#the more reactions to his apology i read the more disappointed i am in it

[roastedinmarch]

i keep thinking i’m done with kevin but i miss his videos sm. i can never go back to watching him, im so disappointed in his apology and i will never feel safe in his community again, but i love his content, i wish the whole thing just never happened.

[murdockparker]

Of the Same Mind

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: A mutual distaste in a certain author—should he even have the grace to be called that—leads to an unexpected meeting.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol, pregnancy, fluff, time skip

A/N: a cute lil request! made me actually read a little Byron myself to get the gist! and it wasn't that terrible I'm so sorry to disappoint

Dull. 

Everything was dull. What was supposed to be the social event of the season was shortened due to poor weather—an outdoors event of sorts, it seemed, Benedict really didn’t pay his mother much attention when she explained the whole ordeal. Thus, half of the ton was crammed into Lord Whitehill’s home instead of his luscious grounds, all due to the pouring rain. Most conversation was boring, most of the ladies were whining about the rain, the men whining about their whining wives and daughters. 

At least the drinks were good. 

“…seriously think that fodder is worth your breath?”

Benedict’s ears perked up, focusing on a conversation that was decidedly not about the current weather. A breath of fresh air. 

“I-I did not mean to insult you, miss,” a young gentleman sputtered, his face rosy red. “I only meant to indulge you in poetry of the highest regard—” 

“If that was your intention, you would have chosen from a finer list of poets. Byron?” The lady nearly laughed out loud. “Byron is the bottom of the barrel, as it were, so your intention was ill-placed.”

“Byron is a well-regarded poet—”

“By who? Chamber pots?” 

Benedict nearly spat out his drink. The action alone brought the attention of the arguing couple to him—both sets of eyes trained on the tall Bridgerton at once. “Oh,” he fake coughed, “it seems the drink went down the wrong way, please, forgive me.”

The man—who Benedict now recognized as Lord Whitehill’s son—scoffed. “Bridgerton. You are well versed in the arts, are you not?”

Benedict nodded. “I dabble.”

“Would you please explain to Miss (Y/L/N) that Byron is a novel poet,” Mr. Whitehill asked, “and that she should be flattered I recited poetry for her, regardless of the poet?”

Miss (Y/L/N). So that was the lady’s name. 

“But that would be lying, Whitehill,” Benedict gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “And I am ever a gentleman, raised to never lie, especially to a fine lady such as Miss (Y/L/N).”

She smiled at that. 

“You do not agree?”

“Oh I certainly agree with Miss (Y/L/N),” Benedict said quickly, setting his glass down. “Byron is a mockery to the art—meaningless words and jaunty titles, why, I tried to read his latest and it put me right to sleep.”

“I fear I had the same reaction,” Miss (Y/L/N) said, turning to Benedict in earnest. “Right before I decided to throw it to the flames.”

They both laughed.

“Imbeciles, the both of you,” Mr. Whitehill said, pushing past the newly acquainted pair. “Keep insulting me like that and I’ll have my father throw the both of you out into the storm.”

“Mr. Whitehill,” Miss (Y/L/N) said softly, her eyes melting into puddles of apology. “I fear we were not insulting you, but rather your taste in poets. I also fear there is a stark difference in that, for if I were to insult you, I’d make a more fitting jab, more educated in that regard.”

The shorter gentleman stormed off, steam nearly pouring from his ears. Benedict laughed.

“I must say, Miss (Y/L/N),” Benedict leaned down. “You have quite the sharp tongue.”

“I am known to be rather well spoken,” she beamed, standing a little straighter. “Perhaps it is my taste in literature?”

“For that, I believe we are in agreement,” Benedict said, grabbing a fresh glass from the table beside him. “May I offer the lady a beverage?”

“Only if you decide to share whatever’s in that pocket of yours,” she pointed to his chest. Benedict’s ears went pink. “Do not think I did not see you pour an added flavoring into the lemonade—it seems impolite that you would neglect to share.”

“It would be impolite,” Benedict said, carefully pulling his flask out of his coat. “I am surprised you saw that, though, given the crowded room.”

“You are a tall man, Mr. Bridgerton,” she said, taking the glass from his hand. Benedict poured a healthy amount of clear liquor into her cup before adding the rest to his own. “I would have found it hard to ignore you.”

“Your first season? I presume?”

“Technically,” she said, looking up into his blue eyes. “My family, we just moved to Mayfair. My father came into some money and relocated us here this year, my brother is set to study at Eton in the fall.”

“And you?”

“I am now expected to marry a rich and eligible bachelor,” she laughed into her glass. “Which I really have no problem doing, save for the fact that gentleman is nothing like Mr. Whitehill.”

“Mr. Whitehill is rather rich,” Benedict smirked. “Would that not placate you?”

“And listen to him dribble about Byron? Perish that thought,” she said. “When I do marry, I expect my husband to be of the same mind, a similar taste in the arts.”

“You know,” Benedict nearly whispered, “that is an admirable thought. But how will you find this man?”

She looked him up and down, quickly and all at once, returning to drink from her glass.

“I suppose I will know when I find him,” she smirked.

Benedict smiled back. “Well, please let me know when you do, I feel rather invested in your prospects.”

“You will be the first to know, I assure you,” Miss (Y/L/N) said, nodding her head. “But, if I may be so bold, if you are not currently preoccupied, would you care to further our discussion on Byron? It is hard to find someone who agrees with such a… contrasting opinion of the poet.”

“Why, Miss (Y/L/N),” Benedict finished his glass, offering his arm, “I was afraid you’d never ask.”

—

The gardens on the property were lovely, so lush and full of life. She made good on her promise to keep them well maintained, only keeping the finest blooms and plants in their care. It was always the perfect place to spend time on days like today, sunny, a gentle breeze. 

They had given the governess a day off, her mother had fallen ill, it was the least the Bridgertons could do for her.

“Mother!” 

The lady looked up from her book, eyes meeting with her eldest daughter. Blue eyes, just like her father.

“Yes, darling?”

“Might I go inside to grab other books? Aunt Eloise recently sent some to Father and I want to read them.”

The lady gave her daughter a trying look. “Do you not think they may be above your comprehension level, my love? They were intended for your father, after all.”

“No need,” a looming voice bellowed. “I have them right here.” 

She didn’t need to look up to know who it belonged to. “Benedict, I thought you were spending time in the studio this afternoon.”

“And miss spending time with my darling wife and children?” Benedict grinned, the crooked way she fell in love with. “That seems foolish on my part.”

“Father!” Their eldest exclaimed, running over to the tallest Bridgerton. “You brought the books?”

“Indeed,” Benedict nodded, handing the parcel off to his daughter. “Aunt Eloise thought we may have better use of these than her and Phillip do.”

Their daughter lit up with excitement—ever the reader, she was. It took a village to keep their library stocked with appropriate books for her age, but she was quickly out-reading her entire family’s collection. “Thank you, Father!”

“Well,” Benedict said modestly, “you must write to your Aunt Eloise and thank her, I had little to do with such a gift.”

“What about me, papa?” 

Their son, only a few years younger than their daughter came bounding up past his escaping sister, clearly having been playing in the mud. “Do I have any gifts from auntie?”

(Y/N) opened her arms. “Not this time, sweetheart, but come here, let mama wipe that dirt off of your nose—” 

“No!” He exclaimed, turning from his mother. “Dirt makes me ruggable—like Uncle Colin!”

“Rugged,” Benedict corrected gently. “And, no, dirt makes you dirty. You need to stop spending so much time with Colin…”

“Once baby brother is here I will,” their son nodded, putting both hands on his hips, looking down at his sitting mother.

“Oh darling,” (Y/N) said, trying to raise to her feet. Benedict quickly offered his hands, pulling her up. “Baby will not be here for a few more months.”

“Then more time with Uncle Colin!”

Benedict and (Y/N) sighed, watching their adventurous son run back to the mud. “We must write Colin, tell him of the monster he has created.”

“Our eldest is such an easygoing flower,” Benedict said, noting how she was carefully skimming through the various books on her lap. “Our son tests our patience.”

“And how do you think this one will be?” (Y/N) asked, placing his hand on her swelling stomach. She only had two or so more months until the delivery, if she had been correct on the conception. The latest Bridgerton wedding seemed to be the culprit, stolen kisses and a romantic rendezvous to the greenhouse away from the party—it was a perfect recipe for baby number three. “Calm and collected? Devilish and adventurous?”

“I pray they are just like their mother,” Benedict rubbed her belly affectionately. “And perhaps a bit more behaved than their brother… I suppose I should also write my mother an apology.”

“Whatever for?”

“I reckon my brothers and I acted much like our son,” Benedict said sheepishly. “Acting like Bridgerton boys, I am afraid.”

“As if that is the only explanation,” she giggled, leaning into his side. “But I am sure your mother would appreciate such a gesture. Perhaps you should send her a bouquet from our garden, too?”

“An excellent idea, my love,” Benedict said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “What a brilliant mind you have.”

“Father, Mother!” Their daughter called out, waving them towards her. “Aunt Eloise sent a book by an author I have never heard of before.”

“Oh?” Benedict quirked his brow, walking with his wife over to her. “And what author may that be?”

“A Lord Byron,” she said, showing the book with a deep brown cover to her parents. Benedict scooped the tome quickly from his daughter’s grasp, holding it close to his chest.

“And you shall never read such filth,” Benedict said seriously.

“Oh Benedict,” (Y/N) laughed. “Perhaps we should allow our daughter to expand her mind—come to her own conclusions on the matter? Surely Aunt Eloise meant the gift in kind.”

“Aunt Eloise clearly meant to send it as a cruel prank,” Benedict corrected.

“What is so wrong with that author, Father?”

“A shorter conversation would be what is not wrong with this author,” Benedict said, turning to call his son. The little boy ran over to his father’s side, ever eager. “Take this and bury it, preferably far away from here.” His wife could not stop her laughter, watching their son hurriedly run over to the new rose bushes, making good work at digging a deep enough hole for the book. “You,” Benedict pointed at the girl, “are forbidden to read anything written by that lowly man.”

“Oh Benedict,” (Y/N) admonished, trying hard to stop her laughter, “forbidding her from reading seems silly—”

“Are we not of the same mind on Byron?” Benedict asked. “I rather think that is how we met, is it not, dearest wife?”

She pursed her lips, fighting a smile. “We are.”

“Besides,” Benedict stood a little straighter, “the roses could use a bit more sustenance.”

She could only roll her eyes.

[stardust-kenobi]

The Wrong Ingredient

Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a teaching assistant at Hogwarts, working on creating a new calming draught seemed to be a straightforward task. However, when you accidentally use the wrong ingredient, Professor Snape is more than willing to help alleviate the effects.

Word count: 4k

Warning: smut, fingering, piv, sex pollen (my fav), sort-of teacher/student relationship (reader is 2 years post graduation), mild DUB CON

A/N: Apologies to my followers who are not interested in Harry Potter content. This is my first (and potentially only) fic I am writing for Harry Potter, I just have had an insane infatuation with Severus Snape this week and I just had to write this to get it off my mind lol. Feel free to disregard :)

Read on AO3

The roaring of the snowstorm grew louder by the moment as you tried so desperately to focus on perfecting the potions assignment for the Professor. You were distracted by the storm, entranced by the blanket of white that coated the roof and distant hills. With the halls of Hogwarts empty for the Holiday break, you felt an even deeper appreciation for the warmth and coziness inside the castle.

As a recent graduate of Hogwarts who was now assigned to be a teaching assistant in your second year after graduation, part of your job was helping the professors with their lesson plans. Even if that meant sacrificing part of your holiday break spending the day alone…with Professor Snape. Persistent footsteps approached you, entering the classroom, followed by the sound of a slamming door. You jolted in your seat. 

“Any progress?” Professor Snape asked blankly.

During your studies at Hogwarts, you were always fond of Professor Snape. He was cold and stern, something that usually would have made you weary of a person, but there was something about his demeanor and the way he cared for you that created a soft spot for him in your heart. You had to admit, though, he was hard to talk to at times. He was not a man for many words, so even though you enjoyed him as a professor, there was a bit of unexpected tension being alone with him. You could not deny, though, that you found him to be extremely attractive. 

You sighed and hesitated to look back at him. Snape will be disappointed in your response. 

“Unfortunately, no” you breathed. 

“Pity” He scoffed, but ended with the faintest smirk. He was hard on you the same as he was when he was your professor, but he made some fun of it every now and then.

“Sorry, Professor Snape. I just don’t think these ingredients will work” 

“It’s experimental, Y/N, we won’t know until it is done” He shrugged. 

You were working on a high-intensity calming draught. A harmless potion that many wizards and witches could find great use in, especially during high-stress situations. The ingredients were simple, but they just didn’t make sense to you. 

Lavender, crocodile heart, rose petals, and peppermint. 

You read the list back to yourself several times. You weren’t getting the reaction you’d hoped for inside the simmering pot, and the ingredients weren’t behaving as you’d expected as you followed the procedure you were familiar with.

“Sometimes the best way to test potions is to try them yourself” Snape spoke with a condescending tone as he noticed your hesitation. 

“Are you suggesting I just drink this myself and see if it works?” You reiterated and trailed with a light chuckle.

“If you won’t, I will” He shrugged and smirked back at you from across the room. Professor Snape was professional, of course, but he was right. Sometimes trial and error is the quickest way to test potions. The ingredients were simple, so the chance of them causing any harm was…potentially slim. 

The day was long and you had grown tired of staring into the stirring liquid.

Fine, you thought, what is the worst that could happen?

You poured the purple-hued brew into the glass in front of you. Without thinking too much more about it, you threw back the potion, letting it trickle down your throat. It was potent, minty, and slightly earthy. Not the worst potion you’d tasted…but not the best either.

Your face twisted in uncertainty for the flavor.

Snape held his eyes to the book in front of him as he sat at his desk across the room. He was wildly uninterested in the reaction or the success of the potion you’d brewed. He had more important things to handle, and an experimental calming draught for a future lesson plan was low on his priority list, so of course, that means you were the one to take on the task.

You waited for a reaction.

And waited.

Nothing. You felt nothing. 

Just before you were going to give up and accept the defeat, you actually began to feel something. It was warm and fuzzy, laced in your veins and flowed slowly up your arms. 

Perhaps this is the beginning of the calming effects, you thought. 

The warmth felt funny as it seeped deeper into your bloodstream. Before you knew it, each of your extremities flowed hot with its calming effects. But there was something else. Something you’d never felt from a potion before. A tingling and most desperate sensation found its way between your legs. 

“P-Professor?” You struggled to call out to him, suddenly weary of how you were beginning to feel. You swallowed hard. 

“Yes, Y/N?” He called back, his eyes still glued to the book.

“Are there any…similar potions that I could have accidentally created instead of the calming draught?”

He looked up suddenly. 

“No, there is-....” Snape stopped mid-sentence, setting the book down gently, “Well perhaps, but you would know the difference between peppermint and spearmint”

You looked down at the extra green leaves that remained unused near the pot. You had collected this from a different area of the field than normal, but it smelled and looked like peppermint, so you did not think twice about it. However, now that he questions it, you worry it was, indeed, something else. 

“Let's just say maybe I didn’t, though. If I accidentally used spearmint, what would that mean?” You countered nervously.

His eyes grew wide for a moment. 

“Show me the plant” He insisted. Snape quickly rose from his seat and walked over to your desk. 

You showed him the green leaves you believed to be peppermint. He towered over you.

“It's peppermint, right?” You asked wearily, looking up to him. His furrowed brows revealed his concern.

“No. This is certainly spearmint” He pressed his lips tightly together and twisted the stem between his fingers. 

Your heart sank. What had you done?

“What… what did I brew, then?” You asked cautiously. 

Snape appeared more worrisome and now even a bit uncomfortable. 

“What do you feel?” He asked slowly and cautiously rather than answering your question.

You were hesitant to tell the truth and he could sense it. 

“I feel very warm… and quite…um” You trailed off as you felt your heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Suddenly you felt a raging sense of attraction to his natural musk and cologne. God, was he always so breathtaking?

“Aroused?” He questioned. 

“Yes”. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks rushed with blood as your response was trailed by a muffled moan. You were embarrassed to admit feeling this way in front of Professor Snape, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. And to hear your professor of many years, and now your colleague, ask you if you felt any sense of sexual arousal made you excited, too. 

“I feared as much” He turned away slowly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth. 

“Professor wha-”

“Quiet. Give me a moment to think” Snape demanded. He paced the room slowly. 

It grew more intense with each passing second. The tingling created a sensitivity upon the surface of your skin. You grazed your arm with your fingertips and chills shot down your spine. 

You clenched your thighs together as your arousal intensified. The professor turned around at this same moment, and let his eyes catch sight of your discomfort. 

He looks good today, you thought to yourself. His jet-black hair fell so beautifully atop his shoulders, and his dark attire somehow never looked better than it did right now with the way it draped down the length of his body. 

“You’ve created something that many have experimented with in the past, but… it's not well documented. It’s dangerous. Think similar to a love potion, however…much more potent” Snape explained, ending his pacing right at your desk once again. His emphasis toward the end was all you needed to hear.  You could tell he was attempting to maintain his composure but you could also sense he was on edge.

“Oh, God” You cried, lowering your head to look down at your feet, “What do I do, Professor?” You begged. Your fists clenched the edges of the table. You needed a release. Or an antidote. “What is the recipe for the antidote?” 

Truly, you wanted the release. Your staff dormitory was nearby, just right down the hall, you could take care of this quickly. Snape looked around, ensuring you were both alone, then used a quick flick of his wand to close the shutters on the windows. It was dimly lit in the classroom now with only the light of many candles illuminating each corner of the room. It was…romantic. Most everyone in the castle was gone. Any remaining professors were locked away in their offices, and the students were well on their way home by now. 

“There isn’t one” He stated firmly. The warm amber luminescence glowed so beautifully upon his skin. 

The effects of the accidental potion were nearing unbearable, now. Every fiber of your being ached so desperately to be touched. 

“Fuck…I…I need” You breathed heavily, clenching your lower belly as your arousal pooled itself between your legs. Your cunt begged you for something…anything. You’d never cussed in front of Professor Snape before, but he could feel the urgency in your voice.

“You must relieve it” He snapped. Frustrated with the decision he knew was about to have to make.

“Severus…” You begged desperately, using his first name for the first time ever. You weren’t even sure what you were begging him for. 

“I must speak bluntly, Ms. Y/L/N, so listen carefully. You are no longer my student. I am not your professor. But this must happen in order to save you.” He began frantically, checking again to make sure the doors were locked. His clarification of your relationship with one another seemed to be more of a reminder for himself than for you. 

“Save me? Christ, will this kill me?” You cried out.

“Yes. If your body is not brought to orgasm several times, it will begin to affect the very core of your nervous system. There is no other way to stop it.” He explained. Hearing him talk about orgasms was unexpected but it aroused you.

