#because i saw a prompt piece that i wanted to continue and then kinda just never did

[shadow-pixelle]

Sometimes you open your notes folder to find something and find that half-asleep you left you a gift.

Sometimes this gift is really useful and helps you figure out how to fix a massive writer's block you've been struggling with.

Sometimes it's an excellent new fic idea.

And then sometimes it's shit like this

[urrockstar-xe]

got your back - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 16th, 2023 2:13 pm

anon asked: HII for your summer lovin requests how about prompt 9 “don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” and 14 “i’m personally offended you didn’t get me to be your fake date” with JJ maybank with an enemies to lovers arc🤭 (fem!reader please!) thank you so much 🫶

9:“I don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” | 14“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date”

picked gorgeous bc i thought it fit :))

this is my first writing enemies to lovers so i'm so sry if it's not that great but i tried and it's kinda cute imo lmfao, it's also Not at ALL canon. i hope you enjoy, ty for requesting *heart* (it glitches out whenever i put an actual heart) - xx

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“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date” You glared at JJ as he spoke, earning a wink in return before you looked back at John B. 

“You’re working the event so I’m the fake date,” John B explained, though no explanation was needed. 

“We really have to do all of this? Can’t Sarah just hang with us tomorrow? It’s not like we have all summer or anything” Kie teased. Sarah had this kook party with a bunch of adults and fancy alcohol and appetizers that she really did not want to attend, and because John B had to save the damsel in distress, he devised a plan to whisk her away into the night. 

“Hey, why aren’t you going?” Pope asked, looking at Kiara. “My parents have to sort out something for the restaurant tonight” 

“Meaning, Kiara is our getaway driver” John B smiled, confident in his planning abilities. Pope looked back at John B, “Heyward’s not working this event, what do I do?” John B then looked at JJ, hoping he’d come up with something on the spot. You sighed as Kie stood up.

“You could just chill in the Twinkie with me while we wait or something?” She shrugged, John B clapped his hands together, “Yes that’s perfect!” 

“Alright, guess that’s what I’m doing then,” 

“Great! We’re all ready then?” John B asked, backing up as he looked at his friends. “Yeah, Jb you can come get ready at mine,” You said, almost missing the look of distaste on JJ’s face as you spoke, John B nodded in response. “See you all there then?” Everyone agreed, settling on this unnecessary plan. 

Two hours had passed before you finally made it to the Cameron residence, you and John B spotted Sarah almost immediately, she was helping her sister with something. You tried to stay tuned in to what John B was explaining but you were sidetracked, looking for JJ among the group of kooks. Once you spot him you sighed, almost with relief? No, JJ was reckless and kooks were scary. You were just glad to know he’d be on your side if any of Topper’s friends managed to corner you. At least you had hoped he would be on your side, sure you bickered a lot but you were pogues and when it came to a kook, you’d have each other’s backs.

You watched as he charismatically smiled and laughed at any of the dumb jokes made by the older kooks there, no doubt hoping to earn a few tips before you all had to make your exit. His hair slightly bounced whenever he moved and his skin looked pretty with the orange and yellow hue thanks to the sunset, he looked pretty all fancied up. 

You jumped at the sound of John B’s voice snapping you out of whatever trance you were just in, you felt his hand on your shoulder. “You okay?” you looked up at your friend, nodding in response. He nodded with you, looking over your face as if to check if you were lying before he held up a small folded piece of paper. “I’m gonna go get this to JJ, you stay here or mingle or whatever, I’ll be back in like 5 minutes.” He explained, not giving you much time to answer before he walked away. 

Looking back in the direction of JJ you saw him already looking at you, he winked at you before he downed one of the cups on his tray and continued his best act yet. You scoffed, not being able to help the smile on your face. 

You watched as John B tried to be stealthy, giving the note to JJ before turning in your direction and motioning behind him, implying he was going to the Twinkie. You raised your hands in a “what do you mean?” motion as a response and got a shrug in return before John B turned and made his way out of sight, leaving you alone. 

You sighed and attempted to look for Sarah among the people there, hoping you could make the escape with her. You found her not too long into searching, she was talking to JJ, well She was talking, JJ was just handing her the note and then almost dancing away. 

Before you could get to her she was already gone, following the direction you had just watched Jb leave in. “fuck” you muttered to yourself, hands falling to your sides in defeat as you examined the crowd once more for the familiar blonde. 

You watched as he walked inside, assuming he was trying to leave without getting interrupted by anyone wanting a fresh drink. This was your last chance to not have to worry about finding the Twinkie on your own so you practically ran trying to catch up to him. 

Hearing the voice of Rafe stopped you dead in your tracks, and the way JJ responded meant Rafe was intentionally starting shit, but that of course didn’t surprise you. 

The situation was obviously escalating so, taking a breath in, you began walking again, straight into the lion's den. “Hey,” the sound of your voice caught JJ’s attention first, he was currently pinned against the wall thanks to the oldest Cameron sibling being on a power trip. JJ’s busted lip was clear as day from where you stood, finally, Rafe turned to you absolutely fuming. 

“Fuck are you doing here?”

You crossed your arms over your chest hoping it didn’t look like you were shielding yourself from him before responding. “Don’t you have something better to do than pick on a teenage boy?” Your tone was harsh and mean, exactly how you wanted it to sound. 

JJ’s eyes flicked between you and Rafe for a minute before Rafe let him go, his eyes not leaving yours as he did so. JJ looked back at you, not missing the way your harsh demeanor faltered ever so slightly once Rafe was no longer preoccupied with JJ. “C’mon, J, they’re waiting for us” Your eyes remained locked on Rafe as you spoke, JJ nodded, “Good talk, man,” he said, making his way to your side before you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out of there.

Your hands were still interlocked when you made it far away from the house enough to yell at him. “What the fuck was that about JJ?” he shrugged, “you know how Rafe gets, he needed a punching bag” “How come that punching bag always ends up being you?” “Must have a crush on me or somethin’” he joked, a smile covering his lips. You scoffed.

“Did you at least get one good hit in?” his smile grew bigger at the question, “oh yeah, nice big ol’ bruise will be on his jaw within an hour” You smiled at this, rolling your eyes and shifting your gaze behind the boy instead of on him. “Worried about me, mama?” his tone was teasing. “You get murdered on my watch I’ll be cast out of the friend group,” you teased back, not missing the way he stepped closer to you, only inches away from your face now. 

He nodded, “damn, tell me how you really feel, Y/n/n” You grinned back. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” 

JJ laughed in response, your face softened before you spoke again, “Seriously, try to steer clear of Rafe Cameron for a little while” 

“So you are worried about me” you rolled your eyes, “if that’ll make you listen, yes, I am worried about you” JJ smirked in a way he only does when he’s up to something, eliciting a sigh from you. “I’ll listen even better if you let me take you out sometime?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, studying his face to make sure he wasn’t fucking with you. The way his face softened the same as yours had a few seconds ago confirmed he was genuinely trying to ask you out. 

“For real?” You ask, he nodded eagerly, his smile returning. You smiled back, nodding your head “Okay, you can take me out,” JJ fist-bumped the air, you laughed.

“C’mon, everyone is waiting at the Twinkie” 

“John B is not gonna believe that you actually said yes,” 

“I can’t believe I actually said yes,” you joked, getting a laugh in response as JJ threw his arm around your shoulder.

[katerinaaqu]

Continuing from Part 1;

Guilt (P2)

"And no, that was what you feared...not what you knew. There was no way you would know the magnitude of it...you gave them the city just like you promised. What theh did with it was their responsibility"

If only it were that simple, Odysseus thought

Odysseus could feel his head buzzing all the time. He was feeling tired of killing that night. As he had promised they had plundered Troy in just one fateful night. Odysseus had lost counting at how many lives had fallen under his sword. The palace of Troy had fallen. Troy was burning. As he cut his way through with with sword he remembered bodies falling down; armed or not; soldiers who barely had time to rouse themselves from sleep to come to save their city and yet they rushed at him bravely. Odysseus couldn't decide if he admired them or felt sorry for them.

"Odysseus!" The voice of a soldier brought him back to the present

"What is it?"

"Priam is dead!"

"Dead?!"

That piece of information he feared but he hoped he could prevent.

"Where?"

The man bringing the news was way too nervous for comfort.

"Where!" Odysseus demanded again

"T-To the altar of Zeus...he was slain upon the altar!"

Odysseus nearly dropped his sword! Had they stooped so low, then, in anger and hate?

"Who!" Odysseus demanded, "who did such a blasphemous act?!"

"N-Neoptolemous..."

Odysseus could hardly remember rushing to the scene. Perhaps he remembered the hall drenched in blood and there he saw the dead body of the king; neck gushed open and blood all over the floor. The haunting image of the expression of horror to the old man's face as well as the stain of blood upon the altar were a blurry mess in his brain. All he knew was that he saw that child he had brought to this war, with his face smeared with blood, having a self-complacent smirk on his face. He almost seemed possessed. That damn armor seemed to be one with his skin.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!" Odysseus bellowed, "How could you do that?! Have you so little respect for the laws of humans that you've stooped to the level of beasts?!"

The way that Neoptolemus looked at him was pure mockery and arrogance gained from victory.

"Now come on, Sacker of Cities...don't pretend that you would have left that man live! He was the king of Troy...just his existence would be a threat. You would have him executed anyways".

Odysseus couldn't remember grabbing the boy by the throat but he was beyond himself. His eyes were two bottomless pools of blackness.

"Do you want to end up like Thersites?!" He threatened in a dangerous whisper, "Do not challenge me, boy!"

"Or what?" Neoptolemus challenged back, "Will you do to me what you did to Palamedes?"

Odysseus was so shocked he could hardly speak. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach. The shock was enough to make him release the threat of the youth and take a few steps back.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" he said

Neoptolemus laughed.

"You are a liar, Odysseus! But then again you always were, weren't you?"

"Palamedes drowned in the sea! It was an accident!"

For a moment the image of ruffling waters had passed through his mind. Palamedes struggling under the surface... Odysseus remembered being frozen. He never tried to jump after him even jf he were an excellent swimmer. He was cold and motionless like a statue. The voice of the arrogant son of Achilles brought him back to reality.

"Yeah, how convenient indeed that he had that small... 'accident' when you and Diomedes were at the same boat with him during that fishing expedition! How convenient indeed!"

"This isn't about me!" Odysseus snapped at him, "This has to do with the hubris you performed here! We do NOT kill those who seek the sanctuary of the gods!"

"Times have changed, old man! You said so yourself! Besides wasn't you the one who implied that the line of the royal family of Troy should be cut? Priam shouldn't live anyways!"

Yes, Odysseus thought,he had said that and by that time he believed jt, however the old man had sought sanctuary. If they waited for him to get exhausted maybe... He could have surrendered. Murder upon sacred place was definitely NOT the way to do it. They could have offered him a nobler death than that! Odysseus didn't have time to reply. He heard a baby cry. He turned around to see in horror a man bringing baby Astyanax and handing him to Neoptolemus. The infant, barely one year of age, was crying woefully as he was handled not at all gently by Neoptolemus, who seemed untouched by the cries. Id anything he seemed to enjoy it

"What about the heir of Troy, Odysseus? What shall happen to him?"

"You can't be serious! It's just a baby!"

"A baby that is almost at the age of walking! Soon at the age of fighting. Will you let him live, Odysseus? You were the one who convinced the council, remember? You said we should all uproot the family of Priam from this earth!".

Yes, once again Odysseus had said that,however he had absolutely forgotten in the heat od the moment how old the heir actually was. The child was barely one. He could hardly speak yet alone walknand fight. Only now had he realized in horror what that promise he partially made would mean. He didn't expect to be brought before the consequences so fast!

"Weren't you the one who persuaded all the Greeks to uproot Priam's long family out of Troy?"

"Yes, but-..."

"So you take your word back? Decide!"

"Decide what?!"

"How he shall die, of course! You can't expect us to raise the son of king Hector, do you? Which will be? Sword or fall?"

The baby...the infant; no older than 1 year of age, was not much older than Telemachus... it was an innocent creature! He watched in terror as Neoptolemus held the baby to the edge of the wall.

"Choose, Odysseus!" Neoptolemus challenged, " or are you taking your words back?"

"This is madness!"

"You said to the council the other night that you would throw all of Priam's line outside these walls!" Neoptolemus insisted, "I believe the phrase you strategically used was 'we can throw them all out of the city of Troy!" I believe everyone agreed with such a sensible idea"

"Odysseus?"

It was the voice of Talthybius. Of course it would be that sleek worm! Odysseus cursed under his teeth. He was supposed to be their messenger and yet he found hik way too compassionate on the Trojan matter. Perhaps he should have gotten rid of him off his position a long time ago!

"Did you really tell the kings to kill this infant? Drag him out of his mother's bosom when she sought sanctuary in her husband's tomb and kill him in such a manner?"

Odysseus pointed his blood-stained sword at the scared messenger.

"Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you!" He threatened, eyes set aflame

He didn't need any more of those throwing accusations at him and he had enough of this for one night! One madman before him was enough; he didn't need a Troy-friendly coward as wellm

"Stay back! This is none of your concern!"

As Talthybius took some steps back, alarmed at this sudden attack from the furious king of Ithaca, Neoptolemus seemed to enjoy this scene more than the idea of throwing the baby off the walls or stabbing him to death.

"Decide, old man!" He urged again, "Do you take your word back? Every person in that hall heard you and agreed with you! Shown in this pilgrim of the night that you have SOME sense of honor!"

Odysseus was frozen in place. His own words that he didn't mean that way were now twisted in such a horrendous manner before him and bound him like chains. He could not take that word back. His brain was also stuck and his usual eloquent tongue could not find an excuse not to do it now...

"So be it..." he said defeated, "But let us choose a more humane method! Not this, Neoptolemus! Not this!"

He needed to buy himself some time. He needed to think of any reason, ANY excuse to keep this baby alive. Neoptolemus, though, being a true son of his father's, wouldn't let him do that either.

"Not on your life, son of Laërtes! This is the child of the man who thought he could kill my father! His bloody uncle actually succeeded! His filthy kin DARED to harm a man whose mother was a goddess! He needs to die and he shall now!"

At that moment he dragged the toddler almost effortlessly with one hand; strength given only by wrath and hatred, he let him hanging on the wall. The child was crying woefully and then Odysseus thought he heard him speak;

"PAPA!"

He froze. In some terrible realization he figured the horrendous truth. Neoptolemousbhad inherited the golden locks of his father's and his light yes that included the sea and sky. He, Odysseus, was dark of hair, black of eyes, lightly olive tanned white skin...he was similar to HIM...to Hector of Troy. The infant was calling HIM to save him! Panic took over him and he forgot all logic, all his attempts to find excuses. Now the child...the baby...someone's SON (Telemachus!)needed HIS assistance.

"Neoptolemus no! It's just a baby! Let the poor creature go!"

"Very poor choice of words, Odysseus!"

And Neoptolemus did exactly what he was told...he let go! The baby fell out of the palace walls, leaving gravity take the body rapidly down.

"NOOOOOOO!" Odysseus yelled helplessly but that's all he could do.

He ran at the edge only to see a tiny bloody dot at the bass kd the wall. The haunting cries had stopped...forever.

"NEOPTOLEMUS!" Odysseus bellowed furiously, "you killed him! You killed an infant!"

"No, Odysseus!" Neoptolemus replied, "You did. Your plan, your advise, your sin."

Odysseus felt dizzy...his stomach twisted dangerously but he did herculean effort to hold himself back. There was so much he wanted to say...so much he wanted to scream but he found it impossible to utter a single sound.

"TROY HAS FALLEN!" the happy cry from the inside of the castle drew them out of this, "WAR IS OVER! HOORAY! HOORAY FOR THE SACKER OF CITIES!"

Odysseus felt like losing strength off his legs. He didn't even know how to feel. However he knew one thing. He was feeling ENRAGED. It was as if the name that was given to him by his grandfather now suddenly made sense! He glared daggers yo Neoptolemus but the arrogant boy only smiled self-complacently...

"Looks like you were right, old man... You DID take the city in one night..."

Odysseus looked beyond the walls. If was true. The sun was rising...although his light was now duller in his eyes; the fires were stronger...

*

The walls of Troy had fallen and the real damage was apparent the next morning following the massacre. The houses had burnt almost to the ground and only the strongest walls were still standing upright; sad reminder of their previous glory. Odysseus was standing there with some of his men, watching the march of wounded or future slaves coming out of the city in chains or ropes. The ways were known. They would be distributed to some of the kings among them and the rest would be given by luck to the rest of the people. After that thy should gather and burn the dead before they would be good to go... Odysseus looked aged almost ten years more. He had dark circles under his eyes and he still didn't have time to wash himself from the blood. The thick liquid had formed a crust upon him by that moment. Helen was secured and brought out of the city to safety by Menelaus. So everything seemed to be in place. Then, why would he feel as if he had to use all his will to endure it and keep a stone calm face? His attention was drawn to the part of the procession. It was Andromache, the queen and widow of Hector. Odysseus grimaced. He had hoped he wouldn't face that woman. She was walking upright with the dignity even the greatest of Queens would be jealous of, as if she were the mighty Hera. Even if she was in chains she was still holding her head high. Odysseus learnt that she was to be given to Neoptolemous. He watched the queen marching to be given to the man that murdered her son... The man they now called Sacker of Cities didn't know which was sadder for her. He had tried to persuade Neoptolemous to take another but all his pleas or even manipulation fell on deaf ears. In the end he wondered if it mattered... At that moment his onyx eyes locked with the eyes of the queen. And then he saw her face transform from purr dignity to pure hatred in a matter of seconds!

"ODYSSEUS!" she yelled at him, pulling the chains with all her strength, "YOU SPAWN OF THIEVES AND RAGGED SCHEMER! THIS IS ALL YOUR DOING! GODS SHALL THROW THEIR RAGE UPON YOU!"

Odysseus didn't have time to defend himself.

"It was all your idea! Your plan! You scheming bastard could not fight with honor! But how could you! HOW COULD YOU!"

Her rage gave her strength anew as she managed to crawl closer. Even Odysseus took half a step back.

"HE WAS JUST ONE YEAR OLD ODYSSEUS!DO YOU HAVE NO HEART?!"

The king of Ithaca froze. He had no idea how she had found out about it but then it hit him. Talthybius! Of course! He must have talked to her.

"HE WAS JUST A BABY! HOW COULD YOU!"

"I didn't..." he whispered more to himself than anything else

"CURSE UPON YOU!" she drew her chains again and even the soldier needed to pull back, "I knew they wouldn't let him live! But this?! THIS?! HE WAS JUST ONE YEAR OLD ODYSSEUS! Just one year-..."

And then there was a heart-wrenching cry. Suddenly her anger turned into outpost pain. Odysseus turned his head and realized the reason. The small wrapped up ball could be nothing else but the remains of her son. One of the Greeks was transferring them to the pyre for the funeral. Odysseus cursed everything he believed in. He had hoped they would be spared at least of that! Both her and him. Andromache fell on her knees trying to release herself and get closer to the wrapped up package.

"MY BOY!" she cried, "AH! MY BOY!"

The soldier was ready to take the package away but Odysseus stopped him.

"No! Let her mourn!"

Unwillingly the man placed the child on the ground as she crawled over it, hands still tied up, not allowing her to wrap her arms around the remains of her son or even scratch her cheeks to mourn... Odysseus watched her kneel almost like an animal mourning her calf, leaning her forehead against the bloodied cloth

"MY BEAUTIFUL BOY!" Andromache's voice rose in an inhuman tone of cries and woe

The king of Ithaca felt his heart pinch. Yes, he has heard that cry before. It was an eternity ago in Ithaca...when Palamedes had come to pick him up...

*

Odysseus was plowing the field, singing an incoherent song. He was moving his head to an unmatched rhythm. He had tied one donkey and one cow to the plow, plowing in a totally messy way. He seemed to pay no mind. Odysseus was very keen upon his disguise as a madman. Palamedes was watching the scene with Penelope from afar as his beloved queen was playing with their son in her arms.

"He has been doing that all day..." Penelope said in her melodious voice, "He listens to no one when they tell him that this is not right. My husband insists that this is the best way to plow the field."

Penelope knew her part very well. They had agreed upon it after all. Part of it was her idea too. She didn't want him to go to war and he didn't want either. Not now that they had their son to take care of. Palamedes looked suspiciously at the scene.

"I find it hard to believe the mighty Odysseus losing his mind like this...it is so fast and so sad to be true..."

He approached closer.

"Come on, Odysseus, son of Laërtes! We have work to do, we have to get ready for the war!"

Odysseus didn't reply and continued his work. Penelope approached.

"My lord, as you see, my husband is a very sick man. He cannot help you in this war. I am afraid you must find someone else..."

Palamedes looked at her sideways before turning his gaze back at Odysseus.

"Such a shame though..." he whispered as if to himself, "Such a brilliant mind...be condemned in such a way... Seems such a waste..."

He eyed Penelope and something inside her heart flattered. She didn't like that look.

"But perhaps..." Palamedes started, "I might have a cure for his...illness..."

Penelope raised a brow.

"My lord?"

No sooner had she voiced that word and Palamedes yanked Telemachus out of her arms.

"NO!" Penelope cried out surprised, "What are you doing?! Stop!"

Telemachus screeched and cried as Palamedes ran towards the field.

"NO! MY BOY!" Penelope cried out

Odysseus barely had time to see with the corner of his eye Palamedes throw his infant son to the front of the two giant animals plowing! His mind did not think twice.

"WOOO BOY! WOO! WOO!" his mighty hands pulled the reigns stopping the plow barely a few inches away from the crying baby

Rushing to the spot he picked up his precious son to his hands, he raised him to his head, he inspected those little limbs and that soft head... He sighed in relief when he found no major injuries to that little body.

"Shh..sh sh...my boy..." he cooed at his son, "It's okay...it's okay..."

His gaze was fiery as he looked up to Palamedes.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMNED MIND?!" he bellowed, "You nearly killed my son!"

Palamedes seemed uninterested at that coy as he smirked.

"Welcome back to the world of sanity, Odysseus. So now I believe we can talk about the preparations of the war, according to the oath you gave. Let us cut this charade and be men..."

Ashamed, humbled but above all ENRAGED, Odysseus looked up from his kneeling position, still cooing his son, trying to calm him.

"That was a low blow, even for you!" He growled at him

"You are the one to talk, son of Laërtes!" Palamedes retorted, "you are the one who always schemes to avoid his responsibilities!"

"Yes but I don't use innocent infants for it! I shall not forget this Palamedes!"

"I seriously hope you won't" Palamedes retorted, "So that we won't add 'oathbreaker' to your list of titles!"

*

Oh how enraged he had been! And yet now he remembered that moment for a totally different reason! Now he was seeing that woman who used to be a mighty queen screaming and crying over that small ball that used to be her son. She was doubling over and over, crying.

"MY BOY! NO NO NO! NO! MY SON!"

At some point she managed to grasp the cloth

"No! Don't-...!"

The cloth revealed a ball of flesh that the face and the little bones were no more recognizable. Odysseus shut his eyes closed for one secondm

"Telemachus!" He thought, "No! Not him...that's not him..."

Andromache screeched in woe as she doubled over at that small ball of flesh that used to play around a few days ago, hitting her chest with the last bits of her hands, pulling on her chains maniacally. Odysseus could take no more. He went close to her. She was a queen, she had to pull it together.

"Get up..." he whispered huskily, "please get up...for your son..."

Andromache shot her head up and spat straight on his face. The saliva from her mouth burnt his cheek like fire; like the fire that now existed in her eyes. Her woe had stopped, apart from those tears that turned her eyes red. Hatred returned...and it was all directed to him... The Man of Many Ways felt his heart turn into marble; hard and cold. He stood up to his full height wiping his cheek with his hand. He felt the dirt and blood smearing in combination with the spit. All of Troy's massacre had fallen upon him...

"Take her out of here!" He ordered in a low, cold voice

If I show weakness...I'm lost...

Andromache struggled only for one minute and that would be so that she wouldn't be separated from her son (the son that now a soldier was picking up again, sparing everyone from the unpleasant task seeing the child). She then followed her captures. She was a queen again. The only thing you could hear was some low cry.

"Odysseus..." Meriones approached him, "Are you alright?"

Odysseus winced in pain. He hadn't realized that he had clenched his fist so hard that it hurt him. He unclenched it.

"Yes..." he whispered, "Yes, I'm fine"

*

Sooo Part 2! Soon the closure will come! Dedication to some hood friends such as @aaronofithaca05 @simugeuge @prompted-wordsmith @loco-bird @jarondont

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Seldom Self-care Sickness

Prompt: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: you were pretty bad at looking after yourself when It came to getting work done. So much so you made yourself sick. But your girls love you all the same.

TW: fever, Flu, non-sexual nudity, implied sexual joke (just one), slight angst, traumatic past (mentioned)

A/N i feel like all my fics are kinda the same thing… im considering opening up requests once i figure out how to…

“honey your going to get sick if you don’t take breaks. love your working yourself into the ground.” Wanda cooed. you brushed the hair from your eyes and went back to work, huffing slightly.

“your probably worse than nat, my love, take a break and we can cuddle.” Wanda tried again.

nat huffed “shes defiantly worse than me at least i take breaks every once in a while.” Wanda shot nat a glare and she went back to typing out her mission report.

you knew they were right, you hadn’t slept or eaten or even stopped to pee lately. work was all you could think about. with the last mission you went on failing you felt the need to prove yourself. after hydra you had always had issues with self worth and work ethic. mainly you didn’t feel you had any. your worked yourself to the bone until your girls picked up the pieces, which they didn’t mind, after all they loved you. you had grown up on the ideology that in order to be valuable and loved you had to earn your keep. of course even a whole year after your rescue the things they taught you were hard to shake off.

