#he doesn't smell bad though so he at least didn't roll in anything

[songsintheattic]

concerning when my dog disappears and then returns far too happy....what were you doing beast

#dogposting #i had abandoned him on a weekend like usual #and just called him maybe 3 times when i went to let the ducks out #it took him a few minutes to make it back here #but he came in so fast he almost tripped and killed himself #and then he was like on the brink of a category 5 zoomie event in the house lol #he doesn't smell bad though so he at least didn't roll in anything #and isn't that what really matters #especially since he was most likely just at my neighbor's house being nosy and sniffing mule corrals lol

[raina-at]

Box

Sometimes Sherlock's mind runs at high speed, sometimes he's brilliant and every input sparks a million deductions and interesting thoughts and new ideas. Sometimes he marvels at the complexity of his brain, the intricate rooms and spires of his mind palace.

Sometimes, and there's no other, less harsh word for it, sometimes Sherlock hates being in his own head.

Sometimes, when everything is loud and wild and too much, he feels like he would do anything, anything, to have a moment of peace. A moment of quiet, the insatiable engine of his brain stopping just for a second for a second so he can rest.

Sometimes, days are slow and grey and boring, and his mind is a slog of conflicting thoughts and memories, and the very idea of any kind of movement is already too much. Sometimes even the light hurts. Sometimes even John's voice is too loud. Sometimes even his dressing gown chafes his skin raw and even the air feels like pins and needles on his feet.

Sometimes Sherlock goes quiet, on days like this. Sometimes he gets high.

But he really hates the days when he gets nasty. He can't even really stop himself, he just spews out all the hateful thoughts about himself and other people into the face of the first person to touch him the wrong way.

Sometimes, that person is John.

Like about half an hour ago. Sherlock had been lying on the sofa since yesterday evening, unable, unwilling to even think of moving, and John had insisted he at least drink a bit of water.

Reasonable. Kind, even.

Sherlock opened his mouth and he eviscerated John. With deductions about his family, his bad habits, every tiny inadequacy in the bedroom he ever experienced (though their sex life, let's be honest, is fantastic, but at that moment he didn't care, it would hurt John and he would leave Sherlock alone in his misery). 

John, predictably, left.

Sherlock seriously asks himself whether one of these days, John won't come back. And he's frankly baffled when John comes back, not twenty minutes after Sherlock said some things to him that Sherlock himself will probably not be able to un-hear.

But John doesn't even seem overly angry. Resolute, yes. Wearing his 'Fuck with me at your peril' face, yes. But not angry.

"Okay," he says. "This ends now. Sit up."

Curious in spite of himself, and fully aware of how thin the ice he's walking on currently is, Sherlock does as he's told.

John puts a nondescript cardboard box on the table. "We're playing."

Sherlock doesn't roll his eyes, but it's an effort. This is an old game, one John invented for him back when he first moved in to entertain Sherlock between cases. John calls it 'What's in the box'.

Sherlock calls it a waste of his precious time and brain capacity. It's never taken him more than ten minutes to guess what's in the box. The only reason it’s even a bit of a challenge is that John is delightfully unpredictable. But still, Sherlock always guesses correctly.

But one look at John's flinty eyes, the telltale tension in his jaw muscles and the way he stands nearly at parade rest tells Sherlock that arguing right now would perhaps not be altogether in his best interest.

Sherlock holds John's determined gaze for a moment, then, after John raises a challenging eyebrow, directs his attention at the box.

It's a square box of brown cardboard, about 20 centimetres in diameter, large enough to hold a novelty mug, for example. Sherlock picks it up and starts examining it. It's very light, he notices that immediately. It's also cool to the touch, and slightly damp. It's snowing outside, so the deduction that John just went out and purchased this box is immediately obvious. But did he purchase the contents as well?

It has no discernible smell aside from the slight whiff of John's hand cream and London snow. The edges are smooth, whatever John put in there fit easily. The box makes no noise when he shakes it, so either the contents are well-secured or fit the box so perfectly that there is no room for movement.

“Five questions,” John says quietly.

Sherlock acknowledges the rules of the game with a tilt of his head and asks his first question. “Did you purchase the contents?”

John nods. “Four.”

“Did you do it within the last hour?”

John shakes his head.

Sherlock looks up from the box and meets John’s eyes. John is watching him with a mixture of anticipation and wariness, and Sherlock is suddenly overwhelmed with guilt, with disgust at the horrid, uncontrollable part of him that’s capable of spewing such ugliness to a person he loves so much. “Why are you still here?” he whispers, holding John’s eyes.

“Where would I go?” John asks quietly, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Anywhere has to be better than here on days like today,” Sherlock answers, his voice raw with emotion and the full force of his self-loathing. 

“Open the box,” John says gently, nodding at the small cardboard square between them.

“But the game-”

“Sod the game,” John says with his usual impatience. “Open. The bloody. Box.”

Sherlock decides arguing is pointless and opens the lid.

Inside is a lot of packing paper.

And inside the packing paper sits a small, square, velvet-covered ring box.

Sherlock looks up, surprised, aghast, shocked. “Why?” he asks, unable to say any more.

John shrugs, a quiet smile on his face. “Because. Because most days you’re wonderful. Because most days we have fun and adventure and closeness and great sex, because most days you’re brilliant and clever and funny and charming. Because on the days you’re not, you’re still you and I still love you. And I don’t see that changing any time soon. And I want you to be able to think about that when you look at that ring, and remember that even on the days when you hate your brain, I love it, and always will.”

Sherlock is speechless, helpless, planless in the face of this onslaught of affection. He looks down at the box and opens it with gentle, shaking fingers. 

The rings are lovely, of course. Plain white gold, simple, perfect.

“I don’t know what to say,” he says, addressing his words to the box because if he looks at John now he might very well die of overload. 

“It’s customary to say either yes or no,” John says, and underneath the teasing he can sense John’s actual uncertainty.

Sherlock takes John’s hand, encircling John’s ring finger with his fingertips, imagining the ring there. Finally, he looks up, and he smiles. “Yes.”

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[rosinbae]

spring rain ⋆ shen ricky

◜✧◞ SYNOPSIS ─ spring rain, what a distinct smell which he finds so alluring.

◜✧◞ PAIRING ─ shen ricky x male!reader

◜✧◞ GENRE ─ fluffy fluff.

y/n has spent so much time with ricky, he's begun picking up some of his own habits.

he can't exactly remember when he started acting exactly like ricky does, or recognizing ricky by the smallest of things which anyone else would find absolutely hilarious, or knowing facts ricky hasn't even told him but he's figured out by just being around him for so long.

everything about ricky, to y/n, is just so pretty, endearing, he enjoys spending time with him, he loves buying things for ricky, even if ricky's the rich one, he'll spoil him like crazy.

he simply.. likes ricky.

it isn't until that one friday at 10 pm, that he finally realizes that he really does like ricky, though.

y/n never sleeps early, he says he's gonna go to sleep but ends up sitting up in bed on his phone for two hours straight. he hears the door open, but he doesn't look up right away, only listening to the skittering footsteps.

when he finally does look up, he thinks he might be frozen in shock. ricky has wet hair, and is wearing a white shirt, searching for something, in his room apparently.

y/n thinks he's staring too much, and internally curses for even thinking about staring so hard. "you seem spacey.."

"huh?" y/n turns off his phone, placing it on his bedside table. ricky chuckles, shaking his head.

"just saying" he says in a singsong tone, falling down onto his back as he stares up at y/n.

"did you wash your hair?" y/n inquires, raising an eyebrow at ricky who simply stares back. ricky nods, a small pout.

"yep, hao hyung forced me to, said it would help or something".

"i like it like this" y/n hums. "though i also like your hair down" he narrows his eyes as his mind races with thoughts of which ricky hairstyle he likes the best.

he runs his fingers through ricky's hair, as he always does, humming. "why are you still awake y/n?" ricky asks, moving to grab y/n's wrist.

"because i'm not tired— god, ricky, what are you doing?"

"if your not tired, then i'm gonna lay here with you until you fall asleep".

y/n sucks his teeth, ricky is so lucky he likes him because he would never take this from anyone else

besides yujin, that boy uses puppy dog eyes to manipulate him into doing anything—

y/n feels his stomach flip over when ricky almost immediately cuddles up beside him, resting his chin onto his shoulder.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck i can smell his hair— why does his hair smell so good?

"um.. earth to y/n?" ricky calls, his voice is a little too close for y/n's weak heart. "you okay?" he whispers, noticing how he was spacing out, again.

"yeah" he replies. i am totally not okay. "it's just, your hair.." he mutters, not knowing how to explain his compliment. "it smells good".

"you weirdo" ricky laughs, covering his mouth to contain his giggles. "why are you smelling my hair?"

"why is it so close to my face then?"

"oh shush, i'm trying to help you fall asleep".

"did i mention your hair smells like spring rain?" he adds, and ricky rolls his eyes, scoffing at y/n's question like addition.

"spring rain? what a weird compliment".

"it's not weird!" y/n fires back. "spring rain smells nice! at least you know your hair doesn't smell bad!"

"of course my hair doesn't smell bad! i won't let it smell bad!" ricky argues, a frown crossing his face as if he can't imagine himself doing such a thing.

"spring rain is nice.." he mutters, placing his chin onto ricky's head. "your hair smells nice, rui".

y/n didn't know spring rain, specifically ricky's hair smelling like spring rain, could relax him to an extent, but it did.

because it was ricky, of course it did.

#shen quanrui #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 ricky #zb1 imagines #ricky shen x reader #ricky imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles

[karahalloway]

One Night in Cordonia Chapter 5: Bad Moon Rising

Series: One Night in Cordonia, a @choicesprompts Round Robin event.

Fandom: TRR so far, but others could be added in

Pairings: Various

Word count: 1,700

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Swearing, sexual thoughts, unwanted sexual advances, unwanted sexual scenes, smidge of violence

A/N: So... I got hit with a random idea... and I rolled with it 🤣 Apologies in advance! Also, as you will see, I have assumed that Leo is still the Crown Prince at this point - though that doesn't stop Riley from being one of the suitors still.

Next author: @twinkleallnight

The crown prince of Cordonia stood near the chocolate fountain nervously adjusting his tie.

The object of his affection was within his sight yet he was still hesitant to make his move.

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, other than a crippling fear of rejection. Which seemed preposterous given his position in the social order.

But then, he had gone and fallen for someone who didn't care about any of that.

Leo exhaled ruefully.

He knew he should just bite the bullet and go over to where she was standing, laughing heartily at something someone had just said. Steer her away. Start some semblance of a conversation. Turn on his trademark Rys charm. Woo the literal knickers off her.

It had worked with all the women who had come before...

...but he wasn't sure it would work on her.

Because he'd never been in this situation before. Where he'd felt uncertain. Unsure of himself. Out of his depth...

...where he'd been attracted to an older woman.

Because that's who she was — a woman several years his senior. Who could very well have been his mother. Who was someone's mother.

A mother I'd like to fuck, he thought to himself, taking a long gulp of his scotch.

But he knew he was on the back foot. Not only because he'd never tried to seduce a sugar mama before — hence the reason for his attraction, which was the salacious draw of the forbidden, something he had yet to tick off his sex bucket list before his wedding night — but also because he knew that her attentions had already been claimed.

By Maxwell fucking Beaumont.

Leo scowled angrily.

Because honestly! What did that guy have that Leo didn't? Apart from the svelte physique of a dancer and way too many pokey objects stashed around his house?

Was it because he was younger? More innocent? (Leo wasn't actually sure whether Max had ever done the dirty with anyone... all the guy ever talked about was peacocks.) Or was it simply the fact that unlike Leo, Max was a nobody in the big scheme of things? Someone she didn't have to worry about causing a scandal with...? At least not as much of a scandal as she could've cause with a Crown Prince... Who was due to be engaged shortly... Most likely to her own daughter.

Because that's who Adelaide Amaranth was — his future mother-in-law. Assuming his father's machinations went to plan. Which they usually did...

Leo was so caught up in his musings that at first he didn't notice the questionable-looking smoke slithering its way through the various air vents that dotted the ballroom.

And even then, it wasn't the smoke he noticed, per se. After all, this was the Beaumont Bash. Literally anything that could happen, has happened. So, the sight of pink glitter infused smog that smelled like the aftermath of a Victoria's Secret perfume factory explosion wasn't exactly panic-worthy.

