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tasteracha · 1 year ago

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sweet venom

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

warnings: afab!reader, possessive behavior, unprotected sex, smut - MINORS DNI.

synopsis: request from my baby @astraystayyh who asked for grinding and lipstick and i kind of didn’t follow much of either but they’re there!!!!! 1.8k.

you can hear hyunjin doing his live in the next room - he made you swear to not click into it, saying that he’d be much too nervous if he saw you there. you listened, you’d do anything for him if he asked, but you held back the fact that the walls were thin and it was like you were there anyways. he didn’t need to know that.

you were usually fine with it. you were usually happy to hear him giggling along with his fans, ecstatic that he had so many people who loved him and wanted to spend time with him. it was just one of those things that came with being in a relationship with an idol that you just got used to. but right now, you were in an unusual mindset of wanting to be the only one that loved him, wanting to be the single person that he was spending time with. you didn’t want to share him, and while that might be selfish you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

it took thirty minutes of you seething in bed to come up with your half-baked plan. you walk over to your spare closet, keeping your steps light as you dig through it for a small paper bag hidden in the corner. you’d been keeping it for a special occasion, something you could wear as a treat for hyunjin, but this seemed like a better opportunity. you loved catching him off guard, as rare of an occurrence as it is.

you weave through the flimsy tissue paper in the bag and pull out a set of delicate lace, stark red against your skin. it was a beautiful lingerie set, something you had splurged on quite a bit, beautiful patterns of fabric complimented by thin bows and mesh paneling. you knew it would drive hyunjin crazy.

you swipe on some matching red lipstick and a few coats of mascara before pulling on the fabric, shivering a bit at the cold air hitting your exposed body. you weren’t one to show off this much skin typically, but it was worth it for this. you push away your discomfort as you step into the hallway, feet feather-light on the hardwood until you reach the door.

you press your ear to it, hearing his voice as clear as if it was right in your ear. him giggling at someone’s comment, him making jokes that weren’t meant for you, him flirting with them like you weren’t in the same apartment as him.

you push the door open abruptly and falter, your plan standing on shaky ground as you take him in. his hair is pushed back, a pair of metal rimmed glasses framing his face perfectly, and he’s spread out like a whore. he’s sprawled into the headboard of the bed, your bed, legs open and you see red. his head perks up like an animal, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“oh,” you can see the blood rush to his face as he twitches a bit, eyes flickering back and forth between you and the camera. “um. something came up, i have to go. bye!”

he turns the live off, and you already know that he’s going to be trending on twitter in a matter of minutes, but you don’t care. twitter can talk about him all they want, but he’s living and breathing in front of you and suddenly there’s too much space between you to bear.

“you think you can show off like this for other people?” you crawl onto the bed and stop in front of him, kneeling between his legs, setting your hands on his upper thighs. “you think you’re allowed to show them my property? you’re mine-“

he cuts you off with a huff, pulling you into him by the waist, leaving you sprawled into his lap. your hands brace onto his chest to keep yourself from crashing into him, and you can feel his heart beating under them, light and fragile like a hummingbird’s wings.

“you talk too much, did you know that?” he teases, leaning back to take in your body, eyes roaming up and down. it’s a testament to how much you trust him that you don’t want to hide from his gaze, that you preen under his attention instead.

“hmm,” you swing your legs over his, fully straddling him. “i don’t think that i talk enough, actually.”

you grind down on him, satisfaction thrumming through you when his mouth drops open in a surprised moan, and you take the chance to kiss him. his lips immediately surrender to yours, letting you lead him as you rake your nails down his chest, the thin material of his t-shirt doing nothing to stop the sensation. his hands, still on your hips, pull you into him again, making small circles that are in tune with the way his heart is threatening to beat out of his chest.

you trail your lips down his neck, leaving red lipstick stains in your path downwards. you bring your teeth into the equation, complimenting every rose-shaped pucker with a sharp thorny bite. the whines he lets out are sweeter than any melody that has ever hit your ears - you’d never let anyone tell you that you weren’t a musician when you could play his body this well.

“not-,” he cuts off with a groan when you bear down into his lap, kissing his collarbone to soothe him. “not where people can see, love.”

“i’ll do whatever i want,” you growl, meeting eyes with him as you suck a mark right under his jaw. “you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

it’s a little ridiculous that a live has gotten you this worked up, but with the way his breath is picking up and his chest is heaving under you, you’re pretty sure he’s right there with you. you lean back to appreciate your artwork, pausing your hips and grinning at the way your lipstick stains have dotted his neck and smeared around his lips. they’re physical marks of your claim on him.

“okay, sorry,” he whines, voice thin. “i won’t do it again, i was close, why did you stop -”

you shush him with another kiss, cradling his face in your hands. you pluck his glasses off his face, throwing them at the foot of the bed without care - it’s not like he needs them to see, anyways. they were getting in the way.

“you’re close already? baby, if you’re going to come today, it’ll be inside me or not at all,” you murmur against his lips, pressing a few pecks there before pulling back again. he shudders, a fully body thing that sends your own body into a delightful hum. you’ll never get used to the effect that you have on him, you’ll never understand how it was you that he picked.

you help him pull down his sweatpants and boxers, holding back a smirk at how hard he is. you barely have time to push your panties aside before he’s pulling you back into him again, a hard grip on your hips for the countless time; you hope he leaves hand-shaped bruises on you that last for days.

you raise up and ease him into you, the wetness that’s been building up since you walked in making the slide almost too easy. when he bottoms out you pause for a moment, settling in his lap and letting yourself get used to the feeling of him inside you. he fills you up so perfectly, nestled within you like he was carved specially just for you. the streak of possession comes back full force, something nasty and dark curling up in you at the thought of no one else getting to experience this ever. you were going to keep him forever, he is yours.

he swipes his thumb across your lips, smearing the lipstick everywhere before he pushes it into your mouth. you can taste the sticky sweetness of the makeup as you swirl your tongue around him, and his eyes are so dark on you that you almost can’t see his irises anymore.

you lift up and drop back down, once, twice, over and over god it feels so damn good. the angle you’re at makes him drive into that spot inside you that burns in pleasure, and soon enough your knees give out, unable to keep yourself upright.

he takes it as permission to flip you over onto your back, the weightlessness making your stomach flip before your back hits the mattress. he cradles the back of your head in his hand, keeping it from hitting the headboard as he looms over you, lining himself back up and pushing back inside you in one go.

his hair falls into his face, swinging along with his body as he rocks into you. the headboard squeaks but it’s nothing compared to the symphony your combined breaths create.

your hands reach up to cup his neck, thumbs sliding against the droplets of sweat rolling down his temples. you pull him in for another kiss, nastier than the others, full of gnashing teeth and dirty licks into each other’s mouths until you can’t tell where you end and he begins. his hand trails down your side, fingers pressing into your ribcage before going further down, down, down.

he parts your folds with his fingers, expert motions locating your clit easily. he rubs small circles into it, in time with his quickening thrusts, and you have to screw your eyes closed because it’s too much.

you feel your orgasm approaching faster than you thought it would, something about his near feral motions hitting parts of you that you hadn’t discovered yet. your entire body tightens with it, wave after wave of what seems like never ending pleasure wracking your body, going from your core all the way to your toes and the tols of your fingers.

he comes inside you with a growl, burying his head in your neck as you milk him through your own aftershocks. you can feel his heavy breaths on your skin, his entire body enveloping yours as you float through the haze he’s put you in.

you come back to yourself when he pulls out, letting out a pitiful whine at the loss of contact. he runs a hand through your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before dashing away, coming back just as quickly with a water bottle and a warm washcloth to clean you up with.

he goes to unhook your bra, knowing that you hate sleeping in them, but you pause his hand with a weak grip.

“you like it?” you ask, asking for the verbal validation that he did even though you know.

“do i like it?” he asks, incredulous, raising a brow at you. “you look divine. i’m going to paint you in this one day.”

“good,” you sigh in content, letting him undress you fully. he makes quick work of his own clothes, sticky with sweat, and he goes to retrieve his phone.

“my love?” he calls out, timid, his eyes wide as he looks down at the screen. “would you kill me if i told you i never turned off the live?”

“what?” you hiss, fully awake now. “please tell me you’re joking.”

“i am,” he giggles, showing you the black screen he was looking at. “that was revenge for interrupting my live, you jealous baby.”

“i’ll show you revenge, hwang hyunjin!”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin smut #hyunjin #stray kids #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x y/n

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Death Wish 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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The time when your father is out of the house is always the most peaceful. All the same, the anticipation of his return keeps you on edge. You never really know when he’ll be back. He could be gone for days at a time or only a few hours. With news of his new out-of-town assignment, you can at least breathe for a moment.

He leaves without a goodbye. The word sentimental has never been used in the same vicinity as your father. You and your sisters watch him go, less forlorn than you may appear. Relief washes over you as the door closes.

“Can we go shopping now?” Adrienne asks. She’s the youngest at eighteen.

“We should,” you say. “Kitty, you have the money?”

“In my purse,” the eldest assures you. Kitty, thought your mother always insisted on her full name, Katherine, is almost thirty and wears it plainly. “More than enough.”

“We should try to buy extra in case he waits again,” you say.

“Yeah, you always are the most practical.”

“Can we go to the bakery?” Adrienne asks. Mr. Mulano gave me some money the other day for helping her air out her townhouse. You wouldn’t imagine the dust. I still have a rash.”

“If you have the money,” Kitty resigns.

“I do and I want to spend it on us. We’ll get canolis. They were always ma’s favourite.”

You give a glum smile. Kitty is the most like your mother. The sweetest. Always thinking of others. And she looks like her too. It’s probably why you and Adrienne get in front of her when the storm starts or even why your father doesn’t tend to go after her as much as you.

And she took your mother’s death the hardest. You grieve more for the life she lived than the life that she lost. She had a monstrous husband and three helpless daughters. She spent her days scrounging despite having a made man and was battered to the bone in trying to protect what little she had. When she died, there was no shield left between you and your father’s temper.

“Yes, let’s go to the bakery,” you agree. “I’ll pay for coffee. I have some change in my purse.”

You get dressed in a carefully picked outfit. It’s warm out but you wear a long-sleeved white blouse. You balance it with a tea-length beige skirt. The shirt covers the bruises mostly, though you have to blend a bit of makeup around your neck and your face as always is painted to hide the darker spots. Not much can be done for the split in your lip.

You go out and the sunshine feels warmer than usual. That shadow still looms. His shadow. No, not your father’s. Barnes’. You’re as embarrassed as you are terrified. Why did you do that? Your father? Dead? You must have seemed so naive. That’s not how it works.

You shrug it off and go about your day. It’s a rare occasion that you can just enjoy being with your sisters. You do the shopping first. You fill the cart with all you need, and a few extra staples just in case, then go to the bakery.

Nova is always busy and for good reason. They have more than just coffee cakes and pastries. They have a full sit-in deli and coffee roasted in Sicily.

You offer to sit with the cart as Kitty and Adrienne stand in line. Kitty wants to look at the delicately iced specials through the glass and Adrienne wants to be sure she only gets decaf. You’re all too happy to have a seat.

You sit with one hand on the cart and the other on your purse. You look down at the worn leather. The brown bag was your mothers. You didn’t get a lot of what she left behind. Your father threw most of it out, though you know he hawked her jewelry when he got his new car. As much as he proclaims his love for her, he doesn’t show it otherwise.

The bell above the door rings amidst the buzz of the closed space. They’ll have to open the windows soon to let the heat escape. You glance over carelessly at the new entrance. You snap up straight as your eyes meet the bright blue ones. As if looking for you, the boss finds you, a calm, unreadable expression beneath his dark beard.

You stare back at him and squeeze the strap of the purse. He fixes his tie and nods his head at you. Your lashes flick in surprise. Then, he faces the horde as they start to quiet. Those ahead of him take notice nd hush, stepping aside to let him through.

Kitty gasps as Adrienne grabs her arm and moves her away from the front of the line, giving up their turn for the mafioso strutting toward them. He stops before he reaches the counter. The entire place watches.

“Go on, ladies,” he insists, “it’s on me.”

You blink and shrink back against the metal frame of the chair. Your sisters don’t move at first and when they do, they use the same caution as when your dad’s huffing and puffing in the corner. They speak to the cashier in low tones and turn to Barnes. They thank him with their hands clutched.

He placidly puts in his own order and digs out his wallet. The cashier tries to wave him off but he insists. You only catch a few words from your vantage.

He gets his coffee first and box of pastries. You never imagined him having much of a sweet tooth. The sight of this deadly man in his dark suit in this place is absurd. He doesn’t come to collect the protection fee, men like your father do. No, he’s there for a coffee and dessert. At least, you can’t believe that it would be for any other reason. Especially not you

It can’t be.

He turns and struts out without a look back. You stare after him as a low murmur crawls through the bakery. You peek through the window as he passes. His blue eyes glint in your direction and his cheek dimples. Your world is small, too small for coincidences. You’re starting to think there’s more going on than just a job out of town.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mob au #au #drabble #series #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #captain america #avengers #death wish

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embrosegraves · 1 year ago

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ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤

Max Verstappen x Reader Max just wants to spoil you on your special day Being so surprised to the point of malfunction

The long awaited Part 2 of A Necklace!

The morning had arrived and Max was, as usual, the first one awake. Today was your day. The day you graduated from that god forsaken university that kept you from Max's side far too often. If only you had the ability to just download the information you needed to do your degree. However despite the long weeks you spent apart from each other, Max was incredibly proud of you for completing your courses and finishing school. So proud that he had asked Charles and Daniel to set up a surprise he had organised for you.

Getting up from the bed (and tucking you back in to let you rest some more), Max made his way to the kitchen to start making breakfast for you. It wouldn't be anything extravagant. Everyone knew that to be a Formula One driver, you couldn't be a 5 star chef. Max was always thankful that you didn't like your food to be very fancy because it meant that he could still impress you with his meagre cooking abilities. While waiting for the toast to finish, Max decided that he would make you a nice coffee in your favourite mug. He knew that you kept your favourite coffee sachets in the back of the cupboard. You only ever used them on special occasions because they were only available during a specific time of the year and you didn't want to run out. In Max's opinion, graduating from school was a very special occasion so he grabbed a sachet and got to work.

One special coffee later, Max had plated up your breakfast and was making his way back to your shared bedroom. He mentally thanked himself for leaving the door slightly open so he could just push it open and walk to the bed. Gently placing the coffee on your bedside table, he used his now free hand to gently wake you up. He carefully moved your hair away from your face and knelt by your side of the bed to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

Stirring from your sleep, you were greeted by a lovesick smile on your boyfriend's face. It took a minute for your body to catch up with your mind but soon you were also smiling and giving him a kiss.

“Goedemorgen Schat. I made you some breakfast.” You kissed him again.

“Dank je Liefde.” Helping you sit up, Max gave you the plate of toast, scrambled eggs and fruits and sat down on the bed in front of you.

“After you eat we should get ready to go. I don't want you to be late for your ceremony.” Max said as his eyes gravitated towards the necklace he had given you the night prior. He loved how the morning light that crept through the curtains made the gemstone glow against your skin.

“It's not just a ceremony for me, y'know.” You said as you grabbed your phone to check the time. “And it's only 7:30, My Love. The ceremony isn't until 11:45. We've got plenty of time to get ready and get there.”

“I know but I want to take you somewhere before that.”

Now you were curious. You knew he wouldn't tell you where he was going to take you so you agreed to get ready after breakfast and just ‘go with the flow'. You made sure that you complimented Max's cooking as you ate and you thanked him profusely for making one of your special coffees. He waved you off with a comment about how you deserved a lot more than just a plain breakfast and some coffee but he was happy that you enjoyed it.

After you ate, Max took your dishes and went to clean them while you showered and started to get dressed for the day. You had washed your hair the day before to have perfect ‘Day 2 Hair' so you skipped the shampoo and conditioner and went straight to the body wash and exfoliating scrub.

Stepping out of the shower, you dried yourself off and put on your silk Peter Alexander bathrobe before you began your skin care. A short list of lotions and serums later, you were ready to put on the dress you had chosen for the day. It was a lovely dress that could be worn at both a fancy event and a casual picnic. You don't even remember where you got it, just that Max had given you his credit card to go shopping on your birthday because he ‘couldn’t mess up your presents if you were the one buying them'. Nevermind the fact that your birthday hadn't been for another month.

Walking out of the bathroom you grabbed your jewellery and put it all on before grabbing your heels and taking them with you to the living room. Upon entering you could see Max had changed into a nice suit (with no bowtie thank goodness) while you were getting ready in the bathroom. He looked up from his spot on the couch and smiled at you. To him you always looked absolutely gorgeous, but right now he thought you looked down right heavenly. He couldn't believe sometimes that he had managed to get you to agree to date him. He always thought that you were too good for him, but he would spend the rest of his life thanking whatever higher being there was for allowing him to have you.

“You look incredible, Schat.” He stood up from the couch and grabbed your shoes before kneeling and helping you put them on. This was his favourite part about getting ready. He wanted to always make sure that you never struggled for even a moment, and if that meant kneeling before you like a disciple at the temple of his Goddess then so be it. He would spend his lifetime on his knees for you if you asked.

“I haven't even done my hair Max.” you chuckled. It didn't matter how put together or how undone you were, Max would always say you looked amazing.

“Don't do it. I'm taking you to get it done.”

Max was not a very patient person on the best days so it was a surprise that he was taking you to get your hair done. It meant that he would have to wait at least an hour and a half before he could take you to the ceremony. To Max, if it meant you felt pretty (he knew that just because you looked pretty didn't always mean you felt pretty) it would be worth waiting. Grabbing his keys he started to lead you out of the apartment and to the car so you could head over to the salon.

He would never admit it, but Max was a little stressed. He had never tried to pull something like this off before. He just wanted for everything to be perfect. He had spent so long thinking about every reason he could for buying the things he had stored at Daniel's apartment.

You got to Pascale’s salon and spent around an hour there sitting in the chair and letting the older woman style your hair for your big day. Throughout the whole process you noticed that Max would fidget occasionally and you noticed that he was constantly checking his phone and texting someone.

“Is alles goed Lief?" you asked. “We shouldn’t be too much longer, I promise.”

Max smiled at you and assured that everything was perfect. “Christian was asking when we’re able to get to the factory, that’s all.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Well, unless you have plans we could go later in the week. If he’s asking then it’s probably for something important.”

All too soon, Pascale had finished with your hair. When you asked how much you owed her for the service, she waved you off and said that it had been paid for in advance so you had nothing to worry about. Giving her a hug, you thanked her again and then you were on your way to the venue for the ceremony.

The ceremony itself was pretty straight forward. Your headmaster had given a speech and so did your deputy head and your professor. Soon it was time for the graduates to be called up to receive their degrees and diplomas. When your name was called your smile grew even more than it already was. You could hear your friends cheering for you and your accomplishments, though none cheered as loud as Max. Being handed your degree you paused for the photographer to take a picture of you with the three speech givers on stage and then you made your way back to your seat.

The whole drive back to your apartment, Max couldn’t stop gushing about how well you did and just how much you deserved this. He said that had you not told him that you didn’t want one, he would’ve thrown a party to celebrate the occasion.

Pulling up to the apartment, Max insisted that you walked in front of him. You thought it was a bit weird, but didn’t think too much of it. In all honesty, you just wanted to get inside, make a hot drink and start packing for Milton Keynes. Walking ahead of Max meant that you didn’t see him opening the mailbox and grabbing his key.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open, only stepping inside once you knew Max was right behind you. Everything looked the exact same as when you left this morning. That is, until you walked into the living room.

Displayed rather nicely on your coffee table, was an abundance of boxes and bags from different luxury brands. There were boxes from YSL, Prada, Valentino, Chanel, Dior. It looked like Max had bought something from every luxury brand in Monaco. There were so many things you couldn’t see the surface of your coffee table at all!

“Mmax?” You were speechless. You weren’t sure how to react to everything you see.

MAx took your hand and gently led you to sit down on the couch. He didn’t sit down immediately, instead he took your shoes off as gently as he could. When he did sit down next to you, he faced his body towards yours and held both of your hands.

