#and i'm just like well! bring it on! cut it open! fix it i’m OVER it

[trebeksfault]

i love my body i love ehlers danlos..........

[ak4e7a]

kiss it off me — enha ot6 legal line foodplay !

cw: f!reader; 4nal, ass eating, temperature play, ice d1ldo, tit worship, possessive kink, cum eating, blah blah blah

a/n: for my freakhoonz OBVIOUSLY but most importantly for @heeslomll !!! congratulations on graduating nessa! i love you and i'll always be proud of you my sweet girl. twinz forever <3

this is in no way supposed to be an accurate portrayal of enhypen. minors dni, 18+ only.

heeseung

your boyfriend affectionately refers to your ass as his personal cake

and one day you're lounging in bed with him the AC isn't working; it's a hot ass day so both of you, of course, are naked and eating ice cream, giggling like kids up to no good

things start to get out of hand when heeseung shakes the can of whipped cream too hard and it gets everywhere, splattering your face in the process.

"hee!" you squeal, wrinkling your nose at him in half-serious disgust. "it's sticky!"

"sorry, baby. i'll clean you up, hold on." he takes his finger and swipes up the whipped cream that decorates your features, and you think he's going to either lick it off himself or feed it to you, but he does neither

with a mischievous glint in his eye he rubs it over your lips

"i'm still sticky," you whine

"sorry, here, i'll fix it," he says, giving you a kiss and licking the cream off your lips. he keeps his tongue poking out and licks all the way across your face. "mm, babe. you taste so good. just wanna eat you up."

flustered, you stutter out, "you can, if you want..."

"any part of you?"

"uh-huh," you answer, too fixated on his pretty features

"turn over, then, baby." heeseung makes you literally spread your ass open and for a moment you think he's going to eat your cunt from the back

but then you hear the sound of the whipped cream canister spraying, and then you feel the cold topping drip onto your puckered rim

and then you feel the familiar glide of heeseung’s rough tongue, although this time he’s not eating your pussy

but he does have two fingers fucking your hole open while he eats your ass

“want you to cum like this, baby. can you do that for me? please?”

you can’t do anything but obey; after all, your boyfriend treats you so well, all the time

the rest under the cut!

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jay

you’ve been wanting to ask your boyfriend if you can try ass play but you’re nervous

but also you just really really love him and you want to give him the honor of claiming your last untouched hole

so you when you bring it up, you also ask jay if you can do a shot of his expensive whiskey to help calm your nerves

and he’s like, “of course, darling, anything to help you feel good—but we don't have to do it if you’re not 100% sure about it.”

and you say, “no, i’m sure i want this, you know i just have a hard time relaxing…”

being the loving boyfriend who also loves to spoil you that he is, he gives in to your whims

but, also, jay being jay, obviously he isn’t going to just give you a glass with a shot of Suntory

he puts the shot in his mouth and then kisses you, spitting it into your mouth

and then repeats this a few more times until you feel the warm, dazed feeling of the alcohol buzz permeate through your insides

“‘m ready, daddy,” you murmur to him

“okay angel face, get on all fours for me, hm? face down, ass up, you know what to do.”

“yes, daddy,” you answer obediently

jay loves you like this: extra submissive and docile, not bratting out on him like you like to do

yeah he spits a little whiskey on the buttplug and then on your waiting hole to lube it up

“deep breaths for me, okay, princess? we can stop at any time.”

“no, daddy, want you to train me. wanna take your cock in my ass soon.”

“you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? hm? how does it feel, baby? tell daddy.”

“feels… ah! i feel so full.”

“you’re doing so well for me, baby. want my fingers, too? wanna be stuffed?”

that’s a rhetorical question. of course you do

jake

to get back at jake for him blindfolding you and making you ride his abs, you blindfold him this time

of course he’s all up for it

but what he doesn't know is that when you were out today

you picked up a box of your favorite donuts

which is your favorite treat

right after your boyfriend's big cock of course

you leave your blindfolded jakey in the bedroom, cock straining against his abs while you go to the kitchen to microwave the donuts until they're warm

and all the while he’s whining impatiently, “baaaaabe, come back” over and over again

when he hears your footsteps enter the room you see his cock twitch in anticipation

and it twitches again when he hears your mischievous giggle

“alright, jakey, no touching, okay? put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpers but does what you ask of him

and then you take his cock in your mouth, deepthroating him easily thanks to the countless times you've given him head over the years

he’s still whimpering, now with the addition of bucking his hips up trying to fuck your face even if you’re pushing him back down gently

you come off his cock with a pop! and reach for the box of donuts, pulling out a glazed ring and giggling to yourself again before sliding it onto his cock

“uh, babe? what’s that?”

“nothing, jakey, don’t worry about it,” you answer. “just a little treat for both of us. how does it feel?”

“warm… and sticky… kinda like you…”

“good.”

when he cries out that he’s about to cum

you stop sucking and use your sticky hand to jerk him off while you tongue at his balls

and jake cums all over your hand and it drips down onto the donut

you’re just as much of a freak as he is and you decide to eat it

with all the squirming he’s been doing, the blindfold falls off as you’re eating the donut

and he watches with his jaw practically on the floor as you do

you show him your empty mouth after you’re done: "look baby, all clean!"

his cock perks up again at the sight of you so happy, tummy full of sugar and his cum

sunghoon

he was fucking around trying to make popsicles and instead of being normal

he froze strawberries in WATER thinking that was a good idea

and you’re so annoyed with him bc wdym he froze your expensive japanese strawberries in water

he’s like “baby, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” but you're just giving him the cold shoulder…

until he says he’ll make it up to you, which has you intrigued

because sunghoon has some very interesting ways of apologizing

of course he knows how to say sorry

verbally

but also with his cock, among other things he uses to make you feel good

this time it’s the fucking strawberry-water popsicle, with the promise that he won’t let your precious strawberries go to waste

he gets you spread open on the bed, teasing your cunt with the popsicle

you shiver at the contact, feeling it already start to thaw against your heated skin

you watch him with lust-filled eyes as he brings the popsicle to his mouth and suck on it, his pretty pink lips forming a perfect pout

and then

“fuck, hoonie!” you cry out as he nudges the tip of the popsicle into your waiting hole

he gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck it into you, the coldness of the popsicle contrasting with the absolute heat rushing through your gummy, slick walls

“i’m really sorry, baby,” he says again

you literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about the strawberries at this point but you might as well use your earlier annoyance with him to your advantage

“want your cock, too, hoonie…”

he’s in no position to make you beg for it as he usually does

so he gives it to you, fucking you slow and deep for a few strokes before switching back to the popsicle

alternating between his warm skin and the melting ice has you close to the edge

but what makes you cum is when

he pulls the popsicle out of you and replaces it with his cock, thrusting into you down to the hilt while he takes a bite out of one of the strawberries

“mm,” he coos. “tastes way better like this, baby. wanna try?”

jungwon

having an innocent boyfriend has its perks

one of them being that he’s willing to try literally everything

so when you walk into the bedroom with a couple towels and a bottle of chocolate syrup

his eyeballs practically jump out of his head he’s so fucking excited

like what do you mean he gets to have his pretty girlfriend naked on the bed while he plays with her

he’s going to have wet dreams about this for weeks

but that’s for a different post, not this one

anyways

he straddles your waist and experimentally drips some syrup onto your tits

he’s learned to be a tease after being with you for some time now

so he completely skips your nipples, much to your dismay

they're hard and in his face so it's hard for him to not pay attention to them when he licks off the chocolate from your tits

you whine impatiently and he laughs under his breath before he indulges you

because he’s weak for you

and he spends what feels like hours just licking and sucking and biting at your nipples

moaning at the taste of the chocolate

moaning because your tits are in his mouth

moaning as his cock gets some friction against your smooth skin

you fucking cum just from him playing with your tits so passionately and intensely

like he is paying attention to them like he’s never seen them before in his life

and then just when you think he can’t surprise you any more

he cums, too

all over your stomach and underneath your tits

he rubs his cum on your nipples and licks it off with more chocolate syrup

neither of you can speak and the room is hot hot hot

and sticky

and honestly you should have known that your boyfriend had a little bit of a possessive streak when it comes to you

you’re hot as fuck and he wonders every day how he bagged you

regardless it makes your eyes roll back into your head when you manage to read what he’s written with his finger in a mix of chocolate syrup and his cum

right over your neglected cunt

property of yang jungwon.

sunoo

you're not as much of a sweets person as he is

but you love your boyfriend nonetheless

and you always want to indulge him no matter what

even if it includes him laying on you and getting the sugar dust of his gummy peach rings all over your skin

because, come on, you enjoy when he licks it off you

he always gets carried away

and blames it on the sugar high

but really he’s just horny

this time is no different

he has the neckline of your tank top pulled down to expose your tits to the cold room air

your nipples harden in excitement

and also to the sudden change in temperature

but mostly you’re excited because you love when he gets like this

it’s not very often when he’s catering to you and not the other way around

after all, your sunny baby is the brat in the relationship

moving on

you watch him intently as he sucks off the sugar from a peach ring

and then

places it over your nipple before admiring his work

it confuses you for a second and you almost get annoyed at him for making a sticky mess of you and not doing anything

both on your tits and in your panties

you look at him like ???

and he just fucking winks at you before ducking his head down to your tit

laving his tongue over your nipple, swirling it around the piece of candy and moaning

the vibration makes your back arch, pushing your tits even more into his face

he grabs your tit with his hand and squeezes it

and you don't notice until later but he uses his other hand to get his cock out

and push it inside you

cockwarming while he sucks on your sugar-coated nipples

moaning when you clench around him

which, in turn, makes you moan even louder

“you’re so sweet, lovely. just like candy.”

taglist: @karinasbaby @enha-stars @intromortal @heeslomll @venomhee @heeheeswifey

[celestialh4ven]

A Misunderstanding (part two)

masterlist | Part one | Part two

summary:

You and Miguel have been married for two years now, unfortunately for you he’s been a bit negligent after a few months of marriage. To keep your mind off of things you start to hang out more with a male friend you met at a coffee shop, soon Miguel realizes that you leave the house more and more to hang out with your friend and he’s now determined to make you his again.

paring: Miguel O’hara x Fem!Reader

cw: jealous!Miguel, angst(???) mb y’all I lied there will be no smut in this one maybe in part three.

wc: 1.4k

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click.

You open the door to your dimly lit home, and standing in front of you is Miguel, your husband.

"Huh? That's weird." you think to yourself. At this time of night, he's usually fast asleep.

Having just returned from a nighttime stroll with a friend, seeing him wide awake startles you for a moment. You glanced at him, observing his tense muscles, furrowed eyebrows, and crossed arms. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was upset. "Miguel?" you ask, visibly confused.

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He doesn't say anything. “Migue—”  “Who was that?” he cuts you off.

You were confused for a moment; who was he referring to?

“Wait, what? Is everything okay? You have work tomorrow. Why are you up?”

“You aren’t answering my question. Who was that man you were with this morning” he said. It was as if he was interrogating you.

Oh! That’s what he meant.

“Oh, that’s just a friend I made. I tried to tell—” “Why was I not informed about this friend?“ he interrupts, once again, “You would know if you stopped interrupting me.” You spat out. “Is that why you leave home more and more? To be with him, huh?” “I mean, it’s not like I have anything to do here, so, yeah.” you saw as he looked at you in disbelief. You didn’t know what was going on in his mind, but something in you told you that he was getting the wrong idea about something. "So you mean to tell me that because I've been busy with work, you turn your back to cheat on me ¿Has perdido la cabeza?!" he exclaimed.

Oh. so THAT’S what he thinks of you.

“You know what? I can NOT do this today. Good night, Miguel!” “Don't you good-fucking-night me, get over here,” he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you to a wall, cornering you. He was massive, completely towering over you as he stared you down. “L…look, I didn’t cheat on you—” “Is it because I work long hours?” he cuts you off again. “What? No, I—” “Is it because we’re not intimate?” “What are you talking about, Miguel? I just wanted a fr—” “What am I talking about? I’m trying to figure out my wife is going around with other men.”

“WILL YOU STOP INTERRUPTING ME!” you yelled. “WELL FUCK! YOU WANT ME TO STOP INTERRUPTING, START SPEAKING. NOW I WILL ASK YOU AGAIN. WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH THAT MAN?” he was livid. The thought of that man touching you in places that should be reserved for him alone clouded his mind. “Did he touch you?” “Woah?” you said, shocked and confused. “Oh, for fuck sake! Did he touch you?”

“NO! He did not touch me. I wouldn't allow him to, you’re accusing me like I don’t love you anymore!” He went silent for a moment. “You should know that I wouldn't do something like this, Miguel,” you said with a hint of hurt. He immediately calmed down at your words, and his face softened. “I know. I know. It’s just,” He paused.

“You don't know how much I love you, mi corazón,” he said, bringing his head closer to yours. “Seeing you with the man I—” “You know, I wouldn't have to do that if you were around more. The only reason I'm with him so much now is because you don't make enough time for me,” you cut him off, this time your brows are furrowed. He noticed your upset face and let out a sigh.

There was no doubt that Miguel loved you, though he was terrible at showing it, which he now knew and planned to fix. He truly does love you. If only you knew how Miguel's work office was adorned with pictures of you, some of which you didn't even know existed. He was absolutely obsessed with you, occasionally kissing the little framed picture of you on his desk that motivated him to work harder. "Look at us, Miguel. We live in the same house, and we barely say a word to one another...," you said, breaking the silence. “For these past few weeks, my friend has been the only person keeping me from genuinely going insane because you don’t take time out of your day to care for me,” You felt the tears well up in your eyes again. You didn’t know why you were getting so emotional. You aren’t usually like this.

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“I don’t want you to see him ever again…,” he said, frowning. “Are you serious right now? I just told you he’s the only one keeping me company!” “I know. I heard you. Don’t ever go see him again.” Is this man for real right now?

“You’re crazy!” you yelled before forcefully pushing him back. You headed toward the door and stopped for a brief moment. “You know. Sometimes I really wish I had never married you.” As hurtful as it was to do so, you pulled your ring from your ring finger, threw it on the ground and left.

Even when you told him how you felt and poured your entire heart out to him in your most vulnerable state, why is it that the only thing he could say to you was,

“I don’t want you to see him ever again…”

Just thinking about it made you feel sick. You needed space.

