#Posts will be... queued for the next few days. So if something seems out of order thats why /lh

[ask-valiant-victory]

(@ask-sarah-and-co) sarah @ ??? (feel free to use her pokemon form!)

“Ooh, a puzzle!” She leans over the zoroark, “You must be good at puzzles, this one looks pretty hard.” She glances at the other boxes, “Do you like doing them as a… uh, hobby?”

Valiant stared blankly at Sarah for a long and uncomfortable amount of time, he looked... like he was trying to process what she just asked. It took an even longer amount of time for him to finally happily chirp back up with a reply.

"Perhaps you can inform me of the definition of a 'HOBBY'? But if you are attempting to ask the reason for me doing these puzzles that is quite simple!"

He quickly turned back to his puzzle and promptly began sorting through the pieces, "Arceus doesn't like when I stand around and stare, they informed me that it was very 'creepy' that I stared off for hours. So now I do puzzles." "I have tried many other activities however, I find I often struggle with other tasks. I do not know why, perhaps there is something wrong with me. I find puzzles straightforward and predictable. They don't cause me to hesitate, to stare, maybe one would call it 'frustration' but I cannot feel that. So I would not know." If he could sigh... or possibly feel discontent he would have likely done so, but he only sorted through the pieces with a blank expression on his face. "Sometimes I like to think about what it would be like to be a normal mortal. Maybe then if I was, I could do those things."

"If there's one task I wish I was able to do, perhaps it would be..." He made an odd gesture. "The stick that creates the words and pictures. It seems very fun."

[gliphyartfan]

@yanderelinkeduniverse @stars-for-thought @imprisioned-in-the-hole @screaming-until-god-hears-me @crestfallenmermaidan @ice-cream-writes-stuff @linked-heroes @eternadreeblissa

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…Hi :D

(As always, thank you Yandy for the advice. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹)

Okie Dokie! Time to grow this bread into a sandwich!

(HAHAHA! I queued this so i could catch a certain friend off guard with a randomly timed post~ You know who you are missy~! Also imma be sleeping in, i wuv you? 🥹)

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It began as nothing more than idle curiosity.

Whispers of a wanderer, who seemed to appear wherever monsters were slain.

Tales passed from traveler to traveler, trickling into villages like a strange current. At first, the stories were nothing more than entertainment—a young soul battling hordes of beasts sounded like the stuff of fairy tales, and the people, insulated in their small hamlets, hardly gave it a second thought.

“They’ve been seen by the dead forests near the mountains,” a young woman said one day, her voice a little too loud, a little too eager. “They say the bodies of monsters are strewn across the path they walks.”

Another woman chimed in, her voice hushed but with the kind of excitement that comes from having something new to share. “I’ve heard the same. A merchant passed through not long ago and claimed he saw the aftermath—bodies mangled, monsters torn apart, and not a soul in sight but one person who merely walked away.”

An old man sitting nearby scoffed, whittling a piece of wood as he listened to their chatter. “And the merchant just happened to be wandering through such dangerous lands, did he? More likely, he’s spinning stories to lighten your pockets.”

The first woman bristled. “It was near one of the main roads to Castle Town! You know as well as anyone how bad it’s gotten out there, what with all the rising monster attacks!”

The old man spat onto the ground. “So we’re meant to believe a single person has been wandering the wilderness, killing monsters for no reason? at all? Appeared out of nowhere, slaying hundreds, then vanishing to appear somewhere else? What next? Will the gods themselves descending to pat them on the back?”

A few of the villagers glanced toward the argument, but quickly averted their eyes, pretending not to listen. They didn’t want to get involved. Not in this. The rumors had been growing more persistent lately, and with them, something darker—an unease, like a shadow creeping closer.

Despite the arguments to the contrary, the stories refused to fade. In fact, they spread—spreading like wildfire from one village to the next, whispered by travelers passing through, by farmers returning from the markets.

At first, it was always the same—a wanderer with a sword, fighting monsters. But over time, the stories shifted slightly. The monsters were no longer the only ones falling to the mysterious wanderer’s blade.

The rumors became darker.

Now, there were whispers of men slain, bandits cut down as mercilessly as the beasts. Some even claimed it wasn’t simply bandits, but ordinary travelers who had crossed their path. And the wanderer—always just one person, faceless, nameless—never stepped foot in the villages. They never appeared in the markets or by the wells. No one had ever actually seen them properly, or at least, no one wanted to admit they had.

“Such a person’s never come through here,” the villagers would say when a traveler asked. “Not once.”

And yet… as the stories persisted, as the fear crept into their voices, some began to contradict themselves. “I’ve seen them,” one of their own might exclaim in a moment of nervous excitement. “It was at the edge of the village, just for a second. They passed by the old road near the woods.”

But no one wanted to admit the dread that twisted in their stomachs. No one wanted to acknowledge the silent fear that settled in their bones whenever they heard of this wanderer. So they waved it off, forcing laughter, pretending the tale of the slayer didn’t chill them to the core.

“Bah, you saw nothing,” the old man would scoff again, though this time, his hands shook as he whittled. “It’s just travelers talking. You lot are too easily swayed by gossip.”

But even he couldn’t explain why the stories never seemed to stop. Why, even in the most remote corners of the land, the whispers were the same. Villages miles apart, separated by rivers and mountains, somehow all spoke of the same person.

A wanderer no one had ever truly seen upclose.

But one they all slowly grew to fear.

And they feared most of all that one day, he would come to their homes. They feared what would happen if that person came too close—if the stories, after all this time, were not just stories…

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…Their stomach growled, sharp and insistent, echoing louder than the wind that howled through the mountains. They gone too long without food, too long without proper rest.

For days, weeks, perhaps, They had survived on scraps found in the wild, gnawing on whatever edible plants they could find, but it wasn’t enough. (There was never enough in these poisoned lands.) Not anymore.

Their supplies had run dry days ago. The bag slung across their back was light, too light for any sensible traveler. Their lips were dry, their limbs heavy, but they kept walking. Always walking. Always wandering towards their next location,

The nearby village was close now, maybe half a day away.

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…they didn’t want to go there.

Didn’t want to face people, to hear the loudness, the gossip, the looks.

They never did, not anymore. It was easier staying in the wilderness, always on the move. But hunger gnawed at them, dragging them toward the edges of civilization.

The monsters had been thinning out in this area, their numbers dwindling after they swept through the mountains. The monsters would inevitably return. They always did.

They didn’t care about any of that, their mind was set on one thing: food.

(Oh… to be back in the bountiful fields and forests of other times. To gaze into the sea of green and know plentiful food and fresh clean water was bountiful and untainted.)

Their steps quickened as they neared the village. They hated this part, being around people. So they would get what they needed and leave. That was all.

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“Today, a wanderer is walking towards town from the north side! Guardsman says it’s a single person in a cloak, carrying a sword on their back.”

The words spread through the village like wildfire. The people had heard that the guard had seen him from a distance, a lone figure making their way toward them from the mountains. Conversations hushed, children were pulled back into their homes.

A few curious villagers lingered by the entrance, pretending to go about their day but keeping a close eye on the road. When the person arrived, they noticed their clothes were heavily travel-worn and stained with dark splotches, their face obscured by a cloak, but the sword strapped to their back gleamed in the sunlight.

No one wanted to be the first to approach.

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They walked with purpose, ignoring the stares, the muttered suspicions. They made their way to the village’s small market, looking for food, something to ease the gnawing hunger in their gut.

Their footsteps were heavy, each one dragging them closer to their destination. The familiar pull of hunger clawed at their insides, twisting their stomach in knots.

As much as they wanted to avoid people, to slip by unnoticed, the ache in their belly wouldn’t let them.

The village was small, unremarkable, the kind they preferred.

They had kept their head down as they entered, walking toward the market stalls that lined the dusty road. No one spoke to the visitor as they passed, but no doubt the visitor could feel the eyes on their back, the whispers barely contained as the visitor passed.

“Do you think that’s the one who killed those travelers near the mountains?”

“I can’t tell…aren’t they a bit too young looking?.”

“I can certainly tell you that sword doesn’t look like it’s simply for show. It’s stained red at the handle.”

The visitor stopped in front of a stall selling bread and dried meats. The man behind the counter was older, his skin weathered from years in the sun.

He barely looked up at first, busy wrapping a loaf of bread for another customer. When he did, he seemed unimpressed by the cloaked figure standing before him, just another traveler passing through.

But then they reached up, pulling back their hood.

The old man froze, his hands stilling over the goods on his counter. The boy’s face was young—far too young (as young as his own grandchild…) to be traveling alone with a mere sword on his back.

For a moment, the man blinked, unsure if he was seeing things correctly. He opened his mouth to speak, to ask where the boy’s parents were, but the words never came out.

It wasn’t the youth that gave him pause. It was the look in the boy’s eyes.

Dark, heavy, burdened by something much older than his years. The kind of look you only saw in soldiers or those who had lived through nightmares. A look that shouldn’t belong to someone so young.

The old man swallowed hard, choosing his next words carefully. “What… what can I get for you?”

The boy’s eyes flickered to the food laid out on the stall. “Bread,” he said, his voice quiet, soft, but firm. “And dried meat, if you have any.”

The old man nodded slowly, still taken aback. Such a young boy.

He slowly reached for a loaf and a strip of dried meat, wrapping them in cloth before handing them over.

The boy reached into his pocket, pulling out a few rupees and placing them on the counter.

His hand was steady, but the old man noticed how thin his fingers were, how the veins stood out beneath his pale skin.

“Are… you’re traveling alone?” the old man asked, unable to help himself.

The boy looked up, his gaze meeting the old man’s for the briefest moment before dropping back to the food in his hands. “Yes.”

The old man hesitated, wanting to ask more, but something stopped him.

That look—he couldn’t shake it. He didn’t know what the boy had seen, what he had been through, but it was clear enough that the boy didn’t want to talk about it. Not to a complete stranger. So he let it go.

“Well,” the old man said, clearing his throat, “safe travels, then.”

The boy gave a nod, pulling his hood back up before turning and walking away, the whispers behind him growing louder as he moved through the market.

As he continued down the road, passing more stalls, a man suddenly stepped forward, blocking his path. He was broad shouldered and rough around the edges, from his state of dress, he was a guard in this village.

His expression hardened with suspicion. The villagers nearby quieted, turning their attention to the scene unfolding before them.

“You there,” the man called out, his voice gruff. His eyes narrowed, scanning the cloaked figure up and down. “You the wanderer everyone’s been talking about? The one slaying beasts… and men around these parts?”

The boy didn’t stop right away, his pace slowing only as he came to a halt just a few feet from the man. His face was half-shadowed beneath the hood he’d just pulled back up, and the weight of his gaze was unreadable as it fell on the man blocking his path.

He tilted his head slightly, as though considering the question. His voice, when he spoke, was soft. Unconcerned. “Am I who you’re looking for?”

The man’s scowl deepened. “Don’t play coy, boy. People talk of a wanderer who has been leaving bodies behind wherever he walks.”

The young boy blinked, slowly, his expression unreadable beneath the quiet calm that seemed to settle around him like a heavy fog.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t bristle at the accusation. He merely stared at the man for a moment, his voice soft when he spoke again. “And if I am?”

A murmur rippled through the crowd that had begun to gather, villagers shifting uncomfortably as they watched the exchange. The man before him, however, remained rigid.

“Then I’ve heard well about you. The rumors going around that you’ve killed not just monsters, but people. Merchants and travelers. Is that true?”

The boy stopped, his gaze lifting slowly from beneath his hood to meet the man’s eyes. He didn’t answer right away, but the air around him seemed to thicken, the tension palpable. More villagers gathered around, drawn in by the confrontation.

“You…knew someone I killed, then?” the boy asked, his voice quiet but steady.

The man took a step forward, jabbing a finger in Hyrule’s direction. “They say you killed a merchant not far from here.”

Hyrule blinked slowly, his face impassive as he absorbed the man’s words. He didn’t flinch at the accusation, nor did he show any sign of fear or guilt. His voice, when he spoke, was soft and steady. “Was he…someone worth recalling?”

The man’s nostrils flared. “Don’t play dumb with me!” he snapped. “He was a good man. A friend of mine, and I want answers, boy.”

“I killed many.” The boy replied, no change to his soft tone, “So perhaps I am who you seek.”

“So you admit you killed him!” The man exclaimed, “Why? What reason could you possibly have to murder an innocent man?”

“I have no reason to kill an innocent man.” He answered.

The boy remained quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting past the man, as if lost in thought. Then, with the same quiet calm, he spoke again. “He wasn’t innocent.”

The man took a moment to register what he said, eyes widening in shock. “…What?” His face turned red with anger.

“What do you mean he wasn’t innocent?!? He has done so much and I’ve known him for years-“

“He raped a woman.”

That once sentence silenced the entire area.

Many paling, several covering their mouths in horror.

The man’s red face immediately turning white as he registered what was said.

“He dared commit such an atrocity against a woman. Took from her what wasn’t his to take. I killed him for it.”

The boy’s eyes slowly returned to the man’s, his voice still soft, still unwavering.

“Would you still call him innocent now?”

The crowd gasped, whispers rippling through the gathered villagers. The man’s face twisted in disbelief, shaking his head violently. “No… no, you’re lying!” he shouted, his voice rising. “He wouldn’t do something like that! He was a good man!”

The boy’s gaze didn’t waver, the weight of his words settling in the air with finality. “He was a rapist,” he said quietly, everyone who heard him flinching from the declaration. “And I killed him for it.”

The man took a stumbling step back, his face contorted with rage and denial. “You… you can’t just say that! You don’t get to decide who lives and dies, you are a BOY! He was my friend!”

The boy’s expression remained calm, his voice never rising. “I didn’t make the decision. He did. When he forced himself on her. I simply responded as I should.”

For a moment, the man looked as though he might lash out, his fists trembling at his sides. But before he could do anything, a woman’s voice cut through the tense silence.

“Is it true?” Both boy and man looked at her.

“Did that friend of his truly… deflower a lass against her will?” She asked again.

“He did.” He answered, more whispers erupting from the crowd.

“If it’s true,” the woman said, stepping forward from the crowd, “then…then he deserved it!”

“WHAT?!?”

The man turned to her, his face a mask of disbelief. “You… you’re defending this? Defending him?”

“Aren’t you defending a vile man?” The woman said, crossing her arms, her eyes hard as she stared back at him as he stuttered to come up with a response. “If that friend of yours truly defiled a woman like this boy says, then he got what was coming to him.”

More murmurs spread through the crowd, this time in agreement. Some of the women nodded, their expressions grim but resolute. The man looked around, his face twisting as he searched for support, but found none.

“This… this can’t be happening,” he muttered, his voice breaking slightly. “He wouldn’t..we…we was friends…since we was kids…”

Many in the crowd looked at the man in sympathy. Such news was never handled well. Especially when it involved someone you were close to.

The young boy stood there, silent, watching the man’s reaction with the same calm detachment. The man’s shoulders sagged in defeat, but he wasn’t ready to give up. “It…doesn’t matter. You still killed him. We’ll have to report this.”

Before he could take step forward, the boy spoke up, “No. You won’t.”

The man froze, turning back to face the boy, disbelief flickering in his eyes. “What?”

The boy didn’t move, his gaze still fixed on the man. “You won’t report this.”

There was no malice in his voice, no threat. Just a calm, quiet certainty that sent a ripple of unease through the gathered crowd.

The villagers shifted uncomfortably, murmurs of confusion spreading like wildfire, but no one dared to step forward.

The man’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.

The boy’s calm, unhurried tone seemed to strip the anger from him, leaving only the shock and disbelief that he was grappling with. He shook his head, almost as if trying to shake off the weight of the boy’s words. “I— H..How dare you..I have to report this!”

