#and let me again say this i fucking want to die whenever i remember that he doesn't know she loves him

[iwasbored777]

I’m actually not normal nor do I plan on ever being normal about Miles mentioning Gwen at the end of the short because it just reinforces how thinking about her brings him comfort. Like he knows she would understand what he’s going through, but she’s not around so talking about her, drawing her, and all that is how he keeps her close 😭 poor Miles he needs the biggest hug. He needs his dad 😭 he needs his inter-dimensional crush 😭 he needs a BREAK

I know! That's what I'm always saying - he's a CHILD carrying responsibilities of an adult.

As if the scary dream wasn't relatable enough, it was even more relatable when he started talking about his crush right after having the wildest nightmare cuz when I wake up from the worst nightmares ever I too am just grateful that it wasn't real. I think of something that makes me feel better and so did he he was like "wow that was the craziest thing ever and life is hard but I'm in love so let's think about that for a while".

[vienssunshine]

It's Too Much

pairing: Choso Kamo x fem!reader nsfw: dom!reader, inexperienced!Choso, premature ejaculation word count: 1.5k author's note: this idea took third place in the poll, but i was extra inspired from a tiktok my friend sent me description: Choso has been touch-starved for so long that, when you touch him, it can be a lot, maybe even too much

Choso has never felt another's body against his own that wasn’t attempting to hurt him. For all 150 years he’s been alive up until he met you, physical contact meant pain. But now, he’s beginning to learn that that isn't completely true.

There are similarities between a touch of pain versus…pleasantness might be the word—he hasn’t sorted it out completely yet—as a feeling lingers after contact. A strike leaves an aching bruise, the afflicted area reminding him of the injury whenever the slightest pressure is applied, but when you place a gentle hand on Choso’s shoulder while speaking to him, it leaves behind something entirely different. 

The best way he can describe the initial feeling is as a warmth, and not just due to the intrinsic heat from where your flesh meets his, but one that swells in his chest and spreads out to the rest of his body. After you leave, your touch doesn’t require a mark on his skin or a painful sting like a bruise needs to be remembered, rather, the outline of where your fingers laid on his shoulder simmers on his skin for the rest of the day. 

You fluster him with your casual touches–placing your hand on his forearm or leaning your head on his shoulder–but it helps him work up the courage to start acting on his own desires to feel you. He appreciates how you let him take his time as he explores the little things, like the feeling of holding your hand, intertwining his roughened fingers with yours. He looks up to your face, making sure what he's doing is okay, and you give him a gentle smile, telling him he's doing great. There is that warmth in his chest again. He realizes he likes the feeling of you praising him—a lot. 

Soon, he starts asking for more: to cup your cheeks, pet your hair. One day, he asks to hold your body against his on the bed, feeling your softness and warmth while working hard to regulate the influx of emotions your proximity inspires. Yet, it gets the better of him and he asks something that’s been on his mind for a while: if he can kiss you.

You accept, of course, and with your lips so soft and sweet, things quickly develop, escalating to the point where you are on top of him, straddling his big legs, and kissing down his bare chest to his waistband. He tries to keep still, but your lips feel so good and his hips betray that, gently thrusting up and into you.

“S-sorry,” Choso says, “I…I can’t control it.”

You look up from his chest. “It’s okay, Choso,” you say as you drag your hands down his abs to his waistband, deepening the pink dusted upon his cheeks, “It seems like you want more.” 

“Mhmm,” Choso whimpers, watching as you tuck your fingertips into his waistband and pull it down, freeing his sensitive erection.

Your hands wrap around his length and his eyes flutter closed in bliss. Being touched there is a new sensation for Choso and it’s stirring up a feeling he hasn’t had much experience with.

He thinks it’s arousal, which is, according to Mahito, what causes humans to “fuck.” But Mahito always spoke about fucking in a negative light, describing it as disgusting, primal thing humans do. That perspective doesn't make sense to Choso anymore because whatever you are igniting in him, if it is that aroused feeling Mahito described, feels so good he thinks he would die if you stopped. 

“Do you like this, Choso?” you ask as you stroke him. Hearing his name fall so sweetly from your lips sends a shiver through Choso’s body. 

“I-I do,” he says, moaning when you pay special attention to his pink tip, stimulating the sensitive area with your fingers in a tight circle. He’s been unconsciously bucking his hips up into your fist, chasing more of this unfamiliar sensation that has pressure to build up in his stomach.

“Then, would you like it if I put it inside of me?” 

He hadn’t considered that as a possibility, already so pleasure-drunk from feeling your palm against him, but there’s no way he can refuse your offer. 

“Yes. Yes—fuck—please do that.”

“Alright, Choso,” you say, getting off of him, “You just sit still, okay?” 

His breathy whine tells you that the last thing he wants to do is sit still. You smile, he looks so cute when he’s desperate.

“Just a little bit longer,” you say, intentionally moving slower than necessary just to see how long the poor curse can hold out.

He watches as you pull down your underwear, and the second you remove it, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back on top of him. Then he’s pressing hot, sloppy kisses to your neck, devouring it like a man starved. His passion and intensity make up for his lack of experience, though you note he’s getting the hang of it.

Choso’s barrage of affection is halted by a surprised gasp when you grip his erection and align yourself with it. The hunger in your eyes reminds him of how out of his element he is, but he doesn’t let it scare him, rather, he lets it feed his desire of making you feel as good as he does. 

You hold the tip to your entrance and Choso’s breath hitches when he feels the wetness and warmth of your hole. Slowly, as to not overwhelm, you sink down on him, and he moans—sweet and unbridled—from the way your walls hug him. 

“I’ve—hah—never…felt something like this,” he says, eyes pressed closed, wrinkling the thin black mark running just underneath them. 

Your hands fall onto his built chest as you make it all the way down on him, driving the entirety of his long, slender dick deep within you. His hands fly to your hips when it happens, but then one grabs for your wrist on his chest, circling his fingers around it, needing you to help him through this new sensation. 

“Feels good?” you ask, your voice breathy.

“Feels s’good,” he says, “Too good.” He shifts around underneath you; the pressure he was feeling earlier when you were touching him is becoming inescapable, sweeping through his stomach like a vicious undercurrent. 

“I’m going to start moving now, 'kay?” you say. 

Choso nods but is woefully unprepared for when you begin to lift your hips up and down, pushing his length through your gummy walls. Your movements on top of the information already flooding his senses–your warm skin, rapid heartbeat, fluttering eyes—it's so overwhelming. His head falls back, and even though you’re going at such a slow pace, it feels like your walls are milking him, intent on making the tightness in his core snap.

Choso knows it’s too much for him, but watching your eyes close in pleasure and your fingers dig into the skin on his chest, it makes him want to keep going, to not cum just yet. But with the sight of you naked on top of him and the way your insides are squeezing him, not cumming is a near impossible task. He wants to do a good job for you, to hear you tell him that, but he's sure he won’t last. 

“Fuck, I’m s-ah-sorry,” Choso whines, “I can’t…if you keep moving, I can’t-“ 

“You’re gonna cum already, Choso?” you ask, a wickedness in your voice, “You feel that good?”

You’re teasing him, despite how you find your view beyond erotic: he’s a squirming mess underneath you, with his eyebrows pressed together, face flushed with warmth, and fingers tight around your wrist as he just fights the urge to cum.

“Yes—ngh—you feel s’good, s’good-I’m sorry,”—you feel his cock twitch inside you—“I can’t, I’m sorry, m’gonna-“

He groans, thrusting his hips up into you with a force that requires you to grab onto him to stay put, and empties his load deep inside you, sweet moans interspersed with apologies.

You’d be more disappointed in him for not lasting long, but with this being his first time in a while, you’re willing to forgive—especially after being treated to his endless, pretty noises.

When he comes down, you press a kiss on his cheek, “Too much, Choso?” you ask.

“I’m sorry, you just felt so good,” he says in between pants. His poor body is shaking, his chest is heaving, and a pink flush burns all over his pale skin. 

“It’s okay,” you say, “I enjoyed that.” Only, you wish you had been able to cum, too. Seeing him writhe underneath you has your cunt aching for attention.

He sits up, and you feel his cock move inside you. “Still, I wanted to last for you.”

“Sweet boy,” you say, pushing a few strands of dark hair out of his face, “You did great. I know it’s been a while since you’ve done anything like this.” 

He’s still pouting, but his frown turns into a smile when an idea hits him. He flips you over with ease—sometimes you forget how strong he is—and pulls out of you, keeping your legs open so he can bring his face down to your cunt, wetness mixed with his own cum seeping out of it. 

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “Let me make it up to you, I haven’t gotten to feel you on my tongue yet.” 

[nadvs]

Would you ever write reader and rafe running into ty at a frat party or something a few years into college and how that would go down? Or just what would ever happen if they saw him again?

omg yes!! rafe is so protective that he doesn’t even give ty a chance to see her 😭

set in the home before dark universe

she would be unable to erase the date ty’s set to be released from prison from her mind. at that point, she graduated and is working and engaged and living with rafe and every time she sees the date on her phone even weeks leading up to when he’ll be let out, she feels like she’s just as scared as she was the night he broke in.

the day before, she mentions it to rafe. he remembered. he hoped she didn’t. he can see the emptiness in her gaze. it’s the same look he saw when she went to the police to file the restraining order, the same look he saw throughout the trial. it’s like she gets so scared that her mind goes blank to keep her from losing it.

he loves her too much to allow her to relive any of it.

rafe calls the lawyer who helped her through the case, asking what to do if ty tries to contact his fiancée. she tells him the protective order has lapsed at this point and ty technically can be in her vicinity, can even talk to her, and he wouldn’t be breaking any laws.

rafe is fuming. but he’s not surprised. he always found the law to be senseless. and he knows he’ll have to take matters into his own hands.

within a day, rafe tracks him down. night has just fallen as he pounds on ty’s front door, in a rundown dingy apartment building on the south side of the island, purposely covering the peephole.

when ty opens the door, he wavers in fear, trying to swing the door shut but rafe already has a foot in the space.

ty shuffles backwards, clearly terrified of the man who shot him years ago.

“what do you want?” he asks rafe, trying to sound steady. “what are you doing here?”

“you need to leave town,” rafe tells him. “do you understand? go wherever the fuck you want. i don’t give a shit where. but leave.”

rafe feels the side of him he hasn’t felt in a long time coming out. pure rage boils through him. he could kill this man for the mark he left on the love of his life. he could do it with his bare hands.

“you think i don’t want to?” ty says, up against a wall now. “my parents cut me off after… listen, i don’t want to be here. everyone knows me. they know what happened. i’d love to get off this fucking island. but this is all i can afford right now.”

rafe considers him, his fists clenched at his sides. and he realizes things are different now. he can’t just give into his aggressive impulses whenever he wants. his choices affect her. he’s building a life with her.

he could kill ty. honestly, he would. but to put her through the consequences of committing a crime like that isn’t worth it for rafe. no matter how much he loathes the person he’s looking at right now.

“how much?” rafe asks through gritted teeth. “how much for you to be gone for good?”

he wants to die at the thought of giving anything to ty, but really, he knows he’s giving something to her.

ty mutters a price, more than enough for transportation to the mainland and presumably a few months of rent, but it’s hardly pocket change to rafe. he tells him he’ll wire it to him and that he needs to be gone by tomorrow night.

then, rafe steps closer to him, grabbing his collar, staring at his frightened eyes.

“if i see you around here,” rafe threatens, “if i even hear about you around here, and i swear to god, if you try to get near her, i’ll kill you. do you understand?”

“yeah,” ty says shakily. “yeah. i understand.”

rafe gets home to his fiancée that night, finding her in front of the tv. she’s still not entirely herself, clearly on edge.

“hey,” she says. “where were you?”

rafe leans down, sitting next to her.

“you never have to worry about him again,” he says.

“rafe…” she says, face dropping in worry, immediately knowing who he’s talking about.

“i didn’t do anything to him,” he says. “but you won’t see him around. he’s leaving the island.”

“h-how?” she stammers.

“how about this?” rafe says, shifting closer to her. “how about i promise you that he’s gone and we never have to talk about him again? it’s like he never existed, alright?”

her eyes sweep over his face, her breathing suddenly fast.

“okay,” she finally whispers. she trusts in him wholeheartedly.

rafe confirms that ty is gone the next day, his apartment already up for rent.

for the next few weeks, he doesn’t let his girl out of his sight. he hires a private investigator, who finds ty on living in the mainland like he said he would be.

eventually, rafe can breathe easy. and when he sees her slowly acting like herself again, unafraid to go out into public, he knows he did his job.

he has always wanted to take care of her. even when they were just a couple of kids. he’ll keep her safe until his last day on earth. and by the way she falls asleep curled up to him every night, he can tell that she knows she’s protected.

as they lie in bed, her hand is on his chest, and he wonders if she knows that every one of the heartbeats she’s feeling is for her.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 48

chapter 74:

1. NOT SIRIUS TELLING REMUS TO FUCK HIM AND THEN FINDING OUT HIS DAD IS ON THE PHONE. ID DIE- 💀💀

2. not remus going from: FUCK ME PLEASE to never touch me again, i am unworthy and but an evil temptress

he just went from one shade of dramatic to the next

3. “Remus likes that he can leave doors open and come and go as he pleases. He likes that he can just randomly take a walk whenever he wants, going anywhere and as far as he wants to, hearing the birds sing and letting his new home leave a lasting imprint in his mind, taking shape, something to settle in. He likes that he has the freedom to do anything, and really, all he ever wants to do is just—exist. Just be”

crying when i literally have an exam tomorrow at eight am. 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

4. wolfstar is living my dream. i can’t even begin to tell you. they’re living my dream. i’m so unwell knowing that they get everything i want. i’ve never wanted to be sirius more in my life at this point

5. BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA SIRIUS PROPOSES WITH A SPOON i- that’s the faggotiest thing i’ve ever seen

6. awwwwwwwww remus said yes!! this is the cutest proposal i have ever seen in my life

7. they.. they are making out on the dirt ground of the market surrounded by people

8. “"Was it at least a nice spoon?"

"Worst spoon I've ever seen."”

LMAOOO

9. god i love sapphics. lily has the most dramatic proposal planned for mary. i love lily

10. awwww lily’s gonna have a baby with mary sometime in the near future. they have their own little family!!! i get so happy thinking about it

11. “In Alice's story, he may be the villain, but in his? In his, there was no villain, just pain, and now peace.” yes yes yes YES

12. awww it’s both sad that sirius leaves his mind during his wedding but also so sweet that remus stops the wedding so sirius can remember every bit of it

13. i cried at how happy sirius was to find out that remus waited for him at their wedding

14. pandora has no shame oh my god

15. but also!!!! canon polyam couple 💃🏼💃🏼

16. FHSHDJSJSKJDKDKSJKSKD REMUS AND SIRIUS ARE GONNA BE FOSTER PARENTS OH MY GOD

17. remus being there for lily during the pregnancy test is so special to me. what if i gnawed plastic or mulch or chomped glass? huh? huh???

18. holy shit. regulus babysits for one afternoon and suddenly he’s adopted two more kids. jesus he works fast

19. HARRY!!

20. domestic jegulus raising kids!!!!!!!!!! AND LILY ISNT SURROGATE!! SHES RAISING HARRY WITH MARY!!! 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

21. oh gosh they’re gonna adopt teddy, huh? i can’t wait for this oh my god

22. uhhh i was so invested in the story that i literally don’t have anything else to say about the end of this chapter. i was so fixated on this i swear

chapter 75: FINAL ONE OMG

1. remus is being so gay over sirius in a dress. and bud, me too. me toooo

2. “”You want to know something?"

"What?"

