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astarionfixation · 2 months

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Am I Fu**ing Insane !?!

A multi chapter adventure in Astarion's mind

Chapter 1 - *Would it really matter if it was a bite or a kiss?*

Rating: eventually Explicit but just a lot of mind tease so far.

Word count count: 2.3k

Pairings: Astarion X OFC Tav

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54356776/chapters/137677126

I have a quite serious praise kink. Which also means compliments in the forms of tags and/or comments might very well spur me to write and post more

Teaser:

Astarion swallows again, involuntarily, his lips slightly parted mimicking hers and his mouth now watering the closer he gets to her. As the tip of his nose brushes lightly against her lobe a deep moan escapes her lips, carrying his name again to his ears.

“Astarion”

Her deceptively warm fingers have somewhat found a way to sneak up on him as they now tickle the back of his neck, almost as if she was inviting his mouth down to her and *Would it really matter if it was a bite or a kiss?*

Chapter One - *Would it really matter if it was a bite or a kiss?*

The music and merriment made it easy, what was another drink amongst friends? Companions on an adventure sharing an untimely fate, bringing pleasantries out of necessity. And fashioning courtesy best suited to resemble honey poured in the ear of the receiver? That was the skill he had honed for over two hundred years at this point.

He moved gracefully across the tavern until he found her, just by the bar, and when he grabbed her by the waist, half out of kindness to save her feet caught between his, he finally had the chance he had worked towards for days: his free hand deftly gaining access to the bag she still carried, trapped between her lower hip and the tavern bar.

*she’s way softer and warmer than I imagined expected*

Because why would he ever spend time thinking and imagining anything about her that wasn’t that shiny little tome she always carried around?! That was the thing that had caught his eye for days now. Something that well cared for and protected surely held some interesting, maybe necessary information that she was indubitably just selfish enough to keep for herself, her companions be damned! And in any other situation he would have complimented that self serving and egotistically focused behaviour, respected even. So when his hand snuck into the bag, long fingers trying to recognise the cold metallic surface of the journal, the other one holding her straight pulling her just a bit too close, too tight to him, chest flush to his, with that warmth he would have sworn under torture was a discomfort for him…

*because she has no right to distract me with the softness of her body while I am trying to work here!*

And fine work was that of a rogue with his expertise. Surely the fact that, at that thought, he just held her tighter, was just to exercise control rather than enjoying the sensation a second too long. That was until the stark contrast of the cold metal cover found his fingers, and in a swift, dexterous move his hand brought it to his back, quickly disappearing under his own shirt.

*That’s it! It’s done! I’ve got my key to freedom now!*

He finally had the one possible answer to all of this troubles, all to himself! Finally released from the tame and domesticated behaviour he was forced to act out around other creatures that surely had just slowed him down thus far.

*Then why am I still holding her?*

And the second the thought formed in his head his charlatan persona took over. He planted an overly dramatic and flirtatious kiss on her forehead while slowly releasing his grip on her, now that surely he had gotten all he could have possibly wanted from her and her back could find support on the bar just behind her.

“You should be more careful where your pretty feet stumble darling, not everyone here will have as innocent reasons to catch you as I do”.

It was so natural for him to say the exact opposite of what he was actually thinking. He had centuries of experience on the matter; the meanings of words might have all but merged by now. A blur whose significance mattered only to get him what he wanted, what he needed. His Freedom. Nothing else, *no one* else.

But just as he was about to sneak out of that embrace, *which has come to be purely out of interest* he repeats to himself, his prized loot secured away, that’s when he felt her hands tug gently at the fabric of his shirt, one so close to his collar that the warmth was there, unmistakable again. And at this point the sensation was irritating him.

*I don’t need this* he kept repeating in his head, while he found his mouth involuntarily swallowing and her sweetly spiced scent overtaking the various smells of liquor and sweat from the tavern, replacing them all from his nostrils down his throat and to his empty stomach. Her scent burnt his insides just as her fingers were charring the spot on his neck that was now way too close to her fingertips, and he found himself almost hissing in discomfort, surely nothing else but discomfort…

“Please Astarion…” she uttered, limply.

She had used the grip on his shoulders to pull closer so that her warm breath was now concerningly close to his pointed ear “will you help me upstairs? I can’t…”. As her words trailed off he feigned rolling his eyes dramatically to regain back composure, mocking her would surely throw her off the scent of what was really happening.

“You people would be truly lost without me, wouldn't you?”

His histrionic tone followed by a supposedly exasperated sigh, his mind quickly going through movements and scenarios making sure that her book, now hidden upon his person, would not find its owner again.

He looked at her again, at her red cheeks and half lidded eyes from several drinks, and considering she didn’t even remotely realise anything was amiss at all he convinced himself

*Sure, what’s better and more inconspicuous than putting her to bed and making sure she stays there. By the time she’s up again, I will be well far away, along with whatever secret she uncovered that will let me control this worm in my brain*

With the book secured between his back and belt he lowered his hand on her waist again and this time she immediately went flush against him, a softly exhaled “thank you” as her head found his chest and *Why the hells does she think she can just trust me in this state?!* How little would it take for him to fill his stomach to help in his getaway, now that, surely, he didn’t need any of them anymore!

But they had now been in this bizarre embrace of convenience for quite a moment longer than he anticipated stealing the journal would have taken, and if keeping up appearances with a flourish of seduction was what was needed, he certainly was an expert with that.

With his hand firmly planted on her side, the tip of his cold fingers slightly skimming under the shirt, only to be scorched by the warmth of her skin, his arm circling her waist, he started to guide her towards the stairs to their rooms.

A vague nod to the others and *how can they all be so oblivious and trustworthy, making life so easy for me* he was now taking her upstairs until…

*careful!*

When one of her feet made her stumble against the step he was surely too annoyed to let her try again with dozens more to come, that’s absolutely the reason why he moved his other arm under her knees, lifting her with ease, now holding her to his chest and moving swiftly away from the others gaze.

*Quick and inconspicuous* whilst no one really gave them a second look, all busy with their drinks and loud music to really think much about the two of them looking almost like lovers companions, with his exceedingly graceful hold of her body.

In a matter of seconds he had her in the room, pushing his back into the door, closing it, while his arms still carefully, softly cradled her body, a hint too tightly to his. It was certainly because he was now acquainted to the warmth that he could find the pleasantness in it, definitely not because of how small and soft she felt against his chest.

Not lingering next to her bed a moment too long before gently letting her body leave his embrace for the comfort of the blankets.

“A.. starion… please” she mumbles through her lips just as he was about to leave her there, and he feels another uncomfortable tug from his stomach. Must be the hunger reacting and that is surely why he finds his hand tracing a curl from her temple through her warm cheek and down to that spot just behind her ear where he can feel her elevated pulse practically screaming, begging him to be released from the intricate maze just under her skin! Consequences be damned! And he doesn’t even realise that he’s not moving away from the edge of the bed but bending dangerously close to a point where he likely won’t be able to pull back… and that’s when the loud metallic -clang- brings him back to reality.

The book now on the floor and his body frozen, carmine eyes widened and an unneeded breath held just below his throat as she stirs, and while her eyes are kept closed, a slight tug at the corner of her lips makes her look peaceful, as her fingers manage to find any way to grasp at him and in a soft breath she hums, barely intelligible

“Stay”.

Time is something he should experience differently from mortals but even if he has stopped keeping track of her breaths and heartbeats *to make sure she’s asleep, certainly not because being drunk they could increase and she would be unsafe* he starts to feel the need to move, he is itching for it, he knows he needs to gather the book back and swiftly make his way out of this place, and he absolutely needs not to follow his nose rather than his mind, which feels currently compelled to get closer and closer to that spot just behind her ear that has been singing rhythmically for him since she let her body go flush and warm against his.

“Astarion”

And that is what finally brings back his sanity.

Because surely this is just a very clever deception.

If she is pretending to want this -*want me*- she surely knows, maybe everyone does and they are all out the door ready to catch him in the act, ready to beat him into a pulp and send him back to a few more centuries of torture and

*that is -not- going to happen tonight*

Not because of some clever manipulation masquerading as innocence so astutely he had almost fallen for it.

Quicker than her dulled senses can perceive he’s on his feet again, the little volume secured in his hands again and swiftly disappearing under his clothes, and her hands suddenly falling back to the pillow with nothing to grasp onto, her unintelligible sounds that might have resembled disappointment quickly replaced by deeper, more regular breaths.

His eyes narrow while looking at her one last time.

*you little minx almost fooled me!*

Which is not something common for him, and he would be impressed if it wasn’t for the anger that now burns his lungs and stomach more than her scent did just moments ago.

The anger for his own self to have focused -for any amount of time- on anything but his own freedom. That is something he’s not going to quickly forgive himself for.

He will tell himself that it was disgust that made him recoil and pull away, only when he was finally sure she was out and he could finally get away undisturbed, surely nauseous at the scent of mulled wine and flowers he caught a whiff of when she unwisely let her body be closer and carried upstairs by him.

*And she’s lucky I don’t have any more time to waste on any them* he thinks to himself as he turns around, clutching the little book, and making his way back to his own room, careful now to avoid any sudden movement that could cause noise. Back to his nature, sneaking away.

He’s halfway surprised -disappointed?- that no small army is waiting to catch him outside her door.

*but it means nothing! It proves nothing!*

Her deception is surely just more convoluted than he envisioned it to be, but soon it won’t be his problem anymore!

He swiftly gets to his room and locks the door, and finally a long, unneeded exhale comes out of his lungs. Back pressed against it, he lets the tension and fear melt away for a moment.

*Fear to be caught, nothing else!* he thinks to himself as a flash of her slightly parted lips and that pulsating spot just behind her ear comes back to him.

And that’s when the instinct to know wins over the one of survival, the one that should have him ram every little thing he owns in his sack while he puts as much distance between himself and everyone else, now that he certainly owns the solutions to the tadpoles she would have selfishly kept to herself in this little, insignificant book.

His long, delicate fingers almost trembling with excitement, the mere lock -an insult to his skills- falls to the floor in no time and finally! Finally he can swipe through the handwritten pages where certainly the solution to this parasitic problem ought to be. Where surely there is a way to control, rather than extirpate, and the secret to walk in the sun forever is just mere lines away from him!

Until skimming over the pages his eye catches the familiar swirls that form his very own name.

*Astarion. I have lain myself down, convinced myself it was for a healthy rest and then punctually, every time, it started in my ears, though it felt like he was in my mind, and all I can hear is his voice: Astarion’s.*

And he might as well have turned into a statue made of salt.

TBC

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x oc #bg 3 #bg3 astarion #bg 3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #ao3 fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanfiction

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7grandmel · 2 days

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Todays rip: 26/04/2024

A.U.B.R.E.Y (Vagrant Juice and Clams)

Season 6 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume FF

Ripped by AubyLover29

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Unfortunately requested by crickqt! (Tumblr Askbox)

Oh god, uh, where to begin with this one. Do any of you remember the Raft Ride event I had on here, on April 1st? Yeah, Raft Ride ~ The Story So Far - through my commitment to the bit, I had to try and talk about a LOT of different jokes and bits, ones I'd expressed fondness for already, and ones I still didn't know what to really make of. Of course, it was balanced out by the very nature of the event being that I didn't take the posts all too seriously, I wrote a good few of them half-asleep at my desk, yet serious or not, at 10:16PM on April 1st 2024, I reached Wanna See My Raft?. Right at that moment, I had to confront the demon I'd long wanted to ignore - and today, with A.U.B.R.E.Y (Vagrant Juice and Clams), I've decided its time to face the demon head-on. Today, we're talking about SML, and talking about Jeffy.

Truth be told, for as much as I love to think back to my youngest years on the internet, the affection I have for Dreamscape and Paralyzer and all that which I talked about in How 2 Do Anything - I somehow managed to avoid SuperMarioLogan for all that time. Maybe my YouTube recommendations were just kind to me, or my young brain just didn't really get the appeal of plush/puppet videos, but I steered clear of the channel despite its absurd popularity. If you've never heard of SML, you've missed an absolute titan of children's YouTube, a channel that gets 2 to 3 million views per upload, with videos made at a rate of 3 per week. Whether or not the videos are GOOD is another matter entirely - to some, its just typical Kids YouTube slop, but others have been following the channel's history for years and witnessed first-hand just how outright insane its storylines have become. What began as just a series of skits with Mario characters in wacky situations slowly began to get edgier in the mid-2010s YouTube landscape: the videos would play with outright racist and homophobic jokes, depictions of sex work and drug abuse, full-on SUICIDE jokes - all still attached to a channel with Mario puppets and with a target audience consisting mostly of children. It got to the point where Nintendo themselves had to step in with a legitimate pen-to-paper DMCA takedown request - and in the years since, the channel has continued on much the same course, but with all Mario characters replaced with human look-a-likes.

It's an absolutely insane rabbithole to go down, a core pillar of kids YouTube's seedy underbelly, yet one that for some reason or another keeps being brought up in online discussion, mainly by terminally online adults like myself. And so, SML-posting began sneaking its way into SiIvaGunner's rips as early as the start of Season 4 Episode 1, but has slowly been growing in frequency as of late, all headlined by SML's new mascot post-Nintendo takedown - Jeffy. A comic relief stupid shithead character now sitting as the channel's main character, Jeffy is, put bluntly, an outright agent of chaos the likes of which I do not wish to describe in detail. A demon in man's clothing, a creature unable to be tamed, a man who fears no god. And, indeed, the main star of SuperMarioLogan, and by proxy, the main voice to be heard in all rips made of the channel.

In a way, Jeffy is akin to those "cursed" SiIva memes that have always existed in some form or another. Astronaut in the Ocean, Yankin, The Bean - I've covered the former two plenty in rips like Aquarium in the Ocean and the latter's infamy is one of the most notable events from Season 1 of the channel. Yet in comparison to those three, Jeffy's prominence on SiIva seems to have slipped under the radar in a lot of ways, his true power yet to be felt. There hasn't been an SML takeover, none of the rips have truly blown up - its as if the demon is biding his time, known to be lurking only by some channel die-hards like myself, yet still obscured from the public consciousness of the masses. And in the meantime, we're getting rips like A.U.B.R.E.Y (Vagrant Juice and Clams) - all paying a disturbing amount of reverence and attention to this false deity.

Kirby Planet Robobot is a very special game on SiIvaGunner, and has been since the start of Season 2, arguably even since The Reboot: Through rips like Mother's・Caption (We Paused The Channel For HOW Long?! Mix) and The Noble Haltmann, it is THE game most closely tied to the channel's ongoing lore in the Christmas Comeback Crisis, the kind of game where any rip of it is bound to catch the attention of viewers. Of the game's soundtrack, P-R-O-G-R-A-M sits above all in terms of significance, tied to everything from The Reboot to the Inspector Gadget takeover of Become as Gadget - its a theme that is at once intense and climactic, yet also sounds as if it is falling apart at the seams, a digital system being broken apart by an unknown invader. And amidst all of this context, all this weight that P-R-O-G-R-A-M holds - or at least, has held to me ever since way back in 2017 - we get a rip of it using fucking JEFFY. And I'm supposed to just understand what that means and move on with my life?

All jokes aside, I do genuinely have to admire the effort put into A.U.B.R.E.Y (Vagrant Juice and Clams) despite (or, god forbid, BECAUSE) of its sources. The core of the rip uses several different Jeffy sources, primarily the bizarrely-real songs performed by the character himself, Wanna See My Pencil and Why?, referencing the characer's main running gags - these are mixed together with other Jeffy-related SML clips to add to the cacophony of noise throughout the rip. Althewhile completely left-field sources are added to..."compliment" the main track - the full-blast sound of Keemstar yelling, the "Nintendo Diss Track", a section played to the tune of Penis Music (dong music, anyone?)...its all so utterly unhinged, yet remains...ominous, in a way, throughout? Like, I have to admit that it does all kind of work, I love the use of WHYYY? for the bridge - but I still can barely even discern what would drive one to gas up JEFFY of all memes to the extent AubyLover29 has done here.

Then again, AubyLover29 in general is a bit of an enigma on the channel - you may have noticed that the title A.U.B.R.E.Y (Vagrant Juice and Clams) has absolutely nothing to do with the joke of this rip whatsoever. This is a constant with all of AubyLover29's rips: they're titled around hit character Auby from Omori rather than their actual contents, and her online presence outside of her rip contributions is seemingly completely nonexistent. Its just one more quirk atop this pile of bizarreness - it all reminds me of when I first had to dig into waterwraith pokos all those months ago. Only here, Jeffy's prominence of the channel is gradually becoming less and less of a secret - his rate of appearances has only gone up since A.U.B.R.E.Y (Vagrant Juice and Clams)'s upload, and I fear for what may happen when a takeover inevitably comes. May god help us all.

#todays siivagunner #season 6 #siivagunner #siiva #AubyLover29 #sml #supermariologan #sml jeffy #kirby planet robobot #kirby

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gayhawkelatehomicide · 2 years

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Nobility

Have a thing that's never getting out of my drafts otherwise, because maybe posting it will make me finish it (knock on wood)

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Words: 1272

Rating: G

Additional Tags: pre-canon, character study, honestly a bit navel gaze-y, cw Rendon Howe mention, look i love my girl so here she is, wip

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The thing to know about Saffron Cousland is that she never was very good at being a noblewoman. She's always been too tall, too wild, and too energetic. Her handwriting is appalling, and she never could sit in one place long enough to listen through her lessons. She lacked the patience for needlework, though if allowed to take regular breaks to work off her excess energy, she could produce decent embroidery. Politics bored her silly, but she pestered her father incessantly for stories of the war with Orlais. As a little girl, she chased after her brother constantly, sneaking out of her lessons when her tutor's back was turned and running through the halls of the castle until she found Fergus, inevitably doing something that Saffron was discouraged from participating in. She'd pester him until he taught her how to do whatever it was, and her mother would eventually find her in the courtyard, practicing hacking one of the straw dummies to pieces while her brother called suggestions from the side. To the despair of her governesses, she was always climbing trees, sprinting everywhere, and playing in dirt.

As soon as she was big enough to sit a horse, Saffron started riding lessons. Her mother hoped the necessity of remaining calm atop a massive, nervous horse would temper her impetuousness. Unfortunately, the riding instructor proved as pliable to Saffron's cheerful wiles as every other guardian she'd ever encountered, and when the little girl absolutely insisted she had to ride the roan stallion with wild eyes, he'd allowed it. Defending himself to the aggravated arlessa later, he claimed he'd been sure the barely broken horse would throw Saffron, teaching her an important lesson about choosing an appropriate mount. Unfortunately for him, she'd climbed aboard the bad-tempered beast, placed a small hand on its neck, and leaned forward to kiss its ear. The horse, whose name was Fenedhis (not that anyone told Saffron that, she just knew him as Fen), had quieted immediately and begun a sedate walk around the courtyard. She was a graceful rider—though every horse in the Cousland stables other than Fen threw her at some point, usually while objecting to some insane route up or down a hill—and she never did learn that it was a bad idea to seek out irritable, half-wild mounts.

At eleven, she began to learn to dance, and her mother heaved a sigh of relief as she finally found something ladylike to excel in. A few weeks of dedicated effort saw Saffron grasp, and then master, most of the popular court dances of the year. Then, she prodded her instructor into teaching her more. She spent weeks learning Nevarran dances, months on Tevinter's intricate hand gestures, and almost a year on Orlesian footwork. For a time, if Saffron couldn't be located, it was fair odds whether she'd be chasing Fergus around or practicing in the ballroom, dreaming of elegant parties. Arlessa Cousland, by all accounts a tolerant woman, did try to draw the line when Saffron started to practice Antivan dances which included a great deal of hip-shaking, but gave up when she caught the willful girl in the library after midnight, with a candle, peering at (thankfully tame) images in a book of Antivan dance. Horrified by the idea that her daughter might stumble upon some of the other illustrated texts produced by that country, the Arlessa relented and permitted her instructor to continue teaching. She also collected all the books in Antivan from the library and locked them in her husband's study, away from impressionable eyes.