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Two whole months have passed since that argument…

You rented an apartment for the time being, and surprisingly, you were actually doing okay. You got a job as a sculptor and did things like pottery and art in your free time. For the first time in forever, you didn't feel confined to the four walls of your home anymore. You were a stay-at-home wife when you were living with Miguel, and as much as you loved it, it was incredibly lonely, and if you had put up with it for one more month, you swore you might’ve actually aired out the whole neighbourhood (jk jk). As for your friend, BIG YIKES.

When you left your home with Miguel, he was the first person you reached out to, and he had offered to let you stay at his house for a while. It was okay. That is, until he kicked you out, saying that you were, quote on quote, "too depressed," and that you could come to live with him again when you got your shit together. What a loser.

You didn't care, though. You were now focused on your career, and luckily, it was a huge success. You were selling a lot of sculptures and ceramics, and occasionally, you taught as a special guest teacher in a children's art class when you needed a little change.

Miguel repeatedly called you as he was worried about you, but you didn’t pick up his calls, afraid of what would happen if you did. Other than that, life was great, and honestly, you were a little grateful for that heated argument you two had. If it hadn't happened, you would not have been able to find yourself as you have now.

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Currently…

You just got out of your bathroom after a long soapy bath. You wore an oversized T-shirt and some shorts and were ready to start your day. You made coffee and avocado toast, took them to your art room, and got to work. You were working on your latest art piece and were determined to finish it as soon as possible. You quickly ate your breakfast, got your brushes, and started to swipe on your canvas.

Two hours have passed…

You finished a good chunk of your art piece now, it’s time to get on to the next thing! You washed your hands and dashed to your computer.

Request

Request

Request

Your computer was full of emails and DMS asking how much it was to buy one of your ceramics and latest artworks. You responded to five of your customers, went to your art room, got some clay and started making the requested ceramics.

Seven hours have passed…

You finished three ceramics, got one of your random artworks, wrapped them up and made them look pretty, and shipped them off to their respective buyers. You then DM’ed the other two customers telling them they’d be getting their order in two days.

You were getting hungry again, so you went to the kitchen to make yourself a little something to treat yourself.

Ding

Dong!

Your doorbell rang. You thought it was the new clay you ordered, so you rushed to the door and opened it, only to see

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"Miguel…?”

[cinnoasch]

Is it ok if I request an Akira scenario where he's helping Y/N achieve her 'true persona'? How would he react when she achieves her persona? Or, different case scenario, how would Y/N react to Akira's "new form" when he gains HIS persona. dunno if this would work out, I've kinda forgot parts of the plot of Persona so I don't rlly remember where or when exactly this happened-

A/N: Hi anon! I'm so so sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2427

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Wish (Akira Kurusu x Fem!Reader)

You let out a sigh as you stare at your phone, occasionally typing some words and then deleting them a few seconds later. Tomorrow, the Phantom Thieves were going to steal Maruki’s treasure and fix reality once and for all. You were a bit nervous, but you had faith that things would turn out the way you hoped. The only thing that was bothering you however… was Akira. Besides the short conversations you had with the team during palace exploration, you hadn’t talked to him outside of that. You really wanted to, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to text or call him.

It was silly honestly. He was your boyfriend, yet here you were unable to talk to him. When you two first started dating, Akira told you that he would always be there for you, no matter what. Whether you needed to vent, talk or just wanted his company, he’d be there. Yet what about you? You hadn’t been there for him when he started the infiltration on Maruki’s palace. You had a hunch that things weren’t right from the start of the New Year, yet you couldn’t bring yourself out of that ‘perfect reality’. You wanted things to stay like that, even if he wasn’t by your side. Even if that was what you wanted the most.

Suddenly your phone rings, playing a ringtone you knew far too well. You glance at the screen seeing Akira's name and you answer hesitantly.

"Are you using our text messages as your grocery list again?" He asks.

“Wha- no, why would you ask that?”

“Well, you were taking a long time to type so I just figured you were typing your grocery list out.”

“I wasn’t typing out my grocery list for your information. Shopping’s the last thing on my mind right now.” You sigh. “Anyways, how’d you know I was typing? Were you waiting for me to text you?”

Akira chuckles, “I mean when your girlfriend suddenly cuts you off, a guy can’t help but wonder if he did something wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Akira. It’s just… you know things have been hectic. We’ve been so busy lately with Maruki and everything else.”

“So busy that you can’t talk to me?”

You stay silent. He was right after all. Akira had made sure you all finished planning out a path to the treasure long before the deadline. You had plenty of time to talk to him, but you just felt guilty every time you thought about it.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He sighs. “It’s just… I miss you;, you know? We’ve barely talked since this whole thing started. And I’m not blaming you, it’s my fault too but if there’s something wrong, I want you to tell me.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I know it’s late, but I want to talk to you… can I come over?”

“No need, I’m already heading your way. Just wait for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

You hang up and put your phone down on the couch next to you. You were glad that he called but you also felt terrible. The last thing you wanted to do was make him worry, make him feel as if he did something wrong. You hated hearing him like that. Sure, you two had your fights sometimes but this was different. Not only did you betray his trust, but you broke your own promise to him.

Akira must have been closer than you expected because a few minutes later you hear a knock on the door. You go to open it, greeting him with a smile. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He replies a bit out of breath. “You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

“Please tell me you didn’t run here.”

“I didn’t. Definitely not.”

You roll your eyes as you pull him inside and close the door behind him. “Liar. Come on in, before you catch a cold.”

Akira chuckles, “I only did what you told me to. Besides, I was going to show up uninvited, but I’m glad I called you first.”

“So that’s why you said you were already headed over… Well, thank you for calling first.” You clear your throat. “Anyways, um, sit down. Would you like some tea or hot chocolate?”

He shakes his head, “No thanks.” Then he takes a seat on the couch, patting the empty space next to him. “Come here. You don’t have to be so nervous.”

“I’m not nervous…” you mumble as you sit down next to him. “Okay maybe a little, but it’s just because we haven’t talked like this in a while. Like… a serious conversation like this.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was nervous too?”

“No. You’re always so calm and collected. If you are, I can’t tell.”

“Then here,” Akira says, taking your hand and placing it over his heart. Even through his winter coat, you could feel his heart beating at a quick, steady pace. You glance up, meeting his gaze as he smiles softly. “Now, do you believe me?”

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from him. Just how lucky were you to have someone like him in your life? Someone that easily washed away the doubts in your mind with a single action. Someone that was so kind to you even after how you treated him. With a simple action and a smile that melted your heart, Akira washed your guilt away. It’s hard to believe that your ‘perfect reality’ didn’t have him by your side. 

“If you keep staring at me like that, we might not get any talking done at all.”

Drawn out of your thoughts, you quickly pull your hand away from Akira’s chest. “S-sorry, I was just thinking…” 

“It’s okay. Still nervous?”

You shake your head. “Nope, nerves are all gone. Thank you.” With a deep breath, you start. “Well, first of all, I wanted to apologize for how I’ve been these past few weeks. I didn’t mean to cut you off like that, and my intention wasn’t to make you think you did something wrong. It’s just… I felt guilty.”

“Guilty?”

“Mhm… the truth is, I knew from the beginning that this reality was off. I’m not sure how I knew, it was just a hunch really. But, instead of telling you, I pretended to not know. It’s just seeing everyone so happy… it wouldn’t feel right taking that away. Yet in the end, I guess we all made up our minds anyway…” You look down at your hands, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “The main thing is that I should’ve been there when you first infiltrated Maruki’s palace. And yet I wasn’t. Despite you always being there for me, I couldn’t even be there for you…”

“So you knew…”

You nod, feeling Akira’s gaze. You knew that if you looked at him, you might just end up crying. He didn’t sound mad, if anything it was more surprise and slight disappointment. To be honest, you weren’t sure why you made that choice of not telling him. Maybe it was just how you were, you always had a habit of hiding things from people, even if you didn’t mean to.

To your surprise he ruffles your hair, and you look up, seeing him smile. “I’m not upset. So don’t look so sad. I’m a bit hurt that you didn’t tell me, but it sounds like you had your reasons, right?”

“...yeah. I didn’t want to see our friends have what they wanted the most taken away from them.”

“And what did you want? You probably weren’t affected by Maruki’s reality because you didn’t have it.”

“I…” You hesitate. Would it be selfish of you to say what you wanted? He was already right here next to you. Just like you wanted originally. However, voicing your thoughts aloud was different. If you told him, what would he think? 

“There’s that look again.” Akira says with a small chuckle as his gaze turns towards the ground. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me now. Or ever, if you don’t really want to. But just know that whatever it was, it wasn’t selfish of you to think that way… I mean, all of us, me included, we have our selfish ways, don’t we? That’s why this ‘perfect reality’ came about anyways.”

It wasn't often, but very rarely you saw this type of expression on Akira. It was distant, but there was also a feeling of longing. As if he was trying to come to terms with something. 

“...perfect reality…” You mumble quietly. Then your eyes widen in realization. 

Tonight was the last day for Maruki to contact Akira. You felt stupid for forgetting something so important. Then you look at Akira. Did he have that same look throughout all of this? That look of loneliness? That look easily told you who else was on his mind.

"Maruki contacted you… right? To be honest it slipped my mind… even though it was something so important."

Akira nods. "Yeah, he contacted me."

"And Akechi was there too?"

He looks at you surprised. "How did you-"

"The look on your face. The last time I saw you with that expression was when he died. You two were really close, huh?"

“...yeah.” Akira sighs. “Somehow, Maruki heard of what happened to him and in order to give us another chance at being friends, this reality came to life.” Akira runs his hands through his hair. “If we don’t go through with taking back our reality… Akechi will be alive, and if we don’t… well the answer is obvious.”

You stay silent, not sure of what to say. What could you say to this? 

“It’s a lot to take in, right? You’d think it’d be a simple decision after everything. But when someone’s life is being used like that…like a bargaining chip… it just feels wrong.” Akira shakes his head slightly and glances at you. “What would you do if you were me?”

There was that expression again. How were you supposed to answer him when such a sorrowful expression painted his face?

“I…” You begin hesitantly, trying to find the words to say. “I’d go through with what we started. Of course, using someone’s life like that is just wrong, but I think it’d be best if we went through with it. I think Akechi wouldn’t be able to stand knowing that we turned our backs on what we originally planned to do. If we did that… it’d just seem like his sacrifice in Shido’s palace was for nothing… at least that’s how I feel.”

Akira chuckles, “Sounds about right.” He sits up, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I thought the exact same thing.”

“You already gave Maruki your answer then… So why ask for my opinion?”

He hums in thought, a smile appearing on his face. “Because your opinion is important to me. Why do you think I was in such a rush to get here, to talk to you? During this whole thing, I’ve heard everyone’s opinions on what they thought we should do about this reality. Yet the one person whose opinion I wanted to hear the most, the person whose opinion is the most important to me, never contacted me to talk.” Akira turns to you, a soft expression on his face. “You know I’ll always be here for you right? No matter what. So don’t keep your feelings or thoughts locked inside.”

You blink a couple of times, feeling tears start to prick at your eyes again. You chuckle slightly as you look away from him. “You sure do have a way with words. Makes sense that you’re our leader…” With a sigh you face him with a smile. “I’ve made up my mind. No more keeping to myself. It wouldn't be fair to you, making you worry. I want to be someone you can rely on too.”

You couldn’t explain it but somehow, you felt different after you told Akira that. As if your soul felt stronger somehow, as if a voice in your head told you that you had changed. You weren’t exactly sure what this feeling was, but you knew that you wanted to give back to Akira after all he’s done for you.

You hear him chuckle, about to say something but you place a finger on his lips. “Nope, I know what you’re gonna say. That you already rely on me for a lot, but let me have this okay? I want to trust in this feeling that I have, that I can be stronger for you and the team. If I can’t truly confide in you, then who am I to even wish for you?”

“You… So that was your wish?”

“I-” Your face reddens in embarrassment as you take your hand away from his face and avert your gaze. You didn’t even realize what you had said.

“Oh, what happened to ‘no more keeping to myself’?” Akira teases. “C’mon, be honest now.”

Your face reddens even more as you look down at your hands, mumbling slightly. “I wished for you.”

“One more time? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I wished for you! There, happy?” You shout as you look at Akira. He had the widest smirk on his face. You grab the pillow next to you and smother him with it. “Wipe that grin off your face…”

“What? A guy can’t be happy that his girlfriend wished for him? You don’t have to be so embarrassed. Y��know it’s cute that you’d wish for something you already have.”

“Just please… shut up.”

He laughs and suddenly you feel his hands on yours as he lowers the pillow so he can look at you. “But seriously, I’m really happy you told me, even though you said it without realizing. You said it with such conviction, I wasn’t sure if I heard you correctly. You feel… stronger.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Mm, I think I can prove otherwise.”

You laugh as you look up, meeting his eyes again. “Yeah? And how can you-”

In one swift motion, Akira closes the gap between the two of you, his lips pressing onto yours. It was quick and sweet; you didn’t even have the time to react with how fast it happened.

As he leans his forehead against yours, you can hear him whisper, a bit of playfulness laced in his voice. “Believe me now?”

[nalledimessi]

Save me

Hello there friends, I hope everyone is doing well, I know it has been a really long time since I post, I have the terrible habit of stop writing when everything gets too much for me. This pass year my life has been like a roller coaster; I know probably all of you or the majority don't care to much about it but I have to express it somewhere and somehow, but anyway I leave you with this ending of the non-series that I made.  Divider by @firefly-graphics 

Broken Rule

Regrets

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester sister 

Warnings:  Mention of killing, blood, and curses. 

Words:  827

Notes: Listen Save me from BTS 

Tag’s: @valsworldofcreativity @helenasingers @r13mar @elijahs-wife

You crumble next to a tree, your right-hand applying pressure on your bloody open wound. “Damned” you curse watching the blood staring to spread on your t-shirt.  

Leaning your head on the tree for support, you could see the clear sky adorned by stars, what a beautiful night to end up dying, you thought, well at least the constant sadness and emptiness settle on your heart would disappear and you would finally rest, although it will be forever.  

You could hear the footsteps on the dry leaves from both sides getting closer and closer “shit” you cursed, getting up, the tree as your support, taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate to find where the attack would be first “right” you mentioned, raising your gun and pointing that direction.   

“It’s impressive how far you could go with that wound” the ghoul in human form announces appearing on the other side, making you turn abruptly, whining at the sudden movement, pointing the gun at him. “I'm a Winchester after all” you replied proudly trying to ignore the buzz in your ears and blurred look. 

