#do y'all enjoy nonsense around these parts
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ballroom extravaganza
minatozaki sana x f!reader || cont. of fake and true ! pt.3 here
synopsis: you scored the date with the girl from the bar, things are shaping up for the better (maybe/maybe not), and your cousin mina is starting to raise some suspicions.
warnings: fluff ; smut!! ; sana giving/recieving ; reader recieving/giving ; fucking in the car/office/bedroom (freaky deaky) :D ; sana being needy ; sana praising ; cursing ; anything else i didn't let y'all know ; might be proofread
a/n: dang y'all really like sana don't ya? (bias wrecking me ill never recover) hope you guys enjoy this second part as much as the first one!
you’re basically jumping out of your own skin when you hear the knock on your door, and twirl around to see the bedside clock.
8:29
a minute early. you’d be impressed to keep the hefty lunch in your stomach to not vomit it out.
“coming!” you cry out, before taking a second to fuss with your current appearance. you played it simple, the flashiest part of the red dress that shuhua loaned you. like the black one, it’s slim-fitting and short, the neckline cutting above the swell of your breasts. your lips are a stained deep red, just to match. tzuyu always said to you that the color was striking for you to pull off.
after straightening the dress, you step out of your room and walk towards the entryway of the door, taking a second to toe on your black pumps. and then, with a steady exhale, you open the door.
sana stands on the other side of it, one hand in her pocket of your black slacks and the other carrying a bouquet of roses that she promptly shoves at your chest. you take them, cradling to your body, and look up to find her already gazing at you, eyes raking from the top of your head and down. again and again.
“hey.”
“hi.” you smile at her. “these are really beautiful, thank you.”
sana jerks her head in acknowledgement, and you can see the faintest flush of pink spreading to the tips of her ears. you bite your lip as you set the flowers down, staving off the rare urge to giggle.
she’s still standing by the door, holding her arm out. “so are you ready to go?”
you take it, curling a hand around her bicep, letting her lead you out. “please.”
—
“alright,” sana says, laying her menu flat on the table, staring at you with grave seriousness. “speak.”
“huh?” you look away from the giant, crystal chandelier hanging above you two. the restaurant she’d take you to was only slightly less fancier than the one at the four seasons hotel.
slightly.
“i can tell you want to say something.”
you smile nervously. “yeah, about your driving, maybe. i thought we were gonna—”
“y/n.” she says firmly; it has the same affect as dumping a bucket of ice water over your head. “no bullshit. you might as well say what you wanna say.”
“fine.” and this is easy to sink into, your mode of no-nonsense: the compartmentalization of what stresses you. “why did you give me the money?”
“because i wanted to.”
“i know, but why? did you feel bad for me?”
“a little.”
you grit your teeth. “did you pity me?”
“no.”
“then what?”
“i’ve been in your position before. kind of.”
“what do you mean.”
“struggling college student, a shitty job, caming from harebrained ways to get money. everyone who’s gone on the path to grad school, doesn’t matter if it’s med, law, blah blah blah whatever, knows how fucking hard it is to survive.”
your cheeks flush from sana’s words, picking at the white table cloth. “so you empathized with me?”
“basically.” sana says, sitting back in her chair, smiling at you. your eyes follow along the lazy draw of it. “i didn’t expect you to be so difficult about it.”
“it’s not like it’s common to give strangers hundreds of dollars within an hour of meeting them. forgive me for being concerned.”
“do you still want to give the money back to me?” sana asks.
“yes.”
“okay. then let’s change the subject.” diverting to the basic cookie cutter icebreaker in existence. “what are you majoring in?”
“sana—”
she reaches across the table and grabs your hand, squeezing it slightly. dazzling brown eyes swallow up your field of vision as she leans into you. “what are you majoring in?”
you bite your tongue. you don’t want to relent into sana’s charms; mina would have your head if she knew that sana was running away with it. but she’s making it so so easy, smiling when you answer, “i’m finishing up my bachelor’s in child education. aiming to get my masters in child’s psychology.”
“you like kids?”
“yeah,” you reply, visibly softening to sana. “last summer i did my internship at a local kindergarten and i love it. kids are…easy in a way that people aren’t.”
“what do you mean?”
“they don’t expect anything from you. not anything beyond food or water or playtime. you know, nothing super sophisticated or adult. and they’re easy to talk to. they don’t care what you say to them or if you don’t talk much in general. they’re not judgy and it’s nice.” you hit that right out of the ballpark, and sana stares with lips parted as the facts are laid out for you.
“i’ve never thought about them that way,” she says, her hand shifting atop your own. her thumb skims across your knuckles. “it sounds nice.”
your heart thrums like a hummingbird against the walls of your chest. every languid caress pulls a shiver from you. “you don’t like kids?”
“i don’t dislike them. i’m neutral, i guess. i know i’d like to have my own.” sana replies.
“do you have any siblings?”
“nope. i’m an only child.”
“i would’ve never guessed,” you say dryly.
“ha! has anyone told you you’re funny?” sana inquires, and you’re stifling a laugh while she’s smiling at you, gaze fond. “what about you?”
“well, i’m an only child.” you reply. normally you’d leave it at this. you don’t really like the notion of getting into the nitty-gritty of your past, but sana’s presence robs any reticence from you. “my parents passed when i was younger so i was raised by my aunt and her cousin.”
“oh.” sana slips her fingers into the spaces of your own and squeezes gently again. “i’m so sorry.”
“it’s okay,” you say, smiling awkwardly. “it happened when i was little. i’m kind of accustomed to it now.”
“can i ask you a question?”
“a personal one?”
the corner of sana’s mouth quirks. you want to trace it with your fingers.
“if you were in that desperate of a situation, why didn’t you ask her for help?”
“i can’t afford to take any money from my aunt or cousin. she can’t afford it.”
“did you try asking?”
“i’m not saying she would’ve said no. but if she tried, i wouldn’t have accepted it.”
“sounds startlingly familiar.”
you pull your hand from hers with a smile and an eye roll before picking up the menu in front of the table, raising it up high enough to cover sana’s face.
“can we order something now?”
—
when you get back in the car, you’re warm, languid with a stomach full of risotto and red wine. sana’s hand rests on the gear shift between you, the other one on her wheel. you like watching the motion of them as she drive, like the curls of sana’s knuckles and the rasp her palm makes against the wheel when she turns it. you wish to feel the warmth of it against your leg.
well, in a city like new york, it’s nothing more than unpleasant.
“you know i wasn’t kidding when i told you that you’re a horrible driver.”
“do you own a car, y/n?”
“i usually take the subway.”
“okay. pro-tip if you ever do drive in these streets, better to be offensive than dead. or stuck in traffic for two hours. which, believe it or not, is fucking worse.”
but despite sana’s words, she seems to listen to you. the drive stretches longer, and you lean into the plush leather seats as you stare out the window, dreading the sight of every familiar building, the street signs that you know lead to your apartment. for a moment, you debate asking to get ice cream, or go to the park, a movie theater–-anything and everything to extend this. you don’t want to leave the pleasant warmth of her car.
“y/n?”
you look over to see her smile. “i thought you were asleep.”
“i’m not tired.”
she takes her hand off the gear shift, thumbs a lock of your hair without breaking your gaze. unwavering.
“neither am i.”
when she pulls into your squat, little apartment complex, you’re gripping the edge of your seat, nails squeaking against the buttery leather. she smoothly pulls into an empty space, parking backwards—what a show off—-before turning to you. with as huddled into the seat as you were, her hand is behind the headers, arm bracketing you, you feel consumed. surrounded by her scent, in her car, the engine humming beneath them, with her so close. you can’t breathe without inhaling her.
sana’s noticed it too. her eyes have gone dark, swallowed by her pupils.
“i had fun,” she says.
“me too.”
her mouth twitches. “you gonna try giving me the money back now?”
you jolt at the reminder, bending to snatch you purse, but sana’s hand flies from her headrest to your hand, hot over your knee.
“i was kidding. i don’t want it back. i don’t need it.”
“sana—”
“y/n.” she interrupts firmly. “i don’t need it. and in my opinion, i think you can do a hell of a lot more.”
your defenses waiver before they crumble completely, and you feel your chin wobble. to your horror. “you’re too nice to me.”
she grabs it, pressing her thumb into the plush of your bottom lip. your stomach clenches as sana’s eyes flicker down, anticipation making your headlight.
“i don’t think i’m nice enough,” she whispers, but it barely registers. you’re already reaching for her, mouth open to beg; hand on her wrist, and she meets you half-way, swallowing your muted please.
sana’s kiss is desperate, intense like the rest of her. one hand buried in your hair while the other presses against your knee, a searing, overbearing heat that sinks into your insides, coiling tingly in the pit of your gut. despite your furious protestations to tzuyu, you haven’t felt this in a while, the wet-warmth of another mouth against your own, the life of someone else’s tongue, opening you up further.
you press closer, so frantic you almost climb over the armrest, but sana pushes you back down to your seat. she breaks away from your mouth to kiss down the line of your throat, flicking her tongue out to taste your overheated skin, smiling when you sigh. your hips jerk beneath her hold when she sucks at your pulse point.
she grins, teeth nipping at your jawline. “you like that, sweetie?”
there’s a shock-wire running from the heat of her mouth to her clit. sana’s barely touched you and you’re already keyed-up, on the cusp of euphoria. if you touched yourself now, you’d be so far gone, but you’re not sure she’d let you.
sana returns to kissing your throat, pausing to suckle at it with teeth and tongue, laving it against your skin in soft, wet strokes. she uses the hand in your hair to tilt your neck towards her, directing you like a puppet on strings. her other hand roves up and down your exposed thigh in gentle motions, more exploratory than anything, as if she can’t keep from touching you. and the thought sends a jolt of electricity to pass through you, sparking between your legs. it makes your hips can’t, makes the desperate need for friction a burying, voracious thing, primed to consume you.
when she kisses the swell of your bottom lip, it comes out of you in a breathless pant, nails biting the seat. “p-please touch me.”
“where?” sana asks, thumbing the hem of your dress, close enough to be a physical pain. “where, baby? here?”
“n-no.”
“then where, y/n?” your eyes are black, eager with predatory intent, and you hate how much you love it; the consuming weight of her attention, like she wants to eat you whole.
without much coronation, you take sana’s hand and shove it between your thighs, spreading them wide. you’re initially afraid that she’ll keep teasing you, that she’s lost in the power trip, but she surprises you when she groans and kisses you roughly, fingers tracing up your slit.
“so fucking wet you are,” sana raps when she breaks away, almost crazed. she dips her hand beneath the waistband of your panties, the sensation of her fingers against your sensitive skin sending your eyes rolling. your hips buck, demanding delicious friction, and she surges in, laughing into your mouth.
“you can cum just like this, can’t you?” she asks, voice rumbling against your cheek. her thumb slides up and down the seam of your cunt, the heel of her palm adding the barest pressure to your clit, but it’s good. the mere taste of it almost enough to send you over the edge, just for the sweet torture.
her knuckles pull against the gusset of your panties as two of her fingers center over your clit. her pace at first is light, slow, exploratory like the way it’d been on your leg. her eyes on your face are focused. she wants to know what’ll take you to the edge, and you know it isn’t this. so you grab sana’s wrist and raise your hips to force pressure.
“faster,” you pant, liquid gaze cutting to her. “h-harder. i like it–”
she steals the words from you, kissing again with a mouth full of bite. the motions of sana’s fingers quicken, slide down to the tease of your e trance while you grind frantically into her palm. you’re so wet you easily accept the glide of her first finger, and when she pushes in the second, the stretch is sweet, a welcome thing. you thrust onto them, wishing vainly that she’d toss you into the backseat and fuck you with something more.
the thought makes you clench around her, and she curses loudly, burying her face into your sweaty neck.
“are you always this depsrate when you’re getting fucked?” sana hisses, thrusting her fingers into you harder, without relent. “you always feel this good?”
you choke out a sob, feeling the familiar swoop in your belly, the swelling tide that welcomed euphoria. as you clutch her wrist, chasing it, sana rests her head atop your shoulder, her voice going soft, reverent.
“you’re so good, y/n,” she says in a frantic stream, mad with want. “so good. so, so fucking good. my perfect girl.”
you keen when it washes over you, that white-hot heat that robs you of sense. you shudder beneath sana’s grip, clutching her wrist as you ride it out. she helps you come down from it, kissing you languidly and keeping her pace inside you slow. when you can breathe again, she pulls them out of you. you flush hotly when she sticks her fingers in her mouth, but the embarrassment doesn’t linger long. you surge toward her, hands flying towards the button of her pants. meets her in another frantic kiss.
“i wanna make you feel good now,” you whisper, palming her. “i want—”
sana uses her hand in your hair to bind you up against her and kisses you again, long and full enough to make the words melt from your tongue. you’re hazy when she pulls away, pliant.
“i think,” she says. “that there’s always next time.”
“next time?”
“next time,” sana repeats, rubbing your cheek with her thumb. “it’s late anyway. you should go to bed.”
“oh,” you say blankly. “okay.”
sana kisses you again, twice on your nose, before leaning over to open your door. you stumble out of her car, binding your purse tight against your chest. you wave at her from the entrance of her building before you step inside, and see the shadow of sana’s hand as she waves back, driving off. when she turns onto the street, you rush inside, a hot, sharp balloon swelling in your chest.
your hands shake when you slot the key into your door and turn the knob, switching on the lights. you kick your shoes off and toss the purse onto the couch, moving on muscle memory. you can’t think beyond the warm, floaty haze that’s clouded your mind, and when you shut the door behind you, you laugh.
over and over. carelessly. all the while remembering the firm grip of sana’s hand and the scent of her, clogging your nose even now, a smell you want to bottle up and keep.
next time, you think, giddy, nearly dancing in the small space. she said there’d be a next time.
just then, you hear the high trill of your phone and dart to the couch, yanking open your purse to fish it out. you flush a pink when you notice the notification next to sana’s name– a text that reads, goodnight- and as you go to type your response, another notification pops up. one from venmo.
a cold spike of adrenaline shoots through you when the app opens, fingers trembling. you almost drop your phone entirely at the number attached: $1,000 dollars.
“for school,” it reads.
your breath quickens. the hot balloon in your chest expands and expands until it pops, a physical pain against your ribcage.
i thought— your eyes burn. the realization sinks into your like molasses. i thought she—
the night you met sana, she expressed concern when she learned why you were there. she’d condemned jihyo and implied that you deserved something more, something better. she’d left you money as a gift, to be kind.
a gift, sana told you. you don’t owe me anything.
so why is it, then, that you have the distinct impression that jihyo had been simply outbid.
—
you’re thinking about next time. sana said that there’d be a next time.
that next time would come, then twice.
then a third.
and after.
the day after that, and the day even after that.
the room is reverberating the echoes around you, loud with the sounds of heavy pants and wet slaps of skin. you’re clinging to the sheets beneath you, pushing yourself up, moving your hips to meet the frantic pace of sana's fingers curled up inside you. sana then buries a hand into your hair and hitches you up for a kiss that never takes. it’s broken quickly, leaves both of your swollen mouths parted and breathing of each other’s oxygen. you’re relishing the intimacy of the moment.
when the building pressure at the base of your stomach grows to become too overwhelming, you fall back on the mattress, unmoored without sana’s presence, but she follows you as she always does. she’s binding her arm around your waist and raises you up, hand cupping your cunt while she’s all over your neck again.
“c’mon,” sana says, voice wrecked, torn from her. “c’mon, honey, one more.”
you gave sana the opportunity to sit on her face earlier, brown eyes flashing dark and predatory at you while you grind all over her mouth. the hot curl of her tongue relentless against you, reducing you to a living nerve ending. sana wrung out two splintering orgasms out of you, flipping you on your back before you could even recover. you loved it, and you still do, seeing all the ways that you can challenge sana.
her slender fingers dip down to your clit again and causes you to moan loudly, rocking into her as she circles it firmly: rough, fast motions that she’s learned that you love. to bring you back to that edge quick.
sana kisses you again, her other hand slipping to your breast above and squeezing. she’s groaning into your core, it’s making you fall deeper into the madness of your situation.
“you’re so—” she barely mumbles out, her hand on your breast slides down to clamp the divot in your hips. sliding the pillow under the arch of your back in one seamless motion. she’s too good with her hands. “fucking unreal, and perfect.”
her mouth against your other mouth starts the chain reaction. you’re moaning out more strain behind it. a star-burst of affection igniting in your chest. sana continues to swipe her tongue, the unyielding pressure that makes your vision swimmy, and you let go.
you’re sobbing out while your hands are trying to find what’s left of the comforter as ecstasy steals over you. sana continues to drive her fingers and tongue into you, letting you feel it: in the air, at the base of your throat, between the rapid, uneven pacing of thrusts from her fingers. when you’re all tuckered out, the clenching fading out from your cunt, soaked with slick while it gets on different parts of your skin; from the leg, to one of your obliques, to the small peak of your boob.
“o-okay, that’s e-enough.”
“you taste so fucking good,” sana murmurs, mouth hot against the column of your neck. her hands trailing up and down your stomach. “when you clench around my fingers is just—”
fucking shit this woman. “sana, please.”
she sits up with a chuckle, and you’re at the same level too, instantly resting your head on her shoulder, kissing it. sana wraps her arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head, her fingers are tapping away at the v-line. you look up and she kisses you, grinning with delight.
“will you stay over?” you ask, too plaintive when she pulls away. sana’s smile falters and you feeling the realization, disappointment inbound.
“i can’t.” a spike lances through you. “my department has a meeting early in the morning. i can’t skip.”
“oh.” you hate yourself for being upset—she’s a doctor, of course she’s busy—but the feeling rises up anyway, along with the insidious notion that she’s gotten what she wanted and so has little use for you now. without thinking, you start to drift away from sana in slow little increments that she catches, and she pulls you up tight against her, pressing her lips to your hairline.
“i wish i could say,” sana whispers. “if it were up to me, i’d be here with you everyday.”
the words are cruel, considering what they are–what you are—but the pain is stamped down. masking it with teasing. “how would you work then?”
“i’m sure my supervisor could find someone else to fill my place. someone as equally ecstatic to dig their hands into some guy’s intestines.”
“you’re so…casual when you talk about your job.” you say out of respite.
“are you worried?” sana asks.
“no.” answering while tracing fingers across sana’s chest, over her still-racing heart, before tapping her chin. “but it makes me wonder if i should be.”
“is the child psychology major going to psychoanalzye me right now? when i’m twenty-nine years old nearing thirty?”
“you know the issues of childhood can be far-reaching. you never stop feeling the effects of it.”
“incredible.” you laugh when sana dips her head and takes your finger in her mouth, biting it gently. “but i’ve always been this way.”
“which is?”
a half-feral grin spreads across sana’s face before she abruptly flips you over. you yelp into her mouth as she kisses you, long and slow, and settles over you. she breaks away, still grinning. “crazy about you.”
you’re flushing hotly, which makes her bark out a delighted laugh, and sana kisses you again. over and over and over. her lips trail from your fluttering eyelids to the tip of your nose to your chin, every nook and cranny of your face that she can reach. when her lips meet yours again, you can taste the sugar on her tongue.
“god, i wish i could stay,” sana rasps, breaking away, and you cling onto her.
“then stay.”
“if i did, i’d have to leave at 5 to get ready at my apartment in order to be at the hospital on time. also you have an early class tomorrow. chances are i’d wake you up and you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.”
your jaw tightens, and teeth catch your tongue. you don’t want to accuse sana of making excuses, because you know she’s right; it’s happened before. and that’s what burns you, the idea that your angst could have no standing. the operating off of your injured feelings and nothing substantial. this is transnational after all.
“okay.” you say, coolly. “guess this is goodbye then.”
“bye y/n.” sana says, kissing your mouth. “goodnight.”
sana kisses you several times, smothering you in affection. she only stops after you simple, nipping at your nose once before rising off the bed. you watch as sana peels away off the bed, walking around your room, picking up her clothes from the floor and pulling them on. when she’s done, she strides over to you and slides a nick of your hair back, kissing your forehead.
“i’ll call you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
“okay.”
sana ducks down, skating her nose along the edge of your hairline, keeping her mouth close to your ear. “i’ll see you later.”
you move your head and catch sana’s lips. against them, whispering. “mn, see you later.”
you notice with some satisfaction that sana’s eyes are fevered as she pulls away, dark with wanting, and you shove your face back into the pillow, clinging to it. sana mutters a soft curse and makes her way to the door, only to immediately jam the knob when she goes to close it. she mutters a curse again, much louder.
“just give it a little wiggle,” you say, sitting up. “it gets a little tight sometimes when you twist it.”
“how long has it been like this?”
“since i got the apartment.”
“what the fuck?!” sana exclaims. “did anything else come broken?”
“sometimes the water pressure in my shower is really low.”
“jesus christ, y/n.” sana says again, louder, angrier. “why haven't you told your landlord?”
“trust me, i have.” you say shrugging your shoulders. “if i said anything more than that he’d just shut off the water entirely.”
sana sounds pressed, jiggling the knob harder. “i’ll kill him then.”
“it’s really not that ba—”
“i’m coming back next week with a repairman,” sana interjects, tone brokering no argument. “i can fix the doorknob myself but i’ll get a plumber for the shower.”
you duck your head, embarrassed. “you really don’t have to do that, sana.”
“i want to,” she replies, eyes softening when she looks at you. “i don’t want you living in some shit-hole with no running water.”
“i have running water.”
“we’ll see what the plumber says.” and with that, sana gives up on fixing the jam and breezes past the doorway. a few seconds later, you can hear sana at the front door shut behind her. with a deep sigh, you fall back into the bed and reach for your pillow, thick with her scent, and curls around it to fall asleep.
in the morning, you wake up to a ten dollar venmo notification for coffee and the contact information of the plumber sana mentioned.
—
“why haven’t you got my calls or texts?” is the first question that mina asks when you answer the phone. you stifle a laugh.
“well, good to hear your voice mina.”
“you haven’t called me,” she says again. “is everything okay?”
you sigh and sink into your loveseat, socks skipping over the fractured leather. your fingers cradle the coffee mug. “nothing’s wrong.” you say. “i’ve been really busy.”
“with what?”
“school,” is what you reply with. “not sure if you’ve kept up, but i’m in my last year now. i’ve been getting most of the important work done as much as i can.” a second passes before you add, “and communication is a two-way street. you haven’t been calling me either.”
“busy with work.” is what mina says in defense.
“see?” you quirk, a sip of coffee passing through your mouth, tapping your fingers on your knee, waiting for mina to speak. neither of you are particularly verbose, so the shared calls usually play out like this: tense silence, quick updates, the voids that harbored resentment. but you’ve grown far from the desire of mina to be soft for you (she has, doesn’t want to admit it) and you’re just accustomed to the dispassion.
for the final question on the script: “do you need any money from me?”
“no, mina. i don’t need money from you or auntie.”
“i assume the tips are good at your job then?”
