#if you've read all this was extremely personal so. enjoy knowing me and don't mention it unless we are Fiancé.es

[staranghae]

[3:17 AM]

summary. yoon jeonghan is like art in a museum. look don't touch kinda deal. so, what happens when your idiot best friend dares you to kiss him during a drunken game of truth and dare? let's find out...

pairing. jock! y.jh x reader wc. 1k warnings. mentions of murder (lighthearted), profanity, bestie! mingyu genre. fluffy fluff, jeonghan is very aditya kashyap coded in this. a/n. requested by a lovely anon! this feels so cliche but I love cliches so here you go! hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

you were going to murder kim mingyu one of these days.

your head hadn't even hit the pillow after your designated midnight 'talk' with him that he had gone and woken up the rest of the dorm to play a game of truth or dare.

you had agreed, strictly telling him that you would be staying for only one round of the game. a girl needs her beauty sleep after all.

what started as one single round with barely 5 people from dorm was now going strong on round 5 with all 17 people in the dorm sitting on the floor in varying stages of drunkenness, save for a few who were still sober, including you and yoon jeonghan.

yoon jeonghan, the captain of the soccer team and also the guy you've been crushing on since high school. by pure coincidence, the two of you ended up in the same university and in the same major AND in the same friend group! it truly felt like the universe was on your side with this one.

your fantasies were interrupted by the shrill sound of someone mingyu squealing. you looked to find the cause of his sudden excitement only to find the bottle had landed on you. you looked back up at him only to find him staring at you, a sinister glint in his eyes. with an overly saccharine tone, he asks you,

"y/nie, truth or dare? you have to pick dare by the way, you picked truth twice in a row already so."

"then why'd you ask the question, dipshit?"

you heard a low chuckle come from your side. you look to find the source of the sound, only to see jeonghan looking at you. your staring contest is abruptly ended by the sound of mingyu aggressively clearing his throat..

"so, y/nie, your dare is..." he looks around the room, trying to find a dare for you to do. his wandering eyes finally land on him.

"your dare is... kiss the person sitting on your right! and a proper kiss, not just a peck." he says while the circle starts cheering at his dare.

to others, the cheering might seem unnecessary but there's some context behind this. context being, the guy sitting on you right is yoon jeonghan. despite his whole jock persona, jeonghan is a strict one-woman man. and kissing people for dares is not a thing he does. not even if he's single.

so, knowing him, you don't even bother to ask him before reaching for your drink. the group starts boo-ing at you as you lift the cup.

all at once, someone is snatching the cup from your hands while simultaneously pulling you back into their lap. you look behind you, only to find yoon jeonghan staring at you with a smirk gracing his lips.

you scramble to get off his lap, but he effortlessly manhandles you into facing him and for a moment, it's just you and him. he moves a lock of hair behind your ear and asks you quietly,

"do you hate me that much?"

you feel like a fucking teenager all over again, sputtering and stuttering out an answer,

"n-no, it's just that... you don't do st-stuff like this."

"stuff like what?"

"kissing people for dares kinda stuff."

he looks confused at your statement. and his hands, still on your waist, aren't exactly helping you give him an answer. you muster up every last ounce of confidence in your body and tell him,

"jeonghan, the entire university knows about your 'one-woman man' agenda. you've never kissed a girl for a dare, ever."

he blanks for a second before laughing. not a giggle or a chuckle, but a full out laugh. everyone else in the room is extremely confused at his sudden burst of laughter, the two of you had been conversing in hushed voices and whispers, and now he was laughing?

you look at him incredulously, a little offended at his sudden burst of laughter. he looks at you through teary eyes and immediately stops laughing. amidst the chaos, he asks you a question,

"y/n, did you, maybe, ever consider the possibility of you being my one-woman?"

you visibly malfunction at his question. you get off his lap and go outside the dorm to the patio to clear your head. you don't see jeonghan get up and run after you.

the two of you stand in silence until you decide to break the ice,

"since when?"

he looks at you before sighing heavily, "since freshman year, i think?"

"of university? so 4 years!"

he shakes his head.

"of high school. so... 8 years, actually," he says with a small smile.

you stare at him, wide eyed and completely thrown off your axis. he's liked you longer than you've liked him? actually, you only knew of his existence in sophomore year, so he's liked you since before you knew he existed?!

lost in your thoughts you don't see him come closer to you.

"y/n."

you look up at his call of your name only to find him standing right in front of him. like close enough that your lips could touch if you stood upright. he looks down at you with a soft gaze and informs you,

"we still didn't finish the dare."

you look up at him and then look to the door, when your classmates were peeking as though you wouldn't have seen then from a mile away

in an attempt to be petty and still do the dare, despite your current predicament, you grab jeonghan by the collar of his shirt and pull him down to meet him halfway.

jeonghan, despite his initial shock at your sudden move, immediately kisses you back, his hands finding solace on your waist.

the entire dorm erupts in hoots and cheers, successfully resulting in the faculty dorm waking up.

jeonghan just laughs and tugs you back into the dorm, straight onto his bed. the two of you end up in each other's arms, laughing and happy. as the two of you drift off to dreamland, you only have one thing on your mind.

maybe you owe mingyu a blind date with one of your friends for his efforts.

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[lilmashae]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ vanilla ice cream — s.g

cw: supper fluffy, never proof read, dilf!geto, fem!reader, poc!reader, just a random-ass name for geto's random-ass baby

a/n: god bless me and whatever awful, unhealthy obsession i've contracted.

it was late afternoon, around 6:00 pm. you, hana, and geto ended up eating at some restaurant by the beach. the sun had begun to set on the skyline as you could see the pretty hues of orange meet with the cool tones of purples and blue. you walked not too far behind geto and his daughter, admiring the image in front of you: a loving father and his young daughter enjoying each-other's company. of course you had excluded yourself from this equation. after all, you were just the babysitter, and you were just tagging along on geto's "family vacation" because he insisted you deserved a small break also.

as you continued to look around and take in the ocean's salty breeze you could hear hana's voice and the pitter-patter of her feet as she yelled out, "ice cream, ice cream! daddy, will you please buy us ice cream?" hana was by far the cutest, most polite little girl you've ever met, and you had to admit her dad was pretty cute too. she's around five or six, quite tall for her age with beautiful black hair down her back much like geto's. you can't help smiling upon seeing her pull at his loose, "hawaiian" print shirt. "only if it's okay with miss l/n. why don't you ask her?" you come to a halt hearing him say your name, still lost in the moment you look around before noticing the small girl running towards you now pulling on your shorts. "please, miss l/n--" she looks up at you wide-eyed, "pretty please!" you laugh and pet her head, "whatever you want." you smile, bringing your head back up to meet geto's gaze. "well then," he walks over to you two before picking hana up and grabbing your hand, "i guess we'd better run." and before you know it you and him are running, hand in hand to the small ice cream cart on the side of the pier as hana laughs wildly and yells for her dad to slow down.

you didn't think much of it.

you've never thought much of geto's affection or kindness towards you: how he'd always make breakfast for both you and hana before he left for work, or how he'd always text you to see if you made it home safe. not to mention how he'd call you even on your off-days asking about your studies and other work, checking to see if you've eaten, he'd even invite you over saying that "hana misses you," or "she won't eat properly without you here." you just brought it all down to him being an extremely kind and caring person: a father. but what you didn't take into account was the way that he'd stare at your ass as you bent down searching through the fridge, nor the way he'd touch you every chance he got. once again, you just thought he was being pleasant, even when he hugged you and his hands seemed to travel a little low.

you all reach the vendor and hana gets three scoops of strawberry ice cream, geto insists on buying you something also so you get a scoop of vanilla ice cream as does he. you thank him for the ice cream as the three of you begin walking towards the beach yet again. hana was still your view as well as his as she ran along the water chasing seagulls, giggling, and watching waves crash over her feet. you beam feeling her joy as you watch her. what you don't feel is geto staring at you, right now he thinks you look so gorgeous: hair tied back, plush, pillowy lips spread into a smile as you lick at the ice cream cone in-front of you while watching the sun set. he lets out a small sigh and then a chuckle, "is something wrong, mr. suguru?" you turn to him, cocking your head to the side. "no," he reaches his hand up and cups your cheek before swiping his thumb across the corner of your lips, wiping away some of the vanilla cream on your face. "you're pretty, y/n." he brings his hand back up to his face, slipping his tongue out and spreading the vanilla dessert across the muscle. popping his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean. "very pretty." he grins before getting up, hana screams "daddy, look at the sky!"

"i see it hana! it's beautiful, right?" he remarks looking back down at you. "very beautiful." you reply.

this is cute, right??

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[ghostgirl101]

Dating BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: I've suddenly got inspiration to write dating headcanons/imagines for the creepypastas, so… requests are open, I guess (but I won't write smut) 🙃 This is based on the original first arc (The Haunted Cartidge) written by Jadusable, so there's no mention of Moon Children and BEN's still the antagonist and not a victim 😎 I love writing for BEN Drowned... my fave Creepypasta 🙃

🎮• So, you found the Majora's Mask cartridge and started playing it on your N64. Everything about the game is horribly wrong, and there's the Elegy of Emptiness that keeps following you around. Wherever you go, he's following you, even if you don't notice - from the top of buildings, hidden in the shadows, or just straight up in your face. It's unnerving, to say the least. That, and the things he says.

🎮• All too familiar lines like "You shouldn't have done that," and "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" but then there are other odd things on black screen scenes, like "There is beauty in your suffering, but there is so much more," and "You need me more than you'll ever realise..."

🎮• BEN kind of likes toying with you to see what reactions he can get out of you, as he does have quite a sadistic streak in him. But instead of just terrorising you until he gets bored and then going to find another victim, he enjoys just watching you, staring at you with empty, observant eyes. He watches you while you sleep for hours at a time, mesmerised and somewhat confused by what makes you stand out to him. It's not just because you're pretty, it's something much more than looks. It's just... you.

🎮• Hidden inside your computer while you go about your day, or playing with the electrics when he wants to remind you he's there. He's obsessed with the little decisions you make, the way you look, and the idea of you being, well, all his. It's extremely hard to have secrets or privacy, because BEN doesn't believe in that. He can read your expressions easily, or what you might say before you say it, almost as if he's reading your mind. So there's no way to lie to him and get away with it.

🎮• When you go to school or work, you notice that the annoying ones who used to pick on you and all have suddenly gone quiet, only giving you wary, wide-eyed looks every now and then. The next day, there's no sight of them, and a missing person poster is up soon after. You have your suspicions immediately, and go straight onto Cleverbot when you get home:

BEN... Yes, what happened to him? Cut it out. I know you're there. Where? You killed her, didn't you? She didn't deserve that. I want you to stop. Just, please? Stop? Why would I do that? They lost the game. Besides, you're much more important. Why? Because. Because what? I choose you. Don't you feel safe? I don't know. Not really? You will.

🎮• BEN isn't kidding though. You'll never have a lasting incident with someone being horrible or being in a dangerous situation. He's always watching, extremely protective and possessive. You see more of that when he reveals yourself, which is after you'd injured yourself slightly somehow, and after a short struggle of trying to patch yourself up and stop bleeding, the TV glitches, crackles and opens up from the inside like a portal.

🎮• You almost have a heart attack as you can only watch as a boy with deathly pale skin, hollow black eyes and intense red pupils steps out casually, a look of amusement as you grip the chair you're sitting on to try and ground yourself and make some sense of the situation. It fades into huffy annoyance and almost unnoticeable concern as his red gaze flicks to your wound.

🎮• "You shouldn't have done that."

🎮• "Well I-" You don't get much of a chance to say anything, because in less than a second he's right opposite you, making you flinch back in surprise as a cold, glitchy hand takes the supplies out of your own and does an exceptionally good job of wrapping it up. His messy, snowy blonde hair tickles your skin as he looks up, sending chills down your back as his inhumane eyes lock onto yours with a playful, dark smirk.

🎮• "It's rude to stare."

🎮• BEN can be absolutely impossible by the things he says sometimes, and he loves watching you frown in frustration and try to get back at him. Ever since he first appeared in a materialised form to you, he does it more often, and you get used to the unnatural sight of him as he pops out of screens into your home whenever he feels like it, crashing your websites and snickering when you get annoyed because it didn't save some of the work you were doing. But the way he 'has fun with you' isn't all malicious and threatening as it is with the others, it's more playful and teasing. If anyone else does the same, he'll scowl and their phone will give them a harsh electric shock.

🎮• It doesn't matter how much you try to tell BEN you can look out for yourself and he can lighten up a bit when you're around others, he's still going to be watching out for you with a slightly overprotective mindset. In his mind, your 'friends' and those around you aren't as deserving or worthy as you are for pretty much anything. He doesn't pester you with the questions of where you were and who with, since he already knows, but isn't above mentally torturing people who seem like trouble until they go away.

🎮• He can also be kind of clingy, but in his own way. BEN doesn't give you much of a warning when surprisingly strong arms make you slide onto his lap while you're sitting and doing whatever it is you're doing in your room, or fiddles with your hair and examines your body and face like a curious painting. He stares a hell of a lot too, which is another thing to get used to. Hugs are often initiated by you, and he'll never push you away, though he's not that used to it. BEN will grumble under his breath if you cuddle him with a content grin, but you know he's enjoying it really.

🎮• BEN's possessiveness is shown by his like for marking you up, which he does pretty much whenever he gets the chance. He smirks roughishly as you jump at the sudden feeling of cold lips sucking and biting down on highly noticeable places of your skin on your neck and even your arms. If you ask him with those big eyes to do it somewhere that's less noticeable, he'll roll his black and red eyes dramatically, as if you're asking for the impossible, but do as you say anyway.

🎮• You can never just kiss BEN when you leave or something. He'll draw them out into heated makeout sessions that he only stops when you're gripping onto him tightly with shaky breaths, where he'll grin and wink at you before disappearing. Jackass.

🎮• He shows his crazed, obsessive love by getting you whatever things you want or have mentioned by shoving them through random screens' portals to where you are. BEN enjoys playing video games with you too (obviously) where it's entertaining to see you annoyed at him beating you all the time, but then cute when he messes with the game to let you win sometimes. His soft side comes out when you're upset or need comfort in a non-violent way to whoever could have caused it. No words are said, just cool arms around your middle and the thoughtful boy tracing shapes on your skin and enjoying the unfamiliar sense of peace he gets with you in his arms.

🎮• Dating BEN Drowned isn't the easiest relationship to be roped into, since he does have a fair few past experiences that have scarred him emotionally and made him who he is (quite literally). Bit by bit, he'll tell you things, showing you that you're earning his trust, and you can absolutely trust him. Because, for once, he doesn't want to hurt someone. He wants to care for them. It just takes a little getting used to, that's all.

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[foxglovepng]

Hello, first time requesting anything and I hope I do this right. I like what you've posted previously and I hope you enjoy this request idea.

I saw screenshots of a post recently about a TWST x Tinkerbell/Pirate Fairy event where shenanigans happens and everyone's UM's are switch around.

But what if Yuu got someone else's UM? Would they go power mad? OB by accident because they couldn't control the amount of magic? Just chill until the fairies corrected the switch? How would the owner of the UM deal with Yuu handling their power feel? And how would they feel about being magicless for the time being?

Suggested students are Grim, Azul, Jamil, Vil and Deuce, or anyone else you would prefer, all of them are fun options.

Hope you are doing well 💜

Characters: Idia, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Deuce, Jade, Malleus.

CW: Swearing, Probably an OOC Vil, Azul has a mental breakdown, Idia freaks out. SPOILERS FOR BOOK 6 (Idia), SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 (Malleus), Probably OOC most characters tbh.

A/N: I heavily loved this movie as a child and I still love it and watch it on occasion. I know this movie so well I can predict the dialogue :sob: I switched out Grim for Idia because I believe there is a mention that Grim had a curse in Book 6 (correct me if I am wrong) But it was while Idia was discussing some possible theories about the Overblots. Because I loved this movie so much and I am watching it as a I write I will be yapping...a lot. Like just yap yap yap yap and I will be making more parts to this because I have a lot of Ideas. I also added Malleus because he is the only one in Diasmonia with a confirmed/offical UM.

I will also be calling you the Fairy 🧚anon <3

Feel free to let me know which fairy(ies) are your favorite. I love Vidia and Fawn.

W/C: Didn't check Fox yaps a lot (2.540k, 7 pages)

NOT PROOFREAD

For context there will be a Mage like Zarina who was obviously an outcast and who was very innovative and wanted to discover new things (Such as the Fairy Dust) The way I imagine it the mage probably wanted to do things that were considered "Illegal" for Mage magic the NRC students ran into this person and they used their UM to switch the powers of students.

(Character's relationships can be read as platonic or romantic)

Deuce (Bet the Limit)

He is not worried. Although he'd be more concerned about Yuu accidentally using it mid class and hurting someone. His UM is mainly dependent on others attacks so I don't think there would be an issue about hurting someone deeply to the point of hospitalization.

He is worried about the fact he can't use magic anymore. He used his flaunt his magic a lot in middle school now he's not no power (Karma really came back for him didn't it)

If Yuu casually happens to get his ability to summon cauldrons it would be hilarious if Yuu dropped a cauldron "Accidentally" On Ace or Crowley's head. He'd feel bad, but It'd be funny.

(Insert video of Ace getting bashed in the head with a Cauldron but it's bad apple.)

He'd eventually adapt to losing his magic, but he does want to try and get it fixed.

He will help Yuu as much as he can with controlling his magic. If they have any questions he will gladly answer them and help to the best of his ability.

Yuu is least likely to go power mad due to Deuce's UM being low on the list for Powers that will make Yuu go bat-shit insane and commit world domination. (Yes I have an actual list)

When Yuu Overblots

He would probably cry like genuinely.

Yuu has gone through enough in TWST and when they finally snap he would be extremely worried for Yuu because he is scared they will get hurt badly/hurt others badly.

Deuce's UM is actually scary so when it comes to overblotting Yuu could hurt A LOT of people.

Riddle's UM won't be able to help and Yuu could just basically absorb every attack that hits them.

Yuu could probably kill someone with his power and that is a really scary though to think about.

(Deuce can too since it is quite his power)

On a skill level there is a possibility Yuu could lose control of the magic, on a power level they could injure a lot of people. Either way Yuu and other people will be getting hurt.

