#i'm not a purple person so i'm glad i finally had a chance to use my purple markers :')

[vooruitmariek]

@mortiscausa march to camelot 2: fool - Merlin

[saltydoesstuff]

Love bites (Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey x Reader HCS)

((All characters are depicted as 18+ unless stated otherwise)) I FINALLY got this done! This has been in my drafts for a w h i l e and I'm so glad to be able to share it! technically suggestive??, biting, jealousy, love bites/marks, cuddling ------------------------------------------------ Raph: - He is an alligator snapping turtle, biting is what his species is known for! - He has chew toys hidden around his room so he can have something to bite into whenever he gets the urge, or when he gets frustrated so he doesn't grind his teeth together fighting the urge to bite. He has a very strong bite force and he doesn't want to hurt anyone. - But with you, as soon as you gave the okay for him to bite you he was a little hesitant. You wanted him to bite you? You were okay with it? He could take out your whole shoulder if he really wanted to! - It'd take a little for him to get used to the fact that you were okay with being bitten, but soon he is more than happy to do so. Biting is one of his love languages, and to be able to do it to you without worry of you getting upset really soothed him. - He is extra careful when biting you, starting off with gentle nips and nibbles along your shoulders when you two are cuddling in his room. Every time he thinks he may have gotten a bit hard on a particular nip he will kiss the spot and ask if you are alright, looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes. - The only time he would be less gentle in his biting is if he's jealous. Raph is not one to get jealous super easily, nor let it show. He trusts you completely, but sometimes when the person trying to hit on you is just not getting the hint that you are not only not interested but taken- he could only feel the steam coming from his nostrils as he huffs and glared at the person. Afterwards, when you are both are alone- Raph will suddenly pull you by the waist back into his plastron, he head leaning down and snout nuzzled against the side of your neck. "Uh.. Raph?" You ask, glancing at him through the corner of your eye, "Are you okay big guy?" There's a brief moment of hesitation, before there is a sharp pain searing into the spot between your neck and shoulder; making you inhale sharply and wince. - Yeah.. you needed a bit of bandages after that. His teeth had broken skin and had you bleeding. The poor guy felt so bad, apologizing frantically as he patched you up. You had to constantly reassure him that was alright, despite his many protests that no it was not alright. He clung onto you for the rest of the night, mumbling apologies and kissing the bandages every chance he could. - Yet despite his immense guilt for hurting you, he couldn't help the sense of pride he got whenever he saw the mark once the bandages came off. It was a physical sign that you were his, and now everyone could see it. - And if you ever bite back? Oh you will have a very flustered and smitten turtle on your hands. Donnie: - He isn't much of a biter. At least.. at first. - Donnie has a bit of difficulty showing physical affection at times, even more so verbally expressing it. Which is why his main go to of showing love is gift giving. - When you both started dating, there was a long adjustment period of getting comfortable with getting physically affectionate past platonic gestures. It started small, linking each other's pinkies together when you thought no one was paying attention and holding hands when you slept together in place of cuddling. Times in the morning where a very sleepy soft shell will come up beside you as you prepared coffee for you both and gently bunt his head against yours as a greeting as he picked up his mug and headed towards his lab.

- It had progressed steadily and soon you often found yourself being the stress toy for your purple clad lover. He had found it actually much easier to work while you were on his lap, so that's where you stayed most of the time when he had projects to work on but also wanted to spend time with you. You would face him, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist and arms hugging his middle as he had his head rested on your shoulder to peer down at whatever he was tinkering with that day. His claws would gently run up and down your spine in a mindless manner, and when he got frustrated his hands would come up to your love handles and squeeze while he tried to find a work around. - One of these times, he had gotten a bit too frustrated. He had been working on a new upgrade for Shelldon, but nothing he did seemed to turn out the way he wanted. You were half asleep on his lap at this point, having been there quite a while at this rate. That's when you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder. - He didn't break skin, but his canines dug into your shoulder just enough to leave a little bruising mark. The feeling was enough to make you jolt slightly with a little yelp, startling Donnie in turn. - He pulled away and looked at you quizzically, not seeming to grasp what exactly had happened at first. Then he takes notice of the mark forming on your shoulder and the man short circuits. - Is quick to apologize and offer to get you an icepack to help the bruising through his own flustered state, stammering and tripping over his words. Yet, his grip is firm- keeping you in place on his lap, like he was afraid you would try to get off after he bit you. - He had chalked it up to simply being apart of his more animalistic instincts, a side he is normally the best at repressing compared to his brothers (at least he tells himself that). Still, he tries to take precautions to avoid making the same error. Unless you encourage the behavior, then he is more lenient towards allowing the action to repeat. Just more gently from now on. - His bites are rare, but when they do come they are gentle and almost teasing depending on the situation. His favorite places to nibble is along your collarbone and sometimes the lobe of your ear. - The only time he will deliberately leave lasting marks is out of jealousy, and as we all know the soft shell is very quick to get jealous. Expect to be covered in marks for the next two weeks.

Leo: - Leo would actually be revealed to be a bit of a biter early on in the relationship, a split moment while you both were play wrestling that he had turned his head suddenly and sunk his teeth into the skin of your wrist while you had him pinned. It had caught you off guard, long enough for the slider to get the advantage and over power you. The next second you found yourself on your back with a very smug turtle straddling your waist. - It didn't seem to click for him at first just what he had done, only as he opened his mouth to tease did he notice the flabbergasted expression on your face did it sink in that he had actually bit you. - His eyes darted from the faint mark forming on your wrist to your face a couple times, looking equally as shocked- only his face definitely felt ten times warmer. - He would try to play it off at first, saying that you two never agreed not to bite, so it was still fair game. "All is fair in love and war, mi vida.~" - The biting would not happen again for a while after that, and Leo would get slightly embarrassed every time you try to bring it up in a teasing manner. Bringing it up in a playful tone that you wouldn't mind being bitten, this only served to make the slider more flustered. - Next time he bites you however, is during a sleepover at your apartment. You both had decided to have a cozy night in, cuddled up on your bed and watching movies through whatever streaming services you have. - You were staring blankly at the screen, trying to fight the effect that gravity was having on your eye lids. Leo was behind you, holding you against his plastron- his snout nuzzled into the crook between your neck and shoulder. You could feel his soft breathing against your skin; not quite enough to lead you to believe that he was asleep, but still gentle. - Slowly, his snout trailed upwards- grazing the corner of your jaw as he moved. You didn't think much of it, assuming he may be simply adjusting slightly to get in a more comfortable position- that was until you felt the tips of his canines catch onto the lobe of your ear, tugging and biting gently. - The squeal that left your mouth is still something Leo laughs about to this day. Your flustered and embarrassed reaction to such an innocent test was hilarious, or so he would say. You would heavily beg to differ on multiple of those points. - Once establishing your comfort with his biting, Leo will bite regularly. Not nearly as much as Raph or Mikey per say, but close. More often than not it's more just to get a reaction out of you, he just loves how red your face gets to the simple actions. Other times to have a physical marker that you were his, even if the bites were only in places that he could see. The action still mattered. Oh don't worry, he would never bite you in public. Only behind closed doors when you both are alone. - If he ever bit you out of jealousy, much like Donnie those marks would be e v e r y w h e r e- and not going away anytime soon. He trusts you completely, but apparently other people won't take the hint that you were his unless they saw you covered in his marks. He takes satisfaction in their reactions and defeat. Only he was your champion, no one else.

Mikey: - Biting is also what Box turtles are known for! It's a form of a courting/mating gesture for his species. - I'd say he'd bite you early on into the relationship in the form of soft nibbles, more playful than anything. Say he has you in his arms and he buried his snout into the crook of your neck, he'll gently nibble at your flesh in-between kisses to fluster you. He thinks your adorable flustered! - It's hard to say if he would ever say why he bites you. He would only answer if you asked him directly about it, as to then he would sheepishly admit what it means to him. If you're uncomfortable with it he will gladly stop though! - If you encourage the behavior however, or even go as far as to bite him back at some point? Oh, he just fell even harder! - His favorite spots are your shoulders, thighs and the tips of your ears, you make the cutest squeaks when his canines nip at your earlobe and he just can't get enough! - His bites will become more frequent during cuddle sessions or play fighting to gain the upper hand, you can't tell me this man would not use tricks to catch you off guard- - Despite it all however, he would be rather gentle with his bites. He knows his teeth are sharp, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. But from time to time he will get a bit rougher and leave marks. He will make sure to apologize if it starts bleeding, immediately offering to patch it up. He isn't as panicked as Raph is, but still worries. - Jealousy is a whole different matter. Mikey trusts you, he really does! But those flirting with you just don't seem to understand that you are taken sometimes.. perhaps a few lasting marks will fix that! - This sneaky bastard will make sure some of his bites are hard to cover up, wanting people to see them. To see who you belong to. - But overall he is very sweet and caring with his affections towards you, no matter what form they take.

[beaker1636]

Permanent Mark - Nicholas Ruffilo Smut

AN: This kinda spilled out, I'm really glad though because something finally broke my slump... so I hope ya'll enjoy!!

You let out a soft sigh as you stand outside the tattoo shop, hyping yourself up for this as you have never gotten a tattoo this large before.  You have wanted to get your owl tattoo for awhile now, and when you saw Nicholas’ work you knew you wanted him to do it, his style something that you enjoyed. 

Maybe that’s your problem though. One, he is the bassist of one of your favorite bands and you are going to have to sit and act like you aren’t a weird fangirl.  Two, the two of you haven’t met in person, you have had to communicate over email and messages because of his tour, so your first time meeting and talking to him his hands are going to be all over your thighs. And three, you find him attractive, very attractive so him having his hands on you is going to be a slight distraction for you.

You finally decide to walk in, making your way towards the front desk to check in, Nicholas greeting you with a smile.

“I was wondering when you would finally walk in, that nervous about this?” He asks, teasing you lightly, trying to help you relax.

“No, not that nervous, just excited.  I have wanted this tattoo for awhile, and based on your sketches I know it’ll be awesome,” you respond, hoping that you don’t come across like a weird fangirl or anything.

“I can understand that, I actually already stenciled up the one that you said you liked if you are ready to come back,” he asks, starting to lead you back towards his chair, still with a soft smile on his face, wanting you to feel comfortable.

You follow behind, waiting for him to show you the stencil and size. 

“I know we talked about it and that it’s a thigh piece, if we need to resize it once we see how it looks that is no big deal,” he says, showing you.  

“I-yeah, let me just take my jeans off…. Shit that sounded bad, I wore shorts under them to make it easier on you, I didn’t mean it in a weird way,” you ramble, now blushing bright red as you move to slip your jeans down.

“I figured, why don’t you hop up in the chair and I’ll apply it, we can then figure out if we like the size and placement yeah,” he says, motioning for you to take a seat, which you do, still blushing at how awkward you made things.  Not realizing that he didn’t mind what you said, he was more focused on slipping his gloves on and applying the first stencil.

You watch him as his hands now touch your thigh, applying it for you.  When it’s on he gives you a chance to look in the mirror, seeing what you think of the placement and the size.

“What do you think? I think we should go a little bigger but it’s your decision,” he says, glancing at you as you look at it.

You look at it for a moment, trying to decide what you think before you nod in agreement. “Yeah, I think you’re right, it would look better if we made it bigger. Hopefully it’s not too much work to change it up.”

“Nope, we will wipe this one off and then I will go resize it quickly,” he responds, taking a wet paper towel and wiping the stencil off my skin before going back behind the desk and doing a couple things, coming back with a larger one.

When he returns and gently places the larger stencil on you he looks up at you to see what you are thinking. “I think it looks much better like this, what do you think y/n?” he asks, waiting for you to decide if you like it.

“That looks much better, I like it,” you respond, a big smile on your face as the reality of you finally getting this tattoo you’ve wanted for so long is finally hitting you.

“Awesome, I will get started with the outlines.  Did you decide what colors you wanted me to use or do you want me to surprise you?” He asks, getting all his materials ready before you hear the machine turn on, your anxiety spiking.

“I don’t know, I was thinking that galaxy-like colors would be cool.  Like blues and purples, but if you have a different idea I am open to it honestly.  You’re the artist here, not me, so you probably have more idea of what would look good.” You say softly, trying not to jump when you feel him start his first line.

“I was hoping you would say that, I wanted to use those colors honestly.  I think they’d look great on your skin tone.  So, let’s get started, enjoy the next few hours we have together.  If you need a break or anything let me know okay?” He asks, making sure that you meet his eyes for a moment, to catch how serious he is before he looks down to get started.

“Of course, I can’t wait to see how it comes out,” you say excitedly, watching him get started.  There is something so mesmerizing, watching him while he is so focused, while his eyes are so focused on what he does as his hands run along your skin.  

The buzzing is a little annoying, but it is nothing you aren’t used to, having gotten a couple tattoos in the past.

As he works he can tell that you are watching him, that you enjoy watching him as he works.  He’s not sure exactly why, but it’s flattering.  Once he gets a little more in the zone he decides to try and talk to you, wanting to get to know you a little better but also to break the silence.

“So, is this your first tattoo you’ve gotten?” He asks you, continuing to drag the needle across your skin as he does the outlines, sneaking a couple looks at your face here or there as he goes to gauge your reactions, making sure that you aren’t too uncomfortable.

“No, I have a rather large one on the back of my shoulder that I had done awhile ago when I was in college and then a set of song lyrics that was added to it.  It’s just not visible when I am in a shirt, I also have a magnifying glass on my bicep but you can’t really see it with the long sleeves I’m in.  This one is one I have wanted and sat on for a while though honestly.” you admit, feeling a little shy while you say it.

“No wonder you are taking this so well, I was just thinking you are handling it well for someone’s first, so that makes more sense now.  You chose a good spot though, it shouldn’t hurt too bad for you.  What is the one on your back?” He asks.

