#sorry for any typos my computer isn't working

[bomberqueen17]

productivity

so this old laptop i'm using, it took me a bit to get used to the keyboard again, and its battery life is not great and it can only charge when plugged in at a specific outlet which isn't near any comfortable places to sit, no i don't know why it's like that either. i was going to just pick up my shit on my way back past Rochester on Sunday enroute to the farm to save myself three hours and 120 miles of driving but MM is apparently out of town on the weekend and would rather I didn't (I was willing to have her leave my shit in a box on her porch, but she wasn't comfortable doing that), so. I'm going to spend most of tomorrow driving to Rochester and back, I guess, so I'd better scale back what I can expect to get done this week.

I wasn't getting that much done anyway. I've cut out several garments, but only done a tiny bit of sewing. i managed to have the tension knob entirely fall off one of the needle threads of the serger i'm borrowing, and i've figured out how it goes back on but there's a nut that clearly fell off into the guts of the machine, so i have to figure out how to get the cover off to retrieve it. I've managed to peel the cover back but there must be a screw or something holding it somewhere, argh.

(My own serger remains stubbornly unfixable. Don't buy new sergers, apparently. Vintage is where it's at.)

But I have been managing some writing. Someone helpfully told me to think of having misplaced my laptop as a screen break, and I do appreciate the sentiment behind it, but I had spent the entire week previous with so little free time to look at my computer that I hadn't even half-discharged the battery. When writing is your primary hobby, and you do it on a screen, a "screen break" in that context really means "don't do the thing you are most deeply called to do". I could cheerfully throw my phone in a lake, as mostly it distracts me and I could use a detox from it one of these years when I'm not clinging to survival by its dim glow (my friends live in there, I can't give that up, but I might just delete instagram the way i did tumblr and twitter-- and no i never let facebook on there at all), but I write on my laptop, and most of my time is spent too busy to write.

But anyway. This old clunker of a laptop has answered the call and I'm lucky to have it, for sure. I'm finally making progress on the next bit of the Peace-Tied series, which has been bogged down for ages-- months and months-- first by my need to rewrite two-year-old scenes to fit the new continuity, and now by the logistics of a rather complicated sex scene. Yes, it's going there! Ha.

i was going to do a snippet post but then I was whining about my life instead and I shoudl get back to work before this battery runs out again. I'll do one later, I still think it will be a bit before the chapter is ready to post.

Yes there's more typos on this laptop-- half of it is the strange action of the very old keyboard, and half of it is that the screen doesn't keep up with the typing very well so i'm often typing blind. c'est la vie sorry.

[muttakutagawa]

can you share about your shibusawa kids :D

yes!!!

(sorry this took so long to get out, my computer broke so its slow typing big text posts on mobile so please forgive any typos)

they're still in development at the moment as i try to build my nextgen but heres something of an overview of them so far to give you a bit of a general idea :]

some background: i like to ship shibusawa in a monstercule (monster polycule) of him, bram, lovecraft, adam, and sigma so the four kids i talk about here have additional siblings from those as well

they also each have some reptile i equate them within my mind that i use to characterize them

Tatsumi Shibusawa-Lovecraft

Tatsumi is th oldest of the family, and has the least conventional origin in comparison to not only his siblings but all my fankids (yes, even chimeraverse, even if those aren't actually technically shipkids).

He's technically closer to a singularity than anything else, first appearing as an egg shaped bundle of excess energy in the aftermath of Dead Apple. He wasn't really concious or anything during this, just a bunch of barely contained highly unstable energy swirling around. The egg was initially gathered by the ADA but was turned over to the Special Division for Unusual Powers so it could be more safely stored and observed. I don't want to spoil the entire story since I plan on writing/drawing it, so to cut to the end, the energy stored in the "egg" wasn't stable enough to actually form a living body and Shibusawa couldn't provide any more than what he already had. It required contact with another extreme source of energy, which ended up being the cosmic power Lovecraft is constantly using to maintain a human form himself. (I will say there were a couple other circumstances that could've provided Tatsumi with his stabalized human form, Lovecraft was just the one who actually made physical contact with the "egg" to actually trigger it)

His ability, Revolt of the Body doesn't actually do much, primarily because it's not much of an ability and functions more like Great Old One. It's main point of use is just shapeshifting and letting Tatsumi be able to do that without becoming unstable again. But... perhaps it does have other capabilities yet to be seen...

Tatsumi is fairly laid back but is also frequently bored and gets sleepy if his interest isn't held. He seeks out a lot of novelty to keep himself entertained (and yes as a result he is easily taken in by video games for those dopamine hits. Please don't let him near a casino.) He's rather sluggish in most aspects but when excited can cause a lot of accidental damage by forgetting how strong he is. He has a penchant for theatre and art and can be found skulking around galleries or performance halls people watching or waiting for plays or dances to begin.

He's designed to evoke a python or anaconda 🐍

References: Tatsumi Hijikata and his solo work Hijikata Tatsumi and Japanese People: Revolt of the Body

Mina Shibusawa-Stoker

Mina is the middle child of the Stoker triplets (including her older brother Jonathan and younger sister Lucy aka Lulu).

Her ability, White Wyrm Lair lets her hypnotize others. The ability takes the form of a crystalline looking serpent that inflicts a setting bite, its venom making the victim extremely susceptible to suggestion. Mina can choose to activate the latent venom at whatever point she chooses, provided the ability hasn't been deactivated in the time passed.

She's got a lot of confidence and can be a bit of a trickster, using her charms for her own amusement. She's also very into luxury and likes to lounge around. She's honestly got knife cat energy, which I love for her.

Her reptile is a komodo dragon 🐉

References: Mina Harker (character in Bram Stoker’s Dracula), Bram Stoker novel The Lair of the White Worm

Yukio Shibusawa

Yukio's one of the two "middle children" of the group (along with Slava, who isn't discussed here since they aren't a Shibusawa kid).

He's fairly laid back, or at least appears that way in terms of his introspective nature. He gets on well with most people and tries to be accommodating but can end up as a pushover in his attempts to people please conflicting against his own wants.

While he doesn't have an actual ability, he does eventually gain access to The Book. That plays a lot into his character and arch so I don't actually want to say too much about it here to avoid spoilers, sorry about that.

While it wasnt initially intended, for some reason he reminds me most of a snapping turtle 🐢

References: Yukio Mishima, assorted work by Mishima (Confessions of a Mask, The Frolic of the Beasts, The Sea of Fertility tetralogy (Spring Snow, Runaway Horses, The Temple of Dawn, and The Decay of the Angel))

Epsilon Shibusawa

Epsilon is the baby of the family!

Because they're so young I don't have too much to say unfortunately.

They don't have an ability of their own but did end up inheriting access to Draconia's fog. They're very clingy to their family and don't like to be far from them or in new places around new people. They're generally very anxious and withdrawn, but they enjoy listening to stories and solving puzzles, which helps feed their curiosity.

While designed with the inspiration of a hognose snake, they also take some aspects from crocodilians 🐊

References: the greek letter Epsilon, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa’s The Song of the Eradication and The Rib of Epicurus

Bonus "Fun" Fact!:

The reason all of them have dragonic hybrid physiology is as a result of being fused with energy from Draconia. Tatsumi is of course his own special case in regards to that being a literal singularity and Revolt Of The Body making it possible for him to shift just how human vs monster he appears.

The others are permanent, with their horns growning from the spot in their skulls where Shibusawa embedded shards of Draconia gems into them, thus making them hybrids just like him.

[apronapril]

Apron April: Full Main Story

This is the version that isn't separated by chapters!

PART ONE

Magical girls exist in some worlds. Magical girls do the good deeds for these worlds. But this is April who we’re talking about. Right, this girl… she’s so weird, but I can’t help but love her. She can barely spell words (I have no idea how she got into College), and she has no powers whatsoever! Her battle moves are kind of okay, but it’s depressing… she really does feel like an April Fool’s joke, at least 90% of the time. But how could you not love someone so precious?

applepie.com

@saintapril

Some people defy monsters who steal their belongins, or that ate their family or destroyed their hous. I am diferent. I defy the monsters that live within people. Whih monsters you ask/ Well, those that make you do dirty stuff, like leave your family or have a babies before marrige. And also I kill succubi and inccubi with my sword. Please click on this link saintapril.com/pricing so you can see my prices. I will do any job you need for just a few bucks. They don’t call me ‘Defier of all odds and crisis, April!’ for no reason ;)

My number is XX-XXX-XX. You can also DM me.

Please don’t prank call or call the cops on me again.

(I do not fight zombies or any kind of living dead creture!! Deal with that youself!!)

“So, how do you like it, May? Maaaay, I’m talking to you!”

“Huh?” I took off my earbuds and looked at her computer screen. “Well, there are some typos, but you’re advertising your services well.” It’s not like threats did exist… this silly April, what the hell was she even fighting? Lust? How could you fight that? But she swore to fight it forever. I guess I can’t help it. “Also, they don’t call you that… it’s ‘Apron April’, from the last advertisement you made at the public park.”

“Thanks, May… by the way, do you like my logo? I downloaded a very cute font!”