“No,” the boy repeated, his soft-spoken voice steady, unnervingly gentle. “You don’t. You now know what he did, and can now shun him for it. Just as everyone else already has.”

The man faltered, his hands trembling as they hung limply at his sides. His face was flushed, beads of sweat trickling down his temple, but he said nothing. He could find no words to respond, not as the weight of what had been revealed pressed down on him.

The boy’s eyes, still shadowed beneath his hood, locked onto the man’s.

There was no smile on his face, yet there was something unsettling about the way he looked at the man, something that didn’t belong on a face so young. It was a look that was far too old, far too experienced, for the boy it was attached to.

“Leave this matter behind,” the boy said quietly, his voice carrying an eerie finality. “He made his choice. Now you must make yours.”

The man’s breath caught in his throat. He glanced around at the villagers, but once more found no help in their faces. Some nodded slowly, others looked away. It was clear to them now—whether they liked it or not, the truth had been spoken. The boy, this…wanderer…wasn’t lying, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. And the man, deep down, knew it too.

Perhaps that was why he couldn’t accept it.

For a long, agonizing moment, the man stood there, caught between denial and the heavy reality settling over him. Then, slowly, with a pained expression, he backed away.

“He was… my friend,” the man muttered again, but his voice was weak, trembling. He turned away, shoulders sagging as he disappeared into the crowd.

The boy watched him go, his eyes following the hunched figure as it faded from view. For a moment, there was silence.

Then, almost to himself, the boy spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, yet clear enough for those closest to hear.

“…A different choice this time.”

He tilted his head slightly, as though considering something unseen, his gaze distant. His expression remained calm, though a flicker of something passed through his eyes.

The villagers, still unnerved by the exchange, glanced at one another, puzzled by his words but too hesitant to ask.

The boy smiled once more, soft, faint and fleeting, as he turned away from the villagers. He said nothing more, leaving them to wonder what he meant as he continued down the path, walking back into the now silent marketplace as if the confrontation had never happened at all.

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“She must be beautiful,” whispered a small voice.

“Is she kind?” asked another, their soft, lilting tone drifting through the air like a breeze.

“Warm, too?” A third chimed in, fluttering closer to where the boy sat.

Hyrule, seated in the shallow waters of the fairy fountain, barely stirred at their questions. His thin form leaned back against a moss-covered stone, his cloak discarded beside him, revealing how frail and slight he truly had become.

The waters gently lapped against him, cool and clear, while tiny glowing fairies circled above, their curiosity as constant as their light.

“She is,” he murmured, his voice low and calm, answering their questions with a softness that matched the quiet of the fountain.

In his hand, a cloth moved slowly over the blade of his sword, wiping away the dried blood that clung to the steel. The crimson stains mixed with the water, turning it a faint pink before dispersing into nothing.

“And her eyes?” one of the fairies asked, fluttering down to rest near his shoulder, their wings glittering in the soft light of the fountain. “Are they as kind as yours?”

Hyrule’s lips quirked ever so slightly, a faint smile ghosting over his features. “They are… far more kinder.”

The fairies giggled softly at his response, their voices like tinkling bells as they flitted around him, never straying too far from the boy.

But beneath the peaceful scene, there was an unspoken heaviness that lingered in the air—something that clung to him like the blood on his sword, even as he cleaned it away.

“She must be someone very amazing,” one of the fairies whispered, hovering in front of him, their eyes wide and curious. “For you to feel so happy at the thought of her.”

“She is,” he said again, quieter this time. His eyes remained focused on his blade, his movements slow and methodical, as if the task of cleaning the blood from it was all that mattered in the moment.

The fairies, sensing the weight of his thoughts, quieted for a time, simply fluttering around him as he worked. The fountain’s waters shimmered with their light, casting soft reflections on his face, but nothing could soften the sharpness in his eyes.

A sharpness that didn’t belong on someone so young.

Eventually, one of the fairies drifted closer, their tiny voice softer now, hesitant. “Do you ever… rest?”

Hyrule paused, his hand stilling as the last of the blood was wiped clean from his blade. He set the sword down beside him, resting it against the stone, the cloth now stained with the evidence of his earlier fight.

“I do,” he replied softly, leaning his head back to stare up at the sky above, visible through the break in the canopy. “When I can.”

The fairies fluttered around him again, their delicate wings catching the light as they moved. They didn’t press him further, sensing that, for now, the questions down that path had reached their end.

And as Hyrule sat in the waters of the fairy fountain, his eyes distant and his form thin and tired, the quiet companionship of the fairies was all that filled the stillness around him.

One of the fairies flitted closer, their glow bright as they hovered near his face. "Tell us more about her," they asked softly, their voice full of innocent curiosity. "What is she like?"

Hyrule’s eyes softened, the hand resting on his sword going still as he leaned his head back against the stone. His voice, when he spoke, was quiet, reverent, almost worshipful.

“She’s… so incredible,” he began, his tone gentle, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the memory. “Kinder than anyone I’ve ever known. She doesn’t judge, no matter who she meets, or what they’ve been through. There’s this warmth about her—like she carries a light inside, something that draws people in without her even trying.”

The fairies hovered close, their wings slowing as they listened intently, captivated by the way his voice softened when he spoke of her.

“She has this way of smiling,” he continued, eyes drifting closed as he recalled the image of her in his mind. “It’s not just her lips that smile, but her eyes, too. It’s like... she can see through all the darkness and still find something good. She makes you believe in things—hope, love, a future.”

His voice wavered slightly, though his expression remained calm. “She’s very brave, too. So much stronger than she thinks. No matter how hard things get, she never gives up. She keeps going, keeps fighting, even…even when the world feels like it’s falling apart around she…she…”

Hyrule’s lips curved into a soft smile, his eyes still closed as he let himself remember her—the sound of her laughter, the way her presence alone could make the harshest days feel bearable.

For a moment, it felt like she was there, right beside him.

That the tragedies that had happened ceased to exist.

But when he finally opened his eyes, that smile faltered. The fairies were still there, their soft glow reflecting in the water, but she was not.

The sadness crept into his gaze, and his smile turned hollow as the weight of reality settled in. She wasn’t there. Not in this moment. Not in this place.

“She’s not here,” he murmured, more to himself than to the fairies. His voice was still soft, still gentle, but there was a deep ache hidden beneath those words.

“Oh to be young and in love…”

The Great Fairy glided toward Hyrule, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she observed him resting in the water. Her gaze lingered on his face, soft yet intense as he cleaned his blade, the blood from battle slowly fading away. Her voice, as gentle as a breeze, curled around him like a caress.

“It’s rare, little halfling,” she said, her smile warm, “to see someone so completely in love. Your heart sings for her in a way that most mortals can only dream of.”

Hyrule looked up, his expression calm and peaceful. He paused in his movements, letting the cloth hang loosely in his hand as he met her gaze. “She’s… everything,” he whispered, his tone reverent. “More than anyone could ever be. She’s kind, strong, beautiful. There’s nothing she lacks because even what she considers an flaw is perfect to me.”

The Great Fairy hummed, circling him slowly, her fairies fluttering around him with excitement, their tiny lights dancing in celebration of his devotion. “She sounds like the perfect mate,” the Great Fairy mused, her voice dipping into a playful tone. “Someone worthy of such fierce love and loyalty.”

Hyrule’s smile softened, “She is. And I’ll make sure she knows it every day.” His eyes brightening, I never want to give her a reason to hate me. When we reunite, she’ll be so loved, so cared for, that the thought of leaving won’t even cross her mind.”

The Great Fairy tilted her head, observing him with interest, but not an ounce of concern. Where humans would have been unnerved by his intensity, to the fae, such passion was only natural. The fairies swirled around him in delight, their wings buzzing as they echoed the Great Fairy’s sentiments. “A perfect mate,” they sang in unison, giggling in the air.

They swirled around him, their excitement clear. “Introduce her to us!” one of them chimed, their tiny voices buzzing around him. “We want to meet her!”

Another chimed in, “She must be so lovely! So kind!”

Hyrule’s expression softened, his gaze turning inward as he thought of (y/n). “She is... more than lovely. She’s warm, gentle. She’s strong, even when she doesn’t realize it. When she smiles... it’s like the sun after a storm.”

His voice grew quieter, reverent, as though speaking of her was akin to prayer. The fairies fluttered in close, their excitement building as he continued.

“She doesn’t know how special she is,” he added softly, closing his eyes as if savoring the image of her in his mind. “But I do. I’ll never let her feel unwanted or alone. I’ll always be there, making sure she’s safe. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her by my side.”

The Great Fairy leaned in closer, her tone teasing but gentle. “Such devotion… it’s admirable, little halfling. Perhaps you’ll truly bring her here one day, so we can meet this girl who has captured your heart so completely?”

Hyrule’s smile grew as he closed his eyes, as though he could see (y/n) standing before him in that very moment. “Of course I will,” he said softly, opening his eyes again, though the faint sadness lingered when she wasn’t truly there. “You’ll love her, I know you will. She deserves to meet you, and you deserve to meet someone so… perfect.”

The Great Fairy’s eyes sparkled with amusement, her voice coy. “And what of your sword brothers? From what you’ve spoke, their desires are the same as yours. They, too, wish to claim her heart, don’t they?”

Hyrule’s peaceful expression didn’t falter, “They do. And I understand that. I’m willing to share a place in her heart, as long as they’ve learned their lesson. We all want the same thing, after all—her happiness.”

The Great Fairy chuckled, a sound like chiming bells, full of mischief and curiosity. “But, little one, what would you do if they haven’t learned? If they were to stand in your way?”

Hyrule’s eyes gleamed, his smile gentle but his words weren’t, “If they haven’t learned… I’ll slaughter them. Every single one. And I’ll protect her on my own.” He said so easily, so casually, like talking about the weather.

The Great Fairy threw her head back and laughed, her voice exuberant and full of joy. Her fairies mirrored her glee, spinning and fluttering in the air in a celebratory dance, their wings glowing brighter as they reveled in the intensity of their great mother’s happiness. To them, Hyrule’s devotion was nothing but pure, powerful, and natural.

“Ah, such love!” the Great Fairy exclaimed, her eyes alight with delight. “It’s been far too long since I’ve seen a love like yours, little halfling. A love that burns with such beautiful, sublime passion.”

The fairies circled around him, their voices giggling and singing as they celebrated his devotion, as though his words were a promise of something sacred. And to the fae, it was.

“Introduce her to us!” they begged, their voices filled with excitement.

Hyrule chuckled softly, his expression serene as he nodded. “I will, little sisters. It’s only natural to introduce someone as incredible as her to my family. One day. You’ll see just like I did…she’s perfect.”

The Great Fairy reached out, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek in a gesture of affection. “We look forward to it, little one. We’ll be waiting eagerly to celebrate your eventual union with such an amazing soul!”

And with that, the fairies continued their joyful flight around him, giggling and cheering louder at the future where they would meet her, while Hyrule sat by the fountain waters at peace, sword forgotten beside him, lost in thoughts of her, his smile soft, though touched by a quiet darkness.

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Hyrule leaned against a tree by the edge of the forest, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

Rain poured down, soaking his clothes and matting his hair to his forehead, droplets of water streaming down his face. His sword hung loosely from his hand, the blade gleaming dully in the gray light, dripping with rain and something darker.

The river rushed nearby, its waters swollen from the storm, roaring in the quiet of the evening.

He glanced down at his soaked clothes, water pooling around his boots, but he paid little attention to the discomfort.

The rain masked everything—his exhaustion, the faint ache in his limbs, even the weight of his thoughts. But it couldn’t wash away the simmering feelings just beneath the surface.

The sound of the rushing river mixed with the steady downpour, the constant hum of the forest alive around him despite the storm.

He tilted his head back, feeling the rain on his face, his eyes half-lidded in thought.

Everything had felt strange since he had woken up in the past, as though he was constantly walking through a dream he could never quite escape.

“I miss them,” he murmured, his voice carrying only as far as the tree he leaned against. “My brothers…the only ones who I felt safe with…for so long... And yet…” His lips curved upward, a smile too soft for the words that followed. “Sometimes, I dream of stealing her away…to punish them… for their failure to keep her safe.”

He laughed lightly, as if the thought were as harmless as the falling rain, warm despite the darkness that laced his words.

“It’s strange,” he murmured into the storm, his voice barely louder than the patter of rain on leaves. “How everything’s felt… off.” His words were soft, but they carried an unsettling warmth, as if these thoughts were nothing out of the ordinary.

Hyrule tilted his head back, eyes closing briefly as he let the rain run over his face.

His eyes fluttered open, and there was a softness in his gaze, a calmness that made the words all the more disturbing. “But… I understand now. It’s over. What happened in that time is done, and I can’t change it. All I can do is make up for my failures and create newer memories...”

He pushed himself off the tree and took a few steps toward the riverbank, the rain still pouring down. “And when we’re all together again, it’ll be perfect. We’ll savor our reunion with her.”

There was a pause, as if he was savoring the thought, before he continued, almost as if speaking to the river itself. “But first, I need to clear this land of threats as best as i can. Gather enough wealth…Build a place that’s safe for her. I have to be ready. We all do.”

The rain fell freely from the darkened skies above, the evening air thick with moisture.

His voice, soft and wistful, carried through the trees, but it wasn’t clear who he was speaking to.

“Yet I can’t help but acknowledge how much it’s been quite the experience…walking a similar yet different path..”

Hyrule's voice echoed softly through the night, his tone distant, almost thoughtful.

“Ever since I woke up in the past, everything has felt... off. Like the world’s just a little tilted. Nothing feels right, but I suppose it’s what happens when you’re given another chance.”

He sighed softly, his words warm despite the unsettling nature of his thoughts.

“And still as much as i want to reunite with them, i still wish to hurt them too..”

He shifted his weight slightly, eyes distant as he spoke to the figure before him, “To wrap my hands around the handle go my blade and cut them down as they cry out in pain….To make them pay for failing to protect her, for letting her be taken from us. But, it’s not hate, not really.”

His voice carried a calm warmth that made the words unsettling. He spoke as if discussing a pleasant memory, not something so dark and twisted. “It’s strange, isn’t it? Wanting to hurt them but still loving them. I could never hate them forever. It simply wasn’t entirely their fault, after all.”

Hyrule let out a small sigh, almost wistful. “But I did truly hate them for a while. I hated them for not being strong enough, for not being fast enough... for not being better and keeping her safe.” He chuckled softly, as if the thought amused him. “But now, that time has passed and reversed, erased except the memories I hold… It’s not just their fault we failed. It’s mine as well. And I’ll make up for it.”

He hummed.

“But that’s natural, isn’t it? Wanting to punish them… To punish myself, for failing her.” He chuckled lightly, almost as if he were reminiscing about fond memories. “I hated them for a while. For a long while, actually. But it’s all over now. I know that. I understand that, and I have to atone for my own failures.”

He tilted his head slightly, staring off into the dark, rain-slicked forest as if imagining something far away. “When we find her again, everything will be different. We’ll savor every moment of our reunion, all of us together again. She’ll be safe with us. And it’ll be... perfect.”

Hyrule’s expression darkened, though the gentle smile on his face remained. “But before that, I have to finish things here. I need to clear out every threat in this place, amass enough wealth to give her a safe life, to build something beautiful amidst all this cursed and poisoned land. A place where she can live peacefully. A place where my sword brothers and I can keep her safe.”

He sighed, finally lowering his gaze to the figure at his feet. The rain had formed a pool around the man, blood mixing with the water, his body slumped against the roots of an old tree. His eyes, wide and filled with terror, locked onto Hyrule’s as he listened helplessly.

“I need to make sure that I’m ready for her. Ready for all of us to reunite…”

Hyrule crouched down, his eyes soft, almost regretful as he looked at the man. “Funny, isn’t it? You walked away from me in the market that day, made a different choice than last time. But it seems some things are inevitable… this little scene between us is happening sooner rather than later.”

