#Ba Man Bash

[velvetlilacsdaisies]

Shit at Feelings i

Part one

Pairing: Bodhi Durran x fem!marked one!reader

Synopsis: Bonding with dragons? No issue. Killing venin? Unfortunate, but doable. Confronting your feelings towards your childhood best friend? No thanks.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: SPOILERS!!, drinking, swearing, filler dialogue, not proofread v well. lmk if I missed anything

A/n: my first Emperyeon series fic!! Was supposed to be just a one part fic, but I got carried away. I also just wanted to write a self indulgent piece w dialogue amongst the group too 🥲 this is my first time in a while posting but I fr love Bodhi sm I needed to have something w him in it. I hope you enjoy!

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You survived your first year, you defied the odds of what everyone else said about you. Not only defying those odds, but being one of the best in your year. Maybe Imogen and Xaden had played a crucial part, but most of the marked ones were surprised. You had been more quiet and reserved out of the group of kids for the high ranked officials, but that didn’t mean you were weak. You had proved that while being ruthless and cunning in your training. Your parents were Fen Riorson’s top battle strategist and healer after all.

In the gathering hall, everyone celebrated moving into their new ranks. While simultaneously saying goodbye to the third years they’ve grown to know. You were indulging in the alcoholic lemonade, and your fellow fourth wing with more than a few words tonight. You sat on the left side of Violet while Imogen sat on the right. Nadine and Sawyer next to Rhiannon across from you bickering playfully about something. You savoring your newfound will to live after the events at Resson.

The hall was sweltering in the summer evening heat, no amount of lesser magic had helped. Neither did the warmth you could feel from Ridoc beside you. Taking your jacket off, only being left in your tank top underneath.

“Damn Y/n,” whistled Ridoc. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your relics yet.” Everyone’s eyes went to you, and usually you would’ve been intimidated by all eyes on you. Tonight it didn’t faze you that much. Even noting the softened gaze in Nadine’s eyes, who had been skeptical of the kids of the rebellion at the beginning of the year.

Both sides of your collarbones are covered in intricate designs extending to shoulders making their way down to your biceps on both arms. You never tried to hide the relics, but you never took your jacket off or opted for a long sleeve, higher collared shirt when training in lessons.

You rolled your eyes at the male’s cheekiness and everyone gawking besides the few who knew what already laid beneath your jacket. “It’s not something I necessarily flaunt.”

“Obviously or we wouldn’t all be shocked here.” Sawyer snorted, sipping on his beverage.

“It’s so badass though.” Violet acted as if she hadn’t only seen it days prior.

“I had been fortunate in the placements of them. Since both of my parents were a part of Riorson’s regime.” You tried not to be bashful about it.

“Where’s your dragon relic?” Ridoc blurted as he looked at the design on your shoulders.

“Sheesh,” Rihannon reached over, flicking his ear. “You’re staring like you’ve never seen any relics before.”

Before you could give a response, something caught the youngest Sorrengail’s eye causing her to get up. “I’ll be back.” Violet stood up from the table, wobbling tipsily to the corner where you saw Xaden and Bodhi. The latter descended, seeing the silver haired girl approach them, offering a curt nod when they passed one another.

You gulped at how good Bodhi looked in his new third year jacket, even when it bore no difference to his second year uniform. You were just a sucker for Bodhi in a uniform admittedly. The mage lights illuminating his dark curls to a chocolate hue that tempted you to run your fingers through his hair.

Despite being close with Xaden, Imogen, and even Garrick—you kept your distance from the younger man for a year before he left for Basigath. When you were kids, you two had been close friends, maybe even inseparable. But when a rebellion happens, and you have increasingly become aware of how much your affection for him went so much deeper than being his friend—things become complicated.

When you were around him now it was the only time you felt truly timid. You could conquer the parapet, gauntlet, bond a dragon, kill venin and wyvern, but that man was your weakness. He had narrowly saved you and your dragon from a wyvern attack while back in Resson.

His cheek still dusted with a greenish yellow bruise, and jaw gashed with a healing cut. Unashamedly you thought it made him look so much more lethally handsome than he was. Gods you were resorting to a bumbling nervous lovesick puppy.

“Human women and their finicky hormones and emotions.” Your dragon, Cleasaí, chortled through your bond.

“Quiet, go eat sheep or something.” You slammed your mental shields up from her to the best of your ability while intoxicated.

Bodhi reached the table, already looking at you. His hazel eyes shimmered with curiosity as he scanned your exposed arms and collarbones. Either not used to lack of sleeves or was it the fact you unabashedly stared back for once. His mouth curled into a lazy smirk. You hoped he didn’t notice your already flushed warm cheeks redden under the mage lights, feeling a ghost of smirk on your own lips. The lavender lemonade made you feel bolder evidently as well.

“Mind if I squeeze in?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked on yours stil.

“I can move over—“ Imogen started moving closer to you, but he had already stepped over the bench to take a seat in between the two of you. “Or not.” She deadpanned. She had been one of the only ones that knew the complicated timeline between the two of you.

Your heart skipped a split second from the stare down between the both of you. Now feeling acutely aware of your posture and the swarm of what you could only compare to bees buzzing around in your stomach.

“Y/n,” he greeted casually, his voice a warm husky tone.

“Bodhi.” You tried to play cool, and take a sip of your frothy drink. Not only did you know he was looking at you, you could see Imogen in your peripheral, giving you a “what-the-fuck” look at the interaction. Ignoring the pink haired girl, you spoke up again. “Feel like a third year yet?”

“Eh, it won’t hit me until the new candidates get here.” He finally took his eyes off you as Ridoc offered him a bottle of ale. “Thanks man.” Bodhi’s side pressed up to you when leaned over to take the bottle.

His warmth doubled down into you, igniting the exposed skin where he pressed into you. Feeling his minty breath fan the side of your face, and the smell of cedar, patchouli, and musk invade your senses. You could feel his hard muscle flex through the layers of his clothing against your bicep. The storm that buzzed through your stomach turned into heat seeping into your core. Lovesick puppy or just desperate for male touch?

“I know I will be taking every advantage as a second year,” Nadine chimed in. “Finally being able to sleep in is priority number one!” She did a little celebratory dance in her seat. You snapped out the trance Bodhi left you in, and agreed with her.

“I’ll be savoring our newfound alone time too.” An extra hour in the morning, and weekends to actually do something more than chores or training. Maybe you can finally break out the sketch book that someone smuggled in for you during a supplies trip. You only found it on your bed with no note.

“Define alone time, Y/n.” Rihannon wagged her eyebrows at you. The group chuckled at the suggestive comment.

“Or will you use your newfound freedom to bring someone into your room finally?” Ridoc added, causing the group to laugh louder. If you weren’t red enough already, you had to be beet red now.

“What makes you think I haven’t already?” An inquisitive eyebrow raised at the shorter male from beside you. ‘Oohs’ rise from the group.

“Did you want to be number one, Ridoc?” Quinn giggled.

You felt both the male in question and Bodhi tense. The former blushing a deep scarlet in embarrassment and the latter wearing a neutral expression you couldn’t decipher.

“Sounds like you’re keeping watch of me.” You teased playfully. The flushed male who usually was never at loss for words was now stammering trying to deny it. “It’s okay, maybe one day I’ll take your consideration if I’m ever bored enough.”

“Not what I meant.” Ridoc put his hands over his face groaning. You finally let out a laugh from his reaction, you couldn’t help getting the slight joy of teasing him. He always got the joy of doing it to everyone else. It seemed the rest of the group was enjoying teasing the man just as much too. Everyone besides Bodhi, who had a slight scowl on his face until Imogen whispered something to him.

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By the end of the night, everyone was just about ready for bed drunkenly chatting and giggling at one another. You had consumed two more tall glasses of lavender lemonade. Most of the group now were clamoring around getting clumsy and incoherent. While you were trying to stay sane while remaining seated next to the guy you’ve always had undeniable feelings for. Overly aware of every little action he did at the table throughout the night. From him laughing to the way he gripped the bottle of his alcohol. Lovesick puppy.

You had stood at the exit of the hall up to the dormitories with Ridoc and Rhiannon. Both have to hold each other up as they bid you goodnight.

“Y/n,” Ridoc hiccupped. “I wasn’t serious about earlier, but if you’re—“ hiccup “serious I can be—“ another hiccup “serious.” You did everything you could not laugh out loud knowing it was the alcohol talking.

“She wasn’t.” Bodhi came up next to you, giving him a glare. You shot him a look, not used to such a serious or broody version of the man you grew up with. Him always being the friendlier one out of Xaden, Garrick, and himself. “Goodnight you two.”

Rhiannon’s eyes widened in a shocking delight. “I knew there was something between the two of you!” She squealed, like he bared his soul with a couple words.

“There is—“ you go to correct her, but the tall male beside you cuts you off.

“Goodnight Cadet Matthias.” He had an authoritative tone that made your knees buckle. Or was that the alcohol? His muscular arm wrapped around your waist as he noticed your unsteadiness, and you felt that same sensation you felt earlier when you leaned into him for support.

Your two fellow second years gave the both of you looks before clumsily walking away, leaving you alone with the male holding you up. Your heart is now hammering as he starts to lead you away.

“Let’s get some air.” Bodhi motioned his head to the courtyard as he effortlessly led your stumbling form outside. You wanted to scoff at his proposition. Your new bed and pajamas were calling your name.

A few cadets and lieutenants lingered around the expansive yards, but he quietly led you to an alcove that brought you to a secluded spot where no one could see the two of you.

You leaned up against the stone wall, letting the summer breeze cool your skin. Carefully observing the tawny skinned man from beside you. He took out a small rolled paper and a match, lighting the roll and the sweet smell of churam filled your nose. You weren’t allowed to smoke, and you knew if you were caught you two would be expelled and possibly executed at this point.

“What are you doing?” You hissed as he took a drag, watching him let the smoke leave his mouth and inhale through his nose. There goes that damn buzzing feeling in the pit of your stomach again.

“Relax this is our smoking spot, Y/n/n, no one comes around here.” He reassured you once he exhaled the smoke again. You rolled your eyes staring at the mage light that flickered on the wall. After a lengthy pause, you glanced back at him.

“What makes you think I wasn’t serious?” You questioned, crossing your arms around yourself.

“You know these are the most words you’ve spoken to me in months? Maybe even years?” He ignored your question.

You opened your mouth, before closing it again. You couldn’t admit it was because of your harbored feelings. Not now. Because he was right, you hadn’t talked for quite some time. It didn’t feel right nor did you want to omit that confession.

“Well you were here for an entire year and I was back home so yeah it’s been a year since we talked.” So you played oblivious with him.

He scoffed, “you’ve hardly spoken to me since you’ve gotten here.”

“You just seemed so busy—“

“Cut the shit, please.” He pleaded, now anxiously dragging the joint.

As he brought it away from his lips after a couple puffs, you stole it from him. Your fingers brushing slightly as you grab the small rolled herb. The small touch warrants an electrifying feeling between your fingers. Quickly brushing the thought of if he felt it too, you took a hit of the herb. Letting the sweet smoke seep into your lungs and haze the self awareness and guilt that filled you.

You didn’t want to let him in, truthfully. You’ve already witnessed too many losses during the succession and your first year alone at Basigath. It was when your parents had been executed when you started slipping away from him. You let the stereotypical crush trope hide deep down what you felt, how afraid you were. It would hurt to know, if you finally got the balls to admit everything you’ve felt, and something happened to him or you. It already almost did once, the regret and shame still kept a hold of you for the last few days.

You could now see the disappointment in his eyes. “You’ve always been quiet and reserved, but with me? That’s never been you.” You took another deep inhale of the herb.

“Could you blame me if I was scared?” Your hands slightly shook as you handed the joint back to him. Your eyes were earnest as you looked at him.

He shook his head, running hand through his hair. “You're scared? Fuck, Y/n I almost watched you die. And you know what ran through my head thinking ‘this could be it’?” He took one last smoke, throwing the remaining part of the joint on the ground, stomping it out into the cobblestone. “That the last fucking year spent with you was speaking through a chain of command or small talk bullshit when you weren’t running the opposite if I was near you for too long.”

A lump formed in your throat, and you could feel the tears burn the edges of your eyes. That electric current you felt in your stomach only a few moments ago had solidified into a brick. Then ascended into a wall that crushed you with an iron force with his words.

You two had only briefly talked while in Aretia after what happened.

You had tended to your dragon most of the time while waiting for Violet to heal. Your green clubtail had a poorly injured claw from a wyvern, and despite her persistence it would heal, you were nervous that it would draw too many questions back at Basigath. Xaden agreed and saw Brennan to help mend some of the wound once Violet was stable. You were not able to leave her side while the stranger tended to her. She was already furious that someone besides you had to touch her.

You wanted to talk to him more after that, everything had happened so fast though. Then you went back to avoiding him.

“You’re right.” You mumbled, picking at the edge of your nails. “I’m so sorry, Bo.” Your lip trembled, and the first tear slipped from your eye.

He sighed, sounding defeated. “Gods, I don’t want to be right.” He gently grabbed your elbow, wrapping your smaller frame in his arms. “I want you to stop icing me out, Y/n.”

He ran a hand through your hair, his chin resting on top of your head as you sniffled tears silently running down your cheeks. He had every right to be upset with you, but here he was comforting you. This had always been the Bodhi you knew, how he was before the height of the rebellion. Whereas you had turned cold, letting your cowardice and stubbornness control your emotions—for what you thought was for good reason.

“I know,” you stifled against his jacket. Finally wrapping your arms around him. His grip tightened, and you were overwhelmed by the sense of comfort. You hated what this man did for you and to you.

“I shouldn’t have had this conversation tonight.” He admitted. “I should have waited until we were both sober.” He let you go, and you wished you were still wrapped in his muscular arms. A cold seeping into you that wasn’t due to weather.

You shook your head, a sad smile on your lips. “I would have run.”

“And I wouldn’t have had the courage to bring it up.” A dry chuckle echoed through the quiet alcove.

“We’re riders and we’re—“

“Shit at feelings?” He mused as he watched you tug your jacket on. You wiped some stray tears from your cheeks with your sleeve.

“I was gonna say pansies, but that works.” You sniffled, as a toothy grin finally appeared on his face.