If anything, it helped set the mood for what he was going to do next. Which was quashing down whatever pansy-ass anxiety he was feeling and marching over to that sexy, curvaceous goddess of a woman and begging her to spank him.

Because hopefully that way, he could finally get those smutty thoughts out of his head and move on with his life.

Draining the rest of his scotch, he was about to take a step forward when a high pitched scream rent the air, and the entirety of the ballroom seemed to move as one.

Champagne flutes crashed to the floor, bodies barreled together, and the staccato of stampeding heels echoed through the room as mass panic erupted amongst the guest.

"What the—?"

He was nearly knocked over as the human tidalwave swept over him.

Knowing that resistance was futile, and that unless he did something, he was going to get crushed, he did the only concievable thing... and let himself be carried by the mass of humanity out of the House.

After a few quesy twists and turns through the various corridors, the crowd disgorged itself onto the front lawn of the estate, dumping Leo into the expertly manicured topiary that ringed the entrance steps.

"Well, that was... different," he mused, brushing the wayward leaves and twigs off his jacket.

He was about to step back over the hedge when he found his path blocked by a swaying figure.

"Mmm... Leo..." she purred, eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat. "Don't you look... fine this evening...?"

"Not now, Kiara," grumbled Leo, manouvering around her.

"But, baby..." she pouted, grabbing onto his arm to spin him back around. "Ne voulez-vous pas coucher avec moi...?"

"What? No!" he scoffed, trying to disentangle himself from the surprisingly strong grip she had on him.

"But I want to..." she declared, running her tongue up his neck.

Leo gasped as she grabbed his crown jewels through his tuxedo slacks, sinking her French-manicured nails against the delicate flesh.

"...and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer," she added, biting his earlobe... hard.

Leo gulped.

While he normally didn't mind a woman taking control when it came to bedroom activities, he was very much less enthusiastic about the idea when (i) those activities were apparently going to take place on the front steps of the House of one of his friends, in full view of all his future subjects, and (ii) he was not actually interested in the woman in question. Chiefly because he'd already been there, tapped that, got the scratches on his back to prove it. And he very rarely went back for seconds.

"Look, Ki," he gritted under his breath, laying a hand on her wrist to disengage the lock she had on his junk, "what we had was fun, but—"

"No buts," she admonished, smacking him on the ass, making him flinch. "Unless it's that sexy derrière of yours strutting—"

That's when Leo noticed that something was not quite right. For when he looked into Kiara's eyes, instead of her normally lush, almond-coloured irises, he saw what seemed to be a neon pink glow ringing her pupils... like something out of a bad supernatural TV show. Except he knew that this was no fantasy.

"Erm... Ki?" he asked hesitantly. "Are you... okay?"

If this was the start of the zombie apocalypse, he was definitely not ready to be eaten yet. Least of all by Kiara.

"Oh, I am perfect, mon amour," she hummed, tightening her grip on his marbles as she barred her teeth. "And I am about to be even—"

"No, you're not!" cried Leo, twisting around to smack the edge of his palm into Kiara's thorax, causing her to choke in surprise...

...and release the death-grip she'd had on his balls.

Taking advantage of the opening, he lifted a knee and aimed a Chuck Norris kick straight into Kiara's abdomen.

His sexual-assailant-cum-possible-zombie-in-waiting sailed into the hedge, disappearing from sight.

Dusting his hands off, Leo was about to resume his course when he noticed the literal orgy that was taking place around him.

Normally stuck-up nobles had shed their expensive threads and were doing it on the driveway like animals on the Discovery Channel, irrespective of sex, age, or social standing. Earls were shagging maids, duchesses were banging acrobats, and one person looked like they were trying to get it on with a horse.

"What the fuck...?" breathed Leo in disbelief, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Because it defied all reason...

...especially when he caught sight of Bert — his childhood friend, Bertrand Archibald Beaumont, who was as straight-laced as they came and who was going to be his best man — sucking down on Drake Walker's dick like a champion hooker. And he was enjoying it.

"Christ, I'm never gonna unsee that!" he cringed, trying to avert his eyes, but everywhere he looked, it was just one giant porno set.

Though at least he wasn't trapped on ground zero for an impending zombie apocalypse.

Sorry, Kiara!

But that didn't solve his immediate problem. Which was figuring out what the hell was going on, and why he hadn't turned into the same kind of mindless nympho that everyone else seemed to have devolved into.

Max. He needed to find Max.

If there was one person who was going to be able to give him answers, it was that dick-weed of a Beaumont. He was always the one pulling surprise stunts at the Bash — invariably to Bert's shock and horror — and chances were good that this weird smut smog had been his idea.

Stepping over writhing and moaning bodies, careful to not inadvertently get himself dragged into a three- or foursome with some crusty aristos that he'd never wanted to picture naked (let alone rogering someone up the arse), he re-entered the House and set about tracking down his host...

...and nearly tripped over his future wife screwing the bejesus out of Riley's press secretary on the grand staircase.

"Oookay, then...!" Leo exclaimed, trying to sidestep the raunchy spectable, only to nearly crash into Olivia as she came hurtling down the stairs.

"Whoa, steady on, Livy!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands onto her shoulders to steady her.

"Leo!" she exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise before shuttering provocatively as she bit down on her lower lip. "I mean... Le-oh!"

"Christ, not you too," groaned Leo as Olivia raked her blood-red nails down his chest.

"Wait," she gasped, shaking her head aggressively... as if trying to rejig her senses. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing. I just—"

"Max!" she cried, spinning around. "He's not affected either!"

Looking past Olivia, Leo spotted a perfectly normal-looking Max jogging down the steps — clothes fully on and no weird pink eyes in sight.

"Either?” he growled, shoving Liv out of the way and reaching out to grab the Beaumont by the front of his shirt. "What the fuck did you do, Max!”

"Me? Nothing! I was just—"

"Don't take the piss, Max," Leo warned. "There's about a hundred people back there going at it like the world is ending, including your brother, who's—"

"I don't want to know!" shrieked Maxwell, sticking his index fingers into his ears.

"Well, you should've thought of that before you released whatever the hell is causing everyone t—"

"It wasn't him," interjected Olivia.

"What?"

"It wasn't him," she repeated, running her hands seductively over her breasts before she apparently thought better of it. "This is an attack. Someone—"

"Tell me everything you know," Leo declared.

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One Night in Cordinia only

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#one night in cordonia #trr round robin #choicesprompts #the royal romance #leo rys #beaumont bash

[jq37]

I'm really glad you've seen Starstruck, because it means you have the context for this. Every disastrous decision made this episode, were THOSE the stupidest things these people have ever done? I thought 'my farts smell awesome' was the lowest they could go, but look at that, they collectively found another layer beneath that. This has to be the biggest L the Intrepid Heroes ever took. Outside of a TPK, losing a Mcguffin is as rough as it gets. The RNG giveth and the RNG taketh away.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OK, now that I have that out of the way, holy hell that last episode took a full year off my lifespan I think. Murph saying that it was like Fabian's Bad Day on a loop was right. I've never watched an episode of a ttrpg and thought, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" so consistently. Even after watching the Adventuring Party I'm not 100% confident I understand what some of those moves were about. I am going to try and break down by thoughts on each interaction, roughly in order from least to most baffling to me.

*Red and the Beast*

If this was as crazy as things went, it would have been a pretty normal episode. I fully understand why Ylfa would want to talk to the Beast being a monstruous princess and all. And Emily's side-motivation of wanting to maybe get some potions that would help them travel without freezing to death made sense as well. Sure it was a little awkward, but in the way that all pre-teens are sort of awkward around people who they think are cool. She didn't spill any serious beans or burn any serious bridges. This one gets a pass from me. 

*Ger and Elody*

It probably feels like I'm ranking this pretty low. And I am if we're talking in pure terms of cause and effect. Because loudly and weirdly spilling the beans the way that he did was a TERRIBLE move tactically and DEF alerted the princesses to their plan. BUT I wasn't CONFUSED about why it happened. Ger had a thing to do that made sense--find out if his wife was in on the erase everything plan and fill her in if not/try to convince her to switch sides if so. He had a reason to get frustrated and do something stupid. This was, in my eyes, a good plan that went poorly because of bad dice rolls and Murph's commitment to character. So while it was VERY unfortunate, I'm not actually confused about why the desperate frog man who is known for being awkward was weird and awkward to his wife in a dire situation so it didn't really frustrate me in the same way that some of the other scenes did. We also got one of one only pieces of new information in this episode--that it doesn't seem like Elody is in on the plan (though with his trash Insight rolls, who even knows). I wish he'd taken Roz with him to back up his story right away (and give him advantage of dice rolls). I also wish he'd brought Roz with him so she wasn't able to do her own solo mission. Speaking of...

*Roz and Snow*

This is not a conversation that needed to happen tactically. I was like, why is this going on? Just because everyone is having a little chat doesn't mean you have to have a little chat too. I will admit that by the time I got here, I was feeling so much second hand cringe that I missed a bit of the conversation. But I do know that Roz told Snow that she told the entire group about their chat and that they were fine with it. WHY TELL HER THAT??? The plan was clearly told to Roz with the understanding that it was for her ears only. Why immediately be like, "So I talked it over with the squad..." You're showing your hand! You're telling Snow you're not really aligned with the Daughter's of the Crown. If you were going to talk to Snow, why not try to figure out what the actual plans are wrt the erase the world endgame? They really don't know anything about the specifics of the plan. Just some nebulous talk about spilling ink. Why is no one asking questions about this? How are they supposed to stop a plan they don't understand?  Anyway, I think this conversation didn't need to happen and while it wasn't as disastrous in effect as Ger's convo, his had a good reason for happening while I don't think this one did which is why it frustrated me more. 

*Pinnochio and Cindy*

OK so this one frustrated me a TON because it had so much potential for getting information and moving the story forward but that's not what happened at all! As a sidenote, I was surprised but excited when they showed up at the castle and the Snow Queen fight was already over offscreen because I was like, "Man! We're going to get so much good information next episode!" Haha, nope! This conversation started off really strong with Pinnochio saying that they're kinda step-sibs which I thought was a great opener and something I hadn't really considered. I thought he was going to maybe bring up how the stepmother's goal seems to be fucking with stories (in a similar way to what they want) and seeing how she reacts. Or maybe following the thread about how she ALSO feels like she doesn't have agency in her story because she's a puppet of a narrative without even a name. And I don't want to assume but seems like Brennan was giving him the opening to go there like when Cindy was talking about "her own story" and Pinnochio was like, "She doesn't have one" Cindy seemed willing to talk down that thread but it was dropped really quickly. And this whole conversation had such a dissonant vibe where it was like Cindy was in Crown of Candy and Pinnochio was in Fantasy High or even Starstruck in terms of seriousness. Which, from a comedy standpoint, was extremely funny but from a narrative standpoint was like, Pinnochio...I'm begging you...please...ask her one direct question. Lou said he was playing up Pinnochio's childishness because he's a child in a weird situation which, sure I guess. But man. It was a very funny scene but not very narratively fulfilling.

*Pib and Cindy and a Window*

Pib readying the horses? The most competent move of the session! Pib unilaterally deciding to try to push her into her book? Why???? Like, OK. I wouldn't have told her about the book if I was Pinnochio--at least not without consulting the group. BUT once the proverbial cat was out of the book, why not let her have it? It might give her some perspective she doesn't already have and you might be able to sway her into being an ally. I feel like Cindy and Snow while true believers in the plan, aren't beyond reason. They don't strike me as gung ho about the entire situation. They give me the energy of people who are exhausted and on their last resort. I honestly feel like there is a world where this is all salvageable if they'd let her have her book without going full hostile. Maybe it's not the most LIKELY option. But I think there was a chance. But nope. Initiative. Even if they'd gotten her in, what's the next move? You're in a palace full of her allies and none of you have rolled more than a ten all session! Were you going to hold her hostage and run? Like, bruh. If they wanted to leave, they should have just left! Why did they make a whole production about it? I swear, they stayed in the castle the exact worse length of time. Not long enough to get any info, but too long to leave gracefully. Anyway, I thought this was a wild decision to just make. 