If they somehow stop Yuu's overblot GET THEM THERAPY INSTANTLY make Leona or someone else rich pay for it.

Deuce would look like a sad puppy because he just witnessed his friend he deeply cares about just snap. Probably wouldn't leave Yuu's side while they recover.

He probably feels the most guilty as he couldn't do anything and wished he could have helped more.

Peep Grim crying about his henchman.

If Yuu DOES kill someone um mage jail? or how would that work since they aren't from TWST would they like be in custody in their own world???? because quite literally they have no information on Yuu to send them to Mage Jail.

I'm done yapping moving on

Azul (It's a Deal)

Instant panic attack instantly.

Considering his backstory and why he is becoming a Mage he would definitely freak out over not having his powers. Bro needs his octopot.

When he learns it was Yuu who got his powers he would feel a bit more relieved

"Yuu can I have my powers back? just make a deal with me."

"HOW TF DO I DO THAT????"

Jade and Floyd are laughing their asses off when he tries to teach you how magic works. They are not going to do anything to help AT ALL.

Azul does NOT feel happy about being powerless at ALL. He has a business to keep running and Yuu is struggling.

I can imagine Yuu accidentally making a contract and stealing someone else's power and then having to keep THAT ONE under control.

Overall I feel like Azul makes top 5 of "Yuu will have a panic attack from being unable to control this power"

Azul would probably adjust to the change but he would not be happy with it at all.

There is a possibility Yuu could go power mad, but Azul is based on capitalism Yuu is not. They would probably only go power mad as a way for threatening/bargaining to go home.

When Yuu Overblots

Pray Yuu has the power under control

Azul's Overblot 2.0 except no tentacles

Azul tries to help the best he can and then gets blasted with magic right in the face. (L bozo)

When Yuu just snaps Azul wishes he could of down more, but he realizes he only was helping Yuu for himself. Not for them. They had to deal a lot and he probably was the one that broke the camels back for them to overblot.

On a skill level and Power level it would probably be the same as Azul's however Yuu has less control over the power.

Yuu is getting back for when he overblotted. /hj

When Yuu unoverblots Azul gives them an apology and also starts the process for them to see a therapist. Probably get's an earful from Deuce and Ace about pushing Yuu over the edge.

Jade (Shock The Heart)

Is not worried.

He doesn't need magic to intimidate people although he needs magic to obtain information.

"Oya? it appears the prefect has my power."

You know how Azul and Deuce would help? He wouldn't

When it comes to Jade's power it can easily be exploited to gain all kinds of information from someone and in the wrong hand's world domination can be caused.

Yuu gets help anyway from Tweedle Dee and Dum over at Heartslabyul.

Yuu would accidentally use Jade's power on people and would probably gain information they wouldn't want to know and probably has gotten traumatized.

Begs Jade to take his power back and he just giggles at Yuu. He is fine with not using Magic, but it is funny to see Yuu attempt to use his magic.

He's enjoying you struggle. However if it gets to a certain point he may help keyword may.

When Yuu overblots

No one is worried lmao.

I mean overblotting is bad, but Jade's power is like so??? normal?? that an overblot would be dangerous, but his conditions are it can only be used once so if Yuu acivates it they probably wouldn't be able to use it again.

hopefully..

If not they are royally fucked tbh.

Jade can't do anything at all and probably will get grilled later for not helping Yuu.

When they unoverblot Yuu Jade is the first one to get them to the infirmary carrying them bridal style (slay king) and making sure they recieve proper treatment. Also apologises for not helping them learn as he was worried they would go power mad.

Jamil (Snake Whisperer)

He is flipping out.

Number 1. Yuu just got this power and barely can control it IMAGINE WHAT COULD HAPPEN.

(Manipulate Crowley into sending them home)

Number 2. Jamil needs his magic and as Kalims retainer he needs it more than Yuu :sob:

Jamil is already stressed out with wrangling Kalim 24/7 now he has this on his hands. Bro just might overblot from stress.

Either way he helps Yuu with gaining control because Yuu almost made Ace choke on his food from accidentally using the UM. And almost made Jack run into a tree (It was funny actually)

We all know how Jamil's overblot turned out someone call up the Octotrio to deal with this again.

There is a possibility Yuu could go power mad. However Yuu is a sweetheart (possibly) and wouldn't control their friends.. right?

Jamil physically can't adjust to being magicless and tries to literally hunt the person down but fails miserably.

When Yuu overblots

I dare Yuu to throw everyone who's fighting so Jamil can get yeeted too (I'd be funny I swear)

Jamil overblot 2.0 except Yuu loses control and accidentally brainwashes everyone. whoops

Jamil got his Karma from brainwashing the whole dorm

Wait if he can brainwash the whole dorm could he brainwash all of NRC? 😨

When Yuu snaps Yuu is coming for everyone INCLUDING CROWLEY his ass is not getting saved.

I pray for everyone who is fighting Yuu. Compared to Deuce's though I'd rather get brainwashed tbh.

If Yuu somehow manages to get pulled out Kalim is making sure everyone who was affected is okay and Jamil is rushing Yuu to the infirmary. When Yuu snaps it would be dreadful tbh and I don't think people would make it out of this OB with Yuu unless they physically got hurt to the point of unconsciousness, or Malleus was like "No don't overblot you're too sexy aha".

Jamil also apologizes for not being able to do enough and makes sure Yuu sees a therapist.

Snake whisperer overblot Yuu and Bet the Limit overblot Yuu are genuinely scary and I'm terrified.

Vil (Fairest One of All)

Instant panic

Vil's UM is so powerful that when a curse is placed with conditions it cannot be lifted even with Vil's interference unless the conditions are met.

Imagine Yuu with that power. Crowley suddenly has a way for Yuu to get home.

Vil would be more concerned with his potato having a power they CANNOT control. Yuu will be accidentally placing curses on people.

Ace would suddenly get paralyzed from the neck down and Yuu didn't know how they did it.

Yuu accidentally paralyzing people is crazy.

Vil helps Yuu try to gain control of the power but has a really hard time.

This is another one where if Yuu were to overblot it would be because they accidentally use the UM too much and are stressed because of it.

Vil doesn't mind being magicless however do NOT let his father figure that out he might force Vil out of NRC into modeling.

When Yuu overblots

Uncontrolled curse magic with a stressed-out overblotting Yuu. Yeah this is up there with Bet the limit and Snake Whisperer.

Someone is probably dying.

Vil almost killed Neige for gods sake imagine what YUU COULD DO.

Vil tried to curse Yuu mid overblot but forgot he couldn't use magic.

Vil is actively sending Rook after the mage who switched powers. Vil wants his potato back.

If Yuu manages to snap out of an OB Vil is also the one making sure Yuu gets treatment. He will also pay for their therapy and treatments.

When Vil gets his hand on the mage she will not be existing anymore /hj

!!!SPOILERS FOR IDIA AND MALLEUS BELOW SPOILERS I REPEAT SPOILERS I SAID SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!

You have been warned

Idia (Game, Set, Match)

Every time I say Yuu is terrifying with a certain OB It gets worse. (I should make a list tbh)

Idia is freaking the hell out. Probably has a panic attack but we aren't there yet.

Idia's UM literally control the gates to the underworld and basically keeps the blot monsters in and if Yuu accidentally opens that.

I pray for everyone's safety.

Idia has probably headed a warning about this and is actively hunting down the mage. Ortho is helping too.

This is one of those where I say Yuu should not have it because with one wrong move and hundreds if not thousands of people could get hurt.

Idia is panicking Yuu is panicking Ortho is trying to calm them down.

Yuu most likely overblots because Idia is freaking them out, and they don't want to open the gates to hell.

I wonder if one of his parents could also open and close the gate with their magic that will literally help.

When Yuu overblots

Run everyone the gates of hell opened again.

If I had a nickel for every time someone overblotted and opened the gates of hell I'd have two nickels. It's not a lot of nickels, but it is weird that it happened twice.

Idia is making sure the literal gates of hell did NOT open, and surely enough they did.

Crowley is probably getting sued

In Theory the battle could be easy however when it comes to the UM someone tell Yuu to close the gates.

Blot monster domination 2.0

Ortho manages to hunt the mage down, but only until after the overblot is over and the gates have opened.

Idia completely forgot about Yuu's condition so when they switched powers he was more focused on closing the gate. He got grilled for that by Ace and Deuce who carried Yuu to the nurses.

I feel like this one is scary but more in the sense that Yuu has the power to the hell world.

Malleus (Fae of Maleficence)

Do I even need to say how bad this would be?

I know damn well most of Diasmonia is tweaking that Waka Sama just lost his power.

When Malleus learns it's Yuu he's more worried about them being stressed out over this and tries to help them the best way he could and even gets Lilia in on it.

Malleus is one of the top 5 mages in the world Yuu is probably one panic attack away from overblotting and putting everyone's ass to sleep.

Malleus is also concerned about the possibility of an overblot so he is definitely trying to keep them from overblotting. Whatever his child of man needs he will snap his fingers and it's done.

Yuu wants a massage? Malleus will arrange that. Yuu needs food he will buy Yuu some. Yuu wants ice cream? He wants some too. Yuu wants a fucking break? He will threaten Crowley for one.

He understands the power that was given to Yuu is a lot handle and will accommodate his Child of man (They are getting married after this)

He is also sending Silver and Sebek after the mage and the mage may or may not be existing after he finds her.

When Yuu overblots

As of 2/26/24 not all of Diasmonia has been updated/finished so I have no information as to how it will end/ how his overblot will go. But let's just imagine it.

Malleus fell into a dream world where he got to be happy with his Child of Man. He is King, he has children, and he's with his Child of Man happily. :SOBBING:

When he get pulled out from the dream he's like why :( probably all pouty since it was a good dream. And then remembers Yuu overblotted and is like no my child of man.

He is the first one to instantly get Yuu help bro can't teleport, but he can run and if he can still turn into a dragon he can fly.

He apologizes to Yuu even though he did all he could he still feel like he could have done more. He gets Yuu all of the treatments they need instantly and when the mage switches back their powers she is deader than his Mom.

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part seven of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. drinking alcohol and getting drunk/tipsy is mentioned. this is the first part of the spicy stuff. 18+ warnings under cut.

word count: 3.0k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

18+ warnings: explanations of sexual fantasies/daydreams. minho and reader are extremely horny for each other. making out and some slight heavy petting. stripping/strip tease. softdom!minho. subby!femreader. slight teasing from minho. the beginnings of mutual masterbation. minho is pretty demanding but in a sweet way (don't get me wrong tho, his commands are hot as hell). pet names (sweetheart, pretty, darling).

a/n: I've got about 3 parts left to write of this (the next two parts are already done and edited), and I've decided to put this on a 2-day posting schedule. so I will post the remaining parts every two days. I'm doing this because 1.) I really want you guys to read the next few parts lmao- I ADORE all of your reactions to everything, and 2.) I want to move on to bigger and better things and I'm not the type of writer that can work on multiple creative projects at once. 💀 hope you guys enjoy this part, and let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks!! 💞

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He kissed you like it was something he couldn’t live without. As if he was suffocating and you were his only supply of oxygen.

 His lips felt plush in all of the right ways - just like how you imagined them - his practiced pace signifying his experience with such torturing displays of affection. 

 He kissed you as if you weren’t optional. Made you forget everything that had happened and everything that stood before and between the two of you. Suddenly, you were forgetting all of the past hurts, all of the past struggles. As his mouth moved against yours in that perfect, ethereal kind of way. 

 When he pulled away, he took the breath right out of you - grasping a tight hold over the thing and yanking it right out of your very being. 

 You were but a mere puddle of loose limbs and flesh underneath him, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. And as you ran a few absent fingers over your mouth, you noticed the puffiness there. The way he’d made you delightfully kiss-swollen. 

 “I hope that wasn’t-” He began, much to your demise, to question your pleasure over the fact that he just passionately made out with you.

 You silenced him with a few extra kisses for good measure, sliding away from the line of his mouth reluctantly, the seductive pull of his warm tongue. “That was everything I could’ve dreamed of and more.” 

 He rose a dark, manicured eyebrow your way, eyes shining with that distinct light of happiness and lust. “Oh? So you’ve thought about me in your dreams then?” 

 Feeling the sudden creep of a flush travel up the length of your neck, before pooling in either of your cheeks, you bit down hard on your bottom lip, reveling in the way that it was still puffed from his arduous torment. “I thought about you late at night for a very long time.”

 The hand that had been resting at your hip for so long gripped a little harder, bunching the silken fabric of your dress between nimble fingers. Minho pressed into you, the knee that was still between either of your legs hiking up a little further. Almost reaching that sensitive, warm spot of yours, but not quite. He bent forward, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, teeth coming down on the lobe and biting gently.

 “And what kind of thoughts did you have all alone in your bedroom, hmm?” He mused in a low, guttural voice that you had never heard from him. Then again, you had never been in such a precarious position with him before. So everything was new. A tiny gasp fled from your lips upon the contact that his mouth made with the side of your neck, as he trailed feather-light kisses down your exposed flesh. 

 You were still donning your matching shawl, but at that moment, you wished for nothing more but for him to completely rip it off of your body in a desperate attempt to get at you. “I-I'd often fantasize about how you’d treat me… so delicate and loving, like how you always did when I had a visit at the clinic, like how I watched you treat all of the animals you took care of…” 

 Voice trailing off at the feel of his teeth nipping into the skin of your clavicle, you all but shuddered against him. The front of him was pressed so close to you, you could practically feel the growing bulge in his pants. 

 He laved his tongue over the spot that he had bitten down on, kissing the slight sting away, before continuing, “Go on, darling…” 

 The pet name was entirely something new. And if he didn’t have a firm hold over your entire being right then, you were sure that you’d have fallen right to the ground in shock. 

 Because Lee Minho…

 Calling you darling-

 And the worst part about it was that you knew it was only the beginning. 

“I’d touch myself, late at night, after a long work day… envisioning that it was you doing such sinful things to me,” you muttered between clenched teeth, as his lips continued to trace a burning path down the part of your chest that was exposed from your shawl. “I’d imagine that it was you- fingers deep inside of me, lips sucking me dry, hands grabbing onto me, hips thrusting into mine so flawlessly.” 

 This time, it was Minho who jerked against you. He backed away just slightly from your neck, offering you a dimly lit smirk. “I swear- you will truly be the death of me, sweetheart.” 

 Sweetheart, 

 Sweetheart,

Sweetheart. 

 It all sounded so wonderful coming from him - like an ancient, foreign prayer fallen from the lips of a beautiful, innocent angel. Expect the position the two of you were in - and the way his mouth trailed over your skin - was anything but innocent.

 You reached out, tracing a careful index finger down the center of his chest. Touching the one thing you had been focusing on all night long. Finally coming in contact with that bare flesh, that had been exposed for so many hours. “And what about you?” You questioned, peering up into his dark, blown-out pupils. They were darting across your face. Almost like, he had to capture this exact moment in his memory forever, lest he forgets it in his old age. “Did you ever think about me?” 

 “Fuck- every single minute of every single day, pretty,” that caused your tracing of his chest to halt, as your heart tripped over itself in surprise. In the back of your mind, you felt the hands that had been resting on either of your hips for so long migrate behind you, fingers grabbing palmfuls of your ass. “I thought about you as soon as I woke up, all day when I was at work, and especially- when I was home alone at the end of the day.” 

 Your nails raked down his exposed pecs, playing with the tiny silver zipper that was almost completely at his waist. “Really?” You flashed him a soft grin, as you leaned up and pressed a few kisses against the corner of his mouth. “What did you imagine in such moments?” 

 He turned his head then, pressing his lips against yours in a full kiss that soon turned breathless, his tongue slipping past your teeth and tasting you ardently. “I envisioned you in so many different filthy ways- beneath me, mouth hanging open as you screamed out my name in ecstasy, perfect fucking tits bouncing with every movement, legs coming around me every time I pounded into you so good.” 

 You clutched at his forearms then, moaning into his mouth and melting into all of the kisses and caresses that felt straight from heaven. “Please, Minho-”

 Minho grabbed at your ass a little firmer at the words that spilled from you. 

 Because finally- 

Finally, you were calling him by his name. 

 And it felt fucking good. 

 So good, that you almost felt addicted to it. You liked the way it curled around in your mind, falling from your mouth and sweetening your tongue all at once. 

“If you do that again, I won’t be able to stop myself.” He mumbled against your mouth, breathing in your scent and screwing his eyes shut in anguish. 

 “And what if I don’t want you to stop?” 

 Your confession came out hushed, something only meant to be kept between the two of you. 

 And all at once, you watched the emotions shift rather effortlessly in him - going from barely restrained passion to an outburst of ravenous hunger. His hands were clutching onto you harder and then he was hoisting you up into the air before you could even comprehend what was happening. Heart beating painfully inside your chest, you clutched at his neck and held on tight. Not a word was passed between the two of you as he moved with swift legs. 

 In but a few mere blinks, he had you in what you assumed was his bedroom. It was decorated simply, just like the rest of his house was. Then he was practically throwing you onto the bed, staring down at your barely clad form from the edge of the mattress. 

 “Take off the shawl. I want to see you.” He demanded in a steely voice. The one he had used earlier that night when he had been frustrated with everything during the party. 

 But he wasn’t frustrated now, and you came to realize that the steeliness had always been from... arousal. 

 When Lee Minho was fucked over with want, he turned cold and spoke with chilled venom in his words. 

 And that realization just made the pool of wetness between your thighs gather at a faster rate than ever before. 

Without a word of protest, you stripped yourself of the shawl, showing off the rest of you that had been covered up all night. Revealing the way that the neckline of your mini dress scooped so low, it showed more than half of your tits. 

 “Fuck,” he grunted out, running a frantic hand through his hair. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your chest, staring twin holes into the way your dress teased at the full exposure of your bosom. “I’m suddenly so glad that you never took that off- the guys would’ve surely gone crazy over you before I had any fucking chance.” 

 “That’s why I wore it in the first place,” you moved the thin shawl away, throwing it across the bed as your focus never strayed from his face. From the way that he fully took you in, eyes ravenous with so much love and lust. You felt your chest rise and fall with your short breaths, air constricting between your lungs as you tried to breathe through the arousal that was clawing up your throat in the form of an unchecked moan. “And besides, I never would’ve let any of them touch me even if I had taken it off during the party… I only wanted you to see this part of me. Only you get a taste of my most-sacred parts.”

