#writing a characters outfit was way more fun than it should be

[plushii-gutz]

Part 4 of Thorns - may have gotten a little silly here for my own entertainment. Thank you to my lord and savior Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven-way 🤭 you may recognize another character here owned by @bear-cubs-art-things and a new fellow owned by @plantsaredabest

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Light has yet to shine outside. The horrible storm had seemed to pass, or in the least, the worst part of it. Viola's powdery blue eyes flickered open, woken by the sound of the creaking floor. Pereskia walked past, carrying a freshly cleaned hoodie. The bowgart stretched her arms and rolled partially off the couch, lazily sitting up with her hands patting against its soft fabrics aimlessly before coming across her glasses. She put them on, blinking a few times to adjust to her returning vision. She hadn't noticed the human kid on the floor, observing her. She looked kind of sticky, red and blue stains on the shirt she wore

"Eh? Never seen someone with glasses before?"

Lily tilted her head. Viola copied her move mockingly.

"Is it the hands? Four arms? It's not unknown among monsters, but I get it. Not a common characteristic on Amber, other than maybe floogulls and Bowhead."

She moved her arms as she spoke, adding a bit of body language to every word.

"You'd think having more fingers would make it easier to count, but no. Can't juggle well, either. They're great for climbing, though. And surgery. Once did a whole amputation on my own."

Lily seemed a bit grossed out at the comment, giving a nasty "bleh!".

"Oh yeah, the medical field is disgusting. Had a mammott come in with an abscess the size of a quarter on the side of his face. The stuff that came out was straight green."

"Ew!"

"Viola!" Pereskia yelled, returning to the living room. She held the now patched-up hoodie Lily had arrived in. The stitching wasn't the best, but it held together - including the blue ears. "You better not be botherin' that kid!"

"I'm not, I'm not. Where's Enya?"

"They're finishing breakfast. If ya want something, I'd recommend hurrying. It's getting cold."

Perry offered the hoodie back to the kid, who happily tossed it back on. With another yawn and a final stretch, Viola followed the barrb to the kitchen. Lily stood behind, cleaning her mind of the disgusting visuals.

Pereskia had made quite the breakfast. Stacks of pancakes, fresh fruit on every plate, syrup spilling onto the tablecloth. Enya was a sticky mess but seemed delighted.

"Wow. You really outdid yourself this morning," Viola commented.

"I might as well clean out the cabinets," Pereskia sighed, cleaning off Lily's plate. "I'll be honest, though, I doubt the new owner of this shop is moving in. The island is a mess."

"Shocker."

"Yeah," Enya chimed in, wiping her face clean. "The next ship will be arriving soon, too. Hopefully, there's enough room for everyone."

"Speaking of which, what's the plan for the kid?"

The kitchen fell silent. Pereskia turned to the table, taking the empty plates and adding them to the sink.

"I've been thinkin' of that all night," She spoke her thoughts. "I thought of making a disguise, but I don't have much to work with anymore. Sold most everything last night."

"I mean, we can look around outside," the bowgart suggested. "If I can find the right stuff, I might be able to throw something together, albeit terribly. Hey Perry, you know how to sew, don't you?"

"Not much - just what my mama taught me. I'm more than willing to learn a couple of things for th' kid, though."

"You seem to know what you're doing. I'll take Enya with me, they know the island better."

Enya agreed to the plan, though it held a bit of hesitation. She wasn't sure if the island's residents had stopped their brutal revolting against her, despite their anger being towards Cecilia. Perry seemed to pick up on her worry like a breeze in the air.

"You make sure to keep Enya safe. You remember the situation we got 'em out of, don'cha?"

"It was yesterday, Pereskia."

"I'm bein' serious."

"So am I."

With an agitated huff, the barrb excused the two. She ordered for them to take the shop exit, though, to keep Lily more hidden. They agreed, leaving Perry behind to resume packing her belongings and a few more things for the kid.

The shop was a mess. The windows had caved under the pressure, now shattered alongside the human's entrance. Pots had fallen over and broken apart, gardening tools laid about. Enya led the way, clearing the glass and making a path for Viola to cross. She thanked them, reaching the outside world. The sight was hardly any different.

Trees with sticky sap had snapped in half, stones tossed about. Buildings had collapsed inwards or fallen, leaving monsters to sit out on the gray island in the cold. Others pulled blankets from the remnants of their homes, warming the weaker. They walked along what remained of a stone path, taking in the state of the land.

"Viola!" A familiar voice called. "Over here!"

It was Jaiden, standing near a destroyed house with Baloola reaching inside. She can't seem to grab whatever it is she needs. Dragging Enya, they rushed over.

"She's trapped! We can't get her out!"

"Who? What?"

"Tabby! My cousin! She can't breathe in there!"

"Alright," Viola kept her cool, taking action. "Jaiden, Baloola, you hold up the wreckage best you can. I'm not short, but I'm small enough to fit in. Enya, you go back to Perry's and get the medical kit."

"But we just-"

"Go!"

"Ok."

The two sisters held up either end of the collapsed house. Viola crouched down, barely able to squeeze into the tight space. It's a claustrophobic hell, suffocating with jagged wooden spiked poking from every angle. Her arms pushed aside rubble, inching her forward until she found a blue furred hand. She used her horns to move aside anything hanging, making the monster more visible. She was crushed but alive. With a firm grasp on both of their hands, Viola pulled Tabby from the unseen debris that trapped her. She moved back carefully, hoping nothing was being pulled or broken.

The outside light began to seep in. Viola freed her legs and hind arms, only to find herself stuck with her horn caught onto something.

"Are you ok?" Baloola asked. "Why'd you stop moving? C'mon, it's cool out here!"

"It's.. hold on."

The bowgart looked around, taking a rag and wrapping it around one of the many broken wooden boards. She bit onto it, put her legs against the ground, and began to rip both herself and Tabby out of the wreckage. With a sharp yell of pain, Viola tore her horn off in a harsh jerk and snapped free. The Sooza is rested on the ground, Enya standing prepared.

"Holy shit, your horn!" Jaiden worried, helping Viola to her feet.

"It's fine - Enya, the kit."

"Right h-here!"

Viola got to work, having Enya support the patient upwards to make breathing a bit easier. Tabby jolted awake, tense. The two held her down, trying to keep her still.

"Tabby - listen to me, Tabby. You got caught in a collapsing building, and you're in a state of shock. You're riddled with adrenaline and can't recognize pain."

"Pain, I'm not in pain! There's no pain. Let me go!"

Viola moved back, revealing a horribly broken leg. Tabby stared for a long time, mortified. It was enough for her to allow the doctor to get to work.

"It's a compound fracture. We need to get them to a hospital, this requires surgery for a fix. I can suture other open wounds, but this will need something I don't have."

"How do we get her there?" Baloola asked. "Will she be ok?"

"Next ship," Enya answered. "It should be here soon. They might have stuff to help her on board, too!"

Viola wrapped the wounds as much as she could, biting the excess bandages off and keeping it tight.

"Enya, do you have any updates on when the ship will arrive?"

"Uh - I-I'd give it another 30 minutes?"

"Alright, that's not too bad. Keep them off the leg until the ship arrives. I'll try and get someone on board to bring out a stretcher. Until then, I've done all I can."

Viola took a step back to make sure her words were true. Baloola had dropped down, giving Tabby a strong hug that surprisingly didn't seem to hurt. Must be stable enough.

"All I can do," She echoed. Her attention turned to the fallen house, poking her head back in and finding the missing horn. A couple of harsh tugs, and she yanked it out. Gross, but It will come in handy. She checked around, grabbing a piece of wood that was a relatively good match of colors and taking it too.

"Hey, Viola," Jaiden said in a soft tone, pulling her friend aside. "Thank you."

"It's the least I can do. Quite literally, actually. If I had the right stuff, your cousin would be doing backflips in minutes, but I digress - you're welcome."

"Heh. Hey, would you be up to hanging out? As a thank you."

"Tabby's bone is poking from her leg, and you're asking someone you've known for a whole hour if they want to go out?"

The pompom shrugged. Viola quirked an eyebrow, looking Jaiden up and down.

"You're weird. I'm down."

"Wait, really? Sweet! Uh - you happen to be going to Plant Island?"

"Yep."

"Alright, cool! I'll be making plans. Do you want my number?"

Enya looked to Baloola, to Jaiden, then back to Baloola. They share an expression that was barely readable to anyone other than themselves. They pull the purple monsters apart, Viola needing to return to Pereskia's as soon as possible. Before they reached her shop, Enya is able to find a couple of blue blankets. This should help!

Inside, Perry had set up the sewing machine. Thread twisted along her fingers as she looked over instructions, printed on old paper that had browned over the years. Lily wore one of the barrb's old coats, laughing at the oversized sleeves and flapping her arms. As stressed as Perry was, she couldn't help but smile. How sweet of a child she was gifted.

"Did ya find anything useful? Oh - honey, your horn.."

"I know, don't rub it in. I have an idea, though."

Enya laid the fabrics down as Viola rolled out their plan. Enya and Pereskia were tasked to work on making a pair of extra arms, as well as two sets of matching gloves and one pair of slippers. While they were doing such, she planned on carving the block of wood to match her other horn.

"So we're making her into a bowgart?" Enya asked.

"Yep."

"Now hold on," Perry stepped in. "Why not a barrb? Or.. a Flowah, maybe. Just makin' suggestions."

"Well, we don't have the right colors, and I feel that may be a bit harder to do. For our level, at least."

"Your horns are far lighter than a normal Bowgarts. Wouldn't that throw others off as well?"

"Wouldn't putting thorns on her be uncomfortable?"

Enya had to split them up. After a bit of reasonable arguing, they agree to do the bowgart disguise. It was easier and involved the materials they already had. Work began on the arms, Viola carving away at both the wooden block and her horn, making them smaller to match Lily's size. Perry soon learned that she had quite the knack for sewing. She adapted quickly to the loud machine and tedious work of thread and patterns, allowing Enya to branch off and work on the slippers. Lily stood tall for the measuring and fitting. Soon enough, their work was finished. Viola added the last part: the headband with curled horns.

"Not bad," she praised herself.

Lily shook her head, shaking the horns and having them clink against one another. They were far from stable, but a couple more drops of hot glue did the trick. She seemed to find the whole outfit more silly than serious, but whatever made her happy made Perry happy, too.

"We really need to go," Enya warned. "The ship is probably about to leave."

With a collective agreement, the four monsters ushered out the door. Perry dropped her hat on Lily, hiding her rosy face behind it, and kept her close as they were finally able to leave.

Jaiden stood near the islands edge, seemingly waiting for Viola. They chattered as they walked on board, the rare monster not questioning who the monsterling was once. Though annoyed, Pereskia followed behind with the kids hand in hers.

"Wait.. Enya?" She turned back. "Are you comin'?"

The kayna stood behind, accompanied by a group of fire monsters offering her their apologies. They had plenty of time to recognize their mistakes and their anger. They were remorseful for their actions, wishing deeply for a second chance.

"I think.. I think I'll stay here."

Their warm amber eyes met Perry's.

"Maybe Amber Island has a chance. We'll need a leader to help rebuild it, won't we?"

Viola looked back at Enya, putting together her expression with ease. She gave a nod of approval, almost looking proud of them.

"Well, hun.. I'll be sure to send ya letters," Pereskia promised. "I wish you the best of luck."

As the ship began to move, the two monsters waved their goodbyes as the island was left in caring hands. Another flame that will never be smothered, and a new flame that only now began to grow.

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Plant Island had a far less disastrous storm, though this didn't seem to surprise anyone. With Viola's help, Tabby was taken into Plant Island Hospital minutes within arrival. Baloola chose to stay by the sooza's side, bidding the group farewell as they left for their homes. Pereskia carried Lily with the kids head on her shoulder, worried of being singled out by Jaiden. Even with the worry, the walk was calm.

"I don't live too far from the hospital. Moved closer since I worked there, made the drive easier, if at all. I guess it's just for convenience now."

"Being a doctor must have been crazy. I've seen and heard the stupid stuff my family gets into. Can't imagine having to work with it every day."

Viola reached into her scarf, pulling her phone from it as it played its default song.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Jaiden asked.

"The scarf has pockets," Viola answered plainly, accepting the call. A bit of talking and planning goes by before the cell is tucked away once more.

"I have to stop by a patients house. Might be a while until I'm bale to get back."

"Didn't you say your licenses were suspended or something?"

"Oh hey, my house is right there to the left! Here, Perry, these are the keys in. How about you make yourself at home while I go deal with this boring work stuff. Jaiden, you said the house you're staying at is a little farther down?"

"Uh - yeah, but -"

"How about I walk you home? I'll meet up with you in a little while, yeah?"

Though confused, Jaiden nodded and went along with it. Viola left her behind, mumbling every annoyance she had in her head as she left to the castle hidden deep within the woods.

Many hours passed before Jaiden had even gotten so much as a text from the lilac-furred monster, updating her that the bowgart was on her way. She couldn't help but be a little upset, yet her excitement pushed through it. She waited eagerly at the door, waiting for the expected knocks. The wait wasn't long, Viola arriving quickly.

"Hey!" She said, panting. "Sorry about that. Got a little caught up in a.. situation with the patients."

"It's fine," Jaiden assured her. "Come on in! I wanna show you something. And uh, don't mind the mess - this is Baloola's place, not mine. She likes her colors."

The interior is as weird as the exterior. It was overly colorful, white walls covered in a sprinkle-like pattern and plenty of decorative paintings of sweet treats and family photo's. Rainbow lights hung from the ceiling, confetti covering the floor and sticking to their fur as they walked to the pompom's room. It was different than the rest of the home, having warmer and darker colors and cool air. A table sat near the back, covered in material and an abundance of sewing supplies, and a lazily decorated bed with gray and purple sheets.

"So," Jaiden began, "I didn't really make any exact plans. Just playing it by ear, you know? But I do have a question."

"Shoot."

"Wanna look awesome?"

Jaiden opened her closet, revealing rows upon rows of hand-made jackets, shirts, pants, everything. Only a few contained tags, indicating they were store-bought. Viola looked through, inspecting the amount of detail and care put into each.

"Wow.. did you make these?"

"Yep. Started as a way to pass the time and pay less. Made a few things for family and friends. Years of practice later, I think I'm pretty good at it."

"Well, this would have been useful earlier."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Do you have anything for four-armed monsters?"

"Oh yeah, plenty."

They laid out the many options, Viola picking what she will and won't wear. There wasn't a particular theme, just having fun.

"Your fur color goes well with most of these if you ask me. I think the easiest way to start is with a white crop-top and a black leather jacket - it's an easy kill."

"I'm not really looking into killing any more monsters."

"What?"

"I'll take the jacket."

The rare monster laughed to herself, setting the items aside for the other to slip into. Viola was weird, but she was digging it.

"Alright. How do you feel about stupidly ragged pants?"

"Not happening."

"Shorts?"

"Depends. Chain?"

"Yep."

"Deal. Give me a belt as well."

"Your words are my command."

Another item was added. Viola debated on fingerless gloves, still unsure of how all-out she was going. She wasn't one to dress up, not knowing what goes good with what. In the end, Jaiden assured her that it shouldn't and likely wouldn't matter. All that matters is whether or not Viola enjoyed it.

"Your lashes are naturally glorious," she commented, "but if you're up to it, how about some make-up? Just extend things a bit more, yeah?"

The bowgart agreed, letting Jaiden work her magic. A bit of eyeshadow, a bit of mascara. She added a simple spiked choker around Viola's neck to bring more silver to the outfit, letting her get a look in the mirror.

"Damn. That explains my social media following."

"You look great! Shit, I even impressed myself."

Jaiden put together her own outfit, relatively the same as Viola's, with the shorts swapped out for a red plaid skirt and matching red choker with a silver heart instead of spikes. She also debated on swapping out the top as well, only deciding against it moments before leaving.

"Where to first? You're the one who asked me on a date," Viola teased.

"It's not a date!" Jaiden snapped back, shaking herself clean of the statement. "Ahem. I really appreciated your help back there with Tabby, and I was thinking we could go somewhere to just have fun. Initially, I planned on going to Barry's because it's karaoke night and the drinks are cheap, but I thought it was a bit.. weird. I mean, you're a doctor! Aren't you supposed to be against drinking? If I'm being honest, I kind of rushed asking you."

"Oh, I could tell. About the drinking, It's not that we're against it. It's all about moderation and not waking up in someone's backyard the next day, if at all. I'm personally a bit indifferent on it, but as a professional, I can easily push it aside. I'd be lying if I said I haven't gotten tipsy myself."

"So.. Barry's later tonight? Until then, if you want, we can stop by the arcade nearby. Their pizza is the best!"

"Sounds good to me. I don't have a lot of cash on me, though."

"Never said you'd need it."

"But-"

"Nuh-uh."

Viola chose not to argue, though she still planned on using a bit of her own money.

The arcade, titled "Pixel Playground," seemed surprisingly lively inside with monsters young and old. The front half of the building was nothing but the classic retro games and machines that were to be expected, the back having the iconic white plastic folding tables and chairs and holding a birthday party. They did pick-up orders as well, which Jaiden began to put in as Viola went to purchase some tokens. The tokens were an old, almost rusty looking silver, stamped with the arcades mascot.

"The pizza will be another 30 minutes 'cause of the party, but at least that gives us time to break some joysticks," Jaiden joked.

"Hell yeah. I got us 20 tokens each, so that should be enough to keep us entertained."

Viola scanned over the many games with Jaiden by her side, finding a particularly dusty one to play. It was a fighting game with fuzzy speakers and a chipped screen. Its name and logo were faded, barely able to read 'Critter Catastrophe!'

"Sweet Galvana, I remember playing this all the time!" She praised.

"Critter catastrophe: the perfect game for 10 year old monsterlings."

"I was 12, actually."

"Oh yes, my bad. Wanna play a round?"

They each slip in a coin, the screen going black and booting up the character select. Viola chose the same critter she had when she was younger, the Cold Island bun, and Jaiden selected the Plant Island bird. A sense of nostalgia washed over her as her mind moved back to older times.

She remembered how he always chose the Earth Island critter because of its firey abilities, always having the advantage over her snowy creatures. She only ever chose it because it was where she lived - Cold Island.

"You're cheating!" She'd accuse.

"Nope," he would answer, "Just better at the game than you!"

Viola would get mad, even more so when he'd ruffle her hair afterward and take his winning tickets. He'd promise to get her a soda, finally getting her mood back up to continue searching for other games to play. They would try the claw machine, only once ever winning something. They would climb around in the play place, making friends with whatever monsters were there. After the day had passed, they left before it got too dark. He'd offer her his gloves, even when she brought her own. It was always so cold..

"Viola? Hey, the game's over."

The bowgart blinked a few times, having to remember and recognize where she was.

"Oh. Shit. Sorry, I sort of blanked out."

"You also kicked my ass in this game! How about another round?"

Viola nodded in agreement with a small grin, starting up another match. They spent the remaining time swapping between games and giving a few claw machines a chance and failing. They took the pizza out to the sidewalk, enjoying it in all its unhealthy glory and debating their next stop. It was around noon now, so it would probably be smart to begin their walk to Barry's. They did such, knowing it would likely be crowded if they were to arrive late.

The front of the building had its iconic green and purple neon lights, displaying its name proudly behind a glass barrier. The two walked in, taking a seat on the barstools and being introduced to a drumpler named Lars. He asked what they would like to start off their night. Simple margaritas will do! They came in at a good time, getting their drinks before a plentiful of monsters began to pour in.

The stage is taken on by other Plant Island residents, the music filling the room and their voices with joy. All singing is good singing if it was joyous, is it not? Viola remembered the tales of how monsters were made to sing a song in unity, praising the island and the Celestials. Sometimes, it was just for fun.

"Hey, you should go up there," Jaiden nudged Viola's side.

"I don't know.. I'm not exactly the most vocal of monsters."

"Neither was I, but it's nothing a bit of practice can't help with. And drinks, of course."

"Sure, sure."

"Hey, we all have our ways. Lars! Hey, give me something a little stronger, bud!"

The drumpler took their empty cups, bringing them back the stronger drinks they desired.

"Try an' be careful with these, ladies," his coarse voice jokingly warned, snickering.

