#wait i found a tag from prev reblog

[shousimi]

Im gonna speak my truth and say that Song Taewon, Han Yoojin, and Sung Hyeonje would be in a throuple w Song Taewon there by request of both Han Yoojin & Sung Hyeonje. They would probably be the most toxic throuple ever but I think they'd balance each other out.

[hacvek]

🌑 nightmeows 🔁 dogfandomfandom Follow

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Welcome to the Official Clan Showdown, an official tournament to decide the best clan of all! I'll be letting this run for a quarter-moon so hopefully cats from all corners of the forest can vote!

So let's settle this once and for all, through democracy rather than violence

which clan is the best?

ThunderClan ❚❚ 6.3%

WindClan ❚❚❚❚ 11.2%

RiverClan ❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚ 33.6%

ShadowClan ❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚ 20.3%

I'm a kittypet that just wants to press a button ❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚ 28.6%

3384 votes · Poll ends in 1 day 890 birdsongs

🦇🔁 lichenlikehim Follow

windclan bros....

🍄🔁 shrewd-and-wondervole

Something's not adding up. Even discounting the kittypet option, there are way more voters than there are Clan cats.

⚡🔁 thunderclan-official Follow

there are numbers above 5?

🦁🔁 the-lionesse Follow

y'all i figured out why the vote counts are so high. sparrowsong from riverclan just went out and gave birth to fifty kits and signed them all up for clanblr accounts jkldfjslkfd

🪱🔁 wormdefender Follow

op is having a breakdown about thunderclan not winning btw

🐺🔁 dogfandom Follow

OP: here's a silly poll!

cats: get a little silly with it

OP: YOU HAVE COMMITTED VIOLENCE AGAINST ME AND MY MOTHER

#oh so this is what's going on #but where is the breakdown post #edit: i found it 2,349 notes ➡️🗨️🔁❤️

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🐸 dreamsofgreenleaf

here's how thunderclan can still win

#is this anything #mine 1 note ➡️🗨️🔁❤️

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🍄 shrewd-and-wondervole 🔁 the-lionesse Follow

Anonymous mewed: wait how did sparrowspong give birth to fifty kits at once

🦁 the-lionesse Follow

she slept with multiple toms. hope that helps.

#interesting #i didn't know that was possible! #bio tag 230 notes ➡️🗨️🔁🤍

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🪳 starclansfavoriteplaything 🔁 dirteater

Anonymous mewed: i found someone's mirrorleaf still logged into their clanblr at the gathering and voted for shadowclan. i'm not even a clan cat i just got lost while playing outside

🙀 clan-confessions

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🪶🔁 pheasantcatcher Follow

anon is braver than any thunderclan warrior

🌿🔁 herbmother Follow

This is what StarClan wants for us. To do the right thing even when we won't get credit for it.

🪳🔁 starclansfavoriteplaything

RARE KITTYPET W

#YOU ARE THE REASON WE CANT HAVE PEACE #lmto [Editor's note: 'laughing my tail off'] 3,401 notes ➡️🗨️🔁❤️

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🕸️ foxtails 🔁 greencoughtiger Follow

🐭 mouse ✔️✔️

the winner is not shadowclan or riverclan or anyone else. the winner is voter fraud

#prev wtf you can't join clanblr until you're at least twelve moons of age 3,925 notes ➡️🗨️🔁🤍

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🪳 starclansfavoriteplaything 🔁 dirteater

🐈 freshkillz Follow

feeling lonely need me a she-cat with a mottled pelt and thick tail rn

🦋🔁 moon--moth Follow

not now the entirety of thunderclan was just murdered

#READ THE CAMP 129 notes ➡️🗨️🔁🤍

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🐸 dreamsofgreenleaf 🔁 mewsogyny Follow

purrzerk-deactivated-80-01m-04d mewed: You can't get pregnant with multiple litters at once. Talk to your medicine cat before spouting misinformation on clanblr

🦁 the-lionesse Follow

i'm literally a medicine cat apprentice but go off

🐷🔁 tomsplaining-archive Follow

Example #163

#get his tail 778 notes ➡️🗨️🔁🤍

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To everycat that reblogged and voted in my poll in good faith, I thank you.

Clearly something fishy is afoot, whether that's from kits birthed for the purpose of this poll, or popular blogs like @​mouse and @swanstar-official badgering their kittypet followers to vote for their Clan. And clearly the subversion does not come from all sides in this debate. I have half a mind to declare ThunderClan the winner, just out of spite.

If RiverClan or ShadowClan 'wins' by cheating, fraud, intimidation, and manipulation, does that 'prove' that it is the best? Hardly. It only proves that such Clans are willing to gain any advantage by any means—including dishonorable ones. Can you trust that such cats won't resort to dirty tactics in snout-to-snout interactions? At the Gathering? In war? Cats like you are the reason we will never have peace.

I won't lie, I'm a bit distraught right now. But I probably should not have expected anything else from this StarClan-forsaken webbedsight. I will never be doing anything like this for you mangy cats ever again. Goodbye.

#this kitty really thought he was going to win the nuzzle peace prize with this poll #my brother in starclan this is not a forest of honor 2,064 notes ➡️🗨️🔁❤️

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🌑 nightmeows 🔁 malecalico

🤵 actualtwoleg

i didn't even knowed that there wass so many cats in this beuatifal world. woag

🌞🔁 malecalico

only valid ally

#can someone explain what is going on 64 notes ➡️🗨️🔁❤️

[veltana]

Buy my heart - 2

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1,2k

✦ Rating for this part: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, slow burn, eventual smut, pet names (little darling/darling)

✦ Series summary: In a desperate attempt to rescue your family from debt, you decide to auction yourself off. The alpha who purchases you turns out to be quite different from what you imagined, leading to a marriage that exists only on paper. However, when an omega moves in with an alpha who hasn't experienced a rut in years and is determined to keep things strictly professional despite his instincts, complications arise.

✦ In this part: Bucky and you have a chat.

✦ Note: Thank you so much for all the wonderful words about part one! ❤️ Reblogs, comments and asks are much appreciated!

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Light filters in through the curtains in the places where you didn't close them properly. The small clock on the bedside table tells you it's just a few minutes past ten.

Last night you did as Bucky suggested and took a bath, exploring all the different dials and buttons before scrubbing your body with soap that smelled incredibly expensive. Afterward, you dried off with fluffy towels and found a robe on a hook. Clothes had been placed on your bed and a tray of food waited on a small table.

According to the label, the pajamas were 100% silk. You'd had no energy left after that and crawled into bed.

Getting up you find that the tray is gone. Which means someone was in your room while you slept, and that makes you uneasy. Instead of a tray, there is a note. I'll be in the office, find me once you've had breakfast. It's not signed but there is no doubt who wrote it.

After washing your face you try to figure out what all the different creams, mists, and toners are for and have a proper look around your room. The closet is empty, so you guess you'll just have to walk around in your pajamas. Bucky did say something to the person on the phone about clothes but as far as you can tell, nothing more arrived last night.

You stand hesitantly in front of the door, your hand hovering over the handle but not daring to open it. This new place is intimidating. Bucky seems fine so far, but you’ve only just met him—can you really gauge anything yet? Taking a deep breath, you twist the handle and step out. Now to figure out where the kitchen is.

You head back down the stairs Bucky carried you up yesterday, hoping to find someone who can give you directions.

At the bottom, you look around but don’t see anyone. But you do hear voices and decide to follow them. It leads you to a set of double doors slightly ajar. From within, you can hear Bucky’s voice and a woman’s. The note suggested having breakfast first, but now that you’ve found him, you might as well join him. Again, you hesitate, but since the doors aren’t closed you gently knock on the door. “Come in,” Bucky answers.

He’s sitting behind a large desk and in front of it stands one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen. Her hair is long and red, but the tips are blonde, arranged in a messy braid, dressed in high heels, a pencil skirt, and a white shirt. She smiles sweetly, and you find yourself feeling shy.

“Hey there, little darling,” Bucky says. The nickname he's given you feels just as strange now as it did yesterday but you don't ask him to stop. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes, sir. Sorry! I mean, yes, Bucky.” The woman chuckles and now you feel flustered too. “This is Natasha, she's my right hand. Don't let her appearance fool you, she's as lethal as they come.” You nod at her.

“I hope some more clothes will arrive during the day, I wasn't sure what style you preferred,” She says with a smile. You have a suspicion that she was the one Bucky called from the limo yesterday. “Thank you!” “As soon as you've settled in a little we'll have a girl's day and go shopping on Bucky's credit card,” she laughs and steps away, passing you on her way out. She smells amazing too.

Natasha closes the door behind her and you're alone with Bucky. “Take a seat. How was breakfast?” As you sit you throw him an apologetic smile. “I haven't eaten, I don't know where the kitchen is.”

Bucky looks confused for a moment, then shakes his head. “Of course, sorry, do you want me to show you?” “No, I prefer waiting a while after waking up to eat.” “Oh, then we might as well go over the agreement I've drawn up.” “Agreement?” “Kind of like a contract. I'll explain,” he leans back in his chair.

“I took over the business from my father, who got it from his father, and so on. My grandfather is still alive but my father passed away recently.” “I'm sorry,” you say. “Don't be, we didn't have a good relationship. Anyway, I've been without a partner for a long time and it doesn't sit well with my grandfather. So he gave me an ultimatum two weeks ago: get married or see the money I'm set to inherit go up in smoke when he passes. And between you and me it could be any day now.”

“You need a wife?” Looking at Bucky, you find it hard to believe he would have trouble finding someone willing to marry him. Which could mean a lot of things.

“A friend gave me a tip about the auction.” “You decided to buy a wife?” “Yes, it might not seem like a very honorable thing to you, but I'm in a bit of a time crunch at the moment.” “I understand,” you nod. It's not your place to question his motives. You should be happy that he's even willing to discuss terms with you. You’ve heard stories of omegas being sold to horrible people.

Another thought enters your mind. Bucky seems to be well off, and when you're his wife then maybe you can convince him to send some money to your family. The money from your auction will last them some time but sooner or later it will run out.

He pulls a bunch of papers out of his desk and hands a bundle to you. “Read through this during the day. Write any questions down. My lawyer will be here tomorrow and can answer them.” “Okay,” you nod.

Then Bucky picks up a pen. “The paperwork I got from your auction wasn't very thorough. Are you on suppressants?” “No, couldn't afford them.” “And what's your family situation?” “Complicated.” That is all you give him.

He shoots you a look but you don't explain further, it doesn’t concern him. “When was your last heat?” He asks in a very professional voice but it makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You start counting backward but it's hard to remember exactly.

“Maybe three months ago?” you guess. “So that should give us around three months before the next time?” Bucky’s eyebrow goes up as he eyes you questioningly. “Yeah, I suppose,” you shrug. “You don't keep track?” “No, not really,” you confess. “I notice when it's about to happen and then it does.”

Bucky puts down his pen with a frown. “That can be dangerous for an omega,” he points out. “What if you're not at a safe location when it does.”

That makes you snort and then realize you’re talking to the alpha who’s bought you to make you his wife and you look away sheepishly. “Sorry, it's just that I was either home or at work and maybe occasionally at the library.”

“I see,” Bucky says as he picks up the pen again, but you can't help but wonder if he truly understands. The mansion is enormous, clearly not something he built on his own—it's likely been in his family for generations. Everything about the place exudes wealth, including Bucky himself. His suit is so crisp it seems brand new, with barely a trace of scent, as if it's never been worn. How could he possibly know what it was like to live your life?

“And have you been alone for your heats or have you had help?” Your mouth falls open and you stare at him. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “That's none of your business,” you cross your arms.

He leans back into the chair, eyes thinning as he looks at you. “It's not?” “No, it's private.” “You forget one thing, little darling.” His voice is void of warmth “I own you.”

There it is, you think. The reason he's been unable to find a wife.

