#strange how that affects it now..se differently

[envy-of-the-apple]

Dark!Naga!SatoSugu x reader

Top of the Food Chain

I've always wanted to continue my naga!mha fic but considering i dont write for deku+co anymore, i decided to move my au a couple fandoms over:D 1.8k wc

Part two , Part three

(Warnings: animal deaths, blood, obsession, dark content, slight gun threat but not rlly, polyamory, gender ambigious!reader) 

Despite being here for nearly a week, you still don't think Satoru understood how delicate you are. 

He's overbearing, in that sense. Constantly poking and prodding and squeezing until your lungs give and you're forced to squeak. You can't blame him for not understanding. He's an animal, after all. Inhuman. Despite his skin and hair, the scales coating his tail give away just how different he is. He was probably born fighting, kicking, and screeching his way through the foliage, hunting, chewing, and biting. 

He's not like you when all you knew when you were younger was coddling and softness. You can see it in his scars, and bruises, and marks. 

Luckily, for you, Suguru had an inkling that you weren't made for sharp claws. 

It's not a fight, you can tell when they're fighting, it's more like a warning? A minor disagreement. Suguru hisses at the other naga, scrunching up his face, showing his teeth. Satoru is quick to respond, but a little more playful. Fortunately for you, the black-haired male seems to win the argument. Satoru's coils loosen around you. Air stops fighting its way to get into your lungs. 

You finally go lax in his hold. Satoru seems to enjoy that, dipping his head to bury his face into the base of his neck. The first few times he did that, you were afraid he was trying to bite off your jugular. Now, you think it's just another way he can soak up your body heat. 

Maybe you've been here for longer than a week. At this point, you couldn't really tell. Hope that you'd be found was starting to slowly fizzle away. The explosion had been massive. The ship had sunk in a matter of minutes. With a disaster that huge, you doubt anyone would still be looking for survivors. Especially on an uncharted island, where myth had turned into reality. 

 Satoru had been the one you'd woken up to. Washed ashore, barely conscious. You were half-certain he was planning on eating you with the way he held your leg, watching your muscles bend and turn. In his defense, he must have thought you were dead. Your shrill scream quickly convinced him otherwise. 

It was barely a fight. More or less, a pathetic kidnapping as he grabbed your body, slinging it over his shoulder. You've never remembered screaming and crying so loudly before, convinced you were about to be eaten. Suguru probably heard you before he saw you. 

Satoru's mate was a little less impressed with you. Back then, they didn't bother learning your tongue, speaking in hisses and snarls, unaware of your misery. Suguru's frown was glued on his face, but the naga never let you run away, always keeping a hand or a tail on you at all times. It was a rough first day; you didn't know they weren't interested in eating you until they tried to feed you. 

Things were much different back then Nowadays, they are a lot more considerate of yourself and your soft body. You think you've come to an understanding with these strange creatures. 

Suguru was the nicest out of the two. In that, you mean the least rough. Compared to his counterpart, he's a bit smaller, but that's not saying there's any real difference. If it comes down to it, you are more than certain he'd be able to kill you off as quickly as his mate. You thought he hated you, at first. Now, you think he has a hard time showing blatant affection. His touches typically come in the dead of night, when you're barely conscious. A clawed finger gently raking over your soft skin. Large hands sculpting your face. 

Satoru's eyes were the first thing you noticed about him. Glittering like blue sapphires. You had a feeling they weren't just for show. Time and time again he's proven that he can see better than Suguru could. He smiles a lot more, but you're starting to wonder if that expression translates across species. He can speak your tongue slightly better than Suguru could. It most likely has to do with his insistence on staying with you. The more time you spend with him, the more you have to say 'No' 'Don't touch there' 'Stop'. 

In the rare times you manage to escape their hold, you like watching them interact with each other. They often sunbathe for hours, lazing around hot rocks to soak in the heat. They like touching each other. Sometimes it's aggressive, like when Satoru chomps on Suguru's neck and you're suddenly much more aware of how careful he is with you. Other times it's: soft, unintentional, meaningless. Languid cuddling when you are finally able to braid Suguru's hair. 

At this point, you've surmised they won't eat you. At least, not for the moment. You don't exactly know what they think of you. Do they have the concept of pets in their worldview? Maybe that's the closest thing you can place yourself as, at least in their eyes. They must think you're helpless. To them, you have no claws, no fangs, no venom. They probably don't know you come from a species that's hunted others to extinction and currently burning down the planet. You must be the first time they've ever seen your kind, stripped away from your weapons, when you're the least dangerous. 

"You should be more scared of me, you know," you once whispered to Suguru in the dead of night.

He was dozing off, blearily keeping his eyes open to stare at your moving lips. There was a grunt behind you, and Satoru tightened his arms across your waist. Greedy for affection, even in his sleep.

"Humans are terrifying," you said, reaching out to touch, "top of the food chain."

Suguru had smiled at that. You found yourself smiling back.

"You're lucky I didn't have a gun on me. You probably don't even know what that is." It's dark humor to press two fingers into his forehead. Your way of coping maybe.

Or perhaps your actions prove that humans will always desire to be violent, no matter how perilous their fight may be.

"Bang." He leans into your touch, unafraid. Oblivious to the threat that you are.

You're guessing Satoru only let you go because of the food Suguru brought.

You're able to feel the ground again as he glides over to Suguru having just come back from a successful hunt. The carcass of the largest deer you've ever seen is slung across his back. The smell of blood already makes you nauseous. 

You think Suguru had been the most panicked when you refused to eat, clicking and cooing while he tried to force-feed you the bloody leg of a bear. Back then, your communication was even worse than it was now. You were smeared in crimson by the time he relented. Practically dripping in it. 

Now, Suguru knows you have different tastes than them. You're not a big fan of raw. The fish and the handful of berries are more than enough to sate you as you gather the items he's given in your hands. 

"Thank you," you say. You reach out, touching his face with warm fingers. He purrs into your touch. You smile. It's the least gratitude you can give him. After all, he's not asking for much. If they hadn't found you, you would have been dead long ago, or at least, significantly less weaker. It's the least you can do. 

For a moment, you delude yourself into thinking they were your pets. It'd certainly be easy too. They have little to no regard for personal boundaries, much like dogs. They're more animalistic than they are human. 

It's funny to think of these monsters as lovable pets.

"Thank you," Suguru repeats. You giggle. It's not like they actually understand you. It's simple mimicry. Like talking to a parrot. 

"Thank you!" Satoru chirps, never one to be left out. He pushes his mate out of the way, eager for your pets as well. Suguru hisses, but doesn't argue. You've learned they like to be scratched right there on the bottoms of their chins. 

Suguru's less obvious, but Satoru has no desire to pretend. He melts into you, practically slumping his weight into your weak hold. It's a little adorable actually. You give a little laugh. He seems even more pleased at that. 

They're fun to be around, but this can't last. You belong with other humans, far far away from this island. So far, you hadn't seen any boats in the horizon, but you hope one would come by soon. A plane would be even better. Close enough to give you hope. Maybe if you built a big enough fire, it'd reach someone eye. 

Hopefully, in just a few weeks, these creatures will be a very cherished memory. 

You frown when Satoru reaches over to grasp at your food, the meat specifically. You glare, moving away from his hold. He titters in clear disappointment. You hate seeing him sad but you already have so few food sources. It's best to conserve whatever you get. 

"No," you pointedly tell him, "It's mine. Mine." 

His frown deepens, and he opens his jaws to let his fangs pop out. 

"Mine," you repeat. 

He leans back, huffing. You laugh because you know his expression is more out of frustration than any actual anger. Again, animals. You pet his head in apology, before turning away. You'd have to start a tiny fire to start cooking. Raw fish is edible, but it's hardly desirable. 

A hand grabs yours, clawed, the grip is tight around your frail skin. When you look back, Satoru is staring at you. Eyes wide. Eager. 

"Mine," he says, but it's more like he's testing the word. Tasting it on his lips. 

You scoff, unamused. "That's my arm. Not yours." 

Satoru smiles. Sharp teeth. You suddenly remember he's a carnivore. 

He's slow when he draws you in, practically dragging you into his arms. You're used to his spontaneous hugs, tight and suffocating. You can't fight him off, so you typically wait until Suguru has enough of his behavior and drags him off you. 

"Mine," Satoru repeats. Alarm bells ring in your head but it's easy to brush them off. It's mimicry. They can't understand. It's like talking to a parrot. 

You feel the weight of the other naga at your back. His arms wrap around your waist, pushing you against Satoru's chest. You stiffen when Suguru's fangs lightly graze up your neck. Never quite punctures, but is terrifyingly close.

"Mine," Suguru says into your skin. 

You laugh again, but it comes out less hesitant. More airy. Amid their hold, a sudden thought comes to you.

If you weren't at the top of the food chain anymore, then who was?

[tourturestarradio]

𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"

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Pairing: Choso x Vampire reader

Prompt: You're curse just wanting to roam free but after certain events lead you to meet your new blood bag you fall face first into a growing obsession for his blood.

Warnings:Smut, fem bodied reader, kinda mean reader, hand job, riding, blow job (male receiving), doggy style, not proof read, manipulation, blood sucking (obviously.) switch! choso, Switch reader, semi public sex (only a little), hair pulling

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You stared at the male in front of you "you'd be of great help Y/n." blinking you sighed "no thanks." turning and walking away you felt energy zoom past you tilting your head to the side just in time as a sharp object passed you.

You groan in annoyance "I don't have a choice do I?" looking back you stared at the man dubbed as Geto, he freaked you out "I suppose you don't" standing still for a moment you blinked "okay. i'll join you."

After joining the creep with the scar on his forehead's little gang you were paired with a half curse named "Choso?" you looked at him.

He didn't talk much but not because he didn't like you, he just wasn't that sociable. Or maybe he just didn't like you. Either he didn't speak with you much.

Up until you asked what he could do, he explained his technique but in all honesty you didn't pay any form of attention to what he was saying as you were staring at his face. He was so cute. But he was also really hot when he was fighting.

Licking your lips you spoke "sooo, you can control blood can you?" he nodded "can I see?" leaning closer to him, he agreed showing off his piercing blood technique. Then the sweet smell hit your nose "so that's your blood? No one else's?" he shook his head again "can I taste it?" he snapped his head over "...what" nothing but a look of confusion covered his face.

You scooted closer your shoulders now touching "please your blood smells so good! just a little taste?" you asked, it then clicked for Choso, "you're a vampire aren't you?" he asked, as if to remind himself, you slumped "how did you forget so easily" Choso looked you up and down "do you need any blood right now?" you nodded your head rapidly.

Remembering a conversation you had with him you thought of an idea just a quick white lie.

"Ya'know...I have family too." Choso seemed to perk up at the mention of family "really?" you nodded "yes two little siblings, and they mean so much to me. and I'm the only one who can take care of them and I need blood to survive because without me, my little siblings could be out on the streets...or worse..." you mumbled hoping he would fall for your dumb story.

Choso frowned "I understand wanting to do anything to keep your siblings safe." you nodded 'fuckin idiot.' you thought to yourself "i'll let you have some." you smiled "alright come on." getting up you grabbed his arm dragging him away.

He let you pull him away into a different room shutting the door you had to keep a smile from growing on your face. tilting his chin up you pulled his scarf down staring at his neck you could smell his blood right below his skin. Licking a spot on his neck you felt him shiver. Biting down on his neck a sweet taste flooded your mouth, one like which you've never tasted before.

Your heart started pumping faster as you gripped onto his shoulder biting down harder "ah...!" Choso groaned at how hard you were biting him in the mist of an oddly euphoric feeling he remembered "wait-!" shoving you off he held the spot on his neck "my blood it's poiso-" "delicious! ah I've never tasted such good blood in my life!" you didn't seem to be affected by his blood, in a split second you latched onto his neck again.

Choso could feel your tongue glide over where you had bitten at, that same strange feeling washing over him again. His hand slid into your hair gripping onto it, after a few seconds he could feel himself get a little woozy.

Pulling your head away you licked your lips "Choso! I wasn't finished!" he caught his breath "I'm sorry I just felt a little tired" he huffed, You roll your eyes "right. well thanks Choso baby you're a big help." you were about to walk away but Choso grabbed your arm "wait....I feel weird." you tilted your head "hm? oh my saliva has some type of chemical thingy that'll nullify the bite, make you feel a little better." you explained.

"Hm. Alright but I feel all hot. Is that normal?" he asked you looked down seeing he was hard. Cute just from sucking on his neck a bit.

You chuckled "I can help with that, but is it okay if I do?" he nodded his head "ah, ah say it."

"Yes, please."

A smile grew on your face "good boy." pushing him up against a wall, getting on your knees you tugged the waistband down "wow." you stated, staring at his cock grabbing hold of it you looked up at him again "is it okay if I...?" he nodded his head rapidly that growing need getting worse.

"Speak."

"Y-Yes."

Licking his tip you looked up at him seeing him squeezing his eyes shut his face growing red "aw I barely even touched you." you chuckled, taking his tip into your mouth you swirled your tongue around his tip feeling him shudder under you.

Pulling your head up spitting on his cock your hand going to work as you pump is cock whimpers leaving his mouth. He leaked pre-cum as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand "can you...can you use your mouth...fuck...again? please." he asked, a smile played on your face "as you wish" wrapping your lips around his cock again you pushed your head further down.

"Fuck...ah, ah~" as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat Choso grabbed your hair tightly, feeling an odd knot built up "I feel...hah, weird..."

You giggled sending a vibration up his body 'coming so quickly?' you bobbed your head back and forth faster "fuck...fuck, fuck..!" you nearly gagged as he came into your mouth pulling your head away you licked your lips "you're so cute Choso" you say lightly slapping his cheek "wait...wait can you do that again?" he asked carefully sliding you hand to his cock.

"Oh?" you roll your wrist back and forth "you like that baby?" you hum in his ear he nodded a low moan escaping his mouth "yeah..." he groaned tossing his head back.

