#yes i’m very anxious lol how could you tell

[julezo]

thought i was a logical person until its election day and 51% of the votes being counted means 100% and “still up in the air” means “we’re all fucking dead”

[deandoesthingstome]

Gothic Fantasy

Pairing: Vampire!August x Reader

Summary: Are you in over your head, little girl?

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, exhibitionism, oral sex (m and f receiving), spanking, p in v (doggy style), anal toy/anal sex, dom!August, Sir and princess, monster fucking (which involves at least one bite, right?).

Fantasy Hotel Masterlist

You took your time with a little extra research, but the ancient myth vibe of the story you created out of your experience with Sy was a hit and your werewolf!boyfriend tale had been picking up steam thanks to the upcoming holiday. Subscriptions were rolling in which left you both excited and anxious. 

sendmeanangel: i have enough to cover at least two more stays even if nothing more comes in at this point MNstrluvr: how could nothing more come in?  sendmeanangel: look, i’m having a great time, but at some point in my life i should probably stop paying for monster sex and get a boyfriend, right? darkgothnightengale: that time doesn’t have to be right now. Besides, how will you ever go back to some regular guy? sendmeanangel: very funny. This can’t be a sustainable way to go through life. I just worry people will start feeling like they are owed new monster fucking tales every week because they subscribed to read the ones already out there. I don’t want to let people down or make them think they got played somehow MNstrluvr: what if when you get to the point where you think you're through, you make that clear to any new subscribers? And just because you aren’t fucking a new monster at the hotel every week doesn’t mean you can’t keep writing amazing stories that your followers will love darkgothnightengale: you can write whatever you want when you want. There’s nothing on the site that promises content on any kind of consistent basis and people can always stop subscribing if they feel cheated, which is stupid because they are still getting quality content. you have a voice that people like to read. It doesn’t have to be about shapeshifters or vampires sendmeanangel: speaking of which MNstrluvr: YES!!! I’m so glad you decided to try him next. I cannot wait. He looks so fucking hot sendmeanangel: yeah, well walter continues to be completely booked. besides, they all look fucking hot lol MNstrluvr: there’s just something even more dangerous in his eyes. He looks totally unhinged. In a good way. darkgothnightengale: the best way sendmeanangel: you guys are crazy

“It's lovely to see you again. Thank you for signing the T&C online this time. I hope you had a chance to look through the extra restrictions on this room. It's very important that they are adhered to.”

Were you being called out? Did the hotel somehow know your two previous hosts had broken rules for you? Hopefully no one was getting into trouble.

“We simply don't want any mishaps,” as if in answer to the questions swirling in your mind. Though it still didn't tell you if they knew.

The desk clerk handed you another heavy iron key. Where the mechanism to open the forest room last month had been fairly plain and rustic, this one was filled with intricate lacy patterns. You wanted to snap a picture of the antique gothic skeleton key and send it to your online friends but decided it might be too much like bragging. After all, this would be the third fantasy visit they'd talked you into. Not that you needed much prodding anymore. That they couldn't partake in reality was making you feel bad, no matter how happy for you your friends said they were.

You made your way down the hall after exiting the elevator and stopped before the heavy wooden arched door full of intricately carved details that matched the key in your hand. The room was dark when you stepped in, but before you could reach for a light switch, a deep voice spoke from across the room, sending a cold shiver down your spine.

"You're late."

"I only just checked in."

"And no apology, I see. It's five after. We were to start on the hour. I assumed that was clear, but maybe I'll need to remind you of the importance of punctuality during our time together."

A finger snap sounded from the place in the dark where you heard the voice and flames lit up a fireplace nearby. Your eyes were drawn there, hoping the glow of the flame would illuminate your host, but no one appeared. All you saw was the carved stone of the mantle and wrought iron candelabras filled with fat pillars that were lighting one by one as if by magic as well.

As the warm light began to bathe the room, you felt a rush of air behind you and heard the door to the room slam shut. You turned to see nothing again, though you heard the click of a lock.

"Did you at least come prepared?" the voice sounded near your ear, though again, no one was to be seen as you spun once more to face into the room.

"I did," you answered into the space in front of you, even as you peered left and right. Where the fuck was he?

“Right here,” he spoke from behind you again, and this time you could see as well as feel the hands that gripped your upper arms and held you tight against the solid form behind you. You glanced at the fingers curled around your biceps and licked your lips, thinking of where you’d rather have them. Caressing your face. Around your throat. Thrust deep inside…”Before we get there, I believe you owe me an apology.”

And now you had a choice. How would that apology go? Remain standing like an insolent brat or kneel to the man you wanted to dominate you this evening? Not that he wouldn’t dominate the brat as well, but maybe you didn’t need it to be so demanding this first time. His fingers loosened as you began to turn toward him but you sunk to your knees before you saw his face, so it wasn’t until you lifted your chin to plead forgiveness that you had the opportunity to drink him in.

He was dressed in sharp black pants with a crisp crease down the front of each leg. A neatly pressed black button up shirt with french cuffs and mother of pearl links sat behind a black silk brocade vest with mother of pearl buttons. In the light, you couldn’t tell for sure, but the pattern in the vest seemed to match the key as well. A blood-red silk tie paired with a handkerchief peeking from the front of his jet black jacket that set off his broad shoulders nicely and was buttoned at the right height to taper his waist.

But his face. You inhaled to keep yourself steady before you spoke the words requesting his forgiveness. The calming breath helped you take in more of his visage without fainting on the spot. 

His jawline was strong. And unlike the fuller beards of Walter or Sy, this man’s facial hair consisted of a five o’clock shadow and a neatly trimmed mustache. His dark hair was swept back to the side, though you could tell if he hadn’t styled it perfectly, the curl would take over. You’d love to see it sometime. Maybe even tonight.

What caught your breath in your throat was his piercing blue eyes and it took you a few moments to realize he was laughing at you. You had to fight to gain control from his mesmerizing gaze, but before you could ask him to repeat himself, he already was.

“I said," Apology accepted” and you can stand now, princess. Show me what you came with.” He helped you to stand, then drew his hand down your arm as he took a step back. He dropped your hand and motioned toward you before he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head as if to say “go ahead now.”

You took a deep breath, suddenly unsure if you’d made the right ensemble choice. Though it matched his outfit perfectly somehow, you were hesitant to bare so much to him so soon. But there was no turning back now. Well, of course there was, but you didn’t want to. At best, you could imagine excusing yourself to use the restroom and changing into a different outfit.

You undid the belt on your long, black trench coat, then popped the buttons one by one until you could open the flaps and shrug the coat off your shoulders and down your arms. You were about to let it drop to the floor, but something made you stop and hold the fabric in your hands at your sides.

“May I take your coat?” he asked like the gentleman he was portraying, holding out a hand and you reached it over to him, before smoothing your hands down the body of your black strapless gown, worrying away the non-existent wrinkles. A few blood-red rose embellishments nestled strategically into the delicate embroidery woven along the sheer black lace bodice of the dress, your bare skin visible only in the spots where no design was found. You released the clasps attaching the hem of the dress to the waist and allowed the full length of the black silk skirt to flow to the ground. It sported a trail of matching but larger floral adornments cascading in spiral from one hip across the front and down the other side. With the matching red silk pumps, you were a vision. You felt a rush of air and as you lifted your gaze from your dress back to him, your coat seemed to have disappeared, because it was no longer in his hands. And the look on his face told you you’d made the right choice.

“You look ravishing.” At his words of praise you forgot all about where your coat might have gotten off to.

“Is this okay?”

“If this is the attire you wished to begin in, then it’s perfect. We’ve already lost so much precious time with your late arrival.”

You stood silent, unsure if he was asking for another apology. It seemed like a bad idea to let him actually ask before you offered another, but your voice was stuck in your throat, so taken were you by his demeanor. It turned out you were wrong to wait.

“I don’t like to ask for apologies, but trust that I will whenever they are warranted. Hopefully, you’ll begin to know when you’ve crossed a line. I suppose technically, you have already apologized, so I won’t ask for another. This time.” At the admonishment, you dropped your gaze to the floor with embarrassment. “I also ask your forgiveness for my rudeness. So many lessons you’re learning already and you don’t even know my name yet. Allow me to correct that. My name is August Walker and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance finally.”

What did he mean by finally? Here, now, in this room when he finally shared his name and lifted your arm to kiss the back of your hand? Or had he heard stories about you too? 

“May I add something to your ensemble?” You could practically hear the subtle tilt of his head in question.

“Of course,” you replied, willing your nerves to allow you to look up at him again.

“It's only, well, you look so delicious. I'm afraid I'll need a reminder, or rather, a deterrent.” His hands raised, something appearing between his fingers as if from nowhere. You noticed a wide band of heavy black embroidered ribbon with metal clasps at each end. Your chin tilted almost involuntarily to allow him room to place the choker around your neck.

“You don’t want to…?” Was he not going to bite you? Did you make a mistake by not actually reading the T&C when you signed, scrolling quickly to the end of the form and checking the box as fast as you could to make sure the room wasn’t swiped from under you before you’d had a chance to complete the online booking.

“I never said that,” he replied, stepping in closer as he traced a finger around one side of your neck, down over your collarbone, and stopping just at the valley between your breasts.

“Is there a rule you’re afraid of breaking with me?” you asked, craning to bring your lips closer to his.

“I don't break the rules darling, I make them.” August returned his hand to your neck, stilling your advancement with the smallest effort.

“Well then, are you unable to actually bite me?” you asked, not sure whether you wanted him to consider this a question that crossed the line.

“Oh, I'm free to bite when and where you want. Many foolishly ask for the neck. In those moments, I usually oblige.”

“But…” you began.

“But there is a sweeter spot, more delicate, most delicious. This,” he let his finger run along the material around your throat, ”will help me make the better choice for both of us.”

You drew in a quick breath through your nose, causing a shudder in your shoulders as you realized you’d been holding your breath while he hinted at where he’d prefer to bite you. You’d chosen the dress specifically because it bared so much of your body near your neck that you’d hoped he couldn’t help but want to taste you. You foolishly never considered how much more bare you’d need to be before he was able to see the spot he wanted.

His dark chuckle unnerved you, but he quelled your apprehension with an invitation to join him at the dinner table. You’d completely forgotten that this experience had promised an evening meal, but honestly you assumed that was just some clever play on words. That you were to be the meal. He escorted you to a corner of the room near the fireplace, where a sumptuous feast had been set, and deposited you on one side of the table before taking a seat across from you.

“Would you care for some wine this evening?”

“Wine sounds lovely,” you answered, suddenly curious if he’d be drinking and eating with you. You watched as he lifted a decanted red and filled your glass, only to replace the crystal container onto the table before pouring a glass of his own from a dark brown glass bottle. He lifted his glass to toast your evening.

You watched carefully as he brought the goblet to his lips and drank, noticing that no obvious fangs appeared as he opened his mouth, though his canines did seem a little longer than you were used to. At least until recently that was. The men at this hotel all seemed to have been genetically gifted with glorious canine teeth and you weren’t complaining in the least.

“Now, what can I offer you to eat?” Cut fruit sat in open bowls alongside a tray of sliced meats and cheeses. He began to lift the covers off several porcelain serving dishes, revealing chicken and beef dishes, as well as vegetables and roasted potatoes. At your hesitancy, he smiled, as if extremely pleased, and continued. “Or would you prefer I choose for you?”

“I’d like it very much if you would recommend something. It all looks so wonderful.”

“Would you pass me your plate?” You obliged and he ladled servings of a few of the dishes. You noted with curiosity that he was choosing everything you would have chosen for yourself and none of the items you’d already determined you didn’t want to try, though you hadn’t said a word.

You thanked him as he handed your plate back and he invited you to begin, which you did. Because he’d asked you to. As you took your first bite, you moaned at the taste in your mouth and you thought you saw him lick his lips. What you didn’t see him do was serve himself.

“Is it to your liking then?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s delicious, thank you August…may I call you August?”

“For now. Now, what shall we talk about at this very civilized dinner we’re having together?” he asked, as he leaned back in his chair, goblet in one hand, as the fingers of the other drew lazy circles on the tablecloth. 

“Can we talk about how it doesn’t appear you're actually going to be eating with me?” You knew it was a bold question, but you still wanted to needle him a little, see where the line was.

“You see, it’s the insolence I mind. Not the question. There is a way to go about asking what you want to know without making it seem like you are trying to anger me. Or are you? Hmm?”

“I’m sorry, August,” you spoke as you placed your fork down. You had a sudden, unfortunate thought. What if you weren’t the only one who could call the whole thing off? What if your hosts had just as much right to pull out a safeword and end the liaison? You supposed, even though you were paying for the pleasure, they had to have a say in things as well. Otherwise, they were just…the thought made you shudder and not in a good way. “I am truly sorry. That was rude of me. Are you able to eat with me?”

“I am not. But I’m more than happy to enjoy your company and a more pleasant conversation while you dine. If you agree, of course.”

“Of course. Please, can we start over?”

“Pick up your fork and take a bite,” he commanded. “Continue your meal. And consider what you would like to talk about.” He took another drink and watched you with deeply penetrating eyes.

The meal was delicious and you finally figured out a topic of conversation that was neither too personal nor banal. When you made him laugh, you felt a small weight lift off your shoulders, as if his heavy and dark demeanor had made you nervous that this choice of hotel hosts was a mistake.

