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snvw · 4 years

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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. ━━ ❦ caliban, the prince of hell.

𝐀/𝐍— ❦ hi! this is my first caliban imagine in almost over a year n omg it feels so amazin writing for my baby again... hope y’all like this. also, i changed the request just the tiniest bit... there is fluff, but it also got a lil dirty in some parts? sorry, anon! anyways, please reblog, like n share if you enjoyed this lil thing. also, feedback is very much appreciated! thank you for reading.♡

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓— ❦ ANON ASKED; Can I please request a Caliban imagine where the reader (female) is mortal but he’s superrrr whipped for her and calls her “my lady” and keeps saying how much he loves her and is just really sweet to the reader??? Thank you. Xx // also, you may send in a request(s) here.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘— ❦ caliban, the prince of hell, is totally whipped for his girl, you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆— ❦ caliban x fem!reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒— ❦ 18+! slut shaming! fluff n mentions of sexual themes! adult language! & any grammatical mistakes are my own!

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

♡࿐ Caliban was in love. No, scratch that. He was so fucking in love, it hurt. The whole ‘love’ thing was new to him, like a foreign language one was just beginning to learn. Once he started feeling this strange emotion, it was like he became a whole new person. In his eyes, he saw himself as a better, new and improved version of himself.

Caliban always thought love to be a weakness, that he didn’t need it or that he felt it wasn’t worth his time. But with you, it was different. It felt different. Because of you, he was in love. Happily so, might I add. The two of you have only been dating for a little less than a year, but unholy Satan, it felt like decades had passed. It was like the two of you knew each other for centuries.

In all honesty, Caliban thought he would’ve been alone for all of eternity, which at the time, he was perfectly content with the thought of that. At least, before you – he was used to bringing whores to his bed chambers every night. Whilst he enjoyed himself most of the time, when he grew bored and had no more desire for said whore any longer – he’d either toss them aside, or kill them.

Although, now was different... All because of you. Speaking of you, Caliban had just finished ordering one of his most trusted followers to bring you to his chambers – and shall there be even a single scratch on you, he’d tear them apart limb by limb and watch with glee as their souls burned in the pits of Hell. “My Lord, as you requested, here is Lady –“

“Yes, yes – Beelzebub, you may go. Now.” Caliban commanded carelessly, looking up to see you stepping around Beelzebub cautiously, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. Caliban smirked, standing up from the leather chair he was resting on, tossing the book he was reading aside and rushing towards you, wrapping you in his strong arms. Beelzebub bowed respectfully, but not before throwing you a disgusted look on his way out, the large wooden doors slamming shut behind him.

“Caliban,” you greeted, your heartbeat starting to race. You felt like a lovesick fool. “I – I can’t believe..why d-did you...?” you stuttered, craning your neck back to look up at the handsome Prince. “I can’t believe you sent one of the Plague Kings to come and get me,” you gasped, sounding like you were trying to keep that information strictly a secret. “You know I’m not supposed to be down here and what if –“

Caliban smiled down at you, quickly silencing your worried ramblings as he bent his knees down slightly to press his lips against yours, both of his hands reaching up to cup your face, your lips meeting in a frenzied, passionate kiss. You practically whimpered into the kiss, parting your lips as you felt your boyfriends tongue run across your bottom lip, knowing what he sought out for. Once your lips parted, Caliban wasted no time in slipping his warm tongue inside of your mouth, tasting you and groaning at how sweet you tasted, both of his thumbs lovingly stroking each of your warmed cheeks as he kissed you senseless.

“I missed you,” Caliban groaned into the kiss roughly, suggestively grinding his hips into your pelvis. You giggled in response, running your tongue along his, your teeth slightly clashing together with his, but neither of you cared enough to stop. You two could never get enough of each other – ever.

Your hands ran up to tangle themselves into his dirty blond hair, digging your fingernails into his scalp, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I missed you more,” you breathed, before opening your mouth wider for him, feeling Caliban’s tongue run over the roof of your mouth. Next, he started slowly sucking on your tongue, swirling your tongue around with his, almost choking you in the process with how long his tongue was, but you didn’t care. If you had it your way, you’d never stop kissing him. Fuck, he tasted amazing... like spearmint gum and some sort of sugary sweet, he tasted delicious.

Then, Caliban began to run both of his warm hands down your sides, gripping and squeezing and touching and – fuck. He was so amazing and perfect. You loved him so much, he drove you absolutely mental sometimes. His hands were so big and strong and you were so obsessed with them when they were caressing you, you swear the feeling of his skin on yours was pure euphoria.

“My Lady,” Caliban murmured, trailing his lips to the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek, kissing it tenderly. “My Lady, my lady, my lady...” Caliban praised, causing your stomach to erupt in butterflies and your pussy to start gushing uncontrollably, knowing how much it drove you wild when he called you his lady, like you were royalty. Which, in his eyes, you were. You were his, always.

Caliban’s lips moved down to your neck, kissing the skin underneath your ear so gently that it barely felt like he was doing anything, while his hands were now firmly massaging and gripping your ass through your tight jeans. “Caliban,” you sighed, growing frustrated, your pussy now starting to clench down on nothing but thin air. You wanted him, you wanted him so badly you thought you’d snap any second.

It’s been days since he last visited you in your bedroom in the Mortal realm, and he fucked you so good and hard that night that the next day, you could barely walk. That night he was absolutely feral, he wasted no time in fucking your brains out, and you could’ve sworn you felt his cock in your guts as he pounded into you from behind that night. Although, that goes without saying that hours before, he was a complete tease. Eating you out for hours without letting you cum, which made you annoyed and crazy and you really thought you’d start crying hysterically if he didn’t quit his teasing then. Luckily – for the both of you – he did, and he – of course – slowly and sensually slid his cock deep inside of you, before fucking you like a good little slut.

Caliban loved you, there was no denying it. He’d do just about anything for you if you asked him, and he could be so sweet and charming, and most of the time so cruel, just the way you liked him to be. But praise Satan, he knew how to fuck you just right, like when to be soft and gentle and affectionate, with a dark twist of being rough and quick and downright sinful. You swore it was a talent only he possessed, which wouldn’t be a total shock since he did live in and helped rule Hell sometimes.

“My Lady,” Caliban sighed, grabbing your attention as you came back down to – well, Hell – and looked back up at him, snapping out of your sexual daydream. “Hmmm?” you questioned, batting your eyelashes up at the scowling Prince. Fuck, he was so pretty. The Prince of Hell smirked down at you, reaching one hand up to gently grasp your chin with long fingers, holding it as he examined your pretty face up closely and rubbed his calloused thumb over your swollen, bottom lip.

“Was my angel daydreaming again?” he chastised, his tone sickly sweet, as if he were talking to a five year old girl. You were always so fucking cute, playing dumb and naïve, but he knew you knew better. And oh, oh – he was teasing you, the bastard. Two can play that game. As expected though, your plans always seemed to backfire on you as you unconsciously started to rub your clothed thighs together desperately, knowing what was about to come.

Fuck the consequences.

So, you played along, praying that he would have mercy on you tonight. “No, my Lord, I’d never disobey –“ Caliban snorted, cutting you off completely as you amused him at your failure of attempting to lie to him. Him, of all people. Caliban chuckled, shaking his head fondly and kissing your lips once more, making you respond instantly as you stood on the tips of your toes, kissing him back eagerly. Your arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck once more, pulling him so close that both your chests were pressed so tightly together, your hearts beating against one another’s as one.

Before speaking, Caliban wrapped you tightly in his arms, interlocking his fingers together behind your back, resting his interlocked hands right above your ass. “My Lady, I thought you learned your lesson the other night,” Caliban spoke in false kindness, leaning down to lightly drag his tongue along the shell of your ear. You hummed quietly, tilting your head slightly to give your boyfriend more access, feeling excitement flow throughout your body. Or, were you just a horny little slut, like your boyfriend said you were?

Caliban paused, taking in a short breath, feeling his cock harden almost unbearably at the thought of punishing you again, just like a couple of nights ago. “Bad girls don’t get to cum unless they tell the truth. And you, my lady – have sinned.”

fin

#chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #caos part 4 #caos caliban x reader #caliban x reader #caliban x female reader #caliban caos #prince of hell #prince caliban #demon prince #caliban #satanism #my writing #userluna

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fatoujallovv · 4 years

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stay with me in heaven everyday

“it’s saturday, love, it’s ok if you fall back asleep.”

“no,” eliott grumbles, peering up at lucas, “have to stay awake to see your pretty face.”

“stop that,” lucas blushes.

“s’the truth. you have the prettiest face of all the faces. i’m gonna look at you forever.”

1.6k of ridiculously domestic fluff. that’s it that’s the fic

read on ao3 or under the cut!

it’s fragile in the morning hours.

the golden haze builds a comforting cocoon of time and space, surrounds the room with a blanket of warmth – the sounds soft, the shadows gentle.

it’s fragile but it’s kind, in the way a petal floats in the wind, translucent, delicate, beautiful.

eliott lies on his side, facing the window, lucas glued to his back. there’s a small arm tucked firmly around his waist, lucas’ warm, even breath tickles the back of his neck. it’s the type of morning that welcomes the glow of the rising sun right into his heart, warming him entirely. it’s a miracle, he thinks, that in all the worlds of darkness, he has found himself basking in endless light.

his mouth turns up lazily at the corners as he feels lucas’ hand release its hold. he begins to trace shapes across eliott’s back, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder blade as he spells out je t’aime across eliott’s spine.

“my miracle,” eliott hums as he flips over to face lucas.

“what’s that?”

“nothing, my love, just happy to be here. with you,” eliott smiles into a gentle kiss, “g’morning.”

“morning,” lucas replies, whisper soft, resuming his tracing – now along eliott’s cheekbone. he lets his eyes drift closed at the touch, lets lucas draw swirls and hearts all over his face, “how’d you sleep?”

“mmm... slept good,” eliott murmurs, an aggressive yawn bubbling to the surface.

“sure sounds like you did,” lucas chuckles.

eliott cracks open an eye to peer at his amused smile, “shut up, i’m just relaxed. you’re relaxing.”

“thanks,” lucas smiles, pulling him close, resting eliott’s very relaxed face on his chest, “you’re relaxing too, you dumb giraffe.”

eliott nestles his smile into lucas’ t-shirt, then, allowing lucas to gently play with his hair.

“feels like you’re doing live asmr with all this,” eliott giggles, “keep it up and i’m falling back asleep.”

“it’s saturday, love, it’s ok if you fall back asleep.”

“no,” eliott grumbles, peering up at lucas, “have to stay awake to see your pretty face.”

“stop that,” lucas blushes.

“s’the truth. you have the prettiest face of all the faces. i’m gonna look at you forever.”

“you aren’t so hard to look at yourself, you know.”

“no deflecting mister, time to face the facts. you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

“i’m not deflecting, mister. to me, it’s you. you’re the most beautiful person in my world.”

“and you say i’m the hopeless romantic in this relationship,” eliott mumbles as he tucks his chin back into lucas’ chest.

“idiot,” lucas mumbles back.

and then silence engulfs them again. but this is the thing about mornings like these, the silence is neither harsh nor cold. it welcomes the sounds of the birds, cars, lucas’ heartbeat. it fills eliott’s heart with i love you’s and his mind with peace. he smooths the wrinkles of lucas’ shirt under his palm and smiles.

you make the silence alright. you make my mind a safer place to live.

the i love you he whispers into lucas’ collar doesn’t quite have the same weight as all the romantic sentiments swirling in his head, but it will have to do for now. lucas responds with a kiss to his forehead and a gentle i love you too, and all he wants is to live in this perfect morning forever.

—

he doesn’t recall drifting back to sleep in lucas’ arms, but the next thing he remembers is the tickle of a finger tracing down his nose, lucas’ lips following behind to press light kisses down from between his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, finally landing on his lips. he rolls onto his back, pulling lucas on top of him with a wide grin.

“promise to wake me up like that for the rest of our lives?”

“hmmm, i think i might be able to make that promise,” lucas giggles, “on one condition.”

“and what is that?”

“you have to promise i’ll always fall asleep in your arms.”

“alright,” eliott beams, holding out his hand for a pinky promise, “deal.”

when lucas links their pinkies, eliott tugs on his hand to pull him into a kiss. they keep smiling and laughing and yawning into it, but it’s perfect all the same. when lucas eventually pulls back, eliott can’t help staring. the warm sunlight spills over him like a dream, his smile lights up his whole face.

“so beautiful,” eliott muses.

lucas ducks his head, bashful and utterly adorable in eliott’s expert opinion.

“thank you,” lucas whispers.

“thank you?”

“i just… you say so many sweet things like that. and you aren’t just saying them to flatter me, you say them to say them. because you want to say them. and i don’t know, i never thought i’d be loved like that. so yeah, thank you. i love you. kind of a lot actually.”

eliott can’t imagine a soul on earth that would be capable of thinking lucas is anything less than a miracle. he pulls him down into a hug, mumbles an i love you too into his hair, pressing a kiss to the blush at the top of his ear.

i love you, i love you, i love you

—

eliott’s stomach has never growled so loud in his life.

“i guess it’s time we get our lazy asses up and have some breakfast, huh?” lucas laughs.

“guess so,” eliott grumbles, stretching his arms high above his head before pulling the covers up close to his chin, entirely contradicting his sentiment of getting up.

“c’mon,” lucas coaxes, sitting up and excavating eliott’s hand from under the covers to drag him up too, “time to eat, love of my life, my dearest eliott, most beautiful and talented man in the world.”

“you’re just trying to butter me up,” eliott chuckles.

“is it working?”

“try a little harder.”

lucas rolls his eyes as eliott nestles even more into the covers.

“my spectacular boyfriend, best filmmaker in all of france, reason i carry on in this mundane life, might you please grace me with your presence for breakfast?”

“alright,” eliott feigns exasperation, “if i must, my king, keeper of my heart, love of a thousand lifetimes.”

“shut up,” lucas laughs, leaving for the kitchen.

eliott finds him gathering ingredients for blueberry muffins on the counter. eliott reaches for the fridge to find some bacon to add to the mix, but lucas swats his hand away.

“ah ah ah, lover boy, no ‘helping’ today. i want normal, edible muffins, ok?” he punctuates the last word with a sweet kiss to his cheek and a smile. eliott laughs brightly, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender to go connect his phone to the speaker instead. maybe one day he’ll get to try out blueberry-bacon muffins.

lucas puts on an apron to start mixing up the batter, and he looks absolutely adorable, so eliott decides to indulge the master baker in some more palatable background music (at least to lucas’ standards, eliott sees nothing wrong with a little edm in the morning).

he queues some things then hits play, the first notes of should i stay or should i go coming through the speaker. lucas has begun adding the blueberries to the batter, and turns his head when eliott comes up to rest his chin on his shoulder.

“thank you,” lucas beams, “some good music for once.”

eliott giggles at that, stepping back to lean against the fridge and watch lucas at work. he stirs the batter, lines and fills the muffin tin, all while singing along and dancing like an idiot. a beautiful, angelic idiot, but still.

he puts the muffins in the oven right as the song ends. he turns around as somebody to love begins to play. eliott smiles at the thrilled look on his face and holds out a hand for lucas.

“shall we dance?” he giggles as lucas takes his hand and spins under his arm.

“mmm, that sounds nice,” lucas hums, pulling eliott close and starting to sway to the beat. they rock back and forth for a while, leaning their foreheads together, until lucas can’t help but burst into song. the dance slowly morphs from slow and sweet to pure chaos. they’re just bouncing all around the apartment, screaming the lyrics to each other, one song after another. thank god they live alone now, because otherwise, mika might have come out and drop kicked them into next week. the downstairs neighbors still may have a few choice words for them, but he can’t bring himself to care.

they dance and dance and dance, running around until they barely have enough breath to sing along. and suddenly, a burning smell.

“SHIT” lucas yells, staring at the oven before whipping his head back to gape at eliott.

“did you set a timer?” eliott asks, barely concealing a giggle. lucas starts to shake his head, and they both burst out laughing. lucas rushes to the oven, doubled over, rips the muffins out as eliott cackles behind him. help! by the beatles starts blasting from the speaker, which certainly doesn’t help their laughing fit as they stare down at the charred muffins.

“i think we better go out for a nice brunch date,” lucas chuckles, pulling a muffin out and hitting the charred blob against the table, “i think these might not be edible.”

“i think we can make that happen,” eliott grins.

“c’mon, let's get you dressed, demaury,” lucas smiles, dropping the burnt muffin to grab eliott’s hand, “i’m taking you on a date.”

#skam france #elu #elu fic #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #mystuff #mywriting

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 3 years

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*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

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atinybitofau · 4 years

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[PART 2] S A N ⇲ royal series au

RECAP: san is king of eden, you’re queen of elos under one nation with 7 other lone kings. and now you’re forced to go on a bonding retreat with san cause seonghwa told you to. enjoy boys and girls.

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⇩ PART TWO ⇩, click here to read part one.

You bid adieu to your humble armored soldiers before unveiling the fur scarf you had thrown over your arms and back. Supper had come to an end and camp had been set up. Now you were going to get ready to share a tent with San for a night where you find him in his half naked glory, adjusting the straps to his cloth under garment pants.

Your heart races suddenly when he knows of your presence but thinks of nothing of it— something rare of your nobility, heart palpitations. A lack of respect and honor. Though, you somehow subbed attracted to it uncertain by your hidden desires, liquid-lacing your insides. You have your palms held together as you wait to greet the back facing King. A greeting you were taught to do by your late father even if you hate the honor you stand upon.

San moved effortlessly with his back muscles flexed in calm rebound. He laces back a loose fitted blouse of black silk before turning to you with hazy eyes. Your fingers play at your palms as you bow courteously at his highness, your eyes blinking wide at the ground with heavy anticipation.

“Princess, we need no sense of aristocracy in our quarters.” He chuckles you off though bowing his head when you raised yours. “We may be of an honorable class but we don’t need to implement them in the bedroom.”

Cheeky.

You sigh making your way to your hidden room in the tent, masked by only a sheer curtain of cloth. You could see his silhouette staring at your side of the shelter as you strip from your dress facing in that direction. God knows why you did it, but you don’t. (Hidden desire maybe). You changed into your new drawers and a past-knee cut night gown in that you would sleep in for the rest period. San clears his throat, his silhouette visibly moving now after watching you blindly undress.

Immediately you thought of his eyes. A picture your mind drew unintentionally while you had gotten ready for bed that one time he smiled may be the best thing that happened since you last saw your fathers.

So bright. Hiding so much pain. The only real emotion that can truly expose a person’s feeling with millions of muscles moving. A smile.

To that, you get into your cushioned bed.

“Princess.” You hear San mutter from opposite of the sheer wall between the both of you.

“Yes?”

“I’ll be blowing out the candles soon.”