"Don't be too loud now baby. Don't want the others to hear what a needy slut you're being." you hummed, pumping his cock faster he gripped onto your arm "shit..." he groaned again.

With another curse he came again letting out little whimpers as he tried to catch his breath, beads of sweat rolling down his head. Letting go of his dripping cock you licked your hand clean "might have to do this more often." You muttered, leaving him there in shambles trying to recollect himself.

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As the days passed you couldn't get the taste of his blood out of your mouth. Trying your damned hardest to find something similar to it, but no one's was similar.

Once again you asked him for some blood.

A few days after that you went back again after that.

Then the next day.

Then the next day.

A repeating cycle but you weren't the only one getting something out of this Choso would ask for sex after just because he always felt so needy after. Sometimes you'd say yes sometimes you said no. Either way he was understanding.

It was late at night and you were hungry. But not for blood, you wanted Choso. No you needed him. Badly.

By some odd coincidence Choso was also craving you as well, because you heard a knock at your apartment door. Opening the door you saw Choso standing there.

Almost instantly you both were latched onto each other, Choso kissed you his hand holding your hips "I need you...I need you so bad" he muttered between kisses, "me too" pulling your shirt over your head he pushed you back onto your bed kissing down your torso.

He looked at you through his lashes "can I?" you nodded your head "ah, ah, say it" you smirked hearing him turn the tables on you.

"Yes you can"

Sliding your clothes off your body Choso looked over your body "like the view?" you teased, turning around on your stomach you propped your ass up looking back at him. Pulling his clothes off Choso kept his eyes trained on you, putting all his bite marks, and hickeys that littered his body from previous meet ups.

You were already soaking wet waiting for him. Choso pumped his cock a bit before lining his cock up with your entrance. Slowly pushing into you, he hissed "mm...tight, relax Y/n." he groaned slowly moving in and out of you as you moaned his name.

His thrust grew rougher as you gripped the sheets, he held your waist tightly "fuck...you feel so good." he groaned, tossing his head back. You cursed under your breath "shit! just like that baby. ngh, fuck" your breathing grew unsteady as he thrust in and out of you.

His hips stuttered he could feel himself coming close to his high "fuck...Y/n...m'close hah" you squeezed around him "ngh, not y-yet." you shook your head "..what?" he was confused but you shook your head again "n-not yet!" you dropped your head moaning his name again.

Reaching back you grabbed his hand "pull...out" slowly Choso pulled out "what's wrong?" he huffed out of breath.

"Lay back." he did as he was told laying on his back, you crawled on top of him, hovering over his throbbing cock. Leaning down you kissed him again sliding yourself down onto him.

Leaning up again, you rolled your hips forward "I like looking at your face when you cum" you smiled your fangs showing as you continued to ride the black haired male.

One hand held your waist while the other groped your chest.

"Mm I-I could say the s-same...ngh" squeezing his eyes shut he bit at his lip swallowing thickly as the urge to cum became strong again. You also felt the same urge "fuck. m'close too" your moans grew louder "let's....let's cum together" Choso had rolled his hips upwards "mm, make me feel so good...ahh, hah." your eyes rolled back as you and Choso came together.

Your body shuddered as you rode out your high, you laid down on Choso.

He opened his mouth to speak but you were asleep before he could say anything, a small smile displayed on his face.

"I'll let you sleep" pressing a kiss against your forehead he held you close to his chest closing his eyes.

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A/n: I love Chosoooooooooooo

[kairismess]

HIHIII! ik i’ve requested like 300000 times but your works are just so amazing 😣😣 but i’ve always just associated Suna with the song Love Language by ariana grande (it’s quite apparent i love her) for some reason. the song is abt trying to learn your partner’s love language so we can love better and i just love picturing that with him😫 Maybe reader can have that mentality along with the end part of the song with “i’m not what you had before, your ex girlfriend don’t want no smoke… i’m just gon make you my home”. bye i just think it’s so cute lolol 😣😣😣

rintaro's love language . . .

🏐 genre: fluff ~ !

✒️ word count: 645

💭 summary: rintaro's been noticing how strange you've been acting lately around him... almost as if you were trying to get something out of him. he doesn't mind, though—he'd love to give you what you're looking for so badly.

🍥 author's note: OOOOOOOO THAT'S SUCH A CUTE IDEA !!! I LOVE IT !! i hope this is any good :'DD

being seated on this boy's lap was the last thing you expected.

his mint green eyes stared into your own, balancing your weight on his string thigh, bouncing you up and down on it here and there to tease you a little. this is what you wanted though, right? to know what it really was that rintaro was into? to know what he loves to give you and take from you? well, you got it now—now you aren't leaving his lap no matter how much and how cutely you squirm and act all shy under his gaze.

for the past few weeks, rintaro noticed the sudden changes and the subtle glances and gestures you've been giving him; it wasn't so uncharacteristic of you, just a little... a little different. he didn't mind, he loved everything you did, even if it wasn't that obvious. he was a little curious every now and then why you were acting that way, but he figured instead of asking you, he'd beat you at your own game by observing you as you observed him.

you were always offering him some sweets in between breaks, and you always offered to walk home with him and hold his hand all sneakily—you were like a cunning little fox, and he oddly loved seeing you act like you weren't up to anything. he pretended not to notice and went with the flow as you kept showering him with affection, not realizing he had caught on long ago when he noticed your smile was laced with a few undertones of something mysterious. it didn't help your case when he had paid attention and remembered the details of the passing comments you made back then when talking to him, asking him if he had an ideal kind of affection he wanted you to give him.

he never understood what that meant, "a specific kind of affection"... until he caught a glance at your phone and realized what you meant. going on those love expert sites helped you get an idea of how to woo him over even more, but it also gave rintaro the idea that what you really wanted was to see what would make him melt... and fortunately, you hadn't figured it out yet. luckily for him, he was curious as to what your love language was, too—so in a bold gesture... he sat you down on his lap when no one was looking, and wrapped his lean but strong arm around your waist, bringing his face so close to you, that your noses were brushing against each other's.

he seemed so nonchalant about it, too... it was too much for you. your face burned and your lips quivered; you stuttered out questions, your mind ran a million miles an hour—but all rintaro did was peck a kiss on your cheekbone, placing his other arm around you, embracing you. "can i help that this is what i wanna do with you all along?" he murmurs as he gently caresses your waist, humming in lazy satisfaction, leaning his head down on your shoulder, closing his sharp eyes as he takes in the scent and feeling of being this close to you.

"y'know..." he murmurs as he runs his thumb over your tinier palm, pressing down on it gently. "...no one else has ever made me feel this way. i'm not really clingy, per se, but... i'd do anything to have you this close to me for a long, long while." he finished, planting a sweet kiss on your neck, not caring if the others came back to see this public display of his affection for you. he couldn't care less, all he cares about now is giving you what you want—and letting you know that he's more than willing to give you more of this than just this one occasion.

[sgiandubh]

Credo che in questo fandom ci siano persone che seguono le vicende di S e C dall’inizio. Potrebbero collaborare a fare un album fotografico di tutte le ragazze che sono state affibbiate a Sam e vedere come il metodo si ripeta continuamente. La linea che chiamerei “ direttiva “ è ogni volta corredata da vari avvenimenti collaterali. Siamo partiti con una attrice passando per intrattenitrici , figlie di personaggi importanti modelle e ora sportive . Mi convinco sempre più che l’ideatore o gli ideatori di questi amori massmediali siano gli stessi del 2016.Nessuno degli Antis si preoccupa della vita di Caitriona: lei ha diritto alla sua privacy mentre Sam decisamente no.Sam cosa faresti per amore? gli è stato chiesto, tutto farei tutto., ha risposto E sta facendo proprio di tutto per proteggere chi ama.D’altronde se così non fosse queste donne sarebbero apparse al suo fianco in molte occasioni pubbliche essendo lui single alla ricerca del vero amore . Questa noiosa ripetitività come non può colpire anche quelli del lato opposto? E se posso fare un’osservazione S in questi ruoli non recita affatto bene .Una cotta, una passione o anche solamente un’attrazione fisica ti rende felice. Qui non vedo niente di scoppiettante , solo una coppia che sembra clandestina quando l’obiettivo è quello di essere pubblica. Se sei felice non lo puoi nascondere! Scusa la lunghezza di questo intervento ma sono cose talmente assurde e così poco interessanti!!!

Dear @findanserwers,

Sempre un piacere leggerti. Sai, a volte tutta questa farsa mi fa pensare a uno dei nostri programmi di giochi preferiti, su Rai Uno - Affari Tuoi (lo so, lo so, eh? 🤣). Non si sa mai cosa porterà con sé il prossimo pacco - forse un blu, un rosso, forse il Dottore chiamerà 👽... Ma puoi sempre scommettere che l'avidità di denaro e d'attenzione dei 'pacchisti' li terranno lì finché non avranno esaurito tutte le loro possibilità. Boh, anche se sappiamo che gli schemi continuano ad andare avanti, c'è sempre questo strano, quasi perverso senso di anticipazione.

Scrivi:

'I think we have, in this fandom, people who follow S&C's adventures since the very beginning. They could all collaborate and make photo album with all the girls who have been associated with Sam and see the pattern repeating itself over and over again. The line I would call 'directive' is every single time accompanied by all sorts of side events. We started with an actress, passing through entertainers, daughters of important people, models and now athletes. I am increasingly convinced that the creator or creators of these media love stories are the same as in 2016. None of the Antis care about Caitriona's life: she has the right to her privacy, while Sam definitely doesn't. Sam, what would you do for love? he was asked. I would do everything, he answered. And he is doing everything to protect the people he loves. On the other hand, if this were not the case, these women would have appeared at his side on many public occasions as he is officially single and in search of true love. How can this boring repetitiveness not also affect those on the opposite side? And, if I may make an observation, S doesn't act well at all, in these 'roles'. A crush, a passion or even just physical attraction makes you happy. I don't see anything flashy here, just a couple that looks clandestine, when the obvious goal would be to show off freely in public. If you are happy you can't hide it! Sorry for the length of this post but these things are so absurd and so uninteresting!!!'

Isn't it strange that, even if we know it so well, by now, we keep on following all this #shitshow every single time, as if somehow, something might turn out different?

Except it doesn't really, does it? TMcG will always look like he is about to have dental surgery (plus now wearing more make up than Berlusconi or Tutankhamun ever did) and S will always look nervous (who, in their right mind, would think biting his finger was sexy?!), out of place and even sometimes borderline rude. Organic, my foot: I am ready to accept one of their stories might look bizarre and manufactured as fuck, but BOTH? At the SAME TIME?

Yeah. And pigs fly.

[bean-spring]

My take on 2x06 & jealous Brett because I just remembered I have social media and I can tell this stuff to people other than my fiance

Inside job s2 spoilers / Breagan my beloved / PLEASE DO NOT REPLY WITH HATE i can't stand negativity

- My overall take because I am a very organized person (I am not)

Whether I liked the episode or not really depends on the actual meaning behind it. The plot and structure were excellent! Ron and Brett's little rivalry was hilarious and I felt Reagan's anxiety all the damn time. I really enjoyed it and I always appreciate Andre's screentime <3 However, there is some stuff that just... Doesn't make sense? The ending is what I would call... Not rushed, per se, but forced.

I found the episode funny and cool (and stressful if you relate to Reagan or Brett in any way) and really worth it! But that's it. It's like they were trying to build a really sad and shocking climax for Reagan's relationship with Ron, but using a filler episode as the conductor. The whole episode focuses on Brett and his negative feelings towards Ron to end up with Ron and Reagan taking a break from each other. Which is not a bad way to focus on the story, but I feel like if they wanted us to focus on Reagan and Ron ONLY they would've made the episode only about them, and make the Brett/Ron argument shorter and less crucial for the plot.

I also feel like the conclusion (Ron deciding that maybe work is too dangerous for them) makes sense! But Reagan's? She says something about balancing work and their relatioship, and it makes sense too, but they don't really show how work affects their relationship in specific.

Another thing that just feels odd to me is Brett's behavior. Of course, this whole post is to defend my view as a Breagan shipper and you might think that I'm just gaslighting manipulating girlbossing you into thinking he was jealous, but I couldn't care less about people's opinions (that's a lie, I kin Brett). I genuinely think Brett was acting weird and definitely not in character if it's meant to be seen as only platonic. I didn't even ship Breagan this much until I finished the season and without having them in mind I still thought he was acting a bit too strange.

Aside from the ending and Brett's behavior (which I will address now), the episode is really good! One of my favorites for sure, and it's not even because Andre has more than three lines (It really makes a difference, though).

- The ending and how it made my girl Reags dirty

Let's start off with the ending, just like when you find an interesting movie on TV but you're too tired to watch it from the beginning so you just enjoy what's left without context!

Ron's conclusion makes sense, but Reagan's "We will find a way to balance our lives and jobs" just... Doesn't. You may not agree with me about Brett being jealous, but this is something that's been bothering me for a while and I know I'm right.

Ron decides, after being chased by his girlfriend's coworkers, realizing that her BFF doesn't like him and that Cognito is darker than he thought, that it's not a good idea to mix work and love. Which is fair, to be honest. He literally saw clones of Hitler and organs of babies, like, I wouldn't feel safe there either.

But it's not what Ron thinks about Cognito and work that bothers me, because nobody would want their girlfriend working there. What he thinks is completely valid and although I didn't like the fact that he ghosted Reags (dude just text her my girl was literally begging you for a proper answer), he has the right to want to step out from that world. What truly makes me angry is Reagan's search for the perfect reality in the last episode.

I know what's the point they were trying to make: Reagan is a workaholic and wouldn't be able to keep a stable relationship with Ron.

Which makes a lot of sense and it's not out of character at all! God knows Reags has been obsessed with Cognito and being the boss and changing the world for forever. But the show doesn't give us an explicit example of that.

I know. We aren't dumb. We read between the lines. We get Reagan. It's inside the subtext and her entire persona. Easy to see, easy to understand, doesn't need to be explicit.