“Oh, I'm aware of it” starting to walk in your direction, a macabre smile on his lips “soon you will stop being one”  

Aiming your gun at him, but failing due your blurred gaze, you knew even you end up killing him, the other ghoul, that isn't too far away would reach you and kill you, lowering your gun and glancing to the sky, forgetting the ghoul in front of you “how I like to see you just one more time”  

Splashes reached your face, getting it wet, making you look in front of you, just in time to see the ghoul’s head drop along his body, reveling a human form “what the hell?” you whisper before fainting. 

Stopping the engine of your car, you release a sigh resting your head on the seat. “Let’s get this over with” you voice worn out.  

“Oh, you’re back” Sam exclaims, excited while watching you descend the stairs of the bunker.  

“Don’t get too excited Sammy” you warm him “just staying until Bobby calls back with a new assignment” you mention once you were close by. 

“Oh” he let out sad “how was your last hunting?” he inquiry, concern.  

“Same as always” passing him by in direction to your room, not giving him much attention or time to chat. “Search, hunt and kill, just to do it all over again” 

“Sis, I’m worry about you” he declared in a tone that make you stop suddenly.  

A sigh left your mouth, turning around to see him, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes, trying to calm him, after all he was your baby brother “I’m fine Sammy, don’t worry” you state before continuing your way. 

“She just needs a shower, food and a good night of sleep” Dean bring up, while patting his shoulder.  

“I hope you’re right Dean” his gaze fix where you disappear “or she could end hurting herself badly”  

Dropping your duffel bag at the edge of the bed, while at the same time falling face down on it “shit” cursing almost immediately once laying down. 

Standing up, in direction of your bathroom, the reflection on the mirror stopped you from examining your abdomen wound, dark circles under your eyes, pale skin, cuts and bruises where your clothes allowed to see.  

Lowering your head with eyes closed, good reason for Sam concerns, how could you be so reckless? Your mind drifting to New Orleans and to him. 

The ring of your phone distracts you, answering as a reflect, “Hi Bobby, what do you have for me?”  

Giving one last glance to your bedroom, you could notice all the difference between here and your bedroom back in New Orleans, all kind of books scattered around on both rooms, messy bed instead a neat one, closed and dusty smell instead of his, like sandalwood and rum spice. A scent you swear you could smell.  

Denying with your head before passing your duffel bag over your shoulder, starting your way to the garage, trying at all cost to avoid any of your brothers. 

“Y/N” Sam call your name, your hand on the garage knob.  

“Almost” you whisper before turning around, forcing a smile for your own good “Bobby call, a possible Wendigo in Oklahoma” you state.  

“Castiel is on his way, you could rest while he arrives to cure you” he suggests “if we explain Bobby, he will understand, he can assign another hunter” he offers coming closer to you.  

“I can't Sam” making him stop confuse, looking at you waiting for an explanation. You sigh defeated “hunting it's the only thing that keeps me sane” you reveal to him.  

“If this is about New Orleans, you know you can talk to me” he affirms and offer.  

“Yeah” you respond in a low voice, turning around “there’s nothing to talk about” you declared before leaving.  

A familiar scent reaches your nostrils, blinking several times to adjust your eyes to the bright light, some pieces of memory returning, causing you to a seated position abruptly.  

“You’re finally awake” the soft but firm voice express, setting your glance on him.  

“Elijah” you pronounce “what are you doing here?” question him but didn't allow him to finish “Don't get me wrong without you I would be probably dead,” you stop and start looking around “shit! I need to call my brothers; Dean will kill me” you express trying to stand up from bed. 

His hand on your shoulder, stopping you from standing “Calm down” giving you a glass of water “I came for you” turning away from you “they’re here”  

“Y/N!” Sam shout as soon he enters, reaching your side while Dean stand behind watching Elijah. 

“I would leave you alone” he said, with his glance fix in you.  

“Elijah!” you exclaim trying to stand reach him.  

He was next to you in an instant, thanks to his vamp speed, his right hand on your back and his left one on yours “I won't go anywhere” he assures you “I would get another room” caressing your hand before leaving you, Dean glance follow him.  

“So, that was Elijah” Sam state more than question, watching you nod.  

“What the hell is he doing here? With you on a hotel room?” Dean inquired, crossing his arms over his chest waiting for you to answer.  

“He’s the reason why I’m alive, Dean” taking a deep breath, remembering the events “I keep screwing up things,” Sam squeezing your hand, encourage you to continue “there where 2 ghouls instead one, I was able to kill one but I end up several injured, I was chase thought the forest, was about to kill me when Elijah appear”  

“Killing the ghoul and saving you” Sam finish for you “where were you hurt?” lifting your right side of your blouse “there’s nothing here”  

“How?” Dean exclaimed, inspecting where the wound used to be. 

“Vampire blood” you spilled out of your mouth without thinking, to then look to their confused faces “has healing qualities” you stop, taking a sip of the water glass to then continue “but if you die with it in your system, you begin the transition to vampire”  

Before Dean could start a fight, a knock on the door was listen, before Elijah enter the room “my apologies for the interruption, the vampire blood is almost out of her system and there’s nothing to worry about it” he explains approaching Sam, providing a key “you should settle down while your sister rest” he announces.  

“Oh sure, thanks” Sam answer before giving you one last squeeze in your hand “try to rest” glancing at Dean.  

Dean’s gaze changed between you and Elijah, a resigned sigh “Get some sleep kiddo” he orders before leaving the room.  

Elijah starts to walk to the room door, “stay” you shout while his hand settles on the knob. He didn't say anything, just took off his suit jacket and vest, leaving it on a chair to then walk to your side and lay down, he passes his hand under your head, making you use it as pillow, your head set on the crook of his arm. 

“How are you feeling?” he questions you, starting to caress your head.  

“A little tired and sore” answering in automatic, your mind in other things. 

“What is in your mind, darling?” moving to his side to see you.  

You lift your head to see him, your gazes crossing “Too many questions and no answers at all”  

He smiles “I would answer 3 of those questions” kissing your forehead “think wisely darling” he advice you.  

You nod, thinking your questions, after a few minutes “How did you find me?” you finally question him. 

“My sisters, Freya along Rebekah did a locator spell to find you” he expresses “they miss you”  

You open your mouth “they miss me?” you state without thinking.  

“Are you sure you want to use your question?” he questions you, looking you denied of his question and stay quiet for a few minutes.  

“Why are you here?” you whisper, not sure enough to listen the answer.  

“For you,” he declares “it seems you have you have caused a quit impression in all of my siblings, even Klaus express he don't have anyone to fight” he then presses his forehead in yours, a few inches away your face “to be true I’m smitten with you” he finally admits. 

Placing you hand over his cheek “what this means to us?” closing your eyes, knowing the answer of this question could change everything.  

He puts his hand over yours, caressing it, making you open your eyes “Darling, I love you. And I would fight for you, against anyone or anything” he announces watching you directly.” he places a kiss on your lips before standing from bed “we’ll talk about this later” he let you know before the door open reveling your brother with a tray of foods. 

[masonmiamor]

love to hate - - mason mount x reader.

Summary: from innocent glances, to the necklace, from the honeymoon stage to the reconciliation stage, how will it all play out once you find out the real truth…

WC: 7k words… 🌚

a/n: HIIII… don’t hate me fr just struggled to get back into writing 🥲🙏🏻 i really hope you enjoy this piece, please do give some feedback if you can 💕💕

“Does everything look okay? Anything missing? Could I bring you anything else?” your kind waiter asked as he approached you and Sophia. “Everything looks great! Thank you!” you replied, thanking him watching as he walked away. You were at your traditional brunch date with the German girl enjoying her company as always, having your waffles and a side of fruit with your choice of coffee.

“So how are you and Mason going?” Sophia asked taking a sip of her Mimosa and then grabbing a bite of her food. “Well if I'm being honest there's a change in our relationship I'm not going to lie,’ you sighed.

About nine months ago, Mason asked you to be his girlfriend… It was a beautiful dinner on a rooftop overlooking London. The cheeky glances and shy smiles he offered, the hand holding across the table, the conversations that flew left and right that finally ended you and him watching the stars by an open field.

“Close your eyes Y/n, I want to give you something,” Mason whispered after having kissed you for the millionth time that night. Sure it was a dangerous move from both of you, having acted like a couple but with no label. But you loved Mason too much to care. You closed your eyes hearing as he shuffled around behind you, Mason gently moved your hair to the side, then leaned over to place and clasp the necklace on you.

Your fingers traced the gold letter M, “I’m confused..” you admitted. Mason crept his hand around your waist pulling you towards him. “First get rid of that cute frown on your face,” Mason began, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Second, it's a necklace because you’re mine, and I’m yours.” There’s still a glint of confusion on your face still, “Third, I want you to be my girlfriend Y/n.”

The words failed to come out of your mouth. You felt your throat close up and become dry, your pulse raising at an ultimate rate. “Your girlfriend? Ar-are you sure? I can be really annoying and impatient-” You began to ramble, but Mason cuts you off with a laugh and a sealed kiss. “Yes, my girlfriend. I'm more than sure, and I want this with you. I want everything you're willing to give me. Annoying or not,” he joked.

“Ok ill be your girlfriend I guess…” you said wrapping your hands around his upper shoulders, kissing the corners of his mouth, the tip of his nose, and then his soft lips.

“What are you implying? Is everything okay?” Sophia narrows her eyes at you. “At first we were in the honeymoon stage. It was a shy yet innocent love, then the arguing came in and it got ugly for a while, but the reconciliation came on and we fixed things… at least I think so… But now I'm just keeping up with his constant mood swings. One day he’s happy, then he’s upset and he won't talk to me, he gets frustrated and leaves, but then always manages to make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world?” you felt relief at saying it, the burden and weight carried off your shoulder.

Sophia would always be there no matter what, she would never judge or ever give a negative comment at all, she was humbled and honest, something you truly love about her. You could trust her with anything even if it wasn't easy for you to open up at times, but her kindness and assurance made you feel safe and wanted. The best friend you wished you had and longed for.

“I just don’t know what to do and it kills me at times when I can’t help him. I never want to invade his space but it hurts me too. I may sound needy or selfish, but I feel helpless… He hasn't even told me if he’s going this weekend. We’re lacking communication and we hide our real feelings from each other?”

“You’re not needy or selfish for wanting that love, if anything you're strong for still being able to keep it all together. I get what you're feeling believe me been there and done that. But you have to stop going to him first and let him realize the damage that’s occurring… As much as it may sting and hurt realization needs to be made first,” Sophia says, interlocking her hands and placing them beneath her chin.

“You're there for everyone, always placing a good smile and joking around and only I and him know what you go through… You deserve to put yourself first… Don’t wait for him if he can't see that, because the most hurtful thing in life is not valuing yourself and letting yourself crumble apart, not knowing where to start and rebuilding yourself…”

“And if it's too late?” you whisper avoiding the sting in your heart that begins to spread coldly through your chest. What if it is too late? What if Mason doesn't realize and leaves you? What if you give up and leave him?

