#like I could still apply but I don’t think I would be motivated enough to go through with it

[simplybakugou]

omg I saw you post about wanting dad!Bakugo ideas and tbh I have so many but I don't wanna be greedy or overwhelming so here's one <3 Dad!Bakugo when you get caught sneaking out. He assumes the worst- thinking you were out drinking, partying, something like that (y/n would be like.. 14-16 or somethin, yknow?) But in reality you were just sneaking out to go to the 24/7 ramen place down the street with your secret partner who you haven't told your dad about bc they're the same gender as you <3 It's a lot, I completely understand if ya aren't interested in writing it <33 I just think it would be a really cute and emotional but also amusing and heartfelt idea that I would love to read but can't find the motivation to write </3 Love your work!!!!

⋆ PAIRING: dad!bakugou x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing; teeniest tiniest bit of angst; fluff; talks of being closeted ⋆ WORD COUNT: 3492

A/N: not me writing two works in 2024 back to back?! crazy omg. also i decided to make y/n bakugou’s s/o and not his child as that’s what i’m most comfortable writing about. hope that’s okay! also please feel free to send as many dad!bakugou ideas you want cause i’ve been wanting to write as many as i can. sorry if the ending is awkward i had some trouble finishing it :( tysm for requesting and i hope you enjoy :)

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“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed to himself, setting the knife down and grabbing a paper towel to tend to the small cut he had just accidentally put onto his index finger. Your home was filled with a savory aroma as Bakugou’s cooked dinner as he did every night.

“Are you alright, Katsuki?” You asked from the dining room, averting your eyes from your laptop and peering into the kitchen to check on your husband. 

“I’m fine. It’s just a small cut,” Bakugou called out, grabbing and applying a band-aid from the cabinet and onto his finger. Afterwards he went back to the task at hand. “Where’s Suki?” 

“She’s upstairs, I think she’s showering. Apparently they were working on training their quirks in U.A. and she said she felt disgusting,” you responded, reverting your attention back to the work you had left on your laptop. 

“So they’re already training their quirks? I need to train with her more then.” Bakugou turned the stove off as he moved tonight’s dinner to a singular dish. He went over to the dining table where you were seated to set the table.

You furrowed your brows at him. “Katsuki, she trains enough at U.A., not to mention you train with her after she comes back from school too. You’ll overwork her if you do even more than that.”

“She needs the training. She has to get stronger if she wants to get better.” Bakugou spoke to you while walking back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table as he placed all of his dishes down for his family to share. “She’s gonna get her provisional license soon and I don’t want her to fail like I fucking did.”

“I understand, but you’re being too hard on yourself and on her,” you said, shaking your head at your husband who has a tendency to overwork himself. 

“If she’s gonna be the best, she has to be better than me. And I’m gonna make sure she’s a hundred times better than I ever was in U.A.,” Bakugou stated adamantly as he sat himself across from you.

You sighed, closing your laptop and setting it aside so you could eat. “You’re impossible, you know that?” 

Bakugou smirked as he was about to let out a snarky comment until Suki walked downstairs, a towel in hand as she was still drying her ash blonde. 

You smiled at the sight of your daughter. “Suki! You’re just in time for dinner.”

Suki stopped as she took in her parents at the dining table and the giant spread of food Bakugou had prepared. “Oh, I thought I told you guys I wasn’t that hungry today…”

Bakugou whipped his head around to look at his daughter. “No you fucking didn’t.”

“Whoops,” Suki said, laughing cautiously as she rubbed the nape of her neck with her hand. “I’m kinda tired from all the training today so I think I’m just going to head to bed.”

You frowned. “Are you sure? Maybe eat just a little, sweetie.”

Suki shook her head. “It’s okay, Mom. I’ll be fine.” She turned to her father. “And I’m sorry, Dad. I know you worked hard to make all of this.”

Bakugou sighed. “It’s fine. Pay me back with training right after you get back from school tomorrow.”

Suki winced but nodded reluctantly for her father’s sake. “Alright.” She turned around and made her way upstairs as she called out, “I’m going to bed. Good night!”

“Good night, sweetie!” You called back out to her. You averted your attention to the delicious spread in front of you, once again thankful for having a husband who could cook so well and alleviate you from the burden of having to do so. 

“That shitty kid needs to eat more,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving his homemade meal into his mouth in the process. “She’s not gonna get stronger if she doesn’t eat well.”

“I agree with you there. At least with the eating more part.” You took a sip of water. “I hope she’s doing okay. You don’t think she’s overwhelmed at school and she’s just not telling us, right?”

“She’s fine, you’re worrying too fucking much, Y/N.” He glanced back at the stairs before eating again despite his statement. He didn’t want to say it aloud as he knew you would start freaking out but he was also concerned. Bakugou always wanted what’s best for his daughter who was inspired by her pro hero father to become a pro hero herself. When Suki expressed her interest in becoming a pro, Bakugou had to physically hold himself back in a way to not overwhelm her with how excited he was with the news. And you could see it yourself. You saw the way Bakugou perked up and seemed more enthusiastic, in his own way of course, every time Suki asked for training advice or told Bakugou about her day at school. You loved and admired their bond and how much closer they were getting the more she developed her quirk and skills. 

You leaned back, patting your full stomach. “That was delicious, Katsu.” You stood up with your empty plate in one hand and patted his head with your other. Bakugou glared at you as he stood and cleared the table. 

You went over to the sink to wash the dishes, intent on putting your share of the housework as Bakugou cooked only to be lightly pushed out of the way as Bakugou began to wash the dishes. 

“Katsuki!” You exclaimed. “You always do this. I’m supposed to be the one who cleans up when you cook.”

You attempted to push him back but unsurprisingly he didn’t budge as he ignored you and continued to clean. “Oh, shut it. Just go finish your paperwork over there.”

“Fine,” you huffed as you sat back down at the dining table. Instead of finishing your paperwork you sat begrudgingly in your seat with your laptop in your lap as you waited for Bakugou so the two of you could go to bed together. 

Thankfully with Bakugou being Bakugou, he was finished in no time and the two of you went upstairs to get some sleep. 

As you were situating yourself in bed, Bakugou stood in front of Suki’s room. He knocked on her door and the absence of a response prompted Bakugou to open the door slowly. He poked his head in and saw Suki fast asleep with her lights still on. He smiled softly at the sight of his sleeping daughter and even though he knew he was tough on her, he knew she was working hard to prove to him how she will become an incredible hero.

“Katsuki, are you coming?” You called from your room.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou responded as he turned Suki’s light off and closed her door. 

The alarm blaring from her phone jolted Suki awake. She quickly turned it off, hoping it didn’t wake her parents in the same manner as it did her. The time on her phone read 3:30 AM as Suki slipped out of bed. She quickly changed out of her pajamas and into sweatpants and a sweater and tiptoed out of her room. 

Suki glanced over at yours and Bakugou’s bedroom door, thankful as it was closed shut. Sometimes Bakugou would sleep with the door cracked open slightly as he was convinced he would be able to hear anybody sneaking in if anyone attempted to rob your home or attack his family. You would call him crazy and usually waited for him to fall asleep before closing the door all the way in which Suki was ecstatic that you did so that day as well. 

Suki made her way down to the front door and took her keys and her jacket and left her home. She grabbed her bicycle that was propped on the side of the house and began making her way down the road. She shivered as the cold winter air hit her face as she rode her bike, her eyes watering as they searched for one particular person.

Suki smiled once she spotted who she was meeting at 3:30 AM on a school night.

“Took you long enough!” Yui, Suki’s girlfriend, called out from her respective bike. 

Suki grinned at her girlfriend and stopped her bike beside her. “Are you sure this place is open 24/7?”

Yui nodded. “They just opened up. Did your old man catch you?”

Suki shook her head. “I even skipped dinner and I’m starving now.”

Suki knew she wasn’t supposed to be out so late but she couldn’t help it; she missed her girlfriend. In addition, during the day she was busy at U.A. and afterwards she would train with her father. In the evening she’d have to keep up with her studies and her homework, making it almost impossible to spend time with her partner. Not to mention, Suki still hadn’t come out to you or Bakugou.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust either of you but there was a small, miniscule feeling Suki had in the back of her mind that made her fear your reactions to having a girlfriend. Thankfully, unlike Yui’s parents, you and Bakugou never mentioned or questioned if Suki had a boyfriend, but she knew Bakugou especially would disapprove of anything that would divert her attention from her training and studies.

“Come on, let’s go!” Yui exclaimed and the two girls continued down the road to the ramen shop.

Bakugou woke up feeling immobilized. In an attempt to go to the bathroom, Bakugou tried to get up but couldn’t do so as you were literally holding him down in your sleep. Your arm was wrapped around his torso, your leg over his thighs, and your cheek was pressed against his chest. In moments like these he blamed you for making him feel sore in the morning. 

“Y/N,” Bakugou said softly as he quite literally peeled you off of his body. He was successful and he laughed once he heard you groaning in your sleep as you turned the other way.

Bakugou went to the bathroom and just as he was on his way back to his room to fall back asleep right beside you, he noticed Suki’s door was ever so slightly left open. He knew she always criticized him for leaving his door open so he knew something was up immediately.

Bakugou went over to Suki’s door, knocking once again just as he did before going to sleep earlier and again there was no response. He pushed the door open, furrowing his brows at the sight of what was supposed to be Suki’s body under her covers but Bakugou was too clever to fall for something so simple. He walked closer to her bed and pulled back the covers, not surprised to see two pillows that were formed to imitate her body.

“She fucking snuck out,” Bakugou muttered angrily to himself. He threw the blanket back onto the bed and went back to his bedroom where you were sleeping. He shook you awake. “Y/N, wake up.”

You woke up frighteningly, sitting upright. “What? What’s wrong?” You asked confused and tired. 

“Suki’s not here.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, immediately jumping out of bed and running to Suki’s room to check. You turned back to Bakugou. “Do you think she was abducted? Or kidnapped? Oh no, do you think one of those villains you fought came back for revenge?! Our poor baby–”

“Y/N, calm down,” Bakugou said, placing his hands on your shoulders. “She’s not kidnapped. That little shit snuck out.”

“What? There’s no way Suki would sneak out, Katsuki.”

“She put her pillows under the covers to make it look like she was sleeping.”

“But… why would she do that?” You questioned. This was completely unlike Suki, which made you ponder even more about her motive. Usually if she wanted to go anywhere or do anything, she would ask you or Bakugou for permission in which, most of the time, you both would say yes. 

“Who fucking knows. She’s probably out drinking or partying. She’s fifteen for fucks sake.”

“I don’t know, Katsu, I don’t think she’s the type to do something like that. The only possibility that makes sense is…” You thought about it some more until it finally hit you. “Maybe she’s seeing a boy!”

“A what?” 

“Come on, it’s the only thing that makes sense. I don’t think she’s the type to go out drinking.”

“I’d rather her go to a party than be alone with a boy this fucking late.” Bakugou clenched his fists at the thought. “I’m gonna go find her.”

“Wait!” Bakugou ignored you as he continued downstairs, grabbing his coat and throwing his shoes on. “Don’t go out and use your quirk.”

“Why the fuck not? It’s the fastest way to get to her.”

You sighed hopelessly at your husband. “It’s 4 AM, Katsu, your explosions will wake up the whole neighborhood. Just take the car.”

“I hate that fucking piece of shit,” Bakugou grumbled. “Fine.”

“And take this, too.” You tossed his phone that you had quickly grabbed, which he caught with ease. “Call me when you find her.”

Bakugou felt himself getting more and more impatient as he drove in circles around his neighborhood. He knew Suki couldn’t have gone far as he noticed her bike was missing. He checked her friends’ houses that he was aware of for any signs of partying and checked every convenience store nearby as he knew Suki loved them. Bakugou cursed at his daughter internally as she had also turned off her location on her phone. The last place left to check was the new ramen shop that had just opened and you had begged Bakugou to try out with you once he had some time off from work.

Bakugou recognized Suki’s bike parked right in front along with another bike right next to hers. To his knowledge you were right; Suki was here to meet a boy.

Bakugou felt himself getting angrier. How could Suki sneak out for a stupid boy? Doesn’t she know training has to be her top priority? Boys are a distraction and wouldn’t do her any good. He felt justified in these thoughts as he didn’t start dating until after he graduated which was when he met you.

Nevertheless, Bakugou parked and exited the car. He was planning on busting the door down to the restaurant, scold Suki, and murder whatever stupid boy had stolen his only daughter’s heart.

And Bakugou fully planned to do so until he stopped in his tracks at the sight he caught through the window. Suki was laughing, leaning on the person next to her. It was a girl. Initially Bakugou assumed it was a new friend that Suki had made until this new “friend” kissed his daughter on the cheek.

At that moment Bakugou understood fully what was going on. He was still upset that Suki felt like she had to sneak around to spend time with her girlfriend and he still thought having a partner could be a distraction but Bakugou knew he shouldn’t be physically upset as he initially intended to. 

So Bakugou waited, his arms across his chest as he leaned against his car and waited for Suki to come out from the restaurant.

When she was getting up to leave with her girlfriend by her side, Suki couldn’t remember the last time she enjoyed herself as much as she did in that ramen shop. She felt so comfortable in her skin and wished she could spend time with Yui more so that she didn’t have to sneak out like she did that night.

“I had a lot of fun today,” Yui said as the girls thanked the shop owners and made their way to the exit.

“Me too. Maybe next time we can go on a date during the day and not 5 AM,” Suki joked and Yui agreed.

“Mhm. But do you feel comfortable telling your parents?”

Suki sighed. “I want to tell them soon. It’s just so scary.”

“I get it, believe me.” Yui pushed the door open and they both walked towards their bikes. “Text me whenever you’re free again.”

Suki nodded and gave her girlfriend a small peck. “Come on, I’ll drop you off.”

“Suki, I live literally right next door. If anything I should be dropping you off,” Yui said with a laugh. “Are you okay getting home?”

Suki nodded confidently. “Absolutely. I’m in U.A. for a reason, you know.”

The girls continued and finished their goodbyes and Suki watched Yui take her bike on a very short ride to her house. She waved to Yui once more before turning around to head back home in the opposite direction. And that was when she finally saw him.

There Bakugou was, still leaned against his car down the road with stern crimson eyes watching his daughter. Suki’s eyes widened at the sight and immediately wanted the ground to swallow her whole. “Dad?!”

“About damn time you noticed me,” Bakugou grumbled, loud enough for Suki to hear as she cautiously walked towards Bakugou.

“What’re you doing here? How’d you find me?” Suki’s bike fell on its side as she loosened her grip out of shock.

“I just wanted to check on you when I woke up and saw you weren’t in bed. Do you know how fucking terrifying that is?” Bakugou asked angrily. Suki winced at her father’s tone, looking down and away from the intensity of his gaze. 

Bakugou sighed, calming himself down. After seeing how happy Suki and her girlfriend were together, he felt his initial anger diminish. “Why didn’t you just tell Mom and me you wanted to hang out with your girlfriend?” 

Suki felt overwhelmed with mixed emotions. She felt exposed but also guilty for not being open with her parents. “I-I don’t know. It was hard keeping this from you.”

Bakugou watched Suki closely and briefly. He could see her body shaking in what he assumed to be fear. He had caught her in an intimate moment with her significant other, someone that she felt that she had to hide from her parents. And it broke Bakugou’s heart thinking about how difficult it must have been carrying a secret so big and integral to who she was as a person.

Bakugou took a few steps forward, closing the gap between him and his daughter and he embraced her. Suki, whose eyes were still fixated on the ground, was taken aback at this sudden act. Her father, one who rarely showed any physical affection, was hugging her so tightly. “I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like having to keep this secret.”

Suki’s vision blurred as tears began to well in her eyes. She buried her face in Bakugou’s chest and she returned the embrace. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you guys,” Suki blurted out in between her sobs.

Bakugou patted her ash blonde hair down with his hand, still holding her as tight as he possibly could. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry for making you feel like you can’t be open with me. I know I can be shitty and tough on you but I’ve always wanted what’s best for you.”

Suki sniffled as she pulled away, rubbing her eyes and ridding her cheeks from the tears that had stained them. “It’s not that I felt like I couldn’t open up to you or Mom. I knew deep down that you guys would accept me regardless if I were gay or straight but I kept psyching myself out.”

Bakugou smiled softly, patting her back. “Suki, there’s nothing on this fucking Earth you could ever do to make me or your mother disappointed in you. Even if you decided to not be a hero anymore, I wouldn’t give a shit. All I want is for you to put your all into whatever it is you do and not to half ass anything.”

Suki smiled sheepishly. “Thanks, Dad.” Bakugou knelt down and grabbed Suki’s bike, wheeling it over to his car as he put it in the trunk. 

“So am I off the hook for sneaking out?” Suki asked, hoping to hear the answer she wanted to hear as she walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle.

“Fuck no. You’re still in trouble,” Bakugou stated simply in which Suki sighed, not surprised at the answer. “Now you don’t have to sneak out to see your girlfriend, at least.” The two entered the car and Bakugou turned the vehicle on as he turned it around to head back home. 

“Can I invite Yui over for dinner sometime?” Suki asked, looking at her father expectantly.

“Yeah. You gotta explain to your Mom what happened. She’s at home thinking you got kidnapped.” The two laughed as they made their way back home to you.

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[introvertedeviant]

Yall life is so CRAZYY, I’m going back to school this summer lmaooo

#speech is not my field after all 🥲 #deep down I always knew I was never gonna apply to grad school #I knew it in my heart #like I could still apply but I don’t think I would be motivated enough to go through with it #it would be a disservice to me and to the kids I would help #rn I am so stressed with trying my very best to be at least a decent therapist for them but I know I suck #I’m new and I’m struggling a lot #eventually I know I will get better but it’s gonna be an uphill battle #but I don’t think I could do this for the rest of my life #I’m not passionate enough #currently having a mid life crises but not really bc I know what I’m gonna do now :) #I’m finally doing what I’ve been thinking about for years !! since I was in college #but it was always some fleeting thought that i would never actually get to do #but it was always interesting to me #and I know it will be hard but im willing to do it bc it’s genuinely something I want to do #yall I hope everything goes alright cuz it’s gonna be a whole ass new journey #late night rambles

[vixstarria]

Intimacy

Hello friends, have some soft Act 2 Astarion.  

Astarion’s struggle with sex and intimacy. Connected with my other fics but is a standalone, per usual. 

Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, soft Astarion 

Hurt/comfort, some fluff if you squint, love, angst, mutual pining, Act 2 spoilers, some fairly softcore smut 

Approximately 1,600 words. 

“I have no idea what we’re doing,” he told you. You’d replayed that conversation over and over countless times in your mind, since.  

You had no idea what you were doing either. Oh, navigating an ordinary relationship was simple enough, and you’d had your fair share of those – even if they’d all ended in disappointment at best, so far. Being with someone who’d just escaped 200 years of abuse, however... That was something new.  

“I don't think I want you to think of me in terms of sex.” 

Well that was a fuck-up. He was walking sex. ...Most likely due to sheer force of habit, so necessary for survival over all those years, but still.  

“I love you.” 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...  

You were in over your head too. Completely. Hopelessly. In love with this catastrophe of a man.  

What were you to do with him now?  

Wait for him to take the lead in every physical interaction? It wasn’t in your nature to be so passive. He knew this. And you were sure he would love to be treated like spurned glass all of a sudden.  

Continue as you were? Even though now all you could think about was whether a touch might bring up a repulsive memory? Assume that you could singlehandedly overwrite centuries of disgust and loathing, overnight? How presumptuous and overbearing that would have been. 