“I like it, April, but you wrote your name wrong… seriously, are you dyslexic or something?” Our days were always like that. She would made me help make up a costume for her, that honestly looked like was about to bake treats for her traditional husband. It was silly, but cute indeed. Well, she did look like a little treat in that, hehe. Although… her mind didn’t seem to comprehend that. April swore that “sexual desires” didn’t actually exist, and it was pure evil. As if… it’s not like she had never thought about it, right? Although the school we graduated from was quite… hm… religious… it never seemed to work for anyone else. She always said that “you can ‘do it’ with someone you love, but without dirty thoughts”. Which was impossible, right? I loved April… I’ve been loving her for so long. As a friend, mostly, but maybe as something else, too. She was stupid to trip on her own foot. I felt like protecting her against all evil, against everyone who made fun of her… but, at the same time, I wanted to make her bite her own tongue and swallow her words. I wanted to prove her wrong. After all, I knew how good of a liar she was. I had never told her - but I knew her every move, her every thought. I knew how she felt. I knew she was bluffing. Deep inside, she was just like anyone else. Some fucked up part of me wanted to strip her to that truth. I just had to hold back, and not do that. Right? We were April and May, after all. I couldn’t bear losing her to some stupid “I was right” thought.

She was looking at her computer, when she seemed surprised. I wonder what it was? She promptly showed me a message.

@christoph_er

Hello, St. April

I’ve been worried my girlfriend might be a succubus. She always invites me to the bed, well, sometimes it’s not even the bed, but the shower or sofa. We’re not married yet! I think she wants my young body, or my soul, or something like that. Could you do something?

@saintapril HELLO CHIRS

sorry caps

YES!! I can end that for you. please send me your adress and her descrpiton or picture. do you understand the 150 gold price is necessary? i need to dispose the body and it is heavy to carry.

@christoph_er

Sure, St. April. I’ll send you some pictures, and my address. Thank you.

@saintapril

ok. be there tomorrow by 2pm. lure her in!! woud you like to pay additional fee for cleaning?30 gold. let me know, crhis! as a garantee please send me half of the mony beforehand and the remainig after im done!! but bewre: this will kill her, chrsi. do you understand that?

@christoph_er

Hm, no… I’ll let the cleaning lady deal with that. Well, it’s a deal, then. I’ll pay you right away. And, yeah, I don’t mind if she dies.

@saintapril

AWEOSOME!!!! THANKS FOR BEING MY FIRST CLIENT. WILL NOT DISAPPINT!!!

“God, you’re really doing that, April?”

“Yeah!! I need to clean this world, May!” It made me uneasy… but, she would probably fail, right? She was dumb, and her body was so fragile… stupid April…

The next day, it was about four PM when April arrived at the apartment we shared. She was fucked up. There was blood all over her… some scars. But she had the dumbest grin on her face! She was so happy.

“I did it, May! I ended the succubus!”

“Oh…” I was quite speechless. Well, that succubus was not actually dead, but surely was going to be in trouble in the underworld. April looked at me, with her silly little eyes. I heard her inner voice say: “Why isn’t May praising me?”… ugh, that girl… I petted her head, and told her to shower.

As she left, and I was with only myself, I could see my reflection in the glass. It was looking at me with eyes that pierced my own soul. I told myself, “make her eat her own hypocrisy.” I shook my head. She was stupid, indeed, but she was my precious April! I wouldn’t hurt her, by any means… unless… if I didn’t hurt her to the point it made her stop, someone else would hurt her… she was a mortal, after all… as I was finishing cleaning the kitchen, I pondered what was the closest thing to the sanest option, and maybe I could try that….

PART TWO

I thought about it almost too hard. I had to come up with a good plan… it was for her own good, for the world’s own good. Right? I tried justifying my actions. So I started doing it… for April’s sake, I had to stop her somehow.

“MAAAAAAAY!!” We were walking through campus, when she yelled that loudly.

“What happened?”

“L-look!” She showed me a couple, kissing… no, it wasn’t just “kissing”, it was full on “making out”. The two boys didn’t seem to mind it. Well, April was a somewhat conservative, but it was different from usual. Let me explain. She was fine with all kinds of love and identities. What she didn’t like was, in her words, ‘filth’. She said it was unnatural (although it’s not) and that it should be stopped. It didn’t matter to her if it was two boys, two girls, a boy and a girl or whatever else: the fact they were horny mattered to her. Well, that was a case of a simple aphrodisiac spell I had cast early on. Nothing too crazy, they would keep it in their pants for a while, if they weren’t too bold. But for April, it was too much to kiss like that (as they were, more like eating each other’s tongue than kissing). She went there, waving her little arms, separating the two boys. Thankfully, they just yelled at her instead of calling the police — like it had happened before.

We kept going with our day, without a lot happening. But she had a troubled look on her face. In the cafeteria, I cast the same spell again, and another couple was getting a little… nastier? God, I didn’t feel happy about that, okay? But it was, in a way, my own nature. I loved seeing her get all red and mad. Still, what I wanted the most, was to show her she was just like them. But I couldn’t just use a spell on her… it had to come naturally. I would do it somehow. Just think, May… that time, she tried using her sword, which scared the hell out of the couple. She was happy, so… no, wait! May! That’s no good! Ugh…

So… should the enemy threaten her somehow? I know everything about April. It’s easy to infiltrate… but it’s not easy to be “the other one” if she wants me by her side. So, I sent a message to her, from a very awkward applepie profile I created. I chose a random ass name, Lya, and typed out something that I thought wasn’t that bad.

@lya69696969

April… you, who claim to be a saint, shall fall like every other human. I will not spare your soul, but I will expose it, so everyone can see clearly what you’re made of. You messed with the wrong thing, girl. You shall suffer the consequences, and will taste your own blood very soon. I will bewitch people around you, from the ones you don’t care about to the ones you love the most, and everyone will show how dirty they actually are. It will be unbearable, to the point you will have to surrender. And then, I win.

Was it too creepy? Too cringy? Would she buy it? Two minutes after I sent it, she came running to my room. I was in my so-called ‘dad shorts’ and a random rock T-shirt, no bra. One may say: why would that be important? Well, because I can hear her thoughts. She came to tell me about the new threat, but all I could hear was some kind of… gasping…? I didn’t think I looked that hot, although I had just showered and my hair was a little wet. But, as much as her little mouth was so against any kind of ‘unholiness’, her mind seemed to think otherwise. I hated that someone so easy to read could play pretend like that. Was she that unaware of herself? If I had questioned my methods before, I started believing them even more.

“May… I need to save the world from this demon!”

“Yeah, sure.” I was unamused, like always.

“Come on! Can’t you show more excitement?” Hmm… I could hype her up, but I was getting a little tired. I petted her head again. She thought something like ‘please touch me more, May’…

“Aren’t you scared, April? You’re just human, after all.”

“I have a passion, May… and I’m, like, the main character, right?” She looked at me with a dumb face. I mean, well, yeah, if it was a movie she would be in the title, but it would be something like… April & May or whatever.

“Don’t push it. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt, April.” We both sat down.

“May…” She looked at me with sweet eyes… how she changed… it was kind of annoying sometimes that she could be the stupidest and the prettiest girl ever. “You wouldn’t let that happen, right?”

“W-what?! Well, I’m telling you!! Give up on that.”

“But I can’t give up now… there’s someone after me.”

“M-maybe if you said, ‘I’m not against it anymore’, they wouldn’t mess with you, right?”

“May…”

“Yes?” She looked at me very seriously.

“Are you stupid?” Wow. Now, that was unfair. “You can’t deal with demons like that…! Besides… people will suffer if I don’t do anything.” She was right, kind of. I had dug my own grave. “You’ll be with me, right, May?” She intertwined our fingers… why did it feel like that? At times when my own thoughts seemed more like random scribbles, I could barely read her mind…

“I-I… don’t know, April. Seems like it’s your mission. I will be waiting for you to come back each day.”

“That’s enough, then. Because you’re my precious May.” I felt bad, for a moment. Should I confess? “But I also couldn’t bear if this person attacked you… what if they made you act weird, or say filthy things…” Never mind… I hate that. Come on! Someone who looks at my boobs all the time, should actually act like sex is evil?

“You’ll do something, right?” I wanted to tease her.

“I’ll fight it to the end, May.”

“Oh…” I wanted to be mean, but I couldn’t do it face to face.

“Because I love May so much, I can’t have her hurt by any means.”

“I appreciate that, April… I love you so much, too.” That was true, though. I loved her more than anything else. Somehow, we fell to our backs, still holding hands.

“When it all ends, and I defeat this person, and I bring peace to the world… I want you to do something for me.” We looked at each other, it felt so sweet. I wish things were secrets and surprises to me, but my own nature deceived me once again. Her words were clear in her little head: “stop being my friend and become my wife”.

I wanted to hear that from her own mouth, with her own voice… and it hurt, because now we were enemies. I didn’t stop to think before, that she would eventually know it was me, and that she could hate me. It didn’t matter how much I loved her, we were enemies now. I was stabbing her back, while she smiled at me. I was the worst.

“Well, I think I’m off to sleep… I need to be prepared for tomorrow.”

But, for some odd reason, I wanted to destroy that facade. Would that mean I would destroy our relationship? That I would destroy April herself? If I was smart, I would say, “hey, it was me. It was a silly joke, please ignore that.”, and come up with another way of having her to stop the magical girl thing. Still, I was me. So I went with it.

PART THREE

April had become worse. I felt dumb, somehow, as if my plan was not as perfect as I thought it to be. Still… I couldn’t back down. I couldn’t just pretend nothing was happening!! Well… could I? It still felt weird, being by her side, but not on her side.

We had a broken lamp (it was all April’s fault, and I’d rather not comment on that, from my own sanity), so we went shopping for a new one. We decided to get some other stuff for our home, too… like, they were all on sale, so why not?

