#he might also have some purple laces as well

[aalyssah]

We’re Enough

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,625

A/N: Btw, I know they said babyface!reader, but I forgot about it, and by the time I noticed, I was already halfway done and didn’t feel like restarting. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

Tonight was a special night for you and Damian. You have a match for a spot in Money in the Bank while Damian has a title match against Seth 'Freakin'' Rollins.

It's important to you because after all the years in WWE you haven't won a title, so winning this would get you one step closer, but you would obviously go after Asuka instead of your former Judgment Day member, Rhea.

Damian was also happy about his match considering WWE hasn't pushed him since the whole Judgment Day team, but tonight was the night you both prove your worth to the team and WWE universe.

You were lacing your boots up when a knock came at the door. "Babe, you done?" You heard Damian asked. "Come in!" The door opened revealing Damian and the rest of the members.

"Woah, babe, you look good." Damian complimented you, coming over and wrapping an arm around you. "Thank you, baby." He kissed your cheek, sitting on the couch next to Finn and Dominik. "Yeah, like really good. I might have to steal you for myself."

Rhea winked at you, earning a glare from Damian. "Alright Rhea, get off my girl, she's mine." You chuckled at their bickering, standing up and checking up your gear. "I'm done! How do I look?" You gave a small twirl while smiling.

"You look great and I'm sure you're gonna do great tonight." Finn added. "I hope so." You said picking at your nails. The group could tell you were getting nervous. "Hey, you're gonna do great. You're gonna win the briefcase and get Asuka's title, so both of our girls will have gold, and so I will too."

You smiled at Damian's small pep talk, boosting your mood. "Yeah, you're right. And I'm gonna win it for you." You pecked his lips, a blushing forming on your cheeks. "And I'll win the title for you." He returned the kiss, a grumble coming from Dominik's mouth.

"Okay lovebirds, let each other go and let Y/n win that spot!" You gave them one last smile before going to the gorilla. You were about to face Trish Stratus and were sure to win. Not to be rude, but even though Trish is a legend, she isn't as good as she used to be.

Your music played, fans booing and cheering for you. You put on your best heel persona and made your entrance. As you did a mini warm up in the ring, Trish's music played, with her coming out in her new gear. She was now like you - a heel wearing purple and wanting a spot in this special event.

When she entered the ring you both walked up on each other, chest to chest. "You really think you're gonna win this?" Trish asked with a questioning look.

“I don't think I'm gonna win, I know I am, and when you're on the ground in pain like an old lady, watching me celebrate, remember the trash you were talking."

Trish sarcastically laughed, throwing her head back. "Awe, does little Y/n have some balls? Well if I were you, I would watch out 'cause you never know what this 'old lady' can do." You both locked up aggressively, letting the match play out.

-

You had it. You thought you had it when you hit your finisher and went for the pin.

"1 2-"

The count stopped because Trish put her foot on the rope. The referee called rope break and let the match continue. You looked around shocked and full of anger. While you were arguing with the referee, Trish slipped out the ring, catching your attention.

You quickly went after her, noticing she was trying to go under the ring. You pulled her out, and put her back in the ring, but before you could enter your leg was yanked down, causing your face to hit the apron harshly.

You were then turned around and flipped in the air, face being met with a hard knee. You didn't have to look to know who it was. You knew that it was Zoey Stark from NXT 2.0 who just called to the main roster. She quickly threw you in the ring and Trish went for the pin.

"1 2 3"

*DING DING DING*

"Your winner of this match, Trish Stratus!"

Fans booed as Zoey and Trish celebrated. “Who’s the ‘old lady’ now?” Zoey taunted, laughing as you laid there. “Just face it Y/n, you’re nothing. You’re not good enough to make it to the big league, so just stay with your trash team and fangirl over your boyfriend!”

Those words hit deep, especially coming from Trish. You’ve always looked up to her, hell the point of you starting to wrestle was because of Trish. You wanted to be just like her. Trish and Zoey left the ring, leaving you to sit there alone.

You slowly got up and waved at your fans, thanking them for staying with you in the journey. Even people who hated you felt bad. They could tell you were hurt, seeing tears blur your vision. You walked backstage and met with your team.

It was silent as you looked at the ground. “Y/n, I’m sorry I wasn’t out there! I was gonna come, but-” You stopped Rhea’s rant. “It’s okay. It’s not like I would’ve won with your help.” You walked past them to the locker room.

“You did good. The fans loved you.” Finn said, trying to cheer you up. “Yeah, but I didn’t win.” Finn frowned at your negativity. “We’re still happy. You won in our eyes and that’s all what matters.” You let out a huff of annoyance at Dominik’s happy tone.

“Guys, you don’t have to lie to me. I didn’t win and no matter how much support I have or the amount of help I get, I’m not good enough. I’m nothing.” Damian felt his whole world crash down at you saying those last two words. ‘I’m nothing.’

Rhea was ready to say something, but Damian cut in. “I’ll talk to her.” Damian caught up to you as you sped walked to the locker room. “I swear if you guys don’t leave me alone, I’ll-” You stopped your sentence when you turned around. “Oh.” You both stood there awkwardly, staring at each other.

You broke down completely, tears spilling from your eyes. Damian quickly grabbed you and pulled you in for a comforting hug. “Shh, it’s okay. Let it all out.” He gently held you, rocking you from side to side.

You calmed down slightly to where sniffles could be heard. “Come on, let’s go to the couch.” He guided you to the couch, sitting you down. “Look, I know you're upset, but it’s okay. You did your best and I’m proud.” You nodded your head at his statement.

“I love you and I want you to know that I don’t care if you didn’t win, and neither does the team. We’re happy you got the opportunity.” He couldn’t finish his little speech when a knock came at the door. “Sorry to ruin your talk mate, but it’s time for your match.”

Damian placed a gentle kiss on your lips before standing up. “Go shower and once I get my title, you can hold it on our way to the hotel.” You followed his instructions, going to wash up.

-

Same thing happened for Damian’s match. He fought hard through the whole thing, but unfortunately you were in the shower for a while and missed half of the match, but you did see near the end.

Damian grabbed Seth by the neck and launched him into the corner, ready to charge at him, but Seth dodged. Seth tried hitting him, but Damian reversed, setting him up for a Razors Edge, but his arm must’ve been too weak, causing him to drop Seth.

Seth hit him with a super kick, following a rolling elbow before hitting his famous curb stomp. Fans cheered loudly as he got the 3 count, retaining his title. Damian sat there like you, holding his head. He felt so disappointed in himself.

He didn’t stick around for long, escaping the ring and going backstage. He instantly went to the locker room, pacing back and forth. “Who’s going in there ‘cause it sure ain’t me.” Dominik was the first to say. “Well I’m not either.” Rhea said, turning to Finn. “Don’t look at me, mate. I’m not going either!”

You brushed past them, opening the door. “Babe?” Damian’s attention snapped to you. “Before you say anything, I know how it feels. I feel like I’m nothing.” You sat next to him, holding his hand. “First I wanna say I’m proud of you, and even though you didn’t win, you’re still my champion.”

Damian could hide the smile that came on his face. Even though he’s upset, you always manage to make his day. “I know it’s just, after all this time of doing nothing, I had one chance to be in the spotlight and I fucked it up.”

You nodded your head in agreement, knowing how he felt. “I understand, but think about it babe. Who were the fans out there watching? Who were the fans showing respect to at the end? Who did WWE choose to fight tonight?” It was an easy answer. “Me.”

“You know why?” He smiled once he figured what you were getting at. “Because you’re enough. Hate or love you, that match would’ve never happened if it wasn’t for you.” He pulled you in for a kiss.

Pulling back, you rested your forehead against each other’s. “You’re enough.” Damian was quick to correct you. “We’re enough.” He grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

#damian priest #damian priest fanfic #damian priest fluff #damian priest imagine #damian priest x reader #damian priest smut #damian priest wwe #judgement day #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

[greenscreen-dress]

Hhheeeeheheh I love these skins so much I CANNOT wait to see them in-video... But until then here's my ranking of them, long rambly full thoughts below.

Also here's the tierlist!

Ultimate Slayage: no discussion these 2 are the best. Every single one of Sausage's skins are a smash hit & this one is no exception, it's just so well done. The eye make-up the little tied shirt thing the HUGE extravagant sunflower, contrasted by those big clomping boots... The GENDER of it all aough I love him.

& Pix of course. Pix my guy just STUNNING. Idk about the other skins but this one is very likely made by Pix himself (bc of a thing he tweeted) & that makes it all the more impressive bc it's just?? So good??? The floor-length the off-the-shoulder sleeves leading into long gloves(?), the corset-y bits with golden buttons or lacing up the front, the BRIGHT BLUE bodice bits which (based off the colour) are definitely Ancient Capitollian Dodo feathers or inspired by them at least... It's just a masterpiece. The only comment I might have is maybe make sure you match your foundation right, Pix... But I've also decided he's in a full white lace/mesh bodysuit under the dress so. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Surprised &/or Delighted: honestly this category fits all of them purely bc I don't think anyone expected these ^^. Oli & Jimmy are in here specifically because, while they're not my ultimate brain-frothing faves, these dresses are extremely good adaptations/elevations of their regular skins— Oli's especially looks so natural on him bc it's in exactly the same glitzy faux-medieval style as his bard outfit. The purple is a staple colour with him, fits the royalty theme, & somehow looks both elegant and like a Halloween costume with its bright shade & tinsel-like gold trims. It's silly and fantastic and VERY Oli Orionsound. Cannot wait for him to play the fainting damsel-in-distress at every occasion <3

Jimmy's is plainer but just as faithful to his sheriff skin: off-the-shoulder sleeves appear to be a theme with these skins and they look amazing on everyone, Katherine is so epic if this was her Royal doing. Jimmy looks AMAZING in a long jean(?) skirt & the slit just elevates it even more... I am beginning to notice I have a Thing for long skirts and big boots ^^;. This is going to look stunning with the hat, and just plain adorable at Jimmy's current height.

Fits the brief: ok so these skins are fantastic and I LOVE the colour on both of them, but there's not as much tying them to their Empires... fWhip's goblin skin is so intricate with that embroidered waistcoat & bright primary colours so it's a shame to lose that, though the plain red looks very elegant on him & the shape of the dress stands out from the other skins in a very fun way. It's definitely between the 2 categories and I will likely be swayed by the first bit of fanart I come across for it, but for now: yeah.

Joey's is the opposite case, where it fits the brief and the simplicity of it not only looks good but makes some sense (semi-broke pirate usually wearing tattered sailor's garb). I just wish it had gone a bit further to match Joey's big personality. The slit and shape is lovely (as is the neckliiii— wait where does that neckline end? /pos), but what about some more gold, or prismarine accents? Fishnet gloves, or stockings striped like his shirt? It just feels like it could go much further, & maybe fanart will push it there for me. Also I'm removing points for no dress + epic pirate boots /j

Expected more: oh this skin... Yeah I'm not blown away by it. The colours that are present are very nice but there just aren't enough of them, and the shape... The cutaways at the hip are very nice, but Girl. That is a tank top. & for some reason the skirt refuses to register as one in my brain despite the pretty gradient. With the vibes of Chromia I'm picturing Scott in something shorter and frillier, high-heeled boots, feathered hat and cape— real Barbie and the 3 Musketeers kind of vibe basically. I need to draw that. Definitely more colours though, that's the first step. Bi-coloured bodice, tie-dye skirt with petticoats, a flower crown, something!! Maybe there's custom items involved to accessorise, maybe this is a temporary self-made dress while waiting on a commission, idk but I'm going to need to see some out-of-this world fanart to salvage this skin as it is. :/ Sorry Scott, sashay away.

And finally...

Joel: Joel. Joel Smallish "Massive" Beans that is a recycled MCC skin I am SURE of it. Joel this is so lazy and stupid and perfectly on-brand I love it I hate it this is peak Wish/Aliexpress cosplay. Keep it up you bastard (I still want to see / draw him in proper femme greek garb. But alas).

ANYWAY.

Big long ramble, thankye for reading this whole thing & feel free to make your own lists / yell at me for interpreting these pixels wrong. No matter my minor gripes the fact we have these looks at all and go insane over them is so so SO fun ^^

#HOOH BOY this took me an hour to make the tierlist / type out my onions lol #but these looks are ✨worth it✨ #esmp s2 #empires s2 #empires smp #esmpblr #empiresblr #esmp ensemble #namemc spoilers #fwhip #joey graceffa #mythicalsausage #oli orionsound #joel smallishbeans #scott smajor #jimmy solidaritygaming #pixlriffs #WOOOH. LOTS OF TAGS ^^; #eMerambles

[tgmsunmontue]

More than movie magic... 7/?

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

                Jake arrives late, so late it might even be early, he doesn’t even know what time it is, but he’s exhausted, his feet feel like they have lead weights attached to them as he walks from his car towards his parents’ house. The porch light is on and when he sees the kitchen light flick on, he knows he’s woken someone else up with his arrival. Too late to do anything about that now. The light in the entry way flicks on and he scrunches his face at the sudden bright light, looks through squinted eyes and sees the bright purple of his mom’s dressing gown.

                “Hey mom…”

                “Honey, we didn’t expect you to get home tonight.”

                He withstands the hugs, the pats to the face and then another hug, like she has to reassure that every part of him is there and in one piece.

                “Yeah, I probably should have stayed somewhere, I’m pretty beat.”

                “Jake,” she says, and it’s laced with care and disappointment in equal measure, and he knows he’ll never look after himself quite the way she wants him to. “Come on, you go have a shower. I’ll bring your bag in.”

                “I can do that mom.”

                “I don’t think you’re going to manage staying awake in the shower, so how about you go prove me wrong on that account, hmm?”

                He huffs in amusement and does as he’s told. He’s glad he’s here for the next couple of months, all the comforts of being at home but also working. It’s going to be a weird sort of working vacation, although he’s glad he has a back-up trailer organized for when he start going stir-crazy from living with his parents again. He knows himself well enough to know that his limit is usually a couple of weeks. He showers, and he won’t ever admit to his mom that he does indeed doze a little under the spray. His bed feels luxurious after weeks of staying in hotel rooms and he’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

                He wakes the next morning and burrows back under the covers. He has a read-through that afternoon, timed for after his arrival that was meant to be later this morning. They really aren’t expecting him until after lunch today so he could just… hide away this morning. God it’s tempting. His bags are sitting at the end of his bed and he doesn’t really need anything in them, his bedroom here fully set-up as a home away from his home in LA.

                He can spy the sunny day outside and he knows he can’t lie around in bed all day, swings his legs out and kicks off the sheet as it twists around his bare leg. Riding. He could go riding. Yeah, that’s even better than staying in bed. He pulls on some of his older clothes, worn and comfortable, already looking forward to the familiar ache he knows a couple of hours of riding will bring him. He needs to get used to riding every day as soon as possible.

                His dad is sitting in the kitchen, quietly sipping his morning coffee and he stands to give Jake a hug when he sees him. He pours himself his own cup and enjoys the quiet, his dad isn’t given to speaking when there’s nothing to be said and they spoke on the phone only a few days ago.

                “I’m just going to go and ride. I’ll be back for lunch.”

                “Hmm. It’s good to have you home. Enjoy the ride.”

                Jake grins and grabs his hat, still hanging near the backdoor and placing it on his head before heading for his parents’ stable where they keep the family horses. The ones his mom has a sentimental attachment to for whatever reason. His horse, Dasher, long ago retired and now gone for a couple of years isn’t there, but he does a double take because there is a horse in the stall that his parents always called his. Written on the board out front is Blitzen and he knows that Dasher must have been her dam, too similar to not be even if the name wasn’t a damn give-away. It’s clearly meant to be a surprise for him and he wonders instantly how she handles. God it’s going to be good to find out.

                He brushes her down and then saddles her up and everything Is laid out perfectly, like they were waiting for him, knowing he’d immediately want to get out and go riding. He swings himself up and heads outside, settling into the rhythm of riding and he can’t wait to go a little faster, she was put in his stall for a reason. He enters the arena and of course it’s full of people, he can’t do any serious practice with all these people milling about and he can see Javy and Callie, both riding horses and looking comfortable, which is a big improvement considering Javy had rung him and bitched him out about having to learn to ride a horse after all their years of friendship.

                Oh.

                Bradley’s here.

                Of course he’s here. Jake asked for him. Well, suggested.

                He hadn’t calculated for any of this. Seeing Bradley on a horse, that’s… okay, none of this is a normal reaction and he’s clearly still just as intrigued, obsessed, infatuated… Fucked if he knows. God he wants him. So much. He’s allowed to want him, but he can’t act on that if Bradley isn’t available. Asking is just too… awkward. Blatant. He’s used to other people making the first move, being more interested in him. He’s not sure if the fact that Bradley isn’t or doesn’t seem interested is part of the appeal, but he doesn’t think so. Bradley just being himself, capable and confident just turns him on. A lot. Too much for his own good.

                “Bradley. Hi. You look pretty comfortable.”

