#might be why it's a little long-winded though sorry D:

[solarmorrigan]

fic writing ask game: 4 and 13!!

Hello!

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

Assuming that their wording here was meant like "your three favorite fics currently" and not a demand to link "your three favorite fics ever right this minute," here are a few I've been returning to lately! (I've really had Steve accidentally getting his feelings crushed/revealing fucked up coping mechanisms on the brain, so there's a theme!)

perfectly misaligned by @emchant3d Honestly, I adore em's version of Steve and Eddie and anything by them is going to get a rec from me, but this one is a particular favorite. Draws the tension out just long enough that the comfort feels thoroughly earned once we crack Steve like an emotional egg <3

Still So Much to Learn by @bonitabreezy I love this one because a) it speaks a bit to the fandom's casual disregard for Steve's canon style and interests and eloquently addresses how dismissing the things someone enjoys can be as harmful as dismissing the person themself, and b) such well-written hurt/comfort

the bitterness of an apology on the tongue by loverboysteve (I know they have a Tumblr but I can't remember what it is right now, if someone knows it, I'll link it!) I just. really enjoy reading about Steve having fucked up coping mechanisms he thinks are Perfectly Normal™ because this is the way it's always been, only for someone who cares about him to go "Steve, what the fuck" and then deal with the emotional fallout. I'm so glad we all seem to agree on this

13. Do you outline your fics? How much of a headache would someone get if they just looked at an outline of yours without reading the fic?

So here's the thing. I have two settings when it comes to writing: strict outline, and "I know the ending, that's good enough." If I outline something, I have a lot of trouble deviating from it even when the story wants to pull naturally into what might be a better direction, so I feel like my writing is a lot better when it comes from the second method. Unfortunately, my memory isn't... as good as it used to be, so if I'm writing something a bit longer or with a lot of things happening at once that I want to keep track of, I need to outline it

On the other hand, this means that my outlines are really more like very rough first drafts. I can't just stick random words in there and hope I'll remember what they mean later, so I write down ideas and plot points in full, sometimes with dialogue attached. The only thing that might give someone a headache is the structure; I use that tiered bullet point feature in Word and indent things as the mood takes me. Trying to decipher my method of organization when I write it by hand might prove even more frustrating, but if you can get past that, you get a fairly complete story!

Fic Writer Ask Game

#devondespresso #thank you for sending this #I feel so crappy today and answering some questions was a very nice distraction <3 #might be why it's a little long-winded though sorry D: #answers from solar

[glorious-spoon]

U …on a place of insecurity for steddie? 👀

Hi, and thank you! This got a little bit out of control, :D

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The scars don't bother Eddie. They're not the first ones he's gotten; they won't be the last. He mourns the ragged bites missing from some of his tattoos, but he can always get new ones. And all things considered, as far as body art goes, it's hard to get more metal than a bunch of scars from being nearly torn apart by supernatural monsters.

Like. Metal as fuck.

It doesn't occur to him for a long time that Steve might feel differently. Part of it, at least for a while, is a case of embarrassing hero-worship that was probably inevitable after the guy slung him over his shoulders and carried him out of the underworld. Part of it is that Steve has a better poker face than Eddie anticipated, and a lot of experience at shoving down the stuff that bothers him so that he can keep moving.

So it takes him a while to notice that Steve wears collared shirts all the time now, scarves in the winter, turtlenecks that make him look like some kind of artsy hipster that he definitely is not. 

The scar on his throat fades from vivid purple to pink, but it still shows up when he tans, which Eddie knows because Robin (and, okay, the judicious application of Eddie's best weed) has convinced Steve to pull off his shirt and join them in the lake on this particular late-August day when they are, for once, not babysitting a pack of children.

"Come on," Steve complains, but he seems looser now, easier in his own skin than he usually is these days.

"Come on," Robin mimics. "Or I'm going to push you in with your clothes on."

"I'd like to see you try," Steve mutters, but he peels his polo shirt up and off over his head and tosses it behind him on the dock. There's miles upon miles of gorgeous skin, dotted with freckles and moles, and—yeah, a whole bunch of scars. Most of them are similar to Eddie's: torn skin stitched back together, the ragged lines of grafts and stretch marks that the doctor assured him would fade with time, as if he gives a shit. Eddie's are worse, but Steve still has the look of a patchwork doll clumsily stitched back together in some places. The line around his throat makes Eddie wince, though. It looks like someone tried to hang him; it reminds him too vividly of that moment in the Upside Down. Steve on his back, trapped and struggling and slowly strangling as he was eaten alive.

Steve glances at him. His shoulders hunch, almost imperceptibly, and then he shakes his head and dives smoothly into the water, taking long enough to surface that Eddie considers panicking about it.

Then Steve's sleek head breaks the surface. Robin splashes him, and he blows a fountain of water at her, and then Eddie gets in on it and it rapidly turns into a free-for-all before they all finally retreat back to shore, exhausted, and Steve pulls his shirt back on without even waiting to dry off.

They don't talk about it, not then. But Eddie spends the rest of the day thinking about it, and the rest of the following day, and then it's a week later and he's making out with Steve on the couch at his new trailer, which has probably been a long time coming, to be honest.

Steve's an unsurprisingly good kisser, and he seems perfectly enthusiastic about Eddie's wandering hands, laughing under his breath and hauling Eddie in until he's straddling him. Eddie laughs, delighted, and kisses him again. It's all going fucking great until his fingers brush the edges of the scar that winds up to a narrow terminus under Steve's jaw.

He feels it when Steve goes still, and doesn't realize why for a moment. Then he remembers.

"Should I not—"

"Sorry," Steve says immediately, and drops his head back against the couch, wincing. Eddie shifts his weight, wondering if he should move. But Steve's hands are still on his thighs, and he doesn't seem like he's about to shove Eddie off.

"Nah, man, it's okay. I get it, trust me. If you want me to be like" —he lifts both hands, palm out, demonstrating— "you know, hands off about the battle scars kinda thing…"

Steve makes a face, half a wince. "You noticed that, huh."

"I notice a lot of things about you," Eddie says honestly.

"Sorry."

"Like, I totally get it—I mean, not totally, obviously, but I'm not gonna do something if it freaks you out."

Steve sighs. "It doesn't freak me out. They're just—I don't know. Fucking ugly."

"They're not," Eddie says immediately.

Silence for a moment. Then Steve says, "I'm sorry. That was a dick thing to say."

"Oh, what, you mean because we got matching body art now?" Eddie asks.

"I mean. Yeah."

"Doesn't bother me. They're metal as fuck."

Steve smiles a little. And it's wanting to keep that smile, maybe, that has Eddie sitting back across his thighs to pull his shirt off and toss it aside, leaving him on display—scars and all. Steve's breath catches a little, but the look on his face isn't freaked out; instead, it's soft and wondering. "Can I—?"

"By all means knock yourself out," Eddie says, and then Steve's warm hands are smoothing lightly up his sides, over the patchy scar tissue. It still feels weird—oversensitive in some places, numb in others—but something about the way Steve is touching him right now feels reverent, almost. Then he leans forward to press a careful kiss to the worst of them, a big ragged shiny patch spanning the front and top of Eddie's left shoulder. Eddie shudders; Steve sighs against his skin.

"You like that," he says.

"I'm gonna be totally honest with you, I'll probably like just about anything you want to do right now."

Steve huffs out a laugh, ducking his head, and leans up to kiss Eddie's mouth again. Then he leans back and peels his shirt off too, a quick movement that almost ends in him elbowing Eddie in the face.

He's gorgeous like this, all freckled skin and sturdy muscles. And yeah, the scars—it's not that Eddie doesn't get Steve's deal with them. They're a physical reminder of the pain, of all the shit they went through, and they're the kind of thing that most people would probably have questions about, even if that question was just holy shit what happened, did it hurt?

Eddie was there, though. He knows.

"You can touch me," Steve says after a moment, during which Eddie seriously contemplates sitting on his hands to keep from doing exactly that. "If you want."

"Oh, thank god," Eddie says, all in a rush, and Steve starts laughing, the tension between them breaking.

Or not breaking, he thinks, as he slides a careful hand up Steve's scarred chest, lightly flicking a nipple as he goes and watching the quick intake of breath that nets him. Not breaking, just changing shape. Becoming sweeter. He keeps touching Steve, slow and careful, and feels Steve's tense body loosen beneath him just as slowly. Only then does he lean forward to press his mouth to the side of Steve's throat, where the scar is thickest.

Steve's breath catches again. Eddie stills.

"This okay?" he asks. His lips don't leave Steve's skin, so he can feel the way that Steve swallows before he nods.

"Yeah," he whispers. "It's okay."

Eddie kisses him again, closed-mouthed and lingering and as sweet as he can make it.

"Just means we survived," he whispers. "All this shit just means we made it. We're still here."

"Yeah," Steve whispers again. He tilts his head back, baring his throat to Eddie's mouth, and shudders when he kisses him there again. "I'm really glad we're still here."

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #prompt fic #my fic

[nhstadler]

A   S H O T   I N   T H E   D A R K

Two song choices: 

One:

Two (for my Swifties):

So, I’ve had this James POV sitting around and I thought I’d finally share it considering we’re reaching the end of this journey. I’m not entirely happy with it because I’m not good at writing spicy scenes. They can go wrong so easily because there’s such a fine line between ‘just enough’ and ‘entirely ridiculous’. That being said, *trigger warning* for very mild spice. Like, one chilli pepper. Nothing explicit.

Please let me know what you think. I’m always so thankful for feedback, no matter how short, long, cryptic. And finally, thanks for still being here. It’s been an honour writing for you guys.

A   S H O T   I N   T H E   D A R K

For a second, I think I’ve lost my mind. That my endless thoughts of her have somehow taken shape and are playing cruel tricks on me. Because she’s there, in front of my window, still in that damn dress and clutching my jacket around her shoulders as snow drifts by, catching in her blonde waves. 

“What…” I freeze as I stare at her, my T-shirt stuck to my arms half-way, not daring to move for a moment; like she’s a deer and I might scare her away. I’m still not entirely convinced this is real, but then she lifts her arm and gives me a wave, her lips tugging into a careful smile.

It’s not in my head. 

Seth Woodley is actually standing in front of my window in the middle of the night, waving at me.

“Woodley?” I hastily pull my shirt all the way down, stumbling over my backpack - still where I dropped it two weeks ago - as I cross the room to open the window. “Are you okay?” I look her over, not exactly sure what I’m searching for. But she’s here, alone, standing in the frigid cold in her gauzy ball gown and I want to make it OK again. Whatever it is. “What happened? How did you-”

“I apparated,” she says, almost surprised, her words turning into puffs of smoke, clouding her face for a second. “I meant to end up at Katie’s house but –” Her cheeks darken slightly, the colour extending to the tip of her nose as another gust of biting wind whips through the trees. “I kind of messed up?”

I still can’t quite wrap my mind around this; around her, standing outside my window, eyes wide and biting her lip like my wildest fever dream. I’ve thought about this too much - about Seth in my room, my bed - but this feels fragile. Like the phone booth. Like I could mess it all up too easily. 

The smart thing would have been to tell her to go. But I’m decidedly stupid.

“Come on, Woodley,” I say when a shiver runs through her body and then hold my hand out to her. “It’s freezing.” 

Her gaze drops to my hand, like she, too, knows that she’s making a mistake, but then she takes a sharp breath and reaches out, letting me pull her up to the ledge and into my room. She stumbles a little, slipping on the icy wood, and I swipe my arm around her middle to catch her.

“Sorry.” She looks up at me then, her eyes round and so grey and damn it, I’m pathetic. There was still a part of me that hoped that maybe kissing her would get her out of my system, but it’s useless. Because all I can think about right now is kissing her again. All night.

Instead, I clear my throat and step away from her, still not entirely sure what to make of this; why she came here of all places. Apparition is not a vague sort of magic - you can’t take a wrong turn and accidentally end up somewhere else. That’s not how it works and we both know it.

“You’re not seventeen yet, are you?” I walk to my door to turn the lock for good measure. It’s late, but there’s no telling if Lily won’t suddenly burst into my room, demanding to draw a glitter pygmy puff onto my face.  

Seth looks at me for a long second, biting her lip again, and then nods. There’s a kind of haziness to her movements, her reactions, and I realise that she’s still drunk.

Right.

“So -” I say, trying to give her a casual grin even though something coarse is winding itself around my heart, crushing the dumb flicker of hope that sparked there when I saw her standing in front of my window.

“I’m not supposed to apparate, no.” She shrugs, like it’s not a big deal, even though I know it is. I know that she cares, that this nonchalant act isn’t her. Something’s wrong and I should give her a sweatshirt and take her home before I can do something very dumb. Even though I want to be dumb so badly. Just for a second.

“Did you get into trouble?” I ask, skirting my bed as I walk back over to her. It’s unmade with my blanket piled on top and I curse myself a little for not cleaning my room when Mum told me to. It’s a mess and I can see Seth’s gaze sliding to the heap of clothes on my chair and the unfortunate pair of Quidditch underpants that dangle from the armrest. 

“Did you?” Seth gives me a grin that doesn’t fail to make my stomach jolt, even when I know it’s not real; even when I know she’s still pretending. But I humour her. Because she’s smiling and flirty and I’m weak.

“For kissing a girl?” I watch her cheeks flush, all the way across her nose, and for a moment, I don’t care that she’s been drinking or that she’s acting strange. Because she came here. Just like she let me kiss her in the Ministry phone box. A part of her wants to be with me and I want it to be enough. Even when I know it’s not.

“Your family probably wasn’t too thrilled.” I slide my hands into the pockets of my joggers instead of around her waist and watch the expression on her face shift - eyebrows drawing closer and lips pressing together as she avoids my gaze - and it all makes sense.

I only caught glimpses of her family when we stumbled out of the phone booth, mostly because she was ushered away immediately, before I could even so much as talk to her, but she’d told me earlier, hadn’t she? About that guy she was supposed to marry and about her family’s expectations.  

Maybe that’s why she came here; still drunk and reckless, trying to prove a point.

“I still have your jacket,” she says awkwardly all of a sudden, sliding the thing off her shoulders and holding it out to me. She’s probably realised it too; that this is the last place she should be. That I’m nothing but a bad decision. 

“Maybe - maybe I should go,” she says quickly, and I can see it in her face - the flicker of reason that pushes to the surface. 

“Yeah.” I let out a breath as I take the jacket from her and throw it onto the pile of clothes on my chair. I don’t want her to go, but I also don’t want her to stay like this. Like I’m just the means, not the reason. “Maybe.”

“Yeah.” Her voice is a whisper, fizzling out at the edges as she takes a step closer and places her palms against my chest. She’s frowning up at me, her eyes like storm clouds, fingers digging into the fabric of my T-shirt and, even though I know that this is going to hurt, I give in to it - to her.

I’ve kissed many girls before - and Augi on a dare - but kissing Seth feels different. New, somehow. Fluttery and shaky and so slow, like I’m doing it for the first time - nervous and a little scared to mess it up. She’s tugging on my T-shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric like she wants to tear it off, and I’m not really thinking as I pull it over my head. 

Seth blinks at me, her eyes and hair bright in the semi-darkness of my room, and then her gaze drops to my arm, her brows furrowing as she studies the letters that a very shifty bloke inked into my skin there in some London back alley two years ago.

“Seth,” I say, coming to my senses a little now that she’s stopped kissing me, even though my blood flow is directed somewhere else entirely. “Maybe we should -”

She looks back up at me, shaking her head just the slightest bit as she leans into me again, and I’m pathetically helpless when her mouth opens against mine. My tongue brushes against her lips and she makes a small sound that is my complete undoing, pulling resolutely on something below my abdomen. My fingers find the zipper on the back of her dress and, though I hesitate for a heartbeat, I’m too far gone to stop. 

It slides down her body, crumpling on the floor around us in a heap of silk, leaving her in nothing but gauzy underwear. It’s pale blue, with pink and red flower embroidery crawling along the lace, and I take my time taking her in - every detail - because she’s perfect.

Seth’s cheeks are flushed as I slide a hand into her hair and tip her head back, but she doesn’t pull away. When I kiss her again, it’s a little harder, a little more desperate, and it occurs to me then that I probably should be more careful. That I should slow down, because I don’t know if she’s done this before.

But she’s clinging to my shoulders, body pressed against mine, and I’m beyond reasonable thought as I trail my hand down her back until I can feel the tiny flower applications underneath my fingertips. 

We stumble a bit as I push her towards my bed - almost clumsily, with my hands grabbing her waist and pulling her into me a bit too roughly - and I bang my knee against my bed frame like an overeager 13-year-old. But she’s there, underneath me, her heart racing against my chest with every fast, shallow breath and her eyes heavy lidded. 

It feels wholly unreal as I press my lips against her throat, kissing and licking down the column of her neck to the birthmark above her collarbone while my hand drifts to the soft skin of her thigh. I don’t know what time it is, for how long we’ve been doing this, but it barely matters. 

I try to pace myself, but I’m breathing too fast and my heart stumbles along as I push closer, propping myself up just enough to not crush her underneath me. And then, she looks at me with those eyes that could be a painting and my breath catches embarrassingly.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, though I can’t say them. I should ask her if she’s sure about this. If this is alright. But I feel her fingers tremble slightly as she weaves them into my hair, the hitch in her heartbeat, and I know it’s not. 

She doesn’t want this - me. Not really. Not like I want her.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I mumble to myself as I push myself up too forcefully, but I have to. I have to bring physical distance between us to jolt myself out of this. “Shit.”

“What?” Seth blinks at me, the look of confusion on her face fading to something more gut-wrenching. She’s yanked the covers up to her collarbones, mortified, and I hate that I’m doing this to her. That she’s doing this to me. 

“I – I can’t fucking do this.” I shake my head, hands clutching at my hair, but I can’t look at her. Because it fucking hurts and I don’t know what to do. How to make it stop.

#hntbaw #hpfanfiction #nextgen #fanfiction #jamessiriuspotter #hownottobeawoodley #aesthetics #aesthetic #moodboard #james potter #james sirius potter

[babyjakes]

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | flashback

pairing | daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw daddy!steve, trauma/ptsd/flashbacks, trauma was experienced in childhood (no details or specifics given, reader does say “owwy” once to indicate pain), this one’s heavier than all the others but it feels really important to me still, therapeutic/coping practices i’ve personally learned/utilized included

word count | 677

daddy!steve knows a lot about ptsd and helping with flashbacks from helping bucky once he was rescued from hydra, it breaks his heart that his little girl has to struggle with such severe episodes of reliving her trauma but he is always prepared and ready to assist in the most gentle, soothing ways

maybe reader experienced a lot of terrible stuff during childhood and so being in littlespace can be a bit of a double edged sword, sometimes it brings up unexpected memories that can be difficult to navigate or avoid

steve knows the exact expression that appears on reader’s face when it begins. it starts with a strange, spacey look in her eyes. he usually tries to pause whatever they’re doing to just get a handle on the situation

maybe one day they’re playing with some of her toys on her rug and steve makes a gesture with one of the dolls that sets her off. she gets the wide eyed, deer in the headlights look as her gaze is settled on something in the distance. her voice always becomes so small and she becomes stuck halfway between what she’s remembering and where she is in the present

“baby?” steve’s pushed the toys aside, gently sitting in front of her with his legs crossed. he doesn’t want to touch her yet in case it might be too much “can you focus on my voice, sweetheart?”

tears are trailing down reader’s cheeks but she can’t move to wipe them away. she’s shaking, or more like jerking as everything replays in her mind. “owwy.. please… d-daddy?”

steve can’t help but feel so helpless every time 😔 there’s only so much he can do, when he would really like to just rip the horrible memories out of her sweet little head for good. “daddy’s right here, baby. right here with you- you’re safe, doll”

“h-happening again,” she whimpers, they both know now it’s sort of a waiting game until her brain can settle down. waiting for it to be over’s the worst part

“i know, baby. it’s okay, daddy’s here with you” she can’t see him 😔 can just see the horrible flashes of images as they assault her memory. that’s why it’s so important he keeps talking to her, telling her he’s right there. “can i hold your hand, baby? safe touch, just daddy’s hand on yours”

she offers a little nod, maybe touch is something they’ve worked up to as they’ve had to go through these episodes together. his hand is so gentle, so careful as he places it on hers. she flinches a little but let’s him, he rubs circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. still talking to her, trying to keep her with him “still right here baby. doing so good. daddy loves you so much, y/n. you’re okay, you’re safe”

she cries through it, something she wasn’t able to do as a child. though it’s hard to watch, Steve knows it’s important for her to be able to let out all the sadness and hurt and fear she had to hold in at such a young age, for so long. he shushes her soothingly as she cries, acknowledging her pain. “i know, baby. i’m so sorry. so, so sorry little one. daddy’s right here, sweet girl. you’re alright, you’re not alone”

when things are slowly beginning to wind down, she’s able to interact a little more and tolerate more help steve might be able to give. he helps to ground her back into the room, talking about all her favorite things in her little-friendly bedroom. her fluffy bed with all her stuffed animals, her play rug with all her toys, the big rainbow mural steve painted on one of the walls, all the art and pictures they’ve made together hanging from a set of string lights. when she’s ready, she crawls into his lap, exhausted and in need of lots of snuggles

“there’s my pretty girl, i got you baby. come here, little love. daddy can’t wait to hold you”

#eun’s writing #whumptember 2022 #Steve rogers #Steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #hurt/comfort #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #daddy!steve rogers #steve rogers x little!reader #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers blurb #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers imagine #captain america #captain america fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

[konohamaru-sensei]

similarities

Merry Christmas @qettleqorn!! I am so happy that last year (also around christmas!) I randomly decided to VC with you and we just talked for hours that day and got a long so great! You've become one of my closes people here, someone I share a lot with (Even when I'm embarrassed) and someone I really love talking to. Thank you for everything this year and wish you all the best for the next!

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Nanami X Oc / Also Sukuna x OC

Courtesan JJK Au with special appearance of @fireflylitsky's Izumi

sorry that it ends so suddenly I had no idea for an end so its just there! :D

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There was a commotion outside of the doors, some yelling and something dropped something that sounded like a pan with a loud clang on the ground. Kin opened her eyes and blinked into the half light coming from the windows. “I’m sorry, my lady,” the man beside her said. “They should be more considerate of you.”

“It’s alright, Kento,” she yawned. After all, it was rather unlikely that a guest stayed over long into the next day. If she came back late, it would just cause too much chatter anyway. 

She pushed herself up and shook out the locks of her hair. “Next time you just have to come to me”, she said with a wink. “Then we can remain undisturbed as long as we like.” 

Kento smiled friendly: “I understand that the permanent place on your side is already filled by another.” He said it so sweetly, as if he was not trying to accuse her of anything, but she’d met him often enough to hear the slight wind of envy. It was true though, if Kin ordered Kento to come to the palace she would have to lend Sukuna out to someone else to make space for him and Sukuna quite liked his high position at court.

“Well maybe you could share then,” she winked back and though she had told him often enough to be honest with her, he just lowered his head a little as if to say “As you wish.” He really was very good at this. That’s why she kept coming back and kept paying the rising fees that he was worth.

She had tried, of course, to get Kento to move to the palace with her to keep him from being bought out by anyone else but her, but Kin had to learn that he very much enjoyed the work he was doing and liked the freedom that the red light district offered him. At least in comparison to the shut in feeling of palace walls. She couldn’t fault him for that, no matter how much she might have wanted to.

It was not like Kin wasn’t satisfied with the men that were brought to her. Sukuna had been such a promising courtesan that she had paid a good sum to get him to stay and though Kenjaku had left to pursue his own things, he had been more than serviceable. But she had been feeling out for something new, maybe someone younger and this house had a good line up of young shining stars. So she had come by to look for herself.

The white haired boy, Satoru, was the talk of the town, his slightly smaller but no less handsome companion Suguru had the women in the palace swooning and their friend Mei Mei was the dream that many women and men at court were too poor to afford, but Kin had immediately taken to Kento. 

He wasn’t as tall as Satoru, as conventionally handsome as Suguru or as bold as Mei Mei. He was soft, his voice was deep, his hands were warm and Kin had wanted to steal him away instantly. Without success, at least so far.

So she had no choice but to come back out here regularly to see him and his fee went up with every visit she did to see him. “Can other people even afford you still?” she had asked him jokingly one time as they were sitting in a hot bathtub together. He had smiled as friendly as always and his answer “Some” had annoyed her more than she wanted to admit.

If only Sukuna wasn’t so territorial, then maybe she could just bring him around. Sure, both men would agree to it because it was their job, but Sukuna really liked to take charge himself. Over the many years he had served Kin he really had developed a feeling of superiority over her other partners. As if he was the best person and nobody else would ever be able to satisfy her as he did.

“My lady,” Kento said and pressed a soft kiss to her naked shoulder. “I think it's about time for you to make your way.” He didn’t say it, but Kin knew he meant that he needed time to get ready for the next clients in the evening.

She was about to put his hair out of his eyes and agree with him that it was time to go when the door flew open. A boy was in the doorway and at first glance Kin could feel her heart stop for a second. The cherry blossom hair and the jawline looked way too similar to someone she knew very well.

“Itadori-kun”, Kento said and sat up. “You should not come in here at this time. Especially not without knocking.”

The boy flushed instantly: “I’m sorry Nanamin.” He was stuttering. “I just saw that you didn’t get breakfast yet and…”

A scream was audible behind the boy and then two arms reached for him. “Yuuji!” It was the voice of the woman that Kin knew as being head of the maids in the place. “What the hell are you doing?”  A head with black hair stuck their head into the room. “Uh, excuse the boy’s behaviour, madam, eh, please enjoy your time.” Then she pulled the boy and pushed the door closed.

Kin had rarely noticed what had happened, she was too fixated on the appearance of the boy. “Who is he?” She asked Kento.

“Itadori Yuuji. He was growing up around here as an orphan. Uchiha-san, the head of maids, took him in. She was the one who disciplined him just now.”

