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doublethot · 2 years ago

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Aching Ch. 2 SteddiexReader

In the morning your head is pounding and your neck hurts from sleeping on the couch. You just want to go home. You’re thankful you don’t have to work today as you get up prepared to leave. You’re stopped before you can slip out the door by Steve.

“Won’t you stay for breakfast?” he asks, titling his head to the side and looking at you imploringly and you grit your teeth and remind yourself that it doesn’t mean anything at all. You sit at the table and nibble at your toast and sip at your coffee until it’s lukewarm, not really feeling hungry. You can feel two pairs of eyes on you and try not to squirm.

“How did you sleep sweet?” Eddie asks as he leans his chin on his hand, elbow resting on the table. You can see Steve grimace at the lack of table manners out of the corner of your eye, but he says nothing. Poppy is sitting in her booster next to him happily going to town on her waffles, smothered in syrup.

“Fine”. You lie easily, even though your throat feels like it’s been scratched raw with sandpaper. You take another unsatisfying sip of coffee. “How was date night?” You can see Steve shift slightly and you wonder if it’s because he’s reliving a pleasant memory from last night or because he’s trying to think up a lie on the fly. Which is stupid, you’re just a babysitter, a nanny, they don’t owe you anything. Not the truth, not a lie, they shouldn’t really even invite you to breakfast like this. It mixes boundaries, which is why you’ve gotten your feelings jumbled up like this. How unprofessional.

“Oh, it was good. We love Poppy but it is always nice to have time for just us.” Steve says pleasantly. You force a smile and try not to think about the third voice in the foyer from last night.

“I really should get going.” You say, as you go to stand from the table, moving to grab your plates. You’re stopped by a large, warm hand on your wrist. You look up to Steve’s face.

“No need to do the dishes dove, you aren’t on the clock.” Your stomach twists painfully-a sharp contrast to the quick kicking of your heart, at the reminder that you are just their employee. They are a married, happy couple, and whatever they do or whoever they bring into their bedroom is none of your business.

“Alright, Steve.” You agree easily, and you know that your smile probably looks forced but you don’t really have it in you to fake it at this point. You turn to head out of the kitchen and are stopped by Eddies voice.

“You didn’t hear anything odd last night did you sweet?” You turn to look at his searching brown eyes.

“What would I have heard?” You deflect easily, trying not to fiddle with anything on your clothes and give your nervous energy away. His eyes bore into you for a few more seconds searching before they flick away.

“Nothing sweet, I was just wondering if anything was bothering you. We’ll see you tomorrow.” You send them a wave and make a hasty retreat. You make a decision that night, as you’re curled up in bed in your apartment, that the pining will stop, you will not do this to yourself, or to them. With that conviction in mind, you steel yourself and reach for the phone.

The next morning you choose a nicer outfit than what you usually wear. It’s still practical, after all you have to watch out for a two-and-a-half-year-old, but it’s still nicer. The ruby sweater compliments your skin tone, and it’s long enough that you can wear a pair of black leggings underneath it, you add your favorite booties to complete the look. You pull your hair in a quick up do, add some lip gloss, and mascara, and head out the door. When you slip inside the Harrington-Munson estate you’re greeted with a quiet household. No one has risen for the day yet. You slip into the kitchen to begin making breakfast. Halfway through getting the eggs done, you’re startled by a warm hand gently touching between your shoulder blades. You look to see Eddie. You smile at him, and he smiles back.

“Morning sweet. You look nice today.” He goes over to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup. You turn the burner of the stove off and remove the pan.

“Oh yeah, hope that’s okay, I have a date tonight and won’t have time to go home and change, so I thought I’d just dress a little nicer today.” You scoop the eggs onto the three plates you have placed to the side, avoiding looking to Eddie.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” His voice sounds level but maybe…a little deeper than normal? No. Probably just wishful thinking.

“I’m not, well I wasn’t. We just made plans last night. It was a really last-minute thing.” You shrug, then hiss loudly as you accidentally touch the bottom of the frying pan. You go to put your stinging finger in your mouth, but Eddie intercepts you, grabbing your hand and walking you towards the kitchen sink. He also grabs the frying pan, placing it out of your reach. He turns on the tap and holds your finger under the cool water. You sigh in relief. Then, you notice just how close you are to him. You’re pressed up against his chest. You can feel his hair tickling your face, you can smell him. Your thighs instantly clench around an empty ache. He still has a grip on your wrist, and you can feel his warmth, and the cold press of his rings. Your heart kicks and kicks. You hate yourself.

“You alright?” He asks and it feels like he’s right on top of you. You have to remind yourself how to swallow the spit that’s pooled in your mouth.

“Just fine. Thank you. Where are Steve and Poppy?” He turns the tap off and releases his grip on you, stepping away. You resist the urge to sigh in relief.

“Should be down any minute. She was putting up quite the fight on getting dressed today.” He laughs before heading back to his coffee. You nod and go back to getting breakfast ready.

After Steve gets home from work, your shift is officially over, but Steve halts you in the foyer before you can leave.

“Eds told me you have a date tonight.” There’s a look on his face, but you can’t really tell what it is.

“Yeah, but I’ll still be here on time for work tomorrow, no problem.” You nod. He waves a hand dismissing the very thought of you being a less than ideal employee. “Wasn’t worried about that at all dove. Just wanted to make sure, that you’re safe tonight, and that if you need anything you know you can call us.” His dark eyes hold yours for a long few moments and you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach. Is that how they see you? As the very young and impressionable nanny that needs looking after? You nod your head even though it feels like you’re a thousand miles away.

“Thank you, Steve, it means a lot.” He reaches out and brushes a stray hair out of your face with two of his fingers, leaving a hot trail in his wake.

“You do look lovely, have a good night.” You leave, feeling numb.

Your date is someone you went to high school with. You never dated, but you are familiar with him. He’s nice enough and handsome, but you don’t feel a spark or a connection. You were hoping this would be enough to take your mind off work, off of what you can’t have. The conversation flows easily between you two and at the end of the night you share a nice kiss, but you can’t bring yourself to invite him back to your apartment. The thought of him touching you under your sweater makes your skin crawl. You wish him a goodnight, and head home, alone. You sprawl across your bed in the dark at home and close your eyes. You think about Steve, about how soft his edges are, but how he’s firmer on the rules. Keep it tidy. keep it routine. But he’s also very caring. His eyes so dark, and his hair so tousled. Your fingers creep into the hem of your sleep shorts. You want to run your fingers through his hair, want to know what it feels like to have him pressed between your legs while you pull his hair. Then your mind flashes to Eddie, his loud booming voice, his broad shoulders. A fun loving, goofy guy. You want him to pin you, want him to bite you. You slip your fingers into your panties and find your slick heat. Your moans echo off the dark walls. You can’t help yourself. You want.

You feel a sense of shame heading into work the next day. Who gets off to their boss like that? Their married boss? What’s wrong with you? They’re also too old for you, a decade spanning in between you is just too much. They’d never see you the way you see them. Move on, you tell yourself, as you pull the princess dress over Poppy’s head.

“Pretty!” she squeals twirling around. You laugh and clap for her watching as she dances to an imaginary beat. Eddie is working from home today up in his studio somewhere so you’re keeping Poppy out of his hair. You play princess for awhile, with you being a dragon, chasing her around the living room before Eddie comes down and interrupts your game.

“Daddy save!” Poppy shouts when she sees him, running to him.

“I will save the fair maiden from the beast!” he bellows scooping her up and peppering her face with kisses. You laugh and plop down on the couch for a breather. Eddie plops down next to you, turning on a cartoon for Poppy. “How did the date go?” he asks.

You need to make a decision. Tell him the truth or let him think that you’re happily taken, moved on from whatever weird in between the three of you had found yourselves in before. The too friendly touches, the pet names, the lingering glances. You could stop it all now.

#steddie #steddie x you #steddie x reader #steve harrington #eddie x reader

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paroxysmal-distaste · 4 years ago

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proximity. || ch1, busy

◬ Chapter 1 - Busy ◬ ◬ Pairing: Bill Cipher x Fem! Reader ◬ Date Published: 25/09/2017◬ ◬ Word Count: 2k ◬

A - X - O - L - O - T - L

M Y T I M E H A S C O M E TO B U R N

I I N V O K E T H E A N C I E N T P O W E R

T H A T I M A Y R E T U R N I N T H I S U N I V E R -

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Your head shot up from your desk in alert, with your sleep-induced eyes almost immediately drooping. A string of drool embarrassingly clung to your cheek and the table in front of you, and you smacked your tongue against the roof of your tongue to rid of its taste. Just a few glances around you and absent blinks made you aware that you had fallen asleep at your work station.

Again.

You stretched your arms up and let out a squeak, wiggling your fingers and toes as your racked your mind for a thought you felt had been hidden.

Seems like you had a dream. That's what that lingering feeling was. It was one of those times where the memories of something recent and familiar lingered in your mind, but the thoughts were quite foggy. The more you tried to remember, the more you forgot. Similar to the dreams you had where you woke up in the middle of the night, telling yourself you'll write it down in the morning but never do, this was frustratedly one that left an impression on you.

Grabbing your phone, you checked the time. It was 3:26 in the afternoon. There was an obvious wince in your features, since oversleeping was one of the ways your body was telling you that you had been working far too much for it to handle.

Aspirated, you glared through the pieces of paper in front of you, almost as it was responsible for the lack of sleep. It kind of was. The scribbles on them were only decipherable by you, and feeling the corners of the pages as you skimmed them just brought you back to the fact that you had barely made any progress on the portal.

At least, not enough you would consider productive for the times you set aside each day to further advance in its production. A classic workaholic.

"Dammit." You ran a hand through your hair in frustration, letting it flop to your side in annoyance. What a way to start your day. Late awakening, and more than a little behind on your schedule. Glancing at your paperwork again, you lifted a hand and flipped off the half-built portal behind you, an action that was uncharacteristic of you, but only drawn out from your drained composure.

The offensive action attracted one of the portal's small screws to unravel and fly towards your hand.

You exhaled heavily.

The flip of your hand to stare at the back of it caused the screw to fall onto the floor with a clang, and you bent down (with a strain) to pick it up gingerly, rolling it between your fingers.

"I need to get out more," you murmured after hearing your back crack when you straightened up. You tucked the screw into your pocket.

Over half the day had already passed and you needed to think about what you could spend your time doing with the hours left. You stuck your tongue out in concentration as you carefully read your notes, only to shove them away, unsatisfied with what was written. The phone settled on your desk was beginning to look more and more tempting, but as you reached for it, a small zap of electricity ran from your wrist to the tip of your finger, causing the phone screen to go black.

"God!" You threw both your hands up, completely fed up with the first few minutes of your day, grumbling, "Here we go again."

You really needed to control that.

Work was almost impossible when your abilities acted up.

Sighing, you looked at the pile of scrunched up pieces of paper, before squinting at the portal.

The portal had a few things missing. It needed the rim where the actual entrance would be, while the entrance itself was a circle with a giant square around it to reinforce it. All the wiring had been done, but other supplies were needed in order to cover it up. Without the proper support, the entire portal might collapse on itself.

That was the problem - some parts would be illegal to even obtain, so you were going to have to make do with what could be found. But! You weren't giving up just yet. You've been driving around different areas for hours yesterday trying to find some old shop or something. The portal's power source was also a problem you were close to solving, but many test trials needed to be done to confirm that.

Shaking your head, you left your basement and went outside. It wasn't exactly a basement, more like a massive bunker beneath your cabin, but to-may-to / to-mah-to. You trudged your way over to your car, the tension in your legs evident from your recent waking.

With a quick positioning into the driver's seat, you moved to put on your seatbelt, only to jolt at the sudden vibration and ring of your phone. With such little energy, any minor inconvenience was only worsening your mood. Your phone was working again, fortunately for you, and right on time too.

Removing your phone from your coat pocket, you answered with a small 'hello' with little interest, too drowsy to check the caller ID.

"Hi (N/N)! How are you doing? Work doing well so far?" Your mother spoke in a happy tone. You dulled at this, more than before if possible. Anything involvement with interest in your work was exciting for you. To many others, it wasn't as interesting as you made it seem, but there was always something fascinating in the discussion of astrophysics. Work had consumed the majority of your life, so small breaks to talk with family were always initiated by the other party.

The only issue was that your family thought you were a doctor.

"Hey Mom, I'm fine. There's still so much to do... with my... scrubs."

Yo didn't know anything about being a surgeon, but neither did she.

"Good to hear! Your dad is still coaching the boys at the moment."

Your dad was a soccer coach. Generally a really normal hobby for any normal person. You bit your lip at the contrast.

"Ah, ok. Tell them that my job's been interesting and that I hope they're doing well. I have... patients to attend to.. Mom, but I'll call you tomorrow?"

"One more thing-" her voice dropped to a whisper. "How are you controlling your, uh, you know?"

You shifted your leg, leaning forward over the car edge door, huffing and smiling slightly, forgetting she couldn't see it, "You can say the word 'power'. It's not going to offend me you know."

"Alright alright, I don't know, it still seems like a sensitive topic."

You tried to stifle a laugh, since you knew she was more proud than embarrassed of what you were capable of.

"It's fine. It hasn't been... that much of an issue recently." Your mind drifted to the bolt that removed itself in your presence earlier, "I really need to go now, I'll call you."

"Sure (N/N), if you don't remember then I'll call. And don't get into any trouble."

"Ok, see you. I'll visit soon."

"Aha ok, bye sweetie."

After the conversation, you thought about what your mother said. Being born with abilities was not something you told anyone that asked, but it wasn't a topic you had trouble speaking about with people you were already comfortable with. However, your mother still thought it was a touchy subject no matter how many times you told her it was no big deal. Her cautious nature could be quite endearing at times, but it could also be overwhelming.

Confiding in literally anyone else wasn't an option either. It was dangerous to tell anyone- you could be seen as a lunatic.

Back when you lived with your parents, they had thought you were some sort of problem child, messing with the cables of the house. But when you poked at the power cords and accidentally shut down the entire power across the entirety of your town, they were terrified, to say the least. It wasn't long before they understood that you weren't a problem child, but a gifted one. You were bright beyond your years, and these abilities were no exception.

For some reason unbeknownst to your family, you developed another 2 powers distinct from your first.

As of now, the count was at 3. Despite your extensive interest and research in technicalities, you were not too bothered about the 'official' titles given to these powers, only discovering them on a superhero wiki. They happened to be the ability to control metals, and the ability to control the current of electricity. Both of these definitions were used quite vaguely, considering you could barely control, but more, attract each element.

The bad news was, you haven't done a very good job of practicing any of these abilities. The most that could be done was conjure electricity on to your hands, but you can't control how much. Whenever your thoughts went there, you simply shook your head, smiled and returned to your work as a distraction.

The good news was, your family supported you - hell, they praised you for it more than your brains sometimes - and not to mention, you got some pretty snazzy powers. Your family thought it was best to keep it a secret though. Everyone knows how society works. Not exactly the most accepting. And when something is beyond their comprehension, they panic and blame it all on one thing so only their small human brains could understand.

You frowned, passing another place. This was taking a lot of your sweet precious time, but you kept on driving, as there could be a possible junkyard nearby. It would have been smart to take off your coat, since sweat was beginning to form on your forehead from the sunset, but you were far too comfortable nestled in your little car seat of yours.

A few minutes passed before you finally slowed your vehicle, parking your car off the road onto the grass and stared at the large sign ahead.

Never been here before, you thought. It was more than peculiar to you because you were used driving around for hours, and you had never encountered this before. The slow of your car signalled you to check your GPS, something that others considered quite outdated, but you considered functional and separate to entertainment devices such as your phone.

"The hell?" You spoke aloud, smacking the GPS in an attempt for it to correct itself. Glaring at the large sign ahead of you, you glanced back at the GPS and wondered why its title wasn't labelled on the map. What's weirder was that it was saying you were only 8 minutes away from your little cabin in the woods, despite driving around for hours the 9th time this month.

As you car came to a stop to the front of the sign, you felt a fuzzy wave wash of nostalgia flow over you and you froze.

A frown spread across your lips, shivering from the weird vibration that had coursed through you. You shook your head- not relevant. Storing this feeling for another day to worry about.

The sign looked quite worn out, with its wooden border chipped, molding and stained in irregular spots. Two of the four lights hovered over it to keep it alight were visibly broken, and the lettering in a billboard fashion was peeling and paled.

Overall, it was still legible, enough to greet whatever guest was unlucky enough to come across it. It read;

'Welcome to Gravity Falls!'

#bill cipher x reader #bill cipher #x reader #gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #bill x reader #proximity

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prof-peach · 4 years ago

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Hey Prof, I need your advice.

My sister recently decided she didn't wanted her bulbasaur anymore (she got him on a whim about a month ago) and gave him to me, he is quite violent and tends to attack when I try to get close to him.

Now, that wouldn't be a huge problem, but my Purrloin has gotten hurt trying to befriend him, she's quite outgoing and never really liked fighting (we enjoy contests so she knows a few more flashy attacks), so she couldn't even defend herself properly.

I don't want to give up on him and my local rescue center is filled with Bunearies (you know, after Easter kids don't want their Bunny anymore) so they can't take him in right now, any advice in how I can go about this situation?

Sounds to me like you have a tricky little dude on your hands. So you're not battle orientated which will make this harder, Bulbasaur in the wild are actually quite combat minded to defend their families and territory, and a lot of their herds consist of strict hierarchy based on power and skill, often led by older, fully evolved members of their group.

Before you take any actions to befriend them, its worth noting that any pokemon who comes into your care showing aggression is usually doing so for one or two reasons that are pretty universal for any species. Fear being the main issue with pokemon who have been ditched, if a pokemon is unwell, if it feels exposed, if it is unsure of you or your home, your partners, it may lash out because it is afraid. Even what looks like pure anger can stem from a fear. Of course some individuals are just full of rage, its not unheard of, but for the most part it comes from somewhere else.

For a moment, take the time to put yourself in this pokemons shoes. It was chosen, with hopes and ambitions of its own, by your sister, a stranger to them, and for whatever reason they were cast aside. This reason may be unclear to the pokemon, it may be unfair, unkind, or even without malice just out of pure indifference. No matter the reason, this pokemon has been left behind by a trainer it at one point probably wanted to try to get along with. I don’t know what your sister may or may not have done, or provided for the bulbasaur, but it will help you understand how its feeling, if you were to ask her about their relationship prior to you receiving the pokemon. If it has always been aggressive and angry, i’d seriously consider talking to it about release, not rehome.

We humans have a preconceived notion that pokemon are pets and things to keep with us. This may be true for some sure, but not every pokemon wishes to be a captive to a human, they may want more for themselves, and wish for a free life with their own kind. We cannot put our wants and desires above that of the pokemons, so you two need to have a talk, at a respectful distance for safeties sake, to see what the Bulbasaur feels they may want. These are herd pokemon, born and bred to be with their own kind, if not a larger group, if its lonely, if it wants to go home, to start a family, or simply to not be held in a ball as some creature to be owned, then you as its current carer must give it what you can. You can always find another pokemon who wants to be your partner, but you cannot give back lost years to a pokemon who has lived a life its unhappy with. Treat them with respect, and be open and honest. At the end of the day we have a chance to help pokemon, and forcing what we want onto them is a hinderance, and will lead to them feeling unsatisfied and bitter in the long run.

Some pokemon lash out due to the process of being handed off to someone else, trust is earnt, not always just simply given to whoever holds the pokeball. Remember this as you move forward, and try to keep your other pokemon away from them, Bulbasaur are territorial species, and have to accept pokemon into their families before simply allowing them to come and go freely into their personal space. Despite their grouchy natures at times they usually do have a morally positive compass, and defend with ferocity when they love something. Perhaps in you showing genuine concern for their welfare and future, offering them not what you want, but instead what they want, they may give you a chance to get closer, but take baby steps, and try to be their friend above all else. I bet they're feeling pretty lonely right now.

Its worth sharing interests with the pokemon, talk about contests, see if they're interested, some pokemon have a predisposition for this, others have no interest and prefer more battle based lives, or even peaceful non-competitive existences. no amount of pressure will change a pokemon’s nature, and some just aren't cut out for the fine art of showmanship that contests require. You can however use powerful attacks in showy ways, so theres always hope that they could enjoy it, if you can work with them to their strengths.

