#i'll try that tomorrow if i feel like coming back to it

[angstywaifu]

Everyone Has Secrets - Aaric Graycastle

Request: Aaric x reader where the reader is a rider but also a princess of another Provence, but she kept it a secret from everyone because she ran away to be a rider to fight venin because she didn’t want her people to suffer. A/N: This is my first time writing for Aaric so I hope you guys like it. I've seen a few requests come in for him now so I'll definitely be working on them and hope to improve my writing for him.

Warnings: The below contains spoilers for Onyx Storm. If you have not read Onyx Storm do not read the below!

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“What’s up with you and Aaric?” Sloane whispers to me as Devera asks Violet about her trip.

“Nothing. Why’s that?” I ask as I look up at her.

“Because he’s been staring at you since he sat down. It’s like he’s trying to read your mind.” She informs me.

I turn my head and meet Aaric’s piercing green eyes. And Sloane is right. The way he’s looking at me is like he’s trying to figure something out. And it’s like me looking at him confirms what ever it is he needs, quickly turning his attention back to the front of the room. What was that about?

“Maybe he was trying to see if we were ok? He’s been gone a while.” I whisper back with a shrug.

She shakes her head. “No. This is something else.”

Devera turns her attention back to the rest of us, putting an end to our conversation. It doesn’t take long for me to feel Aaric’s eyes on me, but I don’t turn to meet them this time.

Something had clearly happened while he was away with Violet and the squad she had put together. But I had no way of telling what it was.

Throughout the rest of our classes I feel Aaric’s eyes on me every now and then. But I couldn’t pin point why. And it honestly had me on edge. I’d never seen Aaric like that towards anyone since our time here. I had planned to ask him what his problem was, but his seat at our table remains empty during dinner.

“We’re going to go train, want to come with?” Sloane asks me as we stand up from our table.

I shake my head. “I’m going to have an early one tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I tell her as I back away towards the dorms.

She just nods and lets me go, knowing Aaric’s weird mood towards me had put me on edge. I was glad she’d opted for the let me be approach rather than distract me with training or plotting how we could find out what was going on.

As I push through the door to the dorms, someone grabs me from behind, causing me to yelp which echoes in the empty hall. I turn around to fight back, grasping a dagger in my hand which hangs in the air once I see the familiar green eyes I’d felt on me all day. Green eyes that feel like they’re staring into my soul.

I open my mouth to ask him what the hell is going on, but he just drags me up the stairs to the first year floor and down to his room. He shoves me inside before closing the door behind us, leaning back against it to block any attempt I might make to leave.

“What the hell is going on?” I demand, wanting to know why his behaviour towards me had changed so much since his trip.

“Seems you’ve been keeping secrets. Princess.”

My eyes go wide at his words, my dinner threatening to make an appearance. Shit. How the hell did he know? No one knew where I was from. Nowhere in Navarre knew who I was. Unless… shit.

“Everyone has secrets.” I say with a shrug, trying to play it off.

“Oh trust me, I know.” He replies cockily, causing me to narrow my eyes at him. What the hell did that mean. “And you probably would have gotten away with yours if I hadn’t gone with Violet.”

“What are you going on about?”

He pushes off the door and walks over to his desk. Going through the bag he was yet to unpack from his trip. He pulls out a frame, holding it out to me. I grasp it in my hands, turning it over as dread washes over me. Staring back at me is a painting of me with my parents done not long before I’d left. The family Id left behind to come and do something. To protect them from a war that would more than likely come our way one day. There was no way I could deny what Aaric had figured out.

“I always thought your eye colour was unique. Such an interesting shade of blue. Sometimes looking purple when the light hit it them right.” He tells me as he leans up against the desk, watching me take in the photo. “So you can probably guess the shock I got when we land in Hedotis, and we’re greeted by people with the same coloured eyes. The same ones I’ve been looking at since July. And then when I go looking around, I find this sitting on a desk.”