Dammit, you thought, can’t he just fuck me? 

No. No matter how much you wanted him right now, you did not want to put him in that position. 

“Okay, I will…I will go back to my room now” You managed to say. He sighed in anticipation of what he would say next. 

“You can’t do it yourself” He began, his voice faltering as he failed to make eye contact with you, “It has to be another person”.

Snape knew exactly what had to be done. The moment he saw the spearmint you placed in his hand, he knew. 

Suddenly, your legs trembled beneath you and your knees buckled. As you felt yourself fall, Professor Snape quickly caught you. His arms wrapped beneath your arms and he lifted you up onto the desk. You whimpered in reaction to this contact against your skin. It was…electrifying, but you were running out of time. Your body was running hotter by the second. In a feeble attempt to cool yourself, you peeled the robe from your shoulder. 

“Please” You begged, gesturing to the fabric that held you hostage in your misery. 

“I-” Snape began, reaching to grab your robe. His eyes searched yours for uncertainty but found none. The expression he held revealed what he couldn’t say. He wanted you. He wanted to help in more ways than one. But no matter what he told himself, he couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong. 

While you squirmed on the table, you watched as Professor Snape eyed the remaining liquid in the cauldron. It was only a few drops, but it was enough to at least bring a man to his knees for a woman begging him to fuck her. But he didn’t need it in order to want you. Snape needed it to convince himself it wasn’t wrong. 

He breathed out heavily before pouring the few drops into the glass and throwing it back, getting as much as he possibly could. Snape winced at the flavor. 

“Professor…w-what are you doing?” You whimpered through your words. 

“We both took the potion. We thought it was a calming draught, and it wasn’t. And we did what we had to do to treat the effects” He responded quickly as if it was rehearsed. You knew what he was insinuating. If anyone found out, if anyone asked, that’s what happened. If Snape was under the effects of this potion too, he would need his release, same as you. With only a few drops, It would be less intense for him, so he could better handle himself. 

“If you’ll allow me, I will help you, my dear” He whispered as he came closer to you propped on the table, holding his face close to yours, speaking sensually against your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled the black robe off your shoulders, letting it rest on the table, leaving you in your sweater and mini skirt. 

Before you could even finish your nod of approval, the hem of your skirt was being pulled up frantically, followed by his wandering fingers that stopped just at the hem of your panties. You were practically dripping and he could feel it. 

“Oh darling” He groaned, standing between your open legs and pressing his lips against your ear. Every hair on your body stood up when he finally got this close to you, “You are so wet for me” 

You rolled your hips against his hovering fingertips. As you looked down, you faintly noticed the bulge that grew in his pants. You weren’t sure if it was the microdose of the potion, or how arousing it was to be in this situation with you, but it was a most intoxicating sight. You could feel the heat radiating from him and knew that he was fully under the effects of the potion. Not nearly as badly as you, but he was about to lose control.

“Professor Snape, I can’t take it anymore, please” You begged him. You needed something inside of you, now.

“Very well” He smirked subtly as he pulled the soaked fabric to the side and pressed his fingers flush against your clit before rubbing rhythmic circles. 

“Fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back, which was quickly caught by Snape’s hand. He held your head up to meet his gaze. The aching and burning persisted but were soothed slightly once his skin was upon yours. It was a surprise to be so reactive to the faintest of touch, but the angry fever burning your skin was electrified, enhancing every single one of your senses. 

“Look at me, Y/N. Oh, you sound so lovely” His voice was like honey as he talked you through your pleasure, admiring the sounds that flew from your lips.  

You locked your gaze with his and stared deep into him. 

It was overwhelming. All of it. The state of your writhing body. The way he looked towering over you. The feeling of his fingers on your delicate bud. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, something you’d never thought you’d see in a million years. It was all so incredible and absolutely riveting. You thought you might be dreaming.

Snape’s thumb remained working at your clit while two fingers were suddenly pushed inside your cunt. Your walls clenched around his digits as he began pumping them in and out, curling them with every stroke. 

“You need to come. Come for me” He insisted, knowing that the first orgasm would help begin to subside your symptoms. You could’ve reached your high just from the sound of his voice alone, so you knew you were close already. 

Your mouth fell open as the tightest coil of nerves bundled at your core. Suddenly, without hardly any warning from your own body, your orgasm burst open, radiating and flowing through every fiber of your being. Stars danced in your eyes as the euphoria washed over you. Moaning and profanities filled the air, breathless and aggressive as it took you over. 

“That’s it, my love, just like that” He encouraged you through it, keeping his pace while he fucked you with his fingers. You curled your hips, riding his hand instinctively. You came down so slowly, feeling delirious but still hungry for more. More of him.

His cock was stiffened and strained in his trousers, begging to be released, but not until he ensured you were okay after your first high. You reached for the hem of his pants in desperation. 

“I need it” You struggled to form your words. 

“You need my cock? Is that what you need?” He whispered to you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his fingers curled harder with each thrust. 

“Please, Professor” You begged. There was something so hot about calling him that in this setting. He could never admit it, but he loved it, too. 

“As you wish”

He pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whined at the loss.

He watched you struggle to remove your sweater and glided his hands up the side of your body to help pull it over your head, which revealed you wore no bra underneath. Snape growled lowly in approval of the sight. Your bare breasts glistened with sweat under the candlelight. He delicately trailed his fingers down the front of your body, circling your stiffened nipples along the way.

For the first time, he kissed you. His supple lips pressed firmly into yours, adding another layer of intimacy you were not expecting. You moaned into him, feeling his hands cup your burning cheeks as he pulled you into him. As you sat at the edge of the table with Snape positioned between your legs, you felt him shuffle with the clasp of his pants. 

Excitedly, you pulled away from the kiss to see his impressive length released from its restraints. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, which caused you to moan. You could see it on his face, he was burning with the same passion, but he was nervous. Maybe with less of the potency of your accidental creation, you would have had the luxury of anxiety, but not in this state. 

“Are you doing alright?” He asked you, one hand on the back of your neck, forcing your gaze onto him, and the other grasping the base of his cock, ready to give you exactly what you needed. What he needed. 

“More than alright” You breathed. 

“Good” He smiled back at you. You realized in this moment that he’d never fully smiled at you before, and it warmed your heart. 

Hurriedly, he yanked your panties off your body, throwing them to the ground. He pushed up your skirt, making sure it was out of the way. Ever-so-conveniently, the table was at his hips’ level, putting his cock at the perfect height.

He plunged into you, hard. A strangled, choked whimper caught in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with the fullness. Professor Snape sucked in a sharp breath, pleased with how you wrapped around his cock so perfectly. 

“Oh my God” You cried out as he began thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. It could not last long though, because Snape could feel the animalistic urges overcoming him. 

“Oh, fuck” He groaned deeply, staring down to where his cock disappeared inside of you. 

Something unraveled within Snape. His cautious demeanor was long gone. His brows furrowed into almost an angry expression as he snapped his hips passionately, fucking you hard and ruthlessly now. Your whole body tingled and spasmed in reaction to each thrust. His cock stretched you so wonderfully, and he was intoxicated by the way you took him. Like you were made for him. His hands gripped both sides of your waist, using your curves as leverage to go deeper. 

“You take my cock so well, darling” He praised, increasing his pace.

“It feels s-so fucking good, Professor. I’m going to come again, please…don’t s-s-stop” You stuttered, tripping over your own words as you felt drunk off the pleasure. With the rise of your next orgasm came the subsiding of the heat that coursed through your veins. 

“My pretty little whore, come on my cock” He growled, angling his hips at a deeper angle so that his cock brushed your most sensitive area with each thrust. 

It came over you again so suddenly, sending your body into a pleasurable convulsion. Snape pushed you backward, laying you flat on your back atop the table, and wrapped his fist around your throat. The pressure against your neck made your mind go fuzzy as you rode the high of your second orgasm. 

It felt…otherworldly. Like nothing you could’ve ever imagined. He faltered none in his thrusts as you floated through such indescribable euphoria. As you came back to what felt like reality, you opened your eyes to see Snape admiring you in your most vulnerable state, continuously taking his cock like you were made for it. 

Just one more. You only needed one more. You could feel it. One more orgasm would treat these effects. The only problem was, your body was weakening, and you weren’t sure if you could take it.

“One more, darling. Just one more” He breathed through his moans.

“I-I can’t” You cried. 

“You can. You must, Y/N.” He reminded you with encouragement, “Be a good girl and give me one more”

You nodded weakly. While he fucked you hard, he brought his fingers up to your swollen clit to bring you to your third release. You spasmed beneath his touch. It felt so good. Too good. You squirmed involuntarily, but Snape was not having it. He pulled his length out of you and quickly turned you around, bending you forward to press your face into the table. 

Before you could even process what was happening, he sunk himself back into you from behind and resumed his relentless thrusts. He could hold you down better in this position. He was more in control. 

Even quicker than the first two, your third orgasm unleashed itself upon your body. You writhed and cried out his name, mixed with other profanities as it washed over you. You had an unfamiliar feeling coiling in your lower belly. Before you knew it was even happening, you were squirting through your orgasm, something that had never happened before.  Snape groaned lowly in approval. 

This orgasm was followed by an icy flush that mixed with your blood, taking the burning sensation away completely. It was an ultimate feeling of relief. The pleasure was so intense, a stray tear trickled down your cheek.

“I am close” Professor Snape muttered.

“Come inside me, professor” You whimpered, sending him over the edge instantly.

His thrusts faltered and slowed as a warmth spilled deep inside your walls, coating your cunt completely. Snape bent over to press his chest into your back as he caught his breath. You both were slowly coming down from not only your release, but from the effects of the potion. You expected to feel shame or embarrassment, but neither occurred. 

He was careful pulling out of you, knowing how weak your legs probably were. You tried to catch your breath as he offered his hand, helping you to your seat near the table. 

Without another word, he helped you back into your sweater to allow you to regain your decency as soon as you could. It was hard to process what had just happened, but you truly did not regret even a single second of it. 

“I am sorry for what had to happen, Ms. Y/L/N” Professor Snape said as he kneeled down to look at you. His eyes looked sorrowful and full of guilt, like he blamed himself for what happened. It broke your heart to think he felt this way. You enjoyed this and you know he did too. 

You smiled and held a sleepy expression as you giggled and shook your head. 

“I’m not” You confidently responded.

The same smile you saw for the first time earlier returned to his lips.

“Good” He muttered. 

——-

Please forgive any canon inconsistencies. This was entirely self-indulgent lmaooo. Obviously this potion does not exist and I made it up based on actual calming draught ingredients!

[timewillpasssoon]

HELLO!!! Maybe in the second part there's some drama 🫣 Maybe a dating scandal with another person and Joost is heartbroken but Y/n is like No, I only like Joost!! And Y/n reaches out to him first and apologizes for all the drama and he asks her to come to one of his concerts??

LET ME THINK...

pairing . Joost Klein x fem-celeb! reader

content . fluff, reader is an actress, you are addressed as 'reader', reader is the same age as joost, fake social media screenshots,

summary . you announce that you are a huge fan of Joost Klein in an interview... and he sees it! He just so happens to be a huge fan as well.

word count . 1,9k words, 10,8k characters, 3 screenshots

author's note . guys i did it, i wrote part two. there will be a part 3 (maybe a part 4!!). the part 3 will include the dating drama...!!! ALSO ME AND KÄÄRIJÄ HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY, LETSGO

You honestly couldn't believe it. That your celebrity crush just said you were cute. That he's too shy to talk to you??? You found this out when you were in a Café.

Finn decided to take you out to a nice, but little Café. A nice outing with his “older sister”, he said.

You and Finn were chatting about recent drama you both recalled when your famous friend, Ella Purnell, suddenly FaceTimed you. As you answered, she said her quick hello and mentioned something about Joost responding to your interview. However, her words were muffled by background noise, and you only caught Joost's name. "What are you talking about?" you asked, a sense of panic rising within you, hoping it might just be a prank call.

Meanwhile Ella, between her hair and makeup session with her crew, urged you to check Twitter. "He responded to you... you'll be pretty happy to hear what he said," she exclaimed. With a mixture of dread and curiosity, you glanced at Finn before hurriedly opening Twitter to investigate. As you navigated to the trending section, your heart sank as you read the top headline: "JOOST REPLIED."

“Ah, shit.” Finn checks Twitter as well. His jaw slightly drops, probably an inch down. “He saw it?” Ella hums at Finn's question, “He probably saw the interview right as it dropped.” Finn nodded.

You freeze as you click on the button, two tweets on your screening both saying that Joost Klein responded to Reader Lastname. You clicked on the clip attached to one of the tweets. It was Joost in his iconic blue spiked-shouldered suit. Appie and Stunje are barely on screen.

The video starts on by Joost speaking, "well, I am honestly very flattered that someone beautiful as her would be interested in me."

He continues, "When I saw the interview, I froze! She is one of my favorite actresses. Reader is amazing at her job!" The interviewer chuckled, "Oh! Well maybe you should message her!"

"No, no! I am too embarrassed to make the first move...

“But she is very pretty.”

You were in a state of frenzy, alternating between giggling uncontrollably and wiping your sweat that was on your forehead. You were also kicking Finn's legs in excitement. "Will you stop doing that?" Finn chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. The video repeated, indicating that you watched the whole clip.

Both Ella and Finn witnessed your surprised expression. “Amazing, right? That means you have a chance!” Ella shouted, trying to make herself more audible over the commotion behind her. “I think I'm going to faint.”

Finn placed his hand on his own forehead, looking at the video one more time. Never before had you felt so embarrassed and dizzy in your life. “You should text him.” Finn smiles at his friend, placing his phone down on the table, lifting his fork. “You know what,”

You take a moment to think about it. Maybe you should make the first move. Well, you kind of had to, since Joost quote-ly wasn't.

“Alright, I'll text him-!” Ella and Finn cheered you on, “Atta girl!”

As you reached for your phone to check your contacts, a sudden realization washed over you.

"I don't have his number," you muttered, a sense of disappointment creeping in. Finn and Ella, who had been cheering you on moments before slowly, gradually fell silent. "Well, shit," Ella exclaimed, her tone reflecting a mix of frustration and disappointment.

She glanced away from her camera phone, redirecting her gaze to the mirror in front of her.

“You can't DM him on Instagram, he doesn't have them on.” You don't question how she knows that. Okay, maybe she might have tried to message him about you when the interview first dropped, but she couldn't.

“How am I going to contact him?” Finn raises his cup of coffee to his lips, “We have connections…?” Finn suggested a solution but you weren't listening because he explained it too fast, or maybe because it wasn't that good… Ella sighs fidgeting with her baby hairs, “We should ask around. To see if anyone is close to him.” Ella's suggestion was the best one out of the two.

She picked up her phone, you can hear Ella start typing, in search of finding friends that know friends that know friends that know Joost.

Finn unlocking his phone on his way to mass message all his contacts.

…

How long has it been?

It felt like an eternity, but in reality, only about twenty minutes had passed. All you wanted to do is talk to (maybe) your future boyfriend.

You got a message back from someone in your contacts.

The three of you have tons of connections that you just asked around if anyone had his number, and after what seems to feel like hours...

YOU GOT IT!

You got Joost Klein's number from mutual friends. Your old co-star is friends with a Greece singer who is also friends with this Finnish rapper named Käärijä.

And Käärijä is really close with Joost...!!!

You got Joost's number from Käärijä, “What should I say?” You asked Ella and Finn. Your palms were very sweaty, emphasis on very.

“A simple hi would be good.” Ella said smiling, you couldn't tell if she was making fun of you or not. “What if he finds it weird that I got his number through his friend?”

“How else would you get it? He's ‘too shy’ to make a move. You had to get it somehow.”

Finn finished taking the last sip of his coffee before saying that. He lifted his eyebrows indicating that you should agree with him. “You know he's right. His friend probably already told him that you have his number. What if he's waiting for you?” Ella teasing you to hit the send button of your text.

...

And she was right. Joost was pacing around his room as he got the news from Käärijä. That the most beautiful woman, Joost's words, is going to text him any minute now. “I don't think I'm ready.” He admitted aloud, the weight of anticipation and nerves settling heavily on his shoulders.

Joost has loved your movies and shows since your career started. You were a great actress and had an even greater personality from what he has seen online.

Also, when you revealed that you knew some Dutch in an interview… he loved you even more. “What!? Why… Do you not like her?”

Joost sighs and backtracks, “I do! I'm just nervous. How would I reply to her message?” Käärijä lets out an airy laugh. “I'm not sure… But you'll figure it out!!”

He was no help, thought Joost. He sighed when he heard Käärijä's advice. The two of you were a nervous wreck.

Käärijä spoke again after hearing Joost's depressed sigh, "I'll help you think of a response when she does text you."

“What if I mess this chance up with her?”

/

"What if he thinks I’m weird?"

The air was filled with worry. “I don’t know…” Finn rolled his eyes, telling you that if you don’t bag him now, someone else will.

You knew he was right, so you swallowed all your embarrassment.

“Maybe a simple explanation?” You ask your two friends before sending your text. “Yeah, whatever, just send it!” Ella couldn't wait anymore, rushing you to send the message already.

“Alright, alright!”

You typed out your message: “hey joost, it's reader! I got your number from a friend of yours. wanted to say hey and if you're down to talk ^^”

“Is that good? Oh god, maybe I should just say ‘hey’.” Ella rolls her eyes, slightly annoyed from your overthinking, “It's great. Don't overthink it,” Ella chuckles at a thought that popped in her head, “He's already getting you stressed out and you guys aren't even together yet.” Yet. That word made your stomach twist into several knots. You and Joost haven't had a proper conversation yet.

There were a lot of “yet”s in your thoughts. Finn snapped you out of them, saying, “Listen even if you mess this up, there are other fish in the sea, right? You don't even know him that well enough to be stressing this much.”

Was that advice the best? It was decent but he was also somewhat right!

“What great advice, Finn, be my therapist!” Ella makes a mockery at him just for a good laugh. She was successful on making you laugh quietly while staring at the now empty plate in front of you.

“Whatever, I'm always right.” Finn scoffs, tilting his head to the side. “If you don't want to text him you don't have to.” You look directly into his eyes, you weren't quite sure what to say. “Yeah but…

“I want to.”

You straighten your posture and click the send button. Your three letter message is sent within five seconds of you pressing the send button. “Did she actually do it!?”

Ella asks Finn, nodding yet she couldn't see, “Holy shit, she did it!” Finn cheered quietly for you. “You did it, Reader!” Ella claps her hands together, bringing her tied hands in front of where her heart would be.

“I feel better.” Ella smiles at your comment, “I'm glad you took the first step. I have to get going now! But text me when he responds! Cheers!” Ella quickly ends the call after you and Finn say your goodbye to her.

You smile at Finn, the knots in your stomach going away. “Want me to take a photo of you?” Finn asked as he unlocked his phone to go to the camera app. He swooped some of his hair, that was once in front of his forehead, behind his ears.

