#So yeah I will still do content but I decided to be more cautious with it so I don't accidentally trigger others

[ambrosialdesire]

hedonic

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: laios x fem!monster reader word count: 5k warnings + tags: general yandere and/or dark themes, kinda gory descriptions, cannibalistic ideas/thoughts/temptations, probably ooc laios, delusional ideas, monster reader w/ large breasts (i mean, it comes with the kind of monster she is tbh but this is the only physical descriptor of the reader), brief bodily mutilation + removal mention, breast milk consumption, accidental peeping (?), breast fixation, blood kink kinda, biting mention, all characters are 18+ synopsis: he's always been the type with an insatiable appetite when it comes to any monsters, but he promised to never ever eat any demi-humans when it comes down to it. the temptation when it comes to you has became irresistible to try and ignore. a/n: in request of 🌷 anon and my fueled want for laios, i have made my first dungeon meshi/delicious in dungeon yan fic! i decided to do it in laios pov cause i feel it'll make for an interesting perspective. not really nsfw this time around lol since i'm still new and keeping up with the anime and learning about the characters SO IM ONLY CAUGHT UP ANIME-WISE OK LOL AND THE MONSTER I'M USING FOR THE READER ARE CONSCIOUS BEASTS THAT CAN COMMUNICATE AND SHIT LIKE THAT CAUSE IT'S SO VAGUE ON THE WIKI 😭😭 also i'm making shit up as i go okay so anything food related is like entirely made-up 💀 AND YEAH I MADE IT ABOUT BREAST MILK OKAY LMFAOOO tbh i've always wanted to try a dnd-related game but literally have no where to start (ik there's baldur's gate but i am a broke full-time student lol) hope y'all enjoy and hope i can make some more of laios cause he's so 🏃‍♀️💨💨 note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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Laios made a promise to never consume a demi-human, no matter the circumstances. It made sense, they were on the cusp of something that was human but not. They could have similar features like the races they respectively belonged to, could bleed red and have had a beating heart, yet in the end, they were still a monster inside and out. Morally or ethically — whichever which belonged to which — according to Chilchuck, it was still wrong to try and consume them.

He understood that completely once it got explained and stuck into his head, but then you came into question.

When you came into Laios's party during the search for his sister, you were almost attacked from how you meekly approached the small group in one of the dungeon’s levels. They were right to be cautious of course, many human-like monsters had previously attacked them when their guard was down, but once they realized you genuinely meant no harm, they let you join in. Marcille was overjoyed that another girl had joined the party, though both Laios and Chilchuck had their valid doubts about you. Senshi didn't really mind, long as you could pull your own weight and never tried to attack them.

Were you trying to play the long game? Did it make them taste better when you waited to strike? Were you eyeing your pick in the group? Senshi and him both have a lot of meat on their person, Chilchuck was definitely the least desirable since he was so small and had less meat on his body; to be honest, Marcille was in a similar boat as him too.

Food-wise, you ate whatever Senshi made with a happy smile, not even being deterred once from having to eat something that was considered to be closely related to you. He wondered if it was something you were used to, something that you had to be doing in order to survive down here. Then, if it came to other parties that came before them and being forced to defend yourself, did you ever had to... consume them?

Laios hoped it never had to occur, but he couldn't blame you if you had no other choice. He could imagine you being trapped for days before your kind could get to you, maybe one or two bodies from an adventuring party were with you from a previous scuffle and the pangs of hunger were getting to you. The thought of the remaining party members finding the torn apart limbs and strewn, chewed on bones surrounding a bloody starving monster made his stomach flip and a shiver go down his spine. Maybe it's because that's how he last remembered Falin right before she teleported them out of the dungeon, her midst of her body trapped in the toothy maw of that Red Dragon.

Because of this now since your alliance with them combined with the many questions in his head about your diet, there was one that he can't quite get rid of, no matter how much he tried.

What did a human taste like to a monster?

It's been a few weeks since they've ventured in the dungeon and Laios still had some doubts with your intentions for joining. A monster is a monster and cannot be trusted no matter what, but you didn't cause trouble or held them back from their search so he let you be... for now at least. He'd be a hypocrite for not letting you stay since he's been keeping Kensuke around, but it's only temporary and it can't really harm him without the other parts of the Living Armor. You're a moving... person? Half of one. Actually more a third-fourth of one? He doesn't quite know but still rather fascinated by your existence.

You were similar to them in conscious thought and speech, as well as appearance-wise. Well, appearance-wise, you definitely weren't human. Small, bilateral curved horns made their home on the sides of your head, floppy brown ears swung around with every step you took, a long bovine tail whipped around the bottom of your legs, and finally, your legs were curved into two thick cow-like stumps with hooves at the end as a replacement of feet. Minotaur, or that's what you said what you were, though you were smaller than those massive farm animal adjacent beasts, about a few inches taller than Marcille.

And not to sound like a perv or anything remotely similar to that, but you didn't really have udders either, unless your more than well-endowed breasts compensated for the lack thereof.

"Ow! Laios!" He snapped out of his thoughts, looking down at his metal shoe and seeing the fluffy end of your tail on the bottom of it.

"Oh, sorry." Slowly, he lifted his foot off of it, the appendage whipping around and twitching. It wrapped around your waist, almost completely hidden as a fuzzy brown and white belt.

"It's bad to get distracted here, are you hungry? Thirsty? I have some bread and milk in the pack if you want to snack on it." As you walked on forwards, you pulled the bag off of your shoulders and began to rummage through it with one hand. You finally found what you were looking for, handing it over to him without hesitation, slinging your bag back where it belonged. He stared at the milk as he chewed on the bread, the texture soft and light with each bite.

Did... did this come from you? You mentioned to them before in the beginning stages of joining that they can drink your milk if they needed to, but the horrified looks of both the elven mage and the Half-foot locksmith prevented you from trying any further. Both him and Senshi was of course curious, Minotaur milk was both difficult to come across and retrieve, but the two told the dwarf that they absolutely refused to eat anything that he cooked if it came from your body.

"Gross, don't tell me that came from you Y/N." Chilchuck grimaced as he walked on by and you shook your head.

"No! Of course not. I know you people humans are a little weird but I wouldn't give something that came from me without telling you. It's just cow milk, er... not from me." Laios felt a little disappointed as he opened the top of the bottle, wondering if it tasted different from normal cow's milk. According to the Dungeon Gourmet Guide, Minotaur milk was thicker and sweeter compared to the average cattle's; then again, this precious book of his wasn't really that accurate unfortunately.

What about your flesh?

He came to a sudden standstill, almost causing Marcille to bump into him.

"If you're gonna stop out of nowhere, at least move to the side Laios!" She grumbled, moving past him as he stood there in confusion. What was he thinking? Why would he even go so far as to think that? He started moving again, carefully watching you click on forwards. His mind began to wander at the thought again, which parts of you would be edible?

Your legs definitely, there's so much muscle built upon you there. He'd seen you strike down stone pillars and enemies in a single blow without even flinching. Maybe even your thin tail, could be tough and stringy though. Your ears would take a while to feast upon, cartilaginous but still a good source of protein. Horns are a no-go, too small and were most likely hollower than meaty. Cow hooves are a delicacy in some parts of the world, so it was possible that yours were consumable too.

Would the "human" parts of you count? You hadn't revealed if you were full or half-monster, maybe even if you were cursed, so it was hard to truly determine what you were. If you were a full monster, that meant that every bit and piece of you was edible meat.

Meat.

Meat.

Meat.

"Laios, you’re drooling! I can hear your stomach rumbling too," Your giggling voice rang clearly in his mind, his gaze snapping downwards as he wiped his mouth quickly. "I have more bread if you want."

"No, no. It's better if we stop now and make something more nutritionally beneficial to continue forwards," Senshi stopped with the two of you, turning his head around to find a suitable room for cooking. "Think I still have some of those Harpy eggs and Kelpie flesh, would you two be so kind to try and find some more ingredients on this floor? Any vegetation would do this meal some good."

And here the two of you were, walking around the floor's grounds to spot for anything of use. It was almost completely quiet minus the shifting of his armor and the clicks of your hooves echoing throughout the stone hallway, reducing that awkward silence just a little. Your weapon, a sharpened scythe, swung around on your back as if you were a cow grim reaper; the thought of a cow dressed up in a black robe with a menacing skull mask made him chuckle in his head a little.

"Oh! Up ahead, I see something leafy." The hoof-clicking went faster as you picked up your pace, ducking your head from the fallen wooden structures that were in the way. Compared to the average Minotaur, you moved and reacted quicker, most likely because of your smaller stature and having a little less muscle in your body to heave around. That could make you vulnerable on the other hand, having less muscle everywhere else minus your legs meant diminished strength and being unable to defeat enemies in a more timely manner. Interesting.

"Laios, do you think this enough for all five of us?" You shuffled out of the crevice in a huff with bundles of thick purple, triangular leaves in your arms and he took a pinch from one of the leaves, inspecting it before placing it in his mouth. He winced, his face contorting to a pucker as you laughed at his expression. Dungeon oxalis, edible but strongly tasted similarly to citrus.

"We could work with it, could make up for lemons since they're pretty sour. Here, place it in your bag and we can search for other things." You nodded after wiping your eyes from your boisterous laughter, following his instructions and getting back up from the ground.

You dusted yourself off before picking the bag back up, smiling at him as the two of you began to move deeper into the dungeon. "I hope we find some Night Lucernes but I think since we're already so low underground, it's getting more unlikely they can grow here."

"Oh we can't eat those, they make us sluggish and gives us stomach cramps for weeks."

Blinking at him, you tilted your head in confusion. He never noticed how long your eyelashes were, is that common in your kind? "Really? They're like vitamins for me or was it something about the blood—"

"Why are you not like the other Minotaurs?"

"Huh?" The question was out of the blue, interrupting her talking as the two of you had stopped in the middle of the hallway, eyes locked with one another.

"Why are you not like the other Minotaurs?" Laios repeated, not skipping a beat and leaning down closer to you. "You're not massively built, you don't have a cow's head, you don't have large horns. You don't strictly eat vegetation, is it even good for you to eat monster meat so often? There's so very few things that are Minotaur-like on you, are you really one of their kind?"

Your eyelids fluttered in shock, each question wrapping around your brain before you leaned away from him, scratching the back of your neck. "Well... I-I don't really know why myself."

"...What?"

"Uh yeah. One day, when I was still young, I woke up in this dungeon alone without a single memory in my mind. I don't even remember who named me either, but I vaguely remember being told that I'm a Minotaur. Maybe it's the Mad Mage's fault but I'm sorry Laios, I really can't explain why I'm not more like them."

Did that even satisfy his question on whether you were edible as a Minotaur or not?

"I do know is that I am a monster," You put a hand over where your heart is, clenching it tightly into a fist. "I ain't like you people humans and I'm sure not like those other animal humans you coexist with, so I am nothing but a monster. I may look a little different from my kind but inside and out, I have the Minotaur’s blood in me. And the strictly herbivore thing isn't really true, I can eat meat if I have no other choice to, it's not all that bad though. Doesn't really freak me out and I'm always grateful to have the opportunity to eat a good meal."

"So have you eaten other adventurers before meeting us? I won't judge, I'm genuinely curious and I won't tell the others if you have."

You froze, eyes casting downwards suddenly as your fists gripped onto the coat you wore. "I... I don't really want to talk about it Laios, sorry. I'll answer your other questions but some things are better left off unsaid, okay? Please respect that."

His lips were pulled into a thin line, the nagging voice in his head still ever curious on whether you've eaten human before, but you really did seem uncomfortable talking about the topic. "Sorry."

He then put a hand under his chin, thinking about what you've said previously slowly. Inside and out... Does that mean you are edible? I mean, you basically said it yourself, despite you being more on the human-appearance spectrum of monsters. Then again, they met more human-like monsters like the Harpies and the Dryads, and they've eaten them before! (Well... sorta.) The mermen were edible too (despite Chilchuck stopping him from taking more of the parts), so that means—

"Can I drink your milk then?"

"Wha— H-huh?!" The apples of your cheeks glowed a dark shade of red, but his gaze remained determined, sparkling in excitement even.

"You offered it before, didn't you? Chilchuck and Marcille aren't here so they won't judge us and I've been curious since my book said that it's different from normal cow's milk." You looked around, even peeking behind him, before sighing and bashfully pouting.

"I did! I know I did! But, I have to make it fresh since I threw out the ones I had on hand a week ago and I don't have any on my person right now so..."

"It's okay, I can wait." He bluntly replied, oblivious to your wording. Laios just wanted a little taste, nothing more and nothing less.

You mumbled something under your breath, his ears catching a few words of him being 'too eager' and 'quick to answer'. Was he? He was just answering your question honestly, and he’s been ever so curious about it ever since you’ve offered it before.

"Let me find a room, just wait outside for a bit."

You were flushed, clicking away to find a place to hide out so you could produce what he wanted. Of course he followed shortly after you left, staying outside just like you told him to and it would serve as extra security. If Minotaur milk tasted as good as they say, he might just keep asking you for it when some certain party members aren't nearby. Hell, he might even be able to sneak some to Senshi since he's been curious about it too! It's only right to share a magnificent discovery to the best monster chef. Actually, he might be the only monster chef he knew but he was still the best by default.

He waited.

And waited.

And waited…

Laios started to sit down next to the door due to how long you were taking to produce a small bottle. Was it difficult to get milk out of the body by yourself? He had to ask about that too since he’s only seen male Minotaurs depicted in his book; there was nothing but a small and vague paragraph that explained about the female Minotaurs, but it was mostly about their milk.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the stone wall. You really were a strange individual, someone that he can’t quite understand. Your very being makes his mouth salivate whenever he thinks about you as a next meal, even if it shouldn’t. Was it because all they’ve been eating has been monster-related? His strange fixation on trying them was slowly being satiated with every step down the dungeon, so he chalked it up to just being morbidly curious.

It has to be that reason, it must be, because what kind of sick individual constantly thinks about consuming his friend?

Opening back his eyes, he took another quick glance at the wooden door. Laios was extremely curious on how the whole process worked, if you really had extra udders or if the hidden parts of your body were furry or skin. Plus, you really were taking a long time, one of the three were bound to come over soon and he wouldn't be able to try the milk! Actually... you know what? What if you had gotten attacked in there by a whole group of Mimics?! Or any other monster group, like the ghosts! You were strong but you can’t take all of them at once, and monsters aren't able to revive here. Wait...

Monsters don’t revive here.

He scrambled up on his feet at the realization, quickly knocking on the door, the sound of stumbling and thuds causing him to immediately panic and start pushing it open.

"Are you oka—" Laios froze, his eyes widening.

Your eyes were wide open as well, mouth partially parted open in dumbfounded shock. At least you looked okay and it seemed there wasn't any harmful enemies around, just some old furniture that had fallen over. It's weird though. There you sat on the ground in the midst of the mess, one arm covering your bare chest while the other was holding a partially filled glass. He stood there in puzzlement as your face grew redder by the second, placing the glass down slowly before reaching for your weapon that was right next to you.

Oh.

Oh...

OH!

"LAIOS!!!"

"I'M SO SORRY!!!" He slammed the door back shut as the scythe made its way towards his head, the sharp blade slicing through the old wood, the tip just barely missing his nose. His heart pounded against the metal chest plate like a beating drum, his lungs completely drained of all air. He began to kneel on the ground for some support since his legs started to give out from the revelation. His body was burning up, like he just got lit on fire from the Red Dragon or was a little too close to one of Marcille's explosion spells.

He just saw you naked. Not completely, but still, he just saw your breasts. He was used to and never cared about seeing others nude or topless, whether they be male or female — monster or not — it's just parts but seeing you?

Despite being here for most of your life, the skin from what he saw was quite smooth and rather mostly unblemished. It's like scars weren't able to attach onto the surface, as if they weren't allowed to. And the curvature of your heavy breasts, the noticeable suppleness of both when you moved and inadvertently squeezed them with your arm. They weren't udders at all either like he thought they were, they were undeniably humanlike, no fur included. He imagined biting into them, wondering if it'll be easy to sink his teeth into the squishy fat while he sucked on both the spilling blood and milk, thinking about the mix of sweetness and tangy that'll occur if he did. He'd be especially lucky to leave any mark on your pristine skin during the process, his body tingling at the idea of being the only one — the only human — to permanently leave something behind.

