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smokeypeaches-and-honeyplums · 2 years

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Hey I notice your requesting for LMK. I don’t know what your character limits is, but can I have the monkeys(separately) reaction when they realize they love the reader(head canon or image which ever is easier for ya). Thanks!

TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY BECAUSE I'M???? CURRENTLY WRITING A MENTOR MACAQUE FANFIC FOR AO3 AND THIS IS DELICIOUS PRACTICE TYTYTY I APPRECIATE YOU FR

Reader is Gender Neutral by default.

Macaque

Making you involved with Macaque in some form already for this to work

Also giving you something similar to Macaque in regards to power since you'd be involved with him for a hot while to have at least half of what he has

Probably either training you or just working with him in general

At first he considered you an asset he could possibly use in his persuit of revenge or something

That is until you welcomed him with a warmer attitude than he to you, which caught him off guard when he was most definitely being a bit arrogant with you

So he just kinda chilled with you as a form of an equal for a while as you both trained together and worked together toward a mutual goal of fuckin up SWK for one reason or another

Grew to respect you overtime, so your chances of being betrayed were... probably like 20%

Still plausible

We saw what he did to MK so I mean cmon man

Trained along side you and got to know you pretty well up until he took MK under his wing for a bit

You knew what the plan was so you didn't really say anything about it, he agreed to at least not kill the guy (that would soon also be a lie so you could be thankful of SWK for a least one thing--)

He was just going to be bait for SWK, that's really it

So you basically just threatened MK to get SWK right where you wanted him only for things to change last minute without your knowledge

And that did not end well

You hurried to protect Macaque and call this a draw, getting you both out of there before any more damage could be dealt to the shadow monkey

Immediately got you both to safety

"You didn't have to step in you know. I had the Monkey King and his little successor handled."

"Yeah well it didn't look so much like that to me."

"Yeah? Well what else do you know then know it all?"

"I know that I give enough of a shit about you to know when there's a limit no matter how stubborn you are, Macaque."

"So I'm sorry for taking you out of harm's way but I don't really fancy seeing you get smacked around no matter how deep rooted the grudge, thanks."

Macaque was quiet for a moment, just looking at you in a bit of shock as you gently but firmly sat him down to bandage him up a bit

You managed to melt the edge monkey's heart! Congrats!

Skipped a beat maybe even

It's been so long since he had been cared for in such an earnest way, so don't blame him if he just kinda, keeps his distance to process things

He's not angry he swears

We all remember shadow play and know the speech he gives to Tang which is just projection the dialouge page so it's understandable he's conflicted about you now

He doesn't abandon you and still works with you it's just in lower numbers of consistency now

He does eventually come back and opens up albeit vaguely about why he was so distant

You take a moment to piece things together but completely understand

Given his history you completely understand and don't blame him so you're not really angry

You still cater for him and give him reassuring words and even compliments as a bit of a cherry on top

Starts to melt

Not used to this.jpeg

It's at this that he realizes just /how much/ he cares for you at this point now

And given who he's forced to work with now, makes him really want to protect you, prevent you from getting wrapped up in this as much as he possibly can

This fails of course and just further cements how he feels

Of course when he's finally coming to terms to things is when shit really hits the fan

So he's trying his hardest to find a way to get you both free from LBD's grasp

He'll be selfless this once

Don't make him regret it

Please

Sun Wukong (Monkey King)

Sacred Temple? More like Shame temple!

Please tell me you get the reference

Anyway you kinda just bumped into Sun Wukong thanks to his fellow monkies either ratting you out or you catering for them so lovingly

Love at first sight sort of ordeal but a one way ticket to his heart is most definitely either peaches or the monkies

But it's still a gradual build up

So you first hit it off as friends as he convinces you to come around more often

"Come on, if not for me do it for the little guys! I know you can't say no to this face." Holds up one of the monkies like a cat, pulling off those puppy eyes to bribe you

"Alright fine. I'll do it for them..."

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Giddy King™

So you did, coming around to offer some cleaning or play with the monkies or even just enjoy your time with Sun Wukong

And not going to lie, it became quite enjoyable being around the Great Sage

Listening to his stories or about his new successor MK

It's nice.

And it seems that the Great Sage himself is getting relaxed into it too considering that he also seems to look forward to the days you would come over more and having talks with y-

Oh shit

The simp has fallen in love with the e girl.mp3

Unlike Macaque, he's not too conflicted about it

He just doesn't want to really drive you away

Besides MK you're really the only one he feels the most real with and doesn't really need to keep up theatrics

Just. You and him

Probably another reason he fell for you

He doesn't drop too obvious of hints but just enough to make sure you're actually comfortable

He may be the goofy, charismatic, loveable Monkey King, but he still knows what boundaries are when they count

So he'll only make moves when he knows the feelings are mutual

And if that means to wait for a while, he can wait for a bit

Apologes for how long this is

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anachrosims · 2 years

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[TS4] RE-OPENING COMMISSIONS SOON.

With my car breaking down, and the doctor ruling me as a good candidate for surgery to remove the growth (and potentially my entire lady-business), I’m really strapped for cash right now. I’ve been trying to do more overtime, but this fucking thing is sapping the life out of me and I really can’t afford to dive headlong into more burnout.

Here’s the details in nice neat bullet points:

I still need to work on more projects but as it stands, commissions WILL take priority.

I need to mull over what I’ll be able to commit to over the weekend--that includes number of slots, what kinds of things are on offer, and prices.

Expect a proper post some time next week after Juneteenth.

All commissions will be PUBLIC and up for download for FREE.*

*-- If there’s something of a personal nature, however, just tell me, and I will not upload it for the public. I just won’t do Patreon exclusives because that’s scummy AF.

I’ll post monetary goals because, at least for the moment, I don’t need an astronomical amount. (Well, not astronomical in USD.)

I’ll also post my Ko-Fi in case anyone would like to donate any amount without commissioning.

If y’all want to suggest items you’d like to see more of, feel free to do so in the replies/reblogs.

(Right now I know I will NOT offer mesh edits for CAS. I MAY offer MINOR mesh edits for OBJECTS, but I’m really not as comfortable as I’d like to be in Blender. Maybe it’s the perfectionist in me, but if I’m going to charge money, I want it to be worth it. So, we’ll see.)

Read below for more details about what’s going on medically for those interested. Nothing ACTUALLY detailed lol. If you don’t want to read vague descriptions of AFAB shit then feel free to skip what’s under the cut.

Basically I’ve been having extremely heavy cycles, like, to the point where I ended up missing four days of work because I could barely move after the blood loss. After that, I went to my doctor to get an exam and ended up doing a follow-up for an ultrasound. They found a growth in my uterus. It’s likely not cancerous since it doesn’t seem to be spreading, but we haven’t done a biopsy yet.

They wanted to treat it with birth control but all the stuff they gave me landed me with chest pains, so that’s a no-go. And because of other reasons, they can’t do minor surgical procedures due to where the damn thing is. Other treatment options were discussed, but I’m not a good candidate for most of them due to my physical response to oral hormone treatments.

All the while, I’ve had about three cycles in the last two months--where it’s like, I’ll have the Week, then the post-week, then the pre-week, then another Week; rinse, repeat. It’s also been consistently painful, and has caused acute dizziness to the point where there are times when I feel it isn’t safe to drive. Plus stomach cramps. Needless to say, it’s been absolute hell.

I’m heading back in two weeks to get another ultrasound, and then to have a consultation with my doctor about surgery. I don’t want kids, so I’m not worried about the risk of ending any chance at fertility. I just want to get on with my life. I live alone and it’s kind of terrifying as a result?? So that’s kind of where I’m at with this.

#hhhhhhhhhhh #personal stuff #if you don't like personal shit then don't read #I've had a lot of folks asking about commissions so hence the post

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ask-steven-stevenson · 2 months

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// ooc ask but can i ask what yoyr timeline and phone guy coding is for this blog :pleasding: i dont want to ask steven bcause it would be awkward as hell ....

//-☎️🖊️

//Mod note! But, yes ofc! this is also,, to clear up some mistakes I have done myself (+I forgot about the fact Steven dies in dsaf 1,,so sorry about that anon) also, i really hope this makes sense, if not please let me know, I have trouble putting thoughts into words. As for the coding, each generation has different coding and features. While some from the same generation can have some perks the others lack. While most of what I have stays somewhat original to the game, I have added a few things. One huge change being, there is indeed a chance of one being able to remember who they were before the phonification process. Even though their memory WAS wiped, there is still a chance you can bring it back. However, it could take years. But there have been some successors; the biggest example would be Harry. Though, same generation as Steven, due to being surrounded with such helpful memoires (example being; when Joe and the other managers found out what Abel had done to Harry, they all stayed by his side, each and every one of them trying their hardest to make him remember himself) Overtime it had slowly worked. If that makes sense. The ONLY reason Harry was even ABLE to remember himself was because he had the stable support there. With stable support the higher the chance a generation one can remember. However. The sooner the better. Without any support, you could just basically give up hope. They would be too stubborn in their ways to realize that they are an actual human and not some pawn for show.

(On the fact Steven had nobody, he still does slightly believe he is still Scott. But he accepts that hes called Steven) Some more are just some minor add ons, example being; Generation one phoney's are weaker in a sense compared to generation two and onward. Generation one: is more easy to succumb due to a virus. Due to their tail. (while yes, all three generations have tails, theirs severs a purpose. The others are basically for show.) As to how they GET said virus, their tails have connectors at the end, allowing them to plug them in. It was designed in a way to put in orders easier. As for timeline. as I am still tweaking it out still fully, due to finding many plot holes within my thoughts. The only change as of now is just the ending of dsaf 1. In which Steven can live. However, Dave an Jack would've gone to jail.)

#ooc post #//quick mod note #Im sorry again if this makes no sense #if it doesnt lmk and I will try my best to reword everything

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sadboysimps · 2 years

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𝐉𝐉𝐊 | 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶 - 𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶 𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑰 - 𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑰 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰 | (𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾)

So these are pretty basic and nothing special. Lot of switching, except with Nanami. And once again, these are my thoughts and how I see the characters and decided to write them in this post. (Because honestly, they could always be the opposite too.)

Genre- Fluff, Smut

CONTENT WARNINGS ! : one time ‘cross dressing’, slight angsty stuff cos Megumi is sad boi™, mentions of rough sex Can’t think of anything else, if there is something I should add please tell me!

All characters and reader are 18 or older!

Male!Reader, AMAB

Minors pretty fkn please Do Not Interact with posts or blog ok? :D

𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶

Dream husband material ™

Romantic dinners so often. Yes, he is busy but the chances of him using his last energy after long hard day to cook you dinner and making it romantic.

Does often end up with takeout from fancy restaurants or your cooking.

Passionate kisses!!!

Showers together

Nanami will use any chance he can to do things together.

Man looks like he has never heard of humor 💀, but your anniversary gift is a soft pink apron and 50’s style costume dress (Gojo made him)

Because one wine filled night you both joked about how you are almost like a housewifehusband

That anniversary night was also wine filled, you ended up wearing it and he bend you over a kitchen counter and fucked you 😳

So yeah, he is a top, and a dom

You probably can convince him to bottom few times (after some wine, this man is so dense istg)

He enjoys it, I mean you’re hitting his prostate and pumping your hand around his cock for many orgasms to come, how could he not?

Also did enjoy all the pleasure without doing any work

Still prefers topping and having full control

His de-stressing is pounding your ass

Not too big on cock sucking but anything to draw pretty moans and grunts out of his lover

But will make you gag on his cock

Loves holding on to your hips when hitting it from behind and your sides when in missionary making love

If it’s very late or you two don’t have that much time to prep you he likes to give you hand job and/or have one finger delivering a prostate orgasm for you, while you are sucking his cock, during or after.

Loves having his hand on your cock more than he is willing to admit

It came to him as a big surprise when he fell for you, and was nervous about his sexuality

Man was scared of what if he isn’t into gay sex??? He wanted to date and be with you and of course have sex, but with another man was such a new concept for him

Quick learner tho, takes his time prepping you even if he is in hurry to stick it in

He wasn’t actually very worried about what other people would think about him dating a man, Nanami's worries only include not working overtime and your happiness

𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶 𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑰

The boy was shook when he realized he liked you, more than as a friend

And he almost had a nose bleed when he saw you lift your top and swipe the sweat of your face after your work out 😌

Megumi’s eyes were glued to your sweaty abdomen and fantasies flooding his head

One night you two were hanging in his room, just chillin’

“So uh... You’re uh... Gay right?” Omg he felt so dumb, worst way to this convo

“Yeah haha. I guess it’s kind of obvious lol”

Mhhmm yea everyone knew that, why is he asking...

He proceeds to stumble his words as he asks how you realized you liked guys. You explained, chuckling every once in a while, when he went ‘aha’, ‘mhmm’, ‘ookay’...

Then you asked why is he asking you and he went red

“Do you like a guy?” You were being genuine, but in his mind, you were smirking in a teasing way

“Uhm... I-I'm not s-sure...” Boy he is n e r v o u s.

“How does it feel to kiss a guy? Is it much different?” Cha cha real smooth ‘Gumi

“Well... *actual smirk* It’s different for everyone. So uh, haha if you wanna try... I’m up for it.” Cha cha real smooth Y/N

He nods, but is looking down on his lap, until you softly pull his face to yours by fingers on his jaw.

It was soft quick lips touching, and you pulled away a bit, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“That was a peck, not a kiss...” Megumi mumbled with eyes on his lap again and cheeks red

“Wellh...” You huffed and smiled and cupped his jaw, his lips conveniently slightly parted and properly kissed him

He responded to the kiss surprisingly fast

And you knew who his crush was at that moment

So you kissed that night few more times and kind of wordlessly decided to be together to see if it works

And it does

Asks to keep your relationship down low first and fears you think he is ashamed of being with you/guy

But you understand him cos you’ve probably been there

Switcherino, he isn’t sure what he prefers and is first awkward with penetration either way, so at the start it was lot of hand jobs, frotting and blow jobs (took him time to get used to having dick in his mouth)

Low sex drive, he just isn’t feeling it that often

You don’t really have dom/sub going on, even when the sex is on rougher side.

Shy Megumi™

Has hard time making eye contact until like half way when the pleasure is really taking over and it’s really just the two of you being one

Neck kisses, both ways

Omg he is so pretty being a bottom, would be sad to take him from behind since you couldn’t see his face

Tho he probs hides it anyway, but pepper kissed on whatever skin is available closest to his face and he is gonna come for those lips on his

When he gets more comfortable with the relationship he starts sitting and standing closer to you in public

Won’t get angry or super flustered of forehead or cheek kisses (both ways)

Mostly big spoon in any cuddle situation, unless he is very tired or has the sads (which is often tbh), will rest his head on your chest

Scared of losing you 102% of the time

You’re his anchor from anxiety and depression

Kind of dependent of you because of that

You’re the light of his life ♥

𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑰 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰

Dull moments? Never heard of them.

Adorable af

Cute dates so often, cozy coffee shops, small bakeries with your favorite sweets!

Playful clingy, to the point people think you’re just a couple of lifetime best friends

Until Yuji showers your face with kisses that is

“I loooveee youu, Y/N-chan~”

Sometimes accompanied by kisses between each word

Usually, his kisses are cute pecks on your lips or face in public

But when alone his kisses are more sort of ‘Lemme eat your face’ lmao

Will introduce you as his lovely best boyfriend anyone could ever have to everyone, to the point it gets embarrassing

Yikes Gojo picked up on that 🙄

He put a paper on your pack reading “Yuji’s lovely best boyfriend anyone could ever have L/N”

Eventually you got upset about it and Yuji confronted Gojo about it

So only your boyfriend can say that

Might not use nicknames that much in public (unless he is feeling sweeter than normal) and more often just says Y/N-chan in super cutesy way

Has creative nicknames when he uses them around others tho

Fff can't think of any, but you all know Yujis got some funny shit thought up

You know those cute simple bracelets with letter beads?

Matching ones with each other's names

Asking Nobara to take cute pics of you two

Gojo does that without asking already (rude but not complaining) 🤨🤔

So if you all have been somewhere together, except bunch of pictures of you and Yuji being sent at the end of the day

Will beg Gojo to let him take you everywhere

Except missions, he will keep you away from any dangers

But if you are a sorcerer, won’t let you go alone

Playfully bites your fingers and silence ensues

You’re just looking at him like 🤨 “Not sure if to laugh or what”

Thinks you’re offended until you crack and start laughing your ass off

Sukuna in him like 😐😑 “fuk u both”

Aaand to the part most of y’all been waiting for hahhaa

He seems kinda innocent, not in “oblivious to sex” kind of way but in general

Oh boyyyy....

