#i think I wasn't too clear with my instructions and that's why no one has sent anything yet...

[chaosister]

Chao! I still don't understand how the prompt works 😭

AAAA I'M SORRYYY (i think i didn't explain it well...)

basically, you can send in any prompts you like for any character! for example: “(insert prompt) for infinity please!”

you can send as many as you want! as long as the event isn't closed yet then spam me with those prompts!

this is open for the fandoms that I've mentioned in my event post! if you're still confused then please hit me up! ^^

[copperbadge]

Recently I ran across an article about an art center that was doing creative expression classes for people with disabilities. Not that unusual, I've encountered that and trauma-oriented art therapy before, but it was the first time I'd come across the idea since getting diagnosed with ADHD. While the class was aimed more at high-needs disabilities, it occurred to me that I could -- if I wanted -- make non-prose art about being disabled.

Outside of my work in scene design I've never been much of a visual artist because I've never felt I had the combination of "something to say" and "a meaningful way to say it", but I started to question how meaningful and complex I really had to be to just make some statements about having ADHD. I can do it in prose, after all.

So I started thinking about how you would talk, in visual language, about things like time blindness, shame stemming from undiagnosed disability, the shift in behavior that medication can induce. Ways to express my condition to people who don't experience it. I still didn't really know how to build the pieces but whenever I went to an art museum I'd think about how I might do a gallery installation. The centerpiece of my mental gallery was a pair of barcodes, one marked "Neurotypical" and one marked "Neurodivergent".

[ID: An interior view of a small booklet, with pages marked 1 and 2, showing barcodes -- on the left, labeled Neurotypical, and on the right, in slightly weirder configuration, labeled Neurodivergent.]

And then I thought, why not make a zine? Nothing you're thinking of couldn't be put in zine form instead of on a gallery wall.

[ID: The booklet continues to pages 3 and 4; on page 3 is a postage-style label reading AUTISM with up arrows on either side, and on page 4 is a QR code labeled ADHD. The QR code technically should work but it just dumps a block of text I wrote about having ADHD into a browser.]

I grew up with zine culture in the 90s and I always wanted to make one but much like with visual art, I never felt like I had the right kind of thing to say; either I had too much to say or too little, and anyway I wasn't confident that what I wanted to do wouldn't just come off as trite and obvious. But you can make a six-page zine out of a single sheet of paper, so I did: I made Helpful Labels For Strange Brains by idab zines, a division of Extribulum Press. (i--dab is a term for a cuneiform tablet that contains a royal communication.)

[ID: The last two pages feature the same image -- a cereal bowl with a spoon in it, the spoon containing a single Adderall pill. One image, however, is captioned "Wake up. Pour yourself a cup of iced coffee. Fix a bowl of cereal. It's going to be a good day." while the other is covered in a detailed ADHD-style step-by-step process for the same actions, culminating in "It's going to be a day like that."]

I'm pretty pleased with how it came out -- the art all looks intentional and it still has that "taped this together after school" aesthetic I remember fondly from the 90s. And the confines of six pages, each only a few inches square, offers a good structure to keep things clear, simple, and meaningful.

[ID: The cover of the zine, labeled "Helpful Labels For Strange Brains" in a kind of esoteric stampy font.]

Especially nice is that if you wanted to you could just hand out the flat sheet, and let folks fold it into a booklet or not -- there's instructions for folding it on the back of the zine. Additionally I have some sticker backed printer paper so I could print it such that you could literally turn the labels into real labels.

Anyway if you want it, here ya go. You can print it on a single sheet of paper and follow the instructions on the back to fold it. I thought about selling it but I do not have the spoons to do a bunch of printing and folding and shipping.

[lunawagner]

Me and You, Always - Chevalier Michel - Translation

His POV event story. This has become one of my favorite event stories, so please don't forget to support it when it's officially translated. This is just a fan translation, there might be mistakes~

Chapter 1

A commoner girl becoming the next queen—it wasn’t a trivial matter that could be explained in just a few words.

Irena: Straighten your back! If you keep walking like that, you'll disgrace yourself before the entire world.

MC:Yes!

Irena: What kind of bow was that? You'll be the laughingstock of the room. 

MC: My apologies!

Irena: Walk from one end to the other again. Until you manage to do it, I won't let you leave the dance hall.

MC: Thanks for your instructions!

Clavis: Chevalier, are you even human?

Nokto: He's a monster, quite a vicious one. 

The usual troublemakers had appeared again. I glanced sideways to see my fool of a brother and Clown peeking into the dance hall through the slight opening of the opposite door.  My heavy sigh didn't seem to deter them. 

Clavis: Didn't expect to find you acting like a Peeping Tom. Naturally, we got curious too...

Nokto: I can't believe you arranged so that she takes etiquette lessons from Irena-sama herself 

Clavis: That great lady's teaching methods are more spartan than Sariel's.

Nokto: Didn't she make all the young ladies from famous families cry?

Clavis: Yes, she’s a true professional when it comes to ladies' education. I heard that even Chevalier's mother teared up. 

Nokto: ...Gruesome.

Though, MC did ask for it herself.

-Flashback Starts-

MC: Chevalier-sama, would it be possible to appoint an experienced instructor in ladies' education for me?

Chevalier: Sure, but why?

MC: At the recent tea parties, I noticed how gracefully the noble ladies carry themselves. But I feel I’m lacking in comparison.

MC: To be able to act like people who were receiving etiquette lessons since their childhood, I think I need to start from the very basics. 

-Flashback Ends-

For the education of the future queen, that famous Great Lady was Rhodolite's finest choice. Also being the grandmother of my fool of a brother, Great Lady had once instructed all royal consorts. 

Under the blazing summer sun, MC was doing her best to follow her instructions, sweat dripping down her face.

Clavis: So my grandmother in the morning, then Sariel's brutal spartan lessons at noon?

Clavis: Ahh, poor MC. It's all because she fell for such a heartless man.

Clavis: She’ll be left with nothing but cruel memories from this sweltering summer. My sister-in-law must be so sad.

Nokto: But since our king stopped by to take a look at it, doesn't that mean he cares in his own way? 

Nokto: Isn't this progress?

Clavis: Hahaha, you're right.

I gave a simple sidelong glance to their nonsensical talk and turned my back.

Clavis: Wait, is it okay to leave like this without praising her a bit?

Chevalier:No need.

Though I didn’t want to interrupt them, my fool of a brother did have a point.

---

MC:I didn't expect you to invite me for a stroll.

That night, we strolled through the palace forest accompanied by summer insects' songs. As the midday heat faded, a cool breeze brushed against us.

MC:The nights feel wonderful. 

Chevalier:...Yeah

MC:Walking seems to make it even better. 

Chevalier: ...

MC:So... could you put me down now?

Although the paved path wasn't hard to walk on, I continued carrying MC in my arms. 

Chevalier:Doesn't it hurt?

MC:It's just muscle soreness.

Chevalier: I'm the one who invited you.

MC: But— 

Chevalier:Pointless resistance won't get you anywhere.

MC: ...Thank you for carrying me.

It should be nearby. I trod on the summer plants, feeling the air shift. The river's murmur soon reached us. As our surroundings cleared, MC, who was obediently staying in my arms, leaned forward. 

MC:What a beautiful place, I didn't know we had a river here.

MC:Wow!

Huh? It seems like even the black one can be useful sometimes.

Chapter 2

As the lights danced along the riverside, MC sighed in awe.

MC:There are even fireflies...!

Chevalier: ...

-Flashback Starts- Leon: Chevalier, did you know there's a firefly spot in the palace forest? It's really beautiful, you should go see it. 

Chevalier: I'm not interested.

Leon: MC would be interested.

Chevalier: They're just insects. 

Leon: But glowing ones.

Chevalier:....

Leon: You owe me one.

Chevalier: I’ve endured your rambling. That makes us even.

Leon: This isn’t rambling; it’s valuable information. Be grateful. -Flashback Ends-

I've never thought I would start doing things like that. As I put MC down, she walked towards the lights. This time her sigh was deeper than the last one. 

MC: It's really beautiful

Without you, they'd just be insects to me. Little points of light were blinking silently. It wasn’t the first time I had seen fireflies, but it was still a rare sight. As MC stood beside me, our eyes met.

MC: Chevalier-sama, do you come here often?

Chevalier:What do you think? 

MC: I can't imagine it. 

Chevalier:Exactly.

MC: ...Since it's deep in the forest, Clavis-san or Leon would be more likely to know this place.

MC: With Clavis-san being busy lately, did Leon tell you?

Chevalier: ....

MC: Bingo.

Chevalier: He's more knowledgeable about these kinds of things. 

MC: But I adore you for bringing me here after hearing about it.

Chevalier: You are as easy as always. 

MC:...Only for you, Chevalier-sama. 

The meaningless time during which we simply watched the faint lights passed. In the past, I would’ve walked away without a second thought, deeming this scenery unimportant. But now, seeing MC enjoy this moment of peace, I held my tongue.

It’s not like I can truly make up for all your hardships and efforts. However, as I'm the one who dragged you into this, I must take the appropriate responsibility for it.  ---

MC: It's an honor to meet you after such a long time. Please, have a seat.

Irena: ...

MC: Could you prepare the tea, please?

Irena: Understood

Some time had passed since MC began her lessons, and the foreign affairs faction hosted a gathering in the palace’s rose garden. With Great Lady accompanying MC as her maid, MC was busy entertaining the noblewomen who came to attend.

Nobleman: Chevalier-sama, as for that public enterprise...

Chevalier: Submit an error-free budget plan first. The rest is to be discussed then. 

While exchanging words with nobles who came to talk one by one, I used the brief moments of free time to check on her. MC's demeanor was more refined than before by virtue of her lessons. However, the autumn wind carried whispers from the crowd

Noble lady: That lady is... 

Nobleman: The former commoner Belle, right? I heard that Marquis approved of her, but...

As the future queen, every little movement of hers was subject to the scrutiny of curious gazes. No matter how polished she became, she'd always be tested as the king's woman, with many waiting for her to stumble. Those who want to be the king's woman, those who have someone to make the king's woman. There were plenty of such people in the mindless rabble.

Once the conversations with the nobles came to an end, I made my way toward MC. Just as I approached her, MC—wearing a longer gown than usual—tripped on it and lost her balance. I caught her before she fell, but the crowd around us began to whisper regardless.

MC: Thank you, Chevalier-sama.

Chevalier: Sure.

Even for something as simple as that, the idle bystanders had to nitpick. Although a smile tugged at MC’s lips, her face paled as she, too, became aware of it. I could push them aside as it is, but…

MC:...Chevalier-sama!

Chapter 3

I lifted MC, carrying her to a nearby pergola. Blocking prying eyes, I set her down and she looked at me in confusion. 

MC: I— 

Chevalier: Your ankle isn't sprained?

MC:I'm fine. This was entirely my carelessness. 

Chevalier:It was an accident that can happen to anyone. None would fault you for resting for a while.

Feeling the crowd's gaze, I stroked her hair. The autumn wind carried no complaints now. By tomorrow, my fool of a brother would spread exaggerated tales. And rather than a small mistake, the solidity of the king's affection would be remembered by people. 

MC:...Thank you, Chevalier-sama 

MC, realizing my intention, smiled faintly. 

Chevalier:You seem regretful despite thanking me. 

MC:Since I was taught by Irena-sama, I wanted to perform perfectly. 

Chevalier:I think you did so.

MC:If only I hadn't tripped— 

Chevalier: It's silly of you to worry about it. 

MC: Hehe... You're right. I shouldn't dwell on it.

Chevalier: Unless you want me to carry you around all the time.

As I tickled her cheek with the tip of my finger, her eyes softened, and the color returned to her pale face.

I know you’re too earnest to not care about it. Still, I hope it won’t bother you for long. ---

Irena: I've taught many ladies over the years. Based on my experiences, I can say with confidence that MC-sama is a resourceful lady. 

Autumn ended, and as the season when we need to light the fireplaces came, Great Lady requested an audience. It had been a while since she started her lessons; accordingly, she seemed to have formed an overall assessment. 

Irena: MC-sama is an intelligent and prepossessing woman. 

Irena: She mastered manners befitting of her position and holds a considerate heart. She possesses the qualities worthy of a future queen, and it is truly rewarding for me to be guiding her.

Chevalier:But you have some concerns, right?

Irena:…I beg your pardon in advance

She especially came to talk to me. It means it was something Great Lady couldn't deal with by herself. 

Irena: There is one matter of concern that I am at a loss as to what to do... ---

Clavis: Come on, tonight's informal! It's all on Chevalier's pocket money. Everybody eat, eat, eat as much as you can!

Leon:Then I won't hold back. I can't believe we're being treated by Chevalier. 

Nokto:Our king has changed. Who would’ve thought he’d throw a family party at the end of the year?

Jin: The alcohol bought with Chevalier's money is delicious. 

Yves: Wait, Jin, you've drunk too much! You can't get carried away like this, even if it's an incentive party.

Licht: Too vibrant.

Luke: Isn't it good once in a while?

I’ll never understand why family gatherings always get so noisy. People from both the internal and foreign affairs of the palace gathered to attend what was supposed to be a casual incentive party thrown by the king. The fact that it was the end of the year only seemed to amplify their excitement.

MC: Chevalier-sama, would you like a drink?

Even amidst this messy environment, MC remained calm, her posture straight as she held out a glass. Her gait, her manner of speaking, her poise—everything about her had changed from months ago. Yet, it seemed like she hadn’t fully gotten used to it yet. She still couldn’t act unconsciously, and even at a family gathering, she was on edge. Of all people, the one I wanted to relax the most stayed tense.

As I took the glass, my fool of a brother and Black approached us, smirking. 

Clavis: Mr. Host, why so serious?

Leon: This is a day to drink, feast, and enjoy, right? Laugh more.

Clavis: If you sulk like that, MC can't enjoy it as well.

Leon:Yep, give us a smile.

Chevalier: ...

Clavis: Hahaha, my brother is being shy. 

Leon: Always so shy, isn't he?

Clavis: It's such a pity after his big public display of affection during the autumn gathering.

Leon: Come to think of it, it became a hot topic for a while. 

Leon: How His Majesty showed off extravagantly in front of his people again

MC: That was...

Before she could finish her words, I stretched out my hand...

Chapter 4

As I covered MC's mouth, my fool of a brother and Black blinked in surprise even more than she did.

Chevalier: What's wrong with it?

Clavis: You mean... "what is wrong with showing off my love"?

Chevalier: ...

Leon:...Hey, Clavis.

Clavis: Yeah, great minds think alike.

Clavis+Leon: We should spread this immediately!

Their antics knew no bounds. Seeing two idiots scamper off excitedly, I removed my hand.

MC: Shouldn't we stop them?

Chevalier: Unnecessary, but... 

I could feel others starting to throw annoying glances to us.

Chevalier: Come with me. 

As I took her to the balcony with me, the winter breeze swept through us. I hugged trembling MC, and warmth arose from the places we touched.

MC: Is it okay to leave like that?

Chevalier: You might be forgetting, but old me didn't even bother to attend social gatherings. I hate crowded, noisy places. It is still the same 

MC: Then why did you decide to hold an incentive event?

Others must be curious too. Our breaths formed a white mist in the air, only to be carried away by the chilling wind.

Chevalier: I wanted to show you an example. 

MC: Example?

Chevalier: There were plenty of them there.

Chevalier: Men who had etiquette lessons hammered into their heads from their childhood and are familiar with social pleasantries. 

All of them, though imperfect in their own ways, are members of the royal family, and all of them have mastered the minimum decorum necessary. Even though they’re men, they represent the ideal MC is aiming for in terms of how to behave.

Chevalier: But you are different from them in one thing.

MC: ..Is it my clumsiness?

Chevalier: Your guard.

MC: My... guard?

Chevalier: They aren’t on guard like you are. Because they know today's gathering is just a recreational one. But you’re still on guard, trying to behave perfectly even now.

MC: That's...

Her words vanished like fleeting snow, leaving no continuation. I'm sure some would praise your attitude as a virtue, but...

Chevalier: No matter how much they’ve been trained in manners, nobody stays on guard all the time. If you don’t learn to discern when to let your guard down, you’ll only exhaust yourself mentally.

MC: ...

Chevalier: Need I say more?

"She’s trying to be too perfect." It was a rare evaluation coming from that Great Lady. Even the person who professed that ladies must conduct themselves flawlessly was concerned by MC’s obsession with perfection. It isn't that I don't understand completely. I know someone who ruined herself while trying to be extremely perfect. The late queen's image surfaced briefly before I brushed it off. After being silent for a while, MC's body relaxed.

MC: Since failing at the autumn gathering, I’ve been constantly thinking about how to behave more perfectly. But…

MC leaned into me, burying her face in my chest.

MC: It's tiring to be perfect all the time. 

Chevalier: Naturally.

I caressed her hair. I could feel her tension melt away, like a flower that had awaited winter’s thaw. Behind us, the party raged on, but MC didn't move for a while as if she had run out of strength ---

Irena: Walk like this with your back straight. Let everyone know that you are the best woman on this continent. 

MC: Yes!

Irena: Nice. Even your bow got better. You've got this. 

MC: Thank you!

Irena: Let's leave it here for today. At this rate, you won't leave me anything more to teach 

Compared to the initial lessons, the atmosphere had drastically changed. The freezing season passed, and with spring’s arrival, MC’s expression grew brighter. After waiting for the right moment, I opened the door, and MC looked at me with joy.

MC: Chevalier-sama, what brings you here today?

Chevalier: I’m struggling to find something to do on my day off.

Chevalier: Aren't you hungry?

As her class ended, I took MC to the pergola, where the maids had already prepared the tea party. 

MC: Ah—! This cake is a limited-time product from that famous shop in town. I’ve wanted to try it! Did you arrange this?

Chevalier: Who else?

MC: I’m surprised you knew about it. Did you hear it from Leon?

Chevalier: I'm not idle enough to chat with him.

MC: Then was it Clavis-san?

Chevalier: Do you think my fool of a brother would recommend a decent cake?

MC: So, you found out about it on your own?

I used a little help from the guard, though. Today was the result of expanding my information network after that firefly incident in the summer.

Chevalier: That is not important.

I led her to a seat and picked up a fork. Cutting a small piece of cake decorated with colors befitting of spring, I held it out, and MC slightly opened her mouth despite seeming embarrassed.

MC: Mmmm... It's so sweet!

MC: I feel like I'm being pampered by Chevalier-sama, whether it is summer, autumn, or winter. 

Chevalier:And what of it?

MC: I want to reciprocate. 

Chevalier: You already have. 

MC: Eh?

Chevalier:Abundantly, actually

In summer, autumn, winter, and now all of your struggle and diligence are for me. There is no precious treasure than those moments where you try to fulfill your responsibility with utmost effort.

Chevalier: You are here. It's the most valuable present.

MC: Hehe... When you say that, it makes me want to try harder. 

MC, who was smiling under the beautiful spring sun, repainted all the seasons I spent alone 

I don't know how to forget, but I don't want to remember the seasons that don't have you in them. 

Epilogue

My mother was a queen whom ladies of nobility admired profoundly. 

Noble lady: Her Highness, your dress is wonderful as always

Queen: Thank you for your kind compliment. Now I can wear this with more confidence

I have this memory from a time I was yet to walk, of Queen before she lost her mind. Coming from a renowned noble family, Queen was always the center of attention. ---

Clavis: Ughh..aaah... I-I hate you!

Chevalier: ....

A few years later, my brother left while crying in a highly emotional manner just because of a single stare from me. 

The queen was admired by many ladies, but her child was the opposite. As he grew older, people distanced themselves from him. He didn’t have the same qualities as the queen and couldn’t capture the same social attention. Before long, the laughter that once filled the palace faded and became a ghost of the past. 

I once thought about it. What would have changed if I could act as amicably as Queen did...but the thought seemed so foolish that I stopped thinking about it.  ----

Noble lady: MC-sama, your dress is wonderful as always

MC:Thank you for your kind compliment. I see that your dress is of the trending Benitoite style. It looks wonderful on you.

Noble lady: You noticed? I'm always impressed by your observatory skills.

The autumn wind carried the light conversation into the office. MC, holding a tea party in the garden, was working hard and socializing on behalf of the emotionless king. 

Clavis: Really nice.

My fool of a brother, who had been checking documents, suddenly looked up to gaze outside. 

Clavis: The palace has become livelier since MC arrived. 

Clavis: Our palace lacked a queen for a long time, and the late king was an asocial man 

Clavis: Perhaps it's more accurate to say that it regained the shape it was always meant to have.

Clavis: However, not every queen can interact with others as tactfully as she does. Your mother used to be the belle of high society. It seems her successor, with the same talents, has appeared. 

Clavis: My, my. Compared to that emotionless, dull man, my sister-in-law is truly magnificent. 

He was right. If I were to inherit the throne alone, our surroundings wouldn’t be so lively. The glory of the palace, built by the last queen, has returned, thanks to MC’s efforts. Yet, people tend to break easily. MC, now standing at the center of attention, could end up like the late queen after just a slight misstep. If the outcome of the mistake a king must never make was the late queen’s fate, then I... ----  

MC: Tonight, the moon is really bright.

That night, while drinking a glass of wine, MC looked at the sky. The harvest moon glowed brightly in the clear sky, leaving little sparkles on the surface of the wine. 

MC: The moon reminds me of that story about the moon rabbit. Do you think there’s a rabbit living up there? 

Chevalier: I’ll let you choose—do you want me to answer with imagination or realistically?

MC: Then, with imagination, please

She was quick to answer. She didn't seem to really believe that there was a rabbit on the moon, rather she just wanted to have a casual chat. 

Chevalier: There’s no rabbit up there. 

MC: But that’s realistic— 

Chevalier: Because she's here. 

As I continued to look at the dumbfounded MC, she understood what I meant and started to smile.

MC:Come to think of it, you used to call me stupid bunny in the past 

Chevalier: You’ve certainly improved compared to before. 

MC: Because I can't stand next to Chevalier-sama as a little bunny

I never thought the woman who was once afraid of the beast like a bunny, would make such great progress. As I took a sip of my wine, its sweetness spread across my tongue. 

MC: If I were the rabbit living on the moon, I’d fly away to meet Chevalier-sama. 

Chevalier: That would surely be a rabbit with very strange tastes. 

MC: I couldn't help but want to be loved by you.

Placing her glass on the blasterades, MC stretched out her hand toward the moon. 

MC: Leaving my old world behind, there are times when I struggle back and forth in an unfamiliar environment. But I can say with confidence that I’m happy now. 

Chevalier: Why?

Turning her gaze toward me, MC smiled bashfully, and her smile's brightness made the harvest moon seem dull in comparison. 

MC: Because you're always by my side.

Chevalier:...

