#it's transparent that i lost all patience by the end

[shotoh]

❝ TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN ❞ feat. dan heng

cw + tw. smut, 18+, minors dni, fem!reader, dragon!dan heng, dom!dan heng, oral (f!receiving), praise, pet names, marking, hinted breeding kink, creampies, subtle dumbification, mating presses

wc. 1.2k+

notes. dragon dan heng activated a neuron in me 

when it comes to you, dan heng is patient, loving, and level-headed. he likes to keep his cool, even when you try so hard to rile him up.

still, to your dismay, he insists on taking his time. he enjoys mapping out the expanse of your curves and memorize every beautiful aspect of you—down to the tantalizing swell of your breasts to the dip of your hips. his lips find themselves pressing in places that make you squirm, pulling out moans from your mouth as your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you.

“dan, there! right there!”

“hm, here?”

his lips brush against the wetness between your thighs, which involuntarily close around his head when he prods deeper, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“ah! y-yeah…” your voice quivers. as dan heng’s tongue twirls around your folds, he spreads your thighs for better access to adamantly fall apart on his face. your fingers leave their scratching on the bed to start pulling on his fluffy, raven hair.

he revels in how you crumble at him tasting your cunt. his eyes close shut to fully savor his meal as your slick coats his ravenous tongue. your pretty cries singing a symphony to his ears is the cherry on top. “you taste so good, my love. doing so well for me,” he hums his praises against your clit, not wavering in the slightest by how his actions have you tossing your head back in your pillow and dragging your bottom lip between your teeth.

it’s practically a ritual for him to thoroughly prepare you before you take him, appreciating every step along the way that has you gushing around any combination of his fingers and mouth. it always ends up with you begging him to thrust his hips into you and fill you up already, which makes the anticipation of your sweet walls clenching around his cock all the more worth it.

but every now and then, this resolve is overpowered by the voracious lust that clouds his mind whenever he manifests his dragon form. although this side to him exhibits similar traits to his regular appearance—minus the longer, gorgeous locks and stunning transparent horns protruding from his head—his self-control hangs by a thread when he has you under him, steely eyes glowing like he’s captured his prey. this dan heng relinquishes his patience in favor of immediately taking what’s his.

in this form, hungry lips mark every spot on your skin that has you whimpering pathetically in his hold. by the end of the night, you’re covered in his sporadic teeth marks and bites. the feral part of himself makes a point to stake his claim on your body before continuing to do so by pushing his cock inside your needy hole.

“i’m sorry, i can’t wait anymore,” he grunts as he holds your legs to your chest, folding your body in a way he knows will let his cock kiss the deepest, most sensitive parts of you. then he snaps his hips forward without warning and your voice reaches a higher, sensual pitch that has him licking his lips. “fuck, you’re just too good, i need to fill you up with my seed.” from under him, you can sense his carnal desperation—dragon fangs glinting and calloused fingers digging into your skin that will no doubt bruise.

despite being lost in the heady feeling of your tight walls hugging him, dan heng still manages to lean forward to slip his tongue past your lolled lips, swapping your spit together and swallowing every yelp that makes its way out of your throat.

even when you can distinguish every prominent ridge and vein of his dragon cock rubbing against your insides, you still can’t get enough.

“dan heng, more more… don’t stop.”

hearing your pleas, his eyes flicker. his pupils dilate to a dangerous degree like you’ve finally given him permission to pounce.

he swallows thickly. “i.. i don’t want to hurt you.”

“you’re not gonna hurt me, dan. i can take it, so please. fuck me already.”

there’s a sharp intake of air before he finally starts dragging himself in and out of you at a brutal pace. you didn’t think dan heng could ever be this frantic to have you babbling on his cock, but the way your body is buried deeper into your bed with every harsh drive that causes the tip to reach your cervix proves you wrong. his grip on your thighs is punishing, leveraging himself as he growls next to your ear.

“oh fuck, dan, so deep–” a long moan rips past your throat as his girth thoroughly stretches you open. you’re growing light-headed by how well he stuffs you with every strong ram of his ridged cock, curving in a way that always hits your sweet spot. the cord winding in your belly has you dragging your nails on his skin and clenching around him.

“argh.. if you keep sucking me in like that, i’m gonna cum already,” dan heng warns through gritted teeth but he doesn’t relent in the frenzied snap of his hips. he can’t have that. he wants you to cum before him.

you can feel his balls smack the underside of your ass with every pump. “god, please tell me you’re cumming soon,” he says more so as a plea. you nod frantically, unable to contain the noises escaping you so instead you force dan heng’s lips onto yours, sharing a heated, sloppy kiss that ends in the former biting your lip before wrapping his tongue around yours.

that high you’re chasing gets closer with every thrust rearranging your insides. the sensations pile on top of each other until you feel like you’re drowning in the wonderful feeling only dan heng can give you. you’re babbling his name in the throes of broken breaths and heady looks. he can’t seem to get enough as he returns your enthusiasm in earnest, dropping the hefty weight of his cock on top of you until you’re screaming.

that cord that’s been twisting in your gut bursts into blissful shocks of pleasure beneath your skin. your eyes roll in the back of your head, whites flashing beneath closed lids. dan heng can’t help the grin on lips, watching you finally lose yourself under him. it only encourages him to continue swiftly rocking his cock into you until he can sense himself reaching his first climax of the night.

“my love, this is all for me, right?” he asks, as if your reminder will be his undoing. even if his words sound murky in your pleasure-filled mind, you still have the thought to at least nod and mumble your uh-huh’s.

dan heng smirks, “only i can cream all over this gorgeous pussy.” with that, his cock twitches between your tight, gooey walls, stilling before spraying your pussy with his cum. you didn’t believe it was possible to be this full before you experienced the influx of his cum literally pushing his dragon cock out of you. as a result, his seed stuffs you to the brim, leaking out of your raw, fluttering hole.

the archivist runs his tongue along his canines at the sight. he snarls under his breath as he scoops up the remnants of cum and pushes it back in you. you whine from the oversensitivity and at his long fingers reaching and rubbing along your swollen spots.

you’re simply a beauty when you look so fucked out and full of his seed. now he’s wondering how much more you can take as his cock springs back, already hard again against his abs.

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[heartfragment]

September 2024 Update

Hello everyone - it sure has been a while, huh? 

First, let me apologize that updates are so lacking lately. Unfortunately, the past few months have been a bit of a rollercoaster. The time that should have been for working on Heart Fragment the most was unfortunately addled by some rough life circumstances. I won't go into depth too much, as it'd be a lot to put on everyone, but I want to share that the struggle exists because I believe in transparency while I keep you all updated. I don't want to worry anyone though; I feel like things are finally, hopefully, beginning to improve and I am feeling much more like myself again. 

That said, it has not been all bad! There's been a lot of positives as well and as I come out of what felt like a nightmare where I'd lost myself, I'm able to reflect on all the good things that have managed to keep me afloat. I am not going to let these setbacks keep me down forever. I've been pushing through and making progress whenever I can.

The support and patience of everyone during this time of general inactivity is extremely appreciated. I've said before and I'll say it again - the writing, programming, and development aspects of Heart Fragment has been primarily a one-person job, and sometimes that's an awful lot to carry in addition to the life struggles that one has to face. Even so, I'm still deeply passionate about finishing this project no matter what, and I am determined that I will see it through to the end.

Please know that I am not using this as an excuse for any delays or setbacks in progress. I am committed to this game and I am going my best to strike a better work-life balance moving forward. I've historically had a tendency to neglect my health and work for long hours to get things done as quickly as possible, but I am realizing more and more just how damaging that was.

With all that out of the way, let's get some good news in here!

As you know, in terms of story, the only route left to finish is Natalia's. Despite everything, I'm happy to say I've made some progress on it and I can't wait for you all to play it. There's been a lot of hype for Jasper's route that I've seen, but I hope you'll all enjoy Natalia's story too - it is a very complex one with a lot of layers to it, and I think anyone who has played the previous routes will have a fun time picking up all of the little details. 

I know it may seem like progress has been slow, and I thank you all once again for your patience and understanding. I am really putting my heart and soul into this project. The enthusiasm and encouragement that I've seen over the last while has been a driving force for me not to give up and my day is always brightened when someone has something positive to say about Heart Fragment. It is like a little spark of hope that keeps me running!

Until next time, everyone! Thanks again for your continued support. With lots of love,

Casper Swann

[velvet-cupcake-games]

Made Marion June Development Update: Schedule Edition, Straight Talk

[I decided to post our June dev update early, because I have some difficult things to say, but I hope this will get us all on the same page about what's happened with Made Marion since our Kickstarter.]

Hi everyone! I've decided to check in early with a report on our development schedule and some straight talk on some tough stuff. I hope this will help us all get on the same page and be excited instead of worried about Made Marion's development process.

First of all, thank you all so much for your magnificent patience and concern! This is definitely not how I wanted Made Marion's development to go or how it would have gone if things were still the way they were for our team back when we ran our Kickstarter. We have been seriously kicked in the teeth repeatedly, and I'd like to offer a better explanation and our proposed solutions and revised schedule.

I'm also sorry for the lack of pretty pictures this month!  There will be many available very soon when Robin's beta test is ready to go!

The Problems:

1. As of fall 2021, things were going pretty well! We'd just run a beta for Made Marion's prologue and my route outlines were shaping up nicely. Then things began to go wrong. I had some issues at home that took up my attention, and then my darn town flooded. Drat it, ok, lost a couple months, but we can get back on track in 2022...

2. Then 2022, for various reasons was a disaster for pretty much our entire team (I'm only going to talk about my problems here, because those are the ones it is mine to share). It ended up being basically a wash for development. Why wasn't that obvious from our development updates? Because of my brain. I contracted Covid in January of 2022 and a few weeks later, the Long Covid symptoms started. I was near-narcoleptic for several months. It was scary and embarrassing and I didn't know how to talk about it. So I was as positive as I could be. Around May, my body started to recover. I was able to live more normally and I figured that meant I could get back to development.

What I didn't know and couldn't effectively communicate was that the brain fog was still there. I was writing, but not in a straight line. I wrote scenes for all the love interests here and there, scribbled a bunch in my notebooks, but a full, logical route for Robin wasn't happening. And the problem with your brain not working right is that it's very difficult to understand that your brain isn't working right. I thought things were cool! So it appeared that I wasn't being honest about the status of development without me realizing it did or even fully understanding that development wasn't going well. I'm very sorry about that.

3. Around November of 2022 my brain started working better again, but I was demoralized and felt like I'd forgotten how to write. I "eased" myself back into writing with a huge fic, along with finally getting back to putting words together for Robin. I wrote words!  Lots of words!  Good words!  Yeah!  We pulled together as a team and got our enhanced demo out, which was a lot of work but was super exciting.

4. Feeling guilty about the wash that was 2022 and excited because of how much verbiage I'd put out, I created an ambitious schedule toward an Early Access release of all the Sherwood routes this fall. It was based on the amount of words I'd been putting out, so I was convinced it was doable. Some of you wrote in to Tumblr with concerns that it was overly ambitious. You were wonderful and primarily concerned for my well-being. You were also correct.

The Solutions:

1. I need to accept that I have a disabling condition that currently has no cure and that, although it has greatly improved since last year, means that I can't always work at my peak capacity. This is super tough for a high achiever with general anxiety. I hate even talking about it, but I want to be as transparent with y'all as I can be.

2. The schedule: I still wish to keep a relatively ambitious target schedule for the remainder of development. I think it is helping us all Get Shit Done(tm). I just need to be a little less ambitious. I still plan to release Early Access this fall and I'm still hoping for October (which was always tentative), but November may be more realistic. It depends on how well my body and mind cooperate over the summer, and on the individual situations of our artists. Early Access will launch with Robin and Will's routes. John is going to need to take more time. It will be worth it, because he will get the full attention and care that his wonderful self deserves.

3. The weekly mini-dev updates: I have started posting mini-dev updates on Mondays on Tumblr. This is the place to go if you want a more granular report of the progress we've been making, and I think they're going to be very helpful for maintaining clarity and helping keep us all on-task.

4. Beta: I have more detailed information about Beta in the Kickstarter version of this update.

Conclusion:

Looking back from here, our original release date estimate from Kickstarter was too ambitious even under ideal circumstances. That was my development inexperience speaking. The rest was a lot of IRL horribleness. However, the gang is back together now, and the game is now, actually, truly, progressing nicely once more. Going forward, I'll be able to post much more concrete progress and I think doing so as I write each route is a better choice than posting a bunch of specific completion dates that we may not meet. You'll be able to see our progress as it happens instead.

Notes and Goodies:

Robin's new expressions are in!  I love the way he turned out and Arrapso (a fellow perfectionist, err, high achiever) seems happier with him now as well.  Awesome!  I will post some previews on Tumblr soon, once I have coded a few of the new expressions into the game client.

John's role-playing choice has been re-configured a bit. I was previously calling it "conflict or compromise," but I was getting stuck on the "conflict" part because I didn't want Marion and John to be fighting all the time if you made those choices. It didn't seem like fun, or particularly in-character for John. I am now calling it "challenge or compromise."  Because John is kind and wonderful and protective but is also traumatized and stubborn and overprotective. Sometimes he needs to be challenged, and it won't always lead to an argument. I think this makes for more interesting choices and for John to have more room to be John.

I coded in Will's first use of his genuine smile expression (you get to confront him about his attitude early on in Robin's route) and am happy to report that it is SUPER EFFECTIVE.

