#and now she’s annoyed and demanding to know why I’m not going to eat them

[list4r]

“Eat it or no tv for you.”

“No!”

“Oh cmon you eat this every day, why not now?”

“I don’t want it! You didn’t do it right!”

“It’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Ain’t no right way to do it baby.”

Toji narrows his eyes at the little girl who refused to eat the sandwich he made for her. Correction: the fifth sandwich he had made because “he didn’t do it right.” If he had known this is what having a kid would be like he would’ve studied the basics of sandwich making for toddlers. Ridiculous.

“Well can you tell me the way you want it? I’m not sure what the right way is.”

“I want it like how mommy does it!”

“Well mommy is at work.”

“Then I don’t want it.” The face she makes remind him of you, she’s basically a carbon copy of you personality wise. That tiny face scrunched up when she hears or sees something she doesn’t want. It was amazing how easily she could get anything she wants, Toji was wrapped around her tiny little finger.

“Okay I’ll do it again.” He repeats the same routine of grabbing the bread and putting the peanut butter then the jelly on it. Thinking maybe he cut it wrong he decided to cut it in fours. A bad idea by the way because he is immediately hit with the hysterical cries of his toddler.

“Wait hey hey no no- don’t cry. What’s wrong? Did I do it wrong again?”

“I’m telling mommy you starving me and being a meanie daddy!”

“I’m not a meanie daddy, that’s not nice to say.”

“Uh huh!”

“Nuh uh…. Brat.” Toji scoffs as he looks around to find anything to soothe the crying child. “You want chicken nuggets? Pretty sure we got the dino ones you like so much.”

“I want- *sniffle* sandwich.”

“I made you like a 100 of them but you didn’t want them.. I don’t know what you want me to do-“

The sound of your keys turning in the door cut off his words, Toji lets out a sigh of relief. “Baby.. thank god you’re here.” He greets you with a kiss and helps you out of your outerwear, a routine you two have developed over the years.

“Why is she crying Toji? Awww what’s wrong sweetheart?” You pick up the child, holding her close as you wipe the tears off her cheeks.

“Daddy won’t feed me!”

“Wha- don’t lie to your mom like that. She just didn’t want what I made her that’s all.”

Turning to him you raise an eyebrow “what did you make for her?”

“What she always eat for lunch. Fuckin nasty ass peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”

“Don’t call her food nasty in front of her. How did you make it?”

“Like how any normal person makes it.” Toji shrugs, wondering why such a question was asked.

“You have to do it a certain way or she won’t eat it.

“So she said. So I put the peanut butter-“

“No it’s the jelly first Toji.”

“What the fuck? I didn’t know there was a certain way.”

You place the child back down, gathering the ingredients. “It’s always jelly first then the peanut butter, on separate breads too don’t mix them and don’t put too much. Then cut the crusts off and cut them into three rectangles.” You say as you perfectly demonstrate how to make the sandwich. “If you don’t do it like this she won’t eat it. Learned it the hard way- here you go sweetie.”

“Thank you mommy!”

Toji scoffs at the scene, earning a giggle from the little girl happily munching away. “Tch… yeah okay I’ll remember that next she demands it.” He pretended to be annoyed but the happy giggles from his little girl cause his mouth to turn on both corners. Honestly he has a lot to learn about his dad business but having you by his side definitely makes things easier.

“Seriously, ain’t shit easy about raising a child.”

“What can I say? I’m just the best”

“Hm yeah she definitely gets her attitude from you.”

[asteria-argo]

One of the most baffling things my mother continuously does is when I ask for things, she will get me something that is not what I asked for and then will be surprised and/or annoyed when I don’t like this random thing I didn’t ask for or want when I was expecting the thing I did ask for

[sonotdaiisy]

TAKE A GUESS ⸺ Haerin x reader

Asking your supposed enemy who she has a crush on

GENRE ⸺ Fluff, enemies to lovers (ish)

WARNINGS ⸺ short, I’ll make like three short posts while I’m actually writing something long :P, wrote this at like 3am so it’s barely proofread, saw an imagine on Pinterest and decided to do it, so just the idea isn’t mine but lowk the entire plotting is :D, wrote on an app called notion I think (a friend recommended) so that’s why there are spaces TT

WC ⸺ 1.3K

You’re going to be honest. Haerin was really intimidating. Everything about her just screams “don’t talk to me or I’ll kill you”. Her face, her eyes, her glares, the way she talks, literally every single thing about her.

She talks to absolutely no one but you. She’s more playful, sweeter, annoying and teasing towards you.

Everyone including you has no idea how and why she started to talk to you.

One time when another school came to your school just for a basketball match, rumors spread that Haerin liked someone from the opposite school leaving everyone in curiosity and thought. But they knew they could never get their answers, no way they were going to walk up to Haerin and asks one of the most irrelevant questions. She’d probably scream or death glare at them. Right now their only option is you.

It was a normal afternoon, you remained in the library to observe break. Drowning yourself in a bunch of novels. Until a person tapped you on the shoulder.

You looked up to see a familiar girl from one of your classes. A small smile plastered on your face so as not to come off as rude or anything like that.

She looked down, embarrassed of what she was about to say next. “Hey umm yn This may seem weird to ask but could you kindly please ask Haerin if the rumors are true? The one about her liking someone from the other school?” She requested shyly.

“Please….you’re the only one she likes, the only one she talks to” she pleaded after seeing your raised eyebrow.

“The only one she likes?! Girl she lowkey hates me“

“But fine whatevs, I’ll ask her about it” you added shutting the Novel that was placed between your palms shut.

“Thank you thank you thank you so much” she thanked a hint of excitement in her tone.

“Yeah” you shortly responded, making your way out of the library to find Haerin.

You were about to go searching round the school until you remembered her favorite spot. The rooftop.

Of course it was her favorite spot in the whole school. She was short from people, short from human interactions.

Just as you thought, you saw Haerin standing by the railings staring down at the others who observed their break; eating, giggling and chatting away.

Moving closed to her, you gave her shoulders a light tap until she whipped her head around to see you.

“What’d you want?” She asked her tone not very welcoming but much rather hostile. It was no big deal since you were pretty much used to it.

“Hey umm I know this may come off as weird, what am I even saying it’s weird but like a girl asked me to ask you if the rumors are accurate you like someone from the other school. You know the school that joined ours during the basketball game that time.” You explained waiting with anticipation for what she was about to say next.

She scoffed looking at you like you had just said the dumbest thing ever. “What are you saying? You’re in my class” she briefly responded turning back to stare down at people.

“Huh? Wait what? What am I supposed to do with this?? That literally just has nothing to do with all this, come on just tell me yes or no?” you demanded but all you got in response was a shrug.

“I’m not telling you, take a guess from the hint”

A small scoffed escaped your lips. You were almost on the verge of smacking her head. What does this all have to do with you? You’re in her class, yes you can totally see that.

Without asking too much you left the roof top now on another mission to find the girl.

It was as if the girl was spying on you because the next thing you knew you got jump scared by her on your way down the staircase.

“Oh my I’m so sorry for the sudden jump scare” she apologized scratching the back of her head sheepishly.

“So what did she say? Is it a yes or no? Did she even answer? Did she leave you on a cliff hanger?” She babbled not taking breaks.

“Yes she did leave me on a cliffhanger”

“You mean she didn’t tell you if she did or not?” The girl asked raising an eyebrow.

“Not that she didn’t tell me, all she said was and I quote. ‘What are you saying? You’re in my class’ “ you repeated the words from earlier.

“Wait what’s that supposed to mea— wait you don’t get that?!” The girl asked her eyes widening in shock.

“Duh”

“You’re literally so dense” she added shaking her head before waking off.

“Umm that’s rude of you to also put me on a cliffhanger you know?!!” You yelled from up the staircase hoping she’d hear from wherever she is.

Everything seemed irritating to you maybe because you still didn’t understand what Haerin and the other girl meant earlier.

“You’re in my class, you’re….in….my…class” you repeated the words slowly analyzing each words.

“You’re, me, in, my, her, class…. This whole shit if confusing!” You ruffled your hair in frustration constantly playing the memory from the roof top again.

And then it clicked. “YOU ARE IN HER CLASS!!” You gasped quietly. “I’m the person she likes!!” you mumbled to yourself.

After finally understanding the statement, you find yourself growing more and more impatient as the last period seemed to be taking forever.

Finally it came to an end, Haerin had dashed out of the class before you knew it.

You fumbled with the zip of your bag, darting your eyes to the door, praying you won’t loose sight of the girl.

After successfully packing your bags you rushed out of the class, stumbling and bumping into people on the way.

You dashed out of the school glancing around once you thought you’ve lost sight of Haerin until you saw her by the sidewalk with her headphones plugged in.

You finally caught up to her, tapping her on the shoulders to get her attention. She turned around slowly removing her headphones. “Yeah?”

“Wait…. What you said earlier—“

“I thought I told you I’m not giving you any more hint”

“Yeah I know, I just wanted to know if it was true or not” you asked biting the inside of your cheeks.

“What do you think? Of course it was!” She stated turning to face front, walking away from you.

You sighed in frustration catching up to her again. This time stopping her by holding her arm stopping her in her tracks.

“I thought I already told you—“

“So does this mean we’re together?” You asked softly looking her in her eyes. “Like you’re my girlfriend now?” You added.

A hint of softness and warmth could be seen in her eyes. She was a bit confused at first but when realization hits, she blushed a bit at your statement. “So you like me back?” She asked confirming just to be sure.

You nodded smiling at her.

Before you could even move she pulled you closer, drawing you into a really tight hug. “Yes it means you’re my girlfriend”

She pulled away noticing someone from the same school as the both of you standing behind you with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates, a blush spread across his face.

“YN these are for you…I’ve liked you for a really long time now… would you be my—“

“Ah ah ah! She’s not straight, plus she’s my girlfriend so back off!” She scowled judging the boy up and down.

The boy nodded running away in embarrassment earning a satisfied smirk from Haerin. “Just as I thought”

[lovelywritinglady]

Idea that been on my mind for like weeks. GN reader that is Muzan's S/O that isn't well known by demons not even some of the uppermoons. Reader comes to the Infinity castle during an uppermoon meeting and gets on to Muzan about leaving a mess (Dead person) at the house and how they always have to clean the blood up. They are tugging Muzan's ear which is just surprising to the uppermoons. Nakime knows Reader cause she brings them there. Kokushibo knows reader because he saw reader in the infinity castle before doing whatever. Reader is also a demon.

Feel free to ignore this.

Sure thing!! Thank you for requesting!

Yes Dear

Muzan Kibutsuji x GN!reader

In which the demons in the infinity castle are shocked by the authority you seem to have over their Lord Muzan.

Fluff, established relationship, mentions of violence, demons, out of character Muzan/other demons.

The moon was high as the upper moon demons gathered together because of their lords command. They all stood in the infinity castle as they awaited their lord who had important news to tell them. Douma in particular was getting restless, wishing he could partake in the eating of beautiful women instead.

“Where is our Lord?” Douma asked to no one in particular.

“Be patient, I am sure our Lord will arrive shortly.” Akaza replied with an annoyed tone.

“Hmmm, fine then.” Douma sighed.

Just then, the man of the hour himself arrived, almost in a flash. Douma, Akaza, and the other upper moon demons all stood still at Muzans aura. Chills ran down their spines and their once proud faces were now ones of fear. They all bowed simultaneously and kept their heads down to show their loyalty.

“Mmm good to know you all still know your place.” Muzan spoke looking down at them with slight disgust. The smell of blood thick in the air as Muzans latest victim lie dead on the floor.

“Yes my lord.” They all spoke heads still down

“Dammit Muzan! Not again!” An angry demon called out making all of the upper moons lift their heads in surprise.

“What is it now dear.” Muzan spoke calmly looking at his beloved.

“How many times have I told you that you cannot leave your dinner anywhere you want. You’re the lord of all demons at least act respectable. My goodness.” The new demon scolded Muzan as the tugged on his ear which surprised all of the other demons in the room.

“My…apologies, y/n. Please let go of my ear darling.” Muzan spoke softly hoping his subordinates wouldn’t hear.

“For what” Y/n said still holding onto his ear.

“For… leaving my dinner… laying around.” Muzan responded looking annoyed as his ear was throbbing in pain.

“Good. And this time there is no way in hell I’m going to clean up after you.” Y/n spat giving Muzan their best glare as they finally let go of his ear.

“Yes dear.” Muzan as he looked deep in their eyes. Muzan then held y/n’s face affectionately before turning back to his subordinates who gave him a look of confusion.

“What are you all looking at. If you’d like to keep your head then I suggest you bow your heads.” Muzan yelled glaring his bright red eyes at the upper moon demons.

“Yes my Lord Muzan.” They all said in unison.

“This powerful demon is Y/n, who also happens to be my mate. Treat them as you would treat me.” Muzan ordered looking at them in disgust.

They all bowed further showing that they understood their lord’s demand. Y/n then heals on to their mates arm holding it affectionat. They then looked at the sight before them feeling pride that their love is so powerful.

“Don’t you have import news to tell them, my love?” Y/n asked looking up at Muzan.

“Why yes, Dear.” Muzan replied looking into their e/c eyes. “I have gathered you all here today to tell you that a demon that has conquered the sun had finally come.” Muzan started as he continued to hold on to his love.

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Ummm I thought about it and maybe this is what happened in Eden before the extermination days? Let me know if it’s good haha

In Eden:

Adam confused upon seeing all the angels surround Lucifer. Lilith and Eve tried to grab into him as he passes but he shrugs them off.

Adam: w-what’s going on?

Lucifer: Adam! You’re here!

Sera: Do not address the first human! You have betrayed fathers will!

Lucifer: shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!

Sera: Lucifer you have been found guilty on trying to corrupt humanity

Lucifer: corrupt!? Is that what you’re calling it!? It wasn’t corruption! I just wanted Adam!

Sera: You tried to give him the apple of knowledge before he was ready, before any of the humans were ready!

Lucifer: I love him!

Sera: you almost damned him!

Growling, Lucifers white wings begin to turn red. He turns to Adam who had come to close in his naive innocence

Lucifer: Adam! Adam! I love you! I love you so much! You can trust me okay! The other angels they lied to you, they’ve manipulated you! I’m the only one who’s looking out for you!

Adam: I don’t understand. Why are you hurting Lucifer?

Sera: stay back Adam, it’s for your own good

Adam: but lucifer has never hurt me

He moves closer towards the Angel. Lucifer seeing as it might be his wonky change grabs into Adam wrist

Lucifer: I love you Adam, don’t you see what they’re trying to do ? They’re trying to keep us apart!

Adam jumps as the ground below them begins to grumble away. He struggles to keep himself on the grassy ground of Eden.

Lucifer: remember what we talked about!? Remember what you said!? You told ME you don’t want to be controlled and dictated! That you don’t want to be used as a farming cow!

Adams eyes beginning tear up, growing wide with confusion. Lucifer is beginning to tug him down into the pit with him. It gets to the point where Adams on his knees at the edge of the hole.

Lucifer: You said you wanted to be free!? If you come with me now you can be free with me!

Adam is extremely overwhelmed and confused. Lucifers fingers are beginning to grow into black claws and are now piercing into Adam flesh. Horror struck Adam as horns begin to project from Lucifers head and a stream of blood runs down Lucifers face.

Lucifer: I love you Adam. I meant what I said about teaching you what love is…

Using divine magic, Sera intervenes in the nick of time and is able to save Adam from being dragged into the pit with Lucifer.

Adam is traumatised, confused and terrified at what just happened. He sits back on his knees as the ground closes up and eventually the angels return to heaven. Lilith and eve approach him in matching confusion.

Adam frowning while rubbing the bruising in his wrist: I don’t understand

Eve: me either. What did lucifer mean by all of that?

Lilith: I have an idea on how to figure it out

I guess it was liliths idea to share the apple that Lucifer had tried to feed to Adam, Adam refuses it but Eve eats it. The two girls are banished from Eden but Adam decides to go with them encase they need help. He does father children with both of them but there’s no romantic love between them. Adam becomes more of an uncle as Lilith and Eve grows to love one another and raise their children together as a family.