Kin nodded. “Do you know where he is from?”

Kento raised a brow as if he was curious why she wanted to know that. “Many of us people around here have no real family. He is training in this establishment to earn some money. As far as I know Master Yaga never asks for background as long as people work hard.”

So they had no idea who was among them. Kin’s heart was beating against her ribcage. It seemed impossible to think that this boy had found his way back so close to his family, with how big the world and the country was, but she would have recognised that hair colour anywhere. He had grown to look a lot like his father.

Kento seemed suspicious when Kin hurried to get dressed next to him, but etiquette told him not to ask what was on her mind. Instead he made himself presentable and walked her down the large staircase to the exit of the building as always. “When are you planning on letting me see you again?” he asked as always in this overly polite manner to not imply he was begging or trying to get her money.

“Soon,” Kin replied exactly as always. She always sent notice ahead of time for him to clear his schedule, but she never did longer than 24 h ahead. 

No kiss goodbye, they were now in public after all, but she took his hand and squeezed it before the door to the carriage opened and she slipped inside. There was a much smaller woman already sitting inside, a purple kimono matching her dark hair. She was Kin’s closest attendant and cousin, royal enough to be dressed in riches but not nearly royal enough to be of importance. They were always together.

“Did you wait long?” Kin asked, because she didn’t want to lead with her news fist.

Izumi shrugged: “You take your time with this one, I know you might be late.” She was referring to Kento. Kin had suggested Izumi go meet him too, mostly because they often shared such things with one another, but her cousin had lately been focused on her actual marriage instead of looking for fun outside of it.

“I have news,” Kin couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Incredibly big news. Izumi, my dear, I found one of them.”

The other woman turned her head: “One of what?”

“Kids.” Kin reached over to take her hand. “I found one of your kids.”

The carriage wheels wobbled forward over the cobblestone, pushing both women from left to right as the wood kept creaking under their weight. And though there was so much noise around them, the silence that fell between the two friends was almost as audible. Izumi first went white and then her cheeks coloured red.

“You’re joking”, she said as if it was a matter of fact.

Kin grabbed her hand closer: “No, I would never joke about such a thing.”

Izumi stared into her lap: “You found one of my kids? In the whorehouse?”

“Yes.” Kin knew that's not what she wanted to hear, but it was the truth.

“Which one?”

“Yuuji.” Kin was amazed that the name had stuck, even though he’d probably grown up mostly on his own.

“Yuuji..” Izumi’s eyes blurred and it looked like she was lost in memories.

“He is training there,” Kin explained. “Apparently an apprentice.”

Izumi looked up. “So we can still stop him from working! If I could just go to see -”

“You can’t.” Kin cut her off before she could finish her thought. “Remember, you can’t talk to him.”

“Right,” Izumi’s eyes fell to her hands again. “That was what I promised when I gave them away.” That was the trouble of being royal, but not royal enough. You had power to choose your high profile courtesans, but children out of marriage had to be given away. It was cruel, but it was the law.

“Will you tell him?” Izumi asked without looking at her friend. “That you found his son, I mean?”

Kin laughed a little: “I don’t think he’d care.”

“Suppose not,” Izumi agreed.

They sat side by side like this for a while, as the walls of the palace closed behind them. Kin kept holding Izumi’s hand tightly to offer her support. They’d done so much together all their lives and Kin hated that she was put in the position to give up two sons in the first place. 

After a while Izumi turned to the other woman. “Do you think I can at least look at him? See him?”

Kin didn’t know how she could summon the child without making it look suspicious, especially with Kento already having noticed something was odd, but she didn’t like it when her friend looked so defeated. “Definitely. I will make sure you will.”

#fic tag #this is queqed so idk what happens when this goes live #other peoples ocs #maybe dont put your best character into a box forever

[luimagines]

beep boop beep anon who asked about sharing stuff coming in to bring you: the chain meets child raised by fairies

do be aware, I developed this around and oc so she has a name but shdjdj not sure how okay is to share that so for now imma just be neutral about it (might slip though)

in general: the chain finds a child in the middle of the forest who happens to have bene raised by fairies and end up basically adopting them and taking them with them because. they aint leaving them in the woods

they have no idea why or how the fairies ended up taking care of a kid but go off I guess

kiddo is about 8 years old and speaks as much hylian as a toddler would. they are fluent in fairy tongue though, which, throws the chain on a loop

Hyrule becomes the offical-unofficial translator

Wars and Time understand her some— thought Time is a bit... lost shdjd

(I headcanon fairies and kokiri speak two different dialects. fairies living with kokiris speak both. Time only learned kokiri so it's... a hot mess)

Wind wants to learn how to cuss in fairy. He is convinced the child knows how to because Hyrule pauses every so often to come up with an alternative word for the cussing

Four would make a small dagger for them. He fails to make it on time though and the kid ends up stealing one from Legend (very hilarious, he is mad but he is not figjting with the fairy kid who cusses and has a dagger on hand. end up accepting he no longer owns that dagger)

Sky would make them tiny wooden figures so they can play

Wars and Wild keep an eye on the kid's food intake because both know refeeding syndrome is a thing. Kiddo isn't terribly underweight, but they probs ate idk berries and eggs and maybe stolen bread from the closest village

Hyrule has no idea about it and gives the kid fish (they end up with a stomach ache)

Kiddo absolutely loves being dressed up but refuses to let go of a poncho the fairies made for her

Twilight tries to play with her both as hylian and as wolfie. wolfie earns the kid's trust first

shenanigans happen for them to not drop them off in the nearest village ✌🏼✨️ this is long already so shhdjdjd not sharing it yet

Whhaaaaatt?!?!?!?!?

By all means go off XD

I'm sorry for answering this so late, I was saving it <3

That being said, I had to look up what refeeding was and then again in terms I could understand. but I got the jist of it. Basically, if you go a long time without certain foods and stuff, suddenly introducing them to your diet can/will have uncomfortable/ terrible consequences.

That being said, Reader ok and all, but you wouldn't be the first person to bring up an oc around here. I don't mind it one bit what's her name. She sounds awesome XD

I feel like we would be fast friends- minus the cursing. I relate to Hyrule on that part of having to change and "translate" it into something a little more palatable.

Legend just giving up that dagger is so funny. I could picture his face perfectly and frankly, that's a valid argument on the kid's side. XD

And Time! I think he would probably be able to understand a word every now and then. He defiantly understands the curse words. With Tatl by his side? He's not sure what they actually mean- but he knows a curse when he hears it. Xd

I want to hear more. I'll all for it

:D

#pinky replies

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding (Part One)

Part of the Yes Daddy Verse

Prequel

Prequel Series: 1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6

Yes Daddy: 1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6 x 7 x 8

Adventures in Toyland: Introduction

1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6 x 7

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: Nothing really, sorry guys this chapter is all fluff! Swearing, feminization, drug use, a little grinding and kisses but this is just a happy fluff chapter 🖤 Rating: PG-13

Neither of them had ever been the type to plan things out. No, they were wild at heart and deficient of attention and a little mental at times. Perhaps that was why even though they'd been engaged for over a year and desperate to claim each other in every way possible they still weren't married on paper. They'd made plenty of jokes, the idea of running away to Vegas came up constantly or just going to the court house, but Dom thought Colson wanted something showier and Kells was positive his Dominic wanted to dress up. They were both so terrified of disappointing the other that they never even asked and it just got swept under the rug over and over again. That is until some of their friends took it upon themselves to get the boys absolutely shit faced.

It was interesting because though their friends were around each other frequently they hadn't exactly intermingled, which is why it took so long for any of them to realize the two gave about the same amount of fucks as to how they got hitched, they just wanted to be together. Mod had asked Tom to help him with a video shoot and while editing they'd begun to talk. It didn't take long before they were complaining about their respective boy problems, how their best friend was constantly whining about still just being engaged. For Dom it was sadness and worry over actresses trying to steal his man for arm candy and for Col it was self hatred for not doing right by his bitch but ultimately they found they faced the exact same problem. They needed better friends.

No, they realized neither cared how it happened, they just wanted the end result and it got the two from bitching to calculating to actually setting something up. Of course it would have to start with lots and lots of alcohol.

That's how Dom and Col found themselves three sheets to the wind and window shopping little white chapels under the painfully bright lights of the Strip. They were dressed to the nines though they barely remembered how they got that way and stumbling over themselves. Mod was attempting to be the designated decider and Tom was leading them, his back to the world as he snapped booze soaked memories for when they couldn't recall a thing later. They were all buzzing with excitement and worried at the pain they might cause other people but the wedded pair-to-be had been kidnapped and couldn't change a thing- yet another calculation. They both knew they'd thank their friends for it later. No matter what they said it was a personal experience and they didn't need anyone else watching.

"Daddy look!" The boy slurred, pointing one of his white latex covered fingers at the perfect chapel. It was hot pink and precious with a rock n roll vibe and there was an Elvis impersonator smoking a joint on the steps. It felt like a sign to his liquor addled mind and he jumped happily in his platform ivory creepers.

Col laughed and pulled his lover close, giving him yet another once over. The all white still made him smirk but it was the sluttiest wedding dress he'd ever seen. Honestly it's what he pictured strippers wearing at stag parties. Bone pale fishnet clung to his skin in a long sleeve top, barely covered by a ripped to shreds and safety pinned tee. The tutu was cute though, he had to admit and more than anything he just wanted to bend the punk over and see what panties he picked.

He was dressed much more relaxed but no less on point, a red suit to match his baby's hair and a white button up underneath, with his patent alabaster docs to finish it up. Dom had actually drooled when their friends took the blindfolds off, they'd meant to leave them on until they were in a church but they were both getting too frisky in the car and it was almost impossible to lead them around even with their vision working. "It's perfect doll." He sighed back, trying to pull his princess in for a kiss but his BFF stepped in and yanked the punk away.

"Shit guys, we're literally feet away. You can wait. Come on babe you can walk with me." The rocker tugged at Dom's shiny white palm and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He got them a few feet in front of the grumbling rapper and whispered- "You look beautiful. Thank you for taking care of him." The kid sniffled, holding back his emotions because he refused to mess up his makeup and while he didn't completely agree with the statement, he could admit they took care of each other. That's what it was all about though wasn't it?

The King impersonator choked on a toke when they stopped in front of him, his brows going high behind his glasses. "Holy sh- Mama!" The man caught himself halfway through cursing and tried to pull his facade back. Kells reached to shake his hand and steal his weed. "What can I do for y'all?"

Colson arched a brow as he took a deep drag, teasingly looking between the chapel and his bride. "Here to buy a car obviously. What do you think?" It wasn't his best sarcastic line, he was a little too drunk but the guy laughed nervously anyway which was good enough for him.

"Play nice luv, it's our wedding night." Dom pouted trying to curl himself around his daddy but Derek pulled him back, grumbling about needing child backpack leashes on them both.

"Oh, awesome!" The Elvis grinned, seemingly giving up on the act. "Come on, I'll give you guys the full package on the house!" He pulled his leather jacket up to reveal a sleeve of music themed tattoos. A few that made them realize he was probably acting so flustered because he was a fan and some that implied he was definitely batting for their team. "Seriously, I'll take care of you. You guys fucking rock! Can I just say..." He started nervously. "I totally called this from your first video!" Kells chuckled and his bride-to-be agreed.

"You're not giving my bitch the full package kid." Colson joked, giving the actor a wink when he blushed and Dom tried to swat him.

"Don't fuck 'is up. You give 'im a 'eart attack who's gonna marry us?"

"Then let's fucking go. Wanna fuck you already." Col whined back, the poor officiate was blushing so hot he was probably sweating. The neon above made him look cherry red.

"Charming. That's exactly wha' a bride wants to 'ear." Dominic rolled his eyes but honestly he was flattered, he always was. He loved how much his daddy needed him. After all, it was just as bad for him. Already he could feel his lace thong a mess of precum and he felt pussy wet as his very soon husband liked to say.

The impersonator led them inside and Mod kept them separate as best he could until they reached the main room and he dragged the rapper away. "Literally two seconds and you'll be back together. Fuck you guys, you're obsessed." He chuckled as the doors shut behind them and Dom was left with his best friend and the camera he hadn't put down.

"You look beautiful." The man smiled, lowering his hand and reaching to fix the singer's veil with the other. It was attached with a cute little tiara, marking him the princess Col called him all the time.

"Yeah?" He asked, his eyes misting and his heart racing in his chest. They didn't need to talk much, they knew each other better than that and Tom was one of the only people the punk could just be quiet with. "Fank you for 'is. Not sure we ever woulda figured it out." He huffed, fidgeting with his skirt.

"No shit." He thought he caught the man sigh but it was so quiet he let him grumble to himself and he laughed when his friend offered his arm. "Someone has to give you to the bastard. Might as well be me."

He could tell Tommy was more emotional than he was letting on, he always was. He was right though, it shouldn't be anyone else. "Course it would be you." Dom beamed. "You kept us together luv." It was true, he knew the photographer had been pulling their puppet strings almost since day one. Tom was the one who told him he had to do the collaboration, he told Colson to go to London when the singer wouldn't answer his phone, he texted the rapper to join them on tour when Dom was feeling too bad about everything, he helped them with their entire relationship really and without him they wouldn't even be in Vegas. "Ain't no one I'd rather 'ave wiv me."

They were so wrapped up in their moment they both startled when the music started up and the door opened. Right inside was a drag queen who looked like a pin-up model and she handed Dom a bouquet of black and red roses before disappearing again. Yeah, this was the perfect place for them. Jade eyes took in the room, four empty pews and a little stage at the front. It was small and kitschy, something akin to an old rock club mixed with a disco and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd let him shoot a video here someday but nothing else mattered when his gaze found his lover. Everything went quiet and he felt himself calmed. It felt like his whole life led to this.

Kells smiled when their eyes met, his fiancé was perfect and he just wanted to get this over with so he could get his boy back to bed where they belonged. Of course he wanted to be married but he didn't care about the showy part all that much, he just wanted to call his bitch his. Derek was next to him, playing an electric guitar he found somewhere and the Elvis was on his other side, still shaking like a leaf.

Dom knew he was supposed to step carefully and slow but he'd never been either of those things and he wasn't about to start. His arm linked with Tom's and his fist gripped the flowers tight and he stomped down the aisle the same way he entered Col's house all that time before. Tom huffed but was smiling so wide, for once his camera laid forgotten around his neck. He could take more pictures after, this he wanted to be present for, not live through a lense. The closer they got the better Dom felt and when he was finally at his partner's side he could only think of one thing to say. "'Ere's me Machine Gun."

Kells felt his eyes burn with unshed tears, fuck his baby knew exactly what would get him. The whole trip he'd been thinking over their relationship and remembering the story of how they'd met. It felt like it all started with that, 'Where's the Machine Gun?' and their night would end with Dom being his Mrs. But first Tom had to actually give the kid away. He held his hand out as the officiant stuttered through the script but he barely heard a word. Everything felt like a blur around him but that boy he loved so much.

"I do." Tom sniffled when asked who gave Dom away and with one last squeeze to his hand and a kiss to his cheek that Colson growled about he let his friend go and handed him over. "Always trusted you with him."

That made the rapper grin and he nodded his thanks but he couldn't take his eyes off his queen. He looked like sin in snow white taffeta and latex and he felt his cock jerk in his too tight crimson pants. Those raven painted lips mouthed 'I love you' but when he moved in for a kiss he was stopped by a flash from Tom's camera.

They were both calmer than they thought possible and unable to look anywhere else but somehow as drunk and needy as they felt they recited everything they were told. When the fan paused and asked if they had their own vows Dom blushed but nodded fast, of course tradition wasn't enough. They hadn't been conventional since the day they were born and they wouldn't start with something so important. For the first time that night the punk felt truly nervous. How could he sum up everything his lover meant to him?

His breath shook and he handed the impersonator his bouquet, curling both his palms in his fiancé's. "I didn't fink I'd ever learn 'ow to love. Wiv 'ow I grew up I fhought… I fhought I weren't worthy. I craved belonging so bad I started a bloody band." He laughed wetly, he couldn't stop the tears anymore. He just hoped his eyeliner held up. "I fink I were in love wiv yas from the moment we first met. You… you give me wha' no one else can. I feel complete wiv yas. You make me feel safe and loved and accepted and… fuck I barely know wha' to say tha' I don't tell ya all the time. You keep me sane. You… you 'elp me love me'self and when I can't do it you do. You the love of me life Colson. You every'fin."

Kells cleared his throat, fighting the lump that threatened to choke him. He didn't want to cry like a bitch but he didn't know if he could help it. His hands shook with pent up emotions and Dom squeezed him tighter, his pillow soft smile and heart eyed stare gave him strength. "I didn't have anything to live for before you stomped into my life and took up all the fucking space. No one shines as bright as you baby, nothing makes me feel as much. All this doesn't matter to me but I'd do anything to make you smile at me like you are right now. When shit gets tough you're what keeps me going. You inspire me every fucking day, and when I need it you kick my ass just right. You ground me when nothing else does and I just… you know I didn't have anything growing up and I thought I couldn't love right… that something was wrong inside me. You showed me my heart bitch. Without you I'm nothing and fuck I just… I just want to start our lives together and have a family with you. You're it babe, you're everything."

Dom didn't know how he made it through all of it without bawling but he stayed mostly composed until their friends produced two simple platinum bands. This whole night had obviously been carefully planned out down to his undergarments even and while maybe they both didn't think they understood love until each other, they knew they had been deeply loved for years. He took the larger one with trembling fingers, glad for the grip of the latex or it would be lost and he slid it carefully on his lover's hand, hearing the two most important words his man would ever say to him. "I do." When the question was turned on him and Colson was trying to work the glove off his hand he couldn't help but giggle.

Col almost growled when his boy slipped the latex between his teeth but he bit down on the fabric and held tight. His hand quivered as he took the ring and slipped it on his baby's finger, the first tear breaking free when his boyfriend repeated those words and he felt it like a brand on his soul. "I do."

They beamed at each other as Elvis finally exclaimed- "You may now kiss the bride." They even laughed at the cornily added "Huba huba, thank ya very much!" but Col was already scrambling to get the veil up and spit the glove out of his mouth. Dom went up on tiptoes as Colson bent down and when their lips met the universe went quiet and warm around them. They swore the world held its breath. They couldn't keep it chaste of course and Dom felt his daddy's touch ghost down his spine before his palms were groping hard at his bare ass and he was pulled flush against him. His lips parted on a gasp and their tongues explored, they knew every inch of each other but somehow it still felt new. Different but so much the same.

They broke apart panting and the four people present clapped, the poor Elvis seemed even more flustered than when they first met but he stuttered out- "May I present for the first time- Mr. And Mrs. Machine Gun?" His voice went up at the end like a question and Kells nodded. Dom giggled and swat playfully at his man's shoulder.

"I'll allow it for tonight but I don't know if I'm taking ya name luv." The boy rolled his eyes and yanked him down closer again. "Guess wha'?"

"What darling?" He hummed back, his voice a drawl as if just being around the actor made him take the accent on. He trailed kisses over the punk's cheek and held him close. He didn't think he'd let him go again all night. If ever.

"You me 'usband." His voice was almost a squeak he was so happy and with the revelation Col's heart skipped a beat. His palms tightened and he lifted as Dom hopped until strong thick thighs were wrapped around his waist.

"Shit you're right. Wife." He purred back, his gaze searching the chapel for somewhere they could hide away for a quickie.

"Mmm, 'usband say it again." Dom's breath hitched, his dick twitching in his too tight white lace thong.

He was so tempted to make a Borat joke but he could feel the bulge pressed against his belly and he was desperate not to ruin the mood. "Wife. Fuck need to find a place to hide for a few so I can make you a momma too." He teased with a wink.

"Guys! Hotel! We got you a fucking hotel not five minutes from here." Mod groaned, hooking his finger in the neck of Colson's jacket. "Tell the nice Elvis thank you and keep it in your pants for just a few more minutes please?"

They giggled together but did as they were told, both shaking hands with the impersonator and drag queen and they promised to tag them if they posted any pictures. It didn't take long but it still felt like eternity until the desert air was on them again and Tom was leading them down the Strip. "We'd ask if you wanted to party but…" Derek trailed off but they were barely paying attention to anything but each other. Colson truly didn't know how he was even walking straight with Dom almost grinding against him.

"Oh we'll party just not with you, no offense. Maybe breakfast?" He shrugged, his voice going thready when his husband started nibbling his ear. "Shit- brunch!" He corrected, his breath coming faster. He could make it though, he knew he could. They'd get to the hotel and spend their first night of wedded bliss buried deep in each other. He knew his words were probably a lie, they may not come out for days and they all knew it. No, it was the first night of the rest of their lives and they planned to spend it exactly as they always hoped to be, part of each other.

Author's Note/Tags: @triplexdoublex @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know and if there's anything you want to see between these boys just ask! My anons are always open but I never judge 🖤 This is my first pure story chapter and I meant to keep going but I thought it deserved it's own part. I hope it was still enjoyed and don't worry, the wedding night is still to come!

#yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #dom and colson #dom x colson #dom and colson fic #com #com fics #my fics #yes daddy verse #5 times col came in his pants and the 1 time he made dom do it #adventures in toyland #fluff fic #swearing #drug use #drag queen #elvis impersonator #vegas stuff #boys in love #its a nice day for a white wedding

[12pt-times-new-roman]

"the lycanthrope form within chetney" is certainly a Choice Of Words

y'all what if Lilliana is in the same place as Evandrin?

Sending to Lilliana: "Are you alright? Where are you? Are you— is there— where have you been?" "I'm fine, Imogen. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how long I've been gone. I'm okay. Are you okay?" (she has a southern accent that's noticeably thicker than Imogen's.) "If I'm being honest, things are hard. You might know that already, though. Where are you? I wanna see you. Can I see you?" "I'm sorry it's hard. I'm sorry for cursing you with this burden. I left because I was a danger. I couldn't stay without knowing what I am. (She casts sending on Imogen.) You can't see me, because you need to stay safe. And the further from me you are, the safer you'll be. Far from me, in this destiny." "This destiny has caught up with me, regardless of where you are physically. It's all happening. I could use your help, and your knowledge." "I love you, Imogen. More than you'll ever know. And that's why you have to run away from me, Imogen. As far as you can. Run." "I'm tired of running, mother."

yo. the way Matt let that just linger for so long before Lilliana cast sending on Imogen? how Laura did that right back to him on that last reply? peak drama.

Imogen always thought Lilliana was telling her to run away from the storm. but her voice was always coming from the farmhouse. so what if she was telling Imogen to run into the storm and away from the farmhouse?

"it's not normally a problem for me, but I guess it... is now." as he gestures to Imogen. what the fuck does that mean? does Chetney think whatever Imogen did caused Ruidus to have more of an influence on him? is he right?

Laudna is so right. Lilliana hasn't seen Imogen in almost two decades. so how would she know that she's exhibiting abilities from being Ruidus-born? sending doesn't tell you who the person is, so how would she know it was Imogen at all, if she hadn't heard her voice in that long?

Orym's gonna snap. walks straight outta that discussion about people turning on each other to go sit on the front of the ship and look at the moon.

"I guess I just expected more... meaning." "Meaning isn't inflicted or pressed upon you, you have to carve it into yourself."

Orym uses the sending stone: "Hey. Yios-bound. Found 'em, their killers. Bigger than we thought. We're all rough, Dorian. Eshteross is dead. Glad you're not here. Wish you were anyway."

Ashton comes up to the deck and sits by him. and holy shit. their entire demeanor just..... changes. they're pacing their sentences and their voice is so low and quiet. "we keep calling you the good one — it feels a little unfair. I know you're not okay, but... I dunno. is this feeling like too much, all of this? // if we survive this, I definitely have some things in my life I'd like to ask your help with... and I hope we're at the point where you'd ask for help if you needed it." Orym is cautious when he takes Ashton's hand. Ash can't make eye contact and keeps looking down but they never face away.

Day 4: No issues. We're deep into the Hellcatch now.

Day 5: No issues.

Day 6: A freak wind storm adds another day of travel. Because the number on the d6 was 1-2, no one was outside when it happened.

Day 7: FCG asks the Changebringer for a sign, and immediately afterwards, a flock of 12 cockatrices attacks the ship.

that's bad. cockatrices petrify people for 24 hours (if they fail two con saves in a row), and they're on an airship thousands of feet in the air

.....is that the first time Ashton said "I would like to rage" instead of "I'm gonna rage"? given that they once said something like "no, I don't want to rage, I'm going to fucking rage," that seems like something

"That's when you realize they weren't attacking the ship, they were fleeing to it." and a fucking CHIMERA climbs up onto the ship.

awww Matt was teaching Ronan about d&d monsters and had him pick his favorite to put into the encounter :)

a rundown on chimeras — they're CE monstrosities with a 3-hit multiattack, and they can substitute one of those attacks with a fire breath weapon if it's available (recharge 5-6).

Laudna's form of dread is a gnarled, not-quite-dead tree. her skin turns to rotting bark, twisting branches grow from her shoulders.

Ashton's possibility rage build specifies that Ashton rolls the 1d4 that allies within range add to an attack or save. also, when a creature makes an attack against an ally within range, they roll 1d4 and subtract it from the roll.

Laudna has gift of the ever-living ones, an eldritch invocation that causes her to regain maximum hit points from any healing source as long as Pate is within 100 feet of her.

Imogen summons a red immaterial spirit that appears through a portal. this is most likely a reskin of summon aberration, which she got as a sorcerous origin spell at 7th level. Matt calls it a "shade," but its abilities are consistent with the Star Spawn aberrant spirit conjured by that spell (namely the aura of whispers). which is certainly a Thing. because star spawn are very connected to elder evils, of which Tharizdun is one, and to cults formed around them.

Day 8: Thunderstorm! The ship needs to ride low to the ground, but they soon arrive at the Gloomed Jungles.