“even better.”
she hums, like this was real answer, saying, “if you ever need anything, call me.”
“you know it when i do.”
“okay then.”
mina hangs up with a click before the goodbye is even truly articulated on the tongue.
—
your ears perk up when a knock is heard on the door, moving from your kitchen to walk to the entrance. curious, you open it, only to be swept up into sana’s arms before you can even say hello. she kicks it shut behind her and pins you to the old wood, lips roving over your face.
“what—” she kisses your mouth twice in quick succession. “—are you doing here?”
“left the hospital for my lunch break,” sana breathes, hitching you up so that a leg is wrapped around her waist. she dips to suck your collarbone, mouth curling when she hears you mewl. “decided to come here.”
“d-did you eat?”
“no.”
sana’s hand slides up from the curve of your ass to your breast, squeezing gently. you moan softly, head thumping against the wood. “you—you should.”
she separates from your throat to shoot a sly grin. “i’d rather eat you out first.”
mindless, spurred by sana’s passion, you surge down to kiss her. tightening your legs around her, thighs squeezing as sana’s hand cups your clit. with every pass of the hand, you can feel the shift of your underwear, panties clinging.
sana buries her hand into your hair, yanking back to expose your throat. she ducks her head to you for another kiss, trailing her lips up and down the line, tongue darting out to taste. her other hand dips down to your ass to bind you up against her, rolling until your toes curl. you sigh and slide your hand into sana’s hair. it would be so easy to just cum from this, but you’d rather put sana’s mouth somewhere else.
you pull her up by her hair, stomach clenching at the naked want on sana’s face. her eyes, half-lidded and hazy, are trained on your open mouth. when you lick them, her thumb catches your bottom lip.
“please,” you gasp, moving against sana’s hips. arching. “we need to go to my—”
sana grins, almost madly, and kisses you hard enough to steal your breath. “what? you’re afraid your neighbors might hear me fuck you again?”
you blush hotly and sana laughs, but ultimately decides to appease you, heaving you off the wall. she seeks out your lips again and stumbles into the room. impatient, sana kicks open the door, heedless when it slams loudly into the wall.
you hardly notice also, giddy when sana pushes you onto the bed. it’s a race to get clothes off, pairs of hands fulmbling with the zippers and buttons until sana bats her pants away, you yanking your sweatpants off, meeting for another kiss as she lowers herself over you. you moan loudly when her fingers tease the opening between your legs, feeling the wetness in an instant.
“my god,” you sigh out, clinging to sana, blood burning beneath your skin; every movement a siren call to your own pleasure. “please, just—just touch me, sana.”
sana grins rakishly, eyes glittering with mirth. ever the eager observer to your own demise.
“you’re always so polite, sweetheart.” sana says, and moves down to kiss you. you yourself arch to meet her, pulse skittering at her proximity, at the heady invertibility of mindless pleasure, and—
the lights go out.
sana stills above you. at first, you’re surprised, waiting for them to flicker back on. this happens sometimes. i mean—the building is old as in 1920s red stone–faulty wiring and out-dated, but nothing comes to fruition.
“fuck,” you spitt, arousal plummeting to now nothing. you move from under sana. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“what’s wrong?” sana asks. you rise from the bed and she follows you to the kitchen. you snatch a pile of envelopes from your counter to dig through them, only to stop when you notice that the lighting outside is too dim to see. you sigh heavily, marching over to your couch to read by the flickering candles. sana sits down beside you, eyeing cautiously. “what’s wrong?”
“the light bill,” you croak. “the rental agency upped the price recently but i must’ve paid the old amount without ven thinking. god, how could i be so stupid?!”
“you’re not stupid. don’t talk like that,” sana snaps. she then takes a deep breath, voice much calmer when she adds, “and this is an easy fix. if you pay it now, it’ll be back on in a few hours. this shit happens, y/n.”
“but i don’t–” have the money. you clench your jaw tight, forcing the words down, but sana can see the pain on your face, can hear it lingering in the air, unsaid.
“i’ll help you—” you shake your head; you don’t like this, the reminder—” let me help you.”
“no, sana.”
“it’s not a big deal. i want to.”
“i can’t ask you to—”
sana suddenly shifts closer and grabs your face, cupping it between her palms. she looks int your eyes, gaze probing.
“let me,’ she cajoles. “you don’t have to bear the burden of this all on your own. if i’m offering to help you, let me help you.”
your heart swells. with relief. with dismay. “okay.”
she pecks your lips before standing up, thumb trailing down your cheek. “where’s your laptop? if your account is set up online, i can pay it now. i still have about forty-five minutes until i have to get back so i can wait with you until then.”
“it’s on my desk.”
sana nods once, turning on her heel to march into your room. the second she’s out of sight, you bury your face into her hands, burning with shame.
—
right after class ends, your phone vibrates.
you pick it out of your pocket, thumb grayling over your cracked screen to see sana’s contact photo flashing up at you; it was the one taken three weeks ago, with her smiling while you pressed a kiss to her cheek. you’re clicking the green button.
“hello?”
“i just realized you’ve never been to my apartment,” sana says, surprising you. “we’ve been together for almost two months and you’ve never seen my house.”
“oh.” your cheeks flush, pulse skipping at together. “you’ve never really brought it up before.”
“like a fucking idiot. do you wanna come over?”
your body warms in a near–sudden response, to your eternal horror, and with a bite of your lip. “sure.”
“cool! i’ll pick you up right now.”
“you're not working today?”
“no. i worked eighty hours last week so they gave me a day off. i’m on call, though, which is shitty anyway.”
“i’m sorry.”
“it’s fine,” sana dismisses. “so you’re still on campus?”
“yeah. i just got out of class.”
“alright, i’ll be there in twenty.”
“okay. bye.”
“bye.” sana says, but lingers on the line. for a moment, you think she’s forgotten to hang up, and moves to do it for her until she adds, softly, cutely you might think.
“i’m excited to see you.”
your heart thuds, and she hangs up before you can even say something back.
for twenty minutes, you wait near the entrance of the school, fiddling with your phone until sana texts you to come meet her. finding the car quickly, walking towards the sleek, gray two–seater of her vintage mercedes, and opens the door to see sana grinning at you. a pair of dark sunglasses sit on the bridge of her nose.
“hi,” sana smiles.
“hi.” you say back, hating at how shy you still get around her, considering. sana, though, always appears to take a bit of pride to it.
she chuckles, leaning back in her seat and shifting the car into drive, pulling into the main road. you settle in to watch the hypnotic motion of her hands as she turns the wheel—it almost makes you nostalgic for some reason.
“so,” sana says, turning onto the street. “how was class?”
“fine. just sat through a lecture.”
“about?”
“well, just the study of psychosocial development of erickson. how the different stages can be embedded by sociological challenges. you don’t want to hear the rest from me.”
“ah.” you suck a smile in; seeing the cogs in sana’s brain turning. “sounds interesting.”
“it’s a lot to cover. my professor was telling us about how some guest speaker that’s gonna be presenting next month. apparently she specializes in existential psychotherapy so i’m thinking of seeing that when it comes.”
“that’s really cool. do you know the name?”
“no.” you appreciate the effort that sana is showing. elizabeth, as wonderful and cool she was, tended to block you out sometimes: on the occasion she ever needed to. “what about you? how was work?”
sana groans. “terrible. a guy was rolled in with a bullet wound and was hemorrhaging like crazy. i was able to stop the bleeding and get the bullet out, but the anesthesiologist almost od’d him and killed him. idiot.”
“wow,” you say. “is he okay now?”
“yeah. but i’m never having that dumbass with me at the table again.”
“you might have to, though. you’re a new doctor, sana, i don’t know if you have the luxury of writing off your co-workers.”
sana smirks. “i might.”
flicking the blinkers on, she turns on the road that leads them deeper into the upper west side. sana drives into a small parking lot behind a tall building before pulling into a space. once the car shifts into park and the keys are yanked out, you step out, mouth parting as you take in the veritable skyscraper in front of you.
“you live here?!”
“yeah,” sana says, taking your hand. seeing the stupefied expression, grinning and leading you inside. a red-headed doorman greets sana as you make your way across the lobby. the elevator didn’t even feel like an elevator and once you got past sana’s front door, you’re in full flabbergasted mode—eyes open like saucers. sana smiles at your gasp but when her eyes flicker to you they narrow.
“i thought it would be a penthouse of sorts.”
“trust me, it is but at the same time it isn’t.”
sana’s apartment may not be as lux as you initially thought, but it’s still nice regardless. you can tell that it was costly, dark furniture andwide, open spaces and tall windows. the walls are painted with a light grey. a flat-screen plasma tv hangs in her living room, mounted over a fireplace. the black velvet leather couch is in front of it, clearly brand new.
her voice echoes the walls. echoes. you’re left marveling. “are you hungry?” sana asks from the dining area, “i have some food from the other day.”
“what do you got?”
“some leftovers from this dimsum place, pretty good actually.”
you giggle. “i thought you would have a much more sophisticated diet to fall back on.” meeting her at the kitchen island while she opens the box of food, tossing a bite into her mouth while you’re scanning through the dumplings.
“this is delicous.” you say in between bites, sana leaning over pressing a kiss to your temple. “you’re not eating as much, not enough craving?”
“i had some food earlier.”
“how earlier are we talking?”
“before i scooped you up.”
you hum while she feeds you another bite of the warm dumpling that melts so tenderly into your mouth.
the relaxing downtime with sana felt like a completely different world in her house. you got to know sana’s rough run down backstory of how she got to some form of power when it comes to dealing with which practitioner helps with her or not. being well-connected in her line of work was something to be fortunate with, but sana doesn’t like the idea of wealth being wrapped around her. sure, her clothes may be nice, demeanor brash and language abrasive at times, but she sees the world in a more different light compared to tzuyu and elizabeth on the topic of privilege.
as for how she got into her career of being a surgeon, she signed up for dual-enrollment in the last two years of her high school to graduate early. the calling of med school already being long in terms of time, so the sooner she could get out, the better.
“i like that,” you say. “i like how your mind works. i like—”
you. you almost say it. and it aches to not project it, the sudden sting of yearning. you, you, i really like you.
but catching yourself tripping up was something more of a simple defensive mechanism. “the story,” you finish. “pretty funny.”
“i have better ones.” sana says, grin lighting up her face, more radiant than sunlight. and her obliviousness burns twice as hot. “do you wanna hear about the time my friend bang chan and his best friend felix got mutual restraining orders back in college?”
—
you’ve read the name of tobio kageyama for probably the thirtieth time in two manga volumes before your mind decided to call for a needed break.
sitting upright from the couch, stretching and popping joints across the body. a look at the clock shows that it’s a little past eight, realizing that you’ve studied for roughly about two to three hours. too bad you didn’t notice it before because your brain is already bugging and battered into mush.
so you head to the kitchen, glass cup filled before drinking it once or twice before noticing that sana hasn’t drank any water since she took up a fortress in her office two hours ago, claiming that she had a work call. you fill another glass again, dropping a few ice cubes, before making your way towards her office door–knocking once, “hey, you busy?”
sana’s voice sounds muffled, weary. “no, come in.”
entering the room, hesitant like you were intruding on some sacred space. like the rest of her house, sana’s office was nice, richly-furnished. she has a tall, wooden desk in front of her, several files and stacks of paper placed on top. there’s a bookshelf behind in the corner, thick tomes marked by names that you don’t even want to try to read or recognize. the walls are also painted in a dark gray, and there’s a leather couch off to the left side with a blanket placed over it. even sana needs to have her naps sometimes.
sana then calls for your attention, glasses perched on the bridge of her perfect nose. “did you need something?”
“no,” you say, inching closer. raising the glass, “i just wanted to get you some water.”
she smiles in thanks, taking it from you while she approaches with an outreaching hand, grabbing the glass downing it in one gulp. frowning with a mild concern once she gave you back the glass, “were you thirsty?”
“a bit. i didn’t feel it until now.”
“are you hungry?”
“not right now. i’ll eat when im finished with this.”
“you should take a break,” you say, stepping towards sana. you lean back with your butt to the edge of her desk, half sitting. up close, you can see sana’s stress more evidently, eyes low with exhaustion. “sit on the couch with me. we can watch something together.”
“i can’t do that, y/n.”
“why not?” would a short film be better?”
“i have paperwork. a lot of paperwork. not to mention forms, test results, patient files. i want to try to get through them by tonight.”
“and you will,” you reply softly, stepping between her legs, resting your hands on her shoulders. “just ten or fifteen minutes of your time, please.”
“no way we’re watching a movie in ten minutes.”
“not the movie, you idiot. i was gonna say food instead, you should eat.”
“‘m not hungry.”
“not even a snack?”
sana lets out a smile, placing her hands on your hips. “i appreciate you for being concerned, baby, but i’ll be done soon. i promise. then we can go get something to eat together.”
looking down at the ground, hands still on shoulder. you’re smoothening the crinkles of sana’s large shirt, fingers brushing up from her neck up to her hair. you lean down and kiss sana fully on the lips, slowly, once, twice, a few times, and rest your knee on her chair between her legs. you break away a bit to pepper languid kisses across the slope of her jaw.
“relax,” you croon. “take a break with me.”
sana sinks into you, sighing like she’s expelling a pressure from deep within her chest. her eyes flutter closed, hands twitching around your waist, and when you dip down to kiss her throat, you feel the flushing heat rising from her body.
desire races to the forefront like a freight train, bowling over you with its inteistiey, and you’re running a hand up her thigh towards the center. sana gasps sharply into your parted mouth, fingers clutching around your waist. you’re nearly smiling.
“you’ve eaten me out before,” you whisper. “but you’ve never let me do the same for you.”
sana laughs but it’s off, brimming with echoes of a dark promise. “i find it more enjoyable when i eat up your pussy then have you eat mine. better for me to see you cry the way i want you to.”
there’s a thrill pulsing through your body, throbbing dully in your cunt. you’re ducking down to kiss her again, practically panging into sana’s open mouth as you palm her through her pants. her face is screwed up with a tight coil of pleasure, eyes shut. her fingers dig into the leather armrests at her side.
“let me,” you whisper again, almost begging. “i want to.”
sana’s eyes crack open, solely, regarding you as though you were something to be consumed. i want to, you think with a sort of nameless, desperate sense of urgency. i want you to.
she nods, and you kneel at her feet.
you’re kissing through her jeans first, soft, affectionate little pecks that make sana groan, fingers sliding up her legs again. you help sana clumsily unbutton her pants, shucking it down and off her thighs. the panties are quick to follow, only first with a trail of your lips over the black-laced fabric, soaked with her wetness that fills up your nose. sana is wrecked with the effect you have on her, just some light kisses and heavy petting, making your cunt fucking clench; you don’t think you’ve ever met anyone who’s wanted you even half as much.
when sana’s panties are gone left with her shirt; the scent is intoxicating. her folds are glistening. she sighs of pure bliss when you lick up her slit, mouth lingering on her clit. her hips twitch from the initial contact. you stifle a smile when you shower a few more kisses, and she groans loudly when you part her legs, squeezing her inner thighs tightly the more you shove your face into her cunt.
you’ve eaten out girls before, but sana was more of an anomaly. to play it safe, you experiment, trying to see what she likes best. licking at her, teasing her walls with a finger, leaving teased kisses to the area outside of her pussy. sana can’t contain herself when she pulls your head back in with her hand, moaning into her core, the vibrations too overwhelming coming from your mouth to her legs.
“fuck,” sana moans. “fuck, y/n–baby, fuck. i’m gonna—”
nodding at her, you don’t let up the pace of tearing up her cunt. fingers in walls and grunting into her. she doesn’t even let you breathe. the heels of her feet on your shoulders as her hands are on the back of your head, nails scratching the scalp the more you’re lapping her up. only then you pull away as she coos out locking eyes with you, the sight of licking your mouth lean with your tongue from her slick almost makes her lose it from the seat.
“i’m gonna ruin you,” sana promises, snarling, gaze devouring, mad with want. it sends a deep vibration into your cunt while she looks up to the ceiling. “you won’t be able to walk.”
you could’ve just came right then and there, vision whiting out at the edges. somehow you kept your sanity in check, ducking your head for more fully. humming and sliding your tongue over her cunt, nibbling on her clit and with a sudden jerk followed by a sharp groan, she cums.
a whole assortment of papers, files, pens, and pencils are scattered to the floor as sana digs her hand beneath your shirt and rips it off of you. your lips meet hers for another frantic kiss, laying back as she’s settling over you.
she shoves your sweats down along with your panties, letting them dangle from your feet. sana then moves back to your chest, hands moving like a firebrand, searing your skin with every touch. desperate to feel more of it, you sit up slightly and unclasp your bra. the second you’ve tossed it, sana’s hands are quick to palm, mouth hot against your own as she swallows your keening sigh.
“you have the most perfect tits in the world,” sana breathes, thumbs circling your nipples, forefingers roving down to pinch. the sweet pleasure-pain sparks a heavy throb in your core, and she arches into you, spreading your legs wide. you moan when sana’s mouth is around your breast, the other hand folding you.
“god, sana, please,” you beg, clinging to her. your hips are twitching, the emptiness inside you turning into a physical ache.
“what is it, baby?” sana switches over to your other mound, tongue laving over your nipple. your eyes fluttering, mind spinning at the sight. “what?”
moaning helplessly, and her hand slides down to your cunt, thumb sliding up the wet gusset of your panties to find your clit. when she presses down, your hips jerk forward, shrieking. she’s laughing around your boob.
“yeah, there we go,” sana sighs out, rubbing at you languidly, moving slow with the roll of her hips. “that feels good, doesn’t it?”
“ye—ah—yes, yes it feels good.”
“i know.” sana kisses up to your throat, sucking the soft spot beneath your jaw, lips deceptively sweet. “but you want more, don’t you.”
more.
your stomach seizes at the thought of it, the promise. you grasp at her wrist and sana hisses, dipping her hand beneath underneath your underwear to slide a finger inside you. keening when she adds another digit, stretching you open—another sounds leaves your mouth and sana laughs when you’re clamping around her fingers.
“you feel so good like this, y/n. so good.” she watches as she fucks her fingers in and out of you, transfixed by the sight. almost resentful of her own body. “i wish i could live in you. i wish—”
“you could,” somehow croaking that out when she has four fingers inside. “i’d let you.”
sana lets her intrusive thoughts get the better of her, growling while she surges down your body. your panties are up in the air as she raises a leg up, thumb petting your clit. you’re rearing up with a shout, a splintering sound, bursting, but sana doesn’t give you any breathing room. next thing you know, she has the flat plane of her tongue swiping upward that pushes your undoing even faster.
it’s good enough to cry, you can feel the salt on your tongue when sana leans up again for another kiss before trailing down to your pussy. there’s a malformation with how the kisses are sloppier on your lips above and below, but the pleasure is good. she makes you feel like euphoria is an ever-present force that is kept within you, and it’s much deeper than the sex. the sprawling root of it is happiness, and sana.
“c’mon, y/n, my lovely girl,” sana says tightly, jaw clenching when she breathes over your clit. her eyes hazy like she might be the one to cum again. “give me another.”
you wrap your legs around her, canting up so that her mouth and tongue go deeper, and you both moan from it. sana’s finger finds your clit again, so wet the sound is purely obscene, but it only strokes the fire of your pleasure, makes it build higher and higher.
“that’s it. there we go. t-there—”
sana stops short. a bitten-off cry, and she doubles down on your clit. her fingers clench around your walls, and there’s a gentle wave—mouth parted to sigh.
she stays for a second, pulling her hand out examining the slimy fluid between the fingers, licking them seductively that makes you roll your eyes and look away. sana just laughs at you, “fuck you, for making me like this.”
your head hits the desk, “not sorry. i like it when you’re needy for me.”
she huffs out, “little minx. when i’m done with you—”
“what? i won’t be able to walk?”
sana’s face falls flat, but her eyes spark with lurid determination as she leans in and whispers, “everything i’ve gotten in life, i’ve had solely because i wanted it badly enough. you think that doesn’t apply to the things i wanna do to you?”
your heart hammers like a jack-rabbit. red-hot heat slowly consumes your face. “i—”
she moves off of you but keeps her arms bracketing your hips. “we’re moving to my room,” she interjects. “i need a bed if i want you to sit on my face.”
eyes were wide open while you managed to slip out of sana’s hold, scurrying to the bedroom down the hallway. sana’s signature laugh echoes as she chases you down behind.
—
it’s a bit chilly outside when mina calls you, the autumn weather creeping beneath your new coat to settle into your bones. hitching the collar up your neck for cover, and the phone is out from your pocket to see your cousin’s name. you’re repressing a sigh, picking up,
“hey.”
“yo.” mina has many greetings. “where are you right now?”
“i got out of class, walking to the subway.”
“are you by yourself?”
“yes,” you say. “obviously. why wouldn’t i be?”
“you usually have that slightly taller girl tagging along with you. the one with the model face.”
“tzuyu.” you correct sharply. “and you’re not wrong, but she has her own life. you know? a girlfriend?”
“and you? you got anyone?”
frozen, stumbling in your tracks. mina could be asking for curiosity, but you know your cousin too well; she’s not the kind to be asking unnecessary questions.
“no, i don’t,” you answer cautiously.
“are you sure?”
“why even bother asking me?” you retort, voice clipped. “even if i was seeing someone. i’d mention it right away, even with thanksgiving around the corner.”
“i don’t see what thanksgiving has anything to do with it.”
“most normal people introduce their partners to family, mina. not everything personal is some dirty little secret.”
“don’t you dare try to get snippy with me. i was just asking a question, not cuffing you to a table for an interrogation. chillax.”
you’re cringing with knitted brows, stepping down the stairwell into the subway station. it’s a lot warmer, “whatever. i just wanted to know why you were asking.”
“i was asking because you haven’t been calling me lately. i figured that someone else was taking up all of your time besides auntie.”
your jaw tenses. there’s this wave of guilt that makes your clinch your lip, voice much gentler when you follow up, “i’ve just been busy, mina. you know that.”
“yeah?” the customary ten seconds of loaded silence pass before mina adds, “speaking of busy, don’t come down for thanksgiving this year. i’m gonna be busy with work.”
work. the nameless occupation mina had never bothered explaining to you, not since you were in your teens. you’ve had your own suspicions and theories, but you never even had the frame of mind to confirm them yourself.
even with the disappointment; it’s actually comforting in a weird sense. “that’s fine. i have finals to get ready for anyway.”
“you’re not upset by this?”
“no.”
“and you’re not lying to me about anything, right?”
“no, mina.” you say, smiling ruefully. “why would i? when have either of us ever lied each other about anything?”
good as dammed, but there’s no care for it. i wouldn’t even matter anyway. it comes as a concern for how little tinges of that feeling is there still.
mina sighs out. “talk to you later then, if you do call me.”
you hang up after. the lasting thought of mina doesn’t even come afterwards.
