#I need the two idiots to torment each other more

[tubes-the-ann]

Assortment of doodles

[velvetdimension]

a mole ; yjw ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*

genre: romance, friends who make out. summary: jungwon's mole is so cute you can't help but stare (and kiss). words' count: 1.6k

A mole. A single and little mole on his jawline. You’d never notice it before― why hadn’t you ever noticed it before? It was just right there. Maybe you shouldn’t have had noticed it, the small spot practically tormenting you.

At some point you started dissociating during your conversations with each other, your eyes glued to the brown spot moving as he spoke. You didn’t even realize you’d started tilting your head to the side where it was, eyebrows barely knitted in concentration until Jungwon pointed it out.

“You know, I have been wondering…” he asked you one time the two of you were mid a late study session in the library, eyes behind the glass of his frames glued to the paper in his hands. “Is there something on my face? You’ve been starting at me weirdly for a while.”

You remember how that night the words got caught up in your throat, how you felt your face burning red and the sudden urge to run away from the way Jungwon’s eyes glinted as soon as he saw the state you were in, corner of his lips shaping into a thin, almost invisible smirk that was wiped away as soon as it appeared.

From that point on, you started flushing as soon as your eyes would spot the small dot, mouth dry, forcing yourself to pull your eyes away, vision fixated on whatever but your friend. Jungwon wasn’t liking that, at all.

“Hey, look” he said one afternoon as he walked you towards your place, sun setting down on the background. His slender fingers grabbed onto something silvery hanging around his neck and you felt the now common dryness in your mouth. “Do you like it?”

“Uh… mh-m” you mumbled almost idiotically, nodding before looking away in a hurry, oblivious to your friend’s unsatisfied expression. You cleared your throat before answering more normally. “It looks good.”

Jungwon was reaching his limit with how you’d been acting around him― at first, he thought it was cute; your whole demeanor becoming all shy so suddenly made him want to tease you, but it now it was almost impossible to hang since you had tried your best to avoid him. Eyes almost never looking at him anymore, putting in some distance when the two of you were a little closer than usual, looking away from him.

But then, there you were; eyes staring directly at Jake’s as he went on and on about something that had you cracking up, smile wide on your face as you laughed, your hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady.

And, for a second, you looked his way all across the room, your eyes meeting his after a while, looking away as soon as you spotted him. Jungwon felt his eye twitch from annoyance.

“You look like you shit your pants” told him Niki resting his back against the same wall his friend as been laying against since the party started. “What’s going on? Did you and y/n fought?”

“Of course not” he replied grumbling, mouth twisting. “It’s just… something has been different lately, I’m not sure what or why.”

“Did you ask her about it?” his friend asked.

“Well- no.”

“You should do it then, if it’s bothering so much.”

Niki was soon gone to enjoy the party, leaving behind his troubled friend. He was right, Jungwon thought.

Your laugh got caught off all of a sudden when a soft hand reached from behind you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you softly only to bump against your friend’s chest.

“Hi stranger” he said looking down at you, eyes full of warmth and something else you couldn’t tell.

“Hey” you mumbled trying to take a step back, barely doing any difference as the place was crowded. Jungwon’s fingers closed a little more around your wrist before he leaned closer to your ear.

“We need to talk.”

“We do?” you questioned, feeling your heart beat like crazy on your chest. Jungwon nodded and waved Jake goodbye before he was pulling you away from him, guiding you through the crowd and up the stairs. “Are you sure we can come in here?” you asked him as he closed the door at Heeseung’s room, back pressing against it.

You turned to look at him, trying to not look fazed at all and failing wholesomely at it. Mouth dry, face hot, heart beating fast. Jungwon threw his head back until it rested against the door and looked down at you, standing alone in the middle of the room, clearly taken-aback.

“What’s going on?” you asked not bearing the heavy silence and the intensity of his inquisitory eyes.

“That’s what I want to know” he said, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “What’s been going on, y/n?”

He moved. Eyebrows frowning slightly as you took a step back for every step he took towards you until you bumped against a desk, your hands grabbing onto it. Jungwon stopped just when the tip of your shoes touched each other, head falling to a side.

“Nothing much…?” you answered earned a scoff from your friend. Jungwon leaned closer until his hands were placed above yours and hold you tight, caging you in between his arms. You looked away, cheeks painfully red while feeling his breath against the side of your face.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said lowering his voice. “You’ve been avoiding me,” one of his hands moved up until his fingers gently grasped your chin, moving your head back towards him, taking in a deep and long breath as your big, doe eyes stared up at his, eyebrows knitted, cheeks red, lips dry.

His fingers brushed your cheek tenderly. “Did I do something wrong?” you shook your head. “Then what is it? Tell me, please” he almost whined, his hand moving until it rested on the base of your neck.

“I…” you gulped. “God, it’s embarrassing, Won.”

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me,” he warned you, earning a soft scoff from you.

“It’s- It’s your mole” you said shutting your eyes to avoid seeing the look on his face. “You have a mole, Jungwon.”

For a second, there was silence. “… That’s it?” he asked, relief washing over him, the tension in the air practically vanishing as his lips tugged into a astound grin. “That’s why you’ve been eating me out with your eyes all this time?”

“I wasn’t-

“Don’t lie” he cut you off, the tone of his voice becoming all cocky as he leaned closer to your face. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, y/n. You’re like an open book.”

“Whatever,” you huffed. Jungwon bit his bottom lip hard to suppress a laugh the moment your eyes fell down to the mole on his jaw and decided to tilt his head so you could take a better look.

“Why do you like it so much?” he asked full with curiosity, breath caughting in his throat the moment he felt your fingertips brushing against the spot.

“It’s cute,” you hadn’t realized how close your face had gotten to his until he looked back at you, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “It’s been on my mind all this time,” you confessed in a soft whisper.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes faulty falling down to your lips when your tongue poked out to wet them. “Okay, then give it a kiss.”

“Wha-what?”

Jungwon tilted his head again, giving you more access to his mole, humming a come on while looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Stop playing around,” you grumbled.

“I won’t let you go until you give it a kiss, y/n. Now, do it.”

Fine, it wasn’t like you didn’t want too anyways.

Jungwon felt his skin crawl under your breath, a soft hum born from the back of his throat when your soft, wet lips pressed against his jawline, his eyes shutting close.

“One more,” he whispered; you obliged.

You don’t know when the single pecks on his mole became a trail of kisses down his jaw to his chin. Or when his hands moved to hold your face, crashing his own lips against yours almost desperately. Or when he lifted you up to sit on the desk behind you, finding a spot in between your legs as he leaned impossibly closer towards you, lips never falling apart.

Jungwon moved his lips against yours in a way that had you sighting deeply, hands now tracing the sides of your body, eyebrows knitted impossibly together, melding down at your sweet touch, at your sweet taste, a soft whine breaking through his throat anytime you decided to play with his soft hair.

“You have a mole too,” he spoke in a husky voice, lips brushing yours with every word. “Here,” he placed down a soft kiss on your cheek. “And here,” then trailed down to the spot behind your ear, making you shiver. “And here,” Jungwon moved a little further down to kiss above the little brown spot adorning your neck. “… Also, here,” he kissed above your collarbones, softly nibling at the skin making you gasp softly. “Want me to keep going? Who knows how many more do you have?”

What a sight for Jungwon’s eyes was the one he had― you, all flushed, heavy breathing filling the silence, lips swollen and wet, eyes sparkling in the dark room. Jungwon let his head fall against the palm of your hand cupping his cheek to pull him in on another kiss when the door of the room busted open.

“Don’t make out in my room,” Heeseung said crossing his arms over his chest. “Just go to the guest’s room.”

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 25

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

You didn’t sleep on the plane. How could you? You kept replaying the night before over and over in your head. It was definitely not the night you were expecting, and it made it that much harder for you to say goodbye. Tom actually had feelings for you this whole time, and he’d never slept with anyone else. It was like some sick cosmic joke. Actually, no. You couldn’t blame the universe for this. The two of you had been complete idiots, and in your attempts to avoid ruining what you had, you completely ruined what you had. Though the irony initially made you laugh, now it was like a dagger in your side. You wondered if it would have been better if you hadn’t told each other. It certainly would have made leaving a little easier. That being said, knowing what you know now made your bad memories hurt a lot less, and your happy memories that much sweeter. Unfortunately, that only made you miss him more. Your heart was breaking all over again.

…

Somehow the night of the premiere was simultaneously one of the best and worst nights that Tom had ever experienced. It had finally started to feel the way it used to when the two of you were together, but when he dropped you off at your house, the realisation that you were actually moving halfway across the world finally sunk in. 

He shouldn’t have asked you if you would still be moving to LA had he told you how he felt in Hawaii. What he didn’t realise in that moment was that your answer wouldn’t have made him feel better, no matter what it was. If you’d said no, he’d be filled with regret. If you’d said yes, it would have meant that losing you was inevitable. But you had said you didn’t know, and those words echoed in his head. They haunted him. Did you mean that you didn’t know if he would have been enough to keep you in London, or did you mean that you didn’t know if a relationship between the two of you would have even worked in the first place. Were you questioning how much he meant to you, or how much you meant to him? He was tormented by this question for days before he couldn’t take it anymore. One way or another, he needed to find out.

…

Your first few days in LA were less than ideal, to say the least. Not only were you dealing with your excruciating heartache, but you were having a hard time adjusting to life in Los Angeles. It was beautiful and exciting, but the traffic was horrific, and it was hot and dry, and because of this, every single beach was constantly crowded with people, making it difficult for you to really enjoy it. Most of all though, it was incredibly lonely. You knew you’d probably make friends eventually, you just had to suck it up for now. Luckily work kept you plenty busy. Especially since whenever you had any free time, you were obsessively checking your phone. Tom had every right not to text or call, and, admittedly, it was probably best that he didn’t, but you had hoped that at least your friendship had been repaired and it would continue even when you lived five thousand miles away from each other. Every day that passed without hearing from him, however, diminished that hope more and more.

…

On your way home from work one day, you were relieved to see that it started raining. Not only was it needed, but it reminded you of England. When you pulled up to your small bungalow apartment, you thought maybe you were seeing things, because it looked like Tom was walking down your front steps and down the pavement in the pouring rain. 

“Tom?” you called after him as you got out of your car.

He spun around and when he saw you, he walked toward you. He was drenched, raindrops falling down his face. “What did you mean by ‘I don’t know’?” he shouted over the sound of the downpour. 

“What?” you asked, completely caught off guard.

“When I asked you if you would still be moving to LA if I’d told you how I felt in Hawaii. What did you mean when you said ‘I don’t know’?”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean, what did I mean? I meant I don’t know! Why does it matter?”

“Because I need to know if I can fix this!” he told you desperately.

“I don’t think you can!” You sounded just as desperate.

He groaned in frustration. “You drive me absolutely insane, you know that? You’re stubborn, you’re a workaholic, you can’t take a compliment to save your life…

“Right. I’m so glad you came all the way here just to tell me this.” you said sarcastically as you turned around to go back to your flat, but he continued.

“...You’re kind, you’re passionate, you’re beautiful and you make me laugh more than anyone I know…”

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned back around. 

“...I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel as safe, and comfortable, and happy as you do. Not a single day goes by without you taking over my brain. It’s so fucking distracting and I have no idea how to make it stop, but I don’t think I want it to…”

Your eyes began to flood with tears. “Tom–” 

“...But what drives me mad more than anything else is that I’m so in love with you that it actually physically hurts, and no matter what I do, I can’t shake it.”

Your eyes went wide. “You’re– you’re in love with me?” you asked in disbelief.

“Of course I am! I think I have been for a long time now,” he added, looking at the ground.

Without another thought, you ran toward him and he looked up just in time to catch you as you jumped into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as you crashed your lips into his. It was a kiss unlike any you’d shared before. It was overwhelmingly emotional and you could practically feel every ounce of love he had for you, and you hoped he could feel yours too. You didn’t care that it was pouring and you were drenched from the rain. All that mattered was each other. 

When you came up for air, your nose lightly grazed against his as you both beamed at each other. “I love you too,” you told him softly. 

“Really?” His eyes searched yours for any sign that you might not mean it. “You’re not just saying that?”

“No, you silly sod!” You giggled as you leaned in for another kiss. 

When your lips parted, Tom briefly squinted up at the sky and then back to you. “While the rain is very romantic, darling, is there any chance we could go inside?”

“Oh! Yes! Sorry!” Tom set you back down and you hurried to your flat while he quickly grabbed his bag from his rental car and followed suit.

“Holy shit,” you said as you came in from the rain, only just realizing how soaked you were. You attempted to turn on the light, but it didn’t work. “Fuck.” You went to your kitchen and opened your refrigerator. Sure enough, that light was out too.

Tom walked in to find you sighing in frustration as you walked back into the dark living room. “What’s wrong?”

“Power is out, of course,” you told him. “I’m going to find some candles, if you want to change out of your wet clothes. The bedroom and bathroom are just through there. Just be careful not to trip on any boxes, they’re kind of everywhere, sorry.”

“Darling, relax,” he said, stepping toward you and putting his hands on your upper arms and rubbing them gently. Clearly he could tell you were suddenly a bit frazzled. “All I want to do is be with you. I don’t care about anything else right now, okay?” You nodded and he kissed you on the forehead. “Now, the candles can wait. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes first.”

“You’re just trying to get me naked,” you teased him.

He chuckled, but there was still a hint of concern in his eyes. “Actually, I’m trying to get you to stop shivering, but getting you naked is a nice bonus.” 

