#if you had to avert your eyes he wanted to weed you out quicker.

[edgarallen-foe]

what do you mean every one else looked after me?! what are you TALKING about?! this is all wrong!!

"everyone" didn't look after him. i looked after him, and when i couldn't, because of a head injury, or because my death was traumatic enough to kickstart an episode, i called in help. asked for favours. i owe dove a lot, in particular. i loved juno's abrasion, but it meant that when i had to call someone for help, when he wanted nothing to do with me, it was a favour to be repaid to ask someone to sit with him and let me be sure he wouldn't hurt himself.

[ladylannisterxo]

Congrats on your 1k!!! Can you do

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” For eddissy?? You have great writing!

Thank you so much and super sorry this has taken me so long!! I really appreciate your patience and I had a lot of fun writing this one!!

Pairings; Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham Prompt # 13; "If you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to a bed." Words; 1k Warnings; S M U T (18+ only), unprotected sex, implied weed smoking, technically sex while high, dirty talk, established relationship

Chrissy had dropped by unannounced, not that Eddie minded, his heart always beat a little bit quicker in her presence. She had skipped in through his front door and immediately tore the green ribbon from her strawberry blonde hair, stripped out of that sinfully tight cheer uniform, and then commandeered one of his many Hellfire Club shirts as her own. And only a Hellfire Club shirt—she had left her pink, cotton panties on full display for him. She then turned to him with a subtle tilt of her head and teasing grin and said, “Now when are we getting high, handsome?”

If Eddie didn’t love her before, he absolutely did now.

She was now laying on his couch, feet propped up along the back right next to his head as she blissfully navigated the effects of the weed he granted her. Eddie’s eyes shifted between being fixated on her blue painted toenails and the view he got underneath that shirt each time she adjusted her position. She was giving him a look though, one he couldn’t quite decipher right away—heavy, hooded eyes with a tender smile. He thought maybe she could be in the mood but then, she could also just be really high and feeling really good.

Then she grinned, wide and mischievous.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed,” he says, shooting his shot to see where it landed—is she in the mood or just really high?

“Oh yeah?”

Leaving one leg propped up on the back of the couch, she brings the other down to rest delicately in his lap, granting him a full view of exactly what he’s been trying to catch a glimpse of ever since she changed clothes.

“Christ…,” he mumbles, swallowing thickly and averting his eyes from her cunt back up to her face.

“I’m fine if you wanna fuck me here,” she admits, placing both legs in his lap and leaning up to card her fingers through his hair and press teasing kisses to his jawline. “Or you could drag me to the floor and have your way with me there… or slam me up against a wall… or pull me into the shower for a wet and wild ride.”

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, “when did you get so fucking filthy?”

“You bring it out in me,” she purrs and then softer, more vulnerable, “I feel safe being myself with you.”

Eddie kisses her then, soft and gentle to match the vulnerability of her admission. That is until she decides to deepen it by sliding her tongue against his and then it’s nothing but tongue and teeth and crackling with heat. Chrissy moves herself onto his lap and his hands immediately gravitate to her hips, holding her in place to feel the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Do you want me to take this off?” she asks, gesturing to the shirt she stole.

“Fuck no, that shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me.”

She smiles as she works to release him from the confines of his jeans. Her soft, delicate fingers wrap around his hard cock and she grants him a few languid strokes before she pushes her panties to the side and positions herself above him.

“You’re cool if we skip foreplay, yeah? I just really want to feel you inside me now.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

She sinks down onto his cock with a low groan and his head falls against the back of the couch. Resting her hands on either side of his head for stability, she starts a slow and steady pace, rising and falling onto his cock harder and harder, the impact stealing the breath from her lungs. He meets her thrust for thrust, fingers twisting in the fabric of her shirt.

“I lied,” he grunts, pulling at the hem of her shirt, “this has to come off, I want to see your tits.”

She laughs at the tail end of an elongated moan and Eddie admits only to himself that that is a sound he could definitely get used to. Pulling the fabric from his fingers, she rips it up and over her head and tosses it to the other end of the couch. She resumes her ministrations, picking up the pace and riding him relentlessly, chasing the building orgasm swirling inside of her.

Eddie’s hands fly to her chest and he leans himself forward to nip and lick and suck at the supple skin there. Chrissy tosses her head back with another moan, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him flush against her to keep him fully focused on lavishing her tits.

“Oh fuck, Eddie,” she whimpers, biting down on her lip, “‘m gonna cum, please make me cum.”

Eddie takes one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak as he lets his fingers drift down between them to rub fiercely against her clit. With a few more shuddering gasps and one last sensual moan, her orgasm rips through her, taking her even higher than the weed Eddie offered her earlier.

Once Chrissy comes back down, she captures his lips in another kiss, grinding down onto his cock to help him chase his own release. After a couple hard and deep thrusts, she can feel him tapping persistently against her thigh, the warning that he’s about to cum, and she pulls herself off of him, grasps his cock in hand and jerks him fast and rough, just the way he likes, until he’s spilling onto her hand.