I look up at him, not sure what to say or do. I had thought my secret would be safe forever. No one here had ever been to Hedotis, and I honestly thought no one would ever go there. But now Aaric stood in front of me, waiting for answers.

“What are you going to do? Force me to go back? Go get whatever reward they want for my return?” I snap at him, shoving the painting back at him.

He shakes his head as he places the painting next to him on the desk. “Fuck no. I want to know why though. I have my reasons, but what are yours? Why make that big of a journey to come here of all places?”

His reasons? What the hell did that mean? Pretty sure it was going to be my turn to interrogate him after this at this rate.

“Because I didn’t want to sit back and do nothing.” I tell him as I walk over to his window, looking out over the forest below. “I was sick of us turning a blind eye to what could potentially come our way. Pretending that everything was fine and blissful. When over the ocean, people were dying. I needed to make a difference, even if my parents wouldn’t. All they cared about was marrying me off to make alliances. Give another province an heir that would make them allied to us. Even though we would never back them up if they needed help. I needed to do something.”

Aaric doesn’t say a word. Silence falling over us. I turn around to see him looking at me, a smile pulling at the edges of his mouth.

“Good. Because honestly your people are kinda shit.” He jokes as he steps away from the desk to walk over to the door.

“Not so fast Aaric.” I say, causing him to turn and look at me with a cocked eyebrow. “Now it’s your turn. Why do you have your reasons?”

[darinawrites]

๑-Glares that kill-๑

Pair: In ho x gn!reader

Summary: desperate to let the X side win tomorrow, you go up to an old man to convince him. Who knew he could be so snarky? Yet, when his hand lifted, another stopped him (In-ho standing up for you).

A/n: this was written while waiting for a bus that came 2 HOURS late in the freezing cold, so this is probably a bit rushed. I hate this, honestly. But for writing with thumbs that were about to fall off from the cold, I'll take it.

Word count: 1.2k

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You felt sick, utterly sick. Watching the numbers get bigger on the O side, anxiety going up everytime someone strode down to the button. A sigh of either relief or disappointment echoing in your ear once the button was clicked.

You simply didn't understand it. You didn't understand why people thought so lowly of their life to throw it away. You've seen both sides try to talk some sense into each other, but at las it never worked. Simply stabbing their words into each others veins, trying to get it deep enough to convince them. It felt like watching a zoo seeing it happen.

You couldn't even bare to watch the count anymore, everyone's choice to pick O so enigmatic to you. Gaze on the floor each time a new number was called, a number nearing yours. A feeling of betrayal rushing trough you each time a person beside you picked to stay, picking for your death.

You didn't trust your ears once the number sewed into your tracksuit was called, too engrossed with your thoughts. You stood still for a moment before feeling the familiar gaze of everyone set on you. You sighed, walking as everyone watched with meticulous detail on your hand that now loomed over the two buttons presented to you.

Letting your eyes stare at the immense difference of votes displayed above you, eyes glistening as all drops of hope vanished from your body. You felt so hopeless, your opinion so puny. What difference would this one number make?

Regardless, you picked X, all types of reactions ringing in your ear as you left the platform and found a spot on the side you chose. Some people around gave you hopeful smiles, but you couldn't return them. Shoulders slumped, only a few votes left before the decision was made. A very obvious decision.

The rest of the voting time was a blur, not being able to focus on anything. The thought that you'd have to play another childrens game tomorrow made you want to throw up. You didn't want to die, you didn't want blood staining your clothes.

But the others didn't care. Loud cheering mixed in with the groans once the voice on the speaker announced another game tomorrow. There's nothing you could do about it now, the pink guards cleaning everything up as the rest sat down.

Having not aquatinted yourself with anyone, you leaned against a wall by yourself in the corner. Contemplating all the different emotions whirling inside your head.

If you somehow lived tomorrow, there'd still be another vote. You had to make sure there's at least a tie between the two sides. Maybe you could convince some people to vote X, to let yourself not feel so useless.