“Should we get to bed and do this all over again tomorrow?” He offered his arm. You raised an eyebrow at him, was he sane? “I mean the drinking part, not the arguing. I enjoyed hearing more than a word out of you tonight though. So I can resort to arguing if needed.” He nudged you slightly.

You rolled your eyes teasingly, “no promises.”

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[frost-queen]

My only love (Reader x Daemon Targaryen)

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The candles lighted up the diner table when you entered the room. Daemon already sitting at the head of the table. He lifted his head up at the sight of you. – “My wife!” – he declared with open arms. You curtsied before him. One of the servants came nearer when you moved closer to the other head of the table. The servant pulling your chair back as you readied yourself to sit down. – “No! no!” – Daemon called out startling you. – “It’s all wrong.” – he said making you look confused.

He tapped his fingers at the side of the table. – “I want you to sit here.” – he proclaimed. With a snap of his finger got the servant in action. Picking up your chair and bringing it around the table near your newly wed husband. – “Come Y/n.” – he called you over with a gesture. Slowly you got in motion not used to it. You were always taught to eat as far as possible away from your husband.

Just so you could never disturb him. Him asking you deliberately over felt a bit out of scene. The servant pulled the chair back as you went to sit. Feeling a bit nervous you kept your hands under the table, fidgeting a bit with your dress.

Daemon reached for your hand underneath the table, taking it in his. He then pulled it upwards in sight. – “I’ve missed you.” – he said making you smile bashful. Your heart fluttered when he kissed your hand. – “Daemon.” – you whispered smiley.

“What can’t a man show his wife how much he loves her?” – he asked rhetorical with a smirk. – “You may.” – you replied leaning in closer to him. He leaned in as well, letting his lips brush against yours. Pulling back he eyed the guard standing by the walls. – “How has your day been Daemon?” – you asked picking up your fork and knife. Daemon set his elbow on the table, smirking your way. – “How was yours ñuha jorrāelagon?” (My love).

You smiled bashful. – “Extremely boring without your presence.” – you replied. Daemon took your hand setting a kiss on it. The two of you began to eat the coarse. A silence falling over the hall. Daemon couldn’t keep his eyes from you. Constantly smiling your way and winking whenever you caught his gaze. It was rather sweet of him. Seeing how full of love he was gazing your way.

Halfway through diner busted the doors open. Daemon quirked his eyebrow up watching one of the guards whisper something to another one standing close by the door. You furrowed your brows seeing him clear his throat and let the guard pass. – “Prince Daemon.” – the guard addressed coming closer to the table. He bowed deep to him. – “Princess Y/n.” – he then said bowing to you. – “Speak. Out with it.” – Daemon answered slightly annoyed.

The guard gestured with his hand at the letter he was holding. Daemon dropped his fork with a loud sigh. Signaling the guard over. The guard walked around the table to him. – “A letter from…” – the guard spoke unable to finish his sentence as Daemon had snatched the letter away. He then waved the guard away. Daemon noticed the seal sighing loud.

He placed the letter aside making you frown. – “Are you not opening it?” – you asked curious. Daemon cut his meat rather aggressively. – “I already know what they ask.” – he muttered out, taking a bite. – “May I?” – you asked. Daemon nodded allowing you to open his letter. You noticed the seal, but not recognizing it immediately. Cracking it open, you unfolded the letter. Reading quickly whilst your husband kept eating.

“You are being summoned to war?” – you stated lowering the letter. Daemon scoffed. – “The bastard’s can’t manage without me.” – he mocked with a taunting chuckle. – “I rather not go…” – he said looking over to you. – “I’d rather stay here with you.” – he took your hand bringing it closer to him over the table. You placed your hand on top of his. Daemon looked briefly up to the ceiling. – “But I have no choice. If those cunts want to win the war, they’ll need me.” – he laughed.

Daemon and you finished your meal, heading to your quarters afterwards. You sat on the bed watching Daemon pack some essentials. – “I hope to burn those bastards quickly so I can return back to you ñuha jorrāelagon.” – he spoke looking over his shoulder to you. You took a deep breath, knowing how long these kind of wars could take. – “Just come back home safely.” – you told him.

It could at least take months, even years for a war to die out. All that time without your husband. It would be a change even for him. – “Daemon…” – you started feeling a bit nervous to out it. He hummed loud continue to pack. You took a deep breath, fidgeting with your fingers.

“If… if in your time away… you… you crave other women I would not blame you. I understand a man has his desires.” – you told him. Growing up you were always told that you were expected to know that your husband would cheat. It was such a common aspect among the royals, you just had to accept it. Daemon stopped, his eyes widening. – “What did you just say?” – he asked slightly in shock.

“That… that I wouldn’t hold it against you if you desire other women. It is what all husbands do… is it not?” – you suddenly questioned your own beliefs from his response. Daemon dropped whatever he was holding, walking over to you. He came standing before you, cupping your cheeks. – “ñuha jorrāelagon iksā ñuha mērī mēre.” – he spoke making you tilt your head confusingly.

Daemon tilted your head forwards to kiss it. – “You are my only one.” – he repeated in a common tongue for you to understand. – “I do not crave any other women. I only crave you!” – he spoke, placing a kiss against your cheek. – “I am quite offended you assumed.” – he went on. You swallowed looking ashamed down.

“It is what everyone around told me. That I should accept cheating from my husband as it is what every man does.” – you told him. – “Not this man… not me… for you are my dying breath. My fire, my desires. Y/n my love I only burn for you.” – You smiled upon hearing those words. He tilted your head back, pressing his lips tenderly on yours.

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[real-jane]

new year, new steve

[steve rogers x f!reader]

summary: a stranger kisses steve at a new year's party and it ignites something in him that he never lets himself have.

words: 4.5k

notes/warnings: smut, no use of y/n.

a/n: i'm back, baby! please enjoy one of the most unhinged things i've ever written. written especially for @fandoms-writings for her neon party! <3

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The door banged against the wall. Steve turned around fast enough to see a panicked woman rush into the room and leap at him–arms akimbo, lips persistent… she kissed him. 

Steve loved kissing. He just didn’t do it very often. Not since his notoriety became a burden, and being attached to Captain America meant more attention than most women were willing to put up with when it came with questions like how’s it feel to suck America’s dick? shouted at you coming out of his apartment building. Natasha Romanov had never once seen an inkling of Steve’s private quarters, but she had come up with a ready answer for nosy paparazzo anyhow–“Patriotic. Now fuck off.” 

Steve liked women, but by nature of his role in the world, he never got within ten feet of a woman who might really know what the country’s preeminent ass looked like outta spandex or khakis.

But this woman clung to his lapels like his tux was made of crepe paper, and kissed him within an inch of his life, and… despite all his assertions to Nat that he wasn’t interested in dating, he sure slipped his fingers into the velvet of this woman’s dress like it was gonna melt in his palms.

“Shit–sorry, Cap–” a surprised man said behind them.

“We didn’t know!” another man piped up.

The woman pulled away enough that Steve could see her aghast expression, but his body shielded her from the view of the men. He cleared his throat, and nodded at her faintly, as if to say… I’ll take it from here.

“Now you know,” Steve said evenly. Lowly. It was the only way his voice would come out after being kissed like he was a CPR dummy in a high school health class. He turned around. 

“We were just talkin’--”

“I’d say she made it pretty clear she wasn’t interested. Or do you make a habit of ignoring basic social cues, such as–say–actively trying to get away from you? Because where I stand… that kinda behavior is about as low as a guy can get. Wouldn’t you agree?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest to keep his hands from shaking. The fury rising in him seemed to come from another time, another era of his life… when soldiers choked out excuses for pursuing the dancers from his USO act, when the suit he wore was sewn from what fabric could be scrapped together in the middle of a world war and not finely woven wool.

He knew the two men before him, but not well enough to have an established rapport. They were both SHIELD recruits from the Air Force who hadn’t been around long enough for Tony to coach the bravado out of them. 

“You’re still standing here, for what?” Steve asked. Neither men had moved an inch; instead, they were both flushed and at a loss for an explanation. The taller of the two looked angry, but not enough to test Steve’s patience. Which was for the best: when it came to bullies, Steve’s patience had been worn to the bone approximately eighty years prior. 

Steved nodded to the door. “You fellas are going home. Aren’t you?” It wasn’t optional.

The angrier man pressed his lips in a thin line and yanked his buddy out of the room by the elbow.

“Cap’s old lady–Jesus, Benny…” one of the men muttered to the other as they beat a hasty retreat back down the hallway, towards the lively sounds of the SHIELD New Year’s bash. The mahogany door shut forcefully, leaving Steve and his new acquaintance alone.

He turned back to the stranger who had kissed the life out of him, and she stepped back. Her hands rose to cover her mouth, and all the anger and frustration fled from his body.

“Shit–I’m sorry–”

“It’s okay,” he said quickly.

“No, I just… they were bothering me and I couldn’t find my sister, and I didn’t realize this place dead-ended back here… you’re–oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile as she dissolved into embarrassment. “No, don’t be. Not every day a lady kisses me for no reason. Well, I suppose you had one–but it doesn’t happen much. These days. So. Happy New Year to me.” He rocked back on his heels and stuffed his hands in his pockets to pretend nonchalance. The woman wasn’t someone he recognized from the roster of agents he worked with, but… she was beautiful. And so very soft and good at kissing. Too good, maybe. Was he even any good at it anymore? Steve didn’t know. 

“Not every day Captain America comes to my rescue, so.”

“I got carried away,” he cringed.

“Agree to disagree. Should’ve heard the shit they were saying out there.”

Steve thumbed at the door. “I can drag ‘em back here for another round–”

“Don’t waste your time. I think the tall guy pissed himself. I’m satisfied.”

Steve covered a smile with a light cough into his fist. 

“You’re hiding in here,” she said softly, less a judgment than an observation. 

Steve toed the ground. “I’m not a party guy. If this wasn’t the penthouse, I probably would’ve crawled out the window.”

“No… but you’re The Guy–”

“Yeah, well,” he sighed. “Hate being looked at.”

“Hate it,” she echoed with a gentle nod. “Looking at you is torture.”

He chuckled. “Sorry to offend, ma’am. Won’t happen again.”

“Nice lips, though.” 

They smiled at one another as if neither was really sure if the other was serious, or if they ought to play it off as a silly mistake. Instead… Steve spied a sideboard with a carafe of some kind of liquor and a set of crystal tumblers. He nodded to it and raised an eyebrow in silent offering. 

“A double?” she asked.

“How about I pour and you tell me when to stop,” he said, pulling the cork from the bottle. 

“Pour it the length of the kiss.”

He peered at her over his shoulder in surprise and something like… amusement, at her candor. But she was sheepish, and just as uncomfortable with reveling in something done in haste. She twisted her hands. Rather than prolong her torture (or his), he handed her over a glass (with a matching amount of whiskey to his own), and clinked them together.

“Steve.”

“I know.” She sipped the whiskey and studied him over the rim of the glass.

“It is customary to provide your name in exchange, I believe.” He leaned against the large desk which occupied most of the center of the room.

“Everybody knows you.”

“Your sister works for SHIELD?” he pressed.

She sat in the chair at his knee, crossing her own, which allowed her hem to creep up her leg. Steve definitely didn’t choke on whiskey over a peek of ink on her thigh. 

“We’re not related. Just—my friend didn’t want to come alone so it was the only way to get me on the list. We don’t even look alike, but it worked.”

“These events are a minefield, especially solo. As our two friends demonstrated.”

“No date?”

Steve shook his head. “Not a lot of women lining up to do the song and dance.”

“Which is…?”

“Shaking hands. Kissing babies.”

“Being good enough for Captain America,” she murmured. Her brow furrowed as she studied him. 

“I’m just a guy,” he chuckled. “Put my pants on one leg at a time.”

“Huh. Who’d have thought? I can’t get a bite on any dating app because I don’t hike or take soul-searching trips for enlightenment, and Steve Rogers can’t get a date because he’s too famous.”

“Pathetic,” he said, but it made her throw her head back and laugh warmly. He felt his cheeks flush.

“I’m hungry,” she said, “want to brave the buffet line for some scraps?”

“There’s a new food truck set to arrive every hour on the hour, so. Probably still more than enough for two.”

“Can you bear being seen with me?” 

His head snapped up again at the thought of making her worry, but her face was sanguine. “Be my date?” He countered.

The pleased moue of her lips said it all. Except— “don’t usually kiss a guy until the third date.”

“All the more reason.”

“And… then what?”

Steve shrugged and cleared his throat. “I don’t know.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“You might want to, um. Adjust yourself. First.”

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t notice,” Steve cringed. His dick was straining in his briefs like he was fresh outta cryosleep seeing a woman for the first time in eighty years.

“I mean. If you wanna walk out into that party like that—“

“No, that’s good, keep it up; the embarrassment will make it go down,” he said, turning his back to her in mortification.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, “I’m nervous.”

“You, sweetheart?” Steve huffed, downing the rest of his whiskey. “You got me on the verge of making a fool of myself. I don’t know your name, but my dignity just doesn’t seem to care.”

“You must think I’m desperate,” she said softly. 

Steve shook his head. “Such a thought from me at this moment might be hypocritical.”

Her mouth twisted like she was trying not to laugh, but she looked mortified.

“I’m gonna go. Out there. I’ll meet you. Um. You’re—I haven’t had enough booze to be saying this. You’re uh, a good kisser, Steve Rogers.”

“Love to do it again sometime,” he murmured, once he was alone in the room again. Still didn’t know her name, but he sure as hell was going to follow her to figure it out. Once his trigger-happy awareness cooled down. As long as he didn’t dwell on how good it felt to grasp her waist, to feel her surprised huff of a breath against his mouth when he returned her first kiss, or how good she smelled, or the curve of her calf when she crossed her legs, or… or… or anything. Think of this nameless succubus like an amorphous blob, and not like someone who seemed to map herself to his chest like she was as tailor-made to fit him as his suit.

Which… Steve didn’t remember the last time he let himself indulge in a woman. Maybe he was starved for touch, or some such thing. Regardless, he had to get out of that office, and she was a pretty enticing reason to do so. And everyone at that party had signed an NDA at the door, so he could let himself loose a little. Maybe undo the top button of his shirt. Go wild.

He downed the rest of his drink and hastened out of the haven of Tony’s office.