The local seamstresses despaired of keeping Saffron in dresses. She grew so fast through her early teen years that no sooner was a dress finished than a new one had to be started, or the first had to be altered. At one point, the Couslands' favorite dressmaker started sewing two extra inches into the hem of every gown she made for Saffron so that she could lengthen it more easily when the girl inevitably grew out of it. The problem wasn't only her ever-increasing height, however. Saffron was naturally athletic, but this didn't prevent her from falling out of trees, tripping into ruts in the road, and ripping suspiciously sword-shaped holes in her dresses. If they weren't torn within weeks of her having received them, they were stained with the remains of her desert, bleached by the unholy experiment she'd decided to perform with her soap because of something her tutor half-explained, or stretched over appropriated chairs to be makeshift castles for Noble Ser Saffron to rescue her playmates from.

Speaking of playmates, the other children in the castle flocked to her. A natural leader, Saffron was always the one coordinating the mischief she and her band of hooligans got up to. With her charming smile and quick tongue, she was equally likely to talk her way out of trouble as she was to stumble into it, but (to her father's quiet relief) she also insisted on being the one to take responsibility for any problems she and her friends caused. Saffron had never been the type to let others suffer punishments when she was the one who deserved them, but she began to step up and take responsibility for the actions of her subordinates—notably, this commendable trait manifested after Fergus had very seriously repeated a lecture from their father concerning a noble's responsibility to his subjects. Her mother's occasional efforts to insist that young ladies of noble status should socialize primarily with others of her own rank, however, seemed completely ineffectual. Saffron played with her semi-peers, her cousins, and the children of Arl Cousland's vassals, but she was equally content to spend time climbing trees and falling in streams with the servants' kids, the young elves from Highever's alienage, and anyone else who looked likely to play along with her wild schemes.

Arl Howe gave Saffron a mabari puppy for her sixteenth birthday, and her mother finally threw up her hands in defeat. The girl and her dog, named Teryn, were inseparable from the moment they met, and proceeded to get into more trouble together than either could manage separately. Saffron's education pivoted, finally, to include swordplay, tactics, and military history. Alongside Fergus, she practiced falconry, went hunting, and rode around the Arling to check in with the people. She became as familiar and welcome a sight in her father's domains as her brother, and both young Couslands were well-liked by their subjects—Fergus for his fair-mindedness and patience, Saffron for her bright, easy laughter and boundless enthusiasm. Neither was the type to sit idly by while someone else struggled, and so the siblings endeared themselves to those they would one day rule.

When the Grey Warden comes to Castle Cousland, Saffron is fascinated and worried in equal measure. She's heard the rumors of a growing darkspawn presence in the south, knows Fergus is heading off to join the king's army at Ostagar. But having a real Warden, a living character out of the legends actually visit her home, is like meeting a storybook come to life to tell you that the monster under your bed is real, and he's plotting to end the world. The Wardens, Saffron knows, rarely show themselves except for during a Blight. She suddenly doesn't want to see her brother leave, but she's nearly twenty now and is not going to show her unease in front of his wife and son. So she shows Duncan to his rooms, drags her dog out of the pantry (again), and makes friendly conversation with her father's guests.

Then her whole world gets turned upside down.

#dragon age #dao #my writing #Saffron Cousland #human noble origin #yet more attempts to peer pressure myself into writing #pre canon #character study #honestly a bit navel gaze-y #cw Rendon Howe mention #look i love my girl so here she is #wip

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sporadiclilbook · 3 years

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May I request some hcs of Dimitri and a caring! Reader please? like they think he's just their friend and is looking out for him? Like sending him food, asking if he's okay and all that stuff, only because he saved their life.

Sure can anon! I hope you like this

Yan!Dimitri x Caring!reader

Pre-TS

Let's just say, as a fellow Blue Lions student, he saved you during a mission.

Immediately you started to feel like you owed him a favour. Even though he said he's just looking out for his fellow student, and in a way, his citizen. So you decided to become sorta like his unofficial retainer. Kinda like Dedue but without the fighting.

You started to notice how he is tense all the time. So you started to ask everyday how is he doing. It's a simple and small gesture but he's glad that someone cares for him. Especially when that someone is you.

Whenever he had his headaches, you would fetch him some remedy from Professor Manuela and when the whole Flame Emperor thing happened you were there to listen to him.

Were it not for you, those voices in his head would've made him go insane so early. With all of the things he went through, your presence felt like a saving grace from the Goddess.

Felix, knowing how unhinged he is, warns you to not get too close to the boar prince. You brushed it off as Felix being rude as usual but that was your mistake.

You've became one of the people Dimitri care about. With everyone that he has lost, he can't even bear the thought of losing you. He wants to be with you. Or to be clearer, he's a fool in love for you.

But one day he hear Sylvain talking to you during training. He was ready to belittle Sylvain for disturbing you during time when he shouldn't but he can't help but eavesdrop a bit.

"So, (Y/N), you and your highness?"

"What? Sylvain, no! I only see him as a friend...."

"Then why are you so caring for him? Making sure he's okay and everything....Come on there has to be something."

"Because he saved my life and I intend to return the favour Sylvain! It's the least I can do."

Hearing this made him quite sad. You only saw him as a friend. A friend that saved your life. He wanted to be more than that! He wanted to be the one you love and cherish. To be the one by your side for as long as time allows it. Because you're the only one who can tame this beastful thoughts of his.

But he's not easily deterred. He will not give up until he has you. He will do whatever he can. He'll slowly spend more time with you, guilt tripping you a bit in the process. You wouldn't want to abandon him, right? Do you not feel grateful for the time he saved you?

He's even more protective of you in the battle. Dedue has been at his side but now he also has you. You try your best to help him and in turn he tries harder to protect you. Quite easy with his inhuman strength. Your kind-caring heart is no place for such a morbid atmosphere.

Your fellow Blue Lions are.....quite amused at his blatant crush. They'll try to tell you (Except Felix, he's the only correct one telling you to keep your distance) that he clearly has a thing for you but your answer remains the same, you only saw him as a friend. But soon enough, he'll change your mind.

"Thank you for staying by my side. I can't possibly imagine a life without you."

Post-TS below (Azure Moon spoilers)

Ah, this is where things gets more awry. With his sanity barely intact and the war going ablaze across Fódlan, he can't help but descend further. One of the thing that was still pounding some sense into him into staying alive was the fact you were possibly still out there. He won't believe you're dead until he saw your own rotting corpse.

But as the 5 years slowly goes by he can't help but think you're dead. Because he wasn't there for you. Too weak. Too late. Your voice haunts him. In his sleepless nights he kept muttering apologies to the ones that was dead, especially to you.

"Where were you Dimitri?"

"My path ended....because of her...

you know what you must do, don't you?"

"Avenge my death.....spill Edelgard's blood."

"Of course (Y/N), anything....for you...my beloved."

After the resurface of Professor Byleth he was hellbent on making Edelgard pay for your 'death'. Even if it's the last thing he does. But it all changed when all of his classmates reunited. He felt his dead heart twitch at the sight of you. Alive and well.

After disposing of the vermins that plagued the monastery, suffice to say he was quite scared to meet you again. He's a monster covered in blood but you were still ever the same caring person you were once was.

But you approached him anyway, worried about his well-being. He wanted to tell you to go away but he seems to be unable to say it. The words was stuck in his throat. He missed your benevolence so much.

He allowed you to continue as normal. Bringing him food, checking in on him. Honestly, Professor Byleth was grateful to have you around. The man won't budge at all from his sulkings but he seems to listen to you a bit. Even managing to drag him to the dining hall sometimes.

Back then he's afraid of showing his ruthless side but now he's basically putting it on display. His enemies crushed. Your assailants obliterated. He wanted to show you that he was capable of protecting you. Of course you were quite shocked at the display of his monstrous strength but it was war. And yet you can't help but feel sorry for the enemies who were unfortunate enough to cross his path.

But with time he slowly started to heal. After the death of Rodrigue, he becomes less bloodthirsty. Even more so with the return of Dedue (unless you didn't do the Duscur Paralogue). After finally taking down Edelgard, he can finally confess. And he won't take a no.

Courting after gruelling war isn't really the best time so he'll take it slow. Until the moment when he confessed, you will have no other choice but to accept. Even if you deny it.

You still saw him as a friend until today? What about those memories of you fighting together? The moments where you cared for him and when he protected you? Please just love him.

You better not love anyone else because they will end up dead somewhere. If you still reject, albeit with a different reason, he will still try.

Oh, it's because he's a royalty and you're a commoner? Fret not he's the King of Faerghus now, YOUR king. The people can't disobey him now.

Hm? You're from a small noble house? Then perfect! None will ask why he wants to marry you, it'll go smoothly.

Aside from that, the amount of PEER PRESSURE of people telling that you two does look good together is also one of the factor. Can't you see the king is in love with you? Surely you don't want to break his poor heart! He's been through a lot you know.

In the end, no matter what, you will end up marrying him. But he won't let you out of the castle ground at all. He's afraid that something might happen to you. At least you can still enjoy a fresh breath of air in the gardens even if there was some handpicked guards watching you.

You were his everything. You were his fuel to live on. He's not the very best with affection but he loved to hold you close to him. It gave him some reassurance that he didn't fail to save you. The Goddess gave him a second chance and he swore not to failed it.

"I'm glad you're here with me, my beloved."

#sporadicpage #yandere x reader #yandere fire emblem three houses #yandere fe3h #yandere dimitri #yandere dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

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katytheinspiredworkaholic · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

Title: Extraordinary

Pairings: HotchReid (side pairings Morcia, WillxJJ, others in flirtation)

Summary: League of Extraordinary Gentleman/Vampire AU;

Within the FBI there is a specialized team full of an elite selection of people. Unique individuals with very particular skill sets. And their job is to take the unusual cases: the ones that need to not only be solved, but are undetermined if the unsub is human, or something else entirely.

In a world filled with Vampires, non-human creatures, and subspecies unknown, there is only enough information to have them vaguely regulated. Rules that are so easily, and violently broken, all while hidden in plain sight among the unsuspecting public. Unrivaled for eons.

That’s where the BAU comes in.

Official Posting Date: Now posted on tumblr and Ao3, Click Here

Links: (Masterpost) (Snippet 01) (Snippet 02) (Snippet 03) (Snippet 04)

(TW/CW: This is pretty tame, Emily is just a little intense and eager because Spencer is... well, Spencer, and when she realizes all he can do? Oh she is chomping at the bit. Some trance-like things and witchy stuff and Hotch being territorial without being able to admit it.)

(the story so far/what you need to know for this clip at least: this takes place in chapter 02, what you will all see on Saturday evening, and this version is insanely unpolished (I’m about to go through and fix it up and give it a good make-over) but basically this is the first time Spencer is meeting Emily Prentiss and it makes... an impression. Also, Emily has been at the BAU for about 0.2 seconds and Hotch is already done with her. The sibling energy I love to see. It’s also hella long, as an apology for missing last week and being a day late. All you’ve missed is Spencer about ran into Emily turning a corner and she saved him from spilling his case files and coffee all over the floor. Now they are talking)

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“I apologize, I thought you were an intern or still in the academy.”

“It’s alright, everyone does,” Spencer says without taking offense. He wouldn’t have gotten where he was or lasted very long if he did; however, if he had a nickel for every time someone had been surprised by his age, he’d be as rich as Father Rossi. His full hands actually aids him as he mentions, “I don’t usually shake hands with people, so don’t think me rude. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He offers her a smile in exchange, and it is mirrored on her face just as her surprise kicks up another notch.

“Doctor, my my I am in for a trip on this team, aren’t I?” she laughs, and it’s a melodic thing that stretches over an expanse of time and history. Ballrooms in Russia and palors of France, Elizabethan and the roaring 20’s and everything in between all rolled into one. He’s not sure how he sees it, an impossible thing, but he can read it like a book and that must have something to do with what she is. “Emily Prentiss, it is a remarkable pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid. Now, I have to ask--” her tone is so charming and playful and probing he barely notices the nuance, “And I’m sure it’s taboo around here, but I have to know -- your regeneration process. Tell me what it is or what you do. You look so young.”

“I am young,” he states simply, finally stunned by a question he’s not usually asked.

“Yes, yes, we all can’t be a thousand years old like your fearless Vampire leader,” she waves off and Spencer’s eyes widen because… he hadn’t known Hotch was that old. Sure he’d said he’d been alive for the better part of a millennia, but he always said it like a hyperbole. A turn of phrase that’s off by a couple centuries. But --

A thousand years old.

That would put him…

God, that would put him alive, as a human, just before the start of The Crusades.

“Oh, did he keep that to himself? Oops, my bad. Pretend you don’t know. Anyway -- so are you a Shifter? Or use a particular spell? Oh, or is it a curse? I’m fascinated by curses, I don’t use them often myself but the rigidity of terms using a power so chaotic is just such a fun juxtaposition that I--”

“No, no, I’m… normal, human,” Spencer interrupts her, still the smallest bit shell-shocked, but now connects a few dots himself as she speaks. Realizes very suddenly that Ms. Prentiss appears ageless because she is ageless. She’s also a Witch. One of the broadest terms for subspecies categories, which really doesn’t do it justice. A Witch could be a number of things. Someone who uses magic and science and the very Earth itself paired with the spiritual planes to do impossible things. Witches are beings so powerful they should be uncategorizable. Something Spencer is fascinated by as well. He’s never met anyone like Emily. “I look young because I am young. I’m 27, I’ve only been with the BAU for the past three years. I’m a little excited to not be the newbie on the team any more,” he tries to joke, but Emily’s gaze has gone distant and sharp all at once.

“You’re only 27? And you’re a doctor?” She asks in clarification, Spencer nodding along each time. “You’ve been a doctor, since becoming an FBI agent?”

“Um, well -- I’m not a medical doctor. I do have three doctorates, though; in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering,” he finds himself shrinking a bit under her intensely interested gaze. “What?”

“Chemistry?” she asks, vaguely more distant.

“That was my first doctorate,” he murmurs back, not sure what has her looking so contemplative.

“You’ve achieved all of this: three doctorates, FBI agent, BAU -- in 27 years?” she questions, a grave yet wondrous sound.

“Technically I did all of that in 15 years. I graduated high school when I was 12,” he manages to do more than mumble, and Emily’s wide-eyed stare has him spewing forth information like it requires an explanation. “I have an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words a minute, and my IQ is 187 so by human standards yes -- I’m a genius, and borderline on the advanced brain developments scale. But I’m still human. Nothing paranormal or extraordinary.”

The pause that follows is palpable.

“Oh,” she says in an exhale, “Oh, you young soul. You have no idea, do you? What you are capable of...” She tilts her head as she steps closer and Spencer is very suddenly aware that he’s not sure she’s blinked since they started speaking about his qualifications. What he can do, how he got to where he is. No one usually shows this much interest, he makes them uncomfortable for reasons he doesn’t always understand.

Emily doesn’t look uncomfortable, she looks… hungry.

“You are so very, very extraordinary. Exceptional, really. Look at all of what you’ve accomplished with just 15 years of life.” That astonished sound again, like she can’t believe her luck--

And then she’s in his space, gaze boring into his, and Spencer can see galaxies in the depth of her eyes. His breath stolen from him and feet rooted to the floor. So he doesn’t step away as she leans just the smallest bit closer, words resonating with echoes across ages.

“Imagine what you could do with a thousand.”

“Prentiss,” the deep voice of Hotch’s monotone (edged in something vaguely aggressive, and more than a little aggravated) breaks through their moment. The trance fading like a fog from Spencer’s eyes. “No recruiting. It’s in your contract.”

“You have such a gift, it’s a shame to waste it,” Emily whispers in a rush as Hotch approaches them from down the hall. More earnest than intimidating, now.

“Prentiss!”

“Think about it,” she winks, and then turns to give Hotch a smile that’s all teeth so sharp she resembles a shark. “Oh, what a sour face. What’s wrong? Were you planning on asking him first? You snooze, you lose.”

“Conference room,” he instructs, pointing the way Spencer had just come. “Team meeting in 20 minutes. Try not to summon anything between here and there.” She sticks her tongue out at him childishly as she leaves, and sends a quirk of a smile Spencer’s direction that shifts her whole expression into something comically entertained. He’s never seen Hotch interact with someone like this, like they were… familiar, even exasperatingly so. The closest in comparison is probably Father Rossi. But this is less like old friends and more like sibling rivalry.

The space Emily had just vacated is suddenly filled with Hotch, an overwhelmingly welcomed presence and it eases the tension out of Spencer’s spine and shoulders that he hadn’t even realized was there.

“Are you okay?” he asks, low and quiet. They’re the only ones in the hallway, but secrecy is a hard habit to break.

Spencer nods, still gaining his bearings once more. “I think so. That didn’t feel like hypnotism. I don’t know what that was.”

“Prentiss doesn’t manipulate minds or the wills of other people,” Hotch tells him, which is soothing if not for the foreboding question of what just occurred. “She doesn’t need to. She can do a lot of things: change her face, her voice, make illusions and talk circles around anyone -- even you.” Spencer looks up to him at that, aware that his level of intelligence is the only thing that keeps him safe from JJ or Hotch’s influence. His mind can’t be bent, or tricked.

“Then what was she doing? I felt compelled but… not against my will. What was that?” he asks, also quiet but much more high in pitch as his confusion turns his voice to a winded sound.

Hotch’s thin, stern frown does nothing to alleviate the apprehension caught up in his chest like a bad cold.

“Possibility,” he states, grim and not liking that Spencer had fallen prey to such a short moment with Emily Prentiss and her promise of what her craft could do for him. Hotch is well aware that Spencer’s gift of soaking up every speck on information he’s given like a sponge isn’t something to let wither and die like so many before him. There’s so much he could do with an infinite life, such as his and Emily’s, but the curse of living forever alone is not something to be taken lightly. And not to be decided by someone who still has so much more life to live unaided by other forces.

However, Emily was right about one thing. Hotch can’t deny that he’s thought about it. More than considered it as a definite possibility.

An offer, all his own.

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Tagged list so far: @physics-magic, @thaddeusly, @ssa-noa, @ssa-sarahsunshine, @tobias-hankel, @reidology, @mintphoenix

#THIS IS JUST A SNIPPET #it's a very long one as an apology for missing last week and being a day late #and also because it's COOL and I have no self control #Emily and Spencer would be a terrifying duo honestly #Also Emily and Hotch have the best sibling relationship ever #if anyone wants in on that taglist hit me up via ask or comment or rb #the story is posted! Updates on Saturday evenings #Extraordinary #HotchReid #Katyswriting #Katyswip #wip wednesday

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Sugarwhiskers

Summary: You’re one of the only green witch’s in town and you do well without a familiar, but when you bring in a large black cat that’s been following you around, that might change.

TW: Just some mild swearing, and a little bit of suggestive content (because parents), but as always, if I missed something please let me know!

A/N: I have a small obsession with witch AU’s and it’s very loosely based off of this post and a few ideas I had running around my own head.

The black cat that followed you everywhere was really getting on your nerves.

It wasn’t causing any problems exactly, but it was getting creepy.

It was outside your door when you left to go to the shop, it walked you to and from the shop, to school even. It followed you around town. It never caused you any trouble, but there was something about it that made you uncomfortable.

There was some light in it’s eyes that seemed almost human. And it reminded you of someone, though you couldn’t place who when you looked directly at it.

“Hey there,” you murmured, crouching down in front of it as it appeared out of a shadow. “I’m (Y/F/N).”

It cocked it’s head to the side and padded a little closer to you, watching you. It was bigger than the average house cat. Small enough that you could still pick it up if you tried, but not small enough that you could carry it around for a while without your arms tiring.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” you told it, beckoning it closer. “Come here. Aren’t you cold?”

It crept a little closer and you smiled at it.

When you slowly reached your hand out to let it sniff you, you were pleased when he brushed against your hand.

“Hey there you,” you cooed, stroking it lightly. “Is it alright if I pick you up?”

It seemed to pause and tense but a few more strokes had it practically melted into your hands.

You plucked him- you had decided it was a him- up easily, settling him into your arms, still petting him softly. He was lighter than you had thought he would be.

“Come on in with me,” you murmured.

It was Sunday, you didn’t have anything else better to be doing and you had started to like the cat, despite the uncanny glint in it’s eyes.

He purred as he relaxed in your arms, the small vibrations running up your arms.

“Are you lost? Is there someone looking for you?” you inquired, taking a seat at the dining room table, settling the cat in your lap softly. It’s fur was odd, tufting out and flopping over one eye like a bad middle school haircut.

The lack of an answer surprised you. Animals, as a green witch, had always been a specialty of yours, so not being able to understand this cat made you pause. You couldn’t feel it’s feelings like you could with other animals. You were an empath when it came to them, so having an animal that you couldn’t understand was a new one on you.