Regulus watches the rain come down, his lips still curled up as he murmurs, "I would have volunteered for you, too."”

i’m crying so bad over here. tbh i think my period is about to begin because i also cried over the episode in my little pony where they all tell the stories of how they got their cutie marks and then the mane six find out they were all connected by rainbow dashes sonic rain boom.

3. i finally recovered then got emotional over the horcrux hornet

4. shdjsjjsjsjs the hat made a full circle

5. EVAN!!! look every time i forget about him, his presence comes back to smack me in the face and hurt me

6. 😟 that’s it? i’m done? i’ve been reading this for months, and i finally finished. i feel both so completed and so very incomplete.

7. it’s over. huh. it’s really over. well. yeah.

[base0h]

CORAZON IS REAAALLYYYYY CLUMSY!! And I was thinking about a s/o even more clumsy than him, who almost die every day! So can I have a headcanons/scenario/one shot/drables (as you want) with Ace, sanji and law with a s/o who’s more, REALLY MORE, clumsy than corazon? Oupsss I forgot say « Hello ».. Sorry I’m so impolite. Hi! I hope you pass a good day or evening or night or morning..!

a/n - hi hi anon :) i love this idea 😭💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack 😂

Dumb ways to die

- every time you slip on the stairs, trip on air, fall because of literally nothing, this man will save you

- and he’ll do it in the most romantic way possible

- he’ll catch you bridal style and give you a dip kiss while smiling like a romantic little shit

- “Be careful my love, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” he’s such a simp for you

- he has a sixth sense that is triggered whenever you’re about to fall, he could be in the middle of a convo with the most gorgeous lady he’s ever seen (Pft I’m joking ofc it’s you bro)

- “Excuse me, my amazing y/n is about to trip on their shoelaces.” fucking zooms away

- he has not dropped you, a single time

- and he will hold true to that, no matter what

- I swear whenever he catches you that true beauty car scene plays 💀💀💀

- bastard would honestly just let you fall and hurt yourself so you learn to not be as clumsy

- “Why didn’t you catch me, you’re literally right there!”

- “You’re not dead or hurt right?”

- “THAT’S NOT THE POINT LAW.”

- bitch. 💀

- ok this continued until he saw Sanji catching you before you fell like the gentleman he is, ohhh now the game is on

- you could be on the stairs and he’d be right behind you, just waiting for you to fall

- “y/n are you feeling off balance today?”

- “no- why?”

- “uh- just wondering” he will stay behind you, ALL DAY. AND I MEAN, ALL FUCKING DAY. To make sure HE catches you, and no one else

- no one, I mean no one, is allowed to catch you other than him (and Luffy bec he really doesn’t care 💀)

- thank Sanji for his new “caring” behavior 🥰

- he’s managed to catch you once, just once, and it was when you two met in the most cliche, korean drama way-

- “Oh- you ok?” you stare into his brown orbs as his devour yours

- “Oh- um… Yes, thank you f-for catching me.” you turn away shyly, your cheeks pink from embarrassment

- …I’m gonna go die now 💀

- but anyways- yes, that was the only time he’s been able to catch you

- the other times, he’s too busy laughing at you because he’s confused as to how you tripped on air 😭

- “BAHAHAHAHA Y/N YOU’RE AMAZING! HOW’D YOU DO THAT?!”

- “SHUT UP AND HELP ME UP DIPSHIT!”

- pls he’ll laugh about it all day long and bring up that one time you tripped and fell straight into the ocean literally every single day

- Out of nowhere he’ll start giggling, “Ace what?”

- “remember- when you tripped on your own weapon and fell into the ocean? *WHEEEZE*”

- you ignored him for the next hour or so, and he came crying back saying he wasn’t going to laugh at you again

- he laughed about it within five minutes

a/n - law sucks 💀

[acciocriativity]

DIFFERENT AS BLACK AND WHITE - JYH (FROM THE 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT)

(Pictures are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Requested from anon

Thank you so much for the request 💕 This was so much fun to write, but damn it took me so long and I'm so sorry! I tried my best to make this bold cat black reader, but you guys let me know your thoughts!

Ateez Masterlist

You couldn’t blame the shock on anyone’s face whenever you and Yunho went out together in a friendly manner, even though it pains you to say it out loud. But it doesn’t mean it wasn’t annoying to notice it for the 150th time, someone whispering about the two of you behind your back in a restaurant nearby your office.

You took another deep breath as you played with the chains of your bag on your lap, a simple way to relieve stress that Yunho wouldn’t notice and wouldn’t ask about it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, you noticed his beautiful smile turn into a slight frown. “You’re pouting”.

There’s no way in hell that you are pouting, so you could only look at Yunho with the utmost outraged expression you could muster, but these days, it wasn’t much. That stupid motherfucker knows he makes you smile with a snap of his fingers.

“I’m not”.

“Oh really? So you are not looking like a pouty puppy right now for a reason you don’t want to tell me”.

“I’ll let slide the fact that you just called me puppy, what do you want to order?”, you held up the menu as you tried your hardest to keep yourself together.

He always knows somehow, but never pushes you more than you want to tell him. In his mind, someday you would open up to it, but that’s where he is wrong. You rather die than let your secret off your heart.

“You’re doing that again”, Yunho whined as he pushed the menu in your hands down.

You were surprised just as much as he was. That wasn’t thought through at all. Now, he was the one pouting, and you didn’t want anything else besides kissing it away, but you couldn’t, could you? You were paralyzed by the scene in front of you.

Yunho was mesmerizing without knowing. The way his blonde hair moved ever so slightly by the slow wind coming from the nearby windows, how his eyes would become little lines when he laughed and his ears would turn red as he lowered his head anytime you complement him.

He was so beautiful, and you were so frustrated that he would never think the same of you.

“Excuse me”, that same sweet voice that whispered how cute Yunho was behind you, sounded confident now. She stood beside your table, a nice smile on her face as she focused solely on him.

Fuck me, why does she have to be soo his type too?

Her good girl style matched perfectly with his husband material style. The epitome of the perfect girl for Yunho, which you always knew it wasn’t you. Sometimes you wondered if you just changed a little… then you remembered who you are and how you’d never do that, not even for him.

You wanted to throw yourself off the window as Yunho gave her a perfect polite smile, which was what a nice reasonable person would do, but you stopped caring about reasonable for a long time.

“I was just wondering… are you two on a date right now?”, she barely looked at you while saying that. “I don’t want to bother, if you are”.

“Yes, we are, so you can go back to whisper behind our back”.

It was a tough competition between who was more surprised, Yunho or the girl, yet you remained as calm and collected as you were, staring straight at her. Her smile fell so fast, her demeanor changing as quick as her confidence left her body.

It was a pleasing sight to watch, you couldn’t lie to yourself. Maybe if she wasn’t as dismissive of you, you could feel empathy and regret, but that was far from the case.

Yunho held in the waves of emotions going through him as the girl focused back on him, to confirm what you just said, in hopes maybe he would like her more somehow.

“I think your friends are calling for you”, Yunho said as he looked from the girl to the others behind your table.

She didn’t need another sign to excuse herself.

Yunho never stared at you with this much intensity, he wasn’t smiling. Your own confidence and poker face begin to slip up as you waited for him to say something, anything, even laugh at the scene that just unfolded.

Even if everything goes down hill with Yunho now, she also doesn’t get to be with him.

It’s a selfish thought, but it’s one that brings a tiny bit of comfort to your heart as you heard them all leave the restaurant.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His question made you want to scream. There was so much you never said, so much you didn’t want to say still, what does he know now? That you’re jealous of him? That you like him? That maybe you’ve been into him for some time? Then he doesn’t know anything at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me that people whispering about us bothered you?”

He wasn’t asking the right question and he knew it. But now you know that he heard it too, that he notices every time it happened too, and still never said anything about it.

Your eyes fell to the menu in your hands. You could barely think, but he was waiting for a real answer.

“It doesn’t”, you heard the scoff leaving his mouth. “It didn’t-”, you correct yourself. “It didn’t, but these people need a lesson to mind their own business, don’t you think?”, you looked up at him again, the walls around you raising again.

“I do”, he leaned on the chair, a smirk growing on his face. “So, we’re dating now?”

“Fine, tease me about this as much as you want”, you smiled to yourself, not a happy one, no, but a content enough smile. “It must be fun for you to have that much attention”, you didn’t want to sound bitter, but you were.

“But I only want your attention”. He didn’t even hesitate to say that. His eyes looking for yours, but you still refused to look him in the eyes. “Hey-”, his hand grabbed yours and held it into his as you let go of the menu. “Don’t you believe me?”

He leaned in, his face tilted to the side as he watched your every move. You felt burning hot with all of his attention on you, specially like this, like your answer, like you, could make his night or ruin it.

“Of course I believe you, but that doesn’t make a difference at the end of the day be-”, you looked up at him.

“Because you act like you don’t like me even if you do”, he interrupted you.

You both went silent, trying to decipher each other’s reactions.

“You only figured that out now?”.

Once again, you caught him off guard. Yunho expected at least a shy smile from you, but he was the one blushing. The thought of you liking him for a long time made his heart flutter.

“Are you going to show me how much you like you me now?”, he wet his lips, catching your attention to it.

That shut you up, and he smiled wide, clearly satisfied with himself.

“Since when did you get that bold?”, you couldn’t resist the urge to smile yourself.

“Oh, you know perfectly who did this to me, don’t even pretend like it wasn’t you”.

You kept the act, even thought you knew it was true. You never let Yunho’s parents dream about it, but you were the bad influence between the two of you since you two met, all of those years ago.

Then, you gestured for him to come closer to you, and he did in such a naive innocence, that almost made you feel bad about the things you said next.

“What about we go to your house, so I show you all the things I still want to do to you, hm?”

You left the restaurant with a clearly embarrassed, distraught and hurried Yunho pulling you to his car. You both didn’t have much time of your lunch break, but that didn’t mean Yunho wouldn’t use every single second of it to his advantage.

[aemehhh]

Gyro boyfriend HCs!!

there is way too little on my man Gyro. He's my favorite blondie and I love him to no end. Might be a little self-indulgent, but I hope you don't mind! Also, not beta'd, we die like men. Also also, English isn't my first language, I apologize for any mistakes ;;

Hope you like it!~

Gyro is exciting. Being with him always leaves you breathless and your heart feeling as though it is going to burst from all the adrenaline.

Expect him to grab you by your waist with one hand as his other hand grabs your own, pulling you into a dance when you're in a bar after reaching the end of a stage.

Let's say you are riding along with him and Johnny in the SBR; contrary to popular belief, he wouldn't flirt with you immediately, he would actually be quite hostile and rude. An actual asshole, to be frank. Hell, Johnny would be a lot nicer to you than Gyro in the beginning.

However, the more you guys experience, the closer you get. Gyro starts taking a liking to you.

It is definitely a "you fell first, he fell harder" situation.

He is a tough guy to crack. Not in the sense that he doesn't seem cool, or funny, but in the way that he fundamentally doesn't believe he is a good person. He is, but he doesn't think he is.

Once you guys actually are together, he'll be bold. Very, very bold.

We all know he is a jokester, he'd make up a million cheese songs just for you to crack a smile.

Gyro also doesn't mind PDA; he'd be absolutely shameless. Kissing you in front of others? Of course, why not?

Hands are on you. All the time. If you're not on your horses, he'll have his arm around your shoulders or your waist.

Forehead kisses. He loves them. You always get one before you guys mount your horses. After all, it could be the last time he gives you one.

Speaking of, you get a fucking heart attack way too often for your own good. Gyro gets injured really bad in 90% of SBR fights, so of course you worry about him! Once he is okay again he'll tease you about it though.

"Aww, were you worried about me, tesoro?" With his big fucking smirk. Asshole.

Yes. You were. You punch his shoulder before you break down in small sobs.

His face will fall for a moment, seeing you like that. It still doesn't feel right for him to have someone worry about him that way, so it might be a little awkward for him to handle at first.

He'll hug you though! And he'll give you another forehead kiss and tell you he's okay.

I imagine Gyro's love language to be acts of service. He can't express his feelings well with words, it's too awkward for him and he isn't used to that. So instead, he'll do things to show you he cares.

So, of course, Gyro will cook for you whenever he gets the chance to. Gyro doesn't trust Johnny to do it, and he feels as though it is at least one way he can spoil you.

When you say you like something, expect it to appear in the next 3-5 business days. It always depends on if you reach a town or not, but he will definitely try everything in his power to show that he remembers what you tell him. After all, Gyro is quite attentive when it comes down to it. His ass might act like a dumbass a lot, but he cares about you, and he wants you to be aware of it.

You'd definitely be the first one to tell him that you love him.

And it will be the first time he's speechless in your presence. He'd be frozen and try to process the information.

It would take a while for him to say it back. But he will get there, eventually.

The day he tells you he loves you, is also the day that you get to know his real name. It's a nice moment, and you thank him for being vulnerable with a soft kiss to his lips.

He is definitely smitten for you, if you ever get hurt, he WILL panic internally and do everything in his power to treat your wounds before he treats his own. (yes, even if he were to be actively bleeding out.)

All in all, being with Gyro would be filled with A LOT of different emotions, and you wouldn't trade it for a thing.

Bonus: no, you're not allowed to ride Valkyrie. Why would you need to? You have your own horse.

[doggone-devil]

How (Not) to Summon a Demon: Chapter 7

SURPRISE!!!!!! It's another chapter! What? So soon! You betcha! The last chapter had me in a chokehold and I just couldn't. Stop. Writing. So here's chapter seven, lengthy af. Like... it's longer than all the others. I'm so sorry, but it's necessary, I promise! Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of blood, death, violence, Alastor being Alastor Word Count: 3,477 … what have I done XD (Link to the Ao3 posting just in case you wanna read it there and not here!)

“Maybe it’s about a subscription,” Veronica says as you pace back and forth in your room. “You know, letting you know a free trial is up?” You shake your head. You knew what the text was as soon as you saw it. It had woken you up from such a wonderful dream, your mind reeling when those seven letters glared at you. You had laid there, waiting for hours, until you heard Veronica leave her room in the morning before dragging her into yours.

“It’s him, I know it,” you seethe, trying to stay calm. You’re unsure how he even got your number, but if he had that much, then he knew everything. Where you lived, where you worked, who you were in contact with. Veronica. You glance towards her, guilt rising in your chest. She was only aware of the basics of your past fuck up, barely scratching the surface of the shit pile that laid beneath. He could hurt her, no. He would hurt her. Just to get to you.

“Ok, so your crazy ex has your number, no big deal! Just block him.” Veronica grabs your phone, tapping the number of the message. It disappears. “See? Gone.”

“It’s not that simple,” you say, sitting on your bed, placing your head in your hands. “He’s a creep, a level ten stalker. He’ll stop at nothing to find me. Again.” You flinch as you remember everything. He had been such a smooth talker, charming his way into your heart with empty promises. It was a high school love, a dream come true. The unpopular girl getting the prom king type story. After graduation, when the two of you moved north,  that dream turned sour. His true colors slowly showed themselves as he took his anger out on you, the marks on your lower back and upper thighs evidence to that. You managed to run away, to leave him but not for long. Within a few months, he had found you and the treatment was worse. You thought you were going to die, at the hands of that merciless pig.

How you managed to escape the second time, you were unsure. Call it the will of the Divine, but you did escape. You had returned home, scared and always looking over your shoulder. It took Veronica nearly a year just to get you to go anywhere. She thought it was just cause your ex was an asshole. She didn’t know how his hands had been wrapped around your throat, how he sneered at your face turning blue, or how he laughed when you coughed in attempt to regain your breath. He was a monster and now he had found you.