If possible, work to getting them outdoors, cooping grass types up can lead to stroppy, testing personalities, many thrive in the outdoors, he may need some serious outside time to compensate for the lack of exercise and natural stimulation they may have not been getting prior to your ownership. There are plenty of areas in public that are much like tennis courts, areas of space you can book for a set amount of time too exercise difficult pokemon, these locations are often secure facilities, both outdoors and indoors, to suit a range of species. find one that has outdoor facilities and book a few hours per week to go there, increasing the time whenever possible. This exercise and time with you may help to find common ground, and topics that you and the bulbasaur can bond over. This can be anything from battles, to sun bathing, playing sports, games, swimming, running or digging, and everything in between. Bulbasaur naturally are great foragers and tend to like to snaffle about in long grass and shrubland, hiding treats like berry slices in a secure environment is good enrichment and can tire the pokemon out. a tired pokemon is usually a little less aggressive, having lower energy levels and less want to expend attacks. this process also associated you with something fun, and your scent will be on the treats too, so they'll know you were the one to provide this activity for them.

I’d also take plenty of time to observe the bulbasaur, as your sister got them on a whim, they probably had no prior knowledge of the species, or how to correctly care for them. In a month, a health complaint could have begun to show, so observe their colouration, feet, walking gait, sleeping patterns, feeding habits, and general behaviour. Excess scratching, heavy breathing, or unusual shaking or moving can suggest a health condition is starting to take form. Most can be helped if caught early, but some illnesses give the pokemon discomfort, and can lead to snappy tempers and irritability. It could be that this individual is in pain, or finding life difficult due to its health, which can cause a lot of hostility as i’m sure anyone would agree. It can suck to be sick!

This species can be won over if you can prove you have a skill of worth to them. This is the case with a lot of pokemon, having respect for something they cannot do, and learning that they need things from you can lead to them at least tolerating us humans. Its a foot in the door. A trick i like t use with particularly difficult bulbasaur is to give them their fav food, whatever it is, then put it in a clear container the pokemon cannot open. They have no thumbs, and their vines though dexterous, aren't able to open every kind of container. The pokemon will want whats inside, and be unable to access it. they will eventually give up out of frustration. this is where you come in. enter the space, don’t let your pokemon approach as this can be threatening, and open the container. leave it on the floor open, making sure they've watched you get the thing open. They can then approach and enjoy their fav food, all thanks to you and those wondrous thumbs you have. repeating this process yields good results, and starts a mutual relationship of tolerance and acceptance between you and a bulbasaur. Most will accept they want the food more than they want you gone, and you provide something they can’t get to. whatever you do, don’t let them see that you were the one to lock the food up in the container. Get a friend to do it, or do it in the room, and leave it in place on the floor, before allowing the bulbasaur to enter and investigate the item. If they see you're the one doing it, the trick is foiled, and your back to square one. Eventually this does tend to lead to the pokemon becoming less stressed with you around them, and eventually it leads to trust, and even friendship. This trick is good to use to get them use to you, once they're ok with you being around them because of your use to them, they may start to take food from you directly, engage in play, or even just sit and tolerate company for short periods of time. Do not expect this to be quick, but it does usually do the trick.

Regardless, i do have concern that the pokemon may want to be with its own, should you discuss this and find they're not interested in being housebound and a pet, feel free to send them our way, we had exactly this situation in mind when setting up the islands facilities, and have extensive locations designed with grass pokemosn needs at the forefront. Theres a small herd of about 12 bulbasaur evolutions that live north of our labs, no people see them, they are happy as a unit, and are left alone to go about their lives, with the only interactions between humans being us giving them their yearly health check, or should we spot them with an issue, we may intervene. They live away from others and pretty much free, in a poacher safe environment. Its not ideal, we like to keep pokemon in areas they come from, with people who love them, and you show great concern for the pokemon so it would be a shame to have to let them go, BUT sometimes thats just life, and theres nothing to be done about it other than accepting that the pokemons wants come first. They may just be mistrusting so try everything else first, and see how you go. hopefully you’ll yield some results from this all. Good luck out there trainer.

#long post #bulbasaur #prof.peach #peach talks

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diaphragmjellyfish · 4 years ago

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Miguel Diaz NSFW Alphabet

Requested by @artemisfoul09

A: Aftercare

Miguel arguably likes aftercare more than sex. Ok, well maybe not. But he still loves it. In his opinion, sex isn’t over until you’re cleaned off, fed, and cuddled until you fall asleep. He has been known to carry you into the bath and lay with you in the warm water while you guys come back down to Earth.

B: Body Part

His favorite body part of yours is your boobs. Big or small, he loves to watch them jiggle while you guys go at it. It’s the first place his hands go when you guys are making out. His favorite body part of his is his arms. Ever since he started training with Sensei Lawrence, he’s been building some muscle, and he loves being able to pick you up and hold you against a wall with your legs around his waist.

C: Cum

Like I said, Miguel LOVES your boobs. That’s always where he wants to cum. Y’all are safe kiddos so you always wrap it up, but he says finishing in a condom is weird and messy, so you guys decided that boobs were the place to go.

D: Dirty Secret

He’s always wanted to try role play. Him as the sensei and you as the student. And y’all start fighting and he pins you to the mats… you know how it goes *wink wink*

E: Experience

Little to none let’s be honest. He was with Sam for like a week and they never really did more than make out so Miguel needs to take things pretty slow at first. But what he lacks in experience he makes up for in enthusiasm. This boy will do whatever you ask him to. He’s a fast learner, and excited to make you feel good.

F: Favorite Position

Missionary or cowgirl. He likes to see your face and isn’t too interested in the advanced moves quite yet. He just wants to enjoy sex and look at his hot girlfriend.

G: Goofy

Umm yes. This goes without saying. Miguel is super goofy during sex. He loves to crack jokes and lighten the mood, especially since you are both super nervous in the beginning of the relationship. Of course, he can be serious if it’s a super passionate moment, but you fell for him because he’s so silly and cute and he likes to let that shine in the bedroom.

H: Hair

He’s usually trimmed. He shaved it all off once and hated it! It was so itchy and prickly. The only reason he doesn’t have a full bush is because he thinks it’s easier to keep clean when it’s shorter. He also doesn’t care if you’ve shaved anything or not. The way he thinks of it is that you’re both adults and hair is natural, so why should either of you feel insecure about it?

I: Intimacy

Miguel loves a good intimate moment. This doesn’t always have to do with sex though. Sometimes it’s just laying in bed playing with each others’ hair or having deep conversations about the future. But when it is during sex, he’s been known to light a candle or two and make cute little playlists to have on in the background.

J: Jack off

He does it a lot. He used to feel bad about thinking of you while doing it because he didn’t want to be disrespectful, but since you guys have been having sex, he feels okay about it now. He’s a teenage boy! It’s at least a daily thing. Obviously he would rather have sex with you, but you can’t be together all the time.

K: Kink

Bondage. He likes to tie your hands up above your head with his karate belt.

L: Location

The bedroom. He doesn’t want to have to worry about interruptions. He also doesn’t like it when you hold back moans. Miguel wants the full experience every time and the best way to get that is with some privacy.

M: Motivation

He always gets going if you agree to let him teach you some karate. The sweat, the physical contact, the tight workout clothes… He also loves when you give him The Look across the room at a party or in school or something. The anticipation builds up all day and he just gets more and more excited to finally get to you.

N: No

He would never do anything that made you unable to breathe. Whether that was choking, deepthroating, ball gags, whatever. It would make him so nervous and he wouldn’t be able to enjoy anything because he’d be too worried about whether you had enough oxygen or not.

O: Oral

This boy’s absolute favorite pastime is having you go down on him. He could sit there holding your hair back and looking at your big innocent eyes for the rest of his life. He also loves going down on you. He was pretty apprehensive at first because he wanted to do a good job but once he gets comfortable he really starts to enjoy it.

P: Pace

He likes to take things slow, and really enjoy the ride. He doesn’t want to miss anything. The first time you asked him to legit rail you, he said no. He was too worried about hurting you or making things too intense. You guys had to work your way up to it. Now he’s much more comfortable being rough with you because you reassured him that he was definitely not hurting you. Despite the screaming ;)

Q: Quickie

Miguel isn’t that into quickies. Like I said, he enjoys taking his time and making sure you both are enjoying yourselves.

R: Risk

Later in your relationship, he starts to open up a bit more and try some new things. He wants to try some new positions, new locations, maybe even a butt plug.

S: Stamina

Ok so just like with Hawk, he has little to none in the beginning. They’re teenage boys! You are literally his first girlfriend so he lasts 8 minutes TOPS. But he can go a couple rounds and is very generous with foreplay and always insists on finishing you with his fingers if he cums before you. You are never left unsatisfied with Miguel.

T: Toy

Miguel will use toys if you like them. He’s so eager to please he’ll do whatever you want him to. I will say though, this boy loves lube. He thinks it makes everything better, faster, smoother, wetter. This boy would basically roll in it before getting on top of you. He feels like he’s less likely to hurt you when you guys use it, too.

U: Unfair

He’ll tease you sometimes during foreplay, but when it comes down to it, Miguel doesn’t really like anything that keeps him from touching you.

V: Volume

He can be pretty loud if he really gets into the zone. Lots of moans and grunts. He is also very encouraging of you making a lot of noise. Miguel gets off on your moans. The louder, the better in his opinion.

W: Wild Card

This boy is AMAZING with his hands. I mean just look at them. He knows all kinds of little tricks with his fingers and can have you finishing in mere minutes. Sometimes if you guys are at a party, he will slip his hand down the front of your pants under the table and play with you.

X: X-Ray

Long and skinny. Maybe 7 inches? But like I said with Hawk, size really is overrated. The G spot is only 3 inches in so as long as he’s hitting it right, you’re good.

Y: Yearning

Very high. He could literally go at the drop of a hat. Whenever you’re game, he’s game.

Z: Zzz

Miguel passes out as soon as he’s done taking care of you. And he sleeps hard post-sex. Like, construction right outside the window wouldn’t even make him stir, hard. He will also keep you cuddled up in a death grip while y’all are asleep. You have to literally pry yourself out of his arms.

#cobra kai #miguel x reader #miguel diaz #hawk #robby keene #karate kid #xolo mariduena #ck #netflix

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DAY TEN

Jin’s already awake by the time you blink away the last few dregs of sleep from your eyes. Glancing at you over the top of his phone occasionally, he smiles and wishes you a good morning once he sees you stretching and sitting up.

“Mm, morning,” you hum back, enjoying the well-rested looseness to your muscles from a good night’s sleep. “I think your bed is comfier than mine.”

“Then move in,” he answers immediately, with a wry grin to let you know he’s not fully serious. “Slept good, then?”

You nod, shifting under the duvet to face him. For a moment, you just give him a bemused look. “You like to get yours done early, huh? The prompt, I mean. Wanting to get it over and done with? Both last week and this week you were one of the firsts.”

Jin’s eyebrows lift in mild surprise. Even this early in the morning, his brown hair is endearingly ruffled, and his eyes are as bright as ever, pyjamas not even wrinkled. “Of course not,” he waves away, reaching out to pat your thigh warmly, his palm resting there. “I’m an opportunist.”

Your heart hitches in your chest at the intense gaze he holds on you, the heat from his skin making you shiver. Though he was dressed in a matching set of striped pyjamas, you only had a baggy shirt and a pair of panties on, your preferred way of sleeping, and his fingers splayed broadly over your bare thigh has your stomach turning in pleasure.

Outside, it’s silent, and judging by the early hour of the alarm clock on his nightstand, nobody else would be up. You bite your lip, letting your hand rest over Jin’s. “We’re alone,” you offer up suggestively, “I’m barely dressed, and I’m still needy from not getting to fuck you yesterday. Would you classify that as an opportunity?”

Though his face stays lightly bemused, the twitch of his fingers tightening minutely on your thigh belies his reaction. “Oh, baby; did Seokjinnie not give you his cock, hm? Was he being a meanie?”

You tut, trying not to laugh at the playful pout he’s stuck his bottom lip out for. “You goof, now the mood is ruined. I’m outta here.”

After shaking his hand off your thigh, stumbling awkwardly out of the mess of sheets and blankets, you make it to the desk where your phone has lain, unplugged, overnight. Wincing at the low battery and long train of notifications, you don’t hear the shifting of fabric or bare feet on plush carpet until a clothed hardness is pressed flush against you, making your core clench even as you jump in fright.

Barely breathing, you feel as Jin’s chest leans forward to press against your back, the buttons of his pyjamas digging in. And then further still, pushing until you bend at the hip. As one hand reaches out to brace himself on the desk, and the other arm wraps low around your waist, Jin forces you to bend over the desk longways until your phone has clattered loudly onto the wood and your chest presses against the hard surface.

“What are you-” you break off with a gasp at the feeling of his lower hand moving, fingers slipping between your legs to brush over the crotch of your panties, folds already dampening the fabric. “What are you doing?” you manage to pant out.

“You were right,” Jin murmurs lowly, and your spine trembles to hear his voice so close to your ear, lips barely brushing the lobe. “I would classify this as an opportunity. I’ll give my baby the cock she needs.”

You groan as a single fingertip locates your entrance and presses, obstructed by the fabric but enough to make you clench. “Fuck me,” you plead, letting yourself go slack against the desktop, one hand clutching at his wrist to anchor you.

“Mm,” he hums sweetly, standing himself up again. You whimper at the loss, but it’s drowned out by his gentle shushing. As his clothed erection continues to press against you, he takes his free hand and slips it under your shirt, running his palm up and down your back to calm you. “I will,” he confirms, “but I just want to make sure you’re ready first, yeah? Can you be patient for me?”

You nod shakily, biting down hard on your lip when you feel both of his hands moving until they meet together to slip down your panties. His nails drag lightly over the flesh of your ass as the fabric slides off, and the second they drop and pool at your ankles, you feel his fingers dipping inside you without hesitation.

You jump at the sudden intrusion of two of his thick fingers instinctively, but his hand is on your back again, holding you down with the barest exertion, and he continues thrusting at an unhurried pace.

“That’s it,” he praises, “just take it like that, baby, just relax for me.” He continues to work you open; two fingers, then three, even testing a fourth just to see you wriggle wantonly below him, before he pulls them out wetly.

Already out of breath and sweating, you whine at the lack of contact. “‘M ready, Seokjinnie, just fuck me, please,” you blabber as your core clenches, empty.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetness,” he assures, “I just wanna see your pretty face. Do you wanna go hop on the bed for me?”

No matter how hard you bite on your lip, enough blood is rushing to your cheeks for the blush to be clear to Jin as you stand up shakily and turn to face him. With a pleased smile at how he’s affected you, he helps lead you to the bed again, guiding you to lay down on your back on the cool sheets. As your legs dangle over the edge, Jin steps between them, palming at his crotch.

Splayed out like this, your shirt rides up, and Jin takes the opportunity to grip snugly onto your hip, holding you steady as he slips his cock out from his pants and begins running it through your folds.

Your breath hitches, core clenching around nothing as you whine. “Need you, Seokjinnie,” you gasp as his head finally presses to your entrance. Eyes fluttering shut, you let a hand trail down to find his, entwining your fingers.

You feel him shift to hold your hand better, a low breath leaving him as he tightens his fingers. Even as he drives his length into you, slow enough to feel every inch, it’s the feeling of your hand in his that strikes you as the most intimate, most vulnerable part of this.

You hiss instinctively once his hips press flat against the flesh of your ass, clenching around the intrusion, and Jin passes his free hand over your cheek soothingly. “Just relax,” you hear him coo, “open your eyes for me, baby, deep breath.”

You manage to blink away the pleasured haze that tugs at your lids, staring up at his warm smile. Just like before, the endearing disheveled hair and cosy pyjamas he’s wearing make you smile back at him, heart airy at how beautiful he looks.

Through a crack in his curtains, earthy rays of sunshine filter through the air, the light banding across his face and collarbones. You have the sudden urge to kiss him, your free hand clutching at the soft fabric of his shirt.

When he lets you tug him down, he shifts inside you, and you whimper. The sound is quickly muffled by his lips, moving against yours so sweetly. Jin’s kisses are usually heady, addicting, but this one feels like a deep inhale of clean air, fresh and comforting, and you bury your hand in his shirt like your life depends on keeping him close.

When he finally does pull away, still so close that his nose bumps against yours, he rubs your cheekbone with his thumb fondly. “Are you ready for me to move now, baby?”

You nod, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking in. “Please, Seokjinnie.”

“Just relax,” he murmurs gently again, and presses his nose to your jaw, nudging your face to the side so that he can lay featherlight kisses down the sensitive skin of your throat.

Feeling electrified from his teasing touches, you groan brokenly when he finally begins to pull out. Once your walls clench needily around his head, he thrusts back in, and sets a deep, languid pace.

With your head turned to the side, nerves alight with the worshipping flicks of Jin’s tongue against your pulse point, you let your eyes fall shut again to just let yourself feel. With your legs wrapped around him, Jin doesn’t have much room to drive into you, so instead he rolls his hips, grinding against you in a way that drags against your g-spot every time.

Every exhale is a sigh of pleasure that drips from your open mouth, and a low vibration on your skin tells you Jin’s mumbling quietly against you, face buried into the crook of your neck as he holds tightly onto your hand.

Even with clothes between your chests, you feel closer with him than you have before, something about the lack of space between you more intimate than anything you’ve experienced on the show.

Sliding a hand around the back of his neck to keep him near, you arch your neck further to the side in hopes that the extra room will allow you to hear his panted utterances better.

Jin, however, takes this as a chance to move up again, nipping at your jaw, then around to suck dizzingly at the sensitive skin just behind it, below your lobe. Closer to your ear, though, you can hear him more, and your hands tighten even more on him, the words fluttering in your stomach like butterflies.

“-beautiful, my baby girl,” he coos, gasping out praises through rolls of his hips, “so perfect. Feel so good for me. Doing so well.”

You hitch out a moan as the lower hem of his shirt slips down between you, dragging just beside your clit, and you feel your mind go numb with need. “Seo-Seokjinnie, I need more, please,” you whine, arching your hips to meet him.

With a hard swallow, he pulls away from your ear, bracing himself against the bed with the hand that’s clasping yours, and reaches the other down to where you need him most.

You cry out, feeling your high approaching the moment his fingers strum at your clit, making you tremble. “R-right there, oh god, I’m so close,” you gasp out.

“Baby,” Jin calls through pants of exertion, “fuck, me too, want you to cum for me.”

As your orgasm approaches steadily, the coil in your stomach moments away from snapping, he bends down to reclaim your mouth one last time.

It’s not the length inside you or the fingers rubbing at your clit that send you over the edge. It’s the way his fingers lock around yours so tight yet his lips are so gentle on you, that sensual contrast of domestic and needy.

You cry out when you cum, clenching rhythmically around him with the force of it, and it’s mere moments later that he shudders once, and begins to spill into you, rocking his hips all the while to work you through it.

Even as he’s splayed above you, he holds all his weight on your entwined hands, letting your chest heave freely as the tremors flood through to your toes.

In the force of your combined orgasms, neither of you have the mental capacity to kiss each other, but your mouths never separate, gasping air from the other’s lungs like you’ll suffocate without.

The aftershocks last a while, your limbs feeling weak and head lofty once they finally settle. However, before you can fully come back to your senses, a sudden loud bang makes the two of you startle, Jin hissing when you clench around him.

Behind Jin’s locked door, the unmistakeable chipper voice of Jung Hoseok cries out. “Breakfaaaast! Stop fucking; it’s breakfast time!”

You groan, head dropping back limply onto the sheets. “What the fuck,” you grunt, “isn’t he meant to know not to interrupt a scene from his days in the dungeon or something?”

Jin stiffens, face going uncharacteristically blank as he pulls out of you and stands back up. Your legs unlatch from around him and you clench automatically, trying to avoid any of his cum from dripping out onto the sheets. “Sorry,” he says off-handedly as he untangles his fingers from yours, stepping away to tuck himself back into his pyjama pants. “I’m going to have a shower; just tell them to set some aside for me. Or not. I don’t mind.”

You sit up, frowning at his sudden dismissive behaviour. Like he senses your confusion, his shoulders drop, a hand rubbing over his face tiredly. “Are you alright?” you question, stepping gingerly off the bed to go seek out your panties.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, this time his voice coloured with honesty. “I didn’t realise you saw that as a scene, that’s all. But I understand.”