Chevalier: It was a foolish question.

As I put my glass down and cupped her cheeks, her eyes softened with comfort. 

You will bear heavy responsibilities, just like the late queen. But those responsibilities aren’t meant to be carried alone. The late queen was lonely. If that loneliness is what ruins people, then I can be loving and soft just for you. 

Leaning in closer, I kissed her, leaving the moon behind us. 

Though I feel like I already show my love to you as much as possible

[anzulvr]

korosensei does this haunted house thing and makes class e go in it, the reader is really unamused so reader and karma work together to scare the crap out of korosensei

i've seen videos where people hide and reverse the roles in a haunted house instead of being a victim, i think it would be hilarious to see that with a stoic-ish reader and karma

Haunted - Karma x Reader // THIS THING DELETED TWICEE //

- End class had been completely transformed back into an abandoned looking building, much like its original state but with more of a horror factor. Korosensei went all out with Halloween decorations. He'd tried to set a few students up during the last school trip at the abandoned caves he called the "test of courage". It didn't work out, but second times a charm? He'd at least get one couple together this time.

The goal of today's "lecture" was to find a way out of the end class building without breaking any windows. Korosensei mentioned it would test everyone's problem solving abilities as assassins in training. First pair to successfully find the exit through a series of side quests, riddles and puzzles each got two free strikes at Korosensei's tentacles.

The catch? Everyone had a a rope tied around their wrist to a partner. Every move made meant your partner would be right beside you. You got stuck with Karma. You suspected it was not likely by coincidence.

Karma is very cute, but he's also the second worst classmate to be tied to. (First goes to Okajima)

“Karma will you stay still for one minute? You’re bruising my wrist!”

"I'm trying to reach the envelope on the ceiling, will you jump at the right time?"

"There's an easier way to do that."

You yanked the rope on him making him stumble over to you, you brought out a desk together and he was able to use it as a stool.

He opened the envelope and read it to you, "If you found this note go to teachers lounge to look for your next assignment.”

Hint: Keep your eyes out for something four-legged that cannot walk and has a back but no front.

You and Karma headed over to the designated location when you bumped into Rio and Okajima who looked like they wanted to kill one another.

Rios eyes softened when she looked at you. "[Name]! How's your search going?"

"Well we found a-"

Karma put his hand over your mouth before you could tell them about the note. He's not risking his win. "It's going boring, but we do need this room to ourselves, ya mind leaving?"

"Oh you want to be aloneee? Okajima get moving!"

Rio pushed him out the door. "Why couldn't I get stuck with Kanzaki..." "IM THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE COMPLAINING YOU..." Their argument got quieter as they left the area.

You looked back at Karma, "She definitely got the wrong idea."

"Yeah I wouldn't kiss you in this room."

You glared at him, "Solve the riddle before I choke you with the same rope we're tied to."

He mocking stuck his tongue out "Four legs, doesn't walk, it's obviously a chair [Name]! This is too easy."

He turned to get the envelope stuck under one of the chairs.

"Let's read it in the hall, the lights in this room are acting up."

You turned the handle but the door wouldn't budge. You started shaking the door harder hoping it would open. Karma chuckled, then he tried to open it himself and it wasn't so funny anymore.

"Do you think this is apart of the test or are we stuck?" You ask Karma.

He grinned "Change of plans, If Korosensei comes in here I'm going to need you to act possessed."

"I agree we've got to teach him a lesson on not playing Cupid or whatever but how do I do that?"

"Act crazy? Like you normally are but with more enthusiasm and growling."

You snatched the letter from him, "I'll read it."

Instructions: Close the blinds, then hold your partner's hands, chant your names in unison three times... the spirit you summon will lead you to the next step.

Holding Karmas hand while a spirit, Korosensei came to scare you two? It was clear He was trying to get you to cling onto the guy, you could only wonder how many classmates fell for one of his cheap tricks already?

Your question was quickly answered when you heard a girlish scream that sounded eerily like Maehara. Atleast one!

You chanted your names with your hands knitting together the lights completely went off in the room, you braced yourself for what would come.

Korosensei flew into the room and busted the door, you noticed his weird costume as he stood right in-front of you reciting cliche warrior dialogue you could've swore you heard in some movie Karma made you watch a week ago, Sonic Ninja something.

Without missing a beat you twisted your back and hands and started charging backwards towards your teacher, Karma had to crouch weirdly and run at the same time to not drag you down.

Korosensei sped out of the room yelling, about ten seconds later he was back with a set of candles and who knows what else to try to exorcise you.

By that time you and Karma were laughing trying to pick each other back up after you hit yourself on the ground because he stopped running and accidentally yanked you back.

Karma pointed down at Korosensei's wig which fell off when he flew out the class "Was he wearing a powdered wig?!"

Neither of you had noticed Korosensei made it back because of how much you were laughing. Karma ran his one free hand through your hair and face as if to check if you were hurt. It was weirdly gentle for how he usually is. He was casual about it, his confidence made moments like these feel completely natural and comfortable no matter how rare they were.

Maybe the haunted house didn't go exactly how Korosensei intended it to, but this was a sweet enough outcome.

"Nufufufu…"

"Korosenseiii, you ruined the moment!"

Karma laughed softly "That was a moment?"

You headed straight for the door.

"[Name] I'm still tied to you slow down!"

When you refused to listen he tugged back on the rope and wrapped his arms around you.

“Alright, I concede it was a little bit of a moment.”

[flemingsfreckles]

Better Boyfriend than Him (18+) pt. 5

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Read the 4 previous parts here

Warnings: SMUT (18+) frat boy Jessie vibes, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), masturbation, sexting but not really

WC: 5.6k (she’s a little long)

A/N: I got a little carried away and this one ended up a little long.

Jessie 🦖: feel free to dream about me tonight when you go to sleep

Jessie 🦖: or when you’re touching yourself, I don’t mind ;)

Those texts started back at you as you looked at your phone. You couldn’t help but follow both of her texts, about thinking about her while you touched yourself and while you dreamed. You got home and almost immediately moved into your bedroom.

For a second, you debate taking a photo to send to Jessie, show her what she was missing by claiming she doesn’t fuck on the first date. You weren’t sure if that was too forward now that the mood seemed to shift from just sex to something more between the two of you. You decide to meet your idea halfway. You take your phone, open the camera and slide your right hand under your panties, just cupping your hand around yourself, not trying to get yourself off yet.

You snap a photo, before pulling back your phone to admire it. It just showed your bare stomach, starting at just above your belly button showing your hand creeping into your underwear, your legs spread. It’s telling enough without showing her anything too explicit. Without thinking too much about it you put it in a message to Jessie and hit send.

You: glad you don’t mind ;)

Jessie 🦖: holy shit

Jessie 🦖: I should’ve gone against my rule of not fucking on the first date

Jessie 🦖: maybe I can change my dating rules and fuck on the second date

Jessie 🦖: I don’t even date I don’t know why I have “rules”

The last text makes you laugh to yourself. Satisfied with her reaction, you get back to what you were doing. You hook your thumbs into your panties and slide them off your legs. Your hand returns between your legs, you slowly slide a finger between your folds, feeling how wet you had become at the thought of Jessie. She didn’t take much to get you worked up.

A couple minutes and a lot of thoughts about Jessie later, your orgasm takes over, lasting a few seconds, a whisper of Jessie’s name coming from your mouth. Sure, an orgasm was an orgasm but doing it yourself wasn't nearly as satisfying as letting Jessie do it.

Having followed one of her two instructions to think about her, you figured you may as well follow her second text and fall asleep thinking of her. Getting up you move to the bathroom, washing your hands before getting ready for bed.

Before you climb into bed you send her a quick goodnight text, you don’t get an immediate response and assume she has already fallen asleep. When you lay your head down on the pillow, thoughts of Jessie fill your mind. You wished she was next to you, her arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. Instead of listening to your fan, you wish it was the sound of her breathing putting you to sleep.

The next morning you’re woken up by a call from Jessie.

“Hi.” You’re half asleep when you answer the phone, voice still full of sleep. You clear your throat after hearing how your voice sounded.

“Hey, want coffee?” She sounded far too awake on a weekend, as if she had been up for hours already. It was Saturday so you both didn’t have any commitments to attend to. You glanced at the time, seeing it was still early part of you wanted to go back to sleep, fall back into your warm bed and into your dreams of Jessie. But seeing the girl in person would be even better, even if it meant dragging yourself out from the warmth of bed.

“You already know the answer to that.” You never turned down coffee.

“Okay. Can I pick you up in 20?”

“Is this your way of asking me on a date Fleming?”

“Maybe? Is that okay?” Her voice changes as she asks for confirmation.

“Yes, that’s perfect. I’ll see you in a bit.” Before you let her respond to you, you hang up and the line goes dead and you scramble out of bed throwing on a pair of jeans and pulling out a sweatshirt. It was cold out and you wanted to just throw on sweatpants and you would have on a regular trip to coffee with Jessie. Except now this was a date, you had to look nice.

You get distracted by brushing your teeth and hair, tidying up your room a bit. You end up forgetting to finish getting dressed. You had half a mind to make your bed, knowing there was a chance you’d be bringing back a guest later.

You hear, said expected guest, come through the door as you were still getting ready. Cursing yourself for not being ready you continue to rush around cleaning while yelling a greeting to her.

“Hi Jess!”

“Hi, can I come in?” You can hear her voice coming through your bedroom door. You open the door instead of answering. You’re only half dressed but you don’t care. Her eyes draw to your chest for a second where you had on a simple bra, nothing compared to the one you had worn the other day to tease her, she then looks up to your eyes. She realizes she was caught looking and just gives you a smile and greeting.

“Hi.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, “Are you saying hi to me or to my boobs?”

“Who says it can’t be both?” She argues your point. She’s wearing a red flannel over a plain sweatshirt and jeans. You half wish she had shown up in sweats and given you an excuse to also put them on but you also were pleased to see she was treating this as a date.

You grab your shirt and finish pulling it over your head and down your torso. “Considering someone doesn’t fuck on the first date, I don’t think you have the right to say hi to them.” You finish by throwing on your sweatshirt and walk past her out of your room and into the living room.

The two of you decide against walking to the coffee shop, usually you would if it wasn't too far but with the temperature and wind, you decided to hop in Jessie’s car and drive. A few minutes into the drive, Jessie’s hand comes across the center console, finding its place on your thigh. That’s new, you think to yourself but you don’t comment fearing you’ll scare her into moving her hand.

You walk into the coffee shop, it’s quiet, the majority of college students not yet awake at this hour on a Saturday. You both ordered your usual coffees, Jessie adding an extra shot of espresso to hers before offering to pay. It wasn’t uncommon for her to buy your coffee or for you to buy hers, you both traded off paying, it was easier than ordering separately. Knowing this was a date made watching her offer to pay feel different.

Watching Jessie as she sat across from you you could tell something was up with her. She wasn’t one to add extra caffeine into her coffee besides the standard, claiming anymore made her feel like she was vibrating. She usually wasn’t one to be up before 10 on the weekends. It was noticeable she was zoning out as well, staring off behind your head for periods of time before snapping back to focus on the two of you. She leaned back in her chair covering her mouth as she let out a big yawn.

“What's up with you today? Late night fucking your other girlfriend yesterday?” The sentence comes out more serious than you intended, your attempt at sarcasm completely missing.

“My other girlfriend? Are you claiming to be my first girlfriend?” She’s got one eyebrow raised at your sentence.

“Um. I didn't mean it like that,” You definitely didn't mean to call yourself her girlfriend, sure it had crossed your mind but now was not the time for that conversation. “I just meant that we’re dating.” That didn't help the point you were trying to make, you realize how much of a fool you were making of yourself. “Not that we're dating, like officially dating, but we’ve done on dates, well one date, besides today, this is two. I just meant, it was a joke.”

“Okayyy.” Jessie looks as if she's about to laugh. “Are you good?”

“Perfect, just we’re not girlfriends, I didn't mean for it to come off that way, I know we aren't anything officially.” If this was happening with anyone besides Jessie you would have ran out of the coffee shop by now and never shown your face again.

“We could be?” The words come out of Jessie’s mouth as both a question and a statement. For a second you think you must have heard her wrong. There’s no way miss ‘i dont date’ was already willing to commit to the girlfriend label after one official date.

“What?”

“Yeah that's actually what kept me up last night. It was you, not my other girlfriend.” she kicks you softly under the table. “I was just thinking. Thinking about you, well us.” She pauses, taking a sip of coffee, you can tell she has more to say. Staying silent you just watch her, giving her the space to talk.

“I’m going to need help though, I still really don't know what I’m doing as far as dating. I can't promise that I’ll be perfect, but I couldn't stop thinking about you last night and I haven't had that happen in years. And I’m still scared, not of you, just of how badly she messed me up, and I know you're not her, but I think I’m ready to try again.”

You knew what Jessie meant, bringing up her ex girlfriend and how she had messed her up. For the first few months of your friendship you never heard much about the girl, Lauren. Jessie would occasionally reference her ex, but never giving much detail. She finally spilled all of the details to you on the couch after a long night of drinking. Jessie told you all about the girl, how she was her first everything. First proper date, first kiss, first relationship, first sexual experience, first person she brought home to meet her parents, first and only person she had said I love you to, first person she pictured a future with, and ultimately her first heartbreak.

Lauren was older by a year and when she went off to college, they agreed to do long distance. It lasted for a couple months, going well, facetime calls and texts keeping the couple in touch and happily in a relationship. Or at least that's what Jessie thought until she took a surprise visit to see her then girlfriend. Jessie told you how Lauren had not seemed super excited to see her but she was still young and naive and thought nothing of it. She noticed Lauren’s behavior was different but figured that's just what happens when you go to college and get a taste of adulthood. Jessie only learned the truth when the two found themselves in bed later that day and Jessie removed Lauren’s shirt to find her then girlfriend covered in hickeys. It quickly came to light that Lauren had been cheating on Jessie since quite literally the first day she arrived at school. Their relationship ended following a screaming match between the two, breaking Jessie’s heart and wrecking her ability to trust people and future partners.

When she went to college a year later, Jessie wanted nothing to do with relationships, only wanting to have the same “fun” her ex had behind her back for months. She started sleeping around, enjoying her no strings attached lifestyle for the first few years, until now.

“I don’t expect you to be perfect.” Reaching across the table you put her hand on hers. You didn't want her to think you had insanely high expectations for this relationship. “I expect you to be how you already are, that's why I like you in the first place, because of how you are already, you don't need to change anything just because we change this from friendship to relationship. Except maybe more kissing than when we were just friends.”

“Okay.”

“So are you and I-”

“Does that me we-”

You both start your sentences only to fall silent once the other starts talking. You just sit and look at each other, waiting for the other to speak.

“Go ahead.” Jessie gestures toward you.

“So are you and I, like, dating then? Are we girlfriends?” This felt like the least romantic way you could be asking her to be your girlfriend but you weren’t sure Jessie would be interested in some form of big gesture to ask her.

“That’s what I was going to ask.” Part of you is relieved hearing she was on the same page. She didn’t date, you didn’t want to make her feel pressured.

“Is two dates too soon? I mean for someone who doesn’t date, that seems fast.”

“I don’t know, is it too fast?” Jessie gives you a shrug when she asks.

“I don’t know. It’s confusing. Because I already know you so well, so it feels different.” It was true you didn’t have to do all the pleasantries like you normally would on the first few dates. You didn’t have to ask if she had siblings, where she grew up, what major she was, what her favorite food was. All those details were already ingrained in your brain and that was nice but it was throwing off the usual dating timeline.

“I mean you said we could just do this how we want to, trial and error and all.”

“I’m gonna let you take the lead, if you want to make this formal, say we’re dating, that we’re a couple, I’m comfortable with that. But I’m also comfortable if you’re not ready for that, that’s okay, we can just keep doing what we’re doing.”

Jessie takes a second to ponder your options. Her hands spin her empty coffee cup around, she’s looking down at it. It’s as if she zones out for a minute, her eyes not blinking as she stares down. After what feels like an hour to you, she gives her head a shake and blinks a couple of times before looking up at you from across the table.

“I’m ready to make it formal.” She gives a soft nod with her response.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

You both sit, grinning at each other from across the table. You’re filled with a warm, glowing feeling looking at her. Someone who was just your best friend a few weeks ago had suddenly become so much more than that, it was perfect.

You finish up for coffee, putting out your hand to take Jessie’s empty from her. You throw out your empty cups and return to the table.

“Do you want to come over for the rest of the day?” It’s silly to ask, Jessie probably already assumed she’d be coming over like she usually did but you felt the need to ask her anyway.

With a nod and a quiet “yes” Jessie stands up, grabbing her keys from the table and follows you out of the coffee shop and to her car. Almost immediately after sitting down in the car, Jessie’s hand is back on your thigh, this time it sits more on the inside and higher up. Her hand on the ride to coffee had sat in a more appropriate location, more of a reassuring touch. Now her hand gripped your thigh in a more possessive, bordering sexual manner. You could feel her fingers flex and tighten on you as she drove.

When you got home you told Jessie you were going to change, not wanting to be in jeans all day. You throw on some soft shorts, made out of an old pair of sweatpants that you had cut. They weren’t the most flattering for your figure but they were comfortable. When you emerge from your bedroom Jessie is on the couch. She looks up at you, giving you a glance head to toe and a quick smile. You move over to the couch, picking up a book on the way over.

You sat in a comfortable silence with Jessie on the couch, your calves and feet placed comfortably in her lap. She sat on her phone, probably playing some mind numbing game, while you read. It wasn’t anything special but having the peaceful morning with her was the best start to a weekend you had had in a while.

With a sigh Jessie put down her phone, her hands coming to rest on your shins instead. Peering over the book you look at her, confused if the sigh she gave was one of content or unrest. She looked relaxed, looking forward out the window, a small smile on her face, so you went back to reading. You were only able to focus for a couple more paragraphs before you felt her hands start to move.

Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of how easily she could affect you, you kept your eyes down at the text in front of you. You weren’t able to actually focus on the words but you could pretend for a bit. Jessie’s hands crept up, making it past your knees and onto your thighs. She was having to lean over slightly in your direction to keep moving her hand upward.

She shifts again, taking away one hand and leaving the one closest to you, her movement allowing her to have even further reach, dipping between your shorts and your skin.

“Jessie,” you say as her hand creeps up your thigh even higher, her fingers finding where the edge of your underwear sat in the crease of your thigh and hip.

“What?” She gives you a smile playing dumb.

“You know what, don’t play dumb with me, I know you’re trying to tease me, so just do it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As she says it she lets her hand slide into the inner most part of your thigh, her pinky moves out to slide across your core with feather light pressure you barely even notice her movement.

“Your girlfriend is asking you to fuck her, are you going to do something or not?”

Uncharacteristically, Jessie’s face turns bright red at your comment. Her hand freezes against you.

“Um, yeah, right.” You notice an uncertainty in her voice, her eyes no longer meet yours, she looks off behind your head to the wall.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just, girlfriend, isn't something I’m used to hearing.”

“If you’re having second thoughts about this, we really can wait on labeling it Jessie. I don't mind waiting. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s just new for us. Not bad, just different. I haven’t heard that word used since… Lauren.” Jessie lets her name fall from her lips as if it’s poisoned, she says it quickly and quietly.

You cringe slightly at the mention of her ex, not really an ideal thing to be brought up when she’s got her hand touching your pussy through your panties.

Jessie must have noticed your reaction to the mention of Lauren. “Sorry I don’t mean to keep bringing her up, it’s just the only comparison I have.”

“No I know, it’s okay, I understand, just I don’t want to necessarily hear about another girl you’ve fucked while your hand is between my legs.”

“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you?” As she says the words she moves her head, letting her lips meet your neck, placing open mouth kisses down from just behind your ear to where your neck meets your shoulder. Your mouth falls open at the feeling of hers on your neck, a breathy sigh leaving your body.

Jessie stands up from the couch, pulling you to stand with her. She turns to face you and picks you up, her hands roughly gripping the back of your thighs as she moves the two of you to your bedroom. She places you softly on the bed, climbing to place herself above you.

She’s hovering close, holding herself up on her forearms so her face is just inches from yours. She hovers above you for just a second before sitting back and moving her hands to your shirt.

“Off?” You loved that even though it was very clear you wanted her, Jessie still took the time to check with you before she would undress you or do anything to your body.

You sit up, throwing your arms up above your head to let Jessie know you wanted your top off. You get your arms out of the shirt and while Jessie pulls it over your head, your own hand moves to your back finding your bra clasp and releasing it. You slide the straps down your arms. Jessie’s hand comes up, resting the valet of your breasts and she gives you a push, making you lay back down. She moves her hand to cup your chest, her thumb and index finger making their way to your nipple, giving it a soft touch before a firm pinch. Her other hand moves to support her body and she moves back to being face to face with you, she just looks at you, a cocky smile on her face.

“Kiss me!” Sick of her teasing you decide to just tell her what you want. She obliges, bringing her lips to yours in a searing kiss. It doesn’t take long for her tongue to brush against your lips. You feel her grind her hips against yours, causing a moan to find its way out between kisses.

Wanting to take a bit of control for once, you gently bite on Jessie’s bottom lip, pulling away from the kiss, her lip still between your teeth. You give it a firmer bite before releasing it, letting it pop back against her teeth. Her fingers pinch your nipple harder out of reaction to your bite.

You open your eyes to see her surprised reaction.

“That was hot.” Her eyes are wide as she stares down at you, her own teeth now biting her bottom lip.

“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” You try to give her your best innocent look, as if you didn’t know you were turning her on.

She switches her hands, giving your other nipple the same treatment. Feeling a loss from her hand, you bring your own hand up to your chest, mimicking her actions on the nipple she had abandoned.

“No.” Jessie is quick to grab your wrist, pinning it to the pillow above your head. “You don’t get to touch right now, let me please you.” She moves down so her lips brush your ear. “You can show me how you touch yourself another time.” That sends a wave of heat through your body, the thought of showing Jessie how you had touched yourself all the times you thought of her. You get lost in the thought of that fantasy for a minute before you’re brought back to reality with Jessie’s mouth closing around your right nipple, her hand still playing with your left. She stays focused on your chest, biting, squeezing, kissing, sucking until you’re practically thrusting up at her with your hips, desperate for contact. You knew when she took off your shorts there would be a noticeable wetness in your underwear, you could feel it dripping from where you needed Jessie the most.

“Someone’s getting impatient.” Jessie laughs to herself, you give her a scowl, but she gives in, her hands finding where your shorts sat on your hips and she hooks her fingers in the waistband, looking up at you for consent. You lift your hips, nonverbally telling her to take them off. Much to your disappointment she only starts to remove your shorts. She has them just at your knees when you figure you may as well ask.

“Take it all off please.”