Chetney found another collection of lycanthropes in the northern part of the Savalirwood when he was traveling through. He was out in the woods surviving, having fled Uthodurn, when he came upon another lycanthrope and was infected; he was bitten, then killed the one who bit him, and the folks from that group found Chetney because they were hunting the one he killed. They took him in, but he got cast out for some reason.

He mentioned that one of the leaders of that community was Rudina. I feel like I remember reading that name in the Nine Eyes of Lucien, but I can't remember.

The Gorgynei arrive.

listen. we all know Matt's voices are fucking incredible. but this feels like another level. he's got accents going underneath this guttural growl thing, and he's doing higher and lower voices so they're all distinct, but what gets me is the way he's doing the growl. the were-panther has a high and reedy voice — panthers can't growl, they're one of the only big cats that can't, so they hiss or scream instead. the were-tiger keeps doing this thing where her voice drops into a straight-up chest growl — tigers actually have more threatening roars than lions because of their social structure, and their roars have that characteristic bass rumble.

The Bells Hells were led to Baronak, a "collection of elaborate jungle tree houses and huts, connected by rope bridges and ladders, with two or three dozen people gathering around a small fire pit."

"Ruidus does bring with it a particular itch. It always has. Stronger as its power grows in recent times, but no more than that... it's nothing to worry about, at least not for us. What is different about you?"

....oh. Chetney was a blood hunter before he became a lycanthrope. blood hunters enter into an order at level 3, but they take the Hunter's Bane at level 1.

The Gorgynei have an accord with the Court of the Lambent Path in Yios, who have allowed them to continue living in secrecy in the jungles in exchange for them maintaining the safety of the roads through the jungle.

The Court of the Lambent Path is the governing body of Ashanedoor, and were on the other side of the Apex War, opposed to the Stratos Throne. It is an erudite, primarily orcish society.

There's a statue in the middle of the village of Sahyaadon, Keeper of the Savage Heart. "Semi-humanoid, semi-bestial. An arched back, arms out, with multiple heads — three various bestial heads howling. In one hand, there is a heart resting in its claws. In the other, a growing sapling. It looks fairly old — looking at the weathering, the damage it's sustained, it's probably over 100 years at least." The three heads aren't actually separate heads more than separate jaws and snouts protruding from a singular face.

They are a powerful, ancient spirit of the jungles. They are the protecter of both hunter and prey to maintain the balance of the living jungle. They shun magic that harms the natural order, and has watched over this entire land, this entire region. Some say they have always existed, others that they are a vigilant spirit under Seratani (the Marquesian name for the Wildmother).

"When a person completely loses control of the gift, there's likely no other way to stop them from spreading it. There have been a few cases of outbreaks across Exandria, and the Gorgynei are dedicated to keep it under control... it's when people begin to embrace the beast without proper training that they become dangerous."

The guy with the vegetables has an accent very similar to Yeza's (though a bit thicker), and the orcish leader has an accent very similar to Vandran's.

(I'm just sayin', Matt has the opportunity to do something really fucking funny here by making Fjord's father a lycanthrope)

In the morning, they'll take Chet to a temple of Sahyaadon, where "the spirit might meet with you, and it could excise this itch, or excise you... you will be tempted, you will be challenged, you will be tested. All of you."

There are a handful of true blood hunters in this commune, and all the rest are civilians who carry lycanthropy. They all control it as best they can, and are (presumably willingly, and/or as a condition of living here) chained to the tree in the middle of the village during a full moon.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #note watches c3 #critical role liveblog #can you tell I am absolutely not normal about Ashrym? #I love them so so much #something something closed wound and bleeding heart #but you don't know which one's which

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latest fic asks: 13. Are there any cut lines/scenes from this work? Why did you cut them? 14. Explain your writing process for this work. 15. What is one question you wish someone would ask you about this work? Ask it and answer it.

My Latest fic: Nymph Butter! Porn arguably with Plot

13. Yes! Initially Elora showed up further into the sex and Boorman was way more chatty. It was also going to have it so only Graydon could hear her through a magical mental connection and Boorman couldn't. It just felt unwieldy if Boorman was going to talk and then Elora was talking but he couldn't hear it and Graydon was going to have to think to Elora and speak outloud to Boorman. Just too much! So I had to throw out a lot of stuff that I had started with that premise.

14. So this is Part 2 of my tanthamore-tober series where I try to fit as many NSFW prompts into a single series as I can so I started with combining the prompts. I thought combining magic and voyeurism made sense as like unintentional magical peeping tom or something. I figured that made the most sense with Elora magically spying on Graydon. Then I thought adding Mirror Sex in with the magic would make sense, often times scrying needs a mirror or a bowl of water or something. And the fact that they're not in the same room automatically makes it long distance! (it's not technically mirror sex though cause the mirror isn't a mirror for most of it XP)

Then I started on the path I said before and started writing some thoughts on how Elora might react to them, how would Graydon feel having the girl he's in love with watch him have sex with another man, how to make this voyeurism consensual, and I just kinda wrote bits of dialogue trying to work that out.

Then I messaged one of my friends (you) about it and they suggested Boorman could be quiet if he was told do in a D/s situation and that really informed how the smut was gonna work. Then Elora and I had a little break down and i had to figure out how she worked in this dynamic. That was a lot of just rotating her in my brain like 'would she fucking say that???'

Once I was happy with Elora's journey then I just added on the bookends of why they're fucking in front of a mirror and voila! Nymph Butter was complete.

15. the first question actually! It's possible I'd want to use the original concept in a new fic but honestly I have so many other ideas it's probably best to throw this into the wind. Here's my excerpts, below the cut because porny

“No! It’s-” It was difficult to answer questions in his mind while also being given a very, very good blow job. “Boorman?” He said out loud. “Are you upset I'm in love with someone else and having sex with you?”

Boorman pulled off. “Oh yeah, devastated.” He said sarcastically. “I don't know how my fragile ego will recover.”

He swallowed Graydon’s cock all the way down.

“Oh fuck!” Graydon moaned. “Yes yes yes.”

Boorman pulled back and let Graydon's dick slap against his stomach. “Will you look at that? Ego recovered.”

Graydon giggled and grabbed a handful of Boorman's hair. He pulled him up for a long hot kiss. He felt Elora’s soft wanting through their connection.

I'm sorry. I should go…

"Wait! Graydon called out magically and to his surprise, also with his mouth. He licked his lips and locked eyes with Boorman. “Are you okay with Elora watching us?”

"Our Semprum Sorceress, a bit of a voyeur is she?"

Graydon could feel her blush through the connection, flush with embarrassment but still turned on.

"Should we stop?" Graydon asked.

"Let her watch. She should know what you like. She can use it when she finally realizes what an idiotic move it is to let a great guy like you slip through her fingers."

Elora’s mind emanated an offended gasp at the ‘idiotic’ comment.

Stay. he thought to her and he wondered if she was getting his emotions through the connection too. Could she feel his longing for her to see him like this, desired and desiring?

#thanks for the ask #ask game

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Chapter 3 The Ultimate (Fake) Boyfriend

Hi guys!! Ahhh, my assessment of "I will post one chapter a day!!!" really went out the window, didn't it???? I'm sorry! I actually was editing this chapter and the next, and they, uh... needed quite a bit. Next chapter mostly. I was hoping that my edits would get me over my writer's block so I could at least finish chapter 4, but, uh... seems unlikely, oof. I've just not been in a writing mood recently, and while I still really like Danganronpa, I've been more into Danganronpa 2, ha. But I figured that since I wasn't posting for TPWM today, I might as well post the third chapter of this for those who were interested. ^-^

This chapter introduces more OC's, which I apologize for. That was one of my biggest challenges with this fic: so many different OC's. And I don't mind writing OC characters, but with so many, it gets a bit confusing as to who is who. If I were to ever finish and publish this story, I would post my list with everyone's names and info separately, so people could refer back to it from time to time if they got confused, especially in later chapters. I think it should be fine here, since not everyone is around.

Anyway! I hope y'all like this chapter. I had to edit it a lot from the original draft, and it is part of the reason I stopped writing this fic, but I've edited it enough that I'm happy with it now, I think. ^-^

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

By the time the car turns into a long driveway— the hour-long drive finally over— Mondo has managed to mostly stuff all of the roiling emotions down. They kept trying to crop up, over and over, but each time Mondo determinedly beat them back until they stayed nice and neat inside his little box. In fact, as they roll to a stop before the largest fucking house Mondo has ever seen, he’s actually feeling pretty good. Yeah, he’s gonna be a goddamn fish outta water, so painfully outta place it ain’t fucking funny, but hey. At least he has Taka. And as long as he has Taka, Mondo’s pretty sure he could walk through Hell and back and be perfectly fine. 

“Alright, boys, we’re here! Taka, if you wouldn’t mind, would you please go help your father get our things out of the trunk? Don’t bring them up to our usual room just yet, though. Auntie Hana decided to change up our typical bedroom arrangements yet again, so she’ll be directing us once we get inside. Mondo-san, as our guest you don’t need to do anything, but if you’d like you can help Taka and my husband with the bags,” Kiyoshi says brightly, shooting them a smile through the rearview mirror. Mondo carefully looks away from her overly fond look, not wanting to deal with that bullshit again, and shrugs casually. 

“Sure, I don’t mind helping. Come on, Taka. Let’s get going,” Mondo states, shooting Taka a lazy grin, honestly glad to be done with the fucking car ride. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t hate cars, it’s just… hogs are so much better it’s not even a contest. Why waste time in a cramped, enclosed space when you can be flying free down the road, wind in your goddamn hair? Mondo doesn’t know, truly. 

As he looks over at Taka, however, he feels a spike of concern hit him, causing all other thoughts to vanish. Taking in the familiar face, he can see that Taka looks too fucking pale, his skin almost ashen, and his eyes are wide and full of anxiety. His breath is also shallow, and the grip the teen has on his hand is so fucking tight, now that Mondo thinks about it. It makes his chest hurt to see it, and he can’t stop the way he shifts closer to Taka in the back seat, ignoring the adults who are talking to each other while getting out. They don’t fucking matter, not right now. 

“Hey, Kiyo. You… y-ya doin’ okay, man?” he mutters softly, his words meant for Taka and Taka alone. He sees the hall monitor bite his lip, his eyes darting briefly to his parents before darting back. 

“I… a-ah. D-do not worry about me, k-kareshi. I will be fine. Just… n-nervous. I’ve never had a guest over for the family gathering before and I just… I fear that something will go wrong. Terribly wrong,” Taka replies back after a moment, voice soft and unhappy. Mondo’s heart clenches, hating seeing Taka like this. Humming softly, he squeezes the teen’s hand tightly, hoping he can provide even a little comfort. 

“Yeah, I uh… I get what ya mean, Kiyo. But like I keep tellin’ ya, y’ain’t gotta worry man. ‘Course, I can’t guarantee that things won’t go wrong. I can’t exactly see the future, ya know. But the one thing I do know, without a shadow of a fu- uh. Fricken doubt is that no matter what happens, we’ll always have each other. Ain’t nothin’ gonna change that, Kiyo. Absolutely nothin’. So… uh. Yeah. There’s that.” 

Taka’s eyes begin to water again at his statement, the hall monitor sniffling as he gives him a shaky— and yet still extremely grateful— smile. 

“I… y-yes. Y-yes you… you’re right! We… w-we will always have one another! N-no matter what!” Taka does his best to exclaim, though Mondo can hear how his voice wavers. But that’s okay. Baby steps. 

“Hell yeah, that’s the spirit, ky-kareshi! Now, c’mon man. Let’s go get the bags now, okay? We, uh… we can talk more later,” he mutters with a significant look. Taka nods slowly, and Mondo thinks the teen understands his meaning that they can talk about this fucking con job when they’re alone later. If they get a chance to be alone later. Which he so fucking hopes they do, god fucking damn…

He gets pulled from his musing when he feels Taka pull on his hand, causing him to instinctively tighten the hold. Taka laughs weakly when Mondo tilts his head in confusion at him, the teen looking at their hands pointedly. 

“Ah, kareshi. I cannot exactly get out of the car to help father with our bags if you do not let go of my hand,” Taka says with a small smile, his eyes softer than they had been. And while Mondo feels a little (okay, a lot) embarrassed that he’s still fucking holding Taka’s hand, he can’t find it in him to mind too much. Not when Taka finally looks at least somewhat closer to normal. Whatever ‘normal’ is for the uptight and high strung hall monitor. 

With a muffled curse, Mondo lets go of the pleasantly warm and surprisingly soft hand, smiling sheepishly. Taka must moisturize, Mondo thinks absently as he watches the teen give him one final bright smile, before finally exiting the car. Mondo then promptly shakes the thought out of his head, knowing how fucking stupid it is, and quickly follows after his kyoudai. 

Outside the car, Mondo can’t help but let his eyes slide over to the old and almost overwhelmingly large house before them, a small frown forming on his lips. He slides his eyes all around it, sizing it up to try and form an opinion on it. It’s… well, it’s nice he guesses, if a little run down. It’s a traditional Japanese style house, with wide windows, cream colored walls, and dark brown wooden accents. The roof is sloping dark tile, with little ornaments scattered around. Mondo can see some signs of wear, like stains and some moss growing on the walls, but overall he must admit it’s very beautiful. And very large. Taka told him earlier this week that it’s been in his family for generations, each generation adding onto the house until it became a large, sprawling masterpiece. Mondo knows that Taka is awfully fond of it, telling many happy memories of his times here as a child, so he’s honestly quite intrigued by this place. 

The thing Mondo is most interested in, however, is the small forest he can see peeking out from behind the house. Taka has only told him a little about it, since apparently the teen never spent much time in it as he was always afraid of it as a child, but Mondo is almost itching to head in and explore. A little known fact about him is that he’s always had a fondness for nature and trees, mostly due to the fact that Dai used to take him to a forest near their old apartment whenever their old man was a bit too violent and they needed an escape. They’d spend hours in that forest, walking the trails, exploring the lakes and ponds. They stopped doing that kind of shit once they started their gang, since they never had the time, but Mondo has never forgotten how much he used to love doing that shit with his brother. And hey. Maybe he can somehow convince Taka to brave his fears to head in there with him sometime… shit, wouldn’t that be nice… 

Mondo is brought back to the present when he hears the trunk of the car unlatching, his head turning instinctively to face that direction. He watches for a moment as Taka and Takaaki begin removing the various bags and suitcases, before ambling over. Might as well help out, he figures, since it’s not like he has anything better to do. 

As he walks up he can see that Taka is struggling to remove his own bag, though the teen takes a quick break to look up at him and smile. 

“Ah, hello kareshi! You can feel free to look around if you’d like! Father and I can handle this!” Taka declares, before promptly turning back to continue trying (and failing) to wrestle the unwieldy suitcase out of the pitifully small trunk. With a smirk, Mondo reaches around his friend and grabs the suitcase with one hand, privately relishing in Taka’s squawk of indignation. He has to fight to keep his smirk on his face when he goes to lift the suitcase and almost throws out his shoulder, it’s so fucking heavy. Not too heavy for him, of course, he can lift upwards of 100 kilos without breaking a sweat thanks to Nidai’s training, but fuck was he not expecting the bag to weigh a goddamn ton. 

“Jesus Christ, dude, the hell did you put in this thing?” Mondo grunts as he bends his knees to lift the bag, getting it out and on the pavement with only a little struggle. Taka pouts at him for the comment, crossing his arms with a humph. Heh. Adorable.

“I could have handled that perfectly fine on my own, Mondo!” Taka huffs, glaring when Mondo lets out a bark of laughter. Oh, he has no doubt that the teen is correct, since Taka is surprisingly ripped for a nerd, but something about Taka’s indignation just tickles him. It always does. “What?! It’s true! And to answer your question, kareshi, I have all of my essential items! My uniforms, my personal hygiene items, my summer work… and, of course, all of our school textbooks for this year, as well as our textbooks from last year, just in case they are needed for any of the summer problems! And some books I checked out from the library to cross reference if needed! Like I said, the essentials!” 

Mondo laughs loudly at the earnest declaration, knowing that Taka is being one hundred percent serious right now. The teen’s pout grows deeper, and a spark of actual hurt begins to rise in Taka’s eyes, so Mondo lets his eyes soften and his smile turn gentle. He ignores any possible discomfort at allowing his affection to be visibly seen, focusing on making Taka realize he’s not making fun of him. Not at all. Not ever. 

“Only you, Kiyo. Only you,” he mutters fondly, looking Taka deep in the eyes. The look lingers for a long moment, Taka’s face going slack and his eyes going wide with shock, and fuck does Mondo like it. So fucking much…

He eventually looks away when the moment stretches on a bit too long for his liking, grabbing his duffel from the trunk as casually as he can manage. He then promptly stiffens when he sees Takaaki standing beside the car, once again looking like he’d just been force-fed a lemon. As soon as the man notices his gaze, however, his face smooths into an expressionless mask, leaving Mondo to wonder which is worse, exactly…

“If you two are done, we should head into the house now. Bring your bags with you,” Takaaki says shortly, words clipped. He then turns on his heel and stiffly marches to the house without a word more, his own bag over his shoulder. Mondo darts a glance to Taka, who’s face is light pink with embarrassment. Mondo doesn’t blame him, since he doubts his face is much different. 

“A-ah, I… forgot he was there,” Taka mumbles awkwardly, shooting him a glance. Mondo grimaces in return, raising his hand to rub his neck. Yeah, he, uh… he did too, honestly. He opens his mouth to say this but before he can reply, Taka snaps out of his embarrassment and looks towards the house, grabbing the handle of his suitcase in his hand. “Well! Regardless, we should do as he said! It wouldn’t do to keep everyone waiting needlessly!” 

Seeing as he has no objection to that, Mondo nods and follows after the hall monitor, giving Kiyoshi a slightly awkward smile as they approach the woman, who is standing at the foot of the house. She smiles back, though she doesn’t say anything in return and instead just begins heading up the front steps with Takaaki beside her. Mondo allows himself one second to breathe deeply and stuff back down the anxiety that keeps trying to crop up, before he follows Taka up the stairs. 

He then smirks as he sees the hall monitor struggle getting his suitcase over the first step, snickering as he leans down to pick up the heavy ass thing to carry it up the stairs for the teen. He can see Taka glaring at him from the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t really care. Taka can pout all he wants; Mondo will always help the dude out when it’s easily in his ability to do such a thing. That’s just what a good bro does. 

By the time Mondo has managed to get the heavy ass suitcase to the main deck, Kiyoshi has already knocked on the heavy wood door, her smile bright as she holds her husband’s arm, looking like a kid on fucking Christmas. He can feel his anxiety try to crop back up, his heart beginning to race with it, and he promptly shoves it back the fuck down. Again. Stupid ass anxiety. He doesn’t fucking need to deal with that shit on top of everything, thanks. 

Unfortunately, he can’t quite make it go away fully, though fuck does he try. To his displeasure, it just gets worse a moment later when he hears the latch of the lock click, his throat running dry as he realizes that this is fucking it. He knows that not everyone will be there immediately, since the arrivals will be scattered throughout this day and the next, but still. He’s gonna at least be meeting his kyoudai’s fucking grandma and great aunt, two people he knows are so fucking important to his kyoudai. If they don’t like him, then… then… s-shit…

It’s as the door is opening slowly— so slow that Mondo wonders if the world has been put into slow motion, Jesus— that he feels a now familiar warmth brush his. He doesn’t even think as he grabs the hand with his own, twining their fingers immediately. He can feel Taka squeeze his hand comfortingly, and to his surprise it… it fucking helps. A lot. He can feel his anxiety fade, and while he’s still a little nervous, it ain’t as bad. Not when he’s reminded that no matter what, he still has Taka. That— luck permitting— he’ll always have Taka. And that? Is all that fucking matters.

And so, even when the door finally opens fully and he can see a lined, elderly face jutting out, familiar red eyes sharp and shrewd as they stare out at them, Mondo can’t quite feel the anxiety that tries to take hold inside him. Yes, he knows it’s still there, but it’s not quite as bad. Especially not when he feels Taka squeeze his hand again, as tight as humanly possible. It honestly kind of hurts, but Mondo doesn’t care. He just… he doesn’t care. 

“Mama!” Kiyoshi cries suddenly, her voice bright and happy. She then flings herself forward, her arms wrapping around the elderly lady standing in the doorway, warm and loving. 

Ah, Mondo thinks, looking between the two ladies. So, that’s Taka’s grandma, huh? He honestly doesn’t know how to feel about that. From what Taka has told him, his grandma is warm and loving to her family, but can be overly harsh to those she does not approve of. She’s apparently never been particularly fond of Takaaki, doubly so after the scandal, which has added a lot of tension in the family. If he doesn’t earn her approval… well. Shit. While he may not actually be dating Taka, part of him does kinda hope that his family will still like him. After all, he does really wanna be in Taka’s life for the rest of his, even if it’s just in a platonic light. It would be awkward as fuck if his family hated him all that time. 

“Kiyoshi, my daughter… it is so, so good to see you. It has been far too long,” Taka’s grandma, Kichi, says, her voice stronger than Mondo would have expected. She looks like a typical Japanese grandmother; her hair is pure white, her face is full of lines and age spots, and Mondo can see a cane held in her right hand even as she holds her daughter. But her voice is strong and sturdy, belying her age. 

“I know, mama. I wish I could visit more often. I’ve missed you,” Kiyoshi mumbles into her ma’s shoulder, and Mondo shuffles, feeling a bit awkward watching the scene. He always feels awkward when around loving families, since he never knows what the fuck to do. It also hurts, but that goes without fucking saying. 

Thankfully, the embrace ends soon enough, Kichi pulling back from the hug and giving her daughter a small but happy smile. Her eyes dart away from her daughter then, her face hardening as they land on something. To Mondo’s surprise, it’s not him she’s looking at with such distaste like he would have thought. Huh. 

“Yes, well. That’s not exactly your fault, now is it Kiyo?” Kichi intones, her lips turned downward in a slight sneer as she looks at Takaaki, the man looking the most uncomfortable Mondo has ever seen him. And honestly, Mondo doesn’t blame the man. He’s only been around her for less than a minute and he can already tell that Kichi is not the kind of lady you want to be on the bad side of. 

“Yes. It’s good to see you too, mother,” Takaaki replies stiffly, bowing lowly in respect. If he was hoping to get the lady to soften her death glare, he fails miserably, as her look gets somehow even more pinched. Well. This ain’t at all awkward…

“Mama. We’ve talked about this. Please don’t bring this up yet again. This is a time for family, not arguments. And besides. We have a guest today,” Kiyoshi stresses, darting her eyes over to Mondo conspicuously. Oh, fuck, why the hell did she have to go and do that for… oh, shit, now Kichi is looking over at him too, her eyes narrowing even more as she looks him up and down, her lips pulling down in a harsh frown, and Mondo has no hope that whatever she sees in him she likes. He can feel his heart rise to his throat and not even Taka’s reassuring squeeze to his hand can force it back down. Sh… shit. God fucking dammit… 

Trying desperately to remember all of the shit Daiya taught him about being ‘polite’ when he was younger (that he never bothers to fucking use, because who the fuck expects a goddamn biker to be fucking polite), Mondo bows lowly like he saw Takaaki do. Forcing his voice to go as ‘polite’ and ‘respectable’ as possible, he tries to give a greeting that won’t fuck him over before he even has a chance to really begin. 

“Hello, Gushiken-san. My name is Mondo Owada. It is very nice to meet you. I have heard many good things about you and it honors me greatly to meet you at last,” Mondo says as clearly and articulately as is physically possible. He’s been practicing all week for this and his heart is pounding as his mouth shuts with a silent click, his body still bent nearly in half in his bow. He has no idea when he should stop bowing or if he’s bending too much or too little or… s-shit, he’s fucking this up ain’t he, he’s already ruined everything, oh god, oh fuck, shit-

“Are you going to remain bent over all day or are you planning on straightening your back at some point?” he hears that deceptively strong voice call, the tone clipped and extremely short. Mondo straightens up immediately, his cheeks pink while embarrassment rises within him. With it he can feel the all too familiar anger, but he stuffs that right the fuck down before it can even rear its ugly head. He ain’t doing that shit, dear fucking god. Talk about ruining shit…

As his eyes land on the lady, his palms begin to sweat, heart pounding at the critical look upon her face as she looks him up and down, up and down. Mondo is still holding Taka’s hand and he can see how Kichi’s eyes linger upon the clasped appendages, her frown deepening. Shit…

“So. You are my Taka’s boyfriend, hm? I see…” Kichi muses, continuing her appraisal seemingly without rush. Mondo fights hard to not fidget or even really move at all as she looks her fill. This isn’t nearly the first time he’s been judged and found lacking, but it is prolly the first time that he wasn’t able to immediately rectify the situation, either by punching whatever fuckers would dare insult him, or else by barking insults at them and storming away without a single glance back. He can’t do either here and the unease inside him grows larger and larger with each second that passes. Shit… he’s always fucking hated being judged by people… like, he knows, he knows, he’s a goddamn piece of shit who ain’t gonna do shit with his life. He gets it. He knows. He doesn’t need fucking judgmental people telling him that… 

“Mama,” Kiyoshi interrupts sternly after about five seconds of this, sounding more annoyed than Mondo has ever heard her, “that’s enough. Like I said, Mondo-san is here as a guest, and we should treat him as such. I really do not want any more arguments this year. Please, Mama.” 

Kichi gets a pinched look on her face then, giving Mondo one final piercing look, before nodding sharply once and stepping back into the house. 

“Fine. Come in, then. Hana will inform you of the infernal changes she has made to the living arrangements. Against my wishes, mind you,” Kichi grumbles, taking her cane and slowly making her way into the body of the house. 

Once Kichi is out of their line of sight, Kiyoshi turns to face him, a small, sad smile on her lips. 

“Are you alright, Mondo-san? I understand that my mother can be a bit… intense at times. More so now after papa sadly passed a few years ago. If she ever says anything harsh to you, please let me know and I will have a talk with her. You are our guest and— more importantly— you are Taka’s love. I wish for you to feel welcome here.” 