You hadn’t even realized you were shivering until he told you. “Sure you are, stud.” You winked at him and led him through your bedroom to your ensuite, using your phone’s flashlight to see. 

“Where are your candles and lighter?” he asked after you handed him a towel. 

“Don’t worry about it, Tommy, I’ll do it as soon as I’m dry.”

“Sweetheart, take a hot shower, relax, dry off, and let me take care of it.”

“You don’t want to join me in the shower?” 

“Believe me, I do,” he said, putting his hand on your waist. “But the hot water only lasts so long, and I’d like to take my time with you tonight, if that’s alright.” 

You weren’t sure which part of you throbbed more in that moment, your heart or your cunt. You bit your lip and nodded. 

“Good girl,” he praised you with a warm smile. After you told him where the candles and lighter were, he kissed you briefly and then left, shutting the door behind him.

…

Ultimately, you were thankful for the opportunity to shower alone so you could freshen up after a long day at work. That being said, despite Tom’s request to relax, you showered as fast as you could, not wanting to waste any time. After you dried yourself off, you put on your black satin dressing gown, the sleeves coming down to your elbow and the hem reaching halfway down your thighs.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were surprised to find it still dark and empty. Wondering if Tom was having trouble finding the candles, you went to the living room, only to be greeted by the sight of several candles flickering throughout the room. Tom was lighting the last of them, wearing only his green plaid pyjama bottoms, when he looked up at you, his face immediately lit up. “Hey, how was your shower?”

“Refreshing,” you replied as you walked toward him and draped your arms around his neck. “Thank you for lighting all of the candles. I’m surprised you set them up out here and not the bedroom.”

“The night is young, darling,” he purred, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you softly. After a moment, he slowly sat down on the sofa, never parting his lips from yours, and guiding you to straddle his lap. As you continued to kiss him, you felt him gently pull the tie of your dressing gown loose.

“May I?” he asked, breaking the kiss. 

You smiled and nodded, finding it incredibly sweet and sexy that he was asking permission to undress you, as if he’d never seen you naked before. Gently, he parted the satin garment and brushed it off of your shoulders. You slipped your arms out of the sleeves and let it fall to the floor behind you. The way he looked at your bare form gave you goosebumps.

“Are you warm enough, sweetheart?” he asked, suddenly concerned. 

“Plenty,” you said, cradling his face and kissing him deeply. You let one of your hands slowly trail down his muscular torso and under the waistband of his trousers, humming with delight when you felt his large erection, hard and ready for you. You pulled it out and began grinding your clit against his shaft, the two of you sighing and whimpering into each other’s mouths. 

Eventually you couldn’t hold off any longer. You needed him to be inside you. Raising yourself up on your knees, you lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. 

“Do you have a condom close by?” Tom asked, interrupting your kiss. 

“Well,” you began a bit hesitantly. “You haven’t slept with anyone else, right?”

“No, I told you that.”

“And I haven’t slept with anyone else….”

“Apart from Trevor that one time,” he joked.

You were unamused “Are you trying to ruin the moment?”

“No! Please continue,”

“I haven’t slept with anyone else in a very long time,” you irritatedly corrected yourself. “And I’m on birth control, so…” you trailed off, looking at him expectantly.

He raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure, darling?”

“Are you joking? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about having your cum inside of me?”

He stared at you in awe. “Fuck, that is one of the hottest things I think you’ve ever said to me.”

You sunk down on his bare cock, looking into his eyes and biting your lip as you did so.

Tom’s jaw dropped and jutted out just a bit as he let out a shuddering sigh. You tilted your head down to begin kissing his neck. He had three distinct freckles on the right side, just below the angular corner of his jaw. They were in the shape of a triangle, as if they were pointing to his weak spot. You’d always loved those freckles. You lightly kissed each one before latching your lips to the spot above them. You sucked hard, eliciting a soft groan in your ear as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

As you continued to kiss and suck on Tom’s neck, you began slowly riding him, sliding up and down his shaft. One of his hands was toying with your nipple, while the other one was on your hip, guiding your movements. Soon you felt yourself losing control. You threw your head back and started riding him faster, but he grabbed your hips to stop you. Then he brought one hand up to cradle the back of your neck and pulled you close, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Slow down, baby,” he said softly, looking into your eyes. “We’ve got all night.”

You began to slowly roll your hips in circles, soft moans escaping your lips as you returned his intense gaze. As it turned out, you didn’t necessarily need fast and hard to get you to your peak, because soon you were gripping his shoulders tight, your whole body shaking as you came hard on his cock. He moaned along with you, undoubtedly loving the feeling of your walls squeezing and fluttering around him without any sort of barrier, but he didn’t cum. Not yet. 

When your orgasm subsided, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing hard. He stroked your hair and your back while you recovered. Then he carefully repositioned the two of you so that you were on your back and began kissing your neck.

“Are you ready for more, my love,” he whispered in your ear between kisses. 

A whimpered “please,” and a weak nod was all you were able to muster in a love-drunk, post-orgasmic haze. He took your hands and interlaced his fingers with yours before he began tenderly pumping in and out of you, as if you were so delicate you could break at any moment, until gradually he built up speed. Your collective moans and groans filled the room, and soon you felt another climax fast approaching. 

“Fuck, Tommy, I’m gonna cum again,” you sighed. “Fill me up, baby, please!”

You were tipped over the edge as Tom thrusted faster and harder, grunting against your neck until, with a muffled groan of your name, he came inside you. 

The two of you were still for a moment, no sounds but your panting breaths and the occasional feather-light kiss he placed on your neck and shoulder.

“I love you, Tommy,” you said softly.

He lifted his head and smiled down at you. “I love you too, Sweets.” He kissed you tenderly, and then moved to lay next to you. As he did so, you couldn’t help the small whine that escaped your lips at the loss of closeness when he pulled out. He chuckled affectionately. “I’m right here, sweet girl,” he said softly, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at you. With the very tip of his finger, he lightly traced patterns across your chest and stomach, but when his gaze shifted from your face to follow his finger, you noticed his face fall slightly. “How long is this project you're working on?”

“I have about seven weeks left, unfortunately.”

“And then?”

“And then I’m thinking I might move back to London,” you told him, a small smile playing on your lips.

His eyes shot back to you. “Don’t get my hopes up unless you’re sure, Sweets.”

“I know I said moving out here would mean better career opportunities, but to be honest, I thought this was the only way I could get over you.”

“Did you mean it when you said we’re not good for each other?”

You felt a pang in your chest. You’d forgotten you’d even said that. “I think I said it for my own benefit more than anything else. If I convinced myself we’d never work then it would be easier for me to let go. I’m so sorry if it hurt you. That wasn’t my intention at all.”

“I know. I just hate that I made you feel like you had to get over me in the first place. I should have told you how I felt a long time ago.”

“I’m just as much to blame as you are. Even when you told me the night before I came out here, I was convinced that your feelings for me weren’t real; that you just wanted what you couldn’t have and you’d get bored as soon as you got it.” 

To your surprise, Tom pressed his lips together in an attempt to hold back a laugh, but he was unsuccessful.

“What?” you asked, thoroughly confused.

He hid his face in the crook of your neck as he continued laughing.

“Tom Hiddleston! It’s not funny!” you scolded him.

He lifted his head again, trying to compose himself. “I’m sorry, darling, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just that you could not have been further from the truth.”

“How is that exactly?”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but now that I have what I want, I don’t intend on ever letting it go.” 

You felt your heart swell with happiness, but you were still hesitant. “How do you know you won’t change your mind?”

He cupped your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your cheek. “Because I’ve gotten a glimpse of what my life would be like without you and I never want to go through that again.”

“I don’t either,” you said, your eyes welling up with tears. 

“I promise I won’t let that happen,” he assured you as he leaned down and kissed you deeply. “Now, what would you say to Chinese food and a film?”

You grinned up at him. “I’d say you’re a man after my own heart.”

“Precisely, my darling,” he replied with a wink. And with that, the two of you settled in for a long night of making up for lost time.

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[bearwithegg]

Fight Like a Girl || B.Blackwood || Part 2 ||

My thoughts have just been plagued with scenes I can write for this, i honestly intended this to be 2 parts but I ALREADY HAVE IDEAS FOR PART 3 SO FUCK IT WE BALL???

PART 1 HERE

PART 3 HERE

Kieran!Benjicot Blackwood (fancast) x f!Reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing??? Idiots in love but they dont know what that means

Tags <3: @spider-stark

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War, for all that it brings with it, destruction, pain, suffering on a scale hitherto unknown remained a constant and unchanging conundrum. Were the gods so cruel as to let brother kill brother over trivial squabbles? It was a fascinating thing, to understand, to learn. You, however, decided in this current juncture it felt like a personal punishment aimed to torment and break you down. Realistically, the suffering it caused on a wider scale was insurmountable and that was something you could acknowledge. But in this instance, the way your body aches and screams from constant use makes it feel like a personal sleight.

“Your grip is weak.”

A soft groan of frustration exhales when you sigh, “I cannot hold the sword otherwise.” Dropping the sword by your side, it had been hours without respite and weeks of training for what? You still couldn’t even hold a sword properly and that frustrated you only more.

Benji laughs, softly, circling you with his head tilted to the side. You want to hit him but decide against it. After all, he didn’t need to visit your tent and assist in getting you battle ready — yet he did it either out of some sense of male honour or he secretly enjoyed overseeing your own personal agony.

“Does my ineptitude amuse you, my Lord?” You throw the sword on the ground, it landing with a thud on the canvas flooring. In the throes of frustration, you wipe the sweat from your brow and run a hand through unevenly chopped locks of hair.

“Your petulance, perhaps.” The boyish smile breaking through his hardened demeanor always caught you off guard. A gentle reminder that he was not some battle beaten man, he was young and had his innocence ripped from him; more or less like you. “You may not see it but there is improvement,” he dips down to pick the sword up, holding it out for you to take it again.

Right or not, it didn’t matter in the present. The improvement may have been so miniscule it might as well not have counted, though it was always difficult to see one's progress without the lense of the past. And with a sigh of concession, you snatch the sword from his hand and give him a goading look, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Again,” he instructs firmly, tongue protruding slightly out from between his lips — he was too good at that, switching from his natural charming disposition to a commanding authority in an instance. As if two halves of him were at odds with each other, another part of him lay dormant but the crazed look in his eyes often betrayed his steadfast composure. You weren’t sure if you liked it or feared it.

With a roll of your wrist and standing with a sturdy bearing, you take an offensive stance. His eyes wander all over you, in a completely different scenario it may have been flattering or intrusive, but there is no desire hidden away in the deep brine pools of his eyes. Under his scrutinous gaze you hold firm; at least my wrist doesn’t feel like falling off.

Improvement.

He steps to your side flank, head tilted in thought. The low hum accompanying the loud thoughts you wished he’d say out loud.

When did he get so close? You swallow nervously — he was a practical man, but often opted to show you how to do something by watching him first. Surprisingly gentle to the touch he brings a hand over yours, the one that grips the sword and adjusts your grip. Tilting your wrist slightly and nudging your thumb to a different position.

“Can you feel the difference?” He murmurs, an unexpectedly tender moment that would have floored you entirely had you not spent weeks training at his command. Even now though, you feel composure waning, creaking away like a tree that has had its trunk chopped halfway.

“Feels like… I have more control,” You utter, looking slightly over your shoulder. Oh. He was much closer than you thought.

He nods, softly adjusting your grip to keep the blade upright, though he doesn’t move his hand this time. “Your stance is good and solid. But means little if you have no strength to fortify it…” His other hand is held up so that you can see it and slowly brings it down to your hip. Not once during this small interaction does he break eye contact, it was as though he was giving you the chance to stop him if you wanted to.

You don’t, of course.

A moment of hesitation as he tentatively touches your hip before holding it and rotating you ever so slightly, “what you lack in strength, you have in speed… This stance is better for your momentum.”

“Right,” you whisper, blinking out of the daze you felt yourself fall into by the pull of his gaze. His eyes were so lovely. In moments like this they were bright with a golden hue, as if marked by the Gods. Other times they were dark, dangerous abyssal pits that you could equally get lost in. But not now.

“Good,” he smiles, the same boyish smile that makes you a little nervous and nauseous concurrently. Which was a strange feeling because you weren’t repulsed by him and yet your body reacted all the same. No one had ever elicited such strange reactions within you like he did.

“Try and disarm me.”

“What?” You feel your arm immediately drop as he steps away and unsheathes his own sword. No longer honey touched eyes boring into yours, they were void and wild. He doesn’t give you a chance to process anything before swinging his sword, you have no choice but to stumble back, practically flailing your own sword to stop from getting hurt.

Clang!

The metal blades ricochet off one another and you take the chance to scurry across the bed swiftly before he can attempt another blow, “fuck, fuck — fuck!” You hiss, standing on the other side of the tent, barely a chance to think properly before he’s back onto you like a grounded tempestuous storm.

With wide eyes you jump out of the way, his sword connects with the side table and wood splinters off into pieces. The first casualty — you’d have laughed or joked if you weren’t absolutely fearing for your life in a way. Heart pounding hard as you take a chance to counter, using a leg to disable him by going for his knees but he sees it and contorts his body just in time.

“C’mon!” He shouts, eyes wild and borderline murderous.

Unsure what possibly possessed you other than it felt right. Call it a childish rebuke or not, you instantly straighten your stance and yell back at him, a deep and guttural yell, like one would trying to fend a bear off an attack.