“‘m fine wands i need to get this done anyway.” you sighed when she began massaging your shoulders feeling the pent up stress you held in your neck and back. you let your eyes drift shut for a second revealing in the idea of a break before they snapped open and you went back to work. Wanda sighed heavily and retreated back to the bedc to snuggle into nat. every once in a while she shot you a sad look but you huffed and continued writing out the reports.

“baby i brought you some water for a reason. you may want to work but you do need to drink.” Wanda cooed, and you placed down the pen with a bang, emptying the glass while holding Wanda’s eyes the whole time. you wiped you hand over the back of your mouth, replaced the glass on the table and picked up the pen again. Wanda sighed knowing you had at least had some water now which she supposed was better than nothing at all.

she had just began to doze off against Nat’s thigh when a sneeze startled her awake. you grinned sheepishly and waved a hand.

“Pollen count.” you said dismissively and Wanda shot a pointed look at the closed window.

“baby-“

“I need to work.” you cut her off.

“what you really need is to rest.” nat said without looking up from her own report.

“why don’t you harass Natasha for a bit Wanda.” you huffed the room feeling uncomfortably warm.

“because i know when to stop, unlike you.” nat shot back without any malice.

Wanda sighed and began to lazily trace patterns on Nat’s thigh which shivered under her touch. slowly she began to fall asleep again. only to, once again be woken by a sneeze. followed by another three. when you had stopped Wanda raised an eyebrow. she stood up wand walked over to your desk. hands on her hips. “right thats enough, come to bed or i’ll make you, your going to get sick one way or the other now and i don’t need you to be writing nonsense with a high fever.” upon closer look she saw the slight shaking you body was doing, open betrayal.

“right.” Wanda said sounding frustrated at your lack of response. swiftly she laid the back of her palm on your forehead before you could react she tutted.

you moaned at the feeling of cool skin against your fevered face, which felt like a fire was brewing. under your skin.

Wanda’s eyes went wide “baby.” she scolded “you have a fever, no wonder you don’t feel good.” she sighed using her hand to draw the sweaty hair from your face. her fingers tangling in the knots.

nat appeared by her side. she put one hand under your knees and another on your back as she scooped you up bridal style. she was concerned at your lack of protests as she did so and shot Wanda a worried look that was quickly returned. how had you gotten sick so fast? carefully Natasha deposited you on the bed and Wanda went to find a thermometer.

Nat brushed the hair from your face and your eyes fluttered shut in content.

“honey, you need to look after yourself better” she cooed her fingers carding your hair backwards.

“alright.” Wanda said reappearing with a small thermometer. “open” she said tapping a finger on your jaw. you glared but complied.

“good girl.” Wanda said using a finger to close your still open mouth after she slipped it under your tongue.

Wanda hummed and rummaged through the cupboards to find some medicine. “just in case your fevers high we might give you some medicine or even a shower.” your eyes lit up making her chuckle

“not that kind of shower my sweet. save that for when your better.” she winked. you slumped against Nat’s shoulder.

“aww your too cute when you pout baby.” she cooed. the thermometer beeped and she carefully took it out when you faced her. holding it away from you and Nat she read off the number.

“102.7” she said frowning at it. “baby thats too high.” she sighed.

“love you go start the shower and i’ll bring her in when your ready.” nat said as if you weren’t there. which in some ways you weren’t, your eyes had taken a glossy effect as you stared into space. but at the word shower you began squirming in Nat’s lap.

“shh shhh shhh” she cooed in your ear. “it’ll be ok, Wanda and I will be with you the whole time.” you knew from past experience how much a fever shower sucked and were under no compulsion to have another. nat scooped you up as Wanda called from the bathroom, the sound of running water coming through the door. you stopped wriggling in Nat’s arms and succumbed to your torture. going limo as nat shot you a sad look as if she felt sorry for you and you began pouting again.

“shh bubs its alright”

carefully she peel off your sweat soaked clothes and passed your shaking form to Wanda who set your feel down and pulled you flush to her front.

“aww its ok my sweet.” she cooed, running her hands through your wet hair. after a few minutes the shaking was less and Wanda was satisfied you weren’t as warm anymore, they helped you out of the shower. you were still clinging to Wanda while Nat dried you off with a fluffy towel. she helped you step into a pair of fluffy pj pants and into one of Wanda’s shirts. after you were dressed Nat carried you back to the bed so Wanda could get dressed herself.

carefully she set you down and pulled the thermometer out of the draw where Wanda had stashed it earlier.

“open up bubs.” she cooed and you did so with sad eyes.

you were nestled in a mountain of pillows when Wanda remerged and you made grabby hands for her. nat was laid by one side and Wanda by the other, you placed your cheek on her thigh and after a second your eyes drifted shut.

the beep surprised you and you felt Wanda’s fingers remove the stick from your mouth. she looked down at it and sighed.

“101.2 better but still not good.” Wanda looked at Nat who gestured to you, who was half asleep and struggling to keep your eyes open against Wanda’s thigh. you would close them before opening them suddenly only to blink for a few seconds before they slide shut again.

“go to sleep my love. we’ll be here. we’ll keep you safe.” Wanda cooed as Nat ran her hands through your damp hair.

the feeling of her fingers on your scalp drew you to sleep and soon the girls smiled at the soft snores they could hear coming from their tired and sick girlfriend.

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[bcolfanfic]

hi! argue for the agents prompts for ev and helen because i love helen and i’m so curious to what their dynamic looks like in the yv au

this is kinda slice of life from larger plot line @swifty-fox and i have been developing. abusive bf never got a name lmfao we have been calling him "fuckface" exclusively but. just so no one is confused it's *not* nash. this takes place post-afghanistan war being over and him being dead. ev stayed in the military and does flight instruction at a base in west va around where helen lives (where nash was from, and in this au her too) which is how they got connected and became friends post-war to begin with. curt is kickin around here because he went on a field trip to whop fuckface's ass. (and sees a lot of his own mom in helen which is a whole curt lore Thing but that's more rachel's zone).

They had settled into a routine of sorts. Blakely went to work in the morning while Helen stayed at his house with Wyatt. She pattered around, did laundry- did anything really to make his base housing one story feel less cagey.

When he got back, they'd eat together and spend a couple of hours doing what Jean had tenderly dubbed "playing house" during her last phone call to Helen. After putting the three-year-old to bed, they'd settle down on opposite sides of Blakely's bed and it was nothing more or less than that. Save for Wyatt waking up a little past 2am and wanting B'akey every other night.

For a woman who had been roughed up by her piece of shit boyfriend two weeks ago, Helen seemed to be doing marginally okay. The scratches on her face were healing and didn't seem like they'd scar. She told Blakely his flight uniform looked nice on days he had to leave for work in it, laughed over dinner and smiled at him when she crawled into bed- seemingly inching closer to his side each night.

But the routine wasn't supposed to include him giving Curt permission to go beat on the guy only to get a text that he'd shown up to Wyatt on the front porch with Helen inside telling him to leave because they were just talking.

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“And what if he is sorry, why’s it such a big deal to you if I forgive him?” Helen said, scrubbing a cup as bitterly as it was possible to do such a thing.

It was the third day since Tuesday that they'd had this fight, and he wasn't even sure who was picking it first anymore.

“Cause I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him and I don’t understand why you do. Look at your arm- all he has to do is says Oops! and you'd go back to him?" He said, voice going up an octave. "You'd bring Wyatt back around that piece of shit after he scared him so bad?”

Helen put down the cup she was washing, furling and unfurling her fingers. She spoke at the kitchen counter more than she was him, her back still turned.

“He never touched Wyatt, I already told you that. People can change.” Helen said, her voice softening slightly. “And I still don’t see why it's any of your business,” she continued.

“Because it's my preference that you don't go back to someone that put his hands on you? Kinda feels like common sense to me Hel, what type of friend would I be if I just sent you on your way to him."

Blakely was exasperated, and felt his face tightening.

Curt had tried to get across to him, in other words- that growing up in a stable home made him sheltered.

"You're doin' a good thing Blakely, but it's not always so cut and dry. If you don't think you got the patience to stick it out when she wants to hit reverse y' gotta look after yourself too."

But that was silly, he thought then. Helen could never be too much for him.

He saw Curt's point now.

Helen still wasn't facing him, but he could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she inhaled and gulped, like she was trying to choke something down.

If she had been trying to bite her tongue, it didn't work.

“You’re not my boyfriend Ev, it’s none of your business who is.”

“Yeah, cause you really know how to pick ‘em.”

The second those words left his mouth he wanted to shove them back in. But he couldn't now- not when all the air had been sucked out of the room in a millisecond.

The folded flag sitting on the windowsill that they'd taken from her house for safekeeping seemed to have grown eyes, which glared at him accusatorily.

A little noise escaped Helen, like a hurt animal, and Ev pressed his face into his hand, dragging it down.

“That’s not- shit Hel, I wasn't talking about Nash,” He said, inhaling when he sensed her turn around, taking a couple steps closer to him.

“No- you were talkin’ about him. Cause you’re jealous, been jealous of him since you started coming around. Everyone wants something and- you aren’t any different.”

Her voice was tight, and she was so close to him now that he could feel her breath on his face- her eyes searching for something in his.

There were things he wanted, a lot of them. But it was a prioritized list. It always had been.

"I want you to be safe, Helen," he said quietly. "For Wyatt to be safe. You want me to apologize for that?

Helen wrapped her arms around herself, thumb rubbing at a tender mottled yellow-green mark on her bicep.

"I want you to be honest with me," she whispered, looking at Blakely with a faint sniffle. "Because right now, you're not being that and you know it."

"Are you?" he asked back, his voice barely above a whisper.

Helen started at him, inhaling, crossing her arms over her body a little tighter.

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean Ev."

"You know what it means." He replied, locking eyes with her- trying to soften his gaze. "I want to be honest, but you have to work with me here hon, cause I- I don't wanna overstep. Kinda means you gotta go first."

For a second it looked like she was going to respond- lips parting to speak. But there seemed to be some sort of override and a flash of panic flashed over her face.

Helen took a step back, breath catching in her throat.

"I- I need to go get Wyatt ready for dinner, I'm sorry," She stammered, brushing past him and away without waiting for a response.

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Community Flowers

Draco Malfoy x Reader

I kinda got the ick, because the reader is a bit sensitive, but like- I wrote it, so it's not unbearably pick me... I hope

I saw a prompt on TikTok from @livelybooker that said "When she's ignoring the flowers in his car bc she thinks they aren't hers, but then he's worried she doesn't like them" and so, of course, an idea for a quick blurb came from it, and now there's this.

The Yule ball was nearly over, and as I observed the couples that continued to dance, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, from the corner I sat in. I looked for the tall blonde boy, for a few minutes before my eyes landed on him, and a bouquet of flowers. I watched a brunette girl shove the bouquet into his face, and walk off. He stood there, yelled something after her, and turned right around to face me, his grey eyes pierced straight through my soul. 

I broke eye contact because I promised myself I wouldn’t fall back into this cat-and-mouse game. We were good friends, and that was all. Good friends that had kissed on an occasion or two, but overall we were friends, and when he asked Pansy to the Yule ball, rather than me, his opinion was made clear.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Draco's voice made me snap out of my daze looking up at him, as he leaned over the back of a chair to my side. 

"I wasn't really thinking about anything special, just watching the people and the dresses." I lied. Though we had spent a lot of time together I hoped it wasn't so much, that he could sense that I was being untruthful. He looked at me for a minute and seemed to be deciding whether or not he believed me.

"Well I bought you these," the boy smiled as he pulled the flowers from behind his back, to in between us, "They match your dress."

I frowned, seeing as they were the same flowers I just watched Pansy push into his face. His eyebrows scrunched up after I didn't say anything.

"What? You don't like them?" He said, moving to put the flowers on the table, carefully watching my expression.

"Draco, how stupid do you think I am? I just watched Pansy throw those in your face after you offered them to her. Now you want me to take your, stupid, leftover, pity flowers?" I said standing out of my chair to turn and leave. This was the last thing I needed right now. As I exited the great hall I heard his footsteps follow behind me, and speed up as he appeared in front of me.

"Y/n I'm not sure what you think you saw, but I didn't offer your flowers to Pansy Parkinson, of all people," He said trying to explain himself before I walked away again. "Pansy took the flowers from me because she thought they were hers, and when I told her they were for you, she shoved them into my face. I didn't give her the flowers or buy them for her." The boy’s grey eyes seemed to beg for forgiveness with his words.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" I accused, hoping he was telling the truth.

"If I was lying would I have written a letter in the wrapping?" Draco reassured me, folding back a piece of the paper so I could read it.

  Although I'm writing this before the ball, I know you look absolutely gorgeous, hope you'll save me a dance.     -Draco

I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I looked way too happy, but I didn't care. The boy was beaming down at me, smiling as hard as I was.