Still scared from what happened years ago in Eden, Adam keeps to himself. He doesn’t entertain relationships or love because lucifer frightened him that day. He has permeated scaring in his wrist from lucifer trying to take him to hell with him.

Once Adam dies and goes to heaven, he just wants to be a hermit and live in his room. He’s that socially awkward guy lol it was going great! Until word accidentally gets out to Lucifer that Adams in Heaven now and he has a shot!!

Cue unreasonable demands during the Hell and Heaven meetings and almost childish tantrums lol

Adam one day being taken to the headquarters of heaven by Emily. They meet sera waiting for them in the corridor. She appears annoyed, tired and stressed but she relaxes when she sees him.

Adam: um why do I have to attend this meeting?

Sera: it…let’s just say it’ll help everyone of you begin to attend these meetings Adam..

Adam confused

Emily smiling and eager to see what happens

On the other side of the realm, Lucifer is cockily sitting in the meeting chair and legs crossed on the table while looking at his claws.

Lucifer: wonder how they’ll deal with my new demands? It’s just a matter of time before I see my darling again ~

He glances at the thick red scroll sitting on the table with a crooked smirk. Unraveled it was almost the length of the whole pentagram city.

Lucifer: can’t wait to see sera’s face when she sees that

Lucifer you little shit lmao Him throwing the biggest bitch fit until he can see Adam again is the best thing I love that for him.

He almost got Adam to fall with him.

Bet he's still mad it didn't happen and that Sera was the one to stop it.

Is that scroll a list of demands? Damn!

Lucifer sitting there all smug as finally gets to see the love of his life again

[ellethespaceunicorn]

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Can I submit a prompt where Lloyd calls in his normally mousey assistant on one of her off days and is blown back by her casual attire? Maybe she's on her way out of hang with the girls and she's got her hottie/freekum dress/attire on.

Bonus if she is as completely I bothered as she normally is and even teases him a bit for his audacity 😈😈

I appreciate you're brain and the time you spend sharing it with us!! ☺️💕💜

Hi nonny!! So sorry this took so long, but here it is! And just as a warning, this one is a doozy and I will not be earning bonus points based on your ask.

Is getting negative points a thing?? (Because this thing went off the rails...)

Title: Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

Warnings: horrible boss Lloyd, pet name (Mouse), power imbalance, multiple threats of violence, non-con, forced oral sex (f receiving), slight dacryphilia, forced hand job (m receiving), dub-con p-in-v intercourse, vaginal creampie, forced oral sex (m receiving), oral creampie, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: I apologize to nonny who asked for something (I think) completely different. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @saradika

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

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You’re at home getting ready to go out with the girls. It has been ages since you had a free night to let your hair down. But tonight was the night. 

You made sure to ditch the wool sweaters, drab colors, and sensible shoes that you usually wear to work. Instead, you opt for a form-fitting pinstripe dress that ends just above your knee. Large hoop earrings push through your hair and demand attention. Your feet are covered in strappy heels that are cuter than they are comfortable.

But beauty is pain, no?

Just as you are exiting your apartment and entering your car, your phone buzzes. You pull your phone from your purse and growl at the text message from your boss.

Your boss, your reason for migraine medication, the bane of your existence. Lloyd Hansen. Getting an internship with Hansen Government Service was supposed to be a summer gig to help you pay for odds and ends during your last year at college. But no, you had to go ahead and impress the CEO with your problem-solving and the way you covered your former boss’ ass one too many times. 

And now here you are, the personal assistant to this deplorable caricature of a human being. Amazing vision and dental benefits aside, you were the glorified babysitter to a sociopath with an inferiority complex. But you keep your mouth shut and your head down because you know where your bread is buttered.

The text from Lloyd is still sitting in your inbox unread one minute later when your phone starts to ring. You were hoping he would think you were asleep or something, but you remember Lloyd doesn’t observe normal business hours. And he doesn’t give a shit if you have a day off either.

“Yes, Sir,” you answer with Lloyd’s preferred moniker.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” he asks, his annoyed tone unmistakable.

“I apologize for not being available to you, Sir. What can I help you with?” you acknowledge, wanting him to get to his point of bothering you.

“Hmmm. I’m gonna ignore you being rudely polite. For now. Need you to get my dry cleaning, Mouse,” he advises, using that nickname that boils your blood.

“Sir. It’s almost 9 p.m. Are the dry cleaners still open?” you wonder aloud.

“I called them, and they agreed to re-open so that I could get my shirts. Wasn’t that nice of them? You don’t wanna keep that sweet old lady waiting this late at night, do you?” he persuades, a sinister chuckle sending a chill down your spine.

“I will pick up your shirts for you, Sir,” you question.

“Had to pull a late night at the office, but I’m leaving now. Meet me at my place, Mouse,” he replies.

“Yes, Sir,” you say, holding back the urge to scream in his ear and ending the call. 

By being at the office, he is within walking distance of the shop where his clothing is being held. 

Deep breaths. Don’t let him take your joy.

You pass your office building and veer into the small shopping center. Stepping into the shop, you realize you don’t have a ticket, but you also know that the place is staying open for only one reason.

“You here to pick up Hansen?” The old woman behind the counter smiles at you and you nod stepping over to her, “Very particular, that one. Don’t let him work you too hard, honey.” 

“Oh, thank you,” you greet, smiling when she handed over the hangers of shirts covered in plastic material, “May I just apologize for him keeping you open past your hours?”

Before you can apologize, the sweet woman comes around the counter and pats your hand.

“How long are you going to apologize for him? Just go home, honey. And good luck with that one,” she reasons, and she scoots you out of the store before you can tell her that you’re only his assistant, not his long-suffering wife.

You give up trying to explain yourself and turn around to get back in your car. With the shirts hung in the back seat, you speed until you get to Lloyd’s gated community. Pushing in the code to the outer gate, you squirm in your seat as the gate slowly opens.

Driving through streets with pretentious names, you end up at the cul-de-sac where his McMansion sits center-stage among the other Stepford homes. You park next to his vehicle in the spacious driveway, a BMW M8 Competition Convertible in Alpine White. Not a scratch on her sparkling surface.

You stuff down the urge to put a scratch on his car because he will notice it. He notices everything. And with the level of neat freak that he is, he probably would notice a single fingerprint on the car’s hood.

Walking up to the door, you see the Ring camera and press the doorbell. The porch light comes on and the door opens to reveal your boss talking on the phone with one earbud in his ear. He pauses and looks you up and down before letting you walk in around him.

“I’m gonna have to go, something just came up,” he purrs, adjusting himself in the two seconds you were looking away from him. He pulls out his earbud, ending the call and turning his attention to you, “Mouse, glad you could make it, but you didn’t have to dress up for me.”

“I didn’t. Here are your shirts. Can I help you with anything else, Sir?” you explain, holding his dry cleaning out so he can take them. 

Once he reaches out, he bypasses the shirts, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him. “Maybe there is one thing you can do for me, Mouse. It is quite a big job though,” he dares, ghosting his thumb over your pulse point.

“Hmmm. Sir, I didn’t come all this way to do whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you warn, putting your hand on his chest to push him away as you feel his increased heart rate. 

His eyes are dark, with barely any blue left in the iris. You can almost feel how hungry he is for you.

“Well, I was gonna say I wouldn’t mind a blowjob from those perfect glossy lips. But I think I wanna hear your mouth moan for me while I eat that pretty pussy instead,” he admits, taking the shirts out of your hand before hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Sir! No! Put me down, you fucking psycho. What are you doing?” you demand, pounding your hands on his back and landing a harsh blow directly to his ass.

“Fuck, Mouse! Hands to yourself, or I won’t keep my hands to myself, ok?” he cautions, surprising you with a hard slap to your ass, “And you got that wrong anyway, I’m technically a sociopath, not a psychopath.”

You’re in a state of stunned silence as he walks up the grand staircase in the room and brings you into a bedroom down the hall. You don’t have time to wonder what all of the other rooms are used for as you are dumped on his bed. The silk sheets underneath you are comfortable, but they seem creepy once you think about being thrown down on top of them. Before you can scramble off of the bed, Lloyd grabs you by the hips and traps you under his weight. 

“Mouse, mouse, mouse. Why don’t you ever dress like this for me?” he breathes, his clothed erection nestled against your hip, “You wearing this for some asshole? Should call him up and tell him I got to you first.”

“Sir, please. I was just going to hang out with my girls. I promise I won’t say anything about this if you just let me go,” you whimper, your hands going to his chest again trying to push him away.

He grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed. His nose takes in your RiRi perfume as it glides along your neck. Kicking your legs open, he nestles himself in between so he can rock his hips into you. Feeling his hardening dick against your panties as your dress rides up, he groans as he feels the heat coming off of you.

“Kinda funny you want me to let you go. But I bet if I dipped a finger into that cute snatch I know you have, I would find a little honey pot full of delicious sweetness waiting for me. Shall I test that out?” he counters. Holding both wrists in one giant hand as he trails a hand down your body until it disappears between you.

You feel his bruising fingers pushing your panties out of the way to find his prize. His touch turns almost delicate as the tips of his fingers find your wet pussy; your body’s betrayal is evident in the puddle forming on your netherlips. The look in his eyes when he finds what he’s looking for is bordering on sheer joy.

“There it is, Mouse. Just like I knew it would be,” he beams, pulling two fingers coated in your essence to his mouth and sucking them clean, “Fuck. I knew it would be delicious. You’re gonna sit on my face and give me all your sweet cream.”

He rolls your body over so that you are straddling him. You debate trying to scramble off of him, but he pinches your thigh and brings you back to the task at hand. You crawl up his body and hover over his face until he locks his arms around your thighs and pulls you down over his eager mouth.

Looking down at him, he looks serene with his eyes closed as he goes to work on your sensitive folds. For a while, you feel nothing when he licks up your slit. Circling your nub with his tongue, he moans when your clit twitches. When kitten licks against your clit turn to sucking it into his mouth, you can’t restrain the urge to grab a handful of his hair.

If he wants to hear you moan pretty for him, he’s gonna need to do better than this. You grind your pussy into his tongue and sigh when he sticks his tongue directly into your hole. Fucking into you with his tongue is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

You tighten your fingers in his auburn hair, unable to hold back your orgasm for much longer. Visions of all the times he looked at you like you were a piece of meat flash before your eyes. The way all of his other assistants quit the job after short stints. And you just about gift-wrapped yourself for him tonight.

You should have never answered the phone. But it’s kind of hard to think about that now with the way your resolve is slowly slipping away. You feel the metaphorical rubber band being stretched to within an inch of its life. Until pop!

The wave of your climax washes over you like a warm blanket. Your keening whine is music to Lloyd’s ears as he holds you tighter when you try and extricate yourself from his grasp. He laps up everything you have to give him and makes obscene sucking and licking noises. Once he lets up on your pussy, he lets your weak body roll to the side on its own. You don’t notice you are crying until he licks away one tear.

He looks down at you as he wipes his mustache clean of your juices. “Every part of you tastes amazing, Mouse. Even your tears. Fuck, that’s so hot I got you crying for me,” he hums, wiping away your tears with a thumb as he lays next to your limp body.

You’re quiet as you lay in your boss’ bed, him having just defiled your body with his tongue. Not knowing what to think, your brain just replays everything trying to find where you went so wrong. Because not only was that an Earth-shattering orgasm but it was given to you by your boss. That kind of thing is frowned upon in most companies. But Lloyd is the CEO, are the rules different? You don’t have the time to keep thinking when Lloyd chimes in.

“Now, Mouse, I’m sure your brain is going a mile a minute. But let me make one thing clear: I am going to need you to come into work dressed just like this from now on. You wear something tight, something that shows off this body, something that I can pull up or down and fuck you in while we’re in the office,” he chuckles as you look over to him with tears in your eyes at your new fate, “We’ll put that into your contract. What do you think? From Personal Assistant to Fuck Toy. That’s a step up, huh?”

You say nothing, content to shed tears and wish that the Earth would open up and swallow you.

“Don’t be so gloomy. At least you got to come, unlike some of us. You can help me with that, can’t you Mouse?” he pleads, as if he didn’t just change your job title to fit your new duties. He unzips his pants, pulling out his thick length and reaching for your hand to wrap around it, “I won’t need much help. I could’ve blown in my pants like a fucking teenager when you came in my mouth.”

You wish his mouth would just fucking stop. You don’t need the commentary. You unenthusiastically jerk him off until he spills rope after rope of jizz painting your hand and his pants. At least he was right, he didn’t need much help. 

“Good fucking job, Mouse,” he gushes, throwing an arm over his brow as he catches his breath, “Can’t wait to take that cunt for a test drive but I can wait until my balls are not so fucking empty. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom.”

You rise and walk into the attached bathroom all without a single thought in your head. You use the toilet, wash your hands, and splash water on your face. You avoid the mirror like the plague.

Coming back to the bedroom, you are greeted by Lloyd lying on his side and crooking a finger at you. You swallow your spit and take a deep breath, moving to join him on the bed. 

Once there, you let him manhandle you in every position he wants. You close your eyes, wishing you were somewhere else. Until he has you on your back. He makes you stare into his eyes as he fucks you like the little puppet you are. When he takes you over the edge again, he doesn’t stop his onslaught until you beg him to stop.

But begging only drives him to go harder. Flesh slapping against flesh painfully until he pushes himself deep within you and stills. Every twitch and spurt felt inside of you like a slap to the face. You’re not on birth control and you fear asking if he is snipped but he speaks up before you can ask.

“I pay you enough to afford the morning-after pill, right?” he asks, his dick softening and sliding out of you.

Fucking asshole. The thought of murder crosses your mind more than once, but you know people might come looking for him. And the thought of having to trade in your freedom for a life behind bars makes you rethink killing this nutcase.

So, instead, you just say, “Yes, Sir.”

“Right. Good. Alright, well it’s not too late for you to go out with your friends. Don’t stay out too late, you have work in the morning. Bright and early, Mouse. I expect you to be there tomorrow,” he remarks, acting like he didn’t just use your body for his sick pleasure, “That means you’re good to go home now, Mouse. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gets off you, climbing off the bed and adjusting himself, pulling you up and escorting you to the front door. He all but pushes you out of the door into the night, as if you were trash. When you get back inside your car, your phone has tons of messages from your friends wondering where you are.

You send a mass text that you weren’t feeling well, and you needed rest. It wasn’t entirely untrue anyway. You make it back home, shedding your clothes as you walk to your bedroom. You pull back the covers and wrap yourself in warmth, willing the events of the night to just go away. But they don’t go away.

The next morning, you shower and dress like Lloyd wants. The looks of your coworkers cause heat to rise to your face. You don’t usually get this type of attention. Or any attention when you think about it. 

When you get to Lloyd’s office, he is sitting behind his desk on a call, and he waves you over. You walk around his desk and see his pants are already unbuttoned and his half-chub is sticking out. You spare yourself the embarrassment of being asked and go right to work on him with your hands. Unsurprised when he puts a hand on the back of your head, you just lower yourself and take him in your mouth.

Little does he know; your head game is strong. And within about three minutes, you have him spasming down your throat. His softening cock is sensitive as you tease him by swirling your tongue around the head. He ends his phone call and holds your face in his hands.

“What’s my soul taste like, Mouse? I’m sure you sucked it right out,” he praises, his dazed eyes focusing on you while he catches his breath.

“If you had a soul, I’m sure it would taste as bitter as your cum,” you snap, uncaring of whether or not he was offended.

“Good point. Watch that pretty mouth, though. My precious feelings might get hurt. And then you might get hurt. So, play nice, Mouse,” he cautions, lightly clapping his hand against your cheek, just hard enough to jerk you out of misbehaving.

“Yes, Sir,” you sass, putting on a fake smile and Lloyd rolls his eyes, shooing you away.

You can do what he says, doesn’t mean you have to make it easy for him in the slightest. And isn’t that the best way to get back at him? Give him everything he wants but with no enthusiasm. Of course, you know this little plan of yours won’t last long. But when you’re faced with a demon like Lloyd Hansen, you’ll take any little victory you can. As few and far between as they may be.

