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grugruel · 9 days

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His Little Killer

Pairings: Cooper howard x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

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Summary: in reluctant companionship with a ghoul, which turns out to be exactly as dreadful as you'd thought. You find yourself in a shoot-out where–post battle–one of your usual fights end way more pleasurable than usual.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: (violence, blood, death, in typical fallout manners), enemies to lovers, choking, pinv sex, rough sex, fingering, creampie, pet names (darlin', honey, killer, sweetheart), praise, a pinch of degradation.

AN: not yet proofread! Hope yall enjoy! (Yes, I'm unwell.'

Wood shattering, explosions booming–and charging footsteps heading straight for me. 'At my right!' I shout, gesturing in the direction of the steps. My voice barely registering above the racket of the fight.

Nonetheless, he heard me, I knew he did. Because bullets suddenly whizz past my makeshift cover in every direction except to my right.

The ammunition creating sick squelching noises as they collide with their targets, bloodsplatter spraying the walls a horrifying deep red. Meanwhile, in my corner. The heavy footsteps were left wide open to plough through the old wooden barrels I was hiding behind, 'Holy shii-' I squeak as im tackled to the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of my lungs. I try to cough, try to make my lungs open up as the man grabs hold of me. I hit my chest hard, desperately hoping it would do something–

He grabs my boots, pulling me toward him and finally- I get a breath of air. 'Stupid, fucking asshole.' I mutter through clenched teeth as I lunge and wrestle my attacker, our quarreling bodies kicking up a cloud of dust to swirl around us.

The man was big and foul-smelling, maybe it would've been better refered to as an it, considering the animalistic growls, snapping teeth, and fraying lips that bit and lunged at my face. He attempted to pin my arms to the ground while aiming its teeth at my jugular, but I was quicker. My knee smashing into his balls before he had a single thought of defending himself. He cried out in pain and I took my chance to roll him over, pinning him down with my weight instead, and I began throwing a wave of punches to his face, over and over again. 'I said MY right!' I shouted over my shoulder, weeks of fury and frustration bubbling up inside me as it fueled me into beating the ugly mut unrecognizable–when a second force slammed into my back, knocking me onto the ground once again. Another man, now climbing on top of me, his dirty fingers slithering around my throat and-

Another splatter, this time it's his blood–the second man's, and its sprayed all over me.

'Finally. . .' I exhale heavily, thudding back against the floor, splaying out with relief.

'Were really polishin' up on our teamwork.' A gruff voice announced, words coming out slow and steady with that self-satisfied tone which never failed to get on my nerves.

I heaved myself up on my forearms, angling my body so what remained of the man slumped off of me, and the source of the voice appeared like a specter from the dead man's shadow. 'You're a real pretty sight when ridin' a man like that.' He said, nodding to the guy with a bashed face.

I rolled my eyes, unbelievable. 'You mean while beating the shit out of him?' I ask, my voice pitching higher as I couldnt quite fathom the nerve of that man, despite forcing myself to get used to it over the past few weeks.

He hummed. 'Mhm, really got me goin' for a sec.'

My face scrunched up in disgust. 'Fucking cowboys.' I spat, renouncing the idea loudly. But, quietly, inside my mind, the thought had my core purring unwillingly.

'I shot right, just like you asked.' He shrugged, stalking closer, the drawl in his voice washing through the barren and now battered bar.

'The hell you did!' I hissed. He stopped at my feet, looming over me with his tall frame, frayed coat swaying around his chins, and that stupid cowboy hat covering half his face just like always. We'd been forced travelling companions for a while now, and I could say a lot of nasty things about him, but it was hard to deny- he was a real fucking apocalypse cowboy. Pretty cool if you cut his personality out of the picture.

'I said my right, what the fuck else do you think I ment with "my"?' I kick the lifeless body with my boot, emphasising my point.

'Well. . .' He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. '. . .my, right.' He smirked.

I shook my head, shooting him daggers. 'Not even you are moronic enough to get that wrong, ghoul.'

'Well, you're right.' He admitted, shocking me for a second. But then, the problem I've always had with him, inescapable and always the same–he never shut his damn mouth when he ought to–and continued, 'You need to work om your phrasin', honey.'

I shut my eyes, screwing them together so tight I began wishing I could disintegrate from annoyance and seep through the cracks between the weathered floorboards like a corn of sand. But no, I was stuck with him, and had to lay there listening to his idiocy. 'How–?' I sighed a heavy, exasperated sigh. '–is it possible for a man to be so full of himself, yet- never talk about himself?'