“Wow, really impatient aren’t we?”

“Yes, I need you Jessie.”

You hear a soft mutter of “fuck” leave Jessie mouth, you’re not entirely sure she meant to say it, more that it was the reaction to you using her name. You’re not sure she’s going to give in, her hand stalling where they held your shorts. She starts moving again, finishing pulling off your shorts. Before you can protest that she left your panties, the thumbs are in the waistband of them, pulling them down quickly.

Once she finishes removing your underwear she sits back. Her hands find your inner thighs and she spreads your legs, leaving you fully exposed under her gaze. As if she hadn’t just exposed your dripping pussy, she looks away from where you desperately needed her. Jessie’s hands come up to hold you right above your waist. Her thumbs caress the skin where they sat, rubbing back and forth. Her gaze is all over your body, looking at every inch of your exposed skin.

“You look so pretty like this.” You feel a blush start at your cheeks and move down your chest as she studies your naked body. She’d seen you like this before, but it felt like the first time she was really looking at you, seeing you. There was a different admiration in her eyes, mixed with the lust you had come to know. “All mine.”

“Only yours.” You tell her when her eyes make their way up from your navel to your chest and to meet your own gaze.

Jessie pulls her hand from your waist, letting her fingers trail a path down to the apex of your legs. Despite your legs already being open, you spread them further, encouraging Jessie to touch you.

“Fuck, baby.” The noise comes out deep and raspy from her mouth as Jessie’s fingers finally feel between your legs where your arousal had pooled. Jessie then looks at you, her fingers stalling their movements, her voice returning to her regular voice, not the same husky voice form before. “Is baby okay? We didn’t really talk about that.”

“Yeah, I like it.” You did, you liked it when she called you her’s a second ago and you liked the pet names.

Jessie fingers get back to their movements. She moves two fingers down to your entrance, gathering some of your slick and pulling it upward before she starts circling your clit. Her touch has you throwing back your head against the pillow.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Jessie hums in your ear and her fingers continue to tease your clit, circling around it and down to your opening.

“All because of you babe.” You groan back in her ear. It was true, you were never this wet when you touched yourself, or when anyone else had ever touched you, you were only like this with her, because of her.

Each time she would move her fingers toward your entrance she’d dip into you, just barley letting her fingers inside before she’d pull back and move up to where you were most sensitive.

Getting impatient again, when her hand makes the move back down to your entrance you try grabbing her hand, trying to push her fingers further inside of you.

“What are you doing?” Jessie stalls her hand, she was stronger than you and as much as you were trying, you weren’t able to overpower her and her fingers remained just outside.

“You’re taking too long.”

“You could’ve just said something.” You rolled your eyes at her, you knew she was joking, you hadn’t explicitly said you wanted her fingers in you but you figured the displeased moans every time she pulled back and the bucking of your hips when she’d get close was enough to give the hint.

You go to make a smart comment back but as you open your mouth, two of Jessie’s fingers slide into you, she pushes in until her fingers are fully inside. Instead of a sentence, a loud moan comes out.

“Is that what you wanted?” Jessie moves so that she’s laying between your legs now, her cheek resting on the inside of your thigh, her eyes look between where her fingers were buried in your pussy and where your mouth was hung open, your eyes closed in pleasure.

“Mmhm.” The murmur is all you’re able to get out, overwhelmed from the sudden sensation of her fingers opening you.

Jessie begins to move her fingers the same methodical curling she had done to you before. Already worked up from the teasing you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were clenching on her fingers. You have your eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of her fingers, both trying not to cum too quickly but also wanting to let the feeling fully take over your body.

With your eyes closed you don’t see Jessie moving to place her mouth on your clit, you only feel it once her tongue is lapping against you. Instinctively your hand moves to her head, gripping her hair as you sit up slightly to look at her. Her eyes are closed, as if she’s fully concentrating on making you feel good. The sight of her so focused between your legs makes your stomach clench and you feel yourself tighten on her fingers.

“Jessie, please.”

She hums in response against your pussy, that’s all you need as you feel your legs tense and your grip in her hair tightening.

“Fuck babe.” You groan as you cum on her fingers and lips. Her fingers continue pumping inside of you, working you through your orgasm until your own fingers come to push on her wrist silently telling her you were done. She slowly pulls her fingers from you, you watch as a string on your arousal connects them to you for a second before it breaks. Looking at you then to her fingers Jessie spreads them slightly, you can see the wetness that connect her fingers. She makes sure you’re watching as she brings her fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly between her lips.

It’s an erotic sight, your newly named girlfriend, sucking off her own fingers that were covered in your orgasm. It stirred something deep inside of you. You wanted to fuck Jessie, you wanted to return the favor, you wanted to be sucking her arousal off your fingers, but you weren’t sure how.

You weren’t sure how to ask, and even if you found the courage to ask, you weren’t sure what to do. You had always thought about sleeping with a girl, girls were hot, you were attracted to women, you just had never gotten around to acting on it, the fear of being considered a “virgin” as far as sleeping with women had kept you from trying any casual hookups. But now you were dating Jessie, that was different than a casual hookup.

While you were too busy hyper fixated on your lack of sexual experience with women, Jessie had made her way up to lay next to you. She was watching your face and you were staring off to the wall.

She placed a kiss to your forehead. You could smell the strong smell of yourself still on her face. She pulled back looking down at you. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you thinking about?” Here it was the perfect time to bring it up, she was asking, there was no pressure, no expectations.

“Nothing.” That was the easy route, not telling her, letting your concerns and fears stay in the back of your mind. You could fake like you knew what you were doing.

“Seriously? You weren’t allowed to lie to me when we were just friends, we’re dating now so you’re really not allowed to lie to me.” She knew you too well, knew when you were lying, she knew when you were overthinking.

“Are you ever going to want me to touch you?” For the second time today your words come out not in the way you wanted. You meant to ask differently, in a way that was less accusatory, less hostile.

“Oh.” Jessie looks like she regrets pushing on the lie before. “I, yes, I just, I haven’t let anyone touch me besides…” you get the hint that she was referring to Lauren as she lets her sentence trail off.

“Oh.” You don’t mean for it to come off negatively, that was just your initial reaction.

“Yeah, and then after her I just, I didn’t want to trust anyone with my body like that again, I was, I’m worried about giving that vulnerability to someone just for them to ruin me again, to betray my trust.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” It’s all you can think to say. You now felt like a dick for wanting to see her naked. While you were too caught up in never having been on the giving side of sapphic sex, here was your girlfriend with more real, genuine concerns.

“It’s okay, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it, I just couldn’t bring myself to. It’s embarrassing.” Her eyes move from your face to the blanket covering the both of you.

You reach a hand out to her cheek. “It’s not embarrassing babe.” You place a kiss on her nose. “We can do this at whatever pace you want, you just tell me.”

“Okay.” Jessie gives you a halfhearted smile.

“I’m going to go shower, is that okay?” You start to move from the bed, still completely naked. You’re about to move into the bathroom when you hear Jessie speak up from behind you.

“Can I join you?”

[elliespassagerprincess]

heyy could you write something based on Dark Red by Steve Lacy?

i love all your works btw

Dark red - (ellie williams x reader)

hi poookie!! thank you sm!! i hope you don't mind me writing this as a gore story, I've been writing a lot of fluff recently and i missed my violent stories, but if you want me to write a different version just let me know!!! i hope you enjoy <33

This story is based off the song Dark Red by Steve Lacy, if you can please listen to the song while you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

HUGE warning: murder, kidnapping, being held hostage, dead bodies, violence

Summary: in which she wanted you to herself

masterlist

"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me

I don't know what, but I feel it coming

Might be so sad, might leave my nose running

I just hope she don't wanna leave me"

Something bad was going to happen. Ellie could feel it in her bones. She doesn't know why she feels this way, but ever since she woke up this morning, she's been filled with dread. A heaviness in her gut she can't shake off.

Ellie sat at her desk, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring. She hasn't been home for the last 3 days because of school spirit week.

Ellie was so pissed off when she heard they were having a camping day, a sleepover and a all nighter back to back. Everyone was complaining that they were exhausted due to all the activities happening at school, but Ellie wasn't thinking about sleep.

She was thinking about you.

She was always thinking about you.

Ellie could see everyone was staring at the clock, they were practically counting down the seconds before the bell rang. They wanted to go home.

Ellie wanted to go home too, she needed to get home to you.

5, 4, 3, 2-

Before the bell rang the intercom went off. The students groaned thinking that they had to stay at school for another day.

"Can Ellie Williams please come to the principals office. Ellie Williams. I repeat, can Ellie Williams please come to the principals office"

fuck.

The bell rang soon after and everyone ran to the door, Ellie watched as they ran like animals.

"Fucking idiots" she thought to herself

She waited till most of the kids were gone, before she got up grabbing her bag and slowly making her way to the office.

She knocked on the door, and she heard a small "come in".

She let out a sigh as she reluctantly pushed open the door and she was greeted by a the principal and a detective.

What the fuck?

"Close the door and sit down" the principal instructed.

As she sat down her heartrate increased. Her ears were ringing, her palms were sweaty.

The detective cleared his throat before he spoke "as you know y/n has been missing for 3 months now"

She nods

"after further investigation, it seems you were the last one seen with her"

"Was i really or are you looking for someone to blame?" Ellie asked with a raised brow.

She knew where you were, but she couldn't tell him that.

"Ms Williams you're under suspension of kidnapping"

Ellies fists clench by her sides "why am i? Just because i was last seen with her?"

"You guys were best friends, many people said you were close, some say you where obsessed"

Oh she was mad. Ellie was really mad. She wasn't obsessed, she just cared about you.

"i wasn't" she said through gritted teeth.

"We think you know where she is"

Ellie got up, her fist hitting the table "so you're accusing an underage child of kidnapping? do i look like I'm capable of doing that?"

"Ms Williams-"

"no"

Ellie turned to the door and she stormed out. She walked out of the building rushing home to see you.

She hoped you didn't leave her.

"Don't you give me up, please don't give up

On me, I belong with you and only you, baby

Only you, my girl, only you, babe

Only you, darling, only you, babe

Only you, my girl, only you, babe

Only you, darling, only you"

They weren't wrong about what ellie had done to you.

But she had to do it! How else was she supposed to keep you to herself?

Ellie always has feelings for you. Ever since you shyly asked her for a pencil in year 8, she's been all over you. As the years went by her fondness towards you grew, you made her blush, you made her giggle, you made her so fucking happy.

Overtime the two of you built a good friendship but Ellie always wanted more.

It was a Thursday, the sun was shining and the two of had a science project to finish.

The homecoming dance was getting closer and she wanted to ask you. Ellie thought this was the perfect moment to ask you.

"So....with who are you going to homecoming?" Ellie asked clearing her throat

"oh Dina asked me"

"what did you say?"

"I said yes, i think Dina is cute"

No no no no no no no

Not her. You belong to her. You were hers. Not Dina. You were supposed to go with her.

No no no no no

"Ellie?" You asked with concern seeing her zoned out expression.

Ellie looked at you briefly before her hands wrapped around your neck. You let out a silent scream trying to scratch her. You tried fighting but you couldn't. Ellie was stronger than you, she was bigger too.

Eventually you went limp in her hands.

Heavy breaths left Ellie's mouth.

You were still breathing. Good.

She dragged you to her house, hiding behind bushes once in a while to make sure no one saw her. She dragged you into her house, and into her basement.

Ellie placed your body onto the cold floor and she watched you breathing faintly.

Now you cant go with Dina.

"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me

Why I feel this way, I don't know maybe

I think of her so much, it drives me crazy

What if she's fine?

It's my mind that's wrong

And I just let bad thoughts

Linger for far too long"

You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.

She's just having bad thoughts. Ellie has always had a tendency to overthink things.

She knew it was bad to overthink but she was always prepared for the worst.

When Ellie first kidnapped you, 3 months ago everything was fine.

You never screamed, you never fought back, you always tried negotiating or escaping which was good because she didn't need to tie you up or gag you.

You made things easy for her. Ellie fed you, she kept you company, she tried to be Dina.

She really tried to keep you happy.

You didn't need Dina, you needed her.

But for the last month you've been very sick. You barley spoke, you barley ate, you barley moved.

There was something wrong with you, she just didn't know what it was.

Since she hasn't been home for 3 days, Ellie didn't know if you would still be alive. There was no one to feed you. No one to talk to you. You were all alone.

You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.

She's just overthinking it.

Her house key rattled as she pushed open the door. She quickly made her way to the basement, unlocking the door. She walked down the stairs quietly calling your name.

You didn't say anything. She didn't see any movement. she slowly made her way to the bed she had made for you and there you were.

Your skin was pale, cold and it was turning blue. You weren't breathing.

Ellie let out a sigh as she gently grabbed your body, hugging you, not caring of the smell.

Atleast Dina cant get to you.

You were hers. You were safe. You were ok. You now only belong to her.

<3

[ministerlo]

Roommate Troubles

You had Ash as a roommate, he was what you would imagine an average American guy looked like, he wasn't that tall and didn't have that much muscle, with equal brown hair and brown eyes, you had been roommates for a couple years now. You know that he’s gay and had a crush on you, but you do not understand why, as you were just as average as he was however, what you didn't know was that Ash believed that you had amazing potential to become his boyfriend however, he believes that you needed some, gentle suggestions. So he has been practicing hypnosis so he can finally make you his. One day, he walks into your room, holding a pendant

"Hey Jackson, I’ve been practicing some hypnosis and was wondering if I could try it on you" he asked a mischievous smirk on his lips.

Your naive self didn't think that it would work, so you thought why not? why not indulge him, after all if you didn't he would just annoy you until you finally conceded. So you agreed.

He smiles widely, clearly excited at the prospect. "Awesome, thanks, Jack! Just sit back, relax, and focus on my voice, okay?"Ash puts on a calm, soothing tone as he begins the induction.

"Imagine yourself in a peaceful place... a warm beach at sunset, the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore. Feel the soft sand beneath you, the gentle breeze on your skin. With each breath, let go of any tension or stress..."His eyes lock onto yours intensely as he continues guiding you deeper under. "Your eyelids are growing heavy... they're like lead weights pulling down on your lashes. Soon, they'll close all the way, and when they do, you'll be in an even deeper state of relaxation." Ash slowly circles around behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Just let go, Jack".

You slowly fall into a deep trance, feeling yourself relax beneath Ash's ministrations, following his instructions as you slowly let go, and sink into the trance like state.

Ash pauses for a moment, giving you time to process before continuing. "I'm going to count backward from three, and when I reach one, you'll open your eyes feeling refreshed and focused. But here's the important part - you won't remember anything we just did together, not until I trigger it later with a special word, Relax, which will bring you back to this state. Ready? Ash counts down quietly. "Three... two... one! When you blink, open your eyes," he gives you a reassuring smile. "How are you feeling, Jack? Relaxed? Energized?"

You blink awake, feeling strangely refreshed despite having no memory of the hypnosis session. "Hmm, yeah, actually pretty good. That was weird, though, I don't recall what happened while I was out. What were you doing back there anyway?" I glance around, just enjoying the relaxation not given any reason to doubt my roommate.

Ash steps back slightly, trying to play it cool, but his eyes still smolder with mischievousness. "Oh, nothing much, just some meditation techniques I've been exploring. It's supposed to help clear the mind." He chuckles lightly, attempting to brush off the intensity of the moment. "But enough about that, how about we grab some lunch? I'm starving after our little experiment." Ash offers you a friendly smile, hoping to change the subject and hide his true intentions. As you both head out, Ash can't help but think about the progress he made today. He's getting closer to making you his, and soon you'll be putty in his hands, eager to please him and worship him as his lover.

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As you're both lounging on the couch watching TV, Ash casually reaches over and places his hand on your thigh. His touch is light but deliberate, testing the waters. "So, Jack," he says, his voice low and smooth,  "I've been thinking... maybe we should have a little fun tonight. Nothing too crazy, just some board games and snacks. What do you say?" Ash's gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he waits for your response. In reality, he has no intention of playing harmless games. This is just the beginning of his plan to break down your defenses and make you vulnerable to his manipulation and hypnosis.

You look at Ash's hand on my thigh and feel a sliver of disgust slide down your back, You ask him to remove his hand. There's something about the casual yet intentional touch that makes me uneasy, not used to and not wanting his touch. "you shake your head, trying to clear the confusing thoughts. "Board games, huh? Yeah, sure, that sounds fine." you nod, deciding to play along for now. "As long as it's not too late, I guess we could give it a try." you shift slightly, trying to create some distance between us without being rude. Ash's proximity is starting to unnerve you.

Ash withdraws his hand, but the heat of his touch lingers on your skin. He nods understandingly, pretending not to notice the unease he's causing. "Wait a second, I'll set everything up." He gets up from the couch and walks towards the living room table, where he keeps a stash of board games. A few minutes later, Ash returns with a game box in hand. "Alright, I picked out a classic - Monopoly. It should be fun!" He sets the game down on the coffee table and pats the spot beside him invitingly.

You finish the episode and stand up, stretching lazily. you walk over to Ash "Monopoly, huh? Okay, let's give it a shot." You sit down next to Ash, trying to ignore the proximity of his body. The game box feels warm from his handling. As you begin setting up the game, Ash's fingers brush against yours, sending another spark of electricity through me. I pull my hand back quickly, focusing intently on arranging the properties and chance cards. "So, do we want to play as usual, or..."

Ash grins mischievously as he watches you fumble with the game pieces, clearly uncomfortable by his "accidental" touches. Why don't we spice things up a bit? Why don't you just relax." His eyes gleam with excitement at the prospect of exploiting your vulnerabilities.

Almost immediately you fall into the deep trance that you had the first time you fell under Ash's control. The word seems to have an instant effect, your body relaxing into the couch cushions as your mind starts to drift. Your eyelids grow heavy. Ash takes advantage of your weakened state, his hand gliding smoothly over the bulge in your pants.

Ash continues to caress your face, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline as he speaks in a soothing, hypnotic tone. "When you're under my spell, your body will respond instinctively. You'll grow hard and eager. And outside of these sessions, remember to take care of yourself. Hit the gym regularly, build up that lean muscle mass. A strong, fit body will only enhance the pleasure you will give me." He pauses, letting his words sink in.

Your eyelids flutter open and close, still hazy from the trance. You nod slowly, your voice slurred. "Y-yes, Ash... I'll obey. Serve you..." Your hips twitch involuntarily as Ash's hand starts to massage your erection through your pants. A soft moan escapes your lips, showing your growing arousal. "G-gym... I'll go to the gym..." I mumble, trying to focus on his commands despite the fog in my mind. "Get harder... for you..." You mumble through the haze of trance

""I'm going to count backwards from three, and when I reach one, you'll open your eyes feeling refreshed and focused. But here's the important part - you won't remember anything we just did together, except you will remember the order I gave you in the back of your mind, you won't remember them but you will follow them regardless. Ash counts down quietly. Three... two... one!"" When you blink open your eyes, you forget what has happened while you were in a trance

You blink rapidly, your gaze focusing on Ash's face as you sit up straight. For a moment, you seem disoriented, but then a bright smile spreads across my features. "Hey, sorry about that! I think I dozed off for a second." You chuckle lightly, running a hand through your hair. "Ready to start the game now?" There's no sign of the earlier tension or confusion in your expression. It's as if the entire trance sequence never occurred, leaving behind only a lingering sense of Ash's presence and the faintest hint of... anticipation? "Let's see who wins this round of Monopoly, shall we?" You picked up the game piece, and your competitive spirit was rekindled.

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The Next Day

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The following day, you wake up with an inexplicable urge to hit the gym. Despite having no prior interest in fitness, you find yourself driven to get in shape. After a quick breakfast, you head to the nearest gym and sign up for a membership on the spot. Over the next few weeks, you develop a consistent workout routine, often arriving at the gym early in the morning before heading home. Your muscles begin to tone, and you notice changes in your physique that you hadn't anticipated.

As you continue your new gym regimen, Ash observes your progress with satisfaction.

One evening, after a particularly intense workout, you return home exhausted but exhilarated, however excited to take a shower. Ash greets you at the door, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your damp, sweat-slicked form. "Wow, Jack, you look amazing! All that your exercise is really paying off". He steps closer, his fingers trailing lightly over your chest and abs, feeling the definition of your muscles. "You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should celebrate your progress with a special reward. Something to help you relax?" cupping the front of your shorts and feeling your hardening cock a suggestive squeeze through the fabric.

Your eyes glaze over, and you feel your body succumbing to the trance once more. As Ash leads you towards the bedroom, you stumble slightly, your legs unsteady beneath you. Once inside, Ash gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands roaming over your chest and stomach as he positions himself above you. His eyes lock with yours, filled with affection. As you fall into trance, Ash begins to kiss and explore your mouth, his tongue delving deep as he claims your lips.

Ash's kisses intensify, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duel. One hand trails down to grasp your throbbing erection, stroking it firmly through your shorts. "As I touch you like this, you'll feel an increasing need, a burning desire to please me. To make me feel good." His other hand slips under your shirt, fingertips tracing the contours of your abs and pecs. The touch sends shivers down your spine, your body responding eagerly to his ministrations. "Remember, whenever you hear 'relax', you'll submit fully, letting go of all inhibitions. Now, focus on the pleasure building inside you, Jack. Focus on making me feel good." Ash's voice drops to a whisper, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to tease and tantalize your senses.

Ash breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he gazes at you with a mix of lust and possession. "From now on, I want you to resist the temptation of frequent showers after your workouts. Allow the sweat to linger, to soak into your skin and clothes. It'll add to your appeal, making you smell deliciously masculine." His hand drifts down to your groin once more, giving your cock a possessive stroke. "And I have another request. I want you to purchase some jockstraps and wear them during your gym sessions. Not only will it highlight your impressive physique, but it'll also provide a snug, restrictive fit that will heighten your arousal and sensitivity." Ash's eyes gleam with dark promise as he issues his final command.

Ash's fingers trail along your jawline, his thumb brushing over your lips as he brings you back to consciousness. "Wake up now, Jack. Remember nothing, but recall my instructions. They'll guide you without you even realising it." As your eyes flutter open, the haze of the trance lifts, leaving you feeling refreshed and alert. However, a subtle, nagging sense lingers at the back of your mind – a faint awareness of the orders Ash imparted during your trance state. You shake your head slightly, dismissing the odd feeling. With a yawn, you stretch out on the bed, and fall asleep.

