#theres a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and i feel a bit sick im actually terrified

[beepbeepdespair]

a summary of my bugsnax thoughts at the moment (NO SPOILERS PLEASE) featuring @emiwith2braincells

[demonicangxl]

im just gonna rant for a sec in the tags 🙃

[hotheadedhero]

Ok question how would the tmnt bros (all 4) react to someone having a crush on them, and they confess, but the turtle rejects at time... but later on he realizes no wait I actually do like them!

But theres already been like a good month or more since the confession and their crush has been sorta avoiding them by hanging out with the other turtle bros and though still being polite, they avoid like being alone with their turtle crush and try to act like they don't have a crush still(but they do)

Sorry if I didn't write the request right! and thanks for your writing I love how you write the turtles!

Frothing at the mouth. No words. Speechless. Thank you so much anon! This request is absolutely amazing and tugged at my heart in all the good ways, you beauty. So glad you like my writing tyty <3 Apologies for the wait btw :] I might have meddled with the idea a bit depending on the turtle but I hope this is the kind of thing you were hoping for! May even make a part 2 continuation because there was just so much to write, this was really a lot of fun so thank you again :P I let fate decide which version to base this on and we got Bayverse!

Rejection, Realisation, and Regret

Warnings: bad language, grovelling turtles for their idiocy, angst with this in mind, oh these boys are some real idiots

Bay Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Turns you down as gently as he can but it still feels like a sucker punch to the gut. It may sound calloused but he's a ninja, a mutant, a protector before anything else and that includes being someone's boyfriend. With a constructive discussion on the matter, he can only hope that you understand his position. You assured him that you did.

So, then, how is it that he barely gets a conversation in with you these days? And why does that fact burn a hole in his stomach? This pit, although metaphorical, weighs down heavily on him. Assumably, he’s missing one-on-one with a friend until it truly occurs to him just what exactly is going on. There's a lesson to be learned here, he's sure - a saying that goes around as if taken from an ancient script: you don't realise how good you have it until it's gone. You're not gone perse but you make a point of avoiding him individually. As well-mannered as you try to be, he's noticed and he's noticed the hurt in his belly that comes alongside it.

He thought things were okay, that despite the rejection, you would still be able to comfortably continue your friendship without any issues. It seems he managed even to fool himself. Being so caught up in what it means to be one of New York's self-acclaimed protectors, he was completely absentminded to the feelings that had been bubbling up inside him all along. No wonder he's been losing focus on his training as of late. He has attempted to try and talk to you about it but to no avail. Has your heart really been that broken?

For once, he doesn’t know what to do, or what decision should be made. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. Who's the one person he can turn to at a time like this? Come on. Who else would it be?

"Sensei, you know better than anyone that our position comes with complications. That we as ninjas are sworn to certain oaths.” 

"Yes, the duty of yourself and your brothers is indeed a heavy burden. Responsibility comes with risk and consequence as I am sure you are well aware of by now.” Splinter watches his son bow down as he thoughtfully strokes his beard.  "However, sensei, rat, master; alongside all of these things, I am foremost a father who wishes to see his sons be happy. You're in love, are you not?"

Leo’s attention quickly turns up from the floor to his master. How had he figured it out? Must be that parental instinct. Either way, he’s thankful for that in some respect. It makes this easier. Less complicated. 

The turtle nods and breathes out, "I am, Sensei."

"That's what I thought." His father lays a hand over Leo’s shoulder before it taps him against the side of his head. "Now, what are you waiting for? Talking to me isn't going to change the situation."

Splinter is right. It's high time for him to get out of his funk and strategise the best way to make amends. He can only hope he isn’t too late. 

Raphael

Rejects you thinking it was some sick prank curated by his youngest brother or something. There's no way you have a thing for him. He's a mutant and you're a human. How could someone actually be in love with a freak like himself? That's why he blows up in your face when you attempt to pour your heart out to him. Whatever joke you thought would be funny, isn't. 

He may have taken things out of proportion. This much is made obvious enough by the poorly thought-out excuses you make just to avoid being alone with him. Yeah, that's right, he thinks. You should feel ashamed for trying to pull a stupid stunt like that, for trying to mess with him. He's standing firm on his self-assurance. Don't think for a second that he's going to lose sleep over what he said that day.

However, life has a very funny way of playing its own game. It all comes to fruition when you're laughing with the leader of the brothers. When your hand landed on his forearm, Raphael was struck with something fierce. The shot of jealousy to his heart almost takes him for a wild spin but he disregards it for typical Leo/Raph rivalry. Until that night, anyway. This man is tossing and turning in bed, ruminating on that sickly feeling in his chest; losing sleep over it. No. Surely not. He isn't in love with you. This isn't something that's been in the making for however long now. So what if you managed to calm him down quicker than anyone else he's ever known? Big whoop if you used to make a point of checking up on him when no one dared to go near him. It’s no big deal that you’d hype him up and cheer him on before each mission. 

Fuck. He's been in love with you this whole time, hasn't he? Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was probably the only chance he had at something close to normal in his life and he trampled over it like it was nothing. That's assuming it was even genuinely meant from your end to begin with. He still has his doubts all things considered. Either way, he can’t just sit in bed and wallow in his head all night. He needs some air. 

"What crawled up your shell and died?"

Great. He had hoped to get some peace and quiet. Not that this city knows the definition of either word but that isn’t the point. 

"Not now, Jones. I ain't in the mood."

Casey's head rolls against his shoulders and he sighs, "Hey, if this is to do with (Y/n) ignoring you, what do you expect? 'Can't just make someone cry and expect things to be okay after without an apology."

Raph's mask slowly descends and hoods over his eyes, those of which are now staring down the detective.

"Oh, shit. You didn't know?"

No. No, he did not. He really made you cry? Why would you-? Ah. Two things smack him up the head at this moment: you meant every word of what you admitted a month ago and he is an absolute asshole. Despite already living in the sewers, he feels like the scum of the Earth.

That's it. No more holding back. No more being chicken. He might have ruined his chance but he can at least try and make things right by you.

Donatello

Aloof. Absolutely aloof and utterly clueless to the fact that you were even trying to admit your feelings for him. Yet, the way that the whole situation plays out makes it seem as though he had denied you. His head is usually stuck in a book or on one of the many screens that litter his quarters. What can you really expect of him? Unfortunately, this isn’t something that comes to mind nor is taken into consideration when you attempt your casual proclamation. With his eyes glued to his computer, his inattentiveness could only be read as uninterest to which you find it’s probably best to withdraw yourself. 

In the weeks to come, it still doesn't even occur to him that you were confessing. The only thing that dawns on him from your weirdly abrupt absence is how strange it feels without you around. You still engage in your regular visits to the lair but are always elusive to his corner. Had he missed a memo? He can't quite place a finger on your change in behaviour. Then he realises just how much he enjoys and misses your presence. Even just how you'd pass by his little section of the lair and do something as small as asking him what he's working on. The small details should always get their chance in the spotlight but he managed to miss them when they were right there in front of him. When you were in front of him.

Subsequent to this steady progression of fluttering heart palpitations upon the thought of you and his drying throat when he tries to speak your way, he decides to take some action. At least, that’s the plan he has in his head. You hardly look his way, so he needs to find a way to gain your attention. There must be some way. With somewhat of an idea in mind, he dials a number through his computer and lets it ring. 

The other side of the line picks up and there’s a voice. “If this has anything to do with goons, aliens or whatever trouble you guys have gotten yourselves into, I don’t want any part of it.”

“Relax, Vern. This is something that entirely requires your expertise without life endangerment. I need to ask about women,” Donnie confirms, cutting right to the chase.

There’s a pause. "What-?” Another longer pause and then an inhale. “Can't you just ask one of your brothers or something?"

Yeah, right, because his family of sewer dwellers are so well-equipped for this matter. Even asking for Vern's aid is pushing the boat a little but it's better than nothing - a baseline structure of what to expect is all he needs. The internet would probably be more reliable but it doesn’t include that vital real-world experience.

"You engage in frequent courting. By all accounts, you're the only person I know who has enough field experience to give advice."

This might be giving Vern too much credit but this is a surefire way to get what he wants. Feeding a man's ego can accomplish many things. Call it manipulation of the circumstances if you will but no harm done. 

"You know what?” There’s a brightness in his tone, an uptilted cadence in Vern’s rhetorical question. Bingo. “You being the smart one has never been more accurate, Don. Alright, I'll help you."

The notes he takes are unfathomable but he wants to make sure that everything is thought out with careful precision. That's not even taking into account that he needs to muster the courage to ask you out in the first place.

Michelangelo

One would think that this guy would be jumping with unparalleled joy to have someone confess their feelings for him but he's got eyes for someone else. April O'Neil is his one true babycake, his angel face, the first love he had ever known. He turns you down in the friendly way one would expect him to if not a little cocky. Who wouldn't want a piece of the MC Mikey? There aren’t any hard feelings though, right?

Well, no but the sting that follows is still too much for you to handle. Too much in fact that you decide it's best to recoil into a shell of your own and spend less time with the loveable terrapin. Such a shame as well considering you're missing out on your regular gaming sessions together. It probably sucks big time to be rejected but he meant no harm by it. He thought you could still hang out as you normally would. Perhaps you just needed some time. That’s what he reckoned until the days turned to weeks and those weeks to almost two months. 

He’s subjected to playing bystander when you hang out with his family, barely getting a chance to have a word with you alone. If this treatment is good for anything, it gives him a chance to spectate and watch how you interact with those around you rather than directly with him. He recognises how much he adores that sparkle in your eyes, the playfulness of your tone when you crack out jokes with his brothers, how you light up the entire lair when you make your presence known. There is this unshakable spirit within you that he somehow never noticed until a few days prior when you took the liberty of playing an incredibly bold practical joke at Casey's expense. Man, this turtle's heart sored higher than it ever has before, which is saying something considering he had to jump out of a plane once.

Well, colour him surprised. He was so sure of himself that New York's favourite journalist was the only one for him but it seems he was wrong. Oh, man. He's feeling pretty bad now. He can surely make up for what happened though, right? Hopefully. There's only one way of finding out but he has one thing he needs to do first before talking to you.

"I'm sorry, angel face. My sights have been led astray. My loyalty shouldn’t be doubted but it’s for someone else now.” 

The way Mikey is knelt down, head lowered with April’s hands in his own is a perplexing sight if not curiously amusing. His feelings and the pronounced “dibs” on the reporter have been no secret but his recent infatuation with you hasn’t been much of a secret either. Not to her anyway but she likes to think she’s good at picking up on these things. 

“Just know that you'll always have a special place in my heart,” he finishes, ending the overly dramatised display by holding a fist to his chest. 

"Considerate as always." Her expression is somewhere between humoured and endeared, fighting the shake of her head at how adorably ridiculous this turtle can be. "Thanks, Mikey."

Now that's out of the way, he can go into this with a clear head. Although, the only thing really going into this is going to be all of his heart.

[fictionkinfessions]

Sometimes i feel so weirdly bad for my memories not following canon, but atst... im so glad that they dont.

Its a great show, dont get me wrong, but... it never felt right, a lot of it. Especially the end. I did love you, Kagome--but you were only 16. Why would you give up everything to live in the past? Your family, your friends, all the day dreamed lives you'd imagined up until you fell through the well? And for that matter, why did your mother let you? If we had been a bit older perhaps id understand but... God. It feels awful to say but im glad my Kagome didnt stay. Im glad she went home. I can't imagine living in the feudal era after only ever knowing the comfort and security of modern life being anything but absolute misery. I wouldn't have been able to give her kids, anyway.

Im also glad, and feel bad, for the fact that that means the events of yashahime never happened for me. No kids--at least not that soon, for neither me nor my brother. Which also means none of them had to deal with the Kirinmaru situation. I haven't watched the series in full, but i recognize him. I dont like that i recognize him, amongst the unfamiliarity of everything and everyone else in that show. Very... pit-at-the-bottom-of-my-stomach feeling, haha. At least i know that my brother and I were on... Genuinely good terms whenever that happened. Nice bedhead by the way, jackass.

And then of course theres Koga. I still dont remember a lot about him, besides a few... Steamy things. Which is kind of disconcerting when i cant remember confidently if he still married Ayame or not, or if something happened to her. Either way, it was an interesting relationship. At least until the politics got involved.

I dont even know what im talking about, i think i just need to ramble since i dont really go into kin spaces anymore, besides this blog. Got no one to ramble to anymore--nevermind sourcemates. Theres more than a few problematic things about my canon that i dont think a lot of people would like; stuff i haven't mentioned. Thats gonna stay in anonymous fanfiction for now lmao.

Point is--i hope everyones ok. I miss you all a lot. I hope you're happy and safe, wherever you are now.

-- Inuyasha

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[maurenislife]

Miss martyr

Sir scapegoat

That is me

I wish that man blew my brains apart in that parking lot

Or when i almost had my heartrate slow down n die in my sleep off beans

Or the one time i passed out in my kitchen

What about the time i tried to jump out my window

Or the one time i tried to leap in front of a car

Jealous of me in my dreams im always dying or choosing too, getting stabbed to death while somebody looks me in my eyes n my life dont flash, it cut to black

I live pathetic existence

Like only so many times i can get up n recover or pick up my pieces n put them all back together with no regrets or like putting it back together confidently like this rlly me

Or am I overdramatic mellow dramatic

Like is it all a mixup

Till i review the footage in my brain of last 25 years

And everything stings like it happened yesterday even when im sober nothing rlly comes together my brain is a empty apartment with no where to sit, just standing there, wondering where everyone is, when is anybody coming back?

Does anybody care enough to sit n listen n care for 0$.

Everything comes at a exchanging price

When the personalities all collide

It makes one empty person,

When u finally show people how empty it is, look around when there truly is nothing more to see then its time to go

All the exes get to peak inside and see that its just as fucked up n blank in here.

How having no mother figure truly makes u feel a bit withdrawn i dont have her checking in she could rlly care less i see why im not doing anything worthy but breathing n taking up space n money by being alive

Im sure thats how my dad feels too, just preserving my body my entity cause its the proper thing to do.

