#a while back i saw a post that had a lot of notes agreeing w op’s stance that if a kid is afraid of needles you shouldnt force them to get

[lem0nademouth]

actually i don’t care how afraid your kid is of needles they don’t understand the potential consequences of not getting vaccines i literally do not care how much they are kicking and screaming and crying because i was also that kid and trust me you can get therapy for a fear of needles or a distressing doctor’s visit but you cannot get therapy for dying from fucking polio

[rainebelowzero]

erg... may i request lame kurt who finds out his roomate is a nsfw influencer w/ a decent following, or him lowkey being a goon abt roomate!reader.. yea....

p.s., i always look forward to ur posts ur actually the goat!! if u have anons can i be 🦫 anon?

Kurt Kunkle x Male Streamer Reader

notes: Absolutely, you can be 🦫 anon, and thank you so much! I hope this is okay, I really wanted to finish it for Kurt's bday, so sorry if it's a little rushed😓

♡ Kurt being down bad, kinda solo? denial, exhibitionism, voyeurism (kind of), I switched between he/him and they/them for the reader I think ♡

Kurt was a simple man. He saw a hot dude who needed a roommate and he instantly jumped for it, since he had to move out of his mom's place. It was pretty convenient, and his roommate didn't mind being in his streams occasionally, so it was great for Kurt.

Kurt had a sneaking suspicion, though, that his roommate might have also been a streamer. He had a lot of recording equipment, and he often told Kurt not to go in his room during certain hours, so he figured he was just embarrassed about it. That didn't stop Kurt from imagining how many views they'd get if they collabed. He didn't even care what kind of content it was, he practically frothed at the idea of more people seeing him, to the point where he had wet dreams about it, even jerked off to it. He felt a little bad after, and it was hard to look his roommate in the eyes for a little bit.

Today was a slow day for Kurt. He went out, did Spree for a little bit, did a video taste testing a new food truck, streamed some, but then he got banned from Spree for a day because he was dodging the 8 hour limit by making a second account and he got caught. He decided to come back home, and had nothing to do.

He scrolled through Reddit for a little bit, posting an AITA about Spree because he was genuinely pissed about it, but no one agreed with him, so he quickly closed out the tab and decided to masturbate instead. None of his usual streamers were on, but his eyes widen, freezing as he sees a very familiar face.

It's his roommate, face completely uncovered as he rutted up into a fleshlight. Kurt's jaw was practically on the floor as he clicked on it, the chat going crazy. His eyes widen even more as he sees the view count. That alone turns him on. He was right, his roommate was a streamer, but this was even better than anything Kurt could've imagined.

The man was…so hot, and Kurt couldn't stop himself from slipping a hand underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. He grips his hardening length through his boxers, not even realizing that he's panting. He slowly drags his palm along his cock, not wanting to go too fast. Just the sight of that view count getting higher made him excited, and he didn't want to cum too fast.

He whines softly, squirming in his seat. He turns up the video a little bit, playing out loud. The man had a lot of faith in the thin walls. Kurt shudders, fully wrapping his warm hand around himself, feeling himself throb as the wet noises from his roommate grace his ears. His roommate slides the fleshlight up his cock, lube and cum mixing as it drips down the hard flesh and onto a towel below him.

Kurt slips his pants off, down around his angles as he gets comfortable again in his chair. He starts to stroke at a steady pace, but every so often has to slow down to stop himself from reaching that edge. His gaze switches from the actual video, to the chat, to the view count, over and over again. His mind wanders as he lifts his free hand to his mouth, biting down on his fist as he bucks his hips up a little, moaning into his fist. It does little to hide the noise, but he doesn't care.

His dick is throbbing, almost painfully hard as he fucks into his hand. He moans louder, desperately. He thinks of being in his roommate's position, all of those views, those people watching him. He drifts to thoughts of being with his roommate, having them fuck him while all those people send tips, encouraging it. He wants to be on display, be used for other people's pleasure. He didn't care if they never let him cum, forever pent up and desperate, as long as they were looking at him, watching him be played with.

He lets out a few gasps, sitting back in his chair as he full on fucks his fist, pre cum coating his fingers. His other hand is no longer near his mouth, tightly gripping the arm rest on his chair as he moans and whines, babbling out scattered pleads and begs. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, he just wants to keep feeling this good.

He whines loudly, drawing it out as he shoots his load against his shirt and hand. He rides it out as his hips slow to a stop, going limp in his chair. As his mind becomes less foggy, he notices that his roommate is no longer on camera, the only thing in frame being an empty room. He turns around as he catches his breath, before almost jumping when he sees his roommate standing in his doorway with wide eyes, only wearing shorts, and it's clear that they had seen the familiar broadcast on Kurt's computer screen over his shoulder.

[shuckinbeanz]

THE MATRIARCH

warnings/notes: while browsing aizawa tags, i saw a post and I Cannot Agree MORE. so without further ado, afab reader she/her, protective MILF reader who has 'a gaggle'(to keep the amount vague + Shinsou being the eldest) of kids hanging on her, shameless & fliratious reader, reader is implied to be a she-minotuar, reader has horns she's proud of and her quirk is basically herculean strength(she can bench press her kids, no sweat) and is called as such. vaguely implied reader is also an underground hero, is at least a head taller than Endeavor(for reference, ssslurp mommy 🥵), reader hooking horns heh w Endeavor bc Shoto doesn't wanna see him, implied (one of)reader's ex(es) is in prison for beating up kids. it gets SPICY at the end w dirty talk, making out, lovebites/hickeys, and its implied reader lactates. 😩 no smut tho ya'll get interrupted before it gets too heavy, and the eldest(Shinsou 😂) catches onto reader's spicy shenanigans having a rough inexplicit idea of what she does as it has happened before multiple times. thats it :3

~Masterlist~

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream, plus a shameless tag for @laseracronym w permission ofc. MILF reader, prolly not exactly what you had in mind bc i have a size kink sry 🤤

"Get out of my way, woman-bovine." Endeavor growls up at you, turquoise hues ablaze. "Beat it, Endeavor. Respect the boys space." you huff down at him angrily, engaged in a battle of intimidation with the Pro; neither of you willing to stand down. "I know many trans men with bigger balls than you." you belittle him, "And every single one are not only dutiful husbands, but dutiful fathers." you jab. He snarls. "I've no damn in the world what you think you know." he strikes back, "Don't you have better things to do, such as be a mother? Perhaps a good wife? Go home. Make your husband dinner." his words making your blood boil.

"Oh, I'd almost forgotten. He's in Tartarus." venom drips in his words. "Yeah, I personally put that bastard there because he was a child-beater, like you." you moo with greater poison. That pisses him off a right way. His quirk flares, fire inches away from your skin, yet you hold your ground for the boy, your maternal instinct raging as you tilt your head; a silent threat to beat your horns into him, your livid gaze never leaving his.

Ever since you reached adulthood, you carried that instinct, having unofficially adopted hundreds, through your years. And to the offspring of many of them, you had become a godmother of sorts. And while your maternal instinct was strong, so too was the desire for your own children, which you have a whole gaggle of now, the majority of whom were being given a grand tour of the school you were currently visiting.

"Now beat it. Before you do something you will end up regretting, hero." you mercilessly lash at his obsession. You and him both know just how well you played the law. If he gave into his temper and gave you a reason to strip him of his career and shove him in prison, no matter how small, you would not hesitate to.

He glares daggers at you, growling under his breath. You glare back fearlessly, unblinking. Eventually, he snarls in distaste, turning on his heel and strutting away.

You squint at his back in disgust as he rounds the corner. With him gone, you're off to the training grounds, the Todoroki junior trailing behind you. As someone who worked underground, you were invited to U.A High School to impart your knowledge to the up and coming first-years, spending a day with each class.

The first one up for bid? The infamous 1-A. You read up on them ahead of time.

"The Matriarch. Quirk, herculean strength. She's taking time out of her busy schedule to teach you lot some lessons." Aizawa drones.

"Whoa, you're huge!" one of them, Kaminari, exclaims in what you recognized as awe, though he was hounded by his fellow classmates for his choice of words. "You look so cool, miss!" Kirishima exclaimed.

The class's boisterous praise had you guffawing proudly. When you said you could carry three of them on each horn and four on each arm, they were hasty in playfully goading you to prove it.

Suffice to say, they had a swell time using you as a jungle gym, only to be flung in a playful rough housing manner to the safety mats. They each had their turn sparring with you, and you pointed out their weak points and gave advice on how to better deal with villains who had a strength-based quirk.

You expertly wore the teens down, who were settled on the mats, conversing with eachother while you gave Aizawa a rundown on what might be improved and where for each of his students.

"Miss Matriarch!" one of them calls, "What would you do in a fight against our teacher?!" the rest enthusiastically uproaring in unison, begging you to have a bout with him. Poor man sighs in exhaustion;

"Now, class, she's only here to--"

You don't miss a beat, seeing the chance to tease him for his staring earlier.

"Sure thing, no problem!" you exclaim over him, flexing your jacked arm with your signature grin. "How about it, Eraser?" you ask, bending to the taciturn man's level with a hand on your hip, giving him an eye full of your bountiful cleavage.

His eyes twitch up from what you shamelessly showed him to your gaze flatly, and a telltale twitch of his jaw; a barely-there reaction, one you do not fail to pick up on. He had a pretty good poker face, but not good enough to trick your observational skills.

"Who says an old dog can't be taught new tricks? Bull, if you ask me." you grin widely. Your words are followed by his students pleading for at least one round.

You recognize the look he gave the enthusiastic teens as you stand straight, as well as any other parent worth their salt; the look of a father not quite able to say no to his kids.

He sighs, then; a sound you recognize as affectionate, yet it may come off as annoyed to oblivious kids. "Fine. One round. One." he says, leaving no room for argument, the teenagers erupting in cheer.

You expected him to be agile considering his line of work, but oh boy, was he flexible both physically and mentally. You knew what his quirk was, and that you wouldn't amount to much with it active against you, your quirk disabled and your strength aptitude reduced by 70%.

Considering your physical routine, that'd be one kid on each horn and two on each arm, the latter depending on their overall weight. Thus, you were confident you could brute force your way through his capture weapon, depending on the moment of and how he'd get you, only if you can react quick enough.

He took each distraction you threw his way in stride, using your physical momentum against you. He didn't let you get within five feet near him more than once.

The first time you diverted his capture attempt. The second time you tried engaging in close combat, he'd sent a kick on your lower back, noting your tendency to keep your legs firm, throwing your gait off.

And just like that, in the moment of your stumble, he went for the opening; binding one of your horns and strongarming you down onto one knee, his capture weapon restraining your arms and whole torso firmly, the jerking pressure causing your ample chest to gush; something that you were prone to, your custom undersuit acting as a thirsty sponge for accidents like this, preventing it from seeping into your outerwear and causing a scene.

Damn, that was hot. You did appreciate a little manhandling, sometimes.

The teens erupt in cheer, and you laugh as the binds loosen. "Good fight, Eraserhead! Color me impressed." you praise, standing, as eager students quickly surround you. They ask questions, seek advice, and you answer to the best of your ability.

You feel his eyes on you again, and it's not long before the bell rings. "Go on now, time for lunch." you shoo the hungry teenagers towards the way of the cafeteria, met with a boisterous variety of happy to meet you's, thanks, and farewells as they rush off.

You wave until the last of them exit the gym. "Hey, Eraser." you call impishly, looking over your shoulder. "How about we steal away time to ourselves, hm?" you offer flirtatiously, sauntering up to him. "Shameless." he huffs, amused.

You giggle, bending to his height, checking him out. "Says the man who's been ogling me all day. What, thinkin' about putting your babies in me?" you whisper in his ear, feeling him up. He chuckles; it's a deep, hot, breathless sound.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he teases you back, tugging your collar. "Oh, I'd love to, handsome." you reply coyly. Anything between that and relocating to a more discreet area nearby is a haze, nothing on your mind except him.

Him, propped on one of your thick thighs, his back and your knee pressed firmly against the wall to make up for the massive difference in height, all but shoving your long, smooth tongue down his throat. Cheeky bastard was asking for it, holding onto your horns in an attempt to keep his hands to himself.

Your hands held onto his thigh and hip. You pull away, leaving him panting. "So pretty." he moans, deep and sexy, gasping when you dive for his neck, "Fuck, 'm sensitive there--" pushing your thumb into his mouth.

You suckle, lick, nip; leaving hickeys behind. A few in, you hear the distant footsteps of your eldest approaching, as he tugs your shirt with urgency. "Wait, someone's-" "Yeah." you grin, giving him a quick peck before easing him back down onto his feet.

He exhales, turning his back to the door to take a moment to regain composure. One of your younger children barges right in, followed by the rest of them. "Mama, tour's over! U.A is sooo biig!" they exclaim in awe. "Is it, now?" you grin widely.

Your eldest comes in last, an absolute carbon copy of his late father, his face glued to the phone, your youngest propped on his hip. He glances up over the rest of the gaggle he's tasked with helping take care of and watch over, to you, then to your next conquest.

"Mom." he lowers his phone, incredulous. "Again? And with him?" he starts off in disbelief. "Whatever do you mean, Shin?" you brush it off, messing his hair with your palm, to which the teenager, like teenagers do, curls his lip and weakly swats you away. "You're my son. You'll understand when you're older." you tell him confidently.

As the youngers start to complain about being hungry, you glance over your shoulder to Aizawa. "My number's already on file. Call me." you tell him. "Mom." your eldest starts to protest, the youngers debating what they wanted to eat. "Poor baby." you coo at him, ushering the gaggle out. "It's you who wanted, and I quote," "MOM--" "One. Hundred. Siblings!" you exclaim dramatically and he groans in annoyance as you bring up that memory-something that, much to his embarrassment, you'll never stop teasing him with.

But you had a motherly inkling Shinsou is similar to how you were in your youth, instincts still in development-the desire leaning on siblings instead of babies. Or, in Shinsou’s case, what would be your grandbabies. Though it was far too soon for that.

Speaking of babies, you idly wondered how Shota's would come out.

Oh, were you fully looking forward to his call.

[icharchivist]

if solas was on tumblr / had a blog, what do you think it would look like? 2 note posts? fandom drama? mutuals? history blogger w/ incomprehensible “source: i was there” at the end?

HELPPP

I think he'd be a history blogger as well as heavily into social justice in general.

He'd post extremely long posts about some particularly niche history. He wouldn't say he was there but he would say "i have my sources", because he can't just admit on being an immortal. this is the modern equivalent of "i saw it in the Fade".

i got too long, you know the drill,

He'd also make very long posts about social issues and how they came to be, and he'd also just make thin veiled (lol) post about how "sometimes the only thing you can do is overthrow a tyrant" and everyone thinks he's joking. But he's not. (to echo those dialogues where he's like "unless i tear down the Veil and casually rewrite reality, no, i can't do that" on the disapproval path).

usually, since his posts are pretty long, he gets like 2 or 3 notes (it's usually Lavellan and Cole, sometimes it's Dorian. I'd say Felassan used to be a huge mutual of him until Solas reported him for an opinion he didn't agree with and it nuked his account. Only for solas to develop the same opinion three months later).

HOWEVER Solas is also the type of person to openly vague people he thinks are shitty, and once in a while you'll see him on a post that is Wrong about History and he'd add to it while also lowkey insulting the OP. "Since it seems listening in school is optional for some of you, here what actually happened." type of passive aggressive shit.

But as such it means he gets a lot of anon hates, which just makes him grumpier. Lavellan tells him to just delete them but Solas constantly replies to them, sassing them off his blog.

Eventually it's his insane replies to his anon hates that goes viral.

for example:

this would happen to him.

This eventually gets attention to the rest of his blog and people are constantly trying to debate him in mention, and he tends to reply aggressively to most of them. When you are kind and humble he adjusts, but sometimes he read so many bad opinions he just remains a bit aggressive. He believes the whole of tumblr is a bunch of fools without reading comprehension.

But he reblogs stories sometimes. Like, little things that sound insignificant. Like someone talking about meeting an old woman in the bus who told him he reminded her of her grandson and they talked the whole way through. Someone who paid the fare for another one only to receive a flower later. Solas loves this type of very lovely story that shows the casual kindness of humanity.

Anyway like i say he also posts a lot of very radical revolution take (like "if you want to make an impact you'd want to attack this specific building because it's not important enough for it to look like a t*rrorist attack, but it's not insignificant enough to be written out as arson") and people genuinely believe he's joking, until he makes a very long list of "what to do as a protest" that includes some fighting back and actual damage and people start to question whether he's serious (he is.)

Sometimes you'll find him having conversation with Cole's blog from reblog to reblog. Cole posts about people's emotions and stories he's seen in the Fade, but he doesn't tell that so people believe he is some sort of incomprehensible writer who does poetry. Solas replies knowing exactly what Cole says. Sometimes it's a way to describe movies, sometimes it's genuinely just cutting on the philosophy of this. Like this:

He also gets in heated debates with various DAI companions who have blogs and he's mutual with all of them. People start to realize that even though he can still be mean he specifically seems chill with those people.

Like he will reply meanly to some asks, but then they see TheRealRedJenny send him asks that are insulting him and somehow he... jokes with her instead? and it drives her mad?

like this.

(also people swear he talked with TheRealRedJenny on how to pettily attack the elites and it's where people start to believe he's serious because TheRealRedJenny often posts pictures of like. having stolen a senator's underwear and then found a way to tell the wife he was cheating on her in the most humiliating and public way possible. No one manages to catch her despite her very publically posting about it on her tumblr. So when they see a thread of Solas just replying to her something she could do, and she goes "omg Piss off." only for two weeks later for her to post a picture of having done that thing, and Solas just posts :) in the replies and she's like "don't be smug you asstwit i thought of this myself you... you nerd!" people start to be scared about him. But then they try to look for the original post again and it has been deleted, even from archives. No one knows where it is.)

And if he gets in relationship with Lavellan (which is what will happen in any AU for me, "in another world" ect) he'd just start to reblog her posts and pictures indiscriminately. This is where people sees his softest additions to post (aside from Cole's), and sometimes it's just reblogging an aesthetic picture of Lavellan's garden that she had been tending to, and he just reblogs it lovingly. People just thinks he's into aesthetics except his close mutuals who Know. He definitely got an ask by TheRealRedJenny about how "of course you twat wants to explore her garden" but he deleted it and never posted it. Which annoyed the HELL out of her.

...... So yeah this is how i picture Solas blog adventure honestly.