 Minho tilted his head to the side then, bearing his teeth in an ominous grin. 

 It seemed like a wicked thought crossed his mind. 

 A shrewd and cruel one, but if the cruelty entailed him using you as his very own plaything, you were more than willing to give in to his cruelty. 

 The look of him- standing there, lording over you at the edge of the bed, so close, yet so far all at once, forced a shiver to run down the length of your spine. 

 “Dress off, now.”

 Just by the tonal shift, you could tell that his patience was wearing thin. He had been suppressing his desires for so very long, that he evidently couldn’t handle wasting another minute of not doing anything about his… predicament. It was as clear as day by the front of him, and the view of the hardening tent in the middle of his black trousers caused your stomach to flip over in a twirl of summersaults.

 You shucked your dress off in one fluid movement, laying back on one of the downy pillows in nothing but your lingerie set, which was designed in a simple nude lace. Minho audibly swallowed, examining you with those fire-lit eyes, a set jaw, and pursed, puffy lips.

 “Is this good enough for you?” You asked, fingers rising to twirl a lock of your hair between your fingers. Your legs were splayed out in a straight line before you, not giving away anything before he made his next move. Taunting him, in the best way you knew possible. By not revealing yourself. 

 Without another word, Minho was slinking away from the bed. Your eyes tracked his form, as he took a seat in the nearby armchair. It was placed off to the right of the bed, close enough that you were only a few steps away. The moonlight that shone through the curtained window cast across his form, painting his shoulders and cheekbones in a ghostly kind of glow.

 He leaned back in the plush cushions, folding his arms across his chest and leveling you with that sly smirk of his that you had never seen before. Not once, had he ever used it on you during your visits to the clinic. And not once, did it ever appear when he was dealing with others. 

 But all at once, it seemed so familiar to you. 

 Like you had lived your entire life acknowledging it, 

 Recognizing it, 

 And becoming roused by it. 

 “Show me.” 

 His words didn’t come out as demanding as before. Rather, they were grave and wavering. But they left an even bigger impact than the former. 

 Because in using such a soft, saccharine tone on you, he was demonstrating how he already knew you. 

 Knew you so well, like the back of his hand. 

 And how you absolutely melted whenever he’d speak to you in such a way- 

 Whether it had been at the clinic, during a visit, 

 Or when the two of you were on a late-night phone call before Nyx had passed, 

 Even when you guys had chatted together in the front office the night you had rushed over in a bumbling panic. 

 So no, he didn’t have to use strong words on you. Didn’t have to speak to you harshly, or demand anything. 

 Because you were already his. 

 From the very beginning, you had always been his. 

 The exact day the two of you met, all those years ago, during your first visit to the clinic, the two of you had known - whether subconsciously or consciously. 

 That there would be no one else. 

 So he regarded you with that same gentleness, eyes softening your way and limbs fluid as he sat there. He canted his head to the side, awaiting your next move. 

 He didn’t press, he didn’t rush, he didn’t do… anything. Just stayed silent, wondering how you would react to his words. 

 You felt the warmth of a flush creeping up the length of your neck, and you captured your bottom lip between your teeth as you tried to make sense of what he had just said. “W-What?” You didn’t mean to stutter. No, you meant to seem strong and in control. But then he was talking to you so smoothly, studying you with those deep brown eyes so lovingly, and you were a goner. A fumbling, stuttering goner. 

 “You said you like to touch yourself to the thought of me, so show me,” he said, raising an eyebrow your way from your obliviousness. But then the words hit the forefront of your mind, and it felt like your cheeks were on fire from how furiously you blushed. The heat pooling in the pit of your stomach shot down the middle of your body, swirling in your core and lighting the blood in your veins in a frantic kind of way. “Show me what you do to yourself when you’re all alone… show me how you touch yourself, while you have me infecting your mind.” 

 “I-I can’t.” You suddenly blurted out, heart pounding in your chest, as the butterflies danced a wild routine in the very depths of your soul. 

 That same smirk was pulling at the corners of his lips again, at your embarrassed state. “And why is that, darling?” 

 “B-Because…” Your voice trailed off, as your fingers played with a loose piece of string that you found in the bed’s thick duvet comforter. “I… the things I did, during those times, are hardly appropriate.” 

 Minho’s maniacal laugh, which was high-pitched and unruly, forced your eyes to shoot up at him. His irises were a little darker than before, but he still had that delicate look on his face. As if Everything you were saying sounded pleasant to him and this was all just a fun game to him. 

 “What’s so funny?” A cold sweat broke out across your brow, as you watched him regard you with mirth. You found yourself frowning at the outward display of humor. 

 Minho’s eyes raked down the length of your then, catching on the way that your bosom rose up and down with your hasty breaths. His lips parted slightly like he wanted nothing more but to come over to the bed and have a feel of them for himself. But then he was focusing back on your stare, offering you that easy, swoon-worthy smile of his. “I just find it hilarious, how you’re worried about propriety when you’re literally sitting there half-naked and I’m sitting here with a raging boner.” 

 At the mention of his hardness, you swallowed down a groan of agony. Because truly, you wanted nothing more but to see him - touch him, in so many different places. But he still had on those damn cargo pants and that damn shirt with the zipper on it. The thing was pulled so low that his stiff pecs peeked out every time he moved. 

 A beat of silence encased the room, 

 Trapping the tenseness between you, 

 Wrapping around the two of you and squeezing the very life out of your body. 

 And just like that, you found your hands moving on their own. Involuntarily, without any more arguing. Without any more talking. Without any more coaxing from him. 

 Because none of it was needed. 

 All he needed to do was speak - let the remarks flow from those beautiful, perfectly-sculpted lips, and you were heeding to his every demand. 

 Hell, if Minho asked you to kill for him, you’d probably do it. 

 If it meant having him flash you that easy smile, with those brilliant, pearly-white teeth, 

 If it meant having his chestnut-brown irises catch on your form every time you so little as breathed, 

 If it meant having those big, veiny arms holding you down, hands adoring you so wonderfully, 

 Then fuck yeah- you sure would kill for him. 

To be continued...

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[the-alliance-maker]

More art from my younger sister, yay!

Mask (Baby Hero of Time) looks like that because he's worn the Fierce Deity Mask too many times for extremely long periods, and now it's started to stain/scar his skin.

I'm also putting her little doodle she made me bellow too.

Mask (Baby Hero of Time) has a/his shadow following him around. This is apparently my sister's view of their relationship.

(She was nervous about letting me post the gif and required that I clarified that it's a low effort, quick animation she only made to get a laugh out of me, lol. She was correct about making me laugh. I was in tears for, like, an hour.)

More explanations (And lack there of?) about it under the cut.

These pieces of art are both from an AU of mine that we roleplay a lot.

I'd explain more, but it's built off an alternate timeline/universe of @wutheringmights story "Call them brothers". And I'm not sure what her rules are about fanart or fanfics, mostly because I never asked or looked into it and I never intended to.

I make AUs for the fanfics I read, write fanfics for those fanfics with thousands upon thousands of words in them and then never post them or do anything other than hand them to my sister to read. She does the same with her art.

...Fandoms are messy enough without me accidentally stepping on someone's toes. (I think my sister doesn't post her art because she's too unconfident though.)

That aside, Call them brothers is literally my favorite fic I've ever read. I know we like to throw that phrase around in the fandom a lot, but I have every intention of getting that sucker printed and bound once it's finished. I've been reading Fanfiction for nearly a decade and this is the first one I've wanted to do that for.

If you're a person who enjoys darker stories and want a story line with some actual consequences for the characters, I'd totally recommend it. The last time I was this gut punched over characters and their development was Red Rising by Peirce Brown (My favorite published book series ever), and Wuthering's descriptions of a war ravaged country and all it's horrors is fucking immaculate.

I found Call them brothers through my desire to see a longer fic that had Spirit Tracks Link, and it did. not. disappoint.

Wuthering's takes on what Spirit's abilities, character traits, and game culture/lore are currently my favorite I've seen from anyone in the fandom, and I would doubly recommend the fic just for that.

That said, it's not a story for the faint of heart. It's Dark. With a capital 'd' for a reason. Wuthering doesn't add all those tag warnings for no reason. Also, if you can't stand to see one of the Link bois written as anything other than what the mainstream interpretation for them is, this isn't for you. War isn't out of character, but he's certainly a bold take. A fantastic one, but bold none the less.

Plus there's mild mentions of Links being interested in other character's that aren't their Zeldas or their typical love interests. There is NO shipping of the Jojo's characters amongst each other, but if you're the kind of person who can't stand alluding to characters having crushes that aren't Link x Zelda, it isn't for you.

I know there's some people in the fandom who don't like that kind of thing, so I thought I'd mention it. Also, you've been warned so no being mean to Wutheringmights about it!

If you're okay with the things I've listed, please, please, please give it a read. @wutheringmights deserves all the love for writing something so good.

(Anyway, I could ramble for hours about all the reasons Wutheringmights is my favorite Author in the LOZ fandom, but this was supposed to just be a post about my lil sis's art that got waaaaay away from me.)

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Question, from one aspiring writer to another: how do you manage to maintain the drive to keep writing and how do you not lose interest in what you've created before it's done? Asking because I need advice.

Tricky question. I don't think it has a single answer.

For me personally, there are a few things that buoy up my enthusiasm:

Rabbit Holes - random deep-dives into topics I find incredibly interesting. Because I have so many outlets for my rants about highly specific cool things, I don't need to stifle any random hyperfixations because almost all of them can be turned into scripts or worldbuilding concepts. If I feel the enthusiasm strike, I chase it down as far as I can and take as many notes as possible along the way. However, these things work like lightning strikes and I can't just get randomly super interested in any one thing. Almost all of my longform videos start out as these.

Comedic Reframing - the bread and butter of the channel and the lifehack that let my poor brain actually focus on extremely long and boring books through college. It's easier for me to retain information and enthusiasm if I can find humor in what I'm dealing with on a smaller scale. When working on illustrating videos, for instance, the way I avoid burning out on individual frames is by making sure they have witty dialogue or fun character moments, because I genuinely enjoy drawing those a lot more than just "character moves into position" or "scene change" shots. Same goes for the comic - the more dynamic or interesting the pose, the more interesting the panel is to draw and the easier it is for me to stay jazzed.

Audience Feedback - I feel like this part is simultaneously understated and overstated in different ways. Creating art solely for the accolades it might garner is seen as generally both gauche and inefficient - it'll turn into an existentially draining losing battle like all pursuit of fame for fame's sake does - but any writer or artist will tell you that people losing their minds over their art is the number one way to guarantee they want to make more art. When drawing the comic, even when I'm lower energy, I'll often think to myself "oh man, they're gonna be yelling about this panel" and that'll help give me a boost. Early on in the comic I read through the discord discussions almost every day, but now I'm mostly sustained just from people yelling in my askbox.

Letting The Characters Run Wild - I've mentioned this elsewhere, but one of the most fun parts of writing for me is when the characters kinda tap me on the shoulder and say "hey boss, I really wanna do this". Their character-moment is almost always spicier, more complicated and more interesting than whatever plot-serving guideline it's replacing. Making the characters act as automatons that solely move the plot forward is less interesting for me as a writer than turning them loose and seeing the havoc they cause. Before I ever put pen to paper for this story, half my fun would just be playing out extremely fraught conversations and encounters between characters - no script, no plan, just "here's the premise and GO." Lots of stories start out as daydreams, and daydreams are like the purest form of energizing creation, existing only for the joy of the creator and thus flowing almost effortlessly; I think it's important to retain the heart of that when the daydreams start being set down on paper. If it's not a little self-indulgent it's not gonna be too much fun, and sometimes all it takes is letting the characters do the wild thing with consequences you haven't fully worked out yet.

In my experience, the thing I enjoy most as a creator is solving puzzles. I have more fun writing my story when I only mostly know where it's going, and I have to work out the most interesting consequences to my characters' unexpected actions. I have more fun drawing out a joke if the punchline didn't even occur to me before I started the frame, because the idea is fresh and fun and hasn't gone stale from sitting in my head too long. And my enthusiasm for my older work is reinvigorated when I see how other people respond to it, because it lets me almost see my own work through fresh eyes, which is a rare treat for any creator.

And when I get really worn down, I treat that like a sign that something needs readjusting. I don't force it when I'm worn out or can't bear to look at my tablet - I step back, take a break, take a walk, indulge in Floor Time, watch a movie, buy a coffee, do something that isn't trying to floor the accelerator when I'm stuck in a creative snowdrift. Sometimes that means putting a project down for months. Sometimes that means realizing I wouldn't actually be able to make a project happen because it'd be draining my will to live the whole time.

I sometimes use the metaphor that a creator's mind is like a garden. Its works need to be cultivated, but sometimes they also need to be left alone, or maybe the soil needs to be actively left fallow for a while. It may look like the project isn't doing anything, when in actuality it's spreading its roots and developing a much more solid foundation where you can't see it. Maybe two concepts cross-pollinate in an unexpected way and you get a new third thing to cultivate. But the most important part of this metaphor is that the well-being of every individual thing growing in the garden is heavily dependent on the heart of the garden overall. If you aren't doing okay, your art isn't going to be okay either. If it's feeling like a fruitless and nothing is growing, you might just need rain. Or nitrogen-fixers.

#asks #art stuff #writing stuff

[tossawary]

Hi,.....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from SVSSS? And why do you love them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the novel? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

Hi! Thank you for asking! I can use this to reflect on my SVSSS reread some more and mention some things I didn’t bring up in my other posts. I don't think I've ever explicitly rounded these things up into a list, so this is a fun thing to think about while I've run out of work and my supervisor isn't messaging me back. I'll try to focus on just the main story of SVSSS, because I haven't reread Volume 4 yet, and if my opinions change after reading the extras collection, then I'll come back and say so.

Long post ahead! Favorite characters and scenes!

Favorite characters:

Shen Yuan! I can't remember where I would have ranked him the first time I read SVSSS, but I always liked him just fine, and I've found a new love for him with the reread, being reminded of just how funny he is and how asexual he seems! He also just wants to be nice to people. I enjoy how much he enjoys food and reading and just chilling out chatting to people. He enjoys life! He fucks up several times, quite badly, but he's not unreasonable for assuming that Binghe would want to kill him, and I think it's compelling how the sheer overwhelming panic of his impossible situation wouldn't let him take a step back from the fast-paced nonsense he's forced to go through that often isn't his fault.

Luo Binghe! He's one of the main characters and he's such a sweetheart, when he also isn't a murderous emotional wreck or cold bastard, which is just fun to read about. Despite everything (being pushed into hell, being possessed by an evil sword, watching his teacher self-destruct and blaming himself for it, being able to take the world on a bloodied silver platter and then getting his ass kicked by his birth father), I feel like he turned out surprisingly well! I like how he just wants to dote on Shen Qingqiu and be doted on. He is trying SO hard to communicate with someone who keeps running away from him, but he doesn't know how. Crybaby demon emperor who abandoned having a harem in order to chase just one guy is still funny.

Getting to side characters... I like pretty much all of them! A lot of them are pretty evenly ranked for me, even though I like them all for different reasons.

Shang Qinghua probably has to take the top spot of side characters here, partly because I am deeply influenced by the Airplane Extras and all the fanfiction I've written for him, but also because I still think he has such a fascinating position as the author of this world and story, and he's such an irreverent ass to Shen Qingqiu at the same time that he does occasionally go through significant effort to help him out. His conversations with Shen Qingqiu are extremely funny. I'm glad that Shen Qingqiu has someone who knows about the truth of his background. Whatever the fuck is going on with him and Mobei-Jun in the background is funny and I fully understand why people read only the main story and then go, “WHY THE FUCK ARE SO MANY PEOPLE FIXATING ON THEM??? MOBEI-JUN HAS LIKE TEN LINES OF DIALOGUE!!!”

Then... uh... I don't know. I guess I'll put Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang next, together as a pair. They're both so eccentric and charismatic, although in very different ways, and I enjoy them as villains. They kill SO MANY people and do NOT care. Zhuzhi-Lang in particular has the weirdest fucking morals and I dig how he’s clearly a person but also very much NOT HUMAN. They're both very funny in the jokes they make and in the scenes they're in. Their backstories and fates are also terribly sad. Tianlang-Jun having the truth of Su Xiyan’s death revealed to him is a little heartbreaking even if he’s an ass. I like how powerful they are and how they weren't a part of the PIDW published story, so they can blindside Shen Qingqiu and mess everything up.

The character I was struck by the most on this reread was Gongyi Xiao, so I'll put him next. Though I do like Liu Mingyan, Sha Hualing, Yue Qingyuan, and Liu Qingge. Hmm, maybe I'll tie him with Sha Hualing for this particular reread.

Gongyi Xiao was good because of how genuinely good he's trying to be, despite the fact that he's stuck as a part of Huan Hua Palace, with a Palace Master and a Little Palace Mistress who seem worse than useless. He's trying his best to keep things civil and avoid falling into mob mentality. He spares Zhuzhi-Lang when Shen Qingqiu points out the demon hasn't done anything, so he's willing to view demons as not being entirely evil, and then he gets tragically killed off when Zhuzhi-Lang decides to mark him as an enemy and he's just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He helps Shen Qingqiu escape the Water Prison because he thinks the man is being sexually and physically abused by the new head disciple, Luo Binghe. I also like the jealousy he can invoke in Luo Binghe and I think there's an interesting potential connection to Su Xiyan, which also has cool fic potential.

Sha Hualing was good because she's just so obnoxious and dangerous and at the same time a little pathetic. I mean, I still wish that SVSSS did a little more with their female characters, because even if some of them have interesting personality quirks, they're a little flat and don't have much power over the plot. But Sha Hualing does at least have a hand in launching a few important events and scenes, pretty much because she likes causing trouble and has great ambition, even if she keeps getting her ass kicked. I like the fact that she apparently backstabbed her father, because that couldn't have just been because of Luo Binghe. I like the fact that Liu Mingyan's face apparently left her speechless. I like the fact that she keeps losing the fucking top of her stupid skimpy outfit and flashes her breasts several times and still won't change it. It's just for comedy, I know, but I can still use it to build up my vision of a horrible little gremlin woman who wants to conquer the world but has gotten stuck with a shitty boss, and maybe doesn't so much want to conquer the world as she wants to be fawned over and start shit.