*Princess Interlude*

This isn't a part of the breakdown. This is just something I wanted to talk about. We really don't know how much the princesses know about The Situation and that's a big piece of the puzzle for us to know how BAD of a plan this is with the info they have. Because one of the few things we learned this episode is that Cinderella is surprised that the Stepmother doesn't have her own book. If they think that each person has their own book and they can write themselves out of existence without it affecting anyone else then this is actually a suicide pact and not a murder-suicide pact which still isn't GREAT but it's not WORLD ENDING which is decidedly less selfish. I still think it's an insane thing to try without having a full understanding of their world but if you're only playing with your OWN lives, then that's your right. 

And wrt to the PCs, since they were spilling the beans left and right, why not be like, cool. Ink spilling. Great plan. Now what about the Auroratory?  Because their stories don't just exist in ink. They're oral tradition, baby. I'm sorry you don't like your lives but ink spilling isn't going to solve everything. 

Finally, I need to go back to past episodes where the princesses are lamenting to be sure, but I'm honestly not 100% sure what it is they're so distressed about. There is an element of fighting for free will but I'm not sure what it is they think they don't have control over. Because surely if they had no free will, they wouldn't be able to fight their stories at all, right? And if it's just that they're stuck with all their memories from all their lives, Witches do that all the time, right? Can they just not handle the Everything, Everywhere, All At Once lifestyle because they're not inherently magical and they're cracking under the pressure? From what I remember from the previous episode, it sounded like Cindy and Snow were distressed over the *existence* of dark versions of their story which is why they wanted to destroy everything completely. But also, isn't darkness just a thing you have to accept if you're going to have free will? And also, I don't know that it makes sense to destroy the entire world just because there are timelines where bad things happen (especially when the worst things don't even happen to them). Who awakened these princesses in the first place? Based on the introductions, we're led to believe it's Cindy and Snow who were the first ones, but now that we've met Rapunzel, I have my doubts. And speaking of her, back to the list.

*Tim and Raps*

Tim what were you THINKING?????????

God, where to begin. Ally said they weren't sure if Raps was in on it or not two APs in a row which is baffling to me because I thought Brennan telegraphed it pretty hard that Raps was both very clever and very fake. We first hear about her trying to deceive the Baba Yaga (one of the SCARIEST NPCs who even DEATH doesn't fuck with) and getting away with her tongue intact. Then, on a really high insight check, the party learns nothing about her, except that she's so shiny you can't really read her. Suspicious as hell. THEN, we learn that she has hair that's everywhere that can potentially be used to spy on people. And when she describes murdering the Snow Queen, she says it in the most politician-y, obfuscate-y, side-stepping culpability way possible. YEAH. I THINK SHE'S IN ON IT. I am floored that it wasn't obvious that she was full team nuke everything. The twist to me would be if she was secretly GOOD. I was wondering if the was the actual mastermind, I didn't even realize we were discussing whether she was IN ON IT.

But like, OK. That aside. Whether you are going in thinking she's good and misled or fully in on it, THIS WAS AN INSANE WAY TO HANDLE IT.

DIRT IN THE SHORTBREAD???? TIM!!!!!!

If she's GOOD and just awkward from how she was socialized you're being weird and aggro to her. 

If she'd BAD and being manipulative you're being super clumsy and antagonizing her. 

AND THEN SHE STOLE THE BOOOK!!!!!!!

My heart SUNK when Brennan revealed that. Like, GOD I didn't think that could have gotten worse and then it did. 

And it's made worse because this is 100% a conversation that didn't need to happen. If I walked in and Raps was there, at most I would ask her about how her hair worked so we maybe knew for tactical reasons. That's not a crazy question to ask a person with magic hair that's everywhere so she wouldn't necessarily have a reason to be suspicious. And then guess what? I'm GONE. Just, based on second hand embarrassment and mechanical effect (LOSING THE BOOK), this is by far the worst conversation all episode and that's saying something.

(Also, RIP Mira who's going to wake up to a VERY different situation than when she went to sleep.)

The last thing I want to say about this episode is I kind wish that either Roz or Ger or both had died in their rescue plan. Not as a punishment mind you. While it was a tactically bad move, I think it's totally in character that Ger would have tried to go back for his wife and that one of his friends would have joined him. But we haven't had that many deaths this season and I feel like some more death exposition might give us more about what's going on. Because I feel like we only have a small piece of the puzzle, and there's not that many eps left to go. You know how in Stranger Things, the plot always ends up split between three groups and none of them actually know what's going on until they all communicate in the penultimate episode? That's how I feel right now except it's the PCs, The Princesses, The Faries, and the Librarians.

It's also potentially illuminating for Elody if the princesses are willing to kill Roz and Ger (I assume they'd bring back at least Roz). And if they were split up from the main party, that's an interesting place for them to be story-wise.  (Also, if they brought back Ger but were like Elody he's in the dungeon, don't talk to him he'll fill your head with lies. But she visits him anyway, just like when he was a frog at the pond...but I'm just writing mental fanfic now.) My point is there was potential there for us to get interesting info (and story beats) there which is why I was kind of rooting for it. This whole episode was a big bust with regard to moving towards any sort of goal and they really just made their situation severely worse to no real end. And now the princesses who want to end the world have the most powerful device in all of story. 

Yay. 

(Coda: Where is Scher with her "We're real enough" energy to talk the princesses out of their spiral? For the love of story, I am losing my mind here.)

#dimension 20 spoilers #dimension 20 #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #d20 #d20 spoilers #asks #farmer 10 #this turned into a whole ass essay #did not mean for that to happen #for the record I'm not mad at the players or wagging my finger at them or anything like that #i've done my fair share of dumb shit in dnd #ask any of my partymates and they will tell on me #I'm just looking at it from the POV of wow they did not go how they planned #i can't resist a good dissection #i do not know how they're going to solve this #they mentioned the baba yaga but I don't think they can handle her lol #scher would be a better option if they could reach her #or maybe they could do an enemy of my enemy with the fairies? #we'll see #'my farts smell awesome' is one of the funniest things that happened in d20 #i would take ten of those over one of these any day

[silverynight]

A full moon

Chapter 1 (of 4)

Izuku starts getting his stuff over the desk Shoto and he share; he promised his friend Kirishima he was going to help him with math.

College is really different from everything Izuku has experienced, not only he's enjoying everything they teach him about engineering, the other students have always been really kind to him; it was really different for him in middle school and high school (at least until he made a couple of friends) so he definitely doesn't miss any of those.

He's happily solving the equations on his own when someone knocks at the door of his dorm room; he grins from ear to ear when he sees Kirishima at the other side.

"Midobro!" The redhead says, smiling back at him, before looking over his shoulder at the hallway. "Hey, do you mind if my brother stays with us for a while?"

"It's okay, I don't mind," Izuku assures him, leaving the door open. "I didn't know you had siblings though."

"Well... He's not actually my brother, but we consider each other family because we're from the same pack!"

Pack?

"Shut up, shitty hair!" He hears the growl before he actually sees the person; suddenly a very tall blond with broad shoulders walks in his room.

Sadly, Izuku recognizes him. He's Bakugo Katsuki, he was a bully in middle school, although to be fair he never actually bullied Izuku (because he made sure to stay out of his way) but came up with a nickname for him that everyone used to mock him.

"Oh, but look who it is!" Bakugo smirks, leaning into Izuku's personal space; for a moment Izuku thinks he hears him sniff, like he's trying to smell him, but that would be weird... It's probably just his imagination. "Little bunny Deku! You're smaller than I remember!"

Izuku narrows his eyes back at him, which only makes Bakugo smile even more.

"I'm not small! And stop calling me that!"

"Bunny?" Bakugo chuckles, moving in circles around the green haired young man like he's some sort of predator and Izuku is his prey. "But you're like a bunny! A nerdy, little bunny."

Kirishima is gaping at them, instead of helping Izuku...

"No, I mean Deku! Don't call me that! My name is Midoriya Izuku!"

"Deku suits you better."

It's been years, Izuku has changed, he can do this, he's not afraid of Bakugo anymore.

He decides to ignore him.

"Alright, Kirishima... Let's start with the homework," he mumbles, heading towards the desk, but Bakugo sits in front of it, taking one of the two empty chairs. Izuku rolls his eyes, takes his stuff and leads the redhead towards the bed instead.

"Sure!" Kirishima nods, still looking over Izuku's shoulder (probably at his "brother") like he can't quite believe it.

They both sit on Izuku's bed and as he starts explaining the equations to Kirishima, he feels the mattress shift under someone's weight before he feels a strong leg pressing against his.

"You really are a nerd!" Bakugo comments with amusement, leaning impossibly closer until his chin almost touches Izuku's shoulder.

What is he trying to do? Does he not know about personal space? Is he trying to intimidate him?

Completely ignoring his comment, Izuku scoots closer to Kirishima instead and keeps explaining as if nothing happened.

He relaxes a little bit after a couple of seconds, until he feels Bakugo move closer again and–

"Are you sniffing my hair?"

"Of course not, nerd!" Bakugo hisses, face turning slightly pink. "It's not like your scent is mouthwatering or anything! It's n-not pleasant at all!"

"You're saying I smell bad?" Izuku grabs his own shirt, feeling suddenly self-conscious, but the only thing he can smell is the detergent he used for his laundry the other day.

"Don't mind him, Midoriya!" Kirishima says then. "Your scent is actually really sweet and–"

"OI, GET AWAY FROM HIM, SHITTY HAIR!" Bakugo growls, pushing his own friend away from Izuku before Kirishima can smell the other's hair.

"Really, Bakubro?" Kirishima asks, grinning as if the blond didn't press his whole hand against his face to push him away. "That's so manly! Your mother will be really happy!"

"DON'T TELL THE OLD HAG ANYTHING ABOUT THIS, SHE'LL RUIN IT FOR ME!"

Getting a little bit confused and slightly irritated, Izuku takes a deep breath before turning towards Kirishima.

"Listen... We have to finish this before Shoto comes back because he needs to study for his finals."

"Shoto as in Todoroki Shoto? He's your roommate?" Kirishima asks, surprised. "Ashido says he's very popular because he's really handsome..."

"He is," Izuku confirms and when Kirishima grins with amusement at him, Izuku realizes what he just said and blushes to the tip of his ears. "I meant popular! Well, he's handsome too, but–"

"You need glasses, Deku, because half and half is the ugliest shit I've ever seen!" Bakugo snarls, baring his teeth (Izuku notices they're too sharp for an average person). Why is he so angry?

Kirishima burst into laughter then, prompting the blond to growl at him.

"Jealousy is not manly at all, Bakubro!"

"I'm not jealous, shut up!" He hisses at his friend, although he turns slightly pink again.

Is he really jealous because Shoto is popular? It's weird, because Bakugo doesn't seem the type to crave attention, however... Izuku doesn't actually really know him that much to say that with confidence.

"Can we please get back to the math problem?"

"Sure! Sorry, Midoriya!"

Finally, Bakugo decides to let them do the homework, because he doesn't say a word in the next hour, but he keeps getting closer and closer to Izuku.

"Oh, I get it now!" Kirishima grins... Actually, now that Izuku pays attention, his teeth are also a little bit sharper too. "Thanks, Midobro!"

"We're fighting tonight."

Izuku gets startled and then pales when he realizes that Bakugo is talking to him again.

Kirishima rolls his eyes, but he looks more amused than irritated by the situation.

"He means that our pa–I mean our group of friends have this... combat skills contest every month. And tonight is fight night and we're both participating."

Izuku nods, still not sure why they're telling him that.

"I'm the strongest! I win every month! And tonight is not going to be different!" Bakugo smirks, puffing out his chest like he's trying to impress someone. Or maybe he's trying to intimidate Izuku? Most likely.

Before Kirishima can say anything, Shoto walks in the room; Izuku has never been so relieved to see him before.

He nods at Kirishima and Bakugo, although doesn't say a word to them, even though the blond practically bares his teeth at him.

"I brought us dinner, Izuku," a soft smile quirks the corners of his lips up as he looks at the green haired man before he places a couple of boxes over the desk.

"Thanks, Shoto!" Izuku beams, rising from his bed and rushing towards his friend, knowing it's his favorite food. "You're really kind!"

"I can do better than that," Bakugo grumbles, scowling like he just ate something really bitter.

Shoto looks confused, but Izuku makes a gesture at him to just ignore Bakugo, which only pisses the blond even more.

He walks in the middle of the two, deliberately turning his back on Shoto. Although he narrows his eyes at Izuku.

"Bringing you one meal doesn't mean he can actually provide for you."

"What?"

No, seriously... What? Izuku has no idea what Bakugo is talking about.