“Shit,” he groans, chest heaving.

Chrissy pulls her hand away, fingers coated in his cum. Eddie grabs for the discarded Hellfire Club shirt and offers it to her but she bats it away with a shake of her head.

“No way am I turning that into a cum rag,” she chastises, “I actually like that shirt.”

“So, what then, do you wanna wipe it off on mine? I don’t mind.”

She brings her hand up in front of her face, spreading her fingers apart and watching in slight awe as his cum spreads and drips down her hand with each movement. With a tentative flick of her tongue, she brings some into her mouth and Eddie’s jaw drops.

“Hmm, not as bad as I thought it would be,” she admits.

“Keep that up and you won’t be going home tonight,” he growls.

She grants him a wicked smile. “Promise?”

[halpertstuna]

Could you do 8 and 10 on the prompt list with JJ?

A/N: i’m so sorry it took me so long to answer, i’ve been pretty occupied lately and so i didn’t really have time to write and when i did it was for ‘someone to stay’, anyway, here it is i hope you’ll like it🥺

and PLEASE don’t hesitate to send me requests, questions, messages whatever you want. i would love to make friends and mutuals on this platform plus i love feedback and would really like to hear your opinions(:

also, this turned out way longer than i intended it to be, it was supposed to be a blurb but i guess i’m just gonna turn it into a whole ass imagine cause why not

-> prompt list <-

word count: 1,899 (oops... guess i got a bit carried away)

prompts: “i’m not jealous!”, “you’re hot when you’re mad”

pairing: jj x kook!reader

warnings: a pretty heated make out sesh, jealousy?, platonic Kie, Pope and John B. oh and typos probably.

btw, i was kinda in a rush to post this so please forgive me if it’s not that good, i’m too lazy to edit this again (and this is the first time i wrote something that’s kinda smutty? i mean this isn’t really smut but you get my point. don’t know how i feel about it), anyways, if you’ve made it this far in my insanely long intro congrats! enjoy <3

-> masterlist <-

(gif credit: @anakin-skywalker )

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It’s been almost two years since you started attending the kook academy, almost two years since you became one of the pogues.

On your first day there you met a brown haired hippie chick named Kiara. The two of you had chemistry together and were paired by your teacher to be lab partners.

On your first encounter you didn’t really talk, and on the following couple of lessons it developed to only small talk and warm smiles if you saw each other in the hallway.

Kiara didn’t like kooks, even though technically she kind of was one.

Judging by the way you dressed and the people you surrounded yourself, she didn’t think you were really the type of person she’d get along with.

But when the two of you got assigned to do a project together, you instantly proved her wrong.

You met up with her at the wreck, the two of you talked about the project then yourselves and bonded almost immediately.

You revealed that you actually hated the people you usually associated with, thinking they were all fake, stuck up snobs with their heads way too far up their asses, and the only reason you hung out with them was your parents.

You turned out to be really reckless and funny which she wasn’t expecting at all, but she liked, it kind of reminded her of someone, her best friend, JJ.

She was quick to introduce you to the rest of the pogues and they welcomed you with open arms into their group. You instantly befriended them and vice versa.

Just as Kie suspected, you got along extra well with one particular blond.

The two of you had a lot in common; you were both hot headed and impulsive which often got you into trouble. You two were pretty competitive, always challenging one another.

You being so similar was the reason you got along so well, but it was also the reason you fought a lot, neither of you ever willing to admit you’re wrong or be the first one to apologize, but you couldn’t stay away from each other for too long. The sexual tension between you two could be cut with a knife.

Hungry glances, longing touches, needy desires that were transparent on both your faces.

Everyone on the island could see it but you. You were both so terribly oblivious.

You tried treating him like the rest of the pogues, you pushed your feelings for him to the back of your mind, thinking he was just being friendly, knowing he was a flirt, and for almost two years, it worked.

But seeing him flirt with Harleen tonight was literal torture.

Harleen was your neighbour and former best friend. A tall, tan brunette you hated with all of your heart.

The two of you have known each other since birth, you were practically inseparable, but as you grew up you noticed she always wanted what was yours, and she always did whatever it took in order to gain it. Whether it was the new shoes you got for your birthday which she bought herself the following day, or the guy you told her you liked in middle school the week prior to her dating him.

With time your friendship grew toxic and you felt like she was bad for you, constantly bringing you down and never caring.

So you decided to defriend her and ever since that moment you despised each other.

You were sat on a log beside Kie at a kegger, Pope next to her as they argued about god knows what. You tuned them out, far too focused on each and every one of JJ’s actions, watching as he whispered in her ear.

He probably said something funny since she started laughing, leaning forward and grasping his bicep for balance, which made your blood boil, you felt like history was repeating itself.

The grip on your red solo cup tightened, you stared and it seemed as if lasers were about to shoot out of your eyes and burn her pretty face off, but you diverted your gaze down to your hand, jumping up slightly when you felt a cool sticky liquid on your fingers, noticing you accidentally created a hole in your cup of beer with your milky white painted nails.