The rare monster downed hers in seconds, sitting up and requesting a turn. Viola sat back, watching as her friend took the stage and began to sing. The song sounded familiar, perhaps something from a cartoon she had watched in her younger days. It was clear she knew the song by heart. Jaiden had quite the vocals, definitely experienced. Or perhaps it was natural? It didn't matter - it was lovely. She seemed to be enjoying herself, too, adding a bit more movement to every lyric. She finished with open arms, accepting the crowds applause and returning to Viola's side.

"I'm a bit of a celebrity here," she laughed.

"I can see why. I might need a few more of these before I get up there," the bowgart said, shaking her now empty glass.

"Whatever helps you find your voice!"

With a bit of alcohol and a lot of encouragement, Viola agreed to the challenge. They pondered on what song to choose, what kind of music. Should it match her appearance or be the polar opposite for the sake of comedy?

"Just remember what I said earlier: it shouldn't matter what others think. Just do what feels right."

Viola nodded, leaving to the stage after finalizing her decision. Her worry shot up at the many eyes, only being drowned out by the first few beats kicking in through the speakers. She took a deep breath, facing this obstacle the same way she had every other. Soon, she felt nothing in the room but herself and the music. As it went on, a sense of accomplishment seeped into her blood. She felt.. proud? It was hard to tell - it's been a while since she had to really think about it rather than accept it at face value.

Viola twirled the microphones wire in her hands as she sung her song, giving most every monster a glance of the eye and particularly Jaiden, who voiced their support from the barstool. Viola wasn't one to show off, but for once, she held the stage in a positive light. The air felt clear as day and carried every lyric with ease, bringing the bar the show of a lifetime. Any anxiety she held had washed out into the night. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was Jaiden. Why does it matter? She wasn't seen in this moment as any of the negative things she had done. She was just another singing monster - and seemingly a good one at that! She was digging the attention, really.

She finished her song with a bow, passing the mic off for the next monster and returning to her friends side. The pompom slid over a couple of waters, making sure both of them would be at least a little sober before their leave.

"Damn, Viola. Didn't know you liked karaoke that much!"

"I don't," she chuckled with a shrug. "That's the first time I've done anything like this since high school."

"Shit, really? Dear Galvana, my high school years were spent blowing shit up behind a Leafy's!"

The two chattered back and forth, Viola seeming to drift more towards present stories rather than the past. She learns of Jaidens parents, an epic pompom and a rare mammot, who weren't particularly strict with what she did but disapproved of her hobbies. Viola spoke of her work in Plant Island Hospital, the many wild patients she has had to deal with in the past and the ones she deals with now.

"I can't go into much detail about them, but this guy has maybe ten monsterlings? All in one house. They're the ones I had to check in on earlier. Don't get me wrong, they're well behaved, but he's really young and it's a huge responsibility. Not that I have a kid of my own."

"What about the kid you watched over on the ship? The bowgart - I thought she was yours."

"Eh. Well, sort of, but she isn't mine, she's Perry's. I just keep her from.. getting sick."

"Oh. By the way, are you and Perry like a thing?"

"Oh no, not at all. It's a long story. She hates me, but she lives with me. That's all you really need to know."

"Ah, gotcha."

From the corner of her eye, Viola could pick out a familiar face within the crowd, growing closer. She could recognize that deep colored coat of fur anywhere.

"Holy shit. Hey, Blue!" She called out.

"Viola, hey! It's - it's been a while!"

"Damn right, it has. Get over here!"

The bowgart took a seat with the rest, happy to reunite with an old friend.

"Wow, you look.."

"Different, I know. I'm trying something new - Jaiden made most of this, actually."

Jaiden gave a small "yup" to the words, seeming a bit distant.

"It's - uh, I think it's nice! it looks good. Really good. It suits you." Blue stammered. Viola couldn't help but pick up on something she admittedly didn't expect.

"I didn't know you drank," she changed the subject.

"Oh, I'm not here for the drinks - Twig is."

It wasn't long until the aforementioned monster made his presence clear. Seems to be somewhat known around these parts.

"Heh, that's Twig, alright. How about you? Haven't been able to give you a check-up either."

"Well, not much, really. I was able to visit Cemila not too long ago for her birthday! She and Indigo are doing well, too. As for me, I'd say im doing alright. Per usual, Twig got himself in another scuffle, so i had to get him patched up. I noticed you were gone.. Did something happen? If - if you want to tell me, of course."

"Long story. My medical license aren't suspended or anything, and there's a chance I'll be back at the hospital soon enough, but I have a while until they figure it out. I don't think I can go into detail. Legally, at least."

Blue nodded along as Viola spoke, adding in his own commentary occasionally. It was fun to catch up, nerding out on random topics along the way. Twig took a seat on the other side of Blue, chiming in now and then to reinforce he was present. There was a bit of hostility at first, but he seemed to mellow out quickly with a couple of drinks. The deep blue bowgart had a hard time speaking to either, feeling a bit overwhelmed and an obvious increase in stuttering. The two wouldn't admit to it, but they found it hilarious.

"Oh no," Jaiden spoke up, lowering her head to the counter.

"What?"

Another monster seemed to be walking closer to the group - a pompom, to be exact. She wore a long blue tie, matching the blue marking of its eyes. Instead of the deep orange and yellow markings most pompoms had, it was more red. Along with this, her abdominal area had a unique white coloration to it.

"There's this one pomily member - we don't really talk about her much, she's.. we don't really know. It's kind of like the case with Baloola where we aren't sure if it's a pompom or a whole other species. She's.. weird. Her name is Creature."

The monster reached the bar, practically knocking Jaiden from her spot and taking it.

"Hey," it spoke, trying to hold a grin.

"Not going to happen," Viola hissed, turning her attention to the bar.

"Oh come on, pooki- Please! I meant please. I said please."

"She's not interested," Blue sat up.

Creature hopped from her stool, staring right into Blue's eyes. They didn't break the stare until she was mere feet away from him.

"Uh.. what's going on?"

"I'm so sorry, Viola," Jaiden sighed with embarrassment, hiding her face in her palms.

Creature dropped onto all fours, chasing after Blue and barking up a storm. Viola squinted, watching the chase circle the entirety of the room and into the back. It doesn't seem as though any actual harm was done, but annoyance was a different story. Tables fell over, and many drinks were spilled. Twig ran behind, cussing and threatening the whole time until Creature finally stopped and fled to the door.

"..Jaiden? What the fuck?"

"Oh my god. I don't know which one, but oh my god. Look, if you want to call it a night, I can walk you back to your house."

"Hey, hey, it's alright," Viola assured her friend. "It's nothing new. You'd he surprised how much attention lavender fur can get you. Besides, I'm dressed like.. this. Not to toot my own horn, but I feel awesome."

Jaidens mood seemed to change with these words, muffled laughter coming from her.

"Hehe.. you do look pretty great."

"Heh.. how about we go get some fresh air? It's getting weird in here."

Viola gave Lars a 20 dollar tip, leaving from the front door and feeling cold winds brush through her fur. Blue and Twig followed behind, cleaning themselves of spilled drinks and other sticky residue.. Gross.

"Well.. I would say that was new, but you never know in the monster world," Blue chuckled awkwardly. Twig picked a few things from his friends hair, dusting him off.

"Yeah, I'm done being out and about for tha' night. I think that thing bit me."

"Oh, it definitely bit me."

"Can we go home?"

"Yeah.."

"Hey," Viola walked over. "It was good seeing you again. My schedule is probably going to be really open, so.. you know where to find me."

The other bowgart nodded, glad to know an old friend was back.

"Ahem," Twig brought the attention back to himself. "Home?"

"Ok, alright - let's go."

As the two began to leave, the taller stood back for a bit longer.

"So. That was fun and all, but uh.. just lay off the Blue talk. How 'bout it, doll?"

Viola's smile flattened immediately. She rolled her eyes with an agitated sigh.

"Oh, please. If Blue liked you so much, he's more than capable of leaving my side for yours."

Viola grabbed onto the leaves of Twigs head, pulling him down to her level.

"And don't call me doll.. Alright?"

She let go, the shrubb jerking himself back and shaking himself off. His mind boiled with every horrible thing he could do, but Blue's presence cooled him off as he caught up.

"Wow, drama alert!" Jaiden laughed.

"They love each other. I just keep him on his toes so he'll make a move sooner."

"Wow. You're insane, you know that?"

"I do. So, still need a walk home?"

The pompom smiled, putting her hands into her pocket as they made the trip back home. They joked and teased, agreeing to keep in touch. Viola thanked her for the encouragement, though she wasn't sure how often she would show off again. Jaiden thanked her back for being a friend, as well as a huge help.

"By the way, do you need this back?" The bowgart asked, tugging at the choker around her neck.

"Nah. It looks good on you."

The sun lowered slowly over the distant buildings and mountains, the lights of the surrounding streets illuminating the sidewalk in a cool teal. Cars sped pass. Critters began to sing. The song never left - it only changed.

#fanfiction #thorns msm #msm oc #fallen stars msm #writing a characters outfit was way more fun than it should be #im cringe but im free #my singing monsters #msm #msm au

[ane-doodles]

My COTL References

(you can use them as inspo if you want)

A little more:

Wow, I didn't think this would take so long, but I think it was worth it in the end.

I have had to look for all kinds of references to be able to draw the bishops in a satisfactory way (references from the game itself, from animals, body types, eyes, and even how to draw cat paws). I think I have done them justice.

Although I don't plan to draw a comic or write a fic, I did want to define my own reference when drawing them. That way my little doodles would have some coherence.

A couple of details from the designer (just me commenting):

• I had to look for references of many body types and choose the one I thought was most suitable for each character. It was a long road!! The most difficult to draw was Narinder.

• Heket's outfit is inspired by a dress I recently saw in a store, it looked like a tunic so I decided to use it as a model. I added the veil because I wanted to cover her head (it's difficult to draw), plus I think it gives her a distinctive touch and personality. She accidentally ended up looking like a very flirtatious nun.

• Kallamar's design was particularly difficult because in the game itself he doesn't have a torso! but for reasons of ease and patience here he is going to have one. It's funny that he's super tall, but he keeps hunching over trying to hear what others are saying (you know, he doesn't listen very well for obvious reasons).

• Leshy was my favorite design! He has all the characteristics that I usually give to a protagonist!! He ended up looking like a young boy who surely likes soccer. I drew him thinking that he would surely like to walk around, so he should be comfortable... but he will surely end up crashing on more than one occasion. The green looks so fluffy!!! ah! but I also gave him a sting (I thought it would be fun)

• Shamura was interesting. I didn't want to give it too many legs, but I also didn't want it to look strange. In the end I ended up taking inspiration from different insect characters I know (like the red guy from Adventure Time). His clothes are all torn, I think he would have a hard time adjusting to them and would end up destroying them very often.

• Although I have drawn Narinder before it is not easy without him looking like an anime boy with a cat head! so it took quite a while to try to get out of there, that's why his proportions look more animalistic now!! I like to think that his body was vaguely more human when he was a god, but that when he transforms into a mortal he becomes more animal-like. It was difficult to design his clothes, but I like the change of coat he has...I hope I don't change it again soon or I'll have to make him a wardrobe.

• I have no special notes about the lamb, except that I forgot to put the leg warmers!! I realized it too late, but let's imagine they are there. I liked designing the second fleece, obviously based on Narinder's.

• As you can see, each of the coats are made from the remains of the tunics that the bishops previously wore. I want to imagine that after they were defeated, the lamb recovered them and turned them into new garments so that they would feel more comfortable in the cult (but also so that they would be distinguished from the common people).

• I have planned jobs and positions that each one would occupy in the cult, but I don't know how close they are to canon since I haven't taken the time to research. We'll see!!

And that's it, if you made it this far, have a candy 🍬 , thanks for reading my ramblings.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl reference #cotl the lamb #cotl the one who waits #cotl narinder #cotl heket #cotl leshy #cotl kallamar #cotl shamura #ane doodles yay! #character design #Chain for a promise AU #CFP au

[darqx]

Hi I understand if you don't reply, but I was wondering if you have any advice to beginners who want to start making their ocs a reality? (Like in the sense of having Charecters that have been in your thoughts for a while, but it's hard to encapsulate them into physical form?) As I have some that id like to make either into a game or comic but I'm a little stuck..

Also I'm curious if there will be any other content with the best boy himself rire?? : 0

Hullo! Ah, (physically) designing characters, how fun ❤️ - there is part of a reason why I only have a handful of them lol XD; ANYWAY here are three things that help me, so hopefully they can help you as well :)

(I'll use Demon!Rire as an example as unless you are an old guard of mine, he will probably be the most recognisable of my characs.)

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❓What do you know about them?

First of all since you already have your character in mind, congratulations you are most of the way there already! It's helpful to know the general vibe of them. And I don't mean the super detailed things that may arise from like..."Get to know your OC" quizzes - we are more looking for the core feeling of a character here. If you dumped this character into different AUs what things are going to stay the same/similar? Some things you should consider are:

What is their personality like? Why do they do the things they do?

Do I already have any physical traits for them in mind? Hair/eye/skin colour? Body type? Age? Name??

📝 Write a simple paragraph or some dot points about your character with these things in mind.

---EXAMPLE---

Sophisticated and charming, Rire outputs an aura of power and elegance. His pleasing physical appearance and gentlemanly demeanour usually enchants or commands people. Realistically, he is extremely manipulative and sadistic, and finds entertainment in the reactions of others.

---/EXAMPLE---

🤔 Make informed choices

Ok cool, you know something about your charac! Now build upon what you know to make them real - it is important here to try and match your design choices with the characterisation and "why"s of the character, and less with what you personally think will be cool/cute/whatever. What I mean by this is just pretend they are a person you are describing to a forensic sketch artist - you are giving "facts" as to what you think they look like not making stuff up (eg you would NOT be like "oh yeh she was totally a punk rocker however i'm going to say she wore a long flowing gown cos I think she'd look prettier in it?"*)

*Note that designing a character with opposites in mind can work out if you can at least answer the cursory "why" of it being a part of the character design. For eg maybe the punk rocker is secretly the alter ego of a socialite - flowing gowns and high fashion by day, grunge by night. Like Batman.

📝 Feel free to use dress up doll games and image searches for particular types of clothes/hairstyles/etc if you need inspiration. Thumbnail a bunch of different designs and see what works.

---EXAMPLE---

In my prev example paragraph I highlighted a few things in red. Here I'll break down how they can help craft a physical appearance:

Sophisticated and charming / elegance - to me, these combined make me think of ballrooms and black tie functions and nice suits. A well tailored outfit and someone who knows how to wear them.

Gentlemanly demeanour (well to some degree lol) - since I already know he's hundreds of years old (973 to be exact) I decided that an aristocratic Victorian-esque aesthetic would suit him. Somewhere in between a modern look and something with a bit more fantasy steampunk flair. He smiles quite genially until he's doing it with all his teeth.

Aura of power - he's got to be a bit of an imposing character so he's quite tall (or at least taller than all of my other characs) and carries himself confidently. Hooray for the ability to loom. Dark colours for this character, to cut an impressive figure.

Pleasing physical appearance - kinda stereotypical type of good looks that aesthetically most people would be like "yeh he's pretty". Athletic build - muscular but not bulky, broad shoulders, tapered waist etc etc.

Extremely manipulative - first of all, he looks rather human, for a demon - his entire species is designed very particularly like that. Then there's the sunglasses. The "why" [does he wear them] is they function to hide his eyes (one of the main parts of him that give away his demon-ness), but also as a bit of a red flag to the audience that something isn't quite right with him. I mean, look past his charm and he wears them all the time. The black and yellow colour scheme also ties in as warning colours ⚠️

Put them all together and this was one of my first sketches of Demon!Rire.

*Note that I already more or less knew how he looked other than his outfit; you will probably have a lot more sketch duds as you figure out what your character looks like.

---/EXAMPLE---

🔐 Don't lock yourself in

Despite the fact I've just said "pretend your character is a person", remember you're still their creator so obviously you have final say over them. Sometimes you'll find that they grow and change from what you initially thought of them (or you just evolve in how you draw them). Don't be afraid to make the tweaks and changes that enhance these - whether they be physical or core characteristics - and you'll get closer to the true character you always had in mind.

---EXAMPLE--

I now draw Rire with a more pronounced V-shape, longer, wavier hair, and somehow he ended up with way more pronounced eyelashes than I usually draw on my male characs. Which works out quite well considering how I tend to draw his eyes. Anyway the point of this is that these things developed over time as I kept drawing him.

---/EXAMPLE---

🍀 Try it out with your own characs! Have fun and don't force yourself to try and get it "right" on the first go.

#prettyboysmakegravezz #character design #ref #character design tips #hope this is kinda helpful! #also honestly have fun aye #long post #also as for other content with rire there kinda is but he's not really the main charac lol #also who knows when that will come out im a bit pedantic planning a webcomic #sz

[kamaluhkhan]

ours are the moments i play in the dark

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary: you come back to cousins beach after a few years away. conrad is not particularly happy that you're back - and you aren't particularly thrilled, either. too bad there's a history (chemistry?) neither of you can deny.

warnings: ANGST (im so sorry in advance...); flashback is from conrad's POV and the rest is from reader's perspective; mentions of sex + losing virginities (nothing too detailed/graphic); reader has an ex who's referred to with gender neutral pronouns; reader and other characters drink alcohol (pomegranate margaritas ;) ); hints of alcoholism (reader's mother); jealous reader who's trying her best; pining conrad who's a bit of a jerk; reader and conrad fight A Lot (they will make up eventually i promise!!)

tags: @stargirlsirius-recs, @ifilwtmfc, @qwertyb2577, @allnrsnz, @baconeggndcheez, @peanutbelley, @imogen-skye, @geekinthefuschiahair, @tvije, @drikawinchester, @maybankslover, @junnniiieee07, @elcpsstuff, @fangirl-kimora, @redbierd, @starkeylover

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on my conrad series so far! i love these characters and writing their stories, and it means so much that others are enjoying reading my work. there is one more part left and i promise it will be happier so stay tuned :)) i haven't watched the last two episodes of season 2, but i'm planning on writing a bit for that, too!! thank you x infinity ♡

part one | part two

i lost a friend / like keys in a sofa / like a wallet in the backseat / like ice in the summer heat (finneas, "i lost a friend")

now — summer, age 18

“you know, you guys aren’t fooling anyone.”

“and what exactly do you mean by that, steven?” you challenge, taking another sip of your soda. 

it’s the fourth of july and susannah invited you over for her annual celebration. susannah always hosted fun parties, so you were more than happy to accept because it meant eating some good food, listening to an upbeat playlist, watching some fireworks, and just relaxing. essentially, susannah always delivered the best of summer, rolled into a carefully planned event. 

the sun was shining, and everyone was having a good time, including you — at least, until you saw conrad and nicole in the pool, engaging in some serious PDA. you immediately got out of the pool and went to sulk near the drink table, where you were happily alone until steven came over to join you.

“i’m just saying, man. you and con are definitely going out of your way to prove that you’re mad at each other,” steven explains. “but we all know how much you care about each other.”

steven is right about the first part: you and conrad had done your best to avoid each other since the incident at nicole’s party and its fallout. if you and jeremiah had planned to go surfing and he invited conrad, you would always back out at the last minute. if you were over at the fishers helping belly pick out an outfit for a date with cam, conrad would conveniently stay in his room. not to mention, any time the two of you did cross paths — which was rare, but jeremiah and belly were persistent in requesting that all five of you spend time together, like the old days, they would say — it resulted in meaningless, petty arguments. the two of you had always been competitive and very comfortable teasing each other, but the difference was that now, your interactions were no longer good-natured.

you thought steven, belly, and jeremiah hadn’t noticed, but you should have given them more credit. to anyone who knew you, it was pretty obvious that something was up between you and conrad, even if they didn’t know what exactly it was.

“there’s a thin line between love and hate. and right now you guys are that line.”

“thank you for your insight,” you say sarcastically. “be sure to include that in your college essay — i’m sure princeton would love to have you.”

steven rolls his eyes at you, just as nicole arrives at the drink table.

“hey guys,” she greets. she reaches over to grab two cans of peach iced tea before you stop her. 

“conrad’s allergic to peaches,” you say. “so you might wanna get him something else.”

nicole looks at you for a second before nodding and reaching for a can of sprite instead. 