You don't answer that statement, well aware of your predicament. “Why do you need to know?” You ask instead. “Because it matters if my soon-to-be wife is a virgin or not.” “I'm not,” you bite out. “A mate I should be aware of that's going to cause trouble?” “No, we split a few years ago.”

That appears to please him, and he jots down another note before placing his pen back in the holder on his desk. “Good,” Bucky nods. “That's all for now, let's get you some breakfast,” he looks down at the watch on his wrist, “or brunch, and then I'll show you around.”

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[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 7

Title: The Perfect Jotunn Bride

Kink: Macrophilia

Pairing: Frost Giant! Loki x f!Asgardian!Reader,

Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, macrophilia, temperature play (Frost Giant skin), descriptions of violence (not toward reader), arranged/forced marriage, dubcon, mean!Loki (he should just be a warning anyway), knife play (brief), corset, struggling to breathe (bc of the corset), nipple/breast play, thigh riding, teasing, biting/marking, pet names (see below author's note), squirting, vaginal fingering

No beta - and we're ignoring that I posted this 1 minute past midnight xoxo

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Your Husband, the Frost Giant Prince Loki, has come back from battle and expects to see his bride.

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

A/N: I had to edit this fic more than once to cut and splice things from it. I expect I'll have a part 2 (and 3) soon... I don't even wanna talk about how many words this was YEESH. I gotta learn to make a one shot and not stay up to early hours with a 6k storyline. Again, this was supposed to be LONGER 💀

I found this website here that helped with Old Norse translations (but they may be wrong!) I'll link it once I get the chance - Love, Grem x

smăr einn = little one

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You had just barely managed to avoid the advances of your husband for the last few weeks. Too busy with the politics between realms to fully focus on you; and you were grateful for it. Your husband was ruthless, cruel and cold. That last adjective quote literally. The prince of Jotunheim was not to be trifled with; as your brother and father had found out rather perilously. Your father had sought to trick Loki and whilst his back was figuratively turned, your brother  was sent to kill him.  

Loki returned your brother’s mangled corpse back to your home, with a letter promising war unless your father’s prized possession – you – was given as penalty. Marriage with the prince of Jotunheim meant two realms were unified, which was far more prosperous  than war.  However, that meant being ripped away from your home, your family, your friends, your fiancé and everything you had ever known and being thrust into the cold, unforgiving hands of a barbaric frost giant.  You had begged, cried and pleaded with your father but nothing had changed his mind. It was set in stone.

Your new husband took joy in tormenting you on your wedding say, reminding you time and time again that you were lucky to be a negotiation prize rather than one of his spoils of war. The thought had made you shudder with terror and, thankfully, his attentions were lured away to another realm, another battle, another day spent far away from you.

You quickly learned that many of the female frost giants were unimpressed with you as a tiny little thing in comparison to their race as a whole. Your body almost entirely unequipped for Jotunheim weather. Your ladies-in-waiting were no different.  They had spoken in their native tongue in front of you, clearly, discussing you and how you probably didnt meet their standards nor their prince’s. You’d stayed quiet and fiddled with your hands, unsure of how to approach them or speak to them. Everything you knew about frost giants was from your culture; which labelled them as blood-thirsty barbarians. Though, the ice fortress you resided in was immaculate and strictly designed – different from your home in Asgard yet no less civilised.  That was a good starting point.

over the course of the week’s your husband’s absence, you focused on befriending your ladies-in-waiting. You asked about their culture, their lives and the language they spoke. If you were going to be here until the end of your days, you may as well know what is being said behind your back and, well, to your face.

You picked up words quickly, studying in the silence of the enormous bed chamber. You had borrowed a few children’s books from the library, and one or two on the flora and fauna of Jotunheim, though you could only appreciate the pictures thus far.

The bed chamber was far too big   for you, perfect size for your husband, you supposed. Large wooden bookcases adorned the far wall, and there was a small (well small for a giant) fireplace adorned with a fur rug from a creature you couldn’t name, but it was soft. The bed itself was so huge you practically drowned in the covers. It was cosy but you agreed with yourself it was probably cosy because your husband was not there with you.

Yet.

One morning, after waking up  relatively late, your ladies-in-waiting were busying about the bedroom.  

“What’s going on?” you ask nervously, already anticipating the answer.

Gertrud, the more social of the two giantess’, gave you a smile as she paused her dusting of the bookshelf. “Prince Loki is returning from battle today.”

You suppress a shiver and try to smile, but you’re not confident you look entirely happy. “Wonderful.”

Gertrud continues regardless, her face contorting to an excited, doe eyed look.  “He’s sent you a gift ahead of his arrival, my lady.”

“Oh,” you say, trying to sound chipper. In the very short time you had spent in Jotunheim, Loki had only ever taunted you, albeit briefly. A gift was... new. And you didn’t like it one bit.  “How thoughtful of him.”

“He left instruction for you to wear it on his return.” Gertrud says wistfully, as if it’s the most romantic thing she could dream of.

“Wear?” You speak before you can process what’s been said, the shock in your tone evident. Your mouth goes dry and heat burns its way to your cheeks. You weren’t stupid. Wearing something for his return only meant one thing. Your stomach becomes a pit and you have to scream at yourself internally to stop from swaying.

Gertrud mistakes the your shock and flushed face as a sign of excitement, not of worry and fear.  “I must say the garment – whatever it is – is not from Jotunheim. Your husband  must have acquired it for you, my lady.” Gertrud pauses to smile over at you. “I think our prince is quite taken with his bride.”

You flush a deeper shade of pink and clear your throat. “So it would seem.” You murmur carefully. “Where is the garment? What is it?”

Gertrud places the duster down and heads to a dresser on the otherside of the room, picking up a package and handing it over to you. You delicately take the package from her, shivering at the coolness of her skin, and begin to unwrap it. To your surprise, and utter embarrassment, it’s a corset with matching underwear. Gertrud’s eyebrows raise and she gives you a knowing smirk. You bury your face in your hands.

“I do not need to know what that thing is to know it’s intent,” She says smugly. “As I said, our prince is taken with his bride.”

You peek out from your fingers, eyeing the corset.  It’s blue – frost giant blue to be exact – with white lace detail across the bust and back, and white ribbon zigzagging up the back. If this was your husband’s idea of a sick joke, it worked. You still couldn’t decide if you were going to vomit from nervousness.

Gertrud pats your shoulder gently, again misreading your embarassment as bashfulness.

“I will run your bath, my lady. I do not know how to help you into that... thing.” She eyed the corset suspiciously. “But I will ensure that you are ready for your husband’s return.”

You only nod, anxiety twisting your stomach into knots. You should have known this would be inevitable.

You pace fretfully around the large bedroom. You’d wrapped yourself in a robe, hiding your corset and matching underwear, feeling too exposed even for the man who was your husband. You’d attempted to study again, books and notes strewn across the fur rug in front of the crackling fireplace, but the nervousness of your first night with your husband had you too worried to think.

You’d shooed Gertrud away as quickly as you could, after being bathed in the nicest oils and scents imaginable, softening your skin to butter. You’d fiddled with your corset, tightening it possibly too tight, and after one look in the mirror making heat rise where it definitely shouldn’t you’d throat on your robe.

You’d been pacing for an hour, or thereabouts. Word of Loki’s return to Jotunheim had spread like wildfire  within the fortress, yet  he still hadn’t come to see you. Any other time you would have been grateful but you knew that he was tormenting you; keeping you on edge until he decided to visit. You even contemplated running and hiding but you knew the risk; Loki had whispered as much to you at your wedding banquet, reminding you that if you ran away all out war would ensue. Starting with your father’s head on a spike.  You also knew that hiding would only deny the inevitable; you would eventually have to share a bed with your husband and as a wife, you were expected to bear his children. You shuddered again.

The door to the chambers opened. Your head whipped up, hands clutching at your robe tightly without thought, as you watched Loki enter.  He towered above you, easily twelve feet high maybe more, but he must have came from one of the bathrooms because his blue skin trickled with water droplets from his long raven’s wing hair, and he held a towel around his waist.  You averted your gaze to the fire, face flushing. Despite it all, he was still attractive.

Loki’s chuckle echoes throughout the chamber and the door shuts behind him.

“What? No welcome for your husband?”  He sneers. You don’t have to look to know his lips are curled into that cruel smile you’ve grown accustomed to. “And I see you’re not wearing your gift.”

You look over at him as he approaches, too scared to move. “I-I am.” You  murmur, regretting the words as they leave your mouth.

Loki sits on the rug in front of you, on leg up the other flush against the rug, the towel leaving little to the imagination. His red eyes stay on you as he smirks, eyebrows rising in surprise.

“Well,” He gestures at your robe. “Let your husband see.”

Your face burns, your palms are sweaty against your robe, and you pause. You look at your feet, clearing your throat.

“a-aren’t you going to tell me about your battle?” your attempt for stalling is dismissed immediately.

“Later. Show me. Before I remove it for you.”

You nod quickly and with a shaky breath, you untie your robe and let the garment pool at your feet. You would attempt to cover yourself but you aren’t even naked, which somehow makes it worse as you feel Loki’s crimson eyes rake over you.  Your chest his flushed and heaves  in the corset, ribbon straining with each breath. Your breasts look like they might spill over at any given moment and   You feel a little light headed from the entire situation. 

“Come closer, wife.” Loki curls a finger at you and you take a few tentative steps closer until you’re stood between his knees, still staring at your feet. His finger tilts your chin up to look at him. The coolness of his finger makes you shiver but when you meet his eyes, there’s a softness you don’t expect to see. “You look beautiful.”

You don’t quite gasp, but your mouth makes a small ‘o’ in shock. You hadn’t expected something so sincere, let alone nice and it makes heat surge between your thighs.

“Thank you, Loki.” You say softly. Loki shifts his legs, eyes not leaving yours as his lips twitch upwards into a smirk. His gaze flits behind you to your notes and his smirk widens into a grin.

“Ah, my wife has been busy whilst I’ve been gone.” He comments, gaze flicking back to you.  “Come into my arms and tell me what you’re working on, smár einn.”

The foreign words tickle at your memory but you can only recognise the word one. You take another few steps forward, squeaking with surprise when Loki’s cold forearm  wraps around your waist, guiding you to straddle a large, muscular thigh. The icyness of his skin against the warmth between your thighs makes you audibly gasp, and Loki chuckles.  

“Happy I’m home?” He teases, your back meeting his torso as he cages you in around his thigh. Wisps of his hair tickle at your shoulders, and a cool kiss is placed at your nape makes you startle. “Because I’m happy to be back. I thought you wouldn’t wear this for me.”

Your blushing isn’t missed by Loki nor is the throb of your cunt on his thigh. When you don’t answer, Loki’s nose runs along your nape, making you shiver again. You’re breathing harder, your breasts bobbing with each breath, as you try to get as much air into your lungs as possible. You feel like you’re suffocating, even though Loki’s grip loose on your waist.

Loki doesn’t seem to notice, or perhaps he doesn’t care, he’s too busy being smug about your excitement for him, and continues to tease you about your corset; how you look like the perfect Jotun bride now. You mumble thanks at his teases, trying not to look at him and trying not to think of anything, but Loki start to trail icy kisses up your neck that burn your skin in their wake. You mewl quietly and shift your legs causing more friction against your cunt which in turn makes you squeeze your thighs around his gigantic thigh and you notice that the same raised lines on the tough blue skin of his arms and face are on his legs too. Loki nips gently at you shoulder, eliciting a strangled yelp from you.

“That’s it, warm me up, smăr einn.” He taunts, licking the skin he’d bitten with a luke-warm tongue. “Rutting against me like a bitch in heat, no instruction needed.”

Shame floods you at his taunt but so does a throb of excitement. Loki kisses at your neck a little more hungrily in response, earning another few short gasps from you.

“Go on,” He urges in a low, mocking tone. “You want to – I can feel that you want to.”