He shook his head, amused. “Seems some things never change,” Hyrule said softly, almost regretfully. “You made a different choice again. Last time, you tried to burn me alive. Now, you pushed me toward rushing water. It’s a shame… I thought I might have more time before this.”

The man’s eyes flickered, desperate, but no words came. Hyrule’s smile was gentle as he crouched down beside him, the rain dripping from his hair. “I mean… to use you as another way to bond with my sword brothers…but I suppose we can’t always get what we want.”

He reached out, touching the man’s wet cheek in a gesture that seemed almost compassionate. “I can only hope we can bond over another tainted soul.” Hyrule sighed sadly, his voice soft with genuine regret.

“I really was hoping to do this again with the others. It was such a lovely bonding experience that time...”

The man tried to respond, but all that came out was a garbled, pathetic sound—his severed tongue preventing any real words. Hyrule gave him a pitying look, then slowly unsheathed his sword.

With one swift, clean motion, he cut off the man’s head, watching for several moments as his eyes fluttered, his face twitching until there was no movement left.

Hyrule waited for a long moment, staring into the lifeless eyes of the man, almost as if searching for something.

When there was nothing left to see, Hyrule stood up, sheathing his blade once more.

As Hyrule turned to leave, his gaze fell on a crown of flowers lying discarded in the mud, half-crushed by the struggle. The delicate petals were wilted, the once vibrant colors dulled by the rain and dirt.

He had been working on it when the man from the market snuck up on him.

He knelt beside it, picking up the ruined crown with gentle fingers, his eyes softening as a memory stirred.

He could almost see her, in that memory sitting in front of him, laughing as she showed him how to weave the flowers together, her hands guiding his clumsy attempts with infinite patience.

The warmth in her eyes, the sound of her voice—he had cherished every second of it. And now, this small, fragile thing, this crown, had been ruined.

It had been so long since he made one…

He had assumed she would always be there to re-teach him…

A deep sadness filled him, his heart aching as he held the crushed flowers. "She spent so much time teaching me," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible over the rain. "And now it’s ruined… he ruined it." His fingers tightened slightly around the crown, but not enough to damage it further.

As Hyrule pocketed the ruined flower crown, his steps slowed, his thoughts swirling with the same intensity as the fairies around him.

The rain drummed a steady rhythm on the leaves overhead, but his mind was elsewhere—drifting back to the quiet afternoons with her, back when things felt simpler. He could almost feel her hands guiding his as he fumbled with the stems, hear the soft way she teased him when he struggled to braid them just right.

His heart clenched at the thought. "I’ll make her another," he thought, trying to push away the sadness creeping in. But the moment was gone, ruined by the man lying lifeless in the mud. "If only he hadn’t tried to stop me," Hyrule mused. "I could’ve remembered everything clearly... made it perfect for her."

His gaze flicked back to the body, the severed tongue, the empty, lifeless eyes staring into nothingness.

Hyrule sighed, the heaviness in his chest growing. "I wanted to remember every detail, for her." His fingers brushed against the flower crown in his pocket, fragile and ruined, much like the memory it had been tied to. "I’ll make up for it. For everything."

The fairies' laughter danced around him, pulling him from his thoughts, and he straightened. "For her… I'll make it all perfect," he promised silently, his eyes narrowing as he left the body behind.

The fairies flitted around him, their soft glow casting a faint light over his rain-soaked form. They giggled and chimed, but there was no malice in their joy.

He cast one last glance at the man’s lifeless body, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he turned and began to walk away, leaving the corpse where it laid as he walked back into the storm.

The fairies’ chimes danced in the air as they continued to follow and swirl around him in delight, their soft laughter filling the air as the rain fell heavier, blending with the sound of the wind, rushing water and rustling leaves.

[savnofilter]

Your Scent Is Sweeter | e. kirishima

       Werewolf!Eijiro Kirishima x Virgin![FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, one shot, loss of virginity, kirishima likes how you smell, dry humping, hints of jealousy, spit (1), knot inflation, pull out method, mutual pining, friends -> lovers (?), established friendship.

COUNT: 3.4k words [13 mins.]

READ MORE: masterlist + [student masterlist]

A/N: ehhh i dont think i'll ever do this like an animal horny hybrid shit after the last few fics i have queued up. 😭 even if i do i'll def cringe it later probably anyways- ignore my hating… also this is a continuation from a draft over a year ago?? including the next two bakugo fics im going to post and the other dragon!kirishima fic so bare with me. this isnt even that bad LOL. thank you, anon!

How you and Kirishima first met was simple:

Two different hands reached out for the last skewer that sat on the hot grill, both stopping in hesitation at the presence of someone else. You both stopped and looked at each other, an awkward laugh coming from you as an equally shy smile graced his lips. 

“Lady’s first!” He grinned at you, his sharp teeth showing as he blushed softly, stepping back. “Go ahead, I’ll just swing back later.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, feeling butterflies in your chest as the cute male allowed you to grab it. 

As much as you wanted to say something else, your brain short-circuited on coming up with anything. Part of you wanted to tease him and say he could take it, but you never pass up on an opportunity for food. Nevertheless, even if it was for a random cute guy. Plus you had spent the last few hours dancing and working up a sweat, you were sure you needed it more than him. As he stood to the side, you were able to pay and take your leave, waving to him as you disappeared into the crowd. One last glance was exchanged with him as you left him at the stand.

Typically, you wouldn't go to many events if it weren't for the festivals or known shows; but this one faithful New Year's festival when you were fresh into adulthood had proven you made the great decision to attend the celebration. Events between humans and werewolves were often rampant during popular holidays, the New Year being one of them. 

There were many people around with many great food booths to compare. It was only a mere coincidence that you two seemed to be craving the same savory treat, kabobs.

After the first time you two had met, you started bumping into him more at cultural events. You hadn’t told anyone that you had met with this boy. At least you were sure he was around your age, young twenties or so, but there was no mistaking he had a few on you though not too much. The more you saw him at these gatherings, the connection between you two grew naturally, and it soon evolved into a friendship. No one knew about this friendship and to your friends he was merely regarded as something akin to a hallway crush. What they didn't know was that you two had been seeing each other for about two years now, doing various things together as a private friendship. It was no surprise the once innocent feelings you had for him slowly turned into a crush each time you two met. Luckily enough for you, today was one of the days when you two could catch up and you were more than ready to see him again. 

You bit your lip as you sat on the cut-down tree stump, one of the many things that made him complain. Something about humans defiling the woods by making modifications that didn’t need to be made. Oftentimes when you met him, he ranted about different things, all things to be exact. Even with his rambling nature, he had other sides to him. You saw him chill, you saw him happy, you’ve seen him angry and you’ve seen him annoyed. But the ‘mood’ he approached you with today was something different. It was… feral. In a way, you couldn’t explain it.

“E-Evening, Kirishima.” You smile up at him as he walks up to you, holding up the basket you brought for him. “I made your favorite, they’re still hot just how you like them!” You open the basket to show him the goodies, scooching over on the big seat to give him room to sit down. He was quiet today, stiff too. You tried not to show your concern as he picked up the bag and sniffed it. It was times like these when you could pay close attention to the way his face looked, admiring the roundness of his cheeks that complimented his sharp jaw. 

Kirishima only grunts as he sits away from you, his quiet and fidgety demeanor worrying you a bit. Your eyes observed his statue that had a light sheen of sweat layering his tanned skin that was visible to the eyes, his brows scrunched angrily. His facial expression was one of heavy frustration even with how much he tried to hide it. Whatever he was trying to find using his snout appeared to not have been found, and he was once again on the hunt to find the source.

Kirishima proceeds to start sniffing again, this time pulling away to smell somewhere else. You couldn’t help but stare as his behavior was odd, flinching a bit when his nose led to sniffing around you. You tried to stay calm as he got closer, shifting awkwardly as you contemplated the right moment to ask about his demeanor. His breathing seemed a bit ragged too, his chest rising and falling as he avoided contact with you, even visually. 

“You’re… in heat.” 

If he couldn’t see the blush on your face you could certainly feel it.

“....what?"

“I can smell it, you’re aroused...” Eijiro responds simply. "And you smell really good."

He was still standing as he towered over you. He rested the basket next to you and didn’t move, his eyes dark with a glint you haven’t seen before. His hand comes up cup your jaw, his palm hot against your skin. You play with your sleeves as you grow flustered, laughing nervously as the thought of being in a lewd situation with the black-haired male starts to run through your head.

“Eijiro…” You start, looking up at him as he makes you look up at him by tilting your head up. You felt as though you were caught stealing from a cookie jar, hands covered in crumbs as you tried to hide the emotions stirring inside you that he could very obviously sense. 

His lips spare you the process of trying to come up with something to say as he presses his mouth against yours. You felt something spark as he did, your hands that were once clenched at your chest held his shoulders, stabilizing yourself when he forces you to lay down on the large tree stump you sat on. You tried to keep up with his kisses, opening up your mouth to let him in, fearing the pain of accidentally poking something if you chose to let your tongue wander in his. You moaned as his tongue poked and prodded in your hot cavern, his hands moving to grip your thighs to spread them apart as he got between them.

You hadn't noticed how big his body was, being so exposed to it so many times in such a friendly setting compared to this one. You daydreamed about this moment but never did you think it would happen so soon. Your heart hammers in your chest upon feeling his lips move so softly against yours, caring even. You could tell that he was the skilled one between you two and his kind way of gentleness showed with his fervent kisses. Unfortunately for him though, you didn't nearly have as much lung capacity as him to continue this unbroken kiss. 

One of your hands on his shoulders taps him as an indicator for a breather, the doting male taking the message. Your labored breaths mix with his as your eyes can't help but be glued to his in desperation. A timid mewl is ripped from your lips when his hands that once respectfully rested on the sides of your hips swoop down to grip the back of your thighs and reach behind you to squeeze your bum. Kirishima growls as the scent of your arousal heightens, his gaze darkening as he prepares himself to fuck you. 

"I-I didn't want to pounce on you like this but you smell so good." Kirishima rambles as his hands start to grope at your clothed skin. You couldn't do anything but just lay there and take it, watching up at him with curious eyes.

His strong and calloused hands trail up your body to grope your chest through your clothes, the heavy weight of his hands bringing a rush of excitement straight to your core. Whilst he fondles you he successfully manages to slide closer to you between your legs, your thighs resting on his as he gets comfortable. You bite your lip feeling his hard length now pressing against your core, a taunting sensation between the layers of clothes that restricts you. While your hands never left his shoulders his hands happily roamed your body. 

From when he was fondling you, he was able to unbutton some of your blouse, the top of your cleavage now exposed to him, and the beautiful light of the moon from atop the sky. You feel tightening in your chest as oxygen starts to run out from kissing for so long, your hands lightly pushing him away. He pulls away with a light growl that marks his excitement. Kirishima hadn't slept with humans often but had to remind himself that he had to be gentle…. at first. 

"Do you want this, Y/N?" Eijiro holds your chin to have you look up at him. You lightly gulp in excitement at the feeling of his rough hands on your jawline, a more than ready nod coming from you. 

"I want to, Eiji." You're not even sure how you managed to maintain eye contact after relaying that. Until now, you had only kissed other people but other than that it never went further. There wasn't much left to ponder about his experience in these activities, though. "Just be gentle, this is my first time, okay?"

He visibly portrays his shock at the revelation with a dropped jaw but quickly recovers by nodding his head in understanding. If anything, this is one of the best news he's heard in a while. Now it wasn't often that Kirishima thought about your sex life. When he did think about you having sex, other partners were never in the equation. Just purely you and him. Though on his part he was assuming your experience—it was just Ludacris to him that no one has gotten that far with you yet considering he could tell the way most of the males around you acted. 

Those festivals where he'd watch you from afar and get a jealous flutter in his chest fell testament to this, later his anger fueling into pure neediness in the comfort of his bedroom. He'd be straight-up lying if he said he wasn't crushing on you hard. You were as sweet as ever, pretty with a physique that suited you nicely, a smile that he fell in love with on the first day, and god you always smelled so good. Even in times when he'd playfully chase you down and you'd try and push him away in embarrassment of odor, it was that exact husk that drew him in closer. The pull that made him want to pin you down and fuck you raw.

Kirishima grips your hand and kisses the back of it as he stares deeply into your eyes. "Of course, anything for you."

You softly sucked in a breath feeling his hot hand slip down to palm your sex, the sensation so very foreign to you. Undoubtedly he could certainly sense the wetness through your clothes, another animalistic growl coming from him. He palms you in preparation for his eventual fucking, skilled hands rubbing at your labia and then playing with your clit. Your body jolts at the pleasure you receive from that certain area, a pained whimper in desperation slipping from your lips as you clawed at him. 

His deft fingers easily rubbed against your clothed core, determined to get you hot and ready for him. His eyes watch down in a predatory gaze as he watches your expressions for any behavior change, his pupils dilating in hunger as he watches your body open more and more for him. Once he's done pawing at you he presses his crouch right against yours, the heat and weight of his confined cock stirring a whimper from within you. You tilt your head back, hands still stuck on him as you pull him closer to your body instinctively. Kirishima wordlessly leans in to press more animalistic kisses to your neck, now utilizing his sharp teeth to nip and bite at your skin. He groans against your sweet skin as you start to grind against him as well, a revelation now settling in that you were impossibly sensitive in all areas of your neck. 

Usually by now, Kirishima would've fucked whoever was underneath him into oblivion already, but he was purposely taking it slower. He needed to tease and punish you for not being his any sooner. To make him wait so long to get between your luscious and squeezable thighs. 

"Eijiro," A louder moan encourages him when he roughly nips at the conjuncture of where your neck and collarbone meet, the sensation sending a hot shiver down your spine. Mixed with the friction of his heavy hips against yours you're shaking under him, eyes prickling with tears as an unfamiliar feeling starts to wash over you. "W-Wait—!" You try to tap his shoulder, the act has him unmoving as he himself already knew what you were experiencing. 

Kirishima leans up to witness the pleasurable experience wash over you, greedily taking in the fact it was him to accomplish it without even having to do anything. In seconds he's gripping your jaw and having you look at him as he places another searing kiss against your lips. You're sloppily meeting him halfway there with no doubt that his tongue has all the right to overpower yours. Your hands are lost in his hair whilst his are impatiently ripping off your clothes ready to take you under the moonlight. 

A line of saliva connects you two when he pulls away, the small connection popping when he licks his lips. Your mouth and skin tasted so sweet, that he'd have to remind himself to eat you out next time, preferably somewhere more romantic and private.

The male on top of you grunts as the cool air of the night hits his now exposed schlong, the naked member twitching at the sensation. It was a reminder that he needed it in somewhere warm and his solution was right in front of him. He groans once the scent of your fresh arousal hits his nose, it now being stronger than ever with your hot cunny in line of sight for him. You were a sight to behold, truly. Skin littered with his bite marks, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin and your pussy dripping in need for him. 

"Do you want it?" Kirishima asks with a growl in his voice. You had just come down from an orgasm and he didn't want to rush you.

"Give it to me, Eiji." 

He doesn't have the balls to play with you anymore and gets straight to it. He presses his bulbous head against your opening, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips as he tries to loosen you up. "Relax."

You bite your bottom lip and try to do as told, eyes glued to his raging hard cock. You hadn't seen a cock before now but you were a hundred percent sure this was the prettiest you have and will ever see. You shiver when he pokes his tip at your clit, the sensitivity from before making you squirm. Your eyes flicker up as you watch him spit on his cock for more lubrication, mixing the substance with your arousal and his precum to make it easier for you to take. 