“Do you have a witch looking for you?” you asked.

It must’ve been a familiar if you couldn’t understand it the way you did the other animals around town.

He picked it’s head up and gave a small shake of it’s head.

Your heart broke for it. A familiar without a witch was almost worse than a witch without a familiar.

Familiar derived a sense of purpose from pleasing their witches, from helping them with the little things and the big things, from seeing their combined magic.

You hadn’t met your familiar yet, but you were sixteen, there was still plenty of time for them to show up.

“Well, you can stay here for as long as you want,” you told him. “I don’t have any other familiars or animals wandering around, so territory won’t be an issue, and you seem to be able to fend for yourself pretty well. I will leave out some things though, if you plan on sticking around.

“I do have some familiar friends though, they stop by from time to time, either on errands from their witches, or other tonics and such that I make for them. Don’t become too territorial if they stop by alright?”

The cat was staring at you, but it’s tail was flashing around and so you figured that was a good sign.

“I was about to make breakfast, do you want some?” you inquired, stroking it’s head lightly.

You headed for the kitchen, and the cat followed you, rubbing up against your legs as you opened the fridge.

“Alright, come on up here,” you muttered, picking him up and setting him on your shoulder, letting him curl around and settle on them.

His tail curled around towards your collarbone and you stroked under the cat’s chin, smiling when he purred.

“You’re going to be clingy, aren’t you?” you asked when you dug the eggs out of the fridge.

He headbutted you lightly and you chuckled, searching for the little glass bowl that you liked to use.

You cracked a couple of eggs and scrambled them, digging a pan out of the cupboards, turning the oven on as you poured the eggs in the pan.

“I really should be careful about this,” you muttered. “You could be a psycho waiting to murder me while I sleep.”

You were headbutted a little more forcefully this time, and you were given a slightly incredulous look and you shrugged a little.

“What? This is something that I have to worry about,” you defended, rummaging through a drawer to find a spatula.

The cat made a small noise, licking your cheek.

“Ew, no, no licking my face,” you told him, tapping his nose lightly.

You hummed a small tune as you cooked, stroking the cat absentmindedly as you worked.

When everything was done you grabbed a paper plate and set a piece of toast and half of the eggs on it, setting on on your work table so he could eat, bending slightly so he could hop off your shoulders.

You sat down beside him and ate as you worked, grinding herbs and calling small plants towards you, using your magic to lessen the amount under your skin.

You weren’t insanely powerful, but your magic was versatile, you could use it in other ways. Most witches had one specific ability and they trained with it that way.

Yours wasn’t like that. Convincing plants to grow, moving earth, communicating with animals, you could do it all.

A knock at your door made you snap back to reality.

When you opened the door you saw Akaashi standing there.

“Hey Akaashi,” you said, moving to let him in. “No Bokuto?”

“No, he was in the gym working on his line shots,” Akaashi replied.

“Sometimes I think you’re the familiar, not the witch,” you teased. “How are your headaches?”

“They come and go as Bokuto does,” Akaashi muttered, before he chuckled. “No, they’re getting better. Your tonics help when they get too bad though.”

“Well, I’m glad, that means that they’re doing their job. Ignore the cat, he’s new,” you said, shooing him off your work table so you could grab the bottles he had been laying half on top of.

“He looks like someone I know,” Akaashi muttered, holding his hand out.

The cat brushed up against his hand with a happy purr.

“I think it’s the fur,” he muttered, squinting at the cat.

“I know, I thought so too,” you replied, letting let cat climb onto your shoulder again where he settled.

“Is he your familiar?”

“I have no idea, I haven’t seen him in human form yet,” you replied, scratching under the cat’s chin. “I only took him in this morning.”

“Then why-?” Akaashi gestured to where the cat was lounging.

“He’s been following me around for a while. Walking me to school, walking with me around town. It’s been such a gentleman,” you said.

Akaashi was watching the cat, and then he glanced at you, some sort of recognition flashing through his eyes before it was gone.

“Thanks again, (Y/L/N), you’re a lifesaver,” he murmured.

“Of course,” you replied, handing him the vials. “I’ll see you in two weeks then?”

“Just like always,” he said, giving you a small smile before he headed back out.

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Three weeks later and the cat was still pretty much living at your house.

He disappeared for short periods of time, but he usually came back at night.

He had taken to sleeping on your pillow at night, sometimes on your stomach, but every once in a while you woke up and saw him curled up by your chest when you slept on your side.

You still hadn’t seen him in his human form, but you knew he kept clothes in your house, you had found black t-shirts and bad chemistry joke hoodies in odd places around the house.

They certainly weren’t yours, and you didn’t know anybody other than Bokuto with the build where they would fit.

Familiars had runes somewhere on their bodies, like a tattoo, and they helped witches find their familiars. Your runes were a band around your bicep, a black that faded into a ruby red, all of them shimmer like they were painted with glitter, and they were your favorite part of yourself.

You hadn’t seen the cat in it’s human form, so it’s runes were hidden from you. You weren’t sure why he hadn’t shifted in front of you yet. Maybe they were shy, or maybe they just didn’t want you to know who they were.

“Shit, shit, shit, I’m gonna be late!” you cried, gathering up your school supplies and shoving them into your bag haphazardly.

The cat meowed loudly and you looked over to see him pushing a book towards you.

“Thank you sugarwhiskers,” you murmured, giving him a quick kiss on the head before you were out the door, trying to tame your hair, the cat on your heels.

You had been coming up with increasingly ridiculous names for the cat, since you had no idea what it’s name actually was.

You knew the cat went to school with you at Nekoma, and while you found that ironic, you had respected the cat’s privacy and not tried to find out who it was.

That changed when Akaashi invited you to watch a practice match between Fukurodani and Nekoma.

You were waiting outside the school when the bus pulled up.

“Hey Akaashi,” you said, giving him a quick hug.

“Hello (Y/L/N),” he murmured.

“You missed our appointment,” you pouted, hands on your hips.

“I know, I’m sorry, I haven’t had the spare time lately.”

“It’s alright, I know you have more going on than I do, so I took the liberty of bringing these with me today.”

You handed him three months worth of headache tonics and added, “Don’t worry about the payment, by the way, I know that you’re good for it.”

“Thank you,” he replied.

“Of course,” you told him. “Anyway, I know you guys have been here before, but I figured I’d escort you there, just in case. Hey Akaashi, did you try that spell I gave you the last time you visited?”

“I did, it works really well. Where did you find it?”

“My grandmother was a mind witch,” you admitted. “She wrote down everything in a journal and I got some of them when she died. That’s not my magic,” you made a flower out of a rock that you levitated over to yourself, “so I figured they would be more suited to you.”

“Thank you a lot though, it made separating things a lot easier for me,” Akaashi admitted.

“I’m glad, I tried accessing some of her magic, but I’m not the best at ancestral magic.”

“It’s alright, you’re better an earth magic anyway. You are a green witch,” Akaashi reminded you.

“I know, but sometimes it would be nice to have different magics, you know? Anyway, hello to you too Bokuto,” you said, letting the captain crush you in a hug.

“Hi (Y/L/N),” he replied, smiling at you.

You made small talk with the captain as they walked into the gym.

“Alright, well, I hope you guys do well,” you said, heading for the viewing platforms.

“Bye (Y/L/N)!” Bokuto called, making you laugh.

You had never really known the Nekoma team. You weren’t all that intrigued by volleyball, and other than Akaashi, you had no connection to it.

You knew that they were a pretty good team, but other than that, you didn’t know any of the players personally.

A few of the players pointed you out, but they didn’t seem to be focused on you specifically.

“Hey, Kuroo!” Bokuto shouted.

“Shut up!” someone else yelled back and your attention was drawn to the captain of the team.

Something about his hair was familiar, and you knew you had seen him in the halls, but even your magic was reacting now that you had seen him.

It sparked in your hands and you frowned as a moon lily bloomed in your hand.

“I haven’t even said anything yet!” Bokuto whined, his hair deflating a little bit.

“Don’t worry about him Bokuto, he’s just upset because he got a 94 on his Chem test because he pissed the teacher off,” you called.

You and Kuroo had Chemistry together, even though you didn’t sit together you knew Chemistry was one of Kuroo’s best subjects.

He had been complaining about his grade loudly in the hallway after school before one of the teachers threatened to send him to the principle.

“How do you know?” Akaashi asked.

“He couldn’t have been louder if he’d tried,” you answered, smiling slyly at the captain.

“Please don’t encourage him, (Y/L/N), he’ll take it as a challenge,” Akaashi muttered.

“Has your headache come back Akaashi?” you teased.

“If you keep saying things like that it might,” he muttered and you laughed.

“I thought you were supposed to be the polite one Akaashi,” Kuroo said.

“She’s the exception to the rule,” Akaashi said, but the small smile he gave you told you that he was teasing you back.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “If you don’t get back to warming up Akaashi, you and Kuroo are both going to get some permanent, nice little flower crowns,” you threatened.

“Can I have one too, (Y/L/N)?” Bokuto asked and you chuckled.

“Maybe after the game, Bo,” you told him.

He cheered and you laughed. He was so easy to please.

Akaashi mouthed a small ‘thank you’ and you nodded.

Kuroo was watching you whenever he had the chance and you weren’t entirely sure why.

You still had that odd feeling that you knew him more than you thought, but you weren’t sure why.

Not until halfway through the game when Kuroo used his sleeve to wipe his face during a break.

Black runes faded into ruby red decorated both biceps, and you felt your magic flare for a moment before you shoved it down before it could manifest physically.

Kuroo’s attention turned to you and his eyes widened.

You raised an eyebrow and sent a small tendril of invisible, questioning, magic to him.

If he was your familiar he should’ve been able to feel it, since he would be more sensitive to your magic than the other familiars on the court.

You watched in shock as he nodded and you stared at him for a moment before you smiled at him.

The bond clicked into place and you relaxed a little bit when a small blanket of warmth surrounded you.

You had heard about when a bond clicked between witch and familiar, but you hadn’t thought it would be so . . . comforting.

“You finally figured it out?” he asked.

“Jackass,” you replied. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You pretty much live in my house now you know.”

“I was worried about how you would react.”

“We can talk about this later, your coach looks like he might yell at you.”

You laughed when someone waved their hand in front of Kuroo’s face and he jumped a little bit, clearly surprised.

You could feel his presence in your soul now, a little blip that hadn’t been there before.

The bond felt almost tangible between the two of you.

You understood why he was such a good receiver now. Some of his feline capabilities transferred into his human form.

You watched quietly from the second floor and yelled at Bokuto when he went into an emo mode.

“Who are you cheering for?” Kuroo asked when you cheered for Akaashi after he pulled off an amazing setter dump.

“My friend,” you told him. “I’ve known Akaashi a lot longer than I’ve known you, Kuroo.”

“And I want to know you better,” Kuroo said, smirking at you from where he was standing.

“I thought possessiveness was a canine trait,” you teased, and he chuckled a little bit.

“You’re distracting me,” he replied.

“Fine then,” you said, pulling back away from the tether between your minds.

When the game was over, you hadn’t paid attention to the score, you gave Bokuto his promised flower crown, and you headed straight for Kuroo.

“Jackass,” you muttered. “No wonder you followed me to school everyday.”

“Surprise?” he asked.

“Now, I don’t have a problem with you keeping your clothes in my house, but stop bringing the bad joke hoodies to my house. They’re comfortable, but they’re all really bad.”

“Hey, my taste is immaculate,” Kuroo replied.

“So you two finally figured it out?” Akaashi asked.

“No thanks to you,” you told him, crossing your arms. “You couldn’t have said something like, ‘Hey, (Y/L/N), I think that’s the Rooster Head from Nekoma that Bo never shuts up about. I think that’s your familiar’? What the hell Akaashi?”

“I knew you would figure it out. Eventually. And technically I did you a favor, I told you that you should watch us play.”

“That’s fair,” you admitted. “But seriously, it’s been almost two months.”

“If it makes you feel any better, he wouldn’t shut up about you,” Akaashi said.

“I feel ganged up on,” Kuroo muttered.

“Shut it, sugarwhiskers, you don’t get to play victim here,” you told him. “You could’ve shifted at any time and you chose to stay as a cat.”

“First of all,” Kuroo began, “your house is not big enough for the human versions of us. Secondly, you seemed to like the cat better. And most parents would freak out if they caught their child with a teenage boy that looks like me.”

“Wow, you have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” you asked, crossing your arms as everyone walked with Fukurodani boys out to their bus. “And the only reason I liked the cat better was because I didn’t know the human.”

“And now?”

“And now I think I like the cat better,” you teased, making him squawk indignantly. “I’m teasing.”

Kuroo smiled at you and you smiled back.

This was going to be fun.

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You weren’t sure when you stopped sleeping next to a cat and you started sleeping next to a man, but you weren’t opposed to it.

“Mornin’,” Kuroo muttered when he wandered into the kitchen.

“Hey,” you murmured, kissing his cheek when he draped himself across your back. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he told you, swaying you back and forth.

“Why do you always sleep with me?” you asked. “Wow that sounded bad. Let me rephrase that sentence. Why do you always sleep at my house? Aren’t your parents worried?”

“Nah, they know where I am, who I’m with. The only thing they said about it was, and I quote, ‘Just make sure to use protection, we don’t need a litter of grandbabies yet’, and I left it at that,” Kuroo said.

“Wow,” you muttered.

“Yeah,” Kuroo agreed.

You leaned back against him and sighed in contentment at the warmth he radiated.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your cheek.

“I love you too,” you told him. “Sugarwhiskers.”

He laughed and you smiled lazily at him. Six months really made a difference when you had your familiar.

Kuroo had boosted your magic energy, the shop was doing better than ever, you were getting more sleep, more hugs, and you were happier than you had ever been.

“Don’t start Kitten,” Kuroo warned you, his arms tightening around your waist.

You smiled at him, a smirk you had learned from him and said, “Or what?”

You couldn’t wait for his reaction. You liked the cat, but you loved the man so much more than that.

#tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #tetsuro kuroo x reader #fluff #witch au #witch!reader #familiar!kuroo #what is this?

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glitterytidalwavedragon · 4 years

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Seto Kaiba Relationship Head Cannons (Manga & Post DSOD Kaiba)

This is my head cannon for Manga Kaiba. The reason why I added DSOD is because the movie is meant to take place six months after the events of the manga. For those who haven’t read the manga you need to read it! The characters have such different dynamics and it is insane how much of it’s own story it is, the anime is definitely in an AU of it’s own. Fair warning, this one is a bit darker then my other two. This is ReaderxKaiba.

Teenage (before DSOD):

Kaiba is not one to hide what their thinking, unless it is related to some grand master plan of his, so the moment he feels even an ounce of something, it will be known.

Kaiba is also aware of teenage lust, desires and impulses, but doesn’t know how to handle them with anything but aggression.

When confronting you with his “feelings” expect to be cornered, alone, and there to be uncomfortably close physical contact. If Kaiba wants to touch you, he will, but he won’t assault you.

Kaiba wants you to want him. So he will make you very aware of his motives whenever you are near.

Kaiba will count you both in a relationship, of some weird (probably unheathy) kind once he tells you he plans to make you his.

This proves to be hell for Joey, who believes you deserve better. Kaiba will try, and often succeed, in ripping down Joey whenever he interferes.

Kaiba must prove he is the alpha male you need. It can get very overwhelming.

Then comes the second problem. Yugi is a very friendly soul, the Pharaoh is a friend you enjoy playing with. Kaiba will not approve of this by any means.

Kaiba will mistakenly think the Pharaoh is a rival in not only duel monsters, but in acquiring your affections. A duel over you or you becoming a prize in BC is of high likelihood if you have not accepted Kaiba’s feelings by this point.

But warned if you do accept Kaiba’s feelings, it is not an easy ride.

Kaiba will push to be physical right away. The boy craves affection of any kind and sex is made out to be the “ultimate way of proving love and affection”, he will need to be rejected. A lot.

Kaiba will not understand gifts, small tokens, surprises and acts of kindness you show him. In the beginning he would always buy something for you in turn, thinking you only did these things to get something.

Kaiba will also get extremely paranoid and angry if you cancel on him or delince to see him to hang out with another male, i.e. Joey and Yugi. You can expect him to make an appearance at some point.

Worse, Kaiba might send his little brother to spy on you during these events. Be kind to the boy, he will be a much needed ally later.

Side Note: Should you break up with Kaiba...Congratulations, you have a stalker that will take about a year of heartache and life destroying madness to be rid of. (He will never take you back).

It would take Yugi’s, Mokuba and You to get Kaiba use to TLC that doesn’t involve a bedroom. It is best to avoid sleeping with him at all cost before he understands you really do love him.

Kaiba knowing someone loves him will make him panic.

Kaiba will try to do anything to show you how much of a monster he is, even going so far as to give you the body count he racked up.

Kaiba is determined to prove he can’t be truly loved and reject all thoughts of it.

This is where the longest and hardest park of the relationship hits.

Kaiba will be afraid of physical affection at this point but, as long as you don’t care how many he may have murdered, ruined, or coaxed into self-harm, he won’t be to far from you.

Expect years of proving your love for him. Kaiba will also explain that you will be his only relationship he will ever have.

Kaiba really is all or nothing.

Adult Post DSOD:

Kaiba has become mild in his actions at this point. Somewhat.

Happen to be at his favorite, quiet bar, run by Yakaza, well Kaiba will buy your next drink. Accepting the drink will trigger Kaiba to come over.

Kaiba being a flirt is an understatement. The man is smoother than the scotch in his glass.

Kaiba is also a dick, as he will quote poetry or classic literature as a test. Should you point out at least 60% of his phrases correctly you will end up getting his number, fail...at least he left you in a nice hotel room.

Kaiba wants a brain, and is shockingly not shallow. Many people had underestimated him due to his age and appearance, and had to prove them wrong, so he waits to see the mind of the person.

Should you manage to keep his interest, expect gifts.

Kaiba will send very expensive gifts that boarder uncomfortable.

Kaiba still has many of his old insecurities, he will buy your interest if he has to.

Kaiba understands physical affection and sex are two different creatures that could be the same thing at times. You will need to be affectionate.

Kaiba shall declare you both in a relationship after at least three months of dating. This comes with a few problems.

Kaiba finds your car too old, gets you a new one but doesn’t tell you he has a tracker installed. Your phone? He already cracked it. Someone broke into your apartment? It was one of Kaiba’s goons installing cameras to ensure you’re not cheating.

Kaiba does not handle rejection well, should you freak out on him and belittle him expect him to become destructive...with your things being what is destroyed.

Kaiba’s temper, even in a relationship is to lash out at anything around him, dueling him when he’s upset will aid in getting him back to baseline. Also saves the furniture.

Kaiba is shockingly easy to tame if given the proper affection and emotional outlets. If dueling can’t be done, give the man food to chop, you’ll have the best diced vegetables you’ve ever seen. Knife a bad idea? Play a video game where he can shoot or beat the hell out of someone. Stuck in a car with nothing around for miles, lap dances can work to.

Kaiba can not handle tears, his solution is to throw things your way. Expect him to order you food or a stuffed BEWD.

Kaiba will go into self-loathing if he causes the tears, you have to pull him out of himself as he will avoid you and won’t keep eye-contact. Man freaks out over failure, making you cry means he failed at the relationship.

Kaiba is much easier to love, however, he will reveal his crazy, crazy and expect you not to flee or flinch. So when he comes home in blood and a hot gun, offer to burn his clothing and bury the weapon in a park somewhere. Just don’t ask questions.

Cuddling is a big part of showing Kaiba affection. Kaiba will NEVER ask to be cuddled, but should you put yourself in the position, he will accept it.

Communication is also off with Kaiba.

Kaiba will communicate with his eyes, a lot. It is the most expressive thing about him. His face can say nothing but his eyes tells all.

Kaiba is also a very tender lover when in a proper relationship. The man still expects nothing to last so during these moments he takes his sweet time to savor every moment.

Kaiba will have to be coaxed into marriage. Marriage comes with a lot of risk and trust. He would be content with being partners for life, it’s far less terrifying than a piece of paper.

Kaiba is loyal to a fault, he expects the same. Any male in your life needs to be introduced to him. Be ready with their name, relation, job and how long you knew them. You best be ready to cut off old boyfriends who are now friends.