—
not even more than two steps into the entrance hallway when the doorbell calls you.
you’re freezing, eating away at the fragile patience, but when you look through the peephole. you don’t think twice about opening the door. “tzuyu?”
she’s standing across from you, arms folded, foot tapping, and pouting. “you’ve been neglecting me.” she accrues.
“huh?” you ask stupidly while blinking in a fast state.
tzuyu rolls her eyes and breezes past you, chilling air carrying the rich scent of yves saint-laurent. you follow her into the living rom, watching her shuck off her louis vutton jacket and tosses it onto the seat.
“well?” she demands, whirling around to face you. “tell me what did she do to you?”
“what?”
“your little sugar mommy-doctor-girlfriend.”
“tzuyu–”
“whatever she did, she’s good enough to keep you from calling or texting your best friend for a week.”
“what?” you’re gasping out again. “a week? i haven’t…”
with a rush of the phone, you’re pulling up messages only to notice that you have, in fact, been ignoring tzuyu’s texts for the better part of a week. all of your besties messages. the only person you’ve kept consistent contact with is sana, and the last text you sent her was–
well—best to the imagination.
“i’m so sorry,” you breathe out, throwing your phone off to approach tzuyu, taking her mittened hands, gently directing her to sit on the couch. “i’m so sorry, tzuyu. i didn’t mean to ignore you or shuhua or irene or anyone, i just—”
“you’ve been preoccupied with your new girl?”
“yeah,” you admit, bit of shame hanging, but adding, “and school. dooyoung–the guy editing my thesis—says it’s coming together really nicely, so.”
tzuyu whoops, reaching out to shake your leg. “and you’ll be presenting it next semester! how do we feel about that?”
“pretty good.”
suddenly, her eyes soften, shifting closer. “i was mostly kidding, by the way, about you neglecting me. i remember how i was when i first got with shuhua. you couldn’t get me away from her.”
“it’s different, though.”
“what makes you say that?”
“because shuhua is your girlfriend and sana is my—”
you stop, horrified by the abrupt burn of tears. you turn away to conceal yourself, blinking hard, but tzuyu was always quick to notice. she wraps her arms around your elbow, leaning into your shoulder. “your sugar mommy,” she finishes gently, but you flinch like it’s a slap.
“yeah. that.”
“if it bothers you so much, then why are you staying with her?” i’m sure she’s given you enough that you have time to figure out another way to get money. it’s not like you need her.”
“yeah,” you reply dully, still not meeting eyes with tzuyu. your mind is playing the denial aspect a lot more tougher now. “you’re right. i don’t.”
—
with all things and struggles, you compartmentalize.
you’re refusing to think of the blooming feelings for sana more than you have to, and in the even that you can’t, distraction was the solution: school, work, friends. and on the rare occurrence as crazy it would seem, shopping.
“an IKEA drawer?” sana asks, baffled. you keep your phone between shoulder to ear. “why the fuck did you go to IKEA?”
“i needed to,” you answer, pushing the giant box inside of your apartment, leaning against the wall as it’s on the wall. “my other drawer was broken. i’ve had it for like, seventeen years, so i figured that it was time for a change.”
“and you could afford it?”
a rhetorical question. what sana’s really asking if the two bundred she sent you last week was a decent enough amount that you could splurge on. clenching your teeth, flushing.
“yes.”
“y/n, baby. i sent you the money so that you could go shopping.”
“i did. and i shopped at IKEA.”
“are you gonna build the drawer now?”
“yeah.”
“let me come over. i can build it for you/”
“sana, it’s fine. i’ve built furniture before.”
“so have i. in fact, i bet i could have it done in half the time it takes you to read the instructions.”
“oh really now?” cocking a brow in disbelief. “how soon can you come over?”
—
time didn’t really pass, staring at sana from the bed, chin resting on your palm as you watch her hiss and curse to herself, pink screwdriver in hand. the sweat rolls enticing down the hard ridges of her abs, her hair is up and out of her face in a knot. the most exhilarating part in all of this was watching him use her shirt as a sweat rag.
“are you sure you don’t—”
“i’m almost done,” sana snaps, eyes flashing with indignation. “just give me ten more minutes.”
true to her word, she was nearly done. the drawer stands tall in front of her, most of the pieces already constructed and put into place. all that’s missing is the top set of the drawers, which she has in her hands right now.
still, it’s only mildly entertaining just to watch sana. you debated studying to pass the time, but the focus wasn’t enough on your book to make it stick. reading was also out of the question, and texting irene went nowhere after she revealed that she was on a date and couldn’t speak. the news that things with her and seulgi were going well and exciting to hear, but not long after. sana’s shirt was off.
“it’s really fucking hot in here,” had been the excuse mainly.
“is this supposed to keep me distracted? you ask.
“i’m not trying to do anything. if you’re distracted, that’s your prerogative.”
liar. she’s been annoyed the second you stopped foching on her long enough to try facetime tzuyu.
you sigh, spitefully debating on what you can do to fluster sana. the limited options, though, tend to lean more in one direction and the idea of willfully doing any of them was embarrassing.
suddenly, she whoops. “i finished!”
you roll over on your stomach to see sana sliding the drawer into the top slot, circling it, pulling on different knobs to test the tightness and checking for smoothness of the pulling out and pushing in of the drawers. she grins at you, triumphantly. “i told you i could do it.”
“i never said that you couldn’t.”
“it was in your tone.”
you smile, and sana straightens up to bend something in her body. a loud crack sounds, followed by a pained sigh, and her eyes open more glazed. “fuck.”
soon after sana is laid flat on the mattress when you motioned her, face turned towards you with a look that says are you okay?
“my back. it’s been annoying me since work—fuck.”
you nick your head as you cautiously glide your hands over her skin, kneading the muscle softly, and sana just hums with relief. “keep doing that.”
straddling on sana’s ass, languidly moving your fingers up. she just melts. sana perks up when you giggle. “what?”
“nothing.”
“tell me.”
“i think it’s kinda bad for you to have back pain at your age, and it’s kinda mindblowing how active you are.”
“don’t be that dramatic, i’m not that old.”
“for someone that’s near thirty.”
“that’s a bit harsh.”
you giggle again before leaning down, lips skimming sana’s ear lobe. “i’m just teasing you.”
“you’re so fucked up for saying that, i’m only twenty-nine still.”
“don’t be so sensitive.” you say pressing a kiss to her nape. “not bad if you're in your early late twenties early thirties while i’m in my early twenties.”
sana sinks into you, like clay in your hands. when you move to the ridge of her cheekbone, she leans into you, turning her head to catch your lips. a languid kiss is shared, tongues melding, unhurried, but that fire is sparked between your hips and it becomes urgent. it’s a slow grind that’s rolled out, eyes fluttering at the friction.
you pull away while sana breathes out, “fuck,” and flips you over now that you’re straddling over her front. your hands are on her waist, and sana moves her leg up between your legs, doubling down on the notice that you’re not wearing anything underneath the shorts, lips parting.
she leans up to kiss you. sana always kisses you, mouth consuming like she wants to suck you inside. “i didn’t know you watching me build furniture would get you so hot.”
“everything you do gets me hot.”
sana moans and binds you up against her, hips bucking, delicious friction sending stars behind your eyes. you wrap your arms around her neck, panting into her mouth, so euphoric that you want to weep. so happy.
when she breaks way to squeeze your breasts, a loud knock sounds at the door, startling you. sana, however, is unmoved.
“ignore it,” she says, breath hot on your neck. “ride me.”
your eyes flutter and you’re grasping at her hair, already picturing it, the slick coming out of you on her leg, the fruition and contact deep enough to send you reeling. and then you hear it:
“y/n!” another loud knock, more insistent. “open the door!”
shit, you think, cursing, the word flying form your mouth now. “shit, shit.”
sana pulls away from you, concerned, but you’re already beating her in the scramble. she watches you rush to the mirror to fix your hair.
“what’s up? who is that?”
“mina,” you breathes, cold panic pulsing through your veins. “my cousin.”
“oh, well—”
“it’s a bigger deal than you think,” you snap. “and stay here. she can’t see you.”
sana’s eyes widen. “what–?”
“stay here, sana.”
you rush out of the room and hurry towards the front door. through the peephole, you see mina on the other side, arms crossed and expression stoic. you exhale deeply before opening the door, forcing a smile.
“hi, mina.”
she hums in greeting, shoulders knocking as she walks past you. when she spots the IKEA box, she stops short.
“you bought furniture?”
“yes,” you answer hesitantly, clammy fingers clasped behind you. “i needed a new drawer.”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“i need to call you every time i buy furniture?”
“no. but these things sell for three hundred bucks. it’s expensive.”
“this one was on sale. one–fifty.”
mina makes a deep sound in her throat, unsatisfied, but her journey is continued throughout your apartment.
“so, uh. what are you doing here?”
“it’s thanksgiving tomorrow.”
“oh. i thought…you told me not to come. you said you were busy.”
“some time opened up in my schedule,” she says, and finally stops long enough to look at you. her eyes were shrewd, filled with knowing. it only raises the sirens going off in your head louder. “i decided to come see you.”
“ah,” you breathe. “well, um. i didn’t buy any food. maybe we can order–?”
“why are you so flustered? mina interrupts. “is there something going on?”
“what? no, no, of course–”
“mina?” icy pinpricks poke your skin, and you slowly turn around to see sana standing in the hallway. her clothes and hair have been fixed, and she smiles at mina with a polite curiosity.
your cousin’s expression sours instantly. “who the fuck is this?”
“mina!”
“who is this. why is she in you apartment?!”
sana walks towards mina, unphased by the insult. she sticks her hand out, “my name is minatozaki sana. nice to meet you.”
mina peers at sana, neck tilted at an angle that would be comical if not for the fact that you feel like throwing up. finally, she looks at you again.
“we need to talk.”
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Is It Over Now? | LN4
lando norris x reader (fc: olivia rodrigo)
— Part 4
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Summary: As Lando's life goes on, so does Y/N's life. But has she finally found someone new? She is always afraid to compare her new relationship with her previous relationship because she knows that deep down she is not completely over him.
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user oh y/n with her new boyfriend?
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you vex me (aemond targaryen x reader)
part two now posted!
pairing: aemond targaryen x velaryon fem!reader
warning: angst , pining, enemies to lovers ?? , incest (uncle/niece) it's hotd ofc.
word count: 1.5k
a/n: i couldn't help myself but use the iconic bridgerton line as a prompt for this. if y'all want this to be an enemies to lovers series let me know
The wind rustled the Weirwood tree, leaves drifting down from the branches above – your candle lamp being the only source of light as it illuminated the empty courtyard. The Godswood had become your escape from the endless politics that lived within the Keep. It started when you were a child as a place to hide from your siblings, now a place to hide from the world – since returning to King's Landing with your mother Princess Rhaenyra, and your siblings there has been barely a moment where there wasn’t an argument or physical altercation of sorts. The nightly visits to the old Weirwood tree had become a routine at this point, you had gotten quite good at sneaking out of your chambers without alerting your guards.
You breathe in the open air, the smell of poppy flowers and the candle wax that burnt aside you whifting through your nostrils. You had missed the beauty of the Red Keep, that is beauty that remained untouched by the Greens that now overrule the place you once called home. You sink deeper into the grass, propping the book you borrowed from Daemon on your lap, the candle lamp flickering as you read to yourself. You let your mind wander as you mindlessly study the text, enjoying your peace when you hear a loud groan followed by some hushed arguments.
Your personal escape invaded.
The darkness engulfed the courtyard as you extinguished the candle flame, a part of yourself nagging you to return to your chambers before you’re caught, the other wanting you to stay. Book in hand you hid behind the Weirwood tree when the sound of Aegon stumbling into the ground broke the silence, Aemond following close behind him.
“Oh it’s you fools,” you say curtly, stepping out from behind the tree. You glance at Aegon, still laying face down in the grass mumbling nonsense words to himself. “Seems like someone had one too many drinks,”.
“Where is your guard?” Aemond questioned, strands of his silver blonde hair falling over his shoulder as he struggles to hold up the now unconscious Aegon. Even in the darkness, you can see his muscles flex, bunching his leather sleeves up as he adjusts Aegon’s slumped body around his arm.
“Where is yours, Uncle?” You jest. Aemond’s eye rakes your figure up and down, with the whole distraction you had completely forgotten that you stood in the courtyard in your nightgown. You wrap your arms closer to your chest, using the book as a cover – despite that you could still feel his gaze on you.
“One might question your reasoning for being out during the hours of the owl, dear niece… given your mother’s reputation and all,” he steered, his words mocking – an attempt to get a raise out of you.
“Mmm, your words do not provoke me…” you reply, stepping towards him, “Given the position your brother is in, it is quite hypocritical no?” you continue now standing toe to toe. Neither one of you broke the gaze, he stood tall and agile – raising his hand he grazes his fingertips along a strand of your hair letting it fall. Your lips flatten into a thin line, not giving him the response he craves.
All of sudden, Aegon’s stomach lurched and gurgled as he retched into the bushes, Aemond unfazed by his older brother's unsavory behavior. Aegon wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes half open as he floundered through the courtyard yelling incoherent sentences. Cursing, Aemond attempted to quiet his brother, “Do you want to get caught, you idiot?”. His slender fingers gripped Aegon's collar as he attempted to drag him out, Aegon resisted, kicking his younger brother and causing Aemond to lose his grip. The two toss and chase one another around the courtyard, although it is an entertaining show it was beginning to become an issue. As much as you hate to admit it Aemond is right, if guards were to find that had snuck out of your chambers rumors would circulate, and albeit you have become attuned to the whispers about your family – it would do no good for your mother.
The siblings continue to wrestle with each other, “Oh for Heaven’s sake, will both of you stop.” you interrupt, “I would rather not get caught being out of my chambers… especially not with you two pigs,”. Aemond ignoring your words continued to hold his brother down, his hair flowing off his shoulder as he knelt down to Aegon – his hands curled into fists striking him unconscious. You jolt towards them, your face painted in shock, Aemond untroubled brushes his knuckles – the ends of his mouth quirking into a smirk as he watches your expression.
“You did ask for us to stop, did you not?” Aemond coaxes amused by your annoyance. You roll your eyes, deciding whether you should leave the two or assist. The latter decision winning, you walk past Aemond’s lean silhouette, using your full weight to pull up Aegon’s limp body. “What are you doing?”, he questions his eyebrow creasing as he watches you.
“As I said, I wish not to get caught… so let’s get on with it,” you commanded, struggling to hold Aegon’s motionless- self upright. He hefted Aegon’s body and held him against himself like a child, taking the majority of his weight off you. “Lord, he is deceivingly heavy,” you groan as you wrap your arm around him helping Aemond carry his brother back to his chambers.
“I thought you were strong? like your brothers,” Aemond’s jaw clenched as he stifles his laugh, a proud grin across his face. You abruptly come to a halt hanking Aegon’s arm back, causing him and Aemond to lose balance and stumble into the stone pavement.
“Oops, I thought I saw a guard, my mistake!” you remarked looking down at him. His eye darkens, pushing his body off the ground, he plants himself before you. Perhaps you had pushed him too far. His fingers snake under your chin and rest beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his stare.
“You infuriate me,” his grip tightened across your jaw, not enough pressure to bruise but firm enough to leave traces of his touch.
“And you vex me,” jolting your chin up, his finger tracing the lines of your face. You study his face, his sharp features prominent in the dark night. The faded scar across his face, although a symbol of the rivalry – fascinated you, it made you want to trace the lengths of it with your fingers but you resisted.
“You truly are the bane of my existence,” he mumbled, his body so close to yours you can feel his warm breath and his musky scent that lingered between your bodies. His blue eye pierced into yours. He places his grip down on your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips before you could register it. Although your mind despises him, your body says otherwise. Aemond grins at your sounds, his middle and forefinger touching your chin and then brushing your bottom lip. Every nerve in your body is searing with heat from his touch. Your breath catches in your lungs as his other hand snakes into your hair pulling your face closer, your lips hovering inches away from his.
Aegon’s groans interrupt you both, “Fuck,” Aemond whispers, pulling away from you. You stood dazed. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten he was still unconscious on the ground. You did not know who to hate more, Aegon for ruining the moment, or yourself for feeling the way you feel for Aemond. You hide your disappointment, as Aemond steps away from you hoisting his brother upright. You slowly move towards them holding up Aegon on the other side, your face still flustered.
The shuffles of your footsteps echo the empty corridor nearing Aegon’s chamber. Aemond adjusts his grip on Aegon, his fingers graze your arm. The sudden contact hitches your breath, his fingers still on your arm, unfazed at the warmth underneath his touch. You let his fingertips linger on your arm as you both hauled the drunken Prince into his room.
You wait by the door as Aemond carries his brother to his bed. Despite the fight that had just occurred with his brother, Aemond is still careful placing him down. You struggled to comprehend how someone could be so vexing but so gentle. All you knew was that Aemond Targaryen intrigues you.
His lean figure appears from the darkness of Aegon’s chamber, you notice his expression soften as he sees you still waiting. You clear your throat, “I should make way to my chamber…” you pause a part of you hoping he would interject, “It is late,” you continue.
“Indeed,” His demeanor changed to the Aemond you knew, the Aemond you loathed. He stood tall with his arms behind his back – not bothering to make eye contact with you.
You scoff, “Goodnight Prince Aemond,”, you roll your eyes as you turn to make your way to your quarters when a sudden grip pulls you back forcing you to collapse into his body. You look down at his hand firm on your arm. Aemond’s mouth descends onto yours, you tense – but return the movements. His kiss is a hungry clash of tongue and teeth. His hand cups your face, the other entangled in your hair as he captures you in a firmer kiss.
“I still despise you,” you say in between deep kisses. You feel his smile as he murmurs, “I know,” into your lips, the inviting warmth of his tongue skimming along yours.
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five things about you [k.ohara x reader]
prompt: five things kelley does while you're pregnant that makes you fall more inlove with her.
author notes: i think this is finally the end of my writers block. i have so many requests in my inbox, and i swear i'll get to them eventually (sooner than later i hope). hope y'all enjoy this kelley fluff!
I. how she talks to your belly when she thinks you're sleeping
ever since you started to show a bit with a small belly bump kelley has been talking to it. the moment you drift off to sleep she places her hands gently on your belly and places a few soft kisses on the skin there. smiling as she quietly says whatever comes to mind.
"your momma ate lots of fruit today, i hope you liked them" she says. laughing when she remembers how you refused to eat anything but fruit the whole day. claiming that anything else would be too nasty, too bitter. you needed something sweet and only that. "she walked around a lot today too. couldn't sit down until i picked her up and put her on the couch. did that bother you? huh, baby?" kelley smiles, placing another kiss on your belly.
what kelley doesn't realize is that you are wide awake, just too tired from the day to open your eyes. ever since you gotten pregnant you have became a light sleeper (one of the worst things pregnancy have gifted you in your opinion). it takes everything in you to not smile and tangle your fingers in the brunette's hair. however instead of doing that, you just let kelley continue saying nonsense to your swollen belly. internally reminding yourself to tease her about this when you two's baby is born, but for now you let her indulge.
II. how she lifts up your belly every time you complain about the weight
kelley has been very in tune with any pains you had since you started to show symptoms of pregnancy. finding a way to help with every one or aleast a way to support you though it. when your feet started to swell, she would massage them or carry you wherever you wanted to go even if you complained about how you would be too heavy. same with when your back started to hurt, she massages it with such care that you swear she must have took some classes. weird cravings? don't worry she already is on her way to the store to buy them.
your all time favorite though is definitely when your wife takes it upon herself to relieve you of some of that belly bump weight.
"is this good enough for you, babes?" kelley says against your ear as her hands up under your belly. smiling as she lifts up your bump. placing a kiss on your cheek when you groan out in satisfaction. "very good. thank you, baby" you say. turning your head to give a kiss in appreciation. the brunette hums into the kiss, savoring the domesticity of the moment.
III. how she excited she gets when you two go baby shopping
the best part of your pregnancy is the shopping part. going into different shops as you look at various adorable baby clothes, toys, and strollers makes all the pain worth it. the mental gymnastics you jump though to justify some of your purchases are sorta insane, but it's not like kelley is complaining. far from it. if she could spend half of her day in the shops, looking at baby clothes, she would.
you two's hands are interlocking as y'all walk into a small boutique. d.c is littered with similar shops like these and you enjoy that fact very much. the shop is nicely decorated with baby blue, white, and a light yellow being the main colors. you let go of kelley's hand to go over to the clothes section and you assume kelley walks over to the toys section as you hear a baby rattle that your wife is most likely playing with right now.
"pink or purple..?" you mumble to yourself as your hands rest on some baby dresses. the little ruffles on the dresses making you wish the baby was here faster than your due date. your indecision doesn't last long as you feel the presence of someone besides you. before you can even turn to see who it is, their voice already tells you who it is.
"do you think our little girl is going to like dinosaurs or whales?" kelley says with a t-rex plushie in one arm and a humpback whale plushie in the other. both are absolutely adorable, but you find kelley the most adorable out of the three. "does it really matter? she can just like both, so get both" you say as you go back to back to looking at the dresses.
"but babeee, it does matter!" kelley half shouts, half whispers. "little kids usually fixate on just one thing and i don't wanna get her the one she wouldn't fixate on" she pouts at your lack of attention to the obviously very big problem at the moment. you giggle, turning towards her fully to look at the plushies again. "i don't think that's actually true but okay baby, whatever you say" you grab onto the whale plushie and pull it out of kelley's grasp. holding it up to eye level to really get a look at it.
"hm.. this one," you hand the plushie back to your wife. she smiles at you before frowning again, "but what if you're wrong?"
"why would i be wrong? i'm the one giving birth to the little rascal."
"for one, she's not a rascal and for two, you can still be wrong babe!"
"okay okay, just get both" you say. kelley just nods before walking off, probably back to the toys aisle.
now back to those dresses..
IV. how she always carries you at every opportunity like you weigh nothing
it didn't matter if you were in pain or not, kelley was always quick to pick you up bridal style. you always whine that "you're too heavy" but your wife doesn't really care.
it's another day where your back is killing you and your feet feel like they are water balloons just waiting to pop. you try to ignore the pain by laying down on the couch and drowning yourself in stupid rom-coms until kelley makes it back home.
that method only works for so long so when you hear the sound of the front door opening, you sit up and call out for kelley, "babe!"
"hm? what is it, baby?" she says as she walks into the living room. dropping her bag down near the end of the couch. she realizes what is the problem as she notices how you are still on the couch just like how you were two hours ago when you were on the phone with her. "baby hurting you?" kelley chuckles as you nod, coming around the couch to stand next to where you are sitting up at. taking a single finger to lightly tap on your stomach, "bad baby."
"don't be mean to my princess," you joke, giving kelley a light slap on her hand. she grabs onto your hand and gives it a kiss before placing a kiss on your baby bump. "sorry, little one. just wish you didn't cause your momma so much pain," she says as she lays her head against the bump.
you smile hearing her words. letting out a light yawn that makes kelley look up from your belly to you.