“May, May, this is so you!” April pointed to a… I didn’t understand what it was… it was kind of an animal, or some creature, wearing a tuxedo and a hat. This is because I, when we graduated from high school, was in a very butch phase and I couldn’t bear to wear a dress. So I wore a suit instead. She insisted, every time anyone else worse a suit, that “it looked so much like me”.

Still, she was happy while shopping, so I was happy too... If it wasn’t for that. Well, let me explain. My origins are from the underworld, of course, but that’s a secret. I’m not in touch with my family, so I never “learned” to tame my powers, it just happened quite naturally. But it seems that, when I’m careless or distressed, my powers are activated against my own will. So, it has happened quite a few times that I accidentally triggered April’s anti-unholiness nature… without actually wanting to do it. (People seem happy before she starts to beat them up, though). The more I think of it, the more I realize… we should both be in jail.

“Whoa, May, who’d think that if you buy a lot of little things that cost 2 to 8 golds, it would add up to almost a hundred?”

“Well, anyone who knows math? Do we need these trinkets, April? Do we really need them?”

“It’s a good decoration. Besiiiiiides, look at this!” She showed me a little saint. “Isn’t it just like me?” I also saw her grabbing that weird animal thing. Was she really going to pair them up? We were about to pay, when:

“Uh-oh, May…”

“Yes?”

“I forgot my wallet.” She said as she was furiously searching her bad. She was kidding, right? I wasn’t gonna pay for all of that trash…

“Can you pay?”

“No.”

“Pleeeeease, I’ll pay you back!”

“In the 14 years I’ve known you, you’ve never paid me back!”

“Well, that’s in the past, May… I promise I’ll pay this time. Pleeeeease!!” I sighed… people were looking, I hated the attention.

“Ugh, fine…” I paid. It was stupid, I know, but she was my weak spot. Her little smile, her fang-like teeth showing…

We left the store, with bags that were way too heavy.

“So, where are we having lunch?”

“At home. I’m not paying for your lunch, y’know?”

“You’re so mean, May…” Still, she held onto my arm.

“I’m not your rich husband.” She giggled.

“It’s kind of like that, though.”

“Well, I’m not rich! I work hard for the little I earn!”

“You won’t deny the husband part?” I looked at her, and sighed again.

“Nope.”

“That’s good to hear, May.”

“I’m not a man, though.” I looked at her, who was still giggling.

“I know. It’s better that way.” I wonder what that meant. April wasn’t the kind of girl that would be proud to date another girl… if anything, it would be a secret. As much as I loved her, I wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship.

“I love you a lot, May.” I thought I was reading her thoughts again, but it was her mouth moving.

“D-don’t say it here…” Again, people were looking. April surely stood out.

“You don’t love me back?”

“I just spent all the money I had for the weekend on you and your dumb stuff. I think that’s enough proof.”

“Right, right…” Were we flirting? Were us two just friends getting along? The more I loved her, the more I hated her. My heart was confused and my blood, starting to boil.

After we went home, ate and did our chores, April was watching a movie when I told her I had to leave. I went to an old hiding spot that was under my family’s possessions (and I needed magic to see and enter the place). I started thinking about what could be done that day. I put on a mask, a dress that was way too unlikely for May to wear, and convinced myself I was someone else.

I left with another spell in mind… it was the weekend, so the clubs and bars were full. It was perfect for me to do something. I planned to just make people a little frisky… but, accidentally, I got a little stressed and ended up worsening the spell. Was there so much hatred inside my heart? Anger? Lingering? Yearning? What was it that made someone so self-composed to lose herself?

It took a few minutes, but there was a news coverage there. People were acting crazy, when I meant to make them just a little out of their minds, I actually made them extremely angry. They were fighting. She seemed to have heard the news, because in moments, she was there. It was when we met face to face for the first time. I was scared, but I looked different… the mask, the dress, I also had a wig on, my voice sounded deeper and wouldn’t give up on using my powers.

“You! Stop doing it!” Actually, I couldn’t… I didn’t know how to stop messing up… still…

“Hahahaha! You moron… you can’t defeat me!” Come on, I had to think of all of those magical girl anime and superhero movies I genuinely despised too much… how could I act like a villain when it was so cringy that I wanted to curl up and die?

“Why are you doing this?” She couldn’t fly, then she ran. She had no powers, so she just… fucking used a hammer against my head? Well, good I was prepared and drank a strength potion, but… whoa, it still hurt, even if I took little damage from it. “I hate you, and I hate everyone who is evil and dirty!”

We had quite a gruesome fight. I hurt her, too… it was like… I didn’t have my own reasoning anymore. I hated her at that time… it wasn’t the April I loved, it was someone against me. So we fought, and fought, until she broke the mask. I had to back down. I hurriedly left the scene, the last thing I saw was some blood on her face. I had done that to her? I didn’t know…

I healed myself, no marks, no signs… but, damn, it hurt. I went home and she wasn’t there yet. I waited, and waited, until I fell asleep on the sofa. What were we, even? Fucking best friends who said “I love you”, and yet, had a relationship that would never bloom? Or… enemies, trying to kill each other?

What was my motive again? What was I trying to do? Did it matter that her own motives were dumb as hell? Us… as simple as that, it would never come to fruition, right? Maybe we were better off as enemies. I though… “I’ll end everything I have with her, and I’m going to fight her ‘till the end…”, when she arrived home. Again, she had a grin on her face.

“May… here, from earlier today.” She gave me back the money. Why was April so fucking unfair?

“You’re all hurt…” And I had done that. I was so much stronger, I was so much more powerful… She went to the kitchen (part of our small apartment) and started boiling some water. I went after her and hugged her from the back.

“Promise me, April, you won’t get hurt again, please…” I cried like a baby as I hugged her deeply. I knew I would end up killing her if she didn’t back down.

“I can’t, May… I swore to the people I would protect them from that monster.”

“April…”

“It’s okay!” She turned her back and gave me a thumbs up. Still, I looked depressed as hell. “I won’t die.”

“You’re not immortal, you know, April… you’re just human.”

“We’ve talked about this before.” She continued to ignore my begging. There’s nothing I can do, I guess…

I helped her clean herself, gave her some pain medicine, put band-aids on her cuts… after a full day, she went to bed. No matter the problem, April would always sleep peacefully.

“I love you, May, because you’re so pure to me.” I wanted to die. Not only was I trying to kill her, what I actually wanted our relationship to be was so dirty… I felt like we had some kind of disconnection, maybe my own magic powers were fucked up, but I felt like I suddenly couldn’t read her mind anymore. Or, that there was nothing left there. Knowing April, it could’ve been that. Haa… who am I trying to fool by making jokes at this point… I’m such a jerk. I’m sorry, April.

To worsen my guilt, when I couldn’t sleep, April invaded my room at night.

“Yes?”

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Nope… I was on my phone.”

“It’s almost 3AM, though.”

“You know I have trouble sleeping…”

“Yeah… can I come?”

“Of course.” I put my phone aside, and she joined me in bed.

“I dreamed of you, May…”

“Really?”

“Yeah… I was in a lot of danger, and you came to save me. Although you say you don’t want me to do this, and that it’s too bad, you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, right?”

“I… wouldn’t.” I lied. Oh… I had become such a terrible being.

“That’s why I love May so much.”

“You say that, April, but you don’t mean it, right?” I thought… maybe if I made April hate me, maybe if she found me gross, she would leave, and I wouldn’t have to pretend to be a good friend.

“Of course, I mean it!” She held my hand. “Ever since we met, I’ve loved you, May… because we’re April and May, right? You’re the only one who seems to understand me, and you support me in your own way…” It hurt so much, and I couldn’t even know what was on her mind. I didn’t know what she was going to say. I didn’t know what she thought, deep down.

“Still… friends don’t say that kind of stuff.” Maybe they said, but I wanted to annoy her.

“Then, maybe we shouldn’t be friends, May.” She gave me a sweet look. “Maybe we’re something else. Something so pure, no one could ever destroy.”

Again, I had failed… the words I wanted to hear for so many years were now things I despised. I had an internal battle, and I would lose it either way.

“April…”

“Maybe we should get married or something.” I looked at her, speechless. “Well, you have to go out first, and then marry, right?”

“Kinda how it goes, yes.”

“So, do you want that?” I had to say no. By all means, I had to say no.

“Yes.” Fucking bitch.

So, this is kind of how April and I were finally going out… and, also, on a mission to kill each other.

PART FOUR

So, April and I were dating somehow? Holding hands was okay. Hugging was okay. We hadn’t kissed yet, because, in her words, “You should kiss during the wedding day”. As much as I hated the situation I put myself into, that’s what I’ve always wanted, right? Was I really that bad? → Yes, I was. This specific day, I wanted to buy myself some underwear, since everything was so worn out already. My back was killing me, and it could be from all the fighting and how badly I slept, but my boobs could also be the problem. Thus, we went shopping.

It had been so long since I had last listened to her thoughts. I thought it was gone, completely gone, but when I entered the fitting room, I heard some weird voices, almost like screams. Was it her? It made me giggle a little. I asked her if she wanted to see if it fit well — not even thinking a lot about it. She entered the little place, and we were face to face. April was a few inches shorter, but our eyes still met.

“So…”

“It’s… pretty, May. You’re pretty.” We were both really red… it was awkward.

“T-thanks…” April was clumsy, to the point she tripped and fell on her own. That day, it was no different. Somehow, in a matter of seconds, we were both on the ground. Her hands holding for dear life on my breasts. What the…? I could hear a crazy, inner monologue. She ran from the room, and we met after, when I went to purchase it → by the way, it was a simple gym bra.