“Duh!" When he finished taking a photo of you in the green Café, you snapped a picture of him as well.

It was later in the day, around six pm from where you were currently located at, the nice cool air breezing through you and Finn. When you first sent your text to Joost, it was around ten am, making it seven pm in the Netherlands. It took him around ten minutes to respond to your first text. It was him reassuring you that he was down to chat.

The conversation lasted for a couple of hours, getting to know each other well enough within the four hours he had. The talk ended due to Joost having to go to bed, him being nine hours ahead of you was sure frustrating, you wanted to talk for a few more minutes but respected his goodbye. The rest of the day was traveling around with Finn.

You were in Finn's car, in a random semi-empty parking lot. A little takeout box on your lap. You were staring at the sky, having thoughts, little ones that weren't going to stick for a while.

Finn placed down his tiny bow on his lap as well. "What are you think about?" He snapped you out of your thoughts. "I think you know who I'm thinking about..." He smiled at you, nodding his head slowly as he looked away. "Should've known."

Finn sighed, "Just spit it out already!" He could tell something was bothering you, something that may involve a certain Dutch man. You shake your head. "It's nothing bad." You take a moment to yourself. "Just feel nervous."

You shifted in your seat, facing Finn that was in the driver's seat. "He's really nice, sweet, and just overall understanding! I know we only talked for, what- four hours? But he's pretty decent from what I had."

Finn looked away, knowing you were right. "I like him more than the others." Finn smirked at you, with cheekiness, "I did some research."

You sigh, you slightly open your mouth, the tip of your tongue touching your inner cheek. "Of course you did!"

taglist . . . @poppymelonz @grassclippers @catch1ngmoths @beansnsoup @f4n3tt3 @smiley-roos @welcometowonkas @hatsunimikuuu @haela-ttt @iamirish @berryxblue @ki-wiix @hsthbs @ihrtmusicsblog @arisja3701 @morrrospotted @casuallyeating @evonevenik @hiraethberry @yaxily45 @katlolsblog @1lovef1sblog @hockeybae @arysbruv @bl0om-star @bineeeee @gigilovescatsx @non-lo-so0 @lovely-nightstars @frikandllbroodje @lovingyeet @frenchgirlsblog

white means i can't tag.

[carcarcraziiv2]

I LOVE YOUR JEALOUS APHELIOS AHH. I keep re-reading it!! Can I request a jealous kayn? NSFW or SFW is fine :3

THAT IS SO SWEET, ILYSM FOR TELLING ME THIS <3 <3 <3. Truly, it makes me happy to know people actually ENJOY what I am writing! Gives me a real boost to keep goin', ya know?!

And you literally bet your ass I will, Kayn is my ngjfhdsgjkh just my dirty lil' guy and I love him so gd much.

THIS is going to be NSFW. There will be warnings. I can't NOT do NSFW when I'm doing a jealousy trope. On god though? I had a random urge to make it soft Kayn so.... enjoy :3

P.S. SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE IT <3

18+ MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~18+ MDNI

TW: Jealousy, violence (literally just a punch), kind of mental illness? (Idk how I honestly classify Rhaast in this AU, but just in case), sex, masked man doing to do (ooo c;).

AS ALWAYS! Enter at your own risk. ILYSM <3

18+ MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~18+ MDNI

Jealous Kayn

The concert was a success, as per usual. The crowd was dispersing, however a few guys stuck around in the V.I.P area you chose to sit in to support your boyfriend, Kayn.

You chose to help the venue workers begin cleanup duty as you waited for Kayn to come retrieve you. There were round tables scattered about, people having left their empty cups and trash all over the place.

"You don't have to help clean up you know," a friendly young man came over to where you had a trash bag held open, scooping litter into it. "Patrons don't generally stick around for this part. I'm Jack, what's your name?"

"Oh, I don't really mind at all. I travel with the band, so I try to make a habit of helping out," you smile. "I'm y/n, nice to meet you."

"Travel with the band, huh? So do you like help w- whoa! You okay?," Jack starts, before you trip over the bag you're holding in front of you and nearly fall.

Luckily, he was there to catch you so you didn't make any more of a fool of yourself.

Unbeknownst to you though, Kayn had just walked in to fetch you. His eyes widened in shock before his brow furrowed, his features turning to a scowl as he witnessed you in another man's arms.

You hadn't even noticed his presence yet, not until you felt a force lift you up by one of your arms so that you were standing tall again.

"Oh, Kayn! The show was gre-," you don't get to finish your sentence before Kayn is throwing a punch at Jacks face. The only thing you can do in response is drop your mouth open in shock.

"Whoa what the fuck man!," the friendly venue worker shouts, his hand coming up to cup his face. You rush over to him, noticing Kayn about to throw another in his direction. You step in front of Jack just in time for the blow not to hit him, Kayn barely stopping before accidentally hitting you.

"Knock it off, you idiot!" You holler, pushing your boyfriend in his chest. He stumbles back slightly, taken aback by your defense of this man who clearly just had his hands all over you.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you watched his face turn from shocked to a scowl. He was clearly upset at you, but you were too upset with him to give a shit.

"Just go back to the hotel, Kayn. I'll find my own way back." Kayn stood there for a moment, his hands balled into fists as he seemed to study you for a reaction.

When you didn't falter your gaze, he conceded.

"Fine. Have fun with him," he snarled, whipping around and stomping away.

As you rushed back over to Jack to apologize and offer him assistance, you were unaware that Kayn still watched from the shadows of the small hallway in which he came from.

You idiot, Rhaast scolded him. "Shut up," he responded aloud. You let your emotions control the situation, you fool. Now our love is embarrassed and mad at us. Kayn hit himself on the head, then smoothed down his hair. "Fuck, you're right," he sighed. Although he knew he should go apologize to both of you, he felt defeated- disappointed in himself. He was so scared of losing you he made a minor situation worse. Not to mention, Yone was certainly going to hear about the incident from the venue management.

At that point, the only thing he could think to do was follow your order and return to the hotel.