The two of you spend the next few hours talking, a little flirting, and getting to know each other.  Him laughing when he hits a spot where you grimace, not expecting you to lose your composure.  You laugh when he tells you something funny that has happened in the shop, or on tour.  The two of you honestly hit it off really well, despite the fact that you’re hurting you are almost disappointed when a few hours later he is wrapping it up and it is done.  You absolutely love how it came out though, his talent and his attention to the details that you wanted to stand out made it come out absolutely beautifully. 

When you make your way up front to pay and leave, you feel pretty bitter sweet, not waiting to walk away from him but absolutely loving how it came out.  You don’t realize that he feels the same way, that something about you is different than other clients and he doesn’t quite want to let you leave either.

You sign the slip of paper you need to pay with your card before sliding it back to him, thinking nothing of it when he slides business card back to you… until you realize that there is a phone number written on the back of it when you get inside your car and go to set it in your purse.  You can’t believe that he gave you his phone number, and wrote text me next to it.  You realize that you aren’t the only one who felt something between the two of you.

When you make your way back to your house you decide to send him a text, just saying thank you for the tattoo, that you absolutely loved it and can’t wait for it to heal. 

A week later

The two of you have consistently been talking for about a week now, getting to know each other as you do so… and maybe flirting with each other quite a bit.  You still a little mind blown that this man who you find so attractive seems to be into you.

You got another message from him, this one asking you to come hang out, watch a movie at his place.  That led to where you are now, on his couch while a movie plays, both of you laughing with it while his arm is around you, feeling close to one another.

“Hey, how’s the owl healing?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as you both smile at each other, enjoying how you are looking at one another.

“It is looking great, I know it’s not fully there yet but I love it.  You did a great job,” You say honestly, wondering if he actually cares or is just worried you aren’t taking care of it, letting it ruin itself.

“I’m curious about the one you said is on your back, you never showed me a picture or anything, can I see it?” He asks you softly, his hand rubbing your arm softly where it is wrapped around you.

“Yeah, I’ll have to take my top shirt off though, but I do have a tank top on so it’s not that weird.” You say softly, feeling shy as you let him see this other part of you, one that honestly you love but with him being an artist himself you are worried about what he would think.  

You sit up and slip your t-shirt off, turning your back towards him so that he can see it.  His hands gently brushing your hair to the side as he looks, gently tracing his fingers down the dragon, sending shivers down your spine with how gentle his touch is.  

“I don’t know why I didn’t expect a dragon and flowers but I didn’t.  What does the line ‘Heaven wasn’t too far away’ with the dates mean?” He asks you, his fingers still gently tracing along your skin as he watches it closely.

“The dates are when my dad died, that’s actually why I got a dragon too, because he had a dragon on his arm so it’s all a tribute for him.  When I was little he sang Heaven by warrant to me so it just made sense,” you admit softly, a little uncomfortable talking about what is a sore subject, unsure why you are comfortable telling him.

“Well it’s beautiful, really,” he says just as softly, before moving and placing a soft kiss on your skin there.

You stiffen for a moment, caught off guard by the kiss, him also wondering why the hell he just did that as he feels your body tense for a moment.

When you turn towards him, your eyes meeting his something changed.  Next thing you know the two of you are kissing, his tongue quickly finding yours as the two of you give in, no longer holding back your desire from the other one.  His hands settle on your hips as you eventually move, straddling his lap as he holds you tightly against him, one of your hands settling in his hair.  The more intense the kiss gets the more you shift in his lap, able to feel his growing erection underneath you, which just fuels you even more.

His lips eventually pull away from yours only to settle on your neck, leaving teasing kisses along the length of it until they settle underneath your ear, nipping lightly at your earlobe.

“Please tell me you want this as much as I do right now,” he asks softly, practically begging you for permission to keep going.

“Yes, I want this,” you admit softly, letting out a gasp when his lips settle below your ear again, now nipping, kissing and sucking harder, determined to leave at least one mark along your skin if you will let him.  Leave you with a reminder that he was there, that he made you feel this way.  

When he’s finally satisfied with how it looks he pulls away with a smirk.  Moving to slip his own shirt off before reaching for the bottom of your tank top, waiting for you to nod before he slides it off of you as well. 

He moves you off his lap, urging you to lay back on the couch which you gladly do, wanting to feel him over the top of you as his lips lock on yours again, much more urgency in his actions this time as one of his hands trails slowly up your stomach.  Making its way teasingly between your breasts before moving to lightly palm one of them over the top of your bra, slowly his fingers dip under the cup as they find your nipple, playfully rubbing it between his fingers before lightly pulling on it.

At this point his other hand reaches behind your back, unclasping it and sliding it off of you before he shifts his attention to your other breast.  His fingers still playing with the one while he pulls his lips away from yours, settling on your other one as he slowly trails his tongue around it, feeling it harden in his mouth as he continues to tease you with his tongue, sucking on it while his fingers are on your other one still.  He hears your soft moan which encourages him to continue, knowing that you are enjoying his teasing touches on them, knowing that he is making you want this as much as he does based on how you are shifting your hips up to meet his, making both of you gasp as you make contact.

One of your arms wraps itself around his back, lightly running your nails along his skin there as he continues, it starting to turn him on more than he thought it would as he continues his touches, his lips now trailing down your torso as he moves.  Stopping just above the waistband of your leggings that you have on.  

You glance down, looking at him as he slowly moves to dip his finger teasingly just under the waistband of them and your panties, watching as you squirm from his touches.  He can tell that he is getting you worked up, and is enjoying the fact that he is.  His eyes meeting yours, his desire obvious inside of them.

“Can I?” He asks you gently, waiting for your okay before he tries to remove them from your body.  

When you nod he doesn’t hesitate, he slowly slides them both down your legs at the same time, quickly settling himself between your thighs as his hands teasingly trail over the bare one.  He also takes a moment to admire his work, it really is healing beautifully and he thinks it looks incredibly sexy on you, that you let him decorate your skin for life.

He moves back up, his lips settling on yours again while his fingers teasingly slide through your folds, collecting your wetness on one of his fingertips before bringing it back up to use as lube while he lightly circles your clit.   Watching as you instantly stiffen slightly, enjoying his touch while letting out a quiet sigh, enjoying how his hands are on you.  

He pulls his lips away with a smirk, glancing at you as he mumbles something about how wet you are.  Honestly, you didn’t completely catch what he says, you are so overstimulated and enjoying his touch so much that you can’t focus on his words.  Nicholas is able to tell, his eyes meeting yours with an amused smile as he continues, moving his finger slowly against your clit, wanting you to grow desperate, crave more from him.

When you are squirming underneath him, whimpering, he decides that he may have teased you enough and quickly slips a finger inside of you, another joining right away when he realizes just how wet you actually are.  Pumping them inside of you while angling up to hit that spongy spot, wanting to get you there quickly because he is struggling to hold it together at this point, wants to be inside of you desperately at this point.  Watching you arch your back against the touch, bucking your hips up to meet his touch, all while whimpering and moaning, it's turning him on more than anything has before.  You are total putty under his hands and he is enjoying it, a cocky smirk on his face as he watches you slowly fall apart.

“You want more, want me to make you come?” He asks you, voice deep and laced with lust.

“Please, I, I am so close Nicholas,” you whine, meeting his eyes with your own while he watches you closely, enjoying your reactions.

“Hmm, I think you can do better than that,” He says again, slowing his movements with his fingers down to prove his point.

“Fuck, Please, I feel so good, I, I want to come nicholas, want to feel even better,” You whimper out, unashamed to be begging at this point, past the point of no return.

He doesn’t say anything, just picking up the pace and using the pads of his other fingers to rub against your clit, pulling you closer and closer.  He doesn’t stop this time when you are at the edge again, instead he tells you to come, demands you to, which somehow makes you let go.

Your back arching as you throw your head back with a loud moan, your climax hitting you harder than you expected, feeling so sensitive and overwhelmed by everything as your body relaxes back against the couch again, slumping against it as you come back down with a heaving chest while he watches you.  While your eyes were closed he had lost his pants and underwear, slipped a condom on and is watching you, stroking his cock as he admires just how beautiful you look like this. Waiting for you to settle back down and be ready to take him.

When your eyes open and land on him stroking himself he figures that you are ready, settling himself between your thighs as he leans down to give you another kiss, slowly thrusting himself inside you for the first time while the two of you kiss.  When you adjust to the stretch a bit more he lets go, his hips rocking to meet yours a bit more, working himself into you while he admires you.  Watches how your breasts move as he thrusts into you, enjoying the sight of your chest heaving as he works you back up again, the sight of you alone is honestly almost orgasmic, he loves how responsive and sensitive you are.

He grabs one of your hands, moving it between your thighs to rub your clit, wanting to feel you come on his cock before he finishes.  You do, starting to rub it as he thrusts harder into you, your other hand moving to play with one of your nipples, craving that extra stimulation as you find yourself hurdling closer to the edge, the pressure building again.

“Please, I’m close, need you to finish again,” he whispers into your ear, practically begging you to let another orgasm go for him.  The feeling of him inside of you, your fingers on your clit, pared with his words is enough, throwing you over the edge abruptly as your second orgasm hits you, stronger than the last.

The moan you let out and the feeling of you tightening around his cock is enough to pull him over the edge with you, coming undone with a few more thrusts to ride it out, his head landing on your chest when he pulls out and collapses on top of you.  Both of you laying there, basking in the afterglow of the moment you just shared.  Both of your chests heaving as you come down together, one of your hands now moving so that you can play with his damp hair, earning you a soft groan from him.  

Neither one of you wants to break this silence, both of you enjoying the moment but he eventually decides he should probably deal with the condom and slowly lifts himself off of you, leaving you another soft kiss before moving to take it off and throw it away before making his way back over to you.

“If you want we can maybe move this to my bed, restart the movie because we missed most of it and cuddle up for the night… and have an actual date tomorrow night,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You can’t help but giggle, before agreeing with him that it sounds wonderful, letting him slip his shirt that he had on over your head before you follow him to his room. Restarting the movie so that you both could actually watch it this time while sharing some sweet kisses, smiles, and cuddles.  

“You know, I really want to make a joke about you leaving a permanent mark on me now, that yours is going to last longer than any others I’ve had before because of the tattoo but maybe that’s a bit too cheesy,” you say with a giggle, his head resting on your chest again as you play with his hair.  Both of you have discovered that you like this, that it is relaxing for both of you.

“Yeah, with your garbage sense of humor I was waiting for it,” he teases, lightly tickling your side to make you laugh again.  You retaliate by attempting to tickle him back, leading to a full out tickling war as you miss a good chunk of the movie yet again.

“Maybe one day we’ll actually finish the movie,” he says with a laugh.  Giving up and turning it off, neither of you seem to care or notice as you both continue to laugh, talk and enjoy the night before falling asleep.

[moltensmusings]

Wanting to ramble a bit about them so figured I'd give my late take on some of the concept art from rwby remnant archives that people have shared online.

Starting with the dresses:

There's a high chance due to budget and restrictions of the animation program these designs got replaced with what we had in the end. But these are infinitely better than the ones we did get. The ruby hair and clear rose dress, the Weiss look being simple but also very expensive in appearance as her fits should be. Blake with the longer version of her dress that fits her so well at this point in canon. And yang dress is just, top tier. I've always disliked her actual dress from the show because it just didn't fit her as a character. Yang has a loud personality and the dress should be eyecatching.

Penny concepts:

I adore these penny designs and I think in a more traditional Pinocchio story they'd fit, but it does make sense that they opted to use what ended up as her canon design. The ones I like the most are the blue and white, the bottom right green dress, and the two top green and purple dresses.

Penny has always felt very refined and put together in her design. A perfect robot visually. I think she really does look like something someone from atlas would design and that's fantastic. All in all no bad designs here but some just made more sense.

Neo concepts:

Controversial take maybe, I'm glad they didn't make her a faunus. I've never made it a secret that their faunus lore/handling of the faunus characters is bad and I think her final look is just perfect. She's a design where her inspiration isn't immediately clear but it's such an intelligently done one that when you hear her design inspiration it clicks.

Faunus Neo is cool in theory but doesn't work to me.

Sun concepts:

I love these designs but I do understand why they shifted things. I do wish they'd reused them in volume 4, though, when Sun's traveling around. A big disappointment of rwby is how much team SSSN gets disregarded by the writers. Maybe we'll see portions of this reincorporated in Vacuo if we get volume 10.

I could stare at this concept for hours, I really love it.

Those are the ones I've been thinking about since I saw them. Hopefully I can see more character concepts later.

[mondaymelon]

sleep tight, love. pt 1 (tsukasa x rui x gn!reader)

warnings/notes! poly relationship, fluff, reader is in a sleepover with the two of them

(a/n) requested by an anon! thank you ♡ im making two parts of this because i feel like it hehe ^^ note that my requests are currently open at the time of writing this! enjoy ✩

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The moment Tsukasa had saw you, he knew you would be a star.

You were auditioning for your favorite musical group, Wonderlands x Showtime, and had miraculously gotten in. Little to your knowledge, two pairs of watchful eyes had been trained on you the entire time. As soon as you began preforming the first act, your voice steady and movements precise, Tsukasa turned to Rui, who was sitting beside him, and fiercely whispered, "They're in."

Rui smiled. "Already?"

"Are you disagreeing with my judgement? Me, the Mr. Future Star?" Tsukasa puffed up with pride, sending a challenging look at the man beside him.

"No, not at all." Rui shook his head, smiling softly. "I'm just surprised you took a liking for them so fast."

"Ooh! I know- we should have a welcome party of sorts and invite them over to our house for like a sleepover or something! ...Or, would that be too rambunctious considering we just saw them for the first time about 2 minutes ago...?" Tsukasa paused, pondering his options before finally shrugging.

The purple-haired man beside him agreed. "That seems like a good idea, but we should at least let them warm up to us first."

"Alright then! It's a plan!"

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It had been a month since you had joined WxS. Since then, the group had put on several shows, ones that you were always happy to join in on. You quickly befriended everyone in the group - the bubbly Emu, shy Nene, proud Tsukasa and somewhat brooding Rui. You weren't too sure what to think of them just yet, but you were glad to be able to finally interact with your favorite performers. All your impressions of them were positive as well, but you hadn't gotten the chance to exclusively get to know them that well yet, which disappointed you more than you'd like to admit.

