#im the only one who needs to understand this

[bahrtofane]

home is where the heart is

Hiccup x run away princess! Reader

in which you’re thousands of miles away from your home you fled. Now calling the edge home after months of tracking the dragon master till you were face to face with a man no older then yourself, with round eyes and a need to figure you out.

But whispers travel fast on the wind, disturbing everything you’ve built for yourself.

Word count - 4.4k+

Watch it - some angst w happy ending dw

Im binge watching race to the edge can u tell

On most days Hiccup barely has the time to think. 

There's so much to do, so much to be done. There's always more waiting for him. Go do his rounds, come back and deal with the endless squabbling that never ends, go out again and add more watch towers, do a lap around the island, patrol the neighboring ones, come back and yell some more till everyone listens, see who actually did what he asked of them, eat dinner and pray they listen to his new list of things to do for the next day. Rinse and repeat. 

And yet at the end of a day, when his bones ache and muscles are sore. Stiff and aching from the hours hunched over toothless, he’s glad he has you. 

He doesn’t know how to properly say it, not yet at least. He’s never been good with words in a way that really matters. Always failing him, never making it past more than a faint breath past his lips as the words fade into the wind. He wishes he could be more like the twins, pushing past any judgment and saying whatever they wish when they wish. But he is not them, and instead he tells you he’s happy that you’ve made the edge a home. 

He remembers the day you came to them. You had come searching for him specifically, begging for the knowledge that no one around you had. Which was funny considering you arrived on your own dragon. A desert wraith. Not many of those around here. 

Rmel is a dragon so unlike any he’s ever seen. Tidal class, yet completely content out of the water. He thrives in the sand. Burying deep into it. Breathing with it. You two complement each other. 

Here you are months later, with your own modest hut on the edge and more knowledge than you could have ever hoped for. And a few scars for your troubles. But it's a good life. 

Unfortunately, your time comes to an end and you have to go back to your home soon. Your real home. Hiccup has forgotten what it’s like around here without you. But it’s not your place to call your own. It's time to pack up and head out. If not for you, for Rmel. 

That's what you will continue to tell yourself. To avoid the trouble of thinking about your actions. 

—--

Hiccup finds you laying on the sand, watching the clouds as they roll in. 

“Hey there stranger.” He calls out, slipping off Toothless is one smooth motion.

You smile, sitting up and patting the sand off you. Rmel is half buried in it. But beach sand can never replace his true habitat. Can't replace what you’ve left behind. 

“Hey Hiccup.” you watch as Rmel comes out of the sand to say hello to Toothless, jumping up and down as they play. 

He takes a seat next to you, sighing softly. “You know, your hut will always be here.” an invitation. Stay please, he wants to say. 

You smile, "I know. But I have been away for too long. It’s not good for him.” It's not my place to stay. 

“I understand.” I don’t, don't go. 

But does he? No, not really. No one here does.

Oh well. 

—--

“Are you sure? You've made your own home here.” Astrid says, handing you a pile of metal as you sort through the store house. 

“What else is there for me to do? Rmel needs the desert, and I miss my home.” a white lie. The words home betray you as you say them, what is your home at this rate. 

“I know but- it’s nice having you around. We all think so.” she tries. And it only tugs at your heart. 

“I have my own duties.” 

“You and Hiccup are the same, you know. Always thinking of the people before yourselves. “ 

You shrug, “it’s the duty my birth has assigned to me.” a well repeated mantra that's been hammered into you for longer than you can remember. If you dare to reap the benefits of your birth, you must answer its calls. You mustn’t ignore your duties. 

How silly considering you ran away from them, only to regret it all on an island thousands of miles away from everything you know. 

You don't tell Astrid this, you tell no one. Instead you finish setting the mental scraps in the corner, old weapons in other. On to the next task. 

Astrid doesn’t say much more. Not thinking too deeply into the words

—-

“Fishlegs!!” A yell comes from above. You crane your neck to watch as Snotlout comes barreling into his hut, screaming as if all hell broke loose. 

You hold back and laugh as you watch Hiccup groan so loudly it wakes Toothless up next to him. He marches up to the hut, yelling obscenities and waving his arms around wildly. 

“What is going on?” Heather muses, back from patrol, sunkissed and watching the spectacle unfold fondly. 

“Oh Hiccup is going to kill Snotlout.” Ruffnut replies, flipping through a modest pile of sheep hide. 

“Thats nice..” she takes her leave, heading to her own hut and waving everyone a collective goodbye.

You sigh, leaning back in your chair farther, trying to make out if Hiccup is punching Snotlout or biting his ear off. Could be either or honestly. You'll miss this. 

—

You get knocked out of the sky during a training drill, Rmel isn't fast enough and you end up in the water. Thankfully close enough to swim to shore. 

“Thank you Rmel! All that training and you can't catch me from the sky!” you yell, fist in the air. 

Hiccup flies down with Rmel by his side. He bites back a smile as you wring your clothes out. Your dragon is indifferent, watching you grumble. 

“Dont even.” you warn.

He laughs anyway, “Im sorry im sorry!” 

You sigh, "I'm going to hide your leg then who will laugh.” 

It only makes him laugh harder as you stomp up to him, waving a finger in his face. “You will be the next in the water just wait.”

The laughs sputter and die in his throat as he looks at you with wide eyes. Watching the water droplets drip from your eye lashes, down to your lips. Where his eyes become fixated on. Unable to look away. 

You turn on your heel to scold your dragon. Ignoring him. 

Hiccup thinks you just might be the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. More than a sunset at Berk, more than when the clouds give way to clear skies. More than anything at all. 

It hits him all at once really, the sinking realization that these really are the last few times he will be able to look at you like that. 

—

“Oh well today is ‘everyone hates Hiccup’ day then!” comes a shout from the armory. 

You turn to investigate, peeking inside and finding a very exasperated Hiccup on his knees digging through piles of weapons. 

“What are you doing?” you close the door behind you. 

“Oh, I'm glad to see you. Do you have any spare iron ore? I would say I'm on my last leg but it fell into the ocean." He points to his stump.

“I do not. But fishless does. Need a hand?” you offer your hand and he gladly takes it. Steadying himself as you wrap his arms around you for better support. Guiding him out of the armory and to his precious iron ore. 

You try not to pay attention too closely to the details. The curl of his fingers where they rest cautiously on your hip. His steady breathing. Just how close your faces are. Why did it have to be Hiccup? Beautiful smart Hiccup. 

You would use your dragon, but you sent Rmel off to play on the beach for the afternoon. Go figure when you really need him huh. 

“Thanks again.” Hiccup mumbles, trying to concentrate and walking with only one foot. 

“No problem.” you hum. 

You get to fishlegs, even if your hands are clammy and face warmer then it was where you entered that storage room. 

Fishlegs only squints but takes Hiccup inside. Well you know what everyone's going to talk about at dinner. 

—--

“Go after her, or watch her fly away.” Heather says, watching Hiccup work on his newest creation. Well its more a hunk of gronkle iron right now but not the point. 

Hiccup can only sigh. “I can’t force anyone to stay here.” Hammering away at his work. 

“Yes, but you also can’t say anything.” Heather tries. 

“Why not. It's easy.” he grunts. “ I can go about my life,” thwap goes the hammer,  Settle down and forget.” the hot sizzle of coal echoes. 

“But will you truly forget? You aren't the most subtle Hiccup. Trust me.” she crosses her arms, raising a brow. 

Hiccup stops to look up at her, brows furrowed. 

Is he really that obvious? 

—-

“I heard you're leaving.” Snotlout says. Watching you get ready for one of your last patrols. 

“Not right now.” you mumble, tightening your girth and checking your buckles. 

“I know.” 

You don't say much more. Putting a few rations of food into a satchel. Scratching Rmell behind the ears for his good behavior. Should be everything. You hoist yourself up on the saddle, watching Snoutlout cross his arms. 

“Listen I know its breaking your heart to part from this much viking manliness-” 

You tsk. 

“But think about sticking around some. You know, it'll be cool.” 

You don't reply. Curling your fingers into the reins and taking flight. You don't look back, if you would you'd see Hiccup peek from around the corner, shaking his head while Snotlout shrugs. 

“I tried!” 

“Really Snotlout because she didn't seem to listen to a single ‘manly viking’ thing you had to say.” 

“You talk to her Hiccup why send me come on.” he storms off, muttering under his breath. 

In hindsight sending in Snotlout probably wasn't the best idea. But he was the only one available. 