"I'm going in--fuck." Kirishima breathes out as he inserts his dick into your gummy walls, the squeezing around him has him reeling in pleasure. With no remorse, he grips the back of your thighs and presses them against your body in a mating press, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as your cunt swallows his cock in this position. He tilts his head back as he slowly and surely rocks the rest of his length into your awaiting cunt, the ecstasy he was experiencing had never been felt before. It was almost reminiscent of the first time he had lost his virginity except this felt exponentially better. 

His hands nearly rip your shirt open to show your breasts to him, the restriction of your clothes around your breasts making them perk up for him. He licks his lips as your nipples harden even more at the attention. Your tits bounce with each thrust as he slowly tries to ease himself in, his excitement making it hard for him to stay patient. 

Your breathy moans are the only thing he can hear and focus on, totally zoning out on anything around him. Everything about you felt too good. The way you wrapped around his cock, how your hands gripped at him, the desperation in your voice, and the way that you felt under his hands was intoxicating. Kirishima had been waiting for this for so long and he could finally have it, have you. With patience, he was able to start rocking his hips faster and deeper into your cunt. The lewd noise of your pussy squelching with every thrust encouraged him to do more, to fuck you more passionately. 

His lips were busy marking up your skin not caring about the complaining you might have for later. Earlier when he was eagerly trying to take off your clothes he tried his best not to rip your clothes off but there was no guarantee his (kind) gesture came to fruition. That minuscule dilemma will be something to deal with when you both get there. 

His hand dips down to mindlessly play with your sensitive bean, humming in satisfaction when it elicits a sharper moan from you. You're grinding your hips against his with vigor, body shameless in the pleasure it receives from him. Your eyes could barely focus on anything specific as the male you once considered a friend completely obliterates your cunt. Tears prickle at your eyes as you start to feel an intense sensation that washed over your body not too long ago.

"E-Eiji," You pant out, head lifting lightly from the wood. 

Kirishima's head immediately lifts from your skin and looks up at you, you two millimeters apart from each other's faces. "You close, babe?" 

You nod frantically and wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in closer. He groans at how well you're able to take him, the new position allowing you to take in his cock fully. He softly coos as you try to stick it out, a pained but pleasured expression adorning your features. 

"Cum on my cock, baby."

The buzzing in your system doesn't die down, everywhere in your body feels as though it's on fire. You're engulfed in everything he gives you and refuse to let this moment go. Your body is raging with white-hot arousal as you come undone with the help of a few thrusts and his fondling. You groan happily as he grips your thighs and presses them against your body again, an unfamiliar swelling at the base of his cock forming at the base of his cock and slamming against your pussy with each thrust. You peek down to see the inflation, a bit of worry rushing into your system. 

Kirishima cusses as he lets go of one of your legs and pulls out, his spunk immediately spilling onto your pubic area and pussy, successfully covering you in his load. You whimper at how much there is, some getting on your clothes and the already defiled tree trunk from the spillage. You felt yucky with all the sweat and fluids and felt like it was prime time to go to sleep. 

You shyly make eye contact with him and let out a nervous giggle, happily welcoming an approaching kiss as he leans in to take your lips against his. You two gradually come down from your high, your body now slumped against the flat surface of the massive cut-down tree. 

You two will figure out what you are later. 

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[myosotisa]

Talk It Good - e.m. - part 1

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Bartender!Reader

‖  summary: Eddie Munson, rockstar and worldwide fuckboy, winds up in your quiet bar the night after a show. You get to talking with him and end up learning more than you bargained for.

‖  notes: implied fem!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption. no y/n, no pronouns. 2nd part will contain discussions of sexual content and discussions of dubcon.

‖  word count: 3.1k

‖  part 2 ‖  cross posted on ao3 ‖

There was something about being on the closing shift that was immensely gratifying. Especially on weeknights.

While it meant you were thrown into the deep end the moment you stepped into the door, you preferred that to having it slow and easy until you were just getting ready to leave and then getting rushed. It also worked out well for your boss after he promoted you to a shift lead – he worked the afternoon shift and then went home to his wife and kids. Leaving you to close the place out 6 days a week. The bartenders he’d hired to help you on busier days and around events respected you and overall, it felt like a pretty good gig. Enough to pay the rent you split with your roommate in the city and put food on the table.

Tonight, you were working alone. It was a Wednesday night and the place was real slow which was nice, because yesterday had been a shitshow. There had been a sold out metal show a couple blocks over and the place was packed before, during, and after the show. A busier night than you had ever experienced since you started working there a year and a half ago. Your boss had ended up staying to work a double and one of the part time bartenders had come in, and the 3 of you together were still swamped. After a night like that, having almost no one around was a blessing.

There were a couple of people milling around, mostly pairs of business partners getting a drink after work or a date or a couple of friends getting together. There was 1 lonely guy sitting at your bar but he had made it very clear he wasn’t interested in talking. Fine with you. You were in charge of the playlist coming through the bass-heavy speakers and that was better than listening to some drunk dude talk about his problems.

You were crouched down by the laptop, queuing up your next few songs of choice, when you heard the telltale sound of one of your barstools being dragged out. Bracing your hands on your knees, you pushed yourself upright with a huff to greet them when your voice caught in your throat.

Wide, brown eyes peered back at you from across the counter as soon as you appeared. He looked familiar, alarmingly so, but that wasn’t the main thing that caught your attention. He looked nervous as he made eye contact, to a level it could almost be considered fear in his eyes.

“Howdy,” you offered with a kind smile, which seemed to immediately put him more at ease. “What can I getcha?”

“An Old Fashioned, please.” His voice was a bit rough around the edges and matched the rest of his aesthetic a bit more than his eyes. He was wearing all black, a plain t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. His hair looked long and wiry but was pulled back behind his head, leaving only his wispy bangs across his forehead and a single curl hanging in front of his ear. Both ears were pierced but currently without jewelry. In fact, the only thing he had on that was discernible beyond the black ink tattoos trailing down his lithe arms was a silver chain around his neck.

Still racking your brain for why he looked so familiar, you busied yourself with pulling out a glass instead. “Choice of whiskey?”

He leaned a bit closer, his painted forearms resting on the counter with his hands clasped. “Whatever you got top shelf is fine.”

“You got it, handsome.” You threw him a wink as you turned for the bottle and were delighted to come back to him with a bashful smile gracing his pouty lips. While you had thrown out that line way more than a few times to people, especially men who ordered liquor from the top shelf without asking what it cost, you generally didn’t tend to mean it. But this guy – even though he looked like he was trying to hide in a crowd, was still downright pretty.

You could feel his eyes on your hands as you muddled a sugar cube with the bitters and a bit of water at the bottom of the glass, leaving the pestle off to the side to wash, added a small pile of ice cubes, and then poured a generous amount of Sazerac 18 Year Old Rye on top. Finishing it off with a slice of an orange and a cocktail cherry, you were about to slide it across to him when he asked, “Actually, could I get 2 cherries? Please?”

A soft warmth bloomed in your chest at his earnest tone, the softly added please. You were a sucker for a guy with manners. “Well, just because you asked so nicely,” you replied with a teasing smile, knowing you would have given him them anyway even if he hadn’t said please. You plopped another cherry on top with your little tongs and slid it across to him with a practiced ease. “Top Shelf Old Fashioned, extra cherry for the man in black. Wanna start a tab?”

“Sure, thanks. ID or card? It seems different everywhere.”

“Either’s fine,” you assured him, side stepping a few paces to place your used tools into the sink you used to wash dishes when you were working on your own. “Travel a lot, I take it?” You watched carefully to see how he reacted to the question, wanting to get a feel of if he was here to talk or just here to drink. But you also couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that was curious about him and the careful way he held himself.

“You could say that,” he replied with a smile that implied he didn’t exactly like it that way, a credit card held towards you from between his knuckles. You pinched it between your own fingers and pulled it away from him, couldn’t pretend you didn’t notice it was one of those fancy, heavy metal ones. It didn’t fit with the patterns you had picked up over the months. Normally cards like these belonged to people like those business men drinking their scotch, neats over at one of the booths, or the trust fund kids that waved it around to buy shots for the bar on daddy’s money after one too many. This guy was late 20s, early 30s, too scruffy to be in business, too polite and earnest to be a trust fund kid. Maybe some crypto-millionaire kid who got lucky young? But even then, those kinds didn’t travel a lot, at least, not to cities like this.

“So how long are you in town?” You continued on, not yet getting a feeling for him and what he wanted.

“Week or so,” he tapped the tips of heavily calloused fingers against his condensated glass. “What about you? Live here long?”

“Three years, give or take. Enough to get a lay of the land but still find out new things every once in a while.” He nodded, eyes falling to his drink as he gave it a stir using the corner of the orange peel before taking a sip. Not sure why, but a small part of you seeked his approval, so you asked, “To your taste?”

“Perfect, actually. Thank you…?” He paused and motioned with his hand like he wanted your name to complete his sentence. Blinking a few times in surprise, you told him what it was, which brought a soft smile to quirk up the corners of his mouth. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’d say the same but I think I would need to know your name first,” you tried to tease him again, wanting to see if he’d get all flustered like before, but then that fear trickled back into his expression. Too fast to be casual, your eyebrows drew together in concern and you rushed to say, “You don’t have to tell me anythin’ you don’t want to. Just thought it would be the polite thing to ask.”

Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed, he tried to chuckle off the sudden awkwardness that had appeared. “That’s alright, really. Name’s Eddie.”

The name rang a bell, the same inkling that had been on your mind when you’d first seen his face. You let it bounce around in your head for a bit, trying to see if you could come to any conclusions, but stopped short when you saw the way he was looking at you. Nervous, like before, but also a bit shy. Like he was expecting a bad reaction from you after learning his name. You couldn’t possibly think of why until it hit you.

Eddie Munson. The rockstar. Him and his band, Corroded Coffin, had been the ones playing last night, that all the people were talking about. You recognized his face from magazines – he’d been on the covers of half the rags on the stand at one time or another. America’s bad boy with an asshole reputation. A ladies man who partied hard and was photographed with a different girl leaving his hotel every other day. He was missing the leather, the chains, the earrings, his trademark rings, but it was him alright.

Which really made you confused. This guy wasn’t anything like that. The Eddie in the tabloids was an attention seeker with a penchant for violent outbursts: loud, crude, mean. Wrecking hotel rooms, breaking people’s hearts, and doing it all with a grin that made girls throw their panties on stage. He was still just as attractive as the internet made him out to be, maybe even more so, but this guy was nice, normal. At least had been so far.

Ignoring your realization completely to deal with later, you found yourself asking, “So where do you call home when you aren’t traveling?”

And so the two of you talked for the better part of 3 hours. You’d taken breaks to serve other patrons and refill his Old Fashioned, but always made your way back to his side of the bar. He was funny, even a little bit goofy as he got more comfortable joking around with you. He asked thoughtful questions about you that weren’t too deep or prying and you tried to do the same, ignoring when he would skirt around some answers more than others. He seemed to think you still didn’t know who he was and was working hard to hide it. While you didn’t know why, you were fine to let him keep thinking that as long as he kept laughing with you.

“So,” you were pouring out a batch of mixer that would be expired by tomorrow, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “what would you say is your patron sin?”

Intrigued by the topic change but also confused, he asked, “Patron sin?”

“Yeah, like if you had to pick one of the 7 Deadly Sins and say which one you struggle with the most, what do you choose?” The corner of his mouth turned up immediately and his pink lips parted but you interrupted, “And if you say Lust, you’re no fun.” His face immediately dropped, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. “Everybody always wants to say Lust, it’s against the spirit of the question.”

A fingertip circled the lip of his watered down Old Fashioned as he studied you. “You ask people this question a lot?”

Your shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “Mostly with friends at parties. I think it tells you a lot about a person. Or maybe there’s just some part of me that likes making people take a look at the worst parts of themselves for fun.”

“Jesus H. Christ, you really are trouble, aren’t you?” His shoulders shook with a laugh as he averted eye contact to look over the bar again. “Hmm. Well, if you’d asked me this question in school, I would’ve said Sloth for sure. Nowadays…” He trailed off, his eyebrows drawing together like he was really trying to think about it. Which you appreciated. There was some part of you that always liked it when people took it seriously. “I think it’d be Pride.”

Letting out a hum of thought, you could imagine it was pretty easy for a rockstar to succumb to the sin of Pride. “Y’know, some circles say Pride is the worst sin of all,” he looked up at you then, his expression strangely aloof. “They say it’s the root of all other sins.”

“Oh, yeah?” His tone was dry, humorless. “Guess that means I win, right?”

You let out a stiff laugh too, reaching for a rag to wipe down the counter out of habit. “Somethin’ like that.”

“What about you?” You met his eye contact again, feeling a bit confused. “It’s only fair, after all. What’s your patron sin?”

“Oh.” You paused, not used to being asked the same question in return. You knew what it was, it just wasn’t often that someone actually asked for the answer. “Uh, Envy.”

Eyebrows raised in intrigue again, he leaned forward with his long fingers steepled in front of him. “You the jealous type?”

Flushing against your will, mad at yourself for being so easily affected by his charm, you leveled a glare at him. “Yeah, so what? Not like I get a choice in the matter.”

“Just wouldn’t have thought you were the type, is all,” he leaned back again, looking incredibly pleased with himself for some reason. You were just about to open your mouth and rip into him for his prideful nature when you caught sight of a nervous blonde approaching him from behind. He noticed your eyes directed over his shoulder and he seemed to tense up immediately.

“Excuse me, Eddie?”

It was like watching a switch get flipped. His spine straightened, his shoulders setting – like he was trying to make himself look bigger, take up more space. “Yeeess?” His tone changed too as he spun on his stool towards her, his mouth tilting in a sly grin. As soon as he was facing her, her cheeks flushed tomato red and she shifted her weight between her high heels.

“Sorry to bother you, I’m a really big fan,” her voice wavered, her smile wide. “Do you think I could take a picture with you?”

“For a sweet thing like you? Absolutely.”

The purr in his tone made you borderline uncomfortable, but it seemed to be enough to send her into nervous giggles. You pushed yourself further down the bar, not wanting to get caught in the background as she raised her phone with a shaky hand to take a selfie with him. She gushed about his concert last night and how she was already saving up to buy tickets for the next one while you busied yourself washing dishes. He didn’t say much of anything, mostly just thanked her for her rush of compliments and hummed and ahh’d until she excused herself back to her table, barely able to contain her excitement.

You watched carefully as he waited until she was sitting again, her back to him, until he exhaled. It took half of his presence with him as he shrunk forward and tipped back the rest of his watered down whiskey and bitters. He set the glass back on the counter and swiped both hands on the condensation, rubbing his damp palms across his face roughly. Inching back over, you put your rag back under the counter and asked, “Another?”

His hands dropped instantly, wide, brown eyes on you again. “Oh, uh, no. I’m good. Thank you.” You offered an awkward smile as you took the glass and slid it over towards the other dirties. “Listen, about that… I just-”

“I know who you are,” you interrupted, assuming he was about to try to explain the interaction.

He blinked a few times like he was shocked. “You… you do?”

Annoyance prickled at the base of your neck. “Yeah, do you think I live under a rock or something?”

“No, no,” he rushed to try to assuage the sudden tension in you. “It’s just that, you didn’t…”

The annoyance bloomed, your jaw setting in tension. “I didn’t, what? React? Fall all over you as soon as I saw you?” His mouth opened and closed a few times, looking at a total loss for words. “Well, sorry to disappoint, Mr. Rockstar.”

“That’s not what I meant,” his voice was quick, unsure, but that did little to settle your growing ire.

“What did you mean then? Did I ruin your little game?” Hot air bubbled up as you tossed a half cut lime in the trash can behind you. “I bet you were all excited to rope me in with your charm and your money. Make me your next one night fling to get photographed leaving your hotel in the morning.” You scoffed, refusing to make eye contact with him as you continued. “Y’know, I bet you like service workers, pick 'em out on purpose. Tell them pretty lies about what you can buy them while they’re living on tips to get by. They’re used to serving men like you, right? Probably would do anything you wanted if you just asked ‘em the right way, huh?”