Alot of things truly mean nothing

Not money, not the car being paid off, not the nicest fit or hair its to cover up all the stuff i know ill never recieve cause it cant be bought u cant buy love or warmth or a soul or innocence or buy back anything literally forced outta me.

Its now just me

Gotta worry bout me

Why u do fake pills maybe a lucky one will take me out this life, put me in the infinite sleep cycle,

So peaceful thinking about the day u wont be here.

My biggest mistake was ever rlly just not playing the role i know how to play well,

Zip it!

Everything done to me is sad no doubt

But whats sadder is i truly believed my prayers worked i never pray yanno im like omg somebodies listening to me besides

Doris and its not true there is no god for me

Devil ingrained the future for me long time ago, suffering since just in the pit of my stomach i stand in the empty small space. I stare in the room

Its just me again void is unfillable

Once my grandma leave this earth i will do the same maybe not now, I threaten kms all the time cause its peaceful

This life is full of broken promises and people willing to make them knowing theres only one promise

Death

Love isnt promised unless u love yourself

I can touch my hand in the mirror n still feel bad for the reflection

I know im not the prettiest the funniest or the bestest im literally on bottom of my own shoe

Shes terrible, i can be replaced with better

I can do better i can try harder but its the void right there, it doesnt care what you may do, who u are. Ur void is the never ending pocket of what u will never have.

I wanted all the pathetically dumb shit

[deceitfuldevil]

Truth Serum

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: While working with Tony and Bruce in the lab you accidentally drink some very experimental truth serum, leading to some unwanted confessions with your coworkers.

Warnings: use of y/n, swearing, lots of dialogue, barely proofread, etc.

Word Count: 1.7K

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You were busy working with Tony and Bruce in the lab and jokingly Tony placed his latest concoction next to your drink but you didn’t realize until it was too late and you drank Bruce’s experimental truth serum.

“Jesus Tony can you turn down that obnoxious music? I’m so sick of that stupid 70s rock music you’re always playing.”

Tony stopped what he was doing are looked over at you in shock.

“L/n, what the hell are you talking about? You told me you loved my music.”

“Well I lied, I lie to you a lot actually.” You looked up eyes blown wide with dear as you covered your mouth after saying that.

“I did NOT mean to say that.”

“Y/n… did you just take a sip of that beaker Tony so stupidly placed right next to your drink?” Bruce asked pinching the small space in between his eyebrows

You looked down as remorse filled your gut, noticing a small dribble of blue liquid slowly falling down the side of the beaker you obviously just took a drink from. Your eyes life to meet Bruce’s as you slowly nodded a small yes.

“Well, no thanks to Tony now we get to find out if my very experimental truth serum actually works.”

“TRUTH SERUM?!” You shouted, the last thing you wanted was for your team to have unrestricted access to your secrets.

“No thanks to me? Are you kidding Banner? This might be the most fun we have with Y/n all year!” Tony said with a cheeky grin

Your groaned and let your head fall onto the desk you were sitting at. “How long will this last?” You asked muffled

“Best case scenario for you? It could wear off within the next 30 minutes. Worst case scenario? You could be highly responsive and overly truthful for the two days.”

Tony broke out with a loud cackle as he got up from his desk and exited the lab “Good luck kid!”

“And theres no antidote?” You pleaded

“Sorry, but we were barely in the trial phases of creating this and we don’t try to make an antidote unless we know for sure that it works.”

“So how the hell am I supposed to deal with this in the meantime?”

“My best advice? Lock yourself away in your quarters for the next day or so to avoid saying anything unsavory to the rest of the team. Because I don’t have a doubt in my mind Tony left to go and tell the whole team about your little predicament.”

But before you could reply Sam, Rhodey, and Bucky all came running into the lab practically running over each other.

“Okay, I’ve wanted wanted to know. How do you feel really about Redwing?” Sam asked pushing Rhodey and Bucky aside.

“I think you should find a girlfriend so you stop obsessing over a high tech piece of metal.” You said with an unholy amount of sass, already sick of this treatment. Bucky burst out laughing but you sent a pissed off glare his way.

“Don’t think you’re safe either beefcake. You’re 106 years old and still can’t take a joke, not to mention that you’re forgetful as fuck. I mean who the hell just forgets that they have a vibrium arm? I’m not even going to get started on that staring problem you have that you think is so intimidating.” You snapped, shutting everyone in the room up. Before leaving you locked eyes with Rhodey.

“Oh hi Ego Machine! Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. I mean who could when you tell that story of how you dropped a tank at the generals feet every single party? I mean, BOOM were you looking to be interesting?”

After shutting every one in that room down you stormed out and locked yourself in your room. You really could tell if you had taken truth serum or just a liquid curse. You never left your room for the rest of the night, not wanting to risk dinner with the team. But you woke up around 5:30 in the morning to. Very strong feeling of hunger, and prayed no one else would be up this early as you snaked down into the kitchen. You walked past Wanda sleeping quietly on the couch as Vision floated peacefully in the corner.

“Creepy motherfucker…” you whispered as you stepped into the kitchen

“What was that you said about my husband?” Wanda said, suddenly on the other side of the counter looking at you with a tilted head. You jumped almost spilling your cereal

“Jesus Christ Wanda! A warning!” You said clutching your head with one hand and the cereal box with the other. But she only looked at you and smiled mischievously

“You can ask anything you want but you’re not allowed to be upset by the answer” you stated plaining, pouring some milk into your bowl.

“Are you talking about the truth serum you took yesterday?” Wanda asked, tilting her head at you.

“Yeah, it might not wear off for another 24 hours. Everyones been dying to find how I ‘really’ feel about them since Tony ran his big mouth and told everyone about this stupid serum I drank.”

“You do remember I can read minds, right? I always know when someone’s telling the truth or lying, I just don’t always call them on it.”

“Right.” You said quietly as you stuffed your face with cereal so you could go back to your quarters as soon as possible.

You sat alone in your room unbothered for the next few hours, until you heard a rock at your door.

“Don’t come in! Go away!” You shouted turning the page of your book assuming whoever was on the other side of your door would kindly fuck off. But as a tall man with a mop of silver hair entered your room you sighed dramatically and threw your book at him, missing spectacularly.

“I could’ve sworn I said to NOT come in.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, looking at the ever so muscular man making his way over to your bed.

“And when’s the last time I took orders from you?” Pietro said with a smile.

“You never take orders from anyone, I’m surprised you haven’t been kicked off the team yet honestly.” You spat, bitter that he wasn’t respecting your wishes to be left alone. A pit of nerves also started to grow in your stomach the closer he came to you knowing how you really felt about him, and that if he asked there’d be nothing stopping you from telling him the truth.

“Ah, you wound me dragâ.” Pietro says as he mockingly clasps his hands over his heart as if you’d shot him. You just rolled your eyes in response.

“The team tells me you’ve become somewhat of a bitch since yesterday, is that true?” He asked, sitting down at the foot of your bed.

“I’m not a bitch, Tony just tricked me into drinking some of Banner’s experimental truth serum. But you already knew that didn’t you? Either way, spoiler alert. The stupid serum works and probably won’t wear off for another 12 hours. Besides, I’m only a bitch to the team members I don’t like.” Your eyes widened realizing what you just admitted to Pietro

“I suppose that’s true, Wanda did tell me you weren’t too bad when she ran into you this morning.” Pietro said scooting up next to you in bed, normally you’d tell him to fuck off before he got too close so he would know how much you loved being in his arms but when he asked

“Is this okay?” As he stretched his arms over your shoulders pulling you into his chest

“Yeah, I love it when you hold me. Or just touch me in general, always makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.” The confession just spilled right out of your mouth, causing you to once again to clasp a hand over your lips to prevent you from saying anything else.

Pietro looked down at you with a shocked eyes but a smug smile, deciding to push his luck he asked “Then why do you always push me away and tell me to fuck off anytime I hug you?”

“Becwagh wi dwomt vhmnf to nmfh…” you said, keeping your hand over your mouth to muffle your answer. Pietro shook his head light at you as he took your hand off your lips and held it, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb

“What was that darling?” He said as he cobalt blue eyes poured into yours. It’s like he already knew how you felt but just needed to hear you say it to confirm his suspicions. Months of pinning after you, and now here was his chance. He had no other choice but to act on it. You swallowed the last bit of pride and fear held in your chest and said

“Because I don’t want you to know how I really feel about you.” The last of your walls came crashing down as you smiled gently at the handsome man before you, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as his faced inched closer to yours.

“And how do you feel about me dragosté?”

“Like you’re the only person in the world I could ever fall in love with.” That was all Pietro needed to push aside his ego hearing how you really felt about him as he leaned down and closed the gap in between the two of you pressing his soft lips to yours. Moving gently with you as his lips slotted perfectly over yours, you breathe in his musky scent as you ran your hand across his chest pulling him closer to you. Sadly it wasn’t long before you both ran out of air and had to pull away

“So how do you feel now?” Pietro asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his lovestruck face

“Like I could kiss your stupid face all day.” You said grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back in for a much more heated kiss.

The rest of your afternoon and week into the evening was spent in Pietros arms sharing soft kisses and fleeting touches. Although admittedly he was sad when the truth serum wore off and he couldn’t ask you any and everything under the sun about how you felt about him.

But you’d end up showing him how you felt in other ways later on ;)

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A/N

Ahhh here’s my 4th post that will be published while I’m away at camp! Found this little bit in my notes as well and just fleshed it out enough to post! Hope this was enjoyable!

Much Love,

—Skyler

[aquanova99]

Midnight Stroll

Matt Murdock x Reader

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A/N: I’ll be honest not my proudest work but I’ve had this in my drafts forever and I need to stop getting in my head. A big sorry and also thank you in advance for anyone that reads this

Summary: a quick blurb on what daredevil does when he hears y/n could be in some trouble

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The night had been unusually slow. There had been a robbery right before Matt got off of work. Then silence. Which, technically isn’t a bad thing but it gave Matt a bad feeling.  A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. No one seemed to even be out tonight. Which might work, maybe he could make y/n something before she got home, she was supposed to work late tonight too. Of course, he thought this too soon. Over two blocks he heard a familiar stride of heels clicking against the pavement.

 Theres no way. Why would y/n be out right now? Wasn’t she supposed to be staying late at the office? Was it later than he thought? He wouldn’t have been been so worried but he could also discern a group of harsher footsteps speeding up and getting closer to the sound of heels. Without realizing he found himself racing towards them. The closer he got the worse he felt. What if he didn’t make it in time? He tried to rationalize that nothing had technically happened but the sound of a small scuffle followed by no more heels stopped him in his tracks.

 He could hear what he was positive was y/n muffled scream, her perfume hitting his nose immediately. His appearance stopped shocked the men. Two of them trying to cover up what they were trying to do.

 “Who the hell are you?”

 “Get your hands off of her.”

 “Look guy, mind your business before you get hurt.”

 Daredevil could hear y/n continue to struggle against those idiots.

“Hey! Are you stupid or something,” He began getting closer to him, “I said get out of here.” He pulled something out of his jacket. A gun most likely, though the cigarette odor was making things a bit difficult for Daredevil to orientate himself. His hand work was inmcredible, y/n thought. It took led than a second for the mysterious stranger to disarm the gun. Bullets dinging against the cold pavement. He was able to quickly swat the gun out of his hand, throwing his fist against the guys throat which sent him flying back.

 The other three guys began exclaiming for their friend or leader, whatever he was to them. He just pointed in the general direction of the masked hero standing in front of them. They roughly dropped y/n against the concrete. Something in her worried about the men outnumbering the man who had just been willing to risk his life to save her. There was something familiar, she needed to make sure he was alright.

 Then they all rushed him. It was remarkable seeing him fight. The way he was able to dodge and maneuver around the men was almost graceful.  Y/n couldn’t help herself, she saw the man he had originally been punched get up. She gasped and tried to warn him but the sound of her worry caught Daredevil off guard.

 One of the three men who originally went after him hit the superhero’s back. With what y/n couldn’t be sure, they were all starting to surround him. Landing more and more punches. Y/n began getting more and more worried, but the guy was holding his own. He whipped out a stick of some kind and quickly bought every one down. It wasn’t until she got a better look that the stick suddenly seemed very similar.

 Daredevil was panting. He had been so worried about y/n, he had let himself get distracted. He worried she may have gotten more hurt than she let on he looked in her general direction. His turning brought the cane forth to y/n’s attention.

“Are you alright?” He asked breathlessly

 Y/n slightly raised her hand and slightly waved, he could hear she did something but exactly what he wasn’t sure. When he didn’t look at her hand directly as he asked what she was doing, everything fell into place.

“Oh my god! Matt??”

 “Uhhhh nope. No. Don’t know who that is…” He was cut off by her running up to him and her wrapping her arms around his neck.

 “Is this where you run off to every night?” She laughed against him

 “Yeah, not sure when this became my life.” He chuckled as he held her tightly, “What the hell were you doing out?”

 “Would you be furious if I said I wanted to get some food so I didn’t have to cook for when you get home?”

 “You couldn’t call me to pick something up?”

 “That would ruin the surprise, plus now that I know you do this theres no way I am ever asking you to do anything ever again.”

 Matt kissed the top of her head and let her lead him home. Y/n ordered food on her phone and started the shower for Matt. She couldn’t help herself and peeked in to see the extent of his damages. She knew he would play them off later. He was getting dressed when the food arrived to their apartment. She set up the Chinese table around their coffee table across the tv. Matt came out in a long sleeve tshirt and sweats and sat down next to y/n.

“Thanks for the food babe.”

 “Matt, seriously are you okay?”

 “I’m fine, I promise.”

 “Matt…”

 He sighed, “Alright, alright. My left shoulder is sore. But that’s it.”

 “You’re lying, but fine. Just—Look if you’re going to keep doing that be careful, okay?”

 “I promise I’m usually not caught of guard like that, I just- I thought something happened to you.”