Hiccup really does need to talk to you. 

—-

“When do you leave?” is the first thing Hiccup says to you when you're back from patrolling. 

You look around to an empty room “Where is everyone?” 

“Back on Berk. Picking up supplies.” 

“Okay,” you hop off your saddle, “I'm leaving in 2 weeks.” Undoing the girth and sliding the saddle from Rmel who rumbles in happiness. “I know buddy I know. Feels good huh.” you mumble into his neck, resting your head against him. 

“You always take his saddle off?” you're reminded Hiccup is in the same room. You've been trying to avoid him. 

“Of course I do. Don't you think it would be uncomfortable if you had to wear it 24/7?”

“Well yes but what if you need to get in the air fast.” 

“Then I'll ride him with no saddle. You complicate things, you know that Hiccup.”

“So I've been told.” he sighs. “Listen, I'm serious about you staying. We could use the extra dragon, and it looks like you could use a place to call home too.”

“I have a home Hiccup. This isn't my home.” You wave to the space around you. “You aren't my people, you don't speak the same tongue, you don't have the same way of life, I'm not one of you I will never be.”  don't make this harder then it is. 

The words sting, but he presses on. “Nonsense, you're always welcome here you know that.” 

“Listen, I know you need all the dragon ridders you can get around here but my people need me. You're not the only one with a father who leaves big shoes to fill.”

“I didn't know im-”

“I’d prefer if no one knows okay. I have my duties as do you. And mine are to return. Please don't ask me to stay again.” 

“Okay.” he gives in, nodding softly. 

—-

“You and Hiccup huh.” Astrid teases. 

You are both out patrolling. Spending 2 days doing the rounds before going back to the edge. They're using you while they can before you leave it seems. You don't blame them. 

You groan. “No! There's nothing going on.”

“Right right.. Sure.” she hums, nodding along. 

“Oh come on I haven't even been here that long. Besides, aren't you guys like, you know an item.”

She laughs, clutching her stomach while trying not to lose balance off of Stormfly. “No. I kissed him once or twice sure when we were kids but he’s not exactly my type.”

You roll your eyes, clutching onto your reins. “Sure sure.” 

—

“Youre seriously leaving? But we've made so much progress with the book!” Fishlegs says at dinner. 

You try not to let your eye twitch. “Yes. I'm sorry but I have to.” 

“Whose leaving.” Tuffnut says, wiping his head to you. 

“Leaving who?” Ruffnut echoes. 

You groan, putting your hands in your head. “Me. I'm leaving. It's me.”

“It is because she smells like fish. It's okay I'd leave if we didn't ride the same dragon.” Tuffnut nods. 

“Shes leaving because you never stop talking.” His sister rolls her eyes. “You can't go wrong smelling like fish anyway.” 

“No she's leaving because you guys are annoying," Snotlout says.

“No really please reconsider, for the book! It just needs a little more and we can even make a second edition.” Fishlegs tries again. 

“Guys enough.” Astrid tries, but it falls on deaf ears as everyone begins to debate the reason for you leaving. 

“She doesn't have to tell anyone, guys.” Hiccup says, but it gets drowned out by the rising voices. 

“I left but came back, maybe she's doing the same.” Heather shrugs. 

Everyone's voices overlap at once, giving you a migraine. You get up, shoving your chair in harshly, taking your dinner with you and leaving. 

“Geez someone's upset.” 

“Shut up Snotlout.”

—

Hiccup follows you. Of course he does. He comes to your hut, banging on the door and not taking your go aways as an answer. 

“Im not leaving!” he shouts from the door. 

You're crying. You don't know why but you're crying. Tears streaming down your face as you watch the moon rise from your window. 

Why must things become so complicated? Why are you so far from everything you know just for the chance and feeling in control for once in your life? 

You did everything asked of you, and now for just the start of freedom you are forced to pay dearly. 

The shouts and knocking stops, and a part of you wishes he would've tried harder. But you are too hard headed, cold hearted and mean it means for anyone to want to try harder for you. All you care about is chasing a feeling you dreamt up in the corner of your room as a child. Sticking your hands under the sun to feel a warmth that can not be replicated. 

You should leave now, no? 

—--

You manage to get Rmel ready in record time, slipping out the back of your hut and taking flight with blurry vision and a heavy heart. What you don't see is a night furry hot on your tail. 

“Stop! Don't leave now!” Hiccup's voice sounds from behind you. 

You wipe the tears from your face, slowing down till he flies beside you. “What do you want, Hiccup? Just let me leave. “ 

“Come on, I'm sorry for the way they acted, but don't make any rash decisions.” 

“There's nothing more to decide. I'm on my way home. “

“No you're not.” 

You turn to look at him with enough furry to knock him out of the sky. “Dont tell me what to do Hiccup.” 

“Im not trying to!” 

You glare at him, “That's exactly what you're doing.”

“You don't have all your things, your girth isn't tightened. You're slipping right and you haven't noticed. Just- come back so we can get you properly sorted out.” He pleads. 

“I don't care.” 

“Dont do anything you will regret.” he tries. 

You look down, your center of balance is off. Your girth is hanging open, you're missing a lot of equipment honestly. It's not worth running Rmel to the ground to prove a point. You fly in silence for 10 minutes before you stop. 

“Just you.” you mumble. “I don't want anyone else to see me.”

He smiles. “Then no one will. You have my word.”

Silently you follow Hiccup back to the edge, landing back to your hut. 

—-

You work in silence refitting your saddle, tying your knots and double checking everything. Toothless is half asleep while Rmel fights off his own exhaustion. All the patrolling has really given him a run for his money. 

Hiccup is on the other side of him, fitting a satchel to his underbelly. 

You can't leave now, you risk him falling out of the sky. 

“Hiccup, stop. I can't leave now.” you mumble softly. 

He looks up at you so tenderly it's as if you're the moon. Shining his way.  “Okay.” 

So he helps you take everything off. Setting it in the corner and letting Rmel go to bed. “I should take Toothless to bed.” 

“Come back after?”

He perks up.” I will.” 

—-

He comes back as promised. Sitting in your one chair while you sit criss-cross in yours, now in your pjs. 

“What made you change your mind?” he picks at his fingers. 

“Rmel, you. He’s in no shape to fly all the way home. I would be cruel to ask him that.” 

He hums, “You don't owe me an explanation, but why do you need to go back?” 

“I need to go back to get married, Hiccup.”

Silence. 

“It’s my duty to my people. You understand as the son of the chief. Our roles are so much different to everyone around us. And mine is to marry well. To bridge gaps through alliances. I have studied my whole life for this, and I finally feel ready to actually do it.”

You bite back the feeling of a lie. 

You escaped the first engagement, your intention was to stay here. Far away from where anyone could find you. But with news of a brewing war between your home and that of your ex fiance, you are the only hope to end the budding violence. 

You crave freedom more than you can ever express. And you got it with Rmel, but as everything in this life, it costs a price. A hefty one of war. You can not live while your home becomes painted in bloodshed. All because you wanted something more. You wanted to be selfish. 

The neighboring prince is pig-headed, stubborn, with very little interests outside of ruling. But if it means saving your people then so be it. You were promised to him and you ran. Now you answer to war. 

“That's not the real reason is it?” he whispers. 

You look away. “What is it to you?”

“I care about you. You've been here for just about a year you think I'd just let you loose without trying to understand.”

You sigh. “It's complicated.”

“Everything in life is.” he tries, getting up and taking a seat right next to you. Hand on your knee. He’s warm, radiating heat that feels closer to the feeling of sunbathing on a cool fall day. Closer to the one you've been chasing. 

“I’ll tell you about it some time.” you rest a hand on top of his, smiling softly.  “Thank you Hiccup. Really.” you give him a chast kiss on the cheek. And he blooms pink like a tulip in May. 

“Of course. I'll let you sleep.” he slips out of your door and you try to sleep. But your worst fear is coming true. Falling for another while on your way to go home and get married to end a possible war. 

What a life you live. 

—-

You tell Hiccup, you tell him everything. It becomes too much. 

“I have to go back. Too many will die and it will be on my hands.” You confess, huddled in the corner of his room. 

“How do you know it's true?” his face is grim, hand on your shoulder while you pour your heart out. 

“I have an inside man, my cousin who's been keeping in correspondence.”

“And you trust him?” 

“With my life.” 

Hiccup shakes his head, “verify the information before you leave. Any can be a trap. Trust me.”

