#the way he says chocolate itches my brain

[ashlynredonovitch]

Secrets In The Street

Warnings: none

Prompt: “basically y/n is a poor girl on the streets and pickpockets/shoplifts to survive, and she does that to willy but he’s super kind to her instead of telling the police on her. Then they fall in love.” - @riordanness (THANK YOU!)

“Come back here you!” A woman’s voice yelled from behind, as you sprint down an alley, a bright, crisp apple in hand from her cart.

You weren’t a runner, not in the slightest, so being chased by a woman for having an apple -well, stealing an apple- wasn’t on your list of things to today. You couldn’t help it, you were hungry. The woman wasn’t even around, you had no clue how she saw you.

You hear the woman groan from behind and turn around just in time to see her give up and walk away. Who knows some other person on the streets could’ve stolen more of her produce.

“Oh well, at least it’s something,” you muttered as you trailed along the darkening alley, holding it carefully so you can keep it safe for later. Walking in the direction towards the bench you spent most nights.

It was obviously nothing special, but no one dared to take your bench. You had a raggedy blanket that you stole from someone a while ago. A little bag with a few things of clothes you found that others had gotten rid of, and that was it.

You had heard of Mrs. Scrubitt's boardinghouse when you first arrived, but initially said no when Bleacher had came up to you. He came to your bench many times, and he eventually stopped insisting after many denials. After everything you had heard through the chain of the Galeries Gourmet, you were glad you hadn’t taken his offer though. At least there was a chance of something out here, better than being stuck in a laundry house for twenty-something years.

Nothing new ever happened in the Gourmet, the same Chocolate Cartel shooing everyone away, you had heard of one man getting through though. Willy Wonka, you had heard of his name. Apparently some magic chocolates? Even though the idea seems preposterous, you were intrigued. You, however, had heard from the gossip that his looks had caught the attention of many along the streets too. So, it apparently wasn’t only the chocolate that had gotten people interested.

Carefully hiding your apple, you started your walk towards the way of the Gourmet, wanting to investigate this new Wonka chocolate yourself.

“It’s certainly grand,” you say, as you walk into the store with the velvety magenta curtains, with a chocolate-looking tree as the centerpiece of the store, “I’m impressed.”

“Hi, I’ve never seen you around here,” a man with a can walked up to you, a top hat on his head, wearing a pleasant smile on his face.

“My name is y/n, y/n l/n, I don’t hang around the Galerie Gourmet much, not really my place of adventure.” You muttered as you look at all of the hanging candy around you, children brushing past you, trying to reach for different sweets.

The man nods his head, as he takes in your appearance, “I get it, I lived on a boat for seven years. My name is Willy, Willy Wonka”

You were not expecting that, he lived on a boat for a while, this interesting looking man who owned this place. You tried to send a brief smile in his direction, “so you’re the one who I heard sent the chocolate-trio to jail, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Wonka looked out the windows, to the places where the old chocolate stores resided in the Gourmet, now empty, as he quickly smirked, “well it had to be done, they were breaking the law, it was just a matter of time.”

You chuckled as you saw the man’s face beam towards a woman and small child who was excitingly grabbing a chocolate bar, “I have to go, it was nice meeting you, y/n.” Wonka said as he smoothly strides over to another family to talk to them.

“Likewise,” you whispered as he was already gone. You felt awful, you wanted to try his chocolate, people here have talked ‘it’s the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted’ many have claimed, and now you wanted a bite. How do you steal from someone who seemed so nice?

The trick to being a pickpocket though, is not getting caught, and you’ve had your own share of the situation going both ways. You quickly grab a little wrapped chocolate and pretend to exam it, glancing to make sure no one else is watching, before quickly stuffing it in your pocket.

“Hey!” A voice yelled, you turned to see if anyone was there, and was met with a small, orange man? You had never seen anyone, if it was a human at all, like it.

“Lofty?” You heard Wonka yell as he came running towards the area your standing in. Bolting quickly, you dodge the running kids and chasing parents, as you try to weave your way to the exit. Just about as you were at the doors, a cane came in front of your middle, stopping your motions rather quickly, “and what do you think you’re doing?” Willy asked, you were close, so close.

“Nothing, I don’t know what that man was talking about, I don’t have anything I promise.” You say as you did a little circle to prove your innocence.

“Why don’t I believe you?” He asked, as an audience formed around you two.

“I don’t know, I didn’t steal anything, Mr. Wonka, I assure you that.” You muttered, wishing everyone would ignore you two, you just wanted to try his chocolate.

“Come with me y/n, we can talk back here.” Wonka guided you towards a room in the back, something that looked like an office of sorts, “I know you took a piece of chocolate.” He sat down in his chair, prompting you to sit down on the one opposite the desk.

You felt defeated, you hadn’t ever actually gotten caught by someone, “I’m sorry.”

Willy quirked his brow as he stared at you across the desk, “so you admit it? Surprised, honestly, I didn’t think you would.”

At that you got upset, “listen I might’ve tried to take chocolate, but I’ve heard everyone talk. People say it’s the best chocolate they’ve ever had. I’ve only had apples or other stolen things to eat for a year and a half. The chocolate cartel knew me well, they would stop me at the door cause they knew I couldn’t pay for it. So do it, call the new chief of police, at least in jail I’ll have a bed.”

Willy stood and put his hands on the desk examining you, transferring his weight, “no.”

“I’m sorry, no?” You were shocked, he caught you stealing and isn’t going to call you in?

“No, there’s something about you. You intrigued me when I first saw you walk in. I’m not going to call the new chief of police. I’m actually going to give you twenty silver sovereigns.” Willy said as he opened the drawer with the money inside of it.

Flabbergasted, shocked, surprised, there weren’t any other words to describe it. You were stealing from him, and now he was giving you money? What kind of man is this? Well…a cute one, but that’s besides the point.

“I can see your shock, my mom raised me well before she passed. If you want to steal a small piece of chocolate, you must be desperate, please take it.” Willy said handing you the sovereigns, a pink flush presenting high upon his cheeks.

“Of all the times to be caught,” you whispered, glancing up in time to seem him removing his coat and hat, “at least it was by someone nice.” A faint blush forming on your cheeks as well.

Willy smiled as he walked around in front of you, “I don’t want you sleeping wherever you are, you can work here, there’s an extra room, we could put a bed in there or something.”

“I can’t believe you’re offering me anything, you could’ve had me arrested.” You told him, examining his brunette curls framing his face for the first time.

“I was taught to help someone in need, and you seem like a good person, you just need a little help. No shame in that, I was caught by Scrubitt and Bleacher when I first arrived. I needed help too. Look at this place, I have more than enough sovereigns to help you out right now.” Willy whispered inching closer to you, as he held out his hand.

Your eyes welled up with tears, no one had been this kind to you in a while, “you have no clue how much this means to me.”

“Well, then you’ll just have to stay here until I know.” Wonka smiled as he leaned in to press his lips to yours.

Let’s just say, you never had to worry about sovereigns or spend another night on that bench ever again.

#wonka x reader #fanfic #timothée chalamet #willy wonka #wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #i love him #he has my heart #the way he says chocolate itches my brain #chalamet wonka #willy wonka x reader

[ghouljams]

More fae!Gaz, he's so boyfriend, he's always there when you need him. Even if you didn't know he'd be there or that you'd need him! That's just how great he is!

You duck under an awning to escape the sudden downpour, already soaked to the bone. You look out at the pouring rain, tip your head to try and get a glimpse at how the clouds are moving, and sigh. You'll just have to wait it out. You wish you'd brought your umbrella.

The door beside you chimes, and there's the click fwump of an umbrella being opened. You glance at the man looking out at the rain, you recognize him. You've had a few conversations with him. Not friends, not even acquaintances, but not strangers either. What was his name again?

Something whispers through your mind, bounces and echoes: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

"Gaz?" You confirm. He turns to looks at you, and his eyes spark with recognition. He smiles and you smile back.

"Hey there sunshine," Gaz grins, his eyes drag over you, bounce across your chest and the way your soaked shirt clings to you, "gone for a swim?"

You laugh, shake your head and then shake it harder to try and get some of the water off it. You don't know how rain always feels so much colder and wetter than regular water, but you can feel it drip off you thickly. Gaz laughs, it sounds like chocolate. You don't- you don't know how to describe it. It's like chocolate. Rich and sweet, but dark with a hint of bitterness that makes you want to hear it again and again. You find yourself staring at him, pushing your hair off your forehead to stop the water from rolling down into your eyes. Already you've had to blink away the drops that settled on your lashes.

"Didn't bring my umbrella," you explain. Gaz nods, the cocks his head back towards the shop door.

"S'why I stopped in for one."

"Smart, don't know why I didn't think of that." You watch the rain fall for a moment, before you're struck with recollection. "We live in the same building right?" Gaz hums.

"You knocked on my door for a cuppa once." You nod and he shifts his grip on the umbrella, holding it between you. "You asking to share?"

"Could save me a few pounds," You're only half joking, stepping closer until your shoulder brushes his.

"What if I'm not headed for the tube?" You look up at Gaz, watch him cock a brow curiously. He never loses his smile. Something itches in the back of your mind, warning you against friendly strangers. Something else quiets it, pets the scared animal into submission with that soft echoing whisper: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

"Then you can just drop me off at the nearest station and be on your way," you reason. That seems to amuse him, something sparking in his eyes that lights up his smile. He's warm. Green. Natural. You can smell the dirt of a nearby flower pot, the dust of the city. Petrichor, your brain supplies. The smell of dust after rain.

Mentally you kick yourself. From a fucking Doctor Who episode ya numpty. Trying to sound poetic when you're just quoting a damn- and it's not even an episode you liked! Ugh.

Gaz taps your forehead, two gentle taps that make you blink. There's something familiar in the gesture, friendly in a way that's overly friendly for how close you aren't.

"Looked like you were getting lost in there," he says when you smack your hand against the tapped skin.

"Well throw down a rope then," you grumble. Your therapist is right you gotta start being more present. This is why you get caught in the rain, too busy day dreaming.

"How about I get you home first," Gaz jokes.

"Just to the station is fine," you tell him, hurrying to stay under the umbrella as he starts walking. Gaz shrugs, the umbrella shifts, and you press closer to avoid soaking your shoulder a second time.

"I'm going home anyway, may as well take you with me."

You roll your eyes. An alarm bell rings in the back of your mind, smothered by a thick magic that whispers to you: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #1fae1 #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz modern warfare #gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #gn!reader #oc: sunshine #fae!gaz #ooooh sunny hes getting his claws in you #insidious magic this man weaves #im already in his car

[hyunsvngs]

Please it's my biggest kink too!! Wolfgang didn't help at all omg. Help there are so many asks with a/b/o! Where do I start.

What about the boys being with you for your heat for the first time?

-🦇

OKKK so i thought the best way to do this would be to name what i think they’d be a/b/o-wise too before i describe it. under the cut bc long & not for everyone!!

chan: alpha

the whole room is hot. you’re sure it’s become stifling in a matter of five minutes, sweat beginning to form on your brow and an itching underneath your skin. your boyfriend seems unaffected, working away on the computer at a track he’s been staring at for hours. huffing, you get up, stalking over to the thermostat and checking to see if the heat had clicked on.

it’s off. huh.

“weird,” you mumble, and the noise of your feet stomping back over to the leather couch catches chan’s attention. he pulls the headphones from his ears, slinging them around his neck and giving you a warm smile.

“you alright, baby?”

“it’s so fucking hot in here. are you warm?” you question. you rip your t-shirt off to leave you in a sports bra, your chest wet with sweat. chan blinks, and then his nose is scrunching up. then, his eyes go wide.

“you’re in heat…?” he says. it’s semi-questioning and semi-declarative. he’s confused. you’re confused. you weren’t due until…

you pick up your phone, blinking at the date. oh, yeah. today. you’re due today.

“oh,” you say, rather intelligently. “i’m in heat.”

when you turn to chan, he’s sweating too. you know what omega pheromones can do to alphas - you can see the visual effect of it. more importantly, you can now feel the itching under your skin turning into a burning hot need. suddenly, chan is looking absolutely delectable, especially since his cock is now chubbing up in his pants and you can fucking see it. you had never fucked during your heat before, chan saying it was way too risky given the way alphas can get - but it’s beginning to seem like it’s happening today.

chan notices your eyeline, before he’s sighing, rubbing his temples. he spins the chair around to look at you. you’re covered in sweat, sports bra sticky. “we are not fucking in my studio.”

it’s a suggestion, not a statement. you know you will be. “but imagine how good it’d be for everyone to know that i’m your omega, channie.” chan’s eyes go wide.

“get over here,” you’re quick to raise from your seat, prancing over to him and perching in his lap. he catches your hips, before he’s lowering you onto his bulge, letting out a sharp breath at the feeling of you. “jesus, you’re- do you always get this wet in heat?”

“mm, yeah. ‘s so much more, channie, so much slick to get your cock nice and wet,” you’re purring, nuzzling into his scent gland. the smell of salt water and sand fills your nostrils and you’re whining, pressing your nose further into him. “you gonna give your omega your knot, alpha? need it, need you to breed me.”

“oh my god, baby, you’re going to fucking kill me.”

minho: alpha

you wake up from the heat. it’s so fucking warm. the blanket’s been pushed off of you, pooling around your ankles, and the smell of chocolate is sharp in the room. you turn to look at your boyfriend, expecting to see him sleeping peacefully, but his eyes are dark and set on you.

“you’re in heat, omega,” you whine, nodding. you were, and it was impossible to deny from the pheromones you were pumping out. “i’ll help you build a nest and i’ll go. okay?”

no. no. alpha can’t go. your brain goes fuzzy, pressing your whole body into him. he��s in just his boxers, and you can feel his cock hard, aching and leaking through the fabric. “can alpha stay? need your knot, please, please-“

“baby, you’re not in the right mind for this,” his voice is soft, despite the firmness of the statement. he lets you lay on top of him nonetheless, trying to ignore the rivulets of slick dripping through your pyjama pants and onto him. his hands are rubbing small circles on your lower back, just making your pussy leak even more. “i can’t-“

“please! min, we’ve talked about it. you said you would, you said you’d help me, you said i wouldn’t have to do it alone and it’s so warm, so warm, alpha-“

you squeak when he rolls you over, pinning your hips to the bed with a growl. “you want my knot that badly? you’re really begging for it?” you nod, eyes feeling bleary at the pressing of his length against your clothed pussy. minho sighs, before he’s yanking your pyjama shorts off and pulling his boxers down. you can see his knot beginning to form already, a bump underneath his long, thick cock. you whine, shifting to try and catch him inside of your hole.