“It’s never too late to realize…”

~~~

“Y/n, you home?” Mason yells out. You sigh and take a seat by the doorway where you remove your coat and boots. “Yes, I'm here!” you answer back before glancing in the mirror and putting your hair up in a messy claw clip. You notice just how drained you look after the past few weeks. The eyebags visible through your concealer, droopy eyes, the paleness around your cheeks and forehead, you looked like hell.

You walk into the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea in hopes of it relaxing you before you begin to pack. The pile of clothes haunting your head that you’ve let to fix. Mason walks into the kitchen and follows to where you were seated eating a small granola bar. “How was your day, love?” he asks kissing your head. There he goes again… not even a kiss on your lips.

“It was okay. Had brunch with Sophia, went shopping and bought my dress for this weekend, and then just drove around to clear my head…” you say resting your head on your propped hand on the table. Mason could sense your tired and distracted figure becoming a bit worried, “What color is the dress? Can I see it?” he asked wanting to hear your voice again. “Yes you can but later, it’s a dark red silky gown,” you said smiling remembering how Sophia kept complimenting you. The dress looked absolutely breathtaking, hugging your figure in all the right places, opened back, and a slight view of your cleavage.

You walked back to the kitchen and prepped your tea in your white mug, Mason watching your every move. You seemed distant and off, and he wondered what had happened. You weren't asking about his day or even looking at him at all when you talked with him, had he done something? He took out the trash and did his laundry as you had asked. So what was it?

“Hey… talk to me… What’s up?” you looked at him surprised, your mug stopping midway from touching your lips. “Me? I’m fine! Just tired and need to finish packing that's all,” you partly lie, taking a sip of your warm drink and face him. Mason furrows his brows and crosses his arms, leaning against the opposite marble counter. “You're lying to me… What’s truly going on?” Mason remarks, “You're avoiding me and fidgeting with your rings, I know you Y/n..”

“It's nothing Mason, I promise. I just don’t think I'm prepared to see everyone this weekend, the last reunion wasn’t the best…” you say finally looking at his brown orbs. “I had planned on riding with my close cousin from here but she ended up getting sick and won’t be attending-”

“I thought we would be going together? Wasn’t that the plan?” he cuts you off.

Oh? “Yes, it was but you haven't said anything to me if you’d attend or not. I didn’t want it to be a distraction from football and recovery,” you set your mug down and sit on the white counter. “I will be going with you, I bought my tux not too long ago, I just kept forgetting to remind you,” Mason said uncrossing his arms and walking towards you. You become shy, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You did?”

“Yep, even had help from my mum,” he chuckles and takes his phone out showing you a picture of him. It was a black tux with a white button-up, and his broad shoulder and arms fit the suit like a glove, “I was just waiting on you to see if I should buy a tie, bow, or leave it as is,” he said tucking a loose string of hair behind your ear. “I say as is,” you offer, giving him a sly smile and enjoying his warm touch against your skin. How long until he’d pull away?

Your heart began to pace quicker, looking at his freckles distracting you from the cold feeling that began to invade your spine to your arms. The urge to look away and clench your jaw to avoid any tears threatening to pour out. You just wanted him to realize how he’s making you feel but you refused to allow yourself to give in. This was harder, it wasn’t going to do any good if you didn't communicate with him.

“Can I be honest with you?” you whisper seeing how he nodded confused, “I'm afraid of you pulling away and going back upstairs to whatever you were doing,” you state. “I'm afraid of the cold air that will replace your warm palm once you go back. I'm afraid of thinking of losing you knowing so much can be done to prevent it…” you whisper the last part, not knowing how he’d react. Would he stay or go? Would he be upset or concerned? Would he pull away or hold you close?

“Losing me? Why would you lose me, baby?” Mason began to get scared at your shaky voice and sad tone. He moved between your legs, his other free hand coming to rest between your waist. He was holding you, finally, your hands continued to grip the counter, knuckles becoming sore from how hard you were gripping it.

“Because you haven't held me like this. Because you haven't kissed me. Because either you're mad at me or someone else and close me out of your life. Because when I try to help even if you may not want it you pull away… Because I'm afraid I'm not being the girlfriend you deserve,” you sigh and sniffle focusing on Mason’s hoodie strings, and how his thumb was soothing your cheek.

“Look at me.”

You hesitantly do so, “You're more than what I deserve. When I asked you to be my girlfriend I saw a future with you. You’ve treated me way better than how I have been treating you. I get it, my random mood swings and attitude aren't the best but you're always there, haven't given up on me… I'm just afraid of it being too much for you. The last thing I’d want is for my problems to distract you or make you leave as the others have…” Mason whispers.

“I won’t leave you, Mason. Not unless you give me a good reason too. I just want you to know that I love you so so so much. Trust me, you won’t be distracting me or putting too much on me. I know what I got myself into when I began dating you. I want it all, everything with you. You make me happy you know?” you grab the back of his head and then bring your hand to his jaw where you rub his cheek.

“Just happy?” he laughs and leans in, tracing your jaw with his nose, snuggling impossibly closer than he was before. He peppers kisses along the areas he just traced, his soft lips driving you insane along with how he was holding you made your head feel cloudy. “I can tell you how you make me feel? Hmm, how about that?” all you could do was nod still distracted by the way he was slowly kissing down your neck to behind your ear.

“I love these hands, how they bring comfort when I need them. I love your smile that never fails to make me feel all nervous all over again, especially when your small dimple comes out, like right now!” he kisses over it making you draw out a giggle. “God that laugh, knowing that I can make you laugh, knowing that you feel safe and sound with me, knowing that you love me no matter what? Makes me the happiest man on earth, and I couldn't ask for more.”

Mason kisses you, at first, it takes you a while to kiss back stunned by the harsh pull. But when your lips mold with his, tasting his minty and musky scent has you wanting more. His tongue teases your bottom lip, and you allow him to explore your mouth, not a fully heavy makeout session, but enough to have you panting after pulling away. “I love you, Mason,” you murmur, he carries you to the long grey couch, your legs tightly around his waist.

When he lays you down, he lays on top of your chest, his hands dragging up and down your sides in a soothing manner, your hand playing with his hair till he slowly drifts away. “I love holding you know? But right now I'm so wishing I could go and finish that tea I made,” you jest, you hear him snort, slowly lifting himself up and walking back into the kitchen. You sit up and extend your legs, looking at what he was doing. Or so tried to see.

“Here you go,” he places the mug on the side table giving you a small peck on your cheek, Mason grabs a pillow and lays it on your lap, laying back down while holding your legs. “I was thinking for dinner if you wanted to make your delicious teriyaki chicken? I'll help make the rice and veggies?” you heard him say, “Sounds delicious, but after this nap, because you deserve some sleep mister.” “After we can go get some ice cream, and come back home to finish packing?” he proposes.

“As long as we enjoy a late-night drive.”

“How about this outfit?” he turns to you, you look up and see him holding a white polo shirt with either a pair of black or slightly blue pants. “I like it! Perfect if we go out to eat together or to wear around,” you praise, he thanks you folding the clothes and setting them inside the small suitcase. You had just finished packing, you were now just setting up your makeup and skincare to carry in your main bag.

“Is this the dress?” you look up confused but then catch Mason staring at the red for the evening. “That’s the one,” you let out, walking over to him and tiptoeing enough to rest your chin on his shoulder. “It's beautiful Y/n…” he compliments, running his hand over the revealed parts of the dress, but also smoothing out the fabric. “Can you try it on now? Or will I have to wait to see it in person?” he questions with a small smirk on his face while he turns around.

“I’d rather you wait. I promise it will be worth the wait,” you laugh, “It's not that I don't want to show you but it's kinda delicate to take on and off you know?”

“I can wait, you're going to look absolutely sexy. I'm sure of it.”

Mason whines for you to get on the bed, but ends up helping you finish packing the other items you have to have ready. He is constantly asking questions about what the different products do, and if you could test them on him one day, which you found to be completely adorable. After assuring him you’d plan a night in and self-care, you fall almost fast asleep once you hit your pillow.

~~~

Mason currently sat on the bed, fixing his watch and rings. He had just fixed his hair, and steamed his suit jacket, waiting on you to finish so he could put it on. He felt nervous, there was a small pit feeling that made him feel off for some reason as if something bad were to go down but he pushed it away, focusing on the fact he could have some time to himself.

On the other hand, you were just finishing curling the last piece of your hair, applying some hairspray before finishing the bombshell curls with a small comb. You applied your lip liner, a darker shade of your red lipstick that you then applied. After spraying some setting spray, perfume, and deodorant you were ready. You slipped on your gown but had trouble with the zipper in the back. You managed to close it, making a mental note to ask Mason to clip the butterfly clasp in the back.

You put on your heels and opened the door, stepping carefully to meet Mason standing up. His eyes roamed your body, his mouth slightly open, and taking a gulp. Just like he had pictured, you look drop-dead gorgeous, the red on you was sexy. He walked over and walked around you in a circle feeling lucky, “Jesus Christ you look so good Y/n,” he said making you blush against his gaze.

His hands came around you, setting them dangerously close to your bum. “I don’t know if I might resist myself tonight,” he joked but he was being serious. This dress was taunting his head with dirty images of you, especially a picture of your lips smudged. “You look handsome, Mason. Can I fix something really quick though?” he nodded and watched as you unbutton two buttons from his shirt. “Leave it like this, looks way better than the turtle neck appearance,” you laughed.

He took one last glance at you, feeling grateful. He took a picture of you looking in the mirror placing your earrings, making it his wallpaper. He came up behind you and kept you close to his chest. “Are you ready to go?” he whispered near your ear, “I'm ready.”

You walked together down to the lift, Mason finding every chance to touch you which you kept laughing and pointing out. You had to make a line at the venue, but luck was on your side and you got there to be seated inside before the rain started to pour. You had seen some familiar faces and said hello to known relatives before going back with Mason. He poured you a glass of champagne, keeping his hand behind your seat showing his protectiveness on you.

“Y/n is that you?” you turned confused, Mason following your movements, where he felt his blood go cold. “Sue…” You stood up and saw your cousin. You and her always never got along, it was a long family feud that started years ago. She took every chance she could to embarrass and harass you. She wore a blue heavy dress and curls that weren't brushed out making you cringe. But next to her was John.

“John?” now it was Mason's turn to speak, John smirked and gave a sloppy kiss to Sue. You side-eyed Mason, becoming uncomfortable. “Just greet her out of respect for your family,” he whispered to where you could only hear, you nodded agreeing with him. “Guess it's a small circle, eh?” Sue snickered. “You still put up with her Mount, shame…”

“It was nice seeing you,” he ignored her grabbing your waist and dragging you outside to cool off. The outside area had almost a twilight theme to it, with big and small white flowers, and so many green trees. “I know him… I used to work with him, but I never saw them dating each other,” you said.

“Yeah me neither, but hey if the shoe fits?”

“Just forget about them okay? It's just us now. Let's grab a drink and sit back down to enjoy the ceremony and we can go back early to celebrate. How does that sound?” Mason suggests, “You mean the world to me you know? I love you so much Mason,” you hug his torso, appreciating the world for bringing a man like him to you.

You feel a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, “I’d give you the biggest kiss right now, but I don’t want to smudge this pretty lipstick,” Mason says along your lips, giving you butterflies. He settles with the kiss on your cheek, holding you by the waist as you walked back inside. After ordering drinks and sitting at the bar, you enjoy the presentations.

The evening is filled with waves of laughter and shared tears. You joked with the table mates around you, feeling comfortable for once when meeting new people. Mason kept kissing your head and shoulder, overall just holding you close, showing his affection which you couldn't complain about.

Once the lights turned off, the DJ began to play music, which made you and Mason get up and dance from time to time. He pulled out his phone and took pictures and videos of you, even posting some on his story to appreciate and show you off. A slow song played after midnight, and his hands were securely around you, while you rested on his chest, leaning your head into each other.

Your bodies swayed side to side, often time where he’d slowly spun you. “I’ll be right back I need a drink of water. Do you want a glass of water too?” you offered, Mason nodded and thanked you. After touching up your hair and makeup you were walking back to the table, a glass for Mason in your hold. Your heels clicked against the marble tiling, walking gently so your ankle wouldn't give up on you.

“Y/n, I want to talk to you,” you turned swiftly to be faced with your cousin, more so the one who has always tried to sabotage you for no reason since you started to date Mason. “Listen, I've had a day, and I don't want to speak with you at all,” you sighed and said sincerely, and it was true, you had no intention of getting along with her anymore. She smiled as you turned around and continued walking to the stairs.

“Are you sure you don't want to talk? It's important, has to do with Mason,” her words angered you, you turned around again and walked over to her calmly, but only god knew how you felt at that exact moment.

To say you were fuming was one word, but the picture of dragging her to make her feel what you felt was on another level. What could she possibly want now? Has she not had enough? You trusted yourself enough with the next words you said, but she had different plans that would forever taunt you. “Leave Mason and me alone, whatever you have to say save it, I'm sure it doesn't mean anything-”

“Not even if it's because Mason got with you for revenge?”

Revenge? What? She chuckled when she noticed the reaction on your face. The glass of water that you were carrying suddenly felt heavier, “What are you talking about?” you sound shaky. “You just never can pay attention Y/n? Can’t you? Mason is only with you because he believed you and John had something serious going on…”

John? John the one Mason grew up with? It didn’t make any sense why would he want revenge on you? What had you done for that to happen? The glass you had was now shattered due to you throwing it angrily. You let out a frustrated breath as your cousin continued with what she was saying.

“It’s true. Mason has never loved you, it was all calculated and planned from the start, he’s only with you for revenge. John slept with his ex-girlfriend, and since you and John had something going on… Well, you can picture the rest yourself…” She crossed her arms back and cocked her head to the said, smirking at your now broken and distraught look.

John had slept with his ex? Revenge? Has it all been fake?

“I'm sorry you had to find out this way my dearest cousin, but, not everything seems sincere and real once you find out in the end,” she walks off, leaving you now resting on the floor holding back the loud sobs. Your shoulders shake, attempting to take deep breaths but you fail, silently crying and holding your palms behind your neck.

The sound in the room all becomes quiet, just you processing what was revealed to you. How long was he waiting to drag it out? He knew John was nothing, an old friend and absolutely nothing more. Why did it have to be you? Was he pretending, was that why he was so quiet and distant during those times?

{ “What do you this is more important when meeting someone? Respect or honesty?” you ask, taking a sip of your red wine. There wasn't anyone else besides you and another couple enjoying their Saturday night out. For once you were grateful for the peaceful setting. Mason thinks about his answers, dragging his fingers along his chin before answering, “Weakness. It shows a lot of a person, and how they handle their surroundings…” }

{ Your dad sits back on his chair staring at you and Mason, who were lost in your own world. “Mason. What are your true intentions with my daughter?” it had caught both of you off guard, you sent a glare to your dad, not finding the timing perfect as others were around you. Mason grabs you and kisses your temple, “Only the best intentions to make her happy, sir.”

“Those are just words,” your dad scoffs, lifting the glass of whiskey and downing it in one gulp.

“I’d marry her right now if she said yes.” }

{ “How do you know John?” you question the brunette you had just met. His name was Mason. He had gorgeous locks of brown hair, his cheeks tainted with freckles and slightly red from being out in the sun. A perfect smile that was sure to make you feel nervous when being around him. He wore a simple baby blue button-up with some tan shorts.

John and you had met through a shared friend, and after some working together in the same town together you enjoyed his presence, but something about him always felt off. Always looking for trouble in the wrong places. You made it clear from the start you weren't looking for anything when he attempted to hit on you, and he respected that. You hadn't spoken since then. But he had just come up to you and Mason, catching up and asking you how you had been.

There was some tension, you looked between the two guys, who either gave each other fake smiles or glares. It wasn't your place to ask but you were curious, only accepting the answers he would give you. Mason opened your beer bottle and handed it to you gently before responding back.

“Let's just say we were like brothers at one point.” }

{ Your first holiday together started off by almost missing your flight, and once arriving at your destination the heat and exhaustion began to kick in. You sat near the luggage claim after passing customs, looking around and holding yours and Mason’s carry-ons tightly, knowing some people were desperate and would take the chance to steal. Or maybe it’s just an irrational fear of pickpockets after your incident in France.

“You okay?” Mason asked, taking the water you had just bought when you offered him some. Small hairs stuck to his forehead due to the light sweat, “I’m doing okay, tired but I'm here with you.” Mason smiles and kisses your lips sweetly. “I love you,” you say.

“Me more.” }

{ “I know I’m being annoying but I’m just asking you to help me really quick with something,” Mason rolled his eyes but listened anyway, you twisted your head at the attitude and wondered if you pissed him off. After struggling to set up the network in your new apartment, you finally caved in and asked him, but you regret it after his reaction.

“You need to start learning how to do things on your own.” }

You slowly found the courage and stood up, the room feeling smaller, or was that your head playing tricks with you? With a trembling hand, you managed to clean the broken glass, you grabbed a blanket and layed on the small antique couch that faced the double doors leading to a balcony. The urge to take off your gown was high, but you didn't have the energy to move from where you were.

You had stopped crying but the pain you felt was still so present. A stinging heart, the feeling of your stomach dropping every time, suddenly becoming cold and chill running up your arms, despite the cozy blanket. You fidgeted with your rings, tracing over the delicate designs, and jewels. What was the point of crying? It wasn't going to bring back the old you and him. The loud chatter and music began again, becoming aware of how long you were missing.

“Y/n? I was looking for you,” Mason said relief running to you. Mason saw your broken state, the dry tear streaks, and your lips were slightly swollen, but yet you looked still so stunning. “What the hell? What’s happened here? What's wrong?” he asked, taking a seat next to you and attempting to comfort you by rubbing his hand along your thigh. “Don’t touch me.”