Did we mention that Kaiba is possessive. Kaiba is possessive and will never let you get far enough where he can’t get you within minutes.

Hope you all enjoyed this! Manga Kaiba is such a beast of a man...still want him though. Ugh! Kaiba-Senpai! Such a beautiful man.

Find all my Kaiba fanfics HERE!

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xxmackenziexx · 3 years

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Chapter Eleven

Summary: Reader and Bucky deal with the aftermath of the kiss, and they reveal things to each other that could change things forever.

Warnings: brief mentions of catatonic-like state, swearing, pet names, feels...lots of feels. (This is a pretty tame chapter)

Word count: 3669(?)

A/N: So, I know it's been a while since I posted a new chapter and I'm really sorry, but I swear I have a good reason, Lol. I had to have literal life-saving emergency surgery 3 days after posting chapter ten. Like, had I not gone to the ER, I'd have been dead before morning, it was all pretty serious and scary. So I was dealing with that and then once I got home I was still in a great deal of pain, and the pain meds made me sleep a lot and when they didn't I was in no position to write, Lol. I had some complications and then my recovery ended up being extended a bit, but I'm okay now for the most part, still have a few pangs of pain from time to time and still can't move certain ways without triggering more pain but I can finally pick up my kids again and sleep in a bed so that's nice. Lol. So yea...sorry.

Kiss her.

He didn’t know why the thought popped into his head and he didn’t give it a second thought as he scooted closer to y/n on his knees, bringing them to either side of her body as he placed his trembling hands on her cheeks. He searched her eyes, swallowing hard before taking a shaky breath and committing, closing his eyes, and pressing his lips against hers.

Feeling the softness of y/n’s lips was something Bucky never thought he’d get to experience firsthand, and he truly hated that it was happening under these circumstances, but he was grasping for straws at this point, he was willing to try anything to get her to snap out of it, even if it was disgust and anger at him that finally brought her back, he’d take it. In a heartbeat. Her lips remained unmoving against his, and after what felt like hours but was truly only a few seconds, he pulled away from her, separating their lips but never moving far away. He was hoping that the shock of kissing her would do the trick but just his luck…no dice.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers as he whispered defeatedly “Doll, you gotta snap out of it. I’m here, you’re safe. I promise.”

Silence was all that answered him.

It dragged on and on, and he continued to hold her, never moving from his position near her as her body trembled like a leaf in the wind. The storm had slowed down now, it was no longer the torrential downpour it was, now barely more than a steady shower, the winds slowed but the sky above stayed dark and angry, threatening a resurgence.

As Bucky’s mind was racing with worry and concern, failing to conjure a solution that might help ease her back to the present, to him, y/n finally started to show signs of life. Her breathing became panicked, her chest rising and falling quickly, her eyes opened wide as she scanned everything around her in terror.

“Bucky?” She whispered distressingly.

He moved so she could more easily see his face as he stroked his hands over her head and onto her cheeks over and over in an attempt to soothe her, but in actuality, it was more for Bucky than y/n. “I’m here doll, I’m here.” He rushed, smiling at her, glad she was finally coming around.

She seemed to finally be there with Bucky instead of the self-induced dungeon of her fears when she finally locked eyes with Bucky in whatever dim light was available around them, and in an instant everything around them seemed to dissolve away, dust floating in the wind, nothing else in the world mattered the either of them as Bucky gazed into the same set of eyes he’s seen his whole life, never truly noticing just how captivating they were until recently and he regretted missing out on them this whole time.

Taking in a slow, shaky breath, y/n asked in barely more than a whisper “Did…did you kiss me, Buck?”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up; eyes wide as he attempted to find the right words to say to her.

“Um…uh…yea…” He took a moment to clear his throat before answering again. “Yea…I did y/n.”

He was met with silence once more, her face never betrayed her as she took in his response.

Panicking, Bucky tried to explain himself, “Look, you were out if it pretty bad…I-I was trying to-”

Bucky was never able to finish his doomed attempt at an explanation as y/n surged forward and placed her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her, slotting her lips against his. Now it was Bucky’s turn to freeze, shocked at the current turn of events, he stayed motionless right up to the moment she began to pull back. Fuck this, this is your chance, don’t let it slip away. He placed his hand to the back of her neck and gently pulled her back down to him and kissed her like he’s wanted to for so long now. Her lips were heaven on earth, soft and supple, a dream come true, a feeling he’d remember for the rest of his days. His other hand found a home on her right hip while the other stayed on the back of her neck, keeping her in place as he deepened the kiss, skating his tongue across her bottom lip, silently asking for entrance that she quickly granted as her hands moved to weave her fingers through his dark hair.

Bucky poured every emotion he couldn’t say into his kiss, hoping the message would get through. I love you. God, I love you so much y/n, he realized it was cliché, but he really did see the fireworks behind his eyelids that all those books y/n read talked about, his heart had never been so happy than in this moment with her. He could see everything he didn’t know he even wanted, he could see it now, with her, could see their life played out in front of him and his heart ached with want, he’s never wanted anything more. This was more than physical desire, it was love, a deep life-long love that he knew would change him forever.

After a few pivotal minutes, the heated moment came to an end, much to their shared dismay, they pulled back just enough to rest their foreheads together, eyes still closed, chests heaving and hearts hammering as the lights finally came back on, making them both jump, cringing at the sudden brightness that seemed to shatter the intimate bubble they were in. There was a nervous tension in the air, both of them realizing the magnitude of what just occurred and what it meant as they reluctantly opened their eyes.

Y/n was the one to take charge and say something first, “Bucky…we should talk.” He didn’t say anything, only nodding his head in agreement, knowing they did need to have that discussion, but dreading it, all the same, it could make or break everything between them and Bucky wasn’t sure what he wanted more; the chance to be with y/n and risk their lifelong friendship or not risk it and just keep things the way they were, as much as it would kill him.

As you looked up into the striking blue eyes of the boy who held your heart, your best friend, you knew it was time, it was time to tell him the truth. By delaying the inevitable, you were lying to him and to yourself and it was slowly driving you insane.

“Bucky…we should talk.” He didn’t say anything, only nodding his head in response.

You didn’t want to go outside into the rain, even though it wasn’t as ominous as before, it still wasn’t sunshine and rainbows and that set you even further on edge than you already were given the current state of things you found yourself in, but you and Bucky couldn’t have this talk in the middle of your school where anyone could overhear.

Mentally on the same page as usual, both of you ran towards Bucky’s truck without having to discuss it as you exited the building, he got there a hair before you and unlocked the doors, turning over the engine and blasting the heat on high as you both settled into your seats nervously, shaking the rain from your shoulders.

Peering out of the window in an attempt to avoid the awkwardness, you took in the rain still falling just on the other side of the glass, it covered the windows of the truck in sheets, making it impossible to discern anything beyond the inside of the cab, it was almost as if you and Bucky had been transported to a secluded cave behind a waterfall, it was beautiful and terrifying.

“You look beautiful y/n.” Bucky said, breaking your reverie.

You looked down and smiled, feeling yourself blush at his compliment, you don’t think you’ve ever heard Bucky call you beautiful and it made your insides warm and fuzzy, a feeling you noticed he brought forth more and more these days.

Turning to look at the man of the hour, you noticed the way he was gazing at you and it almost stopped your heart. There was so much love and admiration across his face, it felt like a strange mix of unnatural and something completely normal from him.

“Thank you Buck, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You replied honestly, the way his wet hair, now even darker from the rain, clung to his face, framed his blue eyes perfectly, the contrast between the dark and the light blue of his eyes made them almost impossible to look away from.

He smiled in return, “Thanks doll.”

You didn’t really know where to go from here, but you knew you needed to have this discussion with Bucky, too many things had happened, too many things had seemed to change and both of you needed to clear the air and figure things out. As much as your rational brain knew this needed to happen, your heart was trying to sway your decision. Don’t do this, you know addressing the elephant in the room could be catastrophic. Things are fine, chill dude.

You sighed, your inner turmoil making you even more frustrated when Bucky cleared his throat nervously, and when you looked at him, he had his hands in his lap and he was looking down at them. He was feeling the tension too, and you decided to just get this over with.

“We should probably -”

“I know this is-”

You and Bucky chuckled as you spoke over each other, both of you starting at the same time. He raised his hand at you, giving you the go-ahead.

“Okay Buck…I…I want to start off by saying that-that you mean the world to me, I couldn’t imagine living in a world where we weren’t best friends anymore. With that being said…something has definitely changed…the dynamic of our friendship has shifted, and I know where I stand on things but-but I don’t really know where your head is at about all of this. I’m not sure if all the…whatever you’ve been doing is to…to make fun of me or-“

“What? No, of course not y/n.” Bucky sat up straighter to correct you, “I’m so sorry I made you think that, really. I...I don’t really understand a lot of why I acted the way I did…or well…I didn’t at first…but I’m pretty sure I do now.”

He stopped but held a finger in the air, signaling for you to give him a minute and you nodded as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he looked back up at you, you were blown away by his revelation.

“I love you y/n…I am in love with you y/n. I don’t know why things changed but I know the exact moment they did, and I just…I haven’t been the same since and I can’t stop thinking about you. At first, I thought it was just...ya know…that I was horny or whatever but that’s...that’s not the case. I mean...you definitely do that for me…er…what I meant was that I am physically….umm…”

He stopped himself, sighing and shaking his head, disappointed with himself.

Hearing those words from Bucky was bittersweet, it seemed like he felt the exact same way you did. He loved you...Bucky was in love with you too. Your world was shattering and rebuilding itself over and over as his words kept replaying in your head. I love you y/n…I am in love with you y/n. I love you y/n…I am in love with you y/n. I love you y/n…I am in love with you y/n.

Bucky loved you.

Your best friend is in love with you.

You loved Bucky.

You were in love with your best friend.

The notion filled your chest with a warmth like never before, you didn’t realize it, but tears began to spring in your eyes, and you couldn’t stop smiling.

“Hey,” Bucky said as he made his way over to you, putting his hands on your cheeks to wipe your tears away, “Don’t cry doll, what’s wrong?”

You laughed at yourself as you looked up at him, putting your hand on his cheek to caress him and he leaned into your palm, enjoying the contact.

“Nothing’s wrong Buck…I just…I feel the same way. I love you too, I’m in love with you too. I tried so hard to ignore it and fight it, but it all became very clear to me the day of the football game that what I feel for you was more than friendship. And I was so angry, at myself and even you a little because I blamed you for no good reason, I was also a little guilty because I thought I was unintentionally ruining our friendship with my feelings for you. But…I love you too…I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said finally, still gazing into the galaxy of his eyes as his face became alight with happiness.

“Don’t,” he shook his head, “don’t feel guilty, don’t be angry doll.” He said softly before he leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your lips, and you kissed him back, but it wasn’t rushed or hungry like before, it was soft and simple and…romantic, a simple expression of your love for each other and at the end, you separated and just smiled at each other stupidly for what seemed like forever.

“So, what are we gonna do about this, huh, doll?” He asked sweetly, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

With a sigh, you separated from him, “Well, that’s what we need to talk about I guess, given the circumstances.” You shrugged.

“You’re right, we do need to figure out how far we’re gonna take this…if we’re gonna take this anywhere. And y/n, I don’t want you to think you have to do any of this or anything for my sake, I want you to be honest with me about what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not because I care too much about you and your feelings. I don’t want you doing that, m’kay? I know what I want outta this, but you need to tell me what you want or figure out what you want if you haven’t already, yea?”

You were a little shocked at the…maturity Bucky was displaying about this whole thing, it’s something you hadn’t expected going into this. Not that you expected him to act childish in any way, but he was being very level-headed, and it helped calm your nerves a great deal.

“Gee Buck, when did you become the grown-up one?” You quipped.

He laughed with you and shrugged, “I dunno doll, all I know is I don’t wanna mess this up. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I-I just don’t wanna fuck this up, you’re too important to me.”

“Saying stuff like that is not making it any easier to figure out the jumbled mess in my brain right now,” you said quickly, laughing under your breath at the end.

“M’sorry doll, I just gotta be honest with you, now that I finally can.”

“I know Bucky, and I really appreciate how mature you’re being about all of this, really. This is…uncharted waters for us and I don’t think either one of us really knows what to do next. Well, I mean, there’s the obvious but we have to consider the extent of things before we rush into something like that, being a couple, I mean…and everything associated with that. So much would change but at the same time, I feel like it would be just like old times. I want to…I want to be with you, I do. My biggest worry is that once we cross that bridge, we can’t take it back, and if things end up not working out two weeks later or-or two years later, I just…I worry about losing my friend in the rubble of our failed relationship. Your friendship means more to me than anything else, and I’ve already said that I have a hard time imagining a future without you in it. Does that make any sense?” You said after what felt like an eternity, you struggled with finding the right words, but you felt like you got the message across regardless, or at least you hoped so.

Bucky didn’t say anything at first, it was almost like he was taking what you said and really listening and thinking about his response before he voiced it, which is another thing you never thought you’d witness, Bucky usually had no filter, and it was strange to see him mulling over everything in his mind in front of you. But you were thankful for it, if there ever a time for him to surprise you with doing that, now was it. You hoped he wasn’t offended or upset with what you said, you just wanted to explain what your biggest issues were if y’all decided to make that jump. You still weren’t sure if you wanted to take that risk, but it was an enticing notion, one you couldn’t stop thinking about, being with Bucky. It was exhilarating to think about, what would it be like? What would your parents say, would they be happy, or would they disapprove? What would everyone at school think about it, everyone always thought there was more going on and this would just add fuel to the fire… what about what happens after graduation….

“I think I know what you’re trying to say y/n. You’re apprehensive to risk our friendship on a relationship that may not work out in the end, right? I-I am too. It makes total sense, and if we decide to take that chance, we can go slow if you want, make an easy transition from what we have now to what we can have...to what we can be. I want to take that jump, with you. But you need to decide if that’s what you want too.”

Again, his thorough and methodical response floored you, it was blowing your mind, and you realized it was a very attractive look on him. Not that he was a complete mess before, he had his moments, but seeing him take such an approach to this was very endearing.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m worried about. And yea, you’re right…I need to figure out if that’s what I want too. But that- that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you Buck, I do, I really really do, I just…I need some time, I guess. To figure it all out. Is that okay?”

Bucky scooped you into a bear hug, not squeezing too tightly but wrapping his arms all around you and resting his cheek on the top of your head, “Yea doll, that’s completely fine, you need time to process. I get it. M’not mad or upset. Promise. Just...don’t leave me hanging too long, yea?” He pulled away from you, keeping his hands on your shoulders, and smiled down at you.

You smiled back up at his beautiful face and nodded, agreeing to not make him wait too long for some type of answer, one way or the other. Part of you wanted to kiss him again before you got out of his truck but you decided against it, you didn’t want to give him mixed signals, you needed to try to stay as impartial as you could and not lead him on and give him the wrong message in case you decided not to go forward with a relationship with him, so you gave him another quick hug and a peck on the cheek, saying your goodbyes before you opened the door and stepped out of the cab of his truck and quickly made your way to your own vehicle a few spaces away.

The rain had stayed fairly constant, never really going away nor getting any worse, during your conversation with Bucky, so you got soaked all over again as you ran to your truck, and you hated it. You hated being wet and cold, so you turned on the heater and the seat warmer once you started the engine. You sat there for a bit to try and warm up, shivering, before you turned on the wipers, put your truck into gear and backed up out of your spot, and made your way onto the main road, all the while the boy next door on your mind.

Watching y/n run through the rain to her truck and getting in, Bucky couldn’t stop the happy laughter that escaped him, he was elated hearing she felt the same way as him, he never thought he’d get so lucky. He did his best to stay calm and not overwhelm her with everything he wanted to say, and he was immensely satisfied with himself, he could even tell she was impressed by how well he handled everything too, and that caused pride to swell in his chest, knowing he made her proud of him.

Shaking his head, he turned on his wipers and began the process of making his way out of the parking lot and towards home, still over the moon that the girl he loved, loved him back. He hoped more than anything she would agree to be with him, but he decided that if she didn’t want to move from friendship to a relationship, he’d do his best to respect her wishes, not wanting to risk their sacred friendship over getting rejected.

She loved him.

His best friend was in love with him.

He loved y/n.

He was in love with his best friend.

He finally told her, and now, they had a real shot of being together, and that made him happier than he’s ever been, he couldn’t stop smiling.

She loves me too, y/n loves me…

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gone-daddy-gone · 4 years

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Pairing: You x Yandere! Sugar daddy! Oikawa

Word Count: 1,276

Rating: Mature. Dark themes.

Summary: You are a Latix woman living in Argentina, with you sugar daddy Oikowa. However you start to get a little too comfortable with your source of income ignorance. You decide to confide in your new best friend.

A/N: Tumblr deleted this post???

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“He’s out of his fucking mind if he thinks I really love him.”

She looked at you, a bit taken back, hesitant, leaning on fearful to speak. “Should you really be talking like that in his house?”

“Oh, he’s not home! Besides what’s he gonna do, spike a ball in my face?” You cast a cocky chuckle your new best friend's way.

“Why do you stay with him then? Is it the sex?”

“HA! As if I would ever let him hit it. This dude's such a simp he lets me live here rent free and I don’t do shit, I don’t do anything!”

She gave you an inquisitive look, more confused than she was before. “How do you pull it off?”

You stood there, looking into yourself and what about you it could possibly be that drives him wild.

“He has this whole, “I get what I want, whenever I want however I want type of persona.” You paused for some dramatic effect before continuing your psychoanalysis of your sugar daddy. “So when he doesn’t get what he wants, it just, I don't know, takes over him? He just can’t stand the thought of losing, or not getting what he wants. He is such a fucking narcasist! God he really thinks he can “tame” me or whatever that means, probably some fuckin fetish he has for latinas honestly.” You went to put your hand on your forehead and give it a small rub. “And on top of his ugly personality, he’s so stupid, I mean a four year old can clearly see that I’m using him. All his teammates can see it, I see them texting him everyday about how he’s an idiot for not seeing what I’m doing. Not to mention I’m seeing a guy from one of his opposing teams…” You sort of mumbled the last part.

Your friend was now standing there, dumbfounded over everything you just relayed to her. She took a moment to think about her next question, debating if it was going to set you off on another tangent. “So you don’t feel bad for...doing what you’re doing?”

“Absolutely not...he only wants to fuck me anyways, doesn’t give a shit about me. If he found some other latinx girl here that looked and had exactly what I have, and more willing to give it up to boot? It would be over for me.” Ending the statement with a sigh, you handed your bestie a cup of tea she had been waiting for you to hand her.

“So when is he home?” She inquired before letting the mug meet her lips.

“Shouldn’t be too long now, why are you scared the owner of the house is gonna be mad that you’re talking to his property?” You replied smugly, striding past her making your way into the living room. All she did was chuckle and shake her head at your nonshalontnes.

“I just...I don't know I've heard some things about him…”

You turned your back ever so slightly, so you met her eyes from just the corner of yours. “What do you mean you’ve heard some things?”

“Just that he’s a rather jealous person...has a temper...can get violent sometimes-”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, before moving your back to face her again. “Oh please.”

“Listen to me, I am serious ok!” You turned your gaze to her again trying your best to not look dismissive or discouraging. “He had a girl before you...one that looked a lot like you might I add.” You scrunched up your face. “I think she did actually care for the guy...but rumor has it she cheated on him and after that...he went batshit insane…I’m talkin throwing things, yelling, screaming and then just nothing.” You took a slow sip from your cup to signal for her to keep going. “No one heard from her, no one saw her after that it was like she just up and…disappeared.”

“Maybe she was just sick of Oikawa? I mean he does get to be pretty exhausting sometimes. And after a fight like you described? I would up and leave his ass too.”

She just chuckled at your ignorance. “You’re not listening! She didn’t just leave, ok? She disappeared. Didn’t leave a note, didn’t tell any of her friends or family she just was gone.”

“Ok so, if you’re implying what I think you’re implying then why wasn’t Oikawa arrested? Why did no one suspect him?”

“Oikawa is a charming man...I don’t know how he did it but he has everyone here including you fooled.”

You gave her an apathetic look before speaking. “Listen, I know you mean the best, but I’m fine, really I am. He would never hurt me, as...strange as he is.”

“I really do wish you would be more careful...Maybe stop seeing that guy from the other team?” She smiled at you, hoping you would agree with her. Unfortunately for you, you were as stubborn as you were the day you stayed in the womb for ten extra hours.