“need it,” you whimper when he’s positioning his cock at your entrance. “feel how wet i am, min, ‘s so wet, see? need it-“

he’s groaning as he pushes inside of you, hand falling beside your head. “that’s fucking wet, shit. you want my knot, omega? not gonna last long in this wet pussy, fuck-“

“yeah, want your knot, breed me-“

“filthy,” he muses, his lips landing on yours in a mess of spit and teeth. his hips are sharp, thrusting against you with a senee of urgency and you’re broken, just letting out little ‘ah’ noises with every thrust. “i’ll give you my knot, baby. don’t have to beg.”

changbin: beta

changbin’s perfect. the perfect best friend. he’s just as much omega as he is alpha, which makes his secondary gender so perfect - he’s buff, strong like an alpha, but as soft and lovely as an omega. he’s perfect, and that’s why you decided to spend your heat with him.

he’d offered a few times, and you’d only recently accepted for him to spend your next heat with him. now, he stands at your door, plastic bag of snacks and drinks in hand.

the smell of sandalwood is strong. normally, it’s much more muted given his status, but your heat has your senses heightened. you yank him in by his wrist, getting a little ‘mph- what?!’ out of changbin, before you’re pulling him into the living room. the bag is forgotten on the floor.

changbin’s giggling when you’ve managed to press him against the couch. you’re almost embarrassed by your need, but it’s so easy with changbin - he’s grinning, just letting you grind against his hips.

“at least take me out to dinner first, baby,” you groan at his quip, and then you’re pressing your lips against his, practically shoving your tongue in his mouth. he’s shocked when you break away, but a cocky smile still remains on his lips. “alright. ‘s it that bad?”

“so bad, binnie, and you smell really nice… i-“

he’s flipping you over, using next to no strength as he pushes you back against your sofa. “binnie..?”

“i’ve gotchu. just lay back and let binnie take care of his baby.”

hyunjin: beta

he was so beautiful. so beautiful and so, so fucking oblivious - you’d been making out with him for a while now, grinding on his lap, slicking all over his upper thighs and he’s still yet to even notice. your boyfriend was certified oblivious.

you pull away, licking your lips. you’re just gonna have to tell him. “hyunjin, i’m in heat.”

his eyes go wide. he’s blinking at you in shock, lips parted and kiss bitten, and then he’s grinning. “that makes sense. you smell delicious.”

“hyunjin, betas can’t really smell-“ you’re cut off by him pushing your underwear to the side, two long fingers filling you up deliciously. his scent is stronger now, aroused, the smell of rose petals engulfing your senses. betas can’t really smell omegas - they may be able to smell something slightly is when the omega in question is in heat, but other than that, it’s mostly just muted notes of a scent. you still strongly believe he should’ve been able to tell, given how wet you are.

“you smell delicious,” he insists, curling his fingers up to hit your g-spot. you’re whining, squirming on his lap, and you’re about two seconds away from cumming already. heat makes you so much more sensitive, and your thighs are shaking on top of your beautiful, beautiful boyfriend.

“hyunjin, i need-“

“ssh. ssh, omega, i’m here. after you cum nice and hard for me, i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound?”

jisung: omega

“jesus, you stink in a good way,” jisung’s quip falls on deaf ears. it’s so comforting being an omega with an omega boyfriend - you can help eachother out during your heats and there’s zero room for embarrassment. now, though, he seems to not be getting the message. you practically jump on top of him, nosing at his scent gland and letting citrus fill your nose. he squeaks in surprise, throwing his phone aside where he was watching another documentary. “baby, what are- oh. heat.”

“mm, heat, need you,” you agree, and jisung is smiling fondly before he presses a kiss to your mouth. “need your cock, need- i’ll finger you too, i just-“

“ssh, my baby. it’s okay, sungie’s here. yeah?” you nod, letting him wiggle his joggers down. his length springs out, cute drippy cock nestled inbetween your bodies, and you’re immediately whining. he lets out a small laugh, shifting your own joggers down, and then your bare core is pressed on top of him. “oh, you are wet, baby. how long have you been like this?”

you whimper when he’s lowering your hips down on top of him, your slick core providing no pain and only pleasure. “only- only kicked in a few minutes ago, please, sungie-“

“c’mon, bounce on me. i’ve got you,” you nod, hands resting on his shoulders as you start to work yourself on his cock. he’s letting you ride him, small whines coming out of him everytime you let your slick hole engulf him fully. “oh, baby. ‘s it good?”

you nod again, citrus filling your senses and making you feel so, so comforted and so full. jisung’s whining loudly when you let the tip of him brush against your cervix, and then you’re blinking in shock. the citrus is strong. his dick is very hard, and feels very wet, and- he’s slicking up. you can smell it dripping onto the couch.

“sungie, you’re.. you’re in heat too, baby.”

“mm- yeah, i know, you- you fucking sent me into heat on top of me like this, shit,” he’s laughing, but his eyes are half lidded, round cheeks blushing with the temperature. “okay. okay, you gotta cum, then we’ll work it out, ‘kay?”

you let out a loud moan, starting to bounce on him at a quicker pace. “y-you gotta cum too, sungie.”

“of course, baby. let me fill you up and we’ll talk.”

felix: omega

it was so bizarre to have your best friend kissing around your thighs like this. you’d been intending to stay over at his house for a while, and because the world hates you, you’d gone into an unexpected heat in his bed. luckily, felix was more than happy to help - his tongue was currently swiping through the slick that had accumulated all over you.

“tell me what you need,” he muses, two dainty fingers sliding into your sopping hole. you whine, shifting to get more friction.

“well, need- knot, but-“

“i know. i’ve got a knotting toy i can fuck you with, baby. it’s all clean. is that okay?” you moan, nodding at his words. then, something even more bizarre crosses your mind - yours and lix’s slick mixing together, fucking into eachother and just generally getting all messy. you clench at the thought, and felix lets out a low chuckle. “you thinking of me being in heat, baby?”

“hnng- yeah. yeah. i a-am, and-“

“and you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he’s shifted now, lips pressing against your ear while his fingers pump into you. the smell of cinnamon is all too consuming, making you inch closer to your climax. “go on. cum for me.”

the orgasm that takes over your body is blinding. you’re clenching around felix’s fingers, whining, gushing slick all over his hand. you can hear felix whispering in your ear, coaxing you through it with praises and a little “there you go”. once you come to, you’d expected a little reprieve, but the heat that takes over your body once again is overwhelming.

“lixie…” you trail off, staring into his dark eyes. his scent is spiking when he sucks your slick into his mouth from his fingers.

“let’s get you that toy.”

seungmin: beta

you’d always questioned why seungmin wasn’t an alpha. he was sure of himself, broad and full in that stereotypical alpha way - but when you got closer to him, started dating him, you realised why. he was soft, considerate in the most private settings - especially now when he’s fucking you through the first heat you’ve spent together.

“‘s big, seungie,” you whine. he’s got you on all fours, head down in the pillows while you let out loud noises. of course he’d have you present yourself for him.

“yeah? is it big enough for you, omega?” you nod into the pillows, whining when he punches another orgasm out of you. it was the… fourth? fifth? you weren’t sure, but you knew you’d never had a heat this satisfying with any alpha. suddenly, seungmin’s leaning over you, his vanilla scent strong. his broad hand wraps around your neck, clenching on the sides expertly. his hips are rippling the flesh on your ass with how hard he’s fucking into you. “is it good?”

“so good, seungie, i can’t handle it- i can’t, i can’t, i can’t ever do another heat on my own, can’t-“

“you won’t have to,” he’s groaning, the wet sounds from your pussy overpowering. “i’m gonna fuck you good every fucking heat. gonna breed you, yeah? you gonna let me fuck my pups into you?”

it was illogical, you knew that. it wasn’t the right time, but god did his statement have heat burning in your gut even stronger - if it was possible.

“yeah! gimme pups, please, i’ve been good!”

“okay, okay. greedy bitch, i’ll give you my cum.”

jeongin: alpha

you and jeongin are both young. you’d only presented a matter of two years ago, and you’d gotten together around a year after. now, your heat was due, and you and him had decided you’d spend it together. after all, how hard could it be, right?

you were wrong.

because now, your alpha boyfriend had given you what seemed like the umpteenth orgasm within an hour. you were positively gushing, and he hadn’t even knotted you yet. his scent of lavender was drowning you, making you just need, need, need.

“please, alpha, i need it,” you whine when he jeongin ducks down to kiss your clit again, his lips pouty. you squirm until he eventually gets his head up to look at you. his eyes are dark, lips parted.

“i need to take care of you.” ah, yes. the basic alpha instinct was coming through, and jeongin could think of nothing better than making you cum a lot of times to make sure you’re ‘taken care of’. it was ridiculous, actually, because the thing you wanted the most was his knot.

“innie, i need a knot or it won’t break, i won’t calm down. it’s so warm, so warm, please-“

jeongin huffs, his bulge suddenly pressing against you. it’s bigger than you thought, chubbed up and solid as a rock. “you think you can take it?”

when you nod, he’s inching his boxers down and revealing a delicious length, knot swollen with need. before you can even speak, he’s pressing it inside of you and the breath is punched from your lungs. it’s so big, so swollen inside of you.

“hnng, it’s too big, innie, i can’t…”

jeongin scoffs, shaking his head. “no. you said you could take it, so you need to let me take you like the good breeding bitch you are, yeah?”

#JUNO TAKES A/B/O! #juno’s asks ♡ #asks: ot8 #🦇 anon 💌

[anjelicawrites]

Burning Needs

Paring: pleasure dom!Osferth x reader, service top!Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aemond Targaryen x reader x Osferth.

Synopsis: pure smut. I have no redeeming excuse for this. Thank you my instigator #1 and love of my life for inspiring this!

Warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, toys, cunnilingus, p in v sex, cumplay, subspace sex, the boys kissing because why not.

There are those days where you need Osferth, you need him to take the reins so that you can be out of your head for a little while. Today you don't have a special reason, you are simply itching, starting ten things at the same time and not finishing one: your student's homework lay half marked on the table, you haven't written a single page of the project you want to propose for the PhD in Classics you've been courting for a while and the pile of clothes to fold lays untouched near the washing machine. You seem unable to find rest, your own skin a nuisance.

Aemond is working from home today and has been neck deep in calls, managing to emerge from his study only for a quick sandwich and a peck on your cheek. Osferth has been plowing the garden for hours and had just hit the shower, filthy to the bone and happy, cheeks and shoulders reddened by the sun. 

It's a quiet day and yet you feel like you want to jump out of your body as you rearrange some knick-knacks and check if the plants need water. 

You jump when Osferth's hand touches your shoulder and you swat his chest reflexively, your heart beating a crazy tattoo inside your chest; Osferth knows you all too well, he just needs a glance to see how wired up you are as you hug him

"Os?" you ask burrowing your face against his chest

"What is it?" he already knows, but he wants you to spell it out. 

You rub your face against his chest, inhaling deeply the mix of body wash and natural scent. You don't want to say it out loud, shy all of a sudden. 

"My lady love?" 

His touch is soft on your chin, fingers tight to make you stare into his eyes; you avert your gaze, teeth worrying your lower lip

"You know" you say petulantly

"What do I know, if you don't tell me?" there's mirth in his voice and his lips are soft against your forehead

"I need you" you rush as you hide your embarrassed face against the curve of his neck

"Was it so hard to confess?". 

Now, you have more of a submissive bone in your body than him. When you need him, most of the time you brat out until he has to teach you a lesson. Rarely, but it has been happening more frequently since Aemond came around, it's not the pain that you need, it's pleasure until you forget you have a body. 

In all his past experiences, Osferth didn't really have the chance to explore this side of being a dom, which he's liking more than he'd ever thought he would, and he has Aemond's hard limits to thank. If your lives hadn't crossed and entwined together, you two would have probably missed the chance to have fun this way. 

"My love?" 

His fingers find your chin again, needing to know if he’s reading you right.

"Os?" 

Your eyes are already glazed over and your pupils blown: you two are absolutely on the same page here. 

"Give me fifteen minutes and then come upstairs - his hands cup your face, warm, the skin rough and familiar - bring the closed orange juice carton, the big one in the pantry

"I will, sir". 

Your big, beautiful brain is already halfway gone, without him doing nothing but talk to you. 

"Drink something sugary and eat some chocolate. You are going to need all the energy you can muster". 

A full body shudder thunders through your body, stealing a smile from his lips: he doesn't really need fifteen minutes to organize all he needs, but why miss the chance to use your own imagination against you? Fucking with your brain is half the work: once you are in the right mindset, it's so much easier to play with you, to bring you right where he wants you to be. 

On autopilot you drink freshly pressed orange juice, leaving half pitcher in the fridge and eat some of Aemond's dark chocolate, the one he craves when coming down from subspace. On muscle memory only, you grab a marker to write on the board attached to the fridge that more needs to be bought and grab what Osferth asked you to bring, while your mind is already upstairs, creating scenarios upon scenarios, sweat running down your spine, cunt wet and ready for the taking.

The moment the clock strikes the fifteen minute mark, you walk upstairs, your heart in your chest, excited and scared at the same time. 

When you cross the threshold, you feel like a shy virgin, which is hilarious. You've never been afraid or shy whenever sex is involved, but when your brain is in this special kind of gutter, it's like your first time all over again. You feel the warmth of desire spread everywhere in your body when Osferth softly smiles, grabs the items you bought and takes your hands in his. His hands gently help you remove your clothes, fingertips teasingly caressing your skin as it's revealed; goosebumps spread everywhere, your nipples stiffen and Osferth delicately kisses each with love and devotion until a soft moan leaves your lips

"Are you still with me?"

When has he kneeled? And where are your panties?

"Yeah - you murmur - all green". 

You know there's a stupid smile on your face, because it's mirroring Osferth's, who delicately parts your folds and kisses your clit, his tongue licking it slowly, until you buck your hips against his face. His hands curl around your hips to steady you

"Come for me whenever you want". 

You want to agree, your words deserting you the moment his thumbs open your folds again, obscenely wet, to make space for his tongue.