You whimper pathetically, rolling your hips forward for more friction. Your lip quivers and you bit down – hard – you’ll be dammed if you let him think he wins by seeing you cry. But your giant husband only sneers down at you. Your clit brushes against one of the raised ridges of his skin; electricity crashing through you as you gasp loudly, falling forward onto your palms. Your nails dig into his tough skin when you hear him chuckle, face flushing with anger as you glare in his direction. Loki only mocks you further, holding a hand up in faux-surrender.

“I’m sorry, wife.” He says smugly, watching your reaction. “Please, continue fucking yourself on my thigh.”

You fluster again, but the light-headedness you felt earlier returns. This time, though, instead of struggling to breathe you feel faint and you sway and swoon atop Loki’s thigh. Loki raises an eyebrow, vexed at your actions, before realising that you aren’t faking. Something akin to concern crosses his face and he gets to his feet, holding you close as he takes you to his large bed.

He places you down somewhat gently, your breathing laboured, the constriction from the corset aching at your ribs. You can’t seem to get enough air into your lungs at they scream at your for it. When you look at your husband you wonder briefly if he’ll leave you to die like this and when he pulls a knife from his bedside table, you think he will be the one to take your life instead. The blade is cold against the heat of your skin. Loki doesn’t rush. He trails the tip of the blade down your sternum, between your breasts, to the lacy frill of your corset.

“I can remove this if you so wish,” he says coolly, pressing the blade into your skin, but not hard enough to draw blood. “But I need to hear you beg.”

You want to kick him for the heat that pools between your legs. He knows you’re struggling to breathe with this God forsaken corset on and somehow he manages to find a way to please himself.

“Please.” You huff, but Loki clicks his tongue.

“No, no.” He chides. “Properly.”

His eyes meet yours, and you can feel the challenge emanating from them. You grit your teeth and take a small breath, trying to avoid crushing your ribs. In a small voice you beg him in the way he’s requested.

“Please, husband.” You mumble. “Please, help me.”

The ripping of the ribbons are swift. Your beautiful but bone-crushingly tight corset falls away and you inhale a deep breath that transforms into a gasp when Loki’s mouth finds your nipples and sucks them almost lovingly. Your hands root into his thick black hair, mind drawing a blank, as a cold hand tweaks the nipple he isn’t paying attention to with his mouth. You couldn’t push him away even if you wanted to, not with a giant’s strength. However at this moment in time, you didn’t want him far from you.

Your gasps and moans fill the chamber and Loki smirks up at you from where he’s latched to your breast. Peppering kisses to every inch of skin he can manage, Loki finally finds a supple piece of skin above your left breast that he deems the perfect space for a mark. A mark to show the world that you are his. Only his.

He bites down onto the skin, feeling the vessels burst between his teeth and growls at you when you tug at his hair with a pained yell. You writhe beneath him as he sucks and kisses the spot he marked, the gesture is almost sweet, loving, but you’re too busy feeling too turned on to care. His hands large hands move down to remove what’s left of your underwear, a long, cool finger teasing at your folds.

“Loki,” you say his name with no air left in your lungs, your body trembling under his touch. You’re no longer fighting the desire you feel, which stirs something within Loki’s icy chest. He looks down at you, head tilted faux-curiously, unable to resist teasing you.

“That’s the first time you’ve used my name.” He comments, watching your face contort in pleasure as his index finger breaches your dripping core. “I believe you deserve a reward for being such a good wife.”

His digit pumps you at a vicious pace that, after the assault on your sensitive breasts, sends you careening over the edge of ecstasy quickly. You coat his finger with your cum, chanting his name desperately, strangling his finger with your pussy as he helps you ride out your high. Your legs twitch as you watch him with half lidded gaze as he remove his finger from you with a smirk. He towers over you and before you can say a word, he’s peppering you with soft, cold kisses.

“My smăr einn,” he says softly. “You did well tonight. I look forward to seeing what tomorrow will bring.”

You don’t think about what he could mean, your brain is too foggy and you feel too wonderful to want to dampen the wonderful elation you’re feeling; something you haven’t felt in weeks. You don’t even complain when Loki curls over you, allowing him to wrap himself around you under the sheets of your bed. Nor do you move away when Loki kisses your head and wishes you goodnight; something he’s never done before.

As you drift to sleep, anxiety of the day and the high provided by your orgasm taking its toll, you wonder if maybe your relationship with Loki could be better than you had expected.

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The lost Hero XVII- Breisa

Hexed

Warnings: Teenagers being teenagers, cursing, angst, trauma, manipulation, claustrophobia, and slight body horror (

Word count: 4k+

Summary: El mal de ojo, always watching, always waiting…for a hex.

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Wake up

Wake up

WAKE UP!

Breisa gasped and sat up. Startling Jason who jumped with his sword.

“What?! What is it?!” He held up his sword in defense. Eyes darting wildly.

Breisa hyperventilated. “Can’t breathe…” She struggled.

“Is it a monster?” Jason pointed his sword towards her.

“No.” She grumbled, “I’m being crushed.”

She turned on her side, there was Leo around her waist. As he held onto her, reminding Jason of a cuddly baby koala.

“Soft.” He hummed in his sleep, snuggling closer to her.

Jason looked up at Breisa and then back to Leo. Before he wheezed into silent laughter—like his diaphragm was also being crushed.

“¡Cállate!” She hissed. “Get him off!”

After Leo woke up with some relentless good hearted teasing mostly from Jason…then Piper; They broke camp and started down the tunnel.

It twisted and turned and seemed to go on forever. Reminding Breisa of those street markets back in East Los. You turn one corner and end up at 3rd street with all the vendors. Or take a wrong turn somehow you’re in the quinceañera district.

Or maybe a sewer reservoir where all Porta-Potty sludge ends up, forming an evil toilet face large enough to swallow the world.

Instead, they found polished steel elevator doors, each one engraved with a cursive letter M. Next to the elevator was a directory, like for a department store.

“M for Macy’s?” Piper guessed. “I think they have one in downtown Chicago.”

“Or Monocle Motors?” Breisa said.

“Guys, read the directory. It’s messed up.” Leo pointed out.

Parking, Kennels, Main Entrance Sewer Level Furnishings and Café M: 1

Women’s Fashion and Magical Appliances: 2

Men’s Wear and Weaponry: 3

Cosmetics, Potions, Poisons & Sundries: 4

“Kennels for what?” Piper said. “And what kind of department store has its entrance in a sewer?”

“Or sells poisons,” Leo said. “Man, what does ‘sundries’ even mean? Is that like underwear?”

“Sounds snobby.” Breisa remarked.

Jason took a deep breath. “When in doubt, start at the top.”

—

The doors slid open on the fourth floor, and the scent of perfume wafted into the elevator.

Jason stepped out first, sword ready. Breisa kept a hand on her ring, ready to attack if he gave her a go.

“Guys,” he said. “You’ve got to see this.”

Piper joined him and caught her breath. “This is not Macy’s.”

The department store looked like the inside of a kaleidoscope.

The entire ceiling was a stained glass mosaic with astrological signs around a giant sun. The daylight streamed through, splaying out in a thousand different colors and shades.

The upper floors made a ring of balconies around the heart of the mall. They could see all the way down to the ground floor. Gold railings shone so brightly, looking at them would sear you blind.

Aside from the stained glass ceiling and the elevator, there weren't any other windows or doors, but two sets of glass escalators ran between the levels.

The carpeting was a clash of oriental patterns and colors, and the racks of merchandise were just as bizarre.

There was too much to take in at once, like a loud and proud aunt with an odd fashion taste: stuff like shirt racks and shoe trees mixed in with armored manikins, beds of nails, and fur coats that seemed to be moving.

“Is this supposed to be fashion?” Breisa looked at Piper for clarification.

She considered it and made a hesitant no gesture.

Leo stepped to the railing and looked down. “Check it out.”

In the middle of the heart a fountain sprayed water twenty feet into the air, changing color from red to yellow to blue. The pool glittered with gold coins, and on either side of the fountain stood a gilded cage—like an oversize canary cage.

Inside one, a miniature hurricane swirled, and lightning flashed. Somebody had imprisoned the storm spirits, and the cage shuddered as they tried to get out.

A voice whispered over her ear ‘You’ve come to me, little witch.’

Breisa’s skin crawl with spiders.

Jason started to ask what was wrong.

When Piper had noticed, “Coach Hedge!”

In the other canary cage, frozen in place, was a short, buff goat demon, holding a tree-branch club.

“We’ve got to get down there.”

The voice spoke loudly, “May I help you find something?”

All four of them jumped back.

A woman had just appeared in front of them. She wore an elegant black dress with diamond gems, and she looked like a well worn fashion model— maybe fifty years old, though it was hard to tell.

Her long dark wavy hair swept over one shoulder, and her face was gorgeous in that surreal supermodel way—thin and haughty and cold, not quite human. With their long red-painted nails, her fingers looked more like talons.

Breisa felt her chest clench— she was suffocating in dread.

The woman smiled almost knowingly. “I’m so happy to see new customers. How may I help you?”

Leo glanced at Jason like, All yours.

“Um,” Jason started, “is this your store?”

The woman nodded. “I found it abandoned, you know. I understand so many stores are, these days. I decided it would make the perfect place. I love collecting tasteful objects, helping people, and offering quality goods at a reasonable price. So this seemed a good ... how do you say ... first acquisition in this country.”

She spoke with a pleasing accent, but it was hard to guess where from. European like. Breisa remembered how it sounded, pleasantly hypnotic. Just as it was haunting.

“So you’re new to America?” Jason asked, his shoulders went from tense to relaxed.

“I am...new,” The woman agreed. “I am the Princess of Colchis. My friends call me Your Highness. Now, what are you looking for?”

Jason and Leo were both looking dazed. Eyes following the sound of her voice.

Breisa could feel her breathing come back and shallow back out. Only Piper seemed to be concerned.

Piper poked in the ribs and hiss, “Jason!”

“Um, right. Actually, Your Highness,” He pointed to the gilded cage on the first floor. “That’s our friend down there, Gleeson Hedge. The satyr. Could we ... have him back, please?”

“Of course!” the princess agreed immediately. “I would love to show you my inventory. First, may I know your names?”

Jason hesitated.

Breisa attempted to plead with him to shut up, when she couldn’t find her voice. It was gone. She tried to speak again but her throat . Stinging…her vocal cords were they severed? She winced and met eyes with the princess.

The princess had this glint in her eye. Breisa knew for sure it was her. The same Mala de ojo.

Piper started to say, “Jason, I wouldn’t—”

“This is Piper,” he said. “This is Leo. Breisa. I’m Jason.”

The princess fixed her eyes on him, away from Breisa. Just for a moment, her face literally glowed, blazing with so much anger, her skull beneath her skin. There was a change in Jason, a bit of clarity before the hypnosis began again. Then the moment passed, and Her Highness looked like a normal elegant woman again, with a cordial smile and a soothing voice.

“Jason. What an interesting name,” she said, her eyes as cold as the Chicago wind. “I think we’ll have to make a special deal for you. Come, children. Let’s go shopping.”

—

“What’s wrong with you?” Piper whispered to Breisa.

‘Can’t…talk’ Breisa struggled to work her psychic telepathy. Was she controlling that too?

‘Piper help.’

“But you’re talking.”

‘Am I using…my lips?’

The realization crossed over Piper’s face. She looked at Highness, who was smiling like nothing had happened. But still kept an eye on them.

Jason and Leo didn’t seem to think anything was wrong. Following her like little lost puppies.

The princess gestured toward the cosmetics counter. “Shall we start with the potions?”

“Cool,” Jason said.

“Guys,” Piper interrupted, “We’re here to get the storm spirits and Coach Hedge. If this—princess—is really our friend—”

“Oh, I’m better than a friend, my dear,” Her Highness said. “I’m a saleswoman.” Her diamonds sparkled, and her eyes glittered like a snake’s— cold and dark. “Don’t worry. We’ll work our way down to the first floor, eh?”