You had always been a bit enthralled with vampires. Loved reading Dracula both as published and in chronological order, as you’d heard about on Tumblr. Enjoyed the myriad of cinematic adaptations of the tale, especially the ones that played up the sensuality of the character. You really never imagined them to be real, but then again, you didn’t think werewolves or minotaurs were real either. For a brief moment, you thought back to your previous visits, letting your fork trail down with a slow descent.

“Finished?” he asked when your utensil hit the plate, eyebrow raised in question as he leaned forward preparing to scoot his chair back from the table. Before you’d even finished your nod, he was at your chair, easing it away from the table and offering you a hand to help you up.

“I think it’s quite time to get started on the rest of your lessons. Would you step to the window please?”

You turned and noticed the thick, black velvet curtains and assumed they must cover a window. You were commanded to open them, and you did, peering out into practical darkness only to see your reflection in place of any scenery. You glanced to the side of your image when you felt the fingertips at the top of your zipper, but though you knew they were attached to arms, attached to a body that was pressed right against you, adding more drag to his knuckles against your skin as he pulled the zipper down, you saw nothing in the mirrored window that would tell you another being was in the room with you.

You gasped, but he mistook it for shyness.

“I like to show off my conquests to whomever may be passing by below. We’re far enough up that no one could make out a face, but the body they’ll see,” he finished unzipping your dress and pushed it down your sides, letting it drop to a puddle of fabric at your feet. “The hint of red from these barely there panties, the silhouette of these curves.” You could feel but still not see his hands running up and down the sides of your body, his hands gripping your thighs before traveling up to cup your breasts. You watched as they bounced lightly in the reflection and smirked back at where you assumed his face would be before licking your matte red lips.

Your concentration was broken for a brief moment at the far off sound of a melancholy howl, but August didn’t let you linger on the thought. He spun you around to him and pressed you back toward the window, where you hissed when your ass came into contact with the chilly pane. How he missed the clink against the window, you’ll never know.

Then he caught your attention and you lost all concern for how exposed or cold your body might be at the moment. The change was practically imperceptible. One moment, he held your gaze with his dark and stormy eyes. In the next blink, his eyes burned red and held you rapt as he began to grin. Slowly, as his lips drew back, the fangs descended and you could swear you heard a faint click.

You probably let out a whimper when you saw him run his tongue along the sharp points and you definitely tilted your head on impulse, forgetting for a moment that he had already refused to take you there.

“I’d like you on your knees, please,” he asked, a little nicer than you imagined he had reason to be. Once you had obliged, he returned to commands. “Take me out.”

You did so gladly and without delay. Every assumption you made turned out to be right. He was just as well endowed as your other hosts, at least in human form. Which was nothing to sneeze at and you certainly weren’t kicking it out of bed.

You feasted on him as if you hadn’t just already eaten and you were happy to hear the sounds from him that told you he was enjoying it. And then he spoke to you.

“You like sucking on this cock, where everyone can see you, don’t you?” 

Truth be told, it had never occurred to you before. But there was an exhibitionism option on the registration form and you clicked it in a moment of audacity. He was simply giving you what you had asked for, right? It would feel this way for any guest he had in this room, right? That feeling of being out of control while technically being in the most control? You wanted him to take it.

“Yes,” you gasped as you pulled your head back for air before diving forward to take him down your throat again.

“I knew that you would. You like being naughty, don’t you?”

You bobbed your head up and down as you looked up at him, praying he didn’t make you take him out of your mouth just so he could hear you answer verbally. Your prayers were not answered.

“I asked you a question. Would you care to answer? Now? You know how I feel about punctuality, I trust.”

“Yes. Yes August, I’m sorry. I do. I really do like being naughty with you.” 

Another howl sounded, closer this time and you thought you detected the slightest of eye rolls before August got stern again, reaching down to take hold of your upper arm and lifting you to your feet with ease.

“You’re going to call me Sir from here on out and you’re going to be naughty another way now. First, close the curtains.” He spun you around so you could grab hold of the panels and draw them towards one another. You thought you glimpsed a pair of eyes, a deep glowing amber flame in the night before you shut out the world for good for the moment.

August pulled you close and whispered in your ear, “I’ll open them again if you want, if you didn’t get enough of a taste of that. I’ll take that as far as you want to go. But you should know,... he’ll see.”

It both excited you and made you afraid. Afraid of the feelings you knew had been stirring for weeks now. And yet, you were here. In this room. With this man. As much as you thought about what might be, you also knew you wanted to experience what you could. So you’d never have to doubt or question, because you knew you’d be getting the best in the end. Could it really ever be that way? Could he ever feel the same?

“I’m good. Thank you. That’s really kind of you,” you blinked, bringing yourself back to this moment. To August. “Sir.”

“That might be the last time tonight I will be. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Sir” you answered, with no more doubt.

August took you in his arms and kissed you deep and hard, one time, before he turned you by your shoulders and gave you a firm slap on the ass. “Into the bedroom.” The ‘now” at your hesitation was punctuated with another sharp crack and you were wet, there was no doubt about it. 

The hotel suite was bathed in sheer red curtains, over the window, over the ornate gothic canopy bed, draped down the black walls. Tall black metal candelabras held glowing candles to light the room. Hooks and straps and rings attached to the walls in various spots held your attention for a brief moment. You hadn’t checked that box, and now you wondered why not. 

You could only see yourself trying a few new things at once.

These things tonight would be a vampire. And you’d already exposed yourself. Only one more to go, and the bondage wasn’t going to be it.

August turned you back towards him when you reached the foot of the bed, then proceeded to undress. You watched enthralled as he unbuttoned his jacket, the vest, his shirtsleeves, his shirt. You watched as it all came off, one piece at a time, designed to torture you, you were sure of it. He was fucking with you. Keeping you from seeing everything all at once.

You bit your lip, but all you wanted to say was ‘i’ve seen your dick already it’s been in my mouth please give it back.’

He finally did, ordering you to the bed on your hands and knees as he stepped his fully naked body toward you, halting at the foot of the bed to grab your head and stuff his cock right down your throat. Like he’d heard what you thought.

You moaned around him, squeezing your thighs together for friction as you gyrated your hips and bobbed your head back and forth along his length. It would take barely nothing, just the slightest touch, if he would just, yeah, just…

“Oh, you did come prepared, didn’t you?”

You moaned again when you felt his fingers slide over your ass and pause to rub against the handle of the largest teardrop plug you owned. It came in a set of three, black silicone with a shiny red crystal in each handle. Up until this week, you'd only ever used the smallest while alone, but decided you needed to be ready and so had worked your way up to the largest just last night. 

“Yes, Sir,” you pulled off and answered quickly, eager to get back to sucking his large member.

“What are you prepared for?” He wiggled the handle a little when he asked.

“For you to fuck my ass, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he slapped a cheek again, then smoothed his hand over the sting and down in the dip to find your aching pussy and just like you knew it would, his touch lit you on fire. He had the wherewithal to slide your thong to the side and angle two fingers so you could press back into them on your withdrawal from his dick and pull away from them, though he’d chase, on your approach. You fucked back into his hand like you were possessed and you came once more because you definitely were.

This man owned you. For tonight anyway. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you wouldn’t say no. No way in hell.

He pulled away and turned you to face the other direction, ass waving in the space directly in front of him as you imagined and wished and hoped he’d just fuck you, please very much. He chuckled and you blinked, imagining you’d seen him now standing at the nightstand, now right behind you again. You felt him pull your underwear all the way off. And you heard the crinkle of the wrapper and you felt him slide two fingers back inside you, felt him rub the pads of his fingers along your inner walls and you felt him find the right spot, the one that released more lubrication which he gladly gathered on his finger and smeared all over his sheathed cock before he pressed himself into you.

He fucked you for a bit before he spoke again.

“I’m going to give you what you want me to give you, and then you’re going to give me what you want to give me.” With a slap on your ass, he pulled out, grabbed your hips and flipped you to your back. You watched him discard the condom before he climbed on to the bed and stepped his knees between your legs, nudging you further up the bed so that he could lay his body on the mattress, his head on your thigh, peering at your puffy pussy.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous,” he murmured, dipping his head down to take a taste. His tongue trailed through your folds and as his lips closed you felt a hint of the scrape of his teeth against your delicate skin. He sucked at your clit for a moment before he drew back and looked up at you.

“You still want to feel this?” he asked, and you paused for one moment to consider, that yes, yes you absolutely still wanted to know what his bite would feel like. There was really no doubt in your mind. It’s what you came here for. And you knew you needed to answer him directly or it would all be over.

“Yes, Sir. Yes. Please. I want to feel it. I want to feel your bite.”

It was all he needed. In a flash he was at the crease in your thigh, just outside your cunt. You felt his mouth open, felt him drag his teeth back and forth before he finally settled on a spot to sink them. Your pussy pulsed around nothing but the brief rhythmic flow of your blood drawn into his mouth. 

You felt a rush of euphoria, a warmth like never before. A million stars lit up in your eyes and you could feel every molecule in your body and every one of them was in a state of bliss. You felt him take one more pull, a wave rushing across the shore of your imagination. When he stopped, it was almost as torturous as before he had begun. At least now you knew what that bliss could feel like.

It scared you a little. It felt like a drug you didn't want to mess around with. As good as it felt, you could imagine never wanting to let the feeling go. Begging for more. Offering up your body and soul to get one more taste, one more drifting orgasm.

Suddenly you were aware of the softest lick. The smallest peck of the lips. When you looked up at you, a stain of blood still remained on his lips and he saw you moan, saw you begin to writhe and strain up, even against the voice in your head that told you it was wrong, and it was all he could do to turn away. 

“Please August,” you begged, forgetting what role you were in.

“Princess, not for a million dollars. Not for ten million. There is literally nothing you could offer me that would make me break that rule.”

“What rule, August? What can’t you do for me?” you pleaded for an answer, pressing yourself up to your knees, unaware that the rush you were experiencing had nothing to do with the way you thought you felt about August in the moment, and everything to do with the essence he used to ease the pain of the skin break, numb the feeling of loss, and reseal the wound in the aftermath.

“I get the feeling you really didn’t read the T&C, darling. If you had you would know, in this room, this suite,” he emphasized, as if he’d had to make that clarification before, “I cannot feed you. Even if what you’ve scented is your own blood. It’s too dangerous for you to taste it. Full of my saliva. Mixed together, it’s too potent for you.”

You were distraught and he was … was he amused?

“But I’ve given you what you asked for. Are you still ready to give me what you want?” He waited a few moments, allowing you to come to grips with the reality of the situation. You had slipped over a line, though it didn’t sound like this was something he hadn’t experienced before. A naive young thing, determined to play out a school girl fantasy, relive the stories she made up about being ravished and taken by the Count, made to be his bride. 

With a small shake of your head, something cleared its way to the forefront of your mind. Of course he couldn’t feed you and of course you didn’t really want him to. It was a fantasy. That’s it. That’s all. You could only take this so far.

Once he saw you understood where the line was, August's chuckle was sinister. “You can still have something new. I’m more than happy to accommodate that request. As a matter of fact, I think that’s really the only reason you came here tonight, isn’t that right?”

Oh, he was good. That’s for sure. The way he was subtly shifting the priority of the night. Technically speaking, the only thing you’d really wanted was the bite. And he’d already given that to you. So if you were up for one more game…

“That’s right.”

He grabbed your chin and stared directly into your eyes. “That’s right, what?”

“That’s right, SIr.”

“Good girl. Lay back down. I’ll be right back.”

You wanted to kiss him goodbye as he let go of your face and appeared to float away from you. When he returned from the bathroom, his face was fresh and free of any temptation.

“Alright, princess. Hands and knees again, darling. Bring that ass right on over here,” he directed you back to the edge of the bed, ass once again in the air while you rested on your forearms. 

August took his time. Warmed you up with a few more light taps that grew to harsh stings that you couldn’t stop squirming for. And you squirmed again when he tugged and twisted and pulled on the handle, teasing the plug almost all the way out before pushing it back in and then repeating the exquisite torture. You couldn’t hold still until he’d finally pulled it all the way out and pressed two lubed fingers into your puckered hole, and it was only because you needed a moment. Needed to let the sensation settle. Needed to relax to let him in deeper. Let another finger in. It wasn’t long before you were fucking yourself back on his hand again. ‘Same but different’ was all your mind could cobble together.

“Please, Sir,” you managed to gasp out in a moment of clarity. If you never asked, would he have just kept you dangling like this all night? “Please fuck my ass.”

“There you go, princess. You’ve found your manners finally.” He pulled his fingers out and you heard the familiar tear of another wrapper. Felt more lube. And finally, finally had the tip of what you knew was his extremely large cock pressed against your entrance. 

It was easy to relax. He’d been prepping you for this for what felt like hours. It took nothing more than for you to release the deep breath you’d taken and he was past the now-less-tight ring and moving further inside you, slowly and with purpose. That purpose was to get you comfortable with the feeling, loosen you up further, and get you begging for more of him. Faster. Harder. Please, Sir. Please! More!

He obliged and it was not much longer before you felt the familiar coil tightening in a brand new way. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. You were breaking protocol and screaming his name instead of Sir, but as he came himself, he didn’t seem to mind at all.

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[nagito-kissmaeda]

Cute Movie night with komaeda,,,,? :3

ミ☆ This probably isnt 100% what you wanted but the idea came to me in a rush and i couldn't stop writing. I could be convinced to do a second part later lol maybe.