“Wow, what did the poor cup ever do to you?” Pope joked, his and Kie’s attention averted to you the second they heard a pop coming from your direction.

“Huh? Oh, well it didn’t tell me how pretty I look tonight, take that as warning sign” you trailed, trying not to look suspicious, “are you sure it isn’t because JJ told that to the girl beside him instead of you” she implied winking, causing Pope to cackle with laughter.

“What was that?” You asked rhetorically trying to act intimidating, “oh nothing” she gave you an innocent look.

“Anyways... i’m gonna go get a new drink” you swiftly stood up and started walking until you made out John B. from afar who was stood by the keg.

“Refill?” He questions once he spotted you making your way towards him.

You nodded “I accidentally poked mine” you admitted lifting the ripped cup in your hand and pursing your lips as you came to a stop beside him.

As he poured you a new cup of beer with the tap head connected to the keg by a tube, you searched the crowd with your eyes and focused your attention on JJ again.

You’ve seen him flirt with a countless amount of chicks before - kooks and torouns mainly, but none of those times pissed you off os much as seeing him flirt with Harleen did.

I mean he probably didn’t even like you back, so why where you so pissed? It wasn’t different from any other time, except that this was Harleen. She was a bitch. But he’d probably catch on quickly, right?

He placed his hands on her waist and you clenched your jaw at the sight grinding your teeth, you were irritated by the whole situation.

John B. noticed, a sly smile spreading slowly across his face.

“Hey, want some peanut butter with that jelly?” You turned to face him, a dumbfounded look on your face, “what are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re obviously jealous”, he chuckled at the bewildered look on your face and you felt your cheeks heat up. “am not!” You denied huffing.

“Tell that to the vein popping out of your forehead” he teased.

You gasped and jabbed his chest playfully with your elbow, you mumbled a “shut up” then channeled your attention back to the two.

Her hands were rested on his chest, like that wasn’t enough already to send you off the edge. But when he pecked her cheek you lost it.

Abruptly you stormed off from where you were stood, John B. shouted from behind you “where are you going?“ but you ignored him.

When you approached JJ and Harleen you clutched onto his wrist dragging him away from her towards the chateau, ignoring both her and his protests. You led him inside then turned around to face him.

“Hey! What did you do that for? It was going really good for me! This better be an emergency” he sneered.

“Are you fucking serious? Out of all the people in the party you chose to hit on Harleen?” You scoffed.

“What’s the problem with that?” JJ was clueless, he knew nothing about your and Harleen’s rivalry. You never told any of the pogues, well except for Kie but she didn’t recognise her as the one flirting with JJ.

“The problem is Harleen hates my guts and the other way around. We used to be best friends but she became toxic, trying to take everything that I had and I’m not going down that road again JJ”

Your words confounded JJ, what did you care if she flirted with him? It wasn’t like he was yours, although he really wanted to be.

Does you caring about whether they end up together or not mean you wanted to be his too?

Then he noticed what emotion your eyes held, he’d never seen it before on your face, but he immediately recognised it.

“Wait.. are you jealous?” He questioned, the corners of his lips perking up into a smirk when he noticed the furious look on your face from his revolution.

“I’m not jealous! Would everyone please stop saying that?! I’m mad ok?!” You defend.

“Ok! Ok!” He surrendered lifting his hands up in the air “but just know, you’re hot when your mad”. Your mouth slightly agape as you weren’t able to form words to deny, far too transfixed under the fact he directly called you hot.

He started walking towards you slowly, you didn’t want to cave, to admit you have fallen for his charms, so you backed up until you felt your back gently hit the wall. Chest rising and falling quicker as your breathing started getting heavier and your heart beat faster.

The second his hand landed on your waist you felt a million butterflies erupt in your stomach, he tenderly stroked the exposed skin of your v line between your low cut shorts and crop top. You felt as if the skin under his finger was being set on fire.

He brought his other hand to rest beside your head on the wall, he leaned in, inches away from your face. His breath mingled with yours, fanning your lips, it smelled of cheap beer and weed.

He slowly moved to your ear and extolled in a low voice “I mean, really hot”, his warm breath sent shivers down your spine.

He left a sloppy, open mouthed kiss on the skin under your earlobe and you could’ve sworn you were seeing stars.

When he detached his lips you bit down on yours holding in a whimper at the loss of contact as he brought his face back to yours.

His blue orbs gazed into yours, they seemed darker than usual, lustful.

He waisted no more time and captured your lips with his. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled on the edges of his hair deepening the kiss. As your tongues fought for dominance, he brought his other hand to your ass and squeezed it causing you to moan, he took the chance and slipped his tongue in.

you tugged on the hem of his shirt and he got the message. He separated his lips from yours and within less then a second, practically tore it of his body and discarded it on the floor. The two of you were panting at this point, completely out of air but you didn’t care. Breathless, you reattached your lips to his, desperate to taste him again.

You caressed his much bigger length with your petite hand, signalling you wanted more and he groaned into the kiss.

“Up” he demanded mumbling agains your lips. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, he grabbed your thighs and without breaking the kiss led you into the spare room.