 “I know..” Y/n rested her head as softly as she could on his right side, “Just don’t do anything stupid okay? Theres plenty of superheroes out there lately. I don’t need you disappearing on me.”

 “I won’t, I promise to come home to you, everynight.”

 “You better, you’re a lawyer so now just know I’m using your words as a verbal contract.”

 “First of all, I’m a really good lawyer, and second that’s not how that works at all.”

 Y/n shrugged and held up some noodles close to his face for him to eat. “Well, now I have something new to worry about. I thought you were maybe staying out so late because you had started finding someone else.”

 Matt straightened up immediately, “What?? I could never find someone better than you.”

 “If you could see, you might think otherwise.”

 “Believe me, I may not be able to see but I’m not blind. I know you are the most beautiful woman anyone would be so lucky to have.”

 “Yeah yeah sure.”

 “I’m serious, I hear all the time. When we go out, and everyone is staring at us. They all think you could do better.” Matt didn’t have to see to know that she was rolling her eyes. He wasnt lying he didn’t want to mention what those add hole were saying. She was perfect, and she loved him which was a plus. He would have continued arguing with her but she grabbed his face and turned it towards her to kiss him.

“Thats cheating.”

“I font know what you’re talking about” she smiled against him. She got yo and sat on the couch behind him and began slowly and gently massaging his aching body. She was extra careful around any areas she had seen the bruising.

“Mmm you dont have to do that.”

“I know.” She said simply. They finished eating what was left and retired to the room, leaving the to go boxes for tomorrows problem. Y/n rested her head on Matt, he kissed the top of her head the same way he did every night.

“I love you.” He whispered into her hair

“Mmm love you more.”

He sighed, “do you have to do that.”

“Yes.” Y/n enjoyed arguing with him, it got both of riled up

“Should I prove you wrong?” Matt asked seductively

“And how would you do that.” She continued to tease him

He grabbed the side if her hips and pulled her under him, his face got entirely too close to hers. He smirked at her heart beginning to race and her breathing quickening. He kissed the side of her temple and laid back down on his side.

“I don’t know, I guess i cant.”

“That was rude!” Y/n playfully swatted him as he laid down laughing

“You started it!”

Y/n would remember this. They both knew that. But tonight they decided it was enough to hold eachother close. They both knew how quickly the other could get hurt. The most important thing in the world was falling asleep next to eachothers most important person.

[saltymongoose]

GAHAHAHAHHGAHGDHA WAIT WAIT WIAT IMAGINE PHOBOS TREATING CHRISTOFF BEING YOUR NEXT VESSEL AS A THOSE MOVIE BREAK UPS

suddently theres multiple orders of ice cream buckets(is that how you call them?) and milk to his room and every one is super confused

And while he seems fine in public, maybe a lot harsher to Christoff but still fine mostly, then gets to his room and has a tantrum

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME! HOW DARE THAT LOW LIFE, SCUMMY, CRUSTY ASS OLD MAN BE MY PLAYER'S NEW VESSEL!!" throwing shit around and eventually just, sitting down on his bed and fucking DOWNING a buckets and milk gallons a night and honestly crying from frustration and anger and a bit of sadness

Fucking- sad music blasting when he showers and just stays there all sad, leaning on the wall like

".... Am I not interesting enough to them?..."

And r e f u s e s to leave his room for hours after he's meant to already be in his office doing important stuff

-Plague Anon [|87

You are so right lmao. When Phobos was confronted with the fact that Christoff, the one grunt who was always staunchly in opposition to him and his ideas, was the one who'd been blessed by having his God's influence he was beyond distraught. The swirling mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt would form a pit in his stomach, causing him to lash out more than usual that day as he tried to process it. On the outside he just might seem more irritable than normal, but mentally, he's on the verge of completely falling apart. Phobos didn't believe that he had the ability to feel "self-doubt", but your indirect "rejection" of him would shake him to the core. It puts him in the position of questioning his own worth, which he's never done before. Seeing you with Christoff makes him feel sick in every sense of the word.

And this feeling only festers, dampening into genuine despair when he finally has to retire for the night, forced to do something other than ignoring most of his feelings through his work. This is where the tantrums come in, with all of his conflicting emotions boiling over into anguish over what'd happened. He'll pace around his suit and mutter incessantly to himself, sometimes breaking out in yells about how unfair it is that Jeb of all people would have your attention. I mean, Christoff couldn't even begin to understand you; he wasn't nearly as acquainted with the wants of Gods as Phobos was, nor did he put in the work to worship you at all times of the day.

Honestly it really is like one of those dramatic breakup scenes in a movie, with him gorging himself on sweets, ice cream and milk while sobbing, listening to (cliched) sad songs (i.e. "lucid dreams", "baby come back", anything that's even mildly depressing-it's that bad). Honestly, he probably ends up just laying in his shower with his clothes still on, not caring enough to do anything to fix himself up as he wallows in his own depression about what this means. That his efforts and the countless hours, days, and months spent all for you weren't enough. That his motivations weren't good enough. That he wasn't powerful enough. That you didn't find him as interesting as that low-life scientist. That maybe he hadn't presented himself as well as you would've liked, and that all of his worship and reverence towards you wasn't adequate.

He falls asleep on the floor that night right next to the shrine he's procured for you, the last real connection he knows he must have with his God. His last conscious thoughts and words are of desperate prayer, begging and pleading you to come back and choose him. He doesn't know what mistakes he's made, but he's willing to completely remake himself if it'd make you like him. He was the proud God Emperor of Nevada and the Director of the Nexus Core, but it meant nothing if he couldn't be yours too.

(Phobos decided to do all of his work from his room for the next few days after this. His men didn't need to see him disheveled over this, especially not Christoff. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how badly his act of stealing you had affected him. But even then, he did noticeably little, often just obsessively rereading his journals to find anything that could've been a clue as to why you decided to choose someone else.)

[cantalouupe]

curiosity

nsfw!!! kaeya x f!reader

prequel to this drabble

hand & finger kink, semi public sex except you don’t have sex with him he just makes you suck on his fingers

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The knights of Favonius weren’t a group of people you mingled with. While you had no quarrels with any of them and had even spoken to some before, they just weren’t people that you considered friends.

There was nothing you held against them, no vendetta you had. Your feelings of them were just neutral. Pleasant conversations are easy to have with the ones stationed around town, where they’re willing to help you with really anything you need.

That’s probably why you’ve never really had to interact much with them. You’ve never been in danger and so help from them wasn’t something you had to seek out.

The higher ups, though, were a different story. You’ve also not interacted with any of them, but heard of them incredibly often, seen the outrider around town.

But that was all.

You had understood they were busy with all their work and obviously didn’t expect them to come out just so they can talk to you, a random citizen - still, you were curious. With all the big talk of them they were bound to be quite an interesting few people.

Sara, who worked at The Good Hunter - a little restaurant near the center fountain in town that served amazing food - had told you about them. The interesting honorary knight that travels with a little fairy in search for his sister, the outrider that you’ve seen before, the librarian who apparently was incredibly intimidating when you don’t return books, and even Jean, the acting grand master. You’ve heard about all of them, your curiosity causing you ask around for stories.

The first time you met any of them was on a sunny day, not unlike any other. You were out on the trail, foraging mushrooms as per Sara’s request, when you ran into a suspicious looking group of hilichurls. The odd creatures were entranced by an odd looking sigil on the ground that glowed a faint purple.

You had chosen to mentally mark where you were and turn back to go to town and report it. Hilichurls close to town was already a safety hazard, but them acting the way they were felt off and made a pit of worry grow in your stomach.

The guards at the doors of the Knights of Favonios Headquarters had questioned what you needed when you ran up, and you explained the situation, requesting to speak to Jean if possible.

Guilt ate at you when you pushed despite them telling you she was busy with work already. “I really would like to speak to her directly,” you told them.

They were going to shut you down again, but from behind them the door opened and out came an infamous face.

Of the many people you’d been told about, the Cavalry Captain was among them. Kaeya was very popular in town, apparently appeared at the tavern on most nights to chat with the townspeople. There was a lot of mystery shrouding him and his backstory but despite that he was a favorite of many people.

He looked as he’s been described to you, with dark hair and tanned skin, one eye covered with a black eye patch. His bare eye, beautiful and piercing blue met yours and you looked away immediately, feeling as though you were seeing a myth in the flesh.

“Like I said,” your eyes, probably a little wide from seeing the captain, fell back to the two guards you’d been talking to. “I think it’s a good idea if I talked to Jean directly.”

You hadn’t meant to alert Kaeya as he was leaving the Knights Headquarters but he seemed to hear, voicing out an “is everything okay?” as he approached the three of you.

“I’m not trying to be any trouble,” you tell him once the situation was explained.

He watched you shrink slightly under his gaze, pretty eyes staring up at him - and shook his head. “It’s understandable to want to report something like that immediately. I can take you to her.”

Obviously he had some sort of authority over the guarding knights because they had nothing to say about that, stepping back to their spots on either side of the stone stairs leading to the building.

You mentally let out a breath and nodded up at the blue haired male, thanking him quietly and apologizing again for making a fuss.

“Come on now,” he smiled down at you, calming your nerves a bit. “Stop apologizing for trying to keep Mondstadt safe. If anything we should be apologizing to you for not catching it before you did.”

The short walk inside the Knights Headquarters was quiet, and you took the few silent moments as a chance to get a better look at Kaeya. It was weird seeing him in front of you after only hearing about him for so long.

His clothes were much different from the other knights, from the fur on the shoulder to the color of the clothing. A small blue glowing charm hung from the side of his hip - that’s right, he had a vision.

When he opened the door to Jean’s office, you caught sight of his fingers that peaked out of dark gloves. Fingerless gloves?

“Are you going to come inside?”

Oh no, you weren’t standing here gawking at his hands, were you? You blinked at him like a deer in headlights and you wanted to melt into the floor at the amusement written on his face.

You ducked your head in embarrassment, slipping passed him silently.

Your shame was short lived, however, when you stepped into the room and saw Jean. Now you knew for a fact awe was visible on your face. It’s not every day that you get to see the grand acting master herself.

She was kind and genuinely concerned about you after you ran through the scene you saw for a third time in that day. The abyss order have been causing some trouble for the knights and they had been trying to track down more about them and their plans. What you saw didn’t give away much but Jean reiterated that it was an important bit of information and she thanked you for coming to her for it.

You preened at that, glad you could be of help to her.

Before you left, she thanked you again and assured you that you didn’t need to worry, the knights would take care of it.

And that was the end of it. Nothing else regarding that situation happened and life returned to normal.

The next time you ran into one of them it was at The Good Hunter. You were chatting with Sara while waiting for your food to finish cooking when a very familiar pair on hands came to lean against the counter you ordered at, with a very familiar voice accompanying them.

“I’ve been wondering about you,” Kaeya muses.

Wondering about you? You had to take a moment to process that, forcing out a small “Why?” to which he didn’t respond.

“Eat with me,” he responds instead, smiling at you and he is nice and a knight so who are you to decline.

So, you two eat together. He’s just as charming as people have mentioned, voice smooth and easy to listen to. By your wonder, he tells you in more detail about the Knights of Favonius, and you soak up his words like a sponge.

He is able to describe specific stories that you didn’t otherwise know about, along with other people that you hadn’t heard much about.

You find it fascinating and ask more specific questions - about visions. He answers every inquiry thats thrown at him, about his own cryo power and that of others in Mondstadt.

“Does the fingerless gloves have something to do with your element?” You ask him, and he laughs lightly at you.

“You like them, huh?”

Does he remember your lingering gaze on his hands at your last meeting? God, that’s mortifying. You hadn’t meant it to be a weird question.

When you gape at him, sputtering and trying to grasp a suitable response, he reaches out and taps a finger on the underside of your chin. “Cute,” he murmurs, before taking his leave, claiming he has work he should go attend to.

You stare at him while he leaves, reeling from his actions.

Things move more quickly after that.

You don’t know who really started it, but Kaeya’s hands become somewhat of a teasing point. It wasn’t a serious attraction at first but now his hands are the first thing your gaze catches on.

In turn, he’ll tease you for it, brushing the back of his knuckles against you or tapping a fingertip on you like he did that first time.

It boiled over one day in the Knights Library, you alongside him, curiously looking at all the different titles that were offered. Kaeya reaches out to grab a book and your eyes zero in on his hands.

Bare hands.

He wasn’t wearing those gloves today, skin fully on display and that shouldn’t be as important as it is but there you are, staring at them.

“You’re not-“

He has to know. Theres no way he accidentally forgot to wear them on a day he would be with you. Another tease, definitely.

“My gloves? Didn’t think you’d notice something like that.” Oh, he knows.

Cocky as ever, he taps his finger into your bottom lip - as he has before - and your mouth parts in response. An invitation.

The taste of clean skin bursts on your tastebuds, two of his fingers sliding inside.

“Ah, I knew it,” he murmurs, moving so you were situated in the corner of the wall and bookshelf, his body shadowing yours to shield you from any possible onlookers.

Your knees buckle from under you when he presses down onto your tongue, a whimper sounding from your throat.

“Look at you,” he coos, head leaning in so his lips brush against your ear. “How was I supposed to hold myself back when you want this so bad?”

Your hands find purchase on his biceps, gripping them to ground yourself while he rubs the pads of his fingers against your tongue. Saliva pools and threatens to spill over your lip, and Kaeya knows it, fingers moving so that it drips down out of your mouth and onto your chin.

“You know,” he starts again, fingers sinking deeper into your mouth as his other spare hand wraps loosely around your waist. “If you’re so good like this I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when I fuck you.”

Another noise leaves you, fingers digging into his arms. Your head knocks back into the wall right behind you and your eyes flutter.

You feel lucky that you cant speak because you know you wouldn’t be able to trust yourself to not beg him to fuck you right here in the library.

It feels filthy, the drool on your chin and his breath against the side of your face while he tells you these things. You felt hot and if your eyes were opened your pupils would be blown out.