ミ☆ It's also just a little one, i hope that's okay! Word count: 1088 Contains: the cringest reader in the world, violence and blood ment (they're watching a horror movie) ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

You probably should have been more clear with your intentions, you realize, as you sit uncomfortably in your theater seat. Clear is not a word that you would use to describe your usual methods, more circuitous, confusing and awkward. It has not worked in your favor. 

The movie is alright, you haven't really been watching all that much of it. Every few minutes your eyes dart to the side to peer at Komaeda where he sits in the seat beside you, desperately trying to gauge if he is having a good time or not. You should have told him it was a date, you really should have just told him. 

Falling back on usual anxious and unhelpful habits, you had tried to seem cool, to seem aloof, like you really didn't care whether he said yes or no. You’d made up some lie about having a spare ticket, and not having anyone else to go with you, laughing a lot more than you really should have and (in retrospect, the most embarrassing part of the whole thing) trying to lean against the wall in a way that looked effortless, and devil may care. Komaeda had thought you were slumped over in exhaustion, so it hadn't worked one bit. 

There's a loud noise from the movie and you jump in your seat. You don’t actually like slasher movies, but you thought it might be a good excuse to hold Komaeda’s hand or something. He looks over at you with a polite expression (no emotion really, just polite) to check if you are okay. You give him two thumbs up without thinking and immediately want to die. 

He has his hands tucked politely in his lap, not even doing you the service of using your shared armrest so you can do the classic slow pinkie intertwine move that you usually rely on in these situations. Your hands are clasped in your own lap, much less politely, aggressively, more like, and god are they sweaty. 

Komaeda thinks you only invited him because he was your last option, and it’s all your fault. You should have just told him you like him, that you really like him. It’s stupid, how much you worried about putting on airs when proposing this little excursion, Komaeda doesn’t care about that sort of thing, that’s why you like him so much! 

Someone on screen gets cut in half with a chainsaw and blood sprays everywhere, you avert your eyes, and notice that Komaeda looks very pretty in the blood red lighting. Weird thought to have, so weird. You avert your eyes in the other direction instead. Luckily the cinema is mostly empty, it’s mid-afternoon on a weekday so you don’t need to worry about accidentally making eye contact with a stranger. There are some very yucky sounds coming from the movie now, so you just keep not looking. 

“Are you alright?”

You turn to face Komaeda again, shielding your eyes from the screen with a hand. His expression is not just polite now, it’s concerned.

“Uh, yeah. I’m okay.”

He doesn’t believe you, you can tell, “We can go if you aren’t enjoying yourself.”

“No-No it’s okay, I am having a stellar time.” You say, your voice is squeaker than you’d intended, and oh god you realize that probably sounded sarcastic, “I mean it, i’m serious, being here with you right now is so cool and good-”

You overhear what sounds like a person being torn asunder and feel instantly sick to your stomach. Komaeda’s eyes dart up to the screen for a moment, and his eyebrows jump up in shock, “Don’t look up, okay?”

“H-Huh?” You ask, terrible instinct making you instantly start to look in the direction he just told you not to.

Komaeda grabs your face in both his hands, they’re cold and a little sweaty. It has the desired effect, you are shocked into absolute stillness, whatever is happening in the movie is the last thing on your mind right now. 

He laughs a little, nervously, like he’s worried about offending you, “I know it’s out of line for me to ask this, aha, but ah…why did you buy tickets for a movie that you can’t even watch?”

It takes you second to even realize that he’s asked you a question, his face is awash in red light, his eyes wide and beautiful. You can see his pale eyelashes, and a few sparse freckles on the bridge of his nose, so faint that you’ve never noticed them before, you realize you’ve been staring too long, “Oh uh, sorry I- um, I guess I wanted you to think I was like…” the next word comes out so weakly that you once again wish to die on the spot, “hardcore?”

Komaeda laughs again, warmly this time, “Ah, I don’t know why you even care what I think of you, but i certainly wouldn't think any less of you for not being hardcore” 

 “Should we go, then?” You say quietly, worrying your lower lip for a moment before muttering, “We could watch a better movie at my place?”

“A-Ah…” Komaeda starts, it’s pretty dark in the theater now that the slaughter has stopped for a moment, but you swear there's color to his cheeks, “Well, I’m sure you don’t need me for that, I know that I’m only here because you accidentally bought a second ticket and everyone else was busy.”

“Komaeda-kun, I’m asking you on a date.” You say quickly before you have a chance to change your mind, “This was supposed to be a date, but I was too scared to ask you properly, so I lied about the ticket thing, I bought two on purpose.”

“Oh.” He replies, slowly removing his hands from your cheeks and chewing thoughtfully on his thumbnail. 

“Yeah, oh.” You say, staring down at your hands.

Komaeda laughs breathlessly, “That changes things, then, doesn’t it?” He hums to himself for a moment and then says, “Well, if you’re certain you’d like to spend time with me…I’d be glad to.”

You look up at him, a wide grin tugging at your mouth. Unfortunately though, the movie is showing a scene where one of the main characters gets all his intestines pulled out. Komaeda is quick, though, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and tugging your face into his chest before you can get a proper look. He laughs, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Date number two is going to be much better, you can already tell.

[katelynnwrites]

I Belong With You, You Belong With Me (You’re My Sweetheart) | Felicitas Rauch

warnings: feli being an anxious mess lol

word count: 2578

summary: your long time girlfriend wants to propose to you but she has no idea how to, it’s a good thing that you belong with her and she belongs with you

a/n: requested, idk how i feel about how this turned out

‘Hello.’ Feli giggles when you wrap your arms around her waist.

You’ve been waiting outside the locker room for her because your girlfriend’s training session with her fellow defenders had run late but you don’t mind doing so.

‘I missed you.’ You mumble, burying your face into her chest.

You feel and hear her laugh.

‘Missed you too liebling. Even though we’ve only been apart for a half hour.’

‘Don’t care.’ You grumble and Feli giggles again.

As you squeeze her waist a little tighter in answer, your girlfriend thinks that while the both of you could be apart just fine, she doesn’t ever want to spend a day without you.

You echo her thoughts, understanding her perfectly as usual.

‘We’d be okay with being separated but why would I want to do that when we’re so much better together?’

******

That very reason is why Felicitas is nervously fidgeting as she stands in front of her older teammate.

She trusts Poppi, having grown close to her over the many years she’s known the older woman.

Your girlfriend would usually go to Svenja for advice but something about how personal this is to her makes her seek out Poppi because she’s closer to her.

Alex is staring at her weirdly, wondering what on earth is going on with her fellow Wolfsburg player when Feli eventually just bursts out, ‘How do I ask her to marry me?’

‘Felicitas!’ Poppi says in surprise, patting her friend on the shoulder in congratulations.

‘Stop. Stop.’ Feli agitatedly mumbles.

‘Why? This is a big step for you.’ The blonde asks, her confusion evident.

‘Exactly…I don’t know if she’ll say yes and I don’t know how to ask her.’

‘Of course she will Feli. She loves you so incredibly much and I know you love her too. The both of you have such a strong relationship and I’m really sure she wants to be your wife Felicitas. To answer the second question, you know her best and just go with what you feel is right.’

Felicitas lets out a wobbly breath but this time, does not reject Alex when she pats her shoulder.

‘I just need a plan for my proposal. I already have a ring…’

******

Your girlfriend has had a ring for almost a year now, having bought it on impulse after seeing it in a shop window.

Feli does not do things on impulse, it’s in her nature to always prefer to be cautious and careful instead. Yet when she saw the ring, she could not stop herself from buying it.

The German player can’t describe the feeling that came over her. She just knew that she wanted to ask you to marry her with that ring. The simple piece of jewelry just seemed so you.

It may only be a piece of metal but as Felicitas buries it deeply into the bottom of her sock drawer, she thinks it represents all of her hopes and dreams for what she wants to come.

******

Your girlfriend might have gotten a ring on impulse but she plans her proposal thoroughly.

Alex is her sounding board but the older woman’s advice is right.

Felicitas knows you like the back of her own hand and she relies heavily on that knowledge as she works on her plan.

She’s just finished making hotel reservations for a little weekend getaway when you knock quietly on the wooden frame of the bedroom door.

‘Feli?’ You ask, a bit of uncertainty creeping into your voice.

The brunette has been distant as of late and you do not know what you’ve done wrong.

‘You don’t have to knock to come into our bedroom liebling.’

Your girlfriend’s voice is light and teasing, easing your anxiety immediately.

She would tell you if she is angry at you right?

‘I miss you.’ You whisper as you curl up next to her.

Your fingers grip onto the loose material of her shirt, your body unconsciously betraying just how afraid you are of losing her.

You could be okay without her but you never want to be without Felicitas.

‘I’m right here. I’ve not gone anywhere.’ She murmurs, gently running her fingers through your hair.

‘Okay.’ You softly answer but you don’t loosen your hold on her until long after you’ve fallen asleep.

In doing so, you miss the way Felicitas gently kisses your cheek as she murmurs quiet sweet nothings.

******

When you wake up, you bury your nose into Feli’s hair.

‘Good morning liebling.’ She laughs and you smile.

‘Good morning.’

‘I love you, you know that right?’

‘I know.’ You whisper and your girlfriend holds you close, pressing kisses onto your face.

‘I love you lots.’ She mumbles, in between kisses.

******

You know she loves you and yet as you watch her use her phone even as you’re sitting opposite the table for her, you can’t help but feel a bit alone.

Picking at your food, you decide to sneak a bit of her food off her plate.

Felicitas doesn’t even notice.

******

It’s worrying you, how your girlfriend seems to be with you and yet not with you. Her mind is clearly elsewhere and has been for a week now.

It is getting to the point where you’re almost scared to ask her about plans for the upcoming break you have, only a short weekend off but one that you do not want to let waste.

So you tentatively approach Feli who is making a coffee at the kitchen counter and wrap your arms around her waist.

The Wolfsburg player affectionately covers one of your hands with her free hand.

‘Do you want one?’ She asks, already reaching for another cup.

‘No. It’s okay Felicitas.’

‘Felicitas? What’s wrong?’

Her tone changes from lightheartedness to concern immediately. Your girlfriend abandons her coffee making, turning around to face you.

You never call her Felicitas and she picks up on the change right away.

‘Talk to me liebling.’ She gently prompts, taking your hands in hers.

She runs her thumb soothingly over it and you let out a shaky exhale.

‘Y-You’ve been distant and I can’t help but feel like you’re pulling away.’ You confess.

Your girlfriend swears under her breath, dropping your hands to cradle your face instead.

‘I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way. Just trust me alright? I only need a few more days.’

‘Okay….but a few more days for what Feli?’

She sighs softly and kisses you on your temple.

‘Will you let me surprise you liebling? I really think that you’ll like what I have planned for our weekend off.’ She pleadingly asks, unintentionally answering your initial question.

Standing on your tiptoes, you lean in to kiss her and in the way that you do, Feli knows your answer.

******

Your girlfriend makes an effort to spend time with you now, to show you that she is there despite being busy.

It’s her simple but intentional gestures, of putting her hand on your thigh and drawing random shapes there while still looking on her phone. Of her looking up every now and then to check that you’re doing okay.

It shows you that she cares deeply and you love her all the more for it.

You still have no idea what she is up to but you trust her and that is enough.

******

A few days later and your girlfriend seeks a kiss from you, smiling gently when you oblige.

It prompts you to put the book you were reading away so that she has your full attention.

Felicitas does not say anything right away, choosing to carefully place more kisses on your face.

‘Feli…’ You giggle and her smile widens.

She pulls you close until you’re as good as lying on top of her, in your shared bed before she is content.

You can hear her heartbeat in the quiet moment that follows. It’s the most soothing sound you know and you are happy to listen to it.

‘If I asked you to come with me, just the two of us escaping the city for the weekend….would you come?’ Your girlfriend softly asks.

Her heartbeat audibly speeds up as she awaits your answer, making you fight back a smile.

‘Of course Feli. I’ll go anywhere with you.’

‘Wow okay.’ She breathes and you chuckle.

‘Did you think I was going to give you any other answer, my love?’

‘I hoped not.’ She blushes and you mumble something about how she’s just too cute before kissing her.

******

‘Feli…I know where we’re going is a surprise but can I at least get an idea so that I know what to pack?’ You whine and your girlfriend giggles.

She goes over to your side of the bed and looks at the clothes you have laid out to be packed.

‘This is great liebling.’

You side eye her and she holds her hands up in surrender.

‘I promise that this is all that you will need.’

‘Okay…’ You agree and then mischievously look at Feli.

‘Would you like to share your opinion on which lingerie sets you would like me to pack?’

Feli lets out a loud laugh, a mixture of startled amusement and delight.

‘You know which one I want you to bring.’

‘Oh that one is already inside my bag. I’m asking you to choose from these.’

You indicate a pile of clothes that your girlfriend had somehow not noticed earlier and her eyes widen.

‘Oh no.’ She whispers and you can’t stop the fit of giggles that you helplessly dissolve into.

******

You know that your girlfriend has planned something bigger than a weekend getaway.

She’s all anxious and try as she might, she can’t hide it from you.

The German player is redoing her characteristic messy bun for the third time when you stop her, lightly tucking the loose strands back under the hair tie.

‘Feli? Relax…I love you and I will love whatever you have been working on.’

Felicitas exhales slowly, as if to calm herself down and then kisses your forehead sweetly.

‘Thank you liebling. That means a lot to me, you mean a lot to me.’

