#THE WORLD WAS SO MUCH BETTER WITH ENOI

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OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKINFFNNXBX FUCK ME THIS THIS THSO THIS BIG BRAIN MOEMTN THIS IS MY TOO NUT THIS IS MY FAV KINK YES I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE PRETTY OLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP AJSSJJDHDJDJHDBDHGDUFHCHCB

I recognize and acknowledge that the RAYS fandom is dust BUT is there anyone out there. Any singular person who wants a dom!Yeongtae college fic with a sub!reader which would include light degradation, safe words, pet names: baby, love, pet; derogoratory names: slut, my little you, fucksleeve…; impact play, definitely some dacryphilia like it’ll be sweet too but overall just really really dirty

For context: the man in question

[tenkoscumslut]

bakugou x reader (angst + fluff +angst)

so um this is based of off Heather bc im in my feels 

I also don’t ship Uraraka and Bakugou, but in this they are together

enoy~

You had the biggest crush on your classmate Bakugou Katsuki, he was perfect in your eyes, his hair, his eyes, his personality, and that possessiveness he carries around.

That night, the 3rd of december, he had pushed you into a pond drenching your newly bought sweater, “BAKKKAAAA!!!”, you whined and sat up in the pond.  He just kept laughing, if it weren’t for his mother, he probably would’ve let you walk home completely soaked, but the aggressively kind woman forced him to give you some spare clothes.

He had given you his sweater, it was to big on you, but it fit perfectly in your eyes.  It smelled of carmel and a hint of ash, you flopped onto his bed and grinned pulling out your phone, ready to start playing among us.

“You can keep the sweater”, he said around 3 in the morning, empty monster cans from your bag laid upon the nightstand next to his bed, “Really?”, I asked with a slight hopefulness.

“Yeah, it looks better on you anyways”, he replied, that sent a huge blush to your cheeks, and you chose not to respond and just accept the sweater.

+++

Now you were leaning across your desk to talk to Bakugou.  “Mhh but So-”, you were about to finish your sentence when a girl with brown hair came running down the aisle, out of the corner of your eye, you could see Bakugou.

You could hear your heart shatter when you turned your head completely.  It was like your entire world stopped, and all you could see was his expression, a small blush had creeped to his cheeks, his eyes were wide, like he was witnessing a true goddess.

But to be honest, you couldn’t blame him, what a sight for sore eyes, huh?.  She ran up to the kid named Izuku and started to rant on about something both of us couldn’t hear.

He looked over to continue your conversation but was startled to see you walking out of the class.  You didn’t want him to see you crying, he liked it when you put on a mask, but this time you couldn’t hold it up for him.

+++

You sat in the bathroom, the razor in your pocket was so tempting, nobody would know, right?....right.

+++

The next week you were at the mall, your usual place to hang out with Bakugou, you remember when you were kids he would work to get you a boba, and claim when he was old enough, he’d marry you.  A sad smile appeared to your face, know he wasn’t going to, you knew that, though you hopped he might.

Know you saw him, she was wearing a tank top and shorts while he wore a t-shirt and long pants, he hand was wrapped around his waist, and his arm was wrapped around her shoulder, a wide grin on her face, and boba was in her hand.

How stupid you were.

You thought he cared about you.

“Hey, Y/N”, his voice snapped you back to the moment, you raised your eyes to see him in front of you with Ochaco, “U-Um yeah?”, you greeted him, like he was asking you for something.  “Can I have my sweater back?”, his voice was so cool about this.

“Oh...”, you mumbled, looking down to still see it on you, “...sure”, you replied and took it off, you wore a t-shirt he gave you for your birthday, a small skull was on the back of the shirt.  He grinned and handed Ochaco the sweatshirt, you could feel your chest tightening.  Your ticks were coming back indicating an anxiety attack was going to overcome your body.

You needed to get out.

+++

Months had passed, you had learned how to get over the fact you wouldn’t be with your soulmate, for he didn’t share the same feelings with you.

Though that didn’t stop your old habits from re appearing.

“Yeah, Ochaco and I are going through some problems”, Bakugou groaned running his fingers through his hair.  You couldn’t stand that girl anymore, she was constantly bossing him around, you wanted Katsuki happy, and he wouldn’t be happy with you or her, he needed to move on.

Though you still wished he loved you.

“Y/N!”, your mother screeched from downstairs.  You jumped by the sudden loud noise, “Yeah mama?”, you called back softly, “Get your ass down here now”, she shouted.  You looked at Bakugou before leaving the room and walking down to your mom.

There was a paper, along with a box, she was standing there, a mix of concern and rage burned in her eyes, “What the fuck is this?!”, she hissed and motioned to the box and paper.  You stared at her confused, you opened the box, showing the newly stained razors, “You told me you stopped”, she snapped.

“I-I did!”, you exclaimed a lie, “Show me your wrist”, she hissed, I hesitated before reaching my arm out, new scars were barley healed on her wrist, she covered her mouth with her hand, her other hand was on the counter supporting her.

“I-”, she spoke softly tears brimming in her eyes, “Did....is that the only place?”, she asked, I shook my head in shame, “Where?”, she croaked out.  I lifted my shirt to show the scars running along my stomach and my inner thighs.

You could tell she was on the verge of fainting.  “M-Mama, sit down”, you exclaimed and quickly pushed her into the chair.  She ran fingers through her hair, “You were so happy”, she croaked, “what am I doing wrong?”.

“nothing mama”, you mumbled.

+++

You had gotten rid of all the razors, and actually tried in a love life.  You were going on a date this evening, you had fully gotten past Bakugou, who recently broken up with Ochaco.

In fact, you had actually managed to completely shut him out of your life, he was abusive, and an aggressive kid who needed to sort his priorities out.  Maybe you would reconsider your friendship with him after he learns how to control himself.

You glanced over at Shoto who was scribbling on a paper, you tilted your head in confusion, right now you wore his hoodie, which was so comfortable and warm,a nd it smelled just like him.

Little did you know your ex best friend was glaring red eyes into the back of your head, god how was he so fucking selfish.

He loved you, so much, and not in a friend or sibling type of way.  He loved you, and when you cut him off, it felt like you were actually cutting him.  Both him and Ochaco agreed that they didn’t love each other, and during the process of the break up he pushed you away.

Shoto handed you the small piece of paper which wrote, “Do you think Mr. Aizawa would turn into a cocoon if he stayed in his sleeping bag for to long?”.  Y/N giggled lightly, Shoto was amazing, he was so nice, you grabbed a pen from your bag and wrote, “You wanna test that theory?”.

You handed the note back to him with a smile, the same smile you gave him, he thought that smile was reserved for him and him only.  But he guessed wrong.  All those things that you thought were for you, weren’t, and though you didn’t intend to hurt him at all, he finally received a taste of his own medicine.

+++

You wore an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath, you had just gotten out of the shower, and you were currently blowing drying your hair.  You looked so pretty, and as soon as you were finished you started to put on a little bit of make up.

The doorbell to your home rang, you dashed downstairs, it was a bit early for Shoto to be hair, but you weren’t complaining.  You opened the door eagerly, but the energy was removed from you when you saw Katsuki.

“T-tsuki?”, you asked softly.  “Look Y/N I-....god I shouldn’t have-....are you busy tonight?”, he was trying to figure out how to put his emotions into words to no use.

“Oh um, i’m actually going out with Sho tonight”, you mumbled and smiled softly, “Maybe next week”...

He knew he would never have you

You were slipping out of his hands 

You could do so much more without the weight of him on your shoulders

And he respected that

He just wants you to know

No matter what you do

Or who you end up becoming

He will always love you

And support you

Your his soulmate after all

. . .

[lettersofwrittencollective]

Majesty

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader (unrequited?)

Square Filled: "Though I love Your Majesty and I’m loyal to you, in every way, I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness" "well you're going to have to"

Word Count: 3909

Tags/ Warnings:

Rating: 18+

Prompt: "Though I love Your Majesty and I’m loyal to you, in every way, I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness" "well you're going to have to"

Summary:   You're meant to find someone... to settle down to ensure the future of your kingdom and your father knows exactly who it is that catches your eye.

A/N: Well this is a new spot for them. Alright, so this is my first entry for @spnquotebingo and will actually be the only "Official" entry for the round. The last year has not been kind to my emotional and mental health and then when it did get better... well I hope you enoy

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You sat down next to your mother as the party around you continued.

The action was met with a raised eyebrow and you had to offer her a soft smile. It had been a long day and while you wanted to curl up and go to bed - you knew that there wsas nothing that you could do about it at this point and time.

After all, you were expected to at least try and dance with each of the damned bastards that were here for your hand. You couldn’t help the mental snort at the thought.

They weren’t here for your hand. They didn’t care one way or the other about you…. No, the only thing that they cared about was your fathers lands and the title that came along with marrying you.

“Hello darling”

Well… almost everyone.

You could feel your lips pulling upwards into a smile as you turned to look at the dazzling green eyes that you had gotten lost in for years.

As the eldest son of a prominent Archduke in your fathers lands, it hadn’t been much of a surprise when the Archduke and Archduchess had managed to gain your fathers favor and send the young noble to live with your family and learn from your tutors.

Not to mention the ones that the Archduchess had insisted that her precious son had, tutors that taught him how to rule his fathers lands and how to do such things like fencing and battle strategies.

At first, it had driven you absolutely insane - the idea thatjust because you hadn’t been lucky enough to be born a boy- you weren’t taught these same things. You weren’t taught how to drive your sword in to an enemies chest or how to move around troops so that they could, and would, do your bidding in a battle that would bring honor to your home and would keep any enemies from thinking that they could stand against your family.

That was until the green eyed boy in front of you figured out that you weren’t being taugh the same things..

Dean had rallied against the idea that you couldn’t get the same information that he had gotten. He’d even argued with your mother and father about it, tempting fate in a way that you would forevermore appreciate him for.

Thankfully, they had agreed with him.

To this day, you don’t know if it was because of the conversation that he’d had with them or if your parents had genuinely wanted you to learn things but either way, those tutors had been directed your way and they had taught you the same things that they had taught Dean.

Additionally, you were still taught about the local charities that the church supported and all the “typical” feminine things.

If you had to do another thing of needlepoint you may just very well end up murdering a man or two.

“So what do you say to a few turns on the dancefloor?” he asks as he offers you his hand.

You can feel your heart flutter in your chest for just a moment before you nod. You’d be the worlds biggest fool to pretend You don’t know why you’ve been reacting to him this way but well… you’re no fool.

You’re aware of Dean's beauty. Of how he is perhaps one of the most perfect creatures that God has ever created - physically.

Even with his bow legged walk… it just made it easier for him to ride and be able to lead his troops in battle.

Placing your hand in his, you allow him to pull you towards him.

The two of you are dancing across the floor. You can feel the eyes of the rest of the court on the two of you.

A part of you wanted to lean into Dean. To allow yourself to get lost in him the way that you had seen your mother get lost in your father so many times before.

The thing was, Dean’s family wasn’t actually royalty… Not in the way that mattered to the small minded people in the courts. No… they were the nouveau royalty. Their title having been granted to them because one of his Great-Great-Grandfathers had been a stable boy that had somehow managed to overhear plans for a plot to overthrow one of your Great-Great-Grandfathers.

The thing was that not enough time had passed… not enough had been forgotten and the rest of the court very well remembered who the Archduke of Winchester and his family were.

Where they came from.

And as a princess… well you were chosen by God Almighty and that meant that your father would likely never agree to the two of you being together.

Trying not to think too much about that particular fact, you continued the dance. The warmth of his palm against yours was comforting in the way it had always been. His arm against yours was the closest you would ever be able to get to him and you weren unsure how your heart felt about it.

Not that you had the luxury of being allowed to follow your heart in any real way. No, you had an entire country to worry about.

Every decision you made would directly effect them… would change their lives either for the positive of the negative and while you knew what you wanted… you know you can never have it.

“May I?” comes a voice and you’re forced to take a half step backwards as you meet the golden eyes of a man you vaguely recognized. You knew that he was one of your fathers choices but you could not recall his name to save your life.

But… you know your role.

Stepping away from Dean, he bows to you and you offer a curtsey in return.

“James,” the man offers you

Curtseying, you offer him your hand and he begins to lead you across the dancefloor. Out of the corner of your eye you can se see Dean dancing with some of the ladies of the court.

You try to stamp down the jealousy that you can feel in your gut but must not do a very good job at disguising your face because James offers you a raised eyebrow, “Is everything alright your Highness?”

Embarrassed at having been caught, you are tempted to duck your head but your mothers voice echoes in your ears, “Never allow a man any kind of control over you. The moment they suspect a weakness they will try to destroy you.”

So you merely plaster a smile on your face and make sure your voice is soft when you respond, “Perfectly fine good Sir, I’ve been dancing for so long today that I could tell I was about to misstep and did not want to step on your foot, that is all.”