“You’ll have to come see me some time, so I can really take you apart with my fingers.”

[darklove9314-blog]

True North: A Nessian Fanfic (NSFW)

Day 24 of Nessian month, Prompt: Pirate AU.

Nesta looked beyond to the horizon listening to the waves crash around the ship. She had to admit at first she had been hesitant to go out to see. But someone deep down inside her, the want for excitement and adventure always yearned.

It was that precise feeling that had her say yes to this stranger. To the captain of this ship as she whipped around looking at Cassian. The man that had unknowingly saved her life in more ways than he could tell.

He gave her one of his dazzling smiles, sending a wave at her. Her heart fluttered as she waved back, turning away from him before he could see the blush that now stained her cheeks. He was quite handsome. Not that they had gone further than casual conversations.

He was now talking with Azriel, his fellow shipmate and seccond in command about the mission later that week. Nesta’s heart raced at the thought but not in a bad way.

One reason she was still on the ship was because of her past history. The beautiful thief, They had called her. Her skills had proven quite useful to Cassian during her first mission with them.

She had held up the ruby necklace, dangling it in front of Cassian like treasure in a trove. He had smiled approvingly at her taking the necklace from her fingers.

“Turn around.“ He had said to her, She followed his instructions.

He swept her hair to the side making her breath catch at the touch. She felt the cold metal at her skin, the ruby dipping inbetween the her breast as Cassian fastened the clasp leaving the necklace around her neck.

“Now it is yours.“ He whispered in her ear taking her aback. She hadn’t expected this.

“But Captain Cass-“

“You took the necklace therefore it is yours.“ Cassian interrupted.

Nesta turned around. Her blue-grey eyes gazing at his hazel ones catching the hints of green in them this close as the sun hit them just right.

His hold still held firm. Her breast were now pressed against his muscled torso. She felt like she couldn’t breath when he was this close.

“They were right, you know?”

Nesta’s eyebrows shot up in confusion as he leaned towards her touching the necklace against her exposed flesh.

“About what?” She dared to ask concentrating on what that one hand was doing to her, Wishing that his hand would dip lower and explore other parts of her body underneath her bodice.

He leaned in towards her, his scent smelling of the ocean intoxicating her. His lips met the shell of her ear.

“You are a beautiful thief.” He whispered. Her breath hitched before he pulled away leaving her breathless as her hands went to the necklace wishing that it was his hands that were still on it.

Sighing, Nesta turned away from the ocean and gasped as Cassian popped up behind her.

“You scared me.“ Nesta exclaimed hitting his shoulder lightly as a laugh escaped him.

“I did call your name, but you seemed lost in thought.“ He stated leaning against the ship.

“You have several names for me.” She retorted earning a grin from him. “Which one did you call out?”

“Does it matter?” He asked her tilting his head to the side and stepping closer.

“Well it depends. If you called me Nes, you know how much that annoys me.”

Another playful grin. “Which is probabaly why I use it. Can’t have the crew thinking I go to easy on you. “ He told her. The corners of her mouth turnt into a smile.

“And the sweetheart?”

Cassian laughed. “Term of affection.“

She stepped closer, “Do you have terms of affection for all your crew members?” She asked, his head dipped down.

“Only the pretty ones.” He smiled gesturing his head towards Azriel. “You and Azzie should know this best.“

A laugh escaped her. She bit down on her lip before Cassian ran his thumb over it.

“You shouldn’t bite your lip my beautiful thief. What if you bite too hard and your lip starts to bleed?”

Nesta opened her mouth to form a reply as Azriel shouted Cassian‘s name causing him to look up as Azriel waved him over. Cassian sighed.

“Duty calls. Until next time my beautiful thief.“ He told her, knuckles brushing her cheek before he turned away and headed towards Azriel once more.

“Are you two ever going to do it?” A voice asked making Nesta jerk as she spun around to see Gwyn standing there.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nesta replied looking back out to the sea. as her friend took Cassian’s place. Her other friend Emerie coming to her side.

“Please Emerie and I could see the sexual tension betwesn you from the deck of the ship. It’s been two years Nesta. When are you going to take him to your bunk?”

“When fantasies become reality.” Nesta told her turning around and leaning against the ship. “Theres nothing going on between me and the captain.“

“Now who’s living in a fantasy.“ Emerie said making Gwyn laugh.

“You two are exhausting at times, You know that right?” Nesta told them. As they looped their arms around Nesta smiling at her.

“Why are you two looking at me like that?” Nesta asked.

“We’re going to get the captain to really notice you at Balthazar’s birthday tonight. It’s time to make this fantasy come true.“

“There’s no way in hell I’m wearing that.“ Nesta told Emerie as Gwyn undid the last of her braid leaving her hair down. For all the year Cassian had known her, she had never left her hair down.

Emerie looked down at the red dress looking at Nesta in question.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s red.“

“It’s crimson and it’ll match your necklace.“ Emerie replied gesturing to the necklace that laid between Nesta’s breast. “What’s your aversion to the color red anyway?”

“My mother always said it was a sinners color.“

Gwyn bit down on her lip to surpass her laugh.

”Says the beautiful thief.“ Emerie told her handing Nesta the dress.

“Touche.” Nesta replied.

“Besides, if you catch the captain‘s eye. You’ll be doing plenty of sinning tonight.” Emerie told her.

“Do you think that I’ll lie with him tonight?” She asked. Suddenly her mouth felt dry.

“Only if you want to. Despite his reputation of bedding multiple females, I hear Captain Cassian is an extraordinary lover.“ Gwyn answered.

“You’ll have to let us know if that’s true or not.” Emerie told her as Nesta slipped on the dress. Gwyn assisting her with the straps as Emerie dug around to find some makeup.

After they were done, Nesta examined herself in the mirror finding it shocking that she looked the same yet completely different,

“There. You’re perfect, Now it’s time to capture the heart of the captain.“ Emerie stated as Nesta swallowed feeling a nervous pit in her stomach.

The ship was merry with cheer and laughter as Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta settled in. The other pirates had managed to pull out the good rum.

Azriel came up to Gwyn handing her a mug of it as he asked her to dance. Her smile become brighter than the sun as she slipped her hand in his, Nesta waving her off.

Nesta‘s eyes searched for Cassian, who seemed to be no where in sight. A frown formed on her face. The lace to the bodice itching her sweating breast. It was same tonight.

“I’m going to try to go ge to us some of that rum.” Emerie stated standing up and leaving Nesta alone.

She sighed tilting her head up to the night sky Illuminating her golden brown hair with the moonlight.

“I see you saved me a seat.“ that dark delicious voice stated as Nesta‘s gaze fixated on Cassian. A flask in his hand, no doubt possessing better liquor than the one being served at this party.

“Perhaps I did,“ She told him cocking her head to the side gesturing towards the empty chair Emerie had abandoned.

Cassian sat down beside her, handing her the flask, She took it without hesitation, taking a sip of whatever was inside. The liquor warming her belly. She handed him back the flask.

“That’s definitely a liquor that will give you a nice buzz.“ She stated. Cassian smiled taking a sip from his own flask before pocketing it. Her eyebrows lifted.

“You’re not going to get sloshed with the other crew members?” She asked, he shrugged, his gaze sweeping up and down her body.

“Someone has to man the ship and keep them in line.“

”Sounds tedious.“ She stated leaning back. “Wouldn’t you rather be having fun?”

Cassian smirked, his gaze sweeping over her again, the look he was giving her was a little less subtle than before as want loomed in his features.

“There are other ways to have fun sweetheart.” He told her. Eyes flickering to the valley of her breast.

He leaned into her, Her heart pounding. that intoxicating scent of his engulfing her.

“Would you like to dance, Nes?” He breathed,

Usually the nickname would bother her. Usually she would scowl at the name. But with him being this close to her, the nickname seemed like one of the most beautiful names she had heard.

“By all means, captain, lead the way,“

A wicked, primal grin spread across Cassian‘s face before he stood up extending his hand out to Nesta. Nesta took his hand with ease, standing up as they made their way to the makeshift dance floor.

Cassian lifted her hand above her head, as she spun around laughing slightly before he pulled her close. Warn. He was so warm.

His chest pressed to the top of her breast, his calloused hand snaking around her waist as one of the sailors sang an off tuned melody.

They had danced in silence for a few moments before Cassian leaned into her.

“Did anyone tell you that you look ravishing tonight?” He asked.

Nesta lifted her chin meeting the desire in his gaze.

“You are the first that has told me that tonight.” Nesta confided in him, He moved closer to her. lining himself up with her body as she felt just how much she had affected him tonight. Her core throbbed with want. With the need for the captain to explore her body as if she was a map to one of his treasures.

“They must be drunker than I expected.” He told her. “They must be if no one has tried to take you to their cot tonight.“

Nesta‘s breath hitched. Be bold, She told herself. Her eyes met his letting him see the desire in them. Her gaze flickered to his lips.

“Perhaps who I wanted to bed me tonight wasn‘t here yet?” She told him. His grip tightened on her. His hand traveling up her back making her shudder in pleasure. His fingers gentle against her bare skin setting her body aflame.

His fingers wrapped around a strand of her hair twisting his finger around it.

“‘I’ve never seen you with your hair down before.” Cassian told her.

“It’s always a nuisance when it’s down.“ She told him. He had never been so bold with his touches before. He had always given her small touches and they barely lasted for a minute. but he wasn’t being shy about it anymore. Gods above help her.

“It looks beautiful,“ He told her, tucking some strands behind her ear. “But I think it would look better spread across my pillow.“

Her breath caught as Cassian leaned down m, his lips mere inches from her own.

“Come back to my cabin with me Nes. Let me pleasure that beautiful body of yours until your legs shake and the sun breaks the horizon.”

Nesta gazed at him, her cheeks flushed, her core throbbing as she felt the slickness build between her legs.

“Yes.” She agreed.

Cassian opened the door to his cabin as Nesta stepped in the room,looking around the tiny cabin where Cassian slept.

A map spread out across the table as Nesta’s fingers roamed over it. She felt Cassian come up behind her, his back pressing against hers feeling his hardness as his hands traveled down her shoulders.

He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, tilting her head back against him. His lips continued the exploration of her neck, his hands going to the laces of her bodice before she spun towards him.

His gaze swept across her again. His hazel eyes smoldering with that hidden flame.

“I’m surprised you wore red tonight. I thought you thought red was for sinners.“ He said his fingers going back to her laces slowly in fastening them.

“I do, but-“ She leaned in to him pressing her heated core to his hardened length. “I felt like sinning with you tonight.”

A wicked smile crossed his face as he hoisted her up on the table, palming her breast, a moan escaping from her mouth.

“I promise you’ll feel like you’ve reached heaven after I’m done with you.“

Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips firmly to hers, her back hitting the table as he climbed atop her. his hands going back to her laces.

She threw her head back exposing her throat to him as he bit down on it. Claiming her in case anyone else questioned what had occurred in this cabin.

Nesta gasped, a cry of pleasure escaping from her, the laces of her bodice finally undone as Cassian pushed her corset to the side exposing her breast to him.

“Perhaps I’m the one who has reached heaven.“ He rasped. Nesta‘s breath heavy.

His eyes swept down the length of her body. Her skirts still covering her lower half. She wished he would touch her. Wished he would claim her body with his kisses, with his touch, with his cock.

“Have you ever laid with a man before, Nesta?” He asked. A fierce blush spread across her cheeks.

“Once before.“ She told him. “It- wasn’t that memorable.” she told him. She didn’t even remember his name. Had wanted to get the virginity thing over with.

Cassian nodded kneading her breast, his thumb circling around her nipple. it pebbling underneath his touch.

“Then let me make this a night you won’t soon forget, my beautiful thief.” Cassian breathed.

Nesta‘s chest heaved as Cassian slid to his knees lifting her skirts. She had expected him to take her skirt off to leave her naked before him, she was surprised when he went underneath her skirts covering himself with them.

She felt her underwear and tights beneath being taken off first. Her head hit the table softly, her breathing labored. She did not have much experience with sex but no one had ever done this to her before.

usually with sex a person could tell what their lover was about to do, but with him beneath her skirts, what he was going to do next was left up to her imagination.

After her tights, shoes and underwear were discarded. Nesta felt Cassian‘s lips press to her inner thigh, a surprised gasp coming from her.

Woth his strength, Cassian stood Nesta up. Nesta stood there as she heard his voice from beneath her skirts.

“Spread those beautiful legs of yours further sweetheart so I can ravish in your taste.”

Nesta whimpered as she spread her legs further for him. His lips pressed firmly to her knee first, butting it slightly making her gasp out in pleasure as his lips traveled upward leaving a trail of opened mouthed kisses up her thigh, Her legs threatening to give out on her before he made it to i between her legs. To the place where she yearned for that wicked tongue of his to be the most.

Instead of his tongue finding her, his fingers slid across her wetness. A chuckle escaping from him.

“You‘re wetter than the ocean, my beautiful thief.“ He growled. Nearly making Nesta collapse against him, “I can’t wait to have your perfect taste in my mouth. But first.“

He pulled away, she cried out in protest wanting nothing more than for him to remain there. He lifted her skirts once more, That undeniable fire in his eyes marking the look on his face.

“Don’t worry my heart, I’ll be back where I belong soon enough.“

He stood towering over her yanking down her skirts and lifting her face up to meet his, she was now fully naked before him.

“But I want you to watch me while I taste that beautiful sex of yours. don’t you dare take your eyes off me. I want you to know exactly whose mouth is bringing you such pleasure.”

Nesta glanced down noticing that her necklace was still on her as she went to unclasp it, Cassian stilled her hand.

“Leave it on.“ He told her, her eyebrows rose in question.

“I want you to be bare of everything except for the one thing that symbolizes that you are mine and always have been.”

Every thought emptied from Nesta‘s mind as her hands dropped from the necklace, the metal feeling cold underneath her flushed skin.

Cassian sank to his knees.

