The small gravel path lays still, everyone seemingly already off to work or school. Since you missed your morning entertainment, you stick to keeping your eyes on the sky and letting the comforting silence fall around you.

Meow.

You don't move your gaze, rather shutting your eyes and letting the small breeze move past you.

Meow.

Cracking an eye open, you gaze around the small area of the road in hopes of finding the animal making noise, hoping you're not going stir crazy with your lack of human interaction.

Meow.

You're neck snaps back and forth, trying to look around the general area for whatever kitty that is trying to communicate with you. It's high grass on the one side and an empty dirt path on the other, no sign of life in sight. Yup, you've seemingly have lost all of your marbles.

Meow.

The feeling of something brushing your leg startles you, but not enough to scare the chubby black cat, who purrs against your plaid pj bottoms, away. When it turns it's green eyes to you, it meows once more.

"Hi little guy," You coo softly at the animal, placing a hand out tentatively for it to sniff, "whatcha doin' out here in the cold?"

Leaning it's hand onto the tips of your fingers, you get the hint and start scratching lightly on it's head.

"Aren't you cold out here, honey?" You question and it only responds by lifting its chin. You oblige and rub along it's next causing the cat's eyes to close in enjoyment.

"You were just talkin' earlier, now you don't want to, huh? Not when you're gettin' all this love." Your voice is baby like, lips perched just a bit as you move your fingers to the tips of it's ears.

Quickly the cat moves away from your touch and looks at you wide eyed and curious like. Not wanting to scare it away just yet, you lightly tap your lap, beckoning it to move closer to you.

Surprisingly the cat listens, trotting up the two steps and curls itself into you. The purrs that carry through it's body settles into you and brings you a kind of warmth no hot temperature could ever do.

With the chunky fur ball nestled on your thighs you feel wanted, excepted for the first time since you moved here. The loneliness that you've felt, encaged into the tin walls of your trailer, suddenly evaporates with the simple presence of the animal.

"Do you have a name, little guy?" Speaking softly to the comfy cat, you hesitantly run a finger along it's neck in search for a collar.

With no collar or any sort of tag to tell you the cat is someone else's, you begin to check for other things without disturbing it. The black fur is soft in your fingers and lacks any sort of dirt buildup, no signs of fleas, and the fact that it seems like it's well fed point to it being a house cat.

Checking your surroundings, you try to see if anyone is out looking for their lost animal. No other porch in eyeshot is occupied, only the empty street and the quiet noise of bare trees rustling.

"Well, you don't seem to belong to anyone," It's as soft as the wind that flows through the grass, "You can live with me. Would you like that?"

Meow.

The cat nudges it's head further into the plush of your thighs and you take that as your answer. "Yeah, I'd like that too. How do you feel about the name Ozzy?"

The question doesn't seem to spark any sort of reaction from the cat, still cuddled up against you and purring in satisfaction.

"Okay then, Ozzy, do you wanna come in and have a treat?" Your finger continues to brush through the short hair of the cat, raking over the spots it can't reach on it's own.

Letting Ozzy lay on you for a moment more, you go to pick up your coffee mug hoping that the brown liquid inside is still somewhat warm. With the slightest move of your arm, Ozzy wakes up and stretches.

Before you can offer the warmth of your trailer, Ozzy is off of you lap and trotting down the steps. It's desperate and selfish but you're not about to lose your first friend, so you follow after it in the hopes you can scoop it up and take it home.

"Ozzy, come on don't you want some tuna?" Even with the promise of an appetizing bowl of breakfast, the cat continues to make it's way across the dirt path street.

When Ozzy makes it to the trailer cat corner to yours, it trots up the steps and settles on the small porch. Blinking slowly at you, it continues to stare at you and your efforts of trying to capture it without trespassing.

"Come on Ozzy, I'll take you home and you can eat. Maybe later we can take a trip to the store for some toys! What do you say, Oz?" As you stretch your arm out to the animal, a gruff voice stops you in your tracks.

"May I ask why you're trying to kidnap my cat?" Trailing your eyes to the side porch, you take in the shape of the person sitting on the couch.

Covered by the shadow of the awning, you can't really make out the stranger. You've been caught red handed, mouth agape and wide eyed with your arm still frozen in it's outstretched position.

"I-I, um I wasn't trying to kidnap your cat. I just, he came up-"

"It's a she and her name is pumpkin." The gruff voice cuts you off, semi annoyed and frustrated.

"Sorry, I didn't know." Like a child who's been reprimanded, you pull your arm back to it's place, lacing your fingers together in front of you where they twiddled in anxiety.

"I know, I was just fucking with you." The shadow figure stands from it's sitting position and walks over to you, jumping down the small ledge of the side porch.

As he stalks over to you, you drink up his features. In sweatpants that hang low on his hips and a too small of a hoodie that reads "Hawkins High Phys Ed.", he looks pretty. Wild brown curls blow lightly in the wind, lips puffy, and eyes so brown it feels like you're drowning in chocolate.

Standing toe to toe, you realize just how much taller he is than you. Slim and fit is the best way you can describe it, and boy is he breathtaking. His scent picks up with the breeze, swirling around you and making it's way into your nose were it lingers. Coffee, smoke, and laundry soap.

"I'm assuming you're the new neighbor down in trailer 48." It's not really a question rather a statement when he says it.

Nodding your head slightly, you gaze up at him still in awe. "Yeah, that would ugh, that would be me." Trying to cover up your nerves you throw him a tight lipped smile.

Nodding his own head, he slips his hands into the pouch of his hoodie. "Well, I'm Eddie and you already seem to have met pumpkin."

"Nice to meet you Eddie," Unlocking your still laced fingers, you throw him a small wave, even though he's right in front of you and tell him your name.

"Well it's lovely to meet you." His smile is just as pretty as the rest of him, nice white teeth that shine brighter than any sunrise you've ever seen.

"I'm sorry about your cat," It comes out rather awkward and abrupt, "she came over to me and I didn't think she belonged to anyone, I swear. I- well honestly, she's kind of like my first friend here and I wasn't about to let her go that easy."

Shame burns within you, as well as embarrassment. The shame of trying to take someone else's cat and the embarrassment of admitting you have no friends. You want the ground to shallow you whole, hide so far in the ground the cute boy next door will forget all about you and your inability to act like a normal human.

"Hey, don't worry I was just messin'. Plus she's like my only friend too, so I totally get it." Whether he's lying or not doesn't matter to you, in fact you laugh along with him when he speaks.

"To be fair, they're kind of pretty," Still smiling, he focuses on Pumpkin who sits contently on the step waiting to go in.

"Yeah, she really is. Sweet too." You agree, also looking at the cat you befriended just moments before.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the cat," He says and you look back at him confused, "I mean she is definitely pretty, in fact she gets it from her dad. But I ugh, I was talking about you."

Pink paints the apples of his cheeks and you're certain that it's not from the bitter chill.

Your own stomach jumps and flips, butterflies tripling as his eyes burn into you.

"Oh." It's all you can muster, at least verbally, your face on the other hand tells him everything he needs to know.

Eyes shining and a smile threating to pull on your lips, even with the extra help that tries to hold it in place.

"Yeah." His own smile spreads bigger and you want to take a picture of it. You want to memorize every single detail of him so when you go back to your mundane four walls, you'll have something to feed your aching, lonely heart.

"Well if you want, I have a pot of coffee and a pack of Oreos back at my place. You and Ozzy, I mean Pumpkin are more than welcome." Looking up at him from under your lashes you see that his expression changed. Dimples and canines more prominent than before.

"Only on one condition." He says, crossing his hands over his chest and leaning towards you. "Do you have any cool mugs?"

"I have a cool Garfield mug." You shrug your shoulders.

Eddie ponders for a second like he's really taking the time to think it over. "I think, you have yourself a deal." Placing a hand in front of you, you clasp it in your own and shake it, letting the feeling of him sink into your skin.

Pulling his hand away from yours, he calls Pumpkin and pats his thigh. Getting up from her spot, she circles through his slipper covered feet. The two of you make your way back to your trailer, comfortable silence settling over the two of you.

"I do have one question." Looking over at Eddie, you raise your eyebrows telling him to continue. "Why Ozzy?"

Chuckling softly, you shrug your shoulders once again. "Well she's a black cat and she kind of reminds me of a bat. Bats just happen to remind me of Ozzy Osbourne, ya know cause the whole bat on stage thing."

You cut yourself off when you realize the boy next to you stopped dead in his tracks, along with the black cat.

"You know Ozzy?" He gasps, hand to his chest like you've just struck him with a sharp object.

"Who doesn't know Ozzy?" You scoff, eyebrows pinching together in bewilderment.

After what a long pause, Eddie stops clutching his chest and beams happily at you.

"Yeah, we're gonna be best friends." It's soft and sincere, hitting you right in the heart, lighting it with a million twinkling lights.

"Come on neighbor, I was promised Oreos." Picking his pace back up, he bops you on the nose with his finger before continuing his journey to your home.

Maybe Hawkins wasn't as lonely after all, you just needed to be patient.

Thank you all for reading! I love you guys <3

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kpop---scenarios · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Y/N

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Eventual Smut, Mean people, Language.

A/N: I'm back baby! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!!

"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s.

Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks.

Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions.

"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided.

"Thank you." You smile.

"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you.

"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling.

The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.

You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again.

Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party.

"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying."

"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle.

"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks.

Ouch.

“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?"

"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs.

As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move.

You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor.

The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong.

The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces.

You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening.

The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it.

Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about.

Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.

But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.

Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.

The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup.

Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him.

"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance.

"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous.

"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile.

"That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you.

“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa.

“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers.

"Why did you start whispering?" You asked.

She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.

Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body.

Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you.

"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred.

"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun."

"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours.

The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.

After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you.

You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.

You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again.

You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real.

The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again.

He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face.

He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said.

“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him.

He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you.

“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.

Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him?

You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.

After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge.

You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it.

Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open.

“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.

You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her.

“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.

You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door.

“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice.

You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good.

“You wanted to see me?” you ask.

“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you.

“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands.

“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face.

“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.”

“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit.

“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”

“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before.

“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles.

“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off.

“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun, wrapping her arm around him.

“I’m his fiancee.”

#baekyhun #exo smut #exowritersnet #baekhyun smut #byun baekhyun #exo #exo writing #baekhyun writing #kpopscenarios #kpopscape #noonasinnetwork

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quigonswife8 · 2 years ago

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Injury: Chris Redfield x reader

You injure yourself, and Chris is more than helpful.

Warnings: Injury, blood, swearing.

A/N: Chris lives in a house for this || gif creds: @rasputinaillyanna look at himmmmm. His eyes omg, they're just...like I can't even describe it.

Italics is Chris talking.

"Ouch!"

The rest of the glass falls to the ground, and you look down at your hand. A large cut now runs from your palm, and ends above your wrist. The blood runs, staining the sleeve of the shirt you wear, though you could care less about that. The pain is horrible, worse than a paper cut, that's for sure.

Standing up, you rush over to the tea-towel that hangs off the oven door. As you press it to your injury, you shut your eyes.

"...just what I need."

It's quiet when Chris returns, which comes across as strange, as it's only 7 pm. "I'm back." Chris locks the door, before proceeding to slip off his coat and take off his shoes, "...finished early." as captain of the hound squad, or just captain in general, he has to work longer hours than one normally would.

It's not that he can change that, but that means less time with you, when he wishes he could spend more time with you.

"In here."