“Yes. Thank you.” You mumble sleepily in your blanket. “It’s still quite early if you’d like to take a stroll.”

“You’d j-join me?”

Your slowly shutting eyes batted open and you stared at his shadow in pure horror.

Did you sound like you were inviting him?

“N-no.” You shoot up in your blankets with a red blotched face. “I meant for you— well it’s early so I though you’d want to walk around for a little before you sleep. Y-you can leave the light on is what I meant to say..”

He seemed disappointed with silence.

He sounded more stressed when he hurried out not even saying goodnight. You sigh feeling dumbed out by your own reply somehow finding San’s feeling of confusion curious.

You remember the boys telling me stories of their childhood. How San felt singled out and acted somewhat strange. San rarely spoke and when he did seeming indifferent by people’s responses. The way you see it, King San was just as human as any of you. If not, a little more. And he may as well have wanted bad things to happen to your father through intent.. but he was afraid. Just like everybody else. You couldn’t blame him for that.

Feeling restless now, you stand up from where you laid and slung on a warm robe and slip ins to follow the poorly lead individual on his night stroll.

Mingi was awake and stopped so forth. Eyebrows furrowed he asks, “Where are you off too, young lady?”

You smile at the taller man. “San wanted to take a stroll earlier. Did you see the direction he took from here?”

“Your grace, it’s far too dangerous to be frolicking on your own.” He insists pushing his sharp sword into it’s protector. “San can take care of himself.”

“And I’m sure I for my own.” You place your hands on the worried bachelor. “The sun is nearly up. Get some sleep, Mingi.”

“I’ll wait for you both to arrive back safely.” He says standing up with pride though bloodshot eyes reading exhaustion. “He mumbled something about seeing a cliff far off north. It’s probably where he’s headed.”

“I promise I won’t go wandering.” You hide your head under the hood of your robe and grab a weapon of choice. “If we don’t return till the sun reaches it’s highest point, I want you to send a rescue team. He couldn’t have gone that far off.”

“Please don’t say that.” He cringes. “A precaution is like waving a white flag.”

You chuckle at the boy and pull at his royal suit. “Mingi, I assure you I’ll be fine. Please get some rest.”

The boy looked uncertain, his eyes wavering in mine.

Mingi was— he’s someone you relied on in the past and someone who never failed to make you feel special.

You loved him in a special way. As far as your love goes at least.

You lay a soft kiss on his stubble cheek before walking off in the direction you think may be where San went.

With dawn upon you now, you could see well enough. You managed to catch a glimpse of a shadow and sounds of crunching dry grass near by. A few quick paces straight forward, you finally see San.

You vaguely remember what he wore before wanting to sleep but in the rising sun, he looked humble. He looked close to a royal but in a form of a free soul. His chin was pulled forward as he basked in the warmth of morning. He walks forth like a child with no sense of direction, dimples sucked in with a soft smile painted on his porcelain face.

You catch up eventually and the soles of your shoes crunching awoke his attention.

He snaps at you enguard with his sword obviously startled by your unannounced appearance. When you remove your hood off your head, he sighs in relief and bows slightly.

“Princess, don’t scare me like that.” He breaths. “I almost cut your head off.”

“I know you want to but let’s try to keep each other alive before we get back to Aurora.”

He coldly turns away from you and follows his initial steps forward. Frantic, you follow behind him like a lost puppy not wanting to get lost now that you’ve found what you were looking for: him.

“I must amend your navigation skills. It was a curvy path I took to get here.”

You glance up at him taking larger strides to catch up. “Well whatever path you took must’ve gotten you back on track. I’ve only walked a straight line. I’m terrible at directions.”

Seeing your struggle, San frigidly takes your balancing hands to help you through the uneven rocks.

You ignore the tumbles in your stomach before saying something else. “There was a cliff Mingi said that caught your attention. Is that where you were going?”

“I thought you didn’t want to accompany me on a stroll.” He shuts out your actually question with his own. “Change your mind out of guilt perhaps?”

“Please.” You snicker. “I was only afraid you’d get kidnapped.”

“I have doubts of your bravery, Princess.” He laughed at that cradling you as you. struggled more when the ground got steeper. “Though I must say for a woman, you have the persistence to get through.. rocky situations.”

Very cunning. “Always so endearing, King San.”

“If I must.”

You reach where you initially thought he’d end up, staring out into the wild sunrise with pure delight. You seemed hypnotized by nature’s beauty pulling at your dress to sprint towards the cliff. San basked in the warmth. You basked in the view.

Your kingdom was close to waters, dams and unfortunately with the weather conditions, rarely saw past an acre. You were ecstatic to see stranded villages and quaint homes that covered maybe parts of Aurora or maybe San’s Kalos Kingdom that was not too far off edge.

“Have you ever seen such a view?” You turned at San bouncing in your place. “It’s beautiful.”

San was quiet behind you. No sounds of movement, no sounds of whispers. You turn around with a beaming smile to see him laying across the ground with shut eyes.

Immediately your face gawks. “You can’t be serious, San.”

He turns at you and opens his eyes. “What did I do now?”

“The view is breathtaking and your just gonna sleep there the whole time?!”

He hums curtly and resumes his previous position. “Absolutely. I’m tired from basically carrying you here.”

Your jaw drops. “Did you just entail my weight, San-ssi?”

“Yes.” He confirms without further ado. “Yes I did.”

“You are seriously a royal pain in the ass.”

“Why don’t you come and lay here and see why I’m doing it instead of barking over there like a dog?”

You kick dead grass at him hoping he chokes on it.

“What was that for?!” He cried coughing out the dirt and specks that reached his face.

You cock your hips with your hand on top it and point a finger at him. “Have some decency, San. If a woman tells you to enjoy the view with her, you must. It’s all in the book.”

“What kind of— What in gods name— and WHO in their bloody right mind would intentionally write a book with those words specifically?”

“An intellectual.” You annunciate with a wide mouth.

“We have eyes to see, y/n.” He pans with seriousness, tiger eyes glaring at you with fuming frustration. “I can open them later before we go. I don’t need to enjoy a view. Especially that of with a woman.”

I roll my eyes nearly flicking him on the forehead. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe god gave us nature to revel in? Not manipulate.”

“He gave it to us for health and well being. And gave us eyes to learn.” He retailiates huffing with his chest puffed. “Animals are our main resources. Plants give us life, sun gives us warmth, and the night our rest. There is no room for it’s beauty. It’s a fickle thing.”

“Nature is the most beautiful thing on this planet.” You firmly smile feeling satisfied with your answers before turning around to look at it. “Give me something more of that and maybe I’ll let you off.”

Silence.

Weird from someone who hates losing a verbal battle.

You whip around to see San full on face red, eyes blinking rapidly away from you. Confused and concerned, You pull up at your dress robe to approach him again.

“Cat got your tongue?”

He snaps at that. “N-no. You’re right. Nature’s absolutely the most beautiful thing on this world.”

He gives you another look. One you’ve never seen on him before. Until you realize the camp has sent a warning flare at the sky in consideration.

You gasp interrupted, San sighing in front of you. “We’ll talk about that look later. We need to get back to camp.”

You hear him mumble something under his breath as you drag him away from your temporary rest area, your mind blurring at the unimportant words he bumbled.

“After you.”

What you thought meant you walking in front of him, really was an add on to his sentence prior. Still blank to you, with time only telling when you’d get the real truth behind Choi San.

A troubled child trapped in a prevalent King’s body.

p.s rough edit

@atinybitofau

a/n: this series will NOT be followed by the other members. but San’s was pretty much drafted in my archives so I decided to continue his for the time being. long overdue lol but pls let me know if you’d like to keep this story going 😭

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jasiper · 4 years

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adore you

fine line series 3/12

you don’t have to say you love me

you don’t have to say nothing

you don’t have to say you’re mine

If Piper could go back in time, crash the wedding reception, grab her past self by the nape of her neck and drag herself out of the venue to give herself a good kick in the ass, she would.

Okay, maybe she wouldn’t crash her best friend’s wedding purely for the sake of not having sex, but in retrospect, she was being dumb. Completely and utterly idiotic. When it came to Jason, she seemed to lack the proper amount of brain cells to think Piper, maybe it’s a good idea not to sleep with your best friend again!

But it happened, time travel didn’t exist, so while she’s spending more time with Jason than ever, she’s also unable to fight the inkling that maybe after all this time, she is still in love with him, even after years of being apart.

How can she do this to herself? She spent years alone, maintaining a comfortable (yes, comfortable even though sometimes it was hard) distance between her and Jason. Sometimes there was a lapse of judgment, a night where the tensions got too high and they found themselves beneath the sheets, limbs intertwined and lips pressed to each other’s skin. They always manage to brush it off—an awkward laugh, averted eye contact, the walk of shame. It doesn’t stay awkward for long because by the next day, they’re texting and chatting like usual. It’s fine. It always ends up fine. Piper can still mash down her feelings and pretend it’s all okay.

Ever since Annabeth and Percy’s wedding, it isn’t just a one-time thing. It’s part of her daily routine. Wake up, coffee, work, dinner, she sees Jason, repeat. Maybe deciding on doing her last year of med school in San Francisco wasn’t her brightest idea, given that now she’s less than thirty minutes away from Jason at all times, but it’s too late to backtrack. She’s here now and he’s very obviously apart of her daily life, just as she’s apart of his.

It’s like their souls are intertwined. The Fates were probably having a field day with this. They tangled their strings of yarn together, tied several knots into them just for fun before seeing how well they can thrive. Even with the breakup, the several near-death experiences, Piper is sure their lives are even more connected. If she wanted to leave—which of course she doesn’t—she doesn’t think she’d have the ability to. It’s like there’s a bungee cord attached to them; if one ventures too far, the cord will restrict and pull them back together.

The wedding slip-up is a result of the cord being pulled too far. They spent too much time apart and when they were pulled back together, it lasted longer than it should have.

So now Piper is completely and utterly wrapped around Jason’s finger. She can’t even deny it at this point. So much for being just friends. The years of running away from her feelings finally caught up to her.

How can she not still have feelings for him? He’s her best friend, her shoulder to cry on, the person she trusts the most in the world.

Plus, he’s stupid pretty. Stupid pretty.

She’s never been fooled—it’s not like he was ever unattractive. He’s always been unfairly attractive. He’s just grown into himself now. His hair, which used to be cut short (Roman military style), has grown out, infuriatingly perfect. It’s hard to not run her fingers through it and pull him close and kiss him.

After sneaking away from the wedding reception a few months back, she finds herself doing that often. When they’re alone and they’ve run out of things to talk about, she tangles her fingers in his hair as she puts her lips to his, losing herself in the taste of his mouth.

It’s almost too easy to pretend that he’s hers when her tongue is in his mouth. She can delude herself for the time being—no one else is making him moan and flush and cause his eyelids to flutter. As much as she’s wrapped around his finger, she’s got him wrapped around hers, too. It’s the endless cycle of their relationship. Maybe if they weren’t so broken, they can take the final jump and say fuck it, let’s just try to date again.

But they’ve stared death in the eyes and they’ve figured out years ago that just because they’re broken, their pieces don’t necessarily fit into each other. They’re not a puzzle waiting to be finished. They’re broken glass, just random unfixable shards that have spent years trying to be reassembled.

That doesn’t stop Piper from hoping and praying to any god that is willing to listen to somehow bring them back together.

She’s selfish. She just wants him for herself.

But Jason Grace isn’t one to be owned. He’s the son of the king of the gods, pontifex, warrior through and through. He’s caused armies to fall, kingdoms to crumble. He wants domestic life—marriage, kids, a house with a big backyard. Even then, she can’t imagine her to be the one to be his wife in a suburban area. Their time has passed.

It still doesn’t stop her from wanting him to be hers. She doesn’t like sharing.

Right now, staring at his freckled back as he sleeps, playing connect the dots with the sunspots, she wants to be the only one to ever see him like this. Messy hair, skin pink against the white sheets, his back rising and falling with each breath. Who wouldn’t want this angel of a man to be theirs and only theirs?

For now, she’s the only one to be lucky to be in such a vulnerable position like this with him. That causes an almost painful, empty hollow feeling in her chest. This won’t be forever. This is just a temporary fix, a little fun before he goes off and settles down with a less broken person, someone who hasn’t flirted with death and almost paid the price for it. He’s worthy of someone who won’t scream in her sleep and push him away when things get hard.

Still. She doesn’t need him to love her. She just really wants him to.

The early morning sunlight is creeping through his blinds, turning his hair gold. Usually, he’s the one who wakes up around this time while she sleeps, but he’s had a long week. His breathing is slow, steady, clearly still asleep. She closes her eyes, listening to the sound of his heart against her cheek as she presses herself closer to his back, her arm hanging loosely off his torso. Maybe their broken pieces don’t fit perfectly, but for just a moment, she can pretend.

Several minutes pass and Jason’s breathing picks up, a clear indication that he’s waking up. Piper keeps her eyes closed, not daring to move, feigning sleep. She doesn’t want him to know she’s been awake this entire time.

With a low groan, Jason shifts in her arms, the sheets bunched up around them as he turns over. Her eyes remain shut as she feels his chest where his back once was, almost dropping the façade when she feels his hand cup her cheek. It isn’t until he presses his lips to her forehead is when she decides to ‘wake up’—her eyelids flutter and she forces a yawn as she gives an appropriate stretch.

Pretending to be asleep, she decides, is totally worth it. His cheeks are flushed a delicious shade of pink, a stark contrast to his sky blue eyes. She wants to lean forward and kiss every freckle on his cheekbone, but that feels a little less platonic than she feels comfortable with despite the fact he just kissed her forehead.

“Did I wake you?” Jason asks, voice wonderfully husky and heavy with sleepiness.

“Mhm, it’s okay.” Piper settles her hand on a shoulder, a place she deems as safe. “How’d you sleep?”

“Well,” he admits. “I needed that. Work this week was so tiring.”

There are still dark circles under his eyes. Piper runs her thumb just below his left eye and she says, “You seemed tired. We can go back to sleep if you want.”

Jason shakes his head and leans into her touch. She tries to ignore how her heart is beating in her throat when he murmurs, “No, you’re probably hungry. What host am I if I don’t make you breakfast?”

Piper almost wants to point out they’re hardly ever considered guests in each other’s apartments anymore—this is a routine event that occurs multiple times a week, but the thought of Jason cooking her breakfast makes her cheeks go warm. “Breakfast sounds nice.”

“Mhm.” Jason nods and sits up. Piper has to force herself to look away as the sheets fall and hang loosely around his hips. “Breakfast and maybe a shower after that?”

A shower sounds nicer than she wants to admit. She nods and slowly sits up, holding the sheets to her chest. “Can you make pancakes?” she asks hopefully.

He smiles and nods. “Of course,” he answers. He pushes away the sheets and Piper averts her eyes. She’s acting like she hasn’t seen him naked before because she knows if she looks, she’ll do something stupid, like blurt out her feelings for him, which is the last thing they need on such an uneventful morning. “Okay, I’ll start breakfast after I brush my teeth.” As if it’s the most casual thing in the world, he ruffles her hair before shuffling out of the bedroom in just his boxers.

Maybe there’s a part of her that does need his love, as pathetic as that sounds. A daughter of love who can’t even find the love for herself, someone who needs to love of another. It sounds so selfish; she’s already broken his heart once, he doesn’t need her to do it again.

Although now, she’s sure she wouldn’t break his heart again. She isn’t as hurt as she was when she was sixteen. She’s long accepted the demigod life and she wants to do it with him.

Not that she’d ever say it. She bites back her feelings, again, settling for being the best friend who occasionally gets sex. It’s more than she deserves out of him, anyway.

It takes another few minutes of self-deprecating for Piper to haul herself out of bed. It’s hard to leave because Jason’s sheets are so soft, but she makes her way to the bathroom, grabs the toothbrush he keeps for her, and brushes her teeth. She tries to forget about the way Jason kissed her last night, how he kissed her forehead just this morning.

Is it so bad to want to be loved? Is it so awful to crave that? Maybe not, but this is her best friend, her first love. She wants to be adored but right now… Piper has to settle for this—the sex and nothing else. She can survive without the I love you and claiming each other as their own.

With a dramatic sigh, Piper forces Jason’s discarded shirt from the previous night on her body, choosing to put on panties and not her leggings as she makes her way to the kitchen, which smells heavenly of pancakes. By the time she slides into the stool at the counter, Jason’s sliding over a plate of pancakes, complimented with the perfect amount of syrup (he knows how much she likes) and strawberries and scrambled eggs. Her mouth waters and she digs right in.

“Hungry?” Jason teases, looking infuriatingly like a domestic husband cooking his wife breakfast after a long week of work.

What I would give to be the wife he’s cooking breakfast for.

Piper almost chokes on her pancakes at the thought. “Um, yeah. You wore me out,” she reminds him, having to force back a smile as his face turns a wonderful shade of red. “Are you telling me you’re not hungry from last night?”

Jason leaves over the other side of the counter, biting into his own stack of pancakes. “Starving,” he corrects as he chews. “Pancakes were a good idea, Pipes.”

She has to bite back her snarky remark, instead shoving her face full of strawberries. Making fun of him this morning isn’t on her agenda. At least not yet.

Staring is also not on her agenda, but it’s hard to do so when Jason’s hair is golden in the midmorning sun, freckles like constellations on his pale skin, lips so pink she wonders if they taste like bubblegum. (She’s kissed him enough to confirm his lips somehow taste better than bubblegum.) She wonders how sweet the kiss will taste as he eats his own breakfast. Will they taste like the coffee he drinks, or syrup, or the strawberries?

Maybe looking at him and focusing on his physical features will help her get her mind off the fact that her feelings are eating her insides away. So she continues to stare.

It isn’t until after Jason finishes his breakfast that he realizes she’s staring. “What? Is there something on my face?” he asks, instinctively reaching up to touch his cheek.

Piper shakes her head, pushing aside her empty plate as she props her elbows up on the counter. “Nope. I’m just…” She struggles for the right innuendo, hoping he’ll catch on, but knowing he’s too dense to do so. “I’m still hungry.”

“Oh.” Jason blinks. “I could make you more pancakes if you want. Don’t even worry about it.”

“No, Jason.” Piper leans even further over the counter. “I’m not hungry for food.”

It takes Jason a few moments to realize what she’s getting at. He flushes crimson, the color reaching to the tips of his ears. “Oh. Oh.” He laughs breathily and he reaches across the counter to twine his fingers in her hair. “Really? After last night?”

“Especially after last night.” Piper bites down on her bottom lip. She was right—being horny is easier than grappling the feelings that threaten to bubble over the surface. She can’t ruin the friendship purely because she’s still hopelessly head over heels for him years after their breakup. “Are you…”

Jason doesn’t answer. His lips do the talking instead as he closes the distance between them to give her an eager kiss. She’s right, his lips do taste like a sweet mixture of maple syrup and fresh strawberries.

