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cosmic-ghost-hermit · 5 months ago

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What mask do you wear that is keeping you from the rebirth you have been waiting for?

I have a ton of prompts that I have waiting! My partner picked this one intuitively for the day so shout out to them. The decks used today are the Star Spinner Tarot, the Healing Waters Oracle and the Starseed Oracle. Take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new experiences.

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Leo, Pisces, Cancer

Song: Magic by B.o.B.

Vibes: Pink, blue, yellow, mice, rabbits, corvids, dice, bear, mushroom, 666, watermelon, kiwi, pancakes, hockey, activism, university, fairies, Amaterasu

Cards: The Sun, The Moon, 6 of Wands, The Waterfall, Cracked Open

Hello, pile one! The mask you wear is a mask of logic. You think you need to see it to believe it. You have a tendency to see the worst-case scenario in a lot of situations. You see life as guilty until proven innocent. This point of view is understandable but it is limiting your success. Why assume that you will fail before you have even begun? Especially, because you are so capable and a powerful manifester. You seem to believe that you deserve to fail. This belief is a subconscious belief that you can definitely remove easily if you just knew it was there. Take this mask off and you will see your dreams come true! Your manifestation will come true fast and easy it'll feel like the impossible became mundane. Spread your wings and fly my dear. You don't need to fear jumping from the nest. You have always been ready no matter who told you that you weren't. I believe in you, the universe believes in you! Please believe in yourself too!

PILE TWO

Astrology: Scorpio, Aquarius, Sagittarius

Song: We Are Golden by MIKA

Vibes: Lavender, periwinkle, gold, make-up, skin routine, hair routine, routine in general, butterflies, dragons, 444, sleeping beauty, roses, stars, crown, the sky, chocolate

Cards: King of Cups, 4 of Swords, 4 of Pentacles, Thank You, The Golden Children

Hi, pile two! Welcome to your reading. This miiiight be a little hard to hear so heads up on that. You are being held back by a mask that can't exist in the present. You are constantly thinking of what will be to the point where when you get the manifestation you were wishing for you can't even enjoy it because your mind has already turned to the next achievement to work towards. You are incredibly driven but I see how unsatisfied you feel about all that you do because of this mask. Take time to congratulate yourself! Take time to give yourself a gold star for your efforts. You worked so hard!!! Thank yourself for working so hard. Thank the world for what you have in front of you. What you will have is important to work towards but what you have now is still worthy of recognition. Look back at how much you put into what you have now. Look at all that you have achieved! It's hard for you to recall. The tunnel vision you get from the task at hand is blinding you from everything you have already done. Please see how well you have performed so far. Acknowledge yourself. Acknowledge your strength. Your inner child is screaming at me "ACKNOWLEDGE ME ACKNOWLEDGE ME ACKNOWLEDGE ME!!!!" You need to hear them because wow they are yelling loud. Don't just buy them something nice by the way. Genuinely allow them to feel happy about what they have done. Pat them on the head and tell them you see them.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Libra, Aries, Capricorn, Taurus

Song: The Call by Regina Spektor

Vibes: Pastel pink, yellow, teal, clocks, falcons, Horus, armor, coy fish, 8888, storms, renaissances festival, mermaids, libedo, strawberries, cucumbers, caramel

Cards: 6 of Cups, 8 of Wands, 8 of Pentacles, Let It Rain, Star Brothers

Pile three, welcome. You wear a mask of perfectionism. You have the belief that only you can perform tasks to the right standard. Part of this belief is good but some of it is holding you back. I am glad you have confidence in your abilities and feel capable enough to do things on your own. The problem is you feel this way a lot more than is physically healthy. You believe it so deeply it makes you over-exert yourself constantly. You probably feel super tired all the time. Part of you longs immensely for help with all the tasks you do. It feels lonely to do everything alone with no companionship. Let me tell you a little secret, my friend. Let them fail. Let people underperform the tasks that aren't and shouldn't be your responsibility. If you let things slip through the cracks it might seem like you are failing but really what you are doing by letting people fail is helping others learn lessons. You are doing yourself and the people around you a disservice by taking responsibility for tasks that need to be failed. If the people around you fail, they will be more likely to learn faster. You are robbing them of lessons and exhausting yourself in the process. That literally helps no one. The next time you see someone not doing their job properly. Let them. Let them not do their job. If someone else tries to make it your problem you tell them what I just told you, okay? It will make you a better teacher and the people around you better students. Let people fuck it up. Trust the universe. Trust people to learn even if it takes them a couple times to figure it out. Failure is the best lesson teacher.

PILE 4

Astrology: Capricorn, Gemini, Virgo

Song: Hell's Coming With Me by Poor Man's Poison

Vibes: Purple, lilac, navy blue, ibis bird, Thoth, architecture, stars, akashic records, 3rd eye chakra, crown charka, dreams, diamonds, lilys, daffodils, angels, whiskey, pyramids, curse breaker, dragonfruit, mangoes

Cards: The High Priestess, The Star, Ace of Swords, Stagnant Waters, Star Ancestors

Hi there, pile four. You wear a mask of imposter syndrome. You don't think you've done enough. It doesn't matter how much you have achieved. You never think it is enough. You are blind to how much you do. You have the belief that the world would be better off without you but the thing is. You raise the planet's vibration WAAAAY more than you believe. You have such a good heart and you are so balanced. You are kind, smart, intuitive, wise and witty. I wish you could see yourself clearly because you are truly an angel. The thing is all the things I just named are things you wish to be. You wish it as if you aren't aligned with those things already. The mask you are wearing is distorting your vision of your true self. The only thing holding you back is your perception of yourself. Let go of the past criticism that plagues you, my dear. You took that critique in stride and grew far past your initial goal. You have succeeded already. You already did it! Congratulations on being super awesome and cool! You don't need to wish upon a star anymore, baby! You are already a star yourself. <3 Change your view of yourself and you will be UNSTOPPABLE!!!

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eff4freddie · 1 month ago

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After She Left | Ten

Words: 5k

After the dramatic expulsion of Steven and Wren, things settle down a little in Jackson. You've found a way to keep tutoring Ellie that keeps you out of Joel's orbit, and Joel is trying to adapt to his new situation at home. He'll fight hard not to feel things, but he'll always lose when it comes to his girls.

Chapter warnings: Angst, reader gets drunk but isn't out of control, reader is almost as bad at feelings at Joel is, lots of pining coupled with vague attempts to deny anything's wrong

A/N: Coming to the end of the second act now, which means things are going to ramp up again soon. Ya'll wanted emotionally tortured Joel doing penance for being a dick, and you got it!

Nine | Series Masterlist | Eleven

‘Ok, who can tell me what the capital of America is?’ you asked, nearly saying ‘was’ before you caught yourself. Almost all hands raised in the air.

‘Washington DC,’ Dina answered, confidently. You nodded.

‘Excellent, and why was it named Washington?’

‘It was named after George Washington!’ Mika nearly screamed, because he liked a competition.

‘And who was he?’ you prompted, trying not to laugh at the way he was practically bouncing up and down on his chair.

‘He was the first president!’ Mika yelled again, and you grinned.

‘Very good, but take a breath my man,’ you said. He slumped, sucking in the air around him like he’d run a marathon.

‘How did he die?’ Ellie asked, suddenly. She’d been quiet all morning.

‘He got sick, umm…a throat thing,’ you said, trying to remember your eighth-grade history.

‘That’s it?’ she asked.

‘Was he infected?’ Mika asked, suddenly panicky, and Ellie rolled her eyes.

‘They didn’t have the fungus back then, dumbass,’ she hissed.

‘Ellie!’ you gasped, surprise on your face. ‘Apologise to Mika right now.’

She looked at you, just as surprised by your tone. A moment passed between you, a correction, you realised, of a dynamic that had started to creep. You were her teacher and her tutor and her friend, and also for a while you had been sort of seeing her Dad, but that wasn’t a thing anymore and now you had to discipline her, and Jackson was a really fucking small town but right now it felt like it could fit on the head of a pin.

You thought, for a moment, that she was going to fight you. But you watched her deflate, the anger seeping out of her bones.

‘M’sorry,’ she said. You hazarded a glance at Mika, who was now almost completely folded in on himself.

‘It’s OK,’ he said. It wasn’t.

You waited until the end of the day to pull Ellie aside.

‘Ok, what was that before?’ you asked, and she shrugged. She had been quiet again for the rest of the day, not willing to be drawn on questions you knew she had the answer to, and when it came to math in the afternoon she had just stared out the window and drew circles on her paper. You held in a sigh. ‘Mika looks up to you, y’know,’ trying the time-honoured tradition of guilt tripping to keep a teenager in line.

‘I know,’ she said, looking up at you, then, defiant and angry again. ‘I know he does but how is that my job?’

‘OK…’ you started, feeling already that you were getting tugged out to sea by her riptide. ‘I think maybe we need to reset…’

‘Like, did he even ask me if I wanted him to follow me around like a fuckin’ puppy? No. And I don’t want him to. I don’t want to hang out with some stupid fuckin’ kid. It’s embarrassing. What about what I want to do?’

It was a lot in a short period of time, and you were torn on how best to approach it. On the one hand you should probably cool her down, on the other she was finally speaking up about whatever it was that was bothering you. On a third hand she was swearing quite a fucking lot.

‘Ellie…’ you started, but you stopped when you realised her eyes were growing red. ‘Hey, kiddo…’

‘Don’t,’ she said, holding her hand up to you. ‘Not your kiddo.’

‘No, but…but I care about you…’

She bit her lip, obviously wanting to take it all back. You felt a compulsion to wrap her up in your arms and hug her tightly to you, but you knew she wasn’t the type for that. She tugged on her long sleeves. ‘Why do I feel like this isn’t really about Mika?’ you hazarded.

‘He’s moving her into the house,’ Ellie spat, the tears starting to roll down her cheeks. ‘He didn’t even ask me what I wanted.’

It had been weeks since you’d been over there, Ellie choosing to come to you for your sessions. You had thought, initially, that she was trying to spare you from having to deal with Joel, but suddenly you saw it in a different light. You were respite. You were a port in a storm.

You swallowed your own feelings down, a little kick in the gut that would have looked a lot like anguish if you decided to turn your gaze to it.

‘He said she could have the spare room, but then she just moved all her stuff straight into his.’

You weren’t going to think about it. Not about her asleep in his sheets, wrapped up in his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses to her forehead while she slept. None of it.

‘Oh, that’s…’ you started, but couldn’t think how to answer that question. Part of you was howling, while another part of you was working so hard to remind yourself you didn’t care anymore.

‘I’m gonna move out,’ she said, and your attention snapped back to her.

‘What? Ellie you can’t…’

‘There’s a studio out the back, its got proper insulation. Tommy checked in. It has electricity. I’m fuckin’ going out there.’

‘And Joel is OK with that?’ you asked, and she looked down at her shoes.

‘He seemed kind of relieved,’ she muttered. You put a hand on her shoulder.

‘That can’t have been it,’ you said. She looked up into your eyes, and you plastered what you hoped was a confident expression on your face. ‘Can’t have been,’ you repeated.

You were restless. It had been a few hours since your conversation with Ellie and you’d been turning it over in your head like a puzzle you could put together if you could just find the right piece. It was silly, but you wanted to know if Joel had ever felt anything for you, or for anyone in the past twenty years, or if it had been Shauna the whole time. If he’d just been waiting for her, hoping and pining, and you’d been a convenient way to spend his time until she appeared.

It just seemed so fast, that they were already together. You wondered if they had ever really, truly, been apart.

You paced in front of your doorway. The nights were getting cold again, and it was getting darker earlier, and so you didn’t really feel like going for a walk. You wanted to go and see Maria and Baby Robin, but you felt strange about it now, seeing her with Shauna as often as you did. You had the strange feeling of having been corrected and replaced, a new version of you with edits, out and about living the life you should have if you had been any good at it.

You’d already eaten. The little makeshift library would be closed. You thought about dropping in on Billy at the wall, but the wind was picking up and you weren’t sure when Joel’s next shift was. You hated that you still navigated by his bearings.

At your front porch, you let your legs walk you where they wanted to. As you listened to the crunch of your boots on the gravel you thought of life beyond the wall, tried to imagine all the horrors Shauna would have been dealing with out there. She travelled with two men, and you weren’t so naïve that you didn’t know what that would have cost her. You wondered if she’d spent time in a QZ, if she’d had a job there. She didn’t seem like the type to be enlisted; she probably would have been too old on outbreak day.

You had to believe it was unintentional, her finding Joel and Jackson. You couldn’t think of any way it couldn’t have been, and you tried. So, what was it then that she had found him, in a world almost totally wiped clear, other than a kind of kismet? Who were you to interfere in luck that strong? In something so fated as to be almost impossible. You weren’t a religious person, not spiritual in any real way, not after everything you’d seen and lost, but even you had to respect when the Universe was sending such an obvious message.

You stopped, looking up to discover your feet had marched you to the Bison. Fair enough. If you weren’t going to ignore clear and obvious and pretty fucking painful messages from the Universe, you better not start now.

Joel was irritated. More than irritated, more than frustrated. Shauna was in his place all the fuckin’ time now, and he wasn’t entirely sure how it got to be that way, and now Ellie was talking about movin’ out to the studio right as the weather was turning, right as the cold was going to set back in, and he was going to go knocking on her door one day and find her frozen fuckin’ solid under some thin little blanket Tommy has scrounged up for her instead of warm and safe under his roof.

He stood out the front of his porch, looking suspiciously at the potted plants Shauna had lined up against the railing. She said it was about being homely, about bringing in a little colour, but Joel couldn’t help but notice all of her womanly touched appeared at the front of the place. Visible from the street.

He paced. He’d done another shift on the wall and normally he’d be desperate to sit down, rest his knees and his back. Take some of the pressure off his aching bones. But now his house felt different, like it wasn’t fully his own. He’d lost something. Another something.

Ducking under the side windows he made it way around the back to the studio, careful to push the door open just enough to slip in unheard from the house. He didn’t turn the light on, didn’t want to draw any attention. He stood in the middle of it, staring at the bare window and the cold concrete floor.

He’d been grateful for the peace, for a while. With Steve and Wren excised from the community things settled in. Shauna was getting back on track with the council, seemed to have settled more into her role as Maria’s almost PA, as Tommy’s kind of but not quite assistant. She hummed when she cooked dinner, some kind of tuneless melody that might have been a song he could recognise before she mangled it. She was no better chef than she was twenty years ago.

It had just come on so quickly, his history clawing out of the depths and grabbing him by the middle. Fast enough he hadn’t noticed until he was pulled under.

He heard the door creak and he swung around, bracing.

‘Sorry, brother,’ Tommy said, arms up in surrender. ‘Didn’t realise you were in here.’

‘Keep your voice down,’ Joel muttered, pulling his brother in and easing the door closed.

‘You in hidin’ in here?’ Tommy asked, and Joel huffed out a frustrated sigh.

‘Just didn’t feel like…dealing with anything for a minute,’ he said. Tommy watched as his older brother grimaced, holding his hip.

‘You hurt?’ he asked.

‘Nah,’ Joel dismissed, waving the brotherly concern away. ‘Just been on the couch the last few weeks, ain’t sure it ever had springs worth a damn but twenty years ain’t helped it none.’

‘On the couch, huh?’ Tommy asked, surprised by this little glimpse into Joels’ home life.

‘I ain’t with Shauna,’ Joel said, because he could read his brother’s mind, being so similar to his own.

Tommy nodded, walking to the wall of the room and leaning against it, one leg bent at the knee as he rested his foot behind him.

‘So what’s goin’ on there, brother?’ he asked, and watched as Joel turned away.

‘She just…she’s just suddenly everywhere,’ Joel said, after a while.

‘When you moved her out of ours, I thought…’

‘She said it was too damp, that it was makin’ her stuffed up. I dunno. She used to get real sneezy in the Spring.’

Tommy nodded at this. He’d been happy to have his garage back, but he considered now he might have been a little too keen to push her out.

‘How did I lose it again?’ Joel asked, almost to himself.