To your surprise, Kayn made sure one of the guys stuck around to bring you back, too.

~~~~~

Yone was the one to take you to the hotel, silent for the entire drive until you arrived at your desitination.

"Go make up," he said, unlocking the door. "Kayn's mood will surely get worse after our conversation tomorrow."

"Ugh, thanks for the ride Yone," you sighed, thanking him as you left the vehicle. You entered the hotel, taking the elevator up to the room the two of you were sharing.

Steeling your nerves, you sifted through your pockets for the key card, taking it out and unlocking the door.

You weren't sure what you were expecting upon entry, but it was definitely not what greeted you.

Kayn sat shirtless on the patio, a lit cigarette smoldering in the ash tray, his body glimmering slightly from the moonlight caressing his skin.

And when you looked at his face... you saw it adorning his Rhaast mask.

Whatever edgy pity party shit that he is pulling, I don't care. I am staying in here. You dropped your phone and belongings onto the counter, silently scowling at him until his head slowly turned your direction.

You always liked his Rhaast side. So protective and levelheaded. Although very dominant sometimes, he always made your comfort a priority.

He stood, opened the sliding glass door, entered, then shut it behind him without turning around.

"Y/N," he said plainly, putting his hands in his pockets as he awaited your response.

"Yes?" You said, carelessly sassy with your tone as you looked anywhere other than the sculpted man prowling towards you. "What do you want?"

"You know I'm on your side, little one," Rhaast says as he approaches. You took a step back in unison with each of his until you were undoubtedly trapped between him and the white hotel wall. His body radiated heat that seeped into your skin, and you breathed deep to calm yourself.

"Ka- Rhaast. I don't know what to say. What happened earlier was really fucked up."

"I know, I know. Don't worry- I gave him a piece of my mind. That idiot never treats you right," his hand reaches up, gently caressing your face before lifting your chin to look at him.

You can't help your brow furrowing, lip pouting.

"Kayn doesn't treat me badly... he just read the situation wrong."

Checkmate, asshole. Kayn hisses to Rhaast. In return, he takes off his mask, revealing his wild but soft eyes. The contradiction between the obvious curiosity in his gaze and the demanding flicker of arousal made the muscles in your stomach tighten.

"He almost hit you, do you understand? Know's better than to endanger our love like that," his expression was so pained you could only imagine the war that was waging in his head right now.

"It's okay, love... really," you sighed. "I just didn't want any more violence to happen, and it seemed inevitable unless I intervened the way that I did. I know you- or Kayn- would never hit me. And I always know you treat me right."

Rhaast pouts his lower lip, and you have sudden overwhelming urge to kiss him. It wasn't your intention; you really did want to talk about everything... but you just couldn't stop yourself.

The kiss was tender, soft. He let out a sigh when you did it, almost a whimper- so out of character for him. It was almost as if he was relieved. He knew that you had forgiven him. You didn't feel so trapped between him and the wall anymore when Rhaast's hands gently pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss.

"Thank you for always protecting me, Rhaast. Kayn, I love you," you smile against his lips, your hands touching his face. He pulls away only for a moment to look you in the eyes before grabbing you around your ass and lifting you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed.

Holding onto the back of his neck, you squirmed in his arms as the he lowered you onto the soft cotton bedding. The bed was cool under the fabric of your clothes, a delicious contradiction to the heat radiating between you and Kayn.

The two of you bite and suck and play amongst each other's lips, your body gradually becoming more and more aroused. When you look back into his eyes, you can tell Kayn has returned.

"I'm sorry, my love, but I can't control myself when it comes to you," he says, a shy but sly smile taking over the canvas of his face. He looks so cheeky, trying to get you to forgive him still even when you're sure he knows your hardly angry anymore.

Now you're just turned on.

"I understand- I can't say I wouldn't have reacted the same way... Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you make it up to me?" You smile back at him, tracing a finger down the soft skin of his muscular bare chest. He tilted his head in response, raising a brow. His body towered over you as the two of you lay there, encompassing you in his thrilling aura.

"You dirty little thing," he cooed before nuzzling his face into your neck, his wet tongue dragging along your skin before placing a soft nibble. You whimpered at the feeling as he continued scraping his teeth along your flesh.

"I would destroy everything for you, my love," his voice is sweet like a summer wind, warm emotions ruffling straight through to your heart. Kayn was everything- the sun, the moon, the stars. In this moment before you share the most intimate of actions, you felt so close to him.

He was being so open after the events that had occurred. You realized perhaps Rhaast was his way of communicating the things he didn't really want to say, and it made you feel warm inside that he was comfortable enough with you to share that side of him.

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when Kayn sat up to help you out of your clothes, removing his own swiftly. Your mouth hung open at the sight of him removing the black leather belt from his pants, the corded muscles in his arms flexing as his fingers fumbled with the buckle. When he looked back up at you with a feline gaze, you swore you could see flickers of Rhaast.

He bends, crawling over your squirming frame. The air was thick with tension as he began caressing your body with his large hands. They were rough on your soft skin as he pinched and prodded your nipples, leaning down slowly to suck them one by one.

There was this thing about Kayn- he never stopped watching you. Always looking at your expression, gauging how certain things made you feel. You were so enthralled by the way he looked at you while pleasing you that that alone had your heat rising.

He made his way down your body, peppering kisses and bites as he traveled. Once he reached your front, you hissed in a breath at the first feeling of his tongue on you.

He licked and sucked, his warm tongue caressing everywhere perfectly as he serviced you.

"Fuck, Kayn that feels so good," you moaned, grabbing his hair and tugging- to which he responded with a growl. You knew how that made him feel, and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you in that moment. Sure, his mouth felt great, but you knew his cock would feel even better.

He almost became feral, you noticed, as he ceased his movements and sat up, grabbing you and pulling your legs towards him so you were at the edge of the bed.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy baby," his voice gravely, he gripped his thick member, stroking it a few times while looking at you through thick lashes. "I'm going to fuck you, now. Show you who you belong to, right my love?"

"Please Kayn, P-Please fuck me now," you whimpered, your cheeks warm and flushed, a hand caressing your front while the other rested idly by your head.

"I love it when you beg. Only for me, baby. Yeah- fuck," he stammered a bit as he pressed his tip to your entrance, watching his dick become engulfed slowly by your hole. "You're always so gods damned tight for me."

The feeling of his dick had your brain melting, your hand stopping for a moment. Kayn noticed, stopped his movements, and gave you a look.

"Did I tell you to stop, love?" All you could do in response between whimpers was shake your head, and you moved your hand back to keep pleasing yourself as he started picking up the pace. "Gooood, good fucking b/g."

He continued his pace, grunting every few seconds in sync with his thrusts. You rolled your eyes back into your head as you felt yourself climb higher and higher. Kayn leaned down and kissed you passionately, biting your lip as he released you.

"Cum for me, love. I'm not going to last much longer with you gripping me like this. He hissed in his breath as you shuddered and cried out, reaching your climax. Your vision blurred, a few tears dripping down your face as you gripped his forearms.

"Fuck baby- Fuck I'm gonna cum," Kayn groans, whipping his head back. "Take my cum baby, that's it, fuuuuuuck." His hips buck against you as he finds his release and lets out shuttering breaths as he slows to a stop.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling empty but content as he pulls you up further onto the bed and collapses onto the plush mattress.

"Maybe I should get jealous more often if this is how the night ends up," he smiles, and you roll your eyes in response.

"Maybe I shouldn't have rewarded you for that behavior," you giggle, and he scoffs. "Next time let's talk about it first, unless the person you're jealous of actually looks like he is doing something bad?"

"Yeah yeah, I know," now it was his turn to roll his eyes, returning to his normal sassy self for a moment before softening again. "I really am sorry, Y/N. I love you."

"I know you are. Oh and by the way, you may want to save the rest of your apologies for your talk with Yone tomorrow..."

"Shit," was all he responded, shaking his head. "Great... Whatever, he'll get over it. He loves me."

"Yeah, so do I Kayn. So do I," you smile, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight my love."

"Goodnight, baby." He responds, and as when you fall asleep you dream of Kayn and Rhaast and the lovely life you share. Even through the ups and downs he will always be your everything.

[tqavaaas]

what if jing yuan was forced to give up a memory to resist Mara, and he had to forget either his girlfriend or the high cloud quintets. So he chose to forget his girlfriend but didn’t tell her, instead he wrote her a note, where he breaks up with her.

*ೃ༄ Heartfelt letter ˚◞♡ ⃗

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ┊A goodbye from your significant other.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ┊Slightly corny (?) - angst - short

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ┊ jing Yuan x Fem! Reader

𝘈/𝘯 ┊What a great way to kick off my blog! In all seriousness though, thank you for the request; I love angst sm and genuinely loved writing this.

He didn’t want to do this. But alas, this was a curse from being practically immortal. He had to choose to forget the most important people in his life, and he had to pick the girl who’s been by his side since the fall of the quintets. Even after centuries, he couldn’t let go of the friendship that’ll never return.

He had discussed with you earlier that day, and he was going to forget you. Looking back, your reactions were immature. You were fuming with anger, much more disappointed that sparked your childish behavior. You had left the Seat of Divine Foresight that same hour, you hadn’t bothered to even pay him one last visit. Oh, how you wish you did.

The day after, was in fact the worse. Seeing him look at you without that look in his eyes truly brought you to tears. Even yanqing saw it.

“Ah, I presume your [name]?” The general spoke, a gentle smile on his face. How you hated it.

You simply nodded. You figured speaking would bring you to tears - but at this point, why wouldn’t it?

“I found this letter at my side table this morning, it’s addressed to you. I’m unaware of the contents in them, so please do excuse me if it’s disrespectful” He spoke, as regal as ever.

Soon enough, work hours were over. You placed the letter on your counter, debating on whether you should read it. You know whatever was in that letter was everything he felt in that moment. But did you want to experience those feelings to?

Yes. Yes you did.

Carefully you opened the envelope: careful not to rip the paper, nor the bow that was glued to it. Jing Yuan was always so extra with you.

You placed the envelope down, then unfolded the letter itself - to reveal such exquisite and undoubtly elegant handwriting,

❝ My dearest,

I wrote this to apologize to you, you may also consider it my formal goodbye, but I hope that in due time, you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. It may be years, or centuries from now. But I truly hope that someday I’m able to get forgiveness from you. Though, I am aware no amount of justification will able to condone my actions. I’m guessing you believe my actions are unreasonable, I cannot doubt you for those feelings, nor will I try to change your mind.

I don’t lack doubt you’ll make me yours again - and I wish you would. But someday, somewhere; maybe as foxians, vidayhara, or short-lived species. Among one of the 6 Hexafleet on the Xianzhou alliance, or one of many life forms in the billions of galaxies will we cross paths again, and we can spend more centuries together like we did before.

-Yours truly, Jing Yuan❞

[sinisternymphette]

fade into you - modern au!levi

because...I've been thinking about him recently... this is just a cute little self-indulging fic I made.. this is the first time I've ever written him so I apologize if he's a bit uncharacteristic. (also I wrote this in 2 am) Two pov's are here!! (use of f!reader)

⎯ 1984, huh. Good read, classic. You heard a gruff voice speak to you, making you look up almost immediately. Your gaze was met with a rather short middle-aged man's cold yet beautiful silver-blue eyes, his lips an unamused thin line which held no emotion in them. He was wearing an apron, which meant he was one of the people working in the quaint little teashop you were in. You tilted your head slightly to the side in confusion, blinking slowly as if you were a feline. However, you soon figured out he was talking about the book you were so carefully holding- 1984 by George Orwell. He was one of your favorite authors, so earlier this week, you were giddy to learn that your local library had more of his works. And so, you had to pick the next one on your list.

a faint ''oooh!'' left your mouth, staring at him and giving him a brief nod as a close-mouthed smile started to form on your glossy lips a little awkwardly. You gave a quick side glance at the menu that laid on the old and rounded wooden table before you met his eyes again.

⎯ Umm yeah, you started, voice vibrating slightly in a sheepish response to the unexpected comment. No one had ever come up to you before to mention the book you were reading. In fact, this was the first time you've caught a stranger's attention, no matter the reason. In a flick of a moment, you looked at the man in front of you up and down- he had short and straight, sleek black hair which was styled in an undercut curtain. He had dark circles under his eyes, something that you could relate to- though yours weren't as noticeable as his. His appearance almost reminded you to a sickly victorian child mixed with a history teacher, especially because of his stature and choice of clothing. He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt under his apron, dark brown trousers with a black leather belt and simple black oxfords.

⎯ I love his books. Animal Farm is one of my favorites- actually. You continued, a slight glimmer in your eyes as you spoke softly in almost a murmur. You placed the book on your lap before bringing one of your hands to brush some strands out of your face, placing them under your ears. ⎯ short, but a masterpiece.

The black-haired man's expression remained the same, though you were also met with a slight scoff. He seemed to be unamused, despite his interest in the beginning. This made you pout faintly, only a little. ⎯ Hm, I can agree with that. he mumbled, cold eyes meeting yours again and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His gaze and tone of voice might have made him seem uninterested and cold, but somehow, he still gave off a somewhat 'welcoming' aura, which was strange- to say the least. You guessed he was one of them closed-off types. ⎯ Did you sit here only to talk about Orwell, or do you actually want to drink some tea as well? he suddenly asked, which caught you completely off-guard. You slowly brought your hands together over the book that was sitting on your lap to fidget your fingers with each other in a nervous manner, a tiny frown forming on your features where once laid a soft expression. Usually, people were easy for you to read- but this man seemed like a puzzle, an enigma. Part of you thought that he was simply an asshole, while the other wanted to believe he didn't mean to come off like that- especially by the immediate reaction he had to his own words, his silver slits of eyes widening by the slightest, a glimmer of regret behind them. Still, you didn't want to assume. ⎯ Oh. That was all what was able to come out for a few moments, disappointment and shock carrying that simple word. You glanced to the side. ⎯ Right. Sorry. I'll be getting an hmm.. Arrowroot tea. Small cup, please. A glass of water with that, too. You were finally able to word something, and despite your attempts at sounding firm like him, you came off more awkward than you wanted to, voice as soft as a feather. Oops, so much for being strong and confident.

His gaze lingered on you for a few moments, silence filling the air around the both of you. ⎯ Mhm. With that, he simply gave you a nod, turned around and walked back behind the counters of the shop where all the brewing equipment and coffee-making machines were, murmuring briefly with the other person working there- A brunette, young woman -who seemed to be some years younger than you- with wide brown eyes and her hair up in a ponytail, wearing an apron like the man's. The woman's gaze landed on yours, though you quickly glanced away, staring right down onto your book. He probably said something rude about you to her, despite the fact that you didn't do anything. You just knew it, you felt it.

Your thoughts, however, were interrupted after a few minutes by the sudden sound of him clearing his throat, standing right next to you. You perked your head up ⎯ Here. He placed the warm cup on the table, not bothering to look at you. ⎯ It's 3 dollars. In a swift motion, you opened the zipper of the bag that was sitting on the chair next to yours and pulled out your purse, taking out the pennies of money you owed. Before you were able to turn your back and hand him the money, he placed a small and pretty little porcelain rounded plate in front of you, 2 scones with strawberry jam on it. Strange.. you didn't order those. ⎯ I think you got my order wrong, I didn't ask fo- you spoke up as you turned, though your words were immediately cut off by his husky voice. ⎯ On the house. his gaze softened to some extent, except it switched back to his former one in a blink of an eye. You looked back to the scones, then looked at him again with clear confusion as you gave him the money- your fingers touching his for only seconds before they didn't anymore. Was this because he felt bad about the rudeness from before, or did the girl he was with talked some sense into him? Maybe your hearing was broken. ⎯ Really? you almost blurted out, which caused him to chuff in response, slightly rolling his eyes. ⎯ Yes. Take it or leave it. Despite the roughness that came off with that sentence and the stoic expression on his face, he seemed to have done it as an attempt to hide the way the thin lines of his lips curled up- however minuscule it was. You honestly found it a bit funny and strange, why he was trying to act like such an angry and grumpy little old man instead of just..being normal. ⎯ Uh..thanks, I guess. You replied, rewarding him with a soft smile as you took the cup and brought it to your lips, taking a small sip while you sniffed, enjoying the tea's smell.

⎯ Enjoy your tea. He replied with a brief nod of his head while his gaze remained on you for a short moment before he eventually let out a scoff, though it didn't really seem to be from annoyance, but from something else. You weren't 100% sure though. He then turned away once again and went back to tidying up some tables, occasionally glancing your way. You didn't pay much attention to him though because as soon as he left; you opened your book, took out the lace page marker you had carefully placed in the last page you've been reading, placed it back on the table and got emerged in the story. You furrowed your eyebrows, a sign you were concentrated and not paying attention to your surroundings while you hummed softly to yourself.

Levi walked back to his spot after restlessly cleaning the same table for the past 10 minutes. He had a frown on his face, a dark and gloomy expression as he huffed, using his arm to wipe off some of the little sweat that was starting to form on his forehead. He got behind the counter while Gabi took the task of making the tea, and she quickly turned to look at him as she brewed the order she just got. An amused smile played on her lips, snickering softly which made Levi give her a scowl. ⎯ What do you want, brat. he murmured, bringing his hand to pinch his temples. He was way too embarrassed already, having pulled that stupid little stunt back there and acting like a complete ass to that woman. He didn't even mean to say what he did, but for some reason, the woman made his words get caught in his throat- and it made him confused, it was an unusual thing to happen, a new feeling, so he didn't like that. Still, that wasn't an excuse to act the way he did. And internally, he was still cussing at himself. ⎯ Sooo, did she accept the scones? She asked, a playful glint in her eyes as she waited for his response. Levi sighed. ⎯ What do you think? You see them in my hands? Gabi nodded, understanding what he meant and that it was a warning for her to mind her own business. As much as she loved teasing the old man, she didn't like getting on his bad side, especially if he was already having a rough day. Levi stood there, crossing his arms and leaning over the counter next to the cash register as his gaze traveled through the shop, though his eyes always seemed to land on the woman's even if he didn't intend to. Damnit.

He wasn't sure what caused him to be like this. Usually, he was too focused on his work to even notice the clients he was having. He didn't care about socializing with any of them, or making any new friends. After all, he was already happy with the ones he already had- Falco and Gabi, who were his adopted children, his best friends Erwin, Hange, Miche and Onyankopon, and his dumbass almost-siblings Isabel and Furlan. He didn't need anyone else, nor wanted anyone else. So why was his body acting against his mind?

⎯ She's real pretty she whispered, trying to act discreetly as she nodded towards her with her head, leaning against the wall next to Levi. He shrugged, clearly unamused by her comment as he glanced down, acting as if he was tiding the cash inside the cash register. He didn't respond, just glanced towards the woman's way every few moments. Gabi then left to tend a costumer, a tray on one of her hands with a warm cup of tea.

Some times passed, and you finally got out of the trance-like state you were in as your read your book, head perking up as you yawned softly. Drinking tea always made you sleepy, which was a pleasant feeling. It calmed you down, especially while reading. A content sigh escaped your lips, and you slowly stood up to grab your bag and put your things inside before you fixed your now slightly messy hair. ⎯ Done with your tea, huh. you heard the now familiar cold voice speak up behind you, realizing he was probably waiting for you to finish all this time. You nodded his way, turning fully to look at him correctly. ⎯ Yup, tea and scones were very good, thank you. You replied, your voice sounding more kind now. You looked at the now empty cup in your hand before looking at him, making a small chuckle ⎯ Do I leave this here, or is there a trash can where I can drop this? he shook his head, pulling up his hand in a way of saying no. ⎯ Leave it here. he said with usual tone, his silver eyes looking up and down at you, almost as if he was scanning you. He then took a cloth from his pocket and started to wipe the table clean, no longer looking at you and his expression immediately became stoic again. And so, with that, you started to walk away without looking back. You were tired now, and all you wanted was to go home, take a warm bath and loath on your bed. However, as you were about to open the door, the bell chiming softly, you heard his voice again. ⎯ Will you be coming here again? Your eyes widened as you listened, the tone in his voice almost sounding hopeful, even if it was just a little bit. You turned to look at him one last time, nodding. ⎯ I really liked this place. So yeah, I probably will.

You didn't know, but deep down inside of him, with those simple words you just spoke, a warm and fuzzy feeling stirred in his tummy, even if all he did was nod in response and turn to keep doing what he was doing. A tiny, small, minuscular but content smile almost appeared on his lips. He was glad. Glad that he would see you again, and he couldn’t wait for you to return, as much as he tried to convince himself he didn't.

@sinisternymphette 2024

[waitmyturtles]

Last Twilight: Episode 6 reflections

Welp! Once again! Aof Noppharnach! Thanks, buddy! Fist bump. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE AFTER THAT.

I'm gonna live, because we get ANOTHER flirty episode 7 next week, woop woop. But let me review what we've all been screaming about today.

Anti-August rhetoric is abounding, yes. I would argue that the narrative themes that the character of August presented during this episode were set up in episodes well before this disaster that August created happened.

