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Rose Garden - Part One - Lee Know Smut

↳Pairing: Prince!Lee Know x Maid!afab reader

↳Words: 7,800

↳Warnings: SMUT 18+ only!!!!! Minors DNI!!!!!, Lee Know has a dirty mouth, unprotected sex (we all know the drill), inexperienced virgin!reader, Lee Know also might be a virgin but idk, pretty vanilla stuff, power dynamics, creampie, multiple orgasms, multiple (2) positions, semi-public sex, they almost get caught but aren't, angst, a mention of throwing up but no one does

↳Summery: You are a maid for one of the ladies eligible for a chance to see if they are the prince's soulmate. You join your lady and attend the tea party but you grow bored and wander off. After a while, you stumble across a beautiful rose garden and an even more beautiful man- though he's not very nice.

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↳Notes: Long story short, I work a lot and I'm tired but I'm trying to get these written!!!

↳Ready on my AO3: Here

Part One

“MOTHER!” JOY COMPLAINED loudly, “Do I really have to go to this ridiculous ball?”

“Yes, darling,” Joy’s mother, Mrs. Park, flitted around the room and checked each of the offerings of the maids, “Tonight is vital. You must catch the eye of the Prince!”

“What if he's not my soulmate, though?” Joy pouted, which you caught through her vanity mirror as you carefully curled her hair.

“Darling, when you’re this high up in society you can’t be concerned about all of that soulmate dribble! You are a lady! You are out in society and your position matters!” Mrs Park insisted. She made her way over to the vanity and gestured for you to move aside.

Wordlessly and obediently, you stepped aside to let Joy’s mother take over your task of doing Joy’s hair. You backed away to stand with the other maids who were holding various jewelry options for this afternoon’s tea party.

Joy looked absolutely stunning, which was truly no surprise. As one of the higher ladies of the court, she had to be. Whenever she went to these tea parties or balls, it was part of your job to make sure she looked her best. You did her hair, helped her into whichever gown was chosen for the event, and applied the perfect amount of rouge to her cheeks. As her dedicated ladies maid, you also had to cater to her every whim.

Technically, you weren’t allowed to be friends with the lady you served but you and Joy had gotten rid of that ages ago. As her mother rambled on about the importance of holding the family’s position in society, Joy locked eyes with you through the vanity mirror and rolled her eyes. You had to stifle your giggle into your hand and pretend it was a sneeze in order for the other maids to ignore you.

“Mother, the prince does absolutely nothing for me. We would be an awful match!” Joy whined.

“Joy, I won’t keep telling you why you have to attend this event. This is your last chance to catch the Queen’s eye. If you don’t then they will choose a bride for him this evening at the ball.”

“But every eligible girl in society will also be peacocking around! There’s no way I could ever stand out.”

“Joy!” Mrs Park scolded with a light smack to her shoulder. She moved away and gestured for you to continue your task. “Ms. Y/N, please do your best work. You are serving the potential future princess of our fine country!”

“Mother!” Joy screeched, but Mrs Park made her way out of the room before Joy could whine much more. “Y/N, you’d better make me look like a monster!”

“Ma’am, I’ve heard that the Prince is a fine young man!” You chimed in as you went back to putting small crystals into Joy’s dramatic updo.

“Oh, come on, please don’t call me that when mother isn’t around. It makes me feel like an old maid.” Joy pouted.

“Of course. Which jewelry set do you want to go with your dress?” You waved over the other maids, who hurried over to present their offerings. Joy perused them for a moment before pointing at a silver and blue set to complement the rich navy she had on.

“I don’t know why mother insists on jewel tones.” Joy sighed, “She knows I prefer pastels. All the other girls will be wearing pastels to tea!”

“Or maybe they won’t! This is the last chance to impress the Queen before she makes the decision for him.”

“I hope she’s decided already. I think I’d hate being married to a prince. What if he’s dull?” Joy sighed.

“Honestly, they probably chose his intended ages ago and they’re doing all this for the sake of some social events and entertainment,” You suggested innocently.

Joy gasped in horror and turned to look at you.

“How dare you insult the royal family!” She exclaimed. Her eyebrows furrowed and your heart dropped into your stomach. You hadn’t meant to-

Joy cracked a smile. She giggled openly, which helped your muscles relax. She was just joking.

“Don’t frighten me so!”

“I will never reprimand you for voicing your opinions, even about the royal family. I believe we are well past that, don’t you?” Joy turned back to the mirror and you got back to work on her hair.

You were able to breathe a little better.

Once Joy had her hair done and her jewels put on, she got up and started towards the door. You bowed as she left and mentally ran through the list of duties you had to attend to once she left. Tidy the closet, dust the shelves, make her bed, wash her pillow cases and-

“Oh,” Joy sighed, her hand on the doorknob, “I do wish you could come with me. You make much better company than any of the other ladies.”

“I wish I could go too, Miss.” The formality slipped out, but she allowed it.

“Maybe you could go.” Joy mused, “I could demand you accompany me in case I have a fainting spell or something. I suddenly feel one coming on.”

She shot you a mischievous grin.

“You just want to paint all afternoon."

For almost ten years she’d been faking fainting spells in order to either get out of an event or get you to go with her. You were surprised that she hadn’t faked one today. Despite the dramatic navy gown and the sparkly jewelry, Joy preferred to spend her days with you in the greenhouse painting away. Each year for your birthday she gifted you a blank sketchbook and some pencils and often invited you to paint with her. You weren’t nearly as good as her, but it allowed for you to have something to do together. An even playing field. No titles.

“You caught me. What can I say? I prefer painting with my best and only friend in the ton over mingling and pretending to hope for the Queen’s approval.” Joy mused for a few long moments. Then, terrifyingly, her eyes lit up. She opened the door and called out into the house. “Mother! Y/N is joining us to the ball today! I shall require her assistance changing into my other gown for the ball.”

“What?” You gawked.

Joy closed the door and turned to you triumphantly.

“Crystal,” Joy turned to one of the other maids, “Please prepare my pink and blue gown with the flowers and sapphires on the bodice for the palace with the fullest underskirt you can find. Oh, and the pink set of jewelry that Papa gave me for Christmas! Y/N, go prepare your best dress! You’re going to the royal ball!”

~!~!~!~!~!~

Joy’s scheming got you right where she wanted you. If you had the chance, you definitely would have stayed home but you were in no position to refuse her. Joy’s mother wasn’t thrilled that you were there but at this point she knew that there were some battles you just don’t win.

It wasn’t as if there was much for you to do at this party anyway. Joy made you change into your event uniform, which was really just a cleaner black-and-white version of what you normally wore. Today you wore a long black dress with a white lace apron layered over the skirt, with a white collar and cuffs.

All well and good if the tea party wasn’t outdoors.

By all means, the temperature outside was quite pleasant unless you had to stand off to the side with the other ladies maids in direct sunlight. All of you had delicate sheens of sweat along the backs of your necks as you waited to be summoned by your respective ladies. Some of the maids you’d seen before and had decent friendships with. The great part about being a maid is that almost all of them were into gossip, as if they were reading a dramatic-real life romance novel.

“Ryujin, you’ll never believe it!” Yuna exclaimed, “Mr Lee proposed to Lady Shim last week! They had a few moments together in the garden and he got down on one knee and he had a ring prepared and everything!”

“How romantic!” Ryujin squealed, “Did she accept?”

“Honestly, I’m in disbelief! She didn’t refuse him but she said she needed time to think. It’s possible that she’s hoping to be chosen by the Queen but she can’t be selected if she’s betrothed.”

“Have any of you actually seen Prince Minho?” Ryujin sighed, “I mean, Mr Lee is a catch. Why would she turn him down?”

“I saw the prince once!” Lia, another maid into all the gossip, chimed in eagerly, “He is unbelievably handsome.”

“Oh, shove it. You only saw the back of his head once.” Yuna rolled her eyes, “I saw him once a few weeks ago. He is, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men I’ve ever set my eyes on!”

“What about you, Y/N, have you seen the prince?” Ryujin turned the attention onto you.

“No, I’ve only heard about him from Lady Joy. She has no interest in him.”

“Well, I think he actually plans on attending this event alongside the Queen, so hopefully we should get a glimpse of him soon!”

“Why aren’t they searching for his soulmate? I heard that a soulmate match makes for more successful breeding.” You asked.

“That was the purpose of these parties all month! They’ve been bringing in all the ladies and the princesses of neighboring countries to each try their hand at being his soulmate but no one suitable has been found,” Ryujin explained, “If he doesn’t find his soulmate tonight then the Queen will choose one of the offers submitted by various other royal or noble families.”

“This is all so dull,” you sighed, “Who cares about soulmates and politics. All we can do is watch! At this rate I’ll die an old maid.”

“If you find your soulmate I’m sure your lady will let you marry!”

“Only if he’s someone of my rank.” You rolled your eyes, “It looks like Lady Joy is enjoying herself so I think I might go for a walk, care to join me?”

“Goodness, no. I would get in trouble if I ever left my lady’s sight!”

“Well, tell her I had to find the servant’s quarters if she asks about me.”

You didn’t know why Joy wanted you along so badly if she was only going to get caught up in the other ladies she was friends with. You figured a turn around the gardens wouldn’t be such a bad thing, especially since no one was paying any attention to you. Also, this might be the only chance you ever got to see the royal garden.

Quietly, you slipped away from the other maids and turned to venture deeper in the gardens. The party was relatively localized so there were acres of untouched flora to explore. Maybe, if you were lucky, there would be a pond or a fountain to sit by and watch. Something about water always fascinated you.

The sun warmed your skin as you walked through the hedges and trees. The cobblestone paths crunched delicately beneath your shoes. Flowers and shrubs lined the path, allowing for a delicate floral scent to fill the air. You sighed happily when a light breeze helped the aroma into your nose.

By all means, this was the perfect day for a tea party. The only thing missing was the tea. The more you thought about it the more a cup of tea sounded wonderful, but you would have to wait for a cup until you got back to the house and put Joy to bed.

As you walked you occasionally passed by other maids or servants of the palace but they paid you no mind. Your finer uniform gave the impression that you belonged within the palace walls, but you knew you did not. Your family was intimately entwined with the Park family. From birth you were predestined to be Joy’s lady's maid. You feared that you would never do anything else.

When you were a little girl you used to dream of entering the palace. As a child, it was as a woman of nobility who got to wear all of the pretty dresses that Lady Joy got to wear and dance at all the balls. However, as you got older you figured that the more realistic track would be for you to enter the kitchen and work as a servant. There was little to no chance of changing rank and now that you were a proper soulmate-seeking adult, you had to accept your reality. Nothing would ever change for you.

Then the gardens began to change.

The standard hedges turned into lofty lattice structures. The wood was painted white and the structures created square arches over the path. Lattice fences lined the walkway as well. Vines snaked up the structures and overhead, creating lovely shadows that helped to soothe the sweat pearling at the back of your neck. The white gravel turned to cobblestones under your feet.

Soon, however, flowers began to appear on the vines. As you ventured deeper into the garden, roses of every color began to decorate the lattice and the arches. There were several stripes of color. Several feet of white roses, then orange, then red, then purple. The soft aroma of the roses wafted into your nose and you sighed happily. The occasional iron bench lined the path and you had half a mind to sit down and take a rest for a while.

“Goddamn it!” A voice carried from a crevice in the hedges and you jumped. The exclamation was soon followed by a loud thump and a groan of pain.

On instinct, you gasped and went to find the source of the noise. The second groan of pain helped you navigate the maze of lattice fences with roses on them. The path curved into a generous arch before an opening into the center of the garden appeared. You dipped through a circular hedge gate until you emerged into probably the most beautiful place you’d ever seen in your life.

In the center of a generous opening was a stone gazebo with lattice fences lining it. Those, of course, had large rose bushes wound throughout making the gazebo feel like a proper enclosed building. A delicate trickling stone fountain of a woman pouring water into a basin sat in front. A plethora of garden trimming tools like shears and a basket of weeds sat at the stone woman’s feet. Along the back wall were more fences lined with roses so you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised to see the man on the ground near them.

The man wore a pair of brown trousers and a white flowy top that hung off his shoulders and showed off his milky collarbones. He wore a pair of black boots that went up just below his knees. You couldn’t see his full face but you knew only from his profile that he would be beautiful. He groaned and wiped his hands on his pants before standing back up. He sighed and fixed his cuffs before turning and seeing you at the entrance to the small garden. Instantly, his face morphed into one of horror and he backed away from you slowly.

“Leave immediately!” The man commanded in a sweet and melodic voice that was a strong contrast to his barked orders, “And tell no one what you saw!”

“I… I’m sorry!” You dipped down into a low curtsey, even though you couldn’t tell who he was. Judging from the dirt on his pants and the trimming shears on the ground by your feet, you had something of an idea.

“Didn’t I tell you to go?” He asked again after you hesitated to move.