He isn’t the kinkiest fucker around, but he’s got some drive in him

Often jerk off because doesn’t want to bother you

And you tell him that he is more than welcome to ask you for help

Embarrassed about his sex drive tbh

Switching a lot. Depending on how you like it

Yuji wants to try everything so

Just like with Megumi, there’s not that obvious dom/sub dynamic going on, but it’s more evident than with ‘gumi

Once again it depends on what you like

Loves pounding into you and also loves you abusing his prostate

Sucker for your fingers in his ass and mouth on his cock

Bit shy at first so he was selfless and focused on your pleasure (either way)

But eventually started taking hold of your hair and guiding your lips around his shaft

Throaty whines (???)

Loud af breathing with loud moans escaping

Morning sex

Before sleep sex

Most likely somewhere in middle of the day sex if both of you have time

Fucking a cocksleeve together

Hickeys all over the chest for both of you

Loves being praised and loves praising you

Hand holding during sexual activities

Relationship with him is just amazing and makes for the cutest Instagram stories and posts

He doesn’t give a fuck that you are a guy. If some hater comes running his mouth at you two he will just tilt his head to the side and look at the person as if they’re speaking foreigner language

Then kiss you and walk away with hand holding yours

Oh by the way, ruffle his hair, will lean on you and tell you he loves you (for the millionth time that day)

Do not re-post, copy or translate on any site. Re-blogging (or sharing link to) this post is allowed and appreciated tho.

Oh my this is just a huge mess, written on many different days.

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader (not a lot in this chapter), fluff, angst, language, minor drowning incident, lowercase intended, typos for sure

a/n: we’ve reached the end of the series! whew! it’s been a long time coming. read to find out what happens to jj and y/n!! gif used is mine :)

interact with the series masterlist or let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist! ♡

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

the morning light didn’t shine through your windows for hours on the daily. the drawn curtains shielding you from the rays as you used as a barrier from the outside world, waking up later than what you’re used to. it was with bold determination that you managed to gather yourself and do what you normally would. get up, fix the bed, do bathroom agendas and cook food— either only for you or the best friends you had plans to meet with.

three days had passed since you last saw the group. staying within the rundown walls of your house, wallowing in heartbreak and, although you hate to admit it, self pity. but today was different, as pope persuaded her to surf - knowing that he was just trying to get her to go by using flattery - but she agreed after telling the lad he poor enticing skills.

the sun was at somehow at its peak as you arrived your usual spot, colossal waves in view as the silhouettes of your friends surfed from the distance. their laughs being carried away with the wind towards you let your feet sink in the hot sand.

though you loved hearing their faint laughters, the absence of the the one you were too nervous to run into once again didn’t come unnoticed. you propped your board by the palm tree that offered shade, peeling off the summer dress you had on as it revealed your favourite bikini. you waxed hastily, ready to get your body submerged in the ocean.

tucking your board under your arms, you ran to the white water that’s widespread on the shallow part, watching your friends wait for the set that was coming up as you ventured to them excitedly as you passed the shore break, using the riptide to get on the deep end faster.

once you reached the section they were at, it was as if it was your deep seated understanding with the rest to paddle out and catch waves of your own. it was deemed throughout the group- that eventually became passed on the island, that you and the blonde pogue were one’s greatest competition when it came to surfing. you both found it funny, setting the pressure aside and let your adoration for each other mask it.

the swells were developing faster, some breaking earlier than usual and some not being worth to catch. soon enough, the two boys left to rest for a little while, having been there an hour before kie and an extra half hour before you.

silence filled the air for awhile, the only thing easing the tension in the atmosphere was the crashing of the waves. it was soon ceased as the brunette spoke, “i’m sorry...” you looked at her, prompting her to continue “about you and jj.”

your lips formed a thin line, not knowing whether to make a face or smile. “i hope you guys could work it out.” that statement alone impelled you to let out a scoff.

“you’re actually telling me that...you’re actually telling me that?” you asked in annoyance, she bowed her head before building up the courage to speak again.

“we weren’t doing anything behind your back.” she started, “i know it doesn’t seem that way but believe me, we didn’t. i can’t do that to myself, to jj, and i respect and love you too much to do that to you.”

although you guys we’re still floating on your surfboards, hair and skin soaked in salty water, you could guarantee that a few tears fell from her eyes. but knowing kie and being best friends for so long, tears were not what you needed to have assurance of her sincerity, it was simply her bringing her walls down to talk her feelings away.

“i appreciate that a lot. i’m sorry too if i doubted you, it just wasn’t hard to do so when he has chosen you over me multiple times. and it’s not like it’s a bad thing to be closer than ever, he just doesn’t know how to get his priorities straight, i guess.” you answered, letting the water cradle you as you eased through a conversation.

it was not hard to forgive kiara, positive that what she was saying was true. you looked out to the horizon as you were at the apex of a wave, closing your eyes but cutting it short as you heard her speak, “he loves you...” you looked into her eyes and can see the honey colour of them spill out genuineness

“...so much. but he was doubting as well. the reason why he kept on meeting me was he was asking me stuff to know if you were sure about him.” you furrowed your brows, keeping you gaze at her as your stare asked for more questions.

“it’s not my place to speak for him. it’s better if you guys talk. that night was full of rage, make another one full of understanding. all i want right now is to be your best friend again.” a lot of weight was lifted off your shoulder, you clouded mind started to clear as you paddled slightly over her to wrap her in your arms “you never even lost me, kie.” she returned the hug as you both caught a few more waves.

as you both decided that it was time to paddle back, the period dropped as the tide leveled out offering a few entries into nice waves. kiara, out of breath let you have time for yourself as you insisted that you’ll be fine alone and waited a few minutes for a nice set to conquer and kick out the channel.

a herculean wave came to view which quickly capped out. paddling over after it broke, you saw the second one gaining such momentum as it approached someone like you who’s been expecting a day ender.

intimidating was the word you described it in your head. it towering over you as the sun rested at the shoulder of it, the glare making it harder to examine what it’s going to do whether it is going to close down or give you the time to catch it.

after seeing the line for previous waves, you decided to paddle out, fully committing in it being one of the difficult waves that size that you surfed in.

but that commitment lead you to a minor downfall as the higher you got, the clearer the reefs became as it drew off from the ocean ground. making you realize that it would be a steep giant that you needed to brace yourself for.

things didn’t not go your way as your board basically was propped on air, not giving you any control to position yourself. you dropped on the cold water, covering your head as you landed exactly where the impact zone is.

reeling your board in, you tried to catch a decent sized wave, hoping to ride out on the white water to get out of the section faster. your arms were killing you, not cooperating as it just made you slower.

soon enough you once again submerged, a plethora of underwater billow surrounding you. the current tossing you around, making you tumble worse than a gymnastics class make their students do.

when you surfaced, an engine could be heard nearing you, a voice shouting your name as it reached your seemingly lifeless body. the yells were indistinct, your board long forgotten as your back hit the fine sand before you were rolled over to your side, your eyes still closed.

“y/n, you okay?” you heard, slowly gaining back your consciousness, you felt hands soothing your back as you opened your eyes, meeting your favourite blue ones.

jj had his moments, and running to you was his solution to everything. but when he got in a fight with his father, rebuttals about you set his insides on fire as luke degraded him to the point where even he, the guy who shrugs everything off and continues to live his life, questioned if he was even worthy of you.

that’s what lead him to spending his time with kie. as he couldn’t feel any pressure when he’s around her. asking her what he could do to improve about himself to be enough for you and always getting the same response that he already was.

but as he saw you with rafe, that set off the recurrence of his negative thoughts. the smile that you give to mostly everyone suddenly became a special one for the kook, the goodbye wave you did suddenly became a secret message of i miss you, and the words of his dad of him being useless suddenly became true.

it was illogical, as him out of all people should know who you were, being that you’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. but you ending your guys’ relationship worsened the situation.

he came from the garage where the his dad kept his equipments. having to steal keys from a drunk luke wasn’t such a task as he was drunk himself, the confidence sinking in as he approached the steps of the house that didn’t even look like one.

he did the sort of thing every now and then, taking the phantom for a spin was his escape, even though it was usually followed by a few punches when his dad finds out. he learned overtime how to be more furtive about it, knowing when to take the boat and how to use it without his dad finding out.

the surfing invite got to him, pope never leaving anyone out of the group. however, he still refused as he knew you were coming. positive that you cannot last three days without acting like a sane person, he wanted to give you a fun day to be with the others without him ruining it.

but he could just not see you, so he drove to your constant place to surf. the place where you both came to terms with your feelings and the one where you had discussions of how you both will have the chance to surf at Mavericks.

he watched smiling at your figure dancing on your board. the water glistening beneath as if it was worshipping you as you became one with the ocean, letting it control you. but he immediately was in action as he saw you wipe out and get toppled by gigantic swells multiple times. it wasn’t an easy task, as the set made it difficult to reach for you in his first try, having to drive away briefly as the set approached. he pulled your body onto the phantom as he finally had the chance to, his heart breaking at the sight of your once velvet lips now turned blue.

the others were just as worried for you when the blonde reached the shore. jj performing cpr before turning you sideways to let out any saltwater from within as he shouted your name. he felt helpless, but it was soon replaced with relief as your weak eyes made contact with his cerulean ones. the tightness in his chest loosening the grip it had.

you sat up as you looked away and was immediately given water by john b. jj running a hand through his already messy locks “don’t you scare me like that ever again!” frustration masked in his voice.

the others were reassured of your safety already, but they also knew that it was time to leave you two to talk, and with that being said they excused themselves to go wait in the twinkie.

“uh..thank you.” you broke the awkward silence, offering a smile that didn’t last long as you looked at anywhere but him “you’re welcome. are you fine? do you need to go to the hospital?”

you shook your head, walking back to the palm tree where your things are. you put on your dress as the golden cast from the sun complimented your tanned skin. you began to pack up when you heard him speak

“can we talk?” he pleaded, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. your head and lungs were still stinging from almost drowning, and you knew tears were not going to help. but you also knew that if you didn’t talk now then nothing will ever be resolved, so you nodded, sitting on the beach chair john b brought, him sitting on the other one across from you.

“what have we become?” you joked and just as you were expecting he laughed with you while nodding in agreement “i was an asshole— screw that, i still am! i’m an asshole.” he paused and looked down before getting out a regretful laugh “but i’m in love with you. i still am.”

“an asshole that’s in love with me? what a dream.” tears brimmed the corners of your eyes. you reached out, grabbing his chin to make him look at you, “you hurt me,” swallowing the lump that formed in your throat before continuing “you made me feel like i was nothing to you anymore. you were my definitely when i was just a maybe to you.” you breathed deeply “but i hurt you too.” you sniffled

“the ways you tried to take your mind off things, me, was kinda fucked up. you weren’t thinking about me, only yourself...” he tried to cut you off but you raised your hand to let him know you weren’t finished.

“but jj you need to know you’re enough for me.” this time he interrupted “kie told you.” he said in statement rather than a question. you nodded, grabbing hands and held it tight.

“she did. and how dare you think i’m high maintenance and have high standards! you have more skincare products than me!” he laughed and wiped the tear that threatened to fall.

“i just thought you deserved better. seeing you with rafe at the ferry just set it off even though i know you would never cheat on me. you cried when you saw a frog eat a fly! but i could never give you the life he could, or any other guy in this case. i live off of beer and extra grits from the wreck—”

“i love you. i think that’s an enough answer, is it not.” he stoop up for a moment before dropping on his knees to match your height. caressing your rose blush cheeks that got more saturated as he tried to catch your eye.

“can we please try this again?” he queried, his eyes showing the red veins as he tried to stop his tears from falling once more. you smiled, nodding and throwing your arms around him, him almost losing his balance as he caught you.

“i thought you’d never ask.” you placed a chaste kiss on his cheeks and buried your face on the crook of his neck. it was quiet for a few seconds before he muttered

“what about rafe...”

you kissed him. your soft ones brushing against his chapped ones. but you didn’t care, his lips were on yours, at that moment you knew it was definitely him, you weren’t wrong the first time.

“i’ll eat grits for the rest of my life if it means being with you. rafe’s my best friend but you’re the one i want. now shut up and kiss me again.”

your hearts beat faster and faster as your lips collided with his own. he knew this kiss was the seal he needed. you thought it would be only be a short and sweet one, but as you began to pull away his arms were on your figure. one at the back of your neck as he deepened it, the other on your lower back to pull you closer. a gesture that didn’t compare to a surging tide as it made your knees weak.

once he pulled away, he brushed his nose with yours. his eyes stayed close as he was contented in feeling “you sure you’ll be satisfied being with me? because we’re off on a really bad start already and i’m telling you, you ain’t going anywhere.”

“i think that kiss was an answer in itself, love.”

you pulled in an embrace, placing a kiss on your temple as he squeezed you lightly “hell yeah!”

you drove up the roads of the outerbanks, the windows of your old vehicle rolled down as you bathed under the starlit canvas, the breath of the moon sending soothing kisses to your face.

the estate was still well lit, majority of the light in the deck turned on as a shadow appeared from one of the pillars that was blocking it. you ventured forward, confirming your guess as to who it was. once they looked down, you waved and they immediately ran down to meet you.

“y/n!!!” they yelled in excitement as they clung onto you. you giggled as you put your index finger on your lips, mentioning for her to lower her tone as you pulled their hair jokingly “what’s up, sneezy”

“you’ve missed 8 sleepovers. that’s a lot to make up for if you ask me.” she sassed and you just rolled your eyes.

soon enough you were inside the mansion once again. it felt like a void has been filled, feeling like going there was a part of you. not because of how big it is or how you get to experience staying over once in a while compared to your house or the uncomfortable pull out that you loved nonetheless. it was because you felt like the people here, or atleast the ones in your age range, considered you as family.

sarah jumped up from the living room couch as she saw you, rambling about how she missed you and how you miss out on a lot. but she promised to tell you all about it, asking you if you wanted to stay the night. you knew she wasn’t going to let you go anyway so you agreed. promising to catch up after you do what you initially came for.

the high end door was slightly open, a faint light from the inside tainting the dimly lit hallway. you pushed it open eagerly, seeing the boy on his bed finishing a can of soda. his slicked back hair making you laugh as you leaned against the doorframe.

“hey kook! wanna be friends again?”

the end.

it’s been a journey writing this series! i hope you guys enjoyed the ride as much as i did. it took a minute to finish it bc i had finals but especially because i wanted to somehow give an unsatisfyingly (if that even is a word) satisfying ending. thanks for the love on this series and see you guys in my other works!! ♡

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kira yoshikage: motivating and supporting his s/o

tw // none

contains: kira yoshikage motivating and supporting his neutral!s/o who feels unmotivated to pursue their career goals and dreams

dora's note: the raffle prize for the dear @berryvalentine has been delivered !! i hope you enjoy this dear. i had so much fun writing for kira, i hope i nailed him for you ~♡

word count: 1.1k

↳ when you first became a couple, kira knew you were a person who had dreams and career goals to pursue. he promised himself he would have helped the best he could, and you can say under any perspective that you aren't disappointed at all.

↳ yoshikage had never been one for love, and you had always been busy by yourself. so for the both of you, your love story was being a kind of a challenge. and ambition was the main key word. the feeling was true, though, none of you was feeling forced into it. you were a solid couple.

↳ you first exposed your doubts about your career to him during lunch. just like him, you used to enjoy a st. gentleman's sandwich, eaten under the shadow of a tree. a quiet lunch, none of you usually spoke, and it was just pure happiness.

↳ but that one time, you broke the peace to confess your fears to your man, and differently from how you had imagined, he'd been completely down to listen.

↳ he didn't dare to interrupt you. he liked when you poured your heart out to him about whatever bothered you, and you weren't used to doing it so much. so kira avoided interrupting you, allowing you to let it all out freely.

↳ your well deserved rant lasted the whole ten minutes left of the lunch break before he had to go back to work.

↳ yoshikage thanked you for trusting him with your doubts and fears, and promised the two of you would have gotten back to that topic once he came back home that late afternoon. you were more than fine with it, both you and him validate work a lot.

↳ you basically told him you had been feeling pretty discouraged about your career goals, lately. you were confident about the fact that a man like kira, who was so strictly keen on planning his life, would have helped you better than anyone else in the world.

↳ plus, he's your boyfriend/fiancée/husband (up to the reader <3), so bonus points of reassurement, coming from a loved one.

↳ "i just finished at work, no overtime as always. i'm exiting the kame yu. i'll be home just at the same hour. we'll go through that topic in front of a good pizza. don't bother yourself cooking something y/n, it's not the right day for that. i'll take a shortcut that will lead me to tonio's before i get home. hopefully i'll manage not to mess up our daily schedule. i love you."

↳ yoshikage left this message in your voice mail. you felt happy and important, knowing he was taking the risk of messing up his strict schedule in order to spoil you with some food, so that you wouldn't have needed to cook.

↳ needless to say, he managed to get home in time. you thanked him with a kiss, and he peacefully smiled. he left killer queen in charge to warm up the pizzas with a couple controlled explosions, and damn, that stand does have talent as a chef.