This episode demonstrated Aof's mastery of dissecting interpersonal engagement and relationships, as well as offering an examination of chosen vs. unchosen familial bonds. The examination in particular of the nature of nuclear (unchosen) family bonds -- especially in the face of the impact of a traumatic event like Day's sudden blindness -- is subtle and exquisite so far. I'll get more into this in a moment.

The show's been laying all of this down for us since the start, paralleling the impact of the unchosen bonds Day has with the world he has left around him, with the chosen bonds he's made with Mhok, and vice versa. That is all happening alongside Mhok's continued internal emotional journey of change and stablization, which again, I'll touch on in a moment.

In episode 5, we heard Day describe his sports partnership with August as akin to an "arranged marriage."

Day showed us in the last episode that he did the majority of the lifting of the partnership he had with August. Day HAD to be the emotional stabilizer of the partnership in order to win championships. Akin to the Asian practice of arranged marriages -- it certainly takes two to tango. But if the CULTURAL expectation--

(THE HUGE AND ENORMOUS AND ASSUMED CULTURAL EXPECTATION IN ASIA, mind you, which we are reading between the lines here) --

of the OUTCOME of an arranged marriage is to 1) have children, and 2) not get divorced -- well, if someone isn't pulling their weight, the partner has to clock some overtime shifts.

Day did overtime, and boop, fell in love with his badminton partner. I don't blame him. All that work to get to know August's ins and outs? And the way August looks, mmhmm? Yeah, I get it. August may have been a butt, but Day doing that all that work to accidentally find himself on the attraction path wouldn't be surprising to me.

We get to episode 6. We see that Day is being failed by his unchosen family. We still don't know what the deal is with Night, despite Mhok's inquiries. (I apologize to @respectthepetty for not finding their theory post that Night was behind the wheel of the car accident that first affected Day's eyes -- shout-out, Senpai.) We see Day's mom sort of failing him prior to his birthday. We see that Day was sort of expecting his mom to fail him anyway.

I wanted to capture Day's mom's emotional reaction here because... we know past stuff is percolating. Day's mom's career comes first and has come first. The wins come first, as they should have been for Day when he could still see and could still play badminton.

Day was prepared to be disappointed. That hug at the end of this scene with his mother was a sigh of relief for Day that his mom came through, but we don't know the extent to which his mother hasn't come through in the past, except by way of having kept Day inside for a year after the onset of his blindness.

And then Day was failed, again, by unchosen family.

August says, "I'm willing to do whatever makes him happy," but, just like nuclear/unchosen family -- you have to KNOW the people around you to KNOW what ACTUALLY makes them happy. Nuclear/unchosen family can't just clock in and clock out of family work. It takes more zhuzh than that.

For example: changing diapers might be a role a parent performs. It'll make a baby happy to feel clean and dry. But are the babies happy to actually wear a diaper? No. They don't know from diapers. The babies will be happy with loving, caring, and attentive parents showing them attention. From there, emotional growth will flourish.

Love, here, is not exactly about roles and tasks, as August is defining happiness above. Love is about something different -- it's about paying attention, at all times, to the people you love, and responding accordingly.

Unchosen family can very well fail you, because at the end of the day, they're still "family" by blood and sometimes bond. That's why it's important for so many of us to have CHOSEN family that shows up for us.

REMEMBER: BETWEEN DAY AND MHOK? DAY CHOSE MHOK. THAT'S A CHOSEN RELATIONSHIP FOR DAY, FINALLY, FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE.

And Mhok comes into Day's house, starts to take care of Day like a partner, starts to get to know Day's ins and outs, and boop -- Mhok has found himself falling for Day. Quite the different paradigm from August, who did and does shit.

And in episode 6? Here comes Mhok, barreling in from the start of the episode, re-shifting the paradigms in Day's life that were created by the unchosen people that preceded Day in close proximity. I love how the VERY first scene of this episode started with Mhok announcing himself to Day in Day's room -- very unlike the way that August had silently slunk away from the bar in the previous episode.

And all the ways that Mhok is right behind Day as August engages through the episode, checking in, vibing. And respect to Mhok for taking some time away from the birthday party at the end, too. Did it break my heart to hear Day calling for Mhok before August's final arrival? For sure. But Mhok needed some space to process --

-- and then he came back, watched what was happening, and you know what struck me? We again saw a moment where Mhok has changed, as I mentioned last week.

Mhok could have pummeled August! Imagine if that shit went down at the start of the series. Lil' August wouldn't have any damn teeth left. Remember that Mhok pummeled that m'fer that Porjai was with, TWICE.

Mhok didn't kick August's ass this time around. Mhok held himself, he asked August questions. Day also knew what Mhok was capable of, but Mhok held himself. FUCK. Exquisite!

And then.... we got the rooftop, we got the rooftop.

This is a great series. THESE ARE GREAT EPISODES.

Couple other quick notes:

1) JIMMY AND SEA! JIMMY! THOSE LOOKS ON THE ROOFTOP! YOOOOOOOO.

2) I just want to acknowledge all the sensualness of this episode by way of scent and touch, and trust the family on posting about it.

That being said:

I've been known to be intrigued by scented things emanating from Aof's shows in the past. He had posted on IG a few weeks ago about a perfume company he likes, I went to check it out, and bloop, I got myself a sampler for the holidays.

I clocked the cologne that Day gifted Mhok.

As far as I can tell, this specific bottle called Tiwa doesn't exist -- although I love that the fake brand is "UNTOLD STORIES," written at the top. Tee-hee.

Coincidentally, a scent called "Tiwa" was created by a company called Parfum Prissana, out of Thailand (they look great, I want to smell them one day).

A website reviewing Prissana's Tiwa notes the description of the scent that came from Prissana itself:

Atmosphere of the day time in a countryside of Thailand. The smell of local cooking herbs and spices and there is fruits orchards and precious woods near by. Tiwa means day time in Thai.

Well, well, well.

[svltzmans]

for worse or for better - h.m.

a/n: good morning! another banger request from ??? anon lets all thank them for their contributions to my blog 😭 this is the last fic in my request box so if any of y'all have something in mind you want me to write now is the perfect time to send it in <3

warnings: kinda angsty??? but then fluffy so its fine <3, mentions of periods, unnecessary cursing bc i am a sailor

y/n knew when she woke up that her day wasn't going to go well.

the squeezing pains in her abdomen had already started, and she wasn't having it. not even a little.

messily making her bed and getting dressed, she realizes that even the most mundane of tasks are stressing her out.

much to her dismay, she still had to go to class. and wickery practice, and to study group, and...

ugh.

more than anything else, y/n just wants to stay in bed. maybe shed a few tears and order a pizza. but that is a complete pipe dream.

"y/n! hi!"

it's lizzie, and she's in an annoyingly good mood.

"hey," y/n manages, her mood shining through in her tone.

lizzie feigns a frown. "someone didn't sleep well, huh?"

"i slept fucking fine, if you must know," y/n sneered, becoming irritated by lizzie's ever present charm.

"jeez, y/n. i'm gonna walk away now."

and she does, and y/n immediately feels bad. she knows she's pretty irritable on her period, but she thought she'd be able to control it.

but as it turns out, she's not in as much control as she thought.

y/n takes her usual seat in potions class, usually right next to her girlfriend, hope.

except hope's not there when class starts, and y/n is irritated. the one person that makes her feel better decided not to show up.

she sighs, resting her chin in her arms. she knew class would feel extra long without hope next to her, cracking jokes and sharing the doodles she draws instead of focusing and taking notes.

an hour finally goes by after what feels like three, and y/n is exhausted. she knows she has to go to wickery practice or face the wrath of penelope park.

does she care about that? not much, but she forces herself to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts and make her way to the field. she's sure hope will come eventually, considering that wickery is much more fun than potions class.

the team has already started practicing when y/n arrives, and she decides to just jump in.

making a few decent passes, she thinks her day might just be turning around. still with no sight of hope, y/n's disappointment grows in the pit of her stomach.

she forgets about her misfortune momentarily when she spots lizzie, preparing for the next play. she makes her way over, feeling unnerved that the blonde is still angry about earlier.

"lizzi-"

"y/n, don't apologize. i have a period too."

"how did you...?"

"i just know. that's the only time you ever act like that. well, that and when you haven't had caffeine in a couple of days."

"you know me a little too well. now, give me the ball."

toward the end of practice, y/n sits down on the bench, sipping some water. she scans the field for hope, thinking she might have missed her, but she's nowhere to be found.

it's not exactly unlike hope to miss class, and maybe even an occasional wickery practice, but y/n is getting frustrated. she hasn't seen her girlfriend all day, and hope hadn't made any effort to see her.

as if her thoughts could be read, hope plops down next to her, in her wickery uniform.

"what'd i miss?," she asks, placing a gentle kiss on y/n's cheek as she settles.

"uh, well, where do i start? potions, almost all of wickery practice... where have you been all day?"

"dr. saltzman needed me, we had to go-"

"well why didn't you tell me, hope? i've been worried about you. you can't just disappear all day. you didn't even put in any effort to let me know that i wouldn't see you at all today."

with that, y/n stands and starts walking away. she knows she needs to be alone before she starts saying worse things she doesn't mean.

hope is left completely blindsided by y/n's reaction to her presence. y/n never gets frustrated in that way, especially not with her. she figures something must be bothering her, and without much consideration at all, she comes to a conclusion.

after coming down from her anger high, y/n is consumed with guilt from the way she treated both hope and lizzie. she at least had attempted to apologize to lizzie, even though lizzie had practically done all the work for her.

she decided that she couldn't face hope, not like this. she is almost ashamed of the way her eyes are puffy from the tears that had streamed (and are still slightly streaming) down her flushed face.

just as y/n starts to prepare to sleep, there's a quiet knock on the door.

"y/n? it's me, are you in there?"

it's hope, and y/n decides that she has to talk to her eventually.

"yeah, i'm here," she mutters, voice still weak from crying.

hope creaks open the door, shutting it gently behind her, and sits at the foot of y/n's bed.

"are you okay?"

"totally fine."

"it looks like you've been crying."

"nope. just... allergies."

a silence falls between them, with a worried look on hope's face as y/n avoids her gaze.

"y/n..."

before hope can even start her sentence, tears are welling in y/n's eyes. she crossed her fingers that hope wouldn't notice, but soon the few tears turned into a small stream.

hope moves closer, wrapping her arms tightly around y/n's torso. "oh, baby... it's okay. you're okay," she whispers, gently scratching the back of y/n's head.

"hope... i am so sorry, i don't know what got into m-"

"shh, hey, it's okay. i understand. i get a period too, you know."

"lizzie said the same thing! like exactly!"

y/n can't help but laugh, and hope soon joins her.

"c'mon, let's get some rest, yeah?"

"only if you'll stay tonight."

"y/n, if you think i'm going anywhere, you have lost your damn mind. but, i think i need to borrow some of your pajamas..."

"say less."

before she knows it, y/n is dead asleep, hope's arm draped lightly over her girlfriend.

hope pulls her closer, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

"sleep tight, don't let penelope park bite," she whispers, giggling quietly to herself.

[austinmaris18]

Personal Thoughts on Yona (No Bashing)

I'm gonna be honest, I hate shipping discourse because at the end of the day, characters aren't real and muting tags, posts, accounts are a thing. I also don't want to clog the Sidlink tag with discourse bc it's bad enough on twitter. However, if there's one thing I've learned about myself, it's that when something's bothering me, I need to talk about it, if only to process it. So, apologies but here I go. I will say that I feel like this is a nuanced take, so I guess if you're interested in that feel free to read. Disclaimer before I go in: there will be absolutely no Yona bashing. This post isn't to bash or attack Yona, anyone who enjoys Yona individually or paired with Sidon. I don't necessarily dislike her as a character, I'm more annoyed at the writing surrounding her introduction.

I've been thinking a lot, and I think the reason that Yona's introduction bothers me so much is because it mirrors (more than likely unintentionally) a pretty annoying heteronormative trope. In Jeffrey Brown's book Love, Sex, Gender, and Superheroes (an amazing analytical book in general, would highly recommend) they note that following the publication of Seduction of the Innocent in 1954 - which claimed amongst other things that Batman and Robin were a couple - there was a sort of moral panic about comic books. This was also during the era of McCarthyism, and so to avoid Senate action, the comic industry created the Comics Code Authority, which partly ensured that "illicit relationships" weren't hinted at, and in 1956 Kate Kane as Batwoman was introduced to be a love interest for Batman to reinforce his heterosexuality.

Now, am I comparing Sidlink to the supposed queer subtext of Batman and Robin in 40s and 50s comics? No. Am I saying that Nintendo purposefully introduced Yona for the same purpose as DC did Batwoman? Not necessarily. I just think it's almost comical how similar the situation feels, and the writing doesn't help either. Now, Yona is apparently Sidon's "dear childhood friend" and is also from a different kingdom. That in and of itself feels so awkward because again, we've had Breath of the Wild and Age of Calamity AND their respective DLCs, and not once have gotten mention of Yona or her kingdom. Not in a throwaway line from an NPC, not in the murals of Zora's Domain, not in Mipha's diary. (Also, I know that technically, Age of Calamity isn't canon. But it still had input from the Zelda team, and it provides a supposedly canon view of the settlements in Hyrule before the Calamity.) Especially considering the fact that we get confirmation from Sidon's mural and King Dorephan's dialogue that the engagement to Yona is political/arranged, this engagement was not really foreshadowed in any meaningful way other than this sort of heteronormative notion of "He's a prince so he'll have to get married at some point." Like, Sidon had a whole fanclub in BotW, and not one of them knew?? Did the engagement happen in the six/seven years between BotW and ToTK? Again, for a race of long lived beings like the Zora, that feels a bit hard to believe.

This in particular is what makes her introduction so jarring. We've seen all the countless Twitch and YouTube streamers reacting, the TikToks, the tweets and Tumblr posts of people shocked and disappointed. Here's where I point back to the fact that Aonuma and Fujibayashi even addressed the fact that Sidon was so popular during the BotW DLC Dev Talk. That's not to say they were aware of the ship or even cared enough to have taken the action of mitigating any potential queer readings. Other than reactions to the gameplay and the overall story, I don't think Nintendo particularly cares what we do, think, or ship. But they did know that Sidon in particular was a standout popular character, and so it seems so strange to not pair him off in a more well written way.

That's before even mentioning the whole Zora mural where Sidon parallels his relationship with Yona to that of Mipha, literally calling her a sister. There's also no getting around the fact that he uses that phrasing as in Spanish, French, and the original Japanese (those are the languages I read, so that's what I'm referencing) so it's not an English localization quirk. And I know there's the line about his feelings become more "difficult to quantify" but again, why? Why not just say he admired her instead of comparing her to Mipha in that way if they want to show us there was something there even in their childhood? I know it's meant to be sweet and to depict a sort of growth of feelings between them, but it reads strangely.

So we have these aspects and then we compare this to Sidon's interactions with Link this game. (Also before that, I want to acknowledge something: the vast majority of us who ship Sidlink or just enjoyed Sidon's character were never under the illusion that Nintendo would go towards any canonical romance between Sidon and Link.) We arrive to Zora's Domain to find a statue of us riding Sidon from the Vah Ruta battle. There is a whole Hylian bedroom constructed near the area where Sidon and Link fought Vah Ruta (more built out than the bed area Mipha used). The whole "Link Shrine" Sidon has singing his praises. Sidon literally getting down on one knee, taking OUR HAND in both his hands before presenting us the ring (I know that the other champions say the same oath and give us rings, it's the imagery of a proposal that I'm referring to). Link standing equally distant to Sidon as Yona during Sidon's crowning. Yona telling us that when Sidon speaks it's more than likely to talk about Link. Already Yona's introduction so funnily parallels heteronormative tropes, but to actually have so much imagery and subtext for Sidon and Link makes it feel even more crazy? I think this is where people get so hung up on the idea that "Yona was just introduced to get in the way of Sidlink." Honestly, I think the interactions with Link are more probably concessions for fans (not necessarily shippers) because again, the devs know how popular Sidon is. But it compounds with the manner in which Yona is written into the game.

All that being said, I don't necessarily have a neat conclusion to draw from these thoughts, but going back to the Batwoman parallels, I do think it's a shame Yona won't have to chance to canonically develop further the way Batwoman did. After all, despite her original introduction, most people nowadays think Batwoman and think of Kate Kane, the redhead badass lesbian superhero. But that happened over the course of decades in a medium that iterates narratively on the same characters over and over. Even if we get a story DLC for ToTK that has more Yona content, I don't know that it would be enough to smooth over how awkward her introduction was, and it's hard to believe Nintendo would make another direct sequel or carry over Sidon and Yona to the next version of Zelda. But we can already see Yona's iterative growth through fandom!

Now listen. I know myself, and the truth is I'm never going to actively ship Sidon and Yona. But I'm sure there are amazing artists and writers out there who will flesh Yona and her relationship and history with Sidon out (whether that includes Link in a polycule or not). I'm glad that the game has made the interpretation of a lavender marriage between Sidon and Yona who have their respective paramours possible (with the politically arranged aspect of the marriage, Sidon's boisterous actions concerning Link, Yona's acknowledgement of Link's importance to Sidon). I'm looking forward to fics, standalone art and comics that take that route. I'm sure that there will continue to be art and fanfiction that don't acknowledge ToTK or Yona, and I will surely be consuming those as well. I really hope the homophobia and general discourse towards Sidlink subsides, because it's been surprisingly overwhelming on Twitter. I also hope that there aren't people actively attacking posts about Yona. After all, muting and blocking words, tags, and accounts are options across all social media platforms.

This post will definitely be a one off for me, and I don't ever see myself making another post like this again. I honestly might also delete this post in the future now that I've properly written out my thoughts. Anyways, time to get back to drawing practice and working on my fics.

[sweveniv]

MAYOR ━━ h. ran. | chapter three. | masterlist.

warning: head job, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, throat goat, clitorical stimulation.

Ran's expression shifted from shock to confusion when he heard a little boy call out to me as 'mommy', his eyes widening in disbelief as he processed the words. It was clear that the boy had mistaken us for a couple, a misunderstanding that sent a flush of embarrassment across my cheeks as I realized that I was not setting a good example to this kid.

Without letting my discomfort show, I softly apologized to Kio and guided him to the playground, where most of the kids were playing. As soon as Kio was out of earshot, I turned to Ran who was still fixated on me, confusion written all over his face. I sighed, knowing that he had many questions about what had just happened.

Ran's brow furrows in confusion, eyes still fixed on mine as he continues to process what had just occurred. I take a deep breath before speaking, hoping to clear the misunderstanding once and for all.

"Let me clear things up for you," I say, taking a sip of my champagne before continuing. "That little boy who called me 'mommy' is actually my nephew - Emma and Draken's child. And while I may not be his mother, I am undoubtedly his aunt. I don't mind him calling me 'mommy' one bit, and my sister obviously does not either." I pause, hoping that Ran has finally understood the situation and that this conversation can come to an end.

Ran's smirk fades into a playful smile as he teases me about the little boy calling me 'mommy'. "So you want a baby, is that it?" He asks, his eyes dancing with amusement as he teases me. His tone is light and casual, as if he's just making a passing comment and not actually trying to read into my reaction. The amusement in his voice is infectious, and I can feel my own lips turning up in response, despite my nerves.

"You know I'm a model, I can't have a baby yet - it's too early," I reply, turning to face Ran and his cold, emotionless gaze. Despite the slight chill in his expression, a gentle smile still plays at the corners of his lips, leaving me feeling uneasy. I can't quite put my finger on what's bothering me, so I decide to just put up a bright smile and fix his tie to keep me busy.

As I was about to say something, our phones both chimed unexpectedly, causing us to look down in surprise. It was a message from Sanzu Haruchiyo, inviting us to do something. Our eyes met as we read the message, and for a moment, our attention was focused solely on the contents of the text. After a brief moment of silence, Ran cleared his throat and broke the tension.

I burst out in laughter the moment I saw Rindou's 30th birthday invitation designed by Sanzu. Ran on the other hand was visibly distraught, his face a mask of disappointment and embarrassment. The look in his eyes said it all - Rindou had made a terrible choice in letting Sanzu design his birthday invitation.

"Can you believe that?" Ran exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Rindou is turning 30 and this is what his invitation card looks like?" He shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom what had possessed Rindou to give Sanzu such free rein.

"It's not even elegant," Ran continued, his voice rising in anger, "or fitting for someone turning 30." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before turning to me. "What do you think?" He asked, looking for my opinion on the matter.

Despite Ran's stern demeanor and habit of taking the lead in difficult situations, I couldn't help but burst out in laughter once more at his apparent displeasure. His frown only served to add to the humor of the situation, leaving me unable to restrain my grin. Clearly, Ran was not amused by my reaction, but that only made it harder to keep my composure. Despite his assertive nature, Ran's strong sense of justice and desire for control did little to dissuade my laughter, which only continued to snowball as the moment stretched on.

As the mayor and the supermodel laughed and teased each other on the balcony, a mysterious figure in the shadows took careful aim with his camera. His movements were discreet, and he was clearly a professional in his field. The light from the camera's flash reflected off of his dark glasses as he snapped shot after shot, carefully capturing every angle and every moment.

A second figure stood by his side, sipping on a margarita and watching the scenes unfold. He was the handler, giving instructions to the photographer with a sly smile and a knowing twinkle in his eye. It was clear that these two were operating in the shadows, capturing moments that most would not see.

"Perfect," the handler whispered, taking another sip from his margarita. "We need to capture this moment in all its glory. Make sure you get every angle."

The photographer nodded, adjusting his camera and continuing to snap photos from every angle. He was a seasoned professional, and he knew how to get the perfect shot, no matter the circumstances. The mayor and the supermodel were lost in their own world, unaware of the secret eyes watching them from the shadows.