“thanks,” she says as she walks away. 

once she’s gone, steven gives you a pointed look.

“what?” you scoff. 

steven just shakes his head. “love and hate,” he muses, leaving you to join his parents and shayla near the pool. 

you then decide to go inside briefly, where you find belly and jeremiah, pouring vodka into a blender.

“we’re making pomegranate margaritas!” belly exclaims, practically giddy. 

“well, you gotta use the good blender for that.” conrad seems to appear out of nowhere from behind you, instantly reaching for the aforementioned good blender and placing it on the counter.

you were already in a sour mood from seeing him with nicole earlier, but belly looks at you with hopeful eyes, and you remember what steven said earlier, so you mentally promise that you would play nice with conrad. you owe belly and the others that much after being absent for so long: a carefree summer, just like the ones you used to know. 

you imagine that jeremiah sent conrad a similar pleading look because, miraculously, you and conrad don’t argue with each other as you help mix pomegranate margaritas for everyone. you actually engage in playful banter and laugh at the other’s jokes. you even feel sorry for him when his father, who wasn’t supposed to be here, walks in. you can feel the good mood slipping, so you suggest heading to the beach for a change of scenery.

belly had invited cam and a few more girls who are doing the debutante thing with her, and with steven bringing shayla and conrad bringing nicole (which, you are totally fine with, of course, especially after a pomegranate margarita), you had a pretty solid party forming on the beach, away from the adults. 

of all people, belly suggests some drinking games. it’s all a blur of sand, laughter, and vodka spiked fruit juice. once you were all the perfect amount of tired and tipsy, the group settles down, and gigi suggests a different game.

“we should play truth or dare.”

“oh my gosh we should!” belly smiles, tapping your leg enthusiastically. “remember? we used to play it all the time!”

you smile back. “of course i do.” 

when you were kids, you, belly, steven, jeremiah, and conrad would play truth or dare any chance you got. it was never very serious, mostly goofy pranks and harmless questions. you had all grown up since then, and somewhere along the way, truth or dare had become less innocent than it used to be.

“y/n,” one of the debs — dara, if you remembered correctly — turns to you. it was the first time your name had been called, and in all honesty, you were perfectly happy just sitting back in the sun and sipping the rest of your drink. “truth or dare?” 

you choose truth, mostly to avoid having to get up from your very comfortable seat on the sand.

“are you a virgin?”

your mouth suddenly feels dry. you’re not ashamed of your answer, but it doesn’t help that you can see conrad glaring at you from the corner of your eye. you take another sip of your drink before answering. 

“um, not really.” 

“it’s yes or no question,” nicole says. 

“then my answer’s no,” you declare.

“what?” belly screeches. she sits up straighter to turn towards you, and in the process spills some pomegranate margarita on her dress. “i can’t believe you had sex and didn’t tell me? when? with who? what was it like?” her cheeks are slightly flushed. a sober belly would have likely asked you in private, or at the very least, not in front of people you barely knew. in that moment, you almost regret the pomegranate margaritas.

almost. because maybe it’s the silence and everyone’s expectant stares, or the adrenaline you feel from winning most of the drinking games, or the effects of the drinks themselves, but you convince yourself that it’s as good a time as any to tell the story. a sober you would have known to tread more carefully given the context; that would have been about three pomegranate margaritas ago, though. 

“it’s kind of a cliche story, honestly,” you start. “it happened last summer. it was raining that night, so we were hanging out in the back of my teammate’s van, just talking, and one thing led to another….we didn’t plan to do anything, but we got caught in the heat of the moment.” you choose your words carefully, deliberately avoiding eye contact with conrad.

“how was it though?” belly asks, leaning in closer.

you shrug. “a little awkward, i guess? neither of us had sex before then, and we were both figuring stuff out. like, he couldn’t open the condom wrapper because he was so flustered, so i had to help him. it was nice, though,” you admit. “when the rain cleared, we went out to stargaze and fell asleep on the beach.”

belly sighs. “so romantic.”

“you’re right about it being cliche,” steven laughs. he has an arm thrown around shayla, and uses the other to gesture towards conrad. “conrad, man, that sounds almost exactly like your first time.”

you feel your entire body heat up, and it's not because of the sun shining down on you. conrad’s gaze finally meets yours — for a split second only, but it’s enough for steven to notice. 

“holy shit! it all makes sense now!” steven exclaims, suddenly standing up.

jeremiah frowns, looking between you, conrad, and steven. “what makes sense?”

“i’ve been trying to figure out why y/n and conrad have been so weird around each other this summer, but it’s obvious now: they lost their virginities to each other. they had sex!”

nicole stiffens and narrows her eyes at conrad. “you told me you never hooked up with y/n.”

“well, that’s definitely not true.”

“belly,” you warn, looking over to conrad once more. his cheeks are turning red, and you imagine a storm brewing beneath his dark blue eyes. 

“i don’t know about last summer,” belly continues, completely oblivious to the tension building. “but i do know that they kissed at your party.”

“i knew it,” nicole scoffs, pushing away from conrad. “i knew it.” with one last poisonous glare towards conrad, she storms off.

conrad sends you an equally poisonous look before chasing after her. the party dissolves shortly after.

feeling defeated, you lie back in the sand, close your eyes, and let the sun shine down on you once more, taking deep breaths to slow down your heart rate.

call it karma or a cruel twist of fate or just a really shitty coincidence, but you’re finally the one left alone on the beach.

then — summer, age 17

conrad was more than a little surprised to see your name appear on his phone. it wasn't like you were completely off the grid — you texted, though infrequently, and followed each other on socials. he scrolled through his instagram feed and saw the occasional picture of you wearing a costume at a halloween party or sipping hot chocolate on a snowy day. photos that never quite fit the image he had of you in his mind: in cutoff denim shorts and a swimsuit and layers of sunscreen, with sand in your hair and popsicle stains on your lips.

“hey,” he answered after only three rings. 

"hey fisher, any friday night plans?"

he told you he was working on his college essay.

“homework on a friday night in the middle of summer,” you tsked. “i never realized how much of a nerd you are.”

conrad laughed. “i mean, that’s on you for just realizing that.”

 “fair enough,” you hummed, and conrad could practically hear your smile through the phone. “if you’re in the mood for something more fun, look out your window.”

conrad wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but you standing in the driveway of his summer house was pretty low on the list. you waved at him frantically, telling him to hurry up and open his window.

he was still in awe as you climbed through. conrad tried to memorize the image of you then and there, standing in front of him in his bedroom: wearing dolphin shorts and a light jacket, with chipped turquoise nail polish and a bright smile.

"you drove all the way here?" 

"well, they haven't cracked the science behind teleportation yet," you say playfully. "so i didn't have many options."

"i can't believe you're here," conrad smiled, and that’s when you finally hugged him. he held on tightly, afraid you would leave at any moment if he let go. you smelled the same, like chlorine and vanilla sugar.

once you broke away from the hug, you pointed towards something behind him, pinned to his bulletin board. conrad followed your gaze and felt his cheeks heat up.

“i missed you, too, connie,” you teased, eyes lingering on the newspaper clipping of your swim team making it to nationals thanks to your record time. 

“mom showed it to me,” he explained, the smile on your face making his heart beat out of his chest. “she’s so proud of her little mermaid.”

your smile fell, just a bit, but enough for conrad to notice a shift in your mood. you always did a good job at hiding the weight of the world on your shoulders, at least around the others. not so much around him.

you sighed and sat down on his bed. “you know, after that swim meet, my dad lectured me about not being fast enough,” you explained. “winning by only a millisecond apparently wasn’t enough to impress college scouts, at least according to him.”

“your dad’s a jerk,” conrad said instantly. he sat down next to you. “and an idiot, if he can’t see how amazing you are.”

“thanks, connie,” you whispered. it looked like you were going to say more; instead, you picked up his laptop. “wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you were working on your college essay. you really are a nerd.”

“shut up,” conrad laughed, nudging you with his shoulder and trying to grab the laptop from you.

you nudged him back. “it’s a compliment! schools go crazy for trust fund nerds.”

“yeah, yeah.” conrad waved you off. “so, you’re in cousins for the summer?”

all you did was smile softly and close the laptop, finally handing it back to him.

conrad’s heart burst with joy. because not only were you there — finally there, after all that time away — but you were staying. his mom would always muse about summers in cousins being magical, but conrad didn’t quite believe her until you were gone and he felt that magic fade away. 

“do you wanna go downstairs? belly’s watching it happened one night with my mom and laurel.”

“as much as i love susannah’s favourite movie,” you started, and conrad’s heart soared again at you remembering his mom’s favourite movie. “i thought maybe it could just be the two of us tonight? maybe we could go for a drive.”

that’s how the two of you ended up at mermaid grove — a secluded stretch of beach about an hour away from your houses. it was near the mall your mothers sometimes went to, and during one of those excursions when you were young, all the kids wandered off and found it. the only time you’d been there was during the day and with jeremiah, belly, steven, and your siblings, so it felt different then, at night with just the two of you.

it started raining on the drive over — which only took 45 minutes without traffic — so you were hanging out in the back of your van. the van actually belonged to one of your teammate’s cousin who was somewhat of a hippie, you said, which explained the smell of weed and bohemian decor — battery powered rainbow fairy lights, colourful pillows, an elaborately patterned tapestry. the space was definitely intimate, or maybe it felt that way because you and conrad were sitting as close as possible to each other, shoulders touching and one of your legs tangled with his. he was scrolling through the pictures on your phone of your last swim meet in california, where you'd gotten the chance to visit stanford, while you were peeling an orange. 

"you would love it there, connie,” you gushed. you dug your fingers into the orange peel, and the smell of citrus started to fill the air. “the beaches are beautiful and the waves are amazing. it’s like, always summer.” 

conrad sometimes felt like summer was the only season of the year that he was truly awake, truly living. everything else felt like a dream, one that he would always describe to you in mundane detail; conrad even kept a small journal throughout the year, writing things down that he needed to tell you once you reunited every june. but one journal had turned to two, almost three, and conrad was trying really hard to not resent you for that.

“anyways, i think i’m going to apply in the fall.”

conrad stopped scrolling through your phone, pausing at a picture you had taken of a lemon tree. “doesn’t your dad have princeton lined up?”

“you make it sound like he bought my way in, when it was actually hours and hours and hours of training to get that scholarship. on the national best swim team.” you mimicked your father’s patronising tone for that last part; conrad hadn’t seen him in years, and he could still recognize it. 

“you’re right, though. my dad would flip his shit. even if i got in with a scholarship, it’s so far away and i have the twins to look after, but a girl can dream, right?”

“i feel that,” conrad assured. you gave him a sad smile, knowing that his dad was as intense about football as yours was about swimming. the worst part was that you both loved your respective sports, until they became a burden. you both had other burdens to deal with, too, when it came to your families. 

“in an ideal world, the two of us wouldn’t have to worry about anything else. we’d live in a place by the beach, surf every day, and hang out in the sun while sipping ice-cold, fresh lemonade.” just like we used to, conrad added in his head.

“in an ideal world,” you agreed. “we’d also adopt four dogs, each named after one of the beatles. you can teach them how to play the guitar.”

conrad laughed. “if i couldn’t teach you, there is no way i can teach one dog, let alone four.”

“well, they wouldn’t get distracted by your dreamy blue eyes like i did.” you winked at conrad, and handed him the freshly peeled orange before he even had time to blush.

“take it,” he protested. “you drove all this way — you should eat something.”

you shook your head and placed the orange in his hand before you pulled out another fruit from your bag. “i picked some of these up on the way here — best peaches on the east coast.” you took a big bite. “remember the summer we found out that you had a mild peach allergy?” you asked, juice dripping down your chin. you wiped it with the sleeve of the varsity jacket you wore.

conrad laughed at the memory. belly and steven had brought back candy from their trip to toronto. conrad practically inhaled an entire bag of fuzzy peaches, and didn’t realize that they weren’t supposed to make your mouth itchy — the “fuzzy” part wasn’t literal. that felt like so long ago, but there you and conrad were, settling back into each other like no time had passed.

as the night grew darker, you and conrad shifted closer to each other. conrad ate orange slice after orange slice as you devoured your peach, all while looking through the photos on your phone. you’d occasionally interject with a short story or comment, and there were still raindrops falling on the roof, but for the most part, there was nothing but a comfortable silence between you. 

you moved to wrap the orange peel and peach pit in a napkin, just as conrad swiped onto a photo of someone kissing your cheek.

“who’s that?”

you leaned over to check. “oh. that’s sam.”

“are you dating?” conrad asked, trying to seem casual about it. just a friend asking another friend about their romantic situation. as a friend. 

“we were,” you explained, sitting back next to him. “they broke up with me a few months ago.”

conrad sighed in relief, which he hoped you didn’t notice. “sorry.”

you shrugged. “it’s fine. apparently i’m emotionally distant.”

that wasn’t much of a surprise to conrad. sam might have been an idiot for breaking up with you, but they were spot on with the emotionally distant part. out of all the time you’d known each other, conrad had only seen you cry once, maybe twice. you were usually the one wiping away tears and putting on a brave face, inadvertently, or maybe purposefully, hiding your own vulnerability. 

still, that wasn’t something conrad was about to stir up.

“what? you?” he joked instead.

“shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes, but the wry smile on your face gave you away. “how about you? broke any hearts this past year?”

conrad thought for a moment. there was aubrey, who his football teammate said had a major crush on him. they had been texting for a while now, and were on the edge of maybe becoming something. but then, there you were, stirring up feelings conrad had long buried — or, at least, tried to. if part of his head was always in summer, then part of his heart always belonged to you. 

“no.”

“got your heart broken?”

he thought back to a few weeks ago, when he ran into your mom at the grocery store, and she said you wouldn’t be coming to cousins again that summer. you hadn’t spoken at all to each other for a month or two before that.

“no,” he lied.

you hummed, and took your phone away from him. 

“wanna hear something trippy?” you asked suddenly. you always had a knack for changing the course of a conversation to where you wanted it to go.

“what?”

“well, since it takes a while for light from space to reach us, when we stargaze, we’re actually looking back in time. like, the star that’s closest to earth — other than the sun — is four light years away. or is it five?” you paused. “anyways, if the sky was clear and we could see that star, it would mean we’d actually be looking at that star from summer, five years ago.”

“very trippy,” conrad agreed. “it’s like a cosmic time machine.”

you hummed. “do you ever wonder what our past selves back then, at like 12 or 13, would think of us now? i think about those summers and how magical they felt.” 

magical. you turned to smile at him softly, and conrad couldn't help but agree.

“i always thought you’d be my first kiss,” you whispered. 

that threw conrad off guard, and it took him a few seconds to regain balance. the van suddenly felt too small and the lingering scent of fruit shared between you two, mixed with the familiar smell of chlorine and vanilla from how close you were sitting to him, became overwhelming. his heart was beating out of his chest — not because he didn’t feel the same way, but because he did.

conrad knew what his 13 year old self would think of him now: he’d be up in arms over his awkward pause, screaming to finally tell you how he felt then, and how those feelings hadn’t really left. how you made him feel safe, excited, confused and angry. how there was a space in his heart just for you, and it was painfully empty when you left, but now that you’re there again —

“sorry,” you said, cutting through the silence. you subtly shifted away from conrad. “i didn’t mean to make things weird.”

“you didn’t,” conrad answered instantly. he registered how you were now slightly hunched over and brought your knees to your chest, how you bit your lip and avoided eye contact — a few hints that you felt uncomfortable, deflated even at his lack of response. 

so, he moved closer to you and gently placed a hand on your knee. 

“you didn’t make things weird,” conrad assured once more. you were brave, he decided: for a lot of things you did, but right then for being so honest, so vulnerable. it inspired him to do the same. “i mean, this might make things weird, but i always thought you’d be my first…you know. at least, ever since i knew what sex even was.”

you finally turned towards him, your lips slightly parted. 

“yeah,” you breathed. “me too.”

conrad’s eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. 

“do you still want to —”

“yes. i - i mean, no pressure, but if you still want to —”

“i do.”

you smiled then and conrad felt himself do the same. 

when you kissed for the first time, it was like rainclouds parted and the stars came out, shining bright in infinite darkness. the two of you became tangled up in each other: you sat in his lap, legs on either side of his waist, your chests pressed together and your fingers tangled in his hair, which drove him crazy. conrad let his hands explore your body, gently grazing the skin under your shirt. his lips tingled from the remnants of peach juice on yours, but he kept kissing you. 

it was awkward and exhilarating at the same time. you asked each other if what you were doing felt good and right and were slightly embarrassed if the answer was no, but still adjusted if needed. at one point, conrad was fumbling with the condom wrapper and you had to open it with your teeth; he jokingly pointed out how you used to do the same with packs of sour patch kids and you giggled before kissing him again.

the two of you lay down on the floor once you were done. your head rested on conrad’s chest and he had his arm around you, idly tracing shapes on your skin with his fingertips. he craned his neck down to look at you.

even in the dim lighting and after years apart, you looked the same. even if you’d never been that close before, at least not in the same way you had just been, you felt familiar. 

you tilted you head towards him and smiled. 

“what?” 

there was something about the way you looked at him that still made him blush, and conrad hoped that with the lack of bright light, you wouldn’t notice. 

“sounds like the rain stopped,” he said. “wanna go stargazing?”

it was slightly chilly, so you let conrad borrow your varsity jacket, even if it didn’t fit perfectly. the sky was clear and full of stars. you spent the rest of the night there together, on the beach. 

in the morning, conrad woke up before you. he watched as you took slow, deep breaths with your eyes still closed. you looked so peaceful — until the sound of your alarm prompted you to wake up.

“shit,” you exhaled, your eyes wide once you noticed the sun had risen. “what time is it?” 

you searched frantically for your phone, only to find it right next to you.

“shit,” you repeated once you checked the time. you stood up right away, sand kicking from underneath your feet. “this is bad.”

“what —”

conrad didn’t have time to even ask you what was wrong because you bolted to the van. he followed you.

“what’s wrong?”

you looked at conrad, brows furrowed. “i have to go. i don’t want to leave you, but i have to go.”

“it’s okay,” conrad reassured. he stepped closer to you and placed a hand on your cheek. “i’ll be here when you get back.”

“i’m…” you step away from him. “i’m not coming back.”

“what do you mean?” he tried to steady his voice, but a dangerous mix of hurt and anger threatened to wash over him. conrad’s heart dropped, knowing all too well what was likely coming next, but he hoped, wished, that it wouldn’t be like before.

“i’ve got a swim meet in boston,” you exhaled. “but i can drive you home on my way there.”

“you’ll come back to cousins after,” conrad declared, as if saying it out could change what would happen next. “you said you’d be here for the summer.” 

you shrugged, stumbling over your words. “technically, i didn’t say that. you just assumed and — ”

“and you wanted me to believe it, right?”

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “just — let me drive you home, connie.”

the use of his childhood nickname — the one he secretly despised, except when it came from you — was what made him snap.

“i should have known,” he snarled. “god, i should have known. you don’t care about me, about us. swimming over everything, right?”

“that’s not true.” your eyes opened, but you still wouldn’t meet his gaze. “i do care, but you know the pressure i’m under —”

“fine. you want to talk about pressure?” conrad laughed, bitterly, all his frustration bleeding out and pooling at your feet. “my mom had cancer, and you couldn’t even be there for me. texts and phone calls only do so much when you’re watching the woman who raised you wither away to nothing.”

your eyes softened slightly, finally looking at him. you took a step forward, but conrad took another two back. 

“conrad —”

 “no. don’t,” he snapped, making you stop. “why did you even come here?”

“i was close by and…” you paused. “i guess i just needed to come back, even just for a bit.” 

"figures," conrad scoffed. “you only care when it’s convenient.” 

“that’s not true,” you repeated. 

conrad waited a second for you say something more, but you didn’t. 

“well, i’m really glad you got what you needed,” he mocked. “tell me, does nostalgia and sex help you swim faster? impress college scouts? make daddy proud of you?” 

you stiffened slightly. “don’t be an asshole.”

“no, no. congratulations!” he clapped to emphasize his point. “i’m so glad i could help you! guess you just needed a quick fuck before your big competition for some good luck. hope it works out in your favour.”

there was so much venom laced in his words, and he could tell you noticed. you looked at him like he was a stranger. 