                “Jake… Hi. Yeah, she’s a smooth ride.”                 Jake bites back the immediate retort of saying he’ll show him a smooth ride, and god, it’s like he’s in a bar flirting with a guy, rather than at work and needing to be professional. He really needs to get a grip, remind himself he’s here to work. Even if he’s in the one place where he’s the most comfortable, the one place he’s never felt he needed to hide or hold back, he needs to hold himself back from Bradley Bradshaw.

PART EIGHT

#Hangster #Sereshaw #more than movie magic #Top Gun Maverick

[viennacherries]

Also, tummy kisses for Tav x Halsin!

this prompt has a chokehold on me and i thought about writing something nsfw cos ik it'd be hot asf but i am such a sucker for cute comforting stuff

so have some completely sfw loving tummy kisses. very short and sweet but i hope you like it!

reminder i'm accepting requests/prompts! send me an ask if you have a req :)

read this fic on ao3 here

cw for body image issues

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"My heart?"

Halsin's voice from behind you makes you jump, and you turn to face him. His voice and face are laced with concern.

"My heart, what ails you?"

You frown, "nothing, Halsin, it's okay."

He raises his eyebrows and comes to stand beside you where you're analysing yourself in the mirror. As you look back at it, he meets your eyes through the reflection. His eyes soften in understanding.

The last 8 months since the defeat of the Netherbrain have been kind to you. You'd returned to the land around Moonrise towers with Halsin, with the goal of establishing a community there together.

It's truly started to flourish in recent months, which has afforded the both of you the luxury of taking a step back and relaxing.

You think you might be relaxing a bit too much.

"My love, you are as beautiful as the day I met you."

You shake your head. You know he means it, but you still can't find it in yourself to believe him.

You were never skinny before being abducted, but your journey across Faerûn had been one of constant movement. As a result, over the course of your travels, you'd shed a lot of weight. You'd always thought how you looked didn't matter to you, in truth. You were happy as you were.

But now here you are, stood staring at your reflection, coming to the realisation that you've gained back a lot of the weight that you previously lost. The lean muscles across your stomach have dissolved back into your body, giving way to a soft roll of fat that hangs down a little. Your thighs are wider that you can reach your hands around, and you have to hold your head at a very specific angle to avoid a double chin.

It never used to bother you. You hate that it bothers you now.

Halsin's gentle touch on your shoulder pulls you out of your melancholic trance, and you let out a dejected sigh.

"I hate how I look, Halsin. Why do I hate how I look? I'm feel happier now than I've ever felt in my life, but I'm standing here staring at myself wishing I could curl into a ball and disintegrate."

He frowns, "I understand, my love, but you truly should afford yourself more care. This body protects you, shields your vital organs and guards you from harm. You are a work of art made by Silvanus himself, and you are exactly as you were designed to be. There is nothing wrong with you, my heart, in fact the opposite is true. You are beautiful, and radiant, and perfect."

Tears well in the corner of your eyes at his words, and you look down at the floor. "I wish I saw whatever you do when you look at me."

He turns you away from the mirror, towards himself, and holds both of your hands in his. When you don't meet his gaze, he guides your face gently upwards with his finger under your chin. "I see you, exactly as you are. I see nothing more and nothing less. You, exactly as you are now, are beautiful and worthy of love. You are no less beautiful or worthy now than you were when I met you. You must know, I am absolutely enthralled by you; mind, body, and soul. I cherish everything that is you."

As he finishes speaking, he places his hands on your hips and sinks slowly to his knees. He rolls your top up to expose your bellybutton, and with a glance upwards to meet your eyes he places a soft kiss to the skin there. His gaze is full of such passion and emotion that it feels overwhelming, like you're being consumed by his love for you. Tears roll down your face before you have a chance to register them, and as he spots them he places a second, firmer kiss to the roundest point of your stomach. He places a third to the left, over a collection of purple stretch marks that snake around and up from your hips, and then a fourth on their mirror image on your right.

He takes your hands again, and slowly encourages you to kneel with him. When you reach the floor, knees touching, he brings your hands to his face and places a gentle, reverent kiss to them. He leans forward and kisses the trails along your cheeks from your tears, and rests his forehead against yours.

"You are perfect, my heart. Nature makes no mistakes."

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[silent-raven13]

Cosplay Time!

Miles: I'm going with Ganke to another Anime Convention! -to his friends, Gwen and Pav being at his place- I want your guys feedback on my current costume!

Gwen nodded: Sure!

Miles happily went to the bathroom: I'll go change and you can tell me if it's good or not?

Pav: Oh yeah, fashion show! -he claps his hands happily-

Miles went off to change, then Hobie came through the window: Sorry, I'm late, mates. -he looks around to find Miles- Where's Miles?

Gwen pour herself a glass of soda in her cup: He's changing. He's gonna show us his cosplay outfit for the next convention he's going with Ganke.

Pav nodded hugging his stuffed Chopper pillow: Yeah! I bet it's another One Piece cosplay.

Gwen: Ohh, I wonder who he'll be?

Hobie sat on the window seat: Then I'll sit here and wait for him.

Miles: Here I come! -He burst through his room cosplaying as Nico Robin before the time skip, wearing her iconic purple outfit- What do you think? I'm doing a bit cross dressing this time!

Gwen and Pav gasps and awed: Whoooaaa, that outfit is cute!

Miles noticed his boyfriend: Hey bae! Like my outfit for Anime convention? -He smirks doing his posed-

Hobie had a nosebleed. Pav freaks out: Ahh, someone find a tissue!

Then Hobie got two tissues in his nostrils: You look amazing, luv. But you're going with Ganke? -he eyes his Sunflower wearing a short skirt, and revealing chest. All too damn sexy-

Miles posed: Yup! This is the one I'm going with on the first. Me and Ganke planned to do the whole One Piece gang this time! Since last time he did Luffy and I did Zoro!

Gwen asked: Wow, so are ya'll doing all of them?

Miles: Yup!

Pav: What made you wanna cross dress?

Miles: When you're a cosplayer, it's pretty common to dress up as a male or female character. Normally a lot of girls dressed up as boys for their BL ships. Sometimes there's femboys dressing up as cute popular anime girls. I wanted to give it a try! Also me Ganke were betting who would dress up as a girl and I lost, hehehe. -he rubs his neck-

Hobie's eyes darken being jealous: You and Ganke are going together... dressed like that?

Gwen sang: Somebody's jealous!

Miles pouts: Relax, Hobie. We're just cosplaying. Anyway, I got two other ideas. -he went out of the room to change to his other cosplay costumes-

Pav giggles: Miles looks cute! I wish I was bold enough to do that!

Hobie grew jealous: I would prefer if he wore something else.

Gwen giggles: Your just jealous because he's going with Ganke!

Hobie huffs.

Miles pop out wearing an Nami outfit: What do you guys think? I know the wig is cheap, but I met someone that can fix it for me. -He stood wearing Sami's outfit from the Enies Island Arc- I got this one for Nami but another one with her iconic red dress! Ganke is gonna dress up as Sanji.

Pav claps: Ohh, your going for that ship, huh?

Miles: We thought it was a good combo. Though, my thighs rub too much, I might need to wear some biker shorts.

Gwen giggles having a mischievous idea: Wow, you don't want the fans to see your panty shots? I heard a lot of dudes go around looking for cross dressing guys to capture them wearing sexy panties. -Hobie's body stood tensed-

Pav: Ew, people are gross.

Miles pouts: Well, I'm not dressing up to satisfy some weird fetish. I just want to dress up, it's an art form. Cosplaying is about being one with the character you love.

Gwen: Yeah, I get that, but if you wear biker shorts... those guys are gonna be pretty disappointed. -She said a bit persuasive- Imagine all those nerdy perverted weebs wanting their favorite character wearing sexy lace panty, and your just teasing them. They see your skirt and then flips it over to catch a glimpse. Hell, they might even harass you!

Hobie's eyes widen as he stood darkly: That's it. I'm going! -No one gets to fondle his Sunflower-

Miles blinks surprised: HUH! Your going? I thought you didn't like-

Hobie cut him off as he went up to face his boyfriend: No one gets to touch my Sunflower! -His eyes serious- I'm going.

Miles groans: Ohhh, I see. I can take care of myself!

Pav: Oh, I wanna go! I always want to go to a convention!

Gwen: Looks like there's no choice! -She smirks widely- We're going!

Miles: You guys don't even like anime conventions!

Hobie scoffs: So? I'll protect you! I highly doubt Ganke can.

Miles huffs: Fine! But All of you guys are cosplaying as One Piece characters, it's only fair!

Gwen smirks: Ha, I already started watching it so I know who I'm going to be.

Pav nodded: ME TOO!

-At the Anime convention-

Gwen smiles widely dressed as Yamato: Ha! This is gonna be fun! Wow, look at everyone dressing up. -She spotted people dressing up as the Spider Band-

Pavitr dressed up as Chopper: Wow, look at the huge balloon! This is so cool. This convention is different from Anime NYC!

Ganke fixes his glasses dressed up as Sanji: Heh, this convention is new, and much bigger than Anime NYC. Apparently, this one will have many special events and many sponsors.

Gayatri giggles dressed as Deer Mink: I feel so cute! Thanks for inviting me! -She looks at Miles as she wear her own multi-verse watch Hobie made for her-

Miles dressed up as Nico Robin in her purple cowgirl outfit wearing a sparkle purple cowgirl hat: No problem. Luckily I was able to hack and get more tickets without problems. I'm glad the outfit fits you.

Gayatri giggles: I feel cute! -She hugs Pav's arm- Cute couple!

Miles smiles at his boyfriend: What do you think, bae? You like your outfit?

Hobie stood wearing a muted green Kimono with three fake samurai swords dressing up as Zoro. His demeanor really pulled the look off even if he didn't have green short hair. His wicks still bouncy and free forming with light spray dye paint on the tips. HIs punker aesthetics remain on the outfit showing off his edgy style: Hmmm, I should've spray painted this robe.

Miles pouts: Bae, I made that costume! Don't ruin it! Besides, you already look so cool. Everyone is watching you since you enter. Heck, they are taking pictures! -He pointed as people were trying to take photos of Hobie in his Zoro costume- You pulled it off better than me!

One girl came up to Miles: Can we get a photo of you, Robin! You look so cute!

Miles saw his friends: You guys go on ahead! I'll pose a bit.

Gwen: Alright. Come on, guys! Pav wants to see the limited Edition Cat ears!

Pav: Yay! I want the pink one!

Hobie stood with his arms crossed until he noticed another group of people coming up to him: OMG! Can we get pictures! You look so badass!

Hobie: Fine!

The group: HE EVEN ACT SO COOL LIKE ZORO!

Miles stood taking pictures being overwhelmed with so many. It's more people than last time. Cross dressing as Nico Robin had more of popularity that he didn't expect: Heh. Heh. -Nervously posing not sure how long to keep up. He was unaware of a guy behind him-

Hobie's spider sense tingling quickly looking over at a random guy about to get close to Miles: Huh! -His eyes widen-

Miles looks over his shoulder spotting Hobie quickly stopping a random pervert that was about to lift Miles' purple skirt up: Huh, Hobie?

The group gasps: Wow, he even move fast! Dude is actually Zoro!

Hobie tightly grab the guy's hand almost threatening to break it: I would think twice, if I were you, mate?

The guy stood scared and nervous by Hobie's dark glare. Miles turns around being in shock: Ew, what da fuck, man! -He became grossed out by the pervert-

The creep: Hey, let me go!

Miles tug on Hobie's sleeve: Don't hurt him, Hobie. He look like he learns his lesson. Let security handle him.

Hobie scowls: Fine. -he lets go of the creep once a security guard came to take the man away.-

Then the group went to the two to take photos. Miles posed with Hobie: Don't we make a cool duo! -He winks at his punk boyfriend- Do you like cosplaying? -His eyes sparkles knowing Hobie enjoys being Zoro-

Hobie blushes: No. -he lies-

Miles giggles: Awe, well too bad. I like it, it's so much fun cosplaying with you. -He was about to pose by himself until he felt Hobie's hand grabbing his own-

Hobie holds Miles' hand: I don't hate it as long I'm with you. -He let out a small smile at his Sunflower-

Miles smiles widely: I'm glad, bae. -The two hold hands as they continue their day at the convention.-

#punkflower #hobie brown #miles morales #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #spiderverse #miles morales 1610 #hobie x miles #miles x hobie #spider man: across the spider verse #flowerpunk

[storyofmychoices]

Shadows of Hope

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!MC) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow II, Chapter 1 Word Count: ~3,000 Rating: Teen to be safe; emotional hurt (I'm sorry!) Warnings: drinking, depression, hints toward suicidal thoughts A/N: I use dialogue and the setting from chapter 1 in the beginning to set the scene, and then incorporate Daenarya's dream with Mal's at the end.

Synopsis: She was there, and then she was gone. Mal would move heaven and earth to bring her back, but what happens when he can't?

"A toast!" Daenarya's smile widened, filling her face as she lifted a glass toward her friends. This new life of hers would take some getting used to, but she couldn't imagine a better group to experience this journey with. "To beating the Dreadlord."

"To green things and fresh air!" Imtura added, grateful to have escaped the Shadow Realm.

"And sunshine," Nia beamed, basking in the glow and safety of the warm sunlight that streamed into the White Tower palace gardens. The priestess of light might not be serving the temple, but she was going to spend her new freedom experiencing all the world had to offer.

Tyril feigned a frown, though his smile was still visible in the corner of his lips, betraying his stoic nature. "This is ridiculous. You may as well toast to the bees."

"Agreed!" Mal cheered, his jovial spirit soaring high. He was damn proud of the man he had become over the last few months and it was this crew that helped him get there. "To the bees. May they teach Tyril to have a better attitude—" 

The Rogue's laughter roared through the gardens as the traveling crew clinked their glasses together. They had done it. They had done the unthinkable. They had not only defeated the Dreadlord and the Shadow Court, but they had traveled to the Shadow Realm and returned, a feat no one had ever done before them. They also rescued Nia, Kade, a second Nespar, and discovered the Blade of Light. 

The group's spirits were high as they enjoyed the jubilant atmosphere. They didn't know what the future held, but they knew whatever it was they were ready. Together.

But that thought barely had time to glimmer to light, before darkness descended, shattering the revelry.

A swirling purple vortex cuts the serene gardens. Soldiers of the Shadow Realm march out. Mal drew his daggers, Tyril his sword, Imtura her axes, and Nia her light. They would fight and win, they had to. 

But then she came. 

The Dark Elf. 

Before anyone could react, she had seized Daenarya, her grip like an iron vice. With a malevolent grin, she dragged her back into the Realm of Shadows. The room fell into stunned silence. The laughter was gone. The drinks were shattered and spilled on the floor. Their weapons remained clutched in their hands, yet she was gone. The portal sealed shut before them, leaving only their memories that she was ever even there. 

His grasp on his daggers tightened, his muscles straining beneath his armor. This couldn't be how it ends. Not like this. Not without her. 

Mal drew in a long, measured breath. His eyes closed as he paused. The world around him stilled in response. The warm sunlight caressed his cheek. He could hear her whispering in his ear as she pressed a kiss there. The soft breeze from the open window carried the fragrant scent of sweet peas, like the ones he brought for her. His grip on his dagger loosened as he felt her hands over his. She was still there. He exhaled slowly, resheathing his weapons. It was only then that he had heard his friends. 

"You okay, Land Rat?" Imtura questioned, concern lacing her words.

"Mal!" Nia cried, her hands on his shoulder, shaking him back to them.

Tyril's hand moved in front of his face, trying to sense if any dark magic lingered on him. 

Mal snapped back into awareness, taking a step back. "What in the three hells is this?"

Nia wrapped her arms around him, her eyes filled with tears. "You're okay." 

"Of course I am," He responded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

She took a step back, studying his face. Her gaze shifted to Tyril.

"I sense no darkness or magic," Tyril decided. He rested a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Which part?" His tone was snarky, his smile cocky. "The part where we beat the Dreadlord and were celebrating, or the part where my girlfriend was kidnapped by a dark elf?"

"He's fine!" Imtura slapped him on the back. 

"Fine is a relative term," Tyril added skeptically.

"What's wrong with you, Elf Boy." Mal shook his head, his face twisting in confusion. "We're wasting time. Let's raid the armory again and go rescue Daenarya." He marched forward, pushing past his friends. 

"Mal—"

The way the elf said his name would haunt him in ways he couldn't know yet. It was soft. It was pained. It was broken.

"The portal's closed," Tyril explained. "We have no means of opening it again." 

"We have to try," Mal demanded. 

"I'm not saying we won't, but it won't be easy."

"Nothing ever is."

"I know." Tyril's reassuring hand was there on his shoulder again. It was heavier now. "We will not rest until we have rescued her, but rushing into things won't help. We need a plan. We need to research."

"I'm not going to stand here while Daenarya is being tortured and having gods knows what done to her." He pulled his shoulder away. "We are getting her back. One way or another. We are getting her back."