“Can I tell you why I got them?” Max asked you. If you weren’t short circuiting, you would’ve been able to hear the nerves as Max spoke. All you could do is nod your head. Your eyes still hadn’t left the pile in front of you.

Letting go of one of your hands, Max reached over and grabbed a little Chanel bag. Grabbing a box from inside it, he opened it to show you a pair of square sunglasses.

“I got these because you’ve never had a pair of proper sunglasses. So now you don’t have to squint or hold your hand over your eyes anymore.” He put them back.

This time he grabbed a Jacquemus box. He opened it and showed you a mini bag.

“I got this one so you can use it when you go out with your friends. It's small and doesn’t get in the way and I already checked that it can hold all your important stuff.” He put it back.

Max let go of your hands completely. He grabbed two things this time. A YSL bag and a Dior box. Standing up, he gently put the box where he just was before he opened the YSL bag. He took the dress out and held it up so you could see it.

“I got this dress because I always see cottage dresses on your Pinterest. This is the closest I could get but I figured it would also be nice for a team barbeque at Christian’s.”

With as much care as he could, Max folded the dress and put it back in the bag as best he could. Swapping the bag for the Dior box. Instead of standing, he started kneeling in front of you. Opening the box, he pulled out another handbag.

“I got this one to match with the dress. I thought it looked pretty and I know you like butterflies and stars. This one also holds the stuff you need everyday.” He put the bag down on the couch and took both of your hands again.

“Liefde, I could go through and tell you a reason for every single one of these gifts but the truth is, I got them all because I love you. And I know you don’t like me spending so much on you, but of everyone I have ever met, you deserve it the most. I don’t want to know what my life would’ve been like without you. I love you so much that not even these gifts can possibly tell you how much. I will spend the rest of my life trying to show even a fraction of that love.”

Max helped you stand up before he sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. He cradled you against him.

“You mean the absolute world to me, Mijn Liefde.”

I made myself jealous writing this wtf I also spent way too long on these websites looking for things to use for the fic lmao

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this part two! Don't be too mad at me for how long it took <3

As usual, likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated

MUAH <3

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channieskies · 2 months ago

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖁𝕴: 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader, Jeong(Jung) Jaehyun x Reader (Fem/AFAB/Curvy/Plus sized)

Genre: Smut (eventual), Angst, Supernatural Romance, Urban Fantasy

AU: Supernatural AU, Vampire Au, Werewolf AU, Witch AU

Word count: 7627 [Reading time: 32 minutes]

Networks: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society

Synopsis: You deal with the aftermath of your sleepless night and Dr. Jay's. Chris and the boys find out who attacked Jeongin and Seungmin.

He was frozen in place, physically unable to run after you. The hold on his body only let up when the screen door slammed. His heart ached. He never meant to hurt you, but his fear made him incapable of doing anything more than a few kisses. What if he hurt you for real, or worse? He’d just have to carry the burden of hurting your feelings like this, over trying to go further and not being able to control himself. His body moved on autopilot from then on. He didn’t realize he had gotten in his truck and drove off in the direction of his shared home. His drive back home was filled with silence. He would usually ride with the windows down, blasting his favorite tunes, but there was nothing that could possibly match the mood he was in right now.

A.N: Please reblog and leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Special thanks to @palindrome969 and @therhythmafterthesummer for reading over this for me. I could never thank you enough. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids or NCT. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. This chapter contains use of explicit language.

You didn’t sleep for long. Your body seemed like it was decidedly against you getting any amount of sleep that would actually amount to you being rested. You were situated against your headboard, crust still in your eyes as Christopher stares you down. “If you have something to say, say it. Because this staring thing is making me anxious.” You motioned for him to go on. You were awake enough to at least pay a little bit of attention to whatever it was that was so important. Your mom had left for her shift a few minutes ago, leaving you here with your friend.

“Did he touch you?” He growled. Those were the first words out of his mouth since he’d come and sat on your bed. You scoffed, defensively crossing your arms over your chest.

“No. And why the heck would you even ask me that?” You were down right annoyed by the question, but you couldn’t figure out why. Well- besides whatever beef the two of them have.

“Because, Y/n. I need to know if I need to kill him or not.” Your eyes widened at the serious tone your friend took with you. Has he lost his mind? His jaw was clenched once again, stance ridgid, he really meant that.

“Ki-kill him? The fuck Christopher?” You honestly didn’t know what his problem was, but you needed him to calm down. Nothing good ever came from him being mad. As rare of an occasion as that was. “He saved my life and was honestly a more generous host than I could have asked for.”

His brow twitched, “Saved your life? From what, Y/n?”

Your eyes widened like saucers. You hadn’t intended to let that slip. Now you had to explain to your overprotective bestie that part of his hate was justified. Some vampires were down right foul beings that deserved his pointed hatred. “I… um…” He shifted in his seat, brows knitting together with more ferocity. “I was attacked..” His jaw ticked, your words stoking his anger. “A vampire cornered me.. But Jaehyun stepped in and ran him away.” His mouth opened to say something but you quickly cut him off, “Please, Chris, just trust me on this. He isn’t a bad guy.” You reached out for him, taking his hand in yours, trying your best to be for him what he always was for you. Comfort. “Why are you so worried? Huh? Tell me what's on your mind.” He sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand.

“His kind…” He said that with every bit of disdain he could have mustered. “They have killed indiscriminately for thousands of years. Using their powers to lure innocents into their death dens, draining them of their life and then tossing them like trash. Trust me, he isn’t any different than the rest of those filthy demons.” Never in your ten years of knowing him, have you ever heard him spew such hate. Not towards anyone, not even Vaiden, his rival. For him to say it with his chest like that, meant he really deeply meant every word. “Humans have their issues, we all do. But to kill someone that you know can’t fight back…” You put a hand up. You didn’t want to have more of this conversation. While you were sure there were plenty of bad vampires and werewolves, you didn’t want to think of Chris or Jaehyun in that light.

“I don’t think he’s like that. He’s big on consent.” You nodded as if you had irrefutable proof that Dr. Jay said to you was true. For all you knew, everything he said could have been a life. But you chose to trust him. Why? Because everyone deserves a bit of kindness. He didn’t have to help you. He didn’t have to let you stay the night or buy you things to make sure your stay was comfortable. He was kind enough to be considerate towards you. That was enough for you to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Chris laughed, but there was no humor behind it. “Big… on consent. Right. Y/n, don't tell me you are gullible enough to believe that. He's a predator, just like the rest of his kind. He's probably trying to soften you up before he takes advantage of your kindness.” His words struck a chord with you and the note sounded sour and flat in your ears.

“Chris, I know you have your issues with vampires, but have you considered not all of them are the same?” You stood, too vexed to remain seated. “I’m sure there are preconceived notions about werewolves that aren’t true. Like-like you all being aggressive.” You stood in front of him, grabbing his face, slightly smushing his cheeks with your hands. “You are the kindest person I’ve ever met. Who is kinder than my Chris?” He pursed his lips as if he was going to speak, “And before you start, my mom doesn’t count. She made me, I didn’t meet her.” You chuckled. You kissed his forehead, missing the slight blush that covered his cheeks. “Two things can be true at once. Vampires can be vile creatures that prey on the innocent. But Jaehyun can also be a good one. Him being a vampire doesn’t automatically disqualify him from being kind, babe. Trust me on this, okay?” He looked up at you, wanting to say more but deciding against it. There was no use in arguing, he knew how stubborn you could be when you felt strongly about something. But he wasn’t going to let this go, he didn’t like the guy and he had to know why.

He didn’t know why, but you were still holding his cheeks. He looked up at you as you pursed your lips, producing a small pout. “What?” His hands moved to your hips on their own, like that was where they belonged. If you asked him, it was their rightful place. He belonged next to you, with you. But he could wait, for as long as you needed. After the kiss you shared the other day, all the feelings that he had successfully packed away and pushed to the back of his mind, all came flooding back in an instant.

You shook your head, biting back a smile. “You look cute like this.” You did a few quick squeezes before he shook his head away from your grip. “Oh come on, let me have my way with you.” His brows shot up at your choice of words. Words that didn’t even seem to register with you. “Please, Chris?” He was running in circles in his mind, literally chasing his tail, trying his best to not think of your words in a more obscene content. “Like, I haven’t had the chance to appreciate this new physique you have, yet.” You raked your fingers through his hair, the feeling of your nails scratching over his scalp caused him to let out a breathy sigh. “Was it your transition that caused all this…” You tilted your head, looking for the right words to say as he sat there trying not to pop a boner because of you. “Bulk? Not saying that you weren’t big before.. You certainly were, it’s just.. You look different. In a good way.” You had no idea what you were doing to him. His eyes were still closed even when your hands moved to feel his arms. “It seriously looks like you could toss my car with me in it.” You chuckled.

“It wasn’t… the transition, I was born..like this. Lycanthropy is a hereditary trait. My first time shifting…that happened during puberty…” He finally mumbled out the words, “I.. needed to bulk to protect the people I love from threats. Plus, Changbin is a great motivator.” His eyes fluttered open as your hands moved from his arms to his chest. There was awe written all over your face. “Are you just going to feel me up in the middle of your bedroom, Y/n?” You chuckled again, head tilting back as your hands froze, gripping his pecks.

“I mean… are you against me feeling you up? Mr. I still have my hands on your hips?” He hadn’t even noticed his hands were still in place on your hips, right over your shorts, like they had been glued there.

“Want me to move them?” He asked, hoping your answer would be no. He found comfort in holding you, probably more than you could ever know.

“No.” You said it so matter-of-factly that it surprised him a little. “I like being in your arms.” His heart almost stopped at your confession. Maybe it was because of his long standing crush on you, but those words made him feel a little delusional. That maybe there was a possibility that the two of you could become more one day. “It makes me feel safe, loved.” You sighed wistfully, gazing up at the stars on your ceiling. “You don’t know how many times I just wanted to leave and run back to you. How many times I had to talk myself out of it… because if I didn’t, then everything my ex said about me would be true.”

He instinctively pulled you into him, burying his face into your stomach. Just the mention of your ex, any of them, made his blood boil. Your taste was certainly questionable, especially when it came to anyone besides your chosen friends. “Like, I don’t know why I stayed so long. I knew there wasn’t any love there. He was mean and vindictive, and he never treated me like he even remotely cared. He treated me like shit and I stayed like an idiot. Thinking that maybe if I continued to try, he’d eventually love me back. Even if I knew it would never be.” Your fingers were back in his hair as he hugged you tightly. He could stay like this forever. Nothing else mattered when he was with you.

“Anyways.” He could hear the sadness in your voice, but he didn’t speak about it. He knew you wouldn’t want him to. “I feel like besides knowing about you howling at the full moon and shit, we haven’t really caught up.” He sighed against your stomach. He didn’t want to let you go, but he pulled back, looking up at you with loving eyes. “How has your life been, Chris?” Without you? Almost meaningless. His mind answered for him, but he couldn’t just admit his feelings to you like that. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to know, he just didn’t think the timing was right. But maybe that was the problem. That was his problem. The timing was never right.

He smiled up at you, pulling you with him as he laid back on the bed. “I’ve had my ups and downs, but I'm happy. I found some really good friends, they are a great support system.” He loved the feeling of you on top of him, but his inner wolf was about to make this situation very hard and awkward for him. He turned you both to the side and as if it was instinct, your hands flew to his hair. He had one arm under your head, while the other rested on your hip. “I’ve been lucky to find them, really. Your mom has been great as well. She’s taken them in like family, and I honestly couldn’t begin to express my gratitude towards her.” You smiled at that. Maybe it was the way you looked almost longingly at him that made his heart soar.

“Well, she does think you are her son.” She laughed, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as well. “I think if she could do an even exchange, she’d still end up paying your mom to take me, just so she could call you her son.” He shook his head at that. He talked about you all the time to his parents. Even the times they had come to visit, which wasn’t often due to the cost and the time it took to travel, they immediately took to you. You were as much a part of his family as he was yours.

“Can you blame her? I’m a fucking awesome son, if I do say so myself. Plus, I’m both our mom’s favorite, they’ll just have to fight or share.” You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was right. Moms just loved this man.

“You are ridiculous.” You tried to fight your smile, playfully pushing his shoulder, just for him not to budge. “Oh, come on! You’re like a fucking rock.” You pushed again, a little forcefully, but again, he didn’t move. He boxed his lips so he wouldn’t laugh at your attempt to push him. You attempted to do it again, but he caught your wrist, bringing your palm to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to your skin, your fingers curled to cup his cheek without thinking. “No fair..” Your words almost came out as a whisper.

“Who said I wanted to play fair?” He spoke against your palm, his warm breath tickling your skin. Each purse of his lips with every word, pressing more kisses to your skin. “Maybe… I want to be selfish for once..” His lips moved to your wrist. He pressed a kiss there, then drug his nose over your skin. “Can’t I be?” His eyes were closed as he took in your scent. The scent that always drove him wild. He was in an internal fight. He wanted you in every way imaginable. Mind. Body. Soul. Heart. He’d give you all of him in return, if you let him. But he knew he shouldn’t act on any of it.

Chris didn’t know anyone personally who had fallen for a human like he had. A human mate? Sounded laughable to him, it certainly would have been laughable to his old pack back home. Intermingling was frowned upon, even if the person was another supernatural being. Though he took issue with a lot of the views they had, he didn’t leave the pack for that. No, he left home because there was something.. Someone out there that called him. Something told him to apply to universities in the states, and he followed through with that. He was accepted to most of the universities he applied to, but there was one that stuck out more than the rest. Tulane University, in New Orleans, Louisiana. As soon as he laid eyes on you, he knew it was fate. Fate sent him here. Fate sent him to you.

But even fate couldn't stop the persistent little voice in the back of his head that told him things could never be between the two of you. There was another voice, that sounded an awful like his old pack leader, that constantly reminded him that humans were weak, pathetic beings that wouldn’t be able to deal with the fact that all the monsters they grew up reading about were real. Then there was the fact that if he told you the truth, all of it, you might cut ties with him completely, and honestly he wouldn’t be able to handle that. His constant, nagging fear of rejection always put an end to his pining. But that fear had been blanketed by his delusions of you wanting to be with him too. He pulled you in closer, your body now flush to his. His nose was once again rubbing against your skin, this time in the junction between your neck and shoulder. He could hear your heart beating wildly in your chest, the shaky breaths you inhaled and exhaled. He could almost taste the way you were becoming aroused.

He needed to get a grip on himself, but at the same time, he wanted this. No- he needed this. He needed you. His hand moved back to your hip, gripping it tightly over your shorts. He pressed his lips to your neck, dragging them upwards until they met your jaw. You whimpered as his teeth nipped at the skin there. The sound clouded his mind even more than it already was. It was getting harder for him to pull away, but he knows he needs to. It’s just.. The warmth of your body pressed to his, the smell of you, all of you was much too alluring to stop whatever was happening. “Kiss me..” He almost thought he dreamed of you saying the words he wanted to hear. His eyes fluttered open to find yours, something in them was burning just below the surface. “Please.. Chris..” You barely got the words out before his lips were on yours. He kissed you feverishly. One hand laced into your hair as the other slowly moved from its place on your hip to rest in a firm grip of your ass. He had been thinking of this, dreaming of it, since the both of you shared your first kiss. His lips were in constant need of yours. He licked the seam of your mouth and you eagerly parted your lips for him. He slid his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

The oxygen in the room suddenly seemed thicker. Any coolness from the blasting air conditioning was negated by the heat the two of you were producing. He was already hot when it came to body temperature, but the way you were making him feel added to that exponentially. You rubbed your leg against his, slowly dragging it up to hook over his hip. He desperately pulled you closer, growling when he got a whiff of your arousal. “You.. you aren’t wearing panties.. Are you?” He could smell it too clearly, like there was no barrier between your shorts and your growing wetness. He pulled back to see your face. Your pupils were dilated, skin warm to the touch, lips kiss bitten from your short make out session. You shook your head, out of breath and dazed. You were killing him. To him, you’d never looked more beautiful. He needed to put a stop to this before his inner wolf took over. His hand on your ass slid to the back of your thigh, his blunt nails raking over your skin, making you shiver. His chest rumbled with a low growl. He needed you, spiritually, carnally, wholly. But he knew if he didn’t stop now, he wouldn’t be able to contain his urges. “Fuck…” He pulled back completely, practically launching himself off your bed. “If I don’t go now…” He started to pace, cursing under his breath.

“Wha- why?” You would never be able to understand what was going on in his head. He could only glance at you. Your disheveled look, kiss bitten lips, the pure desperation in your eyes. You needed him like he needed you, at least for the moment. That much was clear. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get away from the smell of your arousal that permeated the air. He needed to rid himself of the sounds of your wimpers that he knew would forever plague his memories. He didn’t want to admit that he needed to get away from you, but he feared he’d act on something that he wouldn’t be able to control. He opened his mouth to speak, only to shut it and rush out of the room. He could hear your footfalls hot on his trail. “Christopher, what the entire fuck? Are you serious right now?” He was glad your mother never closed the real door, she always left the screen closed when someone was there. He pushed it open, not even doing the gentlemanly job of making sure he held it for you.

No, he had to get the fuck out of there before he defiled his friendship with you. Even if you hated him for a while after this, he needed to leave before whatever friendship you had was completely ruined. He stopped on the sidewalk right outside the line of your fence. “If.. if I don’t leave now, I’ll do something I regret.” You let out a sound that sounded like the wind was knocked out of your chest.

“Something… you’ll regret?” You laughed, but there wasn’t an ounce of amusement behind it. “So, you’ll regret being with me?” Tears welled up in your eyes. “Does it sound that bad to you? I thought- You-” You were dejected and even a little confused, that much was clear from the sound of your voice.

He turned on his heels hearing the hurt in your voice. He internally reprimanded himself for hurting you. That was and never would be his intention, not when he lov- “I didn’t mean-”

You cut him off, anger now biting at your emotions and not sadness. “You didn’t mean to? Be so fucking for real right now, Chris. You didn’t mean to what? Kiss me again? You didn’t mean to leave me hanging? You didn’t mean to run out of my house without saying a damn thing?” You shook your head. He reached his hand out to you, just for you to smack his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me. Not after that. You- you don’t get to do this to me, Chris. I never would have expected this out of you of all people. I can’t believe you’d break-” You stopped, holding back the tears of anger that started to blur your eyes. “Leave.” You turned your back to him. Heading back into your house.

He was a few interactions away from the house when his phone rang through the car speakers. He kept his eyes on the road as he pressed the answer button, “Yeah?” Even his voice reflected the melancholic mood he had been in the last hour or so.

“He- Oh, hyung, you alright?” Changbin asked through the speaker. Chris didn’t know why he didn’t try harder to mask his feelings, guess it probably wouldn’t have made much of a difference anyway.

“I’m fine.” Chris gruffed out, then sighed, “What's up?”

“We found the guys who did this to Jeongin and Seungmin. But…” He could hear a few of them arguing in the background.

“Just tell him the truth, Changbin hyung.” Felix urged in the background.

Changbin let out a long sigh then paused before speaking again, “It’s… Vaiden and his crew.” Christopher slammed on the brakes in the middle of an intersection, the car behind him narrowly avoiding rear ending him.

“The fuck did you just say to me?” The anger didn’t even have the chance to bubble up, it just erupted.

“V-Vaiden and his crew… I overheard some guys talking about the attack when I went to the gym downtown. They did a few targeted attacks on a few different packs. According to them, Vaiden hoped it was you who was beat…” Christopher sped off in the direction of the house, anger pouring off him like a steady rain.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” Was the last thing the boys at home heard before the line went dead. Changbin held the phone away from his body and looked around at everyone else.

“Well, Vaiden’s fucked.”

Chris didn’t let his truck fully come to a stop before he was hoping out. He couldn’t see anything but red. His sour mood from hurting you had morphed into pure rage. He slammed his car door and did the same to the side door that led into the house from the garage, so hard the frame and surrounding windows shook. The boys all looked up at him as he entered the house, none bold enough to speak up, except Minho, “First, calm down. We can’t get this settled if you fly off the handle and attack before we have a plan.” He knew he was right, but the anger that he felt towards the person who had continually wronged him was fueling his every thought at the moment. “Second, we have already found their hideout, we pressed one of their guys-”

“Not very hard, he folded like laundry when Bin hyung hopped out the car.” Felix interrupted before apologizing because of the death glare Minho gave him.