“fuck you,” you finally said. your voice was shaking slightly and it looked like tears were forming in your eyes. “you can walk home, for all i care.” 

without another word, you got into the car and drove away. conrad watched your car become smaller in the distance as he stood alone at the beach, wearing your jacket and replaying every word he said.

now 

it’s hours after susannah’s fourth of july celebration. the adrenaline and alcohol from early wore off, and you’re sitting on your front porch, sipping tea from your favourite mug. you were hoping to relax, but the sight of conrad fisher storming up to you threatens that.

“where do you get off, saying what you did earlier?” 

even under the low light of the porch, you can see that his face is red with anger. he came here to argue, but you’re too tired to really care.

“well, shit, conrad,” you sigh. “don’t blame me. blame — blame truth or dare and pomegranate margaritas and steven for being so goddamn perceptive.” 

“you lied,” he accuses, crossing his arms. “you said you didn’t tell belly about us kissing at nicole’s party.”

“at least i didn’t lie to my girlfriend,” you point out, your voice dull from exhaustion. conrad is momentarily at a loss for words, furrowing his brow even further, so you decide to steer the conversation in another direction — away. “look, i just had to pick up my drunk mother from the bar, so i’m really not in the mood for this conversation.”

you move to leave, but conrad grabs your left wrist before you reach the door. the sudden action startles you, and you release the mug you were holding in your right hand. it falls to the ground, the break clean, and the rest of your tea spills onto the porch. you exhale sharply, turning back to face conrad.

“i don’t care,” he snaps. “you fucked up earlier today. you never should have mentioned that night. talking about it like it actually meant something to you.”

“you know what, conrad? maybe it’s hard for you to believe, but that night actually meant something to me.” you laugh bitterly, feeling more awake than before. “and, yeah, now i’ve spent so much time regretting it. because maybe i hoped that we’d start dating, but even if that didn’t happen, i never expected to lose my best friend.”

conrad rolls his eyes. “i don’t know how you can stand there and call me your best friend. best friends don’t leave each other —”

“fine, i did leave,” you interrupt. your voice is slightly raised, and you can’t help but feel a new rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins. the fact that conrad is standing in front of you, suggesting that you were the one to blame for the hostility between you — that made you frustrated, angry, even. 

“i had other shit going on,” you continue. “and maybe i didn’t handle the situation well at first — that’s on me, sure. but i wasn’t the one who ignored texts and sent calls straight to voicemails. i’m not the one who’s spending the summer avoiding everyone who knows them because they’re too scared of others finding out the truth. i don’t know who you are this summer, but i know the real you, conrad.”

“no, you don’t.”

by now, you’ve walked closer, standing only a few inches in front of him. if you reached out, you’d be able to brush the bangs away from his forehead, but you don’t. 

“i do know you,” you assert. “in fact, i hate how much i know you. i know that “yesterday” by the beatles is your favourite song, and the first one you learned on the guitar. i know that you’re crazy good at chess, but let jeremiah win sometimes when your dad is watching. i know that you love playing football, but hate that you’re expected to play it. i know that i hurt you last year, so you had to ignore me because that was easier than admitting how you really feel because — because you’re scared.” 

“you’re wrong.” conrad stares at you, his gaze heavy on yours. 

you shake your head. “i know that you didn’t tell anyone about what happened between us because it meant something to you. and that really scares you, too.” 

“you’re…you’re wrong.” conrad’s voice wavers a bit, his eyes soften ever so slightly, and you know you’ve struck a chord. 

“i’m not,” you say. “and, honestly? i’m so fucking tired of waiting for you to realize that. i don’t care anymore. whatever was between us during all those summers, it's obviously not here anymore."

“you’re wrong,” he’s like a broken record, stuck on the same lyric. 

"stop blaming me for fucking this up," you continue. "it's your mess, too, conrad. and i’m so fucking tired."

it’s late, and it’s dark, and you can’t bring yourself to stay here anymore. without saying anything else, you step over the broken porcelain of your favourite mug and into your house, leaving conrad alone on your poorly lit porch.

when the sun rises and you go outside in the morning, the pieces are gone. 

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[space-mango-company]

Stranger | Chapter 5

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

TW: Descriptions of Violence, Mentions of Cannibalism

Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Original Characters, Canon What Canon

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Not proofread!! Holy moly. Here it is, folks. The scene that inspired this whole fic. I had fun writing this so I really hope you enjoy it. Once again, I appreciate everyone who likes, comments, and/or leaves kudos so much. I really started this fic for myself but good golly, that dopamine rush whenever I get a notif might be more addicting than spice. I'm glad to be part of the bald man brigade.

Also, I can't believe I'm only now questioning why I decided to write this in the second person? I guess maybe I thought this fic would be a lot shorter and not that deep, lol. At this point 'y/n' probably has enough personality to just be a straight-up OC. It's funnier because I don't even find second-person or y/n fics any more engaging either. I always detach myself by giving 'y/n' her own name and only seeing her as a character in the fic.

ANYWAY, sorry to ramble. Stay safe and have a good one, ya weirdos.

You step out into the dark cul-de-sac of the guest hall, illuminated only by the large suspensor lamp in the middle. Feyd-Rautha looks you up and down, seemingly entranced by how the dim light casts his shadow on your modest dress. Atreides green, he recognized.

"Trying to sneak into my rooms again?" you say arms crossed, leaning on your door. "I didn't appreciate the last time, by the way."

"It's my house," he says cooly, "and I did knock this time."

You stare at him indifferently.

"Quite the display from you yesterday morning, using The Voice on me." His voice low and raspy, "I should have you drawn and quartered."

You scoff in his face. "You almost choked me to death. Are you trying to start a war?"

He takes a step closer and his face is inches from yours, you can feel his breath on your cheek, "I didn't think I'd like you this much, little hawk."

"What do you want, Feyd-Rautha?" you had no patience for him right now.

"Ah," he steps back, a dark smile on his face, "I've been waiting to hear my name from your tongue." His hand reaches for your lips. "I've grown quite tired of 'na-Baron'."

You grab his wrist before he can touch you. "If you're only here to toy with me, I would rather be left alone to prepare for bed." You release his hand and turn to open your door.

Feyd-Rautha props an arm against the doorway to block you. "We're to be married in three days," he says, "and I just can't seem to bring myself to let go of my 'harpies', as you called them." He meets your gaze. "You said you'd kill them. Did you mean that?"

You look up at him with steely eyes. He towered over you but your heart felt no fear, "Yes."

His coy smile returns. "Good. Come to my training hall tomorrow," he says, walking away.

"What?" you call after him.

"Dress to fight," he says over his shoulder. "I want to see what you can do, Atreides."

You needed no help from Zora in putting on a loose shirt and long pants. The plain beige outfit certainly wasn't as elegant as the dresses you had been wearing so far. But it was comfortable and you could fight in it, which was all that mattered. Still, you look yourself in the mirror. The soft, airy fabrics draped over your figure well but perhaps you were not in the best shape as you once were. Your muscle mass is much less than your brother's and he wasn't particularly built himself. You admit you did wane off your training sessions with Gurney and Paul leading up to your departure from Caladan. Nevertheless, you were still a skilled warrior. Another secret you've been keeping from the Harkonnens.

You were 14 when you started learning the blade. Watching Paul, 2 years your senior, practice with the Atreides Warmaster lit a fire in you. You didn't hesitate to pester your father to let you train with them and of course, there was nothing he could deny his darling daughter. You were a fierce and determined student. Gurney Halleck was a man you genuinely believed to be one of the best fighters in the Imperium, along with Duncan Idaho. Gurney would train you and Paul on even days. On odd days, your mother would teach you the Weirding Way. These lessons, much like the rest of your mother's teachings, your father wanted to know nothing about. After becoming decently adept at Prana-Bindu and gaining almost complete physical control of your body, Lady Jessica insisted that you also be skilled in the Bene Gesserit style of combat.

You were far from mastery in either but the combination of both trainings made you a formidable fighter. Despite this, you could never seem to beat your brother in a sparring match. A fact that frustrated you to no end, though you appreciated that Paul never went easy on you. You'd always blame it on him having trained for longer than you have. But in truth, you knew there had just always been something special about him.

"Are you ready, my lady?" Zora's soft voice wakes you from your thoughts.

"Hm? Right. Yes, let's go." You quickly tie your hair out of the way and grab your father's dagger from atop your dresser.

There was no fanfare when you entered the hall. On one end, the na-Baron's concubines sat chained on the steps of the shallow recessed pit in their leathers, their glares piercing through you. Your eyes linger on them as Feyd-Rautha and his Warmaster greet you.

"I was starting to think my lady bride was bluffing," Feyd-Rautha says as you approach him. The older man beside him offers you a polite bow.

"Perhaps she wasn't so keen on your brutish games," you bite back. "Your lord uncle won't be joining us?"

"No," Feyd-Rautha crosses his arms, "but he'll be hearing about your victory. Or your demise."

"Right. Well, I assume you'll be releasing them from those chains," you nod towards his pets "Not sure why they're necessary."

"Oh, trust me, little hawk. They're necessary." Feyd-Rautha motions to a servant.

"Your blade and shield, my lady," they bow, presenting you with a knife and a small device you recognize as a Holtzman shield.

"I've brought my own," you unsheath your father's dagger. You contemplate taking the shield but remembering that the na-Baron forwent it during his gladiator fight, you decide to do so as well. "They've no weapons anyway, the shield seems pointless."

Feyd-Rautha shrugs, "If you insist."

You take a deep breath, "Let's get this over with."

You lightly stretch as you walk down the steps of the shallow pit to stand opposite the na-Baron's concubines. You had come into this on the pretense of righteousness. For Iassa, you told yourself. But you've known her a mere two days. A part of you wanted to show off. You were good and you knew it. You could probably kill anyone in this room, even Feyd-Rautha. You craved the respect of the people here: the Harkonnens, the people of Geidi Prime. You figured this was one way to get it.

Feyd-Rautha walks around the pit to one of his concubines and kneels to whisper something in her ear. You assume a fighting stance when he moves to release her from the chains. When you meet her eyes, they are filled with feral bloodlust.

Suddenly, you weren't so bold. The veil of courage you have maintained since you arrived, even when Feyd-Rautha had your neck in his grip, is torn apart when you face this woman. You could tell no part of her would hesitate to rip your throat out with her bare teeth. You were almost relieved they were unarmed, but you weren't sure if that would make them any less lethal.

Fear grew in your chest and you had less than a moment to recite the Litany in your head before the concubine lunged at you.

You crouch down in time and slash at her abdomen as she approaches you. You turn to face her on the other side of the pit and she wastes no time in attacking you again. She attempts to grab your armed hand but you take hold of her wrist first and move to pin it behind her back. Quickly, your blade drags across her throat and she falls to your feet.

The kill has not yet registered in your mind but your heart is racing. You can almost hear your blood coursing through your veins. You held your arms outstretched, your eyes focused ahead, ready for the next one.

Across the pit, Feyd-Rautha licks his lips, smiling as he releases his second concubine. This time, you walk toward her while she moves to attack you. You clock her head with the pommel of your dagger and knock her a few steps back. She reaches a hand to wipe the blood beginning to drip out of her nose. After examining it, she snarls and bares her sharp teeth at you. Your mind is blank now. She dodges your first slash then manages to land a blow to your jaw. You seethe from the pain. You spit out the mixture of blood and saliva filling your mouth. The anger at the hit drives you to rush at her. Seeing an opening, you duck down to her waist and stab her twice. As she falls to her knees, the look of determination doesn't leave her eyes until the very last moment.

When you turn around, Feyd-Rautha has already released the last concubine. The ruthless scream she lets out disorients you. She pounces and knocks you over. She straddles you and pins your arms to the ground, your blade sliding inches away. She screams again in your face at the death of her sisters. You wedge your right knee between you and her abdomen, the only thing keeping her teeth from reaching your throat. You grunt as you struggle to free your hands. In your periphery, you see Feyd-Rautha, wielding his own blade, take a step into the pit.

"GET BACK," you roar, and he is powerless to refuse.

You turn back to your opponent still on top of you and you butt her head with your own. She loosens her grip and you kick her off to hastily crawl to your weapon. When she reorients herself and attempts to grab you again, you hook a knee under her arm and flip the both of you over. With your weight on her chest and both your knees pinning her arms down, she thrashes underneath you, claws digging into your right ankle. You take your blade in both hands and her screaming is silenced when you sink your knife deep into her heart.

When you rise, the room is quiet. Your chest heaves. The stark white ceiling lights don't help the lightheadedness that begins to wash over you in the post-adrenaline rush. Feyd-Rautha says something from behind you but his speech is garbled as you reel from the thrill of what just transpired. You were electrified. You almost... wanted more.

Then, the realization of the revolting scene you are in settles upon you and you are knocked off your high. You look at the leather-clad bodies scattered around you, the grotesque way they lay on the floor, the red blood pooling around them made brighter by the sterile grayness of the room. You did this.

A hand on your shoulder snaps you out of it. In reflex, you turn and raise your blade at the offender.

Feyd-Rautha holds his hands up, "Whoa, easy, Atreides. Trying to kill me? Don't want to start a war, do you?"

You yield your weapon. Your eyes dodge his as you look to your feet and try to steady your breathing.

"Enjoy your first taste of blood?" Feyd-Rautha says, the look in his eyes indecipherable to you. He raises a hand and swipes his thumb on your cheek. It comes away covered in crimson.

You gasp and reach for your face with your own hand. You don't even know if it's your blood or theirs, or when it got on you. Your heart pounded, unable to decide whether you were repulsed or proud.

"Look at you," he says licking the red off his finger. You could not help but stare at him through the strands of your hair that had come undone in the fighting. "You're beautiful like this," his hand reaches for your face again.

"No," you say low and quiet when you swat his hand away, "you're sick." You didn't know if you meant him or yourself. You calmly turn to leave. No one stops you when you make your way up the shallow steps of the pit. As you pass Iassa—no, Zora—by the doorway, you tell her flatly, "Prepare a bath."

You had never taken a life before. Today, you took three. You were glad you didn't know their names. You decided you'd never find out.

After Zora pours a final pitcher of hot water into the bath, you tell her, "You may go. I'll dress myself later, thank you."

She bows and makes her way out of your rooms.

In your solitude, you bring your knees to your chest. You had been quick to wipe the blood off your cheek before you even reached your quarters. Now, you cup the water into your hands and rub it into your face, the slight sting of the heat comforting you.

He was a cruel man, your betrothed. This is what you've decided. Having you kill the concubines he claimed to want to keep so much. But wasn't it you who threatened to kill them? He started it, you argue with yourself, when he had Iassa killed. You felt like a child.

When you used to hear of Feyd-Rautha's exploits, you had to mask your disgust. And yet now, you had killed so easily in that pit as he had in the arena. What was this place doing to you?

When you left Caladan, Paul had never killed anyone either. You wonder if he ever does, would he feel the same exhilaration you did when you slit that first concubine's throat. No. Your brother was fierce but, like your father, he had a good heart. You beat him by three. You hoped it would stay that way.

You think about your future here, marrying Feyd-Rautha. Producing heir after heir under the Baron's watchful eye. You were a broodmare. Despite all your fancy training and education. Despite your little demonstration earlier. It was the bitter truth.

You missed home. You missed walking along the beach at night with your father. You missed your mother's gentle hands brushing your hair. You missed the banter and teasing with your brother. You missed Gurney, and Duncan, and the cold breeze on your balcony, and getting to roam free and going anywhere you pleased. When the tears come, you sink deep into the bath so they might fade away in the water.

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt:

Pairing: Mafia! Octavinelle and MC/Yuu/ Reader

Genre: Hurt/ Comfort ig? Slight crack

TW: Kidnapping, blood, minor character deaths, mc does get a little hurt, mentions of guns, usage of guns, violence (because mafia au), mc also curses at one point, talk of killing people, the prefect wears earrings and has hair (i saw someone use put this in warnings once). Let me know if I should add anything else!

AN: First request for TWST ^^ It's my first time writing for the Octavinelle trio, so please forgive me if they're ooc, I tried my best. This was very fun to work on! Send me asks if you wanna know more about my version of mafia!twst because I had so many thoughts about this entire au but I couldn't fit everything in one post lol. Not really happy with the ending (when am I ever) but I hope you enjoy!

"I'm telling you, you don't wanna do this," You warned your captors for the third time as they checked the cuffs holding you up by your arms. It was an uncomfortable position, kneeling with your arms restrained with metal chains above your head. Your shoulders felt sore, and with how every movement made the skin of your wrists rub against the harsh metal, you just knew that you were going to be sporting some pretty nasty bruises around them.

Vil was going to be furious about that.

You watched as the leader came into your range of vision, a self-satisfied smirk painting his face as he walked over to you. There was quite some distance for him to cross to reach you, and he took his sweet time as he leisurely walked over to you. Probably an intimidation tactic, just like how making you kneel was.

You looked at him, unperturbed. Your eyes roamed over the man, who for all his intimidation tactics, was nothing but a poor little boy way in over his head. A reckless little minnow who didn't know his place, as Floyd would say.

Speaking of Floyd. You grimaced at the monstrosity of an outfit the man was wearing. In all your time as a valued member of the mafia, you had seen many outlandish outfits, courtsey of the more openly unhinged Leech twin and the field of work you were in (power had a way of killing the fashion sense of people and letting it rot inside their head). But this... was on a whole another level.

You mentally lit a candle for everyone who had to witness the... very unique display.

A sharp slap snapped you out of your thoughts. 'Did this man, just backhand me? Well fuck you too bitch', You thought to yourself as you looked back at the still smirking man. You could feel a bit of wetness at the edge of your lip, a slight stinging also being felt at the same spot. Your tongue darted out, recognizing the metallic taste of blood as you gingerly licked at the small wound.

"So this is the little Prefect of Night Raven, hm? How... pathetic. Truly, the mafia organization has fallen if they allow the likes of you to hold any position higher than a discardable pawn," he huffed, and you resisted rolling your eyes. Here comes the villainous monologue, you thought to yourself.

As the man spoke, you took note of the people in the room. Apart from you and the man, there were five other men, all very familiar faces. All of them were earlier members of NRC, who left the organization 'honorably' before your appointment as the consigliere to Dire Crowley, the main boss.

There was nothing honorable about the way they were treating you right now though.

Very reluctantly, you listened to the man's speech about how he was basically aiming to cripple Night Raven Mafia by killing you. You forced back a yawn through the speech that was supposed to strike fear into your heart; unfortunately for him, you dealt with seven very unpredictable and occasionally difficult underbosses on a daily basis. Said underbosses must have already been informed of your forced absence.

Now it was just a matter of waiting and watching to see exactly who would come to your rescue...

The door slammed open as soon as you thought that, and the eyes of every person in the room turned to it. You smiled as a very familiar face entered the room, his mismatched eyes dark and foreboding.

"Hi Floyd," you chirped, unfazed by the frown on his face and the dangerous aura around him. Floyd's eyes met yours for a moment, brightening at seeing you, before turning even harsher when he saw the state you were in; clothes (gifted to you by Riddle) rumpled, carefully styled hair (courtesy of Vil) in a disarray, and a slight swelling on the side of your face you were struck at (which would send nearly everyone into a murderous frenzy).

"Who touched my Shrimpy?" Floyd growled out at the men. "Don'tcha know that I'm the only one allowed to rough them up? You're just begging to be squeezed to death."

At this point, the men, who were earlier frozen in fear, started to fumble with their guns. Before they could even get their weapons out, gunshots rang throughout the room, each man dropping to the floor one by one.

"Ah, pardon me, but I would prefer if you did not aim your weapons at my brother," a familiar voice spoke from behind Floyd to the now dead men in the room.

You grimaced at the blood now flowing out and seeping onto the floor, the puddle growing in size and inching closer to you.

"Jade, get me out of these things," you said, successfully getting his attention as you rattled the chains holding you up.

"Ah, of course dear Prefect," Jade hummed, and you did not need to look at his face to know that he was smiling. Jade walked over to you, stopping only to take the keys to your chains from the pocket of the leader. Placing the key into the lock and turning it released you from your uncomfortable position, and you yelped as you flopped onto the ground unceremoniously.