“Girlie, ain’t nothing going to happen,” Veronica says, bringing you back to the present. You don’t mean to flinch when she reaches for you and she pulls away. You apologize but she shakes her head. “Not in this house. There ain’t nothing to say sorry for, ok? You got me here, and even Alastor! He sure as hell will protect ya!”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t see how he looks at you?” You gawk at her, eyes wide. “Figured you didn’t. You’re blind as a bat, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” you ask in disbelief.

“Girlie, that man has looked at you with hearts in his eyes since he showed up. He is hooked.”

You bark out a laugh, bewildered by her statement. “Veronica, I’ve only known him for, what, two days? Three? We barely know each other!”

“Time has nothing to do with love, honey. It can show up and bite you on the butt whenever it wants to.”

“No,” you deny, shaking your head. “It’s impossible.” Not to mention, he’s a demon. You’re pretty sure love is an emotion demons can’t feel, whether they were human before or not. Right? You stand and walk to the foot of your bed, crossing your arms.

“Any why is it impossible, hm?” Veronica follows, stepping in front of you with her hands on her hips. “For the past five years, I’ve been trying to get you set up with someone. I’ve been patient cause I figure it’s hard getting over shitty exes, but girlie, I’m tired of seeing you feel bad for yourself.” You look away from her gaze, guilt rising in your throat. “It’s about time you let someone love you.”

“I can’t.” Your arms drop to your side. “I’m not…”

“What? Worthy?” Veronica looks at you angrily. “You’re worth far more than you think. I see it.” She tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at her. “And he does, too. Give him a chance.”

“Veronica,” you sigh. “He doesn’t like me.” He can’t, you think. He’s only here because you summoned him.

“Alright, that’s it!” You startle when Veronica claps her hands. She walks to your closet and starts yanking out clothes, throwing them right and left.

“What are you doing?”

“Picking an outfit for you,” she answers, spending a second to look at a pink shirt before tossing it, too.

“Why?”

“We’re going out, that’s why!” She stops finally on one of your nicer, pastel blue shirts. It’s cropped with a white daisy printed on the back. She pairs it with some blue jeans shorts and shoves them into your arms. “Put this on. I’m going to go tell Alastor.”

“Wait, what if he’s asleep?” you ask, trying to stop her without dropping your clothes.

“It’s nearly noon, girlie, I’m sure he’s awake. Now hurry up!” She’s out the door before you can protest, leaving you to stand alone the middle of your room. You sigh and drop the clothes onto your bed, knowing there wasn’t any way you were getting out of this.

 —

Alastor quirks a brow when it’s the black haired woman at his door and not you, taking a second to applaud himself for answering with his human disguise. “May I help you?” he asks, making sure not to sound annoyed.

“Wear something comfortable, we’re going out.”

“Beg your pardon?” Alastor’s grip on his door tightens. Veronica looks at him with a smile.

“Not like that, ya goof,” she explains. “Me, you, and girlie are going out for today. She needs it.” Veronica leaves him after, heading to her own room to no doubt get dressed. Alastor glances towards your bedroom, relaxing slightly. An outing did sound nice. He only got to see New Orleans at night when you had taken him to that strange sandwich place with the green interior. The fact that you thought the food there was worthy of multiple visits astounds him. You obviously didn’t know what good food was and he had been tempted since to show you. Perhaps, after the outing, he’d offer to cook tonight’s supper. Yes, that’s what he’ll do.

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor fixed his clothing. It was an outfit he adored when he was alive; a white button up, dark brown pants with suspenders attached, and black dress shoes.  Satisfied, he walks out to the living room, finding it empty. Not wanting to wrinkle his clothes, he stayed standing by the coffee table, idling himself with nails.

Your door opened first as you step out and Alastor can’t tear his eyes off you. It’s a simple outfit, nothing extraordinary about it, but on you, Alastor is captivated. The blue of your shirt makes your skin glow like the sunrise, beckoning him to come bask in its warmth. He has to still himself to keep from moving toward you as you sit on the couch.

“Sorry about this,” you say, your voice meek and shy. Your cheeks are red and you keep looking at his body. Alastor feels his smile widen, eyes lidded. How deliciously adorable.

Before he can respond to you, Veronica comes out of her room, very loudly to Alastor’s distaste. She’s wearing a more revealing outfit than you, her breasts pushed together and up. Men will no doubt be staring once she’s outside, but Alastor’s attention is already back on you, barely giving her a thought.

“Damn, Al, you don’t dress to disappoint, do ya?” Veronica comments, the nickname sounding revolting from her lips.

“Yes, well, one should always strive to look their best, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Fair,” she shrugs. Alastor’s lip twitches. “Let’s get going. I’m ready to have some fun.”

“Where are we even going?” you ask, standing up. Alastor once again has to still himself, the urge to stand next to you pulling at his core.

Veronica garbs her wallet and tosses you your keys. You’re caught off guard and attempt to catch them, but they slip past your fingers. Alastor reaches out swiftly and grabs them. “Here you go,” he says, watching you take them, the blush from before returning. He chuckles and watches it deepen as you dip away from him, following after Veronica. He straightens up and trails after you, holding the front door open for you to pass through. Veronica is already waiting outside in the hall.

“I figured we could go to Bourbon Street. I haven’t been in a while and it’s got lots of things for us to do there.” Alastor’s eyes widen. He remembers Bourbon Street, the nightlife of New Orleans back in his day, littered with speakeasies and jazz clubs. It wasn’t exactly what he imagined when invited to ‘hang out’. Waiting for Veronica to get a few steps ahead, he lowers himself to reach your ear.

“Is this the same Bourbon Street in the French Quarter?” he whispers, nearly laughing when you jump at his voice. Your face has been a constant red this entire time and he finds the color becoming his favorite all over again.

“Yeah, you know it?” she asks, her voice low to keep Veronica from hearing. He glances at the black haired girl before answering.

“Darling, I was the highlight of it,” he teases. “Though I doubt it’s still the same scandalous street I once knew it to be.”

“What do you mean by scandalous?” she asks but Alastor straightens back up just as he sees Veronica turn toward them. She’s standing by your car now, waiting. Alastor is quick to walk around to the driver’s side and hold open the door as you step in. You thank him, hiding from his gaze as he shuts the door. Veronica waits by hers for him to do the same, but Alastor simply hops into the back. He chuckles low when Veronica huffs with a frown and gets in, fascinating her seatbelt.

The drive to the French Quarter isn’t long and Alastor feels nostalgic watching the newer parts of New Orleans bleed into the city he once called home. It both shocked him and made him proud to see some parts of her never changing despite how big she’d gotten. Since his death, it seemed New Orleans doubled in size, gaining attraction for its historical beauty. It kind of irked him knowing his era was only a fad, a quick interest to younger folks nowadays. They knew more of it than he did, getting to see the evolution through time.

Ignoring the annoyance, he chose to look at you as you drove. Your attention was hard focused on the road, your eyes checking the mirrors and streets every so often. When you caught him looking in the rear view mirror, your eyes would widen slightly and blush. Alastor was becoming addicted to that look on you. He wanted to see more. Too bad it wasn’t just the two of you right now, he thought to himself. He looks away from you. Too bad? Was he disappointed he wasn’t alone with you? Veronica had said this was for your sake, a chance to get you out of the house. He understand that, knowing how important it was to change scenery when things were becoming stale, but why did he want to be alone with you?

This was becoming absurd. Ever since you summoned him up him, things have been different and new. You were suppose to have made your wish by now. Most humans he’d heard of usually did. The demons he heard talk about being summoned would boast about how easy it had been to get the human to wish, especially when told they could be granted anything. Humans were easily entertained and were greedy, wanting nothing but money, fame, or sex. Yet you were different. You wanted nothing, it seemed, even going as far as to asking if you could use your wish for another. Such a selfless act, it had Alastor baffled. He assumed it was then that you caught his attention, wiggling your way into his thoughts. Yes, all you were to him was a fascination, a curious mortal he wanted to know more about. That’s all. 

“Woo, we’re here!” Veronica shouts, breaking his train of thought. Alastor looks up to see her climbing out the car, you as well and so he follows. Looking around, he’s once again surprised at just how much hasn’t changed. His smile grows.

“What do you think?” you ask him.

“It’s like I’ve never left,” Alastor answers, smiling down at you. You don’t seem to notice but your small hands grab his arm, interlocking as you wait by his side. His chest swells and he feels heat itching his nose. “Shall we, my dear?” You giggle, a heavenly sound to his ears, and nod your head. He begins to walk, following Veronica who is already heading down the street into a bustling crowd. It’s definitely more crowded than he remembers.

“I bet these shops weren’t here,” you say. Alastor agrees, looking at all the colorful signs lining the buildings you pass.

“The buildings were, but - oh!” Alastor points to a small shop with an antique sign. “That one is still the same.” You look to where he’s pointing and laugh.

“A dentist? Really?”

“Well, the dentist himself may be long since parted, but the shop itself was around, yes,” he tells you.

“This is so weird,” you comment and Alastor tilts his head.

“How so?”

“I mean, I’ve lived here my whole life practically. I’ve seen these streets hundreds of times, but, walking with you, it’s like seeing them again for the first time.” Your eyes light up as you talk, leaning into him slightly. “You have access to a history I would’ve never been able to know had I not met you. It’s nice, being with you.” Alastor feels something in his stomach stir, something moving around. It’s a strange feeling and he doesn’t like it. Perhaps he’s just hungry.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says. He looks around for your roommate, the other woman long since disappeared. He wants to find something to eat, but doesn’t want to be rude. Then again, if she was doing her own thing, that meant it was just you and him. How nice that sounded, you and him. “Are you hungry, my dear?” You look relieved that he asked.

“Starving. I haven’t ate breakfast yet,” you admit. Alastor hums, searching for a decent spot to pick. There are plenty of restaurants to choose from, some small while others seem to take up a whole block. Some have awfully bright colors and he decides to stay away, not wanting to eat at a place with a giant, yellow M fixated above its doors.

“How about that one?” you ask. You’re pointing at a bistro tucked away in the middle of two larger businesses. There’s barely a soul inside. It’s perfect.

Alastor happily leads you to it, opening the door for you like the gentleman he was raised to be. He finds it unpleasant that you’ve had to deal with men incapable of even this much, wondering just how many have attempted to court you and failed. It would be such a pleasant sight to watch them perish at his hand, watching as they realize with fearful eyes that they never stood a chance with you. He bites his inner cheek to keep his smile from growing sinister, feeling bloodlust crawling through.

“Welcome to The Little Easy! Table for two?" a middle aged woman asks, approaching the two of you with menus. You nod and together, the waitress leads you to an open table. Alastor pulls out your chair, waiting for you to sit before he does. The woman chuckles. "I haven't seen manners like that since my husband was alive!"

"Your husband sounds like a gentleman, then," Alastor comments.

"Oh, he was. A dying breed today, I'm afraid." Again, that statement angers Alastor. Has the world of men truly fell so far after his passing? "What can I get you folks started with?"

"Um," you look at the menu provided, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. He wants to bite it. Wait, what? Alastor quickly looks down, jaw aching. He wants to bite, to maim, to eat. His mouth waters. Hopefully there is something appetizing here, for his sake.

"Can I get the pulled pork po-boy, a side of fries, and a glass of water?" you ask and Alastor perks up. He checks the menu and sure enough, there's a list of famous pressed po-boys. Excitement fills him. He hasn't eaten a po-boy since he was alive, a delicacy that had just recently caught on before his death.

"Sure can, honey, and what about you?" the waitress asks.

"I'll have the roast beef debris, swiss cheese, thank you." She nods and takes the menus.

"And to drink?"

"Water, as well."

"Coming right up!" The waitress leaves and Alastor glances over to you. You're fiddling your thumbs on the table, obviously trying to avoid looking at him. He chuckles, making you look up now.

"What?" you ask.

"I was just surprised, is all," he answers. You tilt your head, nose scrunching up. It reminds him of a rabbit. "Po-boys were a classic in my time. I'm surprised they're still around." You smile, nodding.

"They're still a classic," you state, folding your arms on the table and leaning forward. He forces himself to stay locked on your face, ignoring the way the collar of your shirt dips down. "New Orleans is famous for it's shrimp, jambalaya, po-boys, and voodoo. At least, to tourists, it is."

"And what do you find it famous for?" Alastor asks.

"Well, as silly as it sounds, I kind of like it for the bayous," you admit, blushing slightly. Whether from him or embarrassment, he's unsure. "Most people look at them and think, ew, muddy waters and alligators. I look at them and think -"

"Beautiful."

You look back up at him and smile. "Yeah, beautiful. The moss covered cypresses, the way the sunlight dances on the waters, it's captivating. I love them." Alastor nods, knowing the feeling.

"The bayous were also an admiration of mine when I was alive," Alastor says, watching how you lean closer to listen, enthralled. "They weren't exactly a playground back then, people often warning not to go in unless you sought the workings of a voodoo witch. Yet I found them peaceful, using them to take quiet walks whenever the city became too much."

"I get that," you comment and he knows you're telling the truth. He can see it in your eyes, that you've dealt with some hardships in life. He wants to take those away, to never let you be burdened by anything ever again. That terrifies him.

"Here's your drinks," the waitress announces, setting down the red plastic cups in the middle of the table. "I'll be right back with your plates." She's gone again and your quick to grab your water, gulping some down to ease your nerves, he assumes. Alastor takes a sip from his.

"I should probably text Veronica," you say, taking out your phone. "I totally forgot about her for moment." As you mess with the annoying hand held thing, Alastor can't help but feel a bit proud. He had caused you to forget about her, your focus only on him. It made him strangely happy.

Happy.

No. What was he doing, acting like some school boy? He was a powerful Overlord, for Hell's sake. A wretched demon who tore apart any who defied him, devouring them and basking in their screams. He sent fear shivering down the spines of all who unluckily crossed his path. To you, he would - he… He sighs inwardly.

Who was he kidding? Whatever it was you were doing to him, no matter how much it angered him with the way his dead heart felt, he wasn't going to stop it. Alastor had already decided, soul or not, that you were his.

Now he just needed you to make the wish, so that you could never escape him, even in death.

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[stargirlfeyre]

Shit that Rhys gets hate for that never happened in the books or that are completely justified.

“Plotting to become High King.” Rhys has never stated that he wants to be High King and he’s actually said multiple times that he has no plans of becoming one. The idea was brought up by Amren and was shut down quickly by him. I don’t get why y’all are hating on him for it when he literally agrees with you?

“Trying to kill Nesta.” Sadly Rhys has never actually tried to kill Nesta. He threatened to (just like she threatened to kill her baby sister) but he has never done it and he even says that he would never hurt anyone Feyre loves. Quick question though. Nesta’s threat towards Feyre is excused with “she was just angry because her boundaries were being pushed” but why is that logic also not applied to Rhys? He was angry because his wife had a miscarriage thrown in her face. Yet these instances aren’t treated the same?

“Threatening to kill Nesta just because she told Feyre the truth.” The reason he threatened her was not simply because she told Feyre. It was because of how she told Feyre. She threw a dead child in her sister’s face (his child along with Feyre’s) and not only that but she blatantly lied to her sister and said everyone was just going to let her die in ignorance while knowing that that wasn’t true. If someone you cared about was told their child was going to die in the same manner that Nesta told Feyre would you be upset?

“Bullying Tamlin.” His bitch ass deserved it. What do you want me to say?

“Bullying Lucien.” He also deserves it. Seriously though what reason would Rhys have to like Lucien? He’s besties with the man who got his mother and sister killed, he’s the man who tried to force his mate back to her abuser, he’s the man who looked at Feyre with disgust for simply being a part of the IC. What reason do these two people have to like one another? Lucien disliking Rhys is fine but Rhys disliking him is bullying? Need I remind y’all that these are both two grown ass men?