"tired?"
"mhm. been tired the entire day, but i didn't feel like walking up the stairs to bed.." you mumble. the obvious sleepiness in your voice makes kelley frown. she stands up before picking up without any warning. you yelp in surprise, slapping your wife gently on the shoulder. laughter flows from your lips as kelley starts to walk out of the living room. you don't start whining about how you weight too much until she reaches the stairs. "i'm way too big to be carried up a flight of stairs," you whine out. trying to get out of kelley's grasp, but she holds onto you tight enough that you can't wiggle out of her arms.
"never too heavy for me. if that ever happens i guess i just need to hit the gym more," the brunette laughs out. empathizing her point as she easily walks up the stairs with you in her arms. not faltering once.
she takes you right into you two's bedroom and lays you down on the bed. placing a kiss on your forehead before going over to the closet to grab one of her oversized shirts. throwing it to you as she walks back over to the bed. "too sleep in. want you to be all comfy," kelley lays down on the bed beside you. "thanks baby" you say as you change into the shirt, being too lazy to change out of your pajama shorts.
it takes only ten minutes for you to slip off to sleep after your head hits the pillow. of course you wake back up five minutes later, turning over to cuddle into kelley's side before drifting back off. she places soft kisses all your face as you drift off, admiring how peaceful you look.
V. how she proudly shows you off
kelley considers herself to be a pretty private person when it comes to relationships. you two's relationship wasn't even confirmed until you posted a photo of your engagement two years ago. however, she was happy to show off your pregnancy. posting a photo dump of you being adorable doing pregnant wifey things every couple months. she just finds you to be even more beautiful after getting pregnant. that baby glow was doing wonders for you.
it was the day of the baby shower alex and your sister helped to plan. kristie was also the one to help you pick out an aesthetic for the venue, but that was pretty much it.
you have cried about five times since the party started. once because seeing your family come out made you emotional, another two times because all of kelley's friends were sweethearts especially alex who is by your side for a majority of the event, one more time after seeing harper (sam bought along some of her aussie friends and katrina wouldn't miss the opportunity to come to a baby shower) running around with charlie which made you think of the baby that is ready to pop in your belly, and one last time because the vanilla cake was really good.
after eating, it was time to reveal the gender of the baby to you two's family and friends. kelley's arm is resting over your shoulder as you hold a white balloon in your hands.
"ready, baby?" she whispers to you. smiling once you nod.
"alright!" kelley says loudly to the mini crowd infront of you two. "one, two, three!" they count down. on three kelley pokes the balloon and it pops out pink confetti. lynn is the first to gasp out in celebration and pretty soon everyone follows after.
while everyone else is celebrating the reveal, kelley is pulling you into a hug. your arms go to wrap around her neck. tears threatening to fall from your eyes despite having already known the gender of the baby before the whole event. "i don't even know why i'm about to cry. we both already knew it was a babygirl," you say into kelley's shoulder. she pulls back a bit to look at her. wiping the tears that did manage to escape from your eyes. "it's okay. it's not just about the reveal, but having everyone here with us makes it so special. i almost cried but you know.. i would rather not being teased forever" she reassures you.
you two take a few more moments to talk before celebrating with the rest of your friends and family.
later on in the evening, long after the kiddos attending the party were put to sleep, all of the adults sit at the tables. kelley and you are back standing at the front of the venue where all the gifts are. a glass of wine sits nicely in your wife's hands with her other hand resting on your belly.
"okay firstly i would like to thank everyone for coming out, we loved seeing you all. secondly i want to thank the beautiful woman standing next to me right now.." the brunette smiles as you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. "i want to thank my beautiful wife, y/n, for being the perfect woman for me. who happily supports me with every venture i done and is always there for me. you're going to be a great mother once this little one pops. love you, baby" she says before pulling you into a short kiss.
you almost use your hand to shelter you two but decide against it. the damage is already done and you can already hear sam starting her teasing. emily of course has to jump in on it too.
looks like kelley isn't going to go tease-free today after all.
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a friend of mine said that the environment would be better if everyone lived in cities and basically left the rest of the natural world alone... i felt like there was something wrong with that argument but i really dont know enough about it to have a real point against it. i might be biased though cause i love being around nature and want to be able to live rural without killing the environment? idk im just wondering if she's right and how to live in a way that isnt negatively impacting the world
love your blog btw, it's been the thing that's helped me understand ecology for once
the idea that humans Are Bad for the ecosystem—not that particular activities or practices have particular negative effects, that just humans existing harms the environment—is in fact the worst idea ever
I mean, first of all, where does your friend think food comes from?
"Food" is one of the problems. It's one of a lot of problems. Some other problems include "all other natural resources besides food" and "human rights."
It's not just your friend, this kind of thing has been suggested in varying ways by self identified "leftists" a bunch of times, and I genuinely hope they're mostly random laypeople who can't really be expected to know more than they can learn from being terminally addicted to Twitter, because otherwise I will call them "dumber than a sack of hammers" in those exact words.
No offense to your friend. Your friend is a laypeople. And sadly, non-experts end up with ass-backwards ideas about how conserving the environment works, because of all this commonplace nonsense about humans being a cancer upon the planet. I'm not angry about those people, just sad.
But my serious answer is—The world's most intact and best managed ecosystems are found on land owned and managed by Indigenous people, who do what with the land?
LIVE ON IT.
And these groups of people learned to manage and care for the land how?
BY LIVING ON IT.
Conventional (white, Western) intuition holds that human management of an ecosystem should reduce biodiversity, but what science shows—I mean what study and observation and data and more study and more observation and more data shows—is that indigenous land management practices can do better than Nature can on her own.
I mean, for one thing, if you don't live in a place, you don't observe it every day. You don't see how the ecosystem and its inhabitants change over time. You can't learn about it, and therefore you don't know about it.
Disconnection from nature is ignorance about nature and ultimately apathy towards nature, and that's the worst and most disrespectful thing we can do.
And like I hope it's clear that even in the imaginary scenario where everyone lives in a city, even if this was possible (it's not), the city dwellers who are separate from nature are living a silly little lie. You're part of the ecosystem. Don't like it? Go become a rock in space.
The electrical signals moving through your brain right now are rays of sunlight that were soaked up by a plant that grew in dirt. Do you know fruit? Do you enjoy fruit? I enjoy fruit, I'm drinking a smoothie right now! That fruit y'all love so much was pollinated by a bug.
A bug did that for you! Because you're family! Because you're part of this world, because you belong to this intricate and ancient community of living things that need each other, that were shaped by evolution to need each other, and nature cannot abandon you.
But more on the cynical side of things, even if you don't know where the hell a berry grows or how, someone has to grow and harvest and ship that berry to you, someone who has to live somewhere, and you should care who is doing it and how they're being treated and paid, and ultimately you should want for them the same things you want for you.
Urban life is just rural life with extra steps my friend.
Like, @ all the "put everybody in cities" crowd, what is the plan here? Fancy ass indoor aquaponics systems notwithstanding, we're not technologically at a point where we can just, like, build giant multi-story factory buildings where we grow food under special lamps, and even being at that point wouldn't make it a good idea. With all the hype about solar power, you'd think people would look at plants (have been using solar power just fine for like a billion years) and think, "Neat how those things can just make food when you stick 'em in the sunshine."
I'm sorry, I'm never going to be psyched about technological innovations that are like "We took a plant and put it inside."
There is so much I could say here. The brainrot in the wake of "cottagecore" discourse where a bunch of well meaning white people got convinced that farming was racist. The idea that rural people are somehow more complicit in colonialism than urban people, and that rural land is, I don't know, landier than urban land, and the correct and moral thing to do if you live on stolen land is to....what? Live on land that has a protective layer of concrete in between it and your racist feet?
Land ownership is a whole fucked up beast, but you're not cultivating a non-exploitative relationship with land by living in a city. There's just extra steps in between you and the land.
"Homesteading" as seen on cottagecore boards on Pinterest has a lot of white supremacist wet dream mixed in, but listen: It is not only okay, but GOOD, to want to live in close relationship with the land, with the food you eat, with the trees and plants that fill your lungs when you inhale. It's IMPORTANT. It's VITAL.
What has to change is that this relationship can't be based on ownership and dominance. Ecosystem is community and that ain't it.
My ancestors were colonizers, the land I live on right now was violently stolen, the ecosystem that once was very carefully managed so that it flourished with life was ravaged, and I don't even know the names of most of the life-forms that ought to be here. What now?
You belong to the ecosystem that takes care of you. You can't wash your hands of this and run away.
I feel like I'm getting off topic, but it's very much on topic actually. What I hope for the future is that we would stop entertaining the silly little lies that imagine we can just...opt out of participation in something that is underneath our every footstep and in our every breath. It would make us feel pure, but it wouldn't be real.
I do think that forcing people off the land that is their home is bad, in general. I don't think those people have to be indigenous for this to be bad—and successfully claiming otherwise is a bit of conundrum, since as far as I know, the political and social phenomenon of indigenous identity has a lot to do with the being forced off your land thing.
Obviously people like me don't have the same deeply central cultural relationship to the land, but the "we should all just go live in cities and leave nature to itself" proposal implies that such relationships are unnecessary or even bad.
I've said this before but I find it weird when environmentalists accommodate indigenous ways of life in their visions of the ideal future as like...a special exception granted because it's like, the nice thing to do for a historically marginalized and violently oppressed group. Not because there is value or merit in those ways of life. Like "Oh I guess indigenous people should be allowed to hunt because it's part of their culture" ????? And it's part of their culture because...why?
Maybe because it's a sustainable way of doing things and has been for millennia???
Like don't listen to me, look at the research, indigenous folks participating in ecosystems and managing them worldwide know what they're doing and the rest of the world should be looking to them as examples. Key word here is participating, because you can't competently manage an ecosystem with your head all the way up your ass with the idea that you're somehow not part of it.
Humans aren't a cancer upon the planet. It's capitalism and colonialism. It's the practice of seeing the world as a disposable resource to be exploited.
Humans lived in the place I called home for 15,000 years. Within the past 200 years, almost every forest was razed to the ground, and almost every large animal extirpated or damn near to it.
"Humans" did that! These humans are so terrible!
But I have to remember.
There are descriptions of this place from before that, and they describe a lush, teeming heaven-like paradise that the adjectives provided by English trembled to capture, so perfect and bountiful that the observers assumed this land was never tainted by Adam's sin.
Humans did that, too.
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Hii. Could you write headcanons for being in the lab with Tony (young!Tony and/or regular!Tony)? Like, keeping him company while he finishes a project so y'all can go to bed or something. And watching him in his element, talking nonsense to Jarvis, asking you to pass him a tool or to... asking him to explain what he's doing and seeing him go into full on science mode with sparkling eyes and whatnot and he's like super excited you're interested in his science stuff. And he kisses you to get his attention back if he notices your mind drifted in the middle of his rant (or if you just did something very well and he's like OMG LOOK AT MY GIRL DOING SCIENCE STUFF)
I think older Tony needs some love here! We’ve talked a lot about being with young Tony in his dad’s lab and doing homework with him and stuff, so let’s give our old man a chance to bore us x) I feel like I really railroaded this all over the place and got carried away but listen this is like the dream
Warnings: 18+ for kinda explicit sexual references
In the Lab With Him
💠It gets pretty lonely when all he does is hide away in his lab :( But that's his happy place- his safe space. Always dedicated to the cause and always addicted to doing more and doing it better! You can't drag him out so easily, so if you can't bring him to you, you'll have to go to him!
💠Not that Tony doesn't want and enjoy your company! But... it's not always the safest place 😥 and sometimes he escapes down here to be alone for a reason :( He might try to gently run you off the first few times you stick around a few minutes too long, but give him your best pout and tell him how much you miss him, with your hands on his biceps and legs bumping with his 🥺🥺🥺🥺 What's he gonna do? Say no?? He could never! It's not like you'll be down there all the time, so he'll probably make sure to leave the more finicky and flammable things for when you've gone to bed or something.
💠He definitely starts to appreciate the company! JARVIS can get pretty dry and sarcastic with him, and it gets pretty boring only getting help from DUM-E by his side. He's really not all that alone down here, huh? Or maybe it just proves your point that he's driving himself crazy down here...
💠And a good thing about finally being allowed in the lab is that you can actually make sure he's eating real food and drinking water down here 🤧 He can't hide all of those k-cups and go-go squeezes!
💠Bug the hell out of him! Ask questions! You may not understand most of it, but sometimes he sure does get excited! He's pointing out how things connect, and you get to see a little behind-the-scenes and inner workings of all the little moving parts in the suit! Ask nicely, and you might get to try on one of those helmets! Ask really nicely, and he might let you help him out a little! Usually it's just passing him tools or holding the flashlight! Don't worry, he won't yell at you if you jostle it.
💠If you ask really, really nicely, he might let you don one of those gauntlets and try your hand at shooting targets and most likely end up hitting the same spot on the wall he made a hole in the first time he ever tried this! Don't worry, he'll be holding onto you the whole time 🥰 But no matter how good you did or how nice you ask, you aren't going to get to try on the rest of the suit 😔
💠But there is something cute about it when he goes on a tangent, and his mind clicks behind his eyes when he finds a solution! Sometimes the biggest smile spreads across his cheeks, and even he looks amazed by the pixels and holograms floating around. Their blue glow reflects in his dark eyes, and his heart glows with them. He might kinda forget you're there and start thinking out loud, or stare off into space with the handle of a screwdriver smooshing at his lips. While he's searching all around the room for answers, sometimes he lands on you, looking over you as if you may be the solution to... something? You aren't even sure what he was looking for in the first place. But the more lost you look, the more cheek kisses you get when paces by 😘
💠Throw your own thoughts out to him when he's lost, even if it's something as simple as "hey, it looks like these could fit together." He'll either explain to you what they are and why they should not be 'fit together,' or you're a genius who gets lots of kisses! Sometimes you can connect a few things he rambles about and figure out how it works, and, after watching him for long enough, you do start to pick up on a few things. Take over a few times or ask if you can connect those wires this time, and he'll be a bit paranoid and watchful, but you seem to be having fun, and he is pretty proud seeing you start to pick up on what he's quite literally done his entire life! And it makes him feel a bit better knowing that you might could get by in an emergency. Maybe he should give you free rein more often, and teach you some new tricks!
💠There shouldn't be anything actually dangerous or hazardous that he lets you tinker with or help him with, but, just like him, you'll probably still get the occasional cut or burn 🤕 He'll feel super bad every time and might want to just jump the gun and keep you away again, or at least make you take a step back for a while. After some convincing, he'll calm down, but he'll still feel bad :/ he just feels like you got hurt because of him, which is like the whole thing he's supposed to prevent 😞 But for probably the first time ever, he gets to patch you up this time ❤️🩹
💠It's probably not all that shocking that you'll also end up having a lot of sex down there 😏 Whether you're sitting on top of his desk next to his computer or bent over a table and observing his work, eventually his hands will find their way to your hips. Sometimes, though, you have to be pretty careful. There's been a time or two when whatever he was working on ended up broken on the floor, or JARVIS has scared the life out of you both by suddenly announcing that he's finished running a diagnostic or asking Tony when he would like to start on something 😒 Well, suddenly could probably be put in quotations. JARVIS knows what he's doing!
💠Plus it's hard not to bother him when he always looks so hot in his element! Half the time he's in that slutty black tank top, with strong arms flexing and fingers so delicately twisting screwdrivers. Dark eyes are so stern and focused on whatever he's working on, and eerily similar to the commanding eyes that look down at you when you're on your knees 😏 And then his tongue pokes out in concentration and licks over his lips, and wouldn't he rather look at you like that instead?
💠He isn't blind to your ogling when he's wiping black grease from his fingers. In fact, he purposefully plays it up just for your amusement! He could just wipe his hands and be done with it, but no. He'll give you a show and twist a rag around each digit, and drag it up-and-down his middle and ring finger, familiarly pressed together. It wouldn't be the first time you've left the lab with a bit of a lingering taste of oil on your tongue 😌
💠You know, maybe you've been down here a little too long now, too, because the few Iron Man suits standing tall against the back wall are starting to look oddly... attractive? You and Tony have never been shy with experimenting in the bedroom, and there's something about the way he's flexing his fingers in that bulkier, shiny red handpiece that gives you more than a few ideas 👀 Pretend to ask questions about it and casually ask to touch, but as soon as you start brushing your fingers along the cool metal, and your hand seems so much smaller and fragile in his palm. He didn't exactly pick up on your true intentions, but now he has a few of his own 😈
💠He's mostly on his feet, but sometimes he's seated in an office chair or on a stool at the desk his monitors are sat on, editing code or a model, and usually this is the most boring part unless he lets you choose a color scheme or lets you come up with an acronym for whatever system he's programming over there. However, a lot of the time, he's far too focused and occasionally frustrated. So distracted, in fact, that he won't notice if you simply... slip beneath the desk and slide your hands between his legs 😏 You'll likely get a few warnings, but while his voice is stern, the hand in your hair isn't exactly pulling you away...
💠And while him removing his shirt can be arousing, all of that flies out of the window when he lifts his shirt and starts fiddling with the arc reactor! Let's be real, it's more than a little jarring to watch him take it out, as there's quite literally just a hole there 🤢 But that ghostly blue object is pretty interesting! While you may not want to hold that specific one (and it can't really be out of his chest for very long anyway), there are plenty of others lying around and fixed into those suits on the wall that you can hold and look at. It's the one thing you already know all about, but he always said his heart was in your hands. It's the closest you'll actually get to that 🥺
💠And speaking of ghostly blue glowy things, those blue 3D diagrams and holograms that can make this workspace into a whole new one is also very interesting! After watching him pluck and fling fake molecules and atoms around, you may be tempted to play around in his sandbox, too! It's pretty weird grabbing something realistic that's not actually there, and he'll even jump back a bit if you flick it his way 🤭
💠If you're bored out of your mind, talk to JARVIS when Tony's not using him! You probably already do that anyway, only now you can both gang up on him! JARVIS knows a lot of secrets and surprises after all, and while he's usually sworn to secrecy, he suddenly doesn't care much about that when he's telling you all about the one time you were out of town and he and DUM-E had a tea party, and about the "elongated silicone mold" that he's "not sure what good it did strapped to a suit." He just likes to make Tony squirm and make you laugh 😊 Wait- what did he do with that elongated silicone mold strapped to a suit while you were gone?
💠You can also get JARVIS to answer just about any question about why the chicken crossed the road, or have him replicate the solar system in the center of the room! Talk about a kiss under the stars! JARVIS can get a little curt with his creator at times, and his sarcastic comments can be very entertaining, but he’ll be a little more patient with you 😌 He might metaphorically roll his eyes if you ask him to divide by zero, though 😒 How original and profound of you 🙄
💠Poor DUM-E, always being yelled at :( Just as much as you have an attachment to JARVIS' AI, it's hard not to get attached to that one too! Stick up for the robotic arm that only sometimes breaks things and give it a little head(?) pat! Tony built it when he was 16, after all, so you know he has some sort of love and appreciation for the robot! It's fun watching them all interact, but remind DUM-E that Tony doesn't mean it when he says he'll turn him into a coat rack :(
💠It does make Tony feel a little guilty when you're over there hugging that sulking mechanical arm and cooing, or maybe he just feels bad because that's usually reserved for him >:(
💠When you're really bored, you might even get him to play catch with you, or spend your time teaching him how to paint or something! Fist bump his little grabby claw when he does a good job! Be nicer to his robot companion, and he'll spray you with the fire extinguisher first when things accidentally go awry :) Even if there wasn't even a fire 😅
💠Some days aren't so focused on his work, and he starts working on the project cars! You get to sit in the driver's seat and step on the gas pedal when he asks you to, or he might get you to put your smaller hands somewhere under those pipes to pull on something! But you might get bored at times on these days too. Sit in the back seat and he'll let you control the music that's always playing, or mess with him a little when he's underneath the hood and watch him hit his head if you're feeling a little devilish 😇 But if he's feeling just as devilish, you might end up back-first on that same hood... and you better not get even a scratch on it!
💠And some days are extremely busy. Full of paperwork and blueprints and half-redacted plans from god knows where that you're probably not supposed to see but it's probably fine! He's on the floor, surrounded with papers, and usually seated in the middle of his holographic sandbox of a mountainous landscape or fake missiles he occasionally tries to disarm. It's probably the most interesting thing to watch, yet he'll tend to put his foot down for once when he asks you to leave. While sometimes he doesn't mind you helping him plan escape routes for something you know nothing about, there are things that are obviously much more serious, like those fake missiles he keeps exploding, and he's trying his best not to freak the fuck out in front of you. Of all the fun you have with him in the safety of home, it's easy to forget the direness of his work.
💠And most days, you have to force him to wear those glasses he's supposed to be wearing when he's doing lots of eye-straining work, so pretty much every day. For someone who wears sunglasses at night and occasionally wears a fake black pair with JARVIS built into them, he sure acts like these drive him nuts! He's always pushing them up his nose, and is a bit obsessive in wiping the lenses of every fuzz and smudge. They probably don't bother him that much, but because you made him wear them, he's mad >:( and he's going to show you how awful they are >:( and his vision is slightly better... but it's different >:( But those translucent red frames are super cute sitting on his cheeks, and he always looks so wide-eyed and innocent with the way they curve with his brow and show off his puppy eyes 🥹 Sorry, Tony, doctor's orders and all 😌 Besides, he could never put a stop to something that gives him any extra attention 😉
💠So don't be afraid to smooch that sweet face 😘 It would be harder not to! Especially if he's run into a lot of problems and is getting frustrated. Get happy with him when he makes progress and kiss his cheek, or try to take his mind off of it by massaging at his biceps and gently kissing his shoulder ❤ Remind him that breaks exist and shut up any excuse with a quick kiss or drag him away. Make up a game to play in that 3D sandbox and think of solutions in a more fun and relaxed environment, or convince him to dance with you to his softer 80's playlist 😌
💠Sometimes he can be a bit silly all on his own, especially if he knows you're not paying attention anymore or bored out of your mind (but you just don’t like leaving him alone). He may just start doing a goofy little dance to make you laugh, or make whichever suit is nearby to do it for him! Or maybe he’ll just tackle you to the floor to wake you up instead
💠It may be easier to convince him back upstairs for bed after being with him all day. You're tired and want to go to sleep— with him 🥺 Wrap your arms around him or curl up in his lap and pout again. He can never say no! He may still end up back here before you wake up, but getting him in bed is better than napping in the backseat of one of the cars! Though you may be guilty of doing that with him a time or two… Oh! Don't forget to tell JARVIS and DUM-E goodnight, too :)
💠And sometimes he'll pull the "right after I do this" or "give me a few more minutes." If you aren't there to hold him to those words, he won't be in bed anytime soon. Occasionally, though, he does have a deadline, and occasionally he does like to procrastinate until the last minute, so as much as he really would like to go to bed, he really can't 😔 But maybe this time you can finally step in and help speed up the process! Even if you can't, at least stay up with him. You’ve come too far to go to bed lonely! Again. And he'll appreciate it too 😌 Besides, a tired Tony can easily become a reckless Tony, so maybe it's best you keep an eye on him? No last minute cuts or burns to clean, please! You already do that enough as it is 😮💨
💠If it’s been a few days since you stayed downstairs with him, or maybe even you’re out of town for a week or two, it'll somehow be even lonelier :( He often came down here to escape, but maybe it was just so he could feel shitty in private and you actually changed that :( and now even DUM-E doesn't want to work! And that's like the only thing he was programmed to do! You made work fun again! Playing with a holographic generator to make sure he doesn't pull the wrong wire first isn't as fun when you aren't there to snicker at the fake fire he starts (and a certain robotic assistant still tries to put it out), nor is it the same when that one song comes on. Maybe he'll make you your own helmet schemed with your favorite colors just because he misses you, and maybe because you just looked really good in his 😉
All the bonus gifs because I love him 🥰
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Kick's 2023 Fic Roundup (YEEEHA!)