Almost two years of yearning and craving dissolved in that night at the chateau, and to think it happened because of Harleen.

As much of a bitch as she was, you did owe her that.

[bnhabadass]

Budding Love | Mina Ashido x Reader

A/n: This is a small collaboration I have taken part in along with a few other members of the bnharem server. If you want to read the other pieces (which you absolutely should) the link to the master list can be found here.

Rating: 16+ Warnings: Weed consumption, minor use of swear words.

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Your friends all knew about your little crush on Mina Ashido. It was painstakingly obvious to everyone except her. You always agreed to every reckless thing with her friends so long as she was involved.

“You’re going bungee-jumping this weekend? I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”

“Mina will be there.”

“Cool, what time do we leave?”

You were always caught staring at her by your friends and they constantly teased you for it. It’s annoying, but you don’t hate it if you’re being honest. You know they just do it out of love for you and respect for your non-existent love life.

The pink girl had you whipped and she had no idea.

You were sitting on the couch in the common room, watching a few of your friends battle each other in Mario Kart, when Kirishima came up to you with a proposition.

“Wanna get stoned with us this weekend?”

Your eyes grew wide and you thought they were about to bulge out of their sockets. “Huh?”

“Sero has this god-like dealer apparently who grows, and I quote, ‘some of the most dank shit you’ll ever smoke.’ So we thought we’d all try some. You in?” Kirishima’s bright and pointy smile felt like it was cornering you.

“I don’t know.” You scratched the back of your head with your hand and averted your eyes to the floor. “I’ve never done something like that. Is it safe? To do it on school property I mean.”

Kirishima just laughed. “It’s fine. Sero and Kaminari do it in the dorms all the time. And we’ll be right there with you helping you through it all.”

As he spoke more and more, you were beginning to like the idea. It was a little nerve-wracking, yes, but you trust your friends and you like being a part of their squad.

“Besides,” he added. “Ashido was wondering if you’d join us.”

And that sealed the deal. “Okay,” you said, the biggest smile lighting up your face. “Let’s do it!”

The week went by quicker than you had expected, and the weekend had almost arrived. You didn’t pay attention in class on Friday, instead opting to stare out the window and drum your fingers against the wood of the desk to pass the time.

You overheard Sero talking to Kaminari about meeting his dealer after class, and a nervous pit formed in the middle of your stomach at hearing that. You had never smoked or done anything like that before, and as the minutes drew closer to the time you were meeting your friends, you felt all the more lightheaded.

Once back at the dorms, you sat on the edge of your bed eating some crackers and drinking some water. Forcing yourself to get rid of your anxiety only seemed to strengthen it. You had told your friends you would meet in Mina’s room around six o’clock. It was 5:54, and you hadn’t budged from your spot on your bed since you sat down.

Rolling off your bed, you dragged yourself over to the mirror hanging on the back of your door and brushed your fingers through your hair. Straightening out your clothes, you did a double check to make sure you didn’t have crumbs of any sort on your face.

“Alright,” you said to yourself. “Let’s do this.”

The door to Mina’s room had been decorated with a hot pink feather boa. A half sheet of paper dated with today’s date was taped to the door. It read “DO NOT DISTURB.” You figured that was her subtle way of letting everyone know she would be a bit...preoccupied. Raising your hand, you gently knocked on the door.

It swung open, and Mina’s eyes widened at seeing you. “You’re here!” She grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside. “I didn’t think you’d show and I thought I’d be smoking all alone.”

“Why would you be alone?” you asked. “Where are Kirishima and the others?” You’re not sure why you asked. It was obvious that the others bailed as a way to get you two alone. They say hindsight is 20/20, and you’re a fool for not realizing their plans earlier.

“Bakugo is taking the boys out for some late night training. Weird, right?”

You nodded as you took in your surroundings. You had seen Mina’s room before, but actually sitting in it and hanging out with her felt so surreal.

“Anyways, Sero gave me a baggie of his dealer’s stuff and told me to go nuts. Have you ever done anything like this before?” Her eyes were genuine, curious as to what you had to say.

“Um, no. I’ve never smoked or anything like that.”

She smiled. “Me neither.”

You were surprised. Had she not smoked with Sero and Kaminari like Kirishima had suggested? She seemed so chill and laid back, like maybe she was always on some substance. But maybe that was just the silly and loveable personality you had found yourself falling for.

“But there’s a first time for everything, right?”

You smiled at the optimistic outlook she had. “Yeah. I’m a bit nervous, though,” you admitted.

“Oh me too.” She held up the bag with the green buds inside. “Like, I have no idea how to roll a joint.” The joint papers lay at the corner of her desk.

You smiled and giggled. “Well it’s a good thing we have the internet to teach us.”

The two of you crowded around Mina’s desk as you looked up how to roll a joint. You were both surprised at how many weed and stoner forums you came across. Mina offered to do the rolling, which you were grateful for since you were still confused how to do it.

The joint looked more like a scabby cheeto than anything. She didn’t disperse the weed out evenly, and you were a bit worried the pot would burst out in some places.