[candybowbeansies]

THE MATRIARCH

warnings/notes: saw a post in aizawa's tags i agree with. so without further ado; it gets SPICY at the end w dirty talk, making out, lovebites/hickeys, and its implied reader lactates. nothing explicitly NSFW ya'll get interrupted before it gets too heavy. afab reader she/her, protective MILF reader who has 'a gaggle'(to keep the amount vague + Shinsou being the eldest) of kids hanging on her, shameless & fliratious reader, reader is implied to be a she-minotuar, reader has horns she's proud of and her quirk is basically herculean strength(she can bench press her kids, no sweat) and is called as such. vaguely implied reader is also an underground hero, is at least a head taller than Endeavor(for reference!), reader hooking horns heh w Endeavor bc Shoto doesn't wanna see him, implied (one of)reader's ex(es) is in prison for beating up kids. thats it :3

"Get out of my way, woman-bovine." Endeavor growls up at you, turquoise hues ablaze. "Beat it, Endeavor. Respect the boys space." you huff down at him angrily, engaged in a battle of intimidation with the Pro; neither of you willing to stand down. "I know many trans men with bigger balls than you." you belittle him, "And every single one are not only dutiful husbands, but dutiful fathers." you jab. He snarls. "I've no damn in the world what you think you know." he strikes back, "Don't you have better things to do, such as be a mother? Perhaps a good wife? Go home. Make your husband dinner." his words making your blood boil.

"Oh, I'd almost forgotten. He's in Tartarus." venom drips in his words. "Yeah, I personally put that bastard there because he was a child-beater, like you." you moo with greater poison. That pisses him off a right way. His quirk flares, fire inches away from your skin, yet you hold your ground for the boy, your maternal instinct raging as you tilt your head; a silent threat to beat your horns into him, your livid gaze never leaving his.

Ever since you reached adulthood, you carried that instinct, having unofficially adopted hundreds, through your years. And to the offspring of many of them, you had become a godmother of sorts. And while your maternal instinct was strong, so too was the desire for your own children, which you have a whole gaggle of now, the majority of whom were being given a grand tour of the school you were currently visiting.

"Now beat it. Before you do something you will end up regretting, hero." you mercilessly lash at his obsession. You and him both know just how well you played the law. If he gave into his temper and gave you a reason to strip him of his career and shove him in prison, no matter how small, you would not hesitate to.

He glares daggers at you, growling under his breath. You glare back fearlessly, unblinking. Eventually, he snarls in distaste, turning on his heel and strutting away.

You squint at his back in disgust as he rounds the corner. With him gone, you're off to the training grounds, the Todoroki junior trailing behind you. As someone who worked underground, you were invited to U.A High School to impart your knowledge to the up and coming first-years, spending a day with each class.

The first one up for bid? The infamous 1-A. You read up on them ahead of time.

"The Matriarch. Quirk, herculean strength. She's taking time out of her busy schedule to teach you lot some lessons." Aizawa drones.

"Whoa, you're huge!" one of them, Kaminari, exclaims in what you recognized as awe, though he was hounded by his fellow classmates for his choice of words. "You look so cool, miss!" Kirishima exclaimed.

The class's boisterous praise had you guffawing proudly. When you said you could carry three of them on each horn and four on each arm, they were hasty in playfully goading you to prove it.

Suffice to say, they had a swell time using you as a jungle gym, only to be flung in a playful rough housing manner to the safety mats. They each had their turn sparring with you, and you pointed out their weak points and gave advice on how to better deal with villains who had a strength-based quirk.

You expertly wore the teens down, who were settled on the mats, conversing with eachother while you gave Aizawa a rundown on what might be improved and where for each of his students.

"Miss Matriarch!" one of them calls, "What would you do in a fight against our teacher?!" the rest enthusiastically uproaring in unison, begging you to have a bout with him. Poor man sighs in exhaustion;

"Now, class, she's only here to--"

You don't miss a beat, seeing the chance to tease him for his staring earlier.

"Sure thing, no problem!" you exclaim over him, flexing your jacked arm with your signature grin. "How about it, Eraser?" you ask, bending to the taciturn man's level with a hand on your hip, giving him an eye full of your bountiful cleavage.

His eyes twitch up from what you shamelessly showed him to your gaze flatly, and a telltale twitch of his jaw; a barely-there reaction, one you do not fail to pick up on. He had a pretty good poker face, but not good enough to trick your observational skills.

"Who says an old dog can't be taught new tricks? Bull, if you ask me." you grin widely. Your words are followed by his students pleading for at least one round.

You recognize the look he gave the enthusiastic teens as you stand straight, as well as any other parent worth their salt; the look of a father not quite able to say no to his kids.

He sighs, then; a sound you recognize as affectionate, yet it may come off as annoyed to oblivious kids. "Fine. One round. One." he says, leaving no room for argument, the teenagers erupting in cheer.

You expected him to be agile considering his line of work, but oh boy, was he flexible both physically and mentally. You knew what his quirk was, and that you wouldn't amount to much with it active against you, your quirk disabled and your strength aptitude reduced by 70%.

Considering your physical routine, that'd be one kid on each horn and two on each arm, the latter depending on their overall weight. Thus, you were confident you could brute force your way through his capture weapon, depending on the moment of and how he'd get you, only if you can react quick enough.

He took each distraction you threw his way in stride, using your physical momentum against you. He didn't let you get within five feet near him more than once.

The first time you diverted his capture attempt. The second time you tried engaging in close combat, he'd sent a kick on your lower back, noting your tendency to keep your legs firm, throwing your gait off.

And just like that, in the moment of your stumble, he went for the opening; binding one of your horns and strongarming you down onto one knee, his capture weapon restraining your arms and whole torso firmly, the jerking pressure causing your ample chest to gush; something that you were prone to, your custom undersuit acting as a thirsty sponge for accidents like this, preventing it from seeping into your outerwear and causing a scene.

Damn, that was hot. You did appreciate a little manhandling, sometimes.

The teens erupt in cheer, and you laugh as the binds loosen. "Good fight, Eraserhead! Color me impressed." you praise, standing, as eager students quickly surround you. They ask questions, seek advice, and you answer to the best of your ability.

You feel his eyes on you again, and it's not long before the bell rings. "Go on now, time for lunch." you shoo the hungry teenagers towards the way of the cafeteria, met with a boisterous variety of happy to meet you's, thanks, and farewells as they rush off.

You wave until the last of them exit the gym. "Hey, Eraser." you call impishly, looking over your shoulder. "How about we steal away time to ourselves, hm?" you offer flirtatiously, sauntering up to him. "Shameless." he huffs, amused.

You giggle, bending to his height, checking him out. "Says the man who's been ogling me all day. What, thinkin' about putting your babies in me?" you whisper in his ear, feeling him up. He chuckles; it's a deep, hot, breathless sound.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he teases you back, tugging your collar. "Oh, I'd love to, handsome." you reply coyly. Anything between that and relocating to a more discreet area nearby is a haze, nothing on your mind except him.

Him, propped on one of your thick thighs, his back and your knee pressed firmly against the wall to make up for the massive difference in height, all but shoving your long, smooth tongue down his throat. Cheeky bastard was asking for it, holding onto your horns in an attempt to keep his hands to himself.

Your hands held onto his thigh and hip. You pull away, leaving him panting. "So pretty." he moans, deep and sexy, gasping when you dive for his neck, "Fuck, 'm sensitive there--" pushing your thumb into his mouth.

You suckle, lick, nip; leaving hickeys behind. A few in, you hear the distant footsteps of your eldest approaching, as he tugs your shirt with urgency. "Wait, someone's-" "Yeah." you grin, giving him a quick peck before easing him back down onto his feet.

He exhales, turning his back to the door to take a moment to regain composure. One of your younger children barges right in, followed by the rest of them. "Mama, tour's over! U.A is sooo biig!" they exclaim in awe. "Is it, now?" you grin widely.

Your eldest comes in last, an absolute carbon copy of his late father, his face glued to the phone, your youngest propped on his hip. He glances up over the rest of the gaggle he's tasked with helping take care of and watch over, to you, then to your next conquest.

"Mom." he lowers his phone, incredulous. "Again? And with him?" he starts off in disbelief. "Whatever do you mean, Shin?" you brush it off, messing his hair with your palm, to which the teenager, like teenagers do, curls his lip and weakly swats you away. "You're my son. You'll understand when you're older." you tell him confidently.

As the youngers start to complain about being hungry, you glance over your shoulder to Aizawa. "My number's already on file. Call me." you tell him. "Mom." your eldest starts to protest, the youngers debating what they wanted to eat. "Poor baby." you coo at him, ushering the gaggle out. "It's you who wanted, and I quote," "MOM--" "One. Hundred. Siblings!" you exclaim dramatically and he groans in annoyance as you bring up that memory-something that, much to his embarrassment, you'll never stop teasing him with.

But you had a motherly inkling Shinsou is similar to how you were in your youth, instincts still in development-the desire leaning on siblings instead of babies. Or, in Shinsou’s case, what would be your grandbabies. Though it was far too soon for that.

Speaking of babies, you idly wondered how Shota's would come out.

Oh, were you fully looking forward to his call.

[sarumans]

my brothers in arms. after over 13 years on this cursed webbed site (?!!!!!??????!) i finally have a story worthy of — if any of my posts were ever to break containment, so to speak — getting anons calling me a liar but i swear on my bones this is a true story.......

so....the other day i had a weird dream *let it be known, all my dreams are pretty weird and unpredictable and this one dream isn't very out of the ordinary for me in terms of plausibility yknow. (cliffs notes of the entire dream recited here for posterity's sake, though it's not all relevant to the story)

(author's note: anyone psychoanalytically-inclined wanna read the shit out of me, feel free, i'd love to hear your theories lmao)

in the dream, something about being on a greyhound sort of bus, on a trip to some big house, i'm assuming i'm fresh out of surgery because i have to put all my piercings back in. halfway through and the dad (a/n: whose dad? idk? the dad of the chalet?) tells me i need to do some task for him right now (a/n: what task? unclear) so i lose half my piercings because i cant finish putting them back in (distressing) and there are 1000000 bathrooms and i cannot figure out Which One i am allowed to shower in. (presumably i shower?idk) in the living room, all of us (colleagues? classmates? cohort? idk) and it is a huge elaborate blanket/pillow fort. chatting with this person, who is very hot and we are really vibing or whatever the kids say, and they tell me they have a gf but they need to break up with her in the next couple days (no details just the vibes are Bad) so we both agree we shan't cross any boundaries and end up laying beside each other under a table in the blanket fort (not in a clandestine type of way but this was normal in the context of the dream i guess? idk) /end of dream

i woke up feeling emotionally rollercoastered bc i feel like i experienced such Yearning but it was a dream (this "emotional whiplash" is common upon awakening from a dream for me) but the weird part is normally it's been directed towards an ex or a friend or generally someone i know and have interacted with irl, OR a dreamsona that doesn't exist in my waking life. but this person seemed familiar. and later when scrolling through instagram i saw it is one of my mutuals that we recently started following each other. but we have never talked. most has been liking a story post or two. so i'm like. wtf whomt are you, dream intruder !!!

after talking it over w a pal i decided what do i have to lose and messaged them being like Hello hope this isnt weird but you were in my dream and i need to find out who you are ??? and their response was very positive and after chatting find out theyre longtime close friends with a pal of mine so i'm like Hey WhAt if we hang out ????

and we literally met irl yesterday evening. chatted, had a couple beers, exchanged lore, etc. turns out the dream persona was pretty accurate vibes wise??? i'm absolutely mindblown. they also speak fluent tumblr having spent a good long while on here, and we have many bizarre commonalities. they literally read h*mestuck......can you believe this........the year of our lord twenty twenty five......another homestuck in the wild. it's definitely unlocked a lot of buried memories of a bygone era lmao

anyway. long story short. i have a new hot friend now !!!!!! this is so exciting!!!! but like. from a fucking drEAM???!! HOW did this happen. oh god what if this entire thing us a dream. even this blog post on tumblr dot com. is this the real life.....is this just fantasy.......whatever the case i'm having a grand old time and feeling incredibly grateful whatever comes of this meeting aaaaa

ok thanks for bearing with me for this long post but is this not the most tumblr coded story ever??? haters will say its fake.....

[moramaisis]

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x his vamp bride Status: Happy together S/O: Both are bi criminals This fic: Part 7 of the series (everything is linked on Ao3), chapter 2 out of 4 (at the time i'm posting this.) All the tags and notes and other info is on Ao3. The series. Summary: The offer is accepted and soon the vampire couple gets to experience their first wedding night, however, not all goes according to plan when dark secrets arise. Luckily, no one is better at keeping secrets than the ascended couple. Warnings and tags: evil vampire couple, villain romance, explicit nasty smut, exaggerated horniness, gothic inspired, dark humor, turns into horror comedy in parts, very dark humor, arranged marriage, mention of murder, bodily fluid play, orgy, multiple partners, groping, handjobs, no incest but fucking in the same room and sharing partners, oral sex, anal sex, vag sex, dommy vampire bride, danger play w seduction ??, murder, vulnerable conversations, mention of children and pregnancy, mild drama, praise kink (idk how this became a part of this fic, i'm not even into that), hair play, spanking, lots of kissing and intimacy, one character has a breeding kink but i'm judging…mildly. DEAD DOVE. Notes: I always feel the need to explain things because my fics are weird. Very gothic horror inspired, as well as splatterpunk inspired, sometimes dark comedy, sometimes campy. Not taking itself too seriously. I feel like this 7th part is even more gratuitous than the others.

We made the decision to move back to Crow's Call, although, Oneressa was begging us to stay. It took a lot of reassuring that she was a great host and our stay has been nothing but wonderful.

“We simply aren't used to all this hustle and bustle,” I said. “Besides, it's not fair to thrust all of our new pets upon you.”

“Disciplining Cornelis is a full time job.” Astarion chimed in. “My lady, we're not leaving for good. We're your renters, you own us.” His charisma was enough to calm Oneressa's fears, she blushed and gave us her blessing.

Once back home I could finally relax. The centuries old castle was quiet, cold and humid. Cornelis was standing in the corner, wearing nothing but his lace robe and panties, shaking wildly from the winter chill. Amara was sitting in a chair, legs crossed, watching us silently and sending an occasional glare of disgust towards her ex-accomplice. She was allowed to wear the clothes she had on when we turned her.

Even though it was me who proposed to turn the sorceress I was uncertain about Amara. Her history gave me no reason to trust her and I didn't know a single thing about her. The night she arose from her grave I was ready to rip her head off. However, the woman gave us all a surprise. Though she may have looked bloody and pained from her transformation, she lunged at Cornelis the very second she saw him. The sorceress clawed out his eyes, then jumped up and throat punched him. I had to pull her away from Cornelis, while she writhed and cussed at him. It was at that very moment that I started taking a liking to her. These two behaved like a cat and dog around each other. It was immensely entertaining.

With our two new spawn and dogs the castle felt pretty crowded. I discussed the household matters with Astarion and assigned Amara a room, whilst making Cornelis sleep in a built-in closet. Of course, this didn't help the dynamic between the two.

One dreary, misty day I was interrupted by loud shouting coming from the hallway.

Amara and Cornelis were circling each other like tigers.

“Shut it, muff connoisseur! I hope betrayal stings you like it did me!” Cornelis growled.

“What do you even know about betrayal, you man child? How did I ever agree to working with you? You're fucking hopeless! The only means of survival you know is suckling your father's teat. Criminal mastermind of the underworld, ha! Not a day spent using your brain!”

“Oh, that's rich coming from a kleptomaniac! Tell me, did the Watch forget to pay your benefits or was there another reason that inspired you to steal from the officers of law?”

“You tried to fucking kill me!”

“And you ran with your tail between your legs when I was captured. Damn coward!”

“I didn't touch your fucking spell!” Amara hissed at him. “Why did you even taunt them? Did it get you hard? Why couldn't you send another letter?!”

I rushed to separate them.

“That's enough! You're giving me a headache.” I barked and the two glared at me. Their endless fighting was starting to tire me out. “If you don't stop your bickering I will rip out your tongues and stitch the stumps together. Now separate and fuck off from my sight!”

Amara wrinkled her nose and walked away, while Cornelis stared at her like he was going to throw her down the stairs.

“And, by the way, i disrupted your spell, moron.” I spat, heading back to our bedroom.

“W-what?!” Cornelis yelped, whilst Amara's evil cackle filled the hallway.

I slammed the door shut behind me. Astarion was looking at me amusedly.

“Are the children being unruly?”

“I think I just shattered Cornelis' world.”

Astarion laughed.

“It needed to be done a long time ago…and preferably by his parents.”

“I told him about the spell.”

“Poor thing, how crushing it must be to know you had him wrapped around your little finger.” The vampire said with a dark gleam in his eye, whilst rubbing lotion into his curls and shaping them with his hands.

I lay down on the bed beside him and returned to my sketchbook. It was lying next to a tome about local history and I continued copying the map of the Arrnevae lands. They were huge and stretched out across craggy mountain streams, unkempt hunting paths and forgotten monoliths worn by time. I turned a few pages to see the ruins of Orilenta. The once magnificent castle looked like the spine of a scavenger-picked giant.

“I bet even ghosts don't want to haunt that place,” I sighed.

A few days had passed and we were enjoying a lovely quiet evening in the living-room. Astarion was sitting near the fireplace, fixing a torn seam in one of his favorite jacket. I was beside him, completing my manicure. Amara had just returned from her hunt, holding a hare, and sat down on a chair in the corner of the room to quench her thirst.

“Skin it and prepare the pelt for me.” I commanded.

Amara stared at me briefly before answering.

“Aye, mistress.”

Though Amara gave us the occasional stink eye she seemed to adapt well to her new circumstances. Amara was smart and seeing how effortlessly we tossed around a massive half elf like Cornelis removed any sort of disobedience from her being. I heard the popping sound of skin as she sunk her fangs into the rabbit's neck. The evening was truly serene.

A loud knock on the wooden door startled us all. Amara flinched and dropped her hare. Astarion frowned looking up from his sewing.

“Will someone get the damned door?” His question was addressed to our spawn, who seemed shy like a pair of wild animals. Cornelis flew past us to open the door but I jumped in his way. I pushed him in the chest with such force that he flew backwards into the room he emerged from and slammed the door in his face. He was still in his lacy panties and i didn't want to encourage any kind of rumors.

I unlocked the front door and looked at the unwanted guest. It was a young man in a thick fur coat, holding his stag by the reins.

“Miss Aspenbrook.” The young man said, handing me a letter. I accepted it and watched as he jumped up into the saddle and disappeared into the night. I shut the door and sat down on the settee.

“What is that, dear?” The vampire lord asked, peeking at me curiously.

“It has the Arrnevae family wax seal.” I said meaningfully.

“Everyone, out of this room! Out, while you still have legs!” He barked and Amara tucked her hare under her armpit, scurrying out like a rodent. Cornelis flung his door open and speed walked through the room, running up the staircase. Once we were left alone he resumed his sewing.

I broke the seal and opened the letter, it was filled with a beautiful handwriting in red ink. For a second I froze in horror, thinking it was written in elvish, but I was glad to be mistaken. I ran my eyes over the text.

“What does it say?” He asked eagerly.

“They agreed to our proposal. To double marriage, to everything. All we have to do now is write them back to discuss the details and set the date.”

Astarion's eyes lit up.

“That's wonderful news! Finally things are moving in the right direction.” The glow in his ruby eyes intensified as he yelled, ”Wine! Now!”

