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dollystuartwrites · 2 years ago

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Stray Gods - Chapter 31

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 3745

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink. I've probably forgotten some so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

Taglist: @eastleighsblog @tangerminie @speedybagelmongerpasta @swittyregan @septicrebel

Special thanks to my beta and cheerleader Millie.

You barely even noticed the first rays of sunshine that had begun to creep over the horizon. Instead, you were listening to Hyunjin explaining to Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook how his powers benefited his job.

‘So, we can detect preferences for what they like, right?’ Hyunjin said, looking at Jimin, who nodded. ‘It’s fairly easy, it’s not just their levels of pheromones, and I mean, love is not necessarily something between two people. It can be love for pets, friends, the things they like to do, etc.,’ Hyunjin explained, and Jimin nodded, agreeing. Jungkook nodded along with a movement that looked more like an automatic imitation of his fellow God and showed that he understood what Hyunjin was trying to explain. ‘I mean, we can tell any preference people have, makes it easy to pick an artwork for them, isn’t it,’ Hyunjin said with a nonchalant shrug, but his smile held a hint of smugness.

‘I totally get that,’ Jimin nodded, ‘It’s the same I do for the service I provide in my hotels,’

‘Yeah, about that,’ Jeongin said, turning his chair towards the group. ‘I was wondering how hard it would be to run your own hotel.’

‘Not as hard as he makes it seem,’ Hoseok called with a giggle from a little further down the table, apparently having caught a part of the sentence. Jimin looked at him with an expression that bore a mixture of annoyance and sassiness.

Minho came over, tapping Jungkook on the shoulder as Jimin and Jeongin continued their conversation about running a hotel, Jeongin seemingly fascinated.

‘About Chaos, I was wondering, how are you with Time?’ Minho asked Jungkook. Jungkook blinked his big eyes a few times, tearing himself from Jimin and Jeongin’s conversation and looking up at Minho.

‘Time?’ Jungkook repeated. Minho nodded. ‘Right, erm, I’m not sure if Chaos does affect it too much. Ohh, but there was this one instance where-’

A sudden warm hand on your shoulder startled you and pulled you out of the conversation. You looked around, and Changbin was standing next to you, looking down at you with a soft smile. He bent over, his mouth close to your ear.

‘You’re tired,’ he said softly.

‘How did you-’ you began, quite surprised that he had seemed to have noticed it before you yourself had.

‘Lowers your body temp,’ he answered softly. You nodded slowly, suddenly shivering as you noticed you were actually kind of cold too.

‘Let me take you to bed,’ he offered with a whisper. His words made your tummy flutter slightly, but you tried to ignore it.

On the one hand, you wanted to stay longer. Stay with all of them and hear all of their conversations that were simply too interesting, with many revealing things about them you hadn’t even known yet. But on the other hand, you saw the daylight creeping in slowly, meaning it had to be dawn already. You were tired, and some of the others probably were, too, even though they were having too much fun as well to notice. Someone had to be the first.

You got up and went to stand next to Changbin.

‘Guys, I’m off to bed,’ you stated loudly, trying to make yourself audible over their chatter and laughter. Chan, who had been talking with Yoongi about his job as a music producer for the last few hours, looked up surprised. Felix, Han and Seungmin, who had been talking with Hoseok, Jin, Taehyung, and Lady, almost seemed startled by getting pulled out of their deep conversation. Hyunjin, Jimin, Minho, Namjoon, Jeongin and Jungkook, who had been sitting closest, looked up interestedly.

‘Right, who’s-,’ Felix said vaguely.

‘I’ll take her,’ Changbin said with a nod. The rest of the guys nodded as well and then bid you goodnight with a wave or a sweet smile.

‘Don’t you wanna go back?’ you asked as Changbin entered the room with you. It wasn’t as if you were trying to get rid of him, but you also didn’t want him to be excluded from all the fun.

‘Nah, I’m good,’ Changbin said, ‘I have to admit it was interesting, though,’

‘Yeah?’ you said as you kicked off your shoes and sat down on the bed.

‘Yeah,’ Changbin nodded. ‘It was fun to talk to other Gods again. We haven’t met any in a while, so it was nice to exchange stories again, learn from each other, you know,’

‘And what did you learn?’ you said with a giggle, trying to reach the zipper on the back of your dress but failing.

‘That the God of Water and the God of Fire get along better than I anticipated,’ He said with a chuckle.

‘Binnie, can you please help me with this? Ugh, this damn thing,’ you said, getting annoyed by the zipper on your back that seemed to be just out of reach.

‘Sure,’ he chuckled and got up. He came to sit next to you, and you could feel his warm hands moving over your back, unzipping the dress for you.

‘Thanks,’ you said with a sigh. You got up and let the dress fall from your shoulders on the food, stepping out of it and leaving you in just your underwear, not minding Changbin’s presence as you were just happy to get out of it.

‘Erm, I think I should go to bed too,’ Changbin said quickly, getting up and turning his back to you to give you some privacy. Not that you cared about that at all.

Although you had spent hours with a large group of people, talking, laughing, and having fun, for some reason, right at that moment, you still felt slightly lonely. You could see Changbin moving in the direction of the door, but before he could get away, you grabbed his hand.

‘Please stay,’ you asked. The hairs on your skin stood upright as the room’s cold air brushed your almost naked body. You felt slightly stupid as you knew your voice had let through more desperation than you wanted. It wasn’t fair, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Maybe it was because you had gotten so used to it, or maybe things had gone to your head when Lady had told you that you were a Goddess… But right now, you craved attention. Changbin’s attention.

‘Alright,’ he said with a soft and low voice. He turned around, his eyes fixed on yours as you still held his hand. You smiled and pulled at him softly, and he gave in and walked with you to the bed. Once you laid down on the bed, he squatted beside you, tucking you in and putting his hand lovingly on your cheek. The warmth of his hand felt so incredibly good.

‘I’m still cold,’ you pouted. Changbin chucked.

‘You’re a bit needy tonight, aren’t you?’ Changbin teased, reading you correctly. His words made you suppress a smirk, but he put up a pretend sigh and said, ‘Alright then, I’ll warm you up. Scoot,’

He climbed into the bed next to you and pulled the covers over the both of you. You turned to your side so your bodies could line up together, Changbin being the big spoon. He put his arm carefully around you and placed his hand on your shoulder. Unlike Hyunjin and Minho, who liked to tease you and get their hands on you whenever they could, Changbin was always a gentleman, never touching you where he thought he shouldn’t.

His body heat seemed to radiate through you as if you had stepped into a warm bath. You couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of his warmth.

‘Better?’ Changbin asked. You hummed in agreement.

It felt so good to be held by him, with his strong arms and broad frame encapsulating you. Even the smell of him was warm and homey.

You wiggled backwards slightly, trying to press more of your body against his, wanting to feel him everywhere.

‘Don’t,’ His voice said suddenly, sounding slightly rough. You frowned even though he could not see.

‘What? Why?’ you asked. For a moment, you were scared that he was afraid of burning you again, and you were just about to turn around and scold him for it when you felt it.

Something slightly hard was pressing against your butt.

Instantly your heart started beating faster, and you suddenly felt wide awake.

‘I-I should probably go,’ Changbin whispered again, but you grabbed his arm again before he could let go of you and only wiggled back more, this time intentionally pressing your butt hard into his crotch.

‘Binnie, I’m still cold,’ you lied brattily. ‘Stay,’

Changbin groaned low as you clung onto his arm, pulling it against your chest between your breasts as you kept rubbing your ass into him.

‘Y/n,’ he growled. You stopped moving for a second and could now feel his full erection between your butt cheeks, ‘you’re playing a dangerous game here,’ he groaned.

‘What? Afraid you’ll burn me?’ you said teasingly, letting him know you weren’t worried.

‘No,’ he said, his voice suddenly calm and much closer. His lips were brushing on your ear when he spoke next. ‘But you’ve been driving me insane lately, and I’ve been holding myself back as much as I could,’

His words made you clench instantly, and your heart pounded in your chest.

‘You have?’ you said, turning around to face him. His almost red eyes locked instantly with yours. ‘Is that why you have been so modest? Shying away every time I tried to let you know I wanted you,’

Changbin swallowed, and his lips parted slightly.

‘You wanted me?’ he repeated the words clumsily. His eyes were half-lidded, and the look on his face made you go absolutely feral inside. Without thinking, you swung your leg over him, pushing your hand on his chest for him to lie down on his back as you went to sit on top of him. A hiss escaped his lips as the tent in his pants disappeared between your still-clothed thighs.

‘Of course, I did, Binnie, wasn’t it obvious?’ you mewled, leaning forwards slightly, which made your hips grind into him. Changbin groaned again, and the sound of it was almost enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. ‘Or do you just not wanna play with me?’ you teased, tilting your hips to grind against him again.

Changbin let out another groan.

‘Y/n, I swear, if you- you go on like this,’ he stammered, closing his eyes and moaning again.

‘Then what? What Binnie? You can’t hold back anymore?’ you purred, bending over and brushing your lips over his. ‘I never wanted you to hold back anyway,’ you breathed into his mouth.

Suddenly Changbin’s red eyes snapped open, and his hands grabbed your hips with an almost bruising grip.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so good, babydoll,’ he said with a growl, grabbing the side of your panties and ripping them apart with his hands, literally tearing them from your body and throwing them away. He grabbed your hips again and made you grind against his still-covered cock.

‘Fuck, babydoll, look at the mess you’re making on me. I was trying to behave before, but if you say you don’t want me to hold back-’

You mewled as you left behind a dark wet streak on the satin of his joggers.

‘Binnie-,’ you breathed his name, biting your lip, and you could see him revel in the sound of you moaning his name.

‘You keep making me so hard; everything you do, I just can’t seem to stop looking at you. So beautiful and perfect. Wish I could fuck you all the time,’ Changbin groaned.

‘Then fuck me,’ you whispered, leaning forward to steal a kiss from him. Your lips clashed with his, and he hungrily kissed you back, letting go of your hips for a moment to pull his own pants down as well.

When you sat back up again, you could feel his hard length between your thighs again, but this time nothing covering either of you. You gasped softly when you felt his tip slide through your already wet folds. You looked down for a second as you ground backwards, down his shaft, able to see him for the first time. He was definitely not as long as Chan, but he was certainly well-endowed. The thickness of it made you bite your bottom lip before facing Changbin again.

His mouth was still slightly open as he was already panting, his hands like iron grips on your hips again as you continued grinding over his length.

‘Y/n,’ Changbin moaned softly as he slowly moved his hips with yours. One of his hands slit upwards, stopping at your mouth and dipping two of his fingers into it. You closed your lips around them, sucking on them instantly and letting your tongue twirl around them. Changbin let out a beautiful moan, closing his eyes for a moment.

With each stroke of his tip, sliding through your folds and over your clit, you could feel the knot inside you tighter further, and it wasn’t long before you were moaning around his fingers.

‘Fuck, y/n,’ Changbin moaned again when he almost entered you with the next grind. ‘Please, please, babydoll, I need you,’ he pleaded with a sigh, his brows knitted together as he removed his wet fingers from your mouth.

The looking of desperation on his face and his pleading were all you needed. You ground back on his cock one last time and went to sit on your knees. Changbin instantly understood and quickly grabbed his dick to position it against your entrance. Very slowly, you let yourself down on him. Not because you wanted to tease him some more but simply because you needed the time. You could feel your walls stretching out to accommodate his thick girth. Inch by inch, you let yourself down on his hard length, feeling him fill you up and stretch you out. When he finally bottomed out inside you, you let your head fall back with a moan. Changbin let out another curse again.

‘Feels so tight, babydoll; you alright?’ he asked, his voice sounding restrained. You looked at him, already panting, his red eyes fixed on you worriedly. You smiled at him and lifted yourself up a bit, which earned you an instant groan from him. Carefully you tried to set a slow pace for yourself, letting him slip out of your before taking him in again. Every slow stroke felt like utter bliss. The way he was stretching you felt exquisite. His tight grip on your hips guided you carefully as you rode him slowly.

‘I can’t believe I’m finally inside you. Feels so good you’re driving me insane,’ Changbin muttered low, breathing deep.

‘Binnie-’ It was the only thing you could say, the only thing your brain seemed to remember anymore.

‘Yes baby, I’m here; I’ll make you feel good,’ he hummed. His hand slid down to your core, letting his thumb slowly circle over your clit. His touch instantly made you mewl and throw your head back.

Soon, the extra stimulation only made you want more, and you tried to pick up the pace slightly. But the faster you wanted to go, the harder it became to keep steady.

‘More Binnie, please,’ you mewled; this time, it was your turn to be desperate. He answered you by putting both his hands underneath your butt as he started lifting you at a steady pace. The instant increase of pace and friction and stretch inside of you was more than enough to forgive him for abandoning your clit. Now, every time he pumped himself inside of you, he brushed that particular spot that made it hard not to scream.

The world around you didn’t exist anymore; the only thing left was the blissful feeling of where your bodies connected. The feeling of his thick cock inside of you made you lose your mind completely, a nonstop stream of soft moans leaving your lips without you even realising it.

‘Baby, you sound so pretty, look so beautiful, damn,’ Changbin groaned, his voice pulling you slightly back to reality. You opened your eyes a little and could see his blissful face. His shirt had shifted up, exposing his abs, and his sleeves looked so tight on his tensed arm muscles that you wouldn’t be surprised if the fabric ripped. You let your eyes go over his beautiful body and couldn’t help but be in absolute awe of it. Your hands moved forwards, fingers drawing over his exposed abs, following the lines of his tensing and untensing muscles. You could see a proud smile when you looked back at his face again.

‘So handsome,’ you could barely speak the words through your moans, but Changbin heard them. You meant it from the bottom of your heart. Not just because he was the most ripped member of the group; no, you would think he was handsome, whatever his physique was. He was handsome because you loved him with all your heart.

Changbin gave an extra hard and deep thrust which made you gasp, but before you had time to even look at him in surprise, he had already turned his speed up another notch, lifting you up further, effectively carrying you now. He bottomed out with every stroke, snapping his hips into you and turning you into nothing more than a panting, mewling mess.

The knot on your core was resting on its edge but never quite tipping over, driving you even more desperate for him. Without you noticing, your moans kept getting louder and louder as you edged on longer and longer.

Suddenly, he sat up straight, his dick still never leaving you, before he resumed his hard pace again, still holding you up but facing you now. You could see the hair around his forehead stick together, wet from his sweat.

‘So loud, they’ll hear,’ he panted onto your lips. The caress of his hot breath made your spine tingle.

‘Let them,’ you moaned thoughtlessly, only caring about your seemingly forever-edging orgasm right now.

Changbin kissed you, his lips soft and sweet, contrasting his hard fucking and the way he was constantly stretching you. You instantly kissed him back, his lips the only thing that prevented you from screaming. When you let your tongue slip between his plump lips, he groaned, instantly letting you in. His thrusts instantly became sloppier and harder, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn’t care that the back of his neck was slightly damp, as it felt simply too good to brush your fingers through his soft dark hair.

It seemed so easy for him to keep you up like that, fucking himself harshly into you like you were some sort of toy doll whose weight didn’t matter to him.

You could feel the coil in your core tightening again and realised it could burst at any moment.

‘Binnie-’ you panted, looking at him in a daze, finding his fiery red eyes. ‘So close,’ was all you could say.

‘Wanna cum, babydoll?’ he said, sounding just as desperate as you did. ‘Say my name; I’ll make you cum,’

‘Binnie,’ you purred into his ear. Instantly Changbin started pounding into you harder and faster than ever before, completely overwhelming your senses.

‘Changbin!’ you screamed his name. ‘Fuck Changbin, fuck!’ you swore loudly as your long-awaited orgasm finally washed over you. You could feel your pussy clenching down hard on his thick dick, making you moan his name over and over again.

‘Shit, so tight now, I’m gonna-’ Changbin groaned, unable to finish his sentence.

‘Changbin- please- fill me up, Changbin,’ you panted in his ear. Changbin let out a long deep guttural groan as he pulled you down on his dick one last time, bottoming out and spilling himself deep into you, his fingers digging into your ass, bruising the delicate skin. You could feel him pulsating inside you, your walls still clenching and unclenching from your own orgasm.

Changbin leaned his forehead against yours, his chest heaving deeply as he panted heavily. The two of you sat like that for a moment, with both his cock and your walls still pulsing slightly with after waves from both your orgasms, your arms around his neck, his hands now softly massaging the spots where he had held you.

His eyes slowly dragged up to meet yours, and you noticed the bright red colour was already dying down slightly, returning to its usual more brownish tone they usually had.

He smiled softly at you, removing his forehead from yours to plant a kiss on it softly.

‘You are-’ Changbin began, he huffed and smiled, apparently not finding the words to describe you, but you understood what he was trying to say.

‘Felt so good, Binnie,’ you whispered, stealing a soft kiss that made him grin and blush slightly. You tried to move your leg somewhat as it was becoming a little uncomfortable now that you were stationary instead of bouncing, but it only made you shift on his cock. Changbin groaned, and you couldn’t help but clench again, earning a second groan.

‘Sorry,’ you giggled softly. He let out a soft chuckle.

‘It’s fine,’ he said with a crooked grin. ‘Let us get cleaned up.’ Without seeming to cost him any effort, he picked you up again and carried you to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, the both of you were lying in bed, cuddled up together, both clean now.

You buried your nose into the crook of his neck, your arm draped over his chest, and your leg over his.

‘Binnie,’ you mumbled sleepily, your eyes already closing. Changbin hummed softly. ‘I love you.’ you finally spoke the words you had been thinking all night long.

Changbin shifted under you, turning towards you, his arm over your body, and pulling you in closer to him.

‘I love you so much, y/n,’ he spoke softly. ‘I’ll protect you. Won’t let anyone hurt you. My beautiful girl, I love you so much.’

His words were so sweet that they almost made you cry. You buried your face deeper into his shoulder as he laid his hand protectively on the back of your head, his thumb caressing your hair.

‘We’ll take care of you,’ he mumbled sleepily.

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your-average-genshin-enjoyer · 2 years ago

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- ♡ Short Valentine's scenarios/headcanons with the Gosho boys ♡ -

Characters: Kudō Shinichi, Hattori Heiji and Kuroba Kaito x reader(separately, I don't write for Hakuba since I don't know how).

WARNINGS: Might be OOC(Out of character), and I may interpret valentine's in the wrong way since I haven't celebrate it personally.

a/n: Doing this since it's February and to warm up for writing the requests on my drafts, I'M SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG MY MOTIVATION IS JUST GONE TT(and happy late valentine's)

- Kudō Shinichi -

~ Not something too grand, just your casual dates like going to libraries and coffee shops/café, or dates at home such as cooking and reading together. Or he'll go to an amusement park like Tropical land with you if he wants something more grand. ~ Asks Ran on what to give you for valentine's since she seems to be the fastest solution, but ends up discussing for 3 hours since he's kind of picky about her ideas. Not that he dislikes it, he just wants the best for you. ~ If you are staying in his house for the night he'll try to make you breakfast in bed, but his cooking skills is not really helping him so in the end, he made you a mug of coffee and some toasts much to his disappointment. ~ When he receives your valentine's gift he is just the cutest, He's trying his best to remain composed but he can't hide his little blush, he might seem hesitant to take your gift but it's just because he's not sure if it really was for him. ~ If you two are not dating yet, one of the ways he may confessed to you is by giving you a book you've been wanting before you go home, and in that book is a confession letter he wrote painstakingly attached on the first chapter. The gifts he might give you include: 》 A book you've been wanting. 》 A pack of your favorite coffee/drink. 》 Night lamp. 》 Tiny box of coffee flavored chocolate.

- Hattori Heiji -

~ Let's be honest, you two will either relax and slack off at home snuggling each other, or just straight up go on a trip to anywhere you two are feeling like going(if you two are free). ~ He called Shinichi to ask about what to do for valentine's day, but he got suggested to ask Kazuha instead and Shinichi hanged up before he could say anything, so he argue discuss valentine's plans with Kazuha since she's the only female friend he have. ~ If you two are free and not tired, he'll offer you if you want to go around Osaka with his motorcycle, and go on a stroll to search for some street foods that might catch you and Heiji's eyes. ~ He will look at you with eyes wide like saucers, and a dumbfounded look on his face when he receive your valentine's gift. Even though it's so obvious, he has the audacity to ask if it's for him while pointing at himself. ~ One of his confession methods is a rather cliché one. He'll spend almost the whole day with you and before it gets dark, he'll take you to a quiet and peaceful place, or where you two first met, and tell you his feelings with his own mouth, word by word. The kind of gifts you can possibly get from him include: 》 Cap of your favorite baseball team to match with him. 》 Sweater/Jacket so you won't get cold since you often go out with him. 》 A "normal" box of chocolate that has random flavors(like Bertie Bott's) 》 A funny card game like joking hazard for you and him to mess around.

- Kuroba Kaito -

~ This man is a handful, the moment valentine starts your day is gonna be filled with even more surprises, compliments and flirty remarks than you ever had usually(which is 24/7). ~ Another man who argues with his only female fellow about valentine ideas, but instead of being picky like Shinichi, it was Aoko who rejects his ideas since they're too bizarre. Either way he ignores her in the end and goes to execute his ideas. ~ He will make his daily magic tricks that he shows you more romantic focused, and sometimes will be followed by a smooth pick up line or a very bad but somehow still romantic dad joke. ~ When he receives your valentine's gift he'll still put his calm elegant act, saying he's flattered and he appreciates your effort, but to say he's ecstatic and giddy on the inside is an understatement. ~ One of his confession method is by sending you anonymous poems and a love confession beforehand, and then revealing himself. He might seem calm, but if you pay enough attention you might see the slight flush that resides at the tip of his ears as he reveals himself to you. Some gifts that he may give you: 》 A book on how to do magic tricks so you can start doing tricks with him. 》 Hairclip/brooch of your favorite playing card symbol. 》 A little teddy bear holding a stem of rose. 》 A box of chocolate that has flirty messages and corny love jokes.