“Do you want to take the first hit, or should I?”

You blushed. You thought that you would be doing this with more of your friends, and even though Mina was there to help you through it, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were alone in the room, just you and the foreign substance begging to be smoked.

Mina could sense you were uncomfortable, and you were grateful for that. “Here, why don’t I.” She was about to hold the joint up to her lips, but you stopped her.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll go first.”

She hesitated but handed you the joint and lighter.

You stuck it in your mouth and lit it the way you’ve seen characters in movies light cigarettes. Your lungs have never inhaled such an intense amount of smoke before, and when you sucked in, you had the worst coughing fit of your life. “Oh...wow,” you said between coughs.

“So, how is it?” Mina’s big eyes looked up at you like a puppy in need of attention.

“I don’t think it’s kicked in yet. Do you have any water or something?”

“Yeah I bought a whole bunch of munchie snacks.” She pointed over to a big grocery bag sitting on her desk chair. She ran over to grab a couple bottles of water and a big bag of popcorn. Racing back over to you, she handed you the bottle, and you traded her for the rest of the joint.

“Here.”

She looked at the joint with curiosity. “Do you think I’ll like it?” A bit of ash fell onto her carpet.

“I mean, we have it so we might as well try it, right?”

She nodded, but it was more out of reassurance than anything. “Right.” Holding the joint up to her lips, she sucked in and held it for as long as possible. It wasn’t long before she was left a coughing mess next to the pile of ash left behind.

You couldn’t help but giggle. Her pink face was turning a shade darker. “It kind of hurts going in.”

“Yeah no kidding.”

Even though Mina stopped coughing after taking a sip of water, you were still laughing. You couldn’t stop. It’s as if fish hooks kept pulling your cheeks up until there was nowhere left for them to go.

“Holy shit you’re high.”

“Huh?” Your reaction time was off. You were confused. But for some reason you couldn’t help but continue to laugh.

“You can’t stop smiling and your eyes are all squinty! You’re definitely high!”

But you couldn’t focus on what Mina was saying. Your eyes kept focusing in and out as she spoke, and the pink hue of her skin was looking more vibrant against the other psychedelic backgrounds of her bedroom.

“Are you okay?”

You focused back in on her. “Huh? Oh yeah.” You then continued laughing and she joined in. Any worries of what the drug would do to you had washed away. Mina was laughing with you and you were not nervous to be around her in the slightest.

Once the drug had finally hit her, you both decided to put on some cartoons and anime and see how different it would look, and even how it would feel. You both lounged on her floor staring at her laptop. Fuzzy pillows were in each of your hands and you were stroking them, admiring the texture as it smoothed between your fingers.

“Why haven’t we hung out before now? Just the two of us?” Mina asked.

You stopped stroking the pillow to grab the butt end of the joint on her table. Lord knows you would need it to have this conversation. “I don’t know,” you mused once you took your hit. Exhaling, you watched as the smoke dissipated and left the room slightly hazy. “Never really had the opportunity, I guess.”

“Well if I knew how much you also like anime I would have invited you over sooner.” She smiled and rested her head against your shoulder. The tip of one of her horns was very close to poking its way into your ear, so you adjusted into a more comfortable position with Mina still leaning against you.

You felt oddly comfortable around her now. Perhaps it was the fact that both of you were trying something new and different together, or maybe it was just the drug messing with the rest of your senses. Either way, you felt a sense of euphoria laying about with Mina at your side. There was nothing to worry about in that moment, no stains on your clothing you worried about her spotting, no saying anything dumb or any voice cracks that she might make fun of. It was just you and her side-by-side and the anime playing in the background.

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“Let’s play truth or dare!”

A few hours had gone by and after about four episodes in, the two of you were getting rather bored. The initial weed you smoked had worn off, and you were rolling another joint with the remaining weed Sero had given you guys.

“Huh?” You looked up from the joint as your tongue darted across it, sealing it shut.

“Come on it’ll be fun!”

“I guess we could.” You held the joint up to your lips and took one long inhale. You passed it back and exhaled. “We should probably open up the window or something. Get the smell out, you know?”

“Oh yeah,” she said between puffs. Running over to the glass door, she slid it open, and the cool chill of the night’s air and the sound of crickets swept its way over the room. “Okay, truth or dare?”

“I dunno, truth?” You’re not sure why you said truth. It was stupid on your part. Everyone knows that when someone says truth, the first question anyone asks is…

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

You looked down at your feet and wiggled your toes in your socks. You could start to feel the weed take its course, and yet again your cheek bones lifted up into the air.

“You do!”

“Huh?” Your face flushed and your eyes widened. “What?”

“You’re stoned and in love,” she mused. “That’s so cute!”

“Okay let’s just move on.” You didn’t make eye contact with Mina. You didn’t want to look at anyone, let alone her. “Truth or dare?”

“How about dare.”

You smiled and looked up. “Okay okay okay. I dare you to go downstairs and have a conversation with someone, but you can’t let them know you’re stoned.”