‘What do you…’

‘She was under m’roof, now she’s movin’ out here to the cold. We were a family, for a second, we were safe. There was a kind of…’

‘Peace,’ Tommy supplied, and Joel nodded.

‘I failed her again, Tommy,’ he said, voice thick enough that Tommy faltered. ‘Both of ‘em,’ he said.

Tommy didn’t need to ask who. He’d seen the change in his brother when Ellie started tutoring, had seen the way he was fighting happiness like he couldn’t quite believe it, like he knew all too well what it was like to have it ripped out from under him, to have it bleed in his arms. Knew his brother and that he was a fast learner, that he wasn’t often fooled twice.

‘You didn’t believe it,’ Tommy said, after a while. Joel nodded, fighting hard to keep tamping down whatever was currently trying to crawl up and out of his sternum.

‘Every time I look at Shauna…’ he said, stopping for a second to catch his breath. ‘She has her eyes, Tommy.’

Tommy smiled warmly at this, having noticed the same. It might have been why he offered Shauna the garage in the first place, so sure he was watching Sarah stare back at her uncle through her mother’s eyes. It had made it impossible to say no, and he hadn’t wanted to.

‘No…’ Joel was saying, ‘you don’t unnerstand.’ Tommy realised there were tears threatening to spill down Joel’s cheeks. ‘She’s there every time I look at Shauna, but she’s not there, not in the right now. Every time I look at Shauna I think about m’little girl. I think about all the love for her, cuz it’s still right there, Tommy.’ Joel rubbed at his chest, thumping over his heart. ‘And…I think about losin’ her. I think about those eyes going hazy starin’ up at me in that damn field.’

Joel felt his stomach roll, worried for a moment the memory was so strong he would conjure it in front of himself. He could smell her blood again, mixed in with the dirt and the long grass.

‘Shauna’s here all the damn time, and now it’s like it was all yesterday again. I see m’little girl’s face gone all pale, I feel her in my arms…’

Joel stopped. He didn’t have the words anymore, couldn’t trust that he would be able to speak them out loud. He realised he was shaking, that he was close to toppling over when he took a step back and had to steady himself on the bench. In moments he was wrapped in his brother’s arms, holding on nearly as tight as the moment they’d been reunited the first time Joel made it to Jackson.

‘I know, brother, I see it too,’ Tommy said, feeling his own tears tracking down his cheeks.

‘Shauna’s costin’ me everything. Teach, maybe Ellie… I can’t stand it, but I can’t… I want her near, Tommy. I gotta look after her, cuz there’s my little girl in those eyes, and I can’t fuckin’ fail her again.’

Tommy nodded, his words too caught up in his throat. All he could do was nod, clap his brother on the back a few times. After a minute he let go, rearranging his jacket and clearing his throat as Joel composed himself a few paces away.

‘When Ellie said she wanted to come out here I was almost…it almost felt like a good thing. I dunno…some kind of, separation maybe? From history and…whatever the fuck this is now.’

Tommy didn’t really understand, probably would never, but he agreed with his big brother just the same.

‘We can make it real nice in here, Joel. We can make it warm, make sure its dry. I’m already thinkin’ about rugs, Maria reckons she can sew up some curtains.’

Joel appraised the room. He had seen his brother repair worse.

‘She’s a teenager, would have wanted her own space one day anyhow,’ he rationalised, and Tommy agreed.

‘It might be good for you both, especially with…’ Tommy nodded to the house. ‘You really want an angry teenager in your house 24/7?’

‘Dealt with you OK,’ Joel said, and he was smiling again, if a little tentatively.

‘Ahh, I was a fuckin’ angel compared to you, brother,’ Tommy said. He slapped his brother on the back again as if he could push the shrivelled little kernel of loss out, shoot it out of his chest and onto the floor beside them, let it rattle around unnoticed, roll under a cabinet and gather dust.

You’d found a seat at the bar, the booths mostly taken out by groups or couples. You hadn’t considered that you would be so obviously alone when you first walked in, and you scanned around you to see if anyone was looking. To your relief, none of them were.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent hours of your life drinking at the Bison. But usually with Billy, or Maria before Tommy came along, and then eventually Tommy, too. But this felt different. You ordered a whiskey from Paulie on the bar, and willed your fingers to still.

It took twenty minutes for you to relax, exchanging glances with Paulie and feeling the hairs on the back of your neck tingle each time you thought someone was looking your way. A second whiskey in you found yourself caring less, the warmth running down your throat and into your chest. It was starting to feel more and more like a very good idea to come in here.

You heard laughter to your left, and turned to see Guillaume and Jonah chuckling to each other. You caught their eye, not able to look back fast enough, and they clocked you watching. They nodded to you, raising their glass. Embarrassed, you did the same.

It took a few minutes before Guillaume pealed away, leaving Jonah on his own. You swallowed, watching out of your peripheral vision as he slid off his stool and came to stand within striking distance of you.

‘Hi,’ he said, when you insisted on still pretending you didn’t know he was there. You felt your shoulders tighten as you turned to him.

‘Hi there,’ you said, trying to sound bright and easy but your tongue suddenly sluggish under all that booze. He was smiling, though, his face open as he moved to perch beside you.

‘Drinking alone?’ he asked, and you shrugged.

‘It’s after 5,’ you reminded him, and he grinned.

‘That’s true,’ he said, raising his hands in mock apology. ‘You go about your business.’

The way he said it reminded you of so many of the FEDRA soldiers you had worked besides, and sometimes opposite. Go about your business, uttered to the gathering crowd while a rifle wavered in the face of a thirteen-year-old kid caught stealing from the breadline. You blinked, those memories almost ten years old and still enough to jolt you right down to the bone.

‘You’ve been abandoned,’ you observed, your voice oddly strained.

‘Nah, I asked Guillaume to take a hike,’ Jonah said, shrugging.

‘You did? Why?’ you asked, and he put his head on his side to observe you properly as he grinned.

‘Wanted to talk to you.’

Oh, you thought. Fuck. Flirting. What was that again? You felt your face arrange itself into a look of surprise, without your instruction. Jonah’s grin faltered.

‘Unless you don’t want me to talk to you…I mean, if you want to be alone of course I’ll leave you…’

It was just so different. He was just telling you what he was thinking, and he was considering your feelings, and he was smiling warmly at you without giving the impression that it cost him something to do it.

‘No, keep me company. If you leave it’ll really look like I have a drinking problem.’

As he ordered himself another beer and a lemonade for you, you studied his profile. He was younger than Joel, either in his late 30s or early 40s – it was hard to tell because the apocalypse tended to age a person – and you observed that he had deep lines around his eyes from when he smiled. He was clean-shaven, kept his hair short except for an unruly curly bit on the top that looked like it had a mind of its own. His nails were neatly trimmed. You didn’t know why that mattered to you, but for some reason it did. He was good looking, you realised. In a conventional kind of way. In the real world he would have done well for himself.

‘I’ve gotta say, I was kind of scared to talk to you,’ Jonah said, and you caught the way he was blushing even in the dim lights of the Bison.

‘Oh? Why’s that?’ you asked, and he grinned at you.

‘I mean, you’re the one up on that hill teachin’ all these kids to read, about history and stuff, how the world works.’

‘You intimidated by a smart woman?’ you asked, and his smile faltered, slightly.

‘Intimidated…’ he said, as if he was tasting the word for the first time. ‘Maybe a little. Maybe just kinda shy.’

You genuinely weren’t sure what to make of this revelation. You let it roll around in your head for a while to see if you could make sense of it.

‘You worried I’m going to correct your grammar?’ you asked, and you laughed a little to let him know you were kidding, mostly.

‘Just not used to being so outgunned,’ he said, and oh he was very fucking charming when he wanted to be, actually. You felt your own blush creep up your cheeks to match his.

He went in eventually, ate dinner at the table with Shauna while she prattled on about her day, but he was restless again by bedtime, the couch and the scratchy blankets not appealing even despite the long day.

‘You could always join me upstairs,’ Shauna said, and Joel exhaled long and slow.

‘Ain’t gonna do that, Shauna. Told you before.’

Shauna shrugged at him, climbing three steps before stopping and turning back to him.

‘We’ll see when it gets real cold, Miller,’ she said, and he wasn’t sure whether she meant it to sound so much like a threat.

He decided on a whiskey, just one, to ease his body into sleep. He had generally been sober, seeing as though he had no hope of pills nor inclination to raid the infirmary and take from the community that sheltered him and his girls, but he stared at the ceiling enough nights to know he didn’t have it in him now.

There was a chill in the air, he noticed, as he walked silently to the Bison. Shauna was right, it would get cold in the living room soon enough. He’d have to check to see if there were heavier blankets. Put in a special request to Gollum next time there was a patrol.

He felt a little better, having talked it out with Tommy. He’d been finding it hard to figure what was going on, why he was so mad all the time, why he was dreaming of her again. It made sense when he said it out loud. Felt like he’d lanced some kind of mental boil, maybe a little. Didn’t feel so tight in his chest. He hadn’t realised he’d been walking around with a fist clenched in his gut until this moment, when it had finally, and ever so slightly, eased its grip.

The Bison was quiet, only a handful of couples and groups left in the booths. He’d taken three steps when he heard your laugh, a sing-song little thing that he’d first heard twinkle out of you when Ellie was reciting some of her favourite jokes from that damn pun book. His body turned on instinct to the sound.

You had your hand on the arm of one of Gollum’s men, his new patrol partner. You were smiling so warm and pretty as he told you some stupid fuckin’ story that had you giggling, light radiating off your face. There were a couple of empty glasses between you, your cheeks rosy from the warmth of the booze in your blood.

You were happy and you were relaxed, he realised, and he hadn’t seen you like that in a long time. Not since Shauna. Not since he…just…not since him.

Joel realised the clenched fist in his gut had only lessened its grip so that it could wind up a punch, hard and radiating right up to his solar plexus. He looked away, shame burning hard on his cheeks.

He wanted to march over there, rip you off the barstool and throw you over his shoulder, spank you on your behind as he carried you back to your place and reminded you who you belonged to, who wanted you.

Wanted to wrestle the little patrolman prick to the ground, kick a boot into his side and make him spit blood for the simple crime of having tried to take you from him.

Wanted to run over there, pull you into his arms and beg for your forgiveness.

Wanted to run.

He turned, fast, on his heel, pushing the door open and hearing it swing back behind him with a crack. He was down the step and out onto the street too fast to find out if anyone was following him, couldn’t imagine that they would. He let his brain tease him for a second that you had seen him, that he’d hear your sweet soft voice callin’ for him out of the nighttime, your little siren song.

He wondered what he’d say to you. If he had the words to make it better, what those would be. He sighed, frustrated with himself, heading back to his house and to the couch and to the scratchy blanket.

So many nights on that thing, staring at the ceiling and practicing what he might say to you. Night after night and not a single sentence to show for it.

You heard the door slam, momentarily drawn from your conversation with Jonah to wonder if everything was OK. You waited for the room to stop spinning, realising you’d had way more than you’d intended. You felt warm and kind of slippery inside, and you couldn’t remember if it was a school night, but your skeleton had stopped trying to crawl its way out of your body, and that was good enough for now.

‘You wanna keeptha party goin’?’ Jonah asked, and you blinked at him, wondering for a second what he could possibly mean.

‘You mean go back to your place and have sex?’ you asked, because the alcohol was making you blunt, even for you. You watched as Jonah spluttered, choking a little on the glass of water Paulie had insisted you both have.

‘I mean…if you’re…’

‘No,’ you said, simply. Not angry, not sad, not anything really. Just, no. You didn’t feel like it, weren’t sure you’d enjoy it when you’d had this much to drink.

‘Can I walk y’home, at least?’ he asked, and you considered it.

‘You might be more drunk than me,’ you concluded, and Jonah, in turn, gave this some thought.

‘I’d say there’sapretty goo’ chance thassright,’ he said.

‘If anything I might have to walk you home,’ you said. You were smart when you were drunk, you thought. Maybe you should be drunk more often.

‘Can’t do that, I’d feel lessofaman,’ Jonah said.

You were standing now, and so was Jonah, although he appeared to be having more difficulty with it.

‘Y’know the way?’ you asked, and he looked puzzled for a moment.

‘I do,’ Paulie said, clear as a bell, from behind the bar. ‘I’m closing up now, I’ll take him home myself.’

You nodded at this development. Yes, good. That made perfect sense. Everything did, all of a sudden.

‘Well then, I bid you…umm…adieu,’ you finished, with a flourish. You also spoke French when you were drunk, apparently. You contained fucking multitudes.

Out on the street the cold sobered you, and you winced a little as the world came back into focus. You had liked it when everything was just a little soupy. It had felt uncomplicated with Jonah. It had felt…good.

You followed the tracks in frost up the street, not stopping to consider whose they might be. As you got to the corner of your street you noticed that they veered off to the left, towards Joel’s house. You wondered if his lights would be on, if he would be up reading in bed, or whittling on his porch. You considered how late it was, and that Shauna was in there with him now, and you felt your stomach turn sour. You turned, walked the untrodden path to your place.

In the morning, a little packet of two not-terribly-expired Tylenol and a bottle of water appeared on your doorstep. More hungover than you could ever remember being, you drank the water and the pills down without stopping to question it. You marvelled at how well Jonah could apparently handle his drink. You wondered why he didn’t knock, or want to come in, but then you looked down and realised you were still in your clothes from the night before, and it made a little more sense. Your mouth tasted like you’d deepthroated a urinal cake. You imagined. You might have still been a little drunk.

Joel stood on the corner, watching you appear at your door in a way that he hoped appeared less creepy than he felt. He hadn’t slept, not a wink, so was able to get down to the infirmary first thing.

It hadn’t been his intention, but he was relieved to see you were still in your clothes. It wasn’t like he was curious, but he supposed that meant you had gone home alone.

The sun in your eyes, you didn’t see him. You let the doorframe hold you up for a while, adjusting to the glare of the dawning Saturday. It was really kind of Jonah to get up this early to come care for you. When you were human again, you were definitely going to make it up to him.

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sweet-self-indulgence · 12 days ago

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A cute prompt could be Mika and Sam watching horror movies together! Maybe she gets scared and he "protects her"

Yes! Love this one! I got a little off-task, but I think it turned out really cute.

If anyone can tell me what movie they’re watching you’ll unlock bonus content (the story that inspired this piece).

The Basement

Is what's lurking in the basement scarier than demons? Probably when you happen to love a demon.

It was all Matthew’s fault. He was the one who had been insistent on going all out for Halloween, including setting up a haunted house as part of the Halloween ball. Then again, it was James who volunteered the basement for the haunted house venue. No one else was aware of its existence, but of course he remembered seeing it on the floorplan. Still, it was Damien who knew which key to fetch from the study to open the door.

Down the narrow staircase they had found a pretty standard creepy old basement. High shelves filled with forgotten boxes housed ages of dust and plenty of spiderwebs. The unfinished concrete floor was patched with unknown stains. Even the musty odor was unsurprising.

At this point in their adventure, Mika was not a fan of the basement. It was dark, dirty, and a little smelly; however, she was considering how the extra storage space could come in handy. That was until Sam found another locked door. At first Damien scrambled over with the key, the group quickly found that there was no keyhole.

Sam tried the door again. It wasn’t stuck but locked from the other side.

That realization made Mika’s stomach do an uncomfortable flip. James managed to convince Sam not to break the house, reasoning that the basement was probably built in parts, and they could presumably get to this door from an entrance elsewhere in the mansion.

Erik, that traitor, suddenly interrupted. Apparently, he had the best idea for a movie to watch.

And now Mika is stuck in the worst movie night ever, contemplating who’s to blame for her predicament.

She’s not much of a horror fan so she didn’t recognize the title and had no idea what to expect. It started out pretty well, two strangers have to share a rented house due to some scheduling mix up. She debated with James over if the man would kill the woman, or if that was too obvious and the lady would end up being the murderer. Then, the characters found a creepy basement with a creepy door and Mika shot Erik a dirty look.

Since that moment Mika hasn’t dared to look away from the screen. She started watching the movie on the center couch cushion, but almost immediately started receding onto Sam’s. She’s wedged herself between her incubus and the back of the couch, but firmly within his arms.