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The following morning, you wake up with a strange, almost primal craving. As you head to the gym, you deliberately skip taking a shower beforehand, allowing the sweat from yesterday's workout to still cling to your skin and clothes. At the gym, you browse the athletic wear section and pick up a few pairs of jockstraps, feeling a thrill of excitement as you try them on in the changing room. The snug, restricting fit sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't wait to wear them during your next workout. As you exercise, the jockstraps chafe against your sensitive skin, heightening your arousal with each rep and set. By the time you finish, beads of sweat have formed on your brow, mingling with the perspiration already coating your body. However, while you usually would have been ecstatic to go take a shower, this time, you felt a deep, revolting feeling to that want. And as you're getting ready for bed, you catch a whiff of your own musk, the combination of yesterday's sweat and today's exertion. A smirk plays on your lips as you realize how arousing the scent is to you. As you drift off to sleep, you find yourself dreaming of the gym, of the jockstraps hugging your thighs, and of the way your body responds to the restriction and friction. When you wake up the next morning, the memories of the dreams are fuzzy, but the urge to return to the gym and indulge in the sensations remains strong.

As weeks pass, you've grown accustomed to wearing the jockstraps during your workouts, savoring the way they mold to your body and amplifying your physical responses. Your gym routine has become more intense, mirroring the growing intensity of your secret desires. One afternoon, as you're lifting weights, you notice a few curious glances from fellow gym-goers. The realization that your enhanced physique and provocative attire might be drawing attention sends a thrill through you. After your workout, you stop by the locker room to change, the jockstrap still clinging to your sweaty skin. As you peel it off, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your muscles glistening with exertion, your body taut and primed.

Your gym sessions have become more grueling, fueled by an insatiable hunger for physical challenge and the intoxicating rush of endorphins. The jockstraps have become an integral part of your routine. One evening, as you're undressing for bed, you catch a whiff of your own scent, stronger than usual due to the day's intense workout. Arousal surges through you, and as you drift off to sleep, the remnants of Ash's hypnotic commands from weeks ago resurface, whispering in your subconscious. You're left with a vague, unsettling sense that something about your behavior has changed, though you can't quite pinpoint what it is.

Over dinner, you find yourself stealing glances at Ash, your roommate and secret lover. There's a newfound intensity in his gaze, a smouldering heat that seems to pierce right through you. As you eat, you're acutely aware of the way your clothes hug your body, the fabric damp with the residue of your earlier workout. The jockstraps you wore to the gym are still tucked away in your bag, a constant reminder of your submission to Ash's desires. Suddenly, Ash reaches across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. "I've been thinking," Ash says, his voice low and husky, "perhaps it's time for you to relax"

As soon as the words leave his lips, you feel a sudden, overwhelming surge of arousal course through your veins. Your body responds instinctively, a deep, primal need taking hold as you surrender to Ash's command. A soft moan escapes your lips, your hips twitching involuntarily as your cock begins to stiffen in your pants. The sensation is intense, bordering on being painful, yet you crave more, desperate to please Ash in whatever way he demands.

He reaches out, trailing a finger along your jawline before cupping your cheek possessively. "Let's get comfortable, shall we? Why don't you strip out of those clothes and join me on the couch? I want to see every inch of your body, slick with sweat and desire."Ash's words drip with seduction, his tone commanding yet gentle. The unspoken expectation hangs heavy in the air, leaving no doubt about what he wants from you.

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To Be Continued

[astoldbylanii]

Ignorance

dealers!shuriri x black!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, reader has a kid

-------------- "Is everyone clear on instructions?" Your professor asked from the front of the classroom. There were whispers among the class but ultimately everyone answered yes. Prof. Diggs nodded, giving permission to start the project before he took a seat at his desk. He was your art teacher, as calm and chill as they come. He was one of your favorites considering he wasn't always jumping down his students throats.

As you finally started to get into the flow of your sketch, his phone rang. He picked it up, muttering a few words before he stood from his desk, clearing his throat.

"I have to run down to the front office real quick. Best behavior please, lord knows I don't need miss Mulligan asking about my teaching capabilities. Again." He said, throwing on his suits jacket and tightening his tie. "Until I come back, ask your neighbor for help and if they can't I'll answer your questions when I get back." He instructed, saluting goodbye before he left the room. 

Immediately, the room was filled with chatter. You sighed, throwing down your pencil, your thought process now thrown off.

"What's wrong?" Your friend, Eden asked from beside you. She was already well along with her drawing. It looked like it was going to be of her late brother.

"This finna be hard as hell. You know I don't mess with that hyperrealism shit." You said, rolling your eyes as you picked up your pencil, twirling it around your fingers.

"Well, just draw someone but like, abstract. We're in the second semester, by now Diggs knows your style." She suggested, starting to blend her own piece at some points. You shook your head at her idea.

"Nah, he specifically said he wants it to look like he can touch the person. I don't know, I think I might just settle for a nice D at this point." You shrugged, staring at the circle on your page. You took the paper off, crumbling it in your hands and replaced it with a fresh one. After that you didn't pay any more attention to it, pulling out your own sketchbook instead.

"Shii, I could settle for some good D too." Eden joked, smacking your hand down when you playfully shoved her, laughing too. "I'm not kidding!" She said, glaring at you with an offended look when you continued laughing. She rolled her eyes, going back to her drawing as you went back to your sketch.

Some minutes passed by and you two sat there in silence, surrounded by chatter. You were looking for inspiration in your old works while she was focusing on her new one. You were confused when out the corner of your eye you saw her put down her pencil too. Thinking she might've been done already, you looked over to see it unfinished. But maybe that was the look she was going for. You went to ask about it when she spoke up first.

"Girl, who is that fine ass specimen walking towards us." She asked, gawking over whoever it was. You were sure they couldn't have been that good looking that she had to stop drawing, but you stood corrected when your gaze met Riri's. She had been surveying the room for you, and once the two of you made eye contact she started making her way up the stairs to you. "Wait why she coming up here? And why y'all staring at each other like y'all know each other? Wait, bitch, you know her?"

"Shhh!" You hushed, staring at Riri in shock as start to get closer to where you were seated. Why in the hell why she in your class? Much less in your building? You quickly fixed your shocked face when she stood in front of you, her hands in the pockets of her plain grey nike sweatsuit as she stared down at you. "The fuck is you doing here?" You whispered, looking around for any watching eyes.

"Since when you think it's ok to curse at me?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. You stayed silent, leaning back in your seat as you mugged her instead of apologizing. She chuckled down at you, obviously a little surprised at your attitude but she didn't mind it, knowing it'd be fixed in no time. "You haven't been answering our texts, mama."

"Yeah, I know." You said, rolling your eyes and going back to your sketchbook. Duh, why tf she staring the obvious like you don't know what you've been doing. You knew exactly what you were doing. Being petty. But ain't no way you was gon watch them sit there and talk to that girl and not react. This was you reacting, and they caused it so they can fix it.

Now you were starting to tick her off. You could tell you were. The way she rolled her tongue against her cheek as she looked down at you. The way her hand clenched up inside of her pocket. The way she softly scoffed under breath when your attention went back to your book. You could tell. It was because you knew how to piss her off. No eye contact, attitude, basically just being disrespectful. She was big on respect.

A hand came between you and your book and before you could stop it, it was snatched from your grasp. Your gaze snapped to her as you stood, trying to reach over the desk to grab the book but to no avail. She kept it out of your reach, using her free hand to grab your own, keeping you in place just from that grip. She leaned her head over your shoulder so her mouth was right by your ear.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull, but you're lucky your in class right now. When this class is over you're coming to The Palace. By then I want what ever you got going on fixed." She leaned away from your ear so you were face to face, looking you in the eye. "Or, I will fix it for you. Ok?" She warned, waiting for an answer. You nodded, though you changed to a verbal yes quick after you saw the look on her face. She smirked, pecking your lips before she pulled away. She caught sight of Eden, who's jaw had dropped at the affectionate action. Riri waved, knowing who she was to you before she took her exit, taking the sketchbook with her.

You assumed she took that for assurance that you'd actually show up at The Palace. She knew you rarely went anywhere without it. 

Finally relaxing again with her gone, you slumped in your chair. You groaned, dragging a hand down your face as you thought about how the rest of your day was going to go. If God was on your side today, you'd still be able to crawl come tomorrow. But it was Friday. Meaning you didn't have class for the next couple of days meaning both Riri and Shuri were less likely to take pity on you. Damn you fucked up. Why couldn't Riri have came on a Teusday?

"Bitch, you know Riri? Wait never mind, you fuck Riri? I couldn't tell that was her at first but you're with Riri? Wait a minute don't she got a girlfriend? And you bottom too? I knew you was just shit talking all them times you-"

"Eden!" You interrupted her, not enjoying the rant that was soon to come. "Yes, I'm with Riri. Yes she has a girlfriend, I'm with her too. Also no one needs to know about the whole bottom shit, you know? We can just...keep it to ourselves." You admitted, looking around the room for anyone that might've been watching the whole interaction. Why did she have to pull that in front everyone? She could've pulled you outside, texted you. You know what, maybe she did text, you had been ignoring her to be fair.

"We gon circle back to the bottom thing but girl you're with two fuckin drug dealers?!" Eden whisper-shouted but still you shushed her, not exactly fond of the idea of them getting caught. "I am shushing! How did you even manage to- wait how the fuck did she get in here?" She asked, looking around like she felt unsafe now.

"Girl first of all calm down. Acting like someone coming to kidnap your ass. They don't do that type of shit anyway. And that front office call was more than likely her so she could make her way up here. I also heard there was a tour or something today? She proli pretended to be apart of it." You answered, still stressed about what you were going to do after this class. You hoped it felt as long as English usually did, the longer you have to form a plan the better.

"Don't she go to MIT? The hell is she doing on Harvard campus?" Eden asked, but more to herself. For the first time since Riri left, she turned to look at you, seeing the nervous look on your face. "Girl why you shaking in your boots for? You bout to get your doonies beat down goodt. By two people! I'd be clacking my heels."

"I'm not even sure that's what's gon happen for real. That's what's making me nervous." You replied, taking your nail into your mouth to bite. Your best friend shrugged, going back to her painting.

"Well either way if you're not here next week I'll tell your teachers you had some sort of accident. Maybe one about your legs not working." She said, giggling to herself. You looked at her with a fake annoyed face, holding in the smile that threatened to show itself.

"You think you funny, huh?" ---------------- Finally, your last class was over. Usually you'd be happy but unfortunately it did not go by as slow as you had hoped. You had no plan. You'd have to go to The Palace.

"I still can't believe you ain't tell me." Eden said, packing up her bag. You rolled your eyes at her dramatics, hearing her sniff like she was crying. You swung your own bag over your shoulder, waiting for her to be finished.

"Girl please. Like you be telling me every person that be dicking you down every two to five business days." You scoffed. Eden paused her actions, lifting her eyes to stare at me.

"You ain't een had to do that." She shook her head, finally fitting that fat ass computer into that small ass bag. She threw her bag on and we started to head to the door. As soon as we turned into the hallway we were face to face with Riri. She had been posted up on the wall checking her watch. Eden looked between the two of us, quickly dismissing herself while wishing me good luck. 

Ri watched her leave before turning back to me, pushing herself off the wall. She was in the same outfit from before, except now her gold chain was untucked, and you could see what shoes she was wearing. They were just some dunks, ones Shuri bought all three of y'all so we could be matching. Coincidently, you happened to be wearing yours too. Riri leaned in closer to me, You thought she was going to greet you with a kiss. At the last minute, she swerved her head, reaching out and pulling my book bag from off your shoulder.

Yeah. Deserved that one.

She pulled your bag over her own shoulder, reaching her hand out to grab yours and smiling when you took it.

"I see ya attitude fixed." She said, using my hand to pull me so I was walking in front of her, then dropping it. "For now anyways."

"How you even here? I'm sure you got classes or something." You asked, wrapping your arms around yourself when you made it outside. It had gotten colder since morning. You'd forgotten to check the weather again and were wearing a short sleeve shirt. It was a little big too, which made it easier for the win to blow through.

"I got my ways. You of all people should know that by now." She answered shortly, giving you just enough for it to pass as an answer. You felt a soft fabric touch your shoulders and looked behind you to see Riri now in a grey shirt, continuing to make sure her hoodie was covering your shoulders.

"Thank you." You smiled, sticking your arms through the sleeves of the sweater. You zipped up the hoodie, leaning into the girl as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, now next to you. She leaned down to press a kiss to your temple.

"'Course, ma." She muttered, using her free hand to take her phone out. You sunk into her some more. As petty as you had been, you'd miss her. You'd miss them. Of course you did, but you still weren't happy about the girl. You knew, however, there was no competition. Riri and Shuri would never do that to you. It was just the mere fact that they had entertained her. That's the part that bothered you.

You went to turn into the parking lot, only to be pulled in another direction by Riri. You looked up at her confused, but followed her nonetheless. She led you to some field on campus where a group of white guys were hanging. Some throwing a football, others just sitting and talking. She went up to one of the ones that were sitting, snatching the phone out of his hand. Your eyes widened, stepping behind her a little as she dropped her arm from around you, using both hands to type on his phone.

"Yo! What the fuck?" He yelled, standing up so his height difference was apparent. Riri was unfazed, continuing to type something on his phone. You looked over her shoulder, only to see her stuck on his cashapp, he was signed out. Obviously she didn't know the boy's password.

"You owe me." She told him, muttering something else under her breath as she turned the phone to him. "5k."

"5- what?!" He gritted his teeth, glancing around to make sure no one heard what they were talking about.

"I supplied your entire party white boy. That's how much you and your frat bros snorted. Pay up." Riri demanded. One thing you were quick to learn about her, there were three things she didn't play about. One of those being her money. She was gonna get it one way or another and when the boy didn't move you had learned that today it was going to be another. 

You could see Riri getting even more irritated than she already was about the payment being late in the first place. You saw her survey the place one last time before lifting her shirt just little, flashing something. You couldn't see it from behind her but the look on the boy's face told you what it was.

"Ok, damn." The boy agreed, snatching the phone. Riri dropped the end of her shirt, watching as he typed in the information. Soon he turned around the screen to face the two of you, showing that it was sent.

"Good, next time you do a deal with me again, have your money with you. I'm not doing no more after pay with you." She said, not waiting for a reply before she grabbed your hand again and started walking away. 

She led you to a familiar foreign and flashy car, opening the door for you to get in and crawling in after you. You could see Okoye, their right hand women, in the driver's seat through the divider of the front and back of the car. You waved shyly and she smiled at you through the rear view mirror.

"I thought you wanted me to meet you at the club, not pick me up." You expressed with slight confusion in your voice. Riri finished typing some things on her phone, sliding it back into her pocket to give you her undivided attention.

"So now you wanna listen?" She questioned, doing the same tilt with her head that she always did when she was mad. So she was definitely still mad. Okoye voided her eyes of the situation after hearing Riri's words, sliding the divider closed. You looked down at your hands, picking at the fresh polish on your nails. Only looking up when you heard Riri snickering. "Clearly I had some business to handle, figured I'd might as well pick you up too. That way I knew you couldn't avoid us. Not that you could even if I didn't."

You rolled your eyes at her cocky behavior, pulling out your own phone from your pocket. You typed in some things, noticing Riri looking at your screen from her position. Dialing your sister's number, you put it up to your ear waiting for her to pick up. "Hey Bianca!" You greeted once it finally did.

"Hey y/n, what's up?"

"Do you have any plans for this weekend? I'm gonna be running a little late tomorrow night, but I don't want you to be staying up late if you do have something to do." You questioned, feeling slightly guilty to be asking this of her.

"No no, it's fine! He can stay longer, it's no problem." Kylie answered, you could practically hear the smile in her voice. Man she must love kids. Asante had been staying there for a week now. Bianca had practically begged for him to come over and spend some time with his cousins, of course you said yes. She didn't live far from you so it wasn't like he couldn't attend school, and you could seen him whenever you liked. He'd been staying there since Wednesday now.

"Ok, thank you so much! I'll send you guys more money for some food and stuff. Could you please put Asante on the phone?" You asked, deciding against ending this call just to call the 6 year old's iPad. The babysitter agreed, and soon you heard your son's voice.

"Hi mommy!" His preppy voice blared through the phone, making you slightly pull the phone away from your ear in surprise.

"Hey baby." You giggled out, putting the phone against your ear. "Mommy's gonna be a little late coming home tomorrow. Do you think you'll be ok? Bianca's gonna stay with you a little longer."

"Yes! I love Aunty Bey, she bought me a new toy car! Does this mean we can have pizza for dinner?"

"Yes, you can have pizza for dinner." You agreed, laughing at his celebrations over the phone. "Okay, when I take you home you can tell me all about school today. Call me if anything happens, okay? I love you."

"You can tell me about yours too! Love you mommy, bye bye."

"Bye, 'Sante." You sighed, hanging up the phone. You put your phone away, looking at Riri after feeling her eyes on you the whole time. "What?"

"Asante could always come to the house, if you want." She offered, not trying to pressure you. You shook your head, laughing at the suggestion.

"No, thank you. The boy hasn't even met you yet, love." You denied, rubbing your hand over her knee. Riri shrugged, throwing her arm to rest on the back of the seats.

"Who's fault is that?" She taunted, watching as you turned your head away from her. She used her hand to turn your head back to her, wanting you to see that she was serious. "Me and Shuri plan on making you a wife. We aren't going anywhere, y/n. We care about you, which means we care about Asante. But, he's your son, we're not going to pressure you into meeting him. Just know that we want to." She assured. You smiled, pulling her in for a hug which she graciously accepted, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your chest.

"Thank you."

It's not that you didn't want them to meet Asante, your feelings were growing stronger by the day. You didn't stop they'd ever stop growing, really. You were just worried. You didn't want your son hurt. Emotionally, you didn't want him to get attach only for them to not come home one day, a job gone wrong. Physically, they protected you already, and you knew they would protect him even more. But still, there was always room for human error, and you didn't know if that was a chance you were willing to take. 

You loved them, but you would always love your son more. Who would you be to purposely put him in harms way for your own gain and comfort? Sacrifice was something you were used to when it came to Asante. But isn't that what mothers do? Then again, maybe there was supposed to be a certain balance. One that you didn't have. --------------- The Palace. It was their club, also their headquarters. It was protected and secured by all women bodyguards, Okoye being one of them. It was also where you met them for the first time, but that's neither here nor there.

You, Okoye, and Riri made your way through the entrance, the metal detector going off as you walked through, but no one said anything. Once you were inside, Riri pressed a small kiss to your head, making you turn to look at her questioningly.

"Go find Shuri, baby. I got something to handle real quick but I'll meet with y'all as soon as I'm done." She stated, signaling Okoye to follow her. You pressed a short kiss to her lips, wishing her luck with whatever she had to do. Then, both her and Okoye left your side.

You never felt scared to be alone in their club. You knew for a fact more than half of the guards were watching your every move, knowing they'd probably suffer consequences if anything happened to you under the roof of The Palace. 

Anyway, back to the problem at hand.

You did not want to find Shuri. She was more than likely pissed. Just like you knew what made Riri mad, you knew what made Shuri mad. And one thing she hated was being ignored by anyone, and you were no exception.

There was also that fact that she was the harsher one out of the two. Usually, you could always pull one over with Riri. Talking back, rolling your eyes, smacking your lips, the whole nine yards. At least, for a while. After a certain amount of times she'd get mad too. But with Shuri, she'd be mad if she even heard you thinking about talking back.

You weren't scared of her by any means, you knew she wouldn't do anything to hurt you purposefully. Intimidated though? Oh yeah, 100 percent you were shitting your pants. 

But their was no doubt Shuri had been alerted of your arrival and was keeping and eye out for you. So either she knew where your were and was on her way, or she was already here.

You sighed, excepting your fate as you made your way over to the stairs. She usually stayed on the upper two levels as they were more secluded and had some VIP sections. You climbed all the way up to the third level, hoping for some time to prepare yourself before she caught you.

Your hope was crushed when a hand wrapped around your throat, your back being pressed up against the wall behind you harshly. You were going to let out a panicked scream when your eyes met her familiar chocolate ones, a cocky smirk that her and Riri shared spreading across her face.

"My y/n." She greeted with a light smile, letting you catch a glimpse of the gold grills she wore today. You reached up to grab the wrist of the hang currently around your throat. Shuri noticed, loosening her grip just a little with caution. "What a surprise it is to see you here after what I think was-" She pretended to count on her free hand. "Right. Three weeks."

"It was actually two and a half weeks. Unless you rounded-" Your sentence was cut off when she tightened her grip once again, a silent warning that she was not in the mood for your slick comments today.

"Still a smart aleck." She observed. Her eyes trailed down your figure to take in your outfit, Riri's hoodie that was now open had fallen to an off the shoulder look, showcasing the cropped short sleeve you had on. Other than that, you just had on some simple ripped jeans with writing on them. 

Her eyes returned to yours, a certain glint in her eye that made you nervous. Just like Riri had, she leaned in closer so that her lips were right next to your ear as she spoke, her tone sending shivers down your spine. "I want you to tell me why you think it is ok to ignore me. To ignore Ri."

Keeping your act up, your turned you head away so she wasn't right next to your ear. Shuri only chuckled at your defiance, taking the opportunity to mark up the now open side of your neck. The hand that was once around your throat moved down so it was on you hip, keeping you pinned against the wall as her lips trailed down, pressing light kisses to your neck that you knew would get harsher soon.

Shuri moved her head so she was in your line of sight again.

"Things haven't changed since you were gone. When I ask you something, you answer." She said, watching as you turned away from her again, crossing your arms. She took your chin in between her thumb and finger, forcing you to look at her. "What happened to my good girl, baby?" She asked, swiping her thumb over your bottom lip. For a second, you almost fell for it. But you snapped yourself out of it, ripping yourself from her grasp and quickly walking away from her before she could react.

You were confused when you didn't hear her footsteps following after you. She could easily catch up as you were still very in her line of sight. But soon your question was answered when Riri appeared out of nowhere, turning a corner and backing into the same position you were just in. Pressed against a wall.

"Such a fucking brat. Walking away when we're talking to you, talking back. What are we gonna do with you?" She asked rhetorically. She gave you a smile, letting her hand come up to pull at one of your hairs that had fallen out of the bun you made. Shuri came to stand next to her and you pressed yourself further into the wall, if that was even possible. Separately, you were willing to pull almost everything. But when the two were finally together, you knew better than to try anything.

Unfortunately, it was too late for anything else. You had to continue. Gots to see it through my boy.

You were gonna 'see it through' alright. ---------------- "Please, I came already." You whined, trying to push Shuri's head away as you came down from your high for the umpteenth time. Riri's hand grabbed yours, pulling them away while she kissed on your neck, trying to calm you down.

"Cum again." Shuri muttered, pressing a wet kiss to your overstimulated clit, chuckling when you jumped from how sensitive you were.

You three had been going at it for what felt like forever. After the whole confrontation, they drove you to their house, teasing you the whole way. Once you did get there, they spared no time getting you to the bed. Since then, it felt like you had done everything under the sun but stop.