“I said I was starving earlier, didn’t I?” Jason murmurs as he pulls away. He pushes himself away from the counter, holding out a hand to her. “Come on. We can shower after this.”

His hand is extended towards her and she wishes this was a different situation. She wishes he was asking for her love instead, asking her to be his. Asking her to adore him.

But he’s not. He doesn’t have those feelings anymore. All she’s capable of doing is pining and cursing her past mistakes because now she’s stuck in this zone, only able to kiss him but unable to love him the way she wants to.

This is all she can get, so she grabs his hand to at least feel like she’s adored. Even if it’s only for a little bit. Even if it’s only for a moment.

#i said: fuck it objectify jason #piper: feelings r too hard lemme just talk abt how hot he is #me too sis #i forgot about this series for over a month so it's about time i brought her back #enjoy!#fine line series #jasiper #jasiperverse #my aesthetic #my writing #mine

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Just wondering ~ Would you write a thing with Nobunaga inspired by the song "Castle" by Halsey? It's extremely open ended. Whether or not it is a romance is completely up to you. I have no plot in mind. Just the song. Thanks, dear and keep safe 😷

Hi, there love! Thanx so much for the request! I legit added the song to my playlist cause I liked it sooo much ^_^ <3 Definitely check out @masamune-archive cause she is so damn creative and good at writing little fics inspired by songs- plus she has some other cool ass fanfics which are just too good for words! Anywaaaays I hope you enjoy this little drabble love!

Also, side note- to all those still waiting for matchups and HC, I just got my proposal back from my supervisor *sigh* (；一_一) so ima be focusing on that for the next few days, will definitely try and get ya matchups and stuff to ya asap! Love ya guys and thanx for being so patient with my slow ass writing🎀!😉

Nobunaga Oda: Castle

Warnings: Anxiety, depression, suicide

Words: 831

Nobunaga woke abruptly from the mighty roar of thunder. He looked beside him and saw his wife peacefully sleeping. He softly caressed your cheek with his fingertips, careful not to wake you. He couldn't help but smile warmly at you. You were his whole world, his everything, honestly, he loved you more than life itself.

He got up from the warm futon and walked out onto the balcony. He looked up at the blood moon and couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia rush over him. He smiled up at the moon as the scene around him started to change.

4 years ago, a young Nobunaga stood on the balcony of his room in the Honnō-ji temple. He looked up at the blood-red moon. He was feeling so tired, he was sick of everyone telling him what to do, sick of all the judgement, sick of being called a demon, a devil, a monster, sick of all the noise, he wanted it to end. He has been trapped in this castle for a long time, a lonely man sitting on a throne built on pain, blood, death and destruction. He just wanted it to.... stop

He saw them move in the shadow of the night. Coming for his head. He felt the poison they had placed in his food, course through his veins. This time he would choke on his own pride, this time he would give them what they wanted. I deserve this he thought, I have done so much evil to reach my ambitions. He looked at the moon once more, sending up a silent prayer to be released from the chains in this castle. He climbed into his futon and stared at the ceiling, replaying every evil deed he had ever committed in his mind. His eyes prickled with tears as he started to lose consciousness, “No, I won’t cry,” he thought."I don't deserve to cry after what I have done, besides none will mourn my death, so why should I”.

You woke up in the middle of the night and nothing has changed. You still felt the pang of loneliness. You couldn't remember the last time you didn't feel numb and empty. Sadness and anxiety seemed to rule your life. Your heart, body, mind and soul felt broken. You walked out onto your apartment’s balcony and stared up at the blood moon. Every minute passing felt like a living hell, you were sick of feeling used, of feeling battered and bruised, sick of building a fortress around your heart to keep everyone out.

No, you wouldn’t cry, there was no use crying about it. How many tears have you already wasted crying about the same old things. No instead, you put on your running shoes and hit the streets. You ran and ran and ran. It felt fitting, running in the mists of a massive lightning storm. Almost like nature itself now represented the turmoil in your mind. You sent up a silent prayer as you looked up at the blood moon once more. Just as you thought the last word of your prayer, a bolt of lightning struck down in front of you. Everything went blurry, and before you knew it, you were surrounded by smoke and fire.

You narrowed your eyes to see through the smoke and spotted a handsome man sleeping. Above him, a sword hovered held by an enemy ninja. You acted without thinking, screaming at the ninja and throwing your running shoe against his head. The ninja scurried off, he knew there was no escape for the devil king and that he would surely burn in this fire.

Crimson eyes opened wide and looked at you. Looking into his eyes was like looking straight into a mirror. You helped him up, and the two of you escaped riding back to the castle.

Both were broken, both wander their way through life.

That was until you found each other. A bond was formed stronger than space and time itself. Perhaps the universe had heard the unshed tears of two lost souls and decided to reunite them with each other. Or maybe it was just dumb luck that the two of you ended up together.

Things weren’t easy, breaking down each other’s castle walls. Walls built on fear, pain and the mistakes of the past. Freeing each other from the chains, that ensnared you, trapping you in this castle. You took comfort in each other’s warmth and understanding, slowly dissipating the darkness which covered you. You allowed the other to cry and share their pain. No judgement no condemnation, just pure love and endearment

Slowly but surely, the two of you built. Built a new home for both of you, one based on a new foundation. Made entirely of love, trust, and understanding. Nobunaga had found his queen, and you had found your king.

Nobunaga smiled at the blood moon and sent up a silent thank you. He turned around and peered into the darkness of your shared room. His ears perked up when he heard two tiny feet pattering their way across the room to where he was standing. “Daddy, I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you and mommy tonight?”. Two carmine doe eyes stared up at Nobunaga. He smiled at his son and crouched down, opening his arms to embrace his tiny boy. Pudgy little arms wrapped their way around Nobunaga’s neck and a tiny nose nuzzled into Nobu’s cheek. Nobunaga lifted his son into the air and held him tight in his arms. He kissed the boy’s chubby cheek, taking one more look at the moon, before turning back into his room. Nobunaga placed the tiny boy down on your shared futon, he didn't waste any time nestling himself into the arms of his beloved mother. Nobunaga climbed into the futon and wrapped his arms around his sweet little boy and beloved queen, heart filled with so much love and warmth. Nobunaga closed his eyes with a happy smile plastered across his face, despite all the struggles, trials and tribulation he had finally found his home in the two beloved people sleeping peacefully in his arms.

I hope you liked it, love! And I hope you are staying safe and well! 😊<3

#nobunaga oda fanfic #nobunaga oda #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #oda nobunaga #my weird writing #nobunaga x mc #ikesen nobunaga x reader #nobunaga x reader

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Incoherent Gideon the Ninth Whatever

So as some of you may have noticed (...) I finished Gideon the Ninth some hours ago, then went to sleep (bc apparently I still need sleep, amateur) but after waking up I'm still #shook.

So here's one of my long nosense lists (FULL SPOILERS ahead):

The whole set-up was bound to be OTP material: we spent our lives hating each other but now I gotta protect your tiny necromancer ass even if you tell me nothing and people are dying

Who was gonna tell me that necromancers, swords AND space went so well with each other?

Also the covers for these books are SO. BEAUTIFUL?

Gideon I'm-gonna-make-a-dirty-joke-even-if-everyone-ignores-me-and-people-are-dying Nav

Nav was a Niner name

Because I hate you (sure sugarlips, sure)

Griddle (really Reverend Daughter, really?)

“Ten thousand years of tradition, Griddle.” “I don’t have ten thousand years of tradition, bitch”

This. This is were I realized I would end up selling my soul for Gideon.

This and every time she put on her SUNGLASSES

"Gideon had nowhere to go and nothing to be, and no orders and no goals[...]."

When she punched the Third cavalier #draghim

"The hard moue of his mouth told her that he was used to making people feel that way, but also that he definitely used lip balm."

The things Gideon noticed, I swear

"He had the eyes of a very beautiful person, trapped in resting bitch face."

I'll never be over Palamedes Sextus

Harrow regained consciousness just to tell Palamedes he was not the greatest necromancer of his generation, and if this doesn't tell something about her, I don't know what does

"“This calls for rigor, Nav.” “Maybe rigor … mortis,” said Gideon, who assumed that puns were funny automatically."

Gideon Nav Talking Time

"Don’t go down there solo. Don’t die in a bone. I am your creature, gloom mistress. I serve you with fidelity as big as a mountain, penumbral lady."

“I am your sworn sword, night boss.”

"Gideon’s mouth was about to round out the words “bone empress” before she realised what had been said."

I never thought I would one day read something like "Teacher said that the facility was chocka with ghosts and you might die?"

Gideon "ghosts and you might die" Nav

Are we going to talk about Gideon's biceps?

“The arms kind of looked like swords. I want to fight it.” (we truly are blessed)

"My brain is always yelling at you"

When Harrow compliments Gideon sword fighting? (Asdfghjklkjhgfdsa)

Gideon: I just want to eat and sleep like a normal person

Harrow, who runs on darkness and bones apparently: what do you mean?

"I need you to trust me"

"I need you to be trustworthy"

"Too much of this shit, and they’d end up friends."

Just make out already.

I just loved Gideon fake vow of silence because for half of the book everyone considered her this fierce serious warrior nun, but this clashed so much with her inner thoughts omg

So basically "Gideon longed to say: What the fuck?"

Gideon being totally cool with Harrow sucking her life energy, #rideordie more like #rideanddie

“Nice to know that the other Houses are also creeps,”

"Why?" "Probably because you asked."

Gideon is the definition of pure of heart and dumb of ass, seriously

"“Ha-ha,” said Gideon, “first time you didn’t call me Griddle,” and died."

"Take your hand off my wif... I mean my cavalier" that's how it went right?

"Gideon wanted to say, Nonagesimus, quit the sacred-bat-black-vestal act[...]"

The respect for the Sixth House that reached the maximum when Pal and Cam destroyed the second house and served the bullies justice

DEATH FIRST TO VULTURES AND SCAVANGERS.

The power of this scene

"“You don’t talk like—how I thought you might talk"", bless the teens, I didn't understand why they were always insulted when described, but maybe it was just my sleep deprived and non-native speaker impression

"Eat me, milk man"

When Gideon and Harrow were fighting about Dulcinea, I suffered

And the stuff about the head, seriously Gideon was almost going to kill her bone empress

“It’s nearly ten thousand years old, if that’s what you mean.” “Well, I’m not,” she said. “So … what the fuck, basically.” “The ultimate question,”

"Camilla was nobody’s fool, though how she’d cuffed Harrow was going to be a tale of terror for another day."

"Gideon had prepared beforehand a fuck-you salvo so long and so loud that Harrow would have to be taken away to be killed; but then Harrow added, “Please.”"

THE POOL SCENE

"“Too many words,” said Gideon confidentially. “How about these: One flesh, one end, bitch.” The Ninth House necromancer flushed nearly black. Gideon tilted her head up and caught her gaze: “Say it, loser.” “One flesh—one end,” Harrow repeated fumblingly, and then could say no more."

Yes, yes, of course I died.

“If anything moves—” “Yaaas, I know. Let it head for Camilla.” (Gideon was wild until the end, a queen)

"I have you. We bring hell." (the tears)

"With Harrow there, suddenly it was easy, and her horror of the monster turned to the ferocious joy of vengeance. Long years of warfare meant that they each knew exactly where the other would stand—every arc of a sword, every jostling scapula. No hole in the other’s defences went unshielded. They had never fought together before, but they had always fought, and they could work in and around each other without a second’s thought."

I'm sorry but did Gideon take on a freacking Lyctor with just her sword, a broken kneecap and other wounds?

And Harrow waking up "Step off, bitch", like not on my watch

When Gideon said "I'm just me" I swear I heard my heart breaking

"Her hands were not shaking anymore" YES BUT WHAT ABOUT ME SOBBING?

The whole scene of them fighting the Lyctor, like Gideon being her smartass self until the end I cannot even

If no one ever tells my hallucination "I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it." then what's even the point

"See you one the flip side, sugarlips"

A very honorable mention:

"“He say anything?” Gideon wavered. “He said to tell you he loved you,” she said. “What? No, he didn’t.” “Okay, no, sorry. He said—he said you knew what to do?”"

This was just so real and Palamedes and Camilla were #squadgoals.

Now all I'm left with are overthinking stuff and making up theories.

Like there is NO WAY IN HELL Gideon is dead. My girl survived killing gas when she was weeks old. She woke up sore from something that should have sent her in a coma. And the fake Dulcinea telling she knew another Gideon once. Also you all suggested that the Emperor might be the evil one here (excuse my naive self, I'm slow with this stuff we don't have many conspiracy theories where I live). And hell yeah, I'm on board, let's break the shackles of the girl in the Lost Tomb and overthrow an Empire. I mean how could the Undying King not find any body, I mean Judith was dying and there were no others necromancers left on the planet.

And now my wait begins. For now:

Death first to vultures and scavengers, losers.

#gideon the ninth #incoherent whatever #gideon the ninth spoilers #tasmyn muir

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OPM s2e12 Live Blog

“The Wiping of the Disciple’s Butt”

The season finale. I’m nauseous. Lets begin.

As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone who has read the manga and webcomic.

Right where we left off. Again I love the music. I’m just like, really calm right now actually. hhhhhhhhhhhokay. OOF oh god all the crunching sound effects oh no, this is already so weird watching Garou get his ass handed to him since he’s pretty much curb stomped every other hero in battle thus far, or at the VERY LEAST avoided taking so many hits. This. is so uncomfortable to watch. WOAH ????? THESE SHOTS WERE ONLY THERE FOR A SPLIT SECOND BUT??? HOLY SHIT???

GAROU’S HAIR OH MY GOD

Oh god oh god Bang is relentless this hurts please stop guys GUYS PLZ HAS NO ONE REALISED THAT NOT ONE HERO HAS DIED CMON PLZ IT HURTS calm down stop trying to kill him plsplspls OH

THIS

IS WHY

WE STAN GAROU

HE SAYS FUCK DEATH HOW ABOUT I JUST GET STRONGER INSTEAD QUE EPIC THEME MUSIC

oh god damnit him legit running on all fours right there just looks goofy tho F “preposterous style” Bang you aint lying asdfghjkl really though OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY THIS IS SO BLESSED

WAIT

NO OPENING THEME???????????????????? WHAT?????????????????????? WHY????????????????????????? ONE, I WANTED TO SEE THE CHIBI OF THE WEEK AND 2

I WASNT PREPARED FOR MY FAVORITE DOPEY BIRD MAN THE FUCK PHOENIXMAN PLS NO ILY I know people hate him a lot but I just really dig how he feels like a fleshed out character compared to most other monsters, like he’s legit lookit him being all smart and stuff plz I just,,,,,,,,,,,, want to hug dumb fluffy birb ;-;

Woah again I’m being blown away by the animation??? Garou getting smacked around is really fluid and this just looks really cool in general?????

FUCK I CANT DO FLASHBACKS MAN JUST HEARING THE KID VOICE MAKED MY STOMACH LURCH OH NO

OH NO I SCREAM OH NO I CANT OH NO GIMME 5 MINUTES PLEASE I CANNOT BBY NO I FORGOT ADULT GAROU IS IN THE FLASHBACK WATCHING THIS TIME PLS NO

LIKE???????? I got kinda a comedic vibe watching him comment on it in the manga but the slow music and shit is just FUKKIN ME UP RIGHT NOW I HATE IT THANKS IT HURTS

oh god his face he has the seething thousand mile stare of quiet rage and its burning a hole STRAIGHT THROUGH MY ENTIRE BEING “But me I was the loner kid. Always gloomy and without friends” STOP. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT. IM CRYING AT U RIGHT NOW STOP

NO DONT HOLD HIM LET HIM GO S T O P OR SO HELP ME i can’t watch this what the fuck “I was always the loser” SHIT this legitimately hurts me “I dont want to be the monster anymore” GArou hey did you hear that part?? hEY GAROU DID YOU HEAR YOURSELF THERE???

WHAT DID I SAY WHAT THE F DID I JUST SAY STOP HOLDING HIM STOP STOPPIT THE HELL MAN What if……….. I just go BACK IN TIME AND ADOPT BB GAROU CAN I DO THAT IS THIS POSSIBLE IS THIS ALLOWED ? ?? ?

oh my god it keeps getting worse. I mean. I already knew garou was being disproportionately reprimanded for what he supposedly did, but watching this scene just fucking kicked me in the teeth. As if my stomach wasn’t already in knots. The fuck . why does this hurt so much more watching than reading the frustration in seeping into me ffffff.

This looks really cool but, i can barely focus on that because im pretty much being exsanguinated on the floor over here by this whole sequence look at him crying. do it for me cause I sure as hell can’t

“I want to strike a blow for the little guy”

Fukkin GETTEM GO GETTEM

HOLY SHIT HIS VA IS GOING T F OFF

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH LOOKIT HIM ILY SO MUCH SAVE THE DAY BIRB SAVE

ASDFGHJKL THIS IS SO INTENSE EVERYONE IS SO INTENSE I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT HOLY SHIT FUCK IM SCREAMING GAROU IS SCREAMING BANG AND BOMB SCREAMING GENOS AND EVEN PHOENIXMAN EVEN THE MUSIC IS SCREAM WE ALL JUST SC R E M

OH MY GOD AND THE LITTLE HEAD NOT GENOS AND BANG GIVE EACHOTHER SAVING THE HEROES OH MY GOD OH FUCK AND THE WAY THEY ANIMATE BANG JUMPING AROUND IS DOPE AS HELL AND ALSO HOLY SHIT ELDER CENTIPEDE I MISSED THE UNSETTLING SMOOTH CG LIKE ANIMATION FOR THE CENTIPEDES EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS JUST SCREAMING RN I AM OVERLOAD HELP

Garou flailing in the air in Phoenixman’s grip is … really adorable oh my god. “It’s your fault for not finishing them” ooooooo that shut him up didn’t it oof. Also nice cameo by Tatsumaki there

ASDFGHJKL THE MUSIC AGAIN I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM LOOK AT THEM OH MY GOD

THIS IS SO BAD ASS

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS SO BADASS

Genos’s eye static, The brother’s fists swirling, THE FUKKIN CARAPACE SHATTERING

THIS FIGHT IS SO WILD MY COMPUTER CANT EVEN TAKE IT. ITS GLITCHING AND FREEZING UP HOLY SHIT

oh god ok the face coming out of the face was pure nightmare fuel alright then

WAIT

I FORGOT GENOS IS A SELF SACRIFICING DUMBASS. NO IM NOT READY GENOS YOU DOOF LISTEN TO KUSENO LISTEN TO HIM

oh no

im crying oh no

this animation is beautiful first of all and the music like im just here this is where I’m at and I’m crying oh no

He’s an angel. A literal angel. Look at that and tell me he doesn’t look like a fucking angel in the sky with the rays of light casting shadows around him.