You could tell that he didn’t believe you but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of anything more.

The two of you continued to dance, it wasn’t long before the song itself finished and you were pulled to the next dance partner.

That was how the night went, once dance after the other and you kept going, you kept being passed from one set of arms to the other but you did not find that any of the arms that you were in could make your heart beat any faster.

Not the way that Dean Winchester could.

The next morning found you sitting in court with your mother and father. You listened to the way that each and every person that came to them wanted something. Needed something.

It was normal, really, when you took into account the way that your family had to care for the others.

After all, it was the utmost importance that you, as their leaders, cared for them and watched over them in a way to ensure not only their happiness but their prosperity.

After all, as your father would say, a kingdom was only as prosperous as their people were.

You listed, with rapt attention, as your father, the King, worked out different types of agreements for the different people that came into his court. From disputes over who’s turn it was to do something tho disputes over land, crops and livestock - your father sat through each of these requests and while some received an immediate ruling there were others that he would look further into.

As the day went on, there were - eventually- women who came in with problems that they were asking your family to speak into. Normally, your mother would handle these in her own council but this time, it seemed, that your father wanted them handled with his.

A moment later, you were grateful that you had been paying attention so closely when your fathers voice echoed, “The Princess well pass judgement.”

You could feel your heart beat picking up as a million eyes turned in your direction. You tried your best to keep your breathing steady so that no one would know.

A child… a child’s future was in the balance.

You looked between the two women, and you found that you weren’t sure what the best answer would be. Your nerves began to turn into tendrils of terror and though you tried you could feel your breathing picking up.

Your hands began to feel clammy and before you realized it, you were on your feet. You were going to rush out of the room, you could feel your feet itching to run as your gaze flicked across the room.

Locking eyes with Dean, however, you’re reminded that this is your place. This is what you were born for.

Turning back to the women, you think about what information you know. You think about what each of them has brought to the table and how they plan on working for the childs future before you give your ruling.

You can watch as one of the womens faces visibly falls, wanting the child to begin working for the family sooner rathern than continuing their education in what will eventually become an invaluable asset to the family. From the corner of your eye, you can see your father nodding his approval.

Almost a month later, you had sat in at least a dozen more of these meetings with your mother and father. Decisions for some of the women falling to you or your mother, each different and, at first, when you were unsure if you could do this, Dean was always there. He always made you remember that this was what you were meant to do.

It’s as you’re walking past your fathers library, on your way to visit him, that his voice catches your attention.

It’s his, test me on this and you won’t like the results voice which you have only ever heard from him a handful of times, “You will leave and you will forget her.”

You didn’t want to get involved, sure that your father was sending away one of the courtiers but then your father said the words that made your blood freeze, “I mean in Dean, don’t give me that look - you have to forget her.”

“Though I love Your Majesty and I’m loyal to you, in every way, I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness,” Dean’s voice is cold and you can hear the way that he’s trying to hide his your emotions

“ Well, you’re going to have to,” your father, the King, replied, his voice colder than you had ever heard it, “She won’t ever be what she needs to be if she can’t seem to get over you.”

Your heart stopped as you heard your father.

It wasn’t true…

It couldn’t be true.

He couldn’t be sending Dean away…not now.. You had spent year after year, day after day withhim and you couldn’t imagine a moment when he wasn’t a part of your life.

You had to take a moment and try to collect yourself, deep steadying breaths as you tried to figure out what exactly you would do if Dean left… how would you fien a way to survive?

Before you realized it you were somewhere else entirely… a part of the castle that you rarely visited… a tower that you hadn’t realized even existed and the only sounds you could hear was a screaming echo…

It took you a moment to realize it was your echo in the room..

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Posted 28 February 2022

[shadowen]

On your series “All Stories Have Monsters”, you have an interesting, unique take on Joe and Nicky and their dynamic, with you exploring a Nicky free to stray and do as he whishes and a Joe who conveniently only has eyes for Nicky. And it hurts my heart to imagine Joe in such a seemingly unbalanced, unequal relationship. In this ‘verse Joe comes across as this almost otherworldly man, locked in the role of the perfect partner, endlessly selfless, willing to share Nicky with anyone Nicky may desire / love while Joe remains faithfully devoted, his world revolving around Nicky (and Nicky only), “incapable” (???) of falling in love with anyone else, not having other lovers to turn to like Nicky does. It’s such an advantageous / favorable situation for Nicky, with Joe making all the concessions without clear reciprocity and only Nicky reaping the benefits / rewards of their open arrangement, besides never having to guess at Joe’s loyalty, never having to share whatever there is of Joe’s affection / desire / thoughts and feelings, never having to face any man / woman who would challenge him for Joe’s love.

Ok, so, I understand where you’re coming from, and part of this critique is completely valid. You’re right to call out that I’ve centered Nicky a lot in that series, at the expense of exploring Joe’s perspective. That’s something I’ve been thinking about, recently, and something I will try to do better about in my fic in general.

As for the rest of this... I think you meant this comment as a good-faith expression of your thoughts about this series, and I appreciate that. I’m going to try and respond as clearly and as kindly as I can, so please don’t think I’m attacking you or calling you ignorant or anything like that.

The conclusions you’ve come to are based on a lot of assumptions about what healthy relationships look like, and those assumptions are almost completely wrong. Now, I don’t know anything about you or your life, so I’m not going to make any guesses about your experience with relationships or polyamory, but, if you grew up in generally the same culture I did, I know that you’ve been fed a lot of ideas about compulsory monogamy and How Relationships Work, and internalised those ideas as fact. As someone who is in a loving, committed, open marriage, I can tell you most of those ideas are, at best, bullshit.

The thing is, people experience romantic and sexual attraction in different ways. You’re on Tumblr and you follow me, so I’m going to assume that’s not a new concept for you. In practice, what this means is that people who are in a relationship also experience love and desire diferently. Even if you have two people who are monogamous, allosexual, and alloromantic, their individual needs and appetites are going to be different by virtue of the fact that they are different people. This doesn’t mean one of them loves the other more or one of them enjoys sex more; it just means that some of the things they need and want in a relationship are going to be different, because that’s how people work.

The other thing that I really want to emphasize is that relationships don’t come with scoreboards, and keeping score in a relationship isn’t helpful or healthy. That doesn’t mean there doesn’t need to be balance and equity, but the sort of one-for-one reciprocity you’re talking about isn’t balance. For instance, I’ve been sick for the past few days, and my wife has been taking care of me. Does that mean that she gets to take time off from her responsibilities to let me take care of her so we’re even? Of course not. We take care of each other when we’re sick because we made a commitment to do exactly that. For added fun, my wife and I have different health problems and different temperaments, so we tend to get sick in different ways and need different things. Which means that me taking care of her looks different than her taking care of me. Does that mean our relationship is unbalanced? Nope. It means we’re different people with different needs, and part of being married means meeting each other’s needs.

So you’re probably sitting there thinking that being sick and having sex are two totally different things. Except that... they’re not, not really. Sex is one possible aspect of a relationship, just like dealing with illness, doing the dishes, going out, sharing finances, et cetera, ad nauseum. Sex isn’t a special, magic thing that has it’s own set of rules; it’s a thing people do together, sometimes there are emotions involved, sometimes not. The real point, here, is that different people have different needs and wants when it comes to sex, just like everything else, and every sexual relationship is unique, just like every friendship or romantic relationship is unique.

So what does that mean for an open relationship? Among other things, it means that one person sleeping with someone else doesn’t mean their partner needs to sleep with someone else to make things even. It means that how a person feels about having sex with their partner is not necessarily how they feel about having sex with people who aren’t their partner. It means that reciprocity and keeping score are just as bullshit when it comes to sex as they are in other parts of a relationship.

Now, let’s talk about Joe and Nicky and polyamory in All Stories Have Monsters.

Again, you’re right: I haven’t given as much time to Joe as a character as he deserves, and I’m working on that. But if you’ve read all 89,000 words of that series, to date, and you came away with the impression that Nicky doesn’t absolutely and utterly adore Joe with his entire being, then I need to re-assess my abilities as a writer. 

The subtext of The House in Sicily is that Nicky built a mansion out of love for Joe. The final punch of Joe’s speech in New Orleans, 1868 is “that he is just as devoted to me as I to him, that my comfort and pleasure are of greater importance to him than his own”. You sent me this ask right after I posted a story all about Nicky carefully and tenderly fucking Joe to a spectacular orgasm. Then there’s all the little moments of care and comfort, the casual touches, the easy companionship. I don’t really know what else you want with regard to expressions of love and devotion.

You refered to Joe making concession and Nicky reaping all the benefits, but it’s stated more than once that Joe enoys the fact that Nicky sometimes sleeps with other people, and even gets off on it. Likewise, Nicky makes it clear, both that he wouldn’t do it if Joe didn’t want him to, and that any other partners are a distant second to Joe. In Goddess of Victory, he tells Booker,  “Another man may touch me for a moment, but it is only a moment. I will never belong to anyone but Joe” and  “If he did not like it, I would not do it, but he does like it, so I do what I want”.

Ok, you’re probably thinking, but why does Nicky get to fuck around and Joe doesn’t? The simple answer is that Nicky wants to and Joe doesn’t, not because one of them is more faithful than the other, but because they are different people who experience attraction differently. 

It’s first implied and then plainly stated that Joe in this series is demisexual, which doesn’t AT ALL mean that he’s not capable of falling in love with or being attracted to anyone other than Nicky; it just means, in this case, that he needs to have a strong romantic connection with someone before he might want a sexual relationship. You can imagine a lot of reasons that might be tricky to navigate with the complexities of immortal life, and since he already has a passionate, satisfying relationship with the love of his life, there’s not much reason for him to look for anyone else.

Then there’s Nicky, who pursued sexual relationships with other men despite believing it was a sin, and who, like Joe, had never been in love before. For Joe, romantic love and sex are necessarily linked, but for Nicky they’re not. Sex is something Nicky enjoys doing; he definitely PREFERS doing it with Joe, but that doesnt mean it’s not fun with other people. Add to this the fact that Nicky having sex with someone else turns Joe on, and Nicky has at least one very compelling reason to seek out casual partners and few complications in doing so.

The thing with Booker... Honestly, that’s another entire novel of analysis, so I’m not going to get into it here.

The point is: having a committed, balanced relationship doesn’t mean having all the same needs and desires as your partner. It means, among other things, recognizing that you and your partner(s) have different needs and desires and making sure that everyone is fulfilled and satisfied as individuals. In a case where there is a primary couple with an open arrangement, it also means trusting that you and your partner are each other’s top priority when it comes to love and sex. Joe and Nicky have different sexualities, but they’re absolutely, unequivocally devoted to each other. Whether or not they have sex with other people doesn’t change that.

Does that make sense? I hope that makes sense.

[marvel-ousnesss]

Safe Heaven (Warren Worthington III x reader)

Requested by @kurt-nightcrawler: Um, your masterlist is small so I’ll request something. maybe like, quarantine is getting to y/n and her family keeps arguing and she feels like she’s going to burst out sobbing at any moment but no tears can come out, so she sneaks out to see her boyfriend, scott summers or warren worthington. You don’t have to, considering breaking quarantine is really serious and shouldn’t happen, despite it slowly being lifted in some places, but idk. 

A/N: So, I just finished a long ass finals 'week' which lasted almost a fucking month (online classes, yay). Here's one of the requests I had pending; feedback is always welcome so, if you have any advice or find any mistakes, you know what to do. Enoy…. Ps: Stay safe 💜💜💜

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x reader

Warning: Quarentine breaking with no mask on / a bit of angst at the beginning but a sweet, fluffy ending to make it up to you.

Word count: 1168

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You climbed the stairs to your room as fast as your feet would allow it. As soon as you got there, you let yourself collapse. The raging voices of your parents could still be heard clearly, so you made one last effort and closed the door, but that didn't help as you thought it would. Your head was pounding, and it didn't matter how hard you tried to breathe, all you achieved was to let out a string of choked whimpers. 

Your eyes closed and you found yourself wiping your burning cheeks but, to your surprise, your face was completely dry. Your body shook with an avalanche of Whimpers and erratic, gasping breaths. You tried hugging yourself in a failed attempt to feel safer, only then did you realize that your legs were beginning to feel numb. Running a clammy hand through your hair, you let your mind soar through the possibilities you had. 

Charles had called a few times in the past weeks to make sure you were doing okay, and you were sure he'd happily take you in; but you decided against calling him, afraid of being too much of a burden. Same went for Scott and Alex, who had even offered to sneak you out of your house and into theirs. You were grateful for your friends, truly; but, despite their good intentions, thinking of them added weight to your aching chest. 

You dragged yourself to the bathroom and eyed your reflection for a moment. Your skin was red and your head seemed to be dead weight over your shoulders. You washed the sweat off your hands and sprinkled your face with cold water. After stuffing some clothes and a few things in a duffle bag and grabbing your phone, wallet and keys, you opened your bedroom window and jumped without a second thought.