Your chest sinks as you stand a metre apart, feeling a distance far greater than that between you. “I- That isn’t what I meant, I was just saying Hoseok should’ve known not to interrupt-”

“It’s okay,” he cuts in, brows immediately knitting as if he’s displeased with his own interruption, “could we talk about this later? I want to be honest and open with you, but I need a bit of time to think first. I’ll see you later.”

He’s shut the door before you can process his words, but gently, like he wants to make clear he’s not slamming it. It provides you no comfort, howevever, and rather than showering yourself, you run to your room and put some pants and a fresh shirt on, hurrying downstairs so that your mind doesn’t get the chance to dwell.

Breakfast helps take your mind off it.

It’s easy to let yourself soak up the surroundings; focussing on the others around the table instead of yourself.

Namjoon has the hiccups for a solid half an hour, and every unannounced hic makes the table burst into another peal of laughter, until Taehyung finally gives him a sufficient fright to quell them.

Jungkook regales the rest of you with a (periodically interrupted) story of how he got his thumb stuck in the faucet of his bathroom and had to call out for Taehyung, whose room was just beside his, to come bring some butter and ease it out.

“And then we wanted to test if Jungkook’s thumb was bigger than mine,” Taehyung adds, “so I put my thumb up the faucet and turns out, they’re actually pretty similar sizes.”

Although the masseuse boasts this fact proudly, Jimin scrunches his face up. “So… yours got stuck up there, too?”

Taehyung deflates. “Yeah.”

“But we already had the butter,” Jungkook points out. “So it was fine.”

Jimin pinches the bridge of his nose, like the anecdote physically pains him to hear, and the conversation shifts once again.

Throughout, your eyes can’t help but return over and over again to Yoongi. Jaw tense, eyes calculating yet flighty, and shifting in his seat every few minutes as if he can’t get comfortable.

He notices your gaze, probably because he’s looking your way just as often as you’re looking his, and makes a visible effort to relax. Mulling over his odd behaviour, you’re reminded of the strange text conversation the two of you had the other day. Yoongi had wanted to revise your limits, seemingly out of nowhere; he even asked you in advance to stay in his room the night of his scene so he could make sure you were alright, though he wouldn’t specify what day.

You can’t help but wonder if you’re in for it today.

For the most part, you’re happy letting the boys surprise you, but your curiosity just lifts higher and higher for Yoongi this week every time you’ve seen or spoken with him. He’s all in black today; more formal than usual with black fitted trousers and a high-necked black sweater. Roleplays and dynamics, you remind yourself. Though Yoongi always dressed pretty nicely, he wasn’t one to don dress casual attire, and it has your mind scrambling for answers. Lawyer? CEO? Professor? Truthfully, it could be anything like that - provided this even was a costume choice for his prompt and not just him wanting to dress nicely today.

Putting the thought aside, and trying not to read too much into his odd shifting on the seat, you grab another slice of bacon from the table (Yoongi had apparently shown off his Western cooking skills this morning yet again) and slip back into the flow of conversation.

In the end, Jin comes downstairs before you finish eating. Automatically, you feel your heart begin to thud sickly, but to your surprise he walks past your chair and squeezes your shoulder with a fond smile before sitting down at the end of the table. Clearly far more cheerful, his face is freshly washed and his his hair still damp as he immediately digs in to any and all of the food still left on the table.

It surprises you to see him seemingly unbothered by your word-slip this morning, but upon your inquisitive glance, he just sends you a nod of acknowledgement, mouthing it’s okay at you around a mouthful of rice.

You go lax with relief, though a small voice in the back of your mind nags you, what if it isn’t? What if he’s just pretending to save face and make things less awkward? There’s not much you can do here, not with a crowd of unassuming housemates chattering away, but you try to take a mental note to have a conversation about it later with Jin. He’d appreciate that, you think.

“Are you alright?”

You glance up suddenly at the concerned voice, but it isn’t directed at you. Beside you, Namjoon frowns at Yoongi as the older man shifts in his seat once more.

“Just… feeling a bit uncomfortable,” he admits stiffly, legs splayed with one bouncing restlessly.

Hoseok snickers behind his fork, but makes no further comment. Namjoon, however, still seems genuinely worried for the doctor. “Maybe you should get some air,” he suggests lightly, eyes drooping in sympathy, “there’s a really nice gazebo just out back by the flower beds?”

Yoongi’s tongue slips out to wet the corner of his mouth, and pauses. He blinks once, then his whole demeanor shifts, letting out a heavy sigh even as his eyes light up. “Good idea, Joon,” he allows with a small smile, “though I better not go alone. Y/n; would you mind accompanying me?”

You know he knows that you see right through him; the twinkle in his eyes as they rest on you speaks clearly. But then again, you also know that he knows that you have no real idea of what exactly he’s planning on doing with you. That mixed adrenaline of being in on the naughty little secret, as well as having no clue what really was coming, stirs excitement in your stomach, and you find yourself on your feet before you’ve even fully processed his words.

True to what Namjoon said, the gazebo is really nice. Trellis on two sides with winding strands of climber plants are studded with small flowers in white and pale blue, the sun still streams in through the two open sides, providing wooden benches warmed from the rays.

You don’t sit, though, as you face Yoongi. Your pulse races and core throbs, but he holds you in that electric silence, eyes running over your figure shamelessly.

“You remember the safewords?” You nod at Yoongi’s quiet but firm voice, closer to a statement than a question. He doesn’t even look you in the eye, instead licking his lips wolfishly as he admires you, making you shift from the fierce attention. Yoongi grunts in acknowledgement. “Good. I hope these clothes you’re wearing aren’t expensive.”

You frown at him, lost, but he’s tilting his head to the side suddenly, gaze locked between your legs. Even as you instinctively glance down, you feel it before you see it.

A thin stripe of wetness, trailing down your inner thigh past your shorts. The off-white colour and thick consistency is unmistakeable, as is the wetness of your panties. Your cheeks flood as Yoongi tsks, raising a brow.

“I see someone beat me to the prize this morning. Let me guess; Jin?”

You open your mouth, but close it again, feeling somehow too shy to speak. Yoongi’s always been a pretty introspective guy, but never have you seen him this quietly intense before, his lips set in a line that is neither amused nor disappointed. You nod instead.

Even as he lets out a minute sigh, his hand leaves his side, and your breath catches in your chest as you feel a fingertip collecting the trail, all the way up to the sodden seam of your panties, and pulls back.

Holding it in between both your faces, Yoongi’s eyes observe the older man’s cum as it pools on the pad of his finger. There’s something so dirty, so taboo about the sight that you have to smother a sob of need at the sight, but you’re unable to muffle a guttural groan as he dips that same finger into his own mouth, sucking it off with a pop.

“Yoongi, fuck,” you breathe, feeling lightheated even though he’s barely touched you.

His hand drops, eyes latching back onto yours sharply. “Guess I’ll have to fuck him out of you. Claim you as mine.”

Your eyes widen, heart racing. “Yoongi…” You don’t even know what else to say, mind blank with desire.

He grins, and the primal satisfaction in his eyes has you dampening your panties even more than Jin’s cum already has. “Perhaps if you scream loud enough, he’ll hear you from inside.”

You squeak as he rushes you, chest pressed against yours and an arm under your ass, lifting you off the ground as he walks back. Feeling air rush around you and the sun suddenly pierce into your eyes, you clutch onto Yoongi as he kneels down and drops you softly but suddenly onto the lush bed of grass, warmed from the sun.

With eyes wide with shock, you watch as Yoongi reaches for your shirt. Without a moment to process him fisting the fabric, you hear it rip from the neck down, until the two torn fronts lay over your arms, bra exposed. “Yoongi!” you cry, not angry so much as startled, but he’s not done.

With a sneer and a grunt of exertion, he rips away your bra too, the lack of an underwire on the lacy garment making it too easy for him to tear away. Like a man possessed, he tugs off your shorts, jerking your body as the waistband is roughly pulled past your hips, and by the time his fingers dig into the sodden fabric of your panties to shred them too, your whole body is on fire with arousal.

His black shirt and pants, once reminding you of a rich CEO or classy lawyer, now seem to fit him like the pelt of a wolf or the sleek fur of a panther, his eyes pinning you back onto the grass. His hands are all over you, nails digging in like claws to make you shiver. “I’m going to ruin you, little dove,” he promises. “But first; I’m sick of smelling another man’s cum on you.”

With the sun blazing down on you, a cool breeze peaking your bared nipples, you can barely comprehend what he’s doing when he backs away, further from the shelter of the gazebo. Not until he lowers himself down, wraps a iron-tight grip around your ankle and tugs you down to meet him halfway as his mouth descends on you.

Instead of where you expect, however, you feel his lips sucking up your thigh, cleaning up the drips that have run down since. “God, Yoongi,” you start, but he chastises your whining by replacing lips with teeth, biting harshly into the sensitive flesh.

You cry out wordlessly, hand reaching down to fist in his hair. His mouth finally finds your core, and his flicking tongue is just as sharp as his teeth, and more deft.

It’s sinful; the way you can feel his tongue digging into you, sucking out Jin’s cum like his life depends on it. Every lash of it runs over your swollen clit, thighs trembling.

There’s no one around, and your cries echo strangely in the open air, making you feel small. One of Yoongi’s hands reaches up to paw roughly at your breast, tweaking at the nipple until you try to bat him away. The lazy late-morning breeze, the soft blades of grass, the scrapes of Yoongi’s teeth on your folds as he eats you out like a man starved. These things don’t seem like they should ever be together, yet it’s so deliciously addictive to be pinned to the ground like this, Yoongi’s grunts mixing with your moans.

You tighten your grip in his hair, jumping when he sinks his teeth into your inner thigh in reproach, mirroring the earlier one surely enough to bruise.

Marking you, you realise. Claiming you.

Though any trace of the cum inside you must surely have been tongued away, Yoongi doesn’t slow down for a minute, determined to make you scream as promised.

Now that the pretence of cleaning you out has been surpassed, he targets your clit, sucking and flicking and grazing until you’re a shivering mess, unable to think about anything but him between your legs, and the orgasm that is so close you can almost taste it.

Your thighs still throb with the memory of his teeth, and even as they ache, you long for more. You try your luck with a gasped breath. “Y-Yoongi, please!”

The moment he sucks your clit between his teeth and nips, your vision goes white, the moan halfway out of your throat morphing into a strangled stream as you tug at his hair, seeking out more pleasure to ride your high.

His hand doesn’t stop its assault on your breast as you cum violently beneath him, and the tugging at your nipple makes your spine go taut in an arch, the climax rushing through you quick and hot, nothing like the slow flowing warmth of your orgasm earlier this morning. It’s over almost as soon as it takes you, and you let out a cry when the stimulation quickly turns into needle-like sharpness.

“Too much,” you gasp, but he acts like he hasn’t heard you, laving his tongue over your overstimulated clit like he's addicted to it.

It’s only once you begin to physically push at him, his shoulders and head, that he sits up, grinning down at you as you pant.

The entire bottom half of his face from the tip of his nose down is glossy with your arousal, and his hair is tangled from you clutching at it. He looks positively wild, drunk off your core, and the thought itself makes a moan rumble deep in your throat.

You brace your trembling arms on either side of you and shift up onto your hands, ragged shirt immediately slipping down to pool at your wrists. “Holy shit, Yoongi,” you enthuse, the intensity of your orgasm still hazy in your mind even if it’s left your body.

“Oh, you think that was me ruining you? You think I’m done?” Something in Yoongi’s eyes glints, something primal. He sits back on his heels. “Run, little dove.”

You pause for a moment, even as his words lick at your core with arousal. He wanted you to run, so that he could chase you. So that he could catch you and ruin you like he promised, like he warned.

You swallow, stumble to your feet with shaky knees, and take off.

With clothes shredded, you have no choice but to dart away, naked, and the thought of any of the others seeing you through the glass from inside makes your heart beat faster.

The you an hour ago would have shied away at the full nudity, perhaps, but you feel high on adrenaline and arousal, and so you aim your path boldly towards the back door of the house.

Feet thumping against the grass, you slow to a stop to glance behind you. No longer on his knees, Yoongi is brushing off his pants, eyes narrowed and blazing like twin suns as he takes off right towards you.

Another streak of excitement rushes through you, the absurdity of the situation disappearing under the need of feeling him fucking into you with abandon once he catches you.

You take off again, grass changing to concrete until you bang against the glass door, throwing it open and rushing through the kitchen.

Strangely, there’s no one in the lounge or the dining area, and as the lush diners of the carpet soothe your feet, you can’t tell whether the leap in your heart is relief or disappointment.

Your momentary pause of surprise loses you precious distance, and you squeal when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Whirling away from Yoongi’s grip, you stumble back into a run, feeling the impact of his feet on the floor right behind you all the way.

In the end, you make it to the base of the stairs before his hands reach you again.

Your knees buckle only the stairs with a jarring thud, and you catch yourself, sprawled on the incline of the stairs.

You cry out when a hand buries itself in your hair, Yoongi’s legs straddling you and hips pressing you down as he tugs your head back. The growl that emerges from his throat is nothing short of animalistic as he runs his nose up your throat to nip roughly at your earlobe.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, little dove,” the doctor warns in a gravelly voice, “so hold still.”

As you tremble beneath him, Yoongi darts out his tongue to lick one slow stripe up the side of your face possessively, before he lets go of your hair and shifts back.

Impatiently, you hear him slip his pants down just enough to expose his cock, and he swears gruffly under his breath, spitting into his palm to slick himself up with a few quick strokes.

Like you’re lighter than air, Yoongi grabs your hips and lifts them up so that your knees rest on a higher step. “Wider,” he snaps, and you rush to obey with a whimper, feeling exposed on your hands and knees, right where anyone coming downstairs could see you.

Perhaps because he knows Jin must’ve stretched you out earlier, or perhaps he just wants to stay in character, but the moment he lines himself up with your entrance, he’s pounding into you without abandon.

Too fucked out to even notice the level of your voice, you cry out with every thrust, the sound punctuated by his hips slapping against you.

You can’t think of anything but his cock in you, the growls leaving his throat, his fingers digging into your hips almost enough to bruise. Your mouth doesn’t close, a trail of drool collecting under your chin but there’s nothing inside you to care.

With all your other scenes, no matter how intense, there’s been a degree of restraint, most of the guys only having been with you once. But with Yoongi, and the safety net of your safe words and limits he so carefully reminded you both of.

All you can feel is unbidden pleasure. Every thrust is intense enough to make your toes curl, but you’re drunk on it, pushing your hips back to meet each one and feel him even deeper inside you.

His hand finds your hair again, gathering a handful to tug back, and you curse as his mouth meets your throat again, lips latching harshly onto the part where your neck meets your collarbone, sucking deeply, teeth nipping, undoubtedly enough to leave a mark that would stick around for who knows how long.

“They’ll see,” he growls, “I’m gonna breed you, little dove, and then they’ll know who you belong to. One of them could come down the stairs right now, and know that I’m the one that owns this precious little pussy of yours.” He’s huffing now, panting with the energy he’s spending on ravaging you so deeply, but his voice is as intoxicating as ever, “Would you like that, hm? Like them to watch me fuck you full of my cum?”

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you cry out hopelessly, and your nails dig into the fibres of the carpet harshly as your orgasm approaches. “Y-Yes, want you to fill me!”

His thrusts get impossibly faster and your jaw slackens even more, eyes rolling back with the inescapable pleasure you feel. You’re so close, but before you can cum, you feel Yoongi begin to spill in you.

Instead of stopping however, he just snaps his hips more, fucking the cum into you messily, growled words of dirty praise as you feel it drip down the backs of your thighs, the increased slickness of his thrusting making it obscenely loud.

You pant, desperately chasing your high, and suddenly you feel Yoongi’s hand in your hair shift, reaching out to wrap his fingers around your throat.

Not pressing enough to cut off air, but enough to make your breaths shallower, he bends down to whisper in your ear. “Cum for me now, little dove.”

On command, your body falls apart, legs shaking and spine arching from the whitehot pleasure. Your elbows buckle, and it’s actually Yoongi’s hand on your throat that keeps your chin banging into the stairs below, letting you down carefully even as he fucks you through your orgasm; slow, measured thrusts to strike your g-spot as you soak his cock even further with your juices.

Feeling tears of pleasure pricking at your eyes, all the energy in your body evaporates as he finally takes his hand away and the unrestricted air rushes into your lungs.

You shiver when he pulls out, feeling oddly vulnerable and exposed, even though you were no more naked or debauched than when you’d ran here. Exhausted from your second orgasm, that erotic haze begins to dissipate, and you can’t picture how you ever had the brazenness to dash through the house and backyard naked.

It’s strange how quickly the atmosphere shifts out of that animalistic delight. Even as aftershocks make your clit throb, a part of you wants to curl up and not face the world. You indulge this, burying your face into the crook of your arm, but then there are hands on you, soft and soothing and nothing like the clawed hands that unraveled you so entirely before.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a warm tone calls out, “are you still with me?”

“Mm,” you mumble ungracefully, but Yoongi takes that as the affirmative.

“Okay, I’m going to lift you up now, yeah? I’m taking you to my room for some privacy.”

You don’t have the energy to nod, so you make a noise of confirmation again, letting deceptively strong arms pick you up off the stairs, carefully navigating you into his hold as he makes his way upstairs one step at a time.

Everything seems a little light and fuzzy, and it’s easier to let your eyes slip closed and Yoongi to do the heavy lifting - quite literally - so you do just that. It’s the cold touch of a made bed against the naked skin of your back that brings back some clarity, and you shift, eyes blinking open again dizzily.

Yoongi’s rushing away, coming back with a blanket to tuck over you, your head propped up on a pillow. “Still feeling fuzzy?”

You do manage to nod this time. You could speak, but the idea itself seems too energy-sapping to bear much thinking about. Yoongi seems more than capable to do the talking himself.

He smiles brightly at your response, taking your hand in his comfortingly. The predatorial glint in his eyes is gone, replaced by focus and intent, carefully monitoring you. Even his caring attention alone feels rejuvenating.

“I shouldn’t have, but I’m going to make sure I haven’t broken the skin anywhere, okay? Just bare with me, sweetheart, you did so well.”

In the end, it takes what must be half an hour of Yoongi checking you over, getting you to sip at some water, and clothing you in some old flannel pyjamas of his so you were warm - the bulky socks were itchy, but they still helped - before your mind feels cleared enough to speak.

It’s strange, coming back from a tough scene like that. You remember Hoseok mentioning something about subdrop before. When all the high emotions and adrenaline of a scene drop away like low tide, leaving your mind sometimes feeling at sea even if your body was back on shore. Eventually, though, with the care of the kind doctor, you feel yourself again, cosy and happy bundled up in his clothes and a warm blanket.

“I’m okay now,” you croak out, voice rusty no doubt from your pleasured cries just before. “I’m good. And it was good, too. It was exciting.”

Yoongi’s brows furrow, glancing up at you from where he’s bending over at the bedside, slipping off a grass-stained shoe. Only after he’d made completely sure you were okay did he even begin to think about himself, and the thought just warms your heart. Yoongi, though, still seems to worry. “It wasn’t too much? I wasn’t sure if I was pushing it too far, even if it was within your-”

“I liked it, Yoongi, and I felt safe,” you insist truthfully, shuffling over to make room for him on his bed. “You know I would’ve said red if I needed to. Or yellow.” You bite down on your lip as the springs in the mattress shift, Yoongi still in his rumpled turtleneck and trousers decidedly less alpha male as he tugs a corner of the blanket over his lap. Your knees bump together, and you find yourself leaning into his side, drinking in the physical contact. “Did… Did you like it?”

Yoongi stays silent for a moment, but you know it’s just because he likes organising his thoughts before speaking. “It was pretty different to my usual,” he admits, “though perhaps not as much as you’d think. There were certainly aspects I enjoyed very much, and others I perhaps don’t feel a need to repeat.”

“Like?” you question.

His shoulder shifts beneath your head, a hand coming up to brush at the tender spot on your neck. “I like marking you up. Making you cum. Though I must admit, I just about popped a hip back there. I think I’m too old for the real kinky shit now.”

You scoff, pushing at his shoulder playfully. “I doubt that. I would say eating Jin’s cum out of me is pretty kinky, and you loved that.”

“I-” Yoongi’s voice of protest is cut off by his own reluctant laugh. “Fine, sure, you got me. I guess I am kinda setting a streak there, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug noncommittally, “you could always find someone else’s cum to enjoy. Get a little variety.”