He licks his lips, the grin of a mad man apparent, “there she is.”

This time you swing first, kicking off the back leg gives you a good enough propulsion and wind up with the sword. Cling! He cross blocks, letting your blade slide down his own and the two of you are practically face to face, the slightest smirk pulls at his lips and you match it with a barely audible snarl.

Using your full body weight, you push into him to get distance which only just works.

Another swing from him, narrowly missing your shoulder as you jump aside, his sword clashing with one of the bed posts, it snaps under the force and limply hangs onto the unmarked wood. You take advantage of his over extension, ducking beneath his arms and opting for the best option, shouldering him in the waist and bringing him down to the ground.

Not your finest work, but he tumbles - and you with him - onto the canvas flooring, but at least you had the upper hand and though strength was not in your arsenal just yet, speed was. Pinning him to the ground, you straddle higher than the waist to keep him from bucking you off or swinging his legs around.

Both of you held your blades to each other's throat in a stalemate, chests heaving with heavy breaths.

“A fair play, my lady,” he pants quietly, though the impish grin on his face suggested otherwise. Your eyes travel down to his other hand where he had his dagger pressed softly against the leathers of your tunic, no doubt a lethal puncture in the abdomen if you were in a real fight. He lowers his blades, “you are improving — getting better at trusting your instincts.”

“You went easy on me,” you whine, tossing your blade indignantly. The semi victory loses its glory almost instantly, souring in your mouth. Standing back up seemed to be more effort today than usual, muscles shaking, screaming for a modicum of respite. But war does not rest so neither shall your body.

“If you wish for me to kill you, then you need only ask,” he jests, you knew this — he was holding out for a reason. You hadn’t seen him in battle but can very well imagine without much stretch of the imagination how he has coined the notorious namesake of ‘Bloody Ben Blackwood’. Even more it seemed, he was often harsher, stricter and more brutal when he would lead training with the younger boys.

“Don’t offer such a tempting proposal,” you laugh, tired, exhausted.

He looks at you, seriously for but a moment, “if you desire rest, it is okay to take it.” And the sweet, caring and kind Benji fronted, flecks of gold honey in his eyes as he steps forward and grabs your hand with a touch so kindly it seemed foreign. He need not force you, tugging you to the bedside and sitting you down, “you are not weak for needing rest.”

You chuckle softly, “there is no rest for someone like me, I need to be ready for when we march forward within the tenday.”

“You won’t be much use to us if your legs cannot even carry you. Rest.” He says firmly, pushing gently on your shoulder which didn’t need much for you to collapse onto the bed. “We can resume overmorrow.” He’s seated on the side of your bed now, you open your mouth to contest but he glowers immediately, tilting his head forward and setting his jaw as if to silently say ‘don’t you dare’.

So you don’t dare.

“If I was less encumbered by my exhaustion I’d have hit you for looking at me like that,” you bite, rolling onto your side and instinctively curling in on yourself.

“You certainly would have tried.” He laughs.

“And succeeded, I pinned you already today — I could do it again if I willed myself.”

“Is that so? Perhaps we should get a maester to check those ears of yours, did I not request you disarm me? I don’t recall asking you to pin me.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, narrowing your eyes at him though the barely suppressed smile betrayed your poor attempt to keep a straight face. “I stopped thinking the moment you attacked me like a brute.”

He nods along with your words and though his words are vaguely threatening, his smile indicates a hint of mischievousness, “a Brute am I? You have a crass tongue, My Lady, you’d better keep it in check.”

“Clover.”

“Hm?” His head tilts to the side, like a dog hearing a command.

“Call me Clover… Garrus finds it easier… Less likely to accidentally call attention to my identity.” You run your fingers over the furs of your bed, naturally you omit the little part of the nickname because that seemed sacred to Garrus. Only he can call you that. But Benji had your trust, and you had his, even if it be an unspoken bond that grew stronger the more time elapsed within one anothers company. He at least deserved a little part of you.

There is silence, as he sits on your words, a faint smile ghosting his lips and he nods singularly, “As you wish, Clover.” And the strangest feeling encompasses the tent, it was thick but not suffocating, warm but not a hellfire. His hand moves so deftly, you hadn’t seen it until his fingers barely grazed your temple, pushing back a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He holds it, a moment, two moments, before his eyes blink rapidly, something reminding him of his place and he flushes red, retracting his hand quickly as though he had touched hot coals. “A-Apologies… forgive me — that was wholly inappropriate. Please do rest, I will see you overmorrow.”

It happened rather quickly, he stands and you sit up as swiftly, “Benji.” You call but he was out quicker than bat out of the hells. Your shoulders slump, a faint pout on your lips as you try to decipher what that could’ve been about. Whatever it had been, you liked it, you liked him but that could mean a plethora of things.

You sigh, falling back into the bed and staring at not particularly anything. Perhaps it would be prudent to speak on the matter with Garrus when he returned.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Between your arms [S. R]

Spencer Reid x wife!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: after a hard day Spencer returns to his safe place

A/N: I just finished the third season, imagine it's somewhere in there. And DAMN, with each passing chapter I fall more in love with this man

When Spencer got home, he was completely exhausted. The case had been delayed longer than expected and the fact that the jet had technical problems didn’t help in the least, so the total delay was 5 hours, so it was already late at night when he opened the door of your apartment. He strongly wished that you weren't awake or he would feel guilty and that concern dissipated when he noticed that you weren't lying on the couch as he had found you so many times.

Spencer needed to shower so he could somehow wash off the stress of the case and wash off the dirt he'd picked up during his stay in the woods. Fortunately the shower was far enough from the room to go unnoticed and he took his time, enjoying the hot water running all over his body, considerably relaxing the tension he had in his muscles. Once he left, Reid took a cotton pajama that he had packed in the suitcase, it had colored stripes on the white fabric and you had given it to him for a birthday many years ago. The fabric was already worn by time, but he loved the calming feeling it gave him, and the smell of your favorite fabric softener on it made him feel like he was right at home.

When he opened the door of your room he found you in bed, sleeping so peacefully that he felt some envy, but at the same time he smiled tenderly. He and you were very different when it came to sleeping: he couldn't fall asleep if he wasn't tucked in, he had a hard time doing it alone, he constantly woke up to go to the bathroom and he tossed and turned throughout the night. You, on the other hand, could sleep soundly as soon as your body touched the mattress, fully exposed, and you would stay in the same pose on your left side unless he asked you to reposition yourself. You slept on the inner side for reasons of practicality, because when he was late or had to leave due to an emergency it was easier for him to jump out of bed, and you always did it hugging a stuffed dog that Spencer had won for you in a fair.

Many people would think that getting married at 21 was crazy and even a couple of gossip told you that you were making a mistake or that it would only take a few months for one of you to file for divorce, but four long years had passed since then. Not everything was perfect, because there were arguments as in all marriages, and to that we had to add the constant stress that Spencer's work had, not only for him but also for you. Although, somehow, you had made it work and he always found the time to dedicate himself only to you, because he knew that you deserved it. You had a good position in a real estate company, nothing risky, and with hours that were always respected.

You two preferred not to think about it, especially him, but there was a degree of codependency in your relationship that you hoped wouldn't escalate into something sick or dangerous. You had had a difficult life, Spencer continued to have a difficult life, but little by little you two opened up to each other and the communication helped comfort what sometimes still tormented you. Reid had saved you from committing many idiots and if it wasn't for you, he didn't know how he could have faced situations or ghosts from his past. You were his reason for living and your apartment was that safe place where he could isolate himself from the whole world and live his own utopia. With you there was no suffering, there were no traumas, no crimes, no coworkers who ignored him... and when that existed, you were there to hug him tight and tell him that everything would be fine.

Honestly, the fear of becoming a burden plagued him frequently, but the two of you were trying to work through your own insecurities so that you could carry on your marriage in peace.

As soon as he felt his body touch the surface of the mattress, he moaned calmly and finally allowed himself to feel all the tiredness of the day, sure that it no longer mattered because he was in the right place to rest. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds, enjoying the softness on which he was lying, until your gentle breathing next to him caught his attention. He hated waking you up during the night, but now more than ever he needed to feel you close and he considered that with such a heavy sleep you had his touch would hardly be noticeable. He moved enough to be able to wrap his arm around your entire waist and bury his head in your skin at the nape of the neck, but against all odds he heard you inhale heavily as a sign that you had noticed the grip.

“Spence?”

"I didn't want to wake you up" he apologized, as he kissed you on the shoulder to mask his remorse, although to be honest a part of him was very grateful to be able to talk to you.

"I wasn't asleep" you lied uselessly, because your voice betrayed your state of sleepiness. Careful not to let him let go of you, you turned around to face him and he smiled from ear to ear when even in the dark he noticed that you were smiling weakly at him "Did you just get there?"

“Things got difficult. We came back by train”

“Oh…” you hummed sympathetically. Your hands traveled deftly up to his face and you stroked with your thumbs, watching him turn to putty between your fingers. “Did you even have dinner? Let me make you something"

"No, no, darling," he hastened to say, stopping you from getting up to go to the kitchen. Honestly, hunger was the least of Spencer's worries at that moment, his mind was longing to receive your body heat and with some luck multiple kisses on the face and lips "Just stay here with me"

If in normal circumstances it was already difficult to deny your husband something, it was even worse when he whispered in that pleading tone, so you simply nodded and snuggled closer against him. His long golden hair tickled your nose and you realized that Spencer had used your conditioner again, even though he had promised not to do it again, but you didn't mind at all.

"You feel good?" you asked softly, as one of your hands traveled to the back of his head to stroke his head and you maneuvered your other arm for him to use as a pillow.

He was very protective as a husband, perhaps motivated by the fear that some of the horrible things he saw daily at his work would happen to you, and he constantly looked out for your well-being, but on those occasions when you took the time to pamper him after a terrible day, he swore that it was you who took care of him from the lurking monsters.

"I feel better now that I'm here," he confessed, the words slightly muffled by his lips on your skin. "I missed you."

"Oh, I know you did" you joked, now a little more lucid than at the beginning of the conversation. You were very interested in him being able to fall asleep, because once he did it, all you had to do was close your eyes to imitate him, and how to blame you? With that strong grip and his legs intertwined with yours, you felt total tranquility "I missed you too”

Your hand continued to untangle strands of his hair in an attempt to relax him and you stayed that way for a few minutes, until he broke the silence. You didn't understand at first, so you gently whispered in your ear for him to repeat it.

"I missed our nine o'clock show" it was inevitable to let out a soft laugh at the apparent priority issue of your beloved and you kissed him on the top of the head before answering.

"Yes, it is sad"

"Remember how I told you that Anita and the butler were having an affair?" he asked and you hummed affirmatively “Did I get it right?”

"Almost. She was having it with the gardener” you heard a defeated sigh under your chin and your smile only increased “Now you owe me five bucks”

“Too bad, I don't have cash with me,” he muttered, pretending to be genuinely pained. “Would you accept another method of payment?” There was no need to ask what his suggestion was from him, the gentle kiss he placed on your shoulder spoke for itself.

“Yes, but there is a problem with the currency conversion. Five dollars equals approximately…” you took a moment to think of a suitable number and when you got it a smile escaped your lips “five hundred kisses”

“Five hundred kisses?!” Reid squealed from his hiding place in your chest "That's a huge debt"

"It is"

"I better start now huh?" he said flirtatiously. He started with quick kisses on whatever section of skin was within his reach that made you laugh out loud, then he continued up your neck with more careful caresses and by the time he reached your face the kisses were slow and so gentle that you felt die. But he wasn't so merciful to you, so his kisses touched almost your entire face except your lips. "Do you keep track?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you keep track of how many kisses I gave you?”

"Oh no, I guess you'll have to start over," you whispered, as you felt his smile against your skin as he planted a kiss right on your jaw "Or if you give me one on the lips, we're even”

Spencer didn't think twice to finally indulge your wishes and it was such a warm and deep kiss that you felt like a newlywed again. There were bad times, yes, but it was these moments that made you know that facing the rest was worth it.

"I love you very much, you know that?" he sighed, still with his eyes closed and his forehead resting on yours. You lifted your head a little just so you could steal another chaste kiss from him.

"I love you more, baby"

Spencer settled back, now lying entirely on your chest and you wrapped both arms around his waist while your hands traced uneven patterns on the striped fabric on his back. You asked your ear to please get some sleep and the soft beating of your heart was enough to calm him down until exhaustion overcame him.

If there was a perfect place in the world, he knew that it was between your arms.

[vixstarria]

Ignorance and bliss

Had a fluffy brainworm that I don't think I can fit anywhere, so here it is as a little short.

Astarion x Asmodea, comfort/fluff

Somewhere in Act 1. Two idiots who are definitely not falling for each other lie in each other's arms pretending to be asleep.

691 words

No doubt about it, she was losing her mind.

Asmodea lay listening to the rain patter on the canvas of her tent, contemplating everything she thought she knew about vampires.

Inherently evil, innately selfish, corrupt, irredeemable creatures with an insatiable lust for blood.

One such bloodthirsty creature lay peacefully sleeping beside her, limbs tangled with hers, holding her so closely it was as though he was trying to occupy the very same space she did.

…Twisted aberrations…

Astarion didn’t need to breathe, she knew, and yet she felt deep measured breaths where his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. The very neck she had recklessly offered him time and again.

…Cursed with undeath…

It must have been an effect of Astarion’s condition on his lungs, that he was producing a faint, rumbling sound that almost sounded like… the soft purring of a great, contented cat.