After that, I stopped hearing her inner voice, but it was fun that I hadn’t lost the ability entirely.

It had been… what… a few weeks, yeah, since all of that. Since we first fought, since we started going out… April, who was seen as a weirdo, now was seen quite more like a… well… hero? People still called her ‘Apron April’, but with more love.

I was feeling lost… torn between being the best girlfriend I could, to being the one to bring her demise. I was a demonic creature, after all, and April was just a saint in play-pretend. We would fight, and I would always come up with excuses for why I wasn’t there. April being a fool helped a lot, too, because she didn’t seem to notice… or, maybe… she would never think I, out of everyone else, could be a villain. That’s what I thought.

We met after a fight ensued downtown. I, with my dumb costume on, April, with the dumber one. She was actually becoming good at fighting me, and I had to use more and more magic to be able to defeat that stupid 108lb girl, when I was almost double her size! Well, it went like this: we started fighting → she yelled nonsense → I got angrier and angrier → she took A GIANT PAIR OF SCISSORS OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHERE DID SHE EVEN BUY IT??? → she tried to cut my neck???? → she ended up ripping my dress → I had my upper body exposed. At that moment, she fell silent. And she looked at me, in utter despise.

“May?” WHAT? How could she… I messed up the spell that kept me in the air, and fell down. She went after me. “Is it you?” She tried taking the (new) mask off, but I held her wrists tight.

“N-nonsense…”

“I know it’s you, May, of course I know.” I was ashamed, so I took off the mask, revealing my bare face.

“How do you know?”

“Well, your boobs… there’s no way I couldn’t tell they are yours.” She looked and sounded serious as fuck, so I knew she wasn’t joking for sure.

“You look at them too much for someone who claims to hate sex!” I yelled.

“I don’t hate sex! I hate filth! You know that better than anyone else!”

“Well, guess what? I’m filthy, and you’re filthy, April! No one is safe from that! We all think of that kind of stuff!” We were yelling at each other, as if we were in our own world.

“I don’t!”

“You don’t? Many times, I’ve read your mind, and I heard your dirty thoughts, April! You’re a hypocrite!”

“That’s why you’re doing all of this?” I came to my senses.

“Well… kind of.” It’s embarrassing to say. “You’d always say these stupid things, and then you started to fight people being happy… it annoys the hell out of me!”

“Do you think that’s fair, May? Fight me like that?”

“It’s not like words alone work on you!”

“What even are you? You’re not human, right?”

“I’m part of the underworld… obviously…”

“All of this time, you’ve deceived me?”

“Listen, I was trying to do something for your own good! B-but it became so heavy I couldn’t hold it with my own hands anymore… I’m sorry, April…” It came from the bottom of my heart.

“So, I’m the villain, May? Because I’ve never seen it that way. You know why I hate it when humans surrender to their desires, right? That’s why my mom left for that young guy, and my father couldn’t take it.” Well, I knew that, but her world view had become so weird that I forgot about that.

“It’s not like you’re the villain… but you can’t punish people for doing this kind of stuff.”

“What about the demons, the succubi?”

“Well, they’re not that bad, you know? They’re kind of like family to me, so it makes me mad that you’re hurting them, too!”

“Fine… I get that.” April fell silent for a moment. “I guess you’re right, May. Then, if I’m the villain… what the hell is that behind you?” I looked in that direction, and there was a huge monster behind us. We looked at each other, with a lot of fear in our faces. I’ve studied about monsters, I’ve defeated them, I’ve befriended them… but I’ve never seen that. It was like a huge black fog, but it seemed to have a solid body. It had a creepy smile, and soul-piercing eyes. I gasped… April held my hand. “I hate you so much right now, May, but I’ll love you forever. Can we finish fighting after we kill whatever this is?”

“Y-yes, April… I love you, too.”

It seemed like the monster had gotten less scary. April jumped in the air, and went for its guts. The sword entered the thing, but it didn’t seem to damage it. I didn’t get it. It slapped her, and she fell to the ground. I went to her rescue.

“Ughh… May, we’re done… this thing is so much bigger than us.” April looked really hurt and defeated. She nervously laughed. “If we die, I just want you to know that… I understand I am just like everyone else… I just don’t know how to deal with that. I’m afraid, May. All I’ve learned my whole life was that it was bad… how could I not fight it?” That was it. We needed to fight ourselves.

“April, I’m really sorry. You’re going to have to be strong.” I faced her, and gasped again. She was about to say something, when I kissed her deeply. I had closed my eyes, but I slowly opened them and checked our surroundings. It was indeed getting weaker. As I ended our so-wished kiss, she brought her hands to her mouth… but she didn’t seem to hate it entirely.

“May…”

“Do you get it now? We have to fight what’s within. We have to be honest. I know it’s hard, so I’ll start… the reason I lied to you about my origin, is that I knew about how your family was a family of monster hunters. I wanted to be your friend, because I used to resent being from the underworld so much… but as I grew, I realized it was a part of me, just as loving you was a part of me too.” I looked at her, forgetting about everything else. She seemed to understand what I meant.

“May, I… feel things for you, sometimes… I want to touch you, and want you to touch me. But I’m afraid we’re going to hell for that.”

“Well, I was born there… it’s not that bad, you know. Just a little cold.”

“It’s not burning hot?”

“Nope.” We were laughing, and we looked at each other again, soon joining our foreheads, and then we went for another kiss. I think April threw everything she knew away, and deepened our kiss. I was happy, finally happy. I could feel the monster dissipating, the fog going away… and we were, once again, April and May. As we separated:

“Do you hate me, April?”

“Well… I can’t say I’m not mad, May… but I think we can overcome this, right?”

“Yes. So, now that it’s over, do you want to-” As I was speaking, a guy interrupted me.

“Hey, you two? You’re under arrest.”

Apparently, people ‘liked’ April because I had accidentally bewitched them into liking her, while my own feelings of wanting to be with her overflowed. You couldn’t actually just beat the shit out of people for making out on campus. And I was considered a monster, to put it simply, and what I had done was against the conduct code. While some monsters could co-exist with humans, we had to abdicate magic and visiting the underworld.

We spent the night in jail, and in the next day, when her dad came to “rescue” us. He was quite an influential man, and he convinced them I would be educated in order to not do that anymore. We had to swear we wouldn’t carry weapons anymore, that we wouldn’t fight, and that we would never wear those clothes again. And so we did.

After about a whole afternoon of scolding, we were back at our apartment. I didn’t really know what to do, and I think neither did April.

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked while I was, once again, cleaning her skin… this time, it was mostly the monster who did it and not me. It still hurt, though.

“Hm… I don’t know… but, like, take-out, right?”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t wanna cook today and if you try to cook we’re going to jail again.” We laughed, and then she said “ouch”, because it still hurt a fucking lot.

“May… you could have talked to me, you know.”

“Well, I guess I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay… I’m also sorry, for never being honest. I mean…” She held my hand. “Until now…” She gave me a look I have never seen before, and then looked to the side. I wondered what it meant for a moment, and then I said:

“Do you want to postpone dinner a little bit?”

“Yes.”

We were finally happy and satisfied after that. ♡

END OF MAIN STORY

Author’s comment: Hello! I had envisioned this because I wanted, like, to parody the genre. The whole idea actually came from listening to a stupid song, from a yuri couple I like a lot… it’s very obscure, so most people might not know. I’ll tell you if you ask~. I have some trouble trying to finish series, so this might come off as rushed, but it’s as good as it could ever be. If you feel interested in drawing these characters, please ask me about better descriptions, and I’ll tell you exactly how I imagine them. Also, if this, somehow, gets a little following, I will write more about them! I can think, now, of a few things I could use these characters for, thus, tell me if you’re interested! (Also, I might just write a NSFW short chapter, too.)

Follow me on Twitter: @4pron4pril

[dilutedd]

@aphobehatingcharacteroftheday it won’t let me reblog the post you made, so here’s what i have to say.

i read your linked posts but realized things were mentioned again in your 1-7 thing so in the interest of time i’m just going to respond to that.

1. the “a is for asexual” movement was started by david jay, a homophobe. here is a post about that with sources and proof.

the helpfulness of “a is for ally” is debatable, but it exists so closteted people can participate in lgbt events. as far as straight people “using resources” here’s a post you might find interesting.

2. cishet aces cannot be queer. it also doesn’t matter if major lgbt organizations support aces being included, because what happens when they don’t do that is that people threaten their funding and they are forced to include aces for the sake of still being able to help lgbt people. (i can’t find the best post on this so here’s a post mentioning “#giveitback” which was part of the response to this + mention of the original event)

3. sexual harassment and not being accepted by your family doesn’t make you lgbt. it sucks, it really does, but that kind of thing can happen to anyone who is “different.” we aren’t going to let kinksters in because they were harassed and not accepted because of their kinks, are we?

4. this point i’ve talked about extensively and i’ve come to realize that many people misunderstand asexuality and the DSM so out of that comes fear mongering, “we are oppressed! See!” kind of attitudes. but let me explain what was actually in the DSM.

it was HSDD, and i have talked about this so many times that i can’t find the right words to re-explain so here’s the best post on the topic and here’s my tag where i collect resources about it.

basically, your therapist will make sure you know about asexuality before you are diagnosed with hsdd because they absolutely do not want to treat you for something you don’t have. also, hsdd has many criteria, including extreme discomfort with a lack of sexual arousal (not attraction).

the claim that asexuality was in the dsm not only ignores the actual facts, but also the fact that being gay was literally in the dsm for one reason: to label gay people as “sick” or as if their sexuality could be treated. the way asexuality is treated in the dsm (a caveat to a hsdd diagnosis, a real thing, something to teach about and keep in mind) is quite different from how “homosexuality” was treated by the dsm (an illness, something to cure, something that makes you a bad person).