The first thing Chris notices is how you sound tired, and how you don't say anything after that.

"Okay."

Chris heads into the lounge, which is where you are. He notices when he enters is how only two lights are on, the rest are off. Then he notices how you're sitting with your head back, and how you look up at the ceiling. However he doesn't notice the bandage around your right hand, not until he gets closer.

"Sweetheart.." Chris's voice fades into nothing, a look of worry on his face, though you don't seem to notice.

"Hey." you mutter, pulling your eyes away to look at him. "...how was work?"

The pain has eased up a bit, but you still need to be careful. You slowly sit up, and when Chris sits down in front of you, he doesn't say anything yet. He just keeps his eyes on your hand, and then looks at you.

"Your hand..." It had been fine when he left, so why do you have a bandage on it? "...What happened?"

"I cut it on a glass." you answer, honestly. "...and I hurt myself pretty badly so I attempted to try and wrap it as best as I could." and you chuckle softly, trying to make light of this situation, though Chris doesn't chuckle or anything.

"I'm sorry." he replies, his gaze softening. "...did you need me to re-bandage your hand for you?" He’s so sweet and you love him so much.

"...I don't want to be a burden...besides, you just got off work."

"You could never be a burden sweetheart..." making sure to emphasize the 'never' part. "... and I would much rather make sure you don't get an infection from your cut." Which he's very familiar with. He's right you sigh of course he is.

Chris is very smart, though not a lot of people appreciate that about him. They should, and they should appreciate Chris in general. He's lost a lot, he's been through a lot, yet he's still standing and you're really proud of him. You just hope he knows that.

"Okay." you nod so Chris stands to leave and get what he needs. When he returns he kneels down in front of you, using one of his hands to squeeze your left one. He's so gentle, so soft with you, that sometimes you forget that he's not like this with anyone else really. Chris isn't rude or anything, he just doesn't act like this with anyone else.

"I'll try not to hurt you."

"You could never hurt me." you smile. "...and thank you again for doing this." you could spend hours being appreciative, but for now, you'll just sit there while he treats and bandages your hand.

Chris gives you a quick nod, "You're welcome." and after pressing a soft kiss to your temple, he starts on what he had planned to do.

#resident evil #Chris redfield #Chris redfield x reader

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pinbones · 5 months ago

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2 -- Alphys wakes

Wakey wakey let's get shaky!

Crochet makes for difficult subjects! They're feather-light and like to topple about. They need wire to help them move and stay still for a picture. But I loved making Alphys and a funny little bed. (While in use, the lab's bed does not resemble an easy-to-draw cube.)

Making her glasses was fun and being able to finally position crochet arms is amazing. I love wire, wire is my new best friend, even if it's pokey and a little too happy to be in frame sometimes. Wire is even useful for holding temporary eyelids in place (ouch).

I'm not sure how moving the camera turned her eyes green. I swear they're still purple IRL. All the colour looks washed-out... I'm still learning what options a camera even has, let alone how to use them.

As for the set... I couldn't make paper work (even though I had the exact colours of her lab laying around) and I was too impatient to paint the cereal box I was planning on using as a plan B wall. Soooo just pretend the (unfortunately a little reflective) box lid is the wall of her room. It's at least better than the actual wall behind the desk.

All in all I loved making this. Stop motion is far easier and more fun than I thought it would be, and I'm excited to play around with it.

#undertale #animation #alphys #stop motion #crochet #amigurumi #super big thank you to the person who suggested craft wire for her glasses this animation was possible because of you

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obx-pogue4life · 9 months ago

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GURLLLL URRR BACKKK!! Missed seein u on my dash! Idk if ur taking requests but I got this idea I can't get out the head

Friends to lovers

Beach party kegger

Kook likes u but ya shoot em down

Pulls gun and is really bad

Jj saves u, screams/beats the hell out the kook like a mad man

Y'all confess ur feelings

And maybe uses the words "all in" and sappy happy ending 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Oh my gosh I love this idea and I hope you like what I came up with. This is SO JJ 👀😂

All In

Warnings: fluffy with implied smut, kissing, guns, violence, swearing, feeling uneasy, drug use, fighting, protective JJ, crying, friends to lovers, happy ending, prolly more so let me know if I forgot any 💚

I couldn't believe what was happening. My best friend defending my honor, all because of some stupid kook who decided to crash this kegger with his friends. Everything was harmless enough at the start, just cat calling and some whistling, you know the kind; just your general disgusting, neanderthal behavior. It was bothering me for sure but I wasn't gonna let it get to me and ruin my good time with my friends. As the night went on I could see JJ getting more and more irritated with them and the second that kook put his hands on me, his fists were flying. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER, ASSHOLE," JJ screamed at the kook who was trying to manhandle me into dancing with him and shoved him away from me. The kook comes right back at us and JJ immediately makes contact with his jaw, knocking him on his ass. He quickly recovers, gets back up and spits out a small mouthful of blood.

"Oh you know you like it baby," he says to me with a wink. "You know you want a piece of this," he cockily smirks, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to show off his barely visible muscles.

"And just what am I supposed to be looking at here," I say squinting and laughing as I brush him off. I hold my hand up to silently signal JJ not to charge at this guy and beat the living shit out of him.

We begin to walk away and JJ snickers at his weak attempt to entice me. I sigh and roll my eyes but feel a rough hand reach out for me again, this time harshly yanking me back and hurting my arm.

"Ouch, you asshole! What the hell," you say, a little shocked this guy was being so forward, especially with JJ right at my side. Usually the kooks just wanted to mess with me and my friends, hook up, be jerks and and occasionally get into the random fight over stupid shit. But this? This felt different, almost scary.

"Now that wasn't very nice now, was it baby doll," he says to me in a creepy monotone voice. His eyes look frighteningly dark, like there is nothing but emptiness behind them. He sniffs loudly and wipes the underside of his nose with his thumb and it all clicks for me. I can see some white residue still under his nose. He must have just gotten high. "Greaaatttt," I think to myself as I try to shake his grip off my arm. The look on JJ's face right now was one I've seen far too many times. He was ready to kill this kid but I prayed he'd take notice of me shaking my head discouragingly and trying to make him realize that this dude was totally coked out. I pointed to my own nose and tried to get my message across to him, which thankfully he understood. The last thing I want is for him to get into a crazy brawl with a maniac, especially over me. A minute passed by and we all were just kind of standing there, unsure what he was going to do. He still had his hand around my arm and he was really beginning to hurt me but I didn't wanna say anything to make JJ lunge at him, so I just kind of took it the best I could. He could tell I was wincing though and mentally, I was preparing myself for the fight of the year. Surprisingly though JJ very calmly came towards us and apologized.

"Hey, I'm sorry man," he said trying hard to sound earnest. "Sometimes I just get crazy over y/n getting attention from other guys, you know. That was my bad. I'm just very protective over her. I'm sure you can understand that," he says sincerely. I could feel my heart swelling inside my chest at his sweet words about me and had to snap myself back into the reality of the situation that was before me.

"What I understand, is that your bitch, needs to learn some fucking manners. It's not nice to laugh at someone whose just trying to show you a good time," he slowly drawls out, his grip on me becoming so tight, I nearly cry.

He looks at me whimpering and laughs. JJ clenches his fists and takes a step forward but stops himself when he sees this kook force me onto my knees and notices a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. I start to talk back but JJ puts his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I give him a funny look but he pleads to me with his eyes to just stay still and stop making noise. I catch on and quickly and stop but it's too late. The kook pulls out his gun and points it directly at my head. "I think someone needs to learn their place and say they're sorry," he says in that same creepy monotone voice.

"YOU STUPID BITCH," he screams towards me. "I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU Y/N," he yells, tapping the gun repeatedly on to my head.

I start crying immediately and I can't seem to make my mouth move. My entire life is flashing before me and all I can keep thinking about is "I can't believe this is how I'm going to die."

I can hear JJ saying my name and he pulls me out of my spiraling thoughts but only long enough to hear that crazy coked out kook screaming again. "SHUT UP AND STOP TALKING TO HER," he yells at JJ.

"No problem man, sorry about that," he says and slowly walks towards him. The kook is pacing in small circles and waving the gun around and all I can do is watch in horror.

"Yeah she can definitely be a bitch sometimes," JJ chuckles, trying to defuse the situation. He winks at me and nods his head, making a full circle around the kook. JJ is standing in front of me now and immediately, I feel so much better. Even though I've never been so scared in my life, I almost feel safe now. Almost.

The kook continues to pace back and forth as he and JJ talk about what a bitch I can be, laughing and making fun of me. Their words hurt but they seemed to calm the kook down. A few minutes later he plopped down in the sand and sighed loudly, dropping his gun next to him. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath, starting at the sand. JJ looked at me and to the gun and I nodded as he immediately springs into action, knocking the kook backwards while I quick grabbed the gun and threw it into the water. JJ was on top of him, punching him over and over again, him now the one screaming. "IF YOU EVER COME AROUND HERE AGAIN! IF YOU EVER FUCKING LAY A HAND ON THAT PRECIOUS BODY! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU! DON'T FOR A SECOND THINK I WON'T. I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW YOU ASSHOLE FOR PUTTING HER THROUGH THAT! FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH THAT! FOR TRYING TO TAKE THE BEST THING I HAVE IN MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME! TRY THAT AGAIN AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE," he says punching him one last time, knocking him out cold. He was still alive but barely breathing. JJ saw the horror on my face and finally gets up off of him and rushes to my side. "Y/n! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please! Are you ok?," he begs me to answer him. I'm just kneeling in the sand beside this whole bloody scene and thinking about what just happened and I can't seem to talk or move. "Y/n? JJ gently shakes my shoulder and smooths out my hair. Y/N? He says a little louder, trying to get my attention," this time succeeding.

I let out a broken shriek and lunge into his arms, so happy to be comforted by the man kneeling before me. "J.. I...," I sob, tears streaming down my face. "I thought I was going to die," I say hysterically. "I thought we were going to die."

"I know darlin', I know" he coos into my ear as I continue to cry. "You know I'd never let that happen, y/n. You're safe with me, always," he says softly, stroking my hair and still hugging me tight.

"Oh my God," I start to say through my sobs. "And you... you stepped right in front of me...," you try to finish your thought but can't get out the words.

"I told you y/n, you're safe with me. I will never let anything bad happen to you," he says in a reassuringly soft voice. "I will always protect you."

I nuzzle into his chest and move further into his lap and cling to him for dear life. I never wanna let him go and even though I'm still shaken, I feel truly safe now. With him. Just like this.

"Now probably isn't the right time to tell you this," he says into the top of my head. He leans back a little and pushes me away slightly so I can look at him.

"Y/n?," he says, gently brushing his hand over my cheek and resting it there. "I'm in love with you," he says shakily.

My eyes go wide and I just stare at him as he leans his forehead against mine, sighing. "I've felt this way for so long y/n. Please? Say something? I thought I was going to lose you tonight. I can't stand to keep this from you another second. I'm sorry if this seems weird or out of the blue but I think I've honestly been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn't realize it until we were older. And then after everything that just happened, I know in my heart I had to tell you as soon as possible how I-," his words suddenly cut off and he's completely taken aback.

I can't stop myself from crashing my lips onto his and finally getting to kiss my best friend. I have been waiting for him to say something and act on his feelings for years. It just figures that a near death experience is what would finally give him the push he needed to finally tell me how he feels. I pull away and let him cup my face again, his grin giving me butterflies throughout my entire body. "So does that mean....," he starts to say before I cut him off again.