"Aye!" Imtura agreed. "I'm with the land rat."

"Me too," Nia added. "Daenarya risked her life to save mine. I owe her everything."

"Obviously, I am in, as well. It will be a challenge, but one I would be honored to accept with the three of you." 

Mal nodded at his crew. "Then, it's decided. We rescue Daenarya."

"We should check the royal records and library for any information about realm crossing," Tyril offered. 

"I'll check with the temple to see if there is any light magic or rituals that might be of assistance," Nia suggested.

"That leaves you and me, Princess—" Mal's smirk grew as his hope rose. "Weapons and armor. We will need all the tactical help we can get." 

"My kind of duty!" Imtura nodded, giving him a one-time pass on the Princess comment. 

Mal held his head high as they each went off to their tasks. Daenarya wasn't lost to the shadows, not with them readying to rescue her. 

Hours turned into days. 

Days turned into weeks. 

Every lead they found led to failure. 

One defeat after another, smothering their hope a little more with each failed attempt. The once bright light filling their eyes had dulled. Dark circles hung beneath their weary gaze. Lines of exhaustion dug creases across their faces. 

Day after day, week after week, they worked tirelessly to save her, but now it was physically killing them.

Emotionally, they were no better. They were unraveling—fast. The spark of optimism that once fueled their determination now flickered like a dying ember. Frustration lurked beneath the surface. Mal found himself snapping at Imtura over the smallest things, their camaraderie strained by the constant setbacks. Nia, usually a calming presence, had her patience tested as she argued with Tyril over their research and what powers they could harness from the light. 

With each passing day, the bonds that held them together grew more fragile without her. She was the glue that brought them together, and without her... without her, they were just 3 very different people with a common memory.

In the dimly lit room where they gathered to discuss their most recent findings, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension. Mal's jaw clenched as he glanced at Tyril's furrowed brow, and the elf's narrowed gaze showed his growing impatience for the human. Imtura, once the heart of their humor, now responded to jests with a forced smile that failed to reach her eyes. Nia struggled to keep her voice steady as she raised concerns about their dwindling options.

Weeks turned into hopeless months.

The weight of their mission pressed down on them like a relentless storm. It tore them apart until all that remained was the fragments of a group that once was celebrated, but was now pitied and avoided at all costs. 

Mal's gaze darkened, and he snapped at everyone at any word. Nothing was enough. Nothing was right. Nothing was his way. But most of all, nothing brought her back. His burning rage consumed him. He lashed out at his friends who tried to console him, his once-charming demeanor replaced by a bitter and resentful man.

"I shouldn't have ever let Kit convince me friends are anything more than a liability," Mal snapped. "You lot couldn't save yourselves. How could I rely on you? I'll save Daenarya myself." 

The rage in Imtura grew; she drew her ax as he walked away. Her grip on her weapon tightened. No human would speak to her like that and draw another breath.

Tyril stood in her path, a somber expression on his face. He shook her head. "Let him go. He's lost more than the rest of us."

The remaining three agreed to go their separate ways. They'd never give up on trying to rescue her—Daenarya was strong; if anyone could survive the Shadow Realm, it was her. The knowledge brought little comfort. 

As he walked the cold streets of White Tower alone, his gaze fell upon the disgraced temple of light. His jaw clenched as he remembered what he had seen the last time he stepped foot in there. Yet, his feet carried him toward the glimmering building's white steps. He climbed the stairs, one reluctant step after another. Mal had never been a religious man, but he had tried everything else. He promised her he'd try everything, so that meant this as well. 

He fell to his knees at the altar, begging the gods of old, new, and anyone listening to save her. He offered everything he could think of, anything he could use to bargain with them. His soul and his life were among the last. His life didn't matter, hers did. She saved the realm; she got a rag-tag group of misfits to work together. It wasn't them; it was her. Let him be damned but bring her back. Only silence filled the room in response. 

Mal traveled the kingdoms, searching for any religion to turn to, anything to breathe life into the embers of hope that vaguely glowed within him. Without hope, he knew there would be nothing left of him. 

He dragged himself back to the Temple of Ellara, where their journey first began. He fell beneath the statue of Ittar and Bakshi, the two souls that formed one god. The lovers. If anyone would take pity on him, it was them. He cried out, begging and pleading for refuge. The only response was the sound of his sobs echoing in the hallowed halls. 

He was alone.

Daenarya had been taken.

He had pushed his friends away.

The gods had failed him. 

He was alone.

He should have been used to it. Gods know he had spent his life with that feeling, yet this time was different. This time was heavier. Because this time, he knew what it was like to have a family. This time, he knew what love felt like. This time, he knew how it felt to have hope, to trust in a future that might be okay, and to lose it all.

Now, he was alone, and there was no escape from the pit of despair he found himself in.

He didn't remember how he got there. He didn't know how long it had been. All he knew was he was back. Perhaps it was where he was always meant to end up.

Mal retreated into the shadows, seeking solace in the dark, forgotten streets of White Tower. It was a place where no one remembered your name, where he could be as lost as he felt inside. His despair was a suffocating weight, threatening to consume him entirely.

"I tried, Mom," he whispered as he leaned against her grave, a bottle of liquor in his hand. "I tried," he repeated, drinking the remaining liquid. 

His fingers massaged one scar after another. Some were new, most old, and some had even been forgotten. But that was then. That was when she was there to listen to every story, hold his every pain, and share the burdens that shadowed his past. Without her, the pain returned. Every pain he had ever felt, all at once. It was suffocating. It was all-consuming.

"I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to her grave and dragged himself back toward the abandoned building he had been squatting in. His steps were weak as he shuffled down the streets. Every muscle in his body ached. His weathered skin and sunken features made the once infamous White Tower reaper unrecognizable. People scurried in the shadows to avoid passing him. No one dared approach him for fear of what he had become.

With another bottle in hand, he entered a dilapidated building. Forgotten and abandoned, the place reflected his own broken spirit. He collapsed on the floor of his new "home". He couldn't stop the chuckle growing at the word. She was home, but she took it with her, and she was gone. 

He held his dagger in his hands. A beam of moonlight slipping through one of the many holes in the structure glinted on its surface. Was tonight the night? Was this the end? 

His heavy eyes fought to close, his body desperate for sleep. He refused to let himself fall. Sleep meant dreams and, in his case, nightmares. Or, on the rare occasion that nightmares didn't consume him, he was left with only a dark purple vortex, sucking out the last of his life force. There was such little left to give. 

The bottle fell from his grasp, the liquid spilling on the floor as sleep overtook him. Instead of being greeted by the monsters and darkness that had become his only companions, he found her. She was beautiful. Just as she remembered. Her smile stirred the forgotten embers of hope that lingered deep within him. 

His body trembled at the thought of her. He smiled weakly, nervous and uncertain. "What does this mean?" 

Her fingers attempted to thread through his once luscious locks, now dirtied and tangled. Her gaze was soft as she spoke. "It means you can open that orphanage we dreamed of."

His eyes filled with unshed tears. He had forgotten about their dream. The night they had celebrated their victory, the promises they made to one another. "It would be nice to give poor kids a better life than I had. Make it so they don't have to steal to survive."

She nodded, her face beaming with pride. "It's a worthy goal. One might even say a noble one."

"Please. Anything but that." He was far from noble. He was one step above the shadow court themselves. Darkness had consumed almost every part of him.

"And Mal, my Magnificent Rogue, I promise you, no matter what... we'll be together again," her voice was a whisper in his ear—the warmth of her breath a welcomed old friend. 

"Just try not to lead me on any wild goose chases, Kit," he teased, forgetting himself. "You know how Elf Boy feels about geese." His voice was light, and laughter rumbled on his lips for the first time since she was taken. 

Mal leaned in, closing the gap between them. His lips brushed over hers, sparking the flames of hope inside him once more. His body filled with warmth. 

"And you know—" He continued. "I will always find you." 

As he reached to embrace her once more, the vision faded away, leaving him once more surrounded by darkness. He reached for the fallen bottle. Whatever remained at the bottom was better than nothing. 

His hand hovered over the glass container, something stopping him. Her words echoed in his ear. 

We'll be together again. 

Hope. 

For the first time in a long time, he had hope. 

He wanted to believe he could find her still, but he knew he had no other paths to exhaust. So he would do the one thing he knew would keep her alive. Make their dream a reality. He would build their orphanage. He would save the children of White Tower from the fate he and Daenarya had suffered. He would build a better future from the ashes of the world that had forgotten them. 

His hope turned to determination. If he was going to remain in this world without Daenarya, he would make it better—a world deserving of someone as kind and brilliant as her.

Moment by moment, day by day he poured his grief and his love into that building. It became a testament to his devotion to the woman who had made him a better man. 

With each nail he drove into the walls, and with every floorboard he replaced, he whispered her name. He imagined her smile, her laughter, and the dreams they had shared. It was as if she was there with him, guiding his hands. He could still hear her whispering his name beside him.

Sooner than he could have imagined, in the heart of the slums of White Tower, a run-down, forgotten building transformed into a home. Their home, if only in spirit. Though quiet now, soon, he hoped, the rooms would teem with laughter and light-hearted squabbles of children he could rescue in his orphanage. The place would be one of love and hope. He would tell stories of the woman who saved the realm and who saved him in doing so. He would make sure her light lived on in this realm. If anyone deserved to be remembered, it was her. 

"For you," he whispered as his fingers ran over the sign reading "Mal's Orphanage". Beneath the name, in smaller lettering, read "no longer forgotten". He wouldn't forget her. He wouldn't forget the man he became because of her, and most of all, he would make sure the children he rescued were never forgotten. He would show them a better life, a beautiful life filled with the most powerful magic he had ever learned from Daenarya—love and hope. With those two things, the world would never descend to darkness again. 

A/N #2: This is not edited, my heart broke writing it and I can't bear to read it back right now. I hope you enjoy it, despite how painful it is. My heart is absolutely broken from the first chapter back. Mal's struggle with his grief as he goes through the stages.

I'm going to create a new masterlist for Blades 2 because I'm going to keep my orphanage as my personal canon timeline from Book One. Book 2 stories will be an AU. I know that makes no sense, but to me, my orphanage will always be my personal favorite place and my canon.

#mal volari #mal volari x mc #mal volari x oc #malarya #daenarya #mal x daenarya #blades of light and shadow #bolas #choices #playchoices #choices game #choices book club #fan fiction #lovealexhunt #mal's orphanage #the orphanage #blades 2 #bolas 2 #blades of light and shadow 2 #dani cries over blades 2 #dani plays blades 2 #september2023 #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: alcohol

[fandomnsfw]

Changes  Epilogue - Scott McCall x Reader

Paring: Scott x Reader

Prompt: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur 

Warning: Labor and stuff... 

And a BIG thank you to my Beta who did this even though she wasn’t feel well! @lets-imagine-fanfics

Last Chapter! I hope youuuu enjoy!!

Pictures for this ending!

*****

It’s been months since you and Scott had complete the bond. Working out how it worked had been a task but you’d finally managed, with the help of Deaton to find out all the perks and downsides. You were currently sat in the school cafeteria with the pack.

The perks of being true mate are, you can speak to each other through thoughts, however, it does require concentration. Another perk is you can channel Scott’s True Alpha power if you need to, though you had only done it once and that was because Liam and Jackson had been fighting and bitching while everyone was trying to train and you’d had just about enough.  

Your eyes had changed colour after the bonding, which you found strange. Once you’d ask Deaton, he’d explained that an Alpha’s mate also known as a Luna, should have similar eyes to omega's except the blue is a lot darker. However, as a true mate, the most submissive wolf of the two gains the ability to channel the stronger wolfs power there for mixing the eye colours together.  

So the result was pinky-purple eyes. Personally, you found it weird but Scott always went on to say that you had unique eyes and that they were beautiful. Derek actually agreed, apparently, he thought to have eyes like yours meant you were special and being special was never a bad thing.  

Your bond with the pack had grown through the past few months. The younger teens of the group now came to you for help or advice despite the fact that you are actually the newest wolf of the group.  

“Liam, get your ass of your brother before I decide you're not too god damn old for time out!” You snapped as you sat down with your glass of orange juice.  

“Sorry, mom!” Liam answered back cheekily, knowing it pissed you off.  

Melissa strolled into the room with a coffee and her work clothes on. She and Scott had recently been talking about moving into the Hale house permanently mainly because bills were too much and Scott wanted his mom not the work so much.

She sat next to you and held out her cup for you. You took it with a grateful smile but as the scent of the coffee hit your nose full force you began gagging. Melissa and Scott frowned as she followed you to the bathroom. She held back your hair as you threw up everything from this morning.

“Honey, are you okay?” She asked softly, stroking your face as you sat up with tears in your eyes.  

“This is the second time this week…” You muttered fearfully the only thought crossing your mind is that you caught some sort of fucked up werewolf disease.

“Y/N! BABY! YOU OKAY? I CAN FEEL YOUR PAIN AND SADNESS!” Scott screamed as he skidded down the hall before backtracking to see you sat there next to the toilet.

“Again?” He asked with concern lacing his voice.  

You shot him a nod as Melissa muttered to wait here before running downstairs. Scott bent down to hold you tightly against his chest as he muttered words of comfort. Melissa ran downstairs to see Chris and Derek were the only ones in sight.  

“You two!” She yelled as she pointed at them both. They looked up in shock before nodding and the same time.

“Go to the store and get loads of pregnancy tests!” She demanded with wide eyes.  

“Melissa don’t tell me yo-”

“Christopher Argent I went through menopause two years ago. Your sperm ain’t that magical.” Melissa sassed, cocking her hip to one side.

“So who?” Derek asked with amusement in his tone.  

“Chris doesn’t have super sperm but turns out my son might! GOOOOO I WANNA KNOW IF I’M GONNA BE A GRANDMA!” She yelled impatiently. Chris and Derek’s eyes widened as they took in what you said before they started scrambling about like getting that test was now their only goal in life.  

“Why is Der spazzing out like he switched places with me?” Stiles asked as he came into the room with Peter.  

“I think Y/N's pregnant.” Melissa puttered before telling them to keep it quiet.  

“OH MY GOD! YES!” Stiles screamed before glancing at Peter. He held out his fist and unexpectedly, Peter gave him a fist bump.

Five minutes later Chris and Derek ran in sweating and panting with two carrier bags. Melissa grabbed a plastic cup from the kitchen before making her way upstairs. She hid the tests in her room before taking the cup the bathroom.

“Sweetie, can you pee in this cup, please? I know it’s gross but I need to run a few tests and this is the easiest way.” You gave her a nod before she and Scott left leaving you to do what she asked. After you’d done she took the sample and walked to her room leaving you and Scott to worry.

Melissa dipped about 20 pregnancy tests in the sample before putting the lids on the end and waiting. She turned her back not wanting to watch but all the same wanting to watch every second. After she looked at her watch for what seemed to be the millionth time she finally deemed it time. She spun around and stared down processing what she was seeing.

There laid 20 pregnancy test and every single one was positive. Melissa tried to contain her excitement as she ran to yours and Scott’s bedroom you now shared. She was panting and had a giant smile on her face as she reached the door.  

“There is nothing wrong. You’re perfectly healthy just like a werewolf should be.” She said as she took a breath to calm down.  

“So why do I keep throwing up?” You asked with a frown.

“It’s nothing bad just you might wanna start eating a little more and coming to see me for check-ups.” Melissa gave you a small smile but her response made you worry even more. If nothing was wrong why would you need to go for check-ups? That’s when it clicked.  

Nothing wrong = This is good news

Eat more = Eating for two

Check-ups = Ultrasounds

“OH. MY. GOD. SCOTT MCCALL, YOU ARE DEAD!” You screamed as you launched at him with glowing pink eyes.  

“WHAT WHY!?” He screamed as he ran out the bedroom with you running after him.

“YOU AND YOUR DICK ARE DEAD!” You screamed as he ran downstairs in the living area where Peter, Derek, Stiles and Chris were sat.  

“WHAT THE HELL DID MY DICK DO!?” He squealed as you tried to hop over the couch to get to him but missed him by a hair.

“Y/N! Be careful!” Melissa scolded causing you to stop and realise, this wasn’t just your body anymore it was a shield that was protecting another life so you had to treat it differently.  

“Why am I being chased?!” Scott panted as he looked at his mom and mate.  

“I’m pregnant, dumbass.” You muttered a blush working its way to your face. Unlike how you imagined this moment to go later in life it was different. You didn’t have time to think about the usual stuff. Would Scott leave you? Would he make you abort? Does he even want kids? because as soon as you said it Scott picked you up with a giant smile.  

“Really?!” He asked as he stared into your wide eyes.

“Y-Yes at least that’s what I figured Melissa meant.” You glanced at her with wide eyes before she gave you a nod.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna be a Dad!” Scott chuckled his face lighting up like you’d never seen.  

“I thought it was the Moms who glowed during pregnancy, not the Dads?” You snorted before glancing at Melissa.