“Eyes on me sweetheart.” He instructed placing one of her feet on his shoulder to get better access as he returned to his hungry kisses. his hand pressed firmly to her ass, supporting her as his mouth found his mark.

At the first exploration of her wetness from his tongue, Nesta cried out, knees nearly buckling with how good it felt.

He opened her further for him, his tongue exploring places where no man had been before. Nesta threw her head back, a gasp of pleasure coming from her mouth, his tongue thrusted into her once before he pulled out.

the proof of her wetness on his lips as his eyes went to hers thrusting that talented tongue into her meeting her gaze, noting the look of pleasure on hers.

She watched that head of his devour that sweet taste of hers. He hoisted her into the table once more. She cried out in surprise as he looked up at her through lowered lashes, his silky strands brushing against her stomach.

His tongue went to the bundle of nerves between her legs, swirling it around her. His long fingers plunging into her as his own moan escaped his lips vibrating through her.

He pulled away, his fingers still pumping into her as she met his eyes.

“You feel so good against my fingers, my beautiful thief, I can only imagine the ecstasy I’ll feel when I finally plunge my cock into that glorious cunt of yours.“

”Don’t be a tease.” She challenged, “Sink that enormous cock of yours in me now.“

A low laugh escaped Cassian as his free hand traveled up the length of her punching her nipple causing her to gasp.

“I want you shattered before I give you that sort of relief sweetheart. I’ve yearned to take you back to my cabin for years now and I plan to take my time with you tonight. I plan to have you scream my name so loud that you wake every sailor around us with your pleasure. Let me show you how much I can make you feel Nesta.“

Nesta nodded as his mouth went back to her causing her to moan. Her hips undulated upwards, his hand pressing them firmly down.

“Casaian.“ She cried out, “I think I’m about to-“

“Come for me, my beautiful thief. let me taste your need for me.“

With that Nesta feel apart grinding his face against her, letting him devour every last drop of her until she writhed with the pleasure from his tongue, until she felt as if every inch of her had it’s fill of his tongue against her.

Her head pressed firmly to the table as CassIan climbed up on top of her pressing a kiss to her neck. every part of her body screaming for him to be inside her. To bring her pleasure once more.

“Gods.” He whispered against the bare skin of her throat. “You tasted even better than I had ever dreamed.” 

“You dream of me?” She asked as his heated gaze met hers. Her release still on his lips as he pressed his swollen lips down to hers. 

“I always dream about you.” 

Nesta hadn’t know what came over her, but before he knew it, he was underneath her. His face registered surprise, but he didn’t protest as she sank down to her knees pulling down his pants as his cock sprung free. Lookin g more enormous than she had expected. She marveled at every inch of him. Of that glorious cock she had dreamed of multiple times. 

“I dream about you too.” She told him, his hand going to her hair stroking it. “I dream about wrapping my lips around that glorious cock of yours taking every inch of you inside of it. Sometimes I even dream about you fucking my mouth, even to the point where i’m gagging on it.”

His hands tightened in her hair as her hand wrapped around his cock stroking him. Marveling at every glorious inch. 

“I dream of it so much that sometimes in the middle of the night, I wake so desperate with the need for you that I think of you when my hands are between my legs. Imagine its you when I plunge my fingers so deep into myself that I cant stand it. But I doubt that’s not what you want to hear right now.” 

Her mouth curved into the hint of a smile. “Right now I can sense that there’s something else you want me to be doing with my mouth.” 

Cassian let out a breath before Nesta sank her mouth onto his cock causing him to cry out. She felt a surge of power in the sound and took him deeper. As deep as she dared, but it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough until he every inch of his cock was in her mouth. 

She relaxed her throat looking up at him with lowered lashes. A plea in her eyes. Understanding crossed his features, As his hand plunged into her hair and he thrusted up into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. 

“What was that about gagging?” He growled. Shoving himself deeper. A wicked smirk crossing his face. “Oh now I remember.” 

He thrusted up deeper into her mouth until his cock was fully in her mouth making her gag slightly. Her spit coating his cock making it easier to take him in her mouth as he fucked her with his cock. 

He wrapped her hair around his hand using it as guidance as he thrusted into her over and over. She didn’t mind though. Loved the thought of him fucking her mouth until he came from the pleasure of it. 

She flicked her tongue up causing him to growl out in pleasure. 

“Now the real question is, do I want to come in this pretty mouth of yours or in that beautiful sex.” 

She hadn’t know he was that close to release before he took his aching cock out of her mouth surprising her as he pulled her to her feet, throwing her over his shoulder as he laid her on his cot. Her body plunging deep into it. 

Her wetness was slick against her as Cassian positioned her to her knees. 

“This is the perfect position so you an feel every inch of me when I release inside you.” 

Gods did she want that. as she felt Cassian line himself up at her entrance. 

“Are you sure about this Nesta?” He asked. 

“Yes Cassian. Please don’t me wait any longer.” She told him. 

That was all the encouragement he needed as he plunged inside of her to the hilt, She cried out using her arms as support to keep her upright as Cassian retreated and plunged back into her. 

“Fuck.” He growled out. “I’m not going to last long.” 

“Then make it worth the time you have.” She told him. 

His hands went back to her hair, using it to pull her back against him as he plunged into her with mighty powerful thrust. Noises that she didn't know she was capable of making flew from her mouth as he claimed every inch of her he could. 

“Fuck. He growled out again as he bit down on her throat release barreling towards him as Nesta felt her own release coming on. 

“Come with me Nesta.” He told her as she felt the first few splashes of his release deep inside of her. 

She sobbed as her own release rocked through her, as his release shot deep in her, the warmth from that glorious seed of his going deep inside of her as he rode his release until he was spent and they both collapsed on from their pleasure. 

His cum seeped down her legs as he pulled her close, breath heavy. 

“That was-” He started. 

“I know.” She breathed as his hand traveled to her necklace. to the rubied heart that was on it. 

“You called me your heart.” She stated turning to meet his eyes as he pressed a kiss to her mouth. 

“Do you not like the nickname? I thought it would be more fitting than my beautiful thief.” 

Nesta smiled pressing her lips to his as his hands roamed her waist. 

“I love it.” She whispered “But why my heart?” 

He looked down to her, a look of fondness and something more lingering in his gaze. 

“Because you are my true north, you are the heart of my ocean, the one who keeps me grounded and points me to my way home.” 

Tears slipped from Nesta’s eyes before she said. 

“And you are mine.” She claimed as her mouth went to his again and they revealed in the pleasure of each other until the sun met the horizon signaling the new day awaiting their next adventure. 

[daaziscoolbesties]

minecraft endermen are really weird. theyre unnatural and make me feel off.

when i was a small child like seven years ago i would always play minecraft on creative mode and i made an ugly ass enderman "farm" made out of bricks. i had an enderman spawn egg and id just spam it and the enderman couldnt get out (so i thought). anyways having them in this enclosure was probably so i could feel "powerful" over them because to date theyre still the only mob in minecraft that makes me anxious. even above skeletons(which i used to have a horrible fear of (the real life ones not mc ones)) and spiders (which i still have a horrible fear of (again the real life ones not mc)). anyways the endermen just ended up completely teleporting out of the farm and i checked on my world the next day and they were all gone and i didnt appreciate it (this was the same world where my brother blew up my pets but thats a different story).

anyways back to endermen. besides the fact that i just didnt like dying and i did like building ugly structures, one of the main reasons i didnt play survival much for a while, or if i did id put it on peaceful, was because of the enderman. every time i passed one my heart would drop and if i happened to look it in the eye on accident my throat would feel like its closing up and idk why. if it sounds like im bullshitting you or not remembering correctly i swear im not because it still happens actually.

i play survival a ton more now simply because i enjoy it more, it feels like theres actually a goal to achieve, but i never really make efforts toward said goal(ya know, beating the dragon). none of my worlds are really created with the intention of beating the dragon, and therefore i dont have to worry about endermen. if i happen to be outside my house and theres one there, no worries i just wait for it to go away. it may spook me for a sec but im fine.

but recently me and my sister started a world with the sole purpose of beating the dragon. we may have cheated a little (like putting on keep inventory cause honestly we both suck at pvp and have died so many times) but its okay cause thats it. we still have to fight endermen to get pearls for the end portal. and so we were hanging out in the nether and made a little two block tall hidey hole and id stand by the front and taunt endermen to get them to come close so i could kill them without them being able to get to me and it worked really well actually. except for the fact that to get them to come near i had to get them to aggro onto me and to do that i have to look them in the eye and you know where this is going. and so i was like "it has been so long since i looked an enderman in the eye surely i cant still be scared of them" and i turn to my sister like "<sister> you stay in the hole ill get us some pearls"

so i go out and taunt the dudes and guess what bitch got the pit in their stomach from these fuckers!! thats right bestie and my throat started to close up and i started talking to my sister again but i could tell me voice was off from it and i dont know why it happens but it pisses me off. like theyre not even scary looking theyre just a bit odd. and i continue to do this and kill the endermen and it just. doesnt. stop. my throat keeps closing up and im not "in pain" or anything just inconvenienced like what the fuck dude its a bunch of fucking pixels. i dont know its weird.

and now this part is gonna sound super fuckin stupid but ever since i started watching dsmp i immediately got attached to ranboo (cc! and c!) and knowing that c!ranboo was half enderman made me really think "hm endermen arent that bad. granted i havent interacted with one in a while but still not that bad. perhaps my favorite hostile mob" because you know people get attached to characters and think dumb things. and then again ranboo's character straight up existing and also this one specific headcanon i saw that was like "endermen use telepathy to talk so when a player looks at them all their thoughts get projected into them and it hurts their brain :((" makes me feel kinda bad for aggro-ing them and killing them again even though its literally just some pixels dude. my brain is not kind to me about this stuff and its really dumb.

i dont know what about the endermen staring back at me sets off the sort of fight-or-flight that makes me unable to breathe for a second but its something. its not the fact that their jaws basically unhinge when theyre mad because the throat closing up sensation happens before that. it happens when i look at an enderman and it looks back up at me and holds my gaze. i dont know. i dont know why im worked up(even slightly) over a video game. theyre still my favorite hostile mob i think (not just because of ranboo honestly the other hostile mobs just kinda suck).

and also i like the idea of how humanoid they are. not human. humanoid. they have the basic aspects of a minecraft human- square, head, torso, legs, arms, eyes. most mc skins dont even have mouths anyways just eyes. but the endermen have these features differently than us. their eyes are unnatural, legs and arms too long, body all one color, one that can blend in, and you can only see its purple eyes staring you down from a distance. theyre basically just cryptids.

despite skeletons and even zombies looking closer to the player than the endermen, they still seem the most human-like of all of the mobs. they arent aggressive unless provoked. they dont like eye contact(socially awkward). they like picking up stuff and moving it around. theyre curious (i cant explain this one they just are, okay?). even the sounds they make are just phrases like "hey" "hello" "whats up" distorted and in reverse.

i want to know more about them.

i want to know where they came from.

why theyre found in every dimension.

why they sound like us.

i want explanations, i want to know why they scare us.

i want to know if they know.

if they know that we're like them in some way.

that some of us dont mean harm, but for others thats all they want to do to the endermen.

i saw a post once that said "what taught humans to be wary of things that look human, but arent?" i believe the phenomenon is called uncanny valley. what if in the minecraft universe, the thing that taught us that was endermen. or rather, the thing that taught the endermen that was us? because again, the endermen pose no threat to us unless theyre provoked. by one of us. the endermen try to communicate with us- "⊑⟒⊬" "⍙⊑⏃⏁⌇ ⎍⌿?"- but we kill them without reason. thats why they dont like eye contact, its been ingrained in them through evolution that eye contact with a human/player will end in death, and they dont want it to be theirs, so they attack first.

we- or rather, the first minecrafters, maybe (in the lore(?)) people before the game, taught the endermen to fear us. i mean we literally kill them, use their remains to enter their home dimension, and then kill their leader/mother. they do their best to stop us, but we can respawn and they cant. and then, some people even go as far as to make farms, having them all spawn in one place, crowded, cant teleport out- their only defense mechanism gone- and then are slaughtered for their pearls. and due to the mass of these farms there will be chests upon chests full of pearls that no one's using, i saw someone the other day ask what people do with them and someone straight up said they just burn them like god what a waste.

"but izzy, players make mob farms all the time and not just for endermen!!!1!!11! why are the endermen ones so bad why are you only talking about those1!1!1!!!1" 1) because i can, 2) this is an endermen-themed post, and 3) i dont like the other mobs. and of course im not actually mad at the players who like beating the game and making endermen farms and such, i mean thats what it is its all just a game just a bunch of code, 0's and 1's, so why does it matter why bother writing a whole post on it?

because when you look paste the game, when you read in between those ones and zeroes and discover this non-intentional lore, it can make things so much more,, interesting. this is fanfic material. hell, its probably fanart material too. its all for the content to see what the community can create i guess. or maybe i just really like talking about endermen and this has been on my mind for two days now and once i started typing i couldnt stop.

but yeah, thats my final thoughts.

we, humans, experience uncanny valley about the endermen.

but the endermen experience uncanny valley about the players.