A/N: This got way out of hand. I don’t know what happened. Um, I’m not sorry though. Because I love this and if it ends up being just for me, then so be it.

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Jon Snow*Blind Date

Pairing: Modern!Jon Snow x f!Reader

Platonic: Sam, Gilly, Cregan, Robb, Sansa, Theon, and Tormund

Summary: Jon's friends bully him into going on a blind date he's sure he will regret but by the end he is head over heels for her

TW: Swearing and inuendo but nothing major

Word count: 3459 (I got carried away lol)

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“Dude, I said no,” Jon said rejecting Sam’s offer yet again.

Sam and Gilly sat across from the stubborn Snow as they ate lunch and Sam questioned why he even tried. “Why not though?” Sam asked.

“Because I don’t need you to set me up with someone. I can find my own dates,”

“Really?” Sam said staring at Jon in disbelief. Gilly let out a giggle as her boyfriend began to berate the boy, “Last week all you did was write poetry about how alone and sad and moody you were. You’ve went full emo,”

“First of all, that was for class,” Jon glared at Sam only receiving a smirk in return, “Secondly I thought that was private,”

“And if you had a girlfriend then you would know-nothings private,”

“He’s right you know,” Gilly pipped up. Jon liked Gilly. He liked Sam. He liked them together. But right now, he wanted to slap the pair's heads together and storm off. But Jon chose to rise above and be mature.

“Yeah, well fuck you both,” he grumbled as he began to almost stab the food on his tray with his fork. “I’m happy being single,”

“Since when were you happy?” Cregan asked as he sat to join them for lunch.

“Im trying to set Jon up with my mate but he’s being stubborn. As always,”

“Ooo which girl?” Cregan asked before quickly adding “Or guy or whatever it is you’re into. You are into people, aren’t you?”

The three laughed as Jon’s attack on his food increased, “People that aren’t assholes yeah. I don’t get why you’re so insistent on this,”

“Because one day Jon,” Sam folded his arms, leaning on the table, and began his tale, “I’m going to realise I haven’t heard from you in a while and decide hey I should check on him. So, me and Gilly are gonna come over to your sad little apartment and break in. And what will I find? You dead on the couch and Ghost circling your body like a vulture. And I don’t wanna Gilly to see that,”

“Ghost isn’t gonna fucking eat me when I die,” Jon snapped, “Do you really think im gonna die alone? Do you think I can’t get a date that badly?” Gilly, Sam, and Cregan all shared a look “Okay fuck all of you,”

“I just think it’d be good for you to get out the house,” Gilly pipped up and the other two nodded in agreement before she added, “Besides you’ll be less tense if you get laid,” making everyone’s jaws drop, “Im serious. I used to be even more stressed than you Jon and then I met Sam and ever since I’ve just been- “

“I don’t think we need to talk about that darling,” Sam cut her off.

“Seconded,” Cregan said, “but she’s right. You need to get laid,”

Jon sighed and Sam looked between his friends and questioned his life decisions, “While I’d prefer you didn’t just ‘use’ them for sex, I genuinely think you would like them,”

“We didn’t say to use them for sex,” Gilly said but Jon ignored her.

Jon sighed and pushed his tray away since his food was now closer to mush than anything else from his stabbings, “Fine. One date,” Jon said, and the group let out a cheer, “but I swear to god Sam they better not be crazy or something,”

“By something he means ugly,” Cregan said, and Jon slapped the back of his head. “Ow dude wtf?”

Sam grinned, “Don’t worry. I know your type. You’ll like them,”

Jon Snow’s mystery date was all the talk of their friend group. Robb had found out, Tormund found out, and Theon had found out. He even got a text from Sansa about it. all of them bombarded him with tips and tricks and lines to use. Sansa demanded he Facetime her to pick his outfit out.

As Jon was getting ready to leave his room was filled with all said annoying friends bar Sansa but she was texting him so much it felt like she was practically there. “And when you get to the restaurant- “Cregan started, and Jon let out an agonising groan.

“Shut up,” he whined, “I know what to do on a date,”

“We know mate but,” Tormund began, “you haven’t been the same since Ygritte. We just don’t want you giving up if it doesn’t go to plan,”

“I’m not gonna give up,” Jon said as he looked at himself in the mirror. The outfit Sansa bullied him into was a white button-up and weird checked trousers that were ‘trendy’ right now. Jon sighed as he began to unbutton it, “Besides Ygritte was a long time ago,”

She had been his first-ever girlfriend he got the week of university. It was good at first, but they were always fighting and bickering. They were constantly breaking up and getting back together. The whole ordeal lasted a year and messed Jon up. Especially since he didn’t realise, they weren’t getting back together until he found out she was seeing Orell.

“You’re not cancelling,” Sam warned Jon who in return through his shirt at him.

“Im just changing shirts calm down,” he said as he pulled out a black shirt and black jeans. “Do I at least get to know anything about this person before im trapped at a table for an hour with them?”

“They’re in my history of medicine and herbology class, from Kingslanding, same age as us, funny, and extremely sarcastic,” Sam listed.

“Is that it?”

“You’ll have to find the rest out yourself,”

“Do I at least get a name?” Jon asked as he began to tie his doc boot laces.

“(Y/N),”

“Oh, I like them!” Robb pipped up, “Yeah, they tutored me in Dornish lit last year. Only reason I didn’t flunk out,”

“Oh, yay maybe I can study tonight,” Jon deadpanned before turning to look in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Sam said.

 “Very emo,” Cregan chimed in with a smirk causing Jon to roll his eyes.

“Hot bro,” Theon blew Jon a kiss and received a slap on the head from Cregan. “Can’t a bro appreciate another hot bro?”

Theon was ignored and Robb spoke up, “Sansa’s gonna kill you but you look good dude. Don’t worry. It’s just a date,”

“Im not worried,” Jon lied as he continued to try straightening out his already straight shirt.

Robb grabbed Jon's leather jacket and helped him shrug it on, “Of course not,” he said as he held Jon's shoulders, “You’ve got this,”

Jon was standing outside the restaurant with his gaggle of hens following him, “You’re not coming on this date with me you know?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “I was just gonna point them out then we were gonna head to the The Wall bar encase you need us,”

“I won’t need you,” Jon said causing Sam and Robb to share a look “Shut up,” Jon grumbled as he looked into the restaurant, “So who is it?”

Sam pointed them out and the nerves instantly flooded Jon's system. They had got there early and were already sitting down looking absolutely gorgeous. They weren’t even trying. They were just sitting there playing with a fork and staring out a window and yet Jon was already feeling his mouth go dry, “Dude they’re well out of my league,”

“I said the same thing about Gilly and look at us now. Now go get em tiger,”

“I hate you,” Jon said before walking up to the restaurant door, “Here I go,” Jon took a deep breath and forced himself into the building, throwing a quick glance back to where Robb and Sam were giving him a thumbs up like some kind of child.

“Table for one?” The hostess asked.

Jon cleared his throat, not even sure what name the reservation was under, “I’m meeting someone here. For a date,” he began to stutter and cursed himself mentally, “I think they’re- “

“Jon?” she asked, and he nodded as a blush began to flush his cheeks, “They were sat a few minutes ago. Come with me,” she said and led Jon to his table who was desperately trying to walk normally and not fall into a deep hole and die. “Your dates here,” the hostess grinned as Jon sat down across from his mystery date who even the hostess knew before him. “Here are your menus. Have fun you two,” she said before leaving.

“Hi- “

“I’m- “

“Sorry you go- “

“You go first- “

The pair let out an awkward laugh before she quickly jumped in, “Hey,” she said with a smile stuck to her lips that were perfect just like her smile.

Jon found his face flushing yet again, “Hey. A friend of yours im guessing?” he asked nodding to the hostess who kept glancing at them.

“Yeah,” she laughed despite him not making a joke, “That’s Baela. Sorry if she keeps spying on us. She traded a shift just to watch me crash and burn,” Jon laughed and smiled as a blush filled her face instead of his for once, “Not that I think im gonna crash and burn im sorry let me start again. I’m (Y/N),” she said as she stuck her hand out to shake his and Jon saw her cringe at her own actions.

But he just grinned and shook her hand in return, “I’m Jon,” she took her hand back and his hand had never felt colder.

“Sorry about the handshake,”

“No, it’s good. Handshakes are good,” Jon reassured her, glad that it was not only him sweating buckets over this date. “I’ve never had a date shake my hand before,”

“I’ve never had a blind date before,”

“Me neither. Sam practically bullied me into this. He wouldn’t even tell me your name,”

“Me too,” she grinned. “Well, he let me know your name, but he forbade me to look up your social media,”

“You wouldn’t find much im afraid,”

“Not an Instagram guy?” she asked, and Jon shook his head, “Hmm I suppose I can forgive you,”

“Oh, so kind of you,” Jon said, and she laughed, “I guess we should probably look at the menu. That waiter looks like he’s ready to pounce,”

(Y/N) smiled, opening her menu, but it dropped once she looked up to the waiter, “Oh fuck,”

“What?” Jon asked, dropping his menu and looking to see what she had been staring at. It had been their waiter who had skulked off as soon as she had looked up. “Do you know him?”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said as she tried to shake it off, but Jon kept looking at her causing her to sigh, “That’s my ex. Baela swore he was off tonight or I would’ve said somewhere else,”

“Is it okay? Do we need to leave?” Jon asked, fully ready to walk half the earth for this girl he had only had half a conversation with.

She sighed and took a second to think “Nah it’ll be fine. Yeah, no it’ll be fine. He broke up with me anyway plus it was like a year ago so like yeah, its fine. Plus, they do a really good cheesecake I wanna get for dessert so its fine,” Jon couldn’t help but find her rambling adorable, but his silence caused her to look at him, “As long as you’re okay with it?”

“As long as the cheesecake as is good as you say,” he joked.

She laughed and picked up her menu, “Oh I promise its more than just good,”

After the pair had looked at the menu their chat was interrupted “(Y/N),” their waiter greeted not even glancing at Jon.

“Ramsay,” she said giving a tight-lipped smile, “How are you?”

“I'm fine. What can I get yous?” he asked and Jon's face contorted at how he didn’t even pretend to be courteous. (Y/N) also appeared shocked as she began to stutter her order and he wrote it down. “What about you?” he asked not even looking at Jon. Jon was so baffled that he didn’t even respond causing Ramsey to ask again “Well?”

“I’ll have the gourmet burger and a coke,”

“You’ll have the Pepsi,” Ramsey said as he turned and walked away from the table.

Jon and (Y/N) looked at each other with a look of half horror half confusion, “Was he always such an asshole?”

“I mean yeah but I assumed he’d at least pretend at work. Im so sorry,”

“Don’t apologise for him,” Jon assured her “Why did you even date him?”

She laughed but her face was anything but happy, “Can we save toxic ex stories for date two?”

“I understand. I mean like. I get it,” Jon said, and relief flooded her face, “We’ve all got some shitty stories I guess?”

“Yeah, but let’s focus on the good ones for now. Baela will kill me if I scare you off before dessert,”

“Good thing I don’t scare easily,”

From there the conversation flowed so easily that even Ramsey's bluntness couldn’t ruin the night. They had so much in common and Sam was right. She was funny and kept up with his quick tongue.

“You’re an idiot if your serious think Aegon the conquering was- “

“Dessert?” Ramsey interrupted their debate as he began to take their plates away.

The pair shared a look before (Y/N) spoke up, “Could we get the cheesecake and- “but she was cut off by his scoff, “What?”

“Do you really need the cheesecake?”

Jon felt a hot rage go up his spine as he glared daggers into Ramsey. (Y/N) went instantly red and was stumbling to even get a word out so Jon spoke up. “Give us one of each dessert,”

“You want four desserts?” Ramsey finally actually looked at Jon whose gaze could cut metal right now.

“Yup. Problem?”

“Whatevs. Coming right up,” Ramsey said as he sauntered off to the kitchen.

“Don’t listen to a word that guy says. He’s an asshole. I don’t understand why you ever dated him. And you said the dessert was good so we’re trying each one no arguments,”

(Y/N) smiled and Jon almost forgot the anger at the sight of it, “He was nice once. I think. Im honestly not so sure now,” she laughed but her voice was fragile.

Jon grabbed her hand without even thinking, “You deserve someone way better than him. You’re so,” Jon shook his head trying to think of the right word, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so perfect,”

“You barely even know me,”

Jon sighed as he debated if he should go against everything his friends had told him and lay himself out on the table, “I had my own Ramsey. And well, there’s a lot to that story but long story short she just. She was just not good for me. Now I don’t even know why we ever dated but she messed with my head, and I haven’t gone on a date since until now. And I can honestly say I’ve had more fun tonight than I did in the whole year I knew her,”

He expected her to run, to excuse herself to the bathroom and climb out a window, but she squeezed his hand instead, “I get that. I really do. I was thinking the same thing about Ramsey this whole time. How could I date someone as pig headed as him- “she said causing Jon to chuckle, “when I could’ve been with someone like you,”

“Maybe blind dates aren’t so bad after all,” Jon said, and she smiled. They stayed looking into each other’s eyes till Ramsey ruined it yet again by ungraciously dumping four plates and 2 spoons on the table.

 They didn’t let it ruin the mood and spent another hour sitting and chatting as Jon experienced the best cheesecake of his life. They must’ve been too happy for Ramsey's liking who decided to dump the bill on their table without even asking but made sure to add, “Remember it's rude not to leave a tip,”

“Its official. I have better taste than you,” Jon joked as he pulled out his wallet.

“Hey, I need to stalk this Ygritte girl before you get to judge,”

“Fine fine,” Jon said as he began to take cash out, “It was 38.50 but I only have $20s and I don’t wanna leave him $1.50,”

“Here I have change,” (Y/N) said as she pulled out $18.50 in cash, “You can pay me back by getting me a drink at The Wall on our next date,”

“Oh, can I? your so kind,” Jon said though internally he was bouncing off the walls at the idea of another date with this perfect specimen.

“I know,” she said as she scrunched her nose up and Jon thought he may die from her cuteness, “Do you have a pen though? I wanna leave him a ‘tip’,”

Jon passed her a pen and tried to watch what she was writing but she hid it and closed the bill holder with a grin, “We should go. Now,”

The pair rushed to the host stand for (Y/N) to say a quick goodbye to Baela. As she was telling Baela she’d text her they heard a “Hey!” from across the restaurant and the pair turned to see Ramsey pushing through tables to get to them.

“Go, go, go,” (Y/N) laughed as she grabbed Jon's arm and hauled him out of the restaurant, and ran across the road, narrowly dodging a car.

Ramsey flipped them off, unable to leave the restaurant but as soon as he walked back in the pair broke out into a laughing fit, “What did you write?”

(Y/N) laughed harder, “I told him how to find the clit,” she said, and Jon laughed even harder.

“Oh, my gods I love that,” He was almost crying at this point, “This is the best thing Sam has ever forced me to do,”

“Im glad,” she laughed as she looked up at Jon, “It’s getting late. My roommate said if I didn’t get back by 11, she was calling the cops,”

“Well, I don’t need to get arrested again,”

“Again?” she asked, and Jon laughed, “Am I dating a gang leader or something?”

“I’ll tell you as I walk you to your dorm?” Jon offered.

(Y/N) grinned and nodded as the pair began to walk back to campus, “At least you’re a gentleman gang man,”

Jon was disappointed as they reached the door to her dorm knowing he would have to wait to see her again, “So if you don’t do insta do you at least have a phone number?” (Y/N) asked as she leaned back against her front door.

“Gimme your phone I’ll put it in,” he said, and she complied.

“This better not be a fake number Jon Snow,” she teased as he handed the cell back to her.

Despite his anxiety at the beginning Jon felt his confidence grow with every joke and come back. He didn’t even think as he stepped closer, leaving only an inch between them, “Don’t worry its very real. I promise,”

“Good,” she grinned as she brought her hands to rest on his shoulders, “I had fun tonight,”

“Me too,” Jon said as he leaned in closer, placing his hand on her waist. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” he confessed as his lips ghosted hers.