"Shrimpy~" Floyd's rapid changes in mood was one thing you did not believe you would ever get used to, "did you really get kidnapped by this sad little bunch of minnows?" He asked, pulling you to your feet and slightly spinning you.

"Shrimpy is so helpless~"

"Indeed," Jade smiled, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You would never get used to the all too malicious upturn of Jade's lips either. He took you from Floyd's arms, ignoring his twin's grumbling as he dusted off your clothes. "Pray tell, how could such... insignificant little men capture you, dear Prefect?"

Before you could answer, a third voice rang through the room. "Jade! Floyd! I told you not to kill any of them!" Azul huffed as he entered your line of vision, glaring at the two men who sandwiched you.

"Ah, pardon me Azul, but they were going to aim their weapons at Floyd. Not to mention how terribly they were treating the Prefect," Jade hummed, not at all repentant of his actions. Azul huffed in frustration, glaring at his consigliere.

You gave him a little wave, and Azul's eyes softened as they met yours. He looked calm and collected as he walked over to you, but the trembling of his hands as he held yours gave his true feelings away. His eyes quickly scanned your body for wounds, narrowing in displeasure at the reddened skin around your wrists and the cut on the corner of your lip.

"Prefect."

"Azul," you said, not missing the way his eyes relaxed considerably as he saw you wearing the seashell earrings he had gifted you. "Ah, so that was how Idia-san found out you were kidnapped almost immediately," he hummed. You raised an eyebrow at his words.

"The earrings have trackers in them," Jade helpfully explained.

"Well, in any case, we must take you back to the Lounge. Everyone else must have assembled there by now."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because, Prefect, we were supposed to bring your kidnappers so that a joint decision could be taken for their punishment," Azul sighed as he pushed his glasses up his nose slightly.

You glanced at your kidnappers, wrinkling your nose as the blood puddle slowly crept closer to your shoes. "They're dead."

"A most unfortunate incident, yes. But, nevertheless, their identities will suffice for now. This just goes to show that we must never leave any loose ties," Azul said ominously. "Perhaps my dear colleagues will learn a lesson from this."

"... Sure. And how did you three manage to make them stay back at the Lounge while you carried out this rescue mission?"

"The heads found it best to send us three since we were most likely to bring your captors back alive," Azul said, glaring at Floyd who just roamed around the room disinterested in the conversation. "Well, that is what Crewel and Trein thought, at least."

You chuckled. "I don't think the outcome would've been any different with the others either so... let's just get to the Lounge."

Azul smiled. "As you wish, Prefect."

#first time writing for octavinelle bbys im very nervous #apologies if they seem ooc or mischaracterized i didnt mean to #here goes nothing #twst #twst writing #twst fanfic #twst octavinelle #octavinelle #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x you #twosted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x mc #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #ice writes #my writing

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Cookie's Fic Recs

I feel like no one really does rec lists anymore! But last night I was feeling and sappy and mushy and decide to put together my own little list of fics I love. These are in no particular order, and they don't follow any real theme/tropes other than I dearly love them all, and you should definitely give them a read!

*I tried to tag everyone I could find a blog for, but if I missed anyone, please let me know I can tag them!

The Instinctual Gravitation Towards Warmth by kimkhimhant (@kimkhimhant)

This is my comfort fic. No joke, this is what I read when I want to die. It’s angsty as all hell, it’s made me cry, but it is so indescribably good. Kim is an addict going through recovery, finding love and family along the way. He hits rock bottom—arguably multiple times—but always claws his way back, always with the support of the people that love him. It’s such a beautifully written and cathartic story, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it. But it’s almost certainly the fic I’ve reread the most. 

Error in the Code by BlackwaterVial (@blackwatervial)

Sneaking this VegasPete onto my otherwise KimChay list bc it altered me. I think most people already know what it is, but jic: it’s a sci-fi/cyberpunk/android AU, and it’s one of the best things I’ve ever read. I go feral for androids and this fic delivers in all the best ways. The world building alone makes me weep. But all of the characters interactions, the way we get such an in depth feel for everyone despite the limited PoV, and the most satisfying take I’ve seen on android artificial intelligence ever—I can’t recommend this story enough. 

Idiots & Idioms by snickerdoodlles (@snickerdoodlles)

This one is actually a series, and it's genuinely so much fun to read. For the most part it's a SocMed fic with Chay taking over Wik's twitter and making it everyone's problem, and it's fkn hysterical. This one is actually a series, and it's genuinely so much fun to read. For the most part it's a SocMed fic with Chay taking over Wik's twitter and making it everyone's problem, and it's fkn hysterical.

Silver for Truth by snickerdoodlles (@snickerdoodlles)

This fic is the Kim & Khun vs. Tawan team-up we deserve. Kim is a ruthless, demented bitch, that's too cool to beat Tawan to death bc what if he messes up his wrists right before a show?? Big, get 'im. Kim is the feral-est cat ever, leaving behind evidence and bodies for Kinn bc saying "hey bro, I still love you/look out for you" is too much emotion for him. The fic is also from Tawan's PoV which also makes it the funniest thing ever, for reason that I won't spoil <3

The Wiked Lies We Live by shubaka (@shubaka)

Oh my god, this fic. Canon divergence (technically??) where most things happen as normal... except KimChay have been bodyswaped at the start of it. The little twists Shu puts on the events of canon, given it isn't the correct characters experiencing them (such as Big being very confused about why Kim is suddenly nice to him??) are so much fun.

A Portrait of Affection by froginthesun (@froginthesun)

Kim is an artist and Chay is the part time nude model he hires. ‘Nuff said right there, except no it isn’t, this fic is beautiful. Kim’s frustration with his craft is palpable, and so is the way he rediscovers his passion through Chay. The writing is wonderfully detailed, every chapter felt like walking through a museum. And tension slowly building between them—unf. 

Sunshine in My Closet by moneskin 

This is an A/B/O AU that is so satisfying to read. Typical hilarious boundary violations (Chay stealing Kim’s clothes, a bewildered Kim handing over a freshly worn outfit, having barely any idea who this strange kid is) characteristic of the AU, but then the story also delves deeper into more serious topics. Chay has a history of abuse from a past alpha that he has to learn how to navigate with Kim, who is incredibly patient and works hard to make Chay feel safe and loved. Overall a very sweet and comforting read. Seriously, this fic makes me melt.

Your Body Feels Like Disrespect by Blue_Jay (@bluejayfiction)

This fic is so funny because it begins with Kim blurting out, in the middle of an Important Mafia MeetingTM, that he and Chay aren’t having sex, and then wanting to die about it. Followed by Kim’s family trying very hard to both support and terrorize him. It’s hilarious, sexy, and one of my favorite reads when I need a pick me up. (Bless Kinn’s determination to be a Good and Supportive Brother, and Vegas for being the Worst Person Ever.) 

In Silent Screams (In Wildest Dreams) by BelladonnaWyck and StratsWrites 

This is definitely a darker fic. There’s DubCon, Kim is generally Sketchy, but it’s very hot. And I love explorations of his character where he isn’t just outwardly psychotic and cruel. This fic shows the kind of dark that I think Kim could have been, if you just tilted his character a little to the left. He still seems very much the way he is in canon, but he’s also… a lot more calculating and cold, sometimes. I love it. 

Forget-me-always by bisexualbard (@bisexualbard-writes)

I cannot sing the praises of this fic enough. I think it’s probably tied for IGTW for my most-read fics. I’ve probably read this one more often in reality, but only bc it’s shorter. But oh my god, does it hurt. Kim gets struck with amnesia post-break up, does a little light stalking, and gets Chay to help him learn/remember who he is. In the process realizes that wow his life sucks, and there’s no way he wants to go back to it. Especially if he’s the kind of person that hurt Chay. He would rather start over. (Ofc, he doesn’t get to). This fic makes me cry, it’s so good 

Coffeehouse Play by AirgodSLV

This is a canon divergence AU that I adore. The KimChay characterization is on point. I love that despite everything going on around them, they also get to be two boys that hang out and play videogames and try to shove each other off the couch while Porsche makes dinner. Given the age difference it’s so easy to make Kim Older and MatureTM, but he’s still a kid, and this story never once forgets that. It felt so honest and true to his character that Kim does have a lot of plans, and he’s very smart, but he’s also still so young, and sometimes shit just goes wrong. 

Want and Need by bisexualbard (@bisexualbard-writes)

God, this fic. T h i s f i c. Post-canon Chay goes to therapy and becomes a camboy (in that order) and it’s delicious. Watching the steady breakdown of his and Porsche’s relationship is so satisfying. Everything one of them does to make things worse feels awful, but is so in character that it’s hard to be mad at them for their decisions. Kim readily giving up control if it means he can be with Chay, and Chay getting a crash course in how to dom. All of it is just. So good. This is such a good fic

Your Look, Through This Lens by WildelyDawn (@wildelydawn)

AU where Chay becomes Kim’s photographer. This fic emotionally hobbled me. Just a fair warning. You will cry. But that said, the ending isn’t nearly as sad as the tags would have you believe! At least in my opinion. I think it’s fairly open/hopeful, and beautiful either way. I love the way this fic shows how Kim balances being Wik while also being part of the mafia. And I love how temperamental he is; always hot and cold, while remaining pretty even as far as how he expresses himself. Always very aloof/detached, just out of reach, with Chay never really sure where he stands/what Kim wants. But at the same time the fic happens just before Kim gets a big break, and the subtle ways he shows his excitement and nerves as things start coming together—it’s wonderful. 

Love’s a Two-Way Dream by giraffeter (@giraffeter)

This fic is dark. Kim atticwife’s Chay and it’s not a good time. But!! It’s not just dark for the sake of it; Kim is a genuine sociopath, yes, but it unfolds slowly. You get a sense of creeping dread as he does things that are just a little bit off, until finally the Big Bad Thing happens. At first he seems normal, playing the part of good and respectful boyfriend. But it just goes downhill from there, and I love every word of it. The ending especially is very satisfying. 

In the Dark of the Night by bisexualbard (@bisexualbard-writes)

Not to recc everything Bard writes, but… This is a rape recovery fic that I feel handles the subject matter incredibly well. There’s no gratuitous rape scenes, and even with the flashbacks, I don’t remember any of them being incredibly detailed. I think Bard handled the fic with incredible respect and grace. This is another one that’ll make you cry. The way Chay handles his past trauma while trying to have a relationship with Kim is so painfully real. And so is the way Kim wants to help him, but doesn’t really know how. But they figure it out together, and it’s amazing. (Also Kim acquires a stabby child in the form of an OC that I adore.) I just love the path Chay's recovery takes in this fic, it's so visceral and relatable. It's all around just. So good. I love this fic for the same reason I love IGTW and it's because both fics show an excellent depiction of recovery.

Chains and Crowns, A Flower Can Both Make by Sweet_William (@sweet-william-writes)

Incredibly Regency AU. Historical AUs are some of my all time favorites, and this is everything I didn’t know I needed. Sweet_William captures the essence of an Austen-esque style while still making this feel like the KinnPorsche characters. Chay is wonderfully feisty, Kim is delightfully complex, and the various family interactions always had me cackling. 

Simple Little Secrets by CorvusCloudburst (@cloudburst-ink)

Chay sees the future when he touches people. Kim thinks he’s either insane, a spy, or a conman. Oh, and Chay’s visions of Kim? Always sex-related. The shenanigans are endless. What more do you need?? They’re both crazy4crazy and it’s my favorite thing ever. Their banter is snappy and fun, the writing is sexy, and it never once gave me second-hand embarrassment despite Chay’s horrible situations. 

#cookie speaks #kimchay #kinnporche the series #fic rec #anyway i love all of you #I hope this makes people's days a lil brighter #<3<3<3

[yourqueenb]

No one:

PB writing their Inside Choices blogs:

It’s getting hot in the writer’s room… And it’s all because of our upcoming VIP release — Smut By Another Name! So book team, what can you tell us about this steamy new story?

Berry: You have just moved into a new town to start your new job. Hard-working and eager to please, you hope things go smoothly so that you can prove yourself. But what will happen when your brooding boss makes you a sexy offer you can’t refuse?

Ooooh, how interesting! I wonder what that offer could be. 🤔 Speaking of, who is this brooding boss of ours?

Jane Doe: A billionaire with an attitude, Dixon Balzac always gets what they want and has no issues with breaking a rule or two. As the CEO, they know their way around the boardroom. But as God’s gift to women, they also know their way around the bedroom. *wink wink*

Joe Schmoe: Dixon loves to throw their weight and their wallet around, which becomes very clear after they set their sights on you. But I think players will be surprised to find that there’s more to them than meets the eye. What secrets do they have? And will you be brave enough to get down and dirty in order to find out?

Wow, we’re swooning already! Are there any other characters we should be excited about or on the lookout for?

Tom: Honestly, you should absolutely get excited about your character! Don’t let her innocence and inexperience fool you! MC might need a moment to find her footing. But once she does, she’s a headstrong woman who isn’t afraid of responding with a little sass when the situation calls for it.

Dick: Be on the lookout for your new project manager! As a perfectionist and Dixon’s wife, there’s no telling when she’ll pop up with 10 pages worth of notes on your latest assignment or nosy questions about the nature of you and Dixon’s budding relationship.

Berry: I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m super excited for players to meet our crazy quirky cast of supporting characters, especially one uber prepared best friend! Dressia is always there for you whether you need relationship advice or a hot new outfit to impress a special someone.

Hot new outfits you say? What can we expect from the closet in this book? Give us the scoop!

Jane Doe: Since this book puts the “sin” in “business”, you can expect some very risqué office wear. Low-cut blouses, rising hemlines, lacy thigh highs, oh my! If Dixon Balzac were my boss, I’d definitely stock my real life closet with these outfits.

We can barely contain our excitement! Okay, last question: What did the writing team use as inspiration for this titillating title?

Berry: The team had so much fun perusing classics, modern bestsellers, and popular Wattpad stories alike! We found a little bit of inspiration in every single one, which has allowed us to create a totally original, not at all carbon copied new book for our catalogue. So we hope you enjoy it!

And there you have it, folks! Keep your eyes peeled for Smut By Another Name, releasing next Friday! 🍓

#choices #choices stories you play #playchoices #choices app #choices tda #choices the duchess affair #choices surrender #choices tna #choices the nanny affair #choices rwb #choices roommates with benefits #choices tch #choices the cursed heart

[umeoniii]

Can you do lesbian fluff (or smut) for the aot girls????

lesbian relationship hcs w aot girls

nsfw & sfw

w: annie, mikasa, sasha,

annie:

☆ very introverted obvi, but she can actually be very extroverted w her s/o

☆ prefers cute dates at food places like bakeries or sushi restaurants

☆ loves when her s/o makes her sweets

☆ for gifts i feel like she writes things, like letters or poems maybe even a song (probably too embarrassed to sing though)

☆ not the most affectionate but when she is she’s a lot, like a lil puppy dog

☆ sleeps a lot, she sleeps all over her s/o

she falls asleep on their lap, shoulders, stomach i feel like she’s a really sleepy girl

☆ likes hearing her s/o’s stories and adventures

she likes giving her input and opinions

☆ wears ur hoodies maybe bcs she likes the smell, maybe bcs their comfier, maybe bcs she likes bugging you

☆ gets flustered when you even show that you think abt her

☆ actually anything you do makes her flustered deep down

☆ takes turns w u giving back massages

☆ forcefully takes you w her to the gym

you don’t even have to work out but she still wants you there

☆ she lets you touch her abs, even though she finds it odd

~

♡ she’s more dominant BUT she can be more subby depending on how she’s feeling

♡ loud

♡ likes scissoring

♡ when she is feeling submissive she likes when her s/o eats her out

♡ owns a good amount of sex toys, she bought them really for you

♡ very great stamina

♡ can last a few rounds before getting overstimulated and tired

mikasa:

☆ little spoon when sleeping

☆ very introverted even with her s/o

☆ likes quite and secluded dates, like a picnic

☆ likes when you take photos of her but she doesn’t like for the whole world to see them

☆ makes things for her s/o

something as small as cookies or as big as a crocheted sweater

☆ type of gf who would share a milkshake willingly

☆ super cuddly and warm

☆ remembers lots of things abt you, some things you’d render “useless”

like you had a hamster named zunie in 5th grade

☆ has a playlist of songs that make her think of u

☆ let’s you pick out her outfits sometimes

☆ keeps all the plushies you’ve ever bought her

~

♡ sub

♡ whimpers and whines

♡ holds you very tightly

♡ sometimes she lowkey gets all somber and sad during sex whispering stuff like “please don’t leave me ever”

♡ sex is very intimate w her

♡ squirter

♡ when she is giving to her s/o she literally eats pussy like a starved woman

sasha:

☆ naggy loud gf

it’s very sweet though

☆ shows her s/o a lot of love…. a lot

she gives you wet kisses and blows raspberries into your tummy

☆ you guys alr know she likes dates at restaurants but i feel like she’d also like people watching, feeding ducks, or the movies. she likes fun stuff

☆ never a dull moment with her

☆ sleeps wildly, sometimes you just gotta sleep on the couch. she probably snores too.

☆ she’s the type to post all pictures of you for the world to see. ALL

☆ makes slideshows on stuff like why she thinks you guys should buy a roomba

☆ forces u to do couplely things like match outfits

☆ buys corny cards for holidays

“you’re purrfecf for me! love, sash”

☆ play wrestles

takes it way too far. she jumps off the couch and tries to body slam you

☆ if you have bigger boobs just know she’s not gonna leave em alone

she lies on them to sleep and she always just touches them and gropes them

she makes “jokes” about you breastfeeding her and calling you mommy (it’s not really a joke)

~ ♡ def calls you mommy in bed regardless of chest size

♡ with all the eating she does she’s gotta be able to eat pussy

♡ vv whiny

♡ sub

♡ cant last longer than around 2 minutes

♡ will literally touch herself right next to u in bed while you’re sleep

♡ puts whipped cream on your body and licks and eats it off

.

a/n: i am SO sorry this took so long, i literally got stuck and was gonna try and make this one super duper long but i gave up on it and finished it last .°(ಗдಗ。)° . i hope u enjoy it n’ if there’s another character u wanna see u can request it! <333

#umeswritin!~ #aot imagines #aot hcs #aot x female reader #aot x reader smut #aot smut #annie leonhardt x reader #snk annie #annie aot smut #annie snk #mikasa headcanons #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #snk mikasa #sasha aot #sasha x reader #sasha smut aot #sasha braus x reader #sasha braus smut #sasha braus headcanons #wlw smut

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

'*•.¸♡𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺♡¸.•*'

TW : drinking ; alcohol ; reader being drunk ; smut ; this chapter is a mess and it took me like 4 days to write it ; I am not good at smut ; I apologize ;

Word Count : 6.7k

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Parties weren’t your thing, they never had been, and the thought of going to a frat party at any point in your life had always disgusted you. You heard about what happened at those types of things, you heard about the heavy drinking and the sinful activities that happened behind locked doors in random rooms. You never wanted to take part in that, you didn’t even want to be associated with those kinds of things. 

Things had changed, and you weren’t sure whether they had changed for the better or for worse. Hyunjin always went to those parties, and that explained why he was the way he was, why you constantly had your heart broken, but you had gotten to a point that you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You just wanted to have fun, you wanted to have the same kind of fun that Hyunjin had, that all of your friends were now having. 

Things had changed, and you weren’t sure whether they had changed for the better or for worse. Hyunjin always went to those parties, and that explained why he was the way he was, why you constantly had your heart broken, but you had gotten to a point that you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You just wanted to have fun, you wanted to have the same kind of fun that Hyunjin had, that all of your friends were now having. 

Things had changed, and you weren’t sure whether they had changed for the better or for worse. Hyunjin always went to those parties, and that explained why he was the way he was, why you constantly had your heart broken, but you had gotten to a point that you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You just wanted to have fun, you wanted to have the same kind of fun that Hyunjin had, that all of your friends were now having. 

Things had changed, and you weren’t sure whether they had changed for the better or for worse. Hyunjin always went to those parties, and that explained why he was the way he was, why you constantly had your heart broken, but you had gotten to a point that you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You just wanted to have fun, you wanted to have the same kind of fun that Hyunjin had, that all of your friends were now having. 