"You think I’m gorgeous?" I teased, looking up at Draco while I put the flowers down on the chair where I was sitting.

"How about I remind you after our dance?" He said as he grabbed my hands, leading me back into the Great Hall.

[nebulafailura]

A Mask's Shameful History {|} Prompt

Ok, so like I found this writing prompt and decided "Oooo I should make a lil snippet!" And wrote 4 pages worth of writing. Also, I'm kinda new to writing so critiques would be helpful! Enjoy the angst lol

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I gripped the mask with great force, feeling the sharp and jagged edges puncturing my skin. I stare into its sockets as if it was mocking me. It was, wasn’t it? Despite the indentions and the scratches of past trials, the mask is a symbol of blessing. It is a sign that peace and prosperity will soon come into view despite bleak times. Yet, it sits in my hands. It sits in my hands, mocking me. 

The imperfections are only a mere distraction from their pure intentions. As for me, the scars that dawn upon my rough hands are nothing to flaunt. They weren’t earned by an act of heroism, just the punishment for all my wrongdoings. It dares to mock me when it knows that is what I’ve chosen and it is who I am. It is the bed that I will lay and the deathbed it will become. 

So why, why is this mask–this mask of virtue–making a presence near my abode? 

I rear my head away in disgust, fixating my eyes on the lair that’s waiting for me. Right. That was what I was doing. I was going to make some plans and fix some coffee…maybe fix that flickering lightbulb that simply won’t go out. 

So I walked, slowly, softly whispering the number of my steps as I made my way to the piles of paperwork waiting on my desk.

Mumbling incoherently to myself, I started writing. Just another day to make some more plans. Just another day to think. Just another day to stare at that mask–wait no. Don’t give in to the way the mask leers at you. Looking down at me. Mocking me. What right does it have?

I grasp it once more, teeth grit, knuckles whitening. I gave into the pressure it used against me and instead gave the same pressure to it. I hear the sharp crack piercing through my ear. How dare it mock me? I’ll make sure that it will no longer dare again. Not again. Another sickening crack, pieces falling on the ground. Oh, how everyone thought you were tough…yet the pressure, oh the pressure is just too much. One final crack. One final one to-

“Stop.” A voice, quite faint, yet the echoes of their command were proved to be profound. 

The figure, surely stout, walked out of the darkness it once hid. Seems like that light finally gave out.

I tap my fingers languidly on the cold surface of my desk. “I had a feeling it’d be you.” My voice failed to smooth over, the cracks apparent. 

“Then you’d know why I brought-”

“I didn’t think of you to be the type to mock me.” My lip curled.

Her eyes widened, “That…That was not my intention.”

“Then what is it that you are trying to convey?” My words come out strained, as if it was a struggle to merely breathe. 

Silence was a disgusting response.

It was then met with laughter, ragged laughter. 

“You think I could play the part of a hero?”

“He was your friend!”

I scoff loudly at that, “Spare me the sentimental.” Despite the statement, my voice betrays me, spilling the disgraceful shame out of me.

 “I saw the effects he made on you.” The woman stated, “You didn’t choose to fight along The Harbinger. It was because of him, wasn’t it? Don’t you want to put his efforts to good use? The efforts he put into this city? The effort he put into you?”

“His ‘efforts’ led to his death.” I rasped, my back stiffening. “If his ‘efforts’ were so glorious, why was he publicly shamed across the state, ruthlessly murdered in the town square, and I am still here in my liar? I did nothing when he was approaching death, or when he was dying, or when he died. And I shall continue to do so because that is what I do. No hero of such.”

Her head tilts, “Have you no shame?”

I grip the mask once again, feeling the unforgiving chipped frame jabbing my skin once again.

“Why should I?” My tone slightly raised. “Why should I place myself in a position of high honor when I am in no place to commit? What tributes and great triumphs have I achieved for you to bestow me this role? None. Only the horrors that plague me and label me as the disease that I am. You think I need freeing but there is no need. I want to be like this…I must.”

I slumped back into my chair, turning my head towards that frustrating faulty lightbulb. I rub the mask beneath my fingers, feeling the freshly formed cracks against my palm.

“His name, did you know what it meant?” Her voice strips me away from any distractions I had left. 

My eyes narrow. “I never cared to learn another language, nor did I care about the clever names supers came up with. It is a sentiment I wish to continue.” My voice was laced with disinterest.

She didn’t get the hint. 

“Tàiyáng.” She began, tone earnest, “It meant sun. He was our light. Our hope. He gave those who were never given a second chance something to look up to. He was-”

My voice ruthlessly cuts through her speech. “Ohohoho. I get it.” 

I tossed the deteriorated mask, hearing another distasteful crack as it landed on the hard floor. My chair topples over from the speed at which I stand. It’s all mockery.

“Next you’re going to say, ‘This is what he wanted’, right?” My steps echo across the room, persistent. “That this is my chance to ‘prove myself’ to rebuild myself. That he was supposed to be my holy light that helps me cross the gates of heaven and sing hallelujah!”

I fling my arms open, molding myself a smile that is only vacuous and filled with utmost contempt. 

“You don’t understand-”

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND?” I interrupted once more, with guttural resonance. “I have toiled away for years to carve out the path that I now walk upon. Ever since I placed my feet in this building I have understood. I understand that a being like myself doesn’t need any redemption, for there is nothing to be redeemed. A being like myself understands that I am a mere puppet for those who have reached much greater stratagems. To those who are blessed by the people, I am a shadow.”

My hands grasp at something, but there is nothing to grasp. The alternative was to dig my fingernails into my palms.

“And you taunt me with his mask? The sole symbol of pure good, in the hands of someone who has dirtied themselves with sins, with piles of innocent bodies weighing on their back. Tell me, look me in the eyes!” My brows furrow, my hands shake, my vision getting blurrier by the minute.

“Look into my eyes and tell me, do I look like somebody who has any clean part of me to spare to wear the mask of the esteemed hero that has a reputation of a god? Why would a god have faith in me?” I rasp, taking another sharp breath.

“Why did you ever-why did he ever think he could-” My back arches as I no longer have the strength to hold myself up, no longer do I have the power to hold the heavy weight off the sins on my back. 

But I must. I must because I have spent years of my life dedicated to play this part. To take the awful risks you must endure when taking this dark path. If not, what will become of the mask I use to create this identity I have sculpted to my liking? What will become of me?

I try to stand, but I cannot. Not anymore. The only comfort I hear is the deafening silence.

“You…You don’t have to change.” The women whispered, words spoken with great delicacy.

“You can still be Nefās after this. You can still continue your years of work. You have carried many atrocities, that much is true. But the people only see the mask and the apparel you wear that hold the history of these actions.” She took her steps, softly and slowly.

“If you take on a new identity, with clothes,” She takes the cracked mask, holding it gently, “and a mask that holds no history, you can carve out a new path. Only this once. No strings, no catch, no anything. You’ll be pristine.” The hero falls on one knee, lingering for a slight moment before moving the mask closer toward me.

“How can I fake such ethics? All I ever knew was..” I wavered.

“Tàiyáng saw something in you. If you truly believe that you cannot be redeemed, that what he saw in you was a facade, then you can do it again.” 

I lift my head slightly, raising my hand to touch the irrefutable damage. My damage is now a part of the mask’s history.

I take a shallow breath. “It’s broken.”

“It can be fixed.” The women swiftly replied, with a a tinge of desperation. “The damage may still be noticeable, but think of it like this–it’ll have a fresh start. You can…add your own little flair.” There was a slight raise in her voice, perhaps an attempt of some levity.

Could I, the one with the scars that are sneered at in disgust ever be seen as blessings? Adored by the same people who have seen me turn things to ruin, with their eyes, staring into my mask to see what secrets I’ve kept that willed me into the monster that I am.

I looked into the sockets of the mask once more, peering into the dark sockets that had mocked me so many times. Yet, no mockery appeared in that mask any longer. Is it pity? Remorse? 

Why would this mask show me remorse? Does it know of the same pains that I have experienced? Are there scars that hold only shame covered by the good deeds of others? 

What secrets has it kept for its owner, so Tàiyáng wouldn’t face the same fate as all it’s enemies? A fate of mine. 

If Tàiyáng did cover all these secrets…would that be the reason he-

I swallow up my bile, grunting in revulsion. I shake my head as if the callous thought would simply vanish. 

I will make my decision. A new trail, just for a while. Just to complete the revenge people long for. What I long for. The vengeance for Tàiyáng. The friend of many and.. the friend of mine. Just another body to be stacked. The feeling will be different. It won’t weigh.

I touch the mask, I hesitate, before gingerly scooping up the object and bringing it up to my rough face. It conveyed warmth, compared to the chilling metallic mask I had worn.

“What’s it like, Nefās?” She softly asked

“Fās.”

“...Fās?”

“If I’m going to start anew, what is better than to start with a name?” I say as I stand back onto my feet.

“Not a little on the nose?” 

“Considering the fact that I’ve just now switched sides, I would say it is good for now.”

“Fair point.” There was a short pause. “What will your first course of action be, Fās?”

After wiping the leftover grime off my tattered suit, I positioned the mask more comfortably. 

With my chin held high I took a slow deep breath, “Fixing that mind-numbing light bulb.” I sigh.

“And of course working on The Harbinger's downfall.”

[narrators-journal]

Hiiii my first ask won't be an oc ask lmao

Gimme pred prey shokami pwease

Woo! The first suggestion of kinktober! I’m still not sold on a theme for this year, but also don’t be surprised if I lean into the monsters. Just to continue to shake it up. That being said! This was such a fun little shake up! I don’t write much sho content, so he’s kinda eh, but I hope the tale is fun at a minimum!

Btw, if you sent in an ask that is not this one, Tumblr legit ate the shit, so please resend it if it was for kinktober. And! If you’d like to participate in this little game, feel free to send in an ask! I’ll link the prompt list to pull from below :D

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Teratophilia, dubcon vibes, biting, predato/prey (also called primal play, I learned), breaking and entering, sadomasochism, more heavily on masochism. More Kinks will be added if needbe.

In a world of vampires and werewolves, the medical advancements of the world were impressive. Since, when a patient is almost entirely immortal beyond a specific condition, you can test quite a few drugs and techniques, or use someone as a renewable source of human organs.

Which, was universally acknowledged as an amoral use of a humanoid being, but the courts were slow to outlaw the practice. Just like they were slow to outlaw the creation of a patched together man brought to life by lightning and the urge to spite god.

Hence why Sho Minazuki was alive to pace his secluded cabin home like a caged tiger.

DoN’t Go OuTsIdE, MiNaZuKi. The patched-together man grumpily thought as he left the bathroom to wander thoughtlessly into the small kitchen to admire the gallons of not-apple sauces and left over mushy stew in his fridge for the fifth time that night, It’S nOt SaFe UnTiL yOuR hAnD iS fUlLy AtTaChEd. As if sewing it on isn’t enough.Before he shut the door back and shuffled into the small living room to flop onto the couch to watch the only other piece of furniture in the room. The television.

I mean, I can use it, so why can’t I go out? It’s not gonna fly off or something. He continued to fume, the tv honestly paid little attention compared to the monster’s mental monologue. Just say that you don’t want me to have fucking friends, Ikutsuki. Fuck. At least then I can plot your murder without fucking guilt or some other icky feeling-

THUD. Something heavy hit the floor in the bedroom. There was no doubt about that, Sho knew the sounds of bodies hitting the floor of his secluded cabin, how was he supposed to get new organs without that step of the process? But there’s nobody to be slamming around. The dude I got my new hand from is in the basement freezer, that noise came from the BACK of the house. He mused, though the thought didn’t keep the cherry-haired monster on the couch. Because, that means it’s someone alive. Someone I can TALK to, fuck yeah! So, he quickly headed for the bedroom at the back of the house.

“Hello?” He called down the dark hallway that led to the room, but, no reply was given, naturally. So, Sho moved down the hall and used his good hand to open the door to peek in. Before, just throwing the door open to confront and greet the oddball he saw. “Who the hell are you?” He asked, more confused by the sight of the blood on the stranger. His head tilted as his hazy blue eyes scanned over the man who’d just crawled through his window with far more attention than a quick peek granted. So, he was able to notice the man’s tall stature, soon followed by the dark patches of red that had first caught his eye, and how the color had run down his neck and seeped into his plain t-shirt’s collar. Next, was his grey bowl-cut-styled hair. And, finally, the biggest tell of the man’s living status. A pair of stone-grey eyes that were wide, but didn’t seem to catch the moonlight at all.