…Prideful and arrogant…

…No, that characterisation was accurate. Though the more time she spent around him, the more the arrogance seemed to be a facade erected to conceal or distract from some fear or anxiety. She had met the type before. Cocky. Boastful. Insecure. Compensating for some failing.

…Sadistic monstrosities incapable of empathy...

She recalled the remorseful concern in his eyes when he thought he had accidentally hurt her in their lovemaking earlier that night.

‘Lovemaking’, she repeated to herself, with a scoff, startled by her own choice of words - so uncharacteristic for her, even, no, especially, for her own private thoughts. When had she grown so sentimental? She shrugged that notion off, hastily and sheepishly.

…Manipulative…

Asmodea brushed that thought aside as well, instead reaching for the tent flap to try to gauge how much longer they had until sunrise.

…Violent…

Astarion released a dissatisfied little whine at her movement, and hugged her tighter without waking.

…Soulless…

Perhaps something was wrong with this one... Had no one taught him how to behave like a proper vampire..?

Either way, she was positively losing her mind.

Astarion drifted in a state between sleep and wakefulness, teetering on the edge of slipping into a trance but not allowing himself to enter a reverie - he’d learned to avoid them and the inevitable torment they brought, long ago.

Instead, he buried his nose in Asmodea’s neck, breathing in the scent of her skin, and tried to grasp a memory that had recently appeared at the periphery of his consciousness. It eluded him, slipping like fine sand through his fingers whenever he reached for it.

Warm arms embraced him. He was safe. He was loved.

The whisper of a memory was from nearly a quarter of a millennium ago, but if he just kept trying, maybe he could uncover it fully. If only he could just stay like this longer, if only she didn’t wake, if only he could have more of this…

Even if the memory persisted in evading him, he thought he had glimpsed enough of its contours and edges that he could pretend he lived it.

He was safe. He was loved.

She made it so easy to pretend…

Oh, but she stirred, moving with a quiet caution so as not to disturb him. He heard the rustling of the tent’s fabric and felt a chill breeze against his bare back. He allowed himself a drowsy grumble and burrowed deeper into her neck. She didn’t want to wake him, did she? And she wouldn’t expect him to slosh back to his own tent in the rain. Gods, but he didn’t want that rain to ever end…

He just wanted a little bit more of this make believe…

The tent flap fell shut again, and Asmodea’s hand reached, instead, to pull a blanket over his shoulders. Moments later, he felt her fingers running, softly, through the curls at the nape of his neck. Her lips brushed lightly against his forehead.

The memory and the emotions it brought danced just out of reach, teasing him. Perhaps he could simply fill in the gaps and imagine it was real, even if it would be gone come morning.

He was safe. He was loved. And all was well in the world.

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[nerds-books-n-worms]

Ok, so maybe I'm just sleep deprived and a little crazy, but this has been rattling around in my mind for a while and I need to put it out there.

I had the song Hallelujah stuck in my head, y'know, like the one from Shrek, and I was surprised by how well it mapped onto TLT. I'm gonna try and explain lyric by lyric.

"I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord"- the secret to lyctorhood

"But you don't really care for music do ya?"- most of John's lyctors grew resentful of him for the fact that they had to kill their cavs

"It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift. The baffled king composed it, hallelujah."- the houses, how each lyctor set one up, how John is an idiot who still managed to amass this much power.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya"- Harrow deciding she wants to die and opening the tomb only to fall in love with Alecto.

"Well she tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah"- Harrow was haunted by The Body, and lost everything because of the power the Earth aka Alecto gave John, yet she still loves her.

"Baby I've been here before. I've seen this room, and I've walked this floor."- Canaan House and all its secrets.

"I used to live alone before I knew you."- Harrow and Gideon were both very alone through the majority of their lives, until getting to Canaan House and letting each other in.

"I've seen your flag on the marble arch. Our love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"- Gideon's devotion to Harrow as well as the tragedy and heartbreak the follows them. Neither of them know if the other is ok, and they are tormented by the remnants of the other.

"Maybe there's a God above, but all I've ever learned from love is how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya"- Harrow losing faith in Jod, and lobotomizing herself to protect both her and Gideon.

"It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not someone who has seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah."- John is worshipped, but he has built his empire off the suffering of others. His lyctors resent him (and want him dead), Alecto wants him dead, BoE wants him dead, and in "saving" the world he has doomed so many to an eternity of misery, yet he reaps the benefits of his conquest.

I might be wrong or crazy or some combination of the two, idk. This song has a lot of different versions, so if you want I can share my thoughts on more.

[invye]

I feel like at this point I need to extend a formal apology to Benn for making him suffer the CoraMiShanks antics. Because for some reason they are all more likely to talk to him about their feelings than to each other.

Corazón, enchanted as he watches Shanks and Mihawk duel: "Wow, they don't do anything halfway, do they? I could never keep up with that, they're so good--" turns to Benn "Alright, they clearly belong together, I'll help you play wingman, what's the plan? Is there a plan? Don't worry, I'll come up with something!" And Benn has to sit there in silence because he can't tell Rosinante that he doesn't need to play anything and already got both the captain and Hawkeyes wrapped around his little finger because previously:

Shanks, in the middle of his hour long I-am-in-love-with-everything-about-Mihawk-but-I-can't-ever-do-anything-that-would-risk-what-we-have rant that Benn already learned by heart years ago: "Also, did you see Rosinante being cute? He's so protective of his kid, it's so inspiring how he's willing to go to the end of the world for Law, especially when he doesn't have the kind of power we do, but he's so creative and smart with his ability he balances it right back out; anyway, Hawkeyes […]" And Benn was sitting there like: 'wait wait wait hold up a second, what just happened---' but had to stay silent because he can't tell Shanks that previously:

Mihawk, slamming a bottle of Expensive™ wine on to the table Benn is sitting at: "I think I'm in love with two different people, is that even possible, or acceptable?? Also I'm kinda involved with both of them in two very distinctively different ways that are both highly intimate to me, but neither of them think it's the real deal, help--" (Obviously Mihawk used more dignified words, but Benn has gotten quite good at translating Hawkeyes and his sanity needs to unstiff the Hawkeyes-speech to be able to get into this, alright?) And Benn had to drink half the bottle (very good wine, Mihawk knows how to pick them) before he was able to gather himself enough to explain open relationships and polyamory to Hawkeyes of all people, but then he also had to point out that all of those require direct and open communication and it ended in a very stiff silence during which Benn refused to break eye contact with Mihawk, both of them very much aware that if there's one thing Mihawk struggles with it's communication and even more so when he's the one who has to initiate it.

All to say: Benn is suffering in stubborn loyal silence, because he won't break the trust expressed to him as a confidant. He would never ever betray Shanks' trust, he's been listening to his love sick rambling about Hawkeyes for years now and he hasn't gotten involved, he damn well won't change that just because captain has added another guy to the list. Rosinante is obviously marked by not having had trusted people to confide in pretty much all his life, and Benn will not be yet another person to disappoint him. And well, if he meddles in any of Mihawk's business by using insider information he can just as well slice his own throat.

But he's still suffering, watching them dance around each other in an seemingly eternal stalemate. And here he thought he'd only have to handle one idiot…

As the creator of your torment, I want to formally apologise for your suffering, Benn. I'm afraid it will happen again.

[ay0nha]

I am on my knees begging for CRUMBS

you disappear and come back with vengeance

please give me crumbs

anything

drafts, WIP, old stuff, anything

I need crumbs

SUMMARY: There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. Yet, you were lethal, the definition of torment. Your silhouette alone was enough to send Buggy spiraling.  

PAIRING: OPLA!Buggy x f!reader (smuggler)

WORD COUNT: ~500

WARNINGS: hurt Buggy subconsciously seeking out reader for help, canon-typical things, mentions of blood/injury, smoking, sarcasm, two idiots in love, mutual pining that's ignored, slow burn, etc.

A/N: LMAOOO this made me SNORT. Any writer knows apart of the process is disappearing for a chunk and coming back thinking your WIPs write themselves lol. So you don't starve lol, below the cut I'll add what I'm currently working on! Be gentle, she's still forming up plot wise but based of a request for Buggy (OPLA)

FULL THING OUT NOW. FIND HERE.

There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. Yet, you were lethal, the definition of torment. Your silhouette alone was enough to send Buggy spiraling. 

Each step toward you felt unreliable and fuzzy, making Buggy question if he reattached his limbs correctly. His gut felt twisted with a foreign feeling that he wanted to trap away. He wondered if he buried the feeling deep enough if it would turn to treasure or become forgotten rot. 

“Buggy.” Your voice even irritated him. Yet, he found relief in finding you alone. “Third time this month. Careful…I’m starting to get a big head.”

“That sounds like a medical problem…” He mumbled with little enthusiasm and a half-hearted smirk, “...should probably get seen for that.”

“Admitting you care, eh?” You teased. You were preoccupied, cigarette dangling from your lip and bobbing with every word. “What can I help you with?”

The receipts tended to be formidable, but you couldn't help but feel your concentration falter when you were met with uncharacteristic silence.  Typically, you were shy of whiplash from an unwarranted insult or backhanded compliment. However, once your eyes landed on Buggy, you only saw deep anger veiling desperation. 

 “How serious is it?” Your pen was settled beside the book, whatever records you were once concerned with dismissed.  Buggy looked awful—his posture gave away his exhaustion and discomfort.

“What? Can’t we skip the part where I say ‘the other guy looks worse’?” His busted lip ticked with dry humor. There were rumors he was in trouble, but that paled compared to the truth you knew about Buggy. 

“Depends.” You frowned. “That other guy isn’t stopping by, is he?” If it were true, you’d have to lay low, something you never had time for. “This is why I don’t like your kind.”

“My kind?” Buggy continued unamused. You weren’t more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing to him. You were a smuggler. Plain and simple. It was impossible for something to stay hidden from you for long.  “You’re not far off, sweetheart.”

His terms of endearment never held affection, but he seemed to soften this time for some reason—almost pleading between the lines. You held a trained expression, taking a moment of consideration. 

Your typical jobs with him were small. Typically, they consisted of information that he could coax out of you for trinkets. He brought the world to you. Other times, you moved things through the shadows to an even darker location. 

This was different, you decided. 

Stalking toward the clown, you saw how the pain mapped on his body.  “You look awful.” 

The jester’s bow was fueled by pained sarcasm. Although his abilities helped, Buggy's flesh was still pliable. His jaw was a deep-set purple, contrasting the faded red of his cracked lips. It was hard to distinguish what was paint and what was blood. His eyes were bloodshot with broken blood vessels, and there were gashes littering every place imaginable. 

You were surprised he was still standing. You noted how his breath became labored, as if holding onto what he could before he collapsed entirely. But looking between his eyes, you saw the struggle he had deciding what was worth his final breath: business or pleasure. 

[dyns33]

Good Uncles - Sequel

Anti Y/N needs Morpheus' help, because her uncles are stupid

(Good Omens season 2 spoilers)

Y/N and Morpheus loved each other more than anything.

This was what Matthew repeated to himself when the young woman came to see him with her strange request, and especially her comment which could have been taken as an insult in any other circumstances.

But Y/N loved Morpheus, so she certainly hadn't meant to be rude, and Morpheus loved Y/N, so he wouldn't take it badly.

Besides, she wasn't really wrong, even if the raven would deny agreeing with her if the boss asked.

"Since Dream is an idiot who has trouble communicating, I figured he could help me with my family problem, but since he has trouble communicating, I need your help to ask him."

"… Did you just say he was an idiot ?"

"Yes." Y/N said simply, looking at him with a face that said she didn't see the problem. "The worst idiot in the world, just before my uncles. So I need his advice to reconcile them, like they helped us to finally be together."

"… He loves you, but I don't know if he'll be happy with you saying he's an idiot."

"That's not the point. Will you help me ?"

Y/N's family problem seemed simple enough.

Her uncles, two other idiots, were totally in love with each other, without ever admitting it to each other for centuries. Then, one day, one of them decided to be brave, and the other ran away, not knowing how to react to all these feelings. Some sort of break up then, or whatever it was.

In fact, it was more complicated, since one of the uncles was an angel, the other was a demon, they were on opposite sides but kept secretly allying since the beginning of humanity, and now the being of light had had a promotion, forcing him to return up there.

He had suggested to his sidekick that he could come with him, be an angel again, but of course, the demon had categorically refused, suggesting instead that they stay together on Earth, happy and far from the divine and infernal stories.

Then there was a kiss, and the end of the world.

“Well, not literally the end of the world…” sighed Y/N, former antichrist, who had decided not to destroy the universe as Lucifer wished. "But it was still terrible. Aziraphale calls me through the celestial channels, and even though he pretends he's okay, I can clearly see that he's sad. And Crowley… He's devastated ! He really thought that they were going to be together forever. He drinks all the time and hardly leaves the house anymore. I threatened to destroy his car, nothing ! I threatened to destroy his car by driving it and risking having a accident, he destroyed the car."

“He remains sane despite his turmoil.”

"Morpheus, my dear, this doesn't help me. What can I do to make them stop their nonsense and see that they can't live without each other ?"

Dream of the Endless opened his mouth, and closed it almost immediately, after his faithful raven pecked his hand. He turned to Matthew, who was staring at him with a stern look, silently begging him to think before speaking.

"Even though technically no one needs others to live, I know the torment of broken hearts, my younger sister having shown it to me and having experienced it myself. It is difficult to help those who suffer of this pain, especially if they are stubborn by nature, as are angels and demons."