The lump reforms in his throat, and he harshly pushes it down as he smiles and shrugs as casually as he can. 

“Oh, uh… don’t worry about me, uh… Kiyoshi-san. I can handle things like that. Not like it’s the first time,” Mondo mumbles, his cheeks turning pink. He forces himself to not look at the ground, knowing that would show weakness that he absolutely cannot afford. Unfortunately, looking at Kiyoshi allows him to see the sympathetic look that forms on the lady’s face, which is almost worse. 

“Ah, Mondo-san… well, you should not have to worry about such a thing here, and if you ever feel unwelcome for any reason, please come to me and I will handle it promptly. You are family, Mondo-san. And you are a good person. The things you may or may not have done in the past do not matter in the face of that,” she says softly, earnestly, so much like Taka it’s not funny. His chest aches so fucking bad in that moment, his hand clutching Taka’s tighter than he knows he should, but the hall monitor doesn’t complain. He just holds tightly back, looking at him in a way Mondo both dislikes and likes for vastly different reasons. 

Fortunately, he’s not expected to respond, since Kiyoshi turns back to the door and begins entering the house after a moment. “Anyway, we should head inside now. Come when you both are ready.” 

She and Takaaki enter the house then, though Takaaki looks just about as uncomfortable as Mondo feels. And Mondo definitely doesn’t blame the dude. Taka’s grandma sure is… shit. Daiya always told him not to speak bad about little old ladies, but man… 

“Are you doing alright, Mondo? I- I know you just answered that, but I… I just wanted to make sure,” Taka murmurs to him as soon as his parents are out of sight, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle on the back of his hand. Mondo gives the teen a tight smile, shrugging yet again. 

“Shit, man, I… I dunno. Ain’t exactly like I’m used ta shit like this. Give me a fuckin’ all out brawl an’ I’ll be just fine. Little ol’ ladies who hate me based on looks alone? Shit… but whatever, man. Already promised ya I’d do this shit, an’ I ain’t backin’ out now. I’ll handle it. An’ ya know, ya don’t hafta keep askin’ if I’m okay. Shit’s gonna get old fast. I… shit. How ‘bout this. I promise that if I ever am not doin’ okay, I’ll tell ya as soon as fuckin’ possible. Okay?” Mondo mumbles in reply, eyes intent on his kyoudai. Taka stares back for a handful of moments, before looking away with a firm nod. 

“I… of course, kyoudai. I would hate to bother you, so if you do not want me asking, I promise I will not! And I will trust that you will tell me if it ever becomes too much! And I… I promise I will do the same! Just… know that I am here for you, my friend. And that I personally think you are amazing. Very much so!” 

Mondo lets out a small laugh at Taka’s enthusiastic words, his smile turning genuine at the teen’s seemingly endless passion. He gives Taka one last squeeze of the hand before letting go, feeling a touch reluctant, but he knows he has to. Hoisting his duffel up his shoulder, he nods to Taka to indicate that the hall monitor should go ahead of him. Taka nods back enthusiastically and takes the handle of his suitcase, pulling it along behind him as they enter the house together. Mondo can still feel the unease inside of him, but it’s not that hard to push it down. 

Mondo follows Taka through the large and spacious entrance hall, taking his shoes off and placing them in the wooden box by the door like Taka does. It takes Taka a lot longer than Mondo, considering the teen wears the most ridiculously complicated boots Mondo has ever seen, but he doesn’t mind. Taka always takes stupidly long to do shit and Mondo has learned how to be patient for that kinda shit by now. It used to annoy him to no end, but now he finds it almost comforting. It just shows that Taka will always, inevitably, be Taka. And there’s no one in this world that Mondo would ever want his kyoudai to be. 

After Taka is finally done, Mondo follows the hall monitor down a few spacious hallways— passed some rooms that Mondo looks into curiously but doesn’t focus on too much— until they reach a doorway to a room that has the sound of many voices echoing out. Mondo pauses briefly when he sees Taka slip inside, heart skipping a beat despite himself, but he mentally slaps himself and forces himself onward. Daiya didn’t raise no little bitch, he tells himself harshly. He can handle this shit. It’s fucking fine. 

He firmly ignores the pounding of his heart as he walks into the room, which he is somewhat relieved to find is not as full as he would have expected, only maybe seven or eight people— including Taka’s parents and grandma— either standing or sitting around. But he knows for a fact that this ain’t everyone and sooner or later, he’ll have to deal with the entire brood. Fuck…

“Taka! Oh my god, it’s so good to see you again little Cuz!” a random, feminine sounding voice bursts out, breaking the momentary silence that had descended around the room. Mondo then watches as a chick— prolly in her early twenties, he guesses, based on the brief glimpse he gets of her face— throws herself at his kyoudai, her arms wrapping around him immediately. Mondo smirks when he sees Taka’s eyes widen, his hands hovering awkwardly before they hesitantly pat the chick’s back. Ha. Taka’s always been so fucking awkward with hugs. It’s so fucking cute. It took Mondo months to get Taka use to the occasional hug from him, and fuck, is he proud that Taka is comfortable being hugged and touched by him now.

“A-ah! H-hello, Yoshi! It’s good to see you too, cousin!” Taka stammers out awkwardly, though his voice sounds genuine. And with the name, Mondo is able to realize who this chick is. One of Taka’s second cousins, the one who has the new baby. Taka had mentioned that they are fairly close, which Mondo supposes explains the hug.

Yoshi pulls back from the hug pretty quick, though her smile is wide as she looks up at Taka, seeming to be genuinely happy to see his kyoudai. And Taka looks at her similarly, which makes Mondo smile too. Fuck, but he likes seeing Taka happy… the dude’s not happy often enough, in Mondo’s mind. 

“You’ve grown so much, Cuz! Ugh, you’re making me feel so old! I still remember holding you as a little baby, you screaming your little head off as soon as Auntie Kiyo let you go. Now look at us. You’re a big shot Ultimate Moral Compass at Hope’s freaking Peak, and I have two little kids, a husband, and a gosh darn career. When did we get so old, Cuz?” Yoshi bemoans, shaking her head sadly as she pouts at Taka. In return, Taka lets out a peal of laughter, his eyes crinkling like they always do when he laughs. It makes Mondo’s smile widen, adoring the laugh like he always does. What, it’s not weird, alright?! A dude can like his bro’s laugh! Nothing strange about it… 

“Ah! I would assume sometime between the last seventeen and twenty-five years!” Taka exclaims, his eyes lighting up as he says his little ‘joke,’ darting a glance at Mondo. Who, of course, immediately snorts with laughter, his eyes soft as he grins back at Taka, the hall monitor looking so fucking proud of himself. Mondo notices that no one else laughs, Yoshi even looking a little confused, but he doesn’t care. Taka’s fucking hysterical when he jokes around, as earnest and enthusiastic as he always is, even if the joke itself doesn’t make much sense. The fact that no one else thinks so is what baffles Mondo. 

“Nice one, man,” Mondo can’t help but say, heart light as Taka grins at him, looking so utterly adorable, good god. To his displeasure, Mondo gets distracted from tracing Taka’s features when he hears someone gasp loudly, before footsteps sound. Footsteps that appear to be approaching him, shit. 

Immediately on alert, Mondo turns to face the noise, back stiff and straight, only to blink in confusion when he sees a wide eyed chick staring straight at him. Blinking, he lets his eyes trace her features, frowning slightly. Her face is small and rounded, her nose and lips equally small, but her eyes— which are a deep, mahogany brown— are large as they stare at him unblinking. It’s… actually kinda creepy, honestly… uh…

“Okay, as touching as this little reunion is— and as happy as I am to see you little cousin— I am afraid that this fine specimen has yet to be introduced. Who are you and where exactly have you been all my life???” the chick exclaims, fluttering her eyelashes at him in a way he thinks is supposed to be alluring, but just looks kind of silly to him.

“Uh…” Mondo says intelligently, blinking in shock at the forwardness of the chick. He doesn’t get a chance to say anything more before the chick is ‘causally’ leaning forward, her hand ‘accidentally’ brushing his bicep and squeezing. Okay, ya know what… 

“My name is Miki Sano, but you can call me the girl of your dreams if you’d like,” the chick continues, her smile decidedly flirty. Mondo distantly recognizes the name as one Taka had told him, realizing that this chick is the perpetually single younger sister of Yoshi, but that doesn’t help him at all. He still feels absolutely floored, having no idea what the fuck to do. This isn’t exactly a situation he’s ever found himself in, really. And it’s not like he’s never been hit on before, right? He has once or twice. It’s just that usually the chicks aren’t this forward, since most chicks are scared off by his typical get up, and the ones who approach tend to be put off by his blunt demeanor. He guesses it’s a little flattering, but mostly it’s just awkward…

Thankfully, before he has to try and think of something intelligible to say, Taka is there, frowning as he stares at the hand still clinging to Mondo’s bicep. Oh, thank fuck… 

“A-ah, Miki! I, er… I- I ask you to please refrain from doing that!” Taka exclaims, though his voice is a bit too hesitant to have any real effect. Case in point, Miki just raises an eyebrow at him, head tilted curiously. Her hand is still clutching his arm, though, and Mondo has to fight not to shake her off, not comfortable with the touch at all. He’s never liked people touching him without permission and this is no exception. Shit, but if he weren’t trying to impress Taka’s family…

“Oh? And why not, little cousin? I don’t see why I shouldn’t. Unless… oh, wait… he isn’t taken is he?” 

Taka bites his lip harshly at the somewhat downtrodden question, eyes darting between him and Miki. After a second, Taka nods, though he doesn’t look very certain. Ah… shit… he truly hopes Taka isn’t about to blow their cover before they even really begin, goddamn…

“Ah, well… w-well… y-yes! He- he is, um, taken, so to speak! F-for you see, he is, um… I mean, that is to say, he is my… m-my- um… uh…”

“I’m Taka’s boyfriend,” Mondo interrupts when it becomes clear that Taka cannot continue, the teen’s face bright red and looking painfully uncertain and uncomfortable. He shoots Taka a glance that he intends to mean ‘calm the fuck down, dude, just act natural,’ but he doesn’t know how well Taka understands it. If anything, Taka looks more freaked out now, not less. Aw, shit…

The effect of his words on the room is instantaneous though, as a collective gasp is heard all around. He knows that everyone in Taka’s family knows he’s gay after he came out during winter, the word spreading quickly between those who had not been around during his initial announcement. He guesses based on this reaction that only a select few were told that Taka would be bringing his ‘boyfriend’ with him for the gathering. Well, shit. That’s fucking awkward. 

“You’re what?!” Miki bursts out after a moment of shocked silence, sounding absolutely floored. “I’m sorry, are you telling me that Taka— nerdy, dorky little Taka— somehow managed to score a hunk like you?! And I can’t even manage to score a fricken date with anyone?! What the hell!” 

Offense rises within Mondo at the words, his eyes narrowing as he glares at the chick. Because… okay, what the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh?!

“Hey! The hell ya mean by that?!” Mondo growls lowly, unable to keep it in. He watches as Miki’s eyes widen, the chick finally letting go of his arm to take a step back. While part of him feels a bit bad for scaring the chick, most of him feels fucking relieved that at least he doesn’t have to put up with that bullshit anymore. 

“N-nothing!” Miki stammers, eyes darting between him and Taka. “Just… it’s Taka… you know? Mom told us he came out over winter— which I fully support by the way! Go gay rights!!— but, uh… I mean, I never would have thought he’d, you know… actually get a boyfriend… I mean, mostly because he always said he wasn’t interested in dating, so… y-yeah.” 

Mondo’s shoulders relax a little at the comment, realizing that she’s kind of right, even if he still doesn’t quite like the way she said that shit. But honestly… he can kinda get it. He would also be shocked if he heard Taka got a boyfriend after all the insisting he’s done about how he’s uninterested in things like that. Not that it’d surprise him that someone would fall for his highly lovable and endearing kyoudai, definitely not! He’d be more surprised if anyone didn’t immediately fall for the dude, to tell the truth. Just… it’s more that he wouldn’t think Taka would want that sort of thing. Which the dude clearly doesn’t. Which is why he’s fucking here in the first place. Not that anyone else knows that, but still… 

“As fascinating as this interaction is, I believe we have more important things to deal with at the moment. Such as, perhaps, introductions,” a wry, aged voice calls out suddenly, cutting through the somewhat tense silence that has arisen in the room. Mondo’s head instinctively turns to face the foreign voice, his back stiffening immediately. Because standing by the entrance of the room, at least a good forty centimeters shorter than himself, stands someone who Mondo can only assume is Taka’s infamous Great Aunt Hana, her eyes shrewd as they stare at him. She looks similar to her sister, with piercing red eyes that seem to stare deep into his soul, though she seems less disapproving and more… curious. Maybe. Or maybe he’s just seeing what he wants to see, really… 

“I think Auntie Hana is right,” Yoshi calls, looking sternly at her younger sister, “introductions are what are more important right now. But, for the record, I have no problem believing that little Taka has a boyfriend. He’s a wonderful person and anyone who can’t see that must be blind.”

Mondo grins at the words, nodding his head firmly in agreement. Hell yeah, that’s right! That’s the kinda shit he’d been saying for months! Damn, he thinks he and this Yoshi chick are gonna get alone just fine, heh… he can see Taka’s bright red face when he turns to look at the dude and while he had intended on looking only briefly, he can’t quite seem to tear his eyes away… 

“Anyway! My name is Yoshi Winters, I am one of Taka’s many cousins. It is a pleasure to meet you, Taka’s boyfriend,” Yoshi continues after a second, her eyes shining mischievously as they look at him. Mondo’s face heats up when he catches the look after finally tearing his eyes away from his kyoudai, feeling oddly nervous about something. Whatever, it don’t matter… “My husband, Alex, is currently upstairs with our two children, who are sleeping after the long car ride. I’m sure they’ll be up soon enough, eager to meet new people. Just a warning; my eldest— Samantha— is very much a talker and if she gets you in her sights, you will be subjected to an hour long rambling conversation about subjects only she understands.” 

“Sounds like a conversation with Taka,” Mondo mumbles under his breath, smirking as he looks up at the teen next to him. He makes sure to keep his eyes and smirk soft to ensure the dude doesn’t think he’s making fun of him, since he most definitely isn’t. At all. He can see Taka’s pout and glare, but he can also see a softness in return in his eyes, so he thinks Taka understands that he doesn’t mean it in a bad way. Not at all. 

Yoshi must have heard his comment since she’s smirking as well, her eyes lit up with that mischievous light again. She doesn’t comment on it and instead just continues to look at him, her head tilted pointedly in his direction. Ah… fuck. It’s his turn to introduce himself, ain’t it…? Fuck. 

Straightening his back as much as he can, he looks around the room and smiles as nicely as is possible. Which he knows isn’t that great, his smile has always looked a bit awkward, but whatever, he can’t fix that shit now. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Yoshi, and I am honored to have been invited to this family gathering,” Mondo says the practiced words carefully, forcing his voice to be as strong and assured as possible. He knows he could do better, though, shit… “My name is… uh. My name is Mondo Owada. Taka and I go to school together. It’s good to meet you all.” 

As soon as his name has left his lips, he can see the effect it has on both Miki and Yoshi. While before they’d been looking at him curiously (and a little sullenly, in Miki’s case), after he says his name, he can see their eyes widen, both chicks gasping softly and taking half a step back. It’s so fucking clear they recognize his name and are now fucking afraid of him, like everyone fucking is. He can feel their eyes as they dart back and forth between him and Taka, and it makes him feel like utter shit. 

He does all he can to shove it down, not wanting to ruin shit anymore, but he can’t help the discontent that rises inside of him at the fearful glances. It just gets worse when he hears Taka’s aunt let out a soft hum, the lady looking him up and down curiously, though she doesn’t seem disapproving. Though, again… maybe that’s just wishful fucking thinking… 

“Mondo Owada, hm? An interesting name,” Hana muses, causing Mondo’s stomach to clench uneasily. Shit… Hana pauses for a second, letting the moment sit, before continuing, voice a bit brighter than before. Maybe. 

“You are well met. My name is Hana Masuda, though you may call me Auntie Hana if you would like. Most people do. This is my husband, Akiro Masuda,” Hana gestures to a silent man Mondo hadn’t noticed before, who is standing to her right. The man bows slightly in greeting, Mondo bowing equally in return. It makes Hana smile, small as it is, and Mondo can only hope he didn’t mess this entire thing up. “So, you are Taka’s boyfriend, then? You are not what I imagined you to be.” 

The words cause Mondo to wince despite himself, shoulders bunching up with tension. Because… shit. Yeah, he’s not what he’d imagine Taka’s boyfriend to be like either… heh. 

And then…

“Hmph. I’ll say. He looks like a thug.” 

Mondo can feel his body tense more than it has all day, his heart beating quick at the all too familiar insult. His wide eyes dart over to the source of the words, his hands clenching when he sees Taka’s grandmother giving him a shrewd, clearly disapproving look. Well. If he was at all wondering whether she actually approved of him or not…

Chest tight and throat thick, Mondo watches dully as Kiyoshi rounds on her mother, eyes full of a silent fury he’s only ever seen his kyoudai have, the glare as impressive as Taka’s always has been. It honestly makes Mondo feel worse. Oh, fuck… 

“Mama! How on earth could you say such a thing?! That is not at all true and it is very disrespectful to say something so hurtful towards a guest!” Kiyoshi cries, tone very unhappy. Mondo clenches his hands as tight as he dares, his chest aching like a bitch, though he forces himself not to focus on it. He knew this was going to happen. He knew Taka’s family would never accept him, knew they’d see him as nothing more than a no good, criminal thug. Taka’s old man does, so why wouldn’t the rest of them? It’s not a surprise. It really isn’t. 

He wishes it didn’t hurt quite so badly, though…

“Oh? And why exactly shouldn’t I say that daughter? It’s not like what I said is untrue. We all know full well who he is, so why pretend otherwise?” 

Taka stiffens up next to him, the dude clearly feeling indignant on Mondo’s behalf, and Mondo wishes he could tell him not to bother. That it’s okay. That Mondo… that Mondo gets it. Yeah, it sucks balls, and he wishes shit was different, but the fact remains that he’s a goddamn piece of shit who’s done some horrible things in his life. It’s not other people’s fault when they see that and judge him accordingly. Why Taka sees anything in him at all, Mondo has no clue. He doesn’t deserve it. Christ knows he doesn’t deserve it. 

He’s never deserved Taka. Never. 

Shit like this is why he never thought of having anything more than this with Taka, though. More than… than what they have. It’s already more than he deserves. Anything more than that, and… shit. Shit. He can’t be thinking this shit.

“Kichi, that is enough. This is not the time for arguments, little sister. It does not do to judge a person on looks alone, as you well know. A person’s character requires more time to be determined,” Hana interjects before anything else can be said, her voice hard and unyielding. Mondo doesn’t even know what to think of it, as twisted as his insides feel. “Now, it has been a long day for all of us. I believe it would be good to allow our guests to retreat to their rooms and freshen up before dinner in an hour. Is that understood?” 

Despite himself, Mondo finds his eyes darting up when a thick silence descends around the room, feeling somewhat anxious as he looks over at Hana. He watches as the lady stares steadily at her sister, who is glaring steadily back. After a moment of this staring contest, Kichi grimaces and looks away, annoyance plain on her face. 

“Very well, ane. If that is what you think to be best,” Kichi grumbles, every inch the disgruntled granny she is. Mondo would find it amusing that even old ladies bow down to the demands of older siblings, but he’s not really in the mood to find anything amusing, really… 

He jolts a second later when he feels a gentle hand touch his shoulder, eyes wide as he looks up into soft, concerned scarlet. They are watery and are bleeding their emotions like always, and it takes Mondo’s breath away, his heart clenching pathetically. He can see a small, shaky smile rise on pale lips in his lower periphery, the eyes he’s still staring into speaking volumes that he can barely understand. He tries his hardest to smile back, but he can feel how shaky and unstable it is. His weakness shames him and he thinks that Taka would be so much better off without him. 

But Taka… Taka doesn’t seem to care. Taka just beams at him, his eyes lighting up like a goddamn Christmas tree, and it makes his heart hurt even worse. But it also… it also helps. Seeing Taka smile at him, having him so close, so near… it reminds him once more that no one else fucking matters. That it doesn’t matter if the whole world hates him, just as long as Taka doesn’t. As long as he has Taka… that’s all that fucking matters. He just has to hope that he never angers Taka enough to make the hall monitor hate him again… he honestly doesn’t know if he could handle that. He truly doesn’t. 

“Very well then. I shall explain the changes I have made,” Hana asserts after a moment of silence, her sharp eyes darting over to him and Taka briefly, head tilted curiously. Mondo doesn’t really notice it, though. He’s too busy looking at Taka, who looks steadily back. “Kiyoshi, you and your husband will be in your old room like usual. However, I felt that Taka and his boyfriend may wish to have more privacy than sleeping on your bedroom floor, so I cleared out an old closet that I believe should be big enough for them to share if they want it.” 

Hana pauses, before addressing him and Taka directly, eyes sharp on them again.

“It’s not much, but it’s the best I have to offer if you two wish for privacy. It’s up to you both if you wish to sleep there or sleep on the floor of your parent’s room.”

Taka looks away from him then— to Mondo’s private displeasure— and gives his aunt a wide-eyed look. 

“A-ah! I am certain the closet will be fine, Great Aunt Hana! You have my humblest thanks!” Taka exclaims, bowing slightly. It makes Mondo smile, his shoulders relaxing again as he looks at his kyoudai. He can still feel eyes on him, judging him, but he forces himself not to focus on it. He’s just here to pretend to be Taka’s boyfriend. It doesn’t matter if his family doesn’t like him, it’s not like they’re actually dating. Shit, if anything it’s better if they don’t like him. It means they’ll all prolly be glad when they ‘break up,’ and maybe that relief will make them feel more charitable towards him when they ‘go back’ to being just friends. Silver fucking linings and all that. 

Mondo watches dully as Hana smiles at Taka, her eyes soft and fond as she looks at the teen. She nods her head once and begins moving towards the doorway, clearly expecting them to follow her, her gait steady and even.

“Come along, then. I will show you where your living space will be.” 

Mondo shares a look with Taka, before shrugging and following after the lady, who he notices doesn’t use a cane like her sister does. As he exits the room, he doesn’t look at anyone and just keeps his eyes firmly ahead of himself, not wavering a centimeter. He knows it’s fucking rude, but at this moment he just doesn’t care. He’s so fucking tired and it’s not even night time yet. He just needs to remove himself from this situation before he quite literally explodes. 

Once out of the room, Mondo is able to relax only slightly, glad to no longer be stared at. He knows that he’s not in the clear yet, though, so he doesn’t let himself pause to catch his breath and just continues to follow Hana. They eventually reach a flight of stairs that Hana wordlessly climbs, not even looking back to see if they’re still following. Without a word, Mondo bends down and grabs Taka’s monstrosity of a bag as he begins to climb after the lady, the burn of the weight honestly soothing. He can feel Taka’s eyes on him as they follow, but it’s easier to handle just Taka than everyone else. It always has been. 

It’s not long after they reach the top of the staircase that Hana stops outside a plain sliding door, turning to face them at last with a piercing look. 

“Here we are, boys. Like I said, it’s not very large but I believe you both will have enough space to at least lie down and sleep, should you chose to stay in here. You can either keep your things on the shelves, or else you can keep them in your parent’s room, Taka,” Hana says, looking steadily at them both. She opens the closet and gestures for them to look inside, which they do after a moment’s pause. 

It’s… well, small would be an understatement. He can tell it was originally meant as a fairly large walk in closet, perhaps for storing cleaning supplies. He thinks that it’s roughly a meter long and a little under two meters wide, making it a decently sized closet, but a small ass room. And honestly, Mondo doesn’t know if he’ll even fit inside while lying down, since he’s roughly 187 cm and he can’t imagine the room being much wider than that. If he does fit, he can already tell it will be a tight squeeze, especially with Taka added into the mix. He does notice that there is a sleeping mat placed on the floor that takes up almost the entirety of the space, which he guesses will make sleeping on the ground somewhat softer, but prolly not by much. All in all, it leaves a lot to be desired as sleeping spaces go.

But honestly… it sure as hell ain’t the worst place he’s slept. After their ma died when he was eight, he and Daiya were kinda homeless for a year and had to sleep in some… interesting places while Dai worked on figuring out how to gain custody of him so he wouldn’t be shipped off back to their piece of shit old man. He had never minded, though. Not even when they had to sleep under an overpass in the dead of winter, huddling together for warmth. It wasn’t that bad as long as he had Daiya there with him. And just like then, he thinks that he can handle sleeping on a thin mat in this small ass closet just as long as he can have Taka beside him. 

He looks over at Taka and finds that the teen is already looking at him, his lips pulled down in a frown as he cocks his head in silent question. Mondo shrugs in reply, nodding to show that he doesn’t mind sleeping here. Especially if it means they don’t have to sleep on the floor of Taka’s parent’s room, which he shudders to think of. Talk about fucking awkward as shit… Taka lets out a little hum, turning to his aunt with a wide smile and another shallow bow. 

“I believe that this will work, Great Aunt Hana! Thank you very much!”

Hana smiles softly back at him, her eyes softening from the intense stare she had been giving them before. She then reaches out and gently pats Taka’s cheek, humming under her breath. 

“Good. I am glad. But, before I leave, I must say that it really is good to see you again, my nephew. Words cannot express how much it gladdens me to see that you have finally taken an interest in dating. Seeing you happy, my child, is what I have always wanted the most. If he makes you happy, then that is all that matters in my mind,” Hana murmurs to Taka, eyes on him alone. It makes Mondo a little uncomfortable to see such a private and tender scene, especially one that is kinda about him. Neither participant seems to mind his presence, though, so he just stands there, feeling awkward as fuck…

“A-ah… t-thank you, Great Aunt Hana… that- that means quite a lot to me… a-and yes. He… he does make me happy. Very much so,” Taka replies quietly after a moment, his eyes shiny and his lips pulled up into a gentle smile. Taka looks over at him then, causing Mondo’s heart to begin racing stupidly, mouth going dry. He ignores it like always and just smiles gently back.