The problem now lies between the selfishness and persistence of the people. The luminous piggy bank above you controlling these people to act like lunatics.

But, with a mellifluous voice and a logical explanation, you could convince them. Right? They still had to have something beneath the nefarious facade. Even if it didn't, a try is still something.

Stepping off the wall, you tried finding the nearest O's. It seems like your luck ran out though, the person being the the persistent and loud old man, surrounding himself with the little group of minions he made.

It'll definitely be a a hard task, but also something that could benefit the votes a lot. Sighing, you just had to act scrupulous this one time. A tinge of hope coming back as you walked over to the group.

You couldn't deny your nervousness with their creepy stares, but you hid it and started to, respectfully, show them the 'wrong' in voting O. Before you could even finish, you were rudely interrupted by a scoff.

"Oh, please. Just because you're scared doesn't mean my vote is going to change." glaring at the old man, or rather player 100 as he completely ignored all the sensible argument you made with just one sentence.

Furrowing your eyebrows, reminding yourself to stay respectful, you tried to speak up again. "But sir. Have you not lis-""

Just look at yourself. Weak and pathetic, of course you'd pick X. We're not going to fall for it." you were rudely interrupted. A young man beside player 100 loudly calling you weak, now catching the attention of the people surrounding you.

You tried to restrain yourself, lashing out wouldn't help your case. Especially with a newly found crowd now joining in. Yet it felt like talking with a wall. The group not letting you speak properly, dismissing your words and even insulting you. Every loud snarky remark coming out of their mouth made more and more heads turn to your way.

"Fucking bastards.." you muttered under your breath, completely done with them. Their side is simply too coarse and violent to deal with. Foolish to think you could start anything with them.

"You want to repeat that?" one of the men spoke up, now standing in front of you to emphasize his threat. Must've said your thoughts too loudly, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

The scoff that you let out in response ticked him off, apparently. Twitching his eye as he raised his hand. You closed your eyes as your arms flinched to your face, fear now rushing in at the sudden aggression.

Gasps filled your ear, but no pain rang out. Slowly opening your eyes, you could see a tight grip on the man who wanted to hit you. Glancing at your savior, you could see the number '001' on the tracksuit.

"That's enough." the words coldly lingered, his stare sharp. The silent that followed after was eery, everyone baffled at the actions.

The men seemed to get the memo. Intimidated, they slowly walked away with fire in their eyes. A sigh was let out in relief, you were sure to get bruises if they stayed even a second longer.

"Hey, miss. Are you alright?" the same voice that stood up for you called out.

You've seen the guy before, being the reason you've had to endure another game today. It made you resent him, truthfully. But you must've judged wrong with the way he saved you today. Especially since a red patch was given to him while voting.

"I'm fine. Thank you for helping me out there." smiling softly as you bowed your head a bit out of gratitude, causing him to have an enchanting smile plastered on his face.

"No one in here knows how to respect anyone. You should stay away from that side, unnecessary arguments will only worsen things."

The chattering of the players shooed the tension from before, continuing like normal as you spoke with the stranger that helped you more. His eyes lingering on yours far too much everytime you spoke, but you didn't mind. It felt nice to have a sincere conversation with someone here, his jokes even letting you giggle, a feeling you've missed since stepping into this place.

It was only once the guards came back did your enjoyable conversation end. The announcement of food suddenly reminding you of your empty stomach, rumbling for anything to satiate it.

"Ah, seems like they finally decided to give us something. Let's see what they have." he grabbed your hand, a small blush creeping on your cheek once you feel his strong grip on you, quickly pulling you to the line.

Must his hand feel so warm? It was basically engulfing you, heat seeping into your freezing fingers. It felt so oddly intimate, the act making your stomach churn, but not in hunger. Looking up to see him, you realized he was staring at you, giving a small smile before adverting his gaze.

You slightly squeezed his hand, the hand that helped you from those lunatics. The hand that made you forget the horrors of this place, just for a moment.