#Detective conan x reader valentine's #kudo shinichi x reader valentine's #hattori heiji x reader valentine's #kuroba kaito x reader valentine's #DC x reader

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potter-imagines · 4 years ago

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Being Thor and Loki's Little Sister and Dating Peter Parker Would Include...

Notes: wow I haven't written a marvel one in a long time pls don't read too much into the timeline lol I know things overlap but just go with it (:

Warnings: none... I think ??

Word Count: 3.6k (sorry its a bit long for a write like this but I couldn't help myself)

You managed to do a decent job at keeping your relationship under wraps from your brothers for quite some time

Of course every other member on the team knew before the two of you even begun officially dating

Peter had spent three months ranting and raving to Tony Stark about how cute he thought you were and how much he liked you

Tony insisted time and time again he should tell you but Peter’s fear of rejection was much too large for him to find the courage for that

Unbeknownst to him,

You had spilled about your crush on Peter to Wanda and Nat almost a week after living in the compound

Being the only other girls there besides Pepper, it was easy to confide in them

Day after day you would wander to Wanda’s room and lay on her bed and gush about how handsome Peter was and how kind of a heart he had

Wanda found it adorable

And Bucky, Steve and Sam had placed the pieces together after days on end of watching Peter and yourself flirt like school kids in the gym during training

Even after being frozen for years, Steve recognized the look of smitten on Peter’s face when he talked to you

Bruce on the other hand had to sit through most of the kids talks with Tony in the lab so he figured it out fast

So when the two of you finally confessed your feelings for one another and Peter asked you out, there was only one road block holding the moment back from perfection

Your brothers

You and Peter shared the news with all the other team members expect the two, possibly most important in your case, members

You’ve been close to your brothers since you were brought into this world so it wasn’t like you didn’t want to tell them

It was more or less how overprotective they could be that made you bite your tongue

And as nervous as you are, Peter is 1,000% more worried about your brother’s finding out

Like honestly can you imagine how petrified Peter would be to tell Thor and Loki you two were dating

He’d purposely walk in the opposite direction every time he saw either of the two for the first week

Couldn’t stop fumbling with his words when he spoke to either of them

Like he was terrified

It’s sort of a cliché to have protective older brothers but older brothers who were also both Gods ????

Peter felt like a deadman walking

When the day finally came that you did tell your brothers about your relationship with Peter, it was absolutely cringe worthy

Peter had been coming home to the tower after a long day at Midtown High School when he spotted you the second he stepped foot out of the elevator

His excitement had clouded his judgement as he failed to check and see if the coast was clear

“Y/n! Hey!”

He nearly tumbled over his own feet as he rushed over to you

His face was gleaming with happiness and for a brief moment you felt a smile creep to your face until you were pulled back to reality by his hand reaching out to grasp yours

Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at Peter and before you could warn him to stop, he had planted a soft kiss on your cheek

That adorable smile was glowing from his face as he reached down for your hand only to fall once you pulled your hand away

He gave you a look of confusion, clearly surprised by your lack of response

But when an awkward cough sounded from behind him, he suddenly knew why

Peter didn’t have enough time to make any sort of a move when a husky, all too familiar voice spoke up,

“Hello, man of spiders. May I ask why you just kissed our little sister?” “Oh shit- I uh, well you see I…um...she had something on her face so I uh…”

Loki would snicker in amusement at seeing the boy squirm and prolong his torture “So you kissed her?” “Yeah…” “Hm, there something you’d like to share, little one?”

It wasn’t exactly the way you were hoping to break the news to your brothers

But it was certainly one way of doing it

The rest of the night was filled with awkward tension as you and Peter had to confess the truth to your brothers, who then made you share the news with the rest of the team

Thankfully, the rest of the team pretended they were just hearing about your new relationship for the first time, seeing as no one wanted to deal with an angry Thor

Now let’s get into your relationship with Peter

Peter Parker is the most caring person in the universe

Honestly

And dating him certainly came with it’s perks

You can expect to wake up every morning with a fresh coffee and a pastry on your nightstand, courtesy of Peter

He’ll also write you a sweet little ‘good morning’ note with a sketch of spider-man hanging from a web

(( he’s actually pretty talented in the doodling department ))

Makes cute sketches of him as spiderman and you as a princess ( vv fitting)

But also draws you as a total badass saving the galaxy bc… well you are

Count on him to be the first person to greet you when the sunrises and the last person to wish you a goodnight when it falls

Gets Mr. Stark to buy you an iphone so he can teach you how to use it

Has your name as “goddess” in his phone

The first thing he does is teach you about texting so he can pay you in imessage games

Refuses to play you in battleship since you somehow have crushed him every single time

Gets slightly annoyed with the overwhelming amount of random photos you snap of him

But he knows its all new to you and finds it irritatingly adorable

Loves it when you walk home with him from school

Will also keep reminding you that you shouldn’t have walked alone all the way to Midtown High School alone

Peter often forgets that you’re Asgardian and can protect yourself just fine

But it’s so cute how protective he is

He’s very observant and notices nearly everything

Like when you’re feeling a bit homesick

He picks up on it right away and will ask Thor and/or Loki for advice

Or when you start to become bored and tired at one of Star’s parties

Peter made his way over you before you even had the chance to turn and search for him

He’d escort you back to your room and lay with you until he was positive you had fallen asleep

Kisses to the top of your head

Is the boyfriend that will take your makeup off for you if you wear any

(( and sets yours lashes on the nightstand so neatly and labels which eye they were on cause the poor boy doesn’t understand ))

Spends weeks learning how to master the intricate braids that adorn your head

It’s so cute cause he’ll sit and look up Youtube videos and try to learn how to make the different braids and is just so confused but so determined

Taking Peter to visit Asgard

“Woah- this place looks like something from Lord of the Rings! It’s awesome!” “Lord of the Rings? I’ve never met that God.” “Uh, no, it’s a movie from Earth. We can watch it when we go back.” “To Midgard?” “Midgard? No, to New York.”

Loves it when your people refer to you as “Princess Y/n”

For some reason it makes him blush

Will tell everyone back on Earth that he’s dating a princess

I could def see Peter getting annoyed and frustrated with the Asgardian men trying to flirt and win your heart

Although that’s something that already belong to Peter

And even though Peter trusts you entirely

He’s still insecure from time to time

Especially when he sees how much taller and stronger Asgardian men look in comparison to him

But he finds reassurance in the feeling of your hand in his and the gleeful smile adorning your face as you show him around your homeland

Attempting to help Peter study

Although you’re not much help to Midgardian school work “Peter, darling, I don’t have a clue what a watergate is and I haven’t an idea how that could be scandalous.”

Maths however you excelled in

And Peter was thoroughly surprised to find you had the sequence of PI memorized to the one hundredth number- and in song form

Holding your hand 24/7

Endless cuddles on the couch

And when you’re walking around together, he does that thing where he swings your hands and back forth

Movie theater dates… at the tower b/c your brothers feel the need to be in close proximity the you guys at all times

Trying ice cream for the first time with Peter at two in the morning

One of Peter’s favorite things to do with you is take you through a walk in his world

At least three times a week Peter and you will walk around the city and find new things your Asgardian self has yet to experience

Like pizza

New York pizza to be exact

And hot chocolate

Ice skating at Rockefeller Center once the weather got cold

Loves to take you for drives in the more woodsy land of New York once fall set in and the leaves began to change

But by far his favorite thing is showing you Midgardian films and movies of all sorts

He loves that you don’t judge him for nerding out over his love for films

Not to mention you actually sit and watch Star Wars with him

(( maybe it was the whole space element but Peter was just thrilled you liked it ))

But then he shows you ‘Alien’

And it was an instant regret

It took him the rest of the night to convince you that the movie was fake

You made him sleep in your room just for reassurance

Your favorite out of the films Peter played was called ‘Toy Story’

Buzz Lightyear reminded you of Thor

In terms of TV shows

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. which quickly became your guys comfort show

Parks & Rec too “That Andy fellow looks an awful lot like Starlord, don’t you think?”

Peter refuses to let you watch Black Mirror

After the whole incident with Alien

Black Mirror didn’t seem like a good idea

Constantly teasing from the rest of the Avengers

Tony just can’t help it

He loves tormenting the two of you

Especially when Thor and/or Loki are around

“Hey Peter, I thought I saw you go into Y/n’s room last night but I didn’t see you leave until the morning. Heard a lot of noise too- thought Y/n was getting attacked. What was that about?”

“Kid, I got you those condoms you asked for. How’d you manage to run out of that last box so quick? I just bought it for you a week ago!” “Messing with you, they’re just sugar packets- Thor put Peter down right now!”

Aunt May absolutely adores you

Always tells Peter how sweet you are and is constantly inviting you over for dinner

Lets you two have sleepovers in his room at her place

As long as the door stays open

Peter can’t stop laughing when you compliment May on her ability to make an amazing bowl of cereal

She thought it was a joke seeing as she burned dinner the night before to a crisp and laughs until she’s in tears

And you’re literally sitting there so confused, clearly not understanding the joke

Peter then takes you on a trip to a grocery store for the first time to show you a whole aisle full of cereal

It is then that you realize Aunt May didn’t hand make the fruity pebbles

She still laughs about it to this day

Befriending Ned and listening enthusiastically while he gives you a full speech on the franchise Star Wars

And his rant on how terrible Star Trek is in comparison

Is shocked when you ask questions out of genuine interest

Ned immediately takes a liking to you after that and asks Peter daily to invite you to hangout

Whenever Stark adds an upgrade to his suit, you’re the first person Peter shows it to

He shares quite literally everything with you

As do you to him

The rest of the Avengers love gossiping about you guys

Nat and Wanda have already started planning the wedding and Pepper has the perfect venue in mind, much to your brothers dismay

For some reason

Thor and Loki are always within reasonable distance, enough so they can keep an eye on you but also give some sense of privancy

Thor is def always the first one to step in

“Peter, please remove your hand from my sister’s behind.” “Oh uh, ye-yeah… sorry, Mr.Thor.”

Loki would find Peter amusing

He loves to mess with him whenever given the chance

“Ah, Peter. Good to see you. I’m sure Y/n informed you of our task today. Very impressed that you offered yourself as the sacrifice to the aliens-” “Wait, what? Y/n?!” “He’s kidding, Peter.”

Everyone in the Avenger’s tower knew Peter was lactose intolerant and knew the repercussions of the boy consuming any sort of dairy

(( he physically cannot leave the bathroom for a full day ))

Yet Loki regularly will swap Peter’s specially labeled almond milk with a jug of skim milk just for the hell of it

There’s something so hilarious to him about the look of panic and alarm that smacks abruptly across Peter’s face as he quickly stumbles out of the kitchen to his room

It keeps him laughing for days

You’ll just shoot your brother a look of disapproval, clearly certain it was his doing

“Loki, why did Peter run off?” “Not sure, darling sister, maybe he’s got one of those stomach bugs. I’ve heard Midgardians are prone to them…weak bodies and such.” "You switched out his milk again didn’t you.” “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re accusing me of, little one.”

Thor is a bit more hesitant on accepting your relationship with his fellow Avenger

He trusts that Peter would never harm you

Although he did not trust that you would never be harmed because of Peter

It was risky enough that both your brothers were big names in space, as well on Earth, however

Thor knew Loki and himself were capable of protecting you but Peter?

He was just a kid, in Thor’s eyes

However the one thing that kept him from telling you this was seeing how happy Peter made you

As your older brother, Thor trusted your judgement and tried his best to be accepting of his little sister dating

And as much as he wanted to deny it, he saw crystal clear the care and love Peter gave to you and he wasn’t willing to break that for you

Still

Thor is the type of brother to barge into a room and shove himself between Peter and yourself without warning

This man does not care at all

At least Loki has the decency to give you two space as a couple

Thor does not

He is constantly third wheeling on your dates and will ‘accidentally’ walk into rooms he knows you two are in claiming he forgot something

Not that he ever grabs anything,

He’ll usually just stand and stare at the two of you until you either leave the room or ask him to leave

To which he always answers,

“No.”

But with a smile

A smug smile

PDA is something he will never be okay with

Thor will yank Peter back by the collar every time he sees his lips on yours and glare at him, “Man of spiders, I know you’re in love with my little sister but kissing her infront of me is too far.”

And Loki will physically gag just to piss you off

For the most part, your relationship with Peter is nearly perfect

It would be entirely perfect if you weren’t constantly worrying about him dying on a mission or getting hurt

But still, just like any couple, you had your moments

And when you did fight, it was typically over Peter’s safety or him not wanting you to tag along for a mission

Your common way of dealing with conflict was the silent treatment

Which is pure torture for Peter

Not only does he miss the sound of your voice

He misses having you around

Seeing your smile

Hearing you laugh from something he said

He felt terrible everytime

He’d go to Tony for advice and spend hours rambling on to him about how sorry he was for yelling at you and for adding to the fight

Tony would half listen while he worked away on a new system and suit, offering a ‘yeah’ and ‘hmm’ every few seconds which pleased Peter who thought his mentor was fully listening

And after almost two hours of his non-stop talking, Tony Stark had reached his limit

Setting his wrench down on the metal table with a thud he turned around to face the young boy

“Kid, why’re you saying all this to me and not her? I mean, I’m all ears but I’m also not Y/n. I know we’re both good looking so I can see why you mixed us up, but you should be talking to her right now.”

Similar to Peter you also had someone to confide in when the road got rocky

Loki had always been the one you shared all your secrets with

As children you were attached at the hip to both your brothers but Loki a smidgen more than Thor

Your father, Odin, had Thor at his side 24/7 growing up

While he was busy learning the ropes to ruling Asgard, Loki and yourself run amuck causing trouble left and right through the royal palace

Through the years of bonding Loki become your best friend, and you his

So when trouble struck in paradise, your older brother was the one you ran to

He’d welcome you with open arms and a questioning gaze

Loki is by far the best listener in your family

Instead of telling you what to do, he asks what you want, which is a refreshing change

After a long talk with Loki you’d search the tower high and low for Peter while ironically Peter was doing the same thing

When you did finally make-up, it felt like coming home

The apologies were so sincere and genuine

You’d end up having a sleepover in your room watching 80’s films that Peter claimed were ‘iconic’ and laying in his arms

And that’s where you felt complete

Fights never occurred often but bickering ???

DAILY

You two bickered playfully over everything under the sun

Like who’s the better superhero; Ironman or Captain American

Debates between living in New York and living in Asgard

Loves to pull up Midgardian inventions and ask you to guess what it is “Princess, what do you think this is?” “Oh! Oh! I’ve seen this one! Tony has one in his kitchen!” “Okay, so what is it?” “Yes, it’s a chicken nugget maker!” “It’s actually an air fryer but we only ever make chicken nuggets in them so I’ll give you a half point.”

Peter sneaking out of your room at the crack of dawn and sprinting to his

As much as Thor and Loki liked him and supported the relationship

He was sure they’d both team up to murder him if they caught him sleeping in your bed

Steve and Tony, who seem to be incapable of sleep, have watched him tiptoe out of your room numerous times but they only share a look of amusement then go back to their previous discussion

Playing hide-n-go-seek and tag on rainy days at the tower

Cuddling in Peter’s bed while he asks you to tell him stories about Asgard

Loves hearing about your childhood and what it’s like to grow up with siblings

Is fascinated when you tell him about Heimdall

Stealing Peter’s hoodies

Especially his Midtown High School ones

They’re insanely soft

Sweet little kisses throughout the day

He's just so sweet and gentle

Loves getting to hold you and snuggle in his bed

Most weekends you spend lounging on the couch with Peter’s head in your lap while you play with his hair

Other times you’re sitting next to Peter on his bed watching him play some video game and asking a million questions “Who is that man, Peter?” “That’s me, he’s the main character of the game. That’s Mario, babe.” “You’re not Mario- you’re Peter.” “No, the main character of this game is Mario, I’m just playing him.” “Oh… and what is that green dinosaur creature?” “That’s Yoshi!” “Adorable.”

Making out between games

In terms of... y'know... sex

Neither of you were keen on rushing the process

You had tip toed on the line multiple times yet never fully crossed it

Until you had decided to make the first real move after being together for about five months

You trusted him with all your heart so it wasn't exactly scary, but rather exciting

He had a way of making you feel safe, comfortable, and loved all at once

Lets be honest, Peter nearly fainted the first time he saw you naked

And still, no matter how many times the two of you have sex,

He worships every inch of you like it was your first time all over again

You couldn't have asked for a better lover

Dating Peter means a new adventure everyday

You’re constantly learning new things about each other and from each other

Despite coming from two very different worlds

You’ve never felt more connected to a soul until Peter came along

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zevlors-tail · 4 years ago

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Okay but hear me out

Dad villain Izuku.

( I mean dadzuku for the won but still!)

Like, him having his precious little boy/girl?

Fierce protective dad?

Huh...kinda sounds like the start of a Mob AU.

Idk i just like dad izuku so I thought you might too!

You have just opened a can of worms you cannot close!!! Haha but really, here's some pregnancy/baby headcanons because a lot of people tend to enjoy that. Not really my cup of tea, but I'll make an exception here. To your credit, you've got me really thinking on this. 😳

“Not really my cup of tea”, I say, as I make the world’s longest headcanons about Vil!Deku being a dad.

TW: Pregnancy, children, cursing. :)

Dad Villain!Deku HC's

-Look, Vil!Deku is already possessive as fuck. The second he finds out you're pregnant? He will literally be attached to you at the hip. Can't go anywhere without this man. Can you say coddling?

-He's so thrilled and nervous at the same time. Not about being a bad parent or anything, more about you or your child getting injured, threatened, or put in danger.

-It started with some symptoms that looked like the run of the mill flu. You probably got pretty bad morning sickness, and he fussed over you the whole time; held your hair back for you, rubbed your back, made you tea, the whole nine yards.

-Both of you just thought it was a stomach bug. But you just kept getting sick, and Deku actually took some time off work to stay with you and make sure you were okay (what a gentleman).

-After a week of being sick, this man is so concerned about you and your health that he calls a doctor to your place to take a look at you. God help that poor doctor because if he even looks at you the wrong way, Deku will obliterate him.

-Doctor asks if you could be pregnant, and both of you just kind of go quiet.

-Deku had thought of that possibility but refused to acknowledge it because something that good? Happening to an outcast like him? A criminal? To someone who was never worthy enough to be a hero? No. Way.

-But it did! You can probably see Deku's eyes visibly sparkle when the doc asks that question. The doctor leaves with the theory that you're pregnant and tells you to take a test.

-Congratulations! You're both going to be parents!

-Everything is so different after that. Deku has always been soft on you because you're his Sweet, but he's extra soft and caring now. Also extremely protective and possessive?

-"It's just the grocery store. I can do it myself, it's alright!" You're out of groceries? He's going with you. You can't argue it. "I'll go with you." "What if someone recognizes you?" "They won't say a word about it. I’ll make sure of it." You know what that means...

-Pregnancy cravings are wild, but he's miraculously got it covered. Never forgets a single craving you've had. Always has your favorite foods on hand, including the odd ones. Pickles? There's three whole jars in the fridge. Certain flavor of chips? Always a bag in the pantry. And if there's ever an instance where you crave something he doesn't have on hand, he makes his lackeys go get it while he stays at home with you. But if he absolutely had to, he would get it himself.

-Nobody is allowed to touch you, especially not now that you're carrying his child. If anyone so much as breathes too close to you, they're toast.

-Keeps tabs on you 24/7. Has to know where you're at and that you're okay or he's worrying 25/8.

-Somehow he's even more crazy about you? Just the fact that you're pregnant with his child is enough to stir him up any day, any time. You've definitely caught him staring at your stomach obsessively several times.

-Takes THEE best care of you. You are your child's lifeline and the love of his life, so you have to stay healthy and happy. Once again...can you say coddling? Makes sure you've eaten throughout the day, brings you water, makes you rest, runs you hot baths, generally just keeps an eye on you to make sure you're okay. Oh, and if you're working? Say goodbye to that job for now. No way you're doing anything strenuous while he can help it.

-If you for some reason insist on keeping the 9-5 job and you manage to convince him otherwise, he visits you on your lunch break whenever he can and hacks into the security cameras way too often for his own good. Literally will be in the middle of a meeting watching live feed from your store.

-Whenever the kid is due, he’s gonna have a bit of a rough time during the whole process. It’s hard for him, because he doesn’t trust the doctors and nurses at the hospital to give you top notch care when he’s not there, and he can’t really take you there anyways because of his villain status (do you think maybe villains have hospitals and resources for each other?? That would be kind of cool...). He ends up pulling some strings with a fellow vigilante/former villain connection who works in the hospital, and they work out some sort of undercover deal probably?

-Don’t question, just accept. He’s got it all covered. He gets to stay with you through everything and he’s got the best doctors and nurses on your case, top notch, extremely professional and comforting for you. They don’t bat an eye at a villain and his s/o and child, they just do their job and keep quiet about it (how does some extra cash sound?).

-Super tense right up until it’s all done. If looks could kill, everyone in that room besides you and the baby would be dead. But he softens right up once he gets to hold the baby. Despite you being extremely tired, you’re glad you stayed awake to see this, because there’s a certain look on his face. For a second, it almost seems like he’s back to how he was before...almost as if he was never a villain in the first place. The hope in his eyes is reminiscent of something old and nostalgic; it reminds you of when he aspired to be a hero. But still it’s not quite right.

-He is immediately mesmerized by your child. “They look like you...” He’s never held something so vulnerable before and felt so...warm, other than the times he’s held you.

-He would kill for both you and your child. If anyone ever threatened you or put the both of you in a dangerous situation, he would drop everything without a second thought to come running to save you. Pray for anyone who comes between the two of you; Deku will make sure they meet a fate worse than death.

-You both take turns taking care of the baby when they wake you up at night, but Deku will be willing to get up before you do nine out of ten times. He loves his child, he really does. It gives him something to take care of and nurture and it makes him feel hopeful again. That kid is his pride and joy.