"I love you, too J. I've been waiting for you to say something for so long," I say to him, putting my head on his shoulder and hugging him again.

"So you knew?," he asks me seriously.

"I had a pretty good idea," I say leaning back up and facing him.

"Why didn't you say anything?," he groans, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair, chuckling.

"Well...," I ponder aloud. "I just figured that you weren't ready for me to know yet and that you'd tell me once you were," I shrugged. "I didn't want to force your hand and try to start something you weren't ready for or sure about," I say genuinely.

"I've always been sure, y/n. I guess I was just scared how you'd react...I didn't want ruin our friendship. I couldn't stand the thought of you rejecting me and not having you in my life so I guess I just took the safe route all this time," he says sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well there's no turning back now, Maybank," I smile at him.

"All in?," he asks, cocking his brow at me.

"All in," I agree nodding my head and grinning.

He leans in to kiss me and the feeling of his lips against mine almost make me forget the events of tonight until we start to hear a rustling in the sand besides us.

"Shit y/n! We better get out of here before that lunatic wakes up," JJ says helping me to my feet. He grabs my hand in his and we start to run towards the car. Never in all my life have I ever been in such a scary situation but at the same time, never in my life have I felt so safe and settled. Once we get to the car, he opens the door for me and asks me once again if I'm sure I'm alright. I say yes and he reluctantly takes my word for it and closes my door. He quickly runs around the back of the car and hops in, peeling out as fast as he can. "Where to, y/n?," he asks me.

"Can I spend the night with you J?, I ask quietly. "I'm a little scared to go home to an empty house. Just for tonight?," I plead.

"You can spend every night with me y/n," he says, taking my hand in his. "Scared or not," he says bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it sweetly.

I smile happily to myself and tell him that sounds perfect, snuggling up into his side, still holding his hand, as he drives us home.

"Thank you," I say to him quietly. "For everything."

"I'm just glad you're ok," he says, sighing as we turn onto his street.

We pull up to his empty house and sit in comfortable but heavy silence for a minute, digesting everything that's happened tonight.

"All in?," he asks me once again, staring straight forward out the windshield.

I smile at him and lift my head off his shoulder, turning so I can see his face. He turns towards me slightly and l lean my head on to his gently.

"All in," I repeat, smiling.

He slowly places his lips on mine, brushing my cheek with his thumb and sighs contently into the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that y/n," he says pulling away and staring into my eyes. I blush at his love filled gaze and smile sweetly, his words instantly bringing back all those butterflies.

"And you have no idea how long I'VE been waiting for you to do that," I giggle, looking longingly from his beautiful eyes to his luscious lips.

"Oh yeah," he questions flirtatiously, running his free hand through his hair. "Wanna know what else I've been waiting to do with you all this time," he smirks, wiggling his eyebrow at me.

"I thought you'd never ask," I say laughing as he rushes to get out of the car and runs to my door to open it for me.

He holds out his hand and helps me step out of the car and closes the door. Still holding my hand m, he leads me towards the door but stops just short of opening it.

"I'm really glad you're ok, y/n... I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you," he says to the ground before turning around to face me.

"And I'm really glad you're ok, J. The way you just leapt into action and stayed so calm. That was really smart thinking. You were so brave, that could have ended so badly for both of us. I don't know what I would have done either if something bad happened to you," I say and start to tear up again.

"Hey now, don't cry y/n," he says brushing the tears from my eyes. "We're both safe and sound, nothing to worry about now," he says hugging me.

"Now!," he says, sternly but silly, poking my side trying to make me smile. "TO THE LOVEMAKING," he playfully yells and hoists me over his shoulder. I giggle and roll my eyes as he quickly lets us into the house and runs us both up the stairs to his room, throwing me onto the bed and smiling at me like a love sick fool.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2! 💚

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max-nico · 8 months ago

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Songs to listen to for maximum Tails angst, as well as a run down of how I daydream to them

Enjoy, or don't, and feel free to add your own. I'm always looking for new music recommendations.

Multiple paragraph incoming, you have been warned

The Tornado, Owl City

Starting off with an absolute BANGER !!!!! I'm obsessed with Owl City so don't @ me about this lol. In this song Adam Young is telling a story about a young boy delivering papers on his bike, when a tornado hits. Miraculously, he survives.

To me, this song is about Tails gearing up to leave in the tornado. As he begins to fly over the ocean a storm hits, and eventually turns into a tornado. As the music crescendos the storm gets worse, and eventually the plane crashes into the ocean (specifically at 2:05, you can't tell me it doesn't sound like a Wii sports snorkeling mini game). By the time the lyrics come in he's grabbed the chaos emerald from the back of his plane and he's trying to get out of the water. At the line "the shadows slowly melted as I was hunkered down" Tails spots angel island and he flies up there and it's a happy ending yayyyy

I Was an Island, John-Allison Weiss

Honestly I don't have like a particular scene or daydream to this. This song just makes me feel things when I listen to it, and I think Tails would really relate. I think specifically NINE would relate actually, but any Tails variation will do tbh

"I can't do this alone anymore, I'm no good on my own anymore. What did I do to do deserve this? What did you do to me? Baby come back, you know I don't wanna be free." Is just something I feel like Nine would relate to idk

Bugbear, Chloe Moriondro

I don't have a particular daydream to this one either but this song is so Tails to me. This is so him. Y'all aren't listening she said "my brain is surrounded by school kids who all got their valedictorian course, while I couldn't care enough about my 3.8, no matter how hard I try I'm still not trying hard enough to be... Great." YOU'RE TELLING ME HE DOESN'T RELATE TO THAT ?!!?!!

Talk To Me, Cavetown

This is so Sonic talking to Tails to me. "You don't have to be a prodigy to be unique, you don't have to know what to say or what to think, you don't have to be anybody you can never be, that's alright, let it out, talk to me." Is something Sonic has said to Tails at least once and you can't convince me otherwise.

This song is just so comforting. Listening to this makes me warm with brotherly feels.

Vanilla Twilight, Owl City

I used to cry to this song, so tread lightly sympathetic criers lol.

This daydream takes place sometime after Sonic Frontiers when Tails decides to go his own way, leaving Sonic by himself. It switches between their POVs depending on the lyric. For example, one of Sonic's lyrics is "cause I'll doze off safe and soundly, but I'll miss your arms around me, I'll send a postcard to you dear, cause I wish you were here." And one of Tails' lyrics is "I'll find repose in new ways, though I haven't slept in 2 days, cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone."

They'll reunite someday I swear

Overgrown Garden, Beetlebug

Ow ouch ffff-ouch ouchie owwwieeeeeee ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ sorry guys this one involves major character death lol

So the actual song is about an abusive relationship using flower metaphors and symbolism, but I didn't know that when I started listening so this daydream has nothing to do with that. With that being said...

Every chorus is Tails at a different age wondering if Sonic will abandon him, no matter how much Sonic reassures him the thought just sticks in the back of his mind even if he doesn't voice it. Things don't start to get juicy until the 3rd verse, "The rhododendrons crimson flame, set fire to the sleepy air, and lit the early morning haze, that glistened in your tangled hair." I understand that the flame is a metaphor and there's no actual flame but I don't care, in my daydream there's actual flames because Sonic and Tails are in the middle of a flower field that's been engulfed in them.

At the lyric "You place a crown of marigolds on my head, and then you said, as you tried to pull your bloody hands away" Sonic is laying against the only tree in sight, a big bloody wound in his abdomen with Tails trying to stop the bleeding. And then when the chorus comes in again, it's Sonic comforting Tails while he bleeds out on a battlefield. When Tails asked "I wonder if you'll leave me, behind someday, among the wildflowers and lilies, sleeping by the way" he meant like runaway and abandon him on an adventure, not die in a burning flower field you idiot ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Blue Hair, TV Girl

For maximum feels, listen to Vanilla Twilight directly after listening to this

I feel like a lot of y'all are already gonna know this one, and I respect that. I'm not super sure what this song is actually about but I like their funny words so it's okay lol

This is another song from Sonics POV to me. It's Sonic talking to his friends at different times about Tails growing up and not needing him anymore. In this case, Tails has to "cut her blue hair off" and Sonic is the blue hair if you couldn't tell lol like "and I tried, to hold her, but it didn't really last long, she's getting older. I guess she's gotta cut her blue hair off".

There's also the line right before that one "what seems so blue in the sunlight, by the night was a pale green" blue and green are literally their eye colors this song was meant for them.

This isn't all of them, we'd be here all day if I listed every single one lol. Don't be surprised if I follow up with more song rec posts bc I love talking about music, and please give me some recs as well

#sth #miles tails prower #i have the mic #tails the fox #tails miles prower #tails sonic #sonic and tails #tails and sonic #unbreakable bond #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #music recs #Spotify #obvs you dont have to have the same daydream as me lolll feel free to tell me yours as well #miles nine prower #nine sonic prime #sonic angst

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plscallmeeren · 7 months ago

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C A U S E F O R A H O W L E R

Hermione Jean Granger x Reader

Request: yes @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: you've been friends with the trio since first year (You, being Draco's twin sister, sorted into Gryffindor...... ouch) and obvs ur parents don't approve. You've been hiding the fact that you've been dating Hermione for two years now. It's the day before battling Voldemort lol

Warnings: Swearing; allusions to sex; family disowns child

Word Count: 1.9K+

You stared at Draco, groaning when he wouldn't back down. "Oh, come on!"

"Father said I should keep an eye on you, so I will."

"Well, since you like taking his words literally so much - he said an eye. Not both, at all times, relentlessly and to the point of murder with motive."

"You're so dramatic," he scoffed, crossing his legs formerly on the bench opposite you. Beside him, Blaise snickered, nibbling absently on his jacket potato.

"Priss," you spat back. "Don't know why father thinks your 'keeping an eye on me' will do any good, anyway..."

"I don't know, to protect you?" he deadpanned, as if this were blatantly obvious.

"You're a pussy, Draco. And I'm three times as good as you at Charms and DADA."

"That, my dear friend, is definitely true," Blaise added helpfully, smiling at Draco as he glared.

"Okay, well, on that note, I'm off," you announced, standing up briskly.

"Well, I suppose that means I'm off, too," your twin replied, trying to stuff as many beans down his throat as possible before he had to go.

"Don't be stupid. You're not finished, and I need to go to the bathroom, anyway."

"Yeah, but-"

"What are you gonna do? Guard the door? Or are you going to join me? We can go to the haunted one, if you want. I know Myrtle loves you-"

"Fine! Okay! I'll meet you at the courtyard after, alright?" he retracted quickly, throwing up his hands.

You only grinned, taking even prouder strides when you heard him mutter 'I'm never finding her again, am I?' to Blaise.

Walking the corridors, you could feel your shoulders sagging, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your robe. It had been a long week. A long month. Maybe a long year. You felt like crashing into bed, Hermione in your arms, doing nothing for days and only really getting up to cook something for her.

You could picture it perfectly: A bed the size of a small room, the two of you surrounded by books that you'd read to each other as the record player lazily hums 'San Tropez' by Pink Floyd. A week spent fucking, eating home-cooked, Mediterranean food, reading, talking, fucking again.

But that was a dream for another life. Maybe there was still hope for it sometime else - a time far removed from war, from exams, from your goddamn father.

"Password?" the fat lady asked coldly.

"Flobberworm," you murmured, stepping through the round door immediately after she swung open.