“Like I was saying, we pressed one of their guys and he gave us every bit of information that we needed. We are just waiting for the go ahead from you.” They all looked at him, waiting for his approval. He knew this was a score they needed to settle, hopefully putting a permanent end to all the bullshit the Vaiden pulled. But with what just went down between you and him, how was he to expect if something happened or if someone got hurt, that you would help? Even if it was a part of your family's curse, he couldn’t expect that of you.

“Let me contact Ms. Jenny to make sure she knows we may need her tonight, then we can get going.” Seugmin opened his mouth to say something, but had a hand clamped over his mouth before the words could form. Chris walked away to call your mother, knowing if she answered, he’d have to answer her questions about you.

“Chris? Is everything alright?” She answered only after a few rings.

“For now, yes.” He cleared his throat, “We found the guys who did this… so we are going to take care of that. I just wanted to know where we should take the boys if things go sideways…” She chuckled as if he asked the silliest question.

“To the house, like always. Y/n should be there, it’s not like she has any other friends in town besides you.” She chuckled, “Plus, with her healing Jeongin, it’s her burden to bear now. But I should be off in a few hours to check her work, okay?” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, he couldn’t tell her what happened. What if she thought ill of him because of it? He couldn’t have you and your mother hating his guts because he couldn't control himself.

“Yeah, see you in a few hours.” He headed back into the living room and was once again the center of attention. “What is it now? Why are you looking at me like that?” They all shared a look, trying to see who was going to say it first.

“Is there a reason that your heartbeat is so unsteady?”

“Hyung you only get like that when you lie.”

“Should we be concerned about being healed if something goes left?”

“Hyung what… what happened between you and Y/n?”

“Is there a reason you are looking for Nurse Jenny when you just left Y/n?”

“Y/n helped us last night, why can’t she help again?”

The questions came all at once, but because of his impeccable hearing, he heard every single last word from his pack. He heaved a frustrated sigh, running his fingers through his already disheveled hair. “Look, it's complicated, alright? Leave it at that. No more talk about Y/n.” He put his proverbial foot down. “We have stuff to fucking handle, so that can go on the back burner.” They all settled down at his words, now more concerned with the task they had at hand. “Now let's go take care of business.”

You felt like the sky had come falling down on you, crushing you with its weight. Never in a million years did you think that your puppy like best friend would be capable of breaking your heart like this. You felt like you’d been shattered into billions of tiny little shards. Not even break ups with your exes hurt as bad as this. He kissed you just to tell you he’d regret being with you. Were you that bad? All the memories of what your ex told you came flashing back.

“You fucking whore! I know you’re sleeping with him. Whenever I come around he always has his hands on you. Like he can’t help but touch you, to claim that you are his and his only. You are mine. You are my girlfriend and he needs to be put in his fucking place!”

“Just be real and say what you mean with your chest. You love him and you want to be with him and not me. Why else would you try to leave me and go running back to him? You can’t even answer that, can you? Because you know what I’m saying is the truth!”

“You can’t even stay away from him can you. You changed his contact name in your phone so that I don’t know who is texting and calling you, right? You fucking backstabbing whore!”

He always tried to make you feel bad for the love you had for your best friend. But you later found out it was all just him projecting his shortcomings on you. Actively cheating on you with people you thought were friends, sleeping with random girls, then gaslighting you to make it seem like none of that was true, even when you caught him in the act. You were absolutely miserable towards the end of your relationship and wanted nothing more than to crawl back into the arms of your best friend. Knowing there was a chance he wouldn’t accept you back. Your timid heart soared when he showed up that day with open arms. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes once again. He was just your friend, you didn’t understand why his sudden rejection was tearing you up the way that it was. Maybe it was because deep down inside you felt more than just fond friendly feelings for your bestie. You would willingly admit that you loved him, but you would never confess to it, possibly being more than just platonic feelings.

You hadn’t noticed that the day had faded into night. Not even your stomach growling at you ferociously snapped you out of the sadness induced haze you seemed to be trapped in. No, it took your house phone blasting the generic ringer for you to snap out of it. You answered without thinking, not even bothering to look and see if the number was at least local.

“Hello?” Your voice was strained and cragley from all the crying you’d done.

“I’m honestly surprised you picked up. Especially with you being all heartbroken over that….. Boy.” Your brows knit together as you recognized the smooth baritone voice coming through the speakers. “Get up, get dressed, and meet me outside.” With that he hung up, leaving you to look at the blindingly bright screen in confusion. What he fuck did he want? Hadn’t you spent enough time together over the last day? You were hoping after this morning's awkward exit, you’d see him again in neverary. But here you were, doing exactly what he asked.

You got up, took a quick shower. You nearly left this plane of existence when you caught a glimpse of your face in the mirror. Hours of crying did nothing for the already deep bags under your eyes. You tried your best to look like a healthy adult woman, but boy was that concealer putting in overtime. It took an extra fifteen to make sure you looked presentable, even though you didn’t know why you were putting in the effort. Dr. Jay was cool, but you couldn’t classify yourself as anything more than just acquaintances, even if he saved your life. So you had no idea why the thought of him seeing you the way you looked forty minutes ago made your skin crawl. You locked up the house and headed out the fence, closing it behind you. You were greeted by a super casual looking Jaehyun, leaning against his car with his hands in his pockets. “I was beginning to get a little worried you weren’t coming out.” He smiled, with those oh so charmingly deep dimples on display.

“I’m sure you knew exactly what I was thinking, you can read my thoughts.” You rolled your eyes at him, stepping right in front of his frame.

“I can. But where is the fun in that?” He opened the door for you, gesturing for you to get in. “How about I let you in on a little secret,” He spoke as you slid into the passenger seat. “I like a good challenge. Things that come easy, bore me.” His voice sent a chill down your spine, but you shook it off, attributing it to the nice breeze that was blowing. He made quick work of closing your door and getting in himself. He belted up and headed out. “So, do you want to talk about why you’ve been crying on and off for the last ten hours?” He asked as if it was nothing, his eyes set on the road.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” You looked down at your hands, fingers picking at the chipped polish on your nails. “Is that why you called me out? Can’t deal with a girl shedding a few tears?”

He huffed into a laugh, “That’s not it at all. I love for a woman to shed a few tears, especially from overstimulation.” He chuckled at his own joke and you shook your head, “But, I also believe that you should try your best not to make women cry. I had to see my mother cry way too many times and was helpless to do anything to help her. I vowed to never be that guy. I refuse to be like my father.” It was like you had already forgotten about his story. How his mother struggled in love with his father. How she didn’t find happiness of her own outside of raising her son, only for him to go off to war and die. You can’t imagine what type of turmoil she went through after that. She urged him not to go, but his stubbornness made him leave. You can’t imagine what she went through finding out the one thing she loved above all else was gone. “It took years for me to find out what happened to my mother.” He said suddenly. “I went back home after leaving Japan. I wanted to see it one more time before I left for Europe.” He gripped the wheel tightly, keeping his eyes straight ahead. But even if you couldn’t look him in the eyes you could tell he was still hurting from whatever happened to her.

“She took her own life…” He swallowed hard, jaw tensing. “These were all second hand accounts of what people think happened. There were only a few surviving family members left and none of them lived in town… But I think I’ve pieced it together. My father had no intention of being with her, besides the occasional booty call. He did have multiple royal concubines, my mother just was never made one. That at least would have made their relationship official in the eyes of the court, even if she was reduced to a royal side piece. When she should have been queen. Then.. I wasn’t there to protect her… Besides my grandfather, her life was full of heartbreak.” He sighed heavily, blinking away the wetness that was dotting his waterline.

“It was about three or four months after the old me died in battle.” He spared you the details of her tragic passing, thankfully. Your heart ached for her. You were also unlucky in love, so you knew a little bit about that. You couldn’t find a man to love you to save your life, sadly. “I guess it was for the best. She didn’t have to deal with the fight for the throne that happened after my father passed.” He sighed, “I probably wouldn’t have been included in it anyways, since I wasn’t on the family tree then. Historians have since then added my mothers name to his list of concubines, saying that she was his first. I mean, it isn’t accurate, but at least she is recognized now.”

“Are you?” You asked softly. You didn’t want to upset him with your question.

“Sort of. They know that she had a child, a son, they just don’t know if that son was the child of the kings or not. Some have put me down as Prince Yunho, posthumously. Others are still doing research into my background. One person even pieced together that I died in the attack during the Imjin war. Research is still continuing into my background and I’m thankful that my mother will at least get the credit for producing an heir to the throne, even if I wasn’t looked at as such during the time.” You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes. He and his mother made many sacrifices just to be pushed out of history. It was honestly a little sad. You were glad that they were both starting to be recognized, but at the same time, you wished he could come forward and piece together all of the missing spaces in him and his mothers history. But you knew why he couldn’t. All that information would have to be fact checked, then that meant they would have to find out how he knew and how, was the issue. He could always lie and say he was a descendant.. You thought. “I have no record of children. Like my mother, I was unmarried at the time of my death.”

For some strange reason, him hearing your thoughts was starting to become normal to you. You were somehow becoming used to it, you didn’t mind it at all. “What about love? I saw in your past that you’ve been in love.. At least twice, right?” He shifted uncomfortably, sitting up straighter behind the wheel. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, or even someone to be able to read his thoughts to know that made him uneasy. “If you feel some type of way of talking about it, you don’t have to. It's not like I’m going to force you or something.”

“It’s not-” He sighed, “I was engaged. Twice.” He nodded. His body was far more rigid than you’d seen it before. “I fell in love right after I completed my schooling. She.. she was beautiful, but it wasn’t about that. Her laugh is what pulled me into her. Her smile was brighter than a million suns. I- I couldn’t help myself. She was the light in the darkest times of my life and even as I laid on the battlefield dying all I hoped was that she and my mother would be okay.” He let out a shaky sigh, “It took years for her to get over my passing. Her parents urged her to move on, saying that no one would marry someone her age. She eventually married, but she died during childbirth.”

This man had been through so much over his long life. Though he was young for a vampire, his life was considerably long in comparison to a humans. You can’t imagine all that he has been through, all of the heartache he has endured. How traumatic it must have been to watch all of your loved ones and friends perish one by one, knowing there is nothing you can do to help prolong their life. Unless you do the selfish thing of inflicting the same kind of pain you have to endure on them. Having to carry the weight of your decisions for four hundred years. “Don’t look so sad.” He finally looked over at you, “It took me a very long time to sort my feelings, but I have. Took me even longer to consider falling in love again, but I did.” He paused as he turned down a dark road, the city landscape was left behind the two of you a whole ten minutes ago, you were officially out of town. “Before you ask about the second time, I have a question for you. Do you believe in reincarnation?” Your brows knit together. What kind of question was that? “Come on, Y/n, it's a yes or no question.” He chuckled lightly.

“I guess. I mean, considering all this shit with vampires, witches, werewolves and all that other fucked up supernatural bullshit, why not, right?”

He smirked, but didn’t say another word. You couldn’t see much further past the front of his car. You didn’t realize how creepy this was until this very moment. Once again you were alone with a man you didn’t know. Now, in some unrecognizable forested area. You looked at your phone, of course there was no reception all the way out here. If he wanted to drain you dry, he honestly could. It wasn’t like you told anyone where you were going, you didn’t have the chance too. Even if you did, who would you tell? Your mom was at work and your best friend was currently being an asshat. You sighed, accepting your fate. If the handsome doctor decided he wanted to kill you all the way out here in this remote area, then so be it. “You really have to stop thinking the worst of me, Y/n.” His laughter filled the space, making the atmosphere a little less tense. Just a little bit though. The thick foliage around the trail started to taper off, revealing the moon high in the sky. The light fog and silver gleam were the backdrop to the large mansion at the end of the road. It looked like it was straight out of every stereotypical horror movie. You know, the ones where all the warning signs were on the gate saying, beware, danger, keep out, and all that jazz. You must have missed them while you were busy listening and looking at your late night car ride companion.

You passed a fountain in the middle of the circular driveway. The water was so dark it almost resembled blood. But you knew that couldn’t possibly be what it was… right? You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed he had gotten out and made his way to your side of the car until you felt him reach across you to undo your seatbelt. Pulling back he extended a hand to help you out. Once again you found yourself taking it, almost like you couldn’t say no to this man even if you wanted to. This antebellum style home gave you the creeps. The tall pillars, multiple floors with its wrap around porches. It screamed slavery, loudly. You gripped his hand tighter, realizing then that he was still holding yours. The closer you got to the door the more dread you started to feel. It was like trudging through quicksand in an attempt to escape it, it was pulling you in deeper. He pushed the large wooden door open, the creak of it echoing off the walls of the entryway. It was dark and dusty and felt like it was pulled right out of the haunted mansion ride at disney. You honestly were expecting a ghost to pop out at any moment. But nothing popped out. He pulled you deeper into the house, passing the left side of the staircase. You passed a few doors before you entered one, a ballroom. There was a large fireplace with a portrait that looked to be at least nine feet tall hanging over it.

“I have been in love twice. Once with my beloved Eunha. Then again on my voyage to America from Spain.” He let your hand go and moved closer to the fireplace. He reached into the mantle and pulled something off that you couldn’t see, but as soon as the match lit you knew what it was. The fire roared to life, lighting up the space, including that portrait above it. The light flickered over the two figures in it, one you immediately recognized as Jaehyun. You could feel the blood drain from your face as the portrait became clearer. The smile, the eyes, even the nose were the same. “I believe that you only have one true love in life. One soul that you are tethered to. One person you are meant to be with above all else.” He tossed the matchbox back on the mantle, pushing his hands into his pockets as he turned to you. “I believe in reincarnation of the spirit. If it wasn’t possible, how would I have met you?”

Lightning flashed outside the window. The bright light makes the portrait even clearer to you. It was you standing next to Jaehyun. Your hand over his heart as you started at his face lovingly. How the fuck was this even possible? You stumbled backwards as you tried to gather yourself. This had to be the worst week of your life. First you're a witch and now you are the reincarnation of some vampire's lost love? “What the actual fuck?”

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Hi hi! I've been searching for someone to write this for me because I'm a terrible writer but I want to read it and I saw on your request post that you will write for Wade Wilson so basically I was wondering if you could write something angst with maybe a good ending (you decide) reader can have any gender.

So the basic plot- Soulmate Au. Wade is married to his Wife Vanessa they aren't soulmates and Wade doesn't care for the whole soulmate thing and he wholeheartedly loves his wife. But one day somehow he meets his soulmate (reader) they are obsessed with the idea of meeting their soulmate so they approach him very excitedly and Wade rejects them effectively breaking their heart. And months pass by and they eventually see wade again Reader has tried dating other people but can never connect well. Maybe they're drinking in a bar and Wade is all so there maybe awhile after Vanessa's death. The rest is all you.

'helloooo im so sooooo sorry if i took so long to write this, i lost all my work and had to do a lot to write it all again! i hope you like it, sorry again ^^'

Words: 3352

TWs: mentions of suicide, revenge porn, bad language, drinking, mockery of illness

Wade had been trapped in that cave he used to call "home" for way too long: his domestic routine had become his major torture, his eyes kept landing on every spot of the apartment he just was sleeping at and bringing his hookups to at some occasion. And his mind kept displaying in loop every bit of memory with his beloved Vanessa it could recover. Deadpool was a temporary pause from that sorrow, temporary yet necessary, his flirty comments and cocky behaviors appeared less vibrant at the eyes of the X-Men too. Negasonic Teenage Warhead knew what was going on in his life, she didn't have the heart to act a bully as her usual. That collective sense of compassion towards Wade was driving him nuts, he hated being pitied, he always had hated it. A loss wasn't going to change the relationship he had with everyone... or was it?

He still wanted to sexually harass Colossus; he still desired to play princesses with Yukio; he still craved to hang out with Weasel and fall asleep with him somewhere, shitfaced; he wanted Blind Al to hug him once again. He wanted things to go back to before he met Vanessa, so he couldn't fall in love with her, share joys and sorrows with her. So his heart couldn't shrink in pain for her death. He could never forget her laughter, how beautifully she developed since she stopped being an escort. He could never forget the look of sadness in her eyes when they found out he had cancer, but how she decided to stay by his side ad support him with no hesitation. They had a special chemistry, something Yukio kept calling "the power of soulmates". Wade always scoffed at that memory, Yukio's excited smile while pronouncing those words, a mix of amusement and annoyance invaded him. He didn't believe in such bullshit, the soulmates thing; he might believe in unicorns, but not that.

However, sometimes, whilst remembering his deceased wife for the nth time, the anti-hero stopped himself thinking "why don't I believe in soulmates?". He thought of himself. He thought of Vanessa. He thought of their past alone before meeting and becoming one thing together.

Why didn't he believe in soulmates?

Because his - no, their - nature told them so. They were free spirits, loving each other because their shell decided itself to soften around each other, no superior Force was pushing them in the other's arms because It said so. They were free to leave if things didn't work out, and they were free to stay. Unluckily, or luckily, their strongest trait was their stubbornness; and his stubbornnes was now biting him in the ass, refusing to let her go.

"Leave me alone, I've done what I had to."

"I let you go, it's your turn to do the same."

"We had a deal... you're not respecting it..."

"Of course I moved on, why wouldn't I?!"

Some nights, Vanessa's memories were more violently present in Wade's mind.

"I hate you! Go away!", he would think while crashing his dead wife's picture on the floor, breaking the protective glass with a violent step on it, not caring if he was barefoot.

He would just stare at the rug, the floor and the picture getting more and more stained in red.

Many times he had thought to jump off a bridge, attempting to escape from her or to join her, his intentions were confused. But he knew it would have been useless.

So he started going and sit on the bridge to admire the horizon, and at least distract the sight with something different than his bedroom; his mind was busy inventing little stories about the people he could see from up there, it was fun, kinda.

Until the day he felt someone else's presence on that bridge.

Wade faintly turned his head to see with the corner of his eyes who was sniffling and crying next to him. It was you, wrapped in a dull colored purplish hoodie. You were standing on the edge of the bridge, letting out incoherent stutters as you were looking down in the void under the high construction you and the man were perched. What caught your attention among the chaos that was your mind, was a movement of his hand, patting on a spot right next to him. You hesitantly sat, catching the invite, and sniffled one last time.

"It's not gonna relieve you, believe me", he softly spoke, not afraid that his thin voice was being covered by a far thunder. You pulled your eyes away from the void under your feet, and looked at him, slightly frowning.

"W...what...?", you asked, goofily wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie. He noisily sighed and turned his head to the other side, so you couldn't see him. "You heard me well. What you wanted to do is stupid, you know that", he rudely replied, his head was covered by a hoodie too, it was pink with a plush horn on top, but it had bee obviously badly washed and some spots had been overly bleached: it looked like that hoodie had vitiligo.

You could hear him swallow down after moments of awkward silence, only broken by a start thin rain falling on them.

"S'ry", he quickly let out, playing with his wool gloves fingertips. You slowly nodded to accept his ashamed apology, and looked to the other side. More silence. The rain increased, but you two didn't care much, maybe Wade did a bit, since he tightened the hoodie around his face.

You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes: you had the urge to talk with somebody, and if that man was there the same moment as you were, it could mean something.

"My ex spread my nudes online.", "My wife's dead".

Both of you blurted out at the same time; apparently you weren't the only one who needed to vent. You looked at Wade and let out a coy smile, but he refused to return it, still hiding himself.

"I'm sorry for your loss, sir... when did it happen?", you asked, trying to be available for listening, but his silence was clear enough for you to realize he wasn't available for opening up. Not yet, hopefully.

"She was everything to me... and now she's gone. I don't know if I can ever move on", he murmured, teasing a loosened wool thread poking out of his gloves.

"I am sure you will manage. A loss is always hard to hande, but there are multiple ways to cope-"

"I don't want to cope", he hissed at you, shifting further from you with his hips, and crossing his arms.