-There was one time (but only one, because you absolutely ripped into him for it) where you heard the baby cry, and Deku offered to get up and take care of it, so you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. But he never came back to bed, and the baby had been silent for a long time, so you got up to check on them to make sure they were alright, and what did you find? Deku, wide awake at his work desk with his laptop open, baby sitting comfortably on his lap with a bottle, and some surveillance footage and grotesque crime scene pictures pulled up. You were livid.

-”You better not be doing what I think you’re doing. You’re going to traumatize our child.” He looks like a deer caught in headlights when you interrupt his work. The baby just coos and gurgles, and you are absolutely mortified. He looks like he’s about to say something, and you cut him off before he can answer. “Whatever you’re going to say better be a damn good apology, Deku.” Oh, he’s in trouble all right. He just slowly shuts his laptop and brings the baby over to you. Kisses can fix everything, right? ;) He better hope so.

-Even though he’s a villain, the baby always goes quiet when he holds them. It’s like magic, almost. Sometimes you can’t get them to stop crying, and Deku will just come up and look at him with those soft eyes he reserves for only the two of you, and the baby just starts cooing and reaching out for him. Gee, favorites much?

-Never was there ever a moment more peaceful and serene than the time you came home to Deku asleep on the couch with his arms cradled around your child, face soft from sleep and the baby breathing lightly. You feel so lucky to have this in your life. It’s not easy being villains, but this was something you never expected to have, and it’s changed both of you for the better.

Bonus:

-If Deku still has a relationship with his mom, you can bet he gets her to babysit when you decide to go back to work (if you do at all, because he really wants you to stay at home with him and the baby).

-If your mother wasn’t the best or isn’t around, congrats, Mama Midoriya is now your mother, and there is nothing you can do about it. And honestly? Deku loves seeing the way you bond with her. He’s made himself a tiny family that loves him for who he is. There’s no greater feeling in the world than that.

#villain deku #villain!deku #villain deku x reader #villain!deku x reader #villain deku headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha hcs #mha #bnha #mha hcs

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string-bean-requiem · 4 years ago

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New addition - Vampire!Tattoo Artist!Risotto x Human!Reader

Summary - Ris finds a kitten and brings it home to you

Note - Reader uses She/Her pronouns & is a woman. Modern AU

Genre - Fluff

Animals never really took too much of a liking towards Risotto Nero, who may or may not be disheartened by this very fact, but nevertheless, understands exactly why.

He was mother nature’s very own monstrous concoction of a top class predator. Hunting any and all species with warm, crimson blood flowing within their bodies — the very substance that keeps him alive and functioning — with speed faster than a cheetah in its prime, strength greater than any nation’s army combined, along with nails and teeth that could slice through almost anything thrice more precise than any polished blade ever could.

So while he understood well and why animals were deadly afraid of him, disappointment couldn’t resist its way towards his un-beating heart when yet another dog has scampered away from him, all because he simply glanced its way.

Although, disappointment may to be too light of an adjective to describe the depth of emotions he feels towards the rejection of his favourite companions, as the same species had used to be the ones Risotto would seek comfort in when he was exhausted from his own (or what used to be his own) kind’s reactions towards his... ‘vibe’, as the current time’s society would say. Not that he was surprised with that one though. Even during his time as a human, he was well feared by many other humans. If not for his stature and demeanour, then surely for his occupation as a seasoned assassin.

Even though not much has changed when he does come in contact with most humans these days, especially more-so now that he has sleeves of tattoos complimenting the obsidian of his sclera and the glaring crimson in his iris, there was at least a sanctuary, a safe haven in specific types of people all throughout time: those who do not care, and those who are accepting.

Both of which have never cowered away from him, both of which some makes up Risotto’s close knit circle of people he actively cares about, and both of which can be found in his lover... his partner... his better half — you.

You, who despite your species’ natural evolution in (rightfully) fearing vampires, looked at him and felt nothing of the sort and instead, saw him as Risotto Nero. You saw him as the man he was and is, saw past his predator nature, and proceeded to peel back his guarded layers one by one, each with a softer touch than the last, and always left him craving and breathless, but never regretful.

Sometimes, Risotto even thinks being a blood-sucker isn’t so bad. That all those years spent confused, afraid, and lonely was quite alright. With every memory fracture blurring together into a kaleidoscope of nebulous haze, seeming like a distant past, unfamiliar even, and slowly, he feels it slipping past his fingers with each day he spends with your lovely being. Perhaps, he even feels lucky for having this... predicament of a nature being forced upon him lifetimes ago, seeing as how this exact curse was the reason why he had been able to live long enough to have met you. Ever so often though, he has to pinch himself in an attempt to try to soothe himself from wondering if this was all just a very nice dream (or a very sick and convoluted prank on him) because he feels as if it’s too good to be true... but he knows better than that. The swell of his dead heart just by thinking about the welcome back kiss you always pepper onto his lips when he reaches home reminds him just of that.

However, before Risotto could lose himself further into his reminiscing, a weak, shaky mewl echoes softly from the alleyway to his right. It even surprises him to a point of stillness because it sounded so much like a cry for help — for him, the predator of all beings.

But it couldn’t be, it didn’t make sense for it to be, and he almost starts his journey back home again, until the same frail vocals call out for him once more.

Risotto’s head turns towards the direction of the sound and he’s met with the sight of a sketchy pathway. Not that he had anything to worry about though, he drank blood for a living after all.

As another cry sounds off, Risotto approaches forward with tentative steps, not wanting to scare off the very obviously weak animal whilst trying to show that he meant no harm or malice. It seemed to work, oddly enough, when a tuft of obsidian fur pokes out of the confines of its shabby cardboard box, revealing its bright golden eyes to stare at Risotto’s own crimson pair.

An odd tension enveloped the two beings, and a beat passes before Risotto takes the leap to pet the kitten’s head — and he’s so glad that he did.

How long has it been since an animal has nuzzled its little head into his expectant palm? How many years has it been since the last animal had deemed him safe enough to lick at his hand? How much time has passed since soft little paws have been padded at his hand as if to say “Pet me more!”?

Long enough.

So much so that it has him perplexed that a weak little kitten is not wetting itself in fear of his presence so far. Questions and guesses as to why whirls in his head, yet he couldn’t help but find himself almost giddy at the turn of events... at this brave little Bombay.

Risotto’s excitement is cutoff short when he notices its shivering body, which is quite unsurprising, as the little fellow was showing signs of being on the edge of malnourishment, and his heart squeezes a little at that.

With careful and steady movements, showing that once again he meant no harm, he shrugs off his coat, hoping it’ll be of use to keep the animal warm, and with the utmost care and gentleness he could muster, wraps it up and tucks its back into its makeshift shelter. Risotto makes sure the kitten’s safe and comfortable before ultimately deciding to bring it home with him, to you, while wondering along the journey if you would want to keep it as much as he does.

God, he hopes you do, but he knows cats can be picky with who they want to show affections to, who they want to accept as their caretaker, and he thinks he would be disheartened greatly if the animal in his hold did not take a liking to you. It would be such a cruel fucking joke if the one animal who didn’t shun or cower at him liked him, but not you, especially since he knows you’ve been wanting a cat for a long time, having unintentionally overheard this desire of yours with your friend a while back when they came to visit you. And it would be so cruel when he finally finds one that won’t claw at his eyes 24/7 that it may end up trying to claw your eyes instead.

You better like her. I won’t know what to do if you don’t...

With each step bringing Risotto closer to your shared home, he grows a little more tense at the prospect of introducing the stray to you, how it’ll react, how it’ll go down... and before he knows it, he’s already through the front door and calling out your name to signal his arrival home.

“Welcome home, Ris. How was work today?”, your voice echoes a little in the cozy space. The domesticity of your tone etches into his memories and he files away into a secure space in his heart, feeling his worries calming by the second.

He could never get tired of this — of you, in the home you’ve both built together, where happiness and content are seeped into every crevice with a warm smile and soft eyes and even softer hearts.

A moment passes as he commits this scene into his heart, like he had done so with every other point in time that he has shared with you, and he realises he’s gone off track a little when your curious eyes continues to peer at him, his sudden stillness, and the cardboard box in his arm.

“It was a slow day at the parlour...”, Risotto quickly mumbles. His lips soft and warm against your smiling ones, lingering for a beat longer than usual, wanting to bask in your familiarity to ease the nerves beginning to flutter again. “...but a couple of interesting things happened.”.

Risotto pulls away and immediately misses your warmth. Twinges of strained excitement begin to dig deeper into the depths of his abdomen, and he can’t help but hope once again that the little fur ball would take a liking to you because fuck does he wants to raise it with you so damn much.

“Oh?”, your eyebrow raises inquisitively, “Does it have anything to do with that box in your hand?”.

Risotto all but nods in accordance and settles the cardboard box onto the coffee table. Your curiosity peaking as you glance between the shabby box and his gaze.

“I overheard you wanting a cat once. And I know it’s hard to have a pet around with my... disposition, but...”, he trails off when he reaches towards the box to dig out the star of today’s show, still bundled in his heavy coat.

“No way...”.

Your eyes widen, eyebrows shot upwards and your grin spreads itself wide across your lips when a tiny head of fur ruffles itself out of its makeshift bed.

Slits of honied gold peered at you from its position, wary and cautious of its own safety with every step you take forward. Risotto own breath subconsciously bates as your hand inches towards the Bombay’s head apprehensively. You’ve already surmised that this little kitten is more than fine with your vampiric lover, seeing as how it seems to make itself completely at home in his coat and in his hold, so the only hurdle left to complete your new family was for the same kitten to take a liking to you as well, and the pressure was gnawing its way at your nerves. The both of you were well aware that cats were picky with who they liked, and if this one cat didn’t like you... you wouldn’t know how to handle that and it’s consequences.

You honestly didn’t want to even think about the consequences... and it seemed like you didn’t have to.

It immediately took a liking to you, nuzzling it’s head into your hand before licking at your digits the same way it did with Risotto earlier today.

It likes you, and most of the tension unravels it’s hold on his muscles. The hardest hurdle was over, leaped in perfect form and done with, and Risotto sighs in relief before he asks, “Do you want to keep it?”.

The chances of you rejecting this proposal was practically nonexistent, seeing as how your eyes are practically glimmering at the kitten pawing at your fingers, but he was a gentleman and he wanted your verbal confirmation to expanding your family together. You, of course, agreed without a beat of hesitation, all while cooing and petting the mewling Bombay in his arms.

God, he could live in this moment forever.

A vivid smile takes over Risotto’s features as he steals your attention for a bit, his fingers tipping your chin upwards quick enough for you to catch his dimples making their coveted appearance, and you have to take a moment to re-collect your swooning self. He always did look the most lovely when he was unabashedly happy, something you pride yourself on being able to bring out of him. But before he could swoop in for another kiss, your brain kickstarted and suddenly you remembered.

“Wait you said ‘a couple of interesting things happened’... what’s the other thing?”.

“Oh. A pair of drunkards walked in during the afternoon and demanded to get matching tattoos of each other’s irises on their nipples. I refused, of course.”

“...what?”, your eyes widened in disbelief.

You wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the incident, and the fact that Risotto had delivered it as deadpan as ever, which is totally up your alley in terms of humour, but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to give him a chuckle. Instead, all you felt was concern and disbelief bubbling at the blatant entitlement and stupidity the drunkards had displayed to your beloved.

“Are you feeling okay? Did they hurt you?”, you voiced. Your tone soft, but not without your signature protective edge reserved for your loved ones, and you find one of your hands leaving the kitten to reach out to cup Risotto’s warming cheek.

He understands how you must be feeling, knowing that beneath your nonchalant personality reveals a more protective side, and he loves that about you. He loves that no matter how extreme or how insignificant the matter is, you’d always show him that you’ll care for and about his wellbeing, going as far as even fighting for him and his honour, even if he’s the one who’s a powerful supernatural being.

He loves it, he loves you, and he loves how you’re so consistent in your love for him, and in this moment, he feels it once again and melts into your palm.

“Yes, and yes.”, Risotto’s voice is just a touch tender as he drowns in the love pouring from your eyes. “No need to worry about me, biddùzza. I’m a vampire. I could drain them dry before they can even blink.”, he reassures.

Your posture relaxes and you can’t help but huff out a chuckle at his words, being able to finally find his apathy and the situation a little funny in its own way. But that doesn’t mean he still should just keep up that attitude forever. Always easier to be safe than sorry. Powerful supernatural hunter or not.

“You know I can’t help it. You’re too soft, Ris.”, you want to take on a scolding tone, but how could you when he looks at you like that? Like you’ve hand-crafted every single good and beautiful thing in this world with graceful weaves and gentle touches... like you’re the sole reason the moon glows every night its own nebulous light, surrounded by clouds of stars and quiet skies... How could you when he looks at you like you’ve bloomed spring to his world drowning storms?

A sigh holds itself back in your throat, opting instead to lean in and peck his lips, pillowy with just a touch of coldness that you’ve grown to be fond of, before returning your attention back to the eager little kitten in his arms again, and Risotto commits the sweetness of your smile and the fondness in your eyes for the purring animal to his already expansive memory.

“That’s reserved only for you...”, he murmurs.

A millennia ago, if someone were to tell Risotto that he’d be happily committed to his human partner, voice fond and gaze overflowing with adoration as he listens to them worry over his well-being and comfort whilst they pet a purring little kitten in his hands, he’d have ripped their head off for spouting something so absurd... for taunting him with something seemingly so unobtainable.

But here he is, lips meeting yours again in a loving kiss, with warm blissful domesticity encapsulating your shared home as the new addition to your little family nuzzles itself into his palm.

...and now you too.

#I hope u enjoyed this 💗#risotto x reader #risotto nero #risotto #jjba #jojo #jojo’s bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #fluff #submission #art trade

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asteroiideae · 3 years ago

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okay, so I don’t make these kinds of posts often because tbh I’m a little lazy and very tired like 24/7 lmao but I’ve been seeing a lot of Pride reading lists hit my dash (and they’re excellent, and I save them all!) buuuut reading books is still a roadblock I’m struggling to mentally overcome -- and audiobooks are great, but they take 84 years (sometimes literally???) to get through. so! I thought I’d share a (very tiny) list of the queer manga I’ve read this year that you might enjoy for Pride, with some descriptions/trigger warnings/thoughts to go with them. so here we go in no particular order other than where they sit on my bookshelf:

What Did You Eat Yesterday? by Fumi Yoshinaga

okay so I know I go on about this manga at literally every presented opportunity, but I honestly just can’t help myself??? as a thirty-something queer adult, I really love the quiet maturity of this relationship between Shiro and Kenji; especially when it’s highlighted by references to shenanigans of their youth, and the ways in which they are still growing as both individuals and a couple. I’ve only read the first six volumes but I’m OBSESSED.

Status: Ongoing (17 volumes; 15 translated) Summary: Shiro and Kenji are an established adult couple with separate careers and interests, whose relationship is depicted over the meals cooked for them by Shiro. This doesn’t have an overarching plot, which might be off-putting for some readers; each chapter can be compared to a fanfic one-shot, usually containing it’s own tiny storyline or theme. It’s literally just domestic moments and meals shared between these men. Warnings: While I didn’t personally have a problem with this, younger readers might find some of the dated terms offensive. If you’ve spent any time with older queer folks (older as in 45-50+) this won’t be anything you aren’t used to, but if your experience of queer folx skews younger or online, you might get taken by surprise. There’s also some internalized homophobia; and by some I mean quite a bit. Shiro’s personal arc (at least in the first six volumes) heavily revolves around how much he closets himself and tries desperately to pass as “normal” in Japanese business culture.

Boys Run The Riot by Keito Gaku

holy shit holy shit holy SHIT. this story is so good??? so VERY good??? I was a little cautious, and a little bit uninterested in a story about teens (only because I’m in my thirties and crave more adult representation,) but I was VERY WRONG to be. Boys Run The Riot is beautifully drawn, beautifully written, and probably my favorite work on this list. the mangaka is also trans so the inherent understanding and nuance of our protagonist’s experience is really lovely. Also featuring a fantastic brotp between a trans boy and his new himbo bestie; no seriously if you want a story about a trans boy getting to have good broships with other boys his own age I CANNOT stress this enough. Volume two is releasing next month; I have it preordered. I’m laying on my floor wishing for time to hurry the fuck up. I need more of this smol angry trans boy and his big soft himbo bff. PLS. Status: Ongoing (4 volumes published; 2 translated) Summary: Ryo Watari is a second year high school student who is trans and struggling to feel comfortable with his very rigidly structured life at school, at home, and among his friends (to whom he is not out.) By chance he meets Jin Sato, a cis boy who also feels outcast (often judged for his appearance without any deeper thought.) When Ryo comes out to Jin in a state of frustration, Jin accepts who Ryo is and makes an offer -- why not start a fashion line that subverts all the expectations that have been put on them both; why not express themselves even when they’ve been told they shouldn’t. Warnings: Ryo is struggling with gender dysphoria, and it is written by someone who has probably experienced it, so it might be a little real for any trans folks who deal with that. Also, while neither the narrative nor Jin misgender Ryo (at least, not once he expresses to Jin that he is a man), Ryo is not out to anyone else and so he frequently is misgendered at school and we see how badly that impacts him and the way he views himself and processes his emotions. Ryo spends a lot of time being angry and trying to swallow it down, and that can be very raw to witness at times. There is also a depiction of unsafe binding (though the mangaka has an immediate note about binding safety, and goes further in-depth at the back of the manga.)

Our Dining Table by Mita Ori

okay, so I was a bit on the fence about whether or not I wanted to include this as a rec, but I decided that it might actually been what someone wants or needs, so here it is! while I really enjoyed this concept, and I’m always a sucker for found family stories (let me tell you I’m queer without telling you I’m queer, much?) it feels like this story is a bit rushed at times, and the romantic relationship between our protagonists is very blink and you’ll miss it. I don’t even want to call it subtle so much as it is just not remotely the focus of the story so it’s a little startling when it happens. but! if you’re looking for a story about adults processing grief and trauma together, and learning how to care for another person (and as a result, learning how to care for themselves,) this is a nice read that isn’t too heavy! Status: Complete (one volume) Summary: Yutaka is a salaryman whose past experiences prevent him from reaching out to others, even through something so simple as sharing a meal. Despite this is REALLY loves to cook, and wishes he had a reason to do it more often. Then he meets Minoru, and his muuuuuch younger brother Tane (it’s like a 17 year age gap between the brothers?) and finds himself teaching them how to cook, and overcoming his fear of eating in front of others. Warnings: Good news, there’s no overt homophobia in this story! Bad news, the other trauma makes up for it! We have a lot of trauma surrounding parental death, childhood bullying, and adoption; in addition to an actual fear of eating in front of others.

Our Dreams at Dusk / Shimanami Tasogare by Yuhki Kamatani

this is the first manga series I collected, and I’m still very pleased about that. the art is ABSOLUTELY stunning? the use of visual imagery and surreal analogies to explain queerness is fucking on POINT. I cried so hard during a couple of these volumes I developed a migraine. I only have one piece of critique on the whole thing (addressed in the warnings,) and I intend to do another re-read when I’m ready for the catharsis of sobbing into my pillow again. Like Boys Run The Riot, Our Dreams at Dusk is drawn and written by a member of the queer community (a non-binary mangaka, this time,) and as a result it hits pretty fucking close to home in a lot of ways. while I really love this series it’s super not for the faint of heart, you WILL come out of this reading experience with some things to unpack. Status: Completed (4 volumes; 4 translated) Summary: We mostly follow Tasuku Kaname, as he is outted at school by a classmate as being homosexual, and his initial despair and subsequent journey of acceptance. In this process, Tasuku finds himself at a drop-in center, which seems to primarily function as a safe space for queer people; we meet several lesbians, an elderly gay man, a trans character, and a young character who isn’t ready for any kind of label because they are still ??? about themselves and their identity. Each of these “secondary” characters is given room to breathe and to work through difficulties of their own while Tasuku watches and learns that even though life is hard sometimes, there’s beauty to be found in one’s own strength. Warnings: hoooo boy; well there’s all kinds of homophobia and transphobia; a character is outted against their will (multiple times), there’s some really insidious transphobia covered by “concern”, there’s internalized homophobia everywhere, and a very complicated asexual character whose presentation left me (as an ace) with super mixed feelings and a lot of frustration (though I wouldn’t call it bad necessarily; just wanted to put that out there for my fellow asexual folks.) If you have read (or go on to read!) any of these, please let me know! I’d love to chat about the stories, and hear your thoughts on them -- because we’re a broad/diverse community and our own experiences shape us differently and give us different insights. <3 ANYWAY, for those of you who read this monstrous self-indulgent post, thank you! Feel free to add any queer manga you’ve been reading below - I’m always on the hunt for more recs!

#happy pride #manga recs #gay representation #queer representation #trans characters #asexual characters #gay characters #everything in-between tbh

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twisted-nox-sidus · 5 years ago

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I was in the mood for fluff.

Headcanon AU prompt: Child!Strix suddenly warps to TW! As the dorm leaders argue who would be the first to take her in for the time being, she selects the dorm leader on a whim and grows attached. Saddled as babysitters by Crowley, how do the dorms take care of her?

Note: I had made a post of Child!Strix before. Keep in mind that she’s mute at this age and relies on actions than words to communicate.

Heartslabyul

Baby Strix fled to the safety of Riddle’s long cape and curled up inside despite his protests. She was in a cocoon by then.

The card boys almost dread the worst when Riddle came back cradling a sleepy little girl wrapped snugly in his cape like a blanket. The sight was so tender, they were nearly convinced it was someone pranking them.

Riddle was confident to show Strix a wonderful time at Heartslabyul. On the same day he had Trey bake his delicious cakes and treat her to his favorite strawberry tarts soon after.