Communicate? Ask? Listen? Sure. Absolutely. You did. Or tried, anyway. You were about as good at talking about these things as he was. And you didn’t really trust him to be completely honest at this point. Whether with you or his own self.  

And so you explored. Slowly, cautiously and attentively.

 

The most innocent touches seemed to bring him an inordinate amount of joy. You weren’t surprised.  

Passing him a vial of poison for his weapons and letting your fingers brush and caress one another’s, briefly. Wordlessly running a stray hand along his waist and planting a quick kiss under his ear while you walked past him as he stood talking with someone. Lingering with your foreheads or noses touching lightly after a kiss.

 

He leaped at any opportunity to massage your sore muscles or help you apply a salve, and you let him. It seemed he wanted to take care of you, and was working out all the ways how.  

He still pleasured you in different ways, at times.  

“You don’t have to...” 

“I want to,” he said. 

He just chose to keep his own pants on, now. You weren’t sure about his motivations. Could it be guilt? Or a misguided sense of self-worth? Did he still think this is all he was good for? Or, maybe you were completely overthinking it, and he was still just desperately horny, even if taking a step back. He was more present than before though, you could tell that much. 

You considered his reactions to other forms of touch, careful not to make your observation obvious. 

He hated being scratched. The entire area of his back covered in scars was off-limits for anything but embraces. He enjoyed playful bites, both giving and receiving. And more than anything, he loved holding you close, feeling as much of your body at once as possible, basking in its warmth.  

In turn, you were more than happy to wrap yourself around him when you could. 

“Why do you even like this?” he asked, apprehensive about it at first. “You don’t need to pretend for my sake. I can’t give you any warmth.” 

“I can give you mine,” you said, simply. “Besides, you obviously don’t remember what it’s like to lie in a puddle of sweat with someone who runs hot. This is a nice change.” you added after a moment of contemplation.  

You meant what you said, but you were dying to drag him into a hot bath, just to know what it would feel like for him to be warmed through. Maybe you’d get the chance once you got to Baldur’s Gate.

 

There happened to be a private room available at Last Light Inn that night. The group unanimously agreed that you and Astarion would take it, while the rest of your companions bunked in the common. 

“For Shar’s sake, piss off, none of us want to see or hear you two,” were the exact words of their blessing, delivered by Shadowheart. Karlach sanctified it by throwing a (deftly dodged) half-eaten apple at Astarion’s head.  

“Especially not hear!”

 

“I know this may come as a shock, but I’m actually not too fond of beds,” he said. 

“New memories, Astarion,” you shook your head. “Beds are non-negotiable. I wasn’t too fond of rutting in the dirt either.” 

“I’ll never grow tired of how poetic you are,” he smiled, unceremoniously throwing his gear on the floor. “New memories, you say?” 

A while later, you were straddling Astarion’s hips as he sat shirtless on the edge of the bed. 

“You know, you never did tell me what you like,” you sighed, your fingers in his hair as he kissed your neck.   

“Oh, what does anyone like? It’s all the same in the end,” he said, running his hands along your thighs. 

“That’s not true,” you murmured in his ear. “I can show you some things that are pretty unique to you right now,” you said and ran the tip of your tongue along the lower inner edge of his ear, making him shudder and let out a small moan.  

“You little devil, when did you figure that out?” he breathed.  

“When I happened to brush your ear a while back, like this,” you giggled, repeating the hand movement on his other ear, making him catch his breath slightly again, “and you just about started purring.” 

He just chuckled in response. 

“So what other secrets are you hiding?” you purred, kissing around his ear. “I might just need to kiss and caress every inch of your body to find out.” 

"Sounds like a terrible chore,” he said, falling back onto the bed and pulling you with him. “You don’t want to do that.” 

“Shut up and let me cherish you.” 

You kissed down along one side his neck, slowly, taking your time, pausing to lightly lick or nibble on any spot that made him hitch his breath. He was putty in your hands by the time you reached his collarbone. 

“Just don’t go any lower,” he said breathlessly. 

You hummed your agreement. You couldn’t handle going any lower yourself – you were completely intoxicated with the scent of his skin and the sound of his sighs of pleasure, if you went any lower, you would keep going, and you didn’t think it was a day for that yet.  

You continued up the other side of his neck instead.  

You hesitated for a moment before your lips reached the bite marks left by Cazador, but Astarion made no indication that he didn’t want you to keep going, and so you continued. He let out a soft whimper as your lips brushed the scars. 

“No?” you pulled back slightly, your hot breath still on his skin. He was lying with his eyes shut, head thrown back, neck completely exposed to you. 

“Yes...” he whispered, hoarsely. “Very yes... Softly...” 

You continued, lingering with your lips on the scars, as his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, snapping them against his own and grinding you against an unmistakable erection. 

“I want you to make those marks your own... Yours and no one else’s...” he rasped. 

This is probably a mistake, you thought, but you could barely help yourself as you moaned into his neck and ran your tongue over the scars, making him growl and grind you into himself harder. The friction, the knowledge that he wanted it too was driving you mad.  

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop that,” you begged. 

“Go ahead,” he groaned. 

“Not without you.” 

Something in the energy changed then, and you lifted yourself off him, sitting up. Astarion stayed on his back a moment longer, before exhaling and also raising himself into a sitting position. You were still on his lap, facing him.  

“Listen,” he took your face in both hands, looking into your eyes intensely. “I want you so fucking bad, it hurts. I want to tear your clothes off and ravage you until you’re speaking in tongues. I do.” His voice was hoarse. He paused, before continuing. “But even more than that, I want to remember this, remember you, and not have any of the dirt from my past mixed into it. It’s difficult enough to keep it at bay as it is.” His eyes teared up at that. “And right now, for now, this is the only way I know how to do that.”  

“I’m sorry.” Tears sprang from your eyes. 

“No, you sweet idiot, you haven’t done anything wrong. I love you.” He gathered you in his arms, kissing away your tears as his own started to roll down. He sighed. “Great, now no one is coming, and everyone is crying.” 

You both burst out laughing as soon as those words were out of his mouth.  

You held each other a while longer, him stroking your back, before you broke the silence. 

“So the bite scars are pretty erogenous then?” 

“Extremely. Use that knowledge at your own risk and peril, darling.” 

He lifted your chin for a kiss. 

“Shall we go piss everyone off for a while, maybe steal Lae’zel’s boots, then come back here for more ‘memories’?” he asked.  

“Sounds childish and dangerous. I’m in.” 

You needed to clear your head too.  