Still, you appreciated and loved all of them.

You had been keenly aware of two pairs of watchful eyes following you ever since you had gotten into the group. They certainly didn't bear any malicious intent, at least you hoped not, but you were just perplexed.

did i do something wrong? am i going to get kicked out and are they just trying to find a way to tell me? ugh... i shouldve known not to get my hopes up...

"Hey! Wait up!" A familiar voice from behind called to you, and you immediately flinched before turning around nervously.

i knew it... theyre going to kick me out, arent they?

"Y-Yes?" You hadn't meant to stutter, but when you were hesitant, it just happened. "Sorry, what can I do for you?" Glancing at the person in front of you - correction - people, you recognized Tsukasa and Rui.

"There's no need to be so nervous!" Tsukasa began. "Since it's been a bit since you joined, we wanted to host a welcome party for you! Rui and I will be there, and it'll be a sleepover! How does that sound?" He gestured to himself, then Rui, respectively, before turning his gaze back to you with sparkling amber eyes.

"...Wait- so, you aren't going to kick me out of the group?"

Tsukasa and Rui both blinked. "What... made you think that?" Rui laughed nervously. "Did we come on a little too headstrong?"

"Not at all! Just... nevermind. I'd be happy to come!" A wave of instant relief hit you as you beamed at them. "What time should I be there? And could you guys text me the address?"

"Of course! What's your number, again? I don't think I have you as a contact." Rui sent you a charming smile, holding out his phone. You took it from him, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you did. You didn't seem to pay any mind to it, but Rui certainly did, handing over the phone swiftly before covering his lightly flushing face with his hand.

"Are... you okay?" You questioned, glancing up at him while adding yourself as a contact to both his and Tsukasa's phones.

"You needn't worry," Rui smiled. "I'm fine." He took his phone back from you, Tsukasa mirroring the action. The blonde glanced down at the screen, nodding approvingly at your contact.

"Okay then!" He beamed, sending you the address. "Then I'll see you all at six!" With that, the three of you bid farewells, Tsukasa and Rui going in one direction with you going in the other.

-- end of part 1.

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The Aura Guardian and the Prince - Palletshipping Week 7 (AU day!)

Summary:

Ash is an Aura Guardian, and though that's usually a prestigious position, he still finds himself kneeling at the psychic's throne.

Notes:

Prompt: AU/Free Day! Note: Aura guardian Ash my beloved!!! Thanks for these prompts OP, I’m glad to take over for the last day. *takes a bow* (Gary’s also a psychic (think: Sabrina) for the purposes of the plot.) Cws: Power imbalance I GUESS, also a little more suggestive than I mean too. *skull* Words: 2,082

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54957733

Aura Guardian.

Despite the prestigious nature of his title, Ash knew that he was nowhere close to the most powerful person in the room. (If the fact that he was currently kneeling in the dirt like a simple dog hadn't given that away already.) He dipped his head lower, smelling the dull burn of dust as if floated up from the castle floor tiles and into his nose. As he kneeled below the throne of Prince Gary Oak, Ash felt his hands shake like the legs of a baby deerling.

“Oh, here you are,”

As Gary spoke, his voice was smooth and calm, as if this was a casual meeting, rather than what they both knew it was. Besides, Ash couldn't help but notice the prince; he was clearly just pretending to have not noticed the familiar man that knelt before him. He had felt those green eyes on the back of his neck from the second he had first bowed.

“Yes,” he responded, finding himself unable to read into Gary's intentions through even his powers. Clearly the Psychic was no less aware of Ash's powers than Ash himself was.

“You can look up you know,” Gary said, his smirk coming into view as Ash obeyed.

The prince was draped over a throne, his bodyguards discarded into side rooms for the meeting. They both knew they weren't necessary. Ash wasn't the type to attack for no reason, and Gary wasn't the type to let someone beat him.

”You know,“ Gary continued, kicking his legs over the armrest of his throne like this was some sort of meeting of friends, ”I've always wondered about you Aura Guardians, does it feel weird to speak?“

Ash paused, narrowing his eyes for a moment and letting the glow of Gary's aura appear in his eyes. It was clear and purple, much stronger than that of a regular person.

”What do you mean by that?“ he finally asked, suddenly aware of how very small he looked kneeling on the floor in the giant room that was the throne room of the Viridian castle. He made a move to get up, but he felt a force that he strongly suspected to be Gary's psychic powers weighing him down. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for him to know his place.

Gary laughed again, and Ash had a sudden flash of what the prince would look like surrounded by royal friends, each cheering him on and laughing along with him. But that was not the case here. Here, the high pitched snort was only echoed by the empty arches of the hall.

”Nothing bad, let me assure you,“ Gary finally said, though the pressure on Ash's back increased as Gary looked down at the Aura Guardian, ”You're all so used to talking telepathically and all, I've heard of Guardians who go years without actually speaking,“

Ash felt the urge to point out that Gary could have chosen to speak telepathically if he had wanted to, but he thought better of it, instead saying, ”Well, I'm not that sort of Guardian then,“

”Do the words feel heavy on your tongue?“

”Excuse me?“

”Oh nothing,“

The pressure on Ash's shoulders lessened, and he took the chance to quickly clamber to his feet. (Even if the chance had been given by accident, he was taking it.) He looked nervously at Gary, but as the smirk on his face had not yet disappeared, Ash was pretty sure that he had not overstepped anything.

He decided to get right to the point.

“Did you call me here for a job, or can I go?” He asked. Outside of the room, he could all but see the aura of his partner Pokemon pacing back and forth. Electric and yellow, it was unlike anything that most Aura Guardians kept by their side, but the power of the tiny Pokemon had been known to get him jobs in the past, so he hadn't questioned it when the prince had called him to his feet.

...Which was why he was so taken aback when Gary shook his head.

“No I can't go, or no I don't have a job,” Ash said, completely aware that his words had come out as more of a statement than a question.

“Oh,” Gary paused, like he hadn't thought about what he was actually answering to, and then waved his hand and continued to grin, “No, to both,”

Ash once again attempted to search the man for intentions, but once again found his attempts blocked by the psychicforce of his opponent. ”What am I here for then?“ He asked, still blank. (Oh, why hadn't he brought Pikachu in with him?) Maybe it was as Korina had told him. Maybe he DID rely too much on his ability to feel the thoughts of others, as he was once again taken aback when Gary next spoke.

“Can't a guy catch up with an old friend?” Gary asked, somewhat exasperated, “Maybe I missed you!”

Ash felt his expression contort.

Gary was saying this.

Gary was saying this.

The man who had all but shunned him, and others like him, from the kingdom. The man who had been the one to proclaim the powers of Aura Guardians quote, ”last century,“ in their application when asked about it in the courts.

But yet...

Ash also knew that this was the man who had been forced to be strong for his people when they had lost pieces of their kingdom to the Rockets. This was the man who had refused to take the name ”king“ out of respect for his fallen grandfather. This was the man who had done his best to protect even the youngest of the Pokemon when the Rockets had entered the stables.

But when the positive stories from the people shifted to the good memories of Ash's childhood, growing up all but hand in hand with the young ruler, laying side by side in the courtyard, and picking partner Pokemon as friends...

Ash felt his frown grow larger.

“If you missed a friend, why was I kneeling in the dirt at your feet?”

Gary paused, and frowned at him, the air twisting with psychic powers so strong that Ash could actually see them as an extension of Gary's aura. Ash winced as the air squeezed at his shoulders, a clear warning that stepping out of line would get him right back where he had started.

“You don't have a right to question me, I'm your prince ,”

“You tried to banish me!” Ash protested, flinging his hand out to the side in exasperation.

Gary waved his hand as if that part of the past didn't matter a bit. ”And it didn't work! Besides-,“ he stepped a little closer (and was it Ash's imagination, or had the man grown since they had last been in close proximity), ”I promise I regret it,“ he breathed.

There was an awkward moment of silence, in which Ash found himself nearly chest to chest with the ruler, who smirked down at him like his confusion was the funniest joke in the world. In the corner of the rooms, planted as if they were just a beauty of nature and not a tool of aura, time flowers shimmered, as if begging Ash to remember the past that they could not. He was certain they knew something he did not, but he didn't pay them any mind.

“Listen man,” Ash said, taking a step back and sweeping his cloak around himself with a frown, “I like having friends as much as the next guy, but if you're not giving me a job to do, I don't see a reason I should stay here,” Ash turned and began to walk towards the door, the air suddenly absence of forces as if the prince was just as surprised as Ash felt.

“Don't leave!” Gary blurted out a touch of that young boy that Ash had once known, clearly audible in his nasally voice and visible in his wide green eyes (which only widened further as he processed that he had spoken aloud). He smacked a hand to his mouth.

In the desperation in his voice, Ash could tell that they had both momentarily forgotten how easily the man could crush him. The air instantly electrified with the psychic energy of Gary's aura again, and Ash cringed at the flash of power. And yet, he couldn't help but notice that he was still unharmed.

If this had been any other ruler and Ash had turned them down in this way, he was sure that he would have been back on his knees and begging long before he had turned to leave. And alright, maybe that was an insanely low bar to clear, but Gary had in fact cleared it.

He felt a spark of the only feeling he had had with Gary in his chest as the prince struggled to regain his composure and threatening aura. (Which had to have been difficult if you weren't really all that much older than your average stable boy.) It was, however, clearly difficult to hide the true nature of an aura from an Aura Guardian, and Ash caught snips of Gary's mind rush by him as the prince struggled to contain his thoughts in his barrier.

“Again I ask,” Ash started, though the air seemed to have frozen hard as ice around him, holding him in place, “Why did you make me kneel for you if this was a friendly meeting?”

Gary's face was a horrible mish mash of pinks and reds, and Ash couldn't help the tiny smirk that he found forming on his lips. Oh boy. This was even more complicated than he had thought it would be.

”Okay, maybe a little too friendly,“ Gary admitted. He raised his chin like his suddenly serious expression would hide the blush on his face, ”Besides, a royal can't drop formalities like that for no reason,“

”Never heard that before,“ Ash grumbled, mentally picturing the multitudes of royals who had told him something similar, right before he found himself all but kissing their boots for them. How was he to have known that Gary was going to be any different? How was he to have known that he wasn't going to be worse?

Gary ignored him and continued, ”If I had invited you here just to talk, you wouldn't have ever responded to my summons,“

Ash chose not to retort. There was never a choice in appearing in front of a royal or not, if they had been your childhood best friend or not, it didn't matter in the face of the law.

”So I had to do what was expected of me, since you did what was expected of you,“

”I tasted dust, yes,“ Ash said, his frown back. Why was Gary purposely making this worse?

The hall was silent, and the air clinging to Ash's body dissolved back into a breathable density.

”And I'm... sorry about that,“ Gary whispered, so quiet he was almost impossible to hear, ”I didn't know you-,”

He stopped, but Ash had already felt the truth behind his words. Ash reached out in his mind, and found that the barriers had disappeared, leaving the intentions of his former friend bare and open.

He hadn't lied.

This was nothing like the summons of previous kings and queens.

Then again, Gary wasn't technically a king, why had Ash expected him to act like one?

'Uh, because he was a few steps away from walking on top of you,' his thoughts told him, 'that's not exactly a thing friends do to each other,'

He looked Gary in his wide green eyes, entirely unable to read him, despite the suddenly open shot into his heart. For some reason, that only served to increase Ash's curiosity. Maybe it was idiotic, but he felt his heart speed up.

Despite everything, he still wanted to know this man.

Maybe Gary had a point with this.

“Besides,” Gary spluttered, clearly trying to save face, “Who wouldn’t want you on your knees at their feet?”

Or maybe not.

Ash smacked a hand into his face.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Outside, the bodyguards couldn’t quite tell if it had been the Aura Guardian or the prince who had spoken, but if any of them had been able to feel the auras in the room, they would have heard the resounding ‘yes,’ from the minds of the two men, ‘for you,’

Notes:

I had a LOT of fun with this week, again, thank you OP for letting me join! Comments appreciated!

[hypersomniaaboutsleeping]

💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫

Official name: Unexpected

(An additional part. "The last exam" p.1)

Only here on En here. From author personally.

Madara was in full assembly in the hall of famous Konoha ninjas.

Of course, he will not be the same wise leader of the clan. The sister is already coping with it better. A warrior from him is also like that.. Slightly above average.

- Well, what was Mom guided by, naming in honor of this warrior? If you were alive, I'd call you a jerk who doesn't want to be responsible..

"Uchiha clan leader, friend, wife of the first Hokage and a wise warrior"

-..And she would be right.

And it doesn't look so impressive. He is not tall, has blue eyes... They call them cute.

This Madara was his distant relative, whom he didn't even really know. Of course I knew about participating in the war, marrying the founder of Konoha, but it was so long ago..

- And it's good that she died.

He had already turned around to leave... But my gut tells me that I'm not alone in the hall. I don't want anyone else to see it..

- Who's here? Don't hide, I won't bite.

- I'm wondering if I'm going to scare you with this.

When Uchiha turns around with an activated sharingan, a spitting image of Ootsutsuki stands in front of him.

But what he lacks is blond hair. They are purple, long..

- What do you need?

Madara clutches kunai behind her, praying not to fight right before the exam.. In order not to fight with a clearly superior opponent.

- Where is the chunin exam held?

Exhales. No, they weren't going to fight him now, otherwise they would have attacked him while he was standing and soaring in the clouds. The eyes become ordinary..

- I'm going there too. The field will be located this time in the north of the village, respectively, the course there. Can I ask you a question?

- I will be glad to answer for your help. - The man calmly answers.

- What are you here for?

Ootsutsuki chuckles contentedly, as if waiting for a question to be asked. Examines the young man, quickly realizing who is standing in front of him.

- You're from the Uzumaki clan, since you've heard about our race and react so calmly. And Uchiha. Mom told me about you.

- You still haven't answered the question, and wouldn't you like to ask the name first before judging?