“No actually the Dads are glowing and the Moms always look like zombies. The back pain, the boob pain, the feet swelling, the throwing up, the eating of weird shit. You name it.” Melissa shot you a sinister grin and suddenly you felt the urge to kill your baby daddy.  

After 20 seconds you had Scott on the floor standing on his chest with one foot. When the front door opened you glanced over to see the Sheriff and shot him a sarcastic smile to let him know you were pissed.  

“Why is Scott being punished?” The Sheriff snorted as he stood and glanced down at Scott who sent him a wave.  

“I dunno should I tell him Scott? He is basically my Dad after all!” You growled as you applied for pressure to Scott’s chest earning a wince from him.

“Tell me what?” The Sheriff muttered with a glare quickly making it way to his face as he glanced at Scott.

“Papa if you’d be so kind as to hand me your gun first before I tell you that would be great.” You asked sweetly but he immediately passed his gun to you.  

“I’m pregnant.” Was all you said, before stepping away from Scott, with a smile on your face.

“I’m gonna be a grandad?” You gaped at the man who you classed as your father confused to why he wasn’t killing Scott.

“OH MY GOD! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS HAVING A HARD TIME ACCEPTING THIS?!” You screamed before storming up the stairs, placing your ‘Dads’ gun on the table near the front door before you went.

You stormed into Lydia’s room without knocking which resulted in a naked Aiden falling off the bed and a naked Lydia sighing. They both looked at you and kept their mouths closed before they began getting dress.  

“Honey, what happened?!” Lydia asked as she sat on the bed waving at you to come over. You glanced up at her from the door, tears streaming as you finally spoke up.

“I’m pregnant.” Aiden gasped whereas Lydia opened her arms and you ran into them.  

She held you as you cried never saying congrats or this is good news. She just held you and right now that is what you needed. Aiden moved to close the door before sitting back down and stroking your back.  

“I know its scary baby girl but listen to me when I say this.” She pulled you away and cupped your cheeks.  

“You will be a great mother.” That was the only thing you needed before you broke down completely.  

“You are not like your mother. You are kind and you’re fearless and above all else, you always protect your family. I know you’re scared and I know you want to run baby but right now I need you to think about your child. I know you’re 18 and haven’t even finished high school yet but I also know if anyone can do this…it’s you.” She whispered into your hair as you clung to the other girl. Suddenly Aiden shocked you into sitting up by speaking.

“This child will never go unloved or want for anything. We’re your family and we’re here to help you. No matter what Y/N.” You and Aiden always took the piss out of each other and teased one another but you had a bond that not many others could ever understand. He stared into your eyes, letting you know he was sincere and you gave him a small smile that screamed thank you.  

“I think you should go and talk to Scott.” Lydia stated as she looked at you with a smile. You gave her a nod before drying your eyes and making your way downstairs to find Scott.  

You found him sat in the living room with the other as his teeth worried as his bottom. He looked up before rushing over to you and hugging you so tightly. In that moment you knew you could do this because your family would never leave you and would always believe in you.  

….

“Lydia, I really don’t think we need a designer pram…” You muttered as you strolled through the shops with Derek, Lydia, Peter and Stiles.  

“Maybe, but it’s the first pack baby and if we need to we can put it in the attic for when another pack member has a baby.” Lydia argued as she glanced at Derek.  

“I hate to say it but I actually agree with Lydia.” Derek grunted as he glanced around the prams. You looked around and spotted a pure white pram that stood out to you. You strolled over to it but as you tried to check the price tag Peter grab your wrist and nodded to the Derek. Derek turned to the sales-person with a smile and handing over his card.  

“Peter! I wanna check the price first!” You snapped angrily but he just shook his head and began dragging you out the shop. The next shop was for clothes which you dread because you had yet to tell anyone but Scott, Melissa and your Dad the sex of the baby.  

“Right you’re gonna have to tell us the sex or this is gonna be difficult.” Lydia sighed as she glanced and the expensive multi-designer brand baby shop.

“Girl.” You muttered quietly but you knew she’d heard you when her and Stiles let out a scream before running off.

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell her. Now she’s gonna buy so many clothes that are desi-” You looked to your side to see Derek and Peter had disappeared and were now cooing at baby Gucci dresses.

“Seriously!” You huffed before walking over to Derek.

“Do you not think it’s weird for a teen mom to have baby Gucci and baby Chloé?” You muttered as you approached Peter and Derek who was picking up a baby Chloé pink winter coat.  

“Nope, not when she has Hales as uncles.” Peter sassed earning a glare from you.

“I like this Gucci pinafore dress with this white shirt.” Stiles grinned as he approached you with a tartan pinafore dress and a white long sleeved shirt that had a lacy collar.  

“That is so cute!” You squealed as Lydia approached you with wide eyes.

“Christian Louboutin started doing baby shoes!” Lydia gasped as she pointed towards the large shoe section. She knew if there was one brand you couldn’t deny it was Louboutin’s.  

After shopping for a while long your feet started hurting so you decided to get the rest of the stuff online. Derek, Peter and Stiles carried in all the bags containing designer clothes and shoes with proud smiles on their faces.  

Peter had seen a princess hanging canopy that could go above the cot and insisted his little niece needed it even though you tried to deny it Peter bought it anyway. You sat down on the couch where Melissa and Chris were sat, letting out a loud sigh.  

“Oh my god!” Erica screamed as she held up the Gucci floral dungarees and white curved collared shirt.  

“It’s a girl!” She screamed as she fumbled through all the clothes with Melissa and Allison.  

“Welcome back. How are my Queen and Princess doing today?” Scott cooed as he walked into the living area. You chuckled as you stroke your large stomach.  

“Uncle Peter and Uncle Derek spent lots of money on you today didn’t they Princess.” You giggled softly, earning a kick from your little girl.  

“I can see…” Scott sighed as he stared at all the designer bags.

“Hey, stop it.” You scolded as he frowned.  

“I just wish I could buy her all this stuff…” Scott muttered as he looked through the bags.  

“Baby, she doesn’t need Gucci clothes or Louboutin’s from you…She needs your love.” You chuckled softly as you leant down to leave a soft loving kiss on his lips. You pulled back with wide eyes and glanced at Derek.

“How much was this sofa?” You asked Derek with a worried frown.  

“A lot.” He grumbled with a confused frown.

“You could totally afford another one, right?” You chuckled with a blush on your face.

“I mean yeah if I ne-Why?” His eyes narrowed as he scanned over you until he saw the wet patch on the sofa.  

“Did your…” Derek’s eyes widened as he glanced at you in panic.  

“What’s that smell?” Scott asked with a frown as the other wolves sniffed at the air.

“DID YOUR WATER JUST BREAK!?” Derek screamed clearly freaking out.

“MELISSA!!!!” Chris screamed as he started running around and grabbing the birthing bag you’d pack less than a week ago.  

“What!?” Melissa yelled as she ran down the stairs.

“MY WATER JUST BROKE!?” You screamed, watching as her eyes widened.

Everyone was running around calling Deaton, making sure they didn’t forget anything as Scott sat there in shock, holding your hand. You threw your head back and let out a pained filled growl as you felt Scott’s hand breaking under your hold.

Not 10 minutes later, Deaton bust through the door, medical bag in hand and eyebrows raised in urgency. He instructed Scott to carry you to the bed, as he followed quickly. You wished you could go to a hospital but as Deaton had said a few months ago. You are likely to shift if you're in pain, so you couldn’t go to a hospital.

Suddenly Liam ran into the room with his dad following him. You stared at him like he’d gone crazy before Liam’s stepdad stared at you.  

“I’m gonna have questions after this but right now we need to get this baby out safely!” Liam’s dad screamed before turning to Melissa.

“I need hot water and towels.” He ordered quickly before rolling up his sleeves.  

“Scott, I need you to take a deep breath and focus. Deaton do you have the stuff I’d need to do this?” Liam’s dad asked as he nodded to Deaton medical bag.  

“I have gloves and few bits and pieces in case we need to cut. She has supernatural healing and the wolves can take her pain that’s all you’ll need. Epidural won’t work on her.” Deaton stated as he checked your vitals.  

“Got it. Scott and Liam that’s your job.” He instructed earning a serious nod from both boys.  

Melissa ran in with towel while Derek followed in with a large bowl of hot water. Liam’s dad lifted up a pair of scissors and began cutting off your jeans knowing that right now it was urgent. Melissa threw a blanket over your bottom half to cover your dignity before bending your legs up and giving you a smile.

“Scott McCall, this is all your fault!” You screamed as you felt another contraction happening.  

“She’s 9cms already!” Liam’s dad yelled as he glanced at Deaton with wide eyes.

“Her water only broke 25 minutes ago!” Melissa screamed as she dabbed the sweat off your forehead.  

“Well apparently, this baby doesn’t care!” Liam’s dad yelled back as he looked at Scott and Liam with a nod.  

“Derek I need you to take over a minute.” Scott groaned as he collapsed to the floor in pain.  

“What’s wrong with your son, Melissa?” Liam’s dad sighed as he looked at Scott.

“Unlike most men, Doc, he’s actually feeling her pain. It’s a werewolf thing.” Melissa snorted as she let Chris take her son out the way.  

“Derek Hale, this m-might be a bad time to ask and I-I’m not religious b-but I’d be happy if you’d be the godfather.” You stuttered softly as he and Liam took your pain.  

“I’d be honoured Y/N but first let’s get you through this okay?” He muttered gently as he stroked your hair.

“Okay, I need you to push! SCOTT, GET IN HERE!” Liam’s dad yelled with urgency.  

The pain was unreal, causing you to scream but Scott held in his scream of pain and chose to peck your temple. His hand running through your hair softly.

“Come on baby, you can do it.” He whispered, his breathing as heavy as yours.  

“You know you can cut off the pain channelling. You don’t need to feel this too…” You whispered as you got a second to breathe.  

“We’re in this together baby if you have to suffer to birth our baby girl, then so will I.” Scott stated with a dopey lopsided grin.  

“I love you.” You stated before Liam’s dad told you to push again. Suddenly everything else disappeared as you heard a scream. You look up to see the Doctor holding your baby with a smile.  

“Congratulations it’s a baby girl.” He stated before he turned to Melissa and asked her to cut the cord. Everyone crowded around the room and the bed, sniffling and cheering as they all welcomed the newest pack member.  

At that moment you knew there was nothing you’d change your life for.

Part 7 <-

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[diorleclerc]

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫

author’s note - i also have a sfw version for carlos coming out soon :)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

lots of cuddles and kisses. i feel like he would like talking after too. he’d be cracking little jokes to make you smile and laugh. and also telling you how much he loves you too.

b = body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

he loves your thighs!! he loves when you wrap them around his head while he’s between them, tongue lapping away at your pussy. and when you wrap them around his waist to push his cock even deeper inside you.

but he also loves laying on them as you play with his hair.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

inside, always. he loves filling you up. he seems like he might have a breeding kink too.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he always keeps a pair of your panties in his suitcase when he’s away from you. the first time you gave him a pair, you snuck them into his suitcase as a surprise and he ended up winning the race that weekend.

so from that weekend on, he continued to ask for a pair of your panties every race weekend as his good luck charm.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

oh he’s experienced. he knows exactly how to make you feel euphoric and amazing. he knows your body like the back of his hand.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary but with your legs wrapped around his waist. he loves how much deeper he’s inside you with that angle.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think he’d be more serious during the moment but definitely more goofy during aftercare.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not completely bare but trimmed and tidy.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

superrrr intimate. always whispering praise into your ear. telling you things like “you look so beautiful taking my cock princesa” and “you’re doing so well, baby”

always checking in on you to make sure you’re okay and you like everything he’s doing too.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

back to the panties thing. he definitely uses your panties to jack off when he’s away from you.

he loves the feeling of the soft lace around his cock. he would send you pictures of them covered in his cum too 🤤

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

he likes marking you up with hickeys. he loves seeing the little purple marks littered across your skin.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s down to fuck anywhere but his favorite has to be when you’re riding him in his car.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it doesn’t take much to turn him on to be honest. he’d be turned on by anything and pretty much everything that you do.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

gags. i don’t think he’d like gagging you. he likes hearing all the pretty noises you make for him so he’d never gag you.

however, he does use his fingers to muffle your moans sometimes. that’s the only way he’d ever cover up your moans.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

definitely prefers giving. have you seen his tongue? he definitely knows how to use it to make you see stars.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

most of the times it’s slow and sensual. he likes to take his time with you.

but after a bad race or if you were acting bratty? yeah he’s gonna be rough and ruin you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he prefers spending more time with you but there are times where he just needs you right away and will pull you into the bathroom or have you ride him in his car.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down to experiment but not with anything too crazy. maybe some light bondage or new positions to see what you guys like but that’s pretty much it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

two rounds, maybe three. and he can last pretty long. if you were being a brat, he could tease you for hours.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys. i think he’d prefer to make you feel good on his own, using his fingers, mouth and his cock.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease you as much as you tease him. you’re the one who’s always instigating things, trailing a hand up his thigh or whispering some dirty words in his ear.

but there have been times where he surprises you by giving you a taste of your own medicine.

something like “if you don’t stop teasing me, i won’t make you cum for the rest of the week princess.”

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

veryyyy loud and vocal. you’ll definitely be hearing lots of noises from him when you’re in bed together. lots of groans, grunts and growls.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

carlos’ lips were busy sucking marks onto your inner thighs while you whines for him to move them to your pussy.

“come on princess, you know whining isn’t gonna get you what you want. tell me what you really want and i’ll give it to you,” he says, biting your thigh softly before soothing it with his tongue.

“carlos please,” you continue to whine, trying to wiggle your hips but he just pins them down. “please what, baby?”

“i want your tongue,” you whine. “and where do you want my tongue?” he asks, continuing to mark up your inner thighs as his kissed his way up your body.

“here?” he asks, kissing your stomach up to your tits where he’d leave a few more hickeys. “or here?” he continues as he sucks on your nipple.

“carlos,” you whine. “come on baby, just tell me where you want my tongue,” carlos coos at you.

“my pussy! please, i need your tongue in my pussy!” you finally let out and he moves his head back down between your thighs.

“now was that so hard?” he asks before diving into your pussy, eating it like a starved man, bringing you to as many orgasms as you wanted, only caring about your pleasure.

the next day, as you’re getting ready, you finally notice all of the purple marks he left on your skin.

“carlos!” you yell at him and he runs into the room, worried that something had happened.

“what’s wrong baby?” carlos asks as he saw the glare on your face. “what’s wrong? look at me! i look like i got attacked by leeches!” you exclaim, pointing at all the marks on your neck, chest and thighs while he just had a smug look on his face.

“you look so pretty covered in my marks though,” he grins. “in fact…” he starts as he moves behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“why don’t i give you some more?”

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

very thick and veiny. that’s all i have to say about this.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

oh it’s high for sure. it doesn’t take much for him to want to bend you over and fuck you.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’d fall asleep after you do. playing with your hair and whispering soft words of praise until you’re asleep. a lot of “you did so well for me, baby” and definitely a lot of i love you’s

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[akkkkollle]

Um, maybe sex with Ran? That concept when Rindo cheated on you, well, he just happened to be there and you started dating and then Rindo finds you and realizes that he has lost, but it's too late?? (there are just a lot of them fanfic with Ran, and I want to with Rindo)

Pairing: Ran × M!Reader (base) , Rindo × M!Reader.

Cw: Angst to smut to angst, hair pulling, humiliation (both sexual and not), teasing, a little masochism at the end (?).

- Well, firstly I'm back, and secondly I love a little angst too much, so I think I got carried away. But enjoy, I think!

You sigh, closing the door behind you, you unzip your jacket, as you hear some muffled sounds. You, without taking off your shoes, go to the room where the sounds come from and look into the crack of the room. You just laugh bitterly, seeing the picture in front of you and turn around, closing the door behind you. Coming out of the entrance of the house, you sit on the curb, looking at a puddle on the road.

You've been thinking for a long time that he might be cheating on you. And you were thinking of coming back and having a skanadal, but why would you humiliate yourself, hmm? Just take it and write to him that you are breaking up and you will pick up things a little later. You did so, your hand slid over the keyboard of the folding phone, typing the phrase "We're breaking up, have fun with your bitch further." You sigh again when a hysterical laugh escapes from your throat, followed by a quiet laugh, and then tears. Your head is resting on your hand, and your fingers are playing with the laces on your sneakers. A figure looms in front of you, but you don't pay attention, still crying and occasionally laughing at your stupidity. Someone's hand is pulling your hair, forcing you to look up.

- M/n, what happened? - the question is asked by a person who is blurred in your eyes because of tears, but you recognize these two-tone braids.

- Ran, he... He cheated on me. - you speak in a surprisingly monotone, although tears are still pouring from your eyes.

- Eh? He what? - his purple eyes widen as he processes the information. - Maybe you shouldn't sit here? Let's go.