“That is wonderful to hear, dear Taka. Now, I shall leave you two alone to get settled in your room. If you find that you dislike it, I’m afraid that the only other available space we have is, as I’ve said, with your parents. You are welcome to sleep there instead, if you prefer. Either way, I shall let you both rest and will see the two of you in an hour for dinner. Farewell.” 

With that, Hana retreats down the hall, away from them both. Mondo watches after her for a minute, until he is certain she is out of view. The second he determines that she is, he allows himself to fully let out the breath he’d been holding and relaxes against the wall, his exhaustion hitting him like a ton of bricks. 

Fuck, was that tense as shit. Don’t get him wrong, Mondo has faced a shit ton of tense and awkward situations in his life. But that had to be one of the worst, more so considering he was unable to escape it like he usually would. And he just… he hates being forced into awkward, tense situations without knowing what the fuck to do. He always has. It’s one of the reasons why he created his ‘tough guy biker’ persona, honestly. Tough guy bikers don’t have to worry about being judged. Tough guy bikers just beat the shit out of anyone who dares to fucking judge them. In many ways, it’s easier to just be a tough guy biker who doesn’t give a shit about what other people think. 

As Mondo relaxes against the wall, he can see Taka staring at him anxiously, the teen shifting awkwardly like he wants to say something. Mondo knows exactly what he wants to say— of course he does, Taka is the easiest book to read on the shelf— and he can feel his shoulders start to bunch up again in anticipation at the stupid as fuck question he knows the teen wants to ask. And when Taka finally opens his mouth…

“Mondo… I was wondering-“

“I’m fuckin’ fine, Taka, god fuckin’ dammit,” Mondo growls, eyes narrowing with annoyance. Shit. He adores his kyoudai, but fuck can he be a broken record at times. He’d hoped his promise would make this shit stop, but apparently not…

He feels even more like shit when Taka reels back, his eyes widening for a second, before narrowing with hurt. It pains Mondo to see his friend look so upset, especially knowing it was his fucking fault, but he just… shit. Maybe he ain’t doing that great with all of this… he wants to be, wants to be able to do this shit no problem, but… fuck…

“I… I- I know that, my kyoudai. That wasn’t what I was going to ask. I remember your promise, after all, and I know you would not go back on that,” Taka mutters, eyes falling to the ground as he fiddles with the hem of his jacket. All of which makes Mondo feel even worse, god fucking dammit… Taka continues before Mondo can try to apologize, the teen looking uncomfortable and unhappy, which guts Mondo completely. “I… I was going to ask if you’d like to get some rest. I don’t know about you, but I am feeling… very tired. And I would like to rest before the rest of my family arrives. If you would rather not, then I can always give you a tour of the house I suppose, once we get our things settled. O-or I- I could show you the forest… I- I know how much you enjoy things like that, kyoudai, so if it will make you happy I will be more than willing to take you and explore the place together, though it truly isn’t that big, I don’t even know if it technically qualifies as a forest, really, and-“

“I think some rest would be fine, man,” Mondo interrupts as gently as he can, knowing that if he doesn’t then Taka will just keep on going for the next hour. Taka jerks his head up to look at him, eyes wide and tight, though they soften when they see that Mondo means what he says. It helps him relax again to see Taka relax, the tension flowing right on out. 

With that decided, Mondo moves to close the door carefully, the room a lot more claustrophobic with it shut, but he honestly prefers that to the paranoid idea that Taka’s family is watching him. Moving in sync like they usually do, he and Taka begin putting their things away, no more words needed as a comfortable silence rises between them. Since the space is so small, they don’t have much room for storage, but there are several shelves and drawers that have been cleared for them to put their things in. Mondo keeps his shit in his duffel for efficiency’s sake, while Taka removes his uniforms and begins hanging them up along the back wall where a pole resides. It will end up giving them even less space, but Mondo doesn’t complain, knowing how important his uniforms are to Taka. He just feels glad he was able to convince the dude that he doesn’t need to wear his arm band during the break. Small fucking victory, really. 

Once everything is set up to Taka’s liking, Mondo watches as the teen gingerly kneels on the floor, grabbing the blankets they’d found on one of the numerous shelves. Taka then lies on the thin mat, shifting to get comfortable. Mondo blinks in surprise when he sees Taka hesitantly open his arms while looking up at him so fucking shyly, which Mondo knows from experience means that the dude wants to hold Mondo, for once. They don’t do shit like that often, since it embarrasses the hell out of Mondo, but he’s feeling just shitty enough to oblige his kyoudai. 

He quickly removes his stupid ass ‘respectable’ get up and changes into something more appropriate for sleeping, which is hard considering how cramped it is. He’s proud to say he only hits his head three times, letting out muffled curses for each. Once that is done, Mondo awkwardly lies down beside Taka, the mat as uncomfortable as he imagined. 

There’s a split second of awkwardness now that they’re laying down together, but Mondo quickly moves passed it as he shifts to do what Taka had wordlessly requested. It’s hard considering he barely fits in the space in the first place, but after some careful shifting and maneuvering, Mondo is able to rest his head gently atop Taka’s surprisingly comfortable chest, back to the wall, listening to the teen’s steadily beating heart. He can hear the beat speed up, which in turn causes his own to follow suit, but it’s not bad. He even kind of likes it, even if he has to awkwardly bend his legs to not bump them into the wall. 

As he curls his right hand lightly into Taka’s undershirt, he feels Taka hesitantly wrap his arms around him, pulling him slightly closer. Mondo goes easily, burying his face into Taka’s neck and breathing deep. As he’d said, they don’t do shit like this often, have maybe done it a total of three times including now, but… but Mondo kind of likes it. Being the one who is held for once. Don’t get him wrong, it makes him feels weak as shit, but as long as he doesn’t focus on that, it’s… it’s not that bad. In fact, it’s really, really fucking nice. So… so fucking nice…

“I know that what happened earlier was not… ideal, kyoudai. And I cannot say if it will get any better or not. All I can say is that I am so very glad you are here with me, my dearest friend. And that I am more grateful than words can say to have you,” Taka whispers into his hair, arms tightening until all Mondo can feel is Taka. Still, Mondo tries to press closer, his leg hesitantly moving between Taka’s so they can get even closer. He can hear Taka’s breath hitch— which makes him doubt himself greatly— but he feels so much like shit right now, and being close to Taka like this just… it makes him feel better, alright? So, he pushes aside the doubt and snuggles close, turning his mind the fuck off for once. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever man. Ya know I’d do fuckin’ anythin’ fer you. Just… go the fuck ta sleep, Taka. We can figure the rest a’ this shit out later. Okay?” 

Taka hums softly at the order, nodding against the top of Mondo’s head. He doesn’t reply back and just squeezes him tightly once, before relaxing against the mat. A few minutes later, Taka is fast asleep, the hall monitor clearly exhausted if he willingly would fall asleep during the middle of the day. But Mondo doesn’t mind. While he doesn’t think he’ll be able to get any actual sleep, it’s good enough for him to lie here with Taka and just… exist, he guesses. Be with his kyoudai, one of the most important people in his life. Not worry about how unworthy he is, or how he doesn’t deserve this at all. It’s fine. He… he’s fine. 

He’ll have to be. 

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Ha, I hope y'all liked the OC's. I kind of based Yoshi's interaction with Taka on how I interact with my own younger cousins. They were born when I was 7 (they're twins, one boy and one girl) and I remember holding one of them when they were only a few months old. The other didn't let me since he was a bit crankier than his sister. And now they're graduating from high school next year and I'm in graduate school. Oof. I don't get to see them often since they live across the country, but whenever I do I always have that whole "why are you getting so old!!!! Stop!!! Aging!!!!!" thing. I'm the baby of my family, with only one older brother, so seeing younger family members age is distressing, ha.

#The Ultimate (Fake) Boyfriend #Danganronpa #Danganronpa fanfiction #Mondo's POV #Kiyotaka Ishimaru #Mondo Owada #My fanfic #OCs #WIP

[mieletcrepes]

IT'S DONE

i finished zero time dilemma. 22:34:41 over about 5 days (jesus christ.) below the cut will be spoilers, this'll be a disjointed thought dump. might have something more coherent later. we'll see :3

i am mentally ill about d-team

like seriously i think all of them as a group are tied with clover for favorite zero escape character. high bar to reach

their force quit section was so sweet ;;;;

also their vas were SO good. in general the en voice acting is really well done for this game

d-team definitely had the best endings too. the other team-specific ones were fine i guess

wait hold on i'll give my thoughts on each ending in order

1st coinflip ending is underwhelming in a good way. it was also my first ending, and it serves well to get you interested in where this is going i think.

apocalypse ending explains how junpei and akane got to the vlr timeline at least! the way akane refuses to let junpei help her at all is depressing but she probably needs to keep the timeline consistent so quark gets vlr'd or something.

crossbow ending was like 'oh ok that's it?' very unremarkable

perceptive ending was also very underwhelming but it's just kind of an easter egg so (shrug)

q ending was a good bridge to the final ending i think. eric is annoying here but when is he not.

i am eric hater no. 1

false reality ending was fine, served its purpose i guess. not sure why it's not listed as one of the endings on the save file but ok sure

radical-6 release ending has me chewing on the walls. diana i am so sorry. holy shit. she makes me feel emotions. she refused to kill phi even though she was infected........ she wanted to save both phi and sigma............

twins ending was long as hell but wow was that a rollercoaster. diana i am so sorry. sigma i am so sorry. phi i am so sorry. delta please die

final ending was good and i am ecstatic that they kept their memories intact! why did it end like that though. it like built up to carlos deciding whether or not to shoot delta then just faded to black??? what the fuck game. rude.

in general this game can be summed up as 'd-team is perfect in every way akane and junpei are having issues and everyone else is there'

the new characters were all somewhat boring to me? except mira i love mira but sean eric and carlos are all just there for most of it. although i'm not a fan of their archetypes so it might just be personal preference

fuck eric

i wish akane and junpei's relationship was like. explored a little more? which is weird because a lot of c-team's screentime is them bickering about their relationship but i don't think they ever really fully talked things out

i miss k vlr

i love you d-team

diana and sigma only straight people ever

in conclusion: ztd is a fun game but the original characters were pretty lacking for me and the storyline felt a little underwhelming in comparison to the other games? the fragment format is interesting in concept but i feel like it takes away from the experience since you don't really know when things happen relative to each other + in which timelines

a lot of vlr and 999's impact came from how things developed over time and ztd just didn't really have that except for the more long-winded endings

she fucked that old man/10

#nereid time dilemma #don't mind the bullet point format it's easier to get my thoughts out when i don't need to make full sentences

[tolbachik]

Hi again! How’s it going? Thank you for your kind words, I’ll be sure to give myself a break if I need it ^^

Once I finish my Latin education, I might want to go on to study ancient Greek. The language has always fascinated me, though I’ve always procrastinated on learning it. I’ve also considered making videos analyzing Roman graffiti, but I’d have to get over my camera shyness first haha. People tend to focus on the funnier graffiti, which is understandable, but I think other kinds of graffiti deserve love too :]

Are there any thing you plan on learning, or that you’d like learn if you had the means? It could be anything, a craft, a language, an instrument :D

Clemens!! I always liked Clemens, I remember being so happy when he was able to escape Pompeii, but was kinda disappointed that he only showed up for one chapter in book two :[ I remember not paying much attention to Quintus in the first book, but I really came around to him in the next two books :]

I always loved Uranus, I felt like it was such an under-appreciated planet. I remember just thinking that it looked really cool as a kid haha. I also was always interested in Neptune, partially because of its elusiveness.

In your last response you brought up being interested in space travel as well. Do you have any favorite space missions? :]

Also don’t worry about getting to my recommendations right away! I have to be in a music listening mood to appreciate an album, so I totally relate to that feeling of being in a musical rut!

Also, that video of Norma Tanega is so cute! I love when you can tell that a musician truly loves what they’re doing! I’ll have to check out the redr of her other music sometime :D

I like to write about historical topics and media analysis. I especially like to connect modern media back to ancient myths, and sorta analyze why these kinds of narratives are so appealing to people. I also like to write about misconceptions we have about the ancient world, specifically Greece and Rome, since those are what I’m most familiar with. Though looking into disproving these myths is fun in itself, I also like to try and find how the myth formed and why it was perpetuated! I just think it’s so interesting how you can tell a lot about a culture based on what stories they tell :] Sorry that this was kinda long winded, I got a little carried away haha ^^’

Also, I definitely understand having a hard time sharing writing. I always get a bit bashful when showing people my art or writing, even online. It feels very vulnerable to put your work out there, so I totally get it. Once you start looking for beta readers, I’d love to volunteer! Admittedly, I’m a bit of a slow reader, so I might not be the best at beta reading, but I’d love to give it a shot! :D

I’m glad you were able to tackle that problem! I love ruminating on things in my mind as well. There's something so satisfying about figuring out the solution to a problem after thinking about it in the shower haha

I know you’re a writer, but do you like to read as well? If so, do you have any favorite books? :D

I’m so happy these asks make your day! I always look forward to reading your responses and writing the next one. SRS came up during a kinda tumultuous time for me, and it has really helped to keep me grounded and gave me something to anticipate every day. Your responses mean a lot to me, and I always love to hear what you have to say! I hope you have a good day/night! :]

- 🎲

Hello again! So sorry for the delay; yesterday was fairly busy for me, so I didn't really get a chance to reply! Thank you for your patience, I really appreciate it.

Oh wow, that sounds like a lot of fun! If you decide to go through with it, I hope you enjoy it a lot! Now, I forget; did they have a Cambridge Greek course as well, or just Latin? And that's totally fair; with Latin alone I'm sure you had a lot on your plate, so take the time you need before you move on to Greek! If you do ever make videos, I'd love to watch them. I know very little about Roman graffiti, so it'd be fun to learn more! Any examples you'd like to share?

Hmm, well, I would really like to learn how to read sheet music and play piano if I ever got the energy or time. I know a tiny bit, and how to play a few parts of a few songs, but nothing major beyond that, really! What about you? Aside from languages, what other stuff do you want to try to learn in life?

Right? He definitely deserved more attention, I think! I forget quite a bit, but I think Quintus did some pretty good stuff towards the end of it all, right? I'm so glad people are still reading those books, they're such a good way to introduce people to the language, I think!

The ice giants are both great; I truly hope we can get something out there again soon! From what I understand, China is potentially going to have a small probe perform a flyby of Uranus in the 2040s, but I don't know if they'll go through with it or not. No clue if we'll ever get anything for Neptune, but here's to hoping! 😭 I'd have to say Skylab! Not for anything special it did, but I feel like it was one of the last things that encompassed the dreams of the 60s and 70s, y'know? Of a future with civilians living and working in space, but obviously things didn't turn out that way lol Aside from that, I think the Soviet Zond 5 was interesting scientifically, since it was the first mission to carry life to the Moon! It was two turtles, a few fruit fly eggs, and some seeds. They all survived too, thankfully! A little starved, but they made it! Ah, quite the opposite! Talking to you has gotten me back into listening to music again, and I've enjoyed it all so far! Thank you so much, I really do mean it. Sometimes I just get tired of listening to music, but having new stuff is a great help! And I hope you enjoy the rest of Norma Tanega's stuff; she's very nice to listen to, and had a great personality from what it seems. Please, talk about your interests as much as you want! I love seeing people be so passionate about things, it really warms my heart. I'd love to hear of some misconceptions people have; I'm sure I've fallen for a few, as well! On top of that, what's your favorite myth you've encountered so far? I love talking about ancient civilizations as well, although I've read more about Pre-Columbian civilizations more than I have others!

It's hard sharing anything you yourself make, isn't it? It's such a vulnerable thing to do, to have complete strangers or even friends see the things you've made. I'm sure it gets easier with time, but I'm sure there'll always be that little bit of shyness, no matter what. I'd love to see what sort of things you've made, if you ever feel like sharing! And there's no rush at all; it's a lot to read, so there's no pressure at all. I'm just thankful that you're willing, it means a lot to me! Thank you! I think the best/worst part is when it's late at night or early in the morning, and it just suddenly hits you; you have to write it down or else you'll forget and fall back asleep! It's happened to me more than I can count lol That's a good question! I like some older scifi authors like Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, and Douglas Adams, but I also like some nonfiction writers like Marshall T. Savage (his "The Millennial Project" was a huge inspiration for me growing up!), Michael Pollan, and Charles C. Mann are all great too. What about you? Aww, same here! And I'm so sorry things have been rough for you lately; I hope they settle down for you, and that you can enter a calm and happy era of your life once more. I know you're on anon and we still don't know each other all too well, but if you ever need anything, let me know! Please take care, and have a great rest of your day! Talk to you again soon!

#my posts #asks #srs23 #cube #🎲

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

.

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

.

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

#knb headcanons #knb imagines #knb fluff #kuroko no basket x reader #knb x reader #kuroko x reader #kagami x reader #murasakibara x reader #akashi x reader #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

[lavynrose]

- a oneshot for artem wing when he finally mustered up courage to ask out their s/o to hang out as friends (theme parks or just garden strolls, you can pick which type of place you want i won't mind!) to confess to them and when he confesses their s/o confesses at the same time too? and the s/o is kinda shy and awkward with him so he gets surprised and all flustered with them confessing at the same time?

(ackk this has been stuck in my head for a while, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language! i hope u have a great day!! :D <3)

- coomkie anon ♡

Artem Wing and his s/o confessing at the same time pt. 1

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Grammatical errors probably

Notes: blushy artem is best artem, and we have celestine being the best wingwoman again

enjoy an amusement park date with Artem <3

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

If it had been any other person, they would be home right now.

but not him.

Even now, as the looming hours of the night began to tick, he sits at his swivel chair, busied with the love of his life called paperwork.

"Aren't you overworking yourself?" He looked up from his papers to see Celestine waltzing inside his office with documents in hand.

The question should've made him stop and think to at least consider getting rest, but no, we're talking about Artem the workaholic here.

He has heard Celestine's question directed at him for the past few days, and from different people at that.

"Overworking means I have more time to double-check these documents," Artem said as he reached out for the folder that Celestine brought over, "Don't you think it's pretty convenient?"

"Artem," She started with concern in her blue-green eyes, "I know you're trying to distract yourself."

Artem was silent for a few moments before coughing, "Whatever do you mean? There's nothing I have to distract myself from." He said with complete calmness in his voice that he could even fool himself.

"You don't have to hide it, you know? I see the way you look at them," She smiled as she recalled the lingering stares and soft smiles setting display into Artem's face when he's around his colleague "The way you act around Y/N." she added with a hint of teasing.

The mention of your name seemed to short-circuit Artem's brain, Celestine took advantage of this with delight.

"Also... They've been getting friendly and close with that new employee.." She puts her hands on her chin, thinking.

Earlier today, she caught Artem's looks of distraught while his eyes were on you and the new guy. You were having a friendly conversation.

Too friendly.

After that, The youngest senior attorney even requested you to work with him at his desk, claiming that he, quote "needs to keep close tabs on the files that Y/N is handling." end quote.

but Celestine knew better.

Jealous is the only word that can describe how Artem was acting. She decided she will push his buttons tonight.

"Aren't you... threatened?" She beamed at him, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

"They've been on your mind lately, I reckon."

"..."

"They're getting closer with each other, don't you think?"

"..."

Hopeless. Celestine thought.

To say that she's frustrated with this whole situation surrounding the two of you is an understatement. Everyone in your circle clearly sees it - you and Artem like each other.

In the way he bought cake for the whole office that one afternoon the day after an episode of an office drama aired, or in the way that he went out of his way to take care of you in the hospital when you overworked yourself to sickness, or in the way you blushed around each other, the lingering touches, oh the lingering touches. It was all obvious.

The both of you spend your time together more than anyone else, everyone thinks your blooming affections were inevitable at this point. Solving controversial cases meant having the mental and emotional intimacy to get to know each other better compared to your average professional relationship.

You don't see each other as "working partners" anymore, it's clear that you guys want each other as a different kind of partner.

It was known to everyone except for the two of you, apparantly.

Celestine sighed before rummaging through the magazine shelf in the office, grinning when she found what she's looking for.

Artem shot her a look of suspicion. He has a bad feeling about this.

"There." She said with satisfaction before dropping the magazine into his desk.

The magazine lays there, with an eye-catching font and colorful cover page, Artem blushes as his eyes read, 100 cute date ideas...

Judging from the cover, the magazine might actually be useful when giving date suggestions. Under the big font however, there was a smaller text that read, Your significant other is waiting!

What is this...

"I'm sorry but I have work to finish." He tried his best to unsee what he just saw, and decided to turn his focus on the headache of workload in front of him instead.

Celestine raised her eyebrows at him with a frown, "Don't be stubborn now, I'm your boss, I'm giving you both a day-off tomorrow. I mean, you haven't used your day-off at all ever since you started working here. So please. " Her voice is laced with concern.

He looked away with a sentimental look in his eyes, "You don't have to do this for me. I'm fine with... Giving them affection without them realizing it."

Celestine just frowns deeper.

"Come on now Artem, doesn't it sound tempting to you?" She clasped her hands and continued a little too excitedly like a schoolgirl in love, "Having alone time with Y/N, finally asking them out on the date so the other guys threatening your future can back off."

It does sound tempting, Artem admits.

He looked away with reddened cheeks, "I'll think about it."

He doesn't need to look at Celestine to know she's sporting a big grin right now.

Later that night on his bed, his mind keeps flashing images of you. You, wearing a big, warm smile on your face. You, with your little mannerisms that he came to memorize from hours of being with you. Every little thing, every moment, as long as it's with you, he cherishes it.

Oops. The butterflies are starting.

He didn't mind.

You looked stunning today, but then again, he finds you stunning everyday.

When was I this cheesy? He thought to himself.

His thoughts kept racing with reveries about you when a new image interrupted every nice thought.

It was of you and the new employee laughing together.

He frowned and his stomach churns.

"Are they interested in each other?" He finds himself asking the wind. His mind was reeling.

He thinks about the time when he first heard you say that you were married to your work. Surely, you aren't interested in being in a relationship with some guy, right?

Right?

Groaning, he then realized that he needs to make a move now before it's too late.

To him, you're the loveliest person he's ever met, your kindness, your welcoming smile, the passion that you present when you're in the court, the way you always remain headstrong no matter how many people clash with you and try to break your principles.

The only one that occupies his heart, you.

Artem is sure he won't regret giving you his feelings, and eventually, reveal them.

He got up from his bed and sent a glare at the magazine that is now resting on the lamp table beside his bed, mocking him. He picked it up with less hesitation than before.

'What should I choose?' Artem asked himself before flipping the pages, a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

This is a big step for him, and he wants to make sure that he's going to do it right.

7:00am

You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs as the sunlight permeated through your bedroom window, the yellow glow giving you a peaceful feeling, a new day is about to start.

A new day without work at that.

You had been ecstatic when Celestine called you to inform you last night of your long awaited day-off, you smiled at the memory as you stand up to brush your teeth.

"You deserve it for all your hardwork!" Even through the phone, you heard the smile in her voice.

Soon, your thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired man.

'How about Artem? I'm his assistant, does he get a day-off too?' You wondered as you finished washing your mouth, finally heading off to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

You were about to choose what to eat from the fridge when you hear a song play from your phone in your room.

You hurriedly went back as you recognized that ringtone - that ringtone you had set for a particular contact.

There on the screen, displays the name of the object of your affections.

Mr. Wing.

'Why is he calling this early? What could he possibly need?' you thought to yourself before pressing the green button.

"Good morning Artem, what is it?" you didn't even try to hide the happiness from your voice, Artem calling you this early doesn't happen often, after all.

"Good morning. Do you have plans for today?" His morning voice echoed through your ears. It was husky and rough, filling all of your senses.

Realizing that he just woke up, you can't help but blush at the thought of being the first person to talk to him today.

He thought of you first thing in the morning!

You tried to control the lingering heat in your face as you replied, "Uhm, yes uhh- none. I have no plans for today, Artem. I'll be thinking of what to do though. Why did you ask? " You hoped he didn't mind the sttuttering mess presented to him this early in the morning.

You wondered if there's an emergency case needed to be taken care of, he rarely ever calls outside of work.

Then again, you're always at work.

"That's good," the other line was silent for a bit. As your anticipation for his reply grew, he finally said, "A new amusement park is going be opened today. I heard they'll be having a fireworks display tonight to celebrate the opening."

You've heard about the said amusement park from your coworkers yesterday, you even heard that it was a project from PAX.

Marius' wealth truly knows no bounds, you thought.

Kiki even invited you to come with her this sunday, as it's the only freetime the both of you had before Celestine's sudden news of a day-off.

Is Artem coming there today? He doesn't seem like the type to go to amusement parks, but now you know that he likes them, or at least he didn't mind going, you added this info to your list of things about Artem that make you fall in love with him more and more. Because let's be honest, what's there not to like about the man?

He's handsome, sweet, a good cook, a senior attorney you can look up to, and he always makes sure to reassure you that you're doing well, that he's proud of you.

He cleared his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to go there..." He paused, his nerves getting the better of him, unbeknownst to you, "With me? I have two tickets, and I wanted to invite a close friend. Is that alright with you? "

What?

'Is he asking me out on a date!?' you were practically screaming internally as you paced frantically in your room.

No. No way. This isn't a date. Not until he says so.

He said 'close friend' so you shouldn't overthink this. You were partners, after all!

At least you try to convince yourself.

"Of course Artem. I'm glad you invited me, I'm really happy." You weren't lying, his invite was the most unexpected thing that happened to you this week.