Only then did you realise how late it was; the navy blue had long ago replaced the fresh, golden tone that you had only witnessed from your window throughout the day. Night air was crisp, making you shiver when you felt it creep past the material of your -- Warren's-- hoodie, through the openings it had on the back. Placing the hood on your head, you cursed when you noticed that you had, in fact, also forgotten to grab a mask. So, you lightly tugged on the collar, making sure your nose and mouth were covered as you walked to your boyfriend's house. 

You embraced the silence of the empty streets as you calmly strolled, taking a moment to calm down. At least that's what you tried to do before your train of thought was stopped before it began to run. The scene was invaded by red and blue lights, hand in hand with the blaring sound of sirens. You sprinted toward a nearby bush and squatted, concentrating on your bag and clothes. You raised a hand to check and, when you didn't see it, you couldn't help it but grin. You had been perfecting your technique for the past few weeks, so that you could extend your power enough to cover nearby objects. 

When the street was cleared once again, you sprinted around the corner and inside the familiar apartment building. You opened the door and, once inside, took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. You fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve for a moment, then knocked the door a few times. You took a step back and glued your gaze to the ground before the blonde boy you so desperately wanted to see opened the door for you.

"Y/N?" He stepped aside to let you in. 

"Hi, Warr." You looked at him with glassy eyes, but managed to give him a quivering smile. 

He immediately reached out to hug you, but stepped back; knowing what had stopped him, you kicked your shoes off, dropped the bag and took off his hoodie, revealing a thin, black tee. Then, it was you who leaped toward him and put your arms around him, burying your face in his chest and letting your senses envelope the familiar scent that made you feel warm and safe. 

That's when you let your walls fall. Unafraid of consequences, Tears rained from your eyes and onto Warren's shirt, and your sobs echoed throughout the small apartment. You held onto Warren for dear life, as you --he thought-- explained what happened in mumbles that were inaudible, as your face was still resting against him. 

"Are- are you okay?" he asked, rubbing your back soothingly. 

You dryly chuckled at his question, even if he had considerably opened up since his arrival at the mansion, he still hadn't completely figure out how to lull or console someone. You found his awkwardness cute and comforting. 

"Can we just….," your voice faded into his chest as you hugged him tighter, which he immediately corresponded. He kissed the top of your head and embraced you with his wings, to which you sighed in contempt. 

When he sensed your breathing had become less erratic, he looked down at you and and offered, "Go have a shower and I'll wash this." 

"'Kay." You hugged him one last time, got your some stuff out of the bag, and headed  to the bathroom. He grabbed the hoodie and placed it on the washing machine, then sprayed alcohol over your bag and shoes, placing them right by the door. 

You bumped into Warren walking out of the bathroom. As you brushed the last strands of your hair, you let your gaze follow him as he carried a blanket to the living room. Knowing exactly what he was up to, you followed him with a bright smile on your face. One of your favorite things about him was the way in which, even if he tried to seem aloof and closed off, he knew exactly what to do to make you feel better, and never failed to put a smile on your face. 

He tumbled onto the couch when he arrived to the living room and placed the blanket on the spot beside him, still neatly folded. 

"C'mere," he patted the spot beside him, but you declined with a soft smile.

"Just a sec," you said, "gonna make some tea."

 Grabbing your wrist gently, he scoffed, "what kind of boyfriend do you take me for, princess, 'm way ahead of you."

With his head, he motioned toward the table; you followed his eyes and found two cups of steaming hot herbal tea. You beamed and shook your head. 

"Of course you are."

Before taking a place next to him, you wrapped yourself in the blanket. Then you curled up into Warren; he adjusted his position and gently pulled you down, so the two of you were laying on the couch, with his arm and wings around you. Then he hit play, and your favorite movie began playing on the T.V screen. 

In that moment, you knew… There was nowhere else in the world you'd rather be. 

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tubmlr time! (working out ganyu build)

first proper post on here woohoo! as your resident ganyu-less ganyu stan and with leaks suggesting a rerun in 2.2, ive been figuring out some good builds and preparing! enoy reading about my genshin thought processes. genshin rambles after the cut bc i typed a lot lol

1. i already used my 50/50 loss on ayaka, what do i do if i lose the 50/50 again?

easy. i got a debit card i can use freely and im not afraid to use it. i will whale if im required to do so.

2. although i will whale for ganyu if need be, i myself am only a very light spender. what weapon do i use?

i would use the stringless, but i was stupid and used my stringless dupe to make my other stringless r2 for venti. so until i get another, she shall use the favonius warbow! energy recharge go brrrrr

3. ayaka or ganyu in the team comp?

as an ayaka main, this was very hard. both are cryo DPSes, so do i swap out someone for cryo resonance? to that question i answer DEFINITELY NOT. my team comp is good as is (ayaka main dps, xiangling sub dps, venti & bennett supports) and it doesnt need refining, even as an exploration team. so, ganyu will stay within the confines of the character selection until i need her for domains or abyss. originally i wanted to swap out ayaka for ganyu in exploration just because i love ganyu, but ayaka’s alternate sprint is very useful in exploration. it kinda makes me sad that im not gonna explore with my life and liberty ganyu the qilin but ayaka makes my genshin easier

4. artifacts?

swap ganyu and ayaka artifacts when needed and pray that i wont need both of them at any given time. oh but for general building, 4pc blizzard strayer bc ganyu charged attack is very really good (kurtis conner?!!?!?!?!?). of course ill focus on crit rate and dmg, but hone in on damage. for main stats, atk%, er, and crit if im lucky. i am lucky though, i got a crit rate artifact with good substats for xiangling!

5. what about domains that have cryo enemies?

i used to be a xiangling main with 3/4 pyro team. xiangling is my proudest and overall best build. i can take not using my cryo girls for one domain. i’m also working on building ningguang, xinyan, xingqiu (better), and jean (better), with ningguang taking priority, so i’m fine without them !!

6. so, what’s the team comp gonna be?

as stated previously, i used to be a pyro main, so im going for a melt team. but because i only have two well-built pyro characters (i was a pyro main before truly understanding artifacts) i’ll just replace ayaka with ganyu in most cases. in other world 2p co op, probably she and xiangling or her and jean, depending on whether or not healers are essential. but i dont co op unless it’s my friends bc im too scared so it’s the least of my worries lol

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wow first post complete hrrnnnnng ganyu gnayu. who knew how much i could blabber abt some overworked cocogoat !! ＼(*^▽^*)/

[starlit-serenade]

Bad Day

🌧 Summary: After a bad day, you come home and want to do nothing but lie in bed. Thankfully, your boyfriend Shin Kyuhyun comes home to comfort you. 

🌧 Word Count: 870 words

🌧 Pairing: Reader x Shin Kyuhyun (Laon) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Shin Kyuhyun (Laon);

🌧 Rated: T for some swearing / Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of depression / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader, Angst, Fluff 

🌧 A/N: I’m sorry this is so short! I really liked it and didn’t want to make it too busy of a fic, but I really like it and am happy with it! If you don’t know about ENOi, you should absolutely check them out! They’re so lovely! Feel free to ask me for ENOi song recommendations! They don’t have much, but what they do have is great!

You arrive at your apartment early from work, so, so emotionally exhausted. Your day was absolutely horrible.

When you woke up this morning, you could tell the day was gonna be bad. You could feel it. You went to work, as usual, and nothing went right. Or maybe everything was normal, but you just couldn't handle it today. At this point, it's hard to tell. There have been so many days where you've felt drained, exhausted or depressed recently that you can't tell anymore what's normal and what's not.

You forgot your packed lunch at home, as well as your key card into the work building, so you had to ask your coworker to let you in. You dropped your bag on the way home. Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. And you feel like if it was on any other day, you wouldn't have minded as much. But there are some days, like today, where every bad thing that happens chips away at your energy.

You toss your coat and bag on the floor next to your bed, then you toss yourself onto the bed, too exhausted and drained--both emotionally and physically--to care about cleaning up properly.

All you want to do is call your boyfriend, Kyuhyun. But he's undoubtedly busy right now doing something important, what with being the leader and all. He often is busy.

Don't be mistaken. Kyuhyunnie is really a sweetheart. He's really kind and caring. But he's always busy when he's away at work. Which you did know when you started being with him. But it's still difficult. And because he's so busy, organizing everything the group does like schedules and planning, he often forgets to check his phone, so you rarely bother with texting or calling him while he's working. Which is sometimes great. You and him are very independent. But also that means you're alone when you're feeling shitty until he gets done with work.

You lie on your back in bed and curl up beneath the covers, trying desperately to distract yourself from the stress and emotional exhaustion. You look up at the ceiling. The white ceiling with speckles scattered across the surface. You wonder how many of those there are. Your eyes rake over the ceiling, making out shapes from the dots.

For some reason, you start crying to yourself, pulling the bed covers over your head to hide from the world. Now that you're alone, away from all of your coworkers, you're able to just cry away the stress and exhaustion.

"Y/Nie?"

You move the blankets and look over at the door, sitting up, and you see Kyuhyun standing in the doorway.

Oh.

You sit up quickly at the edge of the bed and wipe your tears away as fast as you can. You don't want to worry him. Every time you're feeling down, he worries so much for you. So you smile at him the widest smile you can muster.

"Hi Kyuhyunnie," you say through your fake smile. "How was work?" His face falls and he rushes over to kneel next to the bed and takes your face in his hands.

"Y/N, Baby, what's wrong?" he asks, pouting.

"Hm? Nothing's wrong," you lie. He shakes his head and takes both of your hands in one of his hands, while his other hand cups your cheek.

"You don't expect me to believe that when I just walked in on you crying in bed, do you?"

You shake your head and wipe your eyes. There are still tears falling, you notice.

"I understand if you don't want to tell me what's wrong. But at least tell me what I can do to cheer you up," he says, still speaking in pout as he takes your hands in his. "Do you want ice cream? Aegyo? Kisses? Anything."

You sniffle a bit, and nod. "Kisses sound nice. And maybe ice cream too, later."

"Yeah?" Kyuhyun smiles, taking your face in his hands, palms against your cheeks, and kisses your nose gently. "I noticed you've been a bit out of it the past few days, so I got you two tubs of your favorite ice cream."

You smile a bit. "Thanks, Kyuhyunnie. I love you."

"I love you too, Baby."

You hum, and then yawn, tired from crying and the rest of your day. "Can we snuggle? I'm tired . . ."

"Of course, Baby!" he says.

He crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you as you lie down next to him. He curls around you as a big spoon and kisses the back of your neck innocently, squeezing your hand gently.

"You know I love you, don't you?" he asks after a bit. His fingers are stroking the back of your hand gently. You nod. "Good. And I know that you struggle a lot. And today might have been a tough day, whether it was because something happened or because you were just emotionally having a good day. And that's all valid. But tomorrow will be better, okay? You always have me to talk to. Don't be afraid to talk to me, okay Baby?"

You hum, and he kisses your cheek.

"Thank you, Kyuhyunnie."

"I love you so much."

[yondamoegi]

Quick rambly impressions of the games I tried recently

1) Code Romantic - not to be a dick, but the art is bad. I don’t like it, and I even liked early Ren’Py games made by total newbies for other total newbies because these were the first ever OELVNs. I think the animation makes the art pop out and you see all the imperfections. It’s like, very uncany valley - stuff move, but they move wrong and too limited and it feels bad. I didn’t get into the story much because I was too distracted. Like, I wanted to get right into the story, but the first scene was too long, and I hate kids, and the art was bad, and OH MY GOD I CAN’T SAVE MANUALLY. Anyway, I might try to get into it again, when I’m in better mood, but the first impression is negative.

2) Necrobarista - I didn’t like it when it started its production, and I don’t like it now. It feels so pretentious to me, they try this myserious mood and shit, and they swing back and forth between characters in weird angles speaking cryptic bull. Like, ugh! And between these swings stuff happens like, where this dude came from, he wasn’t there in the estabilishing shot? Why are we seeing his belly and crotch? Where did you get that chair? You can’t treat the game as your usual VN because you’re in a 3d space now! Speaking of 3d, these characters move, and then they freeze still, because there’s no autoforward and you gotta click to proceed. It, again, has an uncanny valley effect, I don’t like it. Also, the Barista is mean and I don’t know what mood and expression they try to do and I’m confused and I hate it. 

3) Quick Hike - the controlls are whack, but you can get used to it. The worst thing is that it’s all pixely and it hurts my eyes. BUT!! Otherwise it’s a great game, a tiny open-world with a goal and obstacles you gotta overcome. I liked just looking around, seeing stuff and talking to animal-people. Then I got tired and finished the game really fast. Good game.