Laios couldn't stop salivating, a hand over his mouth to prevent him from drooling all over himself. He's shaking, why was he shaking? Was it from the fear of these unstoppable thoughts of his? Because of the leaf he ate not a moment ago? No. It's because of these recent developments and the answers he was getting from them, he was becoming... excited.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

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The door finally creaked open, a small glass bottle being pushed towards him from the barely ajar entrance. He looked up to where your head would be, your eyes nervously staring down to the side. You started to apologize in a soft mumble as you slowly revealed yourself, now completely dressed.

"Sorry for throwing my weapon at you earlier, but this is all I can give right now. If I had eaten Night Lucernes prior, it would've been better quality. Um... enjoy I guess?"

"Thank you for the drink." Laios smiled and took the bottle in his hands, staring at the liquid. It was warm, which was expected since it just came out of your body, and it wasn't fully white like he thought it would be, the color just had the faintest tinge of yellow that could be missed if he wasn't looking close enough. He took the glass's edge to his lips and finally, he took a small swig of it.

Sweet, precisely as he thought it would be, but not as overtly strong to make him sick or give him an immediate cavity. The book was right to say that it was thick, almost similar to a honey-like consistency but still light enough to not choke at the heavy feeling of it go down his throat. He didn't realize that he quickly drank all of it at once, his tongue running across his lips to catch any remaining liquid left. You said that this wasn't the best quality, but he couldn't imagine it being any better than what he just drank.

"That was..." Laios paused, smacking his lips to try and remember the taste once more. Your face slightly fell, eyebrows worriedly scrunching together. "Amazing!"

"R-really?" The slightly-afraid look melted off in relief, your eyes glowing in happiness. "No one ever said that it tasted amazing before... Actually, no one actually tried it before except you Laios."

He... he was the first one that tried your milk? The fleeting thoughts he had prior ran through his mind again, his cheeks flushing a slight pink. If he really was the first one that drank something of yours... then it's only right that it would be specially reserved for him right? It's really selfish of him to keep this amazing beverage from his dear party, but something like this should be cherished by the one that adores you the most.

He quickly grabbed your hands, holding them up as he squeezed them tightly in excitement. "Can I have more later? I won't tell our party, it'll be our little secret exchange between the two of us."

Laios watched your expression turned from complete shock to shy awe, your tail twitching around and thumping against your legs. You were silent for a bit before looking up at him, a determined glint in your eyes. "W-what's in it for me? I can't just be the only one giving you something.

Shit. That was fair of you to bring up but him as a normal Tall-man, there was very little he could give you in return for your breast milk. "What would you want from me anyway?"

His mind immediately went into the gutter: you wanted to eat something off of him. It could be considered a fair exchange, consumable body part for consumable bodily fluid. Maybe you were getting tired of eating monsters, needing your actual nutrition from people. He started to get nervous, what would he be able to give you from his body? Would a finger satiate you or would you need something larger? Laios can't really give up his arms or legs, he'd need them in order to get through the dungeon and save Falin. Tongue was completely out of the question, he can't imagine not being able to taste food in both normal and monster dishes.

The idea of giving you his dick to consume suddenly popped up in his mind, the thought of trying to cut it off caused him to pale. He didn't use it much compared to his other body parts, only needing it to use to take a leak; he wasn't really the sexually active type either, being able to count the partners he previously had on only one hand. Technically and hesitantly, that would be the only large body part that he can give up for you.

Briefly, he imagined how'd you eat it. You weren't an messy eater when it came to Senshi's food — despite having to learn how to use utensils but still preferring to make use of your hands — so you'd probably be as neat as possible with it. You'd eat it raw, as soon as he managed to slice it off his person, warm crimson slipping down your fingers as you bite down through the layers of skin and muscle.

Or there was the possibility that you wanted to take it off yourself, kneeling right down in-between his legs, hands slowly sliding up his thighs to his hips as you approached his lower half. He'd be forced to watch you take his soft cock into your mouth, probably struggling if he accidentally got hard during the process. The last thing that Laios would feel would be your mouth's warmth wrapping around it before chomping down.

A shiver went down his spine, though it didn't feel as horrid as it was supposed to be.

With your big lashed eyes, you slowly blinked once more as a small smile grew on your lips. "Knowledge. I want to learn about the outside world. I've never left the dungeon before, all the adventurers that came before your party prevented me from ever trying."

Oh... That's actually not a bad exchange request, simple in nature. At least he gets to keep his junk, despite his heart still pounding from what his fucked-up mind just mustered up.

"Okay deal. I'll teach you about my world in exchange for milk." He put out his hand, letting you reach out and shake it. Your eyes relaxed as you smiled warmly up at him, finally letting him go. Laios then went over and patted your head, rubbing the top gently. You stiffened lightly at the gesture, his fingers brushing over the horns. They were smooth with faint ring-like indentations, almost an ivory-creamy color. Truly a fascinating feeling.

"There you guys are! You've been gone for so long that we were starting to get worried." Marcille. You batted his hand off of your head quickly, turned around with a tautly-pulled grin towards the elven girl.

"Must've lost track of time finding what Senshi wanted, sorry about the wait. You guys must be starving by now." The two of you started to chat walking back to the temporary camp, Laios watching and following from behind. You pulled out the oxalis in your bag to show her, a proud expression beaming off your face as you brought up his face when he first tried it. His stomach twisted, his hand resting on the top of his armor-covered abdomen.

There were very few monsters he found cute, most being out-of-this-world frightening to gaze upon, but you truly were one of the cuter ones around. He felt hungry again as your hips swayed from side to side, tail flicking around. He brushed the fingers that he touched your horns with against his lips, reminiscing on the texture. How sensitive were they? You did go rigid when he brushed against them, but it could be just from the shock.

Saliva was building up in his mouth again, and he could only harshly swallow back the feeling.

Deplorable he was with this appetite, the desire to consume you piece by piece. Would you accept that as one of your final fates? Rather than being killed and left behind with little to no chance of being revived, he'd pick up every raw part of you and eat it, savoring each bite in respect for what you've sacrificed to help him find his sister. Laios would try to bring the inedible bits of you with him — bones, teeth, horns, nails, hooves, hair — for the rest of this dungeon's journey and back into his world. Your wish would be granted, despite not being able to fully witness it yourself; you might even thank him for that bit of kindness too.

This thing the two of you had was special, unbeknownst to the others. A friendship that couldn't be understood by the other members of the party, but was completely comprehensible to only you and him. Symbiotic, just almost mutualistic. A love of one's flesh in exchange for the love of another's world.

Love.

Though Laios has expressed his heavy interest and passion in monsters, he never had said he loved them. Most were mindlessly dangerous, no matter how small or large they were, acting on base instinct. Yet, you were different. In fact, he could say that you were the opposite of him. Instead of being grouped together with your fellow monster-kind, you were more interested in being around outsiders. Different sides of the same golden coin.

A realization hit him, his eyes widening. The strange feelings in his body, the perverse, obsessive fantasies he's been having about you... It could only mean that he—

"Jeez Laios, you've been spacing out all day. Are you okay?"

He snapped out of it, staring at the concerned looks of both you and Marcille. Laios only smiled, his golden eyes focused completely on your form. Both your ear and tail tip was twitching, flicking in the air as if a fly was nearby.

"I'm just hungry, that's all."

[03jyh23]

— the fear still lingers || choi jongho (prequel to finding our way back series)

<series masterlist> <next part>

i know nothing is forever but i still can’t let go, turns out the love i wanted to give you is hurting me more

idol!jongho x reader

genre: angst, a bit of fluff

trigger warnings: emotional distress, relationship conflict, career-related stress, (hongjong is a dick)

words: 2.6 (yeah it was supposed to be shorter)

written while listening to: fear by seventeen

reminder: what you're about to read is purely fiction, so let's keep it separate from reality.

minors do not interact

— hi there! i was so happy to see a jongho request, thank you so so much @jjongbearshoney! i struggled with this one for a while, but i'm happy with the outcome! let me know if you liked it!

love, monika. ♡

In the quiet stillness of the late-night hours, when the rest of the world slumbered and the city lay cloaked in darkness, you found yourself drawn to the familiar dance studio where Jongho poured his heart and soul into perfecting his choreography. It had become your secret haven, a sanctuary where you could finally be together away from the prying eyes of the world. In the secrecy of the night, you and Jongho stole moments together. Living as somebody’s secret wasn’t easy. You knew the risks, the potential consequences of forbidden love. But each stolen moment, each meeting only deepened the love between you. You must admit that there was a certain allure to living on the edge, dangerously close to being caught. But as the nights turned into days, and the days into months the weight of your secret threatened to crush you both, Jongho couldn't help but wonder if the thrill was worth the risk, if the ecstasy of your love was worth the inevitable heartache that lay ahead. And yet, despite the doubts that gnawed at his heart, Jongho couldn't bring himself to let go—not when your touch felt like home, not when your love burned brighter than the only witness to your love – the stars.  

The familiar click of the back door closing behind you sent a shiver down your spine, a thrill of anticipation mingled with a lingering sense of trepidation. It was your usual way in, a well-worn path through the shadows that led to the dance studio. As you made your way through the dimly lit corridors, the soft echo of your footsteps seemed to reverberate against the walls. You slipped through the door of the familiar studio, the rhythmic beat of the music filled the air, the soft glow of overhead lights illuminating the empty space, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest. Jongho’s silhouette was a familiar sight against the backdrop of the dance floor. Jongho’s movements were fluid and graceful as he lost himself in the rhythm of the music. For a moment, you simply stood in the doorway, content to watch your boyfriend from afar. 

As Jongho noticed your presence, he paused the music, the abrupt silence filling the room. His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and concern as he took in your figure standing in the doorway, your silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the studio lights.  

''What are you doing here? I didn't text you to come down tonight.'' Jongho's voice broke through the silence, his tone a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He took a step closer, his movements cautious as if he were afraid you might vanish into thin air if he moved too quickly. You met Jongho's gaze head-on, your own expression a blend of determination and longing.  

"Well, I'm usually here on Thursdays, so I decided not to wait until you texted me," you replied, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach. 

"You shouldn't have come," Jongho murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "Baby you know we have to be careful. We can't risk getting caught." you nodded, throat tightening with the weight of the situation. You knew the dangers of your forbidden love, the consequences that loomed large on the horizon. And yet, even as the fear of being caught gnawed at your heart, you couldn't shake the feeling that being with Jongho was worth any risk. 

''I'm sorry Jongho, it's just I wanted to see you tonight, you are so busy lately and I miss you, give me a quick kiss and I'm gone'' Jongho's expression softened at your words, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes as he realized the impact of his busy schedule on their relationship.  

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I've been so caught up with work lately, I didn't realize how much I've been neglecting us." Your heart ached at the vulnerability in Jongho's voice, the raw honesty of his admission pulling at your hearts.  

"It's okay, Jongho," you replied softly, your tone gentle and understanding. "I just wanted to see you tonight, to remind you that I'm here for you, no matter what." And before Jongho could respond, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a quick, tender kiss. Before you could pull away, Jongho's arms found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, your heart raced as you melted into Jongho's embrace, the warmth of his touch searing your skin, the taste of him intoxicating. 

"I needed that," your heart skipped a beat as Jongho whispered those words into your mouth, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in again to leave a quick peck on your lips. His eyes smiled as he pulled away, the warmth of his touch lingering on your lips like a sweet memory. ''Well since you're already here, you can stay for a while?'' A smile spread across your lips at Jongho's invitation, heart fluttering with warmth at the prospect of spending more time with him.  

"I'd love to," you replied, voice soft with affection. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you."  

"I still need to get things done, though, but you can sit back and watch, how’s that?" you only nodded, as Jongho played the music, you settled against the wall, eagerly watching him as he moved with grace and precision to the beat.  

"Let me show you our new choreography," he said, a playful grin on his lips. "I still need some time to perfect it, but your boyfriend is incredibly good, so I'm sure he'll get it before the night ends." his laughter filled the room as he effortlessly glided across the floor, lost in the rhythm. You couldn't help but admire Jongho's talent and dedication. While you could listen to him sing for hours, there was something truly captivating about watching him dance. With each move, he seemed to exude a magnetic energy, drawing you in and leaving you spellbound. It was as if he were channeling a hidden power, his passion, and artistry on full display for you to witness. As the music reached its crescendo and Jongho's movements slowed to a halt, you applauded Jongho's performance, your heart overflowing with love and admiration for the man before you. And as he flashed you a grin, his eyes sparkling with joy, you knew that no matter what you were going to stick beside him. As Jongho stopped the song from repeating, you felt a rush of anticipation flood your senses. Your heart pounded in your chest as he jogged over to you, his expression filled with happiness and excitement. When he softly grabbed your chin, his touch sending tingles down your spine, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes as they scanned your face. Your heart raced even faster as Jongho's hand found its place on your cheek, his touch gentle yet electrifying. His attractiveness was undeniable, especially in such moments when his passion for his craft shone through so brilliantly. Your body reacted instinctively to his proximity, every nerve on edge as you drank in the sight of him before you. You were on the verge of leaning in, the intensity of the moment pulling you irresistibly closer to Jongho, when suddenly he stopped you abruptly, his hand gently holding you back. Your heart skipped a beat, confusion flickering across your features as you looked up at him, searching for an explanation in his eyes. 

“Wait. Did you hear that?” Jongho's eyes darkened with worry as he listened intently. Your heart lurched in your chest at Jongho's words, a cold shiver running down your spine as his expression shifted from happiness to worry. You strained your ears, listening intently for any signs of intrusion, the once comforting silence of the dance studio now feeling oppressive and threatening. And then, faintly, you heard it—rustling followed by footsteps, a sound completely out of place. “Shit, I think somebody’s here,” Jongho whispered, his eyes wide with alarm. Panic surged through you as you realized the gravity of the situation. If you were caught together like this, the consequences could be catastrophic, not just for Jongho's career, but for both of you. With a sense of urgency, Jongho took your hand, his grip tight with determination. "We need to go," But before you could make your escape, the door creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dimly lit hallway—Hongjoong, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene before him. Panic seized you as you realized the magnitude of your mistake—the consequences of your secret being exposed, the potential fallout that could shatter Jongho's career and destroy everything he had worked so hard to build. Jongho's heart plummeted as he locked eyes with his leader, his mind racing with a thousand excuses and half-truths. "Hongjoong, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, his voice strained with desperation. But Hongjoong's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene before him.  

"Who is this, Jongho?" he asked, his voice tight with barely concealed anger. You felt a wave of panic wash over you, your throat constricting with fear as you struggled to find the words to explain.  

"I-I'm just a friend," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling with nervousness.  

"It's not like that, Hongjoong," Jongho protested, his voice tinged with desperation. But Hongjoong's gaze remained cold and unforgiving, his eyes boring into Jongho's with a fierce intensity.  

"You're risking our career by bringing over a mere friend?" said, his voice laced with disbelief. You felt your chest tighten with guilt as you watched the tension crackle between the two bandmates, the weight of their unspoken fears threatening to suffocate them all.  

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. But Jongho knew that apologies were not enough—not when your secret had been laid bare for Hongjoong to see, not when the consequences could spell the end of everything, he had worked so hard to achieve.  

"I love her, Hongjoong," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. "I can't just...I can't just walk away."  

"You can’t but you will," Jongho's heart sank as Hongjoong's words cut through the heavy silence.  

"But Hongjoong..." Jongho began, his voice faltering as he searched for the right words to defend his choices. Hongjoong held up a hand, cutting him off before he could continue.  

"Jongho, let's face the truth. We don't have time for love," he stated firmly, his expression unyielding as he met Jongho's gaze head-on. "You need to stay focused. We aren't in a space to be distracted. We need to work harder than ever for this album. It's about the future of our band." Jongho felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the weight of Hongjoong's words. The truth of your situation hit him like a ton of bricks—his love for you, no matter how deep, could not outweigh the demands of their career, the expectations placed upon them by their fans and their company. You felt your chest tighten with guilt as you watched the tension crackle between the two bandmates, the weight of their unspoken fears threatening to suffocate you all. You had never intended to come between Jongho and his dreams, but now, as you stood on the sidelines of his life, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were more of a hindrance than a help. 

Hongjoong's voice held a firmness that brooked no argument, his words cutting through the air with a finality that left Jongho reeling. "So you’re going to end this, and you're doing this tonight, understood?" Jongho felt the weight of those words settle heavily on his shoulders, the gravity of the decision ahead of him bearing down like a crushing weight. With a heavy sigh, he nodded, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he had no choice but to comply. 

"Understood," Jongho replied, his gaze falling to the floor as he struggled to contain the turmoil raging within him. In that moment, he knew that he was sacrificing not just his own happiness, but the happiness of the woman he loved—a price he was willing to pay for the sake of his dreams.   