The boys take turns carrying her. They almost die of diabetes whenever Strix gives nuzzles on their cheeks and hugs around their necks. So precious! She’s an angel! Deuce actually cried (manly tears mind you) once. Ace was never gonna let it up.

The Heartslabyul gang are just one big family. Trey and Cater are the parents, the first-year trio are their chaotic kids, and Riddle is the exasperated eldest son who tries to keep the whole family in line.

Strix plays dress-up with Cater and he does her hairstyles. It’s clear he totally dotes on her the most as he has an older sister. Having a little sister like Strix is delightful!

“Can we adopt her? Please?” “Cater, the headmaster already signed the custody papers.” “Really?!”

Ace and Deuce alternate carrying Strix as she paints roses red. They also make up quicker when Strix is around so they don’t make her sad.

The hedgehogs and flamingos are quite attached to Strix. They were practically surrounding her. Cater had abused the camera roll by then. He can’t bring himself to delete a single pic! But his memory storage is near reduced to tears...

Bonus: Che’nya randomly popped in during their tea party sweeping Strix off her chair and adoring this cutie patootie. Strix’s shock subsides when she noticed the pierced pointy cat ears and pets them while Che’nya carried her on his shoulders. He even only made his head visible so he’d give the others a spook when he came back while Strix is too focused on his kitty ears to realize it. It was so surreal, let me tell you.

Savanaclaw

Strix approached Leona and looked up with sparkling blue eyes. Fluffy kitty ears are nice! Not scary!

Leona groaned. He himself doesn’t want to take in a kid -especially a girl- back to Savanaclaw. She makes easy prey the moment she steps in. He has a weak spot for children, too.

To Leona’s bewilderment, the girl climbs on him like a tree until she sat on his shoulders and touched his cat ears. She nuzzled her face in his mess of hair and smiled, pleased.

And so, Leona returned to the dorm with a baby owl perched on his head. When she was asleep he dumped the job onto Ruggie. He should get paid for this, damn it. He didn’t sign up for babysitting!

Strix’s attention would wander to Leona’s flicking tail. She would try to catch it and run around Leona’s legs to try to get a feel, or pounce on the bed if he’s sleeping, however it would slip out of her tiny reach. She seems to have fun, though. She behaves like a cub sometimes, it’s really adorable.

Strix would do her best to help Ruggie clean Leona’s room. If only the dorm leader would follow her example...

Baby Strix growling stomach is like a mouse squeaking. Ruggie didn’t think a child’s stomach could make such cute noise.

Jack is saddled with a kid while Ruggie and Leona take care of their own duties. Where is the instruction manual for this?

Strix would fall asleep on Jack’s tail that substitutes for a pillow. Or his fluffy head, one way or the other. It’s easy to watch over a kid when they’re asleep almost 24/7. When she is awake, she would climb on him like he’s a jungle gym.

One time when he gave her an awkward pat on the head, she firmly held his hand in place and she. Freaking. Nuzzled into his palm. Nuzzled her nose to it with a cute smile and blush.

Jack only had Strix for five minutes, but if anyone harms her he will kill everyone in the area and then himself. It’s that meme :D

Every time they go out, the boys would firmly place their hands over her ears to block any foul language Savanaclaw has to offer. They also make it clear to other fellow students to keep their paws off her. Her innocence must be protected.

Octavinelle

Similar to Riddle, Strix went to hide under Azul’s draped coat. Azul then eagerly agreed to take her in. There’s profit to having an adorable guppie at Mostro Lounge, is what everyone called him out on. Azul doesn’t deny it.

Floyd definitely carries Strix by the shoulders. At first it was all fun and games, with how tall being on him was... Until he sporadically pretended to almost drop Strix that she clung to Jade’s secure arms while trembling like a leaf. For once, Jade had a justified reason to smack his brother on the arm without rousing sibling hostility. Floyd got depressed by the flick of a switch.

Strix’s eyes always wanders to the view of the underwater scenery. Her face was glued to the window in Mostro Lounge for how beautiful and breathtaking the sights were. Once, she lied on the floor in the glass corridor admiring the fishies that swim by. She never got tired of it for hours.

Floyd took the opportunity to join her on the floor in hopes of making up to her. Child Strix is a gentle soul to have forgiven him, and the two spent time just relaxing together until Jade and Azul came to pick them up (of course it was weird for two people to be on the floor). Strix was asleep by then.

Strix got curious about the grand piano. Azul played a few tunes before inviting her to join him. She pressed a few random keys that were out of tune, of course, but Strix was excited regardless. The glint of intent interest to explore the practice made him chuckle.

He teaches her the basics. He also encouraged her that her hands are perfect for the piano, which is no lie, and that she would become a wonderful pianist if she continued practicing, much to her delight.

Baby Strix would doze to sleep as Azul played relaxing music, all curled up while her head was atop his lap. What a pure soul this one is.

Scarabia

“Kalim put Strix down!!”

Jamil has another -literal- child to babysit. At least Strix is well-behaved unlike Kalim. Why can’t he take a page from her book?

Kalim has plenty of siblings. His brotherly love rubbed off Strix and made her open up to him more quickly than others.

Kalim bought every kind of ribbon that looks good on Strix. Too bad practically everything is adorable on her.

Jamil really doesn’t mind feeding another mouth. He’s whipped up feasts that feed hundreds of guests for Kalim’s banquets and parties, especially at the last minute. What’s two people to sweat about?* Magic carpet rides are exhilarating for Strix. They were like the baby roller coasters she rode on, but this must be the grownup’s version.

Pomefiore

Strix admires Vil’s dorm outfit between her fingers. The interior red design has fancy apple designs.* Vil boasts how even a toddler recognizes his beauty to compare to other students who fail to see it through their thick skulls.

Like Cater, Vil dresses her in outfits deemed complimentary to Strix and her stunning blue eyes. Strix didn’t mind since Vil was having fun.

Strix is amazed by Epel’s apple craftsmanship. It’d be a shame to eat them, she feels. After being reassured he’ll make more again, she never leaves a crafted apple to rot.

Strix finds Rook’s mannerisms and French confusing, but that’s okay. She’s a child that doesn’t know better. Though she has a feeling she’d still find him elusive even as a grownup.

Ignihyde

Like a kitten, Strix is all-too curious about Idia’s long blue flaming hair and paws at the tips. He had to bunch his hair into a ponytail during her stay.

Idia has his little brother Ortho. Surely he can handle Strix. “Those are two separate things!” He’d exclaim. Too bad that doesn’t prevent him from being a babysitter right off the bat.

Ortho is excited. Now he’s in the shoes of a big brother. He hopes Strix will be an incentive for Idia to come out of his room.

Strix liked how warm and comfy Idia’s jacket (his “school uniform”) looks. She slipped inside while Idia was taking a shut-eye from the monitor and zipped up the zipper before snuggling closer to his warm body heat. It’s like hugging a heater.

Idia woke up to a fright. What if he crushed her under his weight?! That’d be dangerous!

He looks down to see the content smile on her lips. With a sheepish huff he plopped his head back on the pillow. Another five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Diasomnia

To every dorm leader’s surprise and fear, including Diasomnia’s himself, baby Strix fled to Malleus’ side. His intimidating aura should have warded her away, yet when Strix looks up from the folds of his cape with pure and honest blue eyes, there was no fear. Even as a toddler she knows no fear of one of the most powerful magicians in the world.

Strix dislikes thunder, and thus is scared of Sebek and his lightning bolt for hair. She would flee behind Silver’s leg and stay away from Sebek as much as possible.

Sebek had to befriend her through an owl marshmallow pillow (after listening to Lilia’s advice). Watching her squeeze the pillow made many shed tears from the sweetness. You could practically see flowers and soft light surround the two.

Sometimes they would walk in the lounge to see Strix dozing in the sleeping Silver’s protective arms wrapped around her securely. Like two peas in a pod.

Lilia is amused whenever he looks behind to see Strix lifting his oversized Diasomnia uniform as much as possible from the floor. She follows him like a duckling because of that.

Once, Malleus got depressed for not being invited to an event. Strix tugged on his pant leg and he picks her up. Then she pats his head before giving him a hug in consolation. How sweet, though he realized how the roles have switched; he’s the child, and Strix is much mature for her age.

The day after that Strix would pull him over to where everyone sat before a pretend tea party set. If Malleus had the shame to cry he would have done so. Ugly sobbing, amirite?

Malleus may not admit it out loud, but he’s happy. At least someone knows to remember to invite him. The fact it’s a human child says a lot.

#twisted wonderland #my post #twst oc #strix noctowl #child!strix #twisted wonderland oc #savanaclaw #diasomnia #heartslabyul #disney twisted wonderland #headcanon #octavinelle #ignihyde #scarabia #pomefiore #fluff #oc headcanon

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afterthelastreset · 4 years ago

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch 1 Game Starts

(WARNING!! PLEASE READ: Mentioning of past abuse in this story, don't know if this counts as a trigger but just in case I'm putting this here.. Also Rouxls has a slight fear of touch, and bad anxiety and some stress in this story. Don't know if those count as triggers but might as well mention it in case. But nothing beyond that. You have been warned. Mak belongs to @coffincrawler)

What would you do if your job was to deal with a power hungry king who could snap at any moment? Quit? Haha! Only if thou wanted to end up in the dungeon or worse. But also that you were completly put in charge of something you had barely any knowlege of, forced to babysit a hyper mini king, and had to do whatever the king wanted at a moments notice any hour of any day. Oh! And this was all a 24/7 job. Congratulations. ......Being the duke was highly overrated but, nobility wasnt without sacrifice. Which was what he was ready to put up with when he agreed to first being the king's royal advisor. The king was always much of a brute, big, mean, and not afraid to show his displeasure for anything he didn't find to his liking. But at least the Queen always managed to calm him down-....Ah. Her highness- She was always such a caring and kind spirited lady. How she could possibly tolerate let alone love that big brute was a mystery in of itself, but then again he wasn't in any place to judge. Now was he? He was just the royal adviser(more like royal errand boy) to the king, but still he admired many things about her. Her courage, her endless kindness,....her beauty-...*ahem* Anyways, things were going well in thine kingdom for a while. Sure the constant nagging and intimidation of the king would get tiring but he was used to constant pressure from higher ranking people. The other three kings and queens were much more pleasent to be around, sometimes the neighboring Durrmee Royal family would visit. The Spades even eventually announced the coming of their soon to be child after a while...Huh. It seemed like everyone was starting to settle down it seems. Unfortuneatly nothing like this lasted forever- Everything changed the day the knight came. The Queen disappeared. The king went mad! The former kings locked away, the neighboring kingdom attacked, the foutain appearing, and the king slowly descending into more....destruction. The poor prince. He didn't deserve any of this. Noone deserved any of this actually. It seemed madness spread to others as well. Not too long after the jester was caught trying to slay an innocent bystander and was locked within the safest cell constructed. Not too long after that the royal magician quit along with some of the other staff...or thrown in the already crowded cells. But it didn't make any difference to him. He just had to keep on smiling and agreeing for his own sake. Day after day. Smile n agree. Smile n Agree.....Hopefully nothing bad happened. But enough rambling about his past. You dear readers are here to read the tale of his future are you not? Well then. It all began with one scared rudinn on one rainy night-

The rain had been pretty aweful this season. It only lasted a week or two, but it was always pretty dull to watch. Luckily he had been given of paperwork by his majesty to last hours to keep him occupied! Isn't his majesty so consideret? ..*ahem* anyways- He was swamped with paperwork, which was why he jumped when a knock came from the large wooden door. He obviously flinched and looked at the door. After a few more moments of silence, a timid voice finally broke it:

"...Uh..Sir D-Duke," a male voice sounded muffled by the door, "C-C-Can I come in? W-We have a uh-....s-small problem." The blue duke let out a small sigh of relief it wasn't who he intiatlly thought it was and gave a small smile. "Of courseth. Cometh in soilder."There was another pause, before the door creaked open and said rudinn soilder stuck their head in. The Duke smiled assuringly before waving his hand in a come in motion, to which the rudinn seemed comfortable enough to slither in on his command. "Noweth. What caneth I do for thou this-"...He paused before looking at the clock on the wall. Good golly is was already almost midnight. "...Night?" The rudinn hesitated at first, wringing his hands together and shaking slightly. Even though Rouxls was a much better boss than the king was, he still had to report every progress TO the king and that's why most were nervous when it came to giving the daily reports. "W-Well Sir bossman. Sir. U-Um...I came t-to deliver the day's r-report?" The duke stared at him. "Now? Tis nearly thine next day. Why hast thou come to deliver it so latest?" The rudinn shrank more. "Well...T-That's the problem,Sir Puzzle man. Um....We're h-having a problem w-with one of the prisoners? " Rouxls's confusion must've reflected on his face because the rudinn winced. "It's the um....J-Jester, S-Sir." "Oh..Him." The mad jester was always troublesome. Ever since his capture and imprisonment, he's always found new ways to scare the guards. Babbling about how the King was merely using them all as pawns like in a game, or howling about chaos or something. He never really recalled the jester much, purple jolly fellow, always getting into trouble. Ounce put green hair dye in his shampoo bottle as a prank-.....He'd never forget that, his hair was an ugly green for a month. The guards were pretty freaked out by him, but he didn't see the big deal as long as we was behind bars. "So what thou's problem?" "Um.....H-He's acting....really strange tonight. L-Like..r-really freaky. And uh....No one w-wants to give him his food." "Well, then thy answer tis simple really. Let him go hungry. Maybe that willst teaches him a lesson about his behavior." The rudinn looked even more distressed if possible. ''Um...We kinda can't? The King's d-doing his w-w-weekly insp-p-pection tomorrow, Sir. A-And he gets r-really angry when I-it's not done." Rouxls froze at those words. Weekly inspection...? oh no- HOW COULD HE HAVE FORGOTTEN?! Well- He has been swamped in paper work for the last few hours, so he guessed he could've forgotten,, but the king wouldn't take his excuse. His body began to shake lightly from the memories of the king's anger. Teeth bared, claws out, pain on his face- He immediately shook his head and looked back to the Rudinn with a stern face. "W-Well getest someone down there and feed him something!" "W-We can't." "Why not?" "N-No one wants to go down there, b-but we don't want to see the k-king mad either so..Um...W-We were hoping YOU would do it?" They stared at each other, before Rouxls groaned and moved his eyes down to the mountain of paperwork that STILL needed to be finished before tomorrow. Too many things were always thrown at him weren't they? But...he was always used to bearing the brunt of the hard work, might as well go do it and get it over with. What could've been so hard about feeding one prisoner? He sighed and reached a hand up to run through his white hair. "Fineth. Just..telleth me where I can findest this 'freaky'prisoner thou speakest of?" *********************************************************************************************** DING! The duke made an obvious flinch when he felt the elevator stopped and made the comical dinging noise. He certainly wasn't expecting the sudden darkness greeting him when the doors opened up, luckily there were torches along the side of the darkened staircase that lead down into...well, he guessed the cell, but this seemed a little extreme for one prisoner. Maybe a suitable punishment for the king- He shook his head and meekly leaned his head out a bit to peer past the darkness. He couldn't see anything except barely the stairs and what looked like bars maybe? But he didn't see or hear any evidence of anyone down there? Perhaps this Jevil person was sleeping? Made no difference to him. That just means it'll be easier for him. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stepped out of the elevator and onto the stairs. ..Nothing! Sighing, he straightened up his back and made his way down more confidently. There was nothing to worry about. Rudinns always worry too much anyways, getting him to do all the work when he already had so much to do. He muttered to himself irritatedly, nothing made him more irritated than being interrupted in the middle of work. This would take all night at this rate. The poor duke failed to see the small shadow stirring in the darkness below, or the two small yellow dots that peeked out at him curiously. The yellow pupils blinked up at him from the dark, and a fanged smile slowly grew across his face. OH! A new visitor! Different from the usually rudinns or occasional hathy who usually just dropped his food off and left as quickly as they could, quite rude not to say hello. But THIS one- The worm's biolumeniscent hair shone in the dark and sparkled as he walked down the stairs towards him, a scowl on his face. He muttered some things under his breath he couldn't quite make out, but that didn't ,matter to him. It'd been so long since he'd seen a new face, though he looked very familiar....Hey. Wasn't this person the prince's babysitter or something? Oh! Wait a second. It was the funny fellow called Kaard wasn't it. Yes. Rouxls kaard. Biggest stick in the mud other than the spade. He chuckled lightly remembering the many pranks he used to pull. Always had this serious aura around him. No fun that one. This was going to be fun! He held what looked like the usual mush of food he was given to eat, no doubt to deliver it like the rest, but the way he looked so done with life already- It was too hilarious! He finally let out a stream of high pitched giggles at the sight, just as the duke was bending over to set the tray down by the bars. Making the worm freeze and drop the tray the last few inches to the ground with a clatter. He stared directly into the cage where to his horror, two yellow pupils were staring only a few feet away. The two silently stared at each other until one spoke. "Well, well. A new visitor, visitor to my little freedom!" The pupils blinked. The voice behind it sounded a little too pleased to be seeing him. "What brings you all the way down, down?" The worm didn't say anything. So when the pupils suddenly sprinted at him, he yelped and slammed his eyes shut for cover. ….When nothing happened, he slowly reopened them, but he wished he hadn't. Because staring at him a feet or two from his face was the purple imp from his faint memories, but he never remembered him being so terrifying! When he still didn't answer, the imp hummed. "What's the matter, matter? I got your tongue, tongue silly man? BWAHAHA!" "..duke.." He paused. "Hmm. What was that?" "I-I-..." The duke licked his lips nervously. A few sweat beads of slime ran down his obviously frightened looking face. "It's D-Duke to t-t-thou, P-Peasant." The thing cooed. "Oh. I see you've obtained a title.Hehehe." Somehow he shifted his body to lay on his side in mid air, with his head in his hand. "A title is just that, that. A silly little thing to call yourself, yourself.~...But now that begs a question. What brings the duke, duke to my humble little freedom? Freedom." The duke was still obviously still frozen with fear with his eyes wide as plates, but confusion still seeped it's way into him. Freedom? He calls being in a cell in the middle of the dark feet under ground for years free? He really was mad wasn't he? He really should get out of there soon, but the fact this crazy person was still staring at him like prey was quite unsettling- Wait. He asked something right? Why he was down there? "I-I...T-Thou has scared m-mine workers into not giving thee substance...*ahem* W-With t-t-thine king checking p-p-progress tomorrow, I-I can't afford m-mistakes." The floating man hummed and it finally accured to Rouxls that he was balancing on his tail. What oddity is he? "What would one little me, me do to anger such a man?" …..Rouxls blinked. Certainly not the question he was expecting, but- "Art thou insane? Doth thee knowest what thine king w-w-will doth to mineself if thy rules are not followed accordingly?!" The jester merely shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea,idea. But life is too chaotic without the stress, stress of trying to follow all of HIS rules, rules. Now isn't it?" "On thine contrary. I wouldst rather keepest mine head on mine shoulders than to risk displeasing his majesty. Following the rules is needed on a daily basis." At that he let off more high pitched cackling. "After all these years, years he still has the pieces of his never ending cruelity, cruelity. *tch* And they say Im mad and foolish." "Thoust tried to killeth thine king. Of courseth he woulst locks thee up like the traitor thou are!" The fear was slowly starting to be replaced with annoyance at the feind. "I have wasted enough of mine time here. "He slowly leaned back up to a standing position. Thou haseth thine food, perhaps you'd be wiser than to scareth off thine food supply. Or else starve to death." His ears perked up. "Is that a threat I hear oh duke?~" "Taketh it how thou wants to! Im nay afraid of a mad fool trapped behind bars of coldst steele." "Is that so?" His eyes lit up with an unknown glee. ''Well, then how about a little numbers, numbers game?The rules are simple to play, play?~" Rouxls gave him an even more annoyed look. He had important work to do and this fool wanted to play games. "Nay! I haveth no time for your idotic foolishness- EEEEE!" A death grip had wrapped his wrist and attatched to it was the smiling lunatic with a gigantic grin, which only grew hearing the Duke's squeal and the way his confidence has easily been returned to fear. "Oh, come now, Duke.~ It's simple really. All you have to do is run while I count how long your-"

Rouxls let out a squeak as a pulsation ripped through their bodies and simaltaniously pulled his hand away from the equally startled imp, who's tail pulled him back a few feet and his eyes widened at the sudden feeling. Rouxls's soul thumped hard against his chest to the point he thought it was going to burst from his chest, then as suddenly as it came it left and his soul slowed down and his lungs heaved out. Rouxls stood there. Blinking. D-Did he...Did he just have a soul attack? B-B-But then, where was the pain? HE should've been flopping on the ground like a fish. Maybe an anxiety attack? Nay. Those never felt like electricity was surging through him. It must've been a giant zap of static cling. The two just stood there as the effects wore off and slowly looked at each other. Jevil was the first to move as he slowly looked down at his paw, his button eye spinning. He stared at his paw for a moment before closing it and giving Rouxls a wide eyes look. Rouxls could see the blue shape of his soul slightly from under his clothes as it faded away....Ok. Weird side affects for static cling. "You?" The voice brought Rouxls back to Jevil as he blinked in confusion. "I-I..I what?" Jevil didn't seem to notice he said anything and instead look back down at his hands in pure confusion. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day, day...and with someone so...opposite, opposite!" He turned back to the kaard with a newfound glee on his face. That spooked and confused him to no end. In one swift moment, the thing lunged at the bars and reached a clawed hand out. ROuxls obviously yelped and tried to back away but the clawed hand caught onto the front of his shirt. With a hard yank, the duke was slammed against the bars and once again a spike of absolute terror washed over him. Yellow eyes looked at him. What he didn't know was that Jevil was drinking in every detail of his face. He never noticed but the duke seemed to have dawned a few scars to his otherwise flawless features, must've been a fight or two. He surely was a fascinating one wasn't he? Oooh! He could feel his soul lighting up with this new found "How marvelous, marvelous! A new player and game, game!" Genuine excitment rang through a genuine happy smile, though the terrified Rouxls didn't seem to notice. His soul beat against his check a mile a minute! He could burst from what he purseived as fear any second, not that jevil noticed. "Ehehehehe! So this is where it all begins, begins! " He HAD to get out of there! He pulled his head back and got his arms up ready to shove this pest off himself- He froze. Something wet slid against the side of his cheek and he gave off a high pitched whine. His body shook lightly- And then he thrashed uncontrollably. His brain having one goal. GET AWAY FROM HIM! Jevil was taken aback and loosened his grip on the blue man. The duke fell backwards and instantly began to shuffle back- "Wha- Hey! Wait, wait!" He didn't listen. Stumbling and desperately trying to breath, he ran back up the stairs towards the elevator and into it. The up button was spammed practically into nothing and the similar ding noise was heard as the doors slowly closed off the darkness. As the machine shifted as it slowly went up, the duke collapsed against the side wall and slid down to the floor breathing heavily. What the actually f*ck was that?!