[511rkive]

❝ It was twelve in the morning and Rafe still hadn't come to bed as he promised he would. ❞

As you step into the doorway of his study, Rafe doesn't look up, though his shoulders tense and the grip on his pen tightens.

"Ever heard of knocking?" He remarks, eyes glued to the papers strewn across the desk before him.

“You said you'd be in bed by nine," She steps inside, "It's twelve.” She sighs, slipping into his study fully. The material of her night gown flowing behind her like a second shadow.

The nightgown she had bought and worn just for him.

For tonight.

Suffice to say, Rafe forgot.

"What're you doing in here, hon'? It's late." he questions, voice hoarse from the lack of sleep. His eyes flicker over to his laptop screen— but not to her.

“We were supposed to spend tonight together, Remember?” She relays, she could feel the flush at her cheeks.

God. This was embarrassing, she was practically begging for her own husband's attention.

He looked up from the stack of paperwork on his desk as she stepped into the study. His eyes softened, his furrowed brows now lay relaxed and he leaned back in to his chair. What was she going on about?

“Rafe?” She calls out, awaiting his answer.

"Hon' I'm trynna' work here— I'll— we have tomorrow 'kay?" His eyes shift back down to his computer screen.

“You promised— tonight.” she cuts in, eyeing him through her lashes.

"We shouldn't do this, hon'. I've got this deadline and the client's being an ass—" he begins softly, his voice betraying his own internal conflict.

Fine. If he wanted to work so bad, then she'd let him work.

She didn't notice the way he shivered at the sight of her though. She didn't notice how the way she gazed at him sent waves of desire coursing through his body. He clenched his jaw, trying to resist the urge to simply get up and take her then and there.

Her head tilted slightly, prompting him to continue,

He felt his pants tighten and his skin tingle at her gesture, sending his desire spiralling. He knew he should resist, that he should push her away and focus on his work, but the thought of his skin meeting hers was too strong to ignore.

"We— I shouldn't be doing this." He repeated, his resolve weakening.

His hands tightened around the edge of his desk, knuckles whitening from the force of his grip.

Fuck this deadline.

Fuck the client.

She was right there, his wife. Looking absolutely divine— but he couldn't.

He just... couldn't.

“Should I… head back to bed then?”

His eyes take her in again. Hair cascading down her shoulders, loose strands dancing around her face. He let out a sharp breath, torn between his desire for her and his sense of responsibility. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but finally, his desire won out.

"No." Voice barely above a whisper.

"Stay."

She felt her chest swell with pride at his words.

Slowly, she paced over to his desk

“Yeah?” she lets a small smile grace her lips.

Rafe's eyes followed her every movement as she made her way over to his desk. He leaned back in his chair, watching her intently, mind racing with desire and anticipation. When she spoke, he could only nod in response, his voice catching in his throat.

"Too tired for words now, hm?" she pressed.

"Please." He murmurs, to her though, he was practically begging— and it only fuelled her further.

She sets herself on the edge of his desk, thigh grazing against the back of his hand.

His breath hitched at the contact of her thigh against his hand, the sensation sending small chill throughout his body. He swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the way her thigh rested against the edge of his desk.

"You're being a tease." He murmured, voice low and gravelly. His hand itched to reach out and touch her, to pull her closer, to throw all the shit on his desk to the floor and take her right then and there.

“You wanted me to stay.” She reminds him, a hint of a smirk ghosting her lips.

"I... I did, but you're making this so hard for me." He laments, eyes roaming over her form, taking in every curve and contour as she perches herself beside him.

“Hard to what?” Egging him on.

He inhales deep, trying to steady himself as he fought the overwhelming desire to give in to his urges. Her proximity was driving him mad, and it was taking all of his self-control to keep himself from pouncing on her.

"Difficult to keep my hands off of you." He admitted, his voice filled with desire and a hint of desperation.

“And… why should you?” She purred.

"Fuck." He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her, to feel her skin under his fingertips, but he held himself back, his mind racing as he tried to think of a response.