Maybe tomorrow would be the day one of you would get closer to knowing what it was you were doing, and tell the other. Until then, at least you were in it together. 

~~~~~ 

The “I love you” is not canon for Act 2, but it is my headcanon, damnit.  

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[melinoelliones]

You were on your first official “dream first date”, cuddled up watching cheesy romance movies. However Micah Yujin, the cocky little hacker you met 5 days ago, wasn’t being so cocky anymore.....

MINORS DNI/ AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ ANTI DC DNI/ 18+

Warnings: neck kisses, oral, dry humping, hickies, teasing, early ejaculation, grinding, cursing, slight face fucking, slight choking, whimpering

1.9K words

SECOND PIECE OF WRITING LESS GOOOOOOOO!! Again I am still new at this so please don't jump me LOL. I know there are many mistakes, weird wordings/story so on and so forth but oh well. I played Error143 a while ago with my friend group, and since then this man has been on my mind 24/7. Seeing him get flustered in game reminded me of this idea I had stored away for a fic which I felt would actually suit him nicely so here we are. Hope all the Micah lovers enjoy. On a serious note I have never written for a gender neutral reader so please let me know if I should change anything! Also I’ve used the nickname Angel as one of the names since that is what he uses in game!

The image of Micah was drawn by @kamuyagi​ on tumblr and twitter so check em out! I was given the green light to use their art so thank you again, it was lovely speaking to you :)

"You... actually like this stuff?", you could almost hear the smirk creeping up on Micahs face while pointing at the screen. "Some of us like to bake, others like to lie in bed and watch romance movies, problem?", you questioned while glancing over at him with a stern look, "no no, I have no issues here, was just curious is all Angel". He chuckled away while watching you turn back to face the TV, his chest now pressed against bare back as he was pulling you closer into him.

THE Micah Yujin was in your bed, cuddling up behind you, watching one of your favourite movies, it was almost unreal to you. Who would've known this would be the outcome of deciding to hack someone 5 days prior due to jealousy.

You could feel every ridge from his toned stomach as you both followed along with the movie, you both were down to just your underwear as he had suggested you guys "stay comfortable" since you were spending the day binge watching cheesy romance movies.

You couldn't help but think there was an ulterior motive but he was adamant that there was "no funny business in his agenda today", even though you had to pretend to ignore the figure which began to press against your lower back every so lightly.

"Uh uh uh, what is THIS my love"? Before you could even respond Micah had covered your eyes with his hands so you could no longer see the screen, "this is FAR too PG for you don't ya think Angel?", his sniggering getting louder as you attempted to swat him away. "THIS is too PG? Micah they're only kissing, I don't even think they go all the way in this one", you couldn't help but laugh a little, he was so immature.

You rolled over to face him, inching closer to his newly flustered face, "How about I show you PG hmm?", your seductive tone causing his eyes to widen, your own flittered between his and his lips. The sexual tension in the air rising as you let your lips linger by his teasing him while moving to lay on his chest.

"You're such a tea~", you cut him off by crashing your lips into his, gliding them over one another. His hand slid up to your neck, gently applying pressure while lightly tugging you even closer, the kiss getting heated ever so quickly. Micah caught your bottom lip between his, gently easing his tongue into your mouth as you followed, you let him take charge just this once.

The sexual tension quickly turned into frustration, as he deepened the kiss you knew he wanted more, the soft moans leaving his lips told you more than enough but you wouldn't give it up that easily. You could also feel how needy he was yet he didn't dare to try anything further.

You slowly pulled away, a string of saliva linking you together as you sat up, he watched as your eyes moved from his lower stomach to his eyes. "It's pretty convenient that at your request we are both only in our underwear. It's almost like.... This is what you wanted to happen hmm? Don't get all shy on me now". The grin forming on your face causing the usually cocky man under you to squirm trying to cover his heated cheeks.

"Nothing to say for yourself hmm?" you frowned smugly while watching Micah struggle to get any words out, "a~actually I~". You felt him choke back on his words as you leant forward letting you fingers coiled around his already hard nipples. "Sensitive here are we Micah?", your words ringing through while snaking your fingers around them.

You could feel Micah swallowing down his moans on your lips as you placed small kisses down the side of his neck, sucking lightly on each left kiss while nibbling down. Whilst trailing them down to his chest you blew gently against the newly placed hickies, you felt his body quiver due to how tender the marks were.

Micah's eyes widened as he heard your breath hitch while jolting up. "Ah, and you told me to shield my eyes from a kiss in a movie?", the confused look on his face dropping as he followed your eyes to his newly grown piece that was now pressing up on your lower half, you took your bottom lip in your teeth as you cheekily began to grind down against it.

Was Micah really that turnt on by a few neck kisses? This was the same egotistical man that would boast about how you would definitely fold first when it comes to being in the same room.

You couldn't help but giggle to yourself quietly while watching him squirm under you trying to take any extra friction he could from your lower half to his, desperation looked good on him.

You crawled off him, you could almost hear him internally sighing thinking you were done teasing him but he couldn't be further from correct. You placed yourself between his legs, hands running down his torso to the band of his boxers, your eyes half lidded with desire as you rolled your tongue against your top teeth, a coy grin plastered on your face.

Sliding the fabric down under his hips you took his length in your hand, the sheer size of it took you by surprise, no wonder the rare times when he was modest were only when you would joke about it being small without having seen it, "So this is what you've been hiding, I think I can handle it" you bit your lip while perking up.

"What do you mean by tha~ oh fuck", Micah hissed through his teeth as you timidly rubbed his ever growing member. With each stroke you could hear his needy moans get louder, his eyes showing a pure yearning for more."Look at you, is this the smug and overconfident hacker I met 5 days ago? 2 minutes in and you're already this turnt on", you teased as he averted his eyes from you.

"Look at me pretty boy", your stern tone followed by you meticulously moulding your fingers around his member massaging it in your hand, you could hear Micah curse through his moans. He turnt to look at you, eyebrows tilted upwards in bliss.

You weren't sure how much more he could take as you didn't know his cues yet, however you did know you weren't going to let it end here, having a cheeky man in submission was too perfect to give up this fast.

You slowly stopped your hand movements, "w~why'd you stop?" Micah whined trying to conduct himself, he wasn't used to being this vulnerable but with you he didn't mind but he wasn't expecting all this.

"Okay Micah, would you rather I finish you off with my hand, or mouth? Hackers choice.", your cheeky tone confusing him as to if that was a real question. Before he had a chance to formulate a response you placed your fingertips on the cusp on his cock, as you pressed them onto it you stuck out your tongue to let a drop of saliva hit his tip, your grip tightening as his body squirmed.

While kneading the tip in your fingertips you asked again, "You gotta pick one Micah, if not I guess we can leave it here and go back to the mov~", "mouth". "What was that? I couldn't hear you?", you pouted jokingly as if to mock him. You had full control and you were going to get the most out of it.

"P~Please, please finish me off with your mouth Angel", Micahs head rolling back in pure sexual frustration, "good boy Micah, i'm all yours". Without another word you skimmed your tongue across his shaft before taking it in your mouth, your warm breath adding to the burning in his stomach.

You bobbed your head up and down taking him all in, your saliva mixing with his precum engulfing his cock in a wet heat. "Fuuuck baby, don't stop", his hand slid to your cheek, caressing it before bringing it to the back of your head, you felt a slight pressure.

Was he really trying to fuck your face? You weren't expecting him to get a burst of confidence, or was his body just moving on its own? Either way it was turning you on little by little. You placed your free hand on his balls, palming them as he began to grind his hips forwards, the crown of his cock hitting the back of your throat each stroke.

Micah's moans became sloppy and incoherent as your tongue slid across the slit in his piece before taking it all back in, humming to allow it to slip back down your throat, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming closeness he was feeling.

You could feel him twitching slightly in your mouth, "oh my g~god i'm so close baby", his whining getting louder as you gave his balls in your palm some more attention. "Just keep going baby" he mewled out in desperation.

Before you could have another thought you felt him shudder, as if on cue he let go, you could feel it cascade down your throat coating it completely, his breath hitching as you continued to deepthroat him, swallowing whatever remained in your mouth. "W~What are you d~oing I can't take much mo~", you could hear him whimpering as the overstim started to consume him, the delirium swirling inside him as the suction intensified.

"F~Fuuuck Angel", he was drowning in pain and pleasure, you started to slow down using your tongue to take in the elixir of cum and saliva encasing his cock cleaning him up. You could almost feel his member throbbing as you pulled back. You gazed at him alluringly as he covered his deep red cheeks with his forearm, "welllll, did I do good Mr Micah?".

Another cheeky smirk emerging on your lips as you slid your hand on last time up his length to take off anything remaining, licking it clean while remaining eye contact with him, he breathlessly mumbled "you~you did more than good I can tell ya that much" whilst you placed him back in his boxers carefully.

Micah grabbed your jaw with his hand pulling you into a quick heated kiss as you went to lay by his side, the taste of him and your saliva slightly re-turning him on. "You outdone anything I expected you to do, that's for sure, i'm still kinda in a haze", he chuckled letting you go, you winked at him before sliding back to face the television, back against his chest once again.

You could feel his heartbeat calming down behind you, you had definitely shocked him with your actions. Who knew you could make a cocky man whimper n writhe with just your mouth? God knows what he would be like if you guys actually fucked, you were definitely intrigued though.

You felt his arm wrap around your waist before moving up to your chin, turning your head so your ear was beside his lips, his breath sending shivers down your spine, "Once i've managed to collect myself, how about I repay you for your little display hmm? How does that sound?". His husky tone taking you aback.

He placed a kiss on the nape of your neck before sliding his arm back to your waist, your mind running through all possible scenarios that could pan out due to his cryptic words. All you knew was that the date was just beginning.

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[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part twenty-seven] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, menstruation, smut (mdni)

word count: 5.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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additional smut warnings: period sex, shower sex, protected sex, oral (m receiving)

Jisung was still asleep when you snuck back into your room. You weren’t sure if he had woken up at any point while you were gone, but if he had he hadn’t tried to figure out where you’d disappeared to. You hadn’t gotten any notifications while you were out. 

You thought you’d feel guiltier after sleeping with Minho, but you didn’t feel much of anything. Maybe it was the post-nut haze you were still in… or maybe your body simply wasn’t capable of feeling any more guilt than it already had. You had already resigned yourself to a situation in which there was no winner. Maybe that had overridden everything else.

You were still sore when you woke up a few hours later. That was to be expected, but you still groaned in complaint upon rolling out of bed. 

“What’s wrong?” Jisung mumbled from beside you.

“My… back hurts,” you lied, hoping he was too out of it to catch it. You did have back problems, but they weren’t bothering you at the moment- at least not in the way you were letting Jisung think they were. 

“Need some ibuprofen?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

You grabbed your toothbrush and retainer case from your suitcase before he could say anything else. For the first time, it seemed like you were up earlier than everyone else. You didn’t hear anyone out in the kitchen and all of the bedroom doors were closed. You were able to brush your teeth in peace without feeling rushed. You took your time getting ready, washing your face and applying sunscreen- two things that you knew would make your friends back home proud if they could see you doing it. For the first time ever, it felt like you were actually having a pleasant morning. Until you noticed a drop of blood on the floor. Confused, you looked around to see where the source could be. A quick glance at the mirror confirmed that it wasn’t a nosebleed. Your mouth and ears were fine too. Then it dawned on you. You looked down at your shorts to see that you’d started your period and bled right through them. 

“Fuck me,” you hissed to yourself, jumping when your best friend chimed in behind you. You didn’t even know you’d left the door open. 

“Don’t I do that enough already?”

You whipped your head around to glare at him. His smile dropped when he realized what was happening. 

“I’ll get you a change of clothes,” he said and disappeared.

You stood there helplessly until he came back, thanking him quietly when he handed you a pair of his own sweatpants. 

“Was there any on the sheets?” you asked, already mortified. 

“No, they’re fine. Don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you.”

“Of course.” He lingered in the bathroom for another moment. “Do you… have what you need?”

“Yeah, I have some leftover pads from last time. Can you grab me one, actually? They’re in the front pocket of my suitcase.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

As you watched him leave, familiar tendrils of guilt began to curl in your stomach. It really had been post-nut haze that clouded you. You were a fool for thinking it was anything different. 

Jisung reappeared with a pad in hand and traded you for your dirty clothes. 

“I’ll call the lobby and ask for a laundry bag,” he said. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you groaned. 

He walked away before you could say anything else. “I’m already doing it!”

-

“No wonder your back is hurting,” Jisung said sympathetically, rubbing his hand across your shoulders soothingly as you sat in the living room together. “I can rub it later, if you want.”

You nodded absentmindedly, too deep in self-pity to be appreciative. Your best friend was too good for you. But then, you had always known that. You were a bad influence on him from the start. He had never so much as touched a joint before he met you, let alone stolen anything. Friends were supposed to make each other better people, they were supposed to mutually benefit from the relationship, and yet most of the time it felt like it was completely one-sided. Jisung did so much for you. And how do you repay him? By fucking his brother. 

“Are you going to be good to travel today?” he asked. “We’re supposed to be at the airport in a couple of hours, but we can stay back if you’d rather.”

He was referring to the short little excursion everyone was taking to Beijing. It would only be for a few days, kind of like what you did in Japan. China was just such a big country that it was impossible to experience it from only one city. You were supposed to be flying from Beijing to Minho’s choice, but you assumed Jisung was suggesting that you’d just meet the rest of his family there. 

“It’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I was really looking forward to Beijing.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

He put his hand on your knee and squeezed it before standing up. “I’m going to go pick up the laundry from downstairs if you wanna finish packing our things.”

You nodded in agreement, lingering on the couch for a moment longer after he’d let himself out. 

You knew Jisung didn’t really care about organization so you threw his clothes into his suitcase without much consideration for where things should go. Nothing was folded or sorted. As long as the suitcase would zip, you figured that was enough. It was the same for your own bags. All of your clothes were consistently wrinkly because of the way you packed, but you couldn’t be bothered to change the habit. 

“Where’s Ji?” The voice belonged to Minho, who was leaning against the frame of your bedroom door. You hadn’t even heard him approach. 

“He went downstairs to get something,” you explained, too embarrassed to go into detail about the fact that you had bled through your pajamas. 

“Oh, okay.” He took a step past the threshold, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you feeling alright? Still sore?”

“I started my period,” you muttered. “Wasn’t supposed to get it for another few days.”

“Must’ve fucked you so hard it came early,” he said smugly, yelping when you threw Shang the shark at him. “It’s a real thing!” he cried in defense, “we read about it in biology!”

“You paid attention in biology?” 

Minho scoffed. “Ouch.”

“Oh please, tell me I’m wrong.” He didn’t. “That’s what I thought. Give me my shark back.” You yanked it from his grasp and shoved it into your suitcase

“You’re the one who threw it at me!”

“And you’re the one who was implying he railed me so hard you made me start my period!”

“I mean, that probably is what happened.” 

“Don’t give yourself so much credit,” you sighed. 

“What, you’ve had it harder?” he asked, suddenly not looking so pleased with himself. 

“That’s not what I meant. I was trying to say that it’s probably a combination of factors, but now that you mention it…”

“Damn, guess I have something to prove next time, then.”

“Next time? That’s a bold assumption.”

“My bad, I shouldn’t have taken making you cum twice as a good sign.”

You swatted at him, but he easily dodged you. “I mean if you really want to take credit for something that’s making me feel miserable, be my guest.”

He frowned. “I don’t. I’ll just keep the two orgasms on my roster. For now.”

In the distance, you heard the front door to the penthouse open and close and gave Minho a look. He took a step backward, putting space in between you just in time for Jisung to come in. Jisung handed you the bag of clean clothes and slung an arm around your waist as he turned his attention to his older brother. 

“Something up?” he asked, likely wondering why you were having a conversation with Minho. 

“No, I was just talking to her about the flight.”

“What about it?”

Minho glanced towards you, silently asking you to take the lead. 

“He wanted to know what seat you had, but I told him I didn’t know,” you lied. 

Funny how easy it was for you to lie these days, especially to your best friend who had always been able to see right through you. Jisung looked to Minho as if to confirm your claim and he nodded. 

“Yeah, I think I’m in the middle of you guys, and I was wondering if you wanted to switch.”

“Sure, I’ll switch with you,” Jisung agreed. 

“By the way, thanks for grabbing this, babe,” you said, changing the subject and kissing him on the cheek. You saw Minho stiffen out of the corner of your eye.

“No problem. Are we all packed?”

“Yep. We should probably check the bathroom to make sure we got all our stuff, but I grabbed everything from the bedroom.”

“I’ll go do that.”

You watched him leave and then glared at his brother. “Get it together.”

-

As it turned out, Minho did have the seat in between you and Jisung. He traded with Jisung, leaving his younger brother in the middle and himself in the aisle seat. You sat leaned up against the window, trying to nap. The flight from Shanghai to Beijing was only around two hours long, but seeing as you only got a few hours of sleep the night before you were taking any opportunity that you could to get a little more.

You were able to drift off a couple of times, but never for long. Your cramps were starting to bother you and the discomfort made it difficult to relax. Jisung and Minho both noticed your restlessness, though Jisung was the only one to say anything about it. 

“Do you want some painkillers now?” he asked. 

“Yes please,” you mumbled. 

He let you have a sip from his water bottle as you swallowed the pills. You smiled gratefully and slumped back in your seat, sighing in relief when he put his warm hand against your back. One of the many perks of having a best friend who ran hot was that he acted like a personal heating pad whenever you needed him to be. That was just one of the many reasons you held hands so often. He was like Jacob Black without the wolf part… or the weird obsession with your unborn child. 

“A little better?”

“Mhm, thank you.”

“‘Course, baby.”

He kept his hand there until the plane landed. 

Baggage claim was easy this time around. It helped that you didn’t have to go through customs. It felt like you were in a cab before you could blink, watching the airport disappear into the background through the window. 

Apparently, the Hans were tired of  “family time” because you all had your own separate rooms again. It was nice to have a bit of space to yourself, but you wondered how it was going to work with Minho… if it would work at all. He was sharing a room with Felix again, and it was right next door, meaning you wouldn’t be able to sneak off in the middle of the night. You were on your period anyway, so maybe it was for the best. 

You dropped your things off in the rooms and changed into your matching t-shirts before taking another cab to the bus station where you’d spend an hour driving to the Great Wall. It was a hassle to get there, but it had been the thing you were most looking forward to on the trip so you were hyped. 

Not even being sore or bleeding through your clothes or barely getting any sleep or being forced to wear matching shirts could dim your excitement. You were determined to enjoy it. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay doing all this walking?” Jisung asked as he trailed behind you up the steps to the main walkway. 

 “I’ll be fine,” you assured him. 

You were in fact, not fine. And Felix pointed that out not even ten minutes into the trek. You had started to hunch over as you walked in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from your abdomen. You had already been limping a little from the damage Minho had done, and you were positive the cramps were only making you look worse. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” 

“Perfect, why do you ask,” you answered sarcastically. 

“She’s not feeling the best,” Jisung supplied for you.

“I can see that. Should she go back to the hotel?”

Your best friend shook his head. “No, she was really looking forward to this.��

“I’m having a great time!” you tried, even though it was evident that neither of the twins were buying it. 

“Ok.”

When the sun began to set, Nikki insisted that everyone take a photo together so that she could update her book club friends about how the trip was going. She also mentioned wanting to send it to the boys’ grandparents. You assumed it’d be a family picture and offered to be the photographer, but she flagged down another random tourist to take it so that you could be in it with them.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she’d said, beckoning you over to the rest of the family. “You’ve been on this trip with us the whole time, of course you’re going to be in the picture!”

You shuffled awkwardly over to the group and slotted yourself in between Jisung and Felix, leaning against Jisung’s shoulder slightly. You smiled as the nice woman snapped a couple of pictures, praying you didn’t look as terrible as you felt. 

Jisung hung back with you while everyone else pushed forward. You were still walking along the wall, just at a slower pace than the rest. Somehow you were able to catch up with them a little later. They had stopped to take in the views of the mountains. Felix was trying to set up a shot with his Canon and called Jisung over to help, leaving you standing back with Minho. 

You hadn’t spoken to him much since the morning. There seemed to still be an unspoken agreement between you to keep your distance from each other around the others, which was perfectly fine by you. You were paranoid that spending any amount of time with him would lead to suspicion. He was on the same page. Somewhat. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked when you bent down beside him. 

You could tell he was worried from the way he knit his brows together as he watched you try not to crumble on the ground. 

“Everything hurts,” you groaned, holding your stomach. 

Minho grinned. “You know what helps with cramps?” 

“Don’t say it-”

“Cumming.”

-

It had only been roughly twenty-four hours since you slept with Minho for the first time, but as he kissed down the expanse of your thigh you felt as though it had been an eternity. 

You hadn’t realized Minho had his own hotel room where you were staying in Beijing- you had been under the impression that he was sharing the room with Felix that was right next door to yours. Maybe he had secretly booked his own for this exact reason as he had in Shanghai. You didn’t really care either way, as long as there wasn’t a chance of either of the twins barging in on you. 

In fact, Jisung and Felix were out together while you were here in Minho’s bed. Felix had seen an advert for some late-night martial arts exhibition and wanted to go because he and Jisung had taken karate when they were little. He’d said something about wanting to see how good they could’ve been if they never quit. You were quite fond of Felix’s sense of nostalgia. He reminded you of yourself a bit in that way. 