I entered the grand hall filled to the brim with guests attending my aunt's grand birthday. The air was alive with excitement and anticipation, and the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the space. My eyes traveled over the crowd, admiring the elegance of the decorations and the beautiful outfits that everyone had chosen to wear for the occasion.

My aunt, looking stunning in a long flowing dress, stood at the center of the hall, surrounded by her friends and family. As she began to speak, I listened intently, taking in every word. Her words of gratitude for everyone attending her birthday touched me deeply, and I felt a lump form in my throat.

As I looked around the crowded room, my eyes finally settled on Ran's familiar face as he emerged from the sea of people. I watched as his eyes met mine, and he began making his way towards me. As he drew closer, he spoke up, his voice calm and polite.

"Mind if I take you home?"

A smile spread across my face, and I chuckled softly. "Of course not, I don't mind at all," I replied, my voice light and cheerful.

I took a step towards Ran, feeling the tension dissolve between us as he reached out and hooked his arm around mine, leading me out of the room. We made our way through the packed hallway, passing by the various groups of people gathered there, each lost in their own conversations and laughter.

As we stepped outside, the cool night air greeted us, and I shivered slightly. Ran noticed and pulled me closer, placing a hand on my back to provide additional warmth.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

"I'm fine," I said with a small laugh. "Just a little chilly, that's all."

Ran chuckled softly, his eyes meeting mine. "Let's get you home, then," he said, giving my arm a gentle squeeze.

Together, we made our way to his car, where he opened the door for me and helped me inside. As we drove off into the night, the music of the city faded away behind us, and we spent the rest of the drive in comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

As we drove through the city at night, the radio suddenly began to play a familiar song that caught both of our attention. It was the song "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet, and as the first few notes began to play, we both looked at each other and smiled.

Ran reached for the energy drink that was sitting in the cup holder in his car and took a sip, and as he did, the flashing lights of the city hit his face. His jaw tightened slightly, but he continued to drink from the bottle, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. As he drank, my eyes trailed from his lips to his Adam's apple, and my cheeks warmed with a blush that I was grateful for the darkness to conceal.

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next, and as the song continued to play, I felt a sense of anticipation building between us.

The silence felt heavier than ever, as if the air around us were laden with expectations. Suddenly, Ran tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and I noticed that his grip on the wheel had tightened.

The next song came on - "Mount Everest" by Labrinth - and I heard Ran clear his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. I rubbed my feet against each other nervously, trying to ease the tension in my body, and looked up into the rearview mirror, my eyes widening in surprise as I saw Ran doing the same.

It felt like a moment frozen in time, as if we were both processing the same thought at the same moment. For a second, our eyes met through the mirror, and I could swear I saw a flutter of recognition in his gaze. When the song changed, the moment was gone as quickly as it had come, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something different had passed between us.

I didn't know what the future held, but I felt the adrenaline of anticipation coursing through my veins, mingling with the warmth of Ran's presence. The drive felt endless, but the longer it continued, the more I felt drawn in by the man sitting next to me.

We drove in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we listened to the radio. As the next song came on - "Crazy in Love," - I felt my heart thump a little bit faster, the excitement rising in my chest. I looked over at Ran, who seemed to be concentrating on the road, his eyes fixed on the traffic ahead.

Suddenly, he shifted the car to the right, driving past the main road and towards an empty parking lot. I felt my breath hitch in my chest as Ran began to slow down, and I looked at him in surprise. He parked his car in the middle of an abandoned building and turned the engine off, letting out a deep sigh as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Just by looking at your face, it turns me on," he said, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes fixed on mine.

Glancing down at Ran's crotch, I could see that he has been having difficulty with it as his boner has been enlarging minute by minute. He gave me another look and his eyes begged me to do something without saying anything. I gently gripped my thighs and bit my bottom lip, looking away for a brief moment. His beseeching face was too much for me to ignore; it seemed like he was actually pleading with me to do it now.

Though it was supposed to be his job to unbuckle his belt, I fixed my position and rolled my eyes upward. Ran gets horny first and wants me to gratify him before it's my turn. He was clearly horny from the start because of the whimper he let out when I unintentionally touched the tip of his dick, which was showing down a little.

With a low tone, I watched Ran's dick throb slowly. "Suck it please." he said. I want to tease him more because I know it hurts. I pushed my tongue, sipping from the juicy tip and stopping abruptly. Ran sighed, grasped my hair, and demanded, "Stop teasing."

He begged me to stop playing, his voice filled with desperation, while a sly grin appeared on my face. I gazed up at him as I sensually licked his tongue, observing Ran's mouth gape in shock and his neck veins strain as he gripped my hair firmly. My tongue swirled around the tip of his tongue, and with an abrupt motion, I forcefully moved my head downwards, resulting in me sucking half of his cock. This caused Haitani Ran, the mayor of Roppongi, to emit a loud moan of pleasure.

I softly take his member into my mouth at a leisurely pace, and as I reach the tip, I make an audible noise and twirl my tongue around it, meeting his gaze with his captivating violet eyes. The car fills with sounds of pleasure and Ran reacts by clenching his fist and tightening his jaw, responding even more forcefully when I shift my head back and forth, prompting him to firmly tighten his hold on my hair and guide my actions as if I were a doll meant for pleasuring him.

He grabbed my hair and lifted it, positioning me to face him. Ran moved closer to my ear and softly uttered, "While you pleasure me with your mouth, pleasure yourself by touching." His demanding voice sparked tears in my eyes as he thrust his large member into my mouth, making me struggle to breathe. As a response, I obediently placed my middle finger on my clitoris and began to gently stimulate it. Overwhelmed by the size of Ran's cock, I closed my eyes, my feet succumbing to a mix of heat and cold sensations due to the heightened sensitivity of my clit.

After I choked one last time, Ran continued to move my head back and forth while his other hand moved from my clitoris to my ass cheeks, where he gave me a gentle slap that made me squirm. My lips are watering, and all I can feel is Ran gently massaging my other hole while attempting to stick one finger inside. He was also gently nudging my cunt, which is driving me crazy.

He stuck his dick in my mouth and I muttered, "R-ran." He scarcely pushed my head down, which made me struggle a little bit because I could feel my knees weakening from all of his fingers. My eyes widened as he inserted his fingers into my holes. When Ran began putting his fingers in and out of my holes, I rolled my eyes upward.

"I am cumming," spoke Ran with a husky tone, as he swiftly lifted his neck and I began to sense my throat being filled by his swelling member. I tightly grasped his thighs while arching my back, allowing Ran to finger me, as the sensation was surprisingly pleasurable. His hand moved swiftly, matching the pace of my head, however, fatigue was starting to set in. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, pushing his fingers deeper into my openings, causing me to cry out slightly from the delightful sensation. Once again, I felt Ran growing larger inside my throat.

"I'm fucking cumming, Y/n..." was the last thing Ran said before he started gasping and writhing to get into position. I think he may be overstimulated. I felt my clitoris clenched and I could feel myself coming in both holes. He moaned loudly, "Fuck!" because my mouth was already filled with cums.

As I looked up at him, his slicked hair turning into a messy one, he said, "Yes, we cum together." I responded with a nod, and we both quickened our steps until we eventually came together. Just as I was ready to scream, Ran put his lips against my mouth as though he was eating my cries, and our cunt and cock were streaming cums.

Once we were finished taking care of the mess in the car, Ran helped me clean up my clothes as well. The car ride back to my house was silent, neither one of us speaking after the events of the night. The only sounds that filled the car were the hum of the engine and the occasional honk of a passing car.

As we approached my house, I felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through my body. On one hand, I was still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened, but on the other hand, I was filled with a sense of contentment and fulfillment from spending time with Ran.

When we arrived at my house, I opened the door and stepped out of the car, turning to face Ran. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions that I couldn't quite read.

"Well, this was.. something," I said, my voice a little bit shaky.

Ran chuckled softly, and I could see the shadows of a smile on his face.

(aadd deleted line)

Before I could close the door, an important thought suddenly popped into my head, and I looked back at Ran with a sudden realization. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat a little faster as I mustered up the courage to ask him something I had never asked anyone before.

"Wait... Why don't you sleep here instead?" I said shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can go to Izana's resort tomorrow morning, and since it's almost midnight already, it would save us a lot of time and effort."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a blush spread across my face, wondering just what I was even saying. But surprisingly, Ran's expression didn't change, his eyes still locked on mine. There was a moment of tense silence before he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'd love to," he said, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized just how much that simple phrase meant to me.

"Really?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"Really," he replied simply, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I offered Ran a warm welcome into my home, and he politely followed me inside, taking in his surroundings with interest. He smiled at the sight of my tastefully furnished space and said, "You have a nice taste in furniture." I smiled back and led him to the living room, where we both took a seat on the couch.

As we sat there, I stared out the window at the trees swaying in the wind, lost in thought. Suddenly, I felt Ran's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. He leaned in close and kissed me gently on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "You really don't want to bear a child?"

Startled, I pulled away and turned to look at him. His eyes were fixed on mine, his expression serious. I felt my heart beating faster, unsure of what to say. I had never thought much about having children before, and the idea of being a mother was still a foreign concept to me.

After a moment, I mustered up the courage to respond. "I had never given it much thought," I admitted. "But now that you mention it, I guess it's not something I'm opposed to."

Ran nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer. "I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I think you would make a wonderful mother."

With my heart racing, I turned to face Ran, feeling a mix of emotions coursing through my veins. As he caressed my cheeks with his gentle touch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over me.

"Wonderful mother? What if I have no time for them? Am I still wonderful?" I asked, my voice sounding sad.

"Even in the busiest of days, a wonderful mother will always make time for her child," Ran replied softly, his eyes locked on mine. "They will make you feel their love and affection every single day, even if you're too busy to spend time with them. They will bring joy and light to your life, always making time for you when you need it the most."

I tried to change the subject by mentioning the breakfast we had planned at Izana's resort the next day with the other members of the bonten and Black Dragon gangs. As I moved away from Ran and put my feet on his thighs, I could feel the tension between us building up.

He knew exactly what I was asking for and immediately began to take off my heels. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the night's events lift off my shoulders.

"Thank you," I said, my voice shaky.

I opened my eyes and looked at Ran, feeling a sense of awe wash over me as I realised just how much this simple act of kindness meant to me. He understood me in a way that no one else did, and I was grateful for that.

"You're welcome," he replied, his voice soft and gentle.

I felt a jolt of sensations shoot through my body as Ran's fingers trailed up and down the length of my foot, sending shivers up my spine. I tried to keep my composure, but it was proving difficult with each passing touch.

As he moved on to my toe knuckles, I felt a pang of embarrassment wash over me. I had never had someone pay this much attention to my feet before, and it was a feeling that left me feeling both vulnerable.

"It's so pink and soft," Ran said under his breath, his eyes never leaving mine as he examined my feet. I felt his breath against my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms.

His purple eyes never left mine as he gently opened my legs. He then ran his knuckles through my skin, sending shivers down my spine and raising my cheek warmth as he gently stroked my thighs. I took a firm hold of his forearm and tilt my head to face Ran, looking menacing.

I removed Ran's hands from my thighs and stood up from the couch. "We need to get some sleep," I said, feeling a sense of urgency to my voice. "We'll have to leave early to make it to Izana's resort on time."

Ran's expression softened as he looked up at me. "You're right," he said, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Don't stay up late," I said, turning back briefly to give him a wink before disappearing into the hallway. I could hear him laughing softly, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

The morning begins with the sound of a coffee grinder, piercing through the silence of the early hours. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, beckoning my mind to awaken just as the light of the morning sun starts to peek through the window. I stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed, and make my way to the kitchen. There, Ran is already at work, brewing a pot of coffee. "Morning," he greets me, with a tired smile on his face.

Despite the grogginess of my mind, I can see that Ran has already put on his glasses for the day. His hair is slightly messy, but there's a determined gleam in his eye that tells me he's been up for a while now. The kitchen is warm and inviting, with the morning sun casting a warm glow on everything around me. The smell of coffee is almost enough to stir my appetite, but Ran's presence is enough to dispel the hunger that had been haunting me in the dark of night.

Ran pours a cup of coffee for each of us, asking if I'd like milk or sugar before topping off my own cup with a generous amount of half-and-half. We both sit in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee and enjoying the quiet of the morning. The windows are open, allowing a gentle breeze to blow through the room, and the hum of the coffee grinder is just barely audible in the distance.

"I should probably get ready," I said, standing up from the table. "We're going to Izana's resort early this morning. I'll meet you outside in 20 minutes."

Ran nodded, a look of concentration on his face as he stirred his coffee. "I'll come with you," he said, pushing his chair back.

I looked at him, surprised. "You don't have to do that," I said.

"I want to," he replied simply, standing up and handing me my cup of coffee. "Let's go."

We headed back to the room, both of us already feeling the fatigue of having stayed up so late the night before. It only took a few minutes to get ready, and we decided to forgo breakfast in order to make it to the resort on time.

As we headed back to the living room to grab our things and head out the door, I couldn't help but notice Ran's attire. He was wearing a stylish Valentino beach polo, with a pair of black shorts to match. I turned to him and smiled, feeling a tingle of excitement wash over me.

"You look great," I said, gesturing to his outfit.

Ran grinned and shook his head, clearly pleased by my compliment. "You don't look so bad yourself," he said, gesturing to my dress.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. I was a fashionista, after all, and it was always satisfying to put together an outfit that not only made me feel good but also caught the eye of others.

Ran and I were getting ready to leave the resort, and he suddenly turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Hey, can I borrow your Mercedes G-Wagon?" he asked, gesturing to his own car parked a few spots away.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with your car?" I asked, motioning to his sleek Italia 458 purple sports car.

He smirked. "The color just doesn't go with our outfits," he said with a chuckle.

I shook my head and laughed. "Oh, of course, the color-coordinating G-Wagon," I said, rolling my eyes. "Sure, go ahead." I handed him the keys to my car. "Just be careful with it, it's my baby."

Ran chuckled and gave me a wink. "I'll take better care of it than you will," he said, walking over to the car.

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of the Mercedes G-Wagon, frantically rummaging through my makeup bag as Ran drove us to the Izana Beach Resort in Yokohama. As I feverishly applied foundation and concealer, Ran turned up the radio volume.

"Can you please turn it down?" I said, rolling my eyes. "I can't concentrate with the music so loud."

Ran chuckled and obliged, lowering the volume a bit. I continued applying my makeup as he focused on the road. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I got the perfect shade of foundation and concealer.

"Do I look okay?" I asked, turning to Ran.

"You always look beautiful," he said, flashing a sweet smile.

As we arrived at the private beach resort, the soft sand and gentle waves provided a welcome escape from the hectic pace of the city. Ran pulled me in for a back hug as soon as we stepped off the car, his strong arms embracing me tightly. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, and his heart beating steadily in my ear.

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "That dress suits you perfectly."

I couldn't help but smile at the compliment, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. "Thank you," I said, savoring the moment.

His lips met mine, and he kissed me softly, a gentle touch that sent shivers down my spine. With a sense of joy, I closed my eyes and savored the moment, feeling his lips brush against mine.

Ran couldn't bear being away from me for a moment longer. He pulled me in for another hug and pressed his chest against mine, his warm breath brushing against my neck. "You look gorgeous," he whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

I felt his strong arms wrap around me, and his hands traced circles on my back. I couldn't help but lean into him, his embrace providing a welcome escape from the outside world. We stood there for what felt like hours, my head buried in his shoulder, his heart beating steadily in my ear.

As we made our way down to the water's edge, we both shed our shoes and felt the soft sand between our toes, our feet sinking with each step. We made our way to a secluded area, where the waves lapped at the shore and the smell of salt was almost overwhelming.

As the sun kissed our skin and the waves broke against the shore, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, secure in the knowledge that I was surrounded by the man who loves me and the beauty of the world around us.

With a sigh of contentment, I leaned against Ran's chest, feeling his clingy nature as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot on my ear, as if he couldn't bear to be apart from me even for a second.

Meanwhile in the venue, Kakucho and Mochi were hard at work preparing the long rectangular table for the upcoming celebration of Benkei's send-off before he departed for Brazil early the next morning to root for his son's soccer game. As they worked, they chatted and laughed, setting a lighthearted mood despite the stressful situation.

"Kakucho!" Kakucho let out a heavy sigh as he turned around to face the tanned skin behind him, whose furrowed brows and crossed arms signaled his deep concern. "You forgot the buttered chicken and lumpia!"

Mochi was too stunned to join in the conversation, not sure whether to interject and speak up or step back and let Izana have his say. Izana's mouth was like a machine gun, firing off words in rapid succession, so Kakucho had to do his best to keep up, nodding along as if everything was okay, even though Izana's second language could be challenging to understand at times.

Despite the high stakes, there was a sense of joy in the air, as they all worked together to make Benkei's send-off a memorable one. The food was being prepared with care, and the long rectangular table was being cleaned and polished to make it perfect for the celebration.

The warm sunlight filtering in through the windows and the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore created a peaceful and serene atmosphere, making their surroundings resemble a tropical paradise.

"I said cook bulalo not sinigang!" Izana shouted but when he got irritated he shifted his gaze to Kakucho.

"Just finish everything, Kakucho!" Izana commanded, slamming his fist on the table. He let out a heavy sigh then turned away, leaving Kakucho looking pale with curiosity, unsure of what was going on. "Shinichiro and the others are coming soon!"

With a soft chuckle, Kakucho turned to glare at Mochi, who was trying his best not to laugh at the situation. It was a tense moment, with Izana clearly upset about something. Hitto had screwed up big time, and Kakucho was bearing the brunt of the punishment.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Kakucho turned back to focus on the tasks at hand. He knew that the last thing he needed was to disappoint Izana, especially when the others were coming soon. With a deep breath and a newfound sense of determination, Kakucho got back to work, trying his best to finish everything on time.

In the midst of it all, Kakucho remembered his own personal promise to himself to be more responsible and reliable to his friends. This was his chance to prove himself and show Izana that he was worthy of his trust. With that in mind, Kakucho worked even harder, his focus never wavering.

As they approached the gated entrance, the security guard greeted Ran and Y/n, his eyes crinkling into smiles at the stylish outfits they were sporting. "Fancy meeting you both here, Ms. Kurokawa and Mayor Haitani," he said, his voice warm and friendly. He pointed in the direction of the blue crystal green beach, where they could find a table set up for them.

Ran put his hand at Y/n's waist, drawing her closer to him as they made their way through the gates and toward the beach. They could hear the sound of the waves lapping at the shore as they approached the table, a stunning sight to behold. The air was filled with the scent of sea salt and the sounds of birds singing in the distance, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Izana's voice suddenly boomed through the party, bringing their intimate moment to a halt. "Where's Kio?" he asked, his tone somewhat stern.

Y/n and Ran looked at each other, with Y/n rolling her eyes slightly before responding. "Seishu picked him up. We were supposed to bring Kio here." Y/n's words were met with a small chuckle from Ran, who took the opportunity to give his woman a kiss on her shoulder before Izana walked away again. Y/n's wasn't surprised by Izana's sudden mood swings, as everyone was used to handling them.

As they swayed together to the music, Ran placed his hand on Y/n's waist, rubbing her dress affectionately, before trailing soft kisses on her shoulders, causing her to shiver from his touch. He then rested his head on the crook of her neck, giving her deep, hot breaths. "Haven't I told you how gorgeous you are with this dress?" he whispered in her ear, causing a slight smile to form on her lips.

She replied playfully, "You've told me enough, Mayor Haitani." But despite her response, she couldn't help but feel the warmth of Ran's affection. It was a moment of pure bliss, where they felt like they were an old couple, retired from their work, with kids getting married, grandchildren graduating from daycare, and a successful business around the world.