Favorite moments from the main story:

This is also kind of hard to decide, because there are a lot of good moments, and they're good for lots of different reasons. It's difficult to rank comedic moments against tragic ones against action scenes against the more sentimental moments. And I'm obviously not able to rank objective quality when tastes are so subjective. So this list won't actually be properly ranked and will be more a little random as I struggle to remember particularly striking moments, focusing more on genuine sentiment than the comedy.

Just before the Immortal Alliance Conference, when Binghe is 17 and recently returned from a mission, and Shen Qingqiu asks him what he would be willing to go through in order to be strong.

I like this sequence because it shows off the level of affection between Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe. It shows off how Luo Binghe has flourished under a teacher who cares (and we know that Binghe has been training as a demon for the past few years as well, so there’s some intrigue going on) and introduces us to the Zheng Yang sword. It shows us how much Shen Qingqiu trusted Binghe with as his head disciple, when he's just leaving admin work to Binghe without needing to look it over, and how Binghe is kind of a workaholic (due to his desire to prove himself worthy) and how Shen Qingqiu is so laidback and content when he's allowed control over his own life. There are lots of soft moments in these scenes. There are some funny moments.

We learn that Shen Qingqiu has resolved to distance himself from the protagonist, so that pushing him into the Abyss will hurt less, and then he keeps failing because he can't help but praise and reward Luo Binghe for his efforts. It shows off Shen Qingqiu's dread over the Endless Abyss. How much he doesn't want to hurt Binghe but how he's convincing himself that it's necessary for the protagonist's development. It shows off the compartmentalization that Shen Qingqiu is doing. And yet Shen Qingqiu can't help but try and prepare Binghe in some way, and it's fascinating to imagine what Binghe must have been thinking in that moment and after that moment.

There's a lot of fascinating character and relationship stuff being done in these few scenes, compelling our attachment to them by showing their affection, and upping the tension by showing Shen Qingqiu's dread.

Mobei-Jun and Shang Qinghua's first appearances, in the middle of an Immortal Alliance Conference going terribly wrong. Yes, I'm pushing their introductions together.

Look, I'm biased towards these two, and maybe the scenes rise above the others partly with the benefit of hindsight, but that's fine! Shang Qinghua is striking from the get-go if only because of his apparent cheerfulness in the middle of a horrific invasion, after we’ve just witnessed several disturbing and violent disciple deaths, and Shen Qingqiu reveals him to be the logistics lord of Cang Qiong and a spy. And THEN MOBEI-JUN APPEARS, an ice-cold badass from the get-go, the protagonist’s future right-hand man showing up five hundred chapters early to open the Endless Abyss! He gets a kickass fight scene first with Shen Qingqiu, then with Luo Binghe, wrecks Luo Binghe’s life, and then leaves because...??? He’s interested to see where this goes? He’s bored? He’s decided that he’s started enough shit? He’s a total wildcard. We have seen so much horrific violence and death here, and it is squarely Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun’s fault! They’re both such villains! It’s very fun.

These scenes are also fun because of the worldbuilding they do for the PIDW story (Luo Binghe’s future as Demon Emperor), the monsters, the Demon Realm, Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, and the cultivation world in general. They also launch Shen Qingqiu’s relationship with his fellow transmigrator, which is one of my favorite relationships in the story, even if Shen Qingqiu only tells us that he’s realized Shang Qinghua is a transmigrator after the story is over.

Yue Qingyuan revealing his full history with Shen Jiu and apologizing to Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan), who makes it clear to Yue Qingyuan that he’s not angry but gently puts some distance between them, because the person who should hear this is no longer present.

The Yue Qi and Shen Jiu story is a very sad one. I like how these reveals recontextualize Shen Qingqiu’s relationship with Yue Qingyuan. I like how it’s revealed to us that the Xuan Su sword saps away Yue Qingyuan’s lifeforce, that he damaged his own soul trying to save Shen Jiu, and that he was imprisoned in the Lingxi Caves. It’s all very compelling and tugs at the heartstrings. It feels rewarding to me to get this backstory. And Yue Qingyuan is apparently possibly dying at the time that he reveals all of this to Shen Qingqiu.

And for all the trouble that Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan) has caused Yue Qingyuan by his miscommunication and flailing around trying not to die, I think that he handles this incredible difficult situation pretty well despite the intense pressure that they’re all under. (The Demon and Human Realms are merging! Cang Qiong Mountain Sect is set to merge with the Endless Abyss!) Shen Yuan is sad that Shen Jiu can’t hear this. He very obviously pretends that he didn’t hear any of this, essentially telling Yue Qingyuan that he will have to live if he want to talk about this later, so don’t die, Yue Qingyuan! He makes it clear that he’s no longer angry at the same time that sort of... rebuffs Yue Qingyuan’s attempts to treat him as Shen Jiu? He makes it clear that their relationship will never be that intimate again, even if he has no hard feelings.

Because Shen Yuan feels like if anyone should be hearing this and offering forgiveness, then it should be Shen Jiu, and that it’s not his place to step forward and take over that particular relationship speaking for Shen Jiu. He’s pretty graceful about it. He took over someone else’s life and he can’t tell anyone (at least that’s how I’ve interpreted it, and I don’t blame Shen Yuan for not testing his luck against a System that has spent the past few years threatening to kill him if he doesn’t perform adequately to its standards, doing things he doesn’t want to do, in extremely high pressure situations). And Yue Qingyuan has to accept this rebuff gracefully as well.

Shen Qingqiu carrying and protecting an unconscious Luo Binghe in the Holy Mausoleum, fighting against the last-breath candles and blind corpses, then fighting against Qiu Haitang and the Palace Master.

It’s kind of funny to reach the point where Shen Qingqiu stops running away from Luo Binghe, because despite the cold shoulders and the miscommunication and the previous trust in the protagonist halo, Shen Qingqiu just can’t bear to let Luo Binghe die. He can’t bring himself to risk it. He’s so aghast at Tianlang-Jun for not giving a shit about his son. He kind of even seems angry about it.

I like the worldbuilding done in the Holy Mausoleum, even if parts of it are a little confusing to me. I enjoy a lot of the traps in this particular dungeon. I think that the last-breath candles are enchanting little creatures. I think that paring them with the blind corpses makes for an interesting threat and a compelling series of horror scenes. I think the state that the Old Palace Master and Qiu Haitang is pretty freaky in a fascinating way. I think that the Old Palace Master’s death at the hand of those little plants attracted to spiritual energy is disturbing, and that it was a clever move on Shen Qingqiu’s part to get the man to kill himself.

And the scene of Shen Qingqiu kissing Luo Binghe’s forehead in the coffin, in order to hide the light of his demon mark, is pretty striking.

Shen Qingqiu’s confrontation with Luo Binghe in the Water Prison and then escaping the Water Prison with Gongyi Xiao.

This is where we get even more insight into Luo Binghe’s post-Abyss mindset and I think it’s where we get the first bit of real insight into Luo Binghe’s difficulties with the Xin Mo sword. His conversation with Shen Qingqiu is frustrating and alarming, because Shen Qingqiu just won’t talk and Luo Binghe is angry even if he doesn’t want to kill Shen Qingqiu. There’s intrigue with how Luo Binghe became the new head disciple of Huan Hua Palace. There’s intrigue with how Shen Qingqiu intends to get out of this and how the Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom will be involved in his escape. On one hand, I don’t want Shen Qingqiu to stick around and die and it would be fun to see him in a plant body, but on the other hand, I do think Luo Binghe deserves some explanation.

And then the whole thing with Shen Qingqiu losing his clothes because of the Little Palace Mistress’ whip and Luo Binghe offering his outer robe, which is funny as hell. Because Luo Binghe is hot for his teacher and then angry that Shen Qingqiu won’t even accept this much from him. And Shen Qingqiu is thinking, “Hey, this is the robe Luo Binghe would offer to his love interests after having sex with him. I can’t possibly put this on??? It’s inappropriate.”

Which leads to Gongyi Xiao assuming that Shen Qingqiu is being physically (yes) and sexually (no) abused by Luo Binghe (no), and breaking Shen Qingqiu out of the Water Prison. Because he’s a good boy!

I definitely chose those scenes pretty randomly, but they’re scenes I liked! I don’t know if I can rank things in a definitive order.

Honorable mention to the stuff in Jin Lan City, which is also all fun. It’s very compelling and disturbing and intriguing. And meeting Master Wu Chen in Jin Lan City, who has lost his legs from like the knee-down due to the plague. When we meet Master Wu Chen again later in the series, when the sects are meeting to discuss what the fuck to do about Tianlang-Jun, Master Wu Chen has prosthetic legs now! That’s cool! After all the action at Maigu Ridge is over, Master Wu Chen (who is the one who helped Su Xiyan) helps take Tianlang-Jun back to Zhao Hua Monastery to help him with his broken plant body! Where’s my Wu Chen / Tianlang-Jun rarepair, huh? They’re at the very least bros.

Anyway, this has been fun! Thanks!

#elaine2895 #ask tossawary #tossawary svsss #tossawary rereads svsss #shen yuan #luo binghe #shang qinghua #gongyi xiao #tianlang jun #zhuzhi lang #sha hualing #wu chen #yue qingyuan #spoilers #character death

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Pray I won't catch you

Requested by @steven-grants-world

Dark!Moonknight!Marc Spector x Thief!reader

Author Note: Hello!👋 I decided to make the Moonknight version of Marc. I hope that's alright. :) But a yandere version is in the works!!

Category: Twisted Letter - I recommend you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<- if you haven't already.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: Mention of murder, mention of violence, threats and blood.

Hi there, do you remember me?

I really hope you do. You're probably wondering who I am, right? You're a tough cookie to hunt down, sweetheart. You've made me beat your criminal friends right and left, but you're extremely lucky they stood loyal and didn't tell me your exact whereabouts.

I am genuinely surprised how big your organization was. If I wouldn't have had the suit they would have probably killed me.

You know, at first I thought you were like every other thief, thinking they wouldn't be caught only for them to be caught. I was surprised to see how you managed to slip away every goddamn time!

Remember that one time where I actually catched you? Your desperate attempts to fight me off while I had you pinned against that brickwall. Well when I ripped your mask off... I have to say you had a pretty face for a thief.

You almost faced justice by my hands, but you played your cards right... you kicked me in the fucking balls - catching me off guard and dropping you while three of your companions sneaked up behind me only to whack me across the face with a wrench, and beating the living shit out of me with a baseball bat.

I bet you tried contacting them, right? I gotta say, you did the right thing to run away so your pretty eyes would be spared from the bloodshed that was done there.

Well and now? Let's just say your three 'friends' won't be recognizable by the Police.

Do you know how much of a pain in the ass you are? You're like an annoying fly, flying around, too fast to be catched - but in the end, I guarantee you that catching you will be satisfying.

And speaking of catching... did I made you paranoid? Did you shit your pants? Because the last time you were robbing a store, the thief wasn't you, instead it was an old woman, who had been forced to run away, making everyone at the scene believe it was you.

Although my blood was boiling when you had escaped again, I felt myself kind of... enjoying the hunt...

Call me mentally insane but you're like a challenge - a price to be catched. And I like challenges - so... challenge accepted I guess..

But I have to ask you, how long do you think you can play this game? I am beating your criminal companions up like they're some sort of crash test dummys meant to be dropped unconscious or beaten brain dead.

Sooner or later you will be all alone, no more companions will be by your side - already in prison or... buried...

Your best chances would be to just give up and surrender. But I know exactly you won't be doing that, you're goddamn stubborn.

And I'm sure you know what stubborn people like you need, right? You need to be punished. You have to face the consequenses of your actions. And I - Moonknight, am just the perfect person to do just that - catch and punish you.

You better brace yourself, because I am getting closer and closer to catching you, and then, you won't be able to escape.

But don't be afraid, I am not the typical hero you see in those Marvel or DC movies. You can call me an anti-hero if you will. And I think you know what that means - if you do the right choices, I may show mercy and won't deliver you to the police. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook though...

Believe me when I say it will only be a matter of time before I will finally catch you, you won't be able to run and hide forever. And when I have you in my grasp again? Well...

Now with all that out of the way, I'm sure your kind companion I gave the letter to has finally arrived and handed it to you? That's good, because I think you need some much needed time to think about your next move - but remember your time is running out.

And when the time has ran out? I really hope you pray I won't catch you...

-- M. S. aka Moonknight.

#dark!marc spector #yandere moonknight #Moonknight #marc spector

[eclipsebyler]

BYLER FIC RECS PT 2

Okay, so I'm here with another part! Compiling all my recent favorite reads (with commentary this time because I'm very normal about byler fics...) Anyway, sharing is caring because my bookmarks are becoming longer. So here you go.

• We Will All Go Together When We Go by perexcri

The Apocalypse, romcom Byler fic! Ongoing, chaptered, 30k words so far. I know I've rec this in a recent post but I'm including it here again because I LOVE and enjoyed everything in this fic, down to Byler's characterisation, esp Mike's, and their playful yet tensioned dynamics. It's so chefs kiss. There's enough amount of they-get-stuck-in-the-upside-down suspense, comedy, and slow burn fluff. Highlight of this fic is that Will has a gun and Mike has a flashlight. That's all you have to know to give it a read.

baby, we're perfect by bookinit

A fresh take on established byler relationship! Oneshot, 16k words. I don't know how to describe this glorious fic without it being a spoiler so you just have to read it. The Fluff and Angst are both in extremes, you've been warned. It made me cry, for real. Had to stare at a wall for a few moments because of some scenes. Like the title says, it was PERFECT. A devastatingly beautifully written work I owe this author my life for what they did in this fic.

i'd make a deal with god by smoosnoom

A fix-it fic for vol2 featuring Castle Byers and Rain kiss. Will attempting to rip the bandaid off and Mike not letting him. Oneshot, 15k words. Anything by this author has me in a chokehold and a puddle of feelings, seriously. Their fix it series is a MASTERPIECE. The way they write Will's POV here absolutely destroyed me. It encompasses his story so painfully and beautifully and just everything about him is so— I badly want it to be canon he deserves the BEST. And might I add that the way they showcased the Byers-Hopper family bond here is everything I adore. Please if you haven't read this, you should.

make me your future history by andiwriteordie

Byler through the years, childhood friends to lovers fic! Oneshot, 10.9k words. I am absolutely a sucker for childhood promises being fulfilled (and broken) till they grow up so I ADORE this fic so much. Not to mention this author is one of my favorites and they carry the byler ao3 tag on their back and always deliver the BEST fics. There's a lot of angst and also a lot of fluff and it's something I can just reread again and again and again and won't get tired of it. It deserves more reads and love!

Gotta Be A Strange Twist of Fate by PoeticPatron

The fantasy D&D Byler fic! Oneshot, 26k words. Another fic I'm rec-ing again because it deserves more recognition. I really, really enjoyed and adored reading the adventures of the party in a fantasy action setting and the way the author incorporated the D&D lore here was so good. This fic was so wonderfully written and sweet in all the right amounts for friendships and romance. The Paladin and the Cleric being soulmates against all odds and prophecies? Say no more!

A Darker Timeline by egg98

The au where everyone stopped believing Will was alive and he was stuck in the Upside Down for three years and only came back to the real world in Season 4 timeline. Ongoing, chaptered, 24k words so far. Like the title says, it's A Darker Timeline, can't emphasize that enough, so much trauma and horror is delved in this work especially for Will, but also the party. The author's writing style is so hauntingly captivating- every chapter leaves me at the edge of my seat. I am so hooked with this 'what if' scenario and this unique, creative concept because it opens a lot of possibilities and changes to the characters and the plot! Will especially with his UD abilities and his personality.. beware of a grim and more badass Will plus emotionally scarred party. It's written so WELL so you should give it a try! (It's more on the psychological horror side though, the romance aspect is very slow burn.)

the boyfriend problem by RomeoWrites

The fic where the Wheelers (especially Ted) thinks Mike and Will have been boyfriends since forever. Oneshot, 15k words. Who would've thought I'd read a fic where Ted of all people don't have a heteronormative view of romance? I very much enjoyed reading him embarrassing Mike every chance he gets, this fic gave me so much JOY it was such a funny and sweet and fluffy read! If you're looking for some lighthearted, family dynamics and eventual getting together of two oblivious gay teenagers— this is the fic!

The Dad Who Stepped Up by MagikMask

Hopper and Will bonding fic (and of course, Hopper being protective of Will especially when it comes to one Michael Wheeler). Oneshot, 7.8k words. I've been enjoying every Byers-Hopper or Wheeler family dynamics fic there is and it's even more enjoyable if Byler gets tangled up in it. This fic focuses more on Hopper trying his best to be a good dad to Will, but the Byler and Hopper parts of this fic gave me healing, so I have to rec it!

r/byler by danteapot

Mike Wheeler if he's on reddit, social media fic. Oneshot, 5k words. This fic was so fun and amusing to read and the social media aspect fitted so well, I could totally imagine Mike oversharing his problems online and asking for advices lmfao. Trust him to always talk about Will on every spaces and still not realize he's in love with him. He's just so oblivious and I love him for it.