4) Assemble with care - when it started narrating in Russian I closed it. I. Hate. Russian. Localization! Because I think we don’t have good russian voice actors in games and cartoons. In movies, yeah, there are nice actors. But not in games and cartoons, I hate russian voices there.

5) Light Years Apart - one of the CoG games. It has a nice pacing and prose, but some things made no sense to me, like relationship status to some background characters. Like, this dude died. Was I meant to save him? Also, this other dude just appeared for a little while, was I meant to romance him? Why? He’s not important. But otherwise I enoyed it, even tho my anxiety of messing stuff up didn’t let me finish the game.

6) 180 Files The Aegis Project Demo (CoG game) - I... enjoyed the prose. But it didn’t catch my attention for very long. I’m not a big fan of spies, and I got a lot of anxiety.

7) Never Date Werewolves Demo (CoG game) - again, nice prose, good pacing, good that there are only 2 LIs so the story can be more focused. But I hate kids. I thought there would be like 2 kids, but no, there’s 6 of them. 6!!! Also they’re all brats.

[pinacotheque]

Hiii! So, like. I saw you ranting about Good Omens on Twitter and I enoyed reading it lol, so I was wondering what were your thoughts on the differences between Crowley and Aziraphale's personalities in the show vs the book?

(okay so, apparently just TOUCHING an ask to read it gets it actually posted? oh well. the tumbrl app sure is Something. sorry about that!)

first of all, thank you! i'm glad you liked my incoherent shouting on twitter, you might get more of that sooner or later because i'm in the middle of a Good Omens reread and, unsurprisingly, i have Opinions.

so, my thoughts. as you MAY HAVE GUESSED from aforementioned incoherent shouting, there are some things i liked about the show and a lot of things i... did not. i am staunchly in the 'The Book Was Better' camp, which i know is an unpopular opinion, given that even longtime fans of the book seem to generally love the adaptation. which is cool! lord knows if we don't deserve something nice to watch, and if someone liked the show or actually prefers how the show handled some things, good for them. i just really liked many aspect of the book that i feel the show mishandled, or changed, or directly cut out... so there.

with the disclaimer out of the way: i feel that, in general, show!Aziraphale&Crowley were somewhat oversimplified, like flattened versions of the original characters. part of it it's just the nature of adaptations - you can't have every detail of a third person pov narration in a tv show, you have to... well, adapt, choose what to keep and what to lose - but part of it isn't, and i just... i'm baffled, mostly.

the book establishes fairly early on that Crowley just likes people ("It was a major failing in a demon.") while the show is... not really consistent on that point. tv!Crowley likes human STUFF just fine, is shown a couple of times to be distressed about children (although then he turns around and suggests to straigh up murder an eleven years old, holy shit, that's why i say the show is inconsistent) but for the most part... doesn't look all that attached to humans per se? considering also that in the book, Crowley (along with Aziraphale) is ready to sacrifice himself in a suicide mission against Satan to save all the humans they put in danger with their "messing people around".

(the big finale in the show is a fucking mess so i'm not even gonna touch that.)

book!Crowley, under the general demonic tendencies and the attempts to be a proper flash bastard, is a gentle soul that resuscitates doves and didn't know about the Spanish Inquisition until he got a commendation for it, and then HAD TO GET DRUNK FOR A WEEK TO COPE. not just that, he knows that about himself (and is obviously embarrassed about it) while tv!Crowley seems to... be in denial? when Aziraphale says that he always knew that, deep down, Crowley was a nice person, tv!Crowley pins him to the wall shouting that no he's not YOU TAKE IT BACK, while in the book: "All right, all right," Crowley snapped. "Tell the whole blessed world, why don't you?"

he knows he's too nice, it's just not proper for a demon.

(btw i would have LOVED to see book!Crowley's flat in the show, because it’s another detail that cracks that stereotipical demon image: "spacious, white, elegantly furnished, and with that designer unlived-in look that only comes from not being lived in." the flat in the show is very... goth and dramatic, which is fine, but i think the white designer flat tells a lot about Crowley's persona. he doesn't want to look demonic, he wants to look like a cool human.)

tv!Aziraphale, on the other hand, is... well, soft. too soft. book!Aziraphale is a passive-aggressive, at times insufferable cryptobastard, a ruthless pragmatist-at-heart who makes the fucking mob disappear, accidentally posseses a tele-preacher and candidly tells his audience that Heaven doesn't care about righteous people and everyone is just gonna die in the Rapture (oh how i missed that scene) and decides BY HIMSELF that the Antichrist Must Be Killed.

furthermore, tv!Aziraphale is much more naive and trusting than his book counterpart. there's that gifset going 'round with that "the demon who still has faith and the angel who's losing his" (i'll link it when i see it again) that is perfectly on point for the show, but also highlights the differences between book and adaptation. the book doesn't really talk about faith (also, faith in Pratchett is A Whole Other Thing that i don't want to get into right now) and Aziraphale&Crowley's actions are not really a matter of faith or lack thereof. they just want to save the world because they LIKE IT (and free will is contagious). at the same time, both of them know perfectly well how their respective sides really are. i just can't stand tv!Aziraphale’s bubbly naive trust in Heaven when in the book you have bits like:

"My people are more than happy for it to happen, you know. It's what it's all about, you see. The great final test. Flaming swords, the Four Horsemen, seas of blood, the whole tedious business." [Aziraphale] shrugged.[this is at, like, PAGE 25]

"You'll be amazed at the kind of things they can do to you, down there," [Crowley] said."I imagine they're very similar to the sort of things they can do to one up there," said Aziraphale."Come off it. Your lot get ineffable mercy," said Crowley sourly."Yes? Did you ever visit Gomorrah?""Sure," said the demon. "There was this great little tavern where you could get these terrific fermented date-palm cocktails with nutmeg and crushed lemongrass-""I meant afterwards.""Oh."

the thing with the show, i think, is that they wanted to give more space to Aziraphale&Crowley (who are, admittedly, the most well-liked part of the book, so it makes sense) and in doing so pushed a bit in a corner the human cast. the problem is that, in the book, A&C are utterly useless and the humans are the ones who bring forth the plot and above all the fucking themes of the story - free will, responsibility, what it means to be human, etc - so what did they do? they had to make A&C's dynamic all about free will and (dis)obedience and what not, and to do so had to change the characters a bit.

and it kind of works, too, for the show. it's just that, for me, the book worked better.

[she-is-tim]

Neighbours AU Part 5  First Date

Lucas is a young, exhausted musician who just tries to relax, while Eliott is the overexcited, dubstep loving artist who lives next door.

Aka Lucas confronts his annoying neighbour who turns out to be gorgeous

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Thursday 16:21

Lucas was at Yann’s place with the boys, drinking mostly water and eating pizza. They were obviously very curious about what happened last night, so Lucas tried his best to remember that messy chaos. He told them about getting basically shitfaced, which they already suspected, then about the guy he started making out with, and of course it was Yann giving him the disapproving father look for doing something so reckless. Then he finished his speech with Eliott heroic arrival.

“After that I really don’t remember anything. I don’t know if I threw up on him or in my apartment at all, I don’t know where he slept, because he was in my kitchen when I woke up...” he explained and looked at his friends. All of them were really invested in his story, like it was the best gossip they ever heard. Lucas sighed. “Any questions?”

“Didn’t you say he has a girlfriend?”

“So he slept at your place?”

“What happened this morning?”

“Is he still in your apartment?”

All those sudden questions came right into Lucas’ face and he didn’t had the time to answer them, cause his phone was buzzing in his pocket. He excused himself for a minute, getting up from the floor where he was sitting and walking to the window, picking up. It was an unknown number.

“Hello?” 

“Lucas, am I interrupting?” said a really soft voice from the other side of the line. Lucas’ heart skipped a beat, just hearing Eliott was enough for him to feel better. He smiled like an idiot.

“How did you get my number?” he asked, leaning to the wall as he looked out of the window. 

“I have very special skills.” the other boy replied and Lucas could hear his annoying grin forming on his face. “So, am I interrupting?” he asked. “I tried to go to your place, but it looks like you’re not here.” he explained. Lucas felt guilty and happy at the same time. He totally forgot to tell Eliott that he will spend a few hours with his friends, not like he owed him any explanations, but it was really sweet of Eliott wanting to meet up.

“I’m with my friends right now, but we can meet up a bit later if you want to.” he offered with a soft smile. He already missed Eliott, though they were together a couple hours ago. 

“Sounds cool. We should grab a coffee.” 

“Coffee sounds good.” Lucas said. He wished Eliott to be there with him, playing with his hair like in the morning. He just got shivers just by thinking about that moment. He never felt anything like this before, Eliott was really special.

“So... in an hour maybe? I still gotta finish some sketches for this project, but after that I’m free all day.” he said with a little excitement in his voice, that warmed up Lucas’ chest.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s meet up in front of the building, okay?” 

“Sure, see you then.” he said and hung up. Lucas put away his phone and turned to his friends, being surprised that all three of them were watching him like he was some sort of rare animal. Basile kept chewing on pizza, but the others were staring at him, mouth slightly open. It was Yann who broke the awkward silence.

“Dude, I’ve never seen you being so smooth before.” he said impressed. “I mean with Sara and Chloé you were smooth, but this is way more different.”

“You really fucking like this guy, don’t you?” Arthur asked, his lips starting to form a grin. Lucas sighed and sat back down to the floor, grabbing a slice of pizza.

“It’s nothing serious, we are just... flirting with each other.” he finished his sentence a bit unsure, since he couldn’t really describe the thing they had between each other. It was like there were special magnets inside their bodies that only reacted to each other, pulling them closer with sheer force. When Eliott was with him, he felt safe, he felt like he was his true self and could  tell anything to him without being afraid.

“Just flirting?” Arthur asked mockingly. 

“Can we drop the topic now?” Lucas sighed, shoving the pizza into his face, enoying every flavor on it. It was relieving to eat something delicious after Eliott’s horrible try to cook this morning. 

Thursday 17:14

Lucas was tired, his friends were obviously nice, caring and funny, but they could be too much at once, especially when they wanted to know something. He tried to tell them what happened in the morning as short as possible, because he kinda wanted to keep things to himself, like the way Eliott looked at him, his soft touches, the almost kiss and then his forehead kiss before he left. The feelings were so overwhelming, he felt like his heart would burst out of his chest when he sees Eliott again.

He got off the bus, walking towards the building he was living in, he was listening to some music through earphones, trying to close out the world and his thoughts of Eliott. He was everywhere in his head, which wasn’t too bad, but Lucas needed time to breathe, which was really hard when you keep thinking of your crush.

Eliott was sitting on a bench in front of the apartment, looking at his phone. He fought back the urge to text Lucas. It was a hard thing to do, but he was successful in the last 20 minutes since he was sitting there. He finished his job kinda quickly, so after he couldn’t find himself anything to do in his home, he decided to sit in the sunshine, enjoying the warmth, while waiting for his adorable neighbor to finally come home. 

He noticed him from far away, Lucas was wearing black jeans and a navy blue jacket with a giant, grey scarf in his neck. Eliott didn’t even realize that the weather was windy, he wasn’t cold at all, even if he was wearing jeans, a shirt and a warm sweater, He got up, smiling brightly when he saw that Lucas noticed him, putting away the earphones while walking. 

“Hey!” he said happily when Lucas was close enough to hear. 

“Hey!” Lucas said, he smiled softly. Eliott was really attractive even in sunshine, his hair was all over the place like always, but it looked much more lighter colored in the sunlight than in the apartment. “How are you?” 

“I’m good, finished my project now, so everything is fantastic.” Eliott said, taking a step towards Lucas. “Shall we go?” he asked, trying to fight back the urge to touch Lucas, failing miserably. His hands moved before he could think, slowly stroking away some stray hair from the other’s eyes. It was a short moment, but both of them took a sharp breath, not moving for a half minute. Then Lucas, as the brave, chaotic gay boy he is grabbed Eliott’s hand, intertwining their fingers. 

“Yeah, let’s go.’ he said with a confident smile, as he saw how happily Eliott looked at their hands. 

Thursday 18:46

After their “date” in the coffee shop, Lucas and Eliott went out to the park for a romantic walk. It started to get dark, but not too much. The air was much colder than it was earlier, so they were holding each others hands, while they hide their free hands in their pockets to keep them warm. Since it was the middle of the week and also kinda late, the boys were almost alone in the park.

They talked about so many things in the last few hours, Eliott told Lucas how they were together with Lucille for years, then they decided to end the relationship, because neither of them were happy, but they stayed friends, because they knew one another better than anyone. 

Lucas talked about his hard years at high school, trying to figure out what’s wrong with him, before accepting his sexuality. He told Eliott how hard it was for him to come out, that not everything went smooth like in the movies, but his friends were just really supportive, helping him through the tough days. It was heartwarming to remember the reaction of Basile and Arthur. Also the enthusiasm of Daphné and the girls. He was lucky to have such good friends around him.