However, the thought of their impending future made their heart race a little. Will they achieve this feeling of contentment and happiness, or will something stop them in their tracks? The uncertainty of it all was a little daunting, but they both knew that no matter what came their way, they had each other, and that was enough to make them feel like the luckiest people in the world.

Turning to face the mayor, Y/n leaned in to closely examine Ran's lavender eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. Running his hands around her butt while maintaining a neutral expression on their faces caused her to giggle, and he then smashed his lips into hers.

She groaned as he slid his tongue inside her, biting his lower lip. As they kiss, they are communicating their emotions, their bodies, and their pain to one another. Even though they are more complex than that.

"I want all of you. Your body, your heart, your soul."

thank you for reading! a heart and reblog will gladly be appreciated.

don't repost my work to any platform. thank you!

© sweveniv-niikosia.

[dropitlikeapeong]

Waiting for You: Chapter 3- It's okay... I'm okay

Genre: more angst (i apologize in advance)

CW: use of they/them pronouns for Y/n cause I got confused but yall can replace those if necessary, Y/n's slow asf at one point and having a lot of self-blaming thoughts at another, crying(a little), arguing(a little), Swearing? mentions of death(no one dies), Manager Park is dramatic as hell, so is the CEO, allergic reaction, Seeun's still a jerk (I'm sorry), Minjae's a saint. Idk how to write statements/announcements

A/n: This probably would've been up last week already if not for that bitch procastination.

JUST TO BE CLEAR: I do not know the severity of the mentioned human's allergies, so the reaction might be slightly exaggerated, its all fictional at the end of the day.

As always, likes, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated. Hope ya'll enjoy.

You get to the practice room where Manager Park and the rest of the Xikers members were waiting for you, looking quite unhappy. Did something happen?

"You wanted to see me sir?" you asked trying to ignore the uncomfortable stares you were receiving from the eight boys.

...Eight? Why are they eight? One is obviously still on hiatus, so who is missing?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Manager Park shoving a paper into your hand. The list for the boys' food. Did they need you to get more?

"You're the one who was responsible for fetching their meals, correct?"

"Yes sir."

"And you ordered everything on this list correctly, right?"

You read through the list once more. Everything's there, you even wrote down the brownies you had promised them as a bonus treat. Yeah you didn't make them yourself like you promised you would but it's the thought that counts right? You can always make them next time, today just happened to be a bad morning.

"Yes sir, I checked the all take-out bags three times before leaving-"

"-the sandwiches aren't the problem, Y/n" Minjae speaks up next to you holding the box of brownies.

"You said you'd make these yourself and you bought them."

"I know, I am really sorry. I..." you sighed trying to figure out how you'd explain yourself without giving out too much info.

"I had a terrible night yesterday and I missed my alarm this morning, I just didn't have the time, but still I didn't wanna disappoint you guys. So I figured I'd buy them this time, then make them myself on a different day."

Minjae nodded at your words and looked to Manager Park, who was staring at you with a bored expression.

"Lovely excuse. Tell me Y/n, what's one of the main ingredients in a brownie?" he asked, you stared at him in confusion. Why is this important?

He sighed shaking his head.

"Flour, Y/n. Brownies have flour in them."

You nodded slowly, still confused, Minjae huffed in irritation.

"Did you forget? That you promised Hunter flourless brownies?"

Your eyes widen as realization sets in. Hunter has a flour allergy.

"Oh my god... Oh my god- Is he okay?"

"Look at you acting like you care." Seeun muttered, rolling his eyes.

You glanced at him and turned your attention back to Minjae and Manager Park. You had no idea what his issue is, but you tried not to give him a reaction. You had more important things to worry about right now.

"He had already eaten about three or four of them. A few minutes later he started coughing, and complaining about how he can't breathe." Yujun explained.

"He's on his way to the hospital as we speak."

You rubbed your temples in frustration. How could you forget?

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! It slipped my mind completely-"

"-Slipped your mind? Are you crazy?" Manager Park cut you off, glaring at you.

"Do you have any idea what could've happened if Yujun didn't warn everyone in time?! If the ambulance didn't arrive as soon as it did?! And all you can say is it slipped your mind?!"

You lowered your head in shame.

"I really am sorry." you uttered. Manager Park scoffed in disbelief.

"He could have died. And all you can say is you're sorry?"

Hana came and stood next to you, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.

"Mr Park, I think that's enough now-"

"-You understand we can fire you for this right?"

You froze up at those words.

"You do understand that we can ensure no company in this country ever picks up your resume?"

Your lashings from Manager Park are interrupted by a loud ring in the practice room. His phone.

"You'd better pray that's the hospital staff giving us good news." He says, leaving to go answer the call. Once the door slams close you let out a shaky exhale. Hana pulls you in for a hug but you gently push her away.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay."

"No it's not Hana, we both know it's not."

This could cost you your job, and all future jobs you might want. How could you mess up this badly?

Losing Seeun was pain that you'd never imagined you'd experience, especially since he not only refusing to explain why, but is also acting like a dick for no reason. But to lose your internship? After being rejected by several other companies? After waiting for so long to receive a call-back? After nearly giving up and just going back to your home country? You couldn't afford to lose this job, but what could you even say?

You could've simply told the boys they'd have to wait a bit longer for the brownies, or you could've toughened up, wiped your tears and just made them last night as promised, you could've told Seeun it'd have to wait when he told you 'We need to talk'. You could've just not offered them anything to begin with!

This was all your fault.

You drew in a steadying breath to try and calm yourself down. Hana approached you again to hold your hand.

", it's gonna be fine-"

"There you go again with the theatrics." Seeun scoffed. You had forgotten the rest of the boys were still in the room with you. Hana narrowed her eyes at him.

"Can you stop now? Seriously, you've been on their ass since this morning and they weren't even here."

You didn't hear that part from Jiwoo. She just said he was mad, but didn't say it was because of you.

Minjae comes up to you and pats your shoulder in comfort.

"It was a simple mistake Y/n, if it makes you feel better we forget he has allergies too sometimes."

"It doesn't change the fact that I screwed up."

"Yeah, you really did."

"Seeun, stop it. Also to be fair, we all saw that these were store-bought brownies-"

"-You cannot be serious!" Seeun cuts him off. "Are you trying to say this is all Hunter's fault?"

"Of course not! But I'm just saying he could've used a little of his common sense. All brownies have flour in them, Y/n just happens to know a recipe that doesn't need flour, and said they'd make them, but they couldn't because..." he stops himself, and glances between you and Seeun.

'Does he know?''

"Because of... personal reasons. She could've told you guys there are no brownies, but she chose not to disappoint anyone-"

"-That's enough Minjae. You don't need to defend their stupidity." Manager Park shuts down the arguments quickly.

"Fortunately he's okay. But they recommended that he stay there for a few days, just to be sure."

"A few days? We have a show in Japan this weekend!" Hyunwoo complained.

"Unfortunately he will not be joining you." He looked at you and Hana.

"Hana after your lunch break get the van ready, you're driving them to their offline fan-meeting, As for you," he looks you up and down.

"You will be going to the CEO's office before the day ends, to explain why Hunter won't be in Japan with the rest of the group. Is that clear?"

You gaped at his demand, and he gave you a stern look.

He definitely wanted you out of here. But unless you want to get into even more trouble, you have no choice.

"...Yes sir."

●・○・●・○・●・●・○・●・○・●・●・○・●・○・

"Manager Park can be a real asshole sometimes honestly" Jiwoo mutters after Hana had finished relaying the events from 20 minutes ago back to her, while you quietly ate your lunch, trying to prepare yourself to speak to the CEO.

"Also what the fuck is he even talking about, they can't block you from future jobs." She looked at Hana "They can't, right?"

She shrugged and Jiwoo carried on ranting angrily while you both ignored her.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. Just explain to him that it was accident and that you meant no harm, okay?" She said patting your back.

"...What was Seeun saying about me this morning?" she blinked at you

"What?"

"Earlier, you said He'd been on my ass even while I wasn't there. What did he say?"

"Well... He said-"

"-You're fucking kidding me." You both looked at Jiwoo who was staring at her phone screen in shock.

"Is everything okay?" Hana asks her, she looks at you worriedly then shoves her phone into her bag.

"Yea, yea Its-I'm-I'm fine. Its fine. Lets just eat our food." She says but only stares at her half-eaten sandwich.

"Jiwoo what's going on?"

"It's nothing Y/n, just eat your food."

"Jiwoo why are you acting weird-" Hana's sentence is cut off but the loud announcement on cafe's TV;

Meanwhile for news of the entertainment industry, YG Entertainment has released a statement confirming that 19-year-old model, Shin Areum is in a relationship with Seeun of the boy group Xikers, under KQ Entertainment. The statement had recently been published after photos of the two being spotted together were released last night. YGE's statement confirms that they have been dating for a year now since March 22nd of last year. KQ Entertainment also released a statement, to confirm the news and ask fans to respect their artist as well as his partner's privacy. Congratulations to the young couple.

While the cafe is filled with murmurs of excitement or disappointment, your table is dead silent.

"Was that what you saw on your phone?" Hana hissed. Jiwoo looks at you guiltily.

"I'm sorry, Y/n... You've already been having a bad day, i didn't wanna make it worse-"

"...It's fine." You responded quietly. Her and Hana look at each other awkwardly before glancing back at you.

"...We have to go back to work soon, will you be okay?"

"Yeah like I can ask someone to cover for me-"

"-No, you should go. I'll be fine." you give them a weak smile.

They give each other a worried glance and then look back at you.

"I'll be okay, I promise." Hana sighs, but picks up her bag to leave.

"We'll see you later okay?" Hana says making her way to the door.

Jiwoo gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze and follows Hana out.

'They have been dating for a year now since March 22nd of last year.'

March 22nd. The day Seeun asked you to be his girlfriend.

●・○・●・○・●・●・○・●・○・●・●・○・●・○・

"So Hunter won't be going Japan this weekend because, you poisoned him?"

You frowned at that. Poisoned is such a strong word. Your boss hadn't even looked up at you as he spoke. he simply carried on with his paperwork.

"I didn't poison him."

Yea you were definitely in the wrong but to say you poisoned him? That makes it sound like you did it on purpose! which isn't the case here.

"You bought him food that contains something he's allergic to, yes?"

"Yes but-"

"You had forgotten about those allergies when you bought this food right?"

"Yes sir-"

"You didn't warn him that this food might not be safe for him to eat?"

"No sir, I was-"

"You forgot he had allergies and didn't warn him about the brownies. Then he ate them and now he's in the hospital due to your negligence. So, you poisoned him." he said with a small smile.

You sighed at his explanation, but didn't argue futher.

"Yes sir."

He put his paperwork aside and finally looked at you, giving you a kind smile.

"You were also late this morning too and yesterday you had left with the office key so there was no way for your colleagues to enter. The lock had to broken because there's no spare key."

"I'm sorry sir."

"I know you are. You're usually on your A-game, you seem to be a little off today. Is something wrong?"

Although this doesn't really clarify whether you still have your job or not, you can't help the slight feeling of relief that washes over you. While your lovely manager, assumes you're just makng excuses, at least your CEO is willing to hear you out.

"I'm just, kind of going through something right now."

He nods, clasping his hands in front of him.

"I take it you have seen the statement already."

Oh.

Just when you thought you had forgotten the news of Seeun and Areum.

"...Yes, I have."

"I am very sorry Y/n. I know this arrangement must be very uncomfortable but for now, it's our best option."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. What arrangement?

"On the plus side, it is only temporary. At least until-"

"I'm sorry sir but, can I ask what arrangement you're talking about?" you interrupted. He went silent for a moment.

"...Seeun didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

It was now his turn to look confused.

"Seeun said he would speak to you yesterday evening. what exactly did he say?"

"He broke up with me last night."

His mouth formed an 'O' as if he had just realized something.

"So that is how chose to handle this."

Does he know something about you and Seeun breaking up?

"Sir, what's going on?"

He straightened himself in his seat with a neutral look on his face.

"Y/n, I hope you are aware that the counselling facilities we have here are for all of our staff, not just the idols."

"Wait but what's going on with-"

"Y/n. If Seeun feels it's best you don't know, then i will respect his wishes. Please, never ask about this again."

He cleared his throat and handed you a card.

Kim Minji Counselling & Therapy Seoul St. Mary's Hospital +82 46 5675 1877

"You will need to see Miss Kim for the rest of the month."

Is he serious?

"Sir with all due respect, I don't need a therapist for a breakup-"

"If it's affecting you to the point where you nearly poison one of our idols, I think you do." He cut you off picking up his pen to start on his work again.

"I've asked Manager Park to set up an appointment for you. You will see her every Wednesday at 10am, and your progress will be reported back to your supervisors."

"Wednesdays at 10am? When will do my work?"

He looked at you at you smiling.

"You won't. You'll have all the time in the world, because you're suspended."

You felt your heart sink.

"...What?"

"Until Dr Kim confirms it's okay for you to come back. You will still be paid don't worry, I can't stop you from getting your groceries for the month. Think of it as a little vacation. To help you relax your mind a bit."

As much he was trying to make you feel better about this, you still felt tears well up in your eyes, with an uncomfortable heavy feeling in your chest. He sighed, looking at you with remorse.

"It's either this, or we fire you and press charges. I know it was an accident, but it is an accident that could've been prevented if you were more careful."

You quickly wiped at the tear that ran down your cheek. 'Don't cry.' you thought to yourself 'You're not a victim here. This is your fault.'

"You're done for the day. Go home and get as much rest as you can, okay?"

"Yes sir."

At least you still have your job right?

<previous chapter :: next chapter>

[kyumisyumi]

Interaction between Josie and [mech] #1

Monster type: M!Robotx F!Character(Josie)

Word count: 686

~Taking requests~

"I see..."

"Yup..."

          To say the atmosphere was awkward was a severe understatement. Josie had practiced this conversation over and over... and over and over in her head. This had happened far sooner than she'd wanted, but the amount of hours she'd spent repeating and rewording her explanation should've at least made it easier, right? Yet, as the silence stretched on she found herself incapable of finding the words she'd prepared. She desperately wracked her brain for anything to say aside from 'yup' but the poor, sparsely used organ had abandoned her. Gone were the opening, body and closing statements of her case, gone were the rebuttals and 'yes but...' of her argument and gone were the pacifying lines and phrases. Her brain had erased it all until only one word could leave her trembling lips.

          "Sorry." When her brain had allowed her access to more vocabulary she spoke again. "I am so, very sorry."

          She wasn't sure what reaction she expected from him. During her many simulations of this conversation she'd tested multiple possibilities; anger, forgiveness, joy.... disappointment- but never was she able to choose a 'most likely' outcome. She simply wasn't that good at reading him yet and curious as she may be she just didn't have the will to look up and see his face. Weak. This is so very like her; weak in body, weak in mind and weak in will. She had been the catalyst for all his misfortunes. He had done everything right and she had done only wrong and now he faced the punishments that were meant only for her. He would suffer the consequences for her reckless actions. Many seconds had passed and the weight of his silence was beginning to churn her anxiety into annoyance. She wanted him to say... Anything! So much time had pass that she'd began to count the forest flora around them. Weeds and grass staring up at them, playing witnesses to the exchange. The temperature had gotten colder and the wind stronger but it did very little to calm her nerves. Something. Anything. Please. Even the shadow that his massive form cast over her remained unmoving.

          Just as she was about to overcome her nerves and break the silence she heard the familiar click of metal. The sound had jolted her so much that she couldn't stop herself from facing it and in turn; him. His illuminated silver optics were dim but made to look brighter against the darkness of night. The 'click' she had heard was the mechanisms of his neck as his head tilted slightly to the side. His body remained as it was, a stance she had grown very use to during their short time together, his 5 meters of height crouched to meet her 5 feet as best he could. The lower portion of one leg laid flat against the ground while the foot of the other supported the weight of his torso. His facial expression was hard -as always- to read, it seemed like a combination of defeat and conflict but as his eyes focused on her own it began to soften. It broke her. Josie wanted to repeat her sorries, to apologize over and over until her voice could work no more but before she could mutter a word he reached his hand out to her. He moved as if to cup her head but remembering his size he traced a finger along the side of her face instead. She leaned into the touch of his pleasant, cool metal. It brought her unimaginable comfort, comfort she didn't deserve but openly welcomed. She wasn't sure which emotion was inciting her tears but she fought against them, letting them well up along the basin of her lower lids. It just wasn't in her to cry openly, even under these circumstances. When she looked into his optics she saw understanding and forgiveness. There was the whirring of his vent as they released a rush of air, his version of a sigh before he finally spoke.

"I am going to kill you."

She should really get better at reading him.

[nobodysdaydreams]

If Pryce and Cutter hate the youths so much, then why don't they move across the universe to get the marriage counseling they clearly need and stop making their BS everyone else's problem?

(Or my reaction to Episodes 59-60 of Wolf359).

I said I would have self control. I said I wouldn’t listen to or react to anymore Wolf359 this whole weekend. But guess what dear readers? As usual, I lied, to you and myself. Sadly, I am weak. Now, with my confession out of the way, let’s get into it!

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts.

@sophieswundergarten @oflightningandstars @acollectionofcuriousreblogs @herawell @commsroom @lovelyladylavie

Episode 59: Crash and Burn

"Oh how fun. Come on kids, scream if you want to go faster." It's trippy that when I hear Pryce talk for a moment I'm like "Hera?" and then I realize. Also she and Cutter really do act like criticizing and mean disappointed parents.

"But just a small fire, and look it's out now!" good point Doug.

"This time you finally killed us" Congrats Doug!

"It's a fire on a spaceship, you shouldn't need explicit instruction to know it's a bad idea" "You don't know the first thing about commanding Douglas F. Eiffel" LET HIM KNOW DOUG!

"Cyborg De Vil" Eiffel really does have the best nicknames.

"I'm just a poor little old lady" Oh, I've met old ladies like you Pryce. Terribly entertaining, but awful all the same. Hated their own children too. At this point, I'm just waiting for your sad little backstory.

"Nobody says "thank you" anymore. Kids these days..." Pryce, maybe when you do something worthy of thanks, then you will be thanked.

"If it seems like I'm wrong, you don't have all the data" Well geez, I hope that pride doesn't kill you.

"Why are you asking us to read the values for you?" OH GET HER MINKOWSKI.

Okay, Pryce, in fairness to Doug, I think we've well established that most characters in this show are "metaphorically blind" in one way or another.

"Blinded by my own survival manual" it's fitting to be honest. The next edition? No, we don't need another edition Miranda.

"Well this should be easy!" Doug...Doug when is it ever easy?

Well gang, it looks like the gang's not getting out of this one this time. I will miss you all. Minkowski and Doug most of all. Kepler and Pryce less so.

Calling Pryce's husband is unfortunately the only plan. Let's see how he feels about wifey being in danger. This is either gonna go one of...potentially a few ways, and I'm very interested to see his reaction.

Will he leave her to die in space? Will he feel bad about that? Will he give up an advantage for her?

Wait. Is this Hera? Oh it's Marcus and Hera. I love the juxtaposition between Doug and Pryce and Marcus and Hera. I guess they both have a common interest. Nothing brings people together quite like it.

Oh gross Rachel's here too.

Skin alive whoever designed the flight's pod system? But this is so arbitrary...if all their enemies had been the ones to get blasted off, Cutter would give the man a promotion. For a guy who only promotes "the best" a lot of this is really just luck.

Wait. GUESTS???

Oh they got Lovelace and Jacobi. Oh dear. At least they can't kill or control Lovelace.

"I can't do much without her" I see. So she is the brain's behind Cutter's little happy murder business operation.

"Part of my signature look" Jacobi's sarcasm is growing on me the more he uses it against the right people.

"Pretty please with sugar on top" OH SO CUTTER DID HEAR JACOBI SAY THAT AND THREATEN TO SHOOT KEPLER. I think those were the exactly words he used too.

And speaking of that episode, we're back to singing about beer! 🍻Jacobi really is (formerly)evil Doug. 😂 They even sing the same song.

Is Pryce threatening to...EAT Doug? Well this is creepy.

Pryce, shut it. If you're so much of a grownup, stop acting like a pouty child.

Geez all Pryce knows how to do is complain. I guess Cutter is into that. For some weird reason. "Do I have to do everything around here." All you do is make trouble.

"You can't afford to take a chance on this" CALL HIM OUT JACOBI! I love his arc, I love his arc so much, it took way too long, but I'm so happy he's gotten here.

Oh dear. Is Jacobi in the right headspace for this? "Prettiest pumpkin princess at the ball?" Well good for Jacobi. Also very similar to the line Pryce gave to Hera. It's scary how much they sound and speak alike.

That is true. It might need to be a self-sacrifice mission. If Jacobi misses, Cutter kills him, and Eiffel and Minkowski don't survive. It's a tough situation, especially because we're not even sure how many lives are at stake here. But Jacobi, the whole point of self-sacrifice is that the people making the sacrifice agree to it, or there's literally no other way.

Yeah, Doug, Pryce is not gonna be reassuring. That's not in her generation's vocabulary.

Uh oh. Jacobi, I hope you know what you're doing.

Oh dear. Marcus seems testy.

And how much longer do we have with Rachel and Reimann? (Yes, I was corrected on the spelling).

"Just get it right this time Marcus" wow she is demanding.

Ah...there it is.

...or not...

...Jacobi?

...DUCK BOY?

Well they got them. But what happens now?

Oh great Marcus' slow clapping. And let me guess, he kills him anyway?

Business to catch up on? Pryce doesn't sound too happy.

And yeah Minkowski, hold her at gunpoint! (Though in my experience, people like her don't fear death, rather they complain it's not coming fast enough), but whatever gives you the upper hand.

Episode 60: Terms and Conditions

What's with the beeping?

"You are alright?" Strange that Rachel asks that. I guess she'd be the one to notice he's quiet.

Ah. The sunset. Very fitting.

Westerns. Cutter probably saw some of them down at the old timey picture show when he was a wee lad.

Yes, yes, "the bigger picture". But what if there is a bigger picture to even your story, Cutter? One that you're not in control over?

Cutter knows what's about to happen. He knows it's time to choose. Work wifey or scary evil plan? What's it gonna be old man?

"Who is it?" 😂 I love Doug. I love him so much.

"We could have a cup of tea" oh gosh Cutter really is every old person stereotype.