“I do apologize but… I appear to have lost my way and-”

“You lost your way? Isn’t it required of the help to know their way around this oppressive castle?” The man rolled his handsome cat-like eyes and he tossed a hand through his rich brown locks.

“I… Well, I am just visiting.” Your throat closed as you spoke. He glared at you, making you feel small under his intense gaze.

“Ah, you’re just visiting then? For the party? Well, that makes you forgiven for your presence here. You shouldn’t be away from your post.” The man scoffed, making you doubt that he was serious about his words.

“Sir, I’m truly sorry. I got lost. If you could tell me the way out then I will-”

“I will tell you.” The man sighed in defeat, “but only if you tell no one where you were or what you saw.”

“Sir, no one would believe me anyway. If you wish to escape then it’s none of my business.”

“You are just a ladies maid, I suppose. Fine, if you go back through the arch and turn left then-” the man paused.

He finally looked up at you and straight into your eyes. You were shocked by how strangely warm his eyes were, despite the neverending glare. The sunlight was hitting them just right and making his eyes a swirling exhibit of chestnut and gold. The crease between his eyebrows softened after a moment before his entire face relaxed and he sighed.

“Sir?”

“Look, I’m…” he winced before he forced out the next words, “I’m sorry. I am under a lot of stress right now and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

“What kind of stress?” You blurted out your question before you could stop yourself. You knew you had to get back to your duties but something about this man kept your feet glued to the ground.

“Have you ever had a huge obligation? Like, something that has been planned practically since your birth that you can’t get out of?” He paused to gauge your reaction. You shook your head. “I suppose not. Anyway, it’s like there’s all this theater to pretend like my life is up to me but I know that it’s not. I will be the subject of command my entire life and I can’t take it anymore. I need to get out of here before it’s too late.”

“And you’re trying to climb the rose bushes?”

“Not successfully, I might add. Those bristles are sharp. But it’s the only place in the garden that has any sort of structure that can get me out.”

“Do you need some assistance, sir?” You took a bold step deeper into the garden and towards the beautiful man.

“Assistance?” he chuckled, “You mean you would help me try to get over this fence?”

“Well, if you truly don’t want the life that’s been planned for you, why go through with it? I believe that everyone should have a chance to live the life they want. Granted, that’s not completely realistic in this society…”

“It’s not?” The man blinked at you in surprise, as if he was genuinely learning of hierarchy for the first time.

“Well, no. Everybody has their master. There’s no room for dreaming. So, I think that if you have the opportunity to escape and follow your dream then you should. What is your dream, if not this?” You gestured vaguely to the flowers.

“I want to live a simple life. I want to be in control of myself and who I love. I don’t want anyone to decide for me who I’m supposed to be with. I don’t want anyone looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“Then go! I’m certainly not stopping you. It looks like there’s a place to grip the fence up there, if you want me to give you a lift?” You moved a little closer, tearing your eyes off of the beautiful stranger and up at the lattice fence.

“You? Want to give me a lift? Are you sure you wouldn’t be crushed under my weight?”

“I am a ladies maid, sir, I would sooner be crushed under the laundry I must do after the ball this evening.”

The man smiled at you. The first warm gesture since you’d met. For a moment, the smile almost seemed… endearing.

You couldn’t deny that being under his gaze made you weak in the knees. Whoever this escapist gardener was, he was handsome. You enjoyed the sound of his voice as it wafted through the air. It sounded sweeter than the scent of the bold blooms surrounding you. Sunbeams that were cast through the flowers landed on his golden skin, making him practically glow. Your time together was fleeting… and you wanted more of him.

“Come,” he gestured with his hand for you to move closer. You appreciated the contrast from only a few moments ago.

You followed his command and floated closer to him. Your feet practically moved on their own, as if you were being drawn to him like a magnet.

“You’re so obedient when you want to be.” He complimented. He turned towards the wall and put his hands on his hips. He scanned it until he found the patch of white wood that wasn’t covered in the thorny flowers or their leaves. “I think that will work, like you said. Why don’t you come stand right here and-”

He turned and suddenly put his hands on your shoulders. You gasped at the contact but let him move you into position by the wall. As he dropped his hands from your shoulders, the tips of his fingers grazed against the back of your hand. The man stopped speaking at the skin-on-skin contact, but he also didn’t stop touching you. His fingers lingered there for a few seconds before he pulled away entirely.

“I’m sorry, do forgive me. I know that was careless but-” He began but he was cut short by a gasp.

You both gasped at the same time when the tell-tale arousal ripped up your spine. It was practically instantaneous how you went from completely normal to, in a matter of seconds, dripping and empty. You watched as his trousers grew tighter as an erection swelled under the fabric. Both of you stared at each other for a few horrible seconds. Of all places to meet your soulmate, why here? Why now?

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth and you almost audibly groaned. His pretty pink lips were parted slightly and they looked shiny with spit. All you wanted to do was taste him. From the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, you could only assume he wanted the same.

“You?” He breathed out.

“I could go,” you offered, though you could barely recognize the sound of your own voice. He stared at you for a few long seconds.

“Don’t you dare.”

Then his mouth was on yours. No ceremony, no build-up, just pure urgency. His hands circled your waist as he waited for you to respond to his kiss. Your eyes were open for a second as you contemplated the new situation, but before you knew it your eyes closed and you kissed him back. He wasted no time in twisting his head and deepening the kiss. Your inexperience didn’t seem to bother him as he worked his mouth with yours.

He kissed you as if his life was on the line, as if this was the last time you would ever see each other. For a moment, you wondered if that was true.

The thought left your mind the moment his tongue swiped at your lower lip, requesting entrance. You wasted no time in parting your lips and pushing your tongue against his. You wondered if he really did taste like honey or if that was the soulmate hormone talking. Your hands curled into his hair and he moaned at the contact. Gratefully, you swallowed every noise that came from him.

“I need to have you now,” he mumbled against your lips, “Please, let me have you.”

“I’m yours for the taking.”

He wasted no time at all.

In an instant, he was pushing you into a corner of the rose garden that was just out of sight of the entrance. There wasn’t a bench or anything to sit on and he didn’t have anything to cushion the ground, but it didn’t really matter to either of you. The emptiness between your legs was probably going to kill you if you didn’t have him immediately, so you pulled him to the ground and straddled his lithe hips.

He gasped in surprise when his back hit the ground, but he grinned at your enthusiasm. The kiss broken, you worked together to get your skirts out of the way and he tugged at your undergarments. He glared at them like they were offensive to him personally. He shot you a quick smirk before the sound of tearing fabric met your ears.

“Hey! I kind of need those.” You protested.

“I want to see what’s mine.”

He lifted his head off the ground to gaze at your dripping sex. You wonder if he could tell how wet you were just by a little kissing. He moved one of his hands towards your center, shooting you a quick glance as if to ask permission. The moment you nodded, the tips of his fingers grazed your outer sex and you gasped at the touch. The mere touch alone tasted sweet.

His fingers explored further, slipping beneath your lips to prod at your drenched hole. He sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed his index finger into the first knuckle.

“Damn, angel, you’re so wet. This is all for me, hm?” He pulled his fingers away and you groaned at the lack of contact. Your eyes widened when he slipped his pointer finger into his mouth and lapped at your essence. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at your taste before he looked up at you with eyes clouded with lust. “Angel, I wish we had time for you to sit on my face so I can drink you up but right now I think I’ll die if I’m not inside you soon.”

Honestly, you shared the sentiment. You reached for the laces on his britches and tugged at them. He leaned back and watched you wrestle with his pants for a few minutes. However, it didn’t take him long to get needy himself and soon his fingers were joining yours.

Together, you freed the laces and pushed his pants down just enough for his cock to pop out and slap onto his lower belly. You were thankful that his shirt had ridden up a little in your efforts. His dick, while being the only real one you’d ever seen, looked perfect. It was thick and long and the head was a gorgeous shape of pink that matched his kiss swollen lips. Since turning twenty one and being told about some of what to do, you had an idea of what was about to happen.

“Have you ever seen one before?” He grasped his cock with one hand and stroked it a few times. His other hand gripped your waist and maneuvered you into place above him.

“No, I’ve only heard about them, sir.” You gasped when something hot and wet glided through your lower lips.

“They really don’t teach you girls anything, do they?” He tsked and pressed the head against your dripping hole. With how wet you were, it could have slipped right in with no resistance. “I’m going to put it inside you now. There might very well be some discomfort, but you’re so wet I think you’ll drown my cock, so I think you’ll be fine.”

“Please, put it in.” You practically begged, lowering your hips and accepting him into you.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when the head breached your entrance and began pushing inside you. Your swollen walls stretched to accommodate him readily. Like he said, there was a little discomfort from the initial stretch but there was no pain. He moved the hand that was on his dick to your waist and used both hands to help you descend onto him. You squeezed your eyes shut and let it happen.

When your hips were flush with one another, your thighs were shaking with effort. You dropped your hands to his chest and held on for stability. You kept your weight off him as much as you could, aside from how your pussy was finally wrapped around his delicious cock.

“Are you alright?” His soft voice made your eyes snap open to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and his grip on you tightened. “You need not hold yourself up.”

“I am quite heavy, sir. I don't want to crush you.”

“Nonsense.” He growled, pushing down on your hips hard enough for your legs to give out. Your full weight descended onto his hips, shoving his cock deeper into you and causing you both to let out groans of satisfaction. The pressure of him being fully sheathed inside you made you want to cry. It was as if he’d split you open.

Instantly, he lifted a hand to press it over your mouth. Effortlessly, he pushed his hips up, held you in the circle of his arms and rolled you so you were on your back. He shifted his hips a little bit just to be sure he wouldn’t slip out of you while he changed your position. Once he was over you, dick still lodged within your warm and wet walls, he leaned down to whisper against your ear.

“We don’t want to get caught, do we? Stay quiet while I ruin you, yeah?”

He kept his hand across your mouth as he ground his hips into you. You groaned against his skin as the friction sent sparks of pleasure up your spine. All of the discomfort of being filled melted away until all you could feel was absolute pleasure. His cock massaged your insides perfectly with every single thrust. He was so deep you could practically feel him in the back of your throat.

You gazed up at him through your eyelashes, watching his face as he fucked you. Every time he pushed in, his face contorted into a beautiful picture of pleasure. Droplets of sweat trickled down his face, giving his skin a glowing sheen. He gazed right back down at you, locking your eyes together with every grind of his hips. From this angle, his shirt dipped down and you could see the expanse of his collarbones and chest. You wished you had a better angle without all these pesky clothes in the way so you could see his cock as it entered you.

You mumbled against his sweaty hand, tasting the addicting salt of him.

“Can you stay quiet if I take my hand away, my angel?” He moaned lowly as a particularly deep thrust made you clench around him. You nodded rapidly and he slowly pulled his hand away. “What is it?”

“Faster,” you begged. You slightly pulled your knees up and your skirts away to give him more room. “Please, sir, want to feel you.”

“Do you think you can handle it, precious angel?” He threw two quick, hard thrusts into your heat and you bit back a pitiful moan. You nodded quickly at his question.

“Please, I want more.” You parted your knees a little more and it was his turn to moan. He buried his head in your neck so that he could not be heard outside of your bubble.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He groaned and he began to pick up the pace. Each thrust made an audible noise as your skin collided. The burn between your legs grew and you reveled in the feeling.

“S-so good,” you reached for him to tangle your fingers in his hair, desperate for something to hold onto, “Don’t stop, sir.”

“Never, Angel. Never. You feel so fucking good. So wet and tight for me. Just wanna be inside you all the time, never wanna pull out. You’re mine, yeah? All mine, just mine.”

His hands were everywhere. He grabbed at your neck, your chest, reached below your skirts to grab your thighs before circling up towards a distinct target. You weren’t sure what he was doing until his fingertips were collecting your slick and circling up your slit. You didn’t think it could get much better until he circled a spot that had you biting his shoulder to keep from moaning loudly. He grinned and kept his efforts focused on that spot.

The pleasure began to mount. Something pulled taut in your stomach and your legs began to shake. A string in your belly tensed. Your pussy ached from his constant rough thrusting but it sent sparks of pleasure all the way down to your toes.

“Sir, please… please it feels-” You weren’t sure what you were begging for but your soulmate seemed to double his efforts. He thrust harder and pressed a little more on the swollen bundle of nerves at your center.

“It’s okay, angel. Just lay back and feel. Don’t think of anything else. Cum for me,” He peppered kisses on your sweaty neck and collarbones.

You focused on the pleasure building within you. The peak approached you quicker than you would have liked, but before you knew it something wondrous washed over you. Your thighs clenched around him and a choked moan caught in your throat. You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, desperate for something to hold onto as a powerful orgasm washed over you.

Your soulmate kept pushing his thick cock into you, but he slowed down to help you ride out your orgasm without overwhelming you. Something sticky slipped out of you and he was sure that you’d left a gorgeous white ring of cum at the base of his cock.