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this). by blackdeathmamba

Post S4 college roommates Byler and miscommunication trope fic! The miscommunication in question is just them accidentally kissing all the time and having different thoughts on it. Three chapters, completed, 16.8k words. I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's one of the best and funniest work I've ever read. Byler are so disgustingly in love but they are also painfully oblivious about it. It's a competition on who's more of an idiot between them while you read through their POVs and it gave me immense joy and pain reading through it. I swear to God, these bitches are so gay, and this fic just showcased that. Please read it to brighten your day.

i need you more than anyone darling (you know that i have from the start) by friendstolovers

Instead of Byler getting murrayed, this is Byler getting Jonathaned fic (In a gentler and more subtle way as the tags says). Oneshot, 5.7k words. Mike finally comes to his overdue realisations (thanks to Jonathan) and attempts to climb bedroom windows to be romantic. They finally talk and confess and it's just the cutest and sweetest thing ever I swear.

without heart by aceoflanterns

Will Byers and the Upside Down (the mysteries between his connection to Vecna and his powers) fic. Completed, chaptered, 31k words. I am once again rec-ing this because I can't help go back to this fic when I need to read complex takes on Will surrounding vol2 and possible S5 plot! The author's writing style is one of the best and my personal favorites. It's art, a masterpiece, everything about it — down to the plot, the conversations, the characterisations, the family and friendship and romance dynamics. Even the Upside Down horrors with Vecna and the Mind Flayer and Will. How much Will's love for Mike and his love for everyone helped him (and their love for him, too.) Personally think this had lots of fresh creative takes, an interesting theory written in a fic. It's long and a worth it read! Totally in awe of this work.

i’d love to see me from your point of view by unidentifiedblackthorn

The fic where Byler gets high together and they let loose their disaster gay feelings. Oneshot, 8k words. Got me giggling, blushing, kicking my feet in the air, for real. The amount of cuddling, flirting and kissing this fic had made me sick (in the best way). I think Byler in Season 5 deserves a moment like this because of their decade long pent up feelings and pining, these gays deserve a break and just... be gay together. Anyways this fic was such a wonderful read! If you want to drown in fluff read this. (Also brb this author just posted a sequel to this fic, gotta read 🏃Probably gonna be a part of my next fic rec thread lol).

So that's it for now. Enjoy reading, everyone. And please if you guys have some recs feel free to drop me some, too! I need more fics to read.

#byler #byler fics #byler fic recs #pt 2 #feel free to send me recs too #to the authors of these fics ilysm

[squadrah]

So I don't know if you've already answered something like this but this is something that keeps slipping my mind. La Squadra are described as men who "aren't trusted by anyone" due to theor professions. But...I can see Formaggio, Prosciutto, MAYBE Gelato being among the few ones who have a proper social life (outside La Squadra). How would that work though? Do they hang out with normies/civvies but aren't totally close with them? Do they lie about their jobs to them or don't answer if they're never asked?

Hmm, I'm actually not sure if I have ever tackled this! They are definitely not trusted by anyone at Passione (and seeing as how they are basically the garbage disposal to the "garbage" in and of the mafia, that is understandable), and they probably have no daytime jobs because then their movements would be extremely limited - imagine excusing yourself from the office and hours later a murder occurs, etc. In this manner they are also isolated from work, and it would make sense for them to have left their families behind long ago, if they had any to begin with.

But I like the idea of a semblance of a social life, so I'll go with the three characters mentioned!

Formaggio: He seems young and hot-blooded enough that he would never be out of place at a club or bar, but I think his primary source of social life would come from the streets. I can see a stray cat of his caliber having a wide territory, and being an outgoing person in every sense, he would end up casually chatting with fellow loiterers, street food vendors, kids and adolescents - whoever is around. Think Mista asking the two girls if they wanted to play; that is exactly how I imagine Formaggio going about it. It's not a deep thing, of course, because most of these acquaintances were made slightly, so it's always the most superficial chitchat you can imagine, but even just exchanging a "yo!" or "how's it hanging?" with his own ilk would be enough for Formaggio to feel like the talk of the town.

Gelato: He likes to go to town as much as the next guy, but unlike Formaggio, he doesn't roam about because he has a handful of favorite haunts where he can sit down and crack open a cold one at the bar, and chat up whoever is sitting next to him. Nobody really gets familiar in the seedy places he enjoys the most, so he can usually get away with "If I told you what I did, I would have to kill you!" followed by a hearty laugh and a call for more drinks, and nobody will think anything of it - and since he has approximate knowledge of many things, he will always find some topic he can discuss, or coax some interesting subject or drama out of a down-on-their-luck patron and chew it over with them over a packet of cigarettes. At any rate, Sorbet and the gang are more than enough for him to never feel lonely.

Prosciutto: I left him for last because his case is the trickiest for me personally. On the one hand, he strikes me as someone who isn't a great deal in need of society because he has at least one person if not eight people to micromanage, but on the other hand, that would be the perfect reason to get away from time to time, right? He, like the rest, would probably spend a good time at the gay bar down the street and drink or play cards, but I could also see a more unconventional avenue for him if he used The Grateful Dead to age himself. Imagine him doing that and joining an elderly book club where he can talk about stuff he's read and all he has to do is lie about his life and maybe have Ghiaccio pick him up sometimes parading as his grandson. The gossip there is amazing, by the way.

#jjba #la squadra #formaggio #gelato #prosciutto #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Fandom people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @harriet-bailes

3 Ships you like: Marith, Raeda, Catbirds (Laura/Shelley). (Bonus mention of Crowley/Aziraphale because I can't not mention them, but I think literally everyone already knew.)

First ship ever: believe it or not, but my having-identified-as-aroace-for-a-long-time-and-only-recently-realised-sapphic ass feels like they don't ship very much, I tend to just follow what I'm presented with and either like or dislike that, but I generally don't necessarily Will It one way or another. So going with the kind of definition of shipping where I myself wanted things in canon to go a certain way? Huntara/Perfuma. (I also love where canon ended up though!) The only other time I actively shipped was Laura/Shelley. (However if the definition of ship here is the first pairing I actively liked, the answer here would have been Neo/Trinity.)

Last song you heard: Benjamin Clementine - Ode From Joyce

Favourite childhood book: Tim de Merel. (The title means Tim the blackbird.) I've never been much of a reader and I don't think I necessarily grasped the full context of the book as a child, but it's basically a blackbird who leaves his nest/garden and has adventures all over the world. (I only recently realised the book is him writing letters to his parents about his adventures, even though the cover of the book is literally made to look like a postcard I feel like I missed that fact back then (I really was quite young when I read it). But it makes sense that that's why stories in the book were segmented the way they were. It worked perfectly for my audhd brain though.) I really liked the fact that the animals in the book were not made to be too human, they very much were still fully animal. I liked animals so much better than people (I didn't like people at all truth be told), which explains why it was one of the very few books I liked. (Another book I liked was about a really small human girl who had adventures in the animal world, I didn't necessarily like her, but I really liked the animals. It had great pictures, too.)

Currently reading: as I said, I don't really read. But a very nice book that's been laying next to my bed the last 2 years is Braiding Sweetgrass, which was a gift from a good friend. I've read a little bit of it, eventually I'll read more if it. I'm sure it's really good :) (Talking fanfic, I'm reading Seasons of Lilith - the story that follows after Answers For Mary. At the moment I'm also slow with reading fanfic though.)

Currently watching: nothing really, though I generally do tend to watch a lot of things. I'm a bit in-between things with so many shows having been cancelled. I just finished a rewatch of Sense8 though. I love it and it's extremely beautiful, but it's also rather more violence filled than where my current taste is at.

Currently consuming: warmth. (It's 9:30pm and I'm cold and tired. I had enough to eat with supper, so I'm enjoying some blankets now.)

Currently craving: peace, rest. Both personally and globally. (In daytime it'll be the same answer with the addition of candy, I've really been enjoying candy recently. I think my brain has been needing extra sugar.)

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @nobodyorlando @impromptugarrote @jyou-no-sonoko19 @tokyoterri2 @hydr0phius @confessions-of-ailu (< I still owe you a reply from my main blog - I'm so sorry it's taking me so long!)

Anyone else who wants to do this one, consider yourselves tagged by me! (Apologies if I tagged you and you've already done this.)

#tag game #I'm also going to tag this with 'ask' because there's questions in it that I'm answering :) #ask #thank you for the tag! this was nice #I don't think I've ever been asked about ships before. I think I hadn't really thought about it either. it was nice to think about.

[skzhocomments]

Careless Mistakes - Lee Know Oneshot Fanfic

Pairing: Minho (Lee Know of Stray Kids) x Violet (OC - story written in 2nd person)

Genre: angst, romance, very explicit smut, angry sex, enemies to lovers

Word Count: ~7.6k

Warnings: extremely sexually graphic, anal, the traffic light system, swearing, slight bullying, angst, crying, character is poor and starving herself, mention of eating disorder, probably others.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Minho or any other SKZ members’ true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad: click here and AO3: click here

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

Your whole life has been uprooted after your dad unexpectedly passed away two months ago, leaving behind your younger sister you decided to care and provide for no matter what. To be able to give her the same lifestyle she was used to, you had to take up another job. Minho had no way of knowing that. For him, you were just an annoying stylist that kept messing everything up, making careless mistakes. You got tired of his antics, hearing him swear at you over and over again, so you proposed the most logical illogical thing: fucking it out. After all, angry sex is the best way to cool off.

© all rights reserved by skzho (Tumblr) / storminsidemycore (Wattpad) / storminsidemycore (AO3)

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"I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking kill her!" Minho shouted annoyed as soon as he got backstage, trying to tug his shirt back into the damn belt.

"Come on, man, don't be like that." Jisung tried to comfort him, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Just get over it."

"No! I told everyone countless of times I'm uncomfortable with my abdomen showing, what can't she fucking get? I swear, it's either intentional, or she's bad as fuck at her job and should be fired."

"Don't be so harsh on her, I'm sure she's doing her best. She's just new. She's been with us for what, 8 months?"

"She's doing her best, my ass. First, she gave me that tight ass necklace I had to rip off mid-dance because it was literally strangling me. Then she gave me those annoying boots with the impossible zipper, and I had to focus for half the performance to not continue barefoot. Then, the freaking sunglasses! Doesn't she know what choreographies we have? Unless she literally glues them on, they are bound to fly off my head! But that's nothing. Today she fucking topped it! If this is her best, then she should get the fuck out of this place, she's clearly not meant for it." He ripped off the earpiece, angrily.

"I understand you're annoyed, and I get you, but-" Jisung started, before getting interrupted again.

"Is Violet still here?" He asked a staff member, who pointed him towards the girl. He didn't hesitate to march over.

"Yo." He said shortly, annoyance in his tone.

"Hello, Minho. Great performance!" You smiled, complimenting him. "You danced really well and looked amazing on stage, as always. You're a great performer. You too, Jisung." You smiled at the boy following Minho sheepishly as well.

The antipathy Minho has been harbouring towards you for the past few weeks was unknown to you, so you didn't have any reason to believe that what he was going to say would actually be meant to hurt you. You just smiled as he started spitting venom at you.

"Yea, not thanks to you. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you read one simple instruction?"

Of course, he had no way of knowing that you've been having a really harsh time lately, that you indeed couldn't focus on your job that well considering everything that happened, that your whole life has been uprooted after your dad unexpectedly passed away two months ago and that you've been running on 4 hours of sleep as you took care of your younger sister and got a second job to be able to offer her the same lifestyle she lived until now.

He couldn't have known.

"I'm sorry?" You replied, tilting your head, confusion written all over your face.

Minho chuckled mockingly. "You're sorry? Did you even get what you did wrong, or should I spell it out for you?"

"Uhm... please. If there is anything I did that upset you that much-" you hated how your voice quivered, but you hated him a little bit more for acting like this towards you. "The necklace this time wasn't tight... and I didn't give you any more boots with zippers, so..."

You watched over at Jisung who was moving his hands around pointing to his blouse frantically. "Was... was it the shirt?" You questioned, remembering that you read one time that one of the members absolutely hated having his abs exposed. You were sure it was Changbin, but you really couldn't remember. The past few weeks were extremely hazy.

"Bingo! Your head is not totally empty! Well done!" He exclaimed, clapping mockingly.

"Uhm... Okay, I will note that down again and-"

"How come I have to tell you what's wrong after every single performance? Are you that incapable of reading the previous stylist's notes, or noticing for yourself?"

"You're right. I'm sorry." You replied, feeling your eyes sting. Everything was getting to be too much. Plus, it's not like you messed up all the time. Sure, he could dislike an accessory every now and then, but you had to dress him basically everyday. He seemed to forget that 6 days out of 7, nothing was wrong with his outfit.

"Sorry this, sorry that. Instead of apologising you'd better do your job right, or even better, quit while you're at it."

Before you got the chance to say anything else, he turned around and left.

You tried your hardest to keep your composure. You couldn't cry yet, when the room was still buzzing with people.

"Don't mind him too much, he's just been stressed." Jisung started, but you just shook your head and smiled.

"That's okay. He's right. I will do better."

"He's kind of an asshole, isn't he?" Jisung whispered, making both of you chuckle. "Thanks for today. I really liked my outfit."

"Thank you, Jisung." You smiled.

"I'll get going, see you later?"

"Sure." You smiled, feeling a bit better. Jisung did have a way of turning any battleground into a children's park, apparently.

"Violet, girl! Wanna get lunch? We have almost 2 hours until the next shooting starts." One of your coworkers approached you cheerfully. "The other girls are also coming, so I was just thinking we could all eat together. There's a sushi place not far from here and it's delicious!"

Lunch.

Right.

When was the last time I ate? You wondered.

"Oh, sushi sounds great!" You chuckled in a friendly manner. "I have to get something sorted out first, though, so you can go first. I'll join you all if I manage to finish in time." You smiled at your coworker, who nodded.

"That's too bad! Well, we're keeping you a seat, so feel free to come whenever you're done!"

"Of course."

~

Being alone in the empty room, you started rummaging through similar black shirts you could give Minho to change in.

Sure, he was right, but he didn't need to be such a jerk about it. You thought, reminding yourself of the unpleasant encounter. It felt so horrible having him shout at you and looking at you with so much hate.

You were in the wrong, sure. You knew you made a few careless mistakes. But he could've treated you a bit better, like you were a human being, not a punching machine for his verbal abuse.

Finally on your own, you let yourself sit down on the sofa in the corner of the room and cry, letting the tears fall down freely on your cheeks as you kept your head rolled back on the small cushions.

Suddenly, the door opened with force, and you jumped up in surprise, noticing Changbin walk in. You wiped your face as much as you could in the few seconds it took him to spot you, and you smiled at him.

"Sorry, just left my phone here. Didn't you go to lunch yet?" He asked, looking at you. If he noticed you've been crying, he didn't mention it.

"Oh, I just have to finish this quickly, then I'll eat something." You lied once again. You didn't need food, what you needed right now was to cut costs wherever possible to be able to afford your little sister's ballet classes.

You wished she didn't have such expensive passions, but as the oldest, it was your responsibility to take care of her and her interests when there wasn't anyone else to do it. Poor kid had it rough enough already. When your dad remarried and had a daughter with his new wife, she died giving birth to her, so she never even knew a mother figure.

You felt bad, so despite there being a 15-year age-gap between you and her, you tried to be there as much as possible.

"Oh, I see. Found it!" He exclaimed, grabbing his phone from the table.

"Have a nice lunch!" You exclaimed and waved at him, starting to sort through Lee Know's shirts again. You were so dizzy, it was getting hard to focus, but still, you somehow managed to stay awake and find more comfortable items that would fit him in the big pile of clothes brought by their sponsors, and then you sat back down on the sofa and took a small nap.

~

"Done?" Felix laughed as Changbin returned to the table, victoriously showing off his recovered phone.

"Yes! I left it on the table. It's good that no one took it." He chuckled.

"Yea, no one would've noticed someone taking a phone that's not theirs, since that room is always full, right?" Hyunjin asked as he took a small bite of the sliced vegetables.

"Oh, it was quite empty this time, though." Changbin said with his mouth full. "Besides Violet."

"Yea? Why was she still there? I thought the team went to lunch at the sushi place. Didn't she go with them?" Chan asked, curious.

"I know it's not okay to comment on people's bodies or anything, but didn't you guys notice that she's lost a lot of weight and looks rather... frail?" Felix asked the group of boys, knowing full well how drained of energy he was when he used to starve himself.

"She almost passed out last week during shooting." Seungmin said matter-of-factly, making everyone look up at him. "What? Is there something on my face?" He wiped his cheeks.

"What do you mean she passed out?" Minho asked, watching Seungmin closely.

"I said almost. She was in the hallway when I went to the bathroom, and I just saw her lean on a wall, and her knees gave in for a bit, so she fell."

"And?!" Jisung asked, mouth open.

"She said she was just very tired and brushed me off, and since I had to come back to do that 8-man shoot, I didn't really stay and chat." Seungmin shrugged and munched on the rice bowl in front of him.

"I'm a bit worried for her..." Felix said, looking down.

"She did look a bit dejected... but I'm sure she'll be fine, right?" Changbin touched Felix' shoulder, as always admiring how empathetic he was towards others.

"Yea, I will... talk to her!" Felix decided, resolve in his voice.

"So, what did you think about..."

The boys continued talking for a while about the shooting, their new music video and the upcoming busy schedule.

"Anyways, I'm done eating, so I'm gonna head upstairs and rest for a bit until y'all come." Minho stood up after a while, and started leisurely making his way back to the dressing room, set on laying down on the sofa and closing his eyes for a few minutes.

When he put his hand on the handle, he heard your voice through the door, and despite knowing that he shouldn't, he stayed there and eavesdropped. You seemed to be talking on the phone, not too loud, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you, Mimi!"

You seemed excited.

"That's so great to hear! We have to celebrate this! I'll change my schedule to be free on Saturday, so let's eat some cake, what do you say?"

What would be so worth celebrating? And what schedule? As far as Minho knew, there wasn't anything planned for this weekend.

"Of course chocolate, what else, Mimi? Oh, I know, let's buy some meat and we can have a barbecue as well! We didn't have one in a while, did we?"

Barbecue AND a cake? Sounds like fun.

"Two new dresses? For the show?" You asked.

Minho raised a brow. He wasn't supposed to listen to other people's conversation. Should he just enter the room?

"300$ per dress?!" You exclaimed in horror. "Wow!"

He pressed the handle and opened the door, but you didn't notice him getting in, because you were crouched on the floor, as if you were in pain.

"No, Mimi, of course we're going to buy them. I'll figure it out, so don't you worry about anything! Look, my break is almost over, so I have to go. I will get home earlier today, at about 12 AM, but don't wait for me, and go to sleep instead, yea?"

Minho approached you slowly. What were you even going to do until 12 AM? And how is that early?

"You're such a strong girl! Love you too!" You said and ended the call, sighing. Your stomach was hurting, which made it difficult to stand up, and you were so dizzy. How were you going to work the next 10 hours?

"Violet?" Minho asked you, making you stand up way too quickly in horror. The dizziness got to your head, and you felt yourself almost fainting, your knees giving in. Before you fell, Minho caught you and he looked at you almost worried.