“Oh absolutely not, I’m still going to see him. In his house of all places.” She stared at you before giving you a deep sigh, moving to open her mouth.

“So what should we watch?” You said with a smile. She rolled her eyes one more time before responding. “Let's check Netflix.”

The camera had caught that conversation, the camera had caught every single thing you did. From going to the kitchen to make a sandwich to making your way into the bathroom to shower. You of course were oblivious to the lenses that plagued your ignorant mind everyday. Oikawa had them installed after he had his last girlfriend, he realized that he couldn’t trust anyone to be faithful. And you had proved him right. You admitted to everything right in his own home, all because you thought you can trust someone who was basically a stranger. It was a real shame, you were so beautiful and kind, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. But it had to now, he was going to have to teach you a lesson. Maybe not as harsh of a lesson as the last time...the last time he went a little bit overboard. He didn’t mean to! At Least that’s what he told himself: Who could really blame the guy after all? To walk in on someone you love, and who you think loves you, in the arms of another man. He let his temper run wild for sure, maybe after the third time of bashing his head into the ground and hearing that crack, maybe then he should have realized he needed to stop. Maybe it was when she was crying, screaming and begging for him to let her go, that she’ll make it up to him. Who knows really, it was far too late for second guesses and apologies now. Now was the time for you, it was time for you to learn your lesson. A lesson that he should have taught you long ago. Maybe he was too lenient with you? Let you go too long without realizing who you belong to, that he was going to, and was entitled to all of you. Just him. Only him.

“Hey! Oikawa! We need your attention here!” He jolted the gaze from his phone where you and your new friend were seated in full view. “Right of course!” He said with a clench of his jaw before putting his phone down and halfway jogging to the court.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No...there isn’t, just something I need to take care of once we’re done here and I’m back home.”

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buildmeafairytale · 4 years

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Female Werewolf Reader X Female Human

Hi everyone! So it’s been a little while since I’ve posted a story and I figured it was due time! Summer classes have been insane (but almost over, send good vibes) and I finally made time to finish up this request for a werewolf girlfriend. Enjoy!

It is the start of a new school year, and I am excited to meet the sweet little cherubs that will grace my classroom. I’m also excited to meet the parents, but I have a feeling I’ll know most of them already. It’s a very small town and most everyone knows each other, and a lot of the people I had gone to school with myself are having kids.

First days are always hectic, and this is no exception. The day went by somewhat normally though, until the school wide assembly. The school was a large campus, and went all the way from pre-K to grade twelve, the buildings kept a bit apart. I had my kids walk over to the auditorium, where I caught the most heavenly scent in the air. I tried to inhale a bit more and trace the scent, almost frenzied with it, but I couldn’t lose sight of the kids. Most of them were pups themselves and wouldn’t be too put off with me sniffing the air, but I didn’t want to look ridiculous to those few who were human.

I just hoped that whatever the origin of the scent was would be in the auditorium, or that I would be able to slip out and trace it. I stopped my class right outside the doors and gave them a reminder.

“Okay class! So what do we do in the auditorium?” I call on Sara, a little girl who always has her hand up.

“We don’t talk and we raise our hands if we need you for anything!” She yells out, excited to know the answer. I give her a thumbs up.

“Yes class! We stay quiet in there, and if you’re the most quiet class you all get a treat when we get back to class!” I tell them, and get a little army of ‘yays’ and other excited responses in return. I smile, not my phoney teacher smile but one of excitement. I think I am going to have a fun year working with these students. We file into the auditorium, and the elementary, middle, and high schools are all kept on different sides. The kindergarten classes are placed in between older students, so they can serve as a good example. I stand next to my kids, and make small talk with a few of the other teachers.

I catch the scent again, stronger now, and I look around trying to trace it. The superintendent starts to speak, but I can’t concentrate on him. Nothing he is saying is important to me anyway, the topics of the assembly already covered for the staff. He then goes to introduce the new assistant coach to the High School’s football team, and if I was a lesser woman and shifter, I would have changed right then. Her name is Megan Flynn, and she graduated from a large university where she helped coach and manage the football team. She has dirty blonde hair to the top of her chest, and looms over the superintendent by a half a foot, who already dwarfs me in size. She is in the Talon Valley colors of green and silver, and the warm up all the football coaches are given clings to her in all the right places. She is well muscled and I am overcome with images of what she could do to me with arms like that.

I feel my jaw going slack, and my heart starts to race. As I look at her and isolate her scent, I know that I have chosen her. The wolf within me has set her eyes on her mate, and a low rumble leaves me. The children do not notice, but a few other staff members who are wolves do, the teacher beside me nudging me and giving me an odd look. I turn to look at her and tell her sorry, but when she catches my gaze she knows what I am experiencing. She had found her mate years prior and knows this look well. She congratulates me, and I can barely breath. Megan is also going to be working in my building, in the IT department. I can already feel the wheels turning in my head.

I’ve always been especially illiterate with computers. Not ridiculously so, compared to the older teachers, but definitely at the lower end of the spectrum for my generation. Me calling IT would not be out of place at all, and I always had trouble setting things up at the beginning of the year. Hopefully she would have time to settle in, and then we can meet. I hate to feel so meddlesome, but this is tame for me at the moment. If I wasn’t holding back, I would have transformed and thrown her over my shoulder in the middle of the whole school district.

I spend the time here memorizing her face, and the superintendent gives her the microphone to introduce herself. I look on starry eyed as she tells everyone how excited she is to work with them, and as she looks around we lock eyes, only for a moment. It is all I need, I know she is meant to be mine.

She is human, though, that much is clear. She does not know the secrets of this town, so I have to tread carefully. I already feel my skin bristling at the thought of hiding this from her, but there are rules and traditions, and I will not reveal myself to her until I am confident she will not tell others. Many of the humans who live here know the truth, but the town is good about keeping things quiet. I have so many thoughts running through my mind, will she like me? Does she like women? Will she be disgusted by who I really am? I try to calm myself though, if she is truly meant to be my mate then everything should be okay. I hope that the universe would not be so cruel to let me find such a good mate only for them to not be interested at all.

The assembly goes by and I am on edge; I wonder how long it will take for this feeling to go away. I persist, though, and manage to corral the kids back into the room. The rest of the day goes by smoothly, and soon enough I am at home with a glass of wine. I have my tablet in hand, and I may or may not be looking at my potential mate’s social media. Or lack thereof, I suppose. All she has is a facebook that is reserved for not much more than people telling her happy birthday. But hey, at least now I know when her birthday is. It is a stark difference from my frequently updated instagram, twitter, and facebook. I sigh and push away my tablet, and my kitten Rumi jumps onto my coffee table, nudging himself into my palm. I can’t help but let a fond smile take over my face, glad he took a break from his bird watching to give me some attention.

The next week is filled with me getting to know my students and introducing them to the material, and while I have a few tech problems, I’m more nervous than I thought I would be about calling Megan to my classroom. Everytime I want to call her, I get scared and busy myself. I can only avoid this so long, and one day at lunch she comes in and introduces herself to everyone. I feel like an idiot when she looks at me, and when she shakes my hand I somehow manage to get an appropriate greeting out. Some of the other werewolf staff members are hiding their snickers and grins behind hands and coffee mugs, finding my situation amusing. At least they know who she is to me, and they won’t attempt to move in on my territory.

I try to shake myself out of these possessive thoughts and make subtle conversation with Megan. She has the most striking blue eyes I have ever seen, though, and I have trouble focusing. I try so hard to remember everything about her. She takes her coffee black, which I find hot for some reason. She’s friendly and sits by me, and I ask her how she’s liked coaching so far. At this she lights up, and starts to get excited.

“Oh, it’s been so great! I think the boys are gonna do really well this year too. The first game is Friday, hopefully you’ll be there!” She beams at me, and at that moment she could have asked anything of me.

“I wouldn’t miss it!” I reply, trying to sound just the right amount of eager. A few more snickers from my colleagues tell me that I may have over done it, but I don’t care. I’m going to start my plan tomorrow.

Of course, I really do have an IT problem and need to call her. I get nervous again and try to solve the problem myself, but when I see how restless my students are getting I put in a request for IT and help them start a different activity. She arrives quickly, and gets to work on my crashing computer. She bends over to adjust the cords, and I quickly avert my eyes so I don’t drool over her thick ass in front of 20 kindergarteners.

“Oh wow, they have you hooked up to a really old system, no wonder this keeps crashing on you. Let me upgrade this for you, we have a ton in the IT department. It might take me a little while, though. Is that alright?” She is kneeling on the floor, pulling cords and removing equipment while she says this, and I quickly agree.

“Sure, that sounds good! Recess and lunch are coming up anyway, so if you don’t mind working through recess I can get us lunch?” I ask her, feeling as if my heart is beating in my mouth.

“You don’t have to get me lunch, it’s literally my job to fix this,” she teases at me, but my instinct is to provide for my mate, and I feel as though lunch will be a good way to spend more time with her.

“I was going to order some food anyway, any preference?” I ask her, moving over to get my phone and place an order. She tells me what she wants and I order it for us, a smile on my face.

Megan goes to get the computer parts she mentions, but before she leaves one of my students pulls on her hand, and tells her he needs to tell her a secret. Had I been human, I would not have been able to hear him, but I do. He pulls Megan down, and I am mortified.

“Ms. Flynn, my mommy told me that Ms. Hallaway thinks you're cute,” he whispered, then erupts into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, is that right?” I hear her whisper back, watching him nod before he walks away. Megan’s face turns bright red, and she has a small smile on her lips. I feel my face turning red, too, so I turn away and busy myself so she doesn’t see. I hope she isn’t scared away now, but that didn’t seem like too bad of a response.

She leaves and I take the kids out for recess, grabbing our delivery food on the way back in. I sit our food down but then I hear her a crash outside of the room. I know it is Megan before I see her, and she’s fumbling with a bunch of equipment stacked so high in her arms thatI can't see her face.

“What are you doing?” I scold her good naturedly, and come to try to take some of the parts out of her arms.

“Wait, I got it! It’s heavy, be careful!” she says to me, but I have already taken more than half of the equipment for her. I can tell she is confused at how I can carry all of this, but I just shrug.

“Don’t look so surprised, I work out,” I tell her, smiling at the fact she can see where she is going now.

She smiles back, and conversation flows easily throughout our lunch. She talks about her new house, and I know just the one she is talking about. It isn’t far from mine at all, and she tells me that once she unpacks she would love to have me over. The next day I come in for a coffee and note on my desk.

“Thanks for lunch, hope this brightens your morning!” -Megan

This is sweet and surprising, but I don’t want to let myself take it the wrong way. I don’t want to get my hopes up and think she’s courting me back, but the werewolf cavewomen part of my brain is jumping to all kinds of conclusions. I don’t want to just be her friend, I want to be much more than that with her.

The courting started out innocently enough, really. I would bring her coffee, or other little snacks I knew she liked and would just conveniently have extra of. I became her friend fast, and while I haven’t gotten to the next step of the courting process, I don’t know if it’s time yet. I want nothing more than to patrol her property in my other form, to brush against bushes and trees and leave my scent to warn all others away, but I want her to know my intentions first. I want her to know what I am, and want me back the way I want her.

On Friday, Megan stops into my room. Football is a big deal at Talon Valley, and now that all the little ones know she is a coach they get very excited. They’re all in the silver and green colors, and she takes her time to give high fives and say hi to them all before coming over to me, and nodding for me to meet her in the hall. She pulls something from behind her back, and hands me a bag.

“So you’ve been here a while and I know you probably have plenty to wear to the game, but I thought that you might wear this and rep me in the stands,” she tells me, tugging on her hair and a hopeful smile on her face. When I open up the cute bag, also decked out in school colors, I see one of her coaching jerseys. I let out an excited squeak, and hold it up. It will be huge on me, and I can’t wait to be wrapped up in her jersey, her name on the back and her scent clinging to it.

“Oh my gosh yes! This is so sweet, of course I’ll wear it!” I tell her, already pulling it over the Talon High tee-shirt I have on. She turns an even darker shade of red, and I don’t bother resisting the urge to hug her. She hugs me back, and if she wasn’t holding on I would have swooned like some 16th century maiden in her thick arms. I can feel her heart racing, and I’m sure mine matches.

By the time the football game rolled around I was itching to see her coach. I thought about how assertive she would be, and I felt myself get excited at the prospect of seeing her in her element. I’m in her jersey, with little green and silver glitter stripes under my eyes. I’m in the front section of the student section along with a handful of other teachers, and the players run out onto the field. I lose myself in the hype of it all, and I’m cheering with my friends, waving at Megan down on the field when she spots me. I didn’t do these kinds of things in high school much, and it’s fun to be able to enjoy them now. She’s a great coach, and when I see her get fired up and celebrate with the boys, I just smile. We won the game, and there are plans for a big celebration after. I’m not big on parties though, and the only one I would be interested in seeing is Megan. I don’t want to bother her when there are plenty of other people who want to talk to her, though, so I start to head to my car.

I’m getting out my keys when I hear Megan call out for me. “Hey! You’re headed to coach Mather’s right? I can drive us if you want!” She jogs up to me with a grin, and I couldn’t possibly go home now.

“Sure, that sounds good! And good job out there, you guys did great!” I tell her, all plans of an early night gone. She loops her arm around one of mine, so casually and familiar, and leads us to her truck.

“I know right! I’m so stoked we won! And they let me make so many calls about who to pull and switch around, and I put Dion in to start and he really proved himself!” She talks through this while giving me a boost into her truck that has my cheeks flushing, her hands so big around my waist.

“Oh crap, I forgot I have to feed my kitten! I knew I was forgetting something.”

“No problem, we can stop at yours on the way?” She offers up a solution, and I feel bad for being a annoyance.

“I’m sorry, yeah that would work,” I tell her, not wanting to ruin her plans but knowing I need to feed Rumi.

“Not a problem at all, just tell me where to go,” she sends another heart stopping smile my way, and luckily my house is on the way, too. We stop in, and Rumi comes up to say hello, yelling at Megan and I for attention.

“Aw he looks like a little toasted marshmallow, don’t you sweetheart?” Megan peers down at Rumi, and I think my heart might burst. She fawns over him while I feed him, and a calmness comes over me from seeing my intended mate cozy in my home.

I hear her come closer as I’m getting things ready to leave, and her hands are on either side of me, planted on the counter top. My heart is racing, and on every inhale I can smell her, so sweet that I feel dizzy. She leans in and I feel her breath brushing against my ear.

“Hi,” she whispers, and I reply the same, my voice cracking.

“Tell me I haven’t been reading this wrong, sweetheart?” She asks me, and a hand brushes the hair away from the back of my neck

“You haven’t been,” I reply, breathless and tilting my head more to the side. The first brush of her lips against my neck has me digging my hands into the counter. The full moon is only in a few days, and it takes so much of my control to not let a hair shift out of place.

“Good,” she tells me, turning my head to meet her lips. The kiss is sweet and soft, yet I’m breathing like I’ve run a mile. We share syrupy grins, and we head back out to go to the party. This time, when she boosts me into the truck she lets her hands linger. I feel like a teenager again, going to a party after a football game dressed up in my crush’s jersey. It’s a good feeling, and it’s a fun night spent with her by my side, everyone celebrating her success and good judgement. We snuggle up by the bonfire and drink and bullshit with the other coaches. When she drops me off late at night, she asks when we can do this again. I try not to seem too eager, but I can’t help it. I invite her over for dinner the next night, and she kisses me goodbye with a promise to bring desert.

After the shared kiss and the semi date we went on, I feel guilty. I feel as though I am lying to her about what I am, and this was all under false pretenses. The horrible little voice in my head is hard to ignore, and I decide that after dinner I will tell her. The idea of laying everything out in the open like that scares me, but it needs to be done.

I make a big dinner and throw myself into cooking and cleaning up before she comes. I spend the hour before she gets here getting ready, trying to look my best for her. The table is set and everything is perfect when she rings the doorbell. Opening it, I see that she brought flowers and chocolate cake from my favorite bakery. Dinner goes well, but I know she can tell I’m nervous and I’m ready to just rip the band-aid off. I don’t want to scare her, though.

“I think I need to tell you something,“ I whisper, wringing my hands out in front of me and my eyes cast down.

“Sweetheart, I don’t like how upset you look. What’s wrong?” she asks, her warm hand titling up my chin to look at her.

“I’m not - this town isn’t -” I take a deep breath and stop myself, her hands starting to run up and down my arms. I go to try to speak again, but she shushes me.

“Baby, if this is about the whole werewolf thing and living in a town full of supernatural creatures, I already know,” she tells me, concern and compassion lacing her voice, still attempting to sooth me.

My eyes go wide and I feel my jaw go slack. Someone else in the town, one of the elders, must have already filled her in. That was the tradition when a newcomer was becoming permanent and trusted in the town, one of the elders or council members would tell them a bit of the history and secrets of the town. They must have done this quickly after finding out she was my mate.

My brain is still trying to catch up to what is going on when she leads me over to the love seat, draping me across her lap with an arm wrapped around my waist.

“What?” I ask her, “You know...about me?” I ask her dumbly, and she just nods, her other hand in my hair.

“I’m coaching hormonal teenage boys all day, some of which happen to be werewolves. Some of them something else, still not sure what the fuck that kid Matt is,” she shrugs. “I was clued into it pretty early, and then the old lady next door kinda filled in some of the gaps for me.” She explains this to me so calmly, and I feel so much of the anxiety I have been harboring leave my body.

“You aren’t mad?” I ask her, still seeking reassurance.

“No, how could I be mad? It took me a minute to figure out you were one too, but I noticed a few things and Moira is a gossiping old bitty and ruined the surprise. Something about mates and courting that sounded an awful lot like the sweet teacher bringing me coffee and sweets,” she jests, still maintaining a smile.

“Can I ask a question, though?” she asks, and I nod.

“Anything,” I tell her, hoping it won’t be a deal breaker.

“Coach Ben is the hairiest man I’ve ever seen, he’s something, right?” I can’t hold it in anymore, and burst out in giggles, the tension in my chest finally giving way completely.

“Nope, just a hairy guy,” I confirm, happy she is taking this so well.

“So we’re good then? You really want me to be your mate?” A hint of doubt clouds her words, one that I quickly assuage with my eager nod and heated look. She pulls me into a kiss by the collar of my shirt, aggressive and dominant and everything I want from her. Soon the buttons are undone, and she gives a groan when the lace of my bralette peeks out, bending down to kiss the straps out of the way. We stumble our way through the house, a trail of clothing left behind us. She falls onto my bed and encourages me to join her.

She kisses me again, hands wrapped around my face. I cannot help the whining sounds leaving me, and as she pulls me onto her legs I start to shift. I’m trying to stop it from happening, knowing she is attracted to me as a human is enough. She accepts the wolf in me, but I am unsure if she will still want me in this way when I turn. She must sense my struggle, though, and kisses me harder. This is when I smell her, the want coming off of her only increasing when her tongue brushes against my growing canines. I cannot stop it any longer. My ears grow and pull back away from my face, my mouth and jaw elongate, and hair turns to fur and covers my body. I feel bones snapping and rearranging, and muscle clumping up in different spots. The change is like breathing for me, and when I look down Megan is mesmerized. I am only slightly bigger this way, and I still feel small in her arms.

I bend down and rub the side of my face against her’s, then her neck and chest. I lose myself in scenting her, and it’s only when I hear a breathy laugh that I pull back. Her face is flushed and she has an amused smile on her face.

“Need me to smell like you honey?” She coos at me, and I nod and let out a whine, hips rolling over hers from where I am seated.

“How else is everyone supposed to know you’re my mate?” I speak into her ear, letting a growl rumble out. A choked out sound escapes her and her hands reach for my hips. She pulls them towards her and flexes her thigh under my core. I let my teeth graze her ear as my clawed hands find her breasts, pulling and tweaking them. Her thigh is slick from my pussy, and my knee brushes against hers on every thrust of my hips. I want to taste her, but as I go to move she pulls me up to straddle her face, the movement so effortless for her that the display of strength has a moan leaving my mouth. This is followed by another when she licks a broad stripe up to my clit, swirling her tongue around it.