His angel had given him a halo.

He moved his hand away from your clit and anchored his elbows by your head. He landed several soft kisses on your cheeks and lips but you were too far gone to respond. Your ears were ringing and all you could think about was the avalanche of pleasure between your legs. Waves of your orgasm made your thighs quiver a little. You stared at the leaves above you and the golden streaks of light that stole in from the gaps. The world slowly formed around you. When you met his eyes, he smiled warmly.

“There you are.” He whispered.

“That was… amazing.” You sighed, but it turned into a gasp as your soulmate rocked his hips into yours a few times.

“Angel, I still need to cum, too. We can stop if you want but I need to-”

“Yes! Please, keep going.” You begged suddenly. Your walls ached from the exertion but you also craved the feeling of him inside you even more.

“Yeah?” He groaned lowly as he pushed into you again. He moaned into your neck as his pace began to increase more and more. “Good. Fuck, angel, I can’t wait to cum inside you. Please can I cum inside you?”

“Yes, please!” You begged.

You knew what could happen if he came in you and you didn’t really want that right now, but the desire and the need to feel his release inside of you overpowered every other thing in the world. You probably wouldn’t have cared if the prince walked in on you at this point.

Your soulmate’s thrusts began to pick up speed. The overstimulation in your pussy stung but you gritted your teeth through it. His moans got higher in pitch and he panted wetly against your neck.

“I’m getting close, angel.” He grunted above you.

His thick cock speared into you over and over again. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and you just knew that he would have a lot of cum to give you.

Your assumption was proven right only moments later. He groaned loudly, shoved himself as deep into you as he could go, and his milky release coated your insides. The pressure and the warmth against your cervix made your skin tingle at the base of your spine and you figured you could probably cum again. You reached down between your legs and gasped to find your center slick and messy. You rubbed your fingertips around until you hit your clit.

It only took a few short rubs before your cunt clamped onto him. He moaned at the feeling.

He thrusted shallowly into you a few times to ride out his high and every push resulted in another generous spurt of cum inside you. It was as if your orgasm triggered his to last longer.

Finally, he slumped against you. He did his best to keep his full weight off you but at this angle it couldn’t be helped. You didn’t mind. Despite the warmth of the day and the fact that your skin was sweat slicked, you needed him close.

Together, you laid on the ground in each other’s arms for a few seconds. The afterglow began to set in. You craved his body close. It must have only been seconds because a loud voice boomed through the garden, startling you both back into the real world.

“Where is he! He is going to be late to his own party! I don’t care what he wants! He’ll be an embarrassment to the royal family if he doesn’t make an appearance! Search the grounds, go! Now!” A stern voice barked.

“Oh, shit.” Your soulmate muttered.

In an instant, he slid out of you, stood up and worked on redoing the laces on his pants. His nimble fingers got the job done in almost no time. It left you to quickly gather yourself. Your undergarments were ripped but you could tie the scraps a little to keep yourself somewhat decent. You fixed your skirts and started to get up, but your soulmate spoke again.

“Let me.” His soft voice sounded sweet, like the roses.

He offered you his hand and he helped you rise to your feet and brush off the leaves and petals from your skirt. When you met his eyes, you were shocked by the grief swimming in them.

“Are you okay?” You reached out to cup his cheek in your hand but he flinched away from your touch.

“I’m sorry, I must go.” He turned on his heel and started out of the garden.

“Wait… what?” You gasped out and followed him a few steps.

“I must go. I’m sorry, I wish I could stay but… I’ve waited too long and duty calls.”

“But… wait, shouldn’t we talk about this?” You followed him to the archway that led into the garden. He stopped abruptly, his back to you for a few seconds. His breath heaved. When he turned to face you, his eyebrows were hardset.

“No. I’m sorry, this shouldn’t have happened. You can’t be my soulmate. They would never allow it. Let’s try to forget this ever happened, okay? It’s for the best.” His hard voice sent a shock down your spine.

You stared at him in surprise. He didn’t give you the time to retort before he was stalking away and disappearing into the green. You hurried after him but quickly found that you had no idea where you were going. The turns and the bushes all looked identical.

Tears welled in your eyes. The more you searched for him, the more lost you became. You ran blindly through the garden, your dress swirling at your ankles. The sun beat down on you and a bead of sweat dripped down your temple. Was it sweat on your face, or tears? Was it sweat dripping down your legs, or cum?

You ran until you bumped into a palace maid. Both of you cried out in surprise and fell back. You were unable to stop yourself from crying. The other maid scolded you for making her drop her washing, but she stopped after a moment when she noticed your hysterical state.

“Are you alright?” She asked tentatively.

“I don’t know… I… my soulmate… the party! I’m lost! What if… my mistress… she needs me.” You wailed, dropping your head into your hands.

“Are you a ladies maid for one of the ladies at the party?”

“Yes. I only stepped away for a moment but I got lost!”

“It’s okay! It’ll be okay, I promise.” The maid soothingly rubbed your arm. “Let’s get you back to the party, okay? You’re not far.”

The maid led you through the garden. You followed blindly, not really paying any attention to where you were going. The garden didn’t hold as much beauty as it did a few minutes ago. You kept your eyes peeled for the gardener. Your soulmate.

Like she said, it wasn’t long before soft music filled the air. A harp, by the light, airy sound of it. Then the murmur the guests followed. Before anyone could come into sight, the maid turned around and stopped you.

“You look a mess, my dear. Let’s clean you up first. You don’t want your lady to see you in this state, do we?” The palace maid gently wiped away your tears and smoothed your hair. She pulled a few leaves out of the tangled strands.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You sniffled. The maid smiled sadly.

“My soulmate is above my standing, too, love.”

“What? No, it’s the gardener… he just ran off and-”

“There.” The maid smoothed your hair one last time. “Go on! You don’t want to keep your lady waiting.”

Before you could think to ask what she meant, the maid hurried back into the garden, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Only moments ago, you were with the person you were meant to be with but now you were alone. Your body ached and your eyes burned from crying. You needed a drink.

Instead, you held your head high and ventured back into the garden where the party was in full swing. So to speak. A few women danced in a clearing next to the pavilion where the musicians played. Mostly, people milled about, sipped on drinks, and snacked on hors d'Oeuvres. The girls wore various lightly colored pastel dresses that glittered and shimmered in the sunlight. If you were sweating in your dress, you were certain that the girls in attendance would be feeling faint. Luckily, there were several open-air tents pitched around the garden where the girls who weren’t partaking in the festivities could rest.

It came to no surprise to you that Joy had set up underneath one of the tents. You made your way over to her and she waved at you the second she saw you weaving through the crowd. You hurried to her side and you curtsied deeply in apology.

“Miss, I apologize for slipping away without saying anything first, I-”

“You what?” Joy blinked at you in surprise. “You know what, it’s okay. It’s no matter. I called you over because the prince is about to make his entrance! I wanted you to get a good look at him. There’s a tiny chance he’ll be my soulmate, afterall.”

“It might be nice to live at the palace.” You cleared your throat, hoping that she wouldn’t catch on to the fact that tears still brimmed in your eyes.

“It is quite pretty, isn’t it? I’m not sure if I could stomach all of the royal duties. Waving at crowds, kissing babies, the politics within the court. How exhausting! Maybe if he’s handsome then this wouldn’t be so bad.” Joy sighed, “Y/N, how I wish you were a lady. I would rather sit with you, gossip, and share this food with you. Maybe I should have dressed you up in one of my gowns and pretended you were my cousin from out of town.”

“I’m afraid I’d be useless at one of these parties.”

“Nonsense! Didn’t I teach you to dance when we were teenagers? You know all the steps.” Something clicked in Joy’s head and she jumped. “A-ha! Y/N! I had Crystal pack an extra gown and corset in case I spilled tea on this one. After the party, let’s dress you in that! You can attend the ball with me! Not as a maid, but as a friend.”

“Miss! I don’t think that would be proper. I am only a maid and-”

“No one will recognize you! Once you put on a gown, no one will be the wiser. What do you say?”

“I’m not sure if that’s wise-”

“ALL RISE.” A voice boomed over the party.

The music and the murmur of the crowd lulled and faded out. A butler stood up a few stairs on a path towards the palace. He stood tall and held a cone in his hand in order to amplify his voice. Those who were seated scrambled to their feet, Joy included.

“I am here to announce the entrance of the Royal Prince Lee Minho! All bow!” The butler screamed into the cone. A few birds squawked and flew out of their nest that was in a tree along the back wall of the garden.

The musicians played a fanfare. You joined in bowing with all of the guests and maids at the party. The music swelled and you peeked up to see if you could catch a glimpse of the prince.

His footsteps echoed on the stone path. His pants were blindingly white but it was offset by a blood red officer's coat, adorned with a sash and multiple medals of honor. A golden circlet crown sat atop his head. His stoic face- wait.

That face.

That gait.

His cat-like eyes surveyed the crowd, taking in his subjects. Prince Minho’s shoulders were set and broad. There was no happiness in his face and, in fact, his eyes looked a little puffy as if he’d just woken up or if… he’d been crying.

His face was one you knew well. You’d know him anywhere. It would be impossible to forget the man whose cum was currently dripping down your legs.

Your stomach lurched and you could have sworn that you were going to throw up.

“Lady Joy?” You whispered.

“Hm?”

“I’ll take you up on it. I want to go to the ball.”

You looked back up at the Prince to find him staring right back at you. He showed no surprise on his face, only melancholy.

Horror settled inside you when the realization washed over your senses. Everything and nothing made sense all at once.

Prince Minho was your soulmate.

Part Two ->

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horrorshow · 30 days

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Can you talk about why you think blocking and moving on is a bad thing? I thought it was a way to curate your space and avoid drama

idk maybe i'm too idealistic but fandom is a much more friendlier, welcoming, supportive, creative, engaging, active, diverse and interesting space when it's treated like a community where people are encouraged to participate and talk about their interests and where there's space for niche or more unpopular opinions without these people having to worry about being blocked and feel unwelcome by the majority of the fandom they are in. i can't stand how blocking everyone you disagree with has become the first thing to do.

you say its 'to curate your experience'. but blocking people does not only curate YOUR experience. you're also forcefully curating other users' experiences. and not for the better.

people say 'i will block you for literally anything' and then those same people wonder why engagement is down, why no one sends asks, why no one reblogs, why rarely anyone talks in the tags anymore and why this place feels so dead and boring and quiet. i wonder why!!!!

people treat real people as annoying ads they can dispose of at their whim. but that's not how a fandom or a site like tumblr works. (besides, if you really care about people curating their own experience you wouldn't block people. you can filter and blacklist and never see them again while still granting them the same freedom instead of actively making their experience worse.)

you say its to avoid drama. but seeing a post you dont agree with is not 'drama'. and blocking is not solving anything except for you personally. fandom was more fun when we remembered that every user is a real person you share a space with, and probably some mutuals as well, so you find a way to live with each other. starting with a restraining order seems a bit excessive and is not contributing to anything. it's not that hard to be respectful and tolerate others and acknowledge people have different opinions and interests and still co-exist in peace. its not that hard to be nice to people and try to find common ground with them and interact with the stuff you DO like. you do this in every aspect of your real life, so why not online?

i hear you say: 'but that requires WORK and i don't NEED to do any of that bc i can just block them'.

yeah, you can try to create your own bubble and only hang out with like minded people but you wont EVER fully achieve that (no matter how much you block, social media WILL keep feeding you posts you disagree with bc it makes them money). social media WILL pressure you into an 'us vs. them' mentality where you constantly feel like everything online is a threat or an argument you have to win and where being mean and unnuanced gives you the most notes and where you don't even see, let alone be able to treat, other users as people anymore bc you don't interact with them anymore other than to block or fight them. that's not how i want it to be online. it's not fun to me. and maybe i'm a pessimist but i think it will eventually be the death of online fandom and sites like tumblr. look at the state of twitter right now. DOES blocking give you a better experience in the long run? i doubt that it does. overall, i think it makes people even less tolerable and more vulnerable to hate and fear mongering, and social media an even more hostile place.

it's everything i hate about social media and everything i want to fight against and WILL fight against. i won't pretend my meager contribution will change anything, but i LIKE to just scroll past posts i don't vibe with and not see every argument online as a personal offense. it keeps me curious. most posts aren't that bad when you know the person behind it. i mean, you do you, i'm not gonna say what you should or shouldn't do bc that's up to you, but i recommend it: free yourself of the block button and bring back supportive user communities based on a shared love for the same thing and focus on what you have in common with people, just like you would do in real life. save the block button for the rotten apples who DO keep trying to pick fights and exclude others.

(which is, now that i think about it, probably the main difference: most people see the block button as a neutral way to prevent worse. but. that's only the case on an individual level. and treating everything online as an individual choice to which there are no further consequences, especially if they happen on a larger scale, is already a loss.)