Jisung had protested at first, arguing that he needed to take care of you since you weren’t feeling well, but you insisted he go. You were just planning on taking some Midol and knocking out anyway, there wasn’t anything he needed to do. It took a lot of convincing on both your and Felix’s end, but eventually, he caved. You could tell he secretly wanted to go anyway, and you didn’t want him wasting a night of vacation stuck in a hotel room. 

You honestly hadn’t planned on going back to Minho’s room again. You’d brushed the silly little comment he’d made at the Great Wall off as just that, a silly little comment. You didn’t think he was being serious, but of course, Minho always had to prove you wrong. 

In the elevator, after you both bid his parents goodnight, you went to push the button for your own floor, only to be stopped by Minho grabbing your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“Going to my room?”

“Why?”

“To… sleep. What do you mean, ‘why’?”

He paused, looking a little embarrassed. “I just thought you’d come back with me to my room.”

“You were serious earlier?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I have been?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was just some offhand comment, not an invitation.”

“Well it’s an invitation now,” he said pointedly. “You said your cramps were bothering you and cumming is supposed to help with that.”

“When did you become an expert on female anatomy?”

“Do you know how hard it is not to make a joke in response to that statement?”

The elevator dinged on Minho’s floor and you sighed. 

“Let’s go.”

That led you to Minho’s bed, where you had your legs spread for him with him on his knees in front of you. His hand crept up to the hem of your shorts, fingers toying with the fabric before you stopped him. 

“Wait!” 

You pushed on his head to get his attention, making him pop up with a frown. “What is it?”

“You know I’m like, actually on my period, right? It’s not just cramps… I started bleeding and everything already.”

Minho scoffed. “I know.”

“So you… still want to? Don’t feel like you have to-”

“Y/n, what year do you think it is? You know I’m a grown-ass man, right?”

You fidgeted nervously. “No, I know. I just… don’t want you to be grossed out or anything.”

“Period sex isn’t gross,” he assured you. “Do you think it’s gross?”

“N-no, I’m just a little embarrassed, I guess. Like, I get that you’re being nice and trying to be a ‘modern man’, but what if it turns out you don’t like it but don’t want to tell me because you want to save my feelings-”

Minho grabbed your thighs, forcing you to stop rambling and actually look at him. “I’ve had period sex before. I can assure you that I like it. Have you?”

“Yes, well, no- I wasn’t the one on my period so not in that way…”

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he promised. “And if you’d rather not, then we don’t have to, obviously. I can just… rub your back or something to help with the cramps instead.”

The fact that he was so set on making you feel better made your chest ache. It wasn’t like he was trying to talk you into sex, just wanting to get his dick wet, he genuinely wanted to help. You couldn’t think about the implications of that for too long or else you’d spiral. You could tell he felt awkward suggesting something so domestic like rubbing your back, as if he wasn’t sure if he was overstepping by proposing it. 

“I want to,” you insisted. 

“Are you worried about it being messy? Is that what it is?” he asked. You nodded. “Why don’t we do it in the shower, then?”

“Okay,” you agreed and let him pull you up so that you were sitting. 

Then he kissed you, taking you by surprise. You were only frozen for a moment before you melted into the kiss too, letting him cradle your head as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered when he broke away. 

“You’re sure you want to?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I’m so horny.”

“I’d take that as a compliment, but I know it’s hormones.”

“You can still take it as a compliment. You’re a very good kisser.”

“Is that all I’m good at?” He quirked an eyebrow. 

“You’ll have to jog my memory.”

Minho helped you out of your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your underwear. He wasn’t in any rush to get you naked, allowing you to set a pace that you were comfortable with. 

“Want to move this to the bathroom?” he asked. 

“Yeah, let me just- uh, give me like three minutes to rinse off.”

“Okay,” he said, hiding a smile.

In the bathroom, you hurriedly pulled off your panties and unclipped your bra, setting both on the counter by the sink as you waited for the water to heat up. Once you deemed it warm enough you stepped into the tub and let the water run over your body, gently rinsing yourself with the bar of soap sitting on the ledge.

Minho knocked before he entered. You could hear him undressing from behind the shower curtain and suddenly started to feel self-conscious. It wasn’t like Minho hadn’t seen you naked before, you had literally just slept with him the night before- so why were you so anxious now?

He pulled back the curtain the tiniest bit to peek at you, to see if you were ready for him. You took a tiny step back to give him room and he took that as a sign to join you in the shower. The tub wasn’t the biggest in the world so you were practically squished together as you stood under the showerhead. The forced proximity was flustering you, and the steamy water was doing nothing to help the heat in your cheeks. 

If Minho noticed, he didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to kiss you. He pressed his lips to yours and pulled you close, wrapping both arms around your waist.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, moving one of his hands down to squeeze your ass. You could only moan in response. With an arm still around you he trailed kisses down your body until he reached your tits, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and humming around it. 

You arched your back, pushing your chest into his face.

“S-sensitive,” you whined. 

Minho chuckled against you, stimulating you even more and you gasped, bringing your hand to the back of his head to hold him in place. 

“I know,” he managed to get out with your boob still in his mouth. 

“Please, don’t tease.”

At your request, Minho released his hold on your ass and began giving attention to your clit instead. He used his thumb to rub slow circles on it and you could feel him smile when you shivered. He switched his mouth to your other breast as he continued to play with your clit, picking up the pace ever so subtly. 

Your insides were buzzing with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. He let you rock into his hand, chasing the feeling. He thought you were grinding against his hand, but in reality, you were trying to get him to move his fingers lower and lower until they were inside of you. Eventually, he picked up on this and gave in, but not without teasing you a little more. 

He slid two fingers into your cunt at once, but only up to the first knuckle before he was pulling them back out. He repeated the motion a couple of times, turning your knees to jelly. Thankfully, he was able to hold you upright with his free hand to keep you from falling to the shower floor. 

You whimpered and pushed your hips forward to try and get him to go deeper, but he just tsked at you and shook his head. 

“You could use your words, you know.”

“You know what I want,” you grumbled. 

“Do I?”

“I think you have a pretty good idea.”

“Yeah? And what is that?” You groaned and Minho retracted his hand fully, holding it out of reach. “Want to hear you say it, baby.”

“Want your fingers…”

“Where do you want them?”

“Inside of me. Please, Min.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, dick twitching noticeably against your thigh. 

Your answer had satisfied him, but you couldn’t stop talking now that you had started. You rambled even after he’d pushed his middle and ring fingers inside of you to the hilt. 

“Want you to stretch me out so I can take your cock… please, please, need it.”

“Is your mouth always this filthy?” he asked, though you weren’t sure if he actually wanted an answer. 

“Can’t help it,” you rasped out, fucking yourself on his hand now. “It just happens…”

“Happens when you feel good?” he finished the thought for you and you nodded. “Must be doing something right, then.”

“You’re doing everything right,” you moaned. 

Feeling full was one thing, and it was good, but then Minho found your g-spot and you nearly blacked out from how amazing it felt. To make it even better for you, he spun you around so that your back was to him and hugged you close. In that position, he could easily rub your clit at the same time he was fingering you. The only drawback was that you couldn’t see his face. It was a small price to pay in exchange for a mindblowing orgasm, one that you were positive he’d give you if he kept up at this rate. You leaned back against him, letting him support most of your weight.

“Close?” he asked, kissing your neck. 

You nodded, creeping closer and closer to the edge until you remembered something very important and tapped Minho’s arm to stop him. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You took a second to catch your breath but nodded to assure him before you were able to explain. “I just remembered that when I’m on my period I can only cum once because it hurts too much to cum again.”

“Okay, so do you want me to edge you or something? Make it last longer?”

“No, no, it’s just that if I’m going to cum I want it to be on your cock.”

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much for you?”

“I’m sure,” you repeated and kissed him for good measure. 

“Fuck, okay. Let me, um… let me grab a condom. I didn’t bring one in the bathroom with me.”

You watched as Minho stumbled out of the shower and back into the bedroom, dripping all over the floor. He was back in record time and had already rolled the condom on.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Positive. How do you want me?”

“Here, just lean forward a little bit and put your hands on the wall. I’ll do the rest.”

You positioned yourself as he’d instructed and relaxed as much as you could to make the stretch less uncomfortable. He wrapped an arm around you from the back and hoisted one of your thighs up so that he could push himself inside of you. You both sighed in relief when he bottomed out, and you let your forehead rest against the cool tile wall. 

“If you feel like you’re gonna fall, just hold on to me, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeaked. 

You could barely speak because he was so big and you had yet to adjust, but he just laughed fondly and began to thrust shallowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body practically went slack in Minho’s hold.

The extra lubrication helped you adjust quicker than last time, and the discomfort ebbed into pleasure soon after he’d started moving. 

“So full,” you muttered.

“Just like you wanted, right?”

“Mhm.”

Being so sensitive from your period brought you back to the edge in no time at all, and you were struggling not to cum immediately and end it for both of you, even though every nerve in your body was telling you to give in to the white-hot pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach. 

“You gonna cum?” Minho asked when he felt you clenching around him. 

“No, not yet,” you choked out. 

“What do you mean not yet? If you need to cum, cum.”

“Fuck you,” was all you could manage as your orgasm washed over you. Somehow his words had been what made you lose it. 

Minho fucked you through it despite his confusion and only pulled out when you stopped trembling. 

“What was that? Why were you cursing me out while I was making you cum?” 

“I d-didn’t want to cum yet because you weren’t close. Didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

He scoffed. “This wasn’t about me, it was about helping you feel better.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to make you feel good too.”

“You did make me feel good! Couldn’t you tell I was enjoying it?”

“But you didn’t finish.”

“Sex isn’t always about the orgasms,” Minho mused, “it’s about pleasure, sure, but that doesn’t mean we both have to cum every time. It puts a lot of unnecessary pressure on us, you know?”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

He held your face in his hands and lifted your head so that you were forced to look at him. “Hey, I felt good, okay? I liked it and I had fun. Are your cramps any better?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Feeling a lot better, actually.”

Minho beamed. “Good. That’s all I wanted to come out of this.”

“You’re still hard, though.”

He shrugged you off. “I’ll take care of it after we get you cleaned up.” 

“Let me,” you offered and kneeled in front of him. The tub wasn’t the most comfortable surface to kneel on, but you were determined to make Minho feel as good as he had made you feel. “Take the condom off.”

“Wha- you don’t have to-”

“I know, I want to.”

Minho looked like he wanted to protest more, but the pout you were giving him won over and he sighed in defeat. 

“Fine, as long as you’re sure.”

You nodded eagerly and licked your lips as he removed the condom and tossed it in the bin next to the toilet. You didn’t bother teasing him since he was already fully hard and being especially sweet. Instead, you immediately take him to the back of your throat, smiling internally when he curses and grabs your hair. 

“Shit!”

You hummed around his cock and took his balls in one of your hands, massaging them lightly, before you began to bob your head up and down. Each time your nose hit his pelvis he got a little louder, a little more desperate. You loved the effect you have on him and he could tell.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

You let his cock fall from your lips with a lopsided smile and ran your tongue along the underside of it, paying extra attention to the tip. You took him back in your mouth and laved your tongue over his slit, collecting the precum and using it to further lubricate the shaft of his cock. 

“God, you’re good at that,” Minho sighed, letting his head fall back. 

You replaced your mouth with your hands. Minho whimpered quietly at the loss, but you just grinned. 

“Want to fuck my mouth, baby?”

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut and his stomach muscles tensed at your words. You could barely open your mouth in time for him to cum all over your face, only some of it making it onto your tongue. You swallowed the little bit that did end up in your mouth. Minho gathered some of the remnants from your lips with his thumb and pushed the digit into your mouth, watching you suck it clean. The shower would take care of the rest.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Just the thought of that made me blow,” Minho apologized sheepishly.

“It’s okay. Another time.”

He gave you a half-hearted smile. “You’re too good to me.”

“I could say the same about you.”

He cleared his throat and changed the subject, dodging the emotional intimacy that he had initiated. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then to bed.”

He helped you wash your hair and was insistent on being the one to lather your body in soap, mentioning something about how you wouldn’t be able to do it as well since you were still in your post-nut haze. You decided not to point out that he was also in a post-nut haze because his hands felt too good on your boobs. 

You dried off and got redressed in relative silence, simply enjoying the company of each other which almost never happened. You knew it was late, but when you checked your phone you realized just how late it was. It was almost midnight and you had missed a text from Jisung. He’d only sent it a few minutes ago, but it still made your blood run cold.  

Where are you?

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[twstbookclub]

mc in epel & rook's fic is my spirit animal fr, love how you protray rook and epel

... could you write about pining (and desperate) vil? 👀

oh my god, thank you! i try my best thinking about how the guys would act whenever i write them, so seeing you say that... i'm just really happy right now ;; i also try really, really hard to make a unique mc for each fic. with how the boys are though, it's hard to try and put in an mc who's not a fighter in a way.

also!! thank you for giving me the chance to write for vil. i was a bit stuck on what i want for him, until you came along. when i think of vil being desperate and pining for someone, he'd be the type to find excuses to be with them lmao. just use his position as housewarden and his acting skills, and you got yourself a vil who can fool anyone into thinking he has no ulterior motives to be with the one he likes. well, except for rook. as a man who has the pride of a professional, he wouldn't let anyone know he's weak for them.

anyway, i hope you enjoy this! this was inspired by how much i want vil to do my makeup, and for all the times my friend did my makeup. i had so much fun writing this, hehe.

you have no idea how tempted i was to write vil as blatantly desperate and pining for the mc the entire time.

Of Makeup and Subtlety

Summary: You should've known that you'd have to follow Pomefiore's rules during your stay there. Although... does Vil really need to do your makeup? Why is it taking so long? POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa 🦋 Tags: Fluff, Romance, Makeup Session, Vil Schoenheit being Lowkey Touch-Starved and Desperate, Mention of a Sleeping Grim Word Count: 1,788

“Hold still,” Vil clicked his tongue, pressing the chub of your cheeks between his thumb and index finger. “You’re going to ruin all of my hard work if you don’t stop squirming.”

You grumbled and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You two have been sitting before the vanity mirror for hours. Yesterday, Vil insisted on doing your makeup for today, and the pity on Epel’s face said it all.

You decided to ignore the ominous smile that stretched across Rook's face—as if he knew something you didn’t.

You knew Vil long enough to know how much he took his beauty routine seriously. The man wouldn’t even budge when you told him about the possibility of being tardy to class. He needed to do his and your makeup, after all.

“Then, we wake up at dawn,” Vil said, looking at you with that determined fire in his eyes. “Come now, Prefect. While you’re under my care in Pomefiore, you have to look your best. I won’t let one smudge of lipstick stain our dorm’s reputation when it comes to beauty.”

That’s what he said. Now, you’re stuck awkwardly sitting in front of Vil as he held your face. Your chin rested on the web space between his thumb and index finger. The regal blond frowned and squeezed your cheeks once you scowled.

“Vil, it’s the ass crack of dawn. You woke me up earlier than expected, and you know I’m not a morning person.”

The sun laid dormant, the beginning of dawn as silent as the Pomefiore Dorm. No sane person would wake up at this hour, except for Vil apparently. The housewarden in question huffed, whether in amusement or exasperation was beyond you. His grip on you softened as he dabbed and slid the makeup sponge over your cheeks. Despite your grievances, it didn’t deter Vil at all. He kept applying the liquid foundation like a mother ignoring her child’s tantrum.

“I’ve told you beforehand, yet you refused to sleep early—” Vil shot you a deadpan look as he continued pressing the sponge on your skin— “Like I suggested.”

You shrunk in your seat, feeling small from Vil’s scolding. He sighed, blinking the annoyance away from his eyes. A calm, almost calculated, gleam took its place. He set the sponge aside with a pleased smile as his thumb caressed your cheek.

“I knew I bought the right shade for you.”

You owlishly blinked, brows raising high at Vil’s words. “When did you even find time to get the right shade?”

“Just yesterday.” Vil hummed, the pleased smile turning into a self-satisfied one. “Never underestimate my eyes. One look at you, and I could tell which shade and colors compliment your skin.”

You swore you felt Vil’s fingers tense on your jaw. Maybe it was because he had to keep your face still from all your talking. A defeated sigh escaped you as you slightly shook your head.

“Alright, alright. Can we please finish this already?” You grumbled, fidgeting in your seat. “I might get pins and needles if I stay like this any longer.”

Vil rolled his eyes and twisted the cap of the concealer open with a flourish. “One cannot rush beauty, Prefect.”

“Professor Crewel’s whip says otherwise.”

Vil’s hand never left your face the entire time. His breath ghosted over your skin every time he leaned close. The gentle stroke of the brush over your closed eyelids; the soft caresses on your cheek as Vil applied the blush; the occasional press of his thumb as he spreads the product on your skin—the blond was lost in his own concentration. Every time his thumb slid across your skin, his touch lingered as his eyes drank in your features. In your honest opinion, he was looking a bit too long for comfort. With either a brief nod or shake of his head, Vil would either add, lessen, or change something in your makeup.

Bottles of foundation, concealer, and creams lined the tabletop. Eyeshadow palettes and compact blushes were left open as he worked his magic. Vil’s pale hand was streaked with color swatches and mixed shades. The stains somehow looked beautiful on his skin, which was surreal. It should be illegal at this point. The sun began to peek over the earth, and streams of sunlight shone through the window of your room. A streak of light revealed a curled-up figure in the shadow of your bed canopy. Somehow, Grim slept through all of your conversations with Vil.

Half of you was jealous of Grim for being able to sleep longer. The other half, though? You’d rather not admit that Vil’s attention and touch felt nice. You’ll take that secret to the grave.

A heavy sigh shifted your focus from the sleeping furball to Vil, brows furrowed and lips pursed. His fingers held your face again, turning it this way and that. The senior must’ve seen something because he picked up the eyeshadow brush again.

“It looks like I missed a spot.” Vil squeezed your cheeks and looked down at you with taut lips. “Be a dear and close your eyes for me?”

“Okay,” you sighed, frustrated and impatient. You bit back any snappy remarks, knowing how much effort Vil put into making you look pretty. It’s been hours, morning has already broken, and he’s not done yet. You have to give him credit, though. Your makeup surprisingly doesn’t feel heavy, even after the excruciatingly long process of putting it on.

You closed your eyes with your hands on your lap. Shuffling reached your ears as Vil’s breath warmed your skin again. Is it because of how hot his breath is, or is it the flush of your cheeks?

The brush swept across one of your eyelids in gentle strokes before the steady press of Vil’s pinky replaced it. After what seemed longer than necessary, Vil finally switched to your other eyelid. The hand on your chin tilted your head upward, still feeling hot from his breath ghosting over your skin. Vil’s thumb caressed your cheek as he did, making your breath hitch at how close he is. Your heart jumped into your throat and, suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Vil told you as his hand left your face. You could hear the pop of a container being opened, then you felt him cup your jaw and tilt your head again. “Slightly open your mouth for me.”

You did as told, feeling something smooth and thick glide across your lips. Trembles wracked your body at how unbelievably close Vil was. The tips of his hair tickled your cheeks, and his breath felt warmer. The hand applying the lip gloss rested on your cheek. You hoped that he couldn't feel how hot your face was at the moment. You almost gnawed your lip if it weren’t for his tight yet comfortable grip on you.

“Smack your lips,” Vil’s stern tone echoed in your ears. You did as told again, biting your pursed lips to stop them from quivering. When your lips made an audible pop, you heard a pleased hum from the blond. Not a moment too soon, multiple sprays of water greeted your face. A setting spray, you remembered Vil calling that tiny bottle of water on the vanity table. Hands held your shoulders and turned you around. Your head spun a little when he said, “You can open your eyes now.”

The moment your eyes fluttered open, you saw a different person in the mirror. Gold glitter dusted your eyelids, framed by your long lashes courtesy of the mascara. The smokey eyeshadow and meticulously drawn eyeliner emphasized the color of your irises. Your blemish-free, dewy face looked back at you with full, glossy lips that parted in surprise. You could barely recognize yourself. Hell, will anyone know this was you when you walked out of Pomefiore?

“I…” You stopped yourself from touching your skin, afraid to wipe off Vil’s hard work. Your hands stayed on your lap as you continued looking in the mirror. Your eyes sparkled and your skin glowed as your room bathed in morning light. You’re not entirely sure if the sparkle was because of the light, but…

“I’m beautiful…”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Vil gaze at you with a smile and something soft, an indecipherable emotion, in his eyes. A whisper in the wind prevented you from pondering about the odd expression.

“You always are.”

Your eyes widened at his words. It seemed like Vil didn’t intend for you to hear it. Before you could speak, Vil gave your shoulders a squeeze and lifted you from the chair. His smile from earlier disappeared, replaced by a pleased and shit-eating grin. You bristled a little, knowing that he’s proud of your reaction and the fact that he was right to do your makeup.

This smug, gorgeous bastard.

“Off you go, Prefect,” Vil hummed, shooing you away from your own room. “Wake Epel up for me, would you? Our dorm’s self-care routine should be starting right now.”

“You already have Rook for that,” you sighed, but started heading towards the freshman’s room anyway. When you reached the door, you paused with your hand on the knob. You pensively bit the inside of your cheek, pride and common courtesy warring in your mind.

“Thank you,” you muttered, glancing at the Pomefiore housewarden over your shoulder, before you hurried out of the room with red ears and long strides.

Still and silent, Vil simply stood in front of the mirror. A smile graced his lips as his eyes softened, adoring and longing. A sigh slips past his lips as his heart slowed to a calm beat. He took the liquid foundation and peered at the manufacture date, the black ink stating its creation from a few months ago. The rest of the containers displayed the same month on their manufacture dates, hidden from plain sight.