“Ahhh! What was that?!”, she shrieks as something moves quickly in the darkness on screen.

She shrieks again when something suddenly touches her back. A low oof and, “watch it, doofus!” follow her reflexive strike.

“Sorry, Sam! Don’t startle me!”

“Sheesh! I was just trying to rub your back to get you to relax a little”

After getting shushed by Matthew, Mika and Sam find a configuration where Sam’s hands squish her firmly into his side so neither of them can move too quickly.

“Oh fuck! What is that?!”, Mika presses further into Sam, eyes wide with alarm.

Erik and Damien fail to suppress snickers at Mika’s outburst.

“Don’t go back in there!”, she screeches.

“Oh god, that’s so gross”

“Oh god, that’s so messed up!”

After each outburst Sam gently squeezes the girl in his arms.

Mika visibly relaxes when the basement creature falls limp over the hood of the car, only to scream even louder than before when it is no longer there.

At this point all the demons in the room are giggling openly at her, but Mika is too freaked out to be embarrassed. At least the low rumbling in Sam’s chest is soothing.

Finally, the nightmare is over and the heroine limps away victorious. The second credits start to role Mika bolts up from the couch, “I’m going to go make sure the basement door is locked.”

Sam follows closely behind, mostly out of concern, but also because Mika has a death grip on his hand. Laughter erupts from the living room.

On the way back to the basement door Mika mumbles under her breath, “I’m going to Kill Erik and his stupid Movie, then Damien and his stupid key, and James with his stupid blueprints, and Matthew and his stupid haunted house”

“So, am I spared?” Sam jokes from behind her.

“Yes.” Mika states matter-of-factly, “I need you to protect me should any creepy shit crawl out of this basement.”

Sam guffaws and squeezes her hand.

Mika jiggles the door handle, confirming that it remained as lock as they left it. Her eyebrows knit together, “I should—”

She is cut off by Sam producing the key, “I’ve got it right here.”

Mika nods, but the pinched look remains on her face, “And it’s the only copy.”

“Right…”, Mika glances at the door again and shivers, “let’s just go to bed.”

Sam follows her dutifully. Halfway up the stairs he asks, “We’ve watched horror movies before, why did this one freak you out so bad?”

Mika groans and slides a hand down her face, “I dunno. I guess demons and ghosts are less scary than whatever fucked up shit humans can do.”

“Oi! I think I can be pretty scary!” Sam complains.

Mika laughs, “You know what I mean! I can’t be scared of fictional demons when I live with real ones!”

“Yeah, I do”, Sam grins, “Harold recommended we watch a few movies to understand how humans think about demons. I guess it’s supposed to be scary, but they’re so wrong we were laughing the whole time!”

“Ah so that’s how the horror fixation started”

He shrugs, “I guess. We enjoyed a few movies like that and then it was easier to understand other movies that were similar. And then people start asking you about what movies you like and yeah...”

Safely in her own room, Mika locks the door behind them, and if Sam notices he keeps tactfully quiet about it. The pair go through their nightly routines quickly. Sam finishes first and waits patiently under the covers. When she finishes in the bathroom Mika dives into bed and burrows into Sam’s chest. He chuckles fondly and uses a tiny bit of magic to flick the light switch off.

For a moment Mika thinks she’ll fall asleep peacefully in Sam’s arms, but a sudden spike of fear jolts her upright.

“Woah, hey”, Sam follows her up and holds her face in his hands.

“Ugh! I know it’s stupid and illogical. I don’t really think that some freaky inbred wannabe mother is going to bust in here!”

“I know”, Sam soothes, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Mika shoves the heels of her hands into her eyes, “My nerves are just on edge.”

Sam nods and runs his fingers slowly through Mika’s hair.

After a moment Mika adds, “But the basement is really creepy! I mean who would have a door that locks on just one side like that?!”

“Do you want me to go break it down so you don’t have to worry about it? We don’t have to listen to James, it’s your house.”

“No.” Mika calmly holds Sam down, both of her hands wrapped around his bicep, “Because then you’ll get murdered. And I’ll have to find a new boyfriend.”

Sam barks out a surprised laugh, “Well I wouldn’t want to make you go through all that effort!”, he teases.

Mika giggles, “Yeah, the dating scene is what’s really scary!”

After another bout of laughter that definitely disturbs the other residents (but screw them for laughing at me earlier, Mika thinks), she lets Sam pull her back into bed. Most of her tension is gone and Mika finally feels tired.

Sam rubs slow circles into her back as Mika nuzzles into his neck, occasionally mumbling another complaint about the movie into his skin. He whispers, “I’ll protect you from anything” softly into her ear.

Mika’s body immediately relaxes and she’s just able to mumble an, “I love you” before succumbing to a peaceful slumber. She doesn’t hear Sam’s voice, choked with emotion from her display of trust, repeat the words back to her.

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atimeofyourlife · 1 year ago

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Sucking too hard on your lollipop

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: suck | wc: 480 | rated: m | cw: mention of abusive/ neglectful parenting | tags: oral fixation, fade-to-black Title from Lollipop by Mika

Steve always had an oral fixation, ever since he was young. Being most content when he could suck on something. It started with the pacifier that his parents gave him to keep him quiet. He threw huge tantrums about it every time they tried to take it from him, starting when he was about a year old. His parents got tired of hearing him scream long before he got tired of screaming, so they gave it back to keep the peace. They tried taking it away again every month or so, always to the same result. Until Steve turned three, and his father was sick of it. So he threw it out, telling Steve that if he didn't stop screaming, he would give him something to scream about.

In response to losing the pacifier, Steve started sucking his thumb. It was constant at first, only not sucking his thumb if he was eating or drinking. His parents tried to break him of that habit as well, but it was much harder because they couldn't remove his thumb the way they had the pacifier. After getting bullied for it when he started school, he stopped doing it as much around people, preferring to be alone where no one could say anything.

The thumb-sucking continued until he was thirteen, when he picked up smoking. He didn't smoke that often, nowhere near as much as Tommy did. But whenever he didn't risk getting caught by an adult, he would hold a cigarette in his lips to keep his mouth occupied. Even once his parents caught him smoking, they didn't care that much. Anything was better than him sucking his thumb.

Out of high school and becoming friends with Robin gave him the motivation to quit smoking. In the way that any time she found his cigarettes, she would dispose of them. She kept catching him raising his fingers to his mouth before he realized what he was doing and lowering them again. So she presented him with a bulk pack of lollipops. Something to keep his mouth occupied without reverting to smoking or falling back into his old thumb-sucking habit. He took to it easily, and was soon rarely seen without one in his mouth.

No one brought attention to it, until Eddie. Eddie would watch Steve sucking on his lollipops almost constantly, becoming fascinated and slightly horny over the way Steve looked with something in his mouth. It came to a head one day when they had a movie night together.

"What's with the lollipops?" Eddie asked.

"They helped me quit smoking." Steve replied, removing the bare stick from his mouth. "I like to suck on things."

"W-what kind of things?"

"Almost anything," Steve glanced at where Eddie was tenting his jeans.

"I've got something else you could suck, big boy."

Steve winked and dropped to his knees, reaching for Eddie's belt.

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hd-wireless · 1 year ago

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📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2023 - Anon Masterlist

It’s time for the list! And for some numbers!

This year’s Wireless has (as always) some impressive numbers for you. Everyone, the Wireless 2023 stats:

41 days of posting

60 works

7 artworks

5 art and fic combos

43 fics

5 podfics

And a total of 839,620 words!

We mods can’t thank each and everyone of you enough! Without every single one of our participants and readers this fest wouldn’t be possible. Thank you for being here and showing support to the amazingly talented people we had participating this year.

You have a week until we reveal the names of all our amazing creators, and what better way to spend it than catching up with the works you might have missed and playing our fun guessing game! Free bragging rights for every correct guess! And this coveted trophy emoji for the winner 🏆

Have another listen to our prompted songs for the works we post before the reveals happen in a week: Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️ And here for the YouTube playlist.

Please enjoy this year’s entries below the cut:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Why don't you like me? [T, digital comic]

🎵Song Prompt: Grace Kelly by MIKA 🎵Summary Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

📻 Alive [E, Digital comic]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Alive' by 'Sia' 🎵 Summary Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source.

📻 Not Your Property [G, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: ‘Rich Friends’ by Portugal The Man 🎵 Summary: Harry rubs elbows with rich Slytherins and finds himself falling for one Draco Malfoy

📻 Your Heart's a Mess [G, Pencil & Copic markers]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Hearts A Mess' by 'Gotye' 🎵 Summary: Hogwarts eighth year. Malfoy, visibly scarred (from Sectumsempra? from the war? from his treatment by the Ministry?) and visibly heavy-hearted (from regret? from his father's imprisonment? from how the other students torment him?) has driven Harry to distraction. It's 6th year all over again: he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy. How he wishes the feeling was mutual.

📻 anywhere with you [Gen, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Anywhere With You by Maggie Rogers 🎵 Summary: I'll go anywhere, anywhere with you.

📻 Shivers and Cold Champagne [T, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Padam Padam by Kylie Minogue 🎵 Summary: "Padam, padam, I hear it and I know..." Sometimes, you meet someone in the club, and you just know... ...they’re all in.

📻 keep driving [M, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'keep driving' by harry styles 🎵 Summary: cocaine, side boob, choke her with a sea view

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Before the Cold Sets In [T, 9,154, origami art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies 🎵 Summary But if I measure the sugar To satisfy your expectant tongue Then that is love Sitting untouched and growing cold - Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies Sometimes, the person you should be planning your life with is already in it. Or, how Harry realised that true love is at the bottom of a tea cup.

📻 I only want the ones I envy (I envy) [E, 13,333, digital art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name)' by 'Lil Nas X' 🎵Summary: “Surely there’s someone in our circle who’s not a Saviour-Chaser. Someone single, clever, talented, sexy, and extremely, unapologetically gay.” Harry knows what’s about to happen before Ron’s even done speaking. And he wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all. But he can’t, not without outing himself, and in more ways than one. So tomorrow, he’ll do what he always does when he needs a distraction: he’ll corner Draco Malfoy at work, where Malfoy will suck his cock until Harry screams his name. Despite this arrangement he has with Draco, conducted entirely in the privacy of a dusty stationery cabinet, Harry is definitely not gay. But to appease his friends, he agrees to go on one (1) date with a man. Just to be sure.

📻 Waking Up Slow [E, 21,886, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'The Christmas Song' by 'The Raveonettes' 🎵 Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July, Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why, There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more, Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore, Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss, And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

📻 Sun Thief [E, 28,228]

🎵 Song Prompt: ‘Anti-Hero’ by ‘Taylor Swift’ 🎵 Summary: “You’re stunning,” Harry blurts out, because Draco is pink-cheeked and his mouth is bitten and plump. Gasping beneath Harry, working his cock in his fist. “Say my name when you come?” It’s 2005, and Draco Malfoy says, “Fuck the Ministry,” Harry works as a handyman in muggle London, and Draco should really stop pissing off the Squib gangs. Or: Harry beats up a pimp and isn’t sorry about it, Draco deals black market potions, and they’re shagging. Again.

📻 The Waiting [E, 43,494, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'this tornado loves you' by 'neko case' 🎵 Summary: It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Everybody Hates a Tourist [E, 51,500]

🎵 Song Prompt: Common People by Pulp 🎵 Summary On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school. Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

📻 Take You Home [E, 26,333]

🎵 Song Prompt: Fuck the Pain Away by Peaches and Take You Home by Dido 🎵 Summary Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

📻 love is just a shout in the void [M, 4,489]

🎵 Song Prompt: i'm in love with u, sorry by j'san 🎵 Summary Draco accidentally texts Potter his biggest secret and he’s pretty sure the Chosen Prat isn’t ready to hear anything close to it. So he pretends he didn’t mean to. But the problem is: Potter is still as infuriating as ever, if not more than he was before.

📻 The Two Of Us In Sympathy [M, 5,782]

🎵 Song Prompt: Rent by Pet Shop Boys. 🎵 Summary Draco Malfoy is a sex worker. Harry Potter is the client who falls in love with him.

📻 Vipera Berus [M, 20,614]

🎵 Song Prompt: Just Pretend by Bad Omens 🎵 Summary Everything was fine. Draco resided at the Manor, made a decent living selling potions and most of his customers actually kept coming back despite his last name. Hence, Draco was fine. He really was. And so what, if he was still waiting.

📻 Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave [M, 2,226]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Two-Headed Boy' by 'Neutral Milk Hotel' 🎵 Summary The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

📻 (you) find me when the lights go down [T, 1,839]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'save me from the monster in my head' by 'Welshly Arms' 🎵 Summary Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night. "Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." - What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

📻 If You Took the Time to Try [T, 18,169]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Go Like" by Fox Stevenson 🎵 Summary Last summer, Draco's impulsive decision to sleep with Harry Potter resulted in a bruised ego and a broken heart. Now he's looking for a fresh start- something that was absolutely not just an excuse for him to run away from his problems. Only it totally was, and while leaving London might have been easy, leaving Potter in the past was not.

📻 Title & Possession [E, 49,063]

🎵 Song Prompt: Misery Loves Company - Asking Alexandria 🎵 Summary Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war. Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good. Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier. Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch. At least, he is until Draco Malfoy threatens to sue him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and winds up moving in until the issue is settled. Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

📻 Shut Up, This Is Love [M, 33,230]

🎵 Song Prompt: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac 🎵 Summary: A soulmark is never wrong, Draco tells him — as if Harry cares what this damn chain on his arm says. But Harry is nothing if not stubborn, and he’d rather die than let a stupid mark determine whom he can and cannot have.

📻 About This Place [E, 10,317]

🎵 Song Prompt: You and I by Lady Gaga 🎵 Summary: Harry left everything, including Draco. Harry’s returned to everything, including Draco. Things are never quite so simple, though perhaps they could be.

📻 Mirrors inside me [E, 6,423]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Love Language" by SZA 🎵 Summary: Draco’s been in love with Potter forever. And just because they work together, and they fuck, and they text and break up and get back together regularly doesn’t mean Potter needs to know. In fact, it’s a pretty good reason why he shouldn’t.

📻 A Little Bit of You [E, 2,781]

🎵 Song Prompt: Mambo No 5 by Lou Bega 🎵 Summary: When Harry's constant flirting lands him frequent front page slots in the Daily Prophet, Draco resigns himself to never being loved like that by the man he is head over heels with. Turns out, he was right. But that's not necessarily a bad thing.

📻 All the Colors in the World [M, 11,143]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey 🎵 Summary: Five years into their relationship, Draco is beginning to wonder if his motivations and methods to save Harry are as pure as he’d thought. Everything seems to be going well for them on the surface, with the mostly Muggle life they’ve built together, but beneath roils a sea of half-formed dreams and secrets that threaten to engulf them both. Until, one day in summertime, Harry surprises him.

📻 if i could never give you peace [E, 17,496]

🎵 Song Prompt: peace by Taylor Swift 🎵 Summary: Eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Aurors Harry and Draco are forcibly brought together by a new case that's bound to reopen old wounds. Enter a Firewhisky problem, prejudices that never really go away, and an obsession as old as time.

📻 Burst of Love [E, 3,805]

🎵 Song Prompt: Jealous by Nick Jonas 🎵 Summary: The year after the War is both the worst and best one in Harry and Draco's lives. Draco somehow becomes one of the most requested influencer on Instagram, Harry is finally free and discovers he has quite...a passion inside himself. We all know how this is going to end.

📻 Rich Friend [E, 1,130]

🎵 Song Prompt: Rich Friends by Portugal. The Man 🎵 Summary: As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

📻 Seven Days, Seven Memories [E, 25,668]

🎵 Song Prompt: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths 🎵 Summary: In a universe somewhere, deep down in the Department of Mysteries, behind Door 13, Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, can be usually found. Except Malfoy is nowhere to be found when Harry goes looking for him. What he finds instead is a Pensieve and a box full of memories

📻 so scarlet it was [E, 19,932]

🎵 Song Prompt: Maroon - Taylor Swift 🎵 Summary: Draco’s back for his Eighth Year as part of his parole. He’s doing his best not to annoy any war heroes and avoid Harry Potter as if his life depends on it. Too bad Harry has other ideas.