#i've seen so many posts lately that were like 'we need drama soon bc its too boring' and ?????? are we all just too far gone already??#we used to have graphic challenges and creative events during hiatus where everyone was welcome to participate why would you want drama #have we already forgotten how to entertain ourselves without having to point and laugh at someone #why do we keep treating others in bad faith just to feel better about ourselves #like. the people you have the most interests in common with arent even automatically the people you best get along with #i could go on but im embarrassingly cringe about this already so yes sorry i DO care about online spaces. a lot actually.

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a-spes · 6 months

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I litteraly can't stop thinking about this post from @whumped-by-glitter ~ Like, can we (please) take a minute to think about how perfect it's for Wandanat or BlackHill x young!R where they take her out of the Red Room?? | Warnings & Tags : messy blurb? (imagine? idk, just wanting to share my thoughts, and couldn't stop writing), mainly BlackHill, mentions of the Red Room/past abuses, no idea if that makes sense. Imagine, teen or young adult R that fails a mission, and is captured by SHIELD/The Avengers. R isn't really cooperative, even if she is not under mind control anymore, she firmly believes that. However, Nat just can't accept the idea of leaving her rotting in a cell for the rest of her life for something that isn't really her fault. Despite what R can say, Natasha wants to believe that it's not true, and that she will be able to show her that life is way more than the Red Room.

But it's not that easy. Nat more than anyone else knows that you don't come back from the Red Room that easily, and she can only assumes that it would be worst for someone that went under mind control. And she was right. At first, she tried to introduce you to how life outside is, how sweet it could be, but she quickly noticed that it didn't work. Whenever she asks you a question about what you would like, she gets no answer. If she doesn't tell you to eat or to go somewhere, you don't do it. The amount of time you didn't followed her or talked because she didn't especially told you to do so is insane, especially in the beginning. So she decides to do what she thinks it's best, even if she hates it: giving you order, being stern with you, offering you a place you know, where you feel safe (no matter how sick it's) because you can predict it, a space where you'll be fine as long as you do as your ask. The world is a big and scary place in which to evolve in, especially when you don't have the keys to understand it - what you do something you're not supposed to, and you're punished for that? R will eventually come here, but it'll definitely takes a lot of time.

But obvsiouly Nat' is hating herself for that. She knows she has to do it, for you, but it doesn't make it easier. She does it because she believes it will help you to feel better, and because if you're under her orders, they have less reasons to be worried that you would attend something under Dreykov's name (or try to go back to him). She feels guilty, and old thoughts about her not being better than the man that made them are coming back. But Maria/Wands are here to help their wife <3

AND SO, here is how I see things if it's WandaNat we're talking about - I picture Wands as the soft mom she is shown as in Wandavision, and she would definitely not appreciate Nat's methods. She trusts her wife, she knows that she has her reasons, and it must be the best way to help you, but she still doesn't like it. She hates the way you always look down, the way you would do everything her wife is asking without thinking twice about it, and most of it, she hates when you're calling Nat' "ma'am" or something else of that kind. She hates even more than her wife isn't saying anything. She didn't know you for long, but she already loves you as her own, and it pains her when you reject her. Sometimes, she and Nat would argue about the whole situation (and those arguments would definitely go too far).

BUT imagine if it's BlackHill?? Even better in my opinion, and definitely can't stop thinking about it ~ Because, unlike Wanda, Maria is directly concerned. She read your file, she saw footages of you killing dozens of people, she tracked you, lost men in the process, and she saw how you didn't seem to regret anything when she questioned you. So Maria has every reasons to be worried, especially for her wife's security (physically and mentally). What if it's just a part of a biggest plan to attempt to kill the redhead? Or worst, to take her back there? I can easily Maria being upset, and taking it out on the other recruit she is training (poor them), not daring to do much more than glaring at you, knowing her wife wouldn't appreciate. And even if she doesn't appreciate R, she trusts and love her wife, so she lets her do her thing. But she is always somewhere looking at you with a stern face, waiting for the moment you would make a mistake to step-in. But you never really make a mistake, always following Nat's orders at the perfection, which is kinda frustrating because then she has no reason to get rid of you. Except if one day R's misunderstood one of Nat's orders, which lead to a heavy situation <3 It's honestly the only situation I imagine leading to an argument between Maria & Nat. Like, maybe you hurt someone or stole something or idk, thinking you did good, and they would be proud, but when you come in the room they're just looking at you with that shocked face. But you did what you had to, no? That's exactly what you were asked to do, so why are they angry? AND IMAGINE THE ANGST FROM NOW. R's confusion, Nat' desesperatly trying to find a solution, trying to convince Maria that it was just a mistake (that was her fault because she is the one that wasn't careful with her words) but she doesn't change her mind. Pulling the "what if it happens again?" and "I am your superior, you don't get to discuss my order" cards, knowing that it would pain Nat', but she has to do it in order to keep her safe. Bonus point if Nat turns to Fury, trying to convince him as she knows her wife won't change her mind, but he doesn't say much, just agreeing with her agent, mumbling a simple "sorry" Nat doesn't want to hear. Obviously, it would eventually

AND (because there is more), I also can't stop thinking about that comment from @light-me-on-pyre ;

Like, I can easily imagine R hating Nat'. It would make so much sense because she grew up in a place where Nat' was pictured as the enemy, the one that betrayed "the ones that gave everything to her". But it wouldn't be the exact reason why R is hating Nat'. I mean, right, she hates her because she left, but mainly because of the consequences it had for the ones that came after - the worsened conditions, the mind control, etc - and how she succeed what's supposed to be impossible: leaving the Red Room. Not only physically, but mentally. Imagine R seeing Nat' on the news when she is on a mission or seeing her interacting with Maria/the Avengers, witnessing Nat' being happy. It's something she was told she doesn't deserve/will never have from a young age, so why would Nat' have the right to be happy when so many didn't? It was so much easier to hate on Nat' than on Dreykov all these years because she wasn't here, and no one would blame her to do so. But now? It's easier to continue hating Nat', for R to convince herself that the redhead is bad despite the appearances because it's easier than admitting that her whole life is a lie (kinda). And the fact that Nat' has to take the "bad guy" role in order to help R only makes things easier because, in the end, she is not different from the others, right? And so, as Nat' can't provide R the comfort she needs, it's all on Maria (at least for the beginning) who doesn't have a choice. But we all know that despite her cold demeanour, she is all soft, she is just scared for the ones she loves <3 Which includes Nat', because she saw how her wife is affected by your arrival. First, she has nightmares again because, with you, inevitably came back old memories and traumas. Then, Maria can see how her wife is so invested in your case that she barely sleep/eat/ (which is one of the reasons why she doesn't really appreciate R ...). But also, what would happen if they can't save you?

Bonus point if things get better but something happen, and everything get worse again, throwing away all these months of progress. But what if they don't have the patience to start all over again?

It's definitely (one of) my favorite trope because the amount of angst/comfort it holds is insane, and I am going crazy about it (you can tell by the lenght of that post that was supposed to be a few lines ...). Do I want to write something like that when I already have too many WIPs? Yes. Will I do it? I don't know, but I'll definitely be thinking about it 24/24 & 7/7.

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 4 months

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TWST Cast Food Order Series - Coffee Shop

Idk it seems like fun and I want to do their subway orders eventually so if you have a req drop it. Also, gonna update my tags Eventually, but this will be the first post that refers to Jack T., Che'nya, Najma, Neige, Falena, Rollo as 'twst side characters'

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Riddle Typically, Riddle has a lot of rigidity regarding food and drink, and what he will or won't allow himself to have. However, as he starts to work through it all he eventually gets to the point where he feels comfortable ordering a small London Fog (Earl Grey Latte basically, with vanilla syrup) and a cake pop if he's feeling indulgent, though usually he just asks Trey for them. Even farther into the future, he'll indulge in getting himself a small white hot chocolate with 2 pumps of strawberry syrup because then it's basically drinking chocolate-covered strawberries....it just takes him a while to get there. (He always spells his name out when the barista asks, he learned after getting Ridelle on his cup)

Trey Whenever he makes candied violets, he also has violet syrup. He tends to carry a small vial on him when he goes out because if he's going to pay for tea, he's going to make sure it turns out perfectly. He typically gets a medium iced lemon herbal tea and he adds his syrup to it for just the right touch of sweetness. (Always gives a name like. Batman or some shit, especially when his siblings are around)

Cater Coffee connoisseur. You might think he's a basic bitch, but to me a basic bitch still means he's getting some sort of sweetener in his drinks and he is Not. Cater cannot STAND drinking a lot of drinks that go viral because they're so damn sweet. That all being said. Yeah, he's getting a large iced latte with skim milk. He won't have normal milk because of the fat content, but the other milk alternatives tend to have a sweetness to them naturally. He could get an iced black coffee or cappuccino, but he likes the ratio of a latte better. Iced black coffee is reserved for exam week LMAO it keeps him awake in more ways than one. Those spicy drinks that circulated at Starbucks? He definitely tried one. Didn't finish it. (Has had his name spelled as Carter. So. Many. Times.)

Deuce He likely won't have gone to a coffeeshop until he's at NRC so he's a little overwhelmed by the menu and what to order. I think he would go for a small frozen hot chocolate because it's familiar enough that he thinks it sounds good, but it's still something new and he doesn't know how to make it himself yet. Once he starts going more regularly though, I think he would really like REALLY sweet frappes. Like large cookie frappuccinos whether it be chocolate crumble or sugar cookie it does not matter lskjdfhlksdjf (has had his name spelled as Doose)

Ace Having a regular latte does not satisfy his sweet tooth, though he'll have one here and there. Ace likes trying lots of different drinks, but the one he always comes back to is a large iced white mocha, no whipped cream. (In relation to my MC, the no whipped cream thing was a change he made because he knows she likes eating the ice and he drinks slower than she does, so by the time she finishes the ice in her drink, he gets to pretend like he didn't time finishing his drink just in time to let her have the ice 'like a fucking weirdo, but okay' but the whipped cream always leaves a weird fatty residue on the ice that she hate). Ace is also a sucker for peppermint hot chocolate when it's in season. (Straight up had his name written as 'ass' on the cup which is the ONLY reason he doesn't tease Deuce about his spelling)

Savannaclaw (just assume pup/cubcups are implied LMAO)

Leona Ugh this pretentious bitch /lh. Flat white is too boring, lattes are the basic bitch drink, this has too much 'coffee flavour', this needs more milk YEAH I'M SURE IT DOES KITTY. Anyways, when he's alone, he gets himself a small cup of just steamed milk, with like a half pump of (sweet) vanilla syrup. When he's around other people he gets a Cafe Cubano, which is an espresso shot prepared with brown sugar. It's a small enough portion that's sweet enough he can get over not having milk in it, but he's not Jazzed about it LMAO he just doesn't want to get the milk in front of other people my poor baby man. He sometimes gets a Cortado, but he can never remember what to call it. (Refuses to give a name, just goes by the name of the order, or he's just called by his title)

Ruggie My man works so hard. He and coffee are best friends. He and Silver bond over coffee sometimes. It's beautiful slkdjfhlksdjfsdf In the mornings, he tends to make himself a large double-double coffee, which for non-Canadians means 2 milk, 2 sugar in drip coffee. In the afternoon, around 2pm, he makes himself a small iced dulce de leche latte. When he goes to coffeeshops, he goes because he wants something he can't make/imitate at home as easily....which would be a vanilla coconut cashew smoothie. (Vanilla ice cream, coconut milk, cashew butter and protein powder). He would have a fresh fruit smoothie, but he can't enjoy fresh fruit without feeling like he should share it with his siblings because it's a hot commodity, it's a luxury for them. Frozen fruit is cheaper and easy to make into smoothies, so he makes them a lot at home. Of course, if he's at a coffeeshop, he's going to get a donut too. (Has never paid attention to the spelling of his name, doesn't care)

Jack He cannot handle caffeine my poor baby, he would be so jittery and anxious. He is a fresh fruit smoothie guy, and also he cannot stand matcha (Vil made him try it at one point). He likes blueberry-acai banana smoothie with greens, yogurt, and protein powder. Otherwise, Jack will just get a small chamomile tea with honey as sweetener. (His name is always right and his tail wags when the barista throws on a happy face next to his name.)