Yoongi makes a noise of indignation. “You little shit! Don’t kinkshame! You’re the one that fell apart as soon as I put my hand around your throat. We’re as bad as each other.”

You laugh, punching him lightly but letting him get the win. The two of you fall into silence for a few moments, before you sigh lightly. “I think Jin’s angry at me,” you offer up.

To your surprise, Yoongi matches your sigh, like he knows something too. His arm wraps around your waist, tugging you close as he rests his chin on the crown of your head. “He’s just fond of you, sweetheart. Well; we all are, I suppose. But Jin is trying really hard to be the voice of objectivity, and I think he’s struggling with that a bit right now. It’s not you. I promise you that.” You hum, still feeling a poke of guilt in your gut. Unsatisfied, Yoongi presses on. “I suggested he see a therapist.”

Perhaps, when you think of Yoongi, that’s something that will always make your heart warm first. He knows when to be serious, and when to joke, and either way he never fails to comfort you, to make you laugh.

So when Yoongi asks you to stay, not just tonight but for the rest of the afternoon, you don’t hesitate for a moment. There’s nothing you want more than his company.

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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How will nmy react to a memory loss jgy how think himself a nie scet member ?

There were murmurs around him when he first started waking up.

“– last few times – appears he thinks that –”

“– need to avoid any disturbances –”

“ - perhaps pretend -”

“Absolutely not.”

That last one was Sect Leader Nie.

His voice was loud and piercing as always, a general accustomed to needing to make himself heard over the din of battle and never quite having adjusted to situations where it wasn’t needed, and Meng Yao found himself relaxing a little bit just at the sheer familiarity of it. Nie Mingjue was as reliable as the sunrise: once you were one of his people, he’d defend you to the death.

If he was here, Meng Yao was safe.

He went back to sleep.

The next time he woke up, the room was empty but for Sect Leader Nie, who was sitting at the desk doing paperwork. Probably paperwork that Meng Yao should be doing, but for the injury that must have led to all of this – he didn’t remember it at all, but short-term amnesia was a common side effect of certain injuries, and his head was wrapped in bandages.

Still, he struggled to sit up. “Sect Leader Nie,” he called, and Sect Leader Nie’s shoulders tensed. “If you want my help –”

“You should be resting,” Sect Leader Nie said. He was staring at the wall in front of him instead of turning back to look at Meng Yao – a sign of guilt? Had he been involved in what happened? “Do not trouble yourself.”

“And let you mess up my filing system?” Meng Yao teased lightly, hoping to lighten the mood. “Don’t forget how long it took me to fix the accounts the way I like it –”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Meng Yao paused, then, abruptly concerned: Sect Leader Nie’s shoulders were curved inwards, as if expecting a blow – afraid of pain. Afraid of him?

Impossible.

And yet, at the same time – unmistakable.

“Why doesn’t it matter?” he asked, keeping his voice level. He always kept his voice level, no matter the circumstances; someone certainly had to, and it wasn’t going to be anyone surnamed Nie. “Are you expelling me from your service?”

It was a joke, of course. Nie Mingjue liked him, respected him, valued him – had made it clear a thousand ways that he would never listen to gossip or to slander, would never judge him by who his mother was, and Meng Yao couldn’t imagine what sort of dire mistake would be necessary to make Nie Mingjue refuse to stand by him, even against the world.

“You’re the one who will leave,” Nie Mingjue said, his voice cutting, but then the anger flowed out of his shoulders and he sighed, closing his eyes, as if he had mistakenly become angry over the wrong thing. “It is not that I didn’t know that your ambitions had always been with Lanling, not Qinghe.”

Bile and panic rose up Meng Yao’s throat, but what could he say?

It was true. He had come to Qinghe because he had heard that they respected talent there, regardless of birth; he had come because he had needed a place to rise to prominence, where he could become so respectable that even his father would be unable to ignore him.

Qinghe had always been a waystation, not a destination.

Or, if one wanted to look at it with less kindness – he had treated it as a stepping-stone.

Had Nie Mingjue discovered how Meng Yao had schemed to get his attention, his sympathy? The little tricks he’d played to get him to agree to take a chance on an unknown, all the ways he’d wormed his way into the man’s life so that it would be impossible to extract him without damage? Or was it something more recent, something hidden away in his lost memories – had his father asked him to betray some confidence of Nie Mingjue’s? Turn over some information, take some secret action…had he done it?

Was that why Nie Mingjue didn’t want to look at him?

“Sect Leader Nie…”

“I’m not supposed to talk to you about it,” Nie Mingjue said bluntly. “The doctors told me to play along, pretend not to…I told them trying to hide it from you was pointless, that you were too smart, that you’d figure it out – I assume you have by now?”

“I’ve lost my memory,” Meng Yao said. He was shivering, and it wasn’t cold. “I woke up and the doctors realized that I’d forgotten a great deal, so they wanted you not to cause me any disturbance…how much time have I lost?”

“The war is over,” Nie Mingjue said, and surely that should be cause for celebration? But Nie Mingjue’s voice was flat and neutral, as if some terrible thing had happened, and his fists were clenched in rage. “You have been recognized by the Jin sect, and now live in Lanling. I cannot speak to the quality of your life, or to your happiness, but you have at least achieved that much.”

It was not that Meng Yao thought he’d be happy in Lanling – it was that he hadn’t thought he’d be happy anywhere, and found to his surprise that Qinghe actually did make him happy. It wasn’t supposed to, nothing was supposed to; it was all supposed to be part of the plan, that was all, a means to an end.

He wasn’t supposed to become fond of Sect Leader Nie, who tried so hard and listened so earnestly; he wasn’t supposed to be friends with Nie Huaisang, a charming waste of space who ought to have been born as a roly-poly kitten instead.

He was supposed to be in Lanling, by his father’s side, and now it appeared he was – and yet the injury he suffered had driven his memories back to his time at Qinghe.

That said something, he thought.

He’d had head injuries before, memory issues, dating back to his childhood; his mother had hired a doctor for him over it, a real one and not some faker, and he’d explained that when injured, Meng Yao’s extraordinary mind would retreat to the place it felt safest, recreating the past out of all those perfectly preserved memories and sinking into it as if it were real. If this injury followed the pattern of the others, there was no need for any treatment beyond time – soon enough, he would start to remember, and reality would gradually reassert itself over fantasy.

In the past, no matter what, his memory would always return to those few months when he was eight years old, when his mother had met a possessive benefactor and they had lived free and easy under his care – it had ended horribly, of course, but at the time he didn’t know that.

This time, his memory had returned to his days in Qinghe.

And Nie Mingjue still wouldn’t look at him.

“What did I do?” he asked.

“You assume that you’ve done something?”

“You don’t want to look at me,” Meng Yao said. A moment of silence, with Nie Mingjue not giving in, stiff and quiet, so he added, quietly, “I warned you in the beginning that I was unworthy of the trust you placed in me.”

In the end, Nie Mingjue turned to look at him. He seemed tired, and his eyes were bloodshot in a way that did not speak well of his health.

“Tell me what I did,” Meng Yao said. “I want to know.”

Nie Mingjue exhaled. “You killed a captain,” he said dully. “Premeditated murder, and you excused it by saying that he had stolen your glory and bullied you; even if it was true, you never once said a word of it to me before, never sought some other means to resolve it. You then defected to the Wen sect, becoming a master torturer and Wen Ruohan’s right hand; you killed my men, tortured me, and then killed him to become a war hero. After that, you were accepted into the Jin sect, and Lan Xichen and I swore brotherhood with you.”

He paused, then, but that was not the end, or else he would not be so angry.

Meng Yao waited, his mind dancing over all the excuses, all the things he could say, belated justifications, things that would cast him in a good light, a better light – what Nie Mingjue had described was obviously a problem, but not an insoluble one, and his future self should have known that. He could still fix this.

But to fix it, he needed to know the full extent of his crimes first.

“My qi became disordered after the war,” Nie Mingjue finally said, continuing. “Lan Xichen proposed a treatment: a Lan melody known as the Song of Clarity. But he is busy, so you took on the responsibility of playing for me…”

No, Meng Yao thought. No.

But at once he knew where the story led, even before the telling of it was done. A story that started with premeditated murder, however his future self had justified it to himself, could only end with the same –

Why would he do something like that? Perhaps because Nie Mingjue turned away from him after the first murder, as he ought to have known he would – Nie Mingjue tried so hard, and thought everyone else did, too; the glimpse at what Meng Yao was really like, the creature of spite and bitterness and hatred, willing to kill the filthy way, hidden in the dark…it would have come as a shock to him.

And yet his former self had obviously salvaged it, somehow; Nie Mingjue had agreed to swear brotherhood with him, to make up with him, to treat him as an equal, and still he –

Surely no prize could be worth this.

“Do you know why I did it?” he asked quietly, staring down at his own clenched fists, hating iron for not being steel. His damaged mind was telling him that what he had had in Qinghe was dearer to him than his own mother, and he had nearly destroyed it with his own two hands.

“The Nie sect and the Jin sect are at a crossroads,” Nie Mingjue said, and at last, at last Meng Yao recognized the flatness of his tone and the lack of visible signs of fury as the signs of medicine, the sluggish pain relief that could help stymie an incipient qi deviation. The poisonous song he played must have come very near to working. “Jin Guangshan wants the title of Chief Cultivator; I think there should be none. Jin Guangshan protects Xue Yang even after he murdered an entire clan; I think he deserves to die – I asked you for his head, and you promised it to me…you never intended to deliver. There can be only one sect ascendant, and you are, as much as he hates it, your father’s heir.”

His heir. Had he done something to Jin Zixuan, then? Unsatisfied with only the name he had promised himself he would obtain, had he coveted the power, too, and sought to achieve it by any means possible?

If he had reached the point of being willing to murder Nie Mingjue, then surely he had done that, too.

“I bashed your head in,” Nie Mingjue said conversationally. “During the deviation that you provoked. Lan Xichen stopped me from actually killing you, and from dying myself, and then you awoke without any memory of what you’d done, calling yourself Meng Yao again as if you were still – as if you still –”

Someone had asked Nie Mingjue to come in here and pretend, Meng Yao realized, and with a start realized also that he was furious about it. Someone had told him to come in here and play pretend with his would-be murderer as if they were still friends.

It might even have been Lan Xichen who’d done it.

There were tears on Nie Mingjue’s cheeks. He did not wipe them away the way Nie Huaisang would have, trying to hide his pain; he only let them fall, his eyes sliding shut once more – he could not look at Meng Yao, and Meng Yao couldn’t blame him.

“I wish I could go back,” he said, and Nie Mingjue opened his eyes to look at him. “Before I made those decisions. I wish I was still Meng Yao, and could do things differently. Is it too late for that?”

With anyone else, he would know the answer already. With anyone else, he wouldn’t have asked.

With anyone else, his mind would still be back in those wonderful days of being eight and alone with his mother for the very first time and last time.

“How can I ever trust you again?” Nie Mingjue asked, shaking his head in denial. “You drove me into a qi deviation – you wanted to kill me, knowing it would leave Huaisang the position of sect leader, knowing how cruel a death it was –”

“Is it too late?”

This was not something that could be repaired easily, with words and a gentle smile. This would take action and sacrifice. But before he committed himself, he had to know if it were even possible.

If Nie Mingjue could still forgive him, even now –

If he was still one of Nie Mingjue’s people, to be defended until death.

Nie Mingjue abruptly stood up, unsteady on his feet, clearly still ill – if I am half the murderer that I appear to be in his stories, I will kill those doctors who prioritized my health, this farce, over his, and if Lan Xichen was involved I will make it clear to him what wrong he has done – and shook his head, but this time it was not a denial.

“I never know what to do with you,” he said, and it was not a no.

It was not a no.

Jin Guangyao smiled.

(At the trial, which happened eventually, Nie Mingjue spoke in his favor, and his would-be murderer was remanded into the custody of Qinghe for whatever punishment they saw fit. It didn’t last long, but it was an excellent alibi for his father’s untimely death, even though it did not solve all the questions that lingered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes. But that, too, was not an insoluble problem.)

#mdzs #meng yao #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #my fic #my fics #Anonymous

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mxed-lust · 4 years ago

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— aone comforting a (mentally) exhausted s/o ; 15-minute fic

I am open for business

• synopsis: exhausted and worn out by all the responsibilities of your life, Aone decided it’s best he finally steps in and offers you consolement.

• genre: comfort, angst to fluff • disclaimer(s): I’m a bit rusty, only recently getting back into x reader after several months of inactivity, I apologize if the character is OOC and you’re unsatisfied with your play. Continue with this in mind, thank you.

! This can be viewed as a platonic or romantic relationship !

You remained silent and still on the comfort of your mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling as time passes by: keeping you conscious in your own reality as the clock ticks by. You couldn’t count how long you’ve been there, restrained to your bed by your own lack of motivation and exhaustion of not only your responsibilities and assignments, but rather... Life itself.

Worn down by your own self-degrading comments with each passing minute you tried to get work done in a seemingly futile attempt to raise your grades for the final semester. Exhaling through your nostrils, you sit up and rub your temples as a headache reawakens itself from your sudden movement.

Your room was strewn about with more empty boxes once filled with junk food and empty cans of energy drinks or empty cups of some caffeine to keep you going throughout the day— to function to just get some work done before you crash down from your spike of energy. Papers of overdue assignments or assignments in progress that could be due in a few days or maybe tomorrow scattered around from your occasional fits of frustration

Eyelids felt heavy, fatigue seemingly coiling itself around your body as you lay back down on the bed on your side. Silently and unknowingly shedding tear before they came out as the dam of your emotions finally broke and expressed itself through salty tears.

Falling back into your mind clouded with negative thoughts as your subconscious only continued to plant more negative ideas in your head.

Truly, what was the point of going forward?

Then the door groaned as it opened, the rustle of trash as its disturbed and moved out of place. “Y/N?” A gruff voice questions, footsteps nearing you as a calloused hand rests on your shoulder. You turn your head to Aone for a moment before turning it back forward and hum in acknowledgement, your throat to cracked and tender to really speak. Sniffling, you acknowledge you’d been crying and wipe away your tears.

Aone doesn’t speak, only exhaling and taking off his shoes and jacket before getting onto the mattress with you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, a firm but comforting grip on your body.

You turn to face him and by instinct nuzzle into him, tears continuing to stream down your face as he hushes you, rubbing circles onto your back.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n, and you’re so brilliant. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out like this,” He’d murmur gently, you remain silent, only basking in his warmth and presence as you sniffle.

“Take some time for yourself, I can garuantee that you will get things done later in time. It’s good you’re trying to be productive, but sometimes it’s good to stop and smell the roses, is it not?” He’d muse, a grumble vibrating in his chest as his monotone voice softens up more.

As your breathing becomes slower, he exhales softly and pulls the blankets over the both of you. “Let’s just sleep for a while, yeah? You deserve to give yourself a break and much more,” He whispered softly, closing his eyes to join you in sleep as soft snores fill the room.

Tomorrow and the days after would be better, he’d make sure of it. Just for you.

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sly-merlin · 4 years ago

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KILLING ME - 4

(minor friendly chapter)

pairing : law student! Reader + yuta

Genre : angst, mafia au/arranged marriage au

Warnings : none.

Words : 5k

Summary:

"life's never fair y/n. Realise it as soon as you can. It is the only secret for living a regretless life."

"curiosity got the cat hitched"

K.m masterlist

A/n : this series is totally minor friendly now. ✨

Previous morning in Taeyong’s office

“What was that for!” taeyong questioned jaehyun, clearly annoyed by his previous hostile mannerisms towards you. Jaehyun was on the receiving end of taeyong’s infuriation immediately after you departed from his office with doyoung.

“What!?” Jaehyun tried to act oblivious to Taeyong's accusations.

“Why were you trying to scare her? Escort ring! For fucks sake Jae, I expected better from you.”

“But it wasn’t a dead loss. And even you went along in the same wagon, so don’t put everything on me alone.” Jaehyun justified himself by shrugging his shoulders lightly. “And admit it! She was giving you a hard time. That bitch was not buying anything!

Taeyong knew jaehyun was right. Your unsatisfied replies and never ending enquiries were exasperating him, but he would rather preserve his precious ego than admitting that to jaehyun.

He ruffled his well-made hair before replying to Jaehyun, who was expecting some gratitude with a smug face.

“I-- just be careful and refrain from doing and saying anything that might put a dent in my plan. It’s a chance Neo would never get again. So be patient and don’t go around opening your mouth about this to anyone.” jaehyun reluctantly nodded,not hearing what he wanted but his affirmation calmed taeyong’s nerves. He couldn’t trust jaehyun entirely but his options were limited.

All the pieces were in the right place, for now. Nothing could go south right!

But jaehyun couldn’t completely understand the rationale behind Taeyong’s design.

and nor could the figure standing outside, completely hidden from the insiders.

The dread of the forthcoming finals substantiated the shortage of vacant seats in the kwanjeong library. You tried your best to arrive as expeditiously as possible for a person who partied, got abducted, arranged her own marriage, and again partied in grief, all in spam of about 34 hours. Finding no available seat, you decided to settle down on the floor. You gulped your cup of Americano in one go and began with the donut. As per a wise saying, Caffeine and sugar were the best combination as a breakfast for someone trying to get through their day with only 4 hours of sleep, the intellect being none other than your own self!

Yesterday was a pretty long day. Though you were worn out from the adventures with wonwoo last night, your brain wasn’t exhausted enough to shut down properly when you tried to close your eyes.The flashes of the events had shrouded you with a mixture of regrets and worries. What was the guarantee that you won’t end up dead tomorrow! What if taeyong was lying! But the fact regarding moon industries was absolutely legible. Maybe you should get a restraining order or something! But the existence of a person is necessary for that and yuta was a fucking corporate in the public eye and you were sure taeyong held some powerful position in the rich hierarchy as well, otherwise, covering the shits without revealing their true identities was not the job of some measly gang leader. There was more to taeyong than what someone could perceive just by looking. Will you be considered one of them now! After the little stunt that landed you straight into yuta’s life, you weren’t sure that he’d not strangle you in sleep. And What were you going to say to them? Chelin, yeom, guk, yeong.

and your thoughts spiralled from taeyong,yuta towards chelin and your friends and didn’t rest anytime before 4a.m. Waking up at 8 sharp , you took a shower and made your way towards the library.

And now you were here. 2 students passed your figure indicating that there were 2 vacant seats. Finally, after 15 minutes. They might have been the overnight students, you thought and walked inside before anyone else could claim the treasure. You had to find a new topic of thesis and do some research for an international paper your professor was writing, and you being his designated so-called subordinate had to help him, involuntarily of course. But in this world, the student who could refuse their professor’s demands was yet to be born! Marking the place by placing your bag, you started the search for last month’ law journals and digests. One and a half hours passed, but you couldn’t find anything on the international court of justice i.e. what your professor hadn’t already included. The urge to go out was profusely weighed down by your own sentiment of avoiding your friends. So you decided in favour of swallowing the bitter pill.

5 hours passed. The vibration of the timer in your phone prompted you to run off and get some food. It was already 2:30 and the lack of real food was making the tasks harder than they already were. Stepping outside into fresh air, instant regret of not bringing an umbrella washed over you. The sun was too bright unlike your mood and walking all the way to your favourite canteen would end up in you getting another headache. But you silently wished that every being from yesterday’s party was suffering from the same treatment of the over-the-top optimistic planet. why to suffer alone!

“Shortie” you lifted your head, spotting the combo of buy 1 get 1 free, heading your way.

“Where were you the whole day? And if you aren’t going to pick calls then please do that poor thing a favour and sell it!” yugyeom barked while running his hand through his hair.

You shrugged jungkook’s elbow from your shoulder and replied “I was busy with prof. Joong’s work. And I have to be somewhere after 4 so I was a bit-

“Joong should adopt you already man!” Jungkook interrupted, nudging your sides with his fingers.

“ but I thought he wanted to be her sugar daddy!” At that gyeom gave a serious and stern look to kook, pretending to ponder over his statement for a second and then suddenly they both started laughing, hands hitting you everywhere to support their doubling figures.

“Get away from me, idiots!” you shouted, trying to get away from them. Once they were done with showing their exaggerated emotions, you all giggled together in unison. they were wearing their fundraiser t-shirts, you noticed.

“When is the fundraiser?”