“You who are stubborn by nature, how have you been helped in the past during such difficult moments ?”

"… It takes time. My father doesn't help directly, but he allows the wounds to heal, the memories to be less painful, and to learn from all these experiences. I don't know if you can help your uncles, my love. Your presence and your shoulder are the only things you can offer to them, as well as advices, but whether they decide to follow them is up to them."

"I don't like that answer. It's not a stupid answer."

"I'm not as stupid as you seem to think."

"Obviously. You're only an idiot when it concerns you." Y/N joked, kissing his cheek before he started to pout. "Thank you, Morpheus. I'll try to help them. It's hard to see them like this when they were so happy before."

The dream master didn't like seeing his lover so saddened, but as he had told her, it was not possible to solve her problem as easily as she hoped.

Feelings were complicated, changing, volatile things. They were even more complex for celestial beings, who were not supposed to feel them, or at least not in a repeated or negative way.

Joy mostly, sometimes sadness for others in the case of angels, a lot of anger in the case of demons, but certainly not love.

Crowley and Aziraphale having never done anything like everyone else, they had to test this limit, and it went badly.

It wasn't a surprise, but Morpheus was a little disappointed with how this story turned out. Because it made Y/N suffer, but also because he had been secretly observing the two clandestine friends since the beginning of their romance, waiting to see what would happen, and savoring the demon's dreams and hopes.

A dreaming demon, full of imagination, and defying the infernal authorities. The only one. Of course he was favored by the Lord of Nightmares.

While Y/N tried her best to comfort him on Earth, even though she still had trouble getting him out of his apartment, Dream decided to pay a visit to the Heavenly Kingdom to greet the new manager.

"Your lordship ! What a surprise ! What a joy ! You… Y/N is not in trouble, I would know. I'm keeping an eye on her. Are you still having trouble in hell ? They've been a little panicked since Belzebub left, but we haven't noticed any suspicious activity."

"I have no quarrel with the underworld at this moment, Aziraphale. I have come to see you."

"See us ? As a courtesy call ? Good… Very good." stammered the angel, who was not as stupid as his niece seemed to think either.

“Let’s talk about my brother’s book.”

"No ! I mean… We've had this conversation before, noble dream lord. Although the mighty Destiny knows everything, the divine plan remains ineffable, and we are not supposed to know it. So I do not wish to talk about this subject."

"And I would not force you to do so. But know that no one escapes their destiny, however strange it may seem, unexpected and distant. We can try to flee it, delay it, fear it, but as certain as a kiss, it will happen."

Aziraphale looked at Morpheus without saying anything. He understood the message well, and even though he knew it was a bluff, because no one except Destiny and God knew what was in the book, he wanted to believe what those words meant.

It was scary, it would take time, but his winding path would one day lead him back to Crowley. Something inside him kept repeting it.

"Anyway…" Dream added before leaving. “If that wasn’t the Plan, there’s no stopping my sweet Y/N, or me, who hates seeing her sad.”

That same evening, aften several months, the angel contacted the demon for the first time.

It was complicated, because Crowley remained stubborn, and hurt, but he agreed to listen, a bit satisfied that it was not him who took the first step, feeling considered.

When she asked him if he had anything to do with it, and what he had done, Morpheus replied that he had simply been diplomatic and tactful.

"In other words he scared the cherub. Because fear works well with idiots."

“Matthew, leave us.”

“He was afraid of losing you last time, that’s why he agreed to talk.”

“Get out of my sight, now.”

"Thank you, Dream. Thank you so much." Y/N said, hugging him tenderly.

The problem was not resolved, but after several calls, because the fear of the wrath of Y/N and her lover was less strong than the fear of losing his demon, it was allowed to see the exchanges as a good omen for the future.

[aceonn]

SO SO SO

My two hyperfixations right now are Ensemble Stars and Project Sekai, so of course I had to think about what enstars and pjsekai characters I would want to see interact. And of course I made a list that has been sitting in my Notes app for God knows how long…

Units I want to see interact:

WonderlandsxShowtime and RYUSEITAI: There has been FANART of this for Gods sake (here and here) BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERALLY EACH OTHERS COUNTERPARTS. Like they’ve got the confident leader, the hyperactive group member(s), That One Guy, and the only semi-normal ones! I want to see Emu, Tetora, and Sengoku practicing poses together, Rui studying Kanata like a lab specimen, and Nene and Midori looking at each other, exhausted, saying “you too?” “sigh…yeah…”

Vivid Bad Squad and Knights: MY TWO FAVORITE UNITS INTERACTING!! YAY!! EVERYONE CHEERS!!! Akito would be even more exhausted now that he has more idiots to take care of…He would fucking HATE Leo…and I CRAVE Kohane and Suou interactions. I think Ritsu would probably use Toya as a lap pillow, he’d probably like the fact Toya would be too scared to move. Also I want to see An gay panicking over Arashi. I will accept no substitutes.

More More Jump and Ra*bits: EEK EEK EEK!! This would be so adorable like I just realized how similar Nazuna and Airi are…like they’re both energetic and responsible tsundere types (also did you know tsundere autocorrects to reindeer??) and Tomoya and Minori would be so precious…Shizuku would LOVE the Ra*bits members, she’d probably have so much fun playing with them. It would just be the cutest most wholesome group interactions ever.

Leo/Need and Trickstar: THEY ARE LITERALLY EACH OTHERS COUNTERPARTS OH MY GOD

Characters I want to see interact:

Hiyori Tomoe (Eden) and Mizuki Akiyama (Nightcord At 25:00): None of you understand how deeply I CRAVE this. I would commit FELONIES for this. I would murder someone or give someone toe curling backshots for JUST ONE HIYOMIZU INTERACTION. I want to see these two girlbosses girlboss together. They’re both mischievous transgender (With Hiyori it’s just a headcanon for Mizuki it’s practically confirmed) gremlins who love shopping and tormenting their two loyal servants (Ena and Jun) who they are most definitely in love with. (And Ena and Jun are probably trans too tbh) I want them to shop and try on clothes together. THAT IS ALL PLEASE

Rinne Amagi (Crazy:B) and Akito Shinonome (Vivid Bad Squad): YAY REDHEAD TO REDHEAD COMMUNICATION!!! I feel like Rinne would see through Akito’s “good boy” persona IMMEDIATELY and would be having the time of his life teasing Akito and trying to make him drop the persona. Akito would probably either try to keep up the persona to the end out of spite or drop it immediately to yell at Rinne. Either way it would be hilarious and a repeat of the AkiMizu interactions.

Sena Izumi (Knights) and Ena Shinonome (Nightcord At 25:00): Bro…they are literally gender bent versions of each other…Like come on. Two tsunderes who are hell bent on looking good at all times, are crushing on transgender gremlins (Leo and Mizuki) and are extremely fixated on social media and makeup?? Like yes please?? I want them to shop for makeup together, shit talk everyone, Ena force Izumi to take her social media pictures for her, and see them share skincare routines. I am BEGGING for this I DON’T CARE WHOSE DICK I HAVE TO SUCK PLEASE

Natsume Sakasaki (Switch) and Rui Kamishiro (WonderlandsxShowtime): I mean…I don’t think I have to explain this one…

Arashi Narukami (Knights) and Shizuku Hinomori (More More Jump): I would KILL for these two to model together and try on cute outfits. Arashi would get extremely worn out by having to watch over Shizuku 24/7 but would find her too precious to leave alone and honestly same. I imagine it to be a lot like when Mafuyu and Honami had to babysit Shizuku during the 2024 April Fools event. And to top it off, them as a duo would give everyone gay (and straight) panic. An would spontaneously combust with just one look.

Subaru Akehoshi (Trickstar) and Saki Tenma (Leo/Need): Honestly Trickstar and Leo/Need have so much in common! Their uniforms both suck!! (/j but not really) Subaru and Saki are both the energetic golden retrievers of the group, and I would LOVE to see them both interact, especially with characters like Shio and Midori. Just little wholesome bundles of sunshine!

Kaoru Hakaze (UNDEAD) and Mafuyu Asahina (Nightcord At 25:00): I’m just imagining Kaoru flirting with her (DW MAFUYU IS CANONICALLY 17/18 SO IN THIS AU SHES 18) and Mafuyu being completely unaffected by it…Kaoru would probably know something was up with her and be freaked out, similar to Emu, but would keep on regardless

Midori Takamine (RYUSEITAI) and Nene Kusanagi (WonderlandsxShowtime): Part 3 of They Are Literally Each Other! They are both the only normal members of their groups with crushes on their group leaders (POLYSHOW AND MIDOCHIA FOR THE WIN!!) and are both cynical and have a love for mascots! Him and Nene would go to the arcade together and absolutely EMPTY the crane machines. They would also play video games together and he would probably just backseat her lol

Kuro Kiryu (AKATSUKI) and Kohane Azusawa (Vivid Bad Squad): Like imagine how wholesome this would be. Kohane would probably be intimidated by Kuro at first, but she would warm up to him pretty quick. Kuro, on the other hand, would probably think she’s adorable and precious and treat her kinda like a small animal. THEY WOULD BE THE ONLY DUO EVER and honestly would work as a ship…Think about it…

HiMERU (Crazy:B) and Emu Otori (WonderlandsxShowtime): OK OK HEAR ME OUT Emu would probably be like a toned down, less assholey Rinne in the sense she would wear HiMERU down to no end but he would kinda subconsciously take care of her, like an older brother with a hyperactive little sister!

Mika Kagehira (Valkyrie) and Minori Hanasato (More More Jump): OH MY GOD TWO SILLIES WITH AUTISM AND EXTREMELY VISIBLE CRUSHES!! OH MY GOD!!

Leo Tsukinaga (Knights) and Kanade Yoisaki (Nightcord at 25:00): Two mentally ill composers with savior complexes meet…what could go wrong…They would probably like each other and compose songs together, and I think Leo would try to force Kanade to go outside and she would try to reject him in the nicest way possible but would just go along with it in the end…And then she would pass out and Leo would dump cold water on her or something (because he’s STUPID and I love him)

[btdtpofconfessions]

"Anon I need to hear your hcs-" OKAY!!!! HERE'S A TEXT WALL!!

The reason I started shipping Annabelle and Raven is because I stumbled upon Gato's art of the two in lingerie on Pinterest, and I immediately saw every way that they would work perfectly together. Both of their BPD/IED traits would go well together in the sense that they always have someone in their corner who understands their feelings, feels for them, and "overreacts" alongside them!! I think they would both be dominant - especially together - but not in a power struggle way. They would have REALLY good communication overall. They would be able to keep up their dominance over each other while being the bottom, while being the service top, or whatever other circumstance without being made powerless. They may even have occasional one night stands with a submissive character so that they can both be the dominant top! They are both drama lovers who rant to each other, listen to each other, shittalk other people together, and all that stuff. They're independent women together. Maybe a little on-and-off, but that doesn't necessarily mean breaking up with one another. Just that they're so passionate that they can burn out from others. They both give their 100 into the relationship(s), so they BOTH have a messy list of exes. They're trying.

Celia and Strade came from another Gato post that I stumbled upon on Pinterest; this time she was talking about BTD character's BDE, and Celia was the top of the chart. Then someone asked about Celia and Strade in the context of the BDE chart, and I LOVED the elaboration!!! It was along the lines of "they're opposites", "Celia is emotionally smarter/more observant than Strade", and "Celia would have the patience/impulse control to torment Strade properly" so she would be able to figure out Strade hates losing the control in the dynamics he's usually in. I love femdoms, and I especially love big/tall, masculine men being dommed by a woman! Like yeah Celia is gonna break down the toxic masculinity that Strade didn't even realise he had internalised so deeply! She's gonna HUMILIATE him! All while he learns what anxiety feels like firsthand! Imagine her getting along with Ren, letting him get some vengeance for all the shit Strade put him through, and taking the role of mommy for Ren while beating her unofficial boyfriend in the basement ♡ oh do I love broken homes.

Now onto the topic of Derek and Sid...You know everything I said about Annabelle and Raven? Yeah well they're the opposite. They suck at communication. They're both dominant, but very pushy about "I want to be on top/forcing you to submit" to the point consent is iffy. Sid is only there to leech off of Derek's money. Derek only keeps him because he wants to break him. Sid wanted to become a better person, but Derek brings out the most teasing, mean, sadistic side out of him. He actually ends up humiliating Derek into submission no matter who's on top or bottom. "Oh yeah? I bet you like having your dick in me. Look at how you're biting back moans." Meanwhile Sid is also biting back moans. Lots of toxic masculinity overall. They have the vibe of an old married couple who hate each other, sibling rivalry, and all/most abusive dynamics combined. I saw someone say they "match each other's freak" in a different submission I sent about them, and that summarises them in the least toxic way possible. Their relationship is a constant power struggle on both sides. They literally fucking hate each other too much to let the other go. Derek would feel like he's kicking a puppy if he threw Sid out - even though he knows Sid is only using him for his money. Actually kicking Sid though? That's probably the gentlest way he ever touches him! Meanwhile Sid tells Derek he "hits like a girl" or some stupid crap since his dumbass has a death wish or something. Idiot. I hate them and I wish them both the worst.

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[delighteddistractions555]

Sequel To The Random Rant In Fanfic Form

I had to get it out of my headspace.