“How? Go all the way there to see if it's a war and then come back?” your shoulders sag, eyes narrowing. 

“No. We’ll ask Johan. He’s been south.” 

Johan. Oh you know him. Who doesn't. 

—-

“Ah Princ-”

“Oh Johan, so good to see you too!” you interrupt him with a glare. 

He sighs. “Yes, very good to see you, this far north.” 

The other riders and Berkians are busy looking through his ship while you and Hiccup look for answers. 

“Any news from down south?” you ask. 

“Same old same old. Your father is furious at you leaving. But he’s sort of adopted a policy where you don't exist.” he strokes his beard thoughtfully. 

“Thats nice. And the war?” 

He blinks. “War. What war? With the mosquitos sure. But no bloodshed on that side of the sea as far as I know.” 

“Are you absolutely sure Johan?” Hiccup stresses. 

“Master Hiccup, what would I gain by lying? The young woman seeks to stay in Berk, that is her business. I continue my trade through her sea ports nonetheless.” 

—

Hiccup takes you for a ride with him, to clear your mind and give Rmel a break. 

“You know, when I first started flying I had this little cheat sheet for his tail.” he tells you fondly. 

You hum, arms wrapped around him and face pressed into his back. “How many times did you crash?”

“Honestly not that many. could have been way worse but we sorta just I don't know- clicked.”

“I knew Rmel since he was a weee hatchling. He used to play in our garden before he got too big.” you chuckle. 

“Yeah? I wonder what Toothless looked like as a baby.” Toothless whines at the mention of his name, shaking his head. 

“Hmm prolly a small little guy, less spines. Soft.” 

“Sounds about right.” he chuckles softly. 

“Knowing him for that long made it much easier to ride him. I was a friend.”

“Cant say the same for us.” he clicks his tongue.  “I shot him out of the sky.” he mutters. 

“Oh I've heard. Quite the coming of age story.” you tease. 

You feel him laugh, “that it is. What was yours? Coming of age story.”

“This is.”

He brings a hand to cup yours, letting Toothless cruise through the clouds with ease. Bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss. You're only making it worse for yourself. 

—--

“I have to go see for myself.” you tell Hiccup. 

He lets you go. Even though he knows if it is true, you won't come back. He helps you pack up, fingers brushing against yours and you tie your leather together. Buckling pieces and looping knots. 

“Thank you for everything Hiccup. If I don't come back-”

“Dont say that. Have faith.” He stops you before you can finish, holding your hands. 

“Do you?” you look at him, eyes searching his.

“I do.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You part, looking into his eyes for the last time before you are set for the skies. For a home you fear will never be as you left it. 

—--

As your oasis town comes into view your heart drops in anticipation of the worst, but in the end you were right after all. It isn't the same, it will never be. 

The father you once treasured more than life itself tries to shoot you out of the sky the moment you are seen in the clouds. Standing from his perch on a watch tower commanding legions of the men who were sworn royal to you, now raising their arrows into the sky, right at you. That's okay. 

You manage to make it to your cousin's home. It's empty save for a few scrolls. When you open them your heart drops. 

His handwriting has been copied, word for word letter for letter. They've found out he was speaking to you. There lies a single note on the wall, marked with the nickname he used for you growing up. 

To my little princess. If you're reading this it means I too have long left. I will find you, do not fear. But your search for freedom has inspired more than you know. Until next time, little dragon.  

And Johan's words are confirmed. There is no war. It was all to get you back. It’s time to go back to the home you've been building. 

“Youre not my daughter you hear me! You're a pathetic excuse for a princess!” Your father roars, shooting any kind of weapon he can get his hands on. You only smile. Looking down at the people, safe and sound. Going about their days, even if their minds have been filled with hatred for you. It will heal in due time. 

Your brother, the oldest prince will take the throne, your sister will mary, and you will become like a phantom. Only spoken of on occasions that deem it a necessity. But your family has chosen their side. And it is not with you. 

You will never be a princess again. Gone are the days of lavish nights and slow mornings. Your wealth is reduced to nothing more than what you can carry. Once smooth hands now replaced with callused ones from holding reigns for hours on end. 

A completely reimagined version of yourself. One that dares to take what you yearn for.  Something that was almost taken from you. 

You hope the neighboring prince is having a horrible day. 

It's time to head back. After Rmel gets his fill of desert sand of course. 

—

You come back to the edge 4 months after you first left. Lights on and everyone is home for dinner. Perfect. 

A dramatic dismount is in order, diving from the sky and shooting a few shots. Heads peek out and shouting before it dissolves into shouts of joy, of cheers. 

“Miss me?” you don't have a second more to speak before everyone piles onto you for a hug. 

“Oh thank thor.” Hiccup sighs when you manage to break away from the pile. 

You laugh, loud and bright. “No war after all.” you hum. 

He kisses your lips, slotting them against yours as you hold into his arms desperately. You get a few fake gags but you only roll your eyes. It's good to be back. 

[ssivinee]

「 Lovesick 」

n. kazuha x le sserafim ! f reader ✎𓂃 Between you and your girlfriend, you've always been the caregiver type. You could never resist anything about Kazuha, even when your unaware of what you've done to hurt her feelings.

word count ! 1.6 k

requested ! hiii can i request something ab sub!Zuha? Doesn’t matter if it’s smut or fluff you can do whatever you’d like :))

author's note ! needed a break from the long fics and smut rq yall- I also apologize to the anon that sent me this like months ago AND I ONLY GOT TO IT NOW IM SO SRRY.

This is also fluff... don't be fooled :>

“I don’t understand why he likes bullying me!” 

You side-eye where the voice comes from, a look that annoys Chaewon to the point she throws the first things she touches beside her. Thankfully, it was only a pillow, and you dodged it smoothly, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Shiro bullies me enough, I don’t need you adding onto it,” she pouts, and a burst of laughter escapes your mouth, knowing well how much the dog antagonized her. “Rei got along well by training with him, so maybe it’s just his love language for you, unnie,” Yunjin voices while reading her book. 

Chaewon watches you nod in agreement, knowing it was just to annoy her, and she almost throws another item at you. Scared for your face, you shield up with your forearms in the hope of lessening the damage until you hear Kazuha coming into the living room from the hallway.

“Can we not try to kill her?” Chaewon looks offended at the younger as she sits down beside you, beginning to cuddle up into your side. “Yah! She’s the one that’s gonna kill me!”

You feel Kazuha just shake her head against you, your legs crossed underneath the soft blanket, you lean back to make sure she is comfortable. Looking down, her eyes look soft, gazing up at you with the usual warm smile she gave.

“Don’t get all lovey-dovey now,” Chaewon groans, voicing some annoyance. Someone clearly wasn’t in the best mood today. Probably because of the practice, which was definitely mentally and physically exhausting.

“Oh, c’mon, unnie. Don’t be a hater now,” You voice in a more innocent way, Yunjin tilting her head quickly in agreement before going back to her book once more. Chaewon visibly rolls her eyes, bunching up the blanket in her arms as she begins to make her way to her room.

You were a tiny bit worried that you may have pissed her off but she erases any worry when you hear her yell down the hallway, “None of you stay up super late please!”

There was a collective yes from before everyone heard the door click shut. “Does Mary die in this book?” Yunjin asks in English, and you turn your head, giving her a look. “I told you I wouldn’t spoil it for you,” she told her right back in English.

Having hyped her enough and actually putting her into the story, you told the fellow Korean-American that you would keep it spoiler-free. Yet the anticipation of Yunjin knowing you knew the ending had her all jittery.

“I just wanna know~” She whines, making you chuckle at the way she flails around with the book in one hand. “You want some tea?” Asking her as you got up from your seat, shifting Kazuha off slowly, who looks at you with soft eyes that you didn’t catch.

“I’m down,” she answered with eyes trailing across a page of her book. “Babe?” You ask, looking up a bit while heating up some water in the electric kettle. You only see her nodding before looking back at the TV to watch the show.

Catching how she gave you less attention than usual, you could tell something was bugging her, but you weren’t about to expose any problems in front of Yunjin. “Hibiscus?”

“Make it the blossom version, please?”

You nod, and take out one packet, then take out two packets of a Mango Cintron tea that you and Zuha both liked. Beginning to take out the three mugs, you placed them on the counter and began to rip each packet one by one to place the tea bags in.

“Make mine peppermint,” Kazuha voices, her attention not leaving the TV as you stared at her. Now you were sure something was wrong.