The hallway was blessedly deserted. Twenty strides to the mouth of the beast, and leaning against the wall on the verge of being swallowed by the throng… a familiar woman waited. He admired her figure, the way she was soft and soft and soft, and–Steve sighed. At that rate, he’d walk into a crowd with dick a-waving, and all for this woman whose name he didn’t know. He calmed his breathing and stepped up beside her. Without peering at her, he brushed his knuckles against the hand which hung at her side. She jumped, and then looped her fingertips with his. Loosely, so he’d have to be diligent about staying beside her if he wanted to keep holding on to her. 

Steve couldn’t think of many things he wanted more than that. 

Someone did catch his eye from across the room, and Steve couldn’t stop what followed. 

“Enjoying the party, Rogers?” Tony patted his shoulder harder than necessary and smiled too brightly at the woman on his arm.

“You know I love your parties.”

“He’s a terrible liar,” Tony mock-whispered to the woman.

“One of his better qualities, I think,” she replied with a tone that made Steve squeeze her fingers to… what, warn her? Stop saying nice things about me, it’s torture! She squeezed back. “I heard talk of a Cubano truck. I hope you aren’t going to let me down, Mr. Stark.”

“Cubanos await you in the front drive, along with just about any cuisine you can think of, other than the pierogis. Gone in ten minutes! I blame Banner. ‘M Tony, by the way,” he said, offering a hand. 

“I know,” she laughed, shaking his hand.

“And you are?”

“You gotta earn it. C’mon, Rogers.” She tugged Steve towards the elevator.

Once they were alone in the lift, Steve wiggled his fingers further into her grasp. She looked up at him. “I haven’t earned it, huh?” he murmured.

“Oh you have. I just like to see you squirm.” Her eyes glinted in amusement. 

Steve straightened so he loomed over her, but she lifted her chin defiantly. And then she leaned against the corner of the lift, and pulled his hand until he shadowed her from the ambient elevator lighting. But it was Steve who felt cornered. By the sweet smile on her lips, and the tug of the plush pink softness between her teeth as she watched the wheels turn in his head, and by his own desperate desire to hold a woman again, to be touched and teased–they were sharing air when he came to, a breath passing between them like it was the last air on earth, and he studied her irises… how her pupils dilated, and slyness dropped from her expression to reveal something like curiosity. She tilted her head as if to say ‘what’s wrong?’ Steve shook his head on floor fifteen, and leaned in on fourteen, and kissed her on thirteen. And twelve. And on down, but never once letting his hands do more than squeeze hers. She was peachy, and sweet like the whiskey they had shared.

She gasped when he ground himself against her, and raised their joined hands to her sides. She arched into the warmth of his fingers. Nipples pebbled. Steve couldn’t decide whether to map her body with his hands or his lips, so he chose both–nipping at the soft skin of her neck and teasing one strap of her dress over the curve of her shoulder until it slid of its own volition. God love a woman, he thought. This one, with her breast exposed to the chilled air and heat of his breath. He wouldn’t let goosebumps go unkissed, or nipples for that matter. The moan at the back of her throat when he fastened his lips around her nipple was his triumph. How much more could he find victory in her pleasure? Was there a limit to such things?

“Kiss me again?” she pleaded. Steve cupped her cheeks like an apology. The drag of her tongue against the seam of his mouth had him cursing inwardly, in language he’d never let himself utter out loud. He wanted to fuck her, but if all he could do for her was kiss her sweet mouth, that might be enough. He’d wrap a hand around his dick driving home, he could take care of himself and not put that pressure on her. She didn’t have to do a thing more than kiss him, but he wanted her to. If she wanted to. If she wanted him, too.

She smiled against his lips when the elevator dinged at their destination. Steve groaned. 

“I–there’s no excuse, I’m so sorry,” he began, but she stopped his words with gentle fingers over his lips.

“Please tell me you’re not drunk,” she whispered, straightening her dress to conceal her body, much to his chagrin.

He chuckled. “Only drink I've had tonight I shared with you, sweetheart.”

“Not one woman in your life?”

Steve shook his head. His answer seemed to satisfy her greatly, if her grin was any indication. She pulled him through the lobby, but on the front drive (despite the fact that the sidewalk was choc-full of agents and party-goers making food selections from a cadre of trucks and mingling), Steve looped her hand through his arm and made a choice. 

She kept stride with him. Away from the party, through the lot, to the over-fancy car Natasha had talked him into buying. She leaned against the passenger door, preventing him from opening it. 

“What do you want?” she whispered. “Hm?” Steve looked down at his shoes sheepishly, but she touched his cheek. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, I–I hope it’s obvious that I want you, Steve. We could go to mine. Nobody even has to know, honestly. I won’t tell. I mean, I’ll tell myself sometimes, but I won’t believe me.”

He chuckled, and then shook his head. “We’ll go to my place.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Yeah?”

“Yes. What about your friend?”

“I’ll text her.” She whipped a phone from god-knows-where and shot off a quick text. When she looked up at him again, she was flushed. “I don’t do this–”

“Me neither.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“About that…” Steve levels his eyes with hers. “I gotta know what name I’m supposed to use.”

“Oh? You a talker?”

“A woman gives me the honor of touching her, I’ve got an obligation to a little veneration.”

“Fuck–”

“Only if you give me your name,” Steve murmured against her neck, making her shiver. 

“Then you’ll fuck me?”

“I’ll fuck you.” 

“Cap’s got a dirty mouth, huh?”

Steve cringed. “Please–if you wanna fuck Captain America, then I can’t do this–”

“No, no.” She grasped his lapels so he wouldn’t step away. “It’s not like that. You’re Steve to me. Okay? I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m–shit, sweetheart. People are going to give you so much guff.”

“Who’s ‘people’?”

“Anybody who knows. I don’t wanna hide you, but you gotta know that. There’s usually a paparazzo outside my apartment, and we’re just asking for a billion stories about ‘Cap’s New Girlfriend’, blah blah blah. You’ll have people dogging you about it–”

“Okay.” 

Steve blinked. She smiled at him softly.

“You done thinking of reasons why I shouldn’t want you? Because I’m feeling a little jerked around, here–”

“‘M done,” he said. “I just. Want you to know.” She sought the buttons of his coat and undid them so she could snake her hands inside. Steve stepped into the embrace. 

“I’ve seen what you do to bullies, Rogers. I’m not afraid.”

Steve opened the back passenger door and kept eye contact with her as he slid inside. It took her a split second to follow. The moment the door shut behind her, he hit the lock and tossed the keys somewhere and pulled her to straddle him. She nipped his ear lobe and then whispered her name in his ear. Steve rolled the letters around on his tongue and found it most satisfying to see the way her eyes fluttered as he repeated it back to her. And again when he pressed her hips to his.

“N-nice car.”

“I just bought it,” he muttered.

“Happy to help you christen it.”

“Panties off.”

He regretted that it was too dark to see the color of the panties that she shimmied to the floor, but he had every intention of offering her his laundry if they ever made it to his place, so he was confident he’d get to enjoy them on and off her body more than once, god willing. Steve forgot what it was like to slip his fingers between a woman’s thighs and find her wet, and warm–he cursed himself for depriving himself of such things as this beautiful woman shuddered at his touch. Her bundle of nerves swelled as he worried it with gentle circles, and he was in heaven.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. So wet–I’d have no problem working my dick into you and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Kissing–god, kissing makes me so fucking wet,” she breathed. “And you did suck on my nipple in the elevator. You an exhibitionist, Rogers?”

“Maybe I am. Should I roll down the windows so everybody can see you come?”

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“I want your fingers. Finger me.”

“I don’t know, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Ugh–crack the windows.”

“You want them to see you.”

“I want you to make me come so hard that I might give us away.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” Steve unzipped his pants in haste. “Roll them down how much you want them, then I’ll make you come.”

As she leaned over to the passenger side window, Steve rucked her skirt up over her hips and moved behind her so her face was inches from the glass. “What’s wrong?” he asked, but his hands made quick work of touching her exactly how he had been dying to since she first kissed him. He sank one finger into her heat as she depressed the window a few inches. 

“Someone might see,” she moaned breathlessly, sitting back to fuck herself on his meaty finger. 

“I hope they do. You’re a goddess.” He stroked her until she was turned on enough to take a second finger, and then he poised her to take them–but only if she sat on them. She worked herself down slowly, head thrown back. Her mouth was open but all coherent words fled from her tongue. Steve yanked her straps off and exposed her breasts. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Fuck me, please, please–”

“Soak my hand, sweetheart.” He pushed her shoulders so she had to brace herself on the door. He thrust his fingers into her pussy, taking great care not to touch her clit to prolong her climax. She whined.

“Ruin my suit. Come on. You’re squeezing me like a vice, I know you wanna come.”

“Can’t, can’t.”

“Listen to me. You can.”

“Touch my clit.”

“What do you say?”

“Please?” she breathed.

Steve crowded behind her, pushing his hips against his hand to fuck her harder into his fingers, and then he found the swollen clit again, begging to be touched. Her orgasm hit like a wave; her head fell back against his shoulder, and she keened. Loud enough to be heard from outside, and like it came from guttural pleasure. Steve reveled in the rush of cum which flooded his hand and soaked his cuff. He pressed the window button down again, releasing the glass a few more inches. Their position was shielded by a cadre of SUV’s, but if someone came for the black car beside them, they’d see her tits flushed with a sheen of sweat while she heaved with breaths of relief. Steve flicked her nipple with his free hand and she jolted, but she grinned up at him. 

“Too tired to take my dick?” he growled in her ear. She shook her head.

“Wanna see you,” she said. 

Steve helped her turn to face him, not bothering to wipe his hand or bother with any such thing. How could he think of such things when her soft hands had crept inside his waistband to cup him through his briefs? He rolled his hips as she stroked him through the fabric.

“You’re beautiful.” She bit her lip. “I need you.” She pushed him until he sat back against the seat, and tapped his hip so he’d lift up enough to let her strip his pants down to his ankles. For just a moment, Steve floated out of his body to watch from above as the gorgeous woman who had just come all over his fingers released his dick from his underwear and rubbed his tip between her folds. How lucky–the thought dissipated. She sank down, taking him slowly to savor the stretch. 

Steve blanched. “Fuck–condom–”

“Don’t need it. Birth control.” She rolled her hips and Steve saw stars. It occurred to him how long it had been since he’d felt a woman’s warmth around his dick, but this one was velvet and he didn’t care if he never fucked another woman again. But maybe he could fuck this woman a few more times. Or a lot more. 

“Oh my god, don’t… I’ll come too fast–”

“My bad,” she giggled. She fully seated herself over him and clasped her hands behind his neck with an innocent smile. “Wouldn’t want you to come, would we?” Steve glared at her.

“You think you’re so cute,” he grumbled, nipping her bottom lip.

“Big talk, I can feel you twitching inside me like you wanna come right this second.”

“Keep it up and I might not let you outta my bed for a week.”

“Promise?” 

She contracted her inner muscles and Steve bit his lip. “You asked for it. Gonna have to fuck that sass right out of you.”

“You can try, big guy.” She rolled her hips and impaled herself on him, riding him hard. She didn’t seem to care if all the world heard them, or saw her, or if he came in three seconds–and for his part, Steve didn’t see a downside. He curled his fingers into her hips and gave her back as good as she gave him. It was fucking, most certainly, but it also felt like time had ceased to tick since he felt her lips touch his for the first time. Maybe the new year wouldn’t come until he did, he thought, but boy if he wasn’t on the verge.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, slowly canting her hips. “You’re allowed to give in.”

“Am I?” His eyes searched her soft gaze, and she nodded. “I don’t get these things, sweetheart.”

“Says who? Who’s been lying to you? You don’t get to be fucked silly in the back of a car like a teenager?” She smiled. “You of all people.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” Steve touched her cheek, almost like he didn’t mean to, but he felt suddenly bashful.

“I’m gonna fuck every doubt outta your head.”

She made good on that promise. When he came, he saw pure light behind his eyelids, like heat through his eyelids on a sunny morning. With every contraction of her inner muscles, he thrust up into her, even though he had nothing left to give. Her second orgasm was his final triumph. Her nails clasped his shoulders, and she moaned into his mouth, and Steve rubbed her clit until she couldn’t take any more. When her fingers found his wrist to pull his hand away, she linked their fingers. They breathed the same air again, foreheads pressed together, and both of them smiled.

“What am I going to tell the dry cleaner?” he murmured.

She laughed, head thrown back in delight. She rolled the window back up and kissed him sweetly. Nobody saw them, that they knew of, and nobody could hear them over the countdown to the New Year, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t the sexiest moment of his very long life.

Some days or weeks later, when time began to tick again, Steve emerged from his apartment one morning with a woman on his arm. They both wore sunglasses, and they didn’t shy away from smiling at one another like they shared a secret. As promised, there was a paparazzo waiting with indiscreet flashes and even raunchier questions for the woman, but she paused to pose with Steve so the man could get a good photo of them. Then, she dragged her glasses down her nose.

“America can fight me for his dick,” she said brightly to the reporter. Steve shook his head, but he laughed and followed his girlfriend to the car. Try as he might, he just couldn’t fuck the sass out of her.

Sure was fun trying, though.

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[milogreer]

fooliverse BA preview spoilers 🩷

listening again ‘cause the preview’s out for the public now 💕

-> “i like a house full of pretty things. you fit the bill.” lord 😵‍💫

-> milo (allegedly) swindling dmitri out of extra money by buying a wax seal dupe on etsy >>>

-> “i spent most of my life not having a lot of [options]. but i had strong magic, a great body, a good face, a few solid connections, and no baggage. […] so i offered myself up to a king.” what happened to marie :(

-> hrgggrh the footsteps as he comes around the desk towards sweetheart ….. the sfx in this one are goooddd

-> the uhh “something in the back of my brain […] something that knows exactly what it wants” bit fr made me think like. the mate bond prevails ykwim. sick

-> “steel under velvet” is such a fanfic title ass line

-> “do you want me to say please, or do you want me to tell you what to do? [...] i can be a lot of different milos. a softie. a hardass. an animal. they’re all me. people aren’t simple, but having a good time can be. so. what do you like?”

-> “goddamn, you are a fine piece of work. the bashful look is cute on you, but i hope someday i get to see you believin’ it when i say it. struttin’ around, ownin’ it.” first of all, 🥺💕. second, already planning to see them again ?? damn 😵‍💫

-> “say the words. full sentence.” I KNOWWW this man uses “sir” as his honorific. i know it.