When you finally looked up at him, his face was stone. Unreadable. His teeth clenched tight. Like he was waiting for you to finish. So you did.

“Well, if that was your plan, you’d be better off going with blondie with the selfie. Because it’s sure as hell's not gonna be me.”

A moment of quiet tension rang out, almost like there was no other sound in the bar. “Right,” he replied softly, eyes downcast as he pulled at his wallet. “Well, uh, sorry for taking up so much of your time.”

If he’d lost half of his presence when his fan walked away, the Eddie after your little speech was a shell of a man. All of the color, all of the life drained out of him like water. It poked a hole in your attitude, causing a bit of you to deflate, your heart to twitch a bit in your chest. He’s been nothing but nice to me, why did I do that? He did absolutely nothing to deserve that.

Your own shoulders fell, biting your lip as you stepped toward him again. “Eddie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“No, no, you’re right.” Pulled a $100 bill out of his wallet, set it on the counter between you. “Keep the change. Have a good night.”

And then he was gone, never looking back once.

Gingerly taking the crisp blue bill between your fingertips, more than double what the drinks had cost him, and glancing over at the credit card he’d left in his hurry to leave, you squeezed your eyes closed and heaved a sigh.

Great job, idiot.

this was originally going to be a one-shot, but now it's 1 part angst, 1 part hurt/comfort. blame @jo-harrington. let me know what you think and your predictions for part 2!

[a-d-nox]

pac/pap (creature feature: werewolf): what hidden truth does the moonlight illuminate? where do you lack control? where are you in transition?

welcome to my october pac/pap creature feature series - instead of having a single pac/ pap this month, there will be five! every monday (at 5p / 17:00 EST) this october, a new creature will be coming out to play as the sun begins to set earlier and earlier... keep an out; you never know what is lurking in the darkness..

today's creature is the werewolf: song queued: "she wolf" by shakira! when was the next full moon again? phew a few weeks to go... half man, half beast, the werewolf is - according to lore - forced to transform on every full moon. the once civilized man loses control of his body and senses.

take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

last pac/pap: creature feature: the beholder - what do you see that no else does? what aren't you hearing?

masterlist of pap/pac posts

want a personal reading? click here to check out my reading. options and prices!

pile one

the truth is that you must share your ideas more actively - you need confidence that matches your passion. you can trust that you will be accepted for your ideas - and if not where you first attempt to be so, you will find yourself in a more accepting place the next attempt. if you keep doubting your abilities, you might just find that you can't grow like you hope/dream to. so the spotlight (moonlight) is on you - share what you want to / are passionate about right now.

oof you are really trying to control a lot right now. things aren't going as you expected, huh? you can't control that something is close to the end of its cycle. it's okay that you are going to miss that something - know that you should be celebrating instead. celebrate your wins. you have done so much! new things are just around the corner.

a power transition in your life is underway. you are being given a chance to lead and prove your strength. make sure that you are leading from a place of wanting to see others succeed instead of one where you are asserting your power over others. you can't just be thinking about yourself right now, remember that "with power comes responsibility" - it's not just about you anymore it's about those around you too.

pile two

your disconnection for others and your beliefs seems to be in the spotlight right now. you might be feeling hopeless and alone in your situation right now - it's time to reconnect and recharge. a cleansing is needed - do not lose faith, you are right were you are supposed to be, despite how painful this moment may be. let the glimmering moonlight be a sign that healing is ahead - better days are coming.

i feel like your schedule right now is unsustainable - you are stretched too thin and juggling too much all at once. you might have too many school/work responsibilities considering your personal ones. this is all making you feel emotionally drained (have you stress cried recently - i feel like you might have). you should know that you are currently "leveling up"; anytime you level up in life, this type of challenge to your routine occurs. do things in moderation and ask for help if you need it (there is no shame in reaching out for help).

an opportunity has arisen recently that is going to change your world - likely in a monetary way. there is a new beginning on the horizon. you are getting even closer to the life that you have been dreaming of - prosperity is in your future, it is written in the stars. you are cultivating abundance for yourself and i couldn't be more proud. you have unlimited potential - keep it up.

pile three

new moon energy. there are a lot of things that you are hiding, you are also likely refusing to acknowledge the truth, and you are refusing to look at things deeply (which can be good (you're not reading too heavily into things) and it can be bad (you might not be "reading the fine print")). you aren't listening to your intuition like you should be - stop deceiving yourself. trust that you are capable and you are worthy of so much more than you are currently doing / have.

right now a relationship of yours is extremely out of balance (someone is doing all the work in the relationship or someone is extremely co-dependent in the relationship). it is not good to rely too heavily on a partner to fulfill your needs. your expectations might be unrealistic which causes you to feel even more out of control. look inward so you can better find the source of your disharmony.

i feel like you reading that last paragraph has your wheels turning - the transition ahead of you has to do with your relationships. you are noticing that there is a imbalance in what you are giving versus what you are receiving. i know that receiving things makes you feel weird (you feel unworthy/undeserving), but get use to it - haha! stop feeling obligated to give back equal to what you have received - things are being given of their own volition, no one expects you to give back what you were gifted. simply remember that kindness breeds kindness - the more comfortable you become with receiving, the more you will gain.

want a personal werewolf reading? tip 4.99 USD with the comment "werewolf" and i will privately get back to you with what hidden truth the moonlight illuminates for you, where you lack control, AND where you are in transition!

other then that, thank you for reading! don't forget to comment down below which monster you believe is coming to join us next monday?

[cupidford]

I've not done a big rec list in months and have so many stories to share with you! Here are some...I went with a mix of 20, with more to come! Also I've got love letters for these queued for the next few months, so look out for 'em! xx

❤️‍🔥TOP FIC - One of the best fics I've read in a few years!❤️‍🔥

Indefinite Lines by ArwaMachine

Sherlock and John find themselves faced with a series of seemingly disparate cases, one involving murdered children and one involving ghosties that little Rosie tries to help solve. Except the cases are growing increasingly connected, increasingly personal. ~298.5k

🔥TOP HOT FIC🔥

Vicarious by CouldBeDangerous (VestedVestra)

John starts smoking with a woman at work. Sherlock couldn't be happier. The smoking kink spirals... ~44k

💗💗💗💗💗💗

The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow

Sherlock's case will surely be solved quickly...in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting her from school, and preparing for her sleepover at 221B. ~32.5k

The Long and the Short of It by Accident, Hobbitsfeet

What if John and Rosie move back into Baker Street, and Rosie decides she is going to parent-trap them? Or so she thinks... ~44.5k

❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

Spare Parts by Raina_at

Futuristic sci-fi au, 24th century. On the Planet Titan, Sherlock comes back from the dead after two years. While figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, Sherlock and John also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. ~63.5k

A Doctor in the House by KittenKin

S3 fix it. Sherlock returns, with John immediately taking care of him as his doctor. John uses index cards as a guide to speaking with him, and Sherlock in turn has questions. ~32.5k

Again by DiscordantWords

Christmas. It never seemed like the right time. And then time ran out. Until John makes a wish and gets a second chance. ~10k

💘💘💘💘💘💘

Cupid's Venom by SilentAuror

Stamford tells Sherlock that he wished he could have taken credit for being Cupid. Unfamiliar with the reference, Sherlock plunges into studies of toxins and Greek mythology... ~29.5k

Live from the Morgue by disfictional

Post trf. Molly interviews Sherlock on her podcast, Live from the Morgue. John listens. ~10k

A Rock, An Island by stopthat

TRF fix it/redo. John is not so blind. He sees a lot more than he’s given credit for. ~5k

💝💝💝💝💝💝

A not-so-meticulously prepared art by aquileaofthelonelymountain

Greg agrees to pick up Sherlock from a pub, and he's going to regret it soon - for Sherlock is drunk, talkative, and desperately in love with his flatmate. ~6k

Waiting in the Wings by standbygo

John finally gets the courage to ask Sherlock for a romantic relationship. But when they run into an old friend of Sherlock's, John wonders if it would be best to step aside. ~7k

All I Want for Christmas (is Proof) by Raina_at

Sherlock and John go undercover at a Christmas party in a gay club. In costume. Things... escalate. ~6.5k

💕💕💕💕💕💕

Hypotheticals by ArwaMachine

John finally manages to confess his love to Sherlock. Sherlock, of course, has questions. Lots of questions. Switchlock, Established Relationship. ~7k

A Second to Midnight by AlgySwinburne

John invites Sherlock out on January 29. It is, at face value, a date. If Sherlock weren’t a part of the equation, it would most certainly be a date. But because he is, it must be something else entirely. ~4.5k

January 6 by Gxlyleo

John keeps reliving the same day and has no clue why. He makes a list. ~14k

❤️ HONORABLE MENTIONS ❤️

Rhinestone Cowboy by consult_this_prick

After the death of his father, John drops out of college and returns home to take care of the family farm. He still hasn't processed the death of his father and new problems arise when his ex-best friend, Sherlock, comes home for the summer to work on his research. ~37k

Come Back to Me by BenAddictViolaBatch

A fusion of Sherlock and the classic 1980 film, "Somewhere in Time." In 1945, John receives a brief and mysterious visit from an elderly scientist, Sherlock. John researches Holmes and learns that he died on the same night of the visit. He realises that they are destined for each other. ~21.5k

A Strange Encounter by holmesian_love

John heads to the bank to speak his mind and instead finds himself distracted by a stranger who turns his plans around. ~7.5k

Accidental Magic by Calais_Reno

After his return Sherlock takes the case of a woman seeking stolen books hidden in her late husband’s library.Working together after so much time apart, John and Sherlock begin to discover more than stolen books. ~40k

[hegodamask]

Okay, trying not to post too much of my face on here these days but please can I talk about Denise Gough for a second because!! I just! I..! 💀

She 100% made my Celebration. I very rarely do things like this because I get so nervous about embarrassing myself. But she was just so lovely in the short time I met her.

Full embarrassing ramble under the cut:

So the photo-op was a super quick in-and-out, but when Denise saw me she leaned in and said "great hair" before we took ours. So that was like whew. Okay! This is fine. This is fine.

I personally think this is why I have a slightly crazed expression in the original uncovered photo.

But when I came back later for the signing, the whole thing was nearly ruined by the badly-managed queues in the autograph hall. I'm not a regular con-goer, but it felt like the Excel just didn't have enough space for an event as big as Celebration this time around.

My dumb-ass accidentally queued with the VIPs and when I realised I was in the wrong line, a bunch of us got moved to an overflow queue on the other side of Denise's booth. We were there for ages and for a moment we were like "have they forgotten about us over here??"

But it was so worth it in the end. She recognised me from the photo-op earlier and was like "it's the lovely hair!" at which point I died again. She signed my Andor print with the "get on with it" quote and explained about how she came up with that line. Meanwhile I'm thinking "Yes, I know. I've read and watched every Andor interview you've ever done ilysm 😭😭"

Initially, I wasn't going to give her one of my stickers. I was worried she wouldn't get it (apart from @sarcasmismydefaultmode and a nice lady I met in line for the Villains panel, the few other people I tried to give my SWAG to seemed a bit...confused.) But others ahead of me in line were giving her stuff, so when she'd finished signing my poster I just went for it and said "can I give you a sticker?"

And she was like "of course, I love presents!" I gave her the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss one and I think she found it funny. I think she said something about seeing a video online of Dedra's girlboss moments.

Then she was like "do you want a pin?"

and I was like "yes please??" 😳😳😳 while mentally freaking out the whole time.

And then she gets out the Andor pin set which I'd already bought, but shh I'm not gonna say no to a pin from Denise Gough, am I??? and gives me the Dedra pin. There was a kid watching us, whose Dad was next in line. She said she would give the kid one too, but joked that he probably didn't want one of Dedra.

I took my pin and my poster and said "thank you so much, bye!" in the highest voice ever.

Then she blew me a kiss as I walked away and I died for the fourth time. 💀

I've had some mixed feelings about Celebration this year, but this was the highest of high points. I wish I could've said a little more to her, but I was super nervous (plus feeling very hungry, tired and hot by that point in the day) but I'm really grateful for the brief interaction we had!

[th3-0bjectivist]

     Heya gang! Remember that thing called fun? Trick question, it’s 2023, of course you don’t! Last time we collectively had fun the *UNSPECIFIED VIRUS FROM UNKNOWN ORIGINS* wasn’t sweeping the globe, the American dollar wasn’t on the verge of losing its world reserve status, and we weren’t approaching World War 3 at hypersonic speed! So, allow me to submit a tune to Tumblr that will allow you to experience fun once again in all its giddy glory! This would be the second week in a row that I’m posting hip hop from France, and anybody who’s been following me for more than two adjacent seconds knows that when I tell you to smash play on a tune its almost never anything mainstream. This is Playa Shit from the 2016 album Special Intervention, and these are beats brought to you by a deejay and producer by the moniker of Nxxxxxs. Now, I’d love to tell you something interesting about the artist featured this week. However, I spent two or three days trying to find ANY pertinent information on this guy, and all I found were pictures, his discography and a few tiny pieces that allude to his character and evolution as an artist here and there. But scant and short interviews are hardly going to be enough to let you know what this guy stands for, and he seems to prefer a low profile. So instead, I’d like to point out that it’s been years since I posted any vaporwave music to my page, and Nxxxxxs brilliantly executes vaportrap. For those of you who aren’t familiar with vaporwave as a genre, smash play. You hear that? It’s elevator music, folks. Elevator music with modern rap vocals pasted on with industrial strength glue. Look at the video’s thumbnail; it’s a reflection of Bart Simpson, representing old school and new school thoughts and aesthetic themes. These are the pillars of vaporwave. It’s a genre of music that almost makes fun of itself as it sounds commercial in style on the surface but is anything but commercial in substance underneath the surface. That about wraps it up for phonk entries from France, so enjoy. And join me next week because I’ve got a real, real dirty American banger queued up.

     Here's his Soundcloud, Twitter and Instagram handles. If you want any additional information on this fella, you’re going to have to extrapolate and gather it yourself as he seems to relish himself in anonymity. Image source: https://www.facebook.com/nfivexs/

[weird-dere-fics]

Every year I say I wanna write something for Ichigo and release it on his birthday. And almost every year I say it after I’ve already missed his birthday. I know there’s no time limit on it, but it just seems like it would be special y’know?

I’m aware I write when I want and can release birthday fics months later, but I never do lmao. I didn’t succeed in doing the thing this year.

But I did give my boy 12 hours of affection today and I think that’s more than I’ve done for his past few birthdays. It wasn’t writing a fic, but it was a challenge figuring out posts for each hour. Especially on a day when I have so much to do. I am proud of myself :3.

And maybe hopefully I’ll actually start seriously working on something this year that I can post on his birthday next year 🫶🏾.

With this post I have completed my goal of posting each hour for 12 hours about my orange husband on his birthday 🧡🧡🧡🧡.

I will get to live posting about the latest tybw episode eventually lol.

Kisses for u all 💋💋💋. Hope u didn’t mind all my queuing on the dash today uwu.

[shina913]

🌈🤍🎉 for the writers ask plz 😍😍😍

Thank you for this ask!!! This got longer than expected so I'll put a cut below.

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

I can't pick just one fic LOL so I'll tell you the ones that I remember struggling with:

Scale and Scions are fics that I think fall under the "Fics I worked really fucking hard on." For both fics, I contended not only with writer's block (for Scale and Scions) but I also had to do a bunch of research (for Scale) to make parts of the plot seem believable. For Scale--yeah, sure--I didn't have to do all of that but I wanted to and I'm really proud for being able to push those into writing. I'm also really happy with how it turned out and at some point, I would like to dabble in that genre again! I like challenging myself that way.