For any of you Ren'py devs out there, I continue to evangelize matrixcolor.  It's relatively new, but you should absolutely check out what it can do. Previously, I used it to tint our characters a bit so they blended in better with evening and night backgrounds.  I also used it to sepia-tone memory sequences.  I've now used it to make images slowly disappear via transparency and turn our blood animation green instead of red for... spoiler purposes.  It is so easy and flexible, you should absolutely play with it!

I'll be reporting in later this month on our Beta test status!

[siramay-the-showgun-dragon]

GUYS IT IS FINISHED IT IS HERE

THE TALE OF DEPRAVITY!

on ao3, ff.net (though that's meh i prefer the other 3), wattpad and quoteve!

BEHOLD THE STORY YOU NEVER NEW RIGHT BEFOR YOUR EYES 145 CHAPTERS OF BEAUTY! LOVE, FEAR, HOPE, DESPAIR, GHOST, MAGIC, MUSICAL NUMBERS AND A DRAGON!

all narroated by your humble narrator on the other side guilty pleasure aka Gabriel patten!

you can call him gp! See, someone's got to tell the tale Whether or not it turns out well Maybe it will turn out this time On the tale of death Of this grand storyline! with help of our resident strait man soul bound!

so sit back, relax, have fun and enjoy the story [GP] Well whats it about? ….hmmm how do I put it I’d say it’s about good and evil Light and darkness Morality and depravity Hope and despair But most importantly… It’s about a girl A girl who was consumed by darkness

HIT IT Ever since she was a child She always knew how to get her way Just act a little bit wild And someone will surely come to play It's a truth she took to heart But humility and patience didn't come with age She's born to play this part A diva's always center stage Toddler's cries that grow louder and louder Relishing in untestable power Glowing red in a black and white scene, The one and only: Despair queen Stoking the flames that burn higher and higher Royalty with a crown of fire Setting ablaze an extravagant scene, The one and only: Despair queen as gp sings he starts shapeshifting into a skinny man of average Hight with white hair eye bags but a youthful face a white dress shirt with a black suite vest black pants an boots and a white trench coat to top it off [GABRIEL PATTEN] Addicted to adrenaline And always looking for attention Thought to be so genuine When she's suddenly met with apprehension The fighting has begun And she'd do anything to get ahead Like using people as ladder rungs And sweeping eggshells under the bed Toddler's cries that grow louder and louder Relishing in untestable power Glowing red in a black and white scene, The one and only: Despair queen Stoking the flames that burn higher and higher Royalty with a crown of fire Setting ablaze an extravagant scene, The one and only: Despair queen and then he changes again as his body starts becoming transparent as he loses the details of his face even his mouth, as his eyes become empty sockets and blood leaks from his neck [DEPRAVITY] Ah, but there's hope for you still… Before it all comes unfurled… Ah, you just need to chill… It's not the end of the world… She just can't help but be this way She lost her true self long ago Now all her friends have been pushed away Because a caricature is all they know… [GP] Toddler's cries that grow louder and louder Everyone rushing to disembowel her All alone in a black and white scene, The one and only: Despair queen [GABRIEL] Hurt by the flames that burn higher and higher Clutching a broken crown of fire All alone in the final scene, The one and only: Despair queen [DEPRAVITY] What a pity, that Despair queen!

[retoraterasnews]

Proper update - Time.

hello, heh... uh... sorry for no updates for the past couple weeks? Truth is, I've felt ever so slightly burnt out and lost with this story. I don't know how it should end as I feel like I've already told what I wanted to tell.

I don't think there are any more interesting scenes to depict, no more of the fun shock or fear of this story...

I think it'll be quite a while before the next update. and whatever it is, it'll likely be small (or I could surprise myself??)

Either way, I think I've started procrastinating with Retorateras because again, I don't know where it should go and the pressure of finishing it (the pressure I'm imagining) is starting to stress me out.

Truth be told, I've never actually finished a story. I'm not even that avid of a writer. I can imagine great beginnings and good middles, but endings are impossibly hard. how do I wrap up all of this? How do I give the reader the feeling I want them to be left off with? Hell, looking back now I feel as if some of the chapters could use a bit of... fixing up.

Perhaps I've even lost my steam because the suspense of what the story is about has already been written and done with.

DISCLAIMER this is NOT me saying "it's over, I give up!" no no no!! I just want to be transparent and say how my attitude towards this fic has been. I love Retorateras, I love the beastie and I love Wes and I especially love Wilson, as they're all so much fun to write.

I know we're all on the edge of our seats for the ending.. so am I!

I suppose I'll leave you off with...

I don't know when the next part's coming. Heck, there's a good chance it may not even be ready until January-- doesn't mean it can't come out sooner, I just ask for patience, which the 5 people who are avid fans of Retorateras have been nicely given. I already want to retrospect now about things I'd want to change and do differently the next time I decide to write a novel of a fanfiction, but not yet!! the fic's not done!!

Super duper sorry for the long one. I appreciate your patience, readers! I'm excited to feel the spark of writing again.

[thegambitgazette]

Knight Meets Writer

A/N: These are just drabbles from my DR. Context - I’m an Eternal similar to the Fates in Greek mythology that was sorta kicked out and continued to live my life on Earth. I went by different names over time and spent my years writing. Powers include manipulating strings of fate and seeing bits and pieces of the past and future.

Word count: 3304

Warnings: none? slight angst ig

Summary: how I first met Steve and Bucky

I forced a closed-lipped smile through a bite of my cinnamon roll. All I wanted was a peaceful afternoon to write, but a girl could dream. I only got a sentence and a half out before some guy grabbed the seat in front of me and snagged my journal from me. Eddie Frank, the football player that dozed off or made too much noise in our history class. He’d make his opinions on women in higher education abundantly clear, but he’d also made his interest in me transparent..

The irony didn’t escape me. I was less than one hundred years from hitting seven thousand years old, which meant I had more college degrees than anyone around. History, biology, criminal justice—hey, I had to fill my time with something. Going by a new identity meant rebuilding that reputation over and over again. Not that I minded too much. I loved learning, and I got to move around and study in different places.

Being as old as I was also meant that I had zero patience for children like Eddie Frank. I swallowed the bite of my pastry and reached over to grab my journal back, but he was faster.

“You know, I always wonder what you’re scribbling in there,” he said, casually flipping through the pages.

“None of your business, Eddie!” I reached over the table to try and grab it again, but he pulled his arm back, knocking it straight onto a passerby.

I let out a disgruntled cry as my journal fell to the floor, along with the patron’s coffee. The drink splashed all over my book, and both the passerby and I swore in frustration. If ever I ran into Phastos again, I’d ask for a way to make paper and ink not so easily soiled. There went the likely next best American novel.

The stranger, a short and skinny young man in a suit clearly too big for him, picked up the journal and held it out. Eddie moved to grab it, but the stranger pulled back and looked at me. “Is he bothering you, ma’am?” His voice came out deeper than I expected. Usually, I’d get fed up. Another man trying to come to the rescue. But something about the sincere look in his eyes had me truly believing that he had genuine intentions and wasn’t just trying to make himself look good. Something about him felt familiar, too.

“That’s my book,” I said, nodding to it.

He handed the notebook to me with a tight smile. “Sorry about the coffee.”

“No, no.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry you lost your drink. Thank you, uh…”

“Steve.” He held out a hand.

I took it with a smile, finally remembering where I recognized him. “Rogers, right? We’re in American History together. Professor McClain.”

He beamed. “Yeah, I’ve seen you around. Ursula, right?”

Eddie cleared his throat. “Kid, if you couldn’t tell, we’re in the middle of something here.”

Steve noticed my discomfort, his brows drawing together in concern as he looked between us. I pursed my lips. It would be best if he just went on his way and let me handle it. It’d be over soon, anyway.

“I think you’re done here, buddy,” Steve interjected. “Why don’t you let the lady do her work?”

Not like I have anything to work with anymore. I inhaled sharply and gently pushed Steve’s shoulder. “It’s fine, Steve. Don’t—”

Eddie stood up, his chair scratching the floor in a loud protest. He easily shadowed Steve in both height and build, but the latter didn’t shrink at all. “You wanna say that again, punk?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. This could only end up badly. Steve cocked his chin up, refusing to back down. “I said, ‘I think you’re done here.’”

Without another word, Eddie grabbed Steve by the neckline of his collar and dragged him outside and towards a back alley behind the coffee shop. I swore under my breath before piling all of my books into my messenger back and racing out after them. A damp journal could be salvaged, but I didn’t want to imagine how broken Eddie would leave Steve.

By the time I reached them, Steve was already on the floor, wiping at his busted lip. Don’t get back up. Don’t get back up.

He stood up, bracing two arms up to protect his face.

“Didn’t you have enough?” Eddie sneered.

“I can do this all day.” Steve threw a right hook, but faltered, allowing Eddie to knock him aside once more.

“Hey!” another voice rang.

I didn’t stop to check who it was, instead dropping my bag and hurling the hardcover journal right at Eddie’s head. He turned to me, eyes incredulously wide. I didn’t wait for him to say a word before hurling another book from my bag. That one hit his chest. “Leave him alone, Eddie!”

I realized my mistake as he stalked towards me. I couldn’t just materialize a weapon here or use any other sort of magic, not while there could be onlookers. Before he came within a foot from me, someone else pulled him back and threw him against the wall of the building. I looked up at none other than James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s best friend and the university knight in shining armor, as the ladies called him. Unlike Eddie, he didn’t act cocky about it, but I knew a few other girls in my class well enough to know that he also knew them well enough.

“Are we really gonna do this again, Eddie?” James asked, as if bored.

Eddie turned to face him before holding his hands up in a surrender and scampering off. I huffed. Knight in shining armor indeed. He turned to me with a lopsided smile. “Are you alright?”

I nodded and gestured to the books strewn on the ground. “I think I got him more than he got me.”

He chuckled and picked them up. “That you did. You’ve got a nice arm, Ursula.” He handed me the books.

“You know my name?”

He already had his attention on Steve, unable to hear my question. “And what am I gonna do with you?”

“He had it coming,” Steve said before looking at me. “Seriously, are you okay?”

I snorted. “You should see yourself, Rogers.”

“Eh, I’ll be fine.”

“No, come on. Let me at least get you another coffee.”

Steve waved it off, still with a smile despite his bruises and cuts. Bucky blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, what if I take you for coffee sometime?” he asked.

My jaw dropped. Did he just ask me on a date? From the corner of my eye, I saw Steve shake his head, used to his friend’s flirtatious antics. Right, he did this with a lot of women. It could be fun, though. I wanted to say yes, see where it took us, but something about those fate strings urged me to say no. Not now, not the right time. I couldn’t fight it; I never had been able to fight it. Fate wanted what she wanted. I forced a smile, looking at him through my lashes. “Maybe some other time, Barnes.”

With a final nod to them both, I turned away.

~

I started seeing Steve and Bucky more often around campus, be it in the halls or coming and going from class. It started off with Bucky calling my name whenever he saw me or Steve waving whenever we crossed paths, and then it became a small game of who would spot each other first.

They caught me one moment while I was sitting on a bench at the university plaza. My friend and roommate, Dottie, and I wanted to get some fresh air in between classes and would sit on that stone bench. I’d take the time to just write whatever my brain came up with to declutter all of the class work. When I wrote, I had a habit of getting lost in my own world of characters and adventure, so much so that I didn’t hear the loud, “Ursula!” from across the plaza.

Not until I felt the soft pat of a notebook on my head and looked up to see Bucky with a small pout. “You didn’t hear me, doll.”

I scoffed, softly pushing his arm away, but I couldn’t help the small smile itching my face. “Sorry, James.” I held up my own journal, a new one that I had to buy because the old one was just destroyed with coffee stains. “Writing.”

He tucked his book away in his own bag. “Oh!” Again with that lopsided grin goddammit it. “Can I read some?”

Absolutely not. “You read?” Idiot.

He feigned an offended expression. “Yes, I do! The Hobbit is my favorite.”

Dottie cleared her throat. “Ursula, are you gonna introduce me to your friend?” She had a sparkle in her eyes as she looked between the two of us, clearly bubbling on upset that I didn’t tell her I knew the knight in shining armor.

My cheeks heated up at the slight realization that Bucky—Bucky—enraptured me in my own little world as deftly as my writing did. “Dottie, this is James. James, this is my friend—”

“Dottie!” she held out a hand, which Bucky took. “Tell me. How do you know Ursula?”

I gaped. Before I could say anything, Bucky spoke up. “We had a run in at Amorette’s. Well, more like an alley behind Amorette’s. I was catching up with my friend when I saw her just hurl a book at a guy, and of course my friend was right on the other side of it.”

A hesitant laugh escaped my lips. “It was Eddie.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Bucky held out a cup of coffee. “For you.”

I looked at him quizzically. “Me?”

“Yeah! The lady at the dining hall gave me the wrong kind and Steve is in class, so.”

I set my journal aside and took the coffee. “Thanks, James.” I had to admit that the guy was charming, in his own dorky way. If I were any less stubborn, I’d admit that I had the wrong impression of him. Sure, he had the confidence and suaveness of any guy that looked the way he did, but he didn’t push or brag about himself to get a girl’s attention. Then again, he could have just been acting friendly and wasn’t really trying to flirt or anything. Gods, I couldn’t be misreading the signals, could I? Maybe he took my rejection from the other day and stuck with it. Any decent person would.

“You know you can call me Bucky. Everyone does,” he said, snapping me out of my spiraling train of thought.

I smiled, suddenly feeling shy about calling him by his nickname. “Alright, Bucky.”