📻 A Pureblood's Guide to Driving and Apostasy [E, 9,218]

🎵 Song Prompt: I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen 🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy should be happy - he's engaged to a suitable young lady, chosen by his father, and on the way to restoring the family name. Except he isn't happy at all. That is, until Pansy (or is it fate?) brings him to a magical garage where his whole worldview is set on fire.

📻 Snitches & Sitches [T, 4,565]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Once Upon a December' by 'Liz Callaway' 🎵 Summary: After a Quidditch accident, Harry's life turns upside down when he suffers a case of retrograde amnesia. Surrounded by people and places he should remember, Harry must cope with his slow recovery, all the while feeling like there's something very familiar about the blond with gray eyes who keeps wistfully staring at him.

📻 Can't Get You Out of My Head [E, 26,343]

🎵 Song Prompt: Can't Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue 🎵 Summary: Draco was quite fine with his own company, thank you very much. So, when a potions’ accident left him unable to rid his head of Harry Potter’s infernal internal monologue, Draco was less than thrilled. He was, however, an internationally educated Potioneer; he could find an antidote without having to admit to Potter the access he’d had to his thoughts…actions…personal life…personal time…right?

📻 Sod Off Potter [T, 1,787]

🎵 Song Prompt: Sod Off Potter by Rattlebones 🎵 Summary: So sod off Potter Will you say what you want? Sod off Potter Will you say what you want is me? Potter please ↳ Sod Off Potter - Rattlebones Draco regretted the decision to return to Hogwarts after the war. Why couldn't bloody Potter just leave him alone? It wouldn't be so bad if Draco hadn't been harboring a secret crush on Harry for years.

📻 Weapons of Massive Consumption [E, 38,634]

🎵 Song Prompt: The Fear by Lily Allen 🎵 Summary: Eight years after the war, Harry Potter lives a life of hedonism: raging parties, huge impulse purchases, and seemingly no worries. But it's Draco Malfoy—former Death Eater, lover of blueberry muffins, and bane of coffee shop workers—who starts to wonder if it's all a front, if something's actually terribly wrong with him. Why else would Potter ask Draco, of all fucking people, to write his biography?

📻 Bonne Foi, Draco Malfoy [E, 19,390]

🎵 Song Prompt: So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings by Squirrel Flower 🎵 Summary: Sanctimonia Vincet Semper: The Malfoy Legacy Inheritance Ritual must be undertaken by an heir pure of blood and strong of will. He will lend his body, his magic, and his mind to the Estate, and thus control the direction of the next generation of powerful Malfoy magicks. He and the Estate will both be made stronger by the ritual. -from the journals of Septimus Malfoy, 1820 At twenty-five, Draco Malfoy has to return to England to do something about the Manor, and Harry Potter won’t leave him alone. His years-old crush on Potter is reignited over repairs, mermaid lemonades, and pocket owl messages.

📻 The Wedding Shed [E, 2,057]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' by Panic! at the Disco 🎵 Summary: One would consider the day his best friend got married to be an occasion where he did not have to show any sort of poise. But apparently, Ronald Weasley thoroughly misjudged the entire situation.

📻 LA, Who Am I To Love You? [E, 42,525]

🎵 Song Prompt: Venice Bitch by Lana del Rey 🎵 Summary: Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

📻 All I Think About [T, 4,429]

🎵 Song Prompt: Heat Waves by Glass Animals 🎵 Summary: Sometimes all it takes is one perfect late summer night in June.

📻 Put It On Your Face Boy [E, 3,380]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Daddy AF' by 'Slayyyter' 🎵 Summary: Harry watches as Draco's hips sway to the beat. He sips his muggle bourbon and imagines the noises they would make if Harry had Draco's legs draped over his shoulders. With liquid courage flowing through his veins, Harry slammed the drink down on the bar and wove his way through the crowd towards the northern star that had been calling his name for years.

📻 What We Left Behind [E, 32,815]

🎵 Song Prompt: The Day We Caught The Train by Ocean Colour Scene 🎵 Summary: Harry's recovering from an injury. Malfoy's recovering from heartbreak. Beaten down and bruised, Harry takes up Malfoy's offer to stay at his secluded seaside cottage in Dorset. It'll be good to get away from it all. It's only for a few days, and it's only so he can heal. Nothing else. Digging up past feelings will only make matters worse, and besides, Malfoy doesn't feel the same way. Does he?

📻 Nothing But You On My Mind [M, 29,404]

🎵 Song Prompt: Crazy English Summer by Faithless 🎵 Summary: Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They'll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Loads, as it turns out.

📻 Better not Touch (Don't Touch) [E, 8,945]

🎵 Song Prompt: Poison by Alice Cooper 🎵 Summary: Harry is happy with his life, running a shop in Diagon Alley and spending plenty of time with his husband. When he is cursed, his and Draco’s relationship is put to the test. Can they move forwards together even if they have to put distance between them?

📻 Stars By the Pocketful [T, 2,151]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Snow On the Beach' by Taylor Swift (feat. Lana Del Rey) 🎵 Summary: Draco arrives first, to scope out the place and pick the best bed before Potter can beat him to it.

📻 Lover, Where Do You Live? [E, 38,079]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Lover, Where Do You Live?' by 'Highasakite' 🎵 Summary: Harry Potter has been running away since the War, disappearing into his job as a freelance curse-breaker. Work is his life. Home doesn't exist. He's about to disappear again when he runs into Death Eater-turned-Healer Draco Malfoy. It's supposed to be a one-night-stand. They're not supposed to pine for each other. Harry's not supposed to sleep with Draco a second time. Or a third. Or a fourth. But when a nasty curse sends Harry back into Draco's arms, he might be forced to admit that home's been waiting for him all along…

📻 as it was [M, 6,476]

🎵 Song Prompt: As It Was by Harry Styles 🎵 Summary: 'in this world, it's just us. you know it's not the same as it was.'

📻 What is this feeling? [E, 4,734]

🎵 Song Prompt: What is this feeling? By Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth 🎵 Summary: New auror candidates are required to spend their first six months of training living in ministry dorms. While Draco requested a single dorm he finds himself sharing a room with the savior of the wizarding world. It’s loathing at first sight, or is it?

📻 the eighth sin [E, 16,834]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Seven Devils' by 'Florence and the Machine' 🎵 Summary: When Draco is sentenced to five years of house arrest, without magic, alone, the only person to visit him is Potter. But Draco’s beginning to doubt whether Potter is really there at all.

📻 Wrong in all the Right Ways [E, 3,951]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Raise Your Glass' by 'P!nk' 🎵 Summary: Draco is pretty sure that Potter is trying to kill him. Not in, like a murdery sort of way. There’s been too much atonement and forgiveness and redemption for that. Too many difficult conversations that ended, more than once, with awkward hugs. Maybe even some tears. They’re not friends obviously, but at the very least, they’ve moved past the past. (Mostly.) So no, Potter’s definitely not trying to kill him in a permanent death sort of way, but more like… In a horny sort of way.

📻 Hooked [E, 50,000]

🎵 Song Prompt: Hooked by Why Don’t We 🎵 Summary: It took him one night, one try, to be hooked to his enemy. Every single place, every single fight, drove him mad with temptation. Malfoy’s got a bad reputation but he can’t bring himself to walk away. He knows he shouldn’t touch but he can’t get enough of him.

📻 Designate / your love as fate [E, 16,609]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Need You Tonight' by 'INXS' 🎵 Summary: Malfoy literally snaps his fingers toward Harry’s face. “Potter. Pay attention. Gay marriage is now legal in England and Wales, as of last night, first ceremonies to take place in the New Year. I’m gay, you’re gay—” “—Bi, actually, thanks,” Harry puts in. “Well, I mean, so am I, technically, but—” (Harry can’t lie, it’s rather fun to watch Malfoy lose his cool, put his cool back on, lose it again) “—Funny enough, bisexual marriage is also now legal in England and Wales. Let’s get bisexual married, hm?”

📻 All These Little Things [M, 1,795]

🎵 Song Prompt: Little Things by One Direction 🎵 Summary: Harry loves Draco, and all his little things as well.

📻 If You Were Gay [Gen, 9,645]

🎵 Song Prompt: If You Were Gay - Avenue Q soundtrack 🎵 Summary: Draco was sure he wasn't gay. His friends disagreed. As if Draco would let the nonsense his friends kept saying move him. Or the fact that Harry Potter was gay and apparently wanted to ask Draco out.

📻 The Boys of Summer [E, 19,518]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'The Boys of Summer' by Don Henley 🎵 Summary: It's summer, and they're spending it at a lake, far away from everything. There’s swimming and a floating dock, cracked and warm in the sun. Fizzy drinks and fireflies. Sticky strawberry ice lollies and beach towels tangled under them. Harry’s golden skin and love of The Grateful Dead and Fleetwood Mac. Draco Malfoy is doomed, but what else is new?

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 Inside These Walls [podfic] [M, 33 minutes]

🖋️ Original author: Jackvbriefs 🎵 Song Prompt: Black Sheep by Metric 🎵 Summary The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.

📻 Moldova's Magical Tea by aibidil - a Podfic [E, 2:46:12]

🖋️ Original author: aibidil 🎵 Song Prompt: Clint Eastwood by Gorrillaz 🎵 Summary Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy. Featuring Muggle music from summer 2001, trips to the Muggle cinema, herbology and magical herbal infusions, and Draco trying to convince Harry that, while he’s still a snarky git, he’s no longer a bigot.

📻 [Podfic] I dream of you, to wake by harryromper [T, 01:26:02]

🖋️ Original author: harryromper 🎵 Song Prompt: 'Once Upon A Dream - Maleficent' by Lana Del Rey 🎵 Summary: “Typically coma patients are made comfortable and left to regain consciousness in their own time," Draco points out carefully. “Typically, yes. But when has anything about Harry been typical.” Hermione sighs, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand. “The Healer-in-Charge has consulted with experts at all the major wizarding hospitals. They all agree. Whatever’s happening inside of Harry’s head right now is killing him.” Draco Malfoy is a world-renowned dream-walker, and he may be Harry Potter’s only hope.

📻 [Podfic] You Are Not Alone [T, 1:49:56]

🖋️ Original author: Juh_Nunes 🎵 Song Prompt: Sorry - Halsey 🎵 Summary: Orginal Summary: Draco dreaded going back to Hogwarts after the war. He was sure this would be his worst year yet: the school hated him, the Slytherins have abandoned him, and his dorm was overrun with Gyffindors. There was no way anything good could come out of this mess, right?

📻 [Podfic] remember me [T, 2:50:44]

🖋️ Original author: hupsoonheng 🎵 Song Prompt: Remember Me from Coco 🎵 Summary: On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors. And then Harry doesn't come back. Only Draco believes that Harry isn't dead, and pours himself into finding his husband despite his friends' pleas to move on and grieve properly. What he finds at the end of that work, though, is not at all what he wanted.

#HD Wireless #hd wireless 2023 #drarry #drarry art #drarry fic #drarry art and fic #drarry podfic #hd wireless anonymous masterpost

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seducemefanficsandheadcanons · 26 days ago

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From the big prompt list you reposted, can you do #75 with Matthew x Mika? (With Matthew being the scared one lol)

Yesss I loved this one! I hope its okay!

TW for very minor descriptions of gore.

AH, WHAT IS THAT!? (Matthew x Mika)

The mansion was dark, the sound of thundering crashing outside mixing with the screams of terror coming from the television in the living room.

When Mika heard it was going to be a stormy night, she decided it was a perfect night for a horror movie binge, to which she asked Matthew to join her. He agreed and even made a few jokes about protecting her during the scary parts. However, it seemed as if Mika would be the one doing the protecting.

The two were currently cuddled up on the couch, a large fluffy blanket over them. Matthew had his arm around Mikas shoulder, her head resting against his chest. Because of their closeness, she could hear his startled gasps and feel his body tense and flinch during the jump scares.

She brushed it off, since she was also having similar reactions, albeit on a lesser extent. Though, after a bit it became increasingly obvious Matthew was not enjoying the movie and was slowly shrinking into himself.

She looked up at him with soft concern. “Are you okay?”

He looked at her with a shaky smile, his eyes wide and face almost appearing pale, though the lighting made it hard to tell. “Y-yeah! I'm okay!”

She frowned at his expression. “Are you sure?”

He nodded vigorously and insisted they keep watching. She sighed but didn't press farther, continuing to watch the movie. However, his reactions to the scenes didn't lessen, instead becoming more noticeable as the pace of the movie quickened.

Soon, she spoke again. “If you wanna watch something else, we can. I don't mind.”

“We don't have to! I mean, I-” Matthew sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, seeming embarrassed. “It's just that this movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- AH WHAT IS THAT!?”

Mika gasped from his sudden shriek and looked at the TV, which was showing a gory murder scene caused by some supernatural creature. The scene was bad enough that she felt her own heart rate pick up from fear.

She looked back at him, his eyes wide with fear and the color drained from his face. It reminded her of when he'd created Simon. He started sputtering something that seemed like he was trying to brush it off. She immediately grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “No, you're right, that's horrifying!” she agreed.

He let out a sigh of relief when she clicked off of the movie, chuckling nervously. “Can we please watch something else?”

She nodded vigorously. “Of course! What about a Disney movie? Frozen?”

He grinned. “What about Moana?”

“Moana sounds good!” Mika agreed as she went to the Disney plus app. The two cuddled back up together and binged Disney movies until falling asleep on the couch.

#seduce me matthew x reader #seduce me the otome matthew #matthew seduce me #seduce me the otome #seducemeotome #seduce me otome #seduce me fanfiction #seducemetheotome #smto #fanfiction #seduce me matthew #my writing #request

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yandere-daze · 2 years ago

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Waa congrats on 3k daze! i've been here since 1400 (or maybe even before that. I can't quite recall) and it's really heartwarming to see my favourite writer grow so much ♡ For the event, can i please ask for the tower, the hierophant & temperance from the tarot prompts for mika? :)

Whoa, it seems like you´ve been around for quite a long time then! A lot of time has passed since the 1.4k followers event so it´s kind of impressive to hear that someone has been reading my stuff for that long, thank you for sticking around!☺️ And your favorite writer? Omg you´re flattering me and it´s working😳

And of course I´m always happy to write for Mika <3 I guess you can consider this a late birthday gift? Since I haven´t actually written any of the other stuff I´ve been meaning to write about him yet silnfls

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, delusion, violence, allusion to murder, possessiveness, stalking, taking pictures of the reader (mentioned), worshipping the reader, implied kidnapping as a throw-away line

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

Okay so if you somehow got put into a dangerous situation, there´s no way Mika is going to be unaware of it because he´s always by your side, whether that´s him just tagging along no matter where you go and being generally clingy, or him stalking you from a safe distance away to “make sure you´re safe”.

And well, either way, he´s very glad that he made that decision to stay close to you ( and totally not for his own interests) because his beloved darling actually is in danger now, right in front of him!

Of course, Mika´s first reaction is one of shock and panic but that quickly turns into a blind rage after he has fully assessed the situation.

You´re right in front of him, calling out for help while someone else is endangering you.

And Mika just can´t have that. No one is allowed to touch his darling and he sees it as his duty to save and protect you.

So how does he deal with this tense and difficult situation? Violence.

Charges in screaming, probably yelling death threats and demanding for you be let go while he jumps at the attacker´s throat, fully intent on just killing them if you weren´t there to ground him a bit.

He doesn´t want you to see him as a violent person because that wouldn´t make for a good romantic partner so Mika hesitantly refrains from actually killing this person right in front of you and instead just beats them into a bloody pulp until he´s sure that they´re never ever going to try and put you in danger again.

Immediately afterward makes sure that you´re safe and checks up on any wounds you may have suffered while offering you words of comfort ( and candy from one of his pockets). Don´t worry, he´s going to take great care of you while you recover from that horrifying situation, he´s going to serve you in any way he can!

Of course only after searching out your attacker once more on his own and actually finishing the job now. They didn´t think they could get away with putting his darling in danger, did they?