“At 5. But you won’t be there to support us cause you are busy with your daddy!” kook exclaimed while bumping your shoulder with his arm.

“I didn’t say I’m going for Joong’s work and no, he’s not my sugar daddy, doofus. I’m busy with tutoring. I missed someone’s Saturday class so—

“Okay, chill tiger. You need to breathe. It’s a boring event anyway.” gyeom said in a comforting tone, interjecting your rapid fire speech.

“I’m gonna have lunch, are you two going?” you suggested.

“Yeah, it’s our break and Yeong and Minjun have eaten already, so that leaves you!” kook pouted when gyeom mentioned his boyfriend’s name.

“Let’s go! I want my sugar” your dramatic pout made yugyeom pet your hair lovingly and the three of you started walking on a stone pathway on the way to the canteen.

“Where’s your umbrella?” jungkook asked you. He knew how much you hated walking under the sun after the drinking escapades.

“I forgot but let’s not talk about it. it’s making me grumpy.”

“Okay! but why don’t you cover your head with that scarf instead.” he said pointing towards the silky material around your neck.

“Naahh, it ruins my fashion” they gave each other a puzzled look, shrugging their shoulders for they both couldn’t gather the reason for your weird behaviour.

At lunch, you talked to them about the fundraiser and gave your own contribution for the noble cause. The conversation with them progressed too easily and for about an hour you forgot about the turmoil in your life, which was still unknown to them.

After parting away, you went straight to your professor to show him your progress. He took note of the materials you found on recent cases and dismissed you without showing any gratitude. Not even a word of appreciation.

A ping!

Jaemin: noona, doyoung hyung is picking you up at 4 but he won’t enter the campus. Be out at 4!

You let out a frustrated groan at his text. You had only met him once, when he conferred upon you the honour of connecting your phone to his server but that was not the only favour you received! He also saved his contact number with various hearts that you obviously removed after reaching home. you could only pray to heavens that he won’t be there today as well!

You made your way to the library again, this time to work on your thesis. The time passed faster than you thought. The alarm you placed earlier vibrated, indicating it was 4 already! You hastily made your bag and ran out of the library. It took 10 minutes to reach the gates of the campus. When you passed your dorms building, the idea of ditching doyoung and going to bed sounded tempting but as usual, nothing was going your way these days. You felt like the old catch 22 was in action.

You passed through the gates and looked around the road to find doyoung's car but he was nowhere to be seen. While you were scanning the whole area, a low voice called your attention.

“What are you finding, I’m right here under your nose” a voice said through gritted teeth.

Yes, he was indeed sitting in the car right in front of you and the only one you missed apparently. You walked around the car to sit on the passenger seat, the tinted windows hiding you from the outside funfair.

“What took you so long? It's 4:15 already.”

“I don’t have a car like you so I walked myself here and it’s not like I did it purposely anyway.” You contended, the annoyance in your voice matching his own.

“Whatever, we are already late so turn around. Taeyong would be mad.”

“No I’m not turning around. First that cloth bag, then the handkerchief you tied on my eyes yesterday, its painful man. I’ll lose my eyesight this way. And I can navigate the whole city from this place, you can’t hide your dungeon from me now” you reasoned. He didn’t tie your hands yesterday but your eyes were still covered.

“Then give me your scarf. I’ll cover your eyes with your own choice of article. It’s not painful or else you won’t be wearing it right! he said mockingly, pointing towards your neck.

“Umm, this scarf is act-

“Give me that already. I have some other things to handle as well.” assessing your options, you hesitantly removed the scarf, turning around to face the window immediately. Doyoung tied it across your eyes, checking the knot twice and tapped your shoulder. As you turned around, doyoung’s doe eyes widened, if that was even possible. Your collarbone and neck, which was visible through your v neck top, was covered with pretty purplish bruises. You fidgeted with your hands, flustered, feeling his eyes on you. But he remained quiet, focusing on the task at hand.

The whole drive was quiet and though your hands were not tied, you kept them on your backpack, hesitant to start any conversation. The car stopped finally, the mixed feelings coming back. The same process followed. He guided you inside but this time you passed only one door and the walk was quite shorter as well.

As doyoung was about to remove your scarf, a hand stopped him, or that was what you understood from the movements at that time.

“Silky scarf, blindfold and hickies haan! Being kinky doyoungie. She’s your sister-in-law. Show some respect boy!” a voice remarked, the air around your face suddenly filled with chocolate and coffee. You hiccupped all of a sudden, earning a chuckle from the unknown presence.

You tried to reach for the blindfold, but your hands were caught mid-air, the said hands removing it. You blinked your eyes a few times to make out the figure’s face. He was standing, mostly bending to match your stature, face smiling to show all of his teeth.

Yuta.

You, surprised, took a step back but instead bumped into the one behind you.

“I’ll take over from here, doyoung.” but fortunately, he didn’t budge. Your hold on the backpack tightened, your eyes lowered to avoid his gaze. The only thing in your view were his baggy pants and white sports shoes.

But yuta could see only you and nothing else. Taeyong wasn’t the only one awaiting your arrival. Yuta was equally anticipating you. His night was just as sleepless and anxious as you. He was afterall at the other end of the rope.

He raised your head, fingertips lightly grazing your chin. His hooded eyes roamed around your face like he was expecting you to show some contempt , hatred,nervousness! He straightened up abruptly and started tying the silk around your neck. You flinched at his touch but he remained void of any reaction. His half denim jacket and white t-shirt hid you from the surroundings, his arms almost engulfing you. He repositioned himself to match your height again, arms crossing against his chest.

“Looks like someone had a fun night.” and in a second, his honey smile changed into a smirk, letting go of any trace of earlier softer expressions. And the look on his face was enough to scare the shit out of anyone.

“Stop yuta” a taller man you recognised from yesterday as Johnny, pushed yuta aside from your view. It was then you saw that everyone was there. Including the one you were yet to encounter.

Your eyes wandered from one side to the other. Johnny let you inspect.

“Doyoung, what was the need to cover her eyes?” Johnny whispered to doyoung, breaking your trance.

“Why is everyone nagging me so much” he whined in a screeching voice.

“Karma bitch” Johnny pointed his forefinger towards him before giving his attention to you.

“Hey, how are you y/n.” he asked, his cheerful voice totally in contrast with the weather of the room.

“I’m- ummm.” you cleared your throat before continuing. “I’m fine Johnny. As fine I can be.” you mumbled the last part but he surely heard you.

“You remembered my name!” he clapped, his eyes turning into crescents. You gave him a tight lipped smile in return, waiting for some instructions. As if on cue, taeyong’s loud voice graced your ears.

“Come y/n. make yourself comfortable” he indicated towards the couches that were almost already occupied. Johnny gestured to you to proceed, walking with you. You passed yuta who was still smirking and sat on the single seat available next to taeyong. You placed your backpack on the large table in the middle of the room. It looked like a normal living room for guests, just with too many couches to accommodate the gang. You felt like an uninvited because apparently everybody was watching you like a hawk. Their stares changed sight only when yuta came to take a seat on one of the couches, exactly opposite to yours. You met his eyes briefly before turning your face towards your bag again.

Who knew the rusty zips of your bag were so interesting!

“So y/n I thought you should meet everyone. You are going to be part of this family soon. Better get acquainted with all.” taeyong addressed you while he sat on his couch majestically like a king. You heard a dry laugh and if you had to guess it had to be from jaehyun or yuta.

You didn’t understand why he wanted that. You were just a risk till yesterday and now means to discipline yuta.

And why all the formalities if you were gonna leave anyway.

“I’m going to leave anyway, taeyong. So I don’t see a need to do it!

You were too consumed to notice how your sentence turned all the heads around you. Some started giving side eyes to each other. There was something they were all missing.

“I said you could leave. But not without my permission. So, you’d be stuck for now, maybe till months or years.”

You gulped at his words. Taeyong turned your only hope into a distant dream. Maybe you were too foolish to gauge the situation.

“You want something to eat or drink before we continue” he asked in a sincere voice. Shaking your head, you rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands to stop them from moistening. There was nothing more embarrassing than to cry in front of a bunch of strangers who didn’t give a shit about you.

“No, please continue.” you emphasised again to not draw any more attention to yourself than already was. And you internally thanked Taeyong who continued as if you weren’t just gonna cry!

“You will move in with yuta on Saturday,” it was Monday. “The wedding ceremony would be held in the morning. So you have a few days to prepare, everything from your dress to every other thing you need shall be arranged. Just name it and you’ll have it!”

Wedding ceremony! That was not on the plate!

“I don’t want a cerem-

“Leave the bullshit ta-

You and yuta both cut off each other simultaneously. You glanced at his side, finding him already piercing his gaze into yours.

“There’s no need for it. The paper signing is enough. It’s not like we are in-

You knew taeyong understood what you were trying to say, so you didn’t continue. But you were already having a feeling of superiority over yuta for being the first to offer your opinion. It felt like a payback for flustering you earlier. You refrained from facing him again, your body turned towards taeyong only, but you felt satisfied with the thought of him being riled up.

“Oh, but I want a ceremony taeyong and mark is going to be the best man. He’s so excited. You can’t do that to him!” yuta emphasised through the variation in his voice. You knew he changed his argument purposely , but you maintain your cool, opting to ignore him . bear and forbear.

Taeyong raised his eyebrow at you but you shook your head again.

“I don’t think it’d be a good idea. It’s not a normal one anyway so why pretend!” you held your ground.

“You aren’t getting married to a mannequin.” yuta retracted. “I’m getting married as well and don’t anyone dare say that I made a mistake and blah blah. At last I’ll be hitching so I want a ceremony and Japanese at that!”

Oh yeah, he was Japanese. You have missed that as well.

All the other men in the room, 9 to be exact, were nodding at everything that was being said. They were unable to decide whose argument was worth taking side for. Finally Johnny spoke-

“I think y/n is right” looking at nowhere in particular, he continued. “What’s with pomp and show when it’s nothing more than an agreement”

“But if yuta hyung wants it, then why not. They are going to live together, he should have his say as well.” It was Mark who took yuta’s side. He didn’t know why but watching yuta losing ground urged him to support his brother.

You looked briefly at the boy who just argued with Johnny.

“He’s mark y/n.” taeyong said the answer you were looking for. “And he’s Jungwoo, jeno, doyoung, you have already met him, then jaehyun, johnny, renjunie, hendery. Others are busy so you’ll meet them some other day probably.”

A few waved towards you, including Mark, who shyly withdrew his hand quickly. They all probably hated you as there was no other reaction towards a person who almost put your life in danger!

“Can we get to a middle ground now? I’m already getting tired of this” jaehyun grumbled, leaning into the couch.

“Ok so, he wants a celebration of a lie! What about me then? You are all here but I have no one. I’m alone and probably will be. Because taeyong, you haven’t told me how am I going to reveal this to my friends? I may not have a family, but still there are people close to me. They are my best friends, roommate, and many others who need to know! How am I going to explain to them that their friend who didn’t even have a boyfriend, is getting married suddenly? I don’t even have parents to cover it with an arranged marriage. How to convince them? Give me a way and I’ll agree” you pointed out the very important detail that they were missing. But they needed to know that there was other side of the paper as well and your reasons were not just a cry in the wilderness.

Nobody made a sound. Everything went quite like a dark night until-

“I hope this is not the calm before a storm!” you looked over to see the person who broke the silence. It was another young man coming with a food trolley, probably from the kitchen.

“I thought we have a guest so I prepared some coffee and donuts. I hope you like sweets y/n” the man was smiling ear to ear, seeming too happy with your visit.

“I-

“I’m kun.” he introduced himself and you shook his hand. He seemed too polite for a criminal. “Have this and tell me how it is” he forcibly handed you a dessert plate with a chocolate glazed donut. You took it out of politeness but felt a bit weird to be the only one eating it. You watched him with quizzical eyes as he took one for himself and sat on the arm of your couch. Everyone was now staring at your movements.

“Eat it, eat it. These are for you and me only.” he cajoled.

You decided to take a bite and then place it back just to stop the awkwardness.

As you bit it from one side, your brain short circuited. “Holy shit, bro. What is this sorcery.” your genuine and innocent reaction made Kun laugh loudly, some of the others joined in as well.

“Thank god, you like it! I’m so glad you aren’t one of weight conscious ones, otherwise it’d have been weird.” he started munching on his own piece.

“I’m a sugar bear. I can’t live without sugar. I just had a donut in the morning but it was bleh compared to this. You are a master chef bro.” and for a minute you forgot the previous tense environment. Everyone was glad that Kun came to save the situation and except to you, it was known that obviously he heard everything from the kitchen.

“You ate one in the morning! Then it’s the last one you’re getting. Everyone help yourself. She’s not having any more!” as if they were waiting, everyone except mark and yuta picked them up.

“Mark” Kun motioned towards the tray and he grabbed one as well.

“What if I was allergic to chocolate, kun” you asked him while finishing your treat.

“Oh please! Even ten eats it.” he laughed to himself at his reference, which went over your head.

“Now coming to the point.” Everyone looked at taeyong who was already done with eating. “Y/n doesn’t want anything special so it’ll happen like that. No!yuta, lemma speak. And you y/n, it’s upon you to make your friends believe. Make up a story or do whatever you want. You don’t want to tell them about the wedding. Fine with me but do let them know at least that you have a boyfriend that you are moving in with! It’s on you both to make this arrangement believable.

“okay , sho now I shuggenly hab a voyfiend” you started speaking without even finishing the bite in your mouth. you continued once you chewed it.

“won't they be suspicious. They know exactly what I do and what I don’t. It’s almost impossible to put a façade in front of them.”

“Oh please, don’t tell me they even know from where you got those hickies” jaehyun’s curt statement was a hit below the belt. Kun was about to scold him when you elaborated his statement further to prove that he was doing nothing but burning his own fingers.

“Yes, actually they happen to know. When, where and from whom I got these. Anything else you want to ask?.” he rolled his eyes on your reply, busing himself with the delicacy instead.

“They don’t know yuta. So if you want you can introduce him to your people. He won’t be posing any problem, take my word for it.”

“I’ll go with you if you also accompany me,that I guess would be a problem for you. You don’t want to be seen with a criminal, or do you!” yuta jabbered. He was trying to push your buttons to measure your limit. But little did he know that you were far from being that easy.

“I just said I don’t want a wedding. I’ll agree to anything that is reasonable and is not degrading to me.”

“Ok then, nobody would force you to do what you don’t want.” Taeyong decided to take matters into his own hands now. “And we’ll organise a small, very intimate gathering at taeil’s office to celebrate as yuta wants. And you’ll be introduced as Mrs. Nakamoto to our corporate world.” taeyong finished gauging both of your reactions. The surname was foreign and cringing to you. But it was going to be yours, so there was nothing you could do, for now.

“What do you mean ‘our’ corporate world.” you got puzzled at his choice of words.

“You’ll find out soon and it's nothing scary, don’t worry.” Kun responded on behalf of taeyong this time, handing you your cup of coffee. “Tell me if it’s cold, I’ll-

“No it’s totally fine.” you assured him, without even taking a sip. He was being nice enough already.

“If my opinion has no value, then what am I even doing here!” yuta shouted, getting up from the seat.

“yut-

Before Kun could say anything, he stormed off. Mark tried to follow but taeyong stopped him from doing that.

“Don’t mind him. He’s a hot head.” Johnny laughed in between his bites.

You only nodded, sipping your coffee. You were glad he was gone. Sugar has always done wonders for you and it was having the same effects now as well. You were able to think more rationally now.

“One more thing” you furrowed your brows at taeyong. What was left now! “Do you want any specifications in the house? It’s my responsibility. A wedding gift you can say. If you need anything like extra closet, a more spacious kitchen-

“Kitchen?” you let out a brief chuckle at that. Everyone’s eyes were on you now. “It’ll be totally fine if I don’t even get a kitchen. I can’t cook anything besides ramyeon and salads. So I won’t even need that.”

“You are a student. Don’t you know anything basic.” It was Jungwoo who spoke in the sweeter voice than Kun's.

“No. I grew up in an orphanage and they provided us everything. I left when I started law. So all in all, I never had anyone to teach me. That’s why if you want to know best food trucks and restaurants in the city, I’m your best option.but, if that yuta knows how to cook, ask him about the kitchen.” you spoke nonchalantly .But you didn’t realise how uncomfortable the air had become. a heavy silence took over the light atmosphere.

“I’m sorry noona” Jungwoo apologised sheepishly.

“It’s fine. After all there are some things that your hacker can’t find out. only I can tell you those.” saying that, you faced taeyong again. “But if you insist, I can always use a study room.” you tried to enlighten the mood again.,ppp

“Ok. I’ll find something suitable for you both.” you hummed, not knowing what to say anymore.

“Can I go back now?”

“Yes, doyoung will drop you.”

“No, I’ll go with her.” Johnny said, grabbing your attention. He didn’t look sulky like doyoung so, it’d be fine, you guess.

They said you goodbyes. Mark seemed hesitant to even look at you, but you couldn’t care less. He was just a stranger after all.

Yuta couldn’t realise why everyone was trying to be so nice to you. Till yesterday, he was allowed to put a gun on her head but now every being was against him. He didn’t know why he was so furious at Taeyong, to force him to marry you or for dragging Mark into this mess. Taeyong knew how to play dirty, but yuta never thought he’d use his own brother. There was no option for him as well, as taeyong has said. He showed interest in a fucking celebration to contradict you, but you were not backing down and that felt like a punch to his gut.

He drove towards his stress reliever. The infamous Japanese club, the only place where he could drown his sorrows.

The club was packed despite it being Monday. That was one thing he liked about it, you’ll never be disappointed in this place.

“ゆた!” The hostess chimed seeing yuta. “久しぶり” [ long time, no see!]

He signed her to give him 2 shots. She did as told but her gaze was following yuta’s, which rested on her cleavage. He came here only for 2 things after all.

He gulped the drink in a second without blinking an eye.

“バックルーム” [ back room]

She wasn’t someone to be told twice. She handed her hand towel to her co-worker and followed the path. Who was she to reject him after all?

He drove back silently again. The relief he felt was all dissipated now. Instead his mind was already wandering towards you. Your headstrong attitude was troubling him. his plans were all down and out. He hated you , from the moment he laid his eyes on you. You acted like you were invincible but he knew it was just a mask to protect yourself.

He had noticed how you rubbed your eyes to hide your disappointment for you didn’t want to appear weak. All he had to do now was to find a vulnerable part of you, to hit you where it’d hurt the most. It’d be last time he lost to you.

Afterall, beginning is always easy, it is continuing that’s hard!

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Chapter 29

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Talltail’s vision was blurry from lack of sleep, and the sunlight streaming through the sparse trees stung his eyes. He trailed behind the border patrol of Fawnleap, Aspenfall, Appledawn, and Mistmouse, sniffing and re-sniffing every bush they passed.

“You already sniffed that tree,” Fawnleap said.

Talltail blinked at him and took a heartbeat too long to respond as he tried to process the sentence. “Just double checking” he mumbled.

“You look like a half chewed badger carcass,” Aspenfall commented. “No offense. But you could probably use another grooming when we get back. StarClan knows I could use a nap too.”

“Thanks for the suggestion.” Talltail replied, not hiding the sharpness in his tone very well.

Fawnleap looked at him a bit longer. “We’re all a bit nervous on this border, but I think it’s been quiet for a while. Don’t worry so much.'' He was clearly trying to ease Talltail’s obvious nerves, but it wasn’t working.

Talltail would never feel at ease on the border with ShadowClan. He tried not to look for the place where Brackenwing had fallen. Even now he swore ShadowClan scent marked the grass, waiting to see Darkpaw signal another ambush. Mistmouse insisted it was just floating over through the tunnel, and a lone apprentice didn’t make an invasion anyway. Talltail didn’t believe that wretched apprentice cared about his clan's rules. But there was nothing to be done about it. His lack of sleep did make him a little more paranoid than normal, as he constantly second guessed whether his senses could be trusted. Worse was that his clanmates started wondering too.

“Are you still having those nightmares?” Fawnleap whispered after Talltail had finally left the bush alone. “I overheard Briarpaw saying you were having bad dreams. What are they about?”

“Foxes,” Talltail lied, “just a whole load of foxes. I think I fell asleep on moss that smelled of one.”

“I had a fox dream last week!” Fawnleap gasped “It was the size of a deer, but it had a lizard tail for some reason?”