AW MAN. NO FANGCHASER LINE IN THE PREVIEW LMAO. damn. ok then post over. back to patreon i go 😋

[kairiscorner]

Debut headcanons lmaooooo PLEASE <3

HI ANON !! ooooo this one's a good one >:)) thanks to ate @binibinileonara for the help and deluluing hehe BUT OK what if

teen miggy at your debut

HE WANTS TO BE YOUR VERY LAST DANCE FOR THE 18 ROSES ONE OMG, if your dad or other close, important male figure in your life would let him, he wouldn't waste a single second taking your hand on the dance floor and swaying with you as he locks eyes with you.

the tender look in his eyes as you smile up at him, your bashful demeanor becoming more and more evident as you get cold feet as he holds your waist in one hand, your hand in another.

he chuckles, "que pasa, getting all nervous around me, mahal?" and you'd chuckle back and shake your head. "nervous? around you? nagpapatawa ka ba, miggy?" and he leans closer as he sighs in awe at how beautiful you've become, how more mature and independent you were now that you were at your age of blossoming into an adult.

he shakes his head lightly as the smile on his face grows. "kay ganda mo, mahal, lalo na't pag... lumalapit ako sa 'yong mukha ng..." he whispers as he pecks a small, brief kiss on your lips, "ganito."

you playfully hit him on the shoulder and he chuckles as you lean against his shoulder that you just hit. "inamo." "what about my mom? she's a... lovely woman, don't you think? but certainly, you're lovelier, and i don't mean any offense to her, i just--" "alam kooooo, smart ass." "isn't that why you love me, mahal?" you snort. "baka."

then for his gift for you for your 18 treasures, he's be all teasing about it, like, "oh, it's nothing, how could i ever gift you such a tacky, simple... ring?" THEN HE SHOWS IT TO YOU IN A RING BOX THAT'S THE COLOR OF YOUR GOWN, GETS ON ONE KNEE, AND POPS THE QUESTION: "will you let me annoy you, be a grump to you, tease you for your height, and love you for the rest of your life?"

if you said yes... holy shit you just made him the happiest man in the world.

he engraved something along the lines of, "i'll love you in every universe" in the ring. AND I LIKE TO THINK HE PUT A BETA VER OF LYLA IN THERE, AND WHATEVER PERSONALITY AND APPEARANCE YOU LIKED, MIGUEL IMPLEMENTED IT ON THE FINAL VERSION FOR HER (that's why he keeps lyla in that setting)

"oh, wow, how cute, you made her all sarcastic and sassy like... you, mahal. i can get used to this, i hope. i hope that... you like it though. i really do mean it, no matter which universe you're in, or whoever you'll be in the future... i'm always here for you, and i'll prove i can love you in ways nobody else can."

a/n: food for thought! this happens in an alternate universe where he learns how to jump dimensions as a teenager, so you disappear but lyla is the only thing he salvages from your universe! she's the lyla we saw in the movie, and as annoying as she can be for miguel, she's all he has of you! (he wears that ring underneath his suit all the time and cried when he lost it once)

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck @binibinileonara @q2ie

[eileenslibrary]

Winter Juniper

Thranduil X GN! Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Suggestive Themes, OOC Thranduil Perhaps? Male OC Love Interest Being A Prick To Thranduil

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Hey It’s Me, Eileen, I am extremely tired, a family crisis has happened, so I am a little down in the dumps, I promise to get back into shape and get the mini-series out

Lord Visnue was a character to know, his deep brown eyes and his freckled skin, the robes he always adorned could compete with any king always coiling around him like water, always glimmering, the king has never envied to be someone else as he has at this moment when he could see Visnue place a gentle palm on your shoulder and whisper in your ear making a deep blush appear upon your cheeks, your outfit was splendid and flattering to the eye, your mask as bejeweled with gems from any pile of jewels in the dwarven kingdoms, your eye color shining in the cut of the masquerade mask your lips curving to a bashful smile, one he wishes to be given instead. He watches as Visnue pulls you to dance holding you close to his chest making your already blushing face only go pinker. 

Thranduil feels a tap on his shoulder and looks to his side, Elrond stands by his side as he watches the two dance “You should ask her for a dance Mellon Nìn” Elrond speaks, Thranduil sighs and looks back at you and Visnue watching him twirl you around “Perhaps I will” Thranduil sighs leaning his chin on his hand, he watches as Visnue twirls you around dips you as the song ends before pulling you to the sides for a drink, the Lothlorien lord leans into your space his face close to yours Visnue places a hand next to your head trapping you against the wall Thranduil feel liquid jealousy pump through his veins, he suddenly stands his robes fluttering around him as he begins making his way to you having enough of this show, the elves and others alike move as he approaches you watching with curious eyes. Thranduil’s orange and silver robes glimmer as he stops in front of you, catching your attention, bowing “My King” You say to him making Thranduil chuckle “There is no need to bow” he speaks nudging Visnue out of the way. Lifting your chin with his hand to look at him you give him a small smile before straightening, he watches as Lord Visnue's expression sours “Good evening King Thranduil” he speaks in a fake surprised tone that is laced with offense. “I can see you are both having a wonderful night as I would hope,” Thranduil says taunting Visnue to step out of line, his piercing icy gaze staring straight through the half-elf Thranduil focuses his eyes back on you along with Visnue when you clear your throat “My lords I have many others to talk to if you wouldn’t mind I must go” you speak going to turn around, Thranduil grabs your hand before you can leave “Surely you could spare a dance with your king, I wouldn’t want to miss a dance with you,” he says bringing your hand to his lips a faint blush painting your cheeks, you nod shyly as he pulls you towards the dance floor, he glances at Visnue and sees the man with his arms crossed glaring at him. Thranduil smirks as he places his hand on your hip squeezing for emphasis, the blonde pulls you even closer to his chest watching your expression, a deeper red covers your cheeks as he claps his hand with yours, the jewels on your outfit sparkling when they catch the light, Thranduil twirls you before pulling your back to his chest, one of his hands catching yours. The other clasps your other hand crisscrossing your arms in front of you, and he twirls you out and then back into his arms, the tempo of the song increases, and he leans down to whisper in your ear “Are you enjoying this evening” “yes King Thranduil” you say placing your hand on his shoulder as your right-hand clasps his left as he leads you through the other dancers, “How do you know Lord Visnue may I inquire?” he hums in your ear making a shiver run down your back “I met him a few months back while I was in the wood of Lothlorien” you answer, his arms encircling your waist as he sways you to the song, one of your hands finding a place in his satin strands, he sighs as you run your fingers through it gently, “I see” he says rubbing his hands against the fabric of your waist his silver and orange mask gently bumping the side of your head as he takes in the sweetness of the moment as the song comes to a close “Meet me in the royal wing fifteen before three” he whispers before letting you go and walking off to his throne once again. Thranduil sits upon his throne again ordering a glass of wine to be poured, and he watches you wander around talking with others. Visnue attempts to talk to you again but a certain blonde prince with a green mask and a black-haired king with a red mask tells many maidens to go and talk to the brooding Lord making sure to keep him as far away from you as possible. 

As the party winds down around two thirty he watches you leave through the hall doors the moonlight appearing and then disappearing once again as the large doors close, fifteen more minutes pass Thranduil steps down from his throne the tips of his pointy ears a slight red as the strong alcohol slowly affects him. Thranduil walks through the same doors you had left through, he walks through the halls until he approaches the royal wing the guards open the doors to let him in he sees you standing and a certain lord Visnue alongside you, Thranduil feels that horrible feeling again, he strides until he is towering behind the half-elf “Didn’t

you mother teach you to not touch what is not yours” Thranduil says grabbing Visnue’s shoulder you look at him with surprise at what he had said, “My king I  see you decided to join us” Vishnu says clenching his teeth, “I did not know they were yours last time I checked they aren’t, Isn’t that right my dear?” he hums his face falling into a smirk you gape at the two of them before angrily saying “I belong to no one especially if they act like selfish little boys” with that you push past the two of them walking down the corridor. The two of them watch you slip away, Thranduil quickly walks after you hoping to catch you, but Visnue shoves himself in front of him before either of them can get to you, two heavy doors slam in front of both of them. Vishnu huffs and walks to the doors and exits. Thranduil heads into his room too annoyed to go after both of you, he sits in front of his vanity removing the orange and silver mask from his face, brushing through his hair with his fingers, and undressing into a sleep tunic and leggings. He calls for a servant to bring him a goblet and some wine.

You walk into your room remove your mask and call for a servant to help you out of your ballroom attire, the gorgeous fabric of the shirt unbuttons and goes slack on your body, and you slip out of the fancy clothes into sleep attire, the servant leaves shortly after helping you hang the outfit in the wardrobe. A knock sounds at the door “Visnue leave me alone” you groan a deep voice answers, one you had talked with not even an hour ago you rush to the door and open it “My kin-” he cuts you off “Thranduil you can just call me Thranduil” he speaks his eyes going over your body in the silk of your outfit, “Thranduil, why are you here” you question “Isn’t it obvious?” he asks placing a hand upon your waist you scoff “I am not yours” you whisper as you avert your gaze “Oh you drive me wild” he says tilting your head up to look back at him, “I misspoke M’dear” he whispers his gaze going soft “Thranduil I will not be a puppet to your jealousy” Thranduil chuckles “I would never make you my puppet” he whispers “I intend to make you my king” he hums as he pulls you closer you gasp at his confession “will you allow me to court you Mel Nìn” You nod “words my dear I need words” he hums a smirk over taking his smile “Yes my king” he leans down and kisses you, you both deepen the kiss. You both hear guards approaching, grabbing his hand and leading him into your chambers making sure not to break the kiss, he pushes the door to a close with his other hand.

Yes, I intend to make a part two for the smut and they will also be in two parts for male and female I do not how to word GN sex so I will do headcanons for you GN people to get a treat if you’re interested I think I am better at hc than writing stories IMO but I am expanding my Horizons, I am not doing it tonight, but keep your eyes out.

[jadelemonadee]

The day they found me, I hadn't yet been played Inside my workshop behind the old arcade Electric desires had unraveled all my wires Now I'm in the box for safekeeping The news reporters reported that I died But all my organs were living on inside Circuit board to brain with two lungs collecting change One big human heart gently beeping

You can't win me, I can't be beat I won't hurt you unless you cheat You can't see me behind the screen I'm half human and half machine

Thank God for business, they let me take the floor I stood so proudly, like I was going to war Players soon appeared and I quickly was revered This must be what love would have felt like Such dedication, they came from miles away With eyes so piercing, they'd wait their turn to play

Perfect patient lines because I was in their minds I could do whatever I felt like (whatever I felt like)

You can't win me, I can't be beat I won't hurt you unless you cheat You can't see me behind the screen I'm half human and half machine

I'm happy for years and years And, only eating the occasional maintenance man Only driving a few kids to madness Maybe they were predisposed to madness, who knows? I only want to have fun But now they're telling me my days here are done 'Cause there's a tiny little box that they make in Japan And pretty soon it's gonna fit in your hand

It's getting lonely, it's getting hard to breathe The arcade's empty, I think it's Christmas Eve Someone's broken in, now they're painting on my skin Breaking me and taking my quarters Bashing in my face with a crowbar Kicking me and pushing me over Now they see my blood on their sneakers

You can't win me, I can't be beat I won't hurt you unless you cheat You can't see me behind the screen I'm half human and half machine

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba

CABINET MAN

[ask-ethel]

How did you and Swansea meet?

So long ago!

I've been on my way to work when my car broke down and a tire popped! Seemed out of the blue..then again, I'de never really brought it to a shop for any sort of checkups. I always worried that my seemingly-fine car would suddenly have issues the moment I did! But with my car broken down, I had to call a tow truck, and was taken to the nearest auto-shop. Oh, I couldn't stop crying..I was going to be late for work, AGAIN! But, I knew this one would most likely be the final straw; I wasn't the.. *most* liked person at work, I had a bit of a habit of running late because of how far away it was from my home, and heaven knows I'm not a morning person! But anywho.

Arriving at the mechanic shop, I was met with the owner and what looked to be his intern or apprentice; a guy closer to my age who'd been busy doing inventory. At this point I was still crying...embarrassing, I know! The older worker told Swany to calm me down and then go look for a matching tire in the inventory. He quickly nodded and got up to come over to me..a few steps in, poor thing fell flat on his face tripping over a toolbox!

I feel bad for it, but I couldn't stop laughing! I walked over to try and help him up; But in my still-shock state, now suddenly turned amused, I couldn't gather myself! I was even snorting like a pig, I was so amused!

Well! He got himself up just fine; bashfully brushing off his pants, before asking if that managed to cheer me up any. Still giggling through much happier tears I assured him it had, before asking if he was alright and giving him my name.

..not sure how, but after he found the tire and delivered it to his boss for the job, we ended up sitting outside and chatting away. I told him about my job which was almost definetely history, he told me about his sobriety journey..I assured him that, luckily, I don't drink alcohol often anyways, so it was never around my house! Eventually as he were joking around, his boss came out and told me the car was fixed and that I had to leave because my car was blocking up space for other customers. I wasn't quite done talking with Swany though, so I took my car..drove it towards parking at the postage office lot next door..and ran right back! His boss tried to threaten loitering charges on me; Well, I called his bluff real quick!

I'm not sure what it was, but I wanted to know more about this slightly bashful, unapologetically sweet, albeit slightly gruff man! By the end of his shift he apparently wanted to keep the conversation going too; inviting me to a diner down the street from his job for dinner.

..and that was that! We got together a few weeks and a couple dates after that. I'm not huge on 'love at first sight'..

..but, he did QUITE literally fall for me the first day we met! Ba dum, tss!