You truly had no intention of going to that party, the entire night had been planned around movie night with Jeongin, but then you saw Seungmins post… If he could go to the party, why couldn’t you? You missed him, you missed Jisung… And even though Minho had been an ass in the last moments that you had spoken to him, you missed him too. It wasn’t something that you could tell Jeongin though, he was far too protective of you to let you admit that to yourself, he was always so worried about you getting hurt. 

Jeongins arm was wrapped around your waist, his stance over you more like a bodyguard than that of a friend, and while you could lie to yourself and say that you didn’t know why, you knew that it was because you looked good. The outfit that you were wearing wasn’t something that he or any of the other guys had ever seen you in before. The eyes of everyone in the room turned to look at you as you walked in, and instead of faking politeness and turning away after a second, they continued to stare, and as if they were cartoon characters, their jaws dropped in shock. 

“I really don’t think we should be here… I can take you out to dinner or something so the outfit doesn’t go to waste…” Jeongin whispered into your ear, his grip around you tightening as he met eyes with one of the men who had been staring at you a little longer than the others. “I don’t like the way people are-” 

His sentence was cut off as Hyunjin strode over to you, his eyes narrowed as he looked between you and Jeongin, and then his fingers were wrapping around your wrist to try to pull you away from your best friend. “Funny seeing you here, isn’t it?” Hyunjin mumbled, giving up almost immediately when he realized that Jeongin wasn’t going to let you go so easily. “You never came to any parties with me… But Jeongin is good enough, right?” 

You rolled your eyes, not planning on saying anything, you didn’t want to give him the time of day, you had given him enough of your time already. All you really wanted to do was walk away, make your way to the kitchen and grab a few drinks, forget the fact that you in fact didn’t belong here, that Hyunjin was here as well as your old friends. “You’re damn right I’m good enough.” Jeongin snarkily responded, his thumb brushing against your waist in an effort to keep himself from going off too much. “At least when she’s here with me she doesn’t have to worry about being left alone while you go off to fuck some other girl.” 

Hyunjins eyes went dark, and you saw his body tense up, his hands balling into fists as he took a step closer to Jeongin. “Enough.” You snapped, although your eyes never glanced over to Jeongin. You were speaking solely to Hyunjin, not wanting a fight to break out, you didn’t want Jeongin to get hurt just for speaking the truth. “Just go do whatever you were here to do Hyunjin. I’m not here with you or for you anyway.” 

You grabbed Jeongins hand, walking further into the house, and you could tell that he was amped up just by how hard it was to pull him away from Hyunjin. Maybe he wanted to actually fight him, finally take out all of his anger on the guy that had you laying in bed crying so many nights. “I fucking hate that guy, I swear to god I do.” Jeongin mumbled to himself as you dragged him away, only stopping once you felt comfortable enough to let him go. “We don’t belong here, Y/N.” He grumbled as he grabbed one of the red plastic cups off the counter, throwing his head back to let the straight liquor trickle down his throat and calm his nerves. 

“It’s over with, let’s just not worry about him. We’re here to have fun, Innie.” You retorted, grabbing a cup of your own and taking small sips of it, trying not to let your face give way to the fact that you hated the taste. Truthfully though, you had never been to a party so you didn’t know the first thing to do. So many people were there, and they looked like they were already absolutely wasted. There were couples, or, what looked to be couples grinding against each other in the middle of the room shamelessly, and just catching a glimpse of them had your body burning up with embarrassment for them. 

“Hey…” The voice came from behind you, and again, just like every other instance before this, you knew the voice so well. The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you turned to look at the man, his eyes sparkling in the bright light of the kitchen. “I didn’t know you guys would be here… I saw the other guys too.” 

You remembered what Minho had said, the texts that had come from Felix when he had texted you himself. Was it just a coincidence that he had come over right after what had happened with Hyunjin? “Didn’t know you were the type to come to parties like this either…” You muttered, trying not to look into his eyes too long, knowing that you’d get lost in them. No matter how suspicious he was, he was beautiful, but he was also in a relationship. No matter how much you thought you wanted him, he was unreachable, untouchable, and maybe that was a good thing. He was Hyunjins best friend, even if Felix wasn’t in a relationship, it would only create more drama, and that was something that you didn’t need in your life. 

“I was invited out… I didn’t have anything else to do…” Felix muttered, looking around at the drinks that lined the table, scrunching his nose up at the harsh smell of alcohol that filled the entire room. “Are you here with everyone else? I didn’t see you guys together…” 

You sighed heavily, you didn’t want to talk about them, you didn’t want to constantly be reminded of the friends that clearly chose Minho over you. “No, she’s here with me. It’s just me and her. Her and I. Just the two of us, and we plan on keeping it that way.” Jeongin said harshly, clearly annoyed by the constant disturbances that the two of you were getting while there. Now you understood why he’d rather stay at your place and watch a movie. He didn’t have to fend off the people that asked too much or get rid of Hyunjin when it was just the both of you in the comfort of your apartment. 

Felixs cheeks hollowed, like he was biting the inside of them, fighting back the urge to say something. “It’s always that way, isn’t it?” Was all he said before picking up one of the cups that he clearly didn’t want to drink the contents of, but he needed something to make it look like that was the reason he came into the kitchen in the first place. 

The party wasn’t what you expected it to be, it wasn’t like the parties that you saw in movies or posts online, at least not for you. It was awkward mostly, the feeling of eyes on you whichever room you walked into, the whispers that you thought were about you and Jeongin being together. Would it really matter? Everyone on campus already assumed it, hell, even your friends assumed that there was more between you and Jeongin. They were wrong though, you and Jeongin knew that you were just friends, and that’s all it would be, all it ever would be. 

The only thing the party had that both you and Jeongin could indulge yourselves in were the drinks, and that’s exactly what you both did. The two of you spent most of the time in the kitchen, refilling your drinks every time you both got the cups down to a single drop at the bottom. By the second hour of the party you both were absolutely gone, holding onto each other for support as you staggered through the crowds of people that could handle their liquor better than the two of you combined. 

“Inniee…” You slurred, gripping onto his shirt as he dropped down onto the couch, the movement causing you to fall down practically on top of him. He chuckled softly, the sound coming from deep in his chest as he pulled you closer to him, resting his forehead against your back. “The room is… spinning… a lot…” You mused drunkenly, looking around the room as if everything was new although you had already been there for hours. 

“Bunny…” He groaned, the vibration of his voice against your back sending chills down your spine. “I really think… I should be taking you home… Soon…” He said, he sounded so tired already, and even though the two of you had walked there, you didn’t trust either of yourselves to walk anywhere by yourselves or together. 

It felt like the both of you could fall asleep right then and there, it probably would have been better that way, to just sleep off the alcohol that you both had filled yourselves with, if not for what was about to happen. 

“Ijun!” The voice shouted, it was familiar, but you had never heard it like that, not that loud, not that angry, and even though your head felt like it would fall off if you moved, you whipped it around to follow the direction of the voice. You saw Felix standing in the middle of the room, everyone else had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold. “What the hell?!” 

You got up from Jeongins lap, much to his disappointment, and you followed the path of Felixs eyes to see Hyunjin with his hands on a blonde girl's hips, her eyes wide as she looked at Felix, and Hyunjin looking just as shocked as she was. “Felix… I..” The girl spoke, but he shook his head, his tears glistening under the strobing LED lights. 

“I can’t believe you’d do that…” And you didn’t know who he was talking to at the moment, but you saw Hyunjin step forward, his hands out in front of him in defense. “Don’t. DON’T! I can’t believe you… with my girlfriend… MY GIRLFRIEND!” 

Felix was seething, but the sudden influx of drama had everyone gasping. “Your… How was I supposed to know?! I didn’t… I swear to god I didn’t! She never said…” Hyunjin was absolutely struck with panic, looking between the girl that was apparently Felixs girlfriend and Hyunjins hookup for the night. 

“How long…? How long have you been doing this?” Felixs attention was back on his girlfriend, or ex girlfriend based on the way he was reacting right now. She sniffled softly, but you knew the sound, the fakeness behind it, she wasn’t upset about hurting him, she was just upset that she had got caught. She didn’t answer him though, and he looked around the room, Felixs eyes landing on you, and then he was striding over. 

You were drunk, too drunk to realize what was going on or what was about to happen. Before you could even react, Felixs hands were on your cheeks, his face moving close to yours until his lips crashed against yours. It was unexpected, and you were stunned, completely frozen in your spot, but you heard the people around you gasp loudly. Your head was spinning and your ears were ringing, but through the buzz you could hear multiple people yelling, and while you could make out Hyunjins and Jeongins voices, you knew you heard more than them. 

“What the fuck…” You whispered, flustered from the suddenness of it all, the force behind the kiss had your head feeling hazy, and the worst part was that you didn’t mind it… You actually wanted more. 

“I’m…” Felix started, his cheeks burning bright red as his eyes still twinkled with tears. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to do that… I…” His words hurt, they hurt more than you thought they would, especially considering the fact that you didn’t actually know him, you were simply attracted to him, it shouldn’t hurt you this much. 

He quickly walked off, and it was clear that he had left based on the sound of a door being slammed shut. Maybe it was the intoxication that made the feeling of rejection feel far worse than it should. “Innie…” He was the only person you felt like you had now, the only person that could ease the pain and the embarrassment of the rejection. 

Jeongin jumped from the couch, tripping over his own feet in the process to wrap his arms around you. “It’s okay, bunny… Come on… Let me get you home…” He murmured, his hands moving up to your face to quickly wipe away the tears that had unbeknownst to you, begun to fall. 

You heard the murmurs of people behind you, but your head was spinning, there was so much going on, you couldn’t focus on any one voice. It was best that you pay attention solely on Jeongin, his arm around you and his soft voice coaxing you and reassuring you that it would be okay even though it felt like the complete opposite. 

Did the air feel colder because the liquor had warmed your body so much? The outfit that had kept you warm in the early spring air just a couple hours earlier was now unable to keep out the chill of the night. The only thing that brought you a slight bit of warmth was clinging to Jeongins side, which he didn’t mind at all, in fact he seemed to pull you closer whenever your steps became staggered and you moved even an inch away from him. 

The tears continued to fall from your eyes as you walked, and Jeongin had at some point run out of comforting things to say, opting to let you cry until the tears ran out, and then stay with you for the rest of the night to make sure they never resurfaced. 

“I just don’t know why..” You started, but he shushed you, his hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly. At least wait until he gets you back to your apartment so that he could actually talk you through the breakdown that Felix had caused in you. 

Of course Jeongin wanted to go off, he hadn’t been so drunk that he didn’t realize just how wrong it was what Felix had done. Seeing the hurt and confusion in your eyes as you stood there, the embarrassment that radiated off of you, it hurt him, and that’s why he wanted to get you out of there as quickly as possible. 

“We shouldn’t have gone to the party… I’m sorry…” You mumbled, using the sleeve of your sweater to wipe your eyes, unfazed by the residue of makeup that stained the fabric. “I’m so stupid.” 

“Hey!” He didn’t mean to speak so loudly, having not sobered up yet or even close to it, the volume of his voice came out much louder than it should have, but it had gotten your attention and that’s all he needed. “Don’t say that… You’re perfect and… and you’re not stupid… You don’t have to apologize… I just want you to be happy…” 

He sounded so shy, so nervous as he said it, which was strange considering the fact that he said things like that all the time. It seemed like making sure you were happy was his main reason for living at this point, at least he made it seem that way. 

The rest of the walk seemed like a blur, and neither of you said another word. To the world, the two of you probably looked like a couple that had a little too much to drink, staggering home late at night. Your apartment was only a couple more buildings down, but Jeongin insisted that he walk you the whole way home, refusing to let you out of his sight until he got you up and into your actual apartment. 

“Really wish they’d put an elevator in…” Jeongin mumbled as he got you through the main doors of the building, his hand gripping onto your waist more firmly now as you both made your way to the stairs. You giggled softly, but your laughter was cut short by the intrusive thought that seemed to come back just when you were on the verge of forgetting about it. “I don’t like when you’re sad, bunny…” Jeongin murmured, silently thankful for the fact that you only lived on the second floor. 

The pout that formed on your lips had his heart tightening, but you quickly turned away, fumbling in your purse that hung loosely in the crook of your elbow. “Not sad…” You huffed, but the both of you knew better, it’s just that neither of you pressed the matter. “Where’s the damn keys…” You muttered, yanking out receipts and random pieces of paper that littered the inside of your purse. Maybe your highly charged emotions were sparking the annoyance inside of you, your mental state wasn’t the best, especially not when clouded with the many drinks that you had tonight. 

“Let me get them…” Jeongin offered, trying to reach for your purse, but you yanked it away from his fingers before he could even get them on the bag. “Y/N…” He whispered your name, watching the tears form once more, something that he promised he’d keep from happening once you had stopped crying the first time. You dropped the purse to the floor before crumbling in front of it, digging out all of the contents of it, all while sobbing and muttering incoherently. “Please… Y/N… Let me just-” 

He had bent down to help you, his hands fumbling to stop yours from continuing to scavenge through the bag, but then you looked up at him, the tip of your nose damp with the tears that had managed to cling to it, your mascara and eyeliner running down your cheeks and leaving darkened streaks beside the ones that had already been made. “What’s wrong with me?” You whispered, and he heard the sound of you swallowing thickly as you shakily gasped for a breath. “Am I not good enough for anyone?” 

Jeongin was left speechless. He had hoped that through the years of being your best friend that he had shown you better than anyone else could that you were the best that anyone in the world could be lucky enough to be with. Clearly it hadn’t worked, the words that he’d tell you on a daily basis hadn’t stuck with you, at least not deeply, not enough to break through into your drunken mental state. “You are… You’re amazing, bunny. People are just too stupid to realize that… I’m sorry that they are. You’re perfect…” He murmured, quickly fishing the keys out of your bag now that he had a chance to. “Let’s get inside, okay? I don’t want people seeing you like this.” 

Your bottom lip trembled as you looked up at him, still on your knees in the hallway, and your eyes glassy with fresh tears. “A-Are you… embarrassed of me?” You stammered, and the words had his jaw dropping, holding out his hand to grab yours and pull you up into his arms, holding you close against his chest as he rubbed circles into your back, letting you cry into his shirt. 

“Never…” He took a deep breath, the scent of you, perfume and hard liquor with a slight scent of hairspray, filling his nostrils. “I just don’t want people to judge you… Make assumptions…” He used his free hand to unlock your front door before quickly making his way inside. “You’re so cold, bunny…” You felt cold, and you thought that the feeling was more of an internal thing, but clearly the chill of the night had been real and it lingered against your skin, clung to it, stealing your warmth. “Let’s warm you up.” 

He pulled away, moving to go into the kitchen, but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards you. “Y-You can warm me up…” You said, a shyness in your voice as you batted your lashes, although it wasn’t exactly to try to be cute or anything, it was simply to get the tears out of your eyes. He watched you closely, your shoulders shrugging to drop the little cardigan that you had been wearing, and his eyes quickly moved to the floor where it pooled around your feet. “Innie… Please…” You were begging, and he felt his body burn, his nerves on edge as you moved closer to him, your fingers tugging at his shirt as you pushed yourself up on your toes to try to kiss him. 

“Bunny…” The name was said now as a way to deter you, and god did he hate having to do that. It’s not like he didn’t want you. Everyone on campus knew he did, at least in some way, but he loved you too much to ruin what it was that you had right now, that’s why he didn’t try anything more. Sure, he had those three days in the sixth grade, it had been weird then… But had he missed his real chance by trying to protect his friendship with you? Had he even had a chance with you at all beyond those three days? “You’re drunk… You… You don’t know what you’re saying.” Your lips parted to say something, but he quickly pressed his finger against them to silence whatever it was that was about to leave your mouth. “Let me just get you something warm to drink, okay?” 

Your heels dropped back down to the floor in one swift moment, your aura now exuding a sassiness that he would have found adorable if he wasn’t so flustered. Your arms crossed over your chest as your bottom lip jutted out. Oh how he wished you would want him like this when you were sober, when your heart wasn’t broken and you weren’t swimming in a dark sea of emotions brought on by the rejection from Felix. He always said he’d be your source of comfort, but not like this… It wasn’t fair to you or him. 

He quickly moved to the kitchen, pulling out two cups for the tea he was about to make. He had left you in the doorway, assuming that you’d stay there pouting until he brought you your drink. Then he felt your arms wrap around him from behind, your face nestling into the dip of his toned back. “Not drunk…” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt. “I just… want you…” His heart skipped a beat at the words, although he knew better than to take it for any kind of confession. “Don’t you want me too?” 

For fucks sake, of course he did. Anyone would jump at the offer, but he’d feel awful about it, taking advantage of your raw emotions like this. “Of course I do, bunny. I want you to be warm, and I want you to get some sleep. Your head is probably spinning.” How amazing it was that he could twist the situation into something more wholesome than what was probably going on in your mind right now. He was doing his best at least, but the feeling of your fingers tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, your cold skin lightly brushing against his, was making it far harder than he thought it would be. 

“You think I’m ugly… don’t you?” Oh how incredible it was that you could take his words and turn them into something so negative, it left him astounded, incredulous, dumbfounded even. How could you even think that? Had he not told you enough how beautiful he thought you were? 

He whipped around, the action causing you to stumble forward against his chest, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. “What are you talking about? You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re being foolish, bunny.” He shook his head as he stared at you, your makeup smudged and your upper lip raw from wiping at your nose so much. You looked pathetic, so pathetically beautiful, how could anyone not love you the way he did? How could someone like Hyunjin hurt you so badly? How could someone like Felix play with your emotions like they were nothing but a game to him? 

“Then… Why won’t you kiss me? You’re… You’re lying, aren’t you?” You whispered, moving your hands up to land over his. “I’m not drunk anymore… I just thought… Nevermind. You can leave now.” You tried to pull his hands from your cheeks, but his hold was tight, not painful, but he didn’t let go, his thumbs brushing along your cheek bones as he stared at you with darkened eyes. 

“Dammit, bunny…” His tongue darted along his lips before they crashed down against yours, and only then did his hands move, one to your lower back to move you closer to him as the other snaked into your hair, getting tangled in strands of it to hold you steady. It was like electricity, the tingling that he felt as soon as your lips touched, the way his mind so quickly lost every wholesome thought, immediately diving into the gutter. He had tried to push down his want for you for so long, but you had opened up the opportunity, you had given him this chance, you were pleading with him to take it, and why should he deny you of what you wanted? 

“Innie!” You whined, tugging at his shirt, pulling him towards the couch. This was the final chance to back out, if he wanted to, but god he really didn’t want to. This would be the only time he could have you like this. Would it make things awkward in the morning? He wasn’t sure, and while that thought worried him slightly, in the moment, he couldn’t care less. “Need you so bad… Innie, please…” 

He grunted softly as he pulled you down on his lap, both thanking and cursing everything and everyone that you were wearing a dress, the material riding up your thighs until it sat around your hips, fulling exposing the lace panties that you were wearing, the light pink fabric darkening against your core with your arousal. “Fuck… Bunny, you’re so beautiful…” He panted, his hands moving across your body aimlessly, not even trying to find a place for them to land. He wanted to feel you, he needed to feel you, burn the image of you so needy and desperate for just him into his mind. 

“Mn… You’re so perfect…” You breathed, pulling his shirt over his head and letting your fingers trail down his abs, taking a moment to appreciate just how perfect he truly is. Everything about him, the sounds he made, the facial expressions, the way his hands felt on your hips to help guide you, setting the right pace at just the right spot, giving you both the friction that you needed. 

“Wanna see you… all of you…” His voice was so husky, so low, just that was enough to have your thighs squeezing around him as the knot in your stomach tightened. A deep chuckle sounded in his chest as he pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders until they hung loosely around your elbows. Your chest was on full display for him, the sight of it right in front of his eyes had him salivating, and without a second thought he latched his lips around one of your nipples, circling his tongue around the bud as his other hand kneaded at your other breast. Your moans filled his ears, how beautiful they sounded as your head fell back and the rolling of your hips became faster against him. 

With a small pop of his lips, he pulled back, his eyes lidded as he looked up at you. “More, Innie… Need more of you… All of you…” He knew exactly what you meant and his cock twitched in his pants, he was already rock hard just from kissing you, the head of his dick coated in precum, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d last inside of you, but god, he wanted to feel you wrapped around him so badly. 