“Forcing traumatized Priestess to work for him.” I didn’t even think people were dumb enough to hate on him for this but here we are. The library is not a prison for the priests who live there. It’s a sanctuary where they are taken to heal and they can leave whenever they are ready to. There are even counselors/therapists there to help them.

“Purposely keeping Nesta ignorant about her powers so he can control her.” If I remember correctly it was actually her who chose to refuse to learn about her abilities and it was her who threw a tantrum when they suggested that she starts learning again. The IC never forced Nesta to be powerless or under their control. She willingly refused to learn about her powers.

“Hating Nesta and abusing her because she didn’t bow to him.” I don’t even know how many times it’s said and shown that Rhys doesn’t enforce rank unless he absolutely has to. His own friends talk shit to him but you actually think he disliked Nesta because she did it? Maybe just maybe his dislike for her came from him watching her repeatedly hurt his wife? You can say he was wrong for defending Nesta against Feyre all you want but painting him out to be the bad guy for simply disliking a woman who hurt his wife is insanity.

Bonus: “Brainwashing Nesta to be happy with how everyone treated her.” This argument is just so unserious I don’t even know how to counter it😭.

“Degrading Azriel and forbidding him to see Elain and in the process taking away their choices.” This is just another instance where he was completely justified in his decision. You have to put yourself in his shoes for a second. One, he’s already stressed out because he thinks that his wife, child, and he himself are going to die and the last thing he needs is to be worried about losing an important ally over Elain and Azriel. Two, from his perspective it looks like Azriel just wanted to fuck Elain and he didn’t actually have feelings for her. “Well how could he not know that Azriel likes Elain” because as I stated before throughout Acosf his main priority was Feyre being pregnant and finding a way for her to survive it. Of course he’s not going to notice two people dancing around one another if he’s worried about his wife dying? A lot of you just forget that Rhys is also a High Lord who will put his people above everything (except for Feyre).

Ending it here even though I could go on and on about how delusional a lot of his antis are. This post would just be way too long.

[foxyarchive]

Your Guardian Angel(Or Devil) P3

You go on a date, and Adam can't resist being a dick about it. Set between chapters 1 & 2.

Cross Posted on AO3!

Warnings: Drinking, mild spice, brief dubious consent with Adam(nothing bad, promise).

Words: ~6k

Well found out I'm bad at writing stuff that's not plot LMAO like Reader and Adam shitposting. Wanna do more of it but it's hard for me to write... So probably plot either next chapter or next. Tried to prolong as long as I could soz.

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P1 | P2 | P3

You step out of the shower with a sigh, toweling off your body and drying your hair as best as you can for the time being. You had a few hours until you were going out, so you were going to take your time getting yourself looking nice and presentable. You wrap the towel around your body, bending over your sink to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you’ve finished that, you move to adjust your towel so it doesn’t fall, trying to decide what you want to use on your hair. 

“Weeeeelll, looks like I popped up at the right time.” You scream in shock, your hand fumbling as your towel drops and pools around your feet. You hear a whistle, and look over with a burning face as you see Adam standing just outside your bathroom door, biting his lip and wiggling his brows. 

“A-Adam! Fuck– S-Stop looking!” You crow, trying to cover your bits as best you can as you bend down to pick up your towel. He just laughs, pointing a finger at you as you try to remain a shred of modesty. Your face and body are unbearably warm right now in embarrassment. You can’t even look him in the eye. 

“Chillaaaax, sweet-tits, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Comes his too haughty for your liking response. Somehow, you burn even more at that as you try to wrap your towel around yourself. 

“W-What? You’ve… Seen me naked before?” You tremble a bit, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the sudden admission to the lack of privacy. 

“Duh. I have this orb thing that lets me just look in on you whenever I want. I don’t really use it, though, don’t care enough to watch your boring ass life.” He says it so nonchalantly, you can’t help but to feel goosebumps raise over your skin. The look across your face must’ve caught his attention, as he just gives another wave of his hand and roll of his eyes as he turns away from you. “It’s a Guardian thing, don’t make it fuckin’ weird now. I mean, unless you wanna.” He looks back at you with a sly leer, raising his brows once again. 

“No!” You respond, almost immediately, appalled at the implication. One that an angel was making, no less! Wasn’t he supposed to be more… Virtuous? You do remember the last time you saw him, though… Implied he could really get away with whatever he wanted. There has to be certain boundaries that can’t be crossed, though. He just shrugs, turning away boredly. 

“Your loss, babes.” He makes his way into your bedroom, and you follow after him as you finish fixing your towel around yourself. 

“Isn’t lust a sin?” You can’t help but ask as he spreads out his wings and flops back onto your bed carelessly. 

“‘Isn’t lust a sin!?’” He mocks you in that stupid ass voice again, and you puff out your cheeks in annoyance. “I don’t sin. I’m fuckin’ Adam, in case you forgot. I’m perfect.” He grins, pointing at himself. He then proceeds to roll over to his side, propping his head up with a hand as his elbow rests on the bed. You just suppress a sigh, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. Wait… He was here. Did that mean…?

“Was I about to die?” You suddenly gape, looking around the room, wondering what was going to happen. An earthquake? Maybe you use a blow dryer and you almost get electrocuted? Slipping and falling out of the shower, perhaps? You look back when he doesn’t respond at first, and you see the face he makes. 

“The fuck? No, what?” He frowns, and you mirror the confusion on your face. 

“But… That’s why you’re here… Right? You come around to prevent my death…?” You inquire, slowly, and a small look of realization passes across his features. 

“Oooh… Yeah, nah, I was just bored. Wanted to swing by, see how your shitty mortal life was going.” He declares, flopping onto his back once more, resting his hands on his stomach. His horns rest over the side of your bed. So does most of his body. He’s massive. 

“Are you allowed to do that?” You blink. He turns his head slightly towards you, exasperated. 

“‘Tits, we just went over this.” He deadpans. Oh. Right. He’s Adam. He can do… Whatever he wants, apparently. 

“Err. Okay, right, well…” You shift from side to side, somewhat nervous. Some droplets fall from your hair onto your shoulders and back, despite having tried to dry it off earlier. “Sorry to… Disappoint you? But I’m going out tonight, so I can’t… Hangout??” What do you even say? Did he want to hang out? Just say hello? What kind of weird relationship were you starting to build with your divine fucking angel? 

“Wow, finally doin’ something on a Friday night besides binging a shitty show, doing a game, or jilling off?” He remarks, sitting up now as your face heats up even more. 

“D-Don’t say that!” You groan, turning away as you cover your face with your hands at his crass words. He really does look in on you! You’re not proud about how you spend some of your weekend nights… You like to go hangout with your friends when you can, but everyone can get so busy. You hear him mockingly laugh, which only makes you heat up more in embarrassment. “For your information, I have a date tonight! So if you can just… Fly off or whatever so I can get ready, that would be great, thanks.” You snip over your shoulder, turning and walking back in the bathroom. 

You squeak in surprise as Adam suddenly appears in front of you, wings flared as he hunches over your smaller stature. “A date, huh? Really? You?” He sneers, and you scoff, anger flaring in your chest. 

“Yes, me! That’s rude. I’m attractive! And capable of dating. And holding conversations. I’m doing it with you right now!” You pause, briefly. “The conversation part, I mean.” He hums, giving a small nod of his head, crossing his arms as he tucks his wings back against his side. 

“Uh-huh, suuuure. And you don’t want me to go with you?” He rubs his chin, and you squint at him. 

“What are you getting at? Why would I want you to come with? So you can distract me?” You roll your eyes, inching passed him to go and gather some makeup to put on. 

“Babes, if you’re that distracted by me, maybe it’s best to not go out with some other bozo while you’re thinkin’ about me. After all, I am right here.” He grins, slinging an arm across your shoulder. You stiffen at the contact, swallowing nervously as he dips his face close to yours. Why did your Guardian Angel have to be so horny? Looking at the size of him as well, even if you both did end up tangled in bed, you’re not even certain it’d fit… “Thinkin’ about this dick? Don’t blame you.” He lightly grips your chin with the arm around your shoulder, pushing it to look towards him. He cranes his head closer to you. You’re horrified he caught on to your train of thought. “Don’t worry, it’ll feel fucking great. I’ll make sure that pretty little pus–” 

“No, no, stop!” As he begins to ramble, you suddenly pull yourself away from him, breathing more rapid. To your relief, he just looks irritated, but he doesn’t pressure you or crowd you again. He pulls back, even seeming to flatten his wings a little more against his side to make himself appear less large. “I’m not– You’re not– This is… Inappropriate! I’m like… Your client, or whatever!” You grimace at the wording, even if it’s true. Adam just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. 

“I fuckin’ told you, it doesn’t matter. We can do whatever the fuck we want.” He pauses. “Almost anything. Fucking is on the list, though.” He confirms with a nod. You just groan, putting your head in your hands. 

“I… I don’t… I mean… How could you even want to fuck me?” You can’t help but ask, as you consider this more and more.

“Uuuh. Because you’re hot and got a rockin’ bod?” He lifts a brow. Well, guess that’s some sort of an ego boost for you… or is it? Adam seems like the kinda guy to stick his dick in anyone with a pulse that throws mild attention his way, really. Maybe you should take that comment with a grain of salt, then…

“No, I mean– You’ve watched me my whole life. Don’t you feel some sort of… I don’t know… Protective, parental kinship for me?” You can’t help but ask, grimacing a bit at the thought. You don’t know whether to feel angry or embarrassed as he starts laughing at you, full blown, even hunching over a bit. “Why are you– That’s not funny!” You stutter out. It’s anger you feel, alright. He straightens up some, trying to calm down, wiping a tear from his eye. 

“Oooh. Oh, that’s fuckin’ hilarious, ‘tits. Really, super funny.” He wheezes, an easy grin crossing his features as he puts his hands on his hips. “Nice try, but ah, no. You’re right, in a sense. You’re basically just my nuisance client.” He pauses, tapping his chin. “Mm… Maybe more like a pet.” He mumbles in thought, and you feel another flare of anger. 

“A– A pet!?” You cry in outrage. 

“Yeah! But like, a fuckable one. Shit, wait no, that sounds fucking weird, back that up–” He puts his hands up, and you decide to bite your tongue as you resist the urge to go and pluck his wings. “Uuugh, why are you making me describe this shit! Look.” He finally breathes in, clasping his hands together as he takes a step towards you. You shift a half step back, and he stops, but continues talking. “To me, you’re just this lady I gotta look after. Like I said, I didn’t really actually watch you. Checked occasionally because Sera was on my dick about it, but that’s whatever. You’re like, what, thirty something now, though?”

“I’m–” You begin to offer him your correct age, but he just waves you off. 

“Whatever, you’re old.” You huff at his comment. “You’re an adult, you can make your own fuckin’ choices, yada yada. All I'm saying is: Original dickmaster, right here.” He grins, pointing to himself. You remain silent, still eyeing him, face still slightly scrunched up. Even if you both were two consenting adults(with him falling more along the lines of… primordial demi-God way older than you), you're not losing sight of what you have in mind tonight. Especially not for Adam, who has been quite callous with you. You're not even sure he actually likes you. 

“Okay, well… Thanks for all the clarification. I guess.” You utter the last part under your breath, turning away from him. “Still going out with my date tonight. Still would like it if you weren't there.” You then declare, moving past him once more to go and get ready, and you just hear a scoff leave his throat. 

“You sure ‘bout that? Hear men on Earth are pretty shitty. What if he tries to… I dunno, kill you or something?” He states, and you can see the squint he’s eyeing you with through your mirror. 

“Then you’ll protect me? Like you’re supposed to?” You can’t help but to bite out in response, growing tired of this. Adam hisses out a slow, quiet breath through his teeth, clicking his tongue. 

“I dunno about that… I mean, what if it’s your time? What if this is where you meet your fate? At the hands of some dude you think is cool?” The seed he sows in your head makes you pause at what you’re doing. He did say that he knew when you were going to die, but… He’s just fucking with you. He has to be. 

“Okay, well, even if this was where I was going to die, then who cares? It’s fate, right? You can’t interfere with that.” You roll your eyes, trying to quell the now uncertain flutter in your stomach. He walks forward once more, hovering right behind you as he cranes his neck down slightly to peer at you. You don’t turn around to meet him, only eye him uncertainly through the mirror. 

“Don’t you remember who I am?” He utters to you, quietly, and that makes you pause. There’s no shot he can circumvent your death… Right? Besides, he was just bluffing. You were going to be fine tonight. He backs off, though, abrupt and with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “Just saying. Lotta stuff can happen.” Then he disperses in a flitter of gold. You’ve never felt more uncertain in your life. You assume he’s just trying to get your goat, but the anxiety in you is beginning to try and spin a tale otherwise. You look ahead, just focusing on getting ready. 

The rest of the time you doll yourself up, it’s blissfully quiet, which acts as both a blessing and a curse. You can just focus on the night ahead, but it also lets you mull over your thoughts about what Adam said. He’s just fucking with me. He’s not serious about it. Why is he even saying stuff like that? You ponder as you finally get into your car, heading towards the bar you were supposed to be meeting your date. You park, check yourself in the mirror, and head inside. There you spot your date, sitting at the bartop, and all you can think of currently is thank God you didn’t get catfished. 

“Hey! Ryan, right?” You smile as you approach, and he looks at you, offering a smile in return. He inquires your name, and you nod, unto which he shakes your hand when you hold it out. Well, it starts as a handshake, and turns into a somewhat unprompted hug, which you gingerly return before you sit next to him. 

“It’s great to meet you in person! You look lovely.” He compliments, and you offer a bashful smile, returning a compliment yourself. After you both decide on what to drink and order, he faces back towards you. You both begin to divulge the basics of one another– What you do for work, what hobbies you have, some places you’ve visited before. It’s going fine, and he’s awfully nice, but you can’t help but to feel… A little bored. Any spark you had felt over texting him through the app you’d met him in is slowly beginning to drain. You have a few things in common, but not much, and you can’t help but to feel a little worn down with the conversation. It certainly doesn’t help that you’ve ordered another drink as well. Why the Hell did you do that?

As you’re beginning to feel your eyes glaze over when he talks about a very… Uninteresting work trip he had in a rather monotonous way, something catches your attention. It’s out of the corner of your eye. A flicker of gold. You glance over, seeing nothing of the sort, and shift a bit to draw your attention back to Ryan. Suddenly, your date flinches a bit, and you frown, sitting up. “Are you okay?” You ask, and he rubs the side of his head, glancing around. You look down, noticing a partially discarded peanut shell next to his barstool. 

“Yeah, sorry, I… I thought I felt something.” He frowns, looking back at you, giving a sheepish smile. “Guess it was nothing. Anyways, as I was saying, we arrived at this studio where–” You see the peanut shell coming this time, smacking Ryan square in the ear. He looks behind him, and slowly, you do as well. Your eyes stretch wide in mortification. You see Adam, sitting at an empty table, a smirk on his face with an array of used peanut shells on the table. Someone had just left, and looks like he decided to sit there and bug your date. For a moment, a flicker off worry runs through you. Can Ryan see him? You crane your neck over a bit, but by the look of stark confusion on his features, it’s clear that he can’t. “Did– Did you see anyone throw something at me?” He frowns, and you bite the inside of your cheek. You can see Adam’s grin widen. 

“No.” You respond, because truthfully, you didn’t actually see Adam do it. You’re sure it’s him, though… Ryan just rubs the back of his neck, giving you a sheepish look. 