His aggressiveness made you pinch your lips together, and pick on your hands skin with your nails, your coping mechanism for strong anxiety.

"For how long you've been together with your ex?", he then asked, his head turned back a bit towards you, but still in a way that you couldn't see his face. His question made your eyes itch and fill in tears, which were mingled with the raindrops rolling down your face.

"Six years... he proposed last week", you revealed, keeping your head down to observe how your hands skin was getting redder and redder for your pinching. "I... I found out tonight he was planning to leave me to the altar to run away with his side piece. Then my dad found the Telegram channel with my pics in it, and disowned me".

"Goddamn! Ya serious?!", he asked, his voice got suddenly loud, startling you a bit. You quickly nodded, sniffling, his eagerness to know more like a gossip girl made the atmosphere less tensed. It heavily contrasted the gloomy environment, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. You told him the whole story, and he seemed more and more interested, despite the fact he was firmly refusing to turn towards you. When you told him the whole story, he scoffed, definitely annoyed and personally involved in your story.

"Ah, what an asshole. He truly took advantage of your good heart. But you should have noticed all the red flags floating around you, pal. I mean, c'mon, revenge porn is vulgar, and old-fashioned!", he snarled, with a confident tone, he seemed like another person. He probably used that way to protect himself from thinking too much, from pain: humor. You couldn't help but envy him. Then, your envy turned into thankfulness, for having met someone to talk to during that tough moment. And then, your thankfulness turned again into something else. You were fimly believing your meeting wasn't that casual; something or someone wanted you both there, two men with a broken heart, it couldn't be a coincidence!

"I guess you're right, Wade... only you can understand me at this moment", you sighed, looking towards his direction. He was still protecting his face with the hood. "I know, kiddo. I know. These are hard times, we gotta stay united when our heart is broken, our way to fight toxic masculinity", he ironically replied, you were starting to adore and admire his sense of humor, so sarcastic. Your cheeks couldn't help but blush, and your eyes shone in determination: you wanted to know who was hiding under that hood!

"Wade?", you softly called, shifting closer to him.

"Mh?", the man said, too distracted by the couple pigeons mating next to him.

"Do you believe in God?", you asked, particularly interested in his answers. You had a little smile on your face, your hands nervously pulling on the laces of your hoodie. Wade was about to turn towards you, but stopped right in the perfect moment to make you catch a glimpse of his face, his skin was oddly..reddish? You could hear him scoff as he adjusted his hood better around his face to hide more.

"Nah, I don't. It's some bullshit someone invented thousands of years ago to justify the fact a fourteen years old girl cheated on their daddy arranged husband and she's expecting a child that's not his", he answered, pretty annoyed.

His answer left you speechless, making you stare at him with wide eyes. The silence made him frown and slightly turn towards you, not enough to watch his face.

"Was it too much?", he asked. His voice made you snap back to reality, and you shook your head. You couldn't help but giggle, and get fidgety. He kind of had a point, you thought.

"I was just wondering... if our encounter was somehow planned up there, in the skies. Maybe some god, or some guardian, some planet decided it's the right time to, you know... heal us by making us meet," you smiled, blushing a bit. Your hand casually went meeting his as you spoke, surprised and relieved he wasn't pulling back. "Pretty corny, though, eh? Yet... it feels so right, and so made on purpose, I don't really think our encounter was casual, today. Think of it, Wade: both of us, on the edge of this bridge, both hurt for a tragedy related to our partners, on the verge of committing suici- OH, MY GOD!!" you yelped, once you finally paid attention to the fact Wade was finally facing you with his face on full display. Your heart was aching for how you were feeling about that face, but what a disgraceful sight that was: his skin was full of holes and wrinkles, and looked as if he had shoved his head in an air fryer. He looked like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado.

He was looking at you with the eyes of who 100% expected that reaction from you: no offense, no anger. Just extreme annoyance, with an inch of self pity.

"I never said I want to commit suicide. You're the depressed emo, not me", the man retorted, his annoyance was obvious even from his tone, and his hand pulled back as he spoke. Perhaps, he was hoping 'till the last instant you wouldn't have that reaction at the sight of him.

Your face gained back color, turning from pale to a bright shameful red, and pulled your hand back too, like a dog you were putting a leash on to keep it from walking too close to strangers - too close to him.

"Y-yeah, I know! But, you see, you were sitting as the edge and... you seemed pretty defeated too, wrapped up in that shabby hoodie..." , you were saying, but Wade scoffed, his face showed offense.

"Excuse you! My hoodie is not shabby", he protested, wrapping himself tighter in that hoodie, and pouted. That expression widened a bunch of holes on his left cheek; that sight was disturbng, you had to collect all your strength not to gag right there and then.

There was silence again. The rain had stopped, making you realize both you and Wide were soaked.

"Maybe a lil' bit shabby... Anyway, no. Our encounter was not planned by some planet, and no, we're not soulmates, if that's what you were thinking", he blurted out, more annoyed.

"But I was just saying-", you tried to reply, but he got up, raising his hand to stop you from speaking. He inhaled as if he wanted to say something, but his phone started ringing. You were baffled when you heard the ringtone, reminding something of your childhood; maybe it was the Cooking Mama theme, or the Lelli Kelly shoes jingle, you weren't sure.

Wade grabbed his phone and stared at it for some second, letting it ring, before hanging up.

"Gotta go. Take care", he just said, and before you could say anything, he jumped off the bridge.

"WADE!!", you shouted, turning pale again in a matter of instants, but when you rushed to see where he landed, he disappeared. There was a big blood stain, but no trace of him.

You didn't see Wade around for a long time. You were often dreaming of him, like a feverish dream, and whoever you asked about him never heard of him.

You were starting to think he never existed.

Maybe he was just your conscience shouting at you that throwing yourself off a bridge wasn't the right choice, that your asshole ex didn't deserve the satisfaction to see you drown, and the fact your conscience looked like that was the fruit of your pitiful self-esteem? Maybe that's why he was so sure your encounter wasn't wanted by the universe...

You were keeping gaslighting yourself, for days, weeks. Your sister Lily couldn't take it anymore, you were taunting her by keeping repeating her about your encounter; she knew your words by heart like a theatre script, and ended up parroting you every time you told her about Wade for the nth time.

"Listen,", she once interrupted you, tired to hear the same thing again, "you clearly need some other company aside of me and your imaginary man, so tonight we're getting ready and we're going out. Got it?!"

You didn't have the courage to disobey, so you begrudgingly accepted her invitation, and together went to a bar; however, you weren't sure that going out with her was a good idea, the places she usually was in weren't that good, speaking in terms of safety.

The place she took you to was loaded with people, most of them were clearly drunk, and other were flirting or making out in some corner of the building, not too hidden from the crowd. Despite you were absolutely serving in your outfit, and perfectly mingling, if not outstanding most people in there, you felt so uncomfortable in there: that was definitely your sister's lifestyle, not yours, but that didn't deny the fact you were infinitely thankful to her for at least trying to cheer you up and distract you from your struggles.

Lily parked you at the counter, and paid you a couple drinks. You chose a Quattro Bianchi, not the best cocktail in terms of taste, but excellent to get quickly drunk.

As soon as the bartender served you the drink, you snatched the glass from his hands, and chugged the whitish liquid. The fact you drank quickly was starting to make you feel dizzy almost immediately, so you couldn't hold a loud groan and an expression of pure discomfort for the bad taste of the cocktail. The bartender looked at you with pity and annoyance, he knew that if you kept drinking like that you would have puked all over his counter, that he should have cleaned, but he wondered what happened to you to make you drink like that.

Soon an odd figure joined you and the other drunkards at the counter: he was dressed with a bright red suit, two black circles around his white eyes and two... katanas?! behind his back.

You looked at the second Quattro Bianchi you ordered, and gently pushed it away. It was giving you hallucinations.

But soon, some words slipped out of your lips without you to notice.

"Hello again, Wade", you muttered, immediately catching his attention. You couldn't see his expression under the red leather mask, but you could tell he was surprised. Meanwhile, you changed your mind about that whitish drinking, and you grabbed it again, starting avidly drinking it.

'Wade' slowed you down by holding the glass with his hand. "You have horrible taste 'bout drinks. That one you picked, it sucks", he commented, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"It's my second", you precised, feeling your face heating up for the drunkness. He scoffed and replied with a whispered "I can tell".

"Nice of you to appear again in my life... I, uh... I was afraid I was losing my mind. I was getting convinced you didn't exist... but here you are...! Coming back to me like nothing happened... how much it passed? Years?!" you exclaimed, raising your voice, but not noticing it. "Just a month", he replied, observing the fun show you were giving with you exaggerate hand gesture and stuttering.

"Just a month?! Damn... time flies when you're having fun...", you mumbled, obviously sarcastic. Wade scoffed again and snatched the drink off your hand to drink it. He lifted his mask to do so, so you were sure it was him, seeing his porous red skin scrunching around that glass.

"Will I look like one of Spongebob's relatives too if I drink from that glass now?", you asked, drunkness gave you courage to make fun of his appearance. He didn't seem too pleased by that comment at the beginning.

"I fucking hope so", he grinned, slamming the glass down in front of you, so the drink spilled all over the table. "Drink, if you have the courage. I'm contagious, I promise", he added.

You didn't hesitate to drink the rest of that cocktail.

His mug of beer arrived, and he drank it slowly.

"How did you know it was me?", he asked, his tone was genuinely curious, no irony. you shrugged. "I just felt it, like a sixth sense", you replied, gesturing something that was supposed to be a third eye opening on your forehead.

"Or maybe you guessed?", he giggled, making you blush even more, but you didn't want to give up on your gag. "Oh, no! I'm a psychic, that's the truth!", you insisted, so both of you laughed.

"Maybe it was", Wade then commented, after a brief pause, making you turn to him and raise an eyebrow. "It was... what was what?", you asked, and then ordered another drink.

"That encounter, last month. Maybe it was planned... and I'm starting to think this encounter was planned too. Dunno...", he told you, before taking a big gulp of beer. You chuckled, snorting a bit. "So what? Now we're soulmates?", you ironically asked. He shrugged.

"Maybe...", he murmured, but saw you had heard him. He cleared his voice. "M-maybe you drank too much", he corrected himself. But, who knows, maybe...

"I'll take you home", he said, pulling his mask back down. He thanked the red of his costume, it didn't let the others the blush on his face.

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years ago

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"Forever Valentine" ~ E. Munson

Summary: When you aren't feeling yourself one Valentine's Day, Eddie is determined to make you feel better and let you know that you are his forever valentine.

Pairing: Mechanic!Husband!Eddie Munson x Wife!Reader (no pronouns used but Reader is called Wife)

Word Count: 938

Content Warning: Reader is lowkey depressed, mentions of food, sorta implied smut but not really?

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and some Fluff

Extra Notes: NAWT THE BAD SUMMARY AGAIN 😭

Based On the Request: "I've been feeling quite sad and not like my usual self. Do you think you can make a comfort/fluff of reader feeling similarly and Eddie helping with cuddles and snacks and whatever else you think of?" (requested by @rupsmorge)

Originally Written: 02/14/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

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It was four p.m. on Valentine's Day, and to say that thus far it had been underwhelming… Well, that was a major understatement.

It hadn't been all bad. Eddie had woken you up at the crack of dawn with a kiss on the forehead, whispering promises of a surprise when he got home from work that afternoon. When you'd finally forced yourself out of bed at around noon, you walked into the kitchen to see he'd left you a bouquet of red roses and a note that read,

"I'm not good with words, but to be fair, I don't know if there are words to tell you how happy I am to be your forever valentine. Happy first married Valentine's Day, my love." - Ed ♡

And sure, those things made you happy. You yourself couldn't believe that it was the first Valentine's Day you were spending as a married couple. But no matter how many chocolate hearts you ate or bottles of champagne you popped, it couldn't change the fact that you'd been in a horrible funk lately and had no clue how to fix it.

So, instead of asking for help, you did what any normal human being would in this situation—turned on cheesy Hallmark movies, wrapped the teddy bear that Eddie had given you last year in your arms, and ate strawberry ice cream straight out of the container.

You hadn't even realized that you were on your third rom-com of the day until Eddie crept into the house, left a ghost of a kiss on your ear, and commented, "Is this really what you do when I'm at the shop?"

You gave him a sideways smile, putting on your best show of happiness for him. Valentine's Day was one of his favorite holidays, because there was no way you could fight him on spoiling you for the day.

"Not always," you answered, "only on special occasions."

"Speaking of special occasions," he said, leaning down for a kiss on the lips, "happy Valentine's Day."

As he pulled away, he held out his hands, revealing the handiwork of what he'd been doing during the overtime he'd been working the past week.

He held out a metal rose, with "Eddie + YN" engraved in one of the petals. Sure, it wasn't the most practical of gifts, but to you, it meant the whole world. Eddie using his talents to make meaningful trinkets just for you? Swoon.

Tears poured down your cheeks as you took the hunk of metal from his hands, holding the material close to your chest. "Thank you, Ed," you managed to say through sobs, your chest heavy with some odd mixture of love and guilt.

Eddie almost immediately picked up that those weren't tears of happiness, prompting him to pull you into his embrace. His curls fanned out around you as he held your head against his chest, leaving soft kisses on the top of your head.

"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing small circles on your back.

"Nothing," you lied, attempting to slow the flow of your tears. "Just super happy that you made this for me."

He let out a deep sigh, holding you close as he led the two of you down to the couch. Pulling you into his lap, he turned you to face him and pushed your now wet hair away from your cheeks. "I can't fix the problem if I don't know what it is," he told you. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," you insisted. "These are happy tears."

"If I said or did something-" he started to say, but you stopped that thought before he could even finish thinking it.

You placed a loving hand on his cheek, your thumb gliding softly against the stubble growing there. "You could never do anything to upset me. Well, except for when you leave your grease rags lying around."

He chuckled before leaving a long, soft peck on your forehead. "I love you. So much. Please come to me if you ever need me. There's a reason I asked to be your husband."

You melted into his embrace, tossing your legs over his and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just…" you started, pausing to consider your words, "I've just been in a small funk lately."

"Whatcha mean?" Eddie asked in a whisper, placing his large palm in the center of your back.

"I've just been really sad. And tired. And I just feel off. I don't even remember how it feels to be my normal self," you explained. "I didn't say anything because I knew you were busy with work."

"Hey, hey, hey," he stopped you, his hand moving from your back to your hair, his fingers softly tugging at the ends, "never hesitate to tell me things just because of work. Work can wait. The second you slid this ring on my finger and I said, 'I do,' you became my top priority."

The two of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the comfort of one another's embrace. He held you tight against his chest, whispering quiet "I love you's" against the shell of your ear, and trailing kisses along your neck.

"I love you too," you answered eventually, giving him an actual smile this time.

"Since it's Valentine's Day," he said as a smirk appeared on his perfectly plump lips, "can I show you just how much I love you, my beautiful, *kiss* amazing, *kiss* wonderful wife?"

You giggled, a smile sitting on your lips as they landed on his for a passionate, slow, strawberry-flavored kiss. "I *kiss* would love *kiss* nothing more."

Aaahh, happy belated Valentine's Day, lovers!! I tried so hard to have this up on Valentine's Day but alas, good things take time and I had to wait. But, I hope it was well worth it because I absolutely love how this turned out!

Thank you so much to @rupsmorge for this lovely request!! May everyone's sweetheart Eddie make you feel better and give you a lil comfort 🫶🏻💗🫂

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magnoliapromenadegalleria · 1 year ago

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Ray didn't do anything wrong. I know that might be a controversial take right now with Sand's heart break being so fresh, and Boston has been overdue for some black Air Force 1 energy for a minute, but before you wanna tussle, hear me out. Don't touch the mic, and hear me out. They had some open communication that they were friends. Friends who obviously have a deep attraction to each other who either occasionally hook up, or at the very least are playing a very intense game of chicken, but friends nonetheless.

Sand has said this on multiple occasions. He has said that he would never take someone like Ray as his boyfriend. That Ray is not his special person. In Yoh's kitchen Ray asked Sand if he was okay with what they were doing, and Sand said yes and that they wouldn't develop it. He can differentiate between love and sex. In Ray's car after Mew called for help, Sand said he didn't have a right to be mad at Ray. Despite how Sand feels, he is communicating that he does not take Ray seriously and that he doesn't see him in that way.

To those around them it is obvious that there is something there. Yoh, Boston, Nick, Mew, and even Sand's momma have all made comments about them. Ol' girl Summer sensed there was something between them and she knew Ray all of two seconds, and made her exit like a lady. To us as viewers there is that same clarity that there is something there. We see how they look and react to one another.

So why is it not clear to Ray? Ray sees Sand's reactions, what is he not getting? Well...because Ray can't read minds. I think at this point it is fair to say that Ray will take what you're saying at face value. He's usually not going to argue with you. Even if you take his feelings for Mew out of the equation, Sand and him both agreed that this wouldn't be anything more than what they mutually agreed on. He knows he hurt Sand by leaving him for Mew, but is that because he has a clear understanding on how Sand feels, or is it because he felt bad for leaving him? He knows Sand is upset after the fight with Boston, but is that because he knows Sand is falling/has fallen for him, or because he felt he ruined Sand's birthday with his own drama? It is very possible that they are not looking at these situations through the same lens.

I personally had to learn that even though how I know how I feel and my emotions are clear TO ME, that does not mean they are clear to everyone else. Even if they sense something is off, if I don't communicate my feelings they won't know. Everyone occupies the center of their own universe. No one can know how you feel better than you do unless you speak. We know how Sand feels because we were able to get his commentary. We have an idea of what Ray feels because what he may not convey in words, he does with how he looks at Sand. They are not getting the same insight into each other like we are with them. I wrote earlier that they had open communication between them in Yoh's kitchen. "Open" but not "honest". Sand is not being honest with Ray to avoid heartbreak, I'd say that's a wash, and Ray isn't being honest with himself because of what he thinks he feels for Mew still lingers. Their actions are honest. The time they spend together, their banter, their touches. Their words are not. It will be interesting to see the breakdown in communication the more their feelings for one another mature.

Edit: I wanted to add, Ray does not owe Sand an explanation when it comes to his feelings for Mew. Another controversial take right now, I know. They may act like a couple, but they are not one, and Sand already clocked that Ray was using him as a distraction last episode. Now that Sand knows, he needs to think about what he wants to do moving forward.

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 1 year ago

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The gentle stag Spell of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Keith x MC Part of : My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary

Gift for @keithsandwich, I really hope you may like it 🤗

Tag: First Date Folk Festival Dancing Realization of feelings Confession of feelings Double personality First Kiss Fluff

Word Count : 3.696

Author’s Note: A festival in the countryside gives Keith a wonderful occasion to discover more about her Kingdom and about her, the one and only girl that captured his hearts.

His shyness and doubts left him prey to his anxiety as a more wicked determined side of him switched in to find a fitting epilogue to their sweet story.

All the while the romantic atmosphere of the festival and a slow dance pave the way for a romantic confession he didn't shy away from, obtaining a reward for daring so much with an unforgettable first kiss, prelude to many more, led by the powerful spell of love. 🥰

Side Note : All the images were found on Pinterest-Google and I was unable to find the source, please if any of you know the owner tell me and I will provide to give the artist the credit for the image.

I really hope you will like it and even though I worked it with MC I couldn't help but picture Maeve and Keith while writing that. 🤗

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

“It's not a date.”

-Yeah, continue to tell yourself that maybe it will come true.

“Please.” I wail with no avail as he continues, relentless to speak his mind

-Come on, have you seen the way she looks at us?

“No I haven’t.” I told him, straightening my shirt a bit more forcefully than necessary, sighing heavily as I tried to brush out the wrinkles my fingers caused, hoping she wouldn't see them.

-You are even more dense than I thought you were then, failure.

“Please … stop calling me that.”

I struggle to breathe properly. Urgently, I clutch one hand over my heart to tame its painful beating, stumbling in my hurry to turn away from the mirror I fell onto the bed.

Its softness welcomed my ungraceful tumble without complaints as I hid my face in my hands, no desire to see my pathetic self, eyes wet with tears, as usual.