Talltail tuned Fawnleap out as he went on about foxes with lizard feet and wings or whatever nonsense had crept into his head that time. Fawnleap made valiant efforts to engage with Talltail and pretend like everything was still fine between their old friends, when his siblings had both since given up on him. The chatty tom usually did most of the talking himself since Talltail didn’t carry conversations well these days.

When they reached the end of the patrol, Appledawn turned back to him as they started to split off.

“Talltail, we’re going to play leap-stones in the heather meadow, would you like to come? Dawnstripe’s going to meet us there.” She offered

“Yes, the rains have finally been away long enough for the ground to dry. It’s a nice day for it.” Mistmouse encouraged.

Talltail shook his head. “Thanks, but there’s a mole nest I was meaning to check out. I’m going to hunt for a while.”

“Alright, but if you change your mind...We could always use another player.” Appledawn said and the two mollies padded off together after Fawnleap, who had already bounded ahead.

The offer was made out of politeness, he was sure. Talltail watched them go a bit sadly. He did want to go, and lounging in the meadow with the sun right overhead sounded preferable to tracking back through the mole hills. But his restless energy wouldn’t let him be idle and content, no matter how his eyelids drooped.

Mole hills were easy enough to find, but the digging was less fun. Talltail’s nightmares were still floating around in his head, and were unfortunately not as simple as being chased by foxes as he’d told Fawnleap. The scrape of his claws in the shallow soil brought the images he’d seen the night before flashing through his head. In this dream, he’d been digging for moles, or maybe rabbits, sure that if he didn’t make this catch, he would starve and die, and so would everyone else. But his claws turned brittle, cracked and bloody, and became useless to him as if he were trying to claw the ground with wet leaves.

He hissed in pain as his paw caught on a rock. He wasn’t in the mood for eating moles at all right now. But so persistent were his dreams that he wondered, maybe if he successfully caught a real mole, it would ease the guilt he felt from failing in his dreams. How about that? Guilt for failing a hunt in my dreams, for StarClan’s sake.

He was thinking so hard about not thinking about his dreams, that he ended up too distracted to catch the field mouse that shot past him. Talltail turned in an instant and leapt after it, letting his instincts guide his claws. If he didn’t catch something soon, he would lose it. But the mouse was gaining on a thick bramble patch he’d never be able to get inside. Suddenly a golden blur shot out and pounced on the creature, Talltail nearly fell over his paws trying to stop himself before he crashed into Dawnstripe. She held the mouse in her jaws and twitched her whiskers in amusement

“That was a close one,” she said as she dropped the limp mouse at her paws. “These bramble patches are such a pain to hunt in, aren’t they?”

“Y-yes. Good catch.” Talltail said. “I...I thought you were meeting Appledawn in the meadow?”

“I will. You don’t want to come?”

Talltail sighed “I told myself I’d catch a few moles on my way back. Still haven't had any luck…”

“There’s a hunting patrol headed back now, the clan will last the day, especially if you take this mouse back.”

“I...just feel better when I’m hunting.” Talltail said hastily.

Dawnstripe hummed “I still get the feeling you're trying to prove something. But you have, Talltail. You're a warrior now, it’s greenleaf and the clan is cared for. You can have fun sometimes too.”

“Hunting is fun.” Talltail said quickly.

“Yes, but so are other things. Your clanmates feel like you're a stranger sometimes, you know.”

Talltail hung his head in defeat and frustration, but he relented a bit. “Dawnstripe...I feel like I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing as a warrior.”

Dawnstripe blinked at him in confusion “What do you mean? You’re patrolling, and hunting a lot.”

“I know but...Before all my focus was on becoming a warrior. I had a stricter schedule as an apprentice, and an obvious goal to focus my sights on. Now I’ve accomplished it, and I don’t know what my goal is anymore. I don’t know what I should do differently, without you telling me each day what my task is. I hunt when I can, but I feel like I'm wandering aimlessly.”

“You can do independent tasks now.” Dawnstripe replied simply, “Reedfeather will assign you to a specific one when it needs getting done. You are doing what you're supposed to be doing, Talltail.”

Then why doesn’t it feel like enough? He didn’t want to confess to her how unsatisfying his warrior ceremony had been. It would sound like an insult to her, to say what she had been preparing him for wasn’t enough. Especially when he had no idea how to describe why he felt the way he did.

“You’re right, of course Dawnstripe. I guess warrior is still a title I'm not used to.”

“You know if there’s one thing I learned from mentoring you, it's that you are often your own worst enemy. You’re a brilliant hunter, and you only start misstepping when you overexert yourself and over think.”

“If I knew how to turn my thoughts off, I would.” It was harsher then he wanted it to be and he instantly regretted it.

But Dawnstripe didn’t flinch away. She head butted his shoulder affectionately. “I know it troubles you. You know Talltail, even if I’m no longer responsible for you, I am still here. You can talk to me.”

His anxious scent wouldn’t stop giving him away, and he held his tail under his back foot to keep it from lashing in frustration at how transparent he was. “I know, Dawnstripe. That means a lot. But I’ll keep hunting for now, practice keeps my paws busy. I’ll meet you back at camp this evening. I’ll take your mouse back for you. Have fun with Appledawn.”

Dawnstripe gazed at him for a heartbeat longer and padded away towards the meadow. Dawnstripe had done enough for him. He couldn’t ask her to try and ease him anymore.

He returned to hunting moles, but even if he caught one, he knew it wouldn’t really help the itch he felt.

The more days went by, the more sure he was that his father really had been right all along. Moor running wasn’t satisfying him, but he didn’t know what would. Perhaps his persistent dreams were telling him that. Whether he was chasing or being chased, he always felt helpless and useless, and he never saved any cat he saw being buried. Running did him no good. He was just never fast enough.

***

Talltail returned to camp in a bad mood. Cloudrunner and Redclaw were unimpressed with him as well. He’d gotten carried away in the team hunt and missed Cloudrunner’s signal to him. He had been so sure that he would have been able to catch that rabbit on his own if he’d just been a little faster. But it had outpaced him and he’d accidentally driven it away from the other two, so the patrol returned with nothing. However short Talltail was with Cloudrunner who had been passive-aggressively scolding him the whole way home, he was more frustrated with himself. He avoided hunting in teams as much as possible these days for a reason.

To make matters worse, Woollycloud was waiting for him, offering him a friendly smile, but his bushy tail swished anxiously. Here we go, Talltail thought with a subtle eye-roll.

“No luck?” Woollycloud mewed sympathetically. “Well, every cat has bad days.”

“I seem to have a lot of bad days lately.” Talltail mumbled to himself.

“Are you...doing alright Talltail? Dawnstripe tells me you’ve been distracted on team hunts lately and…”

“I understand. I’ll take more solo hunts by myself to make up for it.”

“That’s not what I mean. She’s worried is all.”

“There’s nothing to worry over. I suppose I’m just not as good a hunter as I used to be.”

“You’re not ageing Talltail.” Woollycloud was clearly trying very hard to keep his tone light. “I only get the feeling… events from the past still weigh on you.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it again Woollycloud.” Talltail said through gritted teeth.

Why was the old tom always badgering him? Couldn’t he be occupied enough with badgering Palebird? He was always trying to coax her into hunts or games. But Talltail didn’t want to be treated like a fragile mouse.

“I know things have changed very quickly in WindClan. Three moons may not be enough time to recover from a particularly hard passing but--”

“No, maybe it’s not!” Talltail snapped.

It was always going to come flooding out if he kept getting bothered by some cat. Talltail was a badly built dam ready to burst apart when the current edged one more branch out of place. “Maybe it is for you, to just forget everything my father worked for, let Heatherstar erase it all and just go on like none of it mattered and do nothing about it, but it’s not so easy for me to ignore. It’s not fair. You may be content to lie around and take advantage of Palebird while she can barely feed herself, but I have other things I wish I could focus on!”

Woollycloud flattened his ears. His eyes widened with hurt and Talltail instantly felt a fresh wave of guilt crash over him. That was so unfair! How could you say something like that!? Woollycloud wasn’t conniving, and he would never try to take advantage of any cat. Palebird had lost her best friend and mate on the same day. He was trying to be there for a grieving clanmate however she needed, StarClan knew she needed something, and Talltail certainly wasn’t helping. But he was too angry to take it back, he just wanted Woollycloud to leave him alone and not bother with him anymore. Maybe hurting his feelings was the only thing that would make him see that.

“I just want to help you, Talltail,” Woollycloud's voice cracked.

“Well I can’t be helped! I was always taught that when something goes wrong, I need to do something to fix it. I can’t fix Heatherstar, and I can’t fix the state of the clan. Nothing I do will be enough. You know, It’s not fair for a cat to do something horrible, and then just be allowed to go off and live their life happily, with no one acknowledging what was done wrong. It’s not right, I don’t care what any cat says. I can’t sleep anymore! Something must be done.”

He whipped around to stalk away, leaving Woollycloud standing there. The old tunneler didn’t come after him again. Talltail stopped and stared at his paws as his own words sunk in, he hadn’t dwelled on the thoughts directly but saying them aloud, it made sense. It was the only loose end he couldn’t ever tie up here.

When he lay awake in camp that night, he could not make himself lift his eyes to face the stars. He did not know what he was afraid to see, but he couldn’t do it all the same. The pinpoints of light reminded him of the gaze of that terrible creature in his dream by the Moonstone. That stupid, confusing dream...But it came to him there in the walls of Mothermouth, it couldn’t have meant nothing. With all the time available to him for his mind to wander, he traced his memory back to the nursery tale that had triggered one of his first memorable night terrors. It was a silly story, clearly an exaggerated telling. But all clan stories came from something, and all of them had meaning buried within. It was about a cat that had returned from the brink of death and all he brought with him was rot, rot eating him from the inside out. He became first a nuisance, and then a real hazard to all of his clanmates. Talltail remembered the desecrated remains of the unstable stone-skinned cat of his dreams, how the very moor wilted and died under its careless touch.

If it was for the best that he left, if he could bring his clan no real good, then let that destructive potential at least be turned on some cat that deserved it.

Maybe that was what it all meant. The restless emptiness he felt... Maybe he could fill it with something else. For just a moment it was snuffed out and replaced with burning fury; the thing that had offered to fill the hollow feeling in his chest before when he sometimes spotted the rogue in his dreams. Cold claws pressed against the hole inside him. This time Talltail did not try to chase it away or suppress it. It wasn’t enough to simply hope that StarClan could punish a cat that had run beyond their skies... Someone had to do more.

The moor itself had felt strange and hostile for moons. This idea had already taken root in the back of his mind long ago, ever since he woke up to watch the visitor leave from camp, and again the night he got his name, but he’d been too hesitant. Trying, and failing, to be the best warrior wasn’t working. But this was a new direction. Something to look forward to, better than the useless nothing he saw for himself otherwise, dragging himself through day after pointless day. And he’d hold onto this new light as long as he needed to. He could sink his claws into it and hold himself up. It wasn’t just an option, it was the only option.

“Talltail…”

Talltail looked up. It was Woollycloud again. He’d still been watching him, debating trying to approach a second time. Despite everything, he was persistent as ever.

“I don’t want to push, I really don’t,” he said, eyes tired and pleading. “Please, if you would just talk to some cat, maybe not me, but--”

“I will Woollycloud.” Talltail replied quickly.

His tone was surprisingly lighter. It was easier to muster up a more falsely positive tone, as the relief that came from having a new direction in sight washed over him. This had to be what these restless feelings were pointing to. He was sure Sandstone would agree.

“I promise.” Talltail insisted when Woollycloud eyed him suspiciously, “I know how to make it better. I’m sorry, really I am, for having been such a pain. I owe you a lot. I promise I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I want you to look after my mother.``

“W-what? I mean, thank you Talltail, but...”

“I’ll go talk with Heatherstar. Thank you.” He said and quickly padded off, leaving Woollycloud again to stare after him.

***

Talltail had to quickly admit to himself that speaking to Heatherstar was a lie. He’d just watched Plumclaw stomp away from a discussion with their leader about which tunnels they were allowed to keep open. Heatherstar didn’t look happy herself, but she was firm on the matter. Talltail couldn’t help feeling some frustration towards her as well, for not allowing him to try and uphold his fathers legacy. But who are you kidding? His little voice in his ear hissed, Even if she had let you try, you would have made a mess of things. Heatherstar was protective of her ruling, aware not every cat was happy about it. The last thing she’d want to hear about was a warrior thinking of leaving, so soon after swearing his warriors oath.

As he stood there facing her den, a rumbling raspy voice made Talltail jump.

“Are you looking for council with our leader, or are you going to stand there like a moon-struck hare all day?”

Hawkheart was lying in the shadow of an overhanging stone, watching Talltail with his dark yellow gaze.

“I…” Talltail stuttered, “N-No. No, I was just spacing out.”

“Hm.” Hawkheart sounded unconvinced. “Well make up your mind. Doubt left to fester can be dangerous. WindClan needs warriors who know where they belong.”

Talltail stared at the old medicine cat. His words felt too pointed to be without meaning, as if he knew what was on his mind. Perhaps he’d agreed with Talltail’s feelings all along. Hawkheart wanting him to leave wouldn’t surprise him.

“Why?” challenge creeped into Talltail’s voice, “Do you know what I would want to ask her about?”

“Not exactly, no.” Hawkheart purred, as rough and unfriendly as a purr could be, “I don’t actually know everything. I just have unusually reliable hunches. I’m not going to tell you what to do. But you’d better make some decision. Don’t just stand there with your paws rooted to the ground forever. Cats are starting to look at you funny.”

Talltail looked over his shoulder and saw Heatherstar had glanced in his direction. She blinked questioningly at him, as he stood a couple fox-lengths from her den. He dipped his head to her awkwardly and turned away.

He was never going to get Heatherstar’s blessing. It was foolish to try. He didn’t have the guts to tell her to her face what he was planning to do, because he had to do it no matter what she said. No worthy warrior would think of it, but he never felt like a worthy warrior to begin with. Perhaps the faster he did what he wanted to do, the faster she could forget about him. If WindClan continued on when they lost two great and noble warriors in Sandstone and Brackenwing...then losing one like him was nothing they could not move on from. He padded away.

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#cw depression #cw self loathing #FRU29 #chapter 29

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dani-of-the-cosmos · 5 years ago

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*how the signs are acting during quarantine*

~with a touch of unsolicited advice: my venus in cancer’s specialty~

<3 pick your sun, moon, rising, mars, mercury, venus, or dominant sign <3

aries

overall, restless. the day seems to drag on and on, and they cope with it by playing video games and snapchatting someone every 20 seconds. self-hatred lingers in the back of their mind, because of all the time they have to analyze themselves. at random times (usually at night), they may be hit with big waves of profound emotions, where they just need to cry it out and acknowledge how lost they feel. may wonder what their purpose is, or where they fit in in the big scheme of the world. gets philosophical, but not in that condescendingly vague, optimistic way--they truly want answers, because the nothingness is just getting to be too much.

taurus

is actually doing pretty okay. is reading a lot about how they can improve themselves, and probably have a few google docs open with plans on how to upgrade their life. they’ve probably started a garden of some sort, or bought some plants to take care of. the day may seem to pass by quickly for them. they fill their time with watching movies and discovering new recipes to cook. has started getting more sleep, which makes their alluring eyes even more beautiful. the downside is that they may feel a bit groggy, or their head feels heavy, because even the most security-loving, routine-oriented zodiac sign needs some variety.

gemini

getting really excited about all these new methods for self-improvement: exercise, mental health, new projects, clearing their skin, etc. is consistent with these newfound activities for a few days, then gets annoyed when they don’t have 45 inch hips, a 22 inch waist and graceful, 11-shaped abs after less than a week of the chloe ting hourglass program. talks on the phone as they sit on the toilet. watches youtube videos about how to achieve the glow-up that they crave, but can never commit to a single video’s advice. wants something exciting to happen in their life, so they lean into their big emotions and taboo curiosities to compensate for the lack of stimulation. on their phone a LOT.

cancer

has gotten even more beautiful since the quarantine started. loves the simplicity they’re getting accustomed to, but also constantly worries if they’re “making the most” of all this free time. probably will scold themselves after all this is over for not being more disciplined during self-isolation. goes on walks outside a lot, and finds that connecting with nature significantly boosts their mood. observes the quiet beauty around them as a way to cope with the universal chaos of our world. since cancer tends to be a very empathetic sign, they may feel like a sponge for fatigue and suffering whenever they read the news. being aware of the world is great and necessary, but take care of yourself, cancer. know when to take a break from the news.

leo

is really excited about reinventing themselves--they want it all! new clothes, improved mindset, cleaner room, a kinder social circle, new hair--the works. they want to bust out of quarantine looking even more striking than before, with a wardrobe reflecting their new style. probably has either already done something drastic to their hair (like dying it, or the dreaded 2 am impulsive bangs cut), or is at least seriously considering it. really wants to get out of their house and camp out on the beach or something--they miss seeing their friends face-to-face, and try to make up for it by calling them to hear their voices. is irritated that they happened to be born at a time where the pivotal years of their life are being wasted by such an awful series of world events.

virgo

has upgraded their bedroom to look as aesthetically pleasing and soothing as possible. their social life has most likely downsized to 2-3 super close and genuine friends that they call, text, and/or facetime with daily. since virgo is a mutable sign, they’ve probably done a great job adjusting to their surroundings and are helping their family with domestic tasks. however, they may feel anxious, and unsatisfied with their current mindset and resources, so they feel the urge to expand their horizons and feed their genius mind as much as possible! it may be hard to find motivation, virgo, but the world needs a physical manifestation of your potential right now. if you have an idea you want to pursue but are too scared to, take the plunge. this sounds cheesy and cliche but, this is your sign to start!

libra

reminisces a lot about the past. thinks about how they would have handled past situations differently, and mentally shames themselves for it. is probably doing a lot of self-reflection, which is good for their sweet hearts and furthers the progress of their mental health, but also depresses them, as libra energy tends to be highly critical of itself. sleeping in too late and talking aloud to themselves at ungodly hours of the night. finds their mind going on the philosophical route more often than usual. might be posting passive-aggressive mood quotes on instagram

scorpio

is actually exercising pretty consistently like they said they would. their body has been getting curvalicious and toned, and to that i say WOOHOO GO SCORPIO! however, they’ve probably completely messed up their entire sleep schedule, and may be practically nocturnal some days. probably feels really emotional at the moment, and is overwhelmed with the amount of pain in the world that they wish they could singlehandedly stop. may be pretty loner-ish at the moment, and is probably not very active on their social media, because they’re realizing who their truest friends are. scorpio does well with transformation (they’re ruled by pluto, the planet of regeneration) so rest assured, they will emerge from quarantine new and improved!

sagittarius

is eating too much junk food. sagittarius, if you’re reading this right now, PUT DOWN THE CHIPS BUDDY BOY. is probably finding ways to hang out with their friends in person, like yelling across the sidewalk to them while wearing a mask. has been super active on social media regarding current social justice issues. feels enormous compassion for the oppressed and has been signing petitions at the speed of light. probably getting in fights with their family and being a little feistier than usual. i can’t blame them though...sagittarius is a sign that needs entertainment, so they’re gonna be a little punchy in this stagnant yet catastrophic time.

capricorn

has established a daily routine that keeps them feeling grounded and stable. they may realize how little they’ve actually prioritized their own joy in the past, and they’re using quarantine as a way to get to know themselves again. purchases luxury pajamas and is most likely drinking a hot beverage in a mug right now. probably on a health kick. is getting even closer with their closest friends, and basically forgets about acquaintances. cuddling their pets a lot (or fantasizing about adopting a pet if they don’t have one). misses putting on mascara and stepping into that cute skirt, because that sPeCiAL pErSoN isn’t there to see it lol

aquarius

thinking about ways they can make money. getting bursts of hyper inspiration to flip their life around and start working super hard for their dream life. is masking hopelessness, and finds themselves pondering the fragility of human life. may experience thoughts of nihilism that they don’t act on, and is increasingly worried about the state of their environment. is stuck between feeling motivated and believing in their ability to positively transform, and getting depressed and detached from their earthly obligations.

pisces

probably painting their nails a lot. is finding ways to put a little spice of excitement in their life--like making a nice breakfast (at 4 pm, which is like an hour after they wake up lately), giving their pet a concert of them, naked, singing ski mask the slump god songs into a hairbrush they’re pretending is a microphone. stares at themselves in the mirror for too long, letting their insecurities get the best of them. has probably gotten in touch with their grandparents (or any other relatives they usually don’t keep in close touch with) over the phone. may be dealing with worsened anxiety and feelings of depression at this time, and sleeps a lot to try to escape it. their room might be pretty messy at the moment as well, which they’re overly hard on themselves for. pisces: you are such a uniquely sweet and tender soul. take it one day at a time and never underestimate the power of reaching out to someone <3

#aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #the signs during quarantine #covid-19 #quarantine #unsolicited advice #i'm psychic i know #astrology #astrologytrash05

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nanoland · 4 years ago

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drowstiel fic in progress

title: Clean Hands

fandom: Supernatural

pairings: Crowley/Castiel, Crowley/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester

blurb: In which Crowley is no one's first choice and he's totally fine with that! :) Really! :) :) :)

warnings: smut, cannibalism, demons getting themselves Extremely murdered

Trumpets sounded. Mortar cracked. The ceiling collapsed, squashing half of Crowley’s court, and holy, horrifying light flooded into every corner.