“I swear, I keep feeling something pelting me… I guess it just must be my imagination.” He murmurs, and your eyes shift past him. You see Adam lining up another shell, biting his tongue in concentration. You give him a warning glare as best as you can without making it seem like you’re pointing your stare towards Ryan, but either Adam doesn’t catch onto it or doesn’t care. He flicks his middle finger, and the shell goes flying, thunking Ryan right on the back of his head. This time, Ryan stands up, flustered as he looks around to try and catch the culprit. You dig your nails into your palms as Adam begins to laugh, pointing at your date as he leans back in the chair. 

“Ahah– You should– You should see his face. He’s so pissed. And confused. Not– Not sure which he’s more of.” He cackles. You try your best– You really, really do. You want to be upset with Adam interrupting things, but you can’t help giving a snort of laughter. You then cover your mouth, trying to stifle it as best as you can as Ryan’s head swivels around to catch the culprit. 

“Are– Are you okay, Ryan?” You try not to wheeze or show that much of a smile as he huffs out, clenching and unclenching his fists. 

“No– I mean, yes, I just– There is somebody here who is pelting me with… With something.” He finally looks at the ground, near him, seeing the shells. “With peanuts, I suppose… I can’t find out who.” You feel guilty, now, as you see the embarrassed look across his features. Even more guilty that you have to pretend like he’s crazy. Is this gaslighting?

“Are you sure? I haven’t seen anyone doing anything.” You finally say. You don’t feel good about it, but what can you do? Tell him your primordial guardian angel that acts like a twelve year old is flicking used peanut shells at him? 

“Yes, I’m sure! I think I am, at least.” He’s looking more and more uncertain now, sheepishly sitting back down. You offer him a comforting pat on his hand as he takes a sip of his drink, trying not to draw your eyes away from him as Adam comes over. 

“This dude is soooo boring. Why don’t you fuckin’ leave already?” He scoffs, crossing his arms as he glowers down at Ryan. You stiffen as you see someone walking in the path of Adam, but to your slight surprise(and relief), the person walks right through him. Adam’s body shimmers and ripples a bit as it happens, but it doesn’t seem to disturb him at all. For obvious reasons, you can’t respond, especially as Ryan speaks back up. 

“I’m sorry, maybe I’m just… Being paranoid. I’m a little nervous, sorry, but the date has been wonderful so far! You’re really interesting, I’m so glad I got to come out here with you.” He admits, smiling a bit bashfully, and you can’t help but to smile at the rather sweet admission as well. You feel your cheeks warm. You see Adam faux gag himself with a finger, and you suppress the urge to snip something to him. 

“I’m glad we got to do this, too.” You respond back to Ryan. Well, even if you didn’t really click, it was still nice to get out and get a drink. Speaking of… Maybe you should finish your second one a little faster. A flicker of guilt passes through you. Perhaps… You could make a bit more of an effort. Ask additional questions about his trip, engage more where you can. “What, uh… Made you want to work as an interior designer? Family, or just something personal?” You decide on, because that can always be interesting. Ryan seems to perk up at the question. 

“My grandmother was one, actually! I didn’t realize how much I liked it until I went with her one day when I was younger to work in an emergency.” He chuckles. “I got to see how she worked, who she worked with, and how she would put some things together.” 

“Ask him if he’s sure he’s actually interested in women.” Adam pipes up, moving to stand beside you, and you grit your jaw at his comment. That almost makes you snap out and snarl at him, but you try not to as Ryan continues to go on about the experience, as well as what pushed him further towards it. “Fucking– This guy is so boring. It’s boring me and I don’t even have to pretend to be listening.” He groans out, tilting his head back. 

Why doesn’t he just leave? You can’t help but to think in irritation. Adam isn’t bound here. Unless… Something is going to happen, but you don’t get that feeling. You watch as your Guardian moves to stand beside your date, now, making a talking motion with his hand while he mimics something similar to ‘blah, blah, blah’ with his mouth. Trying to stifle a noise of anger, you quickly slam down your drink with a sigh, just as Ryan finishes his story. He can see the force you put your drink down with, and he blinks. 

“Are you alright?” He inquires, and you sigh out, giving him a smile. Adam is really grinding your gears. Your head is just a bit fuzzy thanks to the drinks. You can think clearly enough, but you also feel on the edge enough to spite Adam with all of his comments tonight. 

“Yeah, fine. Sorry. Getting a bit loud in here is all. Wanna head back to my place?” You find yourself asking, quirking a brow. 

“Are you fucking kidding me!” It’s more of an exclamation than a question Adam shoots out, and you suppress a smirk, opting for the smile on your face. Ryan seems a little taken aback, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. 

“I got some streaming services, if that’s to your fancy.” You add in. Ryan was boring, sure. You thought that, but hearing Adam say it and egg you on to leave just pushed you to do this. Plus, Ryan was really attractive. Like, totally your type. 

“O-Oh. Yeah, sure, okay.” He smiles, bashful again, how sweet. He finishes his own drink, pays, and the two of you head out. You can see Adam standing in the background, irritation written all over his features, and you can’t help but to sneak a look back at him and stick out your tongue. He just flips you off before he disappears. You tell Ryan to follow you as you get into your car, and he gets into his, and you lead him back to your apartment. It’s quiet when you both walk in, and Adam isn’t even around anymore. Suddenly, you’re a bit irritated he didn’t stick around. You were supposed to be rubbing this in his face… Or something! Maybe not. You wanted him to leave, wanted to spite him, and clearly you did enough to make him piss off. 

You’re… Almost a little sad, now. How awful of you. 

“Sorry, uh… Don’t have a lot of people over. Or room in here.” You admit, as you motion to only the beanbag. It’s giant, sure, but it’s not a couch. “I could grab a chair from the nook, though, if you prefer.”

“No, no, this is fine! I really like it.” Ryan laughs a bit, taking a seat on one end of the beanbag, and you do the same. You flick on the television, and open up a streaming service. You both look through it, trying to decide what to watch, and finally decide on some documentary(courtesy of Ryan choosing it). You settle in, beginning to watch, and you’re just waiting for Adam to pop up at any moment. Nothing. You tap your finger on your arm. It’s quiet. A bit awkward. Ryan is fidgeting a bit, and so are you, and you suddenly wonder how this is going to go. He has the same idea, as he’s stealing glances at you occasionally. 

Well. Fine, then. You didn’t invite Ryan over because he was a good conversationalist. You inch closer to him, and he does to you as well. His arm moves around your back, and you lean closer, gingerly resting your head on his shoulder. A few more minutes like that before he starts to rub his hand up and down your back. You play with the buttons on his top, undoing one deftly. He glances down at you, and you peer up at him, smiling somewhat shyly as he offers back a similar look. He’s the first to lean in, but you’re the first to meet him in a kiss. It begins chaste, even if both of your hands don’t remain so much, before it begins to progress further. 

You sit up a bit more, slinging one leg between his own, stradling one of them now. You feel him lift his leg up a bit, and you can’t suppress the small groan that leaves your lips as you feel rub right up against your crotch. He gives a receptive groan and roll of his leg as you grind against him, bringing one hand to run through his hair, tugging on it. His palms slide down your back and sides, before one comes to grope your ass, and the other briefly fondles your breast, before he tugs on the hem of your shirt. You oblige, popping open another one for his own shirt, and he gets the message. You both briefly split from the kiss to remove your shirts, before diving back in with more fervor. 

As you grind yourself on his leg, you allow one of your hands to travel down and palm him through his pants, able to feel how he’s straining already. For a moment, you both break the kiss for air, and he takes the time to tilt your head to the side, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck and collarbone as he works his hands on the back to unclasp your bra. You pant against him, head tilted, eyes half lidded, before you catch sight of something out of the corner of your eye. You gasp in shock just as your bra comes off, recoiling in fear as you see Adam standing off to the side. To your credit, he looks completely unimpressed, arms crossed, eyebrow raised as he watches the scene. 

Ryan pauses, thinking you were startled by what he was doing. He looks flustered, gaze heavy with lust and confusion. “Sorry! I thought we were… Going to…” He begins, trailing off, and you look back at him, feeling flustered yourself. 

“Yeah! Sorry, I thought… I saw something…” You begin to apologize, and you hear Adam blow a raspberry and give a thumbs down. 

“C’mon, it was just gonna get good! Thought you wanted to fuck him, ‘tits. That’s why you invited him over, right?” He sneers, walking over now, looming over the two of you. You can’t help but to stare up at him, eyes wide, body incredibly warm in both arousal and embarrassment. It looks strange to Ryan, obviously, and he draws you back to him with a hand slowly creeping up your back. “Are… Are you okay?” He asks, quietly, tentatively. 

“Y-Yes, I’m…” You taper off, unsure what to say. Adam shifts to stand behind you, putting a hand on your neck, slowly pushing your body closer to Ryan. 

“Well, go on. Fuck him. You wanted to, right?” He hisses out, and you find yourself trembling. Why is… Why is Adam doing this? Why is he egging you on, when it sounds like he doesn’t actually want you to be doing this? Is this a test? Your trembling doesn’t stop, and that’s finally when Ryan grimaces a bit, pushing you back. Adam doesn’t force you forward anymore, letting you go as your date sits up. 

“We don’t have to do this. It’s fine. It’s, um… A bit late, anyways, I should probably… Head out…” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he takes his hands away from you. You let out a breath, giving a small, spaced out nod as you shakily roll to the side. Ryan grabs his shirt, deftly slipping it back on and buttoning it up. All you can do is sit and watch, feeling Adam squinting at you out of the corner of your eye. Ryan gets to his feet, finally, clearing his throat once more as he looks down at you. “It was… Nice to meet you.” He winces, rubbing the back of his neck, and all you can do is purse your lips and nod in response. He takes that as his queue to leave, awkwardly turning and shuffling out to the door. 

“...Drive safe.” You balk, weakly, after him as the door shuts behind him. You’re still topless, arms covering your breasts, and once he’s gone, you hear Adam sigh out. 

“FINALLY. Holy shit he was soooo boring. Can’t believe you were trying to prove some point by inviting him over.” The angel huffs, plopping down next to you on the beanbag as you grab the remote. You just sit there, frozen, unsure of what to do or say. You feel as awkward as Ryan felt earlier as he begins to flip through channels. “I mean, not like that guy would’ve actually gotten you off I bet.” He laughs, flaring a wing out to slap you with it. You sputter lightly, shifting forward as you feel the soft feathers against your back. “Be a babe and get me some chips, will ya?” Numbly, you just stand up, still trying to process everything that’s happening. You still feel flustered. The inside of your underwear are slick, a true testament to how long it’s been since you’ve fooled around with someone else. 

For a moment, you just stare down at Adam. He glances up at you, looking bored, and then irritated. He opens his mouth to say something, but you finally find your voice. “What– Why– Why did you do that? Interrupt us? Do you know how… How inappropriate that was!?” Now that the shock and embarrassment is wearing off, you finally feel anger broiling to the surface. You wave your hands about somewhat for emphasis. “You could have just interfered with something big for me! What if him and I were like… Fate, or something!? He could’ve been the love of my life! I’ll never know what could’ve been, now, because you popped up and were fucking weird!” You’re flushed again, baring your teeth in anger. What infuriates you even more is that, even though Adam’s eyes don’t have pupils, you can very clearly tell that he’s staring at your boobs. Right, you’re still shirtless. 

“Adam!!” You shriek in frustration, grabbing your shirt and throwing it at his face. It’s his turn to sputter out, grabbing the garment as you snatch up your bra and begin to storm away, starting to put it back on. 

“Chill, bitch, I’m listening! Why the fuck you getting so uppity for?” He snaps out, and you hear him get up too. Well, you hear the beanbag shift slightly, and you don’t even hear him as he seems to glide effortlessly over to you, grabbing your arm and flipping you around to face him. At this point, your bra is back on, but his eyes are actually on your face this time. “I literally helped you!” 

“Helped me!?” You blanch, incredulous at his claim. “How the fuck did cockblocking me help me!? Everything was consensual!” He just sneers at this, poking a finger into your chest. 

“Because you didn’t actually want it. You were just trying to prove a point, weren’t you?” He snips back, and your mouth opens. Goddammit, he’s right… Partially. You had just done it as a ‘fuck you’ to him, with how rude and openly he was complaining about Ryan, but… He was also hot, and it was just a casual fling. What was so bad about that? “Oh, come on, don’t tell me that walking snooze-fest actually was a turn on for you.” He scoffs, and you just shut your mouth. You feel your cheeks burning, and look away, feeling too embarrassed to have this discussion. 

“W-We’re not talking about this!” You finally stutter out, and he makes an incredulous noise as you turn to leave. He just grips your arm again, though, pulling you back towards him. 

“No. Fucking. Chance.” He grits his teeth, hand reaching down to pop the button on your jeans. You squeal out, trying to writhe out of his grasp, but stop with a gasp as you feel his fingers push right past your panties and slide between your folds. A squeak leaves you, thankfully, instead of a moan that wants to come out. You’re still aching, afterall, even after getting upset with this whole ordeal. Adam brings his fingers out, looking over the slick that thickly covers his gloves, and a sneer appears on his face. “Un-fucking-believable that guy got you this worked up.” He snips, glaring at you and your flustered features. That sneer quickly winds into a smirk, though, as he brings his fingers up to his mouth. 

“Don’t–” You try to take control, but can only bite your lip as you watch his golden tongue poke out and drag the two digits covered in your slick down it, before he sucks on them. “Oh my God!” You whine, finally pulling yourself free as you turn away, hands covering your face. 

“Good girls don’t go to Heaven when they use the Father’s name in vain.” His hands are on your shoulders, his head craning near your neck. You feel his breath hot on you, and a shudder runs down your spine as you try to suppress whatever primal urge is inside of you that wants you to turn around and beg Adam to shove his fingers back down your pants again. 

“I– I’m going to bed– Alone!” You finally manage to work out of your mouth, shrugging away from him, rubbing your arms as you try to stem the heat flaring through your body. He doesn’t give follow, and just scoffs once more. 

“Really? You just gonna go to sleep blueballed?” You hear him huff. “Dickmaster right here, remember!”

“Fuck you!” You snarl back, the events of tonight playing out in your mind once more, making you terse and aggravated. You turn around once you’re in your room, ready to slam the door, and he’s just standing there, eyebrow raised, arms crossed. 

“Yeah, sure, I’m right here.” He grins, and you snarl in frustration, slamming the door. “Your loss, bitch! Have fun with your hand!” You hear him bark, and you can only assume he’s gone, as you don’t hear anything else outside your room. With a groan, you walk over to your bed, flopping onto it. You rub your hands across your face, grimacing as you see some of your makeup come off in the process. Tonight had been a clusterfuck, to say the least, and you feel on the verge of tears from it all. Part of you wants to cry, but you do your best to suppress the urge, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“‘Have fun with your hand’.” You find yourself scoffing out his words, glaring up at the ceiling, before you promptly flick it off. “Fuck you, pervy asshole. Bet you would like me to do that so you can watch like some fucking weirdo.” You don’t even know if he can hear you, but you can only hope so. Or maybe not. How desperate are you to get a jab in, after all? You just groan out, getting up. You clean the makeup off your face, and change into night clothes as you crawl back into bed. The first thing you do is go to the app you met Ryan on and unmatch, because you are far too embarrassed about this situation to want to see him again. 

…And, Adam was right. Ryan was really boring.

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Steddie Notes BONUS PART

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Eddie wakes up to an empty bed. He’s a little surprised, honestly, since he had his heart set on first anniversary morning sex. Though, based on the smells wafting through their apartment, Steve’s making breakfast, which is an acceptable alternative (plus, if he has it his way, they aren’t leaving the bed again today).