…………………...……...……......……...……...…...…......………............…...…...…...…...…...…..................…...……......……...…...……………......………...…...…... He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't be doing ANY of this. What would one think if they knew that the King's appointed Duke of Puzzles, caretaker of the prince, and master of law and order would be feeling absolutely weak in the presence of an insolent clown?! NO! He wasn't weak! Rouxls Kaard was anything but weak. He was just....uh..a little unprepared for the absolute madness of the knave when they first encountered. Yes. That's it! Not even the great Duke of Puzzles could get all first impressions right.

He wasn't sure of the strange feeling in his gut whenever his mind revolved around back to THAT night. The strength of those ghastly hands latching onto him and slamming him into the cold steel, near those sickly glowing eyes. The very thought of those things made him shudder and get a sick feeling in his stomach. In a way, he was more terrorfying than thy king. At least with him you could tell when the Spade was displeased in anyway, but there's no feeling behind a mad man's smile. So. The answer to recovery was to just avoid the place and do his best to push those thoughts deep down and try to distract himself.

And for a while. It actually worked.

He managed to busy himself by making an actual working piece of his work the king seemed pleased with. He called it, A Control Crown. Though it still could use some work as it only worked on more...um. Less smart beings of the realm. And the King's annoying worm(but much better company keeper) of a son had gotten himself into plenty of shenanigans the Duke had to fix or pull him out of. It had been maybe a few months since the incident and he rarely thought of any of that encounter. So all was well with the Duke of Puzzle. Thou the duke did experience a strange tugging or nagging feeling like he was missing something. Oh well. None of it mattered.

At least. Not until that night.

A storm had decided to make itself present that night much to the annoyance and fear of the guards. For it was tonight that the prisoner better who some had called Jevil -odd name if you asked him- once again decided now would be the right time to act up and strike fear into the poor guards in charge of the food supply to him. Which also meant none wanted to go down there. Which ultimately meant the duty would fall on the next upper person in charge.

.....Which meant it was up to him. To settle things. And go down there. With that THING!

He honestly almost threw up the mac and cheese Lancer and himself ate for lunch when he found out. But he was the Duke of Puzzles, appointed by the King himself. Law keeping was one of his best assets, which was why he was put in charge of these guards. So, with a heavy stomach and light head, he assured any listening he'd once again take care of the 'little worm' and put a stop to this all. Oh,if only he could have seen the familiar frozen grin plastered on his face at the moment. It only got worse when he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to the unknown level.

Once the doors closed, the Duke let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and immediately reached to clutch at the tufts of shiny snow white hair on his head.

"What the f*cketh have I done?!" He breathed between gasping breaths. He wasn't even sure how stupid he was at this point! Why didn't he just tell them to let the stupid prisoner go hungry just for tonight and not bother!? This was absolute madness. Like kicking a live bee nest to anger the pathetic insects-

Bing!

"HA!" The Duke let out a short high pitched squeak of fright from the doors reopening to reveal the beginnings of a staircase and darkness below. He hoped no one heard him. A high pitched series of laughter ruined that hope.

"Oh, how fun,fun! A Duke of no suit has come once again, again to seek what he thinks he rules over!" He flinched when he faintly saw two glowing pinpricks from down below. "How interesting, interesting.~ Have you come to finally play, play?~"

He stood there frozen at the sight of yellow eyes waiting for his answer. The feeling of that insolent's slimey tongue grazing his cheek and the feeling of complete helplessness came rushing back to him in a heart beat. Gathering what pride and dignity he had left, the Duke casually stood straight up and gave an annoyed look. He tried to invision himself talking to a rookie guard or Lancer whenever he had to explain something. He just had to remember. HE was the one in charge. Not some bumbling knave that couldn't even harm him from his prison all the way down below.

"I-It has cometh to mine attention that thou art scaring the very guards that feed you!" He shouted down and waited for a response. But none came. The eyes didn't even blink. So he nervously licked his lips and continued. "If thou wishes to keep getting proper treatment from them in the future then thou needs to follow the rules set in place."

Felling a little more confident. He decided to yell louder. He was in charge. Not him. He had no control over the situation. He made the rules.

"Thou art getting on mine nerves and I do not wish to heareth about thine useless chatters or antics! I haveth no time to deal with thee any longer! I have more important matters to deal with than the rambles of an absolute mad man!! So keepest thine voice down and cease your useless shenanigans at once!!"

His voice echoed throughout the silent prison as the yellow eyes continued their silent watching. Rouxls stared down at the lowlife a little longer before smiling. That was until the pinpricks disappeared as the crazy fool threw his head back in laughter at the stupid show he just witnessed. Rouxls felt his ears press to his sides and his stomach drop hard. This wasn't the reaction he had hoped. All too soon the eyes were back along with a mocking voice.

"What a shame! What a shame! Thinking he could order the only one free, free in the whole kingdom!~ How amusing!~ How fun!! FUN!!~" Rouxls didn't like the change in tone of the deranged jester's voice. It almost sounded intrigued. And that's what scared him most. "I never had so much fun,fun with another pawn before! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! Tell me Rouxls Kaard. If you are in charge, charge then why are you too afraid to play this little game, game of yours?~ Hmm."

The Duke didn't say anything at first. The heavy scent of fear consuming him and making his head spin.

"I.....I shan't need to e-explain myself to the likes of you! I prefer not to waste mine valuable time on dealing with your insolent empty words. Thou can pretend with thine mind games all thee wishes but Rouxls Kaard is nay fool!" He pointed a hand at him. " For you see, I have thought of the possibility of thou using these games to trickest me into coming in range of your dastardly grip! But I shan't be fooled again so easily! For by me staying far from thine's hold then thou shall not have a open point to strike! Who's winning who's game now if thou never even got a chance to make his first move?!"

"Yet, yet I'm not the one who's playing dirty.~ What fun is a game if one wins just because, because he cheats out of fear?~"

"Hark thee little knave!!" He bellowed in absolute anger like he just threw dirt on his new suit. "What rules are laid down is followed and I shan't listen to you any longer!" He turned back towards the entrance to the elevator with a huff.

The voice cooed in amusement. "BWAHAHA! A shame that the rules card is running like a defeated child,child at a game of checkers.~ My next visitor will be pleased, pleased to hear about the cowardly leader of a Duke that masters, masters over them!~"

He froze. Did he just-...? No. He couldn't have just....But he did! Taking a breath, the duke world around to face the yellow eyes with anger.

"Thou insolent, foolish WORM!!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. Making the jester laugh again as the duke began to march towards the stairs in complete anger that his authority would be tested by a common criminal. As he stomped his way down, he remembered to keep his distance with time when he reached the bottom. Now face to face with the clown behind the bars. Even with his limited vision, he could make out the jester's pleased smile on his face. "You DARE to threaten me with useless rumors of mine reputation?!"

"Hehehe. Not a threat and not, not a rumor.~ Just facts straight and simple.~ But now that you're her, here-" The bells on him errily chimed as he tilted his head. "I find you're more fun, fun to play with.~ Tell me, tell me. Did you figure out the game, game we started last visit?"

Rouxls huffed. "You mean that useless asult on mine person? BAH! I refused to even think about such things to do with the likes of thou, Jevil!"

A sudden spark seemed to light up in the jester as his attention became a bit more...focused.

"Ooh!~ So you learnt my name, name?~ BWAHAHA! Tell me, oh Duke of rules and puzzles. Have you any idea of what YOU have started with this game, game of ours you triggered? Are not the feelings and tugs at your very, very core not clues to this puzzle you can't seem to solve?~"

The duke gave the madman a confused look at the nonsense he was spouting out of his mouth. Was this a battle of wits or riddles? If so he won either way. He didn't intend on ever coming back or giving this creature any more of his precious time after this. What was the point if he never made sense anyhow?

"Was does thou even mean? This is nay puzzle! Tis a riddle of a mad fool that shan't ever be solved!"

"Hmm. Perhaps. Perhaps. But tell me this Duke, and tell me true. True." A hand stuck itself out of the bars to point at him, making him flinch. "Did you not have a feeling of need,need or incompletion when you first left this place, place!? Is it now gone?! Replaced with the need to prove yourself! To, to the very person you can never win or lose against in this corrupted. CORRUPTED EMPIRE YOU CALL HOME, HOME!!"

It felt like the walls and darkness themselves were vibrating with the booming voice of the smaller floating man. Rouxls couldn't even bring himself to speak and Jevil's smile suddenly became knowing instead of amused.

"THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN REALLY PLAY A GAME!! GAME!! THAT MATCHES YOUR VERY OWN!! ROUXLS KAARD!! OUR FIRST MEETING, MEETING WAS NEVER OUR LAST!! THE VERY MOMENT WE MADE CONTACT, CONTACT IT SEALED US AND FATE INTERTWINED WITHIN MY FREEDOM, FREEDOM AND YOUR IMPRISONMENT!! THE BEING OF PERFECT ORDER AGAINST THE TRUE EMBODYMENT OF RAW CHAOS!! CHAOS!!"

The last word felt like a wave of sound hit him and sent the duke stumbling forward a few steps almost falling to his face before he looked up at the absolute monster clutching the bars in absolute raw horror.

"You....You're absolutely mad!!"

Jevil chuckled again. "Maybe that's true. Maybe I am insane. Insane. But I am truly the only free, free person....But you know. It's gotten rather boring,boring and dare I saw lonely in my little freedom. Duke of puzzles. I haven't really, really felt like anyone but my old friend Seam could begin to make me this amused, amused." Maybe his insanity was rubbing off onto Rouxls but he could've sworn he saw Jevil's smile slipping a little. "I will always regret happened between us, us. But, it seems fate has directed you towards me, hmm?"

"What?....I-I...I still haven't the faintest idea thou is sputtering out!"

"Heh. You still don't get, get it do you, Rouxls?" He gave a hum and might have sounded like a disapproved parent if he wasn't still smiling though me. "Interesting, interesting. Tell me. Do you know the concept of soulmates?~"

Silence.

The frozen duke stared at the floating creature inside the cage as his brain tried to process this. Yes. He knew what a soulmate was. What an absolutely stupid question. Everyone knows a soulmate is the one person in life you feel compelled towards. Like finally putting the final missing piece of a puzzle together-.....Wait.

Wait a minute.

The realization must've reflected in his eyes because Jevil's smile became more soft if that was even possible for a mad man.

".....No...NO! Nononononononono! NO!!" He hands flew up to clutch his head. The floor felt like it was consuming him with how much his body fell forward to it's knees. "NO! NO! THOU TIS LYING!! MORE MIND GAMES!!" He shouted desperately at the jester who just smiled warmly back, like he was a dear old friend stopping by to grab a chat. His eyes searched for any indicators of mind games or a sick joke. "I...I can't anything to you but a toy for your amusement! Let alone thou's s-soul....IT"S NOT TRUE! I SHAN'T HEAR OF IT!! LIES!! ALL OF IT LIES-AH!!"

The same strength pressed him against the same bars. And the once proud duke whimpered like a dog when facing the same eyes from his nightmares.

"Naïve, naïve little duke." His voice was like he was trying to comfort a child and Rouxls let out a whimper when a clawed hand cupped his chin. His face was closer now. Why wasn't his body reacting!? He could feel the hot breath of the jester before he spoke next. "One cannot deny the rules, rules set down by fate now. Can you?~ We balance and do our dance, dance like chest pieces on a bourd. One never belonging to a suit, suit or getting the upper hand. But...we never lose, lose either.~"

The contact was warm, heated and made the duke feel a sudden rush of strange belonging filled with another stronger feeling of throwing up. Both feelings intensified when the crazy jester slightly loosened his grip on the frozen man's shoulder when something that felt strangely similar to a rope wrapped around his torso. Jevil didn't notice the white shiny liquid beginning to sting the duke's eyes or the sudden swing until something came impacting into his face. The force sending the smaller man a few feet away to the ground with a loud "OH!". Instantly when the contact was broken the duke threw himself back onto his rear and shuffled back towards the stairs. Gagging and clutching at his chest. Trying his dammed hardest not to give in to the urge to puke. A slight pain throbbed in his hand from where it struck the jester.

He coughed and sputtered while taking gulps of air through his mouth to help control himself. A small silence went by before the duke shakily looked at the direction of the man who had once again violated his personal being. At first he thought he was imagining it through the tears or the rushed feelings spiked through him, but no. Jevil was standing there instead of floating. One hand clutching the bars while the other cupped the cheek he guess he must've hit. A look of pure shock on the jester's face. Of the ounce proud man now reduced to a shaking crying mess.

Neither said anything for a moment before jevil spoke.

"You're....crying. Crying?" He blinked and removed the hand from his cheek to inspect it. Like the answers were written on his palm. "You...hit me, me?"

"WELL WHAT DID THOU EXPECT YOU GOD DAMMED FOOL!?!?" Both flinched at the sudden raged tone that seemed to rush out of him. Jevil more than him. But the angry feelings overtook any other rational thoughts. "DID THOU SERIOUSLY THINK UP THIS WHOLE CRAZY DELUSIONAL F-FANTASY OF ROMANCE TO GO ALONG WITH YOUR PATHETIC TRAGETY STORY LIKEST SOME SICK NOVEL WRITTEN BY A COMMONER!?!?"

Jevil stared long and hard before an annoyed expression came over him. "Fantasy, fantasy?.....DELUSIONAL TO MY OWN FEELINGS!?" He growled and gripped the bars of his caged prison. "YOU DARE SIT THERE, THERE AND CALL ME, ME A FOOL FOR RECONGNIZING THE PLAIN TRUTH WHEN NO ONE ELSE DOES, DOES?!"

This time it was the duke's turn to give a dry laugh. "HA! YOU CALL WHAT JUST HAPPENED A TRUEST EVENT!? AND YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THOU'S GESTURE LIKE A NORMAL DARKNER'S?!"

Jevil's face immediately dropped. Rouxls sat there as both heavily breathed from the events. Before the duke slowly stood up onto wobbly legs.

"E-Even...if I did think thou's affections were true, what reason would I have t-to accept or believe when the person who gives it is a prisoner? Seam was in his righteth mind to exit this madness when he did-"

A low growl directed him back to the now angry jester. Anger was a new expression for him but right now he didn't care. Rouxls felt sick, covered in sweaty slime and tears, and equally angry.

''Don't bring Seam, Seam into this."

"Or what!? Thou'll attack me with more unwanted affection! This isn't exactly a splendid walk in the dungeon foreth me!"

The imp let out another growl before pointing another clawed hand at him. "You cannot, cannot tell me you can't feel-"

"I DON'T!!" The loud voice of the duke echoed throughout the entirety of the prison cell. Silencing anymore rambling from either end. "I tire of these useless antics a-and....AND I HAVETH ENOUGTH ON MINE PLATE AS TIS IS!!" He pointed a hand at him. "I SHAN'T EVER RETURN TO DEAL WITH THOU'S ANTICS AND I WILL NEVER SEE YOU AS MORE THAN THE ONE WHO TOILS WITH MINE EMOTIONS!! GOOD MORROW, WORM!!"

He turned and began stomping his way back up the stairs towards the open doors of the elevator. Ignoring the sudden expression on the imp's face.

"W-What?....ROUXLS!! You can't leave a game unfinished once you start to play, play!! It hasn't even finished!...R-Rouxls? Y-You can't forfit this game, game.....Not when I-...COME BACK, BACK!!"

He paid the creature no mind while he continued climbing up the stairs-...Which was a mistake.

An animalistic shriek pierced the air louder than anything he ever heard from the king. A shudder ran up his spine and only one thought shot through his head.

RUN!

He sprinted towards the exit up ahead. Almost tripping over his own two feet a couple times in his panicked haste to get out. Something whizzed by his head and embeaded itself into the wall above his form as more began whizzing past him. The animalistic screaming still present. One of the thing grazed his shoulder causing him to yelp in pain as a cut instantly formed. He ran into the elevator and practically spammed the up button as more of those sharp objects continued to fly around him. The doors slowly closed. Muffling the shrieking and little metallic thuds. Slowly, the elevator began to steadily rise leaving the noise behind him.

Unable to withstand the wild roller coaster of emotions moving through him, Rouxls collapsed against the side of the elevator as it continued to rise. His body shook uncontrollably as he was finally able to take a look at the things that were flung at him.....Hearts. These things were all hearts. He choked.

The once proud Duke of Puzzles reduced himself to a sobbing crying mess as the elevator continued to rise.

#Deltarune #seam x jevil #jevil x rouxls #jevil x seam #Rouxls Kaard x Seam #Seaxls #Nosuit

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Mollie - The perspective of a “dumb mare”

By Ju Soter, Ju Foragi and Bia Onishi from 9°D

Synopsis

Mollie, the white mare, was known for her tendency to laziness and lack of will to do anything useful in her life, having left Animal Farm little after the revolution started, because she couldn’t (or didn’t want to) handle the work that was mandatory during the pigs’ reign. But what if, beneath all her laziness and arrogance, there laid a side of her none of those who lived closest to her knew? What if that side blinded her to a point where she didn’t notice that her apparently perfect life in Foxwood wasn't so perfect after all?

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She remembered it all. “Mollie, you had one single job and weren’t even able to do it!”, he yelled at her. “I'm sorry but I'm exhausted, I've been working non stop all week! Why are my efforts never enough for you, dad?”, she whispered back, frightened of what he might do, hoping for her father’s comprehension. “I want no excuses, Mollie”, he shouted, “You think you’re different from us, but you’re all the same! We are all destined for nothing greater than farm work, so quit daydreaming and get to work!”. The other foals had all been hiding behind the door Mollie’s father had blasted open and wouldn’t even think of missing the chance to make fun of her: “Well, would you look at the little princess, finally getting what she deserves for her laziness! You’ll see, you dumb little girl, your whole holier-than-thou attitude is going to catch up with you someday! You’d better start working and avoid a beatin’, Mollie”. They didn’t and would never know of it, but after her bullies left, the little mare cried as if there were no tomorrow.

Ever since she was a young mare, Mollie had been pressured by her father's expectations of what she should be. She tried to work hard, and she did, but whenever she stopped even for a second, everyone came after her for being lazy and insufficient. “And maybe they were right”, she thought, because she’d been terrorized to the point where she eventually grew tired of trying to prove herself, finally succumbing and turning into the person everyone thought she was. Truly, she wasn't the mare who she had once been, and now all that was left from her past were the memories of her father’s threats and the other foals’ teasing. Yes, she remembered it all; the shouts of “Mollie!”, “Hey, c’mon Mollie, get up, time for work!”, shouts that were all too real and vivid.

"Hey you, the white mare", that voice certainly wasn't one she remembered, and she was suddenly awakened from her trance. "Are you OK? It looks like you've just seen a ghost." The sweet voice came from a man at the other side of the fence, in Foxwood. She quickly realized he was one of the workers from Foxwood, the farm on the other side of the fence she walked alongside. "Yes, I'm okay, just thinking. I don’t suppose I should be speaking to you, my leaders aren’t big fans of humans", she said suspiciously. “Well, those leaders of yours don’t seem to be half as lovable as you! They’re the pigs, right? From what I've heard they aren't really big fans of any of the other animals either" he said jokingly. "Oh, why thank you, though I really shouldn’t be accepting compliments from your kind. But whatever did you mean by such comments on the pigs? They’d kill you on the spot if they heard anything of the sort.” she claimed. "From what I've heard, the pigs have a lot of privileges over there, and make the animals work full-force 24/7. You know, the pigs don't really seem to care about the other animals or the farm, only about themselves.", he said, and paused for a bit.

Then, he added: "Things are pretty different here on Foxwood. We farmhands care so much for each and every animal that helps us, they truly are our saving grace. We're like a big family, see?" Those words really caught on to Mollie. Family. That's what she'd wanted for a long time, but had never had. "A family, really?", she asked, quite enthused by the notion. "Yeah! We all love and help each other so much... In fact, I have a feeling the other animals would love to meet you and would even consider welcoming you to the gang!" he said, quite convincingly. “Well...” she pondered, “No! I would never, could never betray my friends.” “Your friends, eh? Then why don’t I see any of them around helping you out, when you’re clearly going through a rough one?”, to which she replied with “Well, they’re all quite busy with building the windmill and such.” “Interesting...well, here on Foxwood we never make excuses when it comes to helping out our fellow worker and friend, I guess we really do live in two pretty different worlds.” “Indeed...”, Mollie whispered under her breath. “I should be gone by now, but talking to you is so wonderful, it seems I lost track of time!” “I-I wish I could say the same.” said Mollie, desperately trying to cover up her deep desire for a life such as the one the farmhand described.

They said their goodbyes, and each went to their side: Mollie left in agony amidst the feeling of having committed betrayal and longing for a life she knew she’d never had; the man left satisfied, assured that he had been able to find his boss a reasonable replacement for the late Mary, a mare who’d died after not receiving the medical attention she needed, all because they hadn’t the money to pay for both the medicine and the new X5600 tractors, released but a few weeks ago.