He takes it easy, he knows your first orgasm is always hard to reach and you need time to get there, to get in the right mood. His tongue licks your clit, slowly inching to your hole with every passing, until it catches there and he sneaks in to french kiss you there, while his nose plays with your clit. Your hands grab his hair to move his face to your leisure and he lets you, this is not about control, it’s about your pleasure and the moans spilling from your mouth as he fucks you with his tongue, your juices escaping to wet his chin. The moment his nose pushes the right angle against your clit you feel your nerves light up violently and you ride his face brutally, until you come and he tries to drink down all you are giving him. 

His hands on your hips keep you steady and upright, his lips kiss the meat of your tights, leaving marks on the delicate skin, his tongue licking all his lips have missed; he is so addicted to your taste, he’d die if you’d ever deny him this. 

His name falls from your lips, letting him know that you need to lie down; he gives your clit a quick peck and then he lifts your body on his shoulder, not trusting your shaking legs to carry you to bed. You laugh and he slaps your ass jokingly, eliciting another peal of laughter from you, the sound music to his ears. 

With as much care as the position allows him, he lies you down on the bed, making sure your eyes are on him when he removes his t-shirt; he knows you love it when he peels it off grabbing the cotton from the back. 

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah - the world slurred leaves your lips - My head feels like it's full of cotton candy"

"Good. We need that gorgeous brain of yours to shut down for a while, don't we?". 

You nod, your eyes now focused on the growing bulge in his pants. 

"Do you think you'll need to be restrained?". 

He loves the dumb way you look at him. He doesn't truly need to ask you, you've given him the reins, it's too fun to torment you though, to keep your brain awake enough for ideas to form and work to his advantage. You want to shake your head, but you know you have to use your words like a big girl; your reward is three fingers in your cunt, curling to push against your G-spot, making your squeal and arching your back in surprise and pleasure. 

Osferth's rough fingertips keep rubbing inside of you, your muscle trying to curl around them, he just scissors his strong fingers and keeps going, pushing against the rough patch there, the other hand on your lower belly to keep you in place and you try to kick until the pressure is too much and you come again with a shout. 

Through half lidded eyes you see Osferth licking his fingers, a low hum of pleasure escapes his lips and the bulge in his pants is completely outlined. That looks uncomfortable and you want to ask him if he wants a hand with it, your brain is too stupid already to form a coherent thought. 

A small slap lands on your left breast, not hard enough to hurt but enough to focus your attention on your lover and you moan, watching him cupping himself as he lies on the bed, his lips kissing the inside of your tights, open mouthed and hungry, until his hot breath is on your cunt, two fingers opening your lips and you shiver; you are already so sensitive and it's only been two orgasms. You know he's not going to stop until you can't take it anymore. You want him to keep going until you cannot possibly function, yet, you are scared of the depths of the pleasure you have to face.

A moan like a cry for help leaves you lips when your clit is enveloped again by Osferth’s mouth, your hands go to his hair, this time he’s not letting you control his movements, his hands grab your hips to plaster his face better against you and his tongue licks your clit fast, his lips curl around it to suck at the same time and you explode.

You lose count of the number of orgasms he gives you, barely aware of the flurry of mouth, tongue and lips against your cunt, too lost in the pleasure, throat raw and legs clenching around Osferth’s head. He gives you respite when he feels that he is going to come, your pleasure the only primer his cock needs. He stares at you while he cups himself, his cock raw by the friction against the cotton of his bottoms: you have already lost the use of your legs, when he caresses you calf, he can only see your muscles twitch reflexively, your hands lie by your sides and you are covered in perspiration. His mouth tastes like you to the point he knows he will be able to taste you in the back of his throat, no matter how many times he brushes his teeth. His tongue sneaks out to lick whatever drops of your essence are left on his lips, hungry.

This is not enough, it will never be enough, the need to devour you, to carry you within himself will never be seated, no matter how many times he has you; his love for you opened a wound on his soul no amount of lovemaking will ever heal. He needs you now and he will need you always, you make him feral and desperate for you, the higher functions of his brain hanging by one thread: keeping you safe.

His hands grab your ankles and he pulls your unresponsive body closer to his, your eyes can barely open, your brain too fuzzy to truly care about what he’s going to do to you. Your ears pick up a whirring sound, your brain needs a second more to recognize it, as if it mattered, as if you are in any shape to run. As if you don’t want this.

With extreme caution, Osferth places the clit sucker on your engorged clitoris; the thing is on the lower setting and still you yelp, your hips pathetically trying to move, the muscles non responding. 

A chain of pleas and noes fall from your lips: you are well aware that he will torture you with it until you come with each setting and there’s ten of them. You want to reason with him, to bargain, the pressure on your clit is minimal, enough to light the nerves there and to muddle your thoughts. You cannot possibly come, not like this, it's not enough

"You will" he says, eyes trained on your face. 

You want to shake your head, to beg, to make him go faster, for him to use his fingers, please, anything to help you, Gods please! The sudden change of the angle makes you squeal and come, the breath cut from your lungs. 

You know your chest is heaving and your heart is beating like crazy, you cannot feel anything but the ringing in your ears and the toy sliding against your lower lips to grant your clit a modicum of mercy. You are crying, fat tears sliding down your cheeks; Osferth knows he'd make you a disservice if he's stopping now. You are desperate, yes, but you are still in yourself and you didn't come to him for this; it's strange how seeing you in the throes of brutal pleasure is harder for him to manage, than the times you two play with pain. His first instinct, the wrong one to follow, is to stop and start the aftercare immediately and that's not what you need right now. He elects to ignore your desperation, kisses your forehead though and ranks up the toy, moving it back to your clit. Your head jerks from side to side, the pleasure a painful shock on your clit; with a desperate effort your hips try to move and Osferth needs a hand to keep you pinned where he wants you, subjugating you again to the toy. Each higher setting is a tortuous journey towards pleasure, your body sending thwarted signals your brain cannot analyze, your muscles twitching as you scream again and again for him. He's barely giving you respite between bouts of pleasure now, the sucker on your clit after every orgasm makes your hip jut up in overstimulation, his voice softly encouraging you as his eyes switch between your beautiful face and your drenched cunt. You are coming so much, he cannot wait to lick you clean again. Osferth's cock hurts and pulsates with every small movement he makes, he feels his control slipping with each of your orgasms. He doesn't want to come just yet, his brain is screaming at him until he removes his pants hastily before he uses the highest setting on you and you come immediately. The animalistic part of him takes control and he plunges inside your loose cunt and he just needs the enveloping warmth to come, his hot seed making you shiver.  

He stays rooted inside of you, the small movements of your cunt's muscles massage his spent cock until he starts moving again, feeling his erection mounting. You've been so good, making him come almost untouched, you reserve a reward. He is in no hurry though, your cunt is so perfect he wants to savor it, how wet it is, how his cock fits perfectly in there, your muscles valiantly trying to curl around him to offer him more friction even in your fucked stupid state. He tells you everything, praising you as his small cross dangles in front of your face, right above your parted lips and you snatch it with your lips, your lizard brain knowing this would make him happy and it wins you deeper thrusts and rhythmic slaps on your breasts, until you come, taking Osferth with you.  

He knows he is too heavy and he should roll off you, he can feel how ragged your breath is, his cock doesn't want to lose your warmth though, until one idea pops into his mind. 

He kneels between your splayed legs, not wanting to miss the slow sliding of his come from your overused hole. He has to fight the need to push it back and to plug you, he has other ideas as he pushes on your lower tummy to make sure everything is out and you groan, eyes rolling back. He knows your nerves are afire, any touch and you would receive a shock wave of pleasure; it's so fun to play with you like this. 

You are a ragdoll in his embrace, making all too easy to sit you between his splayed legs, your head abandoned against his shoulder, his spent cock nestled again in your warmth as he helps you drink the juice in greedy gulps: you must feel so thirsty after screaming that much, your throat raw. You've been such a good girl for him, bringing straws even if he's forgotten to tell you, he has to reward you again. 

His fingers find your clit the moment you stop drinking and he pinches it tight until your back arches and he releases it, thumb and forefinger sliding easily around the overused nub, until a smaller orgasm hits you and you wail. 

He needs his phone for the second part of his reward, stretching his arm to the bedside table without removing his cock from inside of you. His timing is perfect, he thinks, while he sends a quick message to Aemond. 

After what it feels like a century of calls, Aemond emerges from his home office to the quiet of the living room. He can see the dogs and cats splayed outside in the sun and you are not there, nor Osferth; where are you two? His phone chimes to the sound of a text incoming, thankfully it’s not his work phone, it’s either his mum or Helaena; he’s surprised it’s Osferth, who curtly asks him to come upstairs. What the hell is going on?

He gets his answer the moment he opens the door and sees you completely and utterly abandoned against Osferth. Both your bodies covered in perspiration and his cock inside of you, the room reeks of sex, his own cock stirs immediately, the scene presented to his eyes debauched and full of love at the same time. He doesn’t even need to be told to undress, his hands working on autopilot on the buttons of his crisp shirt and trousers. 

You are so out of it you don’t even react when he crawls up to you, his lips soft on your sweaty forehead are what makes you open your eyes and call his name, maybe you don’t need to use your safeword with him, he’ll have pity on you.

“She are still verbal” he notices

“That’s why I need your help”.

You want to add something, to have a say in the discussion regarding you, your bratty side trying to crawl out of the shadows and it’s immediately subdued by Osferth’s two fingers sliding inside your pussy again. You vaguely hear them say something about playing a game, too late your brain works out it’s “How many fingers can this pussy get”, before your legs are splayed again and cold lube is poured on your cunt. Your abs tight when Osferth slides his other two fingers in, you want to beg, to say that you can’t play this game and only a moan escapes your lips when Aemond index breaches you in, sliding delicately next to Osferth’s, trying to open you up for him. You don’t think you can take anymore and yet your pussy accepts his other three fingers, the pressure inside your belly unbearable, still your cunt tries to curl around the intrusion. They are barely moving, just staring at your stuffed hole with incredulous eyes as their fingers wriggle delicately, the same idea forming in their heads, their hands pushing on your lower abdomen as your breath catches. Too much, it’s too much, your brain is screaming, you can't, it's too tight, you want to say, please stop and yet the time to use your safeword hasn’t come yet. Your hips try to wriggle as they delicately move in and out, your abs pulling and clenching until your back arches and you squirt all over their fingers.

Your ears are ringing so much, you can barely hear their praises, Aemond’s left hand on your cheek sends a zing of pleasure to your brain. You don’t even notice he’s drying your tears, his eye full of love for you, nor feel Osferth sliding out from behind you to let you lie on the bed, legs obscenely spread, your lower lips red and wet for them.

Osferth’s slightly chapped lips are on your forehead, leaving gentle kisses while you try to catch your breath, his calloused hand sliding softly up and down your side, his eyes ready to check for signs of discomfort and all he can see is you drunk on pleasure, your breath slowly going back to normal. 

Even though your pussy feels sore, you still hunger for more, you need your lovers again; the intrusion of the small bullet vibrator in your hole has you moaning, the vibration low against your G-spot. Aemond’s long body covers yours, his lips chaste on your mouth, just leaving small pecks that make you relax in his warmth, make you want to scoot closer to him and just lie there in his embrace. The vibrator against your clit steals a scream from your rough throat, your eyes widening the moment you see it’s Aemond who is torturing you, his face close to your pussy to observe your clit being played with. Your body is too heavy for you to even try to move, your hips incapable of sliding away; and where would you want to go? Chapped lips envelope your stiff nipple as a callous hand pinches the other, a long sob escapes your lips the moment someone pushes on your lower belly again, your clit firing off against the vibrations as you wail pitifully. 

Someone is growling in the distance, you’ve squirted again, this time all over Aemond’s face and hair, unlocking something primal inside of him, the animalistic instinct of tasting you takes over and his face is buried in your pussy, his teeth delicately biting your clit and you sob, incapable of doing anything else but feel him, his hunger for you, his hands on your tights to keep you spread open for him, the small vibrator inside of you going faster and you come again and again, your brain finally shutting down and accepting defeat, your body following the pleasure burning your nerves. You squirt again and don’t hear your boys high fiving, nor their praises, your eyes are too heavy to open and you miss them kissing passionately, your taste on their lips driving them insane with need.

Their big hands are on your body again, the bullet removed from your overused cunt, Aemond helping you to sit up and drink some more. You are so pliant for him now, all soft moans and goosebump erupting wherever his hand lands on your skin, he almost feels bad for having used your body the way he did and for what he and Osferth are about to do. His cock is so hard, though and you have given him permission a long time ago to fuck you even when you are deep into subspace. His lips are on your temple, murmuring sweet nothings and encouragements, telling you what a good girl you have been for the two of them, you just hum in pleasure, soaking into his warmth.

You are on your back again, legs kept open and up on Aemond’s arms; he shivers when just his head breaches you and Osferth’s hand starts jacking him, stopping his advance, his lips on the column of his neck. You are so warm and loose, Osferth’s palm rough on his skin as he moves faster and faster, one goal in mind and Aemond’s hips just follow his movements, his orgasm curling and curling at the base of his spine, until he comes inside of you, his cock milked until he has no more to give. He has to let go of your legs, hands planted at the sides of your body, breath ragged after keeping his orgasm under wraps for so long. He has to clean you up, though, your pretty pussy is kept plugged by the head of his cock, the moment he leaves, everything is going to come out and he doesn’t want to miss a single drop. He needs a moment to coordinate his movements, he manages to be fast enough  to plug you with his fingers the moment his head leaves you heath.

You barely keen the moment his hot lips meet your cunt again, his tongue delicately licking you clean and leaving your overused clit alone; you will need the respite, because they are not done with you.

Once you are clean of his spunk, he grabs Osferth’s short locks and kisses him passionately, his own come, still in his mouth, being passed to the other man, who hungrily sucks everything in. With a greedy eye he stares as Osferth’s fingers make your pretty cunt gape and then spit the come back inside of you, his fingers plugging you close again and curling to seek you G-spot. You tremble at the intrusion and come immediately, twice, his thumb against your clit. 

Osferth’s own erection is agony, every small movement fires pleasure and pain up and down his spine. You’ve been so good, coming all these times and you are still ready to give them more, to sheath them inside of you. He can’t control himself anymore and slides inside of you, your muscles still try to curl around him and he wants to cry at how good you make him feel, at how much your body recognizes his on instinct only. He tries to reign his orgasm in, tries to go slow and savor you and God it’s so hard, your body enchants his, steals control from him, the pleasure robs him of whatever control he has left and he comes, fingers on your abused clit, because you deserve a reward for being so good for the two of them.