The Hierophant - Could this yandere´s darling fool them easily? Or be manipulated by them?

Oh, it´s almost too easy in fact! Mika is an obsessed and worshipping yandere that puts his darling onto the highest of pedestals, you´re basically a deity to him.

He´s absolutely hellbent on pleasing you in any way he can, so it´s very easy to get him to do things for you. Mika will bend over backward just to hear your praise.

On that note, yes, praising him will get you pretty far and it will keep him satisfied for quite some time before he starts demanding more attention and affection from you.

He sees himself absolutely beneath you and so anything you say goes. In his eyes, it´s all to show you what a good boyfriend he could be for you by doing things for you all the time.

There´s also the fact that Mika is a very delusional yandere so as long as what you say or do fits with his ideal fantasy of you being a loving couple destined to be with each other for all eternity, he´ll believe it.

He´ll believe almost anything you say with a smile on his face because you could never be wrong.

He also just sometimes.... outright ignores things that would go against the delusions he had built himself about your relationship. All the times you accidentally let a hateful comment toward him slip? Oh, he simply didn´t hear you correctly!

The only thing that might be your downfall is Mika´s rampant jealousy though. If he has even a hint of suspicion that you might like someone else more ( even if it´s completely unfounded), he´s going to be quite a bit warier when you try to manipulate him.

The same counts for when you´ve done it too many times or have, in his eyes, “betrayed his trust”. Like trying to escape from him by making him take off your shackles.

Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling?

Most of all, I feel the cause of Mika turning into a yandere is a combination of his childhood and his linked self-esteem issues.

As we know, Mika was given up by his birth parents into an orphanage and he had wondered for many years if they simply found him hideous. Always wondering about why they didn´t want him.

Mika is also very touch-starved and has said that he just craves love, it doesn´t matter how much it hurts him, how painful it is.

So when he meets you, someone that is so kind to him and willing to give him the attention and love he never really got? Well, he´s smitten and quickly starts to idolize you.

Mika is experiencing a feeling he has never felt for anyone else before and he soon grows obsessed with it, wanting to keep feeling all warm and fuzzy when you look his way or give him a compliment. Wanting to finally feel alive.

And while their relationship has grown and gotten a lot healthier in recent times, Shu´s past treatment of Mika also probably had an impact on him turning out this way.

He tries to accept that he´s no longer a doll, he´s a human with his own thoughts and feelings.

And yet. And yet he still wants to be controlled by you, he wants to have a purpose by serving you and making sure that you´ll always be happy ( with him at your side of course!)

Watching you every single day and taking photos of you when you aren´t looking just makes him even more enamored with you.

Mika is convinced you´re the most wonderful and divine person that has ever walked this earth, your beauty and benevolence second to none.

And he almost thinks he doesn´t deserve you.

But maybe just this once, he wants to be selfish too

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popchoc · 8 months ago

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How scandalous is it that no one has written about That One Helm and Yasuda Scene yet? It's been days!!!!!! I know you've done a few, so would you could you maybe please please please? I don't even need plot lolol

"I don't even need plot" 😂😂

I'm not doing any prompts right now, but sure, I'm always open for suggestions. The issue with this one, however, is that I don't write 🔥 smut 🔥 for the sake of smut (it's different when it's a fitting part within a bigger story).

Which is basically what we're talking about here, right? What we're all picturing, as they come crashing into that room, all hot and heavy?

Taryn's hands skimming under Mika's shirt, even before the door closes properly behind them. Her voice already hoarse when she moves her lips to her girlfriend's ear, breathing that one word into it.

"Off."

And we know, Mika doesn't have to be told twice. Her top hits the floor, leaving her in her black bra that molds perfectly around her breasts. With her now exposed skin screaming for Taryn's touch, she steps closer, directing the both of them towards her bed as soon as their bodies intertwine again.

Yet Taryn has other plans. "Uh uh," she mumbles into their kiss, while gently pushing her backwards. "Up."

The second Mika's bum hits the dresser behind her, she gets the hint. She hops on to it without effort. Drawing Taryn back in between her thighs, their lips reconnect for another hungry, passionate kiss. As Taryn's hands start to roam her body, Mika's fingers tangle in Taryn's long hair, holding on for dear life - and for a minute she doesn't know anymore where one of them ends and the other begins.

Without letting go, Mika manages to kick off her shoes. This time it's Taryn who doesn't need a clue. "Up," she simply says again, while her skillful fingers easily unbutton Mika's jeans, before sliding it down when Mika lifts her hips. After tossing the garment away, she takes a moment to take it all in; this sight of Mika sitting there, her amazing body illuminated by a yellow, moonlike light, her eyes blazing with want, want for her.

"How are you real?" she sighs deeply, now swiftly delving back in to bury her face into the valley between Mika's breasts. When Mika feels Taryn's lips nipping, her tongue tasting her longing skin, she can only gasp, sharing the wonder, "How are you?!"

Taryn doesn't answer, too distracted by every inch of Mika she's crossing in her way up. She cups Mika's neck, pulls her near, her lips almost back on hers… then suddenly averts her gaze back down again, studying Mika's chest as if it's the finest piece of art—which it is—while Mika arches her back in desire, handing Taryn even more skin to explore. Taryn moves her hand to Mika's breast, caresses and squeezes it through the fabric, still amazed by the fact that she can, that this girl is hers now, that she's giving her all to her, and thrilled by the reaction she's getting in reward. There's no stopping this. Not now. Not ever.

Sounds of moaning and heavy breathing are filling the room. They're hardly aware of it. Mika shifts forward, searching for more friction from Taryn's body. Taryn knows she can do better though. Slipping her hand between them, her fingers find their way down without hesitation. Mika's damp panties tell her she waited long enough.

As Taryn starts stroking her, they lose themselves in a new series of searing kisses, until it's not enough anymore. Until Taryn wants to feel, needs to taste more. Without allowing Mika to leave her spot, she yanks down those panties, then swiftly looks up again to meet Mika's eyes. Mika can read the question in hers, and answers her by bracing herself - her palms flat on the surface, her feet just as flat against the front of the cabinet.

Mika's scent is intoxicating and delightful. Taryn's tongue is determined and sensational. What follows is a stream of breathless praises that only encourage more.

"Can I—" Taryn asks, gazing up. Yet before she can even finish her question, Mika frantically nods.

"Yes. Oh, yes!"

Slowly, Taryn slides two digits into her girl's depths. When she starts to thrust, she can feel the arousal coat her fingers, feel hot walls tighten around them.

"D-Don't stop," Mika pants, "Don't you… don't you st—"

That's when her toes curl, her eyes clench shut and her body gives in, slumping forward right when Taryn gets up to catch her.

It's also when Lucas bangs the wall right behind her. "You're done already?!" he calls from the other side.

Mika takes a deep breath, and then another one. She hops off the dresser, surprised that her legs still know how to, and takes Taryn's hand into her own. Leading her along towards the bed, a grin sneaks onto her face.

"Poor boy," she smirks over her shoulder, still somewhat out of air, "We're just getting started."

That's how it went right? It's so obvious, I really don't think I need to write all of that down.

Oh wait…..

#😇#(let's not make this a habit tho!)#grey's anatomy #taryn helm #mika yasuda #fanfiction #writing prompt #ask

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bloodiegawz · 2 years ago

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🔔(For the OC costume prompt) Would Mika want to dress up for New Years like Deuce/Kalim?

WHO WANTS TO GET CRAZY FOR NEW YEARS !!!!!!! (screaming)

#twst #twst oc #twst grim #gawzdrawz #request #thought they looked cute with their hair down..... it really is a mane though huh #twst: mika mckey

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faeseekerandy · 1 year ago

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drawfee prompts #6 :)

It had been weeks since Danny Al Gul Joined an all-girls school. Ricky told her that they were tracking down a target at the school a potential assassin that escaped and was hiding out among the students and that she had to go undercover to find this assassin. But the reality was that it was the only way to get her into a school. There was no assassin, no mission, and Danny was starting to suspect this was a trap.

“We need to do something, I think she knows” – Nightwing Told Redhood

“why do you even want her to go to school?” – replied Todd more annoyed than amused at this tip toing around, she had suggested the idea as a joke but as usual ricky has a stick up her ass

“dafuk is that suppose to mean” – grayson was annoyed –

“did I say that outloud? , I thought I was only thinking” - Todd clearly knew

“Fk you, we need to do something or she’s gonna leave school and then all the progress we’ve made is gonna be lost”

“Progress?” - asked redhood

“yes progress, she’s got friends now, and its socializing, she needs to make friends who aren’t also assassins or meta humans” – Ricky was happy to think of Danny having friends and studying in the library

“or a demon child with daddy issues” – Todd wasn’t a fan of Raven and was happy to keep Dammy as far away from crazy demon girls, witch boys and all that nonsense. With a look of resolution was obvious , they will do what they must to keep Damine this year in school.

The next day a very obvious non disguised Dicky Grayson joined the school and introduced herself in homeroom class as Mika Anges von Rochester the III. “but you may call me III” – explained Dicky – “for shorts”

Danny had a look that seemed to scream “earth swallow me whole”

“Dafuc you’re doing here” – Danny was clearly annoyed

“I have news about your assassin” - Nightwing whispered – “I have intel from the justice league, the enemy we are searching for indeed goes to this school, he, or she, or them, goes by the code name RED X”

Danny read the file carefully after class, Red X had been targeting random rich students in class, torturing them and forcing them to send small sums of cash, normal bully behavior except this was a rich prep school, Red X could easily steal 10K + with each attack and get away with it, 10K here, 20K here, it ads up and was targeting specially rich students in class. Grayson disguising as a Dutchess from a rich family was a ploy to lure out the mysterious RedX.

Nightwing spent the rest of the day talking about his amazing wealth and pretty much embarrassing Damien with all her friends. She was clearly having fun.

“OMG Damine have you learned NOTHING? A2 + B2 = C2 so to solve this equation…” Dicky Grayson was annoyed at the fact that Damine still had difficulty with basic math, and reading, and writing, and history and literally anything”

“I don’t have time for this bullshit, I have learned nothing and will continue to learn nothing” replied Dammy annoyed, “Im only here to catch this assassin that I already know its Redhood btw, do you think I haven’t read Redhood’s aliases, how stupid do you think I am, I suspected this was all a farce but this confirms…..”

A smack to the head quieted the rant and turned into a tantrum. Clearly Danny did not appreciate the trick and was more annoyed than anything. But she understood what they were trying to do and decided to try 1% more.

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meli-r · 1 year ago

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Redemption v2.17

Yashiro stood in an operating theater flooded by a harsh, blinding light. Ryoji Hashida lay strapped to a table, his eyes wide with terror as he struggled futilely against his restraints. The cold, weighty scalpel in her hand gleamed in the unforgiving brightness.

Beside her, Touma's grip enveloped her wrist, guiding her hand with a gentle force. The scalpel descended toward Hashida's skull, eliciting muffled screams that reverberated through the air. Yashiro's heart raced as the blade cleaved through flesh and bone with precision, releasing a river of blood that painted a tableau.

Hashida's struggles grew weaker, his life force gradually ebbing away. Yashiro's movements were deliberate, almost mechanical, as the crimson tide flowed freely. With a final, decisive incision, a rush of power surged through her.

Hashida's lifeless form now adorned the table like a masterpiece. Yashiro turned to Touma, her eyes meeting his. The darkness that had clouded her mind seemed to dissipate, leaving behind an eerie calmness.

The sterile theater transformed, melting into an opulent dining setting. Yashiro and Touma sat across from each other, bathed in the soft flicker of candlelight. Crystal goblets cradled in their hands contained a deep red liquid that shimmered like rubies.

As they raised their glasses in a silent toast, the clinking sound reverberated like an echo. Yashiro brought the glass to her lips, tasting the metallic tang of the liquid on her tongue—a reminder that it was not wine she was sipping, but blood. Touma's lips curled into a smile as he drank from his own glass.

With a jolting gasp, Yashiro snapped awake, her body drenched in a cold sweat that clung to her like a suffocating shroud. She pushed herself upright, her muscles taut with tension. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she allowed her feet to touch the cool floor, sending a shiver up her spine.

Tremors coursed through her body, and she wrapped her arms around herself, attempting to dispel the lingering chill that clung to her skin. The room swayed as a wave of dizziness washed over her, prompting her to clutch the wall for support. Nausea churned within her, threatening to engulf her senses.

With her eyes tightly shut, Yashiro focused on her breath, drawing slow, deliberate inhalations that gradually calmed her racing heart. The nauseating sensation subsided, replaced by a lingering sense of discomfort.

Pushing herself away from the wall, Yashiro steadied herself, the room slowly coming back into focus. The dim light filtering through the curtains painted a gentle, ethereal glow. Her gaze shifted around the room, her surroundings familiar yet cast in a slightly different light.

Standing by the window, her fingers brushed against the fabric of the curtains, and she stared out at the delicate hues of the dawning sky. The remnants of the nightmarish vision loosened their grip, the dizziness fading, and Yashiro found herself standing resolute—a survivor of her own mind.

The grand hall of the academy buzzed with life, its lights gently flickering and conversations forming a soothing murmur. The anniversary celebration was in full swing, a blend of parents, students, and faculty members mingling in harmony. Yashiro found herself within this lively tapestry, her eyes keenly scanning the room.

Amidst the festivity, a familiar voice broke through the ambient noise, softly calling her name. Yashiro turned to see Shimotsuki Mika gracefully weaving her way towards her. In her wake followed a group of girls from their class, laughter flowing like infectious music. Yashiro couldn't help but smile, drawn in by their shared camaraderie.

"How I’d love it if there were boys here. Just imagine them mustering the courage to ask us to dance," Shimotsuki's eyes gleamed with mischief, her smile lighting up the moment with anticipation.

The other girls chimed in, their voices harmonizing in a chorus of dreams and agreements. Their circle formed a cocoon of relaxed conversations, painting a backdrop of youthful enthusiasm against the backdrop of celebration.

“Why don’t you tell them about Sadao?” a calm voice joined the conversation from behind.

Turning her gaze, Yashiro found Makishima Shougo, attired in a beige three-piece suit that harmonized with the amber shade of his eyes. His arms folded casually, his intent gaze fixed on her.

"We lived in the same neighborhood when I was a child," Yashiro began. "We'd scheme to get by."

“Tell them about Shinjuku,” Makishima prompted her with a casual incline of his head.

"It was during the night, at a dimly lit bar. The hour was late, and the place was quiet. That's when I met the owner's son—he was older than me."

“What did you do?” he inquired.

"We talked in the alley. A sneeze signaled Sadao to appear. I told the boy I'd meet him another day, then rendezvoused with Sadao."

“What did you do with the money?” a sly grin played on Makishima's lips.

"Our adventures included movies, the theater... until a disagreement arose about the number of books I bought. It got under my skin," Yashiro's voice held traces of nostalgia and amusement.

Amid the laughter of the group, Yashiro felt a sense of detachment, as if the narratives flowed around her. The storytelling continued, anecdotes ranging from lighthearted to profound. Yashiro seized the opportunity as her classmates remained engrossed in their tales. Turning to Makishima, she took a deep breath, signaling her readiness to seize a moment of solitude within the celebration. Together, they moved through the bustling room, a dynamic pair amidst the festivity.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Yashiro remarked, her tone a mix of caution and concern.

"I wouldn't miss this splendid celebration," Makishima responded with nonchalance.

"Your attitude towards this situation seems rather light. There's a police car stationed outside. They're screening everyone entering. You're involving yourself in something that might be beyond your control."

"I appreciate the company. Shall we?" Makishima's gaze met hers as he extended his hand, an inviting gesture. Yashiro hesitated briefly before placing her hand in his. Together, they began to move to the rhythm of the music.

"I understand this is very challenging for you, but we can't both lead," Makishima shook his head.

Yashiro exhaled a heavy sigh, her initial resistance fading as the music continued to wrap around them. She felt herself falling into step with his movements. He guided her with a touch that was both reassuring and compelling. Reluctantly, she relinquished control and allowed herself to be led, her steps aligning with his. Their motions flowed seamlessly, as though they had practiced this dance countless times before.