The digital alarm clock on his bedside table is obscured by a Composition Book he doesn’t remember bringing to bed. He reaches for it before his brain registers the red ink dragon sketched on the cover. His hands tremble as he flips it open, but the first few pages are written in his own scrawl. Steve’s handwriting doesn’t appear until 10 pages in and Eddie’s heart stutters at the sight.

March 28, 1986

God, Eddie, I’m so sorry. So, so fucking sorry. I can’t— I’m sorry. I should have been there, I should’ve protected you, I should’ve kept you safe. 

You wouldn’t be part of this if it weren’t for me. Robin and Dustin keep telling me that's not true, that Chrissy was already cursed but. Robin is here because of me. Erica-fucking Sinclair is here because of me. And now you. And you’re dying. And it’s my fault. 

I don’t even know what I’m doing right now, but I can’t just sit and wait, I’d lose my mind. Anyway. You left this notebook in my trunk, and I hope you don’t mind that I’m using it. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified in my life, Eds.

Please don’t die on me. I can’t live in this world without you. 

March 29, 1986

Hey Eds

You made it through the night. I can’t fucking believe it. I ripped Robin’s shirt when the doctor came in to tell us that you were out of surgery and stable, and then he dropped the bomb that your chance of surviving the night was 40%. Forty-fucking-percent. I guess you beat the odds, babylove.

I’m with Uncle Wayne at your bedside. He threw a fit to make sure I could be here whenever I wanted, and that everyone could visit.

You’ve missed some wild shit, Munson, you’re going to be so mad when you wake up. 

Come back to me, sweet boy. I can’t take this.

March 30, 1986

Made it through a second night, babe. 

I hope you wake up soon. 

Miss you like crazy. 

I keep looking at you in this hospital bed, and you look so fucking small. I hate it. You’re the loudest voice in the room. You don’t just take up space, you demand it. It’s killing me that I haven’t heard your voice in days. And my brain, it keeps filling in things you would say, and I wait for you to speak up, but of course you don’t. It’s a kick to the balls every single time. 

The thing is. 

The thing is that I need you to wake up, Eddie. You can’t leave me. I made up my mind a long time ago, we’re spending our lives together. And it can’t fucking end now. It can’t end because of this. 

And I need you to open your goddamn beautiful eyes so I can tell you how much I love you. You don’t get to go before you hear me say it, do you understand?

I love you. You’re it for me. I’ve never wanted a forever as much as I want one with you. So, you have to wake up, yeah? You have to wake up so we can grow up, have a family, have a life together. 

Promise you won’t leave me, Eds.

March 31, 1986

You woke up, you motherfucker. The doctors kicked me out to look you over and I cried so hard in the bathroom that Robin made El break down the door with her powers. 

Thank you for coming back. I won’t ever let you go again.

April 7, 1987

I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m giving this to you, babylove. It’s been a year. Look how far we’ve come. 

✏️✏️✏️✏️

September 18, 2015

It’s way too fucking early for Eddie to even be awake and he has the day off. Steve asked him to take vacation months ago, didn’t say why, and now that fucker has the audacity to not even be in the house. And like, sure, they’ve been together for close to thirty years, and Eddie knows that Steve goes for a run at the ass crack of dawn.

Still pisses him off, though. 

Eddie huffs down to the kitchen to get coffee started, doing a double take when he sees a familiar black Composition Book with red dragon on the cover. 

He walks towards it slowly because this has been framed on the wall since their first anniversary, way back in ’87, and Steve isn’t home.

Eddie opens it, re-reads the panicked, lovesick notes Steve wrote in the hospital, doesn't bother to fight back the tears. He gets to the last letter and the paper is stiff and wrinkled, like it took water damage. Eddie flips the page, grief already pumping through his veins.

What he sees instead is college-ruled notebook paper, glued in place. It reads:

“I fucking hate this class.”

“Tell me about it.”

“trig. You?”

“Algebra 2 :(” 

A sound escapes his mouth, something between a laugh and a sob.

“Hey man, I'm pretty sure I fucked things up with us, and I owe you an apology. I've always known who you were, but you had no idea I was me...”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of beautiful, Munson?”

“Watch. The. Movie. This is the last time we get high first if this is how you behave.”

 “What are you gonna win me at the fair, Harrington?” 

 “If you’re nice to me, probably something cute.” 

“Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No”

“What are you doing about Hellfire?”

“Huh?”

“If the game is Friday. Lucas can’t do both.”

“He made his choice.”

“You ever been in love?”

No, but I think I’m falling”

“I love you, Eddie”

All the sketches of the sailor boy and the rockstar are there, even the one Eddie stuck to the poster in his room, though how Steve managed to get that is anyone’s guess.

There are pictures too, Eddie and Max still recuperating in the hospital; Corroded Coffin performing at the Hideout; them holding the keys to the bar, Steve shirtless and hammering something while Eddie looks on, with the increasingly popular bands Eddie booked to play their must-see Friday night slots; Steve on his first day of college and one of him jumping into Eddie’s arms in his graduation gown, mortar board slipping off his head; In the hospital cradling their twin girls with Max giving a weary thumbs-up between them. Shot after shot of their family, their life, their dreams coming true. A scrapbook of their lives together, big moments and small; good and bad. 

Eddie’s crying freely as he flips through the rest of the book, still fucking astounded that Steve is the love of his life, that they’re making a forever together.

Eddie flips to the last page. Stops dead. 

In Steve’s looped handwriting, unchanged since high school, it says:

“Eddie, 

         Will you marry me?”

“What the fuck?” He yelps, standing up fast enough that his chair crashes to the floor. 

He turns and Steve— his reason for being, the man that brought him back from the dead—Steve Harrington, is down on one knee, something silver glinting in his outstretched hand.

“Eddie,” he says, his voice a wreck. “Marry me?” 

Eddie crashes to his knees, shoving at Steve’s shoulder. “You’re such an idiot.”

Steve laughs. “Is that a yes?”

Eddie laughs too, but it quickly morphs into a sob, “Of course it’s a yes, Steve. Of course.”

Hands trembling, Steve slips the ring onto Eddie’s hand. It’s a thin silver band with skeletal hands contorted into an infinity symbol. 

They fall into a kiss that rips the breath from Eddie’s lungs, but then that’s nothing new. When they finally pull apart Eddie asks, “why today?”

Steve blushes and grabs at the back of his neck. “Thirty-one years ago, I walked into Mundy’s class and found a note on the window ledge.” 

“What the fuck.” Eddie’s mouth drops, his heart stuttering. This man.

“Once I figured out you leaving that note was going to be one of the most important moments of my life? I made sure to never forget.”

“Baby.” Eddie pulls Steve in for another kiss. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Steve tugs at Eddie’s hand. “C’mon.”

“Where we going?” 

“The girls will be here in a couple hours, and I have some things I want to do to you before they’re home.”

“The GIRLS?” Eddie shrieks. “How the hell long have you been planning this? Did they KNOW?”

“Since the end of June,” Steve answers without missing a beat. “And of course they know. Everyone knows. I asked Wayne for his blessing.” 

Eddie can’t speak, his heart crashing in his chest as he, once again, thanks whatever entity made it possible for him to have this.

“I’ve been in love with you for over half my life, Eds. I wanted to do this right. You deserve it. We deserve it.” 

He pulls Steve into his arms, kissing him hard enough that their teeth clack, but neither of them care.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

When they come home from dinner, as Steve reaches in his pocket for his keys to let the entire family in the house to celebrate their engagement, he finds a gum wrapper tucked in with the metal. He unfolds it, the words within unfurling in his heart, his soul.

"Thank you for giving me forever, sweetheart."

Edited: check out the full version on ao3!

This is officially the end! I hope you enjoyed this little (long) bonus part. Thanks for reading! 💜💜💜

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[scekrex]

Another idea💕💕💕 if you want to do this thank you 🙃

Male reader x Adam were y/n died for Adam and after the extermination he starts to see y/n every where he goes but believes it is his imagination, he didn't even like y/n so why is he caring so much for a nobody that save his life for him he is straight right? But one night in his apartment he couldn't stand it and hugged the imaginary y/n and he finally felt warm and starts to cry tears of joy and sadness even though you are not real.

"I'm sorry I let you down y/n"

"Oh, there's nothing to be sorry about, Adam"

"Not all of us are cut out to be exorcists"

"I'll say"

"Adam"

"This is really for the best"

"Some shouldn't have to survive there"

"You have a good life, an easy life some envy you"

"I miss you"

"I'll always be with you, Adam, and if you ever need me I'll be there"

"Now go dear it's starting to get dark"

"Adam I love you"

"I love you too y/n..."

Hurt/comfort 💕

Okay so we know Adam would never truly admit his feelings, never. Not even in a situation like that. So I changed it up a little bit but I hope you still like it!

Goodbyes that feel like you're still in my city

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, mentions of character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

He didn't know why you weren't able to leave his mind. He didn't know why he was feeling guilty for your death. Maybe because he was the reason you had died?

He did know that it was driving him insane though.

The image was burned into his memory, he could practically still feel your hands on his body, feel the force you had used to shove him out of the way to take the stab to the heart for you. Your scream of pain that had formed his name was ringing through his ears and all he could do was press his hands against them to try and mute them - to no avail. The blood that had covered your body - your own blood - was still covering his hands even though he had washed it off days ago. He still remembered what your body had felt like, how it grew colder and colder once your heart had stopped beating.

Why did he care so much about you? You had been one of many - the only qualified male in his army of females. There had been nothing special about you and yet you weren't leaving his mind ever since you had sacrificed yourself for him. That was maybe because whenever he looked at the other angels, all he could see was your face, sometimes it even felt like you were walking next to him. But that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

He turned around in his bed, his back now facing the open room. His eyes were squeezed shut and his wings had wrapped themselves around his body to hide his misery from the world. Not that anybody was seeing him, he was in his bedroom. But it felt better, to be shielded from curious eyes that weren't physically there.

His eyes slowly opened and he saw your face yet again. Not just your face though, your body was laying next to him, you looked so lifeless and yet you moved your hand to reach out and cup his cheeks, to wipe away the silent tear that he hadn't even noticed rolled down his cheek.

Fuck, why was he crying?

Because deep down he knew, none of the others would've had done what you did for him, because even when it was life or death, you chose him, chose to die for him. You had proven your loyalty once more, this time in the most final form that existed. And he hated you for it, he hated that you had died for him.

He leaned into the gentle touch, his eyes fell shut again at the warmth of your body despite it looking so pale, so lifeless and he sighed. “You fucker left me,” he mumbled, he knew no one was there to hear his words and yet he needed to get them off his chest. What he didn't expect was your soft voice to respond, “It was you and me Adam,” there was a short pause and Adam could only imagine the warm smile that must've been on your lips. “And I’m glad it was me.”

The brunette opened his sad, golden eyes yet again to look at you, “I’m fucking not, I need you to get your ass back to me.” Your smile saddened at that, knowing very well that wasn't possible. Angelic steel caused a permanent death, no matter if angel or demon. “This is for the best,” your voice was coated in sadness and your eyes were apologizing over and over again. You knew what it meant to him when someone left, you knew he struggled with that ever since what went down in Eden. “Everyone always fucking leaves,” he hissed, his eyes reflecting a mix between anger and love. “You fucking swore you'd always be there,” he sounded betrayed and on a certain level he was right with that, you did swore to always be there to have his back when you had joined the exorcists. “But I'm here, aren't I?” you spoke softly as your thumb caressed his cheek. Your touch was numbing, it made his mind shut up for a second, all the thoughts and the gruesome memories were gone ever since you had cupped his cheek. “No you're fucking Not you- you're-” he was out of words, out of breath, out of energy. You knew what he meant to say was ‘I miss you’ and ‘Come back to me’. He just wasn't the type of guy to admit it out loud, not when those words scared him the most. Commitment was something Adam didn't do, didn't admit to. And yet he wanted to commit to you and your soul, until death would do you part. But that had already happened and there was no way to fix it.

“Adam,” he liked the way you said his name, it was like he was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen, like all the love your heart held was dedicated to him. Had you ever said his name that way when you had been an angel, before you had been killed by that little demon girl? He couldn't remember. He felt like every memory that involved you was slipping from his mind except the one in which you saved his life but paid the price by offering your own. “I have to go,” his hand shot up to grab your wrist and fear was visible in his eyes. “No you fucking don't, you fucking can't, you hear me?”

The smile slipped from your lips entirely and you couldn't bear to look him in the eyes as you continued, “But I have to. I’ll be around, you won't forget me. But for now, I have to leave you.” He didn't know what that meant, all that he knew in that exact moment was that he wanted you to stay, he wanted to hold and protect, wanted to right the wrongs and shield you from the pain. But he couldn't. You had made that decision without his consent.

His eyes looked at his hand holding your wrist and he wished he could go back in time and stop you from scarifying yourself. He wished he would've been better. But he wasn't, he hadn't been and he never would be. History will repeat itself, that he knew.

“Adam?” The first man couldn't help himself, he had to look at you. “I love you,” your voice whispered, it sounded so distant all of a sudden, so far away. And your wrist was slipping from his bone crushing grip. “Fuck you,” he spat out but what he meant was ‘I love you too’. But he couldn't say that, not after you had died. He had lost yet another person he loved because of demons that were no good. They took you from him before he even had you and he hated them for it.

And then he was alone again, alone with the unbearable pain, with the thoughts that haunted his head and with the feeling of loneliness.

And that was a thing he might have hated even more than commitment.

[slytherslvt]

Burden- poly!Mattheo and Theodore x gn!Reader

a/n: this is a vent incorporated fic with hurt/comfort. i tend to write my feelings into stories/fics instead of journaling them or something. this is the first time i’m posting this kind of fic! but yeah, these are my feelings at the moment but i’m okay !!

Theodore and Mattheo watch you as you pace back and forth in Theodore’s dorm room, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. They've noticed your mood has been off for days, but whenever they ask, you just brush it off with a noncommittal "I'm fine."

Mattheo sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You're not fine. We can see that. Talk to us, please."

You shake your head, looking down at the floor. "It's nothing. I promise.” That’s a lie and you know it, and Mattheo and Theodore know it too.

Theodore stands up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He crosses the room in a few long strides and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Don't lie to us," he says, his voice firm yet gentle. "We can see you're struggling. Let us help you carry this weight."

“I…” You go to say you’re fine again, but something stops you. You walk over to Theodore’s desk, sitting in the chair. You take a dramatic sigh, before saying, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Everything seems to be wrong. Everything fucking hurts and I can’t talk to people about anything because I feel like I’m burdening them and being annoying,” You take a breath. “I’m so tired of everything. I’m mentally exhausted and I don’t want to die, I’m terrified of killing myself, but I want everything to stop but it won’t and everything keeps piling up and… and.. I don’t know,” You pause. “I’m sorry.”

Mattheo is by your side in an instant, kneeling down in front of you. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently. "You're not a burden, sweetheart. You could never be a burden to us. We're here for you, no matter what."

“I know that,” you reply. “But… I just… sometimes I feel like no one cares and no one wants to be around me. I can’t help it.”

Theodore crouches down beside Mattheo, his gaze soft. "We care, love. More than you know. And we want you around, always. Don't push us away because you're afraid of being a burden. You’re never a burden to us.”

“I’m not?” You ask softly.

Mattheo shakes his head, his thumb brushing away a tear that escapes your eye. "No, you're not. You're our everything, remember that."

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts   ━ from various tv shows, part 2

this can’t end with us going home.

it’s a broken world, and you’re the only thing that brings it back together.