A good-natured smile confuses a white-skinned man who is obviously not used to a warm welcome ..

He nods happily.

- He managed to persuade me to let me go for a while to travel. With the status of chunin, I will be given other documents, and they are my goal, people like to complicate everything. So what about your name?

- Madara. Don't ask me why, I don't like it myself. Is the mother by any chance from the Hugo clan?

- Can you really know about her? I'm Tsukiko, prefer Hugo.

- Hinata.. Right?

- That's right. When I get back, I'll have another sister. She will have to inherit the title of princess.

Tsukiko didn't seem to think to hide his origin. Maybe even proud.. But it was impossible to read a single fraction of emotions on the face.

- And how it feels.. To be just a blot on the background of an unborn child?

- How does it feel to realize that you will not achieve the highest titles?

Initially taking the question to himself, Madara frowned incomprehensibly, folded his hands on his sides..

-If they don't invite me to the post of Hokage advisor soon, I'm going to get a jonin degree anyway. And then maybe they'll take a look at ANBU.. Although what am I telling you.

The man shrugged his shoulders. He sighed and added: "What do you care, your parents will provide for you"

- No. I apologize if I seemed tactless.

- Toneri really decided so? I'm sorry, I took a completely different tone.

- Yes. I don't dare to doubt my own parents for a minute. What about your parents? However.. I guess I'm meddling in my own business. - The dark-haired man sneered in response.

Madara finally managed to look out the window..

- We're probably late! Damn, damn, damn!

He gestured for Tsu to follow him.. The strange interlocutor agreed, because they did not give him any other choice.

You can't lose red hair in a crowd. But a leisurely companion - even as..

- Tsu, please, move faster!

..From the fact that he doesn't even like to be touched.

- Have you studied theory? In practice, I have no doubt, you are undoubtedly successful.

- Are you talking about ninja commandments and other rubbish? - Hugo tried very hard to go as fast as possible to keep up..

- Oh, yes.. Dad said that his teammate Sakura knew them perfectly well, which helped them pass in general. - Uchiha-Uzumaki grinned, struggling with the desire to push, and at the same time not to run into.. - Difficulties too?

- No. But it seems that you have.

Madara stuck out his tongue at this, trying to deny with all his appearance that he had problems with the theory. They simply could not be, studying in their family is also appreciated.

- I try to study diligently. Hardly.

In someone's understanding, "try to be diligent" means "to graduate better than the last two generations, if you do not include parents and their brother or mentor in the generation."

Uchiha-Uzumaki deliberately raised his head, now deliberately passing on in silence. It didn't work out very well.. But it worked.

..Now Tsukiko is drooping. He didn't want to hurt Madara, but he wasn't a master at communication either.

- Did I say something wrong?

- I don't like it when people doubt my abilities. That's all.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm not really offended. But you should know that I am one of the best students of the stream. And a descendant of two legendary clans. However, my team lost one person quite recently..

- Dead?

- She took the documents, left the village without explaining anything. And I did it three days ago, not even in a month.

- Maybe someone died from her family?

- What did you say, "she died, from her died.". I don't know, okay? We've known each other for nine years! And you can't really get words out of her, but she's also used to us..

Madara snorted, clearly not going to continue the topic. Plunged into thought ...

- Can I replace her?

- Pfft, well, you asked in time, on the day of the exam, when the teams have already been approved. We would still have a sensei, that would be a joy.. And then forever "do not disturb outside of school time, do not ask stupid questions."

- His description also makes me sad.

- Well, that's why I have a father to train, and a bunch of his friends. As for your proposal, think about it yourself, it's just that we usually have two girls and one boy in our teams. Well, it happened.

The red-haired man shrugged his shoulders, finally approaching the gate..

Tsukiko didn't notice anything further from the moment he encountered the same red-haired girl.

"Beautiful as the sun" - That's how his father once answered him when asked what his intended would be.

- I've been waiting for you here for an hour, where have I fallen?! You're hanging out with your friends again! The exam is already in half an hour, Ari has been waiting!

- But who asked her to come an hour and a half before the exam!

The unfortunate Madara tried unsuccessfully to fend off his own sister, from whose iron grip few people got out..

- Save-help-rape!

- Mikoto, he is still alive for the exam, especially with an unfortunate replacement!

A short girl with expressive green eyes also had gorgeous red hair, standing between the two..

- You don't have to stare at me. Where did you come from and why did you appear?

Of course, Mikoto noticed that her brother's next new friend was looking at her without a shyness. But the origin was alarming..

- Tsukiko Hugo. To take the exam, of course.

- Well, a massacre to the death, so to the death. Madara, are you so confident in your ability to stay alive?

- I will be given weights and a certain list of prohibited techniques. It's stupid to fight in full force if you just kill the opponent instantly. And what about the name above, dear red-haired beast?

At first she just snorted. Later, she moved forward decisively.

- Mikoto Uzumaki-Uchiha. Don't you dare call me a beast, I'm above you in rank.

Tsukiko just patted the girl on the head, still smiling affably.

...And his ardor was cooled by a strong blow to the face. A minute later, Madara was lying on the ground next to him..

- F-for the future. Don't push up and don't call my sister that, she still had a light stroke. Oh fucking ..

The young man bent in half from the pain, without saying anything. It seems that this was not the first time, since he reacted so calmly..

- Do you have this often?

- Just try to be a nice guy. And if you want to get the location, be careful with compliments, act carefully and gradually ..

- What does she like at all?

- Power. That's it, stop whispering, get up, come on, it's about twenty minutes before the exam, and then they call you the most I don't want.

- Calling?..

- They're looking for you. - The red-haired man snorted.

Madara got up first, willingly extending his hand.

- And yes.. Are you going to wear a kimono?

Without further ado, Tsu accepted a helping hand, later turning out to be in the usual form with the help of technology.

- Mr. Ootsutsuki, let's go through, we will allocate you everything you need under the contract before the start.

- Just Tsukiko.

The young man willingly walked with one of the organizers, taking a more human form.

"So he could have turned all this time, but preferred to be stared at by everyone around? I would like to live with such equanimity and straightforwardness in life.."

Madara sighed, turning to Ari, who brought a replacement. This sad face, quickly changing to a cheerful one, had to be seen..

- I see you've recovered. This..

- I see that Hugo. What's your name, what's with the theory?

Affability turned into severity.

- Are you the captain of team number six? Well, it's not bad with her, although I admit that not everything is given.. Hatumi Hyuga.

The brunette bowed awkwardly. Apparently, she had heard about the origin..

- Welcome to the team.

"We were obviously lucky. Has Nagato-sensei decided to help his students for once? Otherwise, do not touch it outside of school, then do not approach, sign the exam papers yourself.." - The young man smiled warmly again.

- Madara Uzumaki-Uchiha. Yes, I'm the captain. Ari will need help with theory. We act quietly. What about the physical part?

- Uh.. I stretch my wrist forever, trying to move the nightstand.

He stifled a chuckle.

- I see.. Ari, you're a man again.

- Oh, well, I never thought of you as him.

- Put aside the banter over the captain. Come on, let's deign to listen to Nagato-sensei, I see him smiling for the first time in my life.

And indeed. In the distance, a familiar blond man in casual clothes waved at them.

- What's the truth? Maybe there will be a golden shower? - Lazily pulled Ari. - if that's what now and your sensei for this time. We're joking, of course..

- Yeah, with leprechauns on unicorns. Or maybe we're not joking, let's go already. This is our teacher, Nagato. The laziest and most untouchable Jounin.

It seems that Hatumi laughed with jokes.. Yes, not for long. The poor guy understood that she could only hope for a barely familiar, albeit friendly-minded team..

Also that man from Ootsutsuki.

- New girl? So far we have five minutes before the exam.. Listen to Madaru, and in general help the guys. I sincerely wish you all good luck, my children.

- But we stopped believing in you a long time ago, but for the sake of appearances, thank you. We'll talk about training after..

The young man waved in his direction, and the team silently followed him..

- Good luck on the exam, bro! - Mikoto has already reminded me of herself somewhere in the distance.

- You're lucky to sleep all day, too.

The captain was clearly puzzled.

Everyone knew the main stages. Theory-practice.

But every year something changes. Generation after generation is gaining experience faster.

"It will be a miracle if we don't come face to face with Tsukiko. With a sister against one, even younger, it's not so scary. What does he care about these weights, fluff.. Only the devil knows what will be used"

The door to the office slammed shut. No luck.

" Aand... None of mine are in the audience. Cool. Well, I'll hold my fists for the girls.. Wait."

Calm as a stone, Ootsutsuki was sitting at the desk right in front of him.

Yes, of course he is, with weights and notorious light purple eyes.

"The rest of us would know how unlucky we are. They were all waiting for the horned one.."

Despite everything, Madara nodded affably. And in response to him..

Here is the form with seven tasks. Nothing complicated, since no one needs to help in any way.

The infamous seventh task..

"Name the third largest village formed from the warring clans of several of the strongest families by Hashirama Senju"

"Aha, and the fact that Madara Uchiha participated there, for some reason everyone forgot. After all, thanks to their union, the village appeared.."

"Konoha"

The young man is already getting up from his seat, holding a piece of paper with written answers right behind his back, as if not noticing it. Sighs of relief are heard..

As it turned out, he wasn't the first. Several teams have already left.. And Hatumi.

- Are you done yet? Fine, I wanted to talk to at least someone.. With you - the best option.

The girl smiled back.

- Really? It's beautiful. Have you been approached by chance with a scroll?

- But I'm not the captain.. And so.. What do you do outside of school?

- I like to cook. It's my hobby, if that's what you mean. Madara shrugged his shoulders. - It's also cool to study, but not always. Heey, team six is here!

One of the organizing team approached them, handing out a scroll.

- The scroll must be saved. In case of loss - disqualification of the team.

- Rules?

- Survive. We wish you good luck!

The man took the scroll, immediately handing it to Hatumi.

- Unlike Ari, you don't have brute force to defend yourself. But you can anticipate attacks and warn. Yes, where is she...

Obviously, the captain was looking for her. The girl has no abilities..

Finally, the redhead showed up. So did Ootsutsuki along with her..

- We have another problem.

- Which one?

- Let's just say.. A stronger representative of the Hugo clan. He doesn't have a team, but he's worth three, believe me.. You can't let him in. If you notice, run. - Madara waved his hand to the other girl so that she could find them faster.

And so, a quick reservation of an uncomplicated plan. Who protects whom, what to do in an emergency.

-..The main thing is not to let the enemy get too close, but also not to lose sight. Do you understand everything?

The girls nodded to him. And the three of them headed towards the unknown..

- Where is your team?

- I don't need it.

The blue-haired man took the scroll one of the last, immediately in a couple of movements finding himself in the middle of the thicket ..

..The sixth team moved at some distance from each other.

[ryker-writes]

Changing the tables, what’s the flowers for Jaxon?

hehehehehehe I'm glad you asked! The flowers for Jaxon kinda go over a span over his time at NRC from the beginning to the future! And maybe even tease some of the events to come...

Ryker's flower garden event

I would give Jaxon...

A petunia!

Though the meaning has changed over time, petunias mean anger and resentment. Not many flowers mean anger, but it fits Jaxon well. The flower was connected to anger because of Queen Victoria's sudden outburst, and in that sense it fits how Jaxon used to be very well. It also symbolizes how he feels about Crowley.

A white rose!

This flower means secrecy and silence! Jaxon isn't the talkative type, we know that. He's pretty quiet most of the time and doesn't do small talk much. He keeps everything to himself, and keeps a lot of his secrets hidden from everyone. For example, the truth about what happened the day he beat up the Heartslabyul student. No one really knows what happened except for him.

A monkshood!

Also known as wolfsbane, the monkshood means beware and a deadly foe is near. I chose this in reference to his unique magic and how he's seen by most of the students. Most are afraid of him and think he's dangerous, so they avoid him. His magic only amplifies this in other students and even himself.

A purple hyacinth!

One of the flowers that has a different meaning depending on the color. The purple hyacinth means sorrow. Jaxon feels a lot of guilt about what happened in the past and how he still can't seem to change his ways. Despite his efforts, students still avoid him and treat him like he's evil. Jaxon is stuck to drown in his sorrows, and new revelations only adds to his sorrow.

A peony!

A flower that means shame. After new information is revealed, Jaxon feels intense shame for, well everything. He regrets his actions and feels intense shame for all the fights he's been in and his issues with anger.

A hydrangea!

Hydrangeas mean thank you for understanding! Sometimes all it takes for things to turn around, is for one person to truly understand. When someone finally does understand, Jaxon is given another chance. It's a chance he refuses to let go to waste, and he doesn't have the words to express how grateful he is.

A iris!

One of the meanings for this flower is your friendship means so much to me! When Jaxon makes new friends, things start to get better. Those friendships he makes are ones that he truly treasures. He won't let anything or anyone hurt those friends of his. He never had many friends in the past, so he's extremely grateful to the friends he's made.

A red rose!

One of the most famous flowers out there and the most commonly known meaning: I love you. Over time, Jaxon begins to fall in love with someone. Love is a feeling he's not super familiar with, but he manages to figure it out. Even Jaxon discovers that love is such a beautiful thing.

A red tulip!

One of the meanings for a red tulip is believe me. When bad feelings come back from the past, it can be tough. But Jaxon isn't alone this time. There's just one final person he needs to connect with.

A lily of the valley!

The lily of the valley means return to happiness. With everything coming together in his life, Jaxon is feeling better than ever. He's got people who care about him, and his past has been settled. Jaxon can feel happy once more.

I may have gone overboard with this lmao but it's fine. A sneak peek at things to come hehehehe

Thank you for asking for this like this was so fun

[definesanity]

Trust Amongst The Exiles of Teyvat.

VEC (Very Exquisite Chocolate): @chocoenvy

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It was past noon when your feet began to hurt from walking so much.

You didn't understand it: you looked like a God that you never heard of before, and you somehow managed to get to Genshin Impact as well.