I’m mewling and gyrating my hips as she feasts on me, my hands hanging onto the headboard. Megan locks her arms around my thighs and pulls me down harder onto her mouth, and I feel my core start to tighten. A litany of moans and ‘don’t stops’ fall out of my lips as my climax overtakes me. I twitch and jerk above her before going limp, and with a final stroke of her tongue against my clit, she sets me down as if I am a doll instead of the clawed, muscled beast I currently am. She bestows gentle kisses upon me, covering my chest, collarbones, and working her way up to my muzzle.

“You look smug.” I tell her with a smile, finally getting my breath back.

“Hmm do I? Seems like I have a good reason,” she teases back.

I growl at her and flip her back to her back, a hand on each side of her head. “I think I could fix that,” I tell her, and proceed to move down her body. I open up my wide jaw, and lave my tongue over her, drinking her in. I’m mindful of my claws pressing into her skin, but the thoughts of my marks decorating her excites me. My tongue enters her, thick and pressing against her walls, and I look up at her, our eyes locking. She looks back at me, and deep moans are leaving her. Heaving breaths force her chest up and down, and I feel as though I’m seeing stars all over again when she comes apart for me, her hips pushing further into my widened jaws. I feel insatiable, and it is only when she starts to pull away that I make my retreat. She’s still twitching and dazed minutes later, praise falling from her lips that I soak up.

As I lay there with her, tucked into her arms, I am looking forward to the future with my mate. The games in her jersey, the visits to my classroom, and the many made up IT problems I will surely have are all waiting for us. She rolls over, and pets me in a way that has me melting.

“You think we’re done already? My mate, I am nowhere near finished with you yet,” she tells me, and I am grateful for whatever in the universe gave my mate such an appetite.

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brief-candle · 4 years

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ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ - Laito Sakamaki

request info: succubus reader plays around with laito and makes him jealous on purpose.

they wanted her to become his girlfriend but i couldn't find a way to fit it in without the conversation looking kinda weird. and i also didn't write the scene where they did the devil's tango because this was on quotev and we gotta be family friendly pg clean over there.

i’m just posting the two things i did for dialovers bc i have nothing else to post atm,, after i finish the last request in my inbox i might write something self-indulgent... haven’t done that in a while so hmm

series: diabolik lovers.

notes: probably ooc laito, female reader, slight yandere, heavily implied nsfw (under the cut!!).

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There was interest sparked from the moment they met eyes. Well, perhaps interest wasn't the correct word for it. Not for someone like Laito Sakamaki. To be truthful, he wasn't truly very interested with many people. Not when it was exceptionally easy to get what he wanted from them before he could move onto another of his victims.

For a short while, she seemed just as simple and easy as the rest of the people he'd bedded. Flirting back easily, smiling coyly as she did so. It was a telltale sign of interest, wasn't it? Many responded to him in that way, and from then on didn't seem to hold interest in anyone else. Only him, such a reaction born from minimal effort on his part.

What he wasn't expecting was for her to show others the same treatment with such ease, giggling along to lame jokes and getting very touchy as she did so. Everyone she seemed to interact with appeared to fall apart at the seams, heeding to her every beck and call very soon after. Seeing such a thing was strange to him, perhaps as he was not used to seeing someone else have such an effect over people. People that he was so used to controlling with the slightest lilt to his voice, the upturn of his lips having them fawning over him in an instant.

He found himself competing with her, silently declaring a war over the attention of their schoolmates. But no matter his determination that he would not lose- pride in that charm of his- he found himself losing every battle. The smallest input into a conversation from her would drive people insane with glee, the smallest of smiles raising people's moods for the entire day. Laito truly couldn't fathom how she could possibly do it, really.

For a moment he had deliberated that it may have been simply natural charm. That she simply wasn't aware of her effect on others, and had no idea that he was competing with her in the first place. However that was all very obviously disproved from the smug look in her eyes when she knew no one but him was looking. It was gone in a second, as someone had turned to talk to her once more, but there was no question that it had been there.

It seemed he'd have to up his game.

Rather than playing it tame with his ploys to steal the attention from her, he began to explore different tactics. Instead of outright fighting for attention (though no one seemed to notice that they were fighting for it), he started to use rather underhanded moves. Seducing more and more people than he'd done before, intimidating those that still stood by her, sometimes even going so far as to blackmail them. He was determined to be at the top of the food chain again, being the one that people thought of all day every day. Laito never really appreciated it, and chances were that he still wouldn't even after all of this. What he was appreciating was the entertainment- the challenge- that came from it.

What he would appreciate more is seeing her gradually break down because of it. Because of him. He was striving to reach a point where no one would even look at her, lest they risk his fury. But he'd still hold a hand out to her, to take her in and break her beyond repair, all under the guise of sympathy. Even just thinking about it got his nonexistent heart racing; her face, beautiful without a doubt, with reddened cheeks and puffy eyes that couldn't even cry any more than they had already. Those eyes, so vibrant and rich in their colour, filled with such despair and agony because of him. Though he couldn't decide if he wanted to show her off in such a state or keep her all to himself.

"What are you playing at, Mister Sakamaki?" Speak of the devil, and she may appear. Indeed, as he turned, he caught sight of you. Not that he needed to turn and face you, really, especially not with a look of confusion so feigned and practised upon his face. Yet he did so anyway, and internally delighted in seeing her.

He continued to play the innocently confused, answering: "Whatsoever do you mean?"

Though she was an exceptional actress, some of the irritation seeped through the cracks in her façade and tainted the usually affable tone in her voice as well as the sense of enchantment that lived in her eyes. She was visibly unimpressed by his faux guiltlessness, eyebrows furrowing just enough to form the slightest of creases before they were gone. Face back to neutrality, though not as beautiful as her brief frustration had been to him.

"I see," she paused, closing her eyes as he did so. If only she wouldn't do that, for she was much harder to read with her eyes closed. They were such a lovely colour, too. Thankfully she opened them once more when she continued, "I wouldn't recommend that you continue with what you're doing." As she spoke, that amiable smile came to her face again, one which didn't reach her eyes and distracted one very easily from her venomous emphasis which she delicately placed upon each softly spoken syllable.

That piqued his interest then, the threat spoken so mildly and the consequences left silent. He felt almost obligated to ask, failing to hide rising amusement, "Oh? And what will you do about it?"

She didn't rise to his challenge. Not immediately, anyway. But when she did, it was with a cutting civility and a long, cold stare: "I'll put bugs in your pants."

It was a child's threat, yes, but it was a threat which worked against the likes of Laito. Though he didn't reveal how much he detested at the mere idea of such a thing coming true. He hated the idea of insects being anywhere near him- never mind on him!

"The biggest ones I can find."

She was visibly trying very hard not to crack up at his reaction. No matter how much he tried to hide his discomfort, his pale skin paled even more. It was very tempting to tease and prod at him for it, but she resisted; it looked as if she'd be getting her way. She'd have got it one way or the other- that was something she was very good at- but it was always a pleasant surprise when it was this easy.

So, with an easy grin upon her face, she turned and headed down the hallway, left hand waving lazily, "pleasure doing business with you."

Oh, but it wasn't pleasant for him. He did keep his side of the one-sided bargain, but it was with extreme reluctance that only seemed to grow as time went on. With every fleeting touch she inflicted upon another, every simpering smile that they received- hell, every look she gave people began to grate on him. Why did she seem to give little bits of herself to everyone but him so freely? She barely even looked in his direction since their little exchange and days had began to merge with weeks, and he didn't know if he could take them forming months.

Especially since she always knew exactly what she was doing. The only times she would spare him a glance was when she did something that she knew would particularly annoy him. That was when she'd look in his direction, see him looking and stare just as smugly as she'd done before, with the same smugness that used to irritate him for different reasons.

It was still there now, poorly buried under false irritation as she tilted her head upwards to stare him in the eyes. Her eyes were somehow even more pretty up close, especially when looking in his direction.

"What are you doing, Sakamaki?" She was more relaxed this time, most likely due to having nothing to lose. Intrigue was very much present under layers of fake boredom, yet he didn't call her out on it.

"I could ask you the same question." Though he sounded relaxed, he wasn't as relaxed as he sounded on the inside. He'd acted on a whim, here, and even though the action wasn't unexpected of him, it felt rather foreign to him with her. There was something about her that seemed so different from anyone else he'd talked to in this school (apart from his brothers, of course), but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it might be.

She hummed in question, leaning forward until her nose nearly met his. So close, yet so far. How he wanted to lunge forward and take her lips in his, hoping it would satiate him somewhat.

"And why is that?"

He chuckled, not looking away from her for a moment; to break eye contact would be to admit defeat to her, and that was something he'd never do.

"You're full of questions today." Was all he responded with, barely acknowledging her question. She wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing what he was thinking- how he was feeling- in the slightest. If he were to tell her then her ego would only grow, and that was the opposite of what he wanted.

He wanted her to squirm. To squirm like all the others when he pushed them so.

But she didn't.

"And you're dodging every single one of them." Finally, she broke eye contact, staring at his dark, loosely-tied necktie for a moment. Then she reached for it, twirling it around and around her finger with almost absent eyes. Around and around and around and around it went, and he mused that perhaps she'd never stop.

It did. Only when she reached up the tiniest amount to grip it in her hand, pulling it towards her. Their noses were very much touching there, and the slightest of friction from skin against skin had never felt so good to him before. Hell, he could've moaned from it had he not been so surprised.

Her eyes were so close, a colour so indescribably beautiful that he felt that he was drowning in an ocean of it from the sight alone. Especially so close. It was too close to be considered friendly- too close to even be considered aggressive. Well, not the type of aggressive that'd lead to a fight, anyway. Perhaps the other type of aggressive, though.

"You've been staring at me for a while," she stated, slightly tilting her head as she did so with an amused smile upon her face, "is there something you need from me?"

He, too, was amused by the situation. If he was not a vampire then he was sure his heart would've been beating out of his chest by now. It was a strange sensation, feeling so on-edge yet so immensely excited. Was this what it was like to play with fire? If so then he hoped it would never be extinguished.

"Perhaps," he cupped her chin in his hand, stroking it gently with long, slow movements of his thumb, "though I fear it's something only you can provide."

His gaze briefly strayed to her lips, lingering there intentionally longer than necessary, before flickering back up to her eyes. They narrowed in mirth.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Her movements were serpentine, head now close to his ear, so much so that her warm breath began to fan across his ice-cold neck.

"Well, then I can't deprive you if you're that desperate, now, can I?"

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The sun was beginning to rise, yet neither of them noticed such a thing through the thick, dark curtains.

"I didn't think you were the dominant type," Laito spoke, the girl he was speaking to busying herself with dressing herself. He wasn't disappointed by any means, which was evident by his usual teasing, flirtatious tone of voice.

She snickered, "you certainly didn't seem to mind."

He grinned, waving an arm around in the air for emphasis, "of course not! It was a pleasant surprise."

"Though," he continued, staring at her whilst resting his face in the palm of his hand, "you still haven't told me what you are."

Completely unfazed by his question, she stared back with a smile still upon her face, "really- you haven't figured it out yet?"

Clicking her tongue, she strode over to her now-creased blazer that had been flung haphazardly onto the floor and shrugged it on, "I'm surprised. Surely you of all people have come across a succubus or two before, no?"

"A succubus?" He repeated, almost dumbfounded. As far as he knew, they were just some fantasy creature. But her being a succubus would answer a lot of his questions about the whole situation which had so far gone unanswered.

"Yes," she merely commented, slipping on her shoes now. At this point she was fully dressed, whereas Laito hadn't even bothered making an effort to put any clothes on.

With one final glance, she opened the door, "well, I hope to be seeing you a little more, Laito."

And with that, she left.

He hoped to be seeing a bit more than a little more of her. Let's just hope he doesn't get too greedy now, though.

#laito sakamaki #laito sakamaki x reader #yandere x reader #yandere laito #yandere laito sakamaki #x reader #laito x reader

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freyfall · 4 years

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So @onebizarrekai just recently posted that corrupted Dream thing, and a bunch of y’all are wondering what the context is. Basically, Ky and I have a 66k-word roleplay on about 4 different google docs that’s a huge JMV/DINTIS/Dreamswap crossover, in which the main plot is the fact that somehow they keep getting shunted across multiverses and also DS Dream wants to eradicate all the corruption in both other multiverses now that he knows they exist (and then all the shenanigans that follow).

Currently within the storyline, DS Dream isn’t fully corrupted (yet), but he’s certainly on the way there, due to a rather nasty scenario in which Obsidian and Jet trick Dream into getting locked in a magic blocking cell - a cell in which Obsidian’s free to get his revenge by starting the corruption process on Dream himself.

Anyways, I’m going to include the excerpt from the roleplay itself below the cut here. Warning: there are blatant rape-y overtones in this scene, and while it’s not explicit/NSFW, please proceed with caution.

This scene is co-written by myself and @onebizarrekai.

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It wasn’t long after Dream left Zuli and Jade before he received an incoming signal on the police radio he held clipped to his shirt. “Lord Dream! Lord Dream, come in!”

“What is it?” Dream asked as he walked down the hallway, making his way towards the prison wing again.

Finch’s voice drifted from the radio again. “You need to come to the max-security cell immediately. Something’s gone wrong with the system.”

A wave of urgency ran through Dream. “Get the soldiers over there! Let them know!” he responded. “I’ll be over as quickly as I possibly can!”

“Yes sir. I’ll get them immediately!” There was a small click of the radio, and then it was silent. Dream broke out into a run almost immediately. Something was wrong with the system? It must have been like what happened with the others–maybe there was someone tampering with everything after all. He couldn’t let Obsidian get out, not again. This was supposed to be safer.

He scrambled through hallways and doorways until he reached the outside of the chamber where Obsidian’s cell was. Oddly, there were no guards outside the room where they had been originally stationed, but his mind was clouded enough with worry that he didn’t pay it heed. He barged into the room, seeing Obsidian lying on the floor of the cell, completely unmoving, the door of the cell wide open.

Warily, Dream approached. He drew his sword from his belt, coming up to the glass. Obsidian seemed to be lying in a puddle of what looked like corruption, but for all Dream knew, it could have been blood, based on tests that they had done earlier. Dream was uncertain whether to check the calibrator and close the door, or check to see if Obsidian was dead.

He drew one step too close. Dream heard faint noise come from the calibrator. He whirled around, Jet’s eyes meeting his with a smile. Obsidian took hold of Dream’s ankle, pulling him into the cell with a delighted laugh. Dream grunted as he fell, landing fully in the cell. The door closed, and Obsidian rose to his feet. A moment passed before Dream realized that his wings were gone, and Obsidian was no longer reacting to his magic.

“W…What…” Dream stammered. “What… did you do?” He scrambled to his feet, moving towards the wall. His grip on his sword tightened.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this,” Obsidian said, part of it through teeth clenched into a wide grin. “It was even worth getting burned by your - insufferable magic.” He held his palms out openly. The hand he had grabbed Dream’s ankle with had a dark burn on it, but Obsidian still moved it around freely despite how painful it must have been. “How does it feel to be powerless, Lord Dream? You scared yet? If you aren’t, well. You will be.”

Dream furrowed his brow. “Where are my soldiers?” he asked. “If you think this is all it takes to get through me, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Obsidian snorted. “You thought I was done? You thought I’d just trap you here and be done with it? Oh, no. No no no.” Obsidian stepped forward, clenching his burned fist tightly. Slowly, an indigo glow became visible behind him, and dark, writhing tentacles began to form. “Did I mention that it’s been a while since I stretched this magic, so to speak?” he said, extending the tentacles outwards and, indeed, stretching them. “I think it deserves a bit of use - and what better subject for it than the one that’s been pissing me off the most?”

In a brief instant, Dream grabbed hold of the radio clipped to his shirt. “Soldiers, this is a code–”

One of Obsidian’s tentacles immediately shot forward and grabbed the radio, crushing it in its grasp. “Nope. None of that,” Obsidian tutted, striding closer as he tossed away the broken pieces. “And we should probably get rid of that, as well.” The tentacle grabbed Dream’s sword, yanking it out of his hand and snapping it in half. Dream gasped as it happened, the fear in his eyes clouding the disappointment that his signature weapon had just been broken. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah. I was gonna fuck you up.”

“You’re insane to think that this will work out for you,” Dream told him. “Nobody is going to just sit by and let this happen.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got the physical strength of the hulk and the willpower of a petulant child. You constantly underestimate me, and look where that’s gotten you. Right. Under.” He stepped closer, putting his hand under Dream’s chin and pressing his thumb against Dream’s lower lip. “My thumb.”

Dream wanted to flinch away, but there was nowhere to go. He remained stiff, frozen, mind scrambling for a way out of this, an idea, anything–but nothing came to mind. “I’m… sure you only have so long,” he said.

“In that case, I’m fully prepared to enjoy every moment.” His tentacles started to snake forward, closing Dream in on both sides. Obsidian’s hand shifted to grip Dream’s chin in a more secure manner. It tightened slightly, almost to the point of bruising. “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that my intention is to corrupt you. In that case, you were right. Good for you. Corruption likes to spread. So tell me, Lord Dream. How would you like this to go down?”

Maybe Dream could just stall for enough time, just until the soldiers arrived. “You… you can’t corrupt me,” he said. “Just because you blocked my magic doesn’t mean that it’s not still a part of me.”

“Sure, that might be a bit of a roadblock, but it’s not like your magic has any capability of fighting back now, does it? Also it doesn’t hurt to try.” Obsidian smiled smugly. “In any case, I’m sick of you talking.” The tentacles on either side of Dream wrapped around him, restraining him as tightly as possible, and Obsidian’s fingers dug into the space between Dream’s upper and lower jaw, attempting to force his mouth open. “Open wi-ide,” Obsidian said in a sing-song voice.

Dream clenched his fists. It didn’t look like he had any chance fighting this himself, even if the guards did come soon. He could infer what Obsidian was about to do, and he knew it wasn’t going to be fun.

Jet, meanwhile, was in the background, pursing his lips. He didn’t exactly feel like he wanted to watch this, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice, seeing as how he was in charge of operating the cell.

Gleefully, Obsidian pried Dream’s mouth open, and immediately took the chance to take one of his free tentacles and shove it down Dream’s throat. Obsidian practically purred in delight at the choked noise Dream made. He leaned in closer, pressing an ear to Dream’s chest. He took his free hand and settled it to rest on Dream’s waist with yet another firm grip. “Having fun yet?” he snarked, but naturally, Dream could provide no response with the exception to muffled choking. “Oh, silly me, I forgot, it’s so rude-” Obsidian punctuated that with a sharp shove of the tentacle further down Dream’s throat, “-to talk with your mouth full, isn’t it?”

“Jesus Christ, don’t kill him,” Jet said from the background.

“He can breathe through his nose,” Obsidian said. “Besides, if he passes out, I’ll just let him breathe again. Simple as that. I just think this is the most effective way to introduce his system to large amounts of corruption, don’t you think?” Obsidian paused, looking up at Dream, and then grinned. “Unless you’d like to watch me fuck him right here on the cell floor. That’d be entertaining, too.”

“Do you want me to leave you locked in there with him?” Jet asked.

“I don’t know, sounds tempting,” Obsidian replied, enjoying watching Dream squirm. “It’d give us some nice quality time together, don’t you think?” He pointed that last bit at Dream, who still couldn’t respond.

“Ah, of course,” Jet said, rolling his eyes. “Nice quality time until you realize that nobody is going to get you out of there and the plan goes to shit. Keep it tame.”

Obsidian pouted. “You wouldn’t come back in a few hours to free me? Oh dear, I thought we had a bit of a bond, Jet.”

“And if you want to maintain it, then don’t go overboard, all right?” Jet asked him. “You’ll just have to wait longer for me if you do.”

Obsidian rolled his eyes. “You’re no fun,” he said, then recoiled his hands and the tentacle in Dream’s throat. Instead, he reached for Dream’s shirt with one hand, clapping the other over his mouth as he coughed and gagged. “You better not hurl that back up,” Obsidian growled softly. “That’s an important dosage right there. I wouldn’t want to have to do it all over again.” After a moment, Obsidian took his other hand and grabbed the charm that hung around Dream’s neck, not bothering with the clasp and simply snapping the chain. He tossed it aside and tore at the button-up, pushing the fabric aside so he could see the area of skin over Dream’s heart. Already, faint dark vein marks were beginning to show. “Perfect,” Obsidian muttered. “Great start, I must say. Thanks for being so cooperative,” he cooed, and removed the hand from Dream’s mouth. Dream’s throat was burning, nausea causing his vision to reel. Nobody was coming for him. Was he really hopeless to this atrocity?