’til my last breath, i am yours.

you think i trapped you?

i think i hate myself more than i love you.

we’re young. we can still make bad decisions for a few more years.

you’re the one crying in a parking lot.

you wanna die quick? or you wanna die screaming?

oh my god, you can handle one day alone.

i think a little buffer would be good for us.

you said dating me was a lot, but i need you to know that i’m always gonna be me.

you need to decide. do you take me as i am, or not take me at all?

i think i want to find my dad.

the best that i could do was love you.

don’t take this the wrong way, but are you in the middle of a full-on spiral?

you see me, and i see you.

you’re so not fine. you think i can’t see that?

i’m scared. i’m terrified, actually, that you’re gonna break my heart.

if i could go back to the night we first met, i’d do it all over again.

people will remember the last thing you do.

i’m entirely unremarkable. 

you don’t get to shut down whenever it’s convenient. 

it can’t end like this.

i wanted to experience something i didn’t understand.

wow, that is pretty out there…

this is the first time i’ve felt like me again in a long time.

i like you. you’re scary.

i don’t trust any of these other fucks, so let’s watch each other’s backs.

they’re clearly cannibals.

my dad thought he wanted a child, but he lost interest. he doesn’t care about me.

i’m gonna leave you alone now.

i want to stay here. we were supposed to be a family.

we’re finally together now. let’s start fresh. 

i’m really sorry for what’s about to happen to you.

stop talking to me like a stranger and say what you mean.

are those your tattoos? do they have a meaning?

i will never regret you. i would do it all over again, everything. i would suffer all of it a million times.

our lives are like a series of ghost stories.

you and me, i’d do it all over again.

i wear longing like a fucking veil.

tell me what it made you feel.

look at you. it’s much more likely that you’re gonna break my heart.

you look right through me. you don’t even see me.

i want this to work.

you’re blowing it, and it pisses me off.

you sit here and bleed, or you trust me.

i just don’t scare easy, so when i do, i pay attention.

please don’t break up with me because i’m insane.

it was a stupid, drunken, one time kiss. that’s all.

can we take one night off of the horror show that is our lives?

how do you overcome your fear when all you’re really afraid of is you?

this is not gonna end well.

long distance was brutal. 

we’re not supposed to get personal, big boy.

turns out, i love math.

i was gonna text you, but i got in my head about what to say.

we were both horrible to each other at different times. i regret that.

why don’t you just lay down and die, please?

stop agreeing with each other like you’re fighting. it’s weird.

i’d back your hunches any day of the week.

that should be our motto: “who cares?”

we’re probably all gonna die anyway. 

don’t walk away from something before you even know what it is.

i missed you when we stopped talking, and now i’ll miss you forever.

for a while you were my best friend. i’m gonna hold onto that.

sibling rivalry is bloodsport.

i can’t stop thinking about her.

we’ve had a pretty fucked up year.

i warned you. you should have shut the fuck up.

i stand by what i did.

well, welcome to hell, i guess.

i thought to myself, “what if i could be someone different?”

[generallysapphic]

NSFW Alphabet with Shuriri x Reader! (+18)

y’all really loved the shuriri headcanons so here are some more! i’ve wanted to do the NSFW alphabet for some time and now i cannn ehehhe

now this is a poly couple so i’ll be talking about riri x you, shuri x you, AND riri x shuri because they was fucking loooonnggg before the meet you in my headcanon so enjoy!

warnings; obviously sex, overstim, crying kink, squirting, public humiliation kink, smothering kink, mention of tribbing 👀, joke about a p*ss kink (it happens so fast yall chill out), rough handling, breeding kink, name calling, bullying kink, lab and public sex, vibranium strap, and brat taming.

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A = Aftercare (What’re they like after sex?)

they’re both gods at aftercare, having taken care of each other for so long. riri likes to talk you through it, make sure you’re all the way calmed down and shuri likes to bring you water and hot towels while you recover.

they both use the green light system, and you guys do have a safe word that’s very rarely used. (it’s the word black)

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part)

ass, ass, asss!! they both love a nice butt, but riri more especially; what can she say she’s from chicago! riri will do whatever she can to fondle, grope, hold, or just even touch your ass wherever she can.

she also loves your neck, not just because she’s at the height of it, but because it’s so sensitive. right where your ears start to your gorgeous collarbones, she leaves hickies on it whenever she can, often complimenting her work with a smirk when she sees you wear a sweater despite the comfortable 70 degrees outside

on shuri, riri likes her arms, they’re so toned and strong and one time after a mission went wrong she fucked everything she had into riri who couldn’t walk for the next few days, but all riri can remember is how easy it was for shuri to hold her down and stay in place.

shuri absolutely loves your mouth. she likes sucking on your lips and holding your tongue against her. she’s all for spit and slobber because to her it means she’s doing good and you can’t hold back; she thinks you look prettiest when your mouth is wide open when youre cumming and you’re drooling too.

she also loves your breasts. much like riri, she’ll take any and every opportunity to handle them wherever she can. she’ll come up behind to give you a hug, which always results in her groping your tits usually playing with your nipples and letting the flesh run through her fingers

now of course, shuri loves riri’s thighs, fuck does she love her thighs. shuri was eating riri out once and riri had cum over and over and at that final orgasm, she was practically smothering shuri who didn’t let up. when she finally let go, shuri said breathless, “i would die between your thighs if you asked me,”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

it’s their life goal to make you have a fulfilling orgasm, mostly because you tend to cream and squirt, which they both love. they love lapping up your cum too with their tongues, fighting over who gets more sometimes.

you and shuri both looovve making riri cum all for the sake of her noises, her deep baritone moans and her gasps and breaths sometimes can tip anyone over if she’s stimulated enough. riri doesn’t (or hasn’t with y’all) squirt, and her cum is usually pretty watery thin and long and sticky and it ruins the sheets but fuck it’s so hot to see, when her clit pulses and her entrance squeezes around nothing and she’s lets out “fuck, fuck,” over and over again.

the queen’s orgasms are something to behold. shuri isn’t as loud during sex compared to you and riri, but when she’s cumming, she’s fucking cumming. her eyes will roll back and her jaw will tighten and her thrusts will get sloppy and she’ll let out a sexy drawn out curse in xhosa that you’ve both come to the conclusion means , “i’m cumming, fuck” repeated over and over. her cum is a little bit more milky like yours and it’s just so so fucking sweet like she’s been dipped in cocoa. you and riri can’t get enough.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

riri loves it when she’s put in her place, she loves when someone can tell her what to do and fucking mean it. you and her have tried it before, shuri giving you some tips, and fuck, the orgasms you both had were incomparable to anything like it before. you both try to switch it up every now and again but usually she’s telling you what to do.

shuri loooves public humiliation, and it’s definitely a secret because she doesn’t share at all. no one should see riri or you the way she does but if she could make you cum in secret in a room full of people? oh she’s taking the chance of a lifetime. riri told you about the one time shuri had set her kimoyo beads to vibrate against her and while holding her hand against riri’s lap, the beads moving silently against her clit until she couldn’t take it and had to leave the meeting. riri was fucked about 6 times that night.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

surprise, riri is more than shuri! riri is late in her sophomore year when she starts dating shuri, and by then she’s got about 5 or so bodies under her belt. all women, all fine, and all cumming harder than they can ever remember. it was a well known secret around campus

and even though shuri doesn’t have as many bodies (mostly because of the snap bc we know she would’ve been hoeing for real) she’s a fast learner. the two girls she has fucked threatened to leave the country if she didn’t continue a relationship with them, and well, they left. shuri had no intention at the time for such commitment. she met riri later that year and something clicked, the rest is history.

F = Favorite position

easy; for riri she likes you on her lap in missionary. she wants to see your face and the pussy she’s pounding into. she wants easy access to your neck so she can bite and the ability to grope your butt as she thrusts into you.

when y’all are tribbing, youre on top of riri. she loves seeing you lose your balance and hold onto her tight thighs and gasp above her it’ll make her come in a heartbeat.

shuri loves loves loves backshots but not as much as she does cowgirl. if you two aren’t sharing a vibrator, the stimulation from you bouncing on her dick drives her insane, seeing your tits move up and down and you dig your nails into her abdomen is gonna get her everytime.

shuri and you rarely scissor but when you do, of course she’s on top. she likes the control of being on top of you, seeing your head go back and your thighs ache against her will be more than enough to make her fuck into you faster.

shuri likes to take riri doggy style, riri cums so fast that way and neither of them ever understood why. riri loves when shuri is breathing against her neck and when she feels her thrusts get sloppy, she loves hearing how wet they both sound it’ll drive her crazy.

much like you riri stays on the bottom when shuri tribs her. it’s intense because riri’s hood is very very small so most of her clit is out and open and ready for the taking. she’s cums fast and long when shuri or you trib her and it’s her favorite quick way to get off.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous?)

shuri fucks for a reason so she’s not one to play. she’s concentrating, and she’s all in all enthralled with her partners so no joke can take her out it at all. she’s not one to joke either during, but maybe after she’ll make fun of you or riri for how fast you both came or how loud you were.

riri can pop a couple of jokes but she gets serious when shes fucking and getting fucked, she takes her and y’all’s pleasure very seriously. much like shuri she can joke after the fact but before you and shuri have come at least three times, she’s not laughing at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed?)

they’re both damn near bald, much like you. riri most times shaved her hair into a heart but everything else is waxed on a two week basis. shes doesn’t mind hair at all, she’ll eat and fuck whatever you put in front of her no questions asked, but she herself likes to be shaven

shuri has no hair, mostly before she needs to wear skin tight protective wear under her back planter suit. so she’s shaved all the time regardless. much like riri; she doesn’t mind hair, she’s a fucking munch she’ll go to town no matter what unless you tell her to stop. but for her safety and to avoid chaffing, she’s bald as well.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they during?)

riri loves taking her time with you. she’s gonna pick you apart and tease you until the slightest touch from her has you doubled over and whining.

she loves kissing you before you cum, while you cum, after you cum, she’s gonna have her mouth on you any and everywhere. she’s very intimate and likes to encourage more of the feeling of being together than the need to cum.

she and shuri had a session that lasted nearly 6 hours of them just exploring each other and finding out their likes and dislikes. she does the same with you and y’all three did it together for about 8 hours.

shuri peaks at intimacy, she’s not one for quickies or those hard fucks that are just to blow off steam; she wants to make you crumble and watch you fall apart. it’s good for her too, understanding and learning you as much as she can.

she loves talking to you, encouraging you to be loud and to cum and to tell her what you want, she’s always in your ear telling you you’re doing good and those sorts of things and she won’t stop until youve let up yourself.

she loves those elongated sessions you three with have after you’ve spent too much time apart; her being queen, riri being ironheart, and you still in school full time. so when the day comes you and riri are in bed for about two days straight being picked apart by your love.

J = Jack off (Masturbation, obviously!)

riri and her vibrator are twinning fr, shes never with out it. she has a small silicone dildo that’s been pushed away because her pussy has been molded to fit shuri and shuri only, but when she needs it she’ll use it.

she rarely needs to masturbate though, even if shuri’s busy, you’re not and even if you are, shuri isn’t. she’s got plenty of options, but if she needs a quick little stimulation, she’ll fuck on the pillow you three share just to have something of you both close to her, your scents engraved on her skin as she cums.

shuri rarely does. after your sessions, she’s satisfied until she isn’t and usually then she’ll just go to one of you and fuck it out her until you’ve both cum and are breathless.

but when she absolutely needs to, like a late night in the lab and you both are asleep, she’ll likely just rub her clit in small circles and think of you two. most times she’ll have a sweater or a pair of underwear to smell to push her over and when you two wake up, she’s fucking you both once more.

K = Kink (self explanatory)

riri has a very near piss kink and won’t admit it. she loves making you squirt (and won’t stop until you do) and has made one too many “i don’t care if you’re peeing on face time, don’t put me on mute” jokes for you to push past it, but it’s never outwardly said.

a kink she’s very outwardly excited about is her breeding kink; she calls you mami all the time, and when she gets into the mood she’ll fuck into you like she wants to cum inside you. the dildos shuri has made for you both allows her to do so and when she does, she doesn’t let up. dirty talk is must during these times, “you want me to breed you, mami? come inside you, yeah?” and you always nod along and moan blissfully.

with shuri she loves getting slapped slightly. as mentioned earlier her clit is pretty wide and after she comes shuri often slaps it, making her jump and slip out some more cum and moan. she likes when shuri rough handles her and makes her take it. shuri’s more than happy to give her a little pain.

shuri loves for breeding as well but she really has a dirty talk kink. you really didn’t see it at first but once she asked you how badly you need her and you went on a tangent and you swore she fucked you harder than she’s ever before. she moves deeply as you keep talking and one day after the fact you ask her if she has that kink.

“well yes, doesn’t every one?” is her deadpan response. you continue to talk dirty, sometimes in her ear at meetings, most times in the lab when she’s working. she loves it every time.

with riri, she’s more aggressive, fucks her a little bit harder than she would you. she’s been with riri longer so she knows riri’s limits. she loves over stimulating her.

L = Location (Favorite place to be)

nothing beats fucking in the bedroom for them but riri likes to fuck you in her dorm and the lab sometimes. she loves when your completely all over her sheets, spread out on her bed, marking up it with your scent and cum.

in the lab, she likes giving you backshots over the desk, moving all of her equipment and fucking into you with the fear that someone, even shuri, could walk in and see you moaning and cumming all over her dick. the thrill of getting caught is what pushing you both over

shuri loves taking you in the balcony, she’s likes the view of the setting sun paired with your gorgeous moans. she loves when you whimper that someone could see you both if they look up high enough and she always retorts that everyone knows how much you love her dick anyways, “might as well give them a show, yeah?”

no one ever sees you two, obviously, unless they have binoculars which are banned within a certain feet of the throne room, but the thought is all in all exciting, so you never fuse at her too much.

speaking of thrones, she’s like you and riri both in the throne room the most. it’s such a sacred place and she loves watching you struggle to keep your voices down because it’s the only room in her kingdom that isn’t sound proof. she locks the door everytime but if either of you are too loud the dora milaje could come bursting through and see the princesses of wakanda falling apart at the hands of their queen. she loves the thought.

M = Motivation (What gets them turned on/ going)

you and riri both have a shared love, fetish, kink whatever you call it for shuri’s hands and jawline. so sharp and skilled they both are and seeing them in action — her working in the lab, maybe speaking entirely in xhosa to her elders and moving her jaw to pronounce her words correctly, whatever it is — you both feel hot and bothered in moments.

her accent is a killer too, when she says ‘baby’ or ‘my love’ it’s niagara falls for you both. sometimes riri will ask her to whisper when y’all are in others’ presence and need to be quiet and her buttery sexy accent will be lowered and her voice softer and it drives you both mad.

with riri, she likes when shuri is angry, when a project fails or she has to leave and do something as black panther. after seeing her in the lab slamming her fist against the table and punching a mannequin so far back into the wall, riri has never been the same. she loves when shuri acts like this because it usually means shuri is gonna take control and not fuck around, tell her what to do and put riri in her place where she belongs, and, as we’ve discussed, riri fucking loves this

shuri is turned on by both of you almost all the time anyways; she likes the way your hips sway when you walk and she likes riri’s overconfidence that she knows she can knock down a few pegs but what really gets her going is seeing you both needy. she loves it when she’s working late and you both come to her side and ask her to come to bed, you kissing her jaw and riri rubbing her back and fiddling with her hands. she completely melts for the both of you, her brain already racking on the many ways she came make you cum just with her hands alone. she loves when you’re both open and honest with her about what you really want instead of dropping hints. once that breathy, “please come to bed shuri,” leaves either one of your mouths shes on you in the next minute.

but for shuri and riri, she likes when riri is completely obedient. doing exactly what she says and taking everything shuri has to give. she loves how riri will crumble when she finally subs and it’s so lovely to see her outward exterior get destroyed with a couple of touches.

