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starlazergazer · 1 year

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Spare Key

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Request: An AU where your left eye is your own color but the right is the color of your soulmates, set between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, Anakin runs into his soulmate on a lower shadier level of Coruscant where she works as a bartender for a bar that mostly deals with mercenaries and bounty hunters. From here the reader and Anakin have to work through the issues of Anakin not being able to form attachments and the jedi order

Warnings: Some swearing, some jealousy, lots of angst

Word count: 3K

A/N: sorry this took me so long to get out but I really hope you like it I had a lot of fun with the creative freedom and hope you like where I took the story! Sorry it’s angsty!!

Anakin had never much bothered to study the color of his right eye. There was no point in it really, the jedi code was strict, jedi knights could not form attachments with anyone, even soulmates did not trump it, though it felt cruel for the universe to give him one anyways.

A part of him long ago had mourned the loss of what could have been, had he stayed on Tattooine could he have met her? Was she out there somewhere waiting for him? A soulmate that could never be. Did she even know?

But as he grew up, started to get more serious about being a jedi knight and exactly what that meant he accepted it, accepted that perhaps the order had a reason to establish such a rule it their code. His mind became filled with other thoughts, troubles, dreams, desires, and he forgot about the soulmate that could have been and the color of her eye.

That was why he didn’t think twice when he saw the color of the bartenders left eye as she bent down just beside him to put a round of drinks on the table.

A part of him, a small part that never grew up or moved on, noted that the color of her left matched the color of his right but that didn’t mean much. There were only so many eye colors out there and he had met more than enough with the right color but that didn’t mean they were the ones.

He had a mission to focus on anyways, a table of mercenaries spread out around him as they accepted him as one of their own, talked of the job they were planning to pull off in just a few days, Anakin’s ears finely attuned to the conversation to report back to the council later.

A small break in the conversation as drinks were passed around and the man next to him asked for another, a voice sweet as honey answered him smoothly, the tone hinting at a smile behind those words and Anakin felt his attention being pulled, his gut wrenching ever so slightly as he found he needed to see who had spoken them, needed to see the smile for himself.

He was met with quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, the quick glance he stole just moments ago when she set down glasses not nearly enough to do her features justice, a soft smile playing on her lips that was effortlessly lighting up the room, drawing out a similar one on the man next to ham’s features along with quite possibly the most polite words he’d heard the man utter since sitting down. Somehow even getting a please at the end of his question.

He felt himself smirk at the sight, his eyes climbing further up her features before he froze, a very familiar left eye staring down at the mercenary as he spoke, his own eye.

A part of him insisted that it was a fluke, that blue eyes were common in Coruscant, that surely that couldn’t be his own, but at the same time he couldn’t let it go, couldn’t shake the thought as it consumed his conscious mind, his eyes only breaking from her as she slipped past to go back to the bar, his gaze hovering in the empty space where she had been for far too long.

“I’ll go grab that for you” the words were out of his mouth before he could even think them, a hand clapping the man next to him’s shoulder briefly as he stood up and made his way to the bar, at the moment not caring that he was abandoning his mission.

He walked up to the bar on Shakey legs, leaning more onto the countertop than necessary as he watched you work, pouring another drink for his table, her eyes flicking up to his as he stared for longer than what was polite.

She, however, didn’t seem to notice, her body freezing as her gaze connected with his own, her own eyes dancing happily back and forth between his, studying every detail carefully, drinking in the familiarity those eyes brought

“Oh-ah-what can I get you?” something snapped her out of the paralysis, her posture snapping upright as she tried to go back to her job, a distinct pink hue taking over her cheeks as he did so that had Anakin grinning.

“I’m Anakin” he held out his hand, not caring that that didn’t answer her question.

“Y/N” she returned with a smile, clearly showing that she didn’t care either, the handshake going on for a few seconds longer than was necessary.

Eventually Anakin regretfully withdrew his hand, elbow coming up to lean on the bar, by no means eager to leave “Can I just say you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen”

And to his delight she laughed at this, head going back slightly as her body shook with it. With that sound Anakin knew that he was screwed, you both were. Because there was no way this could possibly end well, but he was sure going to enjoy every moment with you in between

“Did you have a good date tonight?”

The question came from a darkened corner of your apartment, the familiar voice cutting unexpectedly through the silence making you jump slightly as you walked into the room, turning to shut and lock your door with an uncomfortable chuckle.

“You scared me” you tried to avoid the question, tried to move naturally to pull down the end of your dress, to act like this was all normal.

And to an extent it was, it wasn’t the first time Anakin had used the extra key you gave him, telling him he could come by whenever he liked, knowing he needed a place to get away from the order every once in a while. But this time was different, you knew it would be if he were here, was why you never even considered bringing the guy home with you that night, while that and a few more reasons…

“Did you have a good date tonight?” he repeated his question again and you knew you weren’t getting out of answering it. His tone wasn’t curious, it was flat, accusatory, it was a tone looking for a fight and you had a hard enough time talking yourself into going on the date in the first place, let alone defending that decision to Anakin.

“It was fine” you forced a shrug, forced your tone to be light and nonchalant, forced yourself out of the little foyer and into the room where he could actually see you from his chair, walking over to the kitchen for a glass of water, putting distance between the two of you as if that could calm the oncoming storm.

And to your surprise it seemed to work, his next words coming out much softer than before, barely more than a whisper “I haven’t seen that dress before”

You looked down at your dress as if you had forgotten what you were wearing, eyes grazing over the short, tight, black dress you had worn tonight for your date, a dress you’d worn because you knew you looked good in it, something your date obviously had noticed too. “It’s new”

You heard Anakin’s loud breath from across the room, a long sigh followed by a bitter chuckle, “you bought a new dress for him”

“Anakin why are you here?” you sighed, hands coming naturally to your hips as you looked down at the Jedi in his seated position, gearing up for the fight your could feel coming, the tension in the room thick enough you could feel it.

“I just want to know” he shrugged casually, giving you a moment’s pause to prepare for his next words, for the sucker punch he knew he was about to deliver “what’s the point?”

And just like that you could feel the anger building within you, feel every ounce of patience start to leave as you crossed your arms defensively over your chest, willing yourself to keep a level head “if you’re here just to start a fight you can leave”

“I was just curious” he had a smirk on his face as he pushed himself to his feet, as if he enjoyed taunting you like this “you know he’s not the one, will never be the one, so why bother?”

Your chest puffed as you forced calm deep breaths as he approached you, words forming and dying within your head as you formulated your response. Because there are still options you wanted to scream, for no other reason than to remind yourself of that fact. This was real life, shit happens, soulmates die, or never meet, or are jedi knights sworn to a stupid jedi code to never form attachments and people still needed options for a relationship, for intimacy, for love.

But you knew that argument would fall on deaf ears because it fell on your own the same way. Because it was too hard to believe you could still move on while he was here, to settle for second best while your soulmate stood right in front of you, the evidence written in his eyes that were identical to your own in every way.

“What would you have me do Ani?”

And you could feel the defeat slipping into your tone as you asked, the spite in you ebbing and flowing with the sadness in a way too complicated and too exhausting for you to keep up with as you mourned something that never was and never could be. How can a person mourn a relationship that does not exist?

You watched Anakin’s chest rise and fall before you as he took a few deep breaths in contemplation, the time bringing down his anger in his tone before he answered “I don’t know, I just-I thought I’d have more time”

This time it was your turn to laugh bitterly, taking a few steps back from him not needing to feel his overwhelming presence right now “Okay how about you give me a number, the number of days I’m allowed to wait before moving on and I’ll stick to that yeah?”

Another sigh escaped him as he dragged a hand down his tired face, “Look this is…this is hard for me-“

“Oh and you don’t think this is hard for me?” you asked with a scoff, hands coming back up to cross over your chest.

His eyes raked up and down your body for a brief second, the action sending shivers up your spine before he scoffed “oh yeah looks like you’re absolutely miserable”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” you demanded with a raised brow, neither of you bothering to cap the volume of your voices, not caring if your neighbors could hear at this point.

“Oh poor Y/N has to go out on dates with guys who fawn over how beautiful she is” Anakin put a slight whine in his voice as he mocked you, “Least you don’t have to watch your soulmate fall in love with someone else”

“And who’s fault is that?” you countered immediately but you could feel the pressure starting to build in the base of your throat, the draw in your forehead as your eyebrows drew together.

Anakin drew his in response, his voice doping down once again as he looked at you in confusion, “you blame me for this?”

Seeing the way your lip quiver ever so slightly, the glass sheen that grew over your eyes, Anakin was reaching for you instinctively, but you batted his hands away quickly, taking another step back, curling your arms around yourself protectively “who else would I blame?” you asked hollowly “you’re a jedi, you can’t form attachments, you don’t get to have a soulmate, I don’t fit into your world”

Anakin’s response to that came quickly, “say the word and I’ll leave”

And it was spoken so softly, so earnestly that you froze on the spot, eyes bouncing back and forth between his, a perfect match of your own. “what?”

“Say the word and I will leave the Jedi order” he repeated never breaking eye contact with you, never hesitating on a single word.

“No you don’t mean that” you said softly, shaking your head ever so slightly because he couldn’t mean that. The jedi order was Anakin’s life, it is all he’s ever known, it had his mentor Obi-wan, the closest thing he had to family.

“I could get a job with you” he insisted nonetheless, taking slow steps towards you, grabbing your hands in his and giving them a soft squeeze “or fixing things, maybe a mechanic, I don’t know but I could figure it out. Just say the word and I’m yours”

And gods that was exactly what you had always wanted to hear from him. Because he was yours, he was your soulmate just as you were his, and here he was telling you that you were his priority, that he would give up everything for you, that you were more important to him than any future or destiny set out already before him.

Gods did it hurt to hear those words knowing they could never be true.

“that’s not fair” your words came out as barely more than a whisper, the first of your tears finally spilling over the surface and down your cheek, the lump in your throat growing so large it hurt.

“We could live here” he continued on, a soft smile on his face as he spoke “cook eachother dinner, watch movies on the couch, do normal couple things-“

“Stop, please Ani just stop” you had to cut him off, had to stop the image of what your life could be like from forming, stop to onslaught of what ifs from streaming past, because you were weak, and you knew if he kept going, if he kept staring down at you with that hopeful smile and puppydog eyes that you would cave.

“Just say the word” he whispered back to you, giving your hands another soft squeeze.

You pulled them out of his, pulled your body away from his, shaking your head as you put as much distance as possible between the two of you “you can’t put that on me Anakin. You don’t get to make this my decision so that you get to resent me later for making it”

His brows furrowed at that “I wouldn’t resent you, I want to leave the order, I want to chose you, just tell me that I can”

“You can’t” a bitter laugh escaped you at that, a glare sent his direction because he knew why he couldn’t, knew why things had to be the way they were and still was insistent that it was your problem, your fault “I know about the prophecy, I know you’re supposed to be ‘the chosen one’, that you bring light to the force or whatever, so you don’t get to just walk away from everything”

“And yet here I am” the anger was bighting back into his voice, the volume starting to rise again “saying that I will walk away from everything for you”

Another tear spilt over and you didn’t bother to wipe it away, refusing to break eye contact with Anakin as he dared you to say something, dared you to tell him to stay. Why did he have to make it so hard, why couldn’t he accept that this was the way things had to be. “I will not be that girl. I will not be the one to doom the entire galaxy, the entire order, especially while we are on the cusp of a war, for selfish reasons”

Anakin took a minute to respond, a deep breath filing the silence before another small hollow chuckle “and you still say this is my fault?”

And there it was, the reason he had started this fight, to release him of his own guilt. To be able to say that he wasn’t ruining your chance at having a relationship with your soulmate, rather you were ruining his.

And at this point fine. You were tired, done with the same argument, done having to rationalize everything not only to yourself but to Anakin as well. If he wanted you to be the bad guy then fine you’ll be the bad guy.

“Anakin” you sighed, a hand coming to your forehead as you pinched the bridge of your nose as you prepared yourself “just leave”

You could see him set his jaw at your words, the way his hands balled up into fists, but he said nothing more, simply made for the door.

“Leave the key”

He froze at the words you had thrown back at him last minute, the implications you were trying to sneak upon him in the last seconds, his head whipping around to look at you.

“Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow” he tried to grovel with you, tried to back down from the ledge you had put you both upon.

“I can’t do this anymore” you pleaded back to him, arms defensively over your chest as you tried and failed to maintain your eye contact, seeing your own eyes staring back at you hurting too much “can’t keep having the same argument, I can’t have you around all the time, so close and never close enough. I can’t do it anymore Anakin”

And he blinked back at you in surprise, hesitating for a long moment before he thrust his hand into a pocket of his robes, rooting around for a minute before extracting a small metal key, holding it stationary in the air for a second before hesitantly setting it down on your coffee table, hand hovering above it for a moment before he extracted it.

“I’ll see you around then…right?”

The hopeful tone in his voice killed you, both of you knowing that your paths didn’t cross naturally, that he was often gone for weeks at a time on missions, that he had a war to win.

“Yeah Ani, sure”

And he forced on a smile at your words, the corners of his lips just barely tilting up before he turned back around and headed for the door, your eyes breaking down to the key.

There was the sound of the door shutting, then a brief pause, and the sound of footsteps retreating down the hall before you were ushered into the deafening silence of your empty apartment, eyes never breaking from the small metal key on the coffee table.

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blood-orange-juice · 6 months

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Pushing my "Childe is inspired by Uther Doul" agenda.

I wrote about how everything that he does contains a contradiction and we discussed with Cricket how Canotila's quest implies that the Abyss might not be just a place with monsters and dead forgotten gods, but rather a place where things randomly flicker in and out of existence or change to random other things.

And a huge part of my fascination with Childe is how three years after the start of the story I still can't figure him out. Human psyche doesn't bend at this angles, his combination of traits is not supposed to exist in one person (nor it can be imitated).

Yet, somehow it doesn't feel like ooc or bad writing, I have a very clear sense of what would be childelike and unchildelike, it just doesn't feel like anything that can exist inside a human brain, unless I resort to a very weird theory.

The theory.

China Mieville's "The Scar" has a concept called "possibility mining", certain places and certain magic/technology being able to conjure all the possible versions of a person or an object at once. It can be navigated to some extent.

There's a character called Uther Doul, a warrior-scholar, the pirate city rulers' bodyguard and overall a charming fellow. He's consistently described as someone changing the direction of his actions too quickly and unpredictably or having traits that shouldn't coexist in one person.

(he also wears grey, is proficient in most kinds of weapons and is generally polite and soft spoken. do you see my vision?)

First meeting:

“Surrender,” he said quietly to the man before him, who looked up in terror and sobbed, fumbled idiotically for his knife. The grey-clad man spun instantly in the air, his arms and legs bent. He twirled as if he were dancing and stamped out quickly, the bottom of his foot slamming into the fallen man’s face and smashing him back. The sailor sprawled, bleeding, unconscious or dead. As the man in grey landed he was instantly still. It was as if he had not moved.

A fight at a city arena (mostly quoting this for the reaction of other people to him):

It was only when the frenzy spread to her own boat that she realized it was a word. “Doul.” It came from all around her. “Doul, Doul, Doul.” A name. “What are they saying?” she hissed to Silas. “They’re calling for someone,” he said, his eyes scanning the surrounds. “They want a display. They’re demanding a fight from Uther Doul.” He gave her a quick, cold smile. “You’ll recognize him,” he said. “You’ll know him when you see him.” [...] Uther Doul did not seem to live in the same time as anyone else. He seemed like some visitor to a world much more gross and sluggish than his own. Despite the bulk of his body, he moved with such speed that even gravity seemed to operate more quickly for him.

The heroine contemplating after (I don't think need to comment):

They left and walked the winding nightlit pathways of Thee-And-Thine toward Shaddler, and Garwater and the Chromolith. Neither spoke. At the end of Doul’s fight, Bellis had seen something that had brought her up short and made her afraid. As he had turned, his hands clawed, his chest taut and heaving, she had seen his face. It was stretched tight, every muscle straining, into a glare of feral savagery unlike anything she had ever seen on a human being. Then a second later, with his bout won, he had turned to acknowledge the crowd and had looked once more like a contemplative priest. Bellis could imagine some fatuous warrior code, some mysticism that abstracted the violence of combat and allowed one to fight like a holy man. And equally she could imagine tapping into savagery, letting atavistic viciousness take over in a berserker fugue. But Doul’s combination stunned her. She thought of it later, as she lay in her bed, listening to light rain. He had readied and recovered himself like a monk, fought like a machine, and seemed to feel it like a predatory beast. That tension frightened her, much more than the combat skills he had shown. Those could be learned.

Uther explaining lore:

Uther quoted something like a singer. “ ‘We have scarred this mild world with prospects, wounded it massively, broken it, made our mark on its most remote land and stretching for thousands of leagues across its sea. And what we break we may reshape, and that which fails might still succeed. We have found rich deposits of chance, and we will dig them out.’ “They meant all that literally,” he said. “It wasn’t an abstract crow of triumph. They had scarred, they had broken the world. And, in doing so, they set free forces that they were able to tap. Forces that allowed them to reshape things, to fail and succeed simultaneously-because they mined for possibilities. A cataclysm like that, shattering a world, the rupture left behind: it opens up a rich seam of potentialities. “And they knew how to pick at the might-have-beens and pull out the best of them, use them to shape the world. For every action, there’s an infinity of outcomes. Countless trillions are possible, many milliards are likely, millions might be considered probable, several occur as possibilities to us as observers-and one comes true. “But the Ghosthead knew how to tap some of those that might have been. To give them a kind of life. To use them, to push them into the reality that in its very existence denied theirs, which is defined by what happened and by the denial of what did not. Tapped by possibility machines, outcomes that didn’t quite make it to actuality were boosted, and made real.

