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artsekey · 5 months

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Disney's Wish

Look, Disney's Wish has been universally panned across the internet, and for good reason.

It’s just…kind of okay.

When we sit down to watch a Disney film—you know, from the company that dominated the animation industry from 1989 to (arguably) the mid 2010’s and defined the medium of animation for decades—we expect something magnificent. Now, I could sit here and tell you everything that I thought was wrong with Wish, but if you’re reading this review, then I imagine that you’ve already heard the most popular gripes from other users across the web. So, let me focus in:

The biggest problem with Wish—in fact, the only problem with Wish—is Magnifico.

Whoa, that’s crazy! There’re so many things about Wish that could’ve been better! The original concept was stronger! The music was bad--

I hear you, I do. But stay with me here, okay? Take my hand. I studied under artists from the Disney renaissance. I teach an adapted model of Disney’s story pipeline at a University level. I spent a ridiculous amount of time getting degrees in this, and I am about to dissect this character and the narrative to a stupid degree.

First, we need to understand that a good story doesn’t start and end with what we see on the screen. Characters aren’t just fictional people; when used well, characters are tools the author uses (or in this case, the director) to convey their message to the audience. Each character’s struggle should in some way engage with the story’s message, and consequently, the story’s theme. Similarly, when we look at our protagonist and our antagonist, we should see their characters and their journeys reflected in one-another.

So, what went wrong between Asha & Magnifico in terms of narrative structure?

Act I

In Wish, we’re introduced to our hero not long into the runtime—Asha. She’s ambitious, caring, and community-oriented; in fact, Asha is truly introduced to the audience through her love of Rosas (in “Welcome to Rosas”). She’s surrounded by a colorful cast of friends who act as servants in the palace, furthering her connection with the idea of community but also telling us that she’s not of status, and then she makes her way to meet Magnifico for her chance to become his next apprentice.

Quick aside: I'm not going to harp on Asha as a character in the context of Disney's overall canon. Almost every review I've seen covers her as a new addition to Disney's ever-growing repertoire of "Cute Quirky Heroines", and I think to be fair to Asha as an actor in the narrative, it serves her best to be weighed within the context of the story she's part of.

As Asha heads upstairs for her interview, we're introduced to the man of the hour: Magnifico. He lives in a tower high above the population of Rosas, immediately showing us how he differs from Asha; he’s disconnected from his community. He lives above them. He has status. While the broader context of the narrative wants us to believe that this also represents a sense of superiority, I would argue that isn’t what Magnifico’s introduction conveys; he's isolated.

Despite this distance, he does connect with Asha in “At All Costs”. For a moment, their goals and values align. In fact, they align so well that Magnifico sees Asha as someone who cares as much about Rosas as he does, and almost offers her the position.

… Until she asks him to grant Saba’s wish.

This is framed by the narrative as a misstep. The resonance between their ideals snaps immediately, and Magnifico says something along the line of “Wow. Most people wait at least a year before asking for something.”

This disappointment isn't played as coming from a place of power or superiority. He was excited by the idea of working with someone who had the same values as he did, who viewed Rosas in the same way he does, and then learns that Asha’s motivations at least partially stem from a place of personal gain.

Well, wait, is that really Asha's goal?

While it's not wholistically her goal, it's very explicitly stated & implied that getting Saba's wish granted is at least a part of it. The audience learns (through Asha's conversation with her friends before the interview) that every apprentice Magnifico has ever had gets not only their wish granted, but the wishes of their family, too! Asha doesn’t deny that this is a perk that she’s interested in, and I don't think this is a bad thing.

So, Is Asha’s commitment to Saba selfless, or selfish? I’m sure the director wanted it to seem selfless, wherein she believes her family member has waited long enough and deserves his wish granted, but we can’t ignore the broader context of Asha essentially trying to… skip the line.

Then, we get our first point of tension. Magnifico reveals his “true colors” in snapping at Asha, telling her that he “decides what people deserve”. This is supposed to be the great motivator, it’s meant to incite anger in the audience—after all, no one gets to decide what you deserve, right? But unfortunately for the integrity of the film and the audience's suspension of disbelief, at least part of Magnifico’s argument is a little too sound to ignore:

Some wishes are too vague and dangerous to grant. Now, there’s visual irony here; he says this after looking at a 100 old man playing the lute. The idea that something so innocuous could be dangerous is absurd, and the audience is meant to agree.

... But we’ve also seen plenty of other wishes that might be chaotic—flying on a rocket to space, anyone? The use of the word vague is important, too—this implies wording matters, and that a wish can be misinterpreted or evolve into something that is dangerous even if the original intent was innocuous. His reasoning for people forgetting their wish (protecting them from the sadness of being unable to attain their dreams) is much weaker, but still justifiable (in the way an antagonist’s flawed views can be justified). The film even introduces a facet of Magnifico’s backstory that implies he has personal experience with the grief of losing a dream (in the destruction of his home), but that thread is never touched on again.

What is the audience supposed to take from this encounter? If we’re looking at the director’s intent, I’d argue that we’ve been introduced to a well-meaning young girl and a king who’s locked away everyone’s greatest aspiration because he believes he deserves to have the power to decide who gets to be happy.

But what are we shown? Our heroine, backed by her friends, strives to be Magnifico’s apprentice because she loves the city but also would really like to see her family's wishes granted. When this request is denied and she loses the opportunity to be his apprentice, she deems Magnifico’s judgement unfair & thus begins her journey to free the dreams of Rosas’ people.

In fairness, Magnifico doesn’t exhibit sound judgement or kindness through this act of the film. He’s shown to be fickle, and once his composure cracks, he can be vindictive and sharp. He's not a good guy, but I'd argue he's not outright evil. He's just got the makings of a good villain, and those spikes of volatility do give us a foundation to work off of as he spirals, but as we’ll discuss in a bit, the foreshadowing established here isn’t used to the ends it implies.

While I was watching this film, I was sure Magnifico was going to be a redeemable villain. He can’t connect with people because he's sure they value what he provides more than they value him (as seen in “At All Costs” and the aftermath), and Asha’s asking for more was going to be framed as a mistake. His flaw was keeping his people too safe and never giving them the chance to sink or swim, and he's too far removed from his citizens to see that he is appreciated. Asha does identify this, and the culmination of her journey is giving people the right to choose their path, but the way Magnifico becomes the “true” villain and his motivations for doing so are strangely divorced from what we’re shown in Act I.

Act II:

His song, “This is the Thanks I Get!?” furthers the idea that Magnifico’s ire—and tipping point—is the fact that he thinks the people he’s built a kingdom for still want more. Over the course of this 3:14 song, we suddenly learn that Magnifico sends other people to help his community and doesn’t personally get involved (we never see this outside of this song), and that he’s incredibly vain/narcissistic (he's definitely a narcissist). I think feeling under-appreciated is actually a very strong motivation for Magnifico as a character-turning-villain, and it works very well. It’s justified based on what we’ve seen on screen so far: he feels under-appreciated (even though he’s decidedly not—the town adores him), he snaps and acts irrationally under stress (as seen with his outburst with Asha), and he’s frustrated that people seem to want more from him (again, as seen with his conversation with Asha in Act I).

But then… he opens the book.

Ah, the book. As an object on screen, we know that it's filled with ancient and evil magic, well-known to be cursed by every relevant character in the film, and kept well-secured under lock and key. But what does it stand for in the context of the narrative's structure? A quick path to power? We're never told that it has any redeeming qualities; Magnifico himself doesn't seem to know what he's looking for when he opens it. It feels... convenient.

I think it's also worth noting that he only turns to the book when he's alone; once again, the idea of connection and community rears it's ugly head! Earlier in the film, Amaya-- his wife-- is present and turns him away from taking that path. In her absence, he makes the wrong choice.

This decision could make sense; it contains powerful magic, and if it were framed in such a way that the people of Rosas were losing faith in Magnifico’s magic, as if what he can do might not be enough anymore after what they felt from Star, going for the book that we know contains spells that go above and beyond what he can already do would be logical. Along the lines of, “If they’re not happy with what I do for them, fine. I, ever the “martyr”, will do the unthinkable for you, because you want more.”

It would keeps with the idea that Magnifico believes he's still trying to help people, but his motivation has taken his self-imposed pity party and turned it into resentment and spite.

But, that’s not the case. Instead he talks about reversing that “light”, which has had no real negative or tangible consequences on Rosas. Everyone had a warm feeling for a few seconds. Again, it’s meant to paint him as a vain control freak, but… he hasn’t lost any power. The citizens of Rosas even assume the great showing of magic was Magnifico.

Act III

Then, we get to the consequences of opening the book (and perhaps my biggest qualm with this film). The book is established as being cursed. Magnifico knows it, Asha knows it, and Amaya—who is introduced as loyal-- knows it. The characters understand his behavior is a direct result of the book, and search for a way to save him. This is only the focus of the film for a few seconds, but if you think about it, the fact that his own wife cannot find a way to free him of the curse he’s been put under is unbelievably tragic. Worse still, upon discovering there is no way to reverse the curse, Magnifico—the king who built the city & “protected it” in his own flawed way for what seems to be centuries—is thrown out by his wife. You know, the wife who's stood loyal at his side for years?

It’s played for laughs, but there’s something unsettling about a character who’s clearly and explicitly under the influence of a malevolent entity being left… unsaved. If you follow the idea of Magnifico being disconnected from community being a driving force behind his arc, the end of the film sees him in a worse situation he was in at the start: truly, fully alone.

They bring in so many opportunities for Magnifico to be sympathetic and act as a foil for Asha; he’s jaded, she’s not. He’s overly cautious (even paranoid), she’s a risk-taker. He turns to power/magic at his lowest point, Asha turns to her friends at her lowest point. Because this dichotomy isn’t present, and Magnifico—who should be redeemable—isn’t, the film is so much weaker than it could’ve been. The lack of a strong core dynamic between the protagonist and antagonist echoes through every facet of the film from the music to the characterization to the pacing, and I believe if Magnifico had been more consistent, the film would’ve greatly improved across the board.

I mean, come on! Imagine if at the end of the film, Asha—who, if you remember, did resonate with Magnifico’s values at the start of the film—recognizes that he's twisted his original ideals and urges him to see the value in the people he’s helped, in their ingenuity, in their gratitude, & that what he was able to do before was enough. Going further, asking what his wish is or was—likely something he’s never been asked— and showing empathy! We’d come full circle to the start of the film where Asha asks him to grant her wish.

Pushing that further, if Magnifico’s wish is to see Rosas flourish or to be a good/beloved king, he'd have the the opportunity to see the value in failing and how pursuing the dream is its own complex and valuable journey, and how not even he is perfect.

The curse and the book (which, for the purposes of this adjustment, would need to be established as representing the idea of stepping on others to further your own goals/the fast way to success), then serve as the final antagonist, that same curse taking root in the people of Rosas who’ve had their dreams destroyed, and Asha works with the community to quell it. Asha’s learned her lesson, so has Magnifico, and the true source of evil in the film—the book—is handled independently. Magnifico steps back from his role as King, Amaya still ends up as Queen, and Asha takes her place as the new wish-granter.

This route could even give us the true “Disney villain” everyone’s craving; giving the book sentience and having it lure Magnifico in during “This is the Thanks I Get!?” leaves it as its own chaotic evil entity.

All in all, Magnifico's introduction paved a road to redemption that the rest of the film aggressively refused to deliver on, instead doubling down on weaker motivations that seem to appear out of thin air. Once the audience thinks, hey, that bad guy might have a point, the protagonist has to do a little more heavy lifting to convince us they're wrong.

Look at the big-bad-greats from Disney's library. There isn't a point in the Lion King where we pause and think, "Wait a second, maybe Scar should be the guy who rules the Pridelands." Ursula from the Little Mermaid, though motivated by her banishment from King Triton's Seas, never seems to be the right gal for the throne. Maybe Maleficent doesn't get invited to the princess's birthday party, but we don't watch her curse a baby and think, Yeah, go curse that baby, that's a reasonable response to getting left out.

What do they all have in common? Their motivation is simple, their goal is clear, and they don't care who they hurt in pursuit of what they want.

Magnifico simply doesn't fall into that category. He's motivated by the idea of losing power, which is never a clear or impactful threat. His goal at the start seems to be to protect Rosas, then it turns into protecting his own power, and then-- once he's corrupted-- he wants to capture Star. The problem is, there's no objective to put this power toward. Power for power's sake is useless. Scar craves power because he feels robbed of status. Ursula believes the throne is rightfully hers. Maleficent wanted to make a statement. Magnifico... well, I'm not really sure.

#wish #disney #review #magnifico

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edenavari · 4 months

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On the Matter of Mirrors

Eddie is still trying to convince Steve he and Nancy are made for each other. It comes up, like, everytime they hang out, which is all the time, because Steve couldn’t stay away if he wanted to. He doesn’t, but he also wishes Eddie would quit trying to set him up with someone else.

‘Cause, like, here’s the thing. Steve likes girls. He also, he realized sometime after Robin came out to him, quite likes boys. He likes Eddie. Like… Really likes him. Practices pick-up lines in front of the mirror kind of like. Wears a little more black and tousles his hair just right to give himself a subversive edge he never used to have, just the right amount to trigger a subconscious response without appearing to be tweaking his fashion sense at all. Has mastered the art of wearing eyeliner without looking like he’s wearing it, and it took him a fucking while to work up the nerve to go out like that, not that anyone but Robin noticed.

But Eddie just will not drop the Nancy case, no matter how many times Steve tries to stir the conversation away from her, and between his budding crush and the crushing fear that it’s never gonna be anything but one-sided, between the slightest of sore spots Steve still sports about the way things with Nancy ended in the first place and the bitter edge of never managing for something to start with Eddie after weeks of efforts, it’s beginning to grate, right?

“So what’s the problem?” Eddie insists, bounding circles around Steve like an eager puppy, and something in Steve’s ribcage snaps.

They’re in Steve’s room studying when it comes up once a-fucking-gain. Eddie is taking accelerated summer classes so he can finally graduate by September, and by some inexplicable fuckery of fate, despite Steve’s own dirt poor records, he’s turning out to be a decent tutor. Something about Eddie managing to focus in a way a classroom environment never allowed him to. Maybe because most teachers and over half the student body were openly hostile at worst and aggressively ignoring Eddie at best, all because of his last name or his tattoos or his loud brassy cheek.