You knew better than to think he actually gave two shits about you. Your earlier conversation told you as much, anyway.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you come in." You said and moved away from his grasp.

"How was lunch?" He asked you.

"Good. Since you're here earlier, I found these clothes that you could-"

"What did you eat?"

"Huh?" You asked perplexed. Why did he care?

"What did you have for lunch?"

"Why?"

"Just curious." He shrugged.

"Rice and some vegetables." You lied with a smile. "What about you?"

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where did you eat?" I didn't see you downstairs.

"Oh, I brought food from home." You replied, not missing a beat. It was getting so easy to blurt out this kind of lies.

"What are you celebrating this weekend?"

"Is this some sort of interrogatory?" You laughed. "Nothing that concerns you. Can you try those clothes now?"

"... Sure." Minho replied, grabbing the shirt and the new pants you gave him, heading towards the changing room.

Just then, your other coworkers entered the room.

"Violet! You didn't join us after all!"

"Sadly." You laughed. "I had to find some new clothes."

"Did you eat anything?"

"I did, I brought something from home. Thanks for always taking care of me." You smiled.

"By the way, your sister's recital should be one of these days, right?"

"Oh wow, you remembered!" You chuckled, noticing that Minho still hasn't left the room. You shooed him away, but he seemed to ignore you, and started participating in the conversation.

"What kind of recital?" He showed you a shit-eating grin, happy that he was going to hear what he wanted to hear, after all.

"Oh, her sister is a little ballet prodigy!" One of your coworkers complimented. "She's sooo talented! Best of luck to her!"

"Oh, it was actually today, and she just called me earlier telling me she got the main role!" You smiled, boasting. You were very proud of your little sister for accomplishing this, after your dad's accident. His death was harder on her than it was on you, but she was taking it like a champion.

"No way! She's gonna be Cinderella?! Congrats!" She hugged you.

"Wow, Cinderella!" Minho exclaimed as well. "That's so cute! I wanna see her too, when is her show?"

"I don't know, Minho, I just found out 15 minutes ago that she got the role. Will you go change?" You smiled fakely.

"But Violet, isn't it super expensive?" Your coworker frowned. "Keeping her in classes, and I bet her costumes are going to cost you a lot..."

"Oh, indeed."

"You got a second job, right?" Your coworker further inquired, and you started feeling uncomfortable.

"Yea, I did."

"Poor girl. First you lose your dad, then you have to work this hard at such a young age... Let us know if we can help with anything, hm?" Your coworkers smiled as if they were pitying you, and you hated this. You didn't notice Minho's gaze, nor did you care to look. You indulged in the pleasantries of your coworkers. It wasn't like they were actually going to help you in any way, so you didn't understand why they were pretending to want to be helpful.

Minho eventually left to change without saying anything else, and all the boys soon returned to the dressing room.

"Violet, can I have a word with you?" Felix approached you with a small smile, and both of you headed to the hallway.

"What's up?" You smiled back, noticing that he was fidgeting, looking perturbed.

"I don't want to... bother you with my questions, but..."

"Hey." You put your hand on his left shoulder. It's not like you were friends, but he must've had a reason to ask you to talk privately. "It's okay, you can ask me anything."

"I... uhm... used to do this really bad thing where I wouldn't eat for days trying to lose weight, and..."

"Oh." Now it made sense why Minho asked what you ate today. They talked about you.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not my place to say anything, but I just wanted to let you know that you are already beautiful as you are, and you don't need to lose any weight, but if you want to, you should do it in a healthy way... Changbin-hyung even offered to go to the gym together, if you want..."

"Lix." You smiled. "It's nothing like that."

"Don't lie to me." He looked at you sadly. "I know you haven't been eating. I've seen how tired you are, and I was the same way..."

You felt bad, because Felix clearly went through something and used to have an eating disorder, so this conversation was probably really difficult for him.

"No, you're right. I haven't been eating, but it has nothing to do with losing weight." You furrowed your brows, sadness taking over your expression.

"Then?"

"I just... uhm. This is awkward." You chuckled, not noticing Minho coming out of the changing room on the hallway. "Rent, and my sister's ballet classes are really expensive, and now she will need two dresses for her show, so... I'm cutting costs wherever I can. I'm doing fine with eating once every few days, so don't worry about it." You smiled sadly, noticing Felix's gaze drop.

"You don't have..." he started, just when Minho talked a few metres away from you.

"What are you guys doing?" He grinned. "Violet, these clothes feel way better, I wouldn't have had a screaming fit if you found these first!" Minho chuckled loudly. He didn't want to make it obvious that he's heard your talk with Felix.

"Oh, that's good to hear. Shall we head back, then?" You smiled, and opened the door to the dressing room.

~

~two days later~

No fucking way. Minho thought, fighting every urge to roll his eyes after his bracelet fell off and he had to toss it out of the way on the stage. How come all the other members you dressed didn't have any problems with their clothes or accessories?

Once again, he returned to the dressing room fuming, complaining loudly to Jisung about you.

"Yo, Violet!" He shouted, seeing you relax on the couch.

"Minho, great performance as always!" You smiled, in a fake manner this time.

"Shut up, can you take this off?" He gave you his left arm, and you looked confused at his wrist.

"Take what off? Where is the bracelet?" You furrowed your brows.

"On the fucking stage. After it fucking fell." He replied, annoyed.

"No way!" You exclaimed, waiting for another meltdown like last time.

Fuck, you didn't have energy for this.

Thankfully, Chan approached Minho to talk to him about something.

"He's taking it out too much on you." One of your coworkers commented, making you nod.

"Right?!" You pouted, making her laugh.

"Maybe he has a crush on you." Another coworker said, clearly joking.

"Yea, in what universe?" You joined her laughing. "He's just an angry asshole."

"But Violet, you know what they say, sometimes the best way to let off steam is to have angry sex."

"Oh my god!" You slapped her arm playfully. "Don't say shit like that! What if he hears?" You looked anxiously at Minho, who, despite not being too far, seemed caught up in a conversation with Chan.

Thank God he didn't hear this. It would've been embarrassing as hell.

"If he hears, he might take you up on the offer." She laughed, making you roll your eyes.

"Anyways," your other coworker stopped the madness. "Let's go eat. Are you coming, Violet?"

"Oh, no. I want to rest for a bit before the next job, so I'm gonna stay here and sleep."

"Want us to buy you something, then?"

"No, thank you, I have some food in my backpack, so don't worry!"

You saw Minho turn away to look at you briefly, before he exited the room.

Soon, all your coworkers left as well, so you were left in peace. You've been waiting for lunch break to start and for everyone to leave the room for about two hours now, so you can finally sleep for a bit on the couch.

It's been getting harder and harder to stay awake, since you had really low energy levels after not having eaten more than an apple for 4 days now.

~

"Violet." A voice woke you up, and you opened your eyes, confused by your surroundings.

Oh, this is the dressing room. You realised, pressing your hand on your forehead. Your whole head was hurting.

"You're finally awake. I've been trying to wake you for the past 10 minutes." Minho chuckled.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice groggy. "Is it already 2?"

"No, it's barely 12:30. I was in the mood for some peace and quiet, so I thought I'd get lunch here. I bought too much. Wanna eat together?"

"Hm?" You were now fully awake, and smelling the food made your stomach hurt even worse. You were so hungry.

"Come, let's eat." He dragged a table closer to the sofa and started opening up a few containers with fresh food from the cafeteria.

It smelled great.

Minho gave you some chopsticks and a spoon and placed a bottle of water in front of you.

"This is really good." You smiled, tasting the chicken soup. After examining all the contents on the table, you realised that he only brought foods good for the stomach: chicken soup, fish, rice, apricots.

"I'm glad you like it."

"You... heard me and Felix the other day, didn't you?" You asked, avoiding his gaze.

"Mhm." He hummed. "I did."

"Thank you... but you didn't have to."

"Yea, I know. Not for my dummy stylist who messes up my look everytime and annoys the shit out of me, anyway." He shrugged.

"Yah, don't be like that!" You frowned.

"It's the truth though." He shrugged again, before bursting out into laughing. He really seemed to enjoy messing with you.

"When is Cinderella's ballet show?" He asked, looking at the food, as if embarrassed.

"What?" You asked, being taken aback by the sudden change of topic.

"Your sister's-"

"In 3 months."

"You're not gonna miss it if you're coming with us to the US, right?" He asked you, concerned. "You're coming, right?" He quickly added, as if scared to hear a negative response.

"Of course I'm coming." You chuckled. There was no way in hell you would miss an opportunity to travel through the major cities in the US with all expenses paid, while you got three times your salary. "And no, the show is exactly one week after we return, so I won't miss anything."

"That's great. Can I come see her too?"

"Wh-what?" You choked on your food, grabbing the bottle on the table and taking a big gulp of water.

"I'm curious, and I haven't seen a ballet in ages."

"They're all children, Minho. They won't be professionals like you guys." You chuckled.

"It doesn't matter. Get me a ticket?"

"Pfft." You laughed again. "Okay. Sure."

"Let me pay for her dresses." He blurted out, quietly, and you weren't sure you heard him right. Surely he wasn't suggesting giving you money.

"What?" You smiled, not knowing what to think.

"They are pretty expensive for you, but they don't mean anything to me, and I'd like to buy them."

"Uhm. Why?"

"Just because."

"Because of what?" You questioned further, looking at him in confusion.

"Because I want to. What do you want me to say?" He asked, annoyed.

"I don't... no." You denied his request, turning away to the food. Minho didn't insist further.

Once you finished eating everything, you felt more energised than ever, so you thanked Minho genuinely and felt ready to conquer the world. Perhaps it wasn't going to be such a shitty day after all.

~

After that day, every time you would have a common schedule with Stray Kids, Minho would either get lunch with you, or force you into coming with him to the cafeteria and buying you lunch.

You got used to his presence and his witty remarks, but he still annoyed to shit out of you with his dislike for various garments or accessories you would give him.

Tonight was the third show in the US, and all of you were in the large venue, preparing the Kids backstage.

The concert was amazing, but as soon as Minho returned, annoyance was once again plastered all over his face. You were not in the main room, so he went to find you, and you were resting in a quiet place – the stairs of the hallway for the Staff. No one bothered to come here during the concert.

"Violet!" He groaned.

"What is it this time?" You rolled your eyes, annoyed. Why did he keep disturbing your quiet time after each concert?

"My cap fell off, and my earpiece got stuck in the fucking earring you gave me!" He shouted at you, and you stood up, facing him.

You had enough.

You went right in front of him, your chests almost touching, while you looked into his fiery eyes.

"You know what, Minho? You're whining so fucking much, I should be the one to say that you annoy the shit out of me."

"Oh yea?" He said, as if threatening you. "If you did your job right..."

"Look, no one else ever has any complains, so what is it with you? 'My ring is too big!'; 'The hair clip is scratching my head!'; 'My pants are too tight!'. Grow the fuck up!"

He seemed taken aback for a second, before smirking at you. You never showed this much resistance before, and he kinda liked it, although he preferred... more obedient girls.

He was sure you're gonna be the obedient type, though.

"You're truly the worst stylist I've ever seen." He challenged you, still sporting the dumb smirk.

"You know what, Minho? Maybe my coworker is right."

"About what?" Minho tilted his head.

You must be crazy.

But he was so close to you, and his perfume mixed with his natural scent after sweating on the stage was intoxicating. He was too close.

Violet, stop. You tried telling yourself, but when did you ever listen?

"We should fuck it out." You said plainly, glancing straight into his eyes.

"I'm not sure you want that, Violet. I'm not sure you can handle me taking all my anger out on you like that."

"Try me." You said again, confidence lacing your tone, as he pressed his body on yours and pinned you up against the wall, kissing you hungrily.

Your kiss was heated, and you wanted nothing more than to fuck him right there, but it was too risky. Any staff member could come in the hallway and see you.

"What is your room number?" Minho stepped away from you, lust visible in his eyes.

"42. Are you coming tonight?"

"No, baby." He chuckled. "I'm going to send you a present, and you're going to come to mine at exactly 11:30 PM, wearing it. Number's 143. Yea?" His hand was on your neck, fingers brushing your skin gently, as his eyes expectedly looked at you.

"Mhm." You nodded, already feeling excitement pool down in your stomach.

"Good girl." He kissed you again, before turning around and leaving you there all flustered. He just knew you were going to be the obedient type.

~

No way.

When you heard a small knock on your door at 10 PM, you weren't sure what to expect. Opening it, you saw one of the room service ladies holding two luxury black bags.

"Miss Violet? I have a delivery for you." She handed you the shopping bags hastily, then left.

The first bag contained a small box with a pair of Louboutin red bottom black high heels. You weren't sure how you were going to walk on them, but they were pretty, and considering the brand, expensive as heck.

Maybe you could sell them after tonight to pay for your sister's dresses, after all. You still haven't figured that one out yet. Perhaps you should've taken Minho up on the offer two months ago and let him buy them, since he was going to shower you with such gifts anyway.

You curiously opened the second bag and pulled out a lacy see-through black underwear set, and the sluttiest tight black dress one could find. Wearing it on your body, you took the time to admire yourself in the mirror. It was a strapless neckline, the dress being tight around the waist and supported by your hips, after which the dress would split on both sides of your thighs, dropping lower only about a palm's length.

You certainly never wore such a slutty dress, and the lacy three-piece underwear set – specifically the garters of the set – were totally visible under it.

You only had to go up a few floors, but would it be even remotely appropriate to wear something like this outside the room?

Fucking Minho. You cursed, thinking of what a shit eating smirk he must've had ordering these clothes. You didn't even want to think of tomorrow's walk of shame.

When the clock showed 11:25, you grabbed a black trench coat which you were glad to have brought with you to the US, unaware of the weather, and hugged it tightly around your body, not wanting to risk being seen like the 21st century biggest slut.

You made your way towards the elevator and pressed the 14th floor, then found the third room in the hallway, 143, and knocked.

Minho opened it eagerly, but frowned at the sight of you.

"What's with that?" he pointed to your trench coat, making you snicker.

"You didn't want me to walk through the whole hotel dressed like this, right?" You opened it up, showing him that you indeed wore what he bought for you. It was maybe the boldest thing you've done, but you were too far gone and way too horny to care anymore.

Minho was an ass, but he was attractive, and he had a good side to him as well, noting that he took care of your meals for the past two months. Why not have sex with him too while you're at it?

He stepped aside to let you walk in, and as soon as he closed the door, the trench coat flew off your body, and your back was glued to the door, as he started kissing you eagerly.

A few seconds in, you understood why he picked a strapless dress. Minho started kissing your jawline, then moved on to your exposed neck, sucking and biting your skin harshly. You moaned in pleasure, not giving a shit about how much he was marking you. You liked it.

Your tits were the next to become completely exposed, as he almost tore the dress taking it lower. He didn't even admire the lacy black underwear, he just took it off hastily, and you wondered why he bought it in the first place.

He kissed your chest down to your boobs and bit the sensitive skin on them, making you groan in pain. When you put your hands in his hair to signal him to slow down, he just grabbed them and slammed them tightly against the door, so you couldn't move.

Despite your small whines, he continued sucking on your right breast, his hand having fun with your left boob, fingers massaging and pinching your nipple.

Minho moved his hands on your hips, his mouth still attached to your right breast, as his fingers found the rim of your lacy panties. He took them off swiftly, disconnecting your bodies as he sat down on his knees in front of you.

He looked beautiful.

Without saying anything, he spun you around and spread your thighs apart, connecting his mouth to your pussy.

"Fuck." You moaned, feeling his tongue drawing stripes along your core and separating your folds as he was forcing the entry.

After a while, he moved his tongue up, and started eating out your butthole. You let out a gasp in surprise, as you truly weren't expecting that, and you felt embarrassed. You never did any butt play with anyone else, and you felt insecure, so you tried to turn around, but Minho had other plans, as he gripped your thighs tightly and slapped your left butt cheek powerfully, making you groan in pain once more. His fingers and the hit were sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

When he sensed that you wouldn't move anymore, his right hand moved from your thigh to your clit, and he started massaging it just as his tongue entered your hole.

You didn't know your ass could feel so good, and his fingers working on your clit at the same time brought a powerful orgasm out of you, your knees almost giving in.

You were already a mess, but the night was just beginning.

"Violet, let me tell you how we're gonna work tonight." He started, but you already barely heard him, still trying to recover and to keep your legs from shaking and giving in. Minho also seemed to notice, as he stood up and pressed his body on yours.

You felt his bulge against your ass, and you wondered how good his dick was going to feel deep inside of you.

"We're going to use the traffic light system. Are you familiar with that?" He whispered in your ear, and you shook your head.

"No, I don't think so."

"There are three colours. Green means 'I love it, you can keep going'. Yellow means 'I am a bit uncomfortable. Slow down, but keep going'. And red means 'Stop. I can't take it anymore'. If you use red, we're done. You can trust me to stop. Okay?"

"Yea. Got it." You nodded, feeling his hot breath on your neck.

"Promise me you're going to use red if it gets to be too much. Don't force yourself to please me."

"... I promise." You replied, and you were grateful he was so insistent in making you feel good, not just chasing his own pleasure as most men you had sex with until now would.

Minho didn't let you have any other time to recover from the orgasm. As soon as he heard the magic words promising him you're going to respect your own boundaries, he turned you once more with your back against the door, as he kissed away the hurried gasps that were still coming out of your mouth.

He gripped your dress tightly and took it off you, then grabbed your wrist and took you in front of the bed, grabbing your hair to make you kneel down in front of him.

You watched expectedly as he unbuckled his belt, taking out his dick. Once again, knowing exactly what he wanted, he didn't miss a beat in forcefully sliding his whole length down your throat.

You choked on it, but he didn't care, he just kept guiding your head to suck him off and used your mouth like a fleshlight.

You started tearing up involuntarily and felt your saliva coming out of your mouth and getting everywhere on you and on the floor each time he would take his dick out to let you breathe for air.

You were so wet, you desperately wanted to be touched again, even if you just came less than 5 minutes ago, so you moved your right hand to your clit and started playing with it. As soon as Minho noticed, he pushed his dick as far as it could go in your throat, and chuckled lowly.

"You're so selfish you wanna get off again?" He laughed at you mockingly, taking his member out again and grabbing your chin, raising your head up to look at him. His eyes were dark and full of lust.