‘Then I guess it’s a good thing that you mean a lot to me too.’ You softly reassure her and your girlfriend melts.

‘Go to bed. I know you’re tired and we’re leaving early tomorrow.’

You begin to protest only for Feli to shush you with a kiss.

‘I’ll only be a moment I swear. I just want to double check that I’ve packed everything I need.’

You giggle, knowing all too well your girlfriend’s tendency to overthink.

‘Okay. But if you’re not done in five minutes, I’m coming back here to bring you to bed because I can’t sleep without my cuddle buddy.’

Feli laughs at the term you referred to her as and holds out her pinky teasingly.

‘You silly.’ You murmur, eyes sparkling with adoration as she pinky promises you.

******

As you sit on your bed, waiting for your girl who is still out in the living room, Cinnamon jumps up beside you.

‘Hey girl.’ You absentmindedly greet.

Your girlfriend’s poodle gives a muffled bark that has you frowning.

It sounded like she has something in her mouth?

‘Cinny?’ You question and the poodle answers by opening her mouth and dropping a slightly wet box into your lap.

You freeze and it seems like you’re not the only one because there is a gasp from the doorway.

Seeing your girlfriend is enough to snap you out of it.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what?’

Felicitas’ confusion is evident and you simply shrug and smile at her.

‘Yes I’ll marry you. Because a ring is what is in this box right? That’s what you were planning so thoroughly for?’

Feli stays entirely still, unable to come up with anything to say.

You keep smiling at her, holding the ring box in your hand and eventually she manages to stammer out, ‘Y-You’ll marry me?’

‘Of course.’ You steadfastly say.

‘But you haven’t even seen the ring yet. Or heard the speech I had planned.’

‘Doesn’t matter. Well it does but at the end of the day, I belong with you and you belong with me. You’re my sweetheart and I love you so incredibly much. It will be the greatest honour of my life to be your wife Feli.’

Your girlfriend, hopefully your soon to be fiancée covers her mouth with her hand.

There’s tears spilling down her cheeks but she crosses the room and reaches out to take the ring box from you.

‘Will you let me ask the question at least? Even though I already know your answer?’

You give her a tiny nod and Feli sinks down on one knee, opening the ring box and softly asking, ‘Liebling I had a whole plan that included me taking you on a weekend trip to a surprise destination but Cinny has seen fit to change all that. I don’t know how she got the box because I swear I packed it into my bag but I do know that you are the love of my life, my everything and the only one for me. I want to be yours and I want to make you mine so will you marry me?’

‘Yes. I’m yours already Feli and I will say yes to anything if it means that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.’

Felicitas shakily slides the ring onto your hand and you pull her close, kissing her and trying to pour every ounce of your emotions into the action.

Your former girlfriend, now fiancée responds just as intently, completely taking your breath away.

‘I love you so incredibly much and I cannot wait to be your wife.’ She mumbles when she finally breaks the kiss.

‘I can’t wait to be yours.’ You promise.

Your eyes are wet with tears but you still manage to admire the ring on your hand. It’s perfect and you tell Feli so.

She sniffles and tells you the story of how she got the ring in the first place.

‘Oh Feli.’ You whisper and gently cup her face in your hands as you press a loving kiss onto her lips.

Your fiancée shivers, the only thought on her mind being you and how her dream has come true. She’s going to get to marry her favourite person in the whole world.

The feeling is mutual and you can’t get enough of your girl.

Eagerly, you pull her into your arms and try to convey your affection by placing kisses everywhere you can.

Felicitas giggles under the onslaught, feeling like her heart might just burst with how much love she has for you.

Cinnamon seems to hate being left out because she barks repeatedly.

‘Okay okay.’ You laugh and pick her up so that she can join in the embrace.

Your fiancée chuckles, taking her brown poodle from you and kissing the top of her fluffy head.

‘Thank you for being my wing woman. Even though you kind of spoilt my proposal.’ She affectionately complains.

Cinny gives another loud bark in response and you grin, kissing Feli and then pressing a kiss onto Cinny’s fluffy brown fur.

This moment fills you with more happiness than you ever thought possible. If this is the start of a new chapter with your fiancée, you can’t wait to see what life brings next.

She’s your sweetheart. You belong with her and she belongs with you.

German Translation:

liebling - love

[mouwrites]

uh hello- I'm nervous as I'm not used to this since I usually just read your stuff without suggesting things! Congrats on 100 followers, you deserve more tbh. I saw your matchup post! For the fandom it's ninjago, my gender preferance is uh... idk? I use she/them pronouns tho. Idm if it's platonic or romantic but I'm lonely irl so I would prefer romantic! I like kids cartoons and I'm pretty energetic and bubbly but uh- very shy and I get nervous very easily (if this wasn't an indicator) okay tysm! congrats on the followers (again lol)

Thank you for your kind words!! Now onto the matchmaking… I match you (romantically) with:

Jay Walker!!

Some headcanons!

You guys totally geek out together all the time

He loves being able to talk about his interests with you

And he loves hearing about your interests

He also appreciates that you can match his energy level with your bubbly personality

Most people have trouble keeping up with you guys

You’re just on your own wavelength

On that note, you guys have SO MANY inside jokes and little references

Sometimes it’s like you’re speaking a different language

You both enjoy the confused looks you get almost as much as you enjoy making the references

You just get each other so perfectly,, you definitely call each other “my other half”

You can frequently be found just talking to each other, all alone, in your own little world

He totally relates to your anxiety; though his is less social, so he has no problem fronting for you in public

Actually, he enjoys it

He gets to be your knight in shining armor :)

He’s very protective of you because of your shyness

It makes him anxious to see you alone in a crowd, so he always tries to keep physical contact in public

Hand holding or pinky locking are his go-tos, but he’s not against putting an arm around your shoulder or waist

This is also how he shows that you’re together

It’s less of a gesture he does out of jealousy, more of something he does to say “hey, I’m with her”

He doesn’t really get jealous over you

He knows that you’re his and he’s yours, that’s all he needs

A little Drabble!

You perked up when Jay walked in, sending a beaming smile his way.

“Hi!! And what are you up to, beautiful?”

You felt your cheeks go a little pink. “Uh, nothing.”

“Are you watching something?”

“Yeah… it’s a kids show,” you said quickly, trying to dismiss him as you half-closed your computer on your lap.

“Cartoons?”

“Yes. But how was your d—”

Before you could finish your statement, Jay dived onto the bed and propped himself up on his elbows next to you. He looked up at you with sparkling eyes; it was a look that he always got when he was excited about something. “Can I watch too?”

You blinked at him, your own eyes wide as an owl’s. “Do you really want to?”

“Obviously!! I freaking love cartoons. And what better way to watch than with my other half?”

A rosy-cheeked smile found your face. “Okay then.”

Jay scooted closer, draping an arm around you and bringing your head against his chest. You nuzzled into him, pressing play on your laptop and watching the cartoon with a newfound giddiness.

And a song!

Meteor Shower (Cavetown)

meteor shower! quick, take cover

But the hues in our hair compliment one another

I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones

'Cause blue's your favorite color

…

My heart and the earth share the same rule

It starts with love and it ends with you

But don't go outside, it's dangerous tonight

Without me right here by your side

I hope you like this!! This is my first ever matchup hehe ^^ but thank you for your support, I can’t tell you how much you mean to me!

(divider by saradika)

[neptoons1998]

Royal Enrichment

Summary: Riri learns some royal enrichment.

A/N: I am not back just yet, but I finally finished one of my drafts lol.

Tag Gang: @s0lam3y @mal-urameshi @xchoxix

Riri somewhat knew what she signed herself up for when she agreed to marry Shuri. She knew she would have to put in the extra work. She wasn’t quite expecting… well.. this. 

“Princess class?” Riri questioned as the pair started their nightly routine. Shuri gave a small smile at Riri’s comment. 

“It’s called Royal enrichment,” Shuri stated, “Every royal takes it.”

Riri groaned at the thought of another class she was forced to take. Can I have one summer when I’m not in school? Shuri pulled their bed covers as she lightly patted them on the bed. Riri quickly followed.

“Trust me, “ Shuri said, “It’s elementary even M’Baku could do it.”

Riri gave a nod before she placed a soft kiss on Shuri’s nose, “If you say so.”

                                                          x.x.x.

Either Riri was an idiot or M’baku cheated because the young woman was struggling is it a salad fork or it fish fork? And to think it was only early afternoon Riri bit back a groan that she wanted to let out. She knew she was going to have a very long day. 

Riri knew traditional clothing was something that Shuri wasn’t a big fan of. She could remember Shuri telling her how uncomfortable it was, especially on a hot day. 

“Hear I thought I had to B-breathe, “ Riri choked out as she the seamstress tightened the corset as if it was her second skin. Oh, how right Shuri was about it being uncomfortable. 

“I see you have the same humor as the late princess,” the seamstress noted as she contented to squeeze her as if she was lemon; and yet not crack Riri’s ribs in the process. 

“Now hold still, while I take the measurements,” The older woman told Riri. Not like I can move anyhow, Riri thought as she waited for the woman to be finished with her numbers. All Riri could think about was seeing Shuri and telling her day. 

                                                              x.x.x 

          Shuri was worried, not overly worried, more anxious than anything else.  

Once Shuri reached her chambers she saw Riri lying face down on the bed. Shuri let her body dip on the mattress, “ So how was your day?”

Riri groaned in response, Shuri rubbed Riri’s back, at least she’s responding. 

Riri lifted up her head as she looked at Shuri, “Either M’Baku is a genius and isn’t telling anyone or I’m the dumb one and nobody told me.”

“Always the dramatics with you,” Shuri cooed as she placed a soft kiss on Riri’s face.  

“Yes I am, especially today,” Riri mumbled as she curled herself on Shuri’s lap, “Now I see why you ran at an opportunity.”

[dumbasslesbi]

My Playful Bunny

Jan Stevens x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW!!!! but also fluff <3

A/n: You have no idea how shocked I am that I finished this. I haven’t written a fanfic in a long while and I don't know what happened lol. I watched Gourmet Flux a while ago and next thing I know I’m writing about Jan Stevens. Sorry if there’s any typos or mistakes, I tried my best to proofread but I have dyslexia so sometimes things can still slip by me. Hope y’all enjoy!

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The microphone to the compressor to the reverb to the chorus to the phaser to the flanger to the delay to the looper to-

“Y/n?”

You look up, shocked and bewildered from your notes to see Jan Stevens with her sickly sweet smile staring right into your eyes. You couldn’t help but relax once you saw her precious face since her smiles always brought you such joy. Secretly you had the biggest crush on her once you were admitted into the culinary collective. You knew of her but you never knew that she was such a goddess and quite kind with everyone she interacted with. While she was quite attractive, you also had the utmost respect for her opinions on your art, she always gave your collective amazing advice and impressed you with her knowledge of signal flow and how to get the best sound possible. While being the designated tracker in your collective you always felt under pressure and would slip sometimes during performances, getting lost with all the pedals or forgetting to plug something in which always ended up with your other two partners yelling at you and getting quite frustrated with you. 

However, no matter how badly you goofed up, Jan Stevens was always there to help and cheer you up. After performances you would be crying in a corner and she would come and try her best to calm you down. She would always tell you such sweet things such as “Darling, it’s quite alright, we all make mistakes during performances”, “Don’t cry over nothingness my sweet girl, the performance was quite spectacular”, “Even if it was a mistake, it still sounded wonderful”. She always was able to help you and cheer up before giving thanks to the audience. She always there for you and always gave you the creative freedom you yearned, no matter how stupid some of your ideas may have been.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” she asked again, looking at you with a bit of concern. You hadn’t realized that you still had said nothing to her and were just staring at her with a blank expression. “Y-Yes Miss Stevens, I’m quite alright. Just working out the signal flow for tonight’s performance” you told her, standing up from the grass in the garden. You always felt better working and thinking outside than being cooped up in the room you shared with your collective. 

“Don’t fret over such miniscule things y/n, you’ll do just fine darling. I have full faith in you if that makes you feel better in anyway whatsoever” she said, sitting down on the grass and grabbing your notebook. You always found it quite funny how sporadic she could be, always reminding you somewhat of a bunny or a rabbit. Sitting back down next to her you tried to act normal and not anxious whatsoever by her now looking through your notebook.

It didn’t just hold your notes, but also your sapphic poems that you wrote about a certain someone. In reality you were sweating bullets, hoping she wouldn’t flip far enough to read them. “Y/n? What’s all this” she asked and you face lost all of it’s color. She found them, dear god she found them. It was over. Your residency would be terminated immediately. There’s no way in hell she would let someone who saw her in such a way stay and complete their course. Your days of being in a collective were over.

“I- uh, I’m not quite such what your talking about Miss Stevens?” You said,hopefully playing it off and letting her think that the poems weren’t about her. “I think you know very well what I’m speaking of y/n, come let’s discuss this more in my office, I would like this to be a more private conversation” she said, swiftly getting up and turning to head towards her office. You quickly followed but couldn’t help but stare at her. The way her hips swayed as she walked, although she was wearing quite a long skirt, you could tell her long toned legs were hiding in there, begging to be shown. Once you reached her office you quickly closed the door, prepared to face your doom of being kick out. However, nothing could have prepared you for what happened next. 