Wukong found a shiny new package sitting on the front porch of his cabin. His golden eyes immediately found the elegant calligraphy script on the note attached to it. The Monkey King seized the message, realized for the millionth time that he really had to learn to READ at some point. Then reluctantly used his new mobile from MK to hit up the one person that he simultaneously hated but couldn’t bring himself to wish out of existence. It wasn’t long before a figure emerged out of the shadows. Macaque opened his mouth to berate the moron before him for waking him up from a leisure nap.

Then snapped it shut when he saw the package and more importantly the note.

He swiped the piece of paper without needing any further invitation. “Open it so we can see the gold.” He turned to Wukong expectantly. His fellow humanoid simian eagerly tore the box apart to reveal the gold. More accurately, a roof piece gilded with gold that weakly glowed of whatever magic it barely retained. Considering the culprit who smashed it must have been merciless with the pre-existing structure. 

Macaque held up the pagoda piece in his paws, “He freaking done it. That damn three-eyed half immortal has done it!! HA! That’s one less way the Celestial Realm can torment mystic monkeys now!!” The darker primate crackled. His sunnier counterpart giggled madly from seeing the pathetic piece of a once formidable prison now in their grasp. “Now we just gotta tell Nezzie-“ “Erlang already took Nezha you idiot! The note says so!”

“Well, EXCUSE ME for not knowing how to read!” Wukong retorted as he flicked his tail irritably. “For the last three millennia?…” Macaque stated unimpressed. The Monkey King cringed, “I’ll get to speed soon…At least I know how to speed dial!!” The monkeys stared at each other for a few awkward moments before laughing as madly as hyenas. “That piece will go perfectly in my treasure room~” Wukong reached out for the roof piece before his paws got swatted away. 

“What the heck no, I get to keep this gold!! You have more than enough junk already, you greedy bastard!” Macaque hissed. 

Wukong’s eyes widened in outrage, “Heeeeyyy!! That doesn’t mean you get dibs on it. I want it!!” 

Ten minutes later, MK had just strolled in whistling only to halt in his tracks. Finding two screeching monkeys wrestling on the grass as they fought over something glittering like gold. The perplexed brunette watched as Wukong and Macaque yelled monkey slurs at each other while tugging at the golden block thingy. The Monkie Kid turned to the little monkey subjects on the sidelines hoping they had some clarity. The little white furballs only stared back at him equally helpless. 

“Right…..I’ll take care of this.” The young man groaned audibly as he lowered into a running stance. In a flash of blinding gold he darted towards the struggling duo, knocked them over like bowling pins, and skidded away with the coveted object of gold in his hands. Wukong and Macaque immediately leapt back on their feet. Ready to tear apart whoever DARED-oh wait, it’s MK oops never mind… “Hey guys, what’s with the wrestling tournament for a brick?” He held up the broken roof piece.

Sun Wukong grinned wide, “Oh! That’s what was left of the Celestial Pagoda! Well, it’s one of the pieces still left over!” The noodle delivery boy once again found himself completely flabbergasted. “HUH?!?!” The Monkey King sauntered over to his successor as he leaned against him. “Yes siree!! We won’t have to worry about that pesky little prison anymore! You can thank Erlang for that.” 

“ER-ER-ERLANG SHEN?!?!” MK gasped like a fish as his mentor/crazy big brother figure plucked the pagoda piece out of his hands. The golden simian smirked at a fuming Macaque as he tucked his prize away in his cloak. “Yep! Erlang is my sworn brother from the glory days so of course he would help me out! Couldn’t have Li Jing holding that stupid pagoda over us! Besides, it was no biggie for him to trash the accursed thing while kidnapping Nezha!”

MK felt like his skull was shattered, “ERLANGSHENJUSTDIDWHATHOWWHY?!?!”

The self proclaimed Great-Sage-Equal-To-Heaven chuckled as he reached over to ruffle MK’s hair, “Rescue! I meant rescue silly! Because really Nezha’s home life sucks-“

“Perhaps you shouldn’t have said kidnap Wukong.” Macaque spoke up.

A warning too late as Wukong almost fell over from the vacant spot that MK once was. The cocky primate gulped as he called out desperately, “WAIT MK I WAS JUST JOKING-“

Ten leisure minutes before mystic monkey impact….

Nezha had never felt so relaxed since, forever probably! The lotus deity sat back in a cozy garden chair. Positioned fully in the sun’s rays to soak up as much sunlight as his plant-composed body desired. A tall glass of iced tea stood on the small table next to him. He never had tea purposefully served cold before, but Erlang urged him to try it. He carefully lifted the glass and slowly drank in the soothing liquid through the straw. Hhhhmmmm, not a bad modern improvisation… He sighed contentedly as he set the glass back down.

As he leaned back, the usually ruffled brunette couldn’t help but feel like he could get used to this. He hardly ever received breaks despite working his hide off nearly 24/7. Yet unlike some people he prefers not to name at the moment, Erlang appreciated his work and gave him off time. If his new life meant that he could look forward to more peaceful moments like this in his senior brother’s front yard. He was definitely not going to let anybody from the Celestial Realm, especially his so-called dad, take this away from him. 

Wow, only a few months back and gēgē already corrupted me… Heh, if Heaven wasn’t in such dire need of operational gods I could just retire here… Nezha thought idly to himself as he watched the sun grow brighter, bigger, and closer- OH FREAKING FLAMING LOTUSES WAS THAT MK?!?! The celestial warrior leapt out of his chair just in time for the Monkie Kid to crash land. The fiery war god cringed from the splintering of wood and eyed the split tea with a slight sense of loss. He groaned as he resigned himself to once again being pulled into whatever chaos Sun Wukong’s successor got into this time…

He walked over to pick up MK from the wreckage. Setting him upright and spraying him clean with a flurry of his magical petals. “Child. Care to explain the sudden need to intrude upon my afternoon off?” He asked soothingly in order to calm the boy down enough to give him a proper answer. Only his tone must have not been soothing enough, for Nezha soon found himself swept up in bridal style in the Monkie Kid’s arms. “Don’t worry Nezzie!! I’m here to save you!!” MK proclaimed courageously before being slapped by a familiar red sash.

“UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT YOU FOOL!!!” The unamused deity demanded as he managed to squirm out of the delusional delivery boy’s grasp. Before slapping MK with his signature sash again. “Ow!!! Hey!! I’m TRYING to rescue you here Nezha!!” The poor hero cried out as he reached out to grab the god again. The unwilling prince jumped back six feet away and hissed, “IF I needed to be rescued child-I would have already done so. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE FOR THE NEXT FOUR DAYS. I’m on some much-needed off time!!” He crossed his arms as he finished his demand.

He watched as the gears started to turn in the kid’s head. Hopefully to bring MK to the logical conclusion that: “GASP!!! I should have known!! ERLANG SHEN BRAINWASHED YOU INTO BEING HIS HOSTAGE RIGHT?!?!” Nezha felt as if Wukong himself smashed him with his staff. That said staff being aimed towards his he-OH FRICK NO MK!!!! 

Erlang and Xiaotian soon arrived home to discover that it wasn’t the way the master left it. Instead of coming home to a cute and fully relaxed junior brother. He found the entire yard surrounding the house peppered with craters or large patches of singed grass with lotus petals scattered about. His new garden chair was reduced to bits and good tea laid to waste on the ground. As if that wasn’t enough, he found an infuriated (but still cute) junior brother trying to whack the Monkie Kid with the latter’s own staff.

“HOLD STILL YOU FOOL!! SO I CAN KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOUR THICK SKULL!!!” 

“I’M TRYING TO RESCUE YOU FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!”

“BY RUINING MY AFTERNOON AND TRYING TO BASH ME WITH WUKONG’S STUPID STICK!??!”

“NOW YOU’RE TRYING TO HIT ME WITH IT!!!”

“AFTER YOU TRIED TO HIT ME THE FIRST TEN TIMES WITH IT!! GETTING WRECKED BY WUKONG WITH IT IS MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR ME!!!”

Eventually he felt a whoosh of wind as the Monkey King himself descended from his cloud. The Six-Earred Macaque rose from the golden monkey’s shadow. The demigod turned all three of his eyes at Wukong. “Dude, what the frick did you do?” “HEY!! You act like I’m responsible for-“ “He told MK you kidnapped  Nezha.” Macaque smirked, which earned a growl from his sunnier counterpart. “It was supposed to be a joke okay!!” The Monkey King protested with his paws held up. 

Erlang rolled his eyes before turning to the scene of chaos. Which had moved to the roof where MK was holding back a furious Nezha still trying to whack him like he would a mosquito with a fly swatter. The elder war god called out sternly, “Yo! Didi!! Get off the roof this instant and give Wukong’s pupil back his stick!” Nezha momentarily withdrew from his fiery frenzy to realize that his senior brother had returned home. “But gēgē!!” The younger god pleaded. “IT'S NOT A STICK!!!” Sun Wukong and MK protested at the same time.

The former war general continued gazing coolly at Nezha as he firmly kept his stance. “Didi, now. Or else I’m putting you on curfew and throwing in naptime while I’m at it.” The lotus prince gasped, completely scandalized and his royal pride offended. I cannot believe I let him treat me like a child sometimes… He moaned to himself as he reluctantly returned MK’s staff to him. Before jumping off the roof and landing next to his older brother with a grouchy frown. Erlang found the expression too cute to pass up some well-deserved hair ruffling. “HEEEY!!! Gēgē stooooppp!!” The shorter deity tried to swat his hands away to no avail.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong climbed up the house walls to the roof. Where he found a very exasperated and completely flabbergasted MK. ”Uh bud, when I said kidnapped, I meant rescued. Sorry about the mix-up!” He wrapped his tail comfortingly around a still bamboozled Monkey Boy. The younger monkey warrior remained quiet for a good while. Then finally spluttered, “Can someone PLEASE tell me what the spilled noodles is going on?!?!” 

[gogandmagog]

I need your thoughts in a Gilbert who didn't meet Anne until later in life- let's say at redmond

For the sake of historical accuracy, PLEASE PICTURE ME DOING THE RASPUTIN DANCE as I read this. I love this ask, and I stan the asker. 🫡❤️

I think we’ve briefly talked about this before, in a superficial sort of way, but I’m obviously thrilled to get a little (read: okay, a lot) more detailed.

What would Gilbert be like, if he hadn’t met Anne until Redmond?

Anytime anyone takes this approach in fanfiction… I admit; I cower in a corner and try to look away. Of all the Anne multiverses, this is my least favourite. Like, easily. This notion makes my head and my heart say OW OW OW. For me, a big part of why Anne and Gilbert went in so deep was the heft and weight of the history between them. Their story is a slow burn that lasts well over a decade, these two idiots-in-love have known each other since they were 11 and ‘nearly 14’ respectively. We have all the good stuff, right? Their initial meet-cute-to-end-all-other-meet-cutes, the frenemies, the one-then-two-sided pining, the grand gestures that give way to an honest friendship (no one makes Anne laugh like Gilbert does, and he’s the SOLE fellow she feels comfortable enough with to share her honest feelings with, also see: Rollings Reliable)… it just means so much to me. When we take that away, we take away so much of what makes them… them.

But of course, you can rely on Gilbert himself to articulate these thoughts, too.

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been NO separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?” — Gilbert ‘the absolute sweetest and most poignant peach’ Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

But hey. Let’s go there anyway, because it v interesting and natural to wonder and speculate about.

To make it make sense, we must first subtract Anne from Green Gables, and Avonlea.

And 🥴… there’s a lot of collateral there. Minnie May Berry would’ve suffered the most and pays for the Anne-void discrepancy with her actual life. Lavendar Lewis? She would’ve never reconnected with Stephen Irving… and Mister Harrison would have stayed estranged from his wife. There’d be no A.V.I.S., although that seems like teeny-tiny in the wake of the rest. On the flip side, would Matthew have lived longer had the boy meant for Green Gables actually been sent? A solid maybe. And Gilbert? He would’ve never had any sense knocked (cracked, slated) into him.

Before Anne arrives in Avonlea we have a couple canon descriptions of Gilbert, thanks to Diana. We learn that he ‘torments the life’ out of the girls (and further, that they like it), and that he’s “aw’fly” handsome. We first see him pinning Ruby Gillis’ hair unto the back of her desk chair. A hot minute later, he’s all but desperate for Anne to look at him. Moreover, he thinks Anne should look at him.

“Gilbert Blythe wasn’t used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure.” — Anne of Green Gables

Without Anne? Gilbert Blythe is probably a bit of cad (need that gif of Josie Pye saying, “Gilbert Blythe is rake” right here). Just kind of a regular hoe. BUT. We have a canon quote to support this, too.

‘Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather “fast” set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne’s friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it.’ — Anne of Avonlea

I feel in terms of just straight-up facts, we can reduce Anneless Gilbert to :

1. a smarty pants in an academic sense,

2. a smarty pants in the jokey non-academic sense

3. popular

4. cute, and aware he’s cute; that ‘teasing smile’ never really quits and he carries on winking ‘with inexpressible drollery’ just whenever he sees fit

This list looks a lot like the Gilbert we canonly know, until we arrive at…

5. egotistical on a degree level of… eh, medium-rare?

Without Anne to ego-check him; Gilberts pride remains fully intact, and what’s more, it’s grown and developed into a mature and self-assured vanity by the time he lands in Kingsport. Without Anne, by the time he’s 17, I think he’s probably walked home and/or kissed every pretty or exceptional girl in a good fifteen-mile radius. I would alsooo guess that Avonlea folks imagined he’d eventually settle down with Ruby. But what they don’t know is that he’s gone kissed every last one of the fine Gillis sisters. Even the oldest ones, Myra and Sara. I would also confidently speculate that this boy’s rather cavalier with his Romeo-ing ways, too, and that he’s inadvertently hurt some very real feelings… without even fully realising it. He just doesn’t take anything… seriously. Which Gillis sister did he kiss first? Oh, don’t ask him. He doesn’t remember.