All the same, Eddie does get distracted fairly easily, and an hour in, he’s bounced off the bed and started rattling reasons Nancy Wheeler is definitely Steve Harrington’s soulmate. Steve groans noncommittally, gets up to grab his water from the desk and takes a long swallow as Eddie keeps needling him.

“You’re the problem, Eddie,” he all but snarls, when he really meant it to come out exasperated at worst.

He snarls, though, and Eddie stiffens, his eyes going cold and hurt and the corner of his mouth turned down in anger.

“Right,” he says, and it sounds so casual Steve thinks he won’t make a big deal of his tone after all. Fool’s hope. “I’ll get out of your perfect hair, then,” Eddie spits out as he makes for the door, only Steve stands in his way, hands up in surrender.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that,” he starts.

“No, you’re right, it’s none of my business,” Eddie interrupts, but he steps back, gesturing wildly as he speaks. “It’s not like we’re even friends, you just got saddled with me because of Dustin. We saved the world together? Big deal! My involvement was incidental, really, more of an inconvenience than any kind of help. Why would you want my opinion, of all people’s, right? Even by this point. Get out of my way, I’ll quit stepping on your toes. Go on!”

“I don’t want you to go, Eddie,” Steve tries again.

“Just want me to shut up, is that it? Not really my strong suit, you might have noticed.”

Steve can’t help smiling. “I have noticed.”

It only seems to rile Eddie up even more, throwing his hands out and making to step around Steve again. “Man, what do you want from me?”

“Is this allowed?” he breathes out, extending the last word beyond its scope.

Which puts him within reaching distance of Steve, who grabs him by the lapels of his jacket and presses him, careful not to jostle him too bad but firm enough to counter his manic strength, against the wall. He doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything, just presses a touch too close, lets himself imagine that he’s going to close the distance entirely, cocks his head and licks his lips and hangs there in a way he hopes spells it out for Eddie without inducing any kind of panic.

Eddie, hands still up at shoulder height, lets out a little huff close to a whimper when his back hits the wall, bracing himself for a hit that would never come, and maybe some part of him knows this, because he doesn’t look scared or angry anymore, just kind of confused with a side of grief, and it doesn’t take two seconds for him to start to look intrigued, maybe even, if Steve allows himself a little optimism, interested.

His lips part on a sharp inhale, and they’re close enough to smell each other’s skin, and Eddie’s eyes drop to Steve’s mouth, a little watery and out of focus, edging forward in a way that could just be a twitch, just a consequence of holding his breath the way he is, plausibly deniable, subconscious no doubt, only when Steve mirrors the movement, he does it again, gaze moving up and down from Steve’s eyes to his lips and back and back again without blinking, until twitch by twitch their noses graze and their mouths connect and Steve closes his eyes and concentrates on maintaining that seal over Eddie’s plush, pliable pout, because if he didn’t focus, he’d be way, way overeager for a first kiss.

He moves back after several seconds with a shaky exhale, swallows as he finds Eddie’s eyes again. His blood is thrumming in his fingertips, somehow he feels both cold between his shoulder blades and warm down to his toes, and if Eddie looks at all put out he thinks he might never manage another mirror in his life.

The look on Eddie’s face is pure disbelief.

Steve shrugs, not quite settled on the matter of mirrors. “I thought you made a point of breaking the rules?”

A glint starts to wake in Eddie’s eye that’s looking more delighted by the minute.

“Just as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone.”

“We’re in the clear, then,” Steve whispers, leaning in, just a smidge.

Both of Eddie’s hands sink into his hair as he pulls him into another, much steamier, kiss. Steve lets his fists fall from Eddie’s lapels and knot over his back instead, lets his mouth drop slightly open, an invitation Eddie wastes not a second to follow through on, teeth scraping and back arching like he wants to sink all the way into Steve, and by the time they’re parting, breathless, cheeks flushed, mouths stinging, Steve’s one hand is braced against the wall, holding himself up, knees too weak to do the job on their own.

“I thought you could barely stand me,” Eddie heaves.

“I can’t,” Steve admits. “You drive me nuts. Just not how you thought.”

Eddie frowns, suddenly serious.

“You should forget all about Nancy.”

Steve frowns too. “That so?”

“Hm-mm. She’s taken, man. And not all that. You need to move on.”

“Damn,” Steve sighs. “Am I being desperate?”

“Pathetic,” Eddie nods, barely a whisper against Steve’s lips, and they break into smiles in tandem. “Forget all about her,” Eddie repeats.

“Who?” Is the last word Steve gets out. Then he’s busy enough he really does forget.

When he fixes his hair in the bathroom mirror in the morning, he walks away with a wink.

Give us a kudos, if ye dare x

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neobomb · 7 months

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give into things i (dont) want to [mark lee] - the sequel

Toxic! (yandere ish) possessive/jealous! bsf!Mark x super innocent!virgin!reader Warnings: dark and triggering content, mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, manipulation, forcing??, unprotected sex, corruption kink, noncon, fingering, creampie, MDNI, smut smut smut

part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. please read part 1 before this [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Your best friend Mark doesn't like it when you go out on a date. © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Mark, please stop.” You manage to briefly break free from the heated makeout session, gasping for air, but Mark's kisses quickly silence your attempted words. Mark was deaf to your pleas, seemingly lost in his own desires. You knew that Mark wasn’t listening. He had stopped listening long ago.

Drawing from the waning strength in your limbs, you shove him away with all the force you could muster, breaking free from the kiss completely this time. His piercing gaze locks onto yours, capturing the unmistakable signs of defeat etched across your expression.

“I can’t believe what you just did, Mark.” Tears began to well up in your eyes, clearly betraying the turmoil and distress his actions had caused you.

“Your first kiss, wasn’t it?” Mark narrows the distance between you, his gaze intensifying and growing darker with each fleeting second. He just took away the one thing you were scared of losing in such a meaningless sense, your first kiss. There you were, the picture of innocence, overwhelmed with panic and stress at the realization that reality had strayed far from how you desired your first kiss to be. Adorable but pathetic, Mark thinks to himself.

“W-why?” Your words falter, catching in your throat, as your chest starts to rise and fall with rapid, uneven breaths.

“I thought it was obvious.” He cups your face tenderly in his hand, his thumb softly sweeping away the tear that had escaped down your cheek. “I tried to show you because you were too blind to reason. This is what I feel for you, I’ve done so much for you, Y/N. And still… I would do anything for you, and yet… you still push me away.”

“Mark” You say his name in a soft whisper. He truly has a way with words, tugging at your heartstrings and stirring such sympathy within you that you found yourself on the brink of kneeling before him in desperation.

“I refuse to be your friend if it means I can’t have you, Y/N.” With a gentle touch, he swept a stray strand of hair from your face and tenderly tucked it behind your ear. The raw desperation evident in his gaze conveyed the sincerity of his emotions for you.

“But Mark… I hate to choose between our friendship and this… Whatever this is.” You swallow nervously, pressing yourself more firmly against the wall, wishing fervently to simply vanish into nothingness.

“Well, I’ll spare you the burden of making that decision, Y/N.” And in that moment, he pushes your body further against the wall with such force that your body trembles from the pain. He goes in for another hungry kiss. He bites down on your lips with force, leaving a faint metallic taste behind.

Slowly, he places kisses along the nape of your neck, cascading shivers down your spine. “Can’t believe you went behind my back and chose Jaemin” he whispers angrily. His voice, now carrying a more ominous undertone, yet filled with a so much jealousy. Softly, His hands move under your skirt, ripping your panties apart, leaving your virgin cunt exposed.

He brushes one finger up and down your clit until your pussy starts to glisten from the wetness that forms. You feel your body tense up from the sensation, one you’ve never felt before. It leaves your pussy clenching around nothing, drawing a sharp, involuntary gasp from your lips.

“You’re so fucking pure, Y/N. So… untouched… All for me to destroy.” he parts your legs with his hands, pushing your thighs so far apart that you feel an uncomfortable stretch. He teases his fingers around your cunt until he slowly pushes it into you. A powerful feeling courses through you, igniting a powerful surge of pain that permeates through your body.

“Mark, I’m really scared.” You can’t do anything but moan out your pleas. Mark’s eyes search yours as he holds your legs as far apart as possible. His fingers start to pick up the right pace as you feel the pain disappear into pleasure.

“So fucking pretty” Mark whispers against your lips, still maintaining eye contact with you. Your moans ring throughout the room as the feeling intensifies. Your brain foggy from breathing in his breaths.

He abruptly pulls out his finger from your cunt and moves you to bed, firmly pressing your back onto the mattress. He grabs your buttoned-up shirt by the collar, making it rip apart as the snatched buttons bounce onto the floor. Immediately, he goes in with his hand behind your back to undo your bra. Too eager to remove the bra straps off your shoulders, he pushes your undone bra up, leaving it hanging above your exposed breasts. He dives face first into your tits, lips in search of your nipples.

“Hmm” he moans as he starts sucking on your hard nipple, twirling his tongue around it.

“You’re perfect, Y/N. You’re made for me.” He releases his mouth from your nipple, the suction making a hard pop sound. Once again he pulls your legs far apart to have full access to your glistening cunt. You hear the sound of his pants unzipping, sensing that he is preparing to line his cock up to your core.

“Mark, please. Be gentle." You exclaim with a voice laced with panic, making him grow harder. He gave himself a few more light strokes as he positioned his cock at the entrance of your cunt.

“Baby” he gives you a peck on the lips before pushing his dick into you without any warning, making you shut your eyes in discomfort.

“That is what you get, baby, for even thinking the thought…” Your walls stretch around his length, leaving a burning sensation. “…that Jaemin could have you…”

“Mark..” you moan, desperately hoping that he picks up on your pleas. But he moves gently, just like he promised. Your body is on full display right in front of him and his eyes devour the sight of his dick sinking into you. That thought alone makes every fiber of his being tense as he fights the urge to not show you any mercy.

“So fucking tight. All mine.” you could feel your juices oozing out of you, coating his cock as he slowly thrusts. The pleasure has now turned you into a crying mess. Desperately grabbing onto his arms from the intensity.

“What were you even doing with that other boy, huh?” As Mark perceived your increasing ease, he holds your legs up and picks up his pace. Your moans only grow louder from the sensation as he hits the spot that brings you closer to the edge.

“I know you’re about to come. I can feel you clench...” He continues to keep his rhythm steady, chasing after your climax. “Come for me, baby.” and with that, you shut your eyes hard and reach your climax. A sensation beyond memory, unparalleled by any you've previously experienced, takes over you as you feel your body twitching in pleasure.

He makes sure to ride out the pleasure, savoring it for as long as he can. You feel Mark's strokes become sloppy, digging his nails onto your hips so roughly.

“I’m going to cum-” he says, before reaching his own climax, releasing his load right inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He leaves his cock inside of you as both of your breaths echo through the silence of the room.

"You're all mine now" Mark presents you with a disconcerting smile. The amusement in his eyes did not lie.

At this very moment, you have given into his deep desires. Mark finally gets his way after all... like he always does....

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indigogvf · 5 months

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Need

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: mentions of SA!!! smut (minors dni), alcohol. If I missed anything please let me know!

Summary: You and Jake have never seen eye to eye, but when a guy creeps you out at his house party, does that change?

A/N: awful summary lol sorry I’m so tired and have been wanting to post this for ages. This is not as good as I wanted it to be, or as long, but I do not have the patience for that. For some reason the ideas were just not flowing for this fic, so I feel like it’s kinda jumpy. Sorry about that!! Also, my requests are open!! Anyway, enough of me yapping. Enjoy!!

This was not your thing; parties. It’s not that you hated them, but a nine pm bed time meant a lot more to you. Drinking made you sleepy. However, parties are especially not your thing when Jake is there. Even more so when they’re hosted at his house.

Much like tonight.

You can’t deny Josh’s puppy dog eyes for very long though, and you weren’t going to let one person ruin your night. He’s hosting the party anyway, so he has much more important things to worry about than trying to piss you off. You thought.

You thought wrong. As always.

The night begun smoothly. You felt confident and sexy, your dress hugging you in all the right places. You weren’t planning on getting into anyones pants tonight, but it felt nice to know you could. With that being said, you also felt nervous. You and Jake couldn’t get along at all; you can be civil when needs be, but it never lasts long. If you can’t get along sober, you doubt adding copious amounts of alcohol is going to have a positive impact.

You made your rounds of everyone, making sure to say hi to the people you knew; also making sure to keep well away from Jake. You and Jake have been holding the battle of “who can be the meanest” for quite some time now, and you honestly can’t even remember how it started, but you strongly disliked him. You’re both extremely stubborn, so as much as you feel bad for feuding with your best friends’ brother, you wouldn’t be caught dead making amends. And neither would he.

Obviously your first point of call after saying hello was getting yourself a nice, strong drink. A necessity, in your opinion. Definitely a necessity when jake’s around. You’d already lost Josh, who you came with, and you were now left to fend for yourself. You did know a good amount of people, but everyone knew everyone else more than you knew them, so you weren’t really sure where to start.

You wondered back to the main event, scouring the room for someone you know well enough to join their conversation. As you were looking around, you caught the eyes of Jake. His shirt was buttoned up by two buttons, max. You couldn’t quite see due to the darkness of the room. Speaking of, he’s wearing sunglasses. What a douchebag you thought. I mean, seriously? Sunglasses? In an almost pitch black room?

His hair was falling nicely, though. The sunglasses were giving his hair something to flow against, and it was framing his face well. It doesn’t matter how much you hate him, you will always be jealous of his hair.

He smirks at you, mischief written all over his face. You roll your eyes and move on. You promised Josh you wouldn’t argue with Jake tonight, and you really did feel bad. You know how hard it is for them to navigate this.

However, Jake had other intentions. He started walking over; you knew you were well within your rights to walk away, but you also knew that this would happen at some point, so you might as well get it over and done with.

“You look cute.” He mentioned sarcastically, gesturing to your dress.

“Thanks. Wish I could say the same about you.” You retorted with an eye roll, taking a step away from him. You wanted as much distance between you as possible.

“Oh, c’mon. You and I both know you like what you see.” He suggested with a cocky smirk, pointing at himself. He took a step closer, closing the space between you that you had just made.

“Seriously? You have that big of an ego? Take a look at yourself for once. You’re wearing sunglasses in a dimly lit room. Could you look like more of a dick?” You replied, taking a sip of your drink. You knew he enjoyed this a lot more than you did; you were easier to piss off.

“Look at myself? Look at you! You look like you’re begging to take someone home in that dress.” He laughed, throwing his head back. ‘Always so dramatic’ you thought.