[the-arcade-doctor]

THE DAY THEY FOUND ME, I HADN'T YET BEEN PLAYED INSIDE MY WORKSHOP BEHIND THE OLD ARCADE ELECTRIC DESIRES HAD UNRAVELED ALL MY WIRES NOW I'M IN THE BOX FOR SAFEKEEPING THE NEWS REPORTERS REPORTED THAT I DIED BUT ALL MY ORGANS WERE LIVING ON INSIDE CIRCUIT BOARD TO BRAIN WITH TWO LUNGS COLLECTING CHANGE ONE BIG HUMAN HEART GENTLY BEEPING YOU CAN'T WIN ME, I CAN'T BE BEAT I WON'T HURT YOU UNLESS YOU CHEAT YOU CAN'T SEE ME BEHIND THE SCREEN I'M HALF HUMAN AND HALF MACHINE THANK GOD FOR BUSINESS, THEY LET ME TAKE THE FLOOR I STOOD SO PROUDLY, LIKE I WAS GOING TO WAR PLAYERS SOON APPEARED AND I QUICKLY WAS REVERED THIS MUST BE WHAT LOVE WOULD HAVE FELT LIKE SUCH DEDICATION, THEY CAME FROM MILES AWAY WITH EYES SO PIERCING, THEY'D WAIT THEIR TURN TO PLAY PERFECT PATIENT LINES BECAUSE I WAS IN THEIR MINDS I COULD DO WHATEVER I FELT LIKE (WHATEVER I FELT LIKE) YOU CAN'T WIN ME, I CAN'T BE BEAT I WON'T HURT YOU UNLESS YOU CHEAT YOU CAN'T SEE ME BEHIND THE SCREEN I'M HALF HUMAN AND HALF MACHINE I'M HAPPY FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND, ONLY EATING THE OCCASIONAL MAINTENANCE MAN ONLY DRIVING A FEW KIDS TO MADNESS MAYBE THEY WERE PREDISPOSED TO MADNESS, WHO KNOWS? I ONLY WANT TO HAVE FUN BUT NOW THEY'RE TELLING ME MY DAYS HERE ARE DONE 'CAUSE THERE'S A TINY LITTLE BOX THAT THEY MAKE IN JAPAN AND PRETTY SOON IT'S GONNA FIT IN YOUR HAND IT'S GETTING LONELY, IT'S GETTING HARD TO BREATHE THE ARCADE'S EMPTY, I THINK IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE SOMEONE'S BROKEN IN, NOW THEY'RE PAINTING ON MY SKIN BREAKING ME AND TAKING MY QUARTERS BASHING IN MY FACE WITH A CROWBAR KICKING ME AND PUSHING ME OVER N̸̬̯̿Ö̷̼̣́Ẅ̵̩ ̸̩̪̓T̵̞̊H̸̜̓͘E̶͇̗̋Ȳ̴͉ ̷̫͛ͅS̶̃��̥͇E̶̛̮E̵̜̗̔̾ ̵̯̙̾M̶̘̈́Ỳ̶̠͘ ̷͎̒́B̶̠̈̚L̶̬͐͝Ö̶̟̖́O̴̳̭͆̊D̴̟͌ ̶̥̘́Ö̴͍̓N̵̠̬͊ ̷̺̗̏͒T̷͍̳̍̾H̵͖̐E̶͙̚I̸̛̞̦̿R̷̘̤͌͒ ̶̹̚S̷̝͙̿N̸̡̋E̴̢̛̺Ä̶̢́K̷̨͑̕E̴̗̮͆R̶͍̂S̸̡̢͆̋ YOU CAN'T WIN ME, I CAN'T BE BEAT I WON'T HURT YOU UNLESS YOU CHEAT YOU CAN'T SEE ME BEHIND THE SCREEN I'M HALF HUMAN AND HALF MACHINE BA-BA-BA-BA-BA, BA-BA-BA-BA, BA-DA-DA-DA BA-BA-BA-BA-BA, BA-BA-BA-BA BA-BA-BA-BA-BA, BA-BA-BA-BA, BA-DA-DA-DA BA-BA-BA-BA-BA, BA-BA-BA-BA

𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁

[zaceouiswriting]

A rotten Christmas

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Angst, Sad

The smell of perfectly brewed coffee woke me up from my deep sleep. Completely wrapped in a blanket, I knew I wasn't trapped when I fell asleep, but now I couldn't move without help. „Took you longer this time to wake up.“ A deep, soft voice reminded me of the gentle touch of my cashmere scarf gifted to me by the person whose voice made me feel more than I would ever admit.

„Asshole!“ I mummer under my breath as I realized what he had done.

„What was that, baby?“ He asked smugly, walking around our bed to sit next to me. Across the room, on a small table, I could see and smell the breakfast he made either, to prank or spoil me. This man had nothing in between.

„I said, I love you… asshole.“ „Mhmm… You see, in your… predicament, I wouldn’t be so nasty to the only person able to help you.“ His pearly white teeth showed as a predatory grin appeared on his perfect face. Some days I was more than jealous of his stupid smug face and wanted to bash it in, only to realize that I wouldn’t be able to look at it as much as I wanted anymore.

Instead of saying one more word that might get me into even hotter waters, I pouted at the man who was already wearing a buttoned shirt. „Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that!“ He threw his head back, knowing he had already lost against me, sighing in annoyance that he was such a pushover. I just had to look at him a little longer, pouting, slightly in tears, before he freed me from the blanket he had tucked me into, no doubt when he woke up. „Happy, now?“ He asked, slightly annoyed.

Instead of a verbal answer, I jumped against him, pushing him with me on our bed, hovering only millimeters away from his face. As he went for the kiss, I slightly moved back. „Why did you make me breakfast?“

I haven’t seen his face fall that quickly in a long time. „I-I- There is no ulterior motive!“

Not impressed at his play of innocence, I only had to pull one of my eyebrows up for him to give up again. „Okay, I might or might not am trying to maybe… maybe I could you to get-“

„Theo. God, tell me already!" I chuckled loudly, having to get some distance between us, just to be stopped by his arm around my waist.

„I wanted to make you happy so you might cook Christmas dinner for us and the pack I'm in?" His voice was so quiet and unsure of himself that it melted my heart immediately. „We never do anything for Christmas, and no one can go home for the holidays... so I've been thinking about hosting it. I might have already told them that we would... I know stupid and selfish of me, but I really miss them, and I also want them to see that I became a better man!“ He rambled on and on. But I had to say that I was ticked off. Though, witnessing his nervousness quickly turned my anger down. „I don't appreciate you just planning my time away, but I will do it either way.��

„You will?“ He asked excitedly.

„Yes, but you have to make it up to me.“ My smug smile already told my fiancé everything he had to know.

As he slowly opened his mouth again, I could see his Adam's apple jump up and down anxiously. Before he could say anything, I leaned down, kissing him chastely. „Tell your boss you will not be in tomorrow, and as soon as you come back tonight, you will lose your clothes at the door. I do not want to see anything on you!“

„Yes, sir!“ He even saluted as best he could while lying down.

I leaned down again and captured his lips in a not-so-chastened kiss. We both could feel the other's want in it. He even dared to poke his tongue inside my mouth, forcing a low moan out of me. Just before it could get out of hand, I was able to push myself away. „No, you have to go to work! We have enough time for that later!“ I explained rather authoritatively.

Finally, I got up after this whole fiasco and made my way to the small table with the delicious-smelling food and coffee sitting there for me to take. As I went for a grab, I suddenly was pulled back and slammed back onto our bed, with my face first.

„I think they can go an hour or so without me," he hastily whispered hotly in my ear just before licking my ear shell. His hot breath tingled my ear and the hairs on my neck, bringing a warm shower over my back. Hands wandered all over my mostly naked body.

To say that Theo ravaged me at that moment would be an understatement. When he finally left an hour later, I had to collect myself for another hour or so before I could even try to comprehend the act he had done to me. Walking was a problem, and I knew I was getting many side glances because of it when I went shopping for the Christmas meal I was going to cook.

Some of the goods had to be prepared a day prior, others I could start in the morning of our special day. It's been some time since we've seen Theo's entire pack, so I was just as excited. They always seemed like pleasant, genuine people.

As promised, Theo was there the next day, bound to our bed, so I could ride him whenever I wanted, which I used quite a lot that day, whenever I had little time between preparations. But at night, he had full responsibility.

The day we hosted Christmas, I put Theo to work but kept a close eye on him. Between making coffee and a simple breakfast, this man was hopeless. But he did everything after my very detailed instructions. Until it was time to hear the first knock. My handsome fiancé, already dressed to impress, opened the door to a cheerful Lydia.

As soon as I heard her angelic voice, I ran out of the kitchen and pulled her off her feet. I'm just glad to see her again after studying abroad for a while. Though I had to apologize myself to get back to work on our meal.

Not long after she accompanied me, both of us had a glass of wine. „Scott brings to more people. I hope that's not a problem?” she asked me nonchalantly, knowing I was cooking more than anyone could eat.

„Not at all. Who is it? Anyone, I know?“

„I have no idea. Nobody wanted to tell me anything.“

„Strange, but okay, I've made enough to feed a battalion. You could never know what stray Scott will bring next, could you?” We giggled so heartily that we didn't even notice Alec, Ian, Amalia, and Rayn walking in. Only them clearing their throat alerted us. „Eavesdropping, are we?“ I asked sheepishly. „Come here, grab a wine glass and jump into our conversation!“

Soon half the pack was there, many of them happily sipping with us a bit of wine before dinner.

We almost only waited on Scott at that point. „Theo?“

„Yes, babe?“

„When Scott comes, please bring him and his two guests directly to the dining room, okay? The rest of you can sit down there, as well!“ Everyone happily followed my instructions except for Lydia, who stayed by my side and whispered gossip to me.

„Nooooolaaan!“ My voice carried effortlessly to the open front door. I only had to hear his voice to call him immediately. Theo sometimes was jealous of this little bean, but he shouldn’t be.

With a wide happy smile, Nolan came wandering into my palace, my kitchen, a small gift in his hand, as we met for a tight bear hug. „God, I missed you!“

„I missed you too, smolly!“ „Yeah, no. I take it back!“

„Oh, come on, I know you love the nickname!“ A cheeky grin on his lips, which made me smile broadly back at him, broke all walls I had for this boy. Christmas was never a good time of year for him, but seeing him smile on a day like this made my head spin.

And then, hopefully, the last knock of the night, Scott's voice carried through the house, more cheerful than any other time he'd visited, followed by the soft voices of the two people he'd brought with him. For some reason, they sounded familiar. Which wasn't that hard considering they might be people I've met before.

„Would you two help me bring in the food? I can do a lot, but that's too much food for me to carry alone!” I asked my two friends with a smile. Without wasting a second, they took away bowls and plates. With me behind, in my hands, a plate full of turkey.

Laughing about a joke Nolan had told us, we finally came into the warm, decorated dining room.

As soon as I entered the room, while Nolan and Lydia were already putting their things down, I could see Scott with a warm smile. Just as we were about to greet each other, I saw the two people he had brought into my house.

My heart stopped. From the corner of my eye, I could see Scott smile even wider with happiness. I was frozen. If this hadn't been the case, I would have dropped the plate with all our turkey on the floor.

At that moment, they both got up and came to me. „NO!“ I suddenly screamed, painful memories filling my mind back up. It made them both stop, looking at each other in concern. 

„Are you all right, sweetie? Do we need to get you back to the facility? You know he had a mental break in his early teens. Back then, it helped a lot at the time!“

I wanted so badly to scoff at that, but I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t listen to me. Again they tried to approach, but I screamed at them even louder to stay away from me. Only this time, they did not listen to me. Just as they were a step or two away, anger rose inside of me. I was willing to sacrifice the food I had worked on for two days to get them away from me.

Before anything could have happened, I was suddenly pulled back by two strong arms. „He said that he doesn’t want you to come closer!“ Never has Theo’s voice sounded better in my ears. Knowing I was safe, I flopped a little against his powerful chest.

„Don’t be so dramatic!“ Scott rolled his eyes as he told me that. „I contacted your parents and found out why you are not talking. They graciously offered to accept your apology and would even let you get back to your family!“ He could barely hold his excitement in.

Suddenly all panic was gone out of my system. Emptiness replaced every emotion I had before. „They graciously offer to accept MY apology?“ I asked through clenched teeth, my eyes on Scott.

„Yes, isn’t that sweet of them! They would accept you even though you are this overdramatic.“

„Someone take the turkey out of my hand!“ My voice was quiet, anger radiating from it. „NOW!“ I suddenly screamed, forcing Isaac to jump up and take the plate from my hands.

For a moment, I just stood there, seething with anger, so angry no one dared speak.

„Theo, did you know about this?“ I couldn’t turn around in his arms. If I could see in his eyes that he actually knew about it, I would have ended it immediately.

„No!“ he quickly blurted out, realizing that what happened between my parents and me goes much deeper than what Scott said. „And how could he find them? I changed my last name when I was eighteen. Only three people know my first last name, and Nolan, as well as Lydia, would’ve never told anyone.“

„I-I told Scott.“ He confessed quickly. „He asked too many questions about your parents. It just fell out!“

„I understand. We'll talk later. Maybe our engagement was too early.“ With that said, I pushed myself out of his arms, closer to my parents, but with my eyes still on Scott.

„If you really believed a single word, my parents told you, then you are not only naive but stupid as well.“ Startled, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

„You can’t talk to Scott or your parents like this!“ Mason threw suddenly in. „Don't you know any manors? He's the leader of our group!“

„Mason, stop!“ Liam was quick to intertwine, but it was already too late. His best friend had already poked the beehive.

„Glad I'm not part of your little group. Only Theo is part of it, in case you forgot. Just because I'm friends with some of you doesn't mean I'm a member of it, and to be honest, if it means meddling in things none of you have any part in. I'm glad not to be a part of your little, pathetic group!“

After all of this, I finally turned back to my parents. „And you, out of my house!“

„You can't kick us out! It sure isn't yours!“

„If you think my fiancé can pay for a house like this, you are delusional! It is my house, paid in full before I let it get built and I throw you out!“

„Stop being so overdramatic!“ Scott screamed again, his alpha voice was audible, but it didn’t affect me. „Scott, you and everyone that knew of this is no longer welcome in my house either! Go now before I use force!“

With that, I walked out, but before I could leave the room. A rather rough hand grabbed my arm. Thousands of terrible memories spoiled my brain. My breathing quickened, my heartbeat already fast from all the anger, went into overdrive. I could already feel dizziness overcoming my brain. Too weak to break free from the grip that had put me in my horrific scenarios and positions.

„Go away!“ I tried to scream, but my body was just too weak. „Let go of me!“ But the hand didn’t leave my skin. Tears streamed down my face. Which just moments ago had been sore with laughter, more relaxed than it had been in many years.