Cornelis brought us a bottle of red, as well as two cups, then scrambled. I cracked the bottle open, pouring us a drink. This was the beginning of our new home, though, we weren't out of the woods yet.

After some correspondence with our future spouses we were sent a draft of our marriage document. Exchanging letters with Arnnevae proved to be great fun, at least for us. We tasked Amara to deliver our letters and she did so with ease, casting a portal and jumping out the other end. Needless to say, our side of the correspondence was lightening fast. We studied the marriage document together, it was quite the interesting read.

“The marriage is annulled if spouses fail to produce an heir…” I read aloud. “Spouses hereby affirm to treat their new family with generosity and care they're due. Wow, never seen emotional blackmail in writing before.”

“Not an uncommon thing in such documents.” Astarion explained. “This is just a fancier way of saying they want us to respect their wishes and share the goods.”

I ran my eyes over the text once more. “No mention of the time they're giving us. How soon are they expecting babies? Summer solstice, nana's birthday?”

Astarion chuckled.

“I think they're being pretty reasonable. At least they're not rushing us.”

There was something else that needed to be discussed.

“Beloved, it's important that we stock up on birth control, unless…” I placed a hand on Astarion's leg. He looked at me calmly, with the most peculiar look upon his face.

“Unless what, darling? We decide to bring a child into this world? This world that was almost destroyed by a group of fanatics a year ago? Or…?” He paused, tilting his head as he looked directly at me. “Have you thought about it?”

“Not since we became involved in Baldur's Gate. I cleared a healer of her potions and never thought about it since.” I realized how it came across and hurried to explain. “Not that I hated the idea of having a baby dhampir with you, I just didn't want to face the apocalypse with morning sickness.”

“You were absolutely right.” He smiled, patting my knee. “One parasite inside your body was more than enough.” It looked like he had something on his mind and he was mulling it over. “Have you been taking it ever since?”

“Well…yes. I know that vampires can't get vampires pregnant but….we've had guests in our bedroom. Better to be prepared. It's a habit.” His oddness sparked my curiosity.

“Hmm,” he seemed perplexed. “I wonder if this would be considered a weakness, though, I doubt Cazador had the mindfulness to think about reproduction when negotiating his hellish contract.”

That idea made my veins run cold. The possibility of pregnancy filled me with dread.

“Him as a parent? Can you imagine? Did he even remember how the deed is done?” I made a crude attempt at a joke but Astarion smirked nevertheless.

“He did, darling.” My beloved glanced at me wearily. “But he had no interest in actual children. Why raise his own competitors? Besides, he would've created total monsters.”

Something inside me shivered. I took his hand in mine, caressing it gently.

“I wouldn't put it past devils to make it possible. If not for anything more than pure fun and chaos, my dear.” His fingers stroked my skin.

“I cannot lie that it makes me curious. That I want to see what our offspring would look like.” I was staring at the floor, trying to stifle my nervous chuckle. “Yet I have to be honest with you, I don't think that I would make a good mother. If our offspring turned into uncontrollable monsters I would kill them with my own bare hands.”

I felt a squeeze around my palm.

“Out of us two you're definitely the more well-adjusted one. You had doting parents, you know how it ought to be done.”

I was unable to control my manic grin.

“I'm not fit for parenthood. All my memories are tainted, even the brightest ones.” I turned to look at Astarion. “What about you? Have you been thinking about it?”

The gaze of his ruby eyes was subdued and melancholic.

“Maybe? My dear, i've lived through enough to know that there's nothing I can give to a child. I have no desire to raise a tyrant, a spiteful brat, or a bloodthirsty fiend. Our current life satisfies me completely…however…i have thought about it, as one naturally does, about the 'what ifs'. Having a child should invoke feelings of joy and I feel no such emotion.”

I exhaled and cupped his face, covering it with thankful kisses. Astarion gazed at me with surprise.

“I'm glad we feel the same. Just thinking about pregnancy and parenting fills me with greater dread than fighting the Netherbrain.”

My love grinned as he wrapped his arms around me.

“We know ourselves too well, my flame. Offspring take too much of our valuable time and resources. It's better spent elsewhere.” He rubbed his face against my neck.

“My thoughts exactly. It would make an interesting project for research purposes, but the kind of project where you put the subject out of it's misery when its done.” I laughed and Astarion tightened his arms around me, kissing my neck.

“I have plenty of potions in my night stand, darling. I've made sure to not leave behind any unwanted gifts.” He cooed in my ear. “Once we secure our future home we shall find a way to deal with our pesky spouses.”

The way he pronounced ''spouses'' was so diabolical that it made me fall for him all over again.

“So considerate,” I purred as I kissed his lips.

After further communications we agreed to several rules and set the date. There wasn't any point in dragging this out, hence the signing would happen next week. The conditions of the marriage were simple: no fuss, no guests, no dramatics. We were to sign the contract in Arrnevae castle, stay the night (possibly longer if we were up for it) and return home. Regular visits were due between our estates but both of us were established enough to know that we had a life outside this union.

When the time arrived we had a long bath, put on our finest clothes and jewellery and flew to Arrnevae estate. The wedding registration was settled to occur in the afternoon. We shapeshifted down the road. It was a cold and foggy winter's day, the air was milky and landscape painted various shades of grey. We walked up to the door and knocked. A servant let us in, guiding us to the big hall.

Our wedding outfits were black and lacy and our make up was dark and alluring. Thirza and Uldreyin were waiting for us in the vast empty space. Arched windows let in some of the milky light but not enough to brighten the room. Brother and sister were dressed in long silver gowns and decadent silver jewellery. Headdresses, belts and rings – these two embodied the elvish essence. I doubt that our fashion choices were a hindrance to them but I had a feeling that they viewed us as an exotic treat. The clerk was sitting behind a desk, papers and ink spread out in front of him.

Both sibling greeted us with a regal smile. It was apparent they appreciated the effort we had put into our appearance, it helped to made everything just a little more formal.

“Good day.” Uldreyin was the first to greet us. “Would you like some wine?” He pointed at the carafe on the desk.

“How kind.” Astarion smiled charmingly as we both reached for a cup and Uldreyin filled them for us. “Trying to get us drunk on the first day of our marriage? I think we're going to get along just fine.”

Uldreyin laughed whilst pouring himself and his sister a drink.

“I know you had a long journey in the cold. Ask and we'll get you anything that you need.”

“We're not used to hosting guests,” Thirza chimed in with a smile. “Forgive us if we misstep.”

“You mustn't worry, you've been nothing but kind.” I replied, drinking from my cup. “Where are your parents? Aren't they celebrating with us?”

Thirza smiled apologetically.

“Father and mother took ill. They've become quite frail. They shall meet you once better. Brother told them about your plan and they were happy to see us marry. Can't wait to meet their grandchildren, they said.”

“It may take some time.” I nodded and Thirza laughed while sipping her wine.

“I'm pretty anxious about it,” she admitted to me and I caressed her arm.

“Me too,” I whispered. “Pregnancy scares the life out of me.”

Thirza squeezed my hand, there was something foreboding in her eyes, a certain kind of fear and sorrow. It alarmed me.

“You can tell me anything. I will help you as much as I can.” I promised her and the elf gazed at me adoringly.

“So, shall we move forward?” Uldreyin asked, turning to the clerk.

“Please do.” Astarion replied.

The clerk read us the contract and passed us the quill. We signed our names at the bottom of the contract. The siblings signed the document after us and the clerk waited for the ink to dry. Then he rolled up the papers and placed them inside his bag.

“Your marriage is finalized. I shall return to the city hall and catalogue the document. Your copy is here. My congratulations.” He left the copy on the desk and exited the room with a servant by his side.

It felt odd seeing a piece of rolled-up paper which carried such importance and joined our future with this noble family. Just scribbled ink on a dead tree, just another made up law. The marriage was pretty traditional on paper – we were married to the opposite sex. Uldreyin to me and Astarion to Thirza, yet we had agreed that keeping it traditional wasn't in our best interest.

“And so it is finally done! Welcome to the family!” Uldreyin said raising his cup and we smashed our cups into his. He rang his bell and ordered the servant to bring us refreshments. The two large plates consisted of different breads, cheeses, meats and sausages. The servant took the copy of the document and we sat down on a bear rug that was in front of the fireplace. Uldreyin provided us pillows and blankets. The tray with the plates was standing on the floor.

I tasted all the refreshments meanwhile Astarion was reserved with his food.

“Forgive me that I'm stingy with compliments today. I'm very distracted but, rest assured, you two look spellbinding.” Uldreyin flirted.

“Why thank you,” Astarion replied. “We were aiming to please. Allow me to return the compliment. Both of you are absolutely stunning, isn't it right, darling?” He glanced at me and I smiled.

“Indeed. I love your long hair. Can I touch it?” My eyes wandered shamelessly on Uldreyin's body, bouncing to his sister.

The elf didn't seem to mind at all.

“Please do.” He craned his neck with the most charming smile and I picked a strand of his long, silky hair. I could never get tired of the texture of elven hair, it was always so carefully maintained.

“How incredibly soft. What's your secret?” I asked playfully.

Uldreyin's face lit up as he started explaining his routine. I kept stroking his hair as we discussed various herbs and hair care techniques.

“I thought your beloved taught you all about elven secrets. He must be well aware of them, judging by his hair.”

“His routine is pretty simple. He grew up in Baldur's Gate so he's practically human. His beauty is all natural.” I teased.

“Are you two gossiping about me already?” Astarion chimed in. He was having small talk with Thirza but was immediately involved in our conversation.

“Uldreyin complimented your hair,” I winked.

“Really?” Astarion inspected us calmly. “Are you wooing Arsenia by complimenting me? That's an interesting technique, though, it might work on her.”

Uldreyin gazed at the vampire with an alluring smirk.

“Arsenia told me that you grew up in Baldur's Gate. Please don't take it the wrong way but it explains a lot. You're the most progressive, most modern elf i've ever met.”

Astarion's eyes narrowed suspiciously while he maintained the most enchanting smile. Although he was still suffering from memory loss, and his exact childhood remained a mystery, this was an acceptable part of our lore.

“Are you saying that i'm not elf enough for you? I can confirm that there's nothing unusual about me, well, apart from the obvious. You'll find out swiftly if you choose to travel anywhere in Faerûn.”

“It's not at all what I meant!” The elf hurried to apologize. “The elves here tend to live in the past. They're clinging to the way of life that was common ages ago. Blame the closeness of ancient forests, these fey-ridden pockets keep away newcomers and innovation. Our city grew thanks to the craftsmanship of local talent, natural resources and new roads, but it's not comparable to a bustling giant such as Baldur's Gate. I don't wish to offend you. You're well-travelled, it's simply obvious.”

“Hmm, i've made many friends here and I have yet to see anything backwards. This place is as free spirited as our home town, if not more.”

“Free spirit has always been a part of the elves.” Uldreyin smiled. “We should be more free but our ancestors mimicked human traditions when they started constructing this city.”

“Baldur's Gate has outgrown itself,” Astarion said tenderly. “It hosts many dangerous places that put the wild forests to shame. Are you keeping an eye on the news? It's facing destruction every few years. How people still dare to live there is beyond me.”

Uldreyin stared at Astarion adoringly.

“Nevertheless, I wish to visit it one day. Rather sooner than later.”

“Fair enough, just wait a little. Give the people time to rebuild the ruins.”

“I wouldn't mind visiting it either.” Thirza sighed. “Or any other big city. Even if for a short time.”

“And yet we are here. Running from one.” I chuckled.

“You said that you grew up in the wilderness?” Thirza asked.

“Yes. I still miss it sometimes. The nature, the freedom.”

“An you, Astarion, how do you feel about living in the wilderness, as city folk?” She turned to him.

“We spent long nights camping in the forest during our adventures. I learned to appreciate it. It was freeing. Far from prying eyes.” The vampire smiled enigmatically.

Thirza was visibly captivated by our devotion to nature and each other.

“Astarion, what did you do in Baldur's gate?” Uldreyin asked suddenly.

“I worked as a magistrate.” His reply was short and polite.

Uldreyin finished his cup of wine and placed it on the floor.

“We hired a person to research you and they found that someone bearing your name had stopped working in the town hall a long time ago.”

Thirza tilted her head playfully.

“Not now, brother. It's our wedding day.”

“I am simply curious,” Uldreyin answered innocently.

Astarion and I looked at each other. We had made sure to check the records – well, bribed someone to show them to us, to be exact – in order to destroy any documents mentioning his death, and great was our surprise when we found nothing! Astarion told me then that it must have been Cazador who erased them, so that nothing could be traced back to him. Ironically, Astarion's tombstone was the only evidence of his death, and we removed that quickly.

Astarion's face was illuminated by a smug little grin.

“You did your homework, Uldreyin. How thoughtful. Yet I think it would be wiser to ask such questions before marriage.”

Uldreyin delighted him with a cunning smile.

“Worry not, dear lover, we're satisfied with this arrangement. We didn't see anything that we weren't expecting to see.”

“You are running from a prosperous city, inherited money, your beloved is well-known among the criminal underbelly. It's evident you're running from something.” Thirza added with the warmest disposition. “I hope my words don't come across as an insult, dear Arsenia.”

“No offence taken.” I reassured her.

I was certain that Astarion would find a way to wriggle out of this situation. I filled his cup with wine and the vampire took a long sip.

“Why not, lets toss the cards on the table. I worked as a magistrate, that part's true,” he said in a serious tone. “The thing is, I wasn't the most impartial one. Certain people offered me money for a verdict that suited them. I was young and all that power went straight to my head. I neglected truth when it paid well and my corruption brought me much unwanted attention. Certain folk weren't too pleased with my ruling, so they cursed me. I was fired from my position soon after and went into hiding. I spent years looking for a cure, until finally finding it in the arms of my true love.”

Astarion glanced at me with longing and I fell in love again. I loved watching him pull the wool over people's eyes. He was magnificent at his craft of deception, polished over years of vampiric slavery. There was just one thing that made me wonder – how much truth did he weave into the story about his corruption? Either way, he made it sound believable and it was all that mattered.

Uldreyin and Thirza didn't react the way we thought. Both siblings weren't shocked or repulsed, they simply studied us with a smile.

“My, my! What an eventful career. I presume you have learned from your mistakes?” Uldreyin asked cheekily.

“I most certainly have! Never get caught!” Astarion replied and the siblings burst out laughing.

“You're still fairly young, dear lover. There's plenty of temptation around to pull you back to your bad habits.” It was hard to tell if Uldreyin was flirting or insulting him.

“Oh, i've aged in dog years,” the vampire answered alluringly. “Besides, I have Arsenia to keep me out of trouble. I promised her to be good.”

He glanced at me and I smacked his leg.

“Stop it! I'm not your babysitter.”

“I would never think of you that way. But she likes giving punishments.” Astarion said while sending me a seductive glance.

I shook my head slowly.

“And rewards too, of course.” The vampire added slyly.

“That certainly makes a great motivator,” Uldreyin stated.

“Oh, she is an excellent motivator.”

“That's only because you're a treat. And I like treating myself.” I said looking at Astarion.

The chemistry between us was strong enough to electrify the whole room. I leaned on my arm and pulled his face towards myself to kiss his lips. The vampire replied eagerly, devouring me like a starving beast. It was fair to assume that the conversation about our dodgy past was closed for the day. Our kiss grew longer than was decent.

We pulled apart as I resisted an urge to bite him. I wasn't surprised at all to see that the siblings were watching us, they probably didn't avert their eyes during the whole performance. There was something captivating about a happy relationship, it could give the feeling of missing out to even the happiest singles.

“Do you have any leftover kisses for thy spouse?” Uldreyin asked slyly.

“There may be a few.” I grinned and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into a heated kiss. Uldreyin opened his mouth to let my tongue in. He rubbed his tongue against mine, matching my passion. I gave his silky hair a needy tug and Uldreyin bit my lip. I ended our kiss, pushing him away. A gentle touch on the shoulder made me turn my head. Thriza's enigmatic smile was warming my cheek.

“May I have a taste as well?”

“Be me guest.”

The lady pressed her mouth against mine with an appetite. I widened my mouth but was immediately dominated by her tongue. Her hand travelled up my bodice and squeezed my breast.

“Your beloved is a good kisser,” I heard Uldreyin say. “We should sample you next. I'm sure it's going to be a pleasant surprise.”

“We're both qualified in the oral department. We take practice very seriously.” Astarion replied.

“Can't say the same, unfortunately. I think we're in dire need of your helping hand.”

I cracked an eye open and saw the two elves merge in a passionate kiss. It was a beautiful act and I felt proud of Astarion. So proud, in fact, that I lifted Thirza's skirts and caressed her thighs. The elven lady deepened her kiss in response, her hands stroking my breasts. All this joyful celebration was making me wet.

The master of the house was the one who wrapped his arm around the vampire's waist. He parted the kiss and whispered something in his ear, to which Astarion grinned to. The elves moved closer to us and I felt their gentle hands on my back.

“My dear, can we join forces?” Astarion asked me.

The two pressed against us, forming a circle. I kissed Astarion gently, taking my time tasting his lips. Then moved over to Uldreyin as Astarion kissed Thirza. My hand remained on her thigh and Astarion joined me under the darkness of her skirt, so that I could focus on Uldreyin. I picked one of Uldreyin's hands and pushed it under my dress, guiding it between my legs. The elf got instantly inspired and caressed his long fingers down my slit. His hands smeared wetness across my crotch as he rubbed my clit. Thirza spread her legs and I dove into her slick folds, meanwhile Astarion played with her entrance.

Uldreyin took my free hand and guided it under his dress. His thick cock was eager and squeezing against his leg. I grabbed his member and started to massage it. I took a peek and noticed that Uldreyin had opened Astarion's trousers and was playing with his manhood. Thirza was kneading my breast, as well as, opening the buttons on Astarion's jacket and fondling his chest. We were a mess of grunting, fondling, horny pleasure seekers.

Astarion and I were working double as hard, engaging hungry mouths and bodies, yet finding a minute to seek out each other in this circle of flesh. Astarion's jacket and shirt were off, meanwhile Uldreyin had untied my bodice and loosened the gown around my shoulders, so I was able to slip out my arms and gather the bodice around my waist. Siblings took turns devouring Astarion's chest: they tasted his neck as if he were a sugared treat, stroked his skin as if handling the finest silk and indulged in tender biting. Their hunger was so desperate and overbearing, it felt like their first meal in years.

Soon they turned their attention to me and I was swept away by the sensation of mouths and tongues. It was overwhelming, a wave of friction, moisture and heat. I was bitten, licked, caressed – eaten alive. My body melted into the flesh that tasted me, my loins throbbed in ecstasy.

Astarion joined us and we merged once again. Various hands reached out for one another, grabbing and stroking – anything was an acceptable target, a cock, a nipple, a vulva. I fumbled around in the midst of moist writhing bodies, grabbing anything that was within reach. One of the sibling's hand pushed between my thighs and stroked my silky wetness. Someone's cock was grinding against my naked hip. My finger's toyed with every piece of meat they got a hold of.