You stand up and pick up your heels, “Woah, woah, hold on. You have been crying, just please talk to me,” Mason begged, walking around the couch and facing you again. His eyes roamed at your clenched jaw and fists, you were fuming, the pain is replaced with fury, just desperate for answers. “I can’t help you if you don't tell me what's going on-”

“I don’t need your help,” you spit out walking away back to your hotel room. It was clear it wasn't the time or place to discuss this but Mason wasn’t going to let go. He’d never seen you look this damaged and destroyed, your body language was off. “Is there anything you want me to do, I can’t look at you like this not knowing what’s troubling you. I'll give you space if it's what you need,” he said sincerely to you. You laughed loudly turning around and walking to where he was standing in the room, you pushed his chest with your index finger, seeing how he tumbled back.

“You know what I want? I want you to tell me how long you were going to continue this revenge you have on.” Mason looked at you with wide eyes, realizing that someone had told you about everything. His face went pale, shifting his weight from one foot to another, “You bastard! You lied to me, Mason! You only got with me to get revenge on John? I had nothing to do with him!” you yelped out loud, tugging your hair trying to contain other profanities that wanted to be shouted. “I'm so sorry,” he began to apologize and walk over to you, but you took steps back, creating a barrier.

“What do mean I'm sorry?” you couldn't believe him. “There is no excuse for what you did. You lied to me from the start, you made me suffer all those times you wanted to. I had nothing to do with him, or anyone else, was that not enough for you to believe or to at least tell me the truth from the start?” it became too much for you, you promised you wouldn't leave him unless he gave you a reason to, but he’d driven you to the point of betrayal.

“You have to believe me when I say I'm sorry! I regret everything. I was always told from the start it was you who had come into John’s life, who turned him into a better person, and that he had found happiness despite what he did to me. I hated him, for finding someone who valued him and probably didn't know what he’d done. He and others told me you would sneak around and do know gods what-”

“But we didn't Mason. We never did anything besides work that summer. I never liked him like that, he wasn’t the type of person I wanted to waste my time with even if I wanted to. The only thing I believe is that you're a coward who failed to tell me from the start. You should've told me long ago, would've saved us this,” you motion with your hand the distance between you and him.

“Im begging you to believe me I'm hurting too, it was slowly killing me, I wanted to tell you but I was so afraid of losing you. You're the first real person who has treated me better than I treat myself. It hurt me when I hurt you. Y/n I love you, everything we’ve done together, from the first glance, our first date, when I confessed to you that night, all of it was real! And you're right I was a coward for not telling you, but I couldn't bare seeing you like that.”

“How can you say that? How do you expect me to believe you after finding out that my boyfriend did what he did? What you did is unforgivable, and I want nothing to do with you ever again,” you express seriously. You wanted to be left alone, to forget this night ever happened, you wanted to so badly take this dress off and sleep through the pain that has been caused.

“I love you, Y/n” Mason cried out reaching over and grabbing hold of your hands but you pushed him away, seeing his now tears falling down his freckled cheeks, In another moment, where the situation would be different, you'd console him, hold him in your arms, assure him you were there for him, make him feel loved and wanted, but now, you never wanted to see him ever again. To forget everything you had to relive for the past few years and months. All the lies and promises.

“You never loved me, Mason. You bluntly dedicated yourself to humiliate me, to hurt me, to make me feel like the most hated and despised woman to exist? If that's love to you, then wow! I sure as hell put up with you, no? I hate you, Mason.” You had said it. The words that you’d promised yourself you would never say because of the worth they hold. Words even he knew how they'd make you feel.

Mason's eyes narrowed and presented a small frown on his lips not believing you. “You don’t hate me… You’ll learn to forgive-” he said approaching you, scared you’d slip away so quickly without thinking about the situation rationally. “Forgive? Forgive you? Did you learn to forgive, Mason?” your voice is laced with pure honesty and anger. You laughed and tug at your hair, desperate to leave and never come back.

“You condemned me from the start, and I never knew what you were accusing me of. I sacrificed everything, everything for you. I left my family for you, I followed you Mason, but for what? For you to mistreat and despise me? All I ever wanted and asked from you was love, for you to love me as I loved you. Do you not know what it means to a woman to feel ignored and rejected by the man she loves? It's humiliating and humbling Mason…” you whimpered tears staining your face. You could sense your makeup falling out of place, the beautiful lashes that once adorned your eyes were now stained by your mascara and eyeshadow.

Hate. Love. Those were the only things that ran through Mason’s mind, he was frantic now holding you by your waist as you struggled to get out of his hold. “It's all finished now. Forgive me baby-” he began to let out, if he needed to get on his knees and apologize, confess the love he feels for you he will, anything to not make you leave.

“I’d be more than stupid to forgive you…”

“All the lies and betrayal end here. Im giving myself to you, whatever it takes for you to believe me. I love you y/n, and I know you love me. We can work this out, it's not too late. Don’t give up on me just yet, please,” Mason holds you against him, just afraid you’d pull away and actually mean the words you let out. You softly push him away, resting your forehead against him, “I can’t trust what you say anymore. How do I know what you're saying is true?”

“Because as you said, I’m afraid of you pulling away and it being cold everywhere I go,” he refers to what you had said a couple of days ago. “You managed to make me fall for you deep and deeper every day, and I don’t want to lose you. You're mine y/n. It's my fault I get that but all those lies and John end today, they have ended. It was childish, and so stupid for me to do,” Mason says, he reaches over to hold your hand.