Your girlfriend was the type to follow you around everywhere when possible, cuddle into you at any point, and copy your food or drinks, so the change in tea flavor had gears turning in your head. Without any context, your brows furrow together, and you begin to scratch the back of your head.

Kazuha could feel how your eyes would glance at her every now and then while you waited behind the counter. A pout begins to form on her lips again while she feels your stare, a sigh escaping her lips.

After a few minutes, the ding of the kettle brings you out of your thoughts. You pour the hot water all the way for you and Yunjin, then leave some space for milk, the way Kazuha likes it.

No sugar for the older ones, then two small spoons of sugar for the younger, and you stir all three. You made sure you gave Kazuha’s tea first, then went to grab yours and Yunjin so you could sit back next to her.

But when you go back to your seat, stirring the spoon while holding the mug with one hand, Kazuha doesn’t even look at you. She keeps her eyes to the front, and you had a lot of patience… not when it comes to Zuha while she’s acting like this.

Yunjin put down her book, focusing on the show so she could properly drink her tea. You could barely even focus on anything, just staring at the back of your girlfriend's head while sipping slowly on the hot tea. 

The room only being filled with the sounds of the television made you want to bash your head against the wall. Maybe tea was a bad idea, but you wouldn’t have known that unless you actually made the tea.

Kazuha gets up from the couch to put her dishes in the sink. She usually comes back quickly, just so all the dishes can be done at once. 

With the sound of the faucet turning on, your head whips to the left, staring at her, very confused, as she begins scrubbing away at her mug. You glance quickly at Yunjin, who was already giving you a look, trying to hide her own suspicious face behind her large mug while sipping on the tea.

‘You better fix whatever you did,’ she mouthed towards you, and your eyes fell down to your lap. Shaking your head and trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly done this time, Kazuha leaves both of you and heads into her room.

You're left gobsmacked in the living room, Yunjin laughing at your mouth agape at the younger's actions. “Seems like you're in trouble~,” she teased in a quiet voice, making sure nothing upset Kazuha more. Flicking her off with an eyeroll, she cackles again as you leave her to head into Kazuha’s room.

As you enter, you shut the door behind you and lean on it to find her scrolling on her phone while lying on her pillow. The way she doesn’t even look your way made you a little sad. “Are Sakura-unnie and Eunchae not looking for you?”

“No, we agreed I’d spend the night here,” She hears you shuffle over after you answer, feeling the edge of her bed sinking down to the right. 

“Can you tell me what I’ve done wrong?” You asked woefully. Now the sadness in your voice makes her peak up, seeing how your brows tilted up while the frown on your face began to show.

You hear the click of her phone, shutting it off as she places it down beside her. “You didn’t even pay attention to me. Just Yunjin-unnie and Chaewon-unnie, you also know how I feel when the two of you speak English with me in the room.”

The way her head falls, hanging low, with a gloomy look on her face, as she fiddles with her fingers. Your eyes soften at the way she basically expressed feeling left out, and you take her hand into yours.

“I didn’t mean for my actions to come off that way. I’m sorry, angel.” You stare as she looks up, tears pooling in her eyes, and you pout at the look. Moving forward a bit, shifting your weight on the bed, you give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Chaewon unnie just hasn’t been in a good mood, so I’ve been teasing her a bit, then Yunjin asked me something and I responded in English out of reflex,” you admitted, wanting to explain yourself, but then shook your head. “Doesn’t matter, I’m just sorry.”

“It would’ve just been nice to be included,” you nod, understanding what she meant. It’s a valid way to feel, and it crushed you to even see her this way.

“Cuddle buddy?” You ask, arms reaching out to help her giggle, blinking the tears away. You lay beside her, head on your chest, as you combed your fingers through her hair. Even giving her kisses on her forehead as you hummed a tune.

“You know I love you, right?” Asking her and she looks up at her, her large doe-like eyes that made you swoon easily for her.

“Of course, and I love you too.”

“Good,” the response makes Kazuha giggle as you begin to squeeze her in a hug and roll her on top of you. “I would never do anything to make you sad on purpose,” you expose yourself, but the younger knew that already. “I know that, baby.”

“I would never want you to cry because of me.”

“I’m aware,” her heart began beating fast from all your words. You had a way with words that just made her fall in love with you over and over again.

“I would beat myself up for it, angel,” she taps your face lightly with the tip of your fingers, as if she were slapping you, and you let out a tiny gasp, acting offended. “You did not,” asking a bit appalled. 

Your girlfriend giggles, sitting up on your lap, and begins peppering your face with kisses. Then, leaning back down, straddling your thighs as she laid her head on your chest.

“Sorry for being sensitive.”

She feels you shake your head above her head, patting her back in comfort with another kiss on the head. 

“Don’t ever apologize for being you.”

[milk-is-stable]

NUMBER 16 WITH THOMAS SR AND GEMMA FROM THE ENIGMA OF THE HIGH VISIONARY IM BEGGINGGGG not forced though... I am just a little excited

Dialogue Prompts - send me an ask and I'll write a drabble

16: "Tell me the truth." "I am!" "...THEN LIE TO ME!"

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"Are you leaving?" Gemma asked, staring as her husband haphazardly shoved clothes into his suitcase.

"Yes!" Thomas said. His movements had a frantic energy to them that Gemma had never seen from him before. "I have to...I have to go so I can become better..."

"Go? Go where? Thomas, please, just talk to me," Gemma begged, reaching for him, but he shrugged away from her grasp.

"The High Visionary said you'd try to stop me," he said. He looked at her, his face twisting in disgust. "He said you wouldn't understand. But you won't stop me! I'm going to have the Vision!"

"What? Thomas, you're not making any sense...is it another woman, is that it? And you're trying to hide behind all this...this visionary talk? Just tell me the truth!"

"I AM!" Thomas shouted, and Gemma took a step back, staring at him in horror.

In all their years together, she had never once heard him raise his voice at anyone. Not at her, not at their little one, not even at strangers when they cut him off in traffic or seagulls when they stole his chips at the beach.

"You have to understand, Gemma," Thomas continued, his voice taking on a manic edge. "You said I needed help, and I've found it. The High Visionary is going to mold me, make me into something better than what I am, and then I can come back and show you a new way and our family will be perfect, can't you see? That's the truth!"

Gemma shook her head, taking another step away from the man who she used to know, who used to be her husband.

"If that's the truth, then lie to me," she said, her voice shaking. "Tell me that you just can't do it anymore, or that there really is another woman, or that you're going to stay and work through this with me, little Thomas is only three, he needs you, you can't do this, please..."

Tears welled in her eyes unbidden, but Thomas appeared not to even notice as he finished packing.

"You'll see," he said, though he didn't even look at her as he spoke. He took his bag outside, where a black car was waiting for him. "I'll see with the Vision, and then you'll see. You'll all see."

"What am I supposed to tell Thomas?" Gemma called after him, desperate, and her husband hesitated.

He looked up and met her eyes, and for a moment she caught a glimpse of the man she'd fallen in love with, the man who was so nervous to have a baby yet so proud to be a father, the man who'd held her hands and looked her in the eyes and promised her forever, for better or for worse.

"Tell him that I found something better," he said, then he got into the car and vanished, leaving Gemma completely, utterly alone.