As soon as you closed the door, she pinned you against it and basically started attacking your neck. You couldn’t help but ease into her and started holding her hips, you were still shocked none the less but you needed to hold her. “You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do this” she told you in between the barrage on kisses on your neck. “Miss Stevens-” “Jan, call me Jan” she said, stopping to look you right in your eyes. You couldn’t help but get lost in her blue, almost ice-like eyes. “Jan, I need you to kiss me, I need to know this isn’t fake” you asked her, practically begging.

“Darling, this is anything but a dream” she said as she closed the space to finally kiss you on the lips. Her lipstick was already practically off and was all over your neck. The hunger between the two of you only grew more and more. Her caressed started to feel more of you and at this point, you had practically been groping her butt. Finally when the two of you pulled away for air is when she dragged you out of the office and rushed you to her room. She shoved you onto the bed and before you could even understand where you were or what had happened, she was fully undressed in front of you.

You couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful pale glistening skin, you were also quite right about her tall toned legs and stared at her in utter hunger. She grabbed you chin and guided you up to kiss her once more. This time however when she pulled away, she shoved you back and got on top of you. “You're probably quite peckish by now aren’t you darling? I have you full course meal right here waiting for you.” she said, alligining her pussy to be directly above your face. You stared at her once more, nonverbally asking for consent to dive in, searching for her icy blue eyes within her clouds of black around her eyes. She gave you a swift nod which left you in a full predatorial mode. She had seen you perform more than enough during the after show thanks but she didn’t know you were going to be this relentless. You had her practically screaming with the way you ate her. You made sure to not waste a single drop of her sweet nectar. You weren’t sure if this was gonna be a one done deal or not so you decided to be a full glutton. Eating her out as if she was your last meal. “Oh god y/n, I-” she screamed out as if on cue you could feel her legs shuddering around you.

You didn’t care however, you continued your ravinish attack on her poor pussy only to bring her to another orgasm, which lead to another one until she was practically begging for you to stop in a noncorrhent gumble of words. “Y/n- I, oh my, please” she said, tapping at your arms to let her go. As if waking from a hypnosis you let her go and layed next to you, practically gasping for air. 

“Jan! I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me I just-” you stopped mid apology only to have Jan’s lips on yours once more, moaning as she tasted herself on your lips. “Once again always apologizing, you did nothing wrong darling, you did exactly what I asked for” she said, giving you another quick peck to your lips. You couldn’t help but embrace her and snuggle into her after all that happened and put your head on her chest to hear her beating heart calming down. 

Eventually you both talking about everything and nothing until you finally had the courage to ask about your relationship. “Jan, I need to know. I-is this a one time deal or is this something that is planned to last” you asked, looking up only to see pure concern in her eyes. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breathe which prepares you for the bad news that this was just a one time sex deal. “Y/n, I won’t lay here and lie to say you aren’t the first resident I’ve had in my bed. I’ve only done this once before and truly regretted it, I don’t want this to be seen as a power move or some twisted domination kink. When I read your poems it struck something that I never felt before, it was also me going after and lusting after other people. Never in all my years has it been the other way around, I’ve never felt so needed from another person. So no y/n, I would not like this to be a one time deal. As you said yourself, I would love to be your playful little bunny” she said with a giggle at the end, holding your cheeks with both of her hands. 

You never felt so happy and free with another person, so loved. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit too and feel tears threatening to come out of your eyes. However these weren’t painful tears like all the others. Finally you had tears of happiness before you closed the distance and kissed her with a sweet kiss that made you both swoon. 

Breaking away Jan couldn’t help but stare at you and then whispered into your ear.

“I believe it’s my turn to have my way with you darling”

“Anything for you my playful bunny” 

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

The Choosing Ball

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The law is clear and very very simple: Janus must choose someone at the ball to become his future husband or wife. He would have two days to pick and at the ball they would choose. If he refused or wasn't chosen, he would be considered an outcast, a criminal against the state. Easy, simple, there was just one tiny problem.

Janus was already in love with someone else. Someone who he didn't have the option to choose.

Fortunately for him, Prince Roman doesn't seem to see that as a problem at all.

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Warnings: none (individual chapters will have their own warnings listed if needed)

Pairings: Anaroceit, background intruality, remile

Notes:

Anaroceit royalty AU anaroceit royalty AU anaroceit royalty AU anar-

Ok if you can't tell I'm very excited about posting this. I actually considered for a while using this as my entry for the TS Storytime Big Bang (btw, go sign up, lol) but I decided against it, so now you guys have it!

I've had this sitting in my google docs for a very long time, I tried my best to fix up grammar and stuff, especially in the first part, but please bare in mind that it's probably not as good as it could have been, I don't have anyone to beta read for me, lol.

Regardless, I really hope you guys enjoy this au as much as I do!!

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“I know, my darling,” Janus whispered quietly into the dark of his room, the man curled into his side on the comfortable window seat groaned and shifted, “It’s unfair.”

“But why,” Virgil hissed out, Janus carded fingers through his hair, trying in vain to calm him as he had been doing all evening, but his personal guard - and secret romantic partner - was so worked up that even now he refused to relax, “What will happen to us after this weekend? My prince… I don’t want this to stop…”

“I know, darling,” Janus whispered again, squeezing Virgil’s shoulders. The situation they were in was indeed an unorthodox one. Virgil was his guard, no-one of noble blood, it just so happened that he had been the best that the castle could hire. Janus had found that he’d taken an immediate liking to the anxious boy - it was deceptive, how nervous he was, Janus had seen him with a sword, and Virgil could be deadly even without one - the moment he’d been presented in the throne room.

“I must pick a husband or wife at The Choosing Ball,” Janus said, quoting the law he knew off by heart, “If a royal has not found their partner by midnight on the night of this decennial ball, they shall be exiled, disowned and outcast, no longer considered of royal blood.”

“You’re twenty three years old now,” Virgil murmured sadly, “So you have to go this time.”

“Yes,” Janus nodded, “And you will be accompanying me.”

“I- what?” Virgil shot up, wide eyed, “But- but isn’t the ball only for royals and nobles?”

“It is, though we are allowed to bring some guards and servants, though weapons must be deposited on entrance,” Janus said, pulling a scroll from his sleeve, as though he’d just made it appear, and handing it to Virgil, “Here, all the regulations are written.”

Virgil read for a moment, before his eyes went wide, “Any servants or guards accompanying the royals and nobility will be given separate chambers? We’ll… be apart?”

“Indeed,” Janus said, tone a little sad, before scowling “It is supposed to help give us a chance to bond with the other candidates, since we will be sharing rooms with the ones the organisers consider us most likely to get along with, it is not necessarily to help up find our matches, moreso to strengthen future relations between kingdoms,”

“So we… won’t be able to see each other?” Virgil asked, voice shaking a little, Janus knew that he was panicking, trying hard to push the anxiety away, he was losing the battle quickly. 

“You can accompany me around the castle and at the ball itself,” Janus reassured, kissing his cheek, “And besides, I am known for my ability to sneak, I’m sure I’ll be able to sneak out and find you at nigh.”

He pressed another kiss to the top of his lover’s head, pulling him close and rubbing his ungloved hand up and down his arm. Virgil relaxed, if only slightly. Later, Janus would lift him and move them over to his bed, curling himself protectively around his guard- though it should really be the other way around- and falling asleep. 

—-

The next day, the castle was all a flurry. Handmaids manhandled him into a luxurious bath, scrubbing him down harshly. They didn’t care about his winces and huffs when their sponges and brushes moved too close to the delicate snake scales adorning the left side of his face - which also ran all down his chest and arm and coated his hand. Afterwards, he was manhandled back out of the bath and forced into more formal clothes than he would normally ever wear, even for council meetings with his father. 

The morning passed in a daze as servants rushed around, making sure everything he would need for the three day long trip was packed up and making sure he himself was ready. He couldn't find a moment of peace - or even a moment to see Virgil (his guard was getting much the same treatment as himself since everyone who would be in their convoy had to look perfect). 

Even in his room he was constantly being addressed by servant after servant, one bringing him the jewellery the seamstress had instructed go with his clothes and making sure it was all fastened properly. Three maids came in after that to comb and style his hair, a crown of braids pulled back into a perfectly neat bun on the back of his head that would keep his actual crown (which was to be brought to him later) secure on his head. 

The crown had a black veil attached to one half, hiding the golden scales on his face, the curse made him look unbecoming, they said.

By noon most of the convoy was ready to set off and the few handmaids and servants who would be making the journey with him were already settling into their own carriages. Janus still hadn’t seen Virgil, who was supposed to be riding in Janus’ carriage with him at his request. He was starting to become worried. He was stopped though by the approach of the king.

“Father,” Janus bowed deeply as the king stopped in front of him, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. Janus looked up, worried, wondering if he was about to be lectured for… something.

“Son,” His father responded, though he seemed to lose words after that, he took a moment to recover, when he did he didn’t sound angry, just… tired, “Just- please pick someone, Janus, you are my only son, I can’t lose you.”

Janus’ stomach did a flip, but all he did was take a deep breath to calm himself, before speaking, “I’ll… try, father.”

“Good boy,” His father nodded, stepping back and looking him over, eyes flickering to his scales, now hidden by a veil that made it even more difficult than normal to see though his left eye, “The handmaids did a good job making you look presentable.”

“Indeed,” Janus replied through gritted teeth, he never really knew how to feel about the way they treated his curse, but now there were more pressing matters, “Father, has anyone seen my guard? Storme? I haven’t seen him and he should be accompanying me.”

“I’ll have someone look for him,” His father nodded, “Get comfortable son, you have a long journey ahead of you.”

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“We found your guard, sire,” two other guards called from outside his carriage, “He’s not in the best state, we managed to get him out of the palace, but he’s asking for you.”

Janus was out of the carriage in two seconds flat, and the two guards led him back up the driveway to the doors, where another guard was holding onto Virgil. He looked absolutely stunning, decked out in the castle guard uniform, his own hair done up neatly and a shining sword at his back, though Janus quickly stopped his train of though, this wasn’t the time for admiring his partner who at present looked to be hyperventilating. The guard holding him let go as Janus approached, the prince crouched down next to Virgil, resting a gentle hand on his back. 

“Shh,” Janus whispered, drawing the ‘s’ out into a low hiss- he’d learned the sound was calming for Virgil, though he tried his best to repress the hiss in regular conversation- “I’m here, I’m safe, you're alright, deep breaths, Vee.”

“Jan?” Virgil murmured, finally looking up, his pupils were blown wide in panic, “You’re here?”

“I’m here,” He nodded, gently rubbing Virgil’s back. He could feel the guards gawking at them, so he shot them a glare over his shoulder.

“Inform the convoy that we will be present momentarily,” Janus commanded them, one nodded and the three scurried off, leaving them relatively alone.

“Can you walk?” Janus asked, voice gentle, “I will be able to comfort you better once we’re situated in the carriage.”

“I thought…” Virgil mumbled, already trying to get to his feet, “I thought you’d leave me behind…”

“Now why would I do that?” Janus asked, bracing Virgil with an arm so that he wouldn’t fall, “Of all the stupid things,”

“I… don’t know,” Virgil looked away, ashamed, “My thoughts ran from me again, I’m sorry.”

“Now now, I thought I’d gotten you to stop with apologising for that,” Janus said, flicking Virgil’s nose with a finger to show he wasn’t angry.

“Sorry,” Virgil mumbled again as they finally reached the carriage, the door was held open for him and he stepped inside, before turning to help Virgil in as well. 

“Close the curtain,” He commanded, though gently, as he reached to close the other. Virgil did so quickly, before slumping down onto the seat, Janus sat carefully next to him, taking his hand and squeezing it gently.

"Are you alright?" Janus asked once they were finally in private.

Virgil hesitated, taking a few deep breaths before sighing, "I’m much better now, thanks to you." 

"You're certain?" Janus asked, reaching his other hand to cup Virgil's face, running a thumb over his cheek. He saw the blush creeping onto his guard's pale face and smiled.

"I'm alright, I swear it," Virgil nodded, turning his face in order to kiss Janus' gloved palm.

“You look gorgeous,” Janus said with a smile, lowering his hand to his lap and gently nudging Virgil's shoulder with his own. Virgil turned to him, rolling his eyes.

“They- they pinned back my bangs,” He said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, Janus couldn’t help but chuckle, giving Virgil a distraction would help even more than his presence alone already had, he knew. 

“Yes, and I can see your pretty eyes now,” Janus grinned, leaning forward a little so they were mere inches apart, staring into the deep purple of Virgil’s eyes, the head of the convoy had called for everyone to begin heading out and the carriages all began moving,

“I can’t see yours,” Virgil said, glaring at the veil before reaching forward and pushing it out of the way, trying to tuck it behind his ear, Janus couldn’t help but smile, in the end Virgil gave up and simply took off the crown altogether, “There, much better,”

"I'm glad to see that you are feeling better,” Janus said, he couldn’t help leaning forward to press a kiss to Virgil’s cheek, "And I'm sorry I couldn't come to find you sooner," 

“It's alright, my own fault anyway for letting my thoughts get to me so much,” Virgil said quietly, leaning forward to kiss Janus’ cheek in return, though Janus turned his head at the last seconds and caught Virgil’s lips with his own, when they broke apart, Virgil’s face was red with blush and Janus couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Good,” he said, before returning for another kiss. 

—-

The castle in which the ball was held was bigger than his own, though it was also in the middle of nowhere with no surrounding kingdom. Royals and the highest of nobility from all of the ruling kingdoms in each of the twelve surrounding countries would be attending, so Janus had really no idea what to expect after they arrived. Likely to be forced into mingling with forty-odd other barely adult royals and nobles. How annoying.