He hummed, "I'm happy, too. I'll be there at 2:30pm to fetch you, they'll open around 3pm. " He said in a gentle voice before hanging up.

You pumped your fist in the air. You have plenty of time to prepare.

2:30pm

Among all of the outfits that you could've worn today, you decided to wear a cute, beige, knitted sweater. A pair of faded ripped jeans, white sneakers, and a beanie to top it all off.

The amusement park being your destination, you decided to wear casual clothing since you'd be hopping on rides left and right.

You wouldn't want to wear a skirt just for it to blow on the wind while you're in the air, screaming for dear life.

Nope. You definitely don't want that.

You're now waiting outside your apartment after Artem sent you a text 5 minutes ago that he's on his way.

Your head is plagued with expectations on how this friendly date is going to go. You've never felt as giddy as this before.

It's understandable, right? The person you like asked you out to go with him to an amusement park - using his morning voice, nonetheless, so it wouldn't be strange for you to think that this is like an actual date.

You bonked yourself mentally.

You keep reminding yourself that it's just a friendly date. It's just a friendly date. You believe in the power of your mind, it's a friendly date. He even said so himself.

Artem's going to think you're weird. It's not like you're going to hold hands or anything...

Yet, you didn't even try to stop the daydream clouding your mind.

While you were busy indulging yourself in your fantasies, your eyes caught a familiar spot of black in the parking lot. Artem's car!

That's your cue. When his car stopped, you made your way over to him with a small smile on your face.

His black car opened, spilling out Artem clad in his casual clothing.

You scanned his appearance, taking in those breath-taking, familiar eyes. Taking in the beige, knitted sweater he's wearing, paired with slacks and black shoes.

Wait.

You did a double take- beige, knitted sweater?

You looked at his clothes, then looked down at your own, then back at his again.

Red and warmth crept up to your cheeks as realization hits you.

You kind of looked like a couple.

"What's wrong?" Artem inquired with concern as he stepped closer and reached out his hands to your flustered form.

He even placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

Yes, you think you have a fever.

It's only when he got to take a good look at you when realization hits him the way it hit you.

He retreated his hand and looked away, face as warm as yours.

"Uhh..."

"..."

Why are you acting like a highschooler!? You're better than this, getting flustered just because you wore identical clothes.

With the person you like, you added.

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up with a grin, thankful that the pink that dusted your cheeks is now cooling down a bit, "We should get going now."

You expected the ride to be as awkward as earlier, but to your relief, that wasn't the case at all.

Artem played the radio on your drive to the amusement park, and even asked you about how you're feeling lately and whatnot.

Honestly, with how he's always so concerned about your well-being, you're doomed to fall even harder.

"What are your favorite rides, Artem?" You decided to talk about something connected to where you're going to go.

"Hmm," as he hummed, you looked in front of the car to see the gates of the amusement park came into view. You can even see the familiar structure of a rollercoaster and a really grand ferris wheel turning slowly.

Majestic.

Is the motif for this amusement park golden!? The railings are shimmering with gold, some parts of the rides are adorned with gold, wherever you look, gold!

PAX outdid themselves with this one, definitely took "shining, shimmering, splendid" to a whole new level. Too much for the word grandeur, you think.

You can't even imagine how wide the place must be. You haven't even stepped foot inside, yet your eyes were oogling as some more rides were seen from outside the gates.

"We're here Artem! Look!" From your side, Artem turns to take a look from the road to the park, his eyes screaming nothing but amusement.

"It's beautiful," He breathed while you nodded furiously with agreement. He shot you a look, "I'm glad I get to spend my first time here with you." The softness is his eyes is blinding as you stared at him and processed his words.

"Me too..." you managed to choke out, turning away to hide your blush.

While you were taming your flushed cheeks, Artem had parked the car already.

He opened the doors for the both of you as he offered you his arm. Confusion takes over your features.

"So you wouldn't get lost, it's a big crowd out here, " He tilted his head to have a better look at your still sitting form inside the car, "Let's go?" He said with that gentle smile, as comforting as ever.

You stood up and linked your arm with his and suggested, "How about the bumpy car first?" excitement was evident in your voice.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Whatever you wish." He said as he locked the car doors with a click. You both headed to check in and do the formalities first. After all that, with a skip to your step, you pulled Artem to the bumpy car's ticket booth, and went inside.

You're elated.

"I can't believe the Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney, is losing to me!" You sound hysterical as you bumped Artem's car with yours over and over, your bumpy car dominating his.

This is fun! Just minutes earlier, the atmosphere between you and Artem seemed a little tight because of the matching clothing incident. Just a little. However, the laughter of everyone playing in this space is infectious, it leaves you in a really good and playful mood.

It makes you feel like you were a kid again. You hope Artem feels the same.

Before playing, you made a bet with him earlier that whoever bumps the other the most, wins.

"Y/N. I think this car is defective." He said with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands tinker whatever there was in the steering wheel.

You looked over to him and replied, "We can switch cars, let me see." The two of you switched from each other's bumpy ride and you assessed the supposedly 'broken' car.

You realized he didn't push the right buttons to ride the bumper properly.

"Artem..." You looked at him blankly and said, "Have you ever been to bumpy cars before?"

He was silent before replying with darting eyes, "No, I haven't," He cleared his throat, "I have only been to the ferris wheel and escape rooms, I haven't been to bumpy rides before. Sorry."

You beamed at him.

"Don't be sorry!" You flail your arms to disagree, "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually happy that you allowed me to drag you here despite you not having played it before." You flashed him a thankful smile.

He looked a little surprised at first, but then that warm smile of his came back, "Thank you." You stared at each other's eyes for a few beats in time, his ocean eyes containing a sparkle you rarely see them hold. It looks so gentle, so welcoming.

So fond.

You stared at each other for a while, his deep eyes were enough to drown out the crowd. To drown out everything that existed but him.

Blinking, you snapped out of it to teach him how to drive the car.

The cars were booster types, different from the old models wherein you just turn the wheels and you'll be good. In this specific model, commands are needed to be performed in order for the car to execute it's special feature.

"You turn it like this..." Artem is a fast-learner, so the both you were back on track as soon as you guided him the directions.

In the end, you were tied, the bumper time limit resulting the draw.

"I'm definitely beating you next time!" you declared with a smug look, hands on your waist.

After the bumper, a receptionist from what seemed like a family raft ride made his way to invite the two of you.

"You guys look like you're having fun!" He then pointed at the paper he's holding and said with persuasion, "You're going to have even more fun here! The family raft ride is the only free ride we're offering in the park for it's first day, be sure not to miss out on this special bonus!" He then turned his heel to find more costumers.

You blinked, "Too bad we don't have extra clothes..." You hung your head low and you sighed as your mind thinks of a different ride to enjoy.

"Well, he did say it's a special bonus," Artem pondered, "They sell clothes here anyway, and there are restrooms we can change on," you wondered if this is going the way you think it's going, "I can see no harm in trying this free ride." He finished with the corners of his lips turned upwards.

Your eyes sparkled with so much joy that he's glad he suggested this.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" You squeal and jump from where you stand and Artem could only shake his head at you with an adoring look in his ocean eyes.

You both headed to the line of people waiting to get their tickets for the raft.

"That's a long line..." You're already mentally tired as you stared at the single file of people in front of you.

"There's still plenty of time before the fireworks at 7pm, I can go and buy us ice cream. Do you want some? "

You're face fell, remembering you were on a diet, "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I'm on a diet." An ice cream sounds really tempting right now, but you must resist.

"I heard they sell low-fat ice cream in here. How about that?" He proposed as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.

He knew this would do you in, sure enough, you gave him the biggest grin you could muster.

"You're the best, Artem! Any flavor is fine, by the way. " You beamed as he turned his heel to the ice cream stall, you just stared at his back the whole time he was away.

A minute later, the man wearing a cozy beige sweater that matches yours turned around and went over to you, two chocolate chip ice cream in hand. You reached out to take your ice cream, your fingers brushing.

You ignored the tingling feeling and the chills. He looked away.

While eating, you talked about how the line for the rollercoaster was two times longer than the raft's even though it's literally free.

"I believe they added a new feature to the coaster." Artem reasoned.

"You bet. The rides' golden theme is already impressive enough," You eyed the unbelievably long line from the coaster's ticket booth, "We can go back here some time to see that feature for ourselves." your face heated as you realized the implications in your words.

His eyes widened for a single moment and then looked at you with such intensity you can't bring yourself to look away, "I'd love that." a gentle look worms it's way in his features once again.

Comfortable silence dawns on your own, little world while you both busied yourselves in your ice cream.

The two of you were thrilled as it was your turn to ride the raft, ice cream long gone, replaced by the life-vest in your hands.

"Ah," you sighed, fumbling with the vest a little longer than you should have.

Artem, of course, noticed your movements. He was kind enough to help you adjust the vest.

Of course.

"Come here." He said as his arms finds it's way to your waist, pulling you towards his stature. His hot breath hitting your face while he circled his arms around you to wrap the vest securely.

This is not good for your heart...

He's so close, you could kiss him if you wanted...

He pulled away, his warmth lingering still.

Even when the both of you sat down on the raft. The ride is going to start in a few and here you are, lost in the feeling of Artem being near you.

"Y/N," You abruptly turned your head to him when he suddenly called you, "are you nervous?"

You blushed so hard you wanted to evaporate with the water, 'Yes. You make me nervous.' you're tempted to respond.

"Yes, but don't worry about me." was your reply instead, and you smiled awkwardly and stared at his blue eyes, blue eyes laced with concern.

He leaned closer, probably so that the other people within your raft wouldn't hear, "I care about you and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," he whispered in your ear, sending chills to your spine.

This is definitely not comfortable, Mr. Wing.

Your heart is doing flips, this isn't normal!

"Please tell me if you need something." The gentleness in his voice took your breath away the way it did as the first time.

The fact that he's unaware of his effect on you angered you so much. You scanned his face for signs of teasing. Smirk, maybe a playful glint, anything.

Yet you found none.

The raft began to move, a perfect timing to change the subject!

You leaned on him, but not too close, and whispered, "It's starting."

Water began to splash, as the raft moved with the current.

The track was smooth at first, you getting small splashes here and there.

Until a bumpy track decided to present itself.

Like before, the raft went with the flow of the water, except that it bounced and rotated harshly that one particular splash of water was enough to wet you and your clothes completely.

"OH MY G-" you exclaimed when the raft hit a rough spot again, soaking everyone wet.

You were making a surprised pikachu face as the water seeped into your clothes.

You turned to look at Artem to see his state and you suppressed a giggle with how he's making the same face as you did earlier.

Never in your life you thought you'd see Artem with the surprised pikachu face.

You took pride in knowing that you're one of the very few people who gets to see this side of him.

"Artem!" you shouted through the noisy stream of water. "We look silly!" you laughed as the water rocked everyone in the raft as harsh as it possibly can. Round and round, back and forth.

"We do!" his laughed mingled with yours even when the water relentlessly kept soaking your already wet bodies.

You smiled once again, gazing at his form with profound fondness longer than just a friend would've done.

6:00pm

"That was really fun!" You shouted to the air while Artem scooted beside you, offering his arm like he did earlier, which you eagerly took.

The both of you went for another round on the raft after the first round, not caring about the long waiting line. The ride was worth it!

All you ever did was scream and laugh at each other's state, but it was the most enjoyment you've ever had in years.

You were completely dry now, changed into fresh clothes that were sold as the park's merchandise.

Even with the change of clothes, the clothes you were wearing right now still matched Artem's.

You weren't complaining.

The crowd continues to enjoy themselves, all while the sunset was making everything in the theme park look like a fairytale.

"Yes, it was. I enjoyed it very much." Artem flashed a smile so genuine, you wanted to see this sight a thousand times more. The orange glow of the sunset gives his raven hair a golden shade, light reflecting on his blue eyes, making him look so bewitching. So you carved it to your memory, not knowing how to elicit that same image from him once again.

Looking up at him, and looking back at the things that happened today, you realized something.

You couldn't take this silent pining anymore, you wanted to tell him how precious his smile is to you, to tell him you're glad he's spending his time with you, to tell him to make more memories with you.

To tell him he's the reason of the warmth flooding your whole being right now.

'I'm in love with you' is what you first thought of saying. No matter how cliche that may be, you wanted to let him know, that you're in love with him.

"Uhh, Artem, I-" You were about to spill your feelings then and there when a voice boomed the speakers of the park.

"Everyone! One hour more to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!"

Your confession's gonna have to wait for later.

part 2 here

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Set Dressing

At long last, this piece has life. My first (and probably only) piece to ever break 10k. While I think this might be the hottest thing I've ever written, I really hope you all feel the same. Enjoy!

“Hold!”

With an exasperated sigh, you carefully hand your camera to your assistant. A cold breeze rolls over the rooftop as you slowly walk towards the uninvited guest. You take care not to startle them too much in order to avoid any accidents. As you cautiously inch towards them, you quietly hold your breath. Suddenly, they turn to you. Their dark eyes peer into your soul before quickly flying off, leaving a single black feather fluttering to the ground. With a deep exhale, you turn back to the jankiest set you’ve ever used for a photoshoot and see one of the models’ heads follow the crow as she watches it fly off.

“Man, I hate crows.” You mutter to yourself as you walk back towards your assistant.

“Don’t crows usually fly in a flock? I don’t like that we only had a single crow, it’s creepy.” Ken shudders.

“It’s a murder of crows. They’re probably too busy fighting with cats at a dumpster somewhere.” You joke.

While your assistant looks at you with a confused stare, you hear a small chuckle nearby. Remembering why you’re up here, you turn to the reason you’re on the rooftop to begin with. Turning to the two models, you give them a friendly smile. The one with lighter brown hair smiles back at you, as the one with long black hair continues to distractedly wander around the rooftop looking at random things.

“Sorry about that girls. Ken’s not really the fun type. Let’s continue shall we.” You say, giving the girls a playful wink as Ken hands you your camera.

“We have names, you know. I’m Seungyeon and this is Bora.” The one with shoulder length hair says.

“I know you have names; I just didn’t know what they were.” You admit.

You turn back to the pair of beautiful women in front of you and resume taking pictures. This is without a doubt the most confusing photoshoot you’ve done in your entire career. With everything being thrown together at the last moment, the entire situation is just a mess. The only thing all companies involved told you was “crop tops on rooftops.” So here you are in the beginning of winter, doing a photoshoot on the top of your building only a few feet away from your rooftop apartment because you couldn’t get any other location in such short notice.

Seungyeon’s dark leather jacket does nothing to cover her lethal curves. Her delicious cleavage peeking through, you desperately wish that you were the black sports bra tightly hugging her chest. Although you’d also settle for the black mesh shorts clinging to her sculpted thighs. With a confident smile, Seungyeon brushes a strand of her shoulder length light brown hair behind her ear.

“All right, that’s good for now Seungyeon. The companies wanted you to be more on the serious side, but don’t worry. That last one was an amazing smile.” You say, making a mental note to take that shot out for yourself later.

As Seungyeon nods and walks away from the small portion you have sectioned off as the set, you think you see a faint blush creep upon her cheeks. Before you can say anything else, Bora steps confidently into the set and blows you away. The intense presence she’s showing now is wildly different than the one she had a few minutes ago wandering around like a toddler. Now she’s standing here with a fatally sexy gaze in a pure white outfit the complete opposite of Seungyeon’s. Almost as if nature is responding to Bora’s whims, a soft wind blows her long black hair as her white blazer billows behind her. A tight white crop top clings to her sizable tits for dear life as it simultaneously reveals her toned stomach. Her white pants hide her legs, but you suspect her thighs are just as delectable as Seungyeon’s.

“Fantastic. All right, now together. That’s it, pose just like that.” You say, motioning for Seungyeon to join Bora on the set.

The two women pose as you shower their bodies in a barrage of camera flashes, you can’t help but admire their incredible bodies. While their outfits accentuate their figures, the color schemes provide a stark contrast, which you suppose is the point of the shoot. As your camera hungrily tries to capture every part of the scene in front of you, you realize the two beauties are similar with how everything about them just screams sexual charisma. The air of confidence they have is so intense, it’s almost suffocating. You can feel the absolute self-assurance they have in their sexuality even through the lens. For a quick second you get distracted and wonder how many men they have wrapped around their fingers. As you begin to lose yourself in taking pictures of the beautiful women, your assistant calls your name and snaps you back to reality.

“What?” You ask crankily.

“I have to leave now. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Oh, is it that time already?” You ask, looking at your watch. “I guess it is. Yeah, I’ll be fine. Have a good night Ken.”

Ken nods politely before gathering his stuff and leaving. You take a few more pictures before deciding that you have enough for the day. As you plug the camera’s memory card into your nearby laptop, you turn back to the women.

“All right girls. You’re done for now. I’m going to go through the photos if you want to join me, maybe tell me which ones you like and dislike.” You say as you sit down at the nearby table.

“Whose apartment is that anyway?” Bora asks, pointing at the small room nearby.

“Mine.” You reply as you scroll through the hundreds of pictures you’ve taken.

“I see.” Bora mutters thoughtfully.

“So, what do you look for when you look for which ones to send back?” Seungyeon asks, sitting down next to you.

“Well, the first thing I do is go and delete all the ones that are no good. Shots with blinking or other accidents like that. Then I go through whatever correspondence I’ve received from the company telling me what they’re aiming for and compare what I have to what they’re looking for. After that it’s all just personal preference honestly.”

“I see.” Seungyeon nods as she leans closer to you to see the screen better.

As she stares at the screen, Seungyeon puts her arm on your shoulder. You swallow nervously as you try to ignore her breast lightly pressing against your arm. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you see her gaze focused intently on the countless pictures on the computer screen. Seungyeon turns to you, and after a moment of brief but intense eye contact, blushes and pulls away from you slightly.

“So, this photoshoot was pretty last minute. What is it for anyway, if you don’t mind my asking?” You ask, trying to distract yourself.

“It’s a teaser for our upcoming collaboration.” Bora responds absentmindedly, looking at the nearby birds again.

“Bora! That’s supposed to be a secret!” Seungyeon exclaims.

“Is it? I don’t really think so. He’ll find out sooner or later anyway. Besides, it’s not like you’re going to leak the news or anything, right oppa?” Bora says as she sits next to you, leaning forward and exposing her heavenly cleavage.

“It’s not my news to tell, so I definitely don’t plan on it. Besides, part of being a photographer in this industry is keeping secrets like this.” You answer quickly.

Feeling your face grow hot as you’re surrounded by the two beauties, you nervously glance around and suddenly realize that it’s only the three of you on the rooftop.

“Where did all your staff go? You had managers and stylists here a little bit ago.” You ask anxiously.

“Yeah. We don’t have anything else scheduled though and they were going to give us free time anyway, we just convinced them to leave early.” Seungyeon says as she takes over scrolling through the pictures.

“Ah I see.”

“Bora, I’m looking at these and they’re really good, but I think maybe we can get some better ones if we do some changes, don’t you think?” Seungyeon turns to Bora with a twinkle in her eye.

“I totally agree. We should make those changes and have our new friend take some more.” Bora nods.

“Yeah I can do that.”

You stand up and start readying your camera as the girls return towards the set.

“Are you guys going to call your stylists back or wha- “

The question comes to a screeching halt as your voice dies in your throat when you turn to see the two gorgeous women have stripped down completely. A gentle breeze caresses every delicate curve of their bodies. It must have been a cold breeze, because both sets of nipples are now puffy and erect. Blood rushes throughout your body as you stare at every part on display. Two giant racks of delectable breasts that you want to dive into, four pillowy thighs that you could die between, two beautiful pussies you’d penetrate in a heartbeat and two perfectly toned stomachs to bridge them all together. You feel your penis rapidly stiffen in your pants as your eyes wander up and down their magnificent bodies.

“I uh,” you clear your throat nervously, trying to focus your mind enough to form a coherent sentence. “I don’t think this is a good idea. We could all get into a lot of trouble for this.”

“I think it’s fine. Don’t you Seungyeon?” Bora asks with a mischievous smile.

“Absolutely. I mean it’d be crazy to say no, right? How often would a highly skilled and talented professional photographer be able to take pictures of two gorgeous women in the nude?” Seungyeon agrees playfully.

You’re sure that they could get any photographer to take photos like that of them any day of the week. You know that they’re just buttering you up to do their bidding. The problem is that it is working. Because as manipulative as it is, Seungyeon is right. While they might be able to get it done any time they want, when would be the next time that you’d be able to take pictures like that? Gulping nervously, you bring your camera up to your face and start frantically snapping pictures. You don’t know when they’ll tell you to stop so you want to capture as many as you can.

“Good boy. Now what do you say we give him the photoshoot of a lifetime?” Bora asks Seungyeon.

“I’d say that we wouldn’t be very good models if we didn’t.” Seungyeon nods thoughtfully.

The two women start posing, eagerly showing off their spectacular bodies for you. Even if you didn’t have the camera to immortalize this moment, there’s no way you’ll ever forget this. With every click of the camera, you engrain the image of every one of their immaculate curves into your brain forever. You couldn’t be more thankful as the rosy sunset begins to fall upon you, further accenting the already beautiful view. A series of never-ending flashes illuminate their perfect figures, the camera almost as hungry for their bodies as you are. Your cock is so erect that it’s starting to hurt with how hard it’s pressing against your jeans.

What starts as generic poses quickly turns even more erotic as Bora pulls Seungyeon’s body against hers. As both of their sizable chests press against each other, you desperately wish you could dive in and taste every inch of their delicious breasts. You lick your lips as you watch Bora’s hand travel down Seungyeon’s flawless skin and start squeezing her perfect ass. Your cock throbs in your pants as you capture a picture of the most intense eye contact you’ve ever seen. The eye contact between Bora and Seungyeon is so fiery and lustful that you wonder if you’d survive being on the receiving end of it. After several seconds, Bora finally breaks eye contact and turns to you.

“Make sure to capture every second.” She says with a teasing smile.

Before you can reply that you already are, Bora turns back and aggressively sticks her tongue into Seungyeon’s mouth. Soft whimpers escape from Seungyeon as Bora swirls her tongue around her mouth. Bora’s fingers slowly creep off of Seungyeon’s ass to in between Seungyeon’s thighs. Seungyeon’s moans gradually get louder as Bora starts stroking her pussy. Watching their tongues entwine and rub against each other, you desperately want to join in. As you continue taking in the scene unfolding in front of you, you can no longer stop yourself. While you somehow manage to continue taking pictures with one hand, the other slips down your waist band. Watching the two gorgeous women engage in their passionate kiss, you slowly start stroking your cock in your pants. Finally, Bora breaks away from the kiss with another moan from Seungyeon.

“It’s starting to get a little cold. Maybe we should move to a more suitable indoor location. Good thing there’s an apartment nearby, right?” Bora teases.

With no other words needing to be spoken, you quickly run over to your apartment and unlock the door. No sooner is the door open than the girls sprint inside. For a brief second, the inner professional in you wants to break down the rest of your equipment and set it up inside. Thankfully you quickly realize how much time and mood that would kill and you follow them inside. Barely inside the small space you call your living room, Bora and Seungyeon have immediately resumed their lustful kiss. Seungyeon’s hands squeeze Bora’s ass as Bora vigorously gropes Seungyeon’s tits. You quickly return to the situation you were just in, taking pictures with one hand and stroking your cock inside your pants with the other.

One of Bora’s hands slowly slides down and begins stroking Seungyeon’s pussy again. Despite already being extremely lustful, somehow their kiss gets even more intense. Their tongues swirling around each other rapidly, they slowly sink to their knees. Seungyeon yelps as Bora sticks two fingers inside her cunt. Bora slowly pulls her fingers out until just her fingertips are inside Seungyeon before pushing them back in. Between their entwining tongues and her moans, drool starts to fall from the corner of Seungyeon’s mouth.

Bora gradually speeds up her fingers as Seungyeon’s hands leave Bora’s ass and move to her arms. Seungyeon grips Bora’s shoulders roughly as fluids from her pussy drip onto Bora’s fingers. The faster Bora thrusts her fingers into Seungyeon, the more her palm loudly slaps against Seungyeon’s pussy. Seungyeon’s loud moans fill the room and you begin to wonder how soundproof your apartment is. You suddenly realize how hard you’re stroking your cock to this titillating scene and make a conscious effort to slow down.

Finally, Bora breaks the kiss one last time as she withdraws her fingers from Seungyeon’s pussy. Seeing Seungyeon’s current state arouses you in a way you’ve never felt before. It’s abundantly clear that Bora has hit all the right spots and flipped some sort of switch in Seungyeon. Her sexual confidence fading away, Seungyeon pants heavily as she tries to catch her breath. As you stare at the moaning mess that she’s become, your dick throbs violently in your hand. Bora looks over to you and gives you a mischievous smile.

“Oh my. Look at how hard he’s gotten, Seungyeon. It must be really difficult for him to focus on our pictures like that. We should help him with that.” She teases.

At the apparent thought of being able to control you, Seungyeon’s confidence returns as she and Bora slowly crawl towards you. As the two naked women make their way over to you, your dick twitches in your pants. You take your hand out of your pants just before they arrive. As soon as they reach you, Seungyeon’s confidence has fully returned and she aggressively tears your pants down. Your erect dick springs out and they both have a brief moment of astonishment before looking up at you and smiling.

“I didn’t realize you were this hard.” Seungyeon says as she stares at your shaft.

“I knew he was packing from seeing his pants during the photoshoot earlier, but I didn’t know it was this impressive either.” Bora nods.

They each bite their lips seductively as they look up into your eyes. Your dick twitches from the sexual charisma dripping off of their bodies. With a smile they both turn their attention to your throbbing erection.

Every time you think these girls have shown you heaven, they up the ante. The sight of the two beautiful women kneeling before you drives you crazy and your cock twitches in anticipation. They gently blow onto your dick and revel in your expressions. Their breathing lightly tickles your shaft as they take their time to tease you. You must have finally made a face they like because they both start licking the sides of your cock. Realizing the chance in front of you, you position the camera overhead and click the button; the bright flash illuminating the two women licking your shaft. As they pepper your dick with kisses, you place the camera down on a nearby table and let yourself get lost in the pleasure.