“We are going,” Castiel growled, storming up to the throne and grabbing him by the scruff, “for a drink.”

Crowley’s tail twitched, wordlessly instructing his bodyguards to stand down. “Um. Fine?”

“Now.”

“Alright, alright. Where?”

“I don’t care.”

So Crowley teleported them to a cosy little nook in Finland, highly ranked among his personal favourites and unknown to any colleagues or enemies. It had a roaring fireplace, generously padded chairs, thick faux fur rugs, and a table by a window through which one could watch snow gently blanketing the city of Rovaniemi.

They ordered Koskenkorva and cider and Salmari and beer – or rather, Crowley did, while Castiel stared broodingly into the fire – and competed to see who could get totally hammered first.

Castiel won. Castiel always won.

“Coke?” Crowley offered.

Scowling, the angel mumbled, “No. Nnn-o. Dean drinks Coke. Dean bought me a Coke once. Said I should try it. He always wants me to try things. Bacon and Star Wars and cowboy paraphernalia. Human things. Never wants to recipra… recipe… recital… never wants to try my things. Angel things. One-way street. Always.”

“Mmm. I can understand how that might feel invalidating, kitten. However, I was in fact offering you cocaine. Top-quality stuff, of course. Or weed?”

“Oh. Uhh – no. Thank you. Can I sit in your lap?”

With a put-upon sigh, Crowley settled back into his chair.

A woman seated across the room tutted disapprovingly as Castiel clambered onto him, twisting this way and that until he’d made himself comfortable with his legs dangling over the arm rest and his tousled head heavy on Crowley’s shoulder.

Looking her way with a pleasant, if carnivorous smile, Crowley said, “Your husband’s name is Verner. Your sister’s name is Aurelia. They’re currently having sex in your kitchen. Her bare, perky arse is resting on your oven mittens – the nice ones with the canary pattern. If you leave right now, you can catch them at it.”

“You are an abomination,” Castiel murmured into his neck as she bolted.

“You’re an absurdity,” he countered, sniffing his hair. Cheap shampoo. Cheap conditioner. Wood smoke, presumably from the boys’ latest hunt. Traces of blood. Traces of God.

The fire crackled. They drank some more.

“I gave Dean a feather,” Castiel said. “One of mine. It’s what we do to show loyalty. Admiration. When I served Heaven, I received feathers from various admirers every week.”

He sounded smug.

Adorable.

“It wasn’t sexual, mind,” he added, quickly.

“Of course.”

“Nor romantic. We don’t engage in such things. Nonetheless, it was meaningful. Is meaningful.”

“And Dean, I imagine, didn’t realize that.”

“Obviously not. I wasn’t expecting him to. He’s a human; why should he understand our customs? But I thought… I thought he’d at least ask. I was prepared for him to ask. I had an explanation ready to go. And then he didn’t. He took the feather, looked embarrassed, smiled, thanked me, and returned to doing Sam’s laundry.”

“Ouch.”

“I’ve never been so humiliated.”

Crowley gave him a consoling kiss, which he returned hungrily, though not cruelly. In this, Castiel was never cruel. Only demanding. Which was fine; Crowley liked being in demand.

When Castiel withdrew his questing tongue, he looked unsatisfied. (Brattish.) “Why must you always lurk so deep? Come forward. I want to see you.”

Huffing, like it wasn’t something he was asked to do and gladly did every time, Crowley let himself slide from his host’s brain into his eyeballs, turning them crimson; from his chest to his tongue, causing his breath to stink of petrol and graveyard dirt; from his veins to his extremities, prompting his fingernails and toenails to adopt a distinctly claw-like appearance. His expensive black socks would be ruined. “Better, birdy?”

Immediately, Castiel returned to kissing him. (Really, it felt as though he was trying to suck Crowley from his host’s mouth into his own.

Like he wants to eat me.

Crowley shivered happily.)

Drawing back, Castiel said, “Take us to a hotel room. I want to touch your penis.”

“I live but to serve.”

It had taken Crowley a while to work out what Castiel’s odd sexual ministrations made him feel like; a stim toy. The angel liked nothing more than to fiddle with him. To tug at his chest hair, to pluck at his nipples until they were plump and rosy, and yes, to poke and pat and play with his cock until Crowley whimpered.

“I don’t understand why he’s so reluctant to open up to me,” Castiel sighed, breath-taking on black silk sheets and settled between Crowley’s thighs, twirling grey-streaked pubic hair around his index finger.

“I like opening up to you,” said Crowley, and demonstrated.

Castiel lowered his head and peered appreciatively. “Your vessel is so much furrier than mine. Like you’ve glued a badger’s pelt between your buttocks.”

Some might have found a fuckbuddy who had only two settings – i.e. ‘the worst dirty talk conceivable’ and ‘pining for another man’ – frustrating. Crowley had long since put such petty grievances aside, because he was emotionally mature. Worldly. Smooth. Definitely not because he craved Castiel’s presence all day long and whispered his name to the stars at night.

“Hurry up and stick it in me, you twat.”

As Castiel hoisted Crowley’s legs over his shoulders, he stroked the hair there too. “Mmm. So fluffy. Honestly, with all this to keep you warm, I don’t see why you have to cover yourself in so many layers.”

“You’re one to talk! You’d wear that trench to the scorching outback if you got half the chance.”

“Temperature isn’t a factor for me. Besides, Dean likes me wearing it. It gives him a sense of continuity that he lacks in other areas of his life.”

Castiel couldn’t tell the difference between a groan of pleasure and a groan of exasperation. That was for the best.

Afterwards, Crowley arranged his host such that the majority of his weight rested on Castiel’s chest. So far, it was the only reliable way to ensure he didn’t get dressed and leave the moment they were done.

“Were you busy?” Castiel asked, panting. “When I entered Hell? You probably were. You’re always busy. You work even harder than Raphael used to.”

“Never too busy for you, pet,” he purred, punctuating his assurance with a saucy wiggle.

Castiel’s phone rang.

Castiel actually answered it (rather than his usual reaction to ringing phones – his or Crowley’s – when they were in bed, which was to narrow his eyes at them until their screens cracked and they leaked smoke), which meant it was Dean.

“I am needed,” he announced, rolling Crowley off him.

With a mocking salute, Crowley slithered into the warm spot his body had left. “Godspeed, mighty warrior. Try not to lose any more feathers.”

Fumbling with his tie, Castiel said, “I’m planning to give him one more. A second chance. If he doesn’t react appropriately, I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

The tie was abandoned, flopping half-knotted against his crisp white shirt. “I’ll be back for more sex. Goodbye.”

With that, he was gone.

Under his stolen skin, Crowley curled into a smoky ball and cursed the whole world.

‘Never too busy for you,’ he’d told Castiel.

‘My door’s always open,’ he’d promised Dean.

But surely they both understood that if they were going to summon him in the middle of the working day, they would, occasionally, be interrupting something?

“Is that a kidney?” said Dean, staring at the bloody lump in Crowley’s hand.

Flustered, Crowley popped it into his mouth and swallowed it. The thought occurred, a second later, that his instinctive, perfectly normal as per demon etiquette attempt to make the situation less awkward might have been ill-advised.

“I’ll just go, shall I?” he muttered dejectedly.

Dean shook his head, sighing. “Nah. Won’t make me unsee it. But we’re not kissing.”

“Could brush my teeth? Suck on a mint?”

“No. Now get your pants off. I don’t have all day.”

Dear boy. He wasn’t always like this. Often, Crowley appeared in the circle to find him red-eyed, puffy-nosed, and at least slightly drunk, and he’d touch Crowley without saying a word all evening. Other times, he’d be wound tight, buzzing with frustration after a hunt gone wrong or a fight with Castiel or Sam. On such occasions, sex would be more like a wrestling match, Dean’s quick reflexes and pickpocket cunning pitted against Crowley’s ability to lift a car with one hand, and after they’d brutalised one another for a few hours Dean would slide off Crowley’s cock with a bone-deep groan of satisfaction and sleep like the dead. Those times tended to be Crowley’s favourites.

But this was nice, too. Brisk, rude, faux-impatient – today, Dean was in a good mood. And Dean in a good mood meant one thing and one thing only.

“Jesus fu-aaah,” Crowley exhaled, having barely slipped his 100% virgin wool trousers down his thighs before the hunter entered the circle, dropped smoothly to his knees, and latched onto the waiting erection like there was a panel of judges mere metres away and a million dollar cash prize on the line.

Dean Winchester wasn’t nearly as good at sex as he thought he was. But he always, always tried his best, and sometimes that raw enthusiasm was erotic enough all on its own.

“So,” said Dean, pulling back to study his work with that critical mechanic’s eye. “Something weird happened the other day.”

“Really? To you?”

“No, not normal Winchester-brand weird. No new apocalypses brewing, far as I’m aware. Just… y’know. Odd.”

Abruptly, he stood up, wiping his lips, and took Crowley by the arm. Sweeping the edge of his shoe through the circle, he all-but-frogmarched him across the room to the old mattress he’d set up in a corner specifically for these occasions.

(They didn’t always have sex in a grimy abandoned shed three miles from the nearest road. Sometimes they had sex in grimy abandoned cars with wheels buried in knee-deep weeds or, when Dean was feeling unusually romantic, dive bar bathrooms. Crowley didn’t care. He’d fucked Napoleon III in a haystack once.)

Absentmindedly arranging Crowley to his liking, Dean said, “Cas gave me a feather.”

Unnoticed by Dean, every microorganism within a seventy-foot radius – excepting those within his own body – died in a flash of hellfire. “Oh?”

“Yeah. And not, like, a pigeon feather or whatever. One of his. Weird, right?”

“Mm. Very.”

Dean thrust into him, business-like. “You read a lot, yeah? Probably even more than Sammy. Ever found a book that analyses – I dunno – weird angel shit? Or ancient prophecies involving angel feathers?”

Goddamn rotten bloody humiliation kink, he thought moodily, feeling his cock begin to leak. Probably done more to damage my reputation than that time Lilith caught me sneaking into David Cameron’s bedroom wearing a silk chemise and a British Lop. “Not that I can recall, no.”

Giving his arse a friendly smack, Dean said, “C’mon. You gotta know something. Or, if you don’t, you gotta have a theory. I know that nasty li’l brain of yours never stops working. Why would an angel give a human a feather?”

The deranged, beautiful monster hadn’t stopped buggering him.

Even worse, Crowley hadn’t stopped liking it.

“Alright, alright,” he groaned, fingernails surreptitiously sharpening as he dragged them over the mattress. “Stop. Lemme think for a moment. No, no, scratch that. Absolutely do not stop. Oh fuck, fuck, please don’t stop.”

“Crowley,” Dean whined, and while he’d have loved to think that he was whining in passion, he knew better.

“Look, it’s a gift, yeah? He gave you a gift. Use – fuurgh – use your brain, squirrel. Why do people usually give gifts?”

A big, calloused hand wrapped around his cock. “Birthdays. Bribes. To say thank you. To say sorry. Hey, could that be it? Has he… aw, shit, has he done something stupid behind my back? Again? And he doesn’t want to admit it but he’s feeling guilty so he’s giving me weird presents? I bet that’s it.”

Crowley wasn’t certain what language he used to say, “Jesus Christ, you’re both beyond hope,” in the seconds before he came. He was only just mentally present enough to make sure it wasn’t English.

After finishing off with a hearty grunt, Dean belly-flopped onto the mattress next to him. “Fuck yeah, man. That was great. Wonder if I can use it for something? A bona fide angel feather’s gotta have serious mojo, right?”

Facedown and breathing into the pillow, Crowley made a ‘who knows?’ gesture.

“Maybe it could be made into a weapon,” Dean murmured, gently stroking Crowley’s scalp. “There’s precedent. The First Blade was a mule’s jawbone. Or maybe I could write with it – like a quill. Heh, imagine a devil’s trap drawn with an angel’s feather. That would fuck you guys up, right?”

“Sure,” Crowley rasped, lifting his head. “Why not?”

Dean yawned. “So how’s Hell? Been about a month since we last did this, so… what’s that… about a decade down there? Had any problems? Moved the furniture around?”

“No. Hell doesn’t change much these days. Lilith was the innovator. Always installing a new lake of fire here, a new torture chamber there; slaughtering her political opponents en masse; throwing out promotions and demotions and beheadings left and right. Not my style. I prefer stability. Behind my back, they say that I’m the most boring monarch Hell’s ever had. Well, no – they say that wherever they want. When they’re behind my back, they try to stab me.”

He rolled over, wincing at a twinge in his well-used arse.

“Stability’s great and all,” Dean mumbled, sounding half-asleep. “And for real, I think it’s cool that you’ve made Hell so much less… torture-y. But y’ever think about aiming higher?”

“Eh?”

“Making Hell not suck, I mean. You know? Not just stable but actually tolerable for everyone who’s gotta live there. Now and then when I’m ganking some demon dickbag, I start thinking that maybe they wouldn’t always be causing so much trouble on Earth if they liked being in Hell more.”

Crowley laughed. Long and loud. “Where’s this coming from? Is this a Sam idea? It sounds like a Sam idea. Your bleeding-heart centrist of a brother going through another introspective phase, right? Bless.”

Scowling, Dean said, “Wow, someone’s defensive. What’s wrong? Pissed that the Boy King could run the place better than you?”

“Come off it, Dean. You don’t believe that for a second. Sam’s no leader. Much less a leader of demons. And the notion of ‘fixing’ Hell… it’s Hell. It’s not meant to be fixed. It’s not meant to be tolerable, it’s not meant to be endurable. It exists to break people. Horror is its bedrock. Sure, I can tidy up, I can replace the Gitmo vibe with the good ol’ eternal queue, but I can’t make it nice.”

“Huh. Okay, I get it,” said Dean, stretching, slyness in his eyes. “It’s not that you don’t want to – it’s that you don’t think you can. You’re not powerful enough, or smart enough, or whatever. I guess that’s fair. Surprised to hear you admit it, though.”

Like a blowfish, Crowley’s smoke puffed up to thrice its usual size, spilling from his eyes, ears, and lips as he pounced on Dean and pinned him to the mattress.

“Watch your tongue, brat,” he hissed, tail manifesting with its point aimed at Dean’s throat. “I’m not your pet pigeon. Had I the magnanimity of Saint Francis himself I’d not sit here and listen to some cunting mortal question my leadership. What in the name of God’s greasy bollocks do you know about ruling anything? You’ve never so much as managed a fucking corner shop. You’ve never even been employed.”

Dean grinned. “Damn, did I touch a nerve? Sorry, sweetcheeks.”

A canine rumble poured from Crowley’s thick throat. He felt Dean’s wrist bones creak under his grip. “Arrogant little rat.”

They glared at one another, unblinking.

“You ready to go again?” Dean asked.

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

In a violent flurry, they competed to see who could jack the other to completion first. Dean won. Dean always won.

“Same time next month?” Crowley enquired, watching him get dressed afterwards.

“Maybe. It’ll be coming up on Halloween and that’s always the worst time of year for us.”

“Mmm. Same. You’d be amazed how many false alarms we get; idiot teenagers deciding to summon a demon for fun and not actually wanting to make a deal or not letting them out of the trap afterwards. Last year, my secretary found them waiting for her with SuperSoakers full of salted holy water. Still – unless I’m busy – and, obviously, I probably will be busy – I’ll only be a phone call away if you poor lost lambs get yourselves mixed up in something you can’t handle.”

“Cool,” Dean said over his shoulder, already halfway out the door. “Catch you later.”

Crowley waited until his footsteps had faded and his scent had cleared. Then he grabbed the pillow, pressed it to his face, and screamed for forty minutes.

(to be continued)

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Amphiba: True Colors Review or FINALLY THE FINALE

We’re finally here all you happy people! Ten Months, 36 episodes, 20 half hours, a lot of gay subtext, a lot of bloodshed, and a lot of build up have lead us all here! One absolutely STUFFED finale: A trust is betrayed, a rebllion is had, a conquerer rises and NOTHING will ever be the same.. and yes htat’s thrown around a lot but this is one of those times where NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME. This is that kind of finale folks.

But before I can get into all the juicy stuff you’ve been waiting for there’s a few things to discuss.. and the first is obviously the fact we had to wait three goddamn extra weeks to get here after spending all season leading up to this.

You all know the story by now. Hell I even angirly ranted about it when it happened and rightfully so. But frankly the colossal delay is going to be such an integral and permeant part of this episode and this show’s history that not talking about it in this review would do it a diservice: So to recap: The finale was posted to air May 1st, a weak after “The Dinner/Battle of the Bands”. I had it set in my schedule, it showed up in that month’s press release of Disney Channel Episodes, We were all ready to go with all the tight and intense build up leading up to this.

Then the worst happened and Disney aburbtly, and with a funny face image trying to play it off as a joke annoucned via it’s animation twitter the episode would be delayed. Now in fairness to the twitter person there, they were PROBABLY trying to help massage a blow... but seriously dude, read the room next time. Thankfully creator Matt Braly stepped in and explained it was technical delays. After what happened the next day I ASSUMED he was just trying to cover for them as it would turn out the episode was finished.. turns out, and I had to edit the review to reflect this the truth was somewhere in the middle. Edits were more discussed, likely due to the episodes very violent nature, and the episode was given a content warning. Given what happens.. I can’t blame Disney for wanting one or for thinking of editing it.. but canblamehtem for the “Things that could’ve been brought to my attention YESTERDAY’ nature of the edist and the insuing delay.

I can also blame them for leaking the episode on ITUNES. Yeah if they were REALLY concenred abotu content then they would’ve held off longer and not brought this up five minutes before it aired, delaying the episode for many. Hell I DEFENEDED them in the original version of this, but they had MONTHS of this episode being in production to fucking say something. WHy do this five mintues before it’s finished?

It just smacks of laziness and overly panicy stuff. A content warning would’ve been FINE. You ahve it for racisim on Disney Plus, just put one here and call it a day. You haven’t objected to the horrifying content in the series up to this point why start NOW. And they STILL never apologized. For any of this. For the leak, for the delay, never properly explaining the delay (Matt didn’t either.. but given how twitchy comapnies can be about what their creators say, I can’t blame him for not wanting to clarify it was a post credit’s thing till closer to airtime), just in general not giving a shit abotu the kids or adults watching this. Just because kids watch thiis dosen’t me older kids don’t have social media, and it dosen’t mean teens don’t. If you want to pretend us adults watching this don’t exist.. fine. It sucks but I can’t do anything. But do not do this shit to kids and then not go to them. And again Matt could’ve.. but it’s not his fucking job. His job is to make a show, help make sure it gets to air and be a sweeheart. YOURS is to make sure things run smoothly and when their is a hickup,get your house in order.

Matt shoudln’t of HAD to beg people not to watch it. Various va’s for the show shoudln’t of HAD to record funny messages.. it was appricated but it’s not thier job to prevent this from spreading. It’s yours. It’s yours to open your damn eyes and see adults and older teens watch this stuff too and to head that shit off. This incident is going to stick in my craw for god knows how long and ALMOST convinced me not to cover Owl House weekly (I still woud’ve likely done a review on each half of the season). I ended up renegeing on that and will be starting regular coverage of that in June and continuing coverage of this show whenever it returns.. but it was close.