Nobody came to my aid, just as so many years ago. As I relived the nightmare I was running from, a particular chord stirred inside me out of nowhere. My foggy brain slowly cleared, forcing me to breathe properly again, all the fear that had once frozen me becoming irrelevant.

Even if I did open up and let my fiancé know something, I begged God never needed to be revealed. Now it had to be done.

With fiery anger in my eyes, I looked once more straight into my father's eyes, whose hand was still tightly gripping my forearm.

In one quick movement, his grip disappeared, and all that remained was a painful sensation in my clenched fist as he slipped out of my direct line of sight, leaving me with my mother. Her eyes begged me not to. But I did it anyway. Only to feel her nose crack under the immense pressure.

„I know why you disgusting vail people are here, and now neither my fiancé nor I will give you money. At least as long as you won’t give me the money that you got from renting me out!“

„Just call it babysitting!“ Mason ordered me.

But a vicious smile became evident on my face. „I do not talk about babysitting. Do you want to tell them, or should I?“ I directly asked my parents, not lowering my eyes at all.

I only imagined them quivering in fear of being openly seen as such bad people who would do something this horrible to their own child.

„They rented me out to-“

„Shut up!“ My oh-so-sweet mother suddenly interrupted me. Her eyes indeed widened, fearful of what I could tell them.

„They rented me out to rich people to do what they want with me. The first time I still remember vividly, I was five years old. And this old, fat, disgusting man touched me everywhere. I was so disgusted about what he did to me. I became numb in the following years. Not everyone wanted that from me. Some just forced me to work for them. All that to fill their own pockets even more!“

„Bullshit, no parents would do that to their own children! You would say anything not to apologize to your kind parents for treating them like dirt!“

„Scott, it is true.“ Lydia's voice was soft but firm. Her alpha’s eyes jumped over to her, confused. „When my father still lived, they offered my family, him as well. My father was so disgusted that he threatened with an FBI investigation if they wouldn’t stop it. Shortly after, he died. When he came here to live without her, I asked my mother about his family, and she made some gruesome discoveries. Please show them the marks under your upper arms and on your inner upper legs.“

„No.“ I just told her, not only comfortable but horrified.

To everyone's surprise, Scott stood up from his chair and lunged forward at me, ripping my nice shirt into pieces. Most likely to reveal that there was nothing. But to his sad horror, my whole body was a battlefield, with scars, burn scars, and even ripped chunks of flesh in places. Only the forceful made tattoos on my body were removed.

„How?“ It was the only word that came out of his mouth.

„I never went swimming with any of you, always sitting fully clothed with you, never switching clothes in front of anyone. Not in a million years did I want someone to know. Especially not the only person I ever loved. But thanks to you and your self-righteousness, he knows now.“

At this point, I didn't even dare to look at Theo anymore. Humiliated and disgusted by me. I could already feel my courage and strength slowly dissipating within me. „Either you go now, or I will force you out! All of you!“

Now everyone was shocked. As soon as I told them to get out, I couldn't hold back the tears that fell down my face like waterfalls. Someone tried to grab me, but I jumped out of the way just in time. Theo’s face was painful as I rejected his hand.

But otherwise, nothing happened. Not one person moved. Only the agonizing groans of my parents holding their faces could be heard.

No one stopped me as I walked out of the room, probably assuming I would leave until they were gone. They waited until they were sure I was gone, but I was in the room getting ready.

Lydia again told the story and that she started being friends with me to make sure nothing happened to me, but at some point, my parents stopped that friendship. But when Nolan came forward and explained how he found out, Theo nearly ripped him apart just because he saw my naked body once when I wasn't paying attention.

I let them talk as much as I could. But when my mother tried to say something, I got irrationally angry. Storming back into the room, this time with a sword in my hands, I immediately held it against Scott. „If you are not out of my house in two seconds, I will cut you in pieces.“ My face didn't say anything. It was entirely blank, like the mask I wore when I told people everything was fine.

Scott, who seemed to think I wasn't going to attack him, proved him wrong when he didn't leave when the two seconds were up. A beautiful extensive cut across his chest, open and dripping with blood. Not closing as it should have. „Wolfsbane is something nice to have when your fiancé’s friends are werewolves, don’t you think, Scott?“ A grin sinfully twisted my face as I audibly threatened his death.

„But you are a nice person!“ He lamented soon after. Over with his shit for a long time, I took another swing at him, cutting open his arm.

„Yes, and you've gone too far. Now go or die. I don't care! But either way, you will never put another foot in my house!“

He obviously took the way out, which actually kept him running for longer than three seconds. Even though their alpha went out, nobody followed him. I had to threaten the rest with the same fate. I yelled after them that no one who knew of this plan would ever be welcome back into my home.

Only Lydia, Nolan, and Theo remain. My parents ran away when they first saw my sword. They were obviously aware of their foolish decision to let me train when I was younger so they could boast in front of their friends.

Without saying another word, I brought my sword away and left for upstairs. As I closed our bedroom door, I could hear Lydia starting to yell at Theo. In their screaming, there was also the sound of our front door opening but not closing until a couple of moments later, followed by some clinks and rattles.

Soon two different footsteps echoed down the hallway. I didn't even realize they were coming up the stairs. As a soft knock sounded inside my room, I almost jumped out of my skin. „Go away!“ I tried to be louder, but this day had taken too much energy from me.

Without my consent, the door suddenly opened, at first, I was angry, but when I saw Nolan's cute face, all I could do was smile. „Hey, we have some food for you! After so much work, you should at least eat something.“ He gently asked me, not sounding like an order, but stern enough so that I could hear his concern.

He opened the door a little more since I didn't say anything about him leaving me alone, only to show Isaac, who was also holding plates. „Why is he here?“ Nolan looked sheepishly to the floor.

„You know my family is almost perfect, maybe a bit pretentious, but I couldn't help you, but Isaac here has some experiences of his own."

„Right, but not even closely as bad as yours, but my dad was still a horrible human being.“

A heavy sight escaped my lips. „Okay, come in.“ I told both of them, which they happily did, closing the door behind them. „At least you are handsome enough to make Theo jealous, especially when we see each other often.“

„But I don’t swing that way.“ Isaac told me, scratching the back of his head, plates all spread out over my bed.

„That doesn’t matter. He is already jealous of Nolan, even though he his Gabesexual.“ The talked-about man blushed furiously at my comment.

„Who is Gabe?“

„Nolan’s mythical boyfriend. He is an absolute stud if you ask me, and maybe even a little douchy, but he loves our little bean, so I accepted him, even though I threatened to cut off his tail if he ever broke Nolan's heart.“

„What?“ Nolan screamed, interrupting our little conversation. „He is so tame because of your threat? But I liked his douchiness!“

„Then tell him! I'm sure he'll be happy to do whatever you want to get you in bed more often. Or this is all a ploy to make you go crazy, so you would finally crack that innocent mask of yours and show him what a little perv you really are!“

„You two are texting, aren’t you?“ Isaac suddenly inquired.

„Maybe, maybe not.“

„He did the same to me with my girlfriend.“ His hand over his face in slight embarrassment. „It worked, didn't it? I heard a lot of good things about your bed life.“ „You two are still texting? What is she telling you?“

„Oh, a lot Isaac. A lot.“ My eyes traveled over his body, pausing at his crotch for a second only to travel to his hands. „A lot.“  

„This was a bad idea.“ As he was about to leave, I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back a bit.

„I only look out for you guys. When I learned something from my past, to communicate correctly. It took me long enough to get Theo to do it, so I helped your partners force you to start your long journey.“

We talked for hours about everything and nothing until we got to what had happened before Isaac told me about his life, how his father abused him, locked him up, hit him in a lightbulb almost daily, and so on. He even showed off his own scars scattered across his body where his father would hit him with broken glass bottles and other things. It helped a bit to know I wasn’t completely alone.

Lydia had given up at some point, storming off. Theo didn't dare go upstairs. Until at least Nolan and Isaac left, which wasn't before bedtime. I had brought all the plates downstairs to find Theo waiting in our living room. When he saw me, he jumped up, his face was sunken, and sadness overcame him.

I didn’t acknowledge him at all. He followed me like a lost, hurt puppy, even back upstairs, but as soon as I entered our bedroom, I stopped before he could enter. „At the moment, I can’t trust you, so you either sleep in the guest room or downstairs on the couch.“

„But-“ His plead was shut off as I slammed the door shut and locked it. I heard a quiet thud but nothing else. Laying in our bed alone felt weird, and sleep did not come for hours. Later on, because I had to pee and was thirsty. During the night, I had to leave the room because Theo didn't have a chance to put our usual two water cups on top of our respective bedside tables like he usually does.

As I went to open the door, my heart suddenly fell a bit. There, right in front of the door, lay Theo, his body slightly shivering. Even though I wanted him to understand his misdeed, that was too much for me. I grabbed my favorite comforter and put it on him before getting water for both of us.

Hours later, I was still awake, already making breakfast, as suddenly Theo came downstairs, his head disheveled, but said nothing. His eyes were on the floor whenever I was near until he or I walked into another room.

I chose office work and later went to one of my restaurants. In the evening, Theo lay in front of our bedroom door again, already fast asleep. Sighing, I retrieved a fluffy rug from my office and rolled Theo onto it, followed by one of my pillows.

Again laying in bed, sleep again did not come for me. I rolled and trashed around. Finally swallowing my pride, I stepped out of the room and went under his blanket. With the small rug, it was actually quite comfortable. His arms immediately pulled me to him, sniffing a big whiff of my body odor only to sigh peacefully in his sleep with a smile on his lips.

I also could only smile, finally being in the arms of my most precious love.

„Good morning!“ At some point, I heard the joyful voice of the man I love close to my ear. I stirred awake in a panic until I remembered the last night. „You are warm.“ A dark chuckle fell from his lips.

„Here we are again.“ Able to hear his eyes rolling, he dared open his arms to let me go. But I just pressed them to shut around me again.

„Idiot!“ I murmured angrily, hot salty tears streaming down my cheeks again. Theo was confused and appalled by my sudden reaction. He thought I had started shit with him again, but I was only glad to be back in his warm arms.

Not knowing what to do, he hugged me even tighter to his chest. Either to smother me or to give me the love I so desperately need. Both have been good to me. We lay there for a while. If it had been possible, we would’ve been there for the rest of eternity, but my phone ringing without pause finally forced us apart again.

Soon I was out of the house once more, leaving Theo alone. When I got back, food was already served or at least warmed up, considering Theo is forbidden to cook anything but a light breakfast. „Lydia came by and took a lot of the food with her.“ Theo told me, waiting at our dining table.

"We need to talk," I plainly stated, sitting on the other side of said table.

"Why didn't you ever tell me? I wouldn't have looked at you any other way!" It was sweet of him, but my answer wasn't going to be as kind as his words.

„Why did you tell Scott what I asked you to keep a secret?“ His mouth opened for a second. Until his eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth closed. His lips were a neutral line. He had answered his question himself. „Exactly. That is the reason why I feel we should postpone our wedding until we're sure that's what we want and until I can trust you again.“

Never in my life would I have thought I would see the heartbreak in the eyes of the only man I have ever loved. „I understand. Do you want me to move out?“

"As always, you don't listen. I told you we were postponing our wedding, not that I was breaking up with you."

„What do you mean?“

„Let us have a long engagement. I can’t trust you. Therefore we have to find out if this is a problem or if you somehow learn to shut your pretty mouth about the secrets I share with you.“

Theo looked defeated. He knew that there was no way he could argue against it. How so, after everything that had happened on that day?

„We will see a couples counselor, and you will also start individual therapy. I've already worked through my problems, but maybe, I'll get back into it too. After all, it could only be profitable for me.“

„But I don’t need-“

„Do you want to marry me?“

„Well, yes, but-“

„Then you will go to therapy. Not only to get the death of your parents out of your active mind but also to get rid of your sick obsession to get Scott’s approval. If he or anyone else still believes you're a terrible person, that's their problem, not yours.“

At this point, my fiancé could only nod his head. After all, everything is his fault. I would have told him one day, maybe when my parents finally died, or I would have felt comfortable talking about it.

„And I meant what I said. Nobody in your pack that knew of this or defended Scott's action is welcome here anymore. And especially not Scott. If he trespasses on any of my properties, I will kill him. He wouldn’t be the first werewolf I kill.“

His downcast look was suddenly embarrassed. It was another secret he had no idea about. I knew long before I came to beacon hIlls about the supernatural and was forced at age nine to kill an already hurt werewolf. Since then, I've gone deaf every time I've had to do it to death and kill someone. Which made it easier to look past Theo’s horrible deeds.

We ate in quite this time around. Theo rarely dared to look at me directly. As we finished, I stood suddenly up, making my chair squeak over the floor, setting my fiancé on edge.

I walked right up to him, pulling him out of his chair and upstairs. In our bedroom, where I pushed him onto our shared bed, he looked so confused - it was delicious. He immediately saw the wolfsbane pills and knew what was happening. Without question, he took one and quickly put us on the same level. The ninth was still young, and I needed Theo now. Maybe it was toxic of me to use his fragile mental state after all of this to get him to get intimate with me. But I only saw it as compensation for what he had done, and after all, he loved it just as much and maybe even more than me. For some reason, especially when he wins our little fight. As a reward, he gets to take me doggy style. Most likely some strange natural behavior, considering he is part wolf.

I could only hope that this didn't destroy our happy little life. Besides his inability to keep secrets, he is literally perfect for me. Only time will tell.

[Masterlist]

[gablegrip]

if you’re hearing WHAT IT COSTS by BAD OMENS playing, you have to know SUDESH BASRA (HE/HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the 38 year old RETIRED ATHLETE, NOW OWNER OF READY PLAYER ONE has been in town for, like, ON AND OFF THEIR WHOLE LIFE. they’re known to be quite STUBBORN, but being LOYAL seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble RAHUL KOHLI. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those COOL UNCLE, FAMILY DINNERS AROUND A TABLE, WORN OUT CONVERSE SNEAKERS, YELLING AT ESPN AS IF THEY CAN HEAR, DOING THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT PEOPLE EXPECT, TALKING TO PLANTS TO HELP THEM GROW vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around BRIGHTSIDE long enough!

BASICS:

NAME:  sudesh basra.

NICKNAMES: bas/h.

AGE: thirty-eight. 

ETHNICITY: punjabi.

BIRTHDAY: march.

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: he/him, cis man.

SEXUALITY: no labels.