"You're lucky it's me, not the managers." Hongjoong's words echoed in the heavy silence, their weight settling in the air like a thick fog. Jongho's heart clenched at the reminder of the precarious position you were in, the threat of discovery by their management looming over him like a dark cloud. He knew that if anyone else found out about his relationship with you, the consequences could be catastrophic—not just for him, but for the entire band. 

"Yeah," Jongho murmured, his voice heavy with resignation. "I know." He couldn't bear the thought of hurting you, of walking away from the happiness you had found together. And yet, he knew that he had no choice but to heed Hongjoong's warning—to end your relationship before it was too late, before you were torn apart by forces beyond their control. Hongjoong's gaze shifted to you, his expression firm and uncompromising.  

"And as for you, you need to leave immediately," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Your heart sank at his words, the weight of his command pressing down on you like a heavy burden. You knew that lingering any longer would only risk further complications, not just for Jongho, but for yourself as well. 

"I don't want to leave, I love him too," you interjected, your voice trembling with emotion as you pleaded your case. "We can be more careful from now on. We'll make sure no one finds out." Your heart raced as you waited for Hongjoong's response, desperation clawing at the edges of your words. You couldn't bear the thought of losing Jongho, of letting go of the love you had fought so hard to protect. And yet, you knew that convincing Hongjoong would be an uphill battle—one that you might not win. 

"I hate to break it to you, but Jongho already made up his mind," Hongjoong's words cut through the heavy silence, his tone firm and unwavering. "He's not going to risk our career over you." Jongho stood still, his expression a mixture of anguish and resolve as he listened to Hongjoong's words. Despite the pain etched on his face, there was a steely determination in his eyes—a recognition of the harsh reality of their situation. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend the finality of Jongho's decision. It felt like a dagger through your heart, the crushing weight of his choice threatening to engulf you in despair. And yet, deep down, you knew that Hongjoong was right. Jongho wouldn't jeopardize everything they had worked so hard for, not even for the love he had for you. With a heavy sigh, you nodded in resignation, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you came to terms with the inevitable. It was a painful realization, but one that you knew you had to accept. And as you turned to leave, the echoes of Hongjoong's words ringing in your ears, you couldn't help but wonder if your love for Jongho was doomed from the start.  

[oftenwantedafton]

the long way home | steve raglan x female reader

inspired by @arkarti ’s ongoing fanart series

rating | explicit

words | 4.7k

cw | sexual content

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It’s the worst sort of luck, breaking down in the middle of nowhere.

The only saving grace is that it happens in the early morning, just after sunrise. You walk that dusty interstate road for what feels like hours. You have cowboy boots on that are meant to be flashy, not really proper footwear. Your heels are killing you and the sand that decorates the barren landscape feels like it has seeped into every pore and crevice. You can taste it, feel its grit in your hair and on your skin. The sun beats down and you’re grateful that you at least have sunglasses to shield your eyes. You’ve got your hair pinned up but it doesn’t really help with the heat much. You’re drenched in sweat that makes your tshirt cling to an even wetter bra and your skirt drags against damp thighs with every step. Sheer misery and yet you plod on, because you can’t—won’t—go back where you came from. There is just the promise of something more, moving forward.

You think you hear an engine and turn your head. The road has that shimmery haze to it, making it difficult to discern if there is anything moving over that lift of pavement you’d navigated awhile back. It’s getting larger, closer, so you decide it’s not a mirage after all. The vehicle is the same color as the ground you’ve grown to detest trodding over, a bland beige shade with a slightly darker interior. You grind to a halt and the sedan slows and pulls onto the shoulder, the tires dipping off the asphalt and onto the dirt.

You’ve been taught never to pick up hitchhikers, but not what to do when faced with the prospect of being one. Your steps are cautious as you approach the parked car. You haven’t gotten a good look at the driver yet, not that that was any clear indication of their intentions. Looks could be deceiving. Anyone could be dangerous.

The man—you can see it’s a male now, behind the wheel—leans over and cranks the handle of the window around, the glass descending and disappearing from view. He’s got a long sleeve shirt on which seems a poor choice given the climate, but you can feel the cool waft of air that emanates from within. The car has air conditioning. You find yourself taking an involuntary step closer towards that promised land. To be away from the sun. To feel a cool breeze. You’re not sure you can resist that kind of temptation.

“Need a ride?” It seems a foolish question. Of course you did. You’re hardly out for a leisurely stroll. “That was your car back there, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, she quit on me.”

“That’s a shame.”

The man’s voice is pleasant. You like the sound of it. There’s a rasp to it, combined with something else that’s difficult to describe. You notice he’s wearing a tie to go with the shirt. A traveling salesman, maybe? He’s got that demeanor. Smooth talker. Neatly trimmed facial hair, the same blend of salt and pepper as the rest. Glasses. Friendly smile that makes the lines around his eyes crinkle, becoming more pronounced. Dimples, too. You know you’re staring and you know it’s rude. You shuffle your feet, kicking up a little cloud of dust.

“I’m happy to give you a lift somewhere. I promise I’m not a serial killer.” He chuckles softly and you join him, relaxing slightly. The driver seems innocent enough. Maybe you’re just being paranoid.

Still you hesitate. You glance back the way you came. You look ahead. It all looks the same. So far to travel on foot. It was almost midday. The temperature was rising. It isn’t just about discomfort; it’s dangerous to your health, being out here like this.

“I’ve got water. Ice has melted by now, but…”

It’s the final shove you need. You lift the chrome handle and settle inside, cranking the window back up. The shift in the temperature is incredible. The shade. You murmur your gratitude. A thermos is pressed into your hands.

“Make sure you put your seatbelt on. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” You finish gulping down the drink he’s gifted to you. Best damn thing you’ve ever tasted. You hastily jerk on the nylon strap, securing it over your shoulder and across your waist, the buckle settling into place with a satisfying click. You offer to return the drink, secretly glad when he insists you finish it.

You drain that container so fast your stomach aches. The ice hadn’t melted that much, actually. You keep the leftovers in your mouth, allowing them to dissolve. You squirm a bit, your feet still uncomfortable.

“Take those off, if you want.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry if my feet stink. I wasn’t planning on walking so much in them.” You bend and tug each one off, sighing in relief. Your bare feet curl against the shallowly carpeted floor mat. Sheer bliss, except those tender spots you’re pretty sure might be forming blisters. You’re not going to prod them just yet to verify.

“Thanks again for giving me a lift.” You introduce yourself.

“No problem. I was heading in this direction anyway. No reason not to. Put the radio on if you want. Or take a nap.”

You’re not sure sleeping is the best idea right now, as weary as you are. The man is still a stranger. So you opt for the first choice, fiddling with the dials until you find a station with a decent signal. Not really your type of music, but at least it’s background noise. You let your head tip back into the cradle of the head rest. Your eyes shut. You’re only going to rest them for a moment.

You fall asleep.

***

You jerk awake, suddenly aware the vehicle has stopped.

There’s a definite trail of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. You swipe at it hastily, straightening in your seat, your eyes darting around frantically. You’re suddenly thinking of the drink you’d been offered. Drugged? How stupid and careless can you be?

No. You’re mistaken, surely. Just tired. You can see you’re at a gas station. He’d stopped at a gas station. Nothing wrong with that.

You struggle to shove your feet—yes, those are blisters, a matching set for each foot—back into your boots, depressing the button to release the seat belt’s buckle, the restraint making a little whining sound as it retracts back into its plastic casing mounted on the side of the car. You push the passenger door open and it creaks in protest. You’re not about to pass up a chance to use the restroom, as vile as it probably is, and grab yourself a drink and a snack.

The man giving you a lift emerges from the store, and you realize then just how tall he is, mostly legs that go on forever. He’s got a rolling sort of walk that draws your attention to his hips. Your cheeks flush and you force yourself to look at somewhere safer, fixing back on his face. There’s a piece of cherry licorice between his teeth, shiny red twined ropes tucked through a barrier of even white, the pocket of his shirt bulging with what looks like a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of soda in hand. “Hey. I was going to wake you, just wanted to give you a chance to rest a bit more. You were really worn out.”

“Yeah, I guess I was.”

“Want something from inside? My treat.”

“No, I…I got it. You don’t mind waiting?”

“Not at all.”

“Th…thanks. I won’t be long.” You duck inside the shop to get a key for the restroom. It’s attached to a comically large piece of scrap wood. You unlock the restroom door and push it open with trepidation. Okay, not terrible. Seems relatively clean. Certainly not the grossest you’ve seen. No paper towels in the dispenser, but at least there was toilet paper. Even soap in the pump on the wall. Definitely could have been worse.

You return the key and peruse the aisles quickly, aware the man is still waiting for you. You decide water is still the best for hydration, opting for a package of mini powdered donuts for a snack. Not the healthiest option, but hey, you think you’ve earned it considering the day you’ve had.

Back inside the sedan, you slide the seatbelt back into place. You shove your feet free of the boots again and crack the plastic wrapper off the water bottle. It’s one of those ones with the nozzles you pull up and down to open and close it. You take a long pull and get started on the donuts. Your companion has made short work of the candy, chewing and staring at nothing in particular. He reaches for the pack—cigarettes, just as you’d suspected—in his shirt pocket and pulls the bit of red plastic tab that marks where to unravel the wrapper. He glances over at you as if to ask if you mind and you shrug. It’s not really your place to tell the owner of the vehicle you’re in if he can or can’t indulge.

He leans and pushes in the cigarette lighter on the dashboard, slotting one of the paper rolls between his lips while he’s waiting. For a time you sit in companionable silence, you nibbling on your donuts, your fingers and lips already dusted in powdered sugar, while the older man lights the end of his cigarette and takes a deep inhale, sighing the smoke out of the open window. You’re surprised he’s a smoker, honestly; his teeth look too pearly white for that. Maybe it was something he only did rarely, when the mood struck him. Traveling with a young female hitchhiker, perhaps.

You demolish the contents of the package in your lap embarrassingly quickly. You’d been starving. You lick the white coating off your fingers and lips and feel the man’s eyes on you as you crumple the plastic packaging in a tight ball. He points to the center console, where the lone vacant cup holder holds spare change and a faded looking receipt, the other occupied by his soda. You deposit your trash there and take another sip from your bottle, staring out the window. The engine rumbles to life. You hear the window crank being rotated and you copy the man, closing your own. The cool air soon returns, drafting welcomingly over your skin. The car is moving again. You’re on your way once more.

***

When the sun starts to go down, things feel different.

Maybe it’s because the radio signal has finally gone out of range. You tire of working your way through bursts of static and finally shut it off.

You wonder if the driver is getting tired at all.

He doesn’t seem it, his eyes focused on the road his headlights reveal, his posture still straight and upright. You don’t know how he maintains it. You can’t stop squirming, trying to get comfortable. Your ass hurts and your legs are cramped and you just want a shower and any even remotely flat surface that can serve as a bed.

“You never mentioned where you wanted to go.”

His voice startles you. It’s been so long since either of you has spoken. You’d forgotten how his sounded. That pleasant gravel drag.

“Hurricane. But I know that’s still a ways ahead. I don’t expect you to take me all the way there.”

“What’s in Hurricane?”

“Not what. Who. My sister.”

He grunts. “I’m going to Hurricane as well.”

“Really? Why?”

“That’s where I live. Where my business is.”

“What business is that?”

“Restaurant.”

“Really? Which one?”

“What do you think about stopping here for the night?” He gestures and you look through the windshield, seeing the lights of a motel glowing like a beacon against the growing darkness.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

The turn signal taps in a rhythm that sounds a little too rapid, matching your elevated heart rate. You’re feeling nervous again. Mistrustful, although if the man had wanted to take advantage of you, he certainly could have done so before now.

He pulls into one of the empty spots in front of the office that shares a similar bit of crimson neon to match the motel’s vacancy sign. You speak before he exits the car, feeling pressured to say something before this continues any further.

“I’m grateful for the ride, and I know you’ve been nothing but kind this far, and I appreciate it. I might…I might just see if my sister can come pick me up tomorrow. I hope you’re not offended.”

He pauses, his fingers still curled around the door handle. “If that’s what you want.” You nod. “Alright, then. I guess this is where we part ways. Good luck to you, miss.”

“Thanks. You, too.” You’re suddenly feeling guilty. He really was just a nice guy trying to help a stranded woman out. He didn’t deserve this kind of treatment. “Maybe I’ll visit your restaurant, leave a generous tip for—” The door shuts and you cease talking. Well. That was one way to end a conversation.

You pull the boots back on and exit the car for what you think will be the final time. Your traveling companion is already inside, speaking to the man behind the counter. You can see the rows of keys with red tags hooked on the wall behind him. The man turns and pulls two down while the driver scribbles into a book on the counter. There’s a faint jingling of bells to announce your arrival, and the man passes you without a word.

“I need a room please. Single.” Your eyes glance down at the log book. You can’t read the signature of your benefactor. He still hasn’t told you his name.

“You’re all set, miss. Paid up by your friend there.” He waggles his eyebrows and nods towards the door.

“Oh, he’s not…”

“No?” The smile on the man’s features is far too suggestive. You grab the key off the counter, turning to leave.

“Sign the book, please. Then you can go to your room. Or your friend’s. Both paid for, so it’s all the same to me.” Another smug smile. You hurriedly scrawl your signature and exit the office, feeling your cheeks burn.

Your heels are loud on the decking that lines the front of the motel rooms. You glance down at the number printed on the tag, a chipped white six greeting your vision.

Your steps slow when you reach the correct door. The sedan is parked in front of the door beside yours. Of course the motel manager has given you rooms next to each other. Of course he has.

The man is apparently already inside the room, the car empty. You insert the key in the lock and shut the door, sliding the chain across. You close the blinds and turn to survey your surroundings. About what you’d expected. Dated furniture that felt straight out of the seventies. A carpet that badly needed to be replaced. You hoped there weren’t bed bugs. Gross.

You stride over to the bathroom. Chipped sink. Chipped toilet. Chipped tub too, but you don’t really care. You crank the faucet and let the water pour out, hastily reaching to plug the drain. You’re finally back out of that accursed footwear. Your clothes pile on the floor. Maybe not the best idea, but you’re too desperate to get into the tub just then.

It’s heaven. Sheer bliss, submerging yourself in that basin. You spend a long time soaking, letting your body temperature decrease. Scrubbing away the dirt that has clung so stubbornly to your skin. Rinsing your hair twice. You linger until your fingers prune and then you unplug the drain and turn on the shower, rinsing off a final time. You don’t have anything clean to sleep in, but you’ll survive. You’d wash your clothes in the sink, but it will take time to dry them. So back on the shirt and panties go. You leave your bra and skirt draped over the shower curtain rod. Fuck those boots.

You put the television on low volume and flip back the flower patterned coverlet. Well, it seemed insect free, anyway. You sink onto the mattress and pile the pillows together behind your head. You don’t hear any noise from next door. The room on the other side looked unoccupied, and the driver’s…well, maybe he’d just gone to bed.

He’d paid for your room. You had to thank him, at least. Damn it.

You slide back out of bed, returning to the bathroom to slip on your bra and skirt, cringing when you view those hated boots again. Fuck it. You’ll risk going barefoot. Knowing your luck you’ll step on a rusty nail and get tentanus, but fuck it.

You open your door, startled when you see the man standing outside. He’s leaning against one of the deck posts, smoking again. The end of the cigarette glows in the darkness.

“Thank you for paying for my room. You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He barely spares you a glance, blowing a stream of smoke and flicking the ashes from the end of the cylinder pinched between his fingers.

“You should let me pay you back. There’s a liquor store just down the road.”

“I noticed that.”

“I’ll treat you. Pick your poison.”

His eyes focus on you again, his gaze lingering on your bare feet. “I don’t think they’ll let you inside like that.”

“I’ll put the boots back on,” you grumble.

The man hums thoughtfully. “Tell you what. I’ll go get something and bring it back here to share.”

“But then that’s you doing me a favor again.”

“Yes.”

“So then I’ll owe you even more.”

“I’m not keeping track. That’s you doing that.”

You chew your bottom lip. “Why did you pay for my room?”

He shrugs, taking another drag. “Seemed like the right thing to do.”

You don’t have a response for that. Everything the man did just made you feel more and more ashamed for doubting his intentions.

“What do you want to drink?”

“I…beer is fine.”

“Then beer it is.” The remains of the cigarette land on the pavement and the man steps off the deck, grinding it beneath his heel. “I’ll be right back.”

You nod, settling into the one of the cheap plastic chairs beside a small circular table that served as a patio set. You can hear the faint hum of insects, or maybe it’s the neon signs. It’s still hot. The pleasant effects of your bath are already fading.