This argument would work if it wasn't because there's no subtext! We don't see (not even ONCE) how work is more important for Reagan than Ron. In fact, it's the opposite. Every time she has to choose between work and love, she chooses love:

Date with Ron >> Their mission in Rome -> Rome on fire

Desperately trying to convince Ron to work for Cognito and forgetting about actual work to a point where you would think she wouldn't get anything done if Ron was there with her -> Zombie apocalyspe (that was on Brett but she was the one forcing him to get along with Ron so-)

Being scared to lose Ron in one of the timlines >> Actually saving the timeline (by this I don't mean she didn't care about the timline and the others, but she was pretty much focused on not losing Ron. Which is valid and pretty damn romantic so go girl!!!)

(This is not Reagan slander, by the way! She's been through A LOT and deserves to be selfish. I support women's rights but most importantly I support women's wrongs!)

So how the hell my girl (at the end of ep 6) gets to the conclusion that they couldn't balance both things? She was doing pretty well until the Halloween party, and it didn't even get in between their relationship, it just proved Ron's point about the work not being safe. Which, again, makes sense, but doesn't really get in between their lives in the same way the last episode says.

Episode 6: Work is dangerous and it gets in between our relationship. We have proof. Here's a whole episode putting Ron in danger to prove it.

Episode 8: Work gets in between our relationship because Reagan would put work first. Which makes sense due to her personality, but we've been proving otherwise the whole damn season!

Just stick with one reason or develop both of them but don't change them!!!!

We suppose Reagan would be a workaholic girlfriend if Ron worked there due to her personality and ambition, but we don't actually see it? And it's not really that important and y'all must be thinking I'm reading too much into it, but I just think an explicit confirmation of Reags caring more about work than for Ron would've been great. The different realities in which she treats him like shit aren't out of character but feel odd, considering that she's been choosing him over work multiple times this season. Man, just a little tiny example I'm not asking for much.

Maybe it would've been different if she hadn't gotten that promotion. Maybe she would've been happy with Ron. I know those realities are focused on the possibility of changing the world she didn't have before Ron asked her to move in together, but... I don't know. As if she didn't care for her job before the promotion, y'know?

Basically, for me the whole workaholic thing appears out of nowhere and doesn't make sense with the Ron/Reags dyamic we've seen.

And this whole thing is connected to episode 6 because I think that episode would've been a great moment to introduce both points of view: Reagan prioritizing work and Ron not finding their jobs safe enough.

- The writers' decision and how I would've written the episode because I apparently have too much free time in class to think about this

The episode is great, but I don't understand why Brett is the protagonist here. If the conclusion is meant to be about Reagan and Ron taking a break from each other and asking THE question ("Is work getting in between our relationship?"), why is Brett the one we focus on through the episode?

If it's meant to be just a slight dislike and just not getting along with Ron, why is it so damn crucial to the plot? It's not just Brett wanting to be friends with Ron in a silly, little, sitcomy way. It's Brett wondering WHY he feels like that towards Ron. It's Brett wanting to support his BFF's boyfriend but not being able to do it for no reason whatsoever. It's literally Brett provoking the reason why Ron decides to take a break from Reagan.

Whether it is meant to be romantic or platonic, Brett is technically the reason why Ron acts like that in the end. He even makes a whole zombie apocalypse happen! Just because he didn't like Ron! C'mon it's absurd to think that's strictly platonic. This plot has been going on for years in thousand of different sitcoms: F/M best friends! One starts dating someone! The other doesn't like them! They don't know why! Wow, turns out they were in love the whole time and didn't realize they were jealous.

Classic trope for best friends to lovers.

But yeah, let's say it's platonic. Let's say Brett's reaction to Ron is just a silly plot device to make the guy realize Cognito is dangerous and even the simplest guy with the most innocent intentions could cause an apocalypse.

Why make the episode focus on Brett, then? If his feelings for Ron aren't that related to his relationship with Reags, why are those the ones to make them question their rellationship?

If it's just platonic then I find the episode a bit unnecessary.

If they wanted to show us how work affects them, and not only Brett, why wouldn't they make an episode about that in specific? It isn't that hard.

I personally would've kept the same plot: Reagan trying to convince Ron to work for Cognito using the team's opinions and views on their work!

They go to Brett and everything's the same. They don't get along. It's uncomfortable. But it stays there. Brett makes some comments about how fun it is to work for Cognito but accidentally reveals how dangerous it is, and Ron starts getting a bit worried and confused because... Where the hell has been his girlfriend working?

Then they go to Andre, Gigi, Glenn, Myc... Basically, individual meetings with each. Funny sketches. All of them fuck everything up by talking about work and how it actually is and Ron gets scared with every experience he hears.

And meanwhile, Reagan gets caught up with work! There's drama everywhere! Something something someone died. Something something the Hitler clones scaped. Something something Kanye West is a nazi now and we need to end him. Something somehing zombie apocalypse.

That way we see Reagan sort of neglecting her relationship with Ron because of work, and Ron realizing how dangerous it is.

It doesn't need to be all about Brett. At all. The ending is still the same.

So why would they make Brett the main plot point, wondering why he acts the way he does, if not to be important later? Not to mention that his character is reduced to this from this episode to the end.

- Reasons why Brett could dislike Ron and why I think they don't make sense bc this dude would get along with fucking Mussolini

"Ron made fun of Brett's interests and was lowkey mean to him!"

Brett is a pathological people pleaser, and as the pathological people pleaser I am I can confirm that that wasn't the reason why he disliked Ron. Brett likes everyone. Everyone. No matter what they do. It's not even... Like, like. It's just having to see the best in everyone because he wants to be able to get along with them so they don't hate him.

Making fun of his favorite music? Drinks? Comedian? That's soft compared to what half of the people he knows say to him. Literally you could meet him for the first time, tell him that Friends is a shitty sitcom and he would literally tell you that you're right and then cry while watching the finale.

He's constantly putting other people first and swallowing his opinions and pride, so why not sharing the same opinions as Ron would make him dislike him? It doesn't make any sense.

Besides, Ron wasn't even mean or intentionally hurting Brett. And even if he had been, Brett would've probably been the one apologizing, too. He has encountered horrible people through his life and you're telling me that Ron, his best friend's boyfriend, is the one that makes him dislike someone for once? Not buying it. Doesn't make sense.

"Brett is just worried about Reagan."

Literally doesn't make any sense because Ron hasn't shown any signs of being a bad boyfriend. And if that was the case and Brett was just being an overprotevtive best friend, it would've been explicit. There's no need to hide it in the subtext. And it wouldn't even make sense for the last episodes.

"Brett has abandonment issues."

Yeah, this one's true I can't fight against this one. However, it doesn't prove anything. He can have abandonment issues and still be in jealous. It can be both!

"He's just scared of losing his best friend."

Once again, yeah, true. But it doesn't make sense to me! The reason why Brett is so obsessed with Ron is because he can't figure out why he doesn't like him. If it was meant to be platonic they would've just said so explicitly and it wouldn't have been the main plot.

"They just don't have chemistry."

Ron is like a sad boy version of Reagan with religious trauma, there's no reason why Brett wouldn't like him. They do have chemistry! Brett is the sun, Reagan is the moon, and Ron is an eclipse! (not in a bad way like- I hope y'all have seen that friendship dynamics pic because otherwise this doesn't make sense but I swear it's really cute).

They end up having chemistry and getting along! But only because Ron gave Brett a reason to like him, which Brett has never ever needed before.

"It's just a plot device lmfao stop looking this much into it."

Maybe???? But idk I would like to be a screenwriter someday so looking into things a lot is my thing.

- Brett and his people pleaser soul slowly breaking through the episode

Canonically, Ron is the first person Brett has ever disliked. Which might be an exageration because this boy tends to say stuff like this a lot, but as far as we know it's canon. So, having that in mind, we know that Ron is actually the first person to make Brett panic over not liking someone.

It's completely normal, he just wants to make Reagan happy. Everything he does is for Reagan. Can we PLEASE remember that he's doing this for Reagan? Because I think we don't talk about it enough.

The thing about Brett not liking Ron is that Brett doesn't know why he dislikes him...

Despite being a horrible father and boss, Brett likes Rand! We've seen them interacting or, well, at least we haven't seen Brett hating him. Brett likes Myc despite being a total asshole to him and the others, and he probably is the only one (except Andre) that considers Myc to be a real friend. For literal no reason. Brett still likes his bullies. He likes his shitty family. He liked Reagan although she treated him like shit in the first episode.

And maybe it's not like, like. But it's enough to make him have a normal life with them and be able to to be of service for their approval (istg this guy's just like me fr).

So why's this any different with Ron? Maybe the writers were just trying to make this a plot device and forgot about Brett's inability to hate people. But is that really what happened? Why make it the main plot of the episode, then?

And why make Brett ask himself why he didn't like Ron?

If it was because of not sharing interests or being mean or whatever (something tangible) it would've been obvious. But he spends the episode asking himself that. It's not just a silly little dynamic, it's Brett actively wondering why he doesn't like his best friend's boyfriend.

In fact, the first time he finds out about Reagan being with someone else he's excited for her! He's happy! And I don't want to project my neurodivergency on him, but maybe the fact that Ron was just an idea and not someone tangible for him yet made him unable to picture him as a threat. And when he truly is there, he finally has someone to be jealous of.

He ends up having a soft spot for Ron, but it's only because he explicitly gave him a reason to like him. And then the last two episodes his whole character is reduced to missing Reagan, projecting on a golden retriever they have to kill, and sacrificing his happiness for Reagan's.

Yeah, totally platonic! As if this clearly wasn't the same exact plot of every romantic comedy to ever exist.

-B plot and parallelisms through the season because I've rewatched this like three times already since it came out. I need therapy. Please help me get out of here.

You thought I had forgotten about Rand's plot??? Well, jokes on you, I was waiting for the parallelisms!

I couldn't care less about the B plot in this episode. If I'm being honest I found it funny but didn't really understand the reason behind it until the last episode and after rewatching it a couple of times.

B plots are often meant to be the juxtaposition between character arcs, parallelisms or just funny little stories to make the main one softer. This time it's the three of them.

Basically, two boys fighting for a girl. That's it. That's like the whole plot. Tamiko comes to the conclusion that work is what made Rand such a shitty and crazy person. Do I really need to say more? Like I'm genuinely tired of writing and the parallelisms with this subplot are pretty much obvious.

Then we have more parallelisms in the finale!

"I had everything. I had my job, I had power. I know it's a fucking cliché, but it's true. You don't know what matters most until you lose it." - Rand about Tamiko and Reagan, 2x07

Brett is well aware of how much he loves Reagan, but maybe not in what way exactly. Her dating someone else might just be that thing that tells him: "Yes. This is it. You're losing her forever. She's gonna move out and be with another man and you're going to be abandoned again. She doesn't love you as much." And I don't know if they're going to keep up with this thing next season, but it wouldn't be weird to follow this statement.

Although I know this quote is meant to be about Reagan and Ron and probably about her regretting not moving with him next season, so the Brett thing is just a theory.

"You can't just hit a button over and over and expect a relationship to go back to the way it was. And I know it's scary to give up control." - Reagan about her parents and her and Ron, 2x07

Once again, obviously about Reagan and Ron. But would it be crazy to think this could be about Brett too? Like wanting constantly to go back (after finding out about Appletone) to when it was just Reagan and him. Talking to the dog as if he was Reagan. Missing her. Wanting her back. The thing about Brett is that he doesn't hit any buttons to go back because he cares more about Reagan's happiness than for his own. But yeah, I think it makes sense.

"And I got this. All I care about is that you're happy." - Brett to Reagan, 2x08

"And as long as the person you love is happy, maybe you can be happy later." - Reagan about Ron, 2x08

"Thanks for sticking by when no one else did. A good leader wouldn't drag their best friend into their dad's bullshit. I don't know if we'll ever get back to our realities, but I've seen yours and it looks good. If I succeed I'll see you again. But if not... Good luck, Brett." - Reagan to Brett, 2x07

"I searched a thousand lifetimes for the one that would make you happiest. And you'll find it one day. Just... Without me. [...] I'll miss you, Ron, and I know it were possible, you'd miss me too." - Reagan to Ron, 2x08

Do I need to say more or....?

They both parallel each other so damn much- And to be honest, maybe it is unrequited. It probably is unrequited. But it could go both ways someday! Let's be optimistic.

-"I listen to Accidentally in love from the Shrek 2 soundtrack every day!!!!" Brett. Love of my life. Is it the vibes or the lyrics?? IS IT BECAUSE THE VIBES OR THE LYRICS????? ANSWER ME BRETT HAND-

"So, she said, "What's the problem, baby?" What's the problem? I don't know. Well, maybe I'm in love. Think about it. Every time I think about it."

"How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it, 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love. Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing bout love."

The writing team choosing the song Brett could mention while starting an uncomfortable dynamic with his best friend's boyfriend: What about a song about falling in love accidentally and not being able to stop it?

Okay so maybe it's not THAT specific. Maybe they just wanted a silly little song from a silly little movie so people would look at Brett, smirk and say "haha he's just like me fr". But?? Is it really?? As I said I want to be a writer and I wouldn't choose something as important and cool as a character's favorite song (okay maybe not FAVORITE CANON but he loves it so) just for the memes. It has to mean something, c'mon.

-Why I think Breagan wouldn't destroy the show (as some of you say) and actually would make them one of the most powerful couples ever (this has absolutely nothing to do with my love for coworkers to BFFs to lovers)

I do agree with a lot of you: We need more M/F platonic relationships. However... Have you ever considered that Brett and Reagan are just... Not really that platonic anymore? It's not the first time we've seen this. Mostly in sitcoms! Jim and Pam from The Office, Jake and Amy from Brooklyn 99, Nick and Jess from New Girl, I can keep going... And going... I kin Brett I know about sitcoms!

Reagan loved Ron. She truly did. But it's true that he needed a normal life and she was... Midnight rain. Sorry, Taylor Swift reference. But!! Reagan would end up choosing work and it doesn't mean she doesn't love Ron, it's just that work is equally important to her and knew he wouldn't be happy if they stayed together.