Fun detail: he also wields what's called a "possible sword", it takes the shape currently preferred by the owner.

If I recall that correctly, it's never actually stated explicitly or explained why does Uther have such a weird combination of traits and fans argue a lot about which side was real.

I think all of them were. He just switched constantly between all the different versions of himself. And I think so does Childe. Not just in "he compartmentalizes" way (although that probably too) but in reality-shifting way.

I also think that's the real reason why Childe wasn't in Sumeru. His thought process itself is probably a massive spoiler. Also Nahida would have probably speedrun a corruption arc with a pace inconceivable both to King Deshret and Rukkhadevata if she tried to peek into his head.

It gets weirder and even more fun when you see the drops from the 4.2 boss, but I'll wait for the patch to drop to draw parallels. For now I'll just say that it involves a whale and a music instrument.

#childe #tartaglia #genshin lore #if abyss be thy name I pledge to you my loyalty #all of the above #<- this is my childe/uther tag #the power I represent cares not at all about new crobuzon #I don't think there's a 1:1 comparison #rather hoyo authors read the book and were captivated by the concept just like I was #and then used it as inspiration #so I doubt they'll even follow the same plot points #but the similarities are uncanny

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kingofthe-egirls · 11 months

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FOX TALES: LUFFY asks to be your boyfriend (+ bonding time with ROBIN)

fox tales

(Part ??? Of my arctic fox kistune fic, based off a lot of russian folk lore lol. Scroll through my tag and read in whatever order you want, you’ll get the gist 😅)

(cw: food, violence, kissing, sfw)

“Vasya”

***

“I think I wanna change my name,” you start, slowly flipping through the pages of an antique book Robin had handed you. There’s gold filigree on the paper edges, and it’s written in a script you have to scrunch your eyes to read.

“Oh?” The archeologist asks. She looks up from over the rim of her teacup, sipping gently. Her blue eyes are lighter than Sanji’s: hers more teal, rather than his lapis lazuli. Robin and you haven’t connected much, but it’s nice to spend some time with her. And you didn’t know if anyone else would understand this sort of thing.

“To Vasya,” you continue, nodding down at your book. “I read it in a story once.”

Robin sips her drink. “What was it about?” Her voice is quiet, and lilting. You tilt your ears, wondering if she knew she spoke in lullabies.

“It was about this girl,” you say, folding your hands atop the book, vellum pages spread open in front of you. You scratch at some of the ink. “She was a witch, sorta. She could see nature spirits. And the king of winter wanted to take her for his bride. He actually fell in love with her,” you recall, “Instead of the mortal man she was betrothed to. So she ran away into the woods with him, and eventually learns to fight. She helps her country win a war, actually.” You grin, “There were some really cool fight scenes.”

“Oh?” Robin hums, closing her book on her lap. The two of you had been reading in the library together, until you’d spoken out of nowhere about your name change. “That’s interesting.”

“Mhmm,” you agree, sipping your own sugary tea Sanji had prepared for you. He knew you liked it sweet.

You plop another sugar cube into the china cup, stirring it with the silver spoon that came with the rest of the tea set. It had a lily emblazoned on the handle.

“And her name was Vasya?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding, “Short for Vasilisa. But I like Vasya best.”

“Well then,” Robin smiles, a thin flutter of pleasure dancing around her lips. “Nice to meet you, Vasya.”

You grin, and take a big sip of tea.

“Thanks, Robin. Nice to meet you, too.”

***

“The wings of the pirate king?” You giggle after Robin had told you Sanji’s title.

“Mm,” she hums, pleased, “Zoro is his right arm. And you are the painter, I presume?” She nods toward the set of colored pencils you’d brought along into the room. The library was one of your favorite places on the ship to draw (minus the stern’s railing, which was your favorite spot). Sketches of the aquarium fish dotted your notebook every few pages. Luffy and his stupid grin took up most of the rest.

You couldn’t stop drawing him, much to your chagrin.

“I like using colored pencils, mostly,” you prop your chin on your hand. Munch on a cookie Sanji had brought, the white china plate dotted with pink frills. It was vanilla, with lemon-icing sugar on top. Your eyes flutter closed at the taste of it.

“Melts in your mouth, doesn’t it?” Robin brings her own cookie up to her lips, and takes a dainty bite. She’s so polite, you think. Way better manners than you, or even anyone else on the crew. Nami came close, but not really. Sanji was better mannered than her (at least to you, although he yelled at Mosshead quite a lot). You hadn’t gotten to really meet Zoro, yet.

“Mm,” you agree, taking another bite.

“You’re the archeologist, right? A historian, of sorts.” You hadn’t known what that word meant, until Chopper told you. He was your best friend, on the ship. Well, besides Luffy…

But Luffy was special.

“That’s right,” she inclines her head, the sharp edge of her raven hair skimming the top of her shoulder. Her collarbone dipped behind a violet collar, sharp and angular just like the rest of her.

Plus she was so tall.

“What do you like about it?” It was easy for you to make friends, you had realized. Especially with this crew. They had all been so welcoming to you, the day Luffy reappeared through a portal with you on his hip. He’d been gone for three months, stuck at the cottage with you. That’s how you’d met him, how you’d gotten to know him, and how he asked you to be on his crew.

He’d been impressed with your portal fruit, and had found you to be excessively pretty, to boot. You blush at the memory, the first time he’d called you cute.

***

“You’re pretty, kitty.” Luffy bends down his head so he’s looking at you from upside down. You’re sitting on a tree stump, sketchbook in hand. You’d been drawing Luffy himself, enthralled by his athleticism as he trained on your cottage-green lawn.

“Y-You are!” You blurt, having never been called pretty before. You could use your body to flirt with men, sure, but somehow Luffy’s complement hit differently than theirs. Your cheeks flush.

You wonder why.

“You’re welcome,” he says, grinning, and steps away to sit down across the firepit from you. Last night’s embers still smoke, chalk-like wisps still curling through the air.

“But you’re supposed to say ‘thank you’ first,” he stretches his legs out, leaning back on his hands. His fingers are thick and calloused from where they curl into the grass.

“Thank you,” you mumble, closing your sketchbook stealthily. He’s seen your portraits of him, the ones you dared to show him. But those were less…ogling than this last one had been.

Listen, he’s hot when he trains, okay?

“You’re really pretty,” he says again, and you realize there’s a sudden dusting of rose across his face. He’s blushing, you think with a shock.

“Th-thanks…,” you say again, sitting on your hands. You knock your feet together, bare and dirty from the grass. You curl them up, and scrunch your nose. “What…what makes you say so?”

Luffy tips his head to one side, gray eyes sliding up toward the sky. “Hmm…just felt like saying it, I guess. I like watching you draw.”

You bite your lip, your own cheeks heating. “I like watching you train,” you quietly counter. Luffy stills, going calm in that way you’d seen for the first time last night, when he’d fought off a whole town of angry farmers for you. They’d been trying to chase you, torches and all, and he had just. Knocked them down like bowling pins.

He’d been angrier than you’d ever seen him, then.

After, when there were only groaning bodies left twitching on the ground, he’d wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Let’s go home, Kit,” he had said, and you opened a portal for the both of you to step through.

Now, he stares at you with guileless, unblinking eyes. You’ve never trusted someone so implicitly before. Luffy never lies.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” He asks, and the question catches you off guard. You’re still a little shaken, from the fight.

You regard him, leveling an artist’s eye at his muscular frame. His body is tanned, weather-worn and battle-hardened. His hair is fluffy and dark, like a raven’s ruffled feathers. He has the best smile you’ve ever seen in your life, and it’s not long before you’re nodding emphatically.

“Yes.”

He grins, eyes crinkling up into little half moons. “Good! I like you,” he hums, turning his head to stare at the tree line surrounding your yard. The pine trees are tall and indigo, shivering in the cool, twilight breeze.

“I like you too,” you hedge, not sure what he means. Did he…y’know…like you? Like that?

“I mean, I really like you,” he repeats. He’s staring at you fully now, and your pulse quickens.

“I really like you, too.” You couldn’t hope, you couldn’t possibly, but—

“Can I kiss you?”

He asks it plainly, simply, with a subtle tilt to his head. His hair is ruffled in the wind, and you can see a flicker of conquerer’s haki around his shoulder blades. Like the mantle of a king.

You answer without words, crawling forward off your tree stump over to where he sits with his legs splayed out. Your sketchbook is forgotten, discarded in the grass. You sit in his lap, hovering with your face and your hips barely a breath away from his.

Your eyes flick to his lips, and you can see that he’s trembling. He looks up at you, a question asked still paused in his throat. You slide your fingers into his hair, and pull.

He gasps, but you devour it with a kiss.

“Fuck—,” he whispers, in between hot crashes of your lips, “I like kissing you.”

You moan out a little sound, something satisfied and warm, and sink down onto his lap proper. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in tighter. Your hands are raking through his fluffy hair.

“I like you,” you growl again, pursing your lips at his temple. You wonder if he’s ever been kissed.

“Good,” he says again, peppering small kisses along your jawbone. “Will you be mine?”

“Hmm,” you tap your fingers against the base of his skull. “What does that mean? I don’t like being trapped,” you lean up, haughty, your arms around his neck.

He shakes his head, fiercely. “Never trapped,” he tightens his hold around your hips, “Not with me.”

“Okay,” you chirp, bending down to nip at his bottom lip, “I’m yours, then.”

Luffy laughs, loud and clear, and tumbles you both onto the grass together. You giggle, enjoying the weight of your now-boyfriend pressing against you in the dirt. He’s so warm, and he smells like fresh logs.

You reach up to kiss his chin. He beams down at you with pride.

“My Kit,” he says, effectively claiming you as his own. He kisses the tip of your nose.

“My Luffy,” you say, grinning almost as wide as him (though you don’t think that’d ever be possible). “My pirate captain,” you stroke his hair lovingly, and he leans into the touch.

“Your pirate king,” he corrects, and swoops down to claim your lips once again.

#dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #one piece #fox tales #luffy #luffy x you #luffy x oc #one piece oc #nico robin #monkey d. luffy #kitsune oc #kitsune

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smilerri · 1 year

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goncharov and the homeric epics

as a classics student I honestly consider this whole goncharov thing to be a kind of breakthrough. for DECADES even CENTURIES people have been debating how the homeric epics were composed orally and I can't help but think that this is it? a community of people encounter a single piece of inspiration, in the case of goncharov a knock off label and in case of homeric society memories of a far-off war, and from it they build something beyond the imagination of any single person. with too much plot to ever fit into a 2 hour movie or two printed books, all communicated by bursts of words, art, and music.

naturally there is the issue that tumblr and the internet as a whole is far more permanent and far-reaching than forms of communication in archaic greece, but I still think that this provides us a feasible answer to the homeric question (that is, who is homer? a single man who composed two epics? a group of people? or is it an abstract term used to help us comprehend a societal phenomenon wherein oral communication and performance has permitted such epics to come into existence? (in case u can't tell I think it's the last one)). tumblr was able to creat goncharov within a matter of days because of the speed and reach if online communication. the odyssey and the iliad, however, we have no specific start and end date for. rather, the period in which they may have been composed stretches from the late 8th to early 7th centuries BCE (Before Common/Current Era) - what's to say it wasn't in the process of composition that entire time? slowly, very slowly, word would have spread from person to person, each adding their own ideas, characters, and themes, until a plot began to emerge, over the course of many, many years. then came the bards, the performers, who pieces together these floating ideas until they had something cohesive, which they then performed at festivals or privately or wherever, and then their audience would add their own ideas - to put in into modern terms, "fanfiction" and "headcanons" would make excellent equivalents.

or maybe the artwork came first. vase paintings, graffiti; anything to act as an outlet to preserve just a few of these ideas that otherwise would disappear as human memory fades. goncharov has an advantage in that way, as posts online are more accessible and, to an extent, immortal, while the spoken word is quick to dissipate and material items are perishable. for as long as tumblr survives (which it's proven itself to be very good at), those fanarts and posts will remain preserved in their original condition.

I'm no expert on all things goncharov but I checked out the masterdoc for the basic plot and one thing that stood out to me was the "debated scenes" section, because that's some thing that always bothered me about the epics. what is translated of homer is mostly drawn from manuscripts dated to around the medieval period, many many years after the epics were supposedly composed - meaning that, as oral tradition began to lose its popularity, the epics were recorded physically, and in doing so lost their flexibility. I have no doubt that there are hundreds, even thousands of different versions of the homeric epics, whether those are complete narratives - like goncharov, with it's "directors cut" and "private screening" versions - or individual scenes and stories that slot into the (arguably shaky) narrative we currently have, just like goncharov. I truly hope that, unlike this, no one tries to permanently tie goncharov down into one "correct" narrative, because what makes this phenomena so great, and what makes the oral tradition so great, is precisely it's flexibility.

there is a beauty in ambiguity, that is only emphasised by our yearning to find the "truth". for homer's epics, that ambiguity has somewhat (not entirely!) been lost as people settled with the narrative we have been given as the "true" version, but for goncharov, which has essentially been plucked from the air rather than dug up from under thousands of years of history, ambiguity is its main allure and the reason it has gained so much popularity - people saw the potential in its ambiguity, picked it up and ran with it. and, all those thousands of years ago, an ancient people very well may have done the same.

I could go on to talk about thematic similarities because it makes me laugh how society continues it's tendency towards homoeroticism to the point that, when a microcosm of a global (though primarily english-speaking) community is given the chance to create an entirely new piece of media with so little prerequisite they immediately saturate it with homoerotic subtext and, in some of the "debated scenes" they just make it fully homosexual which I respect so much you people are geniuses and the ancient greeks would be proud (also the parallels between goncharov and andery and achilles and patroclus are THERE and you bet I'm going to talk about them. just not right now lol). but unfortunately I have many essays to write on this very topic that I have been ignoring! so enjoy this rant I hope it's not entirely unintelligible!!

#goncharov #gonchandrey #classics #homer's iliad #homer's odyssey #epic poetry #patrochilles #i discovered goncharov (1973) two days ago and if anything happened to it I'd kill everything in this room and then myself #literary analysis #i guess #excuse the messy tags im primarily a twitter user but i have many words and twitter dies not have enough characters #kinda wanna show this to my greek and roman narrative lecturer i think she'd like it #came back to tumblr specifically to talk about this im now going to disappear for another couple years

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hope-to-hell · 5 months

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Fulgurite Dreams, chapter four: Stones Along the Path

Adrian Toomes x Reader. A little smut. Things are coming to a head.

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(Hey, uh, Mr. T? What the fuck?

Listen, kid. I’ve seen you out there. And you could damn well use a second set of eyes.)

He’ll be okay. He will. He will. It’s just this moment to get through, this gasping wet red mist that catches on his lips and lashes, this not as bad as it looks. Promise.

That’s good, because you look like hell.

He’ll be okay with a few new scars that, given time, will catch on the furrows of his brow and be memorialized there. But tonight blood runs in rivulets down his face and he’s leaning back against the shower wall with his eyes shut tight;

Guess I’m not as fast as I used to be

his belly twitches beneath the spread of your fingers

and I know I said I was done with it all

and he shifts his feet

but it looks like it isn’t done with me.

and brings his hand up to cover yours.

It’s okay to worry about him, mind. He’s a tough sonuvabitch but he’s still just a man at the end of the day: a man who aches and bleeds, a man who’s gonna feel every scrape and bruise in the morning. It's okay if your words don’t come out right, if instead they manifest as a half-spoken can I just that hangs about your lips. He hears the meaning just the same. And what could be better now than his hand guiding yours around his cock, urging you to lean against him and so what if the angle’s off? You’ve got him here where the outside world can’t reach in, where it’s just you and him and the fading scent of copper.

Adrian—

Later, sweetheart. Now c’mere.

Dream about his eyes rolled back. Dream about all the many thoughts that spill like ribbons from his eyes, his mouth, his ears; he whispers none of this is real but all of it is true. He’s tangled in velvet and satin, throwing light in one moment and absorbing it the next. Wrap him in leather, in raw skin still slick with blood and fat. Hold him close, even as he slips through your fingers.

I worry.

I know.

He swallows a strange small sound, a pebble in a deep well; he breathes harshly wet and for a moment his body is unfathomably heavy, leaning on you with the weight of worlds. But his head tilts back to thump against the tile and when he opens his eyes they cut like knives through the shower’s haze.

What are you gonna tell him?

The truth, mostly.

(Kid.

Yeah?

I’m gonna tell you a story, and you’re gonna listen.)

Is it really a secret if they both know?

(For a while, we were enemies. I hope that’s changed.)

If they were both remade by this strange new world, does that mean they’re kin?

(You shouldn’t hunt alone.