True to his word, the man returns with a case, setting it on the table and sitting across from you. He’s loosened his tie so that it drapes in a lazy knot around his neck. It doesn’t look like he’s sampled the motel’s plumbing just yet. He rips a hole through the carboard box and hands you one of the bottles before taking his own. Chilled, and already sweating. You wrap the hem of your shirt over the cap and twist it off. You take a sip and hear the satisfied sigh of your companion as he does the same.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” you say, fiddling with the metal cap with the crimped edges, spinning it on the table’s surface. There isn’t much room with the beer case there.

“It’s Steve.”

“Steve,” you repeat. “Steve what?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“In case I decide to look you up. You know, to pay you back.”

He waves a hand in the air dismissively. “You didn’t see what I wrote in the logbook?”

“Your handwriting is atrocious.”

Steve clutches his chest, sucking in his breath dramatically. “I’m deeply offended.”

“You’re not. Why won’t you tell me? Is it a big secret?”

“Maybe. Maybe I’m a celebrity, just trying to live like the common folk.” He takes a pull from the bottle.

“Yeah, sure. Just like the rest of us losers.” You pause. “You’re handsome enough to be an actor. Got the voice for it. I can kind of see it, actually.” The compliment slips from your lips before you can think better of it.

“Flattery, now? I don’t think my heart can take this much stress.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Probably.” He finishes the bottle and reaches for another.

“So out with it, Mister Movie Star. What is it?”

“Raglan.”

“See? Was that so difficult? Nice to meet you, Steven Raglan.”

“Not Steven. Just Steve.”

“Okay. Just Steve.” You finish your bottle and colllect another. “How come you’re so chatty all of a sudden? You didn’t say five words to me all day. Are you that much of a lightweight?” You gesture with the beer bottle.

“Hardly. I was concentrating on the road.”

“You could’ve talked more.”

“I apologize for not making your ride more entertaining.” He stands, resuming his position leaning against the post again. You rise as well, noting you are the actual lightweight, already feeling a bit lightheaded. Blame the empty stomach. You pad over to stand beside him. “I thought you wanted privacy. It’s not my place to ask for details about your life.”

You consider that. “You think I’m being nosy.”

“No. Not really.” He swallows another mouthful of beer. “You don’t trust me.”

“I…I’m being cautious. A woman stranded in the middle of nowhere should be, don’t you agree?”

“Of course.”

“If it was your wife, or daughter…”

He smirks. “Clever way to source the information you want. I’m no longer married. Children are grown. It’s just me. The handsome movie star, all alone.”

“Okay, okay.” You nudge his arm playfully.

“What about you?”

“Single as a Pringle,” you quip.

“That’s a new development, isn’t it? What you’re leaving behind.”

“Am I that transparent?”

“I’m good at reading people.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

You pull the now empty bottle from his hands and place it along with yours down on the table, selecting two more. You hand one to him and take a long sip from yours. They’re going down so smooth. You don’t even really like beer all that much. It’s making you feel warm and you hate that, but you like the buzz and you like the company, too.

“Okay, since you’re so insightful, tell me what I’m thinking right now?” You fold your arms across your chest, smirking after issuing the challenge. You’d meant it to be playful, but the look he gives you as he turns to face you holds no humor. Those blue eyes capture yours and trap them.

“You’re hoping your sister is more welcoming than you remember, because when you left, you weren’t on the best of terms. You’re hoping you can find a job soon and get back on your own two feet again. Relying on your ex so much was a mistake. You hate asking for help, even if you need it desperately. You—”

“—Stop.” You cut him off. “Don’t…don’t say that. You don’t know that. You don’t know me.”

“Alright.” Another shrug. He swallows more beer.

“How do you know so much?” Your voice is soft.

“I told you. I have a way with people.”

“You should be a fortune teller. Or one of those televangelists. Spouting prophecies that are actually real.”

“I despise religion. And I don’t predict the future. I just…understand people. Their motives. Even the ones they’re too ashamed to admit to.”

You’re not sure how to respond. The conversation is shifting, no longer light and comfortable and teasing.

“That’s why I don’t talk much. People don’t like hearing the truth,” he concludes, polishing off the rest of the alcoholic beverage he’s clutching. “I’m going to say goodnight now. It’s been a long day. Again, good luck.”

“Wait.” Your hand clutches his sleeve. “Let me…let me try it. What you just did.”

“You think you know all my secrets? Okay, I’ll indulge you. Go ahead.”

You lick your lips. “You’re coming back from somewhere you didn’t want to go, but you’re not exactly eager to get home, either. You’re tired of your business. You’re probably good at it, but it’s boring. Monotonous. You’ve always played by the rules. You long to break them, just once. See how the other half lives.”

His mouth curves slightly. “A nice attempt. But way off. Goodnight.”

He’s back at his door, hand reaching for the brass knob.

“You’re name isn’t really Steve Raglan.”

His fingers freeze. You see his shoulder blades stiffen beneath the dress shirt. He turns back to face you. Smiling again, but this one is darker, less friendly. “Good. That’s good. Clever girl.”

“What else have you lied about?”

“You’ll figure it out.”

You take a step closer to him. “Tell me now.”

“Why don’t you just ask for what you really want instead of playing this tedious game?”

Your mouth gapes, then snaps shut. “I don’t know what you’re…”

“This,” he breathes, dragging you to him, his lips touching yours.

Any protest you might have murmured dies. You melt against him, sink hands into hair that feels as dusty as yours had earlier, clutch handfuls of the rumpled fabric of his shirt that had undoubtedly started out the day crisply pressed and neatly tucked. He tastes like the beer he’s just consumed and the cigarette from earlier and you savor it all, letting him lick your mouth open for discovery. You’re shoved against the door and it strikes you again how tall he is, how much he towers over you. Those large hands already display more finesse than anything you’ve previously known, stroking over every curve, mapping each sensation. You hear the doorknob rattle as he fumbles it open, keeping you secured, not letting you tumble back into the sudden void at your back. His room is dark and he shoves you down onto the bed that’s still made. You wonder what he’d done while you’d been lingering in your own bathtub for all that time.

He’s at your neck and you’re at his pants and somehow you manage the belt and the fly while your skirt is lifted, panties tugged down. You’re not thinking about anything other than the need screaming between your legs, hot and damp and urgent, whimpering when you feel his cock pressing against your entrance. You’re not even sure if he’s shut the motel door in his haste to be at you.

He slides out of you almost as soon as he’s begun—you’re so wet and slippery—and he grabs your hips and shoves you back, leaning his body weight against you, and this time he fills you to the hilt. You wrap your legs around him and roll your hips to match his momentum, your mouth brushing facial hair before reconnecting with his lips. You’re fucking a stranger that lied about his name and you don’t care; it makes it better somehow, not really knowing. You don’t want to get caught up in details, in feelings again this soon. This man can be anything and everything and if it only lasts for tonight that’s fine, too.

His mouth tucks beside your ear and he whispers to you in that wonderful rusted voice of his, the hand slithering between your bodies stroking you just right, lighting those nerves up. He’s urging you to let go and you do, your body taut and then ragdoll limp as he pumps you full of his own release. You’re sticky, sweaty, pressed against him but you remain there, tucked now beside him, panting and spent and feeling better than you have in a long time.

You’ve nearly drifted off to sleep when you hear his voice again, or perhaps this is merely a dream, asking if you need a ride for the remainder of your journey.

You offer an affirmative answer, then inquire the last of your drowsy thoughts, asking if he might take the long way home.

You don’t hear an answer, already asleep. But that’s alright.

You can ask again in the morning.

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i just need more vamp! reader x ethan morgan /preferably hc's (you choose the plot)

Ethan Morgan With a Vampire S/O Headcanons

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I’ve said this before, but he’s cautious about your teeth being near him

Specifically, your fangs near a bloodstream

He’s scared you’ll either drink him dry or turn him

Usually, you’re good about keeping them in around him, but sometimes, they just come out

Especially since, canonically, Ethan has really good blood

You and Ethan had been studying in his room for a few hours. Well, he was studying. You decided to just sit on his lap and accompany him, okay with risking that you’d probably be doing a frantic study session the night before a test. Ethan had stopped trying to get you to study with him, learning to just be content with the fact that you were spending time with him.

One hand was planted on your hip, keeping you steady in your place, while the other turned the pages in his textbook. Every time he reached to turn a page, he’d kiss your cheek or forehead.

Somehow, Ethan cut his finger while lifting the page he was on, and you stiffened. 

Ethan looked at you, soon becoming scared at the sight of your fangs and yellow eyes. Usually, he thought you looked cool. But then again, your fangs usually showed when you were fighting a bad guy of the week, not when you were staring at your boyfriend.

“Uhhh, Y/n?” His voice shook you out of your bloodlusting trance, and you slapped a hand over your nose and mouth, scrambling off of his lap.

“Oh my gosh, Ethan, I’m so sorry.” You both seemed shaken up at this moment. You were genuinely thinking about taking some of Ethan’s blood as soon as the delicious scent hit your nostrils. 

And by the look on Ethan’s face, it seemed like he knew it.

“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly, but he still stood up and moved out of the room cautiously. “You stay here; I’ll go clean this up.” 

Yeah, sometimes things get a lil rough

But usually, you and Ethan have a great time together

If you have to hunt at night, he likes to go with you

He won’t look because he’d probably throw up or something

But he likes spending time with you and doesn’t want you getting hurt or anything

Even though he knows you can take care of yourself

“Okay, I’m gonna grab a bite to eat.” You stood from the park bench you and Ethan were sitting on. It was about eleven at night, so the place was empty except for you two and wildlife. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here.” Ethan smiled up at you. You kissed him briefly before speeding off, hoping to find something filling.

Although he never accompanied you during the main part of your excursions, Ethan liked to come with you when you had to hunt at night. It was nice to spend some time together away from everyone else.

Ethan only had to wait a few minutes before you returned. You sat down next to him, sighing in satisfaction.

“That was fast,” Ethan commented. 

“Yeah, I found a pack of squirrels.” Despite the situation, Ethan laughed. He threw his arm over your shoulders and looked down at you.

“Oh!” He moved his head back a bit in surprise, looking at your mouth. “You got a lil something there.” He pointed to the corner of his mouth, mirroring the spot where you had a smudge of blood. You wiped at your mouth and, after seeing the red, licked it off your finger. Ethan shuddered but still held you close. “Okay, then.”

I feel like Ethan would eventually want to be turned

Kinda think that death and dying scare him a bit

Plus, he hates the thought of you outliving him since you’ll live forever

It takes a bunch of convincing on both sides before you actually do it tho

“Ethan, are you sure you’ve really thought about this?” You asked, staring up at his ceiling as the two of you lay on his bed. “I mean, once I do it, there’s no going back. The chances of there being a cure are slim to none.”

“I know.” He sighed. “But I’m sure.”

“A hundred percent sure?”

“Yeah.” Ethan turned his head to look at you, just to see that you were already looking at him. “And besides, we agreed to do it after graduation. So if I’m suddenly not completely sure, I have a few months to say so.” He reached down to grab your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m not gonna change my mind, though. I don’t wanna lose you.”

“I don’t wanna lose you either.” You said softly.

You turned onto your side, shifting so you were pressed into Ethan’s side. He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your body, keeping you close.

“Just a few more months.” He said before kissing you.

“And then forever.” You replied once you broke apart.

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Let's have a good day!

Q. Oh my god it was Ryan's idea! They're liking edits (which Tim has now also mentioned!) They're letting Ryan admit he's behind the mustache. The "insiders" real identity was discovered, as if we didn't all know. This is a good day so far. Thank god because it's way too quiet for a show that premieres in 3 weeks 😳

A. I love that it was Ryan's idea. I love it. He just walked in with it and shot his shot and they told him he could keep it. That's baller. I read that someone guessed that he probably did it to mess with Oliver, if Buddie is in fact a go, because Oliver said last season that when you close your eyes lips are lips. Given the nature of their relationship that's not that hard to believe, and it would be hilarious if that's why he did it. I know Ryan said he was looking like a true firefighter but it looks really gay. He pulls it off incredibly well but I don't think anyone's first thought when they saw it was 'oh my god he looks like such a manly firefighter'. I say that as a fan of the stache, lol. As far as the edits go Oliver and Ryan already admitted that they send things to one another so the both of them being demons is not a surprise. Jennifer reposting it at almost the same time however was a surprise, so I wonder if they were filming together last night or if Oliver or Ryan just sent it in the group chat and they all decided to post it together. Either way it was a nice little surprise. Tim telling people that the 3 of them sent it to him as well was hilarious.

The promo thing is now officially odd. The fact that we don't even have a trailer yet is bizarre. I was talking with a colleague this morning who is also a fan of the show, and we both kind of think something fairly significant must happen in the first 3 episodes and they're just being overly cautious about accidental spoilers. So even if we do get a trailer I wouldn't expect much actual content. They are keeping their cards very close right now. I also don't think the Family Feud episode is going to spoil anything. Although I am still curious to see what charity they're playing for because that could still be interesting. Whatever the reason for the secrecy though they don't seem to be worried about any lack of promos. So they must feel pretty confident that whatever they're hiding won't need a ton of promotion to gain traction. There are very few things I can think of that they wouldn't need to help promote, lol. I guess we shall see.

Lastly absolutely no one should be surprised to find out who their 'insider' really was. We all knew it was nonsense. Tired, boring, completely predictable, and easily disproven nonsense. *Sigh*

Thank you Nonny! Much appreciated.

I agree with this. Ali and I talked a little about this topic earlier and yeah, they are keeping such a close lid on everything that they have to be sitting on something major. And that something major doesn't need any extra promotion, like Ali said.

I'm so curious what they have in store for us. I expect a trailer that will tell us exactly nothing. 😂

As for the moustache? Not going to lie. I hope he keeps it for the entire season. The man looks so good with it.🥸

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⌘ — pairing: armin x reader

⌘ — tags/warnings:+18, HEAVY SACRILEGIOUS CONTENT (mainly catholic), oral sex (m to f), a bit of roughness and manhandling from reader, religious imagery

⌘ — a/n: thank you to the anon that helped me get back no track and finish this chapter <3 this was supposed to be part 5, but it got too long so i decided to divide it in two. lots of serious things were discussed in part 5, and in this one they both get to relax a little. in their own way ofc heh

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PART 6

For someone that was not used to questioning things, Armin was finding it difficult to repress his feelings. He was well aware he had close to no experience regarding romance and dating and yet, there wasn’t a part of him that didn’t resonate with the love he had for you. This was more than finding you pretty, more than the excitement that came with surrendering to you— he couldn’t even understand how he managed to breathe before you entered into his life. 

You had gotten into his bloodstream. As your hands roamed around his body, he felt himself melting in your touch, both overwhelmed and craving for more in the same breath. Your leg was resting between his, his crotch grazing your thigh and he wondered if you noticed how hard he was after just kissing. Would you think it’s too much? Were you holding back a chuckle at the effect you had on him?

For a second, he didn’t care. Pleasure swarmed his body in ways he had never experienced before, and all he wanted was to keep the feeling― and if he could, share it with you.

“I want to make you feel good,” he muttered against your lips.

Your smile sent shivers across his spine and another pleasurable sting between his legs.

“Yeah?” you hummed. You let your fingers run across his scalp, relishing in the shudder that he released. “How do you wanna do that?”

Armin’s fists closed around your blouse, his kisses never stopping as he tried to come up with the right words. His lips left yours as he made his way down your neck, kissing every part of your exposed skin in reverence. He stopped at the base of your throat and wavered for a second. Pressing his eyelids together,  he pressed his palm on the small of your back to stabilize himself.

“With… with my mouth,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. You felt your mouth salivating.

“Do it, then.”

“I don’t know how,” he confessed.

Even with his cheeks burning, he let you manhandle him until he faced you again. Your eyes studied his for a moment while you pushed back some stray hair out of his face. His eyes had darkened from moments ago, innocence and determination both equally as strong as he looked at you. You cradled his face with your right hand and softly stroked his bottom lip with your thumb.

“No one knows at first,” you explained in a soft voice. “You just kind of… try it out. I’ll tell you what feels good.”

Armin nodded before lightly kissing your thumb.  An amused smirk spread on your face before you bit your bottom lip playfully. 

“C’mon, get on the floor. On your knees.”

Even with its novelty, the view felt familiar, you thought. As you sat up, you watched in silence Armin scramble off the bed and then obediently kneel next to it, sitting on his heels. You positioned yourself in front of him, taking a moment to relish in the image of his adoration and submission― for you. Just for you.