"Besides, he really is ugly!"

"That's not true!" Izuku crosses his arms over his chest, feeling offended on behalf of his friend.

Bakugo scowls like he wants to break something or blow it up.

"And we're leaving now!" Kirishima chuckles nervously before dragging a very angry Bakugo out of the room. "Thank you for everything, Midoriya!"

"This is not over yet, Deku!"

"He means he wants to see you soon!"

Izuku really doubts it, but decides not to contradict Kirishima. He knows he won't run into Bakugo again; he's definitely not studying engineering because Izuku has never seen him before and he is sure the least the blond wants is to see him again.

"So... Are those your... friends?"

Izuku can't actually blame Shoto for the hesitation in his voice after what happened.

"Kirishima is my friend," he says. "And Bakugo is Kirishima's friend I guess."

"I see..."

"Let's just... eat."

***

Turns out Izuku is wrong about everything, because as soon as he gets out of the dorms the next day, he runs into Bakugo. Well, it's more like Bakugo stomps his way towards him and corners him against a wall. Izuku uses his laptop to try to shield himself from the grumpy blond in front of him.

Although, for a moment (and despite his better judgement) he worries about him when he notices the scratches and bruises on his face.

"Are you–"

"I won last night. Every single one of the fights," Bakugo says with pride, smirking down at Izuku.

So that's why he looks like that.

It seems like he's waiting for some sort of response...

"Uhh... Congrats!"

"I dedicated my victory to you in front of my... family and friends, Deku," he mumbles, this time he looks a little bit nervous, his cheeks turn slightly pink before he stares back at Izuku.

Is that something good? Or is it some sort of challenge? Izuku honestly doesn't understand what Bakugo wants, but as always he hopes for the best. Again, the blond looks at him intensely, like he is desperate to get an answer from Izuku.

"Okay? I mean... Thanks?" Izuku stammers, feeling like his cheeks are on fire because Bakugo's red eyes are still glued to his face and he's trapped between the cold wall and the blond's warm body; he's really close to him.

Bakugo nods, but doesn't look entirely satisfied.

"I'll walk you to your next class, nerd." He says, taking a step back.

"There's no need! I-I can find my way to the classroom just fine!" Izuku assures him before running away.

He really doesn't understand Bakugo at all.

***

By the time his last class ends, Izuku is starving so he heads to the cafeteria. The place is rather big and quite noisy, although that's perfectly understandable considering the amount of people that are there.

He smiles as soon as he finds an empty table... Although it doesn't mean it'll stay that way once he comes back after buying his food.

"Oi, nerd!"

Oh, no.

"Come sit with me," Bakugo says (well, he almost orders him) before he grabs Izuku's arm. At least he's gentle.

"Uhh..." He hesitates for a second, but then he notices that Kirishima and a cute girl with pink hair are waving at him from the other side of the room. "You mean with them?"

"It's not like we have a choice," Bakugo sighs but leads him towards that table anyway.

"Wait, I haven't bought any food!"

"I'll bring it to you," the blond says before pointing at the spot in front of Kirishima and the girl. "What do you want?"

"A coffee and a sandwich..."

Bakugo nods and leaves him there with his friends... at least he knows Kirishima.

Suddenly, the girl leans over the table, closer to him.

"Hi! My name is Ashido Mina! It's a pleasure!"

"Midoriya Izuku," he mumbles, feeling a little bit shy and confused out of the sudden. He's not sure why he didn't just buy something and went back to his dorm. "Maybe I should... go with Bakugo, I didn't give him any money for the food."

"Don't worry, I'm sure his plan is to pay for everything himself," Ashido winks at him.

"I don't think he should–"

"Let him do this for you, Midoriya," Kirishima insists.

Why? Is he trying to make it up to him for being difficult yesterday? Izuku wishes he could understand him better.

"Tell us more about you, cutie..."

Ashido is really good at having people opening up to her, because suddenly Izuku finds himself telling her about why he chose engineering, what he wants to do for a living and for some reason his favorite flowers and food because she seems really interested in that.

Then Bakugo comes back with Izuku's food and a bowl of spicy noodles for himself; he sits next to Izuku, although he moves so close to him, the green haired young man can feel his thigh again his.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Deku," Bakugo says, sounding a little bit too proud of himself. "See? I'm better than half and half!"

"Please don't call him that, Shoto is my friend..."

"Todoroki is your friend?" Ashido almost squeaks in excitement. "Half of the campus would probably kill to be in your place! Tell me everything you know about him!"

"He probably knows a lot since they're roommates..." Kirishima comments, prompting Ashido to grin from ear to ear and Bakugo to scowl at them both.

"Does he like girls or boys?"

"I don't think that's something I should be telling you..."

"Right, sorry... But you must know if he's dating someone..."

"He's really quiet about those things," Izuku says, feeling his face like it's on flames.

"Which means he's boring," Bakugo comments, making Ashido quirk up a curious eyebrow at him.

"He's not!" Izuku immediately defends him. "He's just been through a lot. Besides, he's a really good friend, he's helped me with my homework and projects a couple of times."

"I can do that too," Bakugo says immediately. Ashido is looking at him like she's trying to hold back her laughter. "I can help you with your shitty homework if you want."

"No, thanks. Although I really appreciate it, Bakugo."

"Call me Katsuki."

"We basically just met."

"You call half and half by his first name," Bakugo protests, looking down at his noodles like they offended him somehow.

"I've known him for a couple of years now."

"You met me in middle school," the blond retorts, almost pouting.

"That's different... Because we stopped seeing each other," Izuku mumbles. He doesn't mention that although Bakugo didn't actually bully him Izuku was afraid of him. "Listen... I have to study for finals so I really need to go now..."

"Wait, nerd! I can walk you to your dorm!"

It's the second time Izuku runs from him; he's not sure why... Because even though Bakugo clearly has a bad temper, he hasn't actually done anything to him.

Izuku probably just needs a little bit of time to think.

***

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[boyzcatchingfire]

Editing Nightmare ~ *Kevin Moon*

Summary: Thanks to Kevin's great management skills, you are stuck doing the hardest part of the final. Little do you know, he has an ulterior motive for keeping you cooped up in an editing bay all week...

Pairing: Kevin Moon X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1123

Warning: Kevin is a little mean but he has a reason

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Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @kpop-will-kill-me

It was days like today that you realized you hated editing. But you also were reminded of your hatred for Kevin Moon who decided to dump you with the editing of your final project. Through the last hour you spent trying to get this project edited, you've been grumbling under your breath, cursing his name and his descendants.

A knock at the editing bay door forced you out of your pity party. Juyeon gave you a small smile as he poked his head in. "Hey, how are you doing in here? I thought I'd get you some coffee while you worked. I'm going to assume you're pulling an all-nighter, aren't you?"

You nodded and sighed as soon as you could smell your coffee. "You are my savior, you have no idea. What would I do without you?"

"I think I can guess." After handing you your coffee, Juyeon took the chair next to you and glanced at your project. He shook his head. "Kevin's kind of a dick for making you do all of this on your own."

"Kind of?" You incredulously asked. "He's a Grade A douchebag for making me do this all on my own! If it was a simple little five minute project that wasn't our final, I wouldn't be so hard pressed to get this done. But no. This is a thirty minute short film with complicated transitions and graphics. I need more than just a week to get this done, or at the very least another person to help."

Juyeon shrugged. "I would if I could but you know I'm just going to mess it all up."

You couldn't help but smile and shake your head. "I hate to agree with you, but yeah, you would."

"You are mean but fair." He shook his head and drank more of his coffee. "Look, why don't you just ask Kevin for help? He's pretty good at editing, you know."

"And admit defeat to that narcissistic asshole? I don't think so." You glance back at the work still left to do and sigh. "No, I can do this. I just need to get over my little pity party and get some actual work done."

"Good luck. None of this looks easy." He gave an awkward laugh. "If anything it all looks like it's in a foreign language. Cameras I know. Editing software is on a whole other different plane of existence that doesn't make sense to me."

You laugh. "And that's why you filmed the whole thing. Which, by the way, you did an amazing job. Less of your mistakes I have to clean up. Instead, it's all just fancy crap Kevin thinks will get us a good grade."

"It will get us a good grade." You jumped, almost spilling your coffee, when Kevin entered the edit bay. He then turned his attention to Juyeon. "Quit distracting them. Go bother some other group and sabotage their progress so we get a better grade."

"Well, I won't do that, but I will get out of your hair." Before leaving, Juyeon called back to you. "Good luck!"

Kevin turned back to you. "How's it going?"

You shot him a venomous look before returning to the editing project on your computer. "Fine."

He looked at your progress over your shoulder. "It doesn't look like it's going fine. Do you need help?"

"No. I can handle this all on my own." You snap. "That's why you gave me the biggest job to do for this project."

"I mean, kind of..." He muttered under his breath.

You rolled your eyes. "You don't have to play dumb with me. I know this is your way of having a little power trip. But I'm not a bad editor. I can get this done and make it look good. We'll get a good grade so you can rest easy."

"This isn't a power trip to me."

"Sure it isn't."

Kevin shook his head and turned your chair so you were facing him, though your eyes didn't meet his. "It really isn't. You're not wrong in implying I had ulterior motives, but it's not to make you look bad."

You glanced at him, an eyebrow raising in suspicion. "What kind of ulterior motives?"

He looked behind him to make sure the door to the edit bay was shut. He then turned back to face you. "Having you edit gives me the perfect opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with you."

"I- pardon?"

He shrugged. "I know what you think of me. I know you think I'm some kind of ruthless tyrant, and maybe I am, so I'm trying to work on it. It was never my intention to make you hate me. I just wanted this project to be perfect and I knew you were the best person on the team, besides myself, to edit it. And I've always had a little crush on you so I just thought that while you pulled all-nighters and spent all this time in an edit bay, I could talk to you and treat it like a date."

You had to take a moment to completely process his words before you made a face. "That's a little creepy don't you think? Cornering me in a small, dark edit bay as a way to try and date me without my knowledge."

Kevin's eyes widened at your words. "Okay, yes, when you put it like that, it sounds absolutely terrible! Oh my God, I am such an idiot!"

A small smile broke out onto your face. "A little bit."

"I am so sorry!"

You shrug. "It's fine. It didn't actually happen in the end. Just next time, maybe run your plans by someone to make sure you're not coming off as an absolute creep."

"Will do."

An awkward silence stretches between the two of you and you can practically see Kevin sweat in the dim lighting. You decide to toss him a bone to save his already fragile ego. 

Turning back to the computer, you gesture for him to join you. "C'mon, you're the only other editor in this group. Make sure this looks good, okay?"

He nods and pulls up the chair Juyeon was just in. "And for the record, I really am sorry for what I was going to do. I wasn't thinking. And I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me."

"Relax, it'll be okay. I know you wouldn't do anything so stupid on purpose." You give him a sly smile. "Now stop talking about it and let's get this figured out. We only have a week and we need to ace this final."

"You're right, we have work to do. Starting with the twelve editing errors I've already found."

"Get out."

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[harlowhockeystick]

hello love!!!!! okay could i request prompt 6 from the ‘random’ section with our beloved swede <3

ily, kisses and hugs for you bestie 💗😚 hope you’re having an amazing day

contains: alcohol, cuss words, descriptions of a breakup, sad and angsty

"i saw you dancing last night"

j's summer bash

William wrote a note in his phone quoting: tell the guys to never bring me here again. They had good intentions, of course. Nothing sucked more than seeing their best friend go through a horrible breakup. Sure, yeah, the breakup was his fault, but it sucked nonetheless.

He was now five shots deep, maybe six, and all the guys around him were laughing and having a good time. But he was too focused on the girl on the dance floor. she looked exactly like you, and for a moment he thought it was you. He thought it was you in those sparkly tasseled shorts, tight white tank top, curled hair and rhinestone leggings dancing with friends.

But then he remembered you don't like anything sparkly.

You don't like anything with sparkles- shoes, bags, clothes, notebooks- if it shines you don't want it. Because inevitably the sparkles will get onto everything and make an even bigger mess. But damn if he didn't think it was you for just a moment.

Because the song that was playing, he's seen you dance to a thousand times at other clubs just like this. He loves watching you dance too, because you look so free. So careless, like you're having the most fun in your life. It doesn't matter if there's a hundred people in the room or if it's just yourself, you're gonna dance. To take your mind off things, to take your worries off your shoulders for at least two taylor swift songs.