“Yeah? Well at least I could take someone home if I wanted to, which I don’t, for the record. You can’t, not when you look like as much of an uptight prick as you.” You argued. You felt like steam was coming out of your ears. He always had to dig deep. Every time.

He began responding, but you had already started walking away. Like you said, you’d promised Josh you wouldn’t argue with him tonight, so you really didn’t want it to go any further.

You spot danny and Sam and take this opportunity to distract yourself. “hey guys, you having fun?” You asked as you waved at them.

“Hey y/n, did Josh ditch you? Already?” Sam queried, turning to face you. Danny sniggered beside him in response.

“Well, yeah. But I promise that’s not why I came to chat.” You knew that whatever Sam was suggesting was just a joke, but you also knew that if Josh hadn’t of ditched you, the overwhelming joy you felt when you saw them probably wouldn’t have been as intense.

“Yeah, whatever. How’s things with Jake? I see you’ve continued your feud.” Danny joined, subtly looking over to Sam. They know exactly how to wind you up. You will never understand how they find the humour in this situation; if it was the other way round, you would’ve grown impatient a long time ago.

“Yeah, but that’s done for the night. I’m really not in the mood for it to carry on tonight.” You said as you grabbed your drink to take another sip, taking a seat next to danny.

“Are you ever in the mood for jake, though? You say that every time, and every time the feud continues.” Sam giggled.

“You know, he’s right. How did this ‘feud’ even start? I can’t quite remember.” Danny said. Him and Sam were now laughing a little too hard considering how unfunny their comments were. At least you didn’t find them funny.

“You know what guys, maybe I will carry it on. Just for you.” You remarked, pointing your finger at both of them to further emphasis your point.

“Oh, we would love to see that.” Laughed Danny, turning to face you completely.

“Maybe you should just fuck it out. I mean, if all of our mutual friends can agree on that, maybe we’re right.” Sam added, without laughing. He was serious. He seriously suggested you ‘fuck it out’. With his brother.

“You guys suck. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to grab another drink.” You began walking away as they laughed; obviously happy with themselves for managing to wind you up.

You made your way into the kitchen, your eyes landing on a guy stood in the corner. You smiled politely as you walked past him to make your next drink. “You on your own?” He asked. Are. You. Serious. You thought. You were not in the mood for this.

“Uh, no. My friends are just in the living room, where everyone else is.” You said bluntly. You hoped that gave him the hint that you were definitely not interested.

Obviously, it didn’t.

“Your ass looks beautiful in that dress.” He said boldly as he took a step closer, looking you up and down.

“Thanks, but I’m not looking for any of that tonight.” You smiled in an attempt to soften the blow, whilst taking a step back.

“C’mon, you can’t wear a dress like that and not want some attention.” He laughed, reaching his hand out to brush your arm. You quickly retracted.

You were starting to panic slightly as it was clear he wasn’t getting the hint. “I’m okay, really.” You reiterated, taking another step back. You were now against the counter, awaiting his next move.

As he started to take a step towards you, Jake walked into the kitchen, pausing as he witnesses the guy come closer to you; again trying to reach out and touch your arm. He flicks his eyes to you, and you look at him with pleading eyes. You really hope he can see what you’re trying to tell him.

“Hey, what are you doing, man?” Jake asked, flicking his eyes between you as he walked further into the kitchen.

“That’s none of your business, man.” He mocks, drawing his attention back to you.

“It is when it’s my house. Did she tell you she was interested in you before you cornered her?” He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He folded his arms and leaned on the counter, raising his eyebrows as he impatiently waited for his response.

“Well, I- no, but-“

“Enough said. Get off of her and get out of my house.” He spoke with a steady tone, pushing himself off of the counter and moving out of the way, further prompting the guy to leave.

You breathed out, not even realising you were holding your breath. “Thank you so much.” You sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to ground yourself.

“Yeah, are you okay? Did anything else happen?” He asked with panic laced in his voice. He walked over to you and moved his eyes over you to check that you were okay.

You looked up at him. His eyes were laced with concern and worry; they looked softer, It was different. He always looked at you with such annoyance, but you liked this. “I’m okay. Thank you, Jake.” You replied. You really were okay, but unwanted men coming onto you will never get less daunting.

“I’m sorry that happened. If you need anything, you let me know. My bedroom is upstairs to the right if you need some quiet.” He said softly as he ran his hand through his hair, letting it fall back into place.

You were taken back, to say the least. You and Jake were never nice to each other unless absolutely necessary, but even then you were still throwing dirty looks around like there was no tomorrow. It was a moment of clarity. You would see Jake acting somewhat similarly to others; always so kind and caring. But never towards you. You wondered what it would be like to not dislike him so much, and to actually get along with him. Although this only gave you a small taste of that, you liked this a lot more than hating him. You still hated him though. You’re way too stubborn to admit that you might like him, even to yourself.

“Thanks. I’m okay, I promise. I always get shaken up when this type of stuff happens. I just need another drink.” You laughed a little, trying to soften the mood slightly. You picked up your cup and started to fiddle with it. You felt too awkward just standing there.

“Yeah, sure. Help yourself. Do you want me to stay with you and then help you find josh? So you’re not on your own again?” He suggested as he walked past you to get a drink out of the fridge.

What the fuck? You thought. You knew Jake could be nice, but you never expected him to be this caring. Not in a million years.

“Uh, yeah, actually. Would that be okay? I don’t want to steal you from your own party.” You mumbled, starting to pour a concoction of various kinds of alcohol into your cup.

“Of course. I know where he is, so it shouldn’t take long.” He reassured you with a soft smile, brushing past you to find a bottle opener for his drink.

You grabbed your drink and went with Jake to find Josh. Once you found him, you said your thank you’s to Jake and walked over to Josh.

“Was that Jake? Were you just with Jake? Did you just smile at Jake?” He asked, an excited grin on his face. He got up from his seat, eager to find out if your battle with Jake has finally ended or not.

“Yes, yes, and yes. Some guy was being a massive creep and Jake saw and kicked him out. He was really sweet, actually. It was weird.” You said, taking a sip of your drink whilst stealing Josh’s seat.

“Does this mean you both like each other?” He said, completely disregarding the small mention of the creepy guy; you didn’t blame him, though. This was exciting for him. His smile widened as he got more eager by the second.

“No. I still hate him.” You said firmly. You were not admitted the fact that you maybe, slightly like Jake. Not happening.

“Ugh, c’mon, y/n. You know he can be nice, you’ve seen it yourself. He’s even been nice to you now. Without any prompting.” He pleaded as he sat on the edge of the table opposite you.

You leaned back against the sofa and sighed. You looked at Josh’s face and you could see he was desperate for this to finally be over. “Okay, fine. I don’t like Jake. However, I’m not as inclined to gauge his eyes out when I look at him anymore. Happy?” You reasoned.

He shook his head and smiled. “Fine. This is a starting point, then.”

“Sure. You can call it that if you’d like.” You giggled. It was clear he was a little frustrated, all he wanted was his best friend and brother to get along, but it was fun to wind him up sometimes.

As the night went on, people slowly startled to filter out the party, only leaving a few people. You were thinking about jake, and how he helped you. You wanted to repay him, so you took yourself to the kitchen and began clearing up some of the used cups. You figured he would appreciate this, since no one likes cleaning up the morning after whilst morbidly hungover.

You were nearly done when Jake walked in. He paused in the doorway, “What are you doing?” He asked, not moving.

“Oh, hi. I’m just cleaning up a little bit. Thought it might help you out tomorrow when you’re hungover.” You stated, smiling at him and continuing to throw away all the trash laying around.

“You don’t have to do that.” He began to walk over and attempted to take the bag from your hands. You pulled your hands away.

“You didn’t have to help me earlier.” You looked up at him and sent him a reassuring smile. You really wanted to help out.

“How are you doing after earlier?” He asked, ignoring your previous statement.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you helped.” You replied, setting the bag down on the floor when there was no more trash left on the counters.

“How are you getting home?” He wondered, picking up the trash bag and moving it to the doorway so he could take it out later.

“Oh, I was just going to get a taxi.” You said as you fiddled with your rings, again feeling awkward with this new tone of conversation between you.

He shook his head, “No, you can stay here.”

“Why do you care how I get home?” You retort. It came out slightly harsher than you expected, and he took a step back.

“Why do i care?” He repeated. “Look, we might not see eye to eye, but what happened to you tonight wasn’t okay. He might not have done anything, but who knows what might’ve happened if i didn’t show up at the right time. I know you know that, and I also know that you’re going to have overwhelming anxiety about getting into a taxi, by yourself, at night. I’m not willing to let you do that whilst you’re also drunk and vulnerable. What kind of person would that make me if I didn’t care?” He said, raising his voice. He began to walk away from you, making his way out of the kitchen.

You rushed over to him, grabbing his hand to pull him back into the kitchen, “Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I guess I’m just used to keeping my guard up around you.” You apologised, looking up at him. You realised you were still holding his hand, so you hesitatingly let go. You’d never really been this close to him, and you weren’t complaining. You studied his features, moving your eyes around his face.

“I know, me too. I’m sorry for shouting, it’s just annoying because I was being nice, and you sort of threw it back in my face.” He said as he did the same to you; studying your features.

You wondered what it would be like to kiss him, or what his calloused hands would feel like against your bare skin, or how he would feel insid- stop. You still hate him. You thought.

He wondered the same about you. He wondered how soft your lips would feel; how you would taste. He was willing to find out. In a moment of boldness, he began to move closer to your lips. He was getting closer, closer, clo-

“Hey guys- wait a minute. Did I just interrupt something?” Josh said as he walked into the kitchen, a smirk beginning to spread on his lips.

You both moved away from each other, not wanting to let on that you were making up with each other; or whatever you were doing. You weren’t really sure what just happened.

“No.” You both spoke at the same time.

“I was just clearing up, and then Jake came in. That’s all. What were you going to say?” You stuttered. You fiddled with your rings again, looking down at your hands.

“Oh. Well, I’m going to bed. I’m staying here tonight by the way, Jake.” He turned around and made his way out of the kitchen and upstairs to the spare room.

You giggled at Josh as you turned round to face jake again. “So, am I staying here, too?” You asked. You felt bad asking, but he was pretty clear on his opinions about you getting a taxi.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want.” He responded. He reached his hand to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. He obviously felt nervous. Or awkward. Probably awkward, you assumed.

“Yeah, thanks. Can I take a shower?” You asked. You felt gross, you always did after drinking. You noticed his eyes move over you, sparking a warm feeling in your belly. You tried to push the feeling away, not prepared or ready to feel this way about him on such short notice.

“Yeah. The bathroom is upstairs, opposite the top of the stairs. The towels are in the cupboard next to it.” He replied whilst pointing upstairs. Neither of you moved, you just started at each other. You were both equally as confused at what happened before Josh interrupted. Was it a moment? Was it not a moment? Who knows.

After a few seconds of painfully awkward silence and staring, you left to go upstairs and take a shower. You found the towels in the cupboard that Jake mentioned, and turned the shower on. You adjusted the temperature so that it was a little warmer, and peeled off your dress. It felt good to get it off of you; you never found tight dresses as the most comfortable option.

You tied your hair up in a bun after seeing the stingy amount of options for shampoo. You also didn’t fancy sleeping in wet hair. You stepped in and immediately relaxed at the feeling of the water hitting your back, making every effort to not get your hair wet. You took your time washing yourself, not wanting to leave the warmth of the shower. Your mind wondered to Jake. You’d always thought he was attractive, but you were never attracted to him. Probably because he was never nice to you. But after tonight, after seeing the caring side you’d only ever observed, you felt differently about him. It was hard to dislike him as much when you had been on the receiving end of his selflessness and kindness. You wondered what this meant for your relationship with him. Were you still enemies? Or were you walking into new territory with him? You weren’t sure.

Eventually, you decided to get out and began drying yourself. You wrapped the towel around you and tried to find Jake to ask where you would be sleeping, and if he had any clothes for you to wear. Both questions which should’ve been asked before you got in the shower, you realised. You found him in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed in just his trousers. You’d never seen him shirtless, and you’d never say no to seeing it again; that’s for sure.

You knocked gently on the door despite it being open, to let him know of your presence. He looked up and raked his eyes down your figure. You felt exposed.

“Hey. I was just wondering if you had anything for me to wear, and where I was sleeping?” You asked, speaking gently to not wake Josh up.

“Uh, yeah. You can sleep in here, if that’s okay with you. I’ll find you some clothes to wear, just give me a second.” He said, getting up from his bed and making his way to the chest of drawers to find some clothes for you.

“But where will you sleep?” You asked, feeling confused as you watched him dig through his clothes.

“On the couch downstairs. Here, you can wear this top. You can wear these pyjama bottoms if you want, but they’re a little big on me, so they’ll probably be big on you, too.” He muttered as he handed the pile of clothes to you. Your hands brushed together, the small amount of contact bringing back the warm feeling in your stomach. Stop. You thought.

“No, I’ll take the couch. I can sleep anywhere, it’s okay.” You responded, moving your hand to the top of your towel to stop it from slipping.

“Honestly, just take the bed. Take it as my formal apology for the last however many years of shit.” He smirked, attempting to make a joke out of the ‘however many years’ of torture.

“Oh, we’re apologising now?” You countered, returning his smirk.

“I think it’s about time, don’t you? Anyway, it’s your turn now. I just made my apology.” He said as he moved closer to you, leaning on the doorframe.

“Not to erase all of our progress, but that was not a very good apology.” You argued. God, he looked good without a shirt. You thought.

“I think it was a great apology. I’m offering you to sleep in a nice, warm, comfortable bed.” He retorted, gesturing to the bed behind him.

You shook your head and laughed. “It didn’t even include the word “sorry”, Jake.”

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry, y/n. Better?” He said, still sporting the same smirk.

You wanted to kiss him. You’d been trying to ignore this fleeting thought since you were in the kitchen together, but it was becoming insufferable. You squeezed your legs together at the sheer thought of him touching you.

“Better.” You responded, “I’m sorry, too. Truly.” You said, setting the tone to something more serious than before. You had less of an issue apologising to him now that he had initiated it, but you were so ready for this battle to be over between you.