He gently pushed you up off of him, just long enough to get his pants down, pushing them lower until they were down around his ankles. “C’mere, bunny.” His tone was hushed, his hands reaching out to grab your hips and pull you back down onto him. His cock strained against his boxers, and his breath hitched in his throat when your hand moved down between your bodies, your fingers wrapping loosely around his length. 

“So big…” You hummed, tightening your hold around him as you slowly started to stroke his member, your thumb swiping across his tip to collect the precum that seeped out. His head fell back against the couch, his eyes closed as his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs, his hips bucking up into your hand as quiet whimpers drifted through his slightly parted lips. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, and he had felt such guilt over it, but now that he was finally living out his dream, that guilt was gone. You were making him feel good, better than that actually, he felt amazing, and he only wanted to return the favor. “Want you inside of me.” Your words had him jumping into action quickly, grabbing your wrist to pull your hand from his cock. He was rushing, god he wanted you so fucking bad, and he pulled his dick out through the little hole in his boxers, watching the way your eyes widened momentarily at the size of him. 

“You alright?” He murmured, cupping your cheeks once more to pull your face down to his, pressing quick kisses along your lips and across your face. “We don’t have to… It’s alright…” One last chance, one last choice. Did you really want to do this? You blinked a few times, and then got up, and for a moment he felt like you were done, you were backing out. Maybe that’s the way it had to be, he’d never get to fully have you, but he had you enough, and that should be enough. 

Your thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties, and you slowly inched them down until they were around your feet. “D-Do you want to…?” You asked, shy once more, your arms folded in front of yourself, blocking him from seeing the beauty that was you. 

“Fuck…” Was all he could muster to say, grabbing you once more and pulling you down on the couch, helping you to lay down and making sure the pillows were comfortably under your head before positioning himself between your legs. His hand was wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking it slowly as he slid his tip between your folds, falling in love with your body, the way it reacted to his touch, falling in love with you and the way you looked beneath him. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” 

This was everything he had ever wanted, everything he needed, to be with you like this. He thought that being friends was enough, being able to sleep beside you and hold your hand, to comfort you when you were upset, he thought that it had all been enough for him, but it wasn’t. It would never be enough after being with you like this. “What are you thinking?” You asked softly, your hands moving up his arms to grip onto his biceps, the muscles beneath his skin flexing under your touch. “Tell me, Innie…” 

His head shook before dropping down, his bangs dangling in your face and tickling your nose. “Nothing… I’m alright, bunny…” And he was, he really was, everything in this moment just felt right. There was no other time that he could think of right now that felt just as perfect as this one he was living in. “You alright?” 

Your head nodded quickly, your eyes shimmering with anticipation and excitement. “‘Course I am, In.” You whispered, your throat becoming dry from your open mouthed breathing. This could go back and forth for hours, him hesitating, you asking him if he was okay, and him agreeing before returning the question in your direction. It could go on and on until you both ended up laughing at each other, and then nothing would ever come of this moment. He didn’t want that to happen. 

“Right… Alright…” Fuck, he was so nervous, but his cock was twitching against his hand, aching to get between the warmth of your folds that were so slick and looked so so very inviting. He lined his tip up with your dripping entrance, and just the feeling of prodding against you had his body going weak, his arm that had been supporting him above you wobbling and threatening to give out. 

It wasn’t just the warmth of your juices that had his heart quickening in pace. It was how tight you seemed, the thought of your velvety walls enveloping his cock so completely. “Be easy…” You murmured, your hands pressed against his chest just enough to stop him from pushing in too quickly. “I haven’t… done anything… in…” He could tell you were embarrassed, so his lips met yours to shush you, humming softly into your mouth. 

“I know… Let me take care of you, bun.” His lips trailed to the corner of your mouth and across your cheek, his kisses leaving an almost electric tingling sensation along your skin. You sheepishly nodded, holding your breath as you felt him push into you. It was like your first time all over again, the pain of being stretched and knowing that he wasn’t even completely inside of you yet. Your hands fell from his shoulders that you were holding onto so tightly, covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers. “You okay? Tell me…” 

You nodded quickly, a small squeak slipping from your mouth the only form of a response that you could give him. You were so cute, all the time, but especially like this, when it felt like you were truly his. He pushed in deeper, the both of you gasping simultaneously when he bottomed out. Your eyes were screwed shut, but his eyes were wide open, looking directly at you, gaging your reaction and your expressions. “Shit… So big, Innie…” 

You were stroking his ego right now, and he would have been so smug about it if his thoughts weren’t clouded by how amazing you felt, your walls clamping down around him, so wet, so warm, and all his. “Y-Yeah?” He questioned, his eyes glancing down between your bodies to see himself completely sheathed inside of you, the sight causing his cock to twitch. “Do you… Want me to move or…?”

“Yeah… I mean… If you want to… I-I want you… to…” Why was it that the two of you were so extremely nervous now? Could it be that the multiple shots of liquid courage that the two of you had drunk were now fading, the effects of the liquor wearing off? If it wore off completely, would you want him to stop? Would you realize that what you were doing wasn’t good? God, he hoped not. Maybe by the end of this, you’d end up choosing him, you’d realize he was the only one who could love you and care for you, the only one who wanted to do both of those things for you. 

“Anything for you, bun… Anything…” He murmured, lowering his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses along your overly sensitive skin as he slowly started moving, rocking his hips in and out of you at just the right pace. He wanted this moment to last, he wanted to enjoy it, but most of all, he wanted you to like it, he wanted you to love it enough to not want to be with anyone else, to not be able to think of anyone else. 

You moaned softly, your head tilted to the side to give him better access, and it felt like an even bigger win than being inside of you right now. It was like something inside of him snapped and his lips latched onto your neck, sucking harshly, his tongue lapping against your skin before biting down, loving the way you squirmed and whined underneath him. He was marking you, he’d mark you as much as he could, show everyone that you were his, or at least that you were his for this short moment. 

“Innie… m-more… Please…” You whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him back, your eyes boring into his own. Was it love that he saw or was it a simple need? Did you love him just as much as he loved you? “Want more… Need you, Innie…” You were… begging? Begging for him? You really wanted him that much? 

How could you be so perfect? How could two people be so perfect for each other and not be together? Was it always destined to be like this? Would he even be able to face you in the morning? It wasn’t the time to think about that, not right now, he could handle it in the morning. Right now, it was all about you, the two of you together for even this small moment, it was bliss, it was like heaven to him. 

The way you looked beneath him, the way your moans resonated through the otherwise empty room, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to you. If only this moment could last forever, something that he knew would never happen, but he wanted it so badly. If he could stop time and just stay with you, on top of you, inside of you. He’d never have to worry about giving you up, he wouldn’t have to worry about what was to come next, it would only ever be this, it would only be you and him. 

Your phone sat on the kitchen counter, left behind during your moment of desperation to be with Jeongin. It had been vibrating nonstop, a sound that you didn’t hear over yours and Jeongins moaning and the creaking of the couch beneath the two of you. Calls and texts flooded your phone, filling up your lock screen, texts and voicemails that would, once morning came, snap you back to a reality where you were sober minded, where you’d have to face what you had done with him and face the rest of the people that had been there to see what had happened. As much as you wished that morning would never come, you knew that that was impossible, you weren’t that lucky, but for the time being, you could enjoy this last moment of peace before everything went to shit.

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#stray kids #stray kids smau #skz #skz smau #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #lee felix #lee felix x you #lee felix x reader #lee felix smau #kpop smau #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic #skz fanfic #skz fic #stray kids series #skz series #kpop fanfic #kpop series

[thatfreshi]

Ok so... Idea for Astorian? What if the reader was some form of Flamenco dancer? Or something of the sorts, who acts like a bard, but instead of using an instrument they dance to perform magic. Not forced at all ofcorse!! I love the way you write him, it feels like you've nailed his character!

Uhm... if you guys want a part two... yeah. Let me know LMAO

TW - general horniness, reader is threatened at dagger-point

Recommended Song: Shirt - SZA

"Yeah, I just dance and then... magic."

The way Astarion first narrowed his eyes at you when you expressed that you couldn't really do anything else, he thought it was laughable.

"So you don't really fight, you just have fun while everyone else is actually doing things?"

"No, I have to actually be good at it! That's like saying you just open doors."

"Well that would be extremely rude because these hands do much more than open doors my dear."

You rolled your eyes, and he smirked. Now, this was before the two of you even slept together, let alone become an item. Over time Astarion has come to understand just how important of an asset you are to the group, but more specifically how he can't keep his eyes off of you on the battlefield. Whenever you can, the two of you find some time alone in the city to find you the most gorgeous flowy outfits, partially because they're easier to move in, but he also loves spoiling you, especially if he benefits from the view. He likes stitching little messages into the loose pieces of fabric, anything in between love notes and threats to people who have even thought about hurting you. The most recent one reads 'If the person wearing this is dead, you're next.'

Somehow, you and your rag-tag group have ended up being tasked with a group of bandits outside of Baldur's Gate. Does it have anything to do with the tadpoles or anything else important? No, of course not, but you have a hard time not helping people in need.

When you come across the group of bandits, it's apparent that they're not going to be a problem. While you're staking out their camp, Astarion comes behind you, whispering in your ear.

"If we make quick work of this, I'm sure we could find somewhere afterwards, for the two of us."

It sends a shiver up your spine, but you laugh it off, turning to look at him.

"You think you're funny, huh? Come on, we have work to do."

"Oh trust me, I know."

Maybe you should find a new way to cast magic, because it cannot be good for him to be horny mid-fight. Then again, it never seems to be a problem, so maybe it doesn't matter? Astarion certainly is an odd specimen, but you love him anyways.

"I am begging the two of you to stop flirting on the battlefield, please."

Gale pleads, wishing the two of you could keep it in your pants for once.

"Listen, once you find someone who completes your heart like Tav completes mine, you will understand. Until then, I'd stop complaining."

You nudge him and then whisper.

"Aster, you are talking to the guy who had sex with Mystra, and then became a literal bomb to try and win her approval."

"Damnit, I always forget about that! Fine, whatever. If Mystra were here, you would be just as lustful as I am, no matter the circumstances."

Gale grumbles to himself and walks off to the others, as Karlach prepares to make the first strike. She makes the signal, and you all take your positions. Astarion always insists on staying close to you, taking you with him on the flank if he has to. No one tries to argue, because he doesn't trust anyone else to keep you safe.

"Damnit, ambush!"

One of the bandits calls out, a tiefling. Gale casts grease, making their camp light up in flames from the campfire. Karlach strikes one of the bandits from behind, knocking them into the fire, effectively killing them. You don't realize though that one of the bandits had taken a trip to the forest to relieve himself, and he comes up behind you. Suddenly, you're swallowing fear with a dagger to your throat.

"Cease fire! Or the pretty one gets it."

As soon as the others look over in concern, the man's throat has been pierced, some of the blood splattering onto your face. Astarion drinks until your attacker hits the ground, the dagger falling out of a bloodless hand. You catch sight of Shadowheart, who is in close-quarters combat with a drow, and you turn to your lover.

"Come here!"

He doesn't ask questions, and he grabs your hands, spinning you out towards the fight as you send a fire bolt the drow's way. She falls quickly. Soon enough, Lae'zel finishes off the last of them, and Shadowheart casts water across the flames, making sure nothing else is burnt down. You try to catch your breath with the rest of the group, and you realize Wyll is injured, a gash across his shoulder. Normally Halsin or Shadowheart would deal with such a wound, but it's been a long day, and you're the only one with any healing magic left in you. With a few moves of your hips, you send out a healing ward, patching him up rather quickly.

"Thank you Tav."

Astarion comes to your side immediately after, almost as if he's jealous, wrapping an arm around your waist. As the others start going through the bandits' treasure, your lover wipes the blood off of your face.

"Surprised you didn't lick it off."

"I'm sure his blood was rancid, I much prefer yours."

If someone told you a year ago that someone saying they want to drink your blood was a turn-on, you would've laughed them all the way to Waterdeep. Now, you struggle to stand properly, holding your thighs together. He keeps his hand on your face, grip a little tenser than before.

"You need to be more careful when we're out there. I know these people were practically dead already, but some people won't try to trade you off like a token."

Normally you'd roll your eyes, tell him you obviously know that, but you just nod, and his thumb creeps over to your bottom lip.

"Astarion, we can't get this thing open!"

You're interrupted by a shout from Karlach, and Astarion kisses your cheek.

"I'll finish this later I suppose. Come my love, time to loot these insolent fools."

It's as if he set up the scenario perfectly, like he wanted the two of you to be interrupted. Hopefully he keeps his word.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #fluff

[kimbap-r0ll]

Whoever you choose for twist wonderland with a so/reader that's nerdy and shy, loves wearing baggy, comfy clothes, and always wears there hair messy or in a braid(if your hair is short than a small ponytail). Then one day, reader decides to wear form-fitting dress(or if it's a guy or don't wear dresses than a suit) and they comb their hair, which makes them look beatiful and like a super-model. However, now all the students are drooling over them. How'd they react?

Hi, thank you for the ask! Idk why but I got instantly reminded of those early 2000s teen movies where the main girl character goes through a mall haul and like does a 180 in aesthetics. However, this was pretty fun to write, I made y/n gender neutral in this one ^^

Sebek, Ruggie, Idia, Ace with an s/o who decides to try out a different (more tight-fitting) style

Sebek

He liked that you weren't afraid to try different fashion styles, even if it mainly consisted of baggy clothing or something that didn't make you stand out. To him, whatever you wore that day was cute (he would never say this to you though)

One day, however, he was busy reading a book when suddenly his entire class just went "WWWOAAAAHHH" and like crowded around the door. Sighing, he stood up and asked what was going on, only to see you in probably the world's most beautiful attire...that also happened to fit you quite well

Sebek turns red in the face, doesn't know where to look since he's so flustered, but yells at everyone to give you some space so you can breathe. "They're just trying to get to their seat, stop bothering y/n!" He then takes you by the hand and races down to the front of the classroom where he's sitting

You notice he doesn't say much but he is stuttering a lot that day. You explained that you had to do a fashion shoot for Vil (he thought you would be perfect) and got permission to wear this to class so you could run to the shoot right after. Sebek gives a nod but still doesn't look at you

After class, he finally has the courage to tell you that you look beautiful, handsome, honestly just every adjective ever to describe how cool you looked. He might ask you to wear that again, though he says this while taking flustered glances at you. Does he think you look great? Of course! Is he scared to voice this? Yes! Will Lilia tease him about this for the next few days? Hell yeah

Ruggie

He joked about you wearing something more form-fitting, saying it would make you look really cute. Did he expect you do wear it to the Fairy Fashion Show? No

He was helping out Leona and Jamil when suddenly out of nowhere he hears Crewel go "See? Be more like y/n" and when the hyena whips around his head he sees you in your full glory. Omg he almost dropped the expensive accessories in his hands because of how stunning you were.

All the students that were helping out were also shocked, but then students started to crowd around you and just exclaim at how awesome you looked. Ruggie, perhaps because he's a bit overprotective sometimes, dashes over and pushes through the crowd of fangirling students

"'Scuse me, my y/n will be helping out with the fairy runway right now, c'mon let's go!" he takes your hand and pulls you out of the crowd. He might use his unique magic to make things a bit easier too. Soon after, you two are able to catch a breath and actually get back on track. He seems pretty chill about your outfit change, saying that you looked like a totally different person

However, under all of the laughing and snickering he does, he was probably fangirling or at least feeling really flustered. He thinks you look great, perhaps too good for someone like him. By the end of the mission, he tells you in a very gentle way that you were beautiful and that perhaps you two should do a date night somewhere classy so you can wear that again. He'll be dreaming about you in that outfit for the next few days

Idia

You two became best buddies and soon partners when you two discovered your love for gaming and anime. He joked about doing a couple cosplay together, saying it would be cute. However, he had no confidence in this ever happening, hell he can't even cosplay himself (or so he thinks). You decided to challenge this though

Idia showed up in some regular clothing, something that the character in his Isekai anime wore. He wasn't sure if you were actually going to show up as the mythical character or so, but then he heard a crowd hollering and clapping around someone. They were chanting the name of the character that you were cosplaying, which meant one thing: it was you.

"Y-y/n?" he pushes around in the crowd, trying to not freak out at how close everyone is. However, when he sees you, his hair almost completely blazes the building. You look exactly like the character, even the clothing was the complete opposite of your aesthetic but you nailed it! He just stood there, wide eyed and completely awed

You have to snap him out of it and take him back to a more open area because he's so surprised. He has a hard time talking to you, fumbling over words and expressing how cool you look in the cosplay. He smiles awkwardly, asking if you wanted to go see the merch booths in another hall. Taking his hand, you two walk around the convention

Idia is blushing hard during the entire convention. If you tease him about it he'll be super embarrassed. He's really proud and grateful to have a partner like you who can not only look amazing but also be the kindest person he's ever met. At the end, he'll shyly tell you he would love to see you in a cosplay again soon

Ace

He was fully joking when he said you would look cooler in flashier clothes. Putting a bet that you would never change your clothes, he said he would buy you dinner at a nice restaurant if you did manage to wear something flashy.

Ace didn't expect the school to be turned upside down when you showed up on a school event in what Cater described was "a slay outfit." He ran over and saw a crowd of first years pointing and whispering excitedly around the corner. Ace thought there was no way it would be you, he knew you weren't going to want to step out of your comfort zone

He was wrong. He was soooo wrong. His jaw dropped when you came into his view; your hair was shining, your clothes were slightly fitting but looked beautiful on you, and your accessories complimented the whole outfit. You could've challenged Vil with your beauty

"O-Oh hey! Y/n! Damn you look great!" he said, trying to hide that he was blushing and being overjoyed at seeing you in the coolest look ever. He asks if you were also attending the event as a fashion show contestant, and he was right. Not only that, you ended up fully winning the competition after the entire school of boys went crazy over your looks haha

Ace ends up agreeing to the deal, but he still teases you along the way. "You should wear like this more often, it's super cute" he'll whisper while you two are walking downtown, pulling you closer. He wants you to be flustered because he was totally red in the face when he first saw you. He'll be fanboying over that one look for a long time haha

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #anon ask #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst sebek #twst sebek x reader #twst ace #twst ace x reader #twst ruggie #twst ruggie x reader #twst idia #twst idia x reader

[lovelycleon]

Hello there

I recently had a horrific argument because some people can’t let a ship just be a ship. I genuinely have my fun and love for Cleon and it getting attacked was too much. However the person I got into a fight with also told me to count up 3 reasons why they should work. And I couldn’t believe that I had to think about it and it took longer than it should have. Out of curiosity…if you had to count up three reasons what would it be?

Hello!

I'm pretty sure I've already answered a question like this at some point, or at least the answer is spread out somewhere in several of my posts over the last 3 years.

But don't worry, I will try to make a short summary of the 3 things about Cleon that would make them work as a couple:

1.They have a lot in common.

Although their work occupies most of Leon and Claire's lives, through the franchise they have shown very similar everyday interests and hobbies:

Such as love for motorcycles. Capcom made Leon and Claire the official bikers of the franchise, always putting little references here and there in games and movies;

Their whole style. The taste for custom leather jackets, obviously, but also many other alternative outfits. Believe me, of almost all of Claire's costumes, Leon has one somewhere to match.

Even the same kind of sense of humor, with similar one liners, bad good jokes and literary references that I posted here many times before;

It would be easy to imagine what their life together would be like outside of work, on a daily basis with so much in common and the banter they have when they are together.

2.They have the same morals.

Despite following different paths in the fight against bioterrorism, Leon and Claire carry the same code on how to act in certain situations:

Like the idea that both have already stated about not giving up the fight in the name of their comrades who died alongside them (Damnation, Heavenly Island);

The strong will to protect those in need, like Sherry, Ashley and others, no matter how impossible the mission seems or what has to be done;

Not blindly believing in something and always questioning and digging deep when something doesn't feel right (Degeneration, Infinite Darkness);

Trying to understand all sides of the situation and even sympathizing with some of the villains they faced (Annette, Rodrigo, Jason, Buddy, Dr. Taylor and more);

Along with many others, sharing these characteristics can bring stability to their relationship. Having them always on the same page, knowing what each one stands for.