[Please use the Kayne Malevolent voice for that title]
SOOOOOO all domains included—fics, original fiction, nonfiction, and copywriting—I wrote over 300k words this year. Of that, fic was 132,449 words! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I'm pretty proud of it, honestly, so I thought I'd hop on the rundown bandwagon.
Thanks to everyone who read my stuff, kudos-d it, commented on it, and yelled with me about it on Tumblr and Discord (Honk-Honk to all my honkos!!! 💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤). Y'all have made my life so much more fun this year.
The Sandman - Dreamling
Music When You Speak [Rated E | 72,075 words]
When incognito rock star Dream of the Endless drifts into Hob Gadling's record store, it's instant attraction. Neither of them expected things to get this serious.
This started out as an experiment in "taking time to enjoy the scenery," so naturally I had to [SPOILER ALERT] add a kidnapping subplot that ends with Dream naked and covered in blood.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oops.
I'm so glad so many people loved it. I loved it too. Still do.
Playlist here
Aaaaand complimentary ficlet, Piece by Piece [Rated T | 610 words].
I'll Make You Sorry [Rated E | 12,035 words]
Things from Hob's past are making Hob's hookups run screaming into the night, and it's really freaking him out. Dream is very concerned (both that other people are dreaming Hob's dreams and that Hob takes so many lovers).
This is my only canon-adjacent fic (so far) that isn't ficlet or pure smut, and I enjoyed making both of them so deeply uncomfortable. Also I need to write more Corinthian because I found his voice disturbingly easy to emulate. 😂😂😂
On Sex Dreams and Anachronisms [Rated E | 1,818 words]: Two embarrassing times Dream dropped in on Hob's sexy dreams and one much nicer one. Second silliest thing I wrote this year.
(Not) Spellbound [Rated E | 1,192]: This is just bondage smut. You're welcome. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
How to Extract Your Boyfriend from Toxic Internet Culture [Rated G | 704 words]: By far the silliest thing I wrote this year. Features retired Dream's stint as a True Crime Wine Mom.
One Tall Dark Stranger [Rated G | 565 words]: From the prompt "Accidental Hand Touching."
You Will Not Be Bothered [Rated G | 420 words]: From the prompt "picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face."
I'll Be a Better Man Than My Father Ever Was - Chapter 4 by @chaosclimber | for the Dreamling for Ukraine fundraiser.
[PODFIC] Inappropriate Uses of the Dewey Decimal System and Coworkers by Hob Gadling, no PhD (Chapter 2) by @chaosheadspace | for the Dreamling for Ukraine fundraiser.
Metaphysics by @quillingwords
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The Sandman - Femslash Weekend!
This was so fun, and I have at least one more femslash idea I really hope to have the spoons to finish in January. 💜🖤💜🖤
You're Gonna Catch Hell [Johanna/Mazikeen | Rated E | 2,116 Words]
Johanna Constantine, a gun for hire, is meeting a very dangerous new client at Club Hell. A mysterious woman who spots her right when she enters the club might pose some complications.
Pure smut, although I have an enormous hc around this AU that I'm not sure will ever see the light of day.
Obliterate All Prior Things [Lucienne/Gault | Rated E | Words 3,421]
Whatever horrible thing Lucienne says is happening to The Dreaming is certainly happening. But the other part—the bit where Lucienne thinks she is the reason for it—cannot be allowed to stand.
Run away with me, Gault wants to say. We'll find our own way. Be whoever we want. And you can finally rest.
I have huge feelings about Gaulcienne, which will become extremely clear if you read this.
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The Magnus Archives — Goof Troop (aka., TimGerry)
Just an Animal Looking for a Home [Rated E | 33,349 words | Love and Nonsense AU - WIP]
When Tim Stoker came to Pinhole Books, it was like someone jammed a foot on the accelerator of Gerry's life. After a health scare, a wedding to his (let's be honest) soul mate, and the exponential growth of the shop, it's showing no signs of slowing down.
Now, Pinhole is opening a second location, their beloved Fiona Law is retiring, and Tim and Gerry are bringing a new canine member into their family. But even good changes can be overwhelming, and Gerry finds himself dealing with old trauma he thought he'd left far behind him. Plus, Tim is unexpectedly forced to face old conflicts, which takes him places where Gerry can't follow.
With all these stressors on top of the typical growing pains that come with a still-new marriage, Tim and Gerry have to learn to work through their issues together.
It's either that or fall apart.
This is the sequel to Hiding in Plain Sight, which I actually started this in 2022 and took a hiatus while I was writing Music When You Speak (so the word count includes 2022 chapters, don't @ me 😂). It's pretty heavy but I think the break will make the story that much better for it, honestly.
Playlist here.
Also in this AU, a couple ficlets set before TimGerry got together.
What's His Deal? [Rated T | 608 words]: Gerry tries to find out what Tim's deal is. Jon is completely unhelpful. From "Blossoming Romance" Tumblr prompt: "Attempting to find out if they are single/available"
Scoop [Rated E | 682 words]: Gerry has just hired a new employee at Pinhole books, and it may just cost him his sanity. Involves ice cream.
Ad Libitum [Rated E | 1,861 words - WIP]
It's Tim Stoker's first week at The Magnus Conservatory, and his piano accompanist hasn't shown up for auditions. An imposing goth swoops out of the shadows to save him, but Tim worries his instant attraction to the man may make it hard to control himself.
I just started this one! Music conservatory AU where Tim is studying voice and Gerry is a pianist. Excited to see where it goes (honestly, your guess is as good as mine at the moment).
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And of course I've got a book and a Patreon with two serials in progress if you're interested.😉😉😉 But I hope to write a LOT more fic in 2024! Love y'all. 💜🖤💜🖤💜💜🖤💜🖤💜💜🖤💜🖤💜
#ML Nolan#Kick's Fics#the sandman#dreamling#sandman femslash#the magnus archives#timgerry#gerrytim#goof troop#dream of the endless#hob gadling#lucienne the librarian#gault the sandman#mazikeen#johanna constantine#gaulcienne#johazikeen#gerry delano#tim stoker#sandman podfic
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Benefits of Car Troubles | Part 3
Summary: Who is the baby daddy?
A/N: This honestly doesn't have to be canon to this story, Idk how I feel about it but I hope y'all enjoy!
Masterlist | All Stories Taglist | 1 & 2
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“Babe?” You hear your fiance call you from the other room. You set down the picture of the two of you on the shelf you had just put up in your new house. The two of you had got it together and you were thrilled to finally be unpacking everything you've moved in.
“Yeah?” You walk into the room that will be her space to herself and stop wide eyed at the door.
“How does this look?” Teddy stands in front of you, naked and biting her finger nail. A little shy about her stunt to get your attention.
“I, uh, I, wow,” you clear your throat to move your eyes from her body to look her in the eyes and beam at her. “Amazing,” you step further into the room to hold her in your arms and kiss her. “Gosh, I love you so much.”
There is a tap on your shoulder and you turn around to find Leigh standing behind you, completely naked. “What about me, baby?” You smirk as you turn around to kiss her as well.
“Of course, I have love for you too,” you have a hand on the back of each woman. Then you feel a tug on your belt and you stop kissing Leigh to look down and there is her husband.
Matt is undoing your belt and unbuttoning your jeans. “What about me?”
“Ah!” You gasp as you shoot up in the bed. You sigh in relief, finding yourself alone in your bed. You check your phone for the time and toss it back on your nightstand with a groan. You throw the remaining covers off and get up so you can jump in the shower.
The dream haunts you throughout your morning. It felt so real and it was so vivid. You bring it up to Teddy who bursts out laughing at the idea of being engaged to you of all people. You begin to feel slightly offended and ask her what's so funny about the idea. “You do know that I only date women, right?” She says as she slams the hood of a car shut.
“Technically, I don't have a gender so,” you point out.
“True, but you do have a sex that apparently gets you into a lot of trouble. Which is a deal breaker for me, sorry hun.” She pats you on the back as she walks by you to inform the owner of the vehicle she's done. You shake your head as you watch her walk away. No, she wasn't your type and you weren't really interested in exploring that possibility with her, but it still hurts to be shut down. “Have you heard back from that by the way?” She asks once she returns.
“Not in a few days since I asked for a paternity test,” you say as you tighten a part in the engine. “I have a right to know for certain, y'know? But no, I should 'love this baby regardless,' which I don't know… maybe she's right.”
“Hold the fuck on, Y/n. She's refusing to get a paternity test done and expects you to stick around if it's not yours?!” You avoid her eye contact at much as possible but she didn't need you to look at her to know her statement was correct. “That’s such bullshit! What if the roles were reversed, huh? What if you knocked someone else up but claimed you wanted her? Would she stick around? Would she love that baby regardless of who the mother was?”
“Stop, Teddy, just… stay out of it. Okay? Forget I said anything,” you toss your tools on the cart and tell her to finish the job as you walk off to your office. You sigh and flip through order forms and other nonsense paperwork as you try to find another way to distract yourself from the mess that is your life.
Who is the biological father of Leigh Shaw's baby?
That seems to be the only thing anyone could talk about lately. At least those that knew about the situation in full. Which wasn't a whole lot of people, but it felt like the whole world knew. You drop your pen on your desk after spending a few minutes clicking it obnoxiously and bouncing your leg. You needed to talk to Leigh and you needed to do it now.
You get in your truck and drive to where she works. Her lunch break would occur any minute now and you were going to wait outside for her. You didn't want to argue, you just wanted to see her first. You wanted to apologize, you wanted to tell her that you don't care what the results come out to be but that you deserve to know. So does her soon-to-be ex-husband. But explain to her that you still love her and that child no matter what.
However, when you do see her. She is laughing with a coworker as he walks her to her car. And before she opens her car door, he kisses her cheek. “Oh fuck this,” you say stepping out of your truck to confront who might be the third potential sperm donor of Leigh's baby.
The guy is gone before you get to her car and you want to believe that what you saw isn’t what you think you saw but… It was getting harder and harder to remain rational when it came to Leigh. “Hey you,” you call out, catching her before she shuts her car door. She closes the door and you run to the window. “Leigh, please,” you beg through the glass. Failing to come up with anything else to say you knock on the window to get her to look at you. She turns on the car and you back away with a sigh, ready to give up. But then she rolls down the window.
“Come here to slut shame me some more?” She snaps at you.
You shake your head, “You’re not a slut. That’s not why I asked you for a paternity test.” You try to reason with her but she looks like she still doesn’t want to hear it. “How are you and the baby?” You ask as you lean against the car.
“What do you care? You don't even think she's yours,” Leigh says as she turns the car off. Letting you know she wants to hear what you have to say. It fills you with some relief. But not much.
“Leigh, that's not fair. I do care about you and about the baby,” you open her door and get on your knees. “I need you to believe that,” you plead as you timidly put your hand on her stomach. With a frown, she allows you to touch her. But she refrains from touching you. She doesn’t even look in your direction but she allows her eyes to cast down to your hand. “I do care no matter what the results are. I will love you and this baby regardless. I just, I have to know. I have a right to know.” Leigh takes a deep breath as she thinks. She puts her hand on your head and mindlessly plays with your hair. You lean your head against her side as she does. “So does your husband,” you continue. “Especially if it complicates your divorce and starts a nasty custody battle.”
Leigh scoffs at the thought of Matt fighting her for custody over a child he never wanted to exist. “He never wanted kids,” she says after you've made a good point about your concern for the paternity of her baby. “And I haven't slept with him since I started seeing you,” Leigh admits, causing you to snap your head to look at her face as she tells you what you've wanted to hear. “Believe me when I tell you, this baby is a hundred percent yours. There was never a doubt in my mind.”
Your eyebrows knit together, “So, why did you ignore me all week when I asked? Why couldn't you have told me this sooner?”
Her hands stop moving in your hair, she moves her fingers to your cheek to trace your features. “Because, it made me feel like a whore. Like I was guilty of something I didn't do. Like you think of me as this woman that sleeps around so much she doesn't know who got her pregnant. Like you don't trust me.”
“I’m sorry, my love. I never wanted to make you feel that way. That wasn't my intention at all. I wanted to avoid you and the baby getting hurt during the divorce if it turned out that she wasn't mine.”
Her lips quirk up in a soft smile. “I’m sorry I overreacted.”
“It's okay,” you grab the hand she still has on your face and you bring her palm to your lips. “I forgive you. Can we promise to not ghost each other from now on when we're upset? No matter how upset we get with each other, please?”
She nods, “I can do that. I promise.”
“Pinky promise?” you hold up your pinky with a childish grin that she adores.
A blush appears on her cheeks as she reaches out with her pinky, “I pinky swear to stop ghosting you.”
From there you offer to accompany her for lunch, which she happily accepts. She tells you where to meet her and you kiss her before leaving for your truck. The two of you share a nice meal together. Talking about important things like letting you know when she has an appointment to monitor the baby and that she is planning to live with her mother and sister until the divorce is finalized. You still offer her to move in with you but she declines. It hurts but you have to remind yourself that it’s not about you.
“So…” you drop your napkin after wiping your mouth. Part of you doesn’t want to ask your next question but you have to know. “I saw a guy kiss your cheek before I caught up to you,” she focuses her eyes on the food in front of her. “Can I ask who he is?” She sighs through her nose as she chews her food and then she drinks her soda. You clench and unclench your jaw as you wait.
“Do you trust me,” she counters with a raised eyebrow.
“I do, I just,” you exhale loudly and run your fingers through your hair. “Forget it, I guess.”
Leigh softens a bit and she reaches across the table for your hand, “Baby, I love you. That’s just my coworker. There’s nothing to worry about with him, he’s happily married to his husband.” You nod your head and smile at her as you squeeze her hand.
The time of her lunch hour ending nears and the two of you are kissing goodbye in the parking lot of the restaurant. You ask if she can come over tonight and she invites you to have dinner with her family instead. Surprised you accept the invitation and return to the shop with a wide grin on your face.
“Let me guess, y’all are talking again and y’all fucked in the car,” Teddy says as a comment to your change in mood. “But you still don’t know who’s baby that is!”
“Actually Teddy-Betty-Bear, the baby is mine and no we did not fuck in the car. Also, I’m formally being introduced to her family tonight!” You happily correct her.
“Wow, that’s great,” she crosses over to give you a hug. “I’m so happy for you, Y/n. This isn’t how I would have imagined you starting a family but I’m still proud of you.”
“Oh, you mean that in all the time you’ve known me you didn’t think I was going to become a homewrecking adulterous whore and then get a kid out of it? Do you know me at all?” The two of you share a laugh and then the both of you get back to work when another co-worker passes by and gripes about being the only person that actually works around there.
After closing the place down you shower and get dressed for dinner. You constantly check the time to assure yourself that you’re running on time. You stop by a florist to pick up a few different bouquets. One for Leigh, for her mother, and even one for her sister. Hopefully she doesn’t stomp on this one. You are a little nervous when parking your car outside of their house and you adjust your tie a few times before climbing out of the car.
When you finally knock on the door you look at your phone to make sure you haven’t missed any important messages from Leigh. There was only one text message informing you that Jules’ long time girlfriend would be joining the dinner as well. You don’t think much of it until the door is opened. Your heart drops at the sight of the woman you had slept with several months ago to get over Leigh standing in front of you.
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alright, yes, i confess, i'm actually in love with dewey finn (NO!) yes indeed
pairing: musical!dewey finn x reader
warnings: drinking (and getting sick after), cursing
word count: 3,070
author's note: hey y'all! this was the first fic i posted on the og heknowshisherbs, so it only felt fitting that it's the first fic i post on the new blog. i'm getting back into the swing of things so please forgive me if the formatting on my first few posts is a little fucked. i hope you enjoy!
Y/N: bRIIANNAN
briainanan
RBIANNA
gota teelll u sooemthing
Dewey: ?
Y/N: brianana in eeed you to ansnwer EM noW
Dewey: …U do know ur texting Dewey right?
Y/N: hOWEDYOKNOW THAT whaxts im mltkaing abouyt
Dewey: Y/N I have no idea what ur saying
Y/N: nreedsu oyu toknow that il ove dwey som mocuh. i wanna kissihis satupid faccw
Dewey: Are you drunk?
Y/N: onnlyly if oyuwo wants me roi 33343333333333…….;;.;.d.d'
Dewey: I’m coming to get you.
That string of texts was the reason Dewey Finn found himself in his car, on his way to a dive bar, at 03:47. Y/N had tried to get him to come that night with her and her friend, Stella, but he told her he was working on music which was half true. He did need to write some songs for the kids, but he mostly tried to avoid the bar because he didn’t want to be there when she inevitably went home with another random guy. As long as she was safe he was happy but it made him incredibly jealous and he didn’t feel like stewing at the bar all night, so he said he wouldn’t go. He hadn’t heard from Y/N at all up until he got those texts; he didn’t need to see her to know that this was probably the drunkest she’s ever been. She was always kind of a lightweight and even at her drunkest she was (for the most part) aware of her surroundings, but these texts made absolutely no sense. He was afraid someone would pick her up and just leave with her because she wouldn’t be able to defend herself or even say no.
When he pulled up to the Roadhouse it was still pretty packed, which wasn’t all that shocking for a Friday night. He arrived at the nick of time— someone was leaving. He immediately took their spot which, luckily, was right next to the door. He ran inside and started searching for Y/N, praying she was still there.
Calling out “Y/N!” elicited no response, but once Dewey finally found her it became clear that he got no response because she most likely didn't even know her own name. She was flopping around the bar, babbling nonsense to random people. Some humored her for a bit, while others ignored her; Dewey was just glad nobody had tried to take her home.
He gently reached out for her hand, and she almost toppled over after attempting to turn around. Y/N collapsed into his arms and looked up at him with a crooked smile, “Plleased to meeetcha!” Even blackout drunk, he thought she looked radiant.
“Come on, Y/N, we’re going home, okay?” He tries to lead her towards the door, but she messily snatched her hand away.
“‘M nOT going home with a sTRANGER!”
People started glancing over at him, and he began to panic; the last thing he needed was to get arrested while on his obligatory best friend wellness check, “Hey, hey, hey! It’s me okay, it’s Dewey.” Her face remained blank, she knew nothing but booze. “Dewdrop? Y/N, I promise I’m not kidnapping you, I’m just gonna put you to bed."
The word ‘bed’ seemed to help Y/N register what was happening, and she threw her arms up in triumph. “M geTIN LAID!” she cheered, which earned her confused looks from anyone within a seven foot radius. Maybe she didn’t register what was happening after all. Either way, it was enough to make her go with him willingly.
If anyone else had been working that night there is no way in hell Dewey would’ve been able to leave with her in that state, but their favorite bartender, Kara, was on and she knew that the pair were best buds. Dewey locked eyes with her to confirm that he was taking Y/N home. Kara just shook her head, shouted “good luck!” over the bar, and turned back to the customer she’d been talking to.
Dewey helped Y/N throw an arm around him so they could walk to his car, but they only made it about twenty feet before it became painfully clear that she couldn’t make it that far. He scooped her up and walked outside; she, all the while, was babbling about something Dewey couldn’t decipher. Her speech was so slurred at this point he wasn’t even sure there were actual words coming out of her mouth.
He gently laid her in the backseat and buckled her in as best he could. She’d started nodding off at this point, which was probably for the best. It worried him slightly because he wouldn’t be able to check if she was breathing for the whole ride home, but he laid her on her side and hoped that would be enough.
It was only a short ride to his apartment and, in that time, all he could do was pray she didn’t vomit until they made it inside. He lived on the third floor and knew there was no way in hell Y/N was making it up the stairs, even with help, so he had no choice but to carry her again. It was difficult to maneuver the narrow hallway and, while she didn’t feel all that heavy to him, he’d definitely gotten his workout for the next month out of the way.
He stumbled through the door, almost dropping Y/N in the process. He quickly got her upright, and before either of them had time to register what was happening, she’d vomited all over her dress and the floor.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Dewey really wanted to keep her in her clothes; they were best friends and she’d seen him in his underwear loads of times but this was different. Dewey gently sat her down on the ground before running into his room to rummage through his drawers and find a pair of pajama pants and an old shirt.
When he made it back to the kitchen, Y/N was passed out on the floor, and she’d thrown up again from the looks of it. He closed his eyes, let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and made his way over to her. Once he was sure she was still breathing, he tried to slip the dress off as gently as possible. It wasn’t too difficult to do, and once it was entirely off he was grateful she chose to wear that leather dress that always made his heart stop; as disgusting as it sounded, her vomit wasn’t able to seep through the fabric so her bra and panties remained clean. He felt much better about helping her change now, and it was only a matter of time before she donned Dewey’s slightly too big clothes.
He cleaned the mess, ran over her face with a wet rag to get any remaining vomit off, and sat on the floor with her for a moment to gather his thoughts. She looked so peaceful. He ran a hand through her hair and smiled to himself.
Dewey had loved her for a while, and he’d always wanted to tell her how he felt, but things just weren’t that simple. What they had going was good, he couldn’t let his feelings get in the way. He’d resorted to pining from afar and supporting her romantic endeavors endlessly, no matter how much it hurt.
“Nngh…” she mumbled a bit in her sleep, before her eyes slowly opened. “Don’t feel good. Doooooo not.”
“Are you gonna be sick again?”
“Mmmmm…. I dunno.”
'I dunno' was not a good enough answer for Dewey to consciously let her sleep in his bed. Even with a bucket next to her, there was no guarantee her aim would be spot on, and he didn’t want to take the chance. Cleaning your best friend's vomit off tile flooring was one thing, but cleaning a vomit soaked carpet was another thing; even Dewey Finn has limits.
He helped lead her to the bathroom and sat her next to the toilet, silently thanking whatever deity had given him the motivation to clean his bathroom that afternoon. Upon sitting down again, she immediately vomited, and all Dewey could do was sit behind her, hold her hair, and wish he could make her feel better.