Whoever the man was, he was definitely a vampire, and a hungry one at that. Obviously hungry enough to break into a home for a meal, rather than find a grocery store that offered ethically obtained blood, too. Alright, so...He’s obviously too out of it for conversation. Either starving, or he’s after something...else. Neither of which is a good thing. Hm. The red-haired monster mused in the heavy silence of the intruder’s lack of an answer. I could probably fight him and win, but I would be damaged for sure. Which, would cost me a literal arm and a leg to repair. So, maybe it would be better to simply run? The house isn’t that big, I could probably get to the front door before him. “I...I don’t mean...I’m not going to kill you…” The tall man muttered, which got Sho’s attention back on him, and how he’d stepped closer. “Then why did you come in here?” Sho asked with a raised eyebrow as he studied the vampire’s face more.

Naturally for a vampire, he was gorgeous to look at. But, also natural for a hungry monster, his mouth was covered in blood and his needle-like fangs extended to the point that the man’s mouth hung slightly open. His hair was mussed and decorated with twigs from the forest that surrounded Sho’s cabin, and his clothes were equally dirty, even beyond the blood stains at the top. So, Sho couldn’t help but think that this beautifully deranged man was determined to get to him for some reason. A reason that, some part of the monster hoped was more carnal than actually starved, because when he looked back into the intruder’s grey eyes, he could see how his lightless pupils were dialated.

Which, some part of the cherry-haired man recognized as a sign of the other instincts at work in the silver-haired man’s head. Instincts that, made Sho’s blood go a bit further south than the situation likely should’ve. Though, he shoved that...curiosity, aside. The intruder had taken another step towards him, and he didn’t seem to be in a state where he could care about much beyond his own needs. And, while the stitched up man was curious to see what he’d do with him first, the risk of the pretty stranger’s fangs was a bit too high for the monster to just, give in. So, before the silver-haired man could get a third step closer, Sho turned back to the bedroom’s door and made a break for freedom.

And god, it was a rush.

Adrenaline was quick to fill his veins when he heard the intruder’s heavy footsteps follow him through the halls, past the bathroom, and into the kitchen. Close enough, that when Sho tried to knock down the only kitchen chair he had as an obstacle, the vampire was able to grab the monster’s wrist. Which, would’ve been an abrupt end to Sho’s chance of escape, if he wasn’t able to just, rip his sutures open to escape. Minus his one currently working hand, but free to continue to the front door while his pursuer was briefly stunned to a stop in the kitchen.

So, Sho took advantage of the opening he was given. He stumbled his way to the door, used his wrist stump to fumble the dead bolt open, and tried to get his fingers around the door knob.

His heartbeat a constant ba-dump, ba-dump in his ears, excitement in his blood, and his breaths quick and panicked. And, while he couldn’t tell if that was due to actual fear, or some lewd sense of excitement, it was just strong enough to make the process of opening the door a challenge with one, not-quite-attached hand. “Come on, come on, come o- oof!”

Seemed the intruder was a fast learner, though. Because, in the shakey state Sho was in, he somehow managed to sneak up on the cherry-haired monster and get him to the living room rug. “J-jesus fuck!” He squawked, his weak grip on the door knob little to no help against the weight of the intruder cold body on his back, his arms around Sho’s belly, unbothered by the redhead’s attempts to struggle free. “Let me go, dude! I’m not a good source of blood! I’m not even a girl, you can’t sate any- AH!” Sho’s words fell on deaf ears. Nothing sunk in beyond whatever animalistic urges drove his fangs into the monster’s throat and pumped in the unmistakable sensation of fluid being poured into his veins in place of his blood.

With it, came a warmth that crawled down Sho’s throat in tandem with the vampire’s venom, but also up his neck to spread over his skull until the cherry-haired man let out a mix of a moan and a pained groan. But, the warmth seemed to dull the ache of sharp fangs plunged into his throat, but simultaneously intensified the pleasure that came from how the intruder’s strong arms kept him trapped between his muscular chest and the rug so that the man could hump against the patched-together man’s ass. “H...hey…” Sho tried, his voice weakened by the intoxicating warmth that slowly turned his bones to jelly and fogged up his thoughts.

Jesus...This is so hot… bubbled up from the bleary mess the venom caused, only to be interrupted by the feeling of a bare, chilled cock being ground against his now bare ass. Which, earned a weak attempt to string together a complaint, but it crumbled apart when the silver-haired intruder growled against his throat. The sound able to rattle through his bones as if they were little more than a jello mold in an earthquake.

Which, was a feeling that was worsened when the vampire shoved his cock into Sho with a moan that seemed to turn the redhead into a rattling puddle of pleasured goo despite the sudden pain of being entered so abruptly with no prep. And, while Sho had started out somewhat reluctant, he soon caved to the thrill of the chase, the weight of the intruder’s cold, muscular body against his back, and the soon-brutal, thoughtless slams of the man’s cock into him. And, that was without the venom that Sho could feel in his veins. But god, did the warmth it brought feed the fog that filled the redhead’s mind.

A vampiric venom that felt like someone had set fire to a pile of weed, and the man was left to huff the laced smoke. His blood turned to numbing static because of it. His heart a-thunder against his sternum, each feral slam of the silver-haired man’s hips against his ass felt in powerful ripples across Sho’s inconsistently-toned skin, and even the pain that was caused by Sho’s body being jostled on the silver-haired man’s fangs was little else but an extra spark of pleasure for the bonfire.

And, while it wasn’t the reason he’d caved so easily to the man above him, the venom didn’t really leave much room for argument. even if the redhead had been turned off by the way the intruder’s animalistic growls stirred his thoughts up the same way his thrusts stirred up his guts, the fog of drug-induced lust still devoured his thoughts and kept his cock stiff while it bounced against his belly. So, Sho couldn’t even begin to find a way to keep up a form of denial.

So, he didn’t bother. He easily let his own pants and moans mix into the soundtrack of pleasure that was skin slapping into sweat-slick skin, grunts, growls, and the occasional noise that leaked through the door from outside. A soundtrack that, when paired with the heady scent of cold air and dust in the living room carpet, made Sho’s cock twitch in time with every scrap of friction that the intruder’s cock gave when pulled out and slammed back in. The breath squeezed out of Sho’s patched together body by the body above him, carpet below, and the thoughtless movements that nearly bounced him into the front door.

Though, even the inability to get a full breath didn’t ruin the fun for Sho. Because, all it managed to do was worsen the heat beneath his skin and strengthen the smog that infected his mind. Moans slightly weakened, his untouched cock left to ache with want, even as the silver-haired man fed the venomous high with his own growls, moans, and huffs of breath that tickled Sho’s skin.

Which, was a moment the patchwork monster could’ve happily lived in forever. Wildly desired by a pretty man, clung to as if he were the only source of sanity left in the world, it was a wonderful escape from the pain of isolated loneliness. So, Sho was unbothered, and almost dissapointed, when the bubble in the redhead’s belly finally burst. And, all thoughts of loneliness or pleasure were blown away in the flashbang of release. Left in their wake, only the simple buzz of the venom’s heat beneath his skin.

But, much to Sho’s thoughtless pleasure, the intruder didn’t seem to notice, nor care about, the redhead’s orgasm. The pulses of euphoria, the shake of Sho’s barely together body, none of it seemed to penetrate the vampire’s hunger to get him to stop. And, Sho was more than happy for him to stay like that.

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Hello Shi-Shi! It’s already been two months already and I am dumbfounded at how fast time goes, I swear it was just the start of June yesterday haha. I hope you are doing well!

Not much has happened since I last spoke unfortunately. I had Softball provincials last weekend so that’s exciting! We didn’t win or anything, but we played good and I’m kinda sad it ended so soon. Where I am, we’ve had a lot of rain so lots of my games were cancelled this year, unfortunately.

I’m still learning to driving! I’ve gotten better, definitely, but I still need a bit of guidance and help sometimes, especially when driving through the city. I really enjoy driving; it’s unfortunate that schools ended so now I don’t get to drive to school every morning and drive back, but I love the times that I do get to drive.

I’ve seen your recent artworks and I absolutely love them! I’m sure you’ve seen me pop up every now and then to like your posts. The Bluestreak one, with its beautiful colours and all that, is perhaps my favourite (I may be slightly biased as Bluestreak is one of my favourite TF characters,,) but all the others are wonderful too! Especially the Ratchet one haha, he looks so confused or traumatized. I also love the two grumpy children and the happy baby bug, they are all so beautiful ^^.

And the Mermay drawing of Leona! That one is so gorgeous, he looks so cheeky and the lighting is so well done! All the details, it’s just *chefs kiss*. I didn’t make anything for Mermay this year unfortunately (or maybe I did,, I’m not sure anymore, I’ve been on a drawing roll with a lot of drawings, I’m making a humanformers Jazz/Prowl right now!)

I think after all this text, that’s it haha. Don’t want to make this a whole essay, after all. I hope you have a good day/night, Shi-Shi!

-Meister/Vexian?

Hi there Meister! It's nice to see you again! I saw your message in my inbox and gave a little hop. Time really does fly doesn't it?

I'm sorry to hear that you were rained out for so much of your season. That being said, I think that so long as you had a good time with the games you played, it's a good season.

I didn't drive myself to school until college, so I had a different learning curve than yours. I also didn't enjoy driving just because it takes a while to get from Point A to Point B where I live, but I can say that learning to drive is definitely a slow process. If you like doing it, you'll be driving well and comfortably quickly (a lot faster than I did hehe).

I'm very happy you liked my latest pieces. I've been stuck in an extended rut and have had to fight tooth-and-nail for every picture I draw. But returning to comfort characters (I too have a soft spot for Bluestreak) and putting some of my more ambitious projects on hold has helped a little. Mermay is the only art-event-thingie I actually try to put something out for, and as I said on the Leona picture, I BARELY squeaked him in. Getting art ready for a prompt like Mermay or Inktober for example, can be a challenge so more often than not I'm in the same boat of "didn't make anything for it this year" Kind of like how I always say "I'll make it to the art-fight next time" and never do lol

I'm glad to hear from you and happy that you're doing well Meister, or would you rather I use Vexian now? I wish you good luck on your art pieces and that drawing roll will continue~ Have a wonderful day/night

[all54321]

The Spell of Silence

Grian joins Hermitcraft still as a Watcher. He still split from the ones who turned him, but he still acts as one even solo. Scar discovers and it doesn’t go well for him.

This is the first AU that isn’t really Scarian. I tried, of course, but the way I made this AU and the direction I was taking it… it just didn’t seem like a possible option anymore, not for this AU at least. I made a different/generally darker AU where they do get together, but that’s a whole other thing. Scar does kinda have a crush on Grian still, so… there’s that? His love quickly turns into hatred though.

Grian is pretty evil in this au, but in a more passive sense. He just doesn’t care about so many things that he should care about. The life games though, he goes fully unhinged with them. Like, have you heard his laugh in 3rd life?

—————

Grian rubs a hand over his face, this was not how he saw today going. He paces a few feet away from where Scar lays on the ground, unconscious. He’s not worried, he’s… he just doesn’t want to deal with this at the moment. Grian especially doesn’t want to deal with this if the spell doesn’t work. He casts a glance at Scar again, he also doesn’t know what he’ll do if his spell has… side effects. It shouldn’t, but it’s not like he’s tried to do something like this before.

A quiet groan pulls Grian from his thoughts. He leans over Scar, “Scar? You okay?”

He slowly opens his eyes, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “Grian… what…?

“How are you feeling?” Grian prompts again, wanting to make sure he’s fine. He may have little regard for what happens to others, but he doesn’t want to permanently hurt any of the hermits. It could also blow his cover if Scar doesn’t recover from this.

Scar stares up at him in confusion still, as if trying to piece the last few moments of his prior consciousness together. After a few seconds he seems like he does because he bolts upwards and backs away from Grian. “You- you were…” he trails off, clearly unable to form the words. Scar still tries, as shown from the increasingly more horrified look on his face.

Grian sighs in relief, “good, it worked.” Considering how little time he had to prepare the best spell, this worked pretty well.

Scar refocuses on him, “w-what?”

“You’re not going to say a word about what you just saw,” Grian says, all traces of warmth gone. “Literally, you are unable to say anything.”

Scar doesn’t say anything, clearing trying to test if that’s true. His horror returns full force the longer the silence goes on. Grian’s rather impressed by this, he didn’t anticipate the spell working this well. After a while Scar swallows, his voice full of nerves and resignation, “why…?”

“Why what?” Grian asks, curious, before immediately realizing, “ah, right, the spell. You can’t clarify.”

“That.”

“The spell?” Scar nods, so Grian continues, “so you can’t tell anyone what you know now. The only other option is to forcibly remove the memories from your mind, but that has a chance to completely shatter your mind, and I’d rather not do that.”

And Scar’s back to looking horrified.

“Now,” Grian adds, “I’d recommend pretending like none of this happened so no one asks questions. I will take my chances with the memory altering spell if you leave me no choice.”

Much to Grian’s surprise, the horror fades from his eyes. Less to Grian’s surprise, it turns into anger. “You… what are you!?”

“I don’t think that’s relevant,” Grian replies easily. Anything Scar learns can’t be shared, that doesn’t mean he needs to tell Scar anything.