3.They can understand each other.

Besides the shared trauma in Raccoon City, Leon and Claire went through very similar traumatic events even on different missions years apart and, in one way or another, felt the same type of pain:

Being kidnapped, infected and subjected to a race against time to save themselves and others (RE4 and REvelations 2);

Having to see their superiors whom they trusted (and are somewhat emotionally involved) become monsters obsessed with power. (Neil and Krauser)

Being used, mistreated and framed... Leon by the government and its corruption; Claire (along with terrasave) by willpharma and later on by Neil and the FBC;

Witnessing friends sacrifice themselves for them... some even in a very similar way: like Gabe and Mike exploding in a helicopter while Claire and Leon can only watch;

Don't get me wrong, a lot of RE characters have trauma and they all can bond through that, it's undeniable. But here, about Leon and Claire, I'm not just talking about "what happened and their reaction", but also HOW it happened and the physical and psychological similarities of each event for them. As if the narrative chooses to create parallels between them.

And this opens the door for a deep interactions (like the one in Degeneration) that can add new layers to their relationship and find comfort in each other.

Now just let me give you a little bonus (because I would like to write a lot more, but that is already too far from the short summary I promised)

4.Their amazing chemistry.

Haters will always try to deny it (and that's expected since they are haters), but the chemistry between Leon and Claire is great.

Not just the way they look and smile at each other, but how they act together and how they care for each other. I mean, Capcom didn't write scenes like Claire's big smile when she sees that Leon is okay, or Leon giving up of himself for Claire's safety, or them flirting cracking jokes in the middle of a zombie outbreak, or running and screaming each of their name in despair as soon as they see the other is injured for nothing.

It's to highlight their chemistry. The chemistry they are writing for Cleon.

Again, haters will always deny it, because it's inconvenient for them, but it's there.

Leon and Claire love and care for each other deeply, they can have fun hobbies, overcome hardships and find comfort together. The entire basis for a healthy relationship is there, written by the devs at Capcom themselves.

We just need to wait and see what they do with it.

#claire redfield #leon kennedy #ask #cleon #claire x leon #leon x claire #resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil death island #resident evil degeneration #resident evil 2 #resident evil darkside chronicles

[sillybucket]

“Warm in the cold” { Haley x g/n reader }

I know there are many different opinions about Haley but I honestly really like her , especially her character development : I love the way she becomes a better person the more the player gets close to her , so I eventually felt inspired to write something for her :D

As always I apologize for possible ooc moments , and if someone already wrote about something similar know it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : none , this is just pure fluff featuring Haley keeping company to the Farmer on a winter day … oh by the way , in this story they’ve been married for a few years :) ❤️

❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ .

(Y/n) took a deep breath , staring at the snowflakes dancing in the cold winter breeze :

they had decided to spend the day fishing at the Cindersap Forest just below the Farm , however after spending so many hours out there they were starting to feel tired , a bit sleepy even , and the calming silence of the woods , interrupted only by the sound of the river’s water , didn’t help much .

The Farmer shook their head , trying to stay focused , but right when they were about to use the fishing pole to catch one more fish they heard a familiar voice behind them …

“There you are honey , I was wondering where you went !”

(Y/n) turned around to see Haley with two cups of hot chocolate in her hand , her long blonde hair fluttering in the wind . They knew how much she couldn’t stand the cold , and the fact that she decided to walk all the way there just to see them made them smile …

“Hi sweetie , sorry , I was just finishing some work and ended up staying here longer than expected …

How has your day been ? I remember you told me you wanted to spend some time with Emily today .”

, they replied while putting away the fishing pole .

“Oh that’s right , Em wanted to show me some new outfit ideas she had during the week , she even offered me to help her sew a dress , it was fun !”

While enthusiastically explaining all that she and her sister had done Haley stepped forward , handing one of the warm cups to (y/n) who gladly accepted the offer .

They looked at their wife with a loving smile , listening to her every word while occasionally taking little sips of hot chocolate …

The first time they had arrived in Pelican Town (y/n) and Haley didn’t exactly get along right away , given just how different they were from each other : actually Haley considered them to be quite a strange individual , and she just couldn’t help but wonder how could they possibly enjoy working on a boring farm all day .

But the more time she spent with them the more fascinated she was by them , and whenever she saw (y/n) walking towards her with a gift meant just for her Haley could feel her heart beating faster and an inexplicable joy that made her long to be by their side . Now that two years had passed and they were happily married , the love they felt for each other had only continued to grow more and more as the days went by …

When she finished talking Haley shivered , looking at the now almost completely dark sky .

“God , it’s so cold out here at this hour … maybe we should go home .”

(Y/n) nodded in agreement , and before their wife could say anything they gently picked her up and started walking on the path while holding her in their arms , the snowflakes still falling down all around them .

“Wh - (y/n) ?��

, Haley exclaimed , surprised by the sudden gesture .

“I have to keep you warm Haley , can’t risk to have you get sick because you chose to come see me … it’s really the least I could do for my sweetheart .”

As they leaned forward to kiss her forehead Haley let out a giggle , a little blush appearing on her cheeks …

“You’re always so corny …”

She sighed , not even feeling cold anymore as she stared into her partner’s beautiful eyes …

“… I really love that about you .”

❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ . ❄️ .

Thank you so much for reading this little story until the end ! :D

Feel free to leave some feedback if you want :) ❤️

( btw I don’t think hot chocolate is even an existing item in-game , but since it’s my favorite winter beverage I wanted to insert it somewhere ;c;👍 )

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley fanfic #haley stardew valley #haley sdv #haley x reader #sdv x reader #sdv #stardew

[luvfae]

BLIND DATE

summary: no 33, first date. from my scenario prompt list.

fandom: daisy jones & the six

parings: eddie roundtree x f reader, karen sirko x friend reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering

a/n: rising from the dead because there’s a serious daisy jones & the six smut shortage. i’m here to solve all your problems, send in requests you can see which characters i write for here

“He’s a nice guy, Y/N,” your friend, Karen Sirko, said to you, a smile on her face. “I promise.”

You gave Karen a blank look. “Last time you said that to me the man ended up crying mid date because I was wearing the same perfume as his ex,” you said, arms crossing over your chest.

Karen laughed. “But this time I mean it,” Karen said. “He’s in my band, Y/N. Just trust me.”

“Whatever,” you sighed, opening the car door and stepping out. You were wearing your favourite outfit, your hair done nicely, thanks to Karen. “If this goes bad you owe me a drink.”

Karen rolled her eyes. “Have fun!” She yelled before driving off, leaving you no choice but to go inside this restaurant and find your date.

Karen hadn’t told you much, all you know is he’s got blond hair, he’s the bass player in the band Karen’s apart of, his name is Eddie and apparently, he’s a really good guy.

You looked around, there was people everywhere. Most people were in groups of two’s, three’s or even more. There was an exception of two people who were sat alone, one was a red haired boy who was half way through his meal and the other a blond boy, tapping his foot as he waited.

Obviously it wasn’t the red haired boy. You took a deep breath and walked over to the blond boy, praying to God this was Eddie and not some random guy.

“Eddie?” You asked, grabbing his attention, his eyes shot up to meet yours and you swear you died and went to heaven.

“You must be Y/N,” Eddie said, standing up, his chair scraping against the floorboards as he moved to give you a hug. “Karen has told me so much about you. She didn’t mention how beautiful you are though.”

You smiled bashfully, rolling your eyes as you took your seat across from him. “Thank you,” you said.

A few drinks and a meal later, you and Eddie were laughing with one another and getting to know each other. You had told him how you and Karen met and he had told you how he had joined the band. You and Eddie had really hit it off and for once Karen’s blind dating idea was actually working out.

Eddie paid the bill and shortly after you both stood up. “I had a lot of fun,” you smiled at him. Eddie took your hand as you walked out of the restaurant and onto the chilly night air of Los Angeles. “We should do this again sometime soon.”

“Who said the date was over?” Eddie asked with a chuckle. By now you were both drunk, and normally when you got drunk you liked to end the night in your own bed at home, but you just couldn’t leave Eddie’s side. You didn’t want too leave his side. “Wanna come back to my place? Have a few drinks and watch a movie?” He asked.

You smiled, “sure.”

Eddie waved down a cab and soon enough the pair of you were back at his house, which coincidentally was also where Karen lived. You had only been there once, briefly, when Karen was the only one home. You and Eddie were sat on his bed, watching a movie, except the movie had long been forgotten about because his lips were on yours and somehow you had ended up in his lap.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, undoing all of them and pushing it off of his shoulders. Your clothes came next, Eddie undressing every article of clothing on your body in less than a minute, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. He kicked his jeans off and you pushed him back, flat against the mattress.

“Is this what you were expecting to come out of tonight?” Eddie asked, breathless as your lips trailed along his jawline and neck.

“I thought i’d end up going home tonight and never contacting you again,” you replied, pressing your lips against his once more.

You felt his fingers slip under the hem of your panties. You gasped as his fingertips brushed against your clit, slowly making his way towards your entrance.

“Is that good?” He asked, pushing two digits inside of you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Yes,” you managed to whimper out as his fingers grazed the deepest parts of you. Pressure was building and you could feel your orgasm already approaching, but you weren’t ready yet, you wanted more.

You pushed his boxers down, his dick popping free from the fabric. You slipped away from his fingers and looked him in the eye as you aligned yourself with him. Eddie’s hands landed on your hips, guiding you down onto him.

His fingers clamped around the skin of your hips, Eddie’s fingers turning white from the grip he had on you. “Fuck,” you whispered, legs shaking as he filled you thick.

You moved your hips back and forth over and over again, gaining momentum with each move. Eddie was starstruck, too busy listening to the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth to even make a noise.

You switched from back and forth movements to bouncing up and down, skin slapping against skin until your calves started to burn and your vision started to blur. Eddie shoved his hand over your mouth, keeping you quiet.

“You’re being so loud, sweetheart,” He whispered. “You’re gonna wake the whole house up.”

You looked down at him, crying into the palm of his hand as your orgasm washed over you, growing so tired and weak that you collapsed onto his chest, whimpering into Eddie’s ear.

“Aw, are you all fucked out, huh?” He teased, you nodded your head, eyes fluttering shut. “Well I haven’t came yet so…” Eddie’s hips snapped up into yours, making you yelp. “You’re gonna have to keep it up for a little while longer.”

Eddie fucked himself into you, hitting angles that he wasn’t before. You kept your lips on his neck, sucking bruises into his skin to keep the sinful noises that desperately wanted to escape your lips in.

“Good girl,” he whispered, hands tangling through your hair.

You moved your mouth towards his ear. “Thank you,” you whispered, tears brimming your eyes. You were so sensitive but so needy at the same time. You didn’t want it to stop but you needed it to before it became overwhelming.

You pressed your lips against his, shoving your tongue inside of his mouth, moving your hips in time with his and it didn’t take long for Eddie’s movements to falter and his hips to start stuttering and you felt him finish inside of you.

There was not much talking after that, in fact you didn’t even get dressed, didn’t even move. The pair of you woke up the next morning fully naked, on top of each other, stone cold sober.

After the initial shock, you got up, changed back into your clothes from last night. “I really have to go,” you said with a smile as Eddie tried to convince you to stay.

“Well come back later,” Eddie begged. “Please?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you said before shoving your feet into your shoes. “I’ll come back later on tonight.”

Eddie smiled, triumphantly and you blew him a kiss as you walked out his bedroom door, hoping to sneak out of the house before anyone woke up. But right as you rounded the corner into the kitchen you came face to face with Karen.

Karen’s eyes widened upon seeing you, makeup smudged around your face, your hair ruined. She nearly choked on her coffee.

“I’m assuming it went well?” Karen asked with a smirk.

“Yeah…” You cleared your throat, your skin heating up. “It went great.”

“I told you so,” Karen laughed.

“Now leave me alone, i’m doing my walk of shame,” you said, pushing the front door open. “But i’ll be back tonight!” You yelled, waving goodbye to her.

Karen laughed, shaking her head.

#daisy jones and the six #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie roundtree x you #eddie roundtree x y/n #eddie roundtree smut

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You could write more about King Wildfire, there's so little of him and I'm obsessed with him too.anything about him

Do Not F4lter

King The Wildfire x Strawhat!Reader

The actions take place when Luffy is still on the whole cake island. Reader is Genderneutral so if I slipped somewhere please notify me. I didn't want this to turn out like how it did but Idk it kinda grew on me. Also, THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC and I don't think it is platonic either, King and Reader respect each other as pirates. But Reader has disdain for everyone bc obviously... Fun fact, I wanted this to be a part 1 of another fic I'm making of Lunarian!Reader but it's completely different from the other (the other is rotting inside my drafts at the moment so, I'll see what I can do to save it. + I'll probably only release that on AO3 since I just dump ideas too small for AO3 on here)

Warning: Gender neutral Reader, past torture, current torture is discribed(suffocation and burn at the end), blood, jail, murder is mentioned. King talks a bit too much for my liking, but I don't think it is out of character.

The desolate chambers, parched and dull of any care lay quietly in Wano, the days went by with little to no warmth ever touching you, the smell of iron and the taste of blood bring what little comfort it could, the heavy shackles retained your hands together as you settled against the freezing, rocky wall in the darkness, panting to try and get your energy back, to no luck, your legs had no energy to hold your body weight up, let alone break through the seastone bars of this place.

As much as you tried to get yourself together to try and attain what little information the prisoners had collected over the months of being kept in this place, it was hard hearing anything past the waves of headaches that deafened your ears, even if you could, only the whimpers and groans of battered prisoners would meet you.

The tight shackles held onto you as you sat in the darkness of the cell, head tossed back against the cool wall as small talk chimed around the jail, the unknown voices of pirates who dared to cross Kaidou's territory were taken into interrogation for who knows how many times, some decided to switch sides while others did not spoke a word about their schemes, hence they've met their end.

You keep to yourself. You don't need anyone here. Not these scumbags anyway.

The murmurs of captured were silenced as the heavy door creaked, soon the footsteps sounded around the frosty enclosure, followed by a creaking sound of leather rubbing against latex. Sharp, hard, nonresonant sounds, produced by two pieces of metal striking, echo within their every step.

They walk with slow and confident strides, and from the sound of it, they have a mass greater than an average human. You expect them to take somebody away for questioning, testing, or torturing, depending on their mood and assignment.

But never would you have imagined the heat that claws its way underneath your skin. The unexpected warmth steals a gasp from your mistreated lips causing you to grimace at the pain the action bought. The torches and lanterns never emitted this much heat whenever your captors came into. They were a source of light and you cannot seem to figure out how they keep their body temperature in this type of environment while wearing an outfit rivaling Emporio Ivankov. Seriously how do they do it?!

With the warmth that this person brings came a vibrant light and for the first time in seven days you've been here, you have a clear view past the bars you've been taken in, though it is not much different from yours. The temperature keeps growing to the point its warmness swallows your whole body in comfort. The yellow hue just around the corner is followed by separated fire sparks and the cracking noises they disgorge, joined by metal clanks and leather creaks.

It is not until the silhouette stands on the other side of the bars that you realize The Monster–or should you say– The Beast that stood a couple of meters away from you, their long limbs and broad shoulders made to accommodate the sheer size of their dark and heavy wings make him that much more overawing. they're covered from head to toe with blue leather, the thought of wearing that much skin makes you uneasy, and the spikes cover the main intimidation factor. The mask.

With a brief look one would give to an insect, irrelevant critter, he stares. One would say they were belittling you if you had not known who exactly he was.

The All-Star. The fire itself. The Conflagration.

You cannot help but smile through your beaten expression, a cunning smile overtakes your features as if you've won a game you didn't know you were playing. It feeds your ego. Kaidou's right-hand man himself came to interrogate you because the mediocre ogres couldn't get a word out of you.

His burning eyes stare at you in a way that tells you of your lukewarm retort to his presence. You couldn't agree more that it was a dumb reaction, but as a cackle escapes into the air, devoid of any noises excluding the flames on his back, you cannot help yourself.

(It sounds so much like the pained and shrilled laughter of a man in a blue and white mask, a silent Kid Pirate if you remember correctly.

He should have known better than to make an offer with a corrupted man like the Shogun. Deals and offers are double adged swords in the world of piracy. He of all people, should have known.)

Your cackle turns into coughing and desperate gasps of air, awaiting your heart to settles down, you spoke.

``I... I feel honored, having an All-Star involved in-``

King interrupts you with a key, opening the door and dragging your exhausted and squalid body harshly into the interrogation cabinet. Can't have others listening into your screams of agony.

his voice, so monotonous keeps a gruff edge as he speaks.

``I won't repeat it again Straw hat (Y/N), what are you trying to pull off here in Wano.`` He leans his back against the wall next to the door while you sluggishly fall to the floor, even in your haze you still vividly hear his question, not so much as a question but an order for you to state your business in this closed-off country.

Your half-lidded eyes do not move away from the ceiling, but your smile falls into a thin line. You wish you could bask in his warmth in peace.

``Where is your captain? Your crew?``

``...Not with me.`` technically you aren't lying.

``I'll ask again, where is your captain.``

``I told you and that fool of an officer the answer alre-ady!`` you raise your voice, and furrow your brows at the voice crack that formed due to dehydration. ``I'm not with them.``

That sentence could be taken in multiple ways. You wonder which he chooses to take.

Silence fills the chamber as he drills holes into your face with his eyes alone. He steps toward you, slow and calm in a way he isn't, until the bottom of his boot meets your throat.

``...Members of the Worst Generation Pirates think they have any significance in the New World. They conceive thoughts that they're stronger then they actually are and feed the lies only to satisfy their hunger to make an impact of some kind.``

You can feel the blood trying to travel in your body as he puts more and more pressure on your airways, cutting you off from the precious oxygen. You felt as if your head could explode from the pain.

Barely through your teeth you ask of why he hasn't ended you yet, like they've done with numerous pirates.

``A carrot on the stick.`` he answers with eyes of the soulless, watching the shocking realization seep into your eyes. they're planning on using you as a leverage, to get to Luffy, they would not kill you, oh no.

``It's amazing, the fact that you came to us at the most perfect time. He has been the reason of Kaidou's headaches for a while now.`` Your need for air was long forgotten, even when you saw black spots form in your vision, you couldn't get the fright out of your system. Couldn't get the thought of which meaning he chose from your previous answer to your brain.

He takes the boot off of your throat. the oxygen pushes it's way through your irritated throat and lungs as you gasp and squirm in the dim room.

``I'm here to give you an offer. To join The Beast Pirates, while acting as our pawn, or you'll meet your maker in this place. Either way, you'll end up being a tool one way or another.``

Ten seconds pass, twenty seconds pass in silence. A laugh erupts.

``Hah! It's quite a defeated way to go, I'll either gain what little freedom I can in your ranks, or I'll continue to take what I've already taken tons of times...`` A sweat rolls down your cheek, distorted to accommodate the smile overtaking your face. You worry for yourself, but you do not falter.

Dirt and grime sticks to your clothes, blood and gore covers your limbs, which pang and cramp on their own, pain lingers in your every word and movement. You're drained of any energy, your thirsty and hungered. You do not falter.

His eyes stare at your numb face, confused because why are you laughing, irritated because he knows which option you'll choose. Respect doesn't have to come naturally to him– it is something he has learned through Kaidou, it is something he rarely ever feels towards someone, even among Kaidou's own men. But now as he stares into your determined face, he shows regard for your dedication and ability.

``Give it all you've got because there is no way I'm ever joining you assholes...!`` even if you know they will still use you, there is a higher survival chance you acknowledge, pride, selflessness, selfishness, will, whatever it is that will remain untouched due to this decision, you can only hope to make it out of here before they stop fueling the fire within you. Make it out before they break you completely.

King can only accept you on equal basis and give you the same consideration you would expect for yourself. Though he rarely feels interest there is an attraction of sorts that he admits, and respects as a pirate. There's a shared dedication that he has in common with you. And he wonders.

``It would have been nice to get to know you better, but I'm afraid I don't care.``

And your blank (E/C) tells him of an identical thought.

Temperature grows and vibrant flames are fueled, your torment continues with a mutual agreement in mind.

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