“It's time we move to the bedchamber. It's getting cold.” Thirza mumbled in ecstasy.

“You're right. Everything is ready for our guests.” Her brother answered.

I opened my eyes to find out that Uldreyin was fully naked and Thirza was wearing nothing but her thin linen chemise. Uldreyin gave us both a hand to help us up. The journey to the bedchamber felt like love making, we passed through a long dark hallway with naked, ribbed stone walls. The bedchamber was warm and lit by dozens of candles, as well as, a lavish fireplace. The bed was pushed against a wall and double the size, likely custom made. A carafe of water, wine and a tray of refreshments was on the table.

The door shut behind us and Thirza hurried to free me from my gown. I helped to pull her chemise over her head as Uldreyin helped Astarion to undress. His hands were gentle, admiring even, he worshipped the elf. Thirza held my waist as she guided me to the bed, jumping on the mattress first and pulling me beside her. Uldreyin and Astarion followed us soon and we melted into a mountain of meat. Legs entwined, genitals rubbed against one another. I couldn't even tell whose all the body parts belonged to that fought for my attention. The sense of smell was my greatest helper.

Someone's face pressed between my legs, making my heart flutter and someone squeezed my hand around an erection. I recognized it soon enough, it was Uldreyin. I tried to look around and discovered that Astarion was hard at work between Thirza's legs. The lady herself was eating me out like I was a ripe plum. Pleasure between my legs was growing quickly, each stroke of her tongue sent fireworks up my spine. I moved my hips and orgasmed immediately. It washed over me like a wave and I slid my hips away from the sweet pleasure-giving fairy.

Thirza delighted me with a cheeky smile as she wiped her mouth. Her cheeks were adorned by a heavy blush, she stood on her elbows on knees, with Astarion's face pushed against her folds. I turned on my back, whilst Uldreyin's cock was still firmly in my hand, and pulled him on top of myself. He followed eagerly, occupying my mouth with a needy kiss. I guided his cock inside me, slipping and sliding in the process. The elf shuddered, groaning as he entered me, thrusting his member deeper into my warmth. I clenched his rear for some motivation, enjoying his ample behind as he fucked me.

I checked in on my beloved, he was on his back and straddled by Thirza, who was riding him as if he was a winning steed. The vampire seemed content and relaxed, which made me happy. Uldreyin was sweating and grunting atop me. Speaking of horses, I liked being the one pulling the reins. I grabbed his hair, twirled it around my wrist and tugged. Uldreyin's head yanked backwards, the muscles in his neck danced as he gasped. I smacked his rear with my other hand. The elf groaned in delight, his long eyelashes fluttering shut as his mouth gaped open.

I spanked him again as his hips were grinding against me. I pulled his hair once more and his body shuddered as I felt something hot and slippery against my thigh. Immediately I reached for it and squeezed it into my fist. Uldreyin made a hoarse whimper of lust, his spine curved and he began to grind his hips into my hand. His cock was slippery from my wetness so the process went rather smoothly. I yanked his hair and the elf mouthed a shaky moan, orgasming into my fist. I pulled his head over for a mean kiss and his lips melded with mine.

Uldreyin took his time lingering on my soft lips, then flopped down beside me and pulled me into a cuddle. We watched Thirza who was grinding her hips atop of Astarion, hands resting on the vampire's chest, long hair sticking to her sweaty back. She reached her orgasm right under our observant gaze with a fluttering sigh, yet didn't stop riding him. She rode him until he came inside of her and lay down on his chest to relax.

“She's so dedicated.” I whispered with admiration.

“She is.” The elf agreed, smiling. “She likes you. It was important that we both do.”

“As it should be. Life is too short for unhappy unions.”

“Couldn't have worded it better myself.” Uldreyin covered my shoulder in kisses. “I hope you don't mind if we have another run later in the day? We have some unfinished business.”

I pressed my hand that was coated in his seed against his chest, smearing it across his skin.

“You mean, you delivered your gift to the wrong place?” I taunted him with grin. “Someone got a little carried away.”

Uldreyin looked at his filthy chest and uttered a soft lustful chuckle.

“I think anyone would be in our place. You two have a talent for bringing out the worst in people.”

I circled my finger around his fluid-coated, glistening nipple.

“The worst? The best, more like! We're known for our therapeutic effects.”

“Or besotting effects…mmm…i can't wait to fill all of your places properly next time.” Uldreyin kissed my neck. “I'll need some rest, wake me up if you need anything or ring the bell to get the servant.” He left a few passionate kisses on my neck before getting comfortable and closing his eyes. Astarion seemed peacefully asleep in Thirza's arms, so I waited until everyone's breathing became slow and monotone.

I wasn't feeling tired or foolish enough to miss such a great opportunity to explore the castle. I got off the bed and put on one of the silky robes that were so graciously left for us on the clothes pole. The fabric was thin, airy and quite see through but it was better than haunting the place nude. The day was still young as I wandered into the endless hallways, the light coming from narrow windows was hazy and colorless, I was yet again surprised by the deafening silence of the castle. This place felt dead. I tried all the doors on my way, some were open and revealed themselves to be nothing more than unused bedrooms, closets, bathrooms and places used for storage.

I walked back and hurried up the stairs to look around the floor above us. The air was colder here with no signs of life. My bare feet made little to no noise as I attempted to open all the doors. One was a beautiful bathroom, one was a bedroom with furniture hidden under white linen, one was a carpeted room filled with various weapon displays.

Upon opening another door in the endless row of stone wall I caught a whiff of a strange odor. It was so faint that it was barely there, yet my vampiric senses detected it easily. I peeked through the gap in the door, it was a large room with ornate rugs and tapestry. The room was numbingly cold and the pale light coming from the window made it appear hazy. Seeing no visible source of the smell I filled my lungs again, trying to decipher it. The smell had a herbal note with bitter undertones, it took me a minute to comprehend what was bothering me about it, it felt unnatural, artificial even. This smell was not the smell of decay, nor filth – it reminded me of a potion.

Even more curious now I pushed the door wide open and stepped in. I saw luxurious embroidered armchairs, a wooden table with paws and animal pelts on the floor. I walked further into the room and turned, realizing that the room was much bigger than I first thought. There they were, the source of the smell, just to the right of me – two greyish brown withered bodies in a bed, their long hair draped over pillows and hanging down the side of the bed frame. I got closer to them, bending forward to study their skin. They seemed dried out, yet bearing no signs of decay, insects or scavenging. Their bony hands were resting on top of a thick quilted blanket, the pleats of their thin linen chemises moving in the draft.

“Who are you?” I mouthed, wondering if the spell that allowed to talk with the dead would even work on these two.

The two bodies were wearing rings and earrings, all lavish and made with spectacular craftsmanship. I pushed aside the hair of the body closest to me, revealing a dried out pointy ear.

“Oh…” I sighed.

The door behind me shut with a bang and I straightened my spine knowing that I was no longer alone. I turned my head and locked eyes with the intruder. It was Uldreyin, fully nude with long disheveled hair, who was staring at me without blinking. The look in his eyes would've made me shudder had I not used it on my victims during the peak of my career.

“Are these…..who I think they are?” I asked gently.

“Why did you sneak around, Arsenia? Why couldn't you stay in bed?”

“Why not, Uldreyin? Aren't we a family now? Families tend to share.”

Uldreyin walked up to me whilst burning me with his eyes, briefly glancing at the two dried out corpses without any emotion.

“So this is why your parents didn't come to the wedding. I'm indescribably curious to know what they did to deserve this. Oh, i'm not judging, some folks just don't seem to understand when to let go.”

“Are you now?” He stated calmly.

“Yes. Besides, I need to know what you used. They're in perfect condition. I'm even more curious why you didn't bury the bodies.” I leaned closer to him. “Or what you're going to tell the council members. Surely they'll ask.”

Uldreyin looked up at me with a deathly stare. His arms wrapped around my waist as he shoved me onto the bed and I heard the bones of the untimely departed snapping under my weight. Uldreyin climbed on top of me, sitting on my hips.

“I'm really sorry that you had to see this. I truly enjoyed the time we spent together.” He said sincerely but not without a hint of cold-blooded insanity in his voice.

His strength took me by surprise but I enjoyed playing the damsel in distress a little too much.

“I though you wanted to redeem your family's crime. That you wanted to prove everyone wrong.” I said while trying to act scared. Trying to ignore his weight on my hips was quite hard.

Uldreying tilted his head, running his hand up my chest and caressing my neck as if pondering how he was going to kill me.

“I did, but years trying taught me that nothing that we do will ever change it. Even our parents didn't believe in our mission. In the end, they earned their fate.” Uldreyin's lips formed a bitter smile.

I slid my hands to my chest and pulled the robe wide open, my nipples hardening in the cold air. Uldreyin stared at them in a lustful daze.

“You can tell me everything. What did your parents do?” I asked.

“This won't save you,” he cooed as he cupped my breasts with both hands, easily distracted.

“You said it yourself, we had a good time together. Things don't have to end this way.” I replied whilst trying to conjure a frightened smile.

“It's such a shame. I don't know what we're going to tell Astarion. Guess he'll be upset and we can't have that.” He mumbled as his hands were playing with my flesh. I devoured his body with my eyes, feeling a surge of heat between my thighs as I spotted a growing erection.

“Were they good parents? Were they kind to you?”

Uldreyin shook his head.

“Yes and no. Sometimes things get very complicated. They gave us everything but little love. Still seething, even centuries later after losing the war. They never wanted this marriage, you know.” Uldreyin seemed distracted, hypnotized by lust that lulled him into a sense of false security. “They said that we can't marry a pair of criminals. Called you a hellish abomination and him a throwaway half elf. Said we're better off marrying each other.” The man burst out laughing.

“You mean….marrying your sister?” I frowned.

“Exactly. That this would be better than bringing some sick-blood into the family. Me and my sister wanted to escape.”

“You poor things. How vile is that!” I uttered with compassion as I touched his cheek and pulled his head to my chest. Uldreyin's hair felt soft as he pressed it between my breasts.

“Don't mock us.” He mumbled yet his hands remained glued to my breasts.

“Why would I mock you? You could've easily hired me to do the job.”

Uldreyin's hips thrust forward, pushing his erection against my thighs. My loins tingled in anticipation.

“You retired, didn't you?” He exhaled.

“That's true but i'm not against giving favors.” I pushed my hands against Uldreyin's back, lifted my knee off the mattress and flipped us over, pinning the elf underneath me. He didn't even see this coming, uttering a faint gasp of surprise. I climbed onto his hips so that his erection was resting right in front of my crotch, exposed, waiting and vulnerable. My robe fell down my shoulders, only barely sticking to my waist. I could feel the wetness under my seat.

“Still thinking about killing me? You're ruining our wedding, husband.” I delighted him with a grin. Uldreying appeared confused. He raised his hand to cast a spell but I clasped his wrist and pinned it against the bed, whilst pushing my right palm on his mouth. Footsteps as light as a feather echoed on the floor behind me and a pale figure loomed over us.

“How long have you been creeping behind the door?” I asked Astarion and he placed his hand on my shoulder, caressing it lovingly.

“Long enough to get the full picture.” He joked. The vampire was wearing a robe similar to mine. “I heard you leaving and saw that your tender husband went after you. Of course I had to supervise.”

“Good timing, my love. Have a look around this crime scene, it's the neatest one i've ever seen. And we nearly fucked on it.”

“Mmm….i wouldn't have it any other way.” He drawled seductively, then sat on the bed beside me. “We're grateful for all the things you did for the sake of our union, but threatening my beloved wasn't the brightest idea.” Astarion scolded him gently as if telling off a child who was caught stealing sweets from the kitchen.

“Be good now.” I removed my hand from Uldreyin's mouth and the elf stared at us calmly.

“Does Thirza know?” I asked.

“She was the one who poured the poison in their food.” He smiled wickedly.

“Team work, how wonderful!” Astarion grinned. “Now where do we go from here?” His ghostly hand fluttered onto Uldreyin's erection, stroking it gently with the tips of his fingers. Desire gleamed in Uldreyin's eyes.

“I think we all have too much to lose in this,” the noble elf said breathlessly.

“Some more than others,” Astarion said, his fingers gliding up and down Uldreyin's cock. “Were you planning to murder your wife during your wedding night? Shameful! And, ohhh…” Astarion craned his neck as I nudged him gently. “What? Me too? Oh dear, how messy!”

“I though she was going to tell on us,” the elf protested.

I shook my head.

“Murder? Really? And no groveling? Where's the effort, dear husband?” I reached my hand to his chest, twisting his nipple. Uldreyin gasped as a tender frown adorned his forehead.

“You would have listened?” He asked.

“Maybe. I love seeing elves of their knees.” I granted him a lustful smile, grabbed a firm hold of his hardened cock and pulled back the foreskin with my thumb, then circled my finger on his tender flesh. Uldreyin shuddered, still staring at us in lustful confusion.

“I didn't think we had that much in common,” he groaned as I kept teasing his member.

“Clearly, you missed something important.” Astarion stated, lowered himself and sucked Uldreyin's cock into his mouth, giving it a few meaningful strokes before spitting it out. Uldreyin's hips twitched eagerly, disappointed by the abrupt end of the pleasure.

“Can we forget about this misunderstanding?” He questioned.

“Should we, my love?” Astarion turned to face me.

I enjoyed the crimson of his eyes.

“Hmm….they did put in all this work to satisfy us. Before involving us in a crime and threatening to murder us in cold blood, that is. Perhaps? But I do want an apology.” I kissed Astarion and he rubbed Uldreyin's cock as we relished each other's lips.

“What kind of apology?” The elf asked, carnal need written all over his beautiful face.

“An oral one.”

Uldreyin swallowed and wet his lips with his tongue.

“Whatever you desire.” He was visibly desperate to have us and end the conflict.

“What about thy extended husband?” I inquired slyly, hugging Astarion by his waist.

“Whatever he wants,” Uldreyin mouthed.

I felt the waves of lust coming from Astarion and had a pretty good idea what he'd like. I trailed my finger past Uldreyin's testicles and touched his rear entrance.

“Anything?”

Uldreyin looked impatient.

“If he wants to fuck me then he should hurry up.”

“Shh…i don't like being rushed.” Astarion calmed him down. It was his turn to caress the bundle of muscle. Uldreyin's cock twitched. I kissed Astarion once again as he fingered Uldreyin. We heard the elf moan blissfully, trying to stroke his own cock but I slapped his hand away.

“You will fucking behave.” I warned as I climbed over to him, turned to face Astarion, and sat on his face. Uldreyin's mouth clamped to my pussy instantly, his hands squeezing my thighs. Astarion used a spell to summon a bottle of lube from the bedroom and rubbed it on Uldreyin's rear, as well on his cock. As his robe flew open we were presented with a beautiful erection. Astarion got between Uldreyin's legs, lifting his hips off the bed and stacking pillows under his back. A few of those came straight under his parent's corpses as we desecrated their eternal resting place. Another sequence of crunching bone filled the room while we shifted into position.

Astarion guided his cock inside Uldreyin's ass and Uldreyin moaned into my wet pussy. We locked eyes with Astarion whilst he started moving his hips slowly, enjoying each stroke against his member. Uldreyin was licking my clit and it felt like a true delight. I leaned on my arms and stretched my back, crawling up to Astarion and he pulled me into a depraved kiss. His hand held my neck as we tasted each other during the laborious task of fucking our shared husband.

Uldreyin's face felt cold and slippery underneath my seat, I was soaking his soft supple skin like a teeming spring flood. The pleasure was close and calling for my name with desperation. I moved my hips, rubbing my sensitive clit across the elf's tongue and came. It was a powerful wave that rolled up my body and I sat up quickly to unload the overly sensitive parts of me, sitting down beside Uldreyin. His face was glistening from the aftermath of our passion, so vulgar, disgusting and, yet, somehow endearing. The elf was also incredibly flushed, so present and in the moment that he had earned a little reward. He may have been a shitty murderer but at least he was a good lover.

I rubbed my cheek against his cock, stuck out my tongue and licked his shaft to give him an appetizer before the whole meal. Uldreyin writhed in anticipation, eyes glazed over by desire. I proceeded sucking his cock and felt Astarion's tender hand in my hair, caressing me, titillating my scalp. Uldreyin's pleasure-heavy groan was like music to my ears. He was totally helpless, pinned by us from both ends. I felt Astarion's hands grow needier and rougher as it played with my roots. His breathing quickened, forming into delightful gasps of pleasure. The vampire's hand cupped my skull, trembling as it yearned for every inch of my touch. I felt the bed shake, a well as, heard his faint sigh of ecstasy as he reached his orgasm. Astarion pulled out, sat down and resumed my scalp massage as a happy watcher of the show.

I sucked Uldreyin in a growing pace until he cried out in ecstasy, exploding in my mouth. Of course, I was going to return this little gift to its rightful owner. Crawling on my hands and knees I made my way to Uldreyin, then pressed my thumb on his chin.

The elf looked up at me with suspicion in his eyes, he knew exactly what I was going to do. I didn't even have to pull his jaw, he opened his mouth like a good little boy and I dribbled his present right into his mouth. He shut it and I brushed his hair to praise him.

“That's not where it's suppose to go,” our host replied with a besotted grin.

“Nothing goes to plan when you're fucking on the bones of your elders,” I said cheekily. “Here's some advice: next time you commit a crime try to get rid of the bodies.”

Uldreyin burst out in infectious laugher.

“You can't argue that I made our wedding night truly unforgettable!”

I nodded, still lightly annoyed by this unwanted surprise and all the unknowns that it thrust into our plans. I glanced at Astarion and he sent me a look that I wholly agreed with – Uldreyin was unstable and dangerous.

“I'm done for today. My knees are sore and I think I stabbed myself with someone's broken tibia.”

“I think it's best if we return home. Thank you for all the heightened emotions and the brush of danger, they truly added to the experience.” Astarion said with stoic politeness and sarcasm.

“There's no need to leave early! I promise that your lives aren't in any more danger than when you arrived.” Uldreyin lifted himself up on his elbows, he was as cheerful as a maggot on a fresh pile of roadkill. “Unless?” He lowered his voice meaningfully.

“We're not going to expose this little mishap in your parent's bedroom. We still need your support in the council and the weight of your family's name.” Astarion said coldly. “You may end your threats, it's becoming tacky.”

“I'm glad that we understand each other. I will give you my full support, as will my sister. And I will keep your secrets, if you agree to keep mine.” Uldreyin managed to come off as both cordial and menacing. “It almost feels like this union was a gift from the gods. Shall I ready you a ride?”

“No thank you. We'll summon a portal,” I lied with a smile.

Accompanied by the sounds of cracking bone I climbed off the bed and Astarion helped me up.

“How about a bath?” Uldreyin yelled.

We were making our way to the door while fastening our robes.

“We'll wash at home. I think you ought to clean up in here.” I said, pointing to the bed.

“I sincerely hope that our next meetup will happen soon!” The elf yelled as we rushed out the door.