↳ kira is a man who doesn't have many ambitions, but he surely validates work and considers it important. his kame yu job fills his days, and he's been the best employee several times for his efficiency and thoroughness.

↳ so he's gonna use himself as an example, by telling you that you don't have to be super ambitious to achieve a good life. you need to be regular on what to do, make sure you enjoy it, and if you don't, to do all it requires to make it meet your standards.

↳ basically the same thing you did with the daily schedule. he never forced his lifestyle on you, you spontaneously tried it and adjusted it to your own needs, and none of each other's schedules encumbers on the other's.

↳ "but y/n, don't force other people's standards on you. do what makes you in peace with yourself. my mother wanted me to become a lawyer, yet i'm a cashier at kame yu and couldn't be happier than this. when people say they expect more from you, they're probably just trying to look better than you do. little do they know that's better who lives in peace, rather than who lives in prestige."

↳ if you wanna become a ceo, go for it. if you wanna become a barista, go for it. if you wanna become a police officer, go for it. just don't let anyone discourage you. if others expect more from you, that's the exact reason why you should just do what pleases you. your life is yours only, that's what yoshikage means.

↳ he's also gonna suggest to buy and customize a bullet journal of your own. he used to have it in his youth, when he had to write down his lessons and assignments. at thirty-three, he doesn't have a bullet journal, but still keeps a well organized agenda. (kira having a bullet journal in his youth is a personal favourite headcanon, my god...)

↳ kira also suggests putting on some nail polish or get a manicure once in a while. the man claims that having clean hands can help productivity.

↳ your man is down to help you in every single step, he even brought up the chance to get a day off, at the condition that the two of you will be busy on your project in the exact time in which he should be working at the kame yu. he gotta keep his biological clock the same as always, he's not gonna wake up later than usual just for the day off.

↳ you're fine with it, of course. he still gave you the chance to decide how to organize your day off, but you decided to just follow whatever he did.

↳ needless to say, you feel lucky you have a man like yoshikage in your life. he helps to get you organized, without forcing anything on you, and is down to make little changes to make your relationship work out, just like you do with him.

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twilightmalachite · 2 years

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Twin Peaks - factorization 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta

Translator: Mika Enstars & verdantgrove

Proofers: 310mc & meteorgreen

"I really want more physical compensation to show for it~ Like, I wanna use a stack of bills to bless some poor kids with good fortune, or something~"

Season: Summer

Location: ES Live Stage Dressing Room

A few hours later. Immediately following the end of the live, in the 2wink dressing room

Hinata: Pheeew, today’s live was a hit! I’ve got zero complaints!

Yuuta: Great work today, Aniki. ...That's right~, since we've been completely consistent these days, we've had no need for any post-live performance reviews.

That isn't a bad thing at all, okay?

Hinata: No, it so is! We always get something to eat together after a live, even if we call it a performance review— we’ve been doing that forever!

But nowadays we always say the whole thing was smooth sailing and nothing else, and giving your body some time to recharge is more important, so we just end up going home first thing after the live!

Yuuta: What’s wrong with that? We can meet up whenever we want, and I don’t see why we have to celebrate each time we finish work.

Nowadays, having a meal with you feels like working overtime for me.

Hinata: I don’t really know what you mean by that, but that’s so mean!? Eating with you after lives was my sole source of joy after we got split into separate dorm rooms!

I don’t get the chance to get my healthy dose of Yuuta-kun very often!

Yuuta: What does that even mean...

Hinata: Well, if I put it seriously… I’ll be direct: we’re not able to hang out face-to-face nearly as much as we used to, so I get the feeling that there’s a subtle misalignment starting to show— in our behavior, and stuff like that.

Before, if it was just you who showed up on TV and stuff, it felt like I was looking in a mirror, but nowadays it pretty much only takes one glance for me to think “Ah, that’s Yuuta-kun”.

Yuuta: That's an improvement, right? You used to think that you and I were too alike, while I usually could tell us apart at any time?

Hinata: Huh? How cruel! So you think your big bro is some stranger!?

Yuuta: Strangers are a whole different thing, y’know.

...Oh? The ES accounting department works fast as ever, huh, we've already gotten paid for this live. Look, look—so much L$. ♪

Hinata: Mmm… Since L$ are nothing but data, it doesn’t really hit me that we’ve earned a lot, if that makes sense?

I really want more physical compensation to show for it~ Like, I wanna use a stack of bills to bless some poor kids with good fortune, or something~

Yuuta: Well, due to the image we give off, even if we did something like that, it’d look like a prank, wouldn't it.

I mean, we can't become little angels, nor can we completely become bad guys—we're stuck in the middle.

Hinata: So basically what you’re saying is that we can’t be like Ra*bits, and we can’t be like Crazy:B either. But well, that’s alright—- Because we’re 2wink. ♪

Yuuta: Just how many times have you said "Well, it's alright" today... I feel like I just have to suck it up while going with the flow... All the time, not just today.

Hinata: Mmm, but we’ve still got lots and lots of fans who are sticking with us to this day, so realistically speaking, we can’t really pull off a total image change at this point.

Yuuta: That's true, but... it's not that I want to have a complete fresh start in every possible way, I just want to add a little something else in there, you know?

I want something like a new expansion, or an essential unexplored context—

Hinata: Context, huh? Yuuta-kun, aren'tcha a little too hung up over what Rinne-senpai told you?

That guy’s the type who will spout lies without any meaning behind them, just like me, so if you really take every little thing he said to heart, I think you’re just gonna tire yourself out, yeah?

Yuuta: If you're this aware of it, Aniki, then better yourself and live more honestly and properly.

Hinata: Eh? But being an impish little devil who doesn’t make it clear how serious he is is the essence of my charm—

Huh?

Yuuta: ? What is it, Aniki? Looks like you’re looking at HoldHands too; is the pay not enough for you or something?

Hinata: Nah, our agency— or well, more like our Vice Prez— is pretty thorough with us.

He always deposits our payments to our separate bank accounts, just like he said he would.

Yuuta: Yeah. Having our payments go to the 2wink joint account was just too much pointless extra work, so we disabled it.

Not being the leader meant going through the hassle of getting your permission every time I needed to make a withdrawal.

Hinata: It was no hassle for me~ I was always happy to put in the effort for anything you need!

Yuuta: Don't you pat yourself on the back for making sooo many sacrifices for your little brother so selfishly. I'm not some doll who exists for the sake of soothing your heart, ‘kay?

Hinata: Mm, I get it, I get it. Just like you said, Yuuta-kun, everything’s all my fault.

Yuuta: (Ngh... I feel like lately, no matter what I say, Aniki keeps shutting down our conversation by immediately apologizing like this, and it's been getting worse. Though, he may not even be aware of it.)

(We end up not being able to have any significant discussions. We continue to walk on eggshells around each other while trying to keep things the way things are.)

(On the outside, we appear like we're getting along, and even at work we're rolling out consistent results, but—)

(It's like crossing a tightrope in pitch black darkness, I don't like it... I feel uneasy.)

Hinata: ...Yuuta-kun, everything okay? We did just finish a live, so are you tired? Aww jeez, you should follow your big bro’s example and do a little more training, yeah?

Yuuta: Aniki, we have the same physical condition.

(So maybe, this is a psychological issue.)

Nevermind that—if you were fine with the pay, then what was that "huh" for? If there's an issue, consult me too instead of shouldering it all by yourself, okay?

Hinata: Yeah yeah, I get that too ♪

Ya see, the thing is, I got a call from Vice Prez Saegusa for some reason. It’s like, speak of the devil and stuff!

Yuuta: From the Vice Prez? Wonder why, maybe we messed something up in today’s live?

Hinata: Being called out doesn’t always equal a scolding, yeah? Although, it did mean that back when Yumenosaki was the center of everything.

Yuuta: Yeah, whenever you were up to no good, they’d mix it up with me for some reason, and I’d end up being the one to write the reflection essays.

Though nowadays, we're seen as everyone's favorite honor students, so those sorts of things happen considerably less now.

Hinata: Mhm. And that’s why, since our way of life now is how it’s meant to be, that means that it’s the “correct answer”, yeah? Though it doesn’t really seem like something you can stomach—

Well, moving on! Vice Prez is always looking out for us; there’s no way I can ignore his call. I’m just gonna go and pop in there really quick and hear what he has to say.

Yuuta: Ah, then I'll go with you too. I'm concerned you'll end up making weird selfish decisions if I'm left out again.

Hinata: Seems like that’s all you ever say these days, Yuuta-kun… You’re like some nagging girlfriend…

You don’t have to fret so much~ You’re always gonna be my everything, you know. ♪

Yuuta: Well, I’d also like to be able to step up. I don't want to just rely on being piggybacked around by you and other people for the rest of my life.

Although to everyone else I may just be a little brother character, I'm still Hinata-kun's older brother.

Well, it won't be easy returning the debt of over a decade's worth of comfort as a "little brother"...

But still, I want to steadily repay that debt back, and truly become even with you.

Hinata: I wanted to give you all this love free of charge, but now it’s like you’re throwing it right back in my face with an “I don’t need it,” which is giving me mixed feelings… But well, just suit yourself.

If that’s what your “correct answer” is, then it doesn’t really matter whether or not it’s mine too.

Yuuta: …?

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living-in-the-state-of-dreaming · 3 years

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Yandere! Minos Griffon: Head-cannons.

I’ve been wanting to do head-cannon’s for Minos for quite a while now, but the problem was I didn’t want to rush it and just spew out a bunch of head-cannons; because I didn’t think they’d be that great if I did that; but I watched the episode’s he was in again and with them in mind, I decided to write these.

I hope you all enjoy these because I really love this series, The Lost Canvas specifically and I deeply believe that the characters in the anime, like Minos and, most especially, Alone, are not given enough attention. Plus I thought this would be a cool way for me to get back into writing since I haven’t written anything on here for a while. ^~^

Anyway, Please enjoy. ^~^

Warning: Due to the mentions of possibly adult subjects and dark and possibly triggering theme’s, this post is ONLY for those over the age of 18 only and not easily triggered. Minors please do not interact or read. Thank you.

“ Entertain me won’t you? My beautiful puppet. “

As a judge of hell, Minos, the most sadistic and cruel of the three judges is one who delights in chaos simply because it brings entertainment for him--something that he has found increasingly difficult to find among his long life and otherwise boring duties as a Judge Of Hell-- but none more so than seeing someone or a multiple someone’s dance on the end of his cosmic strings to escape, no matter how futile that attempt may be. This only makes it all the more unfortunate for you when you happen to catch his attention, but it’s also something that at first inwardly shocks him when he finds himself interested and intrigued by a human, much less one without a cosmo.

Upon noticing this Minos will find it little more than laughable and you a passing interest who happened to catch his eye by chance when you, instead of cowering and begging for your life like the other humans, when your home was destroyed, instead stood up against him with defiance and resolve burning in your hues, how your lips curled up into a defiant snarl while you glared up at him with little intimidation and fear, regardless of how you knew he could easily kill you if he wished, despite your friends and family avidly advising you against it, something that was quickly met by anger by his men, who, outraged by your insulant tongue, quickly began moving towards you with the intent of silencing you.

As much as he knows he should’ve simply allowed his men to kill you, he doesn’t and instead, with command clear and obvious in his voice, speaks against it, all while his gaze remains on you, his expression tinged with intrigue. Not giving any response to the confusion and surprise this causes in his men, Minos, silver eyes never leaving your face, approaches you, stopping only when he is standing directly in front of you. Primitively doing this as a test of sorts to see whether or not your courage and bravado would wither away once he stood before you, his intrigue only grows when it doesn’t, causing his eyes to narrow in amusement. Reaching out a hand of his, he takes a firm hold of your jaw amidst his cool, surplus clad hand and once he does, it’s only then that he sees the smallest hint of fear, by way he could feel your pulse quicken regardless of how that glare of defiance did not leave your eyes.

It’s then, while looking into your eyes and watching for any change of emotion, and listening to any change of pattern in your heart, like a griffon observing it’s next meal, that he comes to a decision: He won’t kill you. No. Destroying you would be too much of a waste, it would be too boring, instead, he’ll toy with you, play with you and see just how long it can take him to get fear to shine in those eyes of yours; until you're begging him for death. While he continues to hold your jaw in his grip, his lips curl into an anticipated smirk and before you can ask what he finds so amusing, his invisible strings are already wrapping themselves around your body, leaving you stunned for a long moment, due to knowing what that meant before your eyes shift back to that glare. The smirk remains, cruel and sadistic before his gaze returns to the people who had survived the onslaught he and his men had done, causing the town to be near rubble and when his gaze lands on one of your family members in particular, before glancing back at you, despite your best attempts to hide it, fear, more so for them, comes to you quickly, causing you to throw curses at him demanding he leaves them alone, to which he responds, the smirk still not leaving his expression and instead only growing as sadistic amusement dances on his tongue.

“ Whether I allow them to live or not is entirely up to you. Come with me like a good little doll, unless you want to watch as I break your friends and family right in front of you. “

It’s an amusement that only seems to be elongated upon noticing the way you deflate inside at hearing your family and friends beg the judge not to take you, including the ones who had shown courage and glares along with you but it’s a decision that you’ve already made, to keep them alive, despite how much you loathe the very idea.

So beings your new ‘life’ although it is hardly what one would call life, stripped of your friends, your loved ones and your freedom, although Minos keeps you well-fed to keep his doll from death, the room that you are kept in at first is more so a dungeon than an actual room. Ensuring the comfort of a human is very low on the griffon's priorities after all and for a long while your sleeping arrangements will involve you sleeping on the cold floor with only your body heat to keep you warm at night. The most freedom you have is going to the toilet and bathing in the bathroom connected to your cell-like room and eating when he delivers you your food; anything else is off-limits to you to ensure no chance of escaping; and if you do try and escape, his punishments are cruel. One's which involve denying you clothes, or food until you beg him on your knees. Why he does this is simple, or at least, in his mind, as it’s to ensure you learn and accept your place as his doll and he, your master, one who gives you what you need to survive and can deprive you of them if you do not behave, it is all very dehumanizing, but a strategy that Minos believes essential, for his dear little puppet to learn proper obedience and it’s a method that slowly but surely works as, despite how much you tried to escape, defy and go against his wishes, the denial of basic human necessities atop of everything else quickly begins to eat away at your senses.

If he believes it necessary, Minos will not hesitate to break one or several of your bones with his Cosmic Marination, mostly to prove to you how powerless you are against him, or to escape him, before having those same bones mended and healed while you are unconscious, most likely due to having passed out due to the agonizing pain of the several broken bones. For a long while, Minos will purposely play and toy with you, giving you small tidbits of hope at escape, only to destroy them and then punish you for being foolish enough to believe such a thing. That this punishment is your fault.

Yet despite how he enjoys knowing that he’s slowly breaking you down, a large part of Minos does not want to take that part of you away and have you become entirely submissive, at least, not entirely. Your courage and the will that burned in your eyes was what initially lured him to you, despite how he would never admit it, due to him being a rather prideful and arrogant man, like a certain god of death. To anyone who asks, be it his fellow judges, specters, or other gods, Minos will only shrug it off, referring to you as a means to keep him entertained, but he will never admit that his interest in you steams far beyond that of simple amusement, at least, now it does. His pride keeps him from admitting such a thing, but overtime you, his dear doll, have grown on him, very much in fact. Those moments where he will allow his fingertips to brush over your soft skin when he’ll thread his fingers through your soft, long hair; all while you're forced to sit atop his lap due to his strings; are moments that he has come to crave like the chaos that comes with every holy war. But that will be subject to change as his obsession with you, one that he will be in denial of for a large amount of time until the moment he finally accepts it, grows more and more.

The strings will remain bound to you, but instead of you being kept in that cell-like room, you will now be kept in his private chambers, and due to how your rebellious nature and defiance has dwindled you’ll be given more freedom while you are inside of his room, but even then the threat that if you try to escape, he will hunt down and decimate your family as easily as he did your town, hangs over your head. You have no problems believing that to be true, especially with how keen he now seems to keep you by his side, often taking you to meetings he has with other judges solely to show you off. The means are cruel and sadistic, but it is one that, just like his initial treatment of you when he first brought you to the underworld, feeds into his sadistic side while also asserting his dominance once again, making it clear to you as to who the one in control is, despite his….Ill-advised but growing infatuation with you.

How he will show you off will defer in two ways depending on whether or not you misbehave or behave. One is dressing you nicely, something that he can easily do given his authority and position as a Judge Of Hell, one of his arms being around your waist as he sits there with a satisfied and smug smirk, mentioning just how lovely you look, to both you and the other judges and the other is a far more inhuman way. Despite how he may find your stubbornness and defiance cute, Minos’s patience is not immune to coming to a grinding halt if he believes punishment is order and he will strip you of all your clothes, put a collar around your neck, and have you sit on his lap as punishment, the only thing that makes it less horrible is the fact that he sits you in a way no one can see the flower between your legs, only to whisper in your ear as you bury your face into his neck from shame and embarrassment, while his fingers thread through your hair. It is a means that quickly puts an end to any misbehavior; as you know, he can get quite creative with how he uses those strings of his.