"How did you know about Shinjuku?" her voice lowered, a tinge of intrigue coloring her words.

"I didn't," Makishima admitted.

"But you brought it up."

“It was a lovely story,” he raised an eyebrow. “The bar, the alley.”

"I made it up," she confessed, a playful grin dancing on her lips.

Makishima's eyes narrowed, a low chuckle escaping his lips. They continued to sway, the world around them fading as they surrendered to the rhythm of the dance, paying little heed to the path they were treading or the tempo they were setting.

“There’s Kirino’s father, the lawyer. Behind me, on my left. Short black hair. Dark suit. Old brown watch,” Yashiro's voice dropped lower. “Altoromagi Abele.”

“Do you think he's planning something against her father?” Makishima's inquiry was contemplative.

“It’s just a hunch.”

“A hunch, huh? Your intuition seems keen when it comes to unraveling a man’s motives.”

“That’s his daughter, Kirino Touko,” Yashiro nodded towards a young woman with wavy black hair who was conversing with other students.

“I remember that name. He often said she reminded him of someone named... princess,” Makishima frowned momentarily.

“That’s what his mother used to call his sister. And now he killed her,” Yashiro’s eyes widened.

Her gaze shifted from Makishima to the unfolding scene. Touma was leaving the crowd, ascending the stairs with Kirino’s father. They were engaged in a hushed conversation.

“What’s she doing?” Yashiro mumbled, watching Kirino approach them. “I need to stop her.”

“There’s a door behind you, to your right. It'll take you to them,” Makishima nodded.

“I'll need a distraction. I'm not supposed to be here due to my suspension.”

“Why did you come then?” Makishima asked.

“I was curious.”

“We make quite the pair, especially when we're up to no good,” he remarked with a smile. “Just be yourself.”

He spun her around deliberately, causing Yashiro to accidentally bump into a woman carrying a tray of glasses. The tray crashed to the ground, glass shattering and a minor commotion ensuing. Makishima turned away and melted into the crowd, skillfully fading from sight and blending with the masses, effectively diverting the crowd's attention.

Yashiro seized the opportunity amidst the chaos, slipping down an unoccupied hallway and discreetly entering the door Makishima had indicated. The academy staff seemed oblivious to her departure. As she traversed the corridor, her footsteps echoed softly in the quiet expanse, but an unsettling feeling of foreboding slowly crept over her.

Back in the main hall, the celebration swirled onward. A chill traversed Yashiro's spine, an intangible sensation she couldn't shake. Amidst the music, conversations, and laughter, she strained to hear something more. Above the din, a faint clicking sound emerged, resonating through the hallway.

The noise drew her attention, its source elusive. The sensation of being watched encroached upon her, casting an eerie sense of solitude aside. Doubt tainted her perception, casting shadows upon her surroundings.

Yashiro's heartbeat hastened as she pushed forward through the corridor. Guided by instinct, she veered toward the direction Kirino had taken. Shallow breaths punctuated the charged air as Yashiro approached Kirino with measured steps.

"Kirino-san," Yashiro's voice interjected with gentleness and resolve. Kirino turned, meeting Yashiro's gaze.

"Takahashi-san? What are you doing here?" Kirino's tone held a blend of curiosity and suspicion.

"I was looking for you, actually. I was just discussing cameras and photography with some friends, and your expertise came to mind. One of them is in the market for a camera but is uncertain about the make and model... I thought you could provide some guidance..."

“Oh, sure! I was searching for Touma. I thought I saw him with my dad,” Kirino's gaze flitted between Yashiro and the direction she had been heading.

Yashiro's mind raced, strategizing the unfolding scenario.

"Are you entirely certain it was him? Sometimes our perceptions can deceive us. I spotted them in the main hall," Yashiro suggested in a soothing tone. “Come on, let’s head back. We don't want to attract undue attention by wandering around.”

After a brief pause, Kirino acquiesced. Yashiro conjured a reassuring smile and turned to lead the way back to the main hall. Yet, an unshakable sense of surveillance gripped Yashiro. Then, just as Yashiro believed they were in the clear, a distinct sound reached her ears–the faint click of a pen. Barely audible, it sent a shiver down her spine. Her gaze darted down the corridor, but there was naught but an empty passage, dimly lit.

"Takahashi-san, you seem a bit off. Everything alright?" Kirino's voice broke through Yashiro's reverie.

Yashiro turned her attention back to Kirino, mustering another smile, “Yes, I'm fine. Let's continue on.”

As Kirino nodded, Yashiro's gaze involuntarily returned to the corridor, her sense of unease deepening.

As the event drew to a close, the principal delivered a few closing remarks to the attendees before expressing gratitude for their presence. Applause followed, and as people began to make their exit, a handful remained, lingering in conversation.

In the heart of the room, a cluster of students encircled someone, engaged in a search. Yashiro's gaze narrowed, revealing Kirino Touko within the group. Their eyes locked, and Kirino navigated through the crowd toward Yashiro.

“Takahashi-san, did you happen to see my dad?” Touko inquired.

Yashiro shook her head. Her attention briefly connected with Makishima, who was engaged in conversation with some faculty members. A fleeting exchange of glances passed between them before they both left the room.

Kirino's hands tightened in front of her as she scanned the surroundings. Parents departed alongside their children, yet her father remained absent. Yashiro's breath caught as her attention gravitated towards Kirino. An unexplainable force drew her to the young woman's presence.

#psycho pass #makishima shogo #makishima shougo #shogo makishima #shougo makishima #psycho pass fanfiction

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pigspeetsandhooflikefeets · 8 months ago

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the first five music asks. go nuts

on it

1: A song you like with a color in the title

I love MIKA and "We Are Golden" is one of his best songs to make you go nuts. Watch the music video if you haven't!

2: A song you like with a number in the title

Easiest question so far. Easily could have gone with "5-7-0-5" to promote City Boy again, but "this "86" by Green Day owns me. Rejection songs my beloved.

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

Any songs can remind me of summer. But if I'm thinking about the depressing aspects of summer, gotta go with "Vacation" by the Go-Gos. That part of summer you only feel loneliness. Oh yeah.

4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

Every time I listen to "Buried Alive by Avenged Sevenfold I think of the most OBNOXIOUS pumpkin carver on a Halloween baking show I watched years ago. Mostly because the week his team should have been eliminated had a buried alive theme. Sorry to anyone who assumed this prompt would make me think of people IRL.

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

Yknow there used to be a song every time I'd play it I'd intentionally raise the volume when the chorus was coming up, but I can't remember it. Hm.

Can't think of it so you get a different song. "Long-Forgotten Fairytale" by The Magnetic Fields. No one gets you like me. If you can listen to all 69 in a day (I have) and it's not in your top 10, you listened to a different album. It DOES fit the prompt actually. I want to scream the chorus every listen. Whatever.

#I love you music prompts. I love talking about music #trying to not do overlapping artists until it's necessary #personal pig #anonymous

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hyeque · 3 years ago

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you’re not you [kozume kenma]

@melianlmao said: Hi!! Can I get a number 2 on the Angst prompt list for Kenma please? Congratulations On 200! You deserve it for your amazing writing!! <3

synopsis: you and kenma have a fallout with your relationship

notes: hey, sorry this too so long but as usual i wrote a bunch! and tysm for supporting me. i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: just angst, like a lot, open ending, typos probably, this is LONG (2.6k to be exact)

kenma knew he fucked up.

he can't remember how it all went terribly downhill, but currently, the two of you were in the middle of a screaming match. and anyone knew it had to be astronomically bad for kenma to be screaming.

and now he's sitting in his gaming chair mauling over the last conversation the two of you had right before you broke up with him...

"-i don't get why this is such a big deal, you know how my job is, how my life is, why is everything suddenly a shock to you?!" he snapped, hands running through his long locks for the thirtieth time.

"you know i didn't sign up to be ignored or dismissed most of the time! you act like being my boyfriend is a chore or something!"

"if that's how you see it then that's not my fault." he laughed bitterly. "it's not my fault that you're so damn clingy."

you were taken aback by his words but continued your rant, "well not acting like my boyfriend is one thing, but going off and acting like some else's is something i can't tolerate."

"this again?" he questioned, "and i've told you a million times that mika and i are just friends. i can't help that we stream together a lot."

your head starts to throb from stress. as smart as kenma is, how could he be so clueless to your feelings? "well, you don't want to go public with our relationship and people keep thinking that she's your girlfriend! i mean how hard is it to deny that?!" you're shaking by this point. your heart racing a thousand miles per second.

"i've never said she was my girlfriend on stream, twitter, youtube, or anywhere, i've even denied it. but i can't control what my fans think either." he argued.

it's quiet for a moment, the tension hanging onto a meer thread.

"kenma, all i'm asking for is some change. we can't keep going like this." you voice is strained, exhausted. you wanted so badly to curl up in his arms and call it a night but it was far from comfort for the moment.

there's a blank look on kenma's face. the same one he gives when he's indifferent about something. "it's already hard. i can't just change everything to accommodate you."

a pang struck your heart. the next words that came out of your mouth didn't feel like they entirely belonged to you.

"then," you start, "we should break up."

his head snapped up and for the first time in twenty minutes he was looking at you. "what?"

"if there's no room for me in your life, in your schedule, as your girlfriend," your lip quivered as you spoke your next words, "then it's only best that we break up. i don't want to take up anymore of your 'free time'." you turned and grabbed your jacket and keys. you didn't want to give him time to speak.

"wait-"

"i'll be back to get my stuff later. see you around, or not." you said before opening and slamming the front door shut.

already, the place kenma was supposed to call home felt bigger, emptier, and colder without you in it. but as he swallowed his pride, he couldn't admit to himself that you were the answer to everything he needed.

"he's such an idiot." hinata huffs. "do you want me to knock some sense into him?"

currently you're on video call with hinata. it had been several months since you and kenma broke up. the topic of kenma came up once hinata mentioned that the blonde wants for him to join in a collaboration. apparently 'for your sake', hinata turned it down.

when hinata first learned of your break up, it devastated him. he could see the pain in your eyes as you talked about it to him. you had come to terms with telling him about it once hinata began to notice the trend that you and kenma were video chatting him separately and not together like usual.

to see you broken ruined hinata.

you roll your eyes at the ginger's antics. "for the last time sho, it's fine. i'm not worried about it." you sigh. "it was for the best."

hinata grunts out of displeasure. his brown eyes look at you sternly as he digests your lie. "you know you don't have to play off your feelings around me, right?"

you huff, feeling easily flustered. "i know it's just," you chew the inside of your cheek, "i want to know what i did wrong? like what i could've done better."

"nothing. because you didn't do anything wrong and you were doing everything just fine." he coaxes. "you're a great person and kenma was too stupidly blind to notice that."

you weakly smile. "thanks, sho."

"anytime," hinata suddenly jumps up, his eyes bright, "oh! actually, i have an idea!"

your stomach almost turns at hearing that. "well that can't be good."

"don't be mean," he pouts slightly, "it's actually a good idea for once." he admits.

"okay, spill." you nod.

hinata beams with excitement, practically vibrating. "what if we pretend to date? to make him jealous?"

the sound of the idea nearly hits you in the face and you lean back from shock. "what?"

"well it could be an interesting way to get him to talk. we both know pushing him to a certain point is the only way he will. he's get to admit that he's wrong and that's what you want, right?"

"i mean yeah, i doubt he still has feelings for me." you laugh bitterly. "it would go horribly."

the ginger vigorously shakes his head. "i can say with confidence that pudding head still has feelings for you. despite being angry with him, i've heard him talk about you. he always sounds so miserable." hinata says, "we just have to make him realize his mistake."

"fine, i'll do it." you sigh. "but if this backfires you owe me big time."

"if that means taking you out for dinner for a month, sure! we can discuss more on the plan when i arrive to sendai." he looks at his watch, pursing his lips, "i don't want to cut this short, but i have to go. i have packing i need to finish up."

you wave goodbye, excited to see your best friend, "i can't wait to see you! call me when you have officially landed!"

"i will. see ya!" he waves, flashing a bright smile.

the day of hinata's arrival, you, yachi, and yamaguchi are all present at the airport well beforehand. tsukishima should've been with you all, but complained that he didn't want to show up because it's too early. he mumbled something about 'having a safe flight'.

but to put a cherry on top of things, kenma is there too. he arrived later than you all and you could tell the air became tense when he greets you all. the convo is a bit awkward but you all manage to make conversation.

"you look nice." kenma says to you, looking you over. "it's nice seeing you."

you nod, your smile faint. "you too, kozume."

he flinches at the sound of his last name, but doesn't have time to comment on it when hinata appears through the gate. you your friends cheer and run over to him, engulfing him in a group hug.

kenma's eyes watch as hinata's refined buff and muscular form swallows you up in a hug, spinning you around. it's a hug that in his opinion lasted a bit too long.

"hi sho," you laugh, tightening your arms around him.

"how are you? good?" he asks, looking at you sternly. you nod solemnly. he only holds you tighter and yachi and yamaguchi exchange a look, peering at kenma.

"kenma, it's good to see you." hinata embraces the man in a halfhearted hug. you made him promise to not let his emotions get the better of him.

"you too, sho." the blonde smiles.

after collecting hinata's bags you all go out to eat dinner to celebrate his return. while there you and hinata keep your plan intact. your hands touch occasionally and you laugh, sharing inside jokes that the other three didn't get. kenma shifts uncomfortably multiple times.

yachi and yamaguchi ask kenma of his whereabouts, but only to be nice, and before you all know it dinner is over and you all part your separate ways.

later that evening, kuroo comes over to deliver some of kenma's packages. they're making general conversation until kuroo changes the topic.

"so...what's got your undies in a twist?"

"shoyō's back." he tells him, fingers tracing the tape on the package. "she seemed really excited to see him."

"glad that shrimpy's back," kuroo then cocks his head to the side, processing the latter part of kenma's sentence, "so are they dating?"

"dunno," the younger friend shrugs, "it's not any of my business anyways."

the raven haired man shifts his focus to his friend. if anyone else was pissed at kenma, it was kuroo. he didn't know you too well, but he knew you were a good fit for kenma. and for him to act like he didn't care about you, when he clearly did–still does–does not sit right with him.

kuroo pushes the conversation. "well aren't you happy that she's happy? you don't sound like it. you sound upset."

"you know that's not what i mean." kenma huffs, his brow creasing. "it's just...not something i like seeing. but what do i know?"

"if it bothers you that much, maybe do something about it before it's too late then?" kuroo says, before leaving.

irritation bubbles within kenma but as much as he hated hearing it, he knows that kuroo is right.

...and that's how he finds himself at your front door. it's 10pm but as much as kenma wanted edit or stream, he couldn't with you on his mind.

upon opening the front door, your eyes widen in surprise, then mild agitation. while you're slightly excited about the plan hinata made working, that didn't erase your bottled up feelings from what happened before.

"what are you doing here?" you press your lips into a thin line, not at all amused by the sight of the blond.

"hi," he greets, peering at you shyly, "can i come in?just want to chat."

begrudgingly, you open the door and he walks in. you both walk to your living room and sit down. it's silent for a moment, the tension in the air thick between the two of you.

kenma clears his throat. "so you and shoyo, huh?"

you scoff, rolling your eyes. "is that what this is about?"

"i just asked a question." he shrugs nonchalantly. "was just surprised at how close you two had gotten. i didn't think you'd move on so quickly-"

a quip. "did you not want me to?"

a sigh. "that's not what i meant."

a huff. "that's what it sounds like."

a glare. "are you looking for a fight?"

you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. besides the airport, you hadn't seen each other in months yet were able to argue like no other.

"i don't get it kenma. you act like you don't want to be with me, but the minute i try to move on, the minute i try to go to someone who does want to be with me, you have a problem? do you want me to remain miserable for the rest of my life or something?"

"no, of course not, i-it's just," he swallows hard and you can tell in his brain that he's trying to choose the right words. he doesn't want to say something wrong.

"seeing you with someone else really makes me sick to my stomach." he admits, shifting in his spot. you can tell he's uncomfortable with how vulnerable he's being, but at the same time his eyes hold sincerity in his phrase.