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Azul Azul tends to drink Milky Oolong tea, because of the health benefits. Does he like the flavour. Debateable, I don't know I haven't had this drink I can't tell you if I think he does or not. Probably. I read somewhere it kinda tastes nutty or like Danish cookies. When he goes to an actual shop though, he tends to get an Americano. (Assule, Asul, Azhoole, he tends to spell his name out for people now too)

Jade Not a coffee or sweets guy. We know that he's fascinated by the varie-tea (badum tss and I immediately get hit in the head with a chancla) that tea has to offer. I think Jade has had caffeine once and like. You know how humans. kind of have exposure to caffeine as kids even in small amounts, like in chocolate, or in stuff like certain sodas. Mers don't get that. They don't get that exposure at all. Jade on caffeine was a terrifying experience for any and everyone involved and he is not allowed to have more, nor will he allow himself to have any because dear great seven he swears he saw God and he doesn't even know who that is. That being said, Jade likes Jasmine herbal tea, while he prefers it piping hot and just a touch sweet, he isn't opposed to having it iced. His favourite blend is good either way, as it has rose hips, hibiscus and orange peel. He also enjoys Chaga mushroom tea. (His name is generally spelled correctly)

Floyd Like I said. Mers don't get that exposure to caffeine that other species in TWST do get. However Floyd, to me, has ADHD. And what does my ADHD do to me sometimes when I drink caffeine? I pass the fuck out, orrrr I'm finally able to focus because caffeine is a stimulant and makes everything better!! (This is why I would down an extra large iced vanilla latte right before exams LMAO) Floyd doesn't care so much about the flavour than he does it's effects, so he generally just asks what drink has the most caffeine and gets that, usually a large nitro cold brew, and he tells the barista to surprise him with a flavour just NOT salted caramel flavour. (He gives a random name every time)

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Kalim ADHD 2.0 but addiction is just a general worry for his family, so Jamil makes sure he only makes herbal teas, and smoothies. That being said, left unattended Kalim would order whatever tea a barista recommends. Otherwise, he gets a mango lassi. He also often enjoys any flavour of lemonade, carbonated or otherwise.

Jamil Aw man. This guy. Needs so much caffeine, and as much as he enjoys tea, Kalim only serves herbal tea, but Jamil doesn't mind too much how sweet he makes it. When he's in the mood for it, Jamil will make his own chai blend. However, when he wants caffeine, he'll consume it in a way that would make Rollo think he's a demon. He will order a nitro cold brew, and a 2 bags of green tea on the side. He will then microwave the cold brew to make it hot and steep the green tea in it. Using Starbucks as a baseline, a large nitro cold brew has 345 mg of caffeine. One bag of green tea has anywhere between 30-50 mg of caffeine. A 'safe' amount of caffeine to consume in a day is considered 400 mg.

Pomefiore

Vil We already know that Vil's favourite food is homemade smoothies- So when he goes out of his way to go to a coffeeshop, he's not going to pay for a smoothie, unless it's right after a run with Jack. Vil's order fluctuates with the weather and time of day. If he's getting something in the early morning (5:30am-7am) and it's cool outside, he's getting a flat white with soy milk. If it's warm out, he'll get an iced Macchiato with soy milk and cinnamon. If it's mid-late morning (8am-11am) and it's cool out he gets a medium americano, though if he's feeling indulgent he gets a honey vanilla tea latte with skim milk. If it's warm out, he gets a medium vanilla oat milk cold brew or a strawberry acai lemonade if he's again, feeling indulgent. He won't consider drinking anything until about 2pm, which, if he needs something caffeinated he goes for an iced matcha latte with oat milk regardless of the weather. In the evening, (4pm-6pm) he avoids caffeine and will either drink a small decaf iced lavender latte with oat milk or decaf green tea. Once in a while, Vil will try ordering something new. If he ends up liking it, that time of day is associated with that drink, so that would be the time of day he orders it again. the Vil in my head is telling me just how hard he has to mask when a coffeeshop doesn't have the thing he wants to order and how some of these orders. he doesnt even like. but he knows that they won't be out of the ingredients because it's Just the coffee and a milk alternative. So They Can't say they Can't Make it so he doesn't have to worry about needing to mask.his day is ruined if it's a day he wants to be indulgent and they dont have the ingredients but he has to try and hide like he is crying on the inside and he feels stupid about it because its just a drink I cant tell if it's OCD or Autism but there's a little something funky going on/lh

Rook He is well aware of the effects caffeine has on him. They aren't bad per ce, but he doesn't particularly appreciate the gastrointestinal consequences. He also doesn't really find the appeal in super sweet drinks. Most of the time, Rook just wants iced lemon water, though on nights he struggles to wind down enough to go to bed, he'll brew himself or order rooibos tea with a splash of milk. The smell is the most comforting thing about it, he remembers his sister used to make it for him.

Epel He says he's not a snob, yes he is, if you don't have apple cider, you suck, if you do have apple cider but it's a 'bad brand' you still suck, just a little less. That being said, a lot of coffee shops don't have apple flavoured drinks, and he likes making apple cider at home anyways. When Epel is out and about, he likes to order a large iced decaf maple latte. He always whispers the decaf part like it's a bad thing he can't actually have caffeine or else he turns into the squirrel from Hoodwinked. (Get's called Apple a lot, also Elle once or twice)

Ignihyde

Idia Do you seriously think this guy goes to a coffeeshop? No, it's 3am, he's on UberEats/CarriageBites, he's put in an order for a bunch of energy drinks and some of those iced coffee bottles, he throws an energy drink and probably a salted caramel cold brew in one of those SUS slushy cups, makes it slushy and downs it in less than two minutes. Get on his level. Noob. I say this as someone who drinks a near liter of an iced vanilla 'americano' in less than two minutes.

Ortho Is worried about his brother. He also loves the smell of cinnamon coffee cake.

Diasomnia

Malleus He's so lost in a coffee shop. He will spend a moment to read over the menu, realizes he needs to research the different kinds of coffee drinks before he feels comfortable ordering one, only for him to decide on having a coffee frappe. The caffeine has no effect on him so he drinks it purely for the taste.

Lilia Who do you think taught Idia to be a fucking caffeine gremlin. This motherfucker isn't even affected by the caffeine he just likes the taste of his abominable combinations and accidentally got Idia hooked. The only step Lilia doesn't do is the slush, he prefers his energy drink-coffee combo to be room temperature. Freak \lh

Silver He has Lilia as his father. Jamil and Ruggie as his peers. And Cater Diamond as a fellow coffee fanatic. This boy tries so hard to use caffeine to keep him awake, his coffee order scares the barista. (This was based an actual order I got from some guys FRIENDS because this poor dude was studying for engineering finals week, we were told not to worry about the price because they were willing to pay, and we had to give them like. Four warnings about the caffeine content. It ended up being 12 shots of espresso over ice in a 24 oz cup) He wants the biggest cup they can give him. He wants it filled with just straight espresso shots. Let me just iterate - one ounce of liquid espresso typically has about 63mg of caffeine. 12 espresso shots, using 63 mg caffeine as a baseline is 756 mg of caffeine. I don't know where that college student is now but god bless. I hope his friends took away the coffee at some point.

Sebek He doesn't like black coffee, I do think he likes particular types of coffee. Like the coffee that doesn't taste like coffee. However, his go-to order is still just a piping hot cup of hot chocolate. Also pleeeease give him the steamed milk art/latte art, he loves it more than he'll admit.

Others

Jack T. Jack has a running joke on Ace where he only drinks black coffee in front of him, each time claiming some sort of delicious or exotic flavour just for Ace to fall for it every time when he offers it and it's just black coffee...but every once in a while, it's magically cloaked Vietnamese iced coffee, but Jack won't tell Ace the name just to piss him off because Ace really likes it but he can't place what's different about it from normal coffee with sugar and milk.

Che'nya As chaotic as our favourite purple cat is, I think Che'nya is partial to a rich, thick French vanilla. I think he likes the smell more than he likes drinking it, but yeah, it's just a yummmmmmmmy drink. He gives his full name out and just. :3 at the barista.

Falena He has a latte macchiato, much like Leona, he likes his coffee to be milk heavy lmao

Najma She doesn't usually drink anything for caffeine, when she does though, it's usually her brother's chai LMAO, but she'll make it an iced chai latte. Unfortunately, I HC her as iron deficient so this isn't always. The Best Choice. When she wants a coffee flavour, she gets it in the form of ice cream or in a mocha.

Neige Doesn't drink caffeine because it's an addictive substance. Yes Vil has mocked him in his bedroom at some hour in the morning hate listening to an interview with him in it. Fucking. Golden Child. (lh) When Neige goes to a coffeeshop he usually just goes to pick up a pastry and tip the barista. He sometimes has chamomile tea before bed but with enough sugar to rot your teeth.

Rollo Every once in a while he treats himself to a decaf con panna and madeleines on the side.

----------------------------------------------------- Rapid Fire OC Orders Vizzie - Iced white mocha, no whipped cream, or iced vanilla americano/latte

Aspen - matcha latte with lavender foam and honey

Oisin - Bicerin with cinnamon on top

Cory - Romano (weirdo) /lh ----------------------------------------------------- Taglist: *DM or send an ask if you'd like to be added @fluffle-writes

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sugarlywhispers · 1 year

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (fem) x Midoriya Izuku.

A/N: hello there! just a few notes; dont feel afraid of the yandere tag/warning, it's not going to be that bad, i simply put it just to be safe because of the villains😉 i dont have this completely written, i'll go with the flow like i always do✌🏼, so if someone has feedback or ideas, you're more than welcome to talk to me!🤍 also, idk how long this gonna be, but it'll have several chapters. so get your snacks, and enjoy the ride~😉

WARNINGS: TRIO RELATIONSHIP, adult sexual content, angst and fluff, penetrative sex, oral sex, unprotected sex (USE GLOBOS, GUYS, preferably, pink ones lol😉), yandere themes –toxic/possessive behavior, mention of blood and violence, swearing lots of it thanks to bakugou lol

Summary: After several disasters that happened around the country, the government had no other choice but to enact a new law that would mostly shock every single person, including heroes.

"Please, please…Order in the room! I know," he says to someone that it's asking something but it's mostly impossible to actually understand for viewers like you who are not–were not present at the conference. "But, please, believe me when I say we have exhausted every possibility there is for this. This law was our very last resource."

By the tired tone in this man's voice and expression, you believe him. And you hate that you do, because that means you have no other choice. No one does.

Chapter One: The Law.

It doesn't matter how many times you rewind the whole conference from the start on your TV, the words are the same. The words mean the same.

"Thank you everyone for being here today," the same old man you have already watched–this was the third time–says, also greeting other people around he could recognize in the big crowd of journalists, governors, some famous people like idols, show directors, heroes, yada yada. The old man takes a deep breath, barely able to hide it in front of all the mics put there for him, "Due to recent misfortunes happening in our country, we can no longer postpone what we once thought could happen thanks to the society we live in today. The population has gone down in numbers, mortality rates spiking down lower than what we could ever hoped for. This law, that I'm about to present now to you, is the only way several professionals and analysts, in addition to Quirks used for this matter, could find to prevent the population from reaching the bottom–which can be translated as, from entirely disappearing."

No sugarcoat. That is something you do appreciate from this mess. You have always preferred the blunt, harsh reality of things than some kind words that were mostly used to not tell the truth.

"As from today onwards, a new law is going to take effect in our society, if not the entirety of the world. For now, we are the first country to approve this law, and we encourage others to. This law stipulates that one male, whether they are civilian or professional hero on duty, must marry and procreate with a female at least two new lives for the sake of humankind." The room explodes in protests, questions being yelled at the governor representative, and even talking between each other. "Please, please…Order in the room! I know," he says to someone that it's asking something but it's mostly impossible to actually understand for viewers like you who are not–were not present at the conference. "But, please, believe me when I say we have exhausted every possibility there is for this. This law was our very last resource."

By the tired tone in this man's voice and expression, you believe him. And you hate that you do, because that means you have no other choice. No one does.

The governor starts to speak again as the room settles a bit, "Each citizen will have to get through several medical tests that will help our specially prepared team to match them to perfection for this purpose. This stance will be called The Pairing. After this is carried through, each Pairing will have from two weeks to a month to finally sign a contract that validates the union between each part and compromises them for the purpose they had been Paired for."

There's chaos again in the room, and it doesn't settle until a woman stands from her seat and asks, "You said our population is currently going through a critical disbalance, right?" The governor nods admitting and signaling with his hand for her to proceed with her question. "Whether that means there are more females or males, how do you and your team plan to resolve the odd number that will complicate the Pairing of couples?"

Oh, good question!, you think again, enjoying way too much how she referred to that 'team' the governor kept talking about with so much sarcasm.

"The law establishes an exception to the Pairing of two. If one female is compatible with more than one male, or vice versa, there will be a more exhausting analysis to determine if she will be Paired with both of them."

"If that's the case, then how many children must they procreate?"

"The law does not change, there has to be two children for each couple."

Everything is chaos again and you sigh as you turn your TV off, same time that your phone vibrates over the little coffee table in front of your couch, where you sit with your legs pulled towards your chest. You pick it, the name Tora shining on the screen.

You don't get to properly set it over your ear that you hear her scream, "A FUCKING MARRIAGE LAW!" Her ear riping shout makes you wince, "Do you fucking know what this means, Y/N!?" Her excitement is not reciprocated.

"Goodbye my beloved freedom?" You answer groomly.