The thought breaks his heart, too. Because he can probably picture yourself dancing in your room, tears rolling down your cheeks as you dance to shake it off once more to take your mind off the heartbreak that he caused you. To get your mind off of him. it sounds selfish, but it breaks his fucking heart.

After shot number eight Mitch took William home. He was in no condition to take himself home, the liquor combined with the somber look on his face he was a seriously messed up guy.

He didn’t say much on the drive to his own apartment complex. Though he was thankful he had such good friends who took him out with intentions for will to feel better, he was feeling worse than before. he thinks that maybe if he hadn’t seen the girl who looked so much like you, he wouldn’t feel as bad as he does now.

The next day will asked Mitch if he would drive him to your house. Mitch, asking no questions, did exactly that. Mitch didn't think it was the best idea, he thinks Will should give it some more time. But Will is a grown man who can make his own decisions.

"Need me to go up there with you?" Mitch asked, pulling underneath the awning of the front drive to your apartment building. William shook his head.

"No, you can go. I'll just get an uber or something to go get my car. Thanks for taking me here," William shook his friends hand and listened to his friend wish him luck.

The elevator ride up was too long for his liking; it was too long, the elevator itself was too small, the jacket he was wearing was too tight. It's funny, though, the trek he had made a hundred times before now makes him feel queazy.

The moment he steps off the elevator, to the moment she answers the door is a blur. All he remembers is stepping into her apartment and smelling the familiar scent of the bonfire candle she always buys herself, the smell of the breakfast she had just made and the laundry that was being done. He's smelled it all a thousand times before, but this now feels different.

"I saw you dancing last night," was his response to when you asked why he was in your apartment. "But it wasn't you, but for a second i swore it was. I felt like i was in a movie."

"What?" You asked, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from William.

"Take me back. Please, that's why i'm here. I saw you - or who i thought was you - and I felt sick. Sick to my stomach because of how bad I fucked up, fucked us up, fucked you up. Take me back, i'm a sick man without you." William pleaded with you, he moved to get onto his knees in front of you with his hands on your thighs. He rested his forehead against your thigh, sighing out a heavy breath.

"Will you leave for worlds in like four days. Why are you doing this now?" Your voice sounded defeated, tired, and weak. There had been days and nights were you cried, stared at the heart he ripped out of your chest and threw at you on the floor, weeping over the man who was now on his knees begging you to take him back.

Half of you wanted to. Because you were so good together, so good. You loved him, he was a good man who always looked out for you. He protected, provided, and loved you. But damn, if he hadn't messed it all up, maybe this conversation wouldn't be happening. No, you're confident this wouldn't be happening.

"Come to worlds with me. Come to Finland, i'll pay for the ticket and everything and-"

"That's not the point, Will! Why are you here now? Now and not three weeks ago when it happened? What if i've already gotten over you?" William knew it wasn't true. He saw how puffy your eyes were and how droopy the ivy's were on the window seal, he knew you hadn't gotten over him. And he didn't get over her.

"Because I love you, and I will never stop loving you. Even if you never take me back, if I hurt you too bad, I'll always love you."

William was still on his knees in front of you, his eyes were watery and his cheeks were starting to get red. You knew he was telling the truth. You didn't respond to him for a while, you continued to stare at the wall in front of you while Williams eyes never left your face.

"I won't go to worlds with you. But, that doesn't mean I won't consider taking you back." A tremendous weight was lifted off of his shoulders after she spoke, "I still love you, Will. You fucked me up bad, but I still love you."

William reached for your hand and he then laced his fingers with yours. He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your palm.

"I'll see you after worlds."

#j's writing #j's summer bash #william nylander #william nylander imagine #william nylander x reader #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl x reader #my mutuals #scheduled

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi again! ☺️

I was looking through that list again and that nr. 3... It kinda screams Sukuna to me! I would love to see what you make of that 😇 if you're up for it!!!

-smooch-

🥰

‘I am neither caffeinated nor drunk, do you really want to have this conversation right now?’ 

‘No ma’am/sir.’ 

I'm going with Mafia Au for this one, female reader because I was feeling the whole fem fatale vibe. Sorry it took so long!

Heels clicked on the hardwood floors as you made your way through the lion's den, ignoring the looming faces of his guards, sneering at you from doorwarys.

You have nothing to fear in this house, they do. It's envy they glare into your skin, not rage, and the fact that they can do nothing but watch you stride through the mansion, untouchable, will forever irk their pride.

'Oh Miss (Y/N)! Won't you wait a goddam second?'

Rolling your eyes, you didn't get the chance to dive into Sukuna's office and avoid snivelling Mahito sashaying up to you, as though he has your right to look sassy in this house.

'What?'

'Ooof, somebody's crabby, that time o' the month?'

On any other day, maybe you'd have had the patience, on any other day, maybe you wouldn't have dug your stiletto into his crotch and watched him fold like an origami crane, face turning red as he yelped.

'I am neither caffeinated, nor drunk. Do you really want to have this conversation right now?'

Mahito whimpered, hand wrapped around your ankle, powerless to do anything, and he knows it. 'N-No, no ma'am.'

Some part of you wanted to laugh, and you had no reason to hold it back anymore. It's been years since you gave a shit about being the asshole.

So busy were you in making sure the asshole gave you a wide birth for at least the next few hours, you were oblivious to the crack in the door, through which Sukuna watched, and revelled.

Such a spitfire, his Queen, such a fearless thing, a warrior in a button up and slacks that made her legs go on forever.

Mahito scuttled off, heaven's knowing he doesn't have the self preservation to stay the hell away from her, or Sukuna, indefintely. Idiot boy.

'My my, who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed, pet?'

You startled at the boss' seductive purr, only now realising the door had been ajar. 'You're the only man who could wake me up without losing a finger, your highness.'

Sukuna laughed at the mockery in your voice, curling his fingers as he leaned against his desk, beckoning you closer. 'Hell, you really did skip your coffee this morning, spitfire. As much as I love watching you shred every worm that looks at you the wrong way...'

You stepped between his arms, his knee naturally slipping between yours. Big, warm hands engulfed you, crushing you to that broad, muscular chest as the smell of cigar smoke and cologne enveloped your senses.

'You were saying?'

'No... I think I like the way they shit themselves when you look at them. Keep it up and you'll be almost as good as me.'

'I think you mean as bad as you, devil.'

Sukuna snatched your lips in a kiss, reminding you all over again of what a reprehensible, demonic monstrosity of a man you've ended up with, and the way your body responds, shows you how much you've become his mirror.

#sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #requested #asks open #female reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[terrovaniadorm]

Listen. I'm going to give you a task. A very important task. I am handing you each of my terrovania ocs we have no ships with yet and you will give them funny little pairings ( any amount of them ) and if you come up empty handed you will be in big trouble 💖 /j

You mad man! You know I'll fully commit to it (🤡 <- Me rn) so here we go everything is under the cut!

"..."

"..."

"You.. Smell like candy."

"Well, yeah i do that's what my dorm does."

"It smells bad."

"Wow thanks you must be VERY funny."

The Confactoria dorm leader replied, resting his face in his hands, he really didn't want to be here.

"You'll at least keep me in company... Right?" Jekyll asked tilting his head.

Surprised, Cadbury just nodded "Sure, for this date-" noticing the red-black haired students face slowly getting.. Sad? Cadbury coughed.

"Maybe if you'd like, i'll give you a ticket, you can visit anytime- uh. You don't have to eat anything though."

"WOHOOO!"

Xanthe anxiously played with their hands, they don't know why they joined this event.

"You're quiet." Johan said, they looked up.

"I'm... I'm.. Not really used to things like this." Xanthe apologetically replied, they felt guilty for not socializing with the ghost... They gulped.

"I actually heard there's some nice food here if... If you'd like to try- Can you eat?"

"You got me with food! What do you suggest?"

Xanthe was surprised, couldn't immediately muster up a response but.. "I do like the blueberry pies this place has.. It's tasty."

Johan nodded, "Honestly i prefer Hot pockets but i guess i can have a change of pace. If it doesn't work out i can always steal Samuel's food."

To that Xanthe giggled.

Merlin sat quite happily, looking at the person in front of him with sparkling eyes.

"I heard you do piercings!" he asked enthusiastically but Candice looked bored.

"Yeah yeah whatever."

Merlin scratched his chin, "You don't seem to happy to be here..." he questioned, Candide rolled his eyes "Well duh! Of course I'm not, this is stupid." the jester huffed.

"We can just try to spend time getting to know each other till the time runs out!"

Candice shook his head "Has anyone told you you're sickeningly positive?", the half faes face fell a little bit "I-I... Um. That was sudden but no, no one ever told me that." he answered, his mood seemingly down... But he managed to get over it quickly.

"I guess i should be a little calmer with new people, whatever though! I'd love to know you better Mr. Pip!"

"So, you're like from Max's dorm?"

Porsche nodded.

"And the PE teachers *adopted* son?"

He nodded again.

"That's cool." the Royal Sword student smiled, looking at the Terrovania student with fascination. She figured he was quiet but..

"A question though, are you scared or Max?" to which Porsche nodded, hesitantly.

"Well.. I don't blame you, honestly when we first met i was terrified but he's just.. Awkward. I guess." the masked student nodded.

And Lee smiled again "But back to you: i heard you make dolls! If you don't mind can you show some to me?"

Porsche seemed hesitant, so Lee shook he hands "I mean! You don't have to if you don't want to!"

"Hey, you're the handsome guy from the infirmary-"

"Thank you..?"

Suzuki wanted to throw herself in a well.

"I remember you too, One from Ramshackle."

Suzuki sighed, looking down at her shoes, "Yeah, the student from another world thing" "We can change topics." Suzuki nodded, she didn't want to stare too much at Anaias but he was tall(er than her), handsome with vibrant hair it was a little hard.

"Sorry about my comment earlier i should've been more careful." Suzuki bowed her head, "That's... Alright." he put a hand on her shoulder.

"I guess we should talk a little bit more before this is over... Any hobbies?"

Suzuki wondered. "I used to be a part of a theater group i guess i used to do acting as a hobby..."

"Tell me more."

Let's just say Maurice was pleasantly surprised at a three people date, how interesting!

"Huhu! Isn't this pleasant, I am looking forward to this." he clapped his hands enthusiastically, these two seemed like an interesting pair, he heard a little about them thanks to Ophelia visiting their dorm but he never imagined meeting them in person!

"Just don't be loud." Tito took a drag from his cigarette as Brielle just watched the Pomefiore student examining him.

"Of course, I'm aware not everyone's a big fan of eccentricities, I'll try to be good company." Maurice smiled.

The Terrovania duo looked at each other, both raised a brow, it was like they were communicating silently.

"Oh! That reminds me i heard you two are a paper of the photography club, I'm curious about your club, maybe if you'd like i can paint some of your work too." "So you're like a painter, like Reubens?"

Maurice put a hand over his mouth. "Being compared to him is very flattering! I would say it's more of a hobby..."

Tito sighed "Maybe one day you can join." he answered dismissively, Maurice was aware but he just kept on smiling without commenting.

"I like your sculpting, it's amazing."

Being praised by a god was something else completely, Ruben felt truly proud. Fauna giggled "My family has an eye for art, specifically sculpting, how fortunate we came across each other." Ruben nodded "Of course. How fortunate."

Fauna crossed her arms as she admired Ruben's work, "You don't seem like a bad person either..." then she continued "Although hubris is one of humans greatest downfalls. I hope you never become a victim of it." she looked at Ruben, a little cryptic but Ruben didn't mind, he just raised a brow "Alright."

"Well then! Would you like some wine, that's my speciality after all, or just some grape juice."

"I guess I'll indulge a bit.."