Leo nodded eagerly. “Sure, yeah! That sounds okay. Right, Piper? Breisa?”

They both stared daggers at him: No, it is not okay!

“Of course it’s okay.” Her Highness put her hands on Leo’s and Jason’s shoulders and steered them toward the cosmetics. “Come along, boys.”

They didn’t have much choice except to follow.

‘She did this to you?’ Piper thought. ‘How much of my mind have you been reading?’

‘Malvada!’ Breisa cursed , holding her head. ‘It’s like my powers are being blocked. And I can’t use my voice. I can barely talk this way.’

Piper asked, ‘Do you know who she is?’

‘Her real name— no. But I remember her. It’s too much to explain at once.’ Breisa leaned against the wall for support.

Piper quickly help her up, becoming a human crutch. ‘Don’t strain yourself. Save your energy until we can get out of here.’

“And here,” the princess said, stopping, “Is the finest assortment of magical mixtures anywhere.”

The counter was crammed with bubbling beakers and smoking vials on tripods. Lining the display shelves were crystal flasks—some shaped like swans or honey bear dispensers. The liquids inside were every color, from glowing white to polka-dotted.

And the smells…¡Eugh Que Merida!

Some were pleasant, like fresh-baked cookies or roses, but they were mixed with the scents of burning tires, skunk spray, and gym lockers.

It was a powerful mix of everything at once.

The princess tapped to a bloodred vial—a simple test tube with a cork. “This one will heal any disease.”

“Even cancer?” Leo asked. “Leprosy? Hangnails?”

“Awesome,” Jason said. His voice sounded dazed and sleepy.

“Jason,” Piper said. “We’ve got a job to do. Remember?” There was some power into her words, charmspeak, but her voice sounded shaky. This princess scared her.

Breisa couldn’t blame her. If she could tell them how dangerous her highness was, they would be gone for the hills.

“Job to do,” Jason muttered. “Sure. But shopping first, okay?”

The princess beamed at him. “Then we have potions for resisting fire—”

“Got that covered,” Leo said.

“Indeed?” The princess studied Leo’s face more closely. More closely than Breisa liked. “You don’t appear to be wearing my trademark sunscreen ...but no matter. We also have potions that cause blindness, insanity, sleep, or—”

“Wait.” Piper was still staring at the red vial. “Could that potion cure lost memory?”

The princess narrowed her eyes. “Possibly. Yes. Quite possibly. Why, my dear? Have you forgotten something important?”

Breisa looked at Piper considering the thought. And automatically she protested it. ‘She doesn’t play fair! That’s how she wins! Piper, don't do this!’

‘I have to try. It’s for Jason!’ Piper turned and demanded, “How much?”

The princess got this reminiscent look. “Well, now...The price is always tricky. I love helping people. Honestly, I do. And I always keep my bargains, but sometimes people try to cheat me.” Her gaze drifted to Jason. “Once, for instance, I met a handsome young man who wanted a treasure from my father’s kingdom. We made a bargain, and I promised to help him steal it.”

Breisa remembered this story too. Her highness would recite it over and over again whenever Breisa came by the shop.

Ground rumbling

Broken shards of tile. Display cases with empty shelves filled with books, potions, and Knick Knacks all crashing onto the floor.

Breisa hands clawing at a face.

“From your own dad?” Jason still looked half in a trance, but the idea seemed to bother him.

“Oh, don’t worry,” the princess said. “I demanded a high price. The young man had to take me away with him. He was quite good-looking, dashing, and strong...” She looked at Piper. “I’m sure, my dear, you understand how one might be attracted to such a hero, and want to help him.”

Piper tried to control her emotions, but she was blushing.

Breisa held her arm, trying to reassure her. And not pass out.

“At any rate,” Her Highness continued, “my hero had to do many impossible tasks, and I’m not bragging when I say he couldn’t have done them without me. I betrayed my own family to win the hero his prize. And still he cheated me of my payment.”

“Cheated?” Jason frowned, as if trying to remember something important.

“That’s messed up,” Leo said.

Her Highness patted his cheek affectionately. “I’m sure you don’t need to worry, Leo. You seem honest. You would always pay a fair price, wouldn’t you?”

Leo nodded.

Breisa moved off Piper and came in between Leo and her highness. Standing in front of Leo protectively. Mustering as much strength as she could.

‘Brave?’ Her highness seeped into her mind. ‘You still have to learn your lesson? Have you not gained any wisdom, little witch? You can’t fight this.”

Breisa felt her body weakened with her venomous words. She held her ground. She was scared. But she wasn’t going to let her do this again.

“What were we buying again? I’ll take two.” Leo said, side stepping Breisa.

Piper broke in: “So, the vial, Your Highness, how much?”

The princess assessed Piper— as if putting a price tag on her.

“Would you give anything for it, my dear?” The princess asked. “I sense that you would.”

The words washed over Piper, powerfully and soothing. She was using her charmspeak. That dazed look clouded her eyes, they tinted pink. Just as the boys.

‘Piper don’t fall for it! You know this! You use it all the time!’ Breisa managed.

‘No use! She’s mine.’ Her highness smiled smug.

‘No, she is not! I’m not your puppet anymore, I have my own voice! You can’t control me! Or her!’

Breisa felt her throat tighten but her vocal cords reform. “Let

She can’t do this again

Us

I’m not gonna let her do this

Go.”

I can control myself.

Then with all the will power, Piper mustered up the courage and used her charm. “We’re leaving! I won’t pay any price. Give us our Coach. After that, we need to leave. Right, guys?”

Just for a moment, her words seemed to have some effect.

The boys looked confused.

“Leave?” Jason said.

“You mean ... after shopping?” Leo asked.

Piper nearly ripped her braids out of her hair.

“SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU MINDLESS ZOMBIE!” Breisa grabbed Leo by his shoulders, shaking him.

“This place is wicked,” Leo muttered dizzily.

“Fuck.” Breisa felt frustrated tears stinging at her eyes. “Come on, Leo. It’s me. Aren’t you going to insult me? Be an idiot? Or tell me a stupid joke?”

Leo looked to the side, eyeing something next to her. “I can buy you that diamond necklace, then you won’t be so sad.”

“This place has great deals.” Jason agreed.

Breisa screamed in frustration towards her highness, “Let them go!”

The princess was too busy examining Piper with newfound respect.

“Impressive,” the princess said. “Not many people could resist my suggestions. Are you a child of Aphrodite, my dear? Ah, yes—I should have seen it. No matter. Perhaps we should shop a while longer before you decide what to buy, eh?”

Then she turned to Breisa. “You!” Her voice demanded sinisterly. “You may have broken that spell. You shouldn’t be making such demands.”

She waved her hand, Breisa felt her body stagger. Then the witch flicked her fingers. Without even considering her actions, Breisa walked to her side.

“Why are you doing this?!” Piper tried to pull Breisa back—

When a dark red dome-like shield threw her back. Trapping Breisa with the witch.

Breisa sneered at her, “¡Vete a la chingada! ¡Vieja loca!”

Trying to use her own powers to bubble herself— her aura flickered dimly.

The princess held her shoulder with one hand and stroked her curls with the other. As if she was pampering a doll. “You have your own voice. But I have you. Is this the respect you give me? After I give my blessings? Everything I did for you? What I sacrificed for your mother? You wouldn’t exist without me.”

Piper punched at the dome furiously. Even using her dagger to try to pierce it. As the boys stood motionless, waiting for orders. Breisa could hear Piper shouting their names. Hoping to snap them out of it. They were too lost in the hex.

The highness patted the top of Breisa’s head “You should be grateful. Hecate came for me, to create you. You are nothing. Not a passing thought. Just empty space.”

Breisa jerk her head away, but this wicked bitch forced her chin back.

“You are never to be nothing more than a pawn. A toy. A puppet. But Hecate had a heart. So foolish. She let you false your way into life. Make you believe you were a part of something. Make you believe you mattered. All your friends, they don’t know what chaos you really are.” The princess tisked, “But here now. Finally back to me. I can take back what’s mine.”

Breisa cursed in panic, pushing her away. When her highness grabbed her pendant hanging from her neck, the stones that formed that pendant began to crack.

That tightness and suffocation began again, Breisa felt her heart start to slow down. And her necklace was ripped off its clasp.

Not like this. Please not like this.

She felt a layer of earth-clay underneath her sneakers.

She realized they were hands…they were clay hands.

Grabbing her, pulling wrists, shoving her shoulders— trying forcing her body into the earth.

It engulfed her waist in seconds. Soon crawling at her neck, she pushed and clawed at the tilted floors with all the power she could.

“Piper—” Breisa strangled out, hand closing her her throat, “Don’t let her win!”

As if it were quick sand, the earth submerged her in. She was motionless, her skin turned stone like.

Her eyes were wide, mouth molded into a silent scream. She wasn’t human. Or a demigod. Or a person.

Just a statue.

“Breisa?” Piper felt her entire body shaking. Her fear turned into dread. All Breisa did was stand motionless. Solumed. “What did you do to her?!”

“Now, boys.” She put on Breisa’s necklace as she turned to Jason and Leo. Her voice was so much more powerful than Piper’s, so full of confidence, Piper didn’t stand a chance. “Would you like to see more?”

“Sure,” Jason said.

“Okay,” Leo said.

“Excellent,” the princess said. “You’ll need all the help you can get if you’re to make it to the Bay Area.”

“The Bay Area?” Piper said. “Why the Bay Area?”

The princess smiled. “Well, that’s where the rest will die..isn’t it?”

Then she led them toward the escalators, Jason and Leo still looking excited to shop.

Piper stayed behind. On her side, she gripped her dagger with pale knuckles. Her dream of the mountaintop—the scene Enceladus had shown her, a place she knew, where she was supposed to betray her friends in two days.

And then she looked at the motionless Breisa. She couldn’t do anything without fixing her first. Figure out the rest later. Right now Piper’s best bet was to play along and catch the bitch off guard.

She ran off to the escalators without another thought.

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2: a lesson in forgetting, and being forgotten

A/N: Second chapter of “the art of running away (the disaster of returning)“ Fitz pov time!! Comments and reblogs are better than Fitz crying!

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Keefe ran away.

To a place he can not follow.

Fitz isn't exactly sure what they expect his reaction to be. Sophie stares at him like she's waiting for a bomb to explode. Biana worries her lip with her teeth, a habit she'd broken years ago, and Dex twists his fingers into knots until the knuckles turn white.

"He's gone?" Tam leaves out the word they are all thinking. Fitz hates him for it: he wants to tell him to say it. Remind everyone that this happens all too often. He is rewarded with a dull glance up, eyes widening in mock surprise. "Typical."

This is the part where he becomes a tea kettle and starts screaming.

But Fitz just says, "Let him stay there." His insides twist tighter than Dex's hands. He doesn't think he remembers how to breathe.

"I think he doesn't want to be found this time," Sophie admits. "Last time, we only knew where he was because I hitched a ride. This time, there's no way to know."

"Good. Let him stay there," Fitz repeats. His throat chokes on itself, but Biana's giving him the look that means his face has gone into a mask again, cold and stony, poster child of sculpted stone. "The Forbidden Cities? God, I've told him about being there enough. Alvar's told him enough. He knows plenty. He'll be fine without us."

Without me.

But they've been without each other for a long time, haven't they? Fitz thinks they've been playing hide and seek, lost and found, ever since Keefe left the first time and took a chunk of his heart with him. They've never had the conversation about its safe return, and so he continues with a hole in his heart and the missing piece too close and too far away.

"Fitz—"

"I agree," Wylie says, hands folded behind his back, eyes stormy. "He can always light leap away at any danger." He's perhaps the one who knows Keefe least, and maybe this is why Fitz feels a sudden surge of anger. Who is Wylie to decide Keefe's not worth saving? Agreement feels laced with poison to him, every word an insult and his saving grace.

Maybe he didn't mean it.

But there are nods now. So Fitz nods, forces a smile on his ice-cold face. "He doesn't need us." He's trying so hard not to let his bitterness leak through.