You didn't resist when you felt him pulling you by the hand and leading you somewhere. You look up into the room where the light is still on. Into a room that was once yours. You are pulled back by the hand and the disapproving, restless look of the elder Haitani. To be honest, you don't know how long you walked, you just looked at your feet all the way and occasionally forward at the figure of a shorter guy when he squeezed your hand so that you hurry up. A door slammed behind you pulled you out of your thoughts.

- Well? How are you? - he asked, not looking at you, taking off his boots and you followed his example, also taking off your shoes.

- I am... I don't know, but what should I feel? - There was an irony in your voice that made Ran sigh.

- I don't know either, but...  - He shifted his gaze to the sofa. - Sit there and wait.

You shrugged, sitting down on a soft sofa, which was clearly more comfortable than asphalt. Your back leaned back, and your head rose to the ceiling. Looking at this ceiling, you began to think about all the moments that hinted at his betrayal. And honestly... There were quite a few of them. Maybe you just didn't want to believe in all this? Everything is possible. But now it's reality, you've seen and heard everything yourself. And a cold hand on your shoulder is proof of this.

- Here you go. Have a drink, it should calm you down. - he gave you a cup of steaming tea and sat down next to you, mindlessly switching channels to TV.

You inhaled the fragrance, smelling lavender. How nice, tea to calm down. But weren't you calm? The drop that fell into the cup refuted your thoughts, and with a sigh, you began to drink. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the younger guy's lips part in a smile. And you quickly drank it all, putting the cup on the coffee table.

-I'm causing trouble, am I? - you ask, looking at the wall.

- Of course not. Why do you think so? - Ran's eyes widen and he puts down the remote, putting his hand on your shoulder.

- I'm just trying to figure out why he cheated on me. Maybe I'm bad at something? Obsessive? Stupid? Ugly? Or maybe something else... - silence fills the room when Ran turns off the TV.

The only light source in the room is the light coming through the window. But it was about 2 a.m. outside. So you were sitting in almost total darkness. You look at him, surprised to find that he is looking at you. And maybe you were just fooled by the darkness, but he clearly had a little blush.

- Ran? - the sound of your voice makes him flinch, pulling him out of his thoughts.

You suddenly feel a weight on your lap, and then you feel the touch of someone else's lips on your own. You open your mouth in shock, allowing the elder Haitani to put his tongue in your mouth. He hums contentedly, feeling how you respond to his kiss. You take him by the shoulders, pushing him away from your lips.

- Mmm, you're a great kisser. - he says with a laugh. - But still, don't say that. You're insanely handsome, you know? And smart, too. And not obsessive at all. I love you for a reason, you know?

Your eyes widen and you feel the hands on your shoulders tighten slightly. Is he nervous? How unlike him. A chuckle escapes from your mouth as your hand slides down his cheek.

- I... - you bite your lip, looking at your knees, and then looking up. - I think we can try.

He happily presses his lips to yours, snuggling closer to you, pulling the hiss out of your mouth when he just giggles. You pull him back by his braid, causing him to moan softly.

-You little bitch, Ran. - you say sarcastically.

- I know. Maybe you'll pull my hair under different circumstances. - and as if on command, you take him in your arms, carrying him to his room, pressing your lips to his.

A soft hiss escapes from Rindo's mouth as he opens the door, finally entering the apartment. He goes to his room, connecting the discharged phone to charging, sitting on the bed, and flipping through the messages with a yawn, watching the message from you with surprise. He looks at his watch it's almost 3 o'clock in the morning. Where do you go? He opens the message and the phone immediately falls on the bed, and tears appear in his eyes. He immediately runs out of the room, heading for his brother's room. But just touching the handle, his hearing catches the high moan of his brother.

- Found the fucking time to fuck with someone. - he whispers, while tears begin to flow from his eyes.

He was about to turn around, but his ears caught another moan from his brother. The moan of your name. He... Moaning your name? He presses his ear to the door, listening to the dialogue.

- Ah, damn I-it, M/n! So rude, mh..! - says Ran, turning his head to you with a mocking smile, feeling how you pull his hair even harder.

-But you asked for it, didn't you? - you whisper, clinging to his neck, biting it, pulling out a satisfied moan from him.

- B-but still let's slow down, I thought you were much smaller, d-dear, ah. - another satisfied moan escapes from his throat when you touch his prostate.

- You think too much, bitch, in the end you need to learn to accept it, since we're dating now? - he just nods with a sob escaping his lips when he feels your hand cupping his nipple.

Rindo's heart sinks the moment he hears your whisper. Your pleasant, low whisper that you once bestowed on him. You're dating now... With his brother. Except he got a guy they both liked, not his brother. But he lost it, it's his own fault. His body became heavier, and he accidentally pressed the door handle, thereby lowering it down and opening the door.

Your boyfriend makes an "ow" when he looks somewhere behind you. You turn your head and see this blonde head with a few blue strands. You are in awkward silence for a few seconds, but it ends when Ran squeezes you, which makes you growl.

- Rindo, what do you need, huh? - you ask, looking at Ran, who only winks.

-You... him... Both of you... Are you dating? - he squeezes out.

-Yes, but it's your own fault, Rindo. Don't mess with any whores. What were you missing with me, huh? - your hand slides to Ran's waist, taking your dick out of his ass and letting go of his hair, making him whine.

- You... I don't know, I was just too happy that something got to me and not him and I just... - he still didn't understand what he was saying..

- And decided to cheat on me? Get out of here, Rindo. I don't want to see you. - you say, still not looking at him.

He closes the door, grabs his jacket, quickly puts on his sneakers and runs out into the street, slamming the door. You finally look at the place where he was standing, but you didn't feel any remorse, you were even glad that he found out.

You sigh, feeling like you are being knocked down on your back and looming over you. He just grins mockingly, and you look at him menacingly. Your hands fall on his ass, inserting your dick into him again. A moan of pleasure escapes from his mouth, and his hands clench on your chest, forming red stripes on your skin.

And a moan of pain escapes from someone's chest, and his hands slide only on the brick wall, which he beat a few seconds ago, trying to relieve the pain. He realized that he was not crying from losing to his brother. And from lost feelings. He understood that Ran loves you and you care about him too. But he loved you too... But he lost you. And he will never forgive himself for that. Only the tears flowing down his face were his companion then. Now you're happy. But not him.

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[houseofthescrolls]

Midnight Rain

Daemon Targaryen x Reyna Targaryen (OC)

You were my midnight rain

- Angst - Slowburn - Fluff

Pt 1

Love… Love. Love. Love. What a cruel thing the gods could give us.

I burn for you

You promise?

I promise my flame

I love you Daemon

And I you

Fifteen years since I have stepped foot in my father’s kingdom. Fifteen years I have been without the aid of my father, sister, Alicent, and my uncle. Though I shared letters with my father and Alicent, I have worked hard on my own to gain the crown upon my head. But, I wasn’t alone either, for I had my son.

“Do you think they will be furious to see me?” I spoke my worries to my son.

His white hair reached above his shoulders, half braided back with strands falling lose to accent his purple eyes.

“I don’t see why they would. You had every right to leave after what that beast did.” Viserys muttered cruelly.

“Just remember please.” I grabbed onto his arm and leaned to his ear to whisper, “They do not know you are from him. I do not know what would happen if they found out.”

He nodded and I gave him a smile. I gave him a quick hug before regaining my regal stance.

“Now shoulders back, chin up and let’s give them an entrance to remember.” I turned to the guards motioning for them to open the doors that let to a room I would eat at constantly when I was young.

My dress, as white as the snow cascaded along my skin like silk as diamond drilled like tears along the intricate and silver lace. My crown sat upon my wavy dark locks as if it was made of the sharpest ice crystals.

“Your highness, Queen Reyna and her son Prince Viserys have arrived.” The knight announced before stepping back to his post.

I made my strides towards my father, my face made of stone and my eyes made of purple flames, “Father.”

A smile broke out upon his face as he cheered, “My lovely daughter has returned!” He struggled to stand and I quickly made way to give him a long overdue hug.

He smiled pulling me back arms length and looking at the crown upon my head, “And as a Queen no doubt.”

I motioned for a servant to bring in the silver platter which held a bloody crown, “I have come with a gift.”

“And what might that be?” He asked directing his gaze to the crown that now sat on the table.

“I have brought you the crown that once belonged to a tarnished king.” I motioned to the crown before looking directly at my once king, “I have also brought peace between your kingdom and mine.”

He was quiet for only a moment before he nodded, “I have heard what you have done to prosper the Kingdom of Nox. I am very proud of you my daughter.”

“Thank you father.” I smiled softly before turning to the rest of the family, “I see that there are new faces joining our bloodline since the last time I was here.”

“Ah yes!” My father laughed and clapped his hand to resume the gentle music playing, “We have been quite busy. Fifteen years has been a long time.”

“Quite.” I agreed my smile growing at seeing my old friend, “Alicent.”

“Reyna.” She met me in a warm embrace, “Gods know how much I have missed you around. Letters have done little to ease the distance of my friend.”

“Well I was the life of the party.” I joked pulling away, “I deeply apologize for not visiting sooner, but I would love for all of you to meet my son, Prince Viserys.”

“A name fitting for a king. It is lovely to finally finally meet you my grandson.” My father pulled him into a warm hug.

“And I would like you to meet my children Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond.” Alicent introduced her three children.

“I know we don’t know each other, but I hope in time you will see me as a sister for I already see you as my siblings.” I smiled at the three.

“As long as you sneak me some ale then fine by me.” Aegon lifted his glass.

“Love is never lost, only blood sheds tears.” Helaena murmured.

Aemond gave me a nod in hesitant acceptance.

“Sister.” A voice I haven’t heard in years called out and I turned to find her standing.

“Rhaenyra.” I greeted her quietly.

I refused to bring my gaze down to the ring shining on her hand. Neither would I look at the man sitting beside her. He had yet to say a word and I prayed to the heavens that he wouldn’t.

“Congratulations.” I motioned to her ring, “Apologies for not being able to attend though the invitation was kind.” I said barely being able to contain the real curses I held for them both.

“Thank you. I’d like for you to meet my children as well.” She motioned to the four sitting at the table, “These are my sons, Jacaerys and Lucerys and these are Daemon’s daughters, Baela and Rhaena. Though I treat them all as my own.”

“I love your name.” I smiled at Rhaena who returned my smile, “It is lovely to meet all of you. I will try to be the best aunt that I can be.”

My thoughts wondered if maybe he named her after me, but I knew better then to think such hopeful thoughts. If anything he named her after Rhaenyra.

I looked towards our Targaryen’s bloodline, “My son and I only come here to be apart of our family once more. We do not seek your throne nor do we seek malice from you. We have our own kingdom to rule and that is enough for us. We just want to be a family.”

“Then join us for dinner.” My father motioned for us to join the table.

I chose to sit beside Alicent while Aemond called for Viserys to sit next to him. Chatter livened up the dining hall as dinner resumed.

“So tell me.” Alicent began, “What have you been up to these last few years.”

“Nothing too interesting I suppose. Taking care of Viserys, a lot of boring dignitary meetings, and peace treaties. I only hope that I am being a good ruler towards my subjects.” I explained.

“And why have you not arrived with the boys father?” My newest sister Helaena asked, “Has he stayed back to attend to kingly duties?”

“His father is dead.” I explained to her like I had explained to my father and friend through letters.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” She replied.

In half truth, he was dead, at least to us, “He was killed before Viserys was born. It has just been Viserys and I ever since.” I looked towards my son, a small smile on my face seeing him get along with our family.

“Oh, my apologies.” Alicent spoke and I shook my head turning my attention back to her.

“No, it is quite alright.” I smiled, “I have mourned my loss already as has Viserys. I know who I am and what I must do now and that is to raise my son to be a kind and righteous king. Though he can’t help but accept almost every challenge offered to him.” I joked, “He has defeated every knight who has challenged him to a duel much to my anxiety.”

Alicent returned my humor with one of her own, “Neither can my son Aemond. Perhaps they’ll be the best of friends, if they do not kill each other in a duel first.”

“Did his father have white hair?” The man of my heartache and turmoil finally spoke, not a word of hello, but a question I did not want to explain. His steady voice made my heart race and my blood run cold.

“Yes. He was a Targaryen.” I answered but I refused to grace him with my gaze, “Though his family lineage was long diluted for any chance to the throne.” That was the most believable answer.

“It seems that the bloodline is strong for young Viserys carries the look of a true Targaryen.” My father stated proudly and that brought a smile to my sons face as he glanced over in our direction.

Though it was kind and I knew that my father didn’t mean it as a jab of any sorts but it still stung.

I turned to my father, patiently waiting for him to continue but he did say anything more. Daemon however seemed very talkative and too interested in this subject.

“Where did you meet?” He asked.

“In Nox surprisingly.” I said, “He was a noblemen there.”

“Was he a good man?” Alicent asked.

“He was.” I smiled gently recalling a time where Daemon was everything I dreamed of.

“Niece.” He said, his smile warming my heart as much as the sun gracing our skin.

My dark hair whipped my face as I looked towards the voice, “Uncle!” I exclaimed as I stood up to greet him, “You weren’t suppose to return for another few weeks.”

“I finished my tasks earlier so that I could find you.” He stated.

“Me? But why?” I asked now standing in front of him. I had to tilt my head up to see his shimmering violet eyes due to his towering height.

“You are still in participating in courting season are you not?” He asked simply.

The blush rose to my cheeks before I could will it away, “I… I am, yes.”

“Then let me present you with this.” With that he brought forth his hands that were hidden behind his back and with it was a neatly wrapped box.

Nerves flittered through me as I tried to understand his meaning.

“Thank you for this gift...” Nervousness fill my voice, “You wish to court me?” I asked, barely above a whisper.

He nodded with a swoon worthy smirk that followed him wherever he went, “I do, princess.”

I took the box from his hands, it being the first gift I accepted since I was thrown into this courting madness, “There are plenty of other women looking for a match this season. Why would you wish to court me?” I asked.

“Because I would never try to take away your fire for you are my flame.” He answered as if he were telling me the weather, “I only want you to be my wife.”

I didn’t stop the smile creeping on my face nor the gasp that fell from my lips as I looked upon the bracelet he presented me. A red ruby shaped as a heart, wrapped in rare Valyrian steel. It was small and delicate but held so much more. Like me… He moved to put it on my wrist, his fingers grazing softly along my skin causing a shiver to creep along my skin.

“Yes.” I said, a smile adorning my face, “I accept your proposal.”

“He is gone now.” I sighed wanting to push the memory behind me, “I suppose all good things must come to an end eventually.” I twiddled with the bracelet hidden under the sleeve of my dress.

“At least the Targaryen bloodline found its way to you in the end my daughter.” My father spoke with a content smile.

If only he knew. He would have his brothers head on this table. I thought grimly.

“Yes, I suppose without that miracle you would continue to be an outcast to this family. You are are not a true Targaryen after all.” Daemon stated and the room fell quiet.

“Excuse me?” I finally turned my heated gaze to look at him.

My gaze fell to his hand clasped around Rhaenyra and quickly looked at his face to see he was smirking and it was then I relises that I have fallen into his plan. I internally cursed myself and him for getting riled from something so trivial.

“I am every much apart of this family as you are.” I continued my voice calm.

“Your looks would beg to differ my niece.” He motioned towards the lack of white in my hair and the brown eyes I had instead of violet, “Is that why you had to claim a kingdom of your own? Because you would never inherit this one? Is what you claim of the nobleman to even be true?”

I rolled my eyes at my so called uncle, “Yes, bravo uncle. You win the prize of getting on my nerves. Yes, I am not of Targaryen blood. That is why Rhaenyra is inheriting the iron throne. Not me and surely not you.” I glared.

“How dare you-“ He began but I cut him off.

“How dare I what?” I asked, my aura outstandingly calm while he was shaking in anger, “Stop you from mocking me? I am not a child anymore and I refuse to accept your insults. My son is a Targaryen and you will not question his lineage again.”

“That is enough. I will have no arguments at this table.” My father voiced.

I could still feel Daemon’s gaze on my form but he said nothing more.

“We are having a ball in three days. I do hope that you will attend.” Alicent leaned over to whisper, “To be honest, I have no one to talk to here.”

“Then how could I miss it.” The two of us giggled and it seemed that the rest of dinner was going well… but this is a Targaryen family after all.

It seemed as though Aemond would also be taking a jab at bloodlines tonight, but his were directed to my nephews.

I quickly got up as my new brothers and nephews fought, grabbing Viserys by his arms to pull him away from the chaos. In no way would he or I chose a side in this growing feud.

“We will take our leave.” I spoke to my father as soon as Daemon stepped up towards Aemond.

Viserys and I left quickly making our way to our designated wing.

“I didn’t know they were so…” Viserys tried to find the right word to describe them.

“Violent? Short tempered? Dragons?” I mused and he nodded.

“This is just evening dinners, wait until training… Actually no, I don’t want you dueling with any of those boys. It is clear now that they are on opposite sides and both sides are going to be consumed by flames.” I told him seriously.

“Of course mother.” He agreed though he was curious about how his cousins and uncles would fair in a duel.