I’m not— what’s happening? I don’t get it. )

He stands in the kitchen with a knife in his hand. It’s a warning and a wager: I’m willing to bet these stars can change. He stands and smiles and draws the line: this is where I kill you for your secrets, and this is where I let it go. In his mind’s eye, he flicks the blade and watches close for where it lands.

(Wind’s shifted.)

One for glory. Two for grace. Three for blood and four for bone. Five to fly and six to fall. Adrian throws the dice.

That’s how it is, honey. I don’t like it either but I have to see this through.

(You can’t fight the whole world, kid. What are you gonna do when you have to take a life?

Maybe I won't have to.

And if you do?)

Bone shards reach skyward through his empty eyes; he breathes dust and oil and fuck, don’t let this—he’s okay, he’s okay, it’s gonna be fine — oh Adrian, honey, what have you done?

Same thing I always do, sweetheart: ride the updraft. He whispers thick wet secrets in your ear. It’ll be alright.

(Besides. What would Liz say if I let you do this on your own? Let an old man be selfish. Don’t make me disappoint my little girl.)

I need to put this right. Damn kid thinks he can handle this, but it’s gonna take more than a few webs and some smartass comments. I don’t want him to carry that weight.

Once upon a time, a man walked away from a black-market empire. He took his wings and left his crew earthbound, hungering after that last big job that would’ve made all their dreams come true, that would’ve weighed down their pockets for the rest of their lives. But the thing is,

(It’s like riding a bike)

hunger has a way of driving men mad.

Time to go hunting.

#adrian toomes #toomes #Adrian toomes fic #adrian toomes x reader #Adrian toomes x you #spiderman mcu #spiderman mcu fic #spiderman homecoming #spiderman homecoming fic #fulgurite dreams

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whatamesswehavemade · 2 years

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Tattoos and Dates

Hi! It has been so long since I’ve written anything, so I decided to make a new blog and start over. For my first story here, it’ll be a little fluff piece, so don’t worry. (word count: 786)

Summary: Pretty short and tame, but Eddie Munson scores a date with you

No S4 vol2 spoilers.

Totally fluff, don’t worry!

Eddie Munson x Y/N

You were never a popular cheerleader, but also never a social outcast. You were just there–– always taking in everything that happens around you at Hawkins High. You always saw the fights on the front lawn, written secrets passed in classes, quick kisses exchanged in halls–– you knew all the gossip of the school without being the gossip.

Until Eddie Munson.

While closing your locker for the day, you heard a commotion from behind you. You turned and saw him with his friend across from you. He caught your eye for no particular reason. You had seen Eddie around school plenty of times, but this day, in particular, you couldn’t help but just, stare.

It was uncomfortably hot in Hawkins this day, so everyone was wearing as little clothing as socially acceptable. Eddie was wearing a ripped-up band muscle tee, showing off the tattoos on his arms and across the sides of his ribs. He talked loudly with a few friends from Hellfire, showing off his newest piece of art.

“Look at this baby!” he yelled, pulling his collar down.

His friends all gasped in amusement. “Did it hurt?” “That’s badass!” “Did you design it?” “Who did it?”

As they asked their questions, you stood on your tip-toes trying to get a better look from across the hall at his new tattoo. He caught you looking, not answering his friends. A devilish smile spread across his face as a bright blush ran across yours.

“You wanna see, Princess?” he called over to you. You stood there in your place, embarrassed you got caught for being a snoop. You had no reason to be nosey about Eddie, the two of you had never spoken–– only had classes together, but never actually interacted.

Eddie laughed and walked over to you. Grabbing his collar again, he showed you his new tattoo. You couldn’t really make it out due to becoming dizzy by his close proximity. He smelled of musk and vanilla with a hint of old cigarettes. You looked up into his brown eyes, seeing him smile down at you with a cocky smile.

He let go of his shirt, the tattoo disappearing. “Like what you see?” he said under his voice.

Clearing your throat, realizing it had gone dry, you laughed (mostly at yourself for your reaction). At this point, the only people staring are his friends from across the hall, whispering among themselves. You feel a rush of confidence. “Actually, yeah, I do.”

He looked taken aback for a moment by your sudden boost, then leans against the lockers next to you–– his body almost engulfing you–– looking pleased.

“You know what Y/N? I like what I see too,” he crosses his arms while his warm brown eyes explore you from head to toe, slowly.

You feel your blush start to come back. “Well, what’re we going to do with this information?”

“How about I take you on a date, Princess? I can pick you up tomorrow around 5. We can get dinner,” he flung his long curls behind his shoulder.

“That sounds––”

You’re cut off by Dustin Henderson, yelling and storming up to the two of you from across the hall. “No! We have our campaign tomorrow night at 5!”

Eddie’s face was wiped of all his smugness from your conversion, looking shocked that he would forget his Hellfire club; he’s never forgotten D&D and wouldn’t let anything get in the way of his campaigns. “Oh shit, you’re right Henderson,” he takes a quick look at you, “We can reschedule the campaign or––”

You couldn’t believe it. “Wait, what? Eddie Munson is rescheduling his D&D game? For me? Damn, you must really want to go out with me then,” you looked at the angry Dustin, “But don’t worry, I’m not letting him do that.” You look back at Eddie, who still looks shocked, even slightly angry–– probably with himself for forgetting his campaign or for Dustin for interrupting the back-and-forth between the two of you. “How about Sunday instead?”

He shook his head, coming out of his disorientated state, “Yeah, yeah… Sunday works. I’ll pick you up Sunday at 5 instead?”

You nodded, feeling shy suddenly. “Yea, I’ll see you Sunday, Eddie.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek and started walking away.

“Yeah… I’ll see you too Y/N!” his voice building up from behind you–– from shock to eagerness like a child. You turned your head to sneak a look at your upcoming date, who was jumping up and down while his friends cheered him on. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, though, as you walked away.

I guess you’ll be the ones exchanging quick kisses in halls now.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #fluff #writings #stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 2 years

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Hello Kitty Band-Aids~ // Dabi X Reader

Hi! I know what you're thinking, "LMAO Hello Kitty??? With Dabi??? Noooo, he's too badass for that!" Well, I'll have you know, only badasses roll with Hello Kitty! (≖ˇ3ˇ≖) Genuinely, this story started off with a whole different song as the inspiration, but it slowly shifted to this, and I could not be happier TBH! I CAME UP WITH AND WROTE THIS WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING PIECE IN ONE DAY. HOLY SHIT. I went absolutely bonkers for this. WOW, I guess I cannot contain the horniness I have for Dabi. I cannot believe how I came up with this, but I love how it turned out. I hope you enjoy reading! I am head-over-heels in love with stinky trash man Dabi (ᴖ◡ᴖ❀)💖

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Style of Story: Oneshot [Fluff!] // Originally, this was supposed to be an imagine. Short and sweet. Then it developed into this monstrosity because I can't control myself. Enjoy.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Excessive swearing (I'm talking so much LOL especially during the spoken lines), blood, wounds, threats (mostly made by Dabi and mostly empty), falling in love with a villain because Dabi is TOO HOT, etc.

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"Hello Kitty! Play with us today

We'll laugh and sing on this lovely sunny day

All your friends are waiting for you

Ready to run and play!"

The two of you "lovebirds" met on very strange terms; him running from the police, and you sitting at home, comfy on your couch. It was an otherwise peaceful night in the (Y/N) abode, when out of the god damn blue, this battered and bruised body comes crashing through your window one full moon night. You? Well, you were simply being a normal sane human being and watching a good movie on your night off, when this disaster occurred. The scream you bellowed rivaled that of a Banshee when he flew in, but he didn’t react the same. When this psycho's body hit the floor, he was knocked out cold. Even from all the way across the room on your safe couch, you could see the huge gash marks all across his body, as well as the spreading blood leaking through those marks and from his shirt. Though you didn't know of his affairs only minutes prior, he was most likely exhausted from running for so long with so much blood loss, found your place, and decided to crash (literally) there.

You stood off the couch and crept closer to his unconscious body, contemplating your options. You knew who he was. Who didn’t? He’d been all over the news with the recent events regarding his crimes against that pro-hero training high school, UA. His name didn’t immediately come to mind in the stress of the situation, but it didn’t matter. He was a villain. He was a bad man. You should kick him to the curb, or maybe straight to the police, and make sure he can never wreck your peaceful Saturday night ever again.

But…

He looked…awful. That's to say the least.

Blood dripped from his fresh wounds, scratches and gashes littered his flesh, staples that previously held his marred skin together had now popped out, making his skin stretch and droop. His hands were singed with burn marks, whether it was from his pursuers or from his own quirk, you weren't sure. Not to mention all the cuts and glass suck in his skin from the window he just burst through. And his face. His brows were scrunched up together even while he was asleep, he was in so much pain that he was unconsciously showing it. His mouth was pulled into a frown. Half-soft, half-burnt lips bruised and red with a sizable tear on his upper lip. And…well…damn, he has a strong jaw. Could cut metal with that thing.

WAIT, WHAT?! No no no no nooooo! Do not think that! He's not hot. He's not cute. You do not find a villain sexy. Shut up, brain.

Anyways, you wrestle with the idea for another minute until you glance at his blood seeping onto the floor and curse. Fuck! You're only renting this apartment, and you cannot afford to pay for the replacement of the hardwood flooring! Not in this god damn economy with your shitty landlord. So, for certainly no other reason than to keep his inky blood from soaking into the wood flooring (and definitely not because you felt a little bad for how bad of shape he was in, nor because he was just the slightest bit cute), you dragged his limp body into your bathroom to fix him up.

Now, you're no doctor, but you know some of the basics of healing people. You've slapped on your fair share of band-aids in your day. How much harder can sewing up lesions in skin be! Plus, YouTube is readily available!

Turns out, they're much harder to do properly than you gave credit for.

After a half hour or so, he was nearly put back together. Most of the blood he was profusely spewing earlier you'd either stopped from coming out or it had coagulated on its own. His minor scratches you covered up with gauze, though, you soon ran out and had to use the backup Hello Kitty band-aids to cover the rest. What? Hello Kitty is adorable! Your eight-year-old niece loves her, and it makes you smile at the fond memories they bring. One time about two years ago, she and her guardian came over to hang out for the day. She was being a cute kid and showing off to her "favorite adult" (a label you bragged, and still brag, about to her peeved guardian all the time) all the tricks she's learned on her scooter. She was doing great! Until she wasn't. She fumbled one of the moves and promptly fell to the ground, scraping her knee in the process. She wailed and cried, until you busted out one of the cute Hello Kitty band-aids, and made her day all better again! You'll never forget her beautiful, wide, gap-filled smile as she reiterated that you were her favorite person in the whole world.

Being reeled back to the present, you focused on the task at hand. The larger wounds on his body you tried your best to stitch together, and though they were a little wonky and crooked, you'd say you did a fine job. You cleaned all of his wounds with alcohol and other medicinal items to the best of your ability. Now, it was finally time to clean him up.

You'd previously hung up his coat after you'd settled him in the bathroom. You took the bloody shirt you'd stripped off him earlier to access the wounds on his chest (and you totally did not admire his chest or abs while you'd fixed up his body) and yours that was now covered in his blood, and threw them in the washer. You shimmed into a different clean shirt, and skated back to the bathroom. Running a washcloth under warm water, you bent down to clean his crusty face. Wiping down his face, you cleaned the soot and dirt off of him. You minded the piercings, staples, and burnt flesh of the lower half of his face and eyes as you went along. You stopped to gently dab his busted lip. You leaned back after a minute admiring your work, looking for any other specs of dirt or debris, and decided he was all set. You wanted to leave him there to rest, both because you didn't want to move him too much too soon and because he was heavy as shit, even though he was as thin as a toothpick. But as you thought about it more, you realized leaving a highly dangerous villain unsupervised in a place he doesn't know where he could easily get the upper hand and attack you wasn't the best decision. So, reluctantly, you dragged him back to the living room and plopped his deadweight body down onto your couch.

Looking at the mess he made to your window and to the floor when he busted his way in, you sighed. Guess there's still more work to be done.

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Dabi blearily awoke to the sounds of metal gentle clanking together, and the smell of something absolutely delicious invading his senses. Maybe it was just because he was famished because, if he remembers correctly, the League's cooking never smelled quite as good as whatever was wafting in the air. Wait, correction, they've never cooked shit since he's been a part of the group. Hell, he doesn't think any of them actually know how to cook without burning the place to the ground (himself included).

So, who the hell- where the hell- ugh, fuck it. His brain's too scattered to form questions.

He groaned as he sat up to investigate. His head felt like shit. His body felt like shit. He couldn't focus. Fuck, maybe he got a concussion. Just add it to the list of his issues. He swears when he finds those god damn heroes and police, he's gonna tear them apart limb by-

"Oh, look at that, Sleeping Beauty's awake. 'Bout time."

He nearly jumps out of his stapled skin at the gentle voice coming from across the room. With wide eyes and palms raised to blast scorching fire at any moment, he looks at you. You're just as wide eyed as he is, staring him down from what seemed to be your kitchen. So, the divine smell was coming from your cooking.

He looked you up and down, deeming you not a threat by the lack of any weapon or notable powerful quirk aimed at him. You didn't seem to be a cop either. He broke eye contact with you to look around. Painted walls, nice flooring, pictures and paintings scattered around the place, good view of the city outside. He's in your house.

Interesting. That answers one of his questions; where he is.

Now to find out who the fuck are you, and how stupid you are to have not turned him over to the authorities.

He looks back at you, not saying a word as he stares into your eyes. You fidget under his gaze. Okay, skittish. Nervous. Probably not a hero, nor are you probably gonna put up a big fight against him.

"Um...hi? The name’s (Y/N)…,” you mumble, subtly urging him to return the favor of giving a name. Though, the asshole doesn't respond, only continuing to stare with a blank expression.

"Okaaaay...well, nice meeting you too. Thanks for bursting through my window earlier." you roll your eyes, but get back to focusing on the meal you were cooking. Ah. He forgot about that. He looked towards the window that he obviously smashed through, seeing as it was the only broken one of the group. He glanced at the majorly clean floor directly below it, aside from the large red stain left of the ground. Whoops. Well, that's not his problem.

His eyes drifted further, back to his body. He realized he was laying on something plush, bouncy. Your couch. It's...nice. Nice to feel like he got a good rest. As good of rest as you could get with your body fucked up and half dead even before the chase from earlier. Much nicer than the ratty bed at the hideout. He noticed then the blanket bunched up on his lap. Due to the way it was clumped, it must have been lying up on his chest before he sat up. You tucked him in with it while he was unconscious. Fuzzy, soft. Huh.

Finally, he looked at his body. Looking past the old burns, it was covered in gauze and stitches. Nothing looked professional, everything was sloppily wrapped and jaggedly sewn. He imagined he looked like a kindergartener's art project with the way he was crappily put together. Nonetheless, something pink and glittery caught his eye.

A band-aid. Wait, no. A whole arsenal of band-aids. All themed in...

Hello Kitty.

There were currently more Hello Kitty band-aids on his body than whatever was left of his normal skin.

He looked back at you with a dead-pan expression.

"Really? Hello Kitty???" were the first words he spoke.

"Ah, so he can speak," you smiled to yourself, "And, yes. Hello Kitty. Got a problem with her?"

"Nah," he scoffed, twisting his arms around to see more and more of the cheerful cat, "she just doesn't really fit my style, 'is all."

"Hm, that's good. 'Cause I was gonna throw hands if you disrespected her." you joked, stirring whatever you were cooking in the pot. He huffed out a tiny laugh at your words.

While he sat calmly on the couch as if he owned this whole goddamn apartment complex, inspecting himself, you were not so calm on the other hand. HOLY SHIT. A VILLAIN IS CURRENTLY IN YOUR HOUSE AND IS MAKING SMALL TALK WITH YOU! While you were still quaking in your fuzzy night slippers, you tried to look on the bright side. At least he didn't immediately burn you to a pile of ash when he woke up like you half expected him to do.

"There's some painkillers on the nightstand next to you. I'd advise you to take them if you want to relieve the pain from your wounds a little bit. Or I think I have some antibiotic ointment somewhere around here that you can rub on them, if you'd prefer." you called to him as you spun around the stove and oven. He saw a few of the pills sitting patiently there, as well as the glass of water you'd left for him. Hm. What a dutiful nurse. He took the pills, tossed them back into his mouth, grabbed the water, and swigged it.

It was then he realized that he was both shirtless and coatless.

He looked back at the nightstand and noticed that his shirt, now stunningly clean with not a splotch of blood to be found, was folded neat and proper right there. As if it was waiting for him. Dabi looked around for his jacket, seeing it hanging up on the coat rack by your front door. A devious remark formed on his tongue as a wicked grin settled on his stupidly handsome face.

"Wow, sweetheart~," he began, slowly standing up so as to not open any of the stitching you'd so carefully given him, "using a poor, helpless man down on his luck in his sleep is really beneath you. I was starting to think you were a better person than that~," he teased, watching your eyes grow wide and your mouth open and close like a gasping fish, trying to find words that escaped you. Cute.

"Oh- shut up, you," you felt an embarrassed heat rise to your face even though the words that swiftly shot out of your mouth reeked of confidence, "I-I...I only took off your clothes to reach your injuries!"