You are floating somewhere your brain is not needed, somewhere safe, where your body is loose and weightless. You can feel big hands on your skin, moving you in a different position, but everything is muffled and you don’t really care, knowing that you are safe. The warmth enveloping you is nice, the skin against yours so soft and nice smelling, the words in your ear soothing, you just rub your face against the body keeping yours up and someone hums happily. Slowly you get a hold of your body, your muscles feel overused and your pussy sore, you feel so happy and safe where you are, enveloped in warmth and Aemond’s masculine scent.

“Are you back, issa dōna jorrāelagon? - my sweet love, softly murmured against the crown of your head, you just burrow your face against his neck and he laughs - oh, I see, you are still non verbal. Shall we go take a bath? I think it’s ready”.

An unhappy sound leaves your lips and you pout up at him; you are so cute he hums happily at you.

“What’s wrong, dōna hāedar, sweet girl? Gaomagon ao jaelagon nykeā vūjigon, do you want a kiss?”.

You just nod sleeply against the curve of his neck and he gives you a small peck on your lips, which is absolutely not enough. You let him know of your displeasure with a pathetic sound at the back of your throat, which wins you a serious kiss, his tongue entering your pliant mouth with ease. You can taste him and yourself; if you weren't so tired you'd be ready to go again, to welcome him in the depths of your body and you wish he'd lie you down on the destroyed sheets to sheath his cock inside of you. Both him and Osferth have given you so much pleasure you don't care that you can't physically come again or that your cunt is sore, you'd do anything to thank your lovers. 

Aemond seems to pick up on your rambling thoughts, his soft lips on your sweaty forehead

"I will make love to you, Issa gevie dāria, my beautiful queen, when you are fully responsive to my touch. I want to drink every moan, every scream you will give me". 

You hum happily at him, noticing just now that both the eyepatch and the sapphire are gone: he is as naked and vulnerable as you are, the biggest gift he could honor you with. You want to thank him for his trust, for believing in your love for him, but words fail you, forcing you to kiss his shoulder with reverence, trying to pour all your feelings into your actions. He seems to understand, his hand cups the back of your neck to keep you where you are, enveloping your spent body with his. 

Slowly he puts one arm under your knees to anchor you safely against his body and stands up; carrying you around is so easy, you are weightless in his arms, his precious love who needs all his care after gifting him with the honor of her body. On the way to the master bathroom Aemond sees Osferth emerge from the big room, cell phone in hand, loose bottoms hanging on his hips. He looks so young and nothing like the sex demon who has fucked you into subspace, his smile so open and soft: the duality of the man he loves. Osferth beams at him and you, his lips find the crown of your head to place a delicate kiss there, his empty hand stroking your cheek tenderly; you are so pliant when you are coming down to yourself, the only thing he wants to do is curl around you and keep you safe, even if he feels the tendrils of his own need for cuddles start to emerge. 

The water is the perfect temperature for your tired body, the body wash squirted in there is your favorite; you don't want to leave for the rest of your life, your body bracketed by Aemond's as he starts washing your hair and his own, his fingers undoing the knots your trashing has formed and massaging your scalp. He tells you about his day and what he wants to do during the weekend, about Helaena's new project being greenlighted by her boss. He could tell you about the stock market and you'd listen, the softness of his voice the thread you need to slowly re-emerge from subspace. You can hear Osferth calling the only pizza place that delivers in this neck of the woods and you know you are in for a treat, the submissive in you reveling in the care your two lovers are pouring on you. 

It doesn't take long for Osferth to come back and join the two of you in the water, his body nestling against yours, his face hiding in the curve of your neck as Aemond washes his back with long strokes. You two are so soft and needy he thanks the Gods again that the delivery guy knows where to leave the pizzas while you three are in the bath. He knows you two will not drown, it's just that his protectiveness is at its maximum now, he needs to tend to the two of you, make sure that you come on the other side of your lovemaking, safe and happy. 

You are not truly sleeping, your head lolled back on Aemond’s shoulder, your eyes half lidded stare at his beautiful, relaxed face. You can feel Osferth moving to Aemond’s other side, putting his head on his free shoulder with a content sigh, his hand sneaking to grab yours, fingers entwining on Aemond’s abs. You truly feel that the itch which had tormented you for half of the day, is gone, your brain back in gear. Osferth is sleepy and hungry, patting himself on the back mentally for having changed the sheets while on the phone with the pizzeria, he only wishes not to have to leave the hot water to eat; if only teleportation were a thing, he thinks the moment your tummy rumbles. He shares a quick stare with Aemond, before taking your tired body from him to help you out of the tub. His drop of endorphins is not as stark as the one he has to deal with when he dominates you with pain, which means he can be a functional human being and help you dry your hair and wear one of his old T-shirts. He doesn’t bother with panties after applying soothing cream on your abused lips, he knows you are far too sensitive to have anything chafe there at the moment. Behind you, Aemond has gathered his long hair in a quick bun and he’s now braiding yours to help them dry faster; he’s quite happy that you can stand on your own, albeit on shaky legs, he doesn’t need your words to know he’s doing right, picking up from the happy sounds escaping your mouth. He kneels and helps you wear your skid proof socks, today it’s the elephant ones and he steals a kiss on the side of your knee, making you giggle like a schoolgirl; no one sees this side of you, or of him, but Osferth and he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Osferth carries you bridal style downstairs, your face pressed against his shoulder, your lips leaving kisses on the reddened skin; he quickly wraps you in your favorite fleece blanket, only your skid proof socks, your head and your hands emerging, your head on his shoulder, waiting for the food to come. Your boys sit by your sides, taking turns into feeding you and peppering kisses on your forehead, while something mindless plays on the telly. You don’t finish your food, too tired and still coming down from subspace to truly care and fall asleep with your head on Osferth’s shoulder and your feet on Aemond’s lap. 

The three of you wake up in the morning all entwined on the sofa, the mark of a good day to come.

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[mitsuki91]

Of course because my brain can not stop and it's full of floating snowbaird plots, now I am thinking about a story post canon where Lucy Gray return to 12 and with Maude Ivory as the snowbaird ambassador... So I write a little bit and I present to you my own version of Maude Ivory, the new menance to society, who has the best (worst) part of Lucy Gray charm and Coriolanus manipulation:

She saw him again a year and a half later.

Unbelievable. Maude Ivory had insisted on taking part in this phantom Victory Tour that Panem was advertising everywhere - while Lucy Gray had stayed cooped up at home because she couldn't bear the thought of the Hunger Games, just as she had been at home during the summer event - and so she had gone to the square, alone in the crowd, to watch the little speech that that year's Victor was going to give.

And there he was.

Her hands itched. Maude Ivory bit her tongue, thinking back to the promise she had made, but there had to be a way... A way...

Coriolanus was not alone. He was moving with a small group of people - a blonde woman who looked like him, another blonde woman who looked like she had a stink on her face, and one with black hair so straight it looked like silk and an almost sullen expression - but she couldn't let this opportunity pass her by.

When the stage show ended she slipped through the crowd, taking advantage of her petite build and the fact that no one really paid attention to a nine-year-old girl, until she found herself just behind the group.

"... How dreary" the obnoxious blonde woman was saying "And you put up with what? A month? Far too long, if you ask me."

Maude Ivory leaned even closer and then tugged at the sleeve of Coriolanus' red coat.

He turned instinctively towards her and the world froze.

She saw it, in his blue eyes. An instant of panic, and then a pain so sharp it hurt reflexively, and then... Nothingness. A flat calm, deposited like the fine coal dust that covered everything at the Seam.

"... Do you have any caramel popcorn?" asked Maude Ivory, assuming her best good-girl-does-sweet-eyes expression.

The small group had stopped with Coriolanus and the girls were all puzzled and silent.

"No," replied Coriolanus, dryly.

Maude Ivory used her secret technique of making-a-cute-pout. Just a little glossy-eyed, to soften.

She let go slowly of his coat sleeve, trying to put in as much devastation as a poor, dirty, starving child could muster - which was a lot, she had to admit, so Maude Ivory congratulated herself as she waited for any reaction from him.

Which did not wait.

Coriolanus' lower lip trembled imperceptibly and his eyes filled with pain again - with regret, Maude Ivory realized at that moment.

A second later and Maude Ivory felt herself being lifted into his arms and found herself hanging by his side, her face at his height, while he smiled, tenderly, masking his suffering.

"Hey, how about I buy you a cake instead?"

"A cake? A whole one?!"

"Of course."

"Will you get me a chocolate one?"

"Whatever you like. Only, you have to help me. You see, I've never been to this part of the District: will you guide me to the bakery?"

Maude Ivory smiled and let out a few exclamations of enthusiasm. She began to guide him noisily and chaotically, pointing with her arms and hands, laughing when he pretended to take a wrong turn to be corrected. With a very small part of herself she was aware that the other girls were following them and that their expressions were priceless: of pure amazement, speechless in front of that spectacle in which Coriolanus almost made a fool of himself just to make a little girl laugh.

Perfectly so, thought Maude Ivory, enjoying the power she wielded over all of them, Coriolanus above all.

Barb Azure used to tell her that she was too smart and sprightly for her age, and in that moment Maude Ivory fully understood what her cousin meant. And she was proud of it.

Finally they arrived at the bakery, where Maude Ivory, still in Coriolanus' arms, made a lot of other scenes pretending to be undecided between different chocolate cakes. Finally she chose a medium-sized, heart-shaped one - because, it was obvious, even if he didn't know it, it had to be a gift from Coriolanus to his Lucy Gray - and as Coriolanus struggled to get the money out of his coat pocket, she threw her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulders, hugging and cuddling him. Surreptitiously she peered at the girls and saw that the obnoxious blonde looked disgusted, so she smiled brightly at her.

"Who are you?" she asked her, direct and innocent.

She emitted an annoyed snort.

"Livia Cardrew," she replied, "Coryo's girlfriend. You know, the guy who's buying you a cake for no good reason." she added in a hiss, addressing him.

Maude Ivory felt Coriolanus stiffen beneath her and widened her smile.

You are deluded, blondie.

"Then prepare yourself, for when I am grown I will take him away from you," she replied, quietly, and saw the dark-haired girl turn to hide a laugh in the palm of her hand.

"Oh really?" asked the third girl, smiling amused "And what is your name?"

"Maude," replied Maude Ivory. She purposely didn't say her middle name because, she knew, 'Maude' could be a Miss Nobody, but 'Maude Ivory' belonged to the Coveys - and the Coveys were a secret she only wanted to share with Coriolanus.

He seemed to appreciate it, however, as he turned his head slightly to the side to leave a light kiss in her hair.

That earned her another grunt of disapproval from stink-below-the-nose-Livia and an even squeakier laugh from the other girl.

"Then nice to meet you, Maude. I am Tigris, Coryo's cousin, and in a few years I will be honored to be a relative of yours."

You don't know how much, thought Maude Ivory.

Coriolanus had managed to pay, so they all left the bakery.

"Will you take me home?" asked Maude Ivory to Coriolanus "I'll tell you the way."

"Of course," replied Coriolanus, in a low voice.

Maude Ivory knew she was directing him towards many memories. Good memories, she hoped, though they must be full of bitterness since he didn't know Lucy Gray was back and well.

Fate would decide.

She would not break any promises, she would not say anything, but Coriolanus was going to return to the Covey house. And there he was going to find Lucy Gray.

They walked for about a quarter of an hour. Maude Ivory had chatted a little with the girls - she had found out that the third was called Clemensia and that she had been invited to attend the Victory tour as a friend of Tigris, who was the stylist, and Coriolanus, who was responsible for the success of the event.

Then they had arrived. The last house before the meadow.

Maude Ivory had stirred and slipped out of Coriolanus' grasp. Tam Amber had come out of the house and merely observed them, puzzled.

"Look!" had exclaimed Maude Ivory, taking the bag from Coriolanus' hands "Coryo gave me a cake!"

The girls called him that, so she had decided she would do the same.

Tam Amber took the bag from her hands and opened it, looking at the box with the cake shop symbol.

"Mmmmh..." he commented, neutral "Did you say thank you properly?"

Maude Ivory returned to Coriolanus and pulled him tightly into a hug. He, puzzled, merely looked at her.

"What a warm coat!" she exclaimed, looking up at him and enacting another skit of her own "I bet it would look great on my cousin Barbie! Do you know she has to run every morning to get warm because we don't have enough fabric for winter clothes?"

Come on, thought Maude Ivory, take the bait.

Coriolanus stared at her for several moments, confused. Then he raised an eyebrow, puzzled. He looked both irritated and amused.

“You want my coat? For... Your cousin?” he asked finally.

Maude Ivory performed a huge sly smile.

"My cousin would thank you very much if she were here, I'm sure."

Holy stars in the sky, that wasn't even a lie.

Coriolanus hid his mouth behind his hand. A flash of pain in his eyes, and then a secret laugh.

“You know what? That's fine. You've earned it,” he finally told her, taking off his coat. Maude Ivory heard the blonde hen exclaim "What?!" and ignored her. She took the coat from Coriolanus' hands and folded it back on itself, holding it up so it wouldn't touch the ground.

"Thank you! We will make good use of it!"

"I hope so. It's fine tailoring, you know."

"Fine what?"

"Never mind."

Coriolanus tousled her hair in a gesture that was both affectionate and familiar. Lucy Gray always did it to her.

"Kiss?" asked Maude Ivory.

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow again and then leaned towards her to leave a small kiss on her cheek.

"I really have to go now... Maude."

"Well, thanks for everything, stranger."

Coriolanus turned, after nodding to Tam Amber, and had almost reached the end of the street when Maude Ivory shouted one last thing to him.

"If you can, send me some caramel popcorn when you get home!"

She heard him burst out laughing and smiled back with thirty-two teeth. Coriolanus turned for a final wave and then disappeared behind a turn, tailed by the girls.

Maude Ivory, still with the coat in her hand, went round the house until she found Lucy Gray on the other side, standing at the wall, pale and with a terrible expression on her face.

As if she had seen a ghost.

And with a pain that mirrored what she herself had seen in his eyes.

Maude Ivory handed her the coat.

"I have not broken my promise, I swear," she told her. Lucy Gray remained silent. She did not even seem to be looking at her, lost in some memory she had not shared with her "It still smells like roses" Maude Ivory insisted.