You've read the Isekai stories like My Next Life as a Villainess, of course, but in those stories they're protagonists, not antagonists.

And, well... let's just say you've never thought you'd see Amber with such hate in her expression.

"What to do, what to do..." you mused to yourself, walking absentmindedly away from Mondstadt. You thought you saw a Domain to your right, but you could've been wrong--

'Eh?'

Standing a few feet away from you was another person. They bore an assortment of bandages on them, encasing them akin to a mummy, along with unkempt green hair and dark purple eyes. They also looked at you with a wary look in said eyes.

...You remember a certain someone having purple eyes, but who's this? You know you've seen them before, but from where is the question.

In the end, you walked up to them and said, "Hi, nice to meet you!" just as they said, "The hell do you want, creep?"

You both stopped and looked at each other, blinking.

...Then, you let out a wheeze, which eventually led to you bending over in laughter. At this point, you'd take anything to laugh for a minute or two, even at the current dichotomy.

The bandaged person was looking at you with a quizzically-confused expression and, as you started to stop, decided to ask the important question: "Are... you okay?"

You let out a final laugh, wiping a tear away from your eye. "Sorry, I really needed a laugh, that's all. I'm also sory if I creeped you out, it's just you remind of someone I know."

They nodded slowly, albeit still suspicious: you did, after all, say they looked familiar, and that already set off alarm bells... and yet, your expression and laugh were both genuine, and had no I'll intent. In the end, they said, "Well, if you're trying to reach Mondstadt, you're going the wrong way."

"Exactly: I need to get myself far away from there as possible."

That caught their attention. "Why's that?" they asked, before cringing at themselves. "Er, I mean--"

You waved them off, a small, bitter smile on your face. "Well, for one reason or the other, they really don't like the fact I'm, I quote, 'wearing the face of Their Grace'. Trust me when I say I have no clue what they mean." you added that last bit on hastily.

The green-haired Sumeruin (you think? Her clothing looks like the NPCs, anyway--) looked at you with narrowed eyes, nodding. "Well, you do look like them, but hey, doesn't that bard look like Barbados?"

"Exactly!" You reply in exasperation, before pinching your nose, sighing to calm yourself. "Anyways; sorry if I'm annoying you, I... just haven't had the chance to talk to someone. Well, civilly, anyways." you laugh to yourself.

"...It's..." they looked around, trying to think of what to say. "...Been some time since I last spoke to someone, too."

"Really? I guess that makes two of us.* you then wave your hand. "Still, better than trying to talk with the Fatui, I guess."

The scoffed at you, looking offended. "What, you're saying that you like those lot?"

"What? No! I mean, for god's sake, I'm trying trying to go about my day when all of a sudden I hear 'PaY yOUr DuES!'" you mock, throwing your hands up. "Honestly, it gets so annoying!"

The Sumeruin looked at you for a few seconds... before letting out a small giggle.

"Well, if anything, I'm glad to meet someone I can talk shit about the Fatui about." they then put a hand forwards. "I'll admit that I'm putting a lot in the table trusting someone, but... well, anyone hating the Fatui so openly is something that I respect. If I may, what's your name? Mine is..." they paused again, before shrugging. "Eh, it'll be fine; Collei."

You nodded, smiling, and shook Collei's hand as well. "Nice to meet you, Collei! My name is--"

"Well, I'll be..."

You whipped around in a panic, ready to run--

But them froze at a familiar figure: dark purple eyes that became paler further down, pure-white hair, and an unimaginable amount of flare encasing his tall, effeminate figure, with a masked... assassin(?) at his side.

"No way..." you say softly, ignoring Collei's confused stare, and instead spoke his name: "Loux?"

He laughed warmly at that. "Now there's a name I missed: nah, I go by Phillip nowadays, and you..."

He laughed again, walking forwards. "Well, you're certainly someone I haven't seen for a couple of millennias."

You went quiet again, before Collei asked, "I'm sorry, who?"

[starshiningsirius]

Attention seeker (Yandere Vil x reader)

The beautiful Queen's birthday, now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go pull for his card.

Edit: I have failed and my disappointment is immeasurable. There's always Ruggie then.

A new first year to Pomifore who doesn't look like a potato face in Vil's eyes is rare. Something about her screams perfection and beauty in every way.

He never hears her talk much but she does as she's told. Her grades are always 100 marks never below that number. It amazed him how she didn't wear makeup but still looked like an angel sent down from above. When the freshmen were taught etiquette, she had no trouble at all.

What confused him the most was that she never mentioned anything regarding his beauty. Like maybe he had gotten some new makeup and graciously flaunted it to the whole dorm. She happened to be sitting in the dorm lounge and didn't bat an eye toward him, everyone else was mesmerised by his beauty except her.

Rook had to comment on his idol's sudden interest with the female.

"Roi de poison, you seem to be very interested in that freshman. She does seem like she's got something special to her doesn't she?"

"Yes, find out what you can about her." Vil was busy putting on his makeup but Rook noticed how his tone had shifted ever so slightly.

"As you wish Roi de Poison."

Rook only did as he was told though with an underlying excitement to it. It was for Vil after all and he could tell that this would go well in his twisted mind.

When Rook arrived back again, he had a surplus of info on her. From her favorite color to her daily routine. Vil noted everything he said to him about her.

She would cook for herself in the dorm's kitchen every morning for both lunch and breakfast. She never visits the cafeteria and always eats something healthy complimenting her physique. She even follows the facial routine Vil told everyone to do. When he mentions that she tutors Epel and she only spends time with him that immediately makes Vil's face turn into a frown.

He orders Rook to go and get Epel before he could even let him finish his findings. When he does come back with him Vil puts on a calm facade to mask his overwhelming envy toward the boy. He pretty much interrogates him seeing as Epel has no other choice he answers honestly.

Epel knows that charming smile on his dorm leader's face. He knew what happens when someone angers him. He could still feel the sting that had implanted itself in his memory after the blonde had slapped him for something minor.

All his questions pertained to his childhood friend. From her personality to what he knew about her that Rook didn't say to him already. He took in every bit of information. It only made him fall deeper into his obsession.

Though the fact stood out that Vil had fallen for a country bumpkin, he couldn't care less.

He just had to get her attention, after all.

* * *

"Vil senpai, is there something you need of me?"

He was outside her room door, one would say he was absolutely giddy at his plan he had concocted. Seeing her up close was even more exciting since he could take in every detail more than the pictures Rook had took of her.

"Seeing as you work so hard, I'm offering you a chance no one else gets you get to be my new makeup model! I need someone with your beauty almost as radiant as my own to test out some new makeup I ordered! I know this is such a gracious offer, so tomorrow at three after class meet me-"

"Excuse me, Vil senpai but I have to decline, it would be a waste of my time as well as yours. I ever so deeply apologize for wasting your time but I have to studying to do. Farewell." She shut the door softly leaving Vil shocked seeing as he was denied and put off to side like something to be forgotten.

That shock soon faded into pure rage. He was just denied with an opportunity as good as what he offered she could've become the talk of all social media with just one picture on his magicam page. Now that he thinks about it though, he didn't want that. All of your attention would be held up by strangers, your beauty would be flaunted off for the world to see. He's glad you denied before it could ever reach that point.

He still wanted your attention though. No, at this point he needed it. To just be forgotten just like when he plays the villain is not something he's fond of.

* * *

Y/n had been nervous as she felt like Rook had been following her for a few days and even though it had stopped altogether, she still couldn't help but be weary of her surroundings. Her vice dorm leader was always strange but it led to the question why was she the target of his interest now?

Vil had gained some strange interest in her as well and it made no sense as to why. She wasn't that special, certainly not at all in her standards. But at the present moment she didn't have the time to worry about that.

She had to go meet Epel again to tutor him in potions in the lab. They both grew up in the Village of Harvest together so they look after one another of course being good friends. Epel knows Y/n's reseved nature as well as how hardworking she is. She admires his determination just as he admires how she sees him for who he is which is thankfully not a girl. That's how the two have always been and now they both went to the same school.

She'd usually eat her lunch there before starting to mix any potions as to not accidentally mess up anything so she took a seat in the nearest chair that wasn't the teacher's desk and started eating.

Zucchini linguine was on the menu for today eating it slow with a fork not once making any slurping sounds. She noted that their was a slight difference in taste than what she was used too, considering she had made this before time and time again.

After awhile of waiting and already finishing her food she noticed that Epel hadn't arrived yet and usually he'd text if he were to be late. She found it strange, but something temporarily took her mind off it.

Her mind started to grow hazy and her eyes were growing blurry. Soon enough her body started to sway and the fork that was placed in the open container on her lap fell to the floor. Before she knew it she fell right with it feeling so dizzy all of a sudden. Her mind could process hearing for just a second, it sounded like the door.

Whispering quiet pleas was all she could do hoping it was Epel that could help him. She only saw a glimpse of purple robes, possibly nail polished fingers, and heard a few words as well as a pair of heels clicking against the floor before her mind completely shut off.

"You will give me your attention, even if I have to take you away."

* * *

Golden chains glittering, moved along with the captive that was awoken with a start.

The velvet sheets that had been neatly placed on her shifted as the chains rattled. She felt her wrists feeling the cold smooth metal on them. She immediately panicked even though she was usually calm and collected her mind just couldn't comprehend the situation. Never had she experienced anything similar to this.

She examined the walls and noticed that she was in Pomeifore, the elegant wallpaper had clued in on it. There was a dresser and a vanity next to it with all sorts of makeup neatly organized. It all looked so expensive just like the gold chains. The dread in her body had multiplied when she realized who it could be.

The room was much more luxurious then her own room. It could only be one person.

Vil Schoenheit.

As if on cue he walked in, with his manicured nails, crown on his head, and purple tipped locks accompanied by blonde roots. It only made him even more ecstatic to see her finally pay attention to him. He walked closer to her seeing her watch his every move for the first time since probably the day of the opening ceremony where he lectured the first years on Pomeifore etiquette.

When he finally reached her he lifted her chin and made her look him in the eyes.

"I want all of your attention to be on me my dear. I don't mind keeping you here to get it."

Masterlist

[digimonghostgame]

𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊 💭💀

Holograms, a new technology. In the near future, paranormal phenomena frequently occur. Humans began to refer to them as...Hologram Ghosts.

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕿𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖗,

It's been a while, hasn't it? We haven't had a single instance of Hologram Ghost activity since that encounter with Archnemon. It felt really good to kill someone as remorseless as her. 😈 I hope I get a chance to delete another Digimon again soon...I've been keeping score actually. My kill count is 2! 💪 I'm coming for your record Michael Myers. *ahem* Where was I? Oh, that's right. Things have been radio silent ever since that day, but I was certain that we hadn't seen the last of Digimon ending up in the human world. It turns out I was right, as something truly horrifying happened to Ruli and Kiyoshiro while visiting a local park full of cherry blossom trees. Finally, some action! Unfortunately, Hiro and I weren't there to see said action unfold. We went to a phone repair store for an "exciting" day of smartphone surgery, which left us blissfully unaware of their dire situation. The store was also close to the phone shop I stole my phone from a few weeks ago, so the risk of me getting recognized, even as Gammamon, was there. Curse my luck. 😒

What's even worse is we were only there because a certain Child level evolution of mine couldn't control himself. I just haaaad to make Hiro's phone my personal chew toy, didn't I? My biting habits as Gammamon have gotten out of control. Hiro has resorted to bribing me with chocolate as a reward for not biting things, it's gotten that bad. Why am I such a sucker for chocolate? And for that matter, why do I behave the way I do as Gammamon?...I'm really glad that I inexplicably become Gulus Gammamon at night these days. It gives me some much needed reprieve from those childish antics and other nonsense. 🙄 So yeah, we missed out on all the fun today thanks to that. We only got the word that those two were in trouble once Hiro's phone was working again and he saw a mountain of texts from Kiyoshiro. Bakumon flew out of his phone unexpectedly while we skimmed through Kiyo's texts, which startled us a bit! The messages looked serious, but given how far we were from the cherry blossom park, Bakumon offered to go there in place of us by traveling through a reply sent to Kiyo's phone. There was no way Hiro or I would make it to the park in time to help those two, so we took Bakumon up on his offer.

It wasn't until we got back to Hiro's dorm room that Kiyo and Ruli filled us in on everything that happened. Ruli and Angoramon took a trip to a nearby park to look at some cherry blossom trees. Ruli saw photos of these trees on social media a year ago and wanted to see them in person. Jellymon had the bright idea of messing up the flow of wealth again by starting up a "sleep tour" buisness at the park, where customers would come to experience a relaxing deep slumber under the cherry blossom branches. I'll admit, it's not a terrible sounding idea, but what made it sketchy was the fact that Jellymon was using bubbles from a Digimon called Pillomon, which, when touching someone, would send the person to sleep instantly and into a happy dream. She even had Kiyo playing pretend as a "sleep expert", with a lab coat and everything, to help sell her service. She's lucky this plan of exploiting Digimon for profit fell apart, Majiramon could have easily gotten involved. You'd think she wouldn't have forgotten about him, given what happened after the last money making stunt she pulled.

Was she really that lucky though? She didn't notice Pillomon having a nightmare, which Kiyo explained to us. Apparently his bubbles went from clear colored to an evil looking shade of dark purple. (If only I was there to see it...*sigh* 😔 I'm quite a fan of evil colors.) As one could guess, nightmare inducing bubbles were the result. Jellymon didn't notice this until several people had woken up from these nightmares; angry, frightened and sporting injuries they received during their dreams. Unfortunately, this realization was not made before Ruli and Angoramon were put to sleep! Jellymon was hoping Ruli would rave about her new buisness on her social media page, Lirurun, in exchange for what should have been peaceful sleep. This was when Kiyo sent Hiro all those text messages, letting him know about the situation. Kiyo noticed afterwards that Ruli had a scrape on her hand, and Angoramon evolved into Symbare Angoramon! They were clearly in danger...Jellymon and Kiyo decided they'd hit themselves with one of Pillomon's bubbles in an attempt to enter Ruli and Angoramon's nightmare to rescue them. Here's where things got really interesting though...Kiyo and Jellymon landed into a giant purple ocean, and rising out from its depths was...