But he would listen to his mothers wise words unless someone challenged him. Or if anyone, more so his father would bring any harm to his mother. Then they would all burn.

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Darkened Desire - CHAPTER 3

Series Summary: Eris and Selene, daughter of Rhysand and Feyra, heir to the Court. Two people who don't exactly love each other are forced to marry for political reasons. A story of love and hate, but also of power and fall.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra X Selene (daughter of Rhysand and Feyra)

Started: 25/7/23

A/N: I ended up splitting this chapter so it wouldn't be so long, part two in Eris's room will be waiting for you next time :)

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That evening, we moved to the Autumn Court. I stood in front of a big castle covered in long roots. Now, I was in the autumn court. I knew we had a wedding night to go through, just more practice.

We walked through long, cold hallways with pictures of people from the autumn court and other paintings showing strange creatures.Eris walked beside me, not saying anything as we turned a few times and then stopped.

"Here's where you'll be staying," he said.

I looked at him, surprised. "You mean this is my room?"

"You don't really think we're sharing a room, do you? I'm happy to be away from you. My room is down the hall, far enough that I won't have to see you at all."

"Well, thanks for being so considerate, Eris. At least we share the same opinion on some things." I said, being sarcastic. I was about to go inside the room when I noticed he was following me. Eris was right behind me and closed the door as soon as I stepped in. I stared at him, wondering what he was up to.

"But we're supposed to spend the night together," he said.

"That's not something I'm excited about," I replied. "The sooner you become the High Lord, the sooner I can leave. That's the only time we'll ever work together. I won't tell you what I'm doing, and you won't ask me questions. We'll stay out of each other's way. Got it? Now leave. I want to change."

"Sure. Someone will come to get you when it's time. And, um, wear something nice and sexy on your way to my room. You know, so no one doubts what we'll be doing in my room“ he said with a smirk, and then he left my room before I could even react.

What a jerk.

Halina brought me a few things, though not much. We agreed that I would bring more items with me later. When we looked at my clothes, there was nothing suitable for a wedding night. Well, I didn't anticipate needing something like that. Instead, I selected a long, lovely strapless gown, modest and covered, the exact opposite of what I should wear tonight.

"Send for a maid. She might find something," I suggested to Halina. She didn't object and went off to fulfill the task. Soon, a young maid with red hair and a face adorned with freckles appeared at the doorway. One of the perks of being the wife of the eldest son of the high lord was that I could avail the castle's services.

"What can I do for you, my lady?" the girl asked.

"Let's begin by saying I need some nightwear from you. You know, to please your lord on the first night," I said with a forced laugh. "Unfortunately, my clothes got misplaced on the way here. Can you help?"

The girl's eyes lit up, and in no time, she returned with several silk dresses and night robes. She spread them out on the bed.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with?" I wondered, eyeing the dresses. Each one seemed more beautiful than the last. The first was a soft ivory shade with leaf and tree branch embroidery, the second a gold with a generous thigh slit. Yet, it was the last that drew my attention—a rich, deep purple robe cinched at the waist, paired with a delicate lace lingerie set.

"No, that's all. Thank you," I replied, dismissing her.

I put on my underwear and tied my gown, letting the lace bra peek out at the neckline, though not enough to create a stir in the hallways. Everything was tasteful yet subtly seductive.

After the maid escorted me to Eris's room, I walked through the corridors a few more times, ensuring I exchanged greetings with everyone. Some of the older courtiers seemed taken aback, but eventually offered polite nods. This palace was a world apart from our home in Velaris. Back there, it was all about family; here, it was grand and impersonal. Eventually, I found myself standing outside Eris's door. I knocked.

The door swung open, revealing Eris in loose pants and an unbuttoned shirt, revealing his well-defined chest adorned with a few scars. He quickly scanned the corridor before speaking aloud.

"I've been waiting for you, sweetheart," he declared.

I jumped into the act, continuing the charade. "Oh, my love!" I exclaimed, draping myself over him and offering the most insincere smile I could muster. Eris grunted in annoyance, swiftly disentangling himself from my embrace and stepping into the room.

That will be such a lovely night I thought.

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[fullmoans]

Home is a Fire | Part 4

They left Stiles out because they knew the nogitsune would tear him apart, but now the nogitsune is gone and Stiles can feel the nemeton telling him it isn’t over — not for him. And maybe not for Derek either.

It was dark when Stiles made it to a patch of land that he thought looked like it might be Hale land. At some point, Derek must’ve taken the rest of the house down but he wasn’t letting it grow over either. All that was left was a large clearing in the trees and a garden. He thought about Derek tending to a garden of poison, leaning over it to pick out weeds, carefully tending to the 20 or so plants growing in a circular patch.

How was he supposed to find a secret underground library when all he saw was a garden and a few weeds that must’ve popped up since Derek had been gone?

“You’re going to need this.” Stiles turned around to see Peter Hale leaning against a tree with a shovel in each hand.

“So you decided to help out after all?”

“Only because I think you might just be determined enough to go through with this.”

Stiles walked over and grabbed a shovel. “I don’t know where to start. Do we dig up every single one?”

“Look at them more closely, Stiles. They’re not all the same kind of wolfsbane.” Peter said, his eyes glowing.

“I don’t have your eyesight. Besides the yellow plant at the far end, they all look the same to me.”

The pair walked closer to Derek’s wolfsbane garden. Up close, Stiles could see the flowers looked different on some plants while others seemed to have been clipped cleanly with shears.

“He was dosing himself,” Peter whispered.

“Dosing himself with wolfsbane?”

“In theory, one could dose themselves with a small amount of poison in order to minimize the effects of it over time. This is, of course, incredibly dangerous, but it’s also the best explanation for a vast garden containing many varieties of it. Stiles,” Peter hesitated, “Wolfsbane has a lot of mysterious magical properties.”

“When we found Laura, it was the wolfsbane that kept her in her wolf form, right?” He asked.

“Exactly. If Derek had this many varieties of it in his system when he was burned on the nemeton, well I don’t know what that would do. Sometimes, it is used to hold a wolf in their current form, in a sort of stasis. Maybe you’re not wrong. Maybe a part of Derek is being held back.”

“I’m not wrong.”

Peter turned around and pointed to a variety of wolfsbane on the outermost part of the garden. This variety seemed to be a bright purple in the moonlight and the flowers cut back more than the others. “Nordic Blue Monkshood.”

“Kate laced her bullets with that.”

“She also burned this house down. That’s the one we need to dig up.”

So Stiles and Peter got to work. Stiles carefully dug out the plant so that he could replace it when they left. Peter dug out a deep hole until he hit something. Together, they dug the shape of a metal square, about 2 feet below the ground, until the entire door was visible and the dirt around it was packed in tightly enough that they could open it. “You first,” Peter said, leaning on his shovel and looking down.

Stiles laid his shovel down and crouched to open the door. He thought he might need to ask for Peter’s help until the door quickly swung open. Stiles could only see the top of a ladder leading down into the dark. With no phone to light the way, he took a deep breath and climbed straight into the dark.

Xx

When Stiles reached the bottom of the ladder, he reached around for a wall or something to hold onto. To his left, he felt a rail. Slowly, he took a step forward and stumbled. His foot seemed to go right down through the air. He tried again, slowly, and found a step beneath him. At the tip of his foot, he could feel where that step ended, too. He was on some kind of staircase. Suddenly, it shook with a crash.

“It’s just me,” came Peter’s voice behind him. He had decided to forego the ladder and just jumped straight down. “It’s a spiral staircase. Hold onto the railing and stick to the wider steps beside it. I’m going to find the light. Moonlight alone is not enough light even for me.” There was another crash from Peter jumping off the side and hitting a floor below them.

Stiles followed Peter’s instructions and went down the staircase. When he reached the bottom, he only made it two steps before colliding with the wall. As soon as he hit it, light flooded the rest of the room. There were a few bulbs hanging loosely from the ceiling. Peter was across the room, at the other wall, his hand still lingering on a panel of switches. Stiles studied the room between them. The staircase was immediately in front of him, an intricate, metal fixture. To his left there were 5 tall shelves with thick end pieces that concealed the books on the shelves from his view at this angle. As he approached them, he saw rows and rows of books, old and new, that seemed to be organized by subject rather than any kind of alphabetical order. The shelf farthest left contained only information with titles relating to werewolf history. The next shelf had “Beacon Hills” written on almost every item, not just books but maps and picture frames and a trunk near the bottom.

“I don’t see anything about the nemeton specifically, but there are books on Druids over here,” Peter said from another row. Stiles left his shelves and found Peter on the far right, against the wall. There were a few books with “Druid” in the title at the bottom of the shelf. Peter was crouched down in front of it, holding one of the books.

“I’ll take them all,” Stiles said. There were only four books counting the one in Peter’s hand. He could return them some other time.

Together, Peter and Stiles turned off the light, climbed to the small door, and covered the library with dirt. Stiles dug out a small circle over the library door and replanted the wolfsbane plant. You could still see their disturbance in the garden when they left. Peter had a car along the side of the road just a short walk away and drove Stiles back to Derek’s house, where his car was. They didn’t speak to each other again after they left the library. Peter didn’t seem like he wanted to chat and Stiles was trying his best not to fall asleep on the drive over.

Xx

When Stiles made it back to his old bedroom, his dad was already fast asleep. A clock in the kitchen read a quarter after midnight when stiles passed it for the stairs.

After a quick shower and a change into plaid pants, he sat cross legged on his bed with the four books in front of him. He read through them until his eyes wouldn’t focus anymore.

Xx

Stiles was freezing cold. He could feel the hair on his skin raised in the cold. It wasn’t a breeze, just a solid feeling covering him. He opened his eyes, with effort, and found himself laying on top of a large piece of wood. He was on the nemeton. He couldn’t make himself sit up so he rolled to his side. A young Derek was leaning against the stump, crying and covered in blood. Suddenly, Derek looked up at him, eyes glowing blue. When Stiles broke eye contact, he could see a girl. He remembered hearing about Paige. He looked away from her body and caught his own arms in the corner of his vision. He, too, was covered in blood. He looked closer and started to count his fingers. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… 6.

When he looked back to find Derek, it was no longer the teenage version of him but Derek as he remembered him. He had more gray in his hair but otherwise he looked exactly like he had 15 years ago.

“You have to come get me, Stiles,” Derek whispered. Hearing his voice, Stiles jumped, he sat straight up.

He felt the warm air before his eyes opened. He was sitting up in a tub of water and half-melted ice. Everything around him was white except for the nemeton, 20 feet directly in front of him. Derek wasn’t there anymore. There was no more blood. On top of the nemeton grew sprouts of wolfsbane. All different varieties and different colors that Stiles could clearly see in the light. The image jarred and suddenly young Derek and Paige were sitting at the roots again.

Stiles stumbled out of the tub of water, the warm air soothing his numb limbs. He tried to get his balance and make his way towards the teenagers in front of him. Suddenly, Paige moved her head to look at Stiles. Her eyes glowed silvery blue. Tendrils of the same silver blue light spread out from the nemeton, curling around Stiles’s ankles. “What’s taken is returned,” Paige whispered.

“What was taken?” Stiles shouted across the 15 foot distance remaining between them.

“What’s taken is returned,” she repeated again, faster. She repeated it again and again until the silver blue light was everywhere, surrounding him.

Then everything erupted into flames.

Stiles woke up screaming.

Xx

“Stiles!” When Stiles opened his eyes, he was on the floor instead of his bed. His father was running towards him, shouting his name. He rolled over with a ground to lay on his back. “What happened?” Noah grabbed his arms to help lift him up.

“Nightmare,” Stiles said. “Derek, the nemeton, blood, fire – the usual.”

“Stiles, you have to let this go,” the Sheriff said, looking away from his son and over to the growing wall of post-its, pictures, and yarn.

“I’m too close,” Stiles said. He shook his dad off and went back to the bed. He flipped through the books in front of him. “What’s taken is returned,” he whispered to himself.

“I have to go to work. Please, don’t do this to yourself, Stiles. You couldn’t have saved him.”

Xx

“What’s taken is returned!” Stiles shouted to the empty house. In one of the books he found the phrase. He didn’t understand exactly what the context was but he knew those words. He couldn’t stop repeating them. He found the phrase in a section about ancient druids and nemeton rituals. The book seemed more to gather history than to explain the rituals.

What’s taken is returned. The nemeton requires a sacrifice. We give unto thee to receive tenfold. What’s taken is returned. What’s given is rewarded.

Stiles took a deep breath. He was feeling relieved, if only slightly. He was right. There was something bigger going on with Derek, with the nemeton. He didn’t know what but he knew that it was real. It wasn’t just his grief. The nemeton, or Derek, or maybe both were trying to reach him. He knew someone who’d been in the nemeton. He knew someone who could hear its voice. He just hoped they hadn’t left town yet.

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[dudefrommywesterns]

Ship: Mike x Matt Helm

Word Count: 1.3k

Description: Mike tells Lovey about their feelings for Matt.

Mike was laying in a lace nightgown on Matt’s bed, watching him sleep. If they let themselves drift away from reality, they could almost imagine doing this years from now.

He grumbled in his sleep and flipped toward them. He looked much younger when he slept. He could've been any pretty woman’s husband. Many would've jumped at the chance. They couldn't help but wonder why he'd been alone all this time.

They never dared to ask.

The phone rang loudly and Mike answered it, hoping to stop it from interrupting Matt’s sleep.

“Hello?” Mike asked into the receiver.

“Hello, Mike. Is Matt there?”

It was MacDonald.

“Uh, yeah, hold on.”

They shook his shoulder lightly. “Matt, hey, Matt. MacDonald’s on the phone.” They shook him slightly rougher. “Matt.”

He mumbled something incoherent and opened his eyes slowly. He smiled at them warmly when he saw them. “Mornin’.”

Mike's stomach flipped. That smile could make anyone's stomach flip.

“MacDonald’s on the phone.”

Matt groaned. “You woke me up for that? I was having a nice dream.”

Mike rolled their eyes. “I'm sure you were.”

Matt smiled wider. “You were there.”

“Sure. What was I doing?”

“A little bit of this,” Matt said, and pressed a kiss to their lips.

“That all?” Mike asked when his lips left theirs.

“I don't know. You woke me up.”

“The phone rang.” Mike pointed out. “I'm sure it's important. You get paid a lot to be a spy, you might as well do it.”

“Five more minutes?”

“And have MacDonald calling the whole time?”

Matt stretched and sat up. “Grab me a shirt, would you? And some pants?”

“Since when am I your assistant? I don't even get paid.”

Matt kissed them again. “That enough?”

Mike grinned mischievously. “No but I might do it for one more.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed them once more.

They rolled off his circular bed and walked toward his dresser.

Once there, they said, “It's a wonder you don't have this automated. And stop staring at my butt.”

Matt laughed. “Put some clothes on then.”

“You're the only one naked. Also, that wouldn't help.”

Matt laughed again.

Mike threw a turtleneck, a pair of slacks, and underwear at him. “Want a coat or no?”

“Coat.”

Mike tossed him a matching coat to the pants.

Matt slid off his bed and got dressed.

“Why do you want me to leave so badly?” he asked as he pulled his pants on.

“I don't,” Mike admitted. “I just think our country needs you.”

“That's patriotic of you.”

“I don't like the government very much but I like Big O less.”

Matt pulled on his blazer and walked into his bathroom.

Mike walked over and leaned on the door frame. “You're making me regret waking you up.”

“Am I getting on your nerves?”

“Yes but that's not why.”

“Okay, why?”

“You look so cuddly.”

Matt laughed. “I hope the enemy doesn't think I look cuddly.”

“They won't,” Mike said certainly. “You can be very intimidating when you want to be. Especially with a gun in your hand.”

“Anyone looks intimidating with a gun pointed at you.”

He stepped out of the bathroom. “Do I look ready to take on the world?”

“Almost. Don't forget this.”

Mike kissed him.

His hands slid to their hips. “I won't.”

He pulled them into a kiss that made their head spin and their heart leap.

“See you later.”

“Yeah, later,” Mike said weakly, once Matt had already left.

Mike sighed. No matter how confident they acted while he was around, every interaction left them conflicted.

They switched from their nightgown to the short purple dress and thigh high boots they had on when they came in the previous night.

They spotted Lovey on their way out.

“Are you busy?” Mike asked her.

She shook her head.

Mike leaned against the wall and watched Lovey, who was at a desk typing.

“What do you do when Matt’s away?” Mike asked.

“Take calls. Type notes. Call friends. Sometimes I lounge in his bath. Other times I leave. I do have a life, you know.”

“I know.”

Mike bit their lip. “I think I've gone and done something stupid.”

“What's that?”

“I like Matt. I might even love him.”

Lovey frowned. “I see.”

“I know he'll never like me back, not really. I'm not sure if I'm even anything more than a piece of meat to him. I'm not even sure he finds me attractive legitimately. Maybe I'm just…nice to…”

Lovey shook her head. “Matt's not the commitment kind but he doesn't go for anyone he doesn't find attractive.”