"Uh-huh, suuuuure~," he prodded further, sliding on his coat, and moving back to the couch to rest, "and I wasn't bleeding out on your floor a bit ago." You huffed in defeat, not wanting to battle him on a rumor you knew he knew wasn't true.

"Speaking of which," he grunted as he sat down, "how long's it been since I oh-so gracefully entered your home?"

"Only a few hours. Three, or so." you answered. His response was simply a groan of acknowledgement. The conversation died for a minute, until you continued.

"Sorry I don't have any staples to replace the ones you lost. If I had some, I would have tried to construct you back together, Frankenstein's Monster. Though, I'd doubt you'd want me to put them in for you anyways." you piped up.

He side-eyed you and said in a monotone voice, "Oh, I get it. Ha ha. Very funny. Haven't heard that one before," he sassed. He continued, this time with a tone of sincerity, "S fine. I lose these fuckers all the time. Got more back at my place," he ended it there. You chose to follow his lead. Silence filled the room yet again, nothing but the clanking of the pots and pans filling the thick air.

In those few minutes you had to think, you came to a conclusion. As charming of company as he is, he can't stay here. It's too risky. Too risky for your safety, too risky for the other tenants, and too risky for the building. If someone other than you saw him flouncing around your apartment like he comes over every other day, things would not end well for either of you. You're a good person, and you don't want society to deem you a bad one just because you helped someone who was shunned by the masses. It's not right, but sadly, it's the way that it is.

"You eat. Then, you're gone." you decided to finally cut the stale tension. You held your breath, waiting for his response.

"Damn, kicking me out so soon? And here I thought we were having a good heart-to-heart," he shifted his body on the couch to face you, donning a crooked smirk on his face. Oh. A smirk. A smirk is better than anger, or, even worse, indifference. At least you know you're entertaining the criminal rather than pissing him off.

"Hey, you can't blame me," you turned to face him with your arms crossed, "I don't want the cops hanging around here. Who knows what would happen if someone figured out I helped and housed a...less than savory individual." You chose to mutter that last part to yourself under your breath. You might think he's okay so far, but many others in higher positions of power than yourself would disagree.

"So, you know." He stood from the couch. It startled you; the way he could switch his emotions from 0-100 in milliseconds. One minute ago, you two were laughing about a stupid printed band-aid, and now you're scared you pushed too many buttons too quickly.

Your hands shook, and you dropped the cooking utensil in your hand, "K...Know what?" He snaked across the room with no hesitation or issue, like the spacious distance he covered so quickly was nothing to him. You wanted to not back down, to not show any fear like him, but it was impossible with this large of a threat coming so close to you. You inched back as he breached the kitchen.

At that moment when he stood like an impenetrable wall directly in front of you, when he lowered his face to look directly in your eyes, when his own lips were only a few inches from your trembling ones; his name finally came to mind

Dabi.

"You know I'm a villain...," Dabi finally whispered. His breath was laced with the overwhelming scent of cigarette smoke and some kind of strong whiskey. A combo that wasn't exactly pleasant like fresh roses, but who needs roses when it shook you down to your core (scared horny). BUT GOD DAMMIT, THAT SHOULDN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW!!! Why is it that even when you're stuck in this very vulnerable position with this highly dangerous criminal, you can't get your mind out of the filthy gutter?!?!?!

"Y...Yes?" you wanted your words to be strong and unwavering, impress Dabi with your bravery, but they were meek and hooked up at the end to form a question more than anything.

"So," he suddenly wrapped his powerful arm around your waist and walked you back to the nearest wall. You yelped at the intrusion of your space, and again when his other arm caged you into the space as he leaned his hand against the wall, "why?"

"Why what?!" you squeak out to him, lightly pushing your hands against his hard chest in an extremely weak effort to get him to back off. Please move away, powerful and sexy man, before you melted into a puddle of goo and made a fool of yourself.

"Why would a sweet, innocent civilian help the big, bad villain?" he finished. You were stumped at his question as you too had been debating it in your head for the last few hours. Why? Why did you heal him? Why did you give him shelter? Why did you protect his whereabouts from the police and heroes? Why were you cooking him food!? WHY?!

You took a deep breath, shook off whatever nerves you could as fast as you could, and looked him dead in the eye, "I saved you because I saw not a villain, not a wanted man, but a person bleeding out on my floor. A person in need of help. If I didn't help you, how could I call myself a decent person after idly standing by as someone dies on my watch?"

Saved. That word caught Dabi's eye. You think you didn't just help him, rather, you saved his life.

Hm.

Oh, this could be fun~!

After letting your words have a chance to hang in the air for a moment, Dabi's face curled up into a sinister grin. Which made yours instantly fall. Shit. You fucked up. He didn't like your answer. You're screwed. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, Hello Kitty. It was nice to see your happy face before burning to death.

"I see, little hero~," he teased, leaning back and taking a step away from you. He was still cornering you, but he'd at least given you some space to breathe properly. You took a few more shaky breaths to calm your nerves, not fully dropping your guard in case he was simply torturing his prey before enacting the kill.

"How brave of you to care for the dastardly villain. Heh." Dabi chuckled to himself. He turned around, and sauntered off to the living room. You didn't pursue him, you couldn't even if you wanted to with how similar to Jell-O your legs were as they had begun to wobble. As to not fall flat onto your face, you slid down the wall, and planted your butt onto the ground. Dabi fixed his coat, and stalked off to the broken window.

As he bent his leg up and took one step out of the window, he looked back at you. He looked ethereal, practically glowing in the moon's beams that shined through the city. His turquoise eyes bore into your soul, as if marking it with their own special burn as a parting gift. You couldn't forget those eyes, not after seeing the hope in them. How extravagantly his emotions swirled in them.

He spoke in a rumbling voice, "Not gonna say goodbye because this isn't one. You're something. Definitely something. I like things that catch my eye. And you...you certainly have. But be wary of who you expend that kind heart of yours to. I went easy on you this time, but there are plenty of people in my line of work who aren't willing to give civilians like you a chance. Can't have my newest interest be clipped so soon~," he smirked at you.

"See you later, little hero," Dabi called.

Before he could climb fully out of the window and off to who the hell knows where, you found your words and snarkily yelled, "You're welcome anytime, Dabi! Though, maybe next time don't come barreling in and breaking stuff. The front door works just fine. If you hurt yourself, I'll just have to stick more cute band-aids on you!"

He paused at the name drop, looking back at you with shock. But the shock quickly faded as a grin took its place. He let out a genuine laugh this time. One that made your heart flutter.

"I'll think about it, (Y/N)~," he winked. And with that, he turned around and sped off on the fire escape.

You watched the window, heart still jumping in your throat at his words. You eventually let out a small sigh, "Bonding with a villain over Hello Kitty band-aids...what exactly has my life come to?" You continued to mindlessly stare at where the dashing man had so quickly entered and left your life. Slowly, your mind became less foggy, and you only now noticed a pile of something on the ground. It lay near the spot on the couch where Dabi sat not long ago. Curious, you walked over to it. Bending your knees, you grab one of the items, and throw your head back in frustration.

A small pile of Hello Kitty band-aids had been dumped unceremoniously on the rug.

You growled, "Pussy. How wasteful! I put them on so carefully too...oh, well, I guess." you scooped up the pile and waltzed over to the trash can in your kitchen.

"Sorry, Hello Kitty," you apologized to the inanimate objects as you threw them in the trash, "he's just not used to the 'bad bitch' lifestyle."

You looked over at the abandoned food on the stove. Black curling smoke was rising from all of the pots and from the stove, an image that made your vocabulary lit up with curses, "GOD DAMN FUCKING HELL!!!!! DABI, YOU SLEEZY FUCK!!! YOU MADE ME BURN MY FUCKING FOOD!"

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A few floors above your apartment, Dabi sat idly on the rooftop. He gazed wordlessly upon the colorful city, smoking a cigarette placed between two of his fingers. Though, the stick was harder to grip than normal due to a lone Hello Kitty band-aid clinging to his pointer finger. Noticing the cutesy wrapping, he scoffed.

Snuffing out the cigarette, Dabi brought his finger closer and twisted it around, watching it glitter in the moonlight. He moved to rip it off, wanting for it to fall the same fate as the countless others he'd removed in your apartment, but something stopped him. He brushed his opposite hand's thumb against the protective paper as if he was mesmerized. It made him think of your touch, your laugh, your smile. How you had so much care to give to the world that you would spend your time saving a ruthless bum like him from Death's doorstep. You're too good for this lousy, undeserving world.

He thinks back to the ideology of Stain, the blueprint he follows so closely in his methods of destruction. In his master's very own description, your traits all point to that of a true hero. One of the rare few this world truly has left. Someone who does things not just for their own benefit, not for money, not for fame, but because they genuinely want to help others. They genuinely want to help this world thrive. Too bad you were a nobody civilian. And too bad he was a...

"Tch," he shook his head at his own disgustingly mushy thought. Sappy bullshit. Damn, what the hell had you done to him? Maybe that was your quirk. Effect his emotions and shit like that. However you managed to dig those up out of their graves, he'll never know. But even he has to admit, it felt...sorta...good to be cared for.

"Guess the nickname fits you after all, little hero~," he mumbled to himself and the moon.

He knows he shouldn’t be so weak for a nobody who he met completely by accident only a few hours ago. He’s got goals, goals that mean more than risking it all for some dumbass who saved his skin once. But he forgot what real kindness felt like after living so long in a world of darkness and constant backstabbing chaos. He missed those conversations. He missed the days in the sun. He missed being treated like a person and not like a weapon or a maniac. He missed...ugh, whatever.

Whenever the soonest date he can see you again comes, he'll be there.

"Hello hello kitty! Hello dear friend

Your smile's pretty like a flower that's in bloom

Love is in your heart and things are happy too

Hello hello kitty! Play with us today!"

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Well, damn. (ﾟ Дﾟ ;) This ended up much longer than I intended it to be! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡ BUT OH WELL, I GUESS! Hope you enjoyed my filthy brain ideas!

Song: "Hello Kitty and Friends - Intro Theme" // Lyrics found on: Theme Song

{I did not make Hello Kitty, nor do I own her. I did not make this song, nor do I take credit for it. These items listed belong to the original creators.}

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autumnwyvern · 2 years

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some splatoon hc stuff ive been thinkin bout for a while. no direct spoilers for 3's story modes but I do reference stuff from the sunken scrolls/alterna logs in broad strokes

the octarian and inkling languages developed separately during the early phases of the Mollusk Era (as did the jellyfish language and presumably other species having their own languages as well but those are the only ones ever talked about so??) even in the early phases of civilization inklings were greater in population and spread so their language ended up being the go-to to learn for most other creatures. While a majority of the cephalofolk moved over into inkadia some still stayed behind in the splatlands (like shiver and frye's families which go back 4 or 5 generations based on whose family in the sunken scroll you are looking at) and formed splatsville. Inkling is still the main language in splatsville, but the dialect does have a bit more of an octarian sound to some of the pronunciations and involves more loan words and turns of phrase. Octarian is still spoken and can even be learned in school by inklings if they wish, though some view its kept around mostly as adherence to tradition and is a bit old fashioned. In inkadia since the octolings were underground and isolated for 100 years the dialect can be a bit odd but not difficult for splatlandian octolings to understand. For inklings a splatlandian accent vs an inkadian accent is seen culturally similar to someone being from the country or the city. Due to the harsh climate and, for many years, lack of easy travel between the splatlands and inkadia the people of Splatsville remained pretty out of the loop with what was going on in the next country over. The Great Turf war is known about but only in broad strokes and the fact that octolings were forced underground and lived in an extremely militarized society was completely unknown to them until inkadian octolings started making their way over and the culture shock that ensued.

#splatoon #splatoon 3

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「Hello,world!」 POTY- Pt. 2

Wassup people,

So I forgot about this darn thing again. I was expecting to. My mind is usually racing with a bunch of different, random, complicated thoughts. So I knew we weren’t going to be consistent. Anyways I wanted to make sure I do my POTY 2. Another person who stood out to me and make me realize a lot about myself. A woman I worked with at work which we’ll call C.

C was a very complicated relationship I had. By relationship I mean platonic but it brought things out of me. 1st, I knew of her already when she first began to work with me. She was a friend of my brothers so that became the quick, easy common thing we had. Which is great for me because I’m not the type to rush over to new people. I wait for a genuine interaction to arise as we’re mostly busy. So our friendship happened naturally. I knew I would like her because my brother did and I take my brother’s stamp of approval. The problem is that I began to feel things towards her. Now I’m a very introspective person so when I started feeling these things I wanted to make sure I didn’t have bad intentions. I had to be careful because she was friends with my brother and I didn’t want to set a bad vibe. But everything was very playful and chill for the most part. I ultimately decided that even if I did like her it probably wouldn’t be a great idea because of the dynamic.

Do we continued talking at work. We hung out once with another work friend who I was mildly attracted to, which ended with me in the hospital. But that’s a story for another time. I enjoyed talking and hanging out with C. A while after the hang out we started to stay behind after work and talk in our cars for hours (We would alternate cars). It was honestly one of the best times I’ve had with a friend. Our first time hang out just us two was due to a workplace drama that she was involved in. We ate and talked about it. The first time we hung out in the cars was way after that.

We had nice conversations. She would lead most because I’m more of a listener and enjoyed hearing about her life which, compared to me, was more interesting. She told me of how something’s she’s been through have affected her thoughts of relationships and people, to which I agreed with some and combated others. It was during these times my feeling began to rise. I felt she deserved to go through good memories and be treated right, and that maybe I could be that for her. But the thoughts of ruining a friendship, and whether or not she even like me stopped me from advancing. Our talks had me confused of if she was ready to be with someone or if she even found me attractive. I had given her hints on how I viewed her but feel I was too soft with it. Maybe if I had been more aggressive in my words. I always aim to not offend women so I stick to words like cute/pretty/beautiful, rather than hot/sexy/etc.

I always feel cautious with people I work with too because I know they will spread info to other and don’t want it to be talked about. I prefer to keep that stuff private between the two parties, but the world doesn’t agree with me at times. Anyways I’ve gotten distracted. My feeling and my thoughts had me confused. Then a moment happened that changed it. C was talking about altering her body and when she did she showed me.

I was thrown off guard on a random ass day. I was pleased, of course but confused. She had spoken of lot being ready. I complimented her and let it pass on. After that day I thought about it a lot but the more I thought about it the more my brain was fogged. So much evidence on both side. Then there’s the work aspect. I also didn’t know what her intentions were. I wished for an easier tell.

I never got it. Had a few more car meetings. Hanging out, getting ice cream, telling each other really personal things. I felt we were very close. I had these feelings and thought in my brain every time we met up but didn’t act because I didn’t want to assume anything. Soon she would change her schedule and be unable to hand after work. She is a very hardworking person, which I admired. This made her very stressed, which I tried to combat. Now she’s seeing someone. I never got confirmation. If she was trying to tell me something or if her showing me what she did was just a normal thing she was showing a good friend.

Im not writing this angry or in a sad manner. These times, when we talked in our cars, were some of my favorite nights. Away from my home, my problems. I felt calm. Being with someone I cared about. I hope she continues to go at her dreams. I hope she’s found that person she was looking for, though a small part wishes she’d be with me first. Although I didnt “get” any, I leaned much about myself.

I learned how to categorize my feelings. How I really feel about people. I learned that I have a lot of self control, introspection, compassion, and empathy. However I also learned not to be ashamed of my thoughts or feelings and that it was natural. I learned that I’m not a bad person for how I feel, and i shouldn’t hide my feelings. Whether a good or bad outcome, I should have given myself the clear answer I wanted/needed. As I move forward I will try my best to be clear about all my feelings and intentions with people. As I think everyone else should be too.

Thank you for reading

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princeofgod-2021 · 3 months

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LIGHT OF LIFE 457

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 22: KEEP YOUR RECORDS IN ORDER 4

Isa 30:8 Now go, WRITE IT DOWN ON A TABLET IN THEIR PRESENCE, INSCRIBE IT ON A SCROLL, so that it might be PRESERVED FOR A FUTURE TIME AS AN ENDURING WITNESS. NET

STEP BY STEP RECORDING

It must have occurred to you that Genesis 2 was [partly] a recorded detail of the major things that God had created in Chapter 1. it was a matter of a Record explaining another Record.

Gen 2:4 This is the story about the creation of the sky and the earth. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THE LORD GOD MADE THE EARTH AND THE SKY. ERV

There were detailed records of activities of God’s appointed Prophets.

Mat 11:13 All the Books of the Prophets and the Law of Moses TOLD WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN UP TO THE TIME OF JOHN. CEV

Those were records of Prophetic detailing with such accuracy as is uncommon with Men’s works.

John the Baptist was mentioned by Malachi, the last Prophet 400 yrs before his time.

Mal 4:5-6 See, I AM SENDING YOU ELIJAH THE PROPHET BEFORE THE DAY OF THE LORD COMES, that great day, greatly to be feared. And by him the hearts of fathers will be turned to their children, and the hearts of children to their fathers; for fear that I may come and put the earth under a curse. BBE

Coincidentally, right before that scripture, the first major Prophet: Moses was mentioned too, linking the records of the First Prophet with the last one before Jesus.