"call me selfish. call me stupid, or an idiot–whatever you want. i know it's bad to realize the things you've taken for granted once they're gone, but i promise you that if you give me another chance i'll do so much better."

he steps closer, surveying if you'd retract back from his touch. once he sees that you don't move, he grabs your hand. "i'm so sorry for how i treated you. you were just looking out for me and wanted the best for me. i should've been more appreciative." he shakes his head, "i can't promise you that i'll be like hinata, i'm...i'm not that kind of person-"

"and i can't promise you that i'll understand everything about every game you play." you cut in, and close your eyes, "but kenma, i don't know if i can give you a second chance. at least not right now. you really hurt me. for awhile i felt like my feelings were invalid and only three months later are we finally having a conversation that should've happened sooner."

the more you talk, the more you realize you don't actually know if getting back together with kenma is an ideal situation. while you hadn't been together you had taken time to figure yourself out, and while you're still processing the situation you really only want closure. that's enough for you.

and hinata, hinata had been there for you through it all. he'd made you feel better. he made you laugh and smile so much you almost forgot about how you felt before. your chest tightens as you're beginning to realize: are your feelings for hinata fake?

kenma bows his head apologetically. "i'm really sorry. i mean it. i never meant to hurt you so badly."

"i know you are." you say, a weak smile on your face, "but sorry isn't enough to heal the past. it takes time."

"i'm starting to get it now, and i understand. can we at least be friends? for now?" he says, looking at you again.

"yes, of course," you pull him into an embrace. he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, feeling slightly calmer once inhaling your scent. "i just...i need you to do better, okay?"

he nods quietly, his hold on you tightening. "m'not letting you go, you got that?"

it takes a lot for kenma to not only be vulnerable but emotionally vulnerable, and what more could you ask for?

when you pull back you finally feel the need to come clean."you know shoyō only did all of that to make you jealous, right?" you admit.

kenma is confused before a slight frown appears on his face. "i wasn't jealous..." he corrects, but the tint of red in his cheeks says otherwise. he tries to hide his face behind his ombré locks and you don't have the heart to tell him it's too late.

"okay, sure." you answer with a smirk. you aren't kuroo, you won't tease him to death-at least not right now.

"well i'm glad we had this chat. i won't hold you up any longer." you both hug again. he starts out the door and pauses, looking back, "so, i'll see you later?"

"yeah, i'll give you a call." you nod, waving as he leaves.

you shut the door and there's silence for awhile. for the first time in months the heavy feeling in your chest feels...easier.

there's the sound of a door opening and shuffling feet. you turn at the noise.

"is he gone?" hinata steps out from your bedroom, peering into the living room.

"yeah," you say, walking towards him and pulling him into an embrace, "i think we are finally on the same page."

"good."

#haikyuu!#kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma scenario #kenma angst #kozume kenma #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x f!reader #kenma x f!reader

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sofiakistein · 3 years ago

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can you please write another mikasa x reader x yelena?

❱ Hi, Elizabeth! OFCOURSE I CAN. ngl, I was excited when I saw this bc I Mikasa and Yelena are a weird couple I love

└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Mikasa x reader x Yelena x gn! reader

└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.0k

└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: light prasing, light dacryphilia, use of pet names (princess), recording, fingering, orgasms denial, threeway kiss, pussy slaping. All characters are 18+ here.

prompts

You hate the look on Yelena's face. It's straight disappointment, and it's heartbreaking.

Mikasa, on the other side, doesn't know why you broke the rules. Her delicate hands are on your shoulders while you're sitting on her lap, with tears rolling down your face.

"Why are you crying? Have we ever given you a reason to cry?" asks Yelena, sitting on her knees to see your face. "I just asked you a question. Why are you crying?"

"Because you're mad at me now," you answer, sobbing and looking to your bare thighs to ignore her eyes.

"Who said we're mad?" asks Mikasa. She grabs you by the chin, making you look at her. "So you're not?" you ask.

"Of course we are," she replies before kissing you softly on the lips. "And you know why,"

You nodded. Mikasa kisses you again, and you feel Yelena's hands on top of yours, tracing little circles on your skin. "You know this hurts us more than you, princess," she states and lifts herself a little to join the kiss Mikasa, and you were already sharing. You felt saliva dripping from your chin, and suddenly, Yelena breaks the kiss. "But if we don't punish you, you'll never learn,"

"'Lena's right," speaks Mikasa. Her hands travel from your shoulders to your waist, she lifts you from her lap and sits you in the bed with her behind you. "It's necessary," Mikasa kisses the top of your head, and Yelena puts her hands on your knees to spread your legs.

Fresh arousal from moments ago drips from your pussy to your bare thighs. Yelena sighs and gives little kisses from your knee until your core, licking the juices stuck to your skin and moaning softly in the process.

"How does it taste?" asks Mikasa. She is admiring with curiosity Yelena's actions, and she wishes to be the one in between your legs, however, she knows that her time will come soon. Yelena lifts herself and kisses Mikasa so she can taste you. You want to be part of the kiss, but you know that you are in no position of doing that. "Sweet as always," speaks Mikasa after ending the kiss with Yelena.

Back on her knees, the blonde woman crawls to the drawer and grabs her cellphone. You feel Mikasa's hands on your tummy, caressing the skin and teasing you until you start squirming in the bed because you need attention down there.

You fist the bedsheets, knowing well that if you use them to relieve the aching sensation on your pussy, the punishment is going to be ten times worse. Yelena knows you are impatient, after all, you couldn't even get the chance to cum when they arrived.

"You already know what to do, Mika," commands Yelena. She presses the recording button on her phone while the fingers of the raven-haired girl behind you start circling your clit. You throw your head to the back, resting it on Mikasa's chest and letting her do all the job. Moans and lewd noises are the only things that can be heard in the room by now. "How does it feel, princess?" asks Yelena, making sure that she captures every expression of pleasure coming from you.

"Good-" you answer in between moans. Mikasa smiles and kisses your neck, sucking and biting a little.

"I know," speaks Yelena. "But do you deserve it? After what you did?"

"She does not," replies Mikasa with her head buried on the crook of your neck. "She broke the rules," she explains and stops circling your clit. You want to scream and let them know that you need that release, or you'll go crazy.

"Which rule did you break?" Yelena brings her phone closer to your pussy, to capture how wet you were, and suddenly, she slaps it. A few of your juices jump into the camera. "C'mon, use your big girl words,"

"I was masturbating," you admit shyly. You felt Mikasa's smile on your skin, and then she lifts her head to look at the camera.

"She was touching herself without us," says Mikasa. Once again, her fingers start circling your clit, but this time, slowly and painfully.

"Were you touching yourself?" Yelena asks mockingly. You feel ashamed, not only because you indeed were masturbating, but also because she is recording everything, and you know she's going to make you see the video later. "I thought you were a good girl. What happened?"

You cannot answer to her, you were immersed in Mikasa's touch. Her other hand teases your entrance, and you feel two of her fingers making their way inside you.

"You know what happens when you break the rules, don't you?" asks Mikasa. "You need to learn to keep your hands away from what does not belong to you,"

You nod. The only thing coming out of your mouth were moans with both their names; your chest was heavily going up and down and your eyes were rolling to the back of your skull.

"But you're not going to do it again, are you?" asks Yelena. The camera is recording perfectly every inch of pleasure that Mikasa gives you, and Yelena is viewing that scene with lust; she wants to ruin you completely. The only people allowed to touch you are them, not even yourself. You shook your head, and Yelena smiles. "Good girl," she praises you.

"You wanna cum, don't you? You wanna make a mess on us," says Mikasa, her fingers going in and out of you as if that was her only goal in life. You nod eagerly, not being able to speak.

And being on the peak of pleasure, Mikasa stops. She takes her fingers out of you and leaves you empty, wanting more; the very same fingers that were fucking you so good seconds ago are now in Mikasa's mouth. She is tasting you and cleaning the mess that you did.

You start crying harder, and a loud laugh from Yelena echoes in the room. She knows that now you're not crying because you made them mad; you are crying because of the frustration of orgasm denial. Yelena crawls to you and with her free hand pets your head as if you were a dog.

"That was the first of today, ok?" her voice is sweet but evil at the same time.

"We have other nine to go until you can cum properly," coos Mikasa in your ear.

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erenoir · 3 years ago

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+.ﾟ✩ “only if for a night”

💿 now playing ! bags by clairo

genre ::: angst, best friends to lovers, emo pining, smut

warnings ::: 18+ content, discussions of drugs, two emo best friends in a room they might fuck, descriptions of injuries and blood, cunnilingus, scissoring, mdni

feat ::: drug dealer!mikasa x fem!reader

wc ::: 5.5k

summary ::: you hadn’t seen your best friend in years, loose ends left untied as she abruptly left your life without telling you why. you could’ve sworn she was dead… until one night brings you together under dangerous circumstances.

a/n: this is my first time writing wlw so i’ve been hesitant to post this : / but the mika brainrot has been so bad + the story just poured out of me i’m sorry if this is bad okay but yeah :3

tagging ! @bajikou @ryugamii @suyasgf @weenieslug @yuurrrrrrr @espritmuse x thank u guys ♡︎

“You owe me fucking money Ackerman-”

“Don’t be ridiculous… you know I have no control over who decides to break into my car and steal my stash, right?”

“Don’t get smart with me, I want my money by tomorrow night.”

“How do you expect me to get you 2k in less than 24 hours?”

“I don’t care how... figure it out.”

Your body was serene in the dead of night, the hum of your fan harmonizing with the storm raging outside of your bedroom had eventually lulled you into a deep sleep. Though you tossed and turned on occasion, there was very little that could jolt you awake, your body unconsciously snuggled deeper under the covers when you heard a creak sound off in the middle of your dream. You scrunch your nose up and squeeze your eyes shut to rid your mind of the disruptive noise.There it is again, you thought, your body slowly shifting out of its sunken state, as you turn to your other side to face your window, curtains blowing as the wind seeps through the glass cracked open.

The window was cracked open.

What was it doing open?

You could’ve sworn you closed it before you went to bed, you always did, you even lock it to be extra safe. So why had you forgotten to close it all of a sudden? The amount of true crime documentaries you consumed had prepared you for a moment like this… you never left your window open at night. The cool breeze makes your body go stiff, the crisp air shaking you out of your groggy state but also setting off the internal alarm within you. It made you realize that you in fact didn’t leave the window open… and so your heart stopped, your feet hitting the carpet as you gently swung your legs over the edge of the bed. Your hand trembled as you sluggishly extended it over your nightstand, taking hold of your phone and opening up the emergency contact prompt, the light from the screen illuminating the dark room. This was not how you expected to die.

“Don’t.”

No… this was when your heart stopped. You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out, what was supposed to be blood-curdling emerged a choked whisper. There wasn’t much more to do but sit still and let your thumb hover over your screen, though you couldn’t see the keypad to dial 911 through the wall of tears that blocked your vision anyway.

“Please… just take whatever you want… don’t hurt me, I'm begging you,” you pleaded the intruder, the pounding in your chest becoming unbearable as you listened to the heavy footsteps round the corner of your bed. You didn’t dare look up at them, only making out the silhouette of their black boots in the moonlight.

“I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t give me a reason to,” they responded, it almost sounded as if they were masking their voice, speaking in an octave lower than they normally do, and for a second it almost felt familiar to you. This intruder didn’t have an aura filled with malice, no ill-intent for you, it was evident to you, you weren’t sure how you knew but you just did. But you still shook, your stomach still crawled and your heart was still on the verge of combusting. You held your breath, not even wanting to breathe too loud for that could be the reason you give them to hurt you.

“Just tell me where the jewelry box is,” that was the intruders mistake. They didn’t ask you for your wallet, the keys to your car or your laptop that sat on the desk mere feet away from you. They asked for a jewelry box… and not a jewelry box, the jewelry box. They knew you had a jewelry box… the one you've had since you were a kid, the one that held a ballerina on a spring captive, only freed to pirouette in circles when you wanted access to your accessories. Thousands of dollars worth of jewelry laid in that box and this intruder knew that.

That’s when you dared to look at them… to trail your eyes up their body, starting at those black boots that did look familiar after all. Then your gaze traced up their legs, clad with ripped tights… then to their torso, baggy shirt slick to their stomach with rainwater. Then you saw their face… her face, even in the dark her steel grey eyes glared into you the way they always had… and you couldn’t believe she was standing there.

“Mikasa? What are you-”

“I’m not doing this, just tell me where you put your jewelry box,” she crossed her arms across her chest, her body shaking as the air nipped at her wet body. You hadn’t seen Mikasa in years, let alone talked to her, she went radio silent and cut you off, for reasons unbeknownst to you. You used to be so close, until things went sour. You could see her growing more and more distant after the sudden death of her parents, an eighteen year old left to fend for herself and you offered her everything… a place to stay until she got back on her feet, you were prepared to give her some shifts at your part-time job but she turned it all down and left. The two of you were inseparable, neither of you could envision a life without the other, two halves of a fiery whole… you could’ve sworn you fell in love with her. How could you not? No one knew more about you than she did, and she took all of your secrets, your late nights together, your most vulnerable moments and she vanished. You were so fucking mad…

“Where did you go?” You whispered, feeling the tears coming back to you but shit how you hated to cry for her.

“I said I’m not doing-”

“I don’t care that you’re not doing this… whatever this is. You left Mikasa… no actually you fucking vanished… not a word from you for years- do you know how many messages I left? How many people I called just to get the slightest idea of where the fuck my best friend could’ve gone? I thought you were fucking dead and do you care? You’re in my room… in the middle of the night asking for something I haven’t seen in years. I think you need to fuck off-”

Your legs carried you straight to the source of years of aching anxiety, you had no emotional strength left but you pushed with everything left in you. You grabbed her soggy shirt in your hands and shook her but she never broke, her face remained still but you swore you saw the slightest hint of guilt in her eyes. When you pulled your hands away they were slick in a dark liquid, and as you held them up to the window to be illuminated by the night sky you realized that the liquid was crimson… and it had come from Mikasa’s stomach.

“W-what happened Mikasa?” It broke the raven-haired girl to see her best friend like this. It was never her intention to wake you, she wanted to take what she needed and leave. Even after three years of not being in your room she still remembered where you kept your jewelry box, tucked away in the top shelf of your closet, but when her hands dusted over the surface it wasn’t there. But because Mikasa forgot where the creaky floorboards were, a few wrong steps lead her straight to a disgruntled you, half-awake in what used to be one of her t-shirts. It was never her intention for you to see her like this and she never wanted to drag you into her bullshit… that was why she left you high and dry in the first place.

“Please don’t worry about me-”

“Don’t? Worry? All I’ve done for the past three years is worry about you… and now you’re finally back and I’m still worried about you…” You clutched your chest, Mikasa’s blood staining the white cotton as you used your other hand to trace along the wall until your fingers met the lightswitch. Everything in you told you to keep the light off… everything in you told you to tell her to leave empty-handed. But this was your Mikasa standing in the dark of the room you never thought you’d see her in again… so you turned them on.

God, how you wish you didn’t turn the light on.

“Don’t look at me like that…” She whispered, the crack in her voice signifying that she was on the verge of tears just as you were. To see you standing there in front of her in her shirt, it felt like she’d never left. Her home has always been with you, but the feeling of not being welcomed in your own home was something Mikasa never wanted to experience again after tonight. The tears finally left her eyes when she watched you clasp a hand over your mouth, her blood staining your lips, when she watched your eyes widen in terror at the sight before you. She’d never felt so ashamed of herself.

“I won’t let you leave this fucking room until you tell me what happened,” you demanded. Mikasa was a mess, her face bruised, blood seeping through to her shirt, cuts lining up and down her legs, macara decorating her reddened cheeks… and you weren’t mad. She had to know you weren’t mad.