Literally, everything. You'd lost count of how many times you'd came, but you knew for a fact it had to be in double digits. You could only imagine how you looked.

Hair frizzy, sweaty, tear stains running down your cheeks, cum around your lips that you were unable to wipe yourself. Riri and Shuri didn't bother to either, quite liking the look on you. You were exhausted, overstimulated, and clinging on to consciousness by a pinky toenail. But they never stopped. There hasn't been a break since you walked through the door. 

At first, you were conflicted. You couldn't tell if you even wanted them to stop. It hurt so bad that it started to feel good. The pain blended in with the pleasure and you couldn't help but ask for more. But when you felt another one of Shuri's digits dip in for another round you knew something had to give.

"Okayyy, I'm sorry. Please." You begged, seeing your vision get cloudy as more tears appeared. Riri's voice came from behind you, you could feel her warm breath on your neck though you could barely make out what she was saying.

"Sorry for what, mama?" She pressed. All that came from you were mumbles of an apology as you still tried to break your hands from her grasp. 

In the moment you weren't in a good position to realize it, but the fact that she could keep you pinned down with just her own strength was making you even more wet than you already were. Shuri realized though, smirking between your legs as she slowed down her pace.

Shuri used her free hand to push herself up from the bed, kissing up your body and over fresh marks until she met your tired eyes. "What are you sorry for?" She repeated, looking down at you with lidded eyes of her own. 

You began to reply but only a groan left you when you felt her purposely angle her fingers at your favorite spot. "Hm?" She mocked, still waiting for an answer.

"M'm sorry for- fuck, sorry for ignoring you." You apologized, your head falling back onto Riri's shoulder as your eyes rolled behind your lids, feeling Shuri speed up once again, targeting that same spot. "Shit, Shuri please."

"Please what, baby?" She teased, tilting her head with a mock of confusion. You whined again, frustrated with her taunting.  

She shared a look over your shoulder with Riri, who released your hands and started to pin down you hips instead. Your hands immediately flew out for something to ground you. The first things you could get your hands on being Shuri's wrist and Riri's hand.

"Do you want her stop or do you want more? You're confusing her baby." Riri added, watching closely at how your brows furrowed and your back arched when she applied the slightest amount of pressure to your abused clit, practically shoving you over the edge.

"Stop! I want her to stop." You mumbled, finally able to get your thoughts together enough to make a complete sentence. Having some pity, Shuri slowly dragged her fingers against your walls while she pulled out, curling them one last time just to see you squirm. 

Just as slow, she brought them to her lips. Feeling both your and Riri's eyes watching her carefully, she decided at the last second that she wanted you to take them instead. She tapped them on your close lips, watching as you opened them to take in her coated digits.

Taking the sight in, she hums, obviously please with your obedience (as it did take a long time to get back). That was all the acknowledgement she gave you before she and Riri made eye contact over your shoulder again, and Riri's hand began to circle your bud again. 

You whimpered, trying to back yourself into the girl to get away from her touch. They both ignored you in their own conversation about what to do with you, Riri keeping you in place while Shuri forced her fingers further down your throat, making you gag.

Suddenly, the feeling of Shuri was ripped from your mouth and replaced with Riri's tongue as they tried to distract you from the feeling of Shuri's slender fingers dipping back into your already sensitive hole. You immediately pulled away, already feeling yourself starting to ache.

"Shuriii." You dragged, watching as the girl lowered between your thighs again. She shushed you, placing a delicate kiss to your thigh, though dangerously close with your entrance.

"Just one more baby, I promise." She soothed, caressing the same thigh she had kissed with her free hand. "Can you do that for us, love?" She spoke softly, taking one of your hands in hers to kiss.

"You've been doing so good for us tonight, pretty girl. We just wanna make you feel good one last time, can you let us do that mama?" Riri coaxed from behind you, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach to calm you. Debating, you took Riri's hand in your other one, trying to relax yourself into her. "One more, we promise." She whispered, pressing a sweet kiss right under your ear.

"Okay." You agreed. Your words came out mumbled but they both understood you. Shuri smiled up at you, pressing another kiss to your thigh as a thanks before she joined her fingers that had never stopped moving.

The second her tongue makes contact with your clit your hands are fisting through her hair, pulling around the tight coils on her head.

There are a few more strokes of her tongue before she wraps her lips around your awaiting clit, your slick coating her tongue as she swirls it around your clit just before wrapping her lips around the bud.

Her fingers are buried deep inside of your cunt as she sucks your pulsing bundle of nerves into her mouth. There's a second where she sucks just hard enough to make your vision go white at the same time Riri decides to pinch and rub on the sensitive buds on your chest.

Feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, you let out a load moan when Shuri curls her fingers against your g spot one more time before you let go, clenching the sheets in your hand. Riri whispers sweet praises in your ear, rubbing soothing circles on your hips to calm you down while Shuri fingers you through your high, waiting for your legs to stop shaking before she pulls away, your essence coating both her fingers and lips.

She slipped the drenched fingers between her lips, licking your cum from between her fingers before leaning over your frame to trap Riri's lips in her own, who moaned at the familiar taste of you. Though you were drained, you still manage to keep your hooded eyes open long enough to watch them swapping your cum with each others tongues, eventually swallowing when they had enough.

"Are you ok baby?" Shuri checked, rubbing your side comfortingly. You nodded, sinking into Riri more as she rubbed your thighs. Shuri leaned down, pressing multiple kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose, making you laugh tiredly, pushing her away. She smiled, leaving you to go get some new sheets, clothes and something to clean you up.

"It wasn't too much, right?" Riri asked softly. Confused by the question, you craned your head to look up at her, not even wanting to attempt to move your bottom half. Riri had already been looking down at you. "I mean, you didn't pass out this time, but still, we didn't overdo it too much?"

"No, Ri," You answered, reaching up with one of your hands to smooth over her cheek. "It felt good, I promise. Even though there was one point where I was fighting for consciousness." You joked and she smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "To be fair though, it was supposed to be a punishment so I figured it wouldn't be all love making and soft caressing."

"Yeah, why were you ignoring us in the first place?" She questioned. You shrugged distractedly, running your thumb over her furrowed brow. "y/n, I'm serious." She said, taking your hand from her face and holding it in her's. You let out a dramatic groan. She was ruining the vibes.

"I got mad because y'all were talking to that bitch Ashley." You mumbled, playing with the hand that had took yours. Before she could even respond you continued on, defending your actions. "But I had a right to be mad, I mean y'all went into a whole ass private room with that chick. Without me!"

"Ok, first off, Okoye was in there so we couldn't have done anything, not like we would want to. We only talk to Ashley about business, that conversation wasn't any different. But, if it helps whenever we talk to her again, we'll make sure you're there too." She compromised and you agreed, thanking her. You two continued talking until Shuri returned with a wet cloth, some sheets, and new clothes.

And the night ended with a nice warm bath. Which you fell asleep in. ----------------

You groaned waking up to the sound of your ringtone. You stretched, feeling a certain weight on your chest. Looking down you saw Riri sleeping soundly with one hand up your shirt and on your boob, Shuri spooning her. You smiled at the sight, reaching over to your nightstand for your phone. You wondered how two supposedly high alert dealers hadn't woken up from the sound, but no matter.

"Bianca?" You mumbled, messing with the features on Riri's face. Two big and bag drug lords and yet they looked like puppies in their sleep.

"y/n, when are you coming to get Asante? No rush, because I'd keep him around forever if you'd let me, I just wanna have him packed up and ready to go." Your sister asked, you could hear your nieces and nephews running around in the background. You pulled the phone away from your ear, checking your phone and groaning once you saw how close it was to noon.

"I'll be there at like, one. I still have to shower and everything." You said, rubbing your hand down your face. You and Bianca chatted about some smaller things before she finally hung up, giving you time to get ready. You smiled at the two next to you, leaning down to press a kiss onto both of their lips, even though they weren't awake to respond to it.

You pulled Riri's strong grip off your titty. She was holding on it like a hungry newborn. You replaced yourself with the pillow behind you, slipping out of the bed, only for you to stumble into the nightstand when you did, startling both of them awake. 

The two sprung up from their place as if they weren't just knocked with drool in the corner of their mouths, searching the room frantically until their eyes settled on you, who was currently using the nightstand to stand. They turned to look at each other, holding in their laughs. You glared at them, trying to keep yourself upright so they took your next words serious.

"Both of y'all shut the fuck up and come help me to the bathroom."

"We ain't een say nothing." Riri protested, though she swung her legs to the side, getting up to come help you.

"You ain't need to, your face said enough." You said, holding your hand up for her to help you. Riri disregarded your hand, her small frame bending down to toss you over her shoulder. "Riri!"

"You told me to help you, now you mad I'm helping you. You just acting like this cause we fucked ya lace front off and now you walking like there's an earthquake." 

"Shut the hell up and take me to the damn bathroom, Riri!" You demanded, smacking her back and flipping off Shuri who watched on from her position in the bed, clearly amused. ----------------

BRING BACK SHURI AND RIRI X READER ALL 2024!! I'm jumping into the writing scene because i honestly miss the era where everything was about them, and i miss some of my fav writers😔✊🏾

anyways hope yall enjoyed

thank you guys for the inspiration, whether old fics or new @shinsousliya @inmyheadimobsessed @quintessencewrites @saintwrld @marsolgy @pinkwright @vixentheplanet

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"Go For the Throat" ~ jake peralta x reader

tw! fighting, hitting a throat, self-defense, genitalia mention, laryngeal trauma.

sum! "Have one of them teaching the other self-defense or fighting and one of them accidentally hits the other too hard." (ai fanfic trope again lord save me)

I'M SO MAD, THEY DIDN'T HAVE A B99 LIKE PICTURE THING IDK WHAT THEY'RE CALLED. I'M 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓎. js fyi i did watch b99 while watching so im pretty up to date on his character 😉😎 also established relationship between jake and reader

You weren't a detective but you did have a detective boyfriend. Who says he's "put a bunch Gruber's away"? Whatever that means.

Anyways, having a cop boyfriend meant that you were safe. When he was there at least. Otherwise it was up to you to keep yourself safe.

Except you never really got taught how to defend yourself. But recently Jake offered to teach you self-defense.

You were on your way to the 99th precinct, after looking up what to wear when you practice self-defense. It said comfortable clothes you can move around in: you brought tennis shoes, t-shirt, shorts, no jewelry.

You go to the detective floor for Jake, after grabbing his attention he took you to the gym. He had on his gray shirt and jeans. God he looks so good.

"i don't know what to do." You confess to him, looking at his body not his face.

He chuckled, "thats the whole reason you're here. Because you don't know what to do."

You roll your eyes at his witty response. He then starts to teach you what to do.

"I'm gonna teach ya how to throw a punch, kay?" He said a tad more seriously.

You nod your head, then he goes further to explain.

"Okay you wanna make sure you're always covering your face. so put your forearms in front of your face, but make sure your fists are still able to throw a punch." He does it as he explains, showing you a visual aid as well.

You copy him, as well as his spread feet that he didn't explain.

"Okay, good. But I'm gonna warn you, you're not always going to be able to do that so I need to see how good your punch is." He explains.

You look confused, "How am I supposed to show you?"

"Punch me."

He says it so carelessly meanwhile you're freaking out, "What? Why?"

"So I can see how you strong you punch? I feel like I made it pretty clear?" He says with his confused, teasing smile.

You roll your eyes at his sarcastic come back, "Where?"

"uhh my stomach. No that might could hurt bad... uh my.. hand!" He says, while he was thinking about it he was doing that thing where he looks around a bunch.

You snicker at his antics before hitting his hands, the way he told you to do it. You hit hard enough that every time you hit him his hands went back. He also wasn't known for being the strongest. No matter how much Jake had told you otherwise.

"Noice, okay now let's do a body part where it wont move backwards when it gets hit." He has his proud, genuine, sweet smile on as he says this, "Hit my shoulder"

"Won't that hurt?" You put your hands down a little more as you look at him concerned.

He rolled his eyes and laughed, "Thanks babe, but I'm so buff that I probably won't even feel it."

Again, you roll your eyes and scoff at his comment. God he was gaslighting himself.

"What I'm saying is there a bunch of strong, tough bones in your shoulder that will hurt if I try to fist my fist through it?" You said, matter-of-factly.

His face came to a realization of what you meant then he smiled, "Oh yeah, smort. Hit me in the chest, it'll hurt less. Especially with all of these... chest bumps... that I do with, uh, my gym bro's."

You shook your head, putting your fists back to the way he instructed you.

BAM.

You meant to aim or the chest.

You thought you were hitting him a little below the collar bone.

Except you were a little off. You hit him in the throat.

He was making a wheezing noise, holding his throat. Your hands were still near your face, but this time they aren't kept in fists. They're flexing as you freak out.

"Oh my god, Jake! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!" You say panicked.

He doesn't respond, he's still bent over an end table, holding his throat, wheezing.

You grab his phone, unlocking it, and call some of his coworkers upstairs to join you. Those being: Amy, Charles, and Terry.

They all come downstairs after seeing he had been put in a group chat with the only message reading, "come to the gym NOW."

They then see Jake gasping for air. Charles was the first one by his side.

"Jakey! Are you alright?" Charles asked panicked as well.

Jake gives him a look of concern and confusion (eyes widening and brows furrowed).

"What the hell happened down here?!" Terry asks somewhat loud, "Peralta I'm gonna take you to the hospital."

Charles, Terry, and Jake all leave. Jake getting admitted to the ER more than likely. Leaving you and Amy alone. Together. Where you probably just killed Jake.

"What happened?" Amy asks, genuinely just confused.

That's when you word vomitted.

"Jake was teaching me self-defense so I could protect myself when he isn't around, he told me to him in the chest but I missed and hit him in the neck!" You speak at a rapid pace.

You feel so guilty, he has a now life-threatening injury because of you. Amy comes up to you with a sympathetic look, rubbing your shoulder, "When the sarge texts me I'll let you know and I'll take you to the hospital."

You nod your head at her comment, appreciating her kindness.

About half an hour later Amy gets a text from Terry and she takes you to the hospital in her car.

You were allowed to visit him in his room, Terry had to drag Charles out so you two could have alone time.

Jake wasn't weezing anymore but his voice was super raspy.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to hit you in the throat. I meant to punch you in the chest, like you said. I feel so bad." You again rant.

"It isn't 100% your fault. I should've gotten you to punch the actual punching bag, the thing that is made to punch." He says somewhat regretfully, still coming out in weird teasing tone.

Your eyebrows were practically knitted together. He could see the guilt, pain, and regret in your face.

"Don't feel bad. We're both at fault. Hitting me in the chest also would've hurt me, and risked my heart. The doctors said I have Laryngeal trauma," He tries to explain, "but they also said that nothing looks severe and that I should be back to normal soon."

You nod, understanding that nothing is too severe. Still, you feel bad that this whole time you could've avoided this. If you were smart enough to say, "Hey! This isn't a good idea, let's just use the punching bag!" or if you had just done what he originally said and punched his shoulder.

"I think that is what you should use that move for self-defense." Jake says jokingly.

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed, "or kick 'em in the genitals. Hurts for girls and guys."

"I don't want to practice that move with you."

[quitealotofsodapop]

So we been DMing. And thought the greater group would like this odea I had.

FFM is in a volcanic ring, so it goes to show that it's likely an active volcano as well. What if the first time MK sees Wukong's kaiju form is due to an impending eruption?

It was a beautiful day put when MK and Wukong were having a training session when the mountains shook and trembled, interrupting the two monkeys as the play fought. MK was confused about the matter, but shrug it off thinking he and Wukong had been too rough and caused the tremors. It certainly hadn't been the first time.

Wukong, who is a monkey born of the earth and knows the mountain better than anyone else, knows better.

He immediately cuts the training short and tells MK to get off the mountain. All training is canceled until further notice, and he is to stay clear of the place unless instructed otherwise. That tremor was the first warning sign of an impending eruption, and it was a large one, too.

MK had gone home that day confused, wondering why his mentor had suddenly kicked him off the mountain. When he tells his friends, he can't even answer why Wukong had done so as he had been so desperate to get MK to safety the king had forgotten to tell him what the problem even was! This will lead to a problem when the eruption happens, because the whole group wasn't going to let MK be kicked fork training without an answer and they decided to go confront Wukong, not realizing they were stepping foot on an active volcano within hours of a Cesuvius level eruption

Prev.

Wukong goes full "General-King-Mode" during this time. He can't risk his subjects (demonic and wild) or his beloved island from getting hurt in the eruption.

Wukong breathes steady but nervous, all things are going to plan. The volcanic ring around FFM isn't just a useful security measure - but also evidence of previous redirected eruptions. The danger is ultimately caused by heat and gas being under pressure beneath the earth. Normally all Wukong has to do is punch a hole in the magma chamber every so often to "let off steam".

He calls upon begrudging allies like Macaque (using his portals to evacuate the monkeys) and Iron Fan (to redirect the poisonous fumes). Red Son and DBK are even involved since they are super-heat resistant (DBK literally walks through a waterfall of lava with dinner during "The First Ring") and can help punch holes into the crust to help ease the pressure beneath the earth. Royal sea dragons like Ao Guang are on call to minimize any tidal waves caused in the eruption's wake.

It's a mutual understanding between the immortals. Wukong never wants devastation like The Burning to ever happen again.

He can't let innocent people be hurt by-

MK, waving from Sandys' ship: "Hi Monkey King!! Wukong, furious with worry: "I thought I told you to go home!" MK: "I did go home! And me and the guys are worried why you sent me away like that? If that earthquake was sign of something bigger then we could help!" Mei: "Yeah! And my parents got weird and flew off after the earthquake too! We shouldn't be kept in the dark like this!" Wukong: "Guys, listen very, very carefully; I sent MK home so suddenly because The Island is About to BLOW!!" The Noodle Gang, looking furiously at MK: "WHAT!?" MK, wincing with realisation: "Oooooo... I don't think we can help with that." Wukong, eyes glowing red: "YA THINK!?"

Whilst Wukong is partially to blame for not explaining himself clearly, he isn't blamed for his sheer worry. This isn't some tangible enemy he could defeat, but Nature itself.

Eventually Wukong feels this terrible pit in his stomach. Like his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

Huaguoshan itself is about to blow.

And all his friends are in its' path.

With a Heaven-shaking roar he activates his War Form.

Macaque activates his own, forcing the entirety of the Noodle Gang through one of his portals (boat included) a safe distance from the island. In the shadow's eyes is no longer fear as he once felt towards his mate's form, but adoration.

Wukong plunges to the bottom of the sea beneath the island chain, digging through the silt and rock until he reaches the mantle. With each new punch he releases a new viscous explosion of magma that violently shoots to the surface like an underwater bomb. But with each new punch, the pressure beneath the island itself lessens.

He feels no pain from the heat - it's not comparable to the True Fire he felt within the Furnace.

Around him miles away in all four cardinal directions, sea dragons (including the Ao-Long couple) come to his aid; redirecting the waves away from the cities and islands that would be swept away in the tide.

Above the waves, Iron Fan gets to work fanning the fires and clouds of poisonous sulphur away from the island, a skill she perfected from protecting her home in the Flaming Mountains. (Tang in particular squees at see her in action, followed soon by PIF's own husband).

DBK and Red Son are running along the existing volcanic ring - destroying the old chimneys and opening new channels in the hardened basalt to ease the load off of the King's shoulders. Red Son's fiery mane even seems to be increasing in volume the longer they work to release the heat.

Soon it seems like the ring of fire has been built from the mantle-up.

The Gang are watching the whole thing with amazement. Depending on what happens in between, they may actually try and help the Demon Bull fam with their efforts.

Mei gets a crash course in her own sea-dragon abilities when she has to direct the waves away from Sandy's boat. Her and Red Son laugh, teasing that for a sea dragon, she's more familiar with flames than water!

Pigsy might not be able to withstand the heat - but the indestructible, size altering rake he inherited can! He slingshots it towards DBK's waiting hand - the nine teeth of the rake making nine times the amount of new chimneys in the mantle.

MK is tempted to follow the Monkey King below the waves, but the gentle hand of Sandy (and the not-so-gentle hand of Macaque's kaiju form) stop him from leaving the ship.

As the tremors quiet and the spouts become less frequent, the peak of Huaguoshan seems to "sneeze", and settles back to normalcy as if no great danger was a foot.

After many tense minutes, the Monkey King emerges from the sea - cloaked in salt and lava like he was born from the core of the earth itself.

Macaque makes an appreciative growling sound before slinking his way through the water to greet his King.

All three face of the King are confused. Confused and afraid. Not because his mission failed, far from it.

But because he honestly didn't expect the reaction of his allies;

MK: "MONKEY KING!! YOU LOOK AMAZING!!!" Mei, emerges from the waves: "WE ROCKED!!" Red Son, victory-hugging his parents: "We certainly did rock!" Tang: (*fainted from fanboy-ing too hard*) Pigsy, catching Tang: "YOU DID GREAT, KING!!" Sandy, softer shouts: "I don't think anyone else could have done that!"

Wukong is so taken aback. They... aren't afraid of him??

Each face of the King blushes beneath the yellow-orange glow as the cheers fail to cease. The Demon Bull couple applauding their sworn brother's courage to let his inner self free after so long.

Macaque sidles up to his King. The Shadow's bandage-like tendrils examining Wukong's golden body for injuries or burns. His soft but deep voice whispering into his mates' now-matching six ears.

Kaiju!Macaque: "I t o l d y o u, P e a c h e s. B E A U T I F U L."

[dimplyowl]

Today I want to talk about intentions. A while ago I made a post about why Izzy's toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia doesn't give him a free pass to treat other people like shit and then not try to atone for that. A lot of the Izzy apologists I see seem to be of that opinion: that because we take into consideration Ed's past trauma when thinking how his actions have hurt the people we care about, we should give Izzy the same grace.

Well, I don't actually think we should, and I'm going to tell you why.

First, though, I want to say that this isn't about attacking people who enjoy characters who are pieces of shit. Please, by all means, enjoy your grubby little shitstain characters (I absolutely have some of my own that I love). This is about discussing why it's problematic to twist the canonical narrative to label Ed as abusive and Izzy as a victim.

And, in my opinion, it comes down to intentions.

"But dimplyowl," you say, "someone's intentions don't matter when the result is harmful to the people around them!" And I think, to a point, yes, that's true. People who hurt others through careless or reckless behavior need to bear the responsibility of their actions and own up to it (something that imo Izzy does not do). But I think there's also a distinction that needs to be made between people who hurt and control others because they take pleasure in feeling powerful over them, and those who don't.