#Thanks for the ask! #I said I'll go all out #And tagging this will be painful #Twst oc #Other characters #Jekyll Korpez #Porsche #Johan poppet #Candice pip #Ruben Gear #Brielle Lokks #Tito Winston #Anaias Medalla #Cadbury Taffy #Xanthe Rockrose #Merlin Altalune #Lee Shelley #Suzuki Yumemura #Maurice Spiegel #Fauna Mania #Answered

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

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[giyyuzz]

GAME OVER

[ chapter 17. select character ] (wc. 0.3k)

you actually did nothing to fix things.

yeah it was true, you haven't been on darkmoon for weeks even though it was eating your mind, but the fact that riki didn't send you messages worried and relieved you just the same.

and yes, it was also true that you still liked riki.

that's why your chest hurt so much every time you saw rei and riki together, they weren't able to separate from each other and sometimes you could even see them holding hands.

studying together had become a habit, you did it every week and your heart began to beat harder every new day you were with him.

your head was just telling you to tell rei the truth about your feelings for him (although you didn't know if you were still best friends, because she just ignored you) because you couldn't stand to see them acting like a couple anymore.

besides, it was impossible for rei to like riki, right?

on the other hand nishimura didn't know what to think, he was used to see you rolling your eyes whenever you saw each other and looking for little ways to embarrass him in front of the rest. but now you were different.

"did you understand?" you had spent at least a good 10 minutes explaining a math exercise to him, it was difficult due to the strong beats of your heart, you thought you did a good job hiding it.

although you could see sunoo and chaer sharing giggles whenever they looked at you, probably making fun of you.

and there was also yujin who was just looking at rei, but you didn't notice.

"riki?"

he came out of his little bubble at that moment, if he was honest he stopped paying attention within 5 seconds you started talking to him. and it wasn't just because math didn't interest him, but he had gotten lost looking at your profile and smelling your perfume, the same one you used since you were little.

he liked being like this with you, calm and acting like any person would without looking for reasons to start bothering each other that would end in insults and bad looks for the next week.

he liked that feeling so much, the one he left behind years ago, that he forgot rei was next to him.

and maybe, just maybe, riki missed you.

ꏍ you and riki start playing together through "darkmoon" a virtual reality game, you keep bothering him just for fun and you don't think anything bad is gonna happen, but riki doesn't know that "naoreiz" is you, someone he hates, so what happens when he actually thinks you're rei, your best friend?

note. changing and speeding up some things hehe i don't know how many chapters are left but more written ones (and drama) coming !! sorry about that

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[idy-ll-ique]

See You Tomorrow On The Other Side.

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex

Requested: nope

based on this prompt.

Summary: Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! enjoy!

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Wait, why is it so cold?

Y/N blinked her eyes open, flinching when she felt blinding pain in the side of her neck. Touching it, she found out that she was bleeding. What in the world…? "What the fuck?" she mumbled, moving to turn on the night-light but instead, she heard loud gagging noises coming from next to her on the floor.

She froze. I live alone. And then her instincts kicked in. She started screaming, only for her mouth to be clamped shut by a cold, freezing hand. "Shut up! Don't scream!" a raspy voice hissed. "Who the fuck are you?" Y/N demanded, though her voice came out muffled. "Forget that— why the fuck does your blood taste so gross?" the man asked instead.

Y/N's eyes widened with fear. "My— you— who are you?!" she yelled. "Shush! It's the middle of the night!" the man groaned, "My name is Bucky Barnes, happy?" Y/N huffed, clutching the side of her neck. "And what the fuck do you mean by your blood tastes so gross?" she questioned. "Did I stutter? I mean exactly that. Why the fuck is it so disgusting?!"

Y/N froze for the second time that night. Her first thought was that it was a dream, but the very real pain in her neck and the blood on her fingers suggested otherwise. The man— Bucky— he bit her neck. And that had only one reasonable explanation. "Are you a vampire?" she blurted out.

"Aye, see? Knew you were smart," he beamed and she stared at him, shocked. "Vampires aren't real." His face dropped and he rolled his eyes. "Then how do you explain me?" He flexed and Y/N scrunched her nose in mild annoyance. "First off, you're too annoying. Second— what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

"What do you think I'm doing?! I was hungry! Now answer my damn question— why is your blood gross?" He tapped her on the forehead twice. She blinked. Well, since this night couldn't get any crazier… "I have anemia? I guess that's why. Now you answer my question! Why did you select me to be your food?"

"Because you look like a snack?" he offered sheepishly but she only raised an eyebrow. Bucky blushed a bit; he very well couldn't tell her that he had had a crush on her ever since he had seen her— that was a few months ago. Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there? "Okay wait, come back to you— you have anemia?"

"Uh, yeah? Why do you care? Go away, dude, you got your taste, you didn't like it, now leave me alone!" Y/N scoffed, turning to lay back down but Bucky put an arm around her, pulling her back up. "No, we gotta talk about it. Are you taking anything for it? Supplements, Vitamin D pills…?" Y/N stared at him.

"No," she replied flatly, "Medicines taste bad and I've already come to terms with my condi—" Bucky scoffed harder. "Really? You are a dumbass, you know that? I'm bringing you the medicines tomorrow, and you're gonna take them every night in front of me, got it?" Nothing wrong with being worried about your darling's health.

"Do you usually get this involved with your prey/food?" Y/N deadpanned. "You're not— don't argue! If you're not going to take care of your health, I'm going to have to do it for you," Bucky huffed. "As sweet as the sentiment is, I think the fuck not. Goodnight, Bucky, I will not see you tomorrow." She gave him a sweet, fake smile and lay down.

This time, Bucky didn't stop her. "Dumbass," he muttered under his breath as he stood on the window sill, promptly turning into a bat before flying away into the night.

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"Hey, welcome home!"

Y/N screamed, almost dropping her bag of groceries on the floor as she whirled around to see Bucky sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of a magazine. "Couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV," he muttered as Y/N eyed the magazine. She couldn't help but snort. "Ancient."

"Hey, rude." He narrowed his eyes at her and she narrowed hers right back. "Okay, had your fun reading the magazine? Now get lost or I'll call security," Y/N threatened him and stood in front of him, her arms crossed. He smirked and rose to his full height, causing Y/N's resolve to crumble.

He was much, much taller than her. "Go ahead, do it, baby girl," he whispered tauntingly, leaning in so that their faces were inches apart. Y/N whimpered involuntarily at his sweet scent, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror when she realized what she had just done. Bucky burst out laughing. "See? You want me here."

"Flatter yourself, Barnes," she mumbled but the truth was, she did want him there. The previous night, she had failed to notice just how beautiful he really was; now, she found out. He was also funny, charming, caring and sweet— not bad company. "So, am I cooking dinner for one or for two?"

"You? I'm cooking dinner! And you're gonna eat whatever the hell I'm going to make. Go take a bath in the meanwhile, I'll handle it." Bucky ushered her towards her bathroom and she blinked. "What, I— hey! Wait!" He stopped pushing her. "Why are you cooking for me?"

"Because your dumbass doesn't eat shit it should be eating and instead eats what it shouldn't! You're anemic, and yet I never see you eating food that has high levels of iron in it. You just don't care about your life, do you?" Y/N laughed, pinching his cold cheeks. "You're really cute, you know? Dude, I'll be fine—"

"Okay, how about this? I'm doing this for myself because your blood tastes gross and I gotta fix it," he suggested. "I have a solution: why don't you go find someone else to be your food? Look, my blood tastes bad, so why waste all your time trying to fix it? Get someone else, kill them!" Bucky pulled a face.

"Kill them? You think you'll die if I bite you?" Y/N nodded slowly. "Um, no, sweet pie, you won't die if I bite you. You'll… maybe get sick for a few days, but then you'll be fine," Bucky explained. "What if I don't want to get sick for a few days either? Just go away, find someone else, make them sick!" Bucky pouted.

"You really don't want me to be here?" he whined. "I— Fine! Fine! Cook whatever the hell you want, stay, but on one condition." A huge smile bloomed on the vampire's face as he nodded. "You don't get to bite me, ever." His face fell. "Not even a little…?" Y/N shook her head. He pouted harder. Y/N stared back, unwavering.

"A little, small bite…?"

"Bucky, don't push it," Y/N warned and Bucky immediately raised his arms in surrender. "Now go take a bath, I'm making food." With a small smile, Y/N entered the bathroom, starting to fill the tub up with water as she sat on the toilet seat, thinking back a few hours.

How did this even happen? First, she wakes up to find a stranger on her bedroom floor gagging on her "gross" blood; second, he reveals that he is a vampire and third, he wants to take care of her and wants her to get better. Teenage her, who was quite fond of Twilight, would've loved this dude.

But now? Y/N was still skeptical, but at least Bucky hadn't pulled any sketchy shit. So far, he had been nothing but sweet. "Maybe I can give him a chance," she whispered to herself. She had no doubt about the fact that he was a vampire; he was always cold, had sharp, pointy teeth and she had practically seen him turn into a bat last night.

So yeah.

Y/N was going to allow a vampire to take care of her.

"Oh good, you're here," Bucky called out when she finally walked out of her room in her pajamas. "Smells good, what did you make?" Y/N smiled, sitting down at the kitchen island. Bucky placed a plate in front of her. "Beans. We'll start small. Do you eat meat?" Y/N nodded, eating a spoonful of the beans.

"Mm," she groaned, "These are so good! You're a great cook, Bucky." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly as Y/N beamed at him. "Thanks. My ma taught me, back in the 1500's." Y/N's eyes widened. "How old are you?" she asked with disbelief as she picked up the bread he had prepared along with the beans.

"A few centuries. You kinda lose count after a long time," he laughed. "Were you born a vampire or were you turned into one later in life?" Bucky pondered for a few seconds. "I was born one. My ma and my pa were both vampires." Y/N nodded before looking at him with a curious look. "What do you want to ask?" he teased upon seeing her expression. She chuckled.

"Can I become a vampire too?"

Bucky froze. "Do you want to be one?" he spoke slowly. "I mean, sounds cool, don't you think? Of course, I'm not completely sure, I just— wanna know how you turn someone into a vampire. Can you turn someone into one?" she blurted out. Bucky gulped hard; God knew he had been dreaming about turning her into a vampire ever since he had seen her.

Vampires having relationships with humans wasn't uncommon but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And with vampirism comes one boon— immortality. So, if he turned her into a vampire, they could be together forever and always, literally. "I— I can turn people into vampires. All it takes is a neck bite."

Her brows furrowed. "But you bit me last night, am I—" Bucky shook his head. "You aren't a vampire, Y/N. There is a specific spot on a person's neck that you have to bite in order to turn them into a vampire. I didn't bite you there." She nodded and exhaled. "Good. I don't wanna be a vampire just yet, gotta think more before making a decision."

"So in the future maybe, you'll be open to becoming a vampire?" Bucky asked, his hopefulness shining through in his voice. Y/N laughed. "Wanna turn me into a vampire that bad?" she teased and Bucky looked away, an embarrassed look on his face. "I'm not desperate," he muttered. Y/N finished eating her dinner, did her nightly routine and got into bed.

Bucky soon approached with two pills in his open palm, his other hand holding a bottle of water. "Just gulp it quickly and you won't have to taste the pills," he reassured her as she eyed the pills with disdain. Putting her doubts aside, she quickly downed the pills, pulling a face as she did. Bucky ruffled her hair.

"Good job, sweet pie! See, easy, wasn't it? Now get a good night's sleep, I'll see you tomorrow evening." Y/N lay down on the bed, pulling the covers on top of her as she smiled sleepily at Bucky. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow," she yawned and Bucky gave her a huge smile before jumping out the window like he had done the night before; flying into the night as a bat.

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"Bucky! Are you here?"

Y/N walked into her dimly lit house, confused. All the lights were off, the house lit by candles placed strategically here and there. She could smell roses too. "Hi, sweet pie." A gasp escaped Y/N lips when Bucky walked out of the kitchen. He was dressed in an all-black suit, a suave smile on his face. She stood frozen as he approached her, taking her hand.

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and Y/N found her voice. "What is this, Bucky?" she chuckled. "Our six month anniversary, sweet pie. Did you forget?" he pouted. Y/N laughed harder. "We're not dating." His smile stayed confident. "Would you like to?" She paused mid-laugh, staring at him through wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you… asking me out?" she whispered and Bucky nodded. "Oh my— yes! Yes, Bucky!" She ran forward and jumped into his arms, ignoring how cold he was as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. As he stated, six months had passed since Y/N and Bucky became friends and Y/N was quickly falling for him.

He was literally perfect. There was nothing she didn't like about him; she had even gotten over the fact that he was a vampire. "Oh, fuck, I thought it was gonna fail," Bucky laughed as he pulled her flush against him, one arm wrapping around her waist as she other cradled her head. "No way, Buck, I've liked you for a while now."

Both of them walked into the kitchen, where Y/N got another shock. The floor was covered in rose petals; they formed the shape of a heart. There was a bouquet of roses sitting on the dining table as well, between two plates of delicious-looking food. Next to the vase were two bottles of expensive champagne, and two glasses.