You hear her exasperated tsk, "No, silly! This means we could get paired with actual Pro Heroes!"

Oh, yes, Tora's obsession with Pro Heroes. An explosive blond one that is mean to everyone, a green haired one that is considered the Symbol of Peace of this generation, a red head one that looks more like a villain –in your opinion– and a white and red haired one that is colder than ice. And many more. How could you forget that?

You roll your eyes. The only reason you know about those is because of her, Kira and all the stories the kids in your class like to tell you about their favorite heroes.

"I think all of this is ridiculous. They are using us, women, just to procreate."

"Men too, girl. Don't forget that without the fish, there's no egg…" Tora adds, and even though the saying does not go like that, you understand what she means, so you don't even try to correct her, you simply agree. However, the fact that in this current population are more males than females, speaks volumes about the kind of governors that ruled society.

"I know it's both, it's just…"

"You're angry, angry, I know you…" She says, and it warms your heart a bit.

Tora has been your best friend since the first day you walked through the college campus and collided with her. Yes, collided, because she was using her roller skates to get to her room through the crowded place the first time you met. She hadn’t seen you opening the door to the room, trying to avoid precisely not crashing into anyone, but failed with you. You didn’t even have time to react properly before you felt the coalition and both of you fell inside your room, the pair of boxes filled with each other's belongings that each was holding flew and scattered everything around. ‘What a manga scene’, you had thought back then, laughing alongside Tora for such a mess. You have been best friends since then.

Then, alongside came Kira. While Tora is all sunshine and rainbows and a torrent of energy, Kira is the complete opposite. She is chill, wears dark and elegant clothes and looks at everyone like they are underneath her feet. You admired her confidence in every possible situation.

You, well… You are somewhere in the middle between those two girls. Not too bright but definitely not too dark. However, you were confident in your own skin, so that is what matters.

"And there's all the medical tests we have to do," you went back to the conversation. "What if a woman is sterile, or a man? Would they be absolved from all of this?"

"From what I understood, yes." Tora replies, clearly munching something she is eating.

"I hope I'm sterile!" You hear the comment from somewhere behind Tora. You snort, recognizing Kira's voice.

"Shut up, you dark and pessimistic soul," Tora protests, and you couldn't smile wider. "Oooon another note… have you searched for what permissions we need to take the kids to the museum?"

"Oh, yes! They were kind enough to send me the papers for it." You smile, now excited with this news.

"Fuck. Have I ever told you two how much I admire the patience you both have to work with kids?" You hear movement with Kira's sudden comment from the other line, now closer to the phone. You could imagine both of them lying on their stomachs in Tora's bed.

You smile fondly at Kira's words. Tora and you are school teachers. You teach kids from four to five years old, while Tora decided to teach bigger kids, between nine and ten years old. Again, Kira is the opposite of you two. She is the one with a Stylist major and a very successful career in the fashion industry and all the juicy back stage details.

"No, but a bit of love won't hurt," you say feeling in high spirits even though the news of a big and detrimental change in society had just been announced.

"You kinky Miss Y/L/N, I love you," Kira says in a very seductive low tone of voice as you gasp and Tora erupts in a fit of laughter. She was clearly referring to you as your position of teacher, and that is something no joke should come from. You work with kids, for God's sake!

"Don't you ever say that again!" You protest, trying not to laugh thanks to Tora's contagious one.

"You love me, still." Kira's tone of matter of fact makes you shake your head smiling. These women were your salvation.

“I have an amazing idea!" Suddenly Tora yells in excitement, and you already see it coming, "Let’s say goodbye to Y/N's so beloved freedom and welcome the new hot and lickable male heroes and future husbands in a very 'Trick Trio' way!” You roll your eyes.

No. Never ask about Tora's way of calling your three person friendship. EVER.

You fake a tired sigh but then smile, “Pizza and anime?”

“Pizza and anime, baby!” Kira yells back, and you can hear their high-five through the phone.

See? How could you not be friends with them? They are definitely what you consider the sisters you never had.

"What if I get paired with Chargebolt… Or! What if it's Red Riot!" Tora's steps are little jumps as she walks in the middle looking like a kid who is about to be taken to their favorite toy shop. Her excitement is completely shared with Kira's, but the last one has more self consciousness and just chooses to smile as she walks as elegantly as always.

You sigh. It's not that you're completely against this atrocious law. It's more the part in which you don't have any say or choose in it. What if you end up with someone mean? Or a secret villain? Or what if it's someone who is horrible with kids?!

You were not going to repeat your mom's history. Or so you hoped.

"You know what would be cool? Marrying Red Riot's abbs. Oh, what would I give to sit on that hot and sexy table."

You frown. How…? Why…? You shake your head. You are better not asking.

Being friends with those two taught you way more things than you expected. One of them was that there were times when you didn't need to know or to understand everything they talked about. This was one.

"You know what's hotter? Dynamight's biceps." Tora contributes as their destination appears at the distance. "My hottest scenario includes Dynamight coming back from work, all sweaty and buffy and making me lick his biceps. Oh, I would gladly die for them."

The imagery makes you gag.

"That's disgusting, Tora," Kira says, surprising you and Tora herself. Kira is always up for nasty and dirty scenarios with the Pro Heroes they like. It's a bit weird that she is not on board with whatever Tora's vivid imagination comes up with. But suddenly, she smiles and looks sideways to her two friends, "I love it."

You roll your eyes for the nth time as Tora beams in the next thing Kira says, "My hottest scenario includes Deku smashing my ass to Detroit." She smiles proudly as Tora groans.

The imagery again makes you wince.

"I swear… those big, powerful hands, ugh."

You do not engage in this type of conversations. Not because you don't find some of this generation of Pro Heroes attractive, they are; and the way that they risk their own lives for the country is very admirable. It's just that you don't follow each thing they do, nor actually know much of them. Of course, you hear the stories of how they defeated some big villains –or even helped a nanny cross the street– through your two obsessed friends and the kids at school that idolized them. But even then, when the news on the TV turns into Heroes feats, you simply change the channel or even turn it off. You have better things to do, honestly.

Your friends keep going on their fake scenarios talk as you three approach the door to the big and ostentatious hospital where the tests for The Pairing are carried out. They are simple blood and Quirk tests, nothing too complicated. From what the old man in the conference said, it was mostly to analyze the physical aspects of each individual to pair them with the best possible counterpart that would have the chance to fertilize the egg on one hundred percent of success. Yes, those are the exact words he used. And the very small, tiny letters in between the lines said: to create humans with the best Quirks ever known.

Of course, no one would ever admit that.

You hmm to something Tora asks your agreement for, not really paying attention to what is the conversation about now.

You don't have a very useful Quirk; not that the thought of becoming a Hero has ever crossed your mind. In fact, being raised by a man like your grandps actually opened your eyes and never even the intention to know more about Heroes in general crossed your mind. So, you really doubt you would ever get paired with some Pro Hero. You're mostly sure that they will be very selective in that aspect. A useless Quirk like yours, which gave you the ability to create illusions, more specifically in paper –you had only once tried it on thin air, and you almost die; so nothing else but paper, thank you very much–, will get nowhere near a Quirk like the oh, all mighty and greatest Pro Hero Deku, for example.

As you look side eye to your friends, and knowing the type of Quirks they have –and their eternal fantasy over Pro Heroes–, you realize you don't have it in you to pop their delusional and warm looking bubble. They are happy in their bubble, and you love seeing them happy.

But the fact remains. They would never pair them with Pro Heroes.

Kira's Quirk consisted in her having the ability to manipulate small things with her fingers from a distance. It had helped her a lot in her career, especially when the time to apply makeup to her clients or even herself came. The distance wasn't much, a couple of feets away, but she said she had never been able to move anything bigger than an eye brush or a pencil. Nevertheless from a very far away distance. She is okay with it though, she is still a hot badass successful woman. You are so proud of her. In Tora's case, she could make letters on the school board or actually any surface grow bigger, but she had never tried it anywhere else. She always says that she's better not having a cool, massive Quirk, or she would be insufferably annoying to everyone. Something you do believe with all your might.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you hear Tora's warning of "Y/N!" late. You collide with a strong wall, your nose hurting thanks to it. You actually have to rub it to alleviate the pain, already feeling the redness there. But when you open your eyes you realize that the wall turned out not to be a wall, but a man. A huge man. He is the biggest man you have ever stood close to. Tall, almost three heads over yours, arms that looked like big rocks thanks to the thickness. His face is handsome, strong jaw and fine lines that accentuated the elegance in any spot you looked at in his face.

But all that handsomeness is slightly uglied by the deep scowl in his eyebrows.

"Watch where you're going, grub."

His bark almost goes unnoticed by the thickness in his voice that makes you tingle in places it shouldn't. But as he walks past you, you realize what he said… Did he just…?

"Did you just call me a grub?"

He doesn't reply to you, but he does look slightly back at you and you see the corner of his mouth lift a slight centimeter in a smirk.

"Oh, fuck you, asshole!"

You yell as he simply walks out of the building through the door, not troubled at all by your insult.

What a stupid jerk.

"I'm on your side, I'll forever, always be on your side," Tora appears suddenly next to you, her hand grabbing yours as you watch the jerk walk away, "but that was a fine, delectable man that you just insulted very out loud in the middle of a Hospital reception."

"He started it." You defend yourself before turning around and walking towards the counter, trying to ignore all the stares in your direction.

You hear both of your friends sigh in delight as they keep staring at the guy.

"Traitors." You shake your head, receiving the form you had to complete from the receptionist. You wanted to get out of that Hospital as soon as possible.

Two hours later, you were sitting in front of an old lady who looked at you like you had just been the shit she accidentally stepped on outside, and it was your fault. By the white doctor's gown she wears, and the little medal of the government attached to the right pocket of the gown, it isn't difficult to comprehend that she is the medical scientist in charge of the whole Pairing part of the law.

"Your test results are good. All functioning well and wealthy. You are fertile." Her robot tone makes you angry, and you want to protest so hard about all this protocol bullshit–about the whole fucking law! But for some reason, you can't take your eyes from the big, heary looking mole that stands on her face, right next to her nose on the left side.

You can even hear Kira in your head, "That is an uuuuuugly mole. I mean, the woman is ugly, but that mole makes it worse. Like a witch. A witches face indeed. Would her Quirk be a witch?" And you can hear Tora laughing at Kira's words. And you feel bad about thinking about all of this as the woman speaks.

"It won't take long to find a perfect match for your eggs." You visibly wince at her words.

"The fact that you people call it egg, only makes me feel like a chicken being prepared to–..."

"A chicken would be able to find itself a partner faster than you. Your age and still no children? You're clearly the problem, not your body."

You're sitting perplexed in your seat. The hot, very fucking hot sensation of letting yourself explode in anger travelling up your body. Who the fuck does she think she is?

Now you definitely don't feel bad about your thoughts.

She sighs, tiredly and annoying at your mere presence, "You shall receive a letter in the span of three to five days with the results. There will also be the date in which you'll have to meet your husband with the representative governor who will make you sign the contract."

She closes your chart and puts it away, then she looks boringly at you, expecting you to go.

The venom is right at your tongue, and you can't go without saying anything to this… horrible woman.

"I'm twenty five years old, and I haven't had kids because I made the choice not to. You're almost sixty, what's your excuse?"

Hell, you don't know if she has or not kids of her own, but by the expression on her face, eyes and mouth opening wide in indignance, says you have just spot on the right thing to say.

You smile, big and fakingly charming, as you stand and leave the doctor's office without giving her a chance to say anything else.

Once you're outside, you swear loudly. You just dug your own grave. Fuck.

Two days later, a letter was left in your mailbox. It had the signature of the Government so it wasn't difficult to comprehend that it was about this freaking law. You don't open it though until you're inside your apartment. You leave it at the table, while throwing your bag and tote bag with the Tupperware of the day inside, over the couch. You need to firstly freshen up before you get into your house duties.

You turn on the TV, news channel currently going, and walk towards your room to get changed. Thanks to the small apartment you own, you don't need to have the TV very loud to be able to hear it from your room. You leave alone, you don't need much or a bigger space.

"It happened again! Heroes Deku and Dynamight saved the day once more! A group of synchronized villains attack the Central Bank of Tokyo, witnesses say–..."

You huff, not really paying attention anymore. It's not that you aren't interested in what happened, you'll know either way tomorrow when Tora goes on about it, all day.

Once you're more comfortable, you walk back to the living room/kitchen, grab your tote bag so you put all the Tupperware to wash, still news of heroes on the TV that you really don't pay attention to. When that's done, tote bag folded back in its drawer and everything cleaned up, you turn and see the letter. You sigh, grab it and walk to the couch to sit.

"On other news, the Law is already taking effect in our country. Today, after five days of the official announcement, the first three couples have signed the Contracts after being Paired. All of the males are Heroes."

"Do you think it is a coincidence?" Comments the other journalist of the show.