"Because... because we shouldn't." He admits weakly, voice betraying his own inner struggle. His heart was pounding in his chest, the desire to give in to his desires growing stronger by the second.*

“'kay then, do your work. I’ll watch.” She instructs, nodding her head at the papers splayed across his desk.

He follows her gaze to the mounds of files and papers. Imagination buzzing at the image of her splayed across this desk, chanting his name like some prayer.

Raferaferaferaferaferaferaferafe—

"Rafe?"

He's pulled out of his thoughts.

"You're a fuckin' vixen." He muttered under his breath, voice tight. Reluctantly, he turned his attention back to the paperwork on his desk, trying to force his mind to focus on work rather than the way she was sitting there, tempting him in every way possible.

She hums, hair brushing against the nape of his neck as she watched him. He shivered at the sensation. Mind hazing over with the tought of her lips running over that same spot. He gripped the edge of his desk, hard, attempting to keep himself from getting distracted.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He questions gruffly, not taking his eyes from the paperwork in front of him.

“Enjoying what? I’m not doing anything?” She quips.

He scoffed. The feigning innocent act driving him mad. He could feel his self-control slipping, the desire to have her in his arms growing stronger with every passing second.

"You know damn well what you're doing." His jaw clenches, his grip on the edge of the desk becoming almost painful.

She hums once more, taking in the sight of his whitened knuckles as he gripped the edge of the desk. She slips her hand under one of his and sets it on her thigh, “There. Now keep working, Rafey."

Rafey. God, he almost groaned aloud as he felt her hand slide beneath his, his fingers resting on the smoothness of her thigh. It was torture, having his wife so close, feeling her touch.

He did his best to stay focused on the paperwork, he really did. But knowing that her eyes were on him and the fact that his hand was so deliciously close to her core—

"You're fuckin' killing me, you know that, right?" He muttered through clenched teeth.

"You wanted to work. So, work."

He let out a ragged breath, torn between wanting to give in to his desire and the need to focus on his work. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the way her thigh felt under his hand, and it was driving him to the utmost point of insanity.

With a monumental effort, he managed to force his eyes back to the paperwork, his mind struggling to focus on the numbers and words before him. But his thoughts kept slipping back to her, sitting there, teasing him with her mere presence.

Eventually, he fell back into focus. Unknowingly, and while deeply concentrated, his fingers kneaded the plush of her thigh as he set his eyes on the paper next to him.

A small whimper slips past her lips

He turned his gaze up to her, eyes lidded as he took in the sight of her— head tilted back, bottom lip between her teeth as she attempted to muffle the sweet sounds escaping her mouth.

She gripped the edge of the desk, a flush setting over her cheeks as she glanced at him, “K-keep working.” She wouldn't give in just yet.

"You’re a damn tease, you know that?" He spits, voice thick with barely suppressed desire. His hand continued to knead her thigh, his touch almost possessive as he tried to maintain some semblance of control.

She doesn’t reply, too lost in the warmth of his hand at her thigh, “Work.” She lets out alongside a shaky breath as his fingers graze dangerously close to her core.

He clenched his jaw, his hand still kneading her thigh as he forced himself to look at the paperwork in front of him.

Fuck. He should've gone to bed.

not proofread... oops! Also idk how to write actual smut... so yeah...

[cheolinnie]

SVT as your Bodyguards (Vocal Unit) pt2

pt1 here.

a/n: as requested for another unit, here it is!

a/n: and if u havent read pt1, click the link at the top!

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Jihoon:

Not really the kind to escort you, he's more of someone who drives you or stands guard

Everyone who's thought he's cute and tries to cross him, always ends up regretting it

definitely your designated driver

sometimes does your manager's job for them

He somehow knows your weekly schedule like the back of his hand, making you wonder is he has a life or not

"Come on, you have a meeting at 11am, and then a fan meeting at 2pm, which gives you more than enough time for lunch and maybe squeeze in that swedish massage you've been wanting to try out"

"...Jihoon what the fu-"

Jeonghan:

secretly your husband *wink*

Likes to whisper dirty jokes in your ear just to see how you hold it in, in front of the cameras

Overall he's pretty smiley, until he catches someone not so smiley.