Mina completed the dare, much to your surprise. It helps that her eyes can’t get bloodshot, so when she went downstairs and asked Sato about the croissants he was baking, he didn’t suspect anything.

“I’m impressed,” you said once you both made your way back upstairs.

“Yeah it’s a good thing the oven caught fire and he had something to distract himself with. I think he was starting to catch on that something was off.”

You flopped onto her bean bag chair. “What do you want to do now?”

Her smile grew wider and you could practically see the light bounce off her white teeth. “Now it’s my turn to ask, silly. Truth or dare?”

You could feel that anxiety return to your stomach. It was a little gremlin bouncing up and down your insides. “Dare, I guess. I already said truth.”

Her smile turned into a wicked one. “I dare you to call your crush and serenade them with a love song.”

You swallowed any anxiety you felt the need to barf up. Reaching for your phone, your hand began to tremble. You could always refuse the dare. You could say that you weren’t comfortable with that, pretend that the weed was giving you paranoia and freak out about calling her. But something was guiding your  hand. It had a mind of its own as you unlocked your phone and went straight for Mina Ashido’s contact.

“Holy shit you’re actually doing it.”

You didn’t hear Mina as she spoke. You just took a shaky deep breath in and squeezed your eyes shut as you pressed the call button. It took a moment for the ringing to go through and Mina looked over at her phone which was now vibrating on the table.

“Huh? Who’s calling me.”

You shrugged and held your phone up to your ear.

She looked at her phone and her eyes widened when the contact photo staring at her was your smiling face. “Wait why are you calling me?” You didn’t answer, just smiled as the realization suddenly dawned on her. She slowly slid her thumb across the phone and raised it up to her ear. “Hello?”

“Happy birthday to you,” you began to sing. In your stoned state of mind, the only song that you could think of the serenade her with was the fucking happy birthday song. “Happy birthday to you.”

She clasped her hand over her mouth and chortled with laughter.

“Happy birthday dear Mina. Happy birthday to you.”

Her face was a dark magenta as she blushed and laughed. She had tears pricking in the corner of her eyes. “So you like me?” She said into the phone’s speaker.

You nodded and hung up. “I’ve liked you for a very long time.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

You shrugged, the feeling rippling through your body. “I don’t really like rejection.”

Mia looked down at the cuff of her pants. “But what if I didn’t reject you? What then?”

Your eyes widened and you felt your breath stagger in your throat. You couldn’t speak. Any words in your head refused to come out.

“(Y/n), do you want to go on a date with me next weekend?”

Your voice cracked and Mina couldn’t help but chuckle. You followed soon after, and the two of you became a laughing mess on the floor. Your cheeks ached but you didn’t care. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.”

--

It was around two in the morning when Kirishima knocked on Mina’s door. “How are you two doing in there?” he asked from behind the door.

When he and Kaminari creaked the door open, they were met with the adorable sight of both you and Mina wrapped in each other’s arms. Wrappers and other trash left over from your snacking littered the room, and the tail end of some romcom was playing on Mina’s laptop. Both you and her were sound asleep.

“God it stinks in here,” Kirishima said. He tiptoed over pieces of trash in order to pause the movie.

“Yeah but look at them,” Kaminari mused. “Do you think we did a good thing in leaving them alone?”

“Oh definitely.” Kirishima grabbed the blanket off of Mina’s bed and draped it over your sleeping forms.

At the feeling of having the blanket draped over you, you snuggled closer into Mina’s arms and she closer into yours.

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Banrai fell into step beside Dreamweaver without missing a beat. Though his mate’s strides were quicker, his were longer, so he easily kept pace with them as they careened down Observatory Hill toward the village outskirts.

“How’s Isaiah?” he asked.

“Betelgeuse can heal him,” Dreamweaver replied, “but it will take a fortnight and the coven’s full strength. We don’t have a healer versed in wounds this severe, so I suppose they’re going to brute force it.”

“And Xerxes?”

“Unresponsive, exhausted, but healthy by all accounts.”

“That’s good.”

“How are you?”

It was obvious by the falter of his steps that the question caught Banrai off guard. Dreamweaver slowed for a moment while he collected himself. “I’m all right,” he insisted. “My intention wasn’t to make you worry about me. You already have so much on your plate.”

“I’m always going to worry about you,” Dreamweaver said. “You’re my husband. I love you.”

“I--I love you too, Dreamy.”

Dreamweaver halted abruptly. Their shoulders were hunched, their hands clenched into fists at their sides, shaking, quivering with emotion. Banrai reached for them, but before he could lay a hand on their back to soothe them, they rounded on him and pulled him into another kiss.

It was wild, and passionate, and it left Banrai breathless and speechless when they parted. “Never again,” Dreamweaver said. “Never, ever keep your fears from me again, Banrai.”

“You--but--”

“Oh.” Dreamweaver’s cheeks flushed, and they averted their gaze shyly. “That was all rather spontaneous, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, seeing you so upset, I just got a little carried away.”

“No, no!” Banrai exclaimed. “That’s ok! You can get carried away whenever you’d like!”