He stared at you, not really knowing where to go from here. He also really wanted to kiss you; he thought you looked good in only a towel, and imagined how easy it would be to remove it. He imagined how you’d look underneath it, having to stop himself from finding out. He could see the swell of your breasts under the towel and felt himself starting to get hard. He saw your eyes flick down to his lips and linger there, before moving back up to his eyes. Does she want this, too? He thought. He took this as a signal that you felt the same and leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

You were in shock. You had been wanting this, but you did not realise he wanted it, too. You leaned into the kiss, feeding your hands into his hair. You tugged it at the roots slightly, earning a little groan from Jake in response. This felt so wrong; but it made sense. You wondered if all of your friends were right; maybe it was just built up sexual tension.

His hands moved round your waist, squeezing at your skin. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip begging for entrance, which you granted. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling and grabbed his arms, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You needed him, and he needed you just as much. You felt his hard-on press against your lower stomach. You could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of him inside of you, and reached your hand down and palmed him through his trousers. He sucked in a breath and pulled away, “Stop. Are you sure you want this?” He asked with concern and desperation written all over his face, pushing you away from him slightly.

“Yes, Jake.” You whined. You didn’t mean for it to come out like that; you were aiming for a steadier, firmer tone, but you found it hard to care, It’s not like you weren’t getting a little impatient.

He leaned back in, kissing you with more passion than before. He moved his hands to the top of the towel, silently asking you to take it off. You obliged, taking your hands away from his neck and unravelled it, letting it slide down your body.

He moved his eyes over your body, groaning at the site of you. “Fuck, you look so pretty.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and kissing you again.

You moved your hands to his belt a second time, undoing the buckle and chucking it on the floor. You undid the buttons and he slid them off, stepping out of them and kicking them out of the way. You saw his growing bulge through his boxers; you wouldn’t be lying if you said your mouth started watering at the sight. You wanted to taste him.

So you did just that. You got down on your knees, using his thighs as an anchor to ensure you didn’t keel over; that would be embarrassing. He looked down at you, his jaw slack and his hair draped around his face. He took his hand and gently cupped your cheek, slowly guiding your head forward. “You want a taste, baby?” He whispered, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nodded your head yes whilst you took your hands to the tops of his boxers, he stopped you. Again.

“Words.” He demanded, tightening his grip on your jaw.

“Yes, I wanna taste you.” You muttered, still gripping his boxers.

He nodded, giving you permission to carry on. You slid his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. There was pre cum dripping out of the head, and you swear you almost started dribbling at the sight.

You leaned forward, his hand still pressed against your face, and licked up the side. He took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, moving his hand so that he could grip your hair.

You took the head into your mouth, sucking gently. You wanted to tease him. You moved down slowly, hollowing your cheeks ever so slightly. “Ah, fuck. Don’t tease.” He uttered. His breathing was starting to get irregular as you continued down his length.

He was getting impatient. He needed to be inside of you, and you were taking too long. He moved his hand to the back of your head, edging you forward and testing the waters. You hummed around his cock, giving him approval.

He moved your head forward, forcing you to take almost all of him into your mouth. He was huge; to say the least. You hollowed your cheeks as much as you could as he created a rhythm for you. You moved your hand from his thigh to the base of his cock, jerking him off slowly as you took the rest of him in your mouth.

He hit the back of your throat and you gagged around him. His hand faltered as he threw his head back, “Jesus, y/n.” He growled, pulling your hair harshly. You could start to feel him pulsing in your mouth, and you knew he was getting close. He was panting, at this point. His hair was sticking to his face and his jaw was slack. He looked hot, and the need you’ve been feeling for him has just increased by an obscene amount.

Almost as if he could sense your increasing desire, he pulled you off of him. “I nearly couldn’t stop myself.” He admitted sheepishly whilst he helped you off of your knees, bringing you in for another kiss. He could taste himself on your tongue; he could’ve come if he carried on, the images of you on your knees flooding his head.

“Get on the bed.” He uttered, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it onto the floor. You obliged, swaying your hips as you walked over to the bed.

He joined you on the bed and pushed your legs further apart, “Now it’s my turn to taste you. You want me to taste how sweet you are, honey?” He whispered as he placed soft kisses around your dripping cunt.

You moaned at the sheer thought of his mouth on you, “Yes, please.” You whined, moving your legs further apart as a way to prompt him.

He liked a stripe down you, causing your hips to buck into his mouth at the sudden sensation. You grabbed his hair in your hands, tugging slightly. “Eager, are we? I’ve barely even touched you.” He taunted, smirking to himself at the thought of getting you so worked up.

Your cheeks turned a crimson colour from embarrassment. “Please, do something. I need you.” You pleaded. It was getting too much now; you just needed something, badly.

“Be patient.” He muttered into you, pressing his mouth against you again. He circled your clit with his tongue, and with no warning, pushed his fingers into you; setting a relentless pace. The noise you made was inhuman, and as a reminder of the sleeping beauty next door, Jake smacked his hand on your thigh. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to hide the noises coming from you.

The rate at which he was pumping his calloused fingers was sending you to the edge at an embarrassing pace; he could feel you squeezing his fingers, “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He asked, somehow pumping his fingers even faster than before.

He sucked on your clit, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You were trying to speak, but you were sure your words were incoherent. Your orgasm was imminent; you were bucking your hips, desperate to come. His fingers hit a particular spot within you, and a wave of pleasure crashed into you full force. You were chanting his name like a mantra, though you were sure it made no sense. He took his fingers out of you and began lapping you up, striving to collect every little bit of your orgasm on his tongue. “So sweet.” He groaned.

You tried to push his head away; but he was stronger than you and carried on. “Can you give me another one? I know you can, sweet girl.” He prompted, pushing his fingers back inside of you and, yet again, setting a relentless pace.

“I need you, Jake.” You begged, still trying to pry his head away from yourself. You threw your head back into the pillows as the slight pain of overstimulated faded, being replaced with pleasure. “God, Jake.” You moaned.

“You gonna come around my fingers again, hm?” He taunted, placing his mouth back on your clit straight away.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes.” You whimpered, feeling your second orgasm approach quicker by the second.

“See? I knew you could do it for me.” He remarked, “C’mon, sweet girl. You can do it. Just one more and then you can have my cock, yeah?”

His words of encouragement egged you on, and you pulled at his hair in an attempt to bring him even closer. He groaned into you; the vibrations sending you over the edge. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut. You were beginning to wonder why you hadn’t listened to your friends because you did not want to wait any longer for him, and you were already half way there.

He pulled his head away, and slowed down the pace of his fingers, slowly working you through your high. He climbed on top of you, and the cold metal of his necklaces touching your chest sent a chill down your body.

You leaned in, starting a heated kiss with him. You couldn’t get enough of him; eager to feel him inside of you. He moved down to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking harshly. You arched your back into him, “Please, Jake. Please, I need you so badly.” You cried, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You moved your hand down to his cock and stroked him softly, “you want my cock, baby?” He uttered, trying to conceal the groan he let out from such a delicate touch.

“I can’t take it any longer, I need you, Jake.” You demanded, quickening your pace on his hard cock. He could’ve come right there and then; the combination of your touch and your shameless begging making it hard to control himself. It was painful, and he wondered how he didn’t just fuck you up against the wall the second you removed the towel.

He removed your hand, replacing them with his own, giving himself a few languid strokes before guiding it to your entrance. “You sure about this?” He asked, his tone switching from demanding to concerned.

“Jake, if you don’t fuck me right now, I might go insane.” You stated, looking up at him with pure desperation. You genuinely thought you were going to combust with how impatient you were getting.

He needed no further confirmation, and thrusted into you. You yelped at the feeling of him; the burning sensation from his cock stretching you out catching you off guard.

“Shit, y/n. You feel so good. So ready for me.” He panted, setting an unforgiving pace. His thrusts were deep, and reached all the right places.

You wrapped your arm around his back and dug your nails into him, needing something to grip onto. He groaned at the feeling, gripping the sheets beneath him. You could feel yourself getting closer already, and so could he, “Are you close? I can feel you- fuck, I can feel you squeezing me.” He groaned into your neck, “I wont last much longer if you keep doing that.” He moaned as he started to suck on your neck, leaving reminders of tonight for tomorrow.

You tried to respond, but the immense pleasure you were feeling caused your mind to go blank. You were trying to hold your orgasm off; not wanting this to end, but to no avail, your third orgasm came crashing down. You dragged your hands down jakes back, most definitely leaving scratches for him to discover tomorrow. He fucked you through your high; not faltering once, whilst whispering sweet words of encouragement into your ear, “you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

You came down from your high, feeling utterly fucked out. “Can you do one more for me? I know you can- fuck, just one more, please?” He said, his steady facade slipping in an instant.

“Jake, I can’t. It hurts.” You pleaded. On one hand, you never wanted this to end. But on the other hand, you were exhausted and the overstimulation hurt.

He moved his hand down to your clit, circling his fingers around it quickly. “You said that last time, and you did. Stop being pathetic.” He growled, leaning his head into your chest to start sucking on your nipple.

Pain turned into pleasure; as usual, and your fourth orgasm was fast approaching. “You can do it, please do it.” He begged, his hips faltering as he tried to hold off his orgasm. “I need to feel you come around my cock.” He pleaded, quickening his fingers which were circling your sensitive clit.

He toyed with your clit faster, silently pleading with you to hurry up.

It worked.

Although not as intense as the last three, you were still sure you were sent to some other dimension as your fourth orgasm hit you. You could feel jakes hips faltering as he fucked you through your orgasm, whilst also keenly chasing his own.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come, y/n. Where do you want it?” He asked, his face screwed up and seconds away from coming.

“Inside! Please, I wanna feel you fill me up.” You urged as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

His hips stopped, and he let out a guttural moan that you wish you could play on repeat. You pulled his head away from your neck, trying to see his face as his come filled you up. His hair was stuck to his face with sweat, and his cheeks were a crimson red.

He collapsed on top of you, his heavy breaths heating you up even more. You brushed his hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ears, wanting to see his fucked out face.

He rolled off of you and got up to the bathroom, leaving you on your own to reflect on what just happened. When he came back, he had a wash cloth and kneeled beside you to clean you up. “You okay?” He questioned gently, stroking the outside of your thigh.

“Yeah. Just tired, is all.” You replied, smiling at him. He thought you looked cute; sprawled out on his bed looking all fucked out and tired.

He discarded the cloth and came to lay next to you, pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your leg around his waist, and absentmindedly started to draw patterns on his bare chest.

“Thank you. For helping me earlier.” You mentioned quietly. You felt bad. Now that you had seen, first hand, just how caring he is, you felt bad for the way you had previously treated him.

“Look, y/n,” he sighed, “I’m not a bad person. I know we haven’t gotten along for some time now, but it doesn’t feel good to think that you assumed I’d ever leave someone to fend for themselves in that type of situation; or any type of bad situation. I personally think I just adequately apologised by making you come four times, but I think you’d disagree. So, I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you, and for all of the comments I’ve made towards you. I’ll be honest, I’ve seen the way you are towards others; the real you, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that. Now I know that you’re a great person, and always have been.” He confessed, stroking your hair softly. You were overwhelmed, to say the least. You never expected to make up with Jake so fast; let alone going from hating him, to having sex with him, all in one night.

“I’m sorry, too. I know, and knew, you weren’t a bad person. If we’re sharing secrets now, I’ve wanted to make it up to you for a while, but I was too stubborn. I would agree that you adequately apologised, but hearing you say the words made it a lot better. The best apology I’ve ever received, if you will.” You giggled softly, admiring his face. He always thought you were attractive, but seeing you in this knew light made it different for him. He wasn’t just attracted to the way you looked anymore, but you as a person, too.

You wondered what this meant for both of you. You knew you at least liked each other now, but you wanted to know him. The small taste of the real Jake you had gotten tonight was simply not enough.

“What does this mean for us? Are we friends now?” He queried, a frown appearing on his face.

“I’m not sure. Why don’t you take me out to dinner and we can find out?” You countered, your heart rate increasing at your sudden boldness. He stopped stroking your hair and looked at you with a grin.

“Deal.” He agreed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. You pulled away, nuzzling your head into his chest with a giddy smile plastered on your face.

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 1 year

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Better Late Than Never - Nikolai Lantsov

Summary: Nikolai returns to unexpected events regarding his brother and his childhood best friend.

Content Warnings: Vasily. No Beta/Proof Reading.

So I figured I posted 10 Tolya ones, I'm going to post one for my husband, the love of my life, the man of my dreams, by darling bastard prince, Nikolai.

He hadn't changed. Not in the years he had been away. Nikolai still looked exactly the same. The same clever persona that he wore around those he built it for. The same balanced tone he had practiced for years before perfecting. That same damned smile that was far too mischievous to exist in this surrounding, these rooms filled with important people who barely knew how to do anything that mattered.

You had almost hoped that he would've changed, or he would've been different to what you remembered him being, because seeing him like this, the same as you remembered him, was the hardest thing you'd ever had to do. Your Nikolai, late to the party, in more ways than one.

Vasily was so quick to pull you over to greet him, all laughter and welcomes, you didn't get a chance to speak. Nikolai stared at you as his brother spoke, you guessed it was to do with the unnecessarily extravagant attire you were wearing which was very out of character, or why you were within any distance of Vasily by choice.

"Brother, I am guessing no one has told you the good news," Vasily's tone was joyful but in a calculated type of way that made Nikolai very nervous. He couldn't understand what you were doing here, he was glad to see you, but you had only ever been on the grounds because he had asked you to be, you had often said these walls felt too high and you felt trapped into a life you didn't need reminders of. So why were you here?

"We are short on good news these days, so please go ahead," Nikolai said trying to keep his eyes on his brother, stop them wandering back to you.

"Well, I am betrothed," Vasily gleamed, his gaze turned back to you and Nikolai suddenly understood with blinding clarity exactly why his brother was being so chipper. "Or should I say we we are betrothed?"

Nikolai didn't hear much of what Vasily has to say after that, he just gives small nods as his brother talks a while more, eyes continuously darted to you, trying to read the situation, you tried to avoid his gaze. You had missed Nikolai dearly, and in his absence so many things had spun out of control, you had done nothing but wish for his return, but now he had it filled you with a strange uncertainty, a fear you didn't recognize.

Finally Vasily was pulled away by a member of the court and for the first time, you were left alone with Nikolai. "I missed you Kolya," were the first words you could muster.

"He proposed," Nikolai met you with and you frowned. No niceties and cat and mouse with Nikolai, then again you shouldnt have been suprised, it was always like that with him. The Puppy Prince never expected you to play games with him, or so you'd always thought. But all his time away, you'd forgotten what such directness felt like. It would've been a relief, had the topic not been one of such burden.

"I wouldn't say proposed as such," you said lowering your voice, "it was more of a demand than a question."