“Take my panties off.”

Armin’s cautious hands sneaked under your uniform skirt, softly grazing your thighs as he searched for the hem of your panties. He found them and, after hooking his fingers, he slowly trailed them down your legs. He didn’t miss the glint of your arousal on them as  he slid them off your ankles and felt himself absurdly twitching inside his pants. How could you still have this effect on him? After everything― hadn’t he grown accustomed to your ways?

His big, blue eyes looked up at you, awaiting further instructions.

“Now it’s all you,” you explained, parting your thighs enough to make Armin’s gaze flicker down and then look back at you with rosy cheeks. He gulped and carefully hiked up your skirt, exposing the thighs that had welcomed him to his bedroom earlier and that could easily now become his new doom. He noticed you spreading your legs even further the closer he got, so much that once he let your skirt rest on the top of your thighs, he was almost face-to-face with your core.

For someone that was always so keen on learning, for once Armin didn’t focus on the curves of your folds, but rather on the slick that was covering them, almost making them shine. Holding on to your hips, he breathed against your core, inhaling your scent and letting it dance around his mind. The memories of your chest pressed against his face as your hips rutted on top of him swarmed back, as he could vividly remember a very similar smell filling his room for a good hour after you grabbed your things and left. He would never admit, not even to himself, that he touched himself for the first time that night, right before the warmth of your skin against had left him for good.

“Armin,” your voice took him out of his trance. As he looked up at you once more, his nose grazed your clit, making you shiver. “Taste me.”

A demand or a request, the true intention of your words got lost as soon as they left your lips. Watching you from below, he realized your dishevelled hair, untucked blouse and parted lips were a vision he had only read about before. Even if Armin knew the glow around your body was only a fabrication of his mind, he decided to remember you that way― higher up, open wide, ready to taste.

The first time his tongue touched your folds, you unconsciously buckled against him. Your reaction only enticed him further, giving your core an open-mouthed kiss. He took his time alternating between his tongue and his lips, his curious eyes flickering up at you to monitor your reactions, trying his best to learn the way of your body and align his moves to your pleasure. More than anything, he wanted you to enter, even if only for a few moments, the ethereal haze you always left him in with your touch.

“A little higher, just a― yes, just there,” you sighed, letting your head fall back.

Your hands sank into the mattress as your fingers closed against the sheets. Pleasure was building slowly but surely, and Armin didn’t seem close to stopping or even asking for a break, instead diving in until his nose and chin were covered in your slick too. The hands that had been resting on your hips slid upwards, setting on your waist. His hold was both strong yet not constricting, both keeping you in place but also letting you rut against him if you wanted― and that was exactly what you did. Armin focused right where you had directed him, his lips closed around your clit as the tip of his tongue flickered over it.

“― little softer,” you whispered. “Faster, faster. God― fuck, yes, like that,” you whined, just as Armin finally got the hang of the pressure and speed that made you roll your eyes. One of your hands moved to his head, and it was his turn to moan when you grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Shh,” you softly chastised him a weak laugh escaping your lips as you did. You loosened the grip a little and he let out an apologetic hum and soon he was back at it again.

Throughout his life, Armin had been on his knees more times than he could count, yet he couldn’t recall a single time where he had felt both as lost and as complete as he was between your legs. Pressing his thumbs against your stomach, he continued to delve into you, trying to emulate the exact movements he did to cause you to curse so nicely before. An emotion aligned with pride was starting to bloom in his chest, and he would be damned if he never made you sound like that again.

As his lips stayed around your clit, he alternated from gently sucking to flicking his tongue up and down. He felt your thighs starting to close around his head, and he looked up at you again, just at the right time to watch your eyelashes flutter as your eyes rolled. The tightness of his pants was starting to hurt, but there wasn’t anything on Earth that could make him stop from making you fall apart and visit the place Armin always thought Heaven was supposed to be like.

Your hold on his hair tightened but this time, he did his best to control himself, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. His tongue moved side to side and then went back to his up-and-down motion― a cross, if you may. Once he realized this, he got himself even more lost in the pleasure, his whole body burning down on the floor of his bedroom. Another curse fell from your lips and Armin felt your legs starting to uncontrollably shake. He quickened the pace of his tongue and soon enough, your hips started to desperately buck against his face as your hand kept him in place.

Watching you lose control of your always carefully collected expression felt like finding the main exhibition space at a museum, a core memory forming in his hazy mind as he took in every detail of you as you came on his mouth. The strand of hair pasted to your forehead, your flexed fingers around your cheeks, your ragged breathing, your perfume mixed with your release that impregnated his room as you took reign of his body and soul. You were never as beautiful as you were in the moment, he thought. Always composed and taking the reigns on the situation, he could only marvel at watching you unable to do anything but lose yourself in the pleasure he gave you.

Armin could only hope this wouldn’t be the last time.

It only took him softly pulling away after your trembling had ceased for you to push him against your core again. “Don’t stop, don't stop,” you whimpered with no time to curse at yourself for how needy you sounded. “Just― open your mouth, stay there.”

You rocked your hips with a tired and hectic rhythm against his languid tongue, taking your time as you rode out your orgasm. There were still specks of white on your vision and you couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten you so sensitive and weak in the knees for you to react like this. Had it truly been that long since someone had eaten you out? Whatever attempt to recall a past lover turned into nothing but a static sound inside your head as your hips came to a halt and you gently pushed Armin away, who went back to sitting on his heels.

“Fuck,” you sighed, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the heel of your palm. “Shit. Not bad for a first, huh,” you offered, with a small grin. Armin didn’t answer, clearly still in a daze, so you took the opportunity to shuffle on the bed, fix your skirt and sit on the edge a bit more comfortably. The new angle let you notice a small, dark patch on Armin’s grey pants. You raised an eyebrow. “Wait, did you…?”

Armin blinked a few times to collect himself, so the time he took to check his pants was enough for you to realize that yes, he had come in his pants, completely untouched― just by eating you out. Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, just as the boy on his knees came to the realisation and met your gaze like a deer in headlights.

“I’m so sorry, I―”

“No, no,” you interrupted him, grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt, forcing him to rest his weight on his knees as you brought him closer to your face. “That’s kinda hot,” you grinned. “I like that.”

Your lips met him halfway. The moment Armin’s tongue grazed yours, you taste yourself in him and hum at the feeling. His hands came to hold your face both dearly and as a lifeline, as he moved his lips against yours with every ounce of passion he felt at the moment. You kiss him back, as the remains of your orgasm still run across your entire body, leaving tingles and a pleasant warmth you hadn’t felt in a while.

“I have to say this. I have to,” he sighed, as soon as the kiss ended. You raised your eyebrows in playful curiosity, both at the seriousness in his eyes and the way his thumbs on your cheeks felt awfully comforting. Were you maybe starting to drift off? It had been a nice orgasm after all. “I want to be with you― I want to be yours. And I want you to be my girlfriend. I―”

You chuckled, raising one of your hands to his face. You let your thumb stroke the space between his bottom lip and his chin, which still had remnants of your slick. His lips were swollen and had such a nice shade of pink you wished you could take a photo of them. “You are so cute.”

At this, Armin furrowed his eyebrows. “I mean it. I want you to be with me, I want to be your―”

“Baby. Armin,” you interrupted him. His blue eyes looked into yours intently and you couldn’t help but smile at how dilated his pupils still were. “You’re so sweet, you are. But you’re just pussy drunk.”

“What?” he asked, taken aback. “No, I’m not―”

“C’mon,” you said with a mischievous grin, letting your hand trail down his chest and settle on his belt. Armin visibly gulped. “My turn to make you feel good.”

[diino8081]

frozen liberation au

THE BEGINNING

chapter 8

(chapter list)

content warnings for threats, blood mentioned and in the art, a little swearing

the snow rumbles in the wind as the group make it outside. zane stands by the door, looking out at the frosty expanse.

"took you guys long enough. it's freezing out here!"

kai raises an eyebrow. "you're a nindroid? the cold doesn't affect you?"

"that's the point." he grins. he's still pretty mad at kai after what he did to boreal. "where's our exit by the way? i hope we don't have to walk too far."

a few of the group members groan. cole walks up beside him. "zane, you're kind of a dick, you know that?"

zane smiles smugly. "courtesy of the ice emperor."

"sure buddy." cole continues past him and ahead of the group. "come on, we took the land bounty. it should be over here somewhere."

did cole just- ugh that's no fun.

he follows along, feet crunching under the snow with each step. his interface tells him that his internal temperature is lowering. it's odd but shouldn't be a problem.

"it's over there!" jay calls, pointing at somewhere to their left. he turns to find it parked off in the distance just barely hidden in the forest.

oh wow. it's so... small. and old. small and old. first master, did they really use that thing to get around? he sighs, trudging towards it.

zane notices behind him that every time he steps he leaves red in the snow. that's fun.

if he had the staff then he could probably use it as a pen. he'd need more blood though.

come to think of it, where is the staff? he looks around the group. ah, nya has it. it doesn't seem to be powered though.

he can see the two formlings as well. of course they're coming along. he wishes they would just- no! snap out of it. they're good. (apparently).

he approaches the vehicle, entering to the main cabin. but the minute he does, something locks around his wrists. he looks down to see them cuffed. "really?"

lloyd smiles. "just being cautious."

he sighs, moving to take a seat by the window. man, he can't wait til they get to ninjago. he wonders what they'll do with him. prison? back to the same old ninja work? maybe even expelled from the monastery to live a normal life.

wouldn't that be nice. he absentmindedly looks outside, seeing an army of trees staring back. the engine revs and they begin to reverse into the snow covered plains.

zane watches the palace grow smaller and smaller until it's just a speck in the horizon. guess that's his life of luxury over, he sighs.

he watches for a few more minutes but eventually decides to close his eyes.

when he opens them again he sees that they're just outside a village. he might've attacked this village before actually. heck, he definitely did. best to stay away from the windows, he decides.

he stands up and looks around, the rest of the team are outside. he sighs. but he has to stay inside. there's nothing inside! he's bored already. fsm this sucks.

maybe he could run a system diagnostic? he still needs to figure out what's causing the glitch. -- other than nya throwing him into a wall, of course.

yeah, that works. hopefully they don't take too long.

zane sits back down with a sigh, beginning the process.

things seem to be doing ok in terms of processing and memory. his energy levels look to be a little lower though.

he checks his power source.

that's... no.

no that can't be right.

the core isn't being actively powered. he's just running off leftover energy!

could it be something to do with his ice? what took his element away? the scroll? but it's been 60 years and nothing happened! why would it only start now?

could it be negative emotions? he lost them when... yeah. fsm he hates this.

he'll figure it out later.

he gives it about... 4 months at best til he's out of power for good.

his eyebrows furrow. he... can make it work. hopefully.

but what if he doesn't? what if he's dying? and for good this time?

his gears hitch.

he's going to fix it.

he has to.

zane looks down at the cuffs on his wrists. honestly he should try to get them off, they're kind of annoying.

he stands again and moves to search the bounty. there don't seem to be any good tools he can use to pick locks. not even a paper clip!

what kind of ninja even are they?! he looks at the metal bindings in disgust. are they even metal? they look like metal.

embedded in the sides of the cuffs however is a strip of dark, almost black material. he can see specks of yellow in there too.

oh you have got to be kidding me.

it's vengestone.

he sighs. well, that's another thing to add to the list. 3 things that could've stolen his powers away.

though, he lost his powers before being cuffed. did lloyd bring them with him? no. he would've used them if he did.

this is... confusing. to say the least.

he hears a shuffle by the door.

a young voice emanates from outside. "hey! look! look! asha's doing it!"

he turns to see a small child, about 10 by the looks of things, with long dark hair. they stand at the door grinning to something outside.

what does he do in this situation?! does he hide? if this child sees him then his cover is blown! but he can't just let them intrude!

the child turns to look at him. too late.

they screech a bit before gaining composure. "um. hello!"

"hi...?"

"who are you?"

"i'm..." shitshitshit "i'm popsicle!"

popsicle?! he mentally punches himself. of all things--!

"i'm asha!" they smile. "what are you doing in the metal house, mr popsicle?"

he panics.

"the ninja saved me from the big mean ice emperor! i'm just waiting for them to come back!"

nice save.

"the ice emperor!" asha scowls. "i don't like him. if i ever see him i'll throw 500 snowballs at his face!"

he tries to stifle a laugh but fails.

"500 of them? really?"

wow, this kid is out to get him. good thing he's popsicle right now, else he would be in deeeeep trouble.

"i could probably do 501." asha ponders.

he chuckles.

another voice whispers loudly from outside. "asha! your mother is coming! get out of there!"

"uh oh." asha perks up. "well, i've gotta go mr popsicle. it was nice talking to you!"

"asha! let's go!"

they pause. "wait! one more thing."

"hm?" zane questions.

asha seems to fumble with something around their neck before holding it out in front of them.

it's a necklace?

they walk up to zane and gesture for him to put his hand out. wait. really?

he hesitates. "are you sure?"

asha nods confidently. they don't seem to care about the cuffs.

"it means luck and good fortune." they smile.

he holds onto it.

"wow, i--" he feels his gears hitch. "thank you."

"it's no problem, mr popsicle."

asha walks quickly back to the door. turning to wave before disappearing forever.

what just happened?

he stands there, dumbfounded, before looking at the necklace in his hand.

it's got a silver chain that drapes into gold. an intricately carved sunflower displaying a yellow gemstone at it's center.

it feels special. he grimaces. first master does he even deserve this?

this child-- asha's kindness.

is he worthy?

he sits back down again, staring at the pendant in his hands. he frowns.

zane is tired.

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[eddiediazismyhusband]

Still with you in the wait and see approach. I need to be confident that relationship is bones and there won't be signs of it until at least the premiere.

that’s where i’m at too. i also just think someone needs to remind tim minear of what exactly his job is. his job isn’t to stir up fandom drama (and then complain about drama that he himself is partially to blame for but then refuse to directly call out the toxic ones) his job is to tell a story; but he decided that wasn’t what his job was the moment he scrapped 7b to rewrite it into whatever that mess was rather than just giving us an (admittedly) rushed backhalf of the season, and then open s8 up for NEW content.

No instead, he’s rehashing old storylines (gerrard), driving (literal) dead plotlines even further into the ground by creating new elements that there has never been any evidence of before (shannon), as well as actively giving the toxic fans he complained about the ammunition they need to continue being toxic (bt).

it feels like when he came back, he got this kind of god complex and is deciding to use 9-1-1 as his dollhouse for his wacky “masterpieces” that aren’t even that well thought out, and thinking that he needs to come up with these convoluted crazy plots to keep audiences interested, when most of the fandom have been vocal about how they miss the s2-4 era where it was just a procedural drama… not a hitchcock remake or an homage to classic b-movies.

i miss the energy of past seasons when yeah there was drama, but overall it was still a silly feel-good show; but then in s7 rather than emulating s1 and having it be a shorter reestablished character-focused season, he had it be both a character focus season (that decided to retcon and rewrite entire character traits of some people) as well as trying to cram in crazy drama plots (like listen, the cruise ship arc was decent, but it should have been focused on the storm/wave ONLY rather than the dumbass pirate plot that only took 10 minutes 💀).

so yeah, i’n trying to still remain positive and interact w headcanon/fanfiction content and posting the occasional “i hope we get this in s8”, but as far as actively speculating and teying to figure things out from photos or 2 second clips that will most likely only result in disappointment or frustration upon seeing the finished product, i’m not gonna hold my breath for anything.

Again if you wish to engage in spec and have fun with that, then by all means do! I just don’t have the mental capacity to do that healthily so i find it oftentimes more rewarding to keep my expectations low (especially after i got kinda spec crazy last season)

but also if you DO engage in spec, don’t try to gaslight and bully people, telling them that their interpretation is wrong just bc it’s not yours (meaning if someone is cautious about whether or not we’re getting buddie canon, don’t tell them they are delusional and insane bc ‘we absolutely 1000% are and there is no possibility we aren’t’ even tho it is very likely that we unfortunately won’t get buddie canon) i’ve had to make the decision to unfollow so many larger buddie blogs that i used to enjoy bc seeing the way they interact with fans’ concerns, low expectations, etc made me feel so icky bc they were beginning to sound like a certain part of the fandom (👀) and i don’t like that.

like i’m not going to go on someone’s post where they’re voicing their concerns and say “this is stupid that would never happen you’re delusional”

it’s one thing to be like “hey, i get that you may be stressed, but i look at it this way and that seems to help me” or to be like “good points, but if you look at this and this” but to actively make people feel stupid for having (objectively based on how s7 went) concerns about s8? that’s icky behavior to me idk

anyway i kinda hijacked this ask and went on alittle tangent, but no i am right there with you too on the “wait and see” of it all bc so far i have not seen anything truly promising about this season, and i honestly probably won’t until the show comes out and we actually get a feel for where tim’s brain is at this season (which…. knowing where his brain went last season doesn’t fill me with excitement)

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Mitsuya×Takemichi

Content warnings: none

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Mitsuya had a warm smile on his face despite the cold night as Takemichi pulled up on the side of the road, grinning that friendly smile that had a odd warmth spreading across Mitsuya's chest. The silver haired teen couldn't explain it but, since August third, he'd begun to feel at home with the faux blond.