“Aren’t you cheeky?” Dreamweaver teased. They kissed him again, softer this time, and slipped their hand into his. “How many times can I tell you I love you before it starts to become repetitive?”

“A million,” Banrai said, “a billion, every day, every second, until the end of time.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oi!”

Vladimir was waiting for them at the bottom of the hill. As usual, his mouth was turned down in an impatient frown. “Are you two going to snog all day,” he shouted up, “or are you going to help me deal with this unmitigated disaster?!”

Dreamweaver and Banrai exchanged one last, longing look before continuing, hand-in-hand, through the unkempt summer weeds. Dreamweaver could feel Banrai trembling beside them, brimming with sweet nothings left unwhispered--but there would be time for such things later. They would make time.

As they came to the foot of the hill, Betelgeuse soared overhead, Isaiah tucked neatly between his claws. There was a flash of indigo scales, and then he was gone among the tall pines.

“Was that Isaiah with him?” Vladimir asked. “Banrai hollered something about an emergency at the observatory, but I just figured Crucis had set the place on fire again.”

“It was quite a bit more serious than that,” Dreamweaver replied. “I’ll brief the clan on it when I have the time. For now, Vladimir, what on earth happened while I was away in Aphaster lands?”

Vladimir sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “A newcomer showed up this morning,” he said, “and told me he used to be a dire hyena.”

Dreamweaver’s eyes widened. They said nothing, only motioned for Vladimir to lead on. He did, and as they walked, he elaborated. “He calls himself Ambrosius. He said he chose the name because of its meaning: ‘immortal.’ Suffice it to say, he’s taken to his transformation better than that Psywurm from Aphaster.”

“Can he assume his second form?” Banrai asked. “Er, well, for him, I suppose it would be his third.”

“No,” Vladimir replied, “but he said he’s ‘working on it.’ I ‘dunno if it’s even possible for beast shifters to don glamours.”

“Where there’s a will,” Banrai said, “there’s a way.”

“Well, if anyone’s going to do it, it’s this guy,” Vladimir said. “He’s stubborn as a mule. I tried asking him questions about his transformation, y’know, important questions, but all he wants to talk about is his next meal and how best to acquire vast sums of gold. Tch.” Vladimir spat into the grass. “He acts more like a vulture than a hyena.”

“Why did he come to you?” Banrai asked.

“I’m a werewolf,” Vladimir replied. “He said he sensed it. I guess he’s more comfortable with his fellow mongrels. A little too comfortable; he keeps trying to talk me into bed.”

“Oh.” Banrai chuckled. “Oh my.”

“You laugh now,” Vladimir said, “but I don’t think the bastard has any standards. He’ll take what he can get; you’re not going to be exempt this time just because you’re married, Banrai.”

“I think I can take him,” Banrai replied. “If I can’t, I know Dreamweaver can.”

When Dreamweaver did not respond, Banrai squeezed their hand gently. Their eyes darted to and fro as they walked; it was clear that they were deep in thought. Banrai didn’t try to bring them out of it. With all that had happened in recent weeks, they needed this time to mull things over.

Vladimir’s home was located in a clearing just north of the village, far enough away that the barking of his hounds wouldn’t disturb the locals. They ran to greet their master as the group approached, leaping up onto him in their excitement. Once they’d had their fill of him, they were all too eager to move on to Banrai--he was a friend they rarely got to see, so their licking was extra zealous.

“Nice to see you too, boys!” Banrai said.

They gave Dreamweaver a wide berth--not out of fear, but respect. However, when their expression softened, the pack descended upon them as well, and they returned each nuzzle with a scratch behind the ears. “I’m sorry,” they said, “I just have a lot of my mind. It’s always a pleasure.”

“He’s in the den,” Vladimir said. “Lads, come inside. I thought I told you lot to keep an eye on that scoundrel.”

Despite being what basically amounted to a log cabin in the woods, the interior of Vladimir’s home was sleek and well-kept. Dreamweaver sometimes thought he was more of a Lightning dragon than even Volskaya; though Light-born, he certainly had the aesthetic for it. Even with the dogs swarming all over the furniture, it looked positively immaculate.

In the center of the immaculateness, taking up almost the entirety of the house’s lowered front room, was “that scoundrel.” At present, he was a Mirror dragon, with scales the blue-grey color of steel and odd markings Dreamweaver had never before encountered. They could have been a carry-over from his beast form, but somehow, Dreamweaver doubted it.

That would have been too convenient.

“You must be Ambrosius,” they said. The Mirror twitched his tail, all four pure white eyes focused on them. “I am Dreamweaver, founder of Clan Feldspar, and this is my fellow founder and husband, Banrai.”

“Good to meet you,” Banrai said with a polite dip of his head.

Ambrosius’ eyes lit up; his tail lashed against the floor. “What a lovely sight,” he drawled, “a dragon bowing his head to my humble self.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Vladimir said. “I’ll put the kettle on. Ambrosius, for the love of the Eleven, behave yourself.”

“What’s in it for me?” Ambrosius asked. “Will you give me something sweet, Vladimir?”

“I won’t put my fist up your arse.”