He yanked you from the floor and threw you on the bed, starting to take off his clothes.

"Off." He pointed to your garters, the only piece of clothing left on your body, and you obediently followed his orders, remaining naked on the bed while you waited for him to come to you.

You noticed a scar on his abdomen, and you wondered if that was the reason why he was so mad when you gave him a shirt that went too far up, but he didn't leave you much time to think, as he made his way over you and pressed his body on yours, kissing your mouth while he slid in you with ease.

"You fit me so well." He complimented you, moving his mouth to your neck and leaving love bites everywhere he touched, but after a few more thrusts, he pulled out of you and made you turn around with your ass in the air, and he started fucking you doggystyle.

"Fucking hell." You moaned, as you felt his powerful thrusts. Was it dancer's stamina?

Minho spat on your asshole and started spreading his saliva around with his thumb, massaging the entrance. You felt exposed, but couldn't complain as he put his thumb inside, starting to stretch your walls.

"Colour?" He asked, slowing down his movements momentarily.

"Fuck, green." You moaned again, just wanting him to start moving again. His finger in your ass felt good, something that truly took you by surprise, as you never envisioned yourself putting anything up there.

Soon enough, Minho swapped the thumb with two of his fingers, moving them in and out of you as his dick grazed your G spot every time he moved his hips. The stretch was getting a bit uncomfortable, but you soon felt another orgasm creeping in, and started gasping for air as you let go of that knot in your stomach.

"Good girl." Minho whispered, taking his fingers out of you and pressing his thighs on the back of yours, pushing you down on the bed. He seemed to know your knees wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

He moved in and out of your pussy a bit slower while you recovered from your orgasm, and with a last thrust, he took his dick out and rested on top of you for a moment, kissing your shoulders and back, leaving marks everywhere.

When your breathing slowed down after a few seconds, he repositioned himself, this time at your other entrance. His dick started pressing into your ass, and you felt a painful sting that made you close your eyes tightly.

"Minho, it hurts." You whined, feeling him push in.

"I know, baby, can you take it?" He asked you lowly.

"It's... my first time... there." You whined again, feeling hot tears staining your cheeks.

He was hovering above you, and with his tip inside, he brought his face closer to you and whispered.

"Colour?"

"Ugh." You groaned in pain. "Y-yellow."

Hearing you, Minho started pushing into you deeper and bit your right shoulder strongly, making you cry out in pain. The distraction worked, however, as your brain didn't seem to register which was more painful. You sobbed, but he comforted you, whispering sweet words.

"It hurts!" You cried out.

"Shh. I know, I know it does. You can take it, baby. I know you can."

He moved his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs apart, allowing him better access.

"Oh God." You sobbed, feeling him bottom out into you.

He stayed still for a few moments before thrusting his hips back and forth, and you found that with each thrust, the feeling inside your ass was getting less and less unpleasant.

Minho brought his fingers and your clit and rubbed it quickly, as he was mercilessly fucking your asshole.

Being under him like this, with his dick in your ass and his fingers all over your pussy, you blacked out and let yourself experience a third orgasm that night, that was so powerful, you started squirting, something you've never done before. It was so good, it made you see stars. Your ass clenched around his dick, making Minho groan in pleasure.

"Such a slut for me." He grunted. "Do you like getting your ass fucked? Coming on my dick like that?"

You only whined in response, your mind no longer able to form any coherent words.

He continued fucking into you powerfully, before his own orgasm took over, and he cummed inside your ass and filled you up.

Minho plopped down next to you, putting your right leg on his hip as his fingers played with your ass, taking his cum out of it.

He spread it all over your pussy, and got it inside with his fingers as well, as he started fingering you. You rested your head on his shoulders, letting him have his way with your body, and you came for the fourth time that night, whining strongly.

Your body could no longer take it. Instead of letting you go through your orgasm slowly, Minho kept fucking you with his fingers, until you hugged his body tightly, putting your left hand steadily on his back and whispering a small "Red".

Minho stopped immediately, hugging you back.

"You did so well." He praised you. "I loved it so much, Violet."

You didn't have any energy left to reply to him, your body feeling weaker than ever.

You felt his weight disappear from next to you and a big blanket covering your body.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower then run a bath for you. You should also pee, to prevent any UTIs, okay?"

You still didn't hear him, but missed his presence next to you.

You don't know when he picked you up, but you started to become a bit more conscious as he helped you sit on the toilet, and he left the bathroom so you can have your privacy.

You started peeing, feeling both your holes burning up.

Then, you stood up, your legs shaking under your weight, and hopped into the bathtub, letting it fill with you inside of it.

Minho knocked on the bathroom's door after a while.

"Violet, can I come in?" He asked gently, and you replied with a small "Yes", your voice hoarse.

Minho came inside and made his way closer to the bathtub, gently caressing your face.

"Can I wash you?" He asked, and you nodded.

He let the water start draining as he took shower gel into his hands and started spreading it on your arms and body. He washed his hands off the soap and brought his right one down, brushing his fingers on your swollen private parts.

You winced in pain and placed your hand on his, wanting to stop him from touching you any further.

"I'm not going to do anything, Violet. Don't worry. I just want to wash my release off you." He said gently, and you just nodded, trusting him and letting him take care of you.

When he was done washing you, he grabbed a big, white towel and wrapped it around you, as he took you in his arms and put you back on the bed. You took the towel off, wanting to be more comfortable, when you noticed the new sheets.

"Oh, the bed was a mess, so I called reception to have them come and change them." Minho clarified with a smile after seeing your confused expression, making sure you were comfortable under the covers and laying down next to you. He was thoughtful, and you were glad he did that, as the bed was filled to the rim with your release and his.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly, as Minho brushed his hand through your hair gently.

~

Minho woke up the next morning to a bang on his door. He quickly put on some pants and a shirt as he noticed you still sleeping soundly.

Opening the door, he saw Jisung.

"Man, you're going to miss breakfast if you don't hurry up!" He scolded his elder.

"That's okay. I'll order something later." Minho quickly brushed him off, wanting to do nothing more than to come back to bed next to you.

"Anyways, I think I left my Switch here, so I came to get it." He brushed past Minho, not understanding why he was pulling his arm to try and get him out of the room.

And then he saw you sleeping in his bed, naked under the sheets, and he went as red as a tomato. He literally ran out of the room.

"Oh my God, what the hell!"

"Quiet down or you're gonna wake her, idiot." Minho face palmed, finding it amusing how flustered Jisung became.

"What did you do to her?! She's all bruised up!" He exclaimed quietly.

"Nothing she didn't like, don't worry." Minho chuckled again. "Anyways, I'm gonna miss breakfast, and your Switch is not in my room, it's in Hyunjin's."

"Oh. Then-"

"Bye!" Minho waved before closing the door right in his friend's face, then returned to bed to see you still asleep. He was glad the commotion didn't wake you, as you seemed to really need to rest.

One hour or so later, you finally woke up, seeing Minho watching you stretch your limbs.

"Morning." He smiled.

"Hey." You replied, your voice even more hoarse than last night. He did a number on you, no joke.

"Slept well?"

"Mhm, I did."

"I'm glad, Violet. After last night, I'm no longer mad at you." He chuckled.

"Was that your hate fuck?" You smiled lazily, still trying to fully wake up.

"It was. Did you like it?"

"I did, but I don't think I can walk anywhere today..."

Your whole body hurt, and you were glad you had a day off before having to head to a new city for tomorrow's concert.

"Good that it's a free day."

"Mhm. Indeed."

"Do you want to see my love fuck next time?" Minho asked you, and you searched his eyes for any mockery. You were glad to see that you couldnt't find any.

"I do."

"Good. Let's go on a proper date, too." He said gently, petting your head lovingly.

"Okay." You smiled and grabbed his hand, kissing it. "Minho?"

"Yes, Violet?"

"Can you buy those dresses after all?"

"For your sister? Of course, love."

"I got you a ticket as well." You smiled at his choice of nickname, feeling your heart swell up with a new feeling.

"Thank you. I can't wait to go together." Minho replied, coming to kiss your lips.

~THE END~

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The Phone Call pt 3 Sebastian x Cis Female Reader

This is the final part of my three part Sebastian x Reader series! I hope you've enjoyed it! This can definitely be read as a stand alone piece, but I would highly suggest you read the others as well!

Summary: After having some fun over the phone, Sebastian is coming over to your place to have a good time. The only issue is that Sebastian is a virgin who is very nervous about his ability to please you. Hopefully you can get him to relax and give him a great first time

Word count: 2808 words

Warnings/content: Weed mention, virgin Sebastian, body worship, nipple play, blow jobs, fingering, first time, cis female reader

Here are the previous pieces:

Enjoy!

Living in a tiny town like Pelican Town definitely had its plusses. For one thing, it was usually very tranquil. The sound of car horns blaring was absent, and you were never afraid when walking around at night. However it definitely had its minuses. And here you were at the clinic, experiencing one first hand.

In the city, buying condoms wasn't a big deal. Nothing to it. Just pop into the store, grab what you need, and head on out. But in Pelican Town, you had to buy from someone who you would see every single day. Someone who might get curious, and ask awkward questions. Perhaps even gossip about it behind your back.

It wasn't Harvey you were worried about, not at all. That man was a professional through and through, and had even asked if you needed birth control or an STI test. It felt natural to explain that your IUD still had a few more years on it, and it wasn't weird at all to take him up on the test. No, the person you were worried about was Pierre.

Fucking Pierre.

You had gone to his shop first, assuming that the general store would be a good first stop. After all, you'd bought condoms at the grocery store when you lived in the city. You searched every shelf and wrinkled your nose in frustration. You couldn't find any, not even a sign saying if they were out of stock. So you decided to go see if they were behind the counter. Maybe they were hidden out of sight so Jas and Vincent wouldn't see them and ask questions.

"Oh ho ho!" Pierre had said with a lecherous grin after you asked about it. "So some lucky guy has caught your eye, eh?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You could feel a flush rising to your cheeks as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. Sex wasn't something you'd ever been uncomfortable discussing, but the way Pierre was going about it was making you extremely embarrassed.

"So do you have any?" you asked, ignoring his question. Hopefully he'd let you know quickly, and then you could be on your way.

No such luck.

"I'm glad you're staying safe," he said casually. "Believe me, I know what it's like when you're young. Making split second decisions that don't always work in your favor. And I doubt you have space for a kid in your house right now."

"Pierre," you said through gritted teeth. "Do you have them or not?"

"No we don't sell those here. Most folks order them online! But Harvey also sells them if you need some in a pinch." he said with that creepy grin still on his face.

"Right. Okay, I'll just go there then," you said, and turned on your heel. You wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

"Have fun with your mystery man!" Pierre had called out in a sing song voice. You briefly considered doing all of your shopping from JoJa from now on just to spite him, but thought better of it. Abigail would be disappointed. Pierre was lucky you were friends with his daughter.

The transaction at Harvey's had gone well, and your results came back clean. The only thing that made you sweat were the looks Maru was throwing your way. They were knowing looks, which was extremely annoying. It made you wonder if she somehow knew who it was that you were about to jump in bed with. Luckily she didn't say a word. But you wished she would stop looking at you like that.

Once you got home, you took a long hot shower and then looked at your lingerie options critically. Of course you could always wear a normal bra and panties, but you wanted to look nice. You found yourself torn between two sets, anxiety rising.

Never in your life had you spent this much time picking out underwear for a hookup. Because that's what this was, right? A hookup. You weren't dating after all. This was just…something casual.

Your heart dropped as you tried to convince yourself of that. You didn't want this to just be casual sex that might repeat every now and then. What you really wanted was for it to mean something.

Shaking your head, you decided on the set you would wear. There was no time to mope over the fact that this might mean nothing to Sebastian. You needed to get ready, and you were pleased with what you had gone with.

You had gone with your black balconette bra with gold lace details. The matching panties had ribbons that sat on the hips, keeping the front and back together. And the best part? They were crotchless.

You tossed on some joggers and a plain black t-shirt. It would be a nice surprise for him to find pretty lingerie under such normal looking clothes.

By the time 8 had rolled around, your house was sparkling clean. You had busied yourself with making the place look perfect. The sheets on your bed were fresh as well. Now all that was left to do was wait.

About five minutes later you heard a knock on the door. Heart beating fast, you opened it up to find Sebastian on your doorstep. He was looking down at his feet, and shot you a nervous smile when you greeted him.

"Come on in!" You said cheerfully. He followed behind, closing the door with a soft click. You couldn't help but notice how nervous he was. Sebastian wasn't really looking at you, and he was rubbing his thumb against his forefinger, a big tell that he was feeling anxious.

"You look nice," you said with a grin. It was true, he looked great. Sebastian had on a leather jacket that you had never seen him wear before and wow. That jacket was really making you feel a certain type of way.

Sebastian let out a small "Thanks," before going silent. You frowned, trying to figure out what was up. Did he not want this anymore?

"You wanna sit on the couch?" You asked. He nodded, and sat stiffly, hands in his pockets. You looked him over, and then suddenly it dawned on you.

He was sober.

Every time he had called, he had been high. And when you guys had gotten off together and agreed to do this, he had been really high. So nerves hadn't really been an issue for him. But without weed as a crutch, he was left with a clear mind that was free to overthink everything. Overthinking things was a specialty of his.

You cautiously walked over to him, as one might approach a scared animal. His eyes flicked over to you as you sat next to him, and he began to bounce his leg.

"Talk to me Sebby," you said gently.

"What do you mean?" he asked after a beat.

"You're nervous. Don't deny it!" You said, putting a finger to his lips as he began to display signs of protest. "I can tell. I need you to tell me what's going on."

You lowered your finger, and Sebastian squeezed his eyes closed. You gave him a moment, and right as you were about to speak, his pushed back his hair and sighed.

"I…I'm a virgin," he said, refusing to meet your gaze. "I wasn't even thinking when I agreed to this. Not that I don't want to," he said hurriedly, "I just…I don't want to disappoint you. I don't want to be bad."

"You won't be," you said with certainty. Doubt was written all over Sebastian's face, so you pushed on. "Listen. You and I…we've got chemistry. We get along, we like a lot of the same stuff, we enjoy hanging out. That kind of thing can't be taught, you know? You either have chemistry or you don't. Right?"

"I guess," Sebastian said.

"Okay, so we're in agreement that good chemistry can't be taught. But being good in bed?" you said, eyes fixed on him, "That's something that can be taught. With lots and lots of practice."

Sebastian blushed, but finally looked up at you, returning your grin. He slid his hand over to yours an intertwined his fingers with yours.

"Okay," he said, sounding a bit more confident. "I feel a bit better."

"Only a bit?" you asked, pretending to be offended. You let go of his hand and slid over. You straddled him, sitting in his lap with your hands resting on his shoulders. "I'm gonna make sure your first time is amazing, okay?" you murmured, leaning in and placing soft kisses along his jaw.

Sebastian sighed in contentment as you kissed down his neck, letting out a pleased hum when you slotted your lips against his. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you began to kiss. The kisses were slow and sensual, the main goal being to get Sebastian nice and relaxed.

A gasp escaped Sebastian's lips as you rocked your hips against his. Slowly, you snaked a hand under his shirt and gently swiped at his nipple with the pad of your thumb. You received another gasp in response and you grinned.

"You sensitive there?" you whispered into his ear, repeating the motion.

"I guess so," he breathed out. "Never tried that before."

"Here let's…hold on a second," you muttered. After a bit of scooting around, Sebastian was lying on his back with you on top of him. His face was slightly flushed, and you felt a surge of affection looking at him.

"Should we go to the bedroom?" he asked.

"In a minute," you said, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He quickly caught on, and shook his jacket off before he pulled his shirt over his head.

"...What?" he said nervously, looking at you with a vulnerable expression. Your jaw had dropped and you were staring at him with eyes the size of dinner plates.

"When…how….you're buff!" You said, shocked. "Why the hell have you been wearing a baggy hoodie every day when you could be showing off this!" You ran your fingers over his well defined abs, eyes fixed on his v-line. He blushed and looked away.

"I help my mom a lot," he said. "And I guess working on my motorcycle has helped too. But um…I don't like people looking at me. Except you," he added shyly.

You put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down. "God you're hot," you whispered against his lips before giving him a passionate kiss. Your tongue darted out and touched his lips lightly. Sebastian opened up and you slid your tongue inside, relishing in the taste of him.

Sebastian whined when you pulled away, but it quickly turned into small moans of pleasure as you kissed his neck. Your hands explored the expanse of his chest as you kissed and sucked at his collar bone, slowly traveling downwards.

You laved your tongue over one of his nipples, rolling the other in between your fingers. His hips bucked up, and you gently sucked, loving the whines and gasps that left his lips.

While you were very much enjoying his reaction to having his nipples played with, there was something else that you'd rather have your mouth on. You continued your trail of kisses downwards until you reached the top of his jeans. He visibly gulped as you undid the button, and threw a hand over his face as you pulled his zipper down with your teeth.

"Can I?" you asked, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. There was a pause before Sebastian finally nodded, giving his full consent. You pulled them down, eyes brightening as his cock sprang free.

He was a little longer than average, and decently thick. Your mouth watered as you looked at it, and you gently placed a kiss to his tip.

"I'm gonna suck you a bit and then we can go to the bedroom, 'kay?" you said, settling into a more comfortable position. Sebastian nodded and you grinned before licking him from base to tip. You gently lapped at his head before kissing and licking at him again, getting his cock slicked up with your spit.

Sebastian's head was thrown back in pleasure, panting lightly. You tapped his inner thigh, and he looked down. Your eyes locked as you took him all the way down you throat.

"Holy fuck," he whimpered, and then clutched the couch cushions as you began to bob your head.

You popped off after a bit, loving the glassy eyed look you got when you told him it was time to go to the bedroom. He kicked off his pants and boxers fully before following you, nerves clearly gone.

The two of you hopped on the bed and you grabbed one of the condoms you had just purchased. You handed him the little foil package, and he frowned at it.

"Need help?" you asked.

"No. Well, I mean yes I will, but…shouldn't I be touching you?" he asked. "It's been all about me so far."

You smiled fondly at him, loving that he was just as concerned about your pleasure as he was about his own.

"Do you want to touch me?" you asked, biting your lower lip.