Genos you are too good and pure for this world but that DOESNT MEAN TRY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED

Shit they really made it look like he was gonna self destruct there for a second which MADE HIS LAST STAND EVEN MORE INTENSE OH MY GOD SWEETHEART Y’all ever get into a show because you keep seeing one character that catches your interest, and you keep seeing them pop up on your dash or wherever until you finally decide ‘well fuckit, this is the asshole that’s gonna get me to finally watch the show’, cause you’re already invested in them anyway? Genos did that for me with OPM. If this fool didn’t exist Who knows how long it would’ve taken me to get to watching OPM, if ever. And shit like this is why I STILL love him. I usually move on to new faves 90% of the time but nope. Genos earned his spot and is keeping it. Look at this insane shit. My heart. Uhg

Enough gushing asdfghjkl ok but Genos, you just went INTO THE DAMNED THING’s STOMACH,,,,, and you’re SURPRISED that there’s STOMACH ACID?? But real talk. What the EVERLONG FUCK is that thing’s insides made out of? How did it NOT DIE. the FuCK

asdfghjkl Phoenixman’s chuckle???? I love

Oh Bang no, this is wrenching my heart like I know that he doesn’t actually use his power but its built up so intensely like,,, would he be ok if he did??? and actually more concerningly since it even WAS brought up that he has some hidden true strength, will we EVER get to see that??? Oh Shit well when they word it as “All the power left to me in this life” then yeah, that seems pretty life or death ish???? THE FUCK

Oh thank god comedic relief is here I feel like i’m about to have a heart attack my chest is so tight hhhhhh ok breathe WAIT THIS ISNT COMEDIC THIS IS BADASS AS HELL JEEZUS witht he flashbacks to the Saitama encounter and THIS LOOK

The Anime is really fucking with the audience huh??? Making it look like KIngs about to throw hands like???????????? OH SHIT AND THIS MUSIC IS DOPE AS HELL TOO IM JUST laughing I have so much excessive energy right now???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHZAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLJHGFDSWERTGYHUIUJHGFDFGHJKJHGFRE THE FUKKIN SONG THEY BROUGHT IT BACK THE ULTIMATE SONG I GOT THREE NOTES IN JUST THREE NOTES AND I KNOW IM SCREAMING I GOTTA GO RUN BRB

IM STILL SCREAMING FADFJSAGFJDSLKAHVFSKLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OUR MAIN MAN THERE HE IS THERE HE IS IM GONNA THROW UP

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

OH MY FUCK THATS WHAT THE OPENING SEQUENCE EXPLOSION WAS FROM OH GOD OH FUCK BEAUTIFUL THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OH FUCK OH GOD

The REPRISE oh no oh NO OH NO OH NO NO ITS NOT OVER im not ready its not I cant no no no i dont want to press play cause if I press play it will end soon no no no Oh my god and at the end there isnt gonna be a title card for the next episode because THERE IS NO NEXT EPISODE no non o nonononon on on on ono no no no

HEY IVE BEEN RIPPED OFF. WHERES THE FACE WITH HIS HAIR BLOWN BACK??? ASDFJKL fine I cant even be mad everything else was tooo ofdbghjfshkggfhsjgbfhjka

KING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT REACTION ASDFGHJKL W H A T

WAIT THEY ARE DOING THE OPENING THEME AT THE END NO I CANT HANDLE SEEING EVERYOONE NOW OF ALL TIMES GOD DAMNIT WHY ok yknow what. I knew it would be king. I dont know how but i did

Wha

fkin cliffhanger no please no

I.. I’m kind of at a loss for words. I’m. That’s it, huh? It’s really over. It doesn’t FEEL over. There’s so much unfinished business. Well, the only way to really neatly wrap everything up as neatly as S1 did would have been to get ALL THE WAY through the Garou arc, which obviously wasn’t going to happen, but this is not a great spot to leave off if we’re going to endure another few years hiatus. My hope is that, with biweekley manga updates, we should wrap up the Monster Association/Garou stuff (assuming it doesn’t diverge from the web comic too much) some time next year, and I’m HOPING that s3 is already being planned accordingly along side manga publications. So MAYBE it will at least be announced around that time 2020. That’s my wishful thinking at least. I don’t think I can survive 3 years. anyway

You could really tell JC Staff poured their hearts and souls into these last 2 episodes. Absolutely gorgeous, paced well, so completely satisfying and making every second of s2 worth while. For me, at least. I’ve already seen people still complaining and I’m just sorry they didn’t have as much fun as I did.

Seriously, thank each and every one of you guys. This has been a wild ride, I’ve barely had this blog a few weeks before season 2 started airing (and honestly just got into opm maybe a month before that?), so I owe a lot of the success on the blog to the anime I bet. This was the first series I’ve never tried live bogging, and I honestly can’t believe that they were as popular as they were? Especially since I never have any idea what I’m doing but yall listen to me ramble anyway?? Yall are crazy thank you so so so much. Now my tuesdays are gonna feel really empty… next week is gonna be weird as hell. Though I’m gonna get mad nostalgic good vibes rewatching this season in the future in no small part from sharing my experience with everyone who's stuck around. I can’t say see yall next week this time, but, see you next season whenever it may be for sure.

#live blogging #one punch man #opm #season 2 #finale #spoilers #garou #Saitama #genos #bang #bomb #phoenixman #anime #king #long post #im so sad right now oh my god #opmiss mumbling #s2e12

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kurogabae · 5 years

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TSUBASA: TRAINWRECK CHRONICLES

And How Bee Train is Single-Handedly Propagating Cancel Culture in This the Year of Our Lord 2020

PART 1 – PART 2 – PART 3 – PART 4 -- PART 5

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So last post was all filler episodes and we're well into season two of this, and I cannot stress this enough, two season anime. The only canon arc we've had was Piffle so far and it was poorly handled and out of order. Surely, absolutely surely, we are in for a canon arc. Shara perhaps? Skip right to Le Court? We all know they'd never dare touch Tokyo. How are they going to pad out the rest of the season?

Why another filler. A bad filler. The dreaded filler that goes against pretty much all of Fai's everything.

It's "A Date With a Wizard" and Kurogane isn't the one getting the date. If you haven't watched or heard of this episode before, buckle up kids. It's a doozy. And big spoiler warnings ahead.

Fort City Bit AKA Fai Dates His Own Fucking Mom (but like an AU version so it's okay I guess???):

You read that right. Fai goes on a date with this world's version of Chii, who was an artificial being he modeled after his dead mother. I could end the rant here but oh, there is so much to this. So much. It's only one episode long but it feels like an eternity.

The premise for magic use in this world is that:

Everyone has magic and that magic is specialized

Your career path is based on your magic's specialization. Like in MLP with cutie marks. And everyone is Fine with this.

Everyone recharges their magic via the sun, which is risen by their king

The king is chosen yearly after everyone in the country has the same fucking dream one night

The whole country runs on magic, to the point that if there is no magic there is no food, no power, no anything. But that's fine, because every day they get recharged by the sun. Right? WRONG! Because the current king is being a depressed little shit and refuses to raise the sun, effectively dooming the country to a slow death. Neat.

BUT BEFORE ALL OF THAT! The episode opens with Fai having a nightmare about Ashura looming like he's auditioning for a role in Attack on Titan. Vague and menacing, which is literally all we know about Ashura because we know nothing about Fai's past. And we never will. At least not in anime-land. No one knows anything. The manga isn't pulling this fakey flashback shit, so why is the anime? I don't know, but I hate it!

Anyway, the family gets the low down from Touya and Yukito - who still do not recognize Sakura and that upsets me because of the implications that there is no Sakura in this universe. (Sidenote: Kurogane recognizes them, even though he's never met them in the anime so far so honestly, just fuck everything.) While Touya is feeding them a frankly lavish meal that he's magiced up he explained their king problems. This leads to my next issue - if you're so worried about running out of magic why are you using it so flippantly and in such an extra ass way? Can you not make normal food? Does it only exist in magic form? Maybe just summon some soup? Does all food cost the same amount of mana? THIS MAGIC SYSTEM IS BAD!

So, back to the whole the king is too sad to raise the sun which powers everyone's magic which is now beginning to run low. Another problem I have. You get a recharge on your magic everyday. They have not gotten ANY recharges for, and I'm quoting here, months. They change kings every year. So even on the low end of things we're looking at 3-4 months before anyone got concerned about the king just. Not raising the sun. Personally, I would have gotten worried after a few days, a week at most. No one wanted to go and find out like "Hey your highness, why no sun? What's got you down?"

That, however, would be logical. This is a place of magic and whimsy! Not logic. Fai is asked to use his magic to figure out what is wrong with their king. Predictably, he tells them they have a better chance of meeting god, so everyone gets thrown in jail. Because refusing to solve a country's weird problems is illegal. Not that jail has ever stopped them before. Not with Kurogane and his muscles around. And while I am always up for watching Kurogane break things I do have to wonder - why are they not just warping free? Mokona said there was no feather. No one said anything about being magically held back. And yet, they are running through the castle, endangering themselves and the children!!!

Obviously this is For Plot Reasons, and I use the words "plot" and "reasons" loosely here.

Somehow the kitties and puppies get separated and Fai and Sakura end up surrounded by guards. Does Fai finally fight? Does he open that can of whoop ass we all know he's been saving? No. He leaps into the air and takes flight like some sort of stork. And while Fai's current cocky attitude is refreshing, he's working on some sort of idiot bimbo in a horror movie logic of "to escape the building I must do upstairs". This is not a man made to last on his own.

And, like Shrek to Fiona, the stairs lead him to the highest room in the tallest tower. Fai, then, promptly loses his shit as if he's not fully aware that doubles exist across the multiverse. Like, yeah, it would be a shock and anyone would be freaked out at the sudden surprise of it all, but Fai acts like he thinks he's stepped back into Celes. Like an idiot. He's better than this.

Now, we learn more things about this messed up king situation. Not only does everyone have a dream every year electing the new monarch, but the new king gets their memory erased for the whole year so that they can "rule with a pure heart" or some shit. Which seems like a baaaad fucking way to run.... anything. At all. Ever. Might as well pick up a fresh baby and put it in charge. It's bad. And it gets worse.

Chii is sad, but she wants to hang out with Fai and it's the first time she's shown any interest in doing anything but being Sad so her babysitter spirits are all like "Oh that's neat!" And Fai takes this is his chance to just... run off for a night on the town with her? They literally vanish and leave Sakura ALONE IN THE CASTLE WITH THE SAME SPIRITS WHO JAILED THEM. In what fucking universe????

Look, they are trying so so so so so so hard to sell this FaiChii shit. Fai leaves Sakura alone in a castle where they have just busted out of jail, he has no idea where or how Kurogane and Syaoran are, he's clearly uncomfortable around Chii as she reminds him of what he's running from, and, oh yeah, she's a copy of his dead mother he created in another world in order to comfort him and his dead brother as a child. Everything is Fine. Let's go get tea.

I'm gonna rapid fire some S tier bullshit:

no one knows where Chii has taken Fai - why is there no way to track your baby-brained king?

Fai leaves with Chii happily and cheerily, again, leaving Sakura behind and alone - who is this man because it isn't Fai

the only clue they have to Fai and Chii's location is that they are no longer on castle grounds, yet somehow Syaoran knows Exactly Where to Look - because sure why not?

Chii doesn't know how to drink???? - does this happen with every king? do they have to be potty trained too? omg they really are babies this is a terribly way to run a country!!!!!!

teaching someone basic life functions is not romantic but Bee Train sure wants us to think it is

"I want to stay with Fai forever and always." - at least he panics at commitment still... and probably incest

“I should be thanking you. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way.” - What? Uncomfortably reminded of your past and why your life is just shy of a living hell? Who are you? You are not Fai

Kurogane and Syaoran show up to save Fai and Chii, who have been surrounded by guards (I think, I can't remember exactly but I'm pretty sure they're there to take her back to the castle and her Sad Room). Fai apparently won't fight in front of Chii but whatever at this point.

It comes out that Chii is an artificial soul/being (like the Chii in Celes) and because of that she cannot leave the town or she DIES and that means the king dies and I guess they don't have a back up plan for that. Unsurprising but bad. Still, Chii begs Fai to take her away and show her the world and Fai like... hesitates? Thinks about it? Considers it?!?!? I dunno but he doesn't automatically say "Uh no, you'll die and also I have other shit to do, bye" and that's dumb for a lot of reasons.

Eventually he tells her no and convinces her to bring the sun back and be happy because she'll be able to remember him or some shit (you know, unless they take those memories too!) and they all say goodbye. And I couldn't be more thankful.

Honestly, the real MVP here is Kurogane for not just losing his shit at all of this like I have. He's a better man than I.

Tune in next time as I continue to scream, in vain, at god.

PART 1 – PART 2 – PART 3 – PART 4 -- PART 5

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theangriestpea · 5 years

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Crowned : two

Summary: Two blonde princesses, two dark-haired princes, and one plotting marquess. Lily is in love with a secret admirer. Shanna doesn’t want to ascend to the throne. Jughead wants to spend the day writing poetry. Sweet Pea would rather be out on his horse. And Reggie just wants to be king. <ao3> <masterlist>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC, Jughead Jones x OC

Word Count: 5.9k+

Warnings: smut (now with actual plot!), unprotected sex (wrap it up xoxo)

A/N: Lavender is Shanna’s nickname. I didn’t establish that very well.

Part Two: Second Chances

In the royal flower garden a young princess sat with her battered sketchbook, pencil moving across the page furiously. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration, flicking up to look at the white daisies in front of her before going back down to the page. She quickly realized in frustration that she wasn’t outlining flowers but rather a handsome face. After a brief pause, she let out a small sigh and went back to her work. Tracing the lines from the memory of the ball two nights ago.

“Mind if I see?” A voice called out to her from the other side of the flower bed she was sitting in front of. She quickly recognized it as the subject of her drawing. In an instant the book was pressed against her chest to keep him from seeing it.

Jughead gave her a curious look as he moved through the path so he could stand in front of her. “You’re in my light.” She said passively and he took a step to the side so that he was no longer blocking the sun. Even without the obstruction, she still didn’t put her book down in fear that he’d see his own face on the white paper.

“Your sister said I had to make things up to you.” The prince said in a faraway voice. Lily’s green orbs dared to look at him. There was a dreamy look on his face as if he were imagining something sweet…or maybe not too sweet. Maybe it was sultry. Her pale cheeks flushed pink.

“For what?” Lily asked, playing dumb. She turned so she could continue to sketch away from his prying eyes. It was hard to resist looking up at him for reference. Instead she kept with her visual memory of their dance. Pencil working feverishly to fill in his dark hair.

Jughead watched her. His eyes softened at the sight of her doing something that put her at ease. “Confessing to you, I suppose.” He said. When he told Shanna he’d make it up to her, he meant that he’d find a way to apologize for pining after her sister. He wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by saying he had to make it up to Lily instead.

“How do you plan on doing that exactly?” Lily asked with an edge of frustration on her voice. Her eyes flicked up to his face for a brief moment before looking back down and adjusting the drawn image.

Jug ran a tongue across his lower lip in thought. He attempted to keep his thoughts pure, but he was a teenage boy after all. It was difficult and she was just too beautiful. “Writing you another poem.” He finally replied, pulling the neatly folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to her.

Lily looked at him again, her eyes lingering this time in disbelief. He was seriously giving her another love note? Then again, her sister did tell her she could do what she wished in regards to her fiancé. The whole situation was so messed up.

She closed her sketch book and gingerly grabbed the paper, opening it up to read the neatly written lines inside. It was his usual brand of off-white parchment embossed with intricate swirls. She didn’t know it but he had it specially made for letters he only wrote to her. It was unique.

Her fingers swept over the delicate embellishments before beginning to read the first few lines. As always she quickly became engrossed into the fine lettering and detailed wording.

He likened her image to a virgin goddess: young, beautiful, and naïve. Her hair was the sun, her face the moon, and her eyes the stars. The biggest, brightest stars in the galaxy that he had hoped would only twinkle for him.

This poem wasn’t like his usual. It wasn’t as short and sweet and romantic. It was exhilarating the way he described the curve of her waist, the shape of her breasts, and the length of her legs. Now not only were the brush of her cheeks pink, but her entire face heated as he wrote about her body and soul with a clear and fiery passion.

It ended with how he wanted to protect this holy being he thought was her. How he wanted no harm to ever come to her. No darkness to ever touch her heart. No pain to creep into her veins. And especially no tears to wet her eyes as she mourned the loss of her freedom. Because in the end, she wasn’t the only one losing someone. He was losing her too.

Lily looked up at him with eyes glazed with a fresh set of painful emotions. The sight sent a pang of anguish through his chest. He had a feeling it would be too much. Maybe he shouldn’t have written it at all. Maybe he should have avoided her and married Shanna and lived his life.

However, in the prince’s heart he knew that not to be true. He had to confess his feelings or they would fester inside of him, growing into blackened weeds of resentment. It may have been selfish and unkind to put her through this turmoil, but in the end he just wanted her to know that she was loved.

“Jug…” She mumbled, but before she could say anything else, the prince dipped down to place his lips upon hers. She imagined her first kiss would be Sweet Pea and no his brother. Panic flooded her mind as she tried to think of how people kissed in the movies she had seen.

It was soft, gentle, and slow. Jughead didn’t press her any further for the first few moments. He pulled away before kissing her again, unable to stop himself as the feeling of her lips against his gave him a rush that he’d never felt before.

Lily opened her mouth first, innocently trying to force air into her lungs but Jughead took it as an invitation. He prodded her lips with his tongue, not daring to venture inside of her mouth just yet. He could feel her hesitation before the tip of her tongue met his.

Their muscles entwined together, Jughead put a hand to the back of her head to steady her as one of her hands reached up to caress the side of his face. Lily couldn’t stop the small moan that came from her mouth at the feeling of light exploding inside of her mind. It was just as every cheesy romance novel she had secretly read described it.

After a few minutes the two finally separated for air, looking at one another with eyes hooded with lust. No words were said as they breathed deeply. Lily’s hand slid down his neck to rest on his shoulder. “We can’t do this.” She finally said, trying to make sense of her emotions. “It’s not right.”

“What is ever right about love?” Jughead asked eloquently, his eyes shining down on hers. Before he could say anything else she was kissing him again.

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Shanna finished out shoveling the last of the droppings from Hades’ stall. The Joneses were to be staying at the castle until the wedding preparations had been finalized. Though she had managed to ignore Sweet Pea since their midday race the day before, she had a feeling she’d run into him here where she was serving her sentence.

Of course she could have just batted her eyelashes at Dilton and had him do it, since it was his job, but she decided to prove to the dark prince that she could do a bit of manual labor. She wiped the sweat off of her forehead before glancing at the few blisters starting to form on her soft fingers.