"And you said yes?" Nikolai asked.

"I said nothing, I thought that be the safer option, safer than explaining how I dare turn down a prince," you explained.

"You'd be surprised how easily that comes to some," Nikolai gave you a grin, the type you remember from the years of back and forth with him, and for a moment you can forget where you are, and why, you can even forget the reason you're talking. But only for a moment.

"He took my silence as a yes, and I'm in no position to correct him," you raised your arms gently in a gesture to the whole room, "so here I am." The displeasure behind your perfectly practiced demeanour was clear to Nikolai now, as it always had been in all the years passed.

"This is not what you want," Nikolai said as if it could be a revelation of any kind and not some natural statement of fact.

"No Nikolai," you teased your voice dripping with the sarcasm that Nikolai himself was so fluent in, "I dream of nothing more than to be married to your boorish, pigheaded, wanton brother who sees me as not an equal or a companion or even a bride but as a simple toy to steal away from you. Please, let me be married faster."

In all their years of friendship, Vasily had envied Nikolai and you, the one thing that Vasily could not easily take and make his own. "Careful, love, that sounds treasonous," Nikolai says, the laughter in his voice but you sense the parts of him missing. The parts filled with concern for you.

"Please, charge me, and then I can be free of him, if only in death," you smiled, so forced, and Nikolai let the facade slip.

"You are truly so unhappy?" Nikolai asked.

"Can you imagine a world in which being with your brother could make me anything less than miserable?" You asked.

"I'm sorry," Nikolai managed, truly at a loss for what to do. "I know you never intended to marry."

This acknowledgement suprised you, not least of all because it wasn't true. "What do you mean?"

"Just that you had never once seemed interested in those who wished to court you, and if I remember there were plenty," Nikolai tried to brush it off but there was something else in his voice when he spoke. Jealousy?

"That had nothing to do with my desire to marry," you stated. "I wished to marry Nikolai. I wish still to marry. I just never was asked by someone whom I would want to be my husband. The men I would wish to marry, seemed to never care to ask."

Vasily beckoned you with a hand, and you sighed deep, knowing your limited time without him was quickly ending. But something you said struck Nikolai and you could see it on his face. You were marrying Vasily, and Nikolai would likely be returning to wherever he came from soon enough, and it would likely be another five years or so before you saw him again, if the war ever ended and the Darkling didn't slaughter you all. But maybe, being engaged to the prince was enough to make you hope for that outcome, a short marriage and impending death. The thought brought a chuckle to your lips even if it never made it out of your mouth.

What could go worse now? What damage was their truly left to do, so before you depart to your fiance across the room, you turn to Nikolai to speak again. "I had dreamt of becoming a Lantsov for a very long time, Kolya," you admitted to him, "but I never once as much as entertained the thought I could be marrying your brother."

Nikolai is left in what you might believe to be the only moment you've found him without words to say as you made your way to return to your husband-to-be's side.

Nikolai watched you go, beyond lost. In all these years, he had assumed all your back and forth, all the flirtation, it was a pastime for you. That you wore charm like he did, as an armour. He had always believed your fluttered eyelashes and your gentle dalliance and teasing were not based in anything real. He had dared not to think of it, because as much as a prince may get used to hearing 'yes.' He was only the second prince, and a bastard at that if the rumours were to be believed. Anything he could want his brother could easily take from him, and would. So he had never let himself wonder. If your feelings had been genuine he wanted them to be for him and not his title or his lineage or his prospects. And they had. They always had and he had not seen it.

And now Vasily had done what Nikolai had feared regardless, seeing through the forest and the trees to what was so obvious that he had not considered it.

You.

You who now stood, unable to alter your position and overwhelmingly desperate to be anywhere but where you are, besides his brother.

There is nothing in that moment Nikolai would not do to fix it.

He must fix it.

Update: Part 2

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #vasily lantsov #grishaverse #nikolai x you #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfic #sturmhond #sturmhond x you #sturmhond x reader

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phoxey · 4 months

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Decide.

Lusher x Bebe!reader

This is part one, for part two click here

CW: Very angsty. toxic. homophobia.

AN: This is the Angst oneshot i promised my favourite Anon. Enjoy!

Seoyoung and you were known as the power couple within Bebe. You two had known each other since you were toddlers, your moms being best friends and neighbors. It was only natural for the both of you to become the same. You were best friends through both of your entire school careers. You two even started dancing together one day.

During Highschool you two got impossibly closer, through your family abandoning you as soon as you came out as a lesbian to them. Seoyoung’s family took you in and not much later you ended up confessing your feelings to your best friend, who promptly became your girlfriend. You became inseparable.

Your relationship wasn’t public, but SWF2 fans were quickly catching up on the sweet little interactions between the two of you. There were rumors about the two of you immediately after the first episode aired. But with the rumors, the comments started.

Lusher wouldn’t be with an ugly ass girl like her…

Fucking lesbians,,, so fucking disgusting

Lusher is wayyyyyyyyyyy too pretty…

Bada x Lusher >>>>> YN x Lusher

YN doesnt have a good character or visual… don’t know what Lusher sees in her.

And those were only the tame comments, that didn’t get filtered by the algorithm. You could also see the comments and DMs, that the public didn’t get to see. Wishing Lusher would break up with you, suggesting Lusher cheating on you with Tatter or Bada, death threats even…

They took a toll on your mental health, even though you knew that Seoyoung would never listen to the comments. She even told you to not mind them.

“It’s hard not to mind them. They are practically screaming it into my face.”, you sighed.

Seoyoung took your hand. “They will stop one day, I promise. After SWF2 is over, they will probably lose interest in us, so we just have to make it until then.”

She smiled gently and kissed your intertwined fingers as tears rolled down your face.

“We will get through this, okay? I promise.”, she said and you nodded slowly, giving her a weak smile.

But the comments didn’t stop or get less. They only got more.

They made you hyperaware of your every interaction with the members and especially Seoyoung. You tried keeping your distance and control your face around her. She usually always made you smile with her mere existence. But you couldn’t help hearing the comments. They were haunting your head, day and night.

Every time Seoyoung initiated intimacy you blocked her off, you weren’t in the mood. Not when the comments only said that she was too good for you.

During dance practice you were exhausted easily and hotheaded. You choreographed one part of the mega crew mission and were so short tempered that you even ended scolding Cheche and Kyma so harshly, that they ended up crying. Bada grabbed your arm and dragged you out into the hallway.

“What the hell was that?”, Bada said angrily.

“What? They kept making mistakes!”, you defended yourself.

“So? No reason to scream at them!”, Bada answered.

“I have explained it over and over. It’s not that hard, they should get it.”, you huffed.

“You know what? I think you can’t teach your choreography well right now. I think we should change the choreographer.”, Bada said.

You widened your eyes. “Bada! You can’t do that!”

“I can! And I will… I am the leader. And I will do what is best for all the girls. You are not in the right mind to choreograph.”, she said and went back into the practice room.

Frustrated you walked into the Bebe hideout and kicked against the couch and threw a pillow into the corner of the room. Fuming you stood there for a moment.

You heard the door open and felt arms wrap around you, but you immediately pulled out.

“Don’t touch me, Seoyoung.”, you hissed.

Pain was in her eyes. “Who are you?”, she whispered.

“Seoyoung, don’t fucking do this to me now.”, you groaned.

“Do what? It’s true! I can’t recognize my own girlfriend anymore!”, Seoyoung said calmly, her face changing from sadness to anger.

“Well, then maybe you should listen to your fans and finally break up with me, since I’m such an insufferable human being.”, you huffed.

“Please. Don’t be like that. You are being unfair.”

“I am being the unfair one? Really? I have been holding out! Silently accepting their comments. You don’t even see how the affect me. You just go around and enjoy their love and you happily pay the price. You pay for their love with my suffering! I think you are unfair.”

“Baby…”

“Don’t fucking ‘Baby’ me, Seoyoung. I have to watch you being friendly to the people that hate me.”

“It’s not like that. Please listen to me.”

“I listened enough. You don’t care about what they do to me.”

“I do! I just can’t change it! Not without admitting the rumors.”

“Then let’s go public. Defend me. Fucking fight for me. Just once.”, you said then.

Seoyoung shook her head, unbelieving.

“We would hurt Bebe if we go public. Just wait a little longer. After the competition, we go public. I promise.”, she practically begged.

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“No! I love you!”

“Then tell the world.”

“Baby, please. Bebe-…”

“Bebe or me, Seoyoung.”

Her eyes widened. “You are not doing this to me right now.”

“I am.”, your eyes were cold.

“You are joking.”

“Decide.”

#swf #swf2 #team bebe #lusher x reader #lusher #lusher lee

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spotsupstuff · 11 months

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you've mentioned that sparrows would have reincarnated as a slugcat?

would you mind elaborating on that?

also would they have met caper again after becoming all scuggy?

heehee

hoohoo hee :)c of course i'll elaborate! it is Her ✨ Fish's little best animal friend

wonderfully enough, Sparrows and the Tinkerer were developed completely removed from each other in my head, so Tinkerer still feels like a rather separate character from Sparrows even though they somehow wound up havin a lot of similiarities. exactly how the reincarnation stuff should feel like

the Tinkerer is Sparrows! and no character in-universe will ever find out. it isn't important. nobody but Tinkerer is affected by this, and Tinktink doesn't really have the means to speak about it. but for us behind the screens that know about this it will make Tinktink's interactions with the world just a lil bit more juicy

you've sent this at a good time, too! the day ur question came in i was actually pondering how to somehow make use of this reincarnation fact and not just let it float about as a lil bonus for the people that would know about this lil tiny ultimately unimportant connection

so, the idea: as we (probably) all know, Euros is going to end up developing the Rot. this is distressing for a large amount of reasons, but the main point rn is that Euros is also a secret archive of folklore of the lower circles in the Eo group, plus maybe even a little bit over the range's borders to the east (after all, there's two more groups right next door to him n he's a phone operator chief). Euros is going to die a slow painful death and he won't be able to care for or save his collection of knowledge, which somehow manages to hurt him more than the reality of his impending doom

maybe not so surprising, considering that in his archive are the stories, the history, the spirit of his late lover's home- a place he clung to for as long as he could, the one he spent the most time in with his overseers, the one that held people he constantly wished could be his citizens instead of the vile and fake *things* soiling the streets of Ales

so one day after the Fish has properly reconnected to the Eo group, is caught up on current events and trying his *damnest* to revive Mission Self-preservation even though it is guaranteed to be useless, Euros mentions the nightmare that he's living through

"I'm a dead man walking, carrying precious treasures of people that were never heard crying out. I've held them close and safely within myself for over two thousand years. And now, when I'm fated to rot through and splatter on the ground, I fear all this time will be for nought. That I will kill what I've been protecting for so long."

"Even if nobody ever reads these- learns of them, hears them out from above their graves- I can't bear the thought of losing them."

and well Fish DOES have a lot of beef with Euros, but at this point this bitterness is starting to give away to desperation and horror of the terrible torment waiting for them in the future. he might be stubbornly still trying with the Mission, but he would go against what makes him himself if he didn't acknowledge that they are all damned for good no matter what he tries. so he gives in to the pity and hails Tinkerer to his chamber

he explains to her what he needs her to do and tells Euros about the plan. Tinktink has to travel all of this distance

to get to Euros (basically walk through the whole Europe), but dammit, she helped one Iterator that became her closest friend, she will help another one (a different Gen 2 that she loved and dedicated her whole life to in a different life)

Fish sends her on her way with a hug and a plead to keep herself safe

it takes her over a month to get there even with the help of vehicles like the barely working trains and a remshackle sky-sail that Fish guided her through fixing in their free time together. when she gets on top of Euros' structure, the dejavus start to hit. she visits the Mechanics' home, her feet carrying her to the bedroom as if it was just another end of the workshift. she looks in the cupboards she- opened millions of times- never even touched. she walks outside and then down the path to the entrance into the Iterator she's- taken countless times- never set a foot on

she saw these halls so many times she can pin point where every screw is- she's never been here, she can't understand these giant beings, they are too complex for her animal brain. that specific rhythm of beeps and pumps and water rushing through metal veins has haunted- comforted- her in many of her dreams. the Tinkerer makes it to the chamber almost like on an auto-pilot

when she enters the chamber, the slugcat finds itself disappointed, scared, confused- this isn't what this place is supposed to look like (but how does she know what it is supposed to look like-?), this isn't how she left it (this is the first time she stands here, what are these thoughts). it's supposed to be brighter. warmer. why is the puppet's plating and skin damaged by time, where is it its vibrancy, why are its eyes so tired? there are panels missing from the walls ("it's got to be the results of that Fever i once made a proj- i can fix thi-! what?"), glowing artificial bronze robins fly about or sleeping on his shoulders, tiny Rot cysts pulsate from the cracks in the umbilical arm. where has the firebird in that halo gone off to?

Euros greets her joyfully ("oh what are you trying to play at, you goof. i've known you for so long, i can tell when something's wrong. what's hurting? why are you tired? i'll get you back into shape, doncha worry love.")

"Ah, you made it! Welcome to my chamber, adroit little thing."

"Please. Your journey was a long one. I hold no doubt a very dangerous one, too. I won't march you into the job immediately. Rest up."

Tinkerer thinks he's strange. but her legs are indeed hurting, the bag strapped to her is heavy. she curls up in the corner of the room and tries to get some shut eye. she almost falls asleep when Euros starts mumbling under his breath, shooting nervous glances towards the birds. five fingered hands tremble so badly the joints rattle like a child's toy. he's scary, when his shoulders hunch up like that and those tired eyes turn frantic. but it hurts so much to see him like that for some reason, more so than it is scary. so against the better judgement of a survivor, she softly coos at him

the puppet's head snaps to her, gaze cold. the mumbles increase in volume, allowing her to understand

"...I'll tell you what. I have another mission for you, little messenger. But it has to stay a secret between the two of us. Nobody would approve, especially not the one you belong to now."

something whispers that the puppet closing in is supposed to be a comfort. the larger part of the Tinkerer instead finds itself wishing to run away

"Are you aware of the Memory Crypts that lie beneath all of us City Bearers?"

cautious nod, back pressed against the wall

"Good."

#Spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #oc: the tinkerer #oc: caper of euros #euros has fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun at the end of his liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife

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ghostykapi · 11 months

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[m + t] i.

it’s easy to pretend for mina that everything is alright

it’s also easy to predict how she’ll end up on the couch tonight

“myoui mina” tzuyu calls out from the hallway, hands on her hips and eyes drilling holes into the japanese woman’s head as she enters their home “you’re late again”

mina nods but doesn’t reply, simply looking away from her wife, eyes guilty as she takes in the time she has returned home

12:52 am

“you are sleeping anywhere but on our bed” tzuyu simply states, turning around to go and finally sleep, leaving her dejected penguin wife in the living room

mina knows that tzuyu is never mad per say, but when your wife is cranky from the lack of sleep from work and from homesickness, maybe it’s best not to be late on your date.

mina and tzuyu.

married.

where do we start?

well, we start at the university, where mina meets tzuyu in the same elective, same after class organization and same dormitory building. they only see each other in passing for two years, right before mina graduates first

then we move on to first jobs, where mina meets tzuyu again everytime she takes the morning shifts at work. the smell of bread and coffee from tzuyu’s cafe swimming in her head as she always orders an iced americano and some form of bread

then through a mutual friend do their lives actually intertwine, where they finally talk in a party where mina and tzuyu escape from. the memory of eating and talking together in tzuyu’s car in a part forever engraved in their hearts

it only takes a two years for them to tie the knot and get married. it also takes another two years for tzuyu to wish that maybe mina should finally start finding other jobs that don’t ruin their already busy schedules

tzuyu knows this by heart, the same reasons why mina is stuck at work and why seemingly the distance keeps on growing

tzuyu just wishes she has a reason to be mad so it doesn’t feel so bad that when her heart is being crushed every time mina is late

so when she feels mina slip underneath the covers in the early morning, she doesn’t have the actual energy or heart to shover her away. mina wrapping her arms from behind and nuzzling herself into her wife’s neck, seemingly at peace even though she’s walking on a thin line of forgiveness

it’s quiet, no words needed to ask what’s on each other’s mind. only the sounds of the air conditioning system and the rumble of thunder filling the space between them

well except what ever mina says definitely woke tzuyu up from her half sleep state

“i uh gave in my 2 weeks notice”

mina’s job, while has amazing perks, is basically hell. the amount of paperwork needed to be done within each day takes a massive toll physically, mentally and emotionally. the only reason why mina hasn’t find time to find other jobs is because the time it took to find other jobs was simply too much on her schedule

tzuyu doesn’t say anything to this, knowing there’s more to the story than what it seems, but she let’s this go for tonight. there’s always breakfast to grill the actual whole story out of the tired penguin

so she turns around, holds a tired mina into her arms and whispers sweet nothings into her ear, fighting away any anxiety that seeps into her heart

“i’m sorry” mina’s tears have already dried up, but she can still feel her heart ache “i’m sorry i’m late again”

“it’s ok” tzuyu holds her tighter and closer, wishing to always protect her “i’m just happy you’re free now”

“i’ll bring you to that restaurant you wanted to always go” mina is stubborn and persistent to make it up, and more, to her beloved “i-i’ll even take you out on a date every night for the rest of our lives to make it up to you”

it’s only when mina feels tzuyu start to shake when she pulls back to look at her. her hands automatically wiping away any tears

“i love you” mina kisses away the tears, even if she’s starting to cry herself “i love you so much, i’m sorry i’m never on time on our dates”

“it took you two years to figure that out” tzuyu can’t be mad like this, she want to but it’s so hard to be mad at mina “you’re so mean”

“i know i know” mina cradles tzuyu’s face before kissing her “i’m here now, i’ll be here more, i’ll be with you forever”

#mitzu #chou tzuyu #myoui mina #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice hurt/comfort #twice scenarios #chou tzuyu scenarios #chou tzuyu imagines #chou tzuyu imagine #myoui mina scenarios #myoui mina imagine #myoui mina imagines

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falafel-the-falafel · 1 month

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Dear falafel,

The feelings of love that I hold in my heart for you run deeper than any ocean or sea. I just wish you could know how much you mean to me. If only you could hold me, then maybe you would feel my love and how it burns for you. If only you could hear my heart beat, then maybe you would understand the language of love it speaks to you. If only you could kiss me, then maybe you would taste my love for you. If only you could look into my eyes, the window to my soul, then you would know how true and honest my words are to you now!

If you want me as your true love as much as I want you as mine, then let it be. I give you my heart and ask nothing more and nothing less than that you don't break it. My love and trust are all I have to give to you, sealed with honesty. As time goes by, may they grow stronger and fulfill whatever your heart may desire.

If it pleases you, call me your love from this day forward, as I call you mine. I am your love and your best friend, too. As our bodies, minds, and souls combine, so do our hearts become one.

Hear this, my declaration of love from me to you. I love you, my angel, with all my heart, and I will never stop loving you. You are my life; you are everything to me. Though distance may keep us apart for the moment, you are embedded deep within my heart.

-Your Magnus Chase

Dear Magnus,

not one foolish mortal has bitten into my flesh in a way that has left me willing to let them have yet another bite, except you. You are the reason the chickpeas grow, the garlic buds, the unruly sea gifts salt to its worshippers, and so on. I feel your love, in the softness of your bite, the way it rips through me, carefully, almost gentle as a lover.

I’ve known you at your worst, at your best, and still, I fry to perfection, not one underspiced, not one misshapen. I live for your praise, in the subtle hums of contentment, the soft inhales of joy, I soak in it like the bubbling oil that scalds me, my sacrifice to meet your willing mouth.

and yet, I can’t help but worship you also. After all, what am I if not made for you?

if I had a heart, or a mind, I might know the answer, but yet, I am warm and unfeeling, except for you.

you send a burning hotter than any stove through me, a warmth that is soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the heat I’ve felt.

no distance can keep me from you long enough for me to forget you. I would sooner wither away from existence than forget your face, your name, your soul. I love you with a heat that burns harsher than a fryer, an oven, anything you can think of. And I can muster it. For you.

-falafel

#falafel time #🥺🥺🥺

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lilsluttyy · 1 year

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" how long do we have to wait "

✪ Ujishima Wakatoshi x masc reader

✪ warning: internalised homophobia , crying , fluff , light smut , angst

✪ highschool au

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You and Ujishima has been friends since you two were kids, mainly because of your family that is. You two share the same interest in volleyball , and it's the reason why both of you enroll into Shiratorizawa. People around you would always tease you two , saying how Ujishima and you look like a married couple. You would always deny it and laugh it off , but past these days you felt something grew in you. Everytime he would call out to you , you would feel butterflies in your stomach whenever he's by your side you feel flustered.

Now here you are looking at your own reflection, your family thought you that liking someone who is the same gender is very wrong. You've been ignoring this feelings from the beginning, whenever you felt flustered around Ujishima you would always remember what your family said. ' now listen to me son..being a homosexual is very wrong ' ' if we ever find out about you being like those disgusting people..we will disown you ' ' I am hoping you won't turn out to be a disappointment son '. Those words bounces back and forth within your mind , at one point you wanted to separate yourself from Ujishima to get away from these feelings.

When you stepped out of your house you were greeted by Ujishima , he muttered a good morning and you just smiled as a answer. " Waka-kun you always wait for me but you never let me wait for you " you pouted , he patted your head and just kept on walking. You felt your heart beating loudly , but it hurts so bad you just wished that this feelings disappeared. Tendou greeted you and Ujishima, he starts babbling about his day on the way to the gym for morning practice.

After practice we head back to class we separated from the rest , you sighed heading in your class leaving Ujishima behind. He then sat beside you , after a couple of minutes the teacher finally joined in. You didn't bother listening to whatever she was saying , Ujishima noticed that you were not paying attention he tapped your shoulder " you should pay attention.." you just looked at him with a blank face then nodded.

It was recess and you were sitting together with the team as usual , they would talk about they're classes and complain. Then Goshiki suddenly asked " Senpai are you and Ushiwaka-senpai dating? " Semi hit Goshiki's head , before you could chime in Ujishima beat you to it " it's not ideal for a guy to date another guy.." he answered and went straight back to eating.

' well I've got my answers..' you didn't really know why were you shocked at his response, the whole team went silent but Tendou broke the silence with his story. You didn't have an appetite anymore, Shirabu noticed the change in your behaviour " Senpai are you not hungry..? " . You didn't want him to worry so you just smiled " ah..I don't think I have an appetite for now.." you then stood up and excused yourself. You just wanted to hide , you head towards the bathroom.

You stopped your tracks , tears were dripping down your face once you were at the bathroom you locked yourself in one of the stalls. " What did I expect from him..of course he would say that.." you whispered to yourself, you just felt disgusted by yourself " why can't I be normal why and I like this.." you couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

When you return to your class , your teacher had arrived already you went to him and apologize for your tardiness and went to sit down. " are you ok..? " you heard Ujishima asked , you decided to ignore those feelings once and for all but in this decision you decided that you need to keep your distance from him. You just hummed and payed attention to the teacher , Ujishima knew something was wrong your eyes looked puffy and red but when he asked you about it you either shrug it off or just told him to mind his own business.

You changed these past few days, and everyone notice it. It started when you told Ujishima to stop waiting for you in front of your house. As much as you like it , it's for the better you drifted away no matter what he do to be close to you , you would always find a way to run away from him. You stopped hanging out with the team during recess when it was volleyball practice you only talk to him if it was for help or friendly match. Ujishima was worried about you, he was worried that it might be something he said.

Whenever he visited your house along with his parents , you would avoid making eye contact with him and excused yourself. Sometimes your parents would ask about this but as usual you would just shrug it off , telling them you just needed to be alone for now.

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A/n : there will be part two

#x male reader #modern haiku #x male reader angst #male reader sad

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SFW Alphabet: Jerome Valeska

,,I‘m more than a man. I‘m an idea, a philosophy. And I will live on in the shadows, within Gotham‘s discontent“

This is so corny o my god

A= Affection

How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Okay so of all the metaphorical rock stars you could meet in Gotham, Jerome's da choice if you're looking for someone to give you a lot of affection

One way he uses to show you his affection is physical contact. He loves to kiss and hug his S/O. Especially in public, he likes to wrap his arms very tightly around your waist to spread kissies all over your face

Moreover this man wastes no opportunity to tell you & others how great you are. He is thrilled with you, worshippes the ground you walk on and has zero shame in admitting it

If you like to be given gifts, he would also fulfill those wishes, even if he can't really relate to that, in view of the fact that he simply prefers physical closeness over material things

B= Best Friend

What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

Your friendship started either in Arkham or in the circus:

• You came to his attention in Arkham. Either he's heard a lot about you and you're entertaining enough to keep around , or you've been otherwise interesting and made him curious

• You approached him in the circus. Maybe you saw that he was beaten up by his mother and felt sorry for him, so you decided to take him under your wing

No matter what option it has been, you're now part of Jerome‘s plans and you better take part in them because bores are not appreciated. Be prepared to be dragged into dangerous shit and watch your buddy slap his ass in goofy suits before swinging it on a cannon to kill an orphan

C= Cuddles

Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Aw hell yes. Since his Love-Language is physical contact, he likes nothing better than to lie in the, in his eyes, godlike arms of his S/O. It gives him a feeling of warmth and love, feelings he has been missing all his life. He feels a sense of security to be so close to you

Jerome’s probably the type of guy that likes to lay on his S/O to rest his head on their chest.

Preferably, they crawl through his red hair, too

But, however, he wouldn't mind turning it around so that you can lay their head on his chest

Apart from that, he likes to grab you by the waist to pull you onto his lap. Now you‘re sitting on his lap, which is btw obligatory

D= Domestic

Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

No, that probably wouldn't be possible, at least not in Gotham. Thanks to his insanely long criminal record, you'd never be able to stay in the same place for long and would have to move frequently. Besides, he's not used to living in one place for more than a few weeks, since he grew up in a circus

Yet in the places where you would live, living together would be surprisingly pleasant. At least as far as the household is concerned

(As I’m not sure whether you would find the dragging of hostages and corpses very funny)

His mother was away time and time again for nights on end, which made him have to take care of himself once in a while for years. As well this kid was condemned to take care of the dishes while his begetter was banged by a clown next door or to take care of giant elephant crap in the very very freezing winter

So he is used to cooking and cleaning

However, my incredibly professional advice would be, to not leave him unattended in a kitchen. Relying on him to clean up messes is also something to avoid

Nevertheless cooking together so that someone has an eye on which buttons he pushes, on the other hand, is something that might even be fun

E= Ending

If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do that?

Depending on his reasoning, he‘ll act

If you've become boring, he'll distance himself from you further until you hear nothing more from him personally. Or he simply makes off straight away

As a substitute he decides to make sure you’re fun again by making a pig of you in front of his cult

But if you betrayed him, he'd probably give you a clean shot in the head. On the one hand as a short-circuit reaction, on the other because you were important to him. Alternatively he would be so merciful and forgive you after abundant psychological punishments

F= Fiance(e)

How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Since he‘s head over heels about you, he sees nearly ridiculous many advantages in a wedding and would have no doubts about it

You‘d share a last name (preferably his), you would wear his, stolen from a jeweler, ring and you'd be officially his. What more could he possibly want?

(Needless to say that he couldn’t be more indifferent to the legal benefits)

If it were up to him, you could marry him almost right away. He believes that what you have is special and that it will last forever, so why not seal this thing?

G= Gentle

How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Physically, he'd be quite cautious at first, but would squeeze tighter and tighter over time when he hugs you. Seeing as when he wants physical contact, he wants it as tight as possible. Very tight. The kind of tight where you struggle with breathing

Emotionally, you're safe with him when you feel like a piece of trash. He'll want to cheer you up, offer himself for a hug, after all he knows how it feels to be alone

He wouldn't even hesitate if something bigger was needed, such as huge fireworks or another terrorist act

Jerome tries his best to be emotionally gentle. After being abused all his life, he’s used to suppressing his feelings, only to explode at some point, which he tries to avoid with you

But in any case, it‘s certain that he would never raise his hand against you

H= Hugs

Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

Oh definitely. Physical contact is very important to him and he won‘t let it be taken away

As I mentioned in the column above, he loves tight hugs. As soon as he has the chance, he’ll wrap his arms around you and hug you TIGHTLY from behind. Or very TIGHTLY from the front. Or he'll pick you up TIGHTLY and start spinning around

He also insists that he is the one to break up the hug, which he sometimes really takes his time to do

I= I love you

How fast do they say the L-Word?