5. yes, the lgbt community is about education, support, etc. but our resources (lgbt shelters, doctors, therapy groups) are lgbt specific and practically useless to non lgbt people! if cishet aces – the ones exclusionism is actually about – are infiltrating into those spaces, it’s taking up precious room and resources that lgbt people need and that cannot be used effectively (or usefully at all) by cishet aces/aros!

it’s not a community for everyone “different,” it’s for people oppressed under homophobia, transphobia, and the subsets of both. “aphobia” is not included.

6. lgbt aspecs of course are welcome. cishets actually can do a lot more than help our community, though. cishet people actively and violently oppress us, and they benefit from doing so. that’s how oppression dynamics work; in a broad sense, all cishets oppress all lgbt people, sexual attraction or no.

7. i honestly don’t mean this to sound rude, but i’m incredibly frustrated by the lack of awareness on inclusionists’ parts. ace people can be heteroromantic. which makes them hetero. which makes them straight. if you are any kind of het you experience straight privilege and a lack of sexual or romantic attraction does not let you opt out of that.

straight privilege comes from being hetero; from not being attracted to any same/similar genders. it is the privilege people get when they can hold their partner’s hand in the street and not worry about being the victim of a hate crime. it is the privilege of not being attacked or assaulted or feeling scared about being open with your partner. because straight people, no matter how mcuh sex they have or whether they want to have sex or whether they experience sexual attraction or not, always have privilege over lgbp people. always. it’s not a matter of who has sex or who’s a victim of microaggressions or anything, it’s about whether you are hetero or not. and if you are hetero, you have straight privilege.

perhaps there are varying amounts of straight privilege based on amount of sexual attraction, but that’s a discussion for another time and not something i want to get in to. point is, hetero people always have straight privilege and amount of sexual attraction cannot opt you out of that.

as for the posts you link, of course exclusionists can be shitty. people on both sides are terrible, i’m sure we can agree, and nothing excuses that. but the biggest issue i have is that no matter how many people on my side i call out or no-platform, the entire inclusionist side is based on the actions of david jay, a homophobe, and the entire inclusonist side blatantly ignores oppression dynamics for the sake of pushing people who oppress lgbt people as a whole into our spaces that are meant to keep us safe from those exact people. what i absolutely cannot handle is the amount of covert homophobia and transphobia behind inclusionist rhetoric. and maybe you guys don’t notice that, because a lot of you are lgbt and i don’t know why you would want to harm your own community like that.

[theprettyarachnid]

about this idea where there is no viktor in the arcane, but a reader in his place, and if it were the opposite, Jayce wouldn't exist but the reader, who has feelings for viktor.

a/n: of course, i have to feed the viktor simps anyway ahahah

also i’m wrote the first half on my phone for the first time in months because i didnt have my computer so PLEASE excuse any weird typos or formatting, thanks babes

warnings: viktor kinda being a shit

🕷 Both of you are very work-oriented, so it took you for a turn when you started having feelings for your fellow colleague

🕷 You try not to entertain these feelings, this stupid crush, because Viktor would most likely never feel the same

🕷 So instead you decide to focus on your work and hide your feelings as much as possible

🕷 I know a lot of people see Viktor as the oblivious type when it comes to people’s romantic feelings but I feel like he just chooses to ignore them instead sorry sky

🕷 But since it’s his lab partner, he notices the change in behavior almost immediately and wants to know what’s up

🕷 After all this time working together, Viktor knows you better than you know yourself

🕷 He knows about your small habits that you have that others may not notice, such as you play with your hair when you’re nervous or pick at your lips

🕷 He knows picky you are about how your coffee tastes and memorized how to make it just the way you like it

🕷 Jesus, Viktor even knows about your sleeping habits because of the countless nights you two spent at the lab until morning

🕷 Although you usually end up passing out by 4

🕷 Viktor studied human behavior while working under Heimerdinger so it doesn’t take very long for him to catch on

🕷 When two and two came together, he would doubt himself at first mainly because of his own self-destructive tendencies and low self-esteem

🕷 Thoughts like “why would they be interested in me?” would be going through his head

🕷 deep down he would be kind of flustered at the idea though even if he didn’t show it

🕷 Because Viktor would want to make sure that he was right, he’d test his theory out

🕷 You would be hunched over your desk at some unholy hour when Viktor noticed you nodding off

🕷 "you know, it isn't the safest idea to be working in a lab while half asleep"

🕷 He would be leaning over you, his breath touching your neck, with his hand on your shoulder

🕷 You didn't realize he was that close until you turned your head

🕷 Your face would get hot as you tried to form some kind of sentence which told Viktor all he needed to know

🕷 He was right

🕷 After that, he started to notice more and more little things that you did

🕷 Viktor would often catch you staring at him while he was working or staring at the chalkboard with the corner of his eyes

🕷 He started noticing the blankets that would be draped over him when he woke up on his desk

🕷 Most importantly, you didn't treat him any differently from anyone else

🕷 Well you did, but not in the way he was used to

🕷 You didn't pity him like so many Piltover citizens did or look at him like he was some kind of beaten puppy

🕷 That's what Viktor liked the most

🕷 That's also when Viktor began liking you back

🕷 Whenever you two caught each other staring, you both would just quietly laugh and get back to work with small blushes on your faces

🕷 It would go on like this for awhile, just glances between you two or light touches on the shoulder

🕷 You two never acted awkward around each other fortunately but that was mainly because you two were so use to each other's presence

🕷 It wasn't until you and Viktor had a breakthrough with Hextech that he kissed you

🕷 When he pulled, realizing what he'd done, he would start apologizing with a blush on his face

🕷 "i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking.. that was inappropriate of-"

🕷 Viktor would shut up when you kiss his cheek though with a smile

🕷 He'd kiss you again after that

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Innocence | Berlin

Requested by @diorrfairy: hi i was wondering if you could do an imagine on berlin × reader in which y/n is a young girl(like 21 y/o) who's part of the gang and looks like the typical "innocent and shy" girl.he feels attracted by her and starts teasing & flirting with her.even if she rejected him at first then she started playing his flirty & naughty game.with time they start growing always closer & end up having hot and intense makeout sessions(even tough it's prohibited & almost close to getting caught) thanks

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: mild smut, teasing, sexual tension

Note: hi! hope you like it, enjoy! also didn't proof read so sorry for any typos! x

------------

The guns and action weren't really your thing. You'd much rather sit behind a computer all day or spend your afternoon trying to distract the police. But El Profesor needed someone inside to do his thinking for him - hence the reason you were here. You spent most of your time studying your moves, the tactic and any situation in which something could go wrong.

You loved working with this group, though. Usually you'd avoid these kind of people because they were everything you weren't, but they were great fun. Denver and Nairobi took it upon themselves to organise a special night every week, whether it was a quiz, a game or a movie. The games and quizes were a bit too much out of your comfort zone, so you usually stayed behind with El Profesor and Berlin. The brothers weren't really into these kind of nights - one of them was just as awkward as you and the other just watched the others - or rather you.

You watched as Tokio took her turn in the game of Charades, yelling loudly at Nairobi when she didn't get the answer even though the answer was loud and clear. You giggled at them while Berlin focussed on your facial features. You were beautiful. Your big, almost Bambi-like eyes, the faint blush on your cheeks and your oh so kissable lips. El Profesor didn't seem to notice as he got up from his chair and joined the group, giving into peer pressure of Nairobi's charm.

'Why don't you join them, sweetheart? Isn't that what young people do these days, have fun?' Berlin asked you as he sat down in the chair next to you. You shifted in your seat and fumbled with your fingers. He sat so close to you and you couldn't help but feel intimidated by him.

'I-uh, I'm not really the going out type,' you mumbled, 'I'd rather just stay here.'

'Huh, you wouldn't say..' he took a sip of his red wine, 'Tell me, darling. Have you ever been with a man before?'

You choked on your saliva at his blunt question. Your eyes went wide and you rose from your seat. Your heart beating loudly in your chest.

'Pardon? I don't think that's any of your business. Excuse me, I have to go,' you stuttered, quickly turning around and leaving to your room, completely forgetting your notebook. Berlin smirked, feeling himself harden at your innocence and flipped through your notebook. You had every single thing written down, some notes being highlighted or crossed out. You had doodled small animals on one page and on the very back you had taped a note from your father. He smiled at your cute notebook, reminding himself to visit your room later tonight.

-

A knock interrupted your intense reading session. You frowned, no one had ever felt the need to talk to you, especially this late at night. You placed your book on your bed, folding the corner of your page and opened the door. You gasped a little when you saw who it was. Berlin was leaning against the doorway, your notebook in one of his hands.

'You forgot something, princess,' he huskily said, handing you the notebook. You blushed furiously at the nickname and went to grab the notebook, but he pulled his hand back. You frowned, feeling a little embarrassed, making him smile.

'You'll get your little book back, but you haven't answered my question yet,' he challenged. You shook your head, not wanting to answer, but you had to get your notebook back.

'I won't give it back unless you answer, princess,' he teased.

'I-I don't want to. It's none of your business, sir,' you replied. You didn't know the effect you had on him, because he groweled lowly feeling himself harden for the second time this day. He stepped towards you and you froze. His cologne filled your nose.

'Then I guess I'll hold onto it a little longer. Goodnight, beautiful,' he whispered in your ear, kissing you just under your ear.