Doesn't like to fight, so his words do the job

It always shocks you when he gets mad, and his usual angelic voice drops an octave or two

Will always carry your bags

Fixes your hair on windy days as well as tying it, and sometimes even braiding it.

"It's so hot, how'd you forget your hair tie?"

"i didn't, cuz my manager said-"

"Come here, you'll melt- plus, you look just as good with it tied up... gives me more acess to kiss you anyways"

Joshua

Sometimes it feels like YOU have to be HIS bodyguard with the way people ogle at him

Such an attention seeker, and he damn well knows it

Literally looks good in every picture he's "accidently" in

Has way too much sass towards you, and there's been countless times where you just wanna backhand his perfect face

He enjoys teasing you, and your glares make him giggle

"Aww, turn that frown upside down, or i'll be the one in tomorrow's headlines~"

Seokmin:

Ohhh this one adores getting on your nerves

Everyone love him, given he's great at keeping the paps from crowding you, but he's got a big ass childish side

so in private, you're like his mom sometimes

he's whiny??

has a way with words though, and there are many times when he talks to rude paps in a hushed voice and in the end it looks they're gonna actully jump

always has a smug smile on his face when he encounters people he's reprimaded before, and they slowly back away

"Excuse me Mr, i'd advise you to step back...Ms (y/n) isn't feeling too well and you might catch whatever virus she has"

Seungkwan:

there are countless phtos of you two exchanging grimaces

you're either silently judging others together, or you're silently judging eachother

this man is not afraid to shove or push, in fact, you think he likes it sometimes

has this irritating obsession with flicking your ear instead of just saying a simple "no"

tells you as it is- so if you're looking rough, dont bet on him giving you a confidence boost

for someone who's not that much taller than you, he's got hands of steel; the amount of people he's stopped dead in their trackswith just a raise of his usually flimsy hand

"Another step and my hand will be gripping your heart buddy"

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a/n: hope you guys like it!

[efexumukoroxlc]

Efe smiled. "Hey, that's fair. If it helped you, that's a good thing. But I lived in a big city for ten years. Nobody's apartment's that nice," he joked. "I think some people do try to be. Just want a rise or whatever. Hell. My mom used to tell me if you don't have something nice to say, don't say it. I don't have to sugarcoat if I just keep it to myself, I guess. What if you flipped that, though? What do you have to gain by telling it? I had to teach myself to think that way. To tell people what you want them to know so something good might come out of it. We can't afford to leave things unsaid anymore around here. S'why honesty is admirable, I think." He was rambling a little bit, buzzed, but he hoped he was making some kind of sense.

Efe laughed at that, throwing back his head. "Yeah. Yeah. I volunteer everywhere. It's why I have so many charity 5K t-shirts. But I help teens with their homework. There's this mentorship program that leans toward humans. It can be tough growing up here. Not feeling...special. I read to the little kids sometimes too. Whatever I can." He shook his head. "I mean, you have a damn cute nose, but it's not just the nose. You're also nice. And funny," he hummed. "And that's just one side of me. But yeah. Yeah. Right! I'll text you. Tomorrow. We can...we can plan it." He gave a sharp nod. "Well, you can tell me whatever you want to tell me about it. But it'd be sad if you left." He shrugged.

Efe smiled, giving a low chuckle. "Badger likes to play. He doesn't really get that fetch requires letting go of the ball, though. What breed is she? Badger's a little bit of everything. He's a rescue." He nodded along. "Uh huh. Uh huh. See, table manners are something different. I eat with my hands all the time," he joked. "But sure. Jonah's a cool guy. We're in the Coalition together."