“I’m not mad at you…” You cried, approaching her slowly as if you were trying to catch a wild animal, or calm a violent storm, “I just wanna help you… okay? That’s it.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to scare her off, God knows you couldn’t lose her again. Just another two steps until you stood in front of her silent being, wrapping your arms around her cautiously and awkwardly. You two stood there like that for a while, with Mikasa’s arms at her sides, allowing you to hold her in your embrace. It took a few minutes for her to rest her head into the nook of your neck and cry, her mascara seeping into your shirt.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know Mika,” she broke at the nickname, no one had ever called her that except you and she hadn’t heard it in years. Everything came crashing down in that moment and for the first time in years she felt safe, and she felt so stupid for leaving things the way she did. You deserved better than her, you always had.

“I’m s-so-”

“Sh, sh, sh… it’s okay,” you hugged her tighter, feeling her arms snake around your waist and hoist you up into her chest, smushing the two of you together. You relaxed in her grip, your girl had finally come back to you, and though you didn’t know where the hell she went you were incessant on chasing the feeling of being back in her arms. It wasn’t until she uttered her next words that you actually began to panic again.

“I’m in trouble…” She whispered in your ear, maybe you didn’t hear, that was good. If you didn’t hear then she would put you back to sleep and promise she’d stay with you until morning, only to leave in the middle of the night and never come back again. She couldn’t make the mistake of involving you in the mess her life had become, but no one was ever as in tune with her body than you were so of course you heard what she said. And she felt the way you froze in her arms and she hated the way you pushed her back and looked at the floor between the two of you.

“Mikasa I can’t help you unless you tell me everything… and you need to start from the beginning.”

So she did.

She told you everything.

For three hours the two of you laid in your bed, not caring how bloody, soggy, or dingy the sheets got. You couldn’t be bothered to care about anything other than the fact that you were with each other again. You laid with your chests to the ceiling, and you stayed silent while Mikasa poured everything out to you. She told you that she started selling drugs after her parents died, it was risky but an easy way to make a lot of cash fast. She was desperate to get on her feet without your help so she left. She knew if she stuck around you were bound to get caught up in the lifestyle she fell into and it wasn’t a safe one for you to be in, you had too much ahead of you to let her drag you down. She kept saying that she “didn’t want to be a burden,” so she cut you off and blocked your number so she wouldn’t be tempted to pick up and hear your voice every time you called. She told you that she cared about you too much to let you follow the same path she did, so she pushed you away until she physically couldn’t anymore. For three years she sold, she started with weed, then worked her way up to cocaine once she built more trust with her supplier. Mikasa was tough, she always fought the battles in your friendship, and she managed to stick it out as a drug dealer for three long years.

Until she couldn’t.

Things started to go downhill when customers just weren’t buying as much any more, and the overflow of white bricks that hid in the trunk of her car could only stay hidden for so long until someone pried the metal open and left with her stash. She watched as the thief ran off with her shit in a backpack, and three empty bullet casings later she still couldn’t shoot them down. She went a week with her supply stolen, telling her boss that was selling it, to just give her some time. But time went by quickly in the world of drug dealing, and when you say that you’re going to sell by a certain time then you’re going to sell by a certain time. Mikasa’s boss didn’t want to hear her excuses, and when she said that she didn’t have the money, a gun was pulled to her head in less than a minute. He beat her to a pulp, ripping open all of the wounds she stumbled into your room with.

She had to have his money by tomorrow.

“You could’ve come to me for help… you didn’t have to start doing this shit to what? Prove something? Mikasa, your parents died, you were eighteen years old, no one was expecting you to get by on your own-”

“I didn’t want to be a burden-”

“Shut up… you were- are my best friend… I would’ve never let you do this shit by yourself,” your words broke off into a whisper, you slid your hand across the sheets of your bed to close the gap between you two, lightly grazing your pinky against hers. You heard Mikasa sniffle beside you, holding back the small whimpers that were dying to leave her lips. It was her turn to rub her pinky against yours, before she eventually took your hand in hers and intertwined your fingers. Bringing the back of your hand to her lips you felt her tears kiss your skin and her chest silently rack with sobs.

“So that’s why you want the jewelry box… I have some expensive shit in there you know,” you teased, letting your eyes flutter shut to the sound of Mikasa’s giggle. You turned your head to face her, watching as the tears rolled off of her cheeks and seep into the pillow beneath her head.

“I stuffed it underneath my bed… all the way to the back… I couldn’t look at it everytime I walked into my closet I-” your voice cracked as you felt your breath shake, your nose flaring up as you tried to stop yourself from crying again, “-It just reminded me of you Mika… you gave it to me and no matter how it aged I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I really thought you were fucking dead and looking at that box made me sick.”

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t let you get hurt,” she looked you in the eyes, the two of you soaked in tears as you tried to rekindle years of lost time, “If you love something you have to let it go, right?” She laughed, bringing a wrist up to her nose to wipe the snot away, “If I was gonna move on I had to let you go.”

“But you came back… and you’re with me again so please just let me back in,” you debated whether or not now was a good time to tell her how you truly felt. How she left you without letting you say any last words, how she left with loose ends and feelings unaddressed, and how she left without giving you the chance to tell her that you fell in love with your best friend.

And as Mikasa looked at you, she watched the way your lips moved as you spoke, how your cheeks rose and fell perfectly when you laughed, and how every word that left your mouth felt like a love letter written just for her. She debated whether or not now was the time to tell you that she loved you, and yes of course she loved you as a friend, but how she loved you, unabashedly, recklessly, completely enamored with every ounce of your essence. The day she left you was one she regretted, because she left without telling you that she fell in love with her best friend.

But she wouldn't do that again.

And you wouldn’t let her do it again.

“Mikasa I- you just need to stay… please, I can’t watch you walk away again.”

She watched the way your chest rose in a staggered fashion, nerves clearly crawling all over your skin. She turned her body to you and you mirrored her actions, the two of you just staring at one another and letting the tears fall, allowing yourselves to shed the layers, to be vulnerable, to just be with each other. Her hand rose to trace a finger from your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, across your bottom lip and to your chin.

“Mikasa… I understand if you don’t want to see me again. I understand if you want the past to be the past and you just can’t find a place for me in your life. You know where the jewelry box is… so you can take it, you can turn off the lights, and you can leave through the window and I swear on my life I will act like you were never here-”

It all happened so quickly, Mikasa grabbing your face in her hands and bringing her lips to yours. The feeling that you’ve been told about since you were a child… the feeling of knowing when someone is the one… when the fireworks go off and the butterflies erupt in your stomach. It was all so cliché, so trivial, the idea of just knowing, you thought it was a crock of shit until you felt her lips on yours. Suddenly every romantic cliché in the world made sense and you understood why people loved kissing in the rain, why they loved bounties of red roses and midnight serenades outside their lovers window. You just got it.

“I’m not fucking leaving…” She mumbled into your kiss, hiccuping against your lips as she threw a leg across your body and pulled you into her. It felt as though your body finally settled, melted into her touch even though you knew your heart would never fully get used to the feeling of her meshing your mouths together, moving in time as she solidified her feelings for you.

“What are we doing?” You ask breathlessly, wrapping your hands in her hair and pulling it out of the ponytail that it sat in. Your cheeks heated up as she snuck her hands under your shirt, the feeling of her cold hands squeezing at the fat of your stomach making you tingle.

“I don’t know… I just want you… do you want me?” Mikasa asked you sincerely, truly not knowing what the hell you wanted to come from tonight, all she knew was that she wanted to feel you, all of you. So she braced a hand at the back of your neck and grazed her lips over yours once more, waiting for your response before falling into you completely.

“Yes… of course I want you.”

That was all she needed, she didn’t need you to declare an undying love, get on one knee, she didn’t need any of that. She just needed to know that you were hers, even if for a night. As you looked at the battered girl in front of you, somewhere in those grey eyes that had hardened over time there was your Mikasa. The one you fell in love with, though you knew that you still loved her now, fragments and all. Your breath hitched in your throat as she climbed on top of you, locking your head between her forearms as she dived in for another kiss, this one was harder, faster, needier. She needed you desperately, and so she kissed down every inch of you. Your heart beat faster as her lips moved down to trace kisses down your jaw line, spending time on your collarbone as she suckled at the tender skin, biting her mark into you.

“Mika, I-” You stopped before finishing your sentence, regretting ever opening your mouth because she stopped her journey down to where you desired her most and looked up at you.

“What?” She asked innocently, “Hey…” She nudged your chin with her nose, “What is it?”

You thought about it for a second, your heart swelling as you looked down at her, were you really about to give yourself to Mikasa? You were. You wanted to be hers so badly.

“Keep going… I want you to,” How do you ask for something like this? You thought. You saw her smirk out of the corner of your eye, embarrassment washing over you as you brought your hands to cover your face. She sighed and pried at the barrier you had created, before prodding at you just a little bit more, “Don’t do that, tell me what you want… I want to know what you want.” Her fingers toyed with the waistband to your underwear as she continued to kiss at your neck, “Just breathe, talk to me… okay?”

“I want you to- please eat me out,” you whispered from under your hand. Finally working up the courage to open your eyes and look at her as she stole another wet kiss from you, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

“Good girl,” she uttered bashfully, admiring how pretty you looked so flustered and consumed by the smallest actions. She kissed down your stomach, above your shirt, lingering on each spot before moving to the next. She rose from her spot and straddled your thighs, her hands toying with the ends of your shirt before slowly peeling it up your torso and tossing it to the carpet. Her grey eyes grew stormy as she caught sight of your breasts, the way the dim lighting of the room carved out the dips and curves of your nude body, shadows darkening the deepest valleys and a soft orange hue illuminating the highest peaks.

“Fuck… I missed you,” She admitted, swirling her fingers over your nipples, taking the sensitive buds between her fingers and rolling them around, feeling them harden against the cold air and watching goosebumps litter your soft skin. You let out the smallest moan as she continued to play with your breasts, your hands pawing at the hems of her shirt and pulling at the wet fabric, watching her lift it above her head and tossing the bloodied garment next to yours on the floor. You were in awe of her, her chiseled stomach, her onyx hair falling to just graze the tops of her shoulders, and she was all yours.

“I want you…” You whispered.

“I know you do baby,” the pet name lit something inside of you, your stomach curling as you felt the heat rush to your core. She trailed a hand down your stomach before resting her palm on top of your belly button, snaking her body to the end of the bed until her face sat above your cunt. She hooked her fingers around the damp fabric keeping you from her and pulled it down your thighs, watching you squirm as she did so. She took two fingers and dragged them up your folds, before dragging them back down and spreading your labia open. You watched as she stuck two fingers into her mouth, returning them back to your heat as she prodded at your entrance.

“Are you ready?” She asked softly, smiling at you warmly before peppering kisses on the insides of your thighs.

“M’hm,” you murmured sweetly, bringing a hand down to her hair and running your fingers through the dark strands, “I’m ready.”

Instinctively, you clenched around her as she pushed her middle finger into your hole, a gasp leaving your lips when her knuckles reached the top of your mound. You groaned as she placed her thumb on your clit, rubbing soft circles into it as she curled her finger inside of you, “That good?” She asked and you nodded feverishly, tugging at her hair and beckoning her for more. You looked at her and threw your head back when she added her ringer finger, beginning to pump them in and out of you. Your stomach shook as she sped up slightly, replacing her thumb on your clit with her tongue. The sound of your juices slick on her fingers drove you crazy, the fact that you were this wet for someone drove you crazy. And as Mikasa bobbed her head up and down, her tongue flicking up and down your clit… you were going crazy. Your body shook and your thighs dared to shut around her head, before she wrapped her free arm around one of them and pinned you to the bed.

She curled her fingers inside of you, feeling that familiar little spot that she’s felt so many times on herself and she pressed into it over and over, watching you crumble underneath her touch. Her lips grew wet with your juices, the vibrations of her moaning against you setting you over the edge. Your hands flew from her hair to your breasts as you grabbed at them desperately, coating your fingers with your spit and reaching down to play with your nipples as you felt yourself about to come undone.

“Mika… fuck baby- please,” you whined, your back arching off the bed as you squeezed your breasts tighter. Her movements sped up, her fingers pumping in and out of you and her mouth working at your clit, “Come on baby,” she coaxed you, taking her hand away from your thigh to place it on top of yours, squeezing at your breast and intertwining your fingers together. “Fuck, I’m… oh!” You mewled, quickly being shut up by Mikasa stuffing her fingers in your mouth, your body jolting as she fingered you through your high.

“Shit baby-” She moaned, catching your lips on hers, your juices melding your mouths together. With bated breath, you watched as Mikasa fervently ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights, pushing her panties to the side as she held your thighs open and situated herself between them, her cunt settling on top of yours. Her shiny black nails played with the clasp of her bra before finally letting it fall to the comforter. Her hands wrapped around your ankles, using your legs to brace herself as she began to grind herself against you.

“Oh fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined under her breath, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she silenced herself, focusing her eyes on the way your pussy looked so beautiful rubbing against hers. Her cheeks flushed a rosy red as she let herself go, turning her head away from you so you couldn’t see the way her face twisted in pleasure. You grabbed her hips and began to swirl your crotch up into hers, burning holes into the back of her head with your intense gaze, “Hey… look at me… f-fuck… I w-wanna see you.”

Your soft instruction went straight to her cunt, pulsing against yours as the sound of the slick between you two prodded at your ears. She hesitantly turned her head back around, her mouth dropping open when she saw the way your chest was coated with sweat, your tits bouncing to the rhythm in which she humped you in. Your face was twisted in pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pulled into your mouth. Slowly but surely you coaxed the moans out of Mikasa’s mouth, your voices whispering sweet nothings to each other as your hips moved in harmony.

“B-baby, y-you… fuck me so good,” you whined as Mikasa sped up to the sound of your praises, the silver chains around her neck clanking as she hugged your leg into her chest. You slid a hand up from her waist to her breast, grabbing at it as you took her nipple between your fingers, before sliding it up to her face and tapping her cheek lightly, “T-tell me when you’re gonna cum,” you ask her, “‘M gonna cum soon…”

She leaned back and thrusted her cunt against yours fast, spreading your legs even further apart as she pushed at your ankles. Her moans grew louder, singing to you as she took your hands in hers, “Oh fuck baby… I-I’m cumming… please… look at me baby,” she whispered sweetly, watching you desperately trying to maintain eye contact with her as your sweat-covered stomach contracted on top of the sheets. You opened your lips to scream through your orgasm but Mikasa stuffed your mouth full of her fingers once more, muffling your moans as she rode you two into your peak. Her grey eyes never left yours as she came, “O-oh… fuck,” she sang, breaking skin as she dug her bottom between her teeth. Her thrusts became sloppy as she slowed down, the two of you catching your breath as her grip loosed on your ankles and she lowered your legs back down to the bed.

She let herself collapse next to you in the comfort of the cool linens, the two of you laying a tangled mess of sweaty limbs and wandering hands. You rested your head against her chest, listening as her heartbeat slowed down and her breathing settled. She was at peace for the first time tonight and for that you were thankful. All you’ve ever wanted for Mikasa was peace. You wanted to say it, those three words. You’d say them, and she’d be yours. You turned your head to place a kiss on her chest, before looking up at her. To your surprise she was already looking at you, even with bruises and dried blood all over her body, she was beautiful. You wanted to kill the man that made her mascara run down her cheeks, the person that took her away from you. But for right now, you wanted to stay in this moment with her. You wanted to tell her, before or if, she ran away again. So you did.

“I love you.”

And as Mikasa looked at you, your body covered in her grime and sweat, love bites painted across your skin like a mural, she knew with everything in her that she couldn’t leave you again. You gave her the opportunity to leave and she didn’t, you were prepared to let her go if that’s what she truly desired. She was so fucking in love with you for that. She placed a hand on your cheek, the other traced up and down your spine, you were so beautiful to her. She wanted to tell you, before or if, she fucked up again. So she did.

“I love you.”

You lifted your head to kiss her, just to feel the feeling of kissing in the rain one more time. That feeling of knowing that you’ve finally found your person. Mikasa would never be a burden to you, and you’d do everything in your power to make her see that. Neither of you knew what the hell you were going to do, nor how you’d move on from here. You just knew that you were prepared to give everything up just to make sure that you’d never be separated again. The way both of your eyes lit up when you finally whispered your confessions three years in the making spoke volumes to that.

“I’ll sell everything for you… just stay with me, okay?”

“...Okay.”

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