“That was close,” Vil chuckled, gripping the bottle tighter, before he placed it back, “I can’t let the prefect know how much I pay attention to them, can I?”

His pride as a professional would be damned if you found out how fond he was of you. After all, it wasn’t easy to scour every shop and boutique for the perfect colors. Nothing less for the person Vil adored and longed for every second of the day.

A sleepy mewl snapped Vil out of his trance. With a sigh, the Queen’s visage returned to its stern beauty as he prepared himself for a grouchy, troublesome Grim. No one could ever know, and it would start with furiously brushing the cat’s fur to distract him from the makeup on the vanity table.

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[powderblueblood]

No.16: “if you don’t take care of yourself, then i will.” for Steve please

SENTENCE PROMPT TIME BABY

content warning: i don't actually know where this fits, but it feels a little conman!steve if you squint. there also might be a cum joke if you squint but i'm not sayin nothin for sure. mostly fluffy, a little sultry. hope you enjoy, nonny!

word count: 617

"One, two, cha-cha-cha, three, four, cha-cha-cha."

Steve's nose is nestled right behind your ear, his large palm resting right in the square of your back. He had descended on your place in a haze of low-voiced I wanted to see what you were up tos about an hour ago. You, for your part, had been elbow-deep in paperwork. Grad school won't apply for itself.

He took one look at your bloodshot eyes, bleary and half-closed from squinting at type and fixed you a Manhattan. Or as close as he could get to a Manhattan with your limited liquor supply-- which actually just ended up being an Old Fashioned, because who the hell keeps sweet vermouth on hand? But however he did it, however he shook it or stirred it, it was the best thing you'd let coat your tongue in ages.

Well. Since the last time you'd seen him.

The man knows a flavor profile.

One drink down, and you were sufficiently distracted enough from your pursuit of further learning that you let him convince you he could teach you how to dance. Despite your two left feet. Despite insisting you just have to finish one last thing. Despite not entirely understanding why he's here.

"Why are you here?" you murmur over his murmured instructions, feet only barely tripping over one another. You hadn't expected your voice to sound so sleepy.

You can feel his lips curl into a smile, right against your neck. A shock of warmth runs under your skin, so pronounced and pleasurable you swear he can feel it.

"To make sure you don't work too hard," he says, movements slowing to a sway. Good. That took a little less brainpower-- not that you had much to spare.

"'m not working hard enough, actually," you counter, eyelids drooping as his mouth presses ever closer to your skin. God, if he'd just pucker up, he'd be kissing you there, but Steve likes to linger. Likes to draw it out. Likes to make you ask.

"Bags under your eyes beg to differ."

"Hey--" you start, just as he reigns his neck back. You almost shiver from the absence of him. His gaze on you is heavy lidded, close and comfortable yet you crave him closer still.

"You are beautiful," he puts the point on, "but you are exhausted."

"I-- I am exhausted."

Steve runs his finger along your hairline; it's a gesture so intimate, given how little time you've known one another. Anyone else and you'd be wary, but he seems... genuine. An open book. No ulterior motive that you could possibly think of.

"And if you don't take care of yourself," he whispers, and before you know it, he's walking you backwards-- a languid step or two through your tiny apartment, towards your bedroom, "I will."

Nose to nose with him, you sigh. It's all you can manage, competing with the sensation of his hands on your hips, his breath warm on your mouth.

"Would you like that?" he asks, stopping against your doorframe. Steve's eyes have darkened some; he lobbies the ball into your court, so to speak. Say the word, and I'll go. Let you brew a pot of black coffee and get back to it.

He always gives you a chance to walk away.

You wonder why that is.

But he is, and you never thought this could be true of a person, irresistible.

Your hands, eager hands, rub over his shoulders. Your lips, eager lips, don't dare kiss him first. But God, you want to.

"Yes," you say, a whisper so high and fleeting that he'd miss it if he didn't catch it in his own mouth, "Yes, I'd like that."

#powder room talk #Anonymous #s. harrington by powder #blurbs #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #conman!steve x reader #possibly............

[geomimetry]

AL-AN’s colors

Alright so I’ve been trying to make understanding AL-AN’s colors as easy as possible for me, so I’ll start with color coding his lines in the fabricator base. I’ve decided to only use the final version of the game for this. The colors in Robin’s lines also indicate AL-AN’s color as she says them.

Before data transfer begins. Robin commences data transfer. AL-AN stretches. AL-AN: It has been some time since I last stretched out in so many dimensions. Like waking from a dream. AL-AN picks Robin up with his levitator arm. Robin: Whoa! Hey. AL-AN waves back. Robin: You’re really not in my head anymore? AL-AN: There are some remnants. (Pause.) Would you like your memories of me removed as well? Robin: Are you kidding? No way. You still owe me the end of your story. AL-AN: I told you I must return home. To assess. Repair. Make amends. Robin: Tell me more. AL-AN: When the bacteria escaped, it was my fault. I disobeyed the directive from my network. (Pause.) AL-AN stares off into space. Robin: Oh no... AL-AN turns green and teleports to the terminal. AL-AN: We noticed that a species of leviathan young produced an enzyme that is efficient against the bacteria. I thought if we incubated Sea Dragon eggs, we might expedite their hatching. I was not wrong... Robin: But... AL-AN: It would appear that Sea Dragon parents are stronger and more motivated than our facility was rated to handle. Robin: And the bacteria got out, infecting everything. How many survived the outbreak, back home? Are they still waiting for someone to bring back a cure? AL-AN: I do not know. Robin: Can I help? AL-AN: The fact that I withheld this information does not concern you? Robin: It was certainly manipulative. But I’ve also made my own share of mistakes. I’m still committed to helping. AL-AN: I accept your help. Find me at the Gate when you are ready. In te meantime, I must prepare.

The colors used are as follows: Purple Cool pink Green Warm pink with hints of orange Blue Saturated neutral to warm pink Orange

I'll get into what I think the colors mean in a second, but first let me preface it by saying that I could have gotten some of the colors wrong as the lighting conditions change in the scene. I also want to mention that I don't think the emotion behind a color varies from Architect to Architect. They seem to value efficiency, so having to learn the color-emotion combinations of each Architect would not be ideal. Therefore, I think this color chart applies not only to AL-AN, but to every Architect.

Purple seems to be a sort of stand-by color, as well as a color between some of the color shifts (not apparent in my color coding above). It could possibly mean there is no consciousness currently inhabiting the vessel. The in between shifts of purple could just be a product of two colors blending together as they shift from one to the other.

Cool pink seems to be a neutral color. AL-AN is not feeling any specific emotion strongly enough for it to show. It is possible that AL-AN could suppress his feelings somewhat, resulting in this neutral color.

Green seems to signify a heavier processing load and analytical thinking. He turns green as he mentions the need to assess the state of his homeworld. He turns green when he notices or remembers the terminal and what his next step for now is. What's perplexing is that he turns green when stretching too, but this could be explained by the fact that AL-AN is getting reacquainted with an Architect vessel after having been in storage and in Robin's mind for a long time. He is also waking up the facility from what seems to be a low power mode as well as powering on the robotic arms. I believe this would need some processing power. Furthermore, it does make sense that Architects would predominantly use green in their work in this case as they seem to value information and knowledge.

Warm pink with hints of orange gives me the impression of fondness and companionship. He turns this color when first looking at and interacting with Robin in his new body, before the weight of his past mistakes crashes into him again as he tells her his story.

Blue looks to me like joy or possibly amusement. He turns this color when waving back and when Robin speaks to him. He could be happy just for that, or perhaps because he is happy he is no longer limited to her cerebral cortex and can now start making real progress in returning to his home and making amends.

Saturated pink could mean embarrassment. It makes sense when applied to the part where he talks about the accident being his fault. The embarrassment he feels after waving back and hearing Robin ask if he's really not in her head anymore could be because he does not know what the gesture means, that he's a bit embarrassed by the awed reaction from Robin, because there is a bit of an awkward silence at that moment, or because of the fond and joyful feelings he's having at the moment. And then he's only feeling embarrassment as he talks about what he thought was his foolproof solution regarding the incubation of the Sea Dragon eggs. He remains embarrassed from there on out—for not knowing the extent of the damage he caused back home, for withholding crucial information about him. It could be a reason for wanting some space from Robin, telling her to meet him at the Gate when she's ready. Though perhaps he simply needs time to prepare or is only giving Robin time to prepare and his suggestion is unrelated to his embarrassment.

Orange seems like anger. He turns orange after admitting that he disobeyed the directive from his network, which he is probably angry with himself for. Orange shows up only once in this entire scene for a very brief amount of time, and I feel it makes sense in case it does signify anger, as AL-AN does not come across as someone who is easy to anger.

This is how I interpreted his colors anyhow. Some emotions we didn't get to see being represented by a color, like sadness, grief, fear, and love, or perhaps I am simply wrong in my assessment. It's possible these emotions have their own colors, but will need to exist outside of canon.

TL;DR Purple — Stand-by. No consciousness inhabiting the vessel. Cool pink — Neutral. Green — Processing. Analyzing. Warm pink with hints of orange — Fondness. Companionship. Blue — Joy. Amusement. Saturated neutral to warm pink — Embarrassment. Orange — Anger.

#this took some TIME #but i feel like i have a better understanding of alans colors now #i love this giant mood ring of an alien #subnautica #subnautica below zero #al-an

[dakotalun]

More Than Friends | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: You and Eddie have been "friends" for a while, but you can't help but notice something off between the two of you lately.

warnings: little bit of dom!eddie, but mostly fluff, kissing

word count: 986

a/n: SO SO SO sorry I haven't posted in forever, I've been swamped with school and applying to college and shit. And I also just haven't had the motivation to write but it's coming back and I'm gonna start writing and posting more often now. (let's hope)

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

He takes a step closer, he has a few inches on you but you don’t look intimidated no matter how far up you have to look at him. He takes another step, slowly closing the gap between you two.  You’re about a foot apart now, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“So you’re telling me you feel nothing right now?” He asks with a smirk.

“Yup I feel absolutely nothing right now,” You say crossing your arms and looking up at him. 

It’s not a total lie you’re are standing in the middle of an empty parking lot, while it’s fucking snowing. You don’t deal with the cold well so you’re currently freezing your ass off, even while wearing 3 layers. He continues to get closer to you, coming impossibly closer. You can smell his cologne on him. It's  a nice smell, almost comforting in a way, but you don’t let yourself get distracted by it.

“We’re more than friends and I think you know that,” he starts to lean closer. 

You don’t know what to do because yes he’s right, you are more than friends but ever since Eddie started living by a “only fuck once” rule, you can’t do what you know he’s thinking of doing and what your body is craving.

You try to step away from him but bump into his van behind you. He takes that last step towards you and puts his hand on the side of the van right next to your head, then he moves his other hand to your waist and pulls you flush to him. You’re completely trapped now, no way of escaping. He knows that this is a weakness of yours, anytime someone pins you against something or pulls you into them you just fucking melt. 

That’s what makes this so hard, he just knows you too well. You’re too close, it could never work between you two. You almost just want to stay there forever, in his warmth, wrapped in his arms. The mixed smell of his cologne and weed was even more powerful now that he was this close. He brings his other hand down from the car and puts it on your fiery red cheek, his hands are warmer than you’d thought they’d be.

He leans down towards your face, his breath is minty with a hint of cinnamon from the fireball he had been drinking earlier. You stare deeply into his brown eyes, they are darker than normal in this lighting, but still very enticing. Without even saying a word, with a single look he traps you there, in this single moment with him. There’s really no escape now.

“Like I told you before. This,” You motion to the space between you and put your hand on his chest, “can’t happen, and you know that. You were the one who waited forever to tell me your feelings, and now here we are,” You look around at the empty lot 30 minute away from town, “in this parking lot at 3 am with your arm around my waist and hand on my cheek staring into my eyes with that stupid look on your face. Thinking that kissing me will make me fall for you.” 

If you’re being completely honest it might, you’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since sophomore year of high school but you being one of the “popular kids” meant that talking to Eddie “the freak” Munson was out of the question. Even if you had the chance to, you were too awkward to try it, talking to him would have not only been the worst decision of your life but also the most devastating because even having 4 classes together he still barely knew your name.

You look into his eyes and notice that his gaze is more focused on your lips but you don’t stop him from looking. You even stare at his for a second.  Before you knew it he pulls you up onto your toes, kissing you deeply, derailing your mind from the dangerous thoughts and pulling you into ones filled with this feeling. This was not what I thought was going to happen tonight. 

You close your eyes and embrace the moment, his lips are warm and enticing as you kiss him back. You can feel his tongue press against your lips wanting entry and you allow it. This man does more than talking with his tongue and it shows. As he fights your tongue with his you try to gain dominance over him but lose quickly, you’re not strong enough to over power him. And he knows it.

He pushes you up against the car again and brings his hand from your cheek to your throat, he gently tightens his grip around it making you moan into the kiss. Shit he found out one of our weaknesses, good going, you think to yourself while a smirk forms on his lips. You bring your arms around his neck and run a hand through his dark hair and pull on it when he tightens his grip around your throat, and to your surprise he groans and ruts his hips forward at the action. Yes, I found his weakness, now we’re on an even playing field. 

He drags his hand further down your waist until it snakes around and grabs your ass, causing you to yelp a little. He pulls away from you, “Oh sweetheart calm down we’re just getting started.”

He winks at you at the end of his sentence and you melt. He pulls away from you completely, the snow and cold hitting you like a violent tornado. He opens the passenger side door and gestures for you to get in, sending you that bright, shit eating grin he always adorns. You roll your eyes at him before hopping into the van, waiting for Eddie’s next move.

#eddie stranger things #munson #eddie munson #eddie my love #eddie my beloved #female reader #oneshot #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie fucking munson

[aquanova99]

Haunted (Cato x Reader)

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A/N: I have been writing like a word a day I am struggling to find happiness and motivation in writing so I apologize for any delay. Hope everyone is doing okay out there!

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Y/n’s POV

The subtle shift immediately caused your eyes to spring open. You stayed frozen, hoping he you still needed to actually wake up. That this was all a dream of some kind and you hadn’t actually had the nerve to trap Cato by falling asleep on him.

Yeah, right. Life has never been that kind to you. You slowly unglue yourself from his shoulder and take even longer to face him. Before the apology leaves your lips, Cato interrupts.

“Did you sleep okay?”

The question takes you by surprise. The genuine concern in his voice makes it hard to discern whether or not he is upset at your clear disregard for boundaries. “I’m sorry… I didn’t think I was that tired. You were probably uncomfortable.”

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve slept that good since before the games.”

“Me either.” The realization finally hits you. This is the second time you’ve felt safe enough to let your guard down. You wondered if it was simply because your body knew there was someone else next to you. Part of you wondering, if it only applied to Cato. No. Things were complicated enough as it is. You look up again to find him intently staring and realize he seems to waiting for a reaction.

“I should go meet Katniss.”

You don’t wait for a response and dash up the stairs into your room. You begin regretting not taking one of the rooms on the first floor. You figured you’d be able to hear if anything stormed in. Give you more time to escape. Your brothers had tried to convince you everything was alright, to take the larger room. You almost had another episode when they decided to split the room. You shouldn’t have been such a coward. Now, you realized, you had to walk past almost every room. And that simply, was not an option. You’d probably woken everyone up. Your face felt warm at the thought of anyone seeing you and Cato in the living room. You threw the window open and hoped the cool air would help you figure out how to breathe again. You debated figuring out how to climb down to the first floor before deciding to get through this as quickly as you could.

You change as quickly as you can and do your best to pretend your heart isn’t racing a million miles a minute. The usually long hallway seemed to stretch even farther than normal. You walked and pretended you didn’t notice Cato and Enobaria in the kitchen. Pretended you didn’t hear their voices go silent as your footsteps approached. Pretended you didn’t see Cato and Enobaria stare as you walked by. Pretended as if their gazes didn’t burn through your facade as you hurried to get out of the house.

You had slept enough to know Katniss would be in the woods by now. You tracked her easily enough, and was glad to see Madge there as well. You didn’t want to talk about Cato’s plan you had decided to follow through on. You had debated it since you saw her and Gale, but really the less people knew the better. Than again, you told her about your act for Peeta…No. Even if she figured out it was an act, and she likely would, it was better you kept her out of the loop in case Snow decided to press for answers. More believable.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep in.”

“Sorry? You haven’t slept in in more than a month at this point. I’d say she earned it, wouldn’t you Katniss?”

“She’s right.” Katniss grumbled, “How did you manage to finally sleep?”

Start planting the seeds, Y/n. “I decided to watch some cheesy capitol movies with…one of the victors. And I fell asleep on the couch.”

Katniss stared for a moment but shrugged. Neither of the girls pressed further. Thank God. You knew Katniss caught the pause in your response. She knew if you didn’t say anything it was because it was not meant to be shared with anyone else, even Gale. Damn. If you needed anyone to support your fake relationship it was Gale. He was popular enough at school people would agree with whatever he said, and you could only assume his character extended to the people he worked with in the mines. You knew this was easier said than done. Gale was no fan of showing any kind of performance for the Capitol, and he’d be less likely to support anything with a career. You had to convince Katniss what you were doing was real, or real enough so she could convince him to play nice for the cameras.

After collecting some strawberries with Madge while Katniss shot some wild turkeys it was time to head back. Checking any snares on the way back. A few rabbits to add to the pile. This would be a good haul for Katniss and Gale’s families. Madge split off first, paying Katniss for the strawberries, though she was met with some resistance.

“You picked those yourself Madge.”

“Its for being protection out there. I don’t plan on going out there by myself.” She pressed the money into her hands and walked off before Katniss could argue farther.

“She makes a good point.” You offer

“It feels like I haven’t earned it.”

“Believe me you earned it.” Katniss’s lips twitched ever so slightly, the closest you usually get to a smile. “Going to trade the turkeys?”

She nodded and the two of you headed towards the hob. Stopping to drop the two rabbits off at Hazels, and one at her own home. You let her do her usual trading done, while you eat buy you both some food from Greasy Sae.

“So where are you hiding your mentor?”

“You brought Cato here?”

You smile at the older woman, “I did, he said it was some of the best food he’s ever tasted. He’ll be so upset I didn’t bring him.”

You wink at Sae and she chuckles before going back to her business, Katniss is analyzing your words. Unsure of what to make of everything, you’re sure. She doesn’t ask any other questions and you start to worry about whether she would say anything else. You both eat in silence, only thanking Greasy Sae when you both finish.

“Are you going to see your mom today?”

“Sure.” Thank god, you think. Katniss waits for the two of you to be completely alone in front of your house before she speaks.

“Do I need to know something?”

“What? Why?”

“You brought a career into the hob? They aren’t welcome there.”

“It was just Cato. And they all seemed fine with him there. Relax.”

“Y/n. He’s still a career. People are going to talk.” That’s the point. They need to keep talking. Not only to sell the act you’re about to perform this next year but to start changing how they see the careers. Something besides from vicious killers and nothing more.

“Talk about what? Cato is a friend. I showed him somewhere he was curious about”

“Right. Which victor was with you when you decided to watch a movie?”

“What’s your point, Katniss?”

“You two are just…close.”

“Yeah we’re both responsible for 23 kids not being able to come back home.” You didn’t intend for the words to come out so harshly. You can tell Katniss recoils at the words, “Its not like hunting animals. Nothing like it at all. I still cant stop thinking about…everything. And its just easier to have someone who understands it. Have you and Gale ever talked about it?”

“…No.” And just like that, you know you’ve at least gotten your point across. “I never thought it would be the same.”

“I know. Gale did. And I get the thought process, but the aftermath… anyways. How is he doing with his new job?”

“Okay I guess. I don’t think it would be easy to go down there.”

“Yeah I couldn’t either.”

“Are you going to come hunting on Sunday?”

“Isn’t Sundays a you and Gale thing?”

Her cheeks go red. “It would be fine.”

It would clearly not be fine. “Just this one Sunday? And then I don’t have to again right?”

“It might have gotten better.” She offered

“I don’t want to find out.”

“Then it can just be this one Sunday.”

You smile at her as she stands to go back home. You hesitate to enter your old home but you need to find out exactly what Mallory and Amal talked to them about. You force yourself to take a deep breath and knock on the door. The door flies open, almost taking out your mother as it swings back.

“Finally. You need to tell us exactly what’s going on.”

You told them nothing. The visit started out fine enough. Your brothers had been relatively quiet. Saying the victors had been called to teach you how to do interviews for the victory tour, which was true, and so that you would know what to expect from the capitol, also true. But your brothers had left too much out, your mother knew there was more you were hiding from her. She had no idea about the sponsors. You felt yourself relax. You assured her that was all they were here for. Your father sat staring daggers at you, probably sure you were lying and not as willing as your mother had been to accept your reassurances. Then everything became blurry. Your mother went from curious to irritated at not being able to get it together before they came here. Not showing a good image of a proper victor. She started yelling about falling asleep next to Cato when he had been sick. Started wondering about how I was suddenly fixed. Then the yelling became a little more noticeable when she got in front of your glazed over eyes. You blinked and heard your father complaining about you were conveniently choosing to not be present in important family matters. You glanced at the old clock hanging on the wall, and decided it had been a long enough day and stood up to leave.