-

It had been three days and you were getting closer to Berlin. Despite him teasing you and making you feel things you hadn't quite yet felt, you found it easier to talk to him than any of the others. It almost felt like coming out of your shell - and you loved it.

'Have you decided if you're going to answer my question yet, darling?' he asked you. You shrugged your shoulders.

'I don't know.. Have you decided if you're going to stop being so nosy yet, darling?' you retorded. You heard some low 'ooo's' crossing the table and he raised an eyebrow while a smirk covered his lips.

'Since when did you become so feisty, Bambi?'

'Since it shuts you up.'

'Touché.'

-

'Berlin, can I please have my notebook back? I really need it,' you said, leaning in the doorway of his room. He turned around, a vinyl in hand.

'You still haven't answered my question, so no,' he winked. You sighed and stepped into his room.

'It's been long enough now. I don't feel comfortable sharing those things. It's personal,' you mumbled. His window was opened and a breeze entered the room, blowing the door closed with a loud bang. You flinched and jumped back, accidentally bumping into Berlin. You didn't realise you were so close until you felt his warm breath in you neck as his arms snaked around your waist from behind. The music began to play softly in the background as you felt goosebumps cover your skin.

'Just tell me princess, have you ever been with a man before?' he whispered, placing a soft kiss in your neck.

'N-no,' you whimpered and felt a shiver run down your spine. You felt him smirk against your skin.

'Good girl,' he purred, 'Nothing to be ashamed about. Do you want to?' You gasped when one of his hands traveled from your waist, over your stomach, to your chest, softly grazing over your nipple and ending on your throat and gripping it carefully. You could feelt your body melt against his and he knew just which buttons to push.

'Y-yes,' you whispered. He quickly turned you around and sauntered over to you until your back hit the wall. You gulped when you saw his eyes graze over your body, until his gaze caught yours. You subconciously bit your lip. His hand rose to your face and his thumb caressed your lips, releasing your lip from between your teeth.

'Have you ever kissed someone before?' his dark voice purred. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips and you shook your head.

'Can I kiss you, pretty girl?' he asked, making sure you didn't seem hesitant. You nodded and straightened your back.

The hand he had on your cheek moved to the back of your head and he painfully slowly tilted your head towards his. His eyes were completely focussed on your slightly parted lips and you closed yours. You felt his breath on your lips and finally connected them. You inhaled sharply, finally feeling someone's lips on yours after 21 years. His lips moved slowly and carefully, but very passionately. When you felt one of his hands move to your ass and give it a light squeeze you gasped and felt his tongue enter your mouth. It felt so good you almost got dizzy. You took a chance and moved your hands to his hair, pulling lightly and you heard him groan.

'Be careful, princess. Don't want to start something you can't finish,' he growled against your lips. You quickly pulled back your hands and away from the kiss.

'S-sorry. I-I didn't know what to do and I always saw this in movies so I thought I-' you rambled, feeling extremely embarrassed. He took your hands in his and a small smirk appeared on his lips. You were blushing furiously and your lips were plump. He had to say, for someone who had never kissed before, you sure were a good kisser.

'Hey, hey, it's okay. It felt good, don't wory,' he assured you. You looked at him through your eyelashed and Berlin twitched in his pants. You were so incredibly innocent. You nodded, a small smile in your lips - you were actually kind of proud.

'You're a good kisser,' you giggled, 'I kind of don't want to stop..'

'Then what are you waiting for?'

You took the lead this time, standing on your tippy toes to reach him and he quickly responded by slamming his lips on yours, tongue entering and swirling around yours. You let out a small moan and you felt him smile against your lips. He took your hands and held them above your head. You whined but that quickly turned into a moan when his free hand massaged your breast. He could feel your hardened nipple underneath the shirt you were.

'No bra, huh? Naughty girl,' he tsk'ed. You felt a jolt rush through your body and felt your nipple being pinched. You wished he would go further, but you broke apart when a knock on the door interrupted you. You quickly patted down your hair and made sure you were presentable when he opened the door, sending you a wink.

You heard Nairobi on the other side and you quickly grabbed your notebook which laid on his bedside table.

'I got it! Th-thank you for finally giving it to me. Took you long enough,' you rushed past him and quickly bid Nairobi goodnight before sprinting to your room and closing the door.

Berlin smirked and bit the inside of his lip while Nairobi just stood there with wide eyes and jaw on the floor.

'London, you dirty slut!'

.. .. .. .. ..

Berlin Taglist @nkjktk​ - @michaellangdonenthusiast​ - @hamiltonsofcrap -@nicke0115 -@pinkrapunzel

[veraashh]

Ache (Loki)

Since it's a new year, I finally not sure have some courage to post my first fanfic. maybe my only one, idk i might delete this. Who better to start it with than Loki, the first ever marvel "antagonist" that I love more than the hero.

PAIRING: Soft!Loki x reader

Summary: Loki suddenly disappeared for a week after professing his feelings for you.

reblogs/feedback/likes are much appreciated and highly encourage. DO NOT REPOST/STEAL MY WORK :<

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, fluff, angst, smut, oral (f!), reader is insecure, mentions of eating disorder tendency /written during an episode/, sorry for typos or grammar mistakes English isn't my first language. ~any other warnings not mentioned~

WORDS: 3.6k

He pins your wrist to the sides of your head, pressing himself down on you. Wrapping your legs around him and start grinding against him. He smiles deliciously before giving you sensual kiss.

You hear your coworker call out your name making you peek up from your computer. Raising an eyebrow at her, she says "It's almost lunch time, are you coming with us?"

You smile at her and shake your head gently, "No, I'm not hungry." She frowns at your answer.

"I'll bring back a sandwich for you to munch on." She huffs and then waves goodbye. Wanda is so sweet, she always looks out for you.

You look around as almost everyone left the office. Resting your head on your desk and dishing out your phone from your drawer, unlocking it to see no new notification.

The last message he's sent you... You close your eyes to try and not cry. You put your phone in your bag, maybe that would prevent you from checking it for nothing. Stretching your arms, and going back to work.

About an hour later, Wanda returned, as well as everybody in the office.

"Here, bubs. I am not letting you not take care of yourself." She crosses her arms after she hands you the sandwich she's brought.

"Tuna?" You ask, holding the sandwich. She nods happily. "Thank you." You say, hoping she goes back to her cubicle. Instead she sits down on your desk, as if to make sure that you actually ate the food.

You sighed and opened the plastic container. As you ate the sandwich, she tells you about her workout coach, she seems to like him.

"Every time I catch a glimpse of the way he's muscle flexes, oh I just want to 'tire' him out." She winks, okay maybe she likes him a lot.

"So, y/n, any progress on your end?" She wriggles her eyebrows at you and you raise yours, wondering what she's talking about.

You wipe your mouth before saying, "You mean the Starks Industries? I'm almost done with it. There's not a lot of discrepancies in their accounts." Then you discarded the sandwich container into your trash bin.

"No, about that Laufeyson heir. Have you heard from him?" She looks at you. You bit the inside of my lower lip. "Nothing. I don't think he'll contact me anytime soon." You say leaning back on your chair, trying your best to not show any disappointment.

"That's incredibly rude of him, you're a complete catch. After your dates, you glow like the sun. He better message you." She says gesturing and then huffing after. You just smile at her. How is she so invested, you could not care less about him, or at least that's what you tell yourself.

"Thank you, Wanda." You hold her arm, she pats your hand softly.

"I'll go back now." She says then leaves.

Hours pass by and your finally done with the report. Inserting the Stark file into the system, and emailing your boss. She needs to check it over once more and sign it away.

You check your phone again and nothing, shoving it down your bag. "I don't care. He's not that attractive anyways." You whisper to yourself.

It's not like you connect over your love of reading, or watching movies. Hanging out with him, almost every day, wasn't that fun anyways. You don't like him at all. No, not at all

Your phone pings, and you nervously rummage through your bag to grab your phone. Unlocking it and the message was from your sister, reminding you of family dinner on Wednesday. You sent an 'okay' text and put it back. You huffed, fine maybe you are a bit disappointed.

You check up on the email your boss sent back, telling you that the report is perfect and is on its way to Stark Industries. You feel relieved, and sink your head on your desk.

He bites down on your neck, as he thrust from behind. Burying your face into the pillows, as his arms hold you firmly. Pleasure runs high with every languid thrust.

You shake your head away from that memory.

The clock rings softly, signaling 5pm. You decided to stay a bit longer just because, you don't really have any plans today.

Wanda waves goodbye at you. She's always so excited to leave work since she's meeting up with her workout coach after.

You check as much as you can on another client's file, but there's so many wrong computations that you give it up for today and just continue tomorrow. You gather your things and head towards the elevator.

Your phone pings, then it rings. You check it and his name flashes on the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slide to answer the call. The elevator door opens and you get in, nodding and smiling at your coworkers.

"Hey, Y/N." You can hear the smile on his voice. Your heart races at his voice, throat running dry as you try to swallow nothing.

"Hi." You say shortly, as if you're trying to be nonchalant at his sudden disappearance.

"Hm. Are you free?" He asks, knowing full well that your off work. The elevator reaches the ground floor and you step out into the lobby.

"Kind of, why?" You don't want to seem eager to see him, correction, you don't want to see him at all.

When you reach the entrance to the building, you caught the familiar figure standing against a sleek black car.

"I'm at your building." He says before hanging up. He pushes himself off the car, his shirt crinkling a bit as his muscles flexes. He wore the best fitting pair of pants and a nice suit jacket that matches with it hanging over his shoulder.