She leaned in ever so slightly so that her lips brushed against his as she said, “Then do it,”

His lips fell onto hers and her arms pulled him in closer, so they were pressed against each other as their lips moulded together perfectly. Jon wanted it to last forever but as he grazed his teeth against her bottom lip she pulled back slightly, “If we don’t stop, I won’t be going into my room alone,”

“You’re lucky im a gentleman,” Jon said as he forced himself to pull back, letting her turn to unlock her door, “Another time?”

“I’m free tomorrow?” she offered.

Jon laughed but nodded, “Tomorrows great. Text me,”

“As soon as im through this door.” She said, “Goodnight Jon,”

“Goodnight,” he said as he stepped away and let her return to her dorm.

Jon was barely out the dorm's front door when he checked to see if she had indeed texted him. She had. A text from an unknown number saying, ‘Guess who?’. Jon laughed to himself as he texts her back before looking at the bombardment of texts his friends had sent him. But they could wait. He wasn’t gonna let Sam find out he was right ruining his night. Turns out blind dates aren’t always a bad idea.

[gaysindistress]

Van Helsing Retold - three

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 2.5k

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The smell that hasn’t left my mind for the last three, no four, I don’t know how many days but that’s besides the point. That smell has wrapped its imaginary arms around me and is holding me tight against its strong chest as I wake up. Sam’s voice is floating around me but the heartbeat in the chest I'm leaning against is louder, pounding in time with my own. Another voice, one that’s vaguely familiar and pulls at a thread somewhere inside of me, says something to Sam.

I feel something shift and I squint my eyes in an attempt to see my surroundings. We’re in a car now and Sam is driving. There must be someone else with us if he’s driving and I’m being cradled like a child.

Wait.

Fuck.

The vampire from the warehouse.

The vampire from the warehouse that’s been haunting my every waking and sleeping moment.

He was the one who barged in on our meeting with Helumt. He was the reason I felt an anger so violent and hostile that it threatened to make me sick. He was the reason Sam and I got out of there safely while I was a limp noodle in Sam’s arms.

Scratch that; a limp noodle in his arms. He’s the one who carried me out and is holding me tight as if i'll turn into ash if he lets me go.

“Van Helsing?” Sam’s voice calls to me and I blink at him through the rearview mirror, “Oh good you’re awake!”

“Thank you for the insightful observation, Wilson,”I shoot back and I feel a small rumble of laughter against my back. I want to look and confirm what I know to be true but I don’t want to admit it. I don’t want to admit that this vampire has saved my ass at least twice now. I don’t want to admit that I’m comfortable and I feel safe nestled in his arms. I don’t want to admit that I haven’t stopped thinking about him or that I’ve seen him in my dreams. I don’t want to admit that there’s a part of me that awoke that day and it aches when he’s not around.

“Wanna explain what happened?” Sam asks, throwing an accusing look at me

“Well if I had to guess, I’d say I fainted because I’m fresh out of the infirmary and I have a mild head wound that’s still healing. Oh and don’t forget the venom that’s eating away at my hand. I’d say I’m not exactly in fighting shape and my brain knocked me out so I wouldn’t hurt myself anymore.”

The vampire recoils a bit at the mention of my head wound and loosens his grip. Whatever anger of his that is left in me causes me to push off of him and face him.

“And you need to explain why you were at the club and the warehouse.”

His pale eyes widen at the anger directed at him but nonetheless he explains, “I was sent to find Peggy after she didn’t show up for an appointment and Sam asked me to come to the meeting with Helmut.”

It’s my turn to be wide eyed as I snap my eyes to Sam in the rearview mirror, “Sam did what now?”

“I said I had a lead,” he mumbles, not meeting my gaze.

“You didn’t tell me your lead was the fucking right hand to the leader of the Captain’s Guard!”

“If you know how I am then why did you ask me why I was at the warehouse?” The vampire asks, annoyed like I’m the problem.

“You,” I point my venomous finger at him, “don’t get to talk until I say so. As for Sam, you need to explain right the fuck now how and why you’re in bed with the Captain’s Guard.”

“I’m not in bed with them, Jesus,” he scoffs, “he called ME as a matter of fact and i knew that if we were going to make it out of that nightclub alive, we would need backup.”

I narrow my eyes at the vampire and he raises his eyebrows at me as if to remind me that he’s not allowed to speak until I say. I roll my eyes and tell him to start talking.

“As much as I hate all of you hunters, I hate your Guild Master even more. Killing Peggy was a shit call on his part and he’s going to let you and anyone else who tries to help you, take the fall. I told Sam that I would help him find the anti venom for your hand if he helped me frame Walker for Peggy’s death.”

I stay quiet for a moment as I try to process what he’s said, “that doesn’t explain why you’re doing this. I’m a Van Helsing, you should hate me more than any other hunter.”

He studies me, his eyes looking me up and down before he speaks, “I made a promise to your mother and she scares me more than you do.”

“My mother?”

Sam clears his throat and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.

Confusions hits me.

“She died when I was a baby. Peggy killed her.”

“That might be what she told everyone but it’s not true. I took your mother to a safe house to heal and she made me promise that I would never hurt you or let any hurt befall you.”

“You’re lying.”

“Trust me, I fucking wish I was.”

“Sam?” I look at my fellow hunter, “Is he telling the truth?”

The Falcon as he liked to call himself, refused to meet my gaze once again. He’d been maybe 17-18 when I showed up at the Guild as a small and crying baby. In true Van Helsing fashion, I had been wrapped in a black blanket with one of my family’s stakes tucked next to me and placed in a wicker basket on the doorstep of the previous Guild Master’s house. Tony had only been in his early 20s, the youngest Master to take over but he, Sam, and Happy raised me like I was their own. Now that Tony was dead and Happy hadn’t been seen in years, Sam would be the only person who knew what happened to my parents. I’d thought the story he’d told me, the one that Peggy had thrown at me, was the truth but from the way his eyes stay trained on the road, I realize it was a lie.

“Sam,” I try as my voice trembles, “is he telling the truth?”

The vampire’s hand gently grips my chin and pulls my face so that I’m looking at him.

“He’s not to blame. She made us all promise to keep you safe even if that meant lying to you.”

I slap his hand away, “Don’t touch me. I don’t give a single fuck what my mother said or what she made you promise. I don’t even know you so how can I even trust anything you have to say? As for Sam, he’s just as bad as you are and the moment we get to the Guild….”

He grips my chin again and forces me to stare into his eyes as he persuades me, “You will not speak of this to anyone and until I say so, you will stay silent and not move.”

My mouth and body comply without my permission.

Without control over my body, I zone out. Disassociate is a better word for the way I can’t remember the drive, getting out of the car, or how I’ve come to be sat on an emerald green tufted couch. Sam and the vampire are conversing in low voices but it doesn’t matter. I can’t hear them. My brain has effectively shut out everything but the sounds of rain hitting the window behind me and the fire that crackles out to my right. My eyes are trained on an open book that sits on a coffee table in front of me. I can’t read the words from this distance but I can at least appreciate that the owner of this house likes to read.

I feel a hand gently grip my chin and I find myself looking into those pale eyes as he grants me freedom of my body. Sam is tense, ready to grab me if I attack but I don’t. I stay in my corner of the couch and pull my legs up, not caring if my boots ruin the upholstery. I drop my forehead to rest on my knees and I would’ve assumed that anyone else would’ve walked away but the vampire doesn’t. He, instead, sits on the coffee table and leans forward so his forearms rest on his thighs.

“I’m sorry I persuaded you,” he offers the olive branch of pleasantness in a small voice, “I couldn’t let you get yourself hurt.”

“Or worse,” is unspoken but I can feel it in the weight of his gaze that’s fixed on top of my head.

“I still can't understand why you care what happens to me,” I say barely above a whisper but I know he hears me.

“I already told you.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to nor do I expect you to,” there’s an odd heaviness in his words that I also feel in my throat. Rejection and frustration sit on my chest, constricting my breathing but it’s not mine.

“Good to know we’re on the same page.”

“Y/N,” Sam chides me from behind the vampire, “he’s not the enemy here. He can help get rid of Walker like you’ve been wanting.”

“I didn’t mean kill him!” I shout at him, “sure he’s annoying and pushy and the worst hunter I’ve ever seen but that doesn’t mean that he needs to die.”

Sam gives me a blank stare, “how many times has he sent you to do some crazy shit where you’ve almost gotten killed?”

I don’t answer. He’s not wrong; Walker has sent me on several suicide missions, Peggy being the most recent but most certainly not the last. Once again I can feel someone else’s emotions rise in me, squeezing the life out of my internal organs as they try to crawl out. Stealing a glance at the vampire, I see that his face is contorted with anger but he’s trying and failing to hide it.

I swear to all things holy if this is somehow his doing.

“It’s not for certain that Steve will kill him,” Sam adds.

The vampire before me shoots me a concerned look before looking over his shoulder at Sam, “I hope you’re joking.”

“I didn’t say he wouldn’t make him wish he was dead, just that he might not kill him.”

The vampire turns to me again, “it’s up to you, Y/N.”

I furrow my brows at him, confused about how he knows my name.

“That’s the least of your concerns,” he shoots back as if I’d said it out loud. I didn’t think I had but I shake it off.

“Give me the anti venom first and then I’ll decide.”

“That’s not how negotiations work.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck? Anti venom and then I’ll decide if I’m going to sell my soul to the devil.”

He rolls my eyes at the dramatics of my statement, “it’s not that easy.”

“It really is.”

“No it’s not,” he says sternly and I want to fire back more but he continues, “Helmut was right. Whatever anti venom we find won’t work on you. What you need is damn near impossible to get unless you’re willing.”

“And what do I need to be willing to do?”

Sam tenses and shoots nervous glances between us. I narrow my eyes at him and then look back to the vampire, repeating my question.

“Drinking the blood of the vampire that infected a moral can reverse the turning process only if they’re in the midst of it.”

“Peggy’s dead, how does that help me?”

The vampire doesn’t seem to even register that I asked a question, “Do you know what mates are?”

I blink at him, “excuse me?”

“Do you…”

“Yes I know what they are, why?” I snap and interrupt him.

Annoyance flashes in his blue eyes, “the mating bond doesn’t awaken until a mortal has completed the process. There have been a few cases where it can happen during. If that happens, the blood of the vampire mate can reverse it but it severs the bond completely and can kill the vampire. It’s like taking out our hearts and expecting our blood to keep pumping.”

“Well you don’t have a beating heart so…”

“You get the point,” he snaps back.

“What does this have to do with me?” I ask while looking between him and Sam. The latter is already looking at me with a mixture of sadness and… hope in his dark eyes. Whatever hope he’s placed in this vampire is sorely mistaken and he’d be better to place it in our Guild Master John Walker.

The vampire’s watching me, studying me for any indication of what I’m thinking or feeling. It makes me uneasy to have his full attention on me but I can’t show it. Instead I drop my feet back to the ground and cross my arms over my chest as I repeat my question, “I’m not a vampire nor am I in the turning process so what do mating bonds have to do with me?”

“You are in the process. Stopped, frozen, or slow, you’re still turning and since you killed the one who infected you, the mating bond is the only way to save you.”

I laugh.

I laugh so loud and so hard that both men flinch. I laugh so long that my chest hurts and my lungs burn. Tears prick my eyes and my entire body aches from how long I laugh. When my laughter finally stops and I’m clutching my sides, I look between the two men. Neither mirror my amusement and it’s only slightly concerning.

“What?”

Sam shakes his head, “this is serious, Y/N.”

“I’m well aware that this is serious but you can’t seriously believe that I would fall for any of the bullshit he’s spewing.”

The vampire flinches slightly, “I’m telling the truth. What reason do I have to lie?”

“Oh just about a million,” I scoff before standing up, “my head is starting to hurt again, is there somewhere I can lay down?”

The vampire doesn’t respond but Sam stands too and leads me out of the room. Hurt beings to deep into my chest and it twists around inside me, causing a deep ache to start throbbing.

“He’s trying to help you,” Sam says softly with an edge of disappointment.

“But why? Sam, he’s Bucky Barnes, the right hand of the Captain’s Guard. He has no reason other than his own selfish ones to help us and I can’t trust just that.”

“Then trust that your mom and I trust him.”

I stop dead in my tracks, “as far as I’m concerned she died that night and your word has come to mean nothing to me.”

[mollycabot]

Alex Cabot X Reader Leave her alone

A/N Y/N’s Ex is giving her trouble however Alex isn’t going to put up with her shit

Alex was working in her office when she heard shouting coming from the hallways of DA’s office as saw two of her fellow ADAs arguing Y/N who works with her and Violet defensive ADA.

“WHY THE FUCK YOU DUMB ME FOR THIS BITCH LIEK SHE NOTHING SPECIAL AND YOU JUST AN ASS YOU HEAR ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!” Violet shouted and rise her hand ready to hit Y/N but a court officer who was passing by stoped her.

Alex walked out of her office and stood in front of her girlfriend with a cross look. “Alexandra” violet said in disgust. “Hello ADA Violet” Alex said harshly. “Why we shouting at Y/N?”. Alex asked folding her arms. “Because that bitch dumb me for you” Violet said

“Nope try again” Alex said “Y/N end your relationship because you are mean and rude and controlling and Y/N didn’t want to put up with your shit forever and you never loved her like I do and you can’t show her love the way I do and listen here if you ever harass my girlfriend again I will have you kicked out of the DA’s office and get a restraining order against you and I will make your life a living hell!” Violet huffed and walked off.

“You ok my love” Alex said gently kissing Y/N on the forehead. “Yes thank you Lexi” Y/N replied quietly. And went back to her office.

After a while things calmed down Y/N was sat having lunch with Alex when the was a knocked at the door. “Come in” alex said “Violet what do you wanted” Alex growled as she stood in front of Y/N again.

“I’m here to say sorry” putting a Cake on the table “here’s my apology gift some of my homemade cake” Violet said with a smirk. Alex took a fork and had look and picked out some nuts from the cake

“Ok so your not sorry Y/N are trying to hurt her” Alex said annoyed as she held one of the nuts up “you know dam well that Y/N is deathly allergic to these and if she eats them or comes into contact it can be life threatening” Alex shouted at this irresponsible woman.

“Lexi?” Y/N said walking into the main bit of the office. “Shit is that a hazel nut cake” Y/N said in a panic.

“It’s fine my love just be careful around here as for you come with me” alex demanded as she left her office dragging Violet with her all the way down to the chambers of Judge Liz.

After meeting with her a restraining order was out into place and Violet was fired from her job and was asked to leave immediately.

Before Violet left Alex said “you did this to yourself deserves you right this is what you get if you harass my girlfriend I become your biggest threat” Alex growled and waked off.

“Hey Y/N Violet has been fired and the restraining order is in place now she won’t be bothering us again I promise love” Alex said hugging Y/N which Y/N gave back.

“Thank you for everything Lexi you mean so much to me I wish we meet sooner and I never would have to have meet her” Y/N said quietly.

“Well you have me now and I’m not leaving my love” Alex said gently “now why don’t you go and lock up your office and I’ll tidy mine then we go out for dinner?” Alex said.

“Sounds delightful and I would love that Lexi” Y/N said walking out of Alex’s office. Alex smiled and picked up the yucky hazelnut cake and put it in the bin outside her office and tidy up and locked up same with Y/N.

Holding hand in hand they both walked out happy and looking forward to their dinner.

“I will always love you Y/N Alex said kissing Y/N’s Hand.

[thoughtswordsandnonsense]

Helping hand

Writing to deal with post-Iron Flame depression. This is a loose Idea I had while not feeling good. (I don’t have EDS, but I do have chronic pain + vertigo so bear with me if this isn’t 100% accurate.)

Concept: Tairn snitches to Xaden that Violet is bedridden from pain + dizziness when they thought she had recovered from almost dying. Takes place after the ending of Fourth Wing. 

Violet Pov: 

Opening my eyes was a mistake. After days of trying to take it easy (mostly due to Brennan’s hovering) you’d think I’d be fine, but no. A slight slip down some stairs yesterday and the events of the past week are finally catching up with me and my traitorous body.  