“Hey, Bucky!” Steve walked up to his friend, a confused look on his face. “You said you’d be back in twenty minutes after getting that c—”

“Ah-ah!” Bucky quickly covered Steve’s mouth. “I think its time for my next lecture. I’ll see you around, Ursula. Dottie, nice to meet you.”

As he pushed Steve away, Dottie called out, “We’re going out dancing if you guys wanna join! Meet up at Amorette’s at 8?”

“Dottie!” I scolded. We had absolutely no plans to go out.

“Sure!” Bucky called back.

Okay, maybe now I had plans to go out.

~

The crisp night air pricked my skin, making me wish that I wore some sort of cowl or sweater over this dress. Dottie refused to let me go out in one of my older dresses and instead lent me a teal blue number that scooped around my neckline and flared out with the skirt. I honestly felt like a doll wearing it, but I let myself welcome the dainty and feminine feel of it. I’d worn dresses for millenniums now. This had no reason making me as nervous as I was.

Granted, I knew I was lying to myself. It wasn’t being caught in a dress that had me worried, but the person himself who would catch me in the dress.

I arrived at Amorette’s about fifteen minutes early, hopeful to get a few moments of calm to collect myself. Those hopes were quickly squashed when I saw Bucky already waiting outside the café with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Gods, he looked so handsome in a suit.

Steve wasn't there, and I knew he came up with an excuse to leave us alone just as Dottie did.

At the sound of my footprints, he looked over and smiled. “Evening, beautiful.”

He held out the flowers, which I took gratefully. “Geez, Bucky. First coffee, and now flowers. Are you always spoiling your dates?”

At that, he beamed. “So this is a date?”

“I didn’t say that.” As much as I wanted it to be, I kept squashing those thoughts. James Barnes was as human as it gets—caring, handsome, such a gentleman. He deserved someone that could grow old with him and settle down with him, not someone that needed to change their identity every forty or so years.

This was just one dance, one night out. Who said I couldn’t have a little fun?

Bucky laughed, and I just about melted. “Permission to try to change your mind by the end of the night?” he asked as he held out his arm for me to take.

I wrapped my arm around his. “Permission granted.”

~

I had more fun than I wanted to admit. Bucky did and said all the right things; I shouldn’t have expected anything less. The moments of silence in between while we danced, or when he’d approach the bar to get us drinks, or even when we laughed at things we’d forget about later, I caught myself wishing and dreaming. Imagining settling in a white picket fence house, getting a golden retriever, writing my next novel while he read the newspaper. I’d never fallen so fast, but I sure tripped face first into this one. Even the vague sentience of the fate strings stirring at my heart seemed to sing at this meeting, at the dancing. How could fate want this? Who would I be to object?

The night went on too fast. When 11:30 hit, Bucky insisted on walking me home, saying that a man never let a lady stay out too long. I told him that he was pushing it there, but I accepted. He’d wrapped his coat around me when he saw me shiver on the walk back to my apartment. As we reached my door, I turned to him. His icy blue eyes rested on mine, both of us unsure how to break the silence or the tension.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Bucky. Thank you,” I finally said. Tell me this is it. We can end it here and you can have fun with other girls dying for your attention. Girls that would age and live life with you rather than longer than you. Break my heart, Barnes.

He wet his lips, looking sheepishly down at his shoes with that charming smile of his. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun, too.”

Neither of us took a step away. Each second passed, I let myself plummet further and further into this feeling. “So, what happens now?”

He quirked an eyebrow up. “How do you mean, Ursula?”

I shrugged, copying his playful smile. “You tell me. How does the knight in shining armor end his dates?”

“Is that what people call me?”

“Oh, yeah. All the ladies look forward to being swooped on by Bucky Barnes himself.”

He laughed, shaking his head at the ridiculous nickname. “Well, I won’t swoop on anyone, but usually I leave it up to my date. If she says goodnight and goes straight inside, I take it as they never want to see me again. If they open the door and invite me in, it’s… well.” Bucky raised his eyebrows, hinting at what an extended night meant. “But if she lingers at the door…”

Bucky nodded towards me. I lingered. Realizing the tell, I bit my lip and rested my back against the closed door. He took a step towards me and gently cupped my face in his hand, his thumb caressing my cheek. In a breath, his lips met mine. Even when kissing, Bucky didn’t push. He started off gently, innocent pecks dancing between us. It wasn’t until I parted my lips that he slipped his tongue in. I let out a gasp as I took in his warmth, my hands coming up to wrap around his neck. At a nip on my lower lip, I clutched his hair, and he let out a guttural groan in return. I sighed into the kiss. I wanted more.

The cold washed over me once again when I nearly fell back as Dottie opened the door. “Urs? I heard a thud and though—Oh my God!”

Bucky pulled away, keeping a respectable distance as I tried to hide my surely red face.

“Pretend that didn’t happen! I’m not here!” Dottie slammed the door shut, but the moment was long gone.

I couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, which Bucky joined in on. “Sorry about that,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it, doll.”

We gazed at each other, and I wanted that moment back all over again. “Oh!” I began to take off his jacket, only now remembering that I still wore it.

“Keep it,” he said.

My brows knit together. “Your jacket?”

Bucky nodded. “Give it back the next time I see you.”

I cocked my head to the side. “You mean on our next date?”

“So this is a date, then.” He grinned like a little school boy.

I nodded, stifling another laugh. “You got me, Barnes.”

~

I rotated the diamond ring around my finger. Usually it quelled the hurt rising in my chest, but today, it wouldn’t. I looked at the date circled on my calendar. March 10, 1946. He would have been twenty-nine today. It would have been our fifth anniversary in May. We had a small wedding when we got news of him being drafted—just us, Steve, Dottie, and his parents. He wanted to wait until after he got back from the war, but I knew.

Then, I knew. It wouldn’t be for another seventy three years that I’d see him again. I didn’t know how or why until Steve came back and told Peggy and me that Bucky had fallen from the train. They presumed him dead, but those damned fate strings told me otherwise. I didn’t know which was worse.

I mean, of course I wanted him alive. I wanted so badly for him to come home and for fate to be wrong for once. I hated my magic for everything it was worth from that day forward. For not being able to tell me the full story, for not being able to manipulate it so I could see my husband again.

I swore that day that I would never use them again. I shut that part of me deep, deep down. As they held his memorial, as they gave me his flag, every particle of that magic died with the world’s idea of him. When Steve crashed and I attended his funeral, I ignored the screams of those strings as they attempted to claw me out of that dark place I fell into.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Mrs. Barnes.”

He’s alive.

“Condolences. Steve was a great man.”

Is. He is a great man.

“If you need anything, Mrs. Barnes—”

I need my husband.

I opened my locket, tears staining the black and white photo of us on our wedding day. “I’ll wait for you, Bucky,” I promised. “I got you.”

[fivedayshakespeare]

3/16/2024-3/20/24: Pericles, Prince of Tyre

I want to say what an odd play this is. But I just watched Poor Things, and the standards of weirdness have really changed over the past 400 years.

What stood out to me as I read Pericles was that the author (or authors, as I buy the argument that the first two acts were by someone other than Shakespeare) is pushing against the limitations of the form. The stages of the day had minimal set dressing and costuming, right? That's why in Julius Caesar, there's a reference to a doublet. So when the scene moves, it has to be conveyed in dialogue or through a stage convention like "Everyone holding up torches means that it's night."

But Pericles takes fourteen years to play out. Pericles (the man, not the play) goes all over the place, getting into multiple shipwrecks and so on. So the way they have to convey where the next scene is is by having a narrator character (Gower) just come out and say:

We left him on the sea. We there him lost, Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrived Here where his daughter dwells, and on this coast Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived God Neptune's annual feast to keep, from whence Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies, His banners sable, trimmed with rich expense; And to him in his barge with fervour hies. In your supposing once more put your sight; Of heavy Pericles, think this his barque, Where what is done in action, more if might Shall be discovered. Please you sit and hark.

See, because they weren't yet making the stage actually look like a ship with banners sable and so forth, they had to essentially have the voiceover explain what the audience should be seeing. This is after Gower has covered a lot of the plot that also wouldn't fit on stage.

Earlier, it's even more direct:

GOWER Patience then, And think you now are all in Mytilene.

Shakespeare just wants a caption to appear on screen, telling people where they are. Sadly for him, the technology won't be invented for quite some time. And I guess the audiences weren't ready for lines like "Well, here we are in Myteline" every other scene. It's a very sweeping story, and I don't think it quite fits into the strictures of Jacobean theatre.

Also, about those shipwrecks...Shakespeare sure does love shipwrecks, huh? Pericles survives two in this play, and in one we have the classic bit where people are separated and both assume the other is dead until they miraculously reunite in the fifth act. Already saw that in both The Comedy of Errors AND Twelfth Night! And I haven't even reached The Tempest yet.

I guess by my metric this is a Tragedy, since the play is named after a character in it. And Pericles goes through an awful lot of hardships, but he does end up okay at the end.

Finally, I would like to say that if you are sleeping with your daughter (like Antiochus at the beginning of the play) and making suitors answer riddles for the chance to woo her...maybe don't make the riddle be so transparently about the fact that you're sleeping with your daughter. That was bound to blow up in his face eventually.

Next up: Coriolanus

[simowis]

After all these years I never thought I'd be able to fall in love with another character with so much passion. It's been too long, the last character that burned that long was Vegeta. How many years has it been? At least five years, I've read everything about him, I've imagined all his possibilities, he's run out of things to give me. Now Vegeta is an idol in my head, a signpost in my spiritual world, and his physical and spiritual power I can hardly match in any way. I drew him because I wanted to be like him as much as possible. In any case, thanks to him that is why I learned to paint. I still admire him so much, but I can no longer say I 'love' him; love is a more personal word for me. Javik and Vegeta's have a lot in common and I'm getting to understand my own tastes: epic, the more tragic the background the better, strong-willed, obsessive in his goals, severely, reason-based and objective, unapproachable. (Such characters are often... unusual looking.) But they are also complete opposites, Vegeta is like the sun, bright enough to sting me. And Javik's gift allows him to be the most attentive friend, unerring and delicate-because he knows everything about you and understands you completely whenever he wants to. His race is naturally good at heart-to-heart, platonic, transparent, pure and beautiful. Such a race is at the same time so severe that empathy seems to have nothing to do with them, a paradox that is fascinating. Whenever I think of Javik, I am always reminded of his entire people, that he and his companions are inseparable and that he is the only remaining being who can represent his people. The thickness of the prothean society that I longed for with the few words scribbled in the game cannot be left behind with a simple "we're dead now, what does it matter". The loss of his comrades' breath was like a part of him being stripped away, I think, and he never felt better after waking up. He was like a bottomless sea of deep, deep, deep despair. He needed hope to light him up, but what would it take to light up the endless sea? To love him is to love his whole prothean race, it's just too much, there's never been room for that much in a character. A race hidden in only words and relics, a sole survivor, a gift of sensory touch, BOOM Anyway, it felt good to be in love again, to be alive again. A whole new world, a brain running at high speed, a wholeheartedness for purely private and sometimes foolish purposes, ah... his charming voice. He'll end up becoming a friend inside my head, I guess, and hopefully by the end I'll know him well enough to conceive of a Javik VI of my own. i'm not good at this, the Vegeta in me is often speechless and has probably lost patience with me, but I think Javik should be different. There's so much more I can get out of him, and I want to know more. Translated with DeepL

[maddybunny]

I’ll be honest and transparent by fully admitting that I’m ashamed and embarrassed, even, by “regressing” or “relapsing” and coping with the whole yandere thing, given my age-- it’s something I often think about. It’s very easily overlooked with young adults or teenagers, but there is shame once you become an older adult. You’re expected to have everything together and under control, and if you are still struggling with your emotions then it’s seen as weak and pitiful. I don’t believe there’s an age limit to such a thing though, because it’s not just a silly teehee trope to the people that use it to cope or express their overwhelming emotions in a safe space, and overwhelming emotions are not exclusive to teenagers or young adults. It’s clear that I have very deep, traumatic emotional wounds that are easily prone to being reopened-- and they have been. On top of that, new wounds have been created. There is a danger to making yourself so vulnerable to someone, but it’s also needed if you have any hope of forming an intimate and deep connection. It’s a gamble, or a double-edged sword that initially had one side sheathed. I have been through quite a bit of therapy and counseling over these emotions in particular on and off over the years. But such is the reality of trauma in that it never really goes away-- you can learn to cope with it, and move through it, but it can always come back just as quickly as it formed. To crave the warmth, joy, and love, that you can get from someone.. it’s an addiction. When it’s fresh, it traps you in a delusion, or a high. You pray it will never end and that person will always think of you as their favourite. But some people are fickle, and things are always changing. To watch a person who was your home fall apart and decide to move to others right in front of you is one of, if not the most heart-wrenching thing someone with a severe emotional attachment and bond could experience. Yes, I was/am obsessed. I know that isn’t healthy. I know I need to “live for myself”, but I’ve never felt any fulfillment in that. I’ve never had any real direction or drive. I have always placed my purpose and existence into those I love romantically. And I know that’s so, so horrible for me. Yet, like a drug, I chase it again and again, believing that because it feels so good, that it must be okay. Surely, I think, if this person loves me too, and accepts my love.. it’s a good thing, right? To have my love questioned and deduced down to just pure obsession hurts so much. I know that’s not true. I know what my love feels like. It can be truly ever-lasting. But in the end, you can’t control others. You can try and try and try to become compatible or “right” for them, but if they decide in the end that your love doesn’t fit quite right for them, they will move on; leaving me behind, like a broken doll who tried too hard to receive even a quarter of the love she gave. I will-- and have-- been replaced, by others who feel like a better fit. The memory of me and all that I was will be forgotten in time, and it will all truly be for nothing.  All I can do is accept that. There are no other options anymore. Not persistence, not delusion, not patience. I will never be loved in the way I wanted to be. Thinking about what I do and don’t deserve means so little, because life is never fair and has no biases. I seek out and accept the love I think I deserve, and whether or not I get it long-term is a poor and reckless gamble at best. I played the fool, lost the gamble, and so I am given my punishment by having to face the abandonment I so deeply feared in the end. 