“And why not?”

“It’s not important for you to know.”

“It’s not like I can say anything anyway, what’s the point?” Scar angrily snaps.

Grian scoffs, “I don’t need to tell you anything. You barged in here first, I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Scar just glares daggers at him for a few seconds before respond, “why are you doing all of this?”

A grin spreads across Grian’s face, “why? Because it’s fun, of course.”

“Fun? You consider that fun?”

“Chaos is always fun, I thought you guys knew that.”

“You literally-“ Scar falls silent.

“What better way to cause chaos then those games?” Grian says gleefully, knowing what Scar was going to say. “All of you crumbling into fear and paranoia, fighting each other to come out on top, killing without mercy, betrayal. So, so many fun things that don’t happen here on Hermitcraft.” Scar takes a step back at Grian’s passionate response, nerves not even hidden. “I create those games because I can’t do any of that stuff here.” Grian pauses as he realizes he’s doing exactly what he said he wouldn’t. He shrugs the thought away as an idea comes to mind, “you know,” he begins, voice dropping low and edging on a purr. “Wouldn’t it be fun if in the next game I let you keep your memories too?”

“Next?” Scar whispers, taking another step back.

“Of course, why would I stop making those games, I have so many more ideas.” Grian approaches Scar, enjoying his fear, “two is far too low of a number.”

“Get away from me,” he mutters, any heat behind the words lost to the fear that’s taken over again.

“You’re free to leave whenever, I’m not stopping you,” Grian replies, only pausing when he’s right in front of Scar. “I don’t really care what you do as long as you don’t elude to what’s happened here today.”

“And- and if I do?”

“I’ll take my chances with that memory altering spell. So it’s really in your best interest if you keep silent,” Grian says, grinning widely.

Several expressions flit across Scar’s face before panic and fear take hold again. He takes a couple more steps away and, after Grian doesn’t follow, turns tail and flies away on his elytra, spamming rockets to get away faster.

Grian watches the slowly disappearing sparks in silence. This is a little annoying, he’s not too fond of Scar holding this knowledge, even if he can’t use it. It doesn’t help that he’s somewhat fond of the terraformer, because it makes him want to try less risks with keeping this under wraps. Well, he’ll just have to keep an eye (or several) on Scar to make sure everything is fine.

[askthefivefallen]

A: "I'm not gonna fade." *she wants to make a joke about Emily being so keen she keep control of her mouth but there's... a genuine, haunted look in the seraph's eyes that unnerves her. She figured Emily probably worried when she couldn't find Ass, when she didn't respond to her texts- which, fuck, now she's need a new phone again, Lefty was going to kill her- but she hadn't considered anything happened beyond that. She couldn't imagine what Emily had gone through over those few days* "I promise. I've got my ax back, I could always-"

I'm staying in the halo.

A: "The fuck do you mean you're staying in the halo!?" *her vision goes cross eyed as she tries glaring above her own head* "Em just said-"

I will communicate. I am not leaving the halo.

A: *she looks at Emily* "Give me a sec, I need Shamira to explain herself and I feel like she's going to make it hard." *her attention shifts back* "This is kinda fuckin' rude, you know, trying to have a private conversation-" *the wave of guilt that washes over her, she realizes, is just a fraction escaping through a dam before Shamira retreats further into the halo* "Okay, yeah, low blow. My bad."

It's hardly your fault.

A: "It's not yours, either. Like Em said, you have your own side to this story. So, why don't you want to tell it?"

I want to tell it but I have a number of reasons to do so through a medium. It's your body; now aware of the transgression, I do not wish to repeat myself, even to take control of a small piece of you. I worry that if we begin seeking ways to justify such, I will continue seeking those justifications. Being held in such a small space like this... it's not a physical thing, true, but it's not pleasant either- and I at least have a choice in the matter. You didn't.

A: *she nods- which is weird, even given the context that she's not used to talking to a noncorporeal entity like this- but remains silent, prompting a disgruntle ripple of annoyance from Shamira*

I also... don't want her to hate me more than she already does.

A: "Emily doesn't hate you, Shamira."

I was used as an unwitting tool to keep her from you. Even if she doesn't hate me, as a being, she hates what I represent. Heaven's Will forced upon her, taking from her a source of Joy, denying her choice- you saw her desperation, her frustration, her pain, all as clearly as I did, Ass. Even now, I'm keeping you from... indulging.

A: "Banging, you're keeping us from banging, yes, but continue." *the attempt at levity fails and the guilt becomes stronger for a moment* "If it's any consolation, we kinda have a tradition of having traumatizing events occur before getting physical- well, that's the dumbest way I could've worded that but whatever, I'm still kinda out of it- and this time, it'll take a lot longer to get past the traumatizing part. That's fine." *she reaches for her own wrists and works free the bindings on Shamira's gauntlets. They didn't give way easily- they were never intended to be removed- but she succeeds and pulls them off so she can set her bare hands on Emily's hips again. "We've got time."

That doesn't change how guilty I feel knowing that my presence is inhibiting you both and there's nothing any of us can do about it. And... I do not wish to make matters worse. On our trip through the portals, I acted on instinct, and it upset Emily further- a wrong word... no. I don't wish to risk it.

A: *she presses her lips into a thin line, then looks at Emily* "Shamira does want to talk to you but she doesn't trust herself to leave the halo. Plus, she feels guilty- I think she's trying to be unobtrusive in the hopes we can... ignore her and do what we'd normally do." *her fingers flex because she is hungry for Emily, especially remembering the first time they used this couch for... other purposes than sitting idly, but she holds back, too* "But... I'm not comfortable with that. I don't think you would be, either. And she's afraid-"

I'm not- wait, is this fear?

A: "Yes, Shamira, that crushing weight of negative expectation is called 'dread' and it's basically intense fear. You're scared of upsetting Emily more- you feel guilty about the how and why you were created, and you don't wanna fuck up your tentative new existence. Believe me. I get that." *she looks into Emily's eyes* "So... ask me and I'll speak for her. Even the shit she doesn't want to say, I can still kinda feel. I'll try to get better at saying what she's saying, too. It's just kinda... weird."

Weird how?

A: "I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure if I'm the one picturing-"

Ah, yes, I see. I suppose... same.

A: "Yeah, now that we're aware of each other and you're testing the limits of your existence, I'm really not sure where you begin and I end. We don't- we don't have souls in the traditional sense but... there's something there. Something that makes me me and you you, and it's weird to suddenly be aware of that in a very tangible way."

A: *in the next moment, there's an unspoken agreement between them, because she looks at Emily and feels warmth spread through her chest, love for the one who literally went through Hell to get her back, and there's a similar sensation coming from Shamira. The guilt intensifies. They aren't sure where one begins and the other ends but they have things in common. They both love Emily and have pledged their everything to her but Shamira seems to feel like she is... lesser in this regard. Her entire experience with Emily was focused on reaching Ass; Emily has no reason to tolerate Shamira's presence, aside from the fact that it's Emily, and she'd never be so cruel. It's a one-sided love unearned, because the soft moments that melt the guardian angel's heart... were never directed at her, despite that being the only perspective to access those memories. So, they take another step forward together, cohabitating the same body and loving the same seraph and pretending like that makes any sense; as long as it works for them, it should be fine*

We have time.

A: *she smiles and sighs and relaxes into Emily's couch, into the pleasant pressure against her, the fiery kiss and oh so delicious familiarity in her touch, her soft words and the hunger flashing in her eyes- after resigning herself to fading into nothingness trapped within the prison of her own mind, Ass is soaking in every sensation. The idea of a shower together is exceptionally tempting- it's exciting new territory, and she's not so tired that- ah. Right*

I am incapable of granting privacy but, if it's any consolation, I've seen your memories and will remain silent for the duration. It's as close as I can give you presently.

A: *she smiles, ignoring Shamira for the moment* "Keep that shower idea on the backburner for now, Sweetheart. We're gonna try that soon but bath sounds great for now. Then... make a pot of coffee. I can't sleep quite yet."

You should. You're exceptionally tired. It took an impressive amount of mental strength to break through the shielding that should've kept you in, not to mention prying it open in the first place. I never slept, so your body-

A: "Shamira, please, shut up." *she sighs, shaking her head* "You know I'm just going to argue with you, you can read my thoughts, right?"

I can interpret your intentions but you speak straight from the heart. The lack of careful wording makes it difficult for me to understand.

A: "Okay, so you can't read my mind perfectly, good to know, but you damn well know none of us can sleep until we've talked about... this." *she makes a vague gesture to herself and then looks up at Emily* "Shamira can't, like, disconnect- she's always gonna be aware of what I'm aware of and she's not comfortable seeing you naked in the flesh just yet."

I have said no such thing.

A: "You're not the only one with a vague feeling, dipshit." *she rolls her eyes* "Literal fuckin' asshole." *she refocuses her attention on Emily, running her hands along the seraph's sides, trying to soothe her- and herself in the same measure* "I do wanna cuddle. I wanna just bury myself inside of you and lose myself for a bit."

Okay, that mental image was entirely unnecessary.

A: "But, Shamira's not quite there yet." *she tilts her head, then shrugs* "Although, she really liked you tossing her through portals."

And that revelation was also unnecessary!

A: *she smirks* "There's nothing I want to do more than pick up right where we left off- we went to the big fancy party, now it's time for us to have some fun." *she wants to waggle her eyebrows but... instead, her expression pinches* "But... Shamira tried for me, even when she wasn't really sure what I even was, so I... kinda owe her. And- she wasn't able to talk to you before. Now, she can, and I feel like she has some things she'd like to say."

I am under no obligation to cooperate.

A: *to be fair, that was true, but she knew an easy way around that bit of stubbornness* "Do you want to talk to Shamira, Em?"

((@ask-emily-em-emmy))

[k4g3hika]

Mrs girl, your Eddie x reader fanfic are so Good, they made got through to much emotion, that it really life changing. Well, I can request Eddie x Reader, but it's with Eddie helping out in inside yk like bringing out ingredients or chopping the vegetables for you and kinda being klutz, I feel like Eddie wouldn't be the best cook but would love to be there with you especially your cooking.

NOT PERFECT ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: eddie isn’t a chef. he knew that. but he helps out when you ask him and tries his best…even though he’s a insecure of his skills.

genre: comfort/ a bit of angst?

wc: 928

note/warning: sorry this took me so long! also, there’s a mention of blood, so if you’re uncomfy with that, feel free to skip past:)

“Eds, can you get me some green onion from outside please?”

“Sure thing babe.” He smiles at you, grabbing the knife from the drawer. Luckily, you catch him before he goes, handing him a pair of scissors with a teasing smile on your face.

“Remember, not with a knife,” you take the knife by the handle and put the scissors in his palm, “but with scissors my love.”

“O-Oh…right. Sorry.” He kisses the top of your head before scurrying outside. Laughing to yourself, you continue to cook the curry in the pot, putting various spices inside. You remember not to put too many spices, or else Eddie wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Eddie wasn’t kitchen-savvy. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, prompting him and his uncle to eat a vast amount of microwave dinners or canned food. It wasn’t like he didn’t want cooked food. It’s just that he wasn’t exactly born with the talent to make any. 

If Eddie could burn boiling water, he probably would’ve by now.

However, despite his faults, you still require his help. Eddie didn't understand why you would ask him. It’s not like he was confident in whatever he was doing. But to you, cooking in pairs or groups rather than cooking alone, was something you preferred. You often saw cooking as a way to bond with others, so to cook with Eddie was something you enjoyed.

And he wouldn’t tell you this of course, but it was probably apparent, he loved to cook with you too. It’s just that he made more mistakes than he hoped to make.

“I have the green onion!” Eddie came back inside waving the stocks around, coming back to your side and slapping them onto the chopping board. “I hope they’re nice.”

Taking one good look at it, you noticed that they weren’t perfect. One was way longer than the other, whilst others had holes in it because of those rotten snails. 

You wouldn’t say that to Eddie though.

“They’re amazing. Thank you so much.” You kiss him on his cheek. “Can you slice them now? You don’t need a knife, all you need to do is cut them with the scissors into small pieces.”

“Okay, that seems easy enough.” Eddie picked up one stock, wanting to do it perfectly. He knew how much pride you took to your cooking, and he didn’t want to ruin it all with his mistakes. 

Eddie thought your food was perfect and he didn’t want to taint that.

You listen in on him, trying to hear the funny curses under his breath, or when he usually pleads, begs, the utensils to work with him-

“Shit!” Eddie frantically dropped the scissors, catching your attention immediately when he put his finger to his mouth. “Fuck,” 

“Eds-”

“Babe, it’s fine. I-I’ll just clean it up. Oh no, I got my blood all over the onions, shit!” He ran to the bathroom, obviously shy because of his injury. 

It hurt you a bit. That Eddie was a bit insecure whenever he would cook with you. 

Yes, you noticed. You knew Eddie’s insecure aura through and through. You felt it every time you asked him to do something. But he always denied feeling that way.