This way of showing you off is one that is only given more cause by the irritating and annoyance he will feel; if he believes that you are acting ungrateful, especially with how kind he is now, or trying to, be to you. Letting you sleep not only in his room but also in his bed while ensuring your comfort while seeing to your needs and going out of his way to ensure that you had something to eat, instead of giving you food from the underworld. Things he would never even consider doing had you just been another human. During these kinds of displays, although you only see them as what they are, a type of punishment, your only relief is how he has yet to act on the desire you see whenever he looks at you in such a vulnerable and submissive state. Although you wonder how long it will be until that happens, despite how Minos has said, time and time again, that he’ll wait until you come to him.

If any of the specters that he commands show an interest in you, he will not be happy, but will simply give off a remark saying that it would be best if they’re interests lay elsewhere, but if that specter persists Minos has no problems putting that fool in his place. If the fool still does not get it and tries to so much as touch you, Minos’s strings will wrap around that specter's neck and snap it in half faster than you can say hell. You are his doll after all and the judge of hell does not take lightly to anyone, specter or human, trying to take what he now believes is his.

“ You’re always so lovely when you dance for me. “

#Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas #Jude Of Hell: Minos Griffon #Minos Griffon #Yandere!Minos Griffon #Yandere!Minos Griffon x reader

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scruffyssketchbook · 3 years

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I've been really inactive lately, so I'll try to get this posted.

I noticed something that might classify as a plot hole. The PC system add-on that allows pokemon to get injured.

For starters, we never get an explanation for why this add-on was added in the first place. Supposedly, Vay was loopy from his "karp krakers", and put the add-on into the PC without thinking.

Also, we never get an explanation as to how this add-on works. Or, more accurately, how the PC works. Does the PC normally prevent the eevees from feeling pain and being injured at all? For example, even if Blizz tried his hardest, punching someone would be like punching a brick wall for an average person. Or, does the PC simply heal any major injuries the eevees take on? Or is it somewhere in between?

I know that, from the perspective that this is a comic that needs drama, having the add-on allows characters to hurt each other. (See Jed and Shane.) But, from an in comic perspective, this makes no sense.

Secondly, even if we did have a good explanation for how the add-on came to be, why didn't the trainer just get rid of it. And I don't want the explanation that she's stupid. She is 16, she knows how to work a computer. Even if she didn't, she could force Vay to do it, or get Bede (The person who runs the PC system in Sinho) to do it. I also don't want the explanation that she is negligent. She is, but she took the time to look into it after Harmony got hurt. I doubt she would just turn around and do nothing after learning about the add-on.

I may be missing context here, as there is one comic page that I can't access, the page 100 variation on patreon. Maybe there's an explanation in there, but I wouldn't know.

Thirdly, even if we ignore the trainer, what about Dusk? We already know that he has tried to get Blizz to work with him in stopping Icedrop and Greenpaw from fighting. Not to beat around the bush, Greenpaw does bully Icedrop, they just do it in a more covert, mental, and emotional way than Icedrop bullies Greenpaw.

However, Blizz refuses to help, partially because both Dusk and Blizz are petty. If Dusk genuinely wants to stop Icedrop, why not just get rid of the add-on? We know Dusk can manipulate electronics, so why not just delete the add-on, either from within the PC, or sneakily from outside it? Furthermore, Dusk is not stupid. He knows that Vay added the add-on, or at least could figure that out. He and Vay are also in good relations, so why doesn't he, or hasn't he, asked Vay to get rid of the add-on?

The explanation of "Dusk is just a jerk" does not work. Dusk can be a jerk, but everything he does he does for a reason. Most of him being a jerk comes from him being egotistical, narcissistic, and thinking he knows what's best for everyone even when he doesn't.

The only explanation that works is that he doesn't get rid of the add-on due to the fact it would put Daisy and the other hospital vees out of a job.

Last, but certainly not least, is the fact that pokemon other than eevee exist in the trainer's PC. We even get to see one of the other boxes. My point here is that the other pokemon would notice something wrong eventually. Best case senario, they notice due to realizing they can feel pain. Worst, they notice due to a major injury not being healed by the PC.

Those pokemon would want to know what happened. Amusing they either are told the truth or find out on their own, why wouldn't they ask Vay to take off the add-on. If Dusk (since he is the only one I can think of who would try to spin a story) told them a lie, then would every pokemon in the entire PC believe him. Charm and smooth words can only go so far.

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I have two extra questions I thought up while writing this.

Bonus question 1: How did the trainer know that Harmony was injured? Did vay tell her? She check the pokemon's health in the PC often (both stat, and convential health)?

Bonus 2: If we know pokemon can learn to read and write, then why have none of the pokemon other than Vay tried to communicate with their trainer. What is the point of using Vay as a translator, when the pokemon could just write to the trianer? Do they just want to hide how much they know?

On top of that, if pokemon can learn to use computers, what's stooping them from just using text to speech, completely circumventing Vay all together.

bonus 3: Do the pokemon age in the PC? We know Eve is around two years old, so is she physically still a newborn, or has she physically grown?

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Summary/tl;dr

q1: What are the specifics of how the damage allowing add-on was put into the PC?

q2: How does this add-on, and the PC system's healing ability, work?

q3: Why didn't their trainer take the add-on off the PC?

q4: Why didn't Dusk take the add-on off the PC?

q5: Why didn't any of the other pokemon in the PC take off the add-on?

bq1: How did the trainer know that Harmony was injured?

bq2: Why don't we ever see pokemon that know how to write communicate with the trainer?

bq3: Do the pokemon physically age in the PC?

Author chan: Over here asking the important questions! Alright! I can explain!

The mod basically prevents pokemon from healing without outside means like things that can heal a pokemon, Potions, full heals, antidotes, etc etc. This is why it's called the Damage keeper mod.

Normally in the PC, pokemon can feel pain, but they will quickly heal overtime, but with the mod, it just stops this function all together. Usually in the world, it's used with the "No heal on Entrance" mod for trainers who participate in Nuzlocke challenges.

Vay inputted the Damage keeper mod into the PC for one reason, and one reason only. No, he wasn't loopy, He knew what he was doing, and added it on purpose. It was a pretty selfish decision all in all, but I can't say the reason why. It's vaguely hinted to tho. Yes! It makes no sense to have a mod like that inputted in universe. Literally no other character would ever put in this mod into the if given the chance! But, Vay put it in for a specific purpose. Said purpose was actually shown in "Battle scars". Now. Why would Vay do this? Why would he input a mod that makes all pokemon to keep the damage they receive in the box?

Well. He simply only thinks of himself. He didn't think or care about the effect the mod would have on the other pokemon in the PC, just how he could use it to do what he wanted to do. And yes. Vay is a jerk. He's my least favorite main for a reason, you know.

Next up!

As said in comic 200c, Mods are very hard to take off. Why? Well. We are dealing with actual creatures. One wrong move and hundreds of them will get corrupted and essentially die. This isn't like Minecraft, despite me comparing the PC to a minecraft server for explaining how it works to others. Since this mod affects the pokemon directly, its harder to remove because it’s just a big risk for the pokemon. This is also why Dusk cant just remove it. It is too big of a risk to all the pokemon in the PC, which there are over 1000 of at this point. Healing items and free hospitals are a temporary fix.

Also! Blizz does try to help with the bullying, as seen with comic #302, where he states "It's a misunderstanding" followed by text covered by Bolt talking/ignoring him saying "I saw a greenpaw eevee being bullied by Mike and Tike and-" Which, we see on page #298 Tike was the eevee he was punishing.

Lastly! Why don't the other pokemon notice. Well, The few who have been in a PC before do, but most of the pokemon were wild pokemon before they appeared in the PC, so they don’t know how a normal PC feels like. And ofc, how would a pokemon know who to ask about why the PC works the way it does? Mods are common in the world, cause trainers like to give PC pokemon things to do while rotting away. This is actually going to be talked about with Eevui, the new Eevee the trainer obtained via wondertrading. He was in a normal PC before he was traded, so he'd notice the difference, and will comment on it. Funny thing, I have a comic about him trying to describe the PC to pokemon who never been in one before before he goes in the trainer's pc, and it looks completely different from OUR PC box.

Bonus Questions!!

Harmony was brought out of the PC, to the pokemon center, and a nurse Joy informed her that her pokemon was badly injured.

Bro, you so right. I realized this last year and was like "omg" until I remembered that- Pokemon language is different from human language. Ofc, there are pokemon who can read human language in the world, but pokemon and human stuff are different. And in the PC, things are translated into pokemon if not already in pokemon. This does mean pokemon can write to the trainer and it can get translated, but Vay is just an easier method of translation, especially for pokemon who have a harder time reading, writing, and typing (also there are different pokemon languages as well so oof) then like. Not every pokemon knows how to read and write. It’s a privlage usually given only to few captive pokemon. Wild pokemon learning how to read/write in their own language is VERY RARE, especially due to the lack of materials. And the only civilized boxes in the PC are box 1, 2, and 3, so only pokemon living in those boxes have a reason to learn how to read, and resources to learn.

Pokemon are born the height that they stay at all their life, unless they evolve. (Or are Nego. The little weirdo) This is to mimic how it is in pokemon games. So, no. Pokemon don't physically grow. They DO mentally age however. Pokemon tend to age mentally at different rates, so for example, a newborn who is immediately thrusted into situations not meant for a baby (ie, breeding, battling, contests) will mentally age faster than someone (like Eve) Who has stayed in the PC all their life. Nego and Eve are about the same age (Nego being 6 months older) Yet, Nego acts like an infant while Eve does not. This is because Nego ages physically and mentally like a human, while Eve ages quicker mentally, like pokemon do. This also tends to mean that when a pokemon is born doesn't matter much, as they can mentally be ahead or behind.

I hope these answered your questions!! I like talking about SSEC world building! (Its just that I never have the chance to talk about it in detail QuQ)

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cutiepisenpai · 3 years

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You have a baby? 100 Follower Special

Spencer Reid X F!Reader

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, references a Scandal episode.

A/N: Sorry that it kinds involves politics I already had this drafted.

Spencer had just arrived home from a case. Walking into his home he is met with the nanny catching up on the happenings of the day. After he thanks her she heads out. He is completely exhausted but happy to be home. Once up the stairs he opens a door slowly and quietly before walking in. Inside is his one year old daughter sound asleep in her crib. Because of the nature of the cases with the BAU he is gone so often he doesn't see her as much as he would like. But he cherishes the time he does get with her. Oh so gently reaching in to rub a hand on her back. His wife is on her way to a gala for the President's birthday, a requirement because of her job at the White House. He had never attended one of these events with her, with the nature of their jobs they thought it best to keep their relationship as quiet as possible. Picking up the baby monitor looking back to check on her once more before leaving the room he heads to his own room to shower the case away before relaxing until his wife arrives home. That relaxing time never comes though his shower is interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone. Stepping out and quickly drying off before he answers. "Hey, Reid I know you just got home from a case but something bad just happened and we need everyone back as soon as possible." He hears Hotch say on the phone. As dead exhausted as he is, that isn't the problem going back into work, the nanny is gone for the night, his wife is attending a work event, and the team doesn't know that he is married or even has a daughter. "Um Hotch I really can't come back…" Reid begins before he is cut off, "Reid, we can't afford to be missing anyone on this, the case is local and I'll be there to pick you up in ten minutes." Hotch hangs up before Reid has a chance to explain further. "Shit" he mutters to himself. Now he has to figure out what to do. He decides the best option is to call Y/N and hope that you can leave the event early. He calls and the phone rings repeatedly before going to voice-mail. He tries again and receives the same response. She must be busy although it is a party she basically is working through it. Without another option he gets dressed before quietly going into the baby's room. Finding the diaper bag mostly packed he puts some extra diapers in before delicately swaddling his daughter and picking her up and carrying her downstairs. Now downstairs he realizes that he will need to get the car seat from his car to take with him. Hotch calls, "I'm outside." "Okay I.. I um need some help." When Hotch comes up he sees Reid with his satchel, a diaper and baby all in hand with the car seat on the ground next to him. "What is all of this? Are you babysitting?" "No not really. It's complicated can't I just explain in the car?" "We can't just take a baby with us on a case." Hotch argues. "I know, I know but I don't have another option." Finally relenting, Hotch grabs the car seat heading for the SUV with Reid following. After strapping in the car seat and everyone getting settled in the car. In the car with Reid and Hotch is Garcia. "Oh a baby, who's baby is that?" "Mine." "Yours? What do you mean yours? Are you even dating someone? How do you have a kid?" Garcia asks appalled. Taking a deep breath before answering, "I'm actually married. And I don't think I need to explain the reproduction process." All while this is going on Reid has continued to try and get ahold of Y/N still receiving no response. "What is the case Hotch?" Reid asks before Garcia can continue her interrogation. "The was a shooting in the capital at the Stanworth Hotel where the President's Birthday Gala was being held. We are heading to the White House." That was the worst news Reid could have got and since Y/N wasn't answering her phone his mind turned for the worst. "How many people were hit?" "The reports so far say the President, two secret service members and a senior advisor were shot." "Do you know which senior advisor?" Reid asks, becoming more concerned. "No we don't have any names." Reid's leg jostled, he wrings his hands and clenches his jaw.

Upon arrival at the white house they are met by secret service and led to an office. Once inside the questions arise again. "Who's the kid?" Asks Morgan. With a deep sigh, "This is my daughter and shouldn't we be focusing on the case". Before they have a chance to argue Hotch fixes them with a stern look. An aide informs them they may work out of this office, the advisor who works out of it is rarely in their own office but will be able to assist them if needed. Before they could leave Reid stops them, "Excuse me, um do you know where I can find Y/F/N Reid's office?" "Oh, this is her office. She is with the Chief of Staff in the oval right now she should be here in just a bit to debrief you." With that news Reid lets out a deep breath as his shoulders fall. He lays the baby down on the couch before rounding her desk and seeing a photo of himself holding their baby. Smiling to himself before Hotch clears his throat to grab his attention. They begin discussing the events that occurred when they see a woman in a navy dress approaching, when she enters her she looks at the team before focusing on Reid. "What are you doing here?" Not answering her question he walks over to wrap her in a tight hug. "I'm glad you're okay." "Me too hunny" She says, returning his hug. "Where is the baby?" "Right there" he says gesturing to the sleeping baby on the couch. Pulling apart they go to address the rest of the team. "Hello I am Y/N Communications Director for the White House." She introduces herself. The team goes around and introduces themselves, "So how long have you and boy wonder been married?" Garcia asks. Before Y/N could answer Hotch tells the team they need to focus on the case. "I actually need to go get ready to address the press corps. If there is anything you need you can just page an aid and they will assist you." She says, before giving Spencer's arm a squeeze and leaving the room.

The next few days are filled with chaos Spencer had never thought he could be writing so closely to his wife and still only see her in passing. They only went home to shower, change, and check on their nanny who thankfully was ok with his much overtime she was putting in. The team with a tip find the man responsible but can't get a confession out of him and the Department of Defense takes over with the case. Spencer is finally able to return home to his baby all missing his wife. He sits in a rocking chair in her room reading her a story as she sits and giggles not showing any sign of sleeping soon. "Please just go to sleep." He pleads to the baby in his arms and she just giggles and tugs at the ends of his hair. "Oh if that's not the most adorable sight." He hears from the doorway and he looks up and sees his wife looking at him adoring. "I thought you would be stuck there all day." 'Well that's the good news and the not so good news." Spencer raises his eyebrows questioningly. "The president is going to pull through. And I have snapped at so many people from pure exhaustion that I was told to take a few days to rest." "They sent you home?" "Yes and now I can cuddle with my two favorite people." "Well that's good because someone didn't want to nap." He says standing and walking over to her. They share a quick kiss before he hands their daughter to her. "So how long until your team shows up at our front door asking questions." "They agreed on a week and Garcia may be outside as far as I know." "Was it fun explaining everything to them?" "No but I'm glad they know now."

After finally getting their baby to nap. Y/N and Spencer lay in the bed and cuddle, "I've missed this." Y/N murmurs snuggling closer into Spencer's warmth. "I've missed this too." He says kissing the top of her head.

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thespianbooks · 4 years

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A Court of Nightmares and Starlight //Chapter 6//

(Chapter one) (Chapter two) (Chapter three) (Chapter four) (Chapter five) (Chapter six) (Chapter seven) (Chapter eight) (Chapter nine) (Chapter ten)

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“Are you absolutely sure it's a boy?” Rhys asked me as we lay entangled in bed, his ear pressed against my bare stomach and his hand splayed just below my navel.