"There you are!" Harry's voice surprised you inside. "We were wondering whether you had relocated to the dungeons for good now, given Malfoy's insistence on-"

"Oh, shut up," Ron interrupted, slapping his shoulder. "She's tryna get away from him, not meet his fan club."

"Right. Glad to have you back."

"I've missed you," Hermione said sweetly, throwing a leg over your own as soon as you sat down.

"Get a room," Ron complained, grimacing. He had dealt a deck of Exploding Snap and was looking very unhappy about his own cards.

"And here I was thinking you'd turned over a new leaf of empathy," you sighed, wrapping an arm around Hermione's shoulders.

"Yeah, right. Ever since Hermione called me a teaspoon, I thought I'd give up."

"Room for improvement is no reason to forgo emotion entirely. In fact, I'd argue the fact that it bothers you shows that you already have."

He scowled, making a ridiculously bad move to top things off. Harry grinned, giving you a thumbs up.

"Hey, you okay?" your girlfriend asked after a moment, in which your sprightly face must have slacked. "You look a bit... worse for wear."

"I'm fine. Just tired of my bodyguard, that's all. Pretty sure he has less muscle mass than me, though, so I should probably come up with a new title."

"'Tis true," she agreed. "But still... you wanna go for a walk? Just the two of us? We can steal Harry's cloak until we're out of your brother's way?"

"You can what?" Harry piped up, failing glaring at you because of how miserable he was making Ron.

"Well, can't we?" Hermione asked testily, looking unimpressed.

"Of course, I just wish you'd ask first."

"Well, here I am, asking."

"Yes, you're welcome to take the sole material inheritance I have received from my father, also my insurance for survival should one Dark Lord choose to search for me this fine afternoon-"

"In that case," Hermione smiled, "I'll be glad to take it off your hands." The two friends stared at each other momentarily before she took your hand, dragging you up to the boys' dormitories.

Twenty minutes later you were walking by the lake, feet dangerously close to the dark water.

"So, what is it?"

"What's what?"

"Whatever is ruining your mood."

"Oh, so you're saying I'm not delightful? Uncalled for, that is."

"Oh, come on, just tell me," she said impatiently, glaring at you.

You smiled, swinging your arms restlessly. "Well, as I said, I'm not too chuffed my brother is following me around everywhere, making me live in fear."

Hermione only stared at you, unimpressed, waiting.

"Yeah, I guess I just feel guilty still, in a weird way. Not that there's anything remotely wrong with dating you, it's just... it's our two-year anniversary and all I could think about while planning was how to celebrate incognito. It's kinda... tiring, I suppose." You looked back at her, chewing on your tongue. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"No, I understand. And there's nothing to feel guilty about. If my family were so district, if they would disown me if I told them who I loved, I know I would... well, I don't know what I'd do, but I know it would be hard to handle." She smiled at you, the kind that made the skin around her eyes crinkle and her freckles catch a different ray of sunlight. "Let's just make today special."

"I wholeheartedly agree," you said firmly, placing a hand on her waist and stopping her. "Which is why I'd like to give you this."

You pulled out a small, indeterminate box with a ribbon around it. The size and shape didn't hint at what was within, so that you could watch as Hermione's brow furrowed, clever eyes searching for clues.

"Can I open it?" she asked timidly, quickly untying the ribbon when you nodded. Inside lay a multitude of things: A necklace with 'Hermione' spelt in Japanese characters (へみおね), a small line drawing you had created of the two of you, and a folded list of book recommendations, each addressed to a certain aspect of her. (For example, to her expression when she is in 'survival mode': The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. To her fast-paced wit and love of puzzles: The Collected Stories of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.)

"(Y/n), I-"

Before she could thank you, you slid off one of your rings from your index finger, one that you wore every day, placing it on her middle finger instead. She stared at it, as if it were a legendary artifact that might still surprise her.

Hermione looked around then, but there was no one. No one to stop her kissing you like her life depended on it.

"Hermione," you murmured, detaching herself from her mouth, ignoring the surprising turn, "you sure you wanna do this here..."

"Thank you," she whispered instead, slinging herself against you. "Thank you so, so, so much."

"I'm glad you like it, darling," you managed between kisses, lips colliding in waves. Your other hand leaped to her waist, holding her impossibly close to your body. Hers travelled the muscles of your back, reaching for the plane of your nape where her fingers surpassed your hairline.

"'Mione," you groaned, hardly gaining her attention.

"Dorm?" she managed.

"Yeah," you panted, reluctantly breaking away.

"Right."

The way up to and through the castle under the cloak was hard, even while walking past your brother. Hermione kept whispering 'thank you's and 'you're perfect's and kissing you, anywhere, everywhere, and it took a ridiculous amount of willpower not to rail her next to the Hogswatch team.

Your shared dorm was mercifully empty, and the cloak was quickly discarded. You pulled her down onto the bed by her hips, groaning as she grinded against your lap, face connected to yours.

She slipped off her jacket with the box inside the front pocket, followed by her jumper, the heat within you now deafening.

"Are you sure?" she asked, pained to have jeopardized the mood. "I know we haven't done anything since your brother's been following you around and I understand if you're worried he'll find out somehow-"

"I'm sure. I have you, don't I?"

Hermione's lips were on yours again, hungry, insatiable, moaning your name-

A sharp cry emanated from the door, some sort of terrified surprise.

You jumped up, one hand still on your girlfriend's thigh, but Draco was already leaving, running away - his job was done, and it had not been to protect. You loved your brother, but you knew just as well that he would do anything to feel more secure in his own home.

You knew that that home would no longer be yours.

"I can see him in the Owlery right now, trying to understand how this could've happened under his watch," You laughed dryly, staring at the open door. Hermione stepped before you, closing it.

"I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

And yet, mere hours later your father's owl arrived - a grey one, shivers of green down the spines of his feathers. The letter was easy to remove from his leg and you knew before opening it that it would be loud. Hermione cast a silencing charm on the room wordlessly, because even she knew.

And the letter lived up to its namesake, a howling cacophony of your father's disappointment. It tore itself apart with the knowledge that it had forbidden you from returning to your childhood home. You did not move to clean the remnants away. You didn't dare look at Hermione, who you could picture with a hand over her mouth and a look of pity in her eyes that made you want to disappear completely.

"You have me," Hermione said eventually, meekly, as if she wasn't sure how much that was worth. "You can stay with me and my family. You know you'll never be alone. I mean, if you want to. I know so far I've already been cause for a howler."

"Yeah," you whispered. You didn't know whether you could manage more in that moment.

"Yes?" she asked, seeking confirmation, but you didn't miss the hint of betrayal in her voice.

"Yeah, that would be great," you stuttered, trying to sound sure of yourself. "Merlyn knows I'll need a new bodyguard with less muscle than me."

She smiled, even though it was watery, and gently leaned in for another kiss.

You knew you had chosen right. You knew this might someday lead to heaven on earth. You knew Hermione was forever for you.

#fanfic #fanfiction #new chapter #romance #harry potter #x reader #smut #hermione x reader #hermione granger #Hermione #draco malfoy #Draco sister #harry potter fanfiction #ron weasley #slight angst #angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff #anniversary

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zaceouiswriting · 22 days ago

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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.40

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

"Your Majesty!" I hear someone call out. This is nothing new because in my dreams (as in real life), the soldiers almost always call me that, even though I told them not to. Sometimes, they did it because they were supposed to, and sometimes, they did it to annoy me. It always got my attention. I ignored it and delved deeper into another dream, just waiting to be explored. "Your Majesty!" The persistent voice has grown louder, annoyed even, in a deep, crisp tone dripping with sarcasm and an aura of entitlement.

"Go away, Corey! Can't you see that I'm sleeping?"

“I see that, you idiot, but it’s morning, and classes start soon!”

I grit my teeth and crack my eyes open just a slit, hoping the older one wouldn't see it. But like the truffle pig he is, as soon as I do, his searching nose must have smelled the water in my eyes because his stupid face is immediately in mine. Irritated by his behavior so soon after waking up, I put my hand on his face and push it away, only to turn my head and lay it back down.

"Ouch!" I scream as I feel a sudden pain on my forehead. Reflexively, I open my eyes fully, only to be blinded by the piercing morning sun as if it were some beacon light shining directly in my face. As soon as I could see again, I stared straight into Corey's emerald eyes. Those eyes are the mark of the Jaton family. Our current capital in the Black Mountains is part of their territory and has only served as our vacation palace in the north until the catastrophe. But after our ancestral seat sank along with most of our world, we settled within this palace's walls. My family was just lucky that we were visiting the Jaton family, or the Jade Panther family, as they are known among my people. The Jade is their family stone, and beneath their capital is a cave containing a floating emerald stone that keeps their capital intact with an abundance of magic, while the mentioned Panther is the nickname of their founder, as he was as fast and vicious as a one on the battlefield. Few people could ever surpass the speed of a member of the Jaton family.

Looking into those eyes, I can clearly see concern but also a form of disappointment. I couldn't believe it! How dare he be disappointed in me when he slaps my forehead! Just as I'm about to turn the fires of death on him, he does it again. Instead of reacting to the slap, I hit back where it hurts the most. Watching his eyes widen, a breathless cough escaping his mouth, and his knees hitting the ground has to be one of the most satisfying things I've ever seen or done. I was finally able to stand up to this good-for-nothing bully.

To make matters worse, my little friends, awakened by the ruckus around them, are staring at Corey, baring their fangs and hissing at him, ready to attack. I wonder if these creatures would make useful soldiers in my future army. Just the thought of them wearing tiny suits of armor with tiny weapons brightens up my ruined morning.

The whole time I keep my eyes on the suffering ass on his knees. Maybe I should kick Riven in the balls, too. But I'm afraid he'd enjoy that, like everything I do to him. What a sick, twisted psychopath. I once threatened to step on him, and his face will haunt my nightmares forever. Even though I think he does this shit on purpose, I don't want to risk it. Otherwise, he'll end up marking me like a dog or something, and I'll never get rid of him.

"I swear by our Leviathan, as soon as I can stand again-" Corey's threat was interrupted as the little critters jumped on him, biting and nibbling at him. "Get off me!" He was about to smack them away.

Furiously, I grab his hand just in time. Pressing my tongue to my teeth, I whistle to the animals. They immediately jump back to me, land on my shoulders, and rub their angry heads against me again.

"You may still be tired, old friend, but if you or anyone hurts one of them, I will kill you because these little animals are more important than almost any other being, living or dead!"

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, I remind him that they are Skerools, the back and bones of our planet. But it took a few moments for his head to snap back. His eyes widened, switching between them and me. He quickly lowered his head, apologizing to the animals, and I, as my ancestor who had discovered what these creatures could do, declared them sacred beings to our Leviathans. Since they were sacred beings, they were equal to the royal family and protected from anything and everyone. Not even one of the Jatons can dare to stand against them.

Although I can see the uncertainty in the animals' eyes, probably because they couldn't understand Corey's words, I explain it to them as best I can with a few whistles and clacks. I learned their way of speaking as a child when my best friends couldn't play with me. Back then, I didn't particularly like dealing with people, and my siblings were too small. So I went to the garden to play with the Skerools. They came right away, loving me being around. Even the first time, they treated me as one of their own.

Smiling, I rub the heads of some of the Skerools. They had their eyes closed when I did this, so I waited until they opened them again to stroke Corey's head as well and loudly accept his apology. The little ones quickly notice. But their incomprehensible chatter is interrupted when one of them, clearly their leader, steps forward; his status is evident because of his black fur with a white belly and a brown stripe that divides his head, while all the others are brown, some with faint black details. Little Skerool carries himself with dignity. He raises his little hand and strokes the side of Corey's head.