With a terrible sigh Lucy Gray came back to reality and, with trembling hands, picked up the coat. She detached herself from the wall of the house and wrapped it around herself, sinking her face into the collar and sniffing at the top of her lungs.

“Thank you, Maude Ivory,” she said at last.

She was not stupid enough to refuse such a gift even though, Maude Ivory was sure, in a few days she would be scolded good and proper.

"Are we all celebrating with cake tonight? It's chocolate."

She saw Lucy Gray smiling, and smiled back.

The stars had not graced them this time but, she felt, sooner or later they would help her sort things out.

She wasn't going to stop trying anyway.

#coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #snowbaird #maude ivory #maude ivory baird #fan fiction #my fics #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #of course I miss the title #even the rest of the plot after some... things #lol

[mentallyilllittleguy]

TW - Ghost trauma (mental health issues, abuse, references to SA) and symbolic NSFW (not explicit)

'A Pearl' by Mitski, told through Ghost and his relationships. (Please note: some repeated lines are omitted for the sake of comprehension and brevity.)

You're growing tired of me

You love me so hard and I still can't sleep

Ghost looks down at Soap. The man is laying on his chest, fast asleep.

An unsettled feeling grows in his stomach. It's two a.m., meaning he should be asleep too, but... he just can't seem to find it in himself.

He's turning those words over in his head, again and again and again:

"I love you, Simon. Even if you're a dead man."

Dammit, that accent made him weak in the knees. It makes his head spin, like he's going to vomit. Sick, like a punch to the gut. He heard those first three words from his mother... once. His brother, a few times, back when he was tiny and ham-fisted. No one had said it since.

You're growing tired of me

And all the things I don't talk about

Roach's eyes, when not covered by a pair of sunglasses, are a soft, chocolate colour. They match his warm brown skin perfectly.

"Ya don't have to tell me, Si," he says, his fluttering lashes and crinkled nose the perfect portrayal of the sadness he reflects from Ghost. "I mean, fuck, I'm glad you even told me what ya did."

Ghost shakes his head, his eyes burning. It's not good enough, but he can't cry now.

"Simon." Roach has cupped Ghost's cheek in his hand. "It's alright, darl'." His Australian drawl is soothing, his touch warm enough to feel as though it's sinking into Ghost's bones.

"I'm sorry," Ghost rasps. His throat is closing up and he knows he's going non-verbal. He quickly signs, "Space."

Roach nods. "That's alright, sweet'eart. You've got nothing to be sorry for, but I understand why you feel like you need to apologise."

He blows a kiss to Ghost and leaves the room, shutting the door gently behind him.

Sorry, I don't want your touch

It's not that I don't want you

Sorry, I can't take your touch

"Ghost?" Soap says, slowly approaching.

The screams keep echoing around Ghost's head. There's pain all over his body, that hook sunk deep in his stomach. He remembers what it was like to have those people touch him, grab him and use his body in the most sadistic ways possible.

"Ghost," Soap says. He kneels down next to Ghost and touches his arm.

Ghost flinches away.

"What's wrong?" Soap asks.

Shaking his head, Ghost reaches out to push Soap away. His throat is full of words and sounds and feelings and they're all clogged up. The push falls short, and Soap creeps closer.

"Ghost, can you tell me five things you can see?"

Still too far away to push, Soap lingers. His fingers are splayed out, hand outstretched as though he wants to touch Ghost. Ghost starts thinking about the texture of skin and the heat of it and the goosebumps it will cause on his own skin and the idea of those sensory things makes him want to throw up, makes him want to rip his skin off, makes him want to scream until his throat begins to bleed.

Soap inches closer and Ghost starts to scream, banging his hands on the floor. It's all too much. Everything is too much. He can feel everything and hear it and see it and smell it and taste it and its crammed inside his skull and he is going to die.

He screams and screams and screams... and when he finally feels like the energy and itch of his body is dispelled, he sees that his fists are dripping with blood, the floor beside him spattered in it.

What he notices next is that Soap is nowhere to be seen. That feels like a stab to the heart. He wonders why he pushes Soap away every single time. And yes, he was having a sensory meltdown but fuck, why can't his brain just let him have one good thing to comfort him? Just one would do.

It's just that I fell in love with a war

Nobody told me it ended

And it left a pearl in my head

And I roll it around every night

Just to watch it glow

Every night baby that's where I go

"You're always there, aren't you?" Roach asks.

Ghost looks up at him, startled. The thoughts that clink around in his head become quieter.

"What do you mean?"

With a sad smile, Roach comes to sit in front of him. They're both cross-legged on the bed they share - small, cold figures of the night. The moonlight from outside reveals the rhythm of Roach's lips as he speaks.

"You're always stuck in all those places where something horrific happened. I can see it. There's this... emptiness." Gentle as ever, Roach's hand cups his cheek. "If you ever need me, take me with you. I love you."

"I love you too," Ghost says. He kisses Roach's palm.

There's a hole that you fill

You fill

You fill

With Soap behind him, inside him, and Roach's hands touching every centimetre of his skin... he feels so whole.

Soap is buried so deeply inside him that he simply feels full, the gnawing ache of the cold in his gut finally sated by the blaze of heat that is Soap's pure and utter adoration for him. Warmth curls around his neck with his huff of Soap's breath, revelling in how tightly those calloused hands hold his hips, rejoicing at the force with which Soap shows his love.

Roach's hands are all over him, palming at his chest and stomach, rolling the muscles and savouring them. His lips work against Ghost's like a lifeline, as if any kind of part between them could bring about their death. He's soft under Ghost's touch, malleable and kind, his breath softly fanning over Ghost's face, wisping through his hair.

Every touch, every breath... it's filling. It fills his heart in a way that can't be described. He allows himself to drift into the tide of warmth, lost to the rhythm of his own heart beating, floating on that high of euphoria.

It's just that I fell in love with a war

Nobody told me it ended

And it left a pearl in my head

And I roll it around every night

Just to watch it glow

Every night baby that's where I go

Just to watch it glow

The more Ghost thinks about it and the more he discusses his past with Soap and Roach, the more he begins to think that a pearl has formed inside his skull. It's something that has taken years to form, created through pressure and duress, hidden inside him until he can be prised open. That opening would reveal soft, vulnerable tissue, nestling a creamy white pearl in its dip. A pearl that is beautiful, yet eerily so. Maybe one day, Soap and Roach will be able to open him up and behold the pearl. Until then, Ghost lets it roll around his skull, smiling and watching it glow.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost #cod #ghost call of duty #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #john mactavish #soap cod #gary roach sanderson #mitski #a pearl #a pearl mitski

[stranger-rants]

I don’t headcanon Billy as aromantic asexual. If I did, it would look like this and before anyone complains to me about my interpretation - I am aromantic and asexual:

Billy enjoys sex. He gets off. His libido is high, but that's because sex is like scratching an itch. It feels good, but the more you do it the more you want to continue doing it. He knows, technically, what an "attractive" partner is supposed to look like. How they're supposed to touch him. How he's supposed to touch them. Or, at least what he's been told. He does all the right things. It's formulaic. What he says to them, about them, but...

Billy doesn't understand why sex brings people closer. Emotionally. He doesn't pick sexual partners because he's particularly attracted to them. He picks them because they know how to help him scratch his itch. He's asked how he could possibly have sex with someone, good sex, and not lock down an exclusive relationship with them, but sex isn't about the person involved. Their body. Their beauty. Their "attractiveness." It's just sex.

There's nothing wrong with that, he reasons. People use him for his body all the time. He doesn't mind. It's all consensual. Except, there were times when people took advantage. He wonders if that fucked up his brain. Maybe that's why he craves it. Maybe he wasn't meant to. It's an ongoing internal conflict, and there are times when he actually feels good and others that leave him questioning why he's doing this at all.

To Billy, romance is dead. It's not something he can fake. Kissing feels wrong. Like every cell in his body fights it, or any romantic affection. He's not sure if he ever wants to fall in love. If he ever wanted to, or if the switch that controls romantic desire turned off in his brain when he saw Neil slap his mother around after Valentine's Day. The flowers. The chocolates. It all feels fake. Staged. Insincere. If his parents were in love, then love doesn't seem right.

So, he doesn't go steady because he doesn't feel anything. He'll date, especially if it leads to sex, but there's no commitment and why should there be? He's not going to make promises to people based on something he can't feel. And he's hated for it. He's treated as subhuman for it. Worse, people make it a challenge to see if they can make the cold hearted Billy fall for them and that just makes him feel like his lack of feeling needs to be fixed.

Like he was built wrong.

Despite it all, Billy craves connection. He wants to be close to people, but he doesn't feel that close to people when it involves romantic gestures. Sex makes him feel good, but he doesn't understand sex as some sacred intimate act that brings people together. His partners get mad at him. They leave. They say he's bad for them, because he simply can't feel what they feel. He doesn't want to, but they shame him into wanting to sometimes.

Billy's been with people who don't consider that he may want to be close to them in other ways. So they leave and date other people and treat Billy like a good time, and he thinks he deserves that. People usually have sex and date to meet The One and he's just a pit stop on that journey. He floats through people's lives. Never a permanent fixture. He wants to be okay with that, but it's an isolating experience. But he chose this... Right?

Billy wants to be nothing as much as he feels nothing sometimes, but he craves someone. Not a lover. Not The One. Just, A Someone. Someone who doesn't mind being in his life. Maybe they have sex, maybe they don't. Maybe he will kiss them because he cares about what they like, not because he loves to make out but he needs someone who doesn't take offense to the fact that Billy isn't with them because he's in love or they're The One.

He's with them because they're someone to him.

#aroace billy

[bowokshop]

The House in the Cerulean Sea - TJ Klune

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

"Linus Baker leads a quiet life. At forty, he has a tiny house with a devious cat and his beloved records for company. And at the Department in Charge of Magical Youth, he's spent many dull years monitoring their orphanages.

Then one day, Linus is summoned by Extremely Upper Management and given a highly classified assignment. He must travel to an orphanage where six dangerous children reside, including the Antichrist. There, Linus must somehow determine if they could bring on the end of days. But their guardian, charming and enigmatic Arthur Parnassus, will do anything to protect his wards. As Arthur and Linus grow ever closer, Linus must choose between duty and his dreams."

This novel literally felt like a cup of hot chocolate by the fireplace. It was so fluffy and sweet and nearly burst my little gay heart at the end ❤️. I felt so connected to the main character, Linus, and each of the children - I did feel, however, Arthur's character could have been expanded upon further as he is so integral to the storyline (but lets hope this happens in the upcoming sequel).

The writing was so easy to read, I read this book in about 2 days (which at my pace, is insanely fast). The use of dialogue and the stream of consciousness style seemed to really itch my brain right in terms of getting content across. For some reason, I really love the way Linus keeps saying "Oh dear" throughout the story - even with his extraordinary character development, that one quality seemed to stay constant (and just made him more lovable, in my opinion).

Overall, I could not agree more with V.E. Schwab's review - "...like being wrapped up in a big gay blanket." - that is EXACTLY what it felt like. I would recommend this book to anyone who needs to inject some warmth back into their lives.

#books #reading #book review #book recommendations #the house in the cerulean sea #fantasy #swastrobi #4 stars

[translucent-at-best]

Scatter-brained...

I traded my coworker some of her grandma's tamales for my brown butter salted caramel chocolate chip cookies. Every time I remember I have some in the freezer, I get happy all over again.

My friends really want me to start dating again. I want a partner, but uh... when it comes to the getting to know somebody part... I just can't stress enough how uninterested I am in having to "sell" somebody on the concept of me. And nothing makes my ass itch more than trying to carry on a conversation with somebody who puts no effort into conversing.

I'm PMSing right before Valentine's Day and this shit is for the birds. This holiday doesn't usually leave me feeling too lonely, but it's February 7th and I can't lie and say I haven't felt a pang of the lonely here and there, especially since one of my favorite things to do is see Black people getting loved up on and appreciated by their partners.

Did this man leak a dick pic to get folks to stop talking about the shots he caught on "Hiss"? I'm just saying, the timing is mighty suspicious, Aubrey... mighty suspicious.

Watching this Meg and Nicki beef unfold while living with a roommate who is a Barb is some funny shit, let me tell you.

Finished Castlevania and Castlevania: Nocturne. Wow. I pressed play on Nocturne, hoping I would like it as much as I liked the original, and NIGGA. Enjoyed it even more. But also... I really wanted a better ending for Annette.

I know I'm nerdy, but sometimes I be forgetting just how much of a nerd I am. For instance, I was recently reminded of how much I used to be into fan fiction. Harry Potter and Degrassi: The Next Generation, to be specific 😅 I still have the notebooks I wrote them in before I started posting and continuing the stories on forum sites.

My biggest hit was a Dramione (listen man... niggas was young) fanfic called Opposites Attract. Had the forum girlies going crazy over that one, you hear me?

...So, naturally, I restored my fanfiction.net account and may or may not be re-visiting my favorite stories from the early 2000s. The girls were really out here writing writing. I've always admired the ability of fanfic writers to really emulate the author's voice and pick up on the tones they use for their characters. Is it easier than creating your own world from scratch? Yes, but at the same time, it's difficult in different ways.

Yeah... I might be a trick a lil bit. Just a lil bit. Or... just more generous than I originally thought I was. I've said it before, if you're my partner, I want you to experience ease as often as possible. My love language has never been gifts, but all about that acts of service? If I can help you out or get you something that I know will make your life easier? It's yours.

The fact that I've made it to my big age without needing rain boots just to move to southern California and have to buy my first pair is wild. There are songs, multiple songs about it never raining here. Global warming is some shit.

#scatter-brained #scatter

[allylikethecat]

Writing asks I came up with:

1. What got you into writing fanfic in the first place?

2. What boundaries would you not cross as a writer regarding content?

3. Has a fic ever made you cry? And if so, what was it about that fic?

4. How do you feel about abandoning fics?

5. Are there any novel authors you like that have influenced your writing style?

YAY!! Asks!! Thank you so much for coming up with these! Get exciting for me to ramble and overshare (but do you expect anything less?!)

What got you into writing fanfic in the first place?