“Silver one, do you need assistance?” Tairn's voice rattles my brain as my eyes try to focus on the room I’ve been sleeping in. Attempting to sit up, pain lances down my arms and back as the room spins like I’m practicing barrel rolls on Tairn. “I’ll be fine.” I mentally shoot back, trying to throw my feet over the edge of the bed, but swaying back, steadying my breath I try to focus on getting on my feet, though it feels like the smallest breeze will have me falling. 

“You need not lie to me, I feel what you feel.” He all but grumbles back, his grumpy attitude only further annoying me. Standing I grimace, the contents in my stomach rolling as I sway. Biting my lip I make my way to the wardrobe on the other side of the room and grip the door of it tightly, trying to steady myself. “You should stay put,” Tairn demands and I roll my eyes. “I have things to do today, why don’t you go eat some sheep or something.” Taking some steady breaths and opening the wooden door shouldn’t take all my energy. I wasn’t this laid up when Barlow tried to kill me, so why my body decided a simple fall and almost dying yet again is too much to handle, is beyond me. Though it’s never predictable when I do get laid up, there’s no real pattern as to what injury or sickness will leave me bedridden and which one won’t.  

A small creak has me turning to the door, the one person I’ve been avoiding standing there with his beautiful eyes all concerned. Wearing black flight leathers and a tight lip, he gives me the look that says he knows something’s up. 

“Tairn told Sgaeyl you needed me.” I glare. “He’s just in a mood and being overbearing, I’m fine.” He leans against the door, leather-clad arms crossed over his chest. “Oh, really Violence? Then stop white-knuckling the wardrobe and come over here.” His cocky tone only irritates me further. “I’m sure whoever is walking the halls doesn’t want to see me in only my nightgown. Now leave.” 

Xaden shakes his head and pushes off the door, coming further into the room as he shuts the door. Now cockily leaning against the wall. “Come over here and then if you can manage that I’ll let you go back to ignoring me.” He huffs and I glare. “Fuck you.” I spit at him, though my wavering tone doesn’t make me look any better. “Maybe another time when you don’t look white as a sheet and I’ve earned your trust back.” He sighs, his tone not leaving room for questions. “I’m fine,” I say as I let go of the door, taking small steps as the room angrily spins around me, head pounding as I try to concentrate.

“Let the wing leader help you.” Tairn all but growls in my head as I stumble, throwing my hands out to try and catch myself, but warm hands grab onto my arms, standing me upright. “Violence, let me help you. Please.” His voice sounds soft, lulling me into a sense of calmness even if I’m still angry with him. Pulling me against his chest his arms circle my waist as I lean into him, his leather jacket cold against my exposed skin, goosebumps rising though it's more than the cold causing them. “Let me help you Violence, do you need Brennan? Are you hurt?” His soft words are laced with a slight edge of panic. “It’s just the my joints come out of place, bruise easily thing. Sometimes it’s this. It’ll pass, Brennan can’t do anything for me, I just have to wait it out.” One of his hands wanders up and down my back, softly tracing my spine as his other lies circled around my waist. My legs ache as we stand there, eyes fluttering shut as I inhale his scent to distract me from the nausea the dizziness is causing. 

Before I can say anything Xaden moves, one arm is under my legs and the other is sweeping under my arms. Quickly, I wrap them around his neck even though it hurts to do so but I still manage to swat at the back of his head. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to do this, I can take care of myself.” I say as we move, softly he lays on the bed with me in his lap. Pulling back I do my best to stare him down, trying to get him to leave. He’s seen me weak enough as is, I don’t need him to see me like this. Tucking hair that’s fallen in front of my face gives a small smile, soft and tender as his now warm hand lays against my cheek. “Just because you’re used to taking care of it alone, doesn’t mean you have to do it alone, just let me take care of you.” He pleads, my head swims as I drop it back to his chest, adjusting myself to lie on top of him. Xaden’s hands move and then puts a blanket on top of us, tucking it closely. One arm going to rest on my waist as the other begins to wander through my hair. “How can I help?” He whispers softly as I let myself relax into him. My head still swimming but his gentle hold helping ground me in the ever-spinning room. “Just, stay for a bit please,” I mumble out and feel him squeeze my waist softly. “I’ll stay for as long as you need me Violet.” 

[doyawalker]

Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind #11

chapter 10.

contains smoking and a lot of drinking

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Tell Myself It’s Nothing But We Both Know It Is

You spiraled after that experience. 

Staring at the white ceiling of your room, you laid on your bed, legs and arms spread out, your mind wandering so far off into the distance that you didn’t even hear the door to your apartment open.

It had been three days. You stayed home for the whole weekend, your days becoming so painfully familiar again, your thoughts occupied by him. The way his lips had felt against yours, the roaring fire in your stomach whenever you thought back to that moment. Why did he do it? He never did it back then. Why now? Could it be…? But you always stopped your mind from going that way. You wouldn’t let yourself fall into that hole again. The hope that he actually felt something for you, that he was being genuine for once. 

Time passed you by and while you were glad that you didn’t have to see him over the weekend, something else in you was starting to long for him and his presence. The part that still demanded answers, the part that still wanted to understand what the fuck was going on. Because he had avoided your demand to finally tell you so skillfully with that move. Something that was so typical for him in a way. But not by kissing. 

The sun was setting behind your window and as the light casted its shadows through your room, the door opened, Taehyung leaning against the frame.

You didn’t look at him.

“What the fuck is going on with you, Y/N?”.

He sounded annoyed. “Have you even eaten today?”

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, as you didn’t respond immediately.

Slowly turning your head to look at him, you saw the way his brows furrowed. 

“I had cereal for breakfast.”

“It's almost seven now, you idiot. I’ll cook you something. But only if you finally get up.”

You hadn’t told anyone yet. Sori had been blowing up your phone because you had ignored her for most of the past days and Tae had been out working a lot. But also you didn’t know if you should tell them. Because you already knew what their reactions would be. How could you tell them that not every part of you was repelled by his actions? Even though you should be. 

“Come on.”, Tae urged again, walking up to the side of your bed, holding out his hand to help you get up. “You need to eat.”

You looked at his fingers in front of you, hesitating for a moment.

“Sori is coming too. She is worried about you.”

“Really?”

Your eyes wandered up to him, a warm feeling spreading in your chest. 

“Yes. Now, come.”

You finally took his hand and let him help you up, as you walked to the kitchen together.

You decided on making pizza, a comfort meal for the both of you and you were glad that he didn’t push you to talk. You prepared the food mostly in silence, Taehyung only dropping a few side notes here and there, and just as you opened the oven to slide the pizza inside, you heard the knocking on your front door.

“I’ll get it.”, Tae said, drying his hands on a kitchen towel before walking over to the entrance.

Sori stormed into the room, her eyes immediately finding yours, a bottle of wine in her hand that she almost dropped as she ran over to you.

Grabbing you by the shoulders to face her, her eyes slid over your body, inspecting you from head to toe.

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?”, you ask, a smile creeping on your face.

“The excuse you have for not answering my texts.”

She raised an eyebrow, a judging expression on her face as you laughed.

She was as overdramatic as always.

“Hey, it’s not funny.”, she said, pouting her full lips. “I was worried, you stupid bitch.”

You waved your hand in dismissal, taking a step forward to embrace her in a hug. 

“I’m okay. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t think that I’ll let you get away with that. I want to know everything. I know something is up.”

You chuckled again, but avoided eye contact with her. She knew you too well. Instead you took the wine from her hand and put it in the fridge to chill, before getting the plates out for the three of you.

As Tae helped you to get the table ready, Sori sat down, a strand of her dark hair in between her fingers, as she began to talk.

“I had the weirdest day, god. I was at this coffee shop this morning before going to my lecture and I saw this really cute guy in line before me and I swear he turned around to me multiple times and winked and when it was my turn to pay, he kinda tried to slid in front of me to pay for me, but I was just faster and then…”

Your mind started to drift away again as you simply enjoyed Sori’s familiar monologue filling the air, your hands putting down the cutlery on autopilot. The smell of the pizza was already lingering around and for the first time during those past three days you felt your body relax. The catastrophizing, spiraling thoughts in your head calmed down, the situation suddenly not seeming as bad anymore as it had before. And you noticed how much you had missed human interaction. Isolation wasn’t doing you any good. It became obvious now. And as you noticed your tense muscles loosen, your mind wandering back to the moment on Friday, the moment his hand had touched your skin, his lips brushing over yours, the need to tell Taehyung and Sori overcame you with such an urgency that you almost dropped the wine glass you had just grabbed out of the cabinet.

Putting it down on the table with such force that Sori interrupted her talking, both of your friends eyes snapping to you in surprise, the words were out before you could overthink them.

“Jungkook kissed me.”

His eyes wandered over the green of the garden before him, his hand going back to his mouth to take another drag from the cigarette in between his fingers.

Blowing out the smoke into the cold air, a sigh escaped him. Tapping the cig, he watched the ashes fall down into the golden ashtray on the table beside him. 

“What’s up, buddy? This is the third time you sighed in the past ten minutes.”

Hoseok’s voice made him snap out of his thoughts, his eyes darting up to look at his friend sitting next to him, a joint in his hand that he was sharing with Jimin. 

They were at Hoseok’s and Jin’s house again, like so many times before. Guess it came in handy when your friend’s parent were so fucking rich that they just let him have his own mansion. He was spending most of his time here these days, partly because he enjoyed the little parties they had here and partly because he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts at home. He needed the distraction. Otherwise he would go crazy, it felt like. 

“Nothing.”, he said simply, taking another drag of his cig.

“How’s it going with the girl? You won the bet yet?”

The fucking bet. His jaw clenched amidst hearing Hoseok’s words, but he held his composure. He didn’t feel like talking about it.

“I heard she’s Tae’s roommate. He never told me, that sneaky bastard.”

Hoseok took a drag of his joint, the familiar smell clouding Jungkook’s mind as he blew the smoke out into the air. 

“She’s kinda hot, not gonna lie. I think if you’re not fast enough, Tae will try to make a move.”, Jimin added into the conversation, taking the joint from Hoseok’s hand.

Jungkook’s eyes snapped over to him, something piercing through his chest. Tae? And you? 

“Yeah, dude, did you see the way Tae was looking at her at that party here? He’s into her, definitely.”, Hoseok agreed, a grin flashing on his face.

“Gotta step your game up, Kook. You don’t wanna lose the bet, do you?”

“I don’t give a fuck about this stupid bet.”

His words came out harsher than intended, his voice compressed, as his lips were pressed into a thin line. As he brought his cig back to his lips, he ignored the way his hands were trembling slightly.

Hoseok squinted his eyes at him, inspecting him carefully. It was annoying. He was always analyzing them, thinking he knew it all. Maybe he did, but it was still annoying.

“Oh, my god.”, Hoseok exclaimed, his eyes widening, as he pointed his finger toward Jungkook. “You like her.”

He rolled his eyes at him, pushing the remains of his cigarette into the ashtray. 

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You’re being way too obvious, my guy.”

Getting up from his seat, Hoseok walked over to him, bowing down to face him directly. 

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t like her.”

Jungkook stared at him in disbelief, his brows furrowed together. 

“Come on, say it.”

His jaw clenched again, his pride not letting him look away from Hoseok, but his mouth didn’t move. He couldn’t.

And as he realized that he literally couldn’t say it, he basically jumped up from his seat, making his way back into the house.

“I knew it.”, Hoseok yelled behind him. “Kookie’s in his feeelingsss.”

He showed him his middle finger, pulling the door that led outside shut behind him, the emotions erupting in his chest making him feel dizzy. What was going on?

“Excuse me, what?!”

Sori leaned over to you in her chair, her eyes widening in disbelief, as her jaw dropped to the floor. “He did what now?? When? Why? How??”

You pressed your lips together, your gaze wandering over to Tae who was simply looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

Silence fell over the room for a second before you sighed, letting yourself sink down into one of the chairs standing around the table. 

“You better tell me everything. Is this the reason why you have been rotting away these past few days?”, Sori asked, moving her seat closer to yours. “I knew something was wrong with you.”

You glanced at her apologetically, only nodding in response. 

Taehyung was looking away by now, his eyes focused on something on the other side of the room, his arms crossed in front of his chest. You saw the way his jaw tensed up.

“It happened on Friday.”, you finally said, avoiding Sori’s burning eye contact. “We were working on our project, when we went outside to smoke. And then I kind of went off about my feelings because he was so annoying that day and then he just kissed me.”

Your voice trailed off towards the end, your eyes snapping down to your hands in your lap, nervously fumbling with the zipper of your jacket. 

“And did you kiss him back?”, Sori asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tae looked back at you and as you caught his gaze something flamed up in his eyes.

“Well…”, you said. "A bit, I guess. But then his phone went off and then I kinda just ran away.”

Groaning, Sori hid her face in the palm of her hands, mumbling some curses under her breath. 

“Why is he so annoying, wow"...", she noted. “He’s so fucking ruthless. Playing with your feelings like that, dude. He deserves some serious beating.”

You huffed at her comment, taking a look at the pizza in the oven to avoid both of their eyes on you.

“Seriously, dude, he’s fucked up. And, Y/N…”, Sori took your hand in her palm, a worried expression painting her face. “I remember exactly how fucking hurt you were because of him. I vividly remember how sad and broken you were. And I don’t want to see my best friend like that ever again. So whatever you do, please be careful around him, okay?”

You blinked at her, her words reaching deep into your soul, as once again the memories from two years ago flashed before your inner eye. 

“Okay.”

He took another sip from the vodka soda in his plastic cup, his mind already clouded with the alcohol in his system. He was back outside but alone this time. The guys were inside playing some card game he didn’t care about, he was just content with the way his beverage was slowly silencing the thoughts about you in his head. It was driving him insane. He would give a lot to talk to you right now, but at the same time it felt like he never wanted to see you again. You made him feel some type of way he wasn’t used to anymore and it scared him. Feelings scared him. You scared him. And so he tried to kill it all off.

Taking another cigarette from his pack, he lit it up, watching the smoke linger in the air in front of him. 

The world was starting to spin around him, his eyesight slowly starting to blur and that was exactly the feeling he was chasing. 

He faintly heard the door behind him open, followed by footsteps approaching him. Namjoon’s tall figure came into his peripheral vision, but he didn’t turn to look at him.

“This is the third night in a row that you’re drinking.”, Namjoon noticed simply, taking a cigarette from Jungkook’s pack and lighting it up. “What’s wrong, kid?”

He cringed internally at the nickname, but he wasn’t mad. He was a lot younger after all. 

“Nothing.”

“Cut the crap. It doesn’t take two brain cells to see that something’s wrong with you.”

Jungkook sighed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re either gonna talk about it or stop drinking. I’m not gonna let yourself drown yourself in self-pity just because you can’t get your shit together.”

His words stung somewhere in his chest but the alcohol numbed it immediately. Namjoon was always so upfront. He guessed that was what happened when one turned old and wise. Although he doubted that he would ever be like that.

He took another sip from his drink, silently choosing the first option Namjoon had given him.

“There is this girl I met again. I’ve known her a few years back and let’s just say…we share some history.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, but stayed silent. He knew that he just had to let him talk. 

“I fucked up back then. Badly. And now I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you want her back?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t. There is just something I feel around her. It kinda just developed as I saw her more and more…It’s scary.”

Jungkook’s voice trailed off as he blew his cig’s smoke into the night once more, his gaze stoic.

“A lot has happened with Lou. I can imagine that you’re scared of any feelings at the moment.” 

Jungkook shook his head at Namjoon’s words.

“Lou was a different story, you know that. But she’s part of this as well. It’s complicated.”

They both stood there for a second, smoking and letting the words hang in the air, before Namjoon sat down on one of the chairs at the table. 

“I got time. You can tell me.”

Jungkook scoffed, downing the rest of his drink in one go. It was his fourth cup already. And he already knew that he was going to mix himself a fifth. 

“After the next drink maybe.”