“Oh? You’re actually doing it?” Prince Sweet Pea asked, leaning against the frame of the door to the stall. “Here I thought you’d make your slave do it.”

“He’s not my slave.” Shanna hissed, turning to meet his gaze. She had dirt smeared across her face now from wiping it with the back of her hand. “And by the way, I touched your horse.”

“I told you not to touch him!” Sweet Pea snapped at her angrily, quickly finding Hades in the stall next to Persephone. The two horses were grooming one another, making soft noises of affection. A disgusted look crossed his face at the two horses. “You put them beside each other?!”

“Yes. They were calling to one another. Who am I to deny Persephone her first love?” Shanna said, joking towards the end as she grabbed a bale of straw to replace what she took out. She cut it with a knife before starting to spread it over the bare spots.

Sweet Pea snorted, trying not to watch her ass as she bent over. Why did she always have to wear such tight pants when she was in the stable? This was a crime against humanity, he thought. “They’re not in love. She’s probably just in season and wants his dick.”

Shanna glanced at him over her shoulder, noticing where his eyes were looking. She narrowed her gaze at him, “please. Persephone isn’t some hopeless mare in need of a good lay. She’s a classy lady.”

He wasn’t sure if they were still actually talking about their horses or if their conversation had transcended to metaphors about them instead. “Right. Well your classy lady still lost to my stallion.”

“Because she was distracted by how good he looked.” Shanna replied, finishing up laying the hay. “I propose a new race. I will ride one of my other horses. One of that won’t get distracted. A champion runner that is one of the most important horses in all of the kingdom.” There was a proud smile on her face and a determined look in her eyes. The prince was having trouble finding a reason to say no.

“What are the stakes?” Pea asked, giving her a serious look as she turned fully to face him, hand on her hip. The tank top she was wearing didn’t leave anything to the imagination either. He licked his bottom lip slowly.

Shanna watched him, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of his tongue. “Winner owes the loser a favor. They can ask for anything.” She replied as her eyes connected with his, “what do you say?”

“What could you possibly do for me if I won?” Sweet Pea asked with a snort.

“Oh, Pea. I could do so many things.” Shanna said suggestively as she walked by him, her arm brushing against his. “If you’re too chicken shit, then I understand. No one has ever beat Hermes in a race.”

Of course he couldn’t just let her go after that declaration. “Fine. Same trip as before. We’ll race to the river. Whoever wins owes the other a favor of any kind.”

She smirked at him before going over to the stall and the end of the row. “Hermes, you ready for a run today?” He poked his head over the door and nuzzled the side of her head, making her laugh. “That’s a yes.”

“Are you going to saddle up your own horse this time?” Sweet Pea asked as he started grabbing the tack he used for Hades.

Shanna rolled her eyes as she moved to grab equipment as well. “Yes. I don’t ride Hermes as often because he’s not exclusively mine. I just take care of him during peace time.”

Sweet Pea started getting Hades ready, noticing his stallion was more interested in the mare next to him. He shot his steed an annoyed look. “He’s a warhorse?”

“Are you a war horse?” She asked Hermes in a joking tone. Hermes just snorted a reply. “Hermes happens to be the best war horse in all of Riverdale. When information is too sensitive to be sent over radio or phone, it’s sent by horse. Hermes specifically. He has the fastest record in all of the kingdom. He doesn’t get distracted by anything. He listens to no one but his rider.”

“He’s a gelding.” Sweet Pea surmised. “Isn’t distracted by mares that are in season.”

Shanna smiled, petting the horse lovingly, “yes. It’s a shame, he’d father some great foals. But ultimately it made it easier for whoever was delivering the message to handle him. He didn’t lose an ounce of speed though, did you, boy?” She asked. Hermes shook his head in response.

“He won’t beat a stallion bred for war.” Sweet Pea said in a smug tone. “You’re on. And when I win, you better be ready.”

She turned her back to him with a smirk on her face. “We’ll see.”

They quietly readied their horses, getting to work to prepare them for the race. Each one was sure they were going to win. And they knew exactly what they wanted from the other. Whoever won would get a very nice prize.

Lav mounted her horse and took him to the invisible starting line. Sweet Pea was right behind her on Hades. Both dark horses lined up. Hades was clearly antsy compared to the collected Hermes. She wondered if it was because he didn’t want to be away from his new beau.

They counted down together and like last time, at one they two horses burst forward. In the first few moments, Hades had the lead. He was a full body length ahead of Hermes. Shanna did this on purpose, letting the stallion wear himself out sooner rather than later.

After they reached the midpoint, she dug her heels into Hermes’ sides. The thoroughbred sprung into a full gallop. He quickly caught up to Hades and took the lead. Sweet Pea looked at the princess as she rode by. He glared at the proud look on her face.

Shanna and Hermes were the first to make it to the edge of the river. He let out an excited whinny, trotting around in a circle in a kind of victory dance as the others joined him.

Sweet Pea was giving her a dirty look as Hades snorted in anger at his own defeat. “Looks like I win.” The princess said while smirking at him. She started to walk Hermes back to the stable in the same way that they had come. She petted his neck affectionately and murmured to him how good he was.

The prince walked his horse next to hers. “What do you want?” He asked, obviously frustrated that he had lost and now had to do something for her. He had always been a sore loser. It was so bad that his brother usually just let him win to avoid his temper. Shanna wasn’t about to baby him though. She could face his temper just fine.

“I’ll tell you when we get back.” She said cryptically. “You can’t do it from on top of your horse anyway.” The blonde looked thoroughly pleased with herself, her face not showing how hard her heart was thumping inside of her chest. She wanted to chalk it up to the exhilaration of the race but deep down she knew the truth. Despite their deal he could still tell her no. She handled rejection just as well as he handled losing.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “You’re stalling.” He said snappishly, wanting to get whatever benign task it was she wanted him to do over with. He figured it’d be something humiliating or demeaning, perhaps something worse than just cleaning out a horse stall.

Shanna shrugged in response, staying quiet as she focused on controlling her breathing to calm herself down. “When you’re done brushing him down, meet me at the last stall on the end.” She finally instructed. “Then I’ll tell you what I want you to do.”

He quirked a brow at her, curious by how reserved she seemed to be acting all of a sudden. It seemed out of character for the usually lively princess.

No more words were exchanged the rest of the way. Lavender took Hermes to his usual stall while Sweet Pea opted to put Hades back next to Persephone just to pacify him. They made sure the horses had plenty of water to drink as they removed the tack and brushed them down. It was quiet in the stable besides the occasional animal snorting or nickering.

The princess finished first. She didn’t bother to look at Sweet Pea as she walked to the other end of the stable and into the stall at the end. He watched her, still curious as to why she was being so quiet but simultaneously being frustrated with his loss.

A few moments later he joined her. She moved to stand in front of him, looking up with a sheen in her eyes that he could have sworn was lust. “What do you want?” He asked again, trying to sound annoyed instead of worried.

“Fuck me.” Lav said, doing her best to sound confident. She was hoping he would say yes. She wanted this so bad, wanted to feel something besides the torment of knowing she’d been married off soon enough to someone her sister was in love with. Lily was getting cozy with Jughead, why couldn’t she get cozy with his brother?

He looked at her, completely confounded. “I’m not deflowering my brother’s fiancée!” He quickly replied, his neck turning an almost indiscernible shade of pink. He voice was hard and made it clear that he was aggravated by her request.

Shanna bit her lip nervously, her chest aching. “You wouldn’t be.” She said in a low voice. The prince’s eyes widened in surprise. She wasn’t a virgin? The king had assured them that both his daughters hadn’t been touched. Not that Sweet Pea or Jughead cared. It was just part of the deal. He wasn’t sure if he really believed her or not.

Honestly the only thing stopping Pea was the reason he just gave her. He wasn’t sure how to tell her no, especially by how hurt she looked just then. Now his chest was aching too. “Why do you want me to fuck you?”

“Because the servants say you’re good in bed and I want to see for myself.” She replied, telling only half the truth. “You have to do it, you lost.” She added sternly in an attempt to make him change his mind. She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head just to show how determined she was to get him to have sex with her.

His eyes traveled to her breasts and the snake shaped scar over the right one. He wondered what it would feel like to kiss it. Run his tongue along the S shape and listen to the sounds that came out of her mouth from him doing it.

Lav reached around her back and unclasped her white bra, taking it off as well to fully expose her chest to him in an unabashed manner. Sweet Pea stared at her a moment longer before leaning down and kissing her hungrily, giving in to his inner desires that he had been keeping under lock and key for longer than he’d like to admit.

She grabbed either side of his face, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to enter it. He picked her up by her thighs and slammed her back against the side of the barn. They eagerly kissed in a mash of lips, tongue, and teeth. Sweet Pea broke away to leave a hot trail of wet, sloppy kisses down her jaw and neck. The marks that he left elicited a sweet moan from her moistened lips.

Since she was pinned against the wall and his body and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he was able to move a hand up to grope her breast. He brushed a thumb over her scar, feeling the ridges before pinching her nipple. Shanna let out a small gasp, clenching her thighs even tighter around him.

Pea’s lips were on her shoulder. He bit down aggressively to leave a mark there as well and she whined in response. Her hands threaded through his thick, dark hair.

Sweet Pea normally devoured any woman he was with fully. He went at them hard until they screamed his name repeatedly. Tortured them until they begged for relief. He didn’t think that would be the correct approach here. Not only did he have doubts about her having sex before but she was also the crown princess. He couldn’t treat her like a chambermaid or village commoner. Sure he’d show her a good time still but it had to be…different.

Of course, in that case he really shouldn’t be having sex with her inside of the royal stable but she didn’t give him much of a choice on location. While lost in thought, he felt her lift up his shirt. He pulled away from her momentarily to peel it off. Her hands were on him in an instant, running along his pectorals and down his toned stomach. He grabbed hold of her thighs against to change positions.

She frowned and let out a whine when he set her down. Sweet Pea grabbed a nearby horse blanket and laid it down. Shanna realized what he was doing and gave him a quizzical look. He was not acting like he did in the stories she had heard of him at all. Being a gentleman wasn’t really his thing.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, his tone a little more serious. He looked her over, the flush of her cheeks and puffiness of her kissed lips made her look like a porcelain doll that he could break if he wanted to. Of course, that would be a terrible idea.

Shanna rolled her eyes and unceremoniously took off her boots before sitting down on the blanket. She laid out for him, looking like a sinful angel. “Are you going to fuck me or what?” She asked, her annoyance with him evident in her tone.

The prince shot her a look before getting down on his knees between her legs. He leaned over her, planting his hands on either side of her torso. His lips roved over her breast where his fingers had been not long before. They found her scar again and he kissed it just as he imagined himself doing when she first took off her shirt.

She mewled in response. A delicate sound that made his pants feel tight from his growing erection. He dragged his tongue over the serpentine line before descending to her nipple that was already hard from his previous stimulation.

He enveloped the bud with his mouth, sucking lightly as his freed hands moved to her pants. He unbuttoned them before slowly dragging down the zipper. A whimper of anticipation vibrated in Shanna’s throat as she felt her core getting wetter from his actions.

“Pea,” She mumbled softly in an attempt to hurry him along. Sweet Pea’s response was to tug her pants down. Lav repositioned her legs so he could take them off. Once free of the tight fabric, she spread her legs for him once more.

He eyed her crisp white underwear as he pulled away from her. He wanted to ask if she was truly not a virgin then why was she wearing white, it didn’t seem to match up to him. Then again she did have to uphold the image that she was one or else her father would find out. That wouldn’t bode well for her or whoever supposedly took her innocence from her.

Sweet Pea suddenly wrestled with the consequences of what those might be if it was actually him doing it. Would his adoptive father disown him? His brother was pining after Lily so certainly he wouldn’t be upset. Then again she was promised to him. Thoughts of doubt ran through his head as his thumb brushed over the elastic band of her undergarments.

Shanna was giving him a frustrated look, noticing that he seemed lost in thought. She sat up slightly, reaching down to cup his growing hard-on through his pants. He let out a grunt in response, dark eyes shooting up to meet hers. “Stop stalling. You owe me.” Her voice was hard and demanding, something you’d expect from a princess who usually got her way.

She released him only to unbutton his pants and slide down his zipper. Sweet Pea gently pushed her back down so that she could no longer reach anything him. A pout formed on her pink lips. “You want to touch me that bad?” The prince asked her, his voice dipping low as he pulled off her underwear finally so that she was completely naked beneath him.

“Is it wrong that I do?” Lavender questioned as he ran a finger along her dampened lower lips. A whimper escaped her, anticipation rising at the thought of his fingers diving into her. He teased a slow circle around her clit, causing it to engorge even more than it already was. She clenched her teeth to keep from making another sound.

Sweet Pea contemplated her question. The obvious answer was yes. They were both betrothed to other people. However, he knew Jughead was still actively pursuing Lily. It wouldn't be fair if he got to deflower both girls while Sweet Pea was just stuck with one. It was an equal exchange, right? Maybe not to the king but between princes it was. So…was it really wrong?

“Yes.” He concluded, drawing another shape against her most sensitive bundle of nerves. It was wrong but that’s probably what made it so tantalizing. Despite his conclusion he couldn’t pull himself away. He was completely entranced be the idea that he was doing something he absolutely should not be doing.

The prince’s words didn’t match his actions as he was taking his pants off with his free hand, freeing his erect penis from the confines of his dark jeans. His boxers went with them, his face leaning down to be right in front of hers.

They kissed again, even more roughly this time. As their tongues danced and he showed his dominance, he slipped a finger into her core to test the waters. Shanna moaned into the kiss, her fingers entwining with his hair and pulling it in a show of desperation.

A growl rumbled in the base of Sweet Pea’s throat, his finger moving inside of her to find her inner cluster of nerves. He felt around, waiting until her moans went up an octave when he hit the spot he was looking for. Shanna couldn’t help but squirm against him as he continued to rub her g-spot while thrusting his finger in and out.

His fingers were slick from how wet she was. His kisses moved from her lips and to her jaw, nipping at it possessively. The princess was writhing beneath him, a knot of pressure building in the pit of her stomach.

Sweet Pea pulled his finger out, causing her to groan in disappointment. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. He used the natural lubricant now on his fingers to spread across his tip and shaft. He prepped himself, making sure he was ready before positioning himself at her entrance.

Shanna spread her legs more to accommodate him. Her eyes hazed with ardor and lust. He slowly pushed into her in case she was indeed a virgin. He didn’t want to hurt her on her first time. There was a moment of discomfort on her face as he went all the way in until his hips met hers. It passed briefly and Shanna was moaning again.

She had been telling the truth.

He put one hand next to her side to prop himself up. The other was on her thigh, guiding her leg to wrap around his waist. He gave as shallow thrust, listening intently to the hungry whine that came out of her.

His eyes met hers as he started at an easy pace. His strokes long and fluid, skin meeting skin with a definitive smack. Her hands were on his shoulders, grip tightening with every thrust. “More, Pea,” She moaned as her face flushed, “I need more.”

Sweet Pea’s hold on her thigh was probably going to leave a bruise as he used the touch to try and restrain himself. He kept reminding himself that this was a princess he was with and he couldn’t just pound her into the ground like he wanted to. Her begging him caused him to increase his pace, hitting her a little harder at the end of each movement.

He kept up his speedy thrusts, going a little harder time after time until he couldn’t hold back. He released her thigh to hold himself up with both hands to give him more leverage. She kept it wrapped around him loosely, her hips elevated enough to keep the same angle. Her moans were so heavenly to his ears. It was the most pleasing sound he’d ever heard. None of his previous partners could make a noise that egged him on as much as hers did. It was driving him wild.

Tension released in Shanna’s core, pleasure exploding from her abdomen and reaching to the end of ever fingertip. The horses were whinnying in response to the sounds they were making, causing her senses to overload completely. She lost her voice as her body pulsed. Her nails were dug so deeply into his flesh that he knew she’d be leaving her own mark on him too.

Sweet Pea’s once fluid movements became more ragged and frantic. Soon he was moaning with her too, his heated seed spilling deep inside of her and warming her up from the inside. Her mind was too clouded with ecstasy to even comprehend the possible consequences. Her head lulled to the side as she attempted to catch her breath.

He gently pulled out of her, rolling to lay beside her on the blanket. His arms moved to wrap around her, bringing her close so that she could lay her head on his chest. His body was acting on its own, his own mind cloudy from his orgasm.

They basked in the afterglow, holding one another in an almost sweet embrace. One of Shanna’s legs was draped over his thigh, her arm around his waist as she nuzzled his chest. She didn’t know what she was doing either. It was just happening.

As contentedness spread through Sweet Pea’s veins, his closed eyes suddenly flew open. He was not a cuddly person. He didn’t cuddle after sex. He didn’t hold his prospect and drift into slumber. He always slid out of their bed and went back to his own. What in the hell was he doing with her? He did what she asked, so why was he staying? He realized he was enjoying this too much for his own good.

He managed to pull her away from him and stood up. Shanna looked up at him with a confused expression as he quickly got dressed, sloppily throwing on his boxers and pants. He grabbed his shirt and was pulling it over his head before she said something. “What are you doing?” She asked, a twinge of pain in her strained voice. They were having a moment, weren’t they?

“This wasn’t part of the favor.” He replied, his voice much sharper than he intended. He was so irritated by the tightness in his chest that he couldn’t explain. The way his heart was thudding so loudly in his ears was a complete mystery. He needed to leave before she got the wrong idea. “I fucked you, so now I’m leaving.”

Shanna sat up, still not quite understanding what has happening. He wrapped his arms around her first, not the other way around. To be suddenly ripped from his warmth made her feel like she was being abandoned. Like she was just used.

He turned his back to her so he didn’t have to see the look on her face. She was speechless, unable to say anything to him as he quickly left. For a moment she sat there in complete shock before her eyes began to water.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she quickly gathered her clothes and clumsily put them on. She stood up, legs shaking still from the intensity of the orgasm he’d given her. Christ, why did he have to be so good to her and then so horrible? She didn’t understand. What had she done to deserve this kind of treatment?

Once dressed she walked out of the stall, not even bothering to pick up the blanket. Hades and Persephone were looking over their stall doors at her curiously. Another pang of pain rattled her chest as she saw the two together. She quickly turned away from them and rushed out of the stable to find her sister.

Unbeknownst to the royals, there had been a third person down at the other end of the stable tending to one of the horses. He couldn’t stop the cruel smile from spreading across his lips. What a perfect turn of events.

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Lavender quickly found Lily in her room, humming happily to herself. “Lils…” She mumbled sadly. Hearing the tone of the familiar voice, Lily turned around to see the broken expression on her sister’s face.

“Lavie? What happened?” She asked, quickly taking the few steps needed to meet her. Shanna dissolved into her arms, head on her shoulder as she softly cried. Lily put her arms around her, rubbing her back in and attempt to soothe her sadness.