I giggled as I ran my fingers through his raven locks. In the week since I announced my pregnancy, he asked me different versions of the same question. His hands also seemed to have become permanently glued to my stomach; along with his ears and lips. Every chance he had, Rhys would try and get as close to the baby as possible—which I welcomed, absolutely content with how devoted he was. The morning after Starfall, Rhys insisted we visit Madja’s clinic in Velaris—determined to learn anything and everything there was to know about pregnancy and what it would entail for me. The healer happily obliged, and informed us both of what the next eight and a half months would look like. Not only was a high fae pregnancy longer than a human’s, but as with other fae ailments, any symptoms and risks I faced might be amplified.

There were the normal symptoms I was already accustomed to: nausea, vomiting, fatigue, and others I would soon face: backaches, swelling in my hands, face, and feet, and occasional headaches. Hearing about those symptoms didn’t cause any alarm, they were common and unfortunately came hand-in-hand with creating a new life. Madja also said that every female experienced her pregnancy differently; some had severe complications and had to be on strict bed rest, while others hardly experienced anything other than a few minor discomforts. I hoped for the latter of the two.

It was hearing about the risks, which included a small chance of bleeding that could lead to a miscarriage while we were still in an early phase, that made me nervous and caused Rhys to enter in a full-blown defensive mode. Any prior protective behavior he was experiencing before now intensified with his innate need to safeguard me and the baby. Madja assured us that this behavior was expected and normal between mates; with females in such a vulnerable condition, a male’s instinct was always to protect his mate and their offspring. To his credit, Rhys offered a sheepish grin along with an apology in advance. Having already witnessed what he was like after we were freshly mated, and how he managed to reign himself in, I knew most of it was beyond his control.

However, I welcomed some of his coddling after my unpleasant symptoms returned a day after our visit with Madja, and fluctuated throughout the week. The extreme fatigue seemed to be a permanent state I would stay in for the duration of my pregnancy, but I pleaded to the Mother that my nausea spells would soon cease. It was torture being unable to leave my room for periods of time throughout the day. Unfortunately, there was no predicting when the queasiness would hit, so for the time being I would have to bear with it and hope none of the others would notice and wonder why my seemingly mysterious illness still remained.

Rhys and I decided to hold off on revealing the news to our friends and my sisters until we were out of the realm of possibility for a miscarriage. Madja reassured me that the chances were slim and divulged that although it was difficult for high fae to conceive, it was also difficult to lose a pregnancy. In spite of my relief, I didn’t want to take any chances and asked the healer for all recommendations on how to stay as healthy as possible.

So, along with the prenatal herbal teas she initially prescribed, she also ordered that I immediately put a halt to my morning training sessions with Cassian—which Rhys whole-heartedly agreed with, much to my chagrin. As much as I enjoyed being active, however, I knew fainting after only a couple of minutes of basic punching forms was a sign that I should be taking it easier. My body was now working overtime to provide not only for myself, but for a baby that was growing more and more by the day. Instead, Madja suggested I take more time to rest and relax, to allow myself more free time for leisure activities like my painting. Knowing my concerns, and guilt, over becoming stagnant, Rhys promised my duties as High Lady wouldn’t be affected—which left me relieved.

However, as much as my mate knew how capable I was of tending to my regular duties as High Lady, I couldn’t help but be amused at how much he insisted on spoiling me. He now reserved the right to tend to my every want and need; whether I was weary or not, Rhys began to wait on my hand and foot under the guise that since I was carrying his child, he would carry everything else. I appreciated it most whenever I was feeling particularly nauseated or drained, but I drew the line whenever he tried to spoon feed me my meals—I still maintained my irritation for it, no matter how much of a mother hen he was going to be for the duration of my pregnancy. I also valued it on morning’s like today when I had awoken with little to no desire to leave the comforts of our bed—whether it was from my overwhelming fatigue or not.

“Yes, the Bone Carver appeared to me as our firstborn. A miniature version of you,” I answered with a sigh of mock exasperation.

“And you’re sure this mini-me didn’t happen to actually have long hair or maybe more feminine features? It is dark in the prison, afterall, maybe you missed a couple of details,” he tried to reason, raising his head to look at me.

“I showed you what he looked like,” I laughed.

“Ah yes, but I saw through your eyes Feyre darling. So to clarify the vision, I have to rely on the original source. In this case, that’s you,” he said, his grin positively feline.

I grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it as I laughed, “Smartass.”

His grin remained as he braced himself against my stomach playfully, “Careful darling, you’ll hurt the baby,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes and hit him again as he laughed, “It’s a boy. Maybe the next one will be a girl.”

“Next one?” He asked, his violet eyes lit up as they met mine with raised and amused brows.

“We’ll see. Let’s focus on our son first,” I said.

His chuckle reverberated through me as he pressed his ear to my still-flat stomach. Despite no growth progress being made on my pregnant belly, he was obsessed.

“I want him to know I’m here,” Rhys answered before I could ask; double checking to make sure that my mental shields were intact.

“He knows,” I said as I continued to brush my fingers through his hair. “He was calling out to you for weeks before either of us realized he was there.”

During our visit, I had Madja explain the mystery behind the faint glimmer that fluttered between us. The ancient inkling that existed between mates as a confirmation that they had successfully procreated. Rhys was in awe of the information, and hoped the glimmer would remain throughout the months. So far, my little glimmering baby was silent—perhaps reveling in finally being noticed.

“Still, it’s never too early to bond with my son,” he said with a grin as he pressed a chaste kiss to my stomach before subsequently moving from his spot and hovering above me. “Are you feeling well enough to have breakfast with everyone, or shall I bring you breakfast in bed?”

I sighed as I held his arms, lightly tracing the pattern of his tattoos as I debated, “I could honestly sleep for another couple of hours. You should go, let everyone know I’m okay,” I answered.

“I’m beginning to run out of excuses to explain why their High Lady has been so inclined to not leave her room.”

I hesitated, realizing how hard it actually was to keep up the deceit. A part of me knew Mor was suspicious of something already, having guessed Cauldron-knew-what on Starfall. The others I couldn’t even begin to guess what assumptions they made.

“Should we just tell them?” I asked. “I know we wanted to wait a little while longer, but it just doesn’t feel right to keep giving excuse after excuse.”

Rhys nodded in agreement, “I’m pretty sure Cassian and Azriel know something, but they have too much respect for your privacy to pry it out of me.”

I laughed and sighed tiredly, “Do you think they’ll be excited?” I asked.

He smirked, “Well I don’t think they’ll be disappointed.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away before sitting up as he chuckled. He caught my wrist carefully before I could get up from the bed, “I think they’ll be more than happy to hear there will soon be a new member of our Inner Circle,” he said.

I smiled, “He’s going to be spoiled, isn’t he?”

“Rotten, my love.” He replied as I laughed.

I didn’t realize how nervous I would actually be until we sat down for breakfast. Our morning routine was proceeding as normal—everyone gathering in our grand dining hall, another room I was particularly proud of in the estate. I planned for it to be large enough to fit all of us comfortably, and took extra consideration for the Illyrian brothers and their mighty wings.

I took comfort in seeing everyone in their customary morning moods; Amren and Mor chattering over a new line of jewelry on display at their favorite shop at the Palace of Thread and Jewels, Elain displaying a book of pressed flowers she had been collecting to Azriel—who actually requested to see it the night before, and Nesta keeping a watchful eye on the pair while Cassian engaged her in some kind of boastful conversation. I was actually surprised to see how close they were sitting together without Nesta having a sneer on her face. I tried to remember the last time it was she even looked at him with a sneer at all.

Getting distracted, my love? Rhys asked down the bond.

I glanced at him and took a sip from my glass of orange juice. What, should I just blurt it out while they aren’t paying attention?

Why not?

I paused. Really?

If you don’t, then perhaps I will.

I blinked and opened my mouth to say it, but when the words refused to come out, Rhys grinned mischievously before simply turning in his seat and said, “Feyre darling is pregnant.”

Everyone’s eyes instantly turned to me and I blushed under their collective gaze. There was quiet for little more than two heartbeats before Mor and Elain’s high-pitched squeals met the air and the sounds of chairs scraping the floor filled the room as everyone moved. Mor was the first to reach me as she threw her arms around me in a warm embrace.

“Oh, I knew it, I knew it!” She cheered as she hugged me and my eyes burned as she pulled away, Elain wrapping me in her arms next.

“I can’t believe it, Feyre, you’re going to have a baby!” she exclaimed, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Azriel and Cassian congratulating Rhys with clasps on the shoulder.

I laughed aloud when Cassian wrapped an arm around his shoulder and wrestled him around, “I knew you had it in you Rhysie!” he exclaimed as Azriel nodded his approval.

Just as the shadowsinger turned his attention to me and took a step in my direction to congratulate me, Rhys was out of Cassian’s hold and in his path—blocking him from getting to me with a deadly snarl on his lips.

Cassian barked a laugh and slapped a hand on Rhys’s tense shoulder, “Is this a second version of that mating bond rearing its ugly head?” he taunted.

Before Rhys could turn that snarl towards Cassian, I touched his other shoulder gently in an attempt to calm his feral temper. Almost instantly, he relaxed as his gaze drifted to my stomach and shrugged Cassian’s hand away.

“Madja warned us that this might happen,” I said, “But I’d prefer you two not destroy this room.”

“We can always have it out in the training pit later, Rhysie.” Cassian goaded, cracking his knuckles with a wicked grin.

Rhys squared his shoulders as his hand came to rest on the small of my back, “I’m fine here.”

“A typical male guarding his offspring,” Amren said coolly, and I was grateful for the attempt to lighten the animosity that briefly began to brew. “Congratulations girl. It’s about time our group is graced by a youngling’s presence, it’ll be a welcome change around here.”

“How far along are you?” Nesta asked, and I was surprised to see her standing beside Cassian, not realizing she had made her way over during the hostile interaction with Rhys, instead of attempting to shield Elain.

“Almost three months now,” I answered, my hand coming to rest on my flat stomach. “I found out the day before Starfall.”

“Aha! I told you!” Mor cheered as she turned to Cassian and Azriel.

Cassian swore under his breath and Az dipped his head in acknowledgement, and I balked. “What’re you talking about?”

“We all made a bet on how long it would take for you guys to announce it. I gave it a week, Cass bet two, and Az bet you would be half-way along before you told us. Which means I won!” Mor sang excitedly.

“I lost the minute his darkness over here didn’t shout it from the rooftop after you told him,” Amren revealed nonchalantly, motioning to Rhys.

“Wait, you all knew?” I asked, bewildered.

“Are you kidding? I smelled it on you the minute we came back from the mountains,” Cassian admitted, “I’m surprised Rhys didn’t, with him being your mate and all.”

“To be fair, a part of me did know, but until Feyre was fully aware herself, I wasn’t going to raise any suspicion,” Rhys said nonchalantly, and I could feel his attempt to tame his preternatural instincts in order to avoid giving into Cassian’s baiting.

“So, this wasn’t really news then?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment.

“It was for me,” Elain interjected, grabbing my hands gently with a smile, “I had no idea, and I’m so happy Feyre.”

“I didn’t know either,” Nesta added, and I was astonished to see a formal look of support on her lovely face.

Elain embraced me again as my eyes burned. They were all happy for us, and as Amren mentioned earlier, a baby would soon be welcomed by everyone here. I tried not to let the tears fall as I imagined my son being held in each of their arms. I sniffed as I stepped back from Elain’s arms and blinked in surprise when I saw Amren, Mor, Azriel and Cassian standing together before me and bowed with their hands over their hearts—just as they had done years ago after Rhys and I were newly mated.

“Our vow of service and protection is extended to the child you carry; our future High Lord of the Night Court.” Mor explained before I could question them.

“Or the future High Lady,” Cassian said with a wink.

I glanced at Rhys as he slid his hand back onto the small of my back, and without the need to communicate through the bond we knew we would keep that revelation a secret.

“This is normally a tradition sworn to the High Lord, but seeing as you are our High Lady, and the one who is actually doing all the work, we pledge our vow to you and your child.” Amren continued.

My heart tightened and my face flushed as they all stood as one, their hands still on their hearts. I captured the image in my mind, imagining what colors of paint I would need later and the exact canvas I would use to commemorate this moment forever. Sworn protectors of the Night.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice still thick with the unshed tears.

Mor grinned and came up to envelop me in another hug, “Your emotions are going to be all over the place now! You don’t have to worry about holding back, we all understand,” she crooned and I laughed with a sob.

“I’ll admit, I’ve never really been around pregnant females outside of the ones in the Illyrian camps, but I’m willing to learn,” Cassian reassured.

“We all are,” Azriel added.

I sniffed and wiped at the few tears that escaped, “I guess we’re all experiencing this for the first time,” I said.

“I’ve at least held a baby before,” Mor said proudly.

“Before it burst into tears and reached back for its mother,” Rhys remarked with a smirk, earning a glare from the golden-haired beauty.

“Hey, I’ve held a baby before,” Cassian defended. “You forget, I’ve taught younglings how to fly. Sometimes that required holding them when they cried.”

“Your idea of holding a youngling included patting them on the back until they calmed and tossing them, sometimes in mid-air,” Azriel smoothly cut in.

“That happened once, and it was an accident!” Cassian barked.

“So, you dropped a baby in mid-air?” Mor asked.

Elain gasped in horror at the thought, causing Amren to burst out laughing and Nesta rolled her eyes as Cassian fumbled over his words to try and defend his actions. I squeezed Rhys’s hand as my heart swelled and his eyes met mine with an easy grin, his free hand coming to rest on my stomach—happy to finally be able to do so in front of everyone. I returned his grin when that familiar glimmer fluttered excitedly beneath his touch, our son happy and no doubt feeling right at home with his family.

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udunie · 3 years

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(anon submission)

Uhhh…so I really really liked BreedingProgram!nonnie’s ideas. Especially the part about modifying him to carry extra large exotic animals? And it inspired this horribly fucked-up thing, so I promptly had to share it with you (I know it is way too long, I will not feel bad at all if you delete without reading it all).

Basically: a vegetable growing contest, except instead of growing the largest vegetable, it’s a competition to grow the largest omega pregnancy.

The omegas are weighed and have their waists measured on their 16th birthdays. Then their pregnancy is measured on their 18th birthday, and the animal is weighed after it is born. Whoever submits the omega with the biggest pregnancy (vs. pre-pregnancy size) wins. Both the omega and the offspring must survive a live birth (cesareans are disqualifying), and the omega must be fully functional on the measuring day: able to produce at least a quart of milk and tight enough for the judges to achieve orgasm in all three holes (vagina, ass, and mouth). Other than that, the contestant may modify their omega and extend the pregnancy in any way they desire.

The skill comes both in conditioning and growing the omega properly, and getting the timing down. Since the pregnancy is measured against the starting size, growers get their omegas as small as possible in advance of the first judging day - to even have a shot, the omega can’t be larger than a 12 inch waist and 100lbs. It’s standard to remove or reduce all “unnecessary” ribs and internal organs (stomach, liver lobe, kidney, etc.) and feed the omega as little as possible while keeping it healthy enough to reproduce.

Peter was a hot up-in-coming grower, but his last entry went in to labor a week before her 18th birthday and he couldn’t stop her from giving birth, leading to a humiliating disqualification.

Stiles is his chance to redeem himself. In addition to the normal hormone treatments and removing all of the standard unnecessary ribs and internal organs, Peter removes over half of his lungs, so he has to be constantly attached to an oxygen tube (and he will lose some IQ points over time from the deprivation, but that’s not what he’s there for, is it?) and puts him on a starvation diet for two months in advance. It’s a risk that he will make it to the judging, but it works: even though Stiles is taller than average, he weighs in at 86 pounds with a 10 inch waist.

As soon as the omegas are weighed, most growers start modifying their omega’s pelvis so it can accommodate the birth (stretching the canal can be done after the pregnancy begins). Peter doesn’t mess around here - he follows standard procedure and removes the organic pelvis entirely, replacing it with a custom mechanical pelvis that can expand when required. This also allows him to remove the organic legs, and replace them with prosthetics that can be removed to allow easier access to Stiles’s holes. It’s traditional to model the prosthetics to match the species of the offspring.

Peter takes another risk here: Asian elephants are high risk, high reward. Because of the natural length of the pregnancy, if he wants to extend it further within the two year time frame, he needs to begin the pregnancy *immediately*, which cuts down on preparation time and means Stiles won’t have had time to recover from his starvation diet. But he knows his baby can do it.

Fortunately, Stiles catches on the first try and Peter can move on to the next step: reinforcing his spine. He has to keep it straight in his torso for support, but above that he can force it into a permanent curve that exposes Stiles’s long neck and thrusts his chest out. He never develops proper breasts because he is never able to develop any fat reserves, all of the nutrition he takes in going toward his pregnancy. But Peter is able to develop his nipples into proper long teats with the help of a milking machine he attaches to them every night.