Beautiful, right?

Mal 4:4 "REMEMBER THE TEACHINGS OF MY SERVANT MOSES, THE LAWS AND COMMANDS WHICH I GAVE HIM at Mount Sinai for all the people of Israel to obey. GNB

There were thence records of events to happen in the last days of Human Times.

Rev 1:1 THIS BOOK IS THE RECORD OF THE EVENTS THAT JESUS CHRIST REVEALED. God gave him this revelation in order TO SHOW TO HIS SERVANTS WHAT MUST HAPPEN VERY SOON. Christ made these things known to his servant John by sending his angel to him, GNB

There were the books of Kings, confirmed and corroborated by the Book of Chronicles (Times), which perfectly set the list of successful events and times in detailed ORDER.

1Ki 14:29 The rest of the events of Rehoboam’s reign, including his accomplishments, ARE RECORDED IN THE SCROLL CALLED THE ANNALS OF THE KINGS OF JUDAH. NET

Now the activities of our Lord Jesus, the King of Kings, had 4 records, which corroborated each other and mostly confirmed the Works of Emmanuel; God dwelling amongst Men.

Joh 1:14-15 THE WORD BECAME A HUMAN BEING AND LIVED HERE WITH US. WE SAW HIS TRUE GLORY, the glory of the only Son of the Father. From him all the kindness and all the truth of God have come down to us. John spoke about him and shouted, "This is the one I told you would come! He is greater than I am, because he was alive before I was born." CEV

Lastly, we all know that all the Records kept on Earth are also [even better] kept in Heaven.

Rev 20:12 And I saw the dead, great and small, taking their places before the high seat; AND THE BOOKS WERE OPEN, AND ANOTHER BOOK WAS OPEN, WHICH IS THE BOOK OF LIFE; and the dead were JUDGED BY THE THINGS WHICH WERE IN THE BOOKS, EVEN BY THEIR WORKS. BBE

There are record of evil that Men would rather have disappear forever; Incriminating videos that Men would have killed to destroy.

Billions of substantial evidence erased yearly, but they are all kept very intact in God’s annals of the Works of Men.

Mat 12:36-37 You can be sure of this: when the day of judgment comes, EVERYONE WILL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR EVERY CARELESS WORD HE HAS SPOKEN. YOUR VERY WORDS WILL BE USED AS EVIDENCE AGAINST YOU, and your words will declare you either innocent or guilty.” TPT

I hope you know that God doesn’t really need to keep these records; He knows our every thought and feeling, hidden from all other men.

Rom 2:16 This happens as they face the day when God, through Christ Jesus, will judge people's secret thoughts. He will use the Good News that I am spreading to make that judgment. GW

May God help us keep our Records straight and without blemish, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Monday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Friday, January 12, 2023

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chibimyumi · 3 years

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Undertaker deceived many nobles in order to achieve his goal and killed many of them too (Ryan Stocker and the nobles who supported the music hall), so do you think that at some point these deceived Nobles will turn against Undertaker and try to get rid of him?

Dear Anon,

I really don’t think anyone of the Music Hall visitors/supporters will turn against Undertaker, because none of them would have a clue who Undertaker is. To the best of the public’s knowledge, the one responsible for this drama is the impostor twin of the rightful Earl Phantomhive.

Far before anyone would think of Undertaker or even O!Ciel, it’d be Blavat who’d pop up into people’s minds. He’s the one who’s been “performing miracles” and showing his face. He’d be the first one people would hold accountable. That’s just how humans work, sadly. Humans like contained, obvious things to blame; they hate complicated, multi-faceted explanations. The current pandemic for example, really, really reveals how the human mind works... or rather doesn’t work.... >.>

“Charlatan collects fame for future unknown dark-lord agenda gone out of hand” is a MUCH more attractive story to the common people than the incomprehensible truth.

#Music Hall #Blavat #Also consider illiteracy at the time #Stories were mostly spread by spoken word #if the story is too complicated the story won't pass well #so it won't resonate well

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Hii, can you do (for Box of Memories) Technoblade giving you a bell? LMAO

(Also "Box of Memories" is so creative, props to you mah friend :D)

Ohhhhh here it is, anon! Now I know what you're dropping, and you know that I know that I'm picking it up BUT somehow this ended up in the opposite direction HAHAHHA thank you for the kind words, and I hope you enjoy what I got for ya!

Box of Memories

Bell of Harmonia

minecraft:bell // Given by Technoblade // With you, at all times

It was widely believed that all Gods, merciful and not, are prone to blessing the mortals they favored plentiful gifts.

From promises of resources to powerful gifts that may never be found anywhere else, mortals love to tell the tales of these heavenly blessings. And once there was a tale of a God feared by those in the mortal and immortal plane, who seldom sends gifts, blessed one mortal with a golden bell.

Of how the Blood God, Technoblade, gifted you the golden bell of the fabled myths.

It was a mystery how this folklore ever existed but it was a story so tantalizing that everyone believed it so eagerly.

Because of the very short story, most of the theories about the bell and the receiving mortal are just that. Theories. Speculations that spread like wildfire across the continent, versions upon versions made and popularized of the tale that was spoken by a now dead man.

There were hundreds of versions, but two of them are the most well-known to the point that it was known all over the world.

"It is a bell of infinite riches! As a lasting gift to the Blade's mortal lover!"

The Blood God, for being the idol of warriors and trampler of kingdoms, had always been associated with the green gemstone. Always known to be overflowing with emeralds even in a time of depression, when he is around, the lucky seller he graces his presence with always ends up with more fortune they've ever had in their life.

Those who had seen the gifted mortal had always noted the abundance of green riches. Able to spend entire stacks of emeralds without much care, those who desire to sell their goods always flock towards them with all their wares. Sometimes on a good day, the mortal would give away some of them for free.

A different party speculates in retort, "Would it not make sense for the riches to be of gold instead? It is a golden bell after all, and the Blade's origins had always been a gold trader." This branch of that tale was mostly believed by Nether adventurers. Those who pray to the Blood God for Piglin Gold.

The other well-known version doesn't bode well, however, as while the Blood God's resourcefulness was the spotlight of the former tale, well - "The bell is a premonition of death! The mortal must be the bell keeper that starts the bloodshed, for there were always a massacre every time that bell was heard."

It was a footnote in the story of the gift that many people omit, but it was said that the place where the now-deceased random passerby saw the gifting of the bell, there were traces of blood everywhere. And it had been consistent to the other 'sightings' of when the bell was used.

Not one soul had ever really seen the actual bell besides the one who spread the tale, and the details were never expounded on as he had died the next day. But it is a golden bell, and it is loud.

Like a horn that calls the war's horde, its ringing reaches far beyond. Those who are lucky enough to be alive after hearing the ringing of the bell, and brave (stupid) enough to try and locate the sound, always noted traces of blood and slaughter in the area. May it be those of mortal men or of the undead dwellers of the night.

Bells had become such a premonition of death and war that those who have heard of the story started developing fears of the sound of them.

Paranoid towns started removing their bells, some worse cases even banning them altogether. Devious pranksters would ring bells just to cause mass hysteria, those that get caught are punished or locked up for a long time. And during wars, sadistic warriors ring the biggest bell they can bring and ring it before committing the very same bloodbath from the tales.

But at the end of the day, no matter how talked about these versions are, no soul has ever had the answer to these speculations. It was all entertainment entertaining a deranged man that had died the day after his outburst, skeptics might even say that the whole thing was never even true to begin with.

The skeptics, the paranoids, the fanatics; although with differing sides had at least came to a unified conclusion: "A mortal should never possess the golden bell, whatever power it may have."

Groups and individuals that take the tale too seriously had made it their mission to hunt down the mortal and destroy/retrieve the golden bell once and for all. Numerous expeditions following whatever lead may point towards the bell, no stone left unturned. And yet despite all their efforts...

"You know you're cornered, there's nowhere to run! Just hand over the bell and we'll make sure to kill you quickly."

You couldn't help but let out a vicious snarl, almost scoffing at the way the harmless noise made some of the hunters step back cautiously despite your trembling grip on your blade. This time there really was too many of them.

But how? You made sure to only use the bell whenever you're completely alone and hidden, even limiting your use of it that it felt like it's rusting from being stocked away. So where did you go wrong?

"There's no getting out of this, no matter how hard you think, you know!" The leader stepped forward impatiently, noticing your prolonged silence and deciphering it as calculating. They were so close, they could be the ones taking home the gift of the god and be set their whole lives.

Your arms tensed and raised in a futile effort to protect yourself if they were to strike, stance low to minimize the places they can hit. Just like what Techno taught you. "Please, I don't want to hurt you. You don't have to do this." There's too many lives on the line here. Yet they don't know the grave they've dug as they all laughed.

"You're shaking, and there's hundreds of us here to shoot you the moment you run. You really think you can fight us like that?"

"No," you hesitantly reached into your bag, "but he can." The shiny surface bounces the blinding light from the snow around you.

"Is that -"

"It's smaller than I thought -"

The handbell's ring echoes through the ears of everyone in the forest so loudly that its sound continues despite only ringing it once. The real world silences itself in a single second -

before a harsh blizzard wind blows everyone away, you managing to stand your ground from the familiarity of the situation, before a heavy hand on your shoulder almost topples you. "I'm here, what do you need?"

Your sigh was a mix of guilt and relief, but the gentle squeeze by the very hand that blessed you coaxed the words out of throat. "Try not to kill all of them, Techno."

"No promises. They're the ones who chose to disturb the concord, after all." And the sound of a sword unsheathing was the last thing the hunters heard.

The red forest of pulse-less mortals feeds onto the tales, and the truth of the golden bell of the gifted mortal remains the way it should be, hidden and never known.

#mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #technoblade x reader #gender neutral reader #mcyt fanfiction #mine:emerald #mine:gold #box of memories

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blackwidow-bby · 2 years

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Bedroom Eyes - collared!Sevika x Femdom!Reader

Summary: Sevika comes in for regular sessions but she leaves with a little something extra.

A/N: This ended up being a little longer than I thought. I really indulged myself with shameless s*x and emotions. I can't help it, I love to pine. This was not proofread so all mistakes are my own. xoxo Ravioli <3

Warnings: smut 18+, collaring, leash tugging, shoe worship, leg worship, strap on use, reader only goes by 'Mistress', slight pup/pet play, language, slight angst with a happy ending

PS: Some of the titles of my fics are names of songs I associate the story with. This one is Bedroom Eyes by the Dum Dum Girls if you want to give it a listen <3

Minors do NOT interact

*Knock knock*

You'd be lying if you said you weren't anticipating your session with a certain brute force woman.

Sevika had been coming to you for months now. You weren't like the other girls that worked at Babette's. You took on a much different interest once you got comfortable and acquired the type of clientele that fit your 'talents'.

Never really been one to take any lip, playing nice and submitting felt like a waste to what you were truly capable of in your line of work. Word spread about you being one of the top Domme's at the brothel, which eventually brought in more customers seeking your services. All of them paid very handsomely as well. Especially Sevika.

You turned to meet the tall woman at the entryway. A smile made its way to your face when you noticed how meek she looked waiting for you to acknowledge her. Even though her stance stayed strong and tall, her back was stiff, eyes didn't come up to meet yours, and her hands fiddled at her sides.

Your head tilted to the side, "Always on time aren't you...Puppy?" The way the pet name left your lips flicked a switch inside the brunette. She wasn't in the head space yet, but she sure as hell was about to be. Sevika felt a tingle in the back of her head as that word wormed its way through her ear and twisted itself deep in the back of her mind.

"Don't get all shy on me now, pet. You can speak." You said to mostly reassure the woman. You wanted her to submit, not be afraid of her time here.

"My apologies, I'd never be late for you, Mistress." Just like your pet name for the taller woman affected her, the honorific she spoke back affected you. A title that already built you up but when spoken from her felt like it was laced in praise and gold.

"You certainly never are. Come in, make yourself comfortable while I grab some things." You gave Sevika a comforting smile before walking away to a dresser. The brunette slowly paced up to a couch with a long coffee table in front. On the table laid a crystal glass cup, a pack of smokes that Sevika mentioned she liked in passing that come from the Topside, and a bottle of stout whiskey.

Sevika grabbed the bottle and poured herself a heavy shot, admiring the small gesture and shuffles coming from the other side of the room. Hearing you move about but not being able to see what you were doing made the hair on the back of her neck stand in anticipation. She always looked forward to these sessions.

Sevika sprawled out on the couch a little more hoping to ease some of her nerves. Metal arm resting on the back of the head rest with her organic hand and glass resting on her lap. She swirled the liquid around and admired its reflections of light. Suddenly, you rounded into her field of view wearing an all black ensemble of a soft halter neck bra, baggy pants that only hugged your waist, and a leash and collar in each hand.

"I hope you don't mind me spoiling you a little, but I do look forward to seeing my favorite pet." You flashed her a wink that made her blush and duck her head. Her breathing became heavy as you walked up behind her. You let the back of your fingers touch the little hairs on the back of her neck as you wrapped the thick black studded collar around Sevika's muscular neck. Her breathing hitched at the tiny sparks of electricity. Her hand gripped the glass a little tighter and shook as she brought it to her lips for a sip.

When you fixed the collar to a suitable size you made your way back around the front of the sofa. Sevika's large fingers pawed at the tag and ring that dangled down to hit her collar bone. She couldn't see but felt little grooves on the front and back of the circular tag. A tiny bit of warmth spread through her chest. She felt like she belonged somewhere; here. Under you.

Once you came around to the front, you sought purchase on her lap. Sevika's face blushed once more at your closeness. Your hands felt the front of her top just at the hem and moved their way up. Your fingers brushing lightly over her breasts and grazing the spot her nipples rested behind the fabric. A small huff escaped from her mouth. The sound made you lift your eyes to look into her own steel colored orbs. Her pupils constantly expanding and shrinking.

Sevika was too distracted to even notice that you latched the leash to the o-ring. "Thank you for the gifts, Mistress." Your left hand came up to wrap the leash around it a couple times while the other touched her cheek. "Good behavior warrants good gifts, pet."

She shuddered. Yes, she is a good pet. "Now finish your drink so we can move to the bed." In a flash of a gulp, Sevika downed what little was left of the shot in her glass and lifted herself. You led the two of you back to the large plush bed that rested against the center of the back wall.

You sat down on the mattress with grace and crossed your legs. The brunette's gaze still baring down to you waiting for her first command of the session. You let your tongue peek out to wet your lips and in a sudden yank, pulled the leash on Sevika's collar. "Kneel in position."

She dropped like lightning, not wasting any time. Back straight, shoulders back, palms down. You let her have a confirming smile. Gods she was so good. Your ankle rolled around in front of Sevika's face and her eyes followed the circular motion.

"You look so hungry puppy. Have you been a good girl? Have you missed your Mistress?" You mocked in a sad tone, you knew Sevika was craving the control and release only you could give her.

"Yes, I-I've missed you a lot, Mistress." She always got nervous when you made her admit her feelings out loud but she needed to be more open, especially if she was going to serve to you. Your free hand moved slowly up your leg to the hem of your pants when you started to pull them down. Down passed your hips, then thighs. Down passed your calves and your ankles until they came completely off.

Sevika was drooling. That submissive voice in the back of her brain screaming to worship your long legs. She was so engrossed in her admiration for the softness of your legs that her eyes nearly skipped the all black shiny new strap and harness that rested around your waist.

You had been packing under your pants this whole time. Sevika's body vibrated with the anticipation of being claimed by you. You chuckled lowly. You noticed the intense hypnotizing stare the other woman was giving your lower body. Right hand moved up to grip the base of your faux member. You stroked it a couple times to rile up your muscular lover a little bit more.

"You look so good on your knees for me. Be a good little slut and worship Mistress' heels. If you're good enough she'll give your a big treat." Your smile bordered on malicious. You loved riling up the larger woman. She ducked down holding your eye contact while bringing her mouth down to the top of your shoe.

Her cheek rubbed at the top of your foot while her hand caressed your ankle. Her fingers moved up and down feeling the small width of your legs down to the tiny point of the heel. The amount of embarrassment felt so good. Her core pulsed with want as you watched her nuzzle and lick at your shiny black shoes.

This part was never so much Sevika's forte but she always wanted to worship. Her favorite body part were your legs that she held on hope that you'd let her worship next. She'd go to church every day if it meant she could bow between your thighs and praise the apex that barely peek from behind the strap.

You were moaning a little more now, still stroking yourself at the sight of such a strong and scary woman literally at your feet. She was the most beautiful like this. You tugged lightly up on the leash.

"Move your way up slowly Puppy." A whimper that was stuck in the back of Sevika's throat shot out as she surged her lips against your shin. The soft skin was unparalleled to anything she had ever felt before. She left sloppy open mouth kisses everywhere while her deft finger grazed up and down to feel the taught muscles and thick thighs that stretched above her.

Your breathing grew. All of the tingles from Sevika's mouth and hands began to spur you on more. The wetness between your legs started to seep down your folds. You were going to wreck her in the best way.

"Such a good girl," you purred, "your mouth is making me more wet by the minute Puppy. Remove your pants." Sevika didn't want to tear her hands away from where she was making your skin the most warm but her body was feeling trapped behind her tight clothes.