You sat and ate in silence, everyone so deep in their own thoughts, that no one even noticed the silence filling the room. The pizza tasted amazing, but you couldn’t focus on that. You poured yourself another glass of wine, handing the bottle to Sori who also refilled her glass. 

“Should we do a movie night?”, Taehyung suddenly proposed, not looking up from his plate.

He hadn’t talked at all since you had confessed what had happened, so his voice echoing through the kitchen made both you and Sori look up at him.

“I wanna watch this Disney movie for some time now.”, he added, taking another slice of pizza. 

“Sure. I don’t have classes tomorrow.”, Sori chirped, taking a big sip of the beverage. 

Tomorrow was Tuesday. The day you had classes with Jungkook. Maybe you just shouldn’t go. Stay up late and watch the movie and then go study on your own in the library tomorrow. Wasn’t that a good plan? 

You nodded in approval, also taking another slice. 

“I’m in.”

And so the three of you finished your dinner and after washing up you curled together onto the small couch in your living room, all together under one blanket, Taehyung lying next to you. He chose the movie and as the night went on, his body somehow got closer and closer to you. You didn’t mind. Your mind was hazed from the wine and when his fingers slightly brushed over your leg you almost didn’t notice it. Sori kept on making jokes about the movie, while you grew more and more tired, your head slowly falling to the side as you gently drifted into sleep. And as you awoke the next day in your bed, you knew that Taehyung had carried you back into your room after the movie had finished. 

As you planned, you didn’t go to uni that day. And you also didn’t go the next day. Maybe it was avoidant, but you justified it in your mind that you just needed time to understand and process the situation. You simply needed time, right?

Taehyung forced you to go to uni on Thursday and even as you protested, he didn’t let you stay at home. And so your heart was beating loudly in your chest as you stepped into the classroom for the first time in a week again, your eyes automatically searching the room for him. Nervousness was filling your stomach but as class started and he didn’t show up, a mix of relief and disappointment replaced the nervous feeling. Maybe it was good that you didn’t see him. But you couldn’t avoid him forever, could you? 

You didn’t have classes with him on Friday and so another weekend passed by but this one was different from the last. While you still stayed awake at night, your mind recalling the memories of the kiss over and over again, the feeling of it slowly started to fade. The feeling of him around you started to fade. You somehow tried to cling onto it, but he was simply leaving your thoughts. You spent the days with Taehyung and Sori, the anxiety slowly easing out. And when Tuesday came back around you weren’t as nervous as on Thursday.

But he still didn’t show up. 

He didn’t show up on Wednesday either. And on Thursday as well, the chair next to you stayed empty.

And that was when you slowly started to worry. Because he couldn’t just simply disappear. Was he being as avoidant as you? Was he regretting what he did that much for him to simply not come to school anymore? 

Self-doubt crept up into your mind like an ugly shadow and when you came home from uni on Friday, you opened yourself another bottle of wine.

You were home alone, Taehyung was working late and then meeting with some friends that you didn’t know. So there was no one witnessing the self-pity you were displaying, as you poured yourself a big glass and sat down on the couch to watch some Netflix. You needed to get your mind off things.

Tapping through the menu, you chose one of your comfort shows, slowly sipping on the wine and cuddling yourself into the gray blanket that Taehyung had bought for the two of you. And as you sat there, slowly emerging yourself into the different reality of the series, mind drifting away, sleep overcame you once more. 

And it wasn’t until about an hour later that you woke up again. 

Because someone was banging on your door in a matter that made you jump in your seat, knocking over the still half-full glass of wine that was standing next to you on the side table. Confusion settled in your mind, as you stared at the door, questioning yourself if you had simply imagined the noise.

But then there it was again.

A loud, almost aggressive banging.

Cursing under your breath, you got up from the couch, slowly walking toward the entrance. 

Another bang made you flinch, your heart rapidly accelerating in your chest. Did Taehyung forget his keys? Was Sori drunk and came over here because she forgot where she was living again?

Another bang, followed by a different noise.

A voice.

A very familiar voice.

And that was when you opened the door abruptly, your eyes landing on the culprit on the other side.

And it was in fact Jungkook’s dark eyes that looked back at you.

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[kwispyhamburger]

In the middle of the day, the four mewtwo’s were outside picking berries near to their cave.

While Glace was picking berries and putting them in the leaf bag.

Floral came to Glace and said:

🌸Glace, me and sliver are going to pick berries from over there.

Floral pointed her finger to the left.

Glace looked where Floral was pointing.

❄️Alright, but don’t go too far, I want to see you in my sight.

🌸We will, thanks!

Then floral happily went the direction with silver.

Glace signed and continued to pick berries.

Then Zero approached Glace from behind, He wanted to ask Glace something about last night.

🔮Hey, Glace.

❄️Yeah?

Glace responded, still continuing picking the berries.

🔮I must ask you something.

❄️What is it?

Zero hesitated.

🔮Did you..have a dream last night?

Glace stopped picking the berries, it took her a second and think to respond.

❄️…Maybe.

🔮If so, it was about mother and I was with her..you were there too.

Then Glace dropped the berry that she was holding. She turned around to face Zero with a surprised face.

❄️Did you have the same dream that I had?

🔮So you did, it’s odd that we had the same dream at the same time.

Zero leaned against the tree that was right beside him crossing his arms, trying to process how did it happened.

❄️ I agree. I wonder why that is..

Approximately a minute had passed by while they attempted to understand why they shared the dream about their mother. Suddenly, Floral shouted something, drawing their attention to the left.

🌸SLIVER!

🌸Come on! You weren’t supposed to eat the berries yet! We’re saving them for later!

Floral yelled with an annoyed tone telling sliver not to eat the berries, but sliver ate some anyways.

🪨We’ve have lots anyways, no need to get mad so easily.

Sliver continues to eat the berries totally ignoring Florals demand.

Floral grunted

Back to Glace and Zero. Glace spoke:

❄️You know.. sometimes I wonder if Floral and Sliver had dreams about Mother, I know they have never met her in person and wondered if we even had a parent.

🔮They never mentioned to ask, it would be hard for us to explain that we did have a Mother and why she isn’t here with us now..

❄️ You’re making a great point. I can’t even talk about Mother and what we had went through back in the lab without tearing up.

Glace looked down with a fearful face, her tears were building up and about to fall down on her cheeks.

❄️What if Pokémon hunters found us again? And puts us back in that lab along with Floral and Silver?

They’ll will put us in dangerous situations for their experiments..

🔮Glace…

❄️What if our future doesn’t come bright? The Pokémon hunters will ruin our lives and-

Glace’s voice became shaky and cannot continue her sentence, now her tears are falling down on her cheek.

Zero put his hand on to Glace’s shoulder, stopping her from saying about their past experiences and their future.

🔮Hey, let's focus on Floral and Silver instead of discussing this right now in front of them. It takes time to heal before we can talk about this. But for now, our job is to give them a better childhood than we had.

They may never understand what we went through, but we'll work towards building a brighter future, for Mother. She probably wants us to have a better life and I’m sure she’ll be proud of us.

After Zero comforted Glace, she took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. She looked towards Floral and Silver.

Glace asked:

❄️Did you think it was a visit from Mother?

Her question prompted Zero to think deeply.

🔮hm..I think it was a visit from her.

Both of them smiled as they thought of their mother visiting them in their dreams

❄️Maybe it was a sign that she was with us, all the time.

🔮…I think so too.

Zero warmly smiled.

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❤️Happy Mother’s Day!❤️

Celebrate to all the amazing moms out there! ^^ I couldn’t wait to post this, I am proud it.

I thought this song would fit this drawing ^^

[shamelessliarkickapow]

Arrvatarr! The Last Arrbender! Chapter 3, part 1/3

Zutara pirates AU rated M... fer Might need to upgrade to E!

If you haven't read the first two chapters, read here on AO3!

(Remember now, chapter 2 ended with Iroh saying that thing down in the brig...)

The pirates lounging with bowls of hot grub stopped laughing when all the lanterns around the galley flared in a brief, bright whoosh. In their sudden silence, they could hear a distant shouting voice.

“And I thought Katara had an anger problem,” Sokka said with sort-of-joking awe. “At least she doesn’t light the place up when she goes ballistic.”

“I don’t go ballistic.” Katara thunked down her bowl on the long table so she could forcefully fold her arms and glare even more forcefully at her brother. “I just get tired of being the only one who does any real work around here!”

“And then you go ballistic,” Toph smirked at her bowl. Katara opened her mouth to snap something about how especially unhelpful some people really were, but a few words of that distant shout came through clearly.

“-fucking pirate!”

“Ten yuans he’s talking about Katara,” Suki said.

Toph banged the table with a fist, annoyed she’d been beaten to the bet.

“I mean, obviously,” Sokka huffed.

“Why would it be me?” Katara demanded, pressing one hand to her chest. “I heard pirates, anyway. You all need your ears checked.”

“I don’t know, Katara,” Aang said with a teasing smile. “He seems to find you a lot more interesting than any of the rest of us.”

“Probably because none of the rest of us were flirting with him,” Suki said, sipping from her wine and casting a sly side-eye at Katara - who was huffing and scoffing too much to manage a riposte.

“What was I doing?” Toph demanded. “Don’t get me wrong - Shouty Pants is all yours, Sugar Queen-”

“Hey!”

“-but I thought I was really laying on the charm this time.”

There was a brief silence as everyone around the table squinted at Toph and then each other.

“To what instance of charm are you referring?” Sokka asked with one extremely arched eyebrow.

“You know, the bullying and insults.”

Another pause, which Aang waded into. “I don’t know much about flirting, so I may be way off base here, but that doesn’t really sound right to me…”

“Hah, okay Twinkle-toes. What do you think flirting is?”

“I don’t know, being nice? Making the other person a little gift or something?”

“Just pay attention to what Katara does,” Sokka shrugged. “Since evidently she’s flirting with firebenders now.”

“Where do you think I learned the bullying-?”

“I am not!”

“Sokka, don’t be obtuse. She’s just flirting with fire princes.”

“Suki, I swear to La-”

“You all should have heard his crew trying to-”

“Shut up, mud slug, or you’re gonna be eating floor sweepings for the next month.”

“Heh heh, how would I know the difference?”

“Ugh! You’re all driving me crazy!” Katara stood in a rush and snatched her bowl of perfectly palatable food off the table. “I’m going topside to finish my dinner in peace. Sokka and Toph, you’re on dishes. Yes, you have to wash them, you can’t just earthbend them clean. Suki, feed the prisoners. Aang-”

She turned her fierce eye on him. He was watching her with those huge grey eyes, brow creased in trepidation. Katara gentled, just for him.

“Come up top when you’re done for your waterbending lesson.”

Then, she raked a seething glare across the rest of them and stomped off.

.

.

“Prince Zuko… I fear for your virtue.”

Zuko’s shoulders dropped and he gaped for a solid half-minute. His face became painfully hot. When he again regained the power of speech, he could only do so at great volume.

“What?”

The lanterns on the walls flared violently.

Iroh went on, by all appearances serious. “Pirates are notorious for such contemptible crimes, my nephew-”

“You did not-!”

“-particularly against the pure and righteous-”

“-trap us in this nightmare situation-!”

“-and perhaps it was your shall-we-say unsullied glow-”

“-because you were trying to maneuver me-!”

“-that drew the attention of such a blackguard as-”

“-into bed with a fucking pirate!”

Iroh dropped his voice again, scowling his performed disapproval. “-that devilish waterbender, Katara.”

Zuko began pacing even harder, hands fisted in his hair. This was the end. He was going to die imprisoned on this ship because his uncle had slipped unnoticed into dementia and Zuko, sentimental fool that he was, had followed him blindly into some kind of delusion.

“Honestly, Prince Zuko - I have seen cat-foxes watch sparrowkeets with less hunger and anticipation than I saw on that girl’s face this evening. On more than one occasion.”

Zuko paused and scanned the old man, dubious but unable to stop himself hoping. Because for a moment, Iroh sounded and appeared deeply genuine. Entirely sane. Then his eyes rounded and brightened again.

“And now that you are under her power, she could at any moment attempt to have her wicked way with you!”

“Uncle! Stop this charade immediately!” Zuko folded his arms and leaned back against the wall of the hull, glaring bleakly at the corridor beyond the bars. “We’ve lost the ship. The crew will be lucky to make it to landfall before running out of fuel and then they’ll be stuck in the Earth Kingdom. Why? Why would you do this?”

“The men will be fine - they can firebend into the furnace and limp the last of the trip if they must. We were going to lose the ship and the crew no matter what,” Iroh shrugged. “A metalbender? Unheard of! And a master waterbender at night? The odds were very much against us.”

“We didn’t have to swear any oaths. We could have just surrendered. Or better yet-” His voice rose as he shot the old man a vicious glare. “-we could have skipped being prisoners altogether and told them from the start that the Fire Lord won’t pay to get me back.”

“But then, my nephew, you would not be aboard their ship, and there would be no chance of you falling prey to that-”

“No more jokes! This is serious!”

“More so, I think, than you realize.” Iroh peered at him with a concerned line in his brow that had Zuko’s stomach clenching with a different kind of anxiety. “Life has not afforded you a great many enjoyable opportunities lately… and I just want to see you live a little before I pass on…”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Zuko sighed. “You’re in excellent health, Uncle.”

Iroh was quiet for a brief moment. “It’s a joke but also true, you know?” he said in his gentle way. “For so long, you have been withdrawn. You search, and you wait, and you deny yourself anything that might make life a little pleasant-”

“I grew my hair out.”

“Prince Zuko, that was four years ago.”

“It takes time!”

Iroh only peered at him with a sort of dry incredulity. Zuko huffed and glared at the far wall.

“I cannot believe that you trapped us with a crew of idiot pirates just because I refused to demean myself at any of your whorehouses.”

“Truthfully, I had initially intended to be the only hostage,” Iroh said with a shrug. “I figured, if you were free, you would be able to figure out a rescue. So long as I did not exert any effort into escaping and the escape was a success rather than an attempt, I would still be honoring my word… you know, sort of. Honorable enough for pirates!”

That was… a little comforting. At least this mess had started from a rational line of thinking.

“But then I saw that young lady’s face when you breathed fire.” A wistful little smile took Iroh’s mouth and he tugged his beard again. “She was impressed, my nephew. And interested. And I do not think that is a young woman who meets many men impressive enough or interesting enough to suit her.”

Despite knowing better, Zuko felt a thrill shoot through him. Because desire had certainly made its appearance on his end during their fight, and the thought that that fierce, confident, lovely girl might have felt the same attraction was tempting indeed.

He realized what he was thinking and shoved the notion away. “And so you decided I should be a hostage, too. On the incredibly slim chance that a girl who despises the Fire Nation might want to take a tumble with a prince of the Fire Nation.”

A disfigured, banished prince, no less.

“Do not discount the possibility! Perhaps she does despise the Fire Nation, but what better way to avenge herself against the specters of her past than to take out her frustrations on you, standing as a symbol for the royal lineage that has waged this war on her people?”

Zuko thought of a Water Tribe village reduced to stealing coal to survive the winter and rubbed his chest through his robe. It was still sore from her whip. There would definitely be a mark.

“She seems more inclined to take out her frustrations on me with her element rather than anything… intimate. Besides, the point is that we’re trapped now until they release us. Whatever that’s going to take.”

“Perhaps you should practice sounding happier about the prospect. Like this, whatever it’s going to take…”

Zuko fixed the old man with a disgusted, mortified look. Iroh shrugged.

“I’m just saying, if you’re going to win our freedom with your prowess, you might need to at least seem enthusiastic about the opportunity-”

“You’re delusional. It’s not going to happen.”

“Perhaps now would be an ideal time to discuss some techniques that could be instrumental to-”

“No, now is not the time!”

“You are right, of course. No doubt she will enjoy instructing you in serving her pleasure-”

“Auh!”

“-and your naivety will only add to your nubile enticements.”

“Nubile? Uncle, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Perhaps it is destiny,” Iroh said, cheerfully dodging the question. “Your years of celibacy and monkish devotion to your quest have prepared you to be the perfect blushing target for that dastardly waterbender-” He scowled again, though it was belied by the sparkle in his eyes. “-whose depravity, I have no doubt, Prince Zuko, could sink to formidable depths.”