Of course, Stiles develops beautifully, bigger than any omega Peter has grown before. It is clear he is favored to win months in advance, especially considering how small he was when he started. On the day of the judging, he is obscenely huge and passes with flying colors, and gives birth to a healthy baby elephant two weeks later, finally winning Peter the blue ribbon.

…of course, like almost all entries in an omega growing contest, Stiles is completely wrecked afterwards. His womb will never properly deflate and his vaginal canal muscles are too ruined to carry another pregnancy, so he is basically a filthy, empty sack. Peter ends up donating both both him and the elephant to the zoo. The zoo finds a good use for him though - since he is already on a permanent oxygen tube, they attach him to the wall of a giant octopus enclosure, where he quickly becomes a favorite habitat for the octopi to force themselves into. Peter helps the zoo rewire the controls for his pelvis to his orgasm, and the zoo uses him as a learning exhibit for children, showing them how the octopi are clever enough both to figure out how to make their “habitat” open and close, and to enjoy playing with their “toy,” forcing his screaming muscles to open and close as quickly as possible as they make him orgasm continuously.

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Udunie: Well, damn, that is a plot and a half! :D

I seriously love this concept with the growing and all that shit *_*

There are some things that don’t sit well with me (as in i can’t stretch my suspension of disbelief further lol, but your mileage may vary)

I think... If all you needed was to weight omegas, you would start with taking the limbs off, right? + all the organs you don’t really need, but I feel like that would be more of a volume thing than a weight one. Taking out the lung might not be that good in that regard, cause that’s also the baby’s oxygen source, and you need a healthy baby to win.

I love all the body mod/starvation aspects of this :D

Also, I know that vegetable growing contests are a bit bonkers (and i have no idea how they get the results they do lol), but an asian elephant would probably be a stretch? They are smaller than african elephants, but they are sill about 200+ pounds (~100kg) at birth, and unless you somehow change all of the tissues Stiles has into rubber, I don’t know how that would come out without a Cesarean :D

I just spent the last... hour googling pregnancy stuff. Largest human baby was about 22 pounds (10kg - born to two ppl with gigantism, who met at a circus!) Longest human pregnancy was a bit over a year - apparently cause the baby was developing very sloooowly.

Anyway, I think even with ~omega magic~ and modifications you wouldn’t be able to give birth vaginally to something larger than 30-ish pounds??? (then again, depending on support and circumstance, you might be able to carry a larger pregnancy to term? So if you were suspended in fluid or something, you might be able to carry two 20 pound babies?)

But that would still be a comparatively giant baby!!!

Also!!! just as a side! I would love it if there were different categories in the contest??? Like “largest baby” where the baby’s weight would be the factor “longest pregnancy” where owners would use different drugs to make the omegas carry into overtime and “largest litter” (with the condition that only babies over 2 pounds are taken into account) where owners would use all sorts of hyper-fertility treatments to get their omegas stuffed full of babies :D

And the crowning achievement of all - of course - would be to have an omega who won all three categories over the years???? (also!!! if this was an au where omegas have both an anal and a vaginal womb, the absolute highest achievement could be winning all categories with both wombs????)

Thanks for sending this in, nonnie! *hugs*

#prompt box #submission

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sovio-studio · 4 years

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To understand a ghost kid

[Maddie decides to interrogate Phantom in a final effort to discover his ghost obsession. The conversation ends up taking a more emotional turn than she expected]

~~~

"You won't be getting out anytime soon. That's a new anti ghost-power design."

Danny struggled in the luminous green net for a few seconds more before ultimately resigning with a sigh.

"I thought things were going well! You haven't tried to capture me for months."

His mother seemed surprised at his remark. She probably hadn't thought he'd paid much attention to their truce, thanks to her prejudices about ghosts not having emotions all together. However, she composed herself quickly as usual.

"A deal is a deal, I don't plan to harm you this time."

"This time?"

She ignored him. "I need to ask you some questions?"

"Then just ask me! No need for the stupid net." He retorted, pushing against the net once more.

"The net is a precaution. I can't have you running away before you can answer."

"Geez what kinda question is this?"

"It's about your origins. How you died to be more precise"

"Oh… oh! My er-" He settled uncomfortably onto the ground in a cross legged position, despite the net. This would be interesting. "Why do you need to know about that anyway?"

"We've recently been trying to make connections between ghosts, their obsessions, and their deaths. Majority we have solid hypotheses, and a couple we've even confirmed." Now that, Danny was curious about. They actually managed to track down who some of his enemies were before death?

"Go on." She seemed surprised but excited by his will to listen.

"Ghosts come from a range of eras which comes across in their mannerisms, and their passion at time of death is their obsession, which becomes more warped overtime. Whether it be passion as in love or their career, or as in revenge or desperate wants."

Maddie paused her pacing and glanced over to see if he was still listening. He was. She continued, now stood resolutely still.

"You are one of the very few anomalies we found"

"How so?"

He could guess.

"You have no indicators of how you died. Not only do you use modern speech and even slang, you wear a modern hazmat suit, that looks strikingly like ours at that."

That's cause it is.

"So I have two questions. When did you die, and what's your obsession?"

Danny wasn't sure if she was pausing for an answer or not. It was likely her way of testing his cooperativeness, but he had a question of his own.

"I appreciate your curiosity but this doesn't seem like the kind of thing you'd go through the trouble of trapping me for. Why do you really want to know this?"

Maddie walked closer to the net, her calm pace and lack of a weapon showing the gain of trust the two had gotten over the months, even if it wasn't perfect.

"That's pretty simple: I'm a scientist. I do research. And while I can't do physical tests on you as I originally wanted, I can at least do as much research as I can into how ghosts work without that. And your obsessions are extremely important to this." She leaned down towards him as he was still on the floor and pointed a finger upwards, like a teacher telling off a preschooler. Danny bit back an amused smirk. "You seem to break the clear rules that have worked just fine so far, so what I need to know is why."

"You didn't say anything about me breaking any rules."

Maddie stood back up straight and crossed her arms, Danny carefully stood up to join her as she talked.

"You've broken a few. The main being that you seem to have no obsession. My first assumption was that your heroics where just that. It would explain your desperate need to help people and likely meant your last moments involved saving someone, or wishing to be saved yourself."

That made Danny think. Had he wished someone could save him back during the accident? It was a pretty likely reaction considering how much that amount of energy had hurt, but he'd never considered it actually altering his perception or feelings.

"But," his mother's continuation snapped him back to the present, "I ruled that out. In most cases ghosts will stop at nothing to stick to their obsessions, including contradicting other aspects of themselves, or making unlikely alliances, excetera. But while I've observed carefully, every time I've encountered you over the last three weeks, you will often go on unusual tangents."

Tangents...?

~~~

Based on the look in the ghosts eyes he didn't know what she meant. He likely just hadn't recognised that his own behaviour was unusual. Not surprising, but she couldn't make any judgements until this mystery was resolved.

"In short, you aim to help people, but will go off elsewhere to finish a fight, or alternate between fights. You've also paused battles altogether to chat or tease your opponent. And how frequently you are late and disappear after or during fights or helping people. Whatever the reasons for that are, a ghost typically should follow their obsession no matter what, and at all times. In other words, you can get distracted which isn't right."

Not right for ghosts at least. It was definitely more of a human trait, but she left that out.

"So what's your next theory? Or do you have some explanation in mind for why I'm different?" Maddie looked intently back at Phantom to see an incredibly focused expression that was rare on the young spirit. He was strongly invested in this topic, but she couldn't tell why. Did he know something she didn't that had an impact on her theories?

"I had a couple other hypotheses for your obsession that fell through for basically the same reasons." She crouched down to unpin the net, carefully slinging it off of him. She was confident he wouldn't leave at this point. He watched it fall and smiled gratefully, but didn't try to move. "That's why I decided to ask you personally. Though I wasn't sure it'd be something you were willing to talk about."

"Why, because it supposedly involved my death?" He promotes. She hadn't expected him to be so blunt about it but,

"Yes, mostly. Do you actually have any memory of it? If you don't mind me asking?" Honestly that was the question she had wanted to start with. Phantom merely looked away in thought. Not as if he was avoiding it or recalling something, more like he was contemplating. Perhaps he was deciding how to explain.

"I… I remember having a family. And friends." He finally responded. She didn't fill the silence between his sentences hoping he'd add more detail. "I was just, erm, 14, and there was… an accident. It involved an explosion. Of sorts."

"An explosion?" That was awfully dramatic for just a child's death. He looked a little older than 14, but that part was sure believable.

"It was um, not a big one. A device in our home malfunctioned and I just happened to be around it at the time. It was a mistake." If it was an accident how could it also be a mistake? He was definitely leaving out some details but she couldn't bring herself to pry. This was clearly a touchy subject, for obvious reasons.

"So you do remember." He seemed to be startled back into reality and he looked back up at her, the energetic green glow she hadn't noticed had been gone until just now quickly coming back into his eyes.

"Yeah- sort of. It's a little fuzzy."

"Does anything about what you remember give us any clues to what your obsession is?" In other words, what he thought about right before death. That part of the question didn't need saying for him to seemingly pick up on it.

"I don't know exactly, no, sorry. I'm as curious as you are to be honest."

"What about? Your obsession or your death?"

"Both?" Phantom answered vaguely with a shrug.

Maddie had also secretly been digging for any strange circumstances around his death. If they couldn't find a plausible obsession, maybe they could find the reason he didn't have one instead. But his description sounded pretty normal. A household accident. An electrical glitch most likely. While it wasn't a common cause of death it wasn't as erratic as getting mauled while illegally hunting a rare species or burning your house down with you inside it over a guy. There was nothing to go off there, except…

Maybe she'd have to pry a little after all.

~~~

"You said it was a mistake?" Danny pouted at the tricky question.

He'd carefully spun his freak portal accident into a more believable and unrelated tale. She'd managed to catch his little slip up after he had dazed off into the memory, but at this point he'd stick to his half-truth story. He wasn't a very good liar after all.

"It was my fault really. I wanted to show my friends something cool but we shouldn't have been there at all. At least it wasn't either of them that got hurt because of me."

He could tell she was a little frustrated at how vague he was being, but any further would be too much. He stopped there.

"Maybe regret has something to do with it?" After a long moment of awkward silence Maddie eventually resigned back to her theories. "Regret that you went somewhere you shouldn't, or more likely, regret that you died young."

Danny was a little startled by her conclusion. She'd said that last couple words so clearly; she was sure of this.

~~~

Phantom's reaction only made her feel more strongly that this was the one. It actually explained so much. He acted like a teenager: he was up to date on what kids are into and how they talk, plus he acts just like a kid often. Getting distracted all the time actually complimented this obsession instead of contradicting it. His whole heroics act wasn't really that much of an act, because that was just his innocent moral compass, that he miraculously maintained in death thanks to desperately wanting to continue living out his teenage years like his friends could. It's why he seemed so human. He practically still was one because his obsession was to remain human or 'alive', and making the most of his second chance at existing. It wasn't an exact answer but it was too clear now to argue with.

Maddie turned to the ghostly teenager. She could see him in a slightly different light now that she knew his drive really wasn't secretly malicious after all. Not that she'd truly believed that recently anyway.

"You seem pretty human sometimes, Phantom" she commented, smiling.

Phantom looked up at her suddenly and his eyes widened a little. He stared at her for a long moment, seeming nervous. After a moment, he blinked and wiped the expression off his face, but his shoulders still looked tense.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think that has something to do with your obsession. It's the only good explanation for your more unexplainable behaviour ironically." Maddie admitted.

“Ah.” Phantom’s tension eased and he looked down at the floor. His eyes seemed tired... He didn't look relieved, more… disheartened? Had he been expecting something else? And had he wanted to hear that or not, as neither reaction had been positive. She resorted to asking a question she never thought she'd be asking a ghost. Let alone one she spent half a year trying to catch and examine.

~~~

"Are you okay?" Danny heard Maddie ask, her strongest motherly tone coming through clearly now. He didn't look up at her yet, afraid he'd see her concerned expression and just break character completely.

"I'm alright, thanks. It's just been a slightly different conversation than I expected."

"Alright. I suppose this topic is hard on you. I know you might not think you can trust me but I'm here to talk if you need it okay?"

Danny smiled. She'd said this to him a million times before. "I know mom. Thanks."

~~~

#danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #danny phantom fanfiction

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joon-ipersgirl · 3 years

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O5 - “airplane pt. 2″

genre: strangers to lovers!au, angst, fluff

pairing: jimin x reader (f)

summary: they say home is where the heart is. you’re convinced yours was taken the day your father died. until you meet jimin.

you believe in love but after watching men cycle through your mother’s arms, rocky relations with ex-boyfriends, and broken friendships, you no longer see it in your future. so much so, you never settle in one place long enough to call it home, choosing a job where you’re always on the go and on your own.

on a chance encounter on a flight from new york city to bali, indonesia, you meet. flustered by jimin’s flirty advances but understanding and good-natured tendencies, you start to fall. what starts off as a work-trip soon blossoms into a budding romance, but will jimin’s secret destroy the relationship before it’s had the chance to truly begin?

word count: 5.4k

warnings: cursing, mentions of anxiety, talks of heartbreak

a/n: i thought i should post this while i had the motivation lol. this has a lot of background for their past relationships with a lil twist so i hope you enjoy it. this is the last part i have completed so updates for this story might be a while but winter break is coming up so i should have more time. i just really want to do the next part justice you know? anywhoo. as always, thank you vi for reading this beforehand and pls leave any comments and thoughts in an ask. i’m curious to the reactions of jimin’s relationship history. enjoy everyone and think you for reading!

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There were no thoughts of Tiago when you woke up that morning. Your cheek was pressed against Jimin’s back as your arm was draped over his upper body and your leg slung over his lower back. His breathing was deep and even as he slept peacefully beside you. You realized you’d technically only taken a nap as no sunlight peeked under the curtain, only the artificial lights from the street signs gently illuminating the room.

The events of last night came rushing back to you and you pulled away from Jimin, surprised at just how bold you’d become.You’d truly felt comfortable enough to share a deep part of your life story with a man that you’d known for two days. A man that you had a crush on. A man that had almost kissed you in the middle of a dive bar in the middle of Hong Kong. Jimin was encroaching on dangerous territory.

A ping! came through on your phone which you realized was across the room with the rest of your things. You groaned at the thought of having to leave the comfortable confines of the bed. Another loud ping! dragged you from the warmth of the sheets, choosing to crawl over Jimin’s legs instead of his lap, remembering the previous morning’s antics. Checking your phone, you saw three unread messages from Michael.

Michael: Good afternoon Y/N! Have you any word on when you’ll arrive in Bali? [1:09]

Michael: So I haven’t received a call or text from you. I assume everything is fine, or Park Jimin has killed you. I hope it’s the former [4:17]

Michael: So clearly he’s killed you. I’ll be sending his name and social security number off to the authorities [4:19]

You snorted at Michael’s messages as you inched your way back into your spot though Jimin had claimed the majority of your space in his sleep. He didn’t stir as you slipped under the covers, but rested his head against your chest as you laid on your back; you didn’t have the heart to move him as you responded to Michael.

You don’t have his social security number Michael. I’m fine. We just had a long night. And our flight is leaving some time this afternoon. I’ll get the details from Jimin and send them to you

[4:22]

Michael: You don’t know that. And a long night? Y/N, don’t tell me you were in the arms of this man when you’ve only known him for at most 2 days [4:24]

So what if I was? You’ve definitely done worse

[4:25]

Michael: You’re right. But this is one of the areas where I don’t lead by example. Please tell me you used protection at least [4:26]

Gross, Michael. Nothing happened. We just went to the museum (I saw Garland Sans) and then went for dinner and some drinks

[4:27]

Michael: A museum, dinner, AND drinks? In ONE night? Sounds like a date. A classy one at that since you said there was no fucking [4:29]

Michael: AND YOU SAW GARLAND SANS WITHOUT ME?! WITH HIM?! HOW DARE YOU! [4:30]

You’re honestly so crude. There was no fucking. It was just a casual hangout, nothing crazy. Also, I didn’t know his work was going to be there. I don’t think it’ll be the same exhibit in New York so we’re fine

[4:33]

Michael: A casual hangout where you forget to text me back? I beg to differ. Spill [4:34]

You chewed on your lip as you stared at Michael’s message. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell him what happened; Michael was more than just a manager, he was also like a best friend. The problem was you didn’t really know how to describe last night. You barely understood what had transpired yourself. Throwing caution to the wind, you laid out all the details of the previous night.