You walk up to him, biting the inside of your lower lip. Your heart continues pounding, and your stomach is filling up with butterflies.

He opens the passenger seat and you get in. He walks around the front and sits on the driver's seat.

He starts driving and you sit in silence. You don't know what to say to him. He's the one that stopped calling. A bit petty, maybe.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, breaking the silence. "Not really." You answer immediately. You can already see the corner's of his lips raising trying to control his smile.

"Wanda said you only had a sandwich for lunch. I don't think that can fuel you well, Darling." You raise an eyebrow at him, although the nickname was making you flip, you try to keep your composure.

"We met outside the building." he answers, his eyes focused on the road.

"How long have you been waiting outside?" You ask. Wanda left as soon as the clock ticked 5, you sat and spent an hour or so to look over another client's report.

"A bit before Wanda went out." He says, a bit meaning he was there for a long time. What do I do with this guy? Why is he wasting his time after not calling for a few days?  You ask yourself.

What are you doing?

"Something interesting in your mind? You're eyebrows are in knots." He must've turn for a glance.

You're debating whether to ask him about what happened a few days ago and that thing. You don't think he meant it when he said it since he ignored you a few days later.

"So, what have you been up to these days? I had a really busy week, but I'd like to hear yours first." He starts, pulling you out of the thoughts.

"Typical, I went to work." You say. "How about you?"

He smirks, he knows he can't force you out of short replies but maybe he can coax you to speak some more. "I went on a family retreat." You closed your eyes, realizing why he hadn't contacted you. "It was a hard week, but I'm used to it since we do it every year since I was in high school." you stare at him, dumbfounded. You felt horrible for jumping through every conclusion.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, sometimes I just forget trivial things when I'm with you." He looks at you with intense sincerity.  He holds out his hand and you take it.

"Were you upset with me?" He asks. You didn't answer, you're not entirely sure. You feel bad for doubting him but he should've mentioned it. Especially since it's a little tradition in his family.

"Hmm." He seems like he's waiting for your answer, since he squeezes your hand three times.

"Where are we going?"  You ask, trying to change the subject. The black-tinted windows barely showing the city lights.

"Where do you want to go? I just want to eat." He says. He always makes you pick out where to eat

"Have you tried 'Happy's Haus', we can just take it out. I don't want to stay there." You say quietly, "Then we can go to your place and eat it there." You say even quieter, almost like a whisper.

"Sure sure." He replies, a smile on his face.

Moments later, he pulls up to the drive-thru of 'Happy's Haus' and you order. It wasn't a long wait and you get your order a few minutes later.

You stayed silent the whole ride towards his house. You don't know what to say as the butterflies in your stomach made their way to your throat. Drinking the take-out soda didn't help one bit.

The gates open automatically as he pulls up in the drive way. You'll never get used to him having a house in his name, not rental. Most people your age, just rent out apartments or condos. There's so much incentive to being rich.

You open your side of the door, picking up the take-out bags as well.

He makes sure that the car is locked then walks up to you, holding out his hands as if to bring the bags.

"You have to open the door." You say. "I don't know how."

He hands you a key to his house as he grabs the bags. "That's your copy." He says, your eyes widening in surprise.

His house is always so clean, does he have it clean everyday? You follow him into the kitchen. He sets down the bags and you take them out onto the table.

"Next time, I'll cook for you. For now, I'm really hungry." He unwraps his food and starts eating. You just stare at him as he munches down the food.

For the 3 months you've dated, you told him about your tendencies which is probably why he wants to eat with you all the time. It may seem patronizing at times, but you know he means well.

You finish up your food, well most of it at least.

You wrap it all back up and put it back in the bag. He takes it and goes into the kitchen. You follow behind him.

"Some wine?" He offers, holding up a bottle of red. You shrug. "Why not?"

He hands you the bottle then he takes out two glasses. "Let's watch a movie." He suggests. You proceed into the living room.

He opens the bottle and pours it into your glasses. You flip through every movie mentioning their title until you decided on one.

You sat almost a seat away from each other, enjoying the wine and the movie.

Which is a lie, well, for you at least. The wine is nice but you couldn't concentrate on the movie. There's too many things that your mind is thinking about. Like, Why did he give me a copy of his key?

"Your thoughts are louder than this movie, darling." You almost choked on air. Did I say something out loud?

"Hmm?" You voiced, looking over to him as if you got distracted from the movie. He turns off the TV and sets his wine glass down. He gestures at your glass and  you hand it to him, he sets it down as well.

"What's on your mind, darling? I just want to know." He scooches closer and holds your hand.

"Nothing, I was just trying to watch the movie." Liar, you fiddle with his hand while the silence crept in.

"I know you've been thinking a lot, your hangnails are almost ripped, I don't mean to be rude but you've been mumbling as well. I just can't make up what you're trying to say." He says, squeezing your hand.

"A lot of them... I can answer myself, so it's fine." You say biting the inside of your lower lip.

"I know you can, but I'd like to know some of them, too." He says. Am I being unfair with keeping my thoughts to myself?

"Hmm," You open your mouth just to close it again.

"Come on, darling. I just want to make it up to you." He moves closer, your thighs touching and his warmth is immediately soothing. He kisses your knuckles, waiting for you to respond.

I guess we can start with the recent one. "Why... why did you give me a key to your house?" You don't want to assume, maybe he just needs you to hold it for him when he loses his copy.

"Well, I just want you to have it because I trust you." He answers. "What else?" He pulls your calves to rest on his thighs.

"Last week, when you said... what you said. What do you mean by that?" You closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself from the inevitable. You feel his hands on your calves, softly soothing and massaging them.

"You mean when I told you my feelings for you? What's there to misconstrue? Y/N, I know for some it's weird to say it out right but I don't expect you to say it back, I just wanted you to know." He holds your chin up. His eyes glistening with sincere adoration.

"You're a wonderful person, Y/N. It's hard to come by someone like you." He says. You pull away, holding your tears back. Why am I about to cry?

"I..." Your throat is filling up with more of the pesky butterflies. "I'm sorry." He furrows his eyebrows, almost taken aback.

"I'm sorry, I doubted you. I was upset and it was a really weird timing. We've known each other for all of 3 months. I have way too many insecurities that it might've scared you away..." Tears pricked your eyes, you look away as you blink multiple times.

"I thought you only said that after our first time having sex. I doubted even more since you disappeared for a week. I thought I wasted time and feelings for 3 months." You bring your hand to your mouth to stop your rambling.

He pulls your hand back down, cupping your chin to make you look at him. At the moment your eyes meet his, your tears fell. His hands cup your face, thumbs wiping your tears. You lean into the comfort of his touch.

"I'm sorry I made you upset." He smiles a little, your eyebrows furrowing. "It's inappropriate that I'm kind of happy, but it's rare that you bear your feelings outright. I just wish you can tell me more about it, its hard to read you at times." He pulls you into his embrace.

The steady beat of his heart calms you down. You pull away a little to look up at him. "I just haven't had the best luck in dating, I've had similar experiences where I bared my all and they left me because of it. I just don't want to scare you away with my emotions." You paused. "But Loki, I like you as well."

"Last week was a weird rollercoaster of emotions for me. I didn't want to message you first since I knew you were busy with work, but when you weren't contacting me during our regular times it threw me off. I started thinking the worst case scenarios to which I cannot do anything." You bury your face in his chest, his warmth even more comforting.

"I thought maybe you've gotten what you wanted and then left. Maybe I wasn't responsive enough that it turned you off." He chuckles at that. "I just overthink a lot and a lot of people don't want someone whose always thinking of the worst case scenarios." you took a deep breath.

"I can't stop you from overthinking, I can't change that, that's you. I can't say that I don't do the same but I feel that I can trust you enough..." He trails off.

"About the responsive thing, I-- you were perfect as you are." He laughs nervously. His voice becoming hoarser.

Your eyes meet and you can tell what's on his mind. "You can't turn me off of you." He says, almost whispers it to you.

You glance at his lips then back to his eyes. He inches in closer, and you do the same.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks. "Yes please." You say before closing in and linking your lips.

His hand at your nape, cradling your head as if he can pull you in any closer. His other hand still holding yours. His tongue slides between your lips, fighting for dominance until you gave in.

You pull away to catch your breath. You've made out so many times but he never fails to take your breath away with his hot and heavy kisses.

"It's hard to move in these clothes." You murmur.

"Do you want to get changed? You can use my clothes." He points his thumb towards his room.

"Sometimes you read me so well but there are times that you have no clue." You say, standing up and removing your blouse.

You pull him up to continue the kiss. His hands caress your upper body. You pull at his shirt. He takes this as a hint and you continue to make out. He pulls you closer, trying to feel you more. He unzips your pants as he trails down his kisses.

He kneels in front of you and peels your pants off. You stepped out of it.

He kisses your legs then your inner thighs. You inhale sharply as he grazed your slit against your underwear. His finger hooks into your underwear and removes it agonizingly slow. Your slick connecting to the fabric of your panties in a single strand. You watch as he licks his lips. You catch his eyes and his blown out pupils stares back you, hungry.

You stood there almost naked, with him still kneeling in front of you.

With his eyes still locked with yours, his fingers found it way towards your opening. He slides it up and down, pulling it away and licking the wetness off.

You feel your face getting warm. He rests your leg on his shoulder. His breath fanning at your exposed self. He drags his tongue from your slit to your clit, making you shudder in bliss as his lips close around your nub. Closing your eyes to feel this pleasure.