[azonewithu]

Ha ha ha. Im on a way higher level the highest of all thays ehybits do wady gir me yo kill yhe peopke upu kniw Jenna. Film prople are like ttolld to je yhey live under a bridge and font really actualky exist on the traditionsl sense. Id murelize anyone you could name. If i jump out yhose know nothi g fuckn lossrs eould stick to the ceiling like a cat in the old cartoons. If bsby or bavy sesls atent game shd afraid of getting clubbed i dont see an actor sny of them doing much better. I laugh ewhennpeopke say that fag might witk for the cia. That majes me laugh. Because thise fuckn iunk ass agents olsre bigger pussy ass bicues than anuone. What kibd of hated by God goof foes that shot for a livibg? No obe who can fight me or death thats who. My nuts, the inelligence communities face. Ha ha ha ha. Thats a tv show. In reality nobe of yhise people are very intlugent. You just have to be a fuckn asshole yo work gor them ie a think tank. Think tanks aibt worth shot ask the rand corporation. They dont got the kind pf experience yo thinknpropwrly. And money that can only get you do far on my earth. Ruch people are usually twats i like making fun if thrm snd i teach yhem tgey sint fuckn shot kn my earth. The chief asks ne roo ill show up snd kill anyone steangle them with piano. I dobt lust after money like mist pissant smericabs. Modt of your peolle are pissants to me thats the category they exist in in Gods eyes. Shes a shiller not a chiller like you abd Emma. But i like her anyway. I judge those others more harshly because they dont really try. But the kind if people ypu know i taught them a serious lesson yet agsin they better fucon lisyen better this tine. What ate stupud dlfuxkn kunk lol assholes like rudd that fuckn goof doesnt think i eont hint hom doen like a rabid dog and blow hos brains out with a high powered rofke i can any day i want to. If i thought his stupid ass was worry a bylket hed be dead already. Hes a good tell hom i said so. Youre ok kid shes nit exactly lije you assholes she just thought shecwas for a mibute. You got that keaton. Dean keaton im the Kaiser. Ha ha ha what time ya got now? You sure you know what tine it is or was. Fuckn religio fuck off mother fucker you. You americans are fuckn stupid. Which one of you wanna duel me for your name? Because assholes from you nation i think your nane is mud now. People dont trust your people or opinions as much as they do mine. Just like in the ghan you got best the fuck sensrless by ne. You got landed zero shots to my 1000 in a row keaton.ha ha ha. Holy youre a punk ass bitch batman. Youre making ke laugh with your pathetic wrath. Look at mine. Ha ha h. Im sorry Jenna these fuxon losers pucked the fight with me and got beaten up mercilessly. Dont ever puck a fight with Azriel again. She likes me better because shes a curious gotl and far more interesting mud puddle man. Anyone ftom Csli? Texas aint in the mood or shape for more fighting. They got some partying to do i stead keaton. Ha ha ha.fuck with the Angel of Death mother fucker you rwligio fucks think its possible. We set both sudes up Gid does nit like you people as uou can tell by the weekends events keaton. Youvlike dueling keaton? Hows your son doing how about him? Hey sean sndll s you like dueling american? I think guys with small dicks make big deal about little cars. None of them can handle the horsepower and end up in the wall anyway. I think this pkanets doomed your kids aint got no fuckn future like this anyway. People who ate not at all intellugent need all this crap. We need to stop burninf the fossil fuels and a law gets enacted eventualky. Restricting wverything. Uh we need to gwt on these electric vehickes and outlaw thw combustion engine. Anyone who doesnt understand that texas youre an enemy of God if you say otherwise, pray to Jesus all you want it does absolutely fuck all. That nane wont protect you from me. Because im way higher on the totem pole thats why who wants to duel over this fact. So far all i hear is crickets when i ask that. Youre notbwilling to atick up for Jesus?

Jenna Ortega

[jerrysghostwriter]

"Not Quite" mine

NSFW/MDNI vessel x reader friends to lovers I was sleep deprived writing this i apologize

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He was avoiding you again. something that seemed to accur often the past few months before he decided you were friends again.

Though not with silence, the man that was closer to a deity rather than a human being thrived in silence, basked in it. 

This wasn't silence but instead a cagey, volatile stillness he had adopted, something he had never pointed at you.

 Vessel had been your friend for years, ever since you had come across him in the woods at night, seemingly singing to the trees. He has a beautiful voice, ethereal even. though the sight was frightening at three in the morning, a tall lanky, admittedly beautiful, man singing into nothingness while painted in an oil spill black was not something you ever thought you would come across. 

His behavior now, you had seen before. In a green room after a long performance, on stage, when he came off drenched in sweat, his paint running and his chest heaving. His hands would tremble, his fingers playing notes no one knew but himself, He vibrated with something that wasn't quite adrenaline, although that's how all things were with him, “not quite”. 

Truthfully its how you thought of him, “not quite” normal, “not quite” just a friend, “not quite” yours. Not yet anyways.

—--

It started after the show. The venue had emptied out, crowds of people leaving, carrying waves of emotion and adrenaline with them. The others were already in the van, leaving you and vessel to wrap up the last of your business here. Truthfully he hadnt done anything since coming off stage, he’d just stood there with those shaky hands and a thousand yard stare.

You tried to be understanding of how much a show could take out of him but the tension was suffocating.

“You good?” you asked looking over your shoulder at him

There was a slight pause before he eventually answered “Dont do that.”

“Do what?” you asked, turning around to face him, confused as to what you could have done to place that hint of irritation in his voice, an odd sound from the melodic man you know.

“Talk to me like that, like im fragile, breakable” His voice came out harsh. Teeth clenched and eyes tight.

You blinked, thrown off by the sudden volume of his voice. “Im not-”

“You think i dont see it?” he snarled, stepping closer to you “you look at me like i'm some wounded animal, like you must think i need to be fixed” 

You cross your arms as your face and heart contorted at his words, beginning to lose your own temper “No. I look at you like I give a shit. There's a difference vessel.”

That seemed to shut him up, for a moment at least.

He bit out a laugh, sharp and bitter, something that didn't suit him at all. “You have no idea what i am” 

“Then tell me” you stepped closer to him, angry at his words but concerned at this turn of conversation “tell me what you are”

He ripped his mask off.

Not carefully like he usually handled things, roughly he ripped it away as if its touch burned his skin.

You were shocked, staring at the mask that lay on the floor across the green room, your brain taking a moment to catch up and realize he was revealing himself to you. In your years of friendship you had only seen the one glimpse of his face, hidden by shadows and contorted by moonlight.

His hair was soaked, his jaw clenched so tight you could see every movement, every clinch and grind of his teeth. His eyes, already looking down as you focused your attention on them, the green so vibrant, amplified by the emotions hidden behind them. 

“Im a lie,” he hissed. Still looking at the ground almost ashamedly. His ever playing hands finally still, limp at his sides as he seemed to slump in on his self. “ Im a fucking costume stitched together by worship and that stage that feels more and more like a prison. I am not someone who gets to want and im surely not someone who gets to love.”

His voice broke on the last word, the sound sending a crack through your heart.

But he kept going. “You think you know me? Like we are two people waiting to admit feelings, fall into bed and piece together broken fractions of one another? We arent. Its a mistake. A temptation, if i gave into it id lose it all.”

He finally met your eyes, his nearly filled with tears as you shed your own, his words hurt. You never spoke of your feelings for him, refused out of insecurity and fear. To hear him deny his own. To hear what he believes is a mistake will never leave the hollows of your heart.

You swallowed the emotions down, trying to keep your voice steady “ and if you keep running? Refusing to give in? What do you have left?”

He stared at you, just stared, chest heaving like he just fought some kind of battle, maybe internally he had.

“I had a dream” he finally whispered, eyes locked onto yours. “You touched me, not carelessly, not like a friend, you touched me with reverence. You said my name, and i woke up with yours on my tongue like a fucking prayer.”

You didnt say anything to his confession. You didnt have to.

Those words, that admittance was the shattering crack in the dam, the one that caused the flood. And he knew it.

He took a step toward you, then another. That ‘not quite-ness’ was back in his stature. ‘Not quite’ human, was your thought as he made his way directly in front of you, close enough you felt the heat radiating off of him.

“Your not supposed to care about me” he said, angry, terrified, “ your not allowed to. And im not supposed to feel like this. Not about you.”

Your reply was soft, though the defiance could be heard a mile away. “But you do.”

His breath came faster, his hands beginning to twitch again, as if he couldn't decide whether to grab you or push you away.

“I see the way you look at me” you said “I feel it, every time you pull back. Each time you put distance between us. But it's too late,Ves, you're already mine.”

That undid him.

The kiss wasn't sweet, it wasn't careful.

It was a collision, an act of desperation, of anger. He kissed you as if he hated himself for it, as if he wanted to hide and bury himself so deep into the kiss he wouldnt have to face his emotions. But you knew him better than he thought.

You wouldn't let him hide. 

You grabbed him by one of his pretty little necklaces and forced him to the couch, settling in his lap as you did so, leaving him breathless. Stunned. Moving quickly as to keep him out of his head, keep him in the moment you began to leave small pecks across his face, letting your handles travel the expanse of his chest and shoulders.

“You always act like your in control, but i know better” you murmured against his jaw, leaving soft kisses in your path to his ear “let me take it from you”

His hands gripped your thighs, not to stop you, but to feel you. His head tipped back as you worked your way down his neck, and when you dragged your nails down his chest he shuddered. Feeling him hold back from you, you grabbed his jaw and brought his eyes to your own, the green shade so stark against his skin. 