Mollie stopped for a bit and stared longingly at Foxwood: would she dare leave her old life behind, abandon everyone and everything she had ever known? She felt someone touch her back and she realized it was Clover, the closest thing she had ever had to a mother. "Mollie, what are you doing? You've been walking by the fence all day while we've been working", Clover told her. "I guess dad was right.." Mollie told herself, blushing desperately, ashamed of what she dreamt of. "What?" "Nothing! Just… I'll be back to work in a minute, I promise". Little did Clover know that alongside a revival of her darker memories, dreams of life outside of Animal Farm flourished through Mollie’s mind: yes, she had been glad at first, when the animals had finally gained power over their own workforce, a bit scared of the changes that would come, yet happy for her comrades and eager for the future.

She thought the animals would be nicer to her, more understanding, but she was clearly wrong, even though she would never admit she was aware of it: they were more judgmental than ever. “Tell me, already! What’s got you so riled up, Mollie? Did it have anything to do with that man from Foxwood you were talking to?” "W-what? I wasn't talking to anyone..." Mollie replied, scared of what the pigs might do if they found out she was talking to a human. "Oh c'mon Mollie, don't lie. Look me in the eyes and tell me you weren't talking to anyone" "I-I….", Mollie tried to force an answer out her mouth, but nothing came out - the pressure was too much and she suddenly found herself running away from Clover as fast as she could. The pressure was too much, she didn't know what to do, she only knew she had to be alone right now.

Desperate, Mollie ran back to the stables, she laid down in her “room”, upon the comforting stack of hay that was her resting place, trying to calm herself down. “Breathe in, breathe out; breathe in, breathe out” she’d repeat to herself, as if the mantra had the capability of setting everything right once more. She sat there on her own, pondering on her embarrassing run in with Clover, until all of a sudden Boxer walked in. Seeing his exhausted expression, his whole body drenched in sweat from all his hard work at the windmill construction site, she felt more embarrassed than she thought she ever would feel in her entire lifetime: she knew, deep down, that she should’ve been out there helping, yet told herself it had been okay not to do so, that she was not deserving of such tiring labor.

"Hey, Mollie, the animals just finished working for the day, we made a lot of progress on the windmill building. Where were you?" he said, and it was too much to bare. The feeling of despair came back, the feeling of being insufficient, undeserving, less than, and suddenly her mind went back to that conversation with Pilkington’s farmhand. He'd been so kind and understanding, and had made her feel more accepted than she'd ever been around Animal Farm: she just wanted to be treated like she meant something, like she wasn’t just a light headed horse. She knew exactly what she had to do. Without even attempting to answer Boxer, Mollie ran off once more, this time to the fence the two farms shared.

She glanced back at Animal Farm one last time: this was the place where she’d been born and raises, home to the only people, the only places and the only things she’d ever known; the others had never paid her much attention, but to her they were family. Her heart broke into little pieces when she realized they wouldn’t even care to look for her, wouldn’t worry for her well-being at all. “If anything, they’ll be glad I left, no more ‘stupid Mollie’ to weigh them down” she thought to herself, bursting into silent tears. She looked forward. “I’ve no time for hanging on to the past, I am certain my new friends will care for me, as I will surely care for them”, she told herself as she contemplated what she was about to do. She knew she’d miss her old life and Animal Farm, yet this was clearly her only hope. She jumped over the fence. Nobody noticed.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" she looked around through the dark, unable to believe she'd had the guts to do what she’d just done. She walked a bit further and then caught sight of an ill-illuminated barn. She made her way up to it and it was then that she saw them. All of Foxwood’s animals and humans were all gathered there, almost as if they’d been expecting her. They had prepared a big and (from Mollie’s perspective) luscious party for her arrival, with apples, sugar cubes and all. They all had smiles on their faces, and there it was. Finally, Mollie had gotten that safe and warm feeling she'd craved for all her life - she’d found her family. She didn't know the animals and people there yet, but she already felt like she belonged. "Welcome, beautiful! We've been waiting for you!" the farmhand who she'd spoken to earlier said. "We're so excited to finally meet you! Did you like what we prepared for you? I hope you enjoy!" a horse told her with a smile on his face. "Wow, I’m at a loss for words! This is incredible, I hardly deserve it!". Mollie felt the tears welling up in her eyes. "I've been dreaming my whole life of having a family, of feeling safe, of feeling like I'm worth something.", she blurted out as she broke down, sobbing. "Of course you are! You're worth so much! Come here" and then the other horse hugged her, the other people and animals later joining in. At long last, Mollie felt she was home.

That night, Mollie danced and chatted with all the rest ‘till midnight. She was then taken to the stables and introduced to her new room, where she had a great night's sleep. The following days went like a sweet summer breeze: all the animals were so pleasant! They understood that Mollie wasn’t too keen on work and left her to rest. After all, leaving Animal Farm, they all said, “had been an amazing feat achieved by none before Mollie” and she deserved to take the time to digest what would be a huge change in her life.

Two weeks had gone by since she'd joined the other animals on the farm, and she couldn't be happier. She was treated so well and felt like she was forming a lot of bonds with the others, having even begun working to be able to spend more time with her new companions. On a particular day, she’d been working on the plantations, when she bumped on another horse, a very tall and rough-shaped one at that. He dropped all the dozens of apples he’d been carrying to the farm, and when she looked up to his face, it was red with anger. "I can't believe you" the horse suddenly stopped in his tracks. Mollie felt him looking beyond her, and saw the anger in his face suddenly being replaced by staggering fear. "I mean, uhm, it's ok, no worries Mollie, talk to you later!"blurted out and ran off. When Mollie looked behind her she found out what had gotten the horse into such a fret: there stood Mr. Pilkington, with a barely visible smirk on his face. The event was odd, to say the least, but Mollie didn't think much of it.

The next few days, nothing out of the ordinary happened, everybody treated her as well as they had since the very start, so that bizarre encounter quickly slipped out of her thoughts. Until, one day, it all went wrong. The farmhand, the one who had first talked to her all those weeks ago, called on her to accompany him on a sort of mission: they had to travel a long distance on foot to grab some fresh lemons and oranges for a very special dinner Pilkington was going to hold for other farm owners from the region and their families. The two had been walking for a while now, and Mollie began to feel hungry - the journey was indeed long and arduous. "Hey, can we go back? I'm really hungry.", Mollie asked. "What, we've only been walking for 5 minutes! Just wait a bit longer" the farmhand replied. "Please! I'm tired and starving, my legs are already giving up on me, let's just do this another time", she said with a small chuckle. "Mollie...", said the man under his breath, already growing impatient, of which the mare wasn’t aware. "Please, c'mon, please!" she started nudging his back with her nose, reiterating her pleas, again and again.

The farmhand was trying to maintain his peace, but, after a hundred or few more pleas and hours and hours of whining, abruptly turned around. "ENOUGH! I can't take it anymore, all you do is complain all god damn day. I tried to tell Pilkington you wouldn't be a good replacement for Mary, but he didn't listen to me...", he yelled, stopping himself abruptly, having realized he had said more than he should’ve. "What?", she asked, barely above a whisper, her voice breaking. "Oh yeah, you heard me! We had another mare, Mary, but she died and we had to replace her. Pilkington saw you walking by the fence, and realized how sad and lonely you are and knew you'd be dumb enough to come! You think you're some kind of princess, but you need to wake up, Mollie. You think you’re different from us, destined for higher things, deserving of pampering and love and comfort, but you’re all the same!”.

The farmhand’s figure was suddenly replaced by her father’s, the man who’d died alongside the person she’d always dreamt of being, alongside her dreams and ambitions. Disappeared into darkness, never to be seen again lest in Mollie’s dreams and memories. Her breaths became heavy, and she felt like she was falling again. Her body fell to the ground and she just cried, for the terrible past she’d known, for her terrifying present and her unpredictable future. She cried for her father, Animal Farm, for everything. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mollie forgive me! I didn't mean it", yet Mollie wasn't truly dumb. She knew he'd meant every word he said, knew she should stand up to him, defend herself and her own dignity. She knew that she deserved better. But she didn't. She just looked up, nodded, swallowed up her tears and her fears, and continued working, because now Mollie knew. She would never be happy. Would never achieve her dreams, no matter where she was, what she did.Of course she still dreamt of that perfect life, of the family she’d never have, the love she’d never receive, but that didn't matter. In Foxwood, at least they pretended she wasn't worthless, and even if it meant never being truly loved or valued, never knowing real happiness, it would have to be enough.

#animalfarm #fanfiction #mollie #georgeorwell

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 24 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I’m a shooting star leaping through the skies like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity. Don’t stop me now. Also, y’all can thank the Jewish holidays for giving me so much free time to write. This chapter was written in collaboration with @ramibaby. My dear, thank you for sacrificing your fics for this chapter. You are a champion.

Word Count: Laughs nervously.

Warnings: There’s smut. Also, I’m kind of making fun of fanfics in this one, which means I’m making fun of myself, mostly, so please, fellow writer - do not take this seriously. This is pure fun. If you’re confused by this statement, just read the chapter and your issues will be resolved.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23

“Bullocks.”

“I’m telling you, Jamie. They hated it.”

“Sweet Clara,” Jamie shook his head and pursed his lips, “they’re lying. At least one of them is.”

“Who’s lying?” Annie startled them both.

“You are.” Jamie said, tongue in cheek.

“Enlighten me.” Annie crossed her arms.

“We’ve kissed, what, trillions of times?” Jamie asked. “Not one of them was like kissing a croc. Or an eel.”

“How do you even know -”

“The Snitcher here told me all about it.” Jamie patted Clara’s head. “Anyways, someone’s lying.”

Annie took a deep breath.

“Well, then?” Jamie tapped his foot as he waited for Annie to either tear him a new asshole or come clean. “Which one is it?”

“I mean, it wasn’t that bad.” Annie said, looking at the ground.

“Oh, no…” Clara took a step back while Jamie lifted his closed fist and released it, dropping an invisible mic. “Annie, what are you saying?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Annie shrugged. “Did I make a whole show of it to get you knuckleheads to stop? Yes. But so did Joe.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, the plot thickens!” Jamie leered.

“Fuck off, Jamie.” Annie shot back. “Look, did I like the way Joe kissed me? No. Not really. He’s too gentle.”

“But?” Clara prodded on.

“But it wasn’t as horrible as we both said it was.” Annie said casually. “Will I do it again now that I know what it’s like? Nope.”

“Jamie?” Clara looked at the tall redhead.

Jamie squinted suspiciously at Annie, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

“She’s telling the truth.”

###

“How many more of these do we have left?” Ben rubbed his face with both hands and threw his head back against the back of the sofa he, Gwilym, Rami and Joe were crammed in since the morning. “If I have to answer the same bloody questions again…”

They finally got a break. Gwilym decided to go stretch his legs a bit and Rami went out for a smoke, leaving Ben and Joe alone in the room.

“I know, right?” Joe grumbled.

“Can I ask you something?” Ben removed his hands and turned his head to look at Joe.

“Shoot.”

“You liked kissing her, didn’t you?”

“Look, Ben, I don’t want to hurt your feelings…”

“So, you did.”

“It wasn’t as horrible as we made it seem, no.” Joe started. “But I didn’t like the way she kissed me, man.”

“What?”

“She’s too aggressive.” Joe shrugged. “The lip biting thing? I don’t like it.”

“Wait -”

“I mean, she’s not a bad kisser at all.” Joe rephrased. “Very... passionate.”

“Huh.”

“Just a bit too much for my liking.”

“Good. That’s good.” Ben straightened up. “So it won’t happen again?”

“No.” Joe smiled. “Although, her kiss did make me wonder what your sex life is like.”

“Amazing, actually.”

###

Annie stared at her phone, scratching her head in confusion. After looking through her texts while Ben filled the car with petrol, she had half a mind to pay someone to build a flying saucer for her and her family leave this planet forever.

“What’s wrong?” Ben said as he put on his seat-belt.

“The world.”

“Uh?”

“There’s people out there pining over Clara and me. Like, romantically.”

“Come again?” Ben adjusted the rear view mirror and smiled when Rory’s reflection appeared. “What are you on about?”

“They call us Clannie, Ben.”

“What?”

“They’re writing stories about Clara and me as a couple. Graphic stuff.”

“Can you send me a link to one of them?” Ben smirked.

“No!” Annie shuddered. “You sick, sick man!”

“Could be hot.” He shrugged.

“So could the stories about you, Gwilly and Joe.” Annie smirked back.

“What, like Gwil and me, Joe and me, and Gwil and Joe?”

“No, no,” Annie stifled a chuckle. “All three of you at once.”

Ben blinked, staring at the road ahead.

“Da!”

“Yeah, baby?” Ben replied instinctively, before slamming his foot on the breaks. “Did she just call me Da?”

“She’s six months old, I’m not sure babies start talking at that age.”

“She called me Da.” Ben insisted.

“She’s a babbling blob, Ben.” Annie rolled her eyes. “She didn’t call you Da.”

“She said her first word and it was Da.”

“Ben, you’re being irrational.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Da! Ba! Bfffffffffff!” Rory continued.

“I know, Rory,” Annie turned around in her seat, “but doing press interviews can make anyone hear things.”

“Sssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“You’re absolutely right.” Annie replied. “But we love him anyways.”

###

If there’s one thing Annie hated the most about promoting season two of Greensleeves, it’s doing the interviews and late-night talk shows. Same questions, different people. It got tiresome. She managed to play the “Baby Card” more times than she’d expected... Until the producers realised what she was doing and the proverbial party was officially over.

“So, is the cast really that close?” Jason, the host, asked Clara and Annie.

“Some are closer than others.” Annie replied, surprisingly diplomatically. “Jamie and I have known each other before and Clara and I basically grew up together, so that was inevitable.”

“The previous George Boleyn was alright, I suppose. He didn’t last too long, though.” Clara chimed in. “But the new guy? We love Mike.”

“Oh yeah, he fit right in.” Annie smiled. “As far as the older cast members - we look up to them, but we don’t share our nonsense with them too much.”

“What about Jane Seymour’s character?” Jason asked.

“Well, we haven’t met her yet.” Annie confessed. “The production team’s goal was for art to truly imitate life and they want my reaction to be as genuine as possible. We haven’t filmed the part she comes into the picture just yet.”

“We don’t even know who she is, to be honest.” Clara added.

“I suspect someone messed up and forgot to cast a Jane, really.” Annie shrugged.

“Careful, there, Annabelle.” Jason chuckled. “Keep calling the production team out like that and you’ll end up fired.”

“I’ll be beheaded either way.”

“And what a glorious sight it will be.” Clara cheekily teased her.

“You two seem to have an amazing bond.” Jason admitted. “Do you ever fight?”

“All couples do.” Clara answered and Jason audibly gasped. “We don’t like to be too public about our tiffs.”

“Clara, you blithering fool…” Annie smacked her own forehead dramatically.

“Well, since you ladies brought it up -”

“Not this lady.” Annie muttered, pointing at herself.

“- what exactly is Clannie? I assume you’ve heard the term before.”

Clara and Annie exchanged amused smiles and sighed simultaneously.

“The bane of my existence.” Annie replied.

“Basically, I stumbled upon it the other day after a fan sent me a private message on Instagram, saying there’s an actual hashtag people use when they talk about Annie and I.”

“Sounds innocent enough.” Jason shrugged.

“Oh, you dirty, dirty man.” Clara joked. “You know damn well where this is going.”

“You seem to be enjoying this!” Jason laughed.

“Believe me, she loves every bloody minute of it.” Annie chimed in.

“Right, so as I snooped around I found that Clannie is like a code name for Annie and I as a couple.”

“Aha.”

“And the more I delved in, the more entertaining it got. People are writing some pretty wild fanfiction stories about us.”

“Is it really all fiction?” Jason asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you’ll look at the screen here,” Jason turned back a little where a huge image behind the scenes of Greensleeves appeared. It was one of Annie licking cake off Clara’s face, “the show’s Instagram page is like fodder for the Clannie enthusiasts.”

“Oh my God, I forgot about that!” Annie burst out laughing. “It was Clara’s birthday! Season one! Jamie took this picture, actually. Right after I smashed Clara’s face into that cake.”

“It’s tradition.” Clara explained. “The cake licking part was definitely improvised.”

###

“Ben?”

“In here!”

Annie followed the sound of Ben’s voice and found him in the living room, folding laundry while watching whatever was on the telly.

“I am absolutely shattered.” Annie wrapped her hands around Ben’s waist and looked up at him. “Longest day in my entire life.”

“Likewise.” Ben murmured and kissed her. “Just got home a couple of hours ago. When I picked Rory up from my mum’s she was already asleep.”

“God, I wish I could be her for a day.”

“Yeah? Want me to give you baths and carry you in my arms and nibble on your little bum after I change your nappy?” Ben raised an eyebrow. “Just say the word. Also Joe and Gwil shot a weird little bit today when they read what Tumblr users said about the movie and cast and do people not wank anymore?”

“I, uh…” Annie was at a loss for words.

“How was your day?”

“If I have to hear about Clannie again I will definitely clock someone.” Annie released her grip on Ben and collapsed on the sofa. “Why are people so obsessed with this?”

“Two hot birds doing naughty things?” Ben shrugged. “I can see the appeal of it.”

“Ben, no.”

“Don’t be such a prude, now, love.” He put the last item of folded clothing in the hamper and flopped down next to Annie, his hand trailing up her thigh.

“Ben…”

“I missed you, alright?” his fingers poked their way under the waistband of her leggings. “I can’t stop missing you.”

“Ben, seriously, I’m so tired.” She grumped as he slid off the sofa and positioned himself in front of her, nudging her legs open. “I missed you too but -”

“Let me do all the work.” He looked up at her through his eyelashes as his hands gripped her waistband again. He looked up at Annie with his best puppy dog eyes and waited for her consent. With a sigh, she lifted her bum up, letting Ben pull her leggings and knickers down in one swift motion. “Good girl.”

###

When Ben’s phone rang for the fifth time and Gwilym’s name showed up on the screen yet again, he knew something was either horribly wrong or that Gwilym is drunk and emotional. Glancing at Annie, they both sighed in resignation before taking the FaceTime call.

“Have you been drinking?” Annie asked when Clara showed up on the screen. “What kind of fuckery is this?”

“We found a good story and we just had to share, alright? Calm your tits, Annie. It’s not a Clannie.” Clara rolled her eyes. “Why won’t Joe pick up?”

“I just texted him to pick up.” Ben shoved the screen into view. “As his husband, he’ll surely listen to me.”

“Bugger off!” Gwil turned his phone around and flipped him the bird.

“Why have I been summoned?” Joe asked, his face appearing on the screen.

“Well, we have a treat for you!” Clara practically sang.

“A treat?”

“Yours socks are going to fly right off, mate.” Gwil added as Clara pulled the story up on her phone. “You’re not ready for this.”

With a devilish smile to the camera, Clara cleared her throat and began.

“’Joe…?’ Ben croaked, eyes still closed, brow low and fingers wrapped firmly around his length over his jeans.” Clara started reading.

“Off to a good start.” Annie teased.

“It gets better.” Clara commented. “Right, where was I? Ah. There.” She snickered. “Suddenly, his eyes shot open and they landed on you once again; glassy and dazed they were as he stared you down, stroking himself with more purpose. He looked at you with such focus and intent, it was as though he was about to devour you whole. You looked at him with such longing, it was as though you were about to let him. ‘Undress… h-her.’ His words came out in a strangled whine and he bit his lip, looking over your body expectantly as Joe wordlessly obliged.” Clara raised her eyes from the screen and huffed. “Gwil, stop smiling like that!”

“What in the bloody hell is this?” Ben was visibly annoyed. “I do not whine. Annie, tell them I don’t whine!”

“He really doesn’t.” Annie nodded. “But Joe doing everything Ben says? That person hit the nail on the head right there.”

“Hey!” Joe’s brows knotted. “I don’t do everything he says!”

“But you do.” Ben and Annie choired.

“Shut up, you two-headed-monster.”

“People, can we please focus on the important stuff? There’s more to read here.” Clara scolded them. “Let’s see… Oh, this is good! Your nerves grew as a pair of warm hands rounded your shoulders from behind. Joe must have felt you tense up a little as he leaned down to murmur in your ear, ‘Alright, Y/N?’ The ghost of his words made you shiver on their way past.”

“Who the fuck is Whyanne?” Ben interrupted.

“Sounds like some hillbilly from a West Virginian trailer park with a potato gun and a cousin with missing teeth.” Joe added.

“What?” Clara was visibly confused.

“Who’s Whyanne and why did I tell Joe to undress her? This makes no bloody sense.”

“It’s written as Y-slash-N, you knobs.” Gwil explained. “Carry on, doll.”

“Anyways.” Clara continued. “You smiled at his redundant question - of course you weren’t.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” Joe commented. “Sounds a bit rapey.”

“Just let me finish!” Clara groaned. “You were certain your panties were soaked through at the mere sight of them - a fact you felt too compelling to keep to yourself. With that in mind, you shook your head slowly from side to side, eyes still on Ben before you, your chest inflating as you drew in a deep breath. Ben shot you a confused look, concerned you were having second thoughts.”

“Yeah, this is definitely rapey.” Joe concluded.

“Joe, if you won’t let her finish a bloody paragraph, so help me God…” Annie threatened, clearly invested in the story.

“Thank you, Banana!” Clara put a hand over her heart with a grateful smile. “Wait I lost my spot again… duh-duh-duh… there it is!” She smiled triumphantly. “Here we go. Hold on to your manties, gentlemen, this is about to get steamy.” She took a deep breath and got into character. “‘No,’ you breathed, tilting your head back to look at Joe. You reached a hand up to cup his jaw as he looked down at you, a look of worry overtaking his soft features.”

“My features aren’t soft.” Joe muttered. “They’re manly and feral.”

“Of course they are, bub.” Annie reassured him.

“Guys! Come on!” Clara snapped her fingers at the camera. “Focus!”

“Sorry.” Annie said sheepishly.

“’I’m so fucking wet and…”

“Whoa, whoa!” Ben cut her off. “Gwilym, control your woman!”