[xxprettymintypeachxx]

Okay um so some thoughts bc i um yeah🥴

I can notttt stop thinking of being bent over someones desk and being fucked against it and like thinking of maybe we're doing some pet play and I have a leash and collar on and you tie me to your desk so that I can lay under it by your feet until youre done with your work (say you work from home or something) and maybe just maybe you end up having a stressful day whats better than using my mouth until your about to cum and then pulling back just in time to cum all over my face and chest? And then maybe you untie the leash and pull me up but quickly turn me around and bend me over your desk not caring that theres still some pens laying about on top (you put everything of importance away already) and so there I am bent over your desk and ofc im wearing a skirt with no underwear so you can easily see how wet I am from just you using my mouth and you tease me by running your hands up my thighs just barely ghosting my core until im begging maybe pushing myself down against your hand only for you to spank me and say "stay still and take it pup" only for me to whine and nod and stop moving and you continue to tease me with your fingers until im begging again so you finally slip in a couple of fingers only for my knees to get wobbly as I lean more on the desk body all smooshed against it definitely leaving some imprint marks and as im begging you for more you take out your fingers and grab a ruler and tell me to count I nod and you start spanking me some more with each hit is a small jolt and a moan of a number until you get to 15 and my ass is stinging just enough for tears to be in my eyes and you start massaging my ass admiring how red it is and I beg for you to fuck me now saying " oh please please fuck me been good so needy please" you decide to take pitty on me and decide to slip inside me and I moan and try pushing back against you and you press me further into the desk and lean down by my ear to say "ah ah good pups stay still you can cum when you want but we're not done until i cum all over that pretty ass of yours" I moan and nod and you start thrusting in and out at a decent pace as you praise me saying "good girl sometimes pretty little fuck toys just need to get used huh?" I can only moan in response already feeling an orgasm building up a bit in the pit of my stomach " you tug at my leash to have my head proped up as you tell me that im practically dripping with how wet I am I nod and focus on just how good you fill me hitting all the right spots I moan loudly as im suddenly swept away with an orgasm you slow down a little to help me through it before picking back up your pace telling me "god such a needy little thing arent you already cumming for me and yet your cunt still sucking me back in again and again" and I whine from the overstimulation and grip the edges of the desk to ground myself as I start feeling the building of another one i try to clench my cunt around you to warn you and all you do is reach down your hand to rub at my clit I cry out when my second orgasm hits me a couple more thrust and youre moaning as you pull out stroking your cock hard and fast until I feel you cum over my ass as we both come down from our highs I laugh and ask "bad day at work?" Only for you to laugh with me and mumble something about it being better now as you lean down to kiss me

[mtherhino]

One side, Two lives

Chapter nine

Nothing but a bad memory

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Warnings: swearing and eating disorder

Roman had woken up feeling awful and tired. He looked over at his clock and saw that it was three am. He had went to sleep at midnight.

Get up already you piece of shit. Roman sighed heavily. The voice practically never left him alone at this point.

           Roman was a pretty tolerant person. He put up with a lot even though he didn’t think he it. So the fact that he was actually annoyed and angry at this voice spoke volumes.

You know you’re a real fucking jackass sometime. Roman said as he got out of bed and headed towards his closet.

Well theres no way I could be worse than you, though that isn’t a very high bar is it? Roman paused as he was grabbing his jacket, not being able to say anything in response.

No witty retort for that huh? That’s because you know its true.

“Shut up” Roman growled to the darkness. This had become an unpleasant routine for the light side. Wake up, be insulted, pretend to eat, work on projects, workout till he felt like he might break, and then work on his projects again until he passes out. Then repeat the next day.

           Roman took a deep breath to calm himself down, he knew listening to voice wasn’t helpful for others so he tried his best not to listen. Though it did get hard when he agreed with it.

Enough talking, since I’m up early I might as well get things done. Roman though as he finished getting ready for the day and went over to his desk. He already had the next three videos planed out and scripted so he didn’t have much assigned work to do. Never the less he still pulled out his laptop and started typing out ideas that could work.  

           * time skip

Roman sighed and leaned back in his chair. He just finished writing out the next video, all he had to do now is finish putting the script together. He got up to stretch and checked the time. He was a bit surprise to see it was already nine am.

“Shit, I didn’t think it would take me that long.” The prince cursed to himself.

This is why you have to wake up early. Sleeping is a waste of time since you clearly don’t have the skill it takes to get your work done like a normal person. The voice said inside his head.

“Ya I guess you have a point.” Roman said as he brushed some of the stray hairs out of his face. His stomach growled which kinda surprised him. Geez how long has it been since I last ate? Roman tried to think and realize he hadn’t eaten in three days. Well shit, guess I have to eat today.

Technically you don’t have too. The voice said in a cruel tone. Roman rolled his eyes. I don’t want to but if I don’t I’ll pass out and I need to finish this script. The voice grumbled and that was as close as it ever came to agreeing with Roman.  

           The creative side walked out of his room and down the stairs. He didn’t hear anyone else up so he didn’t bother to shape shift yet. He walked into the still dark kitchen and went to grab an apple from a boll on the counter. Kinda odd that Patton isn’t up yet. Maybe he’s taking a second chill day or something. Roman thought to himself.

           He looked down at the apple in his hand and his face twisted in disgust. The idea of eating, it was just, not fun. It’s hard to explain. He felt like he was going to eat poison instead of normal food. Like eating would cause him some sort of disease. It’s just an apple, come on Roman. The creative side took a bite of the apple and chewed. Dammit why must this be so hard.

The prince somehow finished the apple and threw away the pit. He went back to his room and went over to his mirror. He had been rather cautious with going into the imagination ever since the voice had come back. It always got so much louder there that Roman had a hard time remembering that the voice was in his mind and not a person talking right next to him. Roman shook his head and walked through the door. Today the imagination was a bit cloudier but the prince simply smiled at the dark clouds. Unlike most he never saw rain as a bad thing like most people did. To him the rain was calm and beautiful, something that kept the plants and animals alive.

The prince started off towards a shoreline he and his brother had made when they where younger. Right next to the water sat a large cliff and today Roman’s goal was to climb it. It made for a good workout and the danger of it all was just fun to the princely character. Once he finishes his short jog the shore he looked up at the might mountain cliff. It was hard to quite see the top from his point of view and it made the creative side smile at the challenge.

           The adventurer started his climb, summoning some gloves and sneakers to make it ever so slightly easier. He was already in a more adventuresome outfit, jeans and an old shirt and jacket, but he had a certain pair of sneakers that where specifically for this. He started his way up (not using a rope but meh, who needs them) and was making decent time, especially considering his lack of sleep and food recently.

When he was half way up he looked out at the view before him. The early morning sun was shining through the clouds and onto the water making it sparkle, the wind carrying the smell of the sea. Roman smiled, he used to come here a lot when he and his brother where younger, it was one of the first places they had made.

 The memories where nice until they reach a certain point. Roman grimaced slightly, he didn’t like to think back to what happened, but the voice had brought those thoughts back to the fore front of his mind. He’s just a voice now, calm down. Roman told himself and tried to refocus on his task at hand.

Keep telling yourself that. The voice said, nearly making the prince loose his grip. He had been so lost in thought that he forgot the voice could hear everything he was thinking.

           Shut up. You’re nothing but a bad memory at this point, you have no power over me. Roman practically growled in his mind as he started to climb faster.

Do you really think that? Roman didn’t respond but kept climbing. Because he wasn’t sure. Ever since the voice had re appeared the red side had felt a feeling of dread. He didn’t like to think about the feeling too much, summing it up the feeling to unpleasant memories coming back. He shook his head and looked up, he was getting close to the top of the cliff at this point which put a small bit of ease into the prince’s mind.

           Roman was pretty tired when he finally pulled himself up to the top of the cliff. Not eating enough was starting to catch up to him and the thought made said side scowl. He sat up a little and looked around. The top of the cliff was covered in green grass that swayed in the wind and the tree line was only a few meters away. In total in was a rather lovely and calm place to be.

Maybe one of these days I’ll take Virgil here, I bet he would love the fireflies that come out at night.Roman smiled a bit at that thought, and looked up at the slightly stormy clouds. It looked like it would rain any minute and the creative side was glad he had finished his climb before that happened.

            He laid down on his back and tried to catch his breath, he was more tired than he thoughts he would be. As he looked behind him he saw a mountain in the distance and looked away. He absolutely hated that place even though he was the one who made it. That was the last place he had seen- just before he could finish the that thought a drop of rain fell on his nose.

A light rain started so the prince decided it was time to head back. He walked back to his door that was part of an ancient looking tree that was on the edge of the meadow. The entire way there the voice chastised the red side about being tired and not being strong enough. By the time Roman was back in his room his self esteem was extremely low. He changed into a pair of jeans and a comfy T-shirt and threw his now soaked outfit into a corner.

He wanted to throw himself onto his bed however sadly he knew he had work to do; but first he had to change his bandages.

His ribs were pretty much healed at this point so Roman hadn’t seen a problem with doing a bit of adventuring. He saw that it was 12 at this point and it felt like his day was dragging on forever. The prince sighed and went over to look at the work on his desk. The video he was working on was pretty simple, just Thomas having fun with his friends doing a few different challenges that have to do with musicals. He figured that he could give himself a little break and went to go get water for him and Alexander. He was certain that the others would be up at this point so he shapeshifter just a bit and made his clothes look a little bit nicer.

Man I’m using up a lot of energy today with summoning. Roman thought as he sighed and fixed his hair just a bit. He straitened his posture and strolled into the room unsurprised to see Logan writing something down at the table.

“Hey specks, what do you think of todays fine morning?” The princely character said with a faked smile. He grabbed two glasses of water and went to sit at the table. The logical side responded without even looking up from his work.

“Not bad, I was able to finish up my work pretty early so I decided to start on some of my own projects.”  A small smile was on the logical side’s face which made the prince curios. So he stood up and looked at the notebook in hand and saw a familiar creature drawn onto the page.

“How do you know about zip lions?” The creative side asked, clear confusion written on his face. Logan finally looked up.

“A zip lion?”  Roman nodded

“That’s what your drawing isn’t it? That’s clearly a drawing of Suzan, only her main looks like that.” Roman said tapping the part of the drawing that had a very fluffy main.

“So that’s what they’re  called.” Logan said looking back at his drawing. “Suzan was very nice by the way.” Roman went to go sit back in his chair.

“Yah but how do you even know her?” The logical side shrugged.

“Remus took me to the imagination yesterday.” Romans eyes went wide and he could never let up the opportunity to tease people.

“Wow didn’t know you and Remus went on a date.��� Roman said with a smirk. Logan’s face turned bright red as he looked up from his notebook. He struggled to find anything to say. It was pretty funny to watch, the same Logan who almost always had something to say was speechless and that was quite the accomplishment in Roman’s book.

“Calm down I was just messing with you.” Roman said. He liked messing with his friends but he didn’t want to ruin Remus’s chances with the nerd. Logan re adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.

“Well it most certainly wasn’t a date but it was nice. Your brother is quite the interesting person Roman.” Logan said with a soft smile. Roman smiled. He definitely has a crush on Remus. Of course instead of saying that the prince faked gaged.

“Hearing complements about my brother is killing me.” Logan rolled his eyes. The prince got up and stretched, though it did hurt his side a bit.

“Well, I have script to finish. Bye specks.” Logan nodded to him and Roman went back to his room. He gave the water to Alexander and the fly trap gave a sound similar to purring. The creative side smiled and petted the plant’s head a few times before going over to his desk. He finished up his work relatively quickly and putt his materials away. He didn’t have much else to do so he decided that he would just watch some Disney shows.

           After selecting Gravity Falls the creative side jumped into his bed and wrapped himself in a blanket. Since the day had been rather stressful he decided that he would try to relax before Patton called them all to get dinner. As the prince fell asleep the voice started to think. He absolutely hated Roman but he needed him for the mean time to make his plan work. Just you wait Roman, one day, you’ll be the one that’s nothing but a bad memory.

That took a while to write. Anyways I hope you’re all thoroughly worried for the future. It’s a lot of fun to make scenes creepy and stuff. Well, that all for now humans, have a good day, bye!

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its 4 am i have no impulse control i finished writing the very bad blurb thing its ryan+min and its not good but im posting it under the cut here anyway <3 <3 (uh theres mentions/allusions toward underage drinking and also self harm and also internalized homophobia but its not like gnarly ok ok tfrtwser??????)

Min slipped his arm around Ryan’s shoulders, his hand brushing Ryan’s neck, before pulling him close for the photo. It was only a brief moment, but the afterimage of Min’s skin on his made Ryan’s hair stand on end, and his face flush. Not like the fuzz in his face from drinking when he really shouldn’t, or the warmth in his cheeks while flirting with a girl, it ran across from ear to ear, radiating heat. ‘This is wrong,’ he thought to himself, ‘This can’t keep happening.’ The click of the camera barely registered to him, the world was just noise. Just as quickly as it happened, Min was pulled away by someone at the party calling for his attention, snapping Ryan back to Earth. He placed his hand to the back of his neck, the bare air felt like ice in place of Min’s jacket. He turned his eyes back over to Min.

“Ah, uh, thank you...!” Min called back to whoever with a sheepish chuckle, and Ryan’s face turned almostly morosely soft. His heart thumped harder, and harder, he could feel it in his head, and he felt fit to burst, until, “Ryan? You okay?” Min’s voice broke through the dead air of the dance music, and Ryan looked like a deer in headlights.

“Uhh I….” Ryan spoke hesitantly, what he’d wanted to say all night and for who knows how long before bubbling up in his chest. He looked Min in the face only for a moment, and his throat suddenly felt strangled, “I just…. Uhh….” Ryan glanced around the room for a moment, before taking in a breath, “I…. kinda feel like…. I’m, uh, forgetting something important….” He made something up.

“Uhhh…. Oh, did you remember to put your guitar back in the van after the show?” Min gestured to the backstage door off to his right. Ryan snapped his fingers, “Y’know, I…. don’t remember! Better go check,” Ryan forced a laugh, slipping past Min, “Make sure no one’s touchin’ the goods. Be right back!” Ryan pushed his way past the other partygoers and backstage as quickly as he could, leaning against the door behind him and letting out a disgruntled groan. “What is wrong with you?” He whispered to himself, pausing a moment before standing back up straight. To his surprise, there, still backstage, was in fact his guitar, or at least the case. His brows furrowed, of course he really forgot that. Such an empty headed move. Ryan went and checked the case for all his things. Guitar, picks, strings, everything was where it was supposed to be, so he zipped it up and carried it out the back door to the tour van.