“Vessel, Let me take care of you” At your actions the stoic cryptid man you had known let out a whimper. he whimpered. The barely restrained kind you had dreamed of falling from his lips, the kind that left the man with pink tinged cheeks. Then he nodded, frantic and small, finally giving into you as you felt him relax, the tension leaving his body, his pleasure left in your hands.

You began to slide your hands along his sides, all the way up until you could slip his robe down his shoulders. His breath hitched as you leaned back to appreciate his body, lithe and lean but clearly strong, his skin was hot, flushed red and his chest rising and falling heavily as he stared at you as if embarrassed. 

“You're so quiet now” you spoke with care, but confidence. You were in charge now and he knew it. Your fingers traced down his chest to his hip bone, leaving goosebumps in your wake. “ where'd all that fight go, hm?” 

His eyes darted away, the pink coloring his cheeks glowing brighter. “ I- I dont..” he couldnt finish. Couldn't form words with the way your nails scratched lightly across his skin.

But his hips shifted into your touch, seeking out more.

He wanted this, needed it.

“You dont have to talk,” you said gently, leaning down to speak against the shell of his ear. “Just let me hear those pretty sounds, love” 

That made him whimper again, so soft you could have missed it.

You slid down his body, slow, watching him grow needier the more your skin brushed against his own. When your hands brushed over the bulge in his pants, his hips bucked and he nearly choked on his own breath. One arm flying to cover his face, like he could hide how he was falling apart by your hands.

“So sensitive..” you teased, palming him through the thin fabric.

A strangled sound left his throat, part whine and part gasp, perhaps more beautiful than his singing. His thighs tensed beneath you, his knees falling apart as you touched him, surrendering to you. He was already hard, twitching under your touch and trying his best to keep those little sounds to himself.

“Oh no,” you said softly, mock concern lacing your voice. “Don't hold back now, you put on a show with that voice every night, what about me?” you teased “ let me hear what i do to you”

His face burned crimson yet he let another gasp slip.

When you pulled back the waistband of his pants and slipped your hand inside, he bucked up with a moan he tried, and failed, to swallow.

“Fuck” he hissed, covering his mouth with the back of his hands, eyes nearly squeezed shut. “I'm sorry-”

“Don't you dare apologize for that” you snapped gently, pumping him slowly, watching every twitch of his face. “You sound beautiful like this. Desperate. Needy.”

He let out another sound, nearly a mewl, much louder than he dared to before and you watched his entire body react. His chest arching, hips rolling into your fist, his free hand clutching the couch cushion like he needed an anchor.

“You've been so good for so long” you spoke, your voice taking on a sweet but sensual note “hiding this, burying how bad you needed this, look at you now.”

He peeked over his fingers, looking down at you as you brought your hand up to place his back against his side. His eyes were glazed over, lips trembling.

“Please” he whispered.

You smiled “please what, love?” 

You watched his throat work hard around the words, “please.. Don't stop”

You didn't. 

You continued to stroke him as you began to kiss down his stomach, following the little trail below his navel, watching him shiver. He made a broken noise when your tongue flicked out to catch a bead of sweat that had nearly rolled beneath his waistband.. Though it was nothing to the long moan he let out as you relieved him of his pants and brought him into your mouth, slow, deep, teasing him along the way. 

His hand flew to your hair, not to push or guide you, no he wouldn't, just to hold like he needed grounding. 

You let off with a wet pop and light kitten licks before looking up at him, “ you gonna be good for me?” He nodded frantically, biting his fist to keep from begging like a dog but when your hand massaged the base of him and you took his length back into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks, he cried out. Eyes squeezing shut, back arching off the couch. 

You pulled off just long enough to murmur, “look at you. Coming undone from just a little attention. You've wanted this for so long haven't you?” 

You could see he was starting to slip back into his thoughts, wanting to keep him with you, you knew you might have to push a bit harder, though always watching for his discomfort

When he took to long to answer you let a slap land in his inner thigh, not harsh but enough to leave a bit of redness on the tender, pale skin.

“Y-yes” he stammered out, “fuck. Yes, I-” another moan, this one more helpless than the last as you sucked him back down. 

He was a babbling mess by the time you kissed your way back up his chest, standing to strip yourself from your own clothes as he started to beg

“Please, please i need m-more” he whined, begging for your touch, thighs trembling, head swollen and the base of him stained with your perfect red shade of lipstick. His cock still twitching and sensitive. 

You straddled him, lifting yourself just enough to let his length sit heavy against your folds, but you don't sink down, not yet.

His eyes fluttered, already glassy with need. “Please,” he whispered

You wrapped one hand around his throat.

Not hard, just enough pressure to make him shudder beneath you, eyes wide and panting. “Shhh,” you whispered, dragging your thumb over his jaw, “you don't get to ask for anything yet”

His hands twitched where they rested at his sides, like he wanted to touch you, but he knew better. You rolled your hips slowly against him, letting the head of his cock catch just barely at your entrance before pulling back up.

His breath hitched and he let out a needy, desperate mewl.

“ you wanna touch me?” you spoke, looking down at his pleading eyes.

 He nodded, his lips parted, trying to breathe through the heat between you.

“Then beg for it”

“Please,” he said instantly, his shy demeanor gone, not a moment's hesitation. The word tumbled from his mouth, “please, i want to, i need to, i'll be good. I'll be so good please let me touch you, i'll do anything” he babbled on “just please”

“Anything?” you purred, grinding down enough that he could feel your wetness coat his length, adding just a bit more pressure to your grip on his neck. He knew you were ready, he could feel it, but you weren't going to give him what he wanted just yet.

“Y-yes anything. please , i need you- i can't- i need you so bad it hurts..’ he sobbed, beautiful as he begged and cried for the pleasure of touching me.

Finally before he could continue, you sunk down onto him. Slow and deep, his eyes nearly rolled back into his head and the sound he made would never leave the reveries of your mind, a sound of half relief, half torture. His hand flew to your hip but you slapped it away.

You pressed your hand tighter to his throat, wanting to push him further

“Good boys dont touch without permission”

He whimpered, hips jerking up but you pushed him back down, pinning him beneath you.

“Keep your hands where they are” you ordered, voice sharp and commanding, you changed your pace, riding him with fast, deep, controlled thrusts. “Let me use you”

He nodded, mouth hanging open, voice long gone. Nothing but gasps and broken pleas on the edge of a moan as you rode him harder, your other hand sliding underneath his jaw to keep his eyes on you. 

“Look at me” you snapped “i want you to watch me ruin you” 

His eyes locked onto yours, desperate, owned.

“You feel how wet you make me?” you hissed slamming down against his hips “this is what you do to me, and you think you get to hide away?” 

He shook his head quickly, tears streaming down his face “n-no please, ill never- fuck im sorry- ill never hide again, p-please im so close”

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing his ear, “you don't come unless i say”

He whimpered again a broken “y-yes ma'am” falling from his lips, the very words could have made you combust on the spot. His hips tensed under you, hips stuttering. 

And you smiled,

Because vessel, this ‘not quite’ cryptid, nearly untouchable man, was now yours.

Breaking, begging, worshipping.

Your pace changed, less punishing and more intentional, grinding down onto his lap and making his breath catch every time your skin meets. 

He was close. You could feel it in the way he trembled beneath you, choked on every gasp. “You gonna come for me, pretty boy?” you asked, dragging your nails through his hair “you think you earned it?” 

“Yes p-please” he begged “i need to, i-i cant”

You hummed tightening the grip on his throat, not to hurt him but to hold as you worked your hips in perfect circles “come for me, but keep your hands where they are”

His body seized beneath you as he registered your permission, he came shaking with his head thrown back, attempting to muffle his cries, his hips jerked, once, then twice before he went limp. But you didn't stop. 

You rolled your hips slower, letting him feel every aftershock, riding him through his orgasm. He whimpered again, his mouth parted like he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words.

You leaned over him, kissing his forehead before bringing his eyes back to yours “ you made such a mess, baby”

He nodded, shame and awe mixing in his features. 

“Do you want to clean it up?”

A pause. 

And then a shaky “yes.”

Your smile was cruel “then ask me”

“Please” he whispered, his voice rough and spent “please let me taste you. I want to- i want to clean you up,  please let me have it”

You climbed on his lap on shaky legs, his cum rolling down your thighs. He whimpered at the sight, shaking at how badly he needed to touch you.