OCCUPATION: owner of ready player one, formerly a professional mixed martial arts athlete and former UFC middleweight champion.

CONNECTIONS: 

aria gomez (younger step sister) and alicia (niece) who he is very close to.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

former mma rivalry.

an athlete he’s training.

partner/wife/husband or on the flip side flings/exes/fwb, i don’t have anything set out for him partner wise so things can easily be changed if there’s a wc you’re interested in.

PHYSICAL:

HAIR COLOUR: black, greying.

EYE COLOUR: brown.

HEIGHT: 6 foot 2.

PIERCINGS: none. 

TATTOOS: littered over his body, most notably a compass on the back of his hand. 

SCARS: many from fighting including — but not limited to — his right eyebrow, around his eyes, and scalp. he also has deformed ears from hematoma auris (cauliflower ear) due to repeated trauma to that area, and a slightly crooked nose from several breaks. 

BIOGRAPHY:

raised by a loving and large family, sudesh’s parents (a british indian mother and an indian father from america) divorced when he was young, and despite it being tough, it ultimately ended in a bigger and larger family. he loves his step siblings as though they’re his own, particularly his younger sister aria with whom he is the closest to. family gatherings are far but weird, they’re full of love and food.

originally enrolling in karate when he was young — as a form of self-defence against bullies — everything really started when his parents caved in to his relentless begging to join a school wrestling club, which soon lead to mixed martial arts training and camps. while he was academically smart, studying to become a nutritionist always played in the background for somebody who liked to be on his toes. 

hard of hearing in one ear due to a complicated perforated eardrum, has trouble locating sounds. 

his final score 14-6-1. most mixed martial arts athletes retire in their mid to late thirties and bash was no exception, he was aware of the wear and tear long before retiring, the repetitive concussions already manifesting in headaches and forgetfulness.

besides being a full time nerd, sudesh volunteers his time to help train lesser known athletes whom he thinks have been overlooked.

in stark contrast to his history in combat sport, bash isn’t described as aggressive. he’s never been a person to throw punches unless he’s getting paid, or — more importantly — when somebody is threatening his family and friends. to those passing by, he can appear quiet, aloof, and in his own world, but very much has a light-hearted and mischievous side if the chance arises.

+ will add more when the muse develops! 

[soranihimawari]

Serpens

word count: 1.4k

pairing: nanami x neighbor! reader

rating: t/m due to medical scene involving reader helping stitch up nanami

there are a few things you are required to know before you walk into the clinic. one, curses are real nasty. two, your friends keep thinking you aren't read into their world behind the scenes. three, you have an unnatural talent to sense when death rears its beautiful head. and four, when death truly comes to visit, you hiss like a cat to scare it away.

three months later from this personal revelation on a sunday afternoon, your neighbor struggles with opening his door. he was tall, super blonde, and downright gorgeous in cobalt blue paired with khaki. he moved in around a month back stating he had a new job starting in the finance department of a small start up company. you also pick up on the subtle way he leaves as quietly as possible before your alarms set off and returns in the wee hours of the night.

jumping back to the present, you are coming home from a late night bar hopping night with your girlfriends from the law office. you were the most sober by the time you arrived at your door, still a little tipsy, but sober enough to notice your neighbor frustratedly trying to open his door. you ignore the blood on his shoes as the drip trail is due to the cut on his mid-torso. you smell sulfur though, it is a thing you do not comment on, however you tell him to hand his keys to you.

"i got it," you softly smile up at him.

post unlocking his front door, you hand him back the keys and usher him inside his own home.

"have a good night, err..." you read the nameplate next to his unit number. "nanamin-san."

you bow and enter your own home after he nods and closes his door.

you prepare yourself for bed post washing off the grime of the bar and at the three am hour, you wake up with a jolt. something was terribly wrong. you sense it, you know you do, even your cat meows in the corner facing one of the walls that align with your neighbor's apartment. you grab your jacket within the closet to only head out to protect your neighbor from certain death. you knock on the door for as long as you can before he, disheveled hair and pajamas pants and all, answers.

"nanami-san, are you alright?" your brows are furrowed concerned.

"...mmhm," he hums. "it's three in the morning, what is it?"

"death looms near," you warn. your face is earnest and honest, thus causing him to straighten his posture up; nanami invites you inside and you walk behind him. the door closes, you pick up on the subtleties of his motifs: simple colors, bold furniture choices. he puts a kettle on the stove and you divulge in his curiosity.

“been seeing less of ‘em,” you explain. you’re a bit bashful when you thank him for riding this block of its afflictions.

“you see them too, now that is something i’d never expect to hear from a neighbor,” nanami casually states after the water boils and the steam whistle blows.

you tell him about your childhood, how you thought the “curses” were just other people’s imaginary friends until one year in high school there was a disappearance case of a small manned chess team—“they were never seen or heard from again. only clue was their sponsor’s decapitated head rolling around the forest.”

you don’t expect him to believe you, but he does… until four in the morning rolls and you both seem to have exchanged enough bb takes of survival for one night.

“i’ll see myself out, nanami-san , just rest, ok?” you smile right when you reach the door. before you go, you turn around to peek over your shoulder: “don’t move so much, it will cause your self-inflicted stitches to tear and your wound will be infected. i’m taking the day off, but I have more steadier hands. leave this unlocked for me and i will return with other items besides that alcohol you seem to be an avid fan of.”

he says nothing but he nods. leaning back in his chair, he stares up at the ceiling with a sly smile. perhaps moving here wasn’t such a bad idea.

returning less than twenty minutes later, you gently, but firmly announce your presence and nanami hunts a bit.

“did anyone ever tell you that in a fight you should dodge?”

he chuckles, yet seriously masks it when you ask him to lift his shirt.

“you’re bleeding through it, i’m a medical examiner for crime scenes, so let me stitch you up properly, ok?”

humble beginnings for two young adults began this night. you stayed up with him through every slight wince up until your needle was put to rest. nanami thanks you for your time and you ask him if it's ok to nap on the couch saying you'd return to your abode next door the moment you need to, "because work is a thing and also, aren't you a part-time teacher?"

nodding, he tells you what he does outside of the office. there are brief mentions of his high school senior's students he takes under his wing to help them sharpen their tactics when fighting the cursed spirits.

it's nearly christmas the next time you truly cross paths. work in the clinic and end of quarters reports have been causing you both to sleep less at home and more in office. though when you have time, you slip a note under your neighbor's door wishing him safe travels if he asks you to pick up his mail and/or if you know he seems a bit stressed out, you send him your favorite adage to help him turn the work he does around: "take it easy, nanami-san."

imagine your surprise when he shows up to your door one december morning, you still half dressed in your scrub pants and dry-fit long sleeve undershirt, you answer post checking the peephole.

"i think you have the wrong unit, nanami-san," pointing to the door to your left. "your place is over-"

"yln-san, have dinner with me?"

"huh?" you're sure you heard him right, yet he slightly rambles a bit. he is slightly shy and coy when mentions he never really thanked you for taking care of him the night you came over to stitch him up even if you had an ominous pit in your stomach.

"...hauntingly bleak 'death looms near,'" he concludes. "so, will you have dinner with me?...please?"

your eyes sort of soften and you sort of blush since he brought up the notes you seem to like (now love) to sneak under his door. the latest one? a fun fact about the constellation of of serpens. it's one of the longest constellations ever and you mention you hope your acquaintanceship turns into a friendship especially now since you remind him rest is essential to survival.

"tonight," you answer. "i'll be ready by eight tonight. is that a reasonable time to come over? i worked the night shift..."

nanami runs a hand of his through his blonde hair, boyish smile and all, saying he's looking forward to seeing you then.

"get some rest doctor," he chooses to be bold since he notices you eyeing his hands (your imagination running away with you for the moment). "you may need it."

as he walks away you close your door, walk toward the couch, grab the nearest pillow and squeal/scream into it. that was unequivocally one of the hottest moments you have had with him. you flip over on the couch, drift off to sleep, while nanami joins the rest of the daytime workforce.

so as you finish the wicked cat-eye winged eyeliner. since it was a casual dinner among friendly neighbors, you decide to bring a wine you had yet to open. dressed in a semi-casual attire (jeans and collared shirt with some easy slide on boater shoes), you head out of your place with said bottle of wine in your hands and your phone in your back pocket with good luck texts from your work girl friends from the clinic.

inhaling deeply before raising your fist to knock on his door, you feel your heart flutter in hoping this leads to new, exciting things. what you don't know is nanami secretly is hoping for the same.

perhaps tomorrows are not promised to sorcerers out there, but the truth of the matter is, when one becomes entangled with a healer of sorts, things seem to align for the pair to seize the night.

[isa1vh]

i can't stand a mf who bas a superiority complex over having "more realistic" interpretations of crp characters. like let's not bash other ppls interps when ur fav somehow evaded police capture because a baldheaded man who can't emote past an eyebrow raise dragged him into the woods

[claireelle18]

Cruel Times

He's been here for a season already, earning him that small reputation of bad boy, a shiny toy with a high price. Trying to keep her distance each time, yet here she is in the middle of the night next to him. The high price being paid of no one knowing the secret of them being something.

Only a barrier of a gate and his car door separating the two. His smirk and laugh as he continues to sign jerseys, photos, anything that fans have for him to autograph, his cover for not keeping his eyes glued to the frame of her in front of him.

His presence killing her, always waiting out below the arena. The young fan next to her rolling her eyes at the connection the two electively ignore. Her presence regular at this time of night, most of the players have left by now, but a few still linger inside. "You're killing me smalls," he chimes at her, trying to rise a reaction out of her. Fans around them just think it's friendly banter, a regular fan and the younger player.

"We both know you want me more than I want you," the witty snap comes out from her pink lips accompanied by a wink.

"That's it folks," the lady cop says, ending the small session of autographs. The almost illegal tinted window rolls back up after a quick wave to the fans. What she doesn't know is his phone in his hand, already swiping away at the message: "See you in 20."

Dismissing herself from the barrier, a brisk walk to her car, dreading the long elevator ride up to his city view apartment. Sneaking around, being a sliver of careless. Those at the barrier must have had an inkling. Her hands desperate to explore his body further. She was a secret. His secret.

______________________________________________________________

The following morning, an unusual amount of dread fills her up. Coffee fills her nostrils, the same routine each time. It's been consuming her thoughts consistently since their bashful, semi-careless flirting became something more. What is she to him? Does he want something more? Weeks have passed since the original night that catapulted them into this routine.

A strong tug back into a solid form breaks her from her thoughts. She ignores all instinct to hide anymore and flat out asks that question, "What are we? Because I cannot keep ignoring the fact that I think I am falling in love with you."

The hung open mouth and wide eye look tells her what she needs to know. Quick collection of her belongings and she's out the door without another word.

Weeks pass, the regular routine long over for both parties. Friends for both worried as neither seems to be their self.

"Just try to talk to her!" Tony exclaims. "Man, you look terrible now. Have you even made an effort towards her?" Ross tries to brush past Tony, but he persists. "I'm serious Ross. Texts, calls, sending her flowers? Anything at all?"

Ross knows he serious fucked up. Outside of Tony knowing, the other guys on the team have started to notice his change. He shakes his head no. Hanging his head low in the vending machine light, "We...I..I would just fuck it up in these trying times. Playoffs are in a few weeks. How could I get tangled up with her when I need to focus on that?"

"These trying times?!" Tony shakes his head, "You really do not understand. These trying times is when you both need each other the most. You didn't give her a trying chance! You let her leave, did not even chase after her that morning. Now look at you. I say this because I can see a difference in you, and so can the rest of the team. Neither of you we're trying!"

Little did he know, she was experiencing the same. Her friends asking if she was going to give the tall left wing a second chance. She refused to budge on her side, but her friends persisted with telling her to give him a chance.

"You left him! No chance to even speak for himself that morning," her best friend reminded her.

"Well he has my phone number and he knows where I live," she explained.

"You are the one who changed the routine, who basically broke it off. What do you expect him to just show up with apology flowers and explain himself to you?" challenged her friend. For the first time in weeks, the realization hit her. What was she expecting from this? Exactly what her friend said? Her mind was clouded, but she stood her ground.

"He will be the last to know that I am not my normal self. He has had his time. It was cruel to be in that situationship, felling one sided, and it's cruel to be without him."

The bar was busy for a Thursday night, shots passed around, more drinks sent their way. Inside the back of an Uber, she started crying like a baby. All she wanted to do was to go back up to his place, forget that these past weeks even existed, be back in his arms. "I'm fine," she said when she noticed her friend and the Uber driver looking at her. It wasn't true. She held herself together pretty well, but the alcohol allowed all those pent up emotions to bubble to the surface.

She just wanted to scream her love for him. Not just to scream it anywhere, but to tell him, and for him to tell her back.

Before her feelings scared her into not doing it, she had the Uber driver take her to his place. That silent, long, dreaded elevator ride to his apartment. Her nerves eating away at her every second it took. Arriving at his apartment, she knocked the small three knocks she always used with him. No answer. Giving it a few more minutes, she knocked again. Nothing.

Returning home, and feeling defeated, she poured another glass of wine. She was upset, he was probably preoccupied with someone new. Someone that he's not scared of letting those around him know about the two of them. Determined to have a self pity party, she found a romantic movie of sorts, when the knock broke her from her current state.

Not even taking a second to glance through the peep hole, she pulled the door back. There he stood, a bouquet of poppy tulips grasped in one hand, the other hand running through his already messy hair. "I'm done keeping secrets. I'm done hiding my feelings. Just to keep you, there cannot be any more secrets. The whole world can know for all I care." He reached out, pulling her into him. "I love you," he whispered, a grin creeping across his face. "I love you," he said louder.

"I love you too, you meanie," she giggled.

[aria0fgold]

Sunny stared at the pale figure who had just slain both of his inner demons, turning the lights OFF by bashing the dark-bulb that kept the truth away from him, Omori and Something had faded to nothing, now the man himself was the only light source.

Sunny stuttering said "Tha-thank y-you m-m-Mr. th-The ba-Batter."

The glowing figure turned to the boy and said, "You should leave from this zone, there is nothing left for you here."

Sunny once again muttered with a stutter "I-I can't see, and-d… I’m… afraid of the dark…"

The being put a hand on the boy's shoulder "From now on, there will be no more darkness." and with that statement, White-Space's appearance changed back to match it's name.