Astarion and I were glad to find that Thirza was still asleep. It made everything just a little less awkward. We got dressed in a hurry, so fast, in fact, that I didn't even put on my corset and Astarion didn't smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt. After grabbing our coats we practically ran to the main door and shifted into bats outside, flying into the fog.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary556

4/8-9/25

tuesday - wednesday

director got back to me today,

and i feel like i have to do some bitching!!! before i get to work on this thing. it's just so annoying to not hear anything for a while, and then be hit with a week to do something somewhat complex and irritating, or a series of things that become complex and irritating. it's like, a lot of... i don't know. i send over all the songs, he's had them for a while, they're all 'in there' now, and instead of this stage being me ironing like, fades, releases, song lengths by tiny bits, some of the notes i received are fucking, can this start here. like buddy, drag the wav file there in the timeline in your editing software. you have the ability. you can do anything. you can pitch it down by 5000 semitones if you want i bet. instead i now have to manage songs starting and ending 'on time,' hitting beats re: editing, all in ableton, every song consolidated down into one file, which means for songs he now wants alterations to re: timing in the songs regarding certain beats, which is so annoying by the way, one week, i have no way to watch this thing while i make the music, i did the best i could last time by taking arduous notes, which was like several pages in this tiny notebook i have of timecodes, second by second on some of those things, trying to attenuate when something should happen, and then composing with that as reference. which is insane!!! but i did it!! hoping that i would not be here now, 10 fucking days before the sound guy wants to do the final mix!! sending me an aaf that has everything but i don't use those at any point. they used a royalty free thing to open the short (that's fine (the more i think about the more annoyed i am, this song is like freaking youtube top ten brainblast epic synthwave arpeggio music like what the hell)), but like they need me to clean up a transition and make the title hit 'punchier' like jesus. this feels less like music and more like technical support!!

but whatever. my gf woke up and as she was getting ready to go i talked about this all with her and she finds it funny and basically agrees. i also got more of it done that i figured i would. kind of hitting some of these with no effort shifts. one thing he wanted to hit at a different time is now longer in a boring way but it gives me time to fade it in longer so the thing hits where i think he wants it to hit. i say think, i know when he wants it to hit, but i am stuck using imprecise means. which is soooo annoying. but whatever. i'll get there. i just find it so annoying, especially, the time it took.

some listening. no other music stuff done. i did something really dumb today, it's a creative thing but i probably shouldn't post it. it's kind of disgusting and mostly a joke for a friend, i drew over a photo of him, getting cummed on, excessively. i don't know why, other than i saw it when i was waking up, when i saw the funny photo he posted of himself, or someone posted it of him, and the phantasm was so strong i had to make it real. i spent not a ton of time on it but probably more than necessary for a joke. but i have the separate layers, of the drawing. so maybe i can cannibalize it into something else, though, i can't imagine what, since it's such an unsightly thing.

i guess some music stuff did happen today, i had an idea for lyrics, i don't know if they'll work at all in a song but i like them, they're just a series of images orbiting a thought almost, so i'm happy with it as a piece of writing, just when i get to the stage of editing/recording, that'll be a pain to balance with whatever the song is... probably some 56 second nightmare to solve. a better problem to have than... the dumb soundtrack thing. i can't complain so much, because at least this is coming with extra money on top of what's already owed. it just feels so goofy.

wrote a riff on guitar just now too.., yay...

it's very late now again. ha ha. i thought today was thursday until i started writing this. i'm so confused. i think i must really be stupid or something. i don't know. i feel that way often. but maybe i'm not. i don't know what i am. i guess tired. ha ha. another day i wanted to watch anime and didn't because of a bunch of little things. i just need to finish out this job, which feels like it's taken an insanely long time, what a crazy thing. it's taken a long time and really i've done very little and i'm going to make okay money, so i can' really be bothered about that, also.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

DHSHSH sorry if it seems like I’m blowing up your inbox I fr just have shit memory…the way that I forget to add my anti-forgetting measure smh…I always end up leaving my notes open and then when I go back to use it to jot down something else it’s left on what I last wrote and I saw the ask and was like “wait a minute….” LMAO but omg the Mira rizz at it again…I’m glad you’re okay though??? That sounds really crazy LMAO DHSJSH bfb Karasu would’ve come in clutch but hope you’re feeling better now!! Manifesting some better party moments for you….bfb Karasu moment soon….

I’m not that into it either but I remember my feed being FLOODED at some point and all I could think was “god these guys have such atrocious haircuts…!!”

Omg wait snuffy getting aiku a girl…knowing snuffy I can imagine her being almost aikus opposite in terms of dating scene personality (?? I wish I could describe this better) and aikus like haha no way I’d ever actually like her…and then he gets the “oh shit” moment LMAO

SHDHSJS OHHHHH ok thank you for telling me I’ve only ever seen it used within goat LOL some abbreviations/acronyms also just fly over my head…I remember when I first saw you use “icl” I had to look it up LMAOOO but agreed though!!! HAHA RIN STEALING THE IDEA so real…Karasu and Otoya pull up to a reunion/friend meetup and see Hiori looking at a house blueprint and ask why he needs another house and he’s like “I’m trying to profess my undying love”

No because him being in all the nerdy classes is so real…him not realizing his own potential reminds me of the part in the egoist bible where he got confessed to with whiskey bon bons and he can’t tell if it was a prank or not (I wanna know more about that story too omg)

FR id never really thought about aiku period before your idea like…he was kinda just there playing a role in Ubers and the u20 match but tbh i didn’t really pay much attention to him before LOL

- Karasu anon

HAHA NO IT’S OKAY i love when my inbox is full it makes me feel very acknowledged 🤩 so never fear it’s like impossible for me to get annoyed by stuff like that…HAHA mira rizz back at it again but unintentional as always 😓 no fr it was lowkey scary looking back 😳 like in the moment we were way too drunk to be anything but like vaguely confused about why this guy had like flipped a switch and started threatening to call the cops on us (??) but in hindsight we’re probably lucky it didn’t escalate further 😭 it was so stupid too because he was genuinely mad at nothing but yeah what can you do 😫 no because i went to sleep in my makeup too and i woke up the next day like “wow karasu would NEVER let that slide” LMAOAO luckily i am much improved and will try to make up for my lack of writing now 😵 tbh it will probably take a lot for my friends to convince me to go out w them again i honestly don’t enjoy it THAT much i just feel bad always saying no yk plus then i get lowkey emo sitting at home while everyone is out and about

LMAOO no i agree they def have some interesting hairdos in bsd JFKSKS somebody tell kaiser and ness to pack it up and move fandoms 😭 their calling is clearly in whatever is going on in bsd…tbh i have no idea what the plot is because every time someone posts abt it it’s completely different but i’m sure kaiser will find his niche and thrive 💖

NO LITERALLY like snuffy introduces aiku to this quiet girl who’s never had a bf because she’s focusing on herself and wants to wait for “the right person” and aiku is like “LMAOOO LOSER ALERT 😂” and then one day he’s lying in bed about to fall asleep and he’s like “oh shit 😰”…calls an emergency conference with barou lorenzo aryu and sendou (the dream team) and is all “guys what do i do i feel all nervous around her and i don’t think other girls are hot anymore and i think about her before bed and and and—” and barou’s just like “you fucking donkey you have a crush on her 😒😐” HAHAH cue like a month of confused pining on aiku’s part meanwhile the dream team is just like done w his bullshit and snuffy is secretly cackling because it’s all going according to plan…meanwhile the reader is only dating aiku as a favor to snuffy so she doesn’t gaf but slowly he starts winning her over 🤔⁉️ maybe this will be the final entry in oliver aiku’s guide to getting girls like now HE’S the one getting the girl ykwim and there’s just random advice from various blue lockers thrown in there every now and again that mirrors how he helped them in their own universe (like he facetimes sae at one point and sae is like “STFU bro you’re in love w her” and hangs up w zero explanation or he meets up w tabieita and otoya is like “yo if you want to keep her maybe you should try to match her energy” HAHAHA) honestly i’m seeing the vision…i don’t even care about aiku like that he truly was a background character to me but it would be such a good way to wrap up the series even though all of the chapters take place in different universes (the OAEU — oliver aiku extended universe)

i am an abbreviation warrior but if you ever need me to explain one then lmk 😫 i find all of mine on tik tok/by being chronically online but there’s def a lot of times when i need urban dictionary assistance in explaining what i’m looking at LMAO 😭 and YESSSS hiori has like architectural plans laid out in front of him which makes tabieita be like WTF…and technically white butterfly could take place in the cherry tree/seabird universe so theoretically rin and hiori could’ve plotted together on how to “most efficiently” pine for their respective girls 😰 can you imagine like “okay i’m going to hang out on her university campus for an entire week until i see her again” “that COOKS bro i’m going to build her dream house in our hometown and hope she hears about it and comes to visit” “fire idea man 🔥”

omg yeahhh didn’t he get like six diff valentines that were just whiskey bonbons?? lowkey i would consider that a prank too especially as a teenage boy 😭 it’s like confusing to me which characters are and aren’t good looking in canon…like isagi pulled zero bitches pre-bllk and same with bachira and nagi BUT according to nagi’s ln girls do think he’s cute/attractive he’s just REALLY fucking weird so they stay away?? so whenever people are like “nagi’s canonically ugly” i’m like nooo he’s good looking just a freak 💔 and then i think rin is supposed to have gotten a lot of valentines but he rejected all of them…and fucking RAICHI got like 10 valentines ⁉️ wdym raichi got more than KARASU 🤔

100% aiku was just there to show up say random bullshit and then leave 😭 but he may have just made his mark on the miraverse LFGNDKSK honestly top ten greatest comebacks of all time if i end up writing the series

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Let Me Spoil You Darlin’ - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Male!Reader, fluffy tooth rotting cavity inducing fluff, the titles a dead give away, because I don't want to acknowledge homophobia rn after dealing with my southern family everyone in Hawkins is chill with the gays, anyways, onto this gay shit

This is a long one so be warned, there’s about 2k words in here, and look at me go 2 posts in one night? I’m on a roll!!

Side note, I am very sorry to anyone who saw the horrific post made earlier on the eddie munson x male reader tag, while I understand the wish to write smut for characters, I do not agree with writing about such dark and traumatizing topics, and especially not posting it publicly, please be cautious scrolling through this tag and be mindful to keep yourselves safe

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Working at Family Video with Steve and Robin wasn’t awful, no the Saturday rush was awful and the most annoying part of this job. However there were a few benefits to working with my best friends, whenever one of us wanted to leave early, the other two would cover them and act like nothing happened. We really only need two of us working in the store to keep it running, three is just a bonus set of hands to restock. One of the best parts about working here was that I got to see a special someone all the time, mainly because he won’t stop bothering me while I’m working. That person being Eddie Munson, the town freak, Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club, and the keeper of my heart. I’m honestly not sure how it happened. All I know is that one day in the cafeteria Eddie came over to ask me something completely random and all of a sudden I was hanging with the hellfire club and soon enough me and Eddie were together.

“I’m ditching early, you two have fun and don’t cause any trouble!” Steve called as he began to walk out of the back room to leave the store.

“I don’t think so pretty boy, I called dibs on leaving early today, I’ve got a date tonight that I’ve been planning for weeks. You’re staying to close with Robin.” I moved around the front counter quickly and left whatever I was doing there before grabbing Steve’s shoulder.

“Since when did we call dibs? And besides, I’m sure you’ll do just fine waiting until closing and then running off with whoever your date is.” He tried to drop my hand off his shoulder but I just gripped harder, not enough to hurt but enough to make him stop moving.

“Steven Harringon, I have spent three paychecks total for this date, 5 weeks planning it, and I have reservations at 6:30, I’m leaving early and you’re staying here.” He tried using puppy dog eyes to get me to let him go but I was not about to let all this planning go to waste.

“Steve, don't argue with him, just stick around for a bit longer, I’m not that annoying.” Robin had come out from behind a shelf she was organizing.

“You’re supposed to be on my side Robin.” Steve poured slightly.

“Yeah and he’s been taking a lot of time to plan this date.” Sighing the slightly taller man gave in and dropped his bag on the floor.

“Fine, get lost before I change my mind.” Smiling, I hugged him and muttered a thank you before doing the same to Robin. I ran into the back room and grabbed my backpack before sprinting out the door to my car with only a “bye” to the both of them before the door slammed back shut.

“He is really in love with Eddie isn’t he?” Robin muttered to herself in a rhetorical manner.

“Munson is one lucky bastard to have a boyfriend that dedicated to a relationship.” Steve went back to the break room to throw his bag onto the table and get back to work.

Trying to figure out a date that would please me and Eddie wasn’t all that difficult. Now trying to avoid staying in the trailer all night with movies and snacks as a fallback was difficult. It’s not like I hate those date nights, I just wanted to make this one a little special for Eddie, treat him after a VERY rough school year. With all the Satanic propaganda and bs he had to deal with due to Jason and his goons I wanted to make him feel special and super loved.

I had managed to get us reservations at one of the nicest places in town, it was a family owned Italian place downtown which was known to be pricey but delicious. Shortly after all the cult leader claims against Eddie had died down he got a job at the comic store that Dustin and the other Hellfire kids frequented. It let him hang out with some of his best friends and make some money so it was perfect for him. It hadn’t taken long for me to get to the trailer that Eddie and I called home, sure his uncle Wayne still lived there as well but he was asleep most of the day and out working during the night. So in all reality there was only me and Eddie in the trailer regularly.

Hopping out of my car I grabbed the bag from the trunk, quickly opened the door and made my way to the home phone. Without even thinking about the numbers I punched in the number for the comic store. It only rang a couple times before I heard the voice of my favorite person on the other side.

“Hawkins Comics and Collectables, how can I help you?” A smile came across my face even hearing his voice.

“Hey baby,” I could almost hear his gasp of happiness.

“(Y/n)! What are you calling the store for?” He sounded adorable when he was excited.

“When do you get off tonight, I got a reservation for us at 6.” He took a second to respond, definitely checking the clock.

“Um, in like half an hour, about 5 ish. Where are we going for dinner hun?” I knew he wanted to know but I still want to hold a bit of surprise over his head.

“Somewhere nice, when you get home just change into something real nice for me okay?” He let out a sigh of disappointment because I didn’t tell him.

“Fine, I’ll be home soon, don’t do anything stupid.” A small chuckle left my throat.

“Yeah yeah, I love you Munson, don’t get into any trouble.” I can’t wait for tonight.

“Love you too (L/n), I’ll try not to but I’ve got most of Hellfire here so whatever happens, happens.” After he said that I put the phone back into his holder before heading into our room to change.

Fortunately I was able to hang my dress shirt in the bathroom while I showered that morning before work so I didn’t have to iron it now. Taking off my uniform I pulled on a plain white shirt followed by the white dress shirt. I had a pair of black jeans on but I figured I should put on a slightly nicer pair of black slacks considering where we were going. After I finished putting on my belt I leaned down to dig through the closet for a gift box buried under bags and random articles of clothing. Opening it to double check the contents were still there I left out a relieved sigh as the beautiful silver rings I had picked out for Eddie were still there.

“I hope he likes these.” Quietly speaking to myself I closed the box and stood up before putting it onto the nightstand. Sitting down at the small desk we shared for school work before we graduated I snagged a book and began reading to pass some time. Less than 15 minutes had passed before I heard Eddie’s van pull up into the driveway while he fumbled with the keys at the door. I giggled when I heard him finally open it and throw something on the floor before sprinting to our room.

“What’s the rush for? We’ve still got an hour babe.” Setting the book down I turned to look at my clearly frazzled boyfriend.

“Hey! Um, I have to shower and I didn’t want to walk out with sopping wet hair.” He smiled at me from across the room before taking a few strides towards me and leaning down to give me a kiss. It was short but sweet, how did I get so lucky to have him as a boyfriend.

“If I had known I wouldn’t have put my good clothes on yet.” He moved to stand between my legs slightly, making me move my thighs apart.

“If you had joined me we would be 3 hours late to dinner.” Eddie had a point, but I just shook my head and chucked before pulling him down to me by the back of his head for another kiss.

“Finish your shower quick baby boy, I’ve got more than one surprise for you tonight.” A glimmer of hope flashed through his eyes, for what I’m not sure. He very quickly moved from between my legs to the bathroom just down the hall. As soon as I heard the shower running I turned back around to the desk to continue reading my book. It wasn’t too long until I heard the shower stop and Eddie pull the shower curtain back, the walls of his trailer were so thin. Placing the book onto the desk once more I stood up to go grab the small gift box with the rings in it off the nightstand, right as Eddie walks into the bedroom with a towel around his waist and another drying his hair.

“Whatcha got there handsome?” A smile creeped onto my face at the nickname, I thought for a second before responding.

“I know that you really love your rings, especially the bulky silver ones, so a little while ago I went down to the jeweler and asked for a few custom silver rings. And I got them a few days ago, but I wanted to wait before giving them to you, that way you could wear them to our date tonight.” I looked up at him and slowly handed him the box. As soon as he had it in his hands he sat down on the bed and opened it with the utmost care and gentle movements I’ve ever seen from him. He took in a shaky breath before pulling each ring out and looking closely at the details, the hand sculpted silver teeth or the delicately carved eyes. Before I could ask if he liked them he started to cry, tears dripping onto his hands and the rings.

“Wait no, if you don’t like them I can return them, it’s fine Eddie you don’t have to ke-“ Before I had a chance to reassure him, he cut me off.

“No never, don’t return them please, these are the nicest things I’ve ever been given, thank you, thank you so much (y/n), of course I’ll wear these tonight and forever I’m never taking them off.” As soon as he said that he quickly put the rings down before wrapping his arms around me, careful to not bury his face into my white shirt.

“I’m glad you like them baby, I was worried you wouldn’t.” He looked up at me through watery eyes and red cheeks.

“Why would I not like them? Hell I love these things, not as much as I love you but, these rings are the nicest thing I own now, and I will always treasure them, thank you so much babe.” He was trying so hard to calm his crying down, I reached a hand up to his cheek to wipe away a few stray tears.

“Pretty boys aren’t supposed to cry, but you somehow look just as cute when you are.” Moving my head to push our noses against each other for a moment before I brought our lips together in a slow, passionate kiss. We pulled away a couple moments later and just smiled there with our foreheads resting against the other’s.

“I should really get dressed though.” His eyes opened and he looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

“Probably, dinner’s in half an hour.” I looked over at the clock on the bedside noting that it was 5:25 and we only had about half an hour to finish getting ready and get there.

“Oh shit shit shit shit! Alright, where's my shirt!” Eddie hopped off the bed and began a panic to find his clothes. If I was any less familiar with his body the sight of him jumping up without a towel would’ve shocked me. In less than 15 minutes Eddie had managed to finish drying his hair, put on his outfit, and pull his hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way during dinner.

“Don’t you look handsome in a dress shirt, I can’t wait to rip it off you later.” He slightly shuttered at my words but quickly turned around to run back into the bedroom. He emerged a moment later with the new rings on his fingers, they looked so good on him.