"How long did this take?" she whispered, snuggling further into Bucky's arms as she admired the scene in front of her. "A few hours. But all worth it." He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. "The rose heart looks awesome," she grinned, thanking Bucky when he pulled out her chair for her. "Ha, thanks," he laughed.

They maintained a light-hearted conversation as they ate dinner; afterwards, Y/N took a relaxing bath, took her medicines and got into bed. "Bucky," she called out tentatively and he turned to her. "Yes, my love?" She smiled shyly. "Will you stay the night?" Bucky grinned broadly. "Thought you'd never ask."

He stripped down; only in his boxers as he got into the bed with her. Before he could lay down Y/N pulled a pro-gamer move on him and straddled his lap, rendering him speechless. "Sweet pie," he groaned when her lips came crashing down on his. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, kissing her deeper.

Somewhere in the kiss Bucky's hands reached the hem of her t-shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it off of her. Another few minutes in, Y/N found herself laying on the bed stark naked under Bucky, who was equally as naked, his hard length poking at her tight entrance.

"Bucky," she whimpered as he slid home, a deep moan leaving his lips. "Fuck, sweet pie, so fucking tight," he praised, one of his hands toying with her breasts as the other grabbed her headrest, using it as support as he thrust into her repeatedly. Y/N's hands fisted around her bedsheets, the pleasure in her abdomen becoming too much to bear.

"I'm close," she announced breathlessly and Bucky dropped his head, pressing kisses to her face. "I'm close too, just a minute more." Y/N tried her best to hold the pleasure in as Bucky's thrusts started becoming sloppier. "Such a good girl for me," he grunted as he felt himself inching closer to the edge.

"Let go for me."

Both of them let go at the same time, Y/N cumming around him with a soft whine as Bucky shot his load into her with a guttural snarl. "Oh, fuck," he panted as he fell on top of her, both of them out of breath. "Bucky, I— I wanted to ask you something," she whispered shyly as Bucky rolled off of her, only to pull her closer to him. "Yes, darling?"

"I wanna be a vampire."

Bucky turned to look at her, wide eyed. "Are you sure?" She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I— I love you, Bucky, and there's no one I'd rather be with than you. So please, make me— make me immortal." Bucky blinked back tears and cupped her cheek, tilting her chin up. "All mine. My beautiful girl. I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

He then strayed to her jaw, peppering it with kisses until he finally reached her neck, nuzzling into it for a few seconds, breathing in her scent. Soon, he found the spot— the one that would turn her into a vampire. "It'll sting just a bit," he warned her, "Then you'll go to sleep. When you wake up, the transformation will be completed. Are you sure you want this?"

"I have never been so sure of something in my entire life." Bucky smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her spot before sinking his teeth into her neck; Y/N winced a bit at the sting but overall, felt fine. When Bucky pulled away from her, he was wiping blood off his lips. He then reached down and picked up her t-shirt.

Y/N smiled sleepily as he cleaned her neck, admiring the mark for a few seconds. "Looks good. And tastes much better." Y/N giggled and slapped his bare chest, making him grin. Both of them then lay down on the bed, arms around each other as they closed their eyes.

"Goodnight, Buck."

"Goodnight, princess, see you on the other side tomorrow."

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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[undertale-writing-times]

26 for Dusty? And maybe S/o's scent could be rain or the ocean?

Of course :)

Here you go, I hope you enjoy this! I think it turned out interesting. Cute!

There were not a lot of things that Dusty really cared about anymore. Being part of the bad Sanses, he wasn't allowed to be attached to anything. Anything he loved, could easily be taken away from him. That was what Nightmare told him when he first joined.

It was a little strange, you know? Being all alone in an empty underground then having to meet other versions of yourself. At least he found out that other AUs were real? He wondered if he went to different ones and killed monsters there, he could get even more LV! Then he could... no, he couldn't do that, that isn't going to work.

He already knew that.

There was one thing that he was very protective about. The only thing that could really calm him down when he got too worked up.

It was just this random patch of cloth, but it was special! Very special to him. All of them had one, Dusty was just the most protective of his own. It smelled like fresh rain, a clean and nice smell.

It reminded him that even if he was sad, it was raining somewhere else.

The smell of rain quickly became a comforting smell for himself.

Of course he also knew that that meant that that's what his datemate smelled like. Whenever he laid in his bed, he would hold the patch of fabric, rubbing his thumb over it and sigh, holding it close to his chest. He was so... scared of the idea of this. Did he really even want a datemate? If he had one, they could be taken away from him so easily. They could die.

Pappy would always remind him of the things that he did, saying how he would most likely hurt his soulmate. He would suck as a datemate, he sucked as an older brother too.

Dusty knew that he did.

He could have done so much for Pappy but all he did, was kill him. He knew that he had a good reason for it though! After getting killed over and over again, and being one of the only ones to be able to remember it, anyone would go crazy after a while. He was killed over 400 times! Over and over and over again.

Nobody cared about that though.

They only cared about the bad things that he did.

He sighs, resting his head against the cloth mumbling "Damn it"

At least he still had this... it changed color to match the color of the clothing that his datemate was wearing, something that he thought was nice. It would most likely make it easier for him to find them.

His bones locked up when he suddenly heard a voice "HeY N-NiGhTmArE WaNtS YoU" He lifts his head to see Error poking their head out of a glitch, looking at him.

"Get out of my room" he snaps, moving the fabric under the pillow. Error rolls their eyes and pulls back into the glitch.

Dusty gets up, fixes his hood, and turns his head down starting to walk towards Nightmare's office. Why the hell would Nightmare want him right now? They just got back from a mission, there's no way that he's sending them back out, right? He didn't want to go back out yet!

When he got closer to the room, he heard a voice shouting "Let me go!" he felt a tug at his soul, causing him to tense up, almost tripping. Wait what?

He gulps and slowly walks in, his eye shines shooting around. He saw a human, who looked annoyed, but he could sense their fear. They were being held by Axe, struggling against his arms. If Axe tightened his grip, it could easily cut through the flesh of the squishy little human.

Nightmare looks at him, and gets a relaxed smile and he nods his head towards the human "Happy birthday" he turns in his chair "Now take them and get out"

Axe walks over to Dusty, putting the human down in front of him.

Dusty's eyes shoot between them all, his soul pounding in his chest feeling like it was about to pop. That's not good "B...Birthday?" he mumbles, so confused about what was happening.

The human yanks their arm away from Axe, and looks at him "What the hell is going on?"

Man, he doesn't even know either!? They smell familiar but... oh no. Did they really find his soulmate to give them to him for his birthday?! That is not how... ughhhh he hated the people that he worked with.

Error looked annoyed at this as well, most likely they objected saying that bringing someone from an AU was a bad idea but, you know, nobody listens to Error much anymore.

"Let's... go to my room, and I'll explain" he holds out his hand to his soulmate, who squints at him but nods slowly, taking his hand, and he starts to walk turning his head down feeling like he was going to pass out... maybe throw up? Could he even throw up?

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[bonny-kookoo]

JJK: Fictional Happiness 2

In which Jungkook, youngest of Kpop Group and werewolf Pack BTS, finds his mate at his own concert; just to learn that reality is nothing like the movies - and that not everyone is blindly after him and his name.

Tags/warnings: werewolf! AU if it wasn't obvious already lol, angst, there's so much angst Jesus, romantic kook, kinda selfish kook though, shy!reader, anxiety, medication mention, therapy mention, panic attacks, idol!Jungkook, slow burn, strangers to eventual friends to lovers/mates, insecurities, bad habits, kind of tsundere! Jk, Impatient kook, alpha!kook, omega!Reader, swearing, reader doesn't like him a lot at first just as a heads up, realistic approach- meaning she won't just fall head first right away like nuh-uh we're wearing seatbelts on this ride yall, smut in future chapters

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Jungkook isn't good at loosing.

He's always been that way; overly competitive, way too proud to admit defeat, and way too eager to be the best in everything and anything. He's learned over the years how to get his way- how to make things work out just the way he wants them to.

So you not wanting to be with him like he'd expected, threw him off guard.

He's frustrated, visibly so; having been put on a small break by his packmates and managers to blow off some steam at least. They know what he's going through-Taehyung never had the same issues, but had been similarly distraught when he'd found his mate, just to be forced to leave her behind for the first time when they went on tour again. He's learned to cope since then- but jungkook isn't Taehyung Jungkook doesn't want to cope.

He wants you.

Why do you not want him? It's ridiculous really, how you could deny him so bluntly when he knows you've felt the pull just as much. You have to be aware, your omega at least has to be- and yet, you willingly chose your way.

Which wasn't his.

>> you're acting like a spoiled pup.<<

His alpha says inside his head, and Jungkook rolls his eyes as he pokes at his fried chicken. He doesn't have a huge appetite at all, maybe when he refuses to eat you'll take pity on him? Maybe that'll help, even though he knows that's not a nice nor fair thing to do.

>> I can understand her. I wouldn't want a child as my mate either. <<

His alpha says, amusement in his voice as Jungkook growls in response. "Shut up, mutt." He says, as he decides to eat instead, trying as hard as he can to block his inner wolf out. He doesn't want to hear it.

He's not a child anymore- he's 24 for God's sake, he's an adult, a man! There's thousands of potential partners for him out there, you should feel honored, special even! He knows from his secret account on Twitter just how high his fame is- it makes it even harder for him to understand why you never even tried talking to him.

Then again, he had smelled your slight fear that day, and had seen the way you stood there. You were conflicted, as if you didn't know whether or not to stay or run, and its making him feel a bit bad for his earlier thoughts. Maybe there's more to it, maybe you have your reasons.

But then again, he could take care of these problems for you, of any you might have! He's got the money, the influence, and you know it. He's sure of the fact that only he could ever be the right one for you- he's your chosen mate, your destined after all. But then again, maybe you're playing hard to get? Yeah, that could be it; you're not running away, you're simply making him work for it! How could he be so stupid- of course you'd never shut him off like this.

Either way he's gonna find out. He knows it.

He has to have you.

And he will.

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𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐔𝐏!

shouto todoroki | f!reader, ceo heir!shouto, mirror sex, hair pulling, choking, inappropriate use of showerhead, alcohol. minors dni!

— 3k words

"You're so pretty when you make a mess, aren't you?"

Miss Y/N,

I couldn't help but notice the latest project my father assigned is extremely difficult. If I'm going to be completely honest, you'll work yourself to death at this rate, and your greys double by the day. Drinks on me at Club 777 at 7 pm. Sound like a deal?

— shouto todoroki

“A club.”

“Glad you could make it,” Shouto gives you a small smile; it’s anything but hostile. And yet, that’s all yours is as you assume the space to his right in the velvet crescent booth. “I hope it wasn’t too hard to find. Club 777 is pretty popular around he—what are you doing.”

As your fingers fly across the keyboard, you give him an indignant huff, the screen highlighting the underside of your face electric blue as you continue hacking away at your presentation. If you’re going to be forced to go out, you’re going to make the most of it—and that’s by getting the work that you would be getting done at home, at a club. And a rather loud one, at that.

"You're a workaholic," he observes with a sigh, and you flash him a fat sarcastic smile. Stupid fucking CEO heirs and their entitlement.

"Congrats, you've solved everything! Can I go home, now?"

"No," Shouto frowns before he rudely snaps your laptop shut and sets it to his right. Pushing a plate of clear-colored shots your way, your eyes bulge—there have got to be at least fifteen. "Drink up—it'll take the edge off."

You blink between your coworker and the shots. You trust Shouto and you've known each other for a while...somewhat. His father is your boss, and with Shouto as the next in line you’ve got no choice but to play nice. He’s as cocky as he is aloof, but you suppose he’s fine overall—and he's seen you break your back over this project for a solid month and a half. Positive you won't be able to keep your conscious from running laps over all the work you have to do otherwise, you snatch the first shot and chuck it down your gullet with worrying enthusiasm. Shouto lifts an eyebrow and you reach for another.

"Thirsty?" He chuckles, before grabbing a shot for himself. The second shot burns, but never as much as the first, and the back of your hand catches what doesn't make it into your mouth as you say:

"More than you could think."

"And then—and then I was like, um no sir, I think you got my change wrong by at least five bucks! He didn't believe me, like at all."

"Did he make a fuss of it?"

"Of course."