N = No (Something they’d say no to?)

neither are big fans or any SA scenarios and luckily neither are you. it’s not ever a conversation you three needed to have.

riri doesn’t like mean name calling, she’s more of a soft bully who makes you open up. calling you a bitch or whore or hoe makes her upset and best believe if she ever got called that herself she’d light any and everything up.

shuri hates undeserved pain. she’s okay with spanking you lightly and an occasional slap to your pussy, but slapping your face or handcuffing you is just not her thing. she likes making you squirm, sure, but if she needs to restrict you, she’ll just use her own hands.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving)

i’ll say it again, shuri is a fucking munch

most of her pleasure derives from yours and riri’s but when it comes to eating pussy? she’s doing it all for herself. she doesn’t hear wait or stop, she only lets up when the safe word leaves your mouth and even then, she’s kisses your swollen clit and licking the rest of cum off of your lips. and when you’ve calmed down she’ll ask in all seriousness, “can i finish now?”

though she won’t admit it, riri likes to get eaten out just as well. but she loves making you feel good too, so if you could work out a 69 situation, she’s set. riri is a little insecure with how she sounds so most times if her face is buried in your pussy while your face is buried in hers it’s mostly just to mumble her sounds.

P = Pace (How fast or slow are they?)

riri likes to fuck you fast and hard, she has a thing for making you wait to cum but she’ll always move in and out at a speed you can’t keep up in. even with tribbing, her sensitive clit has her chasing her high before most so she’s rubbing against you fast and hard, so eager to cum and get you there too

if you asked she’d take it slow, much like she did with your first time, but once you’d say ‘faster’ there was no need to tell her twice.

shuri takes her time with both of you; once more, her pleasure is yours and vise verse so she wants to pick you apart, kiss every inch of your body from your forehead to your toes. she thrusts with hard, long, slow strokes making you feel every. fucking. inch.

if she felt like you deserved it, she’d go faster but it’s unlikely she’s listening to your words at all, mostly hearing the way your pussy sounds as she’s fucking you and how sweet you sound when you beg for more.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about them?)

riri doesn’t mind a quickie; fingering you in the shower before a class? she’s there. fucking against you in a hallway before a meeting? say less. meeting in her dorm to give her ‘good luck sex’ before the final she’s already passed? it’s done. of course she likes taking her time with you and not rushing to get over that edge but if she has to, she doesn’t mind one but

shuri hates quickies. best believe any ‘quickie’ of hers will lead to an elongated 4 hour sex session. she needs you and riri in your entirety, not still clothed and shoved into a closet, no way. when riri and her had a ‘quickie’ once, shuri missed a very important meeting because she wasn’t letting up or giving riri away just yet. shuri had decided that she would never fall for the lie of a ‘quickie’.

R = Risk (What’re some risks they take?)

they actually made a risk with you, not ever have been poly before. they had talked about for nearly months before splitting off and finding their perfect match, shuri looking in wakanda and riri heading to chicago since they knew home best. hence how they found you. after that it was a blooming relationship that balanced them completely; you gave riri the ability to be a dom from time and time while shuri was able to jst be a top with you since she had practically made you a pillow princess for her.

they’re both open to doing something in public, riri and you more than shuri but the conversation has started at least! other than that, you three had tried damn near everything that everyone was comfortable with.

S = Stamina (How long can they fuck?)

shuri could go for hours and hours. you nearly called her a stallion at one point after the third night in a row you had to tap out. riri adds a small, “now you see what i had to go through!” and you laugh but you genuinely don’t know how much abuse your pussy can take from all the rounds shuri can go

riri lasts at least 4 rounds and 3 orgasms, from both parties. she likes to make sure you get a good couple of orgasms in before she completely taps out and most times the last round will be long, drawn out thrusts to calm her own body down.

T = Toys (Do they have any toys?)

you all have your own personal collection of toys and, if put together, could be considered a small sex shop.

riri of course has her favorite vibrator and her small dildo that she so rarely uses now. she also has her favorite set of boxers that she puts all of her straps through which gives her some friction on her clit when she fucks you.

her favorite strap is the one shuri designed, just under 7” and small traces of vibranium run through it allowing for riri and shuri’s orgasms to be transferred inside you when they come while fucking you; it feels fucking incredible everytime.

she has some blindfolds and some lingerie for you and her to match and wear if you wanted (which you have) and some flavored lube, all of which is damn near gone.

shuri has about 6 different straps she uses evenly split between you and riri. riri gets the thicker ones, the ones she can squeeze around and pulse about without worry that her pussy isn’t full enough. all of riri’s straps come with a top piece that presses right against her clit that always, always makes her come harder than anything even

your straps that were curated just for you are longer and have a perfectly shaped head that always stabs your g-spot with incredible accuracy. shuri likes to milk your pussy for all its worth so she tries to push you over the edge with her strap alone and it’s always worked so far.

oh and of course her straps can come into you just as hard and just as intense as riri’s

the vibrator she has is mostly for her, small and quiet with just under 5 different speeds and settings.

she mostly buys any lingerie or toys you want; she’s satisfied with her straps and you riding her.

U = Unfair (How unfair are they?)

they both treat you unfairly in their own special ways

riri is the queen of bullying you. she edges you, teases you and makes you ask for it regardless. whether or not you being sweet or acting like a fucking brat, you cum when she wants you to.

most times she acts innocent too, “what baby? come on tell me sweetheart, i’m right here, tell me what you need, mami,” and you’ll say it over and over again and she’ll still chuckle in your face and say, “in a second baby, i’m not done playing with your pretty pussy yet, yeah? you’ll cum soon, i promise, love, just hold out for me, okay? be my good girl and wait for me, baby? it’ll be soon enough, i promise, mami,”

‘soon’ never arrives.

shuri, on the other hand, gives you everything you want, as long as you say it

her favorite line, “i’m not a mind reader, y/n, tell me and i’ll do it,” and she always, always delivers. but sometimes she’ll fuck you so dumb the words you need won’t come out and she’ll stop and frustrate you only to ask, “what, baby, you wanted me to keep going? say it, my love,”

it drives you crazy but you’re always gonna say it

shuri fucks riri as long as riri drops her ego and allows shuri to totally slut her out.

riri’s been her girlfriend the longest, shuri knows all her cues and her telltale signs so it’s like a second language when shuri fucks her. most times riri doesn’t need to ask, shuri will just let her cum and fun again, knowing riri is already giving her a lot by bottoming at all.

V = Volume (How loud are they?)

they both have their moments with you and each other.

riri is still working on coming out of her shell, still very nervous and insecure about her moans despite the praises both you and shuri give her, but she’s working on it regardless.

most times she’s dirty talking in your ear, telling you how pretty you sound and how much she loves your pussy and such, most of what she always says, but sometimes when you’re tribbing with her and your cumming you can hear her moaning and biting it back to just hear you but it comes out every now and again.

shuri is nearly the same, small grunts and moans can be heard but she really really loves hearing you and the way your pussy sounds. she’s all for dirty talk but more so coming from you. she loves to hear you say “you fuck me so good, my queen, oh my god i love you fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m all yours fuck me fuck my pussy please harder harder harder i need it,” and that’s everything she needs to hear.

when she’s cumming that’s the loudest she’ll get, shouting out that beautiful phrase and telling you how much she loves your pussy is the most you’ll get.

when she fucks riri, riri gets unabashedly loud. having been with shuri so long, she doesn’t mind or think shuri is going to belittle her or make fun of her in anyway, so she mostly lets go. shuri is always encouraging her, “that’s it love, let it all out for me, so good for me, that’s it, are you cumming for me sweetheart? yeah? let me hear it, baby, let me hear you. come on, my love, cum for me,”

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

i like to think shuri loves certain phrases and how they affect you two. she says “lets make love, hmm?” in her sexy voice that she knows does something to the both of you, most times to see if y’all will blush up or actually respond

new flash it’s always the former

she loves to say sweet things when you’re getting down and dirty, praise you during the most filthiest moments and talk about your body as if she was a curator looking at art in a museum. she wants you to hear her all the time, “can i kiss your pretty pussy, my love? can i, really? oh, you’re so lovely, sweetheart, you give me so much thank you baby, i love loving you,” and it’s always. so. fucking. intense everytime.

riri won’t admit it to your face but if you and shuri ever tag teamed her one day with some brat taming in there? oh she’d propose on the spot. she loves feeling secure and if she knows she can be herself taken care of and be tamed by her two favorite people in the world, she’s done for.

she would listen to shuri, her harsh words falling to her ears as she sobs softly, “you’re such a fucking brat, you know that? but that’s okay, we’ll get you better won’t we, y/n?” and if you’re right there encouraging her, “yeah, we can fix you riri, just listen real good okay, honey? we’ll make it all better,” you promise. and she’ll sob and agree, “yeah, yeah i can be good, i’ll be good,”

and of course she is. shuri fucks her from the back, keeping her plugged with a heart shaped butt plug as you fuck her face with your pussy. it’s two amazing feelings as shuri bullies her, “you take me so well and act all big and bad, look at you now, hmm? such a slut, you’re so greedy, you keep squeezing me so good, fuck,” and you praise her as you reach your orgasm on her mouth, “aughh riri your mouth is so perfect for me, so goood, you’re so prefect baby, ahhh you want my cum, yeah? want me to cum in your mouth? oh fuck, fuck, i’m cumming can i come in your mouth baby? you gonna take it like a good girl? uh huh?” she cums at the same time you do you feel her vibrating moans against your clit which cause you to moan louder, bucking against her and squirting slightly into her mouth.

once you’re done you sit up and kiss all over her as shuri is still fucking into her and she lets out breathless moans, “i came, i came i came, fuck i can’t do it fuck fuck, shuri fuck i can’t,” and she’s sobbing a little now and you hold her close to you shushing her and you ask, “you wanna stop, baby? yeah?” and she nods and pleads once more and shuri leans down to her ear and kisses her there, “say it, my love,” and it sounds mean but her thrusts are light and tactical with shuri understanding she’s definitely over stimulated.

she gasps out, “i’m done can — can we stop i, uhhh fuck— i can’t take it, im … it’s too much, fuck please, please—” and shuri grabs her faces and kisses her mouth and pulls out. riri sighs heavily and falls completely on top of you on the bed gasping.

you rub her back as she sighs and shuri takes off the strap and kisses all over her back and massages her ass and pussy to calm them down.

you’re whispering, “good girl,” and so is shuri and she smiles and thanks you both.

X = X-ray (What’s downstairs?)

already mentioned but they’re both well shaven

riri has a bigger clit and smaller hood and her lips don’t hang. she has a mole on her left thigh that shuri and you love to kiss before devouring her

shuri is sprinkled in scars because of being black panther and there’s one near her right thigh and you and riri often rub before touching her pussy

her lips hang out and her clit tends to hid completely under her hood as it does need lifting for access, which no one minds.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

when they’re both there you’ll definitely know.

it’s harder for riri because a lot of time she has a high sex drive but won’t know what mood she’s in; whether or not she wants to dom or be dominated. usually she’ll rack her brain for memories of y’all’s session previously and that’ll help her get to a mode and then she’ll go to the respective partner who can handle her

shuri’s sex drive is higher, mostly increasing much like everything did when she became black panther. it didn’t surprise anyone so when she wants to fuck it’s an intense deep heat that she’ll want to satisfy above all else, regardless of anything that she was doing before

the world could be falling apart but if she wants her girlfriends she’s going to have them anywhere and anytime

Z = Zzz ( How fast are they asleep?)

riri is knocked out the minute y’all are done with aftercare, most times not even bothering to wrap her hair or put some pajamas on. she might wake up maybe twenty minutes later and grumble and shove a big shirt on before she’s out completely for the night; you often wrap a durag on her before she sleeps too heavily.

shuri needs a relaxer like some tea or herbs to get her muscles back and flexing again. she’ll make sure you were taken care of adequately enough before going to pee (and encouraging you to as well) and wrapping her hair and putting on her tracksuit before kissing you goodnight and heading to the lab. she says she gets her best work done after a good fuck at night and tucks you in before she’ll get there about three hours later herself.

holllyyy fuck that took too fucking long i’m tired lol

okay honesty hour; i got a lot work and some essays due next week so expect minimal posts and mostly reblogs because y’all this classes is kicking my as for real… anwaysss just wanted to let y’all know

okay that’s all for now! thanks for the support and send it requests! happy holidays 🤎🤎

[nicofan57]

i wanted to talk about this clip so here’s my thoughts on it and the entire situation from yesterday (rest is under the cut)

(transcript:

minute: oh but why wemmbu, why, we- clown you and i were against him before, why-

clown: i didn’t like it either, okay, let me- you know why-

minute: ill tell you better- ill tell you better than anyone he’s just gonna use you and spit you out whenever it’s convenient. or whenever you’re no longer convenient for him. i know it better than anyone!

clown: i think we can handle wemmbu.

minute: he can't die!

clown: oh but he could drop- (?)

minute: he's just gonna sit tens of thousands of blocks out and wait for everyone to kill each other until he's the last one. i know this better than anyone! why didn't you talk to me?)

so first let’s dissect this clip. minute saying "i know this better than anyone" brings me back to kings s1 . they worked together to take down the other team that had the mythics and when wemmbu finally got a hold of the lifestealer (i can’t remember the exact details.. time for a rewatch) he threw minute out, saying there could only be one king. which sucks more when you think about at the start of the server, minute was open to teaming with wemmbu because he genuinely thought they were friends like he was not seeing that coming. someone warned him wemmbu is not trustworthy and he went “wemmbus my boy he wouldnt do that" (or something along those lines). and it’s like. well he did end up doing that. and minute realized he was being used all along.

fast forward to foundation when wemmbu literally said something along the lines of (again, sorry this might not be accurate) he’d team with minute because

- minute is powerful

- he has gear sets

- he would give him stuff

and most of all because he’s too kind for his own good. he wants peace even with his enemies, which we all know from the current arc right now. and wemmbu knows that all too well he knows he wouldnt refuse siding with him even considering their history on kings. anyway we all know how the abyss arc turned out for them with the orbital

so here is this clip i posted a while ago (linked here, because i cant put more than one video in a post apparently) where minute talks about how wemmbu's betrayed him a million times and how he says it hurts but he moves past it (this guy....) well clearly he’s not going to move past it now. because behind his back wemmbu has been working with zam, the person trying to break him mentally, and wemmbu’s stolen his position of power and is going to undo everything he’s worked towards. and the worst part about it is that he even convinced minutes teammates from day one to vote for him.

it’s pretty clear that wemmbu knows minute more and is able to get to him better than zam, he knows how to get into his head, he knows what actually fucks minute up, and no offense to zam because zam did end up winning… he achieved his goal by employing wemmbu! but i noticed minute isnt worried about zam that much anymore, or any of the players at all. it’s wemmbu because he knows what wemmbu can do and he knows how fucked up the server is going to be under his presidency. worst of all he knows what’s going to happen to his friends, he’s been in their shoes before, he knows they’re going to be left for dead when all is said and done, and even though they betrayed him and voted for wemmbu he still wants to save them because he knows it all too well (i think he also did say this). he still has some good left in him, even after the betrayal.

though the players are using wemmbu's presidency term to get what they want, it’s always going to end up being minute against wemmbu, it’s a cycle that ive noticed keeps repeating lately . thank you all forcoming to my ted talk

(p.s. i copied and pasted this from my twitter thread sorry if theres any weird formatting. or typos. or bad english pleabse be nice to me smiles)