'Tricks of the trade, sweetheart.' He winked, clicking his tongue while those forsaken eyes roamed my body like a predator sizing up it's prey, and extended a hand toward me as if it were no big deal.

Exhausted as I was, accepting his help seemed sorely tempting to my tired body. After a moments hesitation, I decided–once, wouldn't harm my morals. So, I grabbed his hand with reluctance and let him pull me to my feet. 'I could've died, I hope you realise.'

'Yes. . . But you didn't.' His lips pulling into a grin. 'I wouldn't let that happen'.'

'You're a real bastard, y'know that?' the words left my lips with an unintentional drawl, damn that man.

The ghoul cocked an inexistent eyebrow. 'If I didnt know any better, I'd say im rubbin' of on you, honey.'

Another scoff from me. 'The only thing you're rubbing–is me the wrong way.' I spat, this time making a point of speaking as plainly as possible.

His eyes lit up suspiciously, filling with mischief as his widening smile creased them. 'Well, tell me how you like it then and I'll do it the right way.' He smirked, his voice gravely as it scraped along my spine with a shiver. He always did this, He'd call me nicknames, flirt with me. All cause he knew I hated it. But now he's just bordering on harassment. It did however, not, stop the heat from rising to my cheeks, or for a blush to seep through my skin. He'd staggered me, I truly didn't know how to react. What happened next was purely instinctively driven–

The palm of my hand made contact with his cheek, a crisp slap sounding out through the room. I even confused myself for a moment, almost as I was the one who'd been hit. But I would've been furious, how he reacted, well. . .

'There you are. . .' He purred, his tone lethal. '. . .my little killer.' A grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer.

He was pure poison, somehow both hot and cold as he ran through my veins. 'I ain't yours.' He wss the only person- ghoul, who could get on every nerve I possessed, lighting it ablaze with frustration.

'No. . .? You ain't?' He chuckled, 'You're sure startin' to sound like it, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me, the way you blush when I call you pretty little names.' He nodded toward my eyes, his hat tipping with the movement as he took another step, gaining on the precious distance between us. I feared he was right, too, my cheeks burned in a way I'd never noticed before. Had I always reacted like this? Before I knew it–I'd flung my palm for his face a once again-

Only this time, he caught my wrist. 'Tsk tsk tsk, you can do better than that, killer.' He let go off me, forcefully shoving my arm back to my side with a scoff.

But now, I'm the one stepping closer, pushing him away by the chest simultaneously. 'I hate you.' I spit, taking another step and push again, but this time he doesn't budge, and I was left standing mere inches away from him, my hands pressed firmly against his chest as my own heaved with frustrated breaths, strands of hair hanging over my face from the ordeal.

'Good. . .' He whispered, brushing wild strands of hair from my face. '. . .Now, show me how much you hate me.'

I could've slapped him again, pushed him again, done anything else than what I actually did. But my body acted on instinct, again-

I crashed into him, my hands grabbing his face as our lips met in a battle for control. He released a breathy moan, his trigger ready hands finding my waist impossibly quick to pull me flush against him, our bodies clashing together in a thud. He hummed. 'That's right, killer. Show me.' He whispered in the air-swallowing gasps between our kisses.

I put pressure behind my hands, walking him backward while my fingers found the buttons of his vest. Undoing them along with the shirt, then slid his coat and vest down his shoulders in one go, right before his back collided with the bar top. My hands found themselves making their beneath his shirt, feeling the dents of his scarred chest as I sucked his lip between my teeth, and bit down. A sharp hiss escaped him, quickly being replaced by a wide grin. 'Naughty girl.' He breathed.

Smiling, I pushed myself off of him. 'You bring it out of me.' I panted, pulling my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned back against the bar, bracing himself on his elbows as his eyes roamed over my bare chest and flushed face. 'Those are the prettiest fuckin' tit's I've ever seen. . .' He spoke in a low voice, too filled with lust to allow him anything else. 'Now, would you mind.' His hand gestured below my waist, his index finger sliding through the air as he traced the buttons of my pants from a distance.