SKULL GREYMON!! Of all the days to miss out on the action, damn...according to Kiyo, he was humongous as well! I suppose since anything is possible in a dream, Skull Greymon took full advantage of it! He kept uttering "Rot and decay", over and over, a clear reflection of the process that led to his skeletal body. Kiyo and Jellymon fled the area, with Ruli and Symbare Angoramon doing the same from where they were located in this nightmare. Kiyo noticed Symbare Angoramon in the distance running from another Skull Greymon (!!) and the four of them all ran to meet up with each other. All of a sudden, in a burst of white light, they found themselves back at a cherry blossom tree on a floating island. Symbare Angoramon explained this was the beginning of some sort of loop they were stuck in. If they got too far away from Skull Greymon, they would end up teleporting back here in an endless cycle. Not only that, but Kiyo informed Ruli and Symbare Angoramon that this was a dream, and that their injuries carried over into the real world! Thus, by extension, if they died in the dream, they'd die in real life too!! Right on cue, Skull Greymon rose up behind them after this discussion, and the four of them fled once more, together.

Symbare Angoramon put two and two together while everyone was fleeing, and figured out the nightmare they were in was Pillomon's. If they could somehow wake Pillomon up, they would escape this nightmare. Jellymon thought defeating Skull Greymon would do the trick, and the team readied themselves for the challenge. Jellymon evolved into Tesla Jellymon, and along with Symbare Angoramon, a combination of Breakin' Stream and Punischöne was thrown at Skull Greymon! Unfortunately, the attack was so ineffective that it made Skull Greymon even bigger than he already was, this time towering to the heavens!! Kiyo scurried away with a full sprint, leading the others to run after him so he wouldn't be teleported somewhere where he'd be by himself, which led to everyone being sent into a loop that threw them into the ocean...Kiyo sunk to the bottom while everyone else swam up, as Skull Greymon returned once more, right in front of Kiyo!! He wasn't afraid this time though, as he had made a stunning realization that would give him the strength he needed to overcome Skull Greymon...everyone in this nightmare was in a dream, and they were fully aware that they were in a dream...this could only mean one thing...

It was a lucid dream!! Kiyo began to use this to his advantage, lifting his bandaged hand up high and parting the ocean like Moses!! The power of lucid dreaming gave him full control of the dream world around him!! Man, I cannot believe I missed this...I'm as salty as that ocean about it! 😤 Anyways, if you thought that was wild, Symbare Angoramon cloned himself half a dozen times and shot six simultaneous Jives and Breakin' Streams into Skull Greymon!! And if THAT wasn't enough, Tesla Jellymon grew to the size of a kaiju and made Skull Greymon look like a pipsqueak!! She wound up a punch so hard it cracked his skull, and unleashed a Vorsprite so powerful that it blew him to pieces!!! With Skull Greymon defeated, it was time to wake Pillomon up. Bakumon arrived at this time after rescuing everyone else from Pillomon's nightmare, ready to help Ruli and Kiyo escape. Things seemed to be drawing to a close, when all of a sudden, Skull Greymon started reviving himself!! "Rot and decay", he uttered once more!! Everyone began shouting at Pillomon to wake up, which thankfully did the trick, waking everyone trapped in his nightmare from their slumber...

It wasn't much of a day for me and Hiro, but it sure was one for the rest of the gang. Bakumon was there too, I wish I could have been there with him. Maybe I'll be around for the next Hologram Ghost encounter...I hope I get to kill some Digimon again soon... 😈 I can't wait for the day I'm finally free again. Once Hokuto's plan falls into place, I will be. It'll be like Pillomon's nightmare, only real!! And I'll be there in place of Skull Greymon!! Mwahahaha!! *ahem* I, uh...I better wrap this up. The night is still young...there's a lot I could do before returning to Hiro's dorm...things neither Hiro nor Gammamon need to know about...perhaps I could...kill again afterall...broaden my potential prey beyond Digimon, something that coward Sealsdramon never dared to try...I think I could get away with it...I'll stir up some Hologram Ghost activity on some unlucky fools wandering the streets tonight...that sounds delightfully devilish! I'll see you all again soon...but be careful...watch your backs out there...you never know...I might be just around the corner...hahahaha! 😈

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞, 𝕲𝖚𝖑𝖚𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓

[wornoutmouse]

@midoriyaprofessionalslut

I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

 If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff. 

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?" 

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing. 

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

 The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging. 

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat. 

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went  "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that.  Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way." 

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room. 

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening. 

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge. 

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l  rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants. 

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.” 

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch. 

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!" 

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot,  "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways. 

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good.  The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes.  Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard.  "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that." 

He bowed his head and rested on your back,  kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass  before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed. 

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out. 

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read. 

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow 

[comfort-questing]

night and death and the rain are given (p3)

first, second

In the thin silver light of early dawn, Moco and the doctor from Mondstat finally arrived.

Diluc hadn't slept more than a quarter hour at a stretch that night, if as much; his head ached and his eyes were a heavy burning pain in his tear-stained face. He came aware of how wretched he felt now and again, as he sat by Kaeya on the bed, but paid it no more mind than he was forced to by his exhausted body.

He was glad for the daylight, although it brought little enough change or mercy for Kaeya, tossing and turning amid the tangle of blood-spattered covers, shivering in his fever. Adelinde had been trying to give him water without particular success, and eventually stopped for fear of choking him by accident.

"Master Diluc, I'm sorry to hear about Captain Kaeya," the doctor said, nodding to him from the doorway.

Diluc searched for his name, haplessly. He knew he'd seen him at the Angel's Share before - Clarence, or something like that, wasn't it? He didn't chance it, but only nodded and said something inane and polite in response.

Conscious or not, Kaeya fought back as they tended to him again, Diluc and Adelinde doing their best to keep him still as the doctor checked and cleaned his wounds and re-bandaged them. The cleaning part involved more small precise knives than Adelinde's had the night before; Diluc tried not to watch too closely.

"These wounds are at least two or three days old," the doctor said. "And made with a weapon I haven't seen before... I assume he was out on some business for the Knights? I'll be sure to pass along the report to the Acting Grand Master on his behalf."

"I assume so," Diluc had to say. "And yes. Please... tell Jean."

Jean was likely stuck behind her prison-stack of documents on a busy desk today, unless she'd hobbled out on the streets with her cane to oversee the affairs of the day personally. The last time he'd seen her she was still moving slower than usual - though two months after a badly broken leg, that wasn't surprising.

The doctor nodded, something like sympathy waking in his kind intent face as he met Diluc's gaze. "Of course. I'll make sure she hears of it, sir."

He left them shortly after, with several vials of salve and medicine to use, and instructions to watch Kaeya closely. "The cauterization stopped the worst of the bleeding, thankfully. But his fever is high enough that the infection may have crossed into his blood already. Keep him warm, keep him calm. Make sure he drinks water, and broth or soup if you can get it into him, to keep his strength up."

Numbly, Diluc heard himself ask: "Will he live, sir?"

His sleep-hazed mind caught up to him a moment later, and he was cursing himself for asking it, even before he'd watched the doctor's and Adelinde's faces grow quiet and grave across the bed.

The doctor didn't speak for an instant, as if gathering his response together. (Probably he was used to questions like that, and thought they were ridiculous - Diluc thought, ruefully. He certainly would if he were a doctor.)

"With good care and the blessing of the Archons, I hope so."

Adelinde hurried the doctor out of the room after that.

*

Diluc slept after, though he hadn't meant to. But by that time his body had given up asking and started demanding without permission. So he huddled face-first into the bedcover, one arm laid over Kaeya's restless body, now and again to wake startled as his foster-brother stirred or cried out.

He dreamed of rain and of lightning, and purple light that was neither lightning nor sun nor fire, and his own hands blackened with blood and shadows - not enough to save anyone, whatever he'd told himself.

Never enough to save anyone.

And in the sickened moments when he awoke between dreams, Kaeya's sweat-soaked face crammed into the gap between his chin and chest, he couldn't remember why he had ever thought he was enough.

What was the use of this Darknight Hero game, if it couldn't even save his lost little brother? If the world of Teyvat still faltered between the stars and the Abyss as always?

Winds of mercy, Archons beyond the skies, don't take him yet.

*

..."Master Diluc's in here with him now, ma'am."

Adelinde's voice in the hall woke him that time, plucking him from some foul half-remembered nightmare. Kaeya curled up in the covers next to him, teeth chattering, muttering some desperate nonsense into the pillow. Noon light stood brilliant outside the window, and footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Diluc struggled back to consciousness in a frantic leap of determination, sitting up, raking the messy curls of his hair off his face and gathering them behind his neck as the door opened.

White, gold, green and dark blue. The rap of boot-heels and a quick cane. Diluc rubbed his eyes, wondering if he were still dreaming - but he'd not dreamed so kindly for a long while.

"Diluc, sir!"

"Jean," he said, his voice hoarser than he'd expected. "Jean, I didn't think - "

"Of course we came," cried Barbara, slipping past Jean in the doorway. "Doctor Clancy - "

Clancy. That was the name.

" - said that Kaeya was here and was badly hurt." She paused for a fleeting instant, hands upraised, her eyes widening as she looked down at Kaeya. "What happened to him?"

"Knife wounds, two or three days ago by the doctor's guess."

Jean still hadn't moved, her gaze flicking from Kaeya's face to Diluc's, her jaw set tightly. Finally she spoke, and her voice was carefully measured and distant. "He was in Liyue. For us. For - for me. A Treasure Seeker crew had taken - some things they shouldn't have had, and he was to - attend to them." Her knuckles whitened on the top of her cane, and Diluc could see her hand shaking. "I'm sorry."

"Of course. I'm sorry, too." The bitterness was too appealing to keep back, even though he knew it was poison in the end. "And what tale will the Knights tell of it? I suppose there's nothing stopping you from holding a funeral with full honors, this time. Unless this mission was another matter the city isn't ready to hear of."

For an instant Jean's eyes narrowed, but she passed a hand over her face and the anger went with it.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I am truly sorry."

Next to him, Barbara was humming a song under her breath, brushing Kaeya's forehead with a Hydro-dampened hand. A faint halo of prism colors hung around her, casting fey light on their faces.

Diluc watched anxiously, holding his breath, hoping for any change, but Kaeya only whimpered and pulled away from her hand, shivering.

"Shhh," Barbara murmured, gently. "It'll be all right."

Somehow it didn't seem as stupid when Barbara said it. Maybe she'd had more practice in making it sound true.

"May I come in, Diluc?" Jean was still in the doorway, waiting, leaning on her cane ever so slightly to shift weight off her leg. "If you would have me come in. If you wouldn't, I - I would understand."

When she said it so, he knew that it would be pride to refuse, pride and spite and hatefulness only. And she loved Kaeya too, and possibly had done so better than he'd done, these last years. He couldn't say no and, suddenly, he realized he didn't even wish to.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, come in."

He got to his feet stiffly and went to topple a stack of books off his chair by the window, to give her a place to sit down. She clasped his hand quickly with hers as she passed by him, as if in wordless thanks. Barbara had already clambered onto the other side of the bed, her mouth tugged tight in concentration as the soft cool smell of Hydro filled the room.

And for the first time since the nightmare had started, Diluc felt something almost like hope.

[orangeyougladitsbondage]

Our first scene...

I had met her through some friends and we hit it off instantly. She was so beautiful and I couldn't help but get lost in her eyes as we talked. This talking led to an exchange of phone numbers and the first text from her later that night. The text was nothing special just a simple "Hi this is Megan, really glad to have met you today". I responded that I was glad to have met her too and then we fell into a rhythm of talking via text every few days.

Then one night that texting turned into a phone call and a sly joke about being tied up with work led to an interesting conversation. Megan told me she had always had an interest in kink but was always scared to bring it up with her previous partners. I told her I had slight experience being a Dom but that I was a switch meaning I play both sides of the dynamic. Megan seemed extremely curious and we decided to do a dinner date that Friday.

That day seemed to take forever, I mean don't they always? You get excited for something and then it seems the thing before that event takes forever? You could just sit there and stare at the clock but that just makes time freeze. So I tried to focus on work but it was harder than it should've been to do so. But finally it was time to leave work and I rushed home to get ready.

A quick shower to freshen up, brushing my teeth and then picking out what to wear. I decided on a nice button up with a vest, not too fancy but also not under dressed. My phone went off it was Megan "Hope you aren't planning to skip out on our date now, not gonna get cold feet with it being only an hour away are you?". I responded "Definitely not a chance of that happening, see you soon".

The ride to the restaurant I just played some music that keeps me calm. Dating with anxiety can be hard because the anxiety triggers my overthinking and only leads to bad things. Well not exactly bad things it just leads to me overthinking how things could play out and being scared to do them. So I played a Playlist I made that keeps those thoughts at bay. And before I knew it I had arrived at the restaurant. Now the one thing I've learned is it's always best to be early even if your date isn't just shows what you are there for is important.

Time again slowed as I waited for Megan to arrive. Car after car pulling in and the thoughts of did she get cold feet begin to sink in. Overthinking sucks so much I wish I could get rid of that part of me but alas I can not. Finally I see her walking towards me and it must've put a doofy smile on my face because she just laughed and said "what?". I just said "I am glad you made it" as I opened the door to the restaurant and followed Megan inside. I told the maitre d the name on the reservation for two and they sat us at our table.

A drink and some food later and the conversation finely made its way to kink. I asked Megan what her interests were. She admitted she really liked the bondage aspect, seeing people helpless but smiling. She also really liked the different gags but she had never tried any. I asked Megan if she had any experience with impact play and she told me she had been spanked before but not much else but that she would love to try more. I asked if she had any experience with being submissive or dominant in her past relationships. Megan stated she always seemed to take the submissive role in her eyes but that both roles interest her.