After a minute of quiet I fret over going to the wardrobe to finish readying myself, with meticulous attention, I check every possible choice of clothing once again.

After all, I don't want to make her feel embarrassed.

I sigh softly, smiling at my reflection in the mirror, feeling confident in my choice of clothing.

‘What does she even see in me?” I wonder, my mood dropping slightly at the though but I quickly shook my head, trying to get rid of the depressing thoughts; I had to be in a good mood, I would hate to ruin our date.

Damn now that I called it that I can’t ignore it anymore. Even now, I have to acknowledge that it’s a date. I pace through my room trying to find an appropriate gift to bring her, even though I know she will tell me I don’t need to. I want to make her happy.

-You know she will like everything coming from you right?

“I do but I want it to be special.”

-Because it’s a date?

“Yes… No… I don’t know. You’re teasing me...”

-There is no need to hide your love for her. After all, I am quite smitten with her too.

“Please don’t cause trouble. She is so kind and sweet I would hate it if she ended up hating us.”

-I know but I can’t help it’s too entertaining to see her flustered.

“You should help me.”

-And why is that?

“Because … you said it yourself, you love her too.”

-The way we show love can’t be more different. Moreover it's not like either of us have her complaining.

“No but… Please. I need your help.” I whine hoping for once he will listen to me because I couldn’t do this without him.

-Don't worry, I won't do anything that will scare her away. I would hate to see her scared of us.

Those last few words were murmured so softly I didn't think I heard it right but knowing him I let them fall instead of trying to convince him to repeat them, and explain more of what he meant.

“Thank you.”

-I’m doing it for her, not you. Just remember that.

“I know, but still, thank you.”

-Yeah that's all beautiful and all but now, focus on finding a gift for her, maybe something you could confess our feelings with.

“Great idea.”

The sound of a soft knock at the door sent me spiraling into panic in my haste to go to open the door for her.

I trip over the sofa and as I lift myself back to my feet, I notice the clock signing the sun has already set.

She was probably checking on me to pick me up to go to the festival.

I hope she won’t think bad of me for making her wait.

OH. GOSH.

I hope she didn’t come to tell me she changed her mind chosing me as her companion for the party, what if …

My gaze ran to the door as I heard it crack open.

I let out a sigh of relief at the familiar weary expression of Liam, looking back at me.

“She said she is ready and is waiting for you in the foyer.”

“Ah. Thank you.”

He must have noticed the state of misshapen I was in. It isn’t the first time he had to see such a pathetic side of me.

Luckily for me he never told anyone about it, limiting himself to reassure me with words I needed to hear, like now.

“She is pretty excited to go out with you tonight. I hope you will have fun too.”

“Thank you, Liam. I am happy to hear that. I will do my best.”

Right when I am about to ask him to escort me to greet her, my eyes fall on a vase of flowers on my desk, with confident strides I pick a bouquet of red roses and some daisies before wrapping a red ribbon around it, hoping from the bottom of my heart she will like it and also will understand the meaning of the flowers that I picked thinking only of her.

My heart raced faster in my chest at each step that brought me closer to her.

I was lost in my mind when I caught a glimpse of her stopping me on my track, as the air got stolen from my lungs at her sight.

She always looked beautiful to me … but now dressed in a jade long velvet gown hugging her curves to perfection she was utterly breathtaking.

Hesitancy taunts me as I follow my butler, feeling once more undeserving to be next to her let alone be the object of her attention.

“You are really beautiful tonight.”

My words tumbled out of my tongue before I could stop them, gifting me a spectacle unlike any other, a light blush spread on her cheek, she did her best to hide behind her fan but in vain, while a bashful smile curl her soft red lips as she looked up at me.

“Thank you Keith. You are gorgeous too.”

She really had a way with words, and even though I still don’t believe to be so handsome myself when she compliments me I start to believe I am, at least to her, and this to me is more than enough.

I scratch the back of my neck, before mustering enough courage to offer her the flower I hastily had hidden behind my back.

I do my best to not stutter but my voice remains but a feeble murmur as I hand her my gift, fidgeting with my fingers waiting with bated breath for her answer.

“These are for you. I heard here in Rhodolite usually men bring flowers on their dates. They are not much but I really do hope you like them.”

“Oh Keith They are gorgeous.”

Her eyes lit up like a child as she bring them carefully to her chest raising them up to inhale their sweet scent, her smile so pure and warm to outshone the sun, engulfing me in a cozy hug like the ones I rarely receive, her happiness the biggest reward I could ever receive shining bright piercing through the darkness of self doubt and insecurity in me.

After a while she spoke once more while a sparkle of excitement swam in her gaze.

“I really do hope today’s date will succeed your expectations. The countryside is such a spectacle in summer and I wished to show it to you, since you said you would have liked to know more about it. Aboe all I hope you will have fun … with me.”

I don’t miss the way the words tumble from her lips, almost as she is scared I will be dissatisfied with the visit, nor the way her pearl like teeth sank in her bottom lip, as she fidgete nervously with the hem of her sleeves.

I really am grateful for her thoughtfulness but there is no way I wouldn't like it if she was with me. Even if she were to bring me to the borest party in the world, I would still treasure that moment we spent together.

“I am more than sure I will like it. I trust your judgment about beauty far more than mine and this makes me even more eager to see it for myself.”

The sun returned to her features as she hooks her hand on the arms I offered her, chatting all the way in the long carriage ride that will bring us far from the city landscapes and into the wild, for a spectacle I am more than sure it will be worth the wait.

Once we reach our destination I am the first to descend from the carriage offering her my hand, she takes with a graceful bow of her head, thanking me in her sweet voice.

The scenery was like spots of paint in the vivid tableau.

Luscious green hills and trees extended before my eyes, reflecting in the light waves of the lake as a fresh breeze blew over it scattering petals in the wind along their sweet scent.

Everything was so beautiful and yet nothing was even remotely comparable to her.

As we walked side by side I stole a glance her way.

She really is the most gorgeous sight of them all.

Her soft curls cascading over her shoulder ever so softly while her bright trusting eyes looked at everything with so much wonder I am left speechless almost as she was seeing it for the first time.

Even though I know it is not having discovered her identity, luckily, without retorting to anything I would have felt guilty of.

“I hope you will enjoy yourself tonight.”

As ever her sweet voice was like a wind chime ringing in the wind, soft and yet thrilling a light amidst darkness, taking me out of my overthinking habit.

“I don’t doubt I will, everything is fun when we are together.”

She stopped right in her tracks looking up at me.

OH.

The realisation of what I said sank in shamefully so.

I clamp my hand over my lips, paying no mind to my trembling fingers as I press them further into my cheek.

Gosh I must have sounded like a creep, of course I have, now she will hate me…

“Ahahah.” Her laugh interrupted my anxious thoughts spiraling out of control before they could lead me to switch. Feigning nonchalance, I slide my hand over my chest, hoping to tame the wild beating of my heart admiring the gorgeous smile shining bright on her lips, reaching that gorgeous gem her eyes were.

“I am so glad to know you think that because, you see… I feel the same.”

There is a hint of shyness in her words as she looks up at me taking my hand in hers. I’ve never been more aware of how delicate and yet strong she is all at once.

Not like me, big and dumb …

My thoughts are once more scattered to the winds as I feel her plush lips melt on my cheek.

Wonderful. Now I am the one who is flustered, like it’s anything new to me, yet this time I find myself unable to tame the racing of my heart as that soft kiss still lingers on my skin and her perfume surrounds me.

Sweet intoxication… I wouldn’t skip an occasion to lose myself in this moment,and so I do.

I close my eyes letting her sweet scent invade my nostrils reaching to cup her face with trembling fingers taking in the softness of her locks as I lay ever so softly my lips on her hair, revelling in the soft laugh escaping her.

Slowly I pulled back, a sudden rush of bravery surged in me. I took her hand in mine, smiling shyly as I felt her soft fingers entwine with mine paying little to no mind to everything else.

The village we found ourselves in was nothing short of a sight to behold, straight out from a fairytale.

Flowers of all colors cascaded from balconies, magical ornaments of golden and silver shined at each corner while lanterns hanged around the streets bathing it in a warm suffused light, a cacophony of chats and laugh reached my ears mixed with a suffused music I strain my ear to get where it comes from, smiling as the pleasant scent of cotton candy invaded my nostrils.

In no time at all we were both laughing like children, trying to eat a very soft and big cloud of it without mess … almost.

“I always loved cotton candy.” She sigh in satisfaction taking a bite out of it

“Me too, I rarely had the occasion to go to festivals but I remember always looking out for it too.”

A shadow of nostalgia clouded over the bright sun over my eyes, as I remember with fondness such an easy time when I didn’t feel like I was a failure… Not so completely as I did thereafter.

Startled by something warm pressing against my chest I look down, smiling fondly as I see her hugging me.

Mindlessly I took her cotton candy stick in one hand before wrapping one arm around her.

“Thank you.” I brush a soft kiss on her hair, reassuring her with a smile, missing her warmth the moment she stepped away.

To dispel the awkwardness she must have felt, noticing it in the bashful look she sent my way, I offered the candy cloud back to her, smiling at her soft murmur.

“Thank you.”

“My favourite flavour was caramel, but everything was fine to me as long as it was sweet. Yours?

“Strawberry.” Sun returned in her eyes as she gave a bite out of her pink fluffy cloud, smiling at me as to prove her point.

She really was so adorable I couldn’t help but reach to touch her cheeks, brushing off a dust of sugar staining the corner of her lips.

I would have been too startled from my own actions per usual but the sight of her blushing smiling bashfully at me and her gorgeous gaze filled with affection as she looked up at me occupied all my thoughts, making my heart race wildly in my chest.

As we wander a bit more around the stalls I raise my eyes to the sky, admiring the twinkling stars embroidered in the blue velvet blanket of the night, but looking carefully at them I see that the most glimmering stars of them all is the one at my side.

Her eyes reflected the whole galaxy in it as she looked up for her own, her smile so bright to outshone the sun as she beamed at me pointing out to me a constellation I taught her to.

The thought she took a liking to it because of me warmed my heart, the idea that someone could find happiness with me behind my wildest dreams and wildest odds, genty I squeezed her hand in mine, lifting it to place an ever gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“That is your reward for being such a diligent student.”

Even in the dimly lit alleway I could clearly see how bashful she smiled at me, hiding her rosy cheeks with her hand curled in front of her lips.

In that moment sweet notes swirl in the air, pushing me to follow her everywhere she went as she wandered in every direction to find the way where it came from.

Strange melody times carried away, memories of my first visit to Rhodolite came back in my mind along those sweet notes that spoke of a country life so different from my own and yet that I always secretly yearned for, finding little comfort in the spotlight and much more at home surrounded by animals.

Once we arrived at the town’s square we saw a rainbow of gown swaying in the breeze in time with the music, shily I glanced at her, pondering her thoughts and desire.

Yearning written all over her gorgeous feature as she sigh softly admiring the dancers waltzing on the ballroom floor.

I was almost too shy to approach her, compelled to admire but not to touch. But in that moment she turned to look at me, her bright eyes moving me to the core, like a siren enchanting me to give in to temptation, to cross the line of the forbidden and take her as mine.

A rush of courage pumped in my vein as I noticed a flicker of doubt in her gaze.

I wouldn't have let her be the subject of that kind of insecurity, especially since I am far from not interested in her.

Dare I say I adored her with all my heart.

But even though she knows and gets along with me and him that didn’t write off the fact she may have been not interested in a romantic relationship with me.

After all, who could have loved a weirdo like me ? I brush off my doubts, smiling back at her, desiring to make her understand the depth of my feelings.

So I dare to take her hand in mine and let her guide me in the dance following steps unknown to me and yet so familiar, mirroring her own movements, laughing at each mistake on my part, taking delight in being taught something so fun by her.

The sweet melody accompanied our dance but I didn’t see anyone else except her.

The whole crowd was looking at us and I was determined to give them a good show.

Alter Keith

I really am guilty of switching in so suddenly.

Who am I kidding ? I love being in the spotlight.

I had to or else he would have kept beating around the bush with her and I can’t stand it, not when she reciprocated our feelings.

I had to do what he did not dare to, for our sake.

As ever I will grant your wish, but in my own way.

The moment was right it would have been a sin to let it slip by, and I certainly was not the type to quietly wait doing nothing.

The warm light of the lanterns and the sweet melody of the violins and the flute created a romantic atmosphere around us.

We were the only ones still standing on the dance floor, while the other flew away to the four winds.

It looked like we were the only ones in the world and to me we were, lost in our own world.

Her lips ever so soft curled in a gentle smile her eyelids fluttering as she gazed at me with so much affection in her eyes I don't know what to do but kept spinning around her, drawn like a moth to a flame

Slowly I leaned over her, she didn’t pull back, ever so softly I melted my lips on hers.

I expected her to do anything, shove me away, even slap me anything but what she did.

The sweet sensation of her lips kissing me back.

I imagined it countless times and yet nothing could have prepared me for what it would have felt like.

The confines of my being blurred and for once I did not mind if I had melted into a kiss, feeling like I really did have felt a place of my own where to belong, in her arms.

Her body trembled against mine and I wrap my arm around her form, keeping her still, losing myself in that sweet kiss claiming my every sensation,

It tasted like a fresh herbal tea on a hot day, a ray of sunshine on the skin, a warm hug, a sweet treat.

And I wondered for the first time if it's what love felt like.

Because if it really was so sweet, I really didn’t mind growing a sweet tooth like him.

I pulled back, leaning my forehead to hers. er lips, oh so kissable, the thing I yearn to conquer again and again curled in a bright shy smile.

“I love you with all myself, my little bunny.”

“I love you too Keith, all of you.”

What a wonderful girl she was, loving us both.

I ignore his astoundment as he began to pace in my mind until he finally stops to mull it over in a corner

-Ya aren’t happy ? I moved things forward for us.

Of course I am but … You could have told me of your plan.

-So you could have stopped me ? Nahh. It was more fun this way I assure you.

She really is too patient with us, we don’t deserve her.

-Maybe we don’t but I won’t let anyone take her away from me, not even you so stay down and follow me if you don’t want me to ditch you.

Of course I don’t want that. I saw him sigh softly Alright, but only because she is on board with it too.

In the meanwhile I took her hand in mine as we made our way back to an inn, since it would be too late to go back to the palace.

I think to myself a smirk making its way to my lips, even though this is not the whole truth, the rumors of us being lovers will spread all over the Kingdom and beyond after we spend a night together, and I really look forward to make them real.

Gently I squeeze her hand in mine, meeting her gorgeous gaze filled to the brim with affection.

We have so many things to talk about, my personalities and my role, what would be expected of her, but for now all I want is to spend a pleasurable night with her, doing everything she feels like, testing the water before diving head down with an official engagement.

A promise we will do to her because nothing, and no one will ever dare stand in our way, we will protect her at any cost and prove everyone that indeed there is something stronger than everything in this world and this the unbreakable spell of Love.

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thelampisaflashlight · 1 year ago

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Everything Goes On Pt. 6

[Ritual night preparations. Not suitable for younger audiences. Previous part here.] Below the cut.

The shift in the air is palpable as the raging sun of summer draws ever closer to the cloudy gloom of fall.

Not yet here, though already on the minds of so many.

Mountain can feel the shift in his bones, bonded to the Earth as he is, but as he looks to the heavens, he cannot but feel a great sense of unease.

The sky is overcast, heavy storm clouds move at a snail's pace overhead.

An ill omen for a night already destined to be touched by the light of a rare blue moon.

Worse yet...

Mountain watches as the siblings gather for mass, their usual uniforms or casual clothes cast aside in favor of the traditional robes of their forbearers.

...there is to be a summoning tonight.

Turning his gaze to the lake, barely a puddle in his vision, he can already see the groundskeepers placing the lanterns to mark the path to the sunken chapel.

Three ghouls stand guard as they work, wearing the silver masks of a now bygone era, sentinels sent by Sister Imperator to ensure no ill business takes place on this most sacred of occasions.

The guards eye him from a distance, one of them, a smaller, slighter figure than the rest, swishes their tail -a threatening crackle of green energy sparking from the spade- at him irritably, and all Mountain can do is hold up his hands and return to his own duties to show he isn't a threat.

"Everyone's so worked up today..." Swiss comments, striding out of the courtyard holding a rake and a compost bag full of dead leaves, "What do I do with these, big guy?"

Mountain gestures towards a small pile between the greenhouses.

"It's because of the summoning tonight."

"I almost forgot about that." Swiss hums, tossing the bag, "I guess since Sunny's summoning was the only one I've ever gone to, I didn't think, ya know, it was a big deal?"

"Sunny's summoning was kind of an outlier, since it was not safe for the clergy to attend en masse." Mountain says, "Tonight's summoning is also special, because we not only have to contend with the weather, but the moon as well... Papa has already ordered several members of the clergy into seclusion to avoid, uh, unwanted side effects."

"What's the moon got to do with it?" Swiss asks, coming back to stand beside Mountain, looking out over the valley.

"You can't feel it?" Mountain questions, placing a hand over the middle of his chest, "Here?"

"Nope, aside from how warm your hand is." Swiss shakes his head, "I mean, I am half human, so it's probably another one of those things that doesn't affect me the same way it does you guys."

"I suppose so." Mountain nods, "But, to explain it a bit, the moon tugs."

"Tugs?"

"It pulls at us like the tides. Water ghouls are especially effected by it, hence why they make themselves scarce during the full moon, as do members of the clergy afflicted with moon based curses such as lycanthropy." he says, "Hence why Rain isn't able to attend the summoning tonight."

"Cause he'll go feral or something?" Swiss asks.

Mountain thinks back to earlier this morning when he'd encountered the ghoul in question rolling around in a pile of spilled laundry when he came to retrieve his clothes from the dryer, thoroughly out of his gourd, tail slapping on the ground like a pleased puppy.

"...Yes... feral..."

Swiss blinks at him.

"What about Dew? Since he's a hybrid?"

"Dew has a remarkably firm grasp on his water side, so he'll still be in attendance." Mountain says, "He'd likely have to attend in some capacity regardless though."

"Why's that?"

Mountain stares down at Swiss.

"What? What, is there something on my face?" the multi-ghoul questions, patting his cheeks.

"...You really don't know?"

"Know what??"

"Satanas... Well, I won't ruin the surprise."

"Ugh, these robes are so fucking heavy..." Dew grimaces, readjusting his vestments for a third time, "This is such a pain in the ass..."

"You do not get to complain." Copia sighs, coating his face in powder, "Mine are twice as heavy, and I don't have any of your unnatural ghoulish strength to help carry the weight."

Dew's tail swishes trapped between two layers of fabric.

"If I knew becoming a bishop would mean wearing so much clothing, I wouldn't have studied so hard."

"You had your entire deaconship and stint as a priest to consider that, now didn't you?" Copia points out, "Having to dress the part of your role only happens once in a..."

"Don't."

"Once in a blue moon." he chuckles, eliciting a groan from the already agitated ghoul, "Ah, lighten up, once the ceremony is over, you can go back to wearing what you want or nothing at all. Hell, you could even strip naked as soon as the rites are done, but, for now, you need to look presentable for the clergy."

"Half the siblings have seen my bare ass-"

"Sister will be in attendance tonight." Copia says, eyeing him from the mirror, laughing once more seeing the ghoul's conflicted expression.

"-which I will keep covered at all times this evening."

"Very good."

Copia stands back to admire his handiwork, checking his make-up for imperfections, "...Ghoul?"

"Yes, Papa?"

"I've been meaning to ask... How have you been since your packmates' departures?"

Dew clicks his tongue.

"I miss Sunny, it was fun having her around while it lasted." he says, "But I know you're not really asking about her."

"Things are still... complicated." he continues, "But Aether is the furthest thing from my mind tonight."

"That is... good." Copia says, "There's a high likelihood that something may go array during tonight's ritual, so I need you focused to ensure that if things do get out of hand, we can put a stop to it as quickly as possible."

"Yes, Papa."

Cirrus sits in her room getting ready for the evening, she doesn't really need to get too dressed up for the event, after all she'll be sitting amongst the siblings along with the rest of the ghouls.