She was fumbling too much with the belt and it made her frustrated. Stupid thing giving her problems at a time like this, accidentally caused her to nip at your thigh. You yelped in surprise before giving her a warning tug. "Don't fuck it up now Princess. Bad dogs don't get treats."

"I'm sorry Mistress, I won't do it again." She made work of the belt finally getting it off and undoing the buttons and zipper of her pants. Before she could move her face closer to your cunt, you pulled her up from her place.

Sevika's knees looked deliciously red where she was kneeling. Her pants dropped the rest of the way off when she stood. You yanked her forward and surged your pointer and middle finger straight between her thighs feeling the wetness that was leaking out.

"Who made you wet like this Pet?"

"You Mistress." Your ministrations sped up at her answer.

"Who do you worship when no ones looking?"

"You Mistress." Her breathing was faltering, a fire began to dance behind your eyes.

"Who do you belong to?"

"Y-you Mistress." She whined and you pulled her forward hungrily taking her lips in yours. Your fingers dipped shallowly into her entrance to gather more slick only to move your hand away and rub your strap with her wetness. Your left hand wrapped more around the leash leaving little space between you and your sub. Your right hand reached back out to pull Sevika forward by her thighs.

Her body was moving on autopilot. Head fuzzy as she melted against your mouth. The way your tongue took hers sent goosebumps down her body. Her hands braced your shoulders while both of her strong thighs rested on either side of yours. She was moaning and whimpering into your mouth and you swallowed every single one. It fueled the feral fire inside your own body that screamed to take this woman in all of her glory.

You positioned the head of the strap at her plush entrance. Sevika rutted her hips against the feeling controlling herself to not take anymore than what was given. As your kisses got more intense, your left hand pulled harder on the black leather leash. The brunette's hips sank down slowly and absorbed the girth and length of your silicone toy into her wanting sex. A deep guttural moan weeped from her dark lips. So much need coursed through her body. Her muscles flexed involuntarily from the feeling of you buried inside of her.

Your hand massaged her thick thigh before moving back to cup her full ass cheek. Your hands palmed the soft flesh to encourage the woman to move against you more.

"You're taking me so well Pet. Such a good submissive slut for me." Sevika whimpered more at the praise. Her brain turned to mush at all of the stimulation she was receiving. If she couldn't get praise from her real job, she always knew she could get it from you. The feeling of being taken and collared began to make her body warm and her heart pound. The pressure of you tugging at her neck matched the pressure of the strap pressing against her spongey spot. She was seeing swirls behind her eyes caused by the immense pleasure that spread through her core.

You gripped her ass tighter and clenched your jaw. You were losing all control watching this brute of a woman willingly fall apart at your control. You couldn't stop staring at the way her pussy took in your toy every time you pushed it in. You wanted, no, needed more. You knew exactly what she was capable of.

The power of leaving this strong and modified woman a whimpering, crying mess at your will made your hips fuck faster into her. Her chest rose and fell heavily while sweat began to permeate her cropped top. Your hand moved away from her ass to grab her jaw.

"Lay on the bed and remove your top, now Pet." Your voice was demanding and it made Sevika whine. She mourned the loss of the sensation inside of her but she abided. The pleasure fogging her mind made her rush to take off her tight top and plopped down to the soft cold satin sheets.

When her eyes met you again, you had tore off your own top and stared down at where she lay. Confidence and power rolled off of you in waves. Her eyes trailed down to your bare chest to take in everything, the adrenaline making your nipples stand erect in the exposed air. She noticed how soft and full they looked and how they sat perfectly. The anticipation made her grip the sheets between her hands and spread her legs to welcome you in.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone one else, Puppy. You're spread out so good like the hungry dog that you are." Sevika's eyes rolled into her head at your words. She was going to lose it.

You climbed up to her on the bed and wrapped her thighs around your smaller hips before plunging the glistening toy right back into her cunt. Sevika screamed when the toy slammed back into her g-spot. Her organic hand gripped the sheets tighter while the metal one ripped holes into the soft material. Your pace was hard and fast and there was no way you were going to let up. Her loud moans turned into incessant babbling as your piece hit into her over and over and over.

Her whole body was shaking in ecstasy. Her breasts tempting you as they bounced with each thrust. "Gods, you're so pretty like this. My stupid little sub being my best fuck toy." Your head dipped to her chest and your hand shoved two fingers in her open mouth.

Sevika automatically sucked on your digits that were still slightly sweet from when you touched her earlier. Her fat tongue swirled in between and around as best she could with how deep they were pressing towards the back of her throat. Your own tongue followed the same movement as hers around her hardened nipple. Her skin was salty with the light sheen of sweat that coated her body. Her breast felt so soft pressed against your face as your pressed into her more to suck her stiff bud harder into your mouth.

The larger woman wanted to cum so bad. She was close but she was still missing the stimulation she craved to her clit. The nub pulsed with want. The pressure of the flare base that slapped against her skin wasn't stimulating enough. But she knew it'd all be over once you gave her that last bit of sweet attention.

Your sucking and biting was ruthless. When you released her breast with a pop, you lifted and noticed all of the red marks littering her chest. You were smiling down as your hips continued your rough pace inside of Sevika. Not remembering when you made those, you must have lost control while you were down there. You gave one single thrust until you slowed the roll of your hips. Your sub was still whimpering something around your fingers.

"Use your words Puppy. What do you need?" A string of spit connected your fingers to her mouth when you moved them away to let her speak. "Please Mistress, I need you." You smirked and tilted your head.

"I'm filling you up with my cock and sucking your chest. What more does my greedy slut need?" The other woman's breathing was heavily labored.

"M-my clit please. Wanna cum on your cock, s-so close."

You let out a mocking laugh. "Such a greedy little dog. You want more pleasure? If you don't cum with me, I will either not let you or I will punish you." Sevika nodded against the pillow, trying to focus her blurry sight on you.

Your hand came up and slapped the non scarred side of her face, "Use your words, Pet." Sevika arched her back at the sting.

"I u-understand, M-mistress."

"Good Dog."

You slammed your hips once more into her. You could feel her cunt sucking you in with every hard thrust you administered. You brought your spit covered fingers down to rub the laziest circles on Sevika's swollen clit. A tear rolled down her face at the finality of having that coursing feeling. You let your left hand come back up to the neglected leash that hung off the side of her one golden shoulder. You gripped the strap with as much strength you could muster to hit up into Sevika's weeping sex. The feeling of your skin pressing up against hers with her body shaking and moaning under you was bringing you closer. Your hips were stuttering while your fingers moved haphazard and without rhythm on her hard clit.

"I'm so close, Puppy. Cum with me, baby." Her clit pulsed and she clenched around you when you called her 'baby'. It was one of the more domestic pet names you've said to date. Even though being called 'Dog' or 'Puppy' sparked that secret submissive nature, calling her 'baby' lit a whole new fire.

"I wanna cum so bad with you, Mistress. Please, please, please..."

Your fingers rubbed faster and harder, your hips went deeper and deeper. The coil in your own stomach close to breaking and you weren't going to stop it for anything.

"3..."

"Please, please..."

"2..."

More pleas and drool fell from her mouth.

"1..."

Your hips snapped and sputtered as you came hard. The feeling of your own orgasm made you press the toy deep inside. Sevika came seconds later when you snapped your hips in your blind ecstasy. She moaned loud and deep, as the pleasure made her eyes roll into her head and her body spasm with tremors as wetness coated the strap and a little seeped out. It was the hardest she's came in her whole life.

Your own wetness leaked down your inner thighs while you caught your breath. You looked down on your pet, rubbing circles on her hips. Her body was soaked in sweat. The shiny gleam of her chest caught your eye while her breasts lifted and fell. Her soft lips were parted and her eyes were closed but twitched as they moved frantically behind her darkened lids.

Her sweaty body almost looked like it was covered in small diamonds. You took the time to take in each divot and curve of her muscles while you still had the opportunity. Sevika looked like art, crafted carefully from the finest marble. If you didn't know better you'd say that she was created to resemble a Goddess of war and strength.

Your hands mindlessly ran up both of her arms. She was made for force, whether it was natural or if she built herself up that way. She was known for striking fear and doing all of Silco's dirty work, yet she came to you every week and gave herself as if she were the most lax kitten.

Your fingers were now feeling up her chest just above her full breasts and slipping up the follow the dips of her collar bone. Your chest swelled with pride, and...something else. It made you swoon to think that you got to see the best of this woman. The most devoted of Zaun's inhabitants.

Her eyes fluttered open, and your breath hitched. Her grey eyes stared deeply into your own. When did your right hand come up to her cheek? Your thumb ran over the blue shimmering scars. They looked something beautiful like waves in a far off sea, or the speckles in an opal you saw once.

Her eyes welled up as you both gazed at each other. Her body running on exhaustion and autopilot. Her heart started to hammer in her chest. 'Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry' she tried to will herself. In her distraction she didn't notice when your lips met hers. The warmth in Sevika's chest finally burst. She doesn't remember a time in all of her sessions when you've ever kissed her like this. Sometimes it happened in the heat of the moment but never like this.

You were pouring so much emotion into the kiss. Trying to convey an emotion the two of you rarely felt from anyone else or for another person. What was that feeling? Both of your lips fit together like pieces completing a puzzle. The brunette's strong arms came up to wrap around your waist. She craved for your body to be closer impossibly even though you were still resting inside of her.

Sevika took in a sharp inhale at the mental image of what the two of you must look like. Sweaty broken messes, tangled up after the heat of a raw and intense session. She felt something wet and warm hit her cheek and roll down where your hand pressed against the side of her face. When she separated from your mouth, you quickly moved to sit up and hide your face. You carefully removed yourself from inside your sub before running to put a robe around yourself.

Sevika's body shot up to reach out for you. Her heart was barely containing itself from inside its cage. What was happening? Her body ran cold at the thought that you were about to break this whole thing off. She began to sweat again in the silent anticipation of what might happen next.

"You were a very good girl today, Puppy. I look forward to seeing you again soon." Your sentence was controlled but Sevika could hear the wobble in your voice. Why were you...crying? Relief briefly washed over the bigger woman but something was still bothering her. Her heart didn't cease its beating. It felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She lifted from the bed and padded over to where you stood. Her hands came up to slowly wrap around your waist. Your body stiffened at the feeling before a sob jumped its way out. How could this have happened? When did you start feeling like this?

"I know this is complicated. Some of the words are very hard to find especially when you don't know what some of those words are."

Sevika whispered into your hair close to your ear from where her chin rested against your shoulder.

"It really looks like we have more in common than just...this."

Your hands dropped from covering your mouth and turned around in her strong arms. The redness in your eyes from your tears made the colors shine brighter. Sevika started to drown in your gaze but she had to pull herself together. Finish this.

"I'm not too good with words. But there's this feeling I get. When you call me by my pet names. When you called me...'baby'. I don't think I can walk away from this session the same way I have been able to."

Your brows scrunched together as your eyes started to well up again.

"What are you trying to say, Pup?"

The taller woman giggled at your use of her pet name. She softened at the small bit of comfort.

"I think I'm trying to say...I would like to see you more. Outside of these walls. I...uh...you deserve more than you've probably allowed yourself to have."

She was right. You knew she was speaking in a way that showed that she had also been denying herself some of the fruits of life trying to fight her way into a better world for everyone that had ever been cast aside into the Lanes. She was always going to have to be the scary attack dog for Silco but would you be able to accept the mask she had to put on for the world? Even though she was going to remove it for you when she returned?

"I think I have more than enough time to learn new tricks." You gave Sevika a watery wink before you slipped your head into the crook of her neck. She smelled of sweat, sex, and faint lotion.

Her arms wrapped tighter around you in a protective embrace. Her chin resting over the crown of your head.

Yes, new tricks indeed.

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The Island | KTH (Sixteen)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension, mutual masturbation, sexting, vague mention of suicidal thoughts.

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The apartment is dead silent save the running AC, not even the voice in your head is speaking. Words are being spoken though, all through the eyes. His gaze, your gaze, the intense eye contact speaking volumes. Eyes are focused, eyes are speaking, eyes are undressing, eyes are fucking. But there is no touching. There is no sound.

Taehyung watches you extra carefully, his stare only intensifying as the seconds pass. You’re seated across from him on your one sofa as he sits a couple feet directly away from you in a chair. You sit here, teasing him with your spreading legs while he watches you conflicted as fuck. His mind is going a million miles a minute with thoughts of you but somehow they are about how precious you are, how good you are, how sweet you are. He truly cherishes you beyond belief.

But when you spread them a little further, his eyes drop lower until he sees your panties being slightly shown from under your dress. His mind goes back to an hour ago, your lips devouring his like you were starved of him. And he of you. And he is…he is starved of you. But you two have not touched since.

Leaving Marcus behind was the easiest thing Taehyung has had to do while being here. Giving him a brief explanation on how you were ready to go home, while Marcus eyed the two of you anxiously makes Taehyung smile. Is he immature for that? He doesn’t care. Marcus did offer you two a ride (Well, he was mostly just speaking to you) but you politely declined, explaining that Taehyung has already ordered a ride for the two of you.

The ride home was quiet. No touching. Just stealing glances at the other. And now, Taehyung watches you with dark eyes. He watches you watching him. Your legs spread more and more and he shamelessly eyes you. His eyes dropping down to your spread legs and back up to your glazed eyes, he quirks a brow at you while a small smirk plays at his lips. This only motivates you to spread them further, dragging a small hand down your clothed body.

Taehyung for the first time, closes his eyes in obvious frustration. When he opens them again they are much darker, and more intense than before. Bingo.

“I won’t touch you.” You breathe out softly, “And you won’t touch me. But…” your hand stops at your thigh, “But who says we can’t touch ourselves?”

Taehyung lightly scoffs, the slight rolls of his eyes as his smirk grows makes you smile yourself.

“y/n.” He groans, your name coming out rough. Taehyung bites down on his lip as he thinks…You’re so good. Yet so bad. And he honestly has a hard time telling you no.

Finally, Taehyung focuses his eyes on yours intensely again as he gestures his hand toward you.

Your smile grows as you lift your hand up to shake a finger at him,

“You first.” You tease, your silky voice making him shudder.

“Oh?” Taehyung raises another brow at you, “You think you have some power here?”

“I know you’d let me if I wanted to.” Your finger now points at him, “We’re just friends, right? Things are different.” These words don’t leave your mouth bitterly, instead they leave like a smooth trail of sweet, sweet water.

Taehyung’s devilish smirk grows on his once serious face, he rolls his head back as his white teeth are proudly displayed. You playfully gesture towards him the way he did to you, and he brings his head back down to look at you, his hand finding his crotch.

He cups himself over his dress pants as a long, long sigh escapes his lips as he squeezes lightly. You smile at him, approving of his action.

“Good.” You tease. You lower your hand that was pointing at him and bring it your lap. “My turn?”

Taehyung slowly nods, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Go ahead.” He tells you lowly. “Whatever will make you feel good.”

You bunch your dress up around your hips, and slightly lift yourself off the couch to shimmy out of your panties. The material drags down leg by leg as you continue to gaze into Taehyung’s eyes. His eyes stay locked with yours, the heat in the room only getting hotter and hotter. You ball up the underwear in your hand before slinging them at Taehyung’s chest, you both crack a smile and lightly laugh. His dark chuckle making you feel good, proud even.

Taehyung takes the panties that have slid down into his lap and brings them to his face, the material bunching up around his nose as he inhales deeply. He lowers the underwear with one hand while his other hand begins rubbing himself over his pants. You watch in satisfaction.

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“No like, they are literally together.” Jimin says for the millionth time but Jungkook just looks at him with a blank expression.

“I get it. I know they are always together.” Jungkook nods his head, “But they seem different somehow…”

“That’s because it is different you fool.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Jungkook is really this innocent and naïve that he really just does not get it or he’s pretending not to know.

“Like, they are always together but now they are more together.” Jungkook says again, “Yuna is making me feel like Jiwoo is all hers and that’s not fair.”

Jimin looks defeated to say the least as he throws his head into his hands.

“Jiwoo is all hers, dumbass. They are dating. D.A.T.I.N.G.” Jimin tries explaining once again, “They are together for real for real.”

“Listen, I know they are always together—”

“He isn’t go to listen.” Jin looks over at Jimin. “He doesn’t want to accept it.”

“Clearly.” Jimin huffs out. “But to make me explain over and over…”

“—But like it just seems sketchy to me.”

Jimin and Jin both groan at the same time, “You idiot. Jiwoo and Yuna have romantic feelings for one another. Yuna likes Jiwoo. Jiwoo likes Yuna. Just Yuna. They are dating. They are together. They want to live happily ever after or whatever.” Jin says quickly, making his point.

“Like…they’re like girlfriend …and girlfriend?” Jungkook asks slowly. “Like—”

“Yes!” Jin and Jimin yell out, “For fucks sake…”

“Okay, okay.” Jungkook raises his hands up, a pout forming on his lips. “I get it, I get it.”

“Finally.” Jimin rolls his eyes. “but uh…you okay? We know you like Jiwoo…” Jimin decides to ask carefully.

“I guess I’m fine…” Jungkook looks down at the ground. “It’s not like I really stood a chance I guess.”