[killmehe]

Some Kind of Wonderful

Summary — In which your friend Katsuki decides to help you 'practice' for your upcoming date. 

Pairing — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WC — 5507

Tags — MDNI - Minors Do Not Interact, Aged-up Character(s), Alternate Universe, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Making out, Implied Chubby Reader, Literally the tiniest hint toward a boner, Implied Mirio/Reader, No Beta

Katsuki’s patience snaps in half when you let out your fifth sigh of the afternoon. He stomps his boots on the ground, slaps his paperback book down, and he wires his jaw tight. The cherry on top of his hissy fit comes in the form of a heated glare tossed in your direction, where you stand hunched under a Honda Civic. “What’s your fuckin’ problem? And don’t give me that ‘nothing’ bullshit.”

With the purse of your lips and the scratch of your thoroughly used pencil, you ignore his outburst and take it for what it is — an opening to whine about your troubles to Katsuki, guilt-free. You just don’t have it in you to be anything less than transparent about the heaving, wistful breaths, even if you should give him shit about his tone. It’s Katsuki, anyways — when you’ve been friends with him this long, sometimes you have to give up the ghost of indignation with how he extends his ass-backward concern. 

You glance up at him while you take inventory of supplies, gauging his irritation while you run over the checklist in your head. “I’m a little nervous about my date.”

He doesn’t contain his almost audible eye roll, crossing two big arms in front of his chest while scoffing at you. ”What’s there to be nervous over? It’s just fucking Togata.”

Funnily enough, you already recognize how ridiculous it is to be this concerned about Mirio. And that’s no slight to him; He’s unassuming, sweet, and easygoing with an air that has most people feeling safe and secure. On top of it all, he asked you on a date because he was the one with the massive crush, not you. You were sitting fairly pretty with the current situation but the hot pinpricks in your stomach beg to differ.

”I know, but—“ you falter for a second, trying to figure out if this is really the type of thing you want to talk about with Katsuki of all people. He’ll probably call you an idiot and go back to his boring nonfiction without another word on the subject — there’s also a chance that he’ll resort to mocking and you’ll never hear the end of it. At least that’s how he normally reacts when Denki complains about being left on read or when Kirishima bumbles around all red-faced after receiving compliments from you.

You only need a few seconds to find your resolve again. Potential humiliation is always daunting but you really don’t think you can stomach the last hours of your shift with this uneasy weight on your shoulders. Besides, he won’t let it lie if you shrug him off now after practically begging for his attention. “Well, it’s just — what am I gonna do if we kiss?” 

His face goes slack for a millisecond before he looks like he wants to kill you for bringing up the subject. “Are we in middle school or somethin’? Just fuckin’ kiss him if you want to,” he growls it out, already ripping open his book to find the page he lost for such a juvenile conversation.

You can’t bring yourself to say the real issue. How hard could it possibly be to just say you’re out of practice? Extremely, woefully out of practice for someone your age who should be playing the field to some degree. You haven’t been in a relationship since high school and the last time you kissed someone was at a Christmas party two years ago. 

(Even more depressing is the fact that the kiss in question only barely counts. Getting caught underneath the mistletoe with Tenya had resulted in the most awkward, short-lived peck in human existence. It took months for either of you to fully live it down and you still hear about it every December.

You would be loath to admit it but it’s because of Katsuki that all you’ve experienced in the last few years has been Tenya’s stiff embrace. At some point before that party, you had noticed the way you came alive when he would direct all of his attention on you and it hadn’t taken long to realize that it was because you had feelings for him. How could you not? He's always cared for you and paid attention to all of your little parts, always rough and tumble but soft and doting at the same time. He’s always impressed upon you how you’re ‘his girl’ and it’s always lit you like a livewire. 

Despite it all, you’d given up hope of reciprocity. He never exhibited any feelings in return and you weren’t the type to actively pursue something with a friendship as dear as his on the line. Mirio’s invitation couldn’t have come at a better time because, hopefully, someone as lovely as him will wean you off of Katsuki and the insurmountable emotions you have for him.)

You don’t flounder for long because Katsuki never lets you. He always zeros in on these things quickly without you having to actually say anything. It’s too bad that he uses his powers for evil instead of actually being helpful for once.

His smile is knife-sharp and his eyes hold the usual air of taunting people like Izuku have to deal with all the time. “What? Does the little ‘ole mechanic still not know how to kiss?” He clicks his tongue in mock pity before letting out an obnoxious laugh at your expense, slapping his book on his knee like he wasn’t pissed at the beginning of this exchange. Like you don’t know how he’s just as hopeless in this arena with his nonexistent dating life.

“It’s just been a while!” You’re trying to defend yourself but it only makes him laugh that much harder, his hand slapping across his mouth to cover his manic grin and stifle his obnoxious wheezing. It might have been funny if it was anyone else but it just feels pathetic to you; It’s to the point now that the mechanics of making out have totally slipped your mind, not that he needs to know that with how hard he’s already laughing. “I just want it to be good,” you drop your pencil down on the steel table with finality before turning back to the Honda. To save some face, to protect what little bit of pride you still have kicking in your chest, your words take on an indifferent tone. ”Whatever. I’ll just figure it out when the time comes.”

His laughter dies down and no response follows which is honestly fine because you prefer the silence. You assume he’s dropped it, something that’s probably for the best after how he’s been this week. While you might have forgotten the lead-up, the motions of making out, the same can’t be said for knowing how little Katsuki is invested in the topic of your date. He’s made it perfectly clear how much of an idiot he finds Mirio and how you’re an even bigger one for accepting his offer. Telling Katsuki about Mirio started recurring rounds of barely-concealed huffing and little comments at Mirio’s expense (and sometimes yours) before pattering off into a terrible mask of nonchalance. It’s done nothing to hide his random bout of irritation on the subject.

You line up a collection pan under the drain plug, already reaching for the ratchet balanced on the nearby toolbox. Placing the head of the tool against the large bolt, you set to work on turning. You twist and twist and twist your arm counter-clockwise and the garage fills with the familiar sound of metal on metal.

The click of your tool is loud on your ears but it’s not enough to drown out everything with it, especially with the rhythmic pauses you take with each crank. You hear a group of teenagers after one crank, laughing carelessly after a day at the local high school pass the front of the shop. Next, it’s a deep metal clang from the old vending machine in the office section, its weak lights fluttering with the shake of an old machine. Finally,  just as you feel the bolt release the majority of its tension and all it will take to have pools of slick oil filling your pan is a single crank, you catch Katsuki’s rough voice carrying through the wind. Your ratchet ends up slipping right through your fingers and clattering on the concrete. The bolt still clings to the valve. 

”Practice on me.”

The slam of metal on concrete has you startling, and you straighten your back to your full height—not that you get very far. Pain blooms at the crown of your head from the harsh metal of a rogue pipe beneath the car. “Shit, that hurt—” You cup the spot tenderly, reaching toward the ground so you can scoop up your fallen tool while you hiss in Katsuki’s direction. “I really hope that joke was worth my concussion, asshole.” 

He locks his jaw and squares his shoulders, tense and sharp lines replacing the teasing air that usually comes of his mockery, before retaliating again—almost making you drop the ratchet a second time. “‘M not joking,” Katsuki frowns, the pinch of his brow painting the perfect picture of serious. 

Your cheeks heat but unlike the flush that comes with crushes and dates and kissing, it’s the kind that comes with being poked at. It feels a little humiliating because he’s barring down, acting like he’s willing to make out with you and for a joke of all things. You clench your fist tight around the ratchet before slamming it back into your toolbox. “You’re not funny, Kat,” you close your eyes for a brief moment, releasing a single rage-filled breath so you don’t blow up from his audacity. “That’s not funny, especially since I was being open with you.”

He casts his head back and groans, loud and frustrated before replying with a sneer that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I know the fumes from this shithole haven’t fucked with your cognitive abilities that much. I said I wasn’t jokin’.”

Tinges of anger still linger deep within your chest but they’re mostly replaced with confusion. It doesn’t make any sense, not in your world at least. “You’re being serious? Why would you offer that?”

His cheeks redden as he processes what you’ve said, where the conversation has gone and then he’s breaking his gaze, swiveling his head to the bustling street outside. He ignores your questions when he finally works through all of the thoughts you can see piling up in his head. “Forget it.”

You aren’t as willing to forget. “Would you really do that for me?”

You step around your toolbox, around the steel table you write all of your orders down on, and you close the distance that separated Katsuki from your work. He doesn’t move when you approach; he stays still and quiet, watching people come and go with dark eyes and a clamped mouth. ”It’s just a dumb fucking kiss,” his rough voice is even more coarse. “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t willin’.”

Shock doesn’t even begin to describe what you’re going through. Katsuki can shrug off a kiss like it carries no weight but you know that’s not really how he feels. Dating, sex, kissing — it‘s all serious business to him, after a lifetime of watching his parents love each other and seeing the joy and domestic bliss that came out of it. After a lifetime of wanting it for himself. He wouldn’t do this with just anyone.

He’d do it with you, though. 

You consider him then, only for a few seconds. You take in his pale hair, his stained cheeks, his large hand dwarfing his little paperback where it holds the page he’s on. Pretty, you recognize because that’s always been true for as long as you’ve known him. Pretty and willing to kiss you.

Your answer leaves as easily as it came to mind. “Okay.”

You catch the subtle ruffle of his hair when he turns to face you again. He considers you now, analyzing you in the same way you had analyzed him. Feeling his eyes on you is too much so you follow in his footsteps; You lamely train your eyes out the door and pretend he isn’t even here, like anything out there is more interesting than this sudden turn of events. 

You can’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eyes, and it’s enough to finally evoke a response out of him.

“You gonna get over here or are ya gonna stand around like an idiot?”

It only takes four steps to clear what little space pooled between you two, to be within reaching distance of each other. You don't reach out to him yet; Instead, you wipe sweaty hands down your front, completely at a loss for how to tread these new waters with someone currently glaring holes in between your eyebrows. 

“What are you gonna do with your hands?” Business as usual, Katsuki takes on his usually bossy tone. It’s irritating most days but all it does now is put you at ease. You know he’ll take care of you and you know that he’ll be helpful in his own aggressive way.

“My hands? It depends,” you say, because it does.  A lot of factors go into hand placement.

He rolls his eyes at you because, even though he’s helping, he’s still Katsuki. “No, it doesn’t ‘depend’,” he quotes the air, his voice in a grating impression of your own. “God, you’re so fucking lucky I’m around.”

 He snatches your hands, curling around the limp of your wrists and then tugging unnecessarily harsh until you’re standing in between his parted thighs. He drops a stained hand on his shoulder, ignoring a cry you let out about the grease before twining your leftover fingers with his. You feel the catch of his calluses on your own and despite the pleasant trill that rockets up your palm, it’s immediately overshadowed by the need to fidget away in a fit of stage fright. If Katsuki feels the same, he doesn’t show it.

The hand still in his grip is moved to the back of his head that dips back to meet it. He cards your fingers through the wild mess of hair, curling your fingers around his strands before slipping away to anchor around your elbow. “There. He’ll like it if you do that shit,” Katsuki smirks up at you, cocky when all he did was put your hands on him. 

Embarrassingly enough, he might actually have a reason to feel cocky. If it feels even a fraction like this when you touch Mirio then you don’t see how things could go wrong. You notice how it lights you up from the inside; Pops and crackles flare deep in the crevices of your gut the longer your hands are on him. 

You’ve touched these parts of him before—felt the curves of his shoulder when patting him on the back and the downy soft of his hair on the rare occasions he lays his head on your lap—but this is the first time it’s inspired anything beyond friendly affection. This is new, feeling your friend in this context. You’re a little shocked by how much you enjoy it.

With little success, you try to ignore how well he fits into your palms. “What now?” You zero in on the material of his shirt but it proves to be just as distracting with how it clings to his torso. Has he always been this built?

He’s so focused on helping, so serious about it that you almost feel a little guilty for the subtle squeeze you give to his arm, taking in how the muscles refuse to cave around your fingers. “You gotta look me in the eyes when you do this shit, or it won’t count.”

You doubt that but you listen anyway because you really don’t want to be caught checking him out when he’s being so nice to help you in the first place. You square your shoulders and dip your head and tear your gaze away from your prodding fingers but his request is easier said than done. 

The promise of a kiss as practice, one shared with your best friend no less, is making you feel ridiculous and—if you really examined yourself—extremely nervous. If only you could be as straight-faced as he is; Your mouth stretches into a grin and your belly begins to twitch with suppressed laughter, despite the admittedly valiant attempt to stop both.

His face doesn’t crumble when he notices the shake of your shoulders. Instead, deep red eyes narrow into a glare when he sees your lip caught between your teeth, when he feels the clench of your heated hands on his shoulder and in his hair, and a snarl warps his face. You can’t blame him.

“Fuckin’—stop laughing,” he snaps, his cheeks coloring to match his ears. “I don’t have to do this shit for you. Fucking grow up.”