“She’s reading the story, you saggy tit.” Gwil explained.

“Joe emitted a soft whine -” Clara paused, knowing an interruption is due. “Joe, sweetheart, this sounds like something you’d do, don’t even think about denying it.” She pointed at the camera. “- Joe emitted a soft whine and his expression shifted; his eyes dark and nostrils flaring as his grip on your shoulders tightened. Pushing your ass back against his crotch, you disclosed, ‘…I think I’ve ruined my favourite…” Clara burst out laughing. “Sorry. ‘I’ve ruined my favourite -” the pitch in her voice rose ten octaves at the last syllable as she tried to stop laughing like a madwoman. “My favourite…” Clara was absolutely wheezing. She tried to finish the sentence, but all that came out of her was a screechy, “laaaaaace-pannnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee”.

“What?” Ben looked at Annie in utter bewilderment. Annie shrugged in response.

“What was that last part?” Joe scratched his head as he tried to make sense of Clara’s incoherent shrieking.

“Lace panties.” Gwilym’s voice saved the day and translated his hysterical girlfriend’s nonsensical mumbling. “She ruined her favourite lace panties.”

“Oh.” Joe, Ben and Annie choired.

“Clara, compose yourself.” Gwil chuckled as she physically doubled over, tears running down, her laughter leaving her breathless. Moving to sit next to her and switch to the front camera on his device, he took Clara’s phone from her. “Right, guess I’m going to take charge now. You furrowed your brow, your mouth ajar as you began to slowly grind against him, your hand never leaving the side of his face as his eyes bore into yours.” Gwilym paused. “Seems anatomically impossible if her back is against you unless you have a freakishly long neck.”

“I thought she was looking at Ben?” Joe asked.

“She’s clearly looking at you, Joe.” Annie quipped.

“Joe tried to keep his composure - to play along in the same teasingly innocent tone as yours, but the feeling of you moving against him must have been a little to much to bear as he stuttered ‘oh n-no…” Gwilym snorted. “Wow Joe, got a little excited there, hm? His hands trailed down your waist before resting on your hips. He held onto them tight as he pushed his clothed hard on against you with such force you drew in a deep breath.”

“Oh, wow.” Annie leaned back, her eyes wide. “The power of Joe’s boner really got her there.”

“His voice was low as he murmured, ‘surely we can - ugh,” he licked his bottom lip, eyes closing a moment as you felt his cock twitch against your ass - he was just as worked up as you.” Gwilym paused there, mulling over what he had just read aloud. “Joe, whoever wrote this seems to think you have a speech impediment.”

“Right?!” Joe asked, “Why do I keep stuttering?! I’m the most charismatic one!”

“Anyways.” Gwilym said, ignoring Joe’s last comment. “His eyes fluttered open and he continued, ‘surely we can make it up to you’. ‘I’d like that Joey…’ you smiled.”

Joe, Ben and Annie waited, not sure if that was it or if there’s more to the story. After a minute of Clara’s heaving and the rest sitting in silence, Annie finally spoke.

“To be fair,” she looked at Ben, “if it weren’t for the lace panties, I’d be willing to bet cold hard cash that Gwil wrote that for himself to read.”

###

“Hey, Joe! I bought something for you to take on your tour!” Annie beamed mischievously.

It was the night the guys - minus Ben - were leaving for the press tour and Annie went out on a whim earlier that day and decided to tease Joe in the best way she could possibly imagine.

“Well? What is it?” Joe asked impatiently.

They were all gathered at Annie and Ben’s, from which the car to the airport was picking the rest of the guys up. Ben was mopey and miserable, a stark contrast to Annie’s cheeriness.

“Close your eyes.” Annie drawled.

“I’d rather keep them open, actually.”

“Alright then.” Annie shrugged and left the room to fetch Joe’s present. She returned with a life-sized cardboard cutout of Ben. “Ta-daaa!”

“I love it!” Joe gushed and rushed over to her, taking the present and looking it over. “What’s his name?”

“I call him Ben Cardy.” Annie said proudly. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh Ben!” Joe’s smile was so wide, his face could split in half. “It’s like you’ll be with us after all!”

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Ben was staring at his phone intently, his hand lazily palming his crotch. He knew he shouldn’t have done that. He should not have gone down the Clannie rabbit-hole. But Annie was away at work, Rory was napping, and he just felt compelled to at least give it a look. He almost hung from the bedroom ceiling fan when Annie cleared her throat, announcing her presence. He dropped his phone with a yelp.

“Jesus, Annie!”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Annie choked back a chuckle. “Also, surprise!”

“Why are you home?” Ben fumbled for his phone.

“Well, this is not what I was hoping you’d say.”

“Sorry, I mean -”

“I can leave if you want me to.” Annie suggested.

“What? No. Shut up.” Ben rambled. “Why are you home so early?”

“I figured you’d be sad and lonely now that the guys are away and decided to surprise you and come home early.” Annie shrugged. “Clearly, this isn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

“Christ. I’m sorry.” Ben’s face was beet-red. “I’m happy you’re home, obviously.”

“What do you have there?”

“Nothing.” Ben powered the screen off and tossed his phone aside. “C’mere.”

“No, there’s definitely something.” Annie stepped back and shook her head. “Was that porn?”

Ben had only a split second to think about a satisfactory answer that wasn’t also a total lie.

“Yes.”

“Well, that explains the tent you’re sporting.” Annie smirked. “Were you just getting started?”

“Uh.” Ben furrowed his brows.

“Alright. What’s up?” Annie pointed at Ben’s crotch. “Other than that.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Shame flashed in Ben’s eyes. “Just regular porn, y’know.”

“Ben.”

“Annie.”

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

“Are you…” Annie grimaced. “Are you sexting someone?”

“What? No!”

“You’re hiding something.”

“Annie, just let it go.”

“Fuck off. Give me the phone.”

Ben bit his bottom lip as he contemplated his next course of action. Either he tells Annie what’s on his phone, or he tries to distract her long enough for her to forget about it. When Annie lunged forward and made grabby-hands at his phone, his instincts kicked in. He physically blocked her.

“Annie, stop.”

“What the fuck!”

“It’s a Clannie story, alright?!” he almost growled at her. “There. Now you know.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Ben, that’s…” Annie struggled to find the proper adjective.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Ben looked mortified. “I was bored and lonely. It’s horrible.”

“Then why are you hard?”

“Because it turns me on.”

“I’m confused.”

“Look, it’s not Hemingway, alright?” Ben groaned. “But the stuff this person wrote? The mental image I have planted in my brain now?”

“Good Lord.”

“Just come here. Listen.”

“Have you gone utterly bonkers, Jones?”

“Seriously. Come here.” He patted the empty space on the bed next to him.

Muttering to herself, Annie did as asked and snuggled up to her boyfriend.

“Right, so I’m skipping the beginning because that was just all kinds of blah.” Ben’s voice had an animated quality to it as he scrolled. “There. Listen.”

“You’re awful.” Annie mumbled. “This is domestic abuse.”

“Shut up.” Ben got comfortable and began. “’I’ve never been with a woman before…’ Clara confessed shyly, avoiding Annie’s piercing gaze.”

“Starting off with a lie, I see.” Annie scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to stop Ben from reading any further.

“Annie simply smiled at how bashful Clara had become. Reaching out, Annie tucked a wayward strand of hair behind Clara’s ear. Clara leaned into it smiling softly as her eyes met Annie’s once again. ‘Would you like to?’ Annie asked boldly -”

“Alright, stop right there.” Annie sat up straighter. “I am sick and tired of everyone feeling like Clara is this sweet, innocent, baby angel all the time and I’m some she-devil, maneater, sex-crazed banshee.”

“You were cast as Anne Boleyn for a reason, love.”

“That’s besides the point! Clara is a filthy, naughty little elf!”

“Right. Anyhow.” Ben cleared his throat. “‘Would you like to?’ Annie asked boldly sitting up on her heels so their faces were only inches apart. She could feel Clara’s warm breath ghost her cheeks as she replied quietly, ‘yes.’”

Ben paused and waited for Annie’s outraged reaction.

“No comment?” He asked, genuinely surprised.

“Nope. You know, with me being such a bloody whore and enticing sweet blondes into sex all the time and whatnot. Carry on.”

“I mean, where’s the lie, though?”

“In case you forgot, you kissed me on our first date. And convinced me to have unprotected sex.”

“You should thank me for it.” Ben booped Annie’s nose with his finger. “Gave us Rory.”

“Goddamn it. You’re right.”

“Let me just find where I was when you so rudely interrupted me and scared the shit out of me…” he scrolled through the story. “There. ‘Fuck Clara, so good!’ Annie moaned, bare chest heaving as she grasped at the bed sheets beneath her. For someone who had never been with a woman before, Clara certainly knew how to use her tongue in a way that had Annie screaming in delight.”

“This? This makes you horny?” Annie snorted.

“Shut up.” Ben kept scrolling. “Oh, this bit is juicy. ‘Thought about this for so long.’ Annie breathed, her fingers parting Clara’s slick folds and spreading her wetness around. Slick folds?” Ben blinked at the screen.

“My ears feel like they’ve been sexually assaulted.”

“Slick folds. Okay.” Ben took a second to recover. “Hmmm… ‘Thought about what your sweet voice would sound like moaning my name.” Annie continued. Clara’s breath hitched and hips jerked as Annie began lazily circling her engorged clit -”

“Oh my God that’s not even remotely sexy.” Annie covered her mouth with her hand. “Engorged clit?!”

“-’Fuck, Annie, make me cum!’ Clara almost sobbed.”

“Alright, stop. I’m the one almost sobbing.” Annie looked up at Ben as if she’d seen a ghost. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know, but my cock is throbbing.”

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“Do you two even realise what you’ve done?” Greensleeves’ executive producers were beyond livid. “The fans are furious!”

“They’re furious?!” Annie barked back. “Did you even see the utter shit that’s out there?!”

“It’s not that bad.” Clara shrugged. “Some of it’s pretty good.”

“Clara, if you don’t zip it -” Annie muttered, clenching her fists.

“Ben seemed to like it.” Clara blurted out in anger.

“Oh?” Jamie’s ears perked up. “Our little Benny Boy wants to see his girl get it on with her best friend?”

“Stay out of it, James.” If looks could kill, Jamie would be dead, resurrected and killed again, for good measure.

“Not a chance, Annabelle.”

“You imbeciles need to stop being so rude to our fans.” The executive leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, pointing at the trio. “If they want to write porn about the three of you, you shut up and look the other way. You don’t go on national television and bitch about it!” he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“I’m guessing Ben won’t be into any Jannie stories, then?” Jamie quipped and earned a slap to the back of his head. “Ow!”

“Any publicity is good publicity?” Clara asked timidly.

“I mean, some of our fans loved our honesty. They’re all about Team Clannie now.” Annie said.

“Yeah, and some of them are planning to assassinate you for being evil enough to seduce Ben Hardy and Gwilym Lee with your witch-magic superpowers.” Mike finally spoke. “You two are in for some serious rounds of online shit-talking, ladies. Enjoy.”

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jae-bummer · 5 years ago

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My Idol 2: Part Thirty Two

My Idol

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Thursday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 -

Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 -

Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 -

Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 ~ Part 31 ~ Part 32 ~ The Finale

“Fall for a man you already see yourself in love with.”

The words echoed through your mind like a pebble dropped to the bottom of a well.

It would be much easier if you didn’t already consider yourself mildly in love with two different people.

But Jay’s parting advice surely meant well.

Your weekend dates were over. There was no more time to consider anything. No more options. No more curveballs. Even if you had the ability to beg for it, you weren’t certain if having any more time would make anything any better. If you had the chance, you would only fall harder, with a little less compacity to pick yourself back up and make a decision.

How? How were you expected to do it? How could anyone who had watched the past few months of your life, documented for the world to see, possibly expect you to break one man’s heart in favor of another?

It wasn’t fair, but it’s what you had asked for. it was what you had brought upon yourself when starting this tumultuous adventure.

You hadn’t realized at the time what sort of toll the emotions would take on you during the experience, but now that you were in the thick of it, you wish you could go back. You wished that present you, could take past you by the shoulders and give yourself a good shaking. Shake some sense into you. Shake some fear into you. Encourage yourself to run away.

But you were never good at running. No matter what you had been faced with in life, you weren’t the one to take the safe route. Even though you were actively participating in some of the worst turmoil you had ever experience, you would never give it up. You knew the love and memories that you had forged. And you were too selfish to give any of it away.

Even if you could go back in time and not know any of it.

It was too beautiful to be unknown.

Yongguk and Wonho were too phenomenal of human beings to go unexplored.

And you were privileged to know them and be allowed to care for them.

You attempted to wager with yourself in your own mind. Ending this experience would be ending the excess amount of hopefulness you had caused. Stringing along two men wasn’t an easy sight to witness, but now you got to end it. You got to relieve yourself of the burden of living in some sort of strange, love purgatory. You would finally have the answers and so would they.

Whether you all liked it or not.

Glancing up at the fairy lights interwoven amongst the flowers around you, you couldn’t help but scoff. The My Idol crew had created such an ethereal wonderland fit for romance and memories.

Not heartbreak and dismay.

And yet that was all you could think of. The image played through your mind again and again. If you broke the news to either boy, you could imagine their handsome faces. You could imagine their grins turning to crestfallen expressions. You could see the sadness in their eyes when they told you that your decision didn’t hurt. That everything was okay.

But everything was not going to be okay.

Not for awhile at least.

But that was okay.

You had to remind yourself of that.

It was okay, not to be okay.

Yoongi, in his infinite and mostly deragotory wisdom had always preached this idea.

Yoongi.

You wish you could have said that all of these emotions had caused you to have forgotten his involvement in this...but it hadn’t. Yoongi was almost as much at the forefront of your mind as the other two men, but there was nothing that could be done now. Perhaps after the show settled down, you could attempt to salvage the wreckage of that friendship. But until then...

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

You had two, wonderful, brilliant, kind, and extraordinary men to fall in love with.

Wonho had entered your My Idol story at the midway point of the first dates. As your fourth idol, he had the privilege of helping to set the tone for the latter part of your adventures. Whether that was good or bad, he was a man who proudly wore his heart on his sleeve and vowed to protect you to no end. It was ironic that the most serious injury you had ever sustained occurred while under his watch, but you both took it in stride. While Wonho felt an immense amount of guilt in regard to that specific event, you had taught him that a little bit of pain was worth the payoff. Being allotted the time you spent with him, made the broken ankle hurt a little less. You hoped that he had learned that he was worth all of the trouble.

And he taught you plenty of lessons in return. He cared so completely for you, with such brave naivety that you never thought you’d be able to exhibit. He was so intrinsically good, and overwhelmingly cute, that he radiated an energy that was difficult to match, but it was never unwelcomed. Rather than being a light that sapped all of the energy from you to only benefit himself, he was a light that only shone brighter when around the people he loved. He gave you energy and strength to continue on. He showed you all things were possible.

Even love, if you so chose it.

And then there was Yongguk, the strong shadow next to Wonho’s light. He was much more lowkey in his approach, entering the My Idol race near the end of the first round of dates. Whether it worked to his benefit or not, he definitely left an impact. You found yourself constantly relying on him, finding solace in his deep voice, and even deeper eyes. While finding safety in someone was an admirable trait, it also worried you more than you’d like to admit. You were scared that you may have not been able to do this without Yongguk’s kindness and constant reassurances, instead of just being able to handle things on your own. Relying on his wise words, and constant advice had made you feel better, but was that why you enjoyed his presence so much? Was it not a love, but simply a safety you craved with him?

Yongguk had been your refreshing breath of air, he was the oxygen you had craved in this competition. He granted you perspective with his knowledge of life circumstances, and made you feel a little more at ease with the situations you had constantly been pushed toward. You were attracted to him, there was no doubt about it. You relished in his worldly and quiet confidence. He understood you on your darkest days and celebrated with you in your brightest moments.

You didn’t know how you would ever be able to decide.

“Y/N,” a quiet voice broke through your thoughts. You opened your eyes and looked over, noting your favorite producer. “It’s time.”

“Can it not be?” you whispered, looking down to the pavement.

She fixed you with a sad smile as she set her palm on your shoulder. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

If only she realized, this was the type of decision to cause ripples. It wouldn’t really be “over” when it was over.

You uncrossed your arms and slowly made your way to a platform positioned toward a trellis completely engulfed in flowers. You gingerly stepped onto the hollow material and positioned yourself toward the middle of the small stage. You waited patiently knowing at any moment, the My Idol contestants remaining would be ushered out.

Biting your lip as hard as you could, you attempted to hold in the tears threatening to escape your eyes. Faltering for just a moment, you felt a single drop begin to cascade down just as Yongguk appeared. His steps were slow, but solid in nature. He was confident of where he was going and what he needed to do. No evident hint of nerves flashed across his expression, but he was certain to keep his eyes on the floor before him. Gazing up at you, he finally let a sheepish grin emerge onto his lips before looking away again.

You cracked a small smile, an odd sense of embarrassment cutting through your senses. You felt so exposed in this moment, and it made your hair stand on end. Suddenly it was overwhelmingly difficult to attempt eye contact. Whenever you looked up, you hoped that he was looking away. The connection the two of you had built seemed to be shaken by the mounting negativity pulsing through the atmosphere.

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you only looked up again as Wonho took the few steps to the stage. Bowing shortly to Yongguk, and then to you, he took his spot beside his fellow contestant and shook out the tenseness in his shoulders. Releasing a deep breath, a strong smile found it’s way to his mouth. His eyes were shining as you looked up at him, the fairy lights dancing across their dark browns as if they were meant to decorate his features, and not the world around you.

Relentlessly positive, his aura seemed to calm the air. All of you knew the decision was to be made.

And all of you were looking forward to this chapter coming to a close.

“Hey,” you managed, still unable to truly focus on either man.

Yongguk nodded in response, a small, but sad smile gracing his lips. Wonho chuckled before pushing out “Hi, Y/N!”

The three of you laughed awkwardly before you managed to look up again. “This has been...an incredible journey.” It was hard to get the words out as a knot seemed to form in your throat. You attempted to swallow it down, but your body seemed tired of swallowing emotions. The more and more you attempted to work past the lump, the more you felt as if you would burst into tears. “I can’t begin to describe what the two of you have come to mean to me. This competition has opened my eyes to what love could be and how quickly you could fall for someone who is relentlessly kind, constantly reassuring, and devilishly handsome.”

Both men perked at the compliments, causing a small flutter to work it’s way up your chest.

“I realize that very distinct choices have brought us all to this set tonight,” you continued. “I’m not one to draw out the inevitable. I don’t want to continue stringing any of us along. I’m a selfish being at my core and I have no desire to hurt either of you. I care deeply and wholly about you both, and hurting you, only means that I hurt myself in return. And I don’t want to do that any more than I want to hurt either of you.

We are solely responsible for our choices here...and I’ve said before, I would rather be responsible for this one choice, than the choices made in the entirety of this competition. I know that even though I did not vote out all of the contestants thus far, I am responsible for every deed, for every word, and every thought I’ve made known during My Idol.

My choices will no longer reflect my fears, but my hopes, and I’ve hoped above all hope for the two of you.

But If I’m being honest...there was just a little more hope for one of you, and I can’t shy away from that.”

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes for a moment, allowing for the decision to wash over you before you could verbalize it.

“The man...I choose...is...”

With the pause in dialogue, you heard a short creak emerge from the left side of the set. Glancing over your shoulder, your blood ran cold in your veins.

“Yoo-Yoongi?” you faltered, narrowing your eyes as the man you once considered to be your closest confidant stepped onto the stage.

He looked incredible. Dressed in all black, radiating the aesthetics of an angel of death, his mere appearance was shocking.

You blinked rapidly, an emergence of several emotions becoming a tornado in your chest. The initial surprise was quickly and efficiently followed up by anger and confusion.

“Why am I here?” he croaked, your own familiar words being thrown back at you. He knew it was the question on the edge of everyone’s lips.

You watched him silently as he aligned himself to stand beside Yongguk and Wonho. Judging by the expressions on their faces, they looked just as nauseated as you were.

Not even bothering to dignify his arrival with a verbal response, your stomach fell as he reached forward, dangling something in the air.

“Open it,” he said dryly, his face stern. “Find out.”

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lennylemons-blog · 5 years ago

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To the Mom Flying with Little Ones, I Get It.

Kids never fly free.

2 hours 20 minutes take off to landing. Cake, right? These tiny, angry elves are in your care 24/7 so taking a nice easy flight on your own will be nothing. There are movies, right?

You’ve boarded, checked the stroller, whipped up a bottle and pulled out an arsenal of activities for your toddler before the plane has even finished boarding. You’re a champion! An organized, well-prepared mother of 2 doing it all! Why do people say this is so hard? But, wait. What’s this? A blow-out? Don’t panic. You’ve got the supplies and there are no rules for naked babies on flights as far as you know.

As the man across from you takes his seat your now diaper-clad baby wants down and you are squirming in your seat trying to keep her still. And now toddler-pants to the right of you is having a meltdown because the black crayon broke. Deep breaths. Ignore man to the left who has started muttering under his breath. Keep calm. Rifling through your bag you come up victorious, fruit snacks! Your toddler seems satisfied for the moment. The pilot comes over the system to announce that the 2 hours and 20 minutes begins now and you suddenly realize in horror that your toddler has used up half of the packed activities. Mayhem ensues and the clock has only just begun.

You can hear the rumble of the snack cart barreling down the aisle. Flight Tracker says there is now 1 hour 38 minutes to your destination. Time for strategy. Should you absorb the blow from the cart against your shoulder so your baby can keep sleeping or should you risk moving out of the way, waking her to avoid a broken elbow. You can see the passenger across the aisle side-eying you with a don’t-you-even-think-about-it kind of look. He was the one you were annoying when your child was screaming over the sound of his movie. Like a lineman, you brace for impact and take one for the entire flight deck as the cart plows into your shoulder, but success! Baby is still asleep and you live another 5 minutes. You give the flight attendant a teary, but smiley thumbs up as she mouths, “sorry” to you.