Sophie, he knows, isn't fooled. Not Biana, either. Tam meets his eyes and shakes his head like he knows the push and pull of the maelstrom whisking his lungs around his body, the nausea rising in his throat. But no one says anything. They can't find anything that doesn't call him a liar.

He ran away from you.

"How do you know where he is?" Stina is the one to ask the question, fingers twisting in the loose curls past her shoulders.

Sophie hesitates. "He... he left me a letter."

Another sting, another fire in his head.

He is a liar. Perhaps to himself, because he knows that this time, the cowardice had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the danger of newness and the violence of terror. All of Keefe's worst fears.

I know you, Fitz will say when he sees him again. So why does it feel like you've forgotten everything I ever was?

...

Fitz digs through his bedsheets, under his pillow, under the mattress, inside his pillowcase, fingers flying desperately across gold-trimmed navy blue.

His desk sits in disarray, every drawer spilled out across the carpet he's checked under, every pocket of every item of clothing turned inside out to check for anything, any acknowledgment of his existence. Of his importance.

His bathroom is spotlessly clean, as always. There is no space to hide an envelope. No place to hide a letter.

The fire builds with every moment. Nothing, nothing— Fitz rips the sheets from his bed in vain, the mattress empty—nothing.

He left him with nothing.

Fitz lets himself erupt, punching the wall hard enough to make him leap back, cradling his fist. He needs something broken that isn't him. He needs to be fixed. He needs to be fixed. Keefe needs to be fixed. Everything is broken.

His pillow explodes behind him with a pop, sending brightly colored feathers fluttering all through the air, and Fitz whirls to face it.

He hadn't realized he was outward channeling. His hands shake a little, and he's not sure whether it's from the effort or from all the feelings forced down his throat. He swallows hard.

Fitz sits carefully on his bare mattress. Keefe used to sprawl out on it like he owned it, fingers barely brushing the headboard as he flung them back past his head and mussed his hair a little more—but that doesn't matter anymore. The bed is empty.

He doesn't know why he thought Keefe would care enough to leave him a letter. He would have taken a note like the ones he remembers reading about in human books during younger library visits: Gone fishing. Be back in a few hours, maybe a century. When the world has moved on without me. Moved on from me.

What a fucking coward.

[wherelanguage-ends]

I discovered Kinnporsche by accident. I think around April/May of last year I watched The Untamed and started reading fics/passively following content on tumblr/ watching bts content for the show on ig and YouTube and I guess somehow ended up seeing an edit of KP scenes, if I’m not wrong it was either EP4 or EP7.

After that it was one mad dash to catching up on 8 episodes because I distinctly remember watching reaching EP 9 and being wtf its ongoing shit I have to wait a WHOLE week for the next episode? I still remember how amazing it felt to watch Mile Apo and their sizzling hot chemistry and holy shit Porsche as a character I don’t think months later I can even begin to explain what drew me to him.

But even then I was still mostly just lurking/reblogging.

And then EP 10 hit and everything else that followed after was THE BOMB. I just couldn’t stop by myself from making VP posts just thoughts ideas reactions to them. I was doing tag novels, commenting on fics. Just for a while I was present here, engaged, talking excited about something after a really really long time.

And before I knew it there were mutuals I found whole would leave a prev tag or a response to my tag or a you-should-write-the-fic and it just made really fucking happy.

I don’t know where I’m going with this but just that for a really short time Kinnporsche made me really fucking happy and it was the thing that made me want to pick up writing again to want to be part of something to not just passively watch and move on.

[song-of-the-rune]

Lorynthian Dashboard Simulator

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Life Hack: If you wander into the woods with a fancy feast, this guy will appear and sell you mildly cursed items at a 0% discount.

🐈‍⬛️ cait-has-wares Follow

seriously who let the mortals onto faeblr

🐾 and-i-dance-dance-dance

Who says I'm mortal?

#wait is that supposed to be me #<- prev #yes #wow guys look #the world's greatest salesman found my faeblr post #yapping

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Okay update. @\am-i-the-asshole-official blocked me because they think my asks are """bait""" because they're fucking cowards. Fucking hate this web-site sometimes. Anyway update, if you wanna catch up you can check my #adventurer bullshit tag because I am NOT repeating alllll that lmao.

So latest update: they stole a copy of their fucking contract? Somehow? Which I mean I GUESS is fine but did they break into my fucking house?? Livid. Beyond livid. I don't know what they're planning on doing with this information either and I need to figure out. Whaaaaat it is they want. I have been so fucking reasonable with these two i swear to the fucking stars. Anyway. I found this out while TRYING TO GIVE THEM ANOTHER JOB!!! Can you believe this shit. Okay so in some fairness I haven't actually offered the job to them yet because I need to figure out the appropriate rates. But this seems extraordinarily reasonable of me and I just. I am so fed up with this cat. This has been such a long journey and I am tired and I don't know if I can do this anymore.

Anyway. I guess I'll put the poll here since I can't use the correct blog for that anymore. By the fucking night.

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Since people keep asking. I want them to participate in an experiment. I can't disclose too many details but they'll be well-compensated and I have the appropriate consent forms and everything.

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FINE. I'm testing whether their connections to the god of death (🤢) prevent them from turning. They'll probably be fine so I don't see what the deal is. Be better for them if it did work anyway.

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I am in your walls.

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If I didn't need your stupid scythe for web access I would block you. I am going to fucking kill you. I'm going to rip out your teeth and pummel you with a sock full of your own fucking teeth you obnoxious fucking cat

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Mmm shouldn't've put that one in this thread. Deleting that.

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Quick, everyone reblog this version.

#employer bullshit

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Moodboard for @/licherally-the-best when he finds out what happened to his secret crush and that he wasn't even involved

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...his what

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iyo what the FUCK does this mean

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OH NIGHTS FUCKING DAMN IT

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I AM GOING TO FEED YOU YOUR OWN FUCKING HANDS FOR THIS IYO

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Oops! 😘

🐾 and-i-dance-dance-dance

I'm sorry I'm your WHAT

#also that's not me. i'm a reincarnation #she is a different person from me. #i haven't had time to update the blog layout and all that but #i see you two's tags and you need to understand i am not roku #ik it was lighthearted but no one seems to get that i am literally not her #this is an important part of my culture pls respect that #meowing #speaking of i need to come up with a new talking tag

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we did it! i am a genius! i am the best! i am... FUCKING TIRED!

Спокойной ночи!

#i cannot believe this! praise anaeron! #i wish I could share but what we have done is not #how you say #ehhhh legal.

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Can we please normalize wanting to be alive? I don't understand how this is such a foreign concept, i know this is the necril-speaking corner of faeblr and there's probably some bias introduced that way but not all of us wanted to be undead and I'm kind of tired of the void normativity on this 'site. I deal with a lot of shit IRU/L and so does my qpp, who's still alive and has it even worse. just... idk think about living people when you make your posts. We're more than just a food and labor source and it is SO fucking clear that some of you feel otherwise. I have tagged so many posts about this and they all get ignored and I'm just. Tired.

🍳 mad-skilletz

🦕 the-grin

AWNN?

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I'm sorry, do you mean the god of death defiance? The god of perpetual consumption? That Awnn? Is on faeblr? Is that what you're trying to tell me?

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Lots of us gods are on faeblr lol.

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Is that Shraz. Is the god of crafting's url actually "windowdestroyer69". I love this webbedsite.

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None of you people in the notes are fae, how did you all get here.

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Well IDK about everyone else, but I came in through the window... LOL

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Hey isn't OP the lawyer for that one guy who killed his boyfriend to make him into a soulshell

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I'm sorry, your bio says you're a horse? Not a horse spirit, just a regular horse? How are you using the web. I am so confused by everything happening on this post.

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Does anyone in this thread smoke weed

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EVERYONE STOP DERAILING MY SERIOUS POSTS!!

[aria0fgold]

Was mindlessly scrolling my dash til I activated my brain and was looking for 1 post from Kaun's blog and then I saw another post I wanted to reply to while scrolling his blog (the mutual one) and I was looking at it like: Do I send an ask actually? So I scrolled up and was thinking like: Hmmm... Maybe I'll just reblog it and put <-prev and then I scroll back down and I couldn't find it again and I was like scrolling back and forth for a whole 5 minutes like: Am I blind???? I CAN'T FIND IT-- Should I just send an ask then??!?!?!?? And I finally found it and then I was looking for the other post like: Ohgod I can't find this one too-- So I just went scrolled theough a random related post, clicked the tag and when I finally found it I'm like... Wait... What I'm about to reply isn't related much to the post though I'd just make my own post-- And I'm just sitting here like Man... Why'd I fought through scrolling a blog for nearly 15 minutes looking for a post I aint even gonna reply to anyway--

[frogayyyy]

I posted 3,129 times in 2022

That's 3,112 more posts than 2021!

674 posts created (22%)

2,455 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@crystal-mouse

@frogayyyy

@universalcaffination

@ensign-cadet

@rightspocko

I tagged 2,103 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#love this art &lt;3 - 424 posts

#tos star trek - 171 posts

#spirk - 140 posts

#spock - 95 posts

#jim kirk - 58 posts

#<- prev tags - 40 posts

#star trek - 39 posts

#&lt;3 - 35 posts

#yes - 26 posts

#:’) - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#knowing how casually they discovered time warp they probably invented some kind of gravity-modifier device that they never speak about lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

found my stylophone so obviously had to play this :p

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#4

“I am not, the hell, a man. Nor am I from the so-called sunshine state” florida man stated in an exclusive interview.

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#3

‘the city on the edge of forever’ original teleplay, harlan ellison

‘killing time’ (first edition), della van hise

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#2

See the full post

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My #1 post of 2022

imagine you start watching this new show and it’s a silly little show about space set in the future then they announce the next season so you wait excitedly for five months and finally it’s here… you all sit round the tv and suddenly one of the main characters who is known for being unemotional starts going mad because of “biology…” and you slowly realise that he needs to have sex or he’s going to die so the other main character risks his entire career to help him out then they start ‘wrestling’ on the sand and the one going through the mating fever ends up killing the other guy which ends the fever but now he’s depressed because he just killed his best friend but wait he’s not actually dead the unemotional one is overjoyed everything’s fine and then they go back to work like nothing happened… you look at everyone else sitting in stunned silence thinking “did any one else think that was a little… yknow” then you accidentally start modern fandom and shipping culture

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[jessmalia]

heartless | 03. crickets chirping 

pairing: henry mills x oc a/n: this one’s shorter and doesn’t really go into the details of most of the scenes but that's because i didn’t really have anything to add. you’ve all seen the show this shouldn’t be a problem. hope you enjoy, please reblog and tell me what you thought!  warnings: once again, did not edit this.  wordcount: 1063

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The ball flew into the air, nearly touching the ceiling before gravity pulled it down and it landed in Max’s hand, and she threw it up once more. She was supposed to be working on her homework; she had even canceled taking Henry to his session with Dr. Hopper since the assignment was due yesterday, but her brain still wasn’t cooperating, so she’d settled on playing with the ball she’d won at the arcade one time.

  A knock sounded against the door. The sound distracted Max from her game of one-person-catch and the ball landed in her face. She cursed quietly, before throwing the ball on her bed and getting up, wondering who the knocker could be.

  She opened the door, and in the hallway stood Henry. His face was red and tears were streaming down his cheeks. Max immediately felt very sad and very angry. “Henry, what’s wrong?” she asked.

  He didn’t answer, instead he threw himself into Max’s arms. She was quick to return the embrace, rubbing soothing circles through his hair and whispering words of comfort.

–––

She only waited for a couple seconds before Emma opened the door. Upon seeing Max, her eyebrows rose in surprise.

  “Hey, kid. What is it?”   “It’s Henry.”