“Sorry—” You cast your head back to the tin roof of the garage, and you try to regain your composure because he is right. He doesn’t have to do this for you and you should probably be grateful he hasn’t started kicking your ass for daring to laugh at him. A few pulls of air filled with the overpowering smell of gasoline and grease does nothing to quell the jitter of your nerves like it usually does. You're practically wheezing now. “Just give me a second.”

“No, fuck you. I do this shit out of the kindness of my heart and you have the fuckin’ nerve,” — he tries to pry your hands away but you tighten your grip to deter him — “Let go, damn it!“

“Please, Katsuki,” you’re gasping for air but it does help relieve some of the tension that started to leak into your bones. “I’m just nervous, remember?”

That must quell his wrath because hands that sought to push you away lose their will, loosening around where they tried to pry you off. Instead, they find shelter at the curve of your waist. He cups just beneath your rib cage, his fingers locking against doughy flesh, and then pets down your side every time your body jumps from every stifled laugh.

It takes longer than a few seconds, your laughs losing their wind and your smile shrinking into its little half-moon slowly, but it does eventually stop—and when the time comes, you find he’s already staring at you. There’s no scowl or scathing look or pout. All you’re greeted with is an expression that reeks of something gentle and reverent.

 It should shock you to see, this sweetness, but most of the surprise comes from how real it feels. You’re still coming off of a rush of endorphins, happy little chemicals that eased you into his gaze, but it doesn’t quite feel like the lingering effects of adrenaline that legitimatizes the glint in his eyes. You know how authentic that expression is because It rests along your tongue and the roof of your mouth whenever you are caught up in your own feelings, filling your throat with a roaring heat that sears your insides with want. 

It’s just practice, you stress half-heartedly.

His hands slide down to grip the fat of your hips with strength that surges up his arms, has the blue-green criss-cross of his veins jumping and the muscles of his arms flexing. He pulls you even closer until your thighs press tight against the insides of his.

 His torso expands and rubs pleasantly through the thick material of your coveralls and, maybe if you weren’t too busy marveling at the novelty of it, you would have noticed the singular stutter of his breathing when you lean into him even more, squishing your chest against him with the weight of your body. “He’ll do that,” He says, his voice low and rumbling while his eyes bounce around, never staying anywhere for long. “He’ll do that if he isn’t a complete moron.”

Your fingers twist and curl the edges of his hair. It's a necessary distraction from how one of his hands rubs a slow stroke up and down your side. He tilts his head back a bit to maintain eye contact, and you find that you like that, feeling his eyes gazing up at you. A dull thud echoes in the quiet still of the garage; The toe of one of your boots knocks against the tower of tires Katsuki has perched himself on and it’s all because you want to feel his head tip a little further into the cradle of your palm. “How do you know?”

His eyes finally halt, fixed on a singular point on your face, your mouth, with drooping eyelids. Has anyone ever looked at you like that before? He grumbles back a slow and reluctant answer. “I read a lot of Shoujo.” 

Normal conditions would call for a round of teasing. He’s never openly admitted to reading those, always telling you to ‘mind your own damn business’ when you ask. It should be ridiculous that someone like Katsuki, who looks like he would be averse to romance in all its forms, indulges in stories about characters falling deeply in love.

It doesn’t feel so absurd now that you’re chest to chest with him and his eyes feel like they’re brand-hot while they trail the shape of your face. 

Maybe if you ask nicely, with enough sweetness and pleading, he’ll tell you what it is that he enjoys reading the most. There are endless possibilities in romance; Maybe he reads about enemies falling in love or maybe he sticks solely to meet-cute storylines about starstruck strangers. A secret hope wriggles itself deep in the crevices of your heart, flipping your stomach obnoxiously once more; Maybe, if you’re lucky, he’ll have a soft spot for romance between friends.

The way he’s looking at you now almost makes the last week he’s spent biting your head off worth it. It also makes you forget how you earned this position, the two of you spun around each other. It feels too natural, perfect in the way that he’s meant to have his hands on you and your hands on him.

“Kat?”

“Changed my mind.” For all your sluggish movements and syrupy thoughts, your heart works itself into overdrive when he says that. He doesn’t let you spiral for long. “Close your eyes,” he whispers.

The request causes hesitation. What if this leaves you wrecked to the point that you’ll never be able to get over him? Is this really the type of thing you should do before a date with someone else? What if Katsuki doesn’t like it?

Because it’s Katsuki, he sees all the trepidation flash across your face and makes the decision for you. A hand that’s sat still on your side, one that’s only played with the give of your hip, moves. It ghosts over your waist, slow on its ascent up the side of a breast. Higher, the length of your neck shivers when his calloused graze thin skin. His middle and index fingers extend, parting to fit the width of your eyes before resting over your brow and pulling down. The pads of his fingers are rough here too but also gentle and warm on your eyelids. “Close ‘em.”

Your eyes flutter at the raspy demand. You hear a car fly past the shop and a gust of warm, early September air whooshing through the garage door. The wind ruffles the edges of your hair but never touches your cheek; Katsuki’s hand bats away the humidity, his thumb rubbing dizzying tingles into the skin. 

The tickle of his breath results in the swipe of your tongue along your cupid’s bow—you only miss Katsuki’s bottom lip by a centimeter, not that you notice. You work through the jumble of your throat, swallowing around the ball of nerves that grows the longer he hovers. “I thought it didn’t count if I couldn't look you in the eye?” 

“Shut up,” he rumbles, nowhere near as scathing as he usually is when he demands your silence. “Couldn’t handle you lookin’ at me like that.”

His breath smells like the sweet-tart of citrus tic tacs, the same ones he refused to share earlier. Giddy is the best way to describe the emotion bubbling up. Looks like you get a taste after all. “Why not?” 

Your eyes stay resolutely closed, his mouth stays resolutely shut. You scratch at his scalp a little meanly but the low grunt he lets out is more relaxed than hurt. “C’mon, Katsuki.“ Why wouldn’t he be able to handle you looking at him in any type of way?

His voice is so low on your ears that if you weren’t already hanging off of his words you would have surely missed it. “Ya keep lookin’ at me like that and it’ll be me you’re goin’ on a date with.”

It’s soft, much softer than Katsuki seems capable of, when you feel the first press of his lips.

And It’s good. It’s so good you completely forget the nerves and the implication of his words. They just — whoosh away with the wind of another too fast car and each wet smack of his lips. Everything you know fades out of existence and all you can do is fall into him, leaning more and more of your weight into his soft squeezes and the clenching muscles of his stomach shamelessly. You don’t even have it in you to be embarrassed when your teeth clink or someone bites too hard on plush bottom lips. He takes it all in a stride, almost seems to revel in it as much as you do. 

And maybe you weren’t as hopeless as you thought because you seem to match his pace and finesse with little trouble. Katsuki pants and shudders and pulls at you with increasing force. His fingers flex and clench along your body, trailing dangerously low on your back with one hand and slowly rubbing the side of your belly with the other. He whines when you clench his hair in your fist and lean his head back for better access to the curl of his tongue, moans low and rough when your body sags against him and you feel a tell-tale hardness straining against his jeans.

He’s the one that pulls away first. The only thing that stops you from licking into his mouth again is a little shove to your hips and a low croak. 

“E—enough,” he clears his throat, and the air of nonchalance he’s imitating would be more believable if he wasn’t running his tongue over swollen lips, if his fingers weren’t twitching to touch more and his eyes weren't trained on the heave of your chest. “You’ve got no reason to be nervous about your dumb fuckin’ date.”

He might be able to change the subject easily but you can’t. You’re dazed, practically swaying in your work boots between his thighs. Date? Nervous? You aren’t nervous anymore and you aren’t thinking about a date with Mirio. Everything seems so far away now, hardly even a blip on your radar. Unimportant. All you have left swirling in your head are ways to get your mouth on him again without seeming too desperate. 

“You’re blushing.” You’ve missed the migration of his deep flush because your eyes were closed. The blush has moved from his face and ears down toward the thick of his neck, maybe even the valley of his chest. You trail a finger down one scalding cheek, the same shade of rouge that covers the pert of his nose. He freezes in his pursuit of making distance. “Did you like it that much, Katsuki?”

You should know better than to ask him that and it’s only confirmed when he slaps at the hand on his cheek and forces you back before he jumps to his feet off of his tower of tires. He looms over you once he’s at his full height with a mean snarl that curls back his upper lip. The intention of intimidation falls flat when his eyes still track the swollen mess you have for a mouth.

“As fuckin’ if.” He rips his jacket from the hood of a car, shoving his arms deep into the leather with all the aggression in the world and stomping toward the entrance of the shop with the same amount of ire. “I should’ve known you would pull some shit like that. Should've let you look like the goddamn fool you are in front of your lame ass boy toy.”

Katsuki doesn’t normally leave until your shift ends so he can drive you home. The rush he’s in to leave the garage is startling and even if you committed the cardinal sin of asking Katsuki how he feels, you’re unprepared for the change of pace. You intercept him right at the door, posing yourself as a wobbly-kneed wall that stands between his escape. “Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but this shitty fuckin’ shop!” He spits it out all mean but he doesn’t push through you to leave like he normally would. He stands with clenched fists and glares down at you even though he’s supposed to be storming out of the garage. 

“Okay,” you breathe it out, a little dreamy and a little defeated. You don’t really want him to leave, not when you easily just had the best kiss of recent memory and with the same friend who’s been so aggravated since Mirio made his appearance on your radar. But you know from how he shifts from foot to foot that any conversation about it right now would just make him act like a caged animal. “Alright, Kat. Just one more thing before you go.” 

“What do you want now?” His sharp edge dulls itself a bit from curiosity. You hope to god you’re reading the room right.

You steel your resolve and rise to the tip of your toes. With the collar of his jacket cuffed in your fist, you drop a final kiss on the corner of his mouth. He reacts so fast, not even questioning it and already working to move his mouth so it’s placed squarely against yours. The soft pucker of his lips trying so hard to greet your own only builds the hope you buried in your chest.

The smile you give him when you’ve pulled away must be a lot to take in because he avoids it entirely. You don’t let him run for long; You cup the underside of his chin and pull him to face you head-on. 

“I’ll call you later, yeah?” 

You only get a single half-second of his disbelief before his wide eyes strengthen to their normal steel with that little something from before, that pillow-soft glaze of affection and want. The response he grunts back confirms what you see and what you felt when he held you in his hands and kissed away your thoughts. “Nah, I’ll call you. I have some shit I got to tell you.”

And then he leaves. He nudges you out of the way with a firm grip on your waist before he turns his back to you and marches out the garage door. He never fully looks back either. All you get is a single glance out of the corner of ruby eyes when he fixes a nonexistent fold of his jacket before he leaves you alone with the hum of an archaic vending machine and the phantom impression his hands left on your body.

And you just watch him trudge down the sidewalk. You memorize how the sinking sun paints his hair and the tenseness of his shoulders from how he has a hand shoved in his pocket and his little paperback book clenched in the other. You lose sight of him completely when he passes the dingy corner store you always buy coffee from. 

You already have an inclination about what his call will be about. If his goodbye and the reaction to the sweet little kiss you placed on the edge of his mouth are anything to go off of, you really do have nothing to worry about — nothing to worry about because Katsuki is going to put an end to your lovesick misery without the help of Mirio. You can barely contain the excitement from gushing out of every pore. 

Your next course of action is pretty much decided then and there and you waste no time once he‘s gone. You claw your phone from the deep pocket of your coveralls, you pull up Mirio’s contact info, and let out your sixth sigh of the afternoon.

Katsuki’s soothed your nerves but, in doing so, he’s left you with a whole new problem. Now you need to figure out the right way to tell Mirio that you can’t make your date because you’re seeing someone else.

[jairights]

❦ FOR SOME ❦

content warning: humiliation, overstimulation, explicit sexual contents, foursome, cumshot, fake blood, jumpscare.

english is not my first language, expect typographical and grammatical error.

minors dni.

BENKEI, WAKASA & TAKEOMI

While Takemichi and Senju are hanging out in the amusement park. The trio Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi decided to went on a horror house.

"Let's make a bet." Takeomi said as they line up outside the horror house.

Benkei glanced at him. "What bet?"

Wakasa just wear his bored face as he listens to his two friends.

"The first one who will flinch, scream or any signs of being surprised and startled must pay all the rides we'll ride tonight..." Takeomi challenged the two.

"We all know it's just humans anyway." Benkei shrugged. "I'm in, how about you Waka?"

The man just nod calmly, he thinks it's childish to even went to an amusement park for 27 years old men. Yet now, his friends are betting for something so boring and obvious.

As the three of them went in, dark covering the place. A man bathing in fake blood appeared, none of the trio flinched or got surprised. Just passed by the guy who's just doing his work embarrassingly.

Ghosts, witches, mannequins, didn't scared them a little bit. At the shallow hallway, jailed zombies suddenly tried pulling them inside the prison.

"They aren't scary, they are annoying." Benkei hissed and the zombie holding him let go of him.

"Let go." Wakasa plainly said to the zombie pulling him, and she did let go of him.

Takeomi is just removing every hands touching him annoyed and losing his patience.

After they are done with the zombie course, they saw a dark garden with graves and flowers. A bridge in the middle was vividly seen through the shine of the moonlight from the transparent roof.

The trio just walked calmly with the lead of bored Wakasa. A hand suddenly grab Wakasa's leg, he was startled by her sudden touch. He was surprised since it was so sudden for him and he didn't expect a ghost would appear around the vases of flowers.

"Waka, lose." Benkei teased when they notice Wakasa flinched a little earlier.

Takeomi only laughs and all of them looks down to the woman who's crying. She's wearing a normal clothes, doesn't seem like a ghost working here.