"Reflect on the working conditions. Are you fostering a supportive company culture? One that values the contributions of its employees?" Doug is the best. Doug is the best.

"If you ever want to see your worst half ever again" 👏 Tell him. TELL HIM.

So now Cutter has to a choice. He can go Legend of Korra and kick Pryce to the curb, or he can drop his tragic backstory and try to come to an understanding.

"Can you guarantee the safe recover of Dr. Pryce?" "96%" Hm. Cutter doesn't seem happy with those numbers.

Special Projects? "Similar to you while still not you. You will see what you miss and say what you don't want to" interesting. So that's why Cutter keeps Rachel around.

"How possible would it be to complete the mission without Dr. Pryce?"

DANNGGGGGGG... Rachel asking the real questions.

"I don't know what your partnership with Dr. Pryce means" Interesting...so Cutter kept that even closer to his chest.

"Before I decide, I want the information" Cutter is unraveling.

See this is why you shouldn't talk when Cutter can hear them.

"Handle this personally?" Did he just crack his knuckles? Is he going to try to fight them? 😂

Neat idea? Is Cutter gonna make his own radio show?

Kepler and Lovelace are speaking for them? This is weird. And unnecessary unless some other mischief is a foot.

CUTTER IS MAKING HER DO THE "MM-HM" 😂😂😂

Kepler reading out Eiffel's words too 😂

Cutter's promises are stupid. And taking the collar off Hera doesn't mean that Pryce can't do something else terrible.

"Those are big promises" That's basic human decency.

"That's one thing. I'm giving you three. What else?"

Kepler and Pryce are two people. I love how it clearly shows Cutter views Kepler, who he's having Lovelace talk to, a disposable.

"You wouldn't lift a finger to help anyone if you didn't need them for something." CALL HIM OUT. CALL HIM OUT. 👏👏👏

"With all due respect to you Warren, that Dr. Pryce's return is worth two of your demands" wow, Cutter just went there didn't he?

"We won't annoy you" "I'm not sure you can promise that" "First off this is...this is your boy, Douggie Fresh at the mic" 😂 I knew it was Doug when he said the "won't annoy you" thing, but having him use Kepler like this is amazing. "Gumming up the works" I love Eiffel. I love his whole speech.

Is Cutter making her slow clap? Cutter and Eiffel really are a theatrical duo.

Reject your terms? Taking advantage of you guys? You should be asking for way more. That's very true. They should ask for way more. They really should. But um...what is Cutter doing???

Ugh. It's like Cutter is still trying to teach them a lesson. Like an evil twisted mentorship figure.

I have a bad feeling about it too.

"You two crazy kids still there?" Shut up Cutter (no offense Isabel).

Cutter is gonna destroy the sol when it leaves. He has a plan to do so.

"No catch" THERE IS ALWAYS A CATCH.

"Talk to us baby" Aw, I'm so happy Hera loves it. 💕🥰

"Tell us who you are and what you're doing up here?"

YES! THE TRUTH AT LAST.

Ah, Doug has figured it out. Cutter is just ecstatic.

"Super old, look like you're 28, no need to sleep or eat, know everything, obsessed with aliens..." Oh Doug thinks they are aliens.

Not a bad theory Doug, but I feel like you're not correct.

I feel like they're about to say something like "no silly Doug. We're not aliens. Don't be an idiot. That would be over the top and ridiculous. We're obviously cyborgs from the past and future who have travels here to enslave all of humanity and rewrite the course of human history. Which is SO much more reasonable."

Also given that Lovelace WAS an alien, it's not that crazy of a guess. They're being a little unfairly mean to him right now.

Modified???? Wait, no, no deal, what does modified mean? Explain that first please, explain it now.

Send Kepler first. Cutter doesn't care about him.

"You want to stay with us" "No Boy" oh dear. Looks like they're in the middle of a little marriage spat. "You'll never be rid of me 214" I knew it, Pryce has a thing for keeping Hera under control.

Yeah, what did Jacobi do? Hopefully that alien blood works quick.

OH WHAT IS THE TEA THE BOOMERS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG!!!!

"Better to be lucky than good" something tells me you won't be for long, Miranda.

Rachel is going with them? Um. It doesn't sound like either of them like that. "Fill you in on the details" that's obviously code for something. I don't like how fast Rachel agreed to that.

Oh dear. Trouble in paradise it would seem. Worried about wifey, Marcus? "Be quiet. I was worried." "For me?" "I was." "You're not immortal" "yet" "of course, I was worried for you."

"Your only task is to back my play" wow. They really ARE a toxic married couple from the early 1900s. I guess Cutter couldn't stand the thought of losing his precious cold detached mean evil science early 1900's house/work wife.

"Friends?" "Partners." Hm.

This relationship fascinates me. Miranda shows him hardly any respect or gratitude. Yet Cutter seems to care about her in a...weirdly toxic way. Though I do wonder if Miranda feels the same.

Very true something has to be wrong here. Cutter wouldn't let them leave unless...

Wait. Unless it was irrelevant to his plans. Unless them getting back to Earth didn't matter.

"That's not why you're not gonna leave" ...um Rachel. What are you talking about? Please fill us in on the plan.

Oh Kepler's here too.

THE END OF THE WORLD?????

Wait...oh my gosh...

So...there will be no Earth to return to? And all the people on it?

ARE PRYCE AND CUTTER TRYING TO MAKE A DEAL WITH THE ALIENS???

Well I did say in a private discord chat that it was odd that they mentioned Minkowski’s husband and Doug’s daughter only to never bring up threatening their lives again. I guess they really saved that one in their back pockets for the grand finale.

Kepler, how much longer are you going to go along with this? If they destroy the Earth, everything on it goes too, including your beloved Whiskey.

Rachel, idk how much longer you think Cutter is gonna keep you around, but he clearly only cares about his evil science arm candy, and that's not you or Reimann. He'll toss you both under the bus when he's done.

Cutter, wifey seems a bit unstable, and Pryce, your man seems to not be valuing you as an equal, and as much as I dislike you, I'm still not cool with that on principle. Perhaps the two of you ought to see to some marriage counseling, somewhere...oh I don't know...far far far far far away on the other side of the universe? Where you two can finally stop having to deal with those pesky youths you claim to hate so much?

Well at least the thing about Cutter naming the AI and putting on a charming appearance and Pryce hating it and acting so cold towards them makes so much sense now. Cutter wants to play house. House where he casts himself in the role of a toxic, stereotypical, controlling, abusive, and terrible father, with a flimsy "I care so deeply" facade and horrible taste in women, but house all the same. I guess it makes sense given when he was born. Pryce views the AI and their employees as things, Cutter views them as their children or rather their "creations" but at the end of the day, their views amount to the same thing: tools from which they demand unquestioning obedience that they can cast aside if and when they chose to do so. Absolutely disgusting.

Wait. 2 hours?

THE LAST EPISODE IS TWO FULL HOURS.

And Volte Face is one hour. But then...when will I have the time to...

oh boy. Stay tuned everyone. Hopefully I'll get my answers soon. Thanks for reading!

[baileyjane3769]

Original Copy is on Quotev, for a better viewing experience and chapter by chapter reading head on over to my Quotev page @BobbyWolf3769 or click the link here

***

When a game is over and all hidden things have been found, what is there left to do? Move on. That's what you would have liked to have done after finishing the disappointing secret ending of a popular otome game. But when the story is over, and all things were said and done, you find yourself trapped in that very game. Faced with the task to keep everyone alive, can you make it to the end without falling in love?

Long read ahead

Chapter Eleven

Miss-Understanding

“What do you want?”

You couldn’t help but feel flushed and warm faced at the sound of his deep, resonant voice. You heard it before during that altercation with Makino, but you have yet to be able to fully appreciate it until now. It was times like this that you wished the game had in-game voice overs, it would have made your fawning more appropriate from behind a screen than in person.

Realizing that you were staring, you shook your head slightly to once again focus on why you stopped him in the first place. “I’m sorry to bother you, it’s just I, well, I noticed that you looked hurt and–”

“I’m fine, so you can go now,” he replied curtly.

While this reaction wasn’t something you didn’t expect, it still threw you off slightly, but you weren’t backing down, not when you needed to express how grateful you were for his help. “Okay, I believe you, but at least let me offer you this,” you say, reaching into your mini bookbag and pulled out the first aid kit that sat on top. Earlier you had to change out your bandage which made it convenient now because you didn’t need to go rummaging for it. “It’s not much, and you don’t have to use it, but please humor me.” You reached out your arm and held out the kit. “I didn’t get the chance to do this sooner, but I wanted to say thank you because you,” your voice wavered, “you saved my life back then, a-and I was so scared that I was going to die.”

‘Great, I’m starting to get choked up.’

Dropping into a deep bow, still holding out the first aid kit, you quite loudly said, “So thank you very much!” Your face felt hot again as you felt embarrassed about how unintentionally loud you sounded. The brief silence that followed your declaration only fueled that feeling.

While his face didn’t betray it, Ryōta was actually flustered and quite frankly confused with your reaction. He didn’t realize how much his act of heroism had impacted you. “Geez, there’s no need to get so worked up about it. I was just doing what anyone should do,” He said, looking away from your form and awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck. “I’ll take the kit if it makes you feel better, but I’m fine.” Gingerly, he took the kit from your outstretched hand at the same time you went to stand up. “Wait, a-are you crying?” Alarmed, Ryōta took a small step back in shock after seeing the tears cascading down your face.

Shocked by your own tears, you reached up and quickly tried to wipe the tears away but they just kept falling. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, sorry.” You couldn’t think of what else to say besides apologizing. ‘Looking at Ryōta is bringing back all those memories of that day; Makino’s hands around my neck; the inability to breathe. Dang it, now I’m crying harder.’ No matter how much you wiped you couldn’t get the tears to stop, and out of embarrassment you could only mutter quiet ‘sorries.’

While it wasn’t uncommon for girls to get teary eyed in his presence, with you it was different and he couldn’t help but feel flustered as he tried to find ways to console you. “H-hey, don’t cry. Look,” he awkwardly put a hand on your shoulder, “you don’t need to apologize, really it’s not that big of a deal, so just stop crying already.”

‘Poor Ryōta, he was never good at dealing with girls, let alone crying ones, and here I am crying my eyes out. I don’t even know why I’m crying so much,’ you thought to yourself, furiously trying to wipe away the tears.

The two of you continued to stand there, Ryōta doing his best to comfort you and you trying to stop the tears, unaware of how you might have looked to people outside the conversation. Which is why you both were completely taken off guard when an angry shout reverberated through the alley.

“Hey, leave her alone!”

Before you could even turn around and stop your friend, Yuki had already run up and forcefully shoved Ryōta back. He visibly winced as she had actually hit a tender spot that he received from his fight only moments ago. Now that he was further away from you, Yuki took a protective stance in front of you, while Akui just stood idly by you.

“Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size, you creep!” Yuki yelled with balled fists.

“What the heck is wrong with you!” Ryōta yelled back after recovering.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! Picking on someone who is clearly in no shape to fight back, do you get some sort of kick out of it? People like you make me sick!” Yuki was really letting him have it, talking so fast and loud that you couldn’t find an opening to stop her and fix the misunderstanding.

Ryōta, with furrowed brows, gave Yuki a confused glare. “Picking on? What are you talking about?”

At his statement, Yuki bitterly laughed. “Ha, don’t try to play dumb. You stole that from her, didn’t you,” she said pointing to the first aid kit that he had clutched in his hand. “Are you so heartless that you had to threaten a poor girl with a broken hand into giving you her first aid kit, so you could fix up your own pathetic fight wounds? Despicable!”

“I didn’t ste--”

“Don’t lie to me!”

Realizing that they weren’t going to let up soon, you went to stand in front of Yuki so that you could sincerely tell her that she was mistaken. Only thing was as soon as you did that, Yuki roughly brought her hand down to go rest back at her side but instead it roughly collided with your own broken one as you went to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. You bristled at the pain, cradling your hand to your chest and doubling over, a pained hiss leaving your lips.

“Oh my goodness, L/n-chan!” Yuki brought both hands to cover her mouth out of shock, staring wide eyed at your doubled over form. “I am so sorry! I-I didn’t see you there, and I--”

“No, no,” you said through gritted teeth. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have got in the way.”

“No, I should have been paying attention. Are you okay?”

Still doubled over, you raised a shaky thumbs up saying, “Yeah, I’m good.” You gave yourself a few seconds to take in a few breaths and for the pain to subside before you straighten yourself up again. “Phew, okay, as I was trying to say, Kobayashi-chan you have it all wrong. Matsumura-kun was the one who saved me from Makino, and I gave him my first aid kit as a way to show my appreciation.”

There was a brief pause as Yuki let the new information sink in. “Oooh, oh.” Turning to Ryōta, she dropped to a deep and apologetic bow. “Matsumura-san, please accept my apologies. I jumped to conclusions and hurt you, that was most disgraceful of me.”

While he didn’t look like he meant it, Ryōta said, “Tch, whatever, it’s fine. You can get up now.”

Not having to ask her twice, Yuki swiftly stood up and although she apologized she didn’t look too thrilled. “Right then, I leave you to it. Come on Minato-kun, let’s go wait by the restaurant’s door.” She turned to leave with Akui following close behind but before she did she leaned in close to you and whispered. “Scream if he tries anything.” And with that last foreboding message, and a pointed look thrown over her shoulder, Yuki and Akui left the alley.

Now it was just the two of you left, standing awkwardly across from each other. “I’m sorry about her,” you finally said to break the tension. “She’s a bit protective, to say the least.” ‘From what I heard she’s also a black belt in judo so I guess it could have gone worse.’

Ryōta huffed lightly, he wasn’t mad at you after all, and said, “I can see that. Anyways, I should probably get going. See ya’ uh…”

Realizing that you never actually gave him your name, you were quick to say, “Oh right, my name is L/n Y/n. It was nice to meet you, Matsumura-kun.”

Ryōta only nodded his head and was about to start walking when he paused for a second and turned to face you again. “Matsumura-kun?” He questioned.

Quickly realizing your mistake, you tried to recover. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t even ask if you wanted to be addressed like that, I should have asked first. Sorry, Matsumura-san.”

“No, you're good. Matsumura-kun is fine, I guess I didn’t realize you already knew my name.”

‘Oh crud.’ “O-oh, you see, the thing is I already heard about you,” you slowly said, putting together a lie as you spoke. “You’re kind of infamous around school, and there is a lot of talk about you, so I guess I already knew who you were, heh.”

His shoulders seem to slump a little at your words. “I see,” Ryōta said, going to walk away again.

You noticed his dampened mood and were quick to add, “But I don’t believe what the rumors say. If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be dead right now, so I don’t think I have the right to judge you because of baseless rumors.” You bowed once again to show your appreciation and avoided eye contact while saying, “It was nice to meet you, Matsumura-kun. Maybe I’ll see you around at school.” And with that you hurriedly left. 

If only you weren’t so embarrassed to face him, because then you might have caught sight of the rare flustered expression that adorned Ryōta’s face, whose pale face was lightly dusted pink. When your skittish form was no longer in view, the delinquent boy hummed thoughtfully to himself, thinking maybe seeing you again in the future wouldn’t be so bad, before he turned to walk away. 

Like she said she would, Yuki stood, arms crossed with an adorable pout looking like a kicked puppy, by the restaurant's door. Akui, surprisingly, wasn’t with her. You didn’t pay it too much attention, figuring he will be back soon, but you couldn’t help but cover your face with both of your hands, dragging them down your face as you berate yourself for how you acted talking to Ryōta. ‘Seriously, did you have to cry so much?! I don’t think I was ever this much of a cry baby before I got here, but just seeing his face brought me back to what happened with Makino, and I couldn’t help but–arg! It seems I have just been making a fool of myself ever since I came here.’

“You’re back,” Yuki remarked, pushing herself off from the wall that she was leaning on and made her way over to you. “Hm? What’s the matter? Did that mongrel do something because I swea–”

“No, he didn’t do anything after you left. I’m just feeling a little embarrassed about crying in front of him like I did,” You admitted to your friend, bashfully scratching the side of your face. “And then you and Akui-san had to walk in on that as well, ugh, just remembering it makes me wish the earth would just swallow me whole.”

Yuki observed your slowly growing bashful expression with a fond expression. “You're a real character, you know that, L/n-chan?” she teased, trying to hide her giggles behind her hand. “You’re over thinking too much. No one blames you for crying, you did just go through a traumatic experience recently. I’m sure he thought you were as endearing as I usually think, so don’t worry about being embarrassed.” With that she reached up and ruffled your hair.

You watched in awe at her. ‘Is this the power of the main character? I suddenly feel so light and uplifted,’ you thought to yourself. “Oh, by the way, where’s Akui-san anyways?”

“Hm? Oh, Minato-kun said he was gonna go grab us a small treat for us from the convenience store, he should be back soon actually.”

As if on cue, Akui came from around the corner with a small, white grocery bag. “Oh, you’re back. I wasn’t sure how long your talk would be, but I got us a treat, here,” he held out the bag, “it’s just some ice cream, and they should match up to our own individual tastes.”

“That’s Minato-kun for you, he never forgets what his friends like even if they only mention it once,” Yuki stated proudly.

“Oh, you're right,” you respond with a thoughtful expression, thinking back to the one time that you mentioned your preferred flavor of ice cream earlier that day. ‘He does seem to have a good memory, if that extends to remembering minor things people say or so then I’m gonna have to be careful with what I say or leave behind.’

You reached into the bag, you grabbed your favorite flavor  and stared quizzically at the containers the ice cream was in. The cone looked to be made of plastic with a cone like dome covering the part that had the ice creams twisted tip. ‘Eh, I should get used to it by now, I am no longer in America so this stuff shouldn’t surprise me anymore.’ You looked up at your friends who were enjoying their treat and looked back at yours, ‘Doesn’t mean I still can’t be confused.’

“So where to next?” Yuki asked, looking up from her strawberry flavored ice cream.

“I’d say it’s up to L/n-san, this was her outing after all,” Akui added.

Thinking back on the day you had, contemplating your guys next move. “Hmm, I think we’ve had enough fun for today,” you finally said. There were still plenty of things to do around town, including an arcade that you knew was somewhere around here, but it was already getting late despite the sun not setting yet. “I think it’s time we head home now, besides my Mom will start to worry which isn’t good for anyone.” ‘Despite calling her every hour as promised, she still has calmed down about worrying. I swear her mind runs a mile a minute coming up with all those crazy ideas.’

“Aww, I wanted to hang out some more…” Yuki whined, “but you’re probably right. Besides, if we spent all day doing everything fun around town then we won’t have anything to do in the future. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

“You can say that but your house is the first one we’ll pass,” Akui cheekily added.

“Whaat, but I wanted to walk together with you guys!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her endearing display. “We’ll still be walking with each other, it’s just that you will be dropped off before either of us,” you took the initiative to start walking, “so let’s go, okay?” With a tilt of your head, you gave them a closed eyed smile.

Yuki smiled in return, admiration sparkling in her eyes, unaware of Akui’s own love struck gaze. He was just happy to see that Yuki had such a great time, too bad that you had to be part of it.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go Minato-kun!” With that the vibrant girl took the hand of her childhood best friend and rushed to catch up with her newly acquired one.

‘Today was fun, I wish everyday was like this…’

[flamingo-bubbles]

@fontasticcrablettes Wrote a lovely little spicy Flystelle fic and it made me want to do the same! But, uh, my brain died in the middle of it and I haven't touched it since I first wrote it after reading his fic.

But there's so little Flystelle stuff! And even less spicy stuff for them!! So I will share this half-shred of a story because there needs to be more of them in the world!!!

-----

Courting was like a dance. The steps were intricate, deliberate, important - to ignore them was to invite the searing judgment of every noble down onto your head. If your transgression was severe enough, no title or rank could save you.

Flynn knew all this. It had been drilled into his head since the first day he emerged into the noble quarter as a freshly minted knight. Like many customs of the upper class, the rules were as arbitrary as they were ironclad. He had to be constantly aware, always diligent.

"Flynn…"

The breathy, inviting sound of his name on the crown princess' lips yanked him back to the reality of the moment. Their bodies entangled in her bed; clothing thrown to the ground in a flurry of hot, hungry kisses and moans; the sharp rise and fall of Estellise's breast with each ragged breath. Flynn's body reacted all too readily to the princess lying beneath him.

He was definitely courting her wrong, but she was making it difficult to care.

"Princess Estellise…" he whispered her name back with just as much desire, but the voice of reason forever present at the back of his mind was quick to add, "...Are you sure about this?"

He watched as her expression softened into a smile. However, the desire in her eyes burned just as clearly. Flynn's breath caught in his throat and dissolved into a strangled moan as Estellise wound her arms around his neck. Gentle pressure was applied to Flynn's neck, drawing his body into her and another moan from his soul.

"I am," She responded plainly and clearly.

"B-But what about all the customs? The rules?" He forced himself to speak, but the heat of her hands curiously exploring the taut muscles of his back was making it horribly difficult to focus.

"They're silly. We love each other. There aren't any rules in that."

As she spoke, her hands grew more bold, more curious. Flynn felt her rough, short nails and callused fingertips trace down his chest, stopping just before his hips. He wanted to focus on every sensation all at once, but his brain was quickly melting to nothing but his baser instincts.

"You make a-" he inhaled sharply as a stray finger explored a little bit lower, "a compelling argument."

The thick air between them was softened by Estellise's gentle giggle. She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Flynm's lips. He wished he could claim his body's reaction was just as chaste.

"Thank you! My tutors in statesmanship would be very pleased to hear the compliment."

"Perhaps, but I don't believe I shall ever give it to them. It would require…certain explanations."

His reward for his half-hearted joke was another of Estellise's giggles. As the mood lightened further still, he thought with vague disappointment that the night might end with nothing happening. However, her hands didn't stop their exploration, her boundless curiosity extending to the bedroom as well. 

Rather than push the situation forward, Flynn let her take her time, allowing his body to react without any attempts to hide it. As she found several sensitive spots that Flynn hadn't even been aware of, the mood in the room once more dipped dangerously toward desire.

"P-Princess Estellise…" Flynn whined as she applied pressure in another new location, his cheeks and body burning, "M-My apologies. Please. I need…more"

"Oh! Of course! Please, allow me."

—-----

And then they totally banged, you guys.