The conversation went back to normal from there just talking about our days and plans for the coming week. The check came and I paid for the meal while Megan covered the tip. I walked her to her car and wished her a safe drive home and I left smiling the entire walk to my car. But that was where our conversation stopped until later that week anyway. Wednesday I get a text that says "so I really enjoyed dinner and our talk and I'd like to explore things further with you".

Now this had me blushing at work do I asked when Megan had free time and we could set something up. Megan told me her weekend was free and I asked about her Friday night. She was free so we decided we would do another date Friday night and if she still wanted to she could follow me home and we could have a scene. But before we do that we had to discuss limits and how we wanted to scene to play out.

So via text we discussed how Megan would like our scene to play out. She said she would like to be bound and I told her I had some cuffs that can help with that as well as some hooks in the ceiling that they can be attached to. She also stated she would like to try some impact play but nothing too crazy this time. I said never anything too crazy your limits determine what we do and how long we do it. I asked if she wanted to try using a gag and she quickly replied yes and I said ok and listed the options I had.

I have a ball gag, a ring gag, bondage tape and well a clothes pin. Megan decided on the ball gag which is always a lovely choice in my opinion but you'll hear more on why soon enough. And then we discussed safewords and signals for when she was gagged. The safewords chosen were the traditional red, yellow, green and for the signal we went with her opening and closing her fist multiple times. I advised we would do a test run before we got into the scene just to make sure we were both on the same page.

The next two days of work went by like a snail and I don't think that is at all surprising. But as the time began to tick down Friday the excitement in me built. Again I drove home and freshened up this time just wearing a button up and the drove to the restaurant for date number two with Megan. Now I know only two dates and you're thinking me and Megan are about to have sex. And to some that may be the point of bondage or bdsm sure but not to me. And if you think back no where in our scene discussion was sex mentioned so that was not on the table for me at all.

So I arrived at the restaurant and this time me being dressed down a bit but Megan did not. Megan arrived in a lovely purple dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. My gosh I couldn't help but freeze as she got closer and just take in the beauty in front of me. All I could say was wow as I opened the door and followed her in. We ate and as we did I made sure to tell Megan not to rush herself we have all night ahead of us and rushing to eat won't help. I know this from experience as rushing to eat absolutely ruined a scene in which I was the submissive. Take your time let your food settle and don't worry about time I said and smiled.

I think this helped Megan relax as she slowed down and we just had a wonderful dinner and chat. One of those chats about nothing in particular but both parties enjoyed it. I couldn't believe that I was lucky enough to get a second date with her let alone the honor that would be her submission later that night. On this night no drinks were had by me I just wanted a clear head for the nights events which I think is important when I lead a scene. So finally the check came and I asked Megan if she was sure about how she wanted this night to go.

Megan smiled and said I'm very sure and she grabbed the check and quickly handed it back to the waiter with her card. Now that is a simple move but oh I definitely took it as a power move by her. She just had this smirk afterwards that drove me wild. I left the tip and said alright you can either follow me to my place or we can come pick up your car tomorrow your choice. She then decided to follow me home and I thought to myself as the drive began how lucky I was.

The drive felt like forever but it was only maybe 20mins tops. When we got to my place we went over safewords and the safe signal and made sure we were on the same page. Then I brought up aftercare because this is a extremely important piece of the puzzle. I wish I had learned this in a better way but I think our bad moments teach us to be better. Knowing what the other person needs for aftercare is extremely important. And I can say based off experience I will never do another go with the flow scene again. Because it led to me not knowing what a partner needed and them not telling me what they needed but saying I failed.

Hearing from someone you cared about that you failed because you didn't have all the information. That is the worst feeling and one I was not going to repeat with Megan. So Megan being new, she wasn't sure what her aftercare needs were but we agreed on cuddles to start and we would go from there. So I went into my room bringing out cuffs, my ball gag and a length of rope I attached the rope to one of the ceiling hooks. I then sat next to Megan and had her put her hands front of and I secured to cuffs to each wrist. "Now we can do this with your lovely dress on or we can take it off, whichever makes you more comfortable" she smiled and leaned in next to my ear. And with a whisper she said "Oh I am making you take this dress off so you can see whats underneath" and with a giggle she stood in front of me and turned around.

I stood and slowly lowered the zipper on the dress. Then slowly slid the dress down her arms and then down her body. Underneath the dress she was hiding a lovely matching purple lace set. I couldnt help be admire her ass for a moment as I let my hand slide down it. "Wow, you came dressed to impress today didn't you?" I said with a smile as I spun her around after having he step out of her dress. "Well you only get to do your first bondage experience once may as well amaze you the first time right?" She quipped with a smirk.

I giggled and agreed with her as I clipped the cuffs together. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked and she confirmed that she did. I walked her over to the hook and had her turn around so I could put the ball gag in her mouth. Once the gag was in place I had her turn around and connected the rope to the cuff chain. "Well look at you all helpless and oh my already drooling" I said with a smile as I wiped up some of the drool leaking down her chin just to show her. She turned a lovely shade of red on her cheeks and I could see the smile in her eyes.

I stood there for a bit just watching her lightly struggle and test the bonds that held her. Now for me I really like gags because they lead to drool which I really enjoy for many reasons. But the other thing I really enjoy about gags is the muffled talking and moans made by the wearer. So as Megan began to struggle I enjoyed watching her slowly drool more and more and the cute little sounds she was making. Watching the drool slowly cause more and more of a shine down her chest.

I went and grabbed my flogger and then turned on the TV. "Well you seem very content there, so I'll let you go about your struggle and see what's on TV." I said and giggled. Megan tried to say you're mean but all that came out was mumbles. "Awwwww you poor thing you have to speak up if you want me to understand you." I started a random show just to make it seem like I wasn't paying attention all the while I kept watching her hands for any signal that she was done or needed to stop.

A few minutes and plenty of drool down her chin later I stop watching TV and walk over to her. "Are you doing ok?" I asked and she nodded and I asked "would you like to do some impact play with this?" As I slid the flogger over her chest. She thought about it for a moment before nodding and mumbling out a "yes please". I start with a few hits watching her to gage her reaction and making sure it's not too much. "Would you like me to do more?" I ask and she nods. This process continues for the next several minutes, me continously asking if she is ok and would like more.

I stop when her butt has the same shade of red as her cheeks did. I quip with a giggle "Awww seems your underwear isn't the only matching set you have now is it?". I untie the cuffs from the rope and then take the cuffs off of her. I then unbuckle the gag and slowly massage her jaw. "Are you ok?" I ask and she says "more than ok that was amazing". I hug her and tell her how proud I am of how she did there and that she took it all so well. I then grab a cup of water and a paper towel.

I hand Megan the cup of water as I slowly clean up the drooly mess she had on her chest. Then I grab a blanket and wrap it around her shoulders. "Would you like cuddles?" I ask and she nods a yes and I lead her to my bedroom. We lay there in my bed for about the next hour and Megan actually drifted off to sleep for about 45 minutes of it. When she awoke I grabbed her a quick snack and some more water. I told her again that I was so proud of how she handled that and asked if any of it was too much. She told me that she felt it was perfect and asked if she could stay the night as it was now 11pm.

I told her that she absolutely could stay and we sat there just talking about how the scene went. She told me that she enjoyed all of it including the impact play and would love to do more in the future. Now it was the next sentence that excited me a bit. Megan turned and smirked at me and said "maybe next time you'll be the one bound and I'll get to make your cheeks match" I began to blush unable to hide the fact that I would absolutely love that and she smiled at me and then kissed my cheek. "I will take these red cheeks as a yes to that then" she said with a smirk as I cuddled her and we both drifted off to sleep.

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Jotaro kujo x Fem! reader

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Life moves so fast. Too fast, for your liking. Maybe it's because your childhood wasn't the nicest, so you have wallowed in the sadness it brought you too much that you weren't aware of time, or the fact that you were so wrapped up in one future, you thought your life depended on nothing but academic purpose. At least then. Or maybe it's because you never realized how much you've wanted to do in your life until three years ago. You're still young, though a young adult, and you shouldn't be worried about the consequences of things you never did. Though, maybe they would affect you later on.

It's always been overwhelmingly depressing when you realize you can't relate to that flurrery feeling every one of your classmates told you about when bungee jumping or simply touching a manta ray. Never have you had the chance to visit a very famous amusement park because of how expensive it was. All of that would make you the odd one out in any friend group, which is why you never bothered to start a close friendship with someone.

However, this year was different. Let aside the fact that you missed out on all your school year's material, you experienced something far more exciting than anyone's ever had. Your mind still finds itself boggled by the sudden event. One second you're with your classmate who you knew nothing about at the time, and the next he's in jail, and you're with his grandfather trying nag get him out.

You can't even bring yourself to comprehend how you even got a grip on the whole situation, how you managed to have yourself thrown into the formula, from going to Egypt and saving Miss Holly, to fighting Dio and even almost dying with Kakyoin and Avdol who are currently in different hospitals. It all still feels so surreal.

Unconsciously, as you reminisce, your fingers brush the large scar that lays unveiled on the surface of your forearm, reaching from your wrist to your cheek, a few scabs still blanketing random edges on it. Soon, your hands found themselves reaching your currently broken and cast ankle. Your crutches lay limp on your leg. Your skin is cold, and so is the wind hitting it. For May, this is probably the longest it has taken to become warm.

"Oi, yn." You're snapped out of your daze when a certain deep voice calls out to you, a coherent tinge of worry trailing at the end of the person's greeting.

The all-familiar, stinging scent of cologne immediately assures you of who this person is. You let out a sigh, dipping your head down, eyes closed, a delightful sense of relief washing over you.

"Hey, Jojo. Thanks," you greet as you take a weak hold of the beer can your companion bought you. After a while of shuffling, both of you got your backs comfortable on the strong walls of the school's roof, taking in the cool wind as it brushes through your hair. The sun is set, but there is still a bit of sunlight left, it mixes beautifully with the soft white streetlights and spots of yellow, red and blue in the far distance which homes and billboards emit. If you focus enough, you can see a light silhouette of hills.

Jojo. Jotaro kujo. You recite that name on your tongue every night, sometimes in fear you might forget it. Some of his admirers despise you for it. For having the advantage of calling out to him whenever you want and he'd answer you, and only you. Your classmates say you're extremely lucky, like you've won a million-dollar bet for being his first and closest female friend. He's never down to open up, but from your experience, he's desperate for any type of companionship. However, the so-called advantages were never what this was all about for you. If it was, you'd know barely anything about each other, and you're glad you could become more than just classmates after the whole Egypt thing. To you, his friendship depended and revolved more around trust and means of comfort than just mainly using him for safety and assumed attention. The fact that he's truly a hard to crack shell of a man—that you somehow managed to turn into ash the moment you told him to 'get the fuck out of the jail room, you look ridiculous' —never mattered to you more than how closer you wish to get to him. Focusing in front of you again you watch the colors of the clouds merge with the dark purple of the sky. The stars are already out, and a beautiful half-moon is shining brighter than ever. You pout, disappointed of the incoming inability to see it in full display due to the sky's current cloudy state.

"Old man called me yesterday." You turned your head to Jotaro, eyes immediately locking with his. Just the simple fact that both of you go out of your ways to fully focus on each other makes your relationship all the more mutual. Jotaro, especially, he's never felt as easy with anyone as he has with you, and kakyoin, too, but he'd never say it directly to any of you . At night, when he's lost in his thought, he finds himself thinking of you. How kind you are and how you never seem to see the bad in anything despite having a bad past. He'd never admit it let alone say it with his tongue but he tries to take advantage of that kindness, in a way to make sure nothing will happen to you. He can't afford to lose anyone else. He also doesn't know if the fact that he thinks of you is more embarrassing, or the fact that he secretly wants to let his walls down in front of you one day. The thought comforts him, but, as usual, he's too meek about it, since there were many times his 'kindness' would be misunderstood as romantic intent. Well, he's doubting that, anyways, specifically with you.

"hm?" you reply, taking a sip of the refreshing drink in your hand. Your fingers wrap around each other, holding the can in a tight and secure grip. You're prone to dropping your drinks now and then, so you found this to be the most practical way of 'protecting them'. Yes, you look stupid when you end up dropping them either way. You two always get a good laugh from it, so at least there isn't any embarrassment happening.

"He was wondering if you wanted to stay with us for a couple more weeks. Mom misses you already." Jotaro exhales, smoke filling the air around you and mixing with his musky cologne to create an unbearable scent you never wanted to forget. The mention of Mr. Joestar for the third time this month makes your eyes widen. It was all for the same reason too. You lived alone for a long time now, and you've gotten very used to the lonely and eerie feeling of your dark home at night. However, of course, after meeting the Joestars, Joseph couldn't possibly leave you without pampering you so much, especially after helping with saving his precious daughter. You were grateful. You always are for what he does for you, but just enough for him to make you basically live with him is something you can't quite afford. Not money-wise, it's just that you don't have anything to give them in return, and offering your life also meant living with them. The cycle goes on.

With a grunt, you twist your form to face Jotaro, your hands pushing hard on the floor to support your frail physique.

"Jojo...I really appreciate it, but I have things to do at my house. I need to clean it, take care of the food that's been in the fridge for almost a month now. Maybe another time, but I really don't want to trouble you guys like this. You've done way too much for me already," you excuse, trying your best to scoot closer to your friend. As a final task for the day, you set yourself up on your knees and wrap your arms around the much larger man, patting him on the back a couple of times before planting a heavy peck on his forehead. "And you can stop worrying about me so much now, Joot. I'm really fine, thanks to you." A warm smile graces your lips as you speak your soft words to Jotaro, seeing his panicked eyes slowly close as he scoffs, pushing you away and hiding his rose-tinted face with the shadow of his hat.

"I'm still walking you home."

As much as you want to, you can't complain with a broken ankle. Who knows what might happen if you're too slow with walking? Over his dead body will Jotaro Kujo let anyone lay a finger on you...