...Save for Cumulus and Dewdrop that is.

And maybe that's why she's putting the extra effort in to look nice even though it will be impossible to really pick her out of the crowd, it's more so for after the rites are spoken.

After Cumulus is freed of her obligations as a sister of sin and they can fuck off while the actual summoning takes place to have a little fun.

At least, that had been the plan...

"Since Aether left, I have to stay as a witness." the smaller ghoulette had informed Cirrus earlier during breakfast, "You know how it is..."

"I don't, actually." Cirrus had grumbled around her pancakes, "You don't tell me anything about your duties as a sister, or why it's so different from being, I dunno, like the rest of us."

"I have though, Cir, I explained what my role is when I took my oath." Cumulus had frowned, patting her hand, "This is one of my duties as a sister, to attend these summonings and bless the new ghouls in the name of the lord below."

"Yeah, but why does it have to be you?" Cirrus groused, letting her fork drop onto her plate.

"I was requested personally, and you have to understand what an honor it is to be chosen for something like this..." Cumulus said, "I'll be standing beside Papa..."

"We hang out with Copia all the time, Lus, it's not that special."

"...Well it is to me." Cumulus whispered, "Plus, Dew could use the support right now. You know him and Aeth-"

"Oh, so it was Dew who asked." she'd scoffed, "Of course it was."

"Cir... what's that supposed to mean?"

"Ever since Aether left, you've been babying Dew." Cirrus hissed, "You even disagreed with me when I said our relationship wasn't like theirs, but it's not. You and I have been together since the pit, those two were just fucking around the way humans do, it wasn't even serious!"

"Wasn't even... Cir, they were engaged!"

"Engaged, but not bonded!"

"Cir..."

Cirrus looks at herself in the small vanity atop her dresser and frowns.

"It's not the same." she tells herself, "Our relationship isn't..."

"Dew could use the support right now."

Cirrus grabs her mascara and uncaps it.

"I hope he fucking trips and falls in his stupid robes tonight..."

#lamp writes #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic

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repeatsquared · 2 months ago

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A Life for a Life - 11

Chapter 10/10.5 Comments: Dual-perspectives of Claec and Alex. A fight at work can lead to support in unusual ways. A date planned. A new reason to lean on someone you're scared to trust. There's only one way this could go.

Word Count: 1,509

Trigger Warning: You're safe for now

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Thursday didn't arrive quickly enough. The events of the past week and a half started to blur together, and as less attention was brought to some of the concerning details, the more comfortable Alex was able to get in their current predicament. They found themself texting Jasmine more often, even during work hours when things started to run slow, though discretion felt important. The last thing they wanted was for Claec to have even more information about them at his disposal.

By the end of the day, the two stepped into the elevator. Claec was always the one to jab the buttons, and generally they got the elevator to themselves. Alex wasn't exactly sure how they got so lucky, but they weren't one to complain when it came to privacy.

That day, they tried to dress nicer than usual. They had mostly tamed their unruly hair, and wore an outfit generally kept for slightly special occasions. They didn't want to dress up too much, but showing up as a slob wasn't the best first impression either.

"So, we got Italian last night," Claec's words disrupted their train of thought. He slumped back against the wall, stretching the buttoned collar of his shirt away from his throat. "There's a good food truck that sets up like five minutes from here. Sound good?"

"Oh, uh," Alex cleared their throat, uncomfortably aware of the heat rushing to their cheeks. They completely forgot to tell Claec about it earlier. Though, maybe it wasn't an accident. "I have plans tonight, so, I can't get dinner."

They stared at the doors, trying to ignore the stare now focused on the side of their face.

"With that one chick?" Claec's words were slow, and low. He was using that tone again. It made Alex's blood run cold, and was always a small reminder of exactly who was standing next to them.

"It, uhm-" They forced themselves to cough, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of their neck. "It is, yeah."

"Then have fun!" The chipness of his voice took Alex by surprise, and they almost had to run after him when the elevator doors opened.

"You're not mad?"

"Why? Because I get a night to myself for once instead of hauling your ass around?" A fake laugh, but he wasn't turning around. "Chill out, I'm not hunting for reasons to get pissed at you. Just don't die the one time I'm not watching you."

Alex didn't know how to respond to that. It wasn't a threat, but it was definitely unsettling. What did Claec think they did in their free time that would result in them dying?

They tried to shake it from their head, instead calling out a farewell before turning around. They needed to get to the parking garage, to their car. Their phone battery was low, due to their carelessness in leaving it unplugged overnight, but there was enough left for them to get to her and the coffee shop and hopefully drop her wherever she needed to go afterwards.

Waiting in front of the office building felt daunting, but she was already on the street. Alex could see her as they pulled up, shooting a text and waving to hopefully grab her attention.

She wore a dark blue dress. It ended at her knees, and hugged the rest of her frame quite nicely. The neck was cut low, held up by two thick straps that wrapped over her shoulders and met a square frame in the back. Her heels were strappy, wrapping just above her ankles, and pushing her at least five inches taller. Her hair was pulled into a high pony tail, reaching just under her shoulders, still curled and flowing. She looked amazing.

"Hey!" She called, opening the door and settling into the seat. "Love the outfit, you look great! So, where are we heading?"

Alex cleared their throat, trying to ignore their red cheeks as they tapped at their phone, getting the directions pulled up. "Just a little cafe, if that's okay?"

"Perfect!" She turned her attention to the road as they started to drive, humming along to the quiet stereo.

They settled into polite and minimal conversation on the drive. There was a certain awkwardness, likely due to the fact that they had never spoken to each other outside of texting before. And Alex was most definitely a big player when it came to being awkward.

The cafe was small, and relatively empty. Twelve tables dotted the room, and four of them were taken, though no one really seemed to be speaking. They both stepped to the counter and ordered. Alex got a latte, then Jasmine ordered the same. There was a short conversation about the drinks, and then silence once more as they waited.

It felt baseline. Getting to know one another, basic interests, job details, non-specific details about where they both lived, what drew them to the city. A rhythm started, and eventually there was a comfortable flow. Their drinks were gone by then, but they found enjoyment in the company.

"So, what's up with that friend of yours?" She eventually asked, swirling her now-empty mug. "He seems funny."

"Oh, Caleb?" Alex took a moment to think about what exactly she meant, shrugging. "He's new to work, can't say I know too much about him just yet. He's definitely..." They paused, trying to think of the best way to say it. "Clingy?"

"Invasive?" Jasmine laughed, leaning her chin onto an open palm. "I know the type, get 'em all too often, trust me. You're allowed to be annoyed."

They laughed a bit, looking out the window. "You've got a point. I guess I just try to be nice, to a fault sometimes."

"Means you've got a good heart. Could use more people like you in the world."

That made them blush, looking back at her with a dumb smile. "What about more people like you?"

"Oh, please!" She laughed, waving a hand at him. "There's plenty like me. Oh, but speaking of which, do you have any powers?"

"Yeah. Well, kind of? It's really weak, but I'm telekinetic."

"That's really cool! I lost the draw on that one, I didn't get any. Always blame my dad for that, he was powerless too."

Alex hummed, nodding along as she spoke. "My mom is too, I just got lucky from my dad I guess."

Jasmine bit her lip, eyeing the table for a few moments. "Sorry to ask this, but you're the person who stood up to Claec, right?"

They felt the smile drop from their face almost immediately, looking away again. "Yep. Yeah, uh, that was... me."

"Sorry!" She groaned, holding her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, I only realized it yesterday. I just think that's really admirable, and brave. Standing up to someone as awful like that has got to be hard."

"I mean, it definitely wasn't easy!" They forced a laugh, trying to shake the thoughts from their mind. "Sorry, can we-"

"Change topics? Yes!" She smiled again, and was almost immediately talking about something her childhood pet. It made Alex smile, easing back into the conversation once more. She really did seem perfect.

"I don't like her."

The words took Alex by surprise, rendering them silent in the midst of the retelling of their fourth date with Jasmine.

Claec didn't elaborate. Why would he ever? He continued to tap away at the keyboard, working on a small report over some meaningless numbers. It seemed to have captured most of his attention, Alex was surprised that he had even been listening.

"You have no reason not to like her. You haven't even met her."

"And?" This time Claec looked at them, a raised eyebrow matching his annoyed frown. "She's weird. I don't like her."

"I'm weird."

"You're a dork," He paused, a grin replacing his frown. "And an idiot, it seems. I'm weird too, but she's the bad kind of weird."

"That makes no sense, at all."

"Just take my word for it?"

Alex raised their eyebrows at him. When met with an exasperated groan, they rolled their eyes, returning their gaze to their own screen. "Maybe I would if you gave me a reason."

"I did!"

"You called her weird."

"Mhm, that's a reason."

Another moment of silence, interrupted when the two started to laugh, shaking their heads and returning to work.

It was getting easier for Alex to think of Claec as a person, rather than a villain. At the office, he was just Caleb. A friend. There were no more constant reminders that he was just around as a threat and a watchdog. It was getting hard to remind themself that this person could be dangerous.

"Just be careful, Alex." Claec's words took Alex by surprise. He remained focused on his screen, wearing that painfully serious expression he always did. Again, no elaboration. But that time, Alex was a bit too nervous to ask, worried about what his answer might be. She was just a person.

"I promise."

Chapter 12

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A shorty once more. I'll be honest I'm struggling with the structure of this monstrosity, fighting between moving too fast and too slow. If you guys have any comments on what you'd like to see, preferred pacing, or whatever else I'm always happy to take some criticism.

Also, I've been using this story as a big break from school, so be patient with me through the rest of the month as chapter updates may be more sparse.

#hero oc #oc #original character #short story #villain oc #villain x civilian #writing #a life for a life #enemies to lovers #fiction

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asmallmoon333 · 1 year ago

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Silly question because I was scrolling through your Tumblr blog and really wanted to ask something but nothing came to mind except L and L looking different because Reasons TM.

We have L the rich family heir in the current Time Speaks arc. He's got a Family Approved TM makeover.

But what if Light was given a chance to give L a makeover? How would this new and visually improved L be?

Also how long do you think before L takes back makeover privileges and gets back to his usual? I bet an hour, max lmao.

So I thought about this for a minute lol

The thing about Light is, I actually don't think he spends as much time on his appearance or on appearance in general as some fanon implies. Yes, he's put together and looks good, but most of that is just a clean haircut and his natural face. Light is just good-looking on his own hahahahaha, and he uses that against people as part of his repertoire of tactics. Personally tho I think he relies on the "upstanding member of society" shtick much more than his looks, despite how I personally like to comment on his face in my story.

Why did I ramble about this here, you may ask? Because I actually don't see Light as giving L a makeover or even thinking about it much, based simply on what Light finds value in or has an interest in. At best I think he'd buy L a nice suit, or at the very least some fitting clothes, and give him a haircut, but nothing more than that. This would be a special occasion with other people involved, and so L would give in since he'd see it as important enough to submit until the end of whatever occasion it is. But in daily life or a makeover just for fun? I don't think Light would do it. Their weird sexual tension is 90% cerebral, and while Light uses society's proceptions against them, I don't think he takes them seriously himself. He's an actor on a stage wearing a costume, which is also why I think he's got so may clothes, and so many "fit the situation" clothing as we see. But beyond that, he doesn't care what others look like, and certainly doesn't care about L's looks beyond that one time he called him a weirdo when they met.

Also I don't think Light knows a thing about makeup (remaining purposefully ignorant, despite Misa's attempts), but also he's possessive and wouldn't want L to look too good to other people. So even less inclination to give him a makeover lol. But he does, personally, admire what L looked like with slicked-back hair when he has the chance to see it, as in that one fan art of them in the tub I've saved. >v>

Sorry if that's not the answer you were hoping for, it was still a fun one for me to think about!

(Now, if you'd asked about Misa giving L a makeover, that's a whole other story; she would sit him down and keep him there as her doll (hah) for as long as she possibly could, and he would actually just give in cause why not, he's bored, let's see what Misa can do. And she'd go in full, she'd dress him in all types of styles and genres, from historical to modern to goth, and even go into cosplay a bit, with full makeup and accessories. She would splurge on this cause his frame would make him perfect for some anime cosplay. There would be photoshoots, face artfully averted of course, and they'd be popular online. This would include male and female outfits btw. And L would have fun, even tho he didn't expect that he would, he finds it interesting. While Light would watch from the sidelines with an annoyed look on his face (he's not fooling anyone, he's there for every shoot). L, in contrast to Light, would actually listen to Misa and learn about a full makeup and hair care routine. He'd never employ that knowledge personally, but he'd remember it even if just to bring up to Light randomly like "Light-kun could do with some moisturizing sunscreen and leave-in conditioner, you're looking a bit sun damaged" "What?" lmao.)

So, yeah! ^v^

#l lawliet #light yagami #misa amane #death note

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miss-ingno · 1 year ago

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So @justacoyote did this last year, and I thought it was fun and wanted to give it a try! And then time passed and now I'm late as usual xD

How many works do you have on AO3? currently 210

What's your total AO3 word count? 1,133,881

What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Guardian, Granting You A Dreamlike Life, and Grimm

Plus a couple on-and-off or exchange-only fandoms like Dreamcatcher's Deja Vu, Disney's Descendants, Naruto, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Eldest Princess On Top (Zhǎng Gōng Zhǔ Zài Shàng), Castlevania (Cartoon) and Assassin's Creed (early games).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Partners in Crimes (RTAH RPF, Freewood, Fake AH Crew AU) at 907 kudos

Blindfold (RTAH RPF, Freewood, Fake AH Crew AU) at 858 kudos

The Dwight Timing (RTAH RPF, Jeremwood, Fake AH Crew AU) at 653 kudos

Take No Prisoners (Take No Shit), (RTAH RPF, original AH OT6, Fake AH Crew AU) at 581 kudos (my first and oldest work for ragehappy fandom /o\ and it shows lol)

Just Let Me Know If You Want It (It's Strictly Physical), (Dragon Age II, Fenders, omegaverse smut) at 561 kudos

Devil's Deal (Disney's Descendants, Jaylos + Harlos, pre-canon) at 515 kudos

As much as I loved my time back then in RTAH fandom, I do hope to eventually get a fic more popular unrelated to H*ywood, considering what was revealed about his irl behaviour.

For funsies, my top-kudoses Guardian work is Seas Cannot Be Measured (Weilan, outsider pov, kidfic) at 364 kudos. The second work I posted in my current fandom :D!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, because I like engaging with other fans! And if someone takes the time to leave me a comment, even a short one, I want to at least thank them because it means a lot to me <3

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably All Our Memories, They're Haunted, a Deja Vu MV fic in which Yoohyeon slowly descends into killing all her friends.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This one's hard! I write a lot of fluffy one-shots where the point is the happiness? Like, Days of Splendour is literally about Weilan getting their happy ending wedding.

Similarly, Pivot is a fix-it ending for Critical Role season 1, in which Vax doesn't die and Gilmore gets to date him, too.

And The Fringe Benefits Of Being Family is fluffy future kidfic snippets in which Weilan get to be parents while their girls grow up.

Do you get hate on fics?

I once got a backhanded compliment on a fic where the commenter asserted they didn't usually read this ship because the shippers are all sus for shipping it and did it wrong, but my take passed their sniff-test. But they'd keep a close eye on my next work for this ship, just in case.

I vaguely recall getting a comment once and then immediately deleting it, but I can't for the life of me remember why. Probably for the best?

And there was that ask I once got that sticks in my brain because it was HILARIOUS. It asserted that because I have a recognizable style and used things like. Grammar and paragraph formatting for pacing, my writing was dry and boring and the worst and I just was copying myself with every new fic. I screenshot it and had a good laugh with friends over it :D

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, and a lot of different kinds! Sometimes I want to explore certain kinks, like tentacles (What Lies In Darkness, Weilan with eldritch!Shen Wei) or D/s (Good Vibrations, Dom!ZYL with sub!Shen Wei). Other times I just want to explore the relationship between the characters (Special Occasion, Weilan birthday blowjob) or worldbuilding (Long Night In Longcheng, Weilan canon au with dragon!Shen Wei).

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I love crossovers! I sadly haven't written too many, though. I have some old WIPs for a Naruto x Batman Beyond and a YGO! x SG-1 crossovers in my pile I occasionally return to, but nowhere close to finished. And I'm seriously considering writing a Guardian x Grimm crossover at some point lol

Malum Purificatum, Guardian x Assassin's Creed II (AKA Weilan meets Ezio)

It's You And Me (Amongst The Stars), Critical Role s1 x Stargate SG-1, in which Pike & Grog meet SG-1

Sink Your Teeth In (To The People You Depend On), Jurassic World x MCU, raptor!Darcy Lewis/Owen Grady, unfinished WIP

A Trickster's Pact, ragehappy x MCU, Freewood

One Fact Changes All, YGO! x HP, Tendershipping, my first and oldest crossover, unfinished and abandoned

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

The closest I got (that I'm aware of) is someone copying the exact premise of my fic in a beat-by-beat way without crediting me for the inspiration. It was memorable because it was my most popular fic at that point and the fandom didn't have a similar premise before.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Recently someone Furimmer translated my story An Intimate Touch into Russian! First time someone found my fic worth it to translate, I'm so happy still just thinking about it :D (It's also interesting to see they chose a different snippet to highlight in the summary, ha! That one seemed to resonate with them more. Can't blame them ;) )

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! @itskaysno is a wonderful co-pilot <3

What's your all-time favorite ship? Weilan (Guardian), Nick/Renard/Juliette (Grimm), and Jane/Uma (Disney's Descendants). I tend to be a multishipper, but these never fail to get me in the feels :D

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Of my posted WIPs: Hey Baby (I Think I Wanna Marry You), Shipwreck Isles, Your Prince Is In Another Castle, and Triple Duke Coup. Probably Ghost of a Chance, too, unless I get inspired by writing different YGO! fic to pick it up again. I'm 50-50 on whether I'll find motivation to finish Let Your Hearts' Melody Entwine With Mine

Of my unposted WIPs, if I've moved on from the fandom, I'm unlikely to put them up. That's why I posted a deluge of WIPs when I left the ragehappy fandom, because I couldn't see myself picking them up again, but I also regularly regret not e.g. having posted certain Naruto fic way back when I was writing them. Now the quality just doesn't hold up to my current standard, but I'm not going back to edit them, either.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at dialogue and fighting scenes! I practiced writing fighting scenes a lot because they used to be one of my weak spots, and now I'm comfy where I'm at skill level wise. I like pitting characters against each other, too, though I still have room for improvement in that area.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Environmental storytelling. Character conflict that lasts longer than a handful of scenes. 15k+ longfic (I'm terribly at keeping myself motivated to write them and then never finish). Slow burn and character/relationship development that takes a while to get to (keeping characters consistent but still having them change is hard to juggle! Especially since I have a tendency to write scenes out of order)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it's a language I know, I'm comfortable with it! It needs to be done for effect, though. Unless we're talking prefixes/suffixes and other addresses of respect/relation that just don't translate well (e.g. yifu, shixiong, xiao/lao, -kun, -senpai, etc.) but reveal information about the exact way characters relate to each other.

First fandom you wrote for? Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (back on German fanfic site Animexx). It was a self-insert OC portal fic where she ends up with Seto Kaiba xD I think I named her Leia or similar? I forget.

Favorite fic you've written?

The fic I'm writing for FFFX rn is a serious contender for top spot, if I manage to pull it off the way I imagine it.

I'm still pretty proud of Two Of A Kind (Guardian, Ya Qing/Zhu Hong & Shen Wei) and Safe In Your Hands (Weilan, post-canon with smut). The older a work is, the more I tend to see the flaws in it :') so my answers usually tend to be pretty recent stuff!

@itskaysno @ganglylimbs @elenothar @the-marron @sasamelons @sailorbryant @yilian0203 @treemaidengeek if any of you (or anyone else!) would like to do this, too, feel yourself tagged <3

#tag games #fanfiction #ingno writes #long post

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junglekarmapippa · 1 year ago

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The Full RJ Special

(This is an EXPLICIT, NSFW RJ+OC story)

RJ was pointlessly cleaning the tables of Jungle Karma Pizza, his brand-new restaurant. It wasn’t that the restaurant was opened recently, it had been open for almost a month. It was more the fact that he hadn’t had a single customer since he had opened.