But it could work with Brett. it works with Brett. Because if they dated he would understand Reagan's priorities. He would be always there for her. And he wouldn't try to keep her away from danger (he would be worried sick, ofc, and always would be there to help) because he knows Reagan wants that.

They work well together and their dynamic is sweet, a bit cliché and easy to build. Maybe it's the easy path but that doesn't mean it's necessarily bad.

As an aroace person I love platonic dynamics, but maybe this is not the one we need!! Or maybe it is, tbh I couldn't care less because either way I trust the writers to give us a great relationship development, whether it is romantic or platonic. But idk I would like to see more of Reagan with the other guys and Brett with Gigi! Maybe Andre and Gigi? It would be great not to rely on just one platonic friendship.

And by the way, there's also this possibility of them being completely platonic and Brett not being jealous. Maybe he's just a good best friend that feels a bit worried about his friendship and that's all! If you don't agree with my opinion, that's great too! Just respect everyone's points of view on this because I've seen a lot of hate towards breagan shippers and it's a completely harmless ship!! <3

If there's any mistakes just know that english isn't my first language and it's like 3 am here right now-- Thanks for reading!!!! <3

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Iron God Chapter 40 [Channei]

CW: Mentioned transmisogyny, graphic violence

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It was abnormally warm out the day Channei began her investigation. Not warm enough to remove a layer, but enough that the townspeople stirred a little more than usual. She passed by a house where Rizval was perched up on the roof replacing shingles. She waved up at them. "Hello!"

Rizval looked down and squinted. "Do I know you?"

Channei chuckled. Of course Rizval wouldn't recognize her in this form. She was a full head taller, her hair was black instead of blond, and her voice had changed entirely. She tried not to draw too much more attention as she passed by Rizval. As much as she wanted to greet them, she had a much more important job to focus on.

The Square Exchange would be a good place to start, she reasoned. She'd been to the weekly barter market many times before and picked up many delightful treasures, but today was different. She wasn't seeking anyone's wares. Only their words when they thought no Styzian was listening.

She joined a crowd that seemed to be heading that way. No one seemed to notice her. She was only another person, and unlike anywhere else, not everyone in the Wash knew each other. A new face was no cause for suspicion. She was virtually invisible.

That was, until tiny hands grabbed her sleeve.

Channei looked down and saw a toddler had ambushed her from his mother's hip. Her eyebrows rose. "Well hello, little one."

"Miss, I'm so sorry." The mother detached her child from Channei and hurried ahead. The disguised Styzian listened as she started talking to a man, probably her husband. "Our son needs to learn some manners."

"Give him to Styzia, then." The man chuckled. "They'll have him straightened out in no time at all."

Several other people laughed. Channei feigned a giggle to blend in.

"Was that Rizval fixing your cousin's roof?"

Channei's eyes darted to that conversation.

"Well yes. Take free help where you can, pal. Hey, do you have something I can give the hoof trimmer?"

She lost interest at the change of subject.

The square was abuzz with people exchanging their goods and services. At least one stand had to have food, she reasoned, and she was ravenous all of a sudden. With nothing to trade, she'd have to steal or beg. Obviously, a human would have a hard time getting away with theft or pleading, so as soon as she saw a dog in the market crowd, she ducked into a stall full of coats and shapeshifted under the cover of fabric.

Now a floppy-eared dog with a brown brindled coat, Channei trotted from the stall and sniffed around. When she picked up the scent of roasting meat, she headed in that direction. It only took one pleading puppy-eyed look to get thrown a handful of scraps. It wasn't the best meat she'd ever had, but it was enough to take the edge off, and she'd certainly eaten far more questionable things.

As she ate, a boy no older than twelve approached the stall, followed by a pack of what had to be his younger siblings. A young girl broke away from them and ran to pet Channei. "Puppy!"

Channei surrendered to the child's affection. She nuzzled into the girl's hands and wagged her tail.

"Wren, don't pet strange dogs." Her brother came and tried to pull her away.

"No worries. Otter's a good girl. She comes by my stall every day hoping for leftovers." The butcher came out and patted Channei's head. She played the part and listened. "Are you all the kids from Felltree?"

"Yeah." Wren came back to pet Channei again. "Miss Peck wanted us to ask people if they've seen Styzians anywhere."

Channei's ear twitched.

The butcher cocked his head. "What for?"

"Ma's obsessed with them for some reason." The oldest boy rolled his eyes. "Some man came along blabbing about justice, saying all these big things about how they're going to stop Styzia stealing children, all that. And she ate it up."

The butcher chuckled. "From what I hear, so did the town council. Suppose there's no harm in keeping my eyes open, but so far, I've not seen anyone."

"Thank you anyway." The boy bowed his head. "Sorry if we bothered you. Come on." He beckoned his siblings and they all ran after him.

Channei stalked them from a distance, hoping they wouldn't notice. She followed them out of the market, down a winding street, and watched them all disappear into one of the larger houses. She couldn't think of what to do next, so she flopped to the ground and let her aching joints rest.

She hadn't practiced the form of a dog in a long time, so it was no wonder she was tired. Some forms came so naturally she barely had to think about them. Others left her fatigued to the point of pain.

Half-awake, Channei remembered the first time she had given herself a girl's body. She'd only been a child. Someone – supposedly her father – had seen her transform and beaten her within inches of her life. Still, she remembered the day as the best in her entire life. It was the first day she'd been her true self.

Coming to Styzia had been frightening at first, then freeing. So unbelievably freeing. No one ever called her a boy at Styzia. Not even Xigon, who knew her origin. Whatever they asked of her seemed a small price to pay for a loving family.

When the aching became too much to tolerate, Channei hid herself under the house's front porch and reverted back to the shape she loved most. Human again, she rolled onto her back and stretched her slender arms. Her brand scars itched under her sleeves. She hoped she wouldn't have to add any more soon, but also knew it wasn't out of the question.

She'd gone to visit Xigon right before leaving. Channei had never seen him so visibly unwell. He'd given her two perplexing things. First, he'd given her clearance to use lethal force at her own discretion. Second, he'd given her a dagger. Not just any dagger, either.

Channei pulled the weapon from its sheath. The blade was narrow and came to a very sharp point. Respite, they called it. It was carried at every second ascension ceremony, though not as openly as the sword. Everyone knew what it was for and hoped they didn't have to see it used.

Master Qila claimed the ceremonial sword was a gift from the Iron God himself, and as such, she didn't want to see it used to deliver death. Should the ritual fail, Respite was there to end their new sibling's agony.

She remembered Master Xigon leaving Kolo's ceremony with Respite clutched tight in his hand. Then he'd come back with blood on the blade, blood all over him, and Azvalath carrying the slaughtered vermin. It had taken everything for her not to smile. Maybe she'd smiled a little anyway.

The dark joy hadn't lasted. Now a strange grief and dread lingered like a bad taste in her mouth. She'd been one of only four at his burial. They'd laid him to rest somewhere silent, marked only by a small stone inscribed with Xigon's prayer – may you and all the world be safe now.

Channei tried to push those thoughts from her head. When she couldn't, she seethed. He was dead. Why was he still hanging over all their heads like an oppressive shadow?

Footsteps on the front porch above made her eyes snap back open. Still somewhat drowsy, she forced herself to be quiet and listen. 

"Simple. We get up there and kill the rats' nest," said a woman's voice. "I'll send my fledgelings up if need be. Those monsters would probably still hesitate to kill children."

"But they're not our enemies, Peck," A young man's voice insisted. "It's their masters we should be concerned with."

"Staffen, you don't understand. We have to get rid of all of them," said Peck. "To ensure no child ever becomes their slave again. And to ensure no more of our communities are exterminated."

Channei clenched her teeth together and choked back a snarl. This woman couldn't be allowed to keep dripping her poison. She knew she had to intervene. As soon as the moment came, she would –

More footsteps. Familiar ones, this time.

"Rizval!" Staffen sounded much happier all of a sudden. "What do you have for us?"

"Hey!" Rizval's tone was excited. "My task list is all done. Do you need anything else?"

Channei changed her shape to a rat and slipped out from under the porch. She tunneled under the snow and poked her head up to see what was happening. Rizval held a sheet of parchment out to Staffen. Peck shifted, looking uneasy. Then she went inside and slammed the door behind her.

Staffen cocked his head. "Any new craft projects lately?"

"I...I made this scarf. Well, I mean, I made the fabric. Lalek helped me sew it." Rizval untied their scarf and showed it to the young councilman.

"It looks very good on you," said Staffen.

"Thanks." Rizval glowed with the praise. Channei glowed a little too. She knew how much they loved others recognizing their talent. Then Rizval put the scarf back on. "Do you want me to make you one next?"

Staffen chuckled. "I'm all right, but thank you."

Someone opened the upstairs window. One shutter banged against the wall, startling Channei. She emerged fully from the snow. When she saw what was on the other side of the window, she reverted to her default form and yelled to warn Rizval a second too late.

The moment they turned to look at her, an arrow ripped through their back.

Up in the window, the child, a girl who couldn't have been older than ten, called to someone else inside. "One down, Ma!"

Staffen stared in abject horror, then fainted on the spot.

"Rizval!" Channei screamed her comrade's name and ran to catch them. She and Rizval both tumbled off the porch and into the snow. Rizval's shaky hands latched onto Channei. "What happened? I..."

Channei grabbed Rizval and ran for both their lives.

She took them as far away as she could, then ducked down by an unattended cart and propped them up against the wheel. Their blood was all over her and still spreading rapidly across their coat. A razor-sharp broadhead jutted from just below their collarbone, and from the spurting bright red blood, Channei knew an artery was severed. She pressed her hands firmly around the protruding shaft to slow the bleeding.

"Stop...that hurts." Their face was rapidly draining of color. "Channei, what's happening?"

"They want us dead. They want us all dead." Her heart was racing so fast she thought she might faint. She looked around and spotted some shocked bystanders across the street. "Help us! Don't just stand there. Someone get help!"

When they ran off, Channei turned her attention back to Rizval. "Help is on the way. Stay awake. Please."

Rizval brushed cold fingers against her cheek. Their eyes rolled.

"You bastard! I said stay awake!" Channei shook Rizval, startling them back to clarity for a second.

"Don't..." Rizval's eyelids fluttered. Their breaths came fast and shallow. "Don't yell at me, fuzzball."

Hearing Rizval's nickname for her made Channei finally break down in tears. She leaned her head against her wounded comrade's shoulder and hugged them tight. An unfamiliar hand patted her on the back. "Back up, dear."

Channei looked up to see two vaguely familiar women. One with black and white hair, another with a coat covered in patches of moss and lichen. The one in the patchy coat knelt with Rizval and examined the wound before turning to her companion. "Magpie, we've got work to do."

Channei sobbed. "Who are you?"

"Name's Ami." She adjusted her hat. "Call me what you will. Big bad Ami, bane of your existence, your guardian angel, whatever. At your service."

Channei raised an eyebrow. She recognized both of them now. Her mouth opened but no words came out.

"By any name, I'm not having any of you shits die on my watch." She rummaged through her pack to find a greenish salve. "Not when you could do me a big favor."

"Hold on." Channei reached to try and stop her. "What's your big idea here?"

She pushed Channei's hand away and started applying the salve to Rizval's wound. They jerked in sudden pain. "Calm down, pal. It stings, but it'll stop the bleeding." Ami spoke softly to Rizval and ignored Channei. "I'm going to pick you up now. Just relax."

Ami lifted Rizval into her arms as if they were a small child. Rizval whimpered Channei's name before finally losing consciousness.

"Let's go." It was an order, not a question. "And  — fuzzball, was it? — don't you even think about causing any more of a scene."

[gottagobackintime]

Ted and Michelle getting back together would make very little sense and would be a disservice to the characters, especially Ted.

Think about it, you have Ted who has spent three seasons trying to come to terms with his failed marriage and being separated from his son. The marriage failed because his ex-wife fell out of love with him. She then proceeded to get together with their former couple’s therapist without telling him, and she didn’t tell him that she had introduced him to their son. That’s some serious stuff to get over if they were to get together again. Ted deserves better than that.

Are we being led to believe that Michelle is falling in love with Ted again? In that case she’s falling in love with a man who is a mess, and who is at a very low point in his life and I’m not saying that he doesn’t deserve to be loved or be in a relationship because of that, I mean I’m a Ted/Trent shipper so… what I’m saying is, why did she fall out of love with him? Because he was too optimistic, too much with the positivity, too much hiding his true feelings that he himself barely knew affected him? And now that he’s having panic attacks and is depressed, that’s when she’s supposedly falling back in love. When some of his mental health struggles stems from her, not her fault per se, and I’m not putting the blame on her, but you can’t deny that she’s wrapped up in Ted’s struggle with mental health.

It would also feel strange that she’d fall back in love with him when they’re in two different countries with what I assume is very limited contact. We know they talk but how much time do they actually spend on talking about things that doesn’t have to do with Henry? And I know the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder” but they tried that and it didn’t work, she still wanted a divorce. The one time we saw her come and visit she cries because she wants out of their marriage. But now all of a sudden, when they’ve gone through a divorce and she’s seeing someone else, then she suddenly wants Ted back? No thank you.

Michelle has honestly treated Ted kind of badly with the whole Jake thing, not telling him that she was serious enough with someone that she wanted to introduce him to their child. And the fact that she's dating their former couple's therapist is such a shitty thing to do. Like honestly, who the fuck does that? I don't blame her for wanting a divorce, that's fine. Yes it sucks for Ted but sometimes these things just happens. But I do not approve of the way she's handled things after the divorce. So for me having them get back together will never be a legitimate option.

I think that they’re building up to them being better co-parents. Getting them to the point where they are friends again. So that they eventually, in the future can have get togethers with their future partners and future grandchildren, without having to have separate celebrations and so on.