“Im going to make it up to you. I’ll prove to you just how much you are worth and mean to me because I see us growing old like we discussed that night long ago. I won't give up on us yet even if you claim to hate me. Be angry at me but don’t hate me.”

~~~

Things didn’t get easier. The distance and silence were killing you and Mason for about a month. You had set up a routine where you'd work and quickly come back home. Your night either ended up being tucked inside your sheets or going out with your girlfriends. You weren't technically broken up, but there was a break.

During that period Mason had finished his season at Chelsea. It was a long and excruciating period, the wins, the losses, the setbacks, and the injuries, he deserved more. He had also set a routine, always needing something to distract him from his thoughts, from you. He had texted you, sometimes gifted with a text back, but when you didn't he didn't push it. He was miserable. Everyone around him could see it.

He enjoyed morning runs, coming back to shower, and then napping. He’d go out with his teammates and or go to Portsmouth to visit his family. Although his family asked for you all the time, he couldn't bare telling them yet. “She’s busy at her architecture firm…”

Currently, he was sitting in the club with his phone in his hand scrolling through Instagram where you had posted you were alone, a book in your hand, and a glass of wine in the back. He liked the story and hid his phone away, humming at the current rap song playing in the back. “You good?” asked Kai, who took a seat next to Mason. “Nah man, I’m quite bored here,” Mason laughed and took a sip of his beer.

“She’s with Sophia right now,” he randomly said. “Sophia was telling me she preferred to stay home nowadays. Working or just hanging out with friends. She’s more reserved and quiet now but always asks how you're doing. Don’t tell Sophia I told you though…” he looked at the blue-eyed German, looking for a sign of lying but he wasn’t. “Don’t lose her now, you may want to give her space but the longer you distance yourself from her, the more of a chance you get of her never appearing again in your life is possible.”

You had been thinking of him? Asking about him? “Sophia is going home early because she's going to Germany. Y/n is free for the rest of the weekend, and I know she has been wanting to see you,” Kai says, opening a bottle of beer and taking a gulp of it. “Thank you, Kai,” Mason smiles at him, “I just don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything then. Prove to her you're still the Mason she still fell in love with.”

When Mason had parked by the side of the road facing your apartment he noticed your living room light on. He was debating whether or not to go up and knock on your door or just go home and lose the opportunity he had waiting for him. His thumb kept brushing over your contact, the urge to call you to hear your voice. “Oh fuck it.”

He didn't look back, just quickly ran up the stairs and stood infront of your front door. He knocked on the door three times, hearing your footsteps coming closer to him. Mason stuck his hands in his pockets when he heard the door unlock. He saw you still wearing your clothes from the day and not your usual comic pj’s and a long sleeve or one of his shirts.

Mason was stunned, just as you were. You weren’t expecting to see him, but he also did not expect you to open the door this late at night. “Mason,” his breath hitched when hearing your voice again, desperately wanting to reach out and kiss you deeply. Hold you against him as he had been dreaming. To have you near him at all times as he desired. He just needed you. You felt the same way. You were willing to give him a chance to explain himself, or at least attempt to try and restart all over again.

“Can I come in?”

[wayward-dreamer]

Experimental

Square/s Filled: Sex toys @spnkinkevents / butt plugs @spnaubingo / FREE @anyfandomkinkbingo

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 795

Summary: As a casual relationship develops into something more, Dean and Y/N find themselves comfortable to express secret desires to each other.

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut: dom/sub elements, rough sex, sex toys, implied anal sex

A/N: I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. It's all been stop/start for me, but I'm hoping that changes soon. Happy reading and enjoy! :)

**A/N 2: After battling formatting for nearly an hour and a half and nothing saving, I've decided to forego tags for this post because it just wouldn't let me do it. I'm beyond frustrated rn, and I need to find a new way to do this, I feel. Probably a library blog, that seems like the most common fix to this issue. So stay tuned for that I guess!!**

Dean didn’t have time for a traditional relationship. Neither did she.

Well, that’s what they told themselves and each other when things started up between them months ago. As time passed, and they spent more time together thanks to his friends embracing her into the group, they got closer. They talked about anything and everything that came to mind, told each other things from their pasts that they hadn’t shared with many people, and shared certain secrets they would never voice to anyone. Some of those secrets were ones that neither of them would ever speak of again, and others were ones that they were both willing to act on if the other was just as keen.

When they started sleeping together, the sex was incredible, to say the least. They explored each other in ways neither of them had properly experienced, and soon it was established that they were both adventurous, wanting to try new things in the bedroom that they hadn’t with other partners.

Dean learnt that there wasn’t much Y/N was opposed to. He had tied her down, blindfolded her on several occasions, used every toy she had on her, spanked her ass raw, choked her, used that incredible mouth of hers, called her every degrading name in his vocabulary (which really drove her insane), and contorted her into every position she could handle. Bringing her pleasure in every sense of the word had been incredibly satisfying, and if he could spend the rest of his life doing that he would.

Y/N learnt that Dean loved giving her the attention she craved, but every now and then he needed something for himself as well. He hadn’t been brave enough to voice those desires, until she finally got it out of him one night exactly what he wanted from her.

It started off simple. Holding him a little closer, a little tighter, running her fingers through his hair, telling him how amazing she felt because of how he fucked her, telling him how good he was. Some days he relinquished control completely, letting her dominate him in ways he had never been comfortable with before, until now. She had tied him down just like he had her, blindfolded him too, exploring parts of his body no one else had. She used her talented fingers, her skilled mouth and tongue, breaching the ring of muscle and sending him over the edge sooner than he was expecting.

It had felt amazing, on a different level, leaving him comfortable enough to ask her for more as time went on and their relationship continued to grow without either of them realizing it.

“You okay?” she asked, her lips lightly pressed against the bare skin of muscular back.

“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly, nodding quickly.

“You know, you don’t have to-” she started to tell him he could back out, but he glanced back at her, his gaze cutting her words off.

“Hey, I’m nothing if not experimental, sweetheart,” he reassured her, wiggling his eyebrows as he smirked. “Let’s do this.”

She smiled briefly before she shifted closer to him. “Okay…”

She brought the item in her hand up to her face, opening her mouth and dragging the length of the plug against her tongue, sucking softly as she continued the slow pace of her fingers in and out of the puckered hole. She pulled it out of her mouth as the same time she removed her fingers, bringing it down between the globes of his ass. She watched him shift against the sheets as she inserted it, gently, giving him time to get used to the feeling until it was completely buried inside.

He groaned, the sound turning into a rough chuckle as he choked. “Fuck.”

“How does it feel?” she asked, softly, worried that he might be regretting the idea to do this.

“It’s uh… it’s different,” he grunted, his eyebrows creased as he looked back at her.

Before she got a chance to speak, his facial expression eased, the initial discomfort giving way to pleasure. His eyes sparkled with a new glint, and she knew they were going to have a great time exploring that.

“Good different?” she questioned, biting her lip as she saw his face.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered, smirking.

She beamed as she shifted back, letting him turn onto his back, a soft growl escaping him as the plug moved within him. She straddled him, her hands pressed into his chest as she leaned down, kissing him sensually. He breathed deeply as she pulled away, their darkened eyes meeting as they smiled at each other. Something was changing between them, and that should’ve been scary, but their complete trust in each other outweighed that.

“This is gonna be so much fun.”

[velveteenshadow]

"Throuple in Paris" - By Stilly & Asha

Roy and Jason are on a mission in Paris, trying to track down an elusive bad person

They end up meeting an informant at a club

They, while trying to find the guy, run into this cute blonde guy who's out clubbing with his friends 

Jason, while being Jason, decides to walk up to the guy and strike up a conversation

Because he's cute, and Jay and Roy are both open to the idea so why not

Roy would honestly rather Jay just get the guys number and get back to the mission

One of the club goers is off to the side playing darts and is downright horrible at it

Roy obviously has to fix that

He steps away for five minutes

Five. Minutes. 

“I left them alone for five minutes”

Roy returns to collect his partner in vigilantism only to find Jay kissing Blonde Boy

Which. Fine, but like, dude we're on a mission!

“Start at the beginning and tell me how we got to this.”

Jason, ever the smug one, explains that this is Adrien and Adrien is totally going to come with them.

Roy is 100% against this

“We're not bringing a civilian into this”

“Okay, but I'm not”

Marinette is in the corner glaring about secret identities

So, Roy loses the debate and Adrien joins in

Of course, since Adrien had been out with his friends partying, he's not exactly dressed for success 

“If I tell you how badly these heels hurt, will you carry me?”

Roy, with Jason looking smug, sighs and picks Adrien up bridal style 

They meet up with the informant

The poor informant is vaguely confused as to why two well built men are meeting him dressed down with a third, quite sparkly leaner counterpart

He doesn't question it due to the protective glare of the one with the hair streak

The trio gets their info and moves on, calling it a night and enjoying themselves with Adrien

They leave that night with more than what they came for

Of course, being in Paris for a week meant they could spend more time with Adrien while also working their case

Eventually Roy and Jay find out about Adrien coming from money

Of course, Jay has thoughts about that, despite all three of them coming from money

“I’m not saying that he’s evil, but I am saying that all rich people are trash.”

Lots of cute dates at a patisserie, the park underneath the Eiffel Tower, and seeing their cute new date model

They also spent a lot of time hanging out

Roy's favorite date was at the top of the Eiffel tower

Adrien leans over the edge and Jason hold him titanic style 

“Trust me- I won’t let you fall”

Roy promptly ruins the sweet moment by singing the song from titanic

You know the one.

Their mission comes to an end and Adrien is reluctant to see them go

Roy and Jason don't want to leave him either

Jason begins to explain that they don't want to go but they need to go, and they have to go but they don't want to and-

Adrien cuts him off

“Shut up, I’m trying to tell you how much I like you!”

Adrien gives a parting gift to the two of a mixture his best friend Nino made for them to enjoy until they return to Paris 

“You made us a mixtape?”

Because they will return.

Because Adrien is theirs now

Roy has never been happier that Jason gets distracted on missions

This was a really fun experience doing a collab! I had never done a bullet fic before, and Asha did a lot of the front work while I played clean up man and idea thrower. Definitely will be doing some more in the future! More poly ships from the two of us can totally be found in its discord home of Maribat Menagerie!

[torchickentacos]

Sad that we don’t see as much Zuki activity on tumblr as we used to but that’s how the whole atla fandom has been lately. I’m glad you ship them tho!

Do you have any spicy Zuki headcanons you’d like to share? 👀 If not that’s fine! Just curious.

Hi anon! God, I haven't been in the ATLA fandom for a long while now, goes to show how dead the zuki fandom is if you're coming to me for it 😭😭😭Rarepair so rare you have to go to an entirely different fandom's blog for your ship. Sad. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU COMING TO ME SO MUCH!!! I am a pokeani blog in spirit but a whateverthefuck/multipurpose blog in practice. I will say though, spicy headcanons are kinda far out of my wheelhouse, and also that fandom's age-up discourse (and everything else discourse) terrifies me so I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole tbh, BUT I can always give other stuff! Ramble under cut.

So, I think I'll just ramble instead of spicy headcanons- one INCREDIBLY FUNNY aspect of Zuki to me is that, in the comics, Suki's kind of giving 'I can fix him', ngl. BUT SHE ACTUALLY CAN, THAT'S THE THING. It's so interesting to me because canon Zuki in the comics is very much founded on that bodyguard/royalty dynamic trust- they have to trust each other with their life if they're going to do the whole bodyguard thing well. And from that trust comes Suki's trust in Zuko as a PERSON. Even when LTIERALLY THE ENTIRE GAANG is like 'ehhh idk he kinda sucks again', Suki's the one who's like 'can you guys chill for .5 seconds and trust him? look at him. he's sad. he needs therapy, not to be killed'.

I think Zuki just WORKS because of that trust. And FROM THAT TRUST, she actually is one of the key reasons they're able to help bring him back from the path he goes down in the comics (which i have not read in forever so pardon innacuracies). So, SHE ACTUALLY CAN FIX HIM. /half joking because obviously it was a ton of his own internal work and growth, but like, from a shitposter's perspective, #icanfixhim.

And that trust goes the other way around the entire way. Not only in Zuko trusting the kyoshi warriors to keep him alive, but Zuko also actually TALKS to Suki and opens up to her in the comics. ZUKO. OPENS UP. TO SOMEONE. AND TALKS TO THEM. AND COMMUNICATES. TO THEM. obviously he trusts her as a bodyguard and a friend IMMENSELY, which provides that super good foundation for something more. He feels safe around her, physically and emotionally, which I think is an incredibly rare honor. (lol, honor. zuko. ykwim. )

I just like bodyguard royalty ships tbh, I'm also a zelink hoe (my main three ships have always been zuki/zelink/contestshipping. not sure what that says about me tbh, other than 'likes m/f but undeniably bisexual ships'), but like, despite being a rarepair, the comics gave us a GOOD DAMN BASIS FOR IT!!!! IT'S ABOUT THE TRUST! THE VULNERABILITY!!!! ramble over, ty for listening to my ted talk.

[catsandgoodbooks]

I have no idea what I'm doing or if this is even whumpy enough, but I looked over the prompt list and I couldn't say no <3

No. 1: "How many fingers am I holding up?"

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Dream burrowed deeper into the too-soft blankets he was surrounded by, too cold to worry about how smooth and silky everything was, how foreign it all was. He was freezing. They weren’t enough. He was so, so cold and there wasn’t anything he could do about it and he could barely move in the first place and he felt just so horrible and his head was aching and his vision was blurry and he didn’t know why.

(Dream thought back to Pandora’s Vault, the cell that he had spent a whole year of his life in, the prison that slowly, slowly became synonymous with home. He thought back to the cool dark obsidian surrounding everything there, the warm warm warm lava cutting off the cell from the rest of the world. He almost missed it. He knew that Technoblade would never let him go back. He knew that was a problem. He also knew how to solve it, but he couldn’t do that now; he wouldn’t be allowed to do that now. He just had to wait, which is what he always did; what he had been doing for so long and would have to do once again)

Dream was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of a door opening. His eyes flew to the source of the sound, landing on the faint shape of a pink-haired man walking through the doorway, before hiding his face in the blankets. He was too tired and cold to deal with this and he felt like he wanted to die but knew he didn’t want to and knew he probably wouldn’t.

“Heyyyyy, Dream,” Technoblade said, suddenly by the bed. He tugged the blankets back a little bit, exposing Dream’s head. “How you’re doing there?”

“Ughhh,” Dream muttered, trying to cover himself with the blankets again. He was too cold, with them or without, but it still made him feel better, just a little bit. “Go awayyyy, Tech.”

“Not a chance, nerd. Not until you feel better,” Techno responded. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Four,” Dream told him. He was pretty sure that Techno was holding up two fingers, even if they all seemed to blur together. He still had to try, even if his head really hurt and he was still freezing.

Technoblade frowned, and Dream pushed down a rush of oh Prime he just fucked up because it was Techno, not Sam. Techno would never hurt him. “I’m holding up two fingers right now, Dream.”

“Sorry,” Dream looked away, back towards the blankets he was cocooned in.

“No, it’s okay,” Techno said. “It’s not your fault that you’re not feeling well. Can I check your temperature?”

Dream reluctantly rolled towards Technoblade, trying to move as little as possible to avoid the stinging pain and pins and needles stabbing him whenever he did. He didn’t want to get hurt. He didn’t want to be hurt. (But that had never stopped anyone before)

Techno reached out (Dream tried to suppress a flinch, an expectation of pain) and put a hand on his forehead lightly before drawing back. He grimaced. “You’re burning up, Dream.”

“‘M cold,” Dream murmured.

“That’d be the fever,” Techno informed him. “Sorry about that, but we can’t really help that much. I mean, we’re trying, but still. We can’t fix everything, and being sick is one of those things you just have to wait it out. It sucks.” He wrinkled his nose, and Dream let out a soft laugh. “Phil made you some soup, if you’re up for it. It’s hot, y’know.”

That sounded nice. He wasn’t hungry, but he was just so cold. Dream tried to push himself into a sitting position but failed, his arms buckling, collapsing back into his cocoon of blankets.

“Uh, yeah, that might make it a bit difficult,” Techno responded. “Don’t worry about it; I can go bring you some and we can work something out.”

Dream nodded. He was still shivering a little, and his head felt like it was full of cotton, and he hated it. “It’s fine. ‘M not hungry.”

“Well, you should still eat, y’know. You’re not going to get any better if you don’t.”

“Fine.” Dream leaned his head back onto his pillow. His eyes flickered closed. “Fine,” he told Technoblade again.

“Good. If you’re fine with it, I’ll go get some soup,” Techno explained. “Be back in a minute, okay?”

Dream nodded without opening his eyes. It was fine with him. (It wasn’t because then he’d be alone and he was safe when he was alone at least a little but he never wanted to be alone and he’d already been for so long but if he asked Technoblade to stay that would admitting weakness, admitting that he cared, and he couldn’t do that and he was already so much of a burden–)