If we take a look at Izzy's actions in season one and compare them to Ed's actions in season two, in my personal opinion, it becomes clear that one of these men is someone who has repeatedly taken pleasure in mistreating the people around him, both insubordinates and people that he claims to "have love for." And that man isn't the dread pyrate Blackbeard.

Does Ed enact violence on other people? Yes. Does he "love a good maim?" Also yes. Does he enjoy hurting people? Mm, debatable. The thing about Ed is that he has a complicated relationship with violence. To him, it's a tool to be utilized when necessary. I think he certainly gets a sense of vindictive pleasure when instructing Fang to skin the French captain or when the people at the French party descend into chaos and set themselves on fire. But, importantly, it's because those are people who wronged him. Those are people who hurt him, who dug at his race and his background and took pleasure in using those things to hurt him.

But Ed doesn't enjoy violence for violence's sake. There's always a reason, whether it's in reaction to being insulted, belittled, or threatened, or whether it's because it's literally just in the job description, he has a reason.

In season two, his reason for mistreating the crew is that he's trying to provoke them into mutinying on him. And, like, honestly, he does a pretty shitty job of it. Up until we rejoin them, his big crime is overworking them. The crew is tired emotionally and physically, but for the most part they're unharmed. They lost Ivan on a raid, but any one of them could die on a raid at any time, because it's literally just a hazard of the job. Not a single one of them is even considering mutiny at this point.

Ed hits his breaking point when Izzy suggests that they try and "talk it through," and imo completely understandably. It's his fault that the morale on the ship is low, is it? It's his fault because he was sad and heartbroken and vulnerable? It's his fault because he was healing in his own way, but that wasn't acceptable to Izzy at the time, but now because the ship isn't fun for Izzy anymore, because Izzy is on the verge of losing his position of power as Blackbeard's first mate, now is when Izzy decides that maybe talking it through might actually be helpful? Yeah, if I were Ed, I would fucking shoot him too.

But not once do we get any evidence that Ed is taking any pleasure in wearing down the crew. When he hits his breaking point, he is very clearly not having a good time. He realizes that if he wants this to end, he needs to up the ante. He hands Izzy a loaded gun and offers himself up as an easy target. Izzy laughs at his suicidal boss, friend, someone that he "has love for", and tells him to do it himself. He prolongs Ed's suffering. He puts the crew in even more danger. And even as Ed is trying to make the crew kill him, he doesn't touch them. By this point, we've seen this crew turn to mutiny twice, once because of Stede's ineptitude and once because of Izzy's abuse when he took over as captain. It shouldn't take much to get them to act, and yet it takes Ed threatening to get them all killed in a storm for them to finally act. Because up until that point, he's been unstable, he's been clearly going through a crisis, but he hasn't hurt them, he hasn't been abusive. He's clearly not enjoying any of this, he's going through some shit, he's hurting, and they love him, and until their lives are imminent danger, they're discussing how to help him.

If Ed wanted to hurt them, if he wanted to push them into mutiny sooner, there are so many things he could have done to terrorize them. Instead until the point he decides he can't live anymore, his only hope is that either he'll get killed in a raid, or he'll overwork them enough that they'll kill him themselves. This is not about abusing his crew, this is about abusing himself.

In contrast, when we look at Izzy's behavior throughout season one, we see someone who very clearly enjoys his position of power over other people, and who gets pleasure out of abusing that power. In 1x2, he sows distrust and uncertainty in Ivan and Fang about Ed's decision-making, telling them that he's half-mad, keeping Ed separate from the crew, and discouraging any questions by asserting himself physically over Fang. (He then claims in 1x4 to have reassured the crew when they've doubted Ed's leadership, when in fact he seems to be the cause of that doubt). In 1x3 he blatantly lies to Ed about having "explicitly" (his word) told Stede that "Blackbeard wants a word with him." He is practically gleeful when he passes on Stede's message to go suck eggs in hell, clearly expecting that to get a rise out of Ed, certainly to get him to drop his fascination with the Gentleman Pirate, and probably intending for Ed to attack Stede himself for disrespecting him.

In 1x4, he flip flops between caring that some of their crew died while fighting the Spanish to get Stede and his crew, and telling Ivan and Fang to kill anyone who refuses to fight the Spanish. Intending to fight the Spanish warships that have caught up with him is absolutely going to get everyone slaughtered, when there are other options. Ed actually advises anyone who can to leave, knowing that that's their only chance for survival, and similarly he tells the Revenge crew to surrender when cornered by the British. In 1x4, he clearly considers every death that would occur to be his responsibility when he tells Stede that being Blackbeard means that everyone's going to die, and it's going to be all his fault. Who's the one who actually cares about what happens to his crew here?

In 1x5 Izzy attempts to exert control over Lucius and punish him for, apparently, not working on his day off? Never mind that there are two other people in that room who are slacking off. Izzy targets Lucius, who is an effeminate unapologetically gay man, who Izzy clearly believes will be an easy target. He attempts to mock his sexuality (which actually winds up being more telling on himself), decides that it's his right to tell someone else's crew what to do at all, and attempts to use Lucius as an example to show the rest of Stede's crew that their "days of doing fuck-all are over", but then doesn't give jobs to the rest of the crew? He catches one of his own crew members fucking off with Lucius, and from what we can extrapolate, decides to only punish Lucius, because clearly Lucius as the "seductress" is to blame. He threatens to blackmail Lucius into obeying him, is visibly enjoying threatening him and manipulating him, and leaves like a pissy toddler when he doesn't get his way. And by "get his way", I mean successfully gains control over someone through threats and manipulation.

In 1x6, he once again decides that an effeminate gay man needs to be punished for his existence, but this time it's Stede he sets his sights on. He decides that he needs to take action only after hearing Ivan say that he's never seen Ed so open and available. Izzy can't have that, because he needs Ed to be dependent on Izzy, so that Izzy can continue to isolate Ed from the rest of the crew, can remain the only source of contact between Ed and the crew, and thereby easily control and manipulate both parties. He pressures Ed into finally acting on what he said he would do, belittling Stede and Ed's connection to Stede by referring to Stede as Ed's pet. (It is not an accidental choice that the writers will later have another antagonist refer to Stede as Ed's pet; it's deliberate mirroring to Izzy as an antagonist). He uses Stede's ego to manipulate him into insisting on putting on the fuckery so that they can get rid of Stede today--almost as if he knows that putting immediate pressure on Ed to act won't give him time to reconsider, to rethink, to back out, to maybe consider why Izzy is so adamant about this--and then uses Stede and Ed's relationship to further manipulate Stede into doubling down on doing the fuckery when he's doubting himself. And doing it in possibly the creepiest way possible?? Stede literally puts up a physical barrier between them, and Izzy pushes against that, actually literally pushes up against the curtain to push against the boundary that Stede has put up.

And then when it's clear Ed isn't going to kill Stede, Izzy decides that he's going to take that decision out of Ed's hands. He decides he knows better than Ed what's best for him, places more value in his own decisions than Ed's, essentially mutinies on Ed by disobeying him, and on Stede by challenging him to a duel. He clearly believes he's going to win, and easily, in the process forcing someone he again claims to "have love for" to watch as he destroys the only thing that's brought hope and life and light and enjoyment back into Ed's life. He's embarrassingly easily goaded into losing his temper, relishes the moment he thinks he's won, the moment he stabs Stede, loses his temper again when his sword is stuck. Canyonites love to talk about Ed having anger problems, but this episode clearly demonstrates who actually has the anger problem. He looks to Ed when he realizes he's lost, as if Ed is going to forgive him, let him stay, when he just tried to kill Ed's friend and (only in Izzy's mind at that point) lover.

Izzy then turns to the fucking cops to turn Stede in. He reinforces his belief that Ed isn't capable of making his own decisions when he refers to Stede as having "done something" to Ed's brain, as if Ed is a weak-willed, easily manipulated child. He sends Jack in because he knows that Jack will put a wedge between Ed and Stede, and hopefully to get Ed out of there before the navy shows up. He apparently doesn't consider the fact that Ed is the most wanted pirate in the world, and if Jack doesn't succeed, will be in life-threatening danger. But maybe he doesn't care about that, considering what he tells Ed later.

He arranges for Ed to be put into his custody. Like, I shouldn't have to say anything about that, because it's fucking disgusting. Like Ed is property to be handed over to Izzy. He tries to convince Ed that Stede's execution is actually a kindness, despite knowing what it will do to Ed. When that fails, he tries to convince Ed not to take the Act and sign the contract, but...isn't that what Izzy himself just did?

In 1x9 we get more of his control and manipulation over the crew. Taking away a week of Wee John's rations for making a comment about Izzy's terrible name for his ship, as he is actively eating in front of him. Making Ivan and Fang serve him, telling them his food needs more salt, and then not even eating more of it when they salt it? Fucking gross. That move is all about control.

And then 1x10, which I shouldn't even have to talk about, but the fucking horrible way he treats Ed apparently is still something that goes over some peoples' heads. Once again keeping him secluded from the crew, refusing to give them answers about what's going on, keeping them busy by literally spitting on their clean deck, when he could have just dumped the coffee out on it. Watching Ed grieve and bond with the crew, once again deciding for Ed that he knows what's best for him, interrupting his grieving process, telling him that what he's become is worse than death. Threatening him that if he doesn't return to the very specific image that Izzy says Blackbeard is, that Izzy will kill him. Later on his deathbed apology admitting that he knew that being Blackbeard was harmful to Ed, but that he kept pressing because Izzy needed him, needed Blackbeard in order to feel powerful, to keep the level of respect and fear that other people had for him.

All of this paints a picture of a person who enjoys feeling powerful, who enjoys using that power to hurt and abuse and control the people around him, who will do anything, even at the detriment of someone that he has "love for", to keep that power for himself. A person who takes pleasure in hurting people, physically and emotionally.

I see a lot of people trying to say that what Ed did was worse than what Izzy did. I personally don't think it was, when you add up the consistent way that Izzy mistreats every person around him. But I think that what's even more important in this discussion are the intentions behind the hurt.

Ed did everything he could not to harm his crew until it became evident that the only way he could be successful in getting them to kill him would be by giving them a very present, very real threat. And even then, the way he went about doing it was very distant. Making Jim and Archie fight each other. Sailing directly into a storm. Damaging the ship to make an already dangerous situation even more dangerous.

Izzy repeatedly enjoyed exerting his control and physical and emotional violence on other people. He displayed a pattern of believing himself to be the only person capable of making the right choices, of removing the agency from the people around him, specifically of removing Ed, a person of color's, agency. He hurt every single person around him, all for his own benefit, for his own gain.

Maybe it comes down to value systems, maybe intentions behind someone's behavior really don't matter to you, but I know that I am much more forgiving of someone who hurt me as a byproduct of hurting themselves than I am someone who knowingly, repeatedly hurts people because they enjoy it.

[aranarumei]

You already gave your thoughts on Miya and Kagi friendship so now I gotta know, what about Miya and Niibashi?

[ask me about any two ssmy charas and i’ll give my thoughts on their dynamic, real or imagined]

this ask response is under a year later so i should be commended. and i AM doing it soooo. so. i actually really like doing these. if anyone would still like to send any two ssmy charas in you are so welcome to do so.

anyways! miyano and niibashi. this is very interesting, because I actually feel like niibashi is one of the more mysterious ssmy characters to me. so I'll do my best here. niibashi actually has interacted with miyano before and it's Very Interesting so here's some choice quotes from sasaki and miyano: second years:

The teacher did most of the instructing, with one student helping out as an assistant—Niibashi, a second-year from Class A. I knew him for his refined good looks.

here's kuresawa's impression of niibashi. i know u said miyano but this is too funny not to mention. like either this is a thing everyone knows niibashi for (which, yay, new fact acquired, along with his cooking proficiency, which is a natural extension considering he keeps a sewing kit on hand. total home ec kid.) or kuresawa's just developed a hot guy radar by proxy of his gf, since that's what she's into BL-wise.

Miyano looked up, dazed for a second, but then he seemed to remember why Niibashi was around and nodded. "Oh, yeah. Sure, go ahead." The expression on his face had been—well, not quite what you might call love at first sight. It was close to the kind of look you gave someone when you saw them in town and were trying to remember whether you knew them. I would have to ask him about it later.

okay so can we all agree this is crazy. like if kuresawa had just said smthing like "hm it was like miyano was trying to remember him from somewhere" that'd be one thing but we're starting with a denial of love at first sight? what kind of expression is miyano making that a denial is even in the conversation here? I mean I'm sure that miyano is prone to like... more intense expressions than the average populace, but still... it's Something.

We were at the front door when I said to Miyano, "Hey, I saw you looking at Niibashi like you were gonna burn a hole through him. What's up with that?" I wasn't exactly bothered by it, but the image wouldn't quite leave my mind. "Oh, uh, nothing. I just think he has a pretty face..." "Listen, you—" Miyano was quick to object. "That's not what I mean! I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

here, too, miyano begins by calling niibashi pretty, before saying he feels like he's recognized him. again why they hell are we starting with some form of attraction before moving into vague recognition? i actually can't think of where or how miyano would've noticed him too... just hanging around kagiura? we know that miyano has seen enough to notice hirano's roommate, but it's pretty clear that (at least at this point), he hasn't met kagiura, and doesn't even know his name, since he doesn't have any special reaction to sasaki asking about a "kagi-kun" until sasaki mentions the hirano connection. i need to know what this is about...!

okay. outside of that. we do actually see miyano and niibashi interact proper, when miyano's fussing abt his cookies having turned out bad and niibashi's like. they will be fine. I think niibashi's a blunt yet kind person, and we can definitely see that through the way he interacts with kagiura. I do think he's also fiercely protective of kagiura though, so his relationship with miyano on that front would be interesting? it's very situational. depends how miyano knows kagi and what stage both of them are at regarding everything. it might be nice to have another guy to confide in regarding kagi's situation, though. in the sasaki and miyano: second years novel, it's actually mentioned that niibashi's akin to the kuresawa of hirano to kagiura, so it wouldn't be too surprising to see him taking a similar advice role, though that might be a bit weird if they're recent friends...

i do also think though, because niibashi seems so confident to me, I wonder if they'd have an interaction that's kind of similar to miyano and ogasawara? like, at first miyano overhears ogasawara complaining abt BL and it's like ack! someone who dislikes me... but then he meets him and it's like oh the guy is just squabbling with his gf. and ogasawara is blunt and rude but not unkind. i could totally see a situation where niibashi comes off... not even rude, but a bit standoffish or hard to talk to, but then they work it out eventually.

as for personal wishes. I'd love to see miyano explore like. fashion with niibashi, a bit? miyano dresses pretty... Averagely, I'd say, and I don't think he has many thoughts abt it past "I'd like to look nice and want to dress Like A Guy." meanwhile niibashi has hot pink hair and there's that one cover art pic where he's wearing heels. considering the fact that he's good at home ec stuff, one has to wonder if he'd experienced anything similar to miyano... miyano "looked like a girl" but didn't dress or act like one, and for niibashi it's kind of the flipside, isn't it?

[virahaus]

Here I am as promised with the second part of my murder mystery post! I'm glad so many of you already liked the first concept thank you very much🥰

Now let's jump into....

There's a murder in the Senate

Since the last murder mystery idea was set before AOTC, this one instead is set right in the middle of the Clone Wars, just so things get more complicated eheheh.

Anakin and Obi-Wan are staying on leave in the Temple to recuperate after the last battle, hard won. There's sparks between them because of a disagreement they had in the field and so they are quite mulishly avoiding each other.

The council, fed up with their behaviour, and since they can't deploy them just yet, assign them of what they'd thought would be a boring mission: helping out the protective entourage of a senator (not Padme) since two of their guards were out with the intergalactic flu (I think I just made that up but anyway). Things go smoothly for some days, and the Senate is particularly lively since they are deciding on a big vote.

And then, tragedy strikes.

In the middle of his own speech to endorse the new decree, a Senator starts to convulse horribly and dies on his stand.

Pandemonium ensures.

Anakin and Obi-Wan rush towards the Senator but it's already too late. He's dead. Medic and police arrive and take away the body to determine the cause of death. Anakin and Obi-Wan both think there's something fishy going on, not believing the medic initial assessment that it could be a natural death. The motion in the Senate is paused, pending on possible investigation... And a few hours later the verdict is up:

The Senator was poisoned.

Medic state that the poison was ingested, and took effect quickly. The Senator was also one of Palpatine's closest allies and was rallying to pass the motions.

Anakin and Obi-Wan, since they basically saw the murder take effect, are assigned by the council to help out the police's investigation. However they are not quite welcome and are also interrogated as witnesses.

After some digging it is clear that the poison was placed in heavy doses in the Senator's own flask which was quite well known for his habit of taking a drink before going on the stand. The staff of the Senator is then interrogated quite harshly but without any progress. It comes to light that the Senator wasn't particularly liked, or tolerated in the Senate. He had plenty of disagreements even the day prior to his death and in fact he almost prided himself by being an asshole.

Anakin and Obi-Wan meanwhile are dogging the investigations and also trying not to snap at each other every two seconds. Tempers are at an all time high. They snipe at each other, mock each other theories, they try to not be alone in the room if possible which also hinders their investigation. Their own poor assigned senator is one argument from locking them into the cells under the senate and leave them there either to fuck it out or fight it out.

Eventually they put aside their squabbles when one maid from the senator entourage comes forth to talk to them. She doesn't want to talk to the police and is visibly terrified. She doesn't explain herself very well but manages to get the message across: she's the one who put the poison into the Senator's flask but she wasn't aware it was actually poison. And then she drops another bomb: it was the Senator himself who told her to add it to the drink. Why? Because it was a gift from a "friend" who swore by it. The maid explains that the Senator was being led to believe the substance would enhance his enjoyment of the drink. She's completely adamant that the Senator didn't know what the substance really was and was not planning a suicide. She also mentions that he had a meeting planned with said "friend" but he never specified when or where or with who. She leads Anakin and Obi-Wan where she was the late Senator put the flask and.... They discover that it has vanished.

Obi-Wan instructs the maid not the breath of this story to another soul and to find one of them immediately if she remembers anything else or finds a clue. Anakin is quite irritated by Obi-Wan's cavalier attitude towards the girls and tells him that for all they know she might have lied to them. Obi-Wan dismisses Anakin's worries because they both didn't sense any deception in her words. Still Anakin is quite irritated by Obi-Wan's quick defense of the girl.

They then start digging into the Senator's private life trying to find this "friend" but without success. Anakin even goes to talk to Palpatine about it (much to Obi-Wan's consternation) but is rebuffed since Palpatine tells him that he didn't know the senator that well.

The next day, the maid is found dead in her quarters... Shot in the head.

Anakin is particularly gutted about this since he doubted the girl's innocence and he and Obi-Wan finally find a way to reconcile.

The mystery however is getting more obscure. How did the killer know about the maid? Did the girl talk to someone else? Did she let something slip that clued in the killer of her knowledge? And where is the weapon used to kill the poor girl?

Anakin and Obi-Wan try to view the hall recordings but they have been scrapped by the killer. It really does seem like they are not going to catch him. The police are also not getting any closer to solving the case and the Senators are getting increasingly scared and belligerent about staying on Coruscant.

Eventually they find a clue that reveals the killer identity and they go to apprehend him. A vicious fight ensures but this time Anakin and Obi-Wan are in perfect sync and the killer is captured.

It all ofc ends well and Anakin and Obi-Wan also manage to open up about their feelings after seeing the maid's poor husband thank them for finding the killer.

To end it all on a brighter note, it'll please you to know Obi-Wan railed Anakin lovingly all-night and some of the next morning too 🫶🏻 the council doesn't know if they should be relieved or horrified by the team newfound harmony. Yoda is already planning on sending them far enough from the temple he doesn't have to get assaulted by their mixed pleasure lmao

And that's it! I mean. I've got some other murder mystery ideas but I think two back to back are already enough for now. If you however want to get another one or want more details about either one of those I already posted just hit me with an ask or a comment 🫶🏻

Hole you enjoyed this! And thanks for reading this long asf post lmao

[secretlycursedd]

Can't stop thinking about how many sweet moments we missed out on because Jack wasn't a baby.

Dean would teach Sam how to prepare bottles and change diapers because Dean had a lot of experience from raising little Sam, while Sam had almost no contact with babies and only knew the theory without the practice.

"No, Sammy, try it on your wrist first," Dean instructs, cradling a fussy Jack in his arms while Sam checks to make sure the milk is not too hot, then hands the bottle to Dean, who deftly shifts Jack in his arms, feeding the bottle into the chubby little hands.

As Jack smacks his lips contentedly, looking up at Dean with his big eyes, Dean smiles softly, muttering to himself, "So, buddy, is it good? Yeah, I know. Just wait until you're old enough to eat hamburgers and hot dogs." Sam stifles a soft chuckle as he watches the sight before him.

Changing diapers is much more difficult than preparing food. Little Jack twists and grabs the box of wipes, yanking them out one by one and throwing them on the floor with interest.

"That's impossible," Sam breathes out resignedly, trying to simultaneously hold Jack down, push the baby powder away, and open the diaper, while Dean chuckles lightly, finally deciding to help his brother.

"Compared to you, Jack is a real sweetheart. I still haven't forgiven you for that time you peed on me."

"I was one year old, Dean."

"And even then you knew exactly what you were doing."

The nights were the hardest. The hunter life never allowed them the luxury of a healthy eight hours of sleep, but it seemed that little Jack was testing their strength.

At first, they took turns on duty. A portable crib on wheels was brought into the room of one of them and at first Jack fell asleep like any other child, but starting at two in the morning the baby began to whine, refusing a bottle and making it clear that he also didn’t need a diaper change.

The system of shifts lasted for three weeks until they finally came to an understanding of what Jack wanted.

The baby liked Dean's room much more than Sam's, and Dean couldn't help but be proud of that fact, raising an eyebrow meaningfully in Sam's direction when Jack instantly calmed down when he was in Dean's room. However, the room wasn't enough, and the baby slept much more peacefully with both of them present, sprawled out in the middle of the bed, while Dean and Sam settled down on either side of him, whispering.

"I remember when you were this little. You couldn't sleep without my finger in your palm," Dean tells him quietly, watching the baby fidget slightly in his sleep, his eyes nervously squeezing. Sam immediately hurries to put his big, warm hand on Jack's stomach, stroking it, and the baby immediately relaxes his previously drawn-together eyebrows.

"It's still a habit," Sam admits, stubbornly not looking up when Dean hums, wordlessly asking Sam to explain. "I still sleep better when you're around. It's hard to sleep without you," and this time Sam meets his gaze, watching as Dean studies his face, slowly moving his eyes, swallowing loudly.

"Why didn't you tell me this?"

Dean sounds disappointed, and it looks like he's about to lecture Sam, but little Jack lets out a long, whiny breath between them, and this time Dean reaches out, taking the little hand in his own gently, watching as Jack squeezes his thumb tightly in his little fingers, calming down.