[idontdomathlol]

Currently working on an Eyeless Jack x Male! Reader fic. Here's how it's turning out so far:

A young mother carefully held her child's hand. Many unfortunate things had happened in this city. Mothers especially were backed into a corner. They were worried not only about their small children, but also about their already grown-up sons and daughters who had been accepted in the local institute. Who knew what fate had in store for them. It was especially scary when an unpunished criminal was wandering around here.

Six months have already passed. Atrocities have been happening for six months. Almost every two weeks there were strange cases of attacks. People woke up finding their stomachs stiched up, and then found out that they had lost certain organs. Some didn't even live until the morning.

People wrote numerous complaints against the police, because so much time had passed and there was almost no information known. All they could say was that the criminal was definitely an experienced surgeon and a master of burglary. Indeed, similar cases had occurred not only in this city.

The police were not to blame at all though. The criminal was too cryptic. He didn't leave a single fingerprint or even a strand of hair. Nothing. Only the security cameras could suggest who he was. All that was known about him was the strange mask covering his face. It was the only distinguishing feature. And the old clothes only confirmed the guess that he could be an emigrant or something. Which only made the police's job more difficult, because it could be anyone.

This city was previously known for its prestigious universities and great teachers. but now the atmosphere is not at all joyful. There were no more parties organized by students at night. It was miserable. Everyone was forced to live turning a blind eye to the slow work of the police. Students were held back only by the obligation to get a diploma. The constant cases being reported began to take their toll on everyone. Michael, like the rest of the Seattle Institute students, was no different.

To say that Michael wasn't bothered by all of these incidents would be a lie. He was more worried than ever. How could he not be when his friend was in the hospital with only one lung. And his friend wasn't the only one.

Over time, fewer and fewer students attended lectures, Michael noticed. The institute's high attendance rate fell sharply. Their absence was felt by the instructors, but not by their peers, as everyone seemed to avoid each other. Michael no longer chatted with his friends about their upcoming projects and they didn't even bother to ask about each other. Everyone cared only about their own well-being.

The once lively atmosphere of the institute turned into a quiet hell. The gloomy air spoiled everyone's mood. Michael couldn't let the situation affect him. He was already in his senior year. He wanted to graduate and move on from all of this. He just needed to survive another year.

But with the news becoming more and more prevalent, it was getting harder to ignore them. The fear of not knowing who was behind these attacks was slowly chipping away at everyone's morale.

Michael looked out the window, his eyes looking tired and his spirit fading. He was no longer the joyful student his peers once knew. He looked at his notes again and sighed.

People were desperate to find ways to feel safe. Some began to come up with excuses to sleep over at each other's, even though it might endanger their friends. They did everything they could to avoid being alone.

The night was falling quickly, bringing with it a sense of emptiness. As the last rays of light faded, the street lights started coming on, casting a warm glow over the deserted streets. The buildings stood out with dark silhouettes against the night sky, giving the city an eerie atmosphere. The silence was broken only by the occasional howling of the wind and the soft chirping of crickets. It was a night filled with mystery and a sense of dread, waiting for what the next day will bring.

[valorandgold]

@museinmultitudes from this post

“You-” Mitama stared at him. She could feel her cheeks getting warm. She forced herself to scoff and turn her head from him. “That is unsurprising. I will have you know that quite a few hearts have beat in passion over me before.” That did not make it any less…where on earth had he gotten the audacity to say something like that so bluntly? This was nothing like their usual back and forth, their usual bites and barbs Her fingers drummed against her leg as she tried to gather up her thoughts. She had a few false starts, but eventually she was able to clear her throat and speak. “You in turn, are not so unappealing. I am certainly fond of my most comfortable pillow. And…it would be easier to nap when I wanted should we never part.”

Were Dwyer anyone else, Mitama's response might have caused a bit of frustration. She never was one for being forthright or saying anything quite so genuine in anything less than a roundabout way. In a strange way, however, it was somewhat endearing to Dwyer. If nothing else, he was certainly used to it by now, and the fact that she was this way about him speaking this...almost uncharacteristically bluntly drew a thin smirk from him. How typical of her, and he'd not see her be any different. It wasn't as if some level of romantic chemistry wasn't already known, per se. It was just that neither one had openly said it until now.

"That sounds vaguely like 'Mitama-speak' for requesting me to be your boyfriend and become a proper couple with you," Dwyer mused, once again rather bluntly, glad to cut through all the tension and have it done with already. It was somewhat tiring, after all. "So you agree with me, then, that it would be much more convenient- for a multitude of reasons- for us to be, oh what is the phrase...'romantically involved' is the wording of that, I believe. I really see no other course of action but to accept."

All this was followed up with a gentle kiss to the back of Mitama's hand as some genuine display of affection, though one might argue that it seemed less plainly visible than usual when they had spent a good amount of time cuddling before this point...

[danceanddivination]

Forsyth is hesitant about superstitions, preferring to believe his fate is in his own hands. And yet, the idea of receiving guidance on a difficult topic is comforting; it isn't destiny, he tells himself, but assistance.

He repeats this in his head as he approaches the new fortune-teller, wringing his hands nervously. Should he really be doing this? There's no harm in sating his curiosity if fortune-telling doesn't really affect one's outcomes, is there not?

(He ignores the symbols on the tea leaves he received during that one session; pure chance, nothing more. Probably.)

Okay. No turning back now. The man is in sight, long black hair and a slender, graceful frame. He really does look the part!

"Hello, Sir Seadall, I presume?" Forsyth isn't really sure what honorific befits a fortune-teller, but that should be fine. He hopes he's shaken off his doubts, at least visibly. "My name is Sir Forsyth the True, knight of Valentia and Seiros. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"I was, erm, wondering if your talents could give me guidance on a conversation I have been meaning to have." Even broaching the topic brings flush to Forsyth's cheeks, and he struggles to maintain eye contact. Perhaps he should ask about something different, something a little less mortifying and personal. But no! He'd told himself he would do this, and he never goes back on a promise. "I have...a partner. Someone dear to me, whom I have shared most of my life with thus far, and wish to share the rest of it with in turn. Recent developments in our relationship have made it so that I am both more certain of that and, er-hem, well..."

Just spit it out.

"He's never been one to enjoy labels, per se, but I would like to ask him if we could ascertain the nature of our relationship, so I can be sure of what he wants from me and what I should tell others when they ask. But I have been delaying this conversation, for fear of it going poorly. Thus, my question; how should I go about it, and what direction will it proceed in?"

"A partner, you say? Well, I will not pry any further than necessary." He gives the knight a curious look. "The cards should be able to fulfill your request no problem. Let's see what they have to say."

Retrieving the cards from his pouch, he begins shuffling them in an elaborate pattern. Finally, he selects a card and gives it a twirl before presenting it before Forsyth.

"The Young Lion in the upright position, La Cordialité." He pauses for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I worry that you may find this a cop out answer from the cards. Their answer is that you should have no difficulty getting along with anyone. Though from your tone, I can't help but feel as though you were hoping for something a bit more specific than that."

Seadall rests his index finger on his chin, deep in thought. Finally he blurts out "Perhaps we need to do a secondary reading."

He pulls another card from the top of the deck. "O Cards of fate, reveal to us, how shall our friend Forsyth approach this predicament they have found themselves in."

"Le Blessure...? I'm sorry for my hesitation, but this is a strange one..." He takes a long pause, closing his eyes and thinking deeply. "The cards, they tell me... An injury, perhaps grave or perhaps as simple as parchment cut may be what causes your relationship with this individual to solidify in the way you desire. After all, a life changing event such as this often leads to reflection and a change or priorities for most. Though I do advise that you don't take this too seriously. I don't want you running off to get yourself in harms way thinking that's the answer. I truly believe fate shall find a way, somehow, some way."

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Hello again! I'm the pimple anon (which is a strange name! But hey, I've embraced my insecurities!)

And, right off the bat, wanna say that I think all the points you made are completely valid and I am thankful, that you took time out of your day to respond.

Now honestly, I didn't at all allude that the reason BTS might disband (if ever or if they did or had done) would be because of their interpersonal reasons of affection or romance or anything like that, implying some sort of a "love triangle", or weird "jealousy" or whatever between the members. If my writing gave off that vibe, that was completely unintentional.

And like I wrote I enjoy ALL the ships in BTS even the polyamorous ones LOL because they are all so much fun. But I'm pretty conscious that these imaginations don't bleed into the reality of things, because 1. I'm not privy to their personal life. 2. They share only what they want or are required to. 3. They are humans and not made-up characters in someone's fantasy. 4. Unless it directly is from them, almost everything is speculation.

With that being said, I have followed BTS from the very beginning to now and really looked at them through almost neutral lenses, in a way that my bias is all 7 of them. So really everything that I wrote, was just an observation and not really a "story" I weave to feed or soothe myself!!

And like you wrote Jimin is highly emotionally intelligent, and I, 100% believe that too. But watching BTS from the earlier days to recent times, there does seem to be something unfathomable between him and Yoongi. And I'm not saying it's romantic per se, because chances are most likely it's not, however even just looking at them interact on TV it's unmistakable. It's undoubtedly subdued to the extent, I see some "people" completely call BS on it because they just can't "see" it. I disagree though, and again this is not to ship Yoongi and Jimin, but from my point of view their interactions are always so subtly different from how they interact with the other members, it's very intriguing.

Jimin and Jungkook, on the other hand just seem to click. Like two pieces of a puzzle. And watching them throughout the years realize this themselves has been almost cathartic. It might be platonic too between them, but it seems to tither on the edge of romantic! And it's not subtle at all. Their interactions are loud, in our faces, for the world to see and try to recognize for what it is.

Ahh, forgive me, again, I've written an essay!! It's just that, none of Jimin's interactions with Namjoon, Seokjin, Taehyung, or Hoseok carries this sort of visible chemistry (for the lack of a better word) as he shares with Yoongi and Jungkook.

But to finish off, I do immensely enjoy differing points of view, except when it gets too territorial and overtly antagonistic, I run away in that case!! Thank you again for responding and sharing your point of view. Hope you have a lovely day :)

Omg, you're calling yourself pimple anon! That's funny. And cute. Embracing it is the best thing to do, way to go 💪

Thanks for coming back and adding to some of your initial thoughts. The thing is, I know you personally weren't implying anything about love triangles and disbandment reasons. It's just that I usually start from one topic or a smaller issue and then I make a general point from it and it may go into a slightly different direction. So it was not because I didn't understand you or anything, I just wanted to expand on a larger issue and a phenomenon partaining to shipping, that's all. And anon, when I said story, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I wasn't mocking or not taking you seriously. Agh, tone is hard to express in a written form. So sorry about that. If I would have thought you were writing some bullshit or anything, I wouldn't have offered that type of response. So, we're good here, I hope 😊

And about the specific topic, you used the perfect word in this ask and now I understand more what you were trying to say. Chemistry! Yep, that's it. And I totally agree with you. But my opinion also comes from a biased perspective because I do enjoy more watching Jimin and Yoongi and Jimin with JK. I've said this before, if shipping two people would be up to my choice, it would be JM and Yoongi. Because of that chemistry. Because there is the je ne sais quoi lingering all the time. I find that with JM and JK as well. I know others will disagree completely, which is why it will always be a matter of personal preference.

P.S. I don't mind long asks. I really don't. There's nothing to forgive. If you come back in my inbox for other occasions, you can sign yourself as pimple anon, I'll remember you 😄Have a lovely day as well!

[1016anon]

Title: Thinking About Crashing Author: 1016anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kathani Sharma

That fateful moment

"This is your fault," are the first words out of his mouth to this woman who is his-- something.

"I beg your pardon?" she replies, indignant.

Well, as indignant as anyone can be perched on top of a knot, cock-locked and still shivering from coming.  He lost count how many times.

It appears, however, that two can play at that game because she stares at him intensely and clenches down, making him nearly jack-knife up as she keeps her hands firmly on his shoulders, riding him in the truest sense of the word.

Good god.

Anthony curses-- colorful phrases he has not uttered since his days at Oxford, all along the lines of fucking whoreson of a slick-licking knotslut.  It should scandalize her; she merely raises her eyebrow.

This... connection... which seems to have formed between them does not help.  He can feel her trying to hold back her amusement; who knows what she's picking up from him.  Anthony fervently hopes that he got the better end of the bargain, since there's nothing in his brain but the way the silky skin of her inner thighs feels against him.

"If it's anyone's fault, it's yours," she says.  "If you hadn't chased me--"

"You were the one who scent-swept me--"

"Not in the way you scent--"

"And how exactly did I smell?"

He's furious, aroused, furious that he's still aroused; from what he can feel, she's no different.  Their frustration is compounded by an undercurrent of wariness, distrust-- not of each other per se, but of this... thing growing like a thorn between them.  Every moment they remain joined strengthens the bewildering feeling of unearned affection; if they agree on anything, it's that they want to keep it from spreading.

Like scarlet fever, or smallpox.

She tries to dislodge herself and--

"Stop doing that, you're making things worse!"

"When did you last knot?" she demands.

"I fail to see how that is relevant to our current predicament!"

"Then you suffer from a condition-- your knot should have gone down."

"I assure you, I am perfectly well," he grits his teeth and manages to keep himself from bucking up into her, since it would only prove her point.

She scoffs.

"No alpha ties for a quarter hour."

He looks up at her, realization dawning.

"You worry about being seen."

The flush of her face and the way her nipples peak is quite becoming; the imperious tilt of her head is... not unattractive.

"I worry about strange alphas in parks at dawn who fail to unknot their erections."

"This secret shall remain between us."

"That was never in question."

"Then we understand each other."

She nods.  They both ignore the braided cord between them.

"I suppose I ought to be grateful."

"Whatever for?"

"That you did not give me a mating bite."

"I have more self control than that!"

"Clearly you do not."

Anthony tries to gather his patience.  It is rather difficult when he's overtaken by the alien sensation that a bite would, in fact, be the perfect solution and resolve all their problems.  Her breath catches and pupils blow wide; she's been flooded with the same unwelcome thought.  The connection almost seems to have a will of its own as it attempts to overwhelm them with a sense of longing and euphoria (a strange combination, he notes in the back of his mind).