My honorable friend couldn't believe his eyes but said nothing or did anything about the insult. When I hold my hand out to my new little friend, though, he doesn't seem to want to let go of Corey's hair. Shrugging, I turn to the others and pet them, to my delight. It's not long before a furry butt sits on my face, and four pairs of eyes stare down at me in disappointment. Without hesitation, I grab him by the neck and lift him from my face. I sit back up and tell the others to leave me so I can put their leader on my lap and pet him as much as he wants.

"Why are you here, Corey? You would have sent my roommates if it was just because I was late."

I hear a sigh from my side before he explains that he already sent my roommates; however, no matter what they tried, they couldn't get over the wall. But when he tried, he managed it immediately. Speechless in the face of this information, I try to understand how this is possible until, a few moments later, the realization dawns on me. Shortly afterward, I jump up from my stone bed, where many of my new little friends are still sitting, and go to the wall. With my hand on the stone, I feel clear vibrations; a slight grin crosses my lips because my suspicions have been confirmed. No wonder no one else got through except Corey and me.

With a knowing grin, I turn back to the older man. Although his face is stern, I can still see a certain softness in his eyes. "Have you spoken to your little brat of a brother?" He immediately becomes tense, so his conversation has not gone well.

„He believes that you left him without even a goodbye,“ Corey mutters, averting his gaze. Just as I'm about to say something, Corey beats me to it and tells me something that stuns me, so I ask him to repeat it. "My brother doesn't even know he's dead."

Suddenly, my head is spinning, my eyes showing me once again the day I lost control—how my stone spikes impaled him, just timidly in the corner of my eye. I didn't even notice it then, not until it was far too late. I didn't even hold him in my arms when he died, not until his body was already cold. Now, I remember it clearly: I kept fighting, and only when the skirmish was over did I look for him to celebrate, only to realize what I had done. It was the only time I cried on the battlefield. But how could my and his best friend not know that he was dead? He was a war hero, even though we had to leave his body behind as the enemies received reinforcements.

Corey must have noticed my distress because he came to my side and held me so gently that I almost saw the old him again. Only to shatter my world even further. "Almost no one outside the lower classes knows about the war.“

It should be impossible, but the way Corey said it, I knew it wasn't a lie. But how could this happen? My men bled and died for this, and our people don't even know about it? While raging inside about this, I suddenly fall limp. Another realization hit me like a mountain. Were all these people just cannon fodder? No, no, that can't be; my grandfather wouldn't do that! Or was it an attempt to get rid of me? Why else was I the only high-ranking noble on the battlefields? My hands fly over my mouth, unable to hide my shock any longer.

“Corey?” I ask breathlessly.

"I think so too," he replies as if he can read my mind. "I only know about it because I eavesdropped on a conversation between your grandfather and my father. But there was nothing I could do to help you." There are tears in his eyes. Seeing them, I freeze in that moment. Just a second later, he starts crying. "And when I saw you at Red Fountain without hearing a word from you for years, I just couldn't stand it; I was so angry!"

"I send letters twice a week," I interrupt quickly. This silences Corey, although it doesn't stop his tears. "I actually wrote you and your stupid brother two letters a week."

We both know they were intercepted without either of us having to say it. And I thought my family couldn't sink any lower. Shaking my head, I grab his arm, ready to confront my best friend with this new information. If anyone can figure out who is to blame, it's him, with his endless network of acquaintances.

[Masterlist]

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rosalind-hawkins · 6 days ago

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WIP game of birds

🐧🦃🦅

For THIS ask game, still taking asks! Drop some birds in my ask box, y'all!

I'm picking from bits from the future of the Scaleverse AU, some lovely Puppyshipping for you to enjoy!

🐧 a funny quote (silly! laughs! jokes! puns!)

I swear I do write humor sometimes... *digs around in a very full bin of WIPs*

~~~~~

“Maybe you should learn to control–”

“Sorry, Pesagus,” Seto said, but he sounded anything but. His tone was pleased, satisfied, almost triumphant as his lips twitched into a smirk. “Dragons don't like taking orders.”

🦅 an angsty quote (something PAINFUL!! ouch ouch ouch!)

I had such a hard time picking just one!!!

~~~~~

Roland and Seto sat side by side on the edge of the bathtub as they waited. The tiny dose of morphine had stilled his shaking, but he was still struggling against his panic. Their joined hands rested on the younger’s thigh as he struggled to take deep breaths.

Blue eyes fixed to a point on the floor as he failed to stop his mind from racing through the consequences.

“This shouldn't have happened,” Seto murmured, his shallow breathing becoming rapid once more. “It's not fair.”

Roland's shoulders stiffened. Seto had endured much since Roland met him, and even more in his whole life, but the prodigy had never once spoken a word about the unfairness of his life. He increased the pressure of his thumb on the back of his employer's hand. Seto tried taking a deeper, slower breath.

🦃 a big, meaty quote (JUST A BIG OL PARAGRAPH YOU WANNA SHARE)