Shanna knew if she told Lily what happened, then she risked her sister thinking differently of her. Would she care that she wasn’t a virgin? Probably not but there was always a chance. She felt so incredibly lost in her emotions.

In the end she decided to just let it out, “I slept with Sweet Pea.” She stuttered, hiccuping back more sobs. She felt Lily stiffen against her, trying to process the information that she just received.

“Wait, what? You slept with…what?” Lily asked, thinking that surely she had misheard her sibling. There was no way that she could have slept with her fiancé. Despite all the times she dreamily stated how good he was supposedly in bed. It clicked that maybe that should have been a sign that her sister wasn’t as innocent as she thought her to be.

“He just left.” Lav said, “At first he started to hold me but then he just shoved me away and left. I don’t- I don’t know what I did. What did I do, Lily?” Her words were cut off by more tears. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying loud enough for anyone else to hear.

Lily was silent as she continued to rub her back. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Sweet Pea is a pig.” She said, deciding not to address the fact that her sister wasn’t a virgin like she was. That was a conversation for another time.

Shanna suddenly went quiet, “he’s right. Jughead is never going to care about me the way he cares about you. No one is ever going to care about me.” She whispered, baring her fears to her best friend.

Anger surged through Lily. A fire lit in her heart at the thought of someone causing her sister this much pain. Sweet Pea was not going to get away with this. He was going to pay.

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ravenofthefandoms · 5 years

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Here are my thoughts on S8E2!

REAL QUICK THO AN ANGRY REMINDER

If you’re gonna post about an episode after watching the leak TAG UR SHIT I saw way too many spoilers and literally two hours before it aired. If you can’t tag ur shit then don’t post at all until it’s over. At least then most people have seen it. If you don’t tag ur shit then ur legally an asshole so be careful

ANYWAYS Thoughts from S8E2:

- Hi yeah did Dany kinda forget that her dad was the Mad King or is she just gonna act like she’s the only one with the right to want Jaime dead?

- Also I love how she’s like “your sister lied to me wut you gonna do about it”

- She needs to step oFF of Tyrion

- I hope Jaime really does slit Dany’s throat tbh how great would that be

- Bran is great fuckin hilarious

- YAS BRIENNE DEFEND YO MANZ

- God I love Sansa so freaking much 😭 she actually values her advisors opinions unlike another queen I know

- I love how Dany expects Jon to be like “yeah babe whatever you want” and then he’s like “nah Sansa’s right”

- Grey Worm I love you but you’re not intimidating buddy I’m sorry

- Jonno does a 10/10 walkout

- Tyrion you don’t deserve this work environment abuse go give your wisdom to someone else who deserves it

- Mmmmmmm Gendry what a man

- “It’s strong enough” what ur dick?

- “What do they smell like?” What kinda question is that wtf

- PSA: sharp objects handled by Arya Stark turn on Gendry pass it on

- Arya Stark, Queen of BDE

- Fuck yes I love this Bran and Jaime reunion

- Bran is like it’s chill tbh it’s like a good thing that you pushed me out the window and made me a cripple cuz now we’re here and I’m a magical motherfucker

- Bran is the most understanding person ever after he became the Three Eyed Raven

- “She’s your new queen too” mmm no

- Actually, contrary to popular belief Tyrion, it’s not hard to blame her

- Tyrion is both smart and a dumbass at the same time how the fuck

- Jaime’s like a dog who just heard a squirrel like “????brienne?????”

- Podrick isn’t a boy anymore HE IS MY MANZ AND HUSBAND AND HOLY FUCK HE GOT HOT SO FAST LIKE THE LIGHT FACIAL HAIR? WET. SWORD FIGHTING SKILLS? WET.

- Awww Brienne and Jaime are like the awkward high schoolers who have a thing for each other

- Why does Jorah still call her Khaleesi

- I’m glad Jorah isn’t a dumb bitch. Like he literally betrayed Dany to her brother’s killer and she still forgave him but Tyrion decides to trust his sister for once??? Nope he fucked up too bad not trustworthy

- Uhhh the position wasn’t Jorah’s to be stolen

- This scene is proof that Daensa will never happen and I am glad for it

- “I wish I could have that kind of faith in my advisors” uhh??? Maybe get some new advisors then??? You should trust them??? That’s why they’re your advisors????

- PREACH SANSA CLAPBACK ON THAT BITCH BEING A HYPOCRITE

- Uh no a) the northerners accept Sansa pretty well they actually like her and b) you’re not doing a damn good job of it dumb bitch

- Uh the family that destroyed Sansa was your family dumb bitch

- Is this bitch really making the excuse that she was manipulated?¿?

- This bitch big stupid

- This scene literally reminds me of high school like Dany literally reminds me of those fake ass bitches who were sickly sweet just to get what they want from me like wtf Dany is so obviously fake that it makes me cringe

- BREAKER OF CHAINS MY ASS THE NORTH BROKE THEIR OWN CHAINS AND NOW YOU WANNA PUT THEM BACK ON DUMB BITCH EHHA (read that ehha as Cardi B)

- THEOOOOOOON YAS

- I love how he just ignores Dany and is like SANSA I WANNA SERVE U BB

- Suddenly I ship Theonsa

- This Theonsa hug is all I have ever needed in life

- Isn’t that the thief from Merlin?

- I love that little Irish girl who’s like “imma fight give me a sword” like is this Arya 2.0??

- I heart Gilly

- “I’ll defend the crypt then” YES YOU WILL LIL HUNNY YOU’LL DO A DAMN GOOD JOB OF IT TOO

- EDDAAAAAAAY AND TORMUND YAS MY FAVE BITCHES

- Tormund is like surprise bitch you getta hug me first

- Beric is basically that cool as fuck and chill as hell uncle

- “The big woman”

- We love a Jon Snow pep talk

- Bran is like “hi yeah I’d like to be uhhh bait”

- Damn Samwell you didn’t have to flex on us like that with that deep thinking aight

- YES THEON REDEMPTION ARC AS FUCK

- Noooooo let Tyrion fight you ain’t his boss bitch (I mean you are but)

- Need it for what? Taking over the north?

- “No one’s ever tried” hehe I’m in danger

- Stark fam looking badass as fuck

- Walkout #2 isn’t as smooth but still acceptable

- “It’s a long story” bitch I got time start talking

- I CACKLED when those girls walked away from Missandei like I felt bad but that was just such a “you can’t sit with us” moment

- CAN GREY WORM AND MISSANDEI JUST GO TO NARTH AND STAY THERE FOREVER AND GROW OLD TOGETHER PLEASE

- WE WILL PROTECT YOU IM CRYINGGGGG

- Ghost is that you homie????

- Awww the Nights Watch reunion made me tear up a lil

- Sam’s like “I AINT NO BITCH I KILLED A WHITE WALKER KILLED A THENN AND STOLE BOOKS FROM THE CITADEL IM THE BADDEST BITCH AROUND”

- I love this banter with my whole entire heart

- i miss grenn and pyp so much I’m crying grenn was my pre-Pod husband

- I love Lannister brother moments so much they are so pure

- Oprah is handing out redemption arcs left and right wOw

- PODRICK HE IS A MAN NOW HE IS MY HUSBAND HE IS JUST SO SEXY NOW

- CACKLINGGGGG “half a cup” pours in half the wine jug

- What a squad

- TORMUND MAKES ME LAUGH SO FUCKIN MUCH

- He’s the awkward kid who tells weird stories and then does weird shit

- “Kingslayer get it right” - Jaime on the inside

- Everyone just has a “wtf” look on their face and I’m dying

- I. AM. CACKLING. AT. TORMUND. SEND HELP

- I fucking love Sandor with my entire heart and soul

- “I fought for you didn’t I?” Touche you got her there

- *sandor doesn’t get to sit by himself* fINE WHY DOESNT THE WHOLE FUCKING NORTH COME SIT BY ME TOO HUH IF YOU ALL WANT TO. CROWD. ME HUH???

- “I’m not gonna sit with you old shits I’m gonna go fuck a bull I mean uhhhhh I gotta go ”

- Arya being lowkey jealous makes me cackle like a witch

- “Is that your first time?” “Well yeah Arya I don’t put leeches all over my dick every time I get home wtf”

- YES ARYA GET THAT DICK HUNTY YASS RIDE HIM TO STORMS END HUNTY YAAAAAAS

- ARYA IS DOM AND GENDRY IS SUB PASS IT ON

- Arya having her first time be CONSENSUAL and with someone she loves makes me happy as fUCK

- GENDRY IS THE PUREST MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR (only after Pod though)

- All I want at this point in my life is for Podrick to hold me in his big strong arms like I just wanna cuddle him fUCK

- “Not a Ser?? Why the fuck not get outta here with that bullshit”

- “I never wanted to be a knight” Podrick: I call bULLSHIT

- Tormund is supportive of Brienne even when she’s dating another guy he doesn’t even care

- WE WAITED SO LONG FOR BRIENNE AND JAIME TO HAVE A ROMANTIC AND INTIMATE MOMENT AND WE GOT AND BRIENNE EVEN GOT WHAT SHE DESERVES OUT OF IT

- Podrick is Brienne’s proud son I am living for it

- BRIENNE’S SMILE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND PRECIOUS THING ON THIS WHOLE ENTIRE EARTH IT MUST BE PROTECTED

- Honestly Tormund just wants to see Brienne happy and successful and tbh I don’t think he would care if that meant that she was with Jaime

- I stg if anything happens to babygirl Lyanna i will throw fists she looks like such a little bad ass in her armor omg she’s adorable

- Yeah Jorah you don’t gotta wield it in Randals memory he was kind of an asshole

- Can Podrick sing me to sleep every night please holy fUCK

- Theonsa? Check. Gendrya? Check. Grey Worm and Missandei? Check. Podrick making my whole self thirsty for him? Check.

- Uhhh Daenerys are you not gonna be concerned that you were idk fuckin your nephew or maybe that you aren’t the last Targaryen???? Maybe something important like that not the Iron fucking Throne???

- This bitch really thinks that Bran and Sam were lying hAh she drank a lot of dumb bitch juice this episode

- Daenerys is like those anti-vaxxers or flat earthers who refuse to see the facts

- Fun fact: episode 3 is going to tear out my heart and soul, put them in a blender, and then fucken shook it until it exploded like a coke with a mento in it

- I read somewhere that said something to the effect of characters who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it and that sounds like Dany w/ the Mad King to me rn

- Honestly every time Dany talked in this episode I got pissed off so that’s not good

- People be like “aw this episode was so boring” like bITCH ARE YALL MISSING THESE GREAT DOMESTIC MOMENTS?? GAME OF THRONES ISNT ALL STABBY AND SHIT IT CAN BE NICE FOR ONCE

- This episode made my heart full and I’m going to cry

- Ummmmm in case y’all haven’t seen in Dan Portman (Podrick) posted on his Instagram and it may or may not be a spoiler and if it is then I’ll kill myself

#game of thrones #game of thrones spoilers #got spoilers #gotspoilers

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YOUNG K - Pure Desire

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link. Idk why but posts with links don't show up on the tumblr's search feature anymore. So, I'll leave the link to my master list there, where you can find the other chapters easily. I hope this is still functional for you guys, sorry for the trouble. I hope you can still enjoy my work despite the technical issues.

Summary: A young writer that’s struggling with her work until she crosses paths with an intense and fated new type of inspiration; An inspiration called: YOUNG K!

Genre: Fanfic; Romance; Smut (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Warnings: Swearing? ; Masturbation;

Chapter 5 - Helping Hands

Young K

I was laying in bed laughing at Jae who was trying to explain the meaning of some English expressions to Dowoon, he was surely trying really hard but the younger member was simply mocking Jae.

- Do you understand now, Dowoon? – Jae asked in a desperate tone.

- OF COURSE! - Dowoon said nodding as he tried to hold his laugh and made everyone else almost spit their lungs.

- From now on you're not drum. You're dumb. Understood? – Jae said sarcastically.

- OF COURSE. I'm drum! Very sharp, Jae!

Every member of DAY6 was now crying from laughing, except for Jae who was pretending to be done with the situation even though he was struggling not to laugh himself too. And it was when our loud laughs started to fade that we heard aggressive screams from downstairs. We rushed to the stairs to check what was going on, but no one dared to set foot in the living room when we saw the Kim brothers arguing. Kim Joon (little bro) was red from his neck to his ears and his veins were popping from screaming so harshly. Kim Jii (big bro) just kept running his fingers through his hair and sighting from irritation. And then there was Violet with tearing eyes and red cheeks between them, trying to make them stop fighting and making sure the argument wouldn't go above verbal attacks to physical ones.

- You think because you're my little brother I'll hold back? You're wrong! You deserve a beating to see if you understand where your place is. When will you grow up and stop being selfish? Useless brat. – Kim Jii (big bro) said hitting Violet's shoulder with his chest.

- Hey, that's enough. Stop! – Violet screamed placing a trembling hand against his chest.

- It's fine, Noona. We're done talking anyway. – Kim Joon (little bro) said as he looked at us and locked his eyes with mine.

Everyone was worried, we've never seen the brothers fight. But as for me, I was more worried about the fact that Kim Joon (little bro) was looking only at me. His eyes hid a burning anger that could explode at any moment and I had a vague idea from where this wrath was coming from: he was suspecting there was something going on between Violet and I and he surely didn't seem to like it.

- Is everything okay? – Jae asked making Violet jump since she wasn't aware of our presence.

- Yeah, everything is fine... right? – Violet looked at the brothers with eyes filled with worry and guilt.

- Yes. – Kim Joon (little bro) said abruptly – I just wanted to play some games, but Kim Jii doesn't let me because the games are in your room, guys.

- That's hilarious. Are you fucking serious? Making me the bad guy, now? – Kim Jii (big bro) said incredulous.

Kim Joon (little bro) walked in our direction as he let his older brother behind speechless and furious with his attitude.

- It's totally fine. You can play in our room whenever you want Kim Joon. – I said as I patted the kid's hair when he passed beside me at the staircase.

- Seriously, Hyung? – he said as he bumped his shoulder against mine with an aggressive tone to change it in the next second when he approached all of us with a sweet smile - Thanks, guys! Sorry for the trouble I caused tonight.

He disappeared upstairs as Violet whispered to Kim Jii (big bro) loud enough for me to hear it:

- Was that really about video games?

- Yeah, I'm in a bad mood. I guess I was too hard on him. – He patted her hair and squeezed her cheeks – Don't worry about it. He was just talking rubbish.

Violet looked a little suspicious at the obvious lie, though she said nothing.

Kim Jii (big bro) went to the kitchen and Violet looked at me trying to hide her remorseful expression while we all climbed upstairs. Even though I was somehow amused by the young boy's attitude towards me, her watering eyes made my heart feel heavy and my conscience stabbed me as a punishment for my bawdy behaviour.

- Good night, guys. I'll see you tomorrow. – she said to all of us before heading to her room.

As my band members were getting in our room the last door of the hallway, which was Kim Joon's (little bro) room, was opened abruptly and still startled all of us.

- Noona, can you correct my English homework? Please.

- Sure, I'll be there in a minute. Let me just changed into my pyjamas. - she replied as she closed her bedroom door.

Kim Joon stopped smiling the moment it was only the two of us in the hallway and the atmosphere became suffocating. The way he looked at me was really hostile and I knew if he could, he would kick my ass for touching his big sister. I was then, one hundred per cent sure he knew there was something going on between Violet and I... and he didn't like it at all. But instead of feeling completely threatened by his attitude, I had to control my urge to laugh at him since his behaviour just showed me that he loved his big sister and that he was only a kid. That alone should've been more than enough reason for me not to indulge in his fight. And even though I knew that, for some unknown cause, I couldn't stop myself from making sure he knew where I stood and ended up slightly provoking him:

- Goodnight, kid. – I smiled and went to my room.

I knew the word "kid" burnt his soul as I pronounced it, but even though I felt a bit amused I was somehow annoyed with the situation he created. I couldn't think straight, my mind was a mess and I definitely didn't have to treat Kim Joon alpha's teenager attitude as a real threat but I still acted in defence at the end.

I laid on my bed resting my head against a pillow and looked at the ceiling as I felt Jae lay next to me.

- Have you been misbehaving, Brian? – Jae said tickling my belly suggestively.

- I think I've been behaving very well. – I said messing with his hair.

- I wonder why I don't believe you? – He said before I buried a pillow against his face and whispered "shhh".

Even though my thoughts were all tangled, and I couldn't decide in what to think about at that moment, there was an image which kept popping out in my chaotic mind: her worried face and watering eyes.

We spent some time playing video games and watching some videos online, but it didn't take long until everyone started to get ready to go to bed and that's when I heard someone closing a door from outside. I jumped out of the edge of my bed and muttered before leaving my band members in our shared room:

- I'm gonna take a shower.

- Dry your hair! - Sungjin shouted.

- Bri – Jae was going to say something, but I closed the door abruptly cutting him mid-sentence.

Violet gasped and held her hand against her heart when she felt my presence behind her.

- Shit, you scared me! – She said patting her probably accelerated heart.

- Shhhh, keep it down. – I said looking at Kim Joon's (little bro) door at the end of the hallway and then looked at hers as she pressed her body against it and looked at me with intoxicated eyes filled with uncertainties. She tensed up as I got closer to her and placed my hand on the door handler. – Can I come in, Violet?

- No? – she said more like a question.

- Not very convincing. Can I come in, Violet? – I asked caressing her cheek gently as she blushed.

- Y-yes ... – she whispered looking at her younger brother's door with a worried expression.

- Is he asleep? – I asked her and kissed her forehead as she nodded in answer to my question.

I held her in my arms and pushed her inside, as I opened the door my senses were invaded by a soft aroma of red berries and fresh flowers, it smelled exactly like her and that made me involuntarily bite my lower lip. I took a deep breath trying to find a way to think rationally. Her room was spacious and elegant in the tones of different light blues, there was a king size bed, shelves filled with books probably organized alphabetically, a big closet, some stuffed animals, candles here and there, everything was really simple and organised, except for the huge desk adorned by research papers, sticky notes, millions of pens, notebooks and a laptop.

After I quickly analysed her room and tried to calm down a little, I focus my attention only on her once again. We stood there holding each other for a few intense minutes, I could feel her trembling hands at the end of my back as I held her face in my hands and caressed her tender lips with my thumb.

– Should we lock the door? – I asked and saw her look at me anxiously – Just in case.

She nodded her head in agreement and let me go so I could lock the door. As I turned around and got back to her embrace, I run my hands through her concupiscent body and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around me. Violet hugged me tight and played with my hair as I led us to her bed. I sat on it and she hugged me even tighter, hiding her face against my shoulder.

– You won't let me kiss you, again? – I asked softening her curls with my fingers and felt her release a deep sigh.

She grabbed the hem of my shirt and locked eyes with me as she bit her delicious lower lip.