–––

She had tagged along with Emma to yell at Dr. Hopper for calling Henry crazy, a decision clearly brought on by Regina, but it seemed to have been a mistake to leave Henry alone. He had now escaped to explore the collapsing mines, hoping to find some sort of proof that the curse was real. Archie had gone in after him before Max could, and just as he did, the entrance had collapsed as well.

  Emma had the brilliant idea of removing the rocks blocking the entrance, which only seemed to make it collapse faster, and Regina did nothing but argue with her. Max’s heart was pounding the entire time, and the constant barking from Pongo wasn’t helping, either.

  Explosions were the next idea, and that didn’t work either. Man, she thought grownups were supposed to know what they're doing.

  At this point Max was just trying to focus on the good parts (Henry wasn’t there, so she would have to do it for him): no one had sent her home or tried to keep her out of their discussions. She was just as much a part of the rescue mission as the others.

  Not that she was contributing much. Partly because she couldn’t think of anything, and partly because that stupid dog wouldn’t stop–

  Wait.

  “Shut up!” Max interrupted the grownups' frantic conversation, and they all listened, turning towards her. “Pongo,” she said, running towards the firetruck where the workers had locked the dog in, and opened the door. “He’s Archie’s dog!”

  Her explanation was enough for the group of adults, and they all followed the dog as it tried sniffing his owner out.

  “He’s found something!” said Emma, as the dog stopped, and a quick sweeping away of the leaves on the ground revealed an airshaft that went down to the mines. They got the bars off, leaving a deep hole leading down.

  Regina frowned. “So, what now?”

  “You need to lower someone straight down, or the line will collapse the sides of the shaft,” said Marco.

  “Lower me down,” said Regina.

  Emma shook her head. “No way, I’ll do it.”

  “Actually,” said Graham, “It’s too narrow for either of you to fit.”

  Max let out a shaky breath. “I can do it.” Her voice was steady as she looked at the adults with an unwavering determination in her eyes.

  Graham shook his head. “No way. I can’t send a little kid down there.”

  “Please,” Max begged, trying to stop the tears from escaping her eyes, “let me do it. Henry’s all I got!” She turned to look at Regina as she said the last sentence. She had identical tears in her eyes, and Max knew she could relate to what she’d said.

  Something passed between them then. An understanding. Maybe they weren’t as bad as they thought.

  Regina turned to Graham. “Let her.”

  Strapping on the harness only took a minute, and soon they had attached it to the truck, and Max was being lowered down into the hole. If the situation wasn't so dire, she would’ve marveled at how cool bad-ass this was.

  After a while, she started hearing voices from below her, and she grinned, now filled with hope. Things were going to be just fine.

  “Do you guys have room for one more down there, or do you wanna get out of here?” she shouted, altering the boy and man to her presence.

  Henry looked up from the small elevator-type thing they were in, and when he spotted Max, his face lit up with that wonderfully bright grin of his. “Max! I knew you’d come!”

  A sweet smile spread across her lips at that.

  Dr. Hopper lifted Henry up, and he clung onto Max, arms and legs wrapped around her. When the ground started shaking again and the elevator started falling to the ground, it seemed for a second that Dr. Hopper wouldn’t make it, but in the last second he hooked his umbrella into a clasp attached to Max’s harness.

–––

It was later in the evening, and Emma, Max and Henry were still sitting by the mines, watching Dr. Hopper and Marco talk to each other — or Jiminy Cricket and Geppetto, according to Henry’s theories. Max had her arm wrapped around Henry’s waist, and he was resting his head on her shoulder.

  “Is that Archie’s father?” asked Emma.

  “No,” said Henry slowly; she could tell he was getting tired. “They’re just old friends.”

  Emma leaned into Henry and took his hand. “You really scared me,” she said seriously.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Marco and Dr. Hopper finished their joyous reunion, and turned towards where the three of them were sitting.

  “Gentlemen,” Emma greeted, before turning back to Henry. “Come on. Your mom wants to take you home.”

  Henry lifted his head from Max’s shoulder and nodded, preparing to get up, but stopped himself. “Hey!” he said. “Listen.”

  Max frowned and tried listening to what Henry was talking about. She gasped as she realized. “Crickets,” she said, smiling. They were chirping.

  They had never done that before.

  “They’re back,” said Henry, and turned to Max with a matching smile. “Things are changing.”

–––

A/n: I know the whole “it’s too narrow for Emma to fit” thing doesn’t make any sense since Archie gets out that way later but ssssshhhhh. 

heartless taglist: @jochase

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 6

Kink: Handjobs

Pairing: Room mate!Steve Rogers x f!Room mate! Reader

Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, room mates to lovers (ig?), listening/watching of porn, JOI porn, smutty audiobook mentioned, descriptions of masturbation (m and f), praise and petnames (good boy, baby, sweetheart), handjob (m recieving), soft!dom!reader X submissive!Steve (the man just needs some taking care of)

Not Beta read (I'll have to edit my mistakes when I have the chance!)

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Your roommate forgets to disconnect his Bluetooth headphones from his phone, leading to an embarrassing moment between you both that segues into something more.

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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A/N: And they were roommates...

Originally, I had planned for this to go in a slightly different direction - but prefferred this!

But I have to admit, I do like a good roomates to lovers and have been playing with a few ideas of a Roommate!Steve (and potentially a Roommate!Bucky) so I may have accidentally started a little collection... Sorry for posting late, migraines all day had me conked out, just a double whammy for tonight!- Love, Grem x

You’d fallen into a nice routine since moving in with Steve. He was the perfect roommate, an utter gentleman, and easy on the eyes too. You knew being Captain America was a stressful full time job, and you were surprised to find that behind the stoic, stern symbol of hope was a friendly artist from Brooklyn.

It had taken Steve some time in getting used to you being around. When he went away on his first mission outside of the US , he’d forgotten you now lived with him and had startled you on your way to the bathroom. He’d been so apologetic about it and you'd just laughed. From then on, he’d text you when he was on his way home from a mission and from then on you always made sure there were leftovers in the fridge for him.  

Occasionally you’d spend time together, watching a movie, or idle chit chat as you cooked breakfast for you both. Steve slowly but surely came out of his shell and relaxed around you – and you him – cracking jokes, gently ribbing each other. You didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears burned  when you complimented him or how your heart fluttered when he’d brush past you to throw a dirty mug into the sink. But you were just roommates.

And you were currently a roommate with dead headphones.

“Steve?” you emerged from your room and padded out into the living area, spotting Steve who quickly locked his phone looking at you with wide eyes. You locked an eyebrow as you approached. “You alright?”

“Y-Yeah.” He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “Thought you were in bed.”

You shrug helplessly. “Dead headphones. Could I borrow yours whilst mine charge please? If that’s okay?”

Steve nods and twists to point over at the kitchen counter. “Yeah, sure. They should be over there somewhere.”

You waltz over to the counter and find the headphone case easily, missing how Steve’s eyes follow your figure. You turn back to him and smile, wiggling the case.

“Thanks, lifesaver. Couldn’t miss the next chapter of my book.”   

Steve smiles back  but his expression looks like a mixture of disappointment and relief that you seem to be leaving to head back to your room.  “No worries. Night.”

“Night. Don't stay  up too late, Stevie.” You say as you grasp the handle to your door.  Steve only hums in response and waits for you to be safely shut away in your room before unlocking his phone again.

He runs his hand over his face as he looks down at the videos before him. It wasn’t the first time he visited porn sites, but lately he’d found  the perfect stress relief after a day of being Captain America. He felt the shame trickle down his spine and pushed away the guilty thoughts that plagued him in moments like these. Captain America being told what to do? Having powerful women instruct  him to jerk off, shower him with praise, and tell him when to cum was more than enough for blackmail, let alone the jokes that Tony would make if the information ever saw the light of day. And you had almost caught him.

Steve shivers, palming his growing erection over his joggers. God, it was worse knowing he liked you almost catching him. Would you have flustered? Or would you have complimented his cock with that teasing smile you always seem to wear? 

Steve curses under his breath at the thought, cock twitching. He shakes his head to try and rid himself of the thought but it sticks, and he scrolls through the myriad of videos until he finds a promising one. With one final cautionary glance at your door, he shuffles his joggers and boxers down to take out his hardening cock. He only needs the volume low thanks to super soldier hearing and you’d either be fast asleep or listening to whatever audio book you were listening to this month to hear what has about to happen. Steve makes himself comfortable again the sofa pillows, leaning into them and pumping his cock a few times thinking about how good you must look right now cuddled under the covers in those tight pyjama shorts. Before he gets lots in the daydream, he hits play on the video, continuing to stroke himself but slowly now; awaiting his instructions. After a moment there’s still no sound. Steve clicks the buttons to up the volume, continuing slow ministrations and thinking of you.

Before Steve had pressed play, you had been lying in bed with the headphones in, debating whether or not you would go to hell for using your hot roommate Bluetooth headphones to listen to smut. Your body flushed at the thought but... you needed an extra helping hand before bed tonight since you’d had a particularly stressful day too. Steve didn’t need to know.

When the audio kicked in, you thought you had accidentally hit play, and allowed yourself to be subjected to your fate. You heaved a contented, almost smug sigh, eyes fluttering closed as you  reached down under the band of your pyjama shorts. The narrator’s voice sounded different somehow. Maybe they’d changed actors? Then she started giving instructions. Your frown with your eyes closed, fingers finding your clit but not moving. It isn’t until you hear the words “good boy” being uttered that your eyes fly open in horror.

Steve’s headphones are still connected to his phone.

Steve is watching porn.

Steve doesn’t know you can hear it.

Your face burns red with embarrassment and you scramble to get the earphones out of your ears. Even though you shouldn’t, you feel heat pool between your legs. You should tell him. He hasn’t realised. But would it be weird? If you disconnect the headphones he might suspect it but if you text him it’d be worse. And God forbid you see what he’s doing in the living room.

Your fingers hover over the Bluetooth icon on your phone. Your imagination is running wild and now you really don’t think you need your smutty little audiobook anymore.

The volume gets turned up on the headphones again and you can hear the woman continue talking  through instructions in a sultry voice.  You panic, blushing furiously, and rip the covers away from you. You trip out of bed, grasping at the headphones and call out.

“STEVE!”

Big mistake.

You balk. Why did you call for him? You hide your head under your hands as you hear Steve scramble in the living room, cursing as he knocks a foot against the coffee table. He bursts into your room, face flushed, and sees you lying on the floor. You don’t look up. You can’t meet his eyes.

Steve opens his mouth to ask if you’re alright, you look like you’ve fallen out of bed, but as he does he hears it. In the blind panic to help you, he forgot to hit pause. The sounds from the video echoing from the headphones in your grasp. Red creeps up Steve’s neck and face and he stammers. This was a nightmare.

“ohmygod,” he breathes out, hiding his face. “Oh- Y/N – God- How long were you-?” He stops himself clearly even more flustered by the fact you may have (totally) been listening.

You remember you still exist and your head snaps up, equally as red as Steve’s, meeting his glimmering blue eyes with an apologetic look.

“I thought it was mine.” You clarify, and Steve looks like he might pass out.

“What do you mean yours?”

“I... thought it was my audiobook.” Your voice grows quieter at your admission and you give Steve a sheepish look. You both stare at each other for an age; each wrapping your head’s around the new information you’d discovered about each other, and trying to come to terms with the tension that was now entirely palpable between you.

You were the first to speak, lips twitching into a smirk slightly. “So.... do we want to talk about this?”

The smirk made Steve’s cock twitch. There it was, the same teasing smirk you always gave him. He had been so close to cumming when you’d called out for him, and the embarrassment that followed ruined the high, but at least he’d have material to work with when he went back to his bed.

Steve held up his hands and found himself smiling nervously down at you. “No thanks, I think I’ll pass.”

“That’s it, good boy.”

You have to bite back a laugh as the woman’s voice erupts from the headphones in your hand. Steve looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.

“She’s really going for it,” you comment, trying to break the ice. Steve starts to grin but he groans. You’d heard him sigh and groan before, and it never ceased to make you hot and bothered. “I see why you like it so much.”