He was distracted rearranging the animal figurines he used to decorate the tables when the front door opened. He turned around, with a smile: “Welcome to Jungle Karma Pizza, the name’s RJ—“ He stopped talking when he saw the person who had entered.

It was a woman. By far one of the most beautiful women RJ had ever seen. Her brown hair was picked back in a tight braid and she was wearing a very expensive-looking business attire. She was clutching her handbag and looked upset.

She looked around the empty restaurant and then at RJ: “I’m sorry, I thought you were open, the sign on the sidewalk—“

“We are open,” he told her, offering her a shy smile. “There’s just no other customers, that’s all. Take a seat.”

He pointed at the booth with the tiger print upholstery and she sat down, set her handbag next to her and sniffed.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

She looked at him. “A soda. Black, full sugar, with ice.” He stood there staring at her. “What?”

“You struck me more as an ‘organic unsweetened lemonade’ kind of woman, that’s all,” he said with a shrug.

“Would you like to order a pizza?” he offered.

“What do you recommend?”

“The RJ special.”

“You recommend the pizza you named after yourself?”

“It’s the best one,” he told her with a smirk. “That’s why I named it after myself.”

She chuckled. “Alright, I’ll have the RJ special then.”

That had been the first time he had seen her. Beatrice Lancaster, his very first customer. She had entered the parlour accidentally the first time, looking for a place to hide while she cried away her frustrations but he had made her smile. She kept coming back after that, every other day, and he sat down and talked to her while she ate -usually only a couple of slices- because he had no other customers.

One night, shortly before closing time, he was bent down picking up a napkin he had dropped when he heard her say: “Well, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes.”

He stood up slowly, licking his lips as he smiled. She had been making comments that had gotten more and more risqué as their conversations evolved and they gained trust in each other. He had flirted back, after all, it was harmless. She was out of his league and he was fine with that.

“What’s a sight for sore eyes?” he asked, playing dumb.

“That ass you keep hidden under that chef jacket,” she commented, walking towards him, licking her lips. “Makes one wonder what else you’re hiding under that chef jacket,” she added. He swallowed hard, suddenly very aware that this was different from her previous harmless flirting. She was coming on to him and she wasn’t being very subtle about it. Her eyes gave him a once over and stopped at the height of his orange apron. “Or under that apron.”

“Beatrice?” He asked, trying to stall her enough to gain a better idea of whether he was getting the signals right or not.

Unlike other occasions, she was wearing a very short tight dress, that wrapped over her body like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination. He looked at her eyes and she smiled wickedly at him, biting her lower lip.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, dropping her handbag on the floor and moving closer to him. “Don’t want to put your money where your mouth is?”

“I’m not even sure where my mouth is right now,” he said hoarsely, his green eyes glued to her green eyes, intense and sensual.

She closed the distance between them and unbuttoned the second button of his chef jacket, parting it to reveal his collarbone. She put a hand on his check and trailed down his face and neck, a soft touch that sent a wave of fire through him. He wasn’t sure if what had him more turned on was the touch itself, or the anticipation of what else may come after it.

She held his jaw with one hand and pressed her lips against his, softly at first, testing his willingness to participate. He exhaled inside her mouth and gave in to her offer. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards him, pressing her against him.

Their kiss grew more passionate, as his tongue parted her lips and entered her mouth, caressing hers. She held him by the jaw and he held her by the hips and they kissed more and more passionately, nibbling on each other’s lower lips and then going back in for a French kiss. He felt himself going hard under the apron and she must have felt him too, because she was smiling during their kiss.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Hang on a sec,” he whispered, taking a couple of deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. He reminded himself of who she was: one of the richest women of the city, stunning, wanted by many powerful and rich men. With another breath, he reminded himself of who he was: the chef of a rapidly failing pizza parlour who had very little other than his looks and his way with words going for him. “What exactly… what are we… what do you…” he didn’t know how to finish the question, his usually pale cheeks getting red under his stubble.

She moved towards him again, this time taking off the zebra-print bandanna he was using to keep his hair in place. “I’m here for the RJ special,” she whispered directly into his ear, while she ran her hand down his body, sneaking it under his apron and brushing his bulging erection lightly through his pants. “The real RJ special,” she purred before taking his earlobe with her teeth and nibbling it softly. “The full RJ special, if you catch my drift.”

He turned his head slightly to look at her face, his breath short and rapid, as her hand continued its teasing under the apron. “Give me a moment,” he asked, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her hand away.

“I didn’t take you for the kind of man who would shy away from an offer like this,” she joked.

He smirked. “I’m not,” he told her and walked towards the door, which he proceeded to lock and then shifted the sign to ‘closed’. He turned to her, smiling. “Now, where were we?”

She smiled as he approached her and took her in his arms, holding her tightly against his body, her tiny frame fitting comfortably in his arms, strong from the kung fu training and the pizza making. She grabbed him by the jaw again, rubbing her fingers against his stubble. His hands moved down her back and reached her firm buttocks, where he squeezed gently, pressing her against his hips, so she knew exactly the effect she had had on him.

Her hands moved down his body and she was sucking softly on his lower lip as her fingers undid the knot of his apron and let it fall to the ground. Her fingers moved to the buttons of his jacket and she undid them all and pulled the jacket open, breaking the kiss to take a look at his body, not very bulky but muscular and tight. He was wearing a purple tank top under the jacket and she slid the white garment off him, letting it drop to the floor.

As her mouth returned to his, his hands moved from her butt to her thighs, and he ran them up her skirt, looking for the hem of her panties. But he never found it. She wasn’t wearing any. He moaned into her mouth, delighted by the discovery. He broke the kiss and started trailing his lips down her neck, sucking softly on her pulse point as his hand moved from under her skirt to her breasts. He fondled her mounds through the dress, almost sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either.

“A woman on a mission,” he whispered in her ear as his hands kept caressing her tits, brushing her hard nipples through the fabric. His hands moved down her body again and he locked his gaze on hers as he knelt in front of her, his hands running down her legs. Looking up at her, he took off her heels, one at a time and then caressed her legs again, the touch of his fingers light as he heard her let out a small moan of anticipation.

His fingertips trailed up her inner thighs and she moaned in anticipation again, as he reached her pussy and brushed it softly. He moved his hands down again, pressing softly outwards. She caught his unsaid instruction and parted her legs wider, running her fingers through his hair as his hands pushed her dress upwards, rolling it over her hips.

She wasn’t shaven but she was trimmed and well cared. And she was wet, he could smell her arousal which only made his dick get harder. He ran his fingers up and down her labia softly, and then he teased her entrance, brushing it with his middle finger, marvelling at how wet and ready she was.

He moved in and kissed the top of her mound, where her outer labia met at the top. She let out another half moan and her fingers grasped tighter on his hair. He started kissing her pussy lips lightly, softly, enjoying her short breath and the trembling of her legs as much as the smell and taste of her pussy. He kissed all the way to her entrance and then, with a soft tongue, he caressed her entrance, making her moan out loud. He ran his tongue up her slit once, brushing her clitoris, which made her press his head against her harder, obviously ready for him to stop teasing her.

He ran his tongue up her slit again and he felt her legs weaken, almost giving in. With strong arms, he grabbed her by the hips to hold her in place and moved his face deeper into her, parting her labia with his tongue before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking on it ever so softly.

“Fuck!” She breathed out as he alternated the soft sucking with light flicks of the very tip of his tongue. He sucked slightly harder as her clit grew bigger and his licks became longer as he used his tongue to move her juices from her hole to her clit.

He lost track of where he was and how long he had been doing what he was doing. He was lost in the smell and taste of her, on the sensation of her hands on his shoulders, of her hips in his hands, as she tried to buck them against his face but he held her firmly in place. If she wanted the RJ special, she was going to get the RJ special. Her breath was short and ragged and her moans grew longer and louder as he kept his careful ministrations, circling his tongue around her entrance but never pushing his tongue inside of her; sucking on her clit but only until she whimpered or moaned softly, licking the whole length of her slit, lightly and slowly.

Her fingers clawed on his shoulders and he felt her getting hotter. She was about to come and her weight increased on his arms as her knees gave in. To her absolute dismay, he stopped completely and moved his face away, blowing softly on her pussy before moving to get up.

She held him down, putting her weight on his shoulders. “You’re not done.”

“Yes, I am,” he said, moving to get up again.

“I didn’t get there, you’re not done,” she insisted.

He chuckled and ran his fingers lightly over her pussy, his middle finger slipping inside of her. “You came here for the RJ special,” he told her, his finger moving steadily but softly. “This is the RJ special.”

“Never ending teasing?” She asked.

“I’m not done yet,” he told her, moving his hand away. “But I need to get up to finish.”

“Use your mouth to make me come,” she told him. “Or you’re never getting up from your knees again.”

“I will get you there,” he whispered, kissing her thighs. “I promise,” he insisted. “But not like this.” She groaned frustrated, her fingers clawing on his shoulders again. “Trust me, I will make it worth your while.”

She looked down at his face and he was looking at her face, smirking and licking his lips, obviously very pleased with himself.

“Trust me,” he insisted, taking her hands and moving them from his shoulders.

He got up and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss. She could taste her own juices on his mouth and she sucked on his lower lip hungrily.

“We can’t do this here,” he whispered.

“What?” She asked, sounded almost desperate.

“It’s a restaurant, it’s against the law.”

“Please tell me you have a garage with a wall against which you can fuck the living daylights out of me.”

“I do,” he told her. “But you’re here for the RJ special, not for the mozzarella sticks.”

She looked at him, an incredulous expression on her face, and he smiled, licking his lips again. “Damn, you taste good,” he commented, bending down to pick his jacket from the floor.

“Is this funny to you?” she asked as he pulled her dress back down. “You can’t just leave me hanging like this, it’s just… rude.”

“Rude?” He asked. “You’re the one who came into my restaurant for days, teasing me with looks and smiles and sexy comments.”

“I’m here to deliver on that offer,” she told him, reeling up.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him again. “I know,” he kissed her deeply again. “But we can’t do it here, I could get fined or shut down.” She looked at his eyes and could immediately tell he was absolutely serious. He took her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. “Come on,” he told her, pulling her towards the kitchen.

“Certainly the kitchen is more illegal,” she said as she followed him.

“We’re not going to the kitchen,” he said and pushed the door open, making his way up the staircase. “We are going to my place.” He guided her upstairs, where an immense loft area remained mostly unfurnished and undecorated. “I’m still not sure what I want to do with most of it,” he told her.

“Please tell me you have a bed,” she groaned as he guided her down a small set of steps, towards the loft’s main area.

He chuckled and turned to her. “I most definitely have a bed,” he informed her. “Wanna see it?” He asked, his hands on her waist again, his smile bright and inviting.

“Oh, God, yes!” She answered, jumping onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

With his hands on her buttocks, and kissing her deeply again, he took her to a smaller, separate room. Softly, he untangled her legs from his waist and left her sitting on his bed. She leaned back, resting her weight on her elbows and he knelt again, his gaze never leaving hers. His fingers pushed her dress up again and then he parted her legs softly, still smiling at her.

She smiled back and bit her lower lip. “Are you going to give me the RJ special now?”

“The whole thing,” he promised, before he started kissing her inner thighs alternately, trailing kisses up and down the soft skin, always caressing the one he wasn’t kissing to keep the momentum going.

“Eat me,” she pleaded.

“Patience is a virtue,” he whispered.

“Not one I’m famous for.”

He started kissing her pussy again and she moaned contently, letting herself fall on the mattress. His mouth was doing its magic again. Soon he was sucking on her labia and circling her entrance with his tongue. She moaned and arched her back. He responded by grabbing a hold of her hips, so he could hold her steady. He ran his tongue up her slit slowly, until he reached her clit, where he stayed, licking lightly and quickly. His lips closed around her clitoris again and he started sucking ever so softly. He kept that up for a couple more minutes and then kissed his way back down to her entrance, where he started to French kiss her pussy.

His tongue explored her inner walls while his lips caressed her too, his stubble adding an unnecessary -but very welcomed- extra stimulus.

“Oh, shit!” she let out as he did this. She kept cursing softly as he ate her, moving up and down her pussy, sucking her clit and then licking her insides, eating her juices. She moaned loud and long and her back arched again. Her legs closed around his head, but he didn’t seem fazed by this.

She moaned loud and long and her hands clawed at the bed covers, when he slid his hand from her hip to her thigh and then to her pussy. He used his mouth to suck and lick her clit, and used two of his fingers to fuck her, looking for the sensitive spot inside her. She all but screamed when he found it and kept stroking it in circles, his lips locked around her clit as he kept sucking.

“Oh, Fuck!” She yelled, using her own hands to fondle her breasts, trying desperately to reach the orgasm she was so close to.

He felt her pussy starting to tighten against his fingers and entered her with a third one, moving his hand in and out rapidly, while he hungrily sucked and licked her clit, his stubble rubbing against her pussy lips. He was going all out for the last sprint, to get her there. He started fingering her even faster and sucking her harder the louder she moaned.

With one loud moan that was almost a scream and a sharp intake of breath, her orgasm hit her. It washed over her completely, her body tightening, her heart racing, her breath caught in her chest. Her mind went blank and she lost herself in the pleasure of his tongue still licking her clit and his fingers still moving in and out of her.

She let out the air she had been holding and her body relaxed, as her senses began to come back to her. He kissed her pussy one last time and pulled away, moving his hands to part her legs, so he could stand up.

She opened her eyes and he was standing there, in the absurd combination of a purple tank top and zebra-print pants, with a pleased smile on his face. “Welcome back,” he told her, leaning down to kiss her.

She grabbed the back of his head and followed his head as he moved back up, trying not to break the kiss.

“That was awesome,” she admitted.

“Told you, patience is a virtue.”

"What do I get for dessert?"

"I'm not done."

She smiled at him and he moved to take his shirt off. She got up from the bed and stopped him, taking over and pulling his tank top off his torso. He had a tattoo around his belly button and she giggled. It was as absurd as the rest of him.

"What's so funny about my tattoos?" He asked.

"There's more than one?"

"You should have seen two already."

She looked down his exposed skin and saw another tattoo on his right forearm. She reached out to touch it. "I missed this one," she said. "I was distracted."

"I see," he answered pulling her closer. "Let's see if you can find the others."

"How many tattoos do you have?"

"I'm not going to spoil your scavenger hunt."

"Alright."

He pulled her closer and kissed her, while his hands found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, exposing her back right along the spine. As he moved his kisses to her neck again, he pulled the dress open and she helped him get it off.

He had been right, she wasn't wearing a bra either. And her breasts were as beautiful as the rest of her. He kissed his way down to the right one and started sucking on her nipple, one arm holding her close to him and the other fondling her left breast.

She ran her hand as far down his back as she could reach and then back up, tangling her fingers in his hair. He moved to suck on her left nipple and she pulled his hair harder.

"When do I get to play?" She whispered.

He moved his mouth away from her nipple and looked at her. "what do you mean?"

She ran her hand down his torso and grabbed his bulge, still inside his pants. "I want to see my new toy too."

He chuckled. "Nice guys finish last."

"Let me see it," she told him and started undoing his zebra print pants and taking them off. He helped her and she smiled at him before taking off his briefs, to find his cock hard and hot. "It looks like so much fun!"

She wrapped her hand around it to gauge its thickness and then ran her fingertips up and down the whole length. It was soft and warm and slightly pulsing and she was fascinated by it.

"Look at that," she started, bending down to kiss the base of his cock. "I found another tattoo!"

He had another tattoo on his groin, right above the base of his penis. He also had an interesting story about it that he may share with her later. Right now, she was trailing kisses up and down his length and he was losing his ability to concentrate.

She kissed the tip of his cock and wrapped her hand around it loosely. She was about to take him in her mouth when she felt his hand on her head.

"Hang on," he whispered, dropping himself on the bed next to her. "I don't want to fall on top of you," he explained, caressing her shoulder. She smiled and ran her hand down his torso again. "Go ahead, it's all yours."

She chuckled and kissed his lips before facing his dick again. This time she wasted no time teasing him and went directly for the prize. He groaned as she wrapped her mouth around the head. She licked it thoroughly, enjoying the feedback of groans and grunts she was getting from him. She started sucking and he took a deep breath he then let out way too carefully for a man who was getting a blow job.

She licked his whole length several times, until he started trusting his hips against her face. She wrapped both hands around his cock and then started taking in her mouth as much of it as she could. Sucking and licking, she started moving her head up and down, along with her hands.

"So good..." He whispered.

She moved expertly around his shaft. Her mouth, tongue and hands working him up to his own orgasm. She couldn't wait to taste his cum, to drink everything he had to give her. She was eagerly sucking and pumping him, when she felt his hand on the back of her head, not trying to push her down further, but to pull her up and away from him. She resisted his attempt to stop her by grasping both her mouth and hands tighter around him, he was so close to coming, he was harder and hotter and he had started to buck his hips slightly again. She was all wet and hot from the pleasure she was giving him and she was so thirsty for his spunk.

But he insisted. "Stop," he groaned. She continued, he was so close. There was no way he had enough willpower to stop her at that point. "Stop," he ordered her again, this time, actively sitting up to push her away.

"What's wrong?" She asked, looking at his face. "Did I hurt you?"

"Not at all," he said, pulling her in for a kiss. "I just don't like coming in people's mouths."

"That's the prize for the blowjob..."

"I don't like doing it."

"Why not?"

"It's a long story," he dismissed.

She kissed him again and wrapped her hand around his dick. He let himself fall back down and she followed him, lying down close to him and kissing him deeply while she jerked him off. He started thrusting his hips against her hand.

"Tell me what you need," she whispered into his mouth.

"Tighter," he groaned. She obeyed and he groaned into her mouth, their kiss growing more and more passionate as he approached his orgasm. He moved his hand to fondle her breast while she kept jerking him off, faster and harder, feeling his precum oozing into her fingers. She moved her hand steadily, softly rotating it for extra effect. He broke the kiss, unable to keep his head from falling backwards any more. He let out one moan that turned into a grunt as he came, his cum coating her hand and allowing her to move even faster, with the lubrication.

He let out one long breath after his orgasm washed over him and smiled contently at her. He opened his eyes to find her licking her fingers.

"This is really good," she told him and kept licking his cum from her hand.

He chuckled. "Come here," he said, pulling her to him and kissing her again.

"One day you're gonna have to tell me about the whole not coming in people's mouth thing," she whispered.

"It grosses me out," he told her and shrugged.

"What grosses you out?"

"Having men coming in my mouth," he told her matter-of-factly. "I feel like they're peeing in my mouth, it grosses me out. I don't like to do it to others."

"You've had sex with men?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Not really."

"Good."

He kissed her again and moved to lean over her. She rolled on her back and smiled at him when he got on top of her. He started kissing her neck and she spread her legs for him to settle in. She ran her hands down his back, all the way to his butt and found a pair of firm buttocks.

"Do you prefer being on top?" He asked in a whisper directly into her ear.

"Why would you ask that?"

"You strike me as the kind of woman who likes to be on top."

"Don't you want to be on top?"

"I like it both ways."

She kissed him and pushed him to one side. He followed her lead and rolled onto his back, smiling into the kiss. With his weight directly on the mattress, his hands were free to explore her body and he wasted no time in fondling both of her breasts at the same time. She let her head fall back as he played with her tits, rolling her nipples on the palms of his hands.

He was getting hard again and he slid a hand down to her pussy to check if she was ready for more. She moaned when he brushed her clit on his way to her entrance and rocked her hips against his hand when he slid his fingers inside.

She opened her eyes to look at him and he smiled at her. "Let's just fuck," she told him. He sat up to kiss her and she grabbed his cock and placed the head at her entrance. He pressed his forehead against hers and they both groaned as her pussy wrapped around his cock like a warm and slick glove.

"Shit, that is good," he whispered. "You have a very nice pussy."

"You're not bad yourself."