The sheets rustled as Technoblade brushed against them as he stepped away from the bed, footsteps following across the floor. As the sounds faded away, Dream tucked himself back into the cocoon of blankets around him, hold onto the blankets with shaking hands. They were so suffocatingly soft and if he could feel them, then he couldn’t be back at the prison no matter how dark it was or how alone he felt.

The door opened again, and the footsteps were back. Techno was back. (Dream wasn’t sure if he was excited or scared or just so, so numb)

“Hey, bestie! You still in there?” Techno asked, setting a bowl down on the bedside table, and Dream poked his head out of the blankets. “Good – I brought soup!”

“Yeah?” Dream asked quietly, subconsciously glancing at the steaming bowl on the table next to him. It smelled good.

“Uh huh,” Techno answered. “Think you can sit up?”

Dream glared at him. “What do you think?”

“Okay, so no then,” Techno responded. “Well, that’s fine, y’know. We can deal with that. Spoonfeeding’s okay with you?” he asked, picking up the spoon next to the bowl of soup, a smile spreading across his face.

“Oh my Prime, Techno, I have hands!” Dream immediately protested, his face red. “I have fucking hands I can use!” But his refusals were more playful than anything else, and the tight painful tangle in his chest was starting to unravel, just a little bit.

[sungbeam]

requests, the third round

a/n: yk,, i always say im not good with requests, but sometimes, i really do just need a whole system reboot and to look at other people's ideas 💀 so this is me trying 🤸‍♀️

NOW OPEN FROM TODAY, SEPT. 5TH TO FRIDAY, SEPT. 8TH !! NOW CLOSED

some ground rules:

✶ remember that i am Not Good At Requests. if i don't end up getting to yours/give up on them, then i'm sorry. if u want a guaranteed fic, u prob shouldn't come to my inbox :')

✶ this is my mainly sfw blog; pls keep all requests pg-13, suggestive at the most. here's a sample of how far i'm willing to go for the sake of readers on this blog.

✶ i'm very much willing to write about death, grief, violence, and blood, to an extent. pls do not send a request romanticizing toxic and/or abusive relationships, bc i will delete it.

✶ i write fem reader at default, but i am very much open to gn reader too. just be sure to specify!

✶ would i write a love triangle? a love square? a love octagon??? (yes, i'm bringing this back) if u want it, and i have the energy for it, lmk LMAO

✶ ONCE YOU HAVE SENT IN A REQUEST, i will update this post below the cut with requests i've received so far. pls check there for if i've seen your ask :]

how to request:

send a prompt(s)/au/song inspo/etc + genre(s) + desired idol boyo(s)!!

— i'll write for anyone from the EIGHT groups i have a masterlist for LOL (prob an emphasis on tbz but maybe this'll get me back to ncity, who knows)

— some prompt ideas: dialogue. question starters. fluff. hozier for vibes. from a villain. werewolf by night quotes.

request queue!

— if u told me i don't have to use all the prompts, i still put them down just so i have all the ideas in one place ^_^

lee hyunjae x "you feel like home to me" x debut/predebut era — from anon

jung wooyoung x "i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me" x "there’s nothing sweeter than my baby" x fluff, suggestive — from @jaehunnyy

lee hyunjae x e2l x "i don't understand why you have to torment me every second of the day! you were a sweetheart when you left, obviously life happened and now you're a devil! what the fuck, lee jaehyun?!" x "you don't understand how i think of you everyday when we were apart" x "i'm not saying that i'm using you but could you fix me? put me back together?" — from anon

kim sunwoo x e2l x spy au x angst x "working together again, it’s just like old times." x "clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place." x "the only one who gets to kill you, is me." x "enemies make the best lovers, you know. " x "why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood?" — from @shakalakaboomboo

hwang intak or yoon keeho x “it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break.” x hurt/comfort — from anon

eric sohn x bffs2l x "was that your first kiss?" x "you can kiss me, you know." — from @mosviqu

eric sohn x “i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you” x “promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up?” — from @ericlvr

lee sangyeon x spy au x "what are you doing out here by yourself?" x "you gonna be a good girl for me?" x "they're dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i." x suggestive/action — from @winterchimez

choose an idol boy 😋 x actors au x e2l x happy ending by svt — from 🌷 anon

idol boy selection in progress x corpse bride au x horror — from 🌷 anon

lee juyeon(?) x soc/helnik au x "i fell in love with the fire long ago." — from @hqrana

xu minghao x "when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream." x "i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be." x shang-chi au x angst and/or comfort — from @tranquilpetrichor

jacob bae or ji changmin x hozier's francesca x hurt/comfort, angst x a love that endures — from @zzoguri

ji changmin x new year's day (taylor swift) x fluff, comfort — from anon

jacob bae x band au x secret muse/songwriter au x vancouver by big naughty x busking — from @hongyangi

choi chanhee x e2l x she fell first, but he fell harder trope x banter/teasing — from @richasdiary

lee hyunjae x royalty au x poor girl/servant girl x royalty/prince au — from anon

lee hyunjae x bad boy good girl trope — from anon

kevin moon x older brother's best friend x secret relationship x "good morning, sleeping beauty." x "is that my shirt?" x "you look good like this." x "are you trying to get us in trouble?" x "are you sure this is a good idea?" x fluff, suggestive — from @confuchan

lee juyeon x "we can't keep doing this" x bffs 2 lovers — from anon

choi beomgyu x heartbreak girl by 5sos x angst, uber fluffy ending — from @loveliestfelix

lee jeno x best friends 2 lovers x dress by taylor swift — from anon

eric sohn x hands by flatsound x angst with or without a happy ending — from anon

eric sohn x “is that my shirt?” x fluff/suggestive — from anon

lee hyunjae x "you can hold my hand, if you want." x zombie apocalypse au — from anon

kim sunwoo x sweet nothing by taylor swift — from anon

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

hi i'm so excited to read your classical music au when it's ready! if you feel like it, may i humbly request a snippet 👀

HI yes you absolutely may!! This is a bit long for a snippet but I figured I’d just post the full opening sequence, which kinda lays out the basic premise and the main character dynamics. Under the cut, warning for the general premise of Jim and Claire Phelps interacting with an underage Ethan.

“Violin up,” said Jim, and Ethan raised it to his shoulder. Jim moved around him in a slow, appraising circle, and paused where Ethan couldn’t see.

They were in the living room, all warm red walls and thick patterned rugs, a grand piano in one corner with its lid open like a mouth. Ethan was barefoot. From behind him, Jim’s hands found the points of Ethan’s hipbones, feather-light.

“Ethan,” he said, “I’d like to show you something. Lean a little more on your left leg for me.” Ethan shifted his weight. The touch of Jim’s fingers moved with him.

“See how you bent your knee a bit?” Jim’s voice was a brisk, gentle murmur. “That was good. Have you ever surfed, Ethan?”

Ethan frowned. “Not really.”

“O.K., can you imagine it?”

“Sure.”

“I’m going to move you,” said Jim, his fingers pressing a little more firmly on Ethan’s hips, “and I want you to imagine you’re surfing out on the ocean, and you have to keep balance or you’ll fall in.”

Ethan nodded against the violin under his chin. There was something calming about having his body in Jim’s hands, for Jim to move. It made Ethan feel outside of himself.

Jim slowly drew Ethan’s hips to one side—then the other—Ethan shifted his weight to accommodate, his torso held upright under Jim’s fingers. Back, and forth, and back, and then Jim stilled him leaning slightly on his left foot. Ethan stayed perfectly still, every muscle frozen, but relaxed, not stiff.

“Good boy,” said Jim. “That’s the way I want you moving. No more of this straight leg shit.”

Ethan’s lessons with Jim happened on Monday, every Monday at noon. Jim arranged his whole schedule around it. Other than that he was gone all the time, training his class of 20-odd college age violinists at the Peary Institute of Music, the elite conservatory where he’d worked for the past thirty-five years. Ethan was going to audition at Peary next year. He was sixteen years old; at fourteen, he’d left his family to live in Virginia with Professor Jim Phelps and his young wife, Claire. They were training him to become the best violinist in the world.

Over two years, life in the little house with Jim and Claire had settled into a well oiled routine. At 6:30 am sharp Ethan would get woken up by Jim turning on the lights. He’d fumble his way out of bed half-dead and sit in the kitchen in his boxers eating a bowl of cereal while Jim got ready to go to work. After Jim left, Ethan would pull on some clothes and take his violin out of the case, tighten his bow and slide on his shoulder-rest like he was assembling a weapon. He’d bring it with him into the master bedroom, where Claire would still be asleep, her hair a mess, one arm flung over her eyes. He’d stand at the foot of the bed and practice while she mumbled critique into her elbow—“do that again—slower. No, Ethan, that’s out of tune. Turn on the metronome. Slower…”

She’d wake up gradually, push herself up in the bed and watch him owlishly. “Ethan, are you hearing me? Well, you didn’t do it. Would you have fixed it, yourself?”

She’d heat up a TV dinner in the microwave for Ethan’s lunch, and for herself she’d peel the lid off a yogurt cup: banana, strawberry-banana, mixed-berry. They’d eat on the couch in front of the TV, Claire flipping through channels until it landed on the news, or a rerun of one of the old shows she liked. Ethan would relax into her, their shoulders pressed together. When it was time for him to start practicing again, he’d always complain. He was tired, his head hurt, he couldn’t focus. “Oh, Ethan,” she’d say, and pet his hair.

After Ethan finished all of his practicing, if he’d been good, Claire would teach him a few chords or a little tune on the piano. She was a pianist herself, although she hadn’t performed in years, except to accompany Jim’s students. She’d noticed his fascination with the instrument only a few months into Ethan moving in, and she’d figured out how to use it to soothe him, even on his worst days when anger was chewing out of his stomach. He’d sit at the keyboard and place his fingers on the ivories. She’d lean over his shoulder, her hair brushing the back of his neck, and show him: wider spread, relaxed wrists.

Instead of playing video games or watching the TV in his free time, Ethan went on long walks with Claire around the neighborhood, or picked up books from the library to read under the covers at night when he was supposed to be sleeping. He didn’t have time to read in the day, most days—by the time Jim got home, 8 or 9 or so, Ethan was usually still finishing up his coursework for online school, Claire in the living room looking out the window pretending she wasn’t waiting for Jim’s car in the driveway.

“Ethan,” Claire said, “you’re so loud. Don’t do that.” She was sprawled out on Ethan’s bed half-under the covers, in a pretty black blouse and her underwear. Ethan was standing a few feet away, aware of her eyes on him while he played. It was after 9, and Jim still hadn’t come home. Ethan was learning Dvorak’s Humoresque no. 7, for no reason other than that it was her favorite.

Ethan poked his bow at the page propped on the black metal folding stand to his left. “It says forte.”

“The forte is a lie. Mezzo. Piano.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Write it in.”

“I’ll remember,” said Ethan.

“Will you,” said Claire, with a wry twist of her mouth.

It was getting dark in Ethan’s bedroom, and neither of them had turned the light on. Cool air came in through the half-open window. “I will,” he said.

Claire’s mouth thinned. “Start the section again,” she said. As Ethan lifted the bow—“Mezzo piano.”

The Dvorak was tricky. It had to be precise, but free, and sweeping, and sentimental, and simple and pure, and it had to be more than any of that, it didn’t work somehow just being beautiful, but that was the way Claire wanted it, just beautiful.

Ethan played carefully, softening the jagged edges of the rhythm in his bowarm; Claire made vague, graceful gestures with her hands. “Sing,” she said, “sing out, let it sing.” Ethan shut his eyes and imagined the way the notes would expand in someone’s lungs, the soft sound of breath from the belly. Claire said, “You’re just going right through—no. Every note, it should be like honey, like—not so rough. Ethan.”

They worked until 10 before she finally let him put his violin away. Ethan shut the case, locked it, stood to find Claire smiling at him, patting the space next to her on his bed. He smiled back at her.

The mattress sank under his body when he curled in next to her. In his line of sight: the music stand, the violin case, the blank opposite wall. Behind him: Claire’s body, her breath on his neck, hot. Her arm draped over his stomach. Ethan shut his eyes and stayed still.

After a while, Claire said, “I hope Jim’s all right.”

“He’s probably fine,” Ethan murmured.

“I wish he would be home when he said he would.”

[proudahgase-exol]

Call it whatever

Baekhyun × reader Ft.( bestie Jongdae )

Summary: you have a wired relationship with Baek you don't know what to call your relationship with him. Are you dating? Are you friends? Friends with benefits?What are you

Warning: smut(not really), cussing, friends with benefits to lover? Is the even a warning?

I meet Baekhyun when I audition for a drama four years ago we become friends but we barely talk. That was until last year we run into each at the most famous club in Seoul we were drunk out of our minds and we ended up naked in his bedroom. The next day was awkward I got changed and said my goodbyes to Baekhyun. A few hours later he texted me telling me he wanted to do it again and I dumbly agree.

I started to develop a crush on him after three months into our complicated relationship. On the sixth month, he told me he had a girlfriend but he wanted to continue what we had with out anyone knowing.

And that's when I started to question this relationship.

What were we? We never hung out like friends do. We didn't act like a couple. And it wasn't friends with benefits.

I started to distance myself before I got hurt but it was never a success because every the time I try I ended up naked next to him.

I asked my best friend for advice and I only got called dumb and he said I was only being used as a sexual pleasure for Baekhyun.

"Jongdae I don't know what to do anymore what am I doing wrong? I tell myself I won't fuck him again and the next thing I know I Wake up naked in his bed. I tell my best friend as I walk back and forth in front of him

"You did this to yourself, you had so many opportunities to get out of that situation but you didn't. Now your balls deep in love with him." Dae said as he rolled his eyes

" why can't I get a man like you. Your wife is so lucky to have you. And what do I get?? I get to be some fuck buddy to some guy who's in a relationship" | said seating Down next to Chen

"You will find a man that loves you and respect's you like I love and respect my wife," he said as he ended me a water from the coffee table

" Chen sweetheart don't get my hopes up because I don't know if I am able to handle a heartbreak," I said as

I pull my phone out to find a message from Baek.

"It's him right? Well, go on. Go get fuck once again just to end up disappointed like always." He said getting up from the couch and walking up the door

I will end it tonight or try to convince him that I'm better than her." I said to Jongdae

"Sure call me when either of those happened I'll make sure my wife is there to see you making a fool of yourself," he said with a smirk

"Don't bring her into this she's a good woman I don't want her to pity me" I said looking at him annoyed

"Just come over to our place she said she did comfort you better than me." He said walking out the door.

After I got done getting ready I makes my way to Baekhyun's place. I was about to knock on the door when it opened and Baekhyun pulled me inside and slammed me on the wall and kissed me harshly.

Fuck baby I been thinking about your tight pussy I been dying to be buried in this pussy of yours." He said between kisses

"Beek no wait I-" he cut me off

"Shh baby let me pleasure you the way you like it." He said taking us to his bed

He kept kissing me until I pushed off him. I got up from the bed and fix the dress I was wearing. And sat down on their edge bed of and looked at baekhyun

“Look I think we should stop all of this I don't even know why we should call this relationship but it just needs to stop,” I said looking at him dead in the eye.

“ what why all of a sudden? Why do you want to end this? You can call it whatever but tell me why you want to end it” Baek asked walking back and forth.

“I can call it whatever? Really Baekhyun what do I want I can’t have it and you dating some I can’t do this anymore I can’t keep being your side bitch I’m so sick of this” I said getting defensive.

“What is it that you want from this then and your not my side bitch don’t ever say that” he said back angrily.

“Are you fucking serious that's what the fuck am I? Your friend I’m not. so explain shit. And what I want is to be your only one. Can’t you see I like you can’t you tell me that I’m so in love with you? Don’t you remember two months ago when I called you drunk and said I loved you?? Are you only using me for your own personal pleasure?? I asked angrily with tears running down my cheeks.

“Y/n I thought it was the alcohol and I’m sorry for not seeing your love sooner I’m so sorry,” he said seating next to me.

“ It's whatever now I think I should leave before your girlfriend get home” I send getting up from the bed

“She’s gone, I broke up with her after she found out about you she new I didn’t like her. Y/n I’m sorry for taking so long I just thought you didn’t like me that but now that I know you feel the same way can we start all over with a date and see where this takes us? I really want to try to be in a relationship with you.” Baekhyun said getting up and getting in front of me.

“ I’ll give you another chance but please this time don’t make me doubt our relationship” I am taking his hand in mine.

“ baby this time you don’t have to call it water this time you can call it a beautiful relationship between two idiots.” He replied as he leaned for a kiss.

After a few months later Baekhyun and I started a serious relationship he was a much different Baekhyun than the one I previously knew he was sweeter and more romantic. When Jongdae found out we were dating he was extremely happy but we’re d Baekhyun of hurting me.

I hope you guys liked it and I’m sorry for how bad it was I didn’t really know we’re I was going with it.

[mynamesaplant]

Love is a Cold Bowl of Soup (Finale)

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Welcome to the end!! I'm so glad I was able to finish this one up ^-^ I hope you enjoy!! Thanks to Monsoon-of-Art for the beta! Don't want to read it on Tumblr? I have it on AO3!

Summary: Akari's been tasked to find some ingredients for soup and learns to ask for help from the people in her life.

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The duo decided that they would bring Laventon into the fold later. He would be more open to the possibility than the captain would be. The captain distanced herself from the idea of the supernatural as much as possible because she hated messy things, which all a god really was in the end, wasn’t it? Akari and Ingo had formulated a convincing story that they both thought Cyllene would buy before returning. Although her eyes were a little bloodshot, her face still blotchy from crying (which only accentuated the bags under her eyes even more), and her uniform looking rather gross, Akari felt better than she had in ages, because she finally felt she had someone on her side who wasn’t constantly scrutinizing her every action like it was wrong. The warden accompanied her back to the lab, only for the captain to whisk her away to personally interrogate her. That was fine. She could handle that. They were sequestered in one of the rooms in the basement, far away from Tao Hua’s office and the rest of the Supply Corp.