And let’s support this guess with another semi-related and semi-justifying canon quote?

"Did I ever correspond with Ruby Gillis? I'd forgotten. Poor Ruby!” — Gilbert ‘dashing out heart hopes everywhere’ Blythe, Anne of Ingleside

But awoooo, settle down? No, Sir, not Gilbert. Gilbert wanders into Redmond a bachelor, free and clear of any responsibilities or ties, back home. ‘Excellent creatures though they are,’ there’s not been a single girl that he’s crossed paths with that has yet been able to stir his deeps… or even his shallows.

ADDITIONALLY… he walks into Redmond maybe two or three years earlier than he did in the books. Because without Anne, Gilbert has no reason to give up the Avonlea school – he saves his would-be room and board expenses by living at the Blythe homestead, and very simply and economically gets to college all the quicker for it. He does still want to be a Doctor. He has a great-uncle that’s a Doctor over in Four Winds, and Gilbert still believes…

“It’s a splendid profession,” he said enthusiastically. “A fellow has to fight something all through life . . . didn’t somebody once define man as a fighting animal? . . . and I want to fight disease and pain and ignorance . . . which are all members one of another. I want to do my share of honest, real work in the world, Anne . . . add a little to the sum of human knowledge that all the good men have been accumulating since it began. The folks who lived before me have done so much for me that I want to show my gratitude by doing something for the folks who will live after me. It seems to me that is the only way a fellow can get square with his obligations to the race.” — Gilbert ‘getting rather sentimental now’ Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

Now here’s where I fall off and digress again. I believe this is the end of educated guessing and reasonable fact-inventing about what an Anneless Gilbert probably looks like.

But for bonus points, what happens with this version of Gilbert collides with a version of Anne that never made it to Avonlea? Do they still get together? Likely. But HOW?

If someone put a gun to my head (lollll) and made me write (as previously denounced, I realise) a fanfiction about it (warning, it’s definitely gonna be giving… sensationalist and 🤌🏻 fanfictiony, but really if you’re gonna go AU… go AU; all this fully recognising that this would never be a LMM setting), here’s how I’d try to pull it off:

Anne, by the time she’s fourteen, has run away from the Hopetown Assylum. It’s nothing but hunger (Anne of Ingleside), verbal abuse, maybe worse abuse, and (despite the name) hopelessness there. Anne’s resourceful, we know she has a special knack for making things happen, and she decides to strike out on her own. But not without a plan. There’s not a lot of jobs for kids out there that also come with a safe place to lay their heads at night (though she might make up her mind to sleep under a nice obliging tree, should the need arise; “I had made up my mind that if you didn’t come for me to-night I’d go down the track to that big wild cherry-tree at the bend, and climb up into it to stay all night. I wouldn’t be a bit afraid, and it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don’t you think?” ), so she, playing to her strengths and daring to dream, thinks of drama and being a stage actress. She gives a spectacularly good reading of Tennyson’s “the Lady of Shalott” to a Hopetown Theatre manager who not only pities her but also finds her wildly entertaining. Alas… he cannot offer her a job. He tells her, though, that he has contacts with W.W. Cole Circus (they toured Nova Scotia in the 1880’s, I checked this out too; I have whatever unimaginative disability it is that requires even fantasies to have bearings in reality), that W.W. Cole is always looking for cheap labour while they tour. Only!! They really just hire/have use for boys. (We can circle back to déjà vu-ish Green Gables problems here.) Anne, however, doesn’t care. She’s got a lead. She knows she can work just as hard as any boy, and means to prove it. She’s given a job (mucking elephant stalls, for starters) on a trial basis (circling Avonlea again), and does such a bang-up job that she’s kept on for a week. She becomes an instant friend with “Nova Scotian Giantess” Anna Swan. (Also a real person, from a real W.W. Cole circus circuit, pls see above regarding fantasies borne from reality. She was 7 feet, 11 inches tall, 400 pounds, and eventually married another ‘giant’ from Kentucky). Anna advocates for Anne to be kept on permanently (trying to @ Aunt Josephine almost, here). Anna, who is emphatically religious (irl when she retired, she went on to teach Sunday School at her church) and ladylike and kind, sees to Anne’s studies and upbringing when they aren’t performing. She recognises Anne’s academic abilities and leverages her own position to see that Anne is promoted, as the years carry on. Anna, duh, encourages Anne to save her wages—enough to get herself through four years at Redmond college… that she might go on to have a career outside the instability of circus acts. By the time Anne is 20, she’s far more widely recognised as Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald, and she’s a terribly accomplished trapeze artist and a very elegant acrobat (let’s throw in one minor incident where she fell off a tightrope and broke her ankle here, as we circle back to Avonlea ridgepoles), as well as especial homies with every tiger and elephant and cigar-smoking-chimp that graces the ring. She woefully wears the assigned pink tights and costume, despite often still lamenting that “red haired people should never wear pink.” She also has finally saved enough of her wages to get herself a B.A.

Her very last performance sees her signing off at W.W. Cole’s Kingsport show. Who do you bet’s in the audience? Gilbert Blythe. The football captain, Lamba Theta inductee, incumbent class president… who also, as it happens, is there escorting one Philippa Gordon.

“I saw only one really handsome fellow among them. He went away before you came. I heard his chum call him Gilbert.” — Phil Gordon, Anne of the Island

Gilbert’s taken with ‘Lady Cordelia’ at first glance. Phil’s also taken with her. The two spend the rest of the show trying to spot Lady Cordelia in her support roles of the other acts. Is that Lady Cordelia lighting the fiery rings? At any rate, for Gilbert, the deeps? Shaken, stirred, invariably earthquaked, when he and Phil get to make actual introductions at the end of the evening production, as they and the rest of the crowd walk out, stage-door style. Anne, on the other hand, is unimpressed at best.That boy was “awfully bold to wink at a strange girl” (he’s not even the first fellow to wink at her in the last thirty minutes)… all while another girl was on his arm, no less. Rather a splendid chin, though. 👀 Maybe one could say he was equally as handsome as he was bold.

“But, of course, the one I like best I can’t get. Gilbert Blythe won’t take any notice of me, except to look at me as if I were a nice little kitten he’d like to pat. Too well I know the reason. I owe you a grudge, Queen Anne.” — Philippa Gordon, Anne of the Island

That small matter aside, who else might be in attendance? I mean, Roy Gardner, of course. (This could easily substitute his, “And you are the Miss Shirley who read the Tennyson paper at the Philomathic the other evening, aren’t you?”)

Days later, and still wanting to know exactly who she was, Phil catches sight of ‘Lady Cordelia’ (wearing Redmond colors, at that!) reading epitaphs at Old St. John’s cemetery, and we slip back into canon here. Almost. Phil and Anne become fast friends, as is natural and fitting, but far less can be said for poor Gilbert, who now has a very awkward time trying to gently cast off Phil while simultaneously wanting to cosy up to her new freshette friend. After all, Anne is Gilbert’s ideal woman.

If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert’s future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. — Gilbert Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

For Gilbert to finally win over that ‘Queen Anne, my Queen Anne, queen of my heart’ we’ll need to see academic rivalry, a relationship-mending grand gesture (these two starting off on the wrong foot is a canon event, and I cannot interfere), Gilbert Saves a Life or Two (lots of congenital health problems for people of Anna’s size, her hand is shooting right up as a volunteer for this incident, and by now Gilbert is nearly white coat qualified), one rejected proposal after two years of genuine friendship, Anne and Roy fully courting, and Gilbert Blythe’s to ego finally give way to the purity of his dreams and aspirations.

“He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert’s eyes Anne’s greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls—the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations.” -- Anne of Avonlea

And ultimately, this seems like a good place for that old case of typhoid for Gilbert and for Anne to realise her feelings, too. It would take Gilbert a full four years and nearly dying trying, to put a ring on it. For my last trick (read: in conclusion), here's a cute lil’ attempt at more canon justification for this utter nonsense (if you just squint):

"Mother dearwums," said Jem, "can I have those old ostrich feathers in the garret to sew in the back of my pants for a tail? We're going to have a circus tomorrow and I'm to be the ostrich. And we're going to get an elephant." "Do you know that it costs six hundred dollars a year to feed an elephant?" said Gilbert solemnly. "An imaginary elephant doesn't cost anything," explained Jem patiently. Anne laughed. "We never need to be economical in our imaginations, thank heaven." — Anne of Ingleside

SO FRIENDS. ROMANS. @batrachised.

What would yooooour take on an Anneless Gilbert be? An Avonlealess Anne? I’m sooo curious.

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DRIVERS LICENCE

PAIRING jake x reader GENRE best friends to lovers to exes, angst no comfort, highschool/college AU WARNINGS insecurities,infidelity surpriseeee WC 1.1k series masterlist

March 3rd, 2003

leaning in close, with a melted popsicle in his hand, jakes eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke of your future adventures. "Imagine this," jake said, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips. "you get your driver's license, and we hit the open road. we drive across the country, all the way to Malibu."

your heart fluttered at the thought, a blend of anticipation and affection swelling within you. you leaned back, your eyes shining with a reflection of the dream jake had introduced. "malibu," you repeated, your voice filled with a sense of wonder and disbelief. "so you want me to waste perfect gas and go to malibu?? out of all places? sure, once we arrive, we'll find the perfect spot on the beach, lay out a blanket, and enjoy strawberry ice cream as we watch the rich rotting away with their money." you exclaimed sarcastically in which he only laughed. eyes formed into little crescents, complimenting the stars you held for him in your own.

"come on, we need to get out of this hell of a town! get a little bit adventurous! i swear, if i see Mrs O'Conners face any longer after we graduate, i'm going to go mental" he sighed dramatically, putting his whole body weight on your chest.

days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. the promise of the open road and the taste of strawberry ice cream lingered in your mind as you tried to navigate the final year of high school. but as graduation approached, a subtle shift began to weave its way into the fabric of your dreams.

the reality of adulthood loomed, casting a shadow on your plans. responsibilities and obligations tugged at your hearts, threatening to unravel the adventures you both had envisioned. doubt crept in, trying to extinguish the flames of growing up

one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, jake and you found yourselves back on the park bench where your dreams had first taken flight. the weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, a silent question lingering between you two.

he turned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and longing. "do you still believe in our dreams?" he asked, voice tinged with strange vulnerability.

you paused, your gaze meeting his with a smile plastered on your face and on that night, he thanked the lord for making you his. "of course i do," you replied, your voice filled with enthusiasm. "life may throw challenges our way, but as long as we believe in each other and the dreams we share, nothing can stand in our way. and hey, we're only a state away from each other. i believe in us"

as long as you were together, you understood that the road you had traveled had shaped you, him being accepted into his dream college in DC and you going to yours in virginia. and as you walked hand in hand, ready to face whatever laid ahead, you both knew that your dreams would continue to evolve, intertwining with the flow of life itself.

December 13, 2003

or that's what you thought.

in the quiet corners of the your room, a worn leather bound diary laid nestled among a sea of memories. its pages held a tale of roller coasters ,love and heartache, of a connection that was once unbreakable. you knew that the story of jake and you, two idiotic teenagers with little care of the future had ended not more than a month ago.

your journey began in the innocence of childhood, his scrawny self introducing himself to you in 3rd grade, which turned into an interesting friendship, where laughter echoed through the streets as you played and tormented your neighbors together. as time passed, your bond deepened, evolving into a love that topped friendship. jake became your moon, your sirius that guided you out of your lonely thoughts and into a world filled with hope

within the diary's fragile pages, your heart poured forth in ink, capturing every stolen glance, every touch that sent electric currents through your veins. you wrote of the way jakes presence made you feel alive, how his laughter echoed in your soul, and how his touch ignited a symphony of butterflies that danced within you.

but as with any fairytale, darkness eventually crept into their idyllic world. it showed up in the form of a lab class, where a new face captured your boyfriend's attention. your heart shattered when your friend informed you about his infidelity and something in you had died that night as you watched your lover gravitate towards this stranger, like a moth drawn to a flickering flame.

the diary became your safe space, your refuge in the storm called jake, trying to find shelter in the hot acidic rain of heartbreak. you poured your heartache onto its pages, expressing your confusion, your pain, and the overwhelming sense of betrayal that consumed you. every word etched into the paper was a bandaid slowly repairing the damage that he left behind in your heart

with shaky hands, you flipped to an empty page, thoughts of doubts plaguing your mind. "dear diary", the words came out messier than you have expected, in which you only cursed at yourself

"and dear jake,

i got my driver's license last week"

and as you poured your heart out once again, you felt a stone lifting from your chest. you should get over him at this point, you knew he moved on long ago, but you couldnt. you couldn't understand how a once so loving individual could break you into a million pieces. so, as you closed the notebook, a sense of peace settled within you. the memories would always be a part of you, but you had sworn to yourself that they will no longer held power over your heart. you were ready to embrace the unwritten chapters of your life, you were still young after all, to find love as great as you had with jake sim.

′Cause how could I ever love someone else?

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Kinktober Day 4 biting/marking - Riza/Laxus (Fairy Tail)

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, body and pussy worship.