You could hear the sounds coming from their mouths, but the noises didn’t register as anything in your brain. You walked numbly back home. Still not quite able to hear anything as you walked back in your house. You half recognized someone calling your name from the kitchen. You kept walking to your room, you saw Cato’s head turn back to look at you as you passed the living room. You continued walking. You were barely at the top of the steps before you felt someone grab your arm. Mallory is trying to say something to you, you think. Your thoughts, while still foggy, begin to react to your senses. You look at your hand for too long. You know you’re blinking too slowly, but your body does not seem to be in your control. The words ‘I’m fine,’ sound foreign coming out of your mouth. The only thing that feels natural is pulling your hand away and entering your room.

You don’t make it to your bed. You collapse a few feet in. At least your body seemed to know to at least make it the soft rug. You allow your body to sink into the floor, slowly, so slowly turning to the side. You bring your knees into your chest, and look straight ahead. Trying to find anything to ground you.

You left the window open…You took deep breaths by the window earlier…Did that work? It feels like ages ago…You force yourself back onto your hands and knees. Then focus on being able to kneel. One leg at a time…Why was this so much work?

You make it to the window eventually. The air offers some relief. You cant keeping blacking out like this. What if you zone out during the victory tour? The thought turns your stomach into knots, but its enough to somewhat snap you out of whatever fog had enveloped you this morning. When you open the door you find Cato sitting on the ground, maybe keeping watch. Guilt runs over you for worrying everyone. For not being able to hide it. He offers a half smile and you feign one back, pointing your head towards the direction of the stairs, silently asking him to follow you. He doesn’t hesitate to stand up and follow. The house feels empty… You open the door to your house and sit on the steps, you need to be outside. Realistically, you need to be out in the woods, but you cant…not yet.

“How bad was it?” You ask when he sits next to you

“Not great…” he admits, “Your brother looked pissed, he left right after you locked yourself in your room. Everyone else is with Haymitch.”

“They’re worried I’ll mess everything up during the tour.”

“Yeah.” You appreciated his honesty, it made it easier to not dance around the subject. He wouldn’t offer up most of his thoughts, but he didn’t hide them when asked. Made it easier to figure out how much you needed to work on.

“Do you think I can do this?”

“Yes.”

“Honestly?”

“Yes. You were scared before your interviews when you started the games, right? When you’re going through it, it’ll be different.”

It has to be, you think. You know he’s right. You weren’t fighting right now. You were what? Surviving? No, more like running, or hiding. Avoiding the scary things. When you couldn’t run, couldn’t hide…would you be able to pull it off? You had to.

“What did I miss today?”

His face twists ever so slightly, “I don’t think today is a good day to talk about it.”

“I cant avoid this forever. I have less than five months.”

“Effie sent tapes, and…cards. They wanted to work on the speeches you’ll give on tour.” You stop breathing. Trying to find words to say. Trying to find any response other than the words that are threatening to come out once again, I cant. But you have to, another voice says. You force your lungs to take another breath, when you are back to as normal as you can get, he continues, “Theres a generic speech Effie has prepared for most of the tributes. But for…some of them you may want to make a separate speech.”

He means Rue and Thresh… and Peeta. You think about some of the other tributes, then realize the rest of Panem only saw you responsible for their deaths. Not the training center, or discussing possible alliances. That was your weight to carry, no one else’s.

“Y/n?”

“Lets go see Haymitch. I have some memorizing to do.” You can tell he wants to protest, maybe suggest waiting one more day. Still, he ends up nodding and when he stands offers to help you up. You take his hand for the split second it takes to stand up, and try not to think about how you wished he would hold it the entirety of the short walk over.

The house is silent when you walk in. You’re still surprised how thoroughly Brutus has gone through this place. They all tentatively meet you at the entryway. Haymitch looks you over for a couple seconds before putting his arm on your shoulder and nods his head, you nod your head a few times to tell him you’re fine. He pats your shoulder and you follow him into his own living area.

“So, I hear you guys have the speech I need to memorize.” You say when you sit down

“We can start tomorrow.” Enobaria says

“No. Time is running out, and we still have to worry about making the people here believe there is something happening between me and Cato. I don’t have anytime to waste. I need to be able to at least do this speech in my sleep.”

Haymitch again stares for a little and then hands you the cards. Overall, it shouldn’t be too difficult. But you know you’re going to have something prepared for District 11 and 12. That could wait. Effie spared no expense of praise for the Capitol. Panem today, Panem tomorrow, Panem forever…ugh. Well, at least this would help convince Snow you wanted to play along with whatever he wanted you to do. To a point, anyway.

“Okay, I’ll go memorize this now. Anything else?”

“We need to get you two out more. Start building up the romance. So maybe we can go out as a group. A tour, maybe somewhere with music…start there.” Cashmere states

Music? In 12? It would have to be in the square, there’s simply not enough time to dance around like the Capitol parties. But maybe in the better part of 12, they sometimes had people bring out flutes, fiddles, stuff like that. No those are for holidays, and we wouldnt have another one of those for a few months. Then there was the hob. But techincally those get togethers are very much against the rules, not like most peacekeepers care too much around here. But that many victors could draw unwanted attention. You would have to find the right time, figure out how to ask without raising suspicion. If you or Haymitch asked, your ruse would go up in flames immediately. You think of Madge, she could know, but again, you cant ask her. Katniss though…she could figure out how to ask the question. Our brothers were out of the question, Amal was the worst liar, and Mallory was terrible at keeping anything from him. Though, like Katniss, he would probably figure it out too.

“Got it,” you say, “I’ll figure out how to get us out in the public eye here. I’ll be back soon.”

“And just where the hell are you going?”

“Brutus, relax.” Enobaria tries

“We’ve already wasted a whole day. This is going to end badly for all of us.”

“I need to figure out how to set up times for us to get seen together, and I cant just go out and ask. It would be obvious. I need to figure out who to ask and how to do it without anyone knowing about our plans. My family cant know anymore. Mallory will figure it out on his own. Later. He needs to believe this as much as Snow does. I’ll be back.”

Whatever courage you had diminished the second you exited the house. The sun was beginning to set, and you needed to get your plan in motion. You walked as fast as you could without attracting any attention. Knocking entirely too loudly.

Katniss opened the door and immediately sits in front of the door closing it as quietly as she can to avoid her family listening in. You both whisper as quietly as you can regardless.

“You know if Peeta had made it out, I wouldn’t have to worry about visiting any sponsors.” Katniss squints her eyes analyzing every word, “I mean I could have played along with the whole romance act. The capitol would never split up a couple by asking favors of them.”

“Interesting.” She nods, fully taking in what you’re telling her.

“Anyway, I really want to take the victors to hear some music. I just don’t know who to ask…”

“Madge maybe. Or she would know how to find out.”

“Yeah. I don’t know her like that though.” She takes a deep breath. Hating what I was asking of her.

“Okay. Hey, I think I am going to her house tomorrow to try and learn piano. You’re probably busy, right?”

“Yeah. I wanted to hear her play again too.” Katniss chuckles at your sarcasm

“I have to make sure Prim eats. I’ll see you in a few days?”

“Sounds good.” You squeeze her hand in a thank you and she nods before heading back inside. Your stomach growls at the reminder that you haven’t eaten since this morning. You trudge back, still ashamed of your inability to handle the tiniest stressors. Your parents yelling wasn’t new, but you had never been unable to defend yourself. It was as if being in the games had made everything feel so much worse, more…intense. Made you weak. And you no longer had the energy to deal with it. Brutus was right. It wasn’t just my life anymore. Cato, Haymitch, and the others…they could all suffer because of me.

At some point your brothers ran up behind you. You must nave been moving slower than you thought.

“Did you eat yet?” You ask them

“No. You?’ Mallory replies

“Nope. Anything you guys in the mood for?”

“Anything works.” Mallory replies, Amal is quiet and you can only imagine the conversations they inserted themselves into at home. “We can make something this time.”

“I don’t mind—” you start

“I want to make something.” Amal interrupts.

“Okay.” After a few moments of silence you start again, “I’m sorry if I freaked you guys out. “

“Its fine, It wasn’t as bad this time.” Amal says, Mallory nudges him probably trying to not worry you again. It goes over his head, “What?”

You chuckle, you wish the older of the two would be as honest as Amal. It helped you remember to not take things so seriously, “Good. I’ll try and get the time down to a few minutes.”

They both smile and they begin to talk about how much they have learned from the other victors. You are glad they are enjoying the company until Mallory mentions wanting to ask Brutus about tips. Just in case he gets reaped he says. You know its likely they get called, its happened before, family members from victors who had become capitol favorites. With all the commotion you caused. You realize its likely your brothers had a high chance of going in. The upcoming quell… your brother wasn’t an idiot. Its been theorized the Capitol has rigged certain reapings, Haymitch has no one left, but you? It may not be the worst idea. And you certainly couldn’t help him. You would worry too much, in fact the conversation turns your stomach to lead. Suddenly, food held no interest to you. Still, you have to be rational. Cato’s advice saved your life, if Mallory is put in this position… Brutus might save his.

“I think Brutus might appreciate the distraction, if he won’t Cashmere will.” You keep your voice even, but your heart feels like its shattering at the thought of having to become a mentor. Playing along with the sponsors may not be such a bad idea. If it keeps Mallory out of the games. That’s what they said Finnick does, right? You would have to talk to Cato again. You knew if you told either sibling they would tell you to not go back on the original plan. Which is probably why he’s is preparing to go in. So many people willing to put themselves in harms way when you could just play along. You’re from 12, after all maybe in a few years time they would all but forget you.

When you enter your home you’re almost overwhelmed by the smells coming from the kitchen. Amal and Mallory run in ready to help. Enobaria greets them, and they continue talking. Most of it goes in one ear and out the other. You smile to greet Enobaria and Cashmere, but when you meet Cato’s eyes you know he can tell somethings up. He points his head toward the living room and you nod and sneak away. He meets you on the couch, bringing some water and a plate of fruit.

“What happened?” He asks immediately. He sits next to you, which was better because you didn’t want anyone to hear.

“Mallory. I’m so stupid, Cato. If we do this…he’s going to get reaped. I know it. I was right before, I volunteered for nothing. If I had just eaten the stupid berries before Peeta could say anything. They’d be safe. I’ve ruined everything… I—”

Cato brings you into him and you decide you don’t care if its for pity or what. You allow him to comfort you. No tears come just a general sense of hopelessness.

“We’ll figure it out,” he breaks okay and fand positions himself to look at you, “We’ll figure it out, okay? I promise.”

You nod. He tries to hand you the glass of water but your hands are shaking. He holds one hand to help you drink and when you finish puts the plate on your lap. You notice he gives you some space, and you find yourself hating it. You manage to force a few pieces of fruit down when the rest of the house comes in.

“There you two are!” Cashmere floats down and hands you another plate, you smile and try and eat as much as you can stomach. Enobaria asks about the upcoming school year, who the younger ones talk to, their favorite things to do. They both answer, and ask their own questions in return. I’m grateful for the distraction and by the end of the night you find yourself smiling, you find out Amal has been picking things up from Prim. Wants to figure out how to be a doctor, Mallory isn’t exactly sure as he thinks he will just work in the mine. Cashmere pushes and he tells them about drawing when he is bored but nothing else really coming to mind. Both of the female victors encourage them, saying that with your help anything is possible now. You encourage them too after a while, you've realized most people accept what they were born into in 12. The bright side of being a victor is you could give them a chance. A real chance. If you don’t get them killed first.

Cato helps Cashmere collect everything. You know he is likely telling her exactly what is concerning you. You hate going back and forth on this. Making things even harder. Everyone eventually disperses, you try to relax with a bath but you decide its not working and just clean up quickly. After pacing around for a bit you decide to go back down. You sit on the living room and turn on the tv, hoping something will put you to sleep.

Why isn’t it working? You’re staring at the screen for over an hour when you hear footsteps coming down. You don’t move, you know who is coming to join you.

“Cant sleep?”

“Nope.” You smile up at him, “Care to join me?”

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not. I enjoy the company.” You wonder if you’ve been so closed off for him to still think you dislike him. Maybe he actually wants you to leave. He always seems surprised when you seem to want his company at all. Then again, you’ve been going back and forth on the plan you agreed with since the beginning, why wouldn’t he think you don’t want him around.

“What are you watching?” He asks as he sits on the seat adjacent to yours, you try not to let your face show your disappointment

“A movie from the capitol, the acting is pretty bad so its no wonder they believe whatever the tributes sell to them. Its almost done I think, do you want to pick something?” He shakes his head and you flip through until you find another movie you don’t care to watch. You tell yourself its background noise, and after a while your eye lids get heavy.

Images of the cornucopia appear, drops of water dripping onto the makeshift cave you hid in with Peeta, the snares you’d so carefully hidden in the underbrush, the buzz of the tracker jacker nests, Glimmer’s…screams…? Suddenly you’re running, you think you hear her scream for help when the swarm of tracker jackers descend upon you. You’re on the floor and Glimmer’s disfigured body is facing you, her eyes glazed over yet full of hate and blame. Her lips release a raspy voice not belonging to anyone in particular, no it wasn’t her voice… it was multiple voices. They all hiss together in a bone chilling, raspy harmony…

You…

Did…

This…

To ussss…

Your body shoots up and you’re unsure if that last scream was another part of your dream or your own voice. You violently pat your body to check for the stings of the of tracker jackers. Only when you’re sure nothing has happened do you allow yourself to check your surroundings of the room. There is still a dull murmur coming from the tv and you curse yourself for thinking it would be an easy solution to aide in your sleep. Whatever happened last night…it didn’t matter. It was a mistake. The clock is ticking…only a little past one in the morning. You look over at Cato’s chair, he isn’t faring much better. He had tried to get comfortable but his position was anything but. He is mumbling something under his breath, his eyes are squeezed tight and his hands appear to be clutching the hair by his ears, effectively covering them. If it didn’t look like he was about to crush his own skull you might have left him alone. That would be what he would tell you to do, to leave him. Well. You’ve never been the best at following directions.

You put your hand on his. The one closest to you. His body freezes, you wait a few seconds to allow him to figure out where he is and, as delicately as you can, you pull one of his hands away from his. You focus on his breathing, short and shallow. You pat the hand you’re holding when you bring a good enough distance away from his face and go into the kitchen to get him a cup of water. When you come back he still seems somewhat disoriented, aside from his hands he hasn’t moved. You push the water into his hand until he takes it. He blinks slowly, and takes a few sips. You carefully take the cup back and place it on the table, not moving from your spot on the ground.

“Did I wake you?” He asks after a few beats of silence,  and you quickly shake your head

“I woke up from a dream of my own actually.” He nods and slumps to the floor next to you, you notice he begins fidgeting with the small beaded bracelet you had gotten him, and wonder if whatever he was dreaming about continues to haunt him. You can only hope he says anything to drown out that disturbing cadence of whispers echoing in your mind.

“Do you want me to keep watch again? I don’t think I want to sleep right now.” He asks quietly

And I do? The thought makes you smile but you just shake your head at his proposal, “I don’t think I can either. How bad is our schedule tomorrow?”

“They probably have more debriefing, the interview tapes have come in.”

“Great.” You scoff, “I guess we have no choice but to try and sleep again.”

Glimmers disfigured face pops back into your head and you shudder, not in any way excited to see who you’ll see when you close your eyes. Cato stands and turns the tv back on. He offers a sad smile and holds his hand out. You take it knowing full well what his plan is. The tv goes back on and you sit next to each other this time, both trying to focus to blur any remaining memories of your nightmares. The next time you succumb to your fatigue the nightmares stay away. And just like that you both silently agree to continue the process. Both finding excuses from then on to come downstairs and turn the stupid tv on. One of you always waking up before the other and sneaking back into your room to get ready before the rest of the house woke up. By Sunday, you felt rested but your neck really hurt. Katniss’s knock woke you up that day.

“Just wondering if you were still coming.” Gale stood a good distance behind her but nodded in your direction which you returned.

“I have to get ready but yeah one second.” When you close the door Cato is already awake, leaning against the wall.

“You think you’re ready?” It was an innocent question that you only wish you knew the answer to. You had met up with Katniss a few more times this week, but today felt ominous. You suddenly felt like everyone else who avoided the woods. Terrified, like you would have to keep watch for the safety of the fence line.

“I guess I’ll find out.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Are you sure?” He gave a singular nod and told you he was going to go get ready. You stood there in shock for a few seconds before rushing to do the same. You debated starting the whole romance thing now but you decide its better to not overfill your plate. You are a bit surprised Gale and Katniss say nothing when Cato comes out with you. You wonder if Katniss has caught on and whether she’s said anything to her favorite hunting partner.

The walk to the meadow is mostly silent until you offer food for everyone to eat before heading in. But that’s silent too. Everyone’s guards are up. Everyone worried about mine and Cato’s reactions. Including myself and Cato.

Gale seems to liven up in the forest, his footstep soundlessly picking up the pace. You all follow closely behind.

“Alright Y/n, easy pickings.” He points towards some wild turkey.

“I don’t know…”

“You’ve got this.” He hands you one of the bow and arrows made by Katniss’s father. You look to her for permission before even placing your hand on it. But the second you touch the weapon your hands start shaking.

“Y/n, if you’re not ready…” Cato starts but Gale interrupts suddenly agitated

“She’ll be fine. The woods are all she knows, right? She cant be scared of the one good thing about this place.” Cato doesn’t respond, you squeeze his arm and he nods. You barely have the strength to draw the arrow back and your muscles are screaming. You’re weaker than you anticipated. You take a deep breath and aim in the general direction of the bird, but the second you release the arrow the only thing you see is Marvel.

The Marvel you see staggers back, blood pouring from his mouth. You  hear yourself scream and step back almost falling into a tree. Cato’s hands grab each of your arms, “NO! Please…”

“Its not real. You’re not in the games. You’re safe…” He says in your ear but his voice is shaky. You have to blink a few times before you nod. You hand the bow back to Gale.

“I’m sorry.”

“Its fine. You can try again, it will get better.” He holds out the bow but you step back

“Gale..” Katniss warns him, Cato pushes me behind him as he turns to look at her

“She just needs to get used to it.”

“She said no.” Cato says firmly

“You don’t get it. She belongs out here. You don’t. She needs to be able to come out here, even if she doesn’t hunt anymore. The games aren’t going to ruin that for her.”

They’ve already ruined it, you think. “Its going to take time. She has to see everyone again in a few months. She can decide when she’s ready.”

Gale steps forward, “Y/n, come on. We’re going to keep moving.”

“Back. off.” Cato growls but Gale keeps moving forward and you react before he figures out whats happening. Gale had pointed the bow in Cato’s direction, and its like something takes over him immediately. His entire body shifts into a position you remember in the training center. From Arioch…

“Or what?” He starts

His name comes out as a warning, to no one but yourself, “Cato…”

Time seems to slow down, this time, its you who has to let Cato know hes safe. You rush to get in front of him, grabbing for his hand reaching for the knife hidden away. A stupid decision on your part because you come from the bottom up so you feel the sting before fully realizing the blood dripping down your arm as fail to stop his arm from pulling it out from across his body. This is what he knows. You stare him down with one hand useless, and the other on his arm with the knife. You think you hear one of them pull the arrow back. Idiots. This can only make things worse. His other hand grabs the one holding onto his arm, preventing him from either throwing or hunting them down. The other arm has seeped through your shirt and is bleeding onto the ground ever so slowly, like the ticking of a clock.

Drip

“Put the weapons down!” You yell at everyone. Scaring off any prey they were hoping of catching. Cato looks furious but he blinks at you as if he is trying to figure out what part of his games you’re form.

Drip. Drip.

“Katniss, Gale. Go.”

“Y/n…”

“But—”

“Now!” You can hear the footstep receding. You’re sure they wont be going far so you have to make this quick. His grip on your arm tightens and you struggle not to cry out. But you had to make sure he thinks of little of his games as possible. Right?

Drip…

“You said we were allies. We aren’t done here.” More blinking. When this is over you’ll have to remember to thank him for giving you the answer to this very problem. You avoid saying anything about the actual games. “We’re safe. You’re safe.”

His eyes squeeze shut as he tries to slow his fast and heavy breathing. The hand with the knife going up his head, pressing against it. He forcefully lets go, and you let out a squeak of surprise as you fall onto the ground. Both arms have gone up to his head, trying to silence voices you will never hear. You stay on the ground so as to not disturb him, hoping he comes back to you on his own. Whatever he tries to block out elicits a small groan of his own as he falls on his knees. His hands never leaving the sides of his head as he continues to try and quiet the nightmares I forced him to see by coming out here. You place a shaky hand on his shoulder, and his body stiffens. His head slowly looks up at yours.

“You’re okay.” You whisper, as if speaking loudly would ruin any progress, “Everything's okay.”

His head scans the area and when he looks back you his eyes widen again, his breathing quickening. “Oh my god.”

You don’t have to follow his eyes to know what hes looking at, “I’m fine. It was my fault.”

His hands turn your forearm to face him, really the scratch wasn’t very deep. Long maybe, but really it would heal quickly. The bleeding had mostly stopped anyway. He lifts the t-shirt sleeve up to where your cut is completely exposed. Cinna probably had some kind of scar cream, you weren’t worried about it. Cato shakily grabs the bag you had set down when you had tried to shoot the arrow, fumbling until he finds what hes looking for. A small red box. You realize it’s a first aid kit, he grabs the water bottle you’d brought as well and begins pouring water on your wound. Your arm twitches when the water first contacts you and Cato winces.

“Sorry.” He mumbles not making eye contact

“Its fine Cato, really.”

“Its not.” He says sternly. He places a type of pad on your arm and begins bandaging. You only try to speak when he’s almost finished

“Cato. This wasn’t your fault. I grabbed the knife wrong. This is on me.”

“Y/n. Stop.”

“No. You cant even look at me. This is not your faul—”

“I shouldn’t have come out here. I knew I wasn’t ready.”

“I wasn—”

“You were right. This is a mistake.” He begins to stand up again

“Cato, wait—” You scramble to catch up to him, but before your arm even reaches out he snaps at you

“No Y/n. This should have never happened. I could have killed you! We will stick to public appearances, the rest of the time you need to stay away from me.”

For some reason this infuriates you. “What are you talking about? No. You said we would do this together. You cant back out now.”