"Yeah. Hell yeah," he said.

"Well then, help me get my clothes off," you said. He slipped your shirt off and then groaned.

"You look beautiful in that," he said. Sebastian looked at your breasts and then back at you. You gave him an encouraging nod, and he placed a hand on your breast, squeezing gently. You let him fondle you for a moment before sliding your pants off. The hitch in his breath made you giggle, and you spread your legs open. The open crotch gave him an excellent view of your wet pussy.

Sebastian looked like he was struggling between looking away from such a lewd display or diving right in. You decided to help him out. Grabbing his hand, you guided it between your legs, and pressed it against your heat.

"What should I…?"

"Slide your fingers in Sebby," you murmured. "Gotta get me ready for you."

His movements were nervous and stiff at first, but soon he had you squirming underneath him. Sebastian's face lit up like a light bulb when he found your clit, causing you to moan and your back to arch.

"That feel good?" he asked, looking down at you in wonder. You nodded, and then cried out as he began rubbing your clit faster, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out.

"Oh god yes Sebby, fuck, don't stop!" You moaned, gripping your sheets tightly. Sebastian was slowly making you come undone and it was fucking amazing.

You wailed as your orgasm hit you, pleased that Sebastian was fingering you through it. He gave you a lopsided grin when your eyes fluttered open.

"Can't believe I did that," he said in awe.

"I can," you said. "Now let's get this on you."

You showed him how to roll the condom on properly, and then proceeded to give him a second warning.

"Lots of guys cum fast on their first time," you said. "So don't feel bad if it doesn't last long, okay? You already made me cum, so I won't be disappointed."

He nodded in understanding and crawled on top of you. Sebastian lined up, and closed his eyes as he sank into you, swearing as he bottomed out.

"You're so goddamn tight," he panted. "Shit…"

You gave him a second to adjust, but had to hook your leg around him and push him to get him to finally start moving.

He thrusted into you slow and steady, holding your hands as he moved. You felt like you were in some kind of romance novel. You had always wondered if there was an actual difference between making love and fucking, and this proved there definitely was. Even as his thrusts sped up, there was a tenderness behind it. This was different from anything else you had experienced before.

He buried his face into your shoulder as he came, hips thrusting against you a few more times as he spilled into the condom. He smiled down at you and began peppering your face with kisses before pulling out.

"You're welcome to stay the night," you said after the two of you finished cleaning up. Sebastian beamed at you.

"I'd like that," he said. "And um…do you think maybe we could go to the saloon sometime and get dinner? Just you and me?"

"You wanna take me on a date?" you said, trying not to get your hopes up and failing miserably.

"If you want," Sebastian said with a shy smile. You walked forward and kissed him softly.

"I'd love that."

#stardew valley #sdv smut #stardew #stardew sebastian #stardew smut #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian x reader #stardew fanfic #sdv fanfic #my writing

[hotxcheeto]

May I request separate vi and ekko finding their soulmate? Like a soulmate au with first words spoken to each other, attached strings or stop watches on their wrists counting down

━ 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, injuries ( vi ), mentions of scars and cuts ( vi ), flirting, mentions / light descriptions of death ( fake ), maybe a mention of blood?

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - sorry this took so long! at this time I don't write for Ekko but here this is! hope you enjoy lovely !

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

Everyone had one, since the time they were born, they had clocks on their wrists that displayed the exact time.

It wasn't a watch though, now that would be a bit funny.

No, it counted the years, days, hours and even seconds until you met the person you were supposed to live your life with. Sometimes your clock would stop, those were the saddest cases up until it would reset one night and change to fit with another who had lost their person.

The world worked in mysterious ways as your father always said, tapping your wrist at the time that counted twenty years until you'd meet them.

Well, that was then and now was now. Winter coming over Zaun while you laid on your balcony overlooking the city. The snow seeping through the cracks and creating a rather beautiful scenery. It was peaceful, drinking some warm tea that you'd practically traded your life for, even if it was just a box of tea packets it was all worth it in the end.

You expected a knock on your door, or maybe your neighbor coming out at that exact time and somehow you'd lock eyes and it would everything you dreamed of. Maybe an accidental walk in from someone coming in from the wrong apartment since your lock did suck most days.

You could've fallen asleep there fantasizing about it knowing you hadn't had much time left until you met them, staring at the view of the old mining city hearing the loud talk of the people below and the sun quietly setting above you.

It was perfect.

BANG

You jumped as a body slammed into your metal rails, choking on air from it hitting their gut, looking at you with blood falling from their mouth.

"What the fuck?" You had spilt the tea all over the ground and your glass shattering, seeping through to the other porch below and a few pieces of the cup falling away. "Sorry." Was all they said, eyes slowly shutting before their grip on the guards fell short, going to fall backwards.

Out of instinct you reached forward and grabbed their wrists, keeping them from splattering onto the bricks below and letting the enforcers clean up their remains.

"Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me."

0:0:0:0:0:0

All zeros smacking you in the face back to back while you held onto the stranger dangling over the busy street below. Out like a light as you pulled them over the railing and to rest against you, dragging them inside.

If it was anyone else, you would've left them. But it was your person, and though you hadn't met them, you had grown quite the attachment to those little numbers on your wrist and who they were linked with.

You noticed as you layed her down on your couch that her face had been badly bruised, body covered with every color that you could imagine existing.

It wasn't what you were expecting, but you'd have to deal with it.

The stranger slept for quite some time as you continued to clean them up, having unwrapped her hands and cleaning up her bloodied knuckles. Feeling her begin to shift under your touch, light groans passing by her lips going almost unnoticed by you as you held her fingers softly and brush the rag over them.

"Stay still." "What?" She was dazed and confused, eyes shooting around the room before looking at her bare wrist that you held in your own smaller hands, cleaning her up. Her clock reading all zeros which didn't help the shock and adrenaline that flooded her when she realized she wasn't anywhere familiar.

"I didn't think I'd meet my soulmate when they slammed into my balcony, but I wasn't going to let you fall to your death in front of my eyes."

Vi watched you clean her up, setting her now cleaned hand down, knuckles now visible in all of their ruined glory. Scars and even fresh cuts littering her flesh creating little lines that were criss crossed over each other like an abstract pattern on an expensive painting in the middle of a museum that would only be found in Piltover.

Vi wasn't one to feel scared, but when you looked at them she was afraid that you'd think the same that others did. Other people who looked like you, that were pretty and kind, they were always scared or put off by her.

You weren't supposed to feel fear about meeting your soulmate, but it made her sick to her stomach whenever she thought about it.

But then you picked her other hand and began to clean it, rinsing out your rag and beginning to run it along her knuckles as lightly as possible. Focusing on your task instead of on her watchful gaze and making sure not to hurt her anymore than she'd already done herself.

"What's your name?" "Y/n." You didn't ask her, as you weren't sure she wanted to tell you, not that you minded. Pulling away from her to grab your roll of bandages.

"Vi." "As in Violet? Like the flowers? Or do you prefer the color?" You questioned making her chuckle a bit as you wrapped her hands once more.

"Whatever you prefer Sunshine." "I do love me some flowers. And that would've been a better introduction." You winked to her, Vi sitting up when you began to clean up your medical supplies and take them back to your tiny bathroom.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" She grumbled, fully swinging her legs over the side of the couch, holding her bruised waist that you knew you could nothing for after taking a glance at it.

It would have to heal on its own.

"Fight. You should see the other guy." She laughed it off, staring at you as you emerged from the bathroom coming back to her. "So why did you slam yourself into my balcony?" "Trying to get back before I passed out or bled out." You snorted.

"Mission unsuccessful."

She sent you a playful glare as you plopped down beside her on the sofa, crossing your legs in front of you.

"Well it's nice to meet you soulmate." You then stated, intertwining your fingers together in your lap. "Not what I imagined, but I'll take it."

"So..." She trailed off, looking at you while you only smiled, admiring her slightly messed up face. Blush rising to her cheeks causing her to flush and look away. "You can stay if you'd like, it isn't getting an earlier and it's looking pretty dark out there."

She glanced at your glass balcony doors before letting out a groan.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Well, we're destined to be together, so I'm assuming you're not a psycho murderer."

She shrugged. "Only on my days off."

"You can take my bed, I'll take the couch. You need it more than I do." She hurriedly tried to shake her head but you were already up and pulling her off the couch. "Speaking of, time for bed." "No– you don't– seriously–" "Then you want me to sleep with you? Because you're going in that bed."

Wide-eyed Vi stared down at you, hand on your hip and an eyebrow raised waiting for an answer to come from her lips.

"I should warn you, I'm a cuddler, Sunshine." She joked not expecting you to pull her into a small, loose hug in case she wanted to get away. Standing up on your tippy toes with your hands planted on her broad shoulders to whisper,

"so am I."

Yeah, neither of you would change it for the world.

Well maybe the part where she drooled all over your shoulder.

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[iamdeceived]

Cheeky little girl

⚠️The events narrated in this story are completely invented.⚠️

💜The reader is a woman in this story!💜

⚠️English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes in this story!⚠️

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➡️Orders temporarily closed!⬅️

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of robberies, violence, obscenity, inappropriate language... And yondu being yondu!⚠️

🖤Good reading!!!🖤

Today was a very important day. Yondu, and his crew (you've been part of the crew for a short time) had a great place to rob. You were the only woman in the group, and as ridiculous as it may seem, everyone on the crew is absolutely respectful towards you. You changed into your crew uniform in front of the broken mirror in your room. Adrenaline was running like crazy through your veins, you couldn't wait to do this job.

Being new to the crew, you wanted to show your worth at any cost. This was his perfect opportunity to do so. “you’ll do great y/n!” You said to yourself, looking at yourself in the mirror as you fixed your hair.

You quickly left the comfort of your room, only to find the entire crew in front of the door. "My God woman! You take too long in there!" Kraglin said. There was no real anger in his voice, but they were all bothered by his delay.

“Oh shut up Krag! If you want to go ugly and messy for this mission, do it however you want... I want to make sure I look pretty enough for my perfect victory!”Everyone (including you) laughed at your speech. You weren't like that, not really. But you were really nervous. Oh my God, you're going to explode with anxiety.

Yondu came to you with the typical walk of someone who is tired of this bunch of grown men he has to take care of. He looked at you skeptically, "and the princess finally finished putting on her makeup, right? What a fucking mess!" Yondu led the way as the ship's entrances opened. You and kraglin looked at each other. "He's not having a good day Y/n, don't tease him today!” You didn't even need to ask to know the reason for your captain's irritation. Peter Quill of course. Peter is a good man but he gets on anyone's nerves easily.

You put this matter aside and joined the others. Descending on the alien planet unknown to you. Yondu said that this was an extremely rich planet, and full of evil aliens. It would be a pleasure for all of you to steal from them what they had to spare. Money.

You did well breaking into an empty house. Even seemingly far away, you could hear Yondu whistling, indicating that he was also having fun with the situation.Kraglin initially begged you not to walk away from him, but he knew you were stubborn and would end up doing it at one time or another. And there you were. Filling his backpack with all the money he could get his hands on. Enjoying the emptiness and silence of that house that you invaded so easily. Until a hand surprises her. You turn around sharply just in time to see the alien owner of the house with a gun pointed at his head. His breathing became rapid. Until a sharp whistle filled his ears, and the alien fell to the ground with a hole in the middle of his forehead. Yondu came in through the window, glaring at you angrily.

“I thought I made it clear enough for you to be careful! I don't have to take care of my men, and I won't do that to a woman who doesn't even pay attention to what she's doing!” His words were cold and cruel and they hurt you, especially because you are a very proud woman. Her blood boiled with rage. “You just wasted your fucking time coming here to save me because you wanted to! I might as well have dealt with this shit, I didn't ask you to come here and bother me.And on top of that wanting to rub things in my face." You weren't necessarily shouting, but your words were sharp enough to have the desired effect.You bitterly regretted them seconds later.

Yondu walked towards you with heavy steps, he grabbed your wrist and started to take you towards the ship. “You’re going to stay inside until you learn to respect me, you cheeky little girl!”Despite what you expected you didn't hear anger in his tone of voice. Yondu wasn't hurting your wrist either, he was firm enough to keep you in line but didn't hurt you. On the other hand, his words sounded... Fun?

You tried (in vain) to free yourself from his grip on your wrist, but he kept dragging you to the ship. You knew your captain was stubborn when he wanted to be, and you knew you had done him wrong, disrespected him, but this situation was starting to make you smile. It was always pleasurable for you to irritate the boys, but you had never tried to do that to your captain. And for sure, annoying Yondu Udonta was the best thing you had ever experienced in your life (Until that moment).

Yondu put you on the ship and went back to his work. You couldn't believe you were locked inside alone while everyone else was enjoying the fun. You thought about the shame and humiliation it would be to look at the boys' faces after being locked on the ship for disrespecting the captain. You started to regret bragging in front of them all. They would make fun of you later until they got tired, and they never got tired. "I'm screwed” You said out loud.

After a while (which seems like an eternity to you) Yondu returned with his crew. You waited for the mockery of the men of the crew, but instead they just looked at you in silence, with a certain gleam of admiration in their eyes.

You looked one by one with raised eyebrows, trying to understand what the hell was going on there. Kraglin walked up to you and whispered: "I know exactly what happened earlier, I saw you being dragged into the ship... Just like I also saw you talking loudly to the captain. But Yondu scolded us all, saying that you were the one who got the most money out of everyone on the crew. Why is he covering for you? I don't know either, but please thank him later!”

You couldn't believe it. Yondu defending you? It seemed impossible.

You decided to listen to Kraglin this time for a change. During the night, you took advantage of the fact that everyone was sleeping, and crawled into the captain's cabin to thank him for saving you. For the two times he saved you.

You knocked on the door in fear. You were about to leave and pretend nothing had happened, but then the door opened.Yondu was sitting in his armchair, looking at some papers. "What do you want at this hour, girl?” You almost held your breath. Almost. Yondu lifted his red eyes from the paper to look at you and for the first time you trembled under his gaze. Maybe you never noticed how deep the tone of his eyes was, or how menacing and beautiful they are. "Sit down girl." You obeyed immediately. "what do you want?”

You looked down completely embarrassed. "I would like to thank you…”

Yondu looked at you, disbelieve. “are you telling me that you, you are the most stubborn creature in this entire universe, came here to thank me?”

“Y-yes... And I would also really like to apologize for speaking to you like that earlier today..." Yondu's jaw dropped. He stood up quickly, and you did the same, he walked to you quickly and held your chin between his fingers. “Who brainwashed you y/n?” You looked at him in disbelief, you were already completely regretting having done this. "Seriously Yondu, can you take me seriously at least once in your life? Damn I'm really trying to do the right thing here…” Yondu looked you deeply straight in the eyes. For a moment you felt your legs weaken. "I can't believe you're telling me this..." You tried to smile sweetly at him. "Why did you tell the boys that I took the most money? I barely had time for that..." You noticed yondu following your lips with his eyes as you spoke, it made you slightly dizzy. “because I know how stupid they can be sometimes!”

Yondu turned his back on you, slowly walking away “So you thought it was a good idea to defend me?" You asked, still confused.Yondu turned to look at you. "Can you just be grateful for what I did?" You dropped your gaze to the floor. “y-yes... I'm sorry, captain.” Yondu almost fell backwards. "Seriously girl, what's going on with you today?”

“I'm just following your orders, captain." You were still looking at the ground. Yondu's fingers went to your chin again. He made you look up to face him. "Why does my title sound so sweet coming out of your mouth?" He was dangerously close, it made her heart skip a beat. "Maybe because I'm adorable. But I can offer you sweeter things than calling you captain.” God, what the fuck did you just say? You were in front of your captain, insinuating such things to him . Her face burned with embarrassment, you were ready to apologize again, when you realized that yondu was still staring at your lips. "Show me”.

You felt your face heat up, your breathing slowed down and heat rose up your legs. “I-I… Yondu…” He ran his finger across your lips slowly. "I can?" You nodded your head several times. Yondu took your lips, delighting in the softness of your skin. “Damn, you weren’t kidding…” You smiled weakly. Yondu picked you up and placed you on his desk. He joined your body to his, and you felt his erection brush against your inner thighs. A sweet moan escaped your lips when he tasted your neck.

He began to slowly take off your clothes. He stroked his clothed cock as he looked at you. "What a delicious woman!" He trailed kisses down your body, and fumbled when taking off your belt. He clothes were on the floor, along with his clothes. You stared at his member for a moment, it was blue like the rest of his body, and it was much bigger than you expected it to be. He pumped his dick before joining your lips to his again. “Please Y/n, let me fuck you!” You nodded. The words simply refused to leave his mouth.

He looked really desperate, because he attached his cock to her entrance as soon as he could. He slowly thrust himself inside you. Yondu hid his face from the curve of her neck when he was all the way inside her pussy.

It took you a while to get used to his length, but you were soon bucking your hips against him. Yondu started thrusting slowly, and gradually accelerating his movements. His hands searched for her breasts all the time, delighting in the softness of his skin. You grabbed his shoulders with your nails. The two of your bodies beat in a rhythmic frequency, making wet sounds echo throughout the room. These sounds however were no louder than the moans of the two of you.

You felt a new wave of heat invade you every time you felt him going deep inside you. You whined for him. “Damn, you’re so hot y/n!”

His movements became more intense, and you realized he was already on the edge. "Yondu... Out!”He reluctantly complied, and pulled his painfully hard cock out of you.

He pumped his cock a few times before collapsing onto her belly. You brought your fingers to his juice and brought them to your lips. Tasting your captain's taste. He quickly bent down, and put his mouth together with her needy pussy. You thought you were going crazy. His tongue traced all the right places on you, sometimes teasing your needy entry. You moaned wildly, pushing his head against your core. You fell onto his lips. Yondu drank every drop of her sweet nectar.

You don't remember much of what happened after that the only thing you know is that you woke up in your captain's bed. He wasn't there when you woke up, which left you frustrated.

You went to talk to your best friend, Kraglin, and immediately noticed that he had horrible dark circles under his beautiful eyes. “Krag... Are you okay?" Kraglin looked at you ironically. "Next time you have sex with the captain, remember to make less noise because there are people wanting to sleep... Me included!” You blushed violently, and Kraglin couldn't help but laugh at you.

#yondu x reader