“Please don’t.” Steve chuckles softly. “My old heart can’t take it. I’m sorry I forgot to disconnect them.”

“S’all good.”  You clamber to your feet and hold out his headphones to him, Immediately  wiping your sweaty palms onto your pyjama shorts. “And for what it’s worth, totally normal. Don’t be too embarrassed.”

“Hrm,” Steve grumbles, looking at the headphones in his large palm. When his gaze shifts back to you, he’s smirking slightly with a raised eyebrow. “And you thought this was your...?” He can’t quite get himself to say the word porn, but you roll your eyes playfully at him.

“My porn audiobook – yes.” Your eyes narrow teasingly at him. “But I’ll only share it with you if you’re a good boy.”

Steve’s body goes rigid,  and your expression softens. “Sorry. Too soon to joke about it?”

Steve’s looking down at you, pupils blown wide, trying to learn how to breathe again and hide the fact that his cock is rock hard between you. He shakes his head gently and clears his throat.

“N-no. It’s fine.” Steve huffs, eyes still fixated on you. Heat unfurls between your thighs under his gaze.

“Steve?” Your voice is so quiet it’s barely audible. Your heart beats in your ears and you watch Steve’s Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly.

“yeah?” his voice is hoarse, bordering on desperate.

“Do you want me to call you a good boy?” You murmur. You watch as his eyes flutter and he bites down on his plush lip, suppressing a throaty sound that you’re sure sounds like a strangled whimper that makes your pussy throb with excitement. “It’s okay. You can say it. I don’t mind.”

“Fuck.” Steve curses, half turning away from you. When he turns, you can see the tent in his joggers and you almost swoon at the sight. “We shouldn’t-“

“Not what I asked, Stevie.” You say firmly. Steve’s eyes betray his thoughts and he only nods. You offer him your hand with a soft smile. “You’re okay – I’ve got you.”

The reassurance seems to be what he needs because the super soldier allows you to lead him to your bed. You let him sit down first and you stand between his muscular thighs. He’s still almost as tall as you sitting down, but you’re just that little bit taller like this to cup his face and tilt it up towards you to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. Steve breathes hard through his nose, his eyes close, and his shoulders slowly sag as you kiss. His big hands ghost over your thighs to settle on your hips. When you pull away to take a breath, you smile down at him, still cupping his soft clean shaven face.

“Good boy,” Your murmur against his lips and Steve audibly sighs in delight. “Now, undress and lay back for me. I wanna take care of you.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. His shirt is the first thing to go, tossed to the floor somewhere. Your eyes rake down his chest and your hands follow tracing the outlines of his taut muscles. He shivers underneath your touch and his breathing hitches when you reach the waistband of his joggers. There's barely anything left to the imagination with Steve's length straining against the thing fabric and you watch as Steve's blue eyes look up at you one last time; searching yours in case you want to back out. Before the point of no return.

He obeys, quietly shuffling back. His breathing is deep and laboured, his eyes never leave you as you kneel between his legs on your bed. You're hot all over - you dreamed of having him in your bed but now that he was here you almost felt self-conscious. But you had meant what you said when you told him you wanted to take care of him. Gently wrapping your fingers around his cock, the heat and hardness of the smooth skin making your mouth water, you pump a few times to adjust your grip. Steve lets out a breathy sigh but watches closely.

You swallow and nod at him, urging him with a barely audible "Go on," as encouragement. When Steve's cock is free, you lick your lips subconsciously at the sight. Big was an understatement and there's a dribble of pre-cum leaking from the tip already. You can feel Steve watching you, patiently waiting instruction, and your eyes meet his again.

"Further back onto the bed, Stevie."

You set a steady rhythm, Steve's breath hitching as you pump his weeping cock and shower him with praises making his head fall back into your pillows with muffled moans. As sexy as it was watching Steve try to suppress his moans by biting his (ridiculously) soft lips, you were desperate to hear them. Especially if, after tonight, things became... awkward at best.

"Don't keep those pretty sounds from me," You coo lasciviously at him, letting a blob of spit slowly roll from your tongue and drip onto the tip of his cock. The gasp Steve emits makes his whole body jerk, and heat rushes to his face. His cock twitches as you pump him harder, faster and now slicker, smirking up at him with that devilish grin he sees every night before he closes his eyes.

"Oh, fuuuuck." Steve moans loudly, and you chuckle; pleased he listened and pleased by how his eyes roll back and how he can't seem to stop his hips jerking.

"You were such a good boy Stevie but you should have said something. And let me take care of you." Your voice is low and seductive, you barely recognise it's you who's speaking. It's not often you get to be like this and your brain (or another organ entirely) is speaking without thinking.

"That's it baby, be nice and loud for me."

Steve huffs, brows furrowing softly trying to focus himself; which only spurs you on more. You grip his cock a little harder, expertly gliding your hand up and down.

"You like thinking about this when you're alone, Stevie? When I've been across the hall this entire time?"

"Shit, yes - oh." Steve groans again, cock twitching in your palm. You feel a sense of pride, and a flutter of something you dare not mention, at the confession. You're glad it's not just one-sided attraction, at the very least.

"Mm, I should have." Steve hums, breathing becoming heavier and heavier by the second. You are relentless, pumping him with the occasional trail of drool, and unabashed praises of him just to watch him squirm under your touch.

"Your cock is so pretty Stevie," Your murmur to him, watching his sac tighten as you fist his cock faster. "I can't wait to taste it."

Both the comment itself and the very thought of having your lips around his cock, make Steve cum so hard his vision blurs for a few seconds. His face and neck are flushed and he's coated in his own cum, panting hard with his eyes closed. You smile at the sight, committing it to memory before any guilt or shame sets in. You stealthily move over him to your bedside table to grab some wet wipes. Steve barely moves at the shift on the bed, but his eyes peek over to you and you gently smile down at him. You pull a wet-wipe free and hand it to him, unsure how he'd react to you cleaning him up.

"You okay, sweetheart?" You ask softly, sitting against the edge of the bed as Steve graciously takes the wipe from you. His face his bright red still and you start feeling the nibbles of guilt at the edges of your mind. You had both been willing and horny... but perhaps jeopardising your friendship to make Captain America cum wasn't the smartest idea.

"Mm." Steve clears his throat, still avoiding eye contact, and takes another wet-wipe. You fight the urge to make a joke about the super-soldier amount of cum. Not now.

"Hey," You reach out to touch his shoulder but stop when Steve looks over at you with his baby blues still blown wide. "This doesn't have to change anything if you don't want it to. We can pretend this never happened."

You shuffle awkwardly on the edge of your bed, grasping your hands in your lap. "But I... liked it. And I wouldn't mind if you wanted to... spend the night in here."

"I think I'd like that." He mumbles. "And I think I'd like to do it again sometime."

You can't tell if you've crossed the line from reassurance to worry for a moment. The silence drags for what feels like an eternity until Steve's features go from flustered to soft, with that cute smile he does so well.

Now it's your turn to go red. "Good. Great."

Steve chuckles. "But first, since you heard my audio... I think it's fair I heard yours."

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Constellations Ch. 5

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Chapter Titles include: *Captain America PSA voice* So you've witnessed your first ghost attack, Baby's first battle, What literally everyone has been waiting for, Guess Who? Ghost Edition, and Sam Judo flips Draco. Buckle in this is a long one folks.

(Notes: Just a reminder that Danny spent a whole summer with the Malfoy’s before GoF. As such, I didn't think it felt right if all of Draco’s interactions in the book were exactly the same. So there were definitely some changes through the year, including him not being as big of a jerk.

Danny made him think about things.

….He was still a jerk though.)

..........

A week after Danny left Malfoy Manor, Draco’s parents took him to the Quidditch World Cup. 

It was thrilling, as it always was. His father had made sure they had top box seats, as the Minister's personal guests even, with a sizable donation to St. Mungo's.

But all Draco could think of was that it would be a lot more fun if Danny had been with him.

He could have talked to Danny about the tactics and strategies they were using in the game. About the differences between school and professional games.

Danny probably would have laughed at the mascots brought out and told him another wild story from his hometown.

He hadn't even noticed Potter and his friends till the minister was showing him off like a prized owl. Draco rolled his eyes and ignored them.

Maybe it was better Danny hadn't come. He'd be insisting to meet Draco's "arch enemy". He found Draco’s hatred of the Gryffindors comical.

The match and the whole trip back to the luxury temporary house his parents had commissioned weeks before, were nothing but a whirlwind Draco didn't quite remember. It had been a relief to escape into the charmed house, where none of the partying outside could be heard.

The next thing Draco knew, his mother was pulling him out of bed.

"Get up Draco." She ordered. "Dress quickly and follow me."

His mother was waiting by the door by the time he made it down the stairs. It was only opened an inch, but Draco could hear the screams and spell fire coming from outside.

His mother looked at him, her hand on the door. "I'm going to get Lucius. Wait for us just inside the tree line."

Draco felt like a rock had suddenly dropped in his stomach. "Where's Father?"

"Don't worry about that," she said softly. She leaned forward to cup his face. "Wait for us, and stay out of the way."

And Draco did as she asked. He followed the crowd, till he made it to the forest. From there he wandered just in the tree line till he found a hidden clearing with a view to the camp grounds.

His back hit a tree and he grabbed his elbows, slowly sliding to the forest floor, for once not caring about the leaves and dirt that would get all over his expensive robes. All he could think about was "What if Danny had come with?"

He wasn't stupid, he knew what was happening as he saw flashes of red and green and a family of muggles spinning above pointed wands. He knew exactly who was out there. A dark head flopped forward and Draco felt his stomach twist into knots.

That could have been his brother.

There was a part of Draco that always….knew this was how muggles and squib were treated by some wixen. It was a mindset he had always known, this is how muggles were supposed to be treated. It was what he was raised on.

And Danny….Danny was such a muggle. He never hid his upbringing, always going on about the things he did and how different it was in the wizarding world. He gladly called himself a squib, a defiant look in his eyes as if he was taking the almost slur and reclaiming it as something to be proud of.

That could've been Danny. But he's safe.

He's safe.

For the first time in his life, Draco hated being a pureblood.

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Look what I'm working ;)

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"Sam, what are you planning?" Danny leaned over her shoulder to see what she was writing. "Oh….I don't see how any of that will help."

"What are you planning to force on me?" Draco asked.

Sam smirked at him and started counting on her fingers, "The Craft, Blair Witch Project, Hocus Pocus-"

"One of those is not like the other Sam." Tucker said.

"Hush. Hansel and Gretel-"

"Maybe not that one!" Danny hissed.

Tucker snorted, "Isn't that the one with the guy that plays Hawkeye? Also the one that-"

"Yes," Danny interrupted, shoving his hand in Tucker's face, "What about Lord of the Rings? Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee, Narnia?"

"Sleepy Hollow, Elvira, The Crucible." Sam continued.

Danny paused, "Maybe The Crucible, if only because it's on the study guide. He's staying for the entire summer, I'd rather not traumatize him. Please. I am begging you."

She looked at him flatly, "Then beg."

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Bespoke: Isabela Madrigal is an asexual lesbian in the way that she thinks girls are pretty but keeps getting distracted by carnivorous plants, throwing cacti around, and dyeing her hair and dress different colors

128 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

#2

People always make like....Dan or some eldircth being or Vlad the opposition when writing King Danny but yall are sleeping on a great potential villain:

Walker

132 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

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Constellations Ch. 4

[Alternatively titled: Draco's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

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Homeroom/English Literature

Wes came back with a scowl and refused to look in Danny or Draco's direction. Danny considered that a win for today. Mr. Lancer considered phoning Walter Weston about taking Wes out of school for the day.

"Semester tests are in two weeks," Mr. Lancer said, "The tests will take place on the last few days of school, and are optional for students that meet the proper requirements. For those of you who didn't quite make the grade, or didn't make it to class, " He shot a pointed look to Danny, "You will have to take them. I'll pass out the study guide, and we will spend this week going over it and reviewing the test material. For those of you opting out of the test, consider this a free period so long as you remain quiet and unobtrusive to those studying."