*rubs hands together gleefully*

~~~~~

They saw each other rarely enough that each time together felt desperate and frenzied. Joey tried to push for more time together, but Seto was paranoid. He didn’t want their relationship public, didn’t want anyone to even suspect that they were a couple. When Joey pointed out to him that Roland had probably figured it out by now, his response was surprisingly blaise.

“Of course he has. It's his job to know what's going on.”

Joey also learned, less surprisingly, that Gozaburo Kaiba was a complicated subject. After Kaiba’s insistent involvement with Joey’s own father, he began to suspect there was more to the story of his adoption than what he knew. The first time he tried asking how Seto felt about him, the answer he received was a complete shock.

“How do I feel?” Seto had arched an eyebrow at him, then flicked his gaze to an empty spot on the wall of his home office. The fading of the paint announced that a large frame used to occupy that space, and Joey had a guess what the picture might have been.

“I don't feel anything about him.” Blue eyes met red with cold confidence. “We saw each other as tools and treated each other accordingly.”

“You say that like it's simple.” Joey had leaned on his hand, trying to read his posture for a hint of the truth.

“It is that simple. I won. He's dead. There's nothing more to say.”

#answered asks #alectoperdita #puppyshipping #violetshipping #seto kaiba #joey wheeler #my writing #isono #scaleverse au #slight spoilers?#angst #gozaburo kaiba

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x-heesy · 4 months ago

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Swag a la Italy 🇮🇹

Hey

Mixer T, there

I jump on Italian rap like a trampoline

Brother, I've been at it for a while, you scream

She gets wet when I rhyme

To do it better I found the algorithm

The flow weighs one kilo

Like the Migos necklaces

I'll smoke you in one hit

You're a Chilum in the park, I ride it with the widest filter

Then I enter precisely, bro, archery on the sample

When I hear you you're like the wind if I'm turning it around

No, I don't feel like a deaf man sleeping

Bro, I win gold, platinum and silver

With her in the hotel, bro, more stars than Hokuto

I go, straight cash like Coccoluto

Her pussy is Newton's apple

I smoke it whole bro in a minute (wooo!)

We are artists

We seem happy but then we're sad (hey)

We write records (ha!)

These rappers go home then diss us (wooo!)

I have the black box, you a package (ha ha!)

I'm a goal in the final with the heel

With you it's like boxing with the bag

When I hear your music it comes down to me

I don't care if it sounds good or if it sells

We are us and we don't change anything

Emme!

I smoke from morning to night, bro

I'm having dinner with my girlfriend

Crazy panther kitten, bro

Guajira Guantanamera

I'm going up the stream

Brother, no, no, I don't have a dick, I have a propeller

His face white, hungry, anemic

Fievel landing in America

Sometimes, sometimes I inhale such a quantity that I pass out

I watch her ass go, they are so high that it seems like they are going up

You're on a pedal toilet

What a toilet, what a rate, with an ass that looks like a hexagon

Maybe it was better if you remained a bachelor

It's getting late, let's talk, I'm running bro!

I'll take a shot of ice cream, bro

Then I smile at you like a triceratops

Wanted flow machine gun, bro (hey)

Matrix change I'm regenerating it (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Die of envy, yes, you are triggered (seh)

Bad language, the beat is eviscerated

The feat is refined, the drink is mixed

What a fucking life, bro, I was a hermit! (em!)

At work, bro, I'm still a rapper

Even though I'm handsome, I'm an influencer

We are us and we don't change anything

Ouch, ouch, tremble when you hear Lebon on the mic (Lebon on the mic)

Alright, 24/7, all night (all night)

When do you make wheat? Tomorrow (yep)

I'm Jimmy Iovine bro (yep)

Without the styles where do you go? Goodbye

God gave me the flow, he said 'go (go, go, go)

I do not know how

You don't know what

You know it well

That you are not what

You can make foam

You're a soda girl

A slap on the head when you're posing (pshh)

Music is a drug (hey)

And I always have the best one

Moment, moment, moment

I rock anyway and the microphone is off

I sing and you can't hear the accent

And you don't hear the jungle until I turn it on

Well done, take the bulldozers against the blacks and the Vatussi

I swear I can't do it like you do (yeah)

I should sell envelopes at Russian weddings

And be in the red like the Tunes (wooo!)

Life as an artist is sad, especially if you live in Italy

How to get a flat earther pregnant and raise her kids in Australia

It's like a prison, they condemned you

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reashot · 1 year ago

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After a long wait. My promised long fic sequel to ice queendom is finally here. Also a bit of a disclaimer this technically takes place after my last fic. You don't have to read it to understand it but it will enhances the experience. And may explains something.

This is technically just a prologue and not even the entire prologue. But I will continue this story if it get over a 100 likes. This is also my first time writing a non-binary character and I have a great fun writing them.

Jaune’s Big Dick Adventure: Prologue.

“Call me Ishmael…” It kept telling me again and again.

Jaune can't see who said that. In fact he can't see anything at all. He found himself surrounded by darkness so thick he can't even see himself. He looks around but he still can't see anything but the sound calling out to him. Unable to see anything he decides to look for the source of the sound he kept hearing. Stumbling in the dark for what seems to be an eternity with only the sounds as his guide. Without an end in sight. Jaune starts getting frustrated and starts shouting in the dark. Hoping that the person could hear it. "Who is Ishmael?!" Jaune screamed to the voice in the darkness only to be met with a silent response.

Normally he would have given up by now but for some reason he keeps on moving. 'Too soon to give up.' He thought to himself. So the only thing he can do is to move forward. Even when he seemingly walks into an abyss. As Jaune walks he starts to feel that each step he takes starts to get harder and harder like he's walking in water, until finally he finds himself in the middle of an ocean. From here Jaune then suddenly went from walking in the dark to swimming in a large ocean. It's there he realizes This is the same dream again, a dream of him swimming in the ocean as he watches a whale swim towards him. A white whale, A giant whale, no, a whale to end all whales. He found himself drowning as he was struggling for air while the whale looked at him with their giant eyes, watching him as he drowned. In a dream this is where he should have woken up, but it felt too real for him, so he keeps on thrashing around in his bed unable to wake up from his dream. All the while the whale still keeps their sight on the drowning teenager.

"Call me Ishmael…" The whale said again to Jaune.

Jaune however can't answer the whale on the account that he's drowning.

"Call me Ishmael…" The whale repeats.

Jaune tries to struggle as hard as he can to prevent drowning in his dream. He trashes harder and harder in his bed causing him to fall from his bed. The impact causes him to be violently awakened from his sleep.

Waking up, Jaune found himself on the floor of his dorm. "Ouch" Jaune touched his head and noticed that there's a slight bump.

"Is it that dream again, Jaune?" Pyrrha asked Jaune after being awoken by him.

"More like a nightmare." He answered as he slowly rose up from the ground near his bed.

"This is the third time you have had them, Jaune *yawn.* Maybe you should seek help. Beacon after all has a state of the art counseling facility. Maybe they can help you with this problem?" Ren offers Jaune some advice after being woken up by him.

Nora however, despite the loud commotion, somehow still fast asleep snoring in the background.

"I'm okay Ren. It was just a nightmare. You don't have to worry about me. It's nothing, I swear." Jaune answers Ren while smiling at him.

"... If you say so, Jaune." Ren reluctantly agreed with Jaune, but deep down he knew it's much more serious than he let on. He doesn't know how, but he just knew it. Because that's just a feeling he gets from him.

"You know Jaune? Where I'm from. Sometimes dreams are prophecies for things yet to come." Pyrrha explains to Jaune.

"Prophecy?" Jaune now seems more confused about his current situation.

"Yeah, we call those types of people Oracle. And people usually seek their help in predicting the future to help with all sorts of problems in their life." Pyrrha tries to explain as best as she can to people outside her culture.

"Wow! That sounds great. I bet that could be a useful ability to have.” Jaune is fascinated after hearing that he might have the power of prophecy.

Pyrrha giggled a little after hearing Jaune. “Well just don’t let it get to your head. It is not unusual in a story for an Oracle to be killed for giving false prophecy or for misusing their power.” Pyrrha gives Jaune a cautionary advice.

Jaune then lets out a short sigh in response. "Of course there has to be some catch."

Pyrrha giggled again after hearing Jaune. "Well of course, my people love their tragedy and especially their irony in our story."

"That sounds kinda messed up Pyhr? Jaune said not trying to be disrespectful.

"Well that's true. But I guess I'm just kinda used to it." Pyrrha places her finger on her cheek. Contemplating what Jaune said.

Jaune laughed a little hearing Pyrrha's response.

"I hate to break up you two flirting. But we still need to meet our instructor tomorrow morning. Well it's more like we have a few hours before we meet with our instructor." Ren cuts into the conversation. "So if you want to go back to bed there's still time for it, Jaune." Ren continues.

Jaune looks up to see the time and sees that the time is around three in the morning. He slowly gets up from the floor to face Ren. "No need, I'll use the extra time for training. You guys are welcome to join." Jaune slowly changes into his training outfit.

"I'll go with you Jaune." Pyrrha also follows suit and changes into her training outfit. "How about you Ren. You want to join us?"

"I'll stay here. Someone needs to wait for Nora to wake up after all." Ren pointed towards the still sleeping Nora.

"Wow. How could she just sleep through all this?" Jaune is amazed by Nora's sleeping prowess.

Ren simply nodded at Jaune's remark and waved them goodbye, Exiting their room. They make sure to tread lightly so as not to wake up everyone still sleeping.

When they are finally out of their dorm Jaune and Pyrrha do a light run around the academy as some form of a "pre-exercise" for Jaune. Pyrrha actually tried to give Jaune a regular and easier exercise course for him to follow. But Jaune insisted that he should have a more intense training course. At first Pyrrha was against it, seeing that Jaune was not used to such harsh training. But after seeing the determination in Jaune's eyes. Pyrrha eventually relented and gave him a training course similar to her. But Jaune must let Pyrrha oversee his training to make sure nothing bad happens to him. He accepted the condition without a second thought. Because he has to be stronger as quickly as he can. Because if the “Ice Queendom” incident taught him anything, it is that he is weak. Too weak to protect his friends, too weak to even be useful to them. The only times he was being useful to team RWBY was in being used either as bloodhound to help search for stuff, as a distraction or just giving pep talk to Ruby.

In short he doesn't want to feel useless anymore. This is of course in contradiction to what really happened during the incident. In reality Jaune did more than he realizes. His help during the incident was instrumental to help rescuing Weiss, but he doesn't see it like that. Jaune only sees himself as a burden to his own friends and teammates. Because of that he will make sure to never feel that way again.

And so he ran and ran as fast as his feet could get him. From his feeling of inferiority and ineptitude. But then he soon realizes that feelings can quickly catch up to him just as fast, as he tries to outrun them. While Jaune ran alongside Pyrrha. She can see that Jaune is having a hard time keeping up with her. "Jaune, do you need to slow down?" Pyrrha said to him.

"W-what, no! I'm fine, don't worry about me Pyrrha. *wheeze* J-just keep *wheeze* keep running in front of me." Jaune said with bated breaths.

Pyrrha of course notices that Jaune is having trouble breathing and decides to slow down for his sake. But Jaune shakes his head at Pyrrha. Signaling to her to just leave him be and go on without him. Pyrrha however pretends not to see it and decides to run slowly beside him. "You don't have to push yourself so hard Jaune…" Pyrrha voiced her concern.

But this caused Jaune to react in opposite to what Pyrrha had intended and instead run even faster overtaking her. Jaune knows the look she gave him very well. It’s the same look his own family gave him when he said he wasn’t good enough to be a warrior. The same looks of pity he gets everytime he is told that he doesn't have what it takes.

And so he continues running as a way to prove to others and to himself that he can do it. However Jaune soon finds out that his body did not share his thoughts. His breathing starts becoming erratic and he soon finds himself gasping for air. "I-I can make it." Is what he said before he can feel the content of his stomach vacating from his mouth. *Hurl* Jaune silently thankful that he didn't eat any breakfast before he started running.

"There, there." Pyrrha patted and rubbed Jaune's back.

"I-I'm fine Pyrrha." Jaune lied to her again. *Hergh* and he vomited again.

"That's okay Jaune. Just let it all out." Pyrrha does her best to console Jaune and rub his back to help him get all of his vomit out.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this… *hurgh* Jaune said to her before he returned back to emptying the content of his stomach.

Pyrrha answered by merely shaking her head. " It's okay Jaune. The point of an exercise is to find out where one limit lies. And now that we found yours, we can now work on pushing past your limit.

"I must have looked very pathetic to you right now." *hergh* Jaune is still not done puking out his innard.

"On the contrary. I think you look incredible to me right now." Pyrrha beamed towards Jaune.

"Huh?" His confusion after hearing Pyrrha's statement made him temporarily stop regurgitating his inside.

"To me Jaune. The sight of you puking on the ground after trying your very best is the part I like the most." Pyrrha's answer only serves to confuse him even further.

"That’s a rather unique way of looking at things.” Jaune sarcastically replied to Pyhrra.

“It’s the truth Jaune. It’s up to you if you don’t believe me.” She simply smiled at him.

'What kind of question is that?' Jaune said to himself. Of course he believes her. Always. And it made him smile a little to hear her say that. If Jaune doesn’t trust himself then he will trust those that believe in him. “Pyrrha I want to. I want to try to run another lap again.” He said within bated breath.

Pyrrha is surprised by Jaune's enthusiasm but nonetheless she couldn't be happier after hearing him wanting to push himself even further. And she simply answered by running ahead of Jaune subtly signaling to him to follow her lead.