The captain asked for an explanation of the noise and her behavior, so Akari obliged. She was stressed by a request on top of all her other duties. The task was extremely demanding but required the utmost discretion. This tidbit did make Cyllene’s forehead crease and her mouth purse, but she did not say anything contrary to what Akari said, so the girl continued with her explanation. The strange sound was made by a wild mischievous Rotom that had possessed something on her person.

“I caught it once I found out what it was, captain. I apologize for not answering you promptly, but I did not know myself.”

“The wild Pokémon is caught now?”

Akari plucked and tossed a Pokéball off her belt and showed her captain the sheepish looking Rotom. The one that had been possessing a fan in her quarters. Cyllene looked it over briefly before making a motion for Akari to put it away. There were a few loose Pokémon in the hall, but they were very well trained, all other ones had to be confined to their balls.

“Good. Now, about your behavior-”

“I know, it was very unprofessional of me. Just because I’m stressed doesn’t mean that-”

Akari had planned out a speech with Ingo, something that they both thought would placate the captain after that catastrophic and hasty departure. She was stopped mid-sentence by Cyllene raising her hand and fixing her with an intense look. She looked at Akari – really looked at her young recruit - and realized just how tired she looked. Her dark eyes, once bright, if a little cautious, were dull and guarded. The dark bags and the pink rimmed eyes didn’t help.

“You have the next week off.”

There was a tense silence, Akari’s mouth flapping open and shut like she was a beached Magikarp. There was a fear in her eyes, sudden and intense, that made Cyllene quickly amend herself.

“It has occurred to me that in your time here that you have failed to take any shore leave, so to speak. All members of Galaxy Team are entitled to shore leave, although, not as much accumulated time as you seem to have. I must insist that you take it next week as it was an oversight on my part as well as yours, do we understand one another?”

The girl blinked at her rather like the Rowlett that had been in Laventon’s lab, taking a moment to process with the fear slowly fading from her eyes. Was… Was the captain trying to cut her some slack? She didn’t dare get her hopes up. She asked for clarification. Was this a punishment or genuine leave time that she needed to take?

“I don’t see the importance in the distinction. I do highly recommend that you take this time to relax, as much as you can relax in Hisui. We should return to the lab. The professor will be quite upset with me if I let his creation get any colder… Akari.”

The girl had her hand on the door handle, and she looked back at her captain with just an ounce of shock, surprised that she had called her by name. Cyllene stood tall and straight, her expression just as unreadable as ever.

“We cannot change the circumstances of the past, but I am proud to have such a diligent and remarkable member such as yourself in my corps. Although they try not to let it show, people such as yourself are allowed to be in pain – I would rather not lose a good member because of something so trivial as the occasional outburst.”

“Captain…”

“Come now, the professor is waiting.”

Captain Cyllene did not give her the opportunity to get emotional again, her superior clearly feeling uncomfortable going as far as she had.

“Thanks captain.”

She said under her breath as Cyllene brushed her aside and led her back upstairs, into the lab where Laventon was loudly lamenting over the temperature of his soup. He had to take it off the heat for fear of scalding the milk and ruining the whole pot.

“It still smells wonderful.”

The warden said to the professor, tipping his hat back with his hand to peer into the pot as superior and subordinate returned to the room. Ingo shot Akari a look to which she returned an almost imperceptible nod. She would tell him of that conversation later, for now she was fine. Laventon’s bellyaching quickly changed once Cyllene returned, tutting and hovering over Akari as she closed the door behind her. Was she alright? Could he do anything for her?

“Later, professor.”

She told him, eyeing Ingo over his shoulder, which Laventon did not fail to catch. Clearly, the warden and the surveyor had been conspiring and intended to include him when they had the room to themselves, but for now, Akari was not going to talk about the previous events. There was very little Akari wouldn’t tell him, until she told him, he would just have to be patient.

“I’m sorry about your soup. It’s probably cold by now with how long you waited for us.”

“That’s quite alright, my girl.”Quick to forget his mourning period for his Kalosian creation, the professor ushered her and his other guests over to the large stock pot. “There were some footnotes about how the soup can be served cold.”

“There’s a difference between cold and room temperature, Amaranth.”

Captain Cyllene said without thinking, mouth twitching when Laventon ladled the still somewhat chunky looking white soup into four bowls. He garnished with some of the chopped up, grassy heads of the wild garlic, and distributed bowls and slices of fresh bread.

“Ah, now, what do they say in Kalos? Oh! Bon appetit!”

He was the only one not to pause when he brought a spoonful to his mouth and sampled the soup. When the professor’s reaction was instantly negative, Ingo and Akari copied. When neither of them spit out their mouthfuls and when Laventon didn’t immediately drop dead, Captain Cyllene also had some spoon. They all exchanged looks. It was edible. Which was more than anyone, including Laventon, could say about his last culinary creation.

The temperature did not affect the flavor in the least. Would it have been better if it had been warm? Probably, but Akari didn’t mind it at all. A bowl of soup was a bowl of soup and, as her mother said, soup was always made with love. She toted her soup and bread back over to the armchair, thanking the professor vehemently as she sank back into the cushion. The fresh bread tasted as divine as it smelled, she ripped off a chunk and dunked it into the cold soup. Heavenly. The professor had out done himself (even if Akari could taste something bitter and medicinal lingering on the back of her tongue with each bite).

“This is so good, professor!

From the corner of her eyes, Akari could see him blush faintly as Ingo and, surprisingly, the captain chimed in their agreement. The warden was quick to further his praise by addressing the heartiness of the sootfoot pairing surprisingly well with the medicinal leeks.

“I honestly expected it to taste like something straight out of Pesselle’s mortar.”

Cyllene admitted, stirring the soup with her spoon, and selecting a chunk of sootfoot. Perhaps the Moomoo milk had mellowed out the more medicinal tastes present in a little less than half of the ingredients. None of them were quite sure, but they could all agree that it tasted good. Akari even asked for a second bowl, which made Laventon beam with pride as he nearly skipped back to the stock pot. After her second bowl, the teen could feel her eyes growing heavy with sleep. After a highly emotional day and all the running around she had been doing to help make the soup, Akari was exhausted. She was doing her very best not to nod off, but it wasn’t working. Laventon came over and took her bowl from her when he saw her head drooping forward, her grip slackening.

“Thank you for all your help. Get some rest.”

“B-But-!”

Akari began and stopped when Laventon tilted his head back toward the captain, currently engaged in conversation with the warden, and offered her a knowing wink. Obviously, they still had to talk because he was still very worried about her, but he also recognized that she needed to rest. He nodded his head and told her gently that they could talk more in the morning. Something about more massive mass outbreaks in the highlands that he and the captain wanted her to go investigate. Akari, playing dumb, nodded. Ingo got to his feet with a small hiss and then a smaller sigh before moving over to her to offer a hand up.

“I can escort you back to quarters. I’m headed that way anyway; I’m headed back to the highlands this evening.”

There was a brief and hushed deliberation between the adults as Akari lingered by the door, rubbing her eyes and yawning hugely as she waited for the warden. He probably had something else he wanted to say to her without certain ears listening in. Ingo walked her back to her quarters in silence, nudging her through the door before he asked if the captain had accepted her story.

“She did, but I hate lying to her.”

The teen admitted with a frown, folding her arms, and kicking off her shoes by the door. She recounted the whole conversation as Ingo quietly slid the door closed, nodding his head in agreement. He folded his arms over his chest, considering her story.

“I understand, but we must make concessions at times.”

She could always explain the situation to the captain someday, but what Cyllene didn’t know right now, wouldn’t hurt her.

“I implore you to get some rest – real rest. I would like your permission to have Tangrowth use Sleeping Powder on you.”

Judging by Akari’s face, she didn’t seem too keen on the idea. She mumbled under her breath that the effects of any powders produced by Pokémon made her extremely groggy the next morning.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing that the captain has so kindly assigned you to leave… It will ensure sleep, Akari.”

“I know…”

It didn’t mean that Arceus wouldn’t continue to harass her in her dreams.

“You can use Tangrowth, but I need to go grab some Pokémon.”

She hoped Marie would still open up the pastures for her at this late hour. Ingo waited patiently with his Tangrowth towering at his side, the bundle of sentient vines swaying back and forth in anticipation when Akari scurried back into her quarters. The warden noticed immediately that two of her balls had been switched out. She released a deep breath while she plucked the two new balls off her belt. Ingo had never seen either Pokémon before but both of them had certainly exuded a presence and contempt as they glanced at one another. Akari told him that they were Darkrai and Cresselia. When she said the names, he realized that Cresselia had taken up residence temporarily in Moonview Arena – much to Melli’s chagrin - after the incident at the top of Mount Coronet. Darkrai had been lingering around Clamberclaw Cliffs late at night not long after Cresselia had appeared. They appeared linked in some strange way.

“They’re good for dreams… and nightmares.”

Akari explained, reaching up to tenderly rub the slender neck of Cresselia and gently pat Darkrai’s jagged red collar. Both Pokémon melted into her touch, whatever animosity the beings held for one another vanished when Akari informed them that any dreams and nightmares that tried to take her in the night, they were free to…

“Well, I don’t exactly know what you guys do with them. Do you eat them like a Drowzee?”

When both looked at her, completely mystified, she shook her head and turned to Ingo. She needed a moment of privacy so she could get ready for bed. He obliged and returned with his Pokémon at his side when she slid the door open. Samurott was laying on the mat, a blanket that he recognized as one produced from the loom of a Diamond clan member half covering him. Cresselia was curled where Akari’s head was supposed to lay, head tucked under a wing with the feathers of her body all fluffed up like a pillow. Darkrai was posted and leaning in the corner, eyes closed and something akin to legs sticking out from their wispy body. Akari lay down by her Pokémon stroking his snout and hugging his neck, he gurgled affectionately. The teen turned to Ingo and nodded. Tangrowth raised her arms and held them over Akari, she saw a couple of flecks of whitish-green spores before she was out like a light.

She had a blissful night’s sleep.

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[purplesimmer455]

Iseul then took Cam and Piper to visit Piper’s great grandparents. Iseul was impressed by their house, a large two story modern yet comfy place, and she and Cam stood with Piper as she rung the doorbell. Piper’s auntie Hailey (her grandma Kaitlyn's younger sister) opened the door, and greeted the three of them. She wrapped Piper in a bear hug and asked how she was doing. "Good, thanks, auntie. How are you and uncle Carson?" Hailey smiled. "We're good too, Pipes. " She said. Hailey called over her parents, Piper’s great grandparents and they rushed to greet Piper, Cam, and Iseul.

The group sat together in the living room, and Cam talked with Piper’s tài pó Ava. "I like your hair, Mrs. Rocca-Chen." Cam said, gesturing to Ava's short hair. "Thanks, sweetpea." Ava said, smiling. She pointed at Cam's hair and joked. "Great minds think alike, right?" Cam laughed. "Exactly." She said. "Honestly though, I've always kept it short but as I got older I decided to just cut it shorter and let it go gray. It's cute and low maintenance." Cam nodded. "I get that. I chopped my hair off at 13 when auntie Is took me to her usual barbershop, and it felt nice and more like me so I kept the style since." Ava smiled. "Well, it looks good, I like how choppy it is." She said. Cam grinned and added. "Piper always says that too." Ava grinned as well and added half-teasingly. "I don't doubt it. She talked my and Paolo's ears off about you, and mentioned how she loves your hair, voice, style, arms, jawline. I would bring up how I had to fix the sink, and she brought up how you fix stuff around the house too and that you have your own toolset, and when Paolo brought up his nonna's recipes he learned, Piper brought up that you cook really well too, and so on." Cam blushed. "Oh man. I think I'm the same about Piper with my family as she is with you guys, Mrs. Rocca-Chen." Ava smiled. "I can imagine, being at this stage in a relationship, but it's very sweet and endearing. She talks about you the way Paolo and I talked about each other as teens. Also, call me granna Ava or tài pó if you feel comfortable. You're dating our Pipes, so Paolo and I consider you as part of the family." She said and Cam smiled as they continued to chat.

Meanwhile, Piper talked with her bisnonno, Paolo. He was happy to meet Cam and Iseul, but also wanted to give talk to his great granddaughter. "Fragolina (little strawberry)*, Cameron seems great and I want to give you some advice.” Piper nodded, smiling at the nickname. It was because Piper loved wearing her strawberry dresses as a baby, plus it was her favorite fruit since she was a kid. “Okay, I’m listening.” She said. Paolo smiled too. “I just want to say that you and Cameron shouldn’t rush things too much, enjoy spending time with each other, but also enjoy being your own sims as well. I remember when I started dating your great grandma, I was planning it all out, and things changed when she and I got pregnant with our eldest daughter, your grandma Kaitlyn, in our senior year. It worked out for the best but it made us rethink everything, but despite the challenges of having a baby so young, it was worth it for us.” He paused and smiled. “Sorry honey, I think I over-rambled, but my point is just don’t rush too much, and enjoy the time spent with each other but also remember to still be your own person.” Piper nodded, smiling at Paolo. “I know, thanks bisnonno.” She said and hugged him. He hugged her back and smiled before joking. “You know, you two remind me of so much of Kaitlyn and Maya, Cam has the same confidence and humor and liveliness that Kaitlyn had in her teens.” He added, smiling. “When Kaitlyn first introduced me, Ava, and Hailey to Maya, just by the way they looked at each other and talked to each other, we knew Maya was the one for her. I feel as if Cameron is the same for you, you look at her the same way Kaitlyn looked, and honestly still looks, at Maya, like she’s magic.” Piper blushed. “I know, I feel that way too.” She said.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“When it’s done, can we go right back? Please?” she asked, her eyes glossing over the tiniest bit. “She’s scary… and she doesn’t talk, a-and what if she hurts me?” Eventually though, she nodded weakly. “O-okay…”

Gothi’s eyes went sad, but she nodded in understanding. ‘I’m well aware…’ She frowned back at Danny. ‘Hiccup, while she’s here, you keep her safe, understand? If she’s brought here for anything, anything beyond a simple check in, I will wack you, and I will wack you hard, got it?’

Gothi, almost instantly, shook her head. ‘You owe me nothing, Chief,’ she wrote, ‘This is just what I do, and I don’t need payment for it whatsoever.’

She nodded. ‘Good, good, I’m sure you did a fine job, but I am glad you brought her here to me.’

Danny finally looked up at Hiccup. “Uh…” She didn’t really want to tell this lady anything about her hurting, but… Hiccup said she would help, and who knows? Maybe this would be the only time she’d get good help like this. “M-my back, and um, my stomach still hurts…”

Gothi frowned, nodding at the young girl before turning back to Hiccup. ‘Her stomach hurting isn’t too much of a shock; she’s way too skinny, so that’s most likely the factor for that. When she goes back with you, you need to make sure she eats three meals a day, and I would also add some small things in between. I mean, Hiccup, she’s seven and looks small enough to pass as five, that needs to be fixed.’

Lips pursed together, she added, ‘Now you’re going to want to ease her into it, but I would have your mother stop by and meet her, because even though she seems to be unaware it, Valka is still her mother too, and while she’s here, she’s going to need her, understand?’

‘If she isn’t comfortable with Astrid, then I’ll just check her over by myself while you’re in the other room, because I do want to make sure her back is okay. I’m sure you understand.’

Gothi, now standing directly in front of Danny, gestured for her to look up at her, which she did, albeit hesitantly.

Gingerly, Gothi started taking off the few bandages that littered her face, as well as her arms, turning to Hiccup and nodding in approval.

Danny was almost completely frozen in place, eyes squeezed shut as her nails dug into her legs. She just wanted to go home.

As soon as she removed all the bandages, asked, ‘Hiccup, could you help and put this salve on the wound on her brow as well as the one on her arm? Those are the only two that need it, but I don’t want to scare the poor girl more than she already is.’

"Of course," He nodded, eyes softened. "I wouldn't bring you to her if she'd hurt you. She heals wounds, she doesn't inflict them. You're safe, Danny, I promise." Me, on the other hand... he thought, I might end up with a head wound...

Reading Gothi's threat, he nodded solemnly, well aware that she would follow through. However, he also knew that he'd do everything he could to make sure she stayed safe while she was here.

As Danny looked at him, Hiccup gave her a nod of encouragement. "It's okay, you can tell her."

Hiccup nodded at Gothi's instructions. "She had some mutton stew last night, and some berries this morning. I'll make sure she eats enough."

He nodded again. "Astrid was going to fill her in this morning, I'll set that in motion, as well."

"Of course."

Stepping forward, he picked up the salve, getting ready to apply it. "Danny? You can open your eyes. I'm going to put some of this on two of your cuts, okay? Just like last night."

He worked carefully, doing his best not to further irritate the wounds.

As he worked, he explained what Gothi needed. "She's going to take a look at your back, make sure everything is as it should be. While she does that, I'm just going to be in the other room," he pointed to the doorway leading to where he'd be. "I'll come back as soon as you're covered again, okay?"

Finishing with the salve, he declared, "There, that oughta do it. How's it feeling?"