They arrived home late, Eliott’s nose and cheeks were red because of the cold outside, but it made him look kinda cute. Lucas took off his scarf as soon as they stepped into the building. Now they were standing on the hallway, in front of their doors, not knowing what to do. Neither of them wanted to leave, this was just too good to end. 

“So, this is where we say Good night.” Eliott said after long minutes of silence. He had to say something, he couldn’t just walk inside the apartment with Lucas.

“I don’t wanna say Good night yet.” Lucas said seriously, playing with the scarf in his hands. His face felt warm because of the blush that appeared on it. He couldn’t say anything else, but this was more than enough.

Eliott only hesitated for a few seconds before he pulled Lucas closer by his waist, pressing his lips on his gently. The kiss started off softly, Lucas wrapped his arms around Eliott’s neck, standing on his tiptoes to make the position comfortable. They were playing for minutes before Eliott started to lick Lucas’ lips, asking him to open it. That was more than enough, Lucas slowly opened his mouth to let Eliott’s greedy and wild tongue inside. 

The kiss became much more intense and before Lucas could even realize it, Eliott pushed him to the door of his own apartment, holding his waist strongly. His fingers were wandering under the jacket, touching Lucas’ skin. It was hard to focus his thoughts when such an attractive person tried to baisically fuck him with his clothes on in the middle of the hallway. Lucas played with Eliott’s hair, enjoying the wild dance their tongue was doing at the moment, also enjoying the long, cold fingers touching his back and stomach.

Finally Lucas had the strength to pull his hands away from Eliott’s hair, breaking their kiss with a soft smile. Eliott looked at him like a lost puppy. Their lips were red and swollen, but damn if his neighbour didn’t look hot like this. Hair even more messy than usual, thanks to Lucas’ wandering fingers. 

“You wanna sleep at my place?” he asked suddenly with all the bravery he had. Eliott smiled like the cute angel he was, stroking Lucas’ cheek, kissing his lips again. 

“Yes, of course.” he said happily, planting another quick kiss on those swollen lips. “I wouldn’t miss the chance.”

“Okay.” Lucas mumbled, unable to form normal sentences when the tall boy was being so damn charming. He managed to open the front door before they started to make out again, much more wildly now. 

Their way to the bedroom was chaotic as their tried to walk, kiss and undress at the same time. Sometimes they giggled at how stupidly they must look like. When they finally made it to Lucas’ bed, they were only wearing shirts and briefs. Their hands were everywhere on each other, taking in everything, like they only have limited time to enjoy each others company, while in fact they had all the time in the world. 

[feelingsobloom]

Biggest Fan

Dating an idol was like a dream come true that you had never imagined you would see come to fruition. 

Sure it was one thing to learn Korean, another thing to move to Korea, and then a whole other thing on its own to just make Korean friends, but to meet Laon in itself was a miracle.

It started off when you just ran into him while on the streets. His papers had gone everywhere, scattering through the wind from the simple force of how quickly you had been rushing.

Your urgency forgotten, you were immediately apologizing, trying your best to try and help him gather all the papers. The sorrow however was quickly replaced by giddiness as the two of you began chasing the papers being torn through the wind like leaves. You both laughed as you jumped for the sheets, and when you guys had finally grabbed the last one- three blocks away from where you started you two were so tired from laughing and running that you both collapsed into the grass, breathing heavily.

“I’m Kyuhyun,” Laon introduced breathlessly, his head turning to look at you, splaying his blonde hair in the grass. You smiled at him and told him your name.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said softly. He returned the smile.

“And hopefully this isn’t the last time that I get to hear that name,” he mumbled. He sat up in the grass, hovering over your body. That made your face turn red, an action that you luckily could blame on the running. “I know this is a little unorthodox but... I want to see you again. Can I have your number?”

You knew it was a little unorthodox, but you gave it to him anyway.

You didn’t find out for about a month that Laon was an idol.

Sure you met all his friends, and knew he lived in a dorm, and knew a lot of people, but when girls stopped him on the streets, faces red and shy as they spoke to him calling him Laon, and he just brushed it off saying they were childhood friends, you had believed him.

Until you came across the Mnet performance of Bloom of course.

“I didn’t want you to think less of me,” Laon had admitted softly.

“I would never think less of you,” you replied with a roll of your eyes.

“It would be different if we were under a bigger company, or even had a better debut-”

“You’re following your dreams,” you interrupted him, placing your hand comfortingly on his shoulder. “You’re doing what so many people dream of doing, and you’re my boyfriend. I’d support you no matter what.”

Laon had smiled at that, meeting your eyes again. He pressed a small kiss to the corner of your lips and sighed happily. 

“I was lucky to bump into you.”

“I could argue the same.”

But it was hard to date an idol. Not that Laon was too busy for you or anything of the sort. He always made time for you, going out of his way to make sure that you felt included in all the events he did.

You had never realized just how overwhelming it could be to know that Laon was around all sorts of beautiful idols all the time. Especially since you knew that he was an extremely pretty idol. He definitely stood out in a crowd, especially since he was always pushing himself so hard to make sure that he was noticed by others so that his group could stand out and leave their mark.

As such he got a lot of attention from female fans and fellow female idols, and it was enough to make you hug your arms as you waited for him after a fan event or a stage.

You tried not to make it noticeable. You smiled brightly at the girls he introduced you to or pointed out when a fan maybe wanted his attention, but it drove you absolutely crazy on the inside.

They were prettier than you, and more compatible then you, and everything you knew that you could never be for him and you couldn’t help it. You were jealous of the smiles he gave them, and the attention and the tweets and everything.

You wished that you had known about his group before you came to Korea. You wished you were one of the people planning his fan events and coming to every single live no matter what time it was. You wished that you were one of the people starting the twitter group chats, and facebook groups. You wanted to be one of the people that was starting hashtag trends and translating videos because as Laon’s girlfriend you thought that you should be his number one fan.

And the fact was that you were barely a fan as it was.

You tried not to let the thoughts consume you but it was hard to not think about. For crying out loud, Enoi was his everything. The group was his dream, his life goals. If something went wrong with them, his entire world came crashing down. They were his job, his passion, and everything in-between.

And you just weren’t enough.

So when Laon caught you, staring at a fan page with a mournful expression on your face, you tried your best to cover it. But, there wasn’t much you could do in the end.

He took one look at you and knew something was wrong.

“Hey is everything okay?” He mumbled. You didn’t look up at him or respond to him, so he scrunched his nose and sat down beside you. “Come on, babe. Talk to me.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you mumbled softly. He chuckled a little.

“Yeah? That’s why you won’t look at me huh?”

You didn’t respond to him again, which seemed to be the wrong answer because he took you gently by the waist and lifted you into his lap, pressing his lips gently to yours.

“What’s wrong, love,” he mumbled softly. He kissed you a second time, but still, you tried to ignore him. He did it a third time and caressed your head with his hand. This time it made you giggle a little, and you shamelessly chased his lips, kissing him this time.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you murmured back shyly. “I guess I just missed you.”

“Tell me what’s going on,” he asked again, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “You know, if you don’t tell me these sorts of things our relationship will crumble. Who is always talking about communication?”

You pouted. You hated that he was right.

“It’s just... I’m... I’m not a very good fan,” you admitted. “All these other people are supporting Enoi at every turn, and have been there since... Well, forever, and I didn’t even recognize you the first time that we ran into each other.”

“That’s what’s been bothering you?” He asked, his eyebrows rising in surprise. You didn’t answer. You just looked away from him- honestly a bit embarrassed that this was the reason that you were so wrecked.

“Well...”

“You don’t need to run a blog, or post pictures or write fanfiction, or any of that stuff to be a good fan of Enoi. You are already the biggest fan of Enoi out there- and you know why?”

You kept your pout and didn’t look at him. You just scrunched your nose and hid your face in his chest. He didn’t allow it however, he took your chin between his fingers and lifted your eyes back up to his.

“Because you’re dating me.”

He teasingly closed the distance between the two of you, brushing his lips against yours.

“And I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the intimacy of the moment.

“I love you too,” you mumbled. “I’m sorry I got jealous.”

“It’s okay, sometimes I get jealous too,” he admitted. He ran his fingers through your hair. “But it’s okay, 'cause you’re all mine right?”

Your cheeks were red, but you nodded anyways.

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly.

Maybe you weren’t the best fan of Enoi, but being by Laon’s side for as long as you two stayed together would certainly make up for that, and you supposed that was enough.

[ultinath]

Still Life in the Red Room

This is another one of our collaborative writings. @Minddiver and I enoyed writing this one a lot.

Jeff rushed into the gallery. The day had flown past with classes and studying and hastily getting some food. He had almost ran past the front desk, just barely remembering to stop and flash his student ID to the receptionist. Then he started running down the main hallway, glasses almost flung from his face, as his head had whipped back and forth, trying to decide where to start. After turning in a circle a few times, he had trotted towards the wing where the Renaissance works were kept, past the sculptures that guarded the doorway.

He was oblivious to the woman who had noticed him come in. Her long blonde hair almost obscured her face and she wore a shapeless, oversized sweater dress. She grinned and licked her lips as she got up from her couch in the modern art section and stalked after him into the Renaissance section, where he stood before one of those Dutch masters with dark skies and a ship at sea. Though his feet were shuffling ever so slightly, his eyes were locked in place as he drank in the composition in front of him. He didn't notice how the woman drew up next to him, as if the painting would interest her, but she was watching him the whole time, from the corner of her eyes.

Unaware of the presence beside him, he brushed hair that was almost as dark as the sky in the painting back and away from his glasses. Behind them, brown eyes were now gradually working their way up and down every inch of the canvas. A hand reached out, and for a moment, it seemed as if he might touch the painting. Instead, his hand began moving in midair, following the brushwork. He seemed to be trying to copy the waves of the ocean in his imagination.

"You're an artist." Her voice was breathy as she made the observation, little louder than a whisper, but there was no one else in this section at this time of night. There was only an hour left before closing time. Her eyes searched the room, and the hall beyond. The rest of her was as still as he was energetic.

“...if only…” he murmured, and then straightened suddenly. He looked over and almost did a double-take as he realized someone was beside him. “Oh! Pardon me… do you need me to move over…?”

She smiled and made eye-contact for the first time. Her eyes were cold and grey and they seemed to look all the way into his soul. She smiled, white teeth and burgundy lipstick. "No no, I don't want you to move away…" She nodded at the painting. "You like this brushwork? The colours are so depressing. That and the colonialism…"

His brow furrowed as she trailed off. “I mean, yeah, it’s a bit dark, but it makes the waves stick out that much better...it’s like you can see just where they’re going to go. Every time I try to do them, they look flat and still, like I crumpled up some plastic wrap, or something.”

The woman chuckled and turned to face him, with her back to the painting. "Do you think the painter was satisfied with these waves? With these clouds? Do you think he didn't feel inadequate about his inability to paint portraits? The painter is the worst critic…" As she grinned at him, she put her arm around his shoulders. "We are always too hard on ourselves."

“...yeah...I guess we are…” His cheeks grew red, and warmth radiated from him. He made a nervous sound that wasn’t quite a laugh as he glanced at the title card near the painting. “I guess that’s why this guy spent six months on this one…” His eyes widened a bit and met hers for a second. “Oh! Do you paint?”

Modestly, she cast her eyes to the floor. "Some of mine are over in the modern section, new arrivals. But I could never do any of this shit…" She wandered away from him past another seascape towards portraits and medical scenes. "People and landscapes…"

“Not your thing?” He took one more glance at the ship at sea, then tore himself away to follow her.

She stopped to stare at a painting with men in dark clothes surrounding a corpse for an anatomy lesson. "Look at those limbs, at those ribs… When I paint people, they look like rag dolls with empty eyes and empty heads." She turned to give him a piercing look. "What's your name?"

He shrunk at her sudden gaze and managed to stammer out: “Jeff. I’m majoring in art here.” He vaguely gestured around him, the gallery being part of the college campus.

"Would you like to model for me, Jeff?" She blinked slowly at him and smiled.

“Sure.” Again, there was that pause as if the question only registered after he had answered. He brightened and began to bounce on his heels. “Wait, really? You would want to paint me?”

She looked around the room again and then turned to stare out the window. She sighed. "I would love to paint you. My studio is just around the corner from here. I could show you some things, let you try some things…"

“...do...you think we could swing by the Carvaggio on the way out…?” He made a fist and pounded his leg. “What am I saying? Yes! Please, lead on.”

With quiet steps, the woman made her way to the main hall. She stopped and waited next to a sculpture, looking into the hall. When Jeff caught up with her, she touched his arm. "Are you sure it's wise to go home with a stranger like this? Are you sure this is even real? Meeting an artist in the gallery and getting an offer to pose? Pose as what, Jeff? If you stay here, will I disappear, as if this was all a dream?" She didn't wait for an answer. She made a beeline for the exit and slipped through the entrance doors onto the dark pavement outside.