Having gotten his answer. Jaune instinctively follows her. To his surprise when he starts running this time it feels a little lighter and easier to move than before. I guess it's true that after you vomit it starts to get easier. With each step he takes it gets easier and easier. Until it starts getting better and better. This must be the runner-high he kept hearing about. If he knew how good this felt he would not have slack off all those years ago. He blamed his parents for not giving him the training and teaching him how to be a warrior in the first place. All of his sisters receive training except for him. Every member of the Arc family is a great warrior. He wonders why he's the only one not being trained. Could it be that his parents can see that he couldn't cut it, that he's too weak and not worth the effort to train him. If he can, he wants to ask his parents why they did what they did, but he can’t go back home anymore. At least not until he becomes a great Huntsman to show everyone in his family that they were wrong. Jaune will become a great warrior or die trying.

And of course right after he said that. He immediately slipped and fell face first on the concrete.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha screamed. Concerned about his condition.

"I-I'm fine…" Jaune answered Pyrrha while his face remained planted on the ground.

"Maybe we should stop running for now?" Pyrrha said to Jaune while still on the floor.

"Good idea." Jaune raises his thumb at Pyrrha.

Beacon Academy’s training ground.

When the sun finally starts to rise over Beacon Academy all the members of team JNPR can be seen together practicing with their respective weapons. Jaune with his sword.

“Eee Yah!” A strong downward slash by Jaune caused the air around him to reverberate. 'Not strong enough. Not good enough.' He said to himself with each slashes he made. Whether he's talking about his swordplay or himself is up to anyone's guess.

Pyrrha can also be seen practicing next to him. Improving her weapon transformation speed. '1.5 second… Not fast enough. I need to be faster.'

Ren practices his striking by hitting a wooden pole. '.......' Ren's mind is too focused to think about anything unnecessary. Although if one has to guess he is still upset that the fight with Blake during their last match ended with a draw with him losing consciousness in the end. Ren knew that Blake is not weak by any means. But he shouldn't lose the way he did. If he didn't choke in the end their team would have won. And still Ren likes to think he didn't let it get to him.

Nora on other hand practices by being Nora. "Nora Smash!" The ground broke and split in half by her weapon, the great hammer Magnhild.

All four of them have been practicing before dawn. With Pyrrha and Jaune practicing the longest.

Their training is overseen by their team instructor. A new program instituted by Beacon Academy by having Veteran Huntsman to teach them everything they need to know about being a Huntsman. Right now the new program only applied to those that passed their initiations, the so-called "Backliners." Or people who managed to get the chess pieces and received their team names. Those that failed to get it are still able to enroll in the academy albeit in the general-education department or so called "Pawns." While they can still receive Huntsman training and can call themselves Huntsman after graduation they are not the main focus of the Academy. That privilege is reserved for those that passed the test. Such as team JNPR. And right now their training is overseen by Shion Zaiden, a veteran Huntsman specializing in Nightmare Grimms. A special kind of Grimm that can enter people's dreams to eat the person's Aura. And it is to be noted that they met before. During the Ice Queendom incident. Shion used their ability to help both Jaune and Weiss from their predicament. Right now they are looking at the team they are supposed to be in charge of.

"I've seen enough. All right, form a single line everyone." Shion clapped their hands together to bring the team's attention.

Team JNPR did as they were told and formed a line.

"I don't like to go on a long winded speech so let's keep it short, okay.

Nora, you rely too much on your strength. You're maybe the strongest in terms of physical strength on your team but I want you to realize your strength can only carry you so far. Not every Grimm can be defeated by brute strength alone and certainly not every opponent."

"Yes, instructor!" Nora shouts.

"Ren there's nothing wrong with what you're doing right now. Your fundamentals are strong and so does your strike. But what you truly lack is stamina. I suggest you follow Jaune and Pyhrra in their morning jog to increase your stamina."

"Yes, Instructor…" Finding no fault in Instructor Zaiden's words. Ren can only quietly answer with a yes.

"Pyrrha. I can find no fault with what you're doing. But if I want to chose one that will be you take too much of the burden on yourself. You need to share some of your burden with your teammates, that's what they are for. I can't recommend anything other than team building exercise. For now just try hanging out with your friends and find something to do together."

"Yes, Instructor Zaiden!" Pyrrha doesn't understand what Shion meant by that. Usually if someone said she is not good enough. That means she needed more training. But this is the first time someone is telling her to hang out with her friends.

"And Jaune."

"Y-yes!!!" Jaune prematurely shouts.

"I haven't said anything yet."

"Y-yes o-of course. Instructor!" Jaune shouts again earning him the laughter from his fellow teammates.

Shion joins in on the laugh too. "Ha, ha, ha, you don't have to be so tense Jaune." Shion wanted to continue but then they remembered something. 'The special case, huh?' In truth Shion has already been informed everything about Jaune. About how he falsified his document to enter Beacon, his lack of common sense in regards to hunting Grimms, about how he never unlocked his Aura before joining and most shockingly is when he did unlock his Aura the first time he managed to stop a Death Stalker in its tracks. Something doesn't add up. He fought like a complete amateur. That part is clear, but his strength and how the Nightmare only attached itself to those with strong Aura. If Jaune received the necessary training beforehands he would have been an exceptional Huntsman. Shion racked their minds as to why his parents never trained him. But decided against it the last thing they need is to meddle in family affairs. They could perhaps ask about it in the next PTA meeting. Yes, maybe they should ask his parents about it in the future. For now at least, they should focus their attention on team JNPR.

"Hmm… Pyrrha, please continue your training with Jaune." Shion gave their best suggestion. As best as they can anyway. What Jaune lacks first and foremost is the fundamentals of being a Huntsman. Although they can teach him about it. Shion decided to let Pyrrha teach him instead.

"Yes, instructor Zaiden!" Pyrrha's shout seems happy after hearing she can continue training Jaune.

"All right Team, I have an announcement to make. Our team will be going on a trip." Shion tells their team.

Nora raised her hand. "Ooh, where are we going to go? I hope it's someplace with a beach. I want to show everyone my bikini bod."

Shion giggled at Nora for almost guessing it right. "Well, you're close, but we're not going to the beach. We're going to the ocean so you are half correct."

Jaune is shocked after hearing that they're going to the ocean. "T-the Ocean?"

"Yes the ocean, is there something wrong Jaune?" Shion noticed that Jaune was hiding something.

"N-no! There's nothing wrong. Instructor." Jaune hurriedly replied back.

"Actually instructor Zaiden, there's something you need to know. Jaune is having a recurring nightmare about him drowning in an ocean." Pyrrha however decides to interject herself on Jaune's behalf.

"Is it true Jaune?" Shion asked while they stared at him.

"I-it's true instructor. I've been having the same dream where I saw myself drowning over and over again." Jaune is clearly uncomfortable remembering the experience he just had.

"We thought seeing that you're the dream expert and all. Maybe you can tell us anything about Jaune's dream?" Pyrrha is clearly concerned about her leader and friend Jaune.

"Wait, how come it is the first time I heard about this? Nora after hearing about Jaune's nightmare.

"That's because you were asleep the whole time." Ren bluntly told her.

"What! Then you should have woken me up when it did." Nora protests.

"We tried Nora, but you kept on sleeping." Pyrrha explains to Nora.

"It's actually quite incredible how you managed to stay asleep with all the noises." Jaune is actually impressed.

"Hey! At least I don't wet my bed like you, Jaune."

"I didn't wet my bed!!!" Jaune loudly denied.

"Didn't you just say that you're drowning in your dream? That is usually a code word for wetting your bed." Nora smugly told Jaune off.

"I never said I wet my bed!" Jaune continues to deny.

"Hey, whatever you say Bed-wetter." Nora smiles as she imagines her team leader wetting the bed.

"Nora. Jaune didn't wet his bed. Because I would know about it if he did. Although his bed is wet from all the sweat." Pyrrha trying her best to explain to Nora. But this just had the opposite effect.

Nora snorted after hearing from Pyrrha. "Hah! That's what all Bed-wetters say." She then proceeded to laugh even harder.

Ren placed his hand over his face. No doubt frustrated with his partner's antics. While Jaune and Pyrrha just silently sighed in defeat.

*cough* Shion clears their throat. "Bed wetting aside. Jaune. Can you tell me in detail the dream you had?"

"I didn't wet my bed!" Jaune shouted in protest at the insinuation that he urinated on his own bed.

"Oh, of course. I know that you didn't wet your bed." Their pitying gaze they gave to Jaune said otherwise. In their eyes. He might as well wet his bed.

"I don't know how to explain it. Because even I have problems remembering it. I mean there's a.." Before Jaune can say anything however. He noticed that someone else was entering the training ground.

"Ah! There's already people here. Didn't Uncle say he already reserved this place for us?

All of them turned their attention towards the source of the voice. "Ruby?" Jaune called out the name of the person. Just like Team JNPR. Team RWBY is already in their training clothes.

"Jaune? Oh hey Jaune, hey Pyrrha, hey Nora, hey Ren!" The cute chipper sounding sound belongs to his friend and fellow team leader, Ruby Rose.

" Hmph! I gotta say I don't expect team JNPR to be here this early too." Beside her is a white haired girl and Heiress to the Schnee's Dust Company. Weiss Schnee.

"Hey everyone… *yawn* Why do we have to wake up this early in the morning anyway?" The one that's currently yawning is Blake. She's a faunus but she's currently keeping the fact that she's a Faunus a secret to everyone outside of their teams.

"Hey the gangs are all here." The loud buxom blonde besides Blake is Yang. Ruby's older half-sister and team RWBY's main brawler.

Hey Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang." Jaune answered back.

And Pyrrha and Ren greet their sister team more or less in the same way. Except for Nora.

"Oh great, here comes the main characters…" She said in a low voice that none of them could hear it. At this time no one knows how much this will become a problem in the future.

"Good morning to you too. instructor Zaiden." Ruby politely greets Shion.

“And good morning to you too. Ms. Rose.” Shion tipped their hat to the little red reaper.

“Instructor Zaiden!..." Weiss shouted the moment she realized she saw them. "I want to say, t-thank you again for saving me…" She is clearly not used to saying thanks to someone.

"You don't have to thank me, Weiss. It's my job as a Huntsman after all. And it's not me you should be thanking, it's your friends who risked their life in order to save you. You are very lucky Weiss and I do mean it." Shion explains.

"T-T-thank you. And you're right I guess I am lucky to have such great friends." Weiss shying away.

Seeing Weiss being uncharacteristically cute. Yang took this as an opportunity to sneak up on her. "That's right Weiss, baby! You finally admit that we're great friends! Best even… Dare I say BFF!" Yang said while she tightly hugged her from behind.

Weiss felt crushed by Yang. Tried to speak out in protest. "L-let me go you huge boob!"

"Sorry I can't hear you." Yang smiled even while the bear-hug she gave to Weiss slowly crushed Weiss's ribs.

Ruby after seeing the sight of her sister crushing her partner. Caused her to burst into laughter. While Blake didn't laugh as hard as Ruby did. She still chuckles a little.

"Hey~ what are you girls laughing about? Did I miss something?" Said a middle-aged man with a flask in one of his hands and judging by his breath it likely contained alcohol.

"Unca Qrow!" Ruby greeted the old man.

"Hey Uncle, nice to finally see you wake up in the morning for once." Yang said.

"Instructor Branwen. Are you drinking before noon?" Blake's nose no doubt picked up the scent of alcohol before he even arrived. But to her strong Faunus's nose he might as well be a walking distillery.

"Oh great! Just our luck that our instructor is a drunkard? Is it possible to do a trade with Team JNPR?" Weiss asks while still being hugged by Yang from behind.

"I'm flattered, Weiss, but Qrow Branwen is a better Huntsman than I could ever hope to be." Shion was humbled by Weiss's statement.

"Ouch, ice princess. At least your sister treats me way nicer than you." Qrow ended his statement by taking a swig from his flask.

Weiss's eyes lit up at the mention of his sister. "Wait, why do you know about my sister?"

Qrow took another swig. “Well… Wouldn’t you like to know?” Qrow’s obvious attempt to tease her did not go unnoticed by Weiss.

Seeing his shit-eating grin, almost made her about to lose her patience. And If she ever figured out that Qrow and her sister are friends or worse! She doesn’t care if he is Ruby’s uncle. Weiss will introduce him to Myrtenaster’s business end.

Meanwhile, Jaune can't believe this. They're supposed to talk about the dream he keeps having. But the moment team RWBY enters the picture they steal all the attention away from him. Jaune knew this feeling quite well. As the only boy among all his other siblings. He never gets as much attention and with him being not as strong as his sisters caused him not to get much attention.

"So anyway, how can we help team RWBY?" Shion asked all of them. Completely forgetting about Jaune's problem.

Ruby then quickly answered. "I'm sorry, instructor Zaiden. It's not like we're trying to steal your team training spot. It's just that we thought we already made a reservation beforehand."

"Uncle Qrow supposed to anyway." Yang added.

"I don't like to judge people based on their outward appearance. But I don't think Instructor Branwen can be considered reliable." Blake pinched her nose. Trying not to gag from the overwhelming smell of alcohol coming from him.

Qrow, hearing the accusation, starts to defend himself. “Hey, I resent that!. I'm pretty reliable in most situations… Just not on waking up on time.`` He finished by taking another swig.

Finally free from Yang’s grasp. Weiss now is also free to give her opinion. “Simply put we need someplace for us to do our morning combat training. But thanks to our no good instructor. We don’t have any.”

“Well that is serious, You sure there’s no other opening around?” Shion said while rubbing their chin.