“Jungkook…” Jin puts a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah.” He agrees quickly. “You probably didn’t.”

“Hey!” Jungkook whines, lifting his head to look at his two friends. “You could at least console me.”

“There, there.” Jin pats his shoulder a few times before bringing his hand back to his body.

“Speaking of trying to console…” Jimin frowns as he speaks, “I’ve been trying to text y/n and Tae to see how they’re doing but I haven’t heard from them in hours and hours.”

“y/n is going through a lot Jimin…” Jin’s voice softens, “She probably just needs some space.”

“I’m just so worried…” Jimin pulls his phone from his pocket.

“I am too honestly.” Jungkook says. “I haven’t heard from either of them in a while either.”

Jimin clicks on his phone and opens his message app to find your name and his messages that have gone unread.

“What could you two be doing…?”

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Your hand is at your clothed breast now, your small fingers rubbing slow circles over your hardening nipples. Your lips are parted as heavy breaths escape you. Your hazy eyes indefinitely locked with Taehyung’s as he licks his lips watching as your other hand rides up your inner thigh. His breath gets caught in his throat when your fingers travel closer and closer to where he wishes his mouth was.

“Mm.” you hum, your fingers finally making contact with your wet clit. Taehyung releases a long, deep breath when you finally properly moan for the first time, your head tilting back and your eyes slowly closing.

“How does it feel?” Taehyung can’t help but ask, “Good?”

“Pull it out Tae.” You nod your head towards him. “We aren’t touching one another but we can watch each other. Right?”

~~~~~~~

You can’t really afford to not go back to work…even though you really, really don’t want to.

“You’re pretty.” You hear his voice from behind you. “I wish you didn’t have to go in…” Taehyung stands closely behind you, his warmth radiating off his tall body.

“Me either…you’ll be okay on your own?” You turn around to face him, your head tilting up to look into his eyes.

“I’m a big boy, y/n.” Taehyung chuckles, his hand coming to your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “You’ll be here around 5 to get me so we can head to the hospital?”

“Yeah. A little after 5.” You nod your head, “Text me today if you need anything.” You begin to walk past him towards your bed where your purse it sitting. “Work gets boring anyway.”

“What if I just want to text you just because?” Taehyung follows you.

“Like I said, work gets boring.” You giggle, slinging the purse strap over your shoulder. “Feel free.”

“Will do.” He smiles for you, making you hate that you have to leave now.

“Tae?”

“Hm?”

“We haven’t really talked about Saturday night.”

Immediately, Taehyung’s smile twists into something more uncomfortable. His eyes find the ceiling as he nods his head.

“We didn’t…it’s not like we touched one another. It’s completely innocent.” He excuses lamely, “We’re still just friends.”

“Oh. Okay.” You feel your heart pinch in your chest at the mention of friends. “I got to get going…”

“y/n…” Taehyung walks a little closer, beginning to invade your space as his hand finds your cheek with a soft caress. “I’ll miss you while you’re gone.”

You fucking gulp, his touch causing a fire to start. You release a breath, trying to calm yourself from one innocent touch.

“Me too.” You admit shamelessly. He lowers his hand and gives you a curt nod, saying goodbye.

The ride to work isn’t very long, you sort of wish it was longer to give you more time to think. You and Taehyung are…complicated. You swear you are just friends but there is so much going on between you two that it physically hurts.

Once at your desk, you take a seat and immediately pull out your phone and are pleasantly surprised to see a notification from none other…

Taehyung 9:04am

I’m new to this whole friends thing so I have a lot of questions

y/n 9:09am

oh really? I guess I could help you answer some.

Taehyung 9:10am

Perfect

Taehyung 9:10am

Is it okay, as a friend, to have stared at your ass the entire time you walked away towards the front door when you were leaving

y/n 9:11am

lol tae.

y/n 9:11am

Well…looking is only natural

Taehyung 9:12am

I thought so too.

y/n 9:14am

What other questions do you have?

Taehyung 9:15am

Let’s see…

Taehyung 9:16am

Is it normal, as a friend, to have the image of you coming all around your fingers engraved in my brain?

y/n 9:20am

Jesus, Tae.

You bring your phone to your chest and frantically look around to make sure no one is walking past you. Oh? So he does want to talk about Saturday night?

y/n 9:21am

Only if it’s normal that I am thinking about your cock right now…

Okay, maybe you escalated things a little more than necessary. But he started this!

Taehyung 9:22am

Thinking about me, are we?

y/n 9:22am

As a friend, of course.

Taehyung 9:23am

Of course.

Taehyung 9:23am

Do you know how badly I wanted to be the one to make you cum?

y/n 9:23am

You are the one who made me cum.

Taehyung 9:24am

You know what I mean, y/n.

y/n 9:24am

I’m not sure I do. Tell me?

Taehyung 9:26am

You really want me to tell you? About how I wish it was my fingers that you were coming all around? Or my tongue. Or my cock.

y/n 9:34am

Why not all 3?

Taehyung 9:34am

You’re so greedy

y/n 9:35am

you know best how greedy I can be

Taehyung 9:35am

I do.

Taehyung 9:35am

But your pleasure means everything to me.

You sit at your desk, your right leg crossing over your left leg as you squeeze your thighs together. You know for a fact he isn’t lying, he loves, loves to please you. As you do him. But for him to outright say that makes the heartbeat in your vagina fucking boom.

Taehyung 9:39am

I wish I had the ability to fucking please you right now.

y/n 9:40am

What do you mean

Taehyung 9:40am

y/n, don’t play…you know exactly what I mean.

Taehyung 9:41am

Do you remember what we discussed one time on the island? If you would let me use a vibrator on you in public? Where I can control it from my phone?

y/n 9:42am

yes…I remember

Taehyung 9:42am

If I had that right now…I’d have you coming in your office. Squirming in your chair…your pretty pussy leaking. Would you like that?

y/n 9:44am

Tae…

You hate yourself for your pathetic, erratic breaths as you sit still in your chair. His words making you feel so hot and bothered. This is ultimately so fucking confusing for you…he says you are just friends yet the need between the two of you has not wavered. Is he unable as well? Unable to keep this completely platonic. Has the line been fucking crossed? But you two haven’t had sex…so is the line really crossed?

y/n 9:44am

I wish I could cum right now Tae

Taehyung 9:45am

You can. Go to the bathroom, touch yourself.

y/n 9:45am

I might need some material to look at if I am to do that;)

Taehyung 9:46am

Material? Are you asking for a photo? So greedy as usual

y/n 9:46am

Maybe I will send you one as well.

Taehyung 9:46am

Oh y/n, you will

y/n 9:47am

Send me a pic?

Taehyung 9:50am

And what exactly kind of photo are you expecting?

y/n 9:50am

You know exactly.

Taehyung 9:51am

You have to make me hard first, y/n.

y/n 9:52am

hmm…just imagine my lips wrapped around your cock. Imagine me choking on it, wouldn’t you like that Tae?

Taehyung 9:53am

As good as that sounds I think I need more. Maybe some photos…I am a visual guy after all

y/n 9:54am

You’re lucky these are private bathrooms.

Taehyung 9:55am

I am very lucky, y/n.

You stiffly stand from your chair, shove your phone in your pocket and head towards the bathrooms. A few coworkers try making conversation on your way over but you make a face that gives that hint that you’re urgently needing the restroom.

You knock a few times on the door of the bathroom and when there is no answer you quickly swing it open and lightly slam it closed behind you. The light automatically turns on and you walk to the mirror, you look flushed, you look at your heaving chest and you scoff at how pathetic you are.

You are horny as fuck though. Since reuniting with Taehyung, your hormones are fucking insane. And by the constant buzzing of your phone in your pocket, you know his are too.

Taehyung 10:00am

Please tell me you are taking some photos for me baby

Baby. He is horny as hell if he is forgetting you technically aren’t his baby anymore.

Taehyung 10:00am

Wanna see your lips, wanna see what bra you are wearing, wanna see your perfect tits on my screen.

Taehyung 10:01am

Can you do that for me baby?

y/n 10:01am

friends call each other baby?

Taehyung 10:02am

Always such a fucking brat.

y/n 10:02am

Oh, but you’re into tho

Taehyung 10:02am

Of course I am, it’s you

Taehyung 10:03am

Now be good for me, let me see you.

y/n 10:06am

[Image]

Taehyung 10:07am

Mm. You are so so pretty.

Taehyung 10:07am

Wanna cum all over those lips

y/n 10:10am

[Image] Want to cum all over these too?

Taehyung 10:10am

Holy fuck y/n.

y/n 10:11am

Pls tell me you are stroking your long cock for me, tae. Tell me I am getting you nice and hard…

Taehyung 10:12am

Just pulled it out, baby. Your pictures are driving me wild, I wish I could have you here.

y/n 10:12am

let me see you now.

Taehyung 10:18am

[Video]

A fucking video? You almost drop your phone when you see it. You hurry to the toilet, slamming the lid down and plopping down on top. Your full attention on your screen. You first make sure the volume is low enough on the phone for just you to hear it before clicking on the video.

Holy. Fuck. Your eyes instantly glaze over with lust when Taehyung’s gorgeous dick is on screen, his large hand pumping it so slowly. His heavy breaths are just loud enough for your ears only and you want to faint.

Taehyung’s hand starts stroking his cock a little faster now, his grunts music to your ears. Suddenly, much to your god damn surprise, he starts whispering. You bring the phone closer to your ear as you try to make out what he’s saying.

“y/n…” oh. Your name.

“I want to cum for you, baby.” His heavy breaths make it hard to understand exactly what he’s saying but you are managing.

“Wish my cock was….deep down your throat…mm…wish you were here…sucking on me.”

Your eyes roll around in your head as you feel yourself grow wetter and wetter. You’re quick to unbutton your dress pants, slide down the zipper and stick your fingers down where they need to be. You instantly sigh out in relief when your fingers make contact with your aching, desperate clit. You keep your eyes on the video and you feel the pleasure building but suddenly the video just comes to an end. He didn’t even cum.

y/n 10:26am

Tae. You didn’t even finish for me babe. I need to see you cum…

Your message gets left on read for a minute, maybe he is recording another video? God, you hope so. But then suddenly, your phone starts consistently vibrating in your hand and you see he is video calling you.

“Tae.” You answer breathlessly. “I—”

“I know you’ve been touching yourself…right?” he cuts you off with his deep voice. “You haven’t cum yet, right?”

Your cheeks flush as you feel you have been caught red handed, you slow your movements on your clit and bite down on your lip.

“I am touching myself.” You admit, “But you’re right, I haven’t finished yet.”

“Good.” He takes a deep breath, “I want to cum together. Like the other night.”

“Show me your cock.” You all but whisper to your phone, “You have a very handsome face, but really need to see your cock.”

“Heh.” Taehyung rolls his head back with a smirk, “Of course.” He switches the camera, showing off his thick length, his long fingers wrapped around it so sinfully. “Lower the camera. Let me see how your fingers work on your pretty pussy.”

You release a shaky breath as you nod your head obediently. You slide your pants lower down your legs along with your red panties, showing him the perfect view of his favorite meal.

“Good girl.” He begins pumping faster. “Getting off at work for me like such a good girl.”

“Tae…” you slowly close your eyes as you rub your clit, the sound of his hand rubbing against his dick is making you so turned on. “I have to be quiet.” You whisper.

“No.” he tells you quickly. “I need to hear you.”

“I—I am at work….” Your sharp breaths aren’t going unnoticed.

“But it feels too good, doesn’t it?”

You open your eyes again to look at the screen, his cock is absolutely throbbing. The tip is leaking with precum, the obvious glaze making you that much more horny.

“So good.” You moan, “I could cum any minute…”

“Yeah? You could cum? With the thought of me?” Taehyung’s voice is strained as he strokes faster and faster, squeezing his tip tightly. “Spread your legs a little more baby. Spread your lips apart. Let me get a good view of your perfect, perfect pussy.”

“Taehyung…” you try to very quietly moan his name as you follow through with his request. “I want to cum…”

“Then cum. Cum all over those fingers again, just like you did the other night.” Taehyung softly commands you, “Wish you were here to swallow my cum.” He says as he pumps quicker now, sloppier, much more desperately.

“Ahh…” your fingers circle your clit quickly, adding pressure, as a huge wave of pleasure washes through you. “Taehyung…Taehyung…”

“That’s it, baby. Ride it out.”

Your body goes stiff as your orgasm hits you, your fingers slow as you bring the camera back to your face. Your fucked out expression making Taehyung go wild.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He pants out, “Fuck.” You watch as his cum spurts out of his swollen head, leaking all over his hand. “Ah.”

“Taehyung.” You calm down your breathing with a small smile. “We did it again.” You tell him, trying not to sound too ….you don’t know, but something.

“I know.” He turns the camera to his face, “I’d say we are more than just normal friends…”

“Tae—”

“I’d say we are like, really good friends.” He stares at you for a second before winking. “Get back to work y/n. See you later.” And then he is hanging up.

Kim fucking Taehyung. Why is he the biggest tease you have ever dealt with? You can’t even be mad because he was just being that, a fucking tease.

“Jesus, Taehyung.” You mutter under your breath as you stand up and pull your underwear and pants back up. Ignoring the sticky mess between your legs. He is driving you insane. Absolutely insane.

The rest of the work day goes slowly, you constantly check your phone for more messages from Taehyung but none come in. Why is he doing this to you? You thought he was a man of self control? Then why is he unable to put real boundaries on your ‘friendship’? Is he just as weak for you as you are for him?

Suddenly, your phone buzzes and you rush to check it but it isn’t from Tae. Instead you see you have an unread message from Marcus.

Marcus 4:04pm

Hey y/n :) I was thinking we could get dinner tonight…just the two of us? I know you are probably going to the hospital after work but maybe after?

y/n 4:10pm

Sure Marcus:) a late dinner…how does 8 sound?

Marcus 4:10pm

Perfect. You can pick the place, just let me know when you decide.

You click your phone off after agreeing and set it down on your desk. Is it wrong that you wish it was Taehyung instead? You wonder what he is up to…maybe he decided to leave the apartment to get some air? Or is his just binging some show on Netflix?

You won’t text him though. No. You don’t want to seem too like, needy or some shit. You are just friends after all…whatever that bullshit means. You wait for the clock to hit 5 and are rushing out of your office building.

The hospital visit is short…there’s no real progress on your mother and this puts you in a sour mood. You want nothing more in this world right now than for her to wake up…to just…be okay. Taehyung gives you some space as he waits in the waiting room, but you kind of wish he was here, next to you in this room.

“How was it?” Taehyung asks as you walk into the waiting area.

“She’s…she’s sleeping peacefully.” You tell him quietly. “I just wish she would…”

“I know.” Taehyung walks closer to you and pulls you into his arms. Your head hits his chest and you immediately inhale him, taking in his wonderful scent. You can’t be strong forever, you think. And being in Taehyung’s arms makes your eyes fucking water. He hears you sniffle and his hand instantly goes to rub your back.

“She’s going to wake up, y/n. Give it time.”

You take in a deep breath before pulling away from him and looking into his sorry eyes.

“I know.” You try to smile but fail miserably. “I know.”

You two make your way back to your apartment, the kitchen faucet dripping with occasional water is the only sound filling up the place. You both sit on the sofa when you look at your phone and notice the time.

“Oh shit.” You stand from your place on the couch, “Dinner.”

“We can order something?” Taehyung offers, “I am kind of missing Korean food so maybe—”

“No, I uh, I have dinner plans. At 8.” You say softly, almost regretfully. “With Marcus.”

“Oh.” Taehyung can’t help but go rigid. His heart starting to race as he thinks about you with Marcus. “Like, just you two?” But he knows the answer.

“Yeah.” You begin chewing on your bottom lip. “Sorry. Will you be okay?”

Taehyung playfully scoffs as he stands up too.

“Big boy, remember?” he inches closer to you, his warm breath fanning over your face. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay…I won’t be too long, I promise.” You tell him, “I—”

“You know…” Taehyung comes even closer now, his body towering over your own as he speaks lowly. “This is another situation where I wish I could send you off with a vibrator that I control.”

You feel your body catch fire at his words, his tone is dark and seductive and driving you nuts.

“Taehyung…”

“Imagine being at dinner with someone but I’m here, controlling your pleasure.” He licks his licks, his tongue wetting the bottom one so deliciously.

“If only.” You breathe out roughly.

“Well…” Taehyung backs up from you, “You should get going.”

What is this man doing to you?

~~~~~~~

You aren’t entirely sure why but dinner with Marcus is a little…uncomfortable. There’s some strange tension with his strained smile as he sits across from you. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t been his usual sweet and shy self. He has been more bold since Taehyung got here.

“You look lovely, y/n.” Oh never mind, his shy boy persona is back as his cheeks…no, no his whole face turns nice and red. “How was your day?”

“Thanks.” You give him a soft smile, “It was good. I’m just tired.”

“How are things with…uh, Taehyung?” he brings his glass of water to his mouth as he takes a sip or two. “He’s still here?”

“Yes.” Your eyes slide to the side, feeling awkward. “Things are…okay.”

“About what we were talking about…” Marcus begins but you feel your phone buzz and you go to check it.

Taehyung 8:22pm

Thinking about what we could be doing right now? What I could be doing to you? For you?