“I don't look like any of these women. Hell, I'm not even a woman.”

“I don't think that matters. You have the parts for the job.”

Mike scoffed.

“I just meant Matt finds you attractive.”

“That's great. I like that feeling. I just wish I thought he could like me as a person.”

“I'm not sure how well he knows any of us as people.”

“He should get to know you better. I think he'd like you. I know I do.”

Lovey smiled. “Thanks.”

“Every time we're close, my head spins. I try to act just as confident as he does, just as carefree about the whole thing. That's not how I feel though. I'm just afraid of coming off awkward or anxious. I'm afraid of him not wanting to deal with me anymore. I'm replaceable.”

They sighed. “And look at what beautiful women are into him. Look at you.”

Lovey adjusted her glasses. She rarely wore them in front of Matt.

Mike stared at her for a minute. She really was remarkably beautiful. “If I had my pick between me and you, I'd definitely pick you.”

Lovey smiled. “Thank you but Mr. Helm and I have a strictly business relationship.”

Mike laughed. “You call that business?”

She shrugged. “It comes with the job.”

“Was it in the description?” Mike asked, then added like an announcer: “Needed: A secretary for one, Matt Helm, must be able to type 100 words a minute and write and speak fluent English. Must be down to fuck. Pretty is a plus.”

Lovey giggled. “No. It was an agreement we came to.”

“Does everyone get into agreements with Matt?”

Lovey thought this over. “No, just you and me.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Everyone else is one and done really. Matt doesn't like getting attached.”

“I know, that's why all of this is stupid.” Mike sighed. “I don't know why I'm telling you. We're not even- are we friends?”

“We could be,” Lovey said, and smiled. “I like you.”

“What a weird way to make a friend.”

“It's as good a way as any.”

Mike shrugged. “I guess so. I don't have a lot of friends. Well, except Olivia, who is why I'm in this mess.”

“Olivia from the June edition of Slaygirl? Third page?”

Mike scratched their head. “Yeah…? Brunette, green eyes, the most beautiful aquiline nose?”

Lovey nodded.

“I don't read Slaygirl,” Mike said.

“Neither do I,” Lovey said. “I write down all of Mr. Helm’s photoshoots.”

“That makes sense.”

Mike laughed to themselves, then said. “If you want an example of a real 'strictly business’ relationship, you should see Olivia. She turned Matt down flat. He almost looked embarrassed. Sometimes I think he turned his sights toward me to soften the blow.”

“Strong girl.”

“Engaged,” Mike said.

Lovey’s eyes widened. “Does her fiance know?”

Mike nodded. “He trusts her completely. And anyway, they’re just photos.”

“A lot of men would've made her quit.”

“A lot of men are insecure,” Mike quipped.

Lovey agreed silently.

“Thanks for the talk. I still don't know what to do about Matt.”

“I wish I could help.”

Mike sighed. “I'm not asking for much. I don't need exclusivity. I just want to have a real date.”

“Then ask him,” Lovey said.

“I guess I could. It shouldn't be too hard, right?”

“Good luck,” Lovey said sincerely.

“Thanks.”

With that, Mike headed out the door.

#self ship #self shipping community #♡ would you like to pose for me? — ⌜ matt helm ⌟ #this fic has a weird vibe #i think it fits the movies well #also lovey has more lines and characterization in this fic than in three movies #I'm not sure who to tag #typewriter dings

[shinagawa-division]

Kururi "Saika" Yamamura smiled enter in Sumire's laboratory in scorpion den basis,she was not a member but sometimes she was fighting againts trickster

"why are you here?"-asked Sumire,after all when she saw her was when Kururi fighted againts trickster because he felt fascination by Kururi's/Saika older brother,the arsonist Bluefire (and sometimes he tried to flirt him when was in the basis with his sister)

She smiled

"happy birthday diabla"-she said and put infront some gifts infront sumire-"i'm here to give You some gifts from my mentor, Semiramis and the theater and from me"-she said

The gifts are devil-themed cupcakes

"this are from my master,are dark-chocolate flavored,he also said something about "sorry for my brother, sometimes he's so much even for me"-Sumire giggled,she surprisingly get a bit well with the informant, considering he's point of view about the upper class of aoyama are similar

The next gift is a black lace chocker with a onix gemstone and a silk Rose,along with a victorian hand black mirror

"those are from Semiramis,the chocker is an accesorie but he put a spell in the mirror,he said something of "revealing the worst secrets of the victim" i don't know so much about his magic but i thought you will to discover for you own"-after said it both was in silent

Suddenly Kururi seems to remeber something and she looked at Sumire

"i need your help with something about my brother...he have several mens intereseting on him,one from sapporo and aoyama seems start to be intereseting for him,the older brother of one member of kobe division have yandere tendencies and a hell of a crush,but for now niisan have feelings for his former lover (you know who)and i don't know so much about him... although i think is his fault why he collapsed and started his reign of terror as Bluefire , so if you can give me information that my master cannot i will be grateful with you

On that moment she sounded and looked more serious,after all she was protective with her older brother,and Kururi don't mind his terrorists acts (after all she can't said anything considering her own acts as Saika)

Sumire stared silently at Kururi for a while, after setting aside the cupcakes and having put on the choker as the other girl talked and was fiddling with the hand mirror and if one looked closely, you might be able to tell that she was avoiding pointing it at herself. The black and purple haired girl weighed her options before sighing and gesturing Kururi to follow her, Sumire was naturally distrusting of others, that was nothing new but she and Kururi were on neutral terms, they never worked together but they had a mutual respect towards one another and understood the other’s goals, plus, seeing as she came all the way over here to deliver her some gifts, Sumire didn’t see why she couldn’t return the favor.

Opening up a drawer on her desk, she took out three files, all color coded with blue, green, and red notes and had a name on each of them, Yuki Kuraokami, Luis Kōkyū, and Izana Sano. Turning back to Kururi, she handed the files to her. “Here, everything you need to know about these guys are all in here with every detail on their life documented from recent days and dating back to their date of birth. If you’re wondering how I managed to obtain such information, no you’re not, and don’t tell anybody I gave these to you, I’m sure you understand why. Oh, and consider us even now.” With that, Sumire walked her away from her lab and back up to the main area where the party was still raging on. “You’re welcome to stay of course, Trickster’s about to start his laser light show, so uh, maybe try not to attack him this time? At least until he’s done.”

Thank you for the gift!

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #sumire shinomiya #kururi yamamura #double face #kumamoto division #gift #happy birthday sumire 2023

[bigkpopstan]

What kind of lingerie do u think the enhypen members would like to wear?

I will do a description of what I think they’d like, color wise, design wise and include at least one pic as an example. turned into 2-3 but anyway !! enjoy:) pics of the pics to fit all of them and to hopefully reduce the risk of glitching.

pictures of both lingerie for fem bodied ppl and masc bodied ppl for reference of what I was thinking for each of them.

jake got both his…sets bc when I went to look for pics I could barely find good ones that worked like both ways and plus…I couldn’t leave out the first set it’s so pretty. trying not to spoil it lol.

18+ content.

warnings; the mental image men in lingerie/panties and bralettes (‘cross dressing’), sub enha, sexting mention, men wearing makeup, thongs & jockstraps mentioned, reference to ripping lingerie, and kind of alluding to camboy hee agenda.

->heeseung;

there’s smth about light/pastel pink and frilly that speak heeseung, esp if he’s wearing lingerie anyway. I can just picture him laying there in his pink panties with the ruffles playing with them (even a bra if he so chooses) while he’s recording a video to tease either his partner(s) at work or for his own (or others) enjoyment. I can also see him wearing a pretty white, probably lacey lingerie as well. you also can’t go wrong with a good black pair either so I think hee would be very traditional in most things he wears and would feel pretty/handsome in them anyway. he might even wear some pretty matching eye shadow if he’s really into it. maybe even like thongs or jockstraps further along the lines or as well I could those being something he’d try/be into.

->jay;

another classy man but I think he’d be too shy to go out of the box without a nudge so definitely would start with solid blacks, nothing fancy, nothing lacey, a solid black cotton probably just to try it out. I can picture him looking in the mirror checking himself out alone when he tries some on for the first time whining in embarrassment but liking the feel of it. later on i think I can see him trying something colorful and more…out of his comfort zone in a way? something more provocative. something bright with a mesh where it’s see through, I’m thinking a yellow bc he’s trying something new so why not try something on the complete opposite end to see where you stand, I also think it might compliment his skin tone well, like a more toned down pastel yellow against his golden skin while he shyly crosses his thighs. gasp before I forget a good dark green would probably compliment his skin, a good earthy green and probably a good deep red as well, his skin tone is just so gorgeous.

->jake;

I think so many colors would look good on him. from something warm to pastels, I think he’s got a broad range of interests as well. I think Jake is one of the most kinky and adventurous out of hyung line so I do think he’d go all out for lingerie. the ones with the straps, the crosses, the garters, the lace, the mesh, he’d try all of it at least once. I think he’d look good in a nice red or orange as well as a pastel blue, can never go wrong with a good black either. I think maybe he’d also like the one pieces? ooooh like the see through robes maybe as well, I think he’d like those and like to surprise his partner wearing one with a pretty lacey lingerie underneath. I also have this feeling that he’d be the one to wear a headpiece…he’d pair it with smth pretty in his hair like a crown or something. expects and even hopes some of his lingerie gets ruined by his partner(s) and their impatience.

->sunghoon;

fancy…I think, he would like to feel expensive. I can see him in whites, pastel pinks, pastel purple, but I can also see him in a deep dark purple and a dark blue as well. he likes the cotton, satin, something soft and smooth, I don’t think he’d like any scratchy fabric or a design too intense or something that could be “too much” or “too distracting” and I think it’s an “yeah it’s pretty but I’m gorgeous too and I want my underwear to be pretty enough to attract attention but not be too pretty where it’s getting all of the attention” if that makes sense. the other hyung that I think would wear jockstraps quite often but he does really enjoy to feel pretty in the nice soft lingeries for his own and his partners enjoyment. definitely has the panties with a bow on the front of it, multiple pairs in multiple colors and would love if his partner played with it, during foreplay or teasing. like heeseung he’d probably also take teasing pics vids of doing that for his partner(s) as well. didn’t think of this until I was looking for pictures but like lingerie that could pass as pajamas as well or pajamas that could count as lingerie like the satin shorts possibly with the matching bralette n stuff like that.

#sub!enhypen #sub enhypen #sub!heeseung #sub heeseung #sub!jay #sub jay #sub!jake #sub jake #sub!sunghoon #sub sunghoon #I know it’s late and I should be sleeping for work #but I decided to do this instead #posting this before I go into to work so I get it out before I forget !! #even tho is so early #for me at least

[mangozcat]

— hello dear readers. this story hits a bit closer to home than the rest. this story, while yes it’s a smut for all of you to read and enjoy, is also one for those bigger girls that just don’t feel like they belong. all of the descriptions you’ll find for the oc are descriptions of my own body and how i see it when i look at myself in the mirror. i just want everyone to know, YOU ARE PERFECT! you are beautiful and loved and you shouldn’t worry about if you fit the standards of people around you. if you don’t fit YOUR standards, that’s what matters. if YOU want to cause change, go for it! but don’t allow others to make you feel the need to change, because you are lovely as you are!!! i love your big thighs and tummy that causes a little bulge if you wear high wasted jeans. i love your smile and your messy hair with split ends. i love your boobs!! (that sounds bad im sorry) and theyre NEVER too big or too small. don’t be ashamed to wear extra big bras or extra big clothes and don’t get yourself down. i love you :)

tw: unhealthy body image

w: softer smut (meaning it isn’t entirely complete and has an open ending for ur imagination), praise, big-bodied reader (so the descriptions during smut are to fit her body so it might be hard to imagine yourself as her), jealous reader, you might dislike this reader because she has a lot of insecurities but tbh i find her realistic lmfao, body worship, jaem is like legit hottest painter ever pls, sexual tension is real oml, slow, unprotected bc like jaemin cum inside is so hot i cry every time, very long but it didnt need to be, i havent written in months pls be nice this might be awful

ok just to like clarify, im still trying to get back into smut so this is more of an easing into it? its quite long and most of it is just story + teasing, sorry to leave anyone hanging :( i just wanna kinda ease back into it, but i still think this is pretty hot tbh lmao

jaemin’s good at painting.

you recognized his talent the day you met him; varying shades of pink and purple mixing with the bright yellow shades and orange hues that created a beautiful sunset. you’d seen it on his canvas that he was carefully dragging up the stairs of the sweet and small cafe across from your college.

then, you saw that same colorful piece strung proudly on the wall behind your favorite table, or well, your now favorite table.

your favorite ever since the painting had been placed there.

he’s gifted; has a talent that few have and/or ever will have within their lifetime, regardless of practice. the saying might be practice makes perfect, but you know no amount of practice will make a painter as perfect as jaemin is.

his brush strokes are soft, yet precise, and he blends color effortlessly. in all your combined hours of watching him work, you’ve never once seen him make a mistake. all of his work turns out perfect, breathtaking, and you’re never not in awe of his abilities.

today, however, you’ve discovered a new talent of his.

body painting.

something you never thought you’d be interested in, yet here you are, watching as his brush draws elegant lines across the toned stomach of his model. her breasts are on full display and while you’re fascinated by the scene, you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy underneath.

her face remains blank, eyes closed in relaxation and body completely still aside from the occasional ticklish twitch. you wonder how she remains so effortlessly composed, even while knowing that such a beautiful man has his hands so close to every area she typically hides from the outside world, and his eyes darting across every expanse of beautiful pale skin.

not to mention, her body is beautiful, and this is something you cannot deny. she has thicker thighs, though still remaining on the smaller side. her arms are small, but laced with some muscle from her obvious workout routine. her stomach has little fat, though still enough to remind prying eyes that she is, in fact, healthy and eating well. she has perky breasts, but they’re smaller and more fitting to her form, with tiny nipples that stand right up every time jaemin’s brush dances over her chest.

and her face- oh, her face. plump lips and rosy cheeks, hazel eyes, deep brown hair pushed back into a low bun that leaves a few stray strands to frame her face.

jealousy.

there’s that twinge again.

the feeling of anger and envy and desperation all mixed into one, laced thickly with insecurity. insecurity because you know- you know you’ll never compare to her model physique.

korean beauty standards are tough, and yet, that girl seems to fit all of them without trouble. however, as you glance down at your stomach, seeing the bulge in your shirt from where the lower half of your abdomen juts out and rests over the band of your jeans, tears fill your eyes. you know you have big thighs, thighs that shake and jiggle and erupt a loud pop! when you slap them. you know you have sunken eyes from lack of sleep and overwhelming anxiety and puffy cheeks. you know your hair has split ends and is unevenly cut at some lengths, and you know your breasts are larger than others.

you wish you didn’t think like this, but when allowed time to think and remain trapped in your own head for long enough, you have no choice. you don’t fit the standards, you don’t fit jaemin’s standards, and you doubt you fit the standards of anyone in the world.

you hadn’t been paying attention for the remainder of jaemin’s session- not that you wanted to- and had begun to drift off. soon enough, when you heard jaemin and his model begin to converse quietly, almost as if they were trying to make sure you couldn’t hear, you figured your mind was slowly killing you and simply murmured out need fresh air, before you were scurrying out of the room.

there was something unsettling about being in love with an artist. someone that could find beauty in everything and anything, and make the best out of the worst situation.

but when being in love with an artist, among several other insecurities, one always lingered longer than others.

could he find the beauty in you?

if jaemin did feel the same way about you as you felt about him, could he find a way to fix the imperfections? could he repair the broken image you’d been looking at in the mirror for years? could he find a way to mend all the pain, close all the wounds, and top off the scars with pretty, punctual bows as opposed to what you had now: ragged and mangled skin?

of course, it’s all hypothetical, and it all comes back to two questions. could he love you? could he find the beauty in you?

could he love someone incapable of loving themself, and find the beauty in something that has been left out to rot and rust? the beauty even you cannot seem to find, regardless of how many times you attempt to.

you didn’t realize you were shivering. the air was frigid and windy, and you were sure your cheeks had turned a rosy pink due to the exposure. you felt a cough bubble up in your throat and hugged yourself tighter, eyes staring up at the sky.

if jaemin were here, he’d call the sky his blank canvas.

too bad he isn’t- too bad his attention is on the girl with a perfectly sculpted body and a pretty face, and an even prettier voice; and you were sure she had a pretty laugh and a pretty personality to top it off.

jealousy.

“i can’t escape it, can i…” you murmur quietly, referring to the burning feeling blossoming in your gut. a feeling that was traveling through your veins like blood and spreading to every place in your body like wildfire- until it reached your fingertips and you wished you could do something with it.

when you heard his voice, however, it practically fizzled out and you were left frozen once again, lips quivering.

“awfully cold out,” he says, that wistful tone to his voice he seemed to always have. you felt a jacket being placed over your shoulders, and your heart further sank at the idea that it might not fit if you were to attempt to actually wear it.