I have been writing fanfic since before I was even old enough to know what it really was. I was always day dreaming and drawing pictures inserting my own characters into my favorite stories, or forcing my favorite characters into my own situations (my mother used to transcribe the adventures of various Disney princess for me lol) the first *real* fanfiction I remember writing was in 5th grade for the book Eragon. My childhood best friend and I had a red spiral bound notebook that we passed back and forth and wrote our fic in. In terms of The 1975- I've been a fan of theirs since the Robbers music video started showing up on my Tumblr dash back in like 2014? (I couldn't figure out who I wanted to be more... Matty or the Robbers girl and years later I still in fact do not have an answer for that one lol) And I realized they were the same band that sang the song Chocolate. However, I didn't start posting my writing for them until last year when I was Going Through It™️ and my Bestie encouraged me to use it as an outlet (sorry Fictional!Matty! that's why your life sucks!)

2. What boundaries would you not cross as a writer regarding content?

I don't think I've actually killed off any *main* character or public figure yet and I can't actually see myself doing that? At least in something that I post for public consumption? Honestly that could change though. I don't really have any boundaries I'm not willing to cross because I am a firm believer that fanfiction is still considered art and art is supposed to make someone feel something and even make them uncomfortable. I actually have a fic that I've been working on that I'm hesitant to share because I'm not sure boundaries exist and I don't want to offend anyone (again) 😂

3. Has a fic ever made you cry? And if so, what was it about that fic?

This question isn't fair. I am a cryer, everything makes me cry. I started crying the other day because I love my horse so much (he's totally fine he was just looking super cute and was all happy I brought him carrots.) So yes, lots of fics have made me cry. Anything that I read that I can tell the author poured their heart into writing is honestly going to make me at least tear up and I am not ashamed to admit it. That's why I don't wear mascara on my lower lashes and only wear waterproof eyeliner 😂

4. How do you feel about abandoning fics?

I've only officially done it once, for a Hockey RPF fic that I just, wasn't enjoying working on. Everything else is just on "Hiatus" until I remember it exists again even if it takes years. I don't consider myself a quitter and abandoning a fic that I've started posting kind of breaks my soul. HOWEVER I do have a folder on my Google Drive that's just a graveyard of abandoned and half finished fics that I never posted that I go and visit sometimes.

5. Are there any novel authors you like that have influenced your writing style?

Yes! For sure 100%. However, I am currently sitting here going "I have never read a book before in my life" which is obviously a bold face lie you should see my GoodReads page but not really because there is a ton of my real life personal information on it lol Even though he's not (technically) a novelist (even though he did write a book!) can I say Pete Wentz? He's probably one of the writers I look up to the most. The way he bends words to pen lyrics just... scratch an itch in my brain and I hope I can one day make someone feel the way Fall Out Boy lyrics make me feel and I 100% feel like the flowery way he writes has influenced my to some capacity.

Thank you so much for sending these in! It was fun!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #questions #answers #sorry for writing you a tiny novel lol #i hope it makes sense!

[spaceoddball1969]

Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic - Chapter 25

Hi there! Sorry about no update last night. My brain was scrambled from a long ass work day and a weird text from my ex. No major drama between us but let’s just say this coming semester might be an interesting one. I’m literally itching to get back to my apartment, I swear, I’m losing it. I can feel it calling to me to just be there. I am going back this Sunday and I am so fucking excited about it. Ugh let’s just make it Sunday already. 

And again, just a fair warning that this thing here will be coming to an end. I think the next chapter is going to wrap everything up. Since we had a smutty chapter last time, I want to have a fluffier chapter here and then finish it off with the next chapter. It’s gonna be a happy ending and I think you all will be really pleased with it! I’m certainly excited to write it. 

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The end of the school year is quickly approaching and Eddie is beyond thrilled that he’s finally going to be leaving Hawkins High School. The reader is finished with classes now - as most American colleges finish early May - and is working more and spending as much time as she can with Eddie.

WARNINGS: Literally just all the fluff. And probably some language.

Chapter 25

I was finally done with school. I felt kind of bad because my college courses got out much earlier than the high school. Eddie was in good shape to graduate though, even despite everything we had gone through. Even though he was pretty much entirely healed at this point, after what happened at the prom he decided it would be best to finish the year at home. 

Now that I was done with school, I asked to work strictly morning shifts at Family Video so that I could spend my afternoons with Eddie. Sometimes, I would pick up Dustin from school, grab Eddie’s assignments, and we would drive over to the trailer together. I often picked up pizza or something easy to make for dinner. While Eddie and Dustin would work on their school work, I would cook dinner. It was all very domestic, but if I was being completely honest, I didn’t mind it at all.

One night we were all sitting around eating chocolate chip pancakes for dinner when Dustin looked up at Eddie, “Hey, when is graduation?”

“Uh, July something,” Eddie said, his mouth full of pancakes. “I don’t know the exact date,”

“That’s so exciting,” I said. “I can’t wait to see you walk across that stage with your diploma,”

“I don’t know if I’m going to walk though,” Eddie said.

“What?” Dustin and I asked simultaneously.

“You saw what happened at the prom,” Eddie said, jabbing the air with his fork. “And that was just a dumb high school dance. Can you imagine what they’ll do to me if I try to graduate and move on with my life?”

“Eddie,” I said, “you have to walk at graduation,”

“Yeah,” Dustin chimed in. “What about that epic speech you made before spring break? How 86 was going to be your year? How you were going to flip Principal Higgins off and run like hell out of here?”

“This seems like quite a speech I missed,” I chuckled.

“That was before everything,” Eddie said. “Before I became even more of a freak than I already was,”

“Eddie,” I said, “you are walking at graduation. Not just because I want to see how cute you look in your cap and gown, but because you deserve it. You have worked so hard for this. And you’re an innocent man. Not just that, you saved the lives of these people. I get that they don’t know that, but if they did they would realize you’re a hero and that they should be celebrating you,”

“Yeah,” Dustin said. “Don’t let the ignorant mouth breathers in this town ruin your accomplishment,”

Eddie thought about it for a minute. Then he stood up from the couch. “You’re right,” Eddie said. “I’m not going to let them take this away from me. I saved their asses. And I have studied way too much for this shit not to walk. And Dustin you do have a point, I have to flip Higgins the bird, I can’t miss that opportunity,”

“So you’ll walk?” I asked.

“I’ll walk,” Eddie said with a smile.

--- 

“Babe come on! We’re gonna be late!” Eddie called from the other side of my bedroom door.

“Just a second!” I said. “I’m almost ready!”

He had promised me a night out. Eddie had neglected to tell me what that exactly meant. He just said we had to be ready by seven thirty at the latest. It was seven twenty. I couldn’t decide what to wear because he hadn’t told me what we would be doing. I settled on a long red skirt and a black cropped tank top with some strappy sandals. Hopefully we wouldn’t be hiking anywhere.

“Babe!” Eddie called again. “I’m not trying to rush you but we really gotta go soon,”

I opened the door after tying the last loop on my sandals. “Stop fussing, I’m ready,”

Eddie was dressed casually as well, so that gave me comfort. I didn’t understand how he made black jeans and a Metallica shirt look so sexy but it always took my breath away.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Eddie said. “Now come on, let’s go,”

We got in his van and he drove us to the fair grounds. When we parked, Eddie got out and opened up the back of his van. He pulled out an old cooler and two folded blankets. 

“Need any help?” I asked.

“Nah, I’m good,” Eddie said. “Let’s go,”

We walked together in the warm June air. Eddie stopped once we had reached the top of the nearest hill and then he set the cooler down. He unfolded one of the blankets and set the cooler on it. He left the other blanket folded and then sat down. 

“You gonna join me?” he asked.

“Of course,” I said. “What is all this?”

“A picnic,” Eddie said. 

Eddie opened the cooler and I saw it was stuffed with food. There were sandwiches and chips and candy and even a bottle of cheap wine. Eddie unpacked everything but the wine; he handed me a sandwich and tore open the bag of chips.

“What is this all for?” I asked. “You really did all of this for me?”

“You’ve been taking care of me for months now,” Eddie shrugged. “I figured it was time I take care of you for once. Think of this as a thank you,”

“Eddie,” I sighed, looking down at the turkey sandwich he had made me. “This is perfect,”

“I’m glad you think so,” Eddie said. “I would’ settle for anything less for my girl,” He leaned over and kissed me quick. 

“I don’t understand why you were in such a rush though,” I said.

“Well, you want to see the sun set don’t you?” he asked, nodding towards the sun that was just starting to melt into the sky. “This is really the best place to see it.” Eddie paused. “And it’s where we first met,”

I smiled. I felt like a giddy school girl thinking about the night we met. “That feels like so long ago,” I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “We’ve been through a lot. I kinda feel like I’ve known you all my life. And yet it hasn’t even been a year,”

“I feel the same way,” I said. “I hardly remember what it was like not having you in my life. It’s like you’ve always been here somehow,”

“Well get used to it,” Eddie chuckled. “Because I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me,”

“Good,” I said. “As long as you’re good with being stuck with me,”

“Of course,” Eddie smiled. “I wouldn’t want it any other way,”

I paused as a thought occurred to me. “Eddie, what are you going to do in the fall?” I asked. “Are you going to go to college?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie sighed. “I think I need a break from school for a while. Especially after all that happened this year,”

“I understand that,” I said. “But do you think you’ll stay in Hawkins?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie said. “I don’t know that I can,”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s probably better to find a new place where people don’t think you murdered the local cheerleader,”

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Eddie said. We both got quiet for a minute. Then Eddie looked up at me. “You should come with me,”

“What?” I asked, nearly choking on my sandwich. 

“Come with me,” Eddie repeated. “I mean, I know you have your classes here, but you could transfer somewhere, right? You could come with me and we could start over,”

“Where do you want to go?” I asked.

“Anywhere,” Eddie said. “I don’t care. As long as I’m with you. I mean, if you don’t want to come, you don’t have to,”

I thought about it. “I want to come,” I said. “You said it yourself, I could transfer my credits to another school. We could get jobs so we could have cash. We could find a cheap apartment somewhere,”

“Just us,” Eddie said.

“And a dog?” I asked.

“Or a cat,” Eddie said.

“Or both!” I giggled. 

“I like both,” Eddie said. “Both would be good,”

“I like both too,” I smiled. 

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Eddie asked with a smirk on his face.

“Yes,” I said. “But I think I might be crazy too,”

“That works for me,” Eddie said, pulling out the bottle of wine. “I think this calls for a celebration,”

“Absolutely,” I said.

Eddie uncorked the bottle and we took turns taking sips. (He forgot to pack cups). It felt like we were out there forever. The sun finally set in an haze of orange, red, and pink. When the sun was gone the night got cool. We huddled underneath the second blanket Eddie had brought and held each other tight. I pressed my face against his chest and breathed in the smell of him.

“I can’t wait to run away together,” I said.

“Me neither,” Eddie said and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

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[dollmoth-productions]

The obsession

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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Honestly moth just debated whether or not to go to the cafe today. They were tired, annoyed and still reeling after the news. They still didn't know who to believe so they decided to man up a little bit and get ready to go to the cafe. It has been tradition every Saturday that they would go to this little cafe in order to get their drink and favorite cookie. They got up and got  on their favorite outfit: a fishnet undershirt, a purple shirt with a small cut where the chest was supposed to be denim pants and some platforms that brought them up to 5'5. To be honest they only started dressing like this to scare off what they assumed was a stalker but then they fell in love with the fashion and continued dressing like this honestly they felt more confident and happy. Normally they wouldn't feel this confidence but they do. Just in case they grabbed a sweatshirt they know how weird the weather can be where they live so they had to take precautions.

They started walking all the way to the cafe since it was a pretty short walk only 10 minutes so might as well get some exercise in. Since it really isn't boxing season yet they had to get some exercise in. They walked along the sidewalk until they finally got to their favorite Cafe place. It was a small town where everyone knew everyone so their order was practically ready as they walked in. They smile looking around at everyone, noticing some regulars and Irregulars. Finally, recognizing someone's very cute outfit they instantly recognized her " Mika Star as I live and breathe how have you been" Mika turned around and smiled "Moth! I'm doing great what about you"

Moth smiled getting in line with Mika " better than a few months ago" Mika nodded but there is still a question that was itching her brain "... so how are your feelings about Joe right now" moth Paws for a few seconds before shrugging " I'm pretty conflicted I do really like him but I don't know who to believe I'm really good friends with Bates and he says that Joe is just like Paparazzi well Joe thinks this is creepy I'm just confused" Mika looked away and thought back to when Joe was alone with Moth he seemed….

U n s t a b l e

She quickly shook it off and went back to talking to moth, quickly changing the subject " so you dyed your hair again!" Moth smiled happy that someone noticed the new color they decided " oh yeah I was surprised that I didn't pick purple the first time since it's my favorite color but I decided to go with a simple color at first but now I decided to go with purple I might dye the ends of my hair next time"

" Maybe I can help?"

"Hell yea!"

Moth smiled before turning around feeling like someone was watching them only seeing a weird figure with a hood and sunglasses on they couldn't really tell but the person's hair seemed to be sticking out almost like it was styled in that way and the color of the hair seemed to be orange. They didn't want to think about it; they were just hoping that their stalker wasn't back. It just seemed weird after the news that they were on edge. They may be a little oblivious and on the Dixie side but they're smart to some extent.

" Hey Moth, I can take your order!"

"OK, coming dad!" They immediately walked over to their dad smiling at the fact that their dad finally got a job that he somewhat enjoyed. " okay Little Rock Star the usual caramel frappuccino with extra caramel and a shot of chocolate sauce and a chocolate chip cookie?" Moths smiled almost immediately widened " you know me too well pops"

" Little Rock Star you order the same thing every time"

They both laughed before Anton handed them their number moth sat down at their usual table and pulled out their phone and started playing some games. Mostly for them to be distracted but this time they saw someone start to walk up to them they didn't recognize this person but they might as well get ready to talk to them as this person. As they were getting closer moth noticed it was Joseph. Their faces immediately flushed up and they looked up at him as he put down his hood he smiled " bonjour can I sit here?" Moth for getting everything that had happened instantly nodded and their face immediately turned bright red as did his face but it seemed like he was covering up his mouth it seemed like he was smiling so wide his jaw would come off. There were a few moments of Silence before  moth heard their number and quickly got up shooood good get that!" They immediately did finger guns before turning around and slapping themselves in the face. They grab their coffee and their cookies and sit down by Joe, still embarrassed by the idiocy that they did. Again there was a long pause. It was a little creepy but they didn't really care. Joe kind of cleared his throat and smiled " I'm doing our project and I'm taking pictures of beautiful and unique things. I was wondering if you want to be my human part of the segment?"