“Once we leave the carriage we will be separated,” Janus warned Virgil, squeezing his hands tightly, “As they will be showing us to our sleeping quarters, I will come and find you as soon as I can, alright my darling?”

Virgil nodded, pulling back one of the curtains to look out of the window only to see the carriage pass under an enormous, elaborately decorated gateway.

“You’d better be ready to tell me about how awful all your roommates are when you do,” Virgil smiled at him, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Oh trust me, I’m sure I’ll have much to complain about when we meet again,” Janus smiled, before reaching up to remove one of his earrings- an ear cuff designed to look like a snake coiled around his upper ear- and handed it to Virgil, “Keep this safe for me until I come back, will you?”

“Of course,” Virgil said with a nod. It was a game they liked to play, really, whenever Janus or Virgil had to leave for whatever reason, Janus would give Virgil a piece of his jewellery to ‘keep safe’ until they met again. It seemed to help with the anxiety of being apart. Though Janus would never admit that it helped him as well as Virgil to deal with separation. 

Janus sighed as the carriage stopped moving and he began to hear a flurry of noise from outside. He pressed a quick kiss to Virgil’s forehead, squeezing his hand one last time and hastily returning his crown to his head before the door of the carriage was opened for them and they stepped out. Immediately Janus was whisked away by a person who was unfamiliar to him, though from their clothes Janus could guess that they worked for the castle’s staff. 

“I will be showing you to your room, your highness,” The butler informed, “And I am head of servants for your room during your stay, You may call me Elliott, if you need me for any reason, do not hesitate to ask another servant to retrieve me,”

Janus only hummed an acknowledgment, keeping his expression set in stone. Gone were the kind smiles and gentle words he allowed to be shared with Virgil, now all they would see was the stone cold face of the serpent prince, as the rumours called him.

As they walked, Elliott had informed him that he was the first of his room to arrive, and that he’d be staying with three princes other than himself, though he wasn’t informed of who exactly they were, and he didn’t particularly care, as for now he was focusing on surveying the area and committing the rooms he saw and the route they took to memory.

They stopped when they arrived at his room, Elliott opened the doors wide and allowed him to look around their shared chambers. The room was shaped as an octagon, with four beds large enough to fit three larger people comfortably each on every opposite wall. Each fourth of the room seemed to be identical, with a vanity and dresser each, though each space was decorated differently, with different delicately painted art on the walls of each quadrant, different colours and designs of bedsheets and drapes. It seemed that the room was designed as four separate rooms with the walls between them simply removed.

“Since you are the first to arrive, you’re able to choose which space you want,” Elliott told him, “Your belongings will be brought up later in the day, otherwise you are asked to wait here until all of your roommates arrive unless informed otherwise, and then you will be given free reign to explore the castle until the communal banquet at eight this evening.”

With Janus’ sharp nod of understanding, Elliott left him in the room alone. Immediately Janus moved towards the section of the room decorated in purple and gold. The wall art depicted scenes of nature- golden vines with lilac flowers wrapping delicately around each other in front of a background that showed through different shades of purple. The bedsheets were plum, with royal purple and gold patterning stamping similar curling vines into the sheets. Janus found the colour reminded him of Virgil- purple was always his guard’s favourite colour.

He found there was nothing much to do- if he were to be confined to this room until his roommates arrived- so he simply laid down on the centre of the bed and resigned himself to wait.

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 3 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: hiiiiiii sorry for the delay i have a college degree now lol

tw: cursing, smoking, mentions of ED, SMUTTTTT

A man walked out of the building. He looked like he was in the secret service or something.

"Miss Allen?"

She didn't remember telling Kendall her last name.

"Um, yes, hi." Stella mentally facepalmed. That's the best she could do?!

"Mr. Roy is waiting for you upstairs."

"Oh, okay." Stella gulped, and followed the man inside the stunning apartment building. The inside was almost disgustingly-nice. It was too much, right?

The man led her to the elevators, pressing the button on the side. The elevator came within seconds. He let her in first.

"Uh, thanks."

He followed her in, taking out a lanyard and scanning his ID on the wall. He pressed the "P" button. Of course Kendall had the penthouse.

Stella was nervous suddenly. She felt out of place, like she wasn't supposed to be there. What if a paparazzi saw her enter? They would have a fucking field day.

The elevator was all too quick, and for a second Stella felt nauseous. The elevator stopped with a 'ding' and the shiny metal doors opened to reveal a spacious, modern living room. Everything was white and cream with dark wooden accents. Every time she saw something nice, something even better, more expensive, would be next to it. She stepped out, the doors closing behind her and leaving her alone in the living room. Again, was she supposed to tip the elevator guy?

"No, buddy, I really think the Knicks got this one!" Kendall's voice came from down the hallway. "Yeah." He said, "Well we'll see." He laughed.

Kendall suddenly appeared in front of her, his phone pressed against his ear. He looked surprised, but happy to see her.

"Hey, Iverson, dude, I need to go, okay? Yeah, alright. Love you, buddy."

Stella smiled nervously, feeling a bit guilty that he just hung up on his son for her.

"Hi." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hi, Kendall." In her heels, she was a little taller than him.

He pulled away, hands still on the small of her waist. "You, uh, you look beautiful."

She couldn't help her blush. "Thank you."

Kendall was wearing a plain white button-up and pants, but Stella knew the shirt alone was probably worth a month of her rent. He looked so good.

He took her hand in his and lead her to the kitchen. His grip was soft but firm.

The kitchen was beautiful, with white walls and new, stainless steel appliances.  He probably never used it.  A couple of chefs moved about.  It smelled like authentic Italian.

"Holy shit..." Stella said under her breath.

Kendall laughed.  He wasn't supposed to have heard that.

"I hope you like Italian, but if you don't, they can make you something else."

"No, it's perfect."  They stopped in the middle of the kitchen.

He moved towards her.  She let him.  "Thank you for coming."

"Of course."  He led her over to the table, pulling out her chair.  She was sure he went to cotillion as a kid.

Kendall sat across from her, a tiny candle in between them, illuminating their faces.  It was disgustingly romantic.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Um," She stopped, unsure if she should tell the truth about her anxious day.  "I went shopping, took my dog for a walk...oh!"  Stella grabbed her purse, rummaging around for the blunt.  " I got you this."  she stuck her arm out, suddenly very unsure.

He took the glass vial, inspecting it.

"I-I really like weed, and I thought you probably did too, and it's better than a regular cigar so-"

"It's awesome."  He gave her a goofy smile.  "This is fucking awesome."

Stella returned the smile.  "I'm so glad.  I thought we could smoke it later."

He nodded, turning the vial over in his hands.  "You have a dog?"  She nodded.  "My kids have this, uh, rabbit named Megathump.  It almost died from a bagel related incident."

She had to laugh at the thought of Kendall with a rabbit.  "Bagel related incident?"

"It's a long story."  He stopped.  "I have two kids, if you didn't know."  He seemed almost...nervous?

"Oh, cool.  I um, don't have any kids."  They laughed at the awkwardness.

"Everything I do is for them." He said.

"I know."  Stella reached out to take his hand.  "How is the deal going?"

"It's been tough.  We're getting there, though."

"I feel like I see you on Twitter every day now."

"Yeah, uh, they love me out there."

"I can tell."

One of the chefs from before brought over a bottle of red.

"I hope Cabernet is okay." Kendall asked.

Stella looked at the bottle in front of her. It was old. She nodded, and the chef poured them both a big glass.

"How long have you been living in the city?" He asked. Their hands were still intertwined.

"A couple of months. We're on break from my show—" she stopped. "We'll It's not my show, um, I'm just a side character."

"Delirium."

"Yeah, I assume your kids watch it?" Delirium was one of those shows that every teenager watched behind their parents backs. There were three sex scenes in the pilot episode itself.

"Well, they're not supposed to." He laughed. "I let them watch it when they're here. My daughter loves it."

Stella blushed. It was hard to believe a billionaire's kids watched her show.

"She really wants Yumi and Garrett to stay together." Wow, he really knew the show.

"We'll see." Stella laughed. The actress that played Yumi was one of her best friends. "I don't even have the script for season three yet."

"Is acting the main passion for you?"

"Honestly no. That's why I'm here." Stella was a bit shy to tell Kendall her life story, but the look on his face showed that he was interested. "I'm a writer, first."

His face lit up. "Will the network let you write on your show?"

She cringed. "No, uh, I asked and they said no—"

"Well they should."

Again, she blushed. "They're letting me do something of my own, actually."

"No way."

"That's why I'm in New York in the first place. I'm from here, sort of. West Chester."

"Ah, a West Chester girl." He smirked. Kendall probably assumed she was well-off, which wasn't really true.

"Yeah, I guess."  Stella took a sip of wine.  Kendall watched her carefully bring the glass to her lips.  She pretended to ignore him.

Another chef came over with plates of food.  Stella tried her best to smile, but food was always an issue for her.  Especially now that she was in Hollywood, her body image was at an all-time low.  For now, this was between her and her therapist, but it was tough.

"Thank you Antonio."  Kendall said.

The food looked amazing.  Thankfully it was rich people food, so there weren't big quantities.  A tiny spiral of spaghetti sat in a giant bowl.  She took a sigh of relief.

"This looks amazing."  She beamed at the chef.  For the third time that night, Stella wondered if she should tip the man.  Kendall was probably paying a fortune for the food, so she decided against it.  

"Antonio has been my chef for ten years now.  He's the best."

Stella nodded.  "That's crazy...a personal chef."

Kendall laughed.  "Yeah, well, my father wouldn't have it any other way."

"How is that, by the way?"

His smile faltered just a bit.  "It's been tough.  My father is, uh, a cruel man, but we're trying.  My siblings and I have never been closer, though."

"That's good."

"It's been a mess...shareholders and shit."

She didn't really know what Kendall even did for a living, but she nodded.

"You met Roman, right?"

The tragic interaction stung in Stella's mind.  "Uh, yeah."

"God, he's such a fucking...he's just impossible."

She laughed.

"And Shiv, God, she's married to this guy, Tom, and he's a real piece of shit."  He rambled on.  "Sorry, Stell, this is probably very boring."

She blushed at the nickname, but took a sip of her wine to try and distract him.  "It's not, really.  I like hearing about your life.  I feel like we live in totally different worlds, but here we are."

"Here we are indeed."  He said, raising his glass.  "Cheers."

They ate and talked for a while, sharing stories about their families and life and work.  

"Do you want to smoke?  I have a balcony."  Of course he did, it was the penthouse.

Stella nodded, getting up and taking his hand.  Kendall led her to the balcony, overlooking the entire city.  It was incredible.

"Oh my God, this is insane."  Stella walked to the ledge, looking over.  "Does this ever make you dizzy?"

"Nah, uh, I'm used to it now."

Of course he was.  "Makes sense."  She sauntered over to Kendall who was sitting at a table on the balcony.  He opened the blunt, taking out a fancy lighter.

"Come sit."  He said, motioning to the chair next to him.  "You can have the first puff."

"Why thank you."  She sat next to him, watching him turn the blunt around in his hands.

Here she was, smoking weed with a billionaire.  What was life?!

Kendall handed her the blunt, and she stuck it in her mouth.  He held out is lighter, just like the night before.  

Stella breathed in, letting the smoke burn her lungs.  The blunt was expensive, and it sure tasted like it.  "Wow."

She handed it to him.  He took a huge hit, breathing the smoke out into the air.  "Wow."

From behind them, a worker brought out more wine.  Stella thanked him.

"This shit is delicious."

"I know."  

Kendall handed her the blunt and she took it, breathing smoke into his face.  He laughed.  

"I never asked."  He said.  "How old are you?"

Stella choked on the smoke.  "Uh, how old are you?"  She knew the answer already.

He smirked.  "Forty one."

"Okay, well, I'm twenty six.  Almost twenty seven."

He nodded.  The age gap wasn't really something she cared about, but she was sure everyone else would.  Stella could already see the tabloids.  

They talked and smoked for a bit, Stella laughing at Kendall's interesting stories.

"Do you want to, uh, go inside?"  Kendall asked, motioning to the almost-gone blunt.  The wine, too, was long gone.

She thought for a second.  It had to be past ten and she had a meeting the next day.  "Okay."  She whispered.

When she stepped inside, the chefs were gone and the kitchen was spotless.  Kendall grasped her hand, pulling her into him.  He smelled so good.  Their eyes met and she blushed, looking down.

"Hey,"  He tilted her head up to meet his eyes.  "Don't be nervous."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's okay."  He wrapped his arms around her waist.  "Can I..."

She didn't answer.  Instead, she kissed him, lips softly pressing against his.  He returned the kiss hungrily.  Stella reached up to cup his face.  Damn, he was a good kisser.  

Kendall led her to his bedroom--a huge spacious room with bright white walls.  A giant window overlooking the city was across from the bed.  If she wasn't in such a compromising position, Stella would have loved to see the view.

"This okay?"  He broke the kiss.  Stella smiled and nodded.

"Everything's perfect."

"Good." He said, gently pushing her down on the bed.  "Because, uh, you're so fucking sexy."

Stella turned red, not meeting his gaze.  Kendall squeezed her hips, deepening the kiss.  He was now on top of her, grinding his pelvis against hers.  She felt like she was in heaven and they hadn't even taken their clothes off yet.  