He says what he thinks, and that includes when it comes to tell you how he feels

Once he is aware of his feelings, he wouldn‘t hesitate to tell you that he loves you. On the contrary, he would like nothing better

My man would also have no problem telling not only you, but all of Gotham about it. I mean he wouldn't brand "I LOVE YOU, YN!!!!" into Gotham's skyscrapers, that's too corny for him, but there‘s no universe where he would deny it

J= Jealousy

How jealous do they get? What do they do when they‘re jealous?

Once you've entered his sight picture and he has decided that he wants you, he sees you as his

And it's really not hard to tell that he's not going to share you with anyone

His jealousy can take on enormous proportions, to the point that he'll do anything to keep you all for himself

Not like his brother, he wouldn’t plan ahead to get his competition out of the way. He would solve the dilemma like a reasonable, grown ass man

Very publicly and very dramatically

His target will be stalked, humiliated and killed in a hella twisted way

No matter how he ends up doing it, on TV, at an interrupted live concert, or a captured circus, he‘ll make damn sure you see it

K= Kisses

What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

He kisses his S/O everywhere. Cheek, temples, hairline, neck, shoulders and, of course, lips

A French kiss with him will probably take some getting used to, as he probably drools an incredible amount

He loves to be kissed on the hairline and on the cheek (especially after having his face cut off). Apart from that, he also loves to be kissed on the lips

And of course on his di-

L= Little ones

How are they around children?

Thanks to his childish nature, he is good with kids. He would love to play with them, watch cartoons and make jokes

Children would love him, too, until his first death. The sewn-on face would prob freak them out

I wouldn't say that he would be a good father, because I consider the methods of education that he would use to be more than questionable and would show dangerous, violent psychopaths as results, but who am I to judge

M= Morning

How are mornings spent with them?

Jerome's a ball of pure energy, thus he doesn't need much sleep, which is why he wakes up early. He def won’t wait for you to wake up by yourself, since he'll be bored soon afterwards. Instead, he’ll kiss you awake, hit you with a pillow or jerk you until you finally open your pretty eyes

When he's done with that and you're awake, he’ll either hold you against his chest or kiss you (either very gently, or very intimately to get you to sleep with him)

I'd say that he's the type of person who doesn't eat in the morning before getting ready, so preparing a huge breakfast wouldn‘t make sense

N= Night

How are nights spent with them?

Surprisingly relaxing when he's not busy turning Gotham into a giant madhouse

Before you go to sleep, which you never do without each other btw, you two watch his name constantly popping up on the TV news or play some video games. But when it's time to go to sleep, you listen to him talk about his plans for what feels like hours while you drift off in his arms

O= Open

When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things slowly?

Obviously, he has no trouble admitting in front of a bunch of people that he was abused by his mother and dragged around the country with a circus (which he apparently thought was pretty ass), so it won't be any different for you

However, there‘ll be things that he wouldn’t tell you. Like his brother, for example. It'll take some time for him to reveal that, if at all

But other than that, there's probably invariably little he wouldn't tell you. In any case, he is anything but a private person

P= Patience

How easily angered are they?

As I said before, he bottles up his anger to the point where he explodes. That can have many causes:

Did you upset him? Has he been confronted with his childhood? Is someone using you to get to him?

Then, when it comes to his explosion, they can get pretty violent. Even if he didn't hurt physically you, it'd become extremely uncomfortable, even for you

In the meantime, he's no longer so prone to getting extremely angry. He either laughs his penis off or destroys whatever is a thorn in his side, before he‘s really starting to worry

Q=Quizzes

How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

He remembers everything

Everything

No matter what you’ve said or done, he'll remember it. Unfortunately, this also applies to the embarrassing stuff that you did in his presence. He won‘t forget em either

More likely he‘ll remind you every time it comes into his head

R= Remember

What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

Besides the moments when you guys made a mad mess, he also likes to remember simpler, formative moments in your relationship

Since the rest of this post is already so hella corny, it doesn't make a difference now anyway, fuck it, so let’s just say he likes to remember your first kiss, your first meeting and the day he asked you out

If I'm honest, he also likes his memories where you were intimate. If I'm being even more honest, he thinks about them all the time

S= Security

How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

I don't think he expects you to protect him. But he‘d kinda enjoy it

If you put yourself in enormous danger, he would melt, but wouldn't find it very funny. If you were to help him out with a small argument, things would be different. THAT would be funny

Jerome doesn't take you out to protect him, but it's obviously vice versa with you. He suffers from jealousy, but doesn't feel like he has to isolate you to protect. His presence is enough to keep creeps off your back. I mean, He is Jerome Valeska, he has a name in Gotham. But if that's not enough, he doesn’t mind taking care of the problem another way

T= Try

How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

Whatever you like and also suits his taste will be done. He spares no effort, no breaking of the law, and no dead ppl

He has a thousand ideas, which makes the difficulty of making a decision his only problem

While he would appreciate suggestions, he prefers the ideas to come only from his head. He wants to take care of special occasions, and will make sure it's a blast

U= Ugly

What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Shittily, he has little understanding if you're not keen on being in the spotlight

I mean he’s a showman, obviously!

Even if he naturally wants to be the star of his show, there's certainly some room for you too, so once he makes it back on stage, he'll make sure you're by his side. On stage, in front of all his followers cheering and applauding for the two of you

Apart from that, living with him will be more than nerve-wracking. Chaos, he constantly seeks your attention and behaves like a violent child

V= Vanity

How concerned are they with their looks?

I must admit that I don't quite agree with the headcanon that all his self-confidence is fake, since many sociopaths are eventually confident to a whole different degree

He's aware that he’s a fucking smoke show.

Doesn't mean that the thing with his face didn't bother him even a little. After a while he came to terms with the fact that he had to staple his face on for a while so he wouldn't lose it, but by now he's cool with it

W= Whole

Would they feel incomplete without you?

You're probably the most important part of his life. Without the first and only person who really loved him for who he is, took care of him and made him feel safe & understood, he'd know he was missing somethin

He’d no longer have anyone to talk to, who would let him get close and with whom he could enjoy a nice life together

Especially because he knows he wouldn't find a replacement anywhere that could fill the void you leave behind

So yea, he would

X= Extra

A random headcanon for them

He was one of those kids who wasn't allowed to drink Coke or other drinks that contained too much sugar

Caffeinated substances and too many sweets made him hyperactive, and if he had friends for a sleepover, he would have gone off like Missy in Big Mouth, would he have consumed one of these

Y= Yuck

What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner

Uhhhhhh

Aside from a boring one, there would be another S/O who is too obsessed with him. Don't get me wrong: he loves it when you show him off and are head over heels with him, however he doesn't want to be controlled and manipulated

Needless to say that he does not want to be spanked by his partner. Neither just like that (okay well who would want that) nor if it’s something sexual

Z= ZZZ

What is a sleep habit of theirs?

He sleeps restlessly and moves incredibly much. He also laughs and talks in his sleep

I can't decide if he's a light sleeper so one wrong move is enough to wake him up, or if he's such a deep sleeper you could hit him with a golf club until he doesn't wake up at all lol

#Gotham #gotham headcanons #jerome valeska #dc #sfw #swf alphabet

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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year

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Loveless - (29)

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Pairing: Ross x Namora

Word count: 5k

Warnings: hehe making out? 😌

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Chapter 29

Ross was known best for one of his qualities, his patience. He would lie in wait on his stakeouts, luring the criminal out while he stayed camouflaged in his environment, in any scene, no one knew he was there. He was very much top of his food chain, just like her. His methods however differed from her tactics. She was a great white and he was a mountain lion. But now he felt the weariness of being hidden in bushes, of lying in wait, he tapped his fingers against the hardwood arm rest. He was surrounded by the elite of the society he found himself to be in. His status had been catapulted over a couple weeks, the very same individuals who kept him at a distance, now wanted to cozy up to him. All of it a façade, a make believe, except her.

She gave it to him as it was and so his eyes roamed, from one face to the other. Searching and pining, for a glimpse and a glance. He was losing time. He wanted to see her, to ask her if he should bid all of this goodbye or if he could embrace her one last time.

“You seem tense, my friend.”, M’baku observed him.

“I’ve got a lot on my mind, my king.”, he gave him a lop sided smile, his fingers fidgeting, his mind trying to find the reason she was keeping her distance. It was not because of the man he had met before, so then what was it?

“This is a time to be merry”, M’baku topped his glass with wine.

“I order you to misbehave.”, he laughed whole heartedly.

He had to be level headed and he wasn’t one to let loose. He sunk into his seat, his decision still looming over his head. His last day, if he wished it. He spotted Okoye leaving with her Talokan friend and it only made him jealous. Because he was trapped here, when he should be down there, scourging through the crowd. The wait had now become unbearable, his patience running low. His eyes yearned for orange.

The Wakandans finished their demonstration which was quickly followed by another program by the Talokans. He took it in, the vibrance of culture around him. It made more sense, her hesitancy and what he represented in the position he held. He played a pivotal key in representing both these nations to the world outside if the time arose. The seated crowd was now dismissed to enjoy their time, he flipped his wrist to see his watch. He retired to his quarters by this time. But those were on regular days and this was no normal day. He looked at the wine glass that remained untouched. He took it in his hand, he needed courage, that much was remained to be seen. But as he rotated the stem of the glass in his hand, he knew he couldn’t show up drunk, begging at her feet.

No, today he needed to show her he was just as capable as she was. He put down the glass and exited the room, his hands grabbing away the screens, leading by his instinct, trying to pick up a scent in the crowd.

He seemed to be failing, the throngs of people around him all in blue and silver and their masks making it difficult to identify their faces. There was no sign of her. As he navigated through the celebration and the jubilious environment, he stumbled into a dancing crowd of Talokan women. He stopped, he expected them to move away, his translator picking up words and phrases, instead he realized he had become the latest attraction. His new found fame and fourtune had established him as a eligible catch.

“It’s him.”, they fawned as arms snaked around him, slipping around his waist, over his chest attempting to pull away his buttons, fussing with his hair and cupping his cheek. It was a trap, they were trying to make a fool out of him. His heart stuck in his throat, a blip in the radar within his mind. He turned to the stall in the distance, and there she was. Her eyes trained him like a shark on the prowl, her expression unreadable as though she was assessing her competition. He grew angry. She was toying with him, like he meant nothing to her.

And if he did, why did she stand up for him?

He grew irritated, he didn’t like this version of himself, one that lived on an impulse just like now, when he ran his hand over the ones that held him, playing along in their revelry. Pulling them away slowly to kiss their fingers, indulging in their giggles and joining in the dance. But in everything he did, his eyes didn’t leave her. He was vicious and he needed to her to know that. If she cared, she would lure herself in. He continued to test her, to track her, when she looked away, a fire flickering on.

She downed the drink in her glass as she walked towards the madness, towards him. It was just as he had predicted, the fish scattered when she swam close. The women around him fled as he stood catching his breath.

“Ah finally she decides to join the fun.”, he remarked with a sly grin, it only ignited her fury.

It was only a ploy to find more time, to gather his senses and calm his nerves, because she stood in front of him. Her hair let loose as it swayed till her waist and framed her face. She didn’t wear her fins, instead she had threads of silver run down her sleeves of a blouse she wore. Her midriff exposed, her blue skin gleaming in the moonlight. Her skirt translucent, fitting her figure, giving him glimpses of her form beneath the fabric. She was an illuminated jellyfish and he wanted to get stung. The fury in her eyes were palpable, he needed to know why.

“They only want you for your newly acclaimed status. You were nothing before.”, she remarked.

Blatant honesty, he walked away from her and so did she, two predators circling each other. He fixed his sleeves and slicked back his hair. He didn’t care about all that. He only cared for her opinion.

“And you?”, he asked. To which she remained quite, he stayed calm. He knew all the buttons to press.

“Do you want me?”, he asked and the people jeered him on. All this was new to him, he had spent most of his time trying to get over his failed marriage that chasing feelings felt out his comfort zone.

She stopped mid way as she laughed, bold and certain. “The advisor thinks too highly of himself.”, she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

But as she smiled, it was clear, she had something on her mind, a challenge set to taunt him.

“Your fancy titles don’t impress me.”, she cocked her eyebrow. His grin spread like that of a wolf, titles always impressed Val. He took a step towards her, she was nothing like his past. He wanted to take her hand and run away, far from the crowd. He wanted to stay in this free floating sensation longer, just him and her.

But the crowd engulfed them, Mayan sounds resounding in the air when a drum rhythm began to settle and grow stronger. The Talokans stepped back to clear the area around him and her, forming a circle around them. She smiled, he looked around unsure of what was transpiring.

“How well equipped are your feet?”, she jested, as she fell into the rhythm, her feet moving in a pattern. It was a dance. She was luring him now.

This was a rite of passage. They would do this when someone became an official part of a tribe. The only way she could boost his morale amidst her people was if he showed traits that proved he could embrace her culture. So she began the dance, walking around him, watching him figure it out.

His eyes fell to her feet, mapping out the coordination as he joined her. He was hesitant at first but in the high of the moment, time slowed down, he caught her eyes and instinctively knew. He mirrored her movements, making their way closer to each other as the music progressed. She traced his silhouette, his shirt hugging all the right places, her mind a whir, intoxicated with the sight of him. She had never taken into account that he could be a dancer, so as he moved with her in perfect sync, something felt right.

Meters turned to inches and now she could hear his ragged breath, as he inhaled and exhaled, his gaze turning darker as she turned to face him. The final bit was her own inclusion, when she watched the other women try to proclaim him as their own, it stirred a righteous anger within her. And maybe that was her volatile nature but she felt territorial. A realization she had after he spoke to her. He was hers.

She slid her hand over his arm, his blue eyes snapping to hers and it reminded her of everything she loved, the ocean and her home. She hooked her finger into his belt loop, like a fisherman reeling in his catch. She tugged him towards her, a sly smile spread across his face, his cheeks turning red. That was a reaction the others didn’t get.

“Why are you doing this to me?”, he whispered, his hands coming around to catch her face.

“To test your limits.”, she escaped his hold, putting their backs together. He laughed, an unsatisfied hunger in the myrrh on his voice. Danger. She felt the rush in her veins. She was free to choose now, the warrior she had been with before had told her she could never fulfill his desires. She didn’t want him, not like how she wanted the man she was dancing with.

But as the music began to fade, the reality of the situation settled. As much as she thought of him as hers, he could never belong to her, it was all one-sided. He already belonged elsewhere. She stepped away, the intensity of the moment too much to handle, the crowd and noise beginning to feel overwhelming. She finished the dance with a bow which he reciprocated and with it the scene changed, people ran up to him to congratulate and the rift between them grew. So close to hear their heartbeats, now they were only bodies in a group. He called out to her but she turned away. She can’t put her heart at risk again. So she ran.