You stood over him, one knee by his head on the couch, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tilting his head to look up at you “earn it”

He dove in with a groan that sounded like a thirsting man taking his first sip of water. Hsi tongue lapping greedily at your folds and cleaning up every bit of his own mess, his mouth was filthy, his tongue wet and hot against you. Eager as he made soft noises against you.

 He sucked your clit into his mouth, groaning when you moved above him, you saw the way his eyes fluttered shut, like he would love to drown in your taste, his hands still gripped the cushions, obeying your commands

“Good boy” you breathed, tightening the grip in his hair “make me come and maybe i'll let you touch me”

He whined desperately and redoubled his efforts, tongue thrusting, lips sucking and his nose brushing right against your clit until your thighs clenched around his face. You came with a cry of his name, grinding down onto his tongue, and he didn't stop, not even when your thighs threatened to crush his head.

When you pulled his head away he was dazed, his face covered in your evidence and his breaths coming in short. You leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself against his tongue “now you can touch”

He reached up and grabbed your hips, hands melding against them as he stared at you reverently. 

You ran your hands through his sweat drenched hair, slow and soothing, watching as he rested his forehead against your stomach and let his eyes fall closed.

“Hey” you whispered, thumb moving to brush his cheekbone “you okay, love”

He nodded, tired and spent. He turned his hand to your cheek like he was seeking your warmth “i..i've never” he mumbled finding his words “not like that, i didn't think i could”

You shushed him, lowering yourself back to his lap, not for more, but just to hold him, “you didn't do anything wrong” you murmured “you don't have to explain” 

“But i-” his voice cracked and that fracture in your heart grew “i sounded so- pathetic”

You pulled back enough to look into his eyes, caressing his swollen lips “you were perfect, that wasn't pathetic, vessel. That was honest, you don't have to be anything you're not with me, you don't have to wear a costume” he nodded again, more accepting now and cuddled into your warmth as you moved to lie down, nuzzling into your chest as you got comfortable. Content and pliant. 

“I've got you, all night if you need” 

“I do” he murmured against your skin “i really do” 

“Then we aren't going anywhere”

As he settled you realized you could scratch some of those “not quites” of your list

[arcade-confetti]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[ven0moir]

I really appreciate this perspective! I have a tendency to get very real life anxious about various theories and trying to figure out what's going to happen in the show. I often have to take a deep breath and step back in order to remind myself of these things.

noo honey!! I feel you!! I was there too for a while, if it helps, I've learned to identify that they want you to piece together clues to UNDERSTAND what happened THIS SEASON--and not that the clues FORESHADOW what will happen in S5.

it's a matter of reminding your brain that there WERE things about the characters that WERE confusing on purpose, but they want you looking into that.

the only thing I DO think leads to something in S5 is the whole birthdaygate/bychance thing ONLY because that was something we can connect back to S2 and everything, but even if there's something about it we're meant to understand, I don't think we're gonna be able to 'predict' anything.

But even with that, it's a matter of taking it easy and having fun with it / letting THEM guide you. Things and connections come to you easily when you're doing it for fun

Every one here brings their own unique perspectives and histories and personalities to the table so there will be endless insights and possibilities. And as wild and creative as everyone is, they are not the Duffer Brothers, who are the creators of this beloved story. We're never going to think exactly like them and know the final outcome.

you nailed it! It's helped me to remind my brain that when it comes to the show, I'm in 'learning mode', the Duffers are not expecting us to read their minds. I'm just trying to understand what THEY want me to understand, and learn from them. It's helped ease the stress, I just have to keep reminding myself of this!

but obviously theorizing is super valid and fun as hell and I DO think a lot of theories are onto something

Anyways, enough rambling. I need to now start obsessing over @cypherheartnokey and their illegal vice/Lonnie theory.

DID SHE POST IT YET? IM SAT

hey how do u feel abt noah saying that people should not get their hopes up for season 5 of stranger things? he didn’t specifically say anything abt it being byler related but idk - a lot of fans think of byler when they think of will and so im worried he was trying to like subtlety tell byler shippers to not get their hopes up

hi anon!

yes, i agree he was talking about bylers in that sentence--but I think in broad strokes. the most beloved byler theories ( flickergate, loverslake, wallgate, heroesgate, ud kiss, etc ) do not fit with the tone of the show, so they're very beloved, but noah himself once said that the fans are very creative ... yet wrong about everything.

that's why I do not even attempt to make "theories" about how Byler's kiss will happen or entertain that idea, its just wasted creativity bc they don't WANT you to know. Prediction theories will likely be wrong unless the Duffers WANT you to piece them together ( like how they said that they left enough clues IN VOLUME 2 for someone to piece together why the UD is frozen the day Will went missing. They wouldn't have said that IMO if they didn't want to encourage fans to figure it out. Otherwise it's sort of wasting your fan's time for no good reason ..? )

IF byler's endgame, chances are some of their storyline ( and Will's arc ) won't be satisfying to some of them ( *cough cough* I think you might know exactly what I'm talking about ) bc from everything they've said so far they ARE departing from this 'hopeless, martyr Will who suffers in silence and waits for Mike' vision that the fandom expects for him when it comes to his feelings for Mike. ( I have a friend who believes the 'choice' is mike's and mike's alone and Will is important but in his love life, he gets 0 say like let's be so fr here for a second. One thing I think Milevens are right about, that Bylers refuse to accept is that Will let go of his idea of being with Mike romantically in that van, and any hope he had left after that faded when Mike gave that speech to El and essentially locked them in as endgame in HIS eyes lmao )

and I personally would rather not have byler endgame than them literally removing the power of CHOICE from the character named Will ( power of CHOICE/Free Will/Will power ) in the season that is his coming of age and that has centered his sexuality and feelings for Mike so much.

That sounds like a genuine snooze fest

like GIVE ME THE SUPERNATURAL AS A REFLECTION OF HOW THEY START OFF S5. GIVE ME FULL ON QUEER HORROR

BUT I'LL BE RIDING THAT WAVE BABY I JUST KNOW I WILL PERSONALLY LOVE IT AND BE CHEERING WILL AND THE DUFFERS ON FOR THAT

I'm pretty sure some of this expectation of 'martyr Will' comes from some confusion over S4 El's arc being projected onto him, ( and that's totally fine! honestly I'm still understanding stuff myself but damn some people around here need to touch grass ) but that's why the most common version of Byler endgame that Byler fans are expecting/hoping for ( and the GA doesn't buy, mind you ) is basically a rewritten version of S4 Mileven.

"Leave the station, Nina. Don't keep waiting for a lover that won't return."

She also resisted Henry's influence and tried to reach him despite everything he's done--much like how she reached Billy in S3. She's been coded as an angel, a Jesus figure, El literally means God, etc. SHE'S MY DAUGHTER I LOVE HER SM I'm scared for her ending the most omfg

I have the awful feeling she'll experience a metaphorical death ( like, staying in the UD and transforming it as the gatekeeper I SO HOPE IM WRONG PLEASE I HOPE THIS IS DUE TO MY LACK OF UNDERSTANDING STILL and not bc they will really do that to her hhh )

Will? imo Will's being set up to go batshit unhinged and reckless and careless and fucking up as he figures himself out and tbh so far, everything they've said falls in line nicely with what I was HOPING for.

thank GOODNESS

And whereas I do not believe for ONE second the Duffers are perfect ( thank god, perfection is so boring and artificial ) I AM choosing to trust they're choosing to be brave and genuinely love their show. The fact people on both sides will be pissed/triggered due to some of their writing choices I think will just be an unfortunate consequence. Sometimes we forget these guys are not rocket scientists and at the end of the day, they're DnD nerds who love their play. If you're not having fun analyzing, chances are you're not approaching it the right way since both DnD and the show are about community and connection. It's inherently what makes them both fun.

I already went through my "acceptance arc" where I internalized that I do not write this show and have 0 say in its outcome. I definitely recommend others do the same and be prepared for whatever happens bc we've put a lot of emotional investment into the show, and that's okay, we're in this together, but we gotta make sure we're prioritizing our mental well-being and I do worry about some Bylers in the tag ( I have been for a few years ... especially after the reactions I saw during that Bychance / Byler "Civil War" .... yikes )

but yeah let me know if any of this makes sense / share your thoughts!!! they'd be cool to know <3

[faemytho]

truthless recluse approaches deceit the same way he approaches truth - with COMPASSION.

he's trying to keep everyone from getting hurt, because the truth hurts.

but the sage doesn't care about if cookies get hurt or not. because they don't actually care about him so why should he care about them?

smilk gave people the chance to know him when he was the sage, but, after that one single question they asked him, the cookies decided to never pry again. and we know shadow milk is lonely, that he's driven by loneliness. this is why!!! what was he supposed to do???

he gave them their chances to know him, but they never took it. so he stopped offering chances at all, and fed them into the maw of the cruel truth.

and that's the difference between pure vanilla and shadow milk, no matter which path either of them are on.

the truthless recluse pushes cookies away from the cruel truth, while the sage of truth encourages them to seek out what he knows will hurt them.

because pure vanilla will always care. and shadow milk can't ever find a reason to.