You just wished he wouldn’t lie to you for the sake of your happiness. 

Turning the oven to low heat, you make your way to the bathroom, hearing Eddie’s cursing. You sigh and push the door a bit, seeing him attempt to put a bandage on himself but failing tremendously. Finally, Eddie notices you standing around and immediately begins to get nervous.

“Y/N-”

“Let me help you.” You gently grab his finger, throwing the band aid that was previously there into the garbage. Opening the box and getting a new one, you rip open the packaging and make sure there are no air bubbles. You hear Eddie sigh.

“I’m sorry baby. I ruined whatever you were cooking.” Your lips press into a fine line, putting his finger down and reaching to his face. You hold it with both hands, brushing your thumbs across his cheeks.

“Eddie, you didn’t ruin anything. The green onions weren’t really that important anyway. Plus, there is always more growing outside. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“But it was going to be perfect…if I didn’t just-”

“Eds. Stop. Anyone could’ve made that mistake. Fuck, I could’ve made that mistake. Just because you think I’m an expert at cooking doesn’t mean I could slice or chop off my finger.” You giggle, Eddie following suit and placing his hands on your waist. “And Eddie, I know you were thinking about not helping me in the kitchen anymore.”

His eyes drop.

“And it’s completely your choice. I’m not gonna force you. But babe,” you push yourself closer, “I love when you help me in the kitchen. Even though you're a total klutz, don’t know the difference between a ladle and a spatula, and don’t know what you’re doing…I still prefer you there than to be alone.”

Eddie smiles at you, pulling you close into a hug. You sigh at his touch and step back from him. Leaning in, you kiss him on the corner of his lips and watch his smile grow wider.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Suddenly, the smell of burning powder radiates through the trailer. This prompts you to move slowly towards the bathroom’s doorway, and see the smoking rising from the pot. Your eyebrows raise and Eddie starts to wonder what was going on.

“Oh shit!”

“What?!”

“The fucking food!” 

[kiankiwi]

Austin with a reader who’s constantly putting herself down?. As someone who does that a lot, I need to hear comforting words from Austin

I hope this is okay. I kinda ran with it. We explore your and Austin's insecurities. I hope this whole thing makes sense! <3

Austin knew you were having one of your bad days as soon as he got home from doing press. He had walked into a silent house that's usually filled with your singing or your dance music blasting from your alexa. As he walked further into the house, searching for you, he could hear you groaning and grunting to yourself. He stood outside of your cracked bedroom door, peeking in to find you tossing what looked like every piece of clothing you owned on the floor. Not liking the image you see in the mirror in what you're currently wearing, you angrily pull it off your body, wanting to rip the fabrics to shred as you take it from your body and toss it to the floor, standing in front of the mirror, criticizing every inch of skin you see in the mirror.

"Why is he even with me, Bri?" He raises his eyebrows when he hears your best friend's voice come through the phone sitting abandoned on the bed. Apparently you had called her while trying on clothes trying to find a good going out outfit. But today you felt pretty in nothing.

"What do you mean?" Your best friend asked.

You rubbed your face, tired and exasperated at feeling this big emotion for so long. "I mean, he's been with models, Bri. He's been with a Disney star. Why is he with me? I'm just a nobody. I mean, I'm not model, I... I don't have much going for me. The best thing about me is he's my boyfriend. I'm just a stupid no one. I'm always afraid of going to red carpets with him because then what if an interviewer asks me something and I give a stupid dumb answer. I mean, I'm just me.. What if he's with me as a joke, or a bet? What if he's just with me out of pity... And all this goddamn hate I get! Don't they know whatever they come up with, I've already said to myself?" You ask as the tears finally spill over.

Austin had to put a stop to this. You're spewing absolute nonsense and he could tell you were starting to spiral into a panic.

He burst into the bedroom, startling you, quickly picking up your phone. "She'll call you back Bri. I got this." He didn't wait for your best friend to reply before ending the call and tossing your phone on your shared bed.

You continue to cry and slowly drop to the ground in Austin's arms as he shushed your cries.

"H-how much did you hear?" You ask once you've calmed down. He sighs, sad that that's how you thought of yourself. To him, he's the one who constantly wonders why you're with him. He's had a lot of girls take advantage of him because he looks like a human Ken doll so he thanked god the day he found you who cares about him for him and cares about what he thinks and care about him more than just what he looks like and what you look like standing next to him at red carpets hoping he made you pretty by comparison.

It breaks his heart that you don't think you're good enough for someone like him. He's just a guy. And he hates that because of his looks, people put him on a pedestal.

"From 'why is he even with me?'" You choke on your embarrassment crying again. "And can I set some things straight? I am not with you out of pity or some bet or as a joke. I'm with you because you are an outstanding person who cares about everyone they ever meet. When you met me, you took the time to see me. Not Austin Butler. You saw Austin.

"I wish you could see you through my eyes. Because you know what I see? Who I fell in love with?" You stay silent, prompting him to go on.

"I see a gorgeous inside and out individual who wears her heart on her sleeve and I see someone who is my absolute best friend. I don't date anyone for how they look so I don't care if you don't look like a model. You are human and you're healthy that's what matters." Austin squeezes your hip, hoping all of his words are sinking into your damn soul.

He sighs, searching for the rest of his words. "I don't know what will make you believe what I'm saying but I've gotta try my hardest to make you see yourself the way I see you." And with that he cups your face in his large hands. "You my dear are worthy of love. You are kind. You are honest. You deserve the world and I will give it to you until my last damn breath. You are beautiful. You are intelligent. You are quick-witted and hilarious and you are stronger than I could ever be, you hear me?

"And I thank my lucky stars every day I get to be with you and spend my time with you because I'm living my best life with you by my side." And at the end of this life changing (for you) speech, Austin pecks your lips. "I." Peck. "Love." Peck. "You." Peck. You smile into the kisses. "I love you too, Austin. Thank you, I really needed that." He nods. "Do you want to go on a walk with me? It'll help clear your head too." You nod and he stands, holding his hand out to you. "Let me just text Bri tell her I'm okay."

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I really hope this was okay, anon! I really tried to put as many positive affirmations in there as possible for ya and I hope this makes you smile/makes you feel better! <3 much love

[imacookie212]

Shishigumi’s catching their S/O at 3 am preparing noodles

General :

• I don’t think any of them would be shocked to see you in terms of surprise, they’d be more aware of someone being up and sensing movement. Prompting them to go check and being relieved it’s just you. Once they don’t see you in bed, they have a hunch that it might be you that’s on the move

• If these are recurring things that they see you do, they would be more willing to go with you and have a little snack with you

Ibuki

• Doesn’t really say much, kinda just stares at you sleepily

• Might get a drink himself to keep you company while you eat your noodles

• If he’s hungry instead of noodles, he’ll reheat some leftovers to eat with you. He doesn’t wanna let you eat alone

Chief Lion

• Tinniest bit grumpy because he wants to have you by his side in bed and also because you woke him up

• Lets you bring your noodles to the bed, the man just wants to sleep with the peace of mind that you’re next to him

• If he can’t sleep or isn’t all that tired when he wakes up, he’ll get some water and maybe steal a bite of your noodles

Dolph

• Sleepy.Blep.exe. He wants you back in bed but he’s awake now

• Fixes himself some whiskey and a piece of meat to join you in your noodle snack, he might take a bite of your noodles but he gives you a bite of his snack too

• Lays on you when you get back to bed, he isn’t letting you out any time soon

Agata

• He wasn’t gonna go check, but the smell of noodles got to him

• He starts preparing his own noodles and even adds a couple more ingredients to both of your noodles. He’s hungry and wants you well-fed so you don’t leave him in the middle of the night again

• Both of you watch noodle asmr until you fall asleep

Free

• Walks up behind you and does that “pretend fuck” on you to scare you

• Lays his head on yours and just lets you keep preparing your noodles, he likes watching you cook

• Claims he doesn’t want some but eats half of your noodles, he gives you some chips he’s hidden as a peace treaty before tackling you and cuddling

Hino

• He couldn’t sleep and followed you to the kitchen and watched you prepare the noodles, he scared you half to death

• Reheats some food for himself and searches for some sleep remedies while both of you eat your food

• Gets himself some warm milk for the two of you guys and cuddles you extra tight so you don’t escape from him at night

Dope

• After realizing it’s only you who’s up, he asks if you could make him some too. He’s still sleepy but doesn’t want you to eat alone, besides, a cup of noodles wouldn’t hurt him?

• Gets some drinks for both of you, might help prepare some meat to go with the noodles if you're okay with that

• He’s very sleepy after that good meal with you, he begins leaving small snacks in the room so you don’t have to leave the bed

Jinma

• He likes to sleep next to you while you eat, he just doesn’t have the energy to eat in the middle of the night

• Begins to scope out noodle places to take you to

• If your cravings continue, he’ll take you at 3 am to a nice small noodle stand that makes some bomb noodles

Sabu

• He silently watches you prepare noodles, he thinks you look cute trying to be quiet while cooking

• Doesn’t confront you or interrupt you, he might sneakily take some bites while you're not looking, but you’ll never know

• Afterward, he stocks up on some noodles for you and himself

Miguel

• Nagged you when he saw you making yourself some noodles because it’s not good for you

• He begins preparing some noodles for himself and boils vegetables to put in both of your noodles. How could he say no to noodles with veggies?

• Won’t mind joining you on his cheat days to eat noodles and snack on some other healthier snacks at an ungodly hour

[theringers]

friends with benefits - charles leclerc

summary: type A planner best friend lives with no thoughts head empty best friend and they decide to start sleeping together

request: 37 , 70, 78 w charles😃

prompts: 37) “Please? I'll be good, I promise!" 70) “we’re just…friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!” 78) “Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

a/n: charles, head empty no thoughts just his hot roommate and his inability to keep things to himself

warnings: nsfw, 18+, angst kinda, friends to fuck buddies, oral sex

“Could you uhhhhh do me a favor?” You asked Charles. The fuzzy blanket was draped over both of you and he was about to press play on the movie.

His eyes rolled. “What do you need, my love?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Can you maybe make some popcorn?” You tried to slow your words down a bit, for some reason thinking he would be more inclined to say yes if you asked like that.

He exhaled loudly. “Fine.” He tossed the blanket over to you so he could get up off the couch. “But only because now you’ve got that thought in my mind and I want it.”

“If doing things for yourself instead of me makes you feel better, that’s okay with me.” You smiled. This was a typical weeknight for the two of you.

You were a self proclaimed movie critic. Charles just got stuck with a self proclaimed movie critic as a roommate, but it made for some entertaining nights.

The two of you met in high school and immediately formed a bond. Everything between you two was easygoing and laid back, which he loved. He was never a huge people person or party type and neither were you.

You found peace in each other’s silent company and eventually realized you had more in common than you first thought. That following summer, you did practically everything together. Charles had a couple girlfriends here and there and you had a couple boyfriends as well, but it didn’t really matter. Nothing ever stuck.

College rolled around and you weren’t sure what to do. You wanted to stay in Monaco close to your family, but you just couldn’t live at home anymore. Lucky for you, Charles offered to let you move into his spare bedroom until you could make a decision. It had been years and you were still in that spare bedroom. The thought of moving out and doing something different hadn’t crossed your mind since the day you moved in.

“Do you want butter or no butter?” He asked from the kitchen, hands full of popcorn bags.

“Come on is that even a question?”

“Right. Butter. Lots of it.” He threw the bag into the microwave and it started to pop.

He came back with a bowl full of steaming popcorn and handed it to you.

“Be careful it’s,” he looked at you to see your mouth wide open and steam coming out, “hot.”

“Almost hotter than you,” you said once you caught your breath.

He rolled his eyes and fake laughed. “Hilarious, y/n.”

“I’m being serious.”

“C’mon, we’ve talked about this.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re hot,” you said. Every time this was brought up, he got so flustered. Which was why you continued to joke around with him and flirt with him. He would never act on it.

“Y/n…. I’m gonna go to bed if you keep this up.” He was annoyed.

“I’m sorry. Please stay? I’ll be good, I promise.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Fine, but you gotta stop,” he said, pulling your legs onto his lap so you could lounge more comfortably.

A rom-com was playing on the TV and the sound of munching on popcorn was filling the room.

A long distance relationship played out on the screen. Lots of phone calls, lots of phone sex, lots of jerking off to each other’s photos. You shifted in your seat, trying to seem casual and not uncomfortable.

“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.” You stopped shifting and looked at Charles.

“So much for ‘we’ve talked about this’.” You held up air quotes. “Care to elaborate?” He was known for saying out of pocket things. Sometimes you weren’t sure if he fully thought things through before he said them.

“I mean, not really. The movie just reminded me of it.”

You couldn’t think of a response quick enough so he continued to talk. “You always say whatever’s on your mind so I thought I might try it out.”

“You don’t do that enough already?”

“I’m trying to be more honest.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him. “I applaud you for that. But you can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

“Don’t hate me, that’s all I’m going to say.” His hand rubbed up and down your shins that were resting on his lap.