After about an hour she’d finally stopped being sick, and an hour after that it was almost 08:00 and he could feel drowsiness overtaking him. She’d been asleep on his chest for quite some time and he hated moving her because he knew he’d never get this opportunity again. He bunched up a clean towel and put it on the floor for her to use as a pillow before leaving the bathroom. In an ideal world, he would’ve stayed with her but his bathroom room was far too small for that.
Then again, in an ideal world they’d be together.
He laid in bed for about ten minutes before he decided he’d feel better if he was closer to her in case she needed anything. He took a pillow and blanket, and laid himself down on the floor right outside the bathroom door and let the sound of Y/N's soft snoring lull him to sleep.
…
When Y/N woke up, her eyes were practically glued together with a layer of crust and makeup from the night before. Her head was pounding, and the first thing she did once her eyes were fully open is stick her head right back in the toilet and vomit. Once she's convinced there’s nothing more to puke up she disregarded any logic or sense of cleanliness and pressed her head against the cool toilet seat. It’s only then that the fog clears— just slightly, but enough for her to register where she is. She recognized the unusual, mismatched tiling on the floor to be Dewey’s, but had absolutely no idea how she ended up on the floor of his bathroom. He wasn’t even at the Roadhouse last night.
She wracks her brain for what could have possibly happened the night before but her mind is entirely blank. She remembered leaving her apartment, taking two shots, and then the rest of the night is a blur. How did she get to Dewey’s place? Did Stella drop her off? She noticed her phone sitting on the counter and shakily reached for it, hoping it could give her some answers. It was 14:37, and the only notification she had was an unanswered text from Stella, who asked where the hell she went last night. Evidently, she hadn't dropped Y/N off at Dewey's place. She quickly responded with “i’m fine, lyk later. puking” before checking her conversation with Dewey.
She couldn’t decipher a single text message she sent him, and from the looks of it, he’d been in the same boat. All she was able to gather is that she trying to reach Brianna; it wasn’t until she reached the jumbled message reading "il ove dwey som mocuh” that she realized what she’d done. This brought on a whole new wave of nausea and she quickly found herself, again, retching into the toilet.
She decided then and there she needed to leave as soon as she could. She was still a bit drunk so driving was definitely out of the question (she didn’t even know where the hell her car was), but she didn’t live too far and assuming she could stand up she just might be able to walk back home without Dewey ever knowing. She’d leave him a note. Using the edge of the bathtub for support, she shakily stood up. It took a while, and the nausea came back and slapped her in the face as soon as she did, but she remained standing without vomiting for a few moments. Y/N decided it would be okay to try to leave. She made a break for it and opened the door as carefully as she could hoping that Dewey wouldn’t hear it when all of a sudden-
“Ow!”
Y/N froze. Looking down from the crack in the door, she could see the top of Dewey’s head— he had been right outside the door all night. If her situation hadn’t been such shit, she’d have found it endearing, but right now all she was worried about was their inevitable confrontation and the potential concussion she just gave him. She slammed the door shut.
“Uh, I’m out of the way now if you wanna come out...” She wanted nothing more than to remain hidden in the bathroom but he knew she was awake, and there was nothing to do now but go out and face him.
Once the door was open, she finally got a good look at him. His hair is sticking out in more directions than she can count and the bags under his eyes are dark. Y/N can only imagine what he went through last night trying to get her here. He was wearing his favorite AC/DC shirt and sweats, which clued her into the fact that she wasn't wearing the dress you left home in last night. She fiddled with the fabric at the hem of the shirt before looking up at him “Dewey, did we-?”
She didn’t want to imply anything, but she had no other logical explanation for where her clothes could have gone. Her voice sounds gravelly and her throat feels like sandpaper but that’s something he’ll just have to get past.
Dewey's eyes widened in panic, and he ran a hand through his hair “No, no! God, no!” He nodded towards a plastic grocery bag tied up by the door, “You didn’t even know who I was when I picked you up, I would never… I was just gonna let you sleep it off in my bed but when we got here you threw up all over yourself. I-I didn’t see anything, I promise. I just couldn’t let you sit in your own puke all night… sorry.”
“No, oh my God, Dewey, don’t apologize!” Y/N felt awful, she must have put him through hell last night. Sure, he was her best friend, but that went far beyond what she’d ever have expected him to do for her, “I’m so sorry you were stuck dealing with me last night, you can literally pick the movie for every movie night we have ever again. I’ll help you clean up once my headache dies down a little.”
He smiled a little bit, “There’s nothing to clean up, it’s okay. You should eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“I know, but you should still eat,” he made his way towards the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice, “You can have some of this and I’ll make you toast. I’ll make you more food if you’re hungry later but for now we should see if you can even keep that down.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Thanks.”
As he’s getting the glasses for their orange juice, she felt her panic start to rise. She knew they needed to talk about the text, but he hadn’t brought it up.
The silence is deafening, and it all but consumes Y/N as she watches the orange juice fill the glass, and before she knows it, there’s toast in front of her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to even consider eating without vomiting until she got this over with. “ImsorryIdrunktextedyou.”
“’s okay,” he mumbled between bites of toast, “You could barely function as a human being, I didn’t really take anything you said to heart. I’m not entirely convinced you knew who I was. ‘M just glad you’re okay.” Dewey smiles up at her, eyes twinkling, and her heart melts.
“Dewey, I-”
“Y/N, I’m not kidding. Don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re my best friend, I promise I didn’t take any of it seriously.” Dewey could all but hear his heart shatter, and he just prayed she couldn’t hear it too.
She bit her lip. Jesus fuck, she just wanted him to understand without having to say it out loud. “I um… I know you don’t think I knew what I was saying and uh... for the most part I didn’t, but that text, um, t-the text was um. I feel like that when I’m sober too.”
Y/N struggled getting her words out, and although she knew Dewey was trying his hardest to keep his reaction hidden, his nostrils flared. He never notices he’s doing it but she always did— it's a nervous tick of his. Normally it’s really cute, but right now it just made her want to curl up in a ball and never face him again. "N-Nothing has to change, it’s just… I don’t know. Fuck!”
With a loud groan, her head was in her hands, blocking out the light (and Dewey), “I just. Don’t want to lose you as a friend.”
No response.
“D-Dewey? Are you gonna say something?”
“I-” he faltered and she prepared herself for the worst. “How long have you felt this way?”
“What?”
“Howlonghaveyoubeeninlovewithme?”
“O-Oh, uh… a year. M-Maybe longer.” Y/N finally looked up at him and he was just staring at her, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. She scooted herself away from the counter and mumbles a quick “thanks for taking care of me last night” before making her second break for the door.
She only got halfway through the kitchen before she was whipped around and found herself in Dewey’s arms. Shit. He was practically crushing her, and she genuinely couldn't tell if everything felt more intense because she was so hungover or if he was really using that much force. It was probably a bit of both.
“I love you too,” he mumbled into her hair.
Wait. What?
“Fuck, Y/N, I’ve loved you for so long and I thought I didn’t stand a chance. And then I got that text and I just— Jesus, when I got to the Roadhouse and saw how trashed you were I didn’t think there was any way you could’ve known what you were saying but… you mean it?”
She inhaled deeply, forehead still pressed into his chest, “Of course I do, you doofus. How could I not?”
He squeezed her just a little bit tighter before placing the gentlest of kisses on the top of her head, “I’m really glad you got drunk last night.”
She laughed quietly, a short huff of air out of her nose that warmed Dewey’s chest through his shirt, “Me too."
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Important Announcement and Updates
Hello everyone, Smite here!
Dear readers of my blog, loyal followers, writer friends and everyone in between, I got some news for y'all. Things will change and partially already have and I feel like I should give a heads up about it in a single post so you're not confused as to what has happened.
But first of a word from our sponsor a big thank you for the insane Notes-Totals on my last couple of fics. There is a lot of 900+ and already a fuckton of love for "Just Testing", and leaving aside all the nonsense I wrote in this fic, I'm still very grateful for the support. Thank you!
Now to the upcoming changes/wtf is actually happening:
1. I will take an (warning, evil words ahead) indefinite hiatus from writing fics in the manner I did in the past/up until now.
What does this mean?
"Are you retiring? Are you going to delete your stories? Are you not going to be online/active in Discord anymore?"
NO, NO and NO.
I have no plans to (ever) retire and if I would, a 31some would look pitiful it would be with a feeling of certainty and geniune satisfaction (at least I hope so).
I just need a break from this neck-breaking pace of forcing every ounce of horniness and creativity from my head onto the Docs to the point where it's all just a mush of nudity, sex and filth and words and chaos... I'm losing grip on wtf I write at times.
This hiatus is to reset myself, to test other things without feeling forced to post them or at least something just to be on a streak, just to push that number higher and higher. I will def continue creative writing, just don't expect me to post it cuz it won't be all kpop.
BASICALLY: Stories will be released, but they will be rarer and most likely longer and hopefully still to your liking, from a story and smut perspective (unless it's full-on fluff/angst).
2. Uni will come like three big waves and during the strongest fucking tsunami, I have to do a boatload of other things on top. I'll be busy, I need to be focused, failure is not an option. Freeing myself from the (internalized) pressure of "having to post a fic this week" will help me to push through this mess.
I'll miss you when exams start and I'll come back to you, don't worry.
3. MoA will continue until Part 100, then there will be a two year special (because dayum, that's how long I am doing this already) and before/after the special, MoA will enter a new phase:
Instead of doing an appreciation post every Monday, I will do MoA's whenever I've read one to five stories that I want to appreciate. They will pop up every now and then, in different formats, to show you what I read and enjoy and who you should follow for more good stuff.
My intention with MoA was always to appreciate something, never to exclude someone or tell them that their writing id bad because they have been featured less than others. I want to continue this with more heart than before, so I'm going to break out from the regular pattern after Part 100.
4. Regarding the update I send a while back with all the series' and stuff: I still have intentions to keep my promise and write them, just with less urgency and pressure. The final request from back in January 2022 (lol) will also be written.
I will try my best, I thank you for your patience.
5. The final part of L4 and another fic are big guarantees to be released soon, so get ready, cuz I won't hold back. Remember: I'M STILL HERE! I GOT A LOT OF STUFF...
See y'all around!
... and I'll add more!
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Maybe a Yandere Leo x fem!reader?
Yandere! Leo x fem!reader
(Good Intentions turns into something twisted)
(this took longer than expected but i had stuff to take care of...hope y'all enjoy tho <3)
Leo takes pride in what he does as a leader and protector of the city. He knows not to expect any thanks from those he saves because in the end they all are afraid of him. He would go on with his life, waiting for the next crime with no attachments or need to get to know them whatsoever.
Well that’s what he thought until he met you…
It was like any other night where he and his brothers would patrol the city for any crime. They were staking out on a building until a loud cry for help was heard.
“ I’ll take care this one, you guys just keep a look out”
The brothers gave him and nod in acknowledgement then went back to what they were doing.
Leo made it too where he heard the sound come from and saw you trying to fight off a mugger from robbing you. He wasted no time jumping in between you two, which caused the mugger the freak out once he got a good look at him.
“Stay away from me, you freak!”
Leo was accustomed to such words by now so it didn’t phase him. He waited for you to start screaming at him too but it never came. He finally turned around to check your reaction and he couldn’t help but be shocked himself when he saw you smiling at him.
Your smile seemed so warm and sweet that it ignited a fire in his heart, making it beat faster every second. The look in your eyes held a caring yet innocent sense to them that kept pulling him in.
“Thank you for saving me, that guy was such a creep. I’m glad you came when you did.”
“ It’s no problem ma’am, part of a hero’s duty”
“Oooo and may I know my hero’s name?”
You let out a little laugh showing your beautiful smile. He just wanted to take you for himself right then and there. The only reason he didn’t because there’s too many eyes around and he doesn’t need his brothers questioning him.
“…Leonardo, I help look after this city”
“Like the renaissance artist, how cute! I’m y/n”
After your first encounter, the two of you continued to talk almost everyday. He would ask you about your day and what you’ve done. You would do the same to him, asking him to tell you stories about his many missions saving the city. Sometimes he would come over and meditate with you on your days off. Everything was going well…too well.
Eventually you got to meet his family who was nothing but welcoming to you. You became friends with everyone but after getting closer with them, Leo’s tune had changed.
He would get so annoyed with you when you wanted to help Donnie with a new project or playing video games with Mikey. Every time you came to the lair he was already waiting for you by the entrance and had you following him like a lil puppy. Leo wanted you beside him at all times which was becoming a little draining but you didn’t want him snapping at you.
You notice how bossy he can be with his brothers, he had the need to control everything…even you.
It was like he was your parent with the things he would say to you. You couldn’t even enjoy a snack without some type of input from him.
“ You shouldn’t eat so much sugar, it will just make your body gain more weight”
“That skirt is way too short, everyone can see your ass”
Remarks like that would piss you off but even if you did run out on him that wouldn’t stop him from showing up to your house. The only thing that keeps you from leaving is all the good moments you two shared together so you’re trying to patient with him.
That was until you found out from his brothers that Leo has been referring to you as his girlfriend without your knowledge. You couldn’t take this nonsense anymore so you called him to your house that same evening.
He finally showed up to your house with a small smile on his face.
“ Hey, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“You’ve been telling your family that I’m your…girlfriend”
“Well you are so what’s the problem”
“Wait wait wait so this whole time you thought we were a couple”
“I didn’t think anything, you are mine”
“You can’t just decide we are a couple without talking with me first. How do you know if I wanted to be in a relationship or not?!”
“ Y/N you need to watch your tone right now”
“My tone?! That’s another thing you’ve been so controlling about every single thing, it’s starting to become suffocating”
“ So now I’m suffocating you because I want what best for you!”
“Who are you to tell me what’s best for me?! You’re supposed to be my friend not my dad!”
Leo was starting to scare you from how heavy he was breathing. His bright blue eyes became darker with rage as you told him off. He still thinks he didn’t do anything wrong and that you were the one blowing things out of proportion. He shook his head at you.
“You’re so fucking ungrateful”
“Excuse me…”
“I save you and this is the thanks I get after all I done”
“Leo you know I’m grateful for everything you do but you are stepping out of line with this “girlfriend” thing”
Leo was just getting more irritated with you as you kept going. You were so submissive and never talked back to him, now you can’t keep your mouth shut. He still loved you but this defiant attitude will be fixed.
He didn’t say anything after awhile of you ranting so you stop to see his face. His face was devoid of any emotion as he proceeded to walk towards you.
“Y-you better not try anything”
You tried to sound confident but failed terribly. He closed in on you by the front door entrance, lifting his hand your quivering face. His finger lightly dragged across your bottom lip slowly.
“I wouldn’t dream hurting you, my dear”
Leo’s hand move quickly out of nowhere towards your neck. You tried to run away but his quick reflexes ruined any chance of you escaping. His fingers hit by a pressure point in your neck then he watched as your body went limp against his.
He held you closer to his plastron while diving his snout down into your hair. Your smell was so intoxicating to him, he couldn’t get enough of it. Leo did feel bad about knocking you out but you just had to piss him off.
Carefully he carried your body in bridal position all the way to your bedroom. Your body finally met the bed and Leo gently fixed how your were laying while caressing every curve. He knows it’s wrong but he couldn’t help but lay in bed with you. Even if it was just for now, he wanted to lay with you and pretend you guys were a loving couple.
The next morning, you woke up alone from your slumber and rubbed your head trying to remember last night’s events. Unfortunately all you could remember was talking with Leo before he knocked you out. You looked over on your nightstand to see that your phone had a notification from him.
Leo: you fell asleep after our talk, I’m glad we came to an understanding
Whatever solution was you were just glad everything worked out but in the back of your head you knew something was off…
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Brute Grail Front Review #1
today on Fate and Phantasms we've got a special treat for y'all. since this event doesn't have any boosted servants, we're instead going to take a look at each grail front's roster, assess how well they work as a team (in D&D), and which servants I'd suggest taking to counter them. cool? cool.
The Enemy:
now I'm not including caesar himself in any of these since he's not really a "fighter", so our first lineup includes Robin Hood, Nero Claudius, Okada Izou, and Sakamoto Ryouma/Oryou. the first thing that jumps out at me about this party is simple- it's super unbalanced. three of the four servants are rogues, meaning they aren't the toughest bunch around, but they hurt when they hit.
the obvious synergy here is how Ryouma and Izou can team up to completely read an opponent in a minute, learning most, if not all, of their relevant stats and weaknesses. then it's just a matter of trapmaster Robin setting up traps to prey on said weakness. while Nero doesn't quite fit into this setup, she's actually the most dangerous one on the field, and not just because she's a level 20 caster with level 9 spells. okay that's mostly the reason, but hear me out.
Foresight is a very dangerous spell to be fighting against. on Nero it's not great for us, since anyone forcing disadvantage on all attacks against them and getting advantage on their saves and check and attacks is always bad, but remember- she's in a party with three rogues. if those rogues have Foresight, they have permanent advantage, meaning permanent sneak attack. that's terrifying, especially since that rogue will still be harder to hit thanks to the one spell.
Who to Bring?
first and foremost, we need someone who can take out the rogues' gallery fast, before they can sneak attack our team to death. rogues as a rule are tough to hit with regular attacks and anything with a dexterity save, but they do have one weakness- constitution saves. rogues don't get proficiency in those, and they're usually squishy besides, so the cold is one of the few things that can really bother them. that's why my suggestion for the caster slot of this grail front is Anastasia.
she comes packing with plenty of constitution-based spells to bring the hurt, as well as defense-piercing attacks to cut through whatever nonsense Nero conjures up. the one flaw here is she's not a tank. we need someone who can take those sneak attacks on her behalf, as well as shut down whichever rogue's been foresighted. there's plenty of berserkers who are physical tanks, but that latter part is pretty rare to come by, and since we already have one 5-star I'd like to keep the other servants on a budget.
with all that in mind, my pick for berserker is none other than Spartacus.
the man's got an obscene health pool, can rage to cut down on sneak attack damage, and specializes in taking one person out of the fight so his party can deal with the others. with him pinning down the foresighted rogue we've basically forced Nero to waste a ninth level spell, on top of whatever she uses to try and pry Sparty off her teammate.
finally, we need to end this fight in a timely fashion- we only get ten turns to finish this, after all. what we need is a roamer, someone who's fast enough to chase down stragglers and tough enough to fight a rogue or bard one-on-one. that's why my pick for lancer is Cu Chulainn.
he's fast, he's tough, he's so accurate even rogues have trouble avoiding his spear, and his Diamond Soul means he's unlikely to be swayed by Nero's tricks.
Now we've got a spicy grail war brewing! of course this is just talking about D&D- we were able to solo this fight with just Spartacus, so don't stress too hard about who you're taking to the front. still, we hope you've enjoyed this, and stay tuned for tomorrow's grail front!
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"let's just kiss to see what it's like" for preteen rayaari xD
like when they're at school and they hear classmates talk about their first kisses, and the girls are clueless cos they haven't had theirs.
This is such a fucking cute idea and I want more kissy prompts from y'all XD
and yet- here is my lame attempt <3 Enjoy rated...G???? I mean if cursing/fighting is T-ish then maybe that. No edit-just enjoyed writing this nonsense.
Raya was in middle school a whole two seconds before she caught wind of it. The tradition of having your first kiss before entering the halls of Kumandra high. It was a stupid, and sexist, tradition in which girls had from sixth grade till eighth to have their very first kiss with someone before they were deemed a complete ‘loser’ upon entering the ninth grade.
Okay- maybe not the last part. But it certainly felt that way, considering how everyone acted as though it was the end of the world if you didn’t lock lips with someone before the time was up. It may not have been a spoken thing, but it was well known that if you hadn’t kissed someone before the end of middle school that you’d feel like a reject of some kind. Kids making up stories of being ‘forever alone’ if you so dared to enter the high school halls before someone mashed their face against yours, words of curses and century long spots on your family history that awaited you.
And all because of a kiss?
Raya hated it.
Not because she didn’t think she could find someone before then, but because of how it made everyone so…crazy?
At the end of the year, there were sixth through eight graders alike rushing around to find someone to kiss. The halls of Kumandra Middle more like hookup central as kids walked off in pairs to kiss behind bleachers or hidden away in a classroom or, much to Raya’s annoyance, right in the middle of the hallway. Only to be shooed off by a teacher who had caught them or knocked into by their peers who congratulated them. The summers were no different as everyone was in a last ditch effort to find the ‘one’.
It was stupid.
All of it was so stupid.
“Don’t disrespect the Middle school Gods, Raya!” her best friend Sisu warned, first week of sixth grade, “you don’t wanna be a crazy cat lady, do you?”
“What’s wrong with cats?” Namaari, her other best friend since childhood, piped in as they ventured down the halls.
Sisu rolled her eyes, “Nothing, so long as you are okay with living alone with a hundred cats!”
Namaari shrugged as she nudged Raya, “ sounds good to me, honestly…”
“Me too.” Raya laughed, causing Sisu to huff in annoyance.
“Fine, don’t come crying to me when you get the curse!” she grumbled, “but I will be kissing someone this year so I don’t have to worry about finding someone last minute like you two will.”
Both Raya and Namaari looked from Sisu to each other, rolling their eyes as she held her head high. Quite pleased with that statement, Raya wanting nothing more than to wipe that smirk off her face then. Prompting her to say-...
“If it comes to that and the curse is real, I’ll just kiss…” she thought, eyes lighting up as she got an idea, “Namaari-!”
“Wha-?” Namaari began, cut short by Sisu.
“THAT’S CHEATING!”
“No it’s not!” Raya laughed, “is it Namaari?”
She shrugged, “I-...ah….maybe..…ah-”
“You have to kiss someone you like-!” Sisu argued, “it can’t be a friend!”
“Says who?” Raya scoffed, arguing back, “the Gods of Middle school?”
“Probably!” Sisu shouted, unable to come up with a better comeback than that.
“I mean-..” Namaari began, finally seeming to find her voice, “it didn’t say any specifics…just that it had to be someone?”
“Exactly!” Raya chirped, giving Sisu a smart look, “so there-...we have our plan, now lets see how long it takes you to find someone to kiss.”
Sisu rolled her eyes, “Yeah- yeah…how clever of you both-...I’m still gonna believe it has to be someone you like!”
“Well then that’s perfect cause I like Namaari anyways.” Raya laughed, tugging her friend closer for a hug.
“As a friend.” Sisu sang, shrieking as Raya tried to tackle her. The two chasing each other down the hall, Namaari following slowly after.
~~~~~~~
Sixth grade went by in a flash. Raya had completely forgotten about the entire ‘curse’ fiasco or her deal with Namaari until it was a few weeks before summer and all the eighth graders and seventh were busy finding people to kiss. The ‘lovers’ brigaid coming in strong and the PDA absolutely unrelenting, making it the talk around school nothing but that. Especially from Sisu, who made a point to bring Atitaya into the conversation to prove her side right.