54 minutes to destination. The cart is rolling back your way and you’re thinking you could really go for a Coke. On second thought, is there Xanax on that cart? Your baby is now awake and slapping your tray table. Anything you plan to set on it is going to end up splattered across the plane like a carbonated crime scene. So you look at the stewardess with puppy eyes wondering if she’ll pop a can open and pour it in your mouth for you. Sadly, she’s not reading your mind and she asks you what you’ll have. You opt for water. The least sticky. It’s a battle gulping it down without your baby prying it from your hands. The toddler has found your cookies and is whining for you to open them. You do so with a hint of desperation thinking about how that was going to be your lunch. But, anything to keep him happy. Last swallow of water down. You win and baby now has a new toy, a cup. This should entertain them more than anything else you packed for the flight.

Suddenly, your toddler has decided to practice his donkey kicks on the seat in front of you. While the person in front of you keeps glaring through the crack, the person sharing the row with you giggles nervously only coming up with, “he’s so cute.” Yeah. Nope. Eventually, your thigh is across your toddlers lap using all of that handy baby weight to secure your child’s legs to the seat while your arms are doing an epic barre workout bouncing baby up and down to keep her from disturbing the young professional in front of you with the airpods in. 26 minutes to go.

You come screeching onto the runway looking something like a crazed Disney villain. You suddenly want to be one of those people who claps and cheers, high fiving passengers because you made it without throwing yourself out the emergency exit. As fellow passengers stretch their legs and arms, coming back to the real world after what looked like a 24k nap, you are airing out the underarm of your t-shirt hoping it doesn’t smell as bad as it looks. Scattered across your row are the remains of smashed Goldfish, dented Delta cups, and small plastic dinosaurs-stickier than a peanut butter sandwich. No one seems to notice as you gather your items in zombie-like exhaustion. A woman taps your shoulder as she passes you getting off of the plane. “You’re doin’ good mama,” is all she says and smiles. And really that’s all you needed to hear to make those last steps off the plane. The simple knowledge that someone else, even if it’s just one solitary human, on the plane knows what you are going through and feels for you is as good as getting a middle seat open on your row (okay, not quite- but pretty darn close!).

Flying with babies can be one of the loneliest times in motherhood. It has been for me. Being surrounded, no suffocated, by a plane-full of people who seem annoyed with your kids makes it all feel so personal like you did something wrong by boarding the flight. If this is you, don’t let that stop you from traveling and doing everything you dream of doing with your kids. Companies like Lenny Lemons understands your emotions and have given you the options for cheap Diaper bag backpack that can resolves many issues. These bags are"Modern, classy,and functional. Everyone was once a baby and a toddler and gave their parents hell too. And finally, be that woman on the plane someday that pays it forward to those god-forsaken, lonely, tired, baggy-eyed mothers. It might just make the whole flight worth it to them!

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thesoftdumbass · 6 years ago

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Yallneedtrek’s Writing Anniversary Challenge

Hi you guys! So, I’ve been wanting to host a writing challenge for a while, and now seems like a good time to do so. November 30th marks the 2 year anniversary of when I started posting my fanfiction, starting out with a whopping 649 words on this Charles Xavier fic. Things have changed since then, I’ve written a lot more and joined a few fandoms since then, made some friends, and all in all enjoyed my time here on tumblr.

So if anybody would like to join my writing challenge, here are some things to remember while entering/posting:

~To enter the writing challenge, you must send me an ASK with a character or ship, and AU, AND a prompt from the lists below. (If you send anonymously or have multiple blogs, make sure that I know which blog you will be posting on)

~All entries are due by November 30th, 2018. There is no cut-off date to enter the challenge, as long as you think you can finish, you can enter whenever. (I will post occasional reminders and tag everybody who signed up!)

~Characters/ships can be used multiple times, as can AUs, but prompts can only be used once.

~If there’s a character/ship not on the list but that belongs in my fandoms, you can message me if you’d like to write for them and get my okay!

~You can use any writing genre: fluff, smut, angst, whatever. I would prefer angst-y fics to end happily, though!

~Important! When posting, please include Warnings, Word Count, and a Summary. Also, add a “Read More” if your fic is over 400 words so we don’t clog up everybody’s dash!

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Characters and Ships - Choose one:

Star Trek-

Jim Kirk

McKirk

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott

Spock

Pavel Chekov

Wonder Woman-

Steve Trevor

WonderTrev

Avengers-

Steve Rogers

Stucky

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Loki Odinson

Thor Odinson

Urban boys-

Leonard “Bones” McCoy

Gavin Magary

Siberius Vaako

Black Hat

Eomer

John Kennex

Any Karl Urban character, really

Other-

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lance Tucker

Carter Baizen

Wynonna Earp

Doc Holliday

AU’s - Choose one:

Soulmate

Firefighter

Royal

Fake dating / fake married

Supernatural (any supernatural creature/phenomenon)

Neighbors

University / Fellow Professors

Artist

Flower Shop

Vikings

Called / texted the wrong number

Body Swap

Bartender

Motorcycle Club

Roadtrip

Book Shop / Library

Office

Coffee Shop

Arranged Marriage

Roommate

Writing Prompts - Choose one:

1. “But I’m not wearing pants”

2. “Why were you in a dumpster?”

3. “Just give me the ____ and nobody gets hurt”

4. “Lick me all you want, I’m not moving my hand”

5. “I did not kidnap you! I anything, I adult-snatched you.”

6. “Didn’t you ever stop and think that there’s a reason I’m here?”

7. “Next time you come in my room to scare me, try picking a better hiding spot than behind the curtains.”

8. “What do you suggest we do?”

9. “Are you okay? I’ve never seen you turn down food.”

10. “Are those my underwear?”

11. “Will you just stop talking?” “Make me.”

12. “Did you just make a joke?”

13. “And you say I’m the dramatic one”

14. “Don’t get your hopes up”

15. “Subtlety is not your strong suit”

16. “My mind does not immediately jump to murder. Oh who am I kidding, of course it does!”

17. “Do you smell something burning?”

18. “No you are not Batman, stop saying that!”

19. “If you don’t stop talking in song quotes, I swear I will end you”

20. “Who ever said that I hate you?”

21. “Who thought it was a good idea to give (him/her/them) coffee?”

22. “What is that incessant beeping?”

23. “Here, take my jacket”

24. “Say hello to your cat for me”

25. “Who are you talking to?”

26. “Stay, please”

27. “Are you dead?” “Yes.”

28. “Next time you need help, don’t come to me”

29. “Can anybody tell me why my house is on fire?!”

30. “Are you crying?” “No! Shut up.”

31. “Stop screaming, it’s just me.”

32. “Jealous is not a good look on you”

33. “Is my leg supposed to bend that way?”

34. “I would rather be stuck on a deserted island with literally anybody but you”

35. “If you get ‘Let it Go’ stuck in my head one more time, I will never speak to you again.”

36. “I am too tired to deal with your happy disposition today”

37. “That line was so cheesy, it hurts.”

38. “Can you not be sarcastic just for once?”

39. “I told you this was a bad idea”

40. “Do not throw up on me”

41. “I’m just gonna keep talking until you smile”

42. “If you’re trying to seduce me, I would reconsider.”

43. “Can I kiss you?”

44. “I must be going crazy”

45. “Do I spy a tattoo?”

46. “Am I turning into a vampire?”

47. “No, you cannot borrow my laptop! You remember what happened the last time.”

48. “Just hug me before I put someone’s head through a wall.”

49. “If you can’t tell, I am very angry.”

50. “Are those little unicorns on your boxers?”

51. “You dropped something”

52. “You must be new here”

53. “Can we watch movies and cuddle?”

54. “I love you, I hope you know that.”

55. “I need you to stop laughing and come help me”

56. “Next time, I pick the music.”

57. “Can I kill (them)?”

58. “If you can go one hour without talking, I will kiss you”

59. “Stop saying that”

60. “You’re ridiculous”

61. “I’d hate to ruin such a sweet moment, but we have to go.”

62. “Oh, I almost forgot you were here”

63. “Is it true what they say?”

64. “Is that what I think it is?”

65. “You’ve got no sense of self-preservation”

66. “You’re worrying me”

67. “Get away from me”

68. “Don’t say that”

69. “Sometimes I wish I never met you”

70. “Can you stop poking me?”

71. “Don’t tell me to calm down, you’re covered in blood!”

72. “Will you tell me a story?”

73. “There might be a small…large…dent in your car, but please don’t kill me, I can explain!”

74. “I just want to drink chocolate milk and take a nap.” “You are a grown adult.”

75. “Are you drunk?”

76. “It looks like there was a train wreck in here”

77. “You lost the bet, you know what that means”

78. “I shouldn’t be here.” “Then why are you?”

79. “I’m not going with you dressed like that”

80. “Who else is going to save you from yourself?”

81. “What kind of name is that?”

82. “That is a lot of- what even is that?”

83. “That doesn’t look like fun, it looks like a death trap”

84. “So this is what betrayal looks like”

85. “Who started the food fight?”

86. “What, my poetry isn’t good enough for you?” “You just recited Dr. Seuss.”

87. “I’ve been shot!” “Relax, it’s just a nerf bullet.”

88. “You’re trying too hard, you need to just relax.”

89. “You look like the poster-child for bad decisions”

90. “Could you be any more oblivious?”

91. “Shut your whore mouth”

92. “Say that to my face, you soggy piece of pizza”

93. “You are such a moldy shower curtain”

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No Mistake, Just a Happy Accident (Ch. 4)

*not my gif*

Poe Dameron x reader (Jane the Virgin AU)

Summary: Your life couldn’t be more on track. You’re on track to graduate from college, you had an amazing relationship with your mom and grandma, and you had an even better relationship with your boyfriend of two years, Finn. It couldn’t be better. But after a medical malfunction, you find yourself pregnant with another man’s child; and that other man is your boss, Poe Dameron. You’re life gets turned up side down when this happens, but you try your best to look on the bright side.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Got caught up and loved Jane the Virgin, and I thought this would be interesting with Poe. Changed the story up a bit, but I’m excited. My first series and story!

It was another late night at the office. Poe stayed up all night, looking over spread sheets and graphs on how the restaurant was progressing. His father, Kes Dameron, suggested branching out a couple of months ago, but Poe thought it should wait. Now it didn’t seem like a bad idea. Calculating and finding a good location was tough, as well as handling the finances. Sure there were accountants for that, but there were certain things he liked to take care of in his own hands.

It was past midnight when he heard his phone vibrate, snapping him out of his drowsiness temporarily. He groggily picked it up to see who it was, he really didn’t feel like talking to anybody right now. His mind then suddenly changed when he saw who it was...Y/N. He read the text over and over again.

know it’s late, but I thought I should let you know… I decided I’m going to have the baby.

She’s going to have the baby. His baby. He’s finally going to have his chance of being a father. A wave of warmth and a sudden burst of energy swept through him. Forget those damn sheets and graphs, he’s going to be a father! He couldn’t help but smile. Just then a knock interrupted his thoughts, causing his head to turn to the door. Jessika Pava emerged from behind the door, smiling shyly at her boyfriend.

Poe’s face didn’t stop smiling when she entered. In fact he couldn’t wait to tell her the news. Poe and Jess have been dating for almost three years now, going through ups and downs. They’ve met when they were in the flight academy together, being in the same squadron but one thing led to another and now here they are. Jess worked part time in the restaurant, organizing events to bring in big business. She stuck with him through his accident, helping him to recover and to get his life back together. She was great. The day she came to him asking about their future and a baby, how can he say no? The medical mistake was a little damper on their relationship, but maybe the news could brighten it up.

Jess walked over and plopped herself on the leather couch. Poe walked away from his desk, and leaned on the arm rest of the couch, his smile never fading.

“Why are you up so late?” Jess asked, perking an eyebrow at him.

“Just looking over some things...” he said, biting his lip a bit.

Jess groaned and run her hands over her eyes.

“I know that move,” she said, not moving from her position. “Tempting but it’s way too late and I’m way too tired.”

Poe let out a soft laugh, and sat himself next to his girlfriend. He brought her hands away from her face, holding one of them as they sat side by side.

“I wasn’t thinking that,” Poe said. “But I do have something to tell you.”

Jess sat up a bit straighter, looking into Poe’s eyes.

“Y/N got back to me about the baby,” he said, smirking a bit. “And she said she’s going to have the baby.”

Jess’s eyes grew wider and her grip on Poe’s hand tightened.

“Poe that’s great,” she exclaimed. “Is she going to give it to us?’

Poe’s smile disappeared. He never really thought of it. He assumed that she would, after hearing about what she said that her boyfriend wanted a fresh start with kids. He looked away from Jess, staring out the window. He always liked his view, he never got tired of it. Jess tapped lightly on his hand, and got up from her place on the couch. Poe kept his gaze out the window, deep in thought, causing Jess to sigh.

“Well,” she said at last, hopefully to diffuse the silence. “Hopefully she’ll come around.”

Jess left the room, leaving Poe with his thoughts. Hopefully she will come around. Hopefully she won’t hold anything against him from their meeting five years ago. The meeting he held in the back of his head for years, and never realizing that she worked for him. The meeting that haunt him for years, back when he was a douche. To this day, he still felt like a dick.

It was a warm summer day in June when Poe was still in the flight academy. He just finished a couple rounds of flying, attempting barrel rolls only to be scolded by his flight general. She was tough on him, but hey, what can you say about Leia Organa. He was taking a break, and his midday appetite got the best of him. It was a Sunday, usually restaurants at the air station were closed after two since nobody really came along. It was a Sunday after all. Looking through various windows of various restaurants, only to find the chairs on the tables and the lights off. Damn, he thought to himself, if I owned a restaurant I would have it open 24/7. Little did he know.

When approaching his last option, a restaurant called Free Lance, he saw a young woman just flipping the sign to read closed. Poe, being Poe, was stubborn. He approached the glass door and looked at the young woman. She was beautiful. Hair fell out of her bun, framing her face and bringing out her features. Her bright y/e/c eyes stared back at his dark ones. If he was going to get a meal, he needed to put the charm on not that he didn’t mind. He looked at her, giving her a slight smoulder. She smiled. That smile had him in cloud 9 for a bit. He pointed at the locked door handle, raising an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes playfully and gave out a soft laugh, how he wished the glass wasn’t there so he could hear it.

She opened the door for him, and made him a meal, a grilled cheese sandwich. Not what he expected but after taking a bite, he practically melted in the pleasant surprise. He stopped her when she was about to head back to the kitchen, and invited her to join him. Poe never really liked being totally alone, especially when there was a beautiful woman near. She sat across from him, and they talked. He couldn’t remember how long, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want it to end.

He asked questions about her life to which she answered, and the other way around. It was one of those conversations that lasted forever. One of those conversations that seemed like the world stopped spinning and time was frozen, leaving two people to be with each other for eternity. Everything Poe wanted was in that conversation. It wasn’t until he asked her a question and after hearing her answer, Poe told her to be brave. Be brave with her life. Be brave with her choices.

In that moment, he decided to be brave as well. He leaned forward, slowly, hoping that she would do the same. She did. They met in the middle, both wanting this kiss. It wasn’t like the other kisses Poe shared with other women, the heated and desperate ones. No, this was a sweet and loving one. His heart was full of affection for the woman. He didn’t want it to end, but there was a thing called oxygen that he needed in order for himself to be alive for the gorgeous specimen in front of him. Eventually they parted. They parted their kiss. They parted ways, but only after he got her number. He smiled at her scribbled hand writing on a napkin with her name, Y/N. He never heard a more beautiful sound than that. He left the restaurant and the air station, hoping that their paths would cross again.

But not like this, he thought to himself. He wanted to call her. He meant to call her. But life got in his way and she became a memory. A fantasy really, he would look back at it when lying awake at night and wonder what would happen if he did call her. But that was the past, he had Jess and she had a boyfriend. Five years ago he wished for their paths to cross again... well it was granted. She was pregnant with his baby. Not what he expected and not the best time, but it still happened. He got what he wanted, but things were different from what they were five years ago.

He glanced down at his watch to get the time. 2:45 a.m. Jess left a little over a half an hour ago, leaving the duration of the time him reminiscing the past. He shouldn’t talk to Y/N at this ungodly hour. He’ll talk to her in the morning, or when she comes into work. He couldn’t help but smile when thinking of her. Not his baby, at the moment, just her.

Saying Finn was tired was an understatement. He was more like exhausted. Doing an all night stake out on an apartment was tiring, and drained the life out of him. It was about 2 in the morning, so by that, he was watching the un-moving apartment for 4 hours now. He hated these kinds of jobs but it was the overall case that intrigued him.

The First Order is an underground gang that somewhat ruled the town, making most citizens feel uneasy. After crimes and tips, the police decided to get involve and take the First Order down. Finn was one of the lead detectives in the case. He was undercover in the First Order for a while, until he was compromised by one of the lead members, Phasma, was the name.

He was staking out in order to find a person, someone that might be a member of the First Order. Any connection to the oppressor gang might be a potential lead in order to find the leader. If Finn could break this case, who knows where his success will take him. He’d probably grow famous and earn a generous pay raise. Of course he would use that money to put a down payment on a bigger house for him and Y/N.

Speaking of which, he looked down at his phone to admire the lock screen. It was his favorite picture. It was him with Y/N at a dinner party for a fellow coworker. He was holding her close by his side, her hand resting on his chest. She looked beautiful. Her hair styled and flawless, her smile bright, and her eyes sparkling. She was wearing his favorite dress on her, the one that hugged her curves and made her look more stunning. Sometimes Finn wondered how he ever got her. His phone vibrated in his hand, revealing a message from Y/N.

It was 2 in the morning, why was she up? Finn unlocked his phone and stared at the message. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

I know it’s late, but I thought I should let you know… I decided I’m going to have the baby.

He knew he couldn’t stop her. He knew it was her decision. But his efforts to change her mind were useless. She was stubborn, but it was a flaw that he admired. What was she going to do? Was she going to keep it? Is she going to give it to her boss? If she were to keep it, would he make a good father? Was she ready? Was he ready?

Movement in the apartment snapped Finn out of his thoughts. He looked through the binoculars and observed what was going on. The man Terrmin “Snap” Wexley entered his apartment, illuminating the room, giving Finn a clear look at the place. He got his camera and began to take pictures. He observed as Snap moved around the room, lighting a candle here and there. Every new movement, Finn took a picture.

Finn watched as Snap crossed the room, letting in a woman. Finn took pictures of her too. Maybe she was also part of the First Order. The woman was making her way to the couch against the wall when Snap grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his chest. Finn took a deep breath. Was he going to hurt her? Was he going to kill her? Finn wanted to go to the apartment, and arrest the man. But he was a cop, so he knew that Snap was innocent until proven guilty. He wanted dirt on Snap before he can make his move.

He continued to watch, anticipating what Snap was going to do next. Snap pulled the woman to his chest and kissed her on the mouth, gripping her hips. She kissed back as well, running her hands through his hair. Without breaking, they made their way onto the couch and continued their make out session. Finn rolled his eyes, but was still a bit curious. Was she a prostitute? No, she wasn’t dressed like it or acted anyway like it. It was probably a girlfriend, but Finn took pictures anyway. It was his job after all. The rest of his night was watching them. Of course there was a brief time where Finn distracted himself and avoided the open window. Snap and his girl were getting frisky, and Finn seriously didn’t want to watch that. His thoughts returned to Y/N and the baby. What was he going to do? He hoped that she would give it to her boss, so they can start their lives together, just the two of them.

It was about 3 a.m. when Snap decided to turn off the lights and blow out the candles. Thank God, Finn thought to himself. All he wanted was to go home and sleep. He can figure out things with Y/N in the morning. There was time for them. But for now, he wanted to spend time with his bed.

Last night you only got about 3 hours of sleep total, not in a row unfortunately. Throughout the night you made multiple runs to the bathroom to puke your guts out. Although, between sleeping and bathroom runs, you thought a lot. About the baby, and Poe with his girlfriend who wanted it. You should give the baby to them. You can visit it every year and be a somewhat present figure in their life while freeing up time for you and Finn. It was a good plan. It could work out, you thought to yourself before you threw up again. Your mom and grandma were there to hold back your hair and soothingly rub your back. You were tempted to take the day off, but you couldn’t. Your shift wasn’t until later in the day, and you had a class to get to.

Against the wishes of your grandma and your mom, you went to school still feeling a bit nauseated. Hopefully you can keep together for a an hour and a half class. You were almost four months away from graduation. Being the stubborn you are, you weren’t going to miss any school from there on out.

You tried to pay attention to the lecture, you really did. You didn’t know if it was the subject your professor was teaching about or your lack of sleep, but you were bored out of your mind. You decided to take a break from listening, lifting your head up here and there to give off the impression.

You opened a separate tab on your laptop, deciding to do a search on something, well more like someone. You didn’t know much about Poe other than that he owned D’Qar, he had a girlfriend, was a playboy, oh and he was the father of your baby. You typed his full name and entered it. What followed next shocked you. Every result held something different. There were multiple pictures of Poe at clubs with different women, a mugshot, and a pretty exposed picture of himself.

You knew Poe was in some trouble in the past, but not this much. Your mind stirred up with different scenarios and reasons to why this was but everything came down to one thing, you can’t give this baby to him. You’re going to have to keep it. Poe couldn’t handle a kid. He was always busy with work, and with this in his past it was surely going to catch up to him. You couldn’t leave your baby to him. You began to wonder if your motherly instincts were kicking in, especially this early.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You glanced at your professor, who at the moment was questioning another student, so you had some time to check your phone. It was a text from Poe.

Can we talk after your shift? My office?

Your heart beat quickened when reading over the message again. How can you keep it together when meeting Poe after seeing that internet search?

That’s it for chapter four! Let me know if you want to be tagged. To be continued…

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