Efe caught the way her face changed, and he allowed his own features to soften to match. "Oh. Well, it's not your fault nobody in this town wants to go to it. Therapy, I mean. Besides, everyone's good at something. And that doesn't have to be what you do for a living. I thought I was going to be a professional wrestler." He sighed, giving a shrug. "I mean, it was less of that and more of this...competitive thing. They knew each other as kids, so they were always trying to one-up each other. I found it sort of exhausting, to be honest." He sniffed. "Hey! Gym date!" He grinned before half-singing a little more. "Last Dance, last chance for....Yeah, I won that talent show, and now everyone wants to be my talent agent. I don't think disco's my genre, do you?"

"Fair, but what if they speak english real nice and slow?" She offered up in Friends defense. "Oh. I hope I'm not one of those people. I don't try to be. I guess I've just never been all that good at sugarcoating things. That's nice of you though. I guess for me, I don't really feel like I have much to lose by not telling the truth. But, I also don't really have many people or any people outside of Nico. So, that may be part of it too."

"You know you do look like someone who can read," She smiled. A bright and warm smile as she found herself beaming up at him. "You volunteer in the library? That's cool. What do you there? And thank you. It's probably the nose. I had it done when I was eighteen." Her uncle had always told her she would look better with her nose done and he must not have been wrong. "You're really easy on the eyes though too," She promised him. "Kinda. Yeah. I wonder why that is. Wait- did you say date? Oh, um, okay! Sure! We can go on a date," She nodded along happily. She couldn't remember the last time she had been asked on a date before. But, dates were supposed to be fun, weren't they? "Sort of? It's kind of a long story though."

"That would be fun! We can have the pups go on a date too. Luna's super friendly. Sometimes too friendly. She still thinks she's a puppy, but she's huge now and I'm pretty sure she'd plow down a burglar to give them love," She let out a small laugh at the thought. "They could try? You might tear the sleeves though. But, then again, that could be a look. Good for you. I've been told I'm not very good with manners or keeping my elbows off the table, but I try. You should talk to Jonah. I've heard he loves submarines and he seems like he reads too."

"Oh," Her face drooped as she thought back to the camp retreat. "I quit my job after that," She mumbled quietly under her breath. "That's sweet of you to say, but it doesn't change the fact that I was bad at therapy. I'm learning I'm not that great at most things."

"Huh?" Her brows creased at the mention of Nico. "What kind of rivalry? Like they didn't like each other?" She asked, already preparing herself to hate this unknown woman on the simple principle that she didn't get along with her best friend and nothing else. "You're not wrong there. I can bench a lot too! I might even be able to lift you," She assessed, if only because of super strength, but she could certainly try. "Do that again. The song? You're a really good singer."

[laurentidal]

Catch

Easy prey for me, I'll admit. I enjoy a challenge more often than not, but I'm not so egotistical as to say I'll never eat low hanging fruit.

Lily struck me right away. Tattoos from neck to toe and dripping in Pokemon memorabilia. She was a sight. Not usually my type, to be sure. But the tits under that Squirtle. They were not to be ignored.

I introduced myself as the owner of the shop she'd wandered into. It wasn't legally true, but thanks to a little lady who was currently helplessly finger fucking herself in the back office, it would be by this time tomorrow.

She nodded politely to me and continued browsing. I followed behind a few paces. I didn't want to scare her off, thought I think that even the brief encounter would have been enough for her to stay nearby. I have a… way with people. They're drawn to me and naturally inclined to do as I ask. With a bit of concentration and the right prompting, I can get people to do almost anything.

"Which is your favorite?" I asked gesturing to her shirt as I pretended to cross her path again.

She looked down at her chest, breasts stretching the fabric wonderfully, and for a moment I thought she might have answered "left" or "right."

"Smeargol," she answered simply, and upon seeing my curious expression happily elaborated. "He's a painter."

"Ah so it's art-related. Makes sense with the tattoos. Mine is probably Hypno."

"Interesting choice," she said, taking a drink.

"I've always been obsessed with the mind. It's an incredible thing. It creates whole worlds for us to live in." I could feel her getting more and more comfortable with me. In a short time, she now considered us close friends.