“Now, are you going to let me out?” Obsidian sighed, stepping away from Dream and towards the door. He crossed his arms. “I believe we have a castle to conquer.” Dream’s legs gave out as Obsidian moved away. He weakly shifted as the door opened for Obsidian, but everything was spinning and he felt like the faintest movement would have him vomiting everywhere. Was it over, though?

Even if Obsidian fully intended to corrupt him, and even succeeded, those two were obviously fools to believe that was the end of it all.

Obsidian stepped out of the cell and let the door close behind him. He tossed a glance over his shoulder, smirking at his handiwork, and then walked towards Jet, grinning. “Now. Off to conquer, shall we? I assume Koroit and Zircon are on their way to stand guard over him.” Obsidian jerked his head in the direction of the cell.

Jet shrugged. “I suppose,” he said. “We should go to the sound room to make an announcement. And by we, I mean you better let me make it. I’ve always wanted to do something like this.”

“Do what you want about the announcement, I don’t care. Just as long as you make it clear that we’re in charge now,” Obsidian said. “Knock yourself out.”

Jet extended his hand towards Obsidian. “Shall we go?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

Obsidian looked at Jet’s hand. For a split second, it seemed like he wasn’t going to take it, but then he carefully extended his own hand to grip it. “Do you even have to ask?”

Jet gave him something of an eyeroll. “Well, if I didn’t ask, I figured you would stare blankly at me until I explained it,” he said. “We can’t waste that kind of time, now can we?”

Obsidian glared at Jet. “Just go. If you’re so insistent about wasting time, then how about you don’t waste any more?”

In return, Jet swept them straight into the ground without any warning whatsoever.

#yay writing #polarity mv stuff #jmv #dintis #dreamswap #the giant crossover rp #aka the toasty cinematic universe

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venusandromedadjarin · 3 years

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I’ve Just Seen a Face

Ch. 2, Masters of War

Chapter Song Recommendation: I’ve Just Seen a Face by the Beatles

18+, slight angst, soft!Frankie, mention of stitches, mention of death, 2k words

Joan is nice enough to bring you a book after her morning rounds and it’s a much needed distraction from all the poking and prodding the doctors puts you through. The day passes slowly since you don’t sleep much. The doctor reluctantly agreed to lower the dosage on the pain medication, rolling his eyes throughout your arguing before finally signing off on your chart. That was hours ago, and even though your head and side is throbbing, your mind is starting to clear. The reading helps, even though you aren’t really sure what the book is even about. Laughter from next door breaks your focus from the pages, and you look up to see the clock reads 7pm. The guys are probably visiting Pope since the days officially over.

Your ring catches your eye on the counter and you stare at it for a second before looking away. Shaking your head, you open the book back up, thumbing at the corner of the page. You don’t look up when the curtain slides open, the laughter getting louder, before dissipating again when it’s closed, “Hey, can I.. uh, can I come in?” The voice is gruff, but soft and smooth all at the same time. It’s a conundrum that makes you smile against your will.

“Hey Morales, you’re already in the room so make yourself at home.”

“Frankie,” he sighs. When you look up at him, your brows knitting together, he elaborates, “You can call me Frankie.” He smiles sadly down at you, wringing his cover between his tan hands. You can’t help but stare at them, noticing the small scares that litter his knuckles and his thick fingers. Quickly, you shake your head and gesture to the foot of the bed before trying to scoot back. He reaches towards you when you wince, almost reflexively, “Here, hold on.” Frankie sets his hat on the counter next to the ring, hesitating for a second, before stepping towards you. He reaches out a hand and when you grasp it, he helps you sit up before grabbing the pillows behind you and stacking them up. He nods for you to scoot back and doesn’t take his eyes off of you while you do, squeezing his hand in the process and trying to not to gasp at the pain in your side. When you’re settled, he loosens his grip and moves towards the edge of bed, sinking down to sit at your feet. He leans so that his body is angled towards you. You’re both silent for a second before, “I wanted to say I’m sorry about Sergeant Kearnes…”

You stiffen for a second, glancing at the ring and you see his gaze follows yours. Before answering him you close the book, dog earring your page, and throw it onto the counter as best you can. “Thank you.” It comes out shorter than you expected it to and you blanch, “I’m sorry. I-“

“You don’t need to apologize, Costa,” he runs his hand over his short hair, fidgeting because he doesn’t know what to say.

“Alex.” Frankie lifts his head to look at you, his brown eyes searching your face and you find yourself smiling for the second time since he’d entered the room. “Why does Pope call you Fish?”

He chuckles, and it’s a sound unlike anything you’d ever heard. It’s a sound you could get used to hearing. Guilt trickles through you and you look over at the ring again, and he notices it, his chuckle dissipating. “We all have call signs. Well, except Benny,” Frankie looks towards the curtain, the men’s voices low on the other side. “Pope is the most faithful of the group… not to women, maybe. But to us. We’re a family. He has hope, so much hope. The guy’s insane sometimes, drives us crazy. Tom ‘Redfly’ Miller is the head of the team. He’s the oldest, too and the wisest. He’s pretty serious but he’s a good guy, his intuition has gotten us out of some messed up shit.” Frankie looks at you, only to find you watching him intently and he smirks, his cheeks becoming pink. “William ‘Ironhead’ Miller, he’s a fucking soldier if I’ve ever seen one. I’ve never met anyone more proud to be serving. Benny is his little brother. They both signed up after 9/11. Somehow we all ended up on Delta Force and now we’re a family.”

You tsk, “You still didn’t tell me why they call you Fish.” He blushes again, rubbing his hand over his hair before clasping them together in his lap. His nervousness makes you laugh playfully, “Tell me!”

“Whiskers,” he chuckles again and it’s your turn to blush. When we were training together, I kept getting counseled because my facial hair grows back too quickly.”

“No,” you breath out with a laugh. The movement makes your side prickle with pain and you grasp it, but motion for him to go on.

“I’m serious! I’d fucking shave at 0500 and then by noon it would be growing back. The whole base knew it and so someone made a joke that I had whiskers like a fucking catfish and, well.”

“Your call sign is Catfish?!” You snort and he blushes harder, but the minute he sees you whimper in pain he reaches towards you. His fingertips come to rest on your wrist as you grasp your ribs, your breathing labored from laughing. For some reason, you don’t shrug away from his touch.

Frankie glances down at his hand on yours before quickly pulling away. “I’m sorry, Alex” he stammers. You shake your head, glancing toward the ring again. He studies you as you look at it, watches as you wipe a few tears away and then shrug. “Hey,” his voice is soft and you look back at him, this time your grey eyes search his face, looking for any sign of malice or bad motives. When you find none, you make eye contact, his brown eyes soft in the dim light. “Maybe this is overstepping, but do you want to talk about it?”

The curtain slides open just then, and Pope sticks his head through, glancing between the two of you while Frankie looks startled and embarrassed all at the same time. “The guys are heading back to the barracks. Are you staying here, Fish?” Pope doesn’t miss the way his best friend looks towards you, asking for permission or for an order to leave, and he definitely doesn’t miss the way you subtly nod towards Frankie.

He clears his throat, glancing back at Pope, “I’m going to stay a bit longer.” The man nods before closing the curtain, and a minute later there’s scuffling and laughing next door. Frankies shakes his head, “That’s probably Benny.”

A door closes and the room quiets down again. Soon after, Pope’s overhead light turns off and the only lights that are on are the dim ones on your side and the reading light Joan clipped to your I.V. stand. You silently study each other for a moment, the faint blush creeping back onto Frankie’s cheeks. When you finally speak, your voice comes out stronger than you expect it to, “Beau was complicated.”

He waits for you to go on, but when you don’t elaborate he knits his eyebrows together, “How so?”

You sigh, picking at a loose thread on the blanket covering your legs and suddenly aware that all you have on is a flimsy gown. “We met when we were really young, in college before he enlisted. I was going to school for journalism and I never thought I’d land in the Middle East. It was never vey serious, but by the time we graduated, we’d been on and off for a few years so we decided to move in together. It was rough, he wasn’t faithful through it, and I decided to go back for a Masters. Right when I was about to graduate, he came home with the news he enlisted and I was livid. Beau went to basic, and I got a job as a journalist for a huge news station… When I got the offer to come overseas and photograph the war, I wanted to turn it down, but he claimed it would be good for us. So I did, I packed everything up and threw it in storage. About a year in, he proposed on the base we were at so that we wouldn’t have to split up again and then we got moved here. We’d only been engaged a couple months, and it’s not like we had the wedding planned. Our life is here. Well, he wanted it to be.”

Frankie sighs, searching your face for the inevitable tears, but none come, “Do you love him?”

You look up at him, sadly before whispering, “I used to. Am I bad person for that?”

“No, Alex.”

The two of you sit in silence for awhile before Frankie leaves, and by that time you’re so exhausted you don’t realize he leaves his cover next to the ring.

The next morning, the doctor discharges you after taking out the stitches in your scalp and checking the ones in your side. Your concussion has pretty much healed, but your head still aches if you focus on something for too long. As you’re gathering your belongings and about to pull on the medical sweatpants, you hear someone clear their throat on the other side of the curtain. Pope’s getting the last round of x-rays to make sure he’s cleared, so you call out and ask who it is.

“It’s me.. uh, it’s Frankie.” Your heart leaps a little and you try to calm your nerves before calling back to him to tell him he can come in. He looks shy in the bright light as he enters and sets down a pile of clothes on the counter, letting the boots he’s holding drop to the floor. “Um, Brandt is back from her post and I figured you might want clean clothes…” he trails off, wringing his hands as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you,” you smile at him before taking the pile and going into yours and Pope’s shared bathroom to change. Your stitches tug when you pull the shirt over your head and you grimace, trying to keep your breathing even for your lung’s sake. Looking in the mirror, you realize how exhausted you look and you can’t wait to shower back at the barracks. You pull your jeans before splashing water onto your short hair, trying to tame it. Frankie looks up when you come back in the room, and you think you see his eyes shine a little but he quickly looks away while you sit down next to him to pull on your boots.

“The team has a meeting later, but after that we were going to go to dinner at the mess and then that movie they’re showing in the warehouse. Figure there’s nothing better to do.”

You look over at him as you finish lacing your boots, arching a brow at him, “Catfish, are you asking me to come?” He startles and looks down at you, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

“I-I don’t want to be disrespectful, I just-“

“Yes, I’ll come with you,” your smile makes his blush deepen, his own smile playing at his lips. He stands up to his full height, waiting for you to finish, before grabbing his cover from the counter.

“Here,” he takes the ring gently and holds it out to you, expecting some sort of backlash, but you silently take it and tuck into your jeans pocket as you stand up. Against your protests, he picks up the bag with your cameras and salvaged clothing before holding the curtain open for you. The main door to the room is open and you blanche at the strong lights in the hallway. The hospital bustles around the two of you as you make your way to the entrance. He tugs his cover on before pushing the door open.

The heat from outside forces its way through the doors before you even step out into the blazing sun. The base is calm. The Beatles pours out of a radio near a handful of soldiers playing basketball on the make shift court which makes you smile, “Beau would be whining about getting his ass kicked out there.” You laugh, holding a hand to your brow, trying to block some of the light.

Frankie studies you before making his way towards the barracks and you fall into step beside him. He walks slow for your sake, afraid of making the wound in your side or your lung ache. “Are you okay?”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eyes, “Honestly?” He nods down at you, his cover blocking the sun from his eyes and you can’t help but feel slightly disappointed you can’t seem him in the sun fully. “I’m better than I have been in awhile. I miss him, but I miss the Beau I knew years ago. I just wish it wasn’t like this.”

The song grows louder while you both walk past, and you hum the lyrics, Had it been another day I might have looked the other way…

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in december i wrote a 2020 year music review for myself that i intended to post here BUT...because i was infamously restricted twice last year, i didn’t bother since you wouldn’t be able to read it anyway because it was not possible to view my blog hjfdhfd

now that my restricted era is (hopefully forever) over i just want to post it here for the sake of completion since i want to do the same thing this year

this is really long so if you actually read it ... idk you are insane in the membrane and i love you... but i genuinely don’t expect anyone to read this hjfdhjf i just like reflecting on the music i have listened to and be able to look back on what i enjoyed in certain stages of my life! okiiii bye 💗

january

mac miller - circles (album) it’s a bit funny that i worried putting my thoughts down about this album and now it turns out to be first on the list, chronologically of course … oh bittersweet irony </3 listening to this album is such a double edged sword, either way i am always hit with a truckload of feelings when i turn to this release.

this album came to me in a time of my life where i was slowly but surely sliding down towards rock bottom again just after i got out of it and thought i was okay. the times i’ve listened to this crying in the bathtub with a glass of wine….girl let’s not lol…. it’s almost strange how much i can relate to the thoughts another person brought to paper. the comfort this album brings me is otherworldly, i feel so understood by mac’s words and it’s my go-to “wallow in self-pity for a bit then come out stronger than before” album. then again, i feel a little sting when any of mac’s songs come on shuffle. a friend of mine said she cannot listen to artists who have passed because it feels too strange and most of the time i agree but this time, it’s so so different. this album would have been mac’s salvation, i can feel it. everything would have been a bit brighter and lighter for him after this, it would have had to be. i feel like i would do him a disservice if i did not listen to this album, so i will cherish this final gift from him as his legacy and my comfort. i miss him incredibly and am all the more thankful he shared his heart with us.

album favs: circles, good news, surf

tiny meat gang - broke bitch (single) MAN I TELL THAT BROKE BITCH IF YOU WANNA GET IN TUNE BETTER CHANGE YOUR WHOLE PITCH LIKE WOAH !!!!!!!!!! did that give you whiplash? hehe funny to say this about a song called broke bitch by a duo called tiny meat gang but this song actually means a lot to me! it came out shortly before their show in berlin and i almost exclusively listened to it on my 7+ hours train ride from one side of the country to the other to see my meat boys. this played out of the fat ass speakers at the venue when they stepped on the stage and i will never forget meeting them :’) also the song fucking slaps obviously

february

loona - [#] (mini album) ah yes, the most controversial loona release to date! i’m not gonna lie and say this sounded anything like i expected it to. but also, i have come to terms with the fact that loona release noise music now and personally i am here for it. why not did not have the endless energy of hi high or otherworldly vibe of butterfly, but it’s a hype song and i am always there for hype. i also have to say the b-sides were not as strong for me as on previous releases but i think i have to come to peace with the fact that loona will never top their debut mini for me. though if i can wish for one thing…… let loona have title tracks with a chorus in 2021? pls? crumbs?

album favs: so what, oh (yes i am)

tame impala - the slow rush (album) *lights cigarette* i’m listening to pretty underground music….i don’t think you’ve heard of this band….they are called tame impala *intro of the less i know the better starts playing* yes i am a basic white bitch and listen to like 3 alternative bands but damn i listen to them religiously. like any other basic bitch on this planet i found out about tame impala through the less i know the better and checked out their music. i wasn’t too much into this album as i was into currents but towards the end of the year, i was in a moody alternative music slump that took me back to this album and i like it a lot more now! most importantly, tame impala fulfills my primitive urge to listen to songs that exceed the 4 minute mark. something clicks in my brain when i see a song that is like 6:34 and chances that it ends up as one of my faves on a album are high. i enjoy tiktok like everyone else but this trend of 2:50 long songs needs to be stopped immediately.

album favs: borderline, lost in yesterday, it might be time, is it true, posthumous forgiveness

honorary mentions: onlyoneof - dOra maar, everglow - dundun

march

nct 127 - neo zone (album) ah, yes. the album that fundamentally changed me as a person <3 i’ve been listening to nct for a while, matter of fact i checked my top tracks 2019 playlist on spotify and cherry bomb was on there lol. i remember trying to get into them in 2018 when they released their regular-irregular album but the endless member & unit concept scared me off, so i only listened to a handful of songs without looking into them march 2020, the fateful month in which they released kick it and screencaps of jaehyun’s sexy ass tiddies in the kick it mv landed on my tumblr or twitter and i HAD to look up who this man is…...remember when i thought jaehyun was my ult for like, 2 weeks? me neither, johnny suh only in this house <3

anyway, i checked out this album and by god, is this pure kpop perfection. last time i listened to a god tier no skip album like this was … maybe the perfect red velvet? hype songs, well crafted ballads, love songs that make me wanna learn the lyrics, genuinely fun and interesting pop songs, this album has it all. somehow, the way this album is crafted greatly reminds me of brown eyed girls’ sound-g, it has the same vibe, concept and mix of genres to me, i’m not entirely sure how to explain. anyway, this album is one of my favorites of all time and even though i’ve obsessively listened to it (lastfm says 1.4k scrobbles as of today, december 7th…) i am still not tired of this. i recommend this to anyone who loves kpop tbh, you will have a good time with this!

other than being just a musically solid album, the emotional ties i have with this are …. isabel stop making albums your emotional support 2021 challenge. i’ve listened to this release all spring lockdown, this basically played at every waking hour for all of march and april. the promotion time of this era and lockdown are deeply intertwined for me and so i am always remembered of all the nct content i consumed during that time which inevitably cheered me up so much. this album really means a lot to me :’)

album favs: kick it, mad dog, love song, boom

honorary mentions: itzy - wannabe,

the weeknd - after hours (album) my dear melchanoly, was one of my favorite releases of 2018, so i had been desperate for a new release by abel and boy did he not disappoint. the perfect thotty, dirty emo 80s, making it clap while crying in the club album! this is a no skip from top to bottom and all i can say is that the grammys can go to hell <3 abel aoty! there is really not much i can say about this album, the flawless production, lyrics and sound speak for themself. my only criticism is that i feel overwhelmed by 14 songs, especially when some of them are really long. a few songs greatly overshadow the weaker tracks on the album for me but i still love this to death.

album favs: escape from LA, blinding lights, after hours, faith

dua lipa - future nostalgia (album) after the weeknd’s masterpiece of an 80s inspired pop album i was really looking forward to this. i greatly enjoyed the pre-releases, i played don’t start now and physical up and down, they are still some of my favorite songs released this year! when i first listened to the album i really liked it, songs like boys will be boys or pretty please sound like fillers to be but the rest is solid. yet a month after release you couldn’t catch me listening to this and i cannot even really tell you why. i think it was a combination of the following: 1) i greatly overplayed dsn and physical to the point where i didn’t want more of the pop 80s sound that the album has 2) there were other releases at the time that caught my attention and interest more like neo zone or after hours 3) dua herself….girl….she really gave it her all this year to make herself as unlikeable as possible. nationalist propaganda and the constant traveling during a fucking pandemic were really the kicker. i can barely stand seeing her on my instagram feed anymore, much less listen to her album. her having the nerve to go “we’re in a pandemic lol” when people asked about an animated music video …. if you don’t shut the hell up lmao … also, she takes the crown for the corniest album opener of all time. i nearly closed spotify when i heard future nostalgia (the song) lmao

album favs: don’t start now, physical, levitating, hallucinate

honorary mentions: megan thee stallion - savage

april

apink - dumhdurum (song)

listen, i’m not gonna sit here and pretend like this mini album interested me in the slightest but god, the title is such a banger.i’m so sick, eung eung and dumhdurum are a holy trilogy that i will defend until the end of time! i really hope apink stick to this mature, elegant concept, it suits them so well and goes well with their new sound. come back soon queens <3

rina sawayama - xs (song) i feel like i’m gonna catch some hands here … xs is an absolute banger, the guitar riffs and disruptive sounds really get me going every damn time! but the rest of the album … tell me why it doesn’t catch me?! i literally cannot explain. i need to take an hour, sit down and do nothing but listen to the album from top to bottom once again and see if my thoughts change but right now i only care about xs.

chungha - stay tonight (song) drama! vocals! dance break! choreography! this release served it all. i listened to this obsessively during the time of the release and it still holds up today. can we talk about the run chungha had with gotta go > snapping > stay tonight? lord have mercy.

honorary mentions: april - lalalilala, nct dream - ridin’

may

lady gaga - chromatica (album) the immense disappointment i have in this album is tough to put into words lol. any other artist might have gotten away with this release but gaga having the discography that she has, well … she doesn’t get away with it. this has underwhelming all over it. i enjoyed the pre-releases and my hope was high but the rest just doesn’t live up what i expected, i can’t even say why. it’s just underwhelming pop for someone of gaga’s calibre. i listened to this album during release week and then never again till december to write this list and i can see why.