“I’m afraid not, Instructor Zaiden especially when we’re this close to the Vytal festival. All the other places are booked, even places outside the school." Blake explains.

"But isn't the Vytal Festival supposed to still be some time away?" Jaune asks. He might be ignorant on almost everything Huntsman related. But even he knew about the Vytal Festival. And their significance.

A battle Festival that happens once every two years. To commemorate the peace between the four kingdoms. And this time the kingdom of Vale will be the host of the festival. So there's almost a home team pride to be found going around inside the kingdom.

Yang answered. "That may be true for the public Jaune, but for us Huntsmen, especially those who want to prove themselves against a worthy foe. The Vytal Festival is the perfect venue to do so. Or in my case the perfect excuse to let loose once in a while." She puffed out her chest.

Qrow smiled before he added something to the conversation. Like he was waiting for this moment to explain a part of the Vytal Festival. "And not to mention there's an estimate of Hundreds of millions of Liens changing hands during the Festivals. So it's not just for the fight the people will be interested in."

Nora's eyes widen when Qrow tells them how much Lien is involved. "Hundred Millions!!! How many Pancakes can I buy with that?!!"

"I assume a lot…" Ren answered Nora with his eyes closed.

"That is indeed a lot of money." Blake placed her finger on her chin. Contemplating to herself with how much money that is.

"And all the weapon parts I can buy with that." Ruby's mind went towards buying new weapon parts for Crescent Rose. Or dare she dream. For a new weapon entirely.

"Yep, one can make a pretty Lien just by betting on one of the fights. So Ruby, make sure you win. Because I'm going to have a lot riding on you." Qrow's motivation has been made clear.

"I hate to tell you about this Qrow, but gambling is not exactly permitted for members of the faculty." Shion explains.

"Well, like I always said, it's only illegal if you get caught. And you won't tell anyone about this won't you Shion?" He points his finger, with the same hand he holds his flask towards Shion.

"Of course I'm not going to tell anyone, least of all Ozpin. We go way back after all. But please keep the gambling to a minimum. I don't want another repeat of Vacuo." They explained to Qrow hoping he would listen.

"Well just for you I try not to bet too much. But no promise though. Especially if there's a good chance of me winning." It's not what Shion wanted but at least Qrow will try to hold back.

Although Shion hearing the parts of him winning is still strange considering his Semblance. But I guess that's probably a figure of speech.

“It’s nice to see you again Qrow.” Shion smiled as they said that.

Qrow, not used to someone being nice to him, quickly deflected by changing the topic. “And this must be the team you’ve been saddled with?”

“Yes team JNPR. I would like you to meet Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha and Ren.” Shion shows their team to Qrow.

"Tai?" Qrow can't believe his eyes after seeing Jaune. The blonde teenager looks like the spitting image of his best friend Tai when he was younger.

"Tai? Who's Tai? I'm Jaune." Jaune corrected Qrow.

Qrow sighed. "This is what I get for drinking in the morning." Qrow places the cap back on his flask and twists it close.

"Tai is my dad…" Ruby answered Jaune.

"Oh, I never knew that? Why didn't you tell me that I look like your Dad?" Jaune asks Ruby.

"You don't look like my dad! There may be some similarities but you're you. And to tell you the truth you're actually much handsomer than my dad…" Ruby hides her face from Jaune after she explains it to him and hoping to the gods he didn't hear what she just said about him.

"Jeez Ruby, you don't have to shout at me. I was just asking. But now I kinda want to meet your dad." Jaune beaming. It is as if the depressing feeling he had earlier was never there in the first place. His bright smile caught everyone around him off guard but most notably the two girls.

'Not fair, Jaune. You know I’m weak to your smile.’ No, he did not know about it. This is just something Pyrrha made up herself. She took in Jaune's smile like what a plant does with the sun.

Ruby however responds quite differently. She averted her gaze immediately after she saw Jaune’s smile. She hides her face from everyone. But especially from Jaune. She didn’t know why she did that. Jaune is her friend after all. She has nothing to be ashamed of. But when she saw his smile her heart started beating louder. She can’t understand why. Ever since the Ice Queendom incident. Ruby has been seeing Jaune in a different light. She still sees him as the same lovable dork. But now there's something else about him that she can't quite put into words. But it's something that Qrow can pick up.

'Seriously Rubes. With him?' Qrow may be a drunken degenerate that on occasion gamble away his hard earned Lien. But he still can tell something is going on with his niece. 'He's definitely Tai alright.' His similarity to his friend is uncanny. If he can single out one key difference is that the boy in front of him looks dumber than Tai. Curious of the boy, he then decides to hit two birds with one stone.

"Hey Shion, I have a proposition for you. Would you like to listen?" Qrow proposes to Shion.

Shion noticed Qrow's grin. And realizes probably nothing good will come of it. But against their better judgement, they decided to listen to him anyway. "Okay, I'll bite, what are you suggesting?"

"Considering that we both needed this training ground, how about we decide to share it?" Qrow explains.

Shion is slightly taken aback after hearing his modest suggestion. “I-I seriously didn’t expect that you would be rather rational with this?”

Qrow however is pissed at Shion. And spat at his direction.“What do you take me for a thug, or something?”

“Well you do look the part Uncle Qrow. I was afraid that you would simply beat up team JNPR just to let us have access to the training field.” Yang bluntly stated.

“And in case you do, we will not accept it. We will not support bullying other people, especially our friends!” Ruby shouted her indignation.

“You know we would not be forced to… *yawn* share with team JNPR if someone did not forget to make a reservation for the field in the first place…” Blake made a not so subtle accusation towards their team instructor.

“I saw we should let him beat up team JNPR. That way we will have the perfect excuse to dump Ruby’s uncle. Sorry team JNPR but you have to take one for our team.” Weiss said half-jokingly.

“You darn brats. Weiss and Blake I can understand but my own nieces… Am I really that untrustworthy?” Qrow retorted back not realizing that he just set himself up.

“Yes!” Everyone in the field said in perfect unison.

“I really played myself there didn’t I?” Qrow said as he deflated himself in front of everyone.

“Well, if you cut down on your drinking maybe you will not be hated as much." Shion gleefully explained.

"I'll take note, so Shion, what do you think about letting team RWBY join your team for exercise?" Qrow asked.

"Of course you can. What are friends for." Shion extends one of their hands to greet Qrow.

Qrow reached out his hand to shake Shion's to greet them back. "Thanks. And by the way, Shion. If it's not too much to ask. Can I ask to have a one-on-one match with one of our ward?" And there it is…

Shion feared that something like this would come up. "You want to have a one-on-one match?"

"Yes, I want to see how much my Ruby will fare against your Jaune." He said to Shion.

"Me fighting Jaune?!" Ruby is shocked by Qrow's statement.

"I'm sorry Qrow, but I don't think it's a good idea." Shion answered.

Ruby breathes a sigh of relief knowing she doesn't have to hurt Jaune. But unfortunately for her fate has decided otherwise. "I want to fight Ruby!!!" Jaune screamed from the top of his lungs.

Everyone's attention is now focused on the blonde haired boy. Pyrrha the red-haired amazoness quickly grabbed one of Jaune's arms to drag him away so she could have a few words with him. "Jaune, what are you thinking? You know you can't beat Ruby!"

Jaune replied. "I-I want to test my strength against her."

Pyrrha shakes her head. "There are other ways to test your strength that don't involve you getting hurt." She said with a concerned look on her face.

Jaune bit his tongue, steeling himself for what he's about to say. "I want to fight her to see that I'm strong enough. I don't want to just be protected. I need to stand on my own two feets. I want to stand beside everyone with my head held high. And most importantly I want to make you proud of me, Pyrrha…"

Pyrrha is taken aback after hearing what Jaune has to say. Of course it's not that hard to believe after all. He's been different lately. More driven. It's like what happened with Weiss changed something within him. She didn't know what caused it at first. That is until he finally told her the reason why. She felt a sense of pride in the boy he trained. She wants to stop him before he gets hurt of course but somehow she can't find it in her to do so. Jaune simply wants to be stronger and Jaune doesn't want to be left behind by his teammates.

"Jaune… You have nothing to prove to anyone. You're already strong." Pyrrha gives him a hug.

"T-thank you Pyrrha, but I still need to do this…" Jaune softly answered. Clearly starting to feel unsure about his decision to face Ruby.

"I know that Jaune. I will not try to stop you. But please, Jaune, try not to let your face get hurt again, okay?" Pyrrha playfully boops Jaune's nose.

Jaune blushed remembering the time he hit his face on the pavement. "T-that's just that one time." He then walks away from Pyrrha while hiding his shame.

Pyrrha giggled seeing his Jaune acting like a kid. Across the training field Ruby has issues with fighting against Jaune. But in her case it's more like she's afraid of hurting him than the other way around.

"What were you thinking, Uncle! Do you have any idea what you did?" Ruby berated her uncle in front of her own team.

"No. But I have a feeling you will tell me anyway." Qrow lets Ruby explain it to him.

"I can't fight Jaune!" Ruby shouted.

"It's just a practice match, Ruby. What do you mean you can't fight him?" Qrow asking Ruby for the why. But in truth he had a guess as to the why. 'Does Ruby have a crush on him. Is that the reason why she can't fight the brat?' He ponders.

Ruby squirmed trying very hard to evade answering the question.

"It's not that Uncle. Ruby has a hard time controlling her power when battling him." Yang steps in to explain it for her sister.

"Explain what you mean by that, Yang." Qrow ordered his blonde nephew.

"I don't know how to politely explain it… But Jaune is kinda weak. And a fight between them often ended with Jaune being hurt badly." Yang bluntly stated.

"Yang! How could you tell him that!?" Ruby screamed at her own sister.

"I don't know how weak this Jaune brat is but that's to be expected especially against Ruby after all." Qrow feeling a sense of pride after saying that. After all he had a hand in making Ruby strong in the first place.

"N-no it's not like that. When I said weak, I meant weak, weak. Like he can't even hold his Aura shield properly." Yang further explains.

Qrow's eyes widened after hearing that. "What do you mean he can't hold his Aura shield? That's second nature for Huntsman. He should learn how to hold a shield before he comes here."

This time it's Weiss's turn to explain. Her arms are in a crossed position."That's the thing, instructor. We have to teach him… Well it's mostly Pyrrha though. We have to teach him a lot of the basics." She points out.

"Oh yeah… we did. It's. Kinda weird when you think about it. But it is still kinda odd we have to teach him something we already & he should know about." Yang just now realizes that the situation with Jaune was not normal.

A loud yawning sound cuts into their conversation. " Yawn…. Which we don't mind doing, by the way. We see it as helping a friend. And it also helps us to review what we already learned." Blake said as she's trying her best to stay awake.

Slipping in and out of consciousness Blake starts to wobble around where she stands until she can't stand anymore and starts to lose her balance and starts to fall. Luckily though Yang managed to catch her before she does. "Whoops, Caught you babe. You gotta be careful. Wouldn't want that pretty face of your hurt now, do we?" Yang said while holding Blake in her arms.

The cat faunus slightly averted her gaze from her blonde haired girlfriend. The black cat simply smiles back at her with eyes half-closed and with Yang returning her smile. After the event of Ice Queendom the two have been close. So much in fact that the two are now a couple.

"Okay, lovebirds. Wait until we return back to the dorm room to flirt all you want." Weiss commented on the two.

"Hater. Homophobe!" Yang playfully tease the white heiress.

Weiss responds by just shrugging. Qrow having had enough with the conversation going off topic decides to forcefully steer the conversation back. "Okay congrats on being a couple you two. But can we go back to the blonde bra-I mean Jaune?"

Yang turned her gaze back towards Qrow. "Well there's not much else to tell really other than that. We know he's not as strong compared to us."

“That still tells me nothing about the boy.” Qrow loudly sighed so everyone could hear him. "Anyway Ruby, please go and fight Jaune." He asked her again.

"I said I won't do it!" Ruby vehemently said. Qrow looks at her and sees that she is being serious for once.

Qrow didn't expect this from Ruby. Especially knowing that she usually jumps at a chance in having a battle with anyone. "I won't repeat myself again, Rubes."

"I said no!" She stares back at him as if she would rather fight against her own uncle than her friend Jaune.

Qrow is genuinely surprised by Ruby's reaction. She's never been this confrontational before with him. Under normal circumstances he would have been proud of her. Imagine his favorite niece being rebellious just like Yang… On second thought, it's probably best that she doesn't. In response he walks up to Ruby in a menacing fashion. Looking down on her like she is no longer his niece. In an instance he is no longer the fun uncle Qrow. He is now Qrow the Huntsman. "Ruby…" He said with a coldness that Ruby never felt before.

'Uncle Qrow?' Ruby looks up to him and when she does. She wishes she had never done so. She had never seen him like this before. Qrow being mad that is. His eyes feel like he could kill someone with it and his stare burning whatever that is left. She never knew her uncle could be so scary. But then again, did she ever know him that well to begin with. Half the time she only seen him drunk and the other half cracking jokes while drunk.

He then continues to speak. "If you don't fight him. I will… And I will not hold back." In contrast to his rather frightening appearance, his voice seems rather cold and emotionless.

"W-what!" Ruby is honestly at a loss for word after hearing him.

"So… What's it going to be?" His tone goes from cold to threatening.

Ruby is stuck between a proverbial rock and a hard place. If she fight Jaune. She will no doubt hurt him badly and she will never forgive himself for it. But if she didn't fight him. Then her uncle will fight Jaune and he will no doubt do to him far worse than she can ever do to him. But at least she will not have to bear the guilt of hurting her best friend.

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