Moth almost immediately turned bright red. " You think I'm beautiful and unique?"

This was almost like a dream they felt so happy that they could die  " I think that you're quite beautiful" moth smiles and immediately nodded allowing him to take a few pictures they couldn't see it at the time but it seemed like he was drooling and his stare was almost like a predator. But it seemed like their happiness was drowning out everything. Joe took a bunch of pictures he only stopped when he felt like it was necessary. He looked down going through all the photos that he took. They were all so beautiful. He looked up at his model and noticed that they were drinking something sweet. He usually got something bitter at this Cafe but they liked their coffee sweet. It seemed like he was taking a mental note of this situation. He finally stepped up from the table and smiled " thank you very much for being my model" he said before walking away smiling wide.

He took a mental note of the situation they were oblivious to that was almost too perfect although he loved them he had to admit they were bit of an idiot. He continued scanning through the photos before he got up to his door and smiled. He walked up to his room and placed camera down on a little podium before he turned around and placed something down in what seems to be a shrine of some sort; he seemed to have thousands, maybe Millions of moths. I love the things were really affordable some boxing figures that the wvba held shirts Etc but some were interesting he smiled picking up one of the many things that he took from their room it seemed to be an old shirt warm it was used you didn't care about the context of what he did he didn't care if it was considered creepy. This was true love and he knew he was always the romantic type. He just wanted little bits and pieces of them whenever they were away it physically hurt him whenever he had to see them go. He just loves them too much.

He picked up his camera again and walked over to his computer plugging in his camera and hooking it up to his printer he started printing out the pictures he was way too happy about this it was all too perfect of course they liked him who didn't he was perfect they were perfect they would be the perfect couple and no one would get in their way. And he would make sure of it; he just needed to think of a way that wasn't getting his hands dirty. But what wouldn't get his hands dirty he couldn't simply just kill them he had to get rid of them they were disgusting competition they were always fighting for their attention when it should be all on him he continued to think until he thought of an idea.

As the pictures were loading he thought to himself how could he be so dumb normally he's not like this but this idea was brilliant. No one would even suspect it's him. It was almost too perfect.

" what's more clean than a suicide!"

He truly was a genius. He needs to give himself more credit. Of course he would think of this brilliant idea who else but Joseph Blanchet. He should have  himself more credit; he was truly a smart man and he knew it. He continued to watch the photos printed before he took out one that was a very close up of mom's face. They were smiling and they were looking at him and only him. He couldn't help himself but he kissed the picture. It was almost like it was them but he wished he could have kissed them in real life. He knows how silky smooth those lips are and how sweet they must have tasted. How they would squirm beneath him, how he Towers over them. How he could simply just kill them if he wanted to.

He quickly snapped himself out of it; he could never kill them. They were too precious to perfect. He needed them to be his perfect wife who else but moth moth was too perfect for everyone else but just perfect for him.

But still the idea of hurting them excited him although he hates you admit it he liked hurting people. He was a bit of a sadist and it showed whenever he would box he would purposely be violent and that unfortunately resulted in the death of a useless boxer. He was nothing but scum to be honest he talked to moth flirted with them and he got rid of competition although this resulted in termination of a contract with the wbva he was able to sweet talk his way into keeping his locker. He was smart and he knew it he truly didn't care though everyone was useless unless they were proven to be useful.

And he will use useful people until they are useless.

He smiled, finally pinning the poster to a cork board there was a collage of pictures. It was almost perfect, the one thing it was missing.

Was them.

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Mika Star belongs to @cyrah-is-cool101

As you can tell I am obsessed with this AU

#yancore #yandere boy #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x oc #yan joe au #yan joe #yandere scenarios #punch out #yandere punch out #punch out wii #punch out moth #moth punch out #glass joe x moth #glasswing

[alyswritings]

Anxiety

Request: can i request a jjmaybank x teen! daughter where her mental health is spiralling Because of anxiety and he helps her?? It's okay if you don't, i love your stories ❣️

JJ Maybank x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N's having a tough time.

Warnings: anxiety, talks of anxiety

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you all enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

Y/N lays in bed, messing with the rings on her fingers, as the familiar unsettling feeling swims around in her stomach. It's another day of school which she dreads. She's not sure why, but her anxiety just tenfolds the five days she must go to the worst place on earth.

She wants to tell her dad, but she has no way to explain it. She's not getting bullied, she doesn't have any enemies. Nothing really bad is happening, she just is consumed by anxiety each day.

Y/N's knocked out of her thoughts with a knock on her door.

"Yo! Y/N, you up?" She hears her dad call through the door.

"Yeah, I'm awake." Y/N calls back.

"Okay, get a move on. You gotta leave in, like, 15 minutes. I made pancakes." JJ says.

"Be there in a bit." Y/N says. She listens to him walk away and lets out a sigh, knowing she has to get up. Y/N quickly gets ready before going to the kitchen where her dad is.

"Here you go." JJ hands her a plate of 3 chocolate chip pancakes.

"Oh, uh... I'm not really hungry." Y/N mumbles, itching her temple.

"Not hungry? You love my chocolate chip pancakes. They're, like, the one thing I can successfully cook." JJ says.

"I know, I just... not hungry." Y/N says, feeling bad for denying the breakfast.

"Okay. Well, you should eat something." JJ says.

"Granola bar's fine." Y/N says.

JJ nods and gets the said item.

"I, um, I should go." Y/N says.

"You want me to drive you?" JJ asks.

"No, it's fine." Y/N tells him. She kisses his cheek, forcing a smile. "Love you."

"Love you, too, munchkin." JJ says, watching her walk out with a suspicious look on his face.

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A few days later, Y/N is forcing down some chocolate chip pancakes, attempting to not worry her dad more. He expressed some concern last night since he realized how jittery and on edge she seemed to be and how she wasn't eating a bunch.

She assured him it was nothing and then went to her room, which only slightly worried JJ more.

JJ walks out, grabbing two pancakes and his keys.

"I'm running late to work. I'll see you later, 'kay?" JJ says.

"Yeah." Y/N nods.

"Call me if you need anything." JJ tells her and Y/N nods.

JJ kisses her on the head before rushing out.

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The past few days Y/N has been skipping school. She acts like she goes to school, but then she just hangs out at the beach the whole day, returning home at her normal time.

Her anxiety is worse, despite not even going to school the past few days and she simply feels worse than the weeks prior.

It's her fourth day of doing this and she gets home before her dad and she's lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone.

She hears the front door open and then loudly shut. Soon enough her door opens, an angry JJ greeting her.

"What the hell, Y/N?" JJ asks, ripping her phone out of her hands.

"What?" Y/N asks.

"Your principal called me today. You've missed four days of school." JJ says.

"Wha-- no, I didn't." Y/N tries to object.

"Don't lie to me." JJ tells her.

"Look, dad, I--"

"Why?" JJ asks, cutting her off.

"I-- I don't know. It's just... it's hard to explain." Y/N says.

"What? Is somebody bullying you or something?" JJ asks.

"No." Y/N answers making JJ a little relieved.

"Then why are you skipping?" JJ asks. He looks at Y/N, noticing her teary eyes and she's picking at her nail polish. JJ quietly sighs and crouches next to her bed. "Look, I-- I'm sorry for yelling." He tells her. "What's going on with you, princess? I mean, you're barely eating, you're skipping school, you're all jittery and everything. It's really worrying me."

"I just... I don't like going to school. Whenever I have to go, I get this knot in my stomach and my brain gives me all these crazy scenarios of stuff that could happen. And it's messing with me and I just feel so bad, but I can't control it. The other day I couldn't breathe and I was sweaty and I thought I was gonna die. That's when I started skipping. And I've just had that same stomach knot feeling since then."

"You had a panic attack?" JJ asks and Y/N nods. JJ feels his heart crack. "C'mere." JJ stands up and pulls Y/N into a tight hug. She wraps her arms around him and he runs his fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry you've been feeling like this. I didn't know. We'll figure out ways to deal with it, okay? You know, therapy or-or some sort of fidget thingy, journaling. Something."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Y/N mutters.

"It's okay, baby. But you know you can come to me for anything." JJ says and Y/N nods. "How about we order in some pizza and have a movie night? Then tomorrow, I'll take off work and you won't go to school again, and we'll try to figure this out, hmm?"

"Okay." Y/N quietly says and JJ kisses her on the head.

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[chummywchimmy]

BOY IN LUV

CHAPTER 6

PAIRING : Yan! Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY : Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when have things ever gone your way?

WARNINGS : Mature language, yandere behavior, A LOT OF STARING.

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I do not own BTS ( :((( ) My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

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Your only response is to blink at the boy in front of you.

Did you hear that right?

You do not know how to respond to this. Was this a cruel prank? Or did he want to go out with you to ensure that you don’t expose him? 

The line behind him keeps getting longer as he stares at your face, an eager expression on his face. His hands are gripping the counter, long fingers clenched on the ceramic.

After the long day at college and an even longer shift at the cafe, you can only give him a lame response.

“Well, I’m not on the menu, Taehyung. Order something or get out.” You look straight into his eyes with a carefully guarded expression upon your face.

You’re slightly surprised to see the his face fall. As soon as you glimpse the look in his eye, his expression hardens. His jaw clenched, he points to a hot chocolate on the menu.

You turn around, intent on preparing his order quickly so that you can be free from the confines of that heavy stare. Even now, the hair on the back of your neck prickle under the weight of his dark eyes.

Snatching the drink from your hands, he storms out of the cafe after paying.

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Taehyung’s regular coffee shop visits dwindle after that incident. You refrain from informing Sam about that day. You still do not know what to make of it, leaning towards it being the part of another nefarious plan to humiliate you further.

“So where are you two going?” You ask Sam as the two of you sit down for your second lecture of the day.

“I don’t know. He says it’s a surprise. Let’s hope it isn’t anything weird. Although....as cute as he is, I don’t think I would mind even if he took me to his 4 years old nephew’s birthday party as a date.” Sam settles her chin upon her palm, a dreamy expression clouding her eyes.

“Damn, you’re down bad, huh.” You laugh, feeling a sense of happiness at seeing Sam being happy.

“Okay, maybe I would mind it.” She pretends to shiver in disgust.

She was finally going out with the cute boy from elective class aka Namjoon. Sam was ecstatic at being asked out by him and you approved. Even as the rest of the student body treated you like you were the plague, Namjoon openly asked out Sam in front of the entire class, a large smile upon his handsome face. 

You hoped that everything would go well for them.

After an hour long class that numbed your sleep-deprived brain, you stood up to move out of the large room. 

Suddenly, the crowd of students who were eager to get out, freeze in their tracks. A crowd forms around the entrance and you walk forward, itching to move out.

The horde of students give you wide-eyed looks, as if you were walking to your demise. After a bit of struggle to move through, you find yourself looking at the one person you did not want to see. Kim Taehyung.

He stood near the entrance, his tall figure being easy to distinguish from others. His black, slightly long hair sits in a stylish disarray, bangs falling messily over his forhead. A large hand pushes them back, revealing his forhead as he searches the crowd, looking for someone.

As his eyes fall on you, his frustrated face melts into one of recognition. The crowd notices this and consequently stiffens, remembering your previous confrontation.

His silver watch catches the light as he raises his hand and motions you forward. You give him an annoyed look and refuse to move. Some students discreetly pull out their phones, wanting to record the shitshow that was bound to go down.

At your clear refusal to move, he smirks. People give each other puzzled looks as he begins to walk forward, moving in your direction. His eyes stay locked on you as he walks. 

He stands in front of you and looks down, pursing his lips. The crowd seems to hold it’s breath. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off the by the words of the girl standing beside you.

“What is your problem? We said we won’t leak your video.” Sam’s words are eaten up by the mass of students waiting for the drama to begin. It seems as if many more have joined the audience from the looks of the overwhelming amounts of people now lingering outside the door, pushing at each other to get a peek.

Taehyung’s relaxed face morphs into one of annoyance as he moves his head to look at Sam. His lips pull back in a sneer and he grates out,

“Did I say I’m here for that? I’m here to ask your dear friend out on a date. The last time I did, she scammed me into buying a hot chocolate and didn’t even give me an answer.” His words pull a collective gasp out of the crowd. Their eyes are wide, some are already typing furiously on their phones to update the unfortunate friends who are stuck in a class. 

His eyes are back upon you as he gives you a teasing smile, as if the two of you had been friends since you were in your diapers. As he looks at you, his face is relaxed again, eyes clear of any malice. Or maybe he was just a good actor. He was the son of a politician, after all.

“Is this some sort of a prank? Listen Taehyung, you’ve humiliated us enough. As it is, nobody even talks to us. We can’t even spread that video even if we want to. Please leave us alone.” Your voice is tired, exhaustion suddenly wrapping over you like a blanket. You were already tired and stressed, and this was only your first year of college.

By the time you finish speaking, his eyebrows pull over his eyes and his lips are drawn into a frown.

“No, this is absolutely not a prank. Do you think I go around asking people out as a joke?” He backs away from you and the sea of your fellow classmates part for him. He stands in the center and his voice booms,

“Everyone, have you ever seen me asking anyone out?” His baritone voice directs a question to the crowd, to which they respond with fervent denial. Throughout, his gaze stays glued to you and he raises an eyebrow as if to say, ‘see?’

As you clutch Sam’s wrist and step forward to go out, his begins to speak again.

“And what’s all this talk I hear about not being friendly with my girl? Huh?!” He shouts, looking around.

No one meets his eyes.

Safe to say, you are not amused.

“Yeah, thanks for intimidating people into being friends with me. So romantic of you.” You snidely comment.

He looks chastised. He licks his lips and stares into your eyes, as if not understanding your reaction. As if you were somehow in the wrong for not falling at his feet immediately.

You finally move, not wanting to be a part of this anymore. You were sure that this entire interaction was going to end up on your university’s very own social media site- GatSocial

He rushes towards you as you are leaving, a desperate look on his face.

“Well? When shall I pick you up?” 

That’s it. You lose it.

“Are you fucking with me right now?! Do you have memory loss? Or do you just choose to conveniently forget whatever doesn’t suit you? Go out with you, my ass! Apologize to Sam on your fucking knees in front of everyone and maybe I’ll look your way. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

It seems as if you and Sam have switched souls because you just shouted at the son of the biggest politician in your country. You also belatedly feel that you might’ve been a little harsh. But words are like cannons. Once they’re released, you can’t take them back.