album favs: rain on me, sour candy ft. blackpink, stupid love

baekhyun - delight (mini album) it’s confession time … this is a name i never would have expected on any of my music lists to end up. exo has always been one of those boy groups i casually listened to. i greatly enjoy their title tracks and a handful of side tracks, i have a few members that i keep an eye on more than others but that’s about it. baekhyun was never one of those members i had any interest in, matter of fact i always thought he was kinda vanilla and boring 😭 i didn’t even plan on listening to this release if it wasn’t for his association with superm and thus nct, so i gave it a shot and we have no choice but to stan. his voice is like butter and can cut sharp at the same time, his versatility is insane. i dived a bit more into baekhyun related content and he is so likeable, it’s almost ridiculous. this production is absolute god tier, not a single skip on this mini. late spring/early summer i had this weird urge to listen to songs with mellow voices but still a banger instrumental and i wholeheartedly blame this release. matter of fact, this album is so good, i had to buy a physical copy. Y’ALL. THIS IS A BIG DEAL. i haven’t bought a kpop album of anyone that’s not holy top 3 (brown eyed girls, loona, nct) in like … idk, 5 years?! baekhyun’s impact. i’m a fan now <3

album favs: candy, r u ridin’?, love again

ak aussenkontrolle - in meinem benz (song) this … is very unrelated to this entirely list but i had to put it on here. i miss my ex boss and our 3 hour drives to meetings in the south of the country where we would blast trashy german rap music </3

nct 127 - neo zone: the final round (repackage) *airhorns* REEEPACKAGE TIIIIIME!!! my first nct era that i experienced from start to finish! i remember watching nct 127’s beyond live with luna where these mfs performed punch and we finished the concert having no idea what this song sounded like. the structure is so unusual and the intro catches me off-guard every time just to hype me up beyond compare. not gonna lie, the fact that johnny has exactly one (1) line hurts but! it’s my favorite line of the entire song! possibly related to the fact that it’s his line but let’s ignore that ….

album favs: punch, make your day

kim woo seok - red moon (song) i’m not even gonna lie to you. i have not a single idea who this man is. you could put him right in front of me and i wouldn’t know … all i know is that he has a banger song. i saw him perform this on a music show that i watched for nct and i ended up loving the song … thanks for your service sir, whoever you are ...

june

stray kids - go live (album) 2020 was kind of the year of boy groups for me, i’m so sorry … stray kids promoted simultaneously with nct 127 so i ended up hearing their title track and holy hell, is that a song. god’s menu is hype from start to finish. it reminds me of good ol’ 2nd gen noise boy group song a lá b*g b*ng fantastic baby. just pure hype and fun noise. i am forever grateful to witness the birth of the line cooking like a chef, i’m a five star michelin. the title track impressed me so much that i ended up checking out the entire album which i rarely ever do with boy groups and what is even rarer is that i enjoyed the b sides lmao!!! it’s not an album that i would put on and just enjoy from start to finish but it has some really solid tracks! this release made me want to keep an eye on stray kids, they seem like a really fun bunch.

album favs: god’s menu, TA, airplane

seventeen - left & right (song) the boy group run continues … same thing with stray kids, seventeen promoted during punch era so i heard their song while watching some music station show for nct and i heard this and was sold. solid, fun pop with the catchiest pre-chorus in history and a banger chorus. i listened to the entire mini and can’t say it really caught my interest so this is a title track only release for me.

dishonorary mentions: twice - more & more (i hate this song so much lol)

honorary mentions: ryu sejeong - tiger eyes, monsta x - fantasia, chloe x halle - do it

july

irene & seulgi - monster (mini) this is a weird release because it’s good. the title track is fun enough, the b sides are dope. but my issue with this is that it’s nothing new. this sounds exactly like a red velvet release. i get that they didn’t want to a joy, seulgi, irene, yeri release only and went for the sub-unit route instead, but why not be experimental and stray away from the usual sound of the group? also, whoever made monster and not naughty the title track deserves to be spat on. at least the choreography here is more interesting and “experimental” for kpop standards. also, why only a seulgi solo and no irene? i have no idea how reveluvs reacted to this release but this has rushed written all over it.

album favs: monster, naughty (i’m counting this to the mini idc), uncover

exo-sc - 1 billion views (mini) doing my part as a filthy casual exo listener. this release goes in the same category as baekhyun’s delight where i like the album so much that i HAD to get a physical copy. i don’t know what they put in the title track for it to be so diddly darn addictive but it clearly worked. the only bad thing about this release is how criminally mismanaged it was by sm, when i get you lee sooman ...

album favs: 1 billion views, on me, say it

baekhyun - garden in the air (song) i told you i’m a loyal baekhyun fan now <3 king releases and i listen, that’s just how it goes now! this is a cover of a boa song and i really love his version. there is not much to say except that it’s a really smooth song and his voice absolutely carries the track. i enjoyed this much more than i thought i would!

hyoyeon - dessert (song) YOU KNOW WHAT I DESERVE??? DESSERT!!!!!!! *insert tik tok challenge here* imagine if miryo featured on this instead of the ethnic hip girl … why can’t we have nice things. anyway, a banger!

johnny - sunny side up episode 1 set (spotify playlist, actual set) johnny being the skilled, talented, multi-faceted king that he is has been dj-ing since before debut (not me acting like i was around at that time lmao) and thus he decided to bless our quarantined, lockdowned asses with an online dj set! that was the most turned up sunday morning i ever had in my entire life. this set kicked off an edm/house/techno affinity that i had for the following couple of weeks. this set is an absolute banger, i would go insane to this in the club. he has an amazing ear for transitions and drops and i still just put on this set on the regular when i have cleaning to do or so. he could fill the void that rona and thus no clubbing in 2020 left in my heart and i’m so happy he decided to share this with us <3 now … john … sunny side up episode 2 pspspspspsps

honorary mentions: gfriend - apple, jessi - nunu nana

august

cardi b ft. megan thee stallion - wap (song) late summer 2021. we are vaccinated, icu beds are free, barely any new cases, clubs are open, this song plays and i can finally make it fucking clap.

troye sivan - in a dream (mini album) a cute mini album! nothing life-changing or as exciting as previous releases but easy (haha!) to enjoy. i really, really enjoy easy, can always count on troye for a dreamy sound.

album favs: easy

honorary mentions: itzy - not shy

september

wonho - love synonym pt. 1: right for me (mini album) honestly? i know like, 3 monsta x songs. i never bothered to get into them and maybe i never will, but it was difficult to ignore the whole wonho & monsta x mess that went on. i have absolutely no memory of why i decided to check out this release, i guess i was curious what he was going to do and … i was positively surprised lol. open mind is the exact time of song i had been so desperate all summer (remember mellow vocals with banger instrumentals? yeah) and uhm … can’t ignore the obvious … mr wonho is fucking fine. sir, you just gained a fan … now, where is love synonym part 2?? huh?????

album favs: open mind, i just, losing you

joji - nectar (album) this one is on tiktok. i heard gimme love in a bunch of tiktoks and had to look up the song and here we are. what an album! it came right as seasonal depression started to hit and accompanied me for a good chunk of autumn. at this point one has to ask if joji can ever really miss? the entire album is a no skip, it’s almost difficult to narrow down my favorites if my favorites weren’t so damn god tier!!!

album favs: gimme love, ew, tick tock, pretty boy, your man

super m - tiger inside / 100 / drip (songs) okay, listen. technically tiger inside & 100 were already released in august. instead of those three songs i was gonna write about the entire album until i realized i really don’t give a fuck about it 😭 i really only care about those three songs. and YES, i unironically like 100. is it a good song? no. but neither is jopping and that fucking bangs. i don’t turn to superm for life-changing, profound music, i turn to them for a good time LOL and that’s what they deliver every time! that being said, taeyong’s VROOM VROOM, UHMM UHMM, GRRRAHHHH verse is life-changing and profound! speak your truth king! also i wish drip was a b side for nct 127 that song is so damn sexy

taemin - never gonna dance again act 1 (album) this isn’t kpop, this is taemin pop. taemin never misses and the fact that hw*s* won dance performance over taemin is a literal hate crime. i will never forget the industry for this daylight robbery … anyway, nice album!!!!

album favs: criminal, black rose, waiting for

stray kids - in life (repackage) *airhorns* REPACKAGE TIIIIME 2.0!!!! i was on the edge of my seat waiting what stray kids were going to deliver after i greatly enjoyed god’s menu. i was still not over listening god’s menu when the repackage came out so i didn’t listen to it right away and now i greatly regret the few days i could have listened to back door earlier </3

album favs: back door, any

jackson wang - pretty please (song) i’m not gonna pretend like i ever listened to a song by jackson ever before. he is short king from got7 in my head and that’s all! i don’t even remember why i listened to this song but all i know is that it slaps severely. i love the wong kar wai inspired music video and the choreography is fun too! i’m gonna check out more of his music <3

honorary mentions: fromis9 - feel good, knk - ride

october

blackpink - the album (album, duh) i don’t even know what to say about this … this might be the weirdest release on the list for me. there are song i absolutely fucking hate (ice cream …) and songs i get my life to (pretty savage) on here and the discrepancy just gives me massive whiplash. i would never put this album on and listen to the whole body of work, i just cannot with the brain damage it gives me. i am still stuck in 2016, begging for bp to release music like whistle/boombayah/stay/playing with fire but i think i need to give up on that wishful thinking … i am just grateful we a got a title track with actual lyrics in the chrous for once.

album favs: pretty savage, lovesick girls

nct - nct 2020 resonance pt. 1 (album) this era was … a ride. nct 2020 happening was near inevitable but with covid it got pushed back so far, i started to believe it wasn’t even going to happen. i was semi-terrified of what was going to happen during a comeback with 21 (now 23!!) member group since i only experienced nct 127 comebacks so far and uhh … a LOT happened lmfao but let’s keep this about the album … i had no idea what was going to hit me. johnny having effectively 3 lines in nct 2018 did not give me much hope and after he got denoted to no line treatment in punch again, i was ready to not even have any expectation but this release changed everything. make no mistake that most of my favorite songs are units with johnny, we knew that was gonna happen lmaooo they dropped the teaser video for misfit and i thought i had my favorite song in the bag and then faded in my last song happened. y’all. JOHNNY SINGS? LIKE? ACTUALLY SINGS? DOESN’T GET FORCED TO RAP OR TALK-SING? MY MAN’S VOCALS??? OH MY GAAAAHD! this song is dramatic, theatrical, emo, it serves vocals and rap, it has catchy english and korean lyrics, this is THE song, the ULTIMATE song. i love this song so much, i want to belt it on top of my lungs in the pouring rain. apart from fimls, i also loveeee misfit, that was to be expected after i was going completely insane over the track video. johnny has like 3 lines but again they are iconic (WARNIN’! NCT WE MOBBIN’!) and i just enjoy the track too much to be upset over that. nectar. holy fuck. nectar!!!! wayv never disappoints with their thotty songs, they now have an absolute god tier hoe-ly song trinity with love talk > bad alive > nectar. the first chorus and hendery’s first verse (CHOP CHOP CHOP!) get me every time, this song is so insanely good i am severely upset i cannot sing along to it :( music, dance has nct 127 written all over it in bold letters, it’s so inherently 127’s sound!!!! i love this song so much, it’s so fun, upset and has massive dance-ability, i wish we had gotten a stage for it but i guess you can’t have everything in life </3 make a wish……………………………..the cursed unit. i don’t want to say anything about this except that, unfortunately, the song is fun and i enjoy it. the end. overall, this album is so insanely solid. i know i talk about my favorites A LOT but i genuinely do not dislike a single song on here, this is an absolute no skip album! that’s it. see you for resonance part 2!!!!!

album favs: FADED IN MY LAST SONG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, misfit, nectar, music dance, make a wish

loona - 12:00 (mini album) controversial loona release 2.0! i don’t know what it is, but somehow they managed to lace the words di da dam di dam di dam dam dam dam di dam (yeah) with pure crack. i fucking love why not, i would even go as far to say it’s my 2nd favorite title track. that is right, i think it’s better than butterfly (btw: hi high > why not > butterfly > so what). so much was strange this comeback, from the inexplicable concept + teasers, the outfits, the styling (yves….i mourn your hot girl era) but the title track is just SO good, SO fun, SO catchy that i am willing to ignore it all. i also enjoy the b sides much more than on #, they are much more memorable to me. and now … HASEUL RETURN…………….i purely live to see the next loona comeback at this point

album favs: why not, voice, universe

twice - i can’t stop me (song) thank fuck twice released a good song this year. if more & more had been the only 2020 release, that would have been the real tragedy. not gonna lie, i still haven’t listened to the full album, it just keeps slipping my mind. but! i’m going to! until then i’m gonna bop to i can’t stop me.

ariana grande - positions (album) the way this album has people upset is so funny. i am a huge dangerous woman fan myself, it’s my fave ariana album to date but she has said repeatedly that this is not the sound she is striving for. now she has her coin and can do whatever she wants in music and if that is r’n’b then fuck! we have to live with it! lmao! i can live with the sex theme of the album because it’s delivered in a fun way? but it’s getting a bit old...if the next album is about riding dick only too idk how much i would enjoy that. i would probably always come back to ari because i like her voice so much but girl, there are other topics to sing about, i promise! anyway! i like this album, it’s one of those where i can hit shuffle and enjoy it in the background while doing other stuff.

album favs: positions, 34 + 35, love language, my hair, pov

tiny meat gang - sofia (song) ayyy, it’s my meat boys :’) ending the year the same way they started it, with a banger! i absolutely love the guitar instrumental, the melancholic love song type sound paired with the theme of singing about loving a robot … yup, that’s creativity and talent right here! this makes me so freaking desperate for a new ep and i genuinely have no idea how far or close we are to one but!!! i am always waiting!!!

noel - push (ep) this is something i absolutely did not expect. noel (of tiny meat gang!) released his first ep ever and i was absolutely wowed. noel has it all, the voice, the talent, the creativity and all it took him was the confidence to finally put something out and i’m so happy he did. he gets real personal on bus back, more than ever before and i always get a bit emo listening to this track </3 this man is gonna go places and i’m so happy to witness his journey.

album favs: crow, head sunk, bus back

honorary mentions: sam smith - diamonds

november

taemin - never gonna dance again act 2 (album) i’m gonna say it. idea is better than criminal. the chorus drop???? when he goes MY AH AH MY AH AH MY AH MY IDEA MY MY IDEAAAAAA A-A-A A-A-A???? bitch … tell me you can sit still, i won’t believe you. i like part 2’s title track more, but part 1’s b sides are more interesting to me. either way, taemin delivered as expected!!

album favs: idea, impressionable, exclusive

nct - nct 2020 resonance pt. 2 (album) part two, baby! we made it! part 2 had more mellow, ballad-y songs with my everything, i.o.u. and all about you, overall less drama than part 1 but i still enjoyed it. work it is one of those controversial songs where you despise it with your entire being or you defend this top tier noise till the end and i am absolutely the latter. the agony of not being able to listen to it and seeing the timeline so divided nearly killed me, but i have concluded that people who hate work it have never felt joy in their life <3 honestly my opinion cannot be counted because i eat up anything johnny participates in … biased ass… what i’m not gonna talk about is resonance (the song), this absolute mess of a “remix”. the audacity sm had to release this as a single is insane. anyway!! this era was a rollercoaster ride. all the interactions truly made me interested in members of other units more. hendery (the rise and fall …), yangyang my beautiful son, jeno aka blue hair guy, chenle the chaos kid and xiaojun after he made make a wish his bitch in particular! all the interactions between the units were so fun to witness and it was fun while it lasted but i am … so glad it’s over lol. i miss nct 127, i miss some peace, i hope the boys get to rest for a bit and so does my bank account.

album favs: work it, 90s love, i.o.u., raise the roof

miley cyrus - plastic hearts (album) not in a thousand years would i have expected a miley release to be on here. this girl does everything to be absolutely unlikeable in my eyes but after severely banging out to her heart of glass cover, i was really excited for this and it did not disappoint. what is disappointing is that it took her so long to find a sound that fits her like a glove. i believe many people miss out on this release after her previous history and i nearly would have done the same. this alt/rock influenced pop does her voice so many favors and i really hope she sticks to this direction, i love this album greatly!!

album favs: heart of glass, midnight sky, night crawling ft. billy joel, wtf do i know

kai - kai (mini album) just. imagine debuting with an album like that. lol. what a god tier big dick move. we all knew whatever this release was gonna be, above all it was going to be sexy and boy were we RIGHT!!!! mmmh is exactly as thotty as i needed it to be and the b sides give me everything from r’n’b to trap. i love this release and i love that it’s only the beginning of kai! like!! he is only gonna gain even more experience and become even more powerful!! what the fuck!!!!!

album favs: mmmh, ride or die, hello stranger, nothing on me

honorary mentions. gfriend - mago

december

nothing? wtf?? 😭 no interesting release happened,,,,half the time i listened to christmas songs anyway lol

pre 2020 releases i only found this year

mgmt - little dark age (album, 2018) & oracular spectactular (album, 2007) another tiktok serve. i found little dark age through a tiktok trend and ended up really liking mgmt. they fit perfectly into my autumn/winter moody alt/rock mood that i had going on and i’m happy they have so much more music that i can check out!

artist favs: little dark age, electric feel, time to pretend

tame impala - currents (album, 2015) everyone’s favorite basic alt bitch album! i enjoyed this more than the slow rush for a good chunk of time, it also fit right into my alt rock autumn mood. i really love this album, like previously mentioned it has my favorite long ass tracks on there but also a good amount of short or medium long tracks. i’m still busy enjoying currents and the slow rush but i can’t wait till i finally take the leap to dive into their other releases because i’m loving everything i’ve heard so far.

album favs: the less i know the better, let it happen, new person same old mistakes

joji - ballads 1 (2018) after liking nectar so much, checking joji out was a given and i just love this album. only when i listened to this i realized i heard slowly dancing in the dark a few times on tiktok lmao that cursed app man … i would say i love nectar a bit more but this is still a fantastic album!!

album favs: slowly dancing in the dark, attention, test drive, yeah right

jus2 - focus (mini album, 2019) in my “mellow moody bangers” phase i was scouring playlists for more songs and i think i found focus on me first which fitted right into the niche i was looking to fill and i ended up enjoy this whole release! only later i realized this is a sub-unit from got7 lmao how come i enjoy solo or unit releases by got7 members but their group discography never interested me? anyway, very sexy ep!

album favs: drunk on you, focus on me, love talk

knk - sunset (song, 2019) part of my mellow bangers playlist. very sexy, i can imagine this as a runway song! i have no idea who knk are but given the fact i enjoyed two of their songs so far maybe i should look into them lol

baekhyun - city lights (mini album, 2019) i am repenting for my sins of missing out on baekhyun releases by consuming his music at an exorbitant rate. un village is one hell of a title track that i didn’t appreciate before, but i feel like in 2020 my music interests started to vary and i love the groovy r’n’b and string sound of this song so much. i also love stay up to death, the vocals baekhyun serves here are unreal. his BABY WE CAN STAY UP!!!!!!! gets me every single time!!!! what a mini!

album favs: un village, stay up

mac miller - swimming (album, 2018) i’ve listened to this album before 2020 but i had the urge to put this on here. this is going to sound so corny, but if i had to pick one song to be my life’s title track, it would be ladders. the hope this song gives me is unreal, it feels like a light at the end of the tunnel. this album is so fantastic, i love the upbeat instrumentals paired with sometimes gloomy lyrics are so incredible, mac was truly one of the greatest artists of our time. this album is so outstanding and i miss him every day.

album favs: ladders, jet fuel, 2009, self care, perfecto

doja cat - hot pink (album, 2019) i can never decide if i like doja or not but the album slaps lol that’s it come on tiktok queen

album favs: say so, juicy, like that, streets

my fav 2020 playlists

slapping mellow

neo culture technology

malcolm

why go to therapy when this playlist exists?

top songs 2020

(by spotify)

#again a heads up: this was written in december 2020 and there are a few names mentioned here that....i want nothing to do with anymore lol #like h*ndery of gfr*end #but i'm not gonna delete them because at the time i enjoyed their releases and no one knew they were ignorant asswipes <3 #also not me thinking i'm gonna get vaccinated this summer LMFAOOOOOOO #i can consider myself lucky if i even get them this year #german government my detested <3 #about me

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