“you should head back inside, don’t want your pretty face damaged by the cold.”

when hd noticed you weren’t returning his stare, he gently, hesitantly, reached a hand out and cupped your cheek opposite of him. then, as softly as he could, he tugged the skin until you were leaning into his touch, finally meeting his eyes.

“what’s wrong, cherry blossom?”

cherry blossom.

the nickname he’d given you once he discovered your favorite tree- and later created several pieces of art that now adorned your bedroom. the pretty pink petals falling down onto the bright green grass, matched with soft handwriting that read a cherry blossom for my cherry blossom on the bottom.

“she’s pretty,” you muttered, almost disdainfully. you felt awful. here you were, hating on a girl because she was pretty. because no matter how sweet she might be, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s pretty and you don’t think you are- envy has you wrapped around its’ evil finger. “don’t you think?”

“who’s pretty?” jaemin asks curiously, a comforting hand tracing circles into your back.

you withheld a scoff, feeling tears of frustration prick at your eyes. your brown eyes; eyes no match for the beauty of her hazel ones.

“the girl you were painting,” you murmur sadly, trying to ignore the familiar twinge eating away at you.

you didn’t want to compare yourself to the girl, but you couldn’t help it. it happened without you even realizing, and once you figured out what was happening, you were far too gone and the feeling had invaded your mind long enough to twist the facts.

jaemin hums, watching your expression closely.

“well yes, she is pretty,” and once your face falls and your eyes drop to your shoes at his confession, he shakes his head, “but so are you.”

“while she might be the art i painted today, you’re the art i admire every day,” he says slowly, tugging you into his chest. you feel pride swelling in your chest and the tears in your eyes soon turned to tears of indescribable happiness.

“don’t let the fact that i painted her get to your head, yeah?” he whispers, “i really didn’t even look at her unless it was to make sure the piece blended together.”

“she’s just so perfect…” you whimper sadly, “and i guess she just made me realize- well i just felt so ugly next to her.”

you felt a kiss on the top of your head, making your eyes close in content.

“you are not ugly, cherry blossom.”

while you weren’t entirely sure if this entire conversation was a confession of sorts or just friendly reassurance, you didn’t want to overthink it. his words pierced your heart in all the right ways- and you really didn’t want to mess it up.

—

you hadn’t seen jaemin do any more body painting work- or even mention the topic- in a month. he seemed so passionate about it, so his sudden disinterest was shocking to you.

of course, you appreciated it considering you were his assistant and ended up watching him work 99% of the time.

but, still, you did worry deep down.

what if you crushed one of his dreams with your own selfish insecurities?

you still remember when he came running into your apartment with a book on body painting, rushing to explain the art. you really hadn’t understood a word he said at the time, too invested in admiring that one look he always adorned when he was obsessed with something.

and obsession that you envied at the time- could he ever be that obsessed over you?

at some point, could you fill his mind like he filled yours? invade his senses like he invaded your own? if you had one aspiration in your entire lifetime, this would be it: wishing to be someone’s- no, not just anybody’s, you wanted to be na jaemin’s obsession.

a feat that definitely isn’t simple or easy, for that matter.

“have you seen my thin brush?” jaemin suddenly screeches, running into the living room of his (practically yours, too) apartment. “the small one with the angled tip and black bristles?”

your mind blanked. you glanced around at the coffee table, the end tables, and the television stand before scratching your head, “not that i can recall, no.”

“shit,” he cursed, scratching his neck anxiously, “need that brush.”

“okay, this might sound stupid,” you begin, your words slow, “but do you have any extras?”

he shakes his head sadly, as if you’ve scolded him for something he promised he’d do, and later forgot about. “it’s the only brush i didn’t buy an extra of. i always keep it on my desk i didn’t think- i didn’t believe i could lose it!”

“hey, it’s alright, okay?” you whispered, raising from your spot on the couch to approach him in hopes of comforting the clearly confused and upset boy, “i’ll help you find it.”

he looked up at you, his chest heaving from panic-stricken breaths and he frowned, “yeah, yeah- okay.”

with one final comforting pat on the shoulder, you set out to jaemin’s painting room to try and find the brush. you knew which one he was talking about with the descriptions, but if it’s the same you think it is, it’s incredibly small- which will undoubtedly make it tough to find.

in the painting room, as you call it, things look… normal. just like any other painter’s workspace.

jaemin has a board to display his sketches; all hanging up by a tack and some of the pieces are scattered at odd angles. his floor is covered in tarps to protect the wood beneath, and you take note of the paint stains adorning the white material that made loud noises with every step. he had a massive canvas resting against the furthest wall, with varying shades of colors being messily thrown against the piece. perhaps that messy feel was the very thing that made it artistic in his eyes. glancing around, you noticed how every wall had little space on it, instead covered with pieces of his own work and the work of his favorite artists. then, he had a giant table shoved against the wall. there was a case laying open on top, showcasing all of his different brushes; and next to it, an array of paint tubes and cans. even more paint was beneath the table, stacked until it was touching the wood. finally, against the other wall, was his desk. the chair was pulled out at an angle, one you imagined he sat at to think, rather than be crammed up against his desk. stacks of unfinished sketches were lazily strewn around, with a few brushes between the pages. you checked each of them in hopes that the missing brush was here all along, yet you came up empty handed.

while jaemin’s desk was intriguing- well, the entire room was intriguing; all messy and yet still organized in a way only he could understand- you found yourself more interested in one of his sketches. it was another body painting sketch, but this one was… different. the figure had bigger hips and thicker thighs, large breasts, a softer circular face, with a slightly defined jawline, and her tummy was jutting out just enough for you to know: she was you.

jaemin was drawing you.

something about it made you happy, yet sad at the same time. he’d drawn all your flaws, hadn’t he? the lack of a thigh gap, the big belly, the bigger than usual breasts; everything that you were insecure about, jaemin had noticed.

in fact, he seemed to have perfectly mimicked the details. something about the situation made your eyes water sadly.

“you weren’t supposed… to see that,” jaemin sighs, eyes darting nervously across the room. you turn your head to look at him, blinking back tears. “it’s just a sketch i had for some body painting i just- i don’t know, i never finished it.”

“i was gonna ask you before that night but then i realized you probably wouldn’t want to do it.”

confidence was something you lacked, in here, standing across from jaemin in this moment, you felt like you could shrink. so it was true, he had been painting you? it was your body he imagined on full display for him as he painted, and it was your body he made adjustments for to fit, to encourage confidence and comfort.

confidence wasn’t your friend, however, jealousy most certainly was. if you didn’t take him up on his offer, would that pretty girl return to be painted again? would the art meant for your body fit hers as well as jaemin had planned for it to fit you? would it perhaps… fit her even better?

“i’ll do it,” your own voice is unrecognizable to you; raspy in anticipation and shaky from fear. “i’ll be your model, jaemin.”

his face flushed pink and he averted his gaze, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. “are you sure? it’s a lot of pressure-“

never again would you let pretty girl be jaemin’s model. never.

“i’m sure,” you said, a bit too eager.

“alright, well, we can plan a date and time, let me just grab my calendar-“

it was almost sinful how badly you wanted to be bare in front of your best friend. the best friend you desperately wished to be your lover, the best friend that also happens to be your boss, and the best friend you couldn’t live without.

this won’t change that, right?

you failed to think any further, beginning to slip out of your jacket and beginning to hastily pull the bow from the top of your blouse. with his back turned as he rummaged through his desk for a notebook, you only had one prayer running through your mind: hopefully jaemin doesn’t hate you for stripping down.

“i have an opening on the 12th, the 18th, and the 19th,” jaemin says, turning around, “the times are pretty close but i can try to move things around and adjust it to your n-“

“ah…”

his breathy little whisper has you frozen to the ground, eyes trained on the blue paint stain on the tarp beneath you. a baby blue, one you could get lost in and pretend as if you weren’t down to nothing but a bra and your fiery red underwear.

nervously, you scratched at the skin of your arm and painfully dug your fingers into the skin. he could see you- albeit not all of you- and you were completely open to his judgment.

“what about right now?” you murmured, eyes flitting up to meet his piercing stare.

they were respectful, remaining trained on your face and only your face- something you realize just how much you appreciated in the current moment. however, his stare was strong, yearning, and you found yourself looking right back down at the ground.

jaemin took a slow step forward, then another, and another, and each step made your body jump nervously and your heart beat erratically. it was only when a shadow cast itself upon that baby blue splotch on the floor did you peel your eyes back up.

at first, you avoided his eyes. you stared at his pretty cheeks, his neckline, his cute nose, and even his lips (which you got far more lost in than you care to admit).

then, as if he had discovered your tactic, he put a comforting hand under your chin and demanded you to look up with one gesture.

his eyes were soft. sweet melodies mixing with cherry blossom trees and their falling petals stared down at you, like a scene brought forth from a movie. it played in his eyes, slowly at first, then with a faster pace, and soon enough, you’d been sucked into the movie he’d created with just a glance.

dark brown met your orbs, swirling with curiosity and fear, before the tidal wave ensued and you felt like you were drowning.

drowning in him.

“can i paint you, cherry blossom?” jaemin asked sweetly, but the sultry tone in his voice had you weak in the knees. you tried not to overthink it, but the question was swirling with meanings unbeknownst to you, and the potential knowledge of it all had you excited for what was to come.

your response came out at a quiet whisper, so low that you worried if he even heard it to begin with, “yes.”

one of his hands wandered down to your hip, comfortingly tracing circles into the skin. his finger trailed up, erupting a flurry of tingles from the point. you shivered at the sensation, swallowing thickly. his finger went up and up until it ran into the fabric of your bra, and both of you stilled.

“can i take this off?” he asked, breath fanning your face. instinctively, your hand came up to his wrist and squeezed, using him as your anchor to earth- so you didn’t float away because of the bliss he never failed to give you.

nodding meekly, you felt yourself freeze when his fingers raised to toy with your bra straps. it was like he was playing with you; him the predator and you the prey; as he pulled the straps away from your skin and let them smack back against you. it was a shock of electricity and you hummed quietly.

once he deemed his toying sufficient enough, his hands finally ghosted over the back of your bra until they found the clasp in the back. he sent you one final look before you felt his hands tug at the back- and all in one motion, your bra was slipping off your shoulders and down your arms.

he helped the piece of clothing to come off, fingers softly pulling the black straps until it hit the floor with a soft thud.

your eyes remained locked with jaemin’s, preventing his eyes from wandering to the exposed skin of your chest- which, at the given moment, you were dying to cover with your arms.

jaemin took a hesitant step back before turning, heading over to his desk to look at his sketch. he grabbed a container of pink paint and reached over for a thicker brush, twirling it between his fingers as he approached you once again.

the tube made a loud noise when he squeezed it (something you actually appreciated considering it relieved some of the ill feeling that came with the awkward, tension-filled silence) and he applied a bit of the pink paint to the tip of his brush.

you expected it to be cold and uncomfortable, but you were pleasantly surprised once the brush touched the soft skin of your stomach. it was a sensation you’d never felt before, but you breathed in a surprised gasp. it was ticklish at first, the uneven feel of the differing bristle length rubbing against your skin and making you shiver.

you didn’t forget about one of jaemin’s hands on your waist. his hand was big, perfectly cupping your hip and you couldn’t help but look at your position as something more. him leaning into you, eyes darting across your skin as he painted colors upon you. one of his hands cupping you, squeezing on occasion, and fingers thrumming to their own little beat.

it was when he began to paint the skin beneath your breast that things got more heated than you expected. he’d switched to a thinner brush now, purple paint glistening on the tip before he put it to your skin. it was the eye contact he maintained while tracing the underneath of your chest; it was the feel of his breath against your face; it was how your stomach churned uneasily every time you thought about him near you- all of it, it all contributed.

you felt like you were nearing a frenzy. the need to taste his lips on yours, the need to feel his hands- not that stupid little brush- on your skin, the need to feel him in an intimate way you’ve only ever dreamed about with him; you were going crazy.

then, he switched to bare hands, and you knew he knew. he had figured you out by now, you were sure.

dots of yellow paint littered his fingertips and he felt even closer to you than you thought he was previously; close enough to touch if you were only to lean forward just the tiniest bit.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs, finger beginning to trail circles into the skin of your abdomen. trailing upward in swirling motions before finally, his nail began to scratch sensually at your breast, and yellow painted over pink and purple. “tell me to stop and we end this right now.”

it was like he was begging. voice small and quiet, a desperate hint lacing his tone.

“don’t stop,” you said; the first thing you were confident about in months. you didn’t want him to stop, not now, not ever.

passion.

that’s what kissing jaemin was like. at first, his lips had hovered dangerously close to your own, tempting you to just pucker your own and kiss him. before you could do it, however, he had you under his spell and your lips were trapped against his own. his tongue had completely taken over you, molding with your own before he had you twisted in the feel of him, tangled in him like he was a live vine.

he made you breathless, every emotion mixing with the other until you were falling into him, hands desperately clawing at his neck, his cheek, his chin, until you were sure you’d colored him in your own paint of red marks.

“god,” he murmured against your lips, and finally, he pressed you flush against him. you knew you were covering him in paint and you could feel your breasts push up against his chest, but for once, you didn’t mind.

you felt good. he felt good. everything about the situation felt so fucking good.

“so perfect,” jaemin says softly, squeezing the flesh of your hip. he backed you up until you were against the paint table, shoving his collection of brushes to the side (which, considering he was missing one of his most important brushes, was a pretty big deal) and helping you jump up and onto the newly cleared space.

his hands roamed to your thighs as your lips connected once more, and a surprised gasp was swallowed by him once he slapped your thigh gently. lips traveling to kiss the expanse of your neck, he began whispering against you. you could hardly hear him over your own breathy little sounds, but the words went straight to your heart.

“prettiest girl.”

“so beautiful.”

his hands traced shapes on your thighs, “best thighs. love your thighs- god, i fucking love your thighs.”

you whimpered needily, grasping at his hair.

when he pushed you back against the table, encouraging you to lay down, you somewhat panicked internally at the knowledge that you’re actually about to be bare in front of him, on display for him to judge- or maybe admire.

when he doesn’t do either of those, instead leaning down to kiss down your body, a part of you is conflicted. you’re grateful he didn’t stare because that means he didn’t openly judge you. but at the same time, you wanted his admiring gaze upon your body.

however, he did something much better than that.

applying tiny, sweet little kisses to every inch of skin he crossed, including your breasts, he whispered a praise about everything- and, slowly, you felt yourself relax as your insecurities faded away.

“so soft,” he whispered, referring to your skin.

“do you have any idea how much these drive me crazy?” jaemin nearly growls, raising both hands to cup and squeeze your boobs as he dotted the area with soft, open-mouthed kisses.

you were experiencing an all new high.

tears thickly lined your eyes and sweet wispy moans left your lips. everything was overwhelming, and you were acutely aware of every touch on your skin. his tongue that would occasionally dart out to wet your skin (which he would later blow cool air on and make you shiver). his pillowy lips that danced over your body and left purple marks in their wake. his fingers that dug into your hips and tugged you impossibly closer to him, and snuck their way against your panty line to feel the soft material he’d yet to remove.

“pretty little tummy,” he said softly, gently kissing your stomach until you felt like the butterflies were going to eat you alive from the inside out. his menstruations were sinful, yet his words so pure and innocent.

something you had to remind yourself jaemin was far from.

every time he returned to your lips, you could feel his bulge rub against your clothed pussy and you wanted to scream; to grab hold of him and force him to do what you wanted- needed most.

yet you remained as patient as you could, your fingers drumming idly against his shoulders as a form of distraction.

“you know how long i’ve wanted you, cherry blossom?”

the name seemed so sweet prior, now it was laced with something more. something dark and lustful- something you were beginning to like.

you shook your head in response to his question, feelings his lips attach to the skin of your neck. you leaned your head back and allowed access. with his new angle, he began to nip and bite at your neck, taking your breath away.

“so long,” he nearly whined, pressing himself against you, “can i show you?”

“please…” you cried, grabbing him by his paint-stained shirt and taking his lips with your own greed.

you were grateful you had kissed him, you really were. because the boy was faster than you ever imagined he could be, swiping down your underwear with one swift, easy pull. his pants took a bit longer to free him from, but once he finally did, you had never been more excited for something in your life.

with all of his sweet gestures and his prior praise, your body was practically begging for him. arousal pooled in the underwear that lay discarded in the far corner of the room, and it took moments for jaemin to swipe his hard member against your pussy to gather your wetness.

his fingers played with your opening, slowly easing in and out in the hopes of preparing you for him- and damn was he glad he did, because the string of unending noises you let out in response was nothing short of music to his ears.

“need you,” you whimpered, biting back a moan. “please.”

with that begging look in your eye, who was he to say no? he kissed you hard, passionately, roughly- something you’d always dreamed of, and yet, it paled in comparison to the real thing.

and finally, with a strangled groan, did jaemin slip inside your heat.

what a dream come true.

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