As if being in the seventh grade automatically makes you right???
“Sorry, nerds..I agree with Sisu.” Atitaya sighed, “reluctantly…but the curse is real.”
“Ha!” Sisu cheered, “suck it!”
“That’s still two against two, Sisu-” Raya snapped, “and plus it doesn’t matter cause the curse isn’t real!”
“Yes it is!” Sisu argued, still all smiles, “so if I were you two-...I’d follow my plan and find someone you like instead of kissing friends just to avoid the curse!”
“I think I’ll take my chances with the curse.” Namaari joked, earning a look from her cousin.
“Aw, come on…you’re not even gonna try?” Ati teased her, throwing an arm around her shoulder, “I’m sure someone would love to kissssss youuuu”.
Namaari made a face, “Ugh…stop…”
“WHY? It’s true!” Atitaya cooed, “my baby cousin is so cuuuuute.”
“Baby?” Namaari scoffed, “I’m one year younger than you-”
“Awww, kissy, kissyyyyyy!”
As she emphasized the last words, she dramatically began to pucker her lips and kiss her cousin on the face numerous times. Namaari fighting back by shoving her head away, the two toppling in a heap on the school lawn as they fought. Namaari trying to be free as she cursed and punched her cousin, while Ati kept teasing her. Nothing short of unusual for these two, who wrestled or fought on the daily.
Both Sisu and Raya ignoring them as they continued on.
“You do what you want, Sisu..” Raya stated, “I’ll take my chances-”
Sisu raised her hands in defeat, giving up hope on her.
“Alright-...but if you change your mind, I'll help you find someone good!”
~~~~~~~
Seventh grade was worse than sixth.
Raya didn’t believe in any of the nonsense that this so-called ‘traditional curse’ put on. But she couldn’t deny the tension that came with this year that definitely wasn’t there in last. Kids who had blown it off as nothing had changed tune midway through the year and were now, very desperately, trying to kiss someone. A few kids had made their way to Raya once or twice, asking her if she wanted to or if she knew of someone else who did. Each and every time she’d deny the request, growing more and more annoyed with it on the daily.
Ati, of course, took it upon herself to kiss someone in the sixth grade and was good for her last year at Kumandra middle while Sisu had not only made it her mission to be kissed before High school but to also kiss as many people as she possibly could. Which was even worse than the normal lip-lockers as every day it seemed she was kissing someone new.
Monday some girl from her science class.
Yesterday it was an eighth grader.
Today it was some smelly boy from gym class who looked like he had more grease in his hair than any of their pizza slices. Raya losing her appetite pretty quickly with this one.
“Sisu, you’re gonna get mono.” Raya pointed out, opting then for the bag of chips she had leftover, grimacing as the boy finally left their lunch table. “And- how is it possible that Mr.Spine NEVER catches you kissing all these people?!”
Speaking of, their diligent Teacher and officer of the no-kissing patrol squad was making his way across the lunch room to break up two eighth graders who had thought they were in the clear. The two lovebirds hardly getting a tiny smooch before the man was pulling them apart and letting them have an earful.
Doing the Lord’s work.
“Nah, don’t worry-” Sisu said, wiping the back of her hand against her lips, “I take my vitamins-”
“That’s…not how Mono works Sisu..” Namaari pointed out, “but I guess…that’s good you’re taking them regardless?”
Sisu shrugged as she stood and walked away further into the cafeteria, “don’t hate the player- hate the game!”
“I do hate the game!” Raya called after her, before turning her attention to Namaari, “but the players annoy me too sometimes.”
Namaari bit back a laugh, giving Raya a long look before saying, “have you kissed anyone?”
“Psssh…no?” Raya laughed, “you-?”
“Definitely not.” Namaari replied and then jokingly said, “looks like we still have a deal, huh?”
Raya laughed again, releasing a sigh of relief she didn’t even realize she was holding.
~~~~~~~
Atitaya graduated and was shipped off to High school.
Sisu kept right on kissing people.
Before Raya knew it- eight grade was midway through the year.
It was a strange year. Raya knew she had changed a lot that year, the obvious changes of her body, specifically the way she grew at least two inches in height. More aware, more-....everything really. Namaari and Sisu did too, even Atitaya as she entered high school at last and reported back that it was ‘nothing special and that we should stay at Middle as long as we could’.
Fat chance.
Raya was ready for high school.
Ready to be done with this stupid middle school and it’s stupid curse. The real curse being that they spent three years panicking over absolutely nothing. Making it into an issue when there was none to be had, some eight graders now being on the verge of a panic attack just because they feared the whole ‘doomed to be alone’ thing was for real.
I mean-...Raya couldn’t be too judgy about it, for she even felt at times that it could be true.
Which is why it was good she had Namaari.
Lots had changed, but Namaari hadn't. Yeah she got taller, older, and prettier each day but she hadn't changed-changed. She was still her best friend, still her fellow dragon nerd, their relationship growing stronger throughout middle school instead of withering away like some did. From weekend sleepovers to walk homes from school, playing video games in Namaari's room or hanging out back in Raya's pool during the hotter months. Namaari was there and Raya was with her any chance she could, missing her every moment she wasn't.
While others panicked about their first kiss, Raya felt so much peace knowing Namaari would be the one she was going to share it with. Out of all the people in the school, she’d rather kiss Namaari than any boy or girl alike. She couldn’t picture it with anyone else, especially not a boy. It had to be Namaari or no one, making that deal those few years ago. They’d kiss each other or succumb to the curse.
But whereas Raya felt more and more elated by the arriving end of the school year, Namaari seemed to be anything but. What started off as a playful joke between them, was slowly dissipating into something else.
The last month of eighth grade had their relationship changing, dramatically, seemingly out of the blue. Namaari became quiet, she started to become distant, and even agitated at times with both Raya and their shared friends. Especially whenever the kiss was brought up or graduation or anything in relation to high school. Wanting to avoid the topics altogether, making up excuses to leave if they couldn't get past it.
Avoiding the talk about the future as if she didn’t want it to happen.
Raya didn’t press it. There were plenty of kids anxious for High school, worried about fitting in and all the stress that came with it. Not just emotionally or physically but academically too. Things would be different, whether they liked it or not, and this was a huge last year for them. So Raya assumed that Namaari’s distance would fix itself in due time, summer right around the corner, hoping the absence of school made her feel better.
But, as she quickly found out, the problem ran deeper than Raya ever expected. Something she had never noticed (not entirely) until it was practically smacking her in the face. The last day of school, where Namaari pulled out the rug from under her.
“I…don’t think we should kiss..” she admitted, the words digging deep into Raya’s heart like that of a knife. It was just the two of them, wandering the halls as people cleared their lockers and made for the doors one last time.
Raya hadn’t even brought up the kiss, but she had certainly been thinking about it all day.
Excited for it.
Waiting for it.
And now-?
“Oh…” Raya breathed out, disappointment in her voice that she could not mask.
Namaari nodded, swallowing thickly as she chose her next words.
“I think you should kiss someone you like-...it’s your first kiss, it’s special.” she pointed out, “I don’t think you should waste it on someone like me.”. She swung her bookbag over her shoulder as she tried to sound positive, “If you’re still worried about the curse, you do have all summer to find someone you really like too..”
Raya nodded, far too in her head then to do much else. The denial stinging, hurting, but she couldn't even understand why.
“Yeah..I guess…”
Namaari hesitated, as if she was waiting for her to say more, silence enveloping them until she put on a smile for her.
“You’ll have to let me know when you do-” she finished, “and I’ll let you know if the curse is real or not.”
Raya forced a laugh, pushing the conversation forward.
Better to let it go, better to move past it.
“-and how many cats you get.” Raya added, causing Namaari to laugh.
“Definitely a lot, curse or no curse.”
They parted ways at the path where they typically would follow one or the other to their house, a needed split as Raya couldn't seem to get over Namaari's words. Her denial of the kiss they were meant to share. Raya took the long way home from school in an effort to clear her body of the way it was exploding with so many questions. Everything piling on then, the weight of something she had never really felt before. An ache settling in her chest, a sensation of tears welling in her eyes, Namaari’s face and her words unable to leave that brain of hers alone. Wondering how or why she went back on everything.
That was supposed to be their deal.
That was supposed to be the agreement.
And what made it worse is that Namaari clearly had been having second thoughts about it for awhile, sitting on it all month instead of approaching Raya about it. Choosing the last day of school of all days to present her with this dilemma.
Yes, she didn't owe it to Raya, she didn't have to kiss her, but why wait like this? Why not just tell her before? Raya tracing back memories of Namaari and her, trying to find a time where she may have wanted to tell her but Raya had possibly missed it. Unable to think about anything else but their last exchange-
“I think you should kiss someone you like-”
“I think you shouldn’t waste it on me”
Stupid.
How was it a waste? How was she a waste? Raya wanted her first kiss to be Namaari. How could she honestly think she didn’t! Wasn't it obvious that Raya liked her-?
And there it was.
Raya stopped dead in her tracks, realizing it then.
Raya liked Namaari.
And not only that-
She realized Namaari’s words, her distance, and the look upon her face. Their last conversation opening up in her mind, taking notice then not how Raya had felt in the moment but how Namaari had looked. How sad she was, how she had emphasized the point of Raya kissing someone she liked.
Liked.
She was-...she had asked her that…cause-...
God-...Raya was so stupid.
She turned on her heels, running back to where they had split off. Raya racing down the path that she knew Namaari took nearly every single day to and from school, trying to find her, knowing she couldn’t possibly have gotten too far. Spotting her bookbag first, then herself as she leaned over the Kumandran bridge. Hands resting on the gate, staring down in it’s waters deep in thought, her head lifting as she heard Raya’s thundering pace approach her. Confusion, followed with a small smile as she saw how out of breath Raya looked then.
“Raya, what’s-?” she started to say, only Raya cut her off.
“I do like you!” she blurted out, practically heaving the words out then, breathless as she shouted them.
Namaari froze, like her brain had seriously shut down.
So, Raya said it again.
“I like you-...a lot and I know I said in sixth grade that I’d kiss you and acted like it’d only be as a friend or whatever-...” Raya stated, “but now-..I’d like to cause I’d actually like to…or I mean-..I want to kiss you because I like you..and not just like-... I like, like you....like- more than a friend.”. “I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings or if I’m totally making no sense right now and you have no idea what I mean-...but I really think somewhere along now and then I was happy it was going to be you because it’s you…not just my friend but someone I want to be more than just friends with-...”
By this point, Raya knew her face was all sorts of red.
Even worse, she couldn’t stop rambling. Her brain struggling to configure the words correctly as they came out of her mouth. Wanting Namaari to understand that she liked her the whole time, that she just didn’t really get it till now. Till quite literally five minutes ago! Being dense or unsure or whatever you wanna call it. Now knowing that all along this is what she wanted to happen, that she wanted to have Namaari out of everyone she ever would know or did know to be her first kiss.
If-...that is..Namaari wanted the same.
Judging by the smile that wouldn’t leave her lips, Raya expected she most-definitely felt the same.
“Are you sure..?” she said when Raya finally halted her spastic words onslaught to allow Namaari to finally speak, “Like-..it’s okay if you-”
“No, I really do!” Raya yelled, insisting, “I’m being serious!”
“I- I just wanted to make sure cause you said back then-”
”That was like- two years ago…I was being stupid!” Raya groaned, “and-...I’m also not saying this just to avoid the curse-...and if you don't like me back, you don't have to-”
"I do like you-" Namaari said as she stepped forward, silencing her.
She didn’t kiss her yet, she didn’t even touch her, but the gentle movement of her step caused Raya’s words to fall away mid-sentence. The air changing, the moment arising as she carefully moved into Raya’s space. Taking her hands in her own, the pair standing inches apart as they watched one another. Frozen, Raya’s stomach feeling more like it was going to eject itself up through her throat. Praying that when Namaari dove in, she wouldn’t think she was gross or smelled weird or that her hands felt far too sweaty or that she opened her eyes too soon or too late or-...anything! Wanting to be a decent first kiss, to not permanently scar Namaari from ever talking to her again.
However, it wasn’t any like that.
It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t bad or made Raya’s body flinch away. One moment she saw her move in, the next her eyes were closed and she felt the press of her soft lips on her own. Gentle, chaste, yet it sent a spark through Raya’s brain and body that had her blinking like an idiot when she moved back. Not even much of a second long, the two taking a moment to stare at the other before Raya leaned up and kissed her again. A second longer, that same charge floating through her skin and it was done.
Done.
.....and....was it really that simple?
Was it really that easy?
Or-...nice?
Raya pressed her lips together, wondering why everyone made it out to be so nerve-wrecking only for Namaari’s snort to cut through her thoughts. She came down from the heavens to see she was laughing, hiding her smile behind her hand. Raya, without much warning, started to laugh too. The pair, erupting into it, finding the moment so…funny...for some reason and yet it made their feet light and their head’s spin too as if it were perfect and sweet. Laughing at how they had made this all into such a big deal, acting as if this was such a dreaded experience, only to see that it was actually really...good.
Maybe it was so only because it was them?
Either way Raya felt good to laugh then, good to see the way Namaari’s cheeks turned red and her smile grow wide and how when they moved apart their hands stayed interlocked. Happy, giggly, like two stupid kids finally figuring it all out then.
Yeah-...it was simple and good and easy because it was Namaari, someone she liked a whole lot. Which is exactly who Raya wanted her first kiss to be with.
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Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 13: Choices
It's that time again, folks! The sun has pretended to dip below the horizon and I am setting up another post for y'all to enjoy in 11 hours. You all aren't allowed to give me spoilers about what's going to happen then, but I'll be damned if y'all can stop me from giving you The Wheel of Time spoilers, so your only hope is to run away if you don't want those. We good? Good.
Today's chapter starts with the Moiraine's staff icon, which is probably a reference to her relieving everyone's weariness at the beginning of the chapter and her next lesson with Egwene.
Thom jerked away from the Aes Sedai’s hands, but she seized his gray head with a look that allowed no nonsense. The gleeman scowled through the entire thing. She smiled mockingly once she took her hands away. His frown deepened, but he did look refreshed.
Twu wuv!
Seriously, I saw the foreshadowing coming a mile away even in my first read (though it's in book four so why am I talking about it now), but I don't understand what these two see in each other. Nearly every other couple in this series has more chemistry!
(Also, if Moiraine's removing weariness is only subjective, why bother when they're all about to sleep? If it's not subjective for humans, what's the difference between them and horses? Is she doing it to cover guarding their dreams?)
“In a month or two, we’ll be back,” Perrin said in a strained voice. “Think what we’ll have to tell.”
Of the four, Perrin's the only one who does come back and it still takes him months. It's possible Rand or Mat might work their way back now that the books are done, but if not for T'A'R, the previous chapters would have been the last time Egwene saw home.
With himself and his stallion, Mandarb—he said it meant “Blade” in the Old Tongue—he was not so sparing.
Let's all just appreciate how Lan hasn't grown mentally since he was a teenager and try very hard to dismiss any thought about why that might be, since it would ruin the mood. Meanwhile, Moiraine's horse's name is a reflection of her quest: the spring rains come with Rand.
“It’s no different from back home,” Perrin said, frowning at the distant buildings, barely visible through the trees. People moved around the farmyard, as yet unaware of the travelers.
“Of course it is,” Mat said. “We’re just not close enough to see.”
It's funny, that of course one's cosmopolitan instincts are to side with Perrin over Mat, that farms in the same general part of the world are in fact much the same and that the big picture is identical. Yet in a world all about individual threads making the big picture, Mat's statement is less stupid than it seems: whoever lives there is going to be quite different than the Two Rivers folk they know, even if they are also much the same.
At their first stop, before the sun sank, Lan began teaching the boys what to do with the weapons they carried. He started with the bow. After watching Mat put three arrows into a knot the size of a man’s head, on the fissured trunk of a dead leatherleaf, at a hundred paces, he told the others to take their turns.
I'm not an archer, but I do believe that this is a genuinely impressive bit of marksmanship. Though Lan's brutal take down of the boys is quite funny too. Let's quote it for fun.
“Now if you all had bows,” the Warder said dryly when they started grinning, “and if the Trollocs agreed not to come so close you couldn’t use them. . . .”
Never offer your students praise, Lan. They might start to feel good about themselves.
Rand stared at him. “The flame and the void,” he said wonderingly. “That’s what you mean, isn’t it? My father taught me about that.”
The Warder gave him an unreadable look in return.
Once again, Lan is very upset that Rand has hit all the cool milestones way before he could show them off.
“What are you doing?” She gave him a sidelong look without answering. It was the first time he had spoken to her in two days, he realized, since the night in the log shelter on the bank of the Taren, but he did not let that stop him. “All your life you’ve waited to wear your hair in a braid, and now you’re giving it up? Why? Because she doesn’t braid hers?”
Rand, you are traveling with six other people. How the hell have you gone two days without saying a word to one of them? And to break the silence you go with berating her? Bro.
Warily, Rand looked around the camp. Everybody was looking at him, not just the Warder. Mat and Perrin, with their faces white. Thom, tensed as if ready to run or fight. Moiraine. The Aes Sedai’s face was expressionless, but her eyes seemed to bore into his head. Desperately, he tried to recall exactly what he had said, about Aes Sedai and Darkfriends.
Lan, as stated by the text, just really wants Rand to not to call the Trollocs down on them.
Mat and Perrin are wondering why he's trying to antagonize the scary witch who seems to be the only thing between them and a Trolloc's cookpot.
Thom is ready to throw sand in Moiraine's face and get stabbed by Lan as long as it takes for Rand to get away and hopefully not be gentled.
Moiraine really couldn't give less of a fuck what he thinks as long as he does what he's told and is trying to intimidate him into shouting to get Trolloc attention a little less.
Mat lay there on his back, his mouth still open, staring at her. Moiraine’s eyes caught the light like dark, polished stones. Abruptly Rand wondered how long she had been standing there.
Moiraine's reaction is quite different in this chat two days later because Mat wants to fuck off to Illian. She doesn't even mind them going there after Tar Valon (although it may not be place #1 on her itinerary until after this book and the Horn is recovered), but he's talking about not doing what he's told and that must be shut down.
“The Dark One is after you three, one or all, and if I let you go running off wherever you want to go, he will take you. Whatever the Dark One wants, I oppose, so hear this and know it true. Before I let the Dark One have you, I will destroy you myself.”
Unfortunately, she goes with this particular tactic, which really only cements for the three boys that she can't be trusted as far as they can throw her. (Sure, she's small, but also Lan would kill them if they tried.) Death threats are a terrible way of instilling loyalty, as most villains find out when their minions inevitably have enough. Before her time as the group mentor is over, Rand and Perrin will have each taken a turn running away while Mat will have gone full Gollum out of spite.
“The Five Powers,” Egwene said slowly. “Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, and Spirit. It doesn’t seem fair that men should have been strongest in wielding Earth and Fire. Why should they have had the strongest Powers?”
Per Brown v. Board of Education, this whole magic system isn't fair at all. But funnily enough, Egwene (while unusually well-rounded for any channeler) actually leans stronger into Earth and Fire than Wind and Water.
Egwene was silent for a time, digging her toe into the forest floor. “They . . . they were the ones who . . . who tried to free the Dark One and the Forsaken, weren’t they? The male Aes Sedai?” She took a deep breath and picked up speed. “The women were not part of it. It was the men who went mad and broke the world.”
No Egwene, freeing the Dark One was a group project; it's only the sealing that the women had nothing to do with. Not that this was a bad thing overall. Moiraine very clearly does not answer her question directly and this is because she's well-researched enough to know that the the truth won't make Egwene comfortable.
In the shadows, Rand shifted. A twig snapped under his foot. He froze instantly, sweating and holding his breath, but neither of the women looked around.
Moiraine doesn't need to; Lan would be freaking out if anyone who wasn't one of them were about.
Egwene drew a heavy breath. “I suppose I was afraid of that, that I’d be changed by the Power. That and the Trollocs. And the Fade. And. . . . Moiraine Sedai, in the name of the Light, why did the Trollocs come to Emond’s Field?”
Since Moiraine shoos Rand away with a glance at this point, we don't get her answer to Egwene. That won't stop me from speculating wildly! Ready for some crazy theories? Prepare yourself!
Are you sure?
She told Egwene exactly what she's been telling the boys all this time: that the Dark One is after one or more of the boys and that she can't be certain for exactly what purpose but that it's enough to oppose the Dark One in all things.
I know, I know, this sort of thinking is likely too wild for some of you.
When finally sleep came, it was fitful and filled with sweaty dreams where all the men in Emond’s Field-
Ooooh!
-claimed to be the Dragon Reborn and all the women had blue stones in their hair like the one Moiraine wore. He did not try to overhear Moiraine and Egwene again.
Oh. Well, we can certainly deduce that this dream shows how deeply in denial Rand is. His subconscious knows very well what's up, but he won't acknowledge it awake because it would freak him out way too much.
The Aes Sedai might have begun acting as if Egwene were in charge of the Emond’s Fielders...
Rand is so hilariously bitter about this, as if he weren't screaming for everyone in Andor to hear about how all Aes Sedai are Darkfriends, as if Mat hadn't tried to turn their flight for their lives into a bro's road trip, and as if literally everyone in Perrin's own home town besides Rand and Mat didn't assume that he was too stupid to walk and talk at the same time. She's not putting Egwene in charge because she's unfairly valuing women or would-be Aes Sedai but because the girl who worships the nearest authority figure at all times is, against all odds, the best candidate for getting the rest of you to put your shoes on in the morning so you can flee for your lives.
“Hey, Rand,” Mat called, “I can juggle four!” Rand waved in reply without looking around. “I told you I’d get to four before you. I—
I'm also not a juggler, but my gut's telling me that Thom's a really good teacher if Mat can juggle four stones while riding a horse after six days' practice. Then again, we'll see in one of these books that Thom is literally superhuman in his juggling skills.
“You have further to go yet,” Moiraine said. “Much further. But there is no other choice, except to run and hide and run again for the rest of your lives. And short lives they would be. You must remember that, when the journey becomes hard. You have no choice.”
It really can't be helping Moiraine's motivational speeches that the closest things she ever had to a mentor were whatever scheming tutors she got before escaping to the Tower and then Elaida. That's what I have to keep reminding myself because otherwise her speeches in this chapter are just fucking terrible. When she doesn't get to talk about dead nations and cool Aes Sedai she's just got no charisma.
“We must attract as little attention as possible.” Lan was exchanging his cloak of shifting grays and greens for one of dark brown, more ordinary, though of fine cut and weave.
I also just love that attracting attention was not remotely a concern in Emond's Field, apparently. She must have really thought she was ahead of the game for once for her and Lan to be wearing such easily identifiable attire that any smart Darkfriend asking questions would recognize right away. This whole jaunt must be a hell of a slap in the face about her own overconfidence.