He turns around just as furious, “You’ve been backing out almost every day! Why does it matter if I do it??”

A valid point. You weren’t sure why you were fighting so hard for him to not back out but it suddenly sounded unacceptable. Especially not out of guilt, “Beca—”

“I told you I was dangerous! I told you to use the sedative if you needed to. How could you not bring it??? Do you not understand how easily I could have killed you? Do you know what that would have don—Do you think I could live with myself?” He takes a deep breath, trying to lower his voice. It was the loudest you had ever heard him, certainly. Guilt gnawing at you for not realizing how all of this could have undone any progress, how he could have been punished.. all because you couldn’t shoot a damn arrow. Anger also fights for the dominant spot in your mind, you were the one who just de-escalated everything. Your silence seems to soften him and you know it's only because he's once again, sure he's terrified you.

“Look. Just—Make sure you start bringing the sedative. I’m serious. For your own sake—”

He lets out an exasperated sigh of disbelief as you hold your palm out. The sedative pen still capped facing him.

Cato’s POV

She had it this entire time? Why didn’t she use it? Did she forget? How could she forget? You stood there staring as she held her hand out. Unsure of what to do , what to say. You had just screamed at the person who stopped you from hurting anyone. Who had hurt herself in order to give you the chance to stop. Who had somehow managed to distract you enough to realize you were slipping back into your games. You couldn’t face her as you bandaged her arm, and now you felt like you couldn’t stop staring, trying to figure out why she wouldn’t immediately use that on you.

It was her turn to be angry, but instead of saying anything she grabbed your hand and forced the pen into it before heading back home.

You could only stand there for a minute before you chased after her. You caught up relatively soon, “Y/n?”

When she says nothing. You decide to keep your mouth shut. The walk back is tense she lets the door almost close on you and you aren’t surprised to hear the door slam. You’re thankful no one seems to be home. You know her brothers are at her parents, and Enobaria and Cashmere said they wanted to talk to Haymitch about the public appearances they want to start up. You decide to go over there just to let them know you’re both back.

“So, how’d it go?”

“Could’ve gone better.” Is all you say as you walk back out. The rest of your day is you hiding in your room. You go out to make yourself a quick lunch. You’re pretty sure Y/n hasn’t come down so you leave a plate of food at her door and knock before running back down to your room. You pace, read, lay down, repeat. You only come out when Enobaria calls you down to eat again. You ask if Y/n has said anything to her but Enobaria says she was worn out from trying all of that today. You wonder if the cut on her arm came up.

“Cato. Is everything okay?” She crosses her arms as she watches you eat. You take one more bite and toss your fork down. You needed today to be over. You can overthink by yourself.

“Yeah. Everything’s great.” You grab your plate and toss everything in the trash. Something people here probably wouldn’t be very fond of but its beyond you to care right now. You can feel Enobaria looking at you but she doesn’t follow. You go into your room and turn the lights off so hopefully, everyone assumes you’re asleep and leaves you alone. You cant sleep. In fact, you know you wont be able to sleep since the only decent sleep you’ve gotten in over a year has been with y/n when you pretend to watch the tv. Really, its probably your brain telling you that you two are watching each other’s backs, but it doesn’t matter. You doubt you could trust anyone else like that.

You replay today’s events for the millionth time. She must have been terrified. And then on top of everything you go and yell at her. She could have yelled back but the only time she even sounded slightly annoyed was when you said doing the whole romance thing may not be a good idea. Isn’t that what she wanted? Was it the way I said it? You hold the pillow over your head for a few minutes before throwing it to the floor out in annoyance. Just fall asleep. Fall asleep. You tell yourself you deserve any nightmares that come to you but sleep refuses to make an appearance. Probably because you were ridden with guilt and disgust. You decided to go apologize. You went down the hall where Y/n’s room was hidden away, you hear Cashmere and Enobaria talking in the distant kitchen. As you raise your arm to knock, the door swings open.

The two of you are stand once again, motionless. With nothing in her hands, you wonder if she had an idea similar to yours. You open your mouth to start apologizing but she shakes her head and steps out of your way. Allowing for you to enter her room. You tell yourself you’ll apologize properly and then leave her alone. She probably just wants to keep todays events hidden, better to curb any more fears about this plan’s already fragile state. When she quietly closes the door behind you try to speak before she once again cuts off your apology by wrapping her arms around you. You freeze, waiting for your living nightmares to resurface but when they don’t come, you return the embrace. A warmth radiating deep in the cold recesses of your heart.

“I’m sorry.” She says softly

You immediately step back, “No. That’s what I should be saying. I was the one who wanted to go, I was the one who hurt you, I was the one that yelled. I’m…I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have freaked out like that. I knew I wasn’t ready.” You bring her towards you again and try not to notice the smell of her hair, still somewhat damp from a fresh bath.  

“Can I check?” She sighs but holds her arm out. You feel relief upon realizing how shallow the cut was. You quickly leave her room for more supplies and sneak back as quietly as possible. You both sit on her bed and you begin. You work carefully. Quietly. She says nothing until you put the healing ointment over the scratch.

“I told you it wasn’t that bad.” She tries to joke but you’re struggling to understand why had to put herself in this position in the first place.

“Why didn’t you use it?”

“I didn’t need to.”

“Y/n…”

“You know when I blew up all of the supplies in the cornucopia and everyone ran back…Arioch was so mad he snapped the boy from three’s neck. It was less than a second and Elias was dead. On the ground. You could have done the same the second I grabbed the knife. You stopped yourself. I didn’t have to do anything.”

“I could have still killed you, before all of that.”

“I guess.”

“You cant guess Y/n.”

“Honestly if you really thought you were in the games and you thought the three of us were working together you would have either gone for the person most dangerous to you, which wasn’t me and would have given me time to use it. Or you would have used me as a bargaining tool, and I still would have been able to use it. So, drop it.” Her voice gets short and you decide to listen, trying to not get into your head again. She sighs and lowers her tone, still grumbling at the thought of it.

“I shouldn’t have hid behind you and I should have told Gale off myself. I would have had a better chance at either grabbing the knife or deescalating the situation.”

You cant help yourself. The thought of her putting the blame on herself is ludicrous and you cant accept it, “I shouldn’t have gone at all.”

“I wanted you to come. I would have asked you to anyway.” She says it so softly you aren’t sure you heard her right. You don’t say anything more as you finish rebandaging her. “I’m tired.”

You tell yourself you promised you would leave her alone so you just nod and say “Okay.”

You shift to stand up and leave but she grabs your wrist, “Can you stay?”

“Okay.” You find yourself unable to say anything else at the moment. You down move from your seat on her bed as she lays down. Your throat suddenly feels very dry. You feel as if you’re breaking some kind of rule from the agreement you both had made, which is ridiculous since you had been accidentally sleeping together when you would watch tv. It was just easier to fall asleep that way. You try going over possible interview questions in your head but absentmindedly fidget with the bracelet which gets her attention. She leans over enough to place her hand on your back causing you to jump.

“You should get some sleep.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you plan on keeping your knife under the pillows?” You shake your head and she smiles, “Then yeah, as long as your comfortable with it.”

She scoots over and you lay next to her. Neither of you fall asleep right away and you try and see if she wants to talk about what happened before she stepped in front of you. “Can I ask you something?”

She turns to her side to face you, you try and resist the urge to get closer and just turn your head to her direction staying on your back. “What is it?”

“What did you see?”

She goes unnaturally still, you want to tell her to forget about it but she decides to answer, “Marvel.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” She turns onto her back and looks up as she recounts her time in the games, “You saw the games. I missed.”

“I thought you hit him.”

“I did. But I waited too long and I ended hitting a lung…I was so mad. I was going to watch him suffer for the net. For throwing his spear. He told me to finish. To kill him. When I pulled the knife out I held onto his hand as I plunged my knife into him. I felt his hand go limp in mine. I see his death all the time. Then I run away. In every dream I run, and it doesn’t matter what direction I run I always end up seeing Rue. Struggling to breathe. I didn’t even know she was hit right away.”

“Y/n you couldn’t have saved her.”

“If I hadn’t hesitated I would have. She would have won. I would have made sure of it.” You don’t like what she’s implying but you say nothing, knowing theres more to be said, “Almost everyone else’s death I see like I was watching the games from home. But Marvel and Rue…and Glimmer sometimes. They don’t ever go away. It also sucks because I saw Thresh die the same way everyone else did and I feel bad he doesn't bother me as much.”

She doesn’t turn to face you but you can see tears beginning to form so you reach out and grab her hand. She returns the gesture, intertwining her hand in yours. She finally turns to look at you, but she is too tired to even try and pretend its okay. It isn’t. And it doesn’t get better. But its only fair you tell her your side of things too.

“I see everyone. Whether I killed them or not. I see myself killing them, not being able to stop. Then I hear them. Their families. Calling me a monster. I try to say I cant stop but I can never speak.”

She squeezes your hand. You have others, sometimes its all of the training methods you had in 2. Others are when you are begging to call your family so you can go home, then the voices from the games merge into those too. You turn to face her and she lets go of your hand to turn. She begins to get close. Too close. Shes above you, resting on her elbow you feel her other hand reach up. A finger traces your brow, her thumb gently wiping a tear you weren’t aware had spilled.

“You aren’t a monster. Okay?”

You cant help yourself. You don’t let her let go of your face. You don’t want to let her go at all. So you don’t. With your free arm you bring her as close as you can and hold her. Tired of pretending you weren’t constantly craving her presence. Her touch. You only let go of her hand to put your own in her hair as you pulled her into you. She doesn’t protest. She continues to lean in eventually letting her lips rest on yours ever so gently. Her lips were soft and warm. You could feel them slightly part as she let out a slight gasp. It was as easy as breathing. When you both pull away, you feel like its too soon. You know that you are only entangling yourself into a potentially dangerous situation with the capitol. You had something to lose now. As she stared at you with the same realization you realized you didn��t care. You had something to lose, yes, but you also finally had something to lose. You didn’t want her to worry, you just brought her into you again. Letting her head rest on your chest. Knowing sleep would come easily. You run your hand up and her back and you feel her thumb going back and forth on your chest. Her hand stops moving first, you aren’t sure when your eyes close. All you know is for the first time you feel at peace, nothing gnawing at the back of your mind. No dreading about waking up and doing it all over again.

When you do wake up its anything but peaceful. You both hear the urgent knocking and sit up immediately. You both share a look and you move to the other end of the bed. Pretending you were simply keeping watch.

“Come in.” Y/n says groggily

“What is he doing here? What are you doing here?? What happened to your arm?” Enobaria sounded confused. Furious.

“I still couldn’t sleep. So, I asked him to keep watch and alternate with me. But I fell asleep on my turn.” Y/n, you’ve noticed is only exceptional at lying when it involves someone else. “Sorry. I thought I was getting better?”

“And your arm?” Unfortunately for the two of you, Enobaria was not in way easy to convince. She crossed her arms as asked about Y/n’s injury.

“I got it when we went hunting yesterday. I freaked out and I was fumbling to grab my knife to protect myself. Cato bandaged me up and came to make sure it was healing okay last night. I asked him to stay. I was too embarrassed to say anything so I said I was tired and hid in here all day.”

“And why didn’t you mention this accident?” She starts asking you

You shrugged and tried to seem indifferent, “She asked me not to.”

“Y/n you need to at least get one more person to change shifts, its—” you see that shes struggling to find the words, but theres no real way around it, “its not safe. The flashbacks they don’t always show up in the most convenient times.”

Your head drops, and you can feel Y/n stare. You want to disagree with her but Enobaria is right. One nightmare and you could wake up in a place where Y/n isn’t Y/n at all. Just another person you cant unsee in the games.

“I trust him.”

She says it so easily, you want to believe her. Believe that you would never do anything to her. But you already had. “Y/n its better to be safe than sorry.”

“I trust him. Which is a good thing because at the end of this whole thing we’re going to have to end up together right? So does it matter if we help eachother out?”

Enobaria sighed, “Come on, we have a busy day.”

She leaves the room quickly. No doubt going to talk to Cashmere. You lift your head to look at Y/n, “Don’t.” She says

“Y/n. Shes not wron—”

“I said don’t.”

“I need a favor.”

“Cato…”

You take out the syringe and hold it out. “Please. Just to be safe. For me.”

The last line makes her flinch. She lets out an exasperated sigh and snatches the pen out of your hand. “I’m not going to use it.”

She leaves her room before you have a chance to respond. The words, ‘I know,’ stuck on your lips. You follow behind her and meet up in the kitchen with Enobaria and Cashmere. Enobaria still looks upset but Cashmere has a knowing grin on her face you desperately want to ignore. She slides you and Y/n a plate of food.

“Well before we do anything today, Y/n I suggest you go see your cousin. She came by to check on you already. I’m assuming since yesterday didn’t go so great?” Enobaria states

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Cato? You’re practicing interview questions with Brutus.”

“Why him?” You immediately protest

“Because he is going to pinpoint everything you need to work on and this needs to go perfectly.” There was no point in arguing with either of them. Especially when Enobaria was already on the verge on sending you over to Haymitch’s house.

“What about you guys?”

“Oh Haymitch is going to show us around a bit more.” Cashmere says, you and Y/n share a look. They’re planning something and you two are not to know about it. You both eat in silence until Y/n finishes and is promptly shooed out of the house. You mainly push the food around your plate. Avoiding the stares that felt like were burning holes into your body.

“Its good you two are comfortable with each other. It’s going to make things easier.” Cashmere starts

“Its also going to make things more difficult.” Enobaria grumbled, “This whole charade still might not work. You need to be careful. You both just got out of the games. You still technically need to be supervised.”

“The more believable the more the capitol will want them to get married and pick a district. Regardless of what they feel, they need to make the Capitol obsessed with them in a matter of two weeks for the victory tour. We can worry about the rest later.”

You stood up, not able to take anymore second guesses. You were already doing that yourself. “We just took shifts keeping watch. That’s it.”

You knew they were right but the thought of showing affection toward y/n like that when you still weren’t sure what you felt made you feel…gross. Like you would be forcing her to do things she wasn’t sure of, or didn’t want. This, of course, only worries you about last night. About whether she meant to kiss you, whether you did. Whether she wanted to, or did so out of pity.

You evaluate every action, dissect every movement until Brutus comes in. Working with him is almost unbearable and nearly impossible to get into camera mode. He refuses to make it easy. He starts by quizzing you on everything you and her wrote down, any hesitation would result in breaking character and yelling. You maintain at best a casual conversation, which gave you hope on how things would go with Caesar if it came to that. And you needed it to come to that.

“I still think this is a mistake.”

“I know.”

“You’re sure?”

More than anything, actually. “Yes.”

Brutus rolls his eyes and grunts in what you assume is disgust, but he continues with the questions. Y/n comes back with her brothers behind her and interrupts, “Its my turn, Cato.”

“I don’t have anything to ask you.” He dismisses her but Y/n doesn’t budge

“They asked you to question him because you would be the harshest judge. Its my turn.” She turns to you and asks if you can talk to her brothers, and simply nod and follow them into the kitchen. You hear her tell him he needs to really try so neither of them waste eachother’s time and you’re tempted to hang back and hear how it all plays out.

“So what happened yesterday?”

“Hm?” Mallory’s voice snaps you back and you wonder exactly how much shes told them. You only remember her demand to keep them out of it. “In the woods?”

“Yeah. How bad?”

“Not…great. She was doing okay until she tried to shoot an arrow. Then she remembered her games and was thrown off.”

“So, she did hurt herself trying to get the knife?”

“Yeah she thought she needed to grab it quickly and ended up fumbling it before she actually got a good grip on it.”

“Probably good you were there. She trusts you.” Amal pipes in. Guilt hits you like a train again. Mallory just nods but you’re sure he has more questions about what is happening around here. Around their sister. How were you all supposed to help her? How could he help her? Questions you can never answer. You ask more about the hob. Wondering if you could go there alone. Mallory doesn’t recommend it, most people in twelve even stray from trading there. Y/n comes in silently, sitting next to Amal. It was another obvious clue as to exactly how long she had survived in the woods. Her tread was soundless. Had she decided to simply outlive the others in the arena, you’re sure she could have done so.

“How did the interviews go?”

She shrugged, “I didn’t get much feedback. I’ll ask Enobaria later.”

Everyone decides to cook some food up for the two houses. Its seems like a simple breakfast food dish, but the smell that it creates makes you almost salivate. The others fill in as you all finish up. Mallory even has alcohol ready for Haymitch. He actually makes friendly conversation. They have fully accepted each other as family in one sense or another. You stop paying attention when you begin to eat. The voices all intermingle and you drown most of it out. Or you try to. Usually so many people around ends up making you nervous.

Brutus elbows you, forcing you to refocus. You only return his glare but listen to Cashmere as she calls out your name again, “You okay, Cato?”

“Sorry.” You mumble. “What did you say again?”

“Well, I’ve been tired of being cooped up here so I thought it might be nice to go out. I hear the music is completely different here. I was thinking Friday maybe? It would be nice for all of us to go. What do you think?”

Sounds miserable, but you know she’s beginning your public appearances. “Sure. Would be nice to get out of the house, see a different side to 12.”

Y/n smirks, “Tsk. Well, it wont be all that fancy but it is a fun time.”

“You’ve gone before?” You ask

“A few times. I did have some friends outside of my cousin.”

“Yeah, she used to sneak out to go dancing.” Mallory teases

She rolls her eyes, “I only went out a few times. Enjoying the little times I saw anyone that wasn’t strictly business. Besides, all of my old school mates treat me like I have the plague now. It could be good to try and show I havent changed all that much.”

Except she had, no one contradicts her but even she knows it. It was ridiculous of course, to think she only contained herself to the woods. She wasn’t forced to train for the games. But the thought of her missing her old life springs to your mind again. You listen to her stories. The music that is supposed to be banned plays on random days. No one trusts anyone with association with the capitol here, you wonder how she ended up getting the information. You think of your time at the hob. How everyone seemed to know one another. You wondered if she forced herself to buy things there just to gain their trust back. You thought about Darius and how he had kissed her, and you actively have to work to keep the scowl off of your face. You wondered if some of peacekeepers took shifts so as to not get anyone in any real trouble.

The rest of the day is a blur. Plans, conversations, nothing seems to stick out in your mind. You’re relieved when everyone disperses. And even more so when Y/n whispers for you to go to her whenever you can. You wait until you’re sure everyone has at least gone to their rooms before going to find her. You barely knock, terrified of being ordered to go sleep elsewhere.

“So what happened today?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You seem upset.”

“More worried.”

“Because of what Enobaria said this morning?”

“Mostly. This just…it doesn’t end you know? We’ll have to keep this up forever.”

“I know. Whatever happens we will need to prove to the Capitol we’re together. Could you do that? For that long?”

“Could you?”

“Yes.” You realize you were terrified of any other answer. You decide this cannot keep happening, the same conversation, the same worries making you doubt your plan. You can worry another day. You lay down next to her, ask her to get closer. You decide you wont try anything again. Not until you’re in front of the cameras. Just in case. But keeping eachother company you would allow. If only for your own sanity.

The days go on and Friday is upon you quickly. Y/n’s brothers go on ahead, making sure the music wouldn’t stop because of you and the rest of the victors presence. The group watches as the people dance around you. A few peacekeepers get visibly nervous but slowly let loose as well. Y/n makes small talk with some people around her, offering whatever money she has on her to several of the people who work at the hob. Some stands are still open and you find yourself buying a bracelet similar to yours. You rejoin the group for awhile, Y/n dances with her brothers once, and once with Darius. You try not to let that one bother you, especially since he asks several people to dance with him. She gets all of you to try the faster paced dance movements, Cashmere does exceptionally well. You... do not. You all sit and enjoy other people dancing when Cashmere nods to you. Now or never, you brace yourself as you lean over to whisper in Y/n’s ear.

‘I think its time.’ She smiles and nods and the two of you walk to the farther end of where people are sitting. Close enough plenty of eyes would be on you and far away enough it looks like you both want to speak privately. You take a deep breath, there's no going back now.

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#hunger games fic #hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #tbosbas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #cato hunger games #hunger games cato #cato imagine #cato x reader

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BPP, lemme pick your beautiful brain abit if you don’t mind. So i think it is really beautiful that jikook decided to enlist together using the buddy program. But no matter how much i think about it, i can’t seem to figure out why they decided to do that if they are not more than friends. Don’t get me wrong, i am not saying that people who are just friends cannot do the buddy program, no, they definitely can and they have in the past but my thing is, with the way almost everyone was kinda convinced that jikook had grown distant and were not as close anymore in chapter two, how do u explain them choosing to go together, being joined at the hip for 18 months? Plus they have to have talked about this at some point way before they applied. So while many of us sat here thinking they were not as close anymore, they were making plans to enlist together as buddies? Why would they even consider this if they weren’t really close to each other and if they were still so close to each other enough to consider using this option, why did they both sometimes act like they were a little distant?

I can understand not wanting things to be so obvious but u could really tell that Jimin especially seemed very…, i dunno, different about Jk in chapter two. I don’t know of i’m making alot of sense rn or if u even understand where i’m coming from (i hope u do) but i’d love to hear what u think.

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Oh god. I wish you sent me this ask an hour ago when I was still sober because I really want to answer this right this moment but there's at least 6 fingers of Lagavulin in me. Sorry in advance for whatever you read below - I've been told I ramble and I'm more of a cunt when I'm intoxicated.

I want to say I told you so. It was clear that whatever distance jikook showed in Chapter 2 was self-imposed. It looked like a caricature of what an actual breakup would look like, in my opinion. And mind you, I've never been certain that jikook are dating. They might not be and it wouldn't make a real difference to what we've all observed them to be: something more to each other than whatever is normal.