For Scions (which is an ongoing series), it's incredibly difficult for me to write because 1) it gets very emotional and 2) I'm basically trying to juggle four different stories and squeezing them into one fic. Ofc, I have my main characters but I really like the idea of having these four siblings who all have different things going on in their lives--being brought together by something that they have in common. I'm hoping I can finish it in the next few weeks!!

A couple of other scenes that I struggled with were in my fic, Coquet. There was a medical emergency that I wrote in and same thing--I had to look up videos and do research lol just for the one scene!!! The second instance was the following chapter after that medical emergency--I had to map out this complex scene where several of my principal characters were in it. It was supposed to be a big reveal and I needed to physically draw--on paper--where everyone was supposed to be standing or coming from 😅 AND THEN write it all out. It was wild!!!

And I know it's not that deep but...I like it and it's what I live for!

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

Hmm...I'm not sure. I don't get much actual feedback these days so it's hard for me to tell which fic people didn't understand. 😩

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Oh, I always celebrate a completed series and reblog/pay tribute to my fic "anniversaries!" I may not be happy with how some of them have turned out or there may be little things that I'm not completely satisfied with BUT I love all of my stories. It's very important to me to boost myself, in that way.

While I appreciate being validated by reader comments/reviews, it is just as vital for me to have confidence in my own content whether it's through self-reblogs or queued posts. That part is incredibly hard to do, IMO, because I question myself all the time. But on the other hand, it's what also fuels my writing. I'm just happy that some people would take the time to read or interact with my stuff. It's a rarity on this platform but I do treasure any and all interactions that I receive (as long as they're respectful, ofc)!

[colorfuldragons]

How do you normally choose what scries to make?

long answer bc i felt like sharing my methods + dragon scrying is my special interest

TL;DR: im either inspired by seeing distinctive gene/color combos on pre-existing dragons, and/or experiment until something pretty comes out. it then goes into my queue to be posted somewhere between the next 1-100ish days

if youre asking how i come up with each scry:

i like to look at g1s for sale and dragon share.

occasionally ill see an existing dragon with a cool gene+color combo and post them as is, maybe changing eye color or breed if i feel like it (all tagged here; i dont post links to the og dragons in case their owners are uncomfortable with having a link to their dragons posted by someone else).

most other times i play around in the scrying workshop with color/gene combos i see on other ppl's dragons, keeping what i like and trying out other combinations, during which i may discover combinations i didnt think of before, and go to create a separate scry based around that, and so forth. g1s scrying is a good starting point for this, since many have unique color schemes not used together before/often

when there is a new gene/breed release, i find a gene guide, take note of which colors look interesting (i tend to favor multi-colored ones), and go ham in the scrying workshop. it also helps i have roughly memorized accent colors for certain genes

sometimes when i go to the scrying workshop, the random scry has a gene/color combo that seems interesting, so i modify the other genes and try it out on different breeds

obviously these methods can lead to many similar-looking scries created in succession, so i either try to vary up the breeds, shuffle my queue, or selectively move posts around in my queue so each day’s dragon isn’t too similar

if youre asking how i choose what scries to post each day – i dont! they are all queued up days/weeks/months in advance (i try to keep my queue sustained with at least 100 posts all the time ever since i started this blog). however, i do occasionally bump more newly-queued scries up to the top of the queue if:

there is a new breed/gene release, and the new scries showcase those

the next few dragons in queue are somewhat similar (in colors/breed), i bump some different-looking ones up to the top to add some variety

if i see that in hindsight, the dragon i posted the previous day looked kinda mid so i wanna post something cooler looking the next day

random whim makes me wanna lol

[issybettyx]

CRIMEBOYS AU

Tdlr; Tommy works at odeon part time so he can get money to move. Wilbur is a famous actor in a new film. Boom brothers

(My sister worked at a cinema for a bit so i’m gonna use my knowledge on what she did to write this, so if it’s different to what you know just know that it is still true to life, pls and ty)

Aka: i went to watch the mario film and this popped into my head so i’m writing it, enjoy the crimeboys content :D

———

Whoever told Tommy that working at a cinema would be great had clearly never worked at a cinema.

He had a feeling he was going to start having nightmares soon about shovelling popcorn mindlessly for hours. Plus, the customers weren’t the most fun people to talk to. Before this job, Tommy had worked at a supermarket for a few months, and somehow those people were more bearable. People spend so long picking, and then he makes it and then they get annoyed after eating the entire thing.

But it was his coworkers that made it so he didn’t punch someone in the face.

“Tommy, did you hear about that new movie that’s coming out?” Tubbo had asked excitedly once the foyer was empty, and Tommy could only hum as he sipped on his slushy. “It’s a new super hero film, a new franchise, and do you know who’s playing the main role?”

Tommy in fact didn’t know. Despite needing to come in for work every single day the entire next week, he hadn’t thought to check who was acting in it (he didn’t know the name either, all he knew was that a new film with superhero that make child go ‘wow!’ That’s how Ranboo had explained it anyways).

“It’s Wilbur Soot.”

Tommy spat out his drink, wiping his face as he stared wide eyed at the brunette.

“No shot.” He replied, jaw open as Tubbo frantically nodded, his smile bright.

“Yeah, they posted an interview with him and he was explaining how he wants to inspire kids like how he was inspired.” Tubbo explained, leaning on the counter with a grin. “I would do anything to be as cool as him.”

There were many famous actors, and Tommy knew all of them and their mothers off by heart. It was one of the reasons he decided to work at the cinema in the first place, hoping he would get to use his knowledge for the greater good. Wilbur Soot was one of the greatest actors of all time, and he was only twenty-six. Twenty-six and he was probably one of the most well-known people in the country. Tommy had spent hours watching interviews of him, ranging from a few minutes on the news to hours of talking about the most random things on podcasts.

That was also something that fascinated Tommy about him. Wilbur just seemed like any other guy. He was tall, brunette, wore glasses ‘just for show’, and he didn’t spend heaps of money on designer clothes. Paparazzi caught him in charity shops several times, once even in Primark looking at a white frilled shirt? Either way, he didn’t spend his money stupidly, but rather donated most of it to charity, as well as promoting music festivals that he sometimes even performed at.

It was why Wilbur Soot was one of Tommy’s favourite actors of all time.

And he was in a new movie that Tommy knew absolutely nothing about.

The doors to the cinema opened, and Tommy sighed as he turned back to his station. Time for more popcorn shovelling.

—

The fact that the first entire three days of Wilbur Soot’s new movie were sold out said a lot. After several hours of research, Tommy had discovered many things about this new film.

It was called ‘Siren’, and it was about a superhero with the ability to control people using only his voice. Due to his work, Tommy got two free tickets to see any film, but because this new one was so popular he had to wait until a week after to use them. Which he wasn’t completely against, work was tiring and he simply had no time to see a film amidst it all.

The very first showing was on a Monday, and it was the premier. The seats were more expensive, but people queued to buy tickets even after they’d all been sold online.

It was chaos.

“No, I ordered a medium popcorn, not a large.” The woman complained when he handed over the box.

“I can remake it for you if you’d like?” He asked, ever kind and totally not because he was obligated to be respectful.

She huffed, lifting her chin and snatching the box. “No, I’d like to pay for my medium but get the large because you messed up, for compensation.”

“Ma’am-“

“Are you saying I’m wrong, Mister,” she drifted off, looking at his badge before fixing that sharp look on her face, “Tommy, are you accusing me of lying?”

“I would never, I’m just saying-“

“Get your manager for me, I would like to see him.” She ordered, and Tommy had to bite back his retort of ‘she’s a woman, actually’.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the rest of it.” A voice cut in, and Tommy looked up to see-

Oh my god it was Wilbur Soot.

“Sir you have to wait in the queue.” Tommy found himself saying before he could stop, leaning his hands on the counter with a smirk when Wilbur paused, wallet in hand as he looked at Tommy.

“I’m not buying anything though?” Wilbur asked slowly, but Tommy shook his head, pointing to the back of the queue that was only growing.

“You’re paying, you’re buying, back of the queue.” Tommy told him, staying adamant as he smiled. Baffled, Wilbur slowly put his wallet away and walked to the back. “Now, Ma’am, either pay for the large or I’ll remake you a medium.”

She ended up paying for the large.

The queue was so long Tommy only reached the end of it five minutes before the movie started, handing over their coke and salted popcorn with a customer service smile he’d mastered over the past few months.

Only then did Wilbur step forward again, smiling as he rested his hands in his pockets.

“Hello sir, thanks for waiting, what would you like?” Tommy asked with a grin, and he was surprised to find Wilbur smiling back, something strange flickering in his eyes.

“Oh, nothing really,” he drifted off, looking at the screens behind Tommy with the menu on, “Wait you guys do nachos?”

“I mean, yeah, they’re a bit expensive when you can make better ones from scratch for cheaper but,” Tommy scoffed, shrugging at Wilbur, the latter looking at him weirdly. “What? Have I got something on my face?”

“No, it’s just-“ he cut himself off, looking back to the cinema screens with furrowed brows. “Nevermind.”

“You want those nachos then big man?” Tommy asked, and Wilbur sighed again, smiling nonetheless.

“Please, and a pepsi please.”

“Pepsi max I hope.” Tommy muttered back, picking up a premade tray of nachos and placing them on the counter.

“Nah, just pepsi.”

Tommy paused in his movements, staring at Wilbur with astonishment.

“And I thought I knew everything.” Tommy laughed out, making his way to the drinks machine. “Never meet your heroes I guess.”

Whilst Wilbur was paying, that weird look never left his face, picking up his order before walking towards the screen. He looked back for a moment, so Tommy gave him a two fingered salute.

Then, he disappeared into the darkness of the cinema, and Tommy was left rethinking the past half an hour of his life.

—

It was a week later when Tommy saw Wilbur again.

He was the only one left on shift, everyone had left an hour earlier and he was left to clean up their mess.

It was when he was wiping down the counters that the actor strolled in, a yellow jumper, black jeans and a brown trench coat on. No one ever walked in so late, so Tommy found himself looking up at the sound of the door opening, smiling when he saw the brunette.

“Hey Wilbur, there’s no films on for the rest of the day.” Tommy said, scrubbing at the side where something wasn’t coming off. The man smiled back, shrugging.

“Didn’t come here to watch one.” He replied simply, walking up to the counter and leaning on it.

Tommy frowned back. “Well that’s a bit stupid isn’t it? Wandering into a cinema to not watch a movie.” He scoffed back, rolling his eyes before placing the cleaning stuff back under the counter, starting to untie his apron.

“I came here to see you, actually.” He returned almost slowly, watching Tommy’s face as if he was studying it closely. The blonde faltered, confusion overtaking him as he flicked through his mind for any reason Wilbur would show up to see him.

“Oh shit- please don’t fire me.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry for being rude to you, my bad, I need this job.” Tommy tried, pinching his nose as he muttered to himself, words hardly coherent as he took a shaky breath.

“Woah, mate, I’m not here to fire you, you weren’t rude to me at all.” He immediately assured, holding his hands up in mock surrender when Tommy glanced up at him, only more confused than he was before.

“So,” he started, leaning on the counter like he had when he first met the man a week prior, except the actor seemed a lot more nervous than he did before, “You came here to see me, but not to fire me?”

“I-“ the man paused, running a hand through his hair, “I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out some time soon.”

If Tommy had a thousand years to guess why Wilbur was there that evening, he didn’t think he would’ve gotten it.

“What?”

“Well, I- uh,” he stuttered out, ever eloquent, “You seemed kinda cool, and you didn’t treat me differently despite knowing me.” Tommy laughed to himself, purely because it was a lot more than ‘knowing’, more so ‘looking up to’ and ‘being inspired by’. “And you’re funny, and I don’t know-“

“Who talked you into coming here?” Tommy asked slowly, a realisation dawning on him.

One interview a few years ago, when Wilbur’s career was just starting to take off, he had explained how his confidence usually stopped him from being able to make friends. That explained the nervousness, but it didn’t explain where he’d gotten the confidence to ask in the first place.

“Techno, my-“

“Twin, I know, I’m not stupid.” Tommy finished for him, smiling as he looked at the other looked at him in bewilderment.

“How much do you know about me?” He asked, shock in his voice but very little accusation. Tommy grinned, taking a handful of popcorn before walking out from behind the counter.

“I have watched every single one of your interviews at least twice.” Tommy explained, throwing a piece of popcorn in his mouth. “You’re cool, it’s really the least I could do.”

“So,” he drifted off again, swaying on his feet with a smile, “Do you wanna hang out some time?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, threw a piece of popcorn at the man’s face and opened the door to the cinema.

“Sure, my shift ends at one tomorrow, don’t be late.”

Wilbur’s smile was so bright Tommy thought he was hallucinating.

“See you then!”

The door swung shut behind him.

—

“So, let me get this straight.” Niki (Tommy’s boss, the one that Karen asked for once the week prior) started, hands pressed together flat in front of her face as she leaned over her desk, Tommy sat in the chair opposite as he hid his smile behind his hand. “Wilbur Soot came to the cinema yesterday and invited you to hang out, so you want to leave work early?”

“I forgot my shift ended at four today and told him it ended at one!” Tommy defended, arms wide as Niki laughed quietly to herself. “Please, I will make up for it at some point this week I swear, Tubbo and Ranboo have it handled!”

“Last time Tubbo was left alone without you he set the popcorn machine on fire.” Niki explained, and to this day Tommy had zero idea why she didn’t sack him for it. “I can’t leave them alone together until at least a month after the incident, it’s policy.”

“But Niki, do you understand how big of a moment this is for me?” Tommy pressed, hands clasped at the back of his head. “My hero has asked to hang out, I can’t cancel on him.”

If anyone would understand, it would be Niki. Sometimes, if she had to cover a shift, Tommy would talk about his favourite things to her purely because she listened. So, she may have heard him ramble on about Wilbur Soot for hours, if he added it all up.

And it seemed he was right, because she sighed, leaning back in her chair with a thoughtful look.

“If you can find someone to cover for you, and make up for the time lost, and prove that you aren’t lying to me to get out of work early, then you can leave at one.” Niki finally told him, and Tommy had never jumped out of his seat faster, rushing around the desk and pulling her into a hug.

“You won’t regret this Niki, I’ll tell you all about it I promise!”

She giggled as he left the room, shouting back, “I expected nothing less!”

Tommy found someone to cover for him in five minutes.

Well, kind of.

“Jack, please, if you cover for my shift today I will do anything to repay you.” Tommy begged him, looking into the bathroom mirror and looking at his crazed eyes.

“What’s happening that’s so important that you’re willing to do anything?” Jack laughed back, but Tommy knew this was no laughing matter.

“Wilbur Soot is happening, Wilbur Soot, Jack, and if you don’t cover for me I will hate you for the rest of my life.” Tommy spat, and the call went silent for a moment.

“If,” Jack started, and Tommy’s hope was flickering, “If you cover my next three shifts, and buy me McDonalds after our next shift together, I’ll cover for you.”

“Deal.” Tommy said immediately, already making a mental note of everything he agreed to doing. An extra three shifts is something he could deal with, and it gave him an excuse for a McDonalds, it’s a win in his books.

“I’ll be there at one.”

“Thank you so much Jack, thank you.”

The man laughed from the other end, and Tommy heard his keys jangling, “Of course man.”

—

Wilbur walked through the doors a few minutes before one, and Tubbo and Ranboo’s jaws dropped.

“Tommy, Tommy,” Ranboo started.

“Yeah?” Tommy asked with a grin.

“That’s Wilbur Soot.” Ranboo pointed out, trying to stay subtle as he poured a drink. “That’s Wilbur Soot, Tommy, how are you so calm.”

The boy hummed, already untying his apron. “I knew he was coming.”