Wakasa leaned down to face her. "Why are you crying here alone? You don't seem like worker here."

Y/N, the girl who's crying, wipe her tears and calmed herself. "My friends left me." She hold onto Wakasa's sleeves. "At t-the end of the bridge, someone will appear hanging upside down." She closed her eyes and inhaled. "My friends run but I was so scared and couldn't passed by it's head." She cried again.

Wakasa look at his friends asking for help to calm her down. Y/N pulled Wakasa to bury her face on his chest and cry more.

Takeomi clears his throat. "We'll accompany you 'till we got outside."

She nods and slowly stood up. They walk to the bridge, Takeomi on the front, Y/N is hiding behind Wakasa, and Benkei is guarding Y/N's back. As they cross the bridge, Y/N grip on Wakasa's shirt tightly. They heard a loud thud and there, a woman hanging upside down creepily appeared as water drips from her hair.

Y/N saw it for the second time, yet she screamed and tried to run only to bump on Benkei's hardened chest. Benkei grab her waist so she won't fall due to the sudden wall-like chest that stopped her to run away.

"Thank you." She told Benkei as her fist, leaned shyly on his broad shoulders.

"If you can't look at it, just close your eyes." Takeomi adviced to Y/N.

Y/N nods and closed her eyes. "Okay."

Benkei guides Y/N as she hold to Wakasa's shirt. Closing her eyes until they passed by the woman hanging upside down.

The four of them walked around but still can't find the exit. Y/N always run to Benkei or Wakasa's arm whenever she's scared. Takeomi is always warning her, if he thinks there might be a ghost will surprised them but none of it worked. Y/N is a scaredy cat.

"It seems like we're lost." Takeomi said when they entered a room. "Waka, you didn't forgot the deal, right?"

Wakasa locked the room's door. "I didn't."

The three of them start checking the room.

"It's just full of toys." Benkei commented.

Takeomi nods. "Maybe the ghost here is a kid, did he went home because his mama called him?" He joked.

"Waka won't pay for rides when we can't get out of here." Benkei said.

"We'll ride something else." Wakasa said and approached Y/N who's just standing near Benkei. "Princess, wanna play with us?" He asked her sweetly.

Y/N looks around and saw the toys. "You mean those?" She asked innocently, not getting what Wakasa meant.

"No, I mean..." Wakasa slide her hair on her ear. "You've been touching us since earlier... and I lost the bet because of you."

"I am sorry." Y/N looks down.

Benkei hold her chin up and turned her face to him. "Nah babe, he means we'll ride you because we can't find the exit." He said.

Wakasa and Benkei slowly had a boner since earlier while they are roaming the house. Y/N hold to them, hug them whenever she's scared. Animal instinct, their lengths erected but they hold themselves with the scaredy cat Y/N.

Y/N gulped looking at Benkei's eyes.

"Just like our bet, I'll pay the rides so..." Wakasa said and hold her waist. "Let us ride you."

Y/N blinks as she tries to progress what's happening. "How much will you pay me?" She asked Wakasa.

He grinned. "Depends on how good you are."

"Can I take three of you?" Y/N asked.

Takeomi is just leaning on the wall, one of his brows went up when he knew Y/N is interested in their offer. "You can darling, we'll guide you."

Y/N thinks. Making out with this fine men, won't be too bad, right? She asked herself.

Wakasa smiled lightly at her. "So what do you think? Are you going to seal the deal?"

Slowly, Y/N nods. Wakasa grinned and hold both of her wrists pinning it in the wall with one hand. She yelped and looked at his eyes nervously.

Takeomi went to them. "So..." He said as his hand travels under her skirt. "Let us hear your screams differently."

Benkei on her left, Takeomi in her right and Wakasa in front of her.

Y/N bit her lip, holding back her moans feeling Takeomi's hand inside her undershorts. Wakasa starts sucking and licking, from her collar bone to the back of her earlobe.

She can only moan silently as Benkei, on the other hand. Snakes his hand inside her fitted shirt, cupping and playing with her breast after pulling up one side of her bra.

Takeomi, removes her undershorts along with her panty and spread her legs. Lifting up her skirt to show his friends her needy cunt, wet and throbbing for them.

Wakasa stopped licking her, Benkei smirked looking down at her pussy.

"Babe, let's just take this off." Benkei said and took off Y/N's shirt. Her boobies bounced after being pulled by her bra.

Lustful eyes lay on her, she tries to cover her chest but Wakasa is fast enough to pin her wrists again on the wall. "No covering, princess." He warned. "You're princes won't like it."

Takeomi hold one of her legs up, spreading it to his likings. He starts rubbing circles on it. "It's glistening, shower our cock with these juices, alright?"

"Yeah, milk us with that pretty cunt hm?" Benkei said. "Gonna poke every part of that hole for ya, babe."

"I will go first... it's my money, and I bid the deal." Wakasa said.

The two men back off disappointedly, Wakasa take out his long cock that made Y/N gasped. "Oh my gosh." She uttered looking at his shaft in wide eyes open.

"Princess." Wakasa said as he lifts Y/N's legs, spreading it as he aligns himself to her cunt. "This prince..." Pertaining to his cock that's slowly entering her wetness, earning a low moan from her. "... will surely enjoy this ride." He said and push himself on one snap.

Y/N screams. Hole stretched and filled with Wakasa hardened dick, pulsating inside her.

"Fuck." He uttered as he gradually thrust inside her.

She cry, not use to his size. Never did she expect it to be this big. Y/N wonders, how about those two. Looking at the right side, Takeomi is pumping his huge dick, at the right, Benkei doing the same with his fat cock.

Y/N synchronized her moans to Wakasa's thrust. Every thrust was rough and sloppy. Skin slapping with one another, Y/N lost her mind screaming her lungs out. A man he just met is fucking her so good in a horror house.

"Is this room soundproof? What if there's a CCTV?" She wonders through the cloud nine while rolling her eyes, and opening her mouth wide.

"Hold this baby, my fist is not enough." Takeomi said making her hold his cock.

Benkei also took Y/N's hand and wrap her palm aroung his dick. The two fucked her hand wrap around their massive cocks. Wakasa fucking her, while giving handjobs to Takeomi and Benkei.

"Waka~ ahh~" she moaned, nearing her climaxed.

"Damn, princess. You know my name all this time, but didn't moan it?" Wakasa said and slams faster on her cunt. "That's unforgivable."

She whimper, squirming at this long cock kissing her g-spot repeatedly. Mouth agape, her eyes turned white and release herself on Waka's shaft.

Her climaxed, didn't stop Wakasa. Instead he thrust faster chasing his own high. "Tell me, you want me to cum inside you, right?"

Like an enchantment, she nods several times looking at Wakasa's purple eyes pleadingly. "Please do, Waka."

With that, Wakasa release himself inside her and gave her few soft kisses on her lips as he catch his breath.

"It's our turn now, Waka move." Benkei impatiently said.

Y/N forgot that there's two more. Waka pulled out and Y/N stumbled when he let go of her.

Benkei hug her waist and kissed her torridly, her hands wrap around his neck. "Now, wrap those legs on yo daddy's hips, baby."

She jumped and did what Benkei requested. Sucking each other's mouth, he enter her within a second. Again, she was stretched wider making her mouth gap with a different cock.

Takeomi pulled her hair, pulling her away from Benkei's mouth. "You keep forgetting about me." He said and smashed his lips on hers roughly, hungrily.

Benkei starts moving his hips while Takeomi and Y/N is savoring each other's mouth. Y/N silently moans through their heated kiss. To her surprised, Takeomi insert his length on her asshole.

"Fuuuck!" She screamed.

Omi smirks seeing Y/N's lewd face as he also starts thrusting in her anal. Both Benkei and Takeomi slams their balls to her skin. Drooling, moaning, lips parted, eyes turned white. Y/N is a mess taking two cock at once.

Her bouncing tits joined the rhythm of skin slapping along with the men's balls. Benkei mouths her breast, Takeomi mouths the other one. She went feral, losing her mind when she's so sensitive with every part of her body.

"Ahh~ hmm~ K-Kei... ughh~ ahhhh~ omi-" she blabber through the melody of skins smacking, still wearing a lewd and mess expression.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Benkei grunt, nearing his high ramming faster on Y/N's cunt.

Takeomi groaned, almost coming feeling her ass hug his shaft fully. "Damn, babe." He breathes.

Y/N came, along with Benkei. He pulled out making her bend down, losing her strength as Takeomi fuck her ass, and nails digging on her hips.

Tiptoeing, Y/N moaned. "Fuck~~ I can't ngh-" she squirmed.

While her mouth gaped, a dick was shove to her mouth. It was Wakasa's long dick poking Y/N's throat suddenly in a split of second. She gagged and he grab her hair, fucking her mouth mercilessly and messily.

Takeomi shoots his cum on Y/N's back. "This is unfair, Waka." He said. "She's tired, we can't use her mouth after you."

Benkei nods. "Then..." he said entering her ass. "Let's just exchange Takeomi, wanna feel this ass hugging my cock tightly."

Despite having her mouth full, she screamed only to choked on Wakasa's length. Takeomi hold Y/N's leg up, hanging it on his shoulder. Benkei and Takeomi hold her hips as they both penetrate her holes.

With her leg up, her cunt, asshole, mouth was occupied by the three men. Fucking each hole, it drove her to madness.

"Atta, doll. You can do it." Wakasa cheer for her as she struggle while holding to his thighs for support.

"Cockslut." Takeomi said looking at how messy Y/N looks. "Scared of fake ghosts but can take three cocks despite being tired." He said between his thrust.

"She's so good, Waka." Benkei said. "Should we just keep her? Look at her enjoying every inch of us." He said and smacked her ass.

"Maybe we should." Wakasa said catching his breath, still ramming in her mouth.

The trio, breaths frantically. All of them are reaching their second high. In Y/N's case, she came several times already and about to lose her senses.

"Let's shower this cockslut with our cum. She'll be really beautiful with it." Wakasa said.

A few thrust more, they all pull out. Y/N, barely hanging in there opened her mouth, kneeling to receive their cum. Pumping their cock, milk starts to escape their shaft. Showering Y/N's face and mouth.

Y/N swallowed the cum in her mouth and fell on the cold floor, only wearing her skirts. Pussy swollen, messed make up and hair, in conclusion, she's a wrecked.

"It's not too bad being lost inside a horror house." She told herself inside her head. Heaving she said. "Fuck, it was awesome..."

Losing all the strength, fainting after taking three monster cocks at once intoxicated with pure ecstasy as she closed her eyes.

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masterlist ♡

[jaehunnyy]

A/N: this idea popped in my mind and i thought that the concept would suit Stray Kids' Minho perfectly 🥰

@sungbeam, lovely, thank you very much for all the support and help you offered me regarding this fic; your patience is a blessing. I will forever be thankful! 💕

Baby, there's nothing holding me back

Genre: strangers-to-lovers!au, angst with happy ending, fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Pairing: Lee Minho × fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of toxic household, some curse words, a fight, Haechan is Minho's rude brother, Minho's a softie. This work contains mentions of Nct Dream as "villains" (mostly Haechan). However, it doesn't reflect their true personalities, it's just a work of fiction, i love them a lot myself. Thus, please don't hate on the boys! 🧡

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The big, transparent water droplets brought by the rain hit your window like pebbles, blending with the pain in your heart and the tears on your face. It looked like the weather was crying for your loss too. After four hours of searching, you gave up, guided back in your room by the storm outside. Your little baby, a three month-old Scottish Fold cat, disappeared from the yard she was playing in, without a trace. With a bit of hope still, you had wandered around your little neighbourhood, but returned with nothing but emptiness and a broken heart.

You'd decided that you would start searching for the little soul again, after the rain stopped. You couldn't even bring yourself to think about her once gray, fluffy fur, being wet and flattened, leaving your little ball of sunshine with nothing but cold. Completely wallowing in your pity, you lost the track of time, only being brought back to reality by the doorbell ringing loudly. Roaming into the darkness of your own world, you didn't bother to grab something in case you needed to hit someone, opening the door without a second thought; and God, you didn't regret a single thing.

A few hours ago, Minho got a chance to escape his evil little brother's demands, his coping mechanism being a walk with his cats. He was sick of the life he had been living since Donghyuck moved with him, having to deal daily with not only him, but also his friends, the seven of them being well known as the 'Dreamies': "Minho, bring us this", "Minho, go clean that", and other demands he grew tired of.

The rain had calmed by now and his lips curled into an innocent, soft smile; which only seemed to grow bigger when he heard a soft "meow" behind him, turning almost immediately to see the little creature standing in front of him, drenched. It was a cute, gray cat, peering up at him for some kind of affection.

The boy went to her straight away, hugging her softly and looking for any sign of a potential owner. A shiny, golden collar caught his attention, and it looked like that was exactly what he was searching for. "Nyx; if lost, please return to Willow Alley 21." He was proud, silently praising the owner for being mindful and thinking about such situations. He grabbed the little kitten, sneaking her in his hoodie and zipping it up, her little head peeking at his other cats through the soft fabric.

Minho walked slowly to your house, noting the familiar scenery, since he lived in the same neighbourhood. He found himself standing in front of a welcoming, white door, then reached out to ring the doorbell. He waited patiently for someone to answer it, petting the lost kitten's head, before being interrupted by a little creak; and then, after you showed up, he felt like he was standing before an angel.

You, on the other side, were startled by the handsome stranger's presence, until you spotted the thing that made your heart fill with happiness again.

"Nyx!" You gasped, voice still hoarse after all the crying, but still pleasing to Minho's ears.