“I could never hate you, Charles.”

“Last night when you took a shower, you left the bathroom door wide open. I was just walking back to my room from the kitchen, I didn’t mean to-”

You laughed and interrupted him. “Charles, it’s okay. That’s my fault.”

“I just glanced, I promise. But I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. And my cock was still really hard after a while.”

“You knew I was awake, you should have come to my room,” you said. It sounded good in theory but if you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t know what to do if he showed up at your bedroom door with a boner.

“We’re just friends though. Friends don’t do that type of shit.” He took a deep breath and looked off in the distance. Anything to avoid eye contact.

“Says who?” He looked at you and tilted his head in confusion. “A lot of friends do that type of shit. There’s even a word for it.”

“Have you thought about this before?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t… Charles, we’re two young twenty somethings that live together. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about what it would be like if we were sleeping together.”

“I don’t mean this in a bad way but I honestly didn’t think about it until I saw you.”

“Maybe it’s just the hopeless romantic in me.” You had thought about what a perfect storyline it would make for you two to sleep together but never the reality of actually getting into bed with him. Now that made you nervous.

“More like the horny romantic”

“Very funny…” You tossed a piece of popcorn at him and he swatted it away.

“So, are we doing this thing?” He turned his attention from the TV to you.

“Tell me you didn’t just actually ask me that question.” He was blunt and never beat around the bush.

“I did, and I would like an answer, please.” You wanted to smack that stupid smile off of his face for how he was making you feel.

“What’s this thing?” He needed to spell it out.

“Are you,” he pointed to you, “going to let me,” his finger moved to himself, “inside of you?”

You burst out laughing. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty. We need to set some ground rules for this.”

“Rules?” He didn’t look like he was a fan of rules. And as his roommate, you knew he wasn’t a fan of them. Just ask the groceries you’ve gone shopping for two months in a row.

“Our friendship, our cohabitation, you know. I’m not just going to let you go willy nilly on me without making sure you aren’t going to leave me friendless or homeless after.” Nothing could be done with you unless it was carefully planned. All possible outcomes had to be thought through.

“I would never leave you friendless or homeless.”

“Even if I was the worst person at sex, in the world, ever?”

“I highly doubt you’re the worst, but even if you were.”

“You’d still fuck me, even if everyone in the entire world was better than me. Damn I’m lucky.”

“Here’s a rule for you. You need to tell me how it feels. I’ll fuck you however you want to be fucked so you better tell me when something feels good.” Charles said.

“I can do that. If you like something I do, tell me. If you don’t, tell me.” You talked a big game but telling Charles how he made you feel sexually made your spine tingle, and you weren’t sure if it was anxiety or desire.

“I doubt there’s anything you can do to my body that I won’t like.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He was a guy after all.

“You wanna bet?” You asked, lunging at him jokingly.

“Sure, I’d like to see you try.”

“I guess I will, then.” You just needed time to plan it first.

He stood up and held out his hand for you to take. “Now that we’ve talked about it, I can’t get it off my mind.”

“You want to do this, right now?” Panic set in. This was too sudden.

“Right now,” he said, confidently. “If, that’s what you want, of course.”

“Okay.” You followed him into the hallway, bypassing your bedroom and ending up in his.

You took a few shy steps around, like you’d never been in there before. “Do you want to get on top or do you want me to?”

“Y/n…” He needed you to just relax and let go.

“Right, right, let’s just do it.” You took a step forward and he grabbed your face in his hands. Your lips moved with his, feeling soft and warm. There was only so much in your life you could plan. This was never part of it.

He slowly guided you to his bed and gently pushed you backwards. His shirt slid over his head and you admired his body, looking at him in a different light. He never took his shirt off around you with sexual intentions but this was new. And fun.

You smiled at him, both of you acknowledging what you were about to do. It made you explode inside thinking about how much you were enjoying this, letting someone else take control and letting go. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, you thought. Snap out of it.

“Before we start, is there anything you really don’t like?” He asked, reaching for the button of your denim shorts. You nodded side to side, giving him permission to pull the shorts down your legs.

He immediately pulled your thong aside and slipped a finger between your folds. He smiled feeling the wetness. “Thinking about us fucking is turning you on, isn’t it?”

“Don’t embarrass me,” you shot him a look and he understood.

“I’m not embarrassing you. It’s sexy.” He kneeled between your legs on the floor.

“Well, keep it to yourself,” you said.

“Why would I keep it to myself when I have physical proof that thinking about us is turning you on?” One of his fingers easily slid inside of you and your hips shifted as you rolled your eyes at him. “Is this okay?” He asked, concerned by your movements.

“Yes,” you said, unsure of what else to say. You didn’t want to give him any more ammo to make fun of you. You told each other everything but this was one side of you he never saw, and you didn’t think he ever would. Vulnerability at its finest, but you agreed to this.

His finger moved in and out of you and the sounds of your wet pussy made you want to cover your face and hide. He added a second and slowly curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot. A soft moan escaped your lips despite the fact that you were trying hard to keep them to yourself.

“Tell me how it feels.” He said.

“It feels,” you took a moment to breathe in, “so good.” He used his other hand to play with your clit, causing you more pleasure. You were looking at the ceiling, finding it hard to acknowledge that Charles was the one making you feel like this. If you squeezed your eyes shut hard enough, maybe this wouldn’t be something you needed to worry about.

A euphoric feeling began to build in your stomach, your legs slowly going numb in the best way possible. You continued to try and hold in your moans but when you hit your climax, everything was uncontrollable. Your body jerked and moans fell as you rode out your high.

You opened your eyes to see Charles pulling his fingers out and smiling. He made you feel that way and while you lay half naked on his bed post-orgasm, it was starting to feel okay. How much more vulnerable could you get with him than this?

He stood up and pulled his sweatpants off, his hard cock springing out of his cotton boxers. Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but stare as he stroked himself, preparing for you. He noticed, but ignored it, granting your request of not embarrassing you. The look he shot you was enough to know that he was aware of your stares.

“I’m only gonna say it one more time,” he said, leaning on top of you with his hands on either side of your head. “You need to tell me how it feels, or I’m going to start talking really dirty with you.”

You laughed, feeling more relaxed than before. “I almost want to keep quiet on purpose just to see that.”

He dipped his head in disappointment. “Not funny.”

“I think I’m pretty funny.”

“You are, but I want to make you feel good. I’d rather know then instead of you telling me I sucked after.”

“Okay, okay,” you obliged. He nodded and positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of you.

You had to adjust to his size - his dick was nothing like his fingers. He didn’t give you much time before he started moving and you didn’t even care. He felt so good inside of you and seeing his body on top of you was putting you at ease rather than stressing you out, like you had expected it to.

His head rested in the crook of your neck, giving you perfect access to his ear. Almost like he did it on purpose, to make you more comfortable. You didn’t have to look at him in the eyes and admit how good he was making you feel. “Your dick feels so good,” you whispered in his ear and he grunted in response.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he said into your ear, slightly nibbling on the lobe.

His hips moved rhythmically while you lifted your feet onto his back to change the angle. You couldn’t help but let more moans slip out at the feeling. “I think I’m gonna cum,” you said, quietly.

“Let go,” he said followed by a few expletives. His pelvis ground into you, creating a sensation on your clit you’ve never experienced.

You felt your second orgasm of the night build up as he continued to fuck you, keeping the same pace. You held your hands on his back and let moans fall to his ear making sure he knew how good you felt.

He pulled out of you and your body felt like deadweight. You were glued to the bed and couldn’t find the energy to get up. “How was that?” He asked. Of course he couldn’t give you a second to recover before opening his mouth.

“Great,” you smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Did you finish?” You sure hadn’t felt him cum inside of you and you don’t think he wore a condominium either.

“No, but I just wanted to make sure you felt good.” He picked his sweatpants up off the floor and went to put his boxers back on before you stopped him.

“Unacceptable. I’m not going to let you jerk off thinking about me two nights in a row. Especially not after I was just naked in your bed.” Your post-orgasm confidence was showing when you dropped to your knees in front of him and took his still hard cock in your hand.

Slick juices still covered it, making it easier for you once you took him in your mouth. He was bigger than you expected, so you started swirling your tongue around the tip while your hand worked at the rest of him. “Shit,” you could hear him say.

You slowly took more of him, hollowing out your cheeks in response to his moans. His hand found the back of your head but rested there, not wanting to pressure you for more but he couldn’t resist once you fit almost all of him in your mouth.

The sounds he made caused butterflies in your stomach knowing that you were the sole reason for those sounds. His grip got tighter on you and he started to thrust into you when you felt a warm liquid shoot down your throat.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he grunted while you took every last drop. You stood up and took a step back, swiping your finger over your bottom lip.

He looked at you with the same eyes you looked at him after he finished fucking you. “So, uh,” he said. “Where do we go from here?”

You nervously looked around the room. “Should we finish the movie?”

“Great idea.”

You both put your clothes back on and sat back on the couch. “Let’s talk about that.” He never knew when to shut up, but sometimes it was for the better.

“What about it?”

“Did you like it? Should we do it again? Do you want to move out?” You laughed at his last question.

“It was really good,” you said, your thoughts wandering to just a few moments ago. You wouldn’t mind having him on top of you again. “We might as well.”

“Just one more thing,” he said. “Don’t fall in love with me.” He smiled and let out a giggle. You weren’t sure if he was being serious or not, but you laughed along too.

[wooahaes]

mini delphinium

pairing: non-idol!haruto x gn!reader

prompt: ... your muse from here

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: written and scheduled during the bday postings.

All of this was... new for Haruto. The deal the two of you had, the feelings that had hit him hard, the whole confession-thing... it felt new with you. But you had come to him, as a friend, asking if he could help you with your freshman level art class. At first you offered to pay him a little before he rightfully pointed out that you should save your money if you wanted to do more with art in order to afford better materials later down the line. He supported you unconditionally in your passion, and he agreed to be your muse when you needed to draw, to paint, or just to vaguely practice general anatomy. If it helped you to pose him and draw from life, he was glad to deal with the stiffness in his neck and back that’d sometimes result from your ventures. He found it cute that sometimes he’d be sitting next to you, just watching the way your brows furrowed together as you continued to glance at him and then back at your sketchbook. He was the one who introduced you to Asahi at one point, just because he knew the two of you had common ground. He was in the next level art class, and he was happy to look over your artwork when you needed it. Haruto was happy that the two of you had built a friendship, especially since the two of you could be quieter at times.

“Do you like them?” Asahi had asked one day in the dining hall, more preoccupied with sketching Mashiho across the table than finishing his meal.

He had said no. Asahi didn’t push it, nor did anyone else there. Because, at the time, Haruto didn’t like you as anything more than a friend. He thought you were nice, and kinda cute if he was really honest with himself, but he was content with being your muse when you needed to draw someone. He had joked that you chose the handsomest of his friends once, and hadn’t expected you to agree (although if you were teasing, he couldn’t tell).

It hadn’t been until he saw the way you saw him that he started to feel something. He had posed for you for hours one day as you painted him in what was just a general study you needed for your painting class. You had lit the scene as you needed to in order to capture the way shadows fell on his face, and directed him as you needed. You had captured him well when you finally showed him the finished piece. He looked like him (he always marveled at the way you could capture a person in your work), but... he was more than a handsome face. You had brought him to life in grayscale, hints of pale blue used sparingly throughout that seemed to give him a new sense of life.

So he decided to tell you outright how he felt. Someone gave him the idea to show up with flowers, so he brought you mini delphinium and made his way to your home--thankful that you lived at home with your family, sparing him the embarrassment of finding your room in a dorm. Asahi had asked if you were home earlier, letting Haruto surprise you.

When you opened the door, he noticed the way you lit up and greeted him, his name falling from your pretty lips in a sing-song-y tone. “Those are pretty,” you nodded toward the flowers. “Are they for me?”

He nodded. “I thought you’d like them.”

“I do!” You chirped, taking them from him. “Thank you! Is... there a reason you’re bringing me flowers?”

Haruto pushed his hands into his pockets, taking a deep breath. “I want to be more than your muse.”

You looked back at him, lips slightly parted as you grew flustered. “Oh. Haruto, if you want me to pay you--”

He shook his head. “I... I want to be more than your friend.” He took a deep breath, hands curling into fists as he tried to figure out the best words to say. “If you want to try being more... I’d be open to it.”

If it was possible for you to grow more flustered, you did. Looking away from him, suppressing a smile as you fidgeting in place for a moment. “Haruto...” You said, dragging out his name a little. If it weren’t for the cute, lighthearted way you said his name, he would have thought you were about to reject him outright. “I’d like that.”

“You would?” He said, already feeling the heat creeping up his neck and face.

You nodded. “We should go out together soon,” you said. “Maybe this weekend if you’re not busy?”

He knew he had schoolwork to get through, but... “It’s a date.”

You were worth it.