You let out a soft groan as Seungyeon and Bora’s tongues travel along your throbbing cock. Their soft tongues glide up and down your shaft, gripping it tightly. A trail of warm spit trails behind their tongues as Seungyeon’s head moves towards your tip and Bora’s moves toward your balls. Bora is the first to arrive as she plants soft kisses at the base of your dick before moving to your sack. You barely have time to register the sensation of her tongue rubbing against your balls before Seungyeon takes your tip into her mouth. Her soft tongue wraps around your tip, the moist cavern of her mouth constricting as she sucks on your cock. The immense pleasure catches you off guard and you stagger backwards slightly, catching your balance on the nearby table; almost knocking your camera off of it. Displeased by the difference in reactions, you can feel Bora’s lips frown against your dick as she slowly kisses and licks her way back up to your shaft.

“Oh fuck.” You grunt as you tighten your grip on the table.

As Seungyeon continues to messily slurp on your tip, Bora slides her tongue up and down the underside of your shaft. Clearly not wanting to wait for her turn, Bora lightly pushes Seungyeon aside and your tip leaves Seungyeon’s mouth with an audible pop. Bora instantly seizes the opportunity she made for herself, practically inhaling you as she takes your dick into her mouth. Seungyeon frowns, but you’re barely able to see it before Bora starts sucking so hard that your vision blurs. Her head rapidly bobs up and down, the moist walls of her mouth constricting and pressuring your dick. You can feel Bora’s warm drool drowning your dick in pleasure as Bora continues to aggressively suck and slurp on your cock.

“Holy shit Bora.” You moan as you stagger again.

“That’s not fair! I wasn’t finished with him!” Seungyeon whines as she pulls Bora off of your cock.

“Well, you were hogging the good stuff.” Bora retorts.

You’re surprised at their grade school argument when you realize what you might miss out on if they keep arguing.

“Listen, we’re all here now to have a good time. If we want this to work, we all need to work together.” You say, desperately trying to keep them from arguing.

“He’s absolutely right Seungyeon. We need to work together.” Bora nods before winking at Seungyeon.

“Exactly, let’s show him just how well we can do that.” Seungyeon smiles.

With a smug confidence, they both raise themselves slightly before they sandwich their tits around your cock. You’ve never gotten a titfuck before, but you’ve heard it is the softest thing ever. As you find yourself buried between mountains of pillowy flesh, you have to say you agree. Bora and Seungyeon smirk as you feel the warmth of their heavenly breasts slowly enveloping your shaft. The tip of your dick barely peeking out of their wondrous valleys, they slowly start rubbing their tits up and down your shaft.

You feel their stiff nipples rub against your shaft every few strokes or so as they continue squishing their breasts against your dick. The soft sensation of their silky skin pressing against your shaft slowly starts pushing you to your limits. Just when you think it couldn’t possibly feel any better, Bora gives you a seductive smile before slowly spitting onto your cock. A long strand of spit glistens as it descends onto your tip. Your tip twitches at the sight of Bora’s spit pooling into their combined cleavage. One thing that is quickly becoming apparent is that Bora is a master of the art of the tease. Everything she does is deliberate and measured, from her sultry gazes to the slow speed of her tits stroking against your penis.

Seungyeon on the other hand, doesn’t seem to care about teasing you at all. While she goes along with Bora’s slower strokes, you can tell that Seungyeon doesn’t like it. Giving you the same intense gaze as Bora, you can see in Seungyeon’s eyes that she just wants to get you off as fast as possible. Which makes you conflicted; as much as you don’t want to be teased, you still want this to last as long as possible. However, you quickly find yourself freed from idle thought as Seungyeon takes her turn to spit on your dick. Their perfect breasts find themselves slipping and stroking your cock faster than before now that it’s covered with spit.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good.” You moan under your breath.

“I know.” Bora and Seungyeon reply simultaneously before frowning at each other.

“Clearly he meant me, with how slow you’re trying to make us go.” Seungyeon says.

“I can guarantee that I’m making him feel better than you are.” Bora sneers.

“Who were you calling baby?” They ask at the same time, turning to look at you.

The only thing you manage to reply with is a blank stare. Because you honestly don’t know. While you’re afraid that it might ruin everything, your silence thankfully has the opposite effect. You can see the competitive fire in their eyes intensify and their titfuck increases to breakneck speeds. Their sizable breasts now slick from their spit, their slippery strokes quickly push you to your limit. As they squeeze their tits closer together, you lose yourself in the pleasure of their soft skin. While they’re clearly competing for some form of your affection, the only thing you’re able to think of is the heavenly ecstasy as your tip peeks through the valley of their giant breasts.

Just when you think you couldn’t possibly feel any better, the girls prove you wrong once again. As if planned, both of them lean down and start licking the tip of your dick. Their warm tongues dance around your cock, swirling and stroking around your tip. It doesn’t take long before their tongues start rubbing against each other as well as your dick. Their breasts continue to squeeze against your shaft, rapidly stroking it up and down. The spit from their mouths pours over your tip as they massage it with their tongues.

"Fuck. Fuck, just like that. You both feel so good."

As you watch their efforts to please you intensify, you wonder if your moans even register in their ears. Their pillow breasts continue to rapidly push up and down your shaft, aided by the saliva dripping into their cleavage. The warmth of their soft tongues drives you further to the edge as they dance and swirl around the tip of your dick. Bora and Seungyeon begin taking turns between sucking your cock and spitting on it. The tender flesh of their mouths drives you to an ecstasy you didn't know existed. If this is how good their breasts feel, how amazing will actual sex with them be? The thought is quickly interrupted as Seungyeon gives your dick an audible slurp before releasing your tip from her mouth with a loud pop. Their soft tits continue to aggressively push against your cock. Just when you wonder how much longer you’ll be able to endure their heavenly tits, you feel a familiar tightness in your balls as your tip begins to swell.

“I’m going to- “

Thick streams of cum erupt out of your tip before you can even finish your sentence. The orgasmic bliss is so overwhelmingly intense, your eyes close involuntarily. When you finally open your eyes again, the sight of Bora and Seungyeon is burned into your brain. As the tip of your cock peeks out of their combined cleavage, your seed is plastered onto their faces as well as the top of their heavenly tits. The intense eye contact of the girls is replaced by looks of surprise as they’re shocked by the amount of cum you unloaded onto their bodies.

“Everybody needs to clean up.” Seungyeon muses, staring at your sticky semen caking their bodies.

“One second.” You mutter before turning to the nearby table.

Your heart skips a nervous beat when you notice your camera is now halfway off the opposite edge of the table. All of your staggering and pulling on the table to keep your balance through the immense pleasure must have made your camera shake all the way across the table. Quickly getting your bearings so you don’t kill too much time, you reach over and manage to grab your camera without moving your legs. Aiming downwards, a bright light flashes quickly and the scene of two women sandwiching your dick between your tits and covered in your cum is forever immortalized. You turn and place the camera back down as you pant heavily in an attempt to recover quickly. After kindly giving you the time to take the picture, Seungyeon leans in and licks the cum off of Bora’s tits, slowly making her way up Bora’s neck. Right as Seungyeon licks the last bit off of Bora’s cheek, Bora takes her turn lapping your semen off of Seungyeon’s body.

“That’s no fair, that’s mine.” Seungyeon frowns.

“Is that so? You can have it then.”

With your cum still pooled on her tongue, Bora leans in and sticks her tongue into Seungyeon’s mouth again. As their tongues rub and circle against each other, you can see faint traces of your cum pouring from Bora’s mouth into Seungyeon’s and back. While you were worried about not being able to continue after cumming, their lustful cum swapping kiss has eased all your concerns. You’ve never wanted anything more than to fill their bodies to the absolute brink with your cum. Bora pulls away from the kiss and smirks as your cock throbs violently in their collective cleavage.

“Look at how hard he is again already. I know how much you want to fuck him, so I’ll let you have him first.” Bora chuckles.

“W-what? I don’t know what you mean.” Seungyeon stutters slightly.

“It’s written all over your face. It’s much better to just be honest.” Bora says as she slips two of her fingers back inside Seungyeon’s pussy.

Bora’s fingering is more intense than the last time, her palm loudly slapping against Seungyeon’s silky flesh. Seungyeon slinks backwards, her arms holding her up as Bora continues to thrust her fingers in and out of Seungyeon’s cunt. You slowly stroke your cock and watch as glistening juices splash out of Seungyeon’s pussy. After a few moments of nonstop intense fingering, Bora finally slides her fingers out of Seungyeon.

"Show him your ass." Bora commands.

Seungyeon immediately drops on all fours, her voluptuous ass presented to you in glorious fashion. It seems like she's compliant with every order that would bring her the sexual satisfaction she's craving right now. She turns around and stares into your eyes, silently begging you to fuck the shit out of her. Bora gives both of you another satisfied smirk as she sees the lustful eye contact between you and Seungyeon.

“See? He wants you too. Just tell him what you want, Seungyeon.” Bora teases, her voice dripping with sultry provocation.

“Please, fuck me with your hard cock. I need you to fuck me and fill me with your cum.” Seungyeon begs needily.

As you stare into her eyes, you can tell it isn’t just generic dirty talk and placating. You can see the hunger in her gaze, her body trembling as it craves your cock. Sweet juices visibly drip down her thighs as she desperately pleads for you to fuck her. Her eyes cloud with a lust so powerful you can feel it in the air. Everything about the situation told you what she was saying was true. Seungyeon didn’t just want your cock inside her, she needed it. Which is perfect, because you need to be inside her just as bad. Kneeling behind her entrance, you slowly rub your tip up and down against her wet pussy. Your tip becomes drenched with her fluids as she lets out a series of whimpering moans.

“Please stop teasing me. I need you inside me so bad. Just fuck me until I pass out.” Seungyeon pleads.

While you want to tease her all night, the fact remains that you’re craving her body as much as she’s craving yours. You slowly slide your tip inside her cunt, the intense pressure from her walls almost forces you to almost cum right away. The two of you share a pleasured exhale as you stop inserting your dick to allow both of your time to adjust. Staring into the wanton lust in her eyes, you forget the world around you. While this definitely isn’t going to be gentle love making, you still want time to get used to each other. After all, it doesn’t do anyone any good if you both cum too fast.

“That’s a good girl. See how much better it is when you’re honest?” Bora says with a mischievous smile.

Reality comes crashing back to you as Bora pushes you forward, your dick suddenly plunging into the deepest parts of Seungyeon’s pussy. Seungyeon takes you all the way to the hilt, your tip slamming against the entrance to her womb as her plump ass ripples against you. Her velvety walls devour your cock with an intense heat and it takes every fiber of your body not to cum immediately. Seungyeon lets out a deafening moan that shows she’s just as caught off guard by the sudden pleasure as you are.

“What the fuck Bora?” Seungyeon snaps as she tries to catch her breath.

“You guys need to speed it up a little. We only have tonight and I want to make sure I get my turn.” Bora replies matter-of-factly.

Before Seungyeon can protest anymore, the intoxicating heat of her cunt squeezing your dick flips a switch inside you. Initially willing to start slow in order to savor the experience, you quickly find yourself growing obsessed wtih the velvety flesh constricting your cock. Seungyeon’s eyes widen as your hips start thrusting as if they have a mind of their own. Small moans start making their way out of her mouth as you lose yourself in her body with every thrust. Your frantic slams into her cunt grow increasingly more aggressive. The tip of your dick rams into the deepest part of her velvety pussy.

“Oh fuck. That’s it, just like that. Keep fucking me just like that.” Seungyeon moans, her lustful screams filling your small apartment.

You’re thankful that she likes the way you’re fucking her, because you no longer have any control over your body. Her silky walls tighten around your cock, tightly gripping you as you pierce into the depths of her heavenly flesh. You find yourself consumed by lust, an overwhelming hunger on your skin that tells you that you need to be inside of her. The sight of her voluptuous ass cheeks heaving and rippling with every thrust only intensifies that urge even more. Seungyeon’s lustful moans pierce your ears as her ass crashes against your waist.

Seungyeon’s face quickly contorts from ecstasy, overcome by the pleasure you’re both drowning in. Her whiny moans flow endlessly, her mouth open so long she starts to drool. Losing yourselves into your mutual lust, Seungyeon starts throwing her hips back, timing her own thrusts to match your own. The sight of her ass cheeks jiggling wildly triggers something inside of you. You raise your hand and deliver a hard slap to her ass, her cheek rippling against your palm.

"Oh FUCK yes. Slap me harder daddy." Seungyeon screams.

You briefly pause your thrusts as Seungyeon turns to look at you. A second of silence passes as you stare at each other, both of you bewildered by what just came out of her mouth.

"Oh he likes that." Bora giggles.

"What? I-" You try to defend yourself as words escape you.

"Please I saw your face when she said it. Don't bother denying it." Bora teases.

While you want to deny it, you know you can't. You've never had someone call you that before, but as soon as the words escaped Seungyeon, it woke something inside of you. You do want her to call you that again, but you aren't sure how to tell her. Thankfully Seungyeon solves that problem for you.

"Hurry up and fuck my pussy daddy." Seungyeon moans.

Never one to deny the request of a beautiful woman, you immediately plunge your cock into her depths again. Your violent thrusts quickly return as the heat of her cunt radiates along your shaft. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Bora masturbating nearby. Her fingers circle her clit as she watches your dick piston away inside her friend. The sight makes your dick throb, but your focus is quickly redirected as Seungyeon throws her hips back again. Equal parts thankful and upset that Seungyeon took your focus off Bora, you decide to discipline her for it.

Raising your hand, you bring it down and aggressively slap her ass, this time harder than before. Her ass ripples delightfully against your palm. You give her ass a rough squeeze as you continue to pound away at her wet cunt. Her silky ass cheeks jiggling against your fingertips fuels your never ending lust for her even more. As Seungyeon’s whimpers and moans overload your ears, you give her ass another firm slap. Seeing that her voluptuous cheeks are beginning to grow red, you start to worry until Seungyeon moans again.

"FUCK yes. Just like that. Fucking ruin my pussy daddy." Seungyeon screams, her velvety walls gripping your shaft tighter with every slap.

You lose yourself in the heat of her velvety cunt, frantically slamming your dick away at her womb. Seungyeon’s supple ass jiggles against your palms as you continue to give her cheeks hard slaps. Slick fluids drip from her cunt as your hands repeatedly strike her ass. Her pussy clenches tighter around your shaft with every slap. Alternating which ass cheek you slap drives both of you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Do you like when I slap your ass like this?" You growl, relishing her soft skin rippling against your fingers as you strike her ass.

"Yes. It feels so good." Seungyeon moans.

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy I do. Please keep fucking me." Seungyeon groans as she frantically throws her hips back against you.

"Why should I?" You ask in a harsh voice, somehow managing to stop your thrusts again.

“Because I've been a bad girl. I've been a bad girl and need to be punished." Seungyeon whines, squirming desperately on your dick.

"Then I guess I need to punish you." You grunt as you give her ass another rough smack.

Your aggressive pounding quickly returns as you slam your dick inside Seungyeon. Her slick walls vigorously grip your cock, lustfully tugging on your shaft with every thrust. As you piston your dick inside her cunt, you continue to meet her ass cheeks with a barrage of smacks and squeezes. Another sound catches your and you turn to see Bora again. You lock eyes with Bora as she furiously masturbates while watching you rail on Seungyeon. Bora’s fingers rapidly go in and out of her pussy as she squeezes and fondles her own tits with her free hand. Both of their moans mingle together as all of you continue your journey to ecstasy.

"Fuck her just like that. Don't stop." Bora moans as she fingers her pussy with an intense vigor.

Bora’s commands are almost hypnotic. Even if you wanted to stop, you wouldn't be able to. Her voice is so sensual and alluring that you don't think any mortal could refuse her. But thankfully you're planning on continuing what you were doing anyway. You continue relentlessly piercing your dick into Seungyeon, her silky skin crashing against your body.

"God you're so fucking good." Seungyeon gasps between moans.

"Do you like how he fucks you?" Bora asks in a tone that's half teasing, half curiosity.

"YES. He's better than anyone else I've ever fucked." Seungyeon screams as you time your thrusts with her answers.

“Talking about other partners while you’re being fucked? Aren’t you a little slut.” Bora chuckles.

“Yes, I’m a slut. I’m a dirty slut and I need to be punished.” Seungyeon moans, her walls eagerly constricting your dick.

"She said it herself. Daddy's little whore needs to be punished. Keep pounding that tight little pussy." Bora says, somehow managing a demanding tone while moaning.

Despite the fact that you definitely didn't need Bora to tell you that, you follow her orders and continue your violent thrusting into Seungyeon. Seungyeon’s perfect ass jiggles rapidly as your bodies continue to crash against each other with a frantic rhythm. As your dick penetrates into her depths, you wonder how you'll ever have satisfying sex again after this. The heat of Seungyeon’s walls pulls you back to reality.

Seungyeon’s slick warmth pulsates along your shaft. Every thrust inside feels like a dream that you never want to wake up from. Before tonight you never would have described sex as a reality altering event, but that's exactly what sex with Seungyeon is. The sensual curves of her tanned skin ripple against your animalistic thrusts, fueling the never ending hunger you've developed for Seungyeon’s body.

“God you’re so fucking tight Seungyeon. Do you like being punished like this?” You grunt, your cock aggressively slamming in and out of her tight snatch.

“Yes, you feel so good when you punish me. Please punish me daddy.” Seungyeon begs as she thrusts her hips back against you.

“You heard the girl. Hit her.” Bora orders you, failing to hide the moans in her own voice as she continues to rapidly finger herself.

As you raise your hand again, you notice that both Seungyeon’s ass cheeks and your palms are both bright red. Having a small bit of mercy, you decide to ease up. However if you're only going to do one more slap, you're going to make it a good one. You raise both hands before bringing them both down on her ass cheeks harder than you have all night. Seungyeon’s body ripples wildly against you as her arms slip. With Seungyeon now resting on her elbows, you find yourself slightly deeper than before. Seungyeon feels it too, unleashing a moan so loud her others seem like whispers.

"Oh fuck." Seungyeon screams, her lustful shrieks piercing your ears.

Your fingers dig into her silky flesh, roughly squeezing Seungyeon’s ass as you ram your dick against her womb. Her soft skin slips between the cracks of your fingers, bright red from your assault on her ass. Moans from all three of you meld into an erotic harmony that just enhances the experience even more. As your dick pierces and scrapes Seungyeon’s velvety cavern, you end up squeezing her ass so hard your knuckles turn white. With every wild thrust, her voluptuous ass ripples against your skin. While you could savor this sensation forever, your hands grab her hips so you can watch her plump ass jiggle freely. Which is exactly what it does. Her supple cheeks heave and undulate wildly as you violently pump your cock in and out of her tight cunt.

“God you’re so fucking amazing Seungyeon. You feel so incredible.” You grunt, aggressively slamming your cock inside her.

Gripping Seungyeon’s hips, you vigorously ram your dick against her womb. As you piston in her cunt, you notice her sizable tits heaving and jiggling from behind. A part of her body that you were lusting for earlier, but have uncharacteristically ignored since you started. You lick your lips at the thought of indulging yourself in her breasts. Without warning, you pull your cock out of Seungyeon’s cunt and flip her over.

"Get on your back," You growl.

Seungyeon quickly obliges, laying on her back as you dive on top of her. In the maybe thirty seconds your dick was out of her pussy, you immediately start craving the heat of her tight cavern. You aggressively slam your dick back into her depths. If you're missing the feeling of being inside Seungyeon after not even a minute, how will you ever adjust to life after tonight?

Seungyeon’s moans begin to overwhelm every other sound in the apartment again. Her giant breasts heave up and down, bouncing wildly as your tip continues to violently kiss the entrance of her womb. You take the moment to savor the sight before you. Seungyeon’s perfect sweat-glistening body crashing and rippling as you plunge your dick as deep as you possibly can inside her. Your dick starts to throb and you know you'll be reaching the end soon.

"I'm going to cum soon Seungyeon." You groan through your primal thrusts.

"Me too. Keep fucking me just like this. I want to cum all over your dick daddy." Seungyeon’s erotic screams bounce off the walls.

Seungyeon’s moans stop as Bora suddenly straddles her face. You’re so surprised by her appearance that you temporarily stop thrusting. As Seungyeon’s walls constrict and pulsate along your shaft, the only thing you can do is stare at Bora, surprised.

“Well, you guys were having all the fun and I didn’t want to be left out.” Bora shrugs as she starts grinding her pussy along Seungyeon’s mouth.

As if turned on by Bora’s cunt on her face, Seungyeon’s walls clamp around your dick. The intense pleasure reminding you why you’re here, your hips begin thrusting with a mind of their own again. Your dick hungers for the velvety grip of her walls, relentlessly pounding away at Seungyeon’s womb. The sensation of her body trembling and rippling against yours is a feeling you’ll end up craving for the rest of your life. Despite being muffled by Bora’s cunt, you can still hear Seungyeon’s moans as you aggressively pierce into her depths.

Bora’s moans raise an octave as you watch Seungyeon’s tongue attack Bora’s folds. Seungyeon’s cunt tightens as she continues to lick and nibble on every part of Bora’s pussy. Watching Bora writhe in pleasure on Seungyeon’s face intensifies your thrusts. The sight of Bora sensually running her hand through her hair in tandem with her erotic moans is one of the sexiest things you’ve seen. Seungyeon’s tongue must have hit the spot as Bora releases a pleasured squeal. Bora’s hands reach down, swatting away your own as she takes her turn to squeeze Seungyeon’s tits. Her palms cover Seungyeon’s nipples, her fingers sinking into Seungyeon’s flesh as Bora grinds and rubs her cunt into Seungyeon’s face.

Watching Bora fondle Seungyeon’s tits makes your animalistic pounding continue to achieve an ecstasy you've never felt before. Seungyeon’s body glistening with sweat as it ripples and crashes against your cock is the hottest thing you've ever laid eyes on. Every thrust makes you more addicted to Seungyeon. Every second you spend slamming your dick inside her fuels your lustful madness. Finally the most mind blowing sex you've ever had approaches its finale as your balls tense. A thought crosses your mind and you immediately meet Bora’s eyes.

"Get off of her. I want to see her face when I cum inside her." You demand.

Bora gives you a smile, apparently satisfied with your commanding tone. Lifting her cunt off of Seungyeon’s face, Bora moves to the side and watches you. Seungyeon’s relentless moans immediately return. You somehow manage to restrain yourself and stop thrusting. Seungyeon looks at you, her eyes a mixture of confusion and begging.

"Why did you stop?" Seungyeon whines.

"I want you to beg me for it."

"Please fuck me daddy. I need you to finish fucking my pussy. Hurry up and fuck the shit out of me." Seungyeon pleads.

In an ideal world, you might have been able to tease Seungyeon longer, but in reality your body quickly betrays you. No longer able to hold back your thrusts, you immediately resume pounding away at her womb. Her tight walls constrict your shaft as your dick pistons in and out of her. The velvety cavern grips and tugs your shaft. As that familiar tightness in your balls returns, you somehow manage to thrust harder than you ever have before. Your frantic slams pierce into her depths, the sounds of your bodies crashing and slapping against each other audible over Seungyeon’s moans for the first time all night.

"Beg for me to cum inside you."

"What? But I don't know-"

"Fine, I'll pull out then." You say reluctantly as you begin to withdraw your dick from her velvety walls.

Seungyeon’s eyes widen with surprise as she feels you begin to slide out of her. She instantly wraps her thick thighs around you, locking her ankles behind your back to pull you back in.

"No. No please don't. I want you to cum inside me. Please cum inside me. I need you to fill me up daddy." Seungyeon moans, begging at the top of her lungs with lustful screams.

Almost immediately after finishing her sentence, Seungyeon is struck by her own orgasm. Her body shudders violently, her hot cunt clamping around your shaft. Fluids run down your shaft as her orgasm reaches its peak. You manage to pierce into her depths with one final thrust as her orgasm rocks your body as well. The tip of your cock throbs as it slams against her womb, pouring a torrent of hot cum inside it. Your own body twitches as the last few streams of semen flood into her depths.

Both you and Seungyeon slowly recover from your orgasm. The apartment is silent apart from the heavy breathing as you both try to catch your breath. One minute passes. Then two. You don't know how long it is before you finally withdraw your cock from her cunt. Sitting on the floor with Seungyeon sprawled in front of you, you continue to take deep breaths when you suddenly feel an arm around you. Soft fingers quickly grip your shaft, giving your dick brisk strokes. Turning around, your eyes meet Bora’s as you feel her breasts pressing against your back.

"I hope you didn't forget about me. It's my turn now, and I'm nowhere near as easy as Seungyeon is. You better be ready for this." Bora says with an evil smile. If she wasn't so sexy right now, she'd be terrifying.

Despite the fact that you just had the most mind blowing sex of your life, you quickly find yourself hardening again. Soft groans escape your lips as Bora continues to tug on your dick. You have to hand it to Bora, she's an absolute master in the art of the tease. Knowing exactly when to speed up her strokes and when to come to a screeching halt. Her fingers continue their magic, skillfully building you to the point of pleasure before letting it begin to fade again.

As passionate groans escape your lips, you turn forward and look at Seungyeon again. Seungyeon lays in front of you, the only movement being her chest rising and falling from exhaustion. You look between her legs and see a thick white river slowly flowing out of her cunt. Between Bora’s masterful handjob and the sight of your cum pouring out of Seungyeon, you quickly find yourself ready for action again.

Your dick immediately misses the warmth of her hand as she spits on her palm. The warm lubrication makes an amazing handjob somehow even more incredible as Bora’s hand quickly glides up and down your shaft. She continues to alternate between fast paced strokes and her agonizingly slow pulls. Precum coats Bora’s fingers as she lightly twists her hand over your tip. Bora releases a small giggle as your dick throbs in her hand.