Jeff paused for a moment. What if this was a dream? Since when did anyone notice him, let alone want him to come with? There was something about her eyes, the way they would be miles away and then immediately locked on him...

Thinking about her eyes made his pulse quicken and his breath catch. There was fear, and then wonder. He shook himself. She had moved so fast, if he stayed and thought any more, she might very well turn into a dream! As fast as he had skittered towards the Renaissance wing, now he rushed towards the exit. He saw the Modern wing out of the corner of his eye. He could see her work… Had she even told him her name? Never mind, he thought, if he took this chance, surely he’d see for himself…

When he arrived outside, he could hear a haunting melody. The woman was leaning against a lamppost, humming a song. The lamp cast a stark shadow around her feet, and her face was obscured by her hair. Jeff drifted towards the ring of light, as if led by her song.

"You chose the dream…" She took his hand and led him down the block. As she walked just a little in front of him, her face was turned up at the clouded sky. "I'm a fountain of blood, in the shape of a girl. You're the bird on the brim, hypnotised by the whirl." She continued singing as they walked.

Jeff trotted behind her, watching the clouds as she did, or at least trying to. He kept tripping over irregularities on the sidewalk. She seemed to be gliding over them as if they weren’t even there. “Is this a dream? I can feel a breeze…”

"I have certainly dreamed of this…" She stopped at the corner of a building and pulled him closer, holding onto his arm. She leaned in to smell him. Jeff felt and heard a faint rumbling. Did she just purr? Her oversized, black and white striped sweater felt warm, but he could swear her hand was cool to the touch.

The woman's eyes roamed the street for a second. Then she inclined her head to the stairs leading down to the souterrain studio around the corner. She let go of him to go down the stairs and disappeared into the shadows. Jeff stood, unsure of what to do. Everything still seemed unreal to him. The way she had pulled him in, the way she had come to him in the museum. He felt… wanted? The thought brought him down the stairs, into the darkness; eyes unready, it took a change in the air around him and the feel of carpet under his shoes to let him know he had come through a door.

"Stop. Don't move…" Her voice commanded from across the room. A few seconds passed and then a lamp was turned on, aimed at a canvas depicting a rough stone wall in crude brush strokes. The studio was a mess of unfinished paintings, sketches, pencils and paint. The wall to his right was lined with shelves, supplies tossed on them with little rhyme or reason, while the opposite had a few raised work surfaces. There were so many canvasses and pieces of plywood leaned against them that it was impossible to tell whether they were desks or tables. The floor was littered with sketches and lined paper covered in regular blocks of text that Jeff assumed must be songs or poetry. A deep carmine carpet was just visible through the layer of papers. She stood in a doorway and the carpet continued in that dark room. She shed her shoes, socks and leggings on the floor and said: "Close the door behind you, will you?"

It took a few seconds for Jeff to respond. Her tone when she had told him to stop had all but frozen him in place. But he managed to reach behind him and gently close the door. “Should I take my shoes off, too?” He tried not to stare, but he was stealing glances at her pale, bare feet.

She rummaged through the canvasses to find a fresh one. A stack of papers fell over as she tried to move an easel. She stood there, for a moment, canvass in one hand, and a sad look came over her. "Well, shit…"

Without thinking, Jeff moved forward to help her pick them up. Both of them were crouching down, picking up sketches and pages of poetry, until instead of grabbing the paper off the floor, she grabbed his hand. "You are so sweet…" She murmured, staring at him.

Jeff tried to stammer out a thank-you, but his voice caught in his throat as her eyes drew him in.

Without breaking eye-contact, she took his stack of papers, combined it with hers and placed them on the floor. Then, slow and silent, she leaned towards him and removed his glasses. She smiled and tilted her head at him. "Is the world all blurry now?" Jeff nodded meekly.

For a second, it seemed like she leaned in even closer, but she was rising to her feet. She chuckled softly as she took the glasses and the canvass into the other room. "Bring the easel." Silently, Jeff complied, carefully picking up the old, dark wood and bringing it into the next room.

The lighting was soft, from tiffany lamps on the nightstands on either side of the bed. The wallpaper depicted gigantic red roses against a dark background and the bedsheets where a tangle of black and burgundy at the foot of the bed. There were still pencils and brushes everywhere, but a lot less artwork. The floor was littered with lingerie and hosiery. She placed the glasses on a nightstand turned around to look at Jeff. "Have you ever done this before?"

Jeff looked at the bed and the lace garments next to it. “I almost did just after graduating high school, but her… oh…” She had meant modelling. His cheeks matched the roses on the walls for a moment.

She stepped up to him, took the easel and placed it near the foot of the bed, with the canvass on it. Then she stared at him once more, taking him in from head to toe, his hair, his checkered shirt, his old jeans, his sneakers. She stroked his cheek and grinned at him. "Is there anything you need?"

“Just… tell me where you’d like me?” His voice rasped a bit. “And maybe a glass of water?”

Her mouth opened and she slowly licked her lips and her teeth. "Where I'd like you…" Her fingers flexed in the air, grasping at nothing. Her eyes strayed to his throat. "What a tempting dream…" Jeff’s eyes flicked towards the soft bedspread, a slightly disappointed look crossing his face. Her hand stroked his cheek, coaxing him to look at her. "Yeah, I think I know where I'd like you…" Suddenly embracing him, she leaned in for a long kiss with a hint of teeth on the lower lip. A soft moan escaped him, and his hands began to come up to caress her back. His erection made his jeans feel too tight.

She sighed and stepped away, pointing at the bed. Her voice was strangely distant. "Sit. Look at the wall. I want to draw your jawline."

Dazed, Jeff slowly climbed onto the bed. He folded his legs into a cross-legged position, facing the wall. Though he kept his head pointed forward, his eyes strained to maintain contact with her.

She found a pencil somewhere on the floor, after carelessly flinging a pair of black panties away. She sketched for a few minutes and then her lips moved silently. She shook her head and gave Jeff an impatient look. "At the wall!" Jeff made a startled, chirping noise, and fixed his eyes on one of the large, dark roses in front of him.

"I'm sorry, pet. I'll help…" She spoke softly. "Just look at the rose petals. Look at how they form this concentric circle with a beautiful dark centre. Follow those lines with your eyes. You'll find it's easy to relax and just sit there, fascinated and still. It's easy. I'll tell you when to move, if I need you to. For now, just sit and stare."

Jeff’s shoulders began to relax and his face softened. He began to follow the curves of the roses as instructed, starting with the outlines. As he did, he began to notice little gradations in the color of each petal which hadn’t been immediately noticeable in the soft light. The shadowy outlines and the refracted light from the glass lampshades intersected each petal at intervals, and he found himself trying to notice each point of intersection, how the change in light affected the shade of each red brushstroke.

"Good…" Only her voice and the rose petals. "There is no need to move at all. Perhaps the chin inches up a little. Effortlessly, just like that. That body is so still now. Petrified. Statuesque. Very good. Transfixed. As if the rose's dark centre is drawing you in." Her words guided his eyes in swirls around each petal, and his entire consciousness seemed to move in swirls with his eyes. As his eyes and mind turned over and over, his body… no… the body… remained where it had been placed, unneeded.

Time passed, but it was impossible to measure. Until finally, she spoke again, her voice much closer now. "So good. Good, good boy. So deliciously still…" Her hands touched the shoulders, opened the top buttons of the shirt, and caressed the arms. Jeff felt cool hands somewhere, but they were far away, affecting somewhere else. The body was still, where it needed to be. He was in the roses, where he needed to be.

A soft growl. Her hands pulled the shirt open, urgently now, until the shoulders were naked. Claws dug into the skin. "Thank you, delicious boy… " And then a kiss on the neck, again with a hint of teeth, a long, wet, hungry kiss. From far away, the body felt a cold breath, a sharp pain, and then a cascade of heat that poured from the neck down through the body, past a cock which jumped and strained against a pair of jeans, leg muscles that would normally writhe and thrash, but instead stayed locked in place. Two sets of breathing could be heard, two deep moans, one masculine and one feminine. The heat then rushed into his mind, sending him tumbling faster through the roses, mind going end over end, consumed by heat and pleasure. The color of the roses’ petals flared an intense and vivid red, and then it was as if the lights dimmed and the room faded away.

The room where Jeff woke up was strangely bright. Spotlights shone on modern paintings against the white walls. Vivid colours and thick lines, cartoonish and grotesk. He was sprawled out on a couch against one of those white walls, and there was a mixed media display in the middle of the room. He took a deep breath and got up from the couch. He felt a little dizzy. Then, he saw the painting hanging above the couch.

A painting of a young man, sitting cross-legged on a bed, staring at the roses on the wallpaper. The man looked vaguely familiar… it was probably just the look in his eye, lost in the wall before him. The sign beside it said the painting was called Still Life in the Red Room by Audrey Stark.

A bell resounded through the halls of the gallery, indicating closing time. Jeff smiled, feeling so much more relaxed then when he'd ran into the gallery an hour or so ago. He had all the time in the world to study art. Maybe he'd just come back to the gallery again tomorrow.

[swisssadge]

Accidental kiss

JupiterGoddess here. This (longer than intended) fanfic is my entry for Yanan-e-Gemma’s fanfiction contest. Here’s the link: https://yananegemmalovefighters.tumblr.com/post/176438972325/contest And yup, I chose the picture with Seiya and Shaina. Enoy! n.n

It is amazing how easily things can turn out differently than originally intended.

Seiya and Shaina were strolling through Tokyo, having just finished their day at the Minerva College. A prestigious school owned by the influental and wealthy Kido family. Or to be more precisely, by the only heiress, Saori Kido, successor of her late grandfather Mitsumasa.

Dressed in their school’s uniform, consisting of a white shirts, blue skirts for the girls and black trousers for the boys, they chatted amiably as they walked through the bustling streets to the next train station. Being classmates and close acquaintances, they had more than enough topics to talk about; from their fellow classmates’ antiques, to the last exam they had written.

Shaina joked and laughed, giving herself relaxed and upbeat. Inside, however, a giddiness gnawed at her that she felt when being with Seiya. They had known each other for several years, but only recently had Shaina started to feel this… odd around him.

A few weeks ago, she had noticed that she had started to see Seiya differently. That she paid attention to little things, details, about him which she never had really heeded before. And whenever she was with him, butterflies started to swarm in her belly. A new and strange sensation, but none she disliked. And she had quickly realised what it was.

Shaina had fallen in love with him.

However, she had not yet told anybody about her feelings. Not even her best friend, Shaina. On one hand, Shaina was still trying to come to terms with her feelings. On the other, she had simply no idea how to approach him about them. Seiya was not unpopular with the girls. He was especially close to Miho, another classmate. They were not officially a couple, but everyone seemed to deem them a safe bet.

The only thing that helped Shaina keep her newly discovered jealousy in check was the fact that she got along very well with Miho, and that the blue-haired girl was as sweet and gentle as she was. Someone who cared about others, no matter who they were.

Shaina sighed inwardly. If this kept up, she would need to go to Marin for advice after all. Usually, the green-haired girl could be tough as nails, but in this matter, she seemed to be unexpectedly shy.

After a pause she said: „Thank you for lending me that DVD, Seiya. I can't believe it sold out so quickly.“

„Well, the movie is great“, the brown-haired boy replied with a light laugh. „And very, very popular.“

„Yeah, I heard that. It's a shame Marin and I missed it in theatres.“

This DVD was the reason why Shaina accompanied him, taking a detour to his place. It was Friday, and she and Marin had planned a movie evening tomorrow. They had chosen this particular movie because everyone told them how great it was. Luckily, Seiya had procured himself a copy of it. Apparently, it had been sold out days after it hit the shelves.

At the station, they boarded the train they needed. The usual commuter crowd surrounded them. After about ten minutes, they already reached their destination. Now it was only a handful more minutes walk to Seiya's place.

„So is it as good as everyone keeps saying?“, Shaina asked jokingly as they strolled through the quieter suburban streets.

„Well…“ Seiya grinned. „Considering I‘ve already watched it five times… I'd say yes.“

Shaina laughed shortly. „Five times? Wow. Then it must be even better than the rumours.“

„I leave that judgement to you.“

Suddenly, something hit the green-haired girl square on the forehead, making her flinch.

„What is it?“

Without her noticing, the clouds that had adorned the sky had closed to a grey expanse above.

„Oh no… please not now. I haven’t got my umbrella with me.“

Seiya followed her gaze.

„Uh oh… we better hurry.“

It was too late. Another rain drop hit Shaina. A third. A fourth. And before they knew it, the single drops had turned into rain.

„Come on, let’s go!“, Seiya beckoned the green-haired girl.

She needed no second invitation. As fast as they could, they ran towards the safety of Seiya’s flat. However, they couldn’t prevent getting soaked within moments. It was as if the sky had opened some kind of flood-gates.