This time he cannot blame her for tensing, despite the fact it will only prolong their tie.  Anthony manages a smile of grim commiseration.

"We neither could have predicted this would happen," he says.

There is a bizarre pain in his chest which widens with each beat of their heart.

"We could not," her voice is soft.

For a moment, there is only a morning-sun silence.  She shatters it, saying:

"It will pass.  So long as we do not see each other--"

Her eyes flutter as he grabs her hips and grinds into her, filthy and a raw feeling of triumph roaring through him when he feels her pulse around him from that act alone.

Their bodies are in tune now.

He pushes that thought away viciously; she feels him and whimpers.  Anthony knows it's an unconscious sound-- that doesn't stop it from feeling like a dagger puncturing his lungs.

With a strength of will he didn't know he possessed, Anthony lets go of her waist to keep from giving into the impulse to hold her until her scent turns ripe.

His breath hitches, hurtling towards panicked delight at the thought that--

"Will you need--"

"No."

His exhale is explosive with relief.

"Not that I wouldn't-- if it indeed came to pass, I assure you, I would--"

This time she gives him a grimace of commiseration.

The woods are quiet.

"If you are ever in need of anything-- anything whatsoever--" he holds her gaze.  "I will find a way to give it to you, so long as it's within my power to give."

So long as it is not--

She hears him through the silence; her relief is melted wax.

"Thank you."

With that, his cock subsides enough for her to stand.  The scent of their mating, essence mixed together, spills onto him and from his vantage point, sitting under her spread legs, his hands gripping her calves to keep her standing, he's so close to her cunt he can taste it just from inhaling.  It fills him with a disturbingly deep, calm sense of satisfaction.  Instead of giving into the impulse to lick and mark her where no one can see, he rubs her calves to help her restore circulation; she hisses in pain.

As one, they help each other dress, unable to resist stealing kisses even while she tells him, "no, the other way, the laces on the left side cross under," or he tells her "you missed a spot" after she wipes their come from his stomach.

When they are somewhat decent (though far from presentable), they manage to locate their horses.  He gives her a leg up; gazes up at her when she's settled.

"You know where to find me?"

"Yes."

"Not the house-- my lodgings."

"If I have need, I shall ask."

"Anything at all, send word.  There is a special license for circumstances such as ours."

"You will be careful," she commands.

"As we agreed," he nods, something sour curdling in his stomach.

She must feel it too, the way her hand unconsciously moves to press against her abdomen.

"Two weeks would be best."

"Most reasonable."

He finds himself searching for anything to say to keep her from leaving; it reminds him of what is at stake.  Anthony lets go of the reins and steps back, bearing stiff and patrician.  He bows, as expected of a gentleman, though he supposes they are far past formalities now.

"Good day."

For less than a second, her eyes spark with something unnameable.  They cannot help but stare until they're interrupted-- the distant sound of a horse whinnying, followed by vague shouting.  Probably riders on their way to Mayfair.

She turns her horse and leaves without a word, taking that scent with her.

--

With distance comes perspective and the only thing he can think is: fuck.

[queenbeauty18]

NOT MINE'S

PERMANENT BOND — T. SHIBA

࿐ྂ。as taiju’s girlfriend of almost a year, you can’t help but feel as though being with a gang leader is much more than you can handle. 4.1k

₊˚.༄*·˚ fem ! reader. dubcon. choking. overstimulation. unprotected sex. fear play. oral sex. thigh riding. breeding. use of pet names. fingering. dacryphilia. hints/talk of babytrapping. size difference. squirting. cervix fucking. nipple play. all characters are depicted 20+ yrs old and are set in no specific time period in the story.

18+ only. minors + ageless + blank blogs do not interact.

your eyes were sore with exhaustion as you stared out at the bleak, empty streets outside your bedroom window. faint noises passed in the distance of car horns blaring, along with the usual sounds of city commotion coming from miles away.

but the silence of your empty apartment seemed to deafen you from any other exterior sounds. it felt like hours passed since you sat on the windowsill, your knees hugged up to your chest.

gray clouds seemed to swirl overhead, and through the slightly cracked open window you could feel the faint thickness of humidity swimming in the air now.

you could feel your heartbeat pulsing faster the more your mind wandered. it felt like you were about to lose yourself. your grip on the coffee mug you held began to tremble, dark liquids splashing against the porcelain walls.

taking a deep breath, you placed the mug on the other side of the windowsill, making a feeble attempt to calm yourself down.

you were certain that if anyone were to see you in this state, they’d probably check you into a hospital.

you were so jumpy, that even the smallest amount of physical touch would probably make you curl into a ball and freeze up, like a wild animal attempting to defend itself from a looming predator with its bodily defenses.

it was strange, really. thinking about it in retrospect, your relationship with taiju was never like this before.

you remembered how charming he was with you. of course, he never really changed, per se. he still remained the big, intimidating, yet charismatic man who showed his affections to no one else but you.

but now? you couldn’t get through a night alone in your shared bed without shaking at the thought of him.

it was true. you were scared of your own boyfriend.

it was the way he was so merciless and cruel to the people around him that didn’t make sense to you. now, that wasn’t to say you didn’t understand that dating the leader of the black dragons came with certain conditions that you had to be prepared for.

but at the same time, he seemed to be the opposite of an infamous gang leader when he was alone with you.

you just didn’t understand. how could he seamlessly beat someone until they clung to their final breath, and not even bat an eye? how could he snap someone’s neck during the day, and love you so passionately later the same night following?

things didn’t make sense. even after almost a year of being together, you’d at least hoped you would understand him more, or that his ways would make sense to you at some point, but it was clear that wasn’t happening any time soon.

to others around you, it was so simple.

‘leave him already! he’ll end up doing the same horrible things to you in the end!’

‘just because he hasn’t treated you badly yet, doesn’t mean he never will.’

‘get out while you still can. it’s too late for him to change his ways.’

‘well, that’s what you get for dating a gang leader…’

even if you never brought it up to the people who cared for you, just the slight hint or mention of you being with taiju shiba seemed to make everyone magically turn into a therapist of some kind.

of course, you deeply appreciated those who were truly looking out for you. even if you did love him with everything in you, there were still so many unanswered questions and fears that you needed to figure out on your own.

and at the end of the day, no amount of therapy sessions or ‘relationship red flag’ debates with your friends could solve this. this was your business and yours alone to handle.

before you could begin to take another breath, you felt your heart nearly stop at the abrupt sound of the front door downstairs opening.

it was a sound you’d familiarized yourself with, especially since you could feel the walls and floor respond with a creak sound due to your apartment being older and thinner than other places. and truthfully, it was a sound that excited you at a certain point as well.

there were those days where you were so excited to see him. days where he’d respond to your welcoming, warm hug as he walked through the door by scooping you up into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

there were times he couldn’t even care to look where he was going as he carried you, since kissing and touching you was more important to him in the moment. and despite his rough, almost unyielding front, he always softened himself for you.

you didn’t know if it was because you were one of his very few long term girlfriends, or that he just had a certain soft spot for you that was rare. regardless, when taiju came home to you, he was a completely different man in your private time together.

even just thinking about your time together admittedly made your insides begin to flutter with warmth. the excitement you felt when alone with him was unparalleled, especially in the beginning stages of your relationship.

it didn’t always need to be him coming home to you in a new pair of fancy lingerie. it didn’t have to be you nearly leaping on top of him when he crossed the door’s threshold. sometimes it was slower, and even softer than you’d initially expect him to be with you.

to taiju, your body was a treasure. it wasn’t only his to have, but it was his to keep safe as well. now, that never meant he couldn’t get rough with you from time to time. he absolutely could, and he did before, even when he was being gentle. but he made it known to you through every caress and embrace that he would protect you from any external harm.

that was what you loved about him. how he could so effortlessly make you feel so loved in his touch. every kiss and embrace you shared felt so deep and special…it was something you saw as so sacred.

but now, the sound of that front door opening beneath you seemed to fill you with more fear than comfort.

you didn’t know what to do. you were already a nervous wreck, and scrambling for a hiding place or any kind of exit would be pointless now. there was no point in running, no matter how scared you were.

letting out a feeble sigh, you sat yourself back on the windowsill, doing your best to relax your tense shoulders

the sound of taiju’s heavy boots ascending the stairs leading to your bedroom made you want to hold your breath. looking up, you nearly fought back tears as he grew closer.

god, help me…

as the door clicks open in front of you, all of your thoughts suddenly stop.

all of the rushing anxiety almost melts away. you feel like you can relax again, because it feels familiar. it almost feels safe again.

looking up at his towering figure, his eyes were still as piercing and sharp as ever. with his dark hair slicked back, you could see small strings of stray hairs sticking out.

by the looks of it, he’d most likely had a long day.

you watched as he shut the door behind him. the long red coat that dressed his shirtless body was tossed to the side, revealing the large tattoo stretched over his back as he turned for a brief moment.

as your eyes made contact once more, you felt that same anxiety beginning to creep back into your body.

his eyes locked onto yours, a familiar smirk spreading over his lips as he stepped towards you. his hand gently caressed your face, making you look up at him.

“hey baby.” he murmurs huskily, lips suddenly colliding with yours.

his kiss catches you off guard, causing you to tense up again. though, the feeling is welcomed, as you could feel your nerves begin to finally slow just a little now.

before you can say or do anything more, you feel him pull away, the warmth leaving your lips.

taiju doesn’t break his stare from yours, his face much closer now.

“no greeting for me, hm?” his tone was strangely light, but seemed to be masked with something more.

his strong gaze felt like it was lasering right through you. it felt as if he could feel your nerves pulsing just by your bodies growing closer together, and was trying to intimidate you.

you try to smile at him, shifting in your seat slightly. internally, you hope he can’t see your hands beginning to tremble.

“i’m sorry,” you murmur gingerly. “i didn’t know you’d be home this early.”

he lets out a muted scoff, eyes flickering down to your thighs. you could tell that your entire figure was so enticing to him. dressed in black tights, lacy shirt, and a thin skirt, you could tell he was eyeing you more and more with each passing minute.

you have to hold yourself back from flinching as his large hand overlaps your thigh. through the thin cloth of your leggings, you could feel his body warmth radiating against your skin. his rough fingers felt like they were starting to dig into your soft flesh, as if taiju were trying to make a statement to both you and your body.

suddenly, you feel the warmth of his breath crawling against your neck as he brings his face closer to yours. the way he moves towards you is more than alarming now, and it’s growing increasingly more difficult to keep stable in front of him.

“you know that’s bullshit, right?”

the question hits you like a bullet. despite his soft touches and initial gestures, his entire demeanor and tone seemed to shift entirely.

you don’t dare open your mouth, though. as much as you want to, the familiar fear bubbling within you holds you back. not only that, but the complex position you were held in also prevented you from standing up for yourself.

without warning, you can feel his tongue slither against your tender neck, drawing a long trail towards your earlobe. even without looking in his eyes directly, you can still feel his stare burning into you.

taiju smirks, amused at the way you try not to squirm in front of him. “i can tell you were waiting for me up here.” he murmurs, breath still warm on your neck.

“otherwise, why would i find you looking so pretty?”

even though you can feel the smile in his words, it still offers no reassurance. you remain as tense as ever, holding back the urge to tremble at his touch.

you still remain at a loss for words as his lips graze against your neck. his hand slowly begins to travel from your inner thigh into your skirt, tough fingers meeting with the flimsy fabric of your panties.

when responding to his touch, you weren’t thinking. it was simply a knee-jerk reaction on your part.

as soon as his fingers came into contact with the fabric within your skirt, you snapped your legs closed. and after that, you’d immediately realize you lost.

from the evident look of frozen fear on your face, to how you’d finally let yourself flinch from his touch, you could only pray that he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

looking up at him, you could feel your heart almost stop at the look on his face. his sharp eyes glared down at you now with a piercing coldness, an expression that was so hard for you to read. it was hard to tell whether he was exactly angered, disappointed, or something else.

fuck…

the awkward silence between you didn’t last long. taiju leveled his face with yours, his eyes still burning into you.

“what’s the matter with you?” he demands, tone still low, but firm.

when you don’t answer right away, he snatches your chin into his hand, forcing you to look up at him. his eyebrow raises at you, that look that brought you so much fear in his eye.

“did you hear me?” he almost growls, patience running thin now. “tell me what’s wrong.”

it feels impossible within the moment, but with a shaky breath, you manage to tell him, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“i’m scared of you, taiju.”

the words fall from your lips easier than you’d initially thought, even if you didn’t prefer for it to come out like that. but, it was better out of you than in, especially now.

looking at him, you don’t see his expression shift much. the anxiety within you doesn’t ease as he simply stares at you. it takes a few moments of silence before he replies to you.

“what scares you about me?” he asks, drawing himself a little closer to you.

the question leaves you a little frazzled. not in terms of an answer, but more so about his intent with his question. was he trying to genuinely understand? or was there something more.

you try your best to formulate the best response.

“w-well…uhm, you have a lot of violent tendencies,” you start shakily, the nervousness clear in your tone.

taiju nods, growing closer to you again, one of his hands resting next to your thigh.

“mhm, what else?” he murmurs.

feeling the heat rise within your face, you continue. “and you don’t have a problem hurting other people,”

taiju’s even closer to you now, face only inches away from yours. you’d stayed so fixated on his face that you failed to realized his hand was creeping up your skirt again.

“mhm…” he hums.

“a-and, uhm...”

that’s it. you’re completely at a loss for words. he’s so close to you now, you swear he can hear how loud your heartbeat is.

your eyes lock with his, your hands shaking and eyes wide again. his stare is borderline sadistic, his fingers teasing against your panties, causing you to gasp abruptly.