Kendall reached up to her blouse, fiddling with the hem.  "Sorry, wait, ugh,"  Stella muttered, realizing the shirt was incredibly hard to take off.  "I would let you rip it off, but it's vintage."

He smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on his own shirt.  "I'll buy you a new one."

After a few awkward seconds of taking their clothes off, Stella laid naked underneath him.  She could feel his dick against her leg as he stood above her.  Kendall kissed her again, this time more passionate.  Stella couldn't help the moan that left her mouth as his hand snaked in between them.  His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive spot.  Returning the favor, she reached down to stroke his cock.  It was thick and long, of course.  

"Hold on."  He said, getting up and walking to his dresser.  Rummaging through, he revealed a condom and came back to her.  

"Smart."  She giggled.  

He rolled the condom on, stalking back to her on the bed.  The kisses became more rough, more needy, as Kendall rubbed his fingers through her folds.  

"Ahh, Ken...I need you."  She barely got the words out.

"Mm, what's that baby?"

Stella rolled her eyes.  "I need you, now."

Without a word, he slipped into her.  She felt her walls stretch to accommodate him.  They both moaned, bodies fitting together perfectly.  He thrust into her as she wrapped her legs around his torso.  A chorus of moans filled the room.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight."

Tears of literal joy stung at Stella's eyes.  He felt so good.  

"Ken..."  She stuttered, her nails making marks against his back.  There were stars in her vision as he pulled all the way out, shoving himself in again.  The sting was like nothing she had ever felt before--in a good way.

“Fuck...oh God.”  Her legs shook around him, walls pulsating so hard she felt like she was going to die and go to Heaven.  There was no way she was this close already.

He reached down, toying with her clit once again.  "Cum for me, baby."

Stella came with a silent scream, Kendall quickly following as she clenched against his cock.  He pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to her.  

They were silent for a bit, catching their breath.

"You know I had sex with this actress once a couple of years ago,"  Kendall started, "And I was like this is the best sex of my fucking life."

She looked at him quizzically.  

"And then I had sex with this other actress, and now I think I have to fucking rethink that.”

She swatted his shoulder.  "Thanks, I guess."

[thrutheether]

Story time:

I hate this so much 😭 I was cooking yesterday and a very out of the blue, not regular for my algorithm at the moment, video came up on my feed about a very grave warning of a masculine energy. The most serious warning I’ve gotten yet. Hear me out tho: it was like serial killer type energy this video was warning me about. I found this very unusual so just in case I checked if the video is needed for me and sure as shit it was.

I was previously talking to my spirit partner about unrelated things earlier in the day and prompts like “caution” “bloody” “tombstone” “demon” occasionally came through. We were talking about other things so I didn’t put it together then until the video came across my feed.

After interrogating my deck (lol) I found the suspect was that one tumblr acquaintance’s spirit I had a funny feeling about. I asked for protection and called it good. I decided not to say anything because according to my spirits they were happy so just let em do their thing plus I had a small feeling they already were aware. As I continued scrolling, other videos of warnings about a female energy came through. I didn’t pay those videos much mind, I chalked it up the algorithm. The tumblr acquaintance in question was male as far as I knew.

Later that night I became unusually anxious about my relationship to my partner and was in tears and everything. My deck was messing up, answers weren’t coming out straight. Frustrated, I asked if we could use the app and his candle and he very enthusiastically agreed.

A couple minutes with the candle and the app going, I felt calmer and calmer. My partner gave the prompt “how are you feeling?” I said “now that im in this space with you, i feel a whole hell of a lot better. I don’t usually feel like this, my self esteem isn’t that bad, I don’t get that worried usually”. He replied “listen to me, you’re back”

The following prompts came next (chronological order goes from bottom to top):

Side note: I hadn’t yet blocked them at this time and was gearing up to. A question came through in chat from them with earnest about how my partner, specifically, felt about transmen. That gave me the ick for some reason and when I asked my partner if that question seemed odd to them they gave another enthusiastic yes.

My partner was informing me that this spirit is beyond bad business and their living partner isn’t much better. Energetic vampirism type shit. And for the first time my partner flat out told me what to do by giving the prompt: “I said no”. He has never been the one to tell me what to do so I knew this was a case to pull out all the protective measures on.

I absolutely hate blocking out of the blue but with the quickness and the strength of attachment they were able to build in just 3 days, I had to block without giving reason cuz I already did a cord cut last night and I don’t wanna expose myself again. I’m gonna have to cleanse my bedroom, pull out the holy water for good measure and cleanse my decks. Do you know how many decks I have 😭

This is the FIRST acquaintance I met on tumblr with spirit partner and I get this 😭🙃

[jeneelestrange]

I see a lot of chronic illness people going to like, the scariest possible disgnoses without ruling shit out, which I GET BELIEVE ME because your body is screaming that it’s on fire and like two hundred years ago any of these things might have killed us but like……I’m more and more convinced a surprising amount of the time the answer boils down to a crack in the system from the fact that doctors have the least amount of training in nutrition and sussing out malabsorption/food allergies/intolerances, and even then, doing it is a BITCH and can’t be done in five minutes by throwing a pill at it, which insurance companies hate. Like, these have to be things we’re not testing or really looking into often or aren’t easy to look into.

Your heart’s fucking up? Ok, every doctor’s got a minimum of 100 hours on that. Nutrition issue? 25 hours. A lot of schools don’t even meet that and are suss on how they even count that. And don’t even get me started on nutrition RESEARCH which is the red headed stepchild and long story short there’s a long-winded reason why it feels like one year you’ll hear something like “Blueberries cause cancer!!!!” and “Blueberries cure cancer!!!!” the next and even a lot of the basics are built on pretty hnghhhhh suss shit but ANYWAY.

Think about it—if you are not absorbing a nutrient, you’re going to have symptoms that affect YOUR ENTIRE BODY. BELIEVE ME, I have confirmed four of them, and incredibly likely a fifth. Many of them cause anxiety, depression, fatigue, and believe me, it’s DEBILITATING(fyi if you look it up and have a LOT of anemia symptoms but your CBC is always normal, you may have too much folic acid for reasons I won’t get into for brevity and that hides it on the CBC—insist on a homocysteine blood test, if you have high cholesterol like just about every adult ever the doctor can use the ICD-10 code 78.00–certain countries like America also just have much lower standards for B12 for like, I don’t even know what reason even though the WHO has recommended the international standard be set to that of where Europe and Japan is at—ask me how I know all this hahaha 🙃). And if your doctor is shitty—depression, anxiety, and fatigue no matter how outrageous just gets you an SSRI consistently only.

And if you’re a fat woman and the deficiencies make you anxious and depressed? God help you. God. Help. You. They are looking for weight loss and even if they know micronutrients exist and would NOT cause that hmmmm or you could just have IBS and have depression and need to calm down, right? I could tell my GI doctor had only read the top sheet of my progress notes with the GI symptoms only and was probably like “abdominal pain lol” because unfortunately people in this office had a tendency to do that and then immediately stick their foot in their mouth. I told him I was concerned about malabsorption issues and he said, “But why? People with that are usually skin and bones.” I just paused aghast for a moment and said, “I have four vitamin deficiencies????? Three of them are different forms of anemia????? Might even have a fifth one but I’m not that interested in getting off magnesium for a month and getting full body cramps, migraines, and muscle twitches again for a blood test that isn’t very accurate.” I have never seen someone so quickly read a chart and say, “Well you’ve convinced me!!! Let’s schedule a colonoscopy!!!” and try to get out of the room.

You have to check off all the little weird shit your body is doing for the record so they can’t say they didn’t know, yes, the weird bruises that you don’t know where they come from, yes, the nosebleeds, everything. I used to be really butthurt about the diagnosis of fibromyalgia until I realized there’s very few ICD-10 codes that can be used to test for vitamin-D deficiency, so unfortunately some things are about getting us the best care in a broken system.

[copias-girl]

i've been follow the asks you receive about the tcac and giiiirl all the things you're talking about the next chapter is making me every day more and more anxious. especially now that you posted an AU (is this right? im not sure, sorry) based on a pic. anyway i can't wait to read it ! but well, i do have a question, how many more chapters do you think you're gonna write for tcac? cuz i dont want it to be oveer <3

ps: i really love your written, thank you and please dont stop!

Hiiii! Lmao yeah ig I’m sorta accidentally hyping up the next chapter because everyone’s asking about it! 😂😂

But yeah I think it’s gonna be great! I’m writing it right now, it’s gonna be pretty lengthy and VERY juicy! Much teasing involved 👀

And yes I created a new section on my masterlist, (my pinned post) called ‘To Catch a Cardinal Universe bonus fics.’ Basically these will be fics or ficlets that take place in the tcac universe (where Copia is super blushy and awkward and everyone thinks he’s a loser) but they don’t have anything to do with the main plot line of tcac!

So for example, if someone wanted to send in an ask and say like “tell me about a time in the tcac universe where Reader and Copia blah blah blah” then I’d write something and it would be added to the fic bonus list, not the regular chapters!

And as for how many chapters I have planned, I don’t have a specific amount! I have an overarching storyline planned, but tcac is very liquid in the fact that I can add in chapters whenever I want. If I think of something, I can make it into a chapter and it won’t change the story, if that makes sense?

I have more sticky situations that I want to put Copia in so those will be made into tcac chapters, and I also some emotional chapters planned too! And I also have the ending chapter planned. But if I think of any more teasing situations, then I’ll fit those in too.

Theoretically, tcac could almost go on forever if I keep adding in chapters before the ending one lol

Anyway I hope all this makes sense! Thank you for asking! 🖤🖤🖤

[nowis-scales]

After finishing Blood-Splattered Child you should post a behind the scenes with all your struggles writing it and call it Blood-Splattered Writer😂

Oh my goodness, can you imagine? It would contain such wonderful segments as:

• Yes internal critic, I know you think Ryoma is out of character here, but that’s because he tends to repress his emotions, and the whole point of this fic is to make him stop doing that

• Haha you thought this was therapy JUST for Ryoma? No, whole Hoshido family, figure out your issues

• Oh my god wait this research site says the attachment type that best matches Ryoma’s isn’t all that likely for him?

• Ah great now I’ve gotta make Ikona more of a dick for realism

• WAIT A MINUTE that attachment style is most likely to happen in a situation where the parents inconsistently respond to the child!! Why is Camilla an anxious attachment style? She’s the one who should be disorganized! Poor Ryoma. His more likely attachment style is only considered sexy on Camilla but not on him. No “I can fix him energy” for you

• Anyway yeah Ikona still has to be worse, but this just proves that the writers didn’t do their research… which I guess at the very least doesn’t disprove my pitch here so crisis averted!

• If we want to go by Fire Emblem’s “medieval” shtick I’ve technically pulled Japan’s (Hoshido’s) attempted colonization of Korea (Seonbi) like waaaay too early considering I literally watched propaganda films they made, but… it’s still the Meiji era so fuck it, it counts, it’s an inspiration anyway

• Oh okay if I want to write some of these symptoms Ryoma would probably need an ex… I guess I have to make up a girlfriend for hi- WAIT. Akitomo is born.

• Aw shit, I shouldn’t’ve done friends to lovers with Ryotomo, now I’m attached to them as a couple and they’ve already broken up

• Alright and now I am going to write some of Ryoma’s insecurities and- whoops, that’s Takumi

• How do I write Ryoma and Hinoka close enough that she’s got some more insight than the others, but not so close that people start misconstruing their close relationship and telling me they don’t want to see either of them get with Camilla or Ryoma get with Felicia, and instead want to see them get with each other

• How do I get around having to research Meiji-era Japanese toilets for this scene?

• Spoiler alert: I did not get around researching Meiji-era Japanese toilets

• I need to think about balancing how often Ryoma’s problems are solved by his own volition and how often he is guided by the lesbians

• God, needing characters to come in and out from other countries is so annoying. Why’s everything gotta take so long? Can I use the Water Travel for the Vallites at least? Please?

• I am not writing Sumeragi close to how he canonically was, I’m just a child who was blessed with a great dad, so my reflex now when presented with this figure that is ambiguously a good dad is just to make a guy similar to my dad

• Oh fuck someone asked me why I made a particular choice and I can think of why I made it, but it needs evidentiary support, but I can’t find the evidentiary support anymore, goddammit!

• Oh god I almost implied that Ryoma and Felicia were already married by referencing the scene from their S-support where he makes the riceball for her during a platonic scene

• I need to stop putting my emotional intelligence onto Ryoma. He does not have that. It may be one of my strong points but it is not his

• Actually I need to stop doing this with the entire Hoshido family, they can’t all be emotionally intelligent but still have this many issues

… And that’s probably only the twenty I could come up with lol. If we tack on the actual personal life stuff that has happened while I’ve written it, then it could go on for much longer

[aclosetfan]

Omg I’m so glad you acknowledge how Buttercup, despite being all “eww kisses and other mushy stuff” still actually does that herself, like kissing that one dirty boy along with her sisters (this episode is lowkey kinda gross) and she gave that old guy in Make Zen to Me episode a small peck on the cheek, simple and super innocent things. It’s sweet.

Yes I agree with everything you said there, its a pity that she’s treated so one note most of the time, the way I see it she’s either too hyper masculine or she ended up being way too feminine (usually when she’s in a hetero ship) there needs to be a nice balance. I think a lot of people are too afraid to make her soft in doing so will make her less tomboy or something, it felt like so many are knee deep in that archetype for her in fear of making her remotely girlie. The other Girls too but its sort of the opposite for them.