“You knew and you didn’t tell us?” Tubbo whisper-yelled, eyes fierce as he glared at him.

“Well I thought it would be a cool surprise.”

“Hey Tommy.” Wilbur called when he got close enough, smile as bright as it was when Tommy saw him the day before, and the blonde couldn’t help but return it.

“Hey Wilbur, ready to go?” He asked, folding his apron and leaving it on the counter, knowing Jack was bound to walk in at any moment.

“Yeah, are you?” Wilbur returned, looking at the two boys who stood beside Tommy who stared at him as if they’d seen a ghost. “Hi, nice to meet you. Are you Tommy’s friends?”

“Not anymore.” Tubbo mumbled, earning a nudge from Ranboo.

“I’m Ranboo,” the man introduced himself, holding out a hand that Wilbur took with a warm smile, “And this is Tubbo-“

They both turned a little more to Wilbur’s left, to see Tubbo grabbing Tommy’s hair and yelling god knows what at him.

“I’m sorry I wanted to surprise you!”

“You could’ve surprised me when he visited last week.” Tubbo pressed, tugging harder on his hair. “This is so sad, I thought better of you than this.”

Wilbur turned back to Ranboo, finding him much less shocked at the scene. “This happen often?”

The taller scoffed, rolling his eyes. “This is Tubbo on a good day.”

“You fucking prick, I swear to god you will never forget this day.”

“You know,” Wilbur started, leaning against the counter, “I think my brother would like him.”

“You have a brother?” Ranboo asked, and Wilbur paused for a moment, considering the situation for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, his name’s Techno, he’s an author you might’ve heard of him.” Wilbur explained, seeing the flash of realisation on Ranboo’s face before the man smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, Tommy’s mentioned him before I think, not a big reader but he has all of Techno’s.” Ranboo explained, and that seemed like enough for Tommy to find the strength out of Tubbo’s hold, the blonde quickly hitting the back of Ranboo’s head.

“Shut up no I don’t.”

“You do, you were going on and on-“

Another light hit. “No I don’t.” The boy glared at his taller friend for a moment, and Wilbur saw the moment realisation dawned on him, quickly nodding.

“I lied, he doesn’t.”

Tommy hummed, before walking back around the counter. Only then did another door open, and it was the one from the staff rooms. Niki was dressed in her usual work outfit, her hairstyle choice for the day being a bun, her pink hair pulling into it nicely.

Her smile grew when she saw Wilbur, and she immediately made her way to Tommy’s side.

“So you weren’t lying to get time off work.” Niki half laughed, looking at Wilbur for a moment before holding out her hand. “I’m Niki, Tommy’s boss, he got his shifts wrong and was meant to be ending at four today.”

On cue, the main doors to the cinema opened, and in walked Jack, his eyes immediately lighting up.

Only then did Tommy start to notice just how uncomfortable Wilbur was getting, nudging his side and motioning outside.

“Thanks Jack, appreciate you!” Tommy shouted to him, speed walking out of the doors. Wilbur offered a smile, swiftly pushing open the doors and letting the cool autumn air hit his face.

“Well then,” Tommy started as he skipped down the steps, smiling when Wilbur turned to face him, “Where to?”

———

Me when me me me when CRIMEBOYS *runs*

They mean sm to me, you don’t even understand.

Tommy: *omg my hero is here omg omg omg*

Wilbur: *yooooo this kid is really fuckin cool and hilarious i want to befriend him but im too terrified to do so*

Techno: *suck it up and get on with it I wanna meet him*

Btw after the end they go to a cafe, get some coffee, go to a shop and laugh at Techno’s books, and then they go on a drive and listen to music.

Brothers your honour o7

[cornflower-cowboy]

I posted 824 times in 2022

That's 144 more posts than 2021!

59 posts created (7%)

765 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hmslusitania

@lightfiretomypaperwings

@aramblingjay

@arrenemris

@luulapants

I tagged 816 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#i really need a tag for queued posts😬 - 633 posts

#9-1-1 - 96 posts

#evan buckley - 58 posts

#marvel - 52 posts

#eddie diaz - 46 posts

#the witcher - 40 posts

#kasey's anxiety express - 38 posts

#bucky barnes - 38 posts

#op i love this♥️ - 37 posts

#steve rogers - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#its going to be a buddie fic because i havent written one in a while and right now seems like the perfect time to write some sad angst

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Next Logical Step

Harley and Shuri take the next logical step:

Building a potato gun out of vibranium.

This is my entry for the @black-characters-matter-fest prompt #73. You can read it as Harley/Shuri but it’s more Gen.

Short piece included below the line.

Harley figured that it was the next logical step. Between the war, enemies turned allies and weapon upgrades, Shuri needed a project that wasn’t too taxing and actually sounded fun. So she agreed with his assessment. Peter was unfortunately unable to make it, but they had promised to do it again with him.

For now, her attention was on the prototype in front of her.

“Why a potato gun though?” Shuri asked Harley as he loaded up the schematics of the previous potato gun from his tablet to the holo-screen.

“I was ten and needed something to protect me and my sister from intruders. A real gun was out of the question and on of our neighbours had just planted a potato garden,” The boy shrugged, and Shuri shook her head.

“So now you want to make it better?”

“Just imagine if it could different vegetables. Or if it could shoot further.”

“Increase the power and velocity of the projectiles and you turn a simple potato gun into a weapon. We’d also have to account for the size difference of the vegetables,” Shuri said, already drawing up plans. Making a potato gun out of vibranium sounded like the stupidest idea that she ever had but she was tempted.

“Try these,” Harley slid over the digital schematics of an unfinished potato gun.

“Mark 15? Why do you have so many versions?” Shuri asked, taking a look at what she was sent. If she overlaid her plans with the ones in front of her, they would have the gun ready by the end of the day.

“Why not? Things can always be made better.”

“That’s what I said, but my brother doesn’t understand the need for upgrading,” Shuri rolled her eyes.

“No offence to the king, but I saw his shoes. Technological upgrades are the least of his worries,” Harley stage whispered. One of the Dora Milaje smiled for a brief second before schooling her face.

Shuri burst out laughing, thinking of the ‘What are those’ moment she had a few years back. It was a while ago and still her brother’s fashion sense hadn’t improved.

“No offense taken. I’ve also been trying to get him to change he shoes,” she said, catching her breath. Then she pointed at the screen, “Is the overlay good? I thought that we can use vibranium for the outer shell and pistons, then keep the rest a light metal. So –”

“– that it stays lightweight and we can make easy changes without wasting material,” Harley finished, nodding with an impressed look on his face. “This looks really good.”

“Well, anything made with vibranium usually does,” Shuri shrugged.

“Can’t argue that. I saw Bucky Barnes’ arm.”

“That was mostly my brother.”

“Ah, so the whole family is full of geniuses,” Harley joked. “Unfortunately, only the women have a good fashion sense.”

Shuri snorted again before turning back to the computer. They both worked on editing a few sections before they started with the fabrication process. It took them five hours to complete the entire potato gun, both the fabrication and assembly.

“That’s a beautiful gun,” Harley whistled, and Shuri nodded in agreement.

“Please tell me I’m not late,” Peter’s voice echoed through the lab as he made his way down the ramp.

“You missed all the science bits,” Harley shouted back. They hugged before Peter made his way over to hug Shuri. She could see that he was slightly out of breath, meaning he ran the whole way from the hangar to her lab.

“We still have to test it though,” Shuri offered.

“For science, right? We’re testing various vegetables for science,” Peter confirmed, a slightly mischievous glint in his eye.

Harley clapped him on the shoulder and turned to look at the Mark XIIV potato gun on the table, “Of course it’s for science.”

18 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#4

My Heart Will Be Your Home Artwork

I had the pleasure of creating art for @drgrlfriend 's story for the @winterhawk-olympic-bang!

She wrote such an amazing story that I hope you all take the time to check out!

Read it here!

Artwork under the cut:

NB: shirtless guys and minor injury warning

Bucky and his soulmark:

Clint and his soulmark:

See the full post

18 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#3

what for do you yearn?

Summary:

Geralt really didn't mean to fall for a biker. It doesn't help that Cirilla keeps cheering him on from the sidelines. And why do they suddenly own leather jackets?

In which Jaskier is the biker and Geralt is the single father who falls in love with him.

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: Jaskier/Geralt

Square Filled: Biker AU

A/N: @thewitcherbingo

Short piece I wrote under the tag.

I might expand on the story, I don't know...

Geralt wasn’t actually paying attention to the motorcycles as they parked outside the shopping centre. It wasn’t until Cirilla pulled his arm and pointed to them. He looked on in vague interest, scanning them as they all got off their bikes one at a time. Like dominos.

Until his eyes landed on the last person. There was nothing inherently special about the person, except for how out of place they looked. Everyone else was laughing and hanging off each other but that person – that man, Geralt discovered when he removed his helmet – was quiet and looked detached from the group.

Geralt was actually surprised to find that he was the leader, as all the men and women waited until he had passed before following him into the store. Not to mention, that while everyone else had embellishments and spots of colour on their bikes and clothes, the man’s clothes were a plain maroon leather and an equally plain black bike.

Right as he passed Geralt, their eyes met. It wasn’t anything special, but Geralt still felt a tingle down his spine at being noticed.

They held each other’s gaze until the man was gone into the store.

“Do you think they’re bad news?” Ciri asked, snapping Geralt out of what ever daze he had been in.

“Probably not, just because they look bad doesn’t mean that they are,” Geralt answered, placing the rest of their shopping bags into the car.

“I hope that they are, then something will finally happen in this town,” she muttered stepping away from where she was leaning against the trunk. “Maybe they’ll even let me join them. Do you think I’ll look good in a leather jacket?”

“Over my dead, burnt body, Ciri,” Geralt shut that idea down. He knew that once she got too excited about it, he’ll end up spending half his pay check on leather jackets and the other half on a motorcycle. And he was already busy paying for the fencing lessons she took interest in a few months prior.

“No need to take it that far,” she huffed.

Geralt rolled his eyes, “just get into the car.”

Ciri pouted but did as she was told. Her being gone gave Geralt a few minutes to process what had happened earlier. Geralt never stared, not if he didn’t have to, but there was something about that man.

Suddenly Geralt found himself wanting to know more about the mysterious biker leader.

23 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

My first fill for @stucky-week Day 1: Memories. This will be one long work with one chapter for each day. Sometimes with art/moodboards, sometimes with a sneak peak into their life after CATWS.

As well as for @avengersbingo for the fill Reunited

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Reunions; Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Pre-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Other Additional Tags to Be Added; Getting Back Together; Sort of because Bucky doesn't remember; Bucky Barnes Recovering; Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug; Bucky Barnes Feels; Steve Rogers Needs a Hug; Steve Rogers Feels; Art; Sort of? - Freeform; Canon Typical Violence Against Hydra; how is that not a tag?

Chapters: 1/7

Summary:

Steve and Bucky on dealing with the aftermath of CATWS.

Together.

25 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Kasey's AO3 Master List

Note: this will be only of recent and upcoming fics. I don't have the energy to put them all.

Marvel

A Picture's Words, A Person's Story (SpideyPool, 14K, Completed)

Our Love Was Made for Movie Screens (Stucky, 4K, WIP)

Happy Valentine’s Day (ThunderShield, 2K, Completed)

By Fate (Tony/Sam, 4K, Completed)

It Feels Like Coming Home (Stucky, 28K, Completed)

This Was Not on The Brochure (Stucky, 5K, Completed)

I Saw Right Through You (Stucky, 12K, Completed)

9-1-1

This Is For My Mother (Buddie, 29K, Completed)

Unsteady (Christopher Diaz centric, 5k est, Coming Sept hopefully)

He loved you (and it was killing him) (Buddie, TBD, Coming Soon)

Teen Wolf

To Hold My Shaking Hands (Petopher, 3.4K, Completed)

To Run In To Your Arms (Steter, 11K, Completed)

Between The End and Where We Lie (Jordan/Kira, 20ish, Coming Soon)

Witcher

We'll Get Better (Geraskier, 4.5K, Completed)

what for d'you yearn? (Geraskier, TBD, TBD)

Halo

The Weight of Their Sins (Is the Guilt I Carry) (Gen, 1.2K, Completed)

The Battles We've Fought (Gen, TBD, TBD)

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Hopefully I'll remember to update this as things happen. For now, you can check me out here for all my other fics.

40 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

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[badassxbirdy]

August Activity Update - Pinned Post

It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brain fog strikes. There was no update posted last month, so this one includes replies from 1st June to 1st August, as well as things in the queue or drafts as of today's date (5th August). Everything else can be found in previous updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Tyler on Discord for IC texting. Username is the same as her url.

The full activity update (along with OOC housekeeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

Now onto the update!

OOC Housekeeping:

I’ve been making some changes to the way I use rpthreadtracker. If we interact regularly, have quite a few threads going, or we’re interacting across multiple blogs, you should have been sent a link that shows only our interactions. Click here for the post regarding that.

I'm probably going to go through the queue in the next couple of days, and just yeet the next round of replies out onto the dash. RIP your dash when I suddenly take over it.

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

(in alphabetical order by username)

@astormymind

Library ghost with Finn (link)

On the train with Maze (queued)

@demcnsinmymind

Ty gives Lance a haircut (queued)

Doctor/nurse Ty is in the house! (link)

Lance’s rep. (link)

Ty's demon 'friend' is so screwed. 😂 (link)

Taking Lance on a hunt. (queued)

Azzy proves a point (drafted, but almost done!)

Car trouble (drafted)

@demonstigma

Nosy Tyler is nosy (queued)

@derschwarzeengel

Charmed AU (queued)

Judging 50 shades (link)

Damon actually opens up! 😱 (drafted)

Sick!Ty = sulking!Ty (link)

@florafound

"Hold still, I'm trying to help!" (queued)

@innerwar

“You probably shouldn’t drink the tap water.” with Baily (queued)

@kingofthewebxxx

"I'm so hungry, have any suggestions?" (link)

@loyaltyguided

Ocean hedgehogs/blaming Michael. (queued)

@magaprima

Demon problems part 2: electric boogaloo (link)

@nightiingaled

Proteus is concerned. (link)

Eli being his adorable self. (link)

@omnipotenceisoverrated

"This whole thing seems incredibly cliché, don't you think? (link)

@sugarandwhiskey

Dumbass teens and cannibal teacher ghosts. (link)

@timelxrd-victorious

Ty meets the doctor. (drafted)

@vreeshim

Thank you for the starter! It's drafted, and I'll reply asap. ❤️

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

Thread commentaries, featuring Ty's demon/Marbas about to get wrecked. 😂 (link)

Tyler needs a warning label (link)

The youtube algorithm knows too much. (link)

👌/'subtle hints' with Lance. 😂 (link)

No romo. (link)

Dash game: 9 movies that I could watch 500 times. (link)

Attention fellow Brits: Americans think frowning is something you do with your mouth, NOT your eyebrows. My flabbers are gasted. (link)

A very important disco boi at Pride. YOU'RE WELCOME. (link)

I think that’s everything, but as always, please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I am either having a brain fart or I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and stay safe! ❤️ — Em

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (4)

In which he just can't help himself.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, Blood Donor!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), strangers to lovers, blood (duh)

Additional Chapter Warnings: jk drinks her blood, confessions, a bit suggestive, slight angst but it's really tiny

Chapter Length: mid/long

A/N: this post is queued. You can send in asks, but they won't be answered until I'm back ^-^"

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When he turns to lay on his side, you're there.

Cuddled up to him so softly he can barely feel it, your scent faintly hitting him as he wraps his arms around you without wasting any thought on the action at all. He doesn't question it- you're here, thats all he wants, all he needs, all he craves.

You've been a little under the weather these past few days. He's offered to help you with whatever you might need- though he's surely not in his top-shape. Since you're sick, you can't donate, and with none of your blood at the bank, he'd extended his next appointment to the date where you'd be able to provide again.