“Mmm, acceptable terms.”

“Vladimir tells me you’re a beast,” Dreamweaver said. They had yet to sit; instead, they stood tall, rigid, their hands clasped diplomatically in front of them. “I must admit, I’m surprised you came to us. Our neighbors in Clan Aphaster are more accustomed to dealing with your kind.”

“They aren’t keeping a werewolf,” Ambrosius replied. “Isn’t that basically what I am now? Neither hyena nor dragon, I shift between the two forms freely. I have more in common with Vladimir than I do with my own kin, I think.”

“Then your purpose here is to woo poor Vladimir?” Dreamweaver asked.

“Not my purpose,” Ambrosius said, “but a good bonus.”

“What is your purpose?”

“Can’t my purpose be to live a peaceful life?”

“Certainly, but it’s not.”

Ambrosius’ maw twisted into a wide grin, displaying, through crooked, pointed teeth, the sharp green of his tongue. “Perceptive,” he said. “I’m here to make money and live luxuriously.”

“I thought as much.” At last, Dreamweaver sank into a chair and dropped their head into their hands. “You’re another mischief-maker,” they groaned.

“No matter my shape, I’m still an opportunist at heart,” Ambrosius said. “If it’s any consolation, I’ll promise to make an effort not to inconvenience you. I simply led a hard life as a scavenger, and now that I’ve been reborn, I’d like to live it to the fullest.”

“How long have you been shifted?” Banrai asked.

“Hmm? Oh, a good while now.” Ambrosius waved a hand, as if to dismiss a topic that bored him. “I was already accustomed to dragonkind’s funny mores. I scavenged in villages often, so I picked up a thing or two. Becoming a dragon, for me, was easy.”

“That explains why you seem so well-adjusted,” Banrai said.

“Hyenas are smarter than dragons give us credit,” Ambrosius said, “and I was even smarter than most. The mental shift was jarring at first, but it was worth it to obtain such great status.”

“So you’re seeking residence within our lands?”

“That would be ideal,” Ambrosius replied. “The climate here suits me, and there’s no shortage of powerful people to learn from--and to try my hand at courting. I’ve heard tell that your clan is one of the most prosperous in Sornieth as well. For a dragon seeking to make his fortune and enjoy his new existence, I think it’s a perfect fit.”

“We have laws,” Dreamweaver said. “We have law enforcement.”

“I see, I see.” Ambrosius nodded understandingly. “If I’m caught doing anything troublesome, you’ll throw me in a cage like the dog I am.” He laughed. “Although, truthfully, hyenas are phylogenetically closer to felines and viverrids than dogs.”

“I think he just made up those words,” Banrai said. Dreamweaver couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Anyway, it’s probably for the best that you stay with us,” Banrai went on. “If you aren’t interested in living in Aphaster lands, then at least here you’ll be close enough to them for observation. They’re still parsing things out over there, and I’m sure they wouldn’t mind having an extra set of beast shifter hands.”

“You want me to help them?” Ambrosius asked. “Hmm, well, if it means I can stay in your village, I’ll oblige. I’m comfortable here now; I don’t want to move again.”

“Get comfortable somewhere other than my den,” Vladimir suggested. He handed Banrai and Dreamweaver each a mug of fresh chamomile. Ambrosius received none. “You aren’t my mate, you’re never going to be my mate, so get your own place, you freeloader.”

“I have experience as a mate,” Ambrosius said, “and I’m dying to try out this new body.”

“You’ll be just plain dying if you don’t get the fuck out.”

“Ambrosius...” Dreamweaver leaned forward slightly to catch Ambrosius’ attention. It worked; his eyes snapped to them again. “Do you know what caused your shift?”

“A magical disturbance of some sort,” Ambrosius replied, “or, at least, that’s my theory. There was some odd activity in the sky the night before my shift. When I awoke the next morning, I was as you now see me.”

“Why’d you answer them but not me?” Vladimir asked.

“You’re cute,” Ambrosius said, “but they’re undeniably a better catch.”

“Some nerve you’ve got.”

“What sort of odd activity?” Dreamweaver pressed.

“The pink sort.”

Dreamweaver nodded solemnly. “It’s as we feared then,” they said. “Lutia’s magic, the Seat’s magic, spread further than we ever could have imagined. Telos is going to be beside herself.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Dreamy.” Banrai wrapped an arm around their shoulders and pulled them to his side. “Let’s get Ambrosius out of Vladimir’s hair to start with. We’ll arrange more permanent lodgings for you soon, but in the meantime, there’s room at the inn.”

“I’ve never stayed at an inn,” Ambrosius said, and for a moment, they all pitied him just the tiniest bit. He spoke with such childlike awe that they couldn’t help but sympathize. “You’re not going to charge me, are you?”

“So much for that,” Vladimir grumbled.

“No,” Dreamweaver said, “we’ll cover the expense. Until you’re well-adjusted enough to live on your own, we’ll consider you our responsibility.”

“What is it dragons call it?” Ambrosius grinned again. “‘Free room and board?’ I like the sound of that.”