Sam shrugs lightly, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Didn’t think it was that important".

"Of course it’s important, Sam," Dean argues immediately, trying to make his voice firmer, but because he's whispering it doesn't sound intimidating at all. "Everything about you is important to me. Always".

Sam can't think of anything to say to that.

He focuses his gaze on the way Jack continues to squeeze Dean's thumb in his hand, and instantly becomes frustrated that he doesn't have those memories of his own. He remembers Dean caring for him, but he can barely remember how. He knows it's stupid, almost no one has memories from that age, and yet, somewhere deep inside, he wishes he could remember holding Dean's finger to help him sleep.

"You can..." Dean begins, quickly clearing his throat and looking down at sleeping Jack. The baby seems like the safest place to look at right now. "You can come to me. We can sleep together if you need it. I don't mind".

Sam really wants to look at him, but he doesn't. Instead, he gently takes Jack's other hand in his own, smiling when the baby squeezes his finger as well, not letting go.

"We're practically sleeping together now," Sam tells him, even though he knows that's not what Dean meant.

Dean clicks his tongue loudly, causing Jack to flinch slightly, and Dean immediately softens, uttering a quiet “sorry, buddy” before looking at Sam. '"You know what I mean," Dean mutters. "You can think it's not important all you want, but you're my priority. Always. So just come over, okay?"

Sam hesitates slightly before nodding in agreement. Dean nods back for some reason, then lowers his head, which he'd been propping up with his hand, onto the pillow, closing his eyes. Sam watches Jack closely for a moment to make sure he's breathing and not pinching his little nose, but when Dean's free hand weaves gently through his hair, Sam doesn't bother to keep his heavy eyelids open. He follows Jack into sleep, lulled by Dean's gentle strokes and Jack's soft smacking sounds.

With a good enough feeding and sleeping schedule they fall into routine, watching the baby grow by leaps and bounds. Jack is teething, and soon they begin the process of introducing solid foods. Jack absolutely hates boiled broccoli that ends up on the floor (Sam blames Dean for this), but he loves cereal, which Dean soaks in milk for him (Sam doesn't believe it when Dean says that Sam loved it as a baby).

When Jack takes his first tentative steps, Sam and Dean hold their breath. They’re in the library, the tables and chairs pushed against the wall, and Sam is sitting on the floor, his long legs spread, his arms stretched out in front of him, while Dean holds Jack at the other end of the room, helping him to steady himself. Jack steps timidly at first, looking at Sam as if he is waiting for approval, and when Sam smiles widely and says, "Come here, sweetheart," Jack happily steps forward on his little chubby legs, falling into Sam's arms, while Dean claps his hands behind him and runs up to them, enveloping Sam and Jack in his arms.

That night, Jack sleeps soundly in his crib, cuddling the stuffed bear Sam bought for him in the baby section of the store.

"Do you remember when I took my first steps?" Sam asks quietly, watching the baby in the crib while Dean, who is lying behind him, tosses and turns, throwing his heavy arm around Sam's waist and pressing his nose into Sam's neck, exhaling loudly.

They've been sleeping together for months now, and Sam politely ignores the fact that Dean, in addition to his bed, gives him hugs, which help Sam sleep better than ever.

"Of course," Dean whispers into the back of his head, and Sam tries to suppress the shivers that rise up his body from Dean's deep, sleep-clouded voice. "Dad helped you to your feet, and I was waiting for you across the room, like you were waiting for Jack. You looked at me, called "Dee!" and came to meet me. You were in such a hurry that you tripped over your own feet and fell, immediately starting to cry, but Dad and I were so happy to see you take your first steps that we couldn't stop smiling. You were always a cute kid, Sammy," Dean tells him, and even without seeing his face, Sam knows his brother is smiling.

Dean pulls him closer, and Sam finds Dean's hand, lacing their fingers together. Jack twitches slightly in his crib, and Sam prepares to get up to make sure he's okay, but when the baby turns his head, Sam sees that Jack is smiling too, as if he somehow understands their conversation and can't help but smile just like Dean. Sam chuckles lightly.

"Sleep, Sammy," Dean whispers to him, and Sam obediently closes his eyes, clutching Dean's hand to his chest. Before Sam falls asleep, he whispers a soft "thank you for always taking care of me," and receives a light imprint of Dean's lips on his sensitive neck.

When Jack says his first word, they get into an argument.

This happens in the library. Dean and Sam are busy researching and finding new cases for active hunters, while Jack sits in his high chair, eagerly soaking cereal in milk himself, and then throwing it into his mouth. Small hands clap on the plastic table in front of him, and when the claps are replaced by a loud and ringing "Dada!" Sam and Dean simultaneously throw their heads up, looking at Jack with wide open eyes.

"What did you say, buddy?" Dean asks dully, and Sam feels how he holds his breath, freezing. But when Jack clearly and joyfully shouts "Dada!" again, Sam and Dean look at each other before laughing happily and taking turns kissing little Jack on his soft baby head.

However, the euphoria of this moment doesn’t last long, and within a few minutes Dean and Sam are actively arguing about who exactly Jack was talking to.

"He looked at me when he said ‘dada’ the second time," Sam argues, wiping milky streaks on the baby's face.

"But you don't know which of us he said it to the first time," Dean counters, pouring more cereal into the bowl of milk. Jack immediately hurries to stick his fingers into it, stealing a few cereals into his mouth. "Besides, he clearly wanted to say Dee, but he ended up saying Da."

"And how long have you been an expert in baby talk exactly?" Sam snaps, letting Jack grab his index finger and dip it into milk, stirring the soggy cereal.

"I raised you, so long enough! Your first word was Dee, just like Jack's. It's not my fault I have that effect on kids. If Jack had called you, he'd probably have said Mom. I think even a kid would have noticed your princess hair," Dean responds in the same tone, relaxing his hand as Jack tugs at his shirt sleeve.

They're too busy glaring at each other to notice Jack grabbing Dean's finger and bringing it up to Sam's, entwining them together. They both startle, looking at the baby, and when Jack holds their intertwined fingers tightly in his small hands and happily says "Dada!" again, lifting Sam and Dean's fingers from his cereal bowl for a second and then lowering them back down, Sam and Dean stare at Jack for a long moment, then look at each other, knowing the argument is over. Jack was clearly talking to the two of them.

That night, when Sam is back in Dean's warm arms, he gets two little kisses, one on the back of his neck as usual, and one on his cheek, and he knows it's an apology. He accepts it, pressing a kiss to the back of Dean's hand, pulling him closer.

Jack is learning new words, and now Sam and Dean try to include him in their conversations. When they go to the store to stock up on groceries and buy Jack new clothes (the boy is growing out of everything they have way too quickly), Jack happily points out the things he knows the names of, and Sam and Dean nod encouragingly, to which Jack giggles, clapping his hands.

In the vegetable aisle the child grimaces as Sam approaches zucchini, and Sam realizes with horror that Jack's face is an exact mirror of Dean's, who grimaces as Sam confidently places the vegetables in the cart.

"Gross," Jack tells Sam in all seriousness, while Dean nods, earning a light punch to the shoulder. The child needs his vegetables, and Dean is not helping him at all to ensure that Jack has a proper diet.

However, in the cereal section, Jack's face brightens and he vigorously bounces in the cart as Dean loads several boxes of his favorite cereal under Sam's disapproving gaze.

"You're spoiling him," Sam whines, but puts in a few bottles of milk anyway. Jack can eat solids, but the habit of soaking his cereal that Dean taught him hasn't gone away.

"Someone's got to be a good cop, Sammy," Dean smiles at him sweetly, and when Jack immediately repeats, "Sammy!" Dean laughs, kissing the baby on his chubby pink cheek.

When they get to the checkout, the older woman behind the counter smiles brightly at them, grinning at the way Jack is blowing raspberries.

"You have a very cute son," the woman tells them, and Sam immediately feels Dean tense up next to him.

It wasn't anything new, for some reason they never understood, people had always assumed they were a romantic couple, and over time it had become something of a routine. Most of the time, they'd calmly explain that they were brothers, getting an embarrassed apology in return, and sometimes, when they were in a good mood, they'd play along, making up a story about them being husbands traveling around the States, who'd gotten married a week ago and were still on their honeymoon, and couldn't keep their hands off each other. But no one had ever assumed they were fathers, and that was a little disconcerting.

Most of the time, if they were out with Jack, they weren't together. It seemed more sensible for one of them to stay with Jack at the playground while the other did the grocery shopping. Sam had caught a few interested glances from local mothers who were watching with affection as Sam pushed Jack on the swings. One time, the girl very actively offered her services as a nanny to Dean, explaining that it was 'surely not easy for him to be a single father to such a wonderful boy.' However, neither of them was sure what to do now.

Two men who would actively explain that this wasn't their child would probably attract a lot more attention than a quiet gay couple with their young son. But Dean is tense and wary next to him, and Sam picks up on his nervousness, trying to pull himself together enough to answer the woman, who had also begun to notice their hesitation.

The awkward silence between them is broken by Jack, who grabs Sam's hand with his small fingers and simultaneously tugs at Dean's jacket, loudly saying "Daddys!", to which the woman immediately laughs again, nodding in agreement.

"That's right, your dads are very lucky to have you. But it seems like they could use a few hours of extra sleep," she says understandingly, looking at Sam, and he finds the strength to smile and nod slightly.

On the way home, Jack looks out the window with interest, pointing at all the objects he knows the names for. The music from the radio mixes with happy children's exclamations, which consist of "car!", "tree!", "cat!" and Sam supports him, but he looks warily towards Dean, who still hasn't said a word. Dean's hands are nervously gripping the steering wheel, his eyebrows are drawn together, and Sam wants to ask what's wrong, but decides to wait until they get to the bunker.

When the groceries are put away, and Jack is sitting comfortably on Sam's lap, looking at the pictures in the book, Sam again quickly glances at the silent Dean before clearing his throat and deciding to break the silence first.

"What's wrong?" Sam says firmly, and when Dean slowly raises his green eyes to him, Sam already knows that Dean wants to wave him off, but he doesn't give him that chance. "And don't tell me that everything is okay. You haven't said a word since we left the store, so spill."

Jack points to the colorful page in his arms, confidently saying "ball!" and Sam is distracted for a second, running his hand through Jack's soft hair approvingly and giving a soft "that's right, sweetheart" before turning his attention back to Dean, who now looks scared and unsure, and Sam doesn't like it when his brother looks like he's lost confidence in himself.

"Is it because of what that woman said?" Sam asks, and when Dean looks down silently, Sam knows he's hit the nail on the head. "Come on, Dean, it's not that serious. People always think we're a couple, it's not new."

"But it is, Sam," Dean argues quietly, clenching and unclenching his fingers. "What she said is new. And it's true."

And it seems that when Dean says these words out loud, he begins to believe them completely, which scares him even more.

"What exactly is true, Dean?"

"Jack... We are his parents, Sammy. This is not a child that we need to babysit for a while until his mother comes and takes him home. Because no one is coming for him, he is our responsibility until the very end," Dean tries to explain to him, but Sam still doesn’t understand what exactly the problem is.

They knew about it from the very beginning. They knew that Kelly most likely would not survive the birth, they knew that raising a baby would fall entirely on their shoulders. And Sam also knows that this is not what scares Dean at all. Sam knows that Dean loves Jack, he sees it in every movement and look in Dean's eyes, in every caring wipe of the baby's mouth and in every soft kiss that Dean leaves on Jack's forehead every night before falling asleep. It's something else, something deep inside that Dean doesn't want to share even with him.

"What are you trying to say, Dean?" Sam tries carefully, not taking his eyes off his brother. Sam feels Jack put the book down, replacing it with Sam's hand, examining the bracelet on his thin wrist.

Dean hesitates for long minutes, but Sam waits patiently for his answer. He wants to hug him. He wants to take away all of Dean's worries, to never see him so broken and lost again, but to do that, he needs to know what exactly is bothering Dean.

Dean shakes his shoulder, looking sadly at Jack, who is playing with the leather straps on Sam's wrist. "I'm a bad parent, Sammy, and Jack deserves better."

Dean's words hang in the sticky, uncomfortable silence between them. Even Jack seems to go quiet in Sam's arms, as if letting the adults talk, and Sam feels his heart give a painful thump in his chest.

"That's not true, Dean," Sam tells him firmly, but he can see that Dean doesn't believe him.

"That's true, Sammy, and we both know it. I grew up under Dad's command my entire life. Emotions are weaknesses, tears are a privilege for girls, arguments are settled faster with fists, shoot first, think later. I grew up with those rules, and I don't want Jack to grow up like that. But I just don't know any other way, and..." Dean waves his hands helplessly, not knowing how to continue his thought.

Sam feels the traitorous tears creeping up his eyes, and he quickly blinks them away.

"You raised me, Dean," Sam tells him, ignoring the tremor in his own voice. "You were more of a father to me than dad was, and all I remember from my childhood is how you cared for me and loved me no matter what. You were the one who treated my knees when I fell off my bike, you were the one I told about my first girlfriend, and you were the one who taught me everything I know. And I wouldn't trade that for any picture-perfect dad."

Sam sniffles and notices the wet streaks of tears on Dean's face, which he immediately hurries to wipe away, lowering his head and resting his elbows on his thighs.

"And I know you love Jack. And I know Jack loves you, too. And the fact that you don't want to raise Jack the way our father raised us says a lot. This already shows that you are a good parent."

Sam pauses for a moment, catching his breath and quickly wiping the tears from his own face.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Dean. So don't ever doubt yourself or what you do. You hold our family together and I will forever be grateful to you for that."

Sam watches in pain as Dean's shoulders shake with his silent sobs and he's about to cross the distance between them to wrap his arms around his brother, but Jack beats him to it. The little boy carefully lifts himself from Sam's arms and then slowly walks up to Dean, looking worriedly into his downcast face, cupping it in his small hands. When Dean finally lifts his head to look at Jack, Sam holds back a sob. He was never able to hide his emotions when he saw Dean in such a state.

Jack studies Dean's face for a few more seconds, and then he stands up on his tiptoes, kissing Dean's prickly salty cheek and saying a soft, warm "love you, daddy," before his small hands reach for Dean's neck, pulling him into a clumsy, childish hug.

Sam watches as Dean cries harder as he holds Jack close, but Sam is relieved to realize that Dean is crying out of happiness.

Dean kisses the top of Jack's head, grinning wetly. "Love you too, buddy," Dean whispers in his ear, and Jack giggles happily.

Sam comes over to them at that moment, wrapping his long arms around the both of them, resting his forehead on Dean's temple, and when Dean turns his head slightly, rubbing his nose against Sam's, Sam mirrors his wet grin, leaving light kisses on the top of Jack's head and Dean's forehead, smiling.

That night, when Sam is almost asleep, he feels Dean bury his face in his long hair and whisper "love you so much." Sam replies "love you more" and hears Dean chuckle.

Soon, Jack's favorite word becomes "kisses." He loudly demands them in the morning, squeezing between the sleeping Dean and Sam and waking them up with an enthusiastic "kisses!", patiently waiting for Sam to sleepily kiss the top of his head, and then waking Dean, who will throw Jack down on the bed and start kissing his face while Jack bursts into laughter.

The next time Jack demands his share of kisses is at lunch, while Sam and Dean are busy working, while Jack is actively playing with cars in the library, rolling them around the shelves of old books.

"Kisses!" Jack proclaims, walking up to Sam and holding out his hands. Sam immediately looks up from his laptop, smiling warmly at Jack and kissing the top of his head. Jack then quickly runs around the table, approaching a focused Dean and exclaiming "Daddy, kisses!" to which Dean follows Sam's example, pushing his laptop aside and pulling Jack onto his lap, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek, to which Jack laughs, touching Dean's stubble and saying "tickles." Dean looks at him a little guilty, but kisses him again, eliciting another laugh from Jack.

Soon Jack falls asleep in Dean's arms, while Sam watches as Dean carefully places Jack on his shoulder, then reaches for a blanket that's lying on a nearby chair and covers Jack with a practiced motion, holding the baby close.

"We can put him to bed," Sam suggest, to which Dean refuses.

"He's not bothering me," Dean says, but he doesn't go back to work, instead carefully running his fingers through Jack's light hair, and Sam knows he's doing it so as not to disturb the baby's nap.

"And I still insist that you spoil him," Sam tells him, pushing his laptop aside as well and instead admiring the scene in front of him.

Dean raises his eyebrows, giving Sam a challenging look.

"First of all, I wasn't the one who bought him three toy cars at once," Dean tells him seriously, and Sam feels a slight blush creeping up his face. "And second of all, you keep saying that, but Jack still gets all his behavior from you."

And when Sam looks at Dean blankly, Dean has already turned his gaze back to Jack, smiling at the cute way Jack pouts in his sleep.

"What do you mean?" Sam decides to clarify, and waits a few minutes before Dean gives him his answer.

"This," Dean tells him, nodding at the sleeping Jack in his arms. "When you were little, you used to fall asleep on me all the time. Sometimes you'd even come over with a blanket just to sleep in my arms," ​​Dean tells him with a smile, and Sam starts to remember.

Christmas Eve, which they celebrated at Bobby's house. Dean spent his time in front of the old TV, waiting for Christmas movies, and when Sam came to him, holding a warm blanket in his hands and shyly lowering his eyes to the floor, Dean accepted him with a warm smile, letting Sam climb into his lap and curl up on his chest.

"And don't even get me started on 'kisses,'" Dean continues, and this time Sam tenses, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Yes, Dean often hugged little Sam, but Sam doesn't remember Dean kissing him at all. Dean looks at him with undisguised surprise. "Don't tell me you don't remember. You were always demanding kisses, even worse than Jack. You'd come up to me any time you had a free moment, look at me with those big puppy eyes, point your finger where you wanted me to kiss you and say, 'Dee, kiss me.'"

"And you did what I asked you to do?" Sam asks breathily, and now it's Dean's turn to blush slightly.

He shrugs carefully, so as not to wake Jack.

"I'm a weak man, Sammy, sue me. I tried to say no to you a couple of times, but you immediately started crying and... I could never stand the sight of you crying, so I kissed you every time you asked. When we got older and you went to school, you stopped asking me, but before that it was all the time." Dean finally looks up, and when he notices the scared look on Sam's face, Dean quickly grins, defusing the situation. "No need to be embarrassed, Sammy, that was sweet. Your charms always worked on me, I'm pretty sure if you asked me to kiss you right on the lips now, I'd do it without hesitation." And when Dean realizes what he just said, he quickly bites his tongue, his eyes widening.

Sam feels his own face begin to burn even more, and he quickly lowers his head, hiding it from Dean. There's an awkward silence between them, and Sam waits a few seconds before clearing his throat and nervously tucking his hair behind his ears.

"I'm going to go make dinner. Jack's probably going to be hungry when he wakes up."

He doesn't look at Dean as he gets up from the table and leaves the library, but Dean's words are still loud and clear in his head as he cooks Jack's favorite letter-shaped pasta.

During dinner, Jack looks at each letter on his plate with interest before putting it in his mouth. Dean makes up a few simple words for him, then recites them letter by letter, smiling when Jack repeats them. Sam can feel the uncomfortable tension between them, but he tries to ignore it, eating his own pasta.

Jack demands kisses before bed, and Dean and Sam take turns doing so, watching as a contented and smiling Jack closes his eyes and falls asleep.

Sam gets into bed a little nervously and twitchily, and he's almost certain that Dean won't touch him tonight, but when the lights go out in the room and Dean gets into bed after him, Sam breathes a sigh of relief when he feels Dean's usual arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Sam feels like he should say something, the words are on the tip of his tongue, but when Dean lifts himself up slightly on his elbow and leaves two smeared kisses on Sam's face (one on his cheek and one next to his lips, too close) Sam understands his request and decides to remain silent, squeezing Dean's hand in his. He falls asleep with a small smile on his lips.

Over time, Jack becomes more grown up and shows more interest, and now Dean and Sam can watch not only children's cartoons with him, but also adult films.

"I'm telling you again, Dean, Jack is too little to watch ‘Final Destination’," Sam repeats tiredly, sitting down in one of the soft armchairs in Dean's cave (they really should come up with another name for this room).

Jack climbs onto Dean's empty armchair, immediately looking with interest into the large bowl of popcorn that Dean places right in front of him.

"Not little, Daddy Sam," Jack argues childishly with him, while Dean grins contentedly, raising his eyebrows meaningfully in Sam's direction.

"That's right, Jack, tell him," Dean encourages the kid, and when Sam gives him his best "bitch look," Dean snorts under his breath again, but puts the movie aside, instead settling on ‘Nanny McPhee’, which he and Jack have watched a few times already, but they both know is one of the boy's favorites.

Dean settles into the armchair with Jack, letting him sit comfortably into his lap and lean back against his chest. Jack’s legs dangling freely and he stares intently at the large screen in front of him. Sam watches it for a few seconds, enjoying the view, before settling himself, tucking his long legs under himself and scooping up a handful of popcorn.

They settle into a comfortable silence, the three of them munching on popcorn and watching the events unfold on the screen, but about halfway through the movie, Sam feels his head begin to droop to the side, his eyelids slowly closing. At first, he tries to fight it, shaking his head and blinking hard, trying to keep the sleep from creeping up on him, but Dean's cave is warm and smells delicious of popcorn, the movie on the TV is nice and soothing, and the sight of Dean and Jack sitting next to him, looking like they really were father and son, gives Sam comfort, and soon he moves to the very edge of his armchair, laying his head on Dean's shoulder and closing his eyes.

He feels Dean flinch slightly at first, but then relaxes, turning his head to the side and pressing a kiss to the top of Sam's head.

"Tired?" Dean asks quietly, still not moving away any further. His nose is combing through Sam's hair, and Sam can't help the pleasant shivers that run through his body. He nods silently at Dean's question, moving even closer, nuzzling his own nose into Dean's neck, feeling his brother's arm wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer. "You can go to sleep if you want. Jack and I will finish the movie and then we'll come over," Dean suggests, but Sam immediately frowns, shaking his head.

"I don't want to be without you," Sam admits, sounding just like Jack, but he doesn't pay it any mind. He feels Dean's smirk next to his face, and he tries to suppress a smile when he feels Dean begin to leave light kisses on his face. One lip print on his forehead, two on his closed eyelids, one on the tip of his nose and one on his cheek, but when it's Sam's lips that are next, Dean stops, hovering near Sam's face but not taking the next step.

For a moment, they share the same air, neither speaking. Sam can hear Jack laughing at what's happening on the screen, but more clearly he can hear his own heartbeat, which only gets louder when Sam slowly opens his eyes, meeting Dean's intense gaze, who looks tense and scared, but Sam thinks that the fact that his brother hasn't pulled away from him yet is a good sign.