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The slow crunching of pebble and dust under heavy boots and the repetitive melody of crickets in the grass is enough to get you woozy in the freezing weather of tonight. The wind started picking up a long while ago, and you fear it might get worse before you reach your home. Clouds are grey and dull as they sway in a quick pace in the blue-black sky. The vigorous rustling of trees makes your ears tingle. Your pores are open with sweat, the droplets slowly trickling down your face and quickly drying out. Your arms over your crutches, your stomach hurting from excessive contraction, your breath becomes heavy, and your chest begins to hurt. It's been well over 20 minutes since you guys have been walking, and you're starting to hate yourself for letting Jotaro deal with your snail-paced struggle on a day like this.

Without a word, you sigh, then slowly crouch down to reach the floor. However, from how your ankle is positioned, the momentum you pushed yourself down with was faster than you anticipated, and you gasp. Bracing yourself for impact, you let go of your crutches hastily, spreading your arms in front of you to prepare support. Your eyes close tightly and you clench your stomach, a second away from hitting the concrete before feeling a soft barrier holding you up. Slowly, you open your eyes again, to find none other than Jotaro, encasing you in his large, jacket-cushioned arms. Without a chance to react, you feel yourself getting pulled up, hoisted up a millimeter high and huddled in your friend's arms again only this time in a better position for him to be able to swing your legs over to the side.

"Good grief, woman. What the hell were you doing?!" At this position, you can clearly hear the growl in Jotaro's voice. Heck, his breath is right in your ear. Inevitably, you shiver, letting out a huff of air. You feel yourself blush out of embarrassment when he gives you a side eye and you prepare to find a good answer to his question.

"Sorry, I wanted to sit down a bit...I uh..wasnt expecting to...fall-"

"Whatever, just stop talking or you'll die. And you're freezing ," Jotaro interrupts, leaning down to grab your crutches, still holding onto you. His head rests on your shoulder as he bends down, his fingers curling with ease around the handles.

Still shocked from the sudden ordeal, you start shuffling in Jotaro's arms, earning a grunt from him.

"Stay still, yn, for fuck's sake!"

"I-I can still walk on my own, JoJo!"

Annoyingly, or rather, smugly, Jotaro ignores your comment, only dragging his disagreement further by hoisting you up further so your figure is tucked snuggly between his arms. This proves his previous comment of how cold you actually are, seeing as you immediately melt into his arms, eyes almost instantly closing as you sigh, taking in the comfortable warmth of the thick fabric of his clothes.

when you look back at him, you decide not to complain any more when he raises an eyebrow at you and lets out chuckle. You just stare at the fading stars, keeping the image of his rare smile in your head along your little journey.

As you space out, your eyes having no place to stay still as the clouds move endlessly, you shake your head, feeling the pain in the back of your head from how dizzy you've become. This world is too big for even eyes to bear. you let out a mall sigh, the incoming comfort quickly cut off as you gasp. A wet droplet found its way on your nose uninvited. You look at Jotaro, expecting to see his face dotted with a bit if sweat, but that wasn't the case. Another droplet, and a third, and soon you see one slip off from Jotaro's hat. Oh... Ooooh...

Oh shit.

You gasp once more, suddenly sitting up and causing Jotaro to retract his head with a grunt.

"What the hell?!"

"Jojo it's raining!"

"And..?! Jeez you overreact."

With a pout, you hit the top of your friend's head, earning a stutter from him.

"C-can you walk a bit faster..? I can't have you getting sick, " you complain, clutching onto the chain dangling from JoJo's collar as a way to nudge him into agreeing to your order.

"That's not happening, y/n just sit back down-" As if to mock him, the clouds let out a loud clap of thunder, The rain quickly picking up with the wind. As fast as this happened, you and Jotaro are now almost drenched in water. You cross your arms, looking up at Mcedgy with a smug expression on your face.

He sighs heavily, tugging the brim of his hat and letting out his famous

"Good grief..." before wrapping his jacket around you like a stolen package and trudging quickly. A few moments pass before he starts to run.

Surprisingly, your house isn't that far away anymore. You'd expect that from someone twice your height running. Currently, your friend is huffing, occasionally spitting excess water away from his mouth.

"We're here."

He stops running, just jogging his way around a building before setting you down on the floor, waiting until you regained balance to give you your crutches back. You hiss at how cold the air is, your body quickly shivering.

You quickly find your keys from your pocket before limping to your front door and opening it with a satisfying click, taking your single wet shoe off and stepping into your house, again, cringing because of how cold the floor has gotten. As you manage to trudge to pull a shawl you found hanging on a chair, you turn back to the door, facing Jotaro again.

"Thanks for walking me here JoJo. It was definitely a pain, I'm sorry," you apologize, a wide smile on your face, rubbing the back of your neck.

"It's fine," says Jojo, already lighting his third cigarette of the day and placing it between his lips.

There's a long silence between the two of you, the heavy sound of rain and occasional thunder being the only thing breaking it. Your breaths are heavy because of the weather, and you do nothing but stare at each other. It seems none of you want to turn away for some reason. both of you are worried for each other. It takes another while before any of you finally move, Jotaro shuffling off of the steps in front of your door and turning around with a small farewell.

You, knocked out of your trance, call out to him again, making him stop. Now in your garden, completely soaked, Jotaro turns his head to you. His cigarette is barely lit anymore.

"Umm...I just realized your house is too far away," you start, catching your friend's attention. He slowly walks back to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. He only hums in response.

"Uh...I just...don't want you walking all that way again, and further so why-"

"I'm not coming inside your house," Jotaro cuts you off, causing you to stutter and blink a couple of times. However, you've already made up your mind and there's no way you're turning back now.

"No, JoJo, you are, and I'm serious right now!," you protest, trying your best to sound strict as you walk to take a hold of Jotaro's arm with your free one and pulling him under the dry safety of your door. When he realized he stepped in with his shoes, he quickly retreats, pulling on his hat and looking away.

"JoJo...!"

Jeez, you're so naïve. Little do you know, Jotaro is only concerned about causing you any harm. He'd rather shrivel up and die from hypothermia than have you affected by him. But...refusing is never an option with you at this point. If anything, he doubts you won't end up following him until he's already at his own house, still trying to nag him further. He grunts, shaking his head then looking back to you.

"Jesus, fine."

Your face quickly lights up with a smile, and you drag Jotaro inside your house —with a limp—and make him take his jacket off. As much as he somewhat doesn't want to be here, Jotaro sighs in relief, shuddering at the warmth of your home.

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{2901 words}

This is just something to start writing here. I'm not sure how to feel about it but I hope you like it lol, you can imagine what happens next. this seems very random and messy, which it is but I promise I'll come back with better content lmfao.

--Poppie

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Purple Hearts || {Part 1} :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU, Disorder AU

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

Holding a bouquet of flowers you ran around the streets bumping into a few people, the bouquet so huge that you couldn't even properly see the road in front of you.

"I'm sorry!", You shouted after bumping into the fifth person, thankfully the sun has set otherwise all those people might form a communion and beat you in the middle of the road, taking a final turn, you ran even faster towards the venue.

"What took you so long?!" Someone called you from behind, siding the bouquet slightly you saw the person's face, a sarcastic smile adorning your face, "Ahh... Jackson Wang...Do you want me to slam these flowers on your head?".

"Of course not! Those flowers are looking perfect exactly where they are", He surrendered raising his hands, he examined your dress from head to toe, "You were running in a floor length dress?".

"I'm just gonna kill that Mushroom head!", You growled shoving the bouquet in Jackson's hands, "Woah, it's actually heavy, how did you even manage to carry it and run around", he praised you.

"Don't be so flattered, I've bumped into five people on my way, almost got hit by a pole three times, and even stumbled multiple times due to my heels", You huffed in annoyance.

"Life is hard I guess, I thought Yugyeom went to take the flowers?", He questioned.

"He backed off to flirt with girls, He's dead meat for sure once I find him", You said roaming your eyes in hopes for finding your good for nothing brother.

"I think I saw him around the drinks section—" That's what you needed to hear, lifting up your dress a little you walked away, "Jackson please take those flowers to my stupid friend I've to see my beloved brother, thank you...".

Standing a metre away from Yugyeom, you saw him standing in the centre with two girls surrounding him, one with blonde hair seemed to be too much immersed into the conversation or maybe into Yugyeom, she ran her well manicured nails on the fabric of his shirt. Another brunette had her arms linked with him.

A pure wave of disgust hitting you seeing your brother's not very well flirting skills, it was so clear from the body language of those girls that they wanted nothing but to get into your brother's pants.

You strode towards Yugyeom shoving the two girls, holding onto his collar harshly, "How dare you?! How dare you do this to me? To us?", You sniffed loudly, gladly the party had some loud music and busy people who weren't really paying any attention to your tantrums.

"W—What?" He stammered shocked to see you crying. The girls glared at you ready to claw your eyes out, but you faced them tears brimming in your eyes, they seemed to be taken back.

"Please don't get lured by him and his sugar coated words", You glared at him, "We dated for two years, even after being in a relationship with me he cheated on me with multiple other girls and when I told him that I was pregnant, he left me....", You sobbed hugging the blonde, "Please don't trust him, he's a player, top notch....".

"What the fuck are you saying n—", He yelled.

"See now he's mad at me because I revealed his true face....".

"Yugyeom, I'll see you later I think my mother is looking for me!", The blonde said, walking away while the brunette advised, "You shouldn't do that to a girl, she's so pretty why don't you just accept her and your baby".

"Wait!" He yelled but none of them turned back, "The fuck would you say something like that Noona!".

Wiping away your tears you scoffed, "I have every rights to do what I did I'm your elder sister, plus that's what you get for sending me to bring those flowers!".

"What?! Now because of your little revenge, I've lost the chances of actually being with someone", he grimaced staring at the girls from back. Smacking his head, you frowned, "I can't believe that you're my brother, your standard is so low. If nothing you want to date playgirls, eww Kim Yugyeom!".

"One orange juice please", Turning around you asked the bartender.

"So now we are talking about standards hm? Atleast I have guts to confess while on the other hand you don't even have the guts to confess to—", You hushed him pressing your palm to his lips, slowly shaking your head.

"Don't...Not today atleast...hm...", Your gaze turning utter soft. He nodded with a defeated sigh.

This party was thrown for no one else but your bestfriend to celebrate his success for starting his own company, and you didn't want anything to go wrong.

"Noona, Why is Jackson hyung roaming like a lost puppy with those flowers?" Yugyeom asked pointing at Jackson, his words made you choke on your drink.

Great! You forgot to tell Jackson where to actually bring that bouquet. Since those flowers holds a special place in your bestfriend's heart you had to bring it for him especially when today's such a fortunate day for him.

"You idiot those are not just flowers, those are those flowers which I asked you to bring and you ended up here to flirt with bitches", You rebuked glaring at your brother.

"Oopsie", Yugyeom giggled sipping on his cocktail bringing his free hand to catch his ears.

"I'll be back", You rushed towards Jackson grabbing the flowers from him, "Thanks Jackson, you're the best!".

Stepping inside the mansion, you climbed the stairs leading to the terrace in a hurry, You knew his mansion like the back of your hand, how can you not when you grew up playing in this place, "Damn these heels and damn the heaviness of the bouquet".

Panting heavily you managed to push open the door to the terrace, but you forgot to notice a marble piece ahead putting your foot inside you lost your balance, preparing yourself for a hard hit, you closed your eyes.

"Be careful", A pair of arms catching you few feet up from the surface, "You should see and walk, what if you get hurt?".

"Thanks for saving me again my savior", You chuckled picking the flowers from ground handing him, "And here you go with your purple roses".

"Thanks.....actually I want to show you something", He added, putting his hands on your shoulders guiding you towards a small table which was decorated with scented candles and flowers with two chairs, on four corners it had pillars with lightings, rose petals sprawled on the ground.

Your eyes lit up at the arrangement, everything looked so romantic and perfect, walking closely you inspected the entire set up, your eyes landing on a small red velvet box.

"I can't believe it that you did everything on your own, it's so beautiful!" You squealed in excitement, clapping your hands.

"I'm glad you liked it", He said, his hands shoved in his dress pants pockets, "It really took a lot in me to go this far".

Holding the velvety box, he opened it taking off a beautiful diamond ring from it, extending it towards you with a soft smile, eyeing the ring lovingly you declared, "It's so beautiful....".

"I know. Do you think Somi will like it?" He exclaimed with hopeful eyes. Holding his hands gently, you whispered "She'll love it".

"Do you think she'll say yes to me?", He smiled nervously locking eyes with you, searching for some hope.

"She'll say yes to you, trust me", You breathed, squeezing his hands lightly in a reassuring way with a gorgeous smile.

He grinned happily hugging you to his chest with his hand holding your head, your nostrils filling up with his cologne which always managed to drove you into frenzy, for a moment you didn't want him to let you go, his embrace being your safe place.

Gulping an invisible knot in your throat you pulled away from his embrace, "Look it's already 7:50....I must go... Somi might be here any moment, don't screw this up, be a man and get your girl".

You turned to leave but he held your wrist turning you over to face him again, You confusedly glanced where he was holding your hand.

"Thank you for bringing these purple roses, they're very special to me".

"I'm your bestfriend stupid, don't thank me for it".

Still with your wrist in his hands, he leaned over to pluck a purple rose from the bouquet, "Here.... to the most wonderful person in my life", he extended the rose for you to hold.

You could feel your eyes getting glossy as you stared at the rose and then at him, "Thank you", You mumbled taking the flower from his grasp.

"All the best Jinyoung".

Stumbling your way downstairs, you locked yourself inside the library, your tears finally streaming down your face, the purple rose in your hand making you sob harder.

This is it. This is where your heart ends, you finally gave the person whom you have loved all your life, your first friend, your only bestfriend, your first love and maybe the only person you'll ever love in your life, Jinyoung to someone else.

"One of us had to sacrifice and I can't see you getting heartbroken, so instead I'll give up on my love for you.... Jinyoung. Atleast one of us must get their love", You cried bringing the rose to your lips.

Part 2 | Master list |

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(A/N :- Hey!! I'm back buds with another Jinyoung FF, I hope you're all gonna like it as well. Thank you so much and I'm quite excited myself! Weeeewoooo!!)