"I don't think it is. It's clear that Heroes have the pressure to make this work alongside the government," answers another, to whom you snort in agreement.

"I agree. I don't know if it's by duty or support, but in the end, they are like us, don't you think?"

They kept talking about it as you opened the envelope in your hands and read its content.

'Ms Y/L/N, the government it's pleased to announce that your results have been Paired. We happily wait for you on the following date to meet your Paired to officially place a date for your Contracts.'

You feel like vomiting.

Shit, it's happening faster than you thought.

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osarina · 1 month

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idk if this has been asked before but what's the relationship between pm!reader and akutagawa?

omg .. civzai au is much different from pmreader regular au, but i'll talk about pmreader au, if u want to hear about civzai come back and i shall lore dump you there too

but i would say at first pmreader & akutagawa are not necessarily friendly w one another. in the birthday fic, u can see she's really unimpressed with him. she hates the way he's uncontrollable & constantly acts out trying to get dazai's attention. akutagawa doesn't exactly have any positive feelings for her, but he does respect her if only because dazai respects her. sometimes dazai will have him tag along to protect her on negotiations but she does NOT like that because she considers him a loose cannon, but dazai doesn't care bc he knows that if he tells akutagawa to protect her, that kid will do everything he can to make sure she's safe no matter the cost. - i actually headcanon that one of the last orders dazai gave akutagawa before his defection was about protecting her, and he's made sure to fulfill it even after dazai was gone.

post-defection, when she's back in yokohama for good, their relationship is a bit more amicable. he trusts her judgment a lot now (and this is through his own observation of her, not just stemmed from dazai) and will listen to her to some extent. she's still disapproving of the way he tends to go off-plan according to his own whims, but as long as he gets good results, she'll overlook it.

but yes, a lot of their relationship is built on dazai's respect for reader and akutagawa's idolization of dazai. they're not close by any means but at least by the point of canon, there's mutual respect

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venuscrashed · 7 months

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Hi there!

Can I maybe get some Hc of the demon brothers with a male Alastor (from Hazbin hotel) like reader (maybe reader is a demon, but not from the devildom, but from actual hell?) Kinda want to keep this short, so here= Reader always has his staff/mic thing with him- no matter where he is. Reader basically always wears old-fashioned suits, has Alastor's sharpish teeth, and is basically always smiling (like Alastor does). How would the demon brothers react to first meeting reader? What would they think of reader at first? How would they act towards reader at first/and after they became friends (or dating, either is fine c:)? Sorry if this is long. I hope ur having a nice day/noon/night :]

low key never watched the show so sorry about that

word count: 1k (total)

warnings: death mentioned in Belphies part, it sucks, literally pulled this out from the back of my closet, gn reader, tags are to reach a wider audience btw

Lucifer: He actually didn’t know what you looked like considering you stuck to the radio. It worried him but nonetheless he was intrigued by your style. The old fashion suits and the staff reminded him of how humans were before he fell. He was also captivated because he could fell the pride in you, your ego was never shown but he could sense the way you felt superior around others. After you become friends he mainly sticks to his office but does hang out with you from time to time. Whether it’s buying you more suits, because you guys basically have the same style, or are off doing stuff for others. Once you guys date he is so smug and your guys superiority complex combined tires out everyone. Even Diavolo is leaving the room when you two are together.

Mammon: Was absolutely disappointed when he heard he had to babysit you but when he saw you… Thought you were made of money when he first saw you. The old, EXPENSIVE, suit and the staff…there were dollar signs in his eyes. He would be sucking up to you all for that credit card. That smile did creep him out though…He’d get so greedy from just your attention. Is absolutely smitten once you two become friends. Plus, he uses that as an excuse to steal your mic and basically scream in it for hours. Once you start dating, oh god is he flustered. Like “yeah that's my rich, expensive human. Yeah they smile weirdly but it makes me weak in the knees” Is always begging for some money, if you can buy those suits you can spare a couple hundred thousand grimm right?

Levi: Was absolutely disappointed when he had to be there. He was playing games the whole time but once he saw you he was shocked. You lowkey reminded him of this rich dude that wanted to be a detective in this anime but more creepy like, you know? Would absolutely avoid you though, you’re creepy alright. That smile just sends shivers down his spine. Once you become friends he would absolutely be jealous about the size of the crowd you bring in. Why are you so charming? Would also absolutely use your mic for his gaming sessions if his broke and didn’t come within the 15 minutes he ordered it. Once you start dating he would convince you to cosplay with him. He finds some duo or couple that has similar fashion to you and he would just buy(steal) the outfit from you.

Satan: Why was he here again? Oh right he was forced to, much to his dismay. Out of all of the exchange students there(since he most likely never met Simeon, right? idk) you were the most interesting. You remind him of the one of the detectives in his books with that outfit. He tried to impress you when you two first met, can’t have you looking down on him now. I also feel like he would actually like your big smile. Once you two are friends he steals your mic to go and prank Lucifer. 9/10 times he also stole a piece from your wardrobe. When you guys are dating people also steer clear of you two. Since you’re always attached at the hip, nobody stays near you. Scary dog energy from the both of you. He’s the “run if he starts smiling" type and you're the “run if they stop smiling” type.

Asmo: Really just wanted to see the new human exchange students. Was drawn towards you. The style, the staff, the smile, everything. Would absolutely try to charm you and when he fails it actually hurts him. Even before you guys are friends he would steal your clothes. For the “aesthetic” you know? Once you guys are friends he tries and gets your dental routine, he’s lowkey jealous about how white there are and pointy. He’s always hanging off of you and swearing you’ll protect him. When your in his room he’ll steal the mic and start “serenading” you with whatever song. When you guys date he is so in love. Never shutting up about you and Always bragging about you to his two brothers. “And they are so good looking” “We know asmo” “Their smile is amazing” “We know Asmo” “And their eyes…” “We live with them to Asmo”

Beel: What should he have for lunch today? Was staring at you the whole time they were explaining where you were and why. No thoughts behind those eyes type of look. Likes your style, also reminds him of how humans used to be which also reminds him of his sister. If he ever got crumbs on your suit he would feel so bad. “I’ll get it dry cleaned” “Beel it’s fine” “No” He would stop eating around you just to keep the suit clean. Once your friends though he does start eating but is careful. He will always hold it against himself. I’m convinced he tried to eat the mic at one point when he was tired and delirious. When you two start dating he focuses on your teeth more. He has sharp teeth too, but yours are better. Smiles when you smile and gets all giddy when he sees.

Belphie: Was in the attic being delulu again, what else is there to do? When he saw you through the door he was like “you gotta be kidding me” He likes the style, looks too much like Lucifers, although you wear it better. When he kills you he feels bad, obviously. “Can I buy you a new suit” “It’s fine Belphie” “Let me buy you a new suit” “I said it’s fine” “I’m buying you a new suit” Once you two are friends he steals your mic. Gets someone to scream to annoy Lucifer. Pulls so many pranks with it that he gets banned from it. Sees that smile in his nightmares, considering that was the last thing he saw before you died. It’s unfortunate that that's your permanent face too. When you two are dating he feels a bit better about it. Would wear your clothes but they are not sleep worthy, even though he can sleep in anything. Somehow the pranks get ten times worse when you two are dating, it’s a mystery what this man does.

#x male y/n #x reader #x ftm reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x female y/n #x female reader #x male reader #obey me x mc #obey me x male reader #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #venuscrashed

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aithusarosekiller · 1 month

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HGIHIHIII U SEEM NICE AND ALSO COOL SO HIII :D

DO U HAVE ANY JEGULILY HCS?? I SAW U LIKED THEM IN ANOTHRR POST!!

HI HI HI HI I AM LITERALLY SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY I KEPT HAVING IDEAS THEN GETTING DISTRACTED AND AAAAAAAAA I AM HERE NOW!!!

Yes I absolutely doooooo, they are my babies and I will gladly share everything I think about them don't you even worry!

ALSO before anyone wastes time whining that jily is tagged here, there are literally jily hcs in the post and I always tag correctly so if it bothers you so much, go to settings and filter out the jegulily tag and then it's gone x

OKAY

- I love the idea that Regulus used family heirlooms in order to make promise rings for both of them because his ancestors would absolutely hate it and sometimes he feels like he has to prove that part of his past wrong and keep pushing back to remind himself that who he was brainwashed to be is NOT who he is. It it actually Lily who suggests reusing heirlooms to give them a new meaning as an idea and he decides to do it and use them as a way to promise to spend his life with them. He's a romantic, what can I say! (in fact, in the longfic I'm planning, Lily having the black signet ring is a recurring feature with quite a lot of weight!) despite Regulus being the one with the promise rings, it is Lily who proposes (it is ALWAYS Lily no matter who I ship her with) and then because they're all for equality in their relationship it's James who announces the wedding and asks Lily's parents and Sirius/Narcissa for permission to marry them. I just love married jegulily idk

- Regulily watch the most disturbing shows together in the middle of the night to the point where James has to go to bed early to miss them or he can't sleep. Eventually they convince him to stay downstairs and just listen to music in his earphones while laying across their laps but he refuses to watch the screen. During the day he's the biggest, toughest guy imaginable. Nothing can phase him at all. But after midnight? ABSOLUTELY NOT. He almost turns into a completely different person. It is not helped by the folk tales Fleamont told him as a kid to mess with him, not realising just how much they would stick with him in years to come.

- James cooks dinner, Lily makes dessert, Regulus cleans. You just know Lily makes the best apple pie with the lattice top and everything 🙏 James can do pretty much anything well, and Regulus is decent at both but doesn't really enjoy it so he does all the washing up because he likes the way it gives him time to stare into the water and think

- not much to this one but I love them being T4T4T SOOOOO much! They're the transest trio ever. They just are sorry, I know because I am trans so I'm allowed to spread it around wherever I want 🤷‍♂️

- Lily gets really warm and stressed under too much physical contact. If they're all cuddled together she'll be on the outside with Reg's face in her neck and one of James' hands on her waist but most of the time she'll only pick one of them to cuddle up to so she doesn't get overwhelmed. Regulus is always in the middle, he's touch starved to the point where refusing to hug him is like kicking a puppy

- In an au where their all raise Harry together, he's the biggest mummy's boy. There is NO way Lily isn't his favourite parent. It's always 'where's mum?' 'If mummy was here-' 'I miss mummy' she pretends to feel bad for them both but secretly loves it

- James falls asleep ANYWHERE. It's not rare at all to find him curled up on the floor while sorting laundry or snoozing in the passenger seat on a short drive. He's also a very deep sleeper, so they'll just give him a little kiss on the head, take a photo for the growing collection there saving for his 50th birthday, and cover him with a blanket.

- James and Lily go to concerts together. It's one of their favourite types of date. James and Regulus go to the cinema (Lily got them into films and they have never looked back some) and Regulus and Lily adore going to the theatre. They all like going to museums together.

- for their first anniversary, Peter got them a little orange tree that everyone expected Lily to care for the most bc she'd always been really good in jerbologj so they're all surprised when it becomes Regulus' little baby with only the best fertiliser and plant food that he forces James to get whenever he passes through Diagon.

- Every morning Reg and Lily sit and do the sudoku together

- Whenever James spends time out of the country, he'll bring back something nice for each of his friends and partners (it's his love language!) he puts so much thought into into each one that sometimes he'll dedicate an entire day of the trip to finding the perfect gift for each person

#jegulily #jegulus #starchaser #starsunflower #regulily #waterlily #stargazer #jily #cry about the tag in silence idc

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hawkinsschoolcounselor · 2 months

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It's so annoying to see people in the tag comparing Byler to other queer ships that didn't happen like no Byler is unique and wasn't made by bad writers. Idk if you were in one of those fandoms but it would be amazing if you could explain to all those people why Byler was written differently because I am tired of the classic: "they are queerbaiting you,deal with it". I am like :" wow they queerbaited the Lgbt+ community and the heterosexuals too then because a huge majority of the GA audiences who see Byler aren't from the Lgbt+ community". They also made the "main" ship do unlikeable that it lost at least 40% of their supporters between season 3 and season 4.

Well, I can see where they're coming from, even if I don't agree.

I have never been involved in a fandom before, but I have been a fan of shows/movies where I thought "so and so would make a good couple" only for nothing to come of it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, though. This is the first time I've ever thought it was going to happen, and I've felt that way since season 2. Each season since has left me disappointed, as I don't want it to be a final episode "twist" in order to avoid losing fans, but it's still only become more and more obvious to me that it's inevitable.

I think a lot of fans get caught up in headcanons, particularly between seasons. As a result, they end up forgetting what is actually canon, and they create elaborate predictions that just don't fit the reality.

Yes, queerbaiting is a thing. I'm not familiar with many of the fandoms that this is used with, but I'll give the fans the benefit of the doubt on it. If a show hints at a queer couple, that's not enough for it to be queerbaiting. But if they continually build it up, only for it to go nowhere, then it might be. If they actively use it as a means to market the show, then it definitely is.