"I hope she's alright. I tried to keep her warm, like I would have done with my own." He smiled, his soft voice making you look at him, face adorned with admiration and joy.

Holding your beloved cat, you couldn't help but scan his face, his features secretly making you feel butterflies.

"My name is Y/N. What can I do for you in return? You're such an amazing human being, I should reward you somehow." The slight desperation in your voice took him off guard; you didn't have to do anything for him!

"I'm Minho, and I'm really glad that I could help, but there's nothing you have to do for me, I couldn't let her suffer there." He tried comforting you, but you weren't ready to let him go so fast.

"I insist! Whatever you want, whenever you need. Just please, let me return the favor to you somehow, Minho."

He loved the way your lips moved and said his name so beautifully. And then, an idea popped into his mind, boldness overwhelming him.

"Then let me take you out—on a date. Sounds like a win-win situation for both of us, don't you think?"

His sheepish way of flirting surprised you, though you had to admit that it amused you. His appearance, along with his charming looks and soft heart blended so well together, making you one of the luckiest people on Earth right then. How could you say no? It wasn't just the fact that a handsome boy showed up in front of your door, it was that he showed up in front of your door—with your lost cat cradled in his arms.

"If that's what you would like in return, who am I to deny you?"

He smirked, satisfied with your answer. "See you tomorrow, 7 pm, at Café Quinn, then. Don't be late, Y/N." He winked, then slowly made his way out of your yard.

You watched him leave, then hurried inside your house, leaning on the door with Nyx in your arms, smiling to yourself at the memory of the stranger with the cats. That was how your night passed.

Though, the beauty of the story had begun to fade the next day, 7:30 pm catching you still waiting for the mysterious boy.

"Don't be late, Y/N," you quoted his words from last night, a wave of anger taking over you. "How could you be such a fool? He was probably joking, stupid girl. What made you think he'll show up now?" You silently argued with your consciousness, letting out a tired sigh. You couldn't comprehend why you were bothering to wait anymore—you didn't even know him, so you did what you thought was the best: grabbed your purse and left the place.

Little did you know that Minho was in danger right now. He was on his way to the cafeteria, when he felt someone drag him to a different direction than the one he was planning to follow. He whimpered in pain when he felt his back making contact with the cold wall, seeing Haechan and his friends stand in front of him, evil grimaces adorning their faces.

"What the hell do you want?" he spat, the words followed by the venomous arrows his eyes threw at the younger boys.

"Why aren't you home right now? I already told you that my friends are coming over." Haechan's sarcastic tone resonated in the emptiness of the street.

"I'm not your personal servant, Donghyuck. I did enough, but I can't anymore. I have my own life."

The first to laugh at his brave remark was Mark, followed by six other mocking tones. Haechan signaled them to shut up, then approached his brother.

"Okay, I understand. You're free. You can leave now."

Minho waited for any sort of protest coming from the others, but nothing occurred. He shot them a last angry stare, before preparing to leave, but what had stopped him was a stinging pain on his face.

"But not before you take this, dear brother." He laughed along with the others, leaving Minho there, all alone, flabbergasted, and hurt. He knew he'd disappointed you, and all he wanted was to give you a proper excuse, though he knew you deserved better. His legs made their way to your house, the look on his face resembling a defeated puppy.

He couldn't help but almost tear up when he got the sweet deja-vu of yesterday, when everything was happy and normal. He also didn't know why he felt so guilty, but he blamed it on his stupid conception about love at first sight, one that he'd started to believe after meeting you. He repeated the actions from the other day, ringing your doorbell in search of you. And when you opened the door, with disappointment on your face, he couldn't hold it anymore. Clear, watery pearls gathered at the corners of his eyes and free-fell down the bruised slopes of his cheeks.

Your dress hugged your figure perfectly, your face wearing the natural make-up you put on perfectly; while he probably looked like an idiot, his cheek bruised, a little scratch visible, too, in the dim lights of the street.

"Minho…? What—what happened to you?" You asked, anger long gone at the sight of your date, the worry in your voice tensing him even more.

"I… was planning to tell you about my life today, but I guess some stories are meant to remain untold." His words pierced through your chest like needles, an unfamiliar pain bothering you.

"I… guess it's not that late, yet. Please, come in. We should take care of you first."

He got in, closing the door behind him, going to where you pointed at the couch. As he sat, his mouth let some words slip again, his trembling voice making you shiver. "I… don't deserve your attention right now. You don't have to do anything for me, please. It was terrible of me for letting you wait."

You approached him, gently grabbing his cheek and applied a piece of cotton drenched in iodine to the scratch on his face. He sighed, looking straight in your eyes.

"It's not your fault, Minho. I didn't react well myself, I judged you too early. But I'm not mad anymore, I'm glad that you came to me."

Nyx seemed to sense the sad tension in the house, crawling into the boy's lap, engulfing him in her welcoming warmth. A tear threatened to escape the boy's eyes, but you wiped it swiftly.

"Look at me, Minho. If we are meant to be, there won't be anything to hold the two of us back. We can always meet another time. Plus, the day isn't even over. We can still do something like teach a movie, right here."

If he had any tears in his eyes right now, they would surely be happy ones. His dark orbs held stars in them, lit up by the comfort of your words. He was happy that you felt the bond between the two of you as well, and he didn't want to have it other way. He would do anything, just to be able to call you his sometime. Holding your waist softly, his lips pressed to your blush powdered cheek, leaving a soft kiss there, a promise that the two of you would be fine.

Later on, you would have never thought that the guy who brought your lost kitten back would also be the guy who would light your boring life up with happiness and love, carrying true feelings that led you to start a pure-hearted relationship after a few more dates, leaving no untold stories behind.

[himitsu-luna]

Headcanon

⸰ֺ⭑Nct 127 - Ideal types⭑ֺ⸰

❥︎𑁍 Taeil

Someone like the moon. Serene, a comforting presence, humble, but that still possesses various interesting facets and is able to light the darkest room. Someone with a magnetic aura, whose presence is subtle, but when they are not around, they are definetely missed. Someone soft who inspire romantic thoughts and actions. Someone cute but that doesn't realize it. Someone silly who makes him smile and laugh at the smallest things, that vibes with him in a deeper level. Someone simple, as chill as him, as free spirited as him, who will be up to do anything with him. Someone who has the ability to make the most complicated thing look easy, that can vanish any bad feelings with a reassuring smile or touch. Someone that appreciates his entire being and all of his perfect imperfections.

❥︎𑁍 Johnny

Someone like the sun. Spontaneous, warm, bright, inviting, that makes him feel that life would be impossible without them. Someone that smiles a lot and laughs easily, that is kind of random. Someone visionary, free, that just catches his hand and says "let's go!". Someone who is genuine in everything they do and say, that sees no problem in saying "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong". Someone hardworking, that works more for others than for themselves. Someone with whom he can have cheesy pick up lines battles and that can make him flustered at the end. Someone that has firm steps and knows where they are going, that has a broad vision of life. Someone balanced, 50% emotional and 50% rational.

❥︎𑁍 Taeyong

Someone like a lighthouse. Always there to guide him, to show him that he is not alone, to show him the way when he feels lost, someone he knows that will be there for him, waiting for him at that same spot, with unchanged feelings. Someone dependable and reliable, with a motherly instinct, but that still has their inner child jumping and playing at times. Someone wise, from whom he can always learn a new thing. Someone that can make him slow down sometimes to enjoy a peaceful afternoon. Someone that can read, match and change his moods, that knows exactly what to do in every situation, that makes him feel safe and understood. Someone that goes to him with open arms and always listen to him before listening to anyone else.

❥︎𑁍 Yuta

Someone like a painting. Expressive, colorful, admirable, interesting, full of layers, that show themselves completely, but there's always some detail yet to be discovered if you look at them from a different angle. Someone fair, just, loyal, that kind of person that you can trust completely. Someone that actually doesn't fall for his pranks, because they are always one step ahead. Someone playful, sincere, open minded, free of judgements, that just want people to be happy and prays everyday for this world to get peace. Someone who matches his intensity, but is far from being competitive. Someone strong, maybe tough, but that has soft spots for a lot of cute little things. Someone kind and generous, that is always ready to help others.

❥︎𑁍 Doyoung

Someone like a precious crystal. Beautiful, transparent, formed with a lot of patience, that takes the hardships in life to become a better person, that seems delicate but is actually very strong, extremely precious and valuable in every way. Someone with an extremely good heart and a charming great mind. Someone who forgives easily, even though they shouldn't. Someone who is good with words, that expresses themselves well, that is honest with their feelings and share them with him. Someone who has the sense of commitment and give their all in the relationship. Someone who gets along with his family and friends. Someone who has eyes just for him, that is his supporting system, his number one fan, that recognizes all of his efforts. Someone who truly listen to others and keep in their hearts everyone's story.

❥︎𑁍 Jaehyun

Someone like an old love song. Filled with tender emotions, ageless, classic, someone who evoque sweet memories everytime he looks at them, someone who validates his thoughts and feelings. Someone who makes him miss them, that makes him smile with just one text message. Someone that doesn't push or rush him, that is in the same wavelenght as him, that walk in the same pace as him, that makes him feel comfortable and relaxed, that brings harmony to his life. Someone encouraging, that makes him gladly go out of his comfort zone sometimes. Someone entertaining, creative, that comes up with the most brilliant and funny thoughts from time to time. Someone fascinating, charming, passionate, that speaks with their whole body when they get excited.

❥︎𑁍 Winwin

Someone like the ocean. Deep, pacific, that makes him feel free and calm, that has the strong power to pull him to them, that gives him that feeling that the world is huge and there's so many things he doesn't know yet . Someone who gets his walls down, that makes him wanting to be the chaser. Someone who accepts him, who understands him, who doesn't suffocate or pressure him on acting in a certain way. Someone considerate, respectful, a gentle and ethereal soul. Someone that people may label as traditional, but that has a truly rich inner world, that they share only with him. Someone that quietly takes care of him just for the sake of caring, without any greed or second intentions.

❥︎𑁍 Jungwoo

Someone like a flower. Sweet, unique, fresh, that attracts people to them, fill everyone with happiness and with the feeling that at the end things will be alright and that life is indeed beautiful and worth living. Someone supportive, that will stay by his side and will make him their priotity. Someone who shows unconditional trust on him, on his feelings, on his thoughts, that makes him feel confident about himself. Someone with a hint of a genius mind, that can follow his thoughts, and that has thousands of hobbies, because they like to keep their mind running. Someone who won't deny his affection and will give him all the hugs he needs.

❥︎𑁍 Mark

Someone like the sky. Pure, sincere, soft, clear, that shelters everybody under their veil with no prejudice, that makes him want to fly high. Someone easy to deal with, that doesn't like conflicts, but that also knows how to protect themselves and the ones that need to be protected. Someone who gets involved in his daily life, that shows interest in the things he does. Someone empathetic, positive, cute, kind, soft spoken, that sees the bright side of the world. Someone who feels like a best friend, that greet him with a high five followed by a sweet little peck. Someone overall calm and chill, but that also has lots of chaotic moments that makes him burst into giggles.

❥︎𑁍 Haechan

Someone like the stars. Cute, special, lovely, that shines on their own and helps others find their own light, that is there even if you don't see them, that makes his eyes sparkle. Someone as wild as him, as intelligent as him, that thinks quick and acts quicker. Someone sweet and friendly, that makes sure everyone feels included. Someone who recognizes him and takes him seriously, that talks to him about any subject: politics, food, tv shows, science, business, everything. Someone affectionate, that hugs him, kisses him, that says him at the end of the day "You did great!". Someone that gently point him his hits and misses, that is always leading him to improvement. Someone mature yet carefree, funny and bubbly at their core.

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

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Promt: Wesker forgets about the reader’s birthday.

Pairing: Wesker x F!Reader

Word count: 2K

Type: fluff.

Wesker placed the samples with care on the table, starting his day as usual. He’s been spending his last few years, stuck in the lab researching all over again in order to achieve the wanted results. Since Uroborus is a high importance plan, he’s very meticulous about his schedule, respecting every minute precisely. Not a minute early, not a minute late. The only thing that he tries to put outside his schedule is you because he doesn’t like limiting the time he spends with his sweetheart. He cares so much about you that over the years he sees you as his equal, so he plans to inject you with the progenitor virus, a weaker strand because he can’t risk killing you. Because of this, he wants to do it on a special day, but the many opportunities that arrived didn’t fit in his schedule. The greatest gift he ever received was the power he got after breaking the confines of humanity, so he wants you to experience the same joy. Wesker kept thinking about it but he would get distracted by his work, so his present would always be in the planning stage. He doesn’t want to do it suddenly, he wants to introduce the idea slowly to you because he respects your boundaries.

Once you earned his respect, Wesker can be a very carrying partner, human even. He knows every little detail about his sweetheart, from her birthday to what she last ate. It can seem creepy when you put it like this, but this is nothing more than a lover who deeply cares about his partner and seeks to make her happy. Wesker is not the greatest at showing it though because of his work life. He has little to no time to show his affection. He still shows you that he is there for you, but not as much as he wants, making him more frustrated. Sometimes when he comes home from work he is so tired he barely sees you, let alone talk with you. He either collapses on the couch or bed and falls asleep as you talk with him because he is just too exhausted to carry the conversation. This doesn’t sit right with him because he gives all of his attention and energy to his work and doesn’t have any left for the only person that matters to him, making him wonder if it’s all worth it.