She started rocking her hips, fucking him in short and rather fast moves. He met her thrust hard, pulling her down onto him, to pat her clit with his pelvis with each short and rapid thrust. She pushed him back on the bed and sat there, straddling him, rocking her hips to feel his cock slide in and out of her, brushing all the right spots. She moaned and rocked faster, letting her weight rest on her hands, which she was supporting on his chest. His hands moved from her hips to her waist and from there to her face. He pulled her down for a kiss and put his hands back on her waist while his tongue explored her mouth.

She broke the kiss and sat up again, rocking her hips faster. He started shushing her. She opened her eyes and he was smiling at her.

"Slow down," he told her.

"Make me," she dared him.

He smiled and pushed his cock all the way into her, grabbed her by the hips firmly and flipped their bodies over, rolling her on her back and landing on top of her.

"So much for liking it both ways."

"I like both top and bottom," he whispered, kissing her neck. "What I don't like is going too fast," as he said this, he started fucking her with long and slow thrusts, pulling out almost all the way and then going back in all the way to the hilt. "Learn to smell the flowers," he whispered in her ear.

"Fuck me," she begged.

"I am."

"Like you mean it."

"I am."

"Fast and hard."

"Make me," he whispered into her ear.

"Just fuck me until I come."

"Twice," he said and started sucking her earlobe.

He didn't change the pace of his thrusts, no matter how hard she squeezed his buttocks or how desperate her moans were.

"I am almost there!" She begged.

"Good."

He put all of his weight on one arm and used the other one to caress her breast, burying his face in her neck, the roughness of his stubble a nice contrast with his soft lips. She ran her hands up his back and tangled her fingers in his hair again. He ran his hand down her body and grabbed her thigh, pulling upwards to bend her leg. She moaned as the change of position let him rub her clit while he fucked her.

"Legs around my waist," he instructed and kissed her. She did as he asked and moaned loud into his mouth when he started tapping her clit with each trust. "Ready?" The only answer she was capable of giving him was a moan, which he took as a yes, and he started increasing the speed of his thrust, making them shorter and faster.

He took little sprints, fucking her fast and deep for a couple of minutes and then slowing down to an exasperating speed. She bucked, moaned and whimpered underneath him, begging him with every cell of her body to bring her to orgasm. He French kissed her and started thrusting fast and hard, feeling her pussy tighten against his cock. He was ready for coming too and kept the speed and depth of his thrusts until she tightened around him, her pussy desperately convulsing to hold his dick in place, her legs tightening around his waist, her hand pulling his hair harder. She moaned and screamed as her orgasm hit her and he kept fucking her until his own orgasm hit.

He came inside her, his eyes closed, his back arched as well. He opened his eyes to find her lying there, breathing heavily and smiling contently.

"You said twice," she whispered.

"I did."

"That was once."

"I'm not done."

He sat back and she sat up, looking for his lips. They kissed deeply again, running their hands all over each other. She broke the kiss to look at his face and he smirked, caressing her hair. She looked like she was about to say something, bit her lip and looked down at his chest, blushing.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing," she dismissed, caressing his chest.

"What is it?"

She ran her thumbs over his nipples. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're in control of what you're doing."

"It only takes some discipline," he dismissed. "And I grew up in a highly disciplined home."

"You? Really?"

"You can say I broke free but old habits die hard."

She kissed him. She bit her lip afterwards, still avoiding his eye.

"Why don't you ask what you really want to know?" He told her, his hand running up and down her spine.

"You're bi, right?" He nodded. "How did you find out?"

He chuckled. "I just did," he told her. She looked at him disapprovingly and he shrugged. "It was exactly like that! I just did!"

"How did you find out you like sex with men too?"

"I'll have you know I found out I like sex with women too."

"The question remains."

"It's a very different experience, having sex with a man or a woman. I like both experiences. I found out when this really gorgeous girl started hitting on me relentlessly until I had to admit I liked her too and wanted to have sex with her. So I said yes and I liked it," he shrugged again. "Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't bother me," she told him, her hands caressing his stubble. "Actually, it just makes me curious."

"If you're asking if I've been around, well, I have. I won't deny it."

She smiled, still caressing his beard. "I've been around too." She leaned in to kiss him and he kissed her back passionately. "I think you owe me one orgasm."

"I do, yes," he said with a smile. "I'll let you be on top this time if you promise to behave."

"I won't fuck you slowly."

"Then you're grounded."

"No," she said, wrapping her hand around the base of his already half-hard cock. "You're going to lie down there and let me take you for a ride."

"You came here for the RJ special."

"And I got it. It was awesome. Now let me show you how I like to play." She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. "You're going to love this."

He smiled wide. "Show me what you’ve got."

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Reddit Interview with Everbyte

-> On the occasion of Duskwood’s third birthday, Everbyte and the moderators of the r/Duskwood Reddit community came up with the idea of making an interview as a special.

I thought it would be nice to share the interview here for those who don’t have and use Reddit. However, if you have a profile there, make sure you go to the post and like and maybe leave a comment as a thank you for the effort.

Again: I have no rights to the interview and I just share it, all credits go to the Reddit moderators and Everbyte!

-> Here is the link again!

And now, let's go!

Who is Everbyte? How did you meet? Where did everything start? Introduce yourself!

Hello reddit! We’re Vanessa, Jan & Kevin better known as Everbyte. We first met at university where we studied media informatics. In 2016, we started to release games on Google Play and the iOS App Store. Most of them were kind of experimental and none of them has been successful. However, we’ve learned a lot with every project and kept improving. Then, Duskwood happened. Since the release of Episode 1, we didn’t do anything but workon Duskwood, for two and a half years straight.

What would you say were your main influences (be it video games, books, movies…) for making Duskwood?

We’re living in a small town surrounded by dense forest… sounds familiar, right? It is a two minute walk from our office to the edge of the Blackforest - which basically looks like a fantasy movie. This obviously inspired and influenced Duskwood a lot. Another influence worth mentioning is various works by Stephen King. Vanessa, our author, is a big fan.

Where does the idea of the legend come from? Did it maybe sprout from a real legend in your (home)town?

When Vanessa was a child, she was often told stories by her grandmother. These stories were passed down from generation to generation and were often scary or even cruel. Not the best bedtime material for kids, but Vanessa and her granny loved them. The legend in Duskwood is made up and is not based on facts … or is it?

Were characters based on anyone you know?

No, not directly. However, we would enjoy hanging out with them and hoped that others would enjoy their company as well.

Did you ever think you would end up casting your family, at the start of development?

We had absolutely no budget at all. So hiring professional actors was no option, but we were convinced we needed real people for Duskwood. We ended up making a list of friends and family members that we could see in each role and started calling them one by one. Luckily everyone agreed. We think they did very well!

What character do you resemble the most?

We sit in front of our PCs as much as Jake does. We enjoy good food as much as Cleo. We (try to) crack jokes like Richy. We sometimes cross a line in order to achieve our goals just like Lilly does … it depends on the situation.

Did you have any experience in film-making, directing and editing before Duskwood?

We studied media informatics, so this kind of stuff wasn’t completely new to us. However, having heard of things in theory and doing them is quite a big difference. The production quality has gone up a lot since episode 1, as we learned on our way up to episode 10.

How complex was it recording media in two languages?

Not complex at all - at least not for us. Our actors however are not used to speak English in daily life so they struggled quite a bit. We’re happy our players are a bit forgiving in this area.

Can you tell us roughly how many people were involved in helping with the development throughout the process, in addition to you three?

We usually cover the whole development process on our own. This goes from writing, programming, video- and audio editing, graphic design to support emails. We still do everything ourselves. An exception was the ending scene of episode 10 where we worked with a film crew of 8 additional people as the sets were quite complex.

What was the most challenging thing you faced during development?

This is hard to answer as there is quite frequently something that sets a new standard. Game development is quite demanding as everyone in our small team has to fulfill many roles. Needless to say, you can’t be an expert in every field, so usually one big challenge is followed by another.

What really takes it out on us are problems that occur during the release of a new episode. On release day of a new episode, it is almost guaranteed that problems arise, whether it is a bug in the game or something server-related. The fact that there is hundred thousands of people looking forward to this particular moment and are now unable to play (or worse) hits us different. These problems need to be solved asap under heavy pressure. These days always leave marks.

What is something about the game you are most proud of?

If we need to nail it down to one thing, it is the community. We’re blown away by how many people gather online and share their theories, thoughts, drawings, songs, memes, fan fiction, love letters, … you name it. We’re especially proud of how cohesive and supportive the community is.

What made you realize that Duskwood was taking off?

At first we started to see unusual increases in downloads, followed by many more emails than usual. Players started to send in suggestions and wishes, or simply messages to let us know how much they enjoyed the game. Our social media channels (like instagram) blew up and we started to receive written letters and gifts from all around the world. It is very touching for us to see how many people enjoy Duskwood, which is a huge motivation for us. Thank you!

Were you expecting such a response and the creation of big communities around the game?

No. Never. Some of you might have read the post Vanessa did a while ago on her instagram (@hen_with_pen). We were very close to giving up on our dream of making games. No one cared for what we did, let alone supported our developments by purchasing something. We couldn’t pay our bills and it was very obvious that we couldn’t afford making games any longer. Duskwood was basically our last attempt. However, Duskwood players were different. They showed their support in many ways and encouraged us to continue. None of us expected this and we’re very thankful for that - as we already said, the community is what we’re most proud of. It’s beyond our wildest dreams and we’re still not 100% convinced this isn’t just a dream.

What was it like for you and for the actors to notice that you had so many fans all around the world?

We’ve not been able to travel a lot in our lives unfortunately. And even for people who do travel a lot, there are too many places to be able to visit them all. However, most places have at least one Duskwood player, which kind of connects all of us. The world has gotten a lot smaller - in a positive way.

Did you feel under pressure when you noticed that the game was getting more popular? Were you afraid of disappointing the fans, somehow? If so, did the pressure have a positive impact in the end?

Yes, the pressure was quite extreme and hard to handle, not only psychologically but also physically. We’ve worked for two and a half year straight without major vacation. This can be quite difficult, especially when creativity plays a big role.

With each episode, we tried something new in order to keep Duskwood interesting and pushing the boundaries of the genre. If you experiment in such a way, there is always a chance to fail and disappoint. But it is a necessary risk to take if you want to surprise even the most hardened detectives ;)

Do you remember reading theories that came extremely close to your story? What was your reaction?

We love it when this happens! It is definitely more of a ‘proud moment’ than a ‘bummer moment’. It has always been important to us, for the story to be comprehensible. However, we would like to note that this can also apply to theories that are far from the truth. As a detective, you have to make hypotheses, and being wrong is part of it. Some of the wrong theories are so detailed and well thoughtout that they impress us just as much.

How do you feel now that the game is finished? Most of the community (on reddit, at least) has been in a weird grief-like state. Is it the same for you?

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how they spend valentine’s day alone. | genshin x gn!reader

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET’S SEE WHAT’S INSIDE! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

salutations. HOW THEY SPEND VALENTINE’S DAY ALONE (part one)

addressed. zhongli, tartaglia, diluc, kaeya, xiao (w/ gn!reader)

content. angst/no-comfort, hints of major character death, mentions of alcohol intoxication, ooc (?), spoilers to kaeya and diluc’s backstory, there’s nothing fluffy here at all :>>

synopsis. how they spend valentine’s day alone and come back to their heartbroken state when they’re reminded that you’re no longer here with them.

word count. 300-400+ each

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post-script. i did say i was itching to write some angst for valentine’s day 🤣🤣🤣 watch out for more angst next week w/ kazuha, scaramouche, albedo, and genshin women <<3 !

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it’s the way zhongli sits across an empty chair in the third-round knockout restaurant when he realizes that he’s no longer going to spend a day as special as valentine’s day with you. sure, it felt like everything’s the same as he goes by his day with his job and hobbies, but it feels…. lonely.

he pays no mind to how the iron-tongue tian glances at his direction with sad eyes, knowing what happened between you and him. after all, the storyteller witnessed the entire fight back then as he awkwardly continues to recite a story both you and zhongli didn’t bother listening to anymore.

he didn’t even know why this happened – everything was all a blur to him. it was supposed to be a good date for you and him to make up for lost time, only to end up arguing about something he never bothered to remember and ending up with you leaving.

it was strange to say the least. the retired archon was used to the welcoming arms of loneliness for so many years, but now it’s all new and uncomfortable, as if a part of him has disappeared.

perhaps spending so many years with you has affected him in both good and bad ways.

you’re one of the reasons why he started thinking about retiring from his duties as an archon and liyue’s protector. the times when he used to disguise himself as a human in every lantern rite and sneak off to spend time with you was one of the funnest things he had ever done for all his life.

but now, all the things he wanted to do with you for the rest of your lives are gone to ashes, all because of something he could’ve prevented.

“i would like to order the dragon-beard noodles with.. what would you like for lunch, y/–” ah right, you’re no longer here with him.

the server zhongli’s talking to cleared his throat, pretending to not hear the slipped words that came out from the consultant’s mouth. “perhaps you’d like our new dish that you might like, good sir?”

he stays silent, staring at where you used to sit for a few minutes.

he took a deep breath and replied with a soft tone, “..that would be lovely.”

it’s the way childe walks around the freezing region of dragonspine when he finally accepts the fact that you’re no longer with him anymore. the cold breeze that passes by doesn’t remind him of his beloved homeland, but reminds him of the cold gaze you gave him before walking away from his life for good.

it doesn’t feel the same without your usual complaints and random comments filling his ears, to feel victorious after battles alone, to look around the battlefield and not see you fighting – even staying in his home doesn’t feel the same without you. everything he does, you’re always there with him.

that’s why he decides to take a day-off on valentine’s day and visit dragonspine, a place where you and he frequently come to whenever you feel homesick. it may not be an ideal date on a day such as valentine’s, but he knows you’d love it if you found out his plan for the occasion: a small lake where it’s just you and him ice fishing and cook all the fishes with a nice warm campfire when you caught enough – just like the old times when you used to go ice fishing with him and his father in morepesok.

he stares down at the locket that has a picture of you and him together during your first lantern rite with a kamera that you bought from a traveling merchant. since when was the last time he ever felt so alive after you left?

childe concluded that there wasn’t. the only feeling that’s closest to being alive is when he’s with his family – who he seldom sees due to his duties as a harbinger.

he couldn’t bear to tell his dearest siblings that you’re no longer with him, causing his heartbreak to grow worse whenever tonia mentions your name in her letters, telling him that he should bring you back to snezhnaya so they can see you again.

but how can he ever tell them that you’re gone? how can he have the courage to tell them that he let the best thing that ever happened to him slip from his fingers, knowing that the smiles plastered on their faces will soon fade away?

suddenly, his thoughts are caught off when he notices a frostarm lawachurl waking up from its nap nearby, instantly noticing the harbinger’s presence.

childe takes a deep breath before summoning his double blades, eyes narrowed at the lawachurl, who readies itself for its last battle.

it’s the way diluc wakes up to an empty spot of his once-shared bed when he knew that this is his life from now on, alone without you in his arms. it felt like it was an instinct of his to reach out to where you are on the bed, to make sure that you’re still here with him sleeping soundly. but you weren’t there. you’re no longer here with him because of how he never realized what he has until it’s gone in his reach.

for a day as important as this, he had never felt so lonely.

he’s familiar with loneliness and grievance, but he had never thought it’d come back this soon. he should’ve paid attention to you more, he should’ve consider your feelings and not neglected you, he should’ve take more breaks and–

it doesn’t matter anymore. you’re gone.

there’ll no longer be a day when he gets to wake up and see you preparing breakfast by the kitchen despite the staff’s protests and panics, a day when dawn winery used to be lively and loud that’s filled with laughter and love, a day where there’s someone who’s waiting for him to come home from his patrols–

and a day that has you.

diluc’s aware of the words that the maids would whisper to each other, about how it’s weird and a pity that you’re no longer in the mansion, but he decides to pay no mind to it. he couldn’t blame them for missing you and feel like the place is missing.

no matter how much furniture and people reside in dawn winery, it still feels empty to the master. all there is in the place is loneliness and silence.

he finds himself staring at items that are on display in certain shops that he passes by when walking around the city towards his tavern. how would you react if he gives you those things as a valentine’s day gift if you were still together? he wonders, before looking away and continues his stroll.

for the first time, kaeya actually learned not to bother him on the same night, knowing how much valentine’s day meant a lot to diluc. it feels like celestia pitied his life, because there were no traces of the abyss on the same night as well. perhaps.. this is a sign that he should get back home early.

so he did. he slowly walked towards his home with a heavy heart, his thoughts flooded with you. he’s been through like this before, so why can’t he do the same with you? if only he could bring retribution to those who had wronged you – but there was no one he could fight against. not when it’s something like the illness that you had.

“happy… anniversary, y/n.”

it’s the way kaeya looks to his right to see no one sitting beside him in angel’s share when the permanent smile that’s been on his face for so long broke down into a smaller one.

it’s no lie to both citizens and the knights alike that you and kaeya were known as the inseparable partners-of-crime. one would often find you two always together either by the tavern, the streets, or outside doing missions together. so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when it was revealed that the both of you were dating.

which is why it didn’t make him feel better when almost every single person he encounters would give him a sad look in their eyes, reminding him of how you’re no longer here with him as both his lover and best friend, how he always looks at his right side to see no one at all, how he had almost mentioned your name for so many times, or how there was no one for him to banter and tease with.

why did you have to leave him here? you can’t just make yourself become one of the most important people he cares and trusts and just leave him like that.

he feels jealousy towards those who are celebrating valentine’s day with their loved ones while he doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with anymore. despite putting up a facade that he’s alright without you, rosaria, venti, and diluc knew all too well that he isn’t. not when his facade immediately drops when he drank too much wine, lying down on the counter face-down as his arms protectively hides his sorry face, ranting about how you shouldn’t have never left him alone to suffer.

perhaps this was his punishment for being a traitor to mondstadt and to diluc, who’s silent throughout the whole night during his stay in the tavern.

rosaria slowly rubs the calvary captain’s back as an attempt in comforting him, her other hand holds her drink that she didn’t bother finishing fast due to the pity she felt towards him. she may not have experienced what it’s like to have a lover, but she knew you and respected you in ways she never gave to anyone else.

when will valentine’s day be over for this poor guy? she thought to herself, ignoring the way some people clinked their drinks together and cheered out “HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!” to each other nearby.

by the end of the night, kaeya stands in front of his mirror with a dull look, his eyepatch no longer on his face.

he takes a deep breath and accepts the last company in his life; loneliness.

“happy valentine’s day, y/n.”

it’s the way he doesn’t hear the sounds of your footsteps towards the balcony of the wangshu inn when xiao knew that he’ll never get to spend valentine’s day with you nor hear you calling his name ever again. in all of his years, it could never compare to the one year where you’re by his side as his first and last lover.

he often looks down at the top balcony of the wangshu inn whenever he hears footsteps coming, his heart beating fast in anticipation and hope. it immediately died when it was just another curious customer wanting to enjoy the beautiful view that you once loved.

he should’ve listened to his thoughts when you walked away, not knowing that it was the last time he would ever see you again.

you promised that you would come back and spend valentine’s day with him so he could experience such a romantic day for the first time – so why? why did you have to go away so soon when you promised something that’ll never happen?

the yaksha tried his best to be unbothered by the special day, ignoring couples strolling around the inn and other environments as he pushed his heartbroken state aside, busying himself by hunting corrupted monsters and killing them.

no matter how much he fought and how busy he became, the feeling of missing you was still there like a gum. he found himself standing in front of pervases’s temple, thinking of the times when you helped wang ping’an in rebuilding the broken temple despite not liking the man for what he did as starsnatcher back then.

he also found himself staring at his almond tofu that smiley yanxiao made just for him. your words about how eating with others makes food all the more tastier must be true, because the dessert doesn’t taste the same as it was when you were sitting beside him eating your favorite meal as well.

by the time he retreats to the highest floor of the inn, he could only stare at the view of the night sky with a longing look on his face. if you were still with him, what would you say about the stars that shine above? would you have taken him somewhere higher and star-gaze together for valentine’s?

he doesn’t know how to celebrate valentine’s day alone. and he doesn’t think he will ever know.

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