You expect him to storm out after calling you a few choice words. But to your, and everyone else’s, surprise a deep laughter booms out of his chest. He keeps laughing for a long time as everyone looks at him as if he’s lost his marbles.

“You’re so cute.” Giggles spill out of his mouth as he looks at you with a fond look in his eyes.

Giving him a disgusted look, you storm out, feeling his dark gaze on your back as you disappear into the crowd.

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ah im sorry if this is too short but i just wanted to put sumn out regardless. let me know your feedback

-aani

#bts #bts au #bts au fic #yandere #yandere au #yandere bts #yanderebts #bts yandere #btsyandere #kim taehyung #v #yandere v #yandere taehyung #jungkook #namjoon

[sirius-lupin-black]

things lily evans thinks throughout the day

holy bloody mother fucking shit the sun is so fucking bright

okay. okay. morning anger has passed

these scones are really good. i should compliment the house elves in the kitchen on my way to the dungeons

potter is in the common room. should i yell something about how stupid he looks? absolutely

i’m so glad dorcas liked her birthday present. it took me forever to find boots in that shade of pink

time to suck up to sluggie so i don’t have to come to potions next tuesday

chocolate covered biscuits? remus, i thought you were more refined than that

okay but why do these taste kinda bomb

james’ eyes look like melted chocolate

FUCK LOOK AWAY

i still need to apologize to marlene for saying she looked like an emo bratz doll

i hate plants. i hate them! they’re so beautiful and they evade my attempts to get a good grade in herbology. fuck them

why is potter so good with this stupid fanged geranium

how do my nails itch

i can’t wait for free period

when did my ink spill

my hair is getting tangled in the wind. guess it’s time for a cut

the lake is so pretty this time of year. i bet it’s freezing though

is that… peter…? in the lake…?

oh there goes potter to rescue him

i hope the squid eats them both

i predict… that i will pass divination… with an outstanding…

i just wanna lay in bed surrounded by my army of stuffed animals but nooo i have to tutor morons in the library

i shouldn’t say that they’re probably smart but just struggling with the material. it happens to everyone

alright. their brains are the sizes of actual raisins

if the anti-goblin movement failed the first two times… and goblins are still around today… WHY DO THEY THINK IT WORKED THE THIRD TIME

did i write my dream journal on the back of my transfiguration essay? oh my god, no

i think i’m stress losing hair anyway so maybe i don’t need a trim

maybe it’s time to drop out and become a stripper. at least i know i would have the dorkaurders pay my bills

my favorite spell is the one where i can subtly flick my wand at severus and his lips meld shut

i miss reading for fun

potter is staring at me, quick, look hot and mysterious

nailed it

severus is being weird again. i wish he wasn’t friends with those awful people

this pudding tastes rancid

even marlene looks uncomfortable

did he just call me…?

remus is getting out of his chair… oh god. just make it stop

i can’t believe james said that to snivellus

this gum tastes like peach cobbler

sirius and remus are so oblivious

wait, when did he become james and not potter

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#things lily evans thinks throughout the day #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #hp #wolfstar #james potter #lily evans #jily #i’m back :) #but not for long bc i have classes :( #did u miss me tho :P #also this is like. a continuation of a saga from three years ago + i did this in less than half an hour as a hp refresher #so don’t take it too seriously or to heart to as canon or whatever ! this is how i somewhat envision lily tho it’s kinda messy rn

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 2.

Part 1- Here

Next- Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate

Where we left off-

You twisted the hem of your shirt, silence growing as you thought. Your mother wasn’t saying anything new. On your lonelier days, like today, the words sounded eerily similar to your own thoughts. If this conversation had happened on any other day, you knew how forceful your ‘No!’ would be. But today was today.

“Okay.” Your whisper seemed more like a shout into the quiet. “I’ll do it. I’ll go.”

“You will? Oh Y/N! How wonderful! Since I already said yes, of course. You’ll need to come home right away, the omiai is the day after tomorrow, and we need to get you a proper outfit!”

“So soon?” Your mind raced. Bakugou was still in heat. What would you do? There was no way… Your thoughts slowed. But there was a way. Plenty of ways. Katsuki had many friends that could look after him. Friends he was actually comfortable letting into his apartment. You knew he’d let Kirishima take care of him. Mina absolutely could convince him to eat and drink, no matter how grumpy he was. There was a pain in your chest as a familiar thought wound through your brain. Katsuki didn’t need you. He never had. As if in a fog, you heard yourself saying, “I’ll need a little bit to take care of some things here; but I can be home tonight. See you soon.” You heard your mother happily continue rambling even as you hung up. You stared at the wall for a few minutes, unseeing. You were really doing this, huh? Pushing yourself up, you rummaged around your kitchen; finding bags and filling them with snacks and drinks. Before you could think better of it, you dialed Kirishima. He answered on the fourth ring. “Hey dude! What’s up?” “Kiri, I need your help. Can you come over now? I’ll explain when you get here.” “Yeah man, I’ll be right over. Hang tight.” A few short minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to see a tall, concerned looking redhead. You ushered him inside as you went back to the kitchen, continuing to make up care packs. “Hey, now what is it, Y/n? It sounded serious.” “It is and it isn’t,” you say; looking over at him as you shove gatorade into bags. “There’s a… family emergency. I need to go home right away for a few days.” “Ouch, that’s rough man! It’s Bakubro having his heat right now?” “Exactly. That’s why I need your help. Can you bring one of these bags to him each day? Make sure he eats and drinks at least? I know he trusts you.”

Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. “Of course man! Anything to help!” He looked over the supplies, inconspicuously checking what you’d already packed. “You want to scent some stuff for him before you go too?” You shook your head, forcing yourself not to wince as you lied to your friend yet again. “I’d better not. I don’t want to give him a bag of stuff soaked in distressed alpha scent. Besides, I scented some stuff for him this morning; that should be enough.”

Kirishima frowned but nodded. “I guess that makes sense. Have you told him yet?”

You shake your head. “No. No reason to stress him out until I know for sure what I’m dealing with, and call when I have a better idea. Might not even take a full day if I’m lucky.” “Yeah, hopefully. It’s really shit timing, isn’t it.” You nod as you place the last of the bags on the counter, satisfied with your work. “It is. But I trust you to take care of him. You’re a great alpha like that.” Kirishima chuckled and preened at the praise. “I am great, aren’t I? I’ll do my best, but I’m no match for you.” You give a small, tight smile as you walk to your junk drawer, rummaging until you find one of your spare keys. You chuck it at your friend, who catches it easily. “Here. This way you can let yourself in and just grab a bag each day.”

“Can do, Dudette! Anything else?”

You considered as you retrieved a duffle bag, making a mental list of what you’d need to pack. “Not really? I haven’t told anybody else that I’m going yet. Wasn’t sure if I should ask Mina or some of the others to check in too. You know how Bakugou can be with his heats, and I want to make sure he’s comfortable.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. I’ll probably wait til tomorrow and see what he wants to do.” Kiri watched you as you paced around. “Need any help packing?”

You nodded with half a smile. “Yeah. Thanks, Kiri.”

In a few short hours you were packed with enough supplies for a few days, and on a train headed home. Your mother had agreed to meet you at the station. The scenery rushed by a window in a blur. Your eyes were unfocused as you watched the view whip by. You were really doing this. For the first time in years, you were leaving your omega… No. You were leaving Katsuki alone for his heat. You were leaving him alone so you could go to a marriage date. To meet an omega theoretically with the intention of bonding. Guilt weighed heavily on you as you exited the train hours later. You saw your mother waving to you from across the station. This was it. No turning back now.

~~~

Bakugou growled as the morning light streamed in his window, smacking him across the eyes. He wished he could just sleep until the whole fucking heat was over. He hated everything about it. He hated the itching of his skin, the hazy fog affecting his brain, the slimy slick that oozed out of him steadily. He hated the burning need to fuck and breed and to have his alpha close. Bakugou snarled to himself. He refused to be a slave to his weak ass biology. He wasn’t some weak, pitiful, flower. He was a top ten hero! He was going to be number one! And the next bastard who told him he should be home tending to his pups and letting an alpha take care of him was going to get an explosion up the ass. As if he needed some knotted headed alpha. Bakugou glanced at his clock, frowning when he saw the time. Usually his alpha would be here by now to drop off his care bag. He scratched at the swollen, irritated scent glands on his neck. It’s not like he fucking cared if Y/N was late. Just, he couldn’t remember the last time she had been. And maybe he was getting antsy because the strength of his heat scent was already starting to overpower the scented blanket he had woven into his nest, close to his pillows.

A knock sounded from the door, and with a relieved huff Bakugou rushed to answer it. He took a deep breath in to calm himself, before flinging the door open.

“About fucking time you showed up, shitty…” He trailed off as his brain registered the tall, red-headed man standing in front of him was very much not his alpha. “What the fuck are you doing here, shitty hair?”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. “Hey man, sorry not to call beforehand, but I told Y/N I wouldn’t.” Confused, Bakugou looks Kirishima up and down again, this time spotting the familiar bag the redhead was holding. “What the fuck are you doing with my stuff? Where’s my shitty alpha?” Kiri frowned and held up the bag. “Don’t call Y/N shitty. She asked me to bring this over. Look, man, can I just come in and explain what’s going on?”

Reluctantly, Bakugou stood aside holding the door open as his friend came in. The blond stuck his head into the hallway, half looking for his alpha. His inner omega growing restless when there was no sign of you. With a grumble, he slammed the door, turning to where his friend had thrown himself onto the sofa. “So what the fuck, Kirishima? Where’s Y/N? Why didn’t she come here herself?”

Kiri tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. “She had some sort of family emergency and had to go home for a bit. She didn’t want to worry you because she didn’t know how serious it was or how long it would take. She said she’d call and update us when she’s able to.”

Bakugou’s omega whimpered in his chest. His alpha was gone? His alpha had left him alone when he couldn’t follow to make sure they were alright? He knew how much your family stressed you out normally, let alone in an emergency. A traitorous part of his brain whispered to him, asking if this wasn’t exactly what he had wanted? Hadn’t he growled at his mate, wanting to be left alone? Bakugou hadn’t realized there was a plaintive whine escaping his throat until Kirishima wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Hey, bro, it’s okay. I know it’s rough, but I’m here. And I can call Mina and Sero if you want company. Been a while since we’ve had a pack get together. Y/N might not be here right now, but she wanted to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”

Bakugou nodded stiffly as he went to go paw through the bag Kirishima had brought.

Jerky, drinks, chocolate- Bakugou frowned. “Was this the only bag?”

“I mean, there’s a bag for each day for about a week’s worth; so I just grabbed one. Why man, something missing? Need me to go get you something?”

Katsuki shook his head. He wasn’t going to ask Kirishima of all people where his usual bag of scented items was. If Y/N was in a rush, that would explain it. Bakugou hoped that was the case, and he wouldn’t have to actually ask you to scent things for him again. He’d rather be kidnapped by villains again than admit to how much your rich chocolate scent soothed him and helped him sleep peacefully. There was no way the items you had left yesterday would last him through the rest of his heat.

“Actually, shitty hair, could you go get me some Yakult? Been craving it this heat.” Kiri jumped up with a grin. “Sure, bro! No problem! Be right back!” The omega gave a lazy wave as Kiri jogged out the door. As soon as the door shut, he bolted to the bathroom and applied as much scent blocker as he could stand. It wouldn’t hold up long against his heat pheromones, but should work for what he intended to do. Bakugou grabbed his keyring from the hook by the door, rushed down the hallway to the stairway, and started climbing upward; taking the stairs three at a time. In less than a minute, he was standing outside the door to your apartment.

It felt strange, Katsuki thought as he flipped through his keys until he found yours. It was strange that in all your years of dating he had only been inside your apartment a handful of times. He unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. As the wall of scent that was uniquely you smacked him in the face, he felt the tension in his shoulders ease. Maybe the strangest thing was that you lived three floors apart instead of sharing a space together. Because then he wouldn’t be here, doing this; he thought as he made a beeline to your bedroom. He knew exactly what he was after. Recently scented items lost their smell fairly quickly. But something you used daily, with your scent glands brushing against it every time? That would last him a month, if not longer. Besides. You were his alpha. He wouldn’t have to come in and steal your pillow if you had just scented more stuff for him in the first place. He buried his face in your pillow and inhaled deeply. He whimpered as your rich scent filled his nose, causing his slick to increase. Reluctantly he made his way to the door with his prize, even as every instinct told him to build a nest on the soft bed and wait for his mate to come home to him.

~~~~~

You sighed, adjusting the cuffs of the outfit your mother had picked and shoved you into. Today was the day. The day you met your perspective “bride.” You snorted at the old fashioned ideology. At times like these you felt like you understood Bakugou better. Omegas deserved to be treated as more than just their dynamic. Luckily, most of society agreed nowadays; with omegas able to hold any job and no one being forced to marry. Unluckily, the omiai remained one of the last extremely traditional accepted ceremonies. Your parents were in another room, exchanging your scented handkerchief with one from whoever the poor omega was. According to tradition, if you both went into heat and rut upon scenting each other; you would both be married and mated that same day. What happened more often, you thought cynically, is as long as you didn’t gag at each other’s scent, you’d meet in person to see if you found each other compatible.

You were broken out of your ruminations by the sound of a door opening. Your mother practically skipped toward you, holding out the paper wrapped package with the hanky inside. You tuned out her nattering about how good this match could be as you unwrapped the paper and brought the cloth to your nose. Your brow furrowed. You inhaled deeply, just to make sure. The sharp tang of citrus hit your nose. You knew this scent from somewhere. “Hey mom,” you spoke softly. “I think I’d like to see them now.”

“Oh!” Your mother blinked in surprise. “Of course, of course! This way!”

Your mother led you into an elegant private room. You settled onto a cushion as your parents went to see if the omega had agreed to meet. Glancing about the room, you wondered exactly how many times you’d see the inside of this teahouse if you kept agreeing to these meetings. It didn’t feel right, you thought with a frown. But if you gave up on Bakugou, this was your destiny. Awkward meeting after awkward meeting until you clicked enough with someone to risk settling down.

You glanced up at the sound of the door. In came your parents, then the Yokomadas. You did a double take as the final person, the omega you were here to meet, entered the room. They looked equally as startled as your eyes locked.

“Y/N?”

“Denki?!”

That's it for part 2! Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for part 3! If anyone has any questions regarding the fic or how this particular omegaverse operates, please feel free to shoot me an ask.

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