The relationship didn’t have a great start, since you expected Albert to be with you at least 8 hours a day but you’re lucky if you catch him once a week. He’s not the type to express himself and constantly expects others to read his mind, so you two would end up fighting. You have mistaken the lack of presence as rudeness and indifference, basing your reasoning on all the rumors you heard until you realized they were all stupid. Wesker proved to be the contrary, talking so nicely to you and not belittling you at all even if you piss him off. The amount of respect this man offered you even from the beginning is astonishing. He was so transparent with you and with all he does and he had so much patience until you understood. He was just a working man with probably burnout syndrome, so you took the responsibility to take care of him.

His phone buzzed since he started his work. Calls, messages, idiots without brains, as he calls them, needed help doing their job. When he had enough he picked up his phone and started to scroll down through notifications. Some of these people make him curse like a sailor, especially the one who texted him the most. As useful as Excella is in helping with his projects, as annoying she can be. Hundreds of messages and calls, some related to work some not. A particular question caught his attention.

“Do you think y/n would like this?” A picture of a purse was attached. Excella can’t stand you for obvious reasons, but out of respect for Albert, she tries to be friends with you. Still, why would Excella buy something for you out of the blue?

“Is something special today?” He thought.

The horrifying grimace when the realization hit cannot be described. Today is indeed a special day, your birthday. To be honest, he doesn’t care about birthdays. He despises them because they are a reminder of our mortality, but he knows how much you care about such occasions. Every year you got him something even if he insisted not to buy anything for him. Seeing you care and how much you enjoy receiving gifts he changed his mindset. Usually, he would give you something common, just as others would, but then he began to put more effort until there wasn’t anything material in this world to give. That’s how the progenitor virus gift arises in his head. However, he’s been so caught up with his research on Uroborus that he completely forgot to make the preparations. You don’t feel the days pass when you’re stuck in a lab all the time. He puts the phone aside, grabs his coat, and rushes out of the building ignoring the people that are trying to talk with him. If not the virus, he will have to find something common.

He’s not a fan of last minutes gifts but he has no choice. The guilt crushed him further as he remember he hasn’t talked with you all day. The ride to the jewels store felt like ages, even if it was relatively close. Luck was on his side since he found the store open.

None of the jewelry in front of him caught his attention because it wasn’t something he hopes of giving you. He already buried you in gold. You have the finest, unique, and expensive jewels in the world. He wouldn’t have been injected you in a lab of course. He wanted a special place for your rebirth. All of his ideas were put on paper, but probably got lost in the pile of reports. All he wanted was to see you smile on the most important day of your life, perhaps looking at him with the same eyes as his. He wanted to make you feel as you were the center of his universe, his queen, but he failed miserably. Maybe if he had gotten any outstanding results today he wouldn’t be so upset, but it was just another ordinary day. The lady tried talking with him but he was lost in his thoughts. Knowing it’s late and that you’re waiting for him, he bought a pearl necklace and left in hurry. On his way home he tried thinking of what to say, what excuse would be the best but he concluded that all of them were outdated.

Before opening the door, he hid the small package in the inner pocket of his coat. That lady was in hurry to close the store and didn't want to wrap the necklace if gift wrap. Wesker will remember that.

“I’m home!” He shouted once he entered. He may screw up, but he is not a man who runs away from conflict or a man who doesn’t own his mistakes.

“I thought you’d spend the night in your lab.” She said while giving him a peck on his cheek. “You need a vacation dear, you’ll be worn out before your time”

You were so carrying with him, so kind, but he couldn’t enjoy it. He didn’t deserve your kindness.

“There is something I need to tell you.”

“About?” You were starting to get worried. He left in hurry this morning and you didn’t hear anything from him all day. Excella told you briefly about him, but she talked more about the purse she bought for you which was more for her taste, not yours. Judging by his face you realized he had something on his mind, but you would never think it was because he forgot about your birthday. You expected him to talk about an outbreak rather than your forgotten birthday. To your surprise, he started apologizing.

“I was so caught up in my work I-“ he considers apologies a waste of time since we could do better things with our mortality and limited time, but for a reason, humans care about these.

“It’s alright my love.” You caress his face as a reassuring sign. “I understand.” You’re not upset at him. He genuinely cares about you and you can’t judge him, not after all the good things he has done for you. And besides, you know he doesn’t fully mean it, but you appreciate that he still does it for the sake of your feelings.

You began to caress his cheeks, to place small kisses all over his face. You see him rarely so you make sure to show him how much you love him as well. You hug him and he instantly hugged you back. After a while, you broke the hug and lead him to the couch so you can talk about each other’s day. He’s thankful you both moved on.

Eventually, you two got more comfortable. You let all your weight fall over his body as his strong arms were wrapped around your torso. His big hands were caressing your back while you found your peace in that small, almost suffocating, clasp. You almost fell asleep when a gentle squeeze woke you.

“I almost forgot.” He said, almost whispering, before handing you your gift. “It’s not what I had planned, but I hope you’ll find it enjoyable.”

Hazily, you took the small box Albert handled to you. It was a normal, jewelry box with the logo of the store on it. Inside there was a beautiful, shiny pearl necklace. Your delicate fingers touched the pearls with care, feeling their gritty texture and small bumps here and there. It weighs heavy in your hands. You fell in love instantly with the accessory. Seeing how happy you are, Albert offered to put it at your neck. Its elegance enhanced your natural beauty. It looks like it was made solely for you, like an extension of your body.

“I bet it was a lot.” You said with a somehow sorrow in your voice. You don’t want Albert to spend heavy money on you, because it’s his presence that you enjoy and value the most.

“Don’t worry about it, I like spending money on you.” And it was true, he loves dressing you in the most expensive clothing to flatter your body. You’re a goddess to him. Not to mention it strokes his ego to know that he’s able to provide such beautiful things to you. “At least this is what I can do.”

“And it’s perfect this way.” You can see him relax a little.

“I’ll make it up to you, I just need some time.” Time, mortality, death. Once again he was reminded of his plan that was supposed to fix humanity's greatest flaw, and his expression suddenly changed. That didn’t get past Y/N’s attention.

“Albert sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, some problems I need to solve.”

“Are they urgent?”

“Yes, very.”

“I’m sure they can wait until tomorrow.”

He scanned your body carefully. You weren’t getting any younger. Time left its mark on you. Not in an unpleasant way, but still noticeable.

“There something I need to tell you.” He said while sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you how you admire your new necklace. In the lights of the vanity mirror the pearls shine brighter, being more appealing than before making it impossible to take your eyes off them.

“What is it?” You said while gazing at your own reflection.

He choose his words carefully, but no matter how he put them, it could scare you. It’s not the time or the place. He doesn’t want to ruin your happiness. His actual surprise might not sit well with you, but it’s not your choice after all. If he considers it the best option for you he will do it regardless of your opinion. Still, this day came out better than he expected.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

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[the-kings-tail-fin]

I know it’s really angsty, but I just thought of it... how many people does Lightning allow to see him emotional? Like, especially as a rookie, he just seemed like the type to refuse to acknowledge sadness, y’know? So overall, I guess my main question is- if Lightning happened to get emotional around, say, a couple friends or something, would be just not care, try to stop himself, etc.? (Sorry, I know it’s super random, but I’m just curious lol)

Rookie Lightning doesn't even allow Lightning to see himself emotional. Emotions? What are those? You're totally spot on there.

As for non-rookie Lightning, there are only a couple others that he'd let see him emotional - first and foremost, Sally. Healthy relationships are based on vulnerability, transparency, communication, and patience. I guarantee you they have all that and more. She's the first person he goes to.

Mater's second in line there. We see this in Cars 3 when Lightning phones home. Mater's the sounding board/sanity check that Lightning needs when he's lost in his own mind. Mater isn't always super helpful, but he's a patient listener, even when he rambles, and often (inadvertently) does help in the end.

Doc would be third in line here, if he were still alive. Although most of their conversations and a majority of their relationship is built on racing, that's a majority of Lightning's life. And so when there are emotions tied to a race or something related, Doc was the go-to guy for that. (And the lack of having this important, constructive outlet prompts the Cars 3 journey.)

Here's 20% of a bonus headcanon that formed when writing that last paragraph: Lightning's been in a couple racing related scuffles. He's a master of sharp-witted words, but he's also not half bad at pounding a few dents into a momentary adversary when the universe calls for it.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Small fic about Tord's sibling almost talking him down in the climax of The End until Tom throws the sofa at him and harpoons him. Anfst timw bby.

"Tord..is this really what you wanna do?"

The massive red robot glanced down at you as its blue window became transparent. Its occupant, your one and only maniac of a brother, grinned at you widely.

"Yeah! I mean..this is all I came back for! C'mon søsken, let's leave all of this behind and start anew." Kneeling down, the robot extended its hand to you. "We'll rule the world together and be unstoppable!" Tord laughed like some cliché comic book villain.

But you weren't laughing at all. You didn't want to "rule the world" or cause any mayhem.

You only wanted to meet Tord's friends..that's the only reason you decided to come back into town with him. They seemed like such nice people, too, though you could tell he and Tom did not like each other a bit.

So how did that turn into you standing on the roof of a house, face-to-face with his giant robot, and trying to talk him out of destroying everything?

Part of you regretted coming here. Had you known his true plans...you would've stopped him way sooner.

He frowned as he saw you avert your gaze. "Oh come now..no reason to be sad. How about I make you your own robot? Any color you want! E-Except red, of course..that's-"

"I don't want a damn robot!" You snapped, clenching your fists. "I just...I want a normal life, with a normal brother. If you wanna show off your robot to Paul and Patryk, fine. But don't hurt them."

Edd and Matt perked up as they saw you gesture to them. You noticed their worried gazes and smiled sadly, hoping that they trusted you. You promised them that you'll try to talk sense into Tord.

Right now only you could. The fate of this neighborhood--and possibly the world--was literally in your hands.

"I don't know why you suddenly hate them but...they seem pretty cool." You looked back at your brother. "Whatever grudge you have against them is not worth destroying their lives over. It's never worth it, Tord. So please..let's just leave them alone."

As the robot stood rigidly, Tord looked uncertain now. Of course he noticed how much fun you had with his friends. He may have his own selfish desires but above all else, he wanted you to be happy.

And today you were especially happy to meet them.

Perhaps you were right.

Maybe this wasn't worth it.

"[Y/n]...I-"

"HEY!! SUNSHINE-LOLLIPOPS!"

Startled by the voice, you looked down to see Tom emerge from Edd's house, holding a cube-shaped gadget. "Take a SEAT!!" He threw it towards the robot as it transformed into a large piece of furniture-

Only to bounce harmlessly off its chest.

But something in Tord snapped, forgetting all about your words, as the arm turned into a massive rocket launcher. "Oh, SHUT UP!!!"

"TORD, NO!!" You yelled as he fired a rocket at the house, causing a massive explosion that shook the entire neighborhood. In horror you saw him fire another rocket at Eduardo's house right when the three occupants stepped outside to investigate the commotion.

Although you nearly fell off the roof, you managed to steady yourself as you scowled up at Tord, absolutely livid. "What the hell?!! I thought-!!!"

"Yeaaaah I changed my mind. It's best you forget about him [y/n]. Now let's go."

"You'll have to catch me first, asshole!!"

Racing to the ladder, you avoided his grasp and climbed down. Clearly your refusal to go with him earned his ire. "Ugh, I'm losing my patience with you!! I never should've let you come!!" He chased after you.

But he didn't get too far as the robot abruptly stopped and began punching itself.

"OW!"

You were confused until you noticed Matt pressing random buttons on the control panel, which somehow survived the house's destruction. Edd soon joined in, determined to buy you enough time to get away.

From the cockpit, Tord was being attacked by smaller robot arms, causing the mecha to stumble around. But even though he threatened you, you didn't want to see him get too badly hurt.

So you ran over to Edd and Matt. "Guys, stop. You're gonna kill him!!"

"Sorry [y/n], but I can't forgive him for ruining my face!!" Matt retorted.

"Besides, Tom's dead and we're probably next-" Edd started, only to be interrupted by Eduardo's voice.

"Jon?!"

You three stopped arguing and saw him holding Jon in his arms. But sadly he died a few moments later, succumbing to his injuries.

It was then you all realized..

Tom was still alive.

You then yelped as a laser beam destroyed the control panel, disintegrating it instantly, before noticing the robot retract its arm. "Fine. Stay here for all I care, [y/n]. So long, old friends!" He began to fly away.

With sadness you watched him leave. 'Why didn't you listen?'

For a moment you thought it was all over...

Until Tom emerged from the house rubble, wielding a giant harpoon gun, with tears in his white eyes. "I AM NOT. YOUR. FRIEND!!!!" He screamed as he fired the harpoon at the robot, impaling its head.

You covered your mouth in horror upon seeing it malfunction, soon exploding in a bright flashing light. Off in the distance you could see a figure falling from the sky.

You glanced at Edd and Matt for a moment, nodding to them, before you raced over to wherever your brother fell.

Sure enough, amid all the debris from the robot, you found him laying on a hill. Shockingly enough he was alive, but as you knelt down you realized half his face was scarred; same with his arm.

Paul and Patryk were already there, looking just as horrified. Though they decided to just sift through the wreckage so you could help Tord sit up.

He was a bit dazed, but surprised that you were here. As you reached out to him he flinched, convinced that you were going to slap him for being so stupid and foolish.

He deserved it for basically abandoning you, right?

Instead, however, you..hugged him. "Dumbass, I thought I lost you.."

The waver in your voice broke his heart, though he said nothing as he wrapped his good arm around you, resting his head on your shoulder. His hold on you was tighter than normal.

You were right.

It wasn't worth it.