Summary: Welcome to day two of kinktober. Enjoy some Riza and Laxus smut. Reading my first one shot of them would be helpful for the already established relationship

Word count: 3418

Last Day Next Day

It became clear quickly that Laxus was not going to leave any time soon. Riza had spotted the man poking his head not only around town but even at the old guild hall having seen him from time to time. It's not like she minded. They had not spoken to each other since the one night they spent together. It's not like she had anything to say to the man. Sure it had been fun, sure she was completely willing to do it again. But she had more important things to worry about. Jobs were still rare and she liked being able to eat. Still it was wonderful having the guild back together. It was odd how quiet things had truly been with all the strong wizards gone. Natsu and Gray still argued daily. Erza would beat them into shape, even Elfman running around like an idiot after his two sisters had oddly been greatly missed.

And it was clear falling back into life for some was harder than others. Seven years had been a long time and a lot had happened. Riza tried not to pay the returned guild mates too much attention. She was busy going about her own life. She went on missions, most were small jobs around town, and she returned to her room to sleep. 

She had just finished a job in town when she was making her way back to the guild. Her steps never even paused as a grating voice she knew well filled her ears and she had to hold back the urge to groan as the voice called her name. 

“Riza! Oi little Riza,” she finally paused in her steps and turned to face the man that tormented her in her teens. He was so damn annoying. 

“What do you want Bixlow?” She growled at the man who just tossed his long arms up into the air in surrender at her anger. 

His fellow guild mates were staring at the tall man with exasperated looks on their faces. She could only assume that they had warned the man that she may act like that. It had been no secret he bugged and bullied her when she had been seven years younger then them and not the same age. 

“No need to bite my head off, baby,” he had said as he raised his arms in surrender before dropping them down. 

“I just wanted to know if you were aware of the good news,” he said as he and the other two walked towards her. Instead of asking him what he was talking about she turned to look at Freed. 

“What good news?” She asked as she looked over at the green haired man. She still struggled to believe that Freed had cut his long green hair off. 

“Laxus will be returning to the guild,” he said simply, which had Bixlow whining that he wanted to tell her. It was a surprise to hear. She honestly assumed after the shit that idiot had pulled he would never have been allowed back. But it sounded like he had been an important person to have at Tenrou Island. And those good deed’s had earned him his forgiveness.  

“And you decided I needed to know that immediately why?” She should never have bothered to ask that question. 

“Well we figured you would be happy to learn about that after all you and Laxus hooked up when we got back,” by the look that was shot at Bixlow by his two fellow thunder legion members he was not meant to say that to her. And there was good reason for it. Laxus had told them. She was pissed. She had not told a soul about what the two of them had done that night. She was not sure if her cheeks were heating out of anger or embarrassment. 

“Where’s Laxus?” She asked, her voice far calmer than she felt. Which was probably why the idiot in front of her did not see her bubbling anger. Instead thinking she was happy and not pissed. 

“Probably at his home,” the tall idiot said as he shrugged his shoulders. She did not even thank him before she was storming off toward where she recalled the man used to live before he left the guild. 

“How did you know those two hooked up?” Evergreen had asked as the three of them had stood back watching. 

“I didn’t. But they disappeared at the same time and Laxus has been watching her lately. He would never admit it. But it’s clear he likes her,” Bixlow said before he started to saunter back towards the guild. 

“You just pissed her off. You know she’s about to go yell at him,” Evergreen pointed out as the group started walking again. 

“What better way for them to have some angry make up sex then,” Bixlow had shrugged his shoulders and smirked as he heard Evergreen start to gag. 

She had quickly stormed across town and up the little dirt road that led up to the cabin that Laxus had called home. Even in that time her anger did not subside. As she reached his door she banged her fist into the wood and she did not stop till a voice yelled at her to stop before the door swung open. Laxus stood there looking irritated at her. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked unsure why the woman was just banging on his door like a mad woman. 

“You told them,” she yelled at him. Which had his irritation change to curiosity. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” He had asked as he stood there raising one pale eyebrow at her. 

“Bixlow, Freed and Evergreen. You told them we slept together,” she barked at him as if he should have known what she was talking about. He looked surprised as she barked at him. 

“I did not,” he said, denying what she knew had to be true. 

“Yes you did. Bixlow told me he knew. The only way that was possible is if you told him,” she was completely yelling at him. Which would have been funny to see a short woman standing there yelling at a man who looked like he could snap her in half. 

“I did not tell Bixlow,” Laxus stood his ground. And surprisingly held back his own temper. His stand had her pause for a moment in her yelling. Her face was still red but it was hard to tell if it was anger or embarrassment. 

“Then how did he know?” She asked as she paused in her yelling. 

“He probably didn’t. He probably made some teasing comment, you reacted and he assumed and you just solidified that he was right by coming here in a storm and yelling at me.” Laxus said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Her anger had disappeared as fast as it had come and a heavy embarrassment washed over her as she stood there on his doorstep. 

She was not sure what to say as she stood there on his doorstep. Sorry probably should have been the first thing she said. Yet she stood there frozen before she let out a groan and her shoulders slumped in defeat. She had just fucked herself over hadn’t she?

“I fucked up,” that was probably the closest thing to an apology she was going to give. Which had the blonde laughing at her. 

“Oh yeah you did,” he agreed, which only made her groan more. 

“Don’t agree,” she whined softly which only earned her more laughter from him. 

“Do you wanna come in?” Laxus decided to try and change the subject as she just stood there on his doorstep. 

“I probably should just head back,” she said with a heavy sigh. 

“Are you sure you want to return to the guild right now?” He asked, expecting Bixlow would be there and waiting for a chance to tease her. And it seemed she realized the same thing as her face scrunched up. 

“Never mind. Thank you for inviting me in,” she said as he had stepped back and opened up the doorway to his home allowing her to walk in. His home was in no way huge. But it was much larger than her tiny room. The place was warm and comfortable. Very homey. 

It was not as weird being around him as she had expected it to be. Maybe he had matured during his time away from the guild or they just seemed to get along better then she recalled they ever did. Then again she avoided his group like the plague thanks to Bixlow. But even Laxus talked with her like an equal compared to how she thought he used to look down at her like most of the other Fairy Tail guild members. 

And the fact that when she got up to leave and his strong arms wrapped around her waist she found herself sitting in his lap. A squeak of his name had escaped her lips. She had not expected it when she went to leave. She could feel his nose running over the skin of her neck. 

“Stay,” had been the single word he had nearly whispered into her skin before his lips were on her neck. She sat in his lap, her back up against his chest as he leaned over her in order to trail kisses over her soft skin. As soon as he started to suck on her unmarked skin she couldn’t help but moan. She had really enjoyed the last time. What harm could come from repeating that one time they were together. 

She didn’t try to pull away and as she moaned she could feel his cock twitch against her ass. Her moan also seemed to only encourage him to do more. His lips sucked and kissed at all the exposed skin he could reach. Though her shirt did not expose much as it sat close around her neck. Which earned a growl from the dragon slayer behind her. And before she could say a word his hands were tugging her shirt up. She let him as she raised her arms to help prevent him from ripping the shirt right off of her. 

In only her sports bra there was much more of her skin exposed. Lips were all over her right shoulder in an instant. Kisses and hickeys being left behind. That was till she suddenly let out a cry and her body jolted. Large arms wrapped around her body preventing her from running. Though she had no desire to run. The pain has shocked her. Teeth had sunk into her flesh. It burned slightly. And looking down once he had let go revealed indents for almost every single tooth in his mouth. The area was red and looked sore. Yet his tongue still lapped over the fresh mark he had just made. She shivered and whimpered at the feeling. It hurt and yet the wetness in her panties revealed that a part of her had enjoyed that, a little too much at that. As he let go her body went limp in his lap. That had been way too much of a turn on. 

She was not the only one who had enjoyed that. The sudden urge to bite had been incredibly strong. So much so that he just did it. He had sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. He almost thought she was going to try and run away. He had almost attempted to draw blood. The skin was already a bright red once he brought himself to release his jaw. That had felt good, the little noises she made had helped. But it was the scent of her arousal that told him she really had enjoyed that. 

His cock was hard and nearly digging into one of her ass cheeks as she sat on his lap panting heavily as she nearly felt like she was melting back against his chest. She was putty in his arms now. Who knew a good little love bite was all it took and she would become so pliant. 

Scooping her up into his arms was easy to do when she did not fight him. She let out a squeak of surprise and her hands had gripped weakly at his shirt. But she did not struggle or even ask to be put down. She let him carry her through his home and into his room. More gently than the last time he placed her down on his bed. Seeing her in his bed this time tickled a very odd primal feeling in the back of his head. She was his and she was in his home now. 

He blamed the dragon lacrima buried in his body for his less than human feelings. He never fought against these feelings though. It just felt natural to go with them. Like before he had wanted to sink his teeth into her. Mark her, claim her, make sure that anyone who saw her would know she was his. After all, by now the enteror guild had to know about them. Why hide it? And it made him more happy than he could express. His teeth ached to do it again too. 

He gave in to his more animalistic desires as he placed her in his bed. His fingers fumbling to undo her pants and then start ripping them down her legs. He nearly ripped her off the bed on the first tug he had pulled so hard. 

He couldn’t help but want her naked, her body still filled his dreams after the last time he had seen her. His hands itched to feel her smooth skin and his teeth now ached to mark that unblemished skin. He wanted her naked and naked now. His fingers gripped the top of her panties and peeled the damp material away from her body. He was a little more gentle this time as he did not need to pull so hard to get her panties off. The look she was giving him also was a clear warning that if he ripped them she would be unhappy. 

Her own fingers tugged at her sports bra quickly so that she was completely naked. His eyes were roaming over her body even as his own hands pulled his shirt up and over his head to toss across his bedroom. As soon as his shirt was over his head her eyes openly ran over his body. Then again he had not tried to hide his ogling so why should she? 

He was still wearing his pants as he started to crawl across the bed towards her. She did not even try to keep her legs closed as she welcomed him to crawl over her body. His lips started to kiss along the inside of her leg. First his lips pressed kisses along her ankle. Then the side of her calf, up to the inside of a knee, up and along her thighs. The flesh there was soft and supple. The temptation was too much. Once again he sank his teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh. She let out a cry of pain that was quick to melt away into a moan as her body squirmed lightly beneath him. 

Letting go of her thigh he watched as once again he left his dental imprint in her skin. Deciding she needed a matching set he turned and did the same to the other thigh. This time she was expecting it. She moaned out as his teeth sank into her flesh. He sucked softly at the flesh that his teeth dug into. He was pretty sure a bruise was forming by the time he let go. The fact that these marks would last days made him far happier than they should have. 

Moving up he finally found his target. Her folds were dripping by the time his tongue was lapping over her. He could feel fingers reaching down to entangle in his hair. His fingers spread her open for him as his tongue delved in like a man starved. He could feel her body squirming beneath his hold. But he paid it no attention. Her moans told him to continue and so he did. 

His tongue flicked her clit and her body nealy convulsed under the action as he teased her sensitive bud. The strangled moan she let out pleased him as he slipped two fingers into her body. Her juices coated his fingers and hand. His fingers thrust into her as he gave a soft suck at her clit. Her walls clamped around his fingers as she cried out in pleasure. 

He quickly snatched his fingers out of her body and leaned back. She whined and whimpered. She had been so close and yet he had snatched away her orgasm just as it had started to build. She wanted to cry when he snatched her pleasure away. 

“Laxus!” She begged softly as she watched his right hand move up and he was wiping her juices from his chin. Hearing her beg for him to continue had his patients drawing thin. He quickly undid his pants and started pushing them down his hips. 

He slowly started to crawl up her body. Once again trailing kisses over her soft skin. Kicking his pants off he slowly crawled up her body. He gave one nipple a playful nip of his teeth but he did not linger long. She was not the only one who was eager. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her pinned to the bed just where he wanted her to be. His tip brushed her entrance and he could feel her body shiver beneath him in need. 

In one hard thrust he sheathed himself deep into her body. She cried out and he could feel her fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. She did not ask him to stop and he was thankful, he did not want to stop nor did he think he could stop. His hips picked up a fast and brutal pace. His! She was his and he would make sure everyone knew. 

On her other shoulder at the junction of her shoulder and neck he dug his teeth into flesh once again. This time not as hard. But he still gave a good suck as her walls clamped down around him when he bit her. He even moaned into her flesh as her walls clamped down around him. She was so good, so perfect, and his.

Letting go of her shoulder he was panting heavily as his hips thrust. Nails were running down his back now as if she could force him closer to her somehow. He welcomed the sting from her scratches. He was so close. But then again by the sound of her whines and moans that filled his ears she was as well. 

He could not hold back any longer, his thrusts lost their rhythm, and with a few more thrusts he was burying his head into her neck as he moaned. He emptied himself into her warm body. A few small thrusts of his hips and he was still as he rode out the pleasure from cumming. His body had crumpled on top of hers and had no desire to move till she grumbled and slapped his shoulder. 

Rolling over he was able to look down at the small woman. And all the marks that now littered her body. He should have felt bad. He could count his teeth on more than one spot on her body. But he had never broken the skin. Still seeing the marks he left made him far too happy. He was going to chalk that up to his dragon nature. 

He didn’t typically give in to such silly whims that he could have ignored. But this time it had felt too good not to give in a little. His bites would bruise and leave marks for days. His scent would also linger a day or two on her. But the marks would last longer and that had him smirking as she rolled over and glared at him and proceeded to growl at him that if anyone sees the marks she was going to kill him. Laxus paid her little attention. If anything he hoped someone saw them and he hoped that if she wanted to yell at him again it would lead to this happening again.

Next Day