“What’s all this, eh? It’s too late in the day to be opening this gate. Too late, I say. Go around to the Whitebridge Gate if you want to—”
It's not really discussed, but it's certainly too late to get to the Whitebridge Gate before it's actually closing time, so any downcountry folk who actually do come up this way (or more likely, peddlers like Fain), are just SOL. Avin's a lazy, corrupt jerk, and Rand's very lucky for that.
They say they’re here because of what’s going on down in Ghealdan. The Dragon, you know—well, him as calls himself Dragon. They say the fellow’s stirring up evil—which I expect he is—and they’re here to stamp it out, only he’s down there in Ghealdan, not here. Just an excuse to meddle in other people’s business, is what I figure.
It is just an excuse, and it's hella meddlesome at that. The Whitecloaks are engaging in quite a substantial campaign to overthrow Morgase, the ruler of the subcontinent's largest nation and the one friendliest to the White Tower. If any of her enemies came to power afterward, they might be friendly enough to help the Whitecloaks finally gain more power in Ghealdan, one of the nations bordering them, much like they want to re-establish the kingdom of Almoth to establish pincers around Tarabon. This is all part of Pedron Niall's scheme to unite the west in preparation for the Last Battle, which he is smart enough to see coming and stupid enough to think he'll be the star of.
Likely the specific hopes of the Baerlon campaign are to increase unrest enough to tear Andor in two even if Morgase keeps the throne, with the plans of then marching down through the Two Rivers to try and fuck up Ghealdan that way. Military history would show why that plan isn't really going to work, but I think Niall's pride would convince him he'd be able to pull off what hadn't been done since Manetheren (I doubt even Hawkwing conquered across the mountains instead of just taking both regions via different campaigns).
“Names mean little,” Moiraine said calmly. If anything she had heard disturbed her, she gave no outward sign of it now. “You could call your mule People of the Dragon, if you wanted.”
Moiraine does seem to have some insight into Logain's general plan of forcing the prophecy and having any edges smoothed over later by general opinion. It helps that she knows damn well he's not the Dragon.
“Tear is the greatest port on the Sea of Storms, and the Stone of Tear is the fortress that guards it. The Stone is said to be the first fortress built after the Breaking of the World, and in all this time it has never fallen, though more than one army has tried. One of the Prophecies says that the Stone of Tear will never fall until the People of the Dragon come to the Stone. Another says the Stone will never fall till the Sword That Cannot Be Touched is wielded by the Dragon’s hand.” Thom grimaced. “The fall of the Stone will be one of the major proofs that the Dragon has been reborn. May the Stone stand till I am dust.”
And here is our first bit of Dragon prophecy. We never get the whole of the Karatheon Cycle, which is just as well because Jordan probably could have made into a trilogy. This particular prophecy is straightforward and anyway secondhand, so there's not much to discuss. It is nice that there's a seeming contradiction that would prevent it from being fulfilled though, with the order being Sword and THEN Stone. Really though you'd expect most non-sheepherders to get the gist of how it's supposed to go down.
Lan’s hand went to his purse again, but even as it did another man, as big around as Master al’Vere, came hurrying out of the inn. Puffs of hair stuck out above his ears, and his sparkling white apron was as good as a sign proclaiming him the innkeeper.
Two is too early to call a pattern, but I don't have much else to say on this chapter so let's call it anyway. You can always tell a Darkfriend innkeeper by the fact that they're thin.
Anyway, it's now to the point when this post is only ten hours from being posted, so I'm off to bed. Next time: The Stag and Lion! (Lion I get, but where's the Stag come from?)
#let's read#wheel of time#wot#robert jordan#wheel of time spoilers#wot spoilers#rand al'thor#moiraine damodred#lan al'mandragoran#egwene al'vere#mat cauthon#perrin aybara#thom merrilin
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SEVEN MINUTES
7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME
7. Cuddle (Aww, this is actually a wholesome one! I like it and it fits something Kukki and Kyuuma would def do in such a scenario! 🥰)
Words count: 1267 words (another long one, so y'all know the drill).
No trigger warnings, just pure adorable Kyuuma fluff! 🥰
Please enjoy! <3
It was yet another chill Saturday night of hanging out with her favorite singer buddy and his fun life loving band for Kukki. She always enjoyed spending time like this with Kyuuma and his buddies, since the enthusiastic lead singer was always very energetic and full of positive vibes, precisely what she needed in these scary times when everyone was mostly feeling in the dumps.
For tonight, they were all sitting by a camp fire, outside of the band's RV, enjoying the pleasing summer night air, drinks in hand and a lively conversation going. "Hey, you know what would be really fun to try out, since were all here?" Takumi launched the question, a big grin on his face, catching everyone's attention.
"Got anything fun on your mind, Takumi? You know I looove your crazy activities ideas!" Kyuuma's bright smile perked up at his friend's words and looked at him with maximum of attention. Takumi had in fact usually really cool ideas in mind for them to try out, so of course Kyuuma was going to be all giddy to hear out what he had to say. "How about... We play Seven Minutes in Heaven?" Takumi's grin grew wider and he took a sip from his beer, while the others stared in surprise at his proposal. It wasn't out of the ordinary to hear something crazy like this from him, but this? This had to take the cake for wild ideas.
"Okay Takumi, I think you'd had way too many beers for tonight. You are starting to talk nonsense." Uta took a deep sigh, rubbing her forehead and moved forward to take the bottle of beer from Takumi's hand. "Why you say that? I am not talking nonsense, I am actually being serious! Why not try out this game? Were here, we have the RV behind us and inside it we have a big ass storage closet, so why not seize the moment? You know what I mean?"
"I think you're just looking for an excuse to smooch Uta and you didn't know how to say it. Or maybe, perhaps you've got your eyes on Kyuuma's woman and you are trying to look for a chance to try her out for yourself?" Goken, the bolder one of the group joined into the conversation, big jeering smirk on his face as his question got poor Takumi to almost choke, Kyuuma to raise his eyebrows in confusion at the part about 'his woman' and Kukki to blush like mad from the same reason.
"N-No, no! There's nothing of the sorts! I wouldn't have such intentions ever, I swear!" Takumi revolted at the 'accusations' and his friend burst into laughter. "Okay, you two, just cut it out. Takumi surely didn't mean it like that. Well, anyways, I do like the idea of the game. It sounds fun and silly, so why not? It's something new and a good opportunity for us to break out from our usual routine, so why not give it a try?" Kyuuma decided to break the tension and as usual, his cheerful optimistic attitude managed to calm the waters immediately.
The others seemed to hesitate for a brief moment, but in the end, they went on to agree with playing the game, so without further ado, they took one of the empty bottles and set it on the ground to spin it as stated by the rules. The first to go, since he was the leader, was of course Kyuuma, and the bottle spun for a few times, before finally landing on Kukki.
The silver-haired woman's eyes widened for a moment in surprise, but at the same time she felt a slight surge of relief at the thought that if she were to be picked for the game, she hoped that her game partner would at least be either Uta or Kyuuma, since they were less likely to try doing something pervy. "Looks like you're stuck with me for this round, Kukki-chan!" Kyuuma laughed energetically and came to place an arm around the young woman's shoulders.
"Y-Yeah... Looks like it." Kukki smiled and tried to not let it show that she was a bit nervous about the prospect of being closed with this handsome stud of a man in a closet for the next 7 minutes. "Okay you two, time to get in that closet! Have fun in there and don't forget you only have 7 minutes, so careful what you choose to do in case you don't want to be caught with your bums out when the timer runs out." Takumi chuckled and nudged the two towards the RV and then to the closet in question.
Next thing they knew, they were stuck inside the semi-dark storage closet. Surprisingly enough, it was rather spacious, so at least they didn't have to stay pressed against each other like sardines.
So this was it, 7 minutes with Kyuuma... Kukki's heart began beating faster and louder at the realization that indeed, she was in there with him and well, she couldn't not wonder what he might have in mind for them to do. Maybe kiss? Or perhaps make out? Feel each other up? Her mind was starting to run wild with all sorts of scenario, when Kyuuma's warm and soft tone snapped her out of it.
"Soo... What do you think we should do? I am not really that familiar with this game myself." The man said, scratching the back of his neck with a tad bit of awkwardness to himself. Kukki blinked at him for a few moments, and that's when she started to calm down. It was Kyuuma after all, of course he wasn't going to ask her something inappropriate. "I don't really know either. I haven't played this game before either." She muttered, with a nervous laughter of her own and then looked him in the eyes.
Kyuuma's features were soft and warm, no sign of malicious intent anywhere on his expression, which gave her a sense of relief, safety and comfort. It was true that they were close friends, but at the same time, the young woman couldn't deny the fact that she was starting to develop a slight crush for the charismatic singer. He was way too sweet and cute not to!
"Then I dunno, I guess we could go on to cuddle or something, if you are okay with it. I couldn't help but notice you were looking a bit stressed, so maybe a hug will help you relax a bit?" Kyuuma came closer to her, warm smile still spread across his face and Kukki couldn't help but blush again and smile too. "Yeah, sure, I would really like that." Her answer came right away and prompted the man to open his arms in order to welcome her between them for a warm and loving hug.
And that's what they did. For the next 7 minutes, they just stood like that, hugging and cuddling each other in a comforting and relaxing manner, Kukki taking in his soft scent of cologne and enjoying the pleasing warmth of his body against hers, while Kyuuma rubbed her back slowly and softly and played with the soft strands of her silver hair. It was a rather wholesome and sweet moment and an image that endeared their friends' hearts as well, when the timer ran out and they came to 'bust them out in the act', but were surprised to find the two doing nothing else but cuddle adorably.
This was surely going to be one of Kukki's sweetest memories with Kyuuma she will keep in her heart forever!
#7 minutes in heaven#aib rp#aib roleplay#alice in borderland roleplay#alice in borderland rp#aib oc#aib oc rp#kyuma clubs#rp with kukki
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hey can u write a part two for the drunk and clingy reader but with the angels ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ thank u ♡
mikael, ricardo, & noel + drunk and clingy gn!so
that lil bear is so cute ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ i love it skfjks anyway sorry this is so late, work and school have kept me so busy, but i think i found a balance for everything :) also guess who got asked out on a date!!
genre: crack, fluff
cw: alcohol and intoxication, itty bitty spoilers in noel's part??
Mikael
❧ he was throwing this annual gala at his castle which was a pretty big deal in his side of the kingdom as no one is usually allowed in his castle
❧ and since this party is so fancy and exclusive, there's some pretty high end alcohol being served
❧ and since this alcohol is made for not humans, you can imagine how much it would affect a human like yourself, needless to say after one glass you were starting to get pretty hammered
❧ mikael spent most of his night doing host stuff and talking to his guests, so he doesn't find out about your condition until noel comes up to him hours into the party with a simple "y/n is very intoxicated"
❧ so he's like "oh shit" and excuses himself immediately to find you
❧ and when he does find you, he sees you talking to like seven people at once, spouting absolute nonsense stories and comments about your audience like "wow you're so tall!! you should play basketball, i better see you at the next game; oh yeah that reminds me of this one time..."
❧ you're talking a mile a minute and in any other situation this would be not a good thing as it's a terrible first impression, but the guests all think it's hilarious and adore you
❧ you eventually see mikael making his way towards you and you exclaim, "it's him!! my lovely lover!!" and you run at him, tackling him into a hug
❧ at first he's like "this is hardly appropriate, please let go" but you continue squeezing him tight and rubbing your cheek against his arm and talking about how much you missed him and scolding him for leaving you alone with all these people
❧ mikael was like "don't say that in front of them!!" but the guests couldn't care less, they were enjoying the hilarious scene playing out in front of them
❧ at this point, mikael has mellowed out a lot more and everyone in his side of the kingdom has become more chill overall so this situation is really just a funny no big deal type thing; in fact, everyone at the party is happy to see their leader with someone who loves him so dearly
❧ he asks one of the bystanders how much you've had to drink and points at the several empty glasses on a nearby table and he's like "ok yeah we need to get you some water like rn"
❧ he calls noel over and tries to get you to go with him to the kitchen to get you some water since he has to stay and continue hosting the party, but you refuse to leave without him
❧ since he still can't leave he sends noel off on his own to bring some water back and sits you down off to the side of the ballroom
❧ the whole time you're waiting you're still hugging onto his arm and you have you're ankle wrapped around his, and the poor man is trying to continue entertaining his guests but let's be real, they find this situation more entertaining than any small talk
❧ so noel finally comes back with your water and hands it to you before walking off, but your hands are too wobbly to bring the cup up to your mouth, so you turn to look at mikael with pleading eyes until he gives in and helps you take sips
❧ since the party was almost over he decides to continue to sit with you until it was time to see the guests out; so he's formally thanking them for coming while you're next to him swaying a bit while clinging onto him and exclaiming "byeee, i had soooo much funn, see you next time!!!"
❧ as soon as the last guests leaves, he immediately ushers you to y'all bedroom to help you get settled in for the night
❧ when you get to the bedroom, you just flop down onto the bed without even bothering to take off your evening clothes
❧ when he tells you that you both need to do your night time routine, you whine like "noooo i just wanna cuddle :(("
❧ so he sighs, and pulls you off the bed and suddenly you perk up like "lemme help you!!" so now you're following him around as he gets ready for bed and he tricks you into getting changed and ready for bed
❧ so once that's all done, y'all get tucked into bed and you instantly latch onto him and ask him for a bedtime story and for him to caress you until you fall asleep
❧ he obliges, too charmed at how cute and demanding you are when you're piss drunk
❧ as soon as you drift off, he mumbles "why are you like this" before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead and falling asleep as well, holding you just as tight
Ricardo
❧ it was one of his days off and he decided to take you to this cozy little bar he used to frequent
❧ he was really good friends with the owner so y'all ended up getting a lot of free and discounted drinks which totally didn't do well for you lol
❧ a lot of the alcohols on the shelves behind the bar you hadn't even heard of because they don't exist in your world
❧ but ricardo insisted that you try a bunch of them because they're so good, much better than the weak stuff humans are used to
❧ so considering this it was no surprise to anyone when you got absolutely hammered about a half hour into your little date
❧ at this point you have several empty shot glasses laid out in front of you and you're practically leaning on ricardo for support
❧ so you're just leaning against him and holding on tight to his arm while he's sipping on a bottle of even stronger alcohol than what you were drinking
❧ and about five minutes into your clinging onto him you just suddenly announce "i need to pee"
❧ ricardo looks at you, quite amused by how you're acting, and he agrees to walk you to where the bathrooms are
❧ he opens the door for you to go inside and once you're in the bathroom you look back at him like "well? aren't you coming in, too?"
❧ you even ask him out loud if he can stay with you while you pee lmao
❧ but he says no :(( but he also reassures you that he will be right outside the door waiting for you
❧ this makes you happy and you let him close the door so you can do your business
❧ but when you get done doing your thing, you open the door and find him talking to someone else >:(
❧ they were just asking for directions to a little restaurant nearby but you didn't know this shh
❧ so you march up to the two of them, kinda swaying a bit, and you hug ricardo from behind, peaking your head out a bit to glare at who he was talking to
❧ ricardo's acting like this is no big deal and keeps giving your new enemy directions to the restaurant and even some recommendations
❧ once he's done the person goes to thank him, but you interrupt by slurring out "back off he's mine, you can't have him, he's already buying me dinner"
❧ needless to say this poor person is bewildered and very confused because they were just asking for directions?? not a date with this big scary dude??
❧ so they just laugh awkwardly and scurry off while you laugh to yourself like "hehehe success >:)"
❧ ricardo moves your arms off of him so he can turn around and face you, but without the support of holding onto him, you start to sway a bit in your place
❧ so he grabs onto your shoulders, sighs, and looks at you with a soft smirk before suggesting that the two of you go home
❧ you agree, happy to go anywhere with him, and wait patiently on a chair as he goes to quickly pay his bill
❧ when he comes back over to you, you remain seated and you lift your arms up to him, looking at him expectantly, clearly asking to be carried
❧ so he sighs again, turns around and kneels down so you can get on his back for a piggyback ride, which is the most wonderful position for you in this scenario because you don't have to walk and you also get to hold on tight to him
❧ so he walks with you all the way back to the castle, smiling gently to himself when he feels you nuzzle into the back of his head and neck or tighten your hold around him for a bit
❧ when you finally get back to the castle, mans hasn't even broken a sweat, he can carry you from town all the way up to the castle like five times in a row
❧ but mikael sees the condition you're in and is like "really?? it's not even five o'clock yet" it's five o'clock somewhere mikael
❧ so he just waves the two of you off and ricardo carries you back to his room for you to lie down and get some rest
❧ so he turns his back toward the bed and kneels down a bit so that you can hop off and into the bed, but you're just,, not letting go, you're like a koala
❧ he's like "umm,,, you can get off of me now??" but you're like "nah i like hanging onto you like this, i wanna keep holding you, if i let go that means i won't be able to hold onto you anymore"
❧ and now he's like "ok you got a point,," but then he says "but if you stay like this, i won't be able to hold onto you as well"
❧ and now you're like "ok you got a point,," and you let go of him and flop down onto the bed
❧ he turns around to face you and looks down at you with a look that says "i can't believe this idiot is mine to have forever" and brushes some hair out of your face before saying he'll be right back
❧ and now you're like >:O cuz he just said he was gonna hold you?? and he's leaving??? how dare he
❧ but he's too fast and you're too drunk and comfy to get up and chase him so you just lie there in bed all pouty until he gets back with a big glass of water, some bread, and pain meds for the morning
❧ he helps you sit up and makes you sip some water and nibble on the bread so you can sober up a bit, and leaves the rest of the water and pain meds for your morning hangover lol
❧ you let him do these things without protest because he's back and he's feeding you, you're happy :)
❧ once you're all done, you flop down into bed again and hold your arms open for him to join you, and as soon as he does you fall right asleep, finally content in being close to him and in a comfy bed
❧ he laughs under his breath at your antics again, places a few kisses on your forehead, and rests his eyes while holding you close
Noel
❧ ok idk how likely this scenario would be, but let's pretend the band of thieves he was a part of was having a little reunion at an underground bar
❧ noel was hesitant to invite you along cuz these aren't the best people, but oswald would be there too, and these people were like his family for a while so you wanted to meet them
❧ so the night of the reunion came and you met up with oswald outside of the bar and the three of you went in together and met up with a large group of rowdy, tough looking people
❧ ngl you were intimidated as hell when you first saw them, but when noel introduced you as his partner, you could see them lower their guard a bit
❧ one of the members, who you assumed to be one of the former leaders, comes up to you and you're shaking in your boots like "oh good lord what do they want from me"
❧ but then they hand you a whiskey glass with some alcohol in it with a small smirk, inviting you to join in the drinking but also to lowkey test your nerve
❧ noel's beside you squeezing your free hand like "hey you don't have to drink that if you don't want to" but you're like "nah i'm gonna do it, i gotta impress my lover's friends"
❧ so you take a deep breath and down the drink in one gulp
❧ the person who gave you the drink is a little shocked cuz that was a relatively strong drink and you just downed it no problem, you're pretty impressive
❧ and then you start coughing lmao noel pats your back until the fit goes down and all you have to say is "that was disgusting"
❧ this makes the crowd laugh and now all of them love you; congrats, you're in with the clique :)
❧ so you and noel find a seat at the bar and order a couple drinks, ones that you would actually like, and spend a while getting to know some of his former friends
❧ but as the night goes on, you can feel the effects of the alcohol start to get to you, but for some reason you just don't connect the dots that it's the alcohol doing this to you and you keep ordering drinks
❧ poor noel, who has a surprisingly high tolerance despite his small body mass, doesn't realize you are absolutely hammered until it's too late
❧ you just finished a conversation with another person when you lazily lean into noel's side to whisper "why are all your friends so blurry, is it cuz of a fight?" and the poor guy's like "huh???"
❧ so you have to explain that everyone you talk to has been like super blurry and they sound kinda funny and their words aren't making sense to you but you didn't want to say anything in front of them in case it was a side effect of a fight they got into a while ago
❧ to noel and to me too and i'm the one who wrote it this makes no sense, so he just straight up asks, "are you drunk?"
❧ you give it a bit of thought, look around at the empty glasses in front of you, and finally say "yeah, probably"
❧ you see him breathe a little sigh and he's like "that's ok, i'll go get you some water"
❧ but as you see him begin to stand up and walk away, you jump up and stumble out of your seat to catch up to him
❧ he catches you right before you actually trip over yourself and asks why you stood up, to which you reply, "why are you leaving me here, don't you want to take me with you??"
❧ he says again, "i'm getting you some water" and you're like "ok?? take me with you??"
❧ and it's not like he really has a choice at this point; you've already hugged onto his arm with the intent of not letting go anytime soon, so he's just like "ok this is fine, let's go"
❧ we love an unbothered king, he walks over to where the water is while still supporting you and keeping you from falling
❧ so he gets you the water and makes you drink it right then and there so you can sober up as asap as possible
❧ but as you're sipping on your water, one of noel's former friends comes up and it's instantly clear to your intoxicated mind that those two used to be really close
❧ well, it'd be obvious to anyone, this person was hugging noel and ruffling his hair affectionately and looking at him fondly, and surprisingly noel isn't batting them away like he would most everyone else
❧ so as you're watching all this go down, you're fuming behind your water cup, still sipping but glaring knives at this person who's being so affectionate to your partner while you're standing right there
❧ as soon as you finish, you interrupt their conversation by announcing that you drank all your water, pushing the cup toward noel for approval
❧ all he says is "ok, very good" and takes the cup to fill it up with more water for you while still listening to that person talking endlessly to him
❧ now you're starting to get offended and you make the executive decision to steal back noel's attention
❧ so what do you do? you try to chug all of the water in your cup. and what is the result? you start choking
❧ at least you got his attention. and the attention of everyone in a six foot radius of you lol
❧ he's patting your back, trying to help you pass the coughing fit, and even the person he was talking to is concerned
❧ once the fit passes, he decides that it's probably time to take you home, so he says goodbye to the people nearby and helps you walk out of the bar
❧ about halfway down the street though he has to carry you since you can't keep yourself up, and you hold onto him really tight
❧ he's not gonna realize that you were jealous of that person he was talking to, so he's not gonna ask what that whole scene was about
❧ so you have to be the one to ask who he was talking to so you can get an explanation, which he provides: that person was like an older sibling figure to him when he first joined the band, and they've always been affectionate like that with him
❧ this puts your drunk little mind at ease, and in the wave of relief you feel yourself start to get really tired
❧ you nuzzle closer into him and mumble out, "good, cuz you're mine ya know" and doze off into a little snooze
❧ he's still not gonna understand that you were jealous, but he does hold you a bit closer while whispering out "and you're mine" before continuing the walk back to the castle
#my. hcs#im sorry this took so long to get out#nightmare harem#nightmare harem hcs#nightmare harem mikael#nightmare harem ricardo#nightmare harem noel#otome games
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