Michael: … [4:53]

Michael: Y/N, this man did NOT wine and dine you and you left him hanging out to dry! Have I taught you nothing? [4:54]

Michael: I just - I cannot believe you got lucky like this. Well, not that kind of lucky. Either way, he didn’t actually kiss you so maybe he deserved that. An art curator at that. And he lives in NYC? You really are living in the moment. I’m so happy to hear after that S.O.B. [4:55]

Michael: Wait, does this mean you’re in bed together now?! [4:55]

It wasn’t that type of night! Like you said, I’ve known him for TWO DAYS. We can’t just have sex. And

I guess so; Tiago hasn’t been on my mind as much lately. Yes, Michael. We’re currently still in bed. Jimin’s sleeping

[4:58]

Michael: It’s the 21st century, Y/N. Live a little. You’re a modern-day woman. It’s been a year and a half love, I would hope he wasn’t. Not when you have a man that sounds like he’s sex on legs wrapped around your finger. [5:01]

Michael: Please send a pic. Thanks! [5:02]

He is not wrapped around my finger! And I’m definitely not just going to send you a picture of him sleeping! That’s weird!

[5:05]

Michael: Booo! This would be for the authorities Y/N. Think about your safety [5:07]

I am. So safe from you and your antics when I’m on the other side of the world. I’m going to shower, I’ll text you later

[5:09]

Michael: Oh you’re a dirty girl! Ask Jimin to join you. Remember to text me the flight details [5:12]

You chuckled at Michael’s attempt to make you uncomfortable. There was no way in hell you would do that. Jimin wasn’t wrong when he said you could barely look at him with clothes on and you blushed as the increasingly inappropriate thoughts tried to break through the barrier of unconsciousness and consciousness. You felt Jimin tug you closer as you tried to slip out of his grip again.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, still half asleep.

“To go take a shower,” you said while trying to push him off you.

“No,” he whined. “Don’t leave me.” He snuggled closer and you laughed.

“Let go, Jimin. I smell gross; I’m basically leaking alcohol from my pores at this point.”

“I don’t care. You’re warm and I want to sleep more.”

“You can still sleep while I go and shower.” You pinched his side and he jerked away from you. His glare was comical as he struggled to locate you with sleep-heavy eyes. “So you’re ticklish? Good to know.”

“You’re mean,” he pouted as he rolled over onto his stomach after you’d successfully vacated the bed. “And it’s early as fuck. Wake me up when it’s a reasonable hour to be a human being.”

“You don’t even know what time it is,” you mumbled as you closed the door on any reply Jimin could make.

You welcomed the sting of the hot water against your shoulders, soothing the knots in the back of your neck. Letting the water run through your hair, you smoothed it out of your face. Massaging your scalp was therapeutic nowadays, especially since it was so much shorter. You hadn’t grown it out in a year and a half, now enjoying the short dry time and the new woman you were; Tiago would have hated it. You sighed as he resurfaced and you washed him away again with the simple smelling body wash. By the time you were dressed in your last clean emergency clothing, your hair was already drying.

The smell of coffee welcomed you as you sat down to add the final touches to your Saipan video. It wasn’t hard to get lost in editing, your brain working overtime to adjust the exposure of the film, fade out the titles, and sync up the music. You relished the peacefulness of the early morning quiet, your life seeming to return to its normal rhythm even if just for a few moments. Your moleskine journal with edited itinerary notes sat next to the steaming second cup of black coffee just as the breakfast rush started to roll in and along with them an extremely flustered Jimin.

“Y/N!” he crashed into the seat opposite you. “I thought you left!” His backpack sat beside yours on the floor as you stared at him confused.

“Where could I have possibly gone, Jimin?”

“I don’t know. You weren’t there when I woke up and neither was your stuff. I thought I overstepped last night and made you uncomfortable,” he said. Droplets of water fell from his hair and onto his white t-shirt. Your face softened.

“I needed some coffee. And to get some work done. You really thought I would have left you?” you asked curiously.

He shrugged and pushed his hand through his damp hair. “What reason would you have to stay?”

You opened your mouth and closed it. Jimin was right. You didn’t have to stay. It was possible that you could have just gone to the airport, given them your name, and be set - though that would have made for an awkward conversation whenever Jimin arrived as your seats were next to one another. You watched him head over to grab some food, greeting Sonia in passing, as he piled his plate high. He returned shortly after with Sonia and handed you a plate of fruit.

“She says you’ve been down here for hours and haven’t touched a thing; you need to eat. And she wanted to know if you enjoyed yesterday.” Sonia stood at the end of the table expectantly.

“It was really great. The museum was incredible. I really can’t thank you enough. And Jimin was a great tour guide. Did she see the pictures?” Jimin shook his head, his mouth stuffed with food as usual, before he thumbed the polaroids out of his wallet. Sonia cooed and the two of them chatted again, a slight blush overtaking the tips of Jimin’s ears.

“She said you look really beautiful and she’s happy you enjoyed yourself so much.” You thanked her as you chewed on a grape, wondering what else Jimin had left out of his translation. Too much was said for it to be condensed into a two-part sentence.

“What time is our flight leaving, Jimin? Michael wants me to send him the details.”

“So flight leaves at 1:40 pm and we board at 1:10 ish -“

“Holy fuck Jimin!” You slammed your laptop shut. “It’s 12:17! We have to go. Now. Fuck!” You shoved your journal into your backpack, the chair almost tipping back as you shot up from your seat. It took a few seconds for Jimin to realize just how far away from the airport you were before he too was out of his chair and shoving the last piece of pastry into his mouth. Sonia looked alarmed as you tried to return your dirty dishes until Jimin explained and she grabbed the plates out of your hands and yelled for William.

You bounced your leg as you watched William weave through the midday traffic. The leather of the seat bench stuck to the underside of your thighs. Lunch hour traffic in Hong Kong was just as bad as in New York and you willed yourself to remain calm as you cruised down the highway. The wind roared through the open windows and whipped your hair around your face. It was torture leaving the fate of your on-time arrival in the hands of a man you had literally met yesterday in a pickup truck that you were sure was a few years older than you. You envied Jimin’s ability to look peacefully out of the window at the bustling city while the coil of nerves bundled tight in your belly rolling like the waves of the deep sea.

Michael had not texted you back and you worried that somehow your phone service had been cut off again. An irrational thought because it was nearing 1 am in New York, but your brain had seemed to have left rationale back with Sonia. The comfort that your early morning wake up had given you in addition to the previous night’s adventures had been ripped away from you. It was no longer only you and Jimin in the back seat; anxiety had squeezed in beside you. Tears pricked your eyes in frustration as you prayed you wouldn’t have another delay in finally getting to Bali.

“Don’t worry, Shutterfly. We’re going to make it. You’re not missing this flight. I promise,” Jimin said to you as William followed the signs for the departure terminal. You could barely offer him a smile as the looming structure that was Hong Kong International Airport grew closer.

William pulled his truck over to the sidewalk between a Kia and a Buick, the vehicle looking extremely ancient compared to the other two. “Have a safe flight. And Sonia expects to see you both again soon okay?” William declared. Jimin hopped down and turned to help you out of the truck.

“We’ll do our best,” Jimin muttered, glancing at you. “Thank you for everything, William. I’ll let you know when we land.”

“Thank you, William. It really meant a lot, you taking me in and stuff,” you added and he gave your shoulder a squeeze through the open window as Jimin shut the door.

“You two should hurry. Go,” he shooed you towards the terminal doors. Jimin said goodbye once more and then was pulling you through the automatic doors.

The two of you breezed through the other passengers checking their luggage as you used the machine kiosks bypassing any potential cheery airline workers. Jimin trailed behind you as you zipped through the slow-moving passengers, your eyes focused on the glass doors leading towards the security checkpoint.

“Hey! Slow down, Shutterfly. We’re going to make it, even if we have to run,” Jimin said as he picked up his pace to catch up with you. You did not want to have to run. You had never run for a flight in your entire life and you did not want to start now. You bounced from side to side as you moved painstakingly slow towards the immigration officer perched on her high chair. It was already 1 pm, but no one else seemed concerned, probably actually on time for their flight. You rolled your shoulders, trying to loosen the tension nestled between them.

“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay.” Jimin slipped his hand under your hair, his thumb rubbing gentle circles between the base of your neck and shoulders. You sighed and removed his hand, turning to face him.

“It’s not okay, Jimin. I don’t even know if they have my bag,” you huffed. You stepped forward to hand your passport and boarding pass to the officer.

“I’m sure they do, darling. As long as you have your -”

“I remember what you said about the tag, Jimin. That doesn’t change the fact that I could land in Bali without my bag. I don’t even have enough time to ask someone about it,” you snapped while placing your camera bags into the grey bins, your shoes following after. Jimin said nothing further as he emptied his own backpack, the book he had been reading more dog-eared than when you first saw it along with a leatherbound book.

Just as you were passing through the body scanner, an announcement blared through the terminal. “This is the last boarding call for passengers Park Jimin and Y/N Y/LN on flight 7860 with services to Bali, Indonesia at Gate C9. Again, would passengers Park Jimin and Y/N Y/L/N please report to Gate C9 for flight 7860 to Bali, Indonesia? Thank you.”

“Shit,” you exclaimed, shoving your hands through your hair as another TSA officer looked over your scan. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“Alright, you’re good.” You didn’t wait for the last word to spill from his mouth before you were back in front of the conveyor belt waiting for your stuff to pass through its own scanner. Quickly and as carefully as you could, you zipped your cameras back up and tucked them into your backpack. Your hands were shaking.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I got you!” Jimin called out as he moved around you. He was already packed up and taking off by the time you’d secured your things. You stared in disbelief as you watched him run through the departure terminal, not caring how many people stared at him. It looked like you would be doing the same.

You chased after him, clutching your passport and phone in your hand, chest heaving as you watched Jimin’s head disappear further into the crowd. Fuck, he was fast. You dodged the small children that waddled along with their parents and the elderly couples that squinted up at the screens to find their correct gates. Your legs burned as you pushed through the pain, the hallways of the airport being much longer than you remembered. You couldn’t afford to miss this flight.

Rounding the corner to gate C9, the seats were empty. The rest of the passengers had already boarded the plane. A few of the airline employees milled around getting ready to close the gate. One was arguing with Jimin who refused to walk through the doors so they couldn’t close it.

“Look! There she is. I told you!” Jimin was standing in the doorway leading down the aircraft gangway, blocking the airline employees from closing the door. They looked highly irritated.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s me. I’m so sorry!” you apologized while handing over your boarding pass for it to be scanned. Your face felt hot from all the attention but you pushed it down. There was nothing else to worry about.

“Have a safe flight,” the employee mumbled as he handed you back the pass. You smiled, relieved.

Jimin grinned at you as he jogged towards the plane, his hair bouncing with every step. “I told you we wouldn’t miss the flight, Shutterfly.”

Ignoring all the nasty looks you received as you walked down the aisle of the plane, you and Jimin flopped down into your respective seats, tired from your sprint to the gate. The usual airplane routine started up as the plane left the gate and you relaxed in your seat as you watched the tarmac roll by through the window. Running was not your forte and you wondered if you should have considered Michael’s offer to be his plus one at Planet Fitness more seriously. You could feel the sweat bead around your hairline. A shower would be great once you reached your accommodations. You sat up abruptly.

“Fuck,” you whispered, grabbing your phone.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, fastening his seatbelt.

Scrolling through your numerous email notifications, you saw the one you were praying wouldn’t be there. Airbnb reservation canceled in the subject line. Fuck.

“Ma’am, could you please turn off your cell phone or switch it to airplane mode? The plane is getting ready for departure,” a stewardess chided you. You nodded and tucked it back into your pocket, dazed. In 5 hours and 5 minutes, you would be landing in Ngurah Rai International Airport with nowhere to stay for 9 days. Shit.

“You’re chewing your lip again.”

“Huh?” You looked over at Jimin who was still reading The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, his body feigning disinterest but you knew he was paying attention to you.

“You were chewing your lip. It’s your tell-tale sign that something’s wrong,” he replied as he turned the page. You opened your mouth to protest but closed it quickly. He was right.

“How did you know though?” you asked, tucking your hair behind your ear, now extremely conscious that he had been observing you.

“What are you worrying about? Your project? Y/N, it’s going to be amazing. This is what you love doing, right? You can do it,” Jimin encouraged, bookmarking his page and looking at you.

“I don’t know, Jimin. A romantic getaway? That displays passion and love? Those are things I haven’t felt in a very long time,” you noted. The memories of Tiago swirled at the corners of youe mind and you sighed in frustration that you thought about him again.

“Bullshit,” he said. Jimin tucked his book into the seatback pocket in front of him. “Love doesn’t have to only be romantic, Y/N. There are so many incredible forms of love out there. The love people have for their families, for their jobs, for their - I don’t know - neighbors they only see on Sundays because they do laundry at the same time. We love just because. There really doesn’t have to be a reason,” he finished. You stared at him. His brown eyes were bright with passion and his face was set in determination to convince you what he was saying was true. You were amazed at his belief in his own words.

“Do you think you could say that again? On film, though.” He laughed at you as you went to pull out your camera but he stopped you.

“I keep telling you, Y/N. If you want me to be your muse, all you have to do is ask,” he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes as you rested the camera in your lap. “But if you really do want my help, I’ll be happy to work with you on your project.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded and smiled. “Seriously. This is important to you. I want to help.”

You tried to hide your smile. Though it was something simple, Jimin supporting your craft was something you hadn’t experienced in years. People didn’t believe in the arts as much as they liked to consume it. “Thank you, Jimin. That really means a lot to me.”

“Remember I told you I’d show you what love is? This is a great way to do it.” Jimin grinned as you laughed at him.

“And what do you know about love, Mr. Park?” you asked jokingly. Jimin averted his eyes, his smile less vibrant than before.

“You’d be surprised,” he said with a shrug.

“More lessons from Mr. Park Sr.?” you joked again, poking his shoulder, trying to lighten his sudden change of mood. He chuckled lowly.

“Some. A lot I learned on my own.”

“A lot? What’s your favorite one?” you posed. You were intrigued about a Jimin who had seen these many sides of love. Who was he beforehand? How had he changed? “Have you ever had your heart broken?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’. “A few times. I guess you could say the last one was the worst,” he commented.

“Would you like to share?” you asked gently, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.

“I can. Especially if it’ll help you believe in love.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you shoved his shoulder gently. “I assume you’ve also had your heart broken?” You nodded. “Hmm. Well, Shutterfly. Sit back, relax, and let me tell you the story of Alexandria.” Jimin eased his seat back and turned his head to face you, his fingers laced and resting in his lap. He looked as though he was in a therapist’s office to talk about his trauma and the feelings associated with them. Depending on the nature of the story, he might need to go and see one.

“Lexa and I met during my Freshman year of college. She was tall, slim figure, very ‘plain Jane’ except for her copper-colored hair. She was really a brunette, but in certain lighting, it looked red. Then she started toning it - it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I was hanging out with a bunch of friends in the library studying for this major test when she walked by and that was it; I was a goner. We ended up having a class together the following semester where I found out she was a Sophomore -”

“Ooh! An older woman?!” You perked up in your chair at the new detail. “I never would have -”

“Pegged me for the type? We’re back on that, Y/N?” he asked with a wry grin. You blushed at the memory and sank back down.

“Continue,” you whispered sheepishly.

“So she was a Sophomore studying Psychology with a minor in Creative Writing. She was a force to be reckoned with and I thought I had no chance with her until she asked me to hang out. I honestly couldn’t believe she was interested in me. We didn’t start dating until my Junior year of college, both of us traveling abroad the previous year, and we were really happy together.” Jimin smiled fondly as he recalled the memories and your heart fluttered in anticipation of what went wrong. “I proposed at my graduation while she was -”

“Excuse me? What?!” you exclaimed, staring at him in shock. “You proposed?!” He laughed at your reaction.

“Of course. I loved her and it was the right thing for me to do at the time,” he replied. That couldn’t be it.

“You got her pregnant, didn’t you?” He laughed again, this one vibrating through his entire body as he clutched his stomach; he didn’t seem concerned about the noise level.

“No, Y/N. I proposed because I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Wow,” you breathed, amazed at his level of commitment at such a young age. To know who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and be ready to take that risk? He had to be crazy. “Wait. How old are you?”

“I’m 26. This happened around 2 and a half years ago, I think. Well, it’s been 2 and a half years since she called off our engagement,” he added matter-of-factly.

“Fuck,” you grimaced. “What happened?”

“She fell out of love. She wasn’t there when I woke up the following morning - we had moved in together while she worked on her thesis and I started grad school. The ring was placed on a neatly written note and all of her things were gone. Said she needed a man that had a little more - she ‘couldn’t put her finger on it’. Less stoic, more spontaneous. Something like that.” Jimin shrugged, the smile no longer reaching his eyes.

“But she knew how you were when you first got together. That’s some bullshit,” you muttered. Anger flared deep in your gut as you thought about this Alexandria stealing away in the middle of the night leaving Jimin alone to deal with the consequences of her actions as the sun rose.