He doesnt want just anybody. He wants you.

You don't know that however. All you know is that your headache is finally gone, your body finally well, and Jungkook next to you-

Wait.

Your eyes shoot open as you realize you've been camping at his apartment for days now- having invaded his privacy and forced him to take care of your sorry ass. Oh god- that's not what you hoped the first sleepover would be like at all. You're so whiny when you're sick, you can't believe you'd let him witness that. "hey." he suddenly asks, and you notice his eyes on you- sleepy, but definitely focusing on you. "feeling better?" he asks, and you nod, making him chuckle. Something about him though- seems off.

He's a little pale, more than usual- breathing slow, and his body doesn't seem to hold as much tension it naturally does.

"what about you?" you wonder, and his eyes widen questioningly. "you seem tired."

"I just woke up." he jokes, and you playfully hit him.

"no, you seem.. I don't know. I'm sorry if I kept you all up and running for me. I don't even know why I-" you start, but he shakes his head.

"no no, it's fine. Everyone gets sick once in a while, it's normal." he says. "and I'm glad you let me take care of you." he slurs a little, before turning onto his back, rubbing his eyes. "ugh, can you shut the curtains for me maybe?" he asks, hands on his eyes, and you nod, doing so immediately. "thanks."

"do you need anything?" you wonder, and his breathing stops a little because yes, he needs you- but he also has some self control.

"it's fine." he says instead. "but.. maybe it's best if you.. Leave." he bitterly brings out. "not because I don't want you here, don't think I'm kicking you out-" he chuckles, looking at you. "but uhm.. I'm having, you know, blood related problems right now." he jokes. "and you being my favourite type isn't making it any better." he laughs, making you look at him surprised.

"I'm-?" you wonder, before looking at your bracelet. "you're the guy who always asks for my type?" you wonder, and he shrugs, before nodding. "that's why you didn't feed? Jungkook that's dangerous!" you scold. "And illegal-"

"I asked for some stretch, don't worry I'm not committing a crime baby." he laughs, while you're not convinced. You let the pet name slide for the moment- he's probably just joking anyways.

"how're you gonna get to the bank now though?" you worry. "there's no way you can just walk over in that state." you say, and he shrugs.

"I'll figure it out." he says, swallowing down because you really need to leave.

"what if.." you meekly start, standing in his bedroom fiddling with your fingers. "what if you fed from me? Like, maybe I could-"

"no." he sternly says. "I'll wait until you've donated again."

"but- I want to!" you stubbornly say. "You won't hurt me- you love me!" you joke, sitting on the bed- and to your surprise, he rolls over, close to you- wrapping his arms around your middle, head buried in your stomach.

"I do." he confesses, all muffled into your sweater. "that's why I can't." he clarifies, and your hand almost instinctively finds it's way onto his head, fingers running through his hair.

"and I'm saying because I love you, I want you to." you say, and he holds you a bit tighter.

This isn't how he'd wanted this to go. Not him being desperate and a slave to his needs, he wanted to be all romantic like in all those movies he'd watched. This isn't fair at all. But once you see his muscles tremble, you become more stern. "Jungkookie.." you urge, and he detaches himself slowly- before you lay down, holding out your arms for him. "hm?" you wonder, and he swallows again.

"I.." he starts, eyes averting. "I've never done that before." he confesses, and you snort.

"it's fine being a virgin kook." you joke, and his eyes sharpen at that stab you make, ego scratched and ready to take on a challenge that's not even there. "trust me, you won't be worse than that time I've done it before." you laugh, though he becomes serious at that.

"what do you mean?" he asks, and you shrug, not looking at him anymore.

"I know you won't treat me like.. well, a free meal." you say, and he leans down to press his lips carefully against yours.

"never." he whispers against them, before he kisses you again- taking his time, even though his headache is getting pretty bad. He can feel his heart pumping slow and harsh, but he refuses to just give into his desires without even giving you any form of affection in return. You're being so selfless right now, it's only fair for him to do the same.

His hands hold yours as his lips travel to the side of your neck- pulse warm and steady, way quicker than his own weakened one. He's careful to place one of his sharper fangs into your skin- the bite he makes tender, careful, not at all filled with the desperation you've experienced in the past. He doesn't know that he bites right where your ex had done it- he doesn't know that he's basically erasing the last mark and trace of your past, starting a new chapter that's already looking a lot brighter.

Meanwhile Jungkooks head is empty.

He can't help the needy sounds escaping him as his mouth fills with your blood- senses overloaded by you, you, and nothing else. His hold on your hands is a little tighter now, his breathing picking up as he satisfies his craving. One of his hands leaves yours for a second, grabbing onto the material of his t-shirt, before he pulls it over his head, holding it to the small puncture wound on your neck. "hold it, I'll be right back." he says breathlessly, uncaring of a little bit of red staining the side of his lips. He sways a bit as he gets up too quickly it seems, giggling to himself when he stumbles over his feet on the way into the bathroom to fetch a bandaid. When he later on puts it onto your little wound, he's got his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek in concentration, thoughts hazy and distant as he struggles to put it on properly. You laugh when he pouts childishly when it's a slight bit tilted- slapping his hand away when he tries to remove it and do it again.

"noo it looks all crooked!" he whines, and you laugh, because he's just so ridiculous. Sitting there with no shirt, toned body and full of tattoos, but complaining like a child that's failed to draw something well enough to have it hung on the fridge. "it needs to be pretty." he mumbles, before he dashes forward, hugging you close. "like you." he chuckles, nuzzling his face into your chest, making you laugh.

"are you always like that afterwards?" you giggle. "I've never seen someone so cute during their high." you say, and he grins at you, before kissing your cheek.

"I'm cute because, and,-" he drifts off, looking at you for a moment. "do you think we can order something to eat?" he asks, resting his face on your chest. "I'm hungry. I want to have pork belly now- you eat that too right?" he asks, and you laugh, nodding.

"but let's take a nap first, clear your thoughts." you say. "you're all fluffy in the head, let's calm down first."

"you liked my kiss right?" he asks. "I thought it was good timing- it was right? It was like in those dramas.." he rambles, drifting off as he becomes tired.

You just hum a reply, running your fingers through his hair while he falls asleep-

You yourself following soon after.

[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 12

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, dom!seokmin, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, masturbation, lots of sexual frustration teehee ❤️‍🔥, mentions of choking!kink, annoyed?frustrated?seokmin, a bigger mess heh kjfksd Oh boy! 😛 Yeehaw everyone, welcome to Friday 🥂 Very excited very excited~ I will be posting an updated schedule on Sunday btw!! It’s just going to be temporary but I will be changing it for a little bit to give myself a bit of a break 🥺💕 Kinda going thru a bit of a moment so I think I need to lessen the load for a minute~! As always thank you so much for your continued support and love with ND 😭💕It means so much to me during all this time~ I will be answering inbox msgs tmr but for now enjoy ch 12! I love you and have a safe weekend! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - ?

*queued post.

You can’t help but stare at every male that passes by you on campus the next day on your way to meet Seokmin - finally glad to be able to have a fitting with him after what felt like ages.

“Hey, watch where you’re—oof!”

“Fuck, sorry–”

A gasp leaves your lips as you peer up at the person who you’ve ran into; a sheepish smile on your face when you realize it’s Seokmin.

“Whoa, wait, was your hair always that dark?”

“Huh? I mean, I redyed it black recently for the musical? They asked me to so I kinda had to.”

“Oh... Huh.”

The two of you stare at each other for a second longer before he’s smiling and ushering you forward so that the two of you can walk together to the costuming department on campus.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in a good minute - I don’t even remember what you look like anymore~” He comments jokingly; heart doing a flip when you pout back at him.

“Hey, I could say the same! I haven't seen you for a few days and I feel like there’s so much different about you! What else about you changed, huh? Am I going to have to resize all your costumes too?”

“If it means we get to spend more time together, I wouldn’t mind~”

Your cheeks are warm, palms clammy as you avoid his teasing stare.

“S–shut up, weirdo!”

The two of you settle in as always; easy conversations held between the two of you as you re-measure and re-pin parts of his costume that seemed to fit differently on him now.

“You were joking but I really do have to fix some of these, Seokmin!”

“Sorry! Jihoon-hyung coerced me to go to the gym with him and I guess it–it must’ve done something… I didn’t mean to make you do extra work…” He pouts at you as you sigh jokingly - fingers reaching for another pin as he stands on the raised platform in the middle of the curved mirrors.

He had gone to the gym a few times with Jihoon in between his busy schedule; somehow feeling obliged to go with the older male.

“Don’t apologize, it’s fine~ It’s what my job is, right? It’s not like it’s hard either - it’s just adjusting and letting out some of the fabric. And–and anyway, it–it probably would look great for the character you’re portraying so...”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you continue to work but it’s Seokmin’s lips that itch to say something when you step away to collect more materials.

“So… How have you been lately? Busy?”

“Hmm? Um, not–not particularly? It’s, uh, kind of b-been quiet I guess…” Mumbling, you turn away from him so that he can’t see the flustered look on your face when you remember the events of the previous night.

It’d been hard to sleep and even harder to get up in the morning when the contents of your dreams also contained snippets of what’d happened - but Seokmin didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, that’s… good? Not too stressful then? I feel like we kind of had a lot on our plate for a bit there.” He smiles at your back, soft and gentle even when you can’t see it.

You almost want to laugh but you keep it inside; nodding as you turn back to him.

“Yeah, I–I’ve been trying to be better with managing... that. How about you?”

He hums as you step closer, eyeing the box of pins you have in your hand before he peers up and into the mirror to take a look at himself. “Me–me too. I’m really excited for the musical to start, to be honest… I think it’ll be a good thing. It’ll probably get my head focused on other stuff... And it’ll get Soonyoung-hyung to stop dragging me to frat parties. I think my liver is going to give out.”

“Maybe all the chaos will be a good, different kind~”

The two of you share a laugh before you’re gesturing for Seokmin to turn - only for him to trip on his own feet and start falling off of the raised platform.

“Oh, fuck—”

“Seokmin…!”

The breath is knocked out of you and the box of pins in your hand goes flying as Seokmin’s body comes crashing into yours; the cold mirror meeting your back when he pushes you up against it.

His hands are on either side of your head and his right leg is caged in between your own as his chest meets yours.

“Ow… fuck…”

Letting out a groan, you open your eyes to meet Seokmin’s chest before your eyes dart up to meet his own surprised expression.

“I–um–”

“Are—are you okay? I’m s-sorry I–I’m so clumsy… I tripped on my own foot, for fuck’s sake...”

His breath is barely above a whisper as you gulp; his scent intoxicating as he keeps you caged against the mirror.

“I, y-yeah, I’m… okay. Just—I think I hit my head on the mirror when—when you fell on me…”

Dirty images of Seokmin fucking you against the mirrors flit through your mind in an instant as you grimace.

Stop that, you tell yourself.

Except Seokmin fares no better.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You looked really hurt for a second there…”

“Ah, yeah, ha–haha, just… just felt a little weird… I think I hit my head pretty hard...”

“Let me see.”

Seokmin doesn’t wait for you at all before his hands are threading through your hair - checking to make sure there weren’t any bumps or cuts from where you’d hit your head against the glass.

And you try to keep the moans in when you bite down on your bottom lip; careful to not draw blood when his fingertips start to massage your scalp in a way that has your eyes wanting to roll to the back of your head.

“Ngh… Mmnh…”

Your eyes are wide as saucers as Seokmin pauses. “I—sorry, that–that felt nice, but I–I think I’m okay now, though… We–we should finish the fitting before it gets late, um, ‘cause you have somewhere to be after this, right? Musical rehearsals?”

Seokmin gulps; quietly committing to memory how sweet your voice just sounded only moments prior.

“Y–yeah, okay, that–that sounds good! I probably shouldn’t be late!”

It was criminal how easily he made you cum.

Filthy words and dirty promises making you tip over the edge over and over until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh? And a brat like you is gonna give me orders? Your dumb ‘lil cunt can’t even hold back an orgasm just hearing my voice. Tsk, so pathetic.”

You hold the vibrator firm against your clit as your other hand flies across the keyboard as quickly as you can type.

b@d_dream: needa cxum

b@d_dream: cum

“See? You’re just an easy cumslut for me, aren’t you?” Seokmin licks his lips, leaning closer into his mic as he stares off into the distance.

It’d gotten easier since he realized he didn’t need to be on camera to have people interested in him. 

The dirty thoughts in his head coming out naturally as he jerked himself off.

“Make that pussy cum for me, princess. I know you want to.”

And it’d been one measly little moment with you earlier in the day that had him frustrated beyond belief - almost unable to even pay attention when he had a meeting with the staff during rehearsals.

Anonymous498543: you seem so different tonight… but like good… different

User8492357: you seem mad? Its so hot

Anonymous0473947: please punish me

“Do I seem upset? Hah, I wouldn’t say that, necessarily~ Let’s just say I had a bit of a long day and thought I’d take it out on my dirty ‘lil cockslut. Afterall, that’s why you’re here, right? To make me feel good? You like making me happy, right, princess?”

The comments and donations are flying across the screen as he laughs cruelly; the sound of his slicked hand loud enough for the mic to catch as you let out a cry when you cum for the umpteenth time - fingers trembling and soaked with your wetness as you ride out the pleasure.

Except this time, the person that you’re imagining is Seokmin; the position he’d had you in earlier making your toes curl when you imagine him kissing you and fucking you right up against the mirror he had you pressed up against.

“Ngh, fuck, fuck, fuck, s–stop…” You mutter to yourself.

But the pleasure doesn’t stop as you continue to cum; toy firm against your clit as you grind against it.

“Oho~ My, my, did I really just make $8,000 in donations? You’re too kind~”

He lets out a groan as his grip on his cock tightens, “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to cum so bad… I’ve been holding off but I can’t stop thinking about wrapping my fingers around your pretty neck… While I make you watch yourself in the mirror.”

A gasp leaves your lips as you freeze - a buzz in your body making a rush of wetness drip and soak the chair underneath you.

“I want you to see how fucked out you look when I’m pounding your pretty ‘lil cunt and choking that pretty throat of yours too… That desperate expression when I make you work for your orgasm~”

He pauses, licking his lips as he lets out a frustrated scoff. 

“I want you to see your pretty face when I ruin you~”

Your mouth is dry and open in shock at Dokyeom’s sudden roughness but the frustrations from your day almost seem to match his own as you shrug off his complete switch in nature.

After all, he’d already gotten you to cum multiple times in one night and you weren’t complaining.

b@d_dream: cum

b@d_dream: please 

You hear him let out a sultry moan and now you’re more focused on him cumming than reaching another orgasm as the comments that follow your own mimic your sentiments exactly.

And Dokyeom doesn’t need to see any more before he’s cumming hard - streaks of cum painting his naked chest and hand as he growls and rides out the pleasure.

Mental images floating through his mind and making him sigh frustratedly in the midst of his high.

He had to do something else.

You fall asleep soon after - the tiredness of your multiple orgasms lulling you to sleep easily for once as you ease into a dreamless sleep.

But what you miss is Dokyeom sending you a handful of messages in that time; each one seemingly panicked and frustrated.

Dokyeom: sorry I know this is out of nowhere

Dokyeom: but I really want to meet you

Dokyeom: I feel like I’m going crazy not knowing who you are 

Dokyeom: I keep thinking about you and idk

Dokyeom: I don’t want to say its weird but I feel like my head is all mixed up

Dokyeom: can we just meet for coffee and if you hate me we don’t have to meet again

Dokyeom: I feel like I’m getting so confused over how I feel, but not in a bad way?

Dokyeom: Sorry I’m rambling

Dokyeom: let me know if you have the time 

Dokyeom: I’ll give you a time and place if you want to meet me