"Yeah that's true. I like how something like a dumb cartoon can explore topics without getting boring."

"Pokemon has a lot of strange themes. One that always struck me was the relationship between trainer and pokemon. Are they friends? Pets? Slaves?"

She took a long pull from her drink as she thought about that.

"l mean you wouldn't make a pet fight someone else's pet. They seem a lot like slaves to me. Slaves that do whatever their owner wants."

Her lack of a bra was beginning to show more obviously as we spoke and she fell more and more into my field of influence.

"But," she stammered, "they can disobey if they aren't friends with their owners."

"Or if their owners are weak," I agreed. "But they often don't get a say on who their owner is. He just swoops in one day and uses his balls to trap them."

At the word balls, she audibly sighed, though I don't think she even noticed she'd done it.

"Are we friends?" I asked.

"Sure," she agreed a little too quickly.

"And I'm strong. I've steered this whole conversation. Leading you along on each point."

She nodded.

"And I've swooped in out of the blue and am trying to claim you. Are you going to let me? Or…,"

I pointed at her shirt again, "are you just a little wild pokemon who doesn't have a choice?"

"No choice," she whispered as she stared into my eyes.

"Now why don't you come into the back office and I can show you the thing that all captured pokemon need. And you can see the other specimen I've caught today. I think you're going to get along nicely."

She simply nodded, eyes lowering to look at the bulge in my jeans. Too easy.

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[risingsunresistance]

i cant figure the rest out but i think getting as far as i did with only a single python college course to my name is pretty good

[0xeyedaisy]

Aw man...

[discoreptile]

As of yet unnamed game card art!

[toxintouch]

BABE WAKE UP TOXINTOUCH IS BACK

ANON!!! You're so sweet!! <3 <3 <3 🥹🥹🥹

Sorry, I think you ended up sending this twice lol I warned ya'll that my notifs are all wacky. I'mma try and find some snippets and/or finish some stuff ASAP so thanks for the motivation boost(s) anon! ◕ω◕ <3

Oh, also! Fun fact. Since 'tis kinda still the season I want ya'll to know that the #1 song on my Spotify Wrapped was once criticized to me as "sounds like if horny fanfiction was a song" and honestly...lol. lmao, even.

[orcelito]

Sometimes I get the urge to be like "Well, they can't live forever" when it comes to shitty situations with shitty people. But then I remember that A: shitty person dying might not be the result that someone wants, and B: it actually can take quite a while for people to die, in many cases

Idk I'm just so used to death being right around the corner that I'm like "Well maybe he'll die soon and that'll fix it" but he probably won't die that soon and it also might not fix it. Or be wanted.

Idk it's such a specific mentality that I have now. People can die with such short notice that you Never Know! The solution to all your problems may be short at hand. You never know.

[sskk-manifesto]

What a good episode. Maaaaaan

[masquenoire]

Sorry to have been a bit quiet on Roman these last couple of weeks. Slowly but surely I’m getting over whatever funky mood I’d been in so thanks for being patient with me ~ ♡

[fruitsyrups]

i wanna jsut like stop using social media but it seems silly to make a post like "bye i m probably gonna stop using tumblr for a bit" because i haven't really been using it that much recently anyway . especially not posting art or anything which is what most people would have followed me for. and bc my mutuals probably already know my discord (it's literally just the same as my url here anyway lol) and can talk 2 me if they want to. that's what this post is by the way it's the silly goodbye post ✌️ probably not even for that long but whateva i just want to spend my time actually doing things instead of constantly absentmindedly checking every social media i have . so im giving this a go

[findstenicht]

hm. already regret signing up for more hours in february my time management skills are just. straight up nonexistent, i'll be real

[regular-lord-reckoner]

it's been one of those weeks where it's all i can do to just get through work every day, but i've finally gotten most of it done, i've got some left for tomorrow but for now i'm going to give my brain a rest because it feels like it's been in a blender running nonstop for days and i need a break