Walking round the side, he brushed his hand against the uneven surface, covered in slightly chipped paint from the Chicken Choice Judy mural he and Min painted on it about a year or so ago, before getting to the back doors. His mind raced as he placed his case in the back of the van, ‘You shouldn’t say anything to him. You have something good now, you can’t ruin it,’ Ryan studied the stickers on his guitar case, the razor blade in particular stuck out in his mind, and a quiet wave of a dull, stinging phantom pain washed over his thighs, ‘Not again.’ He shook his head a moment, before sighing deeply, and closing the van doors. Turning to leave, he let out a startled yelp, seeing a figure standing behind him.

“Woah, woah, it’s just me!” 

It was Min.

“Dude, don’t sneak up on me like that...!” Ryan scrambled to play it off cool, but Min gave him a puzzled look. 

“I... called your name, like, twice.”

“Oh….”

Ryan cleared his throat, and smiled nervously, “Sorry, guess I just got a little, uh….” He glanced at the van for a second, “...Lost in thought.”

“Yeah, are you…. Sure you’re okay?” Ryan could hear Min’s voice starting to go soft, the kind of soft it gets when he’s worried, and his heart rose up to the end of his throat. Ryan forced a smile and gave a dismissive gesture,

“Yeah, of course! Just got hit with lots of ehh, song ideas and, y’know how I think at, like, a thousand miles a minute, I probably just didn’t notice!” He chuckled, slipping past Min again, barely looking him in the face at all, “Nothin’ to worry about!”

“Ryan,” Min’s voice stopped Ryan in his tracks. It wasn’t upset, or angry, just…. Worried, and…. Disappointed? Regardless, it dropped Ryan’s heart like an anvil from his throat to the pit of his stomach. “You know you can talk to me,” Min placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to, I just want to be there for you.” His voice was so tender. Ryan turned only slightly, just to look at Min, whose concerned expression turned to a gentle, reassuring smile at seeing his face.

Ryan looked away, folding his arms just a bit, and Min’s hand brushed down Ryan’s shoulder to his back, slowly at first. It felt almost as if it pulled Ryan’s breath in, and Ryan closed his eyes. In that same motion, as Min’s hand pressed against Ryan’s back, travelling back up, it pulled the words right out from his lips.

“Min-Gi, I’m in love with you.”

The silence that set in deafened Ryan, his vital organs felt as though they’d been filled and bruised with boulders, and his head burned a dizzying burn, as if the fire and brimstone of Hell were trying to crawl out of his body for the unholy thing he’d just said. He opened his eyes, to see Min, red faced and shocked, and he clenched the leather of his jacket sleeves tightly in hand. The choking feeling in his throat came back, and he couldn’t bear to look at Min, “I….” His shaky voice barely scraped above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I…. I know it’s crazy, but…. Just…. I….” He started to trail off as the heat in his face brought out tears in his eyes, when Min’s hand suddenly pressed against Ryan’s back, pulling him into an embrace. 

Ryan’s eyes were wide, as Min held him close with one arm, and the other stroked the back of his head, fingers combing through his hair, Min’s breath shooting down his neck and his ear as Min whispered in a voice only for him, “I love you, too, Ryan.”

Time stopped. Ryan’s tense body softened, and he wrapped his arms around Min’s waist, burying his face against the crook of his neck. For what felt like an eternity and yet not long enough, they held each other there in the parking lot of a dingy local live venue, just a few minutes out from Min’s college campus, although it felt like anything but. Until Ryan sniffled, and Min pulled away in concern. “Ryan, are you…?” The salty burn of tears bore into Ryan’s cheeks, but there was a smile on his face, and Min smiled back, wiping Ryan’s cheek with his thumb, “Geez, you had me worried there.” They both snickered, “Sorry, sorry….” Ryan’s voice was still a little weak as he sniffled again, and wiped his eyes with the heels of his palms, groaning. 

There was a beat of silence, before Ryan spoke up again, “You…. Really mean that.… Yeah?” He only realized how silly a question it sounded after he said it.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I…?”

“I…. Dunno…. I guess I was just…. Nervous…?” Ryan shrugged, his voice trailing off a bit, “I dunno.”

“What’d you think was gonna happen?” Min’s face turned from humored to concerned.

“I…. I guess, I was worried that you’d…. Not…. Wanna be around me anymore, if I told you, I mean. So….”

Min paused a moment, before smiling again, “Ryan, you’d be my best friend before anything else, even if I didn’t feel the same. When I said you’re stuck with me, I meant it.” He laughed, and Ryan did, too.

“You said that, like, what? 2-ish years ago?”

“And I’ve been with you ever since, haven’t I?”

“Fair point!” Ryan chuckled and sighed. He fell against Min’s chest again, snaking his arms up and around his neck. “I’m glad.”

Min’s face turned soft, and he pressed his face into Ryan’s hair, stroking his back with one hand, swaying ever so slightly together. It didn’t take long before Min mindlessly pressed a kiss against Ryan’s head, and Ryan looked up at him with a surprised smile. Min looked slightly confused for a brief moment before fully processing what he’d just done and getting flustered, “Ah, sorry, was…. That too forward?” Ryan didn’t reply, not with words, he just cupped Min’s face in one of his hands, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his lips to Min’s. It was only a brief moment, but the sensation of Ryan’s lips on his burned into Min, who smiled and laughed nervously. “Too forward?” Ryan teased, and they both chuckled.

Suddenly, the sound of the back door to the venue caused the pair to part in a panic. “Oh, there you guys are. What’re you doin out here? Party’s not over yet!” A woman in orange flannel called out to them, and they looked at each other a moment. Ryan gave a disinterested shrug, and Min nodded. “I…. think we’re gonna have to head out early. Long day and stuff. Sorry!” Min called back to the woman, and she shrugged, “Suit yourself.” before going back inside. Ryan shuffled around in his pocket for a moment, before pulling out the keys to the van, smiling at Min, and eagerly hopping round to the driver’s side of the car. Min paused, and touched his lips with his fingers a moment, before getting a goofy grin and following suit to the passenger side.

Ryan started the engine as Min closed his door, and after shifting into gear, Ryan’s hand slid from the stick to Min’s hand, which rest on the compartment between their seats, and gave it a squeeze. Min tried to fight the silly look on his face, “Both hands on the wheel, uh…. dork.” 

Ryan laughed, “You totally wanted to call me something else, didn’t you?” Min stammered over his words, much to Ryan’s amusement, “It’s okay, you can call me “babe” if you wanna.” he teased and winked, and Min covered his face with his hand as it heated up. “Cute!” Ryan chuckled again, “Shut up and drive!” Min groaned, barely concealing his own laughter, “Alright, alright! No need to be pushy!” Ryan joked, before pulling out of the lot, and driving off.

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[ Tanjiro Headcanons To Fuel The Fluff/Angst Tank ]

He Is Baby™ thank you very much and i love him with my whole heart

- hi hello i would like to share my thoughts on this baby cause i love him v much

- he gives me the vibe that he would def love anything strawberry related. like strawberry milk, strawberry shortcake, strawberry yogurt- the list goes ON

- he would eat them more often if they weren't so godamn expensive, and most of the time you can only find those kinds of products when in the city and he mostly travels through the woods rather than through heavily populated areas. he does get them when he can though, and usually has some stocked up when he and nezuko leave rural areas

- thats not the only fruit he likes though! hes also a huge fan of cherries but he gets those even less since they're even MORE expensive. he also very much likes mint chocolate chip icecream! something about the clash of dark chocolate and refreshing mint is just so good to him, and usually he’ll try to look for that specific flavor if theres any icecream places nearby. my basis for that?

- thankfully though he doesnt really buy things from others since he just gets most of his food from the surrounding forest. you see, tanjiro literally lived in the woodlands for most of his early life before the whole 'incident', so hes accustomed to being more of a hunter-gatherer when it comes to those sorts of things

- he knows a whole bunch of stuff about forest plants and topography for that reason specifically, and can make food out of pretty much nothing due to having to go through some rough winter times that required scavenging

- overall though hes a pretty good cook! his father and mother both liked to cook and bake and all that before they died, and, being eager to help and learn, he usually watched them when they did or asked to help with preparing the food

- he actually probably has a lot of domestic skills, now that i think about it. things like sewing up ripped clothing or repairing damaged items are almost muscle memory to him since he was raised to value what he had and not aimlessly spend his money due to his humble beginnings

- he’s actually more comfortable with simple things rather than lavish ones since thats what he grew up with. being a demon slayer means that he does get commissioned to do things sometimes or paid for it, but he usually gives most of his money to poeple who need it after spending some of what he has on more efficient and useful things like better fabric for clothes and repairs for things that he doesn't have the skill set to fix himself

- due to this humble attitude he has for things, he barely ever really treats himself to things he enjoys. he usually puts others before himself and thus forgets about his own needs, leading him to often deny taking care of himself if he deems to 'not have enough time' or 'not being important enough”

- usually forcing him to sit down and eat or at least take a moment to drink some tea can calm his nerves a ton, even if its only just for a second

- i'm pretty sure that his favorite drink is green tea (or strawberry milk), actually. its just so naturally calming and relaxing that he usually uses it as a staple for calming himself down or taking a breather from the stressful life he's lead so far

- for someone that barely takes care of himself hes awfully adamant about others taking acare of themselves. oh, you haven't slept in three days because of work? guess what you're going to sleep right now. no, dont Mention how he keeps moving even though he should be in bed because of a broken rib, your needs come first now go to sleep

- deeefinitely the mom friend type in more ways then one. its p obvious that he already takes care of Nezuko, Zenitsu and Inosuke as good friends of his, but hes kinda adamant on taking care of them almost like they're younger than him or something. this doesnt mean that they can’t take care of themselves of course, he just kinda feels the natural instinct to protect people he values if he can (mainly due to the fear that he’ll suddenly loose them without making it clear he cares about them first but we will unpack that suitcase LATER in the list)

-for that reason i can safely say that he's probably fantastic with kids because of his gentle nature. hes just so soft and pure that children naturally feel calm around him? its weird how like a baby will literally stop crying in a city full of people just because they saw tanjiro wave and smile at them and as SOON as hes out of eyesight they start crying again. also tanjiro holding a baby? you CANNOT tell me this man wouldnt softly sing some lullaby he remembers from his childhood to a child cradled in his arms, fast asleep. and the smile he gives to the person who finds him like that is BLINDING i cannot comprehend the purity-

-the EXACT same thing goes for animals. its straight up canon that he understands (to an extent) what birds are saying when they're chirping to one another, so its probably safe to assume that he might understand a little bit of what other animals may be saying when they communicate

- yet another effect of living in the forest most of his life and being way too observant at his age :p

- when dogs bark he responds to them out of instinct, knowing what they mean. when some pig just randomly snorts at him don't be surprised when he just says "oh, thank you!" in the most earnest tone possible because he probably knows what the animal said and is responding to it honestly. answering like he's pretending to know what it means would be dishonest, and thats too out of character for the sunshine boy

-its also gotta be mentioned that tanjiro physically rejects the concept of being dishonest. i swear to god I'm not making this up- when hes lying its so easy to tell because his face is physically rejecting the concept that hes not being sincere

-this goes for pretty much anything- he cant really blatantly lie without shifting in place or making a weird expression. its no expection that when asked about his feelings that he can barely keep a straight face by saying that he's "okay"

-theres just so much pent up grief and sorrow for so many things that its hard to really say that he's "just fine" or "alright" some days. the accumulation of trauma and guilt has lead up to this constant dread boiling in the pit of his stomach that he'll fail one day, and this would've been all for nothing

-he'll die one day without his goals being met, without Nezuko being healed, without his friends safe, without so many things that he thought he could fix that will eat him up until he fixes them. he doesn't have frequent depressive episodes all that often anymore since Sakonji helped him with that (kind of, it was kind of a group effort by his other superiors, the Pillars, too with some reassurance and advice since a good portion have Been There Done That with the survivor’s guilt and the like) in terms of teaching him how to meditate more frequently and search for positive outlets for his negative feelings. he helped him accept that it was okay to feel bad about it, but he couldn't give up, no matter what. because “What worth was your dream if you just gave up in the end?”

-and so he doesn't. he never gives up, on anything. he refuses to give up when his friends are in danger and the odds are against him, or when hes face to face with an eldritch demon who's been alive longer than the numbers he can count. tanjiro is incredibly persistent in his efforts, big or small, and makes a conscious decision every time to not abandon what he worked for because the phrase "What worth was your dream if you just gave up in the end?" motivates him to be better than who he was yesterday and try his best to reach his dreams

- because of this he's a heavy believer that most people can change. i say most because I'm pretty sure he knows Muzan will never change, or some of the other terrible people in the world. he's accepted over time that he can’t help everyone, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try his hardest in figuring ot if they are truly, genuinely, capable of being better. so he's incredibly supportive of people who actually do make efforts to improve themselves because he knows how hard it is to come from such a bad situation/bad mindset and reteach good values and habits

- that doesn't mean that poeple are expempt from their punishments of course- everyone deserves the consequences of their actions to be better to know what to improve on, but he has sympathy for the poeple who's consequences stop their lives short (example, countless demons that he feels terrible for because they came from really bad situations)

-since he knows how hard it is to improve on anything- he’s very very supportive to people who do that for themselves or for others. in fact, he would go out of his way for about anyone to make their life a little better but if he sees someone struggling their way to their personal best he'll happily be a help to them in any way that they can. oh, you were training really hard today and had no success in perfecting a certain technique? its alright, you can just lay down right now while he fixes your bath water and tomorrow he'll help you out with it in any way he can. hes the best cheerleader!

-overall tanjiro is very sweet and kind, even though he has personal problems with his own demons and feeling as if he's a burden most of the time. for all this suffering, he views the prosperity of the people around him worth it and is selfless to the end of the line for those whom he cares about

[ ~Thank You For Reading!~ ]

[futurewriter2000]

Convince me

A/N: This took me so long and no I won’t edit it because I just don’t want to read it again. I’m just gonna listen to my George Michael and chill at 2am.

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x reader

REQUEST: Could you do a Fred Weasley x Reader when their in their fourth year where they both are secretly in love with eachother. But one day George asks somethin like what do you like in a guy and since shes a few months older then them she jokingly says she likes older men. Later Percy asks her out she says no but Fred doesn't know that and thinks she said yes cause "she likes older men". And theres angst and stuff.