“what else scares you about me?” he nearly hisses. “because i don’t know…something tells me you like this,” a tone of laughter drips from his words, fingers rubbing at the newfound wetness beginning to stain the fabric.

you initially think about closing your legs again, but feeling his fingers dance over your clit has already made your back arch.

you let out a whine, trying to squirm away, but he pins you where you stand, his thigh perched in between your legs now.

“tell me, baby,” his forehead rests against yours, those same demented eyes staring you down with a smirk.

“how much do you like this?”

his taunt rings through your head as he flexes his thigh upward, pushing in between your thighs.

you can’t get away, as he has you fully pinned to the wall now. you’re almost lifted off the ground with how he has you sitting on his thigh.

another pathetic whimper escapes you. every move you make causes you to grind against his thigh, the friction so warm and enticing.

he lets out a dark chuckle, a hand wrapping around your neck as he keeps his face close to yours.

“do you like it when i remind you who you belong to?” he murmurs, mouth tenderly admiring your neck again.

you can feel tears stinging at your eyes again. yet the more you squirm, the more he enjoys it. the more he laughs at you and sucks at your skin. a part of you feels such overwhelming terror; reminded that now he can do anything he wants to you since your weakness has been found. again, you were the prey. he — the predator.

but another part of you knew you liked, no, loved this feeling. deep down you could feel just how much you enjoyed this; how much you craved the feeling of him rutting inside your walls, his warm seed trickling out of you when he was finished.

all you can do is nod, beads of tears beginning to string down your cheeks. taiju’s hand is still firm on your neck, while his free one travels straight in between your legs. his carnal stare only intensifies as his hand crudely pushes past the chiffon, ample fingers plunging into your wetness.

“fuck, baby!” his voice is feral with laughter.

you try to steady your breathing as he presses his forehead against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips. letting out a disheveled whimper, he grabs you by your chin, holding you so that you can’t look away from him.

“you aren’t getting away from me anytime soon.” he warns, lips colliding with yours.

you let out a whine as his hot tongue slips into your mouth, his fingers swirl non-stop over your protruding bud. he loves the way you squirm and twitch at all of his touches…and he isn’t anywhere close to stopping.

as he pulls away, taiju wastes no time tugging off your shirt, carelessly tossing it to the side. you let him unclip your bra, exposing your full upper body. as your breasts fall from the lace, he can’t mask the ravenous look in his eye. his hands immediately grope at them, pinching your nipples in between his fingers.

you don’t have much time to react as he picks you up to straddle him. even when on his lap so briefly, you can already feel the bulge forming within his pants.

laying you down on the bed, you can’t help but feel a shiver as your boyfriend looms over you. it’s already bad enough standing together, but it's worse when you’re splayed out in front of him. he doesn't even have you pinned down yet, and you can already feel something in you throbbing.

as he starts to remove his pants, your eyes are immediately drawn to the imprint of his cock through his boxers. it was no mystery that he was big, and you knew well how good it felt when you were fully adjusted to it, but it still always managed to make you nervous. especially now.

looking down to see your flustered, teary eyed face blinking up at him was nearly enough to make him pounce on top of you and drive his hips into you until you sobbed out his name in broken fragments. you drove him so insane, even more so now that he knew he had more power over you due to your fear.

but, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be sweet, too.

taiju can feel the heat from your face prick his hand as he caresses your cheek. his teasing smirk softens for only a moment as he lays a kiss on your forehead, breathing in your comforting scent.

“you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

even though he makes sure his mumble is extra hushed, you can still hear it. you feel just a slight wave of relief wash over you for that little moment. and you’re reminded of why you love him so much.

your thoughts are interrupted by the sharp rrrip sound as his fingers dig into your tights, the fabric splitting easily between his hands. gasping at the initial feeling, you’re almost tugged off of the bed as he rips them off your legs completely.

and just like that, he switches attitudes.

your vision is a blur as his mouth is already enveloping your cunt, tongue crawling through your messy folds. flinching at the feeling, you throw your head back in shock.

“tai–!” you cry out shakily, trying to squirm away. “‘ts too much…”

you can’t even manage to get an inch away from his face as he yanks you back, yellow eyes shooting a cold glare at you as he stops himself.

“don’t. fucking. move.” he spits, fingers digging into your hips.

“you know how much i hate it when you try ‘n run away from me.”

the words seem to echo through your head, the same mixture of dread and arousal pulsing throughout your body as he pulls you back to his mouth.

you can’t keep your legs from trembling as he continues to eat at you, both his tongue and fingers pumping occasionally in and out of you. every move he made created a loud squelching sound from you, making him twitch in excitement.

it doesn’t take long for his desire to overtake him. taiju pulls his lips away, licking the remnant of you from his lips with that same smirk.

your breath seems to get caught in your throat as he positions himself over you, a single hand locking both of your wrists over your head. you can’t take your eyes off of him as his glare pierces into you. by the looks of it, he seems to be admiring how tear-stained and broken you look already.

gently, he takes one of your hands and guides it to his bulge. even the slightest feeling of you touching him almost makes him lose control.

“feel that?” he whispers in your ear.

you inhale, letting out a trembling sigh as you nod meekly. those fluttering eyelashes of yours and that desperate stare only made him pulse more, and you swore you could feel it in your hand.

“that’s how much you drive me crazy.” he purrs, lips hotly crashing into yours.

even without him inside you, you feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm. he could touch you once and you’re convinced that you’d lose it all in front of him right then and there.

slowly, taiju begins to push inside you. a sharp gasp escapes you as you flinch. the overwhelming sting is followed by your walls being stretched by his thickness, causing the tears to stream down again.

initially, you feel the urge to crawl away from him. you can’t even tell how close you are anymore. but you know better than to do that now. as hard as it is, you try to make yourself relax.

with his cock fully shoved inside you, taiju can feel himself starting to slip. he can already feel his tip pressing against your cervix, the warmth of your walls swallowing him with such ease with how wet you are.

on top of that, your strangled moans made him want to do even more to you. you were asking for so much more in the way you cried his name and drooled as he fucked you. plus, he’d been with you long enough to know you could take more than this, so he wasn’t worried.

his thrusts start slow inside of you, letting out animalistic groans as his cock slapped in and out of you. looking down as he thrusted, he could see the swelling starting to form in your lower stomach, causing him to pulse.

“shit, angel…you’re takin’ me so fucking good.” he groans breathlessly, hand admiringly sweeping over the bulge inside of you.

you don’t know how many times you came already, but it feels like your body is about to combust with how good and overwhelming it all feels. tears continue to stream down your face, broken moans trembling from your gaping lips.

watching as your head throws back and your tits bounce with each thrust, taiju can’t control himself anymore. his forehead rests against yours again, breath husky and pace unbreaking.

“you’re never leaving me,” he growls between thrusts, hooded eyes still glaring at you as you look at him through glassy eyes.

“you belong to me,” he pants, thrusts growing deeper, cock plunging straight into your cervix as you cry out, the look of your pleasure-drunken tears sending him over the edge.

“i’m gonna fill you up so much, you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

following his words, you sob out a final time, your pussy sputtering with fluids uncontrollably as his warm seed shoots inside of you right after. your legs tremble without end as taiju leaves you with a few final messy thrusts.

as you lie on your back, your lover resting nearly limp on your chest, it takes you a few deep breaths before you can fully recollect yourself. you can still feel pulsing and twitching throughout your body, small whines escaping your lips occasionally.

for a few moments, taiju lets himself listen to your slowing heartbeat as his head rests on your chest. he hums gently, rubbing tenderly at your hips and all around your stress areas.

as you finally relax, he looks up at you with a gentle smile.

“still scared of me?”

you find yourself smiling back genuinely. running your hands admiringly through his newly messed up hair, you shake your head.

“no.” you murmur, bringing yourself closer for a kiss.

it’d been a while since you felt this safe and relaxed. and he could tell. but nevertheless, it was a relief to the both of you.

taiju chuckles against your lips, pulling you to his chest as he repositions to lay on his side.

“i hope not, cause i think you’re stuck with me now.”

[avrelia]

Mai’s Emotional Extravaganza!!! day 5

@maiweek

Various expressions.

Notes from the diary.

On whether it is possible to have too many different feelings at the same time

Occasionally I express myself.

Zuko seems delighted to see it, but I feel like a fraud. It is not that I express something I don’t feel. It is I can only express so much, and whatever I can show outside. It doesn’t reflect all my feelings. I don’t know how it is possible to feel so many things at once, different, often quite contradictory. I can’t even name them, not even to myself. I do not know the names. I do not know the definitions. I only know that they are feelings and that they are tearing me apart. I doubt Zuko can name his feelings, either, he just projects them all at once for everyone to see and decipher at will. I can’t do it. People say Ty Lee is open, but she is hiding as much as I do. It’s just she can choose to project her cheer and optimism outward, so people don’t look deeper in the abyss of anger she hides. I try to think of Azula, and I really don’t know what she is thinking and feeling these days. Things changed the way she wanted them to change. Have they made any of us happier? Out of all mess of the feelings I don’t think I can find one of happiness right now.

Oof, that was too much feeling talk for me. Done with that.

After the delirious joy of our victory at Ba Sing Se, being home is so strange. I do enjoy staying alone in our mansion, being the mistress of the house and of myself. There is a bit of oppressive air over Caldera at the moment. I doubt people know about the invasion, only select few, responsible for the response (imagine me giggling here) are in the know. But people are worried about the eclipse and losing powers. Evacuation is not not ordered, but quietly encouraged. Azula asked me to go visit something outside the capital, as my mansion is just across the palace, and she would feel better if I am not here. On one hand, I should be resentful at being sent away, as I am not affected by the eclipse. On the other, I am not sure I want to fight this time. On the third hand, does Azula actually care about our (Ty Lee and me) well-being, or she has a plan and believes we can ruin it? On the fourth hand (let’s go crazy here), Zuko…

After the war meeting I shall go and check on Aunt Mura. Maybe she needs my help.

[ID: Screenshot from avatar the Last Airbender, episode Nightmares and Daydreams. Mai and Zuko in morning with Mai making tea, and Zuko being all Zuko. Text I added: “We are such idiots, both of us, but at least I can make better tea.”]

Love is a Losing Game // Amy Winehouse

I think it is the most Mai song in my head.

For you, I was a flame Love is a losing game Five story fire as you came Love is a losing game One I wished I never played Oh, what a mess we made And now, the final frame Love is a losing game

[translations-dark-matter]

Living as an Extra in an Omegaverse novel

Chapter 54

Shin Tae-oh had always considered the desire to see someone as an unfulfilled wish. It had been the pattern of his life, filled with disappointment and resignation. Everything seemed predetermined, but whenever it came to crucial moments, the world always betrayed him.

But why was Ahn Se-hyeon standing right in front of him? Why was his heart racing and his mind in disarray?

While Shin Tae-oh's expectations were fluttering, Se-hyeon turned around for a moment, contemplating, before letting out a sigh.

"Should I leave again?"

No, it's already strange to have come this far and then leave.

"I've come back."

Upon Se-hyeon's greeting, Shin Tae-oh let out a bitter laugh.

"You know why I sent you away."

"I know, but let's move on to the next step."

Se-hyeon stepped inside, pulling out his phone to check the time. It seemed like he had set a timer to ensure that Shin Tae-oh could see it.

"Just endure for another 35 minutes."

The time Shin Tae-oh had endured alone until now had been remarkable. And he felt sorry for being so visibly indecisive and agonizing. Perhaps leaning against the pillow was the best he could do.

His flushed face right now...

And below as well.

The pheromones that lingered in the room were like a dense fog. Whether it was just his illusion or his perception that wavered as he was exposed to the pheromones, it felt like his vision was blurry right in front of him.

"You've endured well until now..."

Se-hyeon took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his own nose and mouth as he spoke. Looking at Shin Tae-oh's appearance, it hadn't changed much. Other than being slightly disheveled from movement, it seemed like he hadn't laid a finger on his body.

"Well, you're the one who endured until the end, even with the heat of an omega in heat."

At this moment, Shin Tae-oh's fingertips were tingling with the pheromones of the aroused alpha. He hadn't even taken off his shoes yet, but his toes were curling, and his center of gravity had become solid.

"It's dangerous."

"It's okay for you to leave. I can endure it alone."

"Did that statement just now..."

Se-hyeon took another step closer.

"Was it sweeter than saying they'll double your salary?"

Shin Tae-oh really trembled.

In response to Se-hyeon's answer, Shin Tae-oh forced a smile with a face dampened by cold sweat. Was it funny that he was trying so hard to remain calm and speak?

"I have just one question. Is it okay if we don't do anything and just wait?"

"Not do anything...?"

Shin Tae-oh asked with a somewhat dazed expression, which seemed out of place considering the current situation. It looked pure...

"I must be crazy."

There was no doubt that he had been affected by the pheromones.

"I'm just asking if it's enough for you to hold my hand."

"Ah..."

Shin Tae-oh pondered Se-hyeon's words, shaking his head. Was this such a difficult question? It was no different from his usual words...

"Boss."

"Yeah?"

Se-hyeon held Shin Tae-oh's face, preventing him from bowing his head.

"Why?"

Shin Tae-oh looked at Se-hyeon with a more relaxed expression than before and smiled. He forced himself to break away from the thought that his smile was beautiful, seeing Shin Tae-oh's vision becoming hazy.

"It's not just about enduring well."

The pheromones that permeated the room didn't burden only Se-hyeon. They had pressed down on Shin Tae-oh so strongly that he felt suffocated. And it seemed like Shin Tae-oh had reached his limit.

"Boss."

Se-hyeon called out to Shin Tae-oh with an anxious look. Even though Shin Tae-oh wasn't looking at himself in that way, he was the only one Se-hyeon could call out to right now.

"I don't know how much of what I learned in theory will actually work."

Shin Tae-oh had lived as a beta despite having the traits of an omega. Sometimes he would be taken aback when he realized he was an omega.

"If only it weren't just me, Tae-oh."

If he hadn't thought of staying by his side for a lifetime, he wouldn't have made this decision.

"If only... it weren't just me..."

"Focus."

Se-hyeon quickly released his pheromones before his mind could change.