"That means he has a small dick," Shouto advises with the second to last shot in his hand, wrist-watch glinting in the club light. His face is a deeper red than his hair and you've never noticed how nice a suit fits him as if you don't see him in one every day. You giggle at that, too far gone yourself to be offended on the stranger's behalf. Shouto's jacket drapes over your shoulders like an oversized blanket even though you bickered about not being cold, with enough alcohol in your veins to warm a village.

"Probably," you rest your head against the crescent booth, dismissive at the softness from the red velvet that’s probably ruining your hair. "Either way, I pulled a Karen and called the manager on 'em.

Shouto nods, "As you should. Once I tricked my father into thinking he had a very unhappy customer by sending him a million emails from 'John Appleseed' and calling his personal secretary twice as much."

You cackle, throwing yourself across the table at the thought of your Boss’ face hot and red with anger (as it does.) Shouto's loved nothing more than to make his animosity against his father well-known—to you, at least—and to say bored Heir been getting creative the past few months is an understatement. "Oh fuck—when'd you stop calling?"

Shouto shrugs, muscles rolling underneath his white dress shirt, "Once I filled his voicemail box.”

He holds a smile, small and distant, as he watches you wheeze as if he just told the funniest story in the world. In your defense, Shouto's never really been a funny guy, but he does funny things. Like when he stares at you when he doesn’t think you notice, or when he gets so close your chests nearly touch, but doesn't notice it. Doesn't point it out, at least. You find your laugh dying along with the smile on his face, though, and when he says nothing afterward but stare.

"...Shouto?" You snap in his face to make sure he's still in there—but it's hard to tell, with his glazed eyes and scarily steady breathing. His arms find either side of you, and you're too tipsy to realize you've been caged against the booth until it's too late.

"Your eyes are quite mesmerizing, Miss Y/N," he marvels. You can smell the vodka on his breath, and positive that compliment would’ve set your face aflame if the alcohol hadn’t already, any hints of cherry obscured by the neon club lights.

"I—um, thank you," you giggle, and if you were sober, you'd shoot yourself in the foot for reacting like a school girl. But you suppose you can give yourself some leeway—this is Shouto Todoroki after all, and for some reason, he's complimenting you. "You...you aren't too bad yourself."

"You wouldn't mind if I got a little closer, would you?" Though Shouto holds a cheeky half-drunken smile on his own, knowing any closer will result in nothing but a kiss and perhaps a little more. His eyes flicker to your lips the same time yours flicker to his, and you and you catch a heat in his eyes you didn’t notice before.

"Not at all."

You blink and Shouto's lips are on yours. They’re soft, painfully so, and it's clear he knows what he's doing—with his hands dropping to your waist and tilting his head ever-so-slightly to the right. Nudging your lips open, his tongue easily finds it's way around, mapping the insides of your mouth and taking note of what makes you shiver the most.

Shouto tastes like vodka. It's a familiar taste, one that you associate with seven minutes in heaven and quick make-out sessions in high school—and yet this time it spurs your heart to beat faster, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in even closer, as if it's possible.

When you pull away it’s clear neither of you really want to, but unfortunately you need to oxygen to live, chest heaving in unison as your eyes catch his own. Shouto's grip tightens around your waist as he licks over his already wet lips, glossed by what you assume is your spit.

“You’re one dangerous woman,” he rasps with swollen lips. You giggle, but you know he knows his words’ effect on you because goosebumps are impossible to hide.

“Thank you,” you respond, a bit awkwardly—because what else are you supposed to say?

"I'm positive it isn't the alcohol talking when I say I want to take you right here." Shouto growls as his eyes hold you in your seat. You shiver, the request sounding impossibly inviting, and your thighs discreetly rub together to take the edge off a bit.

"Bathroom," you breathe against his lips, this night turning for the most unexpected.

"Off, off, get all of this off," Shouto pants the moment you two step into a gender-neutral singles bathroom. You don't doubt they made it gender-neutral for this exact reason, but that thought leaves as quickly as it enters when Shouto pins you against the sink starts to pepper hot kisses down your neck. He scrambles to bunch your dress to your waist over taking it off completely and growls at the sight of your lower-half in absence of your usual attire.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you? Hmm?” He's breathless as he settles between your legs with a lick of his lips, pushing the excess of your dress into your hands. You really don't know how long he’s wanted you, but you find yourself biting your lip at the prospect anyway—that you've been driving your boss's son, your future boss, just as crazy as he's been driving you.

"Shouto—"

"Shhh," he interrupts, pulling your panties to the side. "Let me take care of you. You've been working hard these past few months, no?"

You guess so.

Either way, all clarity dies when Shouto licks a fat stripe up your slit, chuckling when you slide a tentative hand into his hair. Your grip tightens when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, slipping a finger between your folds to elicit a whimper or two. He bites his lip when you tug a little.

"Keep doing that and you just might ruin me," Shouto groans, before his mouth returns and he’s adding another finger. When the digits curl just right, your hips buck in faint frustration—they're moving too slow.

"Can you, um," you blush, eyes skittering to the bathroom walls instead. The club music permeates despite the fact that they look like they're made of solid brick, vibrating the floor and sink underneath you both. "Go faster?"

Shouto's eyes snap to yours. For a second you’re afraid he's going to say no, but he tosses your leg over his shoulder and adjusts your hips until they're at a perfect level, licking his lips and growling:

"My pleasure."

You're positive whoever loiters near the bathroom door hears your yelp as his mouth descends to devour your pussy, eating you so enthusiastically that you see you're slick smeared across his pink cheeks. Shouto pulls your hips deeper into his face with a defiant growl and you have to drop your forearms on the sink to keep yourself from falling to the hard ground, your grip around the porcelain ever-tightening.

"Feel good?" He rubs a heavy thumb over your clit in place of his mouth and stuffs you with a third finger. You nod with a broken moan as he pulls his digits out all the way out before burying them knuckle-deep again, grasp on the sink slipping. He flicks your clit, "Answer me."

"Y-Yeah," you nod again, near-hyperventilating. You’re sure Shouto’s getting a kick out of it—at least, if his chuckle has anything to say about it.

"Good girl," he coos, the circles on your clit slowly quickening, "You're so pretty when you make a mess, aren't you?"

You're nodding along with him, though you're not exactly sure why—but then his mouth returns and suddenly, why doesn't matter as much.

Shouto's more vocal than you expected, groaning into your sweetness as your thighs trembles next to his head. He holds you like you're precious, like you're actually something to him, but you're much too drunk to unpack all of that right now. Instead, you tug at his hair. It pulls a much louder moan from his gut and you find yourself enjoying the vibrations, yanking harder to hear him again.

"W-Wait, Shouto," you whimper out, painfully close as you pull at his hair but this time to pull him away from you, "I wanna—wanna cum on your cock...if that's okay."

Shouto blinks once, twice, and then you're staring at yourself in the mirror listening to him frantically undoing his belt, cursing when the metal slaps him across the palm. You giggle.

"Eager, are we?"

"You don't even know," he pants, and the tip of his cock kissing your entrance has you biting your lip. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and they melt when he fits the head of his cock inside, the grip he has on the porcelain sink turning white as he pushes further.

"You are—you are painfully tight, Miss Y/N," Shouto wheezes into your neck, teeth grit as his pelvis finally brushes against your ass. You resist the urge to wheeze with him, his cock filling you to the point where your lungs struggle to find room to breathe.

"I'll take that as a compliment," you joke, eyes fluttering shut. Shouto tuts, grabbing the underside of your face as he says:

"Eyes open, Miss Y/N. I want you to watch yourself fall apart as I fuck you."

Your eyes peel open, albeit reluctantly as you whine, not understanding why you need to watch your own face when you can enjoy the sight of him instead, "But Shouto, that's embarrassing..."

"Just trust me," he grunts, and his hips are snapping into yours, sending you jolting into the sink to the point where you have to brace a hand on the mirror to keep yourself from being squished flat against the porcelain. Shouto leans over, "You trust me, don't you?"

And well. When he puts it like that...

"Look at yourself, not at me," Shouto says, catching you redhanded. You whine when the hand holding your head moves to your neck and squeezes, cutting off your oxygen supply just enough for your eyelids to drop halfway. "See? See how good you look? So wrecked for me already and we've barely started."

"S-Shut up," you moan more than you say, finding yourself mesmerized in the way your lips part and by the redness of your cheeks. Shouto dips his head into your neck and sucks, prompting your free hand to find his multicolored hair again and pull. His reaction is almost automatic, the way the smooth rock of his hips changes into a quick snap in a heartbeat. It has you keening, his cock reaching places spots you weren't aware you had, and he crushes you against the sink to rub at your clit.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous for me," he grunts, hips finding the energy to pick up the pace. You whimper and he's sucking a hickey into your neck, hot breaths punctuating along with his sharp thrusts. "Feel so good around my cock, like you were made for me—shit—"

This time you break the rules, eyes flickering to look Shouto in the mirror as you watch him come undone. His hips stutter as he muffles a broken moan in the back of your neck, body shuddering while he fills you up. His thrusts slowly dissolve into nothing and soon it's just your heavy breathing between brick walls, until Shouto pulls out with a hiss.

"You didn't cum."

"O-Oh, um," You blink at his unimpressed gaze through the mirror as if you got caught redhanded. "I...usually can't. Without a vibe.”

Shouto hums at that but says nothing. You watch something in his brain churn, eyes surveying the room before a lightbulb appears above his head and he's snapping his fingers.

"The shower."

"...What?"

"The. Shower." Shouto says, a little cheekier this time, as he guides you towards a simple shower hidden behind a curtain. Now, why there’s a shower in a club bathroom is beyond you.

"Well. This seems awfully convenient," you click. Shouto shrugs.

"Sun (the author) says it's to clean up the drunks who vomit all over themselves." He takes the only shower seat available, back pressing against the tile.” I think she just wants you to ride a showerhead ****if I'm being completely honest."

"Maybe she tried it for the first time recently or something,” you hum absentmindedly, but that thought flies out the window as Shouto grunts:

"Either way, it's irrelevant. Strip."

"I—completely?" You exclaim, covering your body despite the fact that it's already covered by your dress again. Shouto raises an eyebrow, settling both elbows on his knees once grabbing the showerhead from its bar.

"Unless you want your outfit to get soaking wet, yes. Completely."

Touché.

You're naked fairly quickly and Shouto lays you across the tile even quicker. You watch him test the different modes on his hand, before choosing the one with the most...gusto. You spread your thighs and fight the embarrassing blush dusting your cheeks from the exposing position.

"Ready?" You roll your eyes.

"I swear Shouto, if you do—o-oh."

He presses the rushing water to your clit, and you have to take a step back, fully unprepared for how nice the pressure would feel. Shouto chuckles at that, the soles of his loafers soaking in the lukewarm water with you as he sits with his legs spread, brazenly enjoying the view.

"Feels good?"

You nod, hips subtly grinding into the hot stream. Shouto bites his lips at the view and it turns you on that much more to know you can have such an effect, before his free hand drops to his palm himself through his dress pants.

"I get the perfect view, too," Shouto growls to himself, tilting his head ever-so-slightly as you release a broken moan, bare hips stuttering against the tile. "A perfect view of that pretty little pussy. Ah ah, keep those legs for me."

Your inner thighs quiver with an impending orgasm, the edge looking much closer than it did previously. The combination of Shouto's words, his sounds, and the steady beat of the water against your clit is enough to have anyone shaking, and the only complaint you have is that you wish he wasn't so fucking far.

"S-Shouto," you whimper, hands scrambling across the slippery tile. "I'm close."

"Yeah? Do it then, make me proud," Shouto growls with a feral smile, grip tightening around his cock—you nod, chest shuddering.

“Y-Yeah just adjust the—oh fuck, Shou, right there!”

Your thighs clench as you gasp and your fingernails dig into the grout between the tile as you orgasm, your moan nearly bordering on a scream. Shouto groans, grip tight on his cock through his damp suit pants, and you nearly giggle as your high ebbs.

“Have I ever told you how dangerous you are, Y/N?” Shouto says cheekily. You grin back, cocking your head to the right.

“Only a million times.”

“Well then I owe it to you again,” he says lowly, and you get the message you two aren’t done as he joins you on the wet floor to cradle your jaw.

“You’re one dangerous woman, Y/N.”

a/n: i fully expose myself in this, and you know what? i'm fine with that.

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