[weekdaysend]

My SentOpLita 1AM relationship chart I did not think I'd be psycho-analyzing this dynamic as much as I thought I would..

[ysaefinn]

Pre-relationship Suguru dreams of doing your everything shower for with you

Hair masks, dry brushing, hot oil treatments

He craves that level of intimacy soooooo bad, he’s coo coo, he’s bouncing off the walls with the need to rub lotion, oils, and butters into your skin

He wants to do your nails, rub your feet, message you head to toe

He sighs and swoons at the thought of making an at home spy for you where he takes care of everything, complete with hot towels, silk robes, and a full on sauna

Can you tell I’m going through it rn

-👹

My brain shut down the second "pre relationship" suguru was mentioned HE YEARNS AND PINES SOOO HAARDDD TOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOT

Honestly not too sure if that's the right expression for him honestly, its more of a cult suguru special lol, but in any case he has a massive crush and is internally planning your wedding and all the ways he could spoil you during ur honeymoon getaway, HES NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO NEEDS TO THINK AB THE BLORBO TO FALL ASLEEP!!!!!!!

So he's a sweetheart loser boy and i don't think he can conceal his blatant ass intentions with how blushy he gets and how hard he swoons and how quickly he folds SWEET KITTY MAN!!!! SWEET KITTY BABY MAN OVER HERE THROW TOMATLES AT HIM!!!!!

Let ms not stray too far...but first, quick hot springs shootout,,,, he wants to take u there,,, and will likely go ahead with the plans and not correct the sweet elderly owner at the front desk calling you two "a lovely couple" and praying to bless your future marriage even TAT suguru is so easily loved by elderly people i trust and believe...

BUT DEMONON MERCY!!!!!! MERCY!!!!!!!!!! this is just so unreasonably sweet.....all im thinking rn is scalp and back massage (cuz lord knows I'm in need currently)

He managed to get his hands on oils from the ass crack of the globe, will spend the whole day at the market checking each and every avocado to find the ripest for your hair only, always has cucumbers in the freezer on the ready for your eyes, mixing uo scrubs and creams for your feet........

The whole thing is very very reminiscent of a worship ritual, kneeling down to massage your ankles, applying orgasmic levels of pressure at the right spots with freaky accuracy,,,, bending over when rubbing and messaging your back to gently breath against your name to in a whiff of your hair,,,,ITS ALSO VERY CHARGED LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE??????

He never lets you return the favor tho :"))) you'd you're love to AT LEAST brush his hair and massage his head a little but you're already pliant and floaty by the time you're done anyway, the incense and steam working their magic, he's definitely strategizing to keep you for the night, you're tired and sleepy, it's late and dangerous and he has a bed for you!!!! And his clothes!!!!!!!!!!! (<- little shit who reassures you not to bring a change of clothing to see you in his hoodies) everything is set already!!!!! Just go take a seat and wait for him clean up and make dinner, what are friends for lol wink wink wink

[blueskittlesart]

is detcon actually good

no <3 hope this helps

[starry-bi-sky]

realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards

*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then

[pergaminaa]

Manon saw herself in some of the other characters and I believe this is why she was instantly on their side. Because out of everyone, she saw the real ones trapped inside.

Elide: in Morath, she was no more than a crippled maid, literally chained up and bound in servitude. Manon was the only one who saw her for who she is: first as an asset, then later on as a friend/kin.

Dorian: like Elide, he was bound by a collar and possessed by valg. Again, Manon was the only one who ‘saw’ and connected with the real Dorian (hence her message to Aelin). Again, not even his friends saw that he could be saved, but Manon did. She knew he was still inside, still fighting and it’s why she aided in bringing him back from the valg’s control.

Abraxos: The small chained and beaten wyvern. The bait that was merely there for show. Manon was the only witch who even considered him as a potential companion because everyone was going for the biggest and strongest beast. But not her. She saw a fierce fighter in Abraxos, one she knew was there and she put her trust in.

All these three were equally abused and bound, for the whole world to see. She is just the same however her abuse and ‘chains’ are invisible and no one could see them. It is the reason why she instantly knew what was up with all three. They were a reflection of herself. While she knew no one would rescue her, she rescued all three because she knows what it’s like. She knows what it feels like.

What her grandmother does to her is always done in private, so no one really knows the extent of that abuse. Besides, the matron would not hesitate to kill anyone who tries anything so that’s that. Manon knows that there is no saving her. Which is why, it’s best to try and do as her grandmother wants even if she personally doesn’t agree with it. In Queen of Shadows, Manon spent the whole time trying not to agree to that madness but she couldn’t do much because she kept thinking of her grandmother’s reaction if she knew that she’s defying orders. She literally told Sorrel that she can only ‘tug on the leash’ like— she literally felt that she was in chains having no other option but to obey her grandmother’s absurd orders. She knows what the price would be, the lives of her coven is at stake and she will do whatever she can to ensure they are safe from her grandmother.

Which brings me to Kingdom of Ash because it was Asterin who saw Manon’s invisible chains all along. Her decision was to free Manon, to allow her to finally live free and without fear. Her line ‘live, Manon,’ was not only literal but figurative as well. She knows that her cousin is drowning, she never did anything for herself; having lived her life trying to appease her grandmother while keeping her coven safe. She never expressed her own opinions or needs and Asterin decided that it will all end now. Aelin promised them a better world, she she will start by ensuing that Manon can live for herself without fear or looming abuse. Asterin was going to break the ‘chains’ shackled around Manon and giving her the same freedom she gave to Elide, Dorian and Abraxos.

And it is why she has formed deep connections with those three despite meeting them later on in her life. It’s some kind of a soul/spiritual bond that only they can feel because they have all experienced the same thing.

[alistair-blackwood]

for my money, labru is head and shoulders above other ships involving them simply due to the unmatched yap potential, i imagine them feeding off each other's energy like they're slipstreaming in mario kart until they start going fast enough to break the sound barrier

[lovelyrotter]

ill probably delete this in a minute but ive just been fuckin boggled by what ive seen across tumblr in the last few days in particular. its why i havent really been around. like holy fucking shit, its really like some of yall just dont want a chunk of the trans community to exist. like some of yall are thisclose to saying it verbatum. way too many already have. 'shut up sit down be quiet and smile for us' type shit, gee where have i heard that before. oh yeah my entire life cause i was forcefully gendered as someones daughter. shock horror i know. you might be surprised to remember and/or learn that very few trans folks know theyre trans before we're 5, or even 10, and that that gendered experience stays with all of us in both/either small or large ways. either bc we literally dont have a solid identity yet (bc we're very small children), dont have the words, we're repressing it out of fear from how others will treat us, we're actually enjoying or enjoyed being another gender in our childhood, or we just genuinely didnt fuckin know until shit lined up later in life. weird isnt it that transmascs dont pop out as 6'1 brick shithouse cis men when we're born so yall know for certain that we're confused lost girls/women oops i mean big dangerous scary men. its almost like we're transgender too. none of yall actually know what intersectionality is or means

[sieglinde-freud]

one thing i never realized bc i always either pair chrom with olivia or make him gay is that not every sibling calls lucina “luce” and its making me crazy. inigo and brady call her “luce” for short. cynthia calls her “lucy” (MY FAV), and kjelle and morgan just call her “lucina.” why did they make this change across supports. “to add personality” you say and to that i say YES obviously but also. potential of telling us more about how close lucina was with each potential sibling? maybe. what im getting at here is chrom!kjelle and lucina maybe suffering the most in terms of feelings of inadequacy and having that slight strain that keeps them from being close. this does not apply to morgan bc i chalk his up to memory loss BUT. you could also say that lucina never let him get close because she’s wary of him. hows that. and if you read closely what im actually saying is that i need an au where all six of them are siblings and not all of them have the brand of the exalt