“C’mon, we shouldn’t be late.” He grabbed my car keys before I could and walked out the door.

“You’ll be the death of me one day Munson, one day.” I muttered to myself before I followed him out the door, tonight was gonna be one we’ll never forget.

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#i still want to test a few more things and i haven't had as much free time as i wish so i'm expanding the testing phase for a bit

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I heard back from Hosted Games!

And The Golden Rose's submission has officially been received! I'll admit, I was growing a tiny bit worried about the lack of a reply, thinking that maybe I messed up the submission in some way, so I almost squealed when I saw the email notification. 😄

Next, the game is being sent to Content Review. I reckon this is when they read the Rose and send me back their review along with anything I need to alter - which I hope won't be too much! This is the first time any of my work will be "professionally reviewed" and it is intimidating! But a part of me is also really curious about what they're going to say. Is my work worth publishing? Isn't that the golden question.

There is a bit of a queue, however - which is great, it means a lot of games are coming out! - and the Rose is quite a big game (one million and two hundred thousand words long) so I expect this process will take a while.

In the meanwhile, they sent me some supplementary documents to read and a list of assets they need from me before publication. I'll read everything carefully tomorrow, but I expect to start working on the outline for Book 2 on Monday. The writing itch has been increasingly harder to ignore. I've been doing so much reading lately, it makes me want to grab a pen even more!

So that is all! One more step forward. Patience truly is a virtue, one that I have always struggled with, so of course, life decided to put me to the test once more xD

Have a great rest of the week! 🌹

398 notes • Posted 2021-08-19 22:39:12 GMT

#4

Announcement

Hello, everyone! I've been wanting to make this post for a while, but I wanted to be sure before I shared anything, for only a fool makes the same mistake twice - and this one, in a row. 

As you may be aware, I did two weeks of beta testing with close to 45 wonderful testers participating. And the reviews were overwhelmingly positive (seriously, you guys gave me such a boost in confidence 😭). It made me even more eager to share this game with everyone - to read all your thoughts and reactions about it. 

However. However, three of those testers said something that cut me deep. Because the hardest criticism to hear is the one that deep down, you agree with. They told me that the ending was lacking. Not because of the content, but because it cut abruptly. It left them wanting for more, but not in the satisfying way you feel after a big, hearty meal. Looking forward to trying more dishes from the same cook. It left them looking for more as in: I am almost full, but something is missing still. 

I picked the cut-off point between Book 1 and 2 based on an image I had in my head - a mix of red and blue in a dramatic blaze. But, I realized as I read the reviews of these three testers, that I picked the cut-off point wrong. 

It needs more. The book needs one final chapter. 

And it is such an easy fix. What would be the beginning of Book 2 is now the end of the first one. So, I left my self-pitying aside and did what I love to do. I wrote! And have thus finished the first draft of Chapter 8 - the new final chapter. 

And... I love it. I am in love with it. Chapter 6 was my previous favorite chapter, but this one now takes the cake. It ties the whole book together so much more perfectly, with threads and clues coming united and how did I not realize this sooner? Why did I ever consider releasing the Book as it was before? I cannot stress how important it is to have fresh eyes looking at your work. 

Because I have all the answers in my head, everything makes sense to me. So, in my eyes, the first ending would have been perfect - because I had knowledge that, of course, the readers can't have! It seems so simple, but after you work on something alone for so many months, it's so easy to fall into this trap. This is a mistake I am vowing never to commit again. 

I am beyond grateful to my testers. They allowed me to craft this first Book into what it should have been all along. So much so that I'm embarrassed now about the whole beta process altogether - for I showed what I now consider an incomplete game to all of these wonderful people. 

All of this to say? I need about an extra month/month and a half to truly finish The Golden Rose. I am not done yet, as I have foolishly announced before. 

I know this will probably disappoint some of you - and you have every right to feel so. I am really sorry. I've been getting so many messages of support and excitement about the game, and I appreciate them so much. So it's with a very heavy heart that I'm telling you that I need more time. 

But, on the bright side, you'll have a longer game and more content to play once it does come out! 95% of the game is DONE - as in, coded and edited and shining. I've fixed all the continuity errors, all the bugs, and while I'm sure some typos have slipped through the cracks, at least the most outrageous ones are corrected too. 

The Rose is so close to being ready - I just need to add its finishing touches. And it will be such a better book because of them. 

Because I want to be completely transparent, I'll share my to-do list before submitting the game:

Finish the second draft of chapter 8 and the new Epilogue.

Write all the suggestions/expansion of choices from my beta testers.

Put it all into code.

Do one week of extensive playtesting.

Storytelling is one hell of a craft. It's a difficult one, oftentimes, a cruel one too. But it's one that, as long as you practice it, you get better. It may take months and years, it may be so slow, it seems as if you stand perpetually in the same place. But you get better. 

I've learned a lot, and I hope to continue learning even more. This was a particularly hard lesson to learn. A hard one to accept. One more chapter. I hope you all can understand. 

Have a great week, everyone! And I'll be sharing all the progress I make. I'm so EXCITED to start writing the second draft!!!! 🌹

426 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 16:31:02 GMT

#3

Hadrians heart rate when mc leans against him on the horse

Hadrians heart rate when mc holds his hands afterwards

His back is so straight, it could be made of stone.

Hadrian barely dares to breathe, the only air allowed out is through the tiniest crack in his lips. His face is heating, both from the pressure in his lungs and the intensity of your proximity.

Lord in Heaven.

He shouldn't have invited you to ride with him, but he had to. Billy seemed exhausted, and Hadrian couldn't bear to see you walk. Not after the roughness of the road, not after the bandits and that sword that had come so close to-

Hadrian briefly closes his eyes as you shift in front of him. Your legs on the saddle brush against his tighs, and Lord, he should have just given you Elly. He could have walked, why didn't he think it? But as his fingers tighten on the reigns, a small voice at the back of his head, a treasonous, sinful, undeserving voice whispers that he lies to himself. That he wouldn't have it any other way, now would he? The false decent of man that he is.

"... and beyond, the harbor."

Alessa's voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and Hadrian opens his eyes to the night once again. Tarragona materializes in front of him, the road starting to ascend to the top of a hill.

Hadrian shakes his head. There are more important things to worry about. Like the maps, and this Rafael, and the fact that both you and Alessa kept him in the dark for so long. You don't trust him, he tells himself for the hundredth time. A dark wave starts to spill over his thoughts as Hadrian's eyes darken. You don't trust him, and why should you?

The road is steeper, Elly's hooves struggle for a moment, and you fall back on the saddle. Hadrian doesn't have time to process as a warm weight presses on his chest. It's not sudden but gradual, like the shift of slow-moving sands in the landscape of a desert. You don't clash against him, but melt instead, first your lower back, then your shoulder blades, and then his head is spinning when the back of your skull rests just between his collar bones.

His hands freeze on the reigns, his eyes fly open and if there's sand in his thoughts, there is sand right now in his throat and his ears and his tongue because they all feel numb and rough and Father from above, he can smell your hair and it sends his already spinning thoughts into a violent whirlwind.

He can feel his body locking, and vaguely, between the madness, he can feel you stiffing too. Can feel your hands twisting, can feel you start to lean away-

Hadrian lets out a sharp exhale. He's an idiot, one that you don't trust, but he's not as big an idiot as to let this go. His arms bend, and tentatively, feeling the tips of his ears burn with the fire of a thousand suns, he rests one hand against your stomach. He feels your intake of breath through both his fingertips and his chest, and he smiles, then, when you nuzzle closer still.

Father, you bless me.

His chin rests on top of your head, and Hadrian decides that he's done thinking. You're in his arms, on top of Elly, and the city doesn't look as menacing as before.

"The road eventually drives towards the sea." Alessa's voice cuts through the silence like a knife. She is staring with narrowed eyes. "But we will go east, find our way into the residential district."

His smile doesn't waver. He's done thinking. He can't. Not as his thoughts are made of senses, and those... those can feel nothing beyond you.

- - -

Your arms are wrapped around her, and Alessa does not mean to, but she can feel her spine lose its strength. Even as she rests against you, Alessa tries to keep her composure, tries to keep from making a complete fool of herself.

You hum faintly, the vibrations traveling from your chest and spreading through her back like the quakes following the step of a giant. And your voice tingles against her ear in a lazy rush that nonetheless makes a shiver run down her spine, and Alessa does not mean to. But whatever little distance her pride had forced her to keep disappears as she melts against you.

'Tis such a warm night, and tiredness looms too closely at the edges of her sight, and she did not mean to. But a sigh leaves her parted lips as you tuck her in, your warmth not unpleasant, your closeness much too safe and she is a fool, but Alessa decides then, that for the ride, just for this ride, she will not mind it so.

She will not mind it as the Devil's Bridge comes into view. She will not mind it as Kroner walks through the streets of Tarragona, with shadows on the corners and buildings with too many windows, too many possible hidden eyes. She will not mind it, she commands herself through clenched teeth and restless fingers. She will-

Your hands suddenly envelop her own. Alessa blinks and looks down to see your fingers intertwining with hers, your thumb making little soothing circles against her skin. The leather of the reigns feels too rough as she clenches them tight, as she instinctively locks all her joints and feels adrenaline spike as if she's rushing for combat.

She is too cold, she knows. Too cold because your hands, so comforting, lose their confidence. Alessa can feel your hesitance, and above all, in this short moment, in this ride she did not plan but can never regret, Alessa wishes to reassure you.

So, stiffly, always too stiff, she grabs your hands back and accepts your touch. Your cheek brushes her forehead, and she almost swears she can feel you smiling.

Fool.

But so is she, because Alessa smiles a secret smile as her muscles lose all tension and you intertwine as closely as your hands. Her fingertips find your wrist, and in there, she seeks the soft, faint rhythm of your heart. She cannot feel it on her back, beating through your chest, but Alessa imagines that she does. She imagines the sound pouncing in tandem with the one on your wrist, the vibrations enveloping her in a strange, new reality.

They pull her down, away from her doubts and fears. Away from her worries and thoughts of treasures stolen by bitter former allies.

The inn is right ahead, but Alessa wishes that the road could somehow stretch, that time could slow or even halt altogether. Her skin is too cold, she knows. It always is. But in your hands, she can feel it warm. And in your arms, she can feel herself calm.

And with your breathing in her ears and your pulse in her hands, Alessa lets herself go.

For a while. Just for this ride.

465 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 16:11:56 GMT

#2

Finished The Golden Rose

It is done. The whole game is written, edited, and coded. It took me four more months than I expected - I wanted to have reached this stage before the turn of the year - but then again, I never did anticipate reaching the million-word count.

When I started writing the Rose, the one thing I wanted was to make a game that I would like to have played. And I can say, proudly, that it is. I hope you'll all like it, of course, but at least I managed to meet my very first and most important goal.

Next, it follows the Beta testing. I think I will run it for about two weeks. I am... very nervous about it. The thought of people actually playing the whole game is both terrifying and exhilarating. I'll probably shake when those first reactions arrive 😩.

This is not a call for beta testers! I need to organize myself first. So please, don't send me applications yet!

The ship is not yet quite docked, but firm land is on sight. And what a journey it has been, uh? I hope the week goes amazing to you all! 🌹

595 notes • Posted 2021-04-11 15:48:01 GMT

#1

Submitted The Golden Rose

It is done. The edits are finished, the email is sent, and this project, this passion, this behemoth of an undertaking is thus completed. 

I can still barely believe it. 

I know there's still road to walk before publication, but right now, I feel like it's out of my hands. The Rose has gained wings, and it flies away from me. And I cannot wait until it's there for you all to see. 

I want to thank everyone who walked with me along this journey, either from the very beginning, when we were all still starry-eyed travelers and had no idea how many miles stretched before us. Or those who joined recently, lending me your enthusiasm, making me strengthen my weary spirit. 

I know it sounds so cheap and cliche, but I could never have done this without all your support. I mean it. I know the blog has been terribly quiet since I've been 100% focused on finishing Book One, on accomplishing exactly this: submitting the game. But all the likes on my progress update posts, all the comments and reblogs, and the supportive asks. It all meant so much. 

I've said before how writing can be so incredibly lonely, but you have all made it that it wasn't. Somehow, by some miracle, it really wasn't. 

So, thank you. Thank you so very much. 

I'll have a few moments of rest in the shade, allow my blistering feet to heal for a bit. Maybe listen to the wind rustling the tree leaves, and feel its touch on my heated skin. I'll allow myself to close my eyes and watch the sunlight through the thin layer of my eyelids. I'll rest this burden for a while. Just a little while. 

Because I've been dreaming of Book 2, and I feel its pull. So I'll take a rest. I'll take a respite. Before straightening up and continue on that road that goes forever forward, chasing the impossible line of the horizon. 

Have a great weekend everyone! 🌹

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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 4)

platonic! mori ougai x f!reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

previous: the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

author’s note: it’s port mafia time! ages are still one year younger than canon

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another doctor? oh wait, another doctor and his daughter

as you expected, ranpo and fukuzawa have not let you go easy after what had happened a couple days prior (3 days ago to be exact)

one of them, or more often than not, the two of them would go visit the bakery at least twice a day

once in the morning right before opening, and the second time right before closing

if they could, they would visit around lunch time, but that was usually yosano

tbh you were thankful that yosano hasn’t been as overbearing as the other two but you knew she probably wanted to give you a break because holy shit are they extremely over protective

currently, it was the fourth day of being watched by the two eldest ada members, but there were no said ada members with you at the moment

and boy were you overjoyed

turns out, the ada has an important escort job for a government official or smth, and on top of that, fukuzawa has a bunch of meetings to attend

even ranpo has his hands full with a couple of difficult murder cases across the country

you’re lowkey, no highkey, worried bc you learned literally 3 days ago that ranpo doesn’t know how to ride the train 😀😀

you were worried abt them, there’s no question, but on the inside you were a bit relieved to which ranpo called you out on it immediately 

that led to the two of you going at each other’s throats for nearly half an hour

let’s just say fukuzawa scolded the two fo you for a while

going back to the present, it was around one pm and you had just finished sending a text message to both fukuzawa and ranpo (cause they insisted) when a little blonde girl with blue eyes wearing a red dress matching with a red bow in her hair and red shoes walked in

she immediately went to the glass case to look at the desserts displayed

as she looked around, you watched her at the corner of your eyes and a with a smile as you wiped down one of the tables

after wiping down the table, you quickly went to go wash your hands and you walked over and stood next to her

you bent slightly and smiled bigger as she stared at one of the treats in the glass

“is that the one you want?”

she nodded without looking away from the glass

you giggled before going to the back and placing the one she wanted on the plate and held it out to her

the blonde was honestly so confused bc one, no adult supervision, and two, there was no tell tale way to know that she had money

to you, she was an open book so when she looked at you, her face immediately read “but i have no money, or a parent...??”

you simply patted her head and pushed along to one of the nearby tables and pulled a chair for her

you did not regret anything when you saw the look on her face when you told her that it was on the house

“name’s elise!” “i’m (y/n)!”

:D

you sat with her for a while continuing to give her sweets she reminded you of ranpo in all honestly and talking abt random things

she mostly complained abt a “rintarou” though

speaking of which, when a man in a doctor’s coat came through the door near screaming “elise-chan! elise-chan!” you figured that was probably the rintarou she was complaining abt

you smiled as you watched the two interact

“elise-chan why would just disappear like that?!”

“i wanted to see rintarou cry”

“so mean!”

...their behavior was questionable but endearing ig

“rintarou” suddenly turned to you, thanking you for “taking care of his daughter bc she’s always getting into trouble”

*cue angry noises and face from elise*

he introduced himself as a “local neighborhood doctor”

you smelled bullshit but didn’t say anything bc he has been kind to you so far

he asked you how he could repay you and you were thinking that you can actually win something bc you’re not refusing an ada member oh you poor oblivious child but you were appalled when elise answered for you

it went like this

“is there anything i can repay you with for taking care of my dear elise-chan? perhaps paying for all the sweets she has eaten?”

“oh no! don’t worry abt that, it’s nothing! it was a pleasure getting to know—”

“let’s buy out all of her food!”

h u h

you knew she enjoyed your pastries and stuff but like w h a t

you inwardly sigh in relief when the doctor agreed with you that “that’s a bit much elise-chan” and you were thanking every deity out there when suddenly

she threw a temper tantrum

you watched in confusion and slight horror at the 180 of the sweet little girl you were talking to like 10 minutes ago

her guardian panicked slightly and tried to get her to calm down but ahaha no that didn’t happen

“WAHH rintarou!! but i want it!! (y/n)’s food is the best i’ve ever had!!”

“b-but elise-chan, we can’t just buy—”

“i’ll wear all the dresses i’ve ever rejected and more if we buy it out right now and keep buying sweets here forever”

“...deal”

your eyes twitch at the “innocent” smiles the two gave you after their “talk”

fast forward literally 5 minutes and you’ve already flipped the close sign on your door with note (saying you’re sold out) and you’re all over the place running around behind the counter trying to fit everything into boxes as the two are sitting on a nearby table lightly chatting

about 20-25, nearly 30 minutes later you finishing packing everything in the glass case

it was a lot

we’re literally talking about tiered cakes and dozens of batches of cookies, cupcakes, literally everything and anything

when the two notice you’re done they get up meet you by the register

“a-ano, you really don’t have to buy all of this...the total is going to be quite large...”

“no worries!”

honestly at this point, you kind of missed the chaotic calls from ranpo that happened like every half hour

you thought you were done being surprised for the day but next thing you know men in suits come into Sakura’s and begin to load the boxes into a black car

dealing with the detectives was already starting to be a handful and now you have to deal whoever the hell these two people where

quite frankly, you were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this

like-

who buys out a whole bakery?!

and who has the money to buy out a whole bakery?!

what kind of job could you possibly have?!

was this guy really just a doctor?!

right before the two leave you call out to them

“a-ah wait! i don’t think i ever caught your name!”

the two blink at you before eyeing each other

“mori ougai” 😄😄

you started smelling bad shits again 

>:/

it was a weird feeling

you felt something off but at the same time, you weren’t really afraid 

and with that the two left

you were already tired from this whole thing but you now get the rest of the day off

so i guess something worked out in your favor

until the next fricking day

again, ranpo and fukuzawa canceled out on you

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or not

and as soon as you thought you were going to have a normal business day, guess who walked through the doors

yeah that’s right

“the local neighborhood doctor” and his daughter

you froze before eyeing them with suspicion

if mori was amused, he didn’t show it, only giving you a smile

elise immediately left his side and practically leaped onto you making you cut yourself with the knife you were holding

well shit now you’re bleeding

it was only 7:15 in the morning; you had literally just opened

you were cursing every deity out there

you quickly grab a nearby and press it against your wound and scrambled around looking for the first aid kit you had nearby

“oh? (y/n)-kun are you bleeding?”

“(y/n) i’m sorry!”