“You are now a part of us.”, a chieftain patted him enthusiastically as he put a beaded necklace around his neck. It hit him only then, her whole challenge was meant for his acceptance by her people. And now she had disappeared on him again. He wanted everyone to stop, for time to pause, so he could go after what his heart was telling him to do. He thanked the chief and escaped the clutches of the hands that were trying to grab him, to get him to stay with them. He had only one motive on his mind. He only had one place to be.

So close, his lips hovering over hers, his breath fogging her mask. He huffed, as he searched the crowd, like a man in the dessert. That was the last straw, her teasing and her games. He was only human. He prowled, opening the top few buttons of his shirt, he needed respite from the weather and from her. Yet his eyes continued to search, his mind unwilling to take no for an answer. As he walked down the busy street, he came upon a hidden trail and beyond the dark, he could see the glistening waters that rested peacefully. His feet carried him towards it, it’s cold wind whispering secrets and fantasies. A voice in the dark singing a melody that enchanted him. His broken heart beginning to mend, giving him a relief he never knew he needed.

She sat on a fallen tree, the only way to realign her mind was through song. Her song. One of loneliness and pain. The moon was full tonight, it’s beauty always standing out to her. It’s light embracing her, making her feel loved. Nothing could compare. Except his eyes. She stopped. This will not do, she had to leave.

Goosebumps beginning to pop up at the thought of the softness of his skin, the redness in his cheeks, her voice grew softer. This song was about longing. She stopped to heave a sigh.

Many of her friends had once fallen in love with men on land, they would wait till they got into the water. Approaching them with their songs, full of love and hope for a future, unknowingly they cast a spell. A spell that led these men to die right in their arms. She would spend weeks consoling them, ever since then, it had become a cautionary tale. He and her could never actually be together. She had to swallow the tough pill. Kill it before it could take over her entirely but having always ever lived in the depths of life, it was nice to take flight.

“You need to stop running away.”, she heard him. He was being relentless, his dexterity seeping through. All the qualities she thought he didn’t have, now she had been proven wrong. He was perfect. Which made all this all the more unbearable.

“You need to stop coming after me.”, she got up. She didn’t want to meet his eyes, knowing well she will change her mind.

“This might be the last time.”, he huffed. She looked at him, confused, trying to understand his statement.

“You are leaving?”, she asked. To which he shrugged his shoulders.

“I could.”, he met her gaze, his thoughts asking her a question, asking her to tell him to stay.

She turned to leave, this was one fight she didn’t want to stay for. “Namora.”, he called for her again. She walked faster.

“Namora.”, there was a growl in his voice, like he was tired, she wanted him to drop all of this. She heard his footsteps and then his hand got a hold of her wrist. Pulling her to him, her pulse quickening.

“Stop.”, he said softly, his eyes pleading. It hurt her, that she was hurting him.

How do you love when you’ve never truly witnessed it yourself?

She was being kind to him, because she was sparring him from the pain she was feeling.

“You need to leave.”, she said without a beat, without emotion. He stopped.

“Is that what you truly want?”, he asked and she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Why was she pushing him away?

“Tell me that is what you want and I’ll leave.”, His heart was a grenade, all she had to do was pull the wire. She grew silent. The defeat in her eyes unlike anything he had seen. His presence causing her all this pain.

��Why are you keeping me at bay?”, he asked. Her black eyes found his. She was mystical, drenched in moonlight.

“You wouldn’t understand.”, she bit back her anger.

“Then let me try, tell me what it is.”, he was at his wits ends, this was the one case he couldn’t crack. She slipped from his hold, walking into the tree cover.

“Is this about your fiance?”, he followed her, frustrated.

“We all can see you don’t like him.”, he commented which got her his attention.

“And does that make you an expert on everything I feel?”, she turned to him, fury in her eyes.

“No, but I’m the only one trying to understand you.”, he threw open his arms in defeat, the desperation in his voice breaking through the silence.

“Why?”, her eyes widened.

“Why do you keep trying?”, she was in his personal space. Her eyes now holding a glimmer of bewilderment. It struck him then, that all her life no one had tried to.

“Because.”, he stopped. Bottled up frustration seeping through as he held himself back. He needed to sort out his thoughts.

“Now let me put this to rest. You need to go home.”, she held his arm. Her voice turning soft.

“You have your kids and your life there.”, she was trying to convince him. His bottle of frustration broke. He did have all that waiting for him. But as he searched the landscape around them, his eyes landed on her, his mind feeling crystal clear. He didn’t want to go back because..

She was pleading with him, and she didn’t do that to anyone. She felt unlike herself, being vulnerable. Her anger could only hold up for so long when she knew there wasn’t a proper reason for her to be angry with him. He had only been good to her in all of this. She held his exposed arm, purely because she was wanted to. Her complexion a stark contrast to his, reminding her of their differences, of his ultimate doom if he chose her. The life he will be throwing away if he continued to be on land. He will grow bored of her.

“You are trapped here are you not?”, she asked and he cupped her cheek, holding her in place.

“And yet I haven’t felt more free.”, she froze.

“Now I want you to listen to me.”, he looked into her eyes, she only wanted to draw nearer, lose herself in the warmth of his arms.

“I only want you, you are all that matters.”, where he found the courage would always be the question of his lifetime. But it must have been her hand on his arm, steadying him or the clarity in his mind. Either way, he had to let her know. He had enough of this goose chase.

So before she could run away again, “Whatever you’re trying to convince me of, its not going to work.”, he said slowly, his focus shifting to her lips behind her mask, one obstacle after the other.

She shook her head, he let go. The conflict in her gaze was real, she fought back tears, struggling to break free.

Show me the nets that are holding you back, he searched her gaze. I'll cut them to set you free.

“No, you cannot want me.”, she raised her hands in defense. She felt unworthy of his admiration, that he was only giving it to as a consolation prize. But instead, her words elicited anger from him.

“You can’t tell me how I need to feel.”, his light eyes shined in the dark. He shook his head in disbelief, his anger sobering down to display something else, an emotion she had never witnessed from someone else before.

“I want you to tell me off when I’m wrong.”, he paused.

“I want you to hear your opinions about everything.”, he took a step closer, she took a step back.

“I want to see you stand taller, with your orange fins and your spear.”, he got closer and her back hit the tree.

“I want”, he paused, searching for words.

“I want to just be by your side.”, he brows knit together.

“Why are you making this hard?”, he whispered and she wanted to rest her forehead on his, the only gesture of admiration she learnt from her brother.

The annoyance got through to her, “Because you have a wife”, she grit her teeth.

“And a family.”, she gasped, the reality of where she found herself, her reputation on the line.

“I will not break that.”, she searched for a way out but this time there was none. His gaze locked onto hers, his eyes widening upon her hearing her reason. A second passed and his lip tipped up in a half smile.

“She isn’t my wife.”, he said softly and when she failed to meet his eyes, he tipped up her chin to do so, to then repeat it again. The tension she felt in her chest seized to exist. But as she stood in the possibility of being the beholder of this man’s love, the true fear was the day that he will choose to leave because her point had been proven right. That they were too different for any of this to work. So she needed another reason.

“We will never work out”, she huffed.

“You can’t meet my needs.”, panicking, she threw another urgent reason as she shrugged her shoulders but ever since he told her he wasn’t married and that all along he liked her because of his own volition, not fueled by his need to revamp his life. That he liked her as she was. Her mind was working against the her desire to accept it all.

“And why is that?”, he narrowed his eyes, as though he caught onto her schemes.

“You’re too sweet.”, she told him but it came out with a smile.

“Is that all?”, he chuckled. Her insults were only sounding like compliments.

“You cannot match my speed or intensity.”, she told him but he hummed in response noticing her frantic gestures. He didn’t give her an answer, he only got closer as though he knew the true thoughts running in her head.

“Stop this.”, he chuckled taking her hand.

“Be kind to me and afford me the truth.”, she felt his warmth encase her hand. The truth. The truth was that he felt like a home she never had. His hair illuminated by the soft light, his skin pale even in the darkness and his eyes, he was the moon in the form of a man. His gentle touches and sweet words. She knew she was lying and he had caught on.

“This is our reality.”, she pointed to her mask.

“I am not a part of your world and you are not a part of mine.”, she said quietly, his eyes tracing her features.

“It has never been done before.”, she placed her hand over his cheek. If she’s afforded a few minutes in paradise, she might as well enjoy it.

“All the more reason to try.”, he was different in this setting. His gentleness still his foundation but on top of it, a tangible intensity, a hot blaze of passion. For the very first time, she was the one who felt like sinking.

“You don’t back down easily, do you?”, she asked, her desire taking over her actions. His words, his marvelous grin as he said it. He wanted her and her alone. No one had the guts to say it before.

She found the edges of his collar to fix a folded seam, but that was only an excuse. Her hands travelled over his exposed skin, the nape of his neck, she watched as his breath hitched in his throat. All she ever saw in the eyes of the men who had once held her were fear and intimidation but now, his eyes glimmered with awe. Like he was in a daze just like her. He laughed quietly, his voice hitting a new low.

The decision had already been made, long before he arrived here. He only needed proof and now he got it. His new life, was here. She was here.

“No.”, he whispered, to which she rested her head on the tree trunk, her eyes never leaving his. A smile spreading on her face as she came to terms with it, the idea of him. A man falling in love with a mermaid.

“There’s no going back once you win, Advisor.”, she teased. Her hands creeping around his waist like ivy. Like a jellyfish reeling him in. He didn’t want to go back. He leaned closer as she pulled him in, his arms resting to her side. The almost silent night engulfing them, the air filled with magic.

She felt encased by him, she wanted to feel his touch, to break this barrier that life had put between them. All this forbidden love, making the high of his whispers and warmth all the more enticing. No one here to judge her or tell her what to do. Like the only two people on the planet. She was free. Not tied to duty or the need to protect.

He wanted to protect her heart, assuring her and consoling her in any manner he could. Everybody wanted him, but his eyes only found hers.

“You can’t understand me without that device.”, she pointed to the device. It was their only bridge, without it, she would have never met him or have spoken with him. This was her final attempt at pushing him away. But he held her gaze, his fingers finding the translator that lined his ear. He didn’t have to think much about it. This was her final reason on her list.

He pulled away the device. His eyes communicating everything. He got closer, she didn’t move away. Trailing his finger down the length of her arm, his gaze soft but scorching. He caught a hold of her wrist and brought her hand up to hold the side of his face, his eyes never leaving hers as though they could read every thought. She was in no position to escape, she didn’t want to.

She remained confidant, her water mask will hinder his advances, throw a final hurdle in the game. But he placed her hand over her head. His other hand pining her other arm next to it. She grinned and it darkened his gaze. He dropped close, his lips finding the crook of her neck. This heat was different. He let go of her wrists, only for his hands to find the curve of her waist. He pulled away, his fingers sizzling with the hum of a storm, the prime condition she felt alive in.

His eyes soft and yet fierce, he tipped up her chin her gazing falling to his lips, he smiled, as though he was telling her there was more to him. There was. She wanted him to show her his new limits. He began to step away, cool and collected as if he had proved his point. But the game wasn’t over yet, she caught a hold of the collar of his shirt again, tugging him closer, in a way to tell him that he couldn’t leave now.

He couldn’t step away, she wouldn’t let him go. There was no going back from here, Advisor.

He grinned. Beneath his sweetness resided his intensity, the chaos and the danger. A zone most women wanted to break but as he watched her siren eyes, he had a feeling that’s where she thrived. And that’s where he felt truly alive.

She pushed him back, as she ran to the water, laughing, her hair free with the wind, her fins no where in sight. He followed her, moonlight illuminating his skin as he unbuttoned and pulled away his shirt, dropping it behind him in the sand.

Her dress spreading out, like shimmering strands of starlight. He waded towards her, his arms flexing, this intensity on him was her favorite quality. They were magnets, so she waited. The moment he was near her to reach for him, she caught him in her arms, her legs winding around his torso, her arms around his neck. His skin smooth like a pearl as he held her, her hands gliding over his shoulder muscles. Her gills were now submerged in the water, her mask was not needed anymore.

He gasped as the blue in her skin slowly faded, the water letting her breath. He watched in stunned silence as she removed the mask that separated them. The final layer that physically kept them apart. If he was a sailor, he would have jumped in just so he could behold her beauty in this state. Her fingers slowly reaching to touch his lips, his hands travelling up the length of her legs she had wrapped around him. This defied reality.

He was a warrior, he was built like one, the beads around his neck displaying the fact that he was now a part of them. She hummed as she felt his hands make their way up her body. Till he cusped her neck, pulling her closer, to rest his forehead on hers and at that point she let go entirely. Like clay in his hands, her years of longing for admiration like this finally validating her want to take flight.

He pulled away, his eyes gazing at her with such fondness. He reached forward and tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ear to then slowly placing his hand over his heart. She waited, reading his gestures, his eyes speaking words, a language that existed only between them. He then with utter respect and adoration, placed the same hand over her chest. The pulse in his palm resonating with the rhythm of her heart. Simple enough to decipher it's meaning but it’s relevance the most priceless experience in her life.

She had to respond to it, what better way than to lean closer. To forget the world existed, her skin reveling in the cold water. She kissed him. He froze, his muscles held taut under her touch but a second passed and he pulled her closer to him. His hand bracing the back of her neck, his lips the perfect fit against hers. He kissed like a man deprived of air and she held onto him like she had been away from water for years. There was no holding back now, he didn’t let her go, she didn’t run away. He gasped for air as he pulled away, in this light, water lapping over his bare torso, his hair wet as it dripped over his forehead. She was convinced he belonged to the sea just as mush as she did. That all the men her peers had dragged down we’re mere mortals, whereas he had been living in a place that never truly suited him. All along his home, was with her, here and now.

She breathed heavily, so did he. She looked at the shore, and then at him. People would begin to wonder. But the clarity in his eyes with which he shook his head. Telling her he didn’t want to leave, that he didn’t care for opinions and narratives. His hold on her grew firm like he wasn’t going to let this slip away. She didn’t care either. She turned to him, his hands finding the tip of her chin as he pulled her in, not letting her eyes see anything else but him.

And she didn’t want to see anything else. His lips found hers again. Nothing could keep them apart now, this feeling was all she would dream about for the end of time.

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Sorry this update was a little slower haha. But this is now my favorite ship and it has now taken off to space 🤣

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