Any distance that showed in Chapter 2 was simply spatial. The way I saw it, Chapter 2 was a period for each member to present themselves to the world as individuals. It's something I believe every member took extremely seriously. It's possibly one reason Jungkook agonized over his album to the point Bang PD intervened and we thankfully got Golden. Chapter 2 was a big deal for them. Necessary. At the same time, all the boys know the narratives they have in the fandom. They know there's a faction of fans who believe either Jimin or Jungkook uses the other to remain popular in the fandom, they likely know most of the least flattering ones floating around. They know external critics are also likely to conflate their individual efforts and motives, whether positively or negatively.

I think it was important for every member to present themselves as a singular artist in Chapter 2, and this was even moreso for jikook because of their reputation of being stuck at the hip and/or overly dependent on each other. So on one hand I think they were more careful about showing their intimacy because of external critics and perceptions, but I also think they did it for themselves. They've always had lives outside each other and they had things they needed to pay attention to in any case, with enlistment looming over the horizon.

But now that it's happened, it feels very obvious that if they had the chance to do the Buddy program, they'd do it. I think part of what you're asking Anon, is which came first - did they decide to 'appear distant' in Chapter 2 before they decided to enlist together? Or was it afterwards?

Personally, I don't think it matters much which came first. They have always and always were going to choose each other. Jikook excite me because they are literally always jikooking. I'm not sure if people think I'm joking whenever I say it, but I mean it when I say I don't worry one second about those lads because they are always jikooking.

Even while they were apparently not so close in Chapter 2, some of those times they looked tormented. What was Jungkook thinking going live, just to stare at Jimin's tattooed chest in SMF Pt 2?

What was that bit with JK naked in bed and Jimin saying he could handle him? Jikook were messy as hell during their supposed 'distance' in Chapter 2 lool. Whether or not they were fucking a girl on the side makes no difference to how I think about what's gone down in the last 18 months, and it likely won't influence what I think of them during the next 18 months.

#jikook #jimin #jungkook

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I like yan papa Crwele having a half fae daughter, but what would happen if their magic is really weak that they don't belong to any of the even dorms and place on the Ramshackle, and him discovered that she really good at getting along with beasts

Now I know you meant beasts like Grim

But what about beastMEN

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Divus Crewel with fae daughter: Half on halfie

If being the prized only-child of Divus Crewel wasn’t easy enough

But being the outlier deemed too weak even with your fae-side

Diasomnia was no second home to you

Even next to Sebek you were nothing short of being absolute dirt 

You know because he said so

“YOU?! FAE?! HARDLY EVEN BY HALF! YOU’RE BLOOD’S DIRTIER THAN MINE! NEXT TO LORD MALLEUS YOU’RE DIRT!” “Sebek! You can’t just say that to people they’ll take it the wrong way?!”

Too late

Rejected by Diasomnia and mocked by your peers all you had to rely on were your loyal hounds

And even they would run away should your father call

Crewel would sense this

While he may not exactly know precisely what your feeling he has an idea

Unfortunately the fray of his students loved to gossip

“Did you hear the Crewl chic isn’t even good enough for Diasomnia?”

“I know! You’d think with such a #@$@$ attitude could she buy her way in?”

“No way wouldn't her doggy stank to stink up the place!”

He doesn’t hesitate to punish the motley crew for even insulting you

“I hope you mutts enjoy rotting. You’re going to stay in this shed until your begging her for forgiveness!” 

Daddy Crewl don’t play

And while it isn’t his place to punish Diasomnia as a whole 

He surely doesn’t take it easy when Sebek is involved

“SUCCESSFUL DAY’S WORK! NOW I CAN FREELY ATTEND TO LORD MALLEUS-”

“Zygovit, you're cleaning the classroom today.”

“BUT I’VE DONE MY TIME FOR THIS MONTH!”

“Would you rather I make it a weekly detention!?”

“...NO SIR. CLEANING RIGHT AWAY!”

 “Hmmph!”

Meanwhile you’re growing hate for Diasomnia was sensed by someonelse with the same sentiment

“Oi, you comin’ or what?”

“I am just be patient!”

Walking alongside Leona Kingscholar with your own entourage and dalmations in front

It was time for a change

In the time your father spent torturing your tormentors you had made some new friends

Your sheer will and desire to command had enough of the beastmen of Savanaclaw serving you hand and foot

They were your dogs and cats that followed your lead as you commanded them

The ones you deemed equal?

Leona Kingscholar alone 

and who better than the trainer’s daughter to bring some motivation to a lazy king

So much for being too weak to be with the fae 

Diasomnia was on guard 

their dorm was invaded and practically unlivable because of the living plant monsters that occupied the dorm

The best of the best aka the Diasomnia dorm was struggling with this plant problem 

no one could find a cause or a suspect 

That is until your father stepped on the scene

Noticing the behavior he applies one of his special commands 

Seeing that the plant-monsters were slightly responsive he immediately thinks of you

Probably with the overzealous diasomnia in tow they’ll confront you 

Lounging oddly comfortable with the Savanaclaw dormleader they ask

“That’s funny you seem awfully interested in me now.”

As its revealed you were the monster’s creator feeding off the hatred for Diasomnia 

Of course hanging around the one person with such deep-seeded hatred for Malleus

I would definitely expect you to overblot 

Specifically targeting the fae group that previously rejected you

Of course you’re talked down by Crewel and Leona

“I-I WILL APOLOGIZE! IN HOPES THAT WE MAY RECONCILE AND AVOID FURTHER ANIMOSITY!” 

“Uhhhh no. I still don’t like you guys and I’m not entitled to accept your deplorable apology!”

Happy to have you back 

“That’s my girl!” “That’s my girl!” 

“WhAt!”

#yandere divus crewel #yandere divus crewel x reader #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #boyfriendleonakingscholar #yandere headcannon #yandere headcannons #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland

[leviathism]

Greetings ^^ I hope you’re alright,

I wanted to leave a request for obey me for the brothers to be specific, if you don’t have the time or motivation to write all brothers I would also feel grateful if you just wrote Mammon and Satan. I saw that you write aro MC und wanted to ask you how they would react to a ace/asexual MC ?

Like they just confessed their love to each other and MC tells them before they make things official that they’re asexual and don’t plan on ever having s*x with them and if it not sits right with them that they should search for another partner because MC is not going to step over their boundaries for a partner ? (Just a scenario for orientation)

Sorry if it ended up kinda long, feel free to add characters if you want to and have a great day/night :)

gender neutral reader

You had been hesitant to tell Mammon.

He had been so, so happy when you accepted his long awaiting confession, so you decided to hold your tongue for a bit. But then you realized you had made a mistake by withholding that information. He deserved to know.

“I should tell you… before we get too serious.” Mammon is immediately ramrod straight, staring at you with a serious expression. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. It makes you nervous. “Um, I’m not into… the whole sex thing. y’know.”

“Um. No?” He fumbled and you could almost see all the thoughts running through his head. “Do ya not think I’m attractive?”

“Well uh. Not really.” You were brutally honest and you had to be for him to understand. He looked like you just stabbed him in the chest. “Well, you are! Aesthetically. I like looking at you. A lot. You’re my home screen, you know? Just not sexually.”

He stared at you, confused again but slightly less hurt. “What?”

“It’s different for me, maybe not for you.” You we’re struggling to explain this to him without making it complicated. “I just don’t want to have sex. There’s not much in it for me, I guess. It’s really hard to explain.”

“…Ya still love me though?” He asked. You knew he was still confused but you’d just have to sit down and talk to him about it later.

“Yeah, I do.”

He nodded. “Then that’s good enough for me.” He grabbed your hand and shook it as if you two had just made a deal. “You’ll just hafta explain it to me in baby terms or somethin’. Sounds like a word maze.”

With Satan, it was easy to bring it up. You’d know he’d listen to you thoroughly, so you had no reason to worry. But then he had ended up being confused, which you hadn’t been expecting. And it threw you off.

Yes, he had heard of asexuality but only for animals and single called organisms and what not. So, to say he was confused was to put it lightly.

When you tried to explain that it could be applied to humans too, just in a different way, he had jumped to another conclusion.

“Oh, I get it. You’re not asexual, why would you say that?” Satan grabbed you by the shoulders, offering you a sweet smile while his words made your heart drop painfully. “You’re very much so attractive.”

Oh.

“Not like that,” you rushed to say, grabbing his arms so that he could focus and listen for once. You appreciated him being in a rush to try and make you feel better, but you needed him to listen to you. “I mean I don’t feel sexual attraction.”

Satan frowned, thinking.

“And um, I don’t think I’ll ever want to have sex. I understand how that could be a dealbreaker and how you might not want to compromise. But I’m not going to compromise either. You get it, right…?”

“I think I do.” He broke from your grip and you started to think he didn’t want to go through with it. Your mood dropped but before you could say anything else, he grabbed you and pulled you to his chest. “I don’t mind. I think I’d do anything for you.”

Cheesy, but you needed it right now.

#obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x you #obey me fluff #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x y/n #obey me #mammon x reader #asexual reader #x asexual reader

[wren-writes-things]

I mean personally for me I would appreciate at least 2 Sasha episodes in Season 3a to help flesh out her arc more cause I LOVE her but I feel more screentime around 3a (and maybe) a bit around Season 2, would have done wonders for her arc. It’s almost criminal how little we know of her bad homelife other than her parents are divorced.

What would you personally add to Sasha’s arc?

So my biggest issue on Sasha’s arc (and honestly most of season 3 aside from Andrias) is just how much is left unsaid. And a lot of that does come down to her family.

Everything we see regarding Sasha is her learning to turn a set of poor coping mechanisms (seeking control, aggression, etc), into something that could benefit those around her (being a leader). The problem is that there are just large chunks of that development that are missing, specifically the origin and most of her improvement. Which are both kind of important.

Now I will say I think these flaws stem from an aspect of the show that in some scenarios (namely True Colors) was incredibly important. And that was the use of Anne as the protagonist, and really the only character you ever see the POV of. What I mean by that is that unless a character directly explained their motivations on screen in front of Anne, you really don’t know it (even then you still got Sasha’s POV though so this isn’t a strict rule). The thing is though is that this doesn’t necessarily apply to season 3

Anyway yeah back on topic, like I said a big thing for me would be stating Sasha’s perspective on things back on earth. I’m not for suggesting a full backstory episode because I don’t see that flowing well with the overall show. However starting a Sasha centric episode with a final flashback to the day of the that they stole the music box (similar to Reunion and True Colors) I believe would work quite nicely to address Sasha’s dynamic with her parents and her friends. Additionally Anne speaking with the Waybrights and Wus (not Zeus autocorrect, no one wants to speak with Zeus ever) instead of writing a letter could allow an outside perspective on how both families were handling their missing daughters. This also avoids the issue of addressing this situation in Sasha’s apology to Anne (which seemed to be what the writers kept getting hung up on based on interviews).

That being said I’m not certain how exactly I would handle Sasha’s family dynamic. I don’t think it was necessarily healthy aside from the divorce based on her actions in The Third Temple flashback and throughout the show. But… I don’t think I’m necessarily qualified to handle that topic without a lot of research. Might come back to it though because I have at least a guess that I find interesting.

Anyway, I think my next big thing would be just making season 3 more Sasha centric. (And honestly if I were doing a full rewrite I would probably take tharrb’s approach and split S3 into two seasons, I think there just wasn’t enough time to address everything even if you took out the filler episodes especially with how large the main cast of the show is). Season 3a has a lot of potential ways that it could go but overall her arc was one of the most important ones to develop in that period.

Specifically I would want to show her developing a connection with the rebellion members and learning to lead the rebellion in a way that took all members concerns into account without endangering the group. And also her dealing with her feelings regarding Marcy and Anne. Which is a lot of aspects hence why I said you honestly would need to divide season 3 up.

My one additional point because I have opinions about it, is addressing the full reason why Sasha had her change of heart. Because I was reading on the topic and it just kind of bothered me.

Like that is a pretty important aspect of the show to address and for some reason it just never is mentioned. Which is especially weird considering that she clearly had a change in perception by the season 3 finale and that is just such an interesting development that I want to see.

Anyway yeah, there’s a few other aspects to my overall take on Sasha. Like honestly I probably would have added another episode focusing on her in season 1 but my main issues with her arc are in season 3 so that’s most of what I addressed. Also this was very general so if you want further exploration of any topic I am always open to explaining it.

#amphibia #sasha waybright #answered asks #this took way longer than it should have to answer #but I really struggled to break my opinions on Sasha apart from my opinions on the rest of the show #wren’s amphibia stuff #wren's random analysis

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/750274709019574272/httpswwwtumblrcomdearweirdme7502735523427614

It feels very bizzare when y’all have to keep twisting yourselves into loops to make sense of Jk enlisting with Jimin. We all know Jk could have enlisted alone if he couldn’t go with Tae as you claim. (Tae and Namjoon enlisted separately didn’t they?) So Jk and Jimin could have enlisted separately too and still would have had enough time to be back for the reunion in 2025. The timing had nothing to do with the reason why jikook enlisted so can we please let that narrative go? Plus, if it was timing they were thinking about then it was riskier to apply as buddies because if they were rejected or not picked by the system, they would have had to start the enlistment process all over again individually and this might have wasted more time for them. How could tae and Namjoon who enlisted just a day before jikook have the chance to enlist separately and are still going to be able to make it on time for the reunion but Jk could only make it back if he enlisted with Jimin? Tkkrs claim that jikook enlisting together doesn’t bother them because a real couple wouldn’t enlist together but in the same breath you come up with all reasons under the sun to explain why they did enlist together instead of just accepting that maybe they did it because they wanted to.

Hi anon!

Let me show off my coolness with Jkk by saying that it does not actually matter to me whether Jk and Jm themselves chose to enlist together or if it was also a strategic move (yes, the first part is sarcasm).

I think it is ignorant to think that business motives don’t exist with a band of BTS’s status. There’s a lot of money concerned and both BTS and BH would have invested in figuring out the best way to deal with all members being gone. That’s just plain logic imo. I absolutely don’t think Jk and Jm were forced to go together, I think they enjoy being there together and who knows.. maybe they would have also chosen this when there was no timing to be considered.

What I have understood is that because of Jk’s age it would not have been certain that he would have been called upon soon (last year). He himself said he would’ve liked to have gone to special forces, which to me indicates that this might not have been his first choice. That does not mean that he hates being with Jm at all, it just means that has things been different he might’ve chosen differently.

Jm and Jk enlisting together does not bother me. What bothers me is the way Jkkrs talk about this. It’s the way they romanticize a situation that is probably a harsh situation for for all members. I’d think that regardless of what I believe about Tae and Jk.

#taekook #enlistment #members #straws

[dearestones]

Coffee Mugs and Confessions (Matsuda Touta x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: I've been reading your matsuda fics and they are so cute!! my boy needs more content🤧 I'm not sure if you still write for him but I could request Matsuda trying to confess his love to his coworker (sorry if my english is bad;;;

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You absolutely adored your friend, Touta. Although he was usually held up with work on a case involving matters of great importance, he always made sure to spend time with you. Worrying about him was almost a futile effort. Even though there were days when you saw that there were more wrinkles on his face rather than sparkles in his eyes, when he saw you, his eyes would light up and his features would soften in light happiness. It was like he was a different person!

Gone was the stress and a subdued personality that was at odds with the persona you used to think was bubbly and somewhat childish back when you had first met. Yet, whenever he would invite you out for drinks after an entire day's worth of work lining the furrows of his brow, you could see that young man blooming to life again. With beer and sake flowing through the both of your veins, the both of you would talk about your day, often making jokes and commenting on the state of affairs regarding your places of work.

So, it surprised you one day, when Touta approached you.

You knew that he often stayed by his superior’s side, Chief Yagami Soichiro, but you were nonetheless happy that he sought you out. It wasn’t like you disliked the much older gentleman; it was quite the opposite actually! Almost everyone in your division loved and respected the chief and you hoped that once he retired, whoever would replace him would have at least a fraction of the charisma and the dedication that Chief Yagami often displayed. As one of his most devoted followers, Touta was sure to follow in his footsteps as a capable, but caring detective who had his eyes set on justice. 

Truly, it was one of the things that you adored about your friend. 

Even when it seemed like the world was bleak, there was an unerring sense of childlike faith that everything would turn out all right in the end.

Was it too childish in a field where sometimes investigations could be deadly or criminals had a tendency to get away if you weren’t careful? Perhaps, but you looked forward to his good nature and you hoped to learn from his resilience. Even if such naivete was not always welcome, you would support him no matter what. 

He was a rare radiant light in this world and you were loath to take part in extinguishing such a wonderful trait from the world.

“Hiya, Touta!” You nodded at a mug of coffee that he often procured just for you. As always, it would be steaming hot and filled to the brim with your preferred way of making coffee. He was a quick study when he applied himself and considerate to boot. As you greeted him with a smile, you took the mug away from him, careful not to burn your fingers against the warm porcelain. “Is there something wrong? You usually don’t bring me coffee this early.”

You were joking. There were times when Touta didn’t want to be idle at his desk picking apart paperwork or following up with witnesses sometimes, but it was rare enough that you were—while not concerned—curious about his motives. 

In response, Touta hummed anxiously, one of his hands reaching up to brush the back of his head. Was he trembling?

“Ah, do you mind taking a walk with me?” Your brows rose to your hairline. “I… It’s something important, but not that important? I mean if you’re busy, but—”

Kindly, you nodded at his rambling and eased yourself out of your desk and towards the exit. Grateful at your nonverbal acquiescence, your dear friend hurried after you, his words becoming more and more rapid as the both of you bypassed fellow detectives and police officers. 

As your polished shoes tapped against the floor—quick, determined, and purposeful—you felt Touta’s hand grasp your shoulder before leading you towards the lobby area. Here, while there were many people bustling around, it was less likely that some of your coworkers near your area would be able to hound you with teasing and other delightful comments. 

As much as you loved your job, there were times that you wished that some people would not pay your business any attention!

“So…” Touta took a sip of his coffee, probably burning his tongue by the looks of it as he suddenly gasped, before he regarded you sheepishly. “How was your day?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Touta, we barely started fifteen minutes ago.”

If there was one way to completely deflate Touta’s confidence, that was it. Like a bullet had hit his chest, Touta nearly keeled forward in embarrassment, but managed to right himself at the very last second. You felt bad, but you couldn’t help but pet his arm in amusement. 

You squeezed his arm through his blazer, the crisp material comforting under your touch. “You’re nervous, so why not just tell me. Did something bad happen?”

Your voice was level, but you couldn’t help but internally wince at the concern that the both of you could clearly hear. Somewhere out there, a serial killer was running loose in the streets and committing crimes to a degree that was almost unheard of. At first, you thought that heart attacks were all coincidental—a new disease perhaps? an overrepresentation of deaths?—but then INTERPOL began to interfere and there were forums you would frequent online to check out the mess. 

Apparently, everyone’s worst fears began to be realized. 

Kira was not an entity to be trifled with.

Thankfully, Touta must have sensed where your thoughts were headed because he placed a hand over yours, his warmth a grounding presence that gently brought you back to the present. 

“Well… that depends on your answer.”

Your brows furrowed. While Touta was clearly nervous now, there was a hidden strength in his words. It wasn’t a mask for his true feelings, no. It felt like he was steeling himself for a particularly tedious case. Or for battle. 

“Well then.” You leaned back and gave him a toothy grin behind the rim of your coffee mug. Might as well enjoy your coffee if Touta decided to give you bad news so early in the morning. “Ask away.”

“What would you say to a date this Friday afternoon?”

If it were not for the fact that you knew you would have to clean the floor, you would have dropped or sputtered out your coffee. To compensate for your sudden bout of shock, you forced yourself to swallow and breathe. 

In and out.

In and out.

In and—

That’s it. 

You had to ask.

“When you say date,” you proceed to ask in caution, “do you mean as friends or as… or as…” Your cheeks burned and the tips of your ears felt like someone had struck a match in close proximity. 

What if you had misinterpreted Touta’s intentions? 

Was that possible when you had heard him so clearly?

Or perhaps you were being delusional?

As your thoughts raced, which was akin to how Touta was rambling only moments ago you now began to realize, you felt Touta take the coffee mug away from your shaky grasp. A part of you wanted to hold onto the warmth, but you also knew that had he not done so, there was a very good chance that you would have become an impromptu janitor. 

Touta leaned in close, his eyes freezing you to the spot. 

Touta was a man who was able to live and grow from insecurities. He wore his vulnerability on his sleeve and he was not afraid to tell the truth. Although he was far from perfect, you knew that he would one day make someone so happy and proud to be his partner. 

Would that partner be you?

“I’ve always admired you.” You had to strain your ears, his voice a soothing melody that barely rose above a lull. Dimly, you were aware of the world outside of this bubble, but you chose to focus on Touta. Even if he was so soft, so vulnerable at this moment, you thought him just as beautiful and as radiant as the sun. You couldn’t look away if you tried. “You’re kind, sweet, and just as driven to justice as the Chief.” He took a deep breath and smiled at you. “I know we don’t always get a happy ending in law enforcement, but I would like to at least try with you. Would you like to be my partner?”

It didn’t matter if he was holding two coffee mugs, you wanted to be close to him. 

Without so much as an answer or warning, you flung your arms around his side. Splatters of coffee could be heard as Touta awkwardly tried to hug you back, but decided not to considering the fact that he was still holding the mugs filled with hot coffee. Instead, he inclined his head atop yours. 

“Is that a yes?”

You squeezed tighter and made a promise to help him clean up the coffee after you finished conveying how much his confession meant to you. 

“Of course it is!”

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