“a-ah, no worries elise-chan”

you really need to stop spacing out bc next thing you know, the sign on your door is flipped to close again (along with the same note from yesterday explaining you’re sold out taped on the door) and you’re sitting at a table with elise in your lap and mori wrapping your hand in a bandage

“tsk tsk (y/n)-kun you need to be more careful...but it is elise-chan’s fault”

“die rintarou!”

“but no worries! it’s not that deep so you don’t need stitches”

“thank you, mori-san, but can i ask why you and elise-chan are here again? not that i mind...”

whether or not you were lying is up to you

“oh we’re here to buy out your stock again!”

“wait what-”

the fuck???

did they not just buy everything yesterday???

frozen, you stare at the man in front if you with said man giving you another “innocent” smile

this little shit

wait till you meet dazai

but i guess that’s why the sign on the door is flipped to close bc you don’t even remember flipping it yourself or taping the note from yesterday to the door

you spent the next half hour trying to convince the two over some tea (your signature one of course) that “no you don’t need to or should buy everything i have, you’re going to deprive the rest of my customers”

cough cough ranpo

like the day before, you were losing this argument

can you just never win?

as you were losing the argument (obviously) you realized that you don’t even know why they want to buy everything again

“mori-san, why do the two of you even want to buy everything in the first place?”

“ah it was elise-chan’s request of course! but i do admit, after trying some of your sweets myself, i grew quite attached! so did the rest of my subordinates after my precious elise-chan made them try it, not like they could refuse her or me; i am their boss after all (y/n)-kun.”

*cue confusion*

“subordinates? wait are those the guys from yesterday?? aren’t you a doctor...?”

“ah ex-doctor actually, i’m the leader of the port mafia”

...

“ah (y/n)-kun that’s quite the coughing fit you have going on, do you need water?”

if it wasn’t obvious, you choked on your tea and had quite the coughing fit; you were wheezing and everything making elise leave you lap and settling for dangling over mori’s shoulders

“...you’re kidding”

“im afraid im not”

this man confuses the hell out of you??

like-

w h y would he just say that, to you of all people

but it explains the bad shits you were smelling/feeling yesterday

“are you afraid?”

“being completely honest with you, mori-san, not really”

“and why is that?”

you simply shrug not really knowing the answer

you aren’t lying, you just aren’t

maybe bc yesterday, he seemed more like a doting parent than the boss of the most criminal organization of yokohama

yes, you’ve heard the rumors, obviously, but just saying, if the port mafia wanted to hurt you, you’d probably be dead in a ditch by now

and they haven’t really been a bother to you, they were more like background characters in your life

well

until yesterday of course

mori simply raises an eyebrow and a smile seemingly okay with your very vague answer

“why did you tell me that mori-san?”

the man only smiles a bit wider at you and this time, you’re the one raising an eyebrow

“just a feeling” 

yeah you were starting to smell bad shits again

“and besides! elise-chan seems quite fond of you (y/n)-kun! i wasn’t planning on doing anything to you in the first place, but even if i wanted to, i don’t think i could! i wouldn’t want to upset my dearest cute elise-chan”

“die rintarou!”

“that’s mean elise-chan!”

your eyes began to twitch in slight annoyance

cause istg the duality of this man—

this strange strange man

oh dearest you haven’t even met dazai yet

after that has been said and done, somehow you found yourself in front of stores being dragged by elise

how did you end up there you ask? i don’t know either so there’s nothing we can do abt that

eventually, you found yourself holding a bunch of shopping bags full of dresses and clothes of the sort

some of it your size and the others elise’s

...

“mori-san?”

“yes (y/n)-kun?”

“why do i have bags of clothing that are fit for me rather than elise?”

“oh that’s because elise refused to go without you and if you didn’t get anything!”

yeah

that makes perfect sense, of course

you could see why elise kept on complaining abt this guy

the two of you actually bonded over making fun of him

you have n o fear

actually, maybe just a little

the three of you were out for basically the entire day and you were exhausted

cause holy shit there was a lot of money wasted, shopping bags obtained, and walking involved

it was around 5 pm when the three of you were making it back to Sakura’s

along the way you found yourself having a pleasant conversation with mori

even if he was a questionable person to be having a pleasant conversation with, you enjoyed it nonetheless

you hoped that it makes it harder to get rid of you if he ever changed his mind but we don’t talk abt that

anywho

when the three of you arrived, you immediately dumped all the bags you were holding and went straight to work packaging everything for “the local neighborhood doctor”

before they left, mori agreed to not buy out all of your stock except for some occasions but instead settled ordering massive batches of a little bit of everything every few days

how that’s not the same as buying everything you won’t ever know

you were standing outside Sakura’s watching the two get into the car that had arrived when suddenly, mori turned to you

“ah (y/n)-kun, i know that you wouldn’t tell anyone about this, it wouldn’t be like you to, but just a reminder, it would probably be in your best interest not to let anything slip to anyone okay? we wouldn’t want any enemies using you against the port mafia. so take care of yourself hm? see you next time”

and bippity boppity boo just like that, they were gone

how that man managed to get your personality down in just like 10 hours you don’t want to know

and that’s basically the story of how you started making more food/bake goods to sell

true to his word, every few days, or sometimes consecutive days, mori called you and made a large order

and i mean large

on those days, someone from the port mafia would pick it up and then you get paid

thankfully, by increasing the amount of food you made, you always had enough to put out on display and to sell even after the large order

before doing that, on those days you didn’t have a large stock, someone by the name of edogawa ranpo would weep at your feet

he will deny this; after all, great detectives don’t do weeping

or so he says

and speaking of the detective, you never did tell him what had transpired the two days he and fukuzawa were absent on checking on you

but tbh, i even think ranpo could’ve deduct this one

you didn’t tell him bc you were afraid, no of course not that’s ridiculous mori, in elise’s words, was a loser

you didn’t tell him bc you knew he and fukuzawa would flip the fuck out

and that would be a major inconvenience to you

you didn’t see the point in telling them anyway

so whatever, it’s like it’ll be important

and if ranpo and fukuzawa noticed the abundant of bags near the door leading up to the staircase when they visited you at the end of the day they didn’t say anything

jk

of course one of them said smth

“ne (n/n)-chan since when did you like to buy a bunch of things; waste of money if you could just be using that money to make more food so you wouldn’t sell out right away and have food to feed me”

your eyes twitched

he could’ve worded that a little better but whatever

it is ranpo-san after all

“i just got carried away since i closed up early; you know it isn’t often i get to go shopping”

and if he smelled your bullshit he didn’t say anything

for real this time

that slightly concerns you ngl

anyways

let’s just say quite a few heads were turned when they saw their boss leading a bunch of lower level subordinates carrying many light pink boxes of different sizes to his office for the second time

oh and just another thing

*whispers* he was lying when elise made his other subordinates eat your food; they kept it all to themselves”

was that a ruse to help lead the revelation of his real occupation who knows

“(y/n)-kun is a very interesting person don’t you think so elise-chan?”

“quiet. i’m eating cake.”

“that’s so mean elise-chan!”

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Who Needs Luck?

A/N: hi! I solely wrote this because of my 3 recent visits to NY (no, I sadly did not meet mgg)... plus i’ve been going there my whole life.. this is becoming the longest authors note, but as i’m writing I just want to say the people who work at food trucks in nyc are the nicest people ever, ask them about their day (AND TIP OMG PLS)

Summary: Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff!

Content Warnings: reader can’t drive very well (I apologize if this is a callout post), slight road rage, language

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I never considered myself a lucky man. Life had proven time and time again that no matter how many four leaf clovers I set out to search for, how many pennies on the ground faced heads up I stumbled across, luck was never on my side. I’ve learned to live with it, accepted my fate as the world’s smartest punching bag long before I was even in college.

But then I met her, and as cheesy as it sounds, I didn’t need luck that morning.

The second I woke up, the universe seemed to have it out for me specifically. I swung my legs over my bed, and in my half asleep daze stepped on my glasses, successfully breaking them. Unable to see on my short trip to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe… twice. Once I finally finished my morning routine more methodically, I walked out of my apartment only to bump into a stranger, sending the coffee she was holding all the both of us.

I had tried to apologize so many times, cutting my words short when they didn’t feel right. I had gotten through a series of “I’m, uh, oh, I, you,” before her smile interrupted my thought process, leaving me awestruck instead.

“That’s okay, but you owe me a coffee now.” She giggled, actually giggled, even with the scorching liquid causing her shirt to stick to her body. “Maybe… together?”

I didn’t hesitate to agree, taking her up on the offer that weekend and never looking back. Even when a loud crash, followed by a quiet, harsh ‘shit’ woke me up in a startle, there was no regret. Maybe just a little concern for my girlfriend who now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, can be seen holding her knee on the floor of our bedroom.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered out, grabbing onto the dresser to stand straight again. Once she was on her feet, she came over to sit on the edge of our bed, immediately running her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so worried about her knee, I probably would’ve fell asleep again.

“Are you okay?” She giggled at my scratchy morning voice before nodding her head. It’s then I realized how the sun hasn’t even begun to rise, the room still pitchblack. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready to go to the city, sleepyhead,” she said as if it was the most obvious answer, but truthfully, it left me with more questions.

“At... 5 am?” I sat up, glancing at the alarm clock three times just to make sure I was reading it right. She may have always been a little strange, but usually at a reasonable hour.

At this, she stood up to continue getting ready for the very early morning. Now I notice why she fell, the piles of clothes leading to the closet had to have at least half of her outfits compiled together.

“Well, yeah. I want to get there before noon.” Even in my perplexed state, I rose from the bed and carefully tiptoed around haphazardly thrown clothes to reach her.

While wrapping my arms around her waist still hidden under my t-shirt, I questioned. “It’s right outside? You have 7 hours.”

She turned to look at me funny as if I wasn’t the one digging through clothes and waking up before dawn to walk literally 5 minutes to my desired location. My eyebrows must have subconsciously furrowed at one point, because she brought her hand up to stroke her thumb on my forehead. Immediately, I felt the tension melt, no longer caring to correct my confusion. She still did it anyway.

“Not DC, silly. New York!” I wish it were untrue, but my heart dropped at her words. She was leaving, going to a city I wasn’t familiar with beyond reading about, solving cases, and memorizing subway maps. Is this how she feels every time I board that jet?

“W-what? You’re just going to New York City?” I inwardly cringed at how desperate and sad I sounded, but I really didn’t want her to leave.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, turning back around to return digging in her closet.

“For how long?” Please change your mind. Please change your mind. Please change you-

Realizing that I was fully awake, she let out a boisterous laugh, allowing the way it bounced off our four little walls to return back to us. It was a sound most treasured. “I was hoping to get back around 9.”

“What?” I leaned back to look at her like she was absolutely preposterous. I mean, she was!

“Roadtrip!”

That’s how I found myself in the passenger seat of her car, no coffee in my hand because I wasn’t allowed until I have “a real cup of coffee.” Whatever the hell that means better happen soon, because as much as I loved watching the way she concentrates on the road in front of her, my eyes were starting to droop.

“It’s going to be another 4 hours. You can sleep, my love.” How she knew me so well, I will never be able to figure out, but I was out before we even made it across state borders.

That however, didn’t last very long. My girlfriend may be short and sweet, but behind the wheel? That’s a different story. The horn to her car is a very familiar sound when I’m jolted awake by a sudden stop.

“Really, asshole? Go!” She yelled, slamming her hand against the top of the steering wheel before looking over at me. “Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you yet. I forgot how awful drivers are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned, sitting up from my slouched position to find cars practically on top of each other on a road not wide enough for two lanes.

“New Jersey. We’re 10 minutes away.” Wow, I didn’t realize I slept for that long, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised I wasn’t woken up sooner.

“How are we 10 minutes away? It’s at least another 30 to get to the tunnel.” Looking at our surroundings didn’t help me determine our exact location. To the left of us, there were dozens of graffiti murals on the side of what I assumed was another elevated highway. To the right, sidestreets with local businesses ranging from auto repair shops to fast food joints to gyms.

“Nuh uh, stop analyzing mister. You’ll know when we get there.” She waved a finger in my directions, putting a pin in my scrutinization. I pouted right back, successfully playing along to the theme of her scolding me like a 5 year old.

“I don’t like surprises you know.” It was the truth, but her contagious laughter that filled the car made me slightly less disinclined to stop asking questions.

“Oh I know, but trust me, you’ll like this one.” She went to go reach over to grab my hand from where it was resting in my lap, but stopped short and retracted in favor of slamming the horn. “Oh, come on!”

***

“So you drove to a train station... in New Jersey?” I asked while she was… attempting to park the car.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking this route since I was a little girl.” Once she finally figured out how to evenly space a two door convertible in a very spacious parking spot, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quick to grab her bag from the backseat. “Well, come on mister, we’re going to miss the train.”

To be quite honest, I have never been so lost in my life. I could probably pinpoint our exact location on a map if I wanted to, granted I was given any sort of information, but part of me didn’t want to. Scratch that, all of me didn’t want to, because my entire life has been planned out in front of me before, but right now, I get to be spontaneous with the most beautiful girl on the planet.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she told me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward. “Don’t stop to look around, you will get pushed.”

We made it inside, and if I thought the DC transit system was bustling with people constantly, this place was so much worse. There were hallways left and right, all packed with people in a rush. It seems everybody had some place to be and zero time to get there.

“Upstairs.” We walked up two flights before reaching a platform, buying our tickets and making it just in time for a train to arrive. “I know they come every 8 minutes, but thank god we made this one,” she said as she sat down.

The cart we were in wasn’t too crowded, and once I finally found a map on the wall across from us, I saw that it was a direct ride to the World Trade Center.

“You said you took this train when you were little?”

“Yeah, I went to the city a lot as a kid. This was the easiest, and the cheapest way there.” A small smile played at her lips, obviously the product of some childhood memory. “I used to hop it.”

“Of course you did,” I laughed back with her, thinking about how an innocent looking child would be the first person to get away with sneaking onto the train.

***

“I said it before, I will say it again. Do not let go of my hand.” This time it was more stern, and if I were being honest, I would say that it got me the slightest bit nervous. She must have noticed, she always does, because she continued. “Don’t worry, it just gets congested and I don’t want to lose you.”

She was right about that, it indeed was very congested, but that was okay because she was holding my hand, and I would follow her just about anywhere if it meant she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling when she saw me. Once we made it across the way, and in front of heavy looking glass doors, she turned to me and started walking backwards.

“You okay? This is definitely not off to a great start.” She was wrong, it was off to a perfect start.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but you might want to watch where you’re going,” I said before her back hit the door.

“Please I can get here with my eyes closed.” And then we were outside, and all 5 of my senses were hit immediately. The sun was shining down on us, and before I could complain about not bringing my sunglasses, she handed them to me. My heart fluttered at the innocent act, taking the sunglasses with such gratitude even though she had already moved on to retrieve hers. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

“There are a lot of answers to that question,” I told her, not knowing if she was talking about the smell of the construction happening at the corner, the permanent garbage smell or something entirely different.

“The hotdogs, silly. Come on, there’s nothing like ‘em.” This time, I laced our fingers together, not because I was scared of losing her, I was, but I just really wanted to be closer to her. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let out a content hum and leaned her head on my arm as we walked to the stand.

“Can I get four hotdogs with sauerkraut and two grape sodas,” she asked the vendor, who politely nodded before moving on to prepare our food.

“You’re going to have a heart attack by 35,” I said as I nudged her with my shoulder. She gave me a small push back before answering.

“Is that a doctor’s diagnosis?” She asked as she took our now ready food into her hands, after paying the man before I even had time to blink. I just grabbed the two cans of soda and followed her where she was making a beeline for a park bench. “Watch out for skaters.”

“Yes, it is indeed a doctor's diagnosis.” I unwrapped one of the hotdogs before taking a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a content hum. “It may be a little worth it.”

“Exactly.” We sat there quietly, enjoying the warm weather and sounds of wheels against pavement. At one point, she rested her head against my shoulder, and I am convinced wherever she went would be Heaven.

***

“Are your eyes closed?” We found ourselves with both our hands interlocked, my eyes closed while she walked backwards. I gave an ‘mhm’ before she continued. “We’re here, just keep them closed, and…” her words trailed off. “Okay open.”

I opened my eyes to her holding her arms out in the middle of the largest bookstore I’ve ever seen. “Surprise!” My eyes were bouncing everywhere. It wasn’t too crowded, the large stairwell across the store catching my eye first. There were bookshelves tens of feet high, all loaded with different genres and authors. To the right of us, tiny knick knacks and pins and socks. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” I whispered out, still stuck in my place admiring our surroundings. She was beaming up at me, a hint of pride at her successfulness to drag me 6 hours away to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

“The Strand has always been my favorite place in the city. Come on, let’s go explore.” She grabbed my hands again, pulling me deeper into the store towards a shelf labeled adult fiction.

***

Six books, three pairs of socks and a postcard later, we were back on the busy streets of New York, aimlessly walking and admiring the tall buildings and different attractions. Well she was, I was admiring the way she was looking around like it was her first time here. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to our surroundings, but no amount of skyscrapers or fountains could possibly ever match up to her level of beauty. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I asked randomly, startling her into jumping a tiny bit before giggling. She stopped us, turning to face me fully before reaching up to grab my face in her hands.

“Once or twice.” The kiss we shared on the New York streets were no different than the ones before, but this time, it felt like a silent promise. A passing between two lovers that no matter where we are, our love is the most beautiful thing there is. “I love you too, dork.”

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Fallen hard (Sanemi x femReader)

Warnings: none its pure fluff, and well my bad writing and grammar lol

Word count: 2410

Authors note: Okay I got to be honest with you guys. I wrote this back in September or October and posted it on Wattpad, I think (Yes I used to be on wattpad cries) But I really like REALLY wanted to share this on tumblr because its cute and sanemi deserves fluff. I really hope you enjoy it. Im already working on part 2 :)

Sanemi’s POV

,You're going this time right?'' Genya looked up at his brother, eyes full of hope that his brother would go to today's parents' evening. Especially now, that he had a new homeroom teacher. His brother, however, really couldn't care less, he maybe went once a year and that's usually the first and last time a teacher would see or talk to him. Still, he had to go today, Genya wanted him to go.

Yet his Brother's answer was bold and harsh. , And why would I?" Yeah, why would he? Genya started to think of a good reason why it was so important for him to attend today, but all he really could think of was his new teacher and that would certainly not be enough of a good reason for his brother to go. Well, he could at least try and give him this as a good reason to go, but in all honesty, he didn't want to get yelled at.

Sanemi however seemed to notice his brother's nervous behavior. , Just spit it out already.'' he demanded in a sharp tone, staring down at Genya. , W-well... we have a new teacher since last month... and don't you think you should show up? J-just to be polite...'' Genya stuttered, trying to avoid his brother's piercing gaze.

Sanemi just scoffed, trying to get away from this pathetic behavior of his brother. He would not join this damn parent's evening, not even if there was a new homeroom teacher. He already went once a year, wasn't this enough? Of course, the school disagreed with this, but goddamn it this was just a waste of time and that's exactly why he only went once a year. No more.