– You seem to be feeling better. – she said quietly.

– Yeah, I got some V vitamins this afternoon. But I would like some more, please. – I said making her come closer to me grabbing her waist.

She leaned towards my lips for my surprise and pressed her soft lips against mine, kissing me nervously, pricking my self-control and awakening my shameless desires as she made me thirsty for more. She stopped and looked away.

- I think Kim Joon knows about...– I saw her struggle with words as she nervously played with her fingers. - You know...

- Yes, I'm more than sure he knows to be honest. – I replied as she stiffed on my lap - It's okay, he's just protecting his big sister. He's not mad at you. – I said playing with her hair.

- I think he hates you now. - she laughed at me.

- You'll compensate me for that, right? – I asked biting her lip and kissing her marked neck. – Shit, why is it so purple? – I said surprised caressing her neck as I made her moan with the pain.

- You got a little excited when you bit me, today. – she said trying to sit comfortably on my lap – Or maybe you bit me hard when you got excited. I'm not sure which way was it.

I couldn't avoid laughing at her. Violet was too cute to be true, but yet, there she was sitting on my lap, driving me crazy and making me drunk in her flowered scent mixed with red berries. I wanted to stop playing games right at that moment and wished to hold her and push her down and make her mine. But talking with her with no rush, so naturally, so tenderly and so close to each other without her usual attempts of running away from me seemed more than enough for the night, at that moment at least.

- I don't think I bit you that hard. You're too sensitive. - I teased her as I kissed her bruise softly and felt her twisting on my lap.

- Well, next time don't bite me where everyone else can see it. My hair barely covers it.

- What? – I asked as she looked confused at me – Oh dear, did you just asked me to bite you? In hidden places, Violet? – I accused her and pushed her down against some pillows, pressuring my body on top of her.

I gave her a smooch and trailed her body with wet kisses.

- Is this a good place? – I asked with my lips rubbing her left nipple still covered by her pyjamas' shirt as I spoke – No? How about here? – I place my lips against her belly and rubbed my lower lip on it and kept going lower, reaching her inner tights – Found the perfect spot, Violet! What do you think?

I moved her pyjamas' shorts slightly and bit her inner thigh, Violet covered her mouth to suppress the moan she let escape and looked at me with an apprehensive look. I went back to her lips and kissed her deeply as I pressed my leg between hers. She broke the kiss searching for air and whispered against my lips:

- Everyone's home. We shouldn't...

- Obviously, because a certain someone here is too loud. – I teased her and got slapped on my arm as result.

- Whose fault is that!? Get out! Get off me! You ... – she stopped talking once I cuddled up to her from behind, making her head rest on my arm and intertwined my free hand with hers. – What are you doing?

- Getting comfortable, you don't like it?

I kissed her head even though she didn't reply to me. I just wanted to enjoy this moment as much as possible. I didn't want to impose myself to her as usual, I wanted her to accept me and to relax with me. I knew she was feeling guilty because of her little brother and I couldn't get her troubled expression out of my mind.

Though, despite the fact of wanting to make her feel at ease, I was struggling to control myself. Having her in my arms was amazing but after all we've done, even though nothing big had happened yet, it was pure torture and I could feel my body temperature rise up already and surely not because of the cold.

Her breathing was getting heavier, I guessed she was nervous with all this too. But she wasn't pushing me away or saying anything, which made me hope she was enjoying this moment with me.

- Are you going to sleep here? – she managed to ask.

- If you let me... – I replied kissing her neck.

- Are... are you going to be able to sleep like this? – she pronounced the last word in a weird way for some reason.

- Yes, it's comfortable. You don't like to cuddle? – I asked trying to suppress my desires.

Violet turned around in my arms to face me with eyes mixed in hesitance and expectations. She held her breath nervously and bit her lip as she looked down.

- I meant... are you going to be able to sleep like this? – she asked as she trembly grabbed the huge bulge that was forming inside my pants with her hand, making me realise that it had probably been rubbing against her butt for a while now.

- Fuck, sorry! I swear I didn't mean to, this time. I know you're feeling troubled and I just wanted... – I spoke fast and got interrupted by her tempting voice.

- I would never be able to sleep with your dick flinching against my butt.

- Sorry, I'll go... – I said as she stopped me from getting up.

- Do you want to take care of it? – she asked hiding her face from me.

- Yeah. – I said drunk in lust already – Do you want me to take care of it?

Violet nodded releasing her hand from my hard on and placing it against her accelerated heart. I could feel her squeezing her thighs together as she stared at the huge tent in my pyjama pants.

- Do you want me to take care of it? Here? – I said groaning with my lips against her forehead – You little pervert...

I pulled her closer with the arm that was under her to teaser her a bit, I felt her breathing changing when she almost touched it with her body. I was done playing good boy and she was the one who asked for it, so she'd better be prepared to face the consequences of her wishes. I slid my hand in my pants and made them slide down a little so she could see my boxers. I lead my hand inside my boxers and saw her bit her lip when I grabbed my hardness and started to stroke it slowly, increasing the feeling of fullness and blood rush coming from it. The fact that she was watching me masturbate was making me more excited and even more sensitive, I could feel my tip twitching harder at each stroke. My length was now even bigger, making it hard to move and impossible to keep my growth inside my tight boxers. I guessed, she understood my struggle when she slid the tight piece of cloth that was covering my dick, revealing then my full boner. I saw her covering her mouth with one of her hands when she saw my entire member and I could swear I heard her mutter the word "fuck" when she placed her other hand between her legs. Violet bit her finger struggling and observing me quietly. I pulled her into my mouth and kissed her as I kept touching myself which made me close to the edge when she softly moaned against my lips.

- Violet. – I whispered.

- Yes? – she moaned within heavy breaths.

- It's okay to touch yourself, you know? – I asked as I pressed my knee against the hand she had placed between her legs a while ago – Or are you trying to torture yourself?

Violet didn't reply to me with words, but she soon placed her head against my chest covering my field of vision to our lower bodies. Her body tensed up against mine and that's when I heard juicy sounds coming from her side. She had barely started to stimulate herself but the sound of her fingers rubbing against her core were so clear, so squishy and slippery already, letting me know she was dripping wet right next to me. I heard her increasing her pace and so did I after grabbing her chin and evolved her in a messy kiss.

- Fuck, Violet! You're cruel. – I sighed into her month – Why am I the only one who can't see?

She looked up into my eyes and stole a small kiss from me as the wet sounds stopped popping.

- What's wron...

- Let's switch. – she interrupted me taking her shorts off and making my boxers and pants slide down completely with her foot.

I saw her struggle as she tried to take off her panties, so I grabbed them and pulled them down myself. A thin sticky wet tread formed from her pussy to the soaked fabric of her underwear.

- You're so wet, Violet! – I said without thinking to see her hide a nervous laugh – We're still switching, right?

- Yes, l-let's do it. – she whispered and sat on my lap.

- You're so brave sometimes. – I said sitting up and grabbing her ass – Don't run away after this, okay?

She nodded and shivered as soon as I rubbed my fingers against her clean wet core. God, how she was wet! I started caressing her sensitive folds and spread them a little with two fingers, I moved them around in circles to find her clit and teased her with my thumb. She moaned as she involved my girth with her hand making me involuntary gasp and slam my hips up, she grabbed it firmly and started to tease my tip with her thumb, I guess that was payback from messing with her clit. Her cold hands around my aroused manhood felt amazing. I could feel the pleasure concentrating together at the end of my loins in anticipation for an explosion when her hand got sloppy and she started to swirl on my fingers.

- Here, let me make it easier for you. – I whispered to her ear as I grabbed her hips and dragged my cock against her wet pussy, spreading her juices all over it.

Violet moaned and grabbed my neck tightly with the feeling of my thick member pressing under her soaked sex. I just wanted to crash my front deep inside of her, drown ourselves in pleasure and lose our senses to each other. But it didn't feel the right moment to do so, instead, I continued with what we were doing.

- There... – I said against her lips, leading her hand to grab my dick now covered with her wetness – Natural lube for my princess.

Before she could protest, I deep two fingers into her clenched core and made it quake with the sudden invasion. Her walls were tightening with each move as well as her grip on my dick, she kept jerking me off harder as I explored her slippery insides. When I tried to insert a third finger I felt her stiff on my hand.

- No, wait... It's been a while since I-i-ah! – she tried to say as I stretched her walls when a loud moan escaped from deep inside of her.

She kept her hand going up and down around my length, faster and faster as I felt her walls stiffen in expectation of the rising orgasm she was conquering. Her body trembled violently and she fought to stand still on my lap, I pushed her down and her shirt rolled up revealing her soft belly. She wrapped one of her legs around me and kept stroking me with her delicate hand. As an orgasm crashes over her and her fluids make a mess out of my hand, I desperately kissed her trying to stifle her loud moans. I broke the kiss to let her breath, but she pulled me back towards her mouth and kissed me wildly as she tightened her strokes around my dick. I grabbed her neck as she made my lower body rush in adrenalin with the gathering of a throbbing feeling growing within me begging to be released.

- Fuck, Violet. I'm gonna co... - as I pronounced those words she grabbed my tip roughly and pressured it with her thumb, making me explode in pleasure as she stroked me up and down and I came on her belly, making a mess out of it.

We tried to find our breaths and stared at each other, I smirked and kissed her when I saw her face turn into a red shade. I kissed her slowly with no rush, devouring her taste with my caring famished tongue.

- Now, you're blushing. Seriously? – I asked smiling against her lips.

She played with my cum on her belly, spreading it with her middle finger and led it to her mouth as she sucked it with her delicious swollen red lips.

- Hot. – I murdered to her ear and bit her earlobe.

- Salty. – She said licking her finger as I took some tissues from her bedside table to clean the mess I made of her stomach.

I supported myself on my arm and stared at her adorable blushing face, we kept staring at each other for enough time to make it a bit awkward. But this atmosphere was broken as soon as Violet laughed and hugged my chest.

- I'm just going to take a five minutes shower, okay? – she asked sitting up.

- Okay. – I said playing with her fingers as she kept looking at me.

- See you in a bit? – she said quietly, probably afraid of what I could answer.

- Of course, I'll be here. Hurry up, princess! – I said slapping her ass before she left.

I figured she would take much longer than five minutes and so I decided to take a quick shower myself too. She went to the bathroom downstairs and I used the one upstairs. I finished quickly and way before her, so I waited in her room. Since she wasn't there, I took the opportunity to explore it properly. It was really tidy and organised, apart from her desk that had papers, notes and books everywhere. I had heard Kim Jii (big bro) saying Violet was having a hard time with her writing the other day, so I couldn't help but read some of the lost papers that were on her computer's keyboard. When I touched them her laptop lit up, I probably touched the mouse without realising. When I looked at the screen there was a writing document open, I sat on the table and started reading it. It was interesting and I found myself reading it without wanting to stop, even though I'm not the biggest fan of reading. Her writing was exactly like her: pure and intense at the same time. I was betting her writing made people lie to themselves and say things like "just one more chapter and I'll sleep". I was being absorbed with her words when the scene started to get tempting and provocative, making me excited as I kept reading. Especially when the sex scene was strongly inspired by what had happened in the kitchen and living room between us, the only difference was that the characters had actually had sex and we didn't. "Maybe I should take notes" I joked to myself.

I heard the door being locked from behind me and heard her run toward my direction, Violet hurried to close the laptop and placed it far from me.

- Please tell me you didn't read it all! – she said with her cheeks burning red.

- I'm glad to see you're not struggling with your writing anymore. – I teased her and she run towards her bed to hide under the blankets.

I sat next to her and uncovered her face, her eyes were shining in embarrassment but the fact that she was letting me touch her was making me the happiest guy on the planet.

- You know if you wanted me to fuck you like that, you could've just asked for it. – I said annoying her before provokingly kissing her lips.

- Young K ... – she whispered and created some space under the blankets for me to lay down next to her – You smell nice. – she said as she laid down against my chest.

- I took a shower while you were gone.

- You should dry your hair. – she said in a sleepy voice.

- Goodnight, princess. – I said kissing her head softening her hair and feeling a feverish heat to start invading my body once again as I fell asleep next to her.

***

My muscles were hurting, and my body felt heavier than normal as I tried to move in bed under the soft blankets that smelled like Violet. I smiled as I thought of her and felt my heart race when the memories of our night got back to me. I searched with my hand to try to find her next to me, but her spot was empty and cold which made me feel a bit disappointed. The thought of waking up next to her was still a mere captivating dream. I sat up in bed and reached to my phone on the bedside table. "Wait... my phone?!" I thought to myself trying to find a possible explanation. As I unlocked the phone a heat of panic run through my entire body, it was 2 pm and I was sleeping. Sleeping in Violet's bed and as anyone could guess totally not at work!

I turned on the Wi-Fi and my phone became a Christmas tree with all the different notifications and pulse lights. My head was about to explode and I was slightly afraid to open the text messages:

Group Chat – DAY6

Members: Drum, Pink Sweater, Bob, Twitter God, Identity Crisis

Drum: Situations like this are the reasons I can't understand why Sungjin got mad at me when I said I would take my pants off if mydays asked me to!

Pink Sweater: DOWOON. yNO! Yes... no, you can't!

Bob: Dowoon does have a point on this one. Explain yourself @ IdentityCrisis!

Twitter God: BRIAN! Did you pretend to be sick to get in her bed?! You broke the Jaehyungparkian code, bro.

Identity Crisis: I'm so confused. Can you guys fill me in? You seem to know more about this than me. Ahah

Pink Sweater: Violet said she saw you heading downstairs when she went to the toilet

Drum: Don't worry, we think you were wearing your pants. Of course!

Bob: She said you looked like you were going to faint and since you were really sweaty, she just guessed that your fever was back at full force and told you to rest in her room. Because she didn't want to wake up the rest of us.

Twitter God: Yeah... we even saw her bring some wet towels from there. She probably nursed you even though you're so mean to her WHICH MAKES ME SUSPICIOUS! I GOT MY EYES ON YOU.

Identity Crisis: Sorry for causing troubles, guys. AH CHICKEN LITTLE, JAEHYUNGPARKIAN RULES! I LOVE YOU

Bob: It's all good at work. Just rest and get better!

Twitter God: I lobster you!

Identity Crisis: I love you too!

Twitter God: I love* you!

Identity Crisis: I love you too!!!!!!!!!

Twitter God: I love you too!!!!

I looked around trying to figure out how Violet managed to actually make them believe I didn't sleep here. I was lucky my band mates probably fell asleep right after I went to "take a shower", I was ought to be more careful. "Or maybe they're just pretending not to know", I thought to myself as I got out of her bed and dragged myself downstairs, there was a strong herbal aroma in the house that led to the kitchen. When I walked in, I saw her in a huge hoodie that made her seem really small, her hair was tied up in a messy bun with some curls trying to escape and adorning her face, her dark circles were even more evident than yesterday. And I will never understand why I found her so beautiful, even though she looked like a mess. I was pretty sure I created that look on her, maybe I was simply proud of the mess I made but the truth was that my heart was completely filled with her and it was threatening to jump out of my chest when our eyes met and her lips parted in a kind smile.

- Morning. – she said as a pink reddish shade invaded her cheeks. – You're a troublemaker, you know?

- Morning. – I said breaking into a laugh – Sorry I caused such a scene. I kinda heard what happened. – I said as I shook my phone in the air.

- DAY6 were so worried about you that they didn't even try to consider what I told them could be a lie. – Violet said as she gave me a mug – Drink this, it's tea. I heard it's good for colds.

Our fingers touched slightly when I tried to grab the mug on the table, I saw her hesitate as she closed her hand trying not to touch me, but she didn't move it away from mine completely or tried to create any distance whatsoever, so I gently caressed the soft skin of her hand and made her open it as I intertwined our fingers together. Violet held her breath and tenderly squeezed my big hand as I made her go around the table and pulled her into my arms. I played with her curls and tried to make them go to the right place, but they just ended up bouncing to the initial spot. She shook her head trying to make me stop playing with her hair, as she smiled shyly and looked at my lips. I couldn't stop a smirk from appearing on my face and I bit my lip trying to make it less obvious how much I wanted to kiss her too. I run my hands through her back and felt her cold hands embracing my neck as her thumbs fondled it and made me shiver. Her lips were starting to get moistened as she kept biting them with the expectation of my kiss.

- Go ahead, kiss me. – I provoked whispering to her ear – You've done it before, didn't you?

Violet tried to pull away, but I stopped her grabbing her hips as I lifted them and made her sit on the table. We both laughed remembering our first naughty table kitchen interaction together, but this time was different. We knew exactly what we wanted to do and we were done trying to fight the urge to take each other. She leaned her head towards me and bit my lower lip, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.

- Sorry, I don't want to catch your cold. – she said provoking me with her lustful eyes.

Violet kissed my cheek slowly and explored my neck with her lips, creating an erotic sound each time her lips left my deprived skin. Her touch was soft and made me crazy, my skin was burning from how much I wanted to get lost in her arms.

- I think it's too late to worry about that. – I said as I pulled her into a greedy kiss and felt my body being invaded by an electric sensation filled with desire and insatiable thirst. – I managed to do all sort of things to you even though I was sick. So, what do you think it's gonna happen to you when I get back to normal?

- Oh, fuck. – she said teasing me with eyes filled with a lewd craving desire.

- You got that fuck part right.

A/N: I hope you liked it, guys! EHEHEHEHEHEHEH

See you next time,

Love From Sweet Little Bird.

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negare-boshi · 6 years

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Fluff? Yahaba convincing a stubborn Kyoutani that cuddles can be really fun and comfortable, and maybe Kyoutani ends up agreeing in the end because wow Yahaba is soft and cozy especially under the fluffy blanket.

THANK YOU!!!!! Hope this is ok?? I tried following the prompt but…

Yahaba is at his place again.

Kyoutani knows it’s him even before opening the door, the knocks familiar after so many times of the same thing. Yahaba says nothing, strides inside, and kisses Kyoutani’s cheek. A single peck, dry and short, and Yahaba is already barefoot and walking fast down the corridor. By the time Kyoutani closes the door, tidies Yahaba’s messy things scattered around on the entrance, and makes it back to the living room, Yahaba is already face flat on the sofa.

“Long day?” Kyoutani says, like every day.

“The longest.”

It’s warm and dumb, the fact they’ve created a routine of the same silly thing. Kyoutani looks at Yahaba’s form, melting on the soft cushions of the sofa, and a small shake overtakes his insides.

Staring at Yahaba always makes his insides go all weird.

“Come. Make it better,” Yahaba pleads against a pillow.

“No. I’m making dinner.”

“Who cares about dinner.” It’s cute, how Yahaba turns his face enough so his left eye is free to judge Kyoutani’s existence. “Come and make me happy.”

“No.”