Takemichi drove a little passed Mitsuya and got out of the black Toyota Premio, walking over and motioning to the motorcycle rack on the back of the car. It looked a little silly but Mitsuya couldn't see any issues in how it'd been installed. He was sure, or maybe just hopeful, that they'd at least make it to the gas station.

"You ready to go? Make sure there's nothing on it that can fly off" Takemichi chuckled and Mitsuya couldn't bite back the content sigh he let out, so softly looking at the blond who just looked back at him in confusion.

"Yeah, let me get it on the rack and we can go. I'll pay for my gas and yours if you want since I made you drive all the way out here" Mitsuya walked to his motorcycle and put it in neutral, leading it to the rack and working it on with a bit of Takemichi's help.

"Don't worry about my gas, I wanted to go on a drive anyway" Takemichi very thoroughly checked the rack before they both got into the car and he began driving. Mitsuya looked around the car with interest in learning more about the driver to his right.

The car was black outside but black and wine red leather inside and so damn clean. It was warm and smelled faintly like luxury cologne and mint and the silver haired teen could've fallen asleep if he wasn't fighting it.

"So you said you won the money in a competition you didn't expect to win, can I ask what kind of competition?" Mitsuya looked to the driver and just admired the way the passing street lights moved shadows across that sweet face repeatedly.

"Promise you won't judge?" Takemichi didn't exactly feel like he had to ask with this particular person but he did anyway and Mitsuya hummed an agreement. "I dance. Not a lot but my mom used to teach classes before she got pregnant with me, she started to teach me when I turned thirteen. I got really into just feeling so in control of myself so I started doing other dances with other people and just teaching myself. The competition was uh.. it was belly dance" Takemichi's cheeks were warm but it was too dark for Mitsuya to see, though he could hear the embaressement in Takemichi's voice even as the blond tried to push out the genre of dance too fast and quiet to be understood.

"Will you show me sometime? You're an amazing dancer if you won a whole car, even if you don't think so." Mitsuya spoke quietly and watched Takemichi look his way in disbelief, the two of them lit up red by the stop lights. The older was nearly sideways in his seat, temple against his headrest so he could just stare as he pleased at the driver.

"I'm.. really not that good" Takemichi's voice was softer and more embaressed. He looked back to the road as the light turned green and Mitsuya was cautious in slipping the blond's left hand off the wheel so he was driving with only his right. He tangled his right fingers with Takemichi's and aimlessly rubbed his left thumb over the stab wound on the back that'd begun to scar already.

"You don't have to be perfect to be good, y'know. Mikey, Draken, me, none of Toman are perfect fighters but that doesn't mean we aren't good." Mitsuya spoke just as quiet and the car fell into a comfortable silence after with just the rumble of the engine.

"Spend the night and I'll show you a little.. We can take your bike to your home and I'll drive you to school." Takemichi was still embarrassed but pushed out the offer before he decided against it. Mitsuya grew a grin and nodded.

"I'd love that. What other dances do you know besides belly dance?" Mitsuya lifted Takemichi's hand and, without much thinking, kissed the scar on the back before turning the blond's hand and kissing the matching scar on his palm.

Takemichi's heart was pounding out of his chest as he warily fit their hands back together and moved Mitsuya's hand to his own lips and kissed each knuckle.

"Folk dance, I've been trying to learn like.. street dance I guess? But it's exhausting. And," Takemichi glanced to the enamored delinquent on his left and gave a small squeeze to Mitsuya's hand. "You seriously can't judge me but I've been learning how to pole dance too."

Mitsuya just gave a sweet smile and kissed Takemichi's knuckles.

"I won't ever judge as long as it's not seriously hurting you or anyone else." Mitsuya's words were a blanket spread far beyond just the dancing, it covered everything Takemichi could ever say or do.

Takemichi smiled and nodded, pulling into a gas station and stopping by a pump. He turned the car off and looked at Mitsuya, just admiring him back. He had wanted to hear that clear and genuine 'no matter what' for so long that it didn't matter it wasn't preceeded by Takemichi's preferred words.

It still had him leaning towards Mitsuya and the silver haired delinquent leaning in as well until their lips were pressed together. Both of their eyes were closed and it was a slow few kisses before they just rested their foreheads against eachother's.

"Will you teach me? Any dance, I don't mind, I just want to dance with you Takemichi. I always want to dance with you." Mitsuya's words were as clear of an 'I love you' as any, if not clearer, and Takemichi kissed him again. A warmth bloomed inside them both and both of them smiled into the kiss before Takemichi pulled back to speak.

"Yes. I want to always dance with you too, Takashi." Takemichi whispered his answer and Mitsuya nipped the blond's lip a little playfully and pulled away afterwards.

"Let me take care of the gas, okay?" The second division captain hardly left room for denial as he got out and put the pump into his bike first. Takemichi let out a happy sigh and relaxed back in his seat, right hand coming up to his lips as if he could still feel Mitsuya's lips on his. Nothing had ever felt so perfect.

Takemichi rolled down the left window and spoke up so Mitsuya could hear him through it.

"What about folk dance? It can be a bit fast but mostly repetition or symbolic stuff that you can use association to remember"

Mitsuya walked over to the door and leaned his arms on it, smiling at Takemichi like he'd hung the moon and all the stars.

"That sounds perfect. I don't have club tomorrow and I can ask Hakkai or Draken to watch my little sisters so it's just us after school?" Mitsuya gave more planned details and Takemichi shook his head, getting a confused noise from the taller.

"What if I teach your sisters too? I don't want to go stealing you from them and they might enjoy it." Takemichi grinned and Mitsuya had to open the door and lean in, left hand cupping Takemichi's right cheek do he could kiss him again. They were both flooded with so much love.

"You're an angel, I'm sure they'd love that." Mitsuya kissed him multiple times, a little addicted to the kisses and the way Takemichi's lips tasted like candy mints. It was so thoughtful to include Mana and Luna and Mitsuya wished he could express that as much as he wanted to.

"Mm I wish I could be an actual angel, things would be easier then.." Takemichi wasn't thinking as he whispered that against Mitsuya's lips and kissed him back more, only to let out a small confused whine when the lilac eyed teen pulled back with a worried expression.

"Is something stressing you out? I can try to help you, I'm on your side." Mitsuya whispered his concern and watched Takemichi's eyes blow wide as he realized what he said. The timeleaper pulled away and out of Mitsuya's hand, clearing his throat and looking down at his lap with furrowed brows and a bit of a pout. Not because of the lack of kiss but out of frustration that he'd opened up too much. He couldn't do that, he couldn't tell Mitsuya. It was still a risk to everything.

Mitsuya frowned and gently led Takemichi back to looking him directly in the eyes.

"I will never judge you. You could tell me the world was ending and you're the only one who knows and I would do everything in my power to help you. I trust you." Mitsuya's thumb rubbed over Takemichi's cheek and the blue eyed teen leaned into it.

"I love you so much" He mumbled the words as strong as they came, saying it the way soulmates would and receiving a small smile.

"I love you so much too." Mitsuya spoke them quietly and Takemichi nodded slightly. He took a deep breath and sorted out his thoughts for a moment.

"I can timetravel. 2017 to 2005 and back but always the same date as whenever I left the other one. Like today here to today 2017 and then tomorrow 2017 to tomorrow here. I.. I'm trying to save people. Right now Baji and Kazutora. It started with my friend Hinata who, in the original timeline, I started dating next year. Obviously that part has changed because I want to always be with you but every time I go back to the future someone else is dead if not everyone." Takemichi's eyes glossed over and he shifted his face to almost hide in Mitsuya's hand. He had to bite back rambling on about hoping he was married to Mitsuya in every future and such, so many thoughts rushing through his head even when he tried to calm them.

Mitsuya was glad the pump would automatically stop, listening as Takemichi backtracked and explained everything.

Kisaki being bad, Akkun's deaths, Hinata's and Takemichi's own, Draken on death row, and now he had to stop Baji and Kazutora from both dying. Mitsuya patiently listened to every word and took it all in, nodding and paying full attention to the timeleaper.

"Then let's fix the future together" Mitsuya's answer was short but the weight it carried had Takemichi wide eyed and with tears falling down his cheeks in shock. The silver haired delinquent offered a small smile and kissed away the tears before fulling standing up outside of the car and finishing up the gas on his bike before putting the pump in the car and paying seperately for it. He came back and sat in his seat, pulling Takemichi into a hug over the center consol and letting him cry into Mitsuya's shoulder.

As if the weather was empathizing, both teens listened to the pitter of rain beginning to hit the gas station building and the cover over the pumps. The heavier it got, the less Takemichi cried until he was just resting his face against Mitsuya's shoulder.

"What do you think of dancing in the rain?" The blond whispered, lifting his head as he heard the click of the gas pump finishing filling his car. Mitsuya kissed his forehead and pulled away, a happy hum coming from him.

"I think I've dreamt about dancing in the rain with someone I loved for as long as I remember and you're already a dream come true" The captain spoke hardly over the rain and Takemichi had a dreamy smile as he watched Mitsuya put the gas pump away and finish the transaction before getting in and closing his door.

"How about Musashi shrine for when it's just the two of us dancing? No one goes there at night." Mitsuya tangled their hands again and Takemichi nodded, so much weight taken off his shoulders.

"I have a small portable speaker and an umbrella in the back, we can prop the umbrellla over the speaker for music" Takemichi loved that things fit together so conveniently and Mitsuya breathed a chuckle while nodding.

"I can grab pajamas while we drop my bike off at my house and you obviously have yours at your home." With Mitsuya tying together the final details of their plans, Takemichi turned the engine back on and began to drive to his lover's home.

🌹

Full laughs, weightless happiness, unconditional love. Mitsuya and Takemichi danced around eachother, the former far messier but they were having fun nonetheless. Both sweethearts were soaked by the rain and the multiple times Mitsuya had tripped and pulled the both to the ground with grins and amusement.

That's what greeted Draken who had just slightly peaked over the stairs when he saw the two and hurried back down so he was well hidden. It gave him an upside down smile when he watched the two fall, briefly kiss between laughs, get back up, and begin dancing again. He liked knowing his sworn brother had found someone to love like that and decided he no longer needed his 'alone time' to gather his thoughts at the shrine that night.

🌹

"This is a bit forward but uhm.." Takemichi stared hard at the ground while Mitsuya stood in front of him confused as he dried his hair from the rain. "Do you want to.. warm bath.. just, nothing– just together–" The blond choked and floundered in an attempt to assure that it wasn't sexual, just soaking in a warm bath together, and Mitsuya chuckled as he came close and cupped Takemichi's cheeks with his hands covered in towels. He pressed small kisses to Takemichi's lips and smiled against them.

"Yes we can take a bath together. A warm bath sounds great right now and so does holding you." Mitsuya whispered his answer and Takemichi flushed, kissing him back happily. When they pulled apart, Takemichi grabbed a fresh dry towel for himself and one for Mitsuya before they both crossed the hall to the wash room.

Not sexual didn't mean Mitsuya couldn't be affectionate, soft kisses on Takemichi's face and shoulders as he helped him take his shirt off and then his own. He happily doted on the blond by washing his hair and back and, after he was washed too, sat behind Takemichi in the bath and massaged his back and shoulders while pressing more kisses to them.

"My sweet everything" Mitsuya whispered in a kiss on Takemichi's neck. The blond was getting visibly sleepy and let out a happy hum as he leaned completely into the taller.

"All yours, forever and always please" Takemichi looked with half lidded eyes up at Mitsuya and got a kiss on his nose.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my heaven" His words were quiet as Mitsuya made the promise and used the petname. Takemichi breathed out a 'me neither' before tucking his face against Mitsuya's neck and nearly melting into the taller. Mitsuya's hands rubbing affectionately on his sides and front only served to bring him closer to sleep.

"Get some sleep, love. I'll get us into bed, okay?" Mitsuya kissed the instructions against Takemichi's temple and that's all it too for the blond to go slack with sleep in the bath.

Lilac eyes admired the face of his lover, running his hand through damp dandelion colored hair and rubbing over Takemichi's cheek and temple. Mitsuya wholy believed in God and, all things considered, he was ready to believe he had a genuine angel in his arms. Takemichi was nothing short of holy and it pulled a loving smile on Mitsuya's lips.

"I'll make sure Mikey hears you out, sweet baby.. I'll help you fix the future no matter what, you don't deserve all that stress on your pretty mind." Mitsuya whispered the praises and promises, kissing a few more times across Takemichi's face before starting a slow but steady process of getting them out of the bath. He loved taking care of Takemichi, drying him off and bringing him to the bedroom and putting him in pajamas before getting to lay with him and hold him close.

Takemichi was his whole world, his heaven and fate, his soulmate.

[bonesandthebees]

I should say that I’m not really a fae stuff reader, but I could not resist, so I am glad you went through the important rules, even though I think I knew most of them already. Also, Alicent needs to know these things in order to be cautious.

Rhaenyra is clearly very bored (and maybe a little bit in love, too soon?), so she draws Alicent towards her tree the second she sets foot in the garden (or is that just the tree itself? I think it would have happened earlier then).

Also, since she is part of the summer court (and the spring days are getting hotter), does that mean it’s about to be summer? Does that make her stronger or give her more control over the humans/human world?

Anyway, I love how playful she is. There’s still the fae trickery, but this human is interesting and willing to talk and has some wits, so it’s more fun (also, pretty gay). I do feel like she could trick her if she really tried because [although I haven’t been trying very hard to trick you,”] fae can’t like. So she isn’t trying that hard (and could change that if prompted).

She does want Alicent to keep coming back, and being married to the king in a different place would make her unable to visit.

You could also claim she’s just trying to win her trust to eventually get her name, that would be a fae thing to do.

Also, [“No, not my father. It almost was, but the King at that time decided my aunt’s claim was stronger. She’s been our Queen for the last few centuries.”] I’m sorry but this is my favourite bit. The fae aren’t sexist so the person closest to the king gets the throne even if she is a woman. (And poor Alicent can barely believe it).

I’d love to see more if this is you feel like writing it, but I’m already very content with what we got.

(2/2)

-🌲

lol yeah part of the reason I decided to go through the rules is because while fae aus are incredibly common in the dsmp fandom to the point where you can assume most people who read fic will be at least vaguely familiar with the setting and basic worldbuilding of a fae au, I don't think they're really a common thing in the hotd fandom? at least I haven't seen any in the ao3 tag so far. so I didn't know how familiar readers would be with the concept and decided to give a quick rundown just in case

I'll say in my head rhaenyra didn't specifically draw alicent towards her tree. it was more like she was just casting a wide net of influence trying to draw any human that came within range to her tree because, as she said, she was bored. alicent just happened to be there at the right time and place.

also, I don't think the fae don't have influence over the seasons in this world. because the way seasons work is already so strange in the world of westeros, I don't think the fae can really do much to change them. in contrast, the change of the seasons has an affect on the fae. as summer draws closer, rhaenyra will gain more power and strength when she's in the human world. but if she were to pop into westeros during a winter she would be a lot weaker.

rhaenyra is definitely having fun with alicent. and yeah, if she wanted to she could probably trick alicent into giving up her name or at least goad her into a deal, but rhaenyra's done that to humans plenty of times before. it's another thing she's bored of. this human is very pretty, looks to be around her age (at least the equivalent since fae age at a different rate than humans), and is fun to talk to. if she tricks alicent, things will be ruined because alicent won't want to talk to her anymore.

also, I don't want to say the fae were completely past sexism. in my head at least there was a very long and drawn out debate still as to whether rhaenys or viserys should inherit the summer court throne even though rhaenys had the very obvious claim. but the decision was instead made in rhaenys' favor, and that set a precedent that has really helped the fae since then move past a lot of sexist ideas and notions. so like, rhaenys had to fight for her throne, but since she secured it things in the fae realm are a lot better for women compared to westeros.

poor alicent though can barely believe it she's like wait what. a woman. huh. that's possible.