“No need to crucify her, Shutterfly. She made the best choice for her -”

“But she hurt you,” you interrupted, frowning.

“I don’t disagree, but she taught me my favorite lesson: love freely and without expectations. I lost myself trying to prove that I could be this manly man. That I was man enough to deserve a woman as incredible as her. I lost her because of impossible expectations I placed on myself. We were both at fault; she could have said something sooner. I just wrestle with my own transgressions more. At the end of the day, it made me a better man.”

Love freely and without expectations. How could he say that when the woman who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with left him? Alexandria was foolish to leave someone as admirable as Jimin behind. Your heart ached at him waking up and her no longer being there, having to read that she no longer wanted him. You guessed some explanation was better than having the door closed right in your face.

“And you survived all of this?”

“I’m here, aren’t I? Broken hearts aren’t as bad as they seem, Shutterfly.”

“To you, Jimin. Though I don’t know how you got through that,” you said shaking your head in disbelief.

“The same way you got through yours,” he replied seriously. “Tell me about him. Why don’t you believe in love anymore?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love anymore. I just don’t expect it to happen to me for a very long time,” you said pushing your hands through your hair. Jimin waited for you to continue expectantly. You sighed and threw your head back against the seat. “Alright, fine. His name was Tiago. I met him when I moved to California with my best friend. He was a TA in one of her classes and she introduced us. He was tall, Hispanic, with the tight ringlet curls. They were sun-bleached because he spent so much time at the beach. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes too,” you added. You don’t think there was a woman alive who could deny how attractive Tiago was.

“He was smart too, attending law school - Gould School of Law at USC to be exact. I was working as a photography assistant in a studio downtown and he seemed interested in my work. We started hanging out and after a few months, we started dating. Things were really good for a while. I thought I had found my home in him, especially after leaving Milo back in New York. I thought he understood what I was going through. He didn’t.” You closed your eyes as you breathed through the memory of the pain.

“After a year of good times, things started to get weird. Some random phone calls he started taking in other rooms, less planned dates, less attention overall. I ignored it, especially after we had a conversation about possibly moving in together. That was a little too far for me so I was thinking of giving him a key to my apartment - I had gotten a promotion at the studio I was working at and could finally afford my own place,” you said with a grin. “I went to his apartment with the key in a little box and when I knocked on the door, a woman answered.”

“Shit,” Jimin whispered. He rested his hand on your knee and you looked at him with a small smile.

“Yeah. She asked who I was - if she could help me, and before I could answer, Tiago appeared looking fresh out the shower and said I wasn’t ‘anyone important. Just a friend of a friend’s who was supposed to take their anniversary portraits’ and closed the -”

“What the fuck, Y/N?! Please don’t tell me that he closed the door in your face.” Jimin’s grip tightened as his jaw clenched. You nodded with another small smile. “That fucking asshole!” he roared. The lady in front of you turned to hush him. He ignored her.

“Mhm, he closed the door in my face. I think I stood there for 2 minutes before I called an Uber and headed home. A few days later, he texted me and told me that we couldn’t be together anymore - like no shit, dumbass. I found out through the grapevine that she had been his girlfriend for 2 and a half years on and off. They were very much on when we were dating. Remember that friend I told you I moved to Cali with? Apparently she knew but didn’t know how to break it to me. I packed up and moved to San Diego which is where I met Michael. He had seen some of my short films from a little exhibit we had on campus and thought he could help me get more work. That was a year and a half ago,” you finished.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. He was a fucking dickhead to do that to you.” You waved Jimin off.

“Michael says the same thing - actually he calls him a son of a bitch. It’s fine though. But that’s the story. I’m still healing and building up trust with people. So I believe in love, I’ve just had some bad luck with it,” you said with a shrug. “I try not to dwell on it because -”

“It makes you anxious?” Jimin suggested. You gave him a tight lipped smile. His thumb stroked over your knee in soft brushes. “Well, we won’t talk about him then. Fuck him,” he grinned.

“Thanks, Jimin,” I laughed.

“And we’ll get this project done, yeah? Together?”

You looked at Jimin. He was smiling at you, his front tooth a little crooked but gleaming nonetheless. Tiny dimples appeared around the corners of his mouth - something you hadn’t noticed before. The little sun you had been in while in Hong Kong had started to turn his skin a caramel brown and you remembered the smoothness of his skin as you laid in bed. As the corners of his eyes wrinkled with warm affection and you smiled.

“Together.”

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It’s Just A Spark Ch. 11 - Stormy Seas

"Hiccup, maybe - maybe we should postpone this."

Astrid's voice was muffled against his chest, and contrary to her words, she only clung tighter to him when he tried to pull back, confused.

"What do you mean?"

She exhaled, her breath hot in the wool.

"I've been thinking, and it's … wrong holding you back, if it's such a big storm. I just think that maybe you should be at the department," this wasn't at all what she wanted, why did she tell him to? "in case something happens and they need you."

Hiccup froze at her words, coldly remembering that yes, he had a job and YES, she was right, he should be doing it.

'Shit.'

Yet, they were still holding each other and Hiccup couldn't help but think that maybe he could be selfish for once.

'I don't feel like being responsible right now,' he thought and sighed.

"I'll call Gobber," he said reluctantly instead, nuzzling her neck.

She pulled back and smiled at him, almost apologetically.

"Sorry."

"No, you're right. I should be on alert - that's my job after all."

Reluctantly, he unwrapped his arms around her and pulled his phone out of his pocket, Gobber's work number on speed-dial. While it was ringing, he started aimlessly wandering around in a feeble attempt to calm his furious heart.

His collegue's voice was oddly cheery when he picked up.

"We were just placing bets on when you'd call - I win by the way, Snot, hand me my 5 quid."

Hiccup stopped in his tracks through the door of the living room, confused.

"Why - why would you bet 5 quid on a phone call? And wh-"

"We're working in a network here, sonny, so you better get back to what you were doing before you remembered you have job."

"Gobber-"

"We know you have a date, Hiccup, and this storm is your chance to get a move on!" Snotlout shouted in the background, who apparently was having the time of his life.

By now, Hiccup's face was burning. He also knew now just why Gobber's voice had sounded so goddamn sprightly.

"Gobber," he repeated, pinching the bridge of his nose, well aware Astrid had followed him into the living room, watching him intently from her seat on the sofa next to Toothless. "Do you need me at work or not?"

The older man chuckled shortly, but sombered again. "No," he replied. "We've got it covered, boy, don't worry. Berk's seen many storms like this and the banks we set up will hold up fine."

He threw Astrid a quick glance, not to let on how relieved he actually was by Gobber's words.

"Okay, good," he paused for a second. "By the way, was Dad the one who …"

"Yes, he did. Which reminds me, actually - tomorrow's your day off."

"What day off?"

"Well," Gobber grinned audibly. "You have enough overtime for a whole day, so there you go. Consider it a late birthday present. Or just a really early one, depending from which perspective you view this."

Hiccup closed his eyes, wondering if he could become any redder. He wished Astrid would look somewhere else than his direction.

"This is probably illegal," he wheezed, flitting his eyes over to her. "But thanks."

She was gnawing at her lip, obviously trying to hold back her laughter.

"Then … I'll, uh, see you on Sunday."

He hung up, not before hearing Snotlout's whooping laughter in the background.

"So, I, uh," he started, broke off and cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze.

"I don't have to report back at work. And apparently I just got tomorrow off."

To his surprise, she didn't laugh. Instead, she furrowed her brow and asked, "Is he allowed to do that?"

He paused and plopped down on the sofa next to her. "Technically yes, but also, no. I do have some overtime, but it's definitely not enough for a whole day off."

Astrid dropped against him, her fringes tickling his neck. Almost by default, his arm went around her.

Her voice was muffled when she spoke, hiding her wide grin in his shoulder.

"That's some grade A wingman you got there."

Hiccup snorted, momentarily distracted by her arms around him and her face pressing into his side.

"Well … is it working?"

His voice was soft and light when he spoke, which made her lift her head to look at him again. She was met with a small, questioning smile and his warm, honest eyes.

"Maybe," she murmured back, a smile already blossiming on her lips. He grinned back, and

it was only then she became fully aware of the position they'd brought themselves in so casually, halfly holding each other on the sofa.

"It's getting dark already," she heard herself whisper then and felt him shift slightly underneath her.

"I didn't notice," he husked back, his eyes focused entirely on her.

There it was again, this look. Astrid felt her heart flutter at the intensity of it.

He was leaning down, just a bit.

She inhaled his warm, soapy scent and leaned further against him.

It was inch by inch, or maybe it happened in the blink of an eye, but suddenly there was barely any space left between their faces and-

A piercing, sharp sound tore through the raging sky, making them jump apart, away from each other, as if embarassed at being caught by the weather.

For a moment, they looked at each other in silence, their legs still touching, her hand clutching the material of his jumper. Laughter bubbled up between them, until they inched closer again.

From his spot near the window, Toothless was watching the humans clumsily return to their previous position, their faces turned away from each other again. He jumped down from the window sill to assume his new favourite spot on the sofa.

So he settled on Astrid's lap, closed his eyes and let her gently comb her fingers through his fur.

"Chin-scratch," Hiccup commented lowly at her minitrastrions. "He loves that one."

They sat in comfortable silence, his arm around her again, her legs curled up, head against his shoulder, Toothless on her lap.

"I must say, I'm impressed," he murmured after a while. "You already got him to purr."

She smiled and closed her eyes. "Maybe I'm just a natural. But it's sort of my job."

Hiccup chuckled lowly. "What, to make my cat happy?"

"Maybe. Maybe I should quit the shop too in two weeks and you just hire me as your cat-sitter."

"Being my girlfriend doesn't include that?"

Astrid grinned, her heart singing at his words, shooting him a quick, coy smile.

"No, that's extra."

"Shame," he commented, mockingly serious, his other arm coming around her to fully hold her, his head dropping on her shoulder. "Here I was, thinking it was an all-inclusive deal."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Eh, I'll get over it," he teased back, his grip around her tightening in contrast to his words. He was feeling light, if not a bit dizzy, her scent surrounding him, and he knew every bit of reason he had had left about half an hour ago.

They fell into comfortable silence until he piped up, "Yesterday when I called you, you were talking to a collegue in the bar and, uh … Stellar?"

Astrid laughed brightly. "You heard that, huh? That was Heather, she's been in for a couple months. Basically what happened was was her saying she can't call me Ass-strid at work, so she tried Asteroid, didn't like that either and went with Stellar to keep the space-theme."

She laughed again and Hiccup felt warmth spread all over his body at that sound, revelling in it.

"She makes work suck a bit less, you know," she added, smiling lightly. Astrid sat up and leaned back into the sofa, resting her head on her bent arm, watching him intently.

He felt heat rush into his cheeks at her concentrated gaze on him. They were still sitting way too close and at the same time not close enough. Astrid found herself contemplating to lean back into him, just for the sake of proximity.

When she spoke again, her voice was soft.

"You've been doing night shifts ever since we met."

Hiccup thought back to how he'd always been flustered when talking to other people. Distracted, like he was searching for something else.

With Astrid, his attention was entirely focused on her.

"I focus better at night," he started, without really knowing where they were coming from. "When I'm working, at least."

'Right now, I'm paying more attention to your eyes than to my words.'

"That's why I'm always writing my reports at night and take so many night shifts. Technically we're limited to three per week, but, uh. Well. We can alternate between shifts, which … do you remember the day I brought you the lasagna?"

Astrid nodded, smiling slightly at the memory.

"I was on maintenance duty that morning, so I had time to drop by because I wasn't scheduled for calls. A usual shift's 9-12 hours, except for Gobber, who's our senior and Company Officer," he grinned. "But don't think that's stopping him. Sometimes he'll be in longer than me. He loves this job."

Astrid was smiling and tilted her head slightly. "Tell me about him?"

Hiccup let out a small chuckle. "I've known him since I could think. Grew up with him. He's my Dad's best friend, my godfather … co-parent after we lost Mum. He's also the, uh, Sometimes Drunk Uncle …"

Astrid laughed at that, making his heart speed up and his skin tingle.

"Whenever I'd have a fight with Dad, I'd just … pack a couple things and crash on Gobber's couch for a few days. After I moved out, Gobber moved in, all while training me. I started pretty early, I think … three years ago? Four? More or less."

He let out a small chuckle and watched her curl her legs under her so they rested against him, shifting closer. Her eyes were sparkling in the low light of the living room.

"I can't believe I never asked you about this," she blurted. This was such a big part of him and who he was, she felt herself being completely captivated by it. He laughed, running a hand through his hair, his hand brushing her thighs as it came down. After a short moment of hesitation, he rested it on her thigh, his gaze searching hers as if silently asking for permission. He smile widened and she nodded ever so slightly.

"It's okay," he mumbled. "Just a job, right?"

"You love it, though," she retorted, grinning teasingly.

He hummed, eyes back on her now. "You're right, maybe I do," he murmured and Astrid couldn't help but think he meant something else entirely.

Doing the dishes proved to be way more fun with another person around, Astrid found. She was leaning against the counter, back in the kitchen, drying piece after piece of cutlery and dish Hiccup handed her.

He was talking, voice low and soft, and in the dim light of his warm kitchen, it was all the easier wishing this could be a daily occurence.

"I think it's quite therapeutic," he murmured, turning the glass he was washing in his hands. "It's a mindless activity. Helps you keep both feet on the ground. You can sort out your thoughts."

She hummed. He paused, shooting her a quick smile.

"You don't think so?"

Astrid shrugged hesitantly. "Maybe I'm biased. Back at Puffin Point, I was the one to take care of everything, so everything involving the house became less of a chore, more of a burden. So I never really liked it that much," she confessed, feeling a bit silly telling him this while drying his dishes.

She paused for a second, her eyes on the plate she was holding, then she softly added, "But I guess I could get used to this."

He cracked a lopsided grin at that and leant against the sink.

"Well," he uttered, eyes fixed on her with an enigmatic expression. "I for one wouldn't want anyone else's dirty dishes in my sink."

The storm was getting even worse towards the evening. Toothless had retreated into Astrid's lap, his nervous energy wearing off after a few minutes of her combing her gentle fingers through his fur and murmuring softly, incoherent to Hiccup's ears.

He didn't mind at all. In fact, he could watch this all night. Leaning on the other end of the sofa, his prosthetic leg between her and the edge of the sofa, he was watching her comforting Toothless as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Despite the storm raging outside, the wind howling and rattling at the blinds, he was feeling the warmest and safest he had been in a while.

He could feel himself dozing off shortly and jolting awake, only to be lulled back to sleep again, Astrid's calm and quiet voice and Toothless' purrs surrounding him like a lullaby.

At some point, he awoke with a blanket around his shoulders. Confused, he raised his head and looked around.

Astrid was gone.

Toothless was sleeping in her spot, curled up next to him.

Hiccup sat up, suddenly wide awake. Had she left? She wouldn't have tried to go outside with a storm like that, would she?

'Of course not, she's smarter than that,' a part of him argued.

"Oh, did I wake you?"

He jumped, immediately shaken out of his stupor.

There she was, standing in the doorway of the living room, a steaming mug in her hand, an apologetic smile on her face as she stepped closer and set the mug down on the coffee table.

He just just couldn't help but get up and take her into his arms, maybe a bit tighter than would have been necessary.

Astrid chuckled into his shoulder, her breath hot in the wool.

"Did I miss something while I was in the kitchen?"

Hiccup breathed out a chuckle and shook his head. "No, don't worry. I just woke up and thought you left."

She pulled back to look at him, her bright eyes dancing over his face, looking genuinely baffled.

"Do you think I'm insane?"

He laughed, shaking his head and pulled her back against him.

"Sorry. I just imagined you were bored to death, said a big 'fuck you' to the storm and-"

He trailed off at the sound of her laugh. She was hiding her smile in his chest, her hands clinging to the material of his jumper.

By the time she pulled back again and looked at him, he had already forgotten about his prior worry.

Toothless had been watching the entire scene from his spot on the sofa since Hiccup's sudden jolt had woken him up yet again.

His green eyes flitted between the two humans.

Hiccup was still holding her, his hands now at her waist, grinning lopsidedly.

"So, would you," he said, hesitating for a second. "Would you like to stay the night?"

Toothless tapped closer. Yet again, he was at the end of his wits at his clumsy human. Fool, he meowed Only a night?

He meowed again and prowled around Astrid's legs in an attempt to catch her attention.

Would you like to stay forever?

Astrid laughed brightly and wrapped her arms around Hiccup's neck, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Thought you'd never ask."

Hiccup looked at her and for the first time in his life, he was glad Bucket's prediction had been right.

#IJAS #pls ignore all the times i spell colleague as collegue lol idk what was wrong with me #it's just a spark #hiccstrid #slow burn #modern au #httyd #httyd 2 #mine

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