Yahaba whines, but snuggles further on the sofa. Kyoutani goes back to the kitchen, finishes chopping the vegetables and throws them on the pot. He’s half paying attention to Yahaba, drifting in and off sleep. There are dark circles under his eyes, but when Kyoutani walks to him, the tight line of his lips appears softened.

“Move.” Yahaba takes his legs off without opening his eyes. Kyoutani snorts, because who wouldn’t at the clear sight of Yahaba’s devices, and sits, grabs his legs and puts them on his lap.

Yahaba hums low and happy.

“What about dinner?”

“Will be ready in twenty.”

“I’m hungry.” Kyoutani huffs. “And tired. My feet are sore.” Kyoutani rests his head on the back of the sofa and closes his eyes. Yahaba groans, and kicks his leg. “Do something.”

“Shut up. Dinner will be ready when it’s ready.”

“Come here.”

“I’m here.”

“Closer.”

Yahaba’s watching him when Kyoutani opens his eyes. He has that pout and that frown and that mischief shining in his eyes. He is the image of soft, little devil Kyoutani can’t take out of his head, and if his heart does a little happy dance it’s because Kyoutani’s tired, too, and he has no control over his body. Nothing to do with how nice it feels to have a routine, with how unexpected it is to not only accept Yahaba’s presence overtaking his free time, but wanting it.

A knot fills Kyoutani’s throat. Sometimes he’s afraid of how much Yahaba has invaded his life —him— in such a short time.

“No,” he says, to mess with him, to keep himself from wanting more and more and more.

“Hug me.”

“No.”

“Kyoutani.”

It’s an order. Kyoutani shudders, fingers digging in Yahaba’s shins. Frowning, he looks down at Yahaba’s wide, expressive eyes, and groans loudly. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“Yes, yes. Now, do as I say.”

“I should kick you out, fucker.”

“Do it,” Yahaba dares, raising his arms over his head, arching his back and hips. His body screams, I am the king of this place and I can make myself as comfortable as I feel like.

Kyoutani can’t deny him that.

He’s rough and harsh when he moves Yahaba, half dragging him on top of his lap, half kicking him off the sofa. Kyoutani barely manages to fit on the small space he creates, glued to Yahaba’s back, nose buried on his nape. He inhales deeply and lies telling himself this is just for Yahaba’s benefit.

Yahaba sighs deeply in Kyoutani’s embrace, the pure sound of a relaxed being finding after a long day of tension the desired comfort. Kyoutani embraces him harder, and Yahaba grabs his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it once, twice, thrice.

“See? Nice.”

“You smell awful.”

It’s not true. He smells fresh and alive and Yahaba, Yahaba, Yahaba. Kyoutani rubs his nose on him, and hopes for his own smell to stick to his skin, to his clothes, to his life.

“Shut up, idiot. Hold me tighter.”

Kyoutani does. Yahaba kisses his hand again, his fingers, his wrist. There’s such care in the soft touches, in the way Yahaba’s lips shape Kyoutani’s skin, in how Yahaba keeps whispering, tighter, tighter, tighter. Kyoutani has become another part of his body by the time he dares ask, “That bad of a day?”

“Fuck, yes. I couldn’t wait to come here and see you.” Yahaba wiggles in his arms till he turns around and they are face to face. Kyoutani doesn’t kiss him, but it’s not for lack of want. Yahaba kisses the tip of his nose. “Hi.”

“Little late for that.”

“Mmmh, I like your hugs.”

“Yours suck.”

Yahaba bites his cheek, and Kyoutani complains out loud, and Kyoutani tightens his hug, and Yahaba’s body adapts to Kyoutani’s, as if he’d been born to change his shape so he could fit into Kyoutani’s edges.

It’s hard for Kyoutnai to understand the logic of his happiness, when this is the simplest, dumbest thing one could be happy for.

“You smell good,” Yahaba whispers against his neck.

“I showered earlier.”

“I wanna shower too.”

“Go. We can eat later.”

Yahaba snuggles closer. “Don’t wanna. This is nice. You always make going back home nice.”

The blush it’s unfair and uncalled for, but Yahaba notices because he’s skin to skin with Kyoutani, and how the fuck wouldn’t he notice when Kyoutani is on fire.

Yahaba’s smile is Kyoutani’s favourite: the carefree, tired but content smile he wears so rarely.

“You get embarrassed for such stupid things. It’s cute.”

“Fuck off. I’m not cute.”

Yahaba kisses his lips. “The cutest.”

“Shut up.”

“So, so, so cute.”

“Shut up, fuck,” but Yahaba is kissing him, or smiling on his lips, his arms iron bars around his neck, and he snuggles closer, and he sighs deeply, and Kyoutani is lost in the simplicity of the moment, on the peace it brings to his soul every day, every week.

“I love cuddling with you.”

Kyoutani’s so red by now the dinner could be cooked on his body. He wants to groan, Cuddling with you is the worst, but instead he mumbles, “Me too.”

Yahaba kisses him again as a reward. And then again. And then he closes his eyes and lets Kyoutani’s warmth and Kyoutani’s embrace tear away, layer by layer, the awful workday, and the tiredness, and the soreness, and the fact they will have to work tomorrow too, but tomorrow feels now like hundreds of years away.

“I feel like staying like this all night,” Yahaba mumbles.

Kyoutani kisses Yahaba’s temple, his closed eye, his forehead. The words vanish in the hollows between their bodies. Yahaba’s half asleep already, breathing in a constant, slowing pace. Kyoutani wants to stay like this forever, but reality is right on the kitchen, peeping annoyingly to let him know he has to stand up and go back already.

A last kiss on Yahaba’s temple. Yahaba snuggles closer, and Kyoutani says, despite himself, “Eat. Shower. And then cuddles.”

“Are you ordering me?”

“Yes,” Kyoutani growls, the mockery on Yahaba’s half assed question enough to piss him off. “You look like shit.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Come on. The food will get cold.”

Kyoutani untangles himself from Yahaba’s limbs, who snuggles back into a sleeping position before Kyoutani has even stood. “I mean it, Yahaba.”

“Mmmh. Will you bath with me?”

“I showered already.”

“You said cuddles later.”

“Fuck, whatever. Yes, I will. Now, drag your stupid ass of the sofa and let’s eat. I’m starving.”

They eat their food in silence, and bath in silencee. Kyoutani takes care of Yahaba, of his sore muscles, and his stiff back, and his hair, and his heavy eyelids. He kisses Yahaba’s ear, and Yahaba’s neck, and Yahaba’s shoulder, and washes him and takes him to bed. Piliable and tired and spent from a day Kyoutani can picture as the most stressful, Yahaba lays expectantly, and it’s on Kyoutani’s chest and sighing deeply into sleep as soon as Kyoutani makes it under the blanket.

Yahaba’s wet hair tickles Kyoutani’s chin. He should buy a hairdryer.

“Yahaba.”

“Mmmmh?”

“Want me to clear you a drawer?”

A beat of silence, and then, “You mean…”

“Yes.”

Kyoutani has never been as chokingly hugged before as he is when realisation kicks Yahaba. It’s so tight Kyoutani’s air is kicked out of his system.

“Yes, yes, I want to very much.”

“Great. Now sleep. Night.”

“Kyoutani,” Yahaba whispers against his shoulders. “I like you so much.”

If Kyoutani hugs him as tight as Yahaba has hugged him before it’s only in retribution; if his heart starts beating fast and lightly, it’s because Yahaba’s laugh fucks with his systems.

He doesn’t say, I like you so so so much too, but Kyoutani’s pretty sure it goes unsaid.

#kyouhaba #elleh writes #haikyuu!!#kyoutani kentarou #prompts #yahaba shigeru #kyoutani x yahaba #ask prompt #i am sorry i don't know if this is good #i tried #also to my other asks i am working on it promise

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alwaysfine · 6 years

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 !

i honestly can’t believe it’s been a year already. it has actually flown by. originally on my multi muse, moving amanda and jesse to their own blogs was the best decision and i’ve been so thankful i did ever since. if i’m being honest, the only reason why i made jesse a sideblog at all was because i was so in love with the url ( badbagelll ) that i couldn’t not. but it turned out better than i could’ve ever anticipated. i’m so grateful for all the wonderful writing partners i’ve been blessed to not only write with, but get to know out of character. all of you are such kind, strong, inspiring, and golden hearted human beings with such creative minds and exceptional talent. i often ask myself what on earth i did, and how i got so lucky to meet you all.

i am so incredibly honored to have the opportunity to bring the independent, strong, unfairly gorgeous, quick witted, badass, and beautifully flawed amanda rollins to life. and not only do i get the pleasure of writing amanda, but our precious bad bagel, jesse.

all in all, amanda @ sonny in that gif is me @ every single person who i write with, who has ever messaged me ooc, and anyone who simply follows this blog. i can honestly say that writing these two characters has been the highlight of my writing journey. i adore each and every one of you, and i look forward to another year. xoxo.

******* under the cut i’m going to be gushing over those of you who still have your blogs and have truly helped to make this past year 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 !

THE ELITE SQUAD.

@amaroed / dany ! writing nick and amanda with you has brought so much absolute joy into my life??? i’ve loved every single one of our threads and memes from them switching the sugar to salt at the precinct kitchenette to amanda becoming nick for halloween to nick trying to keep amanda awake after she caught a bullet to the side. you capture nick so well, and your love for him and danny himself exudes every time you write him. it’s honestly so beautiful to see. after writing with you, i can honestly say that my love for nick amaro increased even more. you are such a talented writer, and i’m forever honored to write with you!

@battleincarnate / maddie ! maddie maddie maddie, my iconic, legendary cher stan. i actually adore you so much i can’t even fully explain. from the first time i talked to you ooc, you just exuded genuine kindness, and were so chill and easy to talk to. i feel like that’s unfortunately super rare, so i just wanna thank you for that??? you’re such a rad friend, and i’m so lucky to have you!! ok as for muses go, i don’t even know where to start?? firstly, your writing is gorgeous and your ability to switch between muses like elliot stabler and ali dilaurentis is remarkable. secondly, what we’ve developed between elliot and amanda is truly one of my favorite relationships i’ve had the pleasure of establishing on this blog, even though we’ve never even gotten to see them together onscreen. i have loved every single thread we’ve ever done. from the first thread we did where they first meet and they literally want to kill each other, to them arguing over who gets to drive on their first day as partners, to all the million and ten things we’ve discussed on discord like their hardcore car karaoke parties and the fact that amanda will ask elliot to walk her down the isle in any verse where she’s married. amanda may be one of the biggest pains in his ass, and elliot may be one of the biggest pains in hers, but they love each other sm it’s so precious. amanda is also so much like elliot it kills me, and the dynamic we’ve created is literal gold. the phrase like father, like daughter has never applied more. he’s the king and she’s the lionheart without a doubt!

@cabotiisms / claire ! like i told you over discord, your portrayal of alex made me love her even more which, i didn’t even think was possible. your grasp on alex’s character, her motives, the way her mind works, is so on point. your love and passion for doing right by alex is so obvious when you write her. now, the big and little sister dynamic we’ve created for alex and amanda makes me smile so much i can’t even explain. i live for alex trying to get amanda out of the messes she gets herself into aka saving her little sister from being ripped to shreds by mom, and in general just being the sister she deserves. the threads we have going right now are quite literally perfect, and i adore them. and out of character? i love yelling at you about how dirty the svu writers did alex, and how dirty they’re currently doing amanda by bringing in cardio douche. but even more importantly, you are one of the most genuinely sweet people i’ve ever met. i adore you, and am so thankful we’re friends!

@drftwood / catie ! i don’t even know where to start. ok firstly, your ability to bring to life so many beautiful oc’s and occasional canon characters absolutely astounds me. you are so creative, all the ideas you come up with are so intriguing, and you have the ability to turn one small detail into an entire beautiful character so effortlessly. it’s so incredible. and this creativity so obviously carries into your writing. your writing is so fucking gorgeous i can’t even believe. every single character that we’ve ever written together has turned into such a beautiful relationship for amanda. chris, alex, and now jr? i mean, jr is such an important person in amanda’s canon now, and i can’t imagine altering her canon storyline in any other way, nor can i imagine anyone else taking on his role except for you. next, i can’t end this without saying how much i love talking to you ooc. like, from the minute we started talking when we started plotting amanda and alex, i knew we were gonna be friends. AND I WAS SO RIGHT. you have such a kind soul and such a big heart, you deserve all the happiness in the world. i am so lucky and proud to be able to call you a friend and ily!!

@etlegis / shep ! ok we literally started talking like 24 hours ago but i already adore you and your peter stone. it’s so obvious that you have his character down in your writing. it’s like i read your starter, and it felt like i was in an episode of svu. not only is your characterization of stone on point, but you are the GREATEST ooc. it was so easy to start talking to you, instafriends some may call it, and we just fell down a rollins/stone hole and i’m not even mad about it. you are such a gem in this community already and i’m so glad you’re here!!

@hellhaths / lara ! lara, i fucking adore you. like for real. i could tell from the second we started talking ooc that we were going to be friends. and i’m proud to say i was very right. you are such an exceptional writer, i can’t properly explain. you put so much into every character you write, and it truly amazes me. now, i think we both know i have to talk about your olivia ‘ squad mom ’ benson because …. wow. from the first introduction to your writing, the first thought i had was ‘ she’s literally olivia benson.’ and that first thread we did with amanda asking olivia about elliot while she was trying to figure out the situation with nick, and not only did it wreck my heart, but it was the beginning of the most legendary olivia / amanda dynamic i could’ve ever asked for. SHE’S LITERALLY HER MOTHER. liv arguing with amanda to stop playing angry birds because it kills her phone battery, confining amanda to desk duty when she does something dumb, taking away amanda’s keys …. the list is literally endless. despite how bratty liv’s dorter gets, we all know she still loves her. listen, you understand the complexities of liv so well, it absolutely astounds me. with twenty seasons of evolution to work with, you incorporate all of it so beautifully. you have her voice and mannerisms down to a tee, and i am so honored to write with you and call you a friend. i’m sending you all the love and light in the world right now, and just know i’m here for you always.

@moontide / angie ! girl, your amanda is so important to my jesse idk if i can even properly put it into words. when i first started writing jesse, i had no idea what type of interactions i would get. truthfully, i thought nobody would show any interest whatsoever and she would just be another blog that faded away. WHAT I NEVER IMAGINED IS WHAT I’VE WRITTEN WITH YOU. the amanda/jesse dynamic we’ve created is so complex and beautiful, and i love it so much. every single heart breaking thread and verse we’ve started or discussed, i love. jesse is so her mama’s daughter, and being able to have those interactions means so much to me, i just have to say thank you. and your amanda? so fantastic. i absolutely love the life you bring to her, and i’m so so so honored to write with you. and remember, even when she’s being a brat, jesse loves her mama more than anything.

@o188 / sunny ! holy shit!!! ok so, i need to start by telling you how big of a part you played in me giving amanda her own blog in the first place. when i found your blog and read your writing, i was, for the lack of a better word, s h o o k. to this day, i am still astounded anytime i read one of your replies, because when you write sonny, you become sonny carisi. from writing his dialogue, to his mannerisms, it’s perfection. and you yourself as a human being???? you’re actually golden and ily. you welcomed me into this community with so much warmth and love and i can never thank you enough!! ok, so now for muses. let me just start with the jesse/sonny dynamic. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE SOMETHING SO PURE???? sonny carisi is the Best Dad, and jesse loves him endlessly, ok? alright, now for sonny and amanda. listen, i can’t even accurately explain how much my amanda loves your sonny. she would quite literally try and catch a falling star for him if he asked. writing amanda so open and trusting whenever she’s with him is so freakin’ beautiful, okay?? i’ve adored every single thread and meme we’ve ever started with them, from amanda telling him she’s pregnant with g, to the morning after, to post book of esther. their dynamic is so freakin’ important and what we’ve created with them is truly one of my favorite relationships i’ve ever written. oh, and writing them as parents of their precious baby girls?? quite literally makes my heart grow ten sizes. they are so soft, so beautiful, and i am both honored and grateful to have the opportunity to write that with you!!

@painbled / peaches ! cracks knuckles alright here goes!! HI I FREAKING LOVE YOU. you are one of the most genuine human beings i’ve met on here, and i am forever grateful that i chose to write topanga way back when. there was a chunk of time where we fell out of contact, but the second we started talking again, it was like NO TIME AT ALL HAD PASSED. that’s a true testament to our friendship, and i’m forever grateful for that! then, you went and decided to write noah porter benson aka amanda’s lil baby that’s not actually her baby, but she loves him like he is. she would throw down so hard for him, i’m forever emotional about it. the thread we have where liv’s in the hospital has me wrecked, but i also love it because there are so many mama!amanda vibes aimed at noah happening that it makes my heart warmer than the sun. then there’s jess and noah, and good freakin’ lord. THEY’RE SO CUTE I CAN BARELY STAND IT. they are freakin’ in love with each other and icb they’re gonna get married and have a family and liv and amanda are gonna be grandparents to the same kids. listen, both me, amanda, and jesse’s lives wouldn’t be the same without you and your muses in them. you are such a talented writer, and i will forever tell you that whenever you need reminding. thunder, lightning. peaches and honey always!!

@southbronxabogado / adrien ! wow wow wow wow wow. first of all, you are actually rafael barba. i’m convinced. every single thread is so accurate and it brings me so much joy to watch you bring him to life and give him the treatment he deserves. now, the relationship we’ve developed between amanda and rafael is truly one of my favorites. i went from oh yeah they’d be cute, to holy fucking shit they’re perfect in 0.000001 seconds after we first started plotting them. the dynamic they have is so genuine, and the way he treats her just makes my heart so happy. i’ve adored every thread we’ve ever started, from amanda thinking she freakin’ broke the toaster to the throwback thread of him taking her to that fancy benefit. now last but definitely not least, can i just say how wonderful you are ooc? like, i know i can jump into your im’s and start screaming at you enthusiastically in all caps about our idiots without worry. plotting and writing with you has been such a pleasure, and i absolutely adore you. truly. i can’t wait for all the million other things i’m sure we’ll do.

@thingsmissed / jennifer ! ok, so i haven’t really gotten much of a chance to write amanda or jesse with any of your muses, but i absolutely love having you on my dash and talking to you ooc! you put so much effort into all your muses, and it’s absolutely inspiring. you are without a doubt one of the sweetest people with one of the most genuinely kind, caring, and giving hearts that i’ve had the pleasure of meeting on here. you are always so much fun to talk to ooc, and i can always feel your kindness exuding through the screen. you are a very talented writer and i hope you never doubt that!!

#earlier this week marked #one year as amanda and jesse #i can't believe it #guys this is over 2000 words #aka i'm certain i've written more in this post #than i have written ic in the month of october thus far #lol #it's fineeeee #but seriously thank you guys sm for sticking with me wow #xoxoxoxo #( 05. OOC / should probably be doing homework. )

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