Also been thinking a lot about how Craig’ll handle them, I’m also curious if he’s responsible for their season 5+6 interpretations, I like to believe he was, cause they manage to be their own characters despite having very minimum appearances. I think they’re very outdated outdated characters, if Craig is interested in bringing them back I can imagine them definitely getting less or not so chauvinistic and misogynistic, but idk, how do you feel about that btw? or should they stay misogynistic cause they’re just little boys, I agree with them staying as villains, I’d like to have all the villains stay villains as well, maybe an open ending like PPGRules would be nice. Idk i’m so anxious now lol I trust whatever Craig is cooking up, his recent show Kid Cosmic was pretty good.

Craig was on and off involved with seasons 5&6 but for the most part was working on Fosters! I don’t think he was really too involved when the boys made a reappearance unfortunately but they’re still his characters and he’s a good storyteller so if he brought them back, I can only imagine he does them justice!

In regard to the rrb’s misogyny, I think it’s only fair to tell you I actually don’t like any of the boys’ episodes a whole lot. My only favorite is Custody Battle, where the girls are hardly present.

In truth, im not the biggest fan of gender wars, and that’s how the creators used the boys’ characters. Even when I was a child watching the show, my mom told me how much I didn’t like the rrb 😂😂 something about “stupid boys”

Which idk maybe I’m being to critical here, especially given the content, but that reaction from a child isn’t great, especially for a show that’s all about love and acceptance. I think it’s over done, cliché, and so very much the opposite of what feminism (equity and respect among genders) should teach people.

I understand why the boys were made the way they were, but I definitely think as time has continued on, the way people view sex and gender has greatly evolved, so I would hope that if they bring the boys back they leave behind the weird “haha boy drool girls rule, our femininity has saved the day.” I’m big on “girl power” but I don’t like it at the expense of putting down the other genders. That’s not feminism to me. I don’t fuck with that terf bullshit

In the Boys are Back in Town, I feel the creators deviated from “femininity saves the day” because kisses no longer destroyed the boys (which weird how in all the episodes with cooties, the day is always saved by three little girls kissing something, but…….moving on) . However, the day was saved by demasculinizing them and sort of making fun of them for crying, and not to say they weren’t shitty kids in that episode, but I’m also like, maybe that shouldn’t have been how the lesson of that episode was taught???? We shouldn’t make little boys feel bad for being rough, and depict little girls pulling one over them to properly chastise the behavior. Children shouldn’t have to regulate other children.

HOWEVER I think that the boys could still be coded as “women haters” in the new show, and I’d be fine with that because there some boys are like that irl and we shouldn’t shy away from that discussion. I just don’t want the problem solved by the creators going “and the day was saved because boys fucking suck.”

Like make that make sense. It’s a very late 90s early 2000s cliché so it fits the time period of the show, but I like to believe we’ve grown as a society.

Overall, I think it really really depends on their purposes in the new show, if they’re even in it. If they’re suppose to be shitty people/bad guys, I’d want them to be shitty people/bad guys, and that could include them being misogynistic. If they’re going to be redeemed, I want the shittiness of their characters to ease up. In any case, I what I DONT want is simple solutions to complex discussions, but it’s a kids show so I’m not expecting much haha 🤷‍♀️

[marukuroshima]

/!\ This post is about a silly story I imagine for MYSELF, and contains an OC x Canon ship. If you think it’s cringe, please respectfully scroll, thank you ! All the characters used that aren’t mine are alternate, fanon versions of course! /!\

I’m actually very anxious about posting this but I’ll do it anyway. Just know that this is just a story I imagine in my head and draw sometimes, nothing serious, just something for fun.

The story is about Helios (He was named this way because he looked like a tiny sun when he was a baby lol), the son of Dream and my OC named Misty, who was a kindhearted and brave monster who had the ability to take another form, closer to a human, because she hated her original from. Misty was pretty much a mix between many animals, including chameleon, which is why she has this ability. Misty wears a mask on her human form because the spots on her face don’t disappear, and unfortunately, she can’t have normal ears because her real ears are way too long. Misty will eventually learn self love later.

Misty had in her body a magic butterfly, who « fixed » her, because, since she was a mix between many species, her body was painful and unstable, and the ability of the chameleon was pretty much the only ability she had, which is why she started to learn how to fight with a sword. She was good at it and pretty fast too, which was sometimes useful.

Misty was also a poet of her/their (Misty uses both She/Her and They/Them pronouns without preference and usually lets people decide which one they prefer to use.) free time, and enjoyed to sing, even though… They weren’t the best singer.

At some point of the story, I didn’t really think how exactly yet since it’s more about Helios, Misty and Dream will eventually fall in love and manage to make it work. Their relationship was seen by others as « pure, healthy, soft » while in private it was more silly, Misty enjoyed to sing silly love songs to Dream who seemed to actually like it. There was a lot of laughter between them.

But someday, there was, as usual, a huge fight between Dream and Nightmare. It was in another universe, a universe different from others. It was described as beautiful, almost unreal, which was initially a world where Monsters and Humans could learn a special kind of magic by only working together. It was purely based on harmony… But this harmony was fragile, and there was a lot of arguments. And arguments lead to negative feelings, I don’t think I need to tell you what happened next.

This time, Dream decided to use a final plan, a cliché plan, I know, this story is made for fun, it’s not made to make sense lmao

And Misty was a part of this plan and knew about it since they had a lot of discussion and thinking about it.

This time, they used both of their magic, which means that Misty used of « fixing butterfly » (YES, IT’S REALLY CLICHÉ I KNOW HAHAHAHA) in order to bring back old Nightmare. It was risky, but since the battle was tough, it was pretty much their last chance.

The plan eventually succeeded BUT, after using that much of magic and energy, Misty and Dream lost their physical forms. They didn’t die though, they just got turned into little gems shaped like a yellow sun and a reddish orange butterfly. Before disappearing, Dream left a little reddish orange flame behind him. It was Helios.

This version of Nightmare, who was saved, went back to his passive form but was different, he had a lot of injuries, of course, and had to learn of to live properly again (such as learning how to walk again for exemple), and when he was ready, and with some help of Dream’s friends, he started to raise Helios (He’s also the one who chose his name.)

Helios was an hyperactive kid, who always damaged his own clothes while playing. He also had difficulties focusing. Nightmare did his best to raise him and love him, and actually did a good job ! But this little guy wanted more than anything to meet his parents. I’m still developing him so I can’t tell much about him. For example, the kind of magic he uses is still unknown. Since it’s a story I imagine only in my head and for fun, it was a lot of flaws but I’ll try to develop it better later. The only think I know is that I think it would be awesome if he had magic circles, pretty much like in Jewelpet twinkle !

But I can tell you he has a beautiful cousin. Nightmare created her because he feared Helios would feel lonely. Her name is Diana. She may look cold and distant, she’s actually very gentle and strong. She treats Helios like her younger brother despite being younger than him. Diana, just like Nightmare in his passive form, loves roses and books.

They’re pretty much like siblings since they were raised by the same person and grew up together.

I have some scenarios for the in my head, such as Helios putting himself in danger while trying to bring back his parents and Diana trying to stop him, and some other more simple interactions since Nightmare wanted to give them a simple life.

I also like to imagine Helios bonding with little creatures, so I brought back an old OC. Meet Jaster (Jester + Water), Helios’s friend ! Yes, it’s cringe but he’s adorable I love him.

I also have other ideas ! For exemple, alternate versions of Cross and Swap as Nightmare, Diana and Helios’s personal guards ? It would make fun interactions ! Or even with Ink ? Why not ?

Since they live in the universe with the magic based on the harmony between humans and monsters I also imagined Nightmare as the principal of a school where both humans and monsters could go and learn to work together to learn this special magic!

I’m not going to lie, I also imagine the characters of my AU living in that world too, such as my Toriel also working in that school, Philomena working in the school’s library, Grillby and Muffet working together in the Town’s Café, Mettaton and Mad mew mew as local celebrities and other silly stuff like this…Even Frisk, Chara, Asriel, Felix, Alphys, Undyne , Sans and Papyrus are there!

Basically anyone could join and live in happiness and harmony, after two lovers sacrificed themselves to make it possible.

Like some kind of « happily ever after » but not actually because who knows what Helios could try to bring back his parents…

That’s it ! That’s the story I imagine for fun, and also because it comforts me! I hope you enjoyed it and, I’m gonna say that once again since I’m sensitive, please do not hate on my story of me in general, if you don’t like it, scroll, thank you ! I actually think this story is bad and cringe but I’m still having fun with it lmao-

Have a nice day/night, everyone !❤️

Credits :

Original Dream and Nightmare by Joku

Cross (mentioned) by Jakei95

Ink!Sans (mentioned) by Comyet

Swap!Sans by AU community

[glowyjellyfish]

…and I just finished Ducktales! Here are some semi-random notes on episodes roughly in order:

1. Okay, i’ll admit I am a little sick of kids’ shows always feeling obliged to stick a Real Santa in, but Ducktales did it perfectly. Super appreciate that they even made Santa a contemporary of Scrooge, because what could be more fitting or accurate?

2. The last Fenton episode was great, poor tiny anxious Huey. And Fenton was not faring much better but at least he had a girlfriend to show for it. Also, Mark Beaks acting like a stalker with a crush towards Gizmoduck, which is peak Beaks right there. And I loooove that Huey brought in Louie to lie for him, and didn’t even think to tell him about Fenton! Lol Dewey knew because he was right there when Gizmoduck debuted, Huey figured it out quickly when Gizmoduck was in front of him fighting crime, and Louie never even had a scene with Fenton or Gizmoduck until that moment did he? L O L.

3. I am still a little bit salty that the Talespin episode didn’t even mention Launchpad, but i get why now, it was all about following in the footsteps of the mentors and there really wasn’t room for Launchpad. I will just politely headcanon that Stunt Pilot Molly Cunningham is friendly rivals with Launchpad’s sister. And maybe that Della got home and promptly told Launchpad he is no longer the worst pilot she’s ever met.

4. I’m impressed how many flashbacks they crammed into The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck! And also, Poe! I don’t think even 1987 Ducktales ever gave us Person Poe. Aw how cool. I feel pretty bad for Magica with that story. Scrooge really was a bit of a dick to her, and I’m glad that’s the one he owned up and took responsibility for. As an Animorphs fan, you really do not want to accidentally lose a loved one in bird form. Birds have short short lives.

5. THE FINALE.

A. Definitely felt like we suddenly hit fast forward and had to cram a ton in at crazy speeds, but Ducktales pulled it off!

B. I cannot BELIEVE they crammed a gargoyles reference in there too, Frank Angones you madman. With the addition of Keith David this truly was the correct thing to watch after I finished Community s6. It was practically the same cast!

C. Impeccable division of teams, so that everybody went up against the appropriate villain, teams were logical, and banter was beautiful

D. DARKWING AND GIZMODUCK AND LAUNCHPAD. OMG. I still would like to have approximately twelve seasons worth of bantering between Darkwing and Gizmoduck, and Fenton and Drake, and all combinations in between. Launchpad is everybody’s sidekick, EXCEPT WHEN HE PUTS ON THE GIZMO SUIT AND GETS TO SHINE. AWWWW LAUNCHPAD.

E. Okay I’m going to ramble about Launchpad some more for just a minute here. First, Launchpad’s subconscious has been struggling to tell everyone this intel the whole time??? And without his double-o mission they would have been stuck at square one?!? HOORAY LAUNCHPAD HELPED! Also, who is the first character to say “isn’t family the greatest adventure of all?” or most of it at least, that’s right, Launchpad! He is the HEART and I love him and I am very proud of him.

F. Back to Fenton and Drake, I am now going to assume that both of my suggested scenarios happened. Fenton had a long day and said something like “ugh, don’t even talk to me about Gizmoduck!”, then Drake took that as his cue to start griping about Gizmoduck, and Fenton just awkwardly agreed to be polite at first, and Drake was like “haha, yes! He clearly hates Gizmoduck too! My new buddy!” Also, I find it hilarious that Darkwing refuses to consider the possibility that Fenton is Gizmoduck, possibly because he likes Fenton too much? Which is great. I loved the classic versions getting on each other’s nerves every which way in Tiff of the Titans, but this is an extremely lovable dynamic as well. Especially that Fenton got frustrated enough to try to just tell him. These guys are terrible at secret identities, and yet still Fenton somehow managed to have one from Drake, and from Louie. Somehow.

G. Hooray, I finally know the thing about Webby properly! And yes, there was a TON of foreshadowing and themes about nature vs nurture all over the place throughout this show, omg! Especially as other clones we have seen on the show were (usually?) exact duplicates, while there is no question that Webby is fully her own person, despite having clear streaks of Scrooge in her. Which, to be fair, also could have just come from growing up around him! I wish there was more time to get to know May and June, and I love the way Beakley just kinda… bluescreened and went off on her own over Webby.

H. Seeing Scrooge and Donald and Della together in action was glorious. Surely we saw it before, can’t remember, buuuuut still glorious.

I. also aaaaaaaa Huey’s woodchucking skills saving the day, the parallel with the villain coming together nicely

J. and all the kids getting to shine too!

Okay, I’m sure I forgot a ton of important stuff as I just sat down and started rambling. Now I can look at TVTropes and the whole rest of tumblr and AO3 and everything!