I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far thank you spruce!!! I definitely hope to write more soon (although right now I'm trying to push through the next chapter of under the hanging rose, so after that I'll probably hop back over to this)

[loftylockjaw]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The woods PARTIES: Wyatt & Ahmed (NPC penned by Caitlyn!) SUMMARY: NPC Ahmed is out hiking and stumbles upon Gator!Wyatt during a meal. Wyatt decides he’s still hungry and gives chase. A cleverly hidden pit is Ahmed’s only saving grace, and Wyatt is now trapped. CONTENT WARNINGS: Creature death (lamia dinner)

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He stared at the strange thing, his massive crocodilian head cocked to the side. It stared back, silent and unbothered by the lamia’s presence, somehow. Most creatures that didn’t attack on sight were instead prone to fleeing from the reptilian beast, and for good reason—he was always hungry. This one, though… maybe it couldn’t run? Its back half seemed covered in the plant life it was nestled amongst. Was it trapped? Why else would a lamb just lay there when confronted by the likes of Wyatt? The staring contest continued for a few moments more before the lamb let out a loud, startling bleat. Wyatt winced away from it, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but nothing happened. 

It bleated again, and the lamia parted his jaws in a toothy grin. Wow. What an easy lunch this had turned out to be! He was still curious though, not quite content to eat the thing just yet. So instead he lowered himself onto all fours and began nosing around the lamb’s hindquarters, trying to find the roots or whatever it was that were holding the pathetic thing in place and assess the damage. If there was rot, he might want to avoid its back half. What he found instead were fruits growing on whatever kind of bush this was that had ensnared the creature, and they smelled terribly sweet and delicious. Curious and not particularly cautious, Wyatt bit one from the bush and swallowed it down, releasing a pleased rumble in response. Delicious! He bit off another fruit, munching happily and rooting around for more while the lamb continued to wail, not sounding very much like it was in pain, but just disturbed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to you,” he muttered as he gulped down another fruit. Dessert was coming first today.

—

Ahmed didn’t mean to get himself into sticky situations. Honestly, he didn’t. But they kept finding him. One minute, he was enjoying his walk on the trail, a few miles out from where he had started. The next, he heard bleating and decided to check it out. Big mistake. He was greeted by the sight of a giant crocodile creature about to chow down on it. Ahmed blinked a few times, trying to figure out if what he was seeing was real. When he realized it wasn’t disappearing after a rapid succession of blinks, he took a step back, then another. Before he knew it, Ahmed was backpedaling away from the scene and promptly tripped over a root sticking out of the ground. He made a loud noise as he fell onto the ground with a loud “Oof!” 

The strange creature turned its attention to him, and Ahmed’s expression turned from fear to embarrassment as he slowly raised his hand up into the air and waved awkwardly and slowly. “Uh. Hi?” He called out to the creature, then to the lamb stuck in the brush, then back to the obviously hungry crocodile. “I… didn’t mean to…” Ahmed trailed off as he scrambled to his feet, backing up a bit more to put more space between himself and the creature. “I’ll go.” He insisted with a sure nod of his head as he turned to leave but then locked eyes with that sad, pathetic lamb. “Uh.” He uttered dumbly before pointing to the creature. “What’s uh, what’s he doing all the way out here?”

—

Humans sure were good at interrupting his meals, weren’t they? And after he’d been so polite, choosing creatures over sapient beings for his lunch. God. His yellow gaze fell upon the stranger, permanently bared teeth parting as a low hiss rumbled out of his gullet, a warning to back off. It wasn’t needed, of course, the human tripping over himself to get away… but he messed that up too, of course. The raised hand and awkward greeting was unexpected, and Wyatt had to wonder how many other bizarre things this one had seen to illicit a response like that. 

No matter, he was leaving. 

Or, he was supposed to be, but then he stopped, turned, and asked about the lamb. The gator grumbled to himself, thinking that of course it couldn’t have been that simple. Of course.

“Bold of you to assume I was smart enough to answer that question,” Wyatt started, sounding annoyed. His gaze then flicked over to the lamb, who was bleating pitifully and trembling where it sat. “And I dunno. I found it here. Stuck or somethin’.” He glanced back at the human, dragging his long tail across the forest floor behind him to partially circle it around the lamb. “Finders keepers, mon cher.” With a snort, he craned his head back to face the lamb, who now seemed to realize the peril it was in and began wailing even louder. Annoying. Wyatt didn’t feel like making such a huge mess this time and was pretty sure that he could swallow this little guy whole, so instead of snapping off that hollering head, the gator bit down on the lamb’s middle and started to pull, trying to free it from the brambles that covered its back half so he could gulp it down. 

—

Ahmed felt frozen in place, none of this felt real. But the gator… thing didn’t seem to be keen on attacking him so much as it was keen on making a snack out of that poor lamb. Ahmed decided that it was better the animal then him in that situation, not wanting to risk the thing’s ire more than he already had just by being there. The creature hissed, and Ahmed was glad he was already backpedaling away. No way did he want to see what those teeth were capable of. 

The creature could talk, and that was enough to shake Ahmed to his core. Of course he’d spoken before, but this time it was directed at him. “Just… are you sure it isn’t a trap?” Ahmed questioned as the creature took a big bite out of poor lamby and tried to pull it free from the bramble. He winced and turned his head, not wanting to bare witness to the gruesome sight. “I mean, really. What if it’s a trap?” He then questioned again as the creature struggled to free his meal from the bramble. The lamb hollering was going to replay in his head for quite some time. 

Ahmed looked around, waiting for something bigger and angrier to show itself. There was no way it wasn’t a trap. In a town like this? Oh yeah, Ahmed was finally catching on. Ahmed took another step back, brows raised in worry as he continued to look around, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for anything to happen. 

—

A trap? That was ridiculous. What kind of predator would be setting a trap, besides… a hunter? Maybe? But weren't they against the killing of innocent creatures? This lamb was practically the poster child for innocence. It was cruel to use it as bait, but maybe hunters were just cruel people. It made enough sense to Wyatt. He eased up on the animal, letting his jaw slacken slightly as his gaze darted around the area, looking for any obvious sign of something or someone lingering in shadow. 

Nothing made itself readily apparent, and the lamia bobbed his head to get a better grip on the lamb again, who was now bleeding rather profusely and making one hell of a racket. If there was anything laying it wait, they ought to have sprung out by now. It was probably fine. Wyatt huffed out a breath and then bit down hard, thrashing his head from side to side to rip the creature free from the brambles that held it in place, only to realize that it wasn't so much tangled in the plants as it was a part of them. Surprised to see vines and leaves instead of back legs, Wyatt still gulped it back, muffling the pitiful thing's final, muted cries in the back of his throat. 

“Wasn't expecting a side salad,” he spoke as soon as his mouth was clear of lamb and vegetation, and his focus then turned back onto the human who stood there in.. shock, maybe? Abject horror at how he could ruthlessly devour such a cute, helpless critter? The cute ones tasted best. That being said…

“Too small, though. Could do with more.” He rose up into a standing position, glaring the human down. If he could smile while like this, he would have. As it was, his teeth were permanently bared, slicked with blood. “Bet you'd hit the spot…”

—

Ahmed was busy trying to get away while the creature took a look around to see if it was safe. Then froze like a deer in headlights when they set their sights on Ahmed as a snack. “Oh, you really don’t want to eat me. I’m lean and gamy. No good for eating.” Ahmed waved their hands in the air, quick to backpedal away from the scene. “Really this was just a bad place for me to be and if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just leave you be.” He insisted, taking another step back, not wanting to take his eyes off of the creature. The sight of the creature’s bared teeth was enough to spark some survival instinct in Ahmed, going from afraid to downright angry. “I’m getting really tired of being tossed around and beaten, so if you wouldn’t mind, I’m going to leave.” A hand went to the knife he kept in his pocket, suddenly not afraid to use it as he had been in the past. 

It wasn’t a special knife, it wasn’t big. But in the end, it got its job done when it mattered, especially in a town such as this. Ahmed took another step backwards, getting far enough away that the creature was becoming smaller and smaller in his vision. “You want a real meal, find a deer or something.” Ahmed added before turning and breaking into a run. It was a long shot, and that creature was probably fast, but Ahmed couldn’t be a sitting duck like he felt he was. He ran, and looked over his shoulder to see if the creature was following him, grateful that he kept up with running that he had gotten into when he was in middle school. Thank god for track and cross country, at least he was fast.

—

“You keep sayin’ it, but you ain’t doin’ it,” Wyatt snapped, hunkering down, preparing to leap forward. He didn’t usually just go after innocent bystanders like this, but he was hungry, tired, and cranky from a lack of sleep… and they were alone. No chance for witnesses (though his shrewdness in this regard left something to be desired, lately…). It was too easy a setup, and runner or not, Wyatt had a feeling that this guy couldn’t outpace him. 

The man bolted, and the gator charged after him, crashing through the trees and young foliage that was just saying its hellos to its first spring. He was quick, and smaller than Wyatt, so he had an easier time threading through closely clumped trees. A few times, Wyatt had to race around such thickets, annoyed that this meal on wheels seemed to be smarter than the average deer in his attempts to lose the predator. Still, his gait was long and his powerful limbs carried him swiftly over the earth, slowly gaining on the human as a stretch of flat land greeted them. And to Wyatt’s delight, at the other side of this swathe of even ground was a hill, stretching as far as he could see in either direction. He’d definitely catch the stranger on that hill, humans weren’t built for inclines like he was. You’d have to be part goat! 

With the promise of a big, satisfying meal on the horizon, the lamia basked in the chase. There wasn’t a care or concern in his large, empty head as they reached the foot of the hill, and he opened his jaws to better scoop the human straight up into them. Craning his neck, he was focused on the man, not watching where he was stepping, and—

Something creaked, groaned, and snapped. The bouncy patch of earth that Ahmed had run across without issue gave way under Wyatt’s hefty weight, sending the creature tumbling down into a deep pit. He roared in surprise, twisting in the air and landing with a heavy thud on his side. The little knapsack that was secured to his back spilled its contents all over the dirt floor of the pit—a change of clothes, his phone, and keyring scattered around him while he himself lay still, breathing but unmoving. 

Ow. 

—

Ahmed felt like his heart had leapt into his throat as he ran, the creature gaining speed on him. He had to get out of there, he had to– something felt strange as he ran over a patch of earth, it felt as if he bounced off of it rather than ran across it. He didn’t stop to investigate, he didn’t have time on his side. Then, a crashing sound. Ahmed skidded to a halt and turned around to notice that the patch of earth he’d traversed was now a large hole in the ground. What? 

He took a hesitant step toward the hole, peering down it with a blink. Sure enough, there was the creature at the bottom of the hole, unable to escape. A breath Ahmed had been holding escaped, and he took a step back, heavily debating leaving him there. After all, he was about to eat him, was he not? Ahmed swallowed thickly, breathing heavy as he struggled to catch it. He thought about it for a while. This creature was sentient, obviously. It had been talking to him, conversing with him. It had the head of a giant lizard, but the body of a man. The whole situation was strange, but then again, he was starting to get used to the strange. He let out a deep sigh before peering back into the hole, silent as he waited for the creature to say something.

He noticed a phone, some clothes, and a keyring. So this guy had a life, a car at least. “You always have the whole gator thing going on?” Ahmed questioned, brows furrowing as he assessed the creature. “Like, are you able to look human? I’ve never seen an alligator with a cellphone before, that’s all.” 

—

His whole body ached, head spinning as he picked himself up off the dirt. Still on all fours, the creature angled his head skyward to see the human peering over the edge of the pit at him, and felt an immense surge of anger and shame at having been caught like this. “Oh, fuck off!” he shouted, crouching low and attempting to leap up to the ledge. His claws raked through the dirt but it was no use, the pit was too deep and the earth too soft for him to get any kind of traction. He fell back to the bottom and began a rapid, circular pace on all fours as he tried to think his way out. 

First, his would-be lunch needed to leave. Then he would get his phone and text someone to come get him. Caleb came to mind, but he didn’t want to stress him out… Charlie came to mind next, who would probably find the whole ordeal pretty funny, but was likely to keep it between them if Wyatt asked. Of course, Charlie didn’t know he was a lamia, but that might not need to become part of the conversation. 

He looked up again, squinting his eyes against the light of midday. “You won, all right? Get lost.”

—

Usually, Ahmed would go out of his way to help. But how many times could he do that before it wasn’t worth it anymore? Ahmed thought of all the moments his life had almost been forfeit in a town such as this. He shuddered, then backed up away from the hole. He’d won, the creature was right. Ahmed shook his head, a tremor starting as he realized just how tired he was of having to run away or get hurt to learn his lesson. 

Bewilderment clear in his face, Ahmed took another step back away from the pit. He’d never left anyone to die before. He’d never thought he’d had it in him before. But there he was, letting his feet carry him away from the scene with his brain on autopilot, away from the creature, away from another almost untimely death. One day, Ahmed would stop getting lucky. He just hoped he was well-equipped until that moment came. “Sorry, man.” He mumbled under his breath as he got back into his car and drove away from the path he’d hiked in from. 

[eggtartz]

a/n : i bought a lot of books and never ever read them so.. here we are.. a drabble!

summary : inupi is surprised to see your room that had.. a concerning amount of books.

wc : 520

you had decided to move in with inupi at his apartment so you two were packing your stuff. while he packed the stuff in the living room, you were packing personal stuff in your bedroom. after five years of dating when you met him while he was still in tokyo manji gang inupi was always a respectful man. never once going to far from your box but is willing to try if you wanted to. he would always ask for consent either a kiss, a hug or to sleep in one bed together.

going through your room, a pang of nostalgia hits you. you've been living in this small and spacious apartment for a decent long time so finally moving out from there was quite a challenge but you wanted your relationship with inupi to take another stage. therefore when he suggested you'd to move in with him, you quickly agreed.

"hun do you have more plastic over there? there's this garbage i still need to throw it" he shouted from the living room.

"yeah come inside here i still have some" you shouted back from the room. he slowly entered, looking cautious but was surprised. inupi haven't dated too many girls before you but he did know how a girls room looked like but yours was really different. next to the bed was a small table which had switches behind them, near the table was an old closet and a makeup table which has been cleared up. the main thing that caught his eye was two massive bookshelves that was a sight he only saw in a library. the bookshelves took most of the space in your room that it covered half of the window, but there was still airing in the room.

inupi knew how you loved reading so much, buying new books that was recently released. inupi would always see you with a book in your hand while admiring your pretty figure that was concentrating on the contents of the book.

he was impressed even, to see how much dedication you put in a piece of paper so he admired the bookshelves and ghosted his fingertips on the dusty surface. you were still on the floor, putting away your stuff into a bag when inupi's figure caught your attention. you smiled.

"they're a bit too much i noticed. i can't bring all of them to the apartment so i'll donate half of them to the public library" you assured him, fearing he was concerned about the space the books would consume in the apartment. he gazed at you while closing the distance and sat down on the floor. "well, if you want to then i wont mind but these are your precious books we're talking about, if you don't wanna then don't"

"but inupi there's so many"

"mmh but it's okay, we'll just need to buy a lot bookshelves then" you looked at him when he replied that but he looked at you, assuringly.

"you know i did some reading of your books. what's smut by the way? you wanna practice that with me?"

you blushed furiously.