The tone with which he said it didn’t make it a warning so much as an enticing probability.

Zuko stared at his uncle for a long moment, too embarrassed and horrified by this conversation - and fascinated by the prospect - to formulate a response. Instead, he sank down against the wall to sit on the floor, his elbows on his knees and his palms covering his eyes.

The way he saw it, there were two possible ways this situation could play out. First, the pirates would find out they weren’t going to get paid and decide to release them. Not likely, but possible. The second and by far more likely possibility was they would find out and decide to hold Zuko and Iroh in traction until some other compensation could be settled on.

…And third - so unlikely it hardly rated on the list - the waterbender, Katara, would decide to take her price out of Zuko one way or another.

He abruptly remembered her smirking face as she stroked his jaw and pinched his chin.

Determined little thing…

Fire spewed through him at once. Her petty insults called for petty retribution - and Zuko imagined snatching up those pouting, mocking lips in a punishing kiss. He imagined how her curves might feel when he gripped them, stroked them, held them to him. He wondered if she would meet him as fiercely on that battlefield, if she would try as hard to subdue him as he meant to try her.

From her looks, that particular hunger and revulsion that mingled about her eyes and nose and bared teeth, Zuko hesitated to hazard a guess. He’d thought she might have been… almost… flirting with him… but it seemed more likely that was just how she talked to her captives.

Uncle was evidently convinced otherwise. But then, Uncle had a whole face. He could afford to be optimistic. Zuko had learned that, when it came to how women saw him, he was better off managing his expectations.

He hadn’t really found a lot of opportunities to so much as talk to girls during his banishment, and even when a chance presented itself, it was spoiled from the start. In the colonies, he was known for his disgraceful banishment. In the rest of the world, he was an invader - a crazy one, come to ask strange questions in his hunt for a legend. Every eye that fell on him saw his scar before anything else about him. There wasn’t a lot he could do to turn those kinds of first impressions into a rendezvous.

But he wasn’t a fucking monk. Zuko noticed girls almost constantly. Laboring on docks and in fishing boats. Swimming at distant beaches. Tending children and chores. And along rivers near villages in the Earth Kingdom, there were always women. They would stand on the banks and watch his ship or boat approach before vanishing into the woods or among the houses. Some, too bold to be so easily flushed out, would carry on with their work in the shallows, doing their menial tasks as his vessel passed by.

Those were his favorites. The women and girls who kept working as if he was not there, as if a Fire Nation ship was to be shooed off with a wave because her labors were more important.

By rights, their mundane lives should not have held any interest for a prince at all…

…and yet Zuko had a sense of them being in motion, striding toward the future before them while he remained static, ever reaching for impossible glory and grasping only smoke. It filled him with a hunger that had grown steadily more powerful over his years in exile. Hunger for life. For some mundane pursuit. For the chance to begin building something for himself.

But that was a separate desire entirely from the very un-monkish craving he felt for those village girls. It was worst when he came upon them roughing up their laundry. There was something about the physicality of it. The pink in their cheeks and the sweat clinging in their hair and shadowing their frocks. The brisk shimmy of hidden flesh as they scrubbed.

He only ever watched them from the corner of his eye and never through the spyglass. That had happened once accidentally years ago, and he’d been briefly entranced - and then felt incredibly bad when the girl spotted him and dashed off into the woods, laundry abandoned on the rocky shore.

Which was… just all kinds of messed up.

Realistically, there was no approaching those village girls. Zuko could only ever frighten them. They were like soaring birds - only to be appreciated from afar, and not too obviously lest they startle and flee.

But now, here was this waterbender. He looked at her - and she looked right back. A pirate out to take what she wanted, driven to fight for whatever future she desired. And yet she also possessed that soft strength he had been admiring from afar, a sweetness and gentleness as she looked after that weird kid. If she was doing laundry on a river bank, she would glare right at him and keep scrubbing until he fucked off. She might even come out onto the river to hurry him on his way. She was a whole different level.

Zuko wanted her in so many ways, it was hard to sort through. The prospect that she might pursue him was definitely too good to be true.

“Prince Zuko,” Iroh said gently, “it is perfectly normal for a young man to find his first dalliance intimidating. Why, when I was-”

“I am not,” Zuko growled as he emerged from the cover of his hands and glared at his uncle, “intimidated.”

It was the truth. He was skeptical and eager in equally excessive intensities. He was almost dizzy in the turmoil between pleasurable visions and crushing doubts. But he wasn’t intimidated.

Iroh peered back at him, all seriousness once again. “What do you intend to do?”

“Whatever I have to do to get us out of this.”

The old man’s expression brightened, but Zuko hurriedly pressed on.

“That’s probably going to mean offering some other compensation they want. Which… I don’t know what that is yet, but I’ll figure something out.”

Iroh raised a finger and opened his mouth to make some doubtless annoying suggestion, so Zuko kept going.

“In the extremely unlikely event that it plays out the way you think it will, that’s not gonna be a problem either. I’m ready. I just don’t see it going that way and I’m not stupid enough to try anything before I’m sure.”

“Good idea. Better to let her initiate. I am certain your shock and maidenly outrage will only heighten her appetite for you.”

“Maidenly outrage?” Zuko sneered. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”

Iroh smiled brilliantly. “Romance novels, my nephew. A man must be open-minded when in search of carnal delights-”

“Never mind. I’m sorry I asked.”

[dreamofmetoday]

KARINA AND WINTER DYNAMIC READING

this reading was a paid request, a big thank you to the buyer!

overall:

so they’re just very out of sync, they can get along somewhat often but it’s as if every time they’re getting along they know they’re only 2.5 seconds away from them pissing each other off. they don’t really seek to be best friends but they do want to get along. i get the vibe of wanting a work bestie almost - it’s sort of like, they know a lot of members in other groups are not actual friends but when they travel together they’re able to explore the new city or country together and still have fun so they wish to achieve that sort of dynamic. they really both don’t want to waste the unique experiences that come with their job especially, knowing that these travels and events should be cherished, so it really is motivation for them to get along. in this sense they’re both definitely putting in a somewhat significant amount of effort, this effort is also coloured by what they’ve learnt about each other over the years and is genuine compromise (and comes with pushing down their feelings and inhibits some natural behaviour). so, for example, what ends up happening is essentially winter doing things like, “okay since i’m not a picky eater, i don’t mind eating what karina wants to eat so i will just go where she wants to” and karina doing things like, “instead of getting annoyed that i almost stepped on winter’s dirty laundry again, i know she is genuinely forgetful so i will just pick it up myself (or joke about it instead of addressing it angrily)”. there’s also a sense of trying to not get annoyed by what the other person says, both of them finding each other unnecessarily hurtful or irritating. however, where the problem lies is that it’s much more difficult in practice or when it’s actually happening, which is why in the beginning i said it’s as if they’re only 2.5 seconds away from pissing each other off. basically, they both tell themselves they won’t get annoyed but then when one of them actually says something annoying it’s like, “well how am i supposed to not be upset now?” and the mood shifts from being light to awkward or tense. overall, they really try to be responsible and practical with this connection but the fact that it feels like a responsibility becomes overwhelming.

how does karina see winter:

she sees winter as someone who doesn’t care what people think, for better or worse (she likes that winter is going to be who she is but finds that she’s really immature at times). she thinks winter is almost rebellious but thinks she is clever (think: giving a real answer in an interview and not a PR one but being really smart and even funny about it), karina likes this at times but it still makes her nervous. she views winter as someone who is genuinely giving, as someone who makes an effort to be a good person to other people and gives more than she receives in most cases (which karina appreciates). however, there is the sense of understanding the fact they’re not really on the same wavelength so she sees winter as someone who is inherently different from her. she also knows winter is someone who can make her laugh a lot but also someone who can make her mad easily (so karina is honest and aware of the connection in this sense, knowing winter makes her “emotional”). she has a genuine soft spot for winter, wanting good things for her and sympathising with her rather easily but it comes with a condition almost, the condition being that winter knows her place and doesn’t try to outdo her. lastly, she thinks winter can be childish and that she can be too impulsive (even in small ways, e.g. she thinks winter is likely to say the wrong thing on bubble due to immaturity and thoughtlessness).

how does winter see karina:

winter views karina as highly capable, thinking that karina just knows the correct way to do things. winter admires this about karina but thinks it also makes karina overly demanding sometimes and impatient when people aren’t as intuitive or as smart as she is. she thinks karina has great stamina and drive, that she sees karina work hard practically every single day to achieve her goals (even in small ways such as being very strict with her diet and never making an excuse to not exercise). in this sense, winter sees karina as really authentic and honest - kind of like, “when i met karina she told me she was going to make it to the top and stay there and that’s exactly what she does daily”. winter also thinks karina values money highly but doesn’t actually see her as very selfish even though she can tell karina wants to show off, she thinks karina is very generous to her family (and likely especially her mother) and tries to share and give them a lot. she thinks karina is pretty ruthless and mean sometimes but a part of winter admires this too, since she thinks a lot of people in the industry are cruel and that karina is strong for this and won’t easily be taken down. she thinks karina is pretty, seeing her as wanted by many people but also in the sense where she views it in awe a little (e.g. why does karina wake up looking refreshed everyday and i need to shower and everything before i look normal). however, she views karina as quite lonely and that her intense focus on career is harmful - both in the sense it means she focuses on other things (such as personal connections) less and also in the sense that she’s easily upset (such as crying often when she thinks a stage or variety appearance went poorly). this is also why winter thinks her and karina simply just value different things and it causes them to walk at different paces.

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of Satosugu 2023 Day 24 - Surprise

This marks the end of 24 Days of Satosugu 2023! Thank you so much for sticking around and I hope you had just as much fun reading as I did writing!

Satoru isn’t sure how he ends up on Shoko’s couch. Normally, he wouldn’t be caught dead there–especially not without Suguru–but it is what it is.

“You’re a stupid, pining mess, do you even know that?” Shoko asks him and Satoru buries his face in the cushion.

“You won’t let me forget it,” he mutters and knows she heard him when she hits him over the head.

“When will you finally tell him already?” she demands to know and Satoru turns his head so he can peek up at her.

“Never?” he gives back, because really, what’s the use in that, except alienate the one true friend he really has.

He’d rather have Suguru in his life as that than don’t have him at all, and Satoru knows that it’s kind of pathetic and definitely makes him a coward, but it’s not as if he can change that.

“What would you even know about my feelings,” he then goes on when she scoffs at him, because it’s not as if he has ever really told her that he’s in love with Suguru.

She came to that conclusion on her own. Not that she’s wrong but–

“You’re kind of obvious about it,” Shoko tells him, just like she always does and Satoru sits up.

“If I’m that obvious then why hasn’t Suguru said anything yet?” Satoru only briefly waits for her to answer before he goes on. “That’s right, because he doesn’t feel the same. Now will you goddamn drop it?”

“Satoru,” Shoko cautiously says, but Satoru has had enough.

He really shouldn’t have come here on his own, Shoko is always way too mean to him when Suguru isn’t there to soften her blows.

“Besides, you’re best friends with him, too. Has he said anything to you?” Satoru asks her, though he knows the answer.

Shoko is way too annoyed by his ‘pining ass’ as she likes to call it to let them pine after each other when she knows they both feel the same.

“He hasn’t said anything,” Shoko admits, and that really is all the answer Satoru needs.

“Because he doesn’t feel the same,” Satoru bitterly finishes. 

He knows it and yet it still never stops hurting.

“But why wouldn’t he? You’re both so–” Shoko says and Satoru whips his head around to her.

“So what? Co-dependant? You never let us forget that that’s a bad thing. And really, Shoko, what do I have going for me?” he demands to know. “All of you are annoyed by me. You all agree that I’m too pretty to be real but that’s about it. How did Utahime state it so nicely? Pretty enough to fuck but god forbid I stay the morning after?”

It’s not like him to be this self-deprecating usually and Satoru has gotten pretty good at not letting these things get to him–he knows his friends love him, usually, or like him well enough at least–but sometimes it still eats away at him.

“Satoru–” Shoko whispers but he has had enough.

He came here to get a short break from Suguru, to put some space between his best friend and his useless pining. He didn’t come here to have her meddle in this hopeless mess, he just wanted some comfort.

“No, Shoko, I’m done for today,” he mutters, putting on his shoes and getting his jacket. “Thanks for letting me stay for a while, I guess,” he adds, because she did let him in after all.

He’s almost out of the door when she catches his arm and pulls him into a hug. It’s surprising enough that it makes Satoru freeze. Shoko is not usually one for physical contact after all.

“You know I love you, right?” she whispers and he drops his head to her shoulder.

“Yeah, I know,” he gives back, and usually he does.

Usually she doesn’t even have to say it for him to know that but it’s nice to hear right now.

Still, by now he’d rather be home than here.

“I’ll still go now,” he tells her, patting her shoulder and she almost feels reluctant as she lets go of him.

“Alright. I’m sorry, Satoru,” Shoko says and it feels as if she’s saying sorry for more than just what she said.

It’s not her place to apologise for Suguru’s non-existent feelings–it’s not anyone’s place really, because Suguru is entitled to feel whatever he feels–but Satoru feels his eyes burn regardless.

“Aren’t we all,” he weakly gives back and then gets the hell out of there.

Satoru fled his home today to escape Suguru but right now he only wants to curl up in bed and be miserable for a while, so his feet carry him home almost in record speed. Of course Suguru has to be home though, and Satoru briefly hesitates before he unlocks the door.

If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to vanish in his own room without Suguru taking much note of him and even though the chances are slim, it’s not as if he has another choice. 

Suguru is on the couch when Satoru comes in, and of course he looks up almost immediately. And he knows Satoru too well to be fooled by his plastered on smile.

“You okay?” Suguru asks, a frown on his face and Satoru waves him off.

“Just–tired,” Satoru gives back. “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s the middle of the day,” Suguru says, clearly confused but Satoru simply walks past him, into his room, closing the door firmly behind him.

He’s exhausted down to the bone all of a sudden and so he doesn’t even change into other clothes before he slides into bed, pulling the blanket firmly around him.

Maybe things will be better after some sleep, he hopes, even though it’s stupid. Things will be exactly the same, but maybe he’ll be able to deal better with everything then.

He just needs a little bit of rest, that’s all.

Satoru tenses when his door opens.

“Satoru?” Suguru carefully asks and Satoru curls up even smaller. 

He can’t deal with this right now; he’s usually good at pushing his feelings away but right now it feels as if he’s going to choke on them. Or maybe they will crack him wide open, making everything spill out and ruining the one good thing he has going for himself in this life.

Satoru has been in love with Suguru for so long, longer than he really cares to remember, and in all those years he managed to keep that to himself as best as he could. He doesn’t care how obvious everyone thinks him to be, he has never breathed a word of it to Suguru and he won’t. 

Not if that means losing him.

“Are you okay?” Suguru quietly asks, sitting down on Satoru’s bed and Satoru can feel his eyes burn again.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Suguru mutters after a long silence and he doesn’t hesitate to slide into bed behind Satoru, pulling him to his chest and holding him.

It’s not strange for him to do this; they are quite close after all and they have a friendship that is heavily reliant on physical touch because neither of them are very good with their words. They’ve done this in the past, even, and Satoru knows it doesn’t mean anything.

But today it means enough to make the tears finally spill over.

Suguru must have noticed somehow because he pulls Satoru impossible closer and rests his forehead at Satoru’s neck.

“I’m here. Whatever it is, I’m here,” he promises him and Satoru is a weak, weak man because he reaches out for Suguru’s hand and threads their fingers together.

He falls asleep like that, with Suguru’s worry in his back, his hand in his and the knowledge that this will be all he ever gets lodged painfully in his chest.

Satoru doesn’t feel better when he wakes up and it definitely doesn’t help that Suguru is still there because he wanted to make sure Satoru is alright, before he gets up to make Satoru’s favourite food.

It doesn’t help at all.