It was the first time he voluntarily released his pheromones in front of someone, so he stumbled for a moment, but soon adapted.

The pheromones that escaped from his body spread out like mist.

"Huh."

Feeling Se-hyeon's pheromones with heightened sensitivity, Shin Tae-oh let out a soft whimper.

"This is driving me crazy."

"Don't miss a single thing and stick to me closely."

Se-hyeon told Shin Tae-oh, focusing as much as possible on releasing his pheromones.

When an alpha's pheromones encounter an omega's pheromones, they cling to each other. They move away from Shin Tae-oh and come closer to me. The danger of the rut cycle for the alpha wasn't just the pheromones increasing several times. It was the pheromones that couldn't find an outlet, eventually attacking themselves and shaking their own brains. That's why alphas go crazy when the rut hits...

"What am I doing right now?"

This wasn't what I studied for, yet I'm reciting theories about the rut cycle in my head.

Anyway, after pushing away the pheromones from Shin Tae-oh, Se-hyeon grabbed his neck. His pulse was racing. Shin Tae-oh seemed to take an eternity just to lift a hand, but his body was racing at an incredibly fast pace.

"You mustn't die."

"I... won't... die."

"I want to live a peaceful life with you in the future."

First, Se-hyeon undressed Shin Tae-oh, removing his outerwear and loosening his tie.

"I want to live a life where I can suck honey through a straw from the boss and end it."

That became the desire I had as I possessed the character called Ahn Se-hyeon, and I lived and worked hard for it. Watching from Shin Tae-oh's side was the most enjoyable thing in both my past life and present life. My life before becoming Ahn Se-hyeon was dull and meaningless. So I didn't want anything to disrupt my current lifestyle.

By unbuttoning his tight shirt, Se-hyeon helped him breathe.

"You... little... devil..."

Shin Tae-oh teased him to the point where he couldn't even flick a finger.

"Yes, my intentions are very wicked. So our Taenyangi must never go crazy or collapse."

If he goes crazy, he can't be the boss. If he collapses, he can't be the boss either.

After lowering the buckle and completely unzipping it, Se-hyeon let out a long, tense breath.

As he had rummaged through his clothes to some extent, Shin Tae-oh's complexion, which seemed like he would collapse any moment, improved slightly. Perhaps my pheromones had the greatest influence.

Because the alpha's cure is the omega.

"Have you regained your senses?"

"To some extent."

"Then you probably don't remember what I just said."

Se-hyeon muttered straw, honey, and other words, shamelessly. Ignoring Shin Tae-oh's muttering, Se-hyeon placed his hands in front of him, palms facing left and right.

"I've regained my senses..."

Shin Tae-oh furrowed his brows and spoke, and Se-hyeon lowered his head.

"I'm showing you that I'm clean. I stopped by the restroom on the way here and washed up."

"...."

Seeing Shin Tae-oh's puzzled expression at the mention of cleanliness, Se-hyeon replied seriously.

"I'm about to touch what belongs to the boss. Is that okay with you?"

Knowing that pushing away pheromones was not enough, I had prepared in advance. Well, it was just washing my hands thoroughly with soap.

"If you can handle it on your own, I'll cheer you on, but it doesn't seem like you're in that state."

Se-hyeon, with his clean hands held up, looked at the swollen center of Shin Tae-oh. I had mentally prepared myself, but now that I was actually looking at it, it made me dizzy.

It felt like something just stirred inside his underwear...

"You seem tense when you look at it."

"I'm also nervous. It's my first time."

I had a dream about drying chili peppers at some point. Was that a premonition?

Now I have to dry Shin Tae-oh's chili pepper.

Se-hyeon tightly closed his eyes and placed his hands on Shin Tae-oh's body. His hands first touched his ripped abs, and as they slid down, his wrist was grabbed.

"Boss."

"You don't have to force yourself."

It was Shin Tae-oh. He spoke casually with a face drenched in sweat.

"Don't you feel like you're going to die, boss?"

"Not to the point of dying, but I feel like I might explode."

"But are you trying to restrain me right now?"

"I don't want to make it hard for you, Se-hyeon."

Watching Shin Tae-oh's weak laughter, Se-hyeon burst into laughter, looking arrogant to anyone who saw him.

"I don't want Tae-oh to be in pain either. What if his chili pepper bursts?"

I had already spoken informally to Shin Tae-oh several times. Every time, Shin Tae-oh found it amusing, but this time he was surprised and didn't react at all.

Is it because of the rut this time? Are you trying to put me in my place again?

"Um, it's really embarrassing when you say it like that."

Shin Tae-oh used the hand that had held Se-hyeon's wrist to cover his face. It was then that Se-hyeon slipped his hand into his pants.

I hesitated for a moment in my prickly scheme and was surprised by the heat of his flesh.

It was a relief that there was something more surprising than touching someone else's chili pepper.

"Isn't this going to melt?"

"Oh, please... It's a serious situation, don't make jokes."

As Shin Tae-oh squirmed and laughed, the chili pepper in my hand vibrated along with it. Since it was moving on its own, Se-hyeon stayed still. Right now, it was more important to adapt to someone else's chili pepper than to move it.

The aversion to touching something that didn't belong to me disappeared because it was Shin Tae-oh's. And aside from the concern that it might melt, the grip wasn't bad due to the soft skin. Moreover...

'I thought it would be a size that matches his build.'

With a height of 190 centimeters, broad shoulders, and a solid upper body, I thought it would be larger than myself, but it was quite substantial. Even though I grasped it tightly, my thumb and middle finger didn't touch.

Anyway, as I held it, courage began to boil inside me. Think of it as a stick. Just swing that stick and extract the pheromones.

"I might feel awkward. If it hurts, raise your left hand."

While laughing, I slowly moved my hand, noticing that Shin Tae-oh's left hand was trembling but obediently resting.

I needed to calm down this chili pepper right away...

'And calm down my own chili pepper too.'

To snap out of the influence of the alpha's pheromones, I bit my lip.

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[saltylandland]

Prove it (Chapter 2.5)

Yandere Dwayne x gn!Reader, Yandere TLB x gn!Reader

Word count: 1720

Warnings: canon typical violence, yandere, stalking, no smut yet, I didn’t edit most of this 🤡

Chapter summary: you get used to your job, while your schoolwork and social life crumbles.

Notes: I wanted to post the second chapter sooner so I left out important details for the 3rd chapter so have a 2.5 chapter lol. Also I’m somewhat back to writing! I got a spring course dumped on me at the last minute, I have to work to save enough money to move soon, and I got really sick :/, also this was meant to be short but turned into a full length chapter, oop- also this wasn’t edited as per usual lol

Prove it Masterlist

Over the next few weeks you’ve become more accustomed to your work at the rental store. Assist customers, collect returns, organize and restock shelves, close the cash and repeat. Despite working there for almost a month now you’ve never once been tasked with an opening shift, always assigned a closing shift or one that started in the late afternoon. On most nights it made sense, usually coming straight from school to the boardwalk. Although it was a bit strange how your schedule stayed the same even on the weekends, which indirectly isolated you from your friends. As they were mainly focused on parties, starting from when your shift starts into the early morning, then sleeping well past noon. It hurt you a bit that they showed no understanding or tried to hang out with you when you were available, but you felt no need to push for a different schedule when parties have never been your thing. You just hoped that the scheduling wasn’t a sign that Max doesn’t trust you.

An unexpected part of your routine would be the presence of that dark haired punk, Dwayne. Sometimes the other boys would tag along, sometimes as a group of two or three, rarely as a full unit, but Dwayne was always a constant. The boy would follow you around as you worked, with quiet small talk and trying to distract you as much as possible. At first it left you completely disoriented. The drastic change between personalities he would showcase, being rowdy and smirky with the other boys, then being stoic and awkward while following you around like a gothic puppy.

The most unexpected thing would be Max’s, and by extension, the rest of the staff’s blazé nature towards Dwayne’s presence. Despite being a nuisance when you are restocking and collecting returns, to being a downright terror to most when you have to assist customers; no one said a thing. Max purposely turns a blind eye, while Maria gives you a thumbs up as she takes over cash, still believing that your apprehension was shy affection. The rest of the employees simply work around you two, whether they’re going by their supervisor’s example or they are just too scared to confront him, Dwayne has become a permanent fixture to your daily routine.

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It was a Friday night and you were starting to close up the shop, Dwayne of course right by your side as you did so. As you were walking towards the door to lock it, Dwayne of course watching you walk away, he couldn’t help but notice how nervous you looked. Simple mannerisms that screamed at him to dig deeper to the root issue. After much prodding you slowly admit that you have tomorrow off. Which you had booked in order for a chance to relax and catch up on late assignments and lectures, but your friends had convinced you to come to a friend of a friends party.

“It’s not like I don’t want to go per se…” you trailed off. ‘No you don’t’ Dwayne thought as you continued “I just don’t know many people in that kind of scene, ya know?” Dwayne thought for a moment, this was a sign that you have started to trust him, which was good, but he’d rather not have his daily dose of attention taken away from him, he was sure you’d only get hurt in a place like this. So he suggested that he should come with, at your hesitation he reassures you that those types of parties you don’t need a formal invite. Just to lay it on thicker Dwayne hints that he doesn’t have many friends either, which he could tell sticks with you. You internally agree, Dwayne has never talked about anyone else besides his small group of buddies. He had never shown any sadness towards this but maybe that’s why he’s been reaching out to you? His looks and personality could definitely shun others away. In that moment, you felt empathy as that familiar pang of loneliness has always been present with you. So you agreed.

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It was only a few minutes after you arrived that your worst fears had come true. Coming with your friends so you could hangout with them had quickly gone to shit, despite making them swear up and down that they’d stick together, they all quickly went in separate directions. Thus leaving you all along in the living room of a stranger’s house. Looking around you notice that the party goers were not the same boardwalk crowd you’ve gotten used to. On some level you were relieved as there were no surf nazi’s around, but being surrounded by the preppy, predominantly upper class high school kids didn’t soothe your nerves either. Wandering around for the better half of an hour, you’ve made some small talk with some classmates you recognize, walked in on two couples, and befriended the Guinea pigs in one of the stranger’s rooms. Finally, you settled back on the couch in the living room. Unfortunately, you were sat next to this overly pda couple as you tried to figure out what to do next. Just as you were about to get up to find one of your friends, the boys walked in sticking out like a sore thumb. Instantly they grabbed all the attention in the room, your hopes that they’d be deterred away from the preppy party was quickly dashed as Dwayne locked eyes with yours instantly. Almost as soon as he saw you, the boys had swooped in and surrounded you, the rest of the party goers parting like the Red Sea. Even the PDA couple quickly scattered as Dwayne sat beside you on your right, Marko sitting on the couch arm rest on your left, Paul squatting in front of you by your legs and David standing above you all, partially blocking your view of the rest of the party as he slightly leaned over your frame.

The next half hour was a blur as you tried your best to sink into the couch cushions. Giving you no time to breathe as they monopolized your attention, quickly flustering you as your chest hammers with a concerning fight or flight instinct flowing through you. As you lean away they lean closer, each of them going to touch you in some sort of way as they almost speak too fast for you to understand. You couldn’t tell if you were getting confused because of the way they were switching topics quickly or if they’re teasing was too much. David grabbing and playing with the end of your hair as he spoke quietly. While Dwayne had grabbed your right hand, playing with your fingers as he mostly listened. The other two were more rambunctious, Marko poking and pinching your sides, almost tickling you every so often, and Paul rested his left hand on your knee. Their cold hands on your body feeling way too personal and possessive. After a while Marko runs off and gets you a drink at David’s command, and you sipped it slowly every so often to heed their intense stares.

In any other circumstances this would’ve drove you crazy, but the sudden presence of your friends suddenly interjecting into your circle was relieving. You knew what their intentions were the moment one of them learned their upper half onto Dwayne’s chest, but you couldn’t care less. There was a strange nagging feeling in the back of your head that urged you to snap at your friends, to feel jealous as the boys entertained your friends flirting in front of you. But the moment you couldn’t feel anyones eyes on you, you booked it out of the living room.

Now temporarily out of the lion’s den, you look for another exit outside that won’t be fenced off. Before you found one, you had made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing at one of the cups, you down it quickly, looking for a way to calm your adrenaline. Before you could even ponder why you felt a rush of adrenaline, a small cheer beside you had you turning towards the noise. It was a classmate of yours, Thomas. You vaguely remember a small crush you had on him in freshmen year. A bit embarrassed that you were caught chugging a drink in front of someone you knew, you let it slip that you were looking for an alternative exit -ran into an ex in the living room- you lie. Whether he believes you or not, you honestly don’t care, but with his invitation he helps you find a side door to leave the house. You allow him to escort you home.

You two walk along the sidewalk and Thomas eventually brings up the boys, and you answer honestly. That they hang around the boardwalk a lot, you had to help them out a few times so maybe they just gravitated towards someone they recognized. You left out how you invited Dwayne for reasons you don’t know, feeling an urge to distance your friendship(ish?) away from Thomas. Seemingly surprised, he asks you what had been circling around the party. At your confused look he continued on. That there was talk that you were sleeping with all the boys. Seeing your face contort into horror and embarrassment, he assures that anyone with half a brain could tell it was horseshit, that you obviously looked uncomfortable. Finally speaking up you ponder why someone would do that, you weren’t popular but you definitely weren’t hated either, it was like picking on an ant. Looking up ahead, Thomas ponders out loud “I guess you’re lucky you have good friends, one of your friends had defended you when they heard it, and they must’ve tried to take the attention off of you by distracting those boys.” At that you almost wanted to agree with him, but even Thomas’ tone wasn’t convincing.

You two didn’t talk for the rest of the walk, by the time you had reached your house you felt extraordinarily tired and dizzy. Chalking it up to the party wearing you out, you wave to Thomas as you make your way inside your house, locking the door behind you. Kicking off your shoes, you barely made it to your couch in the living room. Instantly falling asleep as your head hit the cushion.