When they reached the building in which Seiya’s flat was located, Shaina almost sighed with relief. However, she was still dripping wet from head to toes. Luckily, the blouse was made of cotton and not of silk or any other thin material. Otherwise, the situation would have turned out downright embarassing by now.

„Just great“, the green-haired girl grumbled and looked down at herself. „Now what do I do?“

„Well, I can at least get you a towel so you can dry yourself at least partially“, Seiya offered as he pushed the elevator button. „And an umbrella for your way home. But aside from that…“

„Well, that would already be helpful“, Shaina mumbled in a frustrated tone.

Seiya laughed lightly, a sound that sent the butterflies inside Shaina’s belly buzzing wildly. She dared not meet his gaze as they exited the elevator, walked along the corridor and Seiya opened the door to his flat with his keys.

„Come on in. Let’s get dry first.“

„Thanks.“

They walked inside, and Seiya closed the door behind them.

It wasn’t the first time Shaina had visited Seiya. Yet now, being here alone with him sent the butterflies in her belly into a frenzy all over again. The familiarity of the place helped only little.

It happened when Shaina took off her shoes.

She lifted her leg to take off the second one, balancing on one leg so she needn’t bend down. That was when Seiya made a step sideways to put his keys onto the small table next to the door – and accidentally bumped into her. Shaina lost her balance, fell against Seiya and together, they tumbled to the ground.

It didn’t hurt. Instead, she found her face only inches from his.

Shaina’s heart seemed to stop beating. The entire world actually seemed to stop. There were only those warm eyes of his, in their unique reddish-brown color.

Her lips seemed to move on their own. Or rather, hers and his seemed to get pulled towards each other like magnets. Before she knew what happened, their lips locked in an almost… hungry kiss.

A jolt of electricity coursed through her body. For a few seconds, her brain seemed incapable of comprehending what was happening. But it was all real. Here Shaina was, on the floor of Seiya’s flat, kissing him. His scent was manly, without being overly so, and had a touch of rain to it. A nice scent. A scent which had always been there, but which like so many things about Seiya, Shaina had only noticed at the edge of her consciousness. And his lips were good lips, firm yet with a touch of softness which made her want to nibble at them.

,I wish this could last forever.‘

Alas, it didn’t. Eventually, they had to break appart to gasp for air.

Sudden heat flared on Shaina’s cheeks, and she averted her eyes. Now that the magic moment had passed, she felt ashamed of herself.

„I-I’m sorry“, she managed to get out. „I shouldn’t have presumed…“

„Hey, don’t worry about it.“

His tone was so gentle, that Shaina looked at him in surprise.

„What? B-but…“

„It’s fine“, Seiya repeated with one of his intoxicating smiles. „I’m still single, if that’s what got you worried. And while I like Miho a lot, depsite what people say we’re no couple.“

„Oh…“

Shaina felt her cheeks grow warm again. And she felt ashamed to have jumped to conclusions so quickly.

„I should’ve been more aware of your feelings“, the brown-haired young man continued. „I am so sorry for my blindness. But, Shaina…“ His eyes gained an intensity that kept her eyes captive. „I am happy this happened. Because… I love you. I am in love with you for a while now, but I never knew how to approach you about it. If I had realised what you felt earlier…“

Shaina broke into a laugh. She hadn’t realised that she had been this tense, but that tension broke its way out of her. Relief made her head spin. Who would have guessed that Seiya had struggled with the same problems as her! Or that he carried the same feelings as her in the first place.

„There’s nothing to forgive, Seiya.“ She gave a quick kiss on his cheek. „I guess we have both been blind. And yes… I love you too. A lot.“

„Shaina…“

Their eyes bore into each other. And once again, their bodies moved as if on a silent agreement. All thought was abandoned. Instead, they kissed each other hungrily, on the lips, on the cheeks, on the necks. Shaina opened the top-most buttons of Seiya’s shirt and laid a hand on his warm chest. He, in turn, slid his hand beneath her blouse and stroked the bottom of her back. The touch sent chills down her spine.

„Do you really want it?“, Seiya asked in a husky voice.

„Yes. Yes. Yes.“ In her opinion, nothing more needed be said.

And what had begun as a simple lendig of a DVD turned into something much more than they both had bargained for.

[headstrongblake]

❛ you save my life all the time because you’re an idiot and you don’t know any better. let me…let me do it for you, just once. because you actually deserve it. ❜

memes. | @cockrch 

     you save my life all the time because you’re an idiot and you don’t know any better. let me… let me do it for you, just once. because you actually deserve it.

    no. he doesn’t understand. she’s past this. past saving. doesn’t want it— won’t accept it. this apocalyptic world had taken so much from them and she’s so fucking tired. destroyed. the rain pelted down, soaking them through— something that used to bring the youngest blake so much joy and here she stood at the edge of the bridge, hand gun pointed towards the only one she’s been able to count on in the last six years. she can’t let him get near her. he’ll grab her. stop her like he stopped her on that hill side and kept her from saving lincoln. 

    of all people he knows. he knows what it’s like to have everything taken from you. to commit the horrors they’ve had to. murdering hollow mothers. losing their people; the loved ones that drove their worlds and kept them centered. and then there’s those moments their humanity slipped into the darkness. when they brutally and without mercy took the lives of the seven men who’d gunned lincoln down or stood and watched. they picked them off slow. following them for days before the last man finally begged for death. 

   even now if they managed to find bellamy. who would he find? not the baby sister who left him in the beginning. the one filled with defiance and determination that she knew best. that she could set out to find the rest of their family. what a brilliant idea. how fantastic that had turned out. “i can’t murphy…” her head shook, dead eyes staring at him. “i can’t do this.” the words broke from her lips as she choked down a sob. what was bellamy? was he alive still? or was he wandering around in hell as a hollow? “he’s dead… they’re all dead…” how could they keep going? she didn’t want to survive. not if it meant they survived like this. her eyes were almost fully closed until she heard the small shuffle. the very quiet movement. octavia tightened her grip on the gun and glared towards murphy when she heard him take steps towards her. “dont. don’t fucking move—please, murphy, okay, please don’t make me live like this.” tears slid down her cheeks leaving clean tracks on her dirtied face.

if you jump. i jump.

    no, he’s not serious. he wouldn’t do that. “don’t be stupid…” but would he be? wasn’t that what she was doing. wanting it all to end because how many times can someone really break until the pieces no longer fit back together? they would never be whole. never recover. not from the horrors they’d seen and the things they’d done to survive. it was all for survival wasn’t it? most of the time. at least they told themselves that. dark eyes shifted from him to in front of her, her one hand gripped on the gun and the other to the bridge as she stood on the railing. water rushed quickly underneath them causing loud crashes against the rocks below. she could do it. be free of it all. find a peace she’d long since forgotten. but she’d leave murphy. or… if he held true, he’d follow after her.

    her knuckles turned white around the grip of the gun but her once firm hold had begun to shake. begun to waver. she couldn’t let murphy die. not after all this time. not after how many times she’d saved him. and he’d saved her. octavia could feel his breath on her— how close he’d gotten while she looked at death. her entire frame shook as she looked back at him, pure agony displayed on her face. “i need bellamy…” her teeth clattered together, slowly releasing her grip as his fingers took the gun from her hands. he knew she’d never shoot him. she knows it to. “he needs to be alive murphy…”

  she needed her brother again. but needed murphy more than ever. more than anyone. couldn’t survive without him. it wasn’t until she stretched out her hand to him and he helped her down did she collapse in his arms. shaking and sobbing in the rain. 

         ——— also i thought you might enoy @soldiiermade

[moonraccoon-exe]

Hi Moon, I just saw your message! I hope you've been well.

*gAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASPS*

oH MY GAWD 

I-IRIDAE... (ಥ﹏ಥ) 

*SHarp inHALE*

FLOUR

I-IT’S

IT’S YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

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*cliNGS TO YOUR HEAD*

I AIN’T EVER LETTING YOU AGAIN DID YOU HEAR ME, I’LL STAY HUGGED TO YOUR GLORIOUS AND WONDERFUL AND GOOD-SMELLING HEAD FROM NOW ON AND I’LL BE LIKE rawrwaaawrad ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ WITH MY PAW AT ANYONE THAT TRIES TO TAKE ME OFF IT OKAY!?

Flour, I missed you so much... (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I mean, it’s okay to disappear, real life happens a lot! BOY, do I know that and do you know I know that! So it really is entirely okay to disappear at times, you gotta focus in real life and all that stuff first and yourself, okay? *pets you*

I just really missed you! So I’m SO HAPPEH to see you drop by again!! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶♡

I’m doing mostly well,yes! Mostly health wise, I’m doing fantastically ( ´ ▽ ` ) And I’m figuring how to make things work out in other things, but it’s going okay, thank you so much!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, you have NO IDEA how absolutely HAPPY it makes me to know you’ve been doing well! It feels like both a weight off my chest and like being sprinkled in the face with confetti. It’s a “little” thing but it makes me smile and go all aah  ( ´ ▽ ` )

Busy summer! That’s GOOD! It means you’re doing stuff and doing stuff is GREAT and amazing! Evenmore so when I know you’ve been doing okay. So you go ahead and nail all that stuff! Experiences are what make us live life for real, so you get as busy as possible and enjoy all of what summer’s got to offer this year, okay!? IMMA BE CHEERING ON YOU! o(>ω

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THE IGGY AND THE BEAST

OF COURSE

I FORGOT YOU WERE READING IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! 

*clingS WITH EVEN MORE STRENGTH THAN BEFORE TO YOUR HEAD*

YOU LOVELY AND WONDERFUL CREATURE KAJSDKSDJF THANK YOU SO IMMENSELY MUCH FOR SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I’m happy to know that you enoyed this chapter! I know it’s going so slow, but I hope each chapter feels a litle more fluffy than the one prior to it, you’ll see we ARE going somewhere!!

Thank you so much for not dropping the story yet,and for giving it a chance, and for eing so nice and kind to me about it. Really, it means a kaload to me, buddy. I’m just...so happy that you’re reading and enjoying. It means the world asdjsd h aaah (ಥ﹏ಥ)

*loUD SOB*

BUT I’M HAPPIER TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN AND TO KNOW YOU’VE BEEN DOING WELL I’M SO HAPPY ABOUT IT AND AAAAAAH (ﾉД`)

I’m sorry I replied just now! During the weekend I was strangely sensitive and itwas like hnfnhgmdfgd, so I prefered to wait until I was better to SCREAM BECAUSE YOU’RE BACK AND I FREAKING ADORE YOU ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Thank you sooooooo,so,so immensely much for dropping by again, Flour! I’ve missed you so much!!!

Definitely looking forwards to hear from you soon again! Sending you magical and happy raccoonie vibes!

I hope you’re having a MOST BEAUTIFUL day or night, buddy!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

[blushing-starker]

Y'all. When I say this is the filfthiest thing I've ever posted here, I mean it. This took me four hours. I can't even, this may be one of the smuttiest things I've written, period. Like, I don't even know how to tag everything. Apologies if I missed something.

Warnings: consensual, definitely consensual but these two idiots don't talk about it beforehand, it's explicitly consensual though, no worries, degradation, so much degradation, slurs, again consensual, dirty talk, dom!Peter, sub!Tony, I assure you they had loads of aftercare afterwards, praise kink, not really pet play but the phrase 'good boy' is used, Peter wears a skirt, heels and stockings, mentions of choking (light, like one sentence), um, Tony is pinned down. Now that I reread it, I realize is a bit short than the smuttiest thing I've ever written, what do you know? Hope you enoy? Please consider reblogging to give me dopamine and a shot of joy?

He's not 100% certain how it started, this come and go relationship with Tony. Sure, Peter could accuse, could lie and say his professor was being unprofessional, manipulative and overwhelmingly powerful. The other students might whisper how he purposely played coy, a whore with fangs acting like a trembling sheep in need of a good fucking. It's not like he's unaware of the looks they send his way, pretty boy in a skirt couldn't possibly have an iota of knowledge besides knowing how to enthrall poor souls with a mouth painted red.

Thing is, and he's thought about this for months, they'd all be wrong. Tony wasn't a predator, or prey. Peter doesn't have the capacity to seduce a stranger, let alone a man his parents consider family.

The world thinks they had schemes, plans to capture each other. Another notch on their belts, another broken heart. But it's not like that. In fact, it's much simpler. It was Ned Leeds' fault, at least one third of it; whether everyone else believes it or not is a different matter.

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There's unspoken rules in their relationship, things that should be honored and respected. Tony doesn't want Peter kissing him when Morgan is in the house. Won't give him five extra points even if Peter sucked his brain through his dick right under the classroom desk. Peter will leave bloody trails on a tanned back if his skirts and stockings are ruined. No booty calls while he's hanging out with his friends. And, one of the only rules they both agreed on, no fucking in school. Actually, no fucking in campus, dorm room included. Today, Tony has managed to break nearly all the promises they technically never made.