XX

 Sometimes you couldn’t describe what you felt. You knew exactly when you were angry; the gritting of your teeth, heart pumping faster, blood reaching your cheeks, nerves thinning, brain clouded... or when you were sad; usually feeling like your heart was in a dark pit, floating in a shallow sea of sorrow. 

But this feeling- this emotion- this whatever this is, you couldn’t describe it with words. You couldn’t even figure it out what this really was. It wasn’t just an affinity, nor attrection and desire but it wasn’t love either. So what was it? 

When your eyes meet, your heart stops for a second and it starts pounding in your chest. When his smile reaches his cheeks and is directed to you, your hands become clammy and feel yourself get sweaty. When he speaks with his voice, your stomach twists and starts doing rhythmic gymnastics but what happens when he’s close and his hand brushes against yours?- Combination of chaos, hormones and emotions. A mess to put it subtle.

“Hey, Cherry.” you snapped your head at the ginger boy, your eyes narrowing at him. 

Cherry. The nickname George and Fred thought of when they pulled a hair-colouring prank on you. Your hair was vibrant red, sticking out in every direction and because of the poor inovention, it kept letting red drops fall on the ground, turning them into cherries. It kept going on for three days. 

“Stop calling me that, George. If anyones hair is cherry, it’s yours.” you rolled your eyes at him. 

“George? What in the right mind made you think I am George and not Fred.” he scrunched his eyebrows together and crossed his arms over his chest as if he was offended. 

You could only wish it was Fred talking to you at the moment but he wasn’t. It was his brother. His taller brother whose nose was more crooked, eyes more round and brown, lips more thin yet more rosier, shoulders less broad, more brawny body and grin almost reflecting his brother’s yet with less mischief. Oh, and one more thing. You weren’t in love with George and the energy around was quite different than around Fred.

“Don’t bother, George.” you slightly pushed his shoulder so his arms uncrosed and fell down against his body. “You know it doesn’t work with me.”

He bent down, looking directly in your eyes and wondering. “You never cease to amaze me. From all the people that can tell us apart, you are the only one.” 

A blush crept on your cheeks, flattered by his words. “You make me swoon with your choice in words,George Weasley.” you crinckled your nose at him and started walking forward. 

Yet, he was more nervous when he walked. Tensed as even, You quirked an eyevrow at him and he smiled awkwardly. “Swoon, you say, I wouldn’t be surprised because, well...” he stopped in front of you, showing himself off. “Look at me.”

“I am.” you narrowed your eyes. “Can’t say I see much.” you joked and he let out a scoff.

“Oh, okay Mrs. Heartbreaker. What is much for you?” 

You laughed at his response, looking over his shoulder and seeing a 7th year Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper laugh with his roommate. “You see that Gryffindor over-there.” you nodded behind him and he turned around to see the 7th year. 

“Really? Oliver Wood?”

“Not just him. Your brother there isn’t so bad either. It’s like killing two birds with one stone- or more likely two birds killing one stone.” you winked and George laughed.

“Percy? As in my older brother Percy??” he kept looking at you with shock.

“How older exactly?” you continued to tease.

“Like too old for your picky arse- are you serious?” he still couldn’t believe his hearing. “Percy?”

“You know what the say; the older you get the more experianced you are.” you winked at him, walking away as his mouth fell agape. 

“Your dirty mind cannot compare to your innocent name, Cherry.” he spoke behind you.

“It’s always the most innoncent that are the wildest in bed.” you turned around with a grin, waved at him and left for your dorms.

And it was not all lie. You liked Percy even if he was a stuck up sometimes, he could really be sweet with you, caring even. You’ve never seen Percy Weasley rested nor relaxed. He was always trying to achieve something. His ambitions drove his mind almost to insanity.

Yet, you remembered this one day, back in your 2nd Year, he was sleeping in the library. His head was supported by his hand and his horn-rimmed glasses were on the pile of papers, his other hand on top of a few open books that were on top of some other closed books. And though at the time, you and Percy only exchanged a nodd or a simple “hi”, you decided to wake the Prefect up. 

‘ Your hand touched his shoulder and you rocked him gently. “Percy.” you spoke very quietly, trying not to frighten him. “Percy.” you tried again and he opened his eyes slowly. They were just like Fred’s, you noticed. When his mind awoke as well, he jumped up-straiht and started looking around. 

“Merlin! What time is it?!” he shouted and you shushed him.

“It’s late. That’s why I woke you up.” 

He looked up, calmed down and smiled softly. “You’re (y/n), right?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes. That’s me.” you kept smiling. “I didn’t know you knew my real name due to your brothers always calling me Cherry.” 

“My brother’s can quite step over the limit but they don’t mean harm.” he smiled as well. It was as if you were looking a completely different side of him. “Sit.” he offered, gesturing his hand to the chair. “I hear you’re doing great in all of your classess except Charms. I could tutor you if you would like.” 

“YES!” you blurted out desperatly. “I mean...” you looked down with a blush and fumbled your fingers. “I’d love to.” ‘ 

Charms was always hell for you. Always. Since the first year and you could notice that Flitwick wasn’t very fond of you as well. Fred and George, as great as they were with Charms, were never much on school and tutoring after-school hours wasn’t their idea of living. So, Percy was the one who always helped you with your school work, especially Charms and since that night, you got to know a completely different side of him. He could be patient and sweet. He takes his time with explaining how to do a wand movement or how to figure out Arithmancy when you decided to take the class.  

Yes, you liked Percy Weasley but he wasn’t his brother. He wasn’t Fred. He wasn’t the one you felt a mess for.

---

It was odd though. The next time you saw Percy, he was a bit on edge. He kept playing with his fingers, his mouth kept being curved up into this awkward smile and his voice kept shaking- speaking far too quickly for your ears to catch his words.

“Percy.” you put your hand on his, looking into his eyes. “You keep bouncing your leg and that is really distracting. I can’t concentrate.”

He sat solid on that chair like a rock, watching you back before shaking his head and smiling softly.” Sorry. I’m just a bit nervous.”

“May I ask you why?” you smiled and dropped down your pen to listen.

“Uhm...” he chuckled awkwardly, avoiding your eyes. “Well, George told me you fancied me for a while and I sort of fancy you back but I never wanted to say anything because of the-” he stopped for a while, reading your expression that stayed just the same as he started telling you this.”-age thing.” he continued with caution. “But he said you actually prefer that so I thought, maybe. if you want, we can go to Hogsmeade together next week?” 

You stared, empty for words, confused at what he just said,- what? What just happened?

“Percy...” you started with a disappointing sigh, seeing as his shoulders dropped. 

“It’s alright. I knew-”

“No, Percy. I do like you and if I do go on the Hogsmeade date with you, what would happen after? After you grauate and leave. I still have 3 years of Hogwarts left and you have a carrier to think about.” you smiled and put your hand on top of his. You could see his mind clear up, the pieces coming together. “Plus...I know you are still in love with Penny and I- well, I’m also in love with somebody else.”

You could see him exhale the breath he was holding it. In a way, he expected to be disappointed but if he was honest with himself, he was actually relieved. 

“Does that someone else have to do with my brother?” he smirked at you and you felt your eyes widen at him. 

He knew!

“You knew!” 

“The puppy eyes, the obvious red stain on your cheeks. It doesn’t take a genious to figure out.” he chuckled and leaned back on the chair.

“Yeah, well obviously it takes your brother quite some time to figure it out.” you sighed and leaned back as well.

“Just tell him then.”

“You tell Penny.” you snapped back.

“Tell her what?”

“That you want her back.”

“I do not!” he denied but you knew he was lying through his front teeth. You fixiated your gaze on him and he smiled awkwardly. “Perhaps I do but like you said, my Hogwarts years are coming to an end and we’re both going seperate way. All I want to say to you is that don’t wait as long as I did.” 

---

The next time you saw Fred Weasley, he wasn’t in his best of moods. You walked in the Gryffindor common room and saw two red-heads together, whispering. 

You rolled your eyes and made your way to the armchair opposite. “Hey, there strangers.”

Their heads popped up. George smiled meanwhile Fred didn’t. “Hey.” they both said in unison and then started whispering again. 

You knitted your eyebrows together and moved closer to them, trying to start a conversation. “What are the two of you doing?” 

“Noone of your business, Cherry.” said Fred with a forced grin. 

You leaned back, amazed by the attitude Fred just gave you and looking at George who shared the same expression as you. 

“Okay.” you said and stood up. “Guess, I’ll leave you both alone.” 

“Come on, Ch-” George tried to speak but Fred cut him off.

“Yeah. I think you know where my brother’s dorm is but I don’t think he’s there.” 

You turned around. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” Fred mumbled and turned his eyes back on the paper he was working with his brother. 

You kept looking at him. Shocked? Furious? With the most horrible feeling in our stomach? - More or so. Furious. 

“Guess, I will. He seems to be far better of a company than the two of you.” and you stomped up to the boys dormitory, walking into Percy’s room and starting to rant. “Your brother is such a prick! I cannot believe I fell for him!” you sat down on the bed and then got up again, throwing your arms around nervously. “Firstly, he’s all flirty and touchy with me! Always Cherry this, Cherry that! I honestly thought he might like me back but noooo,, not Fred-right! NOT FRED! He’s just gonna make a girl feel more daft then she already feels!” you turned to point finger at Percy who was grinning at you, flicking his eyes to his right. 

You looked to your right side only to see Oliver Wood, sitting and grinning on his bed. 

You covered your lips with your hands, feeling more embarrased than you did with Fred. “I didn’t see you there.” you spoke shyly and he just laughed. 

“I’m glad you didn’t. Then I wouldn’t see this intimidating side of you.” he said and put his hands away from the books. “So I gather you fancy Fred?”

“What gives you that idea?” you joked.

“Just a guess.” he joked as well, getting up and stretching his arms. “It’s funny because Fred fancies you back, you know?” 

“No, he doesn’t.” you laughed in denial. 

“He does?” Percy sceptically looked at Oliver. 

“Yeah.”

“I don’t believe you.” you said, still laughing. 

“Want me to prove it?” he rolled his eyes.

“How?- actually no.” you shook your head, standing up. “I- Fred doesn’t like me. He just doesn’t and he just proved it. He would never act the way he did right now.” 

“(Y/n). That’s what guys do-”

“No, no.” you shook your head. “I am better than him. Better than planning schemes and trying to prove a point.” you said and walked through the doors. 

---

Well, you thought you were better than that. Fred’s been driving you insane all week. He kept teasing you, something about dating older guys and it didn’t bother you much because you only retorded something back but he crossed the line when he told other people you were shagging one of them.

You stormed into their room, red-stained, furious. “HOW?!” you clenched your fists and stared at his eyes, meanwhile Oliver just smiled.

“Just follow my lead.”

---

You never really knew what Oliver meant by following his lead but you did what he told you to do. You waited in the common room but since his Quidditch practice took a bit more longer than he told you it would, you decided to read a book. 

It was until the loud voices came echoing from the portrait hole and the whole Quidditch team reappeared. 

You looked up at Oliver and he smiled at you, meanwhile Fred behind them quirked an eyebrow. 

“Come on. Go.” Angelina pushed Oliver, meanwhile Fred shot his head to her. 

“What’s going on?” Fred asked, switching his gazes between Oliver, you and Angelina. 

It was until right that moment when Percy came from behind them and leaned on Fred’s shoulder. “Oh, so he’s finally going to ask her out.”

Fred now shot his head to him. “I thought you asked her out?”

“I did but she made me realize I still have feelings for Penny and that because of the age gap, it wouldn’t work out.” Percy said and Fred shot his eyes back to the laughing pair at the couch. 

“Then she’d say no to him as well.” he said more nervously. 

“Wouldn’t know. Wood can be pretty good with the ladies-” he said but Fred was already with the two of you. 

You continued to giggle, touching Oliver’s arm and not taking a second glance at the boy who stood above you. He cleared his throat and both of you looked up to him.

“Yes, Fred?” 

“What’s going on here?” 

“Just two people enjoying each other’s company...alone.” 

“Aren’t the two of you a bit too cosy?” he kept glaring.

“So what if we are?” you crossed your arms over your chest. Was he really getting jealous? 

“Why would you care, Freddie?” Wood grinned, leaning back and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “It’s not like you like her. Do you?” 

He glared into Oliver’s eyes and felt his body shake. He wanted to punch him and tore that arm around you off him. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, red staining his cheeks. 

“Fred?” you asked and his eyes shot to yours who looked so innocently at his. “Do you?” 

Fred kept exchanging looks. He wanted to deny. To say no or something but the way you were looking at him, he just thought that maybe- just maybe you liked him back.

But that was impossible. 

“Uh-I-”

“Oh bloody hell this is torturing.” Oliver groaned. “Just admit it. You like her, she likes you- end of story.” he stood up and clasped his hands together. “Now go make out and thank me later.” he started walking away. “Preferably with those nice sour gummy worms.” and he was out of sight, leaving both you and Fred blushing and awkwardly standing alone. 

“Do- do you really like me?” he looked up in your eyes  and sat down next to you. 

“I mean there’s no point in hiding it anymore.” you laughed and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“But I thought you liked older guys.” 

“Who told you that?” you smiled and felt the tension thinning.

“George said-”

“George?” you laughed. “All we ever do is joke around and make stupid sarcastic retords. Why would you ever believe George?” 

“I don’t know-” he smiled. “I just guess since I like you as well it felt serious at the time.”

A smile wiped itself from your lips.

It was true. Oliver and Percy were right. 

And then the biggest curve your lips could form appeared on our cheeks.”Really?”

“You don’t believe me?” he rolled his eyes, smiling. 

“I mean-”

His hand reached for your cheek and he pulled you into a kiss. A soft, short kiss just for the first taste. He pulled away, looking at your eyes and smiling. “Believe me now?” 

“I think I’ll need some more convincing.”