“If Seungyeon was awake she might be jealous of how hard you’re getting for me, you know.” Bora whispers teasingly into your ear.

“Good thing she isn’t awake then.” You groan.

“Oh ho. Maybe we should move a little so we don’t change that.” Bora whispers before playfully nibbling your ear.

Bora slowly stands up, pulling you with her with her hand never leaving your shaft.

“That’s a good boy. Over here now.” Bora whispers mischievously as she guides you across the room from behind.

You finally make it to the couch for the first time tonight when she stops you.

“This is good for now. You haven’t earned the right to sit down yet.” Bora giggles

Upon hearing that sentence, you realize she was right. Bora is definitely not going to be as easy as Seungyeon. You now understand that while you might have had control over Seungyeon, Bora is going to have complete control over you. The situation makes you shudder slightly, partially from excitement and partially from fear. Noticing your reaction, a devilish giggle makes its way past Bora’s lips as she immediately resumes her agonizing torment.

Continuing from where she left off before the move, Bora begins her rapid strokes on your cock again. Her soft breasts push against you even more, her stiff nipples poking into your back. A soft groan escapes you as her soft fingers quickly slide up and down your shaft. Bora gently blows on your ear before playfully nibbling it again. Gently pulling on your earlobe, her strokes gradually slow down again before releasing your cock entirely. She releases your ear as she brings her palm up, sensually licking her palm. Your dick twitches again as her moist grip returns on your shaft.

“Oh my. You’re throbbing an awful lot down there Mr. Photographer. Do you want to fuck me that bad?” Bora whispers, enjoying every second the hold her hellish teasing has on you.

“Yes I do.” You moan.

“Yes you do what?”

You blink a few times, perplexed by her question.

“I’m confused.” You admit.

“Well Seungyeon called you daddy, so what should you call me?” Bora asks teasingly.

Finally, it dawns on you.

“Yes I do want to fuck you that bad mommy.”

“I see. Unfortunately, you haven’t earned that yet. If you can endure this, I’ll give you your reward though.” Bora says, her happiness with the situation clearly reflected in her voice.

Her deft hand speeds up its strokes again, her wet fingers gliding up and down your shaft. The sound of her hand slapping against your waist fills the room, overpowering your shallow groans. Just when you think you might cave and blow your load, Bora’s strokes come to a screeching halt. Her fingers slowly inch their way up and down your dick, deliberate and measured to give you the perfect mix of pleasure and torture.

It doesn’t take long before Bora picks up the pace, rapidly rubbing her hand along your cock. You suddenly feel her other arm wrap around you as her fingers slowly glide up your chest. Once again, her hand slows to a crawl on your shaft. Suddenly, Bora’s fingers lightly flick one of your nipples. A surprised groan passes your lips. Apparently pleased with your reaction, Bora eagerly presses even closer against you. Your breathing quickly grows ragged from her constant change of pace.

You realize it isn’t just the change of pace that’s agonizing, it’s the change in pressure. Sometimes Bora roughly squeezes your shaft, sometimes it’s just a light slide up and down your cock. Bora has mastered the art of the tease so well, that you know this is going to be some of the best sex you’ve ever had. Her fingers continue to pinch and flick your nipples, teasing you with actions you want to do to her nipples. Picking up her speed once again, you wonder how much longer you’ll be able to hold out against her masterful handjob. Just as you fear you’re about to blow, Bora takes her hand off your cock entirely. Turning you around, she looks in your eyes with a glimmer of satisfaction.

“You didn’t cum. Good. Now we can start the real thing.” Bora smiles.

With a teasing smirk, she pushes you onto the couch. Before you even know what’s happening, Bora is immediately straddling your waist. Her pussy teasingly hovers over your cock, her moist lips lightly brushing against your tip. As much as you want to slam her down and thrust away, you know that letting Bora take control will please everyone a lot more.

“You look happy. Did you want mommy to ride you like this?” She teases

“Yes mommy I do.” You nod eagerly.

“For how long?”

“Since the second I first met you today.”

“Now, now. That’s a very naughty boy.” Bora smirks.

“Well in that case you should really punish me mommy.”

With another smile, Bora slams herself on top of you, your dick plunging into her depths. Both of you release a duet of lustful moans. While you thought Seungyeon was tight, she has nothing on Bora. Her tight walls devour your cock with such an intense heat, you have to try three times harder not to cum instantly than you did with Seungyeon. You can feel every fiber in your body clench as you struggle not to give in and explode right away. As you desperately try to control your breathing, Bora notices your condition right away once again.

“I’m impressed. Most men end up cumming right away.” Bora muses.

“Well mommy wouldn’t like that would she?” You grunt.

“No, no she wouldn’t. But I hope you’re ready. We’re going all out from the start.” Bora declares

True to her word, Bora immediately starts bouncing up and down on your dick. Her juicy thighs ripple against your own as she lustfully rides you. Your tip slams mercilessly against her womb. While Bora’s body crashes aggressively onto your cock, you can’t help but stare as her tantalizing tits bounce hypnotically. As they teasingly dance up and down in front of your face, you can’t take it anymore. Desperate to experience their taste, you lunge towards them. Before you can get there, Bora slaps her palm against your forehead and pushes you back into the couch.

“I didn’t say you could do that yet, now did I? Don’t worry if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you have your way with them.” Bora smirks.

You frown as Bora returns to her expert teasing, her wild bouncing turning into a slow grind. For extra effect, she clenches her walls around your shaft, forcing a sharp gasp out of you. Bora smirks again as she slowly pushes back and forth against your cock. While her teasing smirk kind of pisses you off, the sheer confidence of it just makes Bora that much sexier. Her grind becomes a more intense version of her handjob. Slow deliberate movements designed to build your need for pleasure without giving you any.

“That’s quite the frown. Tell you what, you can squeeze mommy’s ass. How about that?” Bora teases.

While you feel like you should say something, your need for some sort of pleasure takes precedence. Your hands immediately slap onto Bora’s ass, your fingers melting into her plump cheeks. As you fondle and squeeze her ass, she quickly returns to her aggressive thrusts on your cock. Small moans begin to leak out of Bora’s mouth. Her hot walls grip your shaft, roughly tugging on your dick with every bounce. Bora’s moans slowly begin to overpower your own as she continues to violently slam herself on your cock. You give her ass a rough slap and her cunt reacts the same way Seungyeon’s did, tightening with every smack. Not wanting to overdo it and make Bora angry, you give her another hard slap before returning to squeezing her ass.

“God you’re so good. You’re hitting all of mommy’s spots. Now I see why Seungyeon got fucked to sleep.” Bora moans, her alluring voice intoxicating your ears.

The sound of your flesh crashing against each other is barely audible as Bora’s moans escalate even more. Her violent slams onto your cock cause her whole body to ripple, her heavenly chest heaving wildly. Bora brushes her hair behind her head like she did when she was riding Seungyeon. The simple action is so amazingly erotic as it leaves her entire body on display. Alluring and sensual moans fill the air between you as you watch her body dominate your own, mesmerized by her delicious breasts. Suddenly, her aggressive bouncing comes to a stop as she plants her hands on your chest.

“Whew. Oh god. That was close. Almost got away from me there.” Bora says with a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

“I thought you were enjoying it.” You frown.

“Oh I definitely was. But I can’t have either of us cumming just yet.” Bora says with the same teasing smile she’s been giving you all night.

As Bora begins her agonizingly slow grind to edge you once again, everything suddenly makes sense. Dancing and sex are both about timing and rhythm. And the reason Bora is so good is because her body has a natural talent for both. She always knows the precise moments of when to build up and when to stop. Every single thing she does is done with the maximum amount of teasing possible. And Bora absolutely knows it. As if reading your mind, Bora smirks as she slowly pushes against your cock.

Feeling bold after her crescendo of moans, your hands slowly make their way up her seductive curves. Slowly sliding up her hips and side, savoring every moment of her silky skin before reaching her breasts. Bora looks you in the eye before giving you a small nod. That’s all the permission you need as you dive into her chest. Your fingers sink into her pillowy breasts, immediately grabbing and squeezing them as hard as you can.

“Do you like the way mommy’s tits feel?” Bora moans with a seductive smile..

“Yes I do, they’re so incredible.” You grunt as she clenches her cunt around your dick again.

“Good. Now go on. Taste them like I know you’ve been wanting to.”

One of your favorite things about tonight is getting ordered to do things you were going to do anyway. You dive into Bora’s chest the way you've been wanting to all night. Your lips immediately find her stiff nipple, eagerly taking it into your mouth.

Your tongue swirls around the fleshy nub, sucking and pulling on it. The soft skin of her tits melts in your hands as you squeeze and knead them. Your fingers quickly travel to her free nipple, pinching it as you take the other between your teeth.

"Do you like the way mommy's tits taste?" Bora smiles as she looks down at you.

Not wanting to release her breast from your mouth, pulling her nipple up and down with your teeth. Bora’s sensual moans gradually increase in pitch as she aggressively bounces on your dick. Wanting some payback for her hellish edging, you thrust upward in time with her downthrust.

"Oh God. Just like that, hit right there baby." Bora shrieks.

You smile against her breast as you can finally do what you want. Swirling your tongue around her nipple, you begin your own intense thrusts. Your tip mercilessly slams against Bora’s womb. Her ass ripples against your thighs, every thrust trying to pierce deeper than the last.

With her nipple between your teeth again, you relish the sensation of her sizeable tits heaving and bouncing against your face. As if detecting your pleasure, Bora grabs the back of your head and pushes your face against her chest even more. Pushing and pulling her nipple with your teeth, you continue to pinch her free nipple. As you continue to pull on both of her nipples, Bora’s wet pussy tightly grips your dick.

"Fuck just like this. You're making mommy feel so good." Bora moans at the top of her lungs.

You’ve never understood what people meant by a siren song until you heard Bora’s sensual moans. Each lustful and erotic note drives you deeper into ecstasy and madness. Unfortunately, you finally find yourself exhausted. While you're surprised that you’d lasted this long, you quickly push the thought aside.

With the last bit of remaining strength you have, you violently slam your dick into Bora’s depths. Every animalistic thrust you throw out causes her body to bounce harder than it has all night. Her delicious thighs and perfect ass ripple wildly as your bodies crash against each other. The taste of her stiff nipple fills your mouth as her tits heave and jiggle against your lips. Your tip twitches inside her moist cavern and you know it's time.

Bora lightly punches you in the chest as you feel her velvety walls clamp around your shaft. She erotically pulls her hair back again. You finally detach yourself from her nipples, a strand of saliva glimmers in the air before breaking. As you lock eyes with her, you can see notes of something else behind her lustful gaze.

Both of you know the end is approaching. You increase the velocity of your frantic thrusts, piercing your tip into her as deep as you can. Her velvety walls clench on your shaft, overwhelming your cock with a tightness you've never experienced. Rapidfire moans blast out of Bora as she grips your shoulders.

“OH fuck. You’re so good. I’m about to cum.” Bora screams, her alluring moans driving you to your limits as well.

“Me too. I want to cum inside you.” You groan, not even attempting to get ready to cum anywhere else.

“Go ahead, cum inside mommy. Fill me all the way up.” Bora screams, her fingernails digging into your shoulders.

With one final aggressive slam, your tip pries into her depths one more time. Bora’s hot cunt tightens so much it feels like it might rip your dick off. As both of your bodies shudder violently, Bora’s climax triggers your own. Thick streams of semen erupt from your tip, a torrential flood of cum depositing directly into her womb. After one final spurt, both orgasms slowly come to an end. As Bora gingerly lifts herself off your cock, you both look down to see a white waterfall leaking from her pussy. Both of you knowing full well the only reason you came so much is because Bora edged you to hell and back.

“Go lay down next to Seungyeon.” You gesture as you go pick up your camera one last time.

Bora smiles, immediately knowing what you want. Laying down next to Seungyeon, Bora gently nudges her mid snore.

“I’m awake. What did I miss??” Seungyeon shouts as she darts awake.

“Nothing. Just taking one last picture. Spread your legs and say cheese.” You groan, sore from the two bouts of mind shattering sex.

Without any questions, Seungyeon immediately does as she’s told. Bora quickly joins her and the camera flash illuminates your apartment for the final time tonight. You take a look at the display on your camera and smile at what will be one of your all time favorite shots. The two busty beauties posing with V signs and smiles, their legs spread to reveal obscene amounts of cum dripping from their cunts. Setting your camera down, you lay down between the girls. As you feel their soft tits pressing against both your arms, you quickly crash into a deep slumber.

You wake up again the next morning after the most eventful photoshoot of your life and you scroll through the extracurricular shots. Even though you stopped taking pictures as it started getting intense, you thankfully managed to get an amazing final shot. You smile as you stare at your favorite picture of the day, the two girls covered in your cum with your dick between your tits forever immortalized. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a small note nearby.

“Dear Mr. Photographer, thank you so much for such an incredible photoshoot. In addition to all the fantastic pictures, we also had a lot of fun. Hopefully we’ll be able to use your services again. And don’t worry, we’ll definitely be recommending your services to the other members for when they come to shoot their teasers.

- Bora and Seungyeon”

Underneath the letter, you see a second smaller note, almost hidden. After a quick glance, you realize that it’s Seungyeon leaving you her personal number and asking for dinner sometime. Considering how she secretly hid it, you chuckle as you realize that Bora probably scolded Seungyeon for wanting to leave it. It amazes you how similar yet different they are. So of course, even their responses would be different. While Seungyeon apparently wants something more, the lack of follow-up tells you that Bora is completely fine with it just being a casual hook-up. Smiling to yourself, you place the notes on your desk so you’ll always be able to see them. You briefly wonder exactly what services they’ll be recommending. But having seen pictures of all the other members, you’re excited to continue working on this project.

A/N first things first, I want to give a massive shoutout to @sinsatmidnight on tumblr for beta reading this ridiculous piece. I started writing this piece last year and after so many struggles I finished it after six months. This piece is kind of a weird mix of inspiration. Original concept was going to be something completely different. But then I saw that both had super hot pictures of croptops on buildingtops. So then the prompt became "something about croptops on rooftops" Then I decided to go with the opposite theme and use the outfit from Seungyeon's rooftop croptop and then the white outfit from the Black Or White stages as inspiration. Hence why the working title for this piece was Opposites. Also for some reason I feel like I want to clarify that I came up with this idea even before their collab video came out.

#kpop #kpop smut #dreamcatcher #malereader #readerinsert #clc #clc seungyeon #dreamcatcher sua

[merakiui]

hii could we get an angsty scenario/hcs of xiao and scaramouche/any characters you prefer! who are basically head over heels for someone but that person keeps getting with the wrong people and constantly getting their heart broken? Preferably with a good/fluffy ending but it’s up to you!

cw: angst + heartbreak  note - decided to go for scenarios! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

[Xiao] 

One Call Away—

The sudden shout of his name had brought him out into the open, where he finds you sitting in a field of wildflowers, your head hung and quiet sobs racking your hunched form.

“You called?” The gruffness in his voice startles you and your head snaps up. He notices your pained expression and the tears that refuse to cease, and it gives birth to a strange feeling within his chest. “What happened? Surely I am not too late.” And then he shakes his head. “No, I’m never late.”

“Ah... I’m sorry.” You sniffle, pitifully rubbing at your eyes. “I guess your name slipped out. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just didn’t mean to call for you either.”

Xiao raises a brow and then surveys the surrounding area. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re in any mortal peril. In that case, I’ll leave you to—”

“No!”

Your sudden shout startles the both of you, with you drawing back and Xiao’s eyes widening ever so slightly. He wonders why you’re crying when beautiful scenery surrounds you. Are you truly that pathetic? Are mortals usually this weak-hearted? Xiao can’t wrap his head around the idea of grief; he’s an immortal who has seen plenty of hazardous scenarios worth grieving over. Yet with the passage of time he has learned to let such emotions drift away on a wind current. Emotions are useless to an adeptus.

But now he’s stuck with them.

“No?”

“D-Don’t go...” Your voice wobbles and you wipe at your reddened eyes. “I don’t want to bother you, but could you stay here with me? For a little while, at least. It’s all I’ll ask...”

He feels like he should decline your desperate plea before it spreads its perplexing roots throughout his system. The words are practically on the tip of his tongue and he struggles to verbalize them. If he could, he’d shake his head and vanish from your sight. There’s something about your expression that forces him to stay, and he truly detests the way his emotions run wild at the prospect of something he can’t quite comprehend.

“Fine.”

And so Xiao listens to you. It’s something he does best; his eyes and ears are open as he gives you his full, undivided attention. Half of him observes your reactions as you explain what happened and the other half zeros in on the way your subtle hand motions. While he might not be anywhere near a cupid—and he would never be caught giving out relationship advice to mortals, which is something he couldn’t do even if he tried—he is still a being of immense power. From what he’s able to understand from your explanation, your loved one decided to part from you because they believed it just wasn’t working. And you, having been struck with an immense sadness, failed to call out to them to clear up any misunderstandings.

Eventually, after internally wrestling with his own thoughts and feelings, he asks, “Do you want me to teach them a lesson? Should you need them to feel the same amount of despair you’re feeling—”

“Oh, no! No. No. They don’t deserve to be punished for that. I understand now that our feelings weren’t the same. We really weren’t working and that’s okay. It just...hurts.”

Xiao tilts his head, an innocently childish show of confusion. “Where?”

“It’s not a physical pain, Xiao. I mean, it could be. But...this is more emotional.” Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his wrist. He stares down at your hand and he almost pulls away. Before he can even consider what’s happening, you’re guiding his hand to where your heart is. “In here. It hurts now, but I’ll overcome it eventually. I’m used to it anyways...”

The straight-faced adeptus remains still as he feels the fast-paced beat of your heart. Mortals have always been weak in his eyes: feeble beings who break at the slightest inconvenience. Although you don’t seem close to shattering and that confuses him more than he’d like to admit. Perhaps you are one of the more resilient humans he’s come across in recent years. It’s strange when he feels your heartbeat, so very certain and alive with the sour feelings a heartbreak brings. He’s never understood that either. Heartbreaks and relationships. The differences between friendship and romance. Both can be seen through to the very end, if fostered healthily.

So then why are you so sad?

Truthfully, you’ve always seemed sad to Xiao. As an adeptus, he’s never been able to fully grasp the meaning behind human emotions. They’re insignificant in his eyes, mere flashes of feeling that can hurt and blind. They’re troublesome and useless—certainly not something he would ever want to experience. But those emotions can heal and bring cheer. They’re not all entirely bad, nor are they as evil as he seems to think they are.

Xiao realizes his hand has been on your chest for a while now and he’s been staring at you so much that you’ve begun to shrink away, partially embarrassed to have him analyze you with so much scrutiny.

“Is...something wrong?”

He shakes his head slowly at first before retracting his arm. And then he notices you’ve stopped crying. He’s not sure when this happened, but he’s oddly relieved to see your neutral expression. Somehow your crying face is painful and it wounds him in a way he never would have imagined.

“Thank you for listening to my rant. I know this is probably meaningless to you, since you’re an adeptus and all, but it really means a lot. So I’m glad I was able to get these things off my chest. I feel a lot lighter now.”

“You’re not sad?”

“Ah. Well...” Your gaze flickers, eyes darting to and fro while you struggle to look at him. “I’m still sad, but I’ll get over it! Don’t worry! I’m resilient!”

Xiao’s brow furrows in confusion. As he has thought plenty of times before, mortals are far too complex. Eventually he sighs and says, “It’s okay to cry. Don’t keep that inside, okay? You’ll just hurt yourself even more.” Now he’s avoiding your gaze and there’s a barely noticeable tinge of pink dusting his pale cheeks. He’s really not good at consoling humans.

“Oh, Xiao.” You pull him in for a hug and he stiffens, trying to squeeze out of your arms like a cat near water. But then he feels your fingers digging into his arm and he realizes that you might actually need this hug. Despite the fact that he’s not used to freely giving out hugs—or even cheering up mortals, for that matter—he is definitely out of his element. “Really, thank you. I promise to make you an Almond Tofu as thanks.”

“There’s no need for that.” Hesitantly, as if he’s worried he’ll break you, he wraps his arms around your form. “I’m just helping you because you called my name. That’s all.”

But that’s not the full truth. Hidden in those words is the real reason why he even bothered to stay despite the false alarm. And it worries Xiao when he thinks about the implications. He really does like you and this admiration has surpassed platonic love. As long as you’re okay, though, he’ll swallow his feelings in favor of making sure you’re always happy. It’s one of his duties as your friend.

Friend. A word Xiao never thought he’d ever use, but it feels nice. He likes it.

Yet The Distance Remains Harrowing.

[Scaramouche] 

To Mend a Broken Heart—

You’re spilling your emotional guts in front of the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, tears freely running down your cheeks like two faulty water faucets. It’s a pathetic sight, really. Scaramouche witnessed this exact show just a few weeks ago when you were so certain that that fisher was the one. Now, after meeting and getting together with someone else for a short time, you’ve come out of yet another relationship, unhappy and unsatisfied.

He’s jealous. There’s no denying the envy he feels when you talk so highly of these people and then wail about them a few days later. It’s a vicious cycle of mending a fragile heart and then breaking it into pieces all over again. With no end in sight, you fall victim to your own demise in the pursuit of love. He wonders if you’ll ever learn to choose your next partner carefully rather than settling for anything with a pulse.

“This is exactly what I said would happen, was it not?” he says with a sigh. “Oh, woe is you. If you were smarter, this last relationship might have lasted longer.”

“That’s rich coming from you. I’ve never seen you in a relationship before,” you mutter, wiping angrily at your eyes. His eyelid twitches at the not-so-subtle jab. “Ugh!I hate being so unlucky! This is the worst.”

“Rather than your foul luck, I think the problem lies within you and your taste in partners.”

Sniffling, you lower your head onto the table, hoping to just melt into the crafted wood before you end up making even more of a fool out of yourself. It’s rare to be in the company of Scaramouche, considering how often he’s assigned missions that require swift travel and a covert profile. But whenever you do find yourself sitting across from him, indulging in light snacks and tea, it’s always because you’ve lost your latest lover; and your own sadness requires the nullifying effects of Scaramouche’s cynicism.

“They’re good people! I just don’t know why it never works out. We’re happy and we both like each other—it doesn’t make any sense. Am I missing something? Is it my fault? They probably got tired of me because I’m not a good person.“

“Perhaps.” He takes a moment to sip his tea and you muster a weak glare. Only Scaramouche can delight in his beverage while you’re holding back another onslaught of tears. “Your crocodile tears are hardly flattering and your apparent need for consistent affection might come off as clingy. And you have a tendency to find flaws within yourself whenever something doesn’t go your way. Adding onto that, you doubt yourself a lot and you’re always quick to take the blame for things that are out of your control. In a way you are partially—”

“I get it. I’m not a good person.”

“I never said anything of that sort. Now you’re just asking for pity.”

Oh, how close you are to punching that smirk off of his face.

“Then since you seem to know everything, my oh so helpful friend, why don’t you tell me what I’m missing?”

“With pleasure.” His cup finds the surface of the table as he ponders your demand for a moment. “You’re missing someone who meshes well with your personality.”

“That’s not true. Everyone I’ve been with so far—“ His skeptical look makes you stop short. “Okay. Maybe we forced it because we thought it was love. But that’s besides the point! There was still an attraction! I think...” You huff and bury your face in your arms, nearly almost sprawling on the table. You’re too depressed to even consider how impolite your actions look, and Scaramouche scoffs at your poor display of manners. “Where am I even going to find someone who ‘meshes well with my personality,’ hm?”

“I’m sure you’ve already found them.” He clears his throat, tracing a finger along a sanded knot in the wooden table. “You’re sitting across from him.”

Whether he intended for you to hear that whispered part, you can’t say for sure. But your head perks up and you fix him with a lopsided grin. “You’re kidding.”

“Hm?”

“Me and you, a couple?” A small giggle escapes your lips and you swipe the remaining tears out of your eyes. “Don’t joke about that. I’m trying to be sad here!”

It wasn’t a joke, he almost says and he catches himself, suddenly self-conscious.

“I don’t think we’d work out,” you continue, motioning between you and him. “We’d hardly see each other and you don’t seem like the type for romance. Besides, I’m not attracted to you in that way. You feel the same, right?”

Scaramouche stares into his cup before he meets your gaze, a tight smile gracing his expression. “Of course. Your inability to settle isn’t all that attractive.”

Your eyes roll and you finally pick up your own cup to take a large gulp of lukewarm tea. The bitter Harbinger observes your actions with narrowed eyes. There’s a distinct pain that taps at his hardened soul, splitting it apart as your words echo within his spinning head. I don’t think we’d work out. I’m not attracted to you in that way. Why is he suddenly feeling...upset? He’s not one for pitiful emotions; he’s a Harbinger, not a lovesick fool! He ought to glare at you and storm off, demanding the two of you never speak again. But he won’t say that because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Because he cares for you. Because he loves you.

You feel the same, right?

No, that’s not right. This is the love he’s been wallowing in since he first got acquainted with you. It’s strange when he remembers every event that has led up to the blossoming feelings that reside deep in the epicenter of his heart, but it’s even more strange that he can’t find the courage to voice his own opinion.

“We wouldn’t mix,” he reaffirms your statement with a cold tone. There is no warmth in his eyes. “After all, your taste in tea is as bad as your taste in partners.”

And even though he wishes you could see through his walls—just this once he’ll allow you to tear them down for the sake of a half-baked confession—you just sit there and grin, no longer teary-eyed and forlorn. How odd. His heart feels far heavier than it’s ever been before. And you’re already scanning your surroundings, hungry for a love that will never keep you sated. Perhaps you weren’t even sad in the first place.

Upon realizing this, Scaramouche wants nothing more than to disappear into the wood like a feeble worm and never come back out.

You Must Break Another.

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