[straightmenforgarrothromeave]

minecraft diaries inside out au. stay tuned for the explanations (they’re below)

aphmau as joy:

aphmau, in sort of an obvious choice, was given joy. this is because i imagine she's a very optimistic person, often seen smiling, and because of her naiveté and general oblivion to the worse things in the world she has a very positive outlook on the way she interacts with people and situations. overall, very cheery! i think it fits her very well :)

dante as sadness:

dante was an interesting one, honestly probably my biggest struggle - but only because i couldn't decide if he'd make a better sadness or fear. in the end, i think sadness works best for him: through everything, i don't think dante was ever able to properly settle. i think he's more lonely, quiet, keeps to himself - in such, manages to isolate himself a lot and further contribute to his overall depressing vibe as a character. he always just seemed sadder, hence - sadness. (side note: fear was considered because of dante's constant fear of losing everything once again. it's one of the reasons he's never content, he can't be - something can come and destroy it all.)

garroth as fear:

oh man. garroth got fear for quite a lot of things. originally, he was also up for grabs for sadness, but... eh. didn't fit him as well. garroth represents fear because he's in a constant state of worry and paranoia. he's always afraid SOMETHING is going to happen, something is going to hurt the people he loves, something is going to prevent him from protecting those he holds dear. that, and he's incredibly fearful of being himself - he's a gay man in the medieval era, i don't blame him. there's just always something plaguing his mind and creating that worry. he's also very cautious, which is something that joy (in the actual movie) mentions in fear's introduction: fear makes sure riley stays safe. and i think that's a wonderful reflection of garroth. also! he suffers from anxiety in general, this creates a lot of fearful situations in his head and he ends up scaring himself 97% of the time.

laurance as anger:

ok right off the bat. come on. shadow knight shit when laurance is REALLY angery? come on. laurance was actually the second match-up after aphmau and joy, it seeming to be just the most obvious. after becoming a shadow knight, laurance mentioned how he was losing his temper easier and growing more impatient. we see a lot of anger issues develop with laurance as mcd progresses, so i thought that him representing anger would be perfect. i also can't quite see him as any of the other emotions, so win :)

katelyn as disgust:

ehh. yeah ok. doesn’t fit as well as any of the other ones - this one’s definitely the weakest link. i didn’t have much ground for this one, but i couldn’t see any other (main cast) crew as disgust, including zane - yeah zane doesn’t work. he’s disgust in my mystreet rendition though! but not here. quite a few people brought up how it could work with katelyn though, in the sense of her being disgusted with herself due to the work she has to do, disgusted with zane, so on and so forth. take it as you will!

that’s the most of it yeah. and since i mentioned it, here’s the mystreet rendition:

garroth (joy), aaron (sadness), travis (fear), katelyn (anger), zane (disgust).

definitely some quirks needing to be worked out there but whatcha gonna do. we win these

(ALSO I KNOWWW THE PROPORTIONS ARE A LITTLE WEIRD. still in old art territory)

[ladylooch]

Choose Me with Trevor Moore

A/N: TREVOR!!!!!!!!!! Love bringing these little, obscure babies to life. Originally from this request, with a separate request for some angst. Also, that GIF is stupid precious. K, sorry this took so many more weekends than I thought it would!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, smutty if you squint

It’s raining in California this morning while I sip my morning coffee, looking out the deck door of mine and Trevor’s house in Manhattan Beach. The gray rain clouds meet the deeper gray of the Pacific Ocean, making it difficult to know where land and sky separate. It’s all around dreadful out and the forecast calls for more rain through the weekend. I don’t care though. Because after a grind of a NHL season, littered with scary injuries for Trevor, we are heading on a two week vacation to Maui. I am so excited. I’ve never been to the Hawaiian Islands and can barely wait. Two weeks of white beaches, poke, and coconut flavored drinks. Two weeks of reconnecting with my sweet soulmate.

That sweet soulmate is currently behind me, grabbing himself a cup of coffee as well.

“This weather sucks.” He says, groggily rubbing at his tired face. I walk over to him, going on my tip toes to give him a good morning smooch. He softens into my touch, feeling content with our arms wrapped around each other.

When the machine finishes his cup, we walk to the couch to drink our coffee together. We sit close to each other, hands easily resting on one another. Spotify plays soft country music through the house speakers as we spend some quiet time together.

“Do you have any plans for your first hockey free day?” I ask him, raking my fingers through the side of his brown hair. 

“Not much. Going to lift weights at the rink in a bit, then sit here on the couch the rest of the day.” His brown eyes slide closed, relaxing into my touch. I move forward, careful of my cup to trail kisses along his strong jaw. When I get close to his chin, he turns, capturing my lips with his. “Gotta make a decision about Worlds today though. They keep blowing up my phone.” He mutters a bit annoyed. I pause a millimeter away from his face, lips still puckered. Pre-worlds activities and practice begins right when we are supposed to be leaving for Hawaii. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, USA hockey has called and texted me every day since Saturday.” It’s now Tuesday. “Kinda sucks that I even have to be called about it… for the second year in a row.” I pull back, looking at his side profile. Did he forget?

“Babe, we are going to Hawaii.” I remind him.

“Yeah, I know that was the plan, but we could move our trip around. The tickets and hotel are refundable.” Anger shoots immediately through my whole body.

“Wow, when were you going to ask me my thoughts on this?” He senses the shift as I pull every part of my body away from his. I sit up straight, coffee mug set on the table in front of us.

“I mean… when I decided to go or not?” His tone is cautious and confused, like he isn’t understanding the sudden shift in my behavior.

“Trev, what the hell?”

“If I go, you don’t have to, babe.” He shrugs, reaching out for my thigh. He’s completely missing the point. I shove his hand off of me, standing up to pace in front of him. He’s completely alert now, sensing the fight brewing.

“What about our vacation? The one you told me to plan right after the team was eliminated. I just did all of this work and now you’re like.. well maybe I’ll go to Worlds! Without even asking me if that is okay?” Trevor is immediately put off by my raised voice and his nostrils flare.

“I don’t need to ask permission to go somewhere.” I baulk at him. 

“No, but you probably should check in with your long-term girlfriend, who you’ve been ring shopping with, to see if she’s cool with you moving your vacation.”

“Why is this such a big deal? It’s not like we can’t afford to change plans.”

“That is not the point, Trevor. Why is everything more important than me and what I want?” I wave my hands around in frustration. “I have sat here patiently next to you for three seasons now while you have lived your dream. I’ve cooked, cleaned, shopped, rubbed at your body and held you when you had insomnia because of your concussion. And this is the thanks I get? A moved vacation so you can go do more of what you love while I wait?”

His gaze drops from me. He says nothing. My chest rises and falls rapidly with my heavy breathing. I blink back tears, then look out at the different shades of California gray. I narrow my eyes. Fuck this.

“You know what, go to Worlds. I’ll go to Hawaii by myself. I could use a break from more than just this rain.” My tone is insinuating.

I reach for my coffee cup, walking it back to the kitchen sink and dumping it out. I set it aggressively in the dishwasher then slam the door shut. Trevor sighs heavily then stands, coming to block my path from leaving the room. 

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have asked if this was okay. I’ll tell them no if that’s what will make you happy.” I scowl. “What?” He responds.

“Why do I have to tell you to choose me? Why can’t you just do that?” He opens his mouth to respond as I step back from his grasp, holding my hands up. “I’m done with this conversation. I need space from you right now.”

“Okay.” He steps to the side, letting me pass without another touch or word.

I’m absolutely seething as I walk down to our bedroom. How does he not get it? Why do I have to lead him to the answer? How could he just assume this would be fine with me? I need to calm down and I know the answer is a long, hot shower.

I rip my clothes off when I get in the bathroom, still absolutely seething. Why does anything hockey related come before me? It’s like we have a third person in this relationship at all times. I’m asking for two fucking weeks of his time. Is that really too much to ask after sharing him with the world for the last 7 months?

“Asshole.” I mumble as I light my Sweater Weather candle. I grab a lavender shower steamer, tossing it onto the tile to give me some extra calming power. I take my time from there, trying to refocus my anxious energy into self-care. I do a hair mask. I exfoliate my skin. I stand under the scalding water hoping it will relax my neck muscles. I admittedly shed a few tears too.

After I dry off, I do my whole skin care routine with every oil, cream, and moisturizer I have in my drawers. I lather lotion on every inch of my skin and put in air drying hair cream to de-frizz my hair before it has a chance to poof with the rainy weather.

When I open the bathroom door, I see Trevor sitting on the edge of our bed. His doe eyes lifts to me in the doorway, fingers laced together in his lap.

“I asked for space.” I remind him, walking by his sluggish body to our large closet.

“I know. And I’m respecting that as much as I can. I had to physically restrain myself from getting into the shower with you.” I roll my eyes at him. He’s such people pleaser, it kills him when I’m angry with him.

“Should I get you a gold star?” I quip back. His jaw ticks as he grits his teeth together to avoid a similar retort.

I drop the towel, going to my dresser to grab a fresh set of bra and panties. They’re black and Trevor’s eyes watch longingly as they glide into place against my smooth skin. I reach for a pair of jeans folded in a different drawer. The sound of denim against my legs is the only noise in our large closet. Trevor leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. 

As I get dressed, my inner thoughts begin to swirl, telling myself a twisted victim story that brings tears to my eyes. I sniff as they form, turning my back to Trevor as I reach for a t-shirt. I’m so disappointed and hurt. I feel like he would rather go halfway across the world than spend time with me. When I turn back towards the door, two tears slip down my face. Trevor can’t hold back anymore. 

“I’m not going to go. I already told them no.” He wraps his arms around me, kissing my wet hair. His hands rub along my fresh shirt, pressing me as deep as I can go into his body. “And not because you asked me not to, but because I’m choosing you. I want you to know that it really isn’t a choice though. It’s always you, babe.” I collapse further into his body. “And, I’m so sorry I made you feel like just an option.” His words soothe my inner thoughts until the truth of his intentions are clear again.

“Trev, that’s enough.” I whisper, turning my face to catch his lips. “I know you’re choosing me and that’s everything.”

“I love you so much.” He says between kisses. “I appreciate everything you do for us. And me specifically. I’m so lucky. I’d be lost without you.” I smile against his shirt. “Couldn’t even make my morning smoothie.” He jokes. Last week, he almost turned the blender on without the top on.

“It would be a really sad life for you.” I agree “I’d be fine.” I purse my lips against the laugh.

“Thanks, babe.” He chuckles against my hair. “Keeping it real as always.” 

“It’s why you keep me around.” I pat his butt before stepping away from him. He pulls me back into his embrace.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He nips at my mouth. “You put those sexy panties on and think you’re leaving me?” 

“Thought you were going to the rink.” My heart skips a beat at the molten desire in his brown eyes.

This time, his choice is easy and obvious.

[teenandbeyond]

Could you do Yamcha x Reader oneshot where they go out on a date together?

Yamcha x Reader

Want more from me? mAsTeRlIsT 2

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

⚾Carnival⚾ (DBZ or Dragonball Z)

Warning: Fluff

Where is Yamcha taking you this time?

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“Yamcha, where are we going?”

He chuckled, “I already told you it’s a surprise.”

You tried to take in every detail, curiosity overwhelming you.

You were excited, this was your third date. It was his turn again…and after the one you chose was bad (even if it ended with the two of you being all giggly) you hoped his idea could make up for it.

You snapped out of your thoughts at children’s laughter, machinery, and music.

“A carnival?”

“Yeah, you said you’ve never been to this one. But if you live here, this is a must!”

He paid for both of the tickets to your protest.

“Well, I invited you, right? You did the same thing.”

You huffed in stubbornness but followed him as he took you to the first game he saw.

“I’m the best at this,” he picked up a dart after offering a bill to the stall owner.

“Oh, really?” you smirked, “Impress me.”

“Let’s make a bet. If I get this, you have to share a funnel cake with me.”

You doubted with his clumsiness he’d get it, so you agreed, “Sure, deal.”

His easy smile turned into a concentrated glare at the target as he aimed.

Then he flicked his wrist, stunning you when it hit dead center.

“Huh?”

He gave you the cockiest grin you’d ever seen, “See? Told you I’m the best.”

But then he horribly lost at the goldfish game.

“It’s rigged,” he reasoned.

Then you tried it, the tiny ball easily getting into the tank.

“I—I, well…”

After a few more games, the ratio was even between you.

“What’s next, [Name]?”

You decided to try one of the horror walkways.

As you both walked through the dark walkway, he played a tough front, until one skeleton hand tapped his shoulder, making him yelp.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his demise.

“[Name]! Don’t laugh!”

But it’s cute…

Next, he chose an animal farm, which you were pleased didn’t stink as terribly as others did.

You fed a few of the animals, but when Yamcha kneeled down to feed a baby sheep, the peaceful mood changed.

“Hey, little guy. You hungry? Here’s a carrot—Uh!”

The whole cup was snagged and the little rascal ran off with it.

“My cup…” Yamcha pouted.

You pat his shoulder in understanding, “We’ll get you another one to feed more animals, okay?”

After moving on, you decided to try out rides.

The first are swings, you’re swung around and you giggle with contentment.

Then you get on another ride, one that shoots you up with intense speed.

Yamcha gripped the handlebars for his life, “How many more times are they going to do this?!”

Again, you laughed at his demise.

After that, you got on a few rollercoasters, and you wondered why Yamcha went along with it when they didn’t seem to be his thing.

It was because it made you happy, not that he’d say that out loud.

You took a break, indulging in your shared funnel cake.

“This actually isn’t too bad…”

Yamcha grinned, “Yeah, this family has been making them for about a hundred years.”

“Wow…That’s…impressive.”

He blushed when your fingers brushed.

He was actually in a predicament, he was crushing on you hard.

But he didn’t know how you felt, considering when you first met, you didn’t give him the time of day.

Were you still feeling him out? Did you like him? He wanted to know.

You returned from tossing the empty plate, surprised by his sudden quietness.

“Yamcha?”

“Uh—Yes?”

“Are you alright? You were deep in thought there.”

“I’m fine…just thinking.”

But he wasn’t very good at hiding it, his gaze kept flickering over to you with a frown, then down to your hand, then back into whatever he was thinking about.

You also noticed the added distance between you, like he was being cautious.

Ah, you see what it is.

You weren’t the best with feelings, so you hadn’t realized.

Without looking his way, you played it off as you intertwined your fingers with his.

Internally smirking as his hand warmed, you continued walking.

It’s a shame you missed the goofy grin that tore onto his face, he attempted to smother it with his free hand.

[monstah-kitty-katz]

Introduction

Got inspired by other people's introduction posts so might as well do one real quick.

So hello! I'm Sasha, you can also Call me by Blake, Yami or Lavender

I'm a 20 year old autistic nonbinary artist that loves to draw my hyperfixations and Special interests

I'm a casual Anime enjoyer, Splatoon enjoyer, and Mii enjoyer

I AM THE #1 HEE-JOON DEFENDER YOU CAN TRY TO PRY THAT FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS BUT YOU CAN'T MUHAHAHAHAHA

I will post Occasional NSFW so minors be Alert and Aware I WILL HAVE WARNINGS DON'T WORRY!

I ALSO POST CRINGE! CAUSE LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO WORRY ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK! CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD MUAHAHAHAHA

I can be awkward sometimes so please be patient with me

I use emojis to express myself

I LOVE MAKING AND TALKING ABOUT HEADCANONS FOR CERTAIN MIIS I CAN BE EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT THEM SO UH YEAH! I also can be awkward sometimes so be patient with me or if I talk over you or spam sorry about that like I said I can be excited about certain things so please be patient with me ❤️🙏🏼

And ofc My Boundaries (copied from previously my pinned post)

• When it comes to how I portray some Mii's you have to remember that my interpretation of certain Mii's may not be the same, nothing is wrong with ur interpretation of the Mii characters (as long as you don't portray them as weird or problematic, in a sense that is very insensitive or in bad faith)

•I DON'T CARE IF YOU HATE CERTAIN MII, IM MAKING FANART OF THEM BECAUSE I WANT TOO, LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN!!!

• Please no fighting over who's the best of whatever and please don't shove anyone's opinions down their throats please....

•keep in mind I WILL DO EVENTUALLY some OCCASIONAL NSFW or just suggestive art, so minors please be cautious if you do interact with my content, I don't want minors to be uncomfortable and I don't recommend following me, please go follow more SFW stuff. However I'm still not responsible for people engaging my content I even put it in my bio and I will ALWAYS put a warning to warn people ahead of time.

• any Hee-joon hate here will result into immediate blocking especially calling him a pedophile (LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE)

•How I portray some Mii characters you may or may not like, remember that im making them just as flawed as we are

•please don't force me to draw your favorite Mii, besides requests are not available at this time so draw them yourself will ya :))

• NO DRAMA I CAME HERE TO HAVE FUN!!! NO DRAMA KEEP UR MUSKY MOUTH ABOUT DRAMA TO URSELF!!

•if you have beef with me then get the fuck out i dunno why ur here lmao 🤣🤣💀💀

•For the love of God please please please!!!! Be civil about my headcanons and what not I just want to share my creations and make the Mii community a better place, my goal is to clean up whatever mess there is and make the Mii community a better environment for everyone 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Edit: decided to fix some typos as well as adding more rules

• you can use my art for inspiration as long as you are not tracing it or claiming it as ur own

• Any hate comments about any other Mii or even me as a person will result in an instant blocking.

• you don't get to control what I post, I will even sometimes make art work that dives into sensitive topics so while yes I'll still have warnings it's still you're responsibility to manage your triggers and to know when to stop engaging content that's not suitable for you

I'm only here to make the Mii community a better place then it was before I know I can't really change how people feel but what I can do is ofc bring justice to certain Mii's and just overall be a positive member within the community 🩷🩷🩷💕💕💕

And ofc here are some stamps