As Sunny and The Batter walked forward they found a new door, Sunny a third time spoke to his savior "H-hey m-mister The Batter?" thus The Batter once again replied "Yes Sir?" as he opened the door for Sunny, revealing a bright yet painless light.

"C-could I call you dad?" Sunny begged with his eyes,

"No" The Batter said, taking off his hat and putting it on Sunny's head "You may call yourself Sunny" he said as he gently yet firmly pushed Sunny through the door.

When Sunny awoke he felt like a new person, a sense of hope and responsibility filled his soul,

and for once in a long, long time, he looked forward to the day ahead of him.

OOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO COOL :O OMORI's super secret ending.

[dandelionarchive]

┊ Covetousness [a jicheol oneshot]

— “Why are you being impatient, baby? Hindi naman ako tatakbo."

title: Covetousness. word count: 2,575 words pairing: jihoon x seungcheol characters: jihoon, seungcheol, jeonghan, seokmin, mingyu, minghao language: english (narration), tagalog (dialogue) genre: nsfw, heavy teasing. content warning: contains nsfw content. summary: when jihoon felt jealousy because of a fancam fanservice of his husband.

“Jihoon! Kanina pa tunog ng tunog phone mo rito. Hindi mo ba ‘to ichecheck?” Jeonghan asked.

Jihoon shrugged as he drank the last bit of his third glass of Mojito. “Hayaan mo ‘yan. Badtrip pa rin ako.” He turned back to the bartender. “Another Mojito please,” he ordered and smiled at him.

They were at the bartender stand close to the pool. Minghao and Mingyu were busy doing their own thing, taking photos of each other and maybe touring the other side of the resort. Who cares about that, anyway? Jihoon’s feeling quite the unimaginable jealousy he had felt since Seungcheol’ career started.

“Huwag ka naman magpakalasing. Mahirap ka kaya buhatin,” Jeonghan chimed an irritated look at his friend.

“Okay lang. Gapang na lang ako, psh,” he answered in a nonchalant tone.

Jeonghan could only sigh in defeat. As much as he wanted to take his friend’s drink, he knew too well how Jihoon would not hesitate to throw a tantrum in public. “One Martini please,” he said to the bartender, who gladly made his drink.

As they say, if you can’t beat them, join them. And in this case, that’s what Jeonghan will do.

They were in the midst of enjoying their own drinks while discussing some of the pointers at the conference earlier when a pair of men approached them.

“Hi? Would you mind if we join the two of you?” One of them asked, both holding a bottle of expensive beer.

Jeonghan cocked an eyebrow as he looked at them, while Jihoon threw a bored look at the pair. “Yes. Please get lost,” he said in a bored tone. And the way the two strangers glanced at each other, it appeared that they took his answer the wrong way.

They were both pretty built and seemed to be foreigners, but they wouldn’t compare to Seungcheol and Seokmin’s built. Jihoon ordered another glass of Mojito when he felt unfamiliar hands on his waist. His eyebrows furrowed as he turned his attention back to the strangers who approached them.

“Stop playing hard to get, pretty. I know you’re looking for well-built men. I’ve been eyeing you since earlier and you kept on throwing glances at me, at us, if that mattered,” the irritating ego in the man’s voice annoyed the shit out of him.

“Anong klaseng delusyon meron ‘to?” He mumbled to himself. Jihoon was already having the most annoying day of his life, and yet, these two strangers still decided to add up to the piling shits. “Keep your hands off me,” he warned them, hands forming into small fists as he glared at him.

The man only smirked at him, as if he was enjoying the feisty behavior that Jihoon was showing.

‘Should I sue them for life imprisonment? Or pagbayaran ko ba sila ng danyos? Which option would make me feel better?’ He suddenly thought.

Just as when the man was about to force his way on him, a huge shadow towered from behind him. A familiar hand gripped the stranger’s shoulder, peeling him off him with force. “Should I break your hands for not listening to a word he just said?” His baritone voice made the man shiver in fear.

Seungcheol was wearing a black mask and shades, but it felt like he could see through them and take his soul for being such an asshole. “H-H-He was throwing dirty looks at m-m-me earlier…” The man stuttered as he forced his delusions out.

Jihoon shook his head. “Liar. I was just looking around. It was you who kept on glancing at us.”

“Get lost or I’ll bash your head on the countertop,” he growled as he gripped the stranger’s shoulder firmly, making the man wince in pain.

“Y-Y-You whore!” The man spat at him before he dashed out of the scene, taking his friend with him, who was also scared as fuck with Seokmin’s arrival.

The air was dark and intimate, as if tension had blended with the summery vibe they were enjoying earlier.

“Come with me,” Seungcheol uttered, gaze pierced on his husband’s eyes.

But Jihoon protested. “Ayoko. I’m gonna drink dito.”

The latter sighed as he took off his shades. “Do you want a scandal brewing here, Jihoon?”

He scoffed at him. “Go the fuck ahead. I wouldn’t care about another scandal, you thirst trap.”

Losing the last bit of patience he had, Seungcheol turned his attention to Seokmin and Jeonghan who were hugging each other. “Mauna na kami. Thank you ulit sa pagsabay, Vince,” he said, fist bumping with the other.

“No probs. Gusto ko rin mabantayan ‘tong isa, e.”

“Matt!” Jihoon exclaimed when his husband scooped him up, placing him over his shoulder and carrying him like a sack of rice. He gripped firmly on the back of his jacket, too stunned to even curse at him and too afraid to fall on the floor.

“Stay still, Jihoon. I’m trying my hardest not to fuck you outside,” Seungcheol’ tone was colder and firmer this time as he had lost the remaining patience he had.

The staff and other guests at the lobby were throwing glances at them as they Mingyued towards the elevator. He instantly stepped inside the elevator as soon as the doors were opened. There were others who were waiting to ride on it, but they were too scared to stay in the same elevator as the man who was covered with a thick and scary aura.

Seungcheol only placed Jihoon down when the elevator doors were closed. He removed his black mask and quickly pulled him to a tight back hug, arms around his waist and his face buried on the back of his head. “Dito ka lang. Sumasakit ng konti ‘yung ulo ko,” he mumbled, his hot breath brushing on his husband’s nape.

Jihoon felt a hot shiver run down his spine at the sudden contact. “Hmm…” He swallowed hard as he tried to move a little away from him, not wanting to let his body be swayed by his man’s sweet temptations.

His husband noticed this, but he decided to play along. “Sinong nagsabi na magtopless ka?” He asked as his hands started roaming around the front side of his body, from his lower abdomen up to his chest.

“T-Tumigil ka nga—ah…” Jihoon curled down when the latter cupped his chest and his inner thigh. “Stop… Stop… Stop…” He hissed under his breath, eyes brimming with tears as the heat engulfed him in a blink.

He was hot all over and found himself grinding against him in sheer desperation. It annoyed him how he suddenly became a hungry wolf at just his husband’s touch. Was it two or three months since they last did it?

“My pretty wifey missed me this much? And you’re even willing to get fucked in the elevator? How endearing~” He hummed sweetly on his ears as his hand traveled from his inner thigh to the bulge on his wet shorts.

Fortunately for them, the elevator was not stopping at any floors. It was just moving at a slowed pace, as if someone was controlling it.

Jihoon could feel the heat climbing up to his head, making him dizzier at each passing second. “Bakit ang tagal? Nasaan ba ang floor mo?” He whined at him, his fingers digging on his husband’s arms.

Seungcheol chuckled at his impatience. He was taking his sweet time kissing and biting his exposed shoulders when he answered him. “Sa pinaka last. Was it their penthouse floor? I’m not sure either, baby.”

“Stop… Stop biting… Galing ako sa p-pool and–and there’s—fuck, Seungcheol… May chlorine ‘yung balat ko…” He was panting and gasping and stumbling on his words each time he tried to stop him from biting and sucking his skin.

“I’m not gonna die with a little taste of chlorine, my love. But I can see how you’re at your limit. Do you want me to fuck you right here?” He offered as he pressed his bulging cock against the clothed gap of his ass cheeks.

This drew out the lust that Jihoon had been keeping to himself since Tempest’s busy schedule started. He held onto the side bar inside the elevator as his ass perked up, rubbing himself more against him. “We can't…” He whispered almost breathlessly, head throwing backwards as he let out a strangled moan.

Seungcheol’ hand was now inside his shorts and the latter growled as he realized how his husband was not wearing any underwear inside his swimming shorts. “My, my. What do we have here?” He mumbled as his lips reached his cheek. Seungcheol’ hand wrapped around his husband’s cock, giving it a tight squeeze before caressing it.

“Seungcheol…” He moaned, toes curling up and his knees subtly giving up as waves of pleasure washed over him. “M-Malapit na… Please, n-not here…” His words slurred out of his parched mouth as his husband continued to tease the life out of him.

And as soon as the elevator door opened at the last floor, Seungcheol scooped him up in a bridal carry and headed out of the elevator. He placed him down beside the door as he looked for his keycard on the back of his pockets.

“Dalian mo,” Jihoon muttered as he climbed on top of him, wrapping his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. This only distracted Seungcheol, luckily he was able to find his keycard and open the door with it.

“Why are you being impatient, baby? Hindi naman ako tatakbo,” he chuckled before claiming his lips.

The kiss was hot and sloppy, like it was their first time kissing each other’s mouth again for the last few weeks to months they have been busy.

“Hnnng…” Jihoon moaned in his mouth as his husband pressed his back against the wall.

The keycard fell from Seungcheol’ hand as he reached for the hem of Jihoon’s shorts, tugging it down until his ass was exposed but not fully removing them. He struggled a bit when he reached for his own pants, unzipping and unbuttoning it to take his cock out.

They didn’t have the right mind to bring themselves to their room as desire kept on taunting their senses.

“Fuck… Jihoon… Ang sikip mo…” He groaned loudly as he slammed his cock inside his tight hole.

Jihoon pressed the back of his head against the wall, mouth agape as his husband’s cock forced its way inside him, ripping his hole deliciously. “A-Ahh… Not too d-deep…” Jihoon whined as his cock instantly reached his ball of nerves.

“I’m not hearing you so clearly, my love,” Seungcheol teased him as he moved his hips, their bodies colliding in a rough manner as his cock slammed deeper, hitting his sensitive nerves again, making him whine even louder.

Seungcheol repeated his rough movements, tugging his husband’s hips down each time he pounded him roughly. He, too, was enjoying the sight in front of him. Jihoon’s widely parted lips, his eyes tightly shut, and the fucked up face he kept on making each time he abused his sweet spot.

“Ahhh… Unnng…” He moaned loudly, squirming on top of him as his cock rubbed against the texture of his shorts. “Oh, God… Seungcheol!” Jihoon exclaimed, tears falling on his cheeks as waves and waves of pleasure exploded all over his body, knocking his senses out.

But this wasn’t the pure fuckery he had envisioned as Seungcheol was still agitated with the thought of his husband playing in the pool while he was half naked, topless to be precise.

“I’m sorry, baby. You must be forgetting that I’m upset,” Seungcheol whispered close to his face as he slowed his movements.

Jihoon, who was caught in a sexual bind, forced his eyes open. The frustration and lust were evident in his misty eyes. The expression on his face pulled Seungcheol’ heartstrings. It had been so long since he had witnessed his husband’s sex crazed face.

“Please… I want to cum…” And Jihoon begging acted as the cherry on top, like he could forget whatever happened just so he could see him go crazy for his cock.

“Alam na alam mo kung paano ako kukunin, e,” he muttered as he carried him to the bed.

He pulled his cock out and threw him on the bed. Jihoon whined at the sudden loss of contact from his husband’s cock. Seungcheol stood on the side of the bed as he peeled off his clothes, throwing them on the floor.

The left part of the room was surrounded with huge windows, giving anyone the fuller view of what they were doing.

“Fuck… You’re so desperate… You’re leaving me no choice of holding back,” he whispered as he found his husband spreading his legs up, all ready for him to fuck him again.

“Please… My body’s aching for you…” He pleaded, hands reaching for his ass cheeks and spreading it more for him.

Seungcheol could feel his cock twitching as he crawled on the bed, towards him. “Huwag mo ‘kong sisisihin kung hindi ka makakalakad ng ilang araw pagkatapos nito.”

He knelt on the bed and pushed his weight down on Jihoon, pressing his husband's legs closer to his chest, as if folding him and sandwiching him against the bed.

“Oh, fuck…” Jihoon cursed under his breath, chest arching up as Seungcheol slammed his cock back inside him. His mouth was agape, eyes tightly shut, and a series of loud moans erupting his parched throat as his husband fucked him relentlessly.

His walls clamped around his cock tightly as the heat plunged his senses, drowning him deeper in pleasure. Their hotel room was filled with their lewd noises they were making and the loud creaking of the bed.

Seungcheol didn’t stop even when his husband passed out that day. Jihoon woke up with an aching body the next day and his neck, shoulders, and chest filled with purplish marks, as if Seungcheol didn’t want to leave any skin on his upper body untouched.

“Madaya ka ah… Bakit ako lang may parusa na ganito? E, makulit ka rin naman kahapon?” Jihoon grumbled under his breath as he snuggled underneath the comforter.

Seungcheol sighed as he brushed his hair back. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, preparing the cart of food he ordered as their breakfast.

“I was forced to do that dahil dun sa isang coordinator. Fan service raw sabi niya, but that doesn’t equate to you exposing your body in public, Jihoon. I had to contact countless people just to take down the posts about you.”

Jihoon was annoyed that his husband was half right about this issue, so he hid under the comforter instead. “I know I shouldn’t be complaining kasi it’s part of your career as an idol, but… Kainis ka pa rin for doing that…”

Seungcheol smiled gently as he watched him hide under the comforter. “I’m sorry na, mahal ko. I won’t ever do that again,” he hummed as he lay down beside him, hugging his figure.

“Hmp… If you do that ulit, swimming trunks na lang susuotin ko next time tapos fitted rashguard.”

The thought of his husband wearing those things made his cock throb. “Sige. Basta be prepared na I’ll mark every crevice on your body. At hindi kita paglalakarin ng isang linggo.”

“Seungcheol!” Jihoon exclaimed as he pulled the comforter off his head, throwing glares at his husband.

It was probably because he missed him so much that he was able to take his cock again that day, giving himself another two days of being locked in their bedroom.