He's lifted, pinned against the ridiculously high bookshelf in Tony's office so harshly bruises are already forming. Hands, suddenly reverent and sweet, smooth over the worn out band tee too thin to keep out the cold. An apology, he supposes. But not something long lasting because his lover, for lack of a word that encapsulates the ache and hurt and joy and peace that defines Tony Stark, continues his ruthless conquest.

Peter's grateful for the little edge the shelf has at the bottom, just above the cabinets holding more volumes. It's the one thing besides a ravaging beast holding him up. Of course, it'd be much better if he weren't in high heels.

"Tony," it's a gasp, pained and high pitched as sharp teeth sink into his collarbone with no remorse, "Tony, what's going on?"

A growl, so out of place in this office where students come to quietly plead and beg for mercy, that all the hair on his body rises the same way it does when they watch a scary movie. He wonders if maybe it'd be better to act like his classmates and ask for Tony's reconsideration with misty eyes and a small voice. It's worked before, crocodile tears coming out to play with his lover's darker desires. Couldn't hurt, really. And then there's a very audible rip and any thought of behaving like a polite young man dies alongside his patience.

"Did you just ruin my new stockings?" Ned used to say he only ever got afraid of Peter when he was angry, when his voice got sickenly sweet and gentle, when the trap was put up. If you valued your life, you'd learn to find the steel in that voice and run as soon as it was identified. Tony, at least, stops his ministrations. Doesn't dare move his hands from the crime scene. Pretending you're a saint only makes the devil madder.

Peter rakes blunt nails over a stumbling pulse point, tightens long legs around Tony so he can't escape. "I asked you a question." Sing song now, as giggly as a kind Disney princess. The man trapped by his best nightmare and worst dream tenses, attempts to hide next to the bruise he so thoroughly painted on a pale neck. Peter's never liked cowards.

He yanks at expertly combed hair, snarls out his next words, "I said, did you just ruin my fucking stockings when I have a class with Beck in thirty minutes?", is secretly pleased when spit lands on a flushed cheek. Tony has that look in his eye, not quite dear or ecstasy, just abandon and Jesus Christ, Peter doesn't have the time for this.

It's not hard, pushing off from the book shelf so they lose balance and Tony crumbles into a chair behind them. Leather beneath curled fists, and oh, yeah, this'll do nicely. Peter lunges forward, practically crushes already faulty lungs while hunting down lotion in the cabinet nearby. Isn't surprised to find what he needs. What does startle him enough he freezes is something pink. Pretty and pink and

"Oh, Tony. Is that it, you were feeling lonely and needy and cockstupid so you wanted to jerk off in the office? Preferred the real thing and couldn't take it anymore?" His professor, for all his PhDs and awards and book deals, can't connect the dots and furrows his brow. Peter picks up the pink strip, trails it over Tony's shoulder and bares his teeth when recognition makes him blush a new shade of red.

"I've been looking for this bra everywhere, you know. Thought MJ might have borrowed it for a date. Should have guessed a slut like you would hoard it." The man flinches, hurt curling his lips down, down, down. But Peter knows Tony enjoys a bit of pain when vulnerable. Has a neat list of dates in his mind's eyes, instances where he showed the upper hand and Tony didn't hesitate to roll over in submission. They may not have a clear idea on what they are, but he'd never hurt Tony in a way that he didn't like.

Still. A hand strokes warm cheekbones, lips flutter over ruby scratches and he nuzzles closer. "This ok, Tony?" The softness here isn't a lie, isn't a game of chess. Peter will drop this whole thing in a second if his partner feels uncomfortable, no hesitation. He'd rather go to class hard in a ruined skirt and stockings than break Tony.

But this man is full of surprises. Clears his throat a couple of times and Peter is there, snatching a water bottle close to the chair and insisting Tony drink a few gulps. Fumbles around in his pockets for a granola bar, is kissed gently but rejected. He leaves it on the shelf just in case.

"I know this is different from what we've done, and we should really discuss it like responsible adults afterwards because it's important and new. But," Tony sighs, rests his head on Peter's shoulder and breathes in deeply, "but I really like where this is going. And maybe it was kind of on purpose, on a whim except it wasn't, I've been thinking about this for weeks on end. I tried getting off to you, and then I remembered the rules and God, nothing makes me harder than when you take control, so gorgeous and fierce and mine. Long story short, I'm a coward who can only try things under time pressure to ensure I don't back out.

"I understand if you want to leave. You wouldn't be the first. I'd get over it and we could act like it never happened. That's fine. I never wanna make you feel bad." Peter thinks his heart might crack open on the spot.

"Wanna know what I'm thinking about right now?"

"Hmm?"

"Ned."

Tony jolts back, entire body trying to melt into the chair. Peter pulls at him, growls until his lover tentatively settles down.

"I'm thinking about Ned because he was the one that dared me to wear a skirt to school. Your class, specifically. I'd been driving him crazy the entire semester, planning out strategies, worrying over asking out my insanely hot professor, getting scared at the last minute and then deciding to hook up with whoever was around. Until MJ sat me down, Betty taped me to a chair and Ned started a game of truth or dare. Except the only thing they did was dare me to kiss you, or leave roses on the desk. I said no, it'd be too easy for me to back out." He runs a hand through previously gelled hair, delights in the shiver that gets him.

"Monday morning, they took off my pants, burned them and told me to wear the skirt or show half the campus my underwear." Tony chokes, splutters against his chest and that was basically Peter's reaction back then.

"So I get it, having to throw yourself into something because you know you're afraid of it. I'm, I'm definitely up for this, you have no idea how hot it is to see you like this." A groan and shudder this time, the movement right beneath his ass. "I'd ride you until you screamed out my name, but we can't do that because I have class in, crap, fifteen minutes. Are you ok with this?"

"Absolutely."

"And you'll tell me if it's too much?"

"I promise I will, now please, Peter, I'm dying here."

Those are the magic words. Gone is the considerate, kind lover who cared about assurances and selflessness. He doubts Tony will mind.

With a flick of his wrist, his skirt is flipped up and the guttural noise that leaves Tony when he catches sight of white panties has Peter cursing Beck for giving a class at the unholy hour of 1pm. Hands, shaking, trembling in what he's sure is excitement try to tug down the lingerie. They're slapped away, pinned to the armrests and held there.

"No. You wanna act like a needy bitch interrupting my lunch for a quickie, not think about me or my plans because your cock was more important? Fine. I would have sucked you off under the desk, let you choke me and make me cry." Tony scrambles forward, intent on convincing him that they could still do that, Peter could still do as he's saying and yeah, any other day, sure.

But, "But no. You had to break the rules, rip my new clothes and act all moody, rutting like a dog against me, didn't even let me sit, just pinned me like an animal, a beast and expected me to what, roll over and let you come in me before a two hour class?"

His lover is shaking now, eyes cloudy and Peter wants to ravage and break and ruin. He shoves Tony back with a snarl, lowers the increasingly tight panties and almost empties out the bottle of lotion just because he can and he wants to be slick. There's a perfectly good d1ck ready to go under his lap, yet that'd be nice for Tony and the thing Peter definitely doesn't want to be right now is nice. So obviously he grinds down.

His lover spasms, tears holes in the armrests and Peter laughs. "It's obvious, now that I think about it. You were trying to rile me up, weren't you, my needy bitch? Wanted me to take control and show you who's boss. I'm disappointed, Tony. If you're gonna make a plan, at least be original. This is probably," he strokes himself at a fast pace, immediately has to bite down on his tongue to hold back the tidal wave that approaches when Tony's eyes desperately latch onto him like a drowning man seeing a shadow on the horizon, "probably the least imaginative thing you've ever done.

"What would the others say? The great Tony Stark, a genius, the futurist, the saviour of our generation thinking with his d1ck and not even that went well, did it?" He keeps jerking off, mindful of the clock by the door and how much seeing a wrecked Tony makes his body ache in all the right places. Hesitantly, nervously, the husk of a great man arches his throat, bares a column of tanned skin.

It's a sign of submission. Tony, the infamously domineering playboy, is telling Peter Parker to ruin him further.

He doesn't last long after that. Sinks his teeth into Tony, shakes him a bit when cold fingers try to trace the edge of his ripped stockings. "Those aren't the rules, honey. And good boys who get rewards follow the rules, don't they?" It's exhilarating, wrenching Tony's head back and seeing how tears have started dripping down. Causes his ego to skyrocket and they're doing this every single week because the dopamine rush is unlike anything else. Then again, it's Tony. The man has lead Peter to a thousand firsts.

His lover behaves, grips the chair for dear life and attempts to stay still beneath Peter's grinding, unknowingly presents an interesting opportunity. "You can touch me, if you'd like. But only if you repeat after me." Suspicion mixes with excitement, gives Tony enough access back to his neurons that he remains frozen in place. It brings a smile to Peter's face, pride making him feel merciful. He ducks down to kiss Tony, the filfthiest interlocking of lips that can't even be called a kiss because of the aggression and harshness it holds.

There's little time between the next class, most likely Beck will reprimand him for being late in front of a hundred classmates if he takes too long. Time to bring out the big guns.

"You either touch me, repeat after me and I get you off or you don't even graze me and your only help will be your right hand. Either way, I'm fine, aren't I?" Because your pleasure is a footnote, an afterthought that I couldn't care less about. You're merely an instrument, a tool and not even a very good one.

Peter is grateful his lover can read between the lines. "Please, please let me touch you, Peter." Oh, crap, he didn't expect the pleading voice, the desperate edge lining a high pitched whine.

"Say you're my needy little bitch." Go big or go home.

"I'm your needy," he grinds down again, this time for a bit longer, " little bitch. All yours, Peter. "

"Such a good boy, aren't you?" If he croons it out, nobody has to know. "You can touch my chest and only my chest."

Immediately, hands are pushing his shirt up, caressing the narrow expanse between his shoulders, swooping down to scratch at a shivering navel, tracing random designs on his ribs. But they're not random. Not at all.

Yours.

"Say you belong to me, Tony. My own cockstupid whore." Lips gently press against the left side of his heaving chest, against his heart and thank God for romantic lovers in need of a dominant partner. When Tony repeats the words, it sounds like a prayer, like he's accepting that damnation is also salvation. Like he sees Peter as his own god.

"I'm yours, Peter. Just a cockstupid whore that wanted you to take control. That's all I am." If a therapist heard that, he has a feeling they wouldn't a lie in that statement.

And it's true. But it's also wrong.

"You're more than that, Tony." He flinches, looks at Peter with such wide, pleading eyes he doesn't know how anyone could ever think it possible to hurt such a precious thing.

"You're not just a whore. You're my good boy." Peter shamelessly comes on a three hundred dollar suit when Tony sobs, curls inward and mouths the words incessantly.

Goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy

The aftershocks have him reeling, toes still curling in his high heels and mind too far away to notice a phone ringing.

"Peter, Peter, please." The begging snaps him out of it, draws reality back in. If his refractory period were better, he'd be rock hard at the sight Tony makes. Hair askew, cheeks flushed, bottom lip bleeding, eyes teary, neck a collage of scratches and bruises. The man looks debauched.

Ruined. And Peter did that. He wants to do it again. But it's not his job to be nice.

Staring right at Tony, he fishes out his phone, accepts the call without even looking at the contact name. "Yeah?"

"Peter! Guess what," he's not actually given time to guess, "Beck ate some old cafeteria food and got sick so we're free for the day! The Dean said Beck might have to stay home for two weeks. We could check out that new movie at, hey, come on, MJ."

"Hey, dork."

"Hey, MJ."

"You with him?"

"Uh-huh."

Beneath him, Tony tries to hold back a new round of tears when he starts rocking again. He's, fortunately, unsuccessful.

"Cool. I put a bag of wipes and some extra clothes in your backbag. Snacks and Gatorade, too."

Peter blinks, stops moving and thinks back to the beginning of lunch when MJ said she had to go to the bathroom. MJ wouldn't touch the campus bathroom with a ten foot pole and a hazmat suit.

"Did you-"

"Anyway, Betty owes me twenty bucks and a date now, so we'll go to the mall while Ned and Flash lose at the arcade. Text later, dork." The call ends.

Grinning like a mad scientist, Peter swivels back to Tony, head full of ideas that he hopes will get some more tears from this gorgeous, ridiculous man.

"You'll never guess what happened."

His lover muffles a scream on Peter's shoulder while he's busy laughing.

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They may not be clear on who has what percentage of blame, but a year later, Peter and Tony's wedding invitations say, "The Parker-Stark wedding, courtesy of one Ned Leeds' dare".

I blame @galaxynerdbitch for this, darling and I had a very interesting conversation that, when analyzed, was just us screeching over tom. Here's to many more babe, I love you.