He started passing out the thick sheets of paper. Dash groaned when he got his, "Mr. Lancer this is, like, 50 pages long!"

"Front and back." Valerie muttered, flicking through the pages.

"It's only twelve pages, but if you don't think it's enough-"

He was immediately met with protests from around the room, insisting 'No, it's fine! We don't need anymore!'. He smirked.

Handing a packet to Danny's recent tag-a-long, he said, "Even though you won't be taking any tests, perhaps you could help Mr. Fenton study his. It would at least give you something to do in class."

Draco took the plain sheets of paper with furrowed brows and Mr. Lancer continued down the aisle. Quickly scanning over the paper, he leaned over and asked, "Danny what is 'Shakespeare'?"

Danny stared at him. He turned to Sam, "You are helping me study."

Mr. Lancer finished passing out the papers, and proceeded up front to go over them. Half the class was playing on their phones underneath their desks. (Or in Paulina's case, just holding it up in front of her face.)

The other half was at least attempting to take notes. Wes muttered furiously under his breath and Valerie was viciously scribbling down everything she could. Tucker jotted down schematic notes between questions as he thought about different improvements he could make to his tech and the Fenton's. Sam was reading something covered in black leather and dust underneath the table. Danny started out taking notes but then got distracted trying to explain….pretty much everything on the study guide to Draco.

Tucker leaned over, "Do you guys not have English Lit where you're from?"

Draco gave him a scathing look. "We have practical classes, on subjects we use in our daily lives. Why on Earth would you need to know-" he squinted at the paper, "'Who seems less impulsive and more realistic- Romeo or Juliet?' What use is that?"

Sam made a hm noise and pulled out a paper.

"Sam, what are you planning?" Danny leaned over her shoulder to see what she was writing. "Oh….I don't see how any of that will help."

"What are you planning to force on me?" Draco asked.

Sam smirked at him and started counting on her fingers, "The Craft, Blair Witch Project, Hocus Pocus-"

"One of those is not like the other Sam." Tucker said.

"Hush. Hansel and Gretel-"

"Maybe not that one!" Danny hissed.

Tucker snorted, "Isn't that the one with the guy that plays Hawkeye? Also the one that-"

"Yes," Danny interrupted, shoving his hand in Tucker's face, "What about Lord of the Rings? Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee, Narnia?"

"Sleepy Hollow, Elvira, The Crucible." Sam continued.

Danny paused, "Maybe The Crucible, if only because it's on the study guide. He's staying for the entire summer, I'd rather not traumatize him. Please. I am begging you."

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Beta: N/A Rating: Mature 18+ Pairing: BTS OT7 Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Omegaverse Words: 1.3k Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)

Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person’s secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-).

When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn’t expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn’t care. Working in his father’s electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi’s real passion is music.

One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.

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Yoongi almost felt normal, well his ‘normal’ before everything he knew turned upside and inside out. He was back to working in his father’s business and all he had to do was take one small pill. Pulling on his jumpsuit, he called his father just to confirm, he was perfectly capable of completing the work he missed.

Grabbing the keys, the bottle of pills, he decided against the stronger dose as the mild one worked perfectly fine yesterday. Getting into the van he put the address into his GPS and drove to the gated estate in which the famous band members stayed. It was a long drive but Yoongi couldn’t even bring himself to be tired, he wondered if it was the iced americano that made him happy. He repressed any thoughts that it might have something to do with the fact he was heading back to the apartment filled with the impressive Alphas and beautiful Omegas.

He would be lying if he hadn’t felt his heart flutter when he thought about seeing Seokjin and Jimin again in the flesh and a tiny flutter in his tummy when he thought of the Powerful Alpha’s each with a delicious scent that haunted him.

Yoongi pulled into the driveway and stopped before the Barrier Arm his window in line with the security booth, he leaned over showing his ID and giving his business.

“You aren’t on the list?” Yoongi frowned and called the number Seokjin had given him and it went through on the third call.

“Hello, this is Kim Seokjin,” the omega answered, making Yoongi take a sharp breath, his mouth feeling dry.

“Hey, it’s Min Yoongi, your electrician, I am out the front to finish up the repairs but I can’t get in, I can come back another day if it’s not a convenient time” Yoongi flushed as the security guard watched him, it was awkward.

“I will come down, wait there” the phone line went dead and Yoongi forced a laugh.

“Have you had a long day?” it was such an awkward question on top of an awkward situation, Yoongi wanted to leave quickly. His savior came in the form of Kim Seokjin who slipped into the car and the barrier arm was lifted.

“Why are you so pink?” Seokjin asked, placing the back of his hand on Yoongi’s forehead.

“I just made an absolute fool of myself with the gatekeeper,” Yoongi huffed his lips pursing, “I am never coming back here again,”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Seokjin laughed “I enjoy your company and I wouldn’t mind seeing you again, well that’s it you can never leave, if you see him again you will turn into a tomato”

Yoongi laughed wholeheartedly, something about Seokjin’s expressions was so lively and comical and it made Yoongi feel giddy just seeing it. Like he could play around and not be judged, not that Yoongi had ever really cared what people thought of him. It’s just he usually had a stone-cold exterior and found it awkward to speak about anything outside of a professional setting. 

So it was easy to laugh and joke around even embarrass himself in front of the omega when it couldn’t compare to what had happened during his heat, this man had seen him at his worst and yet still wanted to be friends and that's what gave Yoongi the confidence to relax.

“Come on in, let me help carry some things,” Seokjin said, “Oh, I forgot to warn you, Jimin is in heat but he is in his bedroom and that shouldn’t affect anything right?”

Yoongi shrugged unsure if it would affect him or not, he hadn’t been exposed to anyone in a heat, hell he had only had a heat once. “I’m not sure,”

“How did the appointment with the specialist go, you were available, I didn’t know if you were busy on that day so I just guessed, I hoped you could make it, it’s not easy getting into seeing the specialist there as she is very good.” Seokjin said

“She doesn’t take new patients either so I am wondering what strings you pulled to get me an appointment?” Yoongi huffed the stairs and took a lot out of him and the two stopped halfway on a small landing to catch their breath. The two laughed at one another, “I am getting too old for this?”

“Tell me about it, everyone else seems to be spring chickens and I am over here taking afternoon naps,” Seokjin laughed “The only thing that doesn’t age is my pretty face and my attitude.”

“I want a nap,” Yoongi mumbled, getting to the top of the staircase and walking down the hall until they reached a familiar door. 

Seokjin opened the door, with a cheeky grin, “You can take a nap and finish the work in an hour if you want?” 

The house was as luxurious as Yoongi remembered, he declined the offer to rest wanting to get his work finished. He stepped in hesitantly and the scents lingered in the walls carpet and floated in the air like pollen. It was captivating and safe and for the first time since he left he relaxed.

Taking out the clip board, Yoongi went over the details of where he was adding new powerpoints and light switches that he had run through the roof the last time he was here. He switched off the power as he always did for his own safety and got to work. It was easy and with every breath he felt his body relax calmer and calmer until his eyes shut for a moment.

“Jin, the air conditioner isn’t working,” Yoongi caught the most delicious scent drifting down the hallway and when he turned he saw a very naked and extremely sweaty Hoseok in his boxes.

“Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t know we had guests?” Hoseok said, Yoongi didn’t want to admit it but the band members had left a strong impression on him and he spent his time researching their music and finding out about each member's personality. 

Yoongi was captivated by Jimin his singing and dancing, the way he moved was honestly so captivating that Yoongi could admit he had fallen in love with Jimin when he performed. But, his eyes were often stolen by Hoseok, in interviews he stole the spotlight and made Yoongi laugh, and in his dance he could be a total wild card. Was he sweet, sexy, tough, romantic, bouncy and light, or soft and passionate?

Hoseok seemed the total opposite of Yoongi, Hoseok was outgoing and loud by nature, and well that intrigued Yoongi a lot more than he wanted to admit.

“The power is out, because Yoongi is finishing up the electrical work,” Seokjin said exasperated, “maybe try not to…”

Seokjin dropped his voice and Hoseok giggled, “You know Jimin whines if I don’t give him what he wants.”

Moving to the fridge which was right beside Yoongi. Yoongi tried to focus on his work as he leant over the counter to reach the back wall where he was attaching wires for a powerpoint. 

Hoseok moving closer pushed his scent in Yoongi’s direction making his stomach churn and his knees weaken. He reached into his pocket and took the mild pill and he sighed in relief, knowing he was safe. 

What he didn’t expect was for Hoseok to slide past him, he put a hand on Yoongi’s waist as a preemptive warning that he was stepping behind him, and he reached up trying to grab a glass from the cupboard above Yoongi’s head.

Yoongi felt the churn in his stomach again, this time heavier, his legs shook and he gripped the counter a small whimper falling past his lips. Yoongi tried to lift his chest from the counter but it was a form of submission and his body automatically doubled over the bench for the dominant Alpha behind him. His earthy scent was intoxicating, grapefruit, pepper and cedar. He was fresh, spicy, and warm.

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Silent Love || chapter one

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x deaf!Bokuto Kotaro

tags: stress (?)

word count: 541

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The library was Keiji’s haven; he found solace in its silence. He’d often find himself in the library—always making time for it, his safe space. On hard days, Keiji would book a study room for more silence, peace—today happened to be one of those days.

Keiji’s boss was nagging him all day: rejecting panels, adjusting deadlines to be sooner, giving him more work; overall, he was belittling Keiji’s work. And after all his countless attempts to meet his boss’ expectations, he had finally met them.

It had been a long, stressful day at work and he needed some alone time—some peace, so he booked a study room. When he arrived, he greeted the librarian as usual and trekked toward the room; he stood in front of the door and saw someone in there. That’s odd. He checked his wristwatch for the time: 4:30 sharp—he was on time.

Confused, Keiji knocked on the glass door twice, but he didn’t receive a response. He tried knocking again, a bit louder this time, but he still didn’t receive an answer. Keiji slid the door open, just enough for his body to be in view. “Excuse me,” he called out: no response. Are they purposefully ignoring him? No, perhaps they have earbuds on. He tried to contain his resolve.

He stepped into the room and called out, again, “excuse me?” He lightly tapped the stranger’s shoulder; he quickly turned around, facing Keiji with wide eyes. Keiji stepped away and bowed, “my apologies.” He stood upright, pushing his glasses up a bit. “It’s just that I tried knocking but I assume you couldn’t hear it. I also tried calling out, too.” The person looked at him, confused. “This room, I booked it for this time, so…” he fiddled with his fingers, not knowing what else to say.

The stranger quickly turned away, grabbing a notebook and pen from off the table. He opened the notebook and began writing something, leaving Keiji confused.

After a moment, the notebook was turned toward Keiji; he leaned in a bit to read what was written.

I’m sorry for not having heard you, I’m deaf.

So that’s why his attempts went unnoticed. Keiji glanced up at the stranger, then kept reading.

Please give me a moment to gather my belongings and be out of your hair.

Keiji stepped back a little, lips drawn in a thin line; the stranger turned away at his look and began gathering his items.

“Wait,” Keiji put a hand on the person’s shoulder; they looked at him. Keiji motioned toward the notebook and he handed it to him. He started to write then flipped the notebook around.

You could stay if you’d like. I don’t mind.

The stranger took the notebook from him and wrote back.

Are you sure?

Keiji gave a small nod. The stranger’s eyes lit up and they smiled brightly, causing Keiji to smile a little. He took a seat across from him when the notebook was passed back to him.

I’m Bokuto Kotaro by the way.

Keiji looked up and smiled softly at Kotaro, taking the notebook.

I’m Akaashi Keiji. It’s nice to meet you, Bokuto-san.

The two men looked at each other and smiled warmly before doing their own thing.

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