Soft gentle sucks and his fingers prodding at your entrance. You moan when you find him looking intently at you. You clasp your fingers at his black locks, gently pulling as you feel your knees grow weaker at the increasing pleasure.

"Loki..." You moan out his name when his fingers curled and wrist twisted so perfectly pressing at your spot. You legs felt like jelly as you almost fell onto him.

He pushed you back to the couch, your feet rests on the couch at the either side of your legs. His hands firmly holding them open at your ankles.

He latches his lips back to your opening. The once languid licks turns ravenous, he eats you like a starved man.

You grab at his shoulders, then his arms and back at his hair. Unsure whether you want to push him away or pull him closer.

He lets go of one your ankles to bring his fingers back into your core. Fingers thrusting at the rhythm of his tongue. You clench at his fingers and squirm underneath him.

He's relentless, and you feel it, the impending snap of the coil in your stomach. He groans into you and with a brush of his curled fingers on your spot, you exploded in your euphoria.

Shaking, he continues to eat you out. "L-Loki, please." You feel his smirk. He lets go of your other ankle, waving his forefinger at you as he continues to eat his fill.

You feel a second wave coming. You close your legs around his head but he continues to lap at you. Effectively making you pull harder at his hair when you come a second time.

He continues his sweet torture, for a third, a fourth, you've lost count. You've surrendered to the pleasure of his overstimulation. Spasming every so often as he pulls orgasms after orgasms at you.

He slows his pace, softly kissing your swollen clit. Wet kisses to your inner thighs. He licks up your torso then the soft spot on your neck.

Your fingers laced at his hair, "You taste so good, I couldn't help myself." He whispers to your ear. Kissing your lobe, cheek and your lips. Slow, sensual and passionate.

"I think I might be in love with you, Darling." He whispers when he's caught his breath, leaning his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, a smile breaking at your lips as you pull him closer.

thanks you so much for reading :>

[sparklingpax]

super random & well, clearly no one asked for this but gahhhhhh I want to ramble 😳

I was thinking again....about Masterforce lmao when will I stop? Who cares? Why even? Beats me 😅

Oh yes! This is canon talk, I'm saving all my lengthy Reverie-related rambling for a later time 😙✨

And ummm. Typos. I'm really sorry if you come across any, I wrote this out on my phone & it's usually sloppier when I do that 😳

///

so of course, we know that Minerva does (or it looks like she does?) handle medical stuff for the Autobots from when she starts as a part of the team/becomes a Headmaster JR with her friends. But like, say things happened and the kids never joined the Autobot team.

Did,,,,,did they have anyone else in mind as a medic of sorts? Was there anyone already in that preexisting role?? Like, even during the events of the series, were there any adults who could have served that role or was Minerva the only actual "medic" there? And again, if she wasn't part of the team, were they all gonna chill & hope no one got any potentially fatal wounds/otherwise while they fight against the Decepticons??

Nothing that I can remember was explicitly stated about that....

So returning to my thoughts! Because I wanted to come to a conclusion of my own with this!! Even though this is like, so pointless, I wanted to muse my thoughts here. In case,,,anyone at all cares 😳

My thinking is one of three things.

One:

-the first thing I suggested is true; none of them rlly know how to deal with this stuff and they all try their best Not To Die. And reference whatever they can find in their computers.

-Since being on Earth, when it comes to human stuff, they're grateful for Google (which of course would work since Google and other search engines are obv a thing by 2020 😹)

Two:

-All of them have basic training in medical stuff--both Cybertronian and Human-related

-this includes things they learned while in the Military Academy they trained in/graduated from back on Cybertron; then coming to be stationed on earth (and taking on human forms to integrate into human society) they compiled basic info on human beings and all their biology, sciences (everything they could study and document) over many years of observation and firsthand encountering the need to treat wounds and other stuff while in their human bodies/for other humans around them

-since any of them is more or less fully equipped to handle any medical situation then they agreed amongst themselves there wouldn't be an explicit need for one designated medic, and that was the end of that matter.

-Then Minerva joined the team and most of those duties ended up as her own

Three:

-Only one person received said basic training, the others rely on whatever information they have on humans or anything in their computers/databases if that one member isn't present to deal with what's happening.

-My theory is that the leader of any team on Cybertron would have receive enough training in every field possibly required to run a functional team, especially one being sent on an assignment far from Cybertron (as is the case with them being stationed on Earth). This would be the main qualifying reason a bot would be assigned as a team leader in the first place, and so naturally that makes Hawk the aforementioned "one person."

-plus!! Taking other medics from other TF series, they seem to play the group "science-oriented person" role too; Hawk is specifically stated to be an astrophysicist and as we see, he's in charge of when they build the Godbomber, it's he who takes the Godmaster bracelets and analyzes them with Ginrai, etc. He's clearly!!! Shown to be more scientifically inclined than the others!! So idk, going off that, it just. works??

-After Minerva takes on medic duties, it's clear she's better at handling it than he is but his training still stands so...the Autobots have two people who can handle what the team will need.

-If there was a second member, then I would guess Waverider, and I'd gues he learned on his own either in the academy as well or while on earth (or both) and volunteered to help with that role. My reason is how he has a day job that seems to consist of working at different aquariums and ocean-related research centers (it's never really specified if he has one type of job, he just does a lot of things 🤔) so...he seems like the type of person to be interested in something like this enough to learn it. Plus, Landmine doesn't seem the type, and Cloudburst always seems to be busy with his day job so...they wouldn't & don't. Their fortes lie elsewhere 💫

...

Also, unrelated and hanging onto the topic by the thinnest thread (lol 💀), but I also had a thought that Hawk probably handles a TON of stuff for the team & is overworked as heck (I can make another smol discussion post about this I have examplessss and thoughtsss 👁️ just lmk and then it'll be sooner rather than months from now lmaoo 😳) like, yes, everyone does what they must, but he does a lot more and a little bit of everything. So I'm thinking part of the reason he gave up leadership of the Autobots to Ginrai stems from this; he can have just a bit more time and headspace to handle everything he has on his plate. He's still commander of the Pretenders, as we know, but now the responsibility of Autobot leadership falls on Ginrai. Hawk perhaps disagrees with the decisions from higher-ups that demand a team leader to practically have to do everything, and feels that a team is better off with a second-in-command that has those skills, and in command, a leader with different strengths.

[veraashh]

Gum (Tom)

been reading some prof!tom lately.

PAIRING: Prof!Tom x Reader

SUMMARY: Maybe chewing gum is not such a bad idea.

reblogs/feedbacks/likes are much appreciated and highly encouraged. DO NOT REPOST/STEAL MY WORK. :<

WARNINGS: depictions of chewing gum, reader is a tired college senior, real person fiction, age gap (tom is 40, y/n is 20's), SFW-ish, implied smut?, minor Dom/Sub dynamics?, sorry for typos or grammar mistakes English isn't my first language. ~any other warnings not mentioned~

WORDS: 580~

You were trying your best to not fall asleep during his lectures. It's only 7pm and you already feel tired. You've been infront of your computer screen since this morning. Only leaving for small breaks inbetween classes.

Online classes are fine for the most part but your university mandated to keep your cameras open to simulate some normalcy. Other than that you couldn't really complain much.

You reach for your gum near your monitor. Sneakily, you pop it into your mouth. You chew and the movement of your jaw already helping.

You wouldn't have this class on your senior year of college if it weren't for the mix up in the loading of your subjects freshman year. However, you don't really mind since a certain blue eyed enthusiastic professor is teaching your missed class.

Professor Tom Hiddleston, his blue eyes sparkle as he goes on and on about the lecture, a love for literature you both shared.

As you absentmindedly chewed your gum, staring at his video instead of the prepared presentation, a loud clearing of throat pulls you from your reverie.

It came from him. You straighten up in your seat, when you unconsciously leaned over your desk, daydreaming about your professor.

He clears his throat once again. "Miss Y/L/N?" Your eyes widened, moving your mouse to unmute only to notice it already unmuted. You feel all the blood rush up your head as embarrassment washes over you.

Panicking inwardly as you think about how loud were you chewing or sighing, worse maybe mumbling something. It seems like you blacked out the last few minutes.

"Did you have something to add?" He asks, a playful smirk on his lips. You quickly shake your head. "No, sir." You mute yourself, trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, as much as I love to hear all of you. I would appreciate it if you keep your mics on mute during the lecture and reserve your questions right after." The whole class sends affirming messages on the chatbox. If only the ground could swallow you now, you'd gladly let it.

"Thank you so much, class." There was pause, a thought flashing through his eyes. He opens his mouth only to close it again. But he chooses to let the idea out.

"Oh, before we have a short break. Miss Y/L/N?" He calls out to you again. Butterflies swarm your stomach with haste, heart beating out of your chest.

"Will you spit or swallow?" He says, your jaw almost dropped but the glint of his eyes was different. It excited you. You bite your lip before opening your mic.

"Swallow, sir." You smirked and swallowed your gum. He smiles, chuckling to himself.

"Good girl." He whispers, if you weren't listening well you would've missed it. "Right, thank you. We'll be taking a short break, be back in 15 minutes." With that your classmates left, faces shocked at what just happened.

When it was only the two of you left in the meeting, he speaks up. "Do you have other plans for tonight?" He smiles, your legs pressing together at his sultry voice.

You take a second to think, to try and tease him. "I don't think so..." He laughs softly.

"Dinner?" He asks, a playful glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. A one word question that's making you think there's something more instore with the way the words played on his tongue.

"Would love to, sir."

thank you so much for reading :>