~*~*~

Satoru knows that he has been more subdued lately, but this whole feelings-for-Suguru-thing is getting out of hand and Satoru no longer knows what is acceptable and what is not. He lets Suguru initiate any physical contact lately out of fear of overstepping, and of course that hasn’t escaped his notice.

“Will you eventually tell me what’s going on, or do I have to get some alcohol in you?” Suguru asks him on a night out in their favourite bar and Satoru takes a big gulp of his soda.

“I’ll take that as a no on the telling,” Suguru sighs out and reaches out to push Satoru’s hair out of his face, scratching at this scalp. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru looks down at glass in his hand.

“I know,” he quietly gives back and it only makes Suguru sigh again.

Suguru must know, Satoru is convinced of that by now. Shoko is right; he is incredibly obvious with his feelings and there is no way that Suguru missed it. So he really keeps quiet simply to spare Satoru’s feelings, so they can go on as they are right now and if Satoru should ever say it out loud—it’s all going to break.

“But you’re not going to say anything,” Suguru mutters and takes his hand back, leaving Satoru feeling slightly bereft.

It doesn’t last that long because Suguru knocks their legs together and then leaves his pressed against Satoru’s, as if he wants to give him some silent reassurance that he’s right there and Satoru shoots up.

“I’m going to get us new drinks,” he declares and then marches off without looking what his avoidance tactic is doing to Suguru.

He gets the drinks quickly, barely has to wait when he flashes the bartender a wide smile but when he comes back his chair is already occupied by another guy. Suguru’s expression is open and he’s turned attentively towards the guy just like he had just been with Satoru and Satoru feels sick to his stomach.

So much for spending an evening together, he bitterly thinks and seats himself at the bar instead of going back to Suguru.

Maybe he’ll even down Suguru’s drink, making him ferry Satoru’s drunk ass home. Would serve him right.

Satoru keeps half an eye on Suguru and the guy and so of course he notices when Suguru looks around to look for him. Well, at least he remembers that Satoru is still there as well. Satoru plasters a smile on his face as he gives Suguru a thumbs up.

Suguru clearly seems interested in this guy seeing as he still hasn’t told him to fuck off and who is Satoru to butt into that.

No matter that his chest almost feels as if it’s caving in.

Satoru sips at his own drink, not touching Suguru’s because he knows how he is with alcohol and it takes another ten minutes before the guy finally gets up and leaves, though Satoru does notice that he leaves his phone number behind.

Satoru feels petty enough to simply stay at the bar, but when Suguru’s gaze finds his, impatiently waving him over, he heaves out a sigh and leaves his comfortable place.

“What are you doing?” Suguru snaps at him as soon as Satoru is in reach.

“Wingmanning for you, like I always do?” Satoru gives back because Suguru clearly didn’t want the guy to leave and who is Satoru to step in there? He hasn’t done that, ever, and there have been many opportunities for him to do that, because people are not shy when it comes to Suguru.

And Suguru barely tells anyone to fuck off, so Satoru always makes sure to stay out of the way as best as he can.

“Who the hell asked you to do that,” Suguru goes on, clearly still annoyed and now Satoru is getting angry as well.

“Yeah, well, it’s not as if you seemed intent on getting rid of him,” he snaps right back and Suguru blinks at him.

“Excuse me that I was trying to be polite to someone.”

“You never have a problem telling me to get fucking lost,” Satoru says and wishes he was literally anywhere else but here at the moment.

He doesn’t know what’s going on, with him or Suguru to be honest. Satoru’s feelings have been frayed for a while now, his feelings for Suguru feeling more painful than they normally do and Satoru doesn’t know what happened to make it that way but it’s destroying everything.

Satoru has no idea what’s going on with Suguru though, and that also hurts. Satoru always knows what’s going on with Suguru.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Suguru asks, clearly taken aback by Satoru’s tone and Satoru presses his lips together.

“Nothing. Can we just–I want to go home, actually,” Satoru says after a moment and Suguru looks about as happy as Satoru feels.

“I think that might be for the best,” Suguru agrees and just like that, their evening gets cut short.

~*~*~

The moment the bottle comes to a stop at Suguru, Satoru knows that he should have stayed home. He catches Shoko and Nanami sharing a look and Satoru clenches his hands in his lap.

Things are going to go downhill from here on really fast, he just knows it.

“Truth,” Suguru confidently says and Nanami nods, as if he expected that.

“What are your real feelings for Satoru?”

Silence settles over the room.

They are not even at that stage of the game yet; this is like the second time someone spun the bottle and usually shit like that comes way later. They are supposed to still be in the funny, goofy stage.

Satoru doesn’t dare to look at anyone.

“Dare,” Suguru breathes out and Satoru’s eyes snap up to him.

It feels as if someone hit him in the chest when he sees the unhappy face on Suguru’s face.

“You can’t just change it,” Shoko interjects and Suguru glares at her.

“But I’m doing it anyway. Dare, Nanami.”

“I dare you to kiss Satoru.”

Satoru sees how Suguru’s face falls further, sees how he works his jaw, how he clenches his hands and numbness spreads out in Satoru.

He can’t even give him a silly little kiss, even knowing that it means nothing anyway. So much for being best friends, Satoru bitterly thinks.

“I forfeit,” Suguru bites out and Shoko’s eyebrows fly up. 

“You know what the cost for forfeiting is.”

“I’d rather sit here in my underwear than–” he bites himself off there and Satoru has heard enough.

He gets up, careful not to meet anyone’s eyes. 

“I think I’ve had enough for now. No one asked me about this, and I’m not a willing participant, so Suguru shouldn’t be punished anyway. Have fun, guys.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, doesn’t look to see if someone tries to stop him, he simply gets his shoes and jacket and leaves.

Satoru doesn’t really know where he’s supposed to go now, because he cannot go back home, not any time soon. Suguru will show up there eventually and Satoru is in no state to deal with him.

All of his friends were in that room though, so it’s not as if Satoru has anyone else he can beg for shelter.

“Satoru, wait,” Suguru calls out behind him and Satoru instantly hurries up his steps, though he knows there’s no way he can outrun Suguru.

Not if he really sets his mind to it.

“Satoru,” he says again, managing to catch Satoru’s arm in his hand and Satoru freezes on the spot.

“What?” Satoru bites out without turning around because he can’t do this. He can’t even look at Suguru, knowing that even the thought of kissing Satoru is that upsetting to him.

“Where are you going?”

“Away. What does it matter to you?”

“Satoru, don’t be like that. Come back. It’s cold out.”

Satoru hadn’t even noticed, not with how cold Suguru’s rejection made him feel anyway and he rips his arm out of Suguru’s grasp.

“I’m not going back,” he hisses. “You think I want to sit there, watching you be disgusted by the thought of kissing me? No, thanks.”

He knows he could have possibly played it off as playful, could have made it so that this doesn’t break their friendship, but Satoru is tired and he’s hurt and these feelings for Suguru are choking him.

Satoru can’t go on like this.

“It’s not as if you looked any happier,” Suguru shoots back, grabbing for Satoru’s sleeve as if he needs to make sure that he’s holding on to him.

As if Satoru could vanish, if he doesn’t.

“It’s not as if you wanted me to kiss you, either,” he adds, more quietly and Satoru breathes out harshly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re always so goddamn quick to get rid of me when we go out. How many of the people approaching me have you set up to that?” Suguru wants to know and now Satoru turns around to him, because that is just ridiculous.

“Set up to that? Are you stupid? Why the hell would I do that? And besides, don’t twist things around now. It’s not as if you’re telling them to get lost. How many phone numbers did you get just this month, huh? Don’t pretend as if you don’t like the attention.”

“I’m not going to be rude to harmless strangers.”

“Then don’t come crying to me that I ditch you,” Satoru hisses. “I just know better than to intrude.”

“Gods, Satoru, you’re not–” Suguru cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh. “I never know what’s going on with you lately.”

“You want to know what’s going on?” Satoru asks and he knows that this is going to change everything, that this might be the last time he can even claim to be Suguru’s friend, but he needs to say it.

He has stewed in this for so long, and he simply can’t do it anymore.

“Surprise, Suguru, I’m in love with you. Have been for years. There, I said it. Are you happy now? Now let fucking go of me.”

Suguru doesn’t say anything to his confession and even though Satoru expected that it still feels as if his silence is cutting him open, straight down the middle. It’s not as if it’s anything new to Suguru, seeing how obvious Satoru apparently is with his feelings, but he’s still staring at Satoru as if he’s seen a ghost.

“Great,” Satoru mutters, walking away from Suguru and he suddenly realises that Suguru probably didn’t want to kiss him because he knows of his feelings.

He was just trying to spare Satoru that particular pain and Satoru is acting like an ass in thanks.

How wonderful.

“Why do you say it like that?” Suguru calls after him, his feet hurriedly meeting the ground as he tries to catch up to Satoru. “Why do you say that as if it’s the worst thing in the world?”

“Because it is,” Satoru desperately laughs out. “Because it fucking is, Suguru, what do you expect? I know you’re not—and yeah, I get it I’m pretty but there’s not much else going on besides being an annoying, self-centred bastard. I guess I should count myself lucky that you even put up with me as friends but I can’t do this anymore, Suguru. I can’t.”

“Who said that?” Suguru demands to know and he sounds so angry that Satoru turns back around to him. “Who said that about you?”

“I—kind of everyone does? It’s always implied, anyway,” Satoru shrugs, as if it doesn’t mean anything to him, as if he doesn’t take note of every time someone says something along those lines.

“Do I make you feel that way, too?” Suguru asks and he sounds so desperate, so hurt by the thought that he could have hurt Satoru in that way that Satoru is at his side in seconds.

“No,” he admits. “Never with you. It was always—safe with you.”

“Safe,” Suguru mutters. “And you think I put up with you?” he then wants to know and Satoru presses his lips together.

“Well, you don’t say it but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel it. It must be annoying, living with me, having me around all day. I do get a bit much, no one would blame you.”

“I would blame me! I am blaming me! Satoru, don’t you know—” Suguru reaches out to take Satoru’s hand in his, “—I love you, too. You never get too much for me.”

Satoru’s mouth drops open at that before he breaks out into hysterical laughter.

“Satoru?”

“Why would you even say that? And only now and not one of the million other days I pined after you like a stupid idiot? I don’t need your pity, Suguru, just let it go.”

“You only said it now, too? I don’t see how that’s any different, seeing as I pined after you for about the same amount of days.”

“You never said anything.”

“You neither.”

“But Shoko said I’m obvious! She called me out on my feelings without me ever having to tell her. Why the hell would she notice and you didn’t? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, Nanami sat me down for a talk about my feelings a few years back. Apparently I’m obvious, too.”

“Not to me,” Satoru hisses out and Suguru squeezes his hand.

“And you’re not obvious to me,” Suguru softly says. “The idea of kissing you was so upsetting to me because I thought it wouldn’t mean anything to you,” he then adds.

“Because it would mean something to you,” Satoru says, tries out how that feels in his mouth. “Because you love me.”

It doesn’t make sense, not after the last couple of weeks, and Suguru seems to notice because he pulls Satoru close, guides his head to rest on his shoulder.

“I do, Satoru, fuck, I love you so much. Don’t you know? Don’t you know how much I love you?” Suguru whispers into his hair and Satoru reaches out to tangle his free hand in Suguru’s jacket.

“Don’t you know?” Satoru gives back. “I’ve loved you for so long, I don’t even remember who I am without you.”

“Then don’t. Don’t remember that. Don’t be without me,” Suguru fervently whispers. “I thought I was losing you these last few weeks. Don’t make that a reality, please.”

He almost sounds frantic and Satoru presses closer to him.

“It felt a little bit as if I was dying,” Satoru admits. “Knowing you don’t feel the same.”

“But I do, Satoru, I do. Please, come back to me, okay? Don’t leave.”

Satoru had been so busy with himself lately that he didn’t even notice that this is how it must have looked like for Suguru; that it must have looked like as if he was going to walk out on him every moment.

“I’m here. Suguru, I love you.”

“I love you, Satoru,” Suguru immediately gives back and Satoru allows himself to believe.

He slings his arms around Suguru, enjoys being close to him, enjoys being allowed to do this again and Suguru holds him just as tightly.

“Let’s go home, alright?”

“Together,” Satoru agrees and even then it still takes them a few minutes to actually get going.

They don’t let go of each other the entire way, and even once they are home, they only part for as long as it takes them to change into sleeping clothes before they slide into Satoru’s bed, some unspoken agreement between them that they are not going part.

Satoru falls asleep to Suguru’s even breath tickling his hair and Suguru’s hand in his and hope for the future bright and warm in his chest.

And it only gets better when Suguru is still there when he wakes up, greeting him with kisses and love. And then—of course—Satoru’s favourite food.

Buy me a ko-fi

[ceruleanwhore]

Since I’ve seen so much Silvio hate since his route release, I wanted to take a minute to talk about why all 3 of the visiting foreign princes make me uncomfortable because I believe in equality. Please keep in mind that I am on a break from the ikepri app rn so I have not actually played Silvio’s route, though I did read a translation of it on here previously, but I’m going to try to avoid using stuff from that.

Starting with the man of the hour, first to be released, I’d sum up my feelings about his character as “eat the rich — literally not sexually ya numpty.” He is the embodiment of everything I’ve ever hated about capitalism and the 1% and genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, it would delight me to watch him die because of how he represents that. His jangling, the way he throws his money around (the fact he has, what, 10 billion for Rio to waste on a gem at auction in Rio’s route), and, most importantly, the complete lack of any apparent morality or humanity. He demands everyone respect him because of that money (respect as in deference that comes with authority) while he throws around his bullshit bootstrap rhetoric and refuses to treat anyone at all with respect (respect as in the basic human decency kind). There’s also a seriously sadistic streak in him and so it’s not enough to be a billionaire prince, he also has to take this random woman as his indentured servant and constantly upset her on purpose and demean her to punish her for someone else’s accident.

Next up is Gilbert who, to me, is just plain annoying more than anything else. He and Chev never really scared me or anything with all the violence since it’s super predictable with them, so that doesn’t really bother me, per se, but the way he’s a pushy little dick in social situations pisses me off and if I were Emma I’d be dead because I would’ve yelled at him within like 5 seconds of meeting him. The hell of it’s that he’s supposed to be this master manipulator but he doesn’t seem to even be all that good at manipulation since his is so ham-fisted, he’s just a pushy asshole. My thing with both him and Silvio is that I fucking hate money and I fucking hate authority and I believe that no one, including myself, should have it the way they do, and it makes me immensely angry to watch them use those things to abuse others.

Now, I saved Keith for last because he’s actually the worst of the three in my opinion and he genuinely scares the shit out of me, and not because he happens to have DID, but because of what sort of people main!Keith and alter!Keith are. 

WARNING! MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND TRUE CRIME

Main!Keith just strikes me as being the kind of guy who would beat his gf and eventually kill her and, every time I see him, he reminds me of the Yellow Dress assembly my high school did about domestic abuse. He seems like the shy, insecure nerd who, in the early days, would worship the ground his gf walks on and just be so grateful that she decided to give him a chance, etc., until that turns into possessive jealousy over time, which then would feed into him isolating her, turning more violent, and then maybe killing her and hiding her body in the woods. Genuinely, the last event story I read with Keith made me INTENSELY uncomfortable from the very beginning because he had these vibes and I don’t know if I’ll be able to read his story because, in my head, Emma will already be dead, basically.

As for alter!Keith, he seems like the kind of guy who would literally be a serial killer, just going off the event stuff I’ve read, plus the second prologue and other act II routes. I could genuinely see him killing with no real rhyme or reason, unlike Chev and Gilbert who are so completely predictable. If main!Keith gives me true crime vibes in a OJ Simpson way, alter!Keith is more like a David Parker-Ray sort of true crime, and they both scare the living shit out of me. I can’t tell you how uncomfortable it is seeing so many people in the fandom talk about how much they love Keith and how nice and cute they think he is when, to me, he’s one of the scariest fictional characters I’ve ever encountered, mainly because I know he’s supposed to be a romantic lead in spite of everything I just said. Silvio and Gilbert would annoy me to death but Keith would do arts and crafts with my skin and hide my chopped-up body in the woods.