"Sammy..." Dean begins quietly, choosing his words. "I don't think this is a good idea."

Sam has time to panic. He runs his eyes over Dean's face, trying to find something to latch onto, but he quickly realizes that Dean is still not pulling away, and he realizes that they've both already lost this fight.

"You said my charms always worked on you," Sam says carefully, watching Dean's face, and when he doesn't see the frown or the disapproving curve of his mouth, Sam smiles, breathing out a quiet "kiss me," and Dean doesn't need to be told twice.

The kiss he leaves on Sam's lips is careful and soft, tastes like popcorn and soda, and Sam can't help but smile stupidly as he kisses back, pulling Dean closer by the collar of his sweatshirt, obediently parting his lips when Dean's tongue runs over his bottom lip. Sam tries to suppress a small moan when Dean's tongue touches his own, and he feels Dean shudder, and Sam only relaxes further, reassured that he's not the only one feeling the warmth and the absolute sense that everything is finally in place.

They're interrupted by Jack's voice. The kid watches them closely, then looks at the TV and asks in surprise, "Daddy's wedding?" immediately pointing his finger at the screen where the main characters are kissing at the altar, and Sam and Dean simultaneously snort under their breath, looking at a still confused Jack.

Sam rests his head on Dean's shoulder again, closing his eyes as he feels Dean kiss his temple, then turning to Jack. "You can say that, buddy," Dean tells him, and Jack seems more than happy with that answer, because he giggles joyfully, then squirms in Dean's lap, leaving one smudged kiss on each of Sam's and Dean's cheeks.

That night, they let Jack sleep in the same bed with them, and as the baby snores sweetly on Dean's pillow, while tightly clutching Sam's shirt in his hands, neither Dean nor Sam can stop smiling. And as Sam begins to fall asleep after Jack, he feels a light kiss on his lips, reaching forward in response, finding Dean's hand and squeezing it in his own.

Perhaps Dean was right, and Jack deserved better parents than them, but Sam knows for sure that he wouldn't trade what he has now for anything else.

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Janis's Ending

Janis's part two ending to It's a Competition.

Word Count: 1.2k

Trigger Warnings: descriptions of making out

Cady Heron wasn't the best at holding in information as she sat next to (Y/n) in their English class. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher instructed them to start on their writing assignment, but Cady couldn't focus on the work in front of her. This was something (Y/n) quickly came to realize as their desk began to shake with every bounce of Cady's knee. "What's wrong, Cady? You're making my 'r' turn into an 'm.'" (Y/n) said, placing a hand on Cady's shoulder to hopefully provide some aid in calming her down. However, Cady almost became more tense under (Y/n)'s touch.

"I need to know who you have a crush on." Cady blurted out, causing (Y/n)'s eyes to widen as she eyed Cady suspiciously. She sat there in silence, slowly retrieving her hand from her shoulder as she processed Cady's blunt request. "Okay, I know I kind of blurted that out, but I've been struggling to keep my thoughts on a few things to myself, but if you tell me who you like, I can focus better. Of course, I know that's personal and something you probably don't want to share, so don't feel forced."

(Y/n) bit her lip to hide her snicker over Cady's rambling as she cleared her throat in order to catch Cady's attention. She gave herself a moment under the strawberry blonde's watchful gaze as she considered the possibilities that might occur if she told the person she liked her feelings. "Okay, but don't laugh… I know that she'll never like me back." (Y/n) sucked in a breath as she looked around to make sure no one else was listening. Unlike Gretchen, she trusted Cady with a secret like this. "I like Janis. Which, I know, is crazy. She's so cool and always has an opinion on everything. I really admire how outspoken she is." (Y/n) sighed, resting her cheek on her fist.

Cady took a moment to let the information sink in as she examined (Y/n)'s face gently. She had never heard (Y/n) get so vulnerable with anyone before. A slow smile snuck up on her face as she nudged (Y/n) gently. "I think you're amazing and Janis would be lucky to have you in her life." She said softly, watching a small smile tug at the corner of (Y/n)'s lips. There was a brief moment of realization that Regina was sure to go into a frenzy, but Cady stuffed that fear away. "Maybe you could just talk to her. I know it sounds scary, but Janis appreciates bold people. Why not be bold?" She questioned as her eyebrows wiggled playfully.

(Y/n) tapped her knees gently as she looked over at Cady in thought. "I don't know," she hummed softly, glancing out the window for a moment. "I mean, Janis does seem like the person to like bold people, but I don't know if I'm bold enough to tell her how I feel. Very cowardly, I know." (Y/n) sighed softly, looking down at her paper that barely held anything on it. She was now too distracted to work on the prompt given to them by the teacher. Normally, she was good at writing prompts, but right now, with Janis on her mind, it was safe to say she wasn't sure how to proceed with her paper on 'What Does Love Mean To You?'

Cady knew it wasn't her place to tell Janis, but she did accidentally let it slide to Damian after English class when they were heading to meet with their resident artist.

"She what? Tell me exactly what she told you, Cady." Janis had her hands on Cady's shoulders as she looked deeply into her blue eyes. She was searching for any hint of a lie on the girl's features. She didn't want to find a lie, of course, but that's what she felt like she would find. "You have to tell me now, Cady. You didn't think Damian would just keep this information from me, did you? He's literally my best friend and the biggest gossip we know."

Janis was right, but Cady couldn't help but narrow her eyes at Damian briefly, even as he held his hands up as if to say he was innocent. Which he wasn't. "Fine, just loosen your grip on my shoulders." Cady winced as Janis sent a sheepish, apologetic grin and let go of her shoulders, offering them both a small rub when she did. "Thank you… She said she likes you and admires how you're outspoken. Speaking of outspoken, I think you should just talk to her. I was your middle man, I gave you the information, now it's your turn." Cady told Janis, crossing her arms gently as she looked over to where Regina, Gretchen, and Karen were waiting for her. "I have to go now." She said timidly as she walked off to meet with the Plastics.

"She's right," Damian spoke up with his signature smirk. Janis knew that Cady was right, too. She now just needed to figure out how she was going to ask (Y/n) out officially. That's when an idea began to formulate in her mind. Texting (Y/n) to meet her in the park, Janis decided she would ask (Y/n) out while teaching her how to skateboard. This was something she promised to do a couple of months back but hadn't had the chance to.

When the time came around, Janis smiled as she stood up from the picnic bench when she saw (Y/n). "Hey, stranger," she greeted as she held out a board for (Y/n). For a moment, (Y/n) looked confused before realizing what was going on. Janis watched a giant smile break out of (Y/n)'s face as she placed the skateboard down, trying to get on it. Janis helped her, taking her hands softly. "I remembered you wanted to learn, and I finally got the chance to teach you. You're going to want to kick gently. Lean forward to go left and lean backward to go right. We'll go slow." Janis said as (Y/n0's fingers laced between her own.

"Am I doing it right?" (Y/n) asked as she began to kick off, her knees wobbling as she tried to maintain her balance. Janis quickly stabilized her, causing her to grow confident as her knees stopped wobbling as much. "So, lean this way for left… and this way for right." (Y/n) tested it, the board slipping from under her. A small yelp escaped her lips as her eyes squeezed together, however; the fall she expected never came. Instead, she was carefully wrapped in Janis's arms.

Janis smiled down at her as she processed that she was no longer falling. She tried to thank Janis but nothing left her lips. Instead of her crashing and burning, her lips came crashing onto Janis's, who quickly reciprocated the kiss. Janis kept her in a solid grip as they kissed, (Y/n) gaining more of her balance as she wrapped her arms around Janis's neck. "I've been waiting a long time to do that," Janis said with a cheeky smile playing on her face.

"Me too," (Y/n) whispered a bit breathlessly. "We don't have to stop though." She added and the two reconnected once more.

By the end of the night, Janis had sent Damian and Cady a text that said 'Guess who has a girlfriend bitches?' The competition was won by Janis, not that she cared about it. She only cared that sitting right beside her, telling her about a new movie she saw in theaters, was her girlfriend.

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's Dual Cultivation Pact Date - Part 2

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Date which hasn’t been released in EN yet!⚡

Proceed at your own risk, I guess? 😂 Although it's not that spicy but still, a warning is a warning 🤭

[Section 3]

A month had passed since I had "swept Shaw out the door," and he had not come back since.

He might also feel a bit embarrassed and angry.

MC: But you can't blame me for this; anyone who heard such words would… Villager: What did you say?

I realized that I had gotten distracted thinking about Shaw again, so I quickly cleared my throat and refocused my attention.

MC: It's nothing. You just said that there was evil energy surging under the mountain? Villager: That’s right! I don’t know what happened this time, but the formation barriers you set up don’t seem to have any effect!! Villager: Although Taoist Master Shaw doesn’t permit us to come to find you, we saw his condition and it was truly… MC: Shaw? What happened to him?

Startled, I interrupted him. The villagers were surprised to see me speaking so urgently and were taken aback, but they still answered honestly.

Villager: Wasn't it you who sent Master Shaw down the mountain to help us exorcize demons and spirits? There have been too many demons recently, and he has been busy running around everywhere. Villager: Perhaps it's because he's been working too hard. In the past month, Master Shaw's temper has become increasingly bad, and his methods for exorcizing demons have become more and more…

The villager hesitated, stammering as they began to speak.

Villager: It feels like... Master Shaw is showing signs of being possessed by demons. MC: ...possessed?!

Seeing me gasp, the villager began to sweat profusely, and their speech quickened.

Villager: We know that Master Shaw is a good person! But we're just afraid that if he starts treating people like this in the future… Villager: Ahem, what I mean is that we are worried about Taoist Master Shaw, so, that’s why we want to ask you to come out and help your disciple! Villager: If he really does something irreversible, it would tarnish the good name of Fairy MC! MC: ...I understand. MC: I'll handle the matter with Shaw. After you go down the mountain, instruct everyone not to go out today. Villager: Yes, I'll go right away!

The villager breathed a sigh of relief, thanked me profusely, and left.

I lowered my eyes and counted with my fingers.

MC: On the seventh day of the seventh month, when the yin energy is at its peak... It turns out it's already come to this.

I gathered my loose hair, secured it with a blue lotus Taoist crown, picked up my horsetail whisk, and headed out the door.

Demons' aura. A sky-high demonic presence.

The setting sun was like blood, with white bones hanging from withered branches, and ghostly flames mingling with cooking smoke.

The mortals had long since shut their doors tightly, afraid to speak carelessly. In the distant mountains, unknown creatures were making sharp, piercing cries.

After hiding away on the mountain for so long, I've almost forgotten that the outside world is actually like this purgatory.

MC: I really miss the old Qixi festivals... That was the true human scene.

I murmured in contemplation as I began to search for Shaw's presence.

The flower scent was wrapped in a heavy stench of blood, making it appear both gaudy and acrid.

MC: Shaw?

Soon, I caught the faint scent of familiar Tumi flowers near the abandoned cemetery in the southeast.

?.?: For every person you've harmed, I'll cut off one of your claws. It's actually a favor to you. ?.?: ...Regardless of whether you've done evil during this time, I find you displeasing now, so I want to eliminate you. Is that not allowed? ?.?: Want to beg for mercy now? It’s no use.

I couldn't make out what the demon was shouting, but Shaw's voice came through clearly from the graveyard, each sentence ending with a distinct note of pleasure.

In the next moment, a scream pierced the air, and the stench of blood grew even stronger.

My heart sank and I hurried over.

Boom— —

Thunder rumbled ominously, and flashes of lightning crisscrossed the sky. In the intermittent light, a tall, slender figure stood firmly in the center.

Around him are the remains of monsters and demons, and the young man stands amidst a sea of blood. At this moment, he does not seem like a righteous defender of justice, but more like…

Bloodthirsty demon.

...Shaw's cultivation has already reached its peak.

I watched the scene before me with my heart racing, almost stirring up some repressed impulse.

Shaw's God-striking Whip was swinging continuously in his hand, while a demon beast dodged left and right. In the end, it was struck by a bolt of lightning and was obliterated with a scream.

Shaw: I said it was useless, so why bother running?

Shaw's brows and eyes were full of exuberance, with a smile of extreme pleasure at the corner of his mouth, as he reveled in the brutal scene.

Shaw: I'm in a very bad mood this month. I can only say that you are unlucky and happened to meet me.

As he spoke, he took out the talisman and chanted the incantation.

[He recites an incantation here which is kinda hard to translate]

——He wants to summon the Five Gods of Thunder?! Just to annihilate these monsters?!

Without a moment's hesitation, I waved my whisk and immediately sealed the talisman he was about to ignite.

It was only then that he noticed my presence. In an instant, Shaw's gaze was more dazzling than lightning, nearly blinding me.

Shaw: .......You are finally willing to come. MC: ….Shaw!

I stretched out my hand towards him and spoke hastily.

MC: You can't kill anymore now, otherwise you will become a demon! MC: Come with me, I'll help you stabilize your Taoist mind!

Shaw stared at me intently, and after a while, he finally broke into a smile.

Shaw: Good.

Before he finished speaking, he fell forward.

I quickly teleported over to support him. Even through the layer of clothing, I could feel how intensely hot his body was.

MC: ….It can’t be delayed any longer.

I no longer hesitated and took Shaw to a broken house near the mass grave and began to set up formations for him.

Shaw [in pain]: Mm—

In the instant the light flared, a look of pain immediately appeared on Shaw's face.

MC: Is it difficult? Just bear with it a little longer…

Shaw [breathing heavily]: Not uncomfortable.

Shaw interrupted my words, breathing heavily.

Shaw [hesitantly]: I thought...I thought you didn't want to see me anymore

My breath caught, and I instinctively wanted to respond to the unspoken feelings before me.

However, Shaw's vibrant, living form and the red cinnabar symbols that had fallen around him reminded me of my true purpose for coming here.

MC: How could this be?

Another yellow talisman fell, and the dense array of runes bound Shaw, leaving him unable to move.

My fingers gently caressed his heaving chest and came to rest on his heart.

MC: You are my most precious furnace, why don’t I come to see you?

The light from the talisman illuminated the dim old house and also lit up my path.

A black crane perches on the hem of my skirt, its wings poised to fly.

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[Section 4]

After Shaw heard what I said, a smile appeared on his lips.

Shaw [In a light voice + breathing heavily x1]: Fairy Xuanhe, you finally don’t want to pretend anymore? MC: The goal has already been achieved; why pretend?

I casually replied to him while drawing symbols, as if we were in my courtyard rather than this run-down house.

MC: I was surprised. When did you know about it? Shaw [x2]: Known it from the beginning.

My fingers paused. He raised his eyebrows at me triumphantly.

Shaw [x3]: Back then, Fairy Xuanhe, burdened with too much bloodshed, was hunted down by ten righteous paths and fell into these mountains. Shaw [x4]: After just three to five years, a Taoist priestess named MC suddenly appeared in the mountains. Shaw [x5]: With profound skills and a kind heart, they set up great formations to protect the safety and security of the people around them. Shaw [x6]: It's really... admirable.

Shaw’s breathing was rapid. Although he was clearly talking about me, his tone was so mocking, as if he were recounting someone else’s story. I felt a surge of irritation rise from the bottom of my heart and couldn't help but retort.

MC: So, you were sent by those idiots to test me?

Shaw [coldly]: Do they even deserve it?

Shaw sneered and raised his chin.

Shaw [whispers]: I just wanted to see you myself.

His gaze slowly moved from my brows, down to my nose, to my lips, to my throat... Finally, as if discovering something, it settled on my heart.

Shaw: .....No wonder you have been staying in that yard and refused to come out. MC: I didn’t refuse to come out. Shaw: In fact, you sealed yourself in that courtyard. MC: I didn't… Shaw: The demonic aura has long invaded your heart and mind; you are the one who has fallen into darkness. MC: I'm just about to become a demon!

I blurted out, my anger surging suddenly. I reached out forcefully, intending to strangle the man in front of me who was spouting nonsense.

However, as soon as my fingertips touched the blood vessels on his neck, they were immediately burned and recoiled.

The burning pain brought me back to clarity. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my emotions.

MC: Shaw, I’m just... about to fall into darkness. MC: And with you as the furnace here, I can definitely dispel all the demonic aura.

Shaw's throat moved slightly as if he had finally realized something.

Shaw [surprised]: You want to practice dual cultivation with me...? MC: What else?

I chuckled and slowly stretched out my arms to hug Shaw from behind.

The intense yang energy filled Shaw’s robust body, like a flame that would never extinguish.

The robe was exceptionally loose after the battle, but with a casual flick, it fell into place.

My fingers measured every inch of his hot skin, and the wonderful touch made me addicted.

MC: Life is so joyful in the mortal world; I have no intention of falling into darkness. MC: Over the years, I have devoted myself to research and finally invented a method of harmonizing yin and yang.

Shaw clearly remembered the books he had borrowed. He raised an eyebrow and made an effort to turn his head to look at me.

Shaw: Because demonic energy is extremely yin, you're planning to find an extremely yang 'container' to balance it out. MC: That's right.

I turned my fingers and lifted Shaw's chin with a whisk.

This is the first time I've seen my... cauldron up close.

From this angle, I noticed his eyelashes were so long, his nose bridge so straight, and there was a thin layer of sweat at the corners of his brows, fine and dense.

MC: Shaw, you came to me of your own accord. MC: It is you who want to practice my techniques.

I silently executed the spell and infused the final incantation into Shaw’s dantian.

The fragrance of tea flowers instantly filled every corner of the room.

I know it's ripe.

Shaw, with no strength to resist, was pressed to the ground by me.

On the Qixi festival, the day of extreme yin, with the body of extreme yang, everything was perfect.

My breathing was even faster than Shaw's. The demonic energy that had been suppressed for a long time was no longer in shackles of the seal. It was jolting left and right in my body and was in desperate need of an outlet.

MC: I…

I was like a moth endlessly circling, instinctively drawn to an untouchable blaze, yet fleeing in panic just a second before being consumed by the flames.

For a moment, I even felt that the decision to practice dual cultivation was extremely stupid.

Because it was too hot and painful.

I bit my lower lip and gripped Shaw's shoulders almost with hatred, my nails drawing faint blood marks on his skin.

——Why? Why should I go through this?

As the Xuanhe Fairy, I have always wanted to live according to my true nature and have never harmed a mortal.

Before the demonic energy entered my body, I was said to be weird, rebellious, and unreasonable; after the demonic energy entered my body, I was said to be cruel and suspected of evil intentions.

These fools have also pinned some baseless charges on me and summoned ten righteous factions to kill me...

Why should I endure this!

Unconsciously, blood began to seep into my vision, and the smell of blood rising in my throat gradually overpowered the floral scent, filling my nostrils.

Shaw: MC, MC….! MC: What?

Shaw called my name several times before I woke up from my daze and looked at him blankly.

He was sweating all over, gritting his teeth, and obviously felt uncomfortable, but his golden eyes were still bright, reflecting only my figure.

Even though I was in a mess and my blue lotus Taoist crown was crooked.

Shaw [HIS HOARSE VOICE SOUNDED SO ASKFSGH x1]: MC, give me your breath. MC: ....Transfer Qi?

My mind was so dizzy that I didn't even understand what these two words meant. Shaw suppressed his breath and sneered.

Shaw [x2]: If you want to practice dual cultivation, of course you have to transfer your Qi.

Oh, indeed, the breath could also settle into the lower abdomen. I thought groggily as I leaned closer to Shaw's lips.

In the instant our breaths intertwined, I was pulled into a vortex named Shaw. 

His tongue entwined with mine, then released, only to forcefully invade again, exploring every corner of my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. 

This wasn't me giving him air at all; it was clearly... him taking it from me.

The sound of the rubbing of clothes mixed with my heartbeat, infinitely amplified in my ears, and the burning sensation that was originally painful to me gradually became less unbearable.

At this moment, it seems that the vigorous yang energy and the deep yin energy have finally found a point of resonance, beginning to tentatively merge.

My vision kept wavering, and the scene before me became a kaleidoscope of colors. The painful memories of the past gradually receded like a retreating tide.

By accident, my mind suddenly recalled a small incident when the evil energy had not poured into China and everything was still too peaceful.

That day seemed to be the Qixi festival. I was wandering in the market and met a young man.

The young man said he had someone he loved and asked me if I had any spells that could help him.

What happened next? Did I help him…?

Shaw [annoyed]: You're distracted. MC: I didn't…

All my words were swallowed up by him, and Shaw didn't want to listen to me at all.

He inexplicably began to refuse to cooperate, causing the yin and yang energy that had already been harmonized to change suddenly. I couldn't help but want to hide, but my waist was firmly held by him.

MC: This… This is not right…

I clutched the nearly shapeless talisman papers tightly and spoke intermittently.

MC [blushing]: It should be me… MC [blushing]: It should be me taking your original yang energy; this is the only solution. Otherwise, I...!

I whimpered briefly, the stimulation was too strong and I had nowhere to escape, I could only scream like a rogue.

MC [blushing]: You are my furnace, you must be willing to help me achieve success!

Shaw [breathing heavily + that low seductive voice of his x1]: Who says I'm not willing?

Hot sweat and Shaw's voice both fell into my ears, as he chuckled softly.

Shaw [x2]: I realized... that although you are a talented demon practitioner, you’re also quite foolish. Shaw [x3]: Why do you think I've been practicing your techniques all along?

It's too hot. My mind can no longer understand his words; I just shake my head, trying to escape, but Shaw won't let me.

His lips repeatedly kissed my earlobe, whispering in the closest proximity.

Shaw [x4]: As I said, I will do my best and risk everything I have for the person I like.

Every time Shaw said a word, I felt the violent demonic energy in my body fade a little—

He didn’t have his original yang energy taken by me; instead, he used his yang energy to completely eliminate the demonic energy.

MC: You... you changed my technique? Were you deceiving me?!

Shaw [x6]: Is that not acceptable? Shaw [x7]: Who told you to lie to me back then?

Shaw lifted me up forcefully as if to punish me, and I fell into his tender kisses.

Shaw [x8]: On that Qixi Festival, I told you I liked you and asked if there was a spell to make you like me too. How did you respond? MC: What?

Was that boy Shaw?

My memory doesn’t quite match up with this. Could it be that the years of demonic energy have damaged my mind?

I was speechless and couldn't explain anything. Shaw’s chest rumbled with laughter as he smiled.

Shaw [x9]: Forget it if you don’t remember. Anyway, I already got what I wanted.

After all, I was pulled into the whirlpool by him again.

In the midst of the chaos, I almost had the illusion that Shaw had risked even more than I had imagined.

No, it's not an illusion.

MC: Shaw. 

I reached out my hand and brushed away Shaw's messy hair, wanting to look into his eyes again.

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