, Aniki, please... I'll do the dishes for the rest of the month!'' Genya tried again, he had to make his brother go and this was the last thing he could think of that might, just might work as bait on his brother.

Surprisingly, it worked. Sanemi then turned around, looking at his brother as he made another offer. , Two months, and I'll go." This was too good to be true. Genya smiled at his brother as he nodded, agreeing to his brother's offer. , Okay, sounds fair." - , Good. When do I have to be there?'' Sanemi asked. , 8 pm.''

Well and this, this was the reason why Sanemi was now waiting in front of the Classroom. Waiting for his brother's teacher to come out and finally talk to him. 

Sanemi sighed in annoyance as he thought about how convincing his little brother was. He should've charged him way more than just two goddamn months, he should've charged him at least a whole damn year. If not even more. Even so, he could not return time and now had to deal with this new teacher of Genya. And if he was honest, he did simply not care about this new teacher. He was already thinking of how great he'd feel when he could finally leave when the door of the classroom suddenly opened and a woman, most definitely younger than him, stood there smiling at him.

, Mr. Shinazugawa, please come in." her voice was soft like a feather, kind of soothing as she said his name, kindly inviting him to enter the classroom. He was shocked, he did not expect his brother to have such a teacher, all day he imagined her to be an old hag, but instead of an old hag, a wonderful young woman was standing in front of him.

, I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you." She held out her hand as she introduced herself and waited for him to take her hand for a handshake. And so he did. , Sanemi Shinazugawa, pleased to meet you as well." he coughed out, slowly shaking her hand. God, why was he so nervous all of the sudden? It was just his little brother's stupid teacher.

Yeah, what the actual fuck was he even nervous for?

, I'm glad you had the time to come, Genya was afraid that you might not be able to attend." - , Well.." Sanemi started as he looked in her (e/c) orbs, I guess I was able to take some time.''

Her smile only grew bigger, showing him to take a seat in front of the teacher's desk. , And for that, I am very grateful. There's a lot of stuff I want to talk about.'' She sat down in front of him, going through a pile of paper, probably looking for Genya's folder. , So... what did the idiot do?" Sanemi sighed out, already preparing himself to hear what Genya did wrong and what HE had to pay for. But instead of hearing any complaints, Y/N only chuckled, leaving Sanemi dumbfounded as he watched her with confusion. , Oh he didn't do anything bad. No, indeed he's a very good student! Everyone adores him!" But that, Sanemi didn't hear.

As she started to brabble how great of a student his brother was, all he could do was watch her. Examining her soft features. He was fascinated, nearly hypnotized by her beauty. For once, he was thankful that his brother was so convincing. Sanemi might be harsh, however, he was able to acknowledge a beautiful woman when he sees one. And this woman right in front of him, was out of his league, maybe even out of this world. If he had to describe her beauty, he wouldn't be able to find the perfect word. She was just too pretty, too beautiful, too stunning. Probably even an angel, sent from above. And her soothing voice just fit her beauty so well. God, she was perfect, and for the first time in a while, Sanemi had forgotten how to think properly.

,,-and that's why Genya has already gotten so many good reviews from teachers from all subjects. So- Mr. Shinazugawa?" He suddenly heard her calling for him, snapping out of his thoughts.

Oh god, he was so deep in his thoughts that he even had forgotten to listen. He knew the moment he saw her that he has fallen for her, but ....he didn't know he has fallen that hard., Ah... I'm sorry..." he whispered in an apologetic tone, rubbing the back of his neck. The teacher in front of him however just chuckled again waving her hand, as if she was telling him that there was no reason to apologize. , No worries! But well as I was saying, Genya is a really good student and has gotten many good reviews from all kinds of teachers. Not only that... but his grades are pretty good as well. Almost only A's!" She then handed him a pile of all the grades his little brother has gotten so far, he didn't care, but for the sake of her, he took a good look at all the reviews and grades she has handed him.

He hummed in response, once he looked through all of the stuff, giving her back the paper as he answered. , I have to admit, he isn't that bad." She shook her head and scoffed, taking the papers he was holding. , Please, not that bad? God, he is pretty amazing if you ask me!!" The young woman then leaned in closer, frowning as she looked Sanemi in the eyes. , You should be more proud of him. After all, he told me you are his role model. He looks up to you and thinks you are an amazing big brother." Sanemis eyes widened at the statement, as Y/N slowly leaned back, obviously waiting for him to say something.

He then let out a low laugh, once again not sure what he was supposed to say. , That's... surprising.." The young teacher then slowly shook her head. , Well..." she shortly after said looking back up. , Just remember that he adores you a lot... oh and with that being said... You should read through this. This is just one of Genya's amazing essays he has written." the smile was back on her face, easing the tension between the two adults.

She handed him over an essay his little brother wrote, he knew he was supposed to read through it, but oh god he was just so distracted by her.  So he just had to pretend he was reading, while in reality he still tried to get over the beauty of this woman in front of him. He wasn't usually the type to show affection towards anyone, nor fall for someone this easily. But she, for some odd reason, got him all riled up.

, So...?" the younger woman nagged, curious about what Sanemi was going to say. , I'm surprised that my brother is actually this good." She nodded, agreeing with him. , He indeed is very good."

Sanemi had to confess, he hated the way she was praising his brother, for basically everything he did. Of course, she was his teacher and was actually supposed to say these things and yet he felt like she shouldn't praise his brother, but him. Yes, she should praise him, however, she probably knew too little to even be able to praise him. Damn, they have only ever met. So where did this sudden jealousy come from? And why only after they have met? It would've made so much more sense if it happened months after they've met, but now? After literally 10 minutes. Stupid, he thought, that was just stupid.

No, he was stupid.

, Is that all?" Sanemi looked at the small figure in front of him, still, inside he was hoping she wouldn't let him go so easily, that she would keep him here a little longer.

, Hmm... let me think.." she went through her bag, that she had now on her lap, looking for things she still had to mention before she would let him go. , Ah yes.. here." she handed him a few brochures of Universities, smiling at him. , You should start talking with him about applying to a few Universities. Probably these in particular. They'd fit him really well.''

Sanemi grasped the brochures and went through them, just then he noticed those were high qualified Universities. Even the one he went to himself, was listed as well, which made him feel some kind of pride.

, I hope you have realized that those Universities are popular amongst qualified students." - , I know," he answered as he pointed at his former University. , After all, mine is listed as well." Her eyes widened in surprise as she took a glance at where his finger was pointing at. , Tohoku University?" She was amazed, he could see that right away. The way she just looked at the brochure and her tiny hand that was placed right in front of her mouth.

, Yes indeed, but I don't see why my little brother-" she shushed him without hesitation, suddenly standing up and looking him in the eye. , Mr. Shinazugawa, your brother is a smart and a very skilled person! You should encourage him to go to Tohaku University as well!" this time she wasn't saying it to just sound nice, no it was the other way around. She said it because she actually meant it. She was dead serious about this. , Why... just why do you think he is that great?"

She slowly sat down again, a small smile forming on her lips. , Because he's just as great as his bigger brother." Sanemi was shocked, no not shocked but rather.. surprised, yet, she didn't hesitate to add more to this statement of hers. , Now that I've met you, I can totally see the resemblance. He's just like you and I totally see why he has chosen you as his role model."

He was once again astonished. , Has- has he said that?'' She nods, as she watched him. , Yes he did. He has mentioned you a few times. Fact is, he looks up to you, so I've guessed you must be an amazing brother.''

Part of him was embarrassed and wanted to disappear right away, the other part however was full of pride, thanking his brother for talking so highly about him in front of his teacher. The teacher that left him speechless.

So, sanemi smiled a little, looking away und scratching his neck as he did so. , Guess my brother wants to be a Mathematics major as well, huh.'' She hummed in response as she put away his little brother's folder. , Well... I guess we have talked about everything. Is there anything you want to add, or mention?''  Sanemi started to search for something, but obviously, there was nothing he could think about. She had probably mentioned everything she wanted to talk about and he, well he didn't want to attend the parent's evening, to begin with. So, he sighed and shook his head.

There was nothing, and with that disappointment came. He didn't want to go yet, but he couldn't just possibly stay here and talk to her any longer, let alone ask her out. That would probably seem to be very rude. But little did he know, that she just felt the same.

The sudden silence that lingered between him and her, made both of them nervous and uncomfortable.

, Then... I guess there is no reason for me to hold you back any longer.'' she was the first one to break the silence, and oh god he most definitely didn't want to hear these words. And yet, he played it off cool, getting up and marching towards the door. But before he could even reach the door, she suddenly spoke again, stuttering at the beginning. , M-Mr. Shinazugawa?''

Sanemi turned around, glancing at her. He then realized that she seemed... somewhat nervous. But why?

, I know... this is probably inappropriate to ask... but... would you mind joining me for coffee once..?'' Without even thinking, he answered, I would love to.'' and with that, he smiled at her as he exited the room and leaving the young woman perplexed.

Strolling through the building, he realized that there was a stupid little smile plastered across his face. Oh these feelings, so exotic and wild. He was not used to them, but somewhat liked the thrilling feeling.

Falling for someone wasn't even that bad.

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hey could we get some sub mirko?

Drabble: As an inventor you get weird job requests but this one payed a lot and your girlfriend was more than happy to help you test things out

Paring: Sub!Mirko x Dom!Fem. Reader

Warnings: overstimulation, toys, dub-con (she technically agreed), lying, sadistic, light bondage, orgasm denial, and orgasm control

Notes: I hope this counts. But anyways enjoy anonn. Reader is kind of crazy in this!

You couldn't remember the last time you've had a job pay this much for just some silly toys and machines. Now all you needed was a victim test subject. Looking up from your letter you saw your beautiful hero girlfriend, perfect prey.

"So I just need to try these out before they get released" you finished explaining after cuffing her other hand the posts by the head board.

"Ok but don't go crazy" she jokes spreading her legs so you could tie her ankles.

"No promises" you mumble tying a knot you learned not to long after you met Mirko.

The first toy you wanted to try out was this neat vibrator, "So I was aiming for something fast and controlable" you explain taking out a black egg shaped thing. "It's connected to my phone too" quickly you show her the app which she inky chuckles at how cute you look when you get all geeky about your babies. Once it was nicely taped to her clit you smirked, "Ready?"

"Of course how bad could it- ahhhg" she was cut off with a chocked moan when you turned it on.

"Your overreacting bunny" you teased playing with the vibration waves on your phone, "That was the lowest setting" you say as her eyes brimmed with tears still refusing to give in. "I'll be back!" you say getting up and running to your invention room.

Once your back you have a small red box with a white button on top, "I call this one Pride Swallower" giggling you push the white button and with the censors you installed into it the long thick dildo way into her, "Do you like it?" you asked as the machine made the didlo go in and out.

She was crying and the vibrator wasn't even on and that's when the machine stopped, "F-fuck!" she yells in frustration.

"I see she's working well" you say taking out a remote from your pocket, "You see she's programmed to stop working once your about to calm" the machine then began to go faster and deeper, "Don't get your hopes up" you tease, "I'm one of Japan's most successful inventors it'd take a miracle for it to crash" of course you were right you edged her again and again until she was a sobbing mess.

"Y-yo-you s-said no- agh fuck crazy" she said feeling upset at your white lie.

"Whoops, but you need to beg for this" you said tapping lightly on the remote. "Come on my little bunny beg for me"

"F-fuck" she sighed out, "Please Mommy I'm desperate I need you" she begs eyes red and watery.

"Not good enough but I'll make an exception" pushing the cyan button on the remote it went faster and bottomed out in her. Thats when you turned on the black vibrator on the highest level causing her to moan a scream, "Forgot about her?" you asked waving your phone as she finally reached her climax cumming all over the already damp bed sheets and dildo. "I can watch this all day" you whisper sitting on a spinning chair near by watching her repeatedly cum. All of her orgasms left with a yell of your name and the last one really excited you when she squirted all over your machine. "How adorable" you complimented.

"I'll make sure to sell these" you say getting up and leaving her there.

"W-wait!" she managed out.

"Oh almost forgot!" you exclaimed turning the vibrator back on high, "This is your punishment for your lazy begging"

When you came back she was babbling incoherently with drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. After you showered/cleaned her and change the bed sheets you kissed her goodnight whispering a soft, "You did so good, but I have more things for you to try tomorrow" while stroking her soft ears.

[sunseteyes]

Not me slowly creeping here with my favs 😳, but Tendou, Tsumu, Noya and Akaashi with a rlly big crush on reader and how they try to get her attention?

getting their crush’s attention

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ starring: tendou satori, atsumu miya, yuu nishinoya, keiji akaashi

ㅤ ㅤ↪︎ themes: heavy signs of flirting pft. fluff!

ㅤ ㅤ↪︎ announcement: hi anon thanks so much for requesting! so sorry this took so long~ i really liked writing this though! feel free to pitch in hc requests if you like~ oh btw my format in posting kinda changed! hope you liked it~ taglist is now below the post !!

『• • • ✎ ATSUMU MIYA

knowing atsumu, he’s going to want to get your attention as soon as possible

one of his steps in order to do that is to try and woo you with his volleyball skills. what more could he give best than show you what he specializes in doing?

so it’s most likely that you’d be invited into one of their games, even if it was a practice match. another possibility will be during their training but he might be selfish enough not to let you have a moment to speak to the others and let them steal his momentum

if that fails or if you needed some more push, atsumu will probably try to invite you for a lunch outside. coffees wouldn’t be atsumu’s thing. and it’s because he’ll reason out that “a way to someone’s heart is through their stomach.” nobody gets full with just coffee

and yes, he knows it because of his brother. 

he may also try to even convince his brother to cook for the two of you and invite you to their house for dinner. 

“’tsumu, why do i have to be caught up with this?” “come on, be my wingman for once, ‘samu!”

osamu may be slightly pissed off at his brother but he’s going to do what he can to help his brother out. as for atsumu, he will be too focused on you to notice his brothers efforts, but surely they will be obvious enough until you figure it out

“w-what? did ‘samu tell you i like you? ah really!!! that osamu!!!” 

“huh he didn’t? then-?”

in the end, there’s a high probability he accidentally confesses due to his carelessness

no matter, he’s going to be the type to pull off his plans on trying to attract you. and even if he slips, he knows that he already has you wrapped around his finger by then

『• • • ✎ KEIJI AKAASHI

akaashi is a silent admirer. he would rather admire you from afar than speak to you head on

but he does pitch in occasional praises whenever it is acquired. like when he learned that you got into a club that you’ve been wanting to attend, or maybe you got high scores in your test, then he’ll most likely praise you

“congrats, (y/n)-san. i heard you got perfect in english today.” he’ll say while bokuto is in the middle of rambling when he saw you. of course, bokuto will know you, that guy knows everyone.

though that’s the thing akaashi will be thanful of. at least he’ll get to at least have reason to talk to you, no matter how short of a time it may be

one thing about akaashi is that he doesn’t like trying to gain your attention just because he likes you, unless of course they’re important matters.

in short, if he likes you, he likes you. he wouldn’t do anything to try and give a shot whether you like him back or not—especially if you’re not showing any of those signs.

but the secret wouldn’t last as a secret that long because surely someone else will notice how he would seemingly treat you more kindly and just differently than others

or maybe bokuto was just teasing him and suddenly the other members of fukurodani catches upon the slight hesitation in akaashi’s reaction

so when they find out about it, no matter how lowkey akaashi is, he’s going to get caught sooner or later, but it would only be by those who was used to akaashi’s personality and how he treats other people—his team mates, most probably

they wouldn’t rat him out nonetheless, but do expect them to be the ones to give akaashi even the slightest push

and of course, who was akaashi to say no especially when they tempt him that much?

as long as he is not doing anything to invade your privacy or force you to do anything, akaashi would agree. because even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he’d take in any kind of suggestions and finds it rather amusing when they indeed work on you

for example, when one of his team mates suggested to give you a love letter

akaashi will probably take that suggestion, but he’d make himself anonymous

or maybe that time when you received another anonymous flowers during valentines

or the good luck post-it note you had on your locker the day you were going to have a finals exam

akaashi will be the type to show you that you are beautiful and important; inside and out. his actions wouldn’t even be too weird for you, nor would you feel uncomfortable with his lowkey advances. 

it’s quite unlikely that he’ll reveal himself, unless maybe when he finally decided to. he’s someone who will wait for that “perfect time”

he’ll plan for it and wait for it diligently. and even if it takes forever, akaashi will wait for it

『• • • ✎ SATORI TENDOU

satori already knows what to do in order to win that heart of yours.

he also wouldn’t be the type to hesitate or shy away when it comes to you, especially if he knew he had a chance

but if it seems that he doesn’t, he’ll still do his best to take your heart. he will know each and every likes you have, or even your pet peeves. he’s that observant, remember?

by knowing your likes, he would know what to do to catch your attention.

“(y/n)-san, do you like coffees? or are you perhaps a fruit-shake lover? which one is it? which one?” 

you like plants? he’ll invite you to join him in trying to find plants he could take care, and surely if you know a lot about them, he’d have a reason to strike a conversation with you

you like anime? he’ll watch them with you! 

you like watching the shiratorizawa volleyball team? he’d invite you to their trainings.

and if you’re the type who would like having their alone time, he wouldn’t bother you every day just to prevent you from being irritated by his presence

satori is not one to give up, but if you decided you did not like him, he will stop his advances

however, if you do find a little bit of spark between the two of you, then that’s good.

although it might end up to you confessing instead of him with how he could tease you into saying it. when he knows you’re wrapped around his finger, he’ll know how to make you even more flustered and what puts you on edge

so yep, be prepared to be embarrassed, folks

but still, at least you’ll get a boyfriend afterwards. fighting!

 『• • • ✎ YUU NISHINOYA

nishinoya is very much like satori, but do expect him to be more... energetic chaotic

with how he’s acting with kiyoko, that would probably be how nishinoya would act

only this time, it would be different in a way that he’s more careful and observant into what would tick you off and what wouldn’t. he’ll also give more respect to your space, so don’t worry about that.

nishinoya would make himself be “worthy” of your love, no matter how sad that sounds like

he would still appear to be infatuated with how he always try to catch your attention by buying you coffee every morning, or when he brings you bento for your lunch when he realizes that you don’t eat that much, but his actions will be genuine.

he’ll make his move. the minute nishinoya realizes that he has feelings for you, you’ll realize just how much he became part of your life that when he’s not there, you’ll feel kind of... lonely

and yes, it will happen even if you didn’t like him at first

and what happens after that? nishinoya would immediately see if you blush or sense that you get flustered by his advances, and he wouldn’t believe it at first 

nor did you honestly

because who would have thought you’d fall for his charm after he basically chase after you with his heart wide open??

anyway congrats! just wait for him to make a move again after he has his own panic when he noticed that you like him too. but it will be quick!! expect for a bouquet of flowers plus chocolates or teddy bear maybe hehe

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