Without knowing more about specific fandoms, it's hard for me to make any direct comparisons. I suppose, should, somehow, Byler not be endgame, then I'll probably understand a lot better. However, I will also be extremely confused and will have lost considerable respect for the Duffers as writers.

However, Byler is a unique animals, as far as I can tell. It's something that has had seeds planted to it from the very beginning of the show. It's not some response to fans that the producers felt they could then exploit for marketing/merchandising purposes. It may not have been obvious back in season 1, but the clues were there. There was no retconning done to make Byler fit. There was no sly stoking of the flames in the fandom to get fans excited about it. That all happened organically as more and more people caught on.

I don't think the Duffers are dumb. They built a slowburn same-sex romance between main characters over the course of an entire top-tier series. As much as it annoyed me that it's taken this long, it does make the most sense, both in-universe and as a matter of mass appeal. Both the fans and the characters themselves had to come to terms with teen boys falling in love in the 80s. That's not something to be rushed if it's to be taken seriously.

Will, the one we've been told was gay, has come to terms with his feelings, only to come to the conclusion that it's not meant to be.

Mike, the one we've seen to have more-than-friendly feelings for Will, is still not ready, yet.

Season 5 will be the catalyst for Mike to realize what his deep feelings for Will really mean, so he can show Will that love is something for him to experience.

#byler #stranger things 5

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intersexcat-tboy · 3 months

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"I put it on the tag so that intersex people would be more likely to see" you want to subject us to your bigotry? GTFO of our tags holy shit you really posted this whole ass expecting a minority to educate you out of your bigotry? While FIGHTING them on it?

First and foremost, intersex is not a sex nor gender. While some may claim objections to the term 'transintersex' sound reminiscent of TERF rhetoric, it's crucial to acknowledge that they stem from entirely different foundations, TERFS ultimately and completely lacking one.

Saying "it's something you're born as" isn't inherently TERF rhetoric. There are many things someone must be born for them be. That's what congenital means. Intersex, by definition, is innate. Womanhood does not have this restriction, in fact, it's impossible to be born as a woman, as it's based around being an adult.

"intersex is something you're [born] as" [innate] is in fact the definition of intersex. It is an innate characteristic. Womanhood does not have this definition

These are going to be out of order, also I ended up deciding fuck anonymity halfway through getting the screenshots. There's a line of intersexism I'll excuse, mainly in ignorance, before I warned people about about you

It does not matter what you think! Our oppression is not accurately understood by our oppressors! You are not the target of harm, so you have no real concept of what actually occurs to us. This is no different than a cis person claiming they don't see transphobia or don't understand why something is transphobic, so it must actually not be harmful, since the bully doesn't think so! I said multiple times it IS happening. Also, weird I can't say that trans women often follow a route to transition (first SS), yet you can claim bigender is wanting both genitals and it's ok to point that out (second SS below, highlighted)??

"you're transitioning into a stereotype" is said to trans women regardless of how they transition, it's mainly about social transition. People say they're transitioning to intersex mainly to describe the change of genitals or hormone levels, but it's nearly always genital surgery.

There it is folks! Idk how much more clear I can say "unless you consider intersex to be a separate gender/sex, which is harmful on itself", but somehow it's read as me saying "intersex isn't about sex"

I'm cutting myself short bc there's a lot more and I don't have the energy, so sorry if some parts don't make sense. One earlier screenshot was combined to shorten it to focus on the ascepts I would respond to, so that one is understandably confusing.

"If I'm wrong then educate me!" I have tried like four fucking times (not pictured bc repetitive), idk how many times I have to say things.

When everything you say is so blatantly misconstrued, to the point it almost seems on purpose, and it's hard to take these people seriously.

I genuinely worry sometimes, how can one manage through life when their perceived reality is so flawed and skewed? Sometimes this shit fucks me up too, and I start to question myself. I have to constantly scroll back and make sure that no, I did not "literally" say the things claimed. It would be gaslighting if it went on longer I'm not even kidding, it's meant to make you question yourself and there's times I do

#trans intersexism #intersexism #intersex issues #intersex #screenshots

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quicksilver-castiel · 2 months

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Freak

Pairing: Michael/Adam Milligan/Ghoul Impersonating Adam Milligan

Length: 1.6k

Rating: mature

Tags: Repression? In these characters? It's more likely than you think; mention of cannibalism; biting during sex; everything these guys do is consensual and safe but idk about sane

“Adam, tell your other boyfriend that he’s an asshole,” Ghoul says when it’s clear that tonight is not a night he and Michael are getting along.

Michael immediately shuts up. “Adam, tell that thing that it needs to shut up,” he gripes.

Ghoul’s face shutters closed, which Adam has learned by now means that he’s trying to hide how hurt he is. For a second, Adam can feel something like guilt permeating from Michael’s grace, but then it cuts off.

“Tell- tell that winged guy that he can shut the fuck up himself,” Ghoul says weakly, and storms off in the direction of the bedroom.

It’s always like this - Ghoul’s insults are weak, if you can even call them that. Maybe it’s because he grew up in graveyards. Dead people don’t tend to teach you witty comebacks or how to read the living for filth.

Michael though. Oh, Michael. He’s always down to tear someone to shreds, whether metaphorically or literally. Adam is glad that the threats of actual violence have gotten far and few between by now, but whenever he gets angry, he still slings out insults that cut like an archangel blade. No one is safe from them, except maybe Adam, but then Adam also got past his initial hang-ups about being called a mud-monkey or a worm somewhere around year 300 in the Cage. He isn’t sure how he would react if Michael suddenly whipped those insults back out, seeing as how he hasn’t heard them in quite a while, but he wants to believe that he at least wouldn’t leave in a huff like a teenager.

Of course, leaving Michael’s vicinity is also pretty difficult when the guy lives in his ribcage.

“You got anything more for me to tell him?” Adam asks.

Michael’s projection isn’t looking at him, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “No,” he says petulantly.

Adam sighs. This really isn’t how he wanted to spend his Friday night, but then again it’s pretty par for the course for this new life the three of them have carved out for themselves. It’s nowhere near normal, and if you asked anyone else, they would probably say that it’s pretty fucked up. (Okay, Sam did say that, in slightly different words, but he can go choke on kale for all Adam cares.)

But they’re a family, in all the ways that three people with two bodies and one face between them can be a family. Which is to say in all the ways that matter, at least to Adam. Michael may beg to differ (and Adam loves hearing him beg), but at the end of the day, they both know that Michael is more fond of Ghoul than he admits.

Which is exactly the problem.

“You know, after yesterday, I thought you may have gotten over the whole ‘monster’ thing,” Adam says, aiming for light-hearted and landing somewhere just south of accusatory.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Michael says, because he is a habitual liar, and also a little bitch.

“You know, after you let Ghoul fuck you.” Usually it’s the other way around, with Michael dominating Ghoul like he has something to prove. Maybe he does, but if so then only to himself, considering they all know how much he likes to be ordered around.

Michael’s projection tenses, fingers digging into his arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spits out.

Sure, Jan, Adam thinks, careful not to let Michael hear it.

When you’re literally in each other’s head, privacy can be a bit tricky, but they’ve got the whole one-body thing down pat by now. Adam sometimes says it’s easier to block out each other’s thoughts than it is to remember to breathe, and it’s not just a joke. While Adam often still does it, much like eating, it’s not like they need to breathe - and they tend to just forget.

Turns out that can freak some people out, including their arguably undead-adjacent boyfriend.

(Ghouls aren’t technically undead, as Adam has learned. They’re sometimes mistakenly grouped with zombies due to the whole eating people thing - jury’s still out on whether it counts as cannibalism when ghouls aren’t humans - but they’re made from warm flesh and hot blood, and unlike with those Twilight guys, there’s no question on whether they can get it up or not. Adam doesn’t know if they can impregnate humans, but Ghoul at least made a valiant effort at impregnating an archangel last night.)

It’s been a few seconds, or maybe minutes - Adam is still too used to time being meaningless, for months to be the equivalent of a day - when Michael suddenly says: “Do you think I was too harsh?”

Maybe a bit, Adam thinks sarcastically, and says: “I think Ghoul was pretty hurt.”

Michael frowns at that, pondering this turn of events. Adam wonders what he thought would happen if he went back to calling Ghoul a thing.

Maybe he hasn’t thought about it at all.

“I didn’t mean to say it,” Michael mutters, and Adam feels his own face soften as he looks at the tense and hunched shoulders of Michael’s projection. “It just came out.”

That’s definitely a problem they need to work on, but at least seems to feel bad about it. It’s a start - a good start, even, considering that it took much longer before Michael felt any remorse for landing Adam in Hell.

“Do you want me to tell him that?” Adam asks gently.

He can feel Michael bristle within his chest. “It’s not my fault. He goaded me!”

“I never said that it was your fault, bud.”

That mollifies Michael, at least for the moment. “Tell him that I didn’t mean to call him an it.”

“Okay. You coming with me?”

Michael looks at him in that way that means ‘silly little human’.

Adam rolls his eyes. “You know I mean your projection.”

“I’ve not been visible to anyone but you for about ten minutes now.”

“Great, so I’ve been talking to myself all that time. Cool beans.” Adam gets up from the couch with a sigh. “Alright, time to test my bedside manner.”

“Hey bud, how are you doing?”

Ghoul peers up from the pillow his face is wedged into just to glare at Adam. “Tell that feathered ass I don’t want to see him.”

Adam sits down on the bed and puts a hand on Ghoul’s back. “He’s actually sorry, you know.”

“You’re making that up,” Ghoul gripes after a moment of stunned silence.

“He didn’t mean to call you an it, G.”

Ghoul huffs into the pillow. “I don’t actually mind the ‘it’,” he mumbles against the wrapped down feathers. (Archangelic feathers, to be precise. They’re softer than those of any animal, and Michael likes being plucked sometimes. The feathers can regrow within seconds - not that Michael always wants them to.)

“Okay,” Adam says to keep Ghoul talking, tucking away the revelation about pronouns for later.

“I just know he said it to hurt me, you know.”

“He didn’t mean to,” Adam repeats, but it sounds a little hollow.

“If he really meant it, he wouldn’t send you to say it,” Ghoul mutters against the pillow.

Adam thinks about how long it took for Michael to apologise to him for the first time. How long it still sometimes takes for him to admit a mistake.

“Look, he’s not very good at the whole apology thing.” Adam rubs his hand up and down Ghoul’s back, trying to ease the tension out of it. “I guess that makes two of you.”

“Three of us.”

“Hey, I’ve never done anything wrong in my life.”

“Case in point.”

Adam huffs out a laugh. “Okay, maybe we’re all bad at this. But you know what we’ve been pretty good at, historically?”

“What?” Ghoul finally turns his head, no longer talking into the pillow.

“The forgiving thing.”

“Literally neither of you has forgiven his brothers,” Ghoul says, unimpressed.

Adam gapes at him. “Since when are you on their side?!”

“I’m not, but you’re not exactly perfect little angels about thi-” Realising what he was saying, Ghoul cuts himself off.

Adam almost falls off the couch, laughing.

“You’re right, none of us are perfect little angels,” he teases.

Only because I’m not little, Michael says in their head.

Exactly, bud.

Ghoul narrows his eyes. “Did Michael just say that he would be, if I didn’t say ‘little’?”

Adam grins at him.

“He’s not even that big,” Ghoul continued.

“Hey,” Adam says, “if you’re referring to his dick, maybe rethink that statement.”

“That cop I ate was bigger.” Ghoul licks his lips like he’s remembering the taste. “Sam too. I only got a small taste of him, but it was enough to know his body. He’s hung.”

“I really don’t want to hear about Sam’s dick.”

Ghoul shrugs, and scoots over to lean against Adam’s side. “Point is, none of you are good at forgiving. But it’s okay - I can be the bigger person.”

“I’d prefer if you stayed how you are, actually,” Adam says, making Ghoul grin.

“I meant that metaphorically. But I love that you’re such a freak.” Ghoul noses at Adam’s neck.

Adam thinks that out of the three of them, he’s still the most normal one. Then again, he decided to date both an archangel and a ghoul, so maybe ‘freak’ is a fair assessment.

Well, you’re my favourite freak, Michael says, and his grace shivers in anticipation when Ghoul scrapes his teeth along their neck.

Thanks, bud, Adam says to him. You’re also one of my two favourite freaks.

Michael huffs, but it’s fond, and then he keens a little when Ghoul bites down playfully on their shoulder.

They’ll be fine, Adam thinks then. No matter how much those two argue, they’ll still be fine.

That thought, and the feeling of Ghoul biting down harder, making blood trickle over his skin, make Adam sigh in relief.

#Midamoul #Quick writing #I am posting this before I fall asleep. In the next few days I will probably edit and put this on AO3.#But for now the urge to post and then go snork mimimi is too strong

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