Your cheeks turn rosy as you read his text, your flustered state not going unnoticed by Marcus. You quickly turn your phone over on the table as you think of his suggestive text.

“Everything okay?” Marcus tilts his head to the side, “You look—”

“Oh me? I’m fine.” You rush to say, “What were you saying?”

“Our conversation from last week.” He reminds you, “I know I said before that I didn’t believe Taehyung…you know, really wanted you. I’m sorry for saying that. I was wrong…he clearly wants you but I still think…” Marcus nervously trails off, his words dying on his tongue, waiting for you to give some type of reaction.

“Think what?” you lean forward a little, obviously curious.

“I still think if he actually loved you…he would be with you, y/n.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Love shouldn’t be this complicated.”

“No offense Marcus…” you place your hands flat on the table. “But you have no idea what either of us has been through.”

“Yeah, you know what,” Marcus begins to grow frustrated. “Maybe I’ll never know either, but there are guys willing to be with you, treat you right, but you’re waiting for some dude who isn’t even sure?”

You ball your hands up, bringing them to your lap. Marcus is obviously overstepping but is he right? You’re tired too. But doesn’t Taehyung deserve the time he wants?

“y/n…” Marcus sighs out, closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before continuing. “I’m sorry…I keep…I keep losing my cool, don’t I?” he tries to smile. “I’m sorry. I just really…Well, it doesn’t matter.”

“I know you’re just looking out for me.” You tell him with a tender tone, “You’re just trying to be a good friend. But please just trust what I am doing.”

“What if it doesn’t work out?” he mutters quietly, his eyes filling with pity.

“Then it didn’t work out.” You tell him simply, “But I’ll know I tried my best. And I can be proud of that.”

“Okay.” Marcus nods slowly. “Okay.”

“But she seems to be doing okay?” Jimin asks Taehyung, “Like, really?”

“I’m keeping an eye on her, don’t worry.” Taehyung smiles at his best friend through the phone, “She will probably be home soon—” Taehyung’s head whips in the direction of your front door when he hears muffled voices on the other side. “Speak of that angel, I think she’s home.”

Jimin waits expectantly on the other side of the phone, waiting for your entrance.

“Where is she? What’s taking so long?”

“I think they’re…talking.” Taehyung turns his head back towards the phone. “give her a minute.”

“Bro…go to the door. Take me with you…see what they’re talking about.” Jimin wiggles his brows and nods a few times.

“What? No!” Taehyung cutely whines, “That’s like an invasion of privacy.”

“Oh come on, I know you’re curious too.”

And he is. He is curious.

“Okay but be quiet.” Taehyung starts walking towards the front door. He peaks through the peep hole and sees you and Marcus standing on just the other side of this door talking.

“Put your ear to the door!” Jimin tries his best to whisper.

“Shh!” Taehyung quickly and quietly tries to shush him. “But like, okay.”

Taehyung puts his ear to the door like some sort of clingy mad man, and barely makes out what you two are saying. It’s too muffled and he’s starting to give up and just look through the peep hole again.

“I want to respect you y/n.” Marcus tells you softly. “But I don’t want to go against my own heart either.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to give up.” He says almost regrettably by the look of his face.

“Marcus….”

“I just really…” Marcus steps a little closer, making your back softly hit the door as he leans in a bit. “I really….” His head slightly tilts as he leans in closer and closer.

“Marcus.” Your hand finds the middle of his chest and he knocks out of his daze, leaning away from you again.

“I know.”

When you enter your apartment you see Taehyung sitting awkwardly on your sofa, he’s just staring ahead while you take your shoes off.

“Hey.” You greet him quietly, walking further into your living room.

“Hi.” Taehyung gives you a curt nod, “How was dinner?”

You don’t really want to talk about dinner…you’re feeling strange at the moment, lost on how to handle your current Marcus situation. Because yes, there is a situation. Marcus clearly, very clearly has feelings for you and you are too damn involved in your own sad, lonely bullshit to want to deal with it.

“It was fine.” You take a seat next to him on the couch. “What did you get up to?”

“Just fine?” Taehyung ignores your question, “Marcus is your friend so I am sure you enjoyed it more than just fine right?”

“Taehyung.” You rub your temples with your fingers, “It was fine.”

“What did you guys do? Talk about?”

“We just ate dinner Tae. We talked about our days, nothing eventful.”

“Really nothing eventful?” Taehyung raises his brows at you. “Didn’t look uneventful outside.”

You snap your head towards him and eye him curiously.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb y/n.” Taehyung scoffs, “He kissed you.”

“He? He didn’t?” your face scrunches up in disbelief. “Were you watching us?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“You obviously were.” You snap. “Did you happen to see the part where I stopped him?”

“Nah.” Taehyung wraps the blanket next to him around his body. “Left.”

“Unbelievable.” You huff out, “This is ridiculous.”

“Hope you enjoyed your date.” Taehyung wraps the blanket around his shoulders a little more snug now, avoiding eye contact with you.

“You know what? This is unfair.” You raise your voice. “Maybe I should have let him kiss me!”

“W-What?” Taehyung finally finds your eyes.

“Yeah, I mean, why not? I’m single, right?”

“y/n—”

“Also been a while since I’ve been fucked too. Wonder how Marcus could—”

“y/n.” Taehyung says much more serious now, his voice warning you to be careful.

“What? Why do you even care? We’re just friends, aren’t we?”

“It’s complicated.” Taehyung tells you quietly. “We—”

“Oh? We went from being friends to ‘it’s complicated’? Wonderful.”

“y/n—”

“I might as well move on right? To someone who actually wants me?”

Maybe Marcus’s words are starting to get to your head…you never would have blown up like this if it weren’t for those worries, those concerns.

“You know I want you.” Taehyung lowers the blanket from his body.

“Yeah, you want to fuck me.” You spit out, not stopping from this outburst. “Maybe we are just two people who want to fuck and nothing more.”

“Don’t.”

“Maybe this isn’t love, Taehyung.” Your voice cracks and you hate yourself for it.

“y/n…” Taehyung turns his body to properly face you, his bottom scooching closer and closer to you. “I have never loved anyone like I…fuck…do you really believe that? What you just said?”

“I…” finally, your eyes well with tears and you struggle to take a breath. “No, but anything to convince myself.”

Taehyung takes his time watching you with a sad, sad eyes. You bow your head in defeat as you feel exhausted from your day.

“Anything to convince myself.” You repeat, choking on your words as they leave your mouth.

You feel the light brush of Taehyung’s fingers on your jaw, he scoots closer to you, his other hand on your shoulder, bringing you closer to him as well.

“y/n.” he says your name like it’s his favorite word. “A long time ago I told you not to try to tell me how sincere my feelings are for you. You doubted me once and I never want you to doubt me again.”

“Sorry I—”

Taehyung angles your jaw up to get a better look at him, your eyes scan his face and you want to melt into a puddle. His dark, wavy hair is growing out again…he constantly has to shake his head to get strands out of his eyes. Your eyes travel all across his features and they land on his plump lips.

“But can’t you see why this is so hard…so confusing for me.” You whimper, “You say just friends but—”

Taehyung’s soft gaze on you has you shutting up as he leans into your space, his eyes now on your lips. You know this look all too well, you know this move, you know him. You are weak for this man, you are the definition of pathetic as you lean up too. His lips hovering your own, his eyes slowly closing as your breaths mingle together.

Then much to both of your surprises, you pull the same move you did to Marcus earlier. Your hand lands on the center of his chest, stopping him from doing what he was about to do.

“I want to hear about it.” You blink up at him. “I want to really hear about it.”

Taehyung blushes, the feeling of rejection being pushed aside as he grows curious.

“About what?”

“Your year. Your time away from me. What I did to you.” You nod your head as your eyes wet with more tears. “I want everything out on the table.”

“Now?” Taehyung quickly shakes his head. “y/n—”

“My mom told me that really getting everything out is a huge step to moving forward.”

“I’m not sure you’ll….that you’ll like everything you hear.” Taehyung offers a sad smile. “I’m fine now. But it wasn’t always like this.”

“I know.” You lick your drying lips, “Tell me everything Tae.”

“I was angry with you.” You two are sitting at your dining room table with hot chocolate. “I was so hurt by you.” Taehyung swallows hard, “I wanted to really move forward with my life so I…I uh, sought out therapy. I wanted to forgive you more than anything.”

“Tae—”

“I felt abandoned.” He cuts you off, “That the person I loved most wanted nothing to do with me. This did horrible things to my brain, to my heart.” He looks down at his interlocked fingers. “I was in a really, really…” his voice cracks a little and you begin to feel anxious. “Really dark place.”

Taehyung finds your eyes and blinks a few times, ignoring how his throat burns.

“It was so bad I didn’t even want to…didn’t even want to…” he turns his head to the side as he tries to compose himself. “Didn’t even want to really live.” He admits, his burning throat threatening to cause tears to wet his eyes.

“T-To live?” you shake your head at him. “W-What do you—”

“You know exactly what I mean.” He says softly. “Living was hard.”

“Taehyung.” You have accepted the wrong you have done and have tried your best to move forward but of course, hearing this, your guilt is returning.

“It’s okay.” Taehyung forces a smile. “I worked through it. Got better. It isn’t your fault.”

“It is my fault.” You begin to sniffle, “Oh my god, I…”

“No.” Taehyung reaches for your hand, “It isn’t. Listen, therapy was a challenge sometimes but shit, it did wonders. The old man is like a fucking wizard.” He chuckles, squeezing your hand, “I started living again. I started to paint again, work on my music, hang with my friends, and yes, even got a girls number. I just wanted to live normally again.” He takes a moment to take a breath, his hand still holding yours.

“But I never, not once didn’t think about you.” He finally admits. “I missed you so much and I just hoped every day that you were doing just as well as me. After what we have been through, we both deserve that.”

You listen to him carefully, your cheeks wet with tears but you remain quiet, letting him get everything off his chest.

“I really did believe it, you know.” Taehyung lets go of your hand. “The song I wrote for you. I meant every word.”

“That we—”

“Yeah. Ships in the night.” He reminds you. “I thought we…” Taehyung struggles to continue as he gets choked up, “That…”

“Okay, okay.” You tell him softly, your hand going to the back of his neck as you begin rubbing it. “I know.”

“But I don’t believe it anymore. Seeing you, being with you…I just…” Taehyung slams his eyes shut as a few warm tears escape. “I know I have been confusing you. Because y/n…I am so weak for you. I can’t control myself like I usually could. I am going crazy. I am feeling so fucking….”

You realize this has been affecting him just as much as it has with you…you realize he has been fighting his own battles. You bring your hand back to your body and stay quiet.

“You want everything out on the table?” Taehyung lifts his head to look at you. “I am so, so fucking in love with you. I don’t think I will ever find love like this again. But baby,” he sighs out, “I really thought jumping into a relationship was a bad idea. Because if I …if you are properly mine the way I want you to be, I will be asking way too much of you.”

“Huh?”

“I need you with me.” He scratches the back of his neck, “Whether I move here or…”

“I see.” You bite down on your lip repeatedly, “You don’t want to rush into things.”

“I so badly want to take my time with you. I want to love you the way you deserve to be loved. But I think I am still…”

“Yeah.” You nod your head slowly, “I get it. You’re still mad—”

“No!” Taehyung is quick to cut you off. “It isn’t like that…I just want to make sure we are both in good places…”

“My year…”

And you tell him, you tell him all about your ups and downs, the amazing progress you have made, your growing relationships, your social life, and so on. Taehyung listens intently with a smile on his face, pride filling in his chest as he listens to you.

“But now, I feel…like things are bumpy. This…us…has been hard on me, I have this situation with Marcus and now, shit, now I am so wrapped up in worry because of my mother.”

“I know.” Taehyung agrees easily, “All I want to do right now is just be here for you.”

“And you are. You are.” You start to sniffle again, “You are keeping me sane.”

“About Marcus…” Taehyung awkwardly brings up your friend. “I’m sorry I kept getting jealous.”

“I was fucking jealous about the bartender. I guess we are even.” You lightly chuckle. “I felt so uncomfortable…”

“I’m sorry about that too.” Taehyung lips curve into a frown. “I really am not interested in her.”

“Well buddy, you sort of just told me you’re in love with me, so I kind of hope not.” You offer some lame finger guns and Taehyung laughs.

“Don’t call me buddy.” Taehyung looks into your eyes. “Friends really isn’t something we’re capable of, is it?”

“So then what are we?” you pause for a moment, looking at him with big eyes. “Just say we are something.”

“Right now can we just…can we not put a label?” Taehyung sighs, “Let’s just…live day by day.”

“Yeah.” You try not to frown, “Yeah.”

“You know…” Taehyung scoots his chair closer to yours, his hands finding your hands and offers you a boxy grin. “I don’t want anyone else. I’m…I’m not looking.”

“Yeah, me either.” You smile too, “I will straighten things out with Marcus.”

“He seems nice.” Taehyung’s eyes slide to the side. “But…”

“He is. But he’s just a friend.”

“y/n…I’m not trying to stop you from moving on if you really need to. I don’t want to be that selfish, having you wait for me.” Taehyung flutters his eyes shut. “I just want you to be happy.”

“You’re the one that makes me happy.”

“I think….talking everything out…will help a lot.” Taehyung opens his eyes again, “I feel closer to you.”

“Me too.” You smile. “My mom would be really happy for me.”

“You can tell her all about it when she wakes up.”

“Taehyung?” you whisper his name, making him lean closer to you.

“Yes?”

“Don’t sleep on the couch tonight.” You blurt out. “Sleep with me.”

Taehyung leans away from you now, his expression turning conflicted. He gulps down his spit and takes a deep breath.

“I told you y/n. I am weak for you. I don’t think I can properly control myself.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” You roll your eyes, “I miss you. I miss you laying with me.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung stands from his chair, extending his hand out to you. “I miss it too.”

~~~~~~~

Waking up in the arms of the man you love is both heartwarming and heartbreaking. Taehyung is sound asleep as he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck, his grip on you tight and warm and so fucking loving.

This is one step closer isn’t it? To your happy ending. No, to your true beginning. He loves you. And you know the horror stories of love sometimes not being enough, but right now, it’s enough. This is absolute bliss. Being in his arms. And you want to just enjoy it.

“Mm.” you turn over in his embrace, he pulls you in closer and you let him. You don’t want to wake him. You don’t want this moment to end.

“I’m awake.” You jump a little, as he startled you. “Jumpy.” He yawns out.

“I thought you were out.” You shove your head into his chest, tightening your grip around his waist.

“I was but I just woke up.” He tells you, his head resting on top of yours. “I’m in no rush to get up, if that’s what you are wondering.”

“Maybe I was wondering…” you admit, your soft breaths hitting his bare chest. “I don’t want to let go of you.”

“Then don’t.”

“Don’t give me that kind of permission.” You chuckle. “Because then we will be here forever.”

“Forever doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Don’t tease me, Tae.”

“I would never.” Taehyung leans away from you and winks. “Oh.” His face drops and you wonder what’s wrong. “You’re…so pretty.”

“Stop that.” You lightly hit his chest and he shakes his head.

“No seriously, I want to go back to last night before you stopped me.” He tells you lowly.

“Stopped you?” but you know what he is talking about. Before you stopped him from kissing you.

“What did I say about playing dumb?” Taehyung darts his tongue out, “But no, this is good. I feel like we are good, right now.”

“You think so?”

“Time. Time is all we need.”

“Are you going to make me wait forever?” You bury your face deeper into his skin, “Because I will.”

“I’m not that selfish.” He tells you under his breath. “At least I hope I’m not.”

“Thank you.” You scoot away from him, getting a look at his sleepy face. “For coming here with me.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t let you do this alone.”

You slowly blink at him, your big eyes gazing into his. He wets his lips with his tongue before leaning into you, you tilt your head up until you two are just an inch from the other.

“I won’t tease you anymore.” Taehyung says softly. “I will try to keep it as…platonic…as possible.”

“No more risky texts?” you chuckle, your eyes falling to his lips. “No more suggestive words?”

“I’m working on it.”

“No more thoughts?”

“No, I will be having thoughts.” He admits, “But I won’t tell you about them.”

“that doesn’t sound fun.”

“When I can give you all of me…I will unload all my thoughts, I promise.”

“Taehyung?” your eyes find his again. “Do you…do you see your future with me?”

“y/n…I don’t think that is something I can answer right now.” He sighs, “Remember…day by day.”

“I—”

Suddenly, your phone begins buzzing on your night stand, interrupting you. You pull away from Taehyung and reach out for the device, your fingers searching for it. Finally, you grab the phone and bring it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“y/n.”

It’s Ellie. You sit up in bed, worry gracing your features as you wait for her to continue.

“Mom woke up.” She tells you quickly. “She’s awake.” The crack in her voice lets you know she is on the verge of tears.

“What?” You shake your head frantically as a smile begins appearing on your lips, you look over at Taehyung who is now sitting up as well. “She’s awake?” Then you lock eyes with Taehyung, “Mom woke up!” you tell him excitedly.

“Yeah….” Ellie sniffles. “But she….”

“But she…?” your smile begins dropping as you hear the tone in Ellie’s voice. “Ellie?”

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