And it’s ultimately YOU GUYS that kept me hanging in there. It was thanks to a Disney show this blog exists in the first place, and contiunes to get the bulk of it’s viewers. It’s how I got my patreon, biggest fan and bfinacial backer Kev. I’ts why I can do what I love, talking about and analyzing stuff I enjoy and ocasionally loathe. You guys came back week after week for my ducktales reviews and stayed for Amphibia. I”m sure i’ll get even more for Owl House. It’s thanks to all of you I can keep going despite the hardships, the lack of patreons, the long nights, the weird sleep schedules. I wouldn’t of made it through 20 weeks of awesome tv without you. So for you, and for myself, i’ll hang in there but I expect better Disney. And i’m damn well gonna get it. So join me under the cut as the world turns upside down.. and there are a LOT of spoilers. Seriously if you want to wait for the tv airing do not go under the cut

So we open with a flashback to 8 months ago, the day all this began: Marcy was working in the library on her cram classes, getting texts from both Sasha, who was excited about Anne’s birthday, and her own father who wants her to come home right away as there’s something important they need to discuss.

But before she can a book about the strange and what not naturally slips out and Mar-Mar can’t help but thumb through it.. and as you were no doubt dreading.. finds the box which is said in a large tv friendly caption to lead to other worlds.

Naturally Marcie is intrigued and snaps a pick and heads home... and we cut to the END of that conversation as she tearfully runs out of the house , refusing to accept what they’ve told her and her dad coming off hella unsympathetic with his overly harsh tone, especially since we DO find out what he told her... and it’s a lot to put on her and a lot to just say “accept because I helped make you for all of two unsatisfying minutes. “

So while running away she passes the box.. and sets the events from both the show’s opening and the flashback from the last finale in motion. Marcy sent them here on purpose.

Yeah needless to say I DIDN’T see this coming. And it seems obvious in hindsight: Marcy being the one most desperate to keep thier friendship together, as we’ll see at it’s worst through this episode, her barely mentioning going home, and most tellingly the only things she talks about from earth were Anne, Sasha and her dorky intrests. All the things closest to the heart and that she’s most likely to make out with.. but while Anne brings up earth stuff every so often even after getting more screen time in Season 2b... Marcy NEVER talks about that kind of stuff. She has her girlfriends and a real life fantasy novel right here... but she DOSEN’T miss her parents or earth itself. And given her life was already shown to be as an outcast with only two people carring about her, three with her mom now we know, who never REALLY fit in and whose on friends very clearly didn’t share her intrests.. it probably made it all the more tempting: a real adventure, an escape from her problems, and a way to start over: become who she always PLAYED and not who she was. Everything just.. snaps into place with this revelation and makes Marcy an all the more heartbreaking character... even more so soon enough when we find out what her overall plan was.

But that’s half an episode away: for now our party returns on Joe to Newtopia.. though clumsly. Marcy admits that they probably can’t fit more people on him. But with this our heroes are ready to finish this story and with a plan since obviously they can’t just walk into town with two wanted crminals: Marcy will present the box and THEN sasha and grime, who will cloak themselves to avoid attracting attentions, with literal cloaks Marcy hasn’t made a cloaking device yet, so hopefully they’ll get a pardon.

Inside Sprig and Anne talk, with Sprig admitnig he’s sad this is the last adventure.. but Anne has hope. After all they have a way home now and that portal goes both ways. She can hop back any time and vice versa. This sin’t goodbye.. it’s just goodbye for now. And i’ts something I genuinely didn’t think of.. and not just because Andrias’ shady actions and Sasha and Grime’s machinations meant this was NEVER going to end well.

Speaking of Sasha and Grime’s machinations those come to a head: As our heroes enter the castle, greeted by Lady Olivia, and we get our typical end of the RPG speech from the “Good” king.... Sasha swipes the box and Grime uses the hammer to knock everyone off ballance. The coup the two have been cooking up has come to pass.

Anne and Marcy’s reactions.. are telling: Anne is utterly pissed at the betryal and done with Sasha and Marcy is begging both sides to stop as this was not how it was supposed to end. Sasha tries to use a box as a baranging chip, and plans to destroy it if Andrias dosen’t surrender despite destroying her way home. Given it’s implied her home life isn’t great either and she gets to rule an empire instead of a school, it’s easy to see why.

Grime stops him from calling her bluff though by wacking him in the shins and then hodling him at hammer point to get the military of Newtopia to stand down while his covert Toad agents reveal themselves and runamuck. Grime has won.

Anne meanwhile is livid, with Sasha not quite getting why MAYBE Anne would once again feel betrayed that once again Sasha is trying to do everything her way and once again lied to her and harmed innocent people. Anne breaks off their friendship which deeply uspets Marcy.. who weirldy. ISN’T trying to talk Sasha out of this. After all she gets what she wanted anyway. She IS upset when Sasha tries to send them home for defiance.. but the box dosen’t work for her and she simply has the guards escort our heroes and Olivia out till she can figure this out.

Naturally though Anne, being pissed, heartbroken and pissed, and yes that was indeed intentional, HEADBUTTS the nearest guard and breaks them out, with the planatrs starting to fight back. Their still outnumbered.. but help arrives

Or rather the Amphibia equilvent as both wolverines are busy with prep for the Hellfire Gala. Yes it’s General Yunan, who Lady Olivia cuts off probably not for the first time. Your lucky that’s one of her turn on’s lady.

So our heroes sneak out and head to Sals, while the Toads wreck up the town. Marcy... is of course desperate to fix things, but figures it’s easy. All they have to do is free the king, stop the rest of the army from arriving, their an hour away, and cementing grime’s foothold, get her girlfriends to reconcile and fix the inherent power imbalance so a rebellion doesn’t’ happen again.

But Anne rouses them: They may be a goofus, a quick witted kid, an out of touch old man, a literal baby, am etaphorical baby, and a nerd.. but their a BADASS Goofus, kid, old man, babies and nerd... and two other ladies the toads actually know and respect. They’ve fought worse: Canibals, princess bride references, theater bandits, chicken elder gods, Poly’s addiction to angry mobs and paste pot pete and come back stronger each time. They can do this. They might only be 8 strangers, but together they can fuck up this shit. or to have a previously mentioned buddy of mine sum it up

So with that it’s time to split up gang: Marcy, Hop Pop and Olivia will go free the king using Hop Pop’s acting skills...which actually works despite Olvia’s doubts. Polly, Yunan and Frobo will put the hammer down and give them hell, taking out the toads in the city and drawing all of them away from the gate where Spriganne will trigger it thus saving the day.

Meanwhile Sasha is feeling discontent. She got everything she wanted.. but she didn’t think about what to DO with all that power. At home she could do all sorts of things ruling a school but now she’s lost one of the loves of her life. Without Anne and Marcy i’ts just empty. Even Grime’s utterly heartfelt gift of an emerald sword, he knew she always wanted to duel wield that has a heron on it, a sign of how they met and a truly sweet gesture can’t cheer her up. So Grime suggests redecorating and the first thing to go is a sappy mural of Andrias and his subjects. What they find UNDER it though is horrifying.. and i’ts surprisingly not a bunch of spiders like you’d expect.. but a mural of Andrius as some sort of horrible king with an army of robot frogs like Frobo, with a LOT of frog, toad and newt skeletons piled up. Sasha and Grime are glad they dodged that bullet.. only to find Anne scaling the tower with Sprig, the two naturally going to stop them.

The two try and turn the wheel, but can’t as there’s a doorstop... one they DEFINTELY saw earlier when looking out the window of Sal’s.

Regardless they send Polly for that.. and the rematch begins. Sasha TRIES talking to Anne.. but given she stabbed her in the back AGAIN for incredbly petty reasons, that’s not going to work and the two get one hell of a fight. Beautifully animated and rife with emotion as the two clash with Sasha DESPERATLY trying to get Anne to stop for a second and listen and Anne rightly refusing, while we watching know our hero winning will spell DOOM for this world despite her trying to do the right thing. Anna and Brenda’s acting here is just TOP notch. In any other episode this would be the best part of it.. but we’re only getting warmed up.

While they fight, we get a surprising and awesome bout I did not see coming: Sprig Vs Grime. And it gives me Spider-Man vs Kingpin vibes really: A rotund but still far more powerful opponent versus a smaller but quicker one. And that’s how even more shockingly, Sprig comes out the WINNER. While Grime has the hammer and more strength and skill... Sprig has speed and thus gets Grime to whack himself with it. Granted he can’t use the thing and comically spins around afterword.. but it proves Grime’s racist thoughts about frogs wrong and leaves Anne free to turn the wheel once she beats Sasha. The invasion is thwarted.

But naturally given the ooky spooky mural and the other hints of ominous shit like the watcher with a thousand eyes, this isn’t the end. Back at the throne room, with Sasha and Grime as prisoners Anne gives Andrias the box despite sasha begging her not to. But rather than send her home right away.. he has a history lesson for her first. And nothing good ever starts with someone delaying helping you to give a sinister history lesson let me tell you.

We find out the while truth: Amphibia was once a technological empire powered by the box, and prosperity SEEMINGLY reigned, and Andrias, much like our heroines, had two close friends, a toad and a frog. But one day they betrayed him, abandoning him and seemingly stealing the box , leaving his mechanical marvels powerless and Andrias bitter and angry. Hence the whole revenge ploy.

In an unsurprising and invincible-esque twist, he reveals his ancestors were not explorers but CONQUERERS and he intends to finish their work, placing the box on a pedestal that turns his castle into a flying fortress glowing blue. It only gets worse from there: the castle’s awakening also activates factories around Amphibia similar to the one we saw back in “Fort in the Road” that gave us Frobo and it turns out their dark purpose.. is to create armies of unstoppable soldiers to secure his dominon.... and spread it to the other worlds. The reason he didn’t send the girls home is he figures correctly Anne and the others will try and stop him from TAKING it.

So yeah Anne’s reaction is very naturally...

And despite being outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered and outplanned she plans to make an all out stand. She realizes that her own fight with Sasha only allowed something FAR WORSE to take hold. She’s not WRONG for fighting her, Sasha was being a shithead taking over and did so for flimsy and selfish reasons and she had no reason to listen to her.. but had she at least thought over giving him the box and not simply given it to him to spite her none of this would be happening. So she and the plantars get ready for round 2, with Sasha having her back this time, and Grime having Sasha’s. It’s a really sweet moment, showing Sasha has realized just how much her own greedy and controlling ambitions have cost her and that she’s brought about something far worse thorugh them, and is ready to make amends and Grime as always ready to stand by the only true family he has.

But before the carnage can begin.. Marcy stops them... and then tearfully turns to Andrias “This wasn’t our deal!”. Andrias, now not having to play nice, dosen’t care and cruelly points out of course he did: He would’ve said whatever it took to get her to fill the box and she did it. He also hints at Marcy’s dark secret, with both girls wondering what the hell he’s on about.. but clearly starting to piece it together, with Andrias cruelly toying with Marcy to tell them before he does.. and barely gives her any time before going ahead with it anyway, knowing she’d be unable to. And with this we get the best line of the episode and Keith david’s best delivery.. and given he makes a fucking seven course meal of the entire second act, yeah that’s a high bar.

"Did it ever occur to you — Anne, Sasha — that one of you knew more than she was letting on? That one of you might've gotten you stranded in Amphibia... on purpose?"

The line itself hits like a sledgehammer. We knew for the full episode she did this on purpose.. but we also knew at some point it was clearly going to come out and hurt them both.. and to see someone Marcy clearly saw as a better replacement dad, someone she thought cared about her and was offering her her dreams for no gain on his end cruelly tell them clearly for his own amusment as he dosen’t remotely see them as a threat.. it’s utterly chilling as it is heartbreakiing and horrifying.

Naturally Anne and Sasha are upset, Sasha a bit baffled and Anne just utterly broken by this: She’d already been betrayed TWICE by the other love of her life.. now MARCY had betrayed her.. and WORSE?

And it only gets worse as Marcy heartbreakingly reveals her motivation and what this was really all about: Her dad announced he got a new job and they were moving a state away.. and like I said he’s a prick. Not for moving, that happens and it sucks but for having no freaking empathy about it. Maybe if he took a parenting class earth wouldn’t be on the cusp of a robot invasion. Marcy was about to loose her girls and was desperate.... so naturally Andrias claimed to simply want to take them all with him on his journeys, obviously leading out the conquest and likely genocide part, so they could go on and on FOREVER. And this whole thing gave Anne the plantars so it’s not all bad right? Right? But it’s clear she’s trying to desperatly lie to herself this was all okay as she’s been doing ever since she started this all 8 months ago and Anne pointing out she misses her family, something Marcy never considered given her own reasons for leaving and how Sasha likely dosen’t have a happy family life herself.

This.. this is Haley Tju’s finest hour. She’s done good voice work before, especially in this series but here, with Marcy’s anguish, desperation and guilt all leaking out as she tries to get her girlfriend not to turn away from her. it’s all just amazing heartbreaking stuff and I salute her and the animation does her fine acting a service and shows every bit of pain in the poor girls face.

Anne naturally does turn away a bit and Marcy cries.. but Anne quickly recovers... while she obviously isn’t entirely ready to forgive Marcy JUST yet, it’s clear she wasn’t thinking straight and did all of this out of desperation... and that the hulking dickbag who betrayed them all and is gloating about all of this manipulated her, preying on her desperation and anguish to finish his plan. Marcy fucked up big time, no question.. but ANDRIAS is the true monster here, and if he’s not stopped this world she’s grown to love and the one she left behind will BURN. Anne may be many things: impulsive, kinda weird, easy to anger.. but she is over all that a HERO. And there’s a villian to stop

Andrias, while not seeing them as remotely a threat, does admit this will probably be fun and the fight begins, with our heroes, including Marcy, easily besting the Obsdian Swarm.. as i’m calling them now. It’s a cools equence.. but ultimately futile. Andrias is FAR more powerful than he’s let on with the box. And shows it off by destroying toad tower before coming at them with a fire sowrd, easily swatting them aside like flies. They try their best to fight back but it’s not much use, and Andrias NEARLY crushes polly to death under his fist. Yes a fucking child. What a dick.

Frobo saves him... and sadly this is the end for our new friend as Andrias is mildly amused that one of his creations glitched.. then smashes him into robotic paste. Polly rightfully calls him a monster and his response is as chilling as it is wonderfully dickish: “Don’t worry, your next”.

Thankfully though she got out of the way.. because she has LEGS now. It’s also why I keep saying 8 months, though it’s likely more like 9 given it took a month to get to newtopia:

The prophecy has come true! And while she stumbles for a second Polly quickly proves she can really move, she has an attitude and she’s the fastest thing alive by grabbing the box seemingly winning.. except Andrias has sprig in his fist and is going to crush or drop him ulness she stops. And despite Sprig BEGGING his sister to let him go for the sake of everyone else, like any good hero she naturally puts the box back.

Anne begs for him to let Sprig go since he got what he wanted and he’s her best friend in this or any world... but all this does is insprie Andrias to DROP HIM OUT A WINDOW, bitter over his own past and eager to torture her some more. This really shows off who Andrias REALLY is now the mask is off; a sadistic tyrannical bully who relishes in making his victims really squirm, revels in malevolence and is just so damn gleeful about it: Not to say BIll Cipher levels more of a cold, cruel enjoyment of things.

As I said earlier Keith David makes a motherfucking Seven Course Meal out of the second half of this episode, utterly stealing the show now he can play Andrias as he truly is: not skulng in the shadows with ominus hints he’s evil or pretending to be nice, but instead as a sadistic brute who delights in suffering and wants nothing less than everything under his boothill. in short he’s an AWESOME antagonist and while Keith David has played TREMENDOUS villains before, this one will easily be his best if the writing holds. Andrias is Keith David at his fucking best and proves the Disney legend has EVEYRTHING left in the tank even as he approaches 70′s. Jesus I fucking love this man.

So this causes anne to retreat into herself, leaving us in a black void as Anne remembers all the good times.. and goes MOTHERFUCKING SUPER SAYIAN. Well more accurately super sayian god super sayian, or blueper sayian if you will, but still i’ts a n utterly striking sequence and a clear direct shout out with Anne getting her powers the same way Goku did: loosing someone to an utterly cruel bastard. Same with Gohan’s upgrade to super sayian 2. It’s just a truly striking sequence as she powers up in a FULL rage, DEMANDNIG he give him back.

Andrais is stunned, clearly knowing this was something she was capable of but thought she could no longer do as the box shoudlv’e drained her of the ablility, while Hop Pop and Grime wonder if this is a human thing.

So Anne WAILS on the fucker, easily besting a shocked andrias despite his best attempts.. but she tires out and he swats her aside, gleefully noting she dosen’t know how to control it. Sprig turns out to be okay though. Marcy went and saved him while Anne was rippig Andrias asunder.. and then activates the box. Sasha and Grime hold him off while Anne makes a run for it with the plantars while Andrias gives out your standard villian big no. Anne and Fam make it... but Marcy is taking a sec.. and that second gets her GUTTED. Not an exageration or me being a smart ass like usual.. Andrias RAN HER THROUGH WITH HIS SWORD.

His only response is “Look what you made me too and Anne and crew are warped away, unable to save her.

So we end with our heroes landing somewhere and Sprig wondering where they are... where they are is on the top of a car on a busy Los Angeles Freeway... and in front of two very weirded out humans. Anne is home.

So now for the part that wasn’t in the original release apparently: The teaser.. aka THE MOTHERFUCKING SEASON 3 OPENING.

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Hell. Yes. Just a few quick personal notes before we hit the wrap up: I love how the season will be on earth, a nice change of pace, how the Boonchuy’s have very clearly warmly welcomed the plantars, the expanded cast at the title card, and how Disney just let them go ALL out for this one. They’ve clearly stopped being cheap assholes when it comes to letting intro’s change or at the very least got this was the very end of the series and thus important enough to gussie up. But yes the end is nigh.. and probably not till late this year if this year AT ALL And I will return for it. Well return to doing this show anyway, i’m not going anywhere. They’ll have to pry this blog from my cold dead hands.

Final Thoughts:

This episode is the series best so far. My only honest complaint is the Toad Invasion comes and goes really quickly and I question why it was crammed into half the episode. Don’t get me wrong, Andrias’ rise needed the full 10 minutes, but I question why we dind’t get an episode before this settingit up and THEN have it happen over half an episode, epsecially since we spent an entire episode on getting the other toad barons involved only for ONE of them to show up for all of five minutes.

Otherwise though? Yeah no notes. The cast is at the top of their damn game, with Brenda Song, Hailey Tju and Keith Motherfucking David as the standouts, the animatoin is likewise, and it pays off a thing or two you wouldn’t expect like the acting episode. This is a truly outstanding finale, one that has now joined other all time faviorite season finales such as “You’re In Control”, “Reunited”, “The Crossroads of Destiny”, and “Moonvasion”. I will be watching this again when it comes to Disney Plus. Masterful stuff.

As for the season as a whole.. this was a great season. While it did start a bit rocky with the road trip arc, which I’m still not a huge fan of as I feel it mostly wasted an awesome idea of them going on a world spanning roadtrip with some fairly weak episodes, with the exception of standouts “Truckstop Polly” and “Wax Museum”.

But once we got to Netwopia it got better, with better spotlight episodes, the pacing picking up and Marcy joining our merry crew. And it hit it’s peak with the second half of the season: the return to wartwood effortlessly combined slice of life with the compelling temple episodes. It was also a nice break before the utter hell that arrived in the finale, but still nicely lead up to said finale. This season may of STARTED bumpy but it finished at it’s highest point and with one epic finale to go it’s only going to get better from here.

As for this blog the same holds true: Review wise next week i’ll be taking a break from normal reviews to do a week’s worth of Goofy based content in time for his birthday, from shorts, to goof troop, to hosue of mouse, to an obscure special, all leading up to the Disney Classic A Goofy Movie. So stick around.

And if that dosen’t do it for you I have an ongoing retrospective on the story arcs of ducktales season 2, i’m nearing the end of one on Scott Pilgrim and in the middle of one of The Life and Times of Scrogoe McDuck. and if you prefer weekly reviews, as I mentioned earlier offhandidly i’ll be covering the Owl House! LIke Amphibia i’m starting with Season 2, but just like with this show i’m excited as all hell and hope you’ll join me. And if you need even more I have a patreon, patreon.com/popculturebuffet, where I have exclusive reviews if you choose to back me as well as exciting stretch goals, one of which down the line is reviewing season one of this very show. So join it and if not that’s okay too, either way.. it’s been a pleasure.

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