And an idea struck me, suddenly feeling like I wanted to indulge myself in a little torture. Turning around, I did as he told me and began unbuttoning them, slowly. Terribly, terribly slowly. Sliding them over my hips and down my thighs, bucking my knees and bending over slightly as I pulled my panties down along with them. Just as I stepped out if them and looked over my shoulder to give him a coy little look, perhaps revel in the feeling of his pained expression–I was in for a surprise.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I came fave to face with him, but he wasn't just standing there- no. He collided with my back, his arms already wrapped around ny front to catch me. His shirt bow nowhere to be seen. 'Enough.' He growled, one strong arm wrapping around my breasts as the other wrapped around my waist. He raised me off the floor, held tightly against his chest. I squeeked, giggling as I pulled my legs up. Completley overcome with the anticipation of what was about to befall me–then I all of a sudden found myself pushed over the bar top, chest against the smooth luke warm surface. The quality off it telling me it hadn't been bought when fitted into this weathered building.

Then, the clanging of metal, leather groaning, friction, and his belt hit the floor. Gruff hands ran over the swell of my ass and down the arch of my back, taking his time to feel all of me. 'Been thinkin' 'bout this, how you'd feel falling apart beneath me, on top of me–' he leaned over me, hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled me flush against him only to whisper in my ear. '–around me. . .' He breathed, dragging the words out. '. . . All wet 'n messy with my cum fillin' you up.'

A moan left my lips. 'Show me.' Was all I could get out, a silent pleading to make all those thoughts a reality–and so he did.

Before I knew it, a hand had disappeared to line himself up with my entrance, pushing inside me without as much as a warning.

'Fuck!' I cried out, my voice breaking as my breath left me. It felt never ending, he was huge. But oh, he felt so good.

He groaned, finally stopping as he'd sunken all the way into my core. 'So wet for me already.' His hand slid over my back and shoulder, molding itself to my throat as the other grabbed my hip. Already flush with my back, he inclined his head, leaving trail of kisses along my spine and neck.

'Fuck me, please Coop-' it was the first time I'd called him by his name, and I realised it the second it left my lips.

His lips curled against my skin, a smile-

He thrusted into me, again and again. My back arching into an angled I had no idea it was capable of, helping him hit my core at every rut of his hips–not that he needed it. The 200+ years of experience really showed, and they were definitely felt.

The bar was dead silent, no noise except for our joint breaths of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin. It was lewd and brutal, and It made me absolutely delerious. His low, pained grunting in my ear did nothing to ease the matter. He'd created an aching so strong within me I wasn't sure It'd ever be able to be tamed.

'Harder, harder, please.' I stuttered, the words barely coming out between my heavy pants. Fuck, he made me feral. Without even trying, that's just what he was capable of. It annoyed me, he managed to annoy me while fucking me senseless. Oh, how I wish I could hate him, but there was no going back now.

Coop left little love bites all along my shoulder, and up the side of my throat, nipping and kissing in equal meassure as his breathing warmed my skin deliciously. Doing it all with such precision I couldnt understand, his thrust were rocking my emtire body, his chest rubbing againdt my back, yet he could be so delicate. I side ive never seen before. 'Little killer ain't so tough no more, is she?' He whispered, placing a kiss behind my ear before biting the lobe, tugging in it gently.

'. . . Mmh- 'm not, I'm not.' I got out. I was whatever he said I was while he delivered this type of pleasure on a silver platter. I didn't care, my morals had been thrown out the window the second his lips touched mine.

'Well, look at that. Admittin' defeat already?' I could feel his stupid grin again, his pace slowing- still ruthless, but it did enough for that feeling of building pressure to wain inside me.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes hard as I tried to focus on his member moving inside me, desperate not to lose that red string that'd lead me to climax.

'Words, sweetheart. Use em'. .'

'Dont fucking care.' I cried. 'J- just- Fuck. Me. Harder.' I ground out, my teeth clenching real hard from a mix of desperation and frustration for the pressure to start rebuilding.

'That'll do.' He groaned, squeezing my throat. All the while his other hand slid down to my cunt, starting condensed circling around my clit. And just like that, he'd made me into a whimpering mess for him to steady, falling apart beneath him just like he'd thought. Then he simply took up right where he left off, without missing a beat he thrusted so ferociously I was sure I'd be bruising on every single part of my body from the vibrations that rumbled through my muscles alone.

The darkness of my lips were specking with white, a wall of pressure building brick by brick in my abdomen. 'Close, so fucking close.' I whimpered.

'Good- Good job sweetheart. Doin' so good for me.' He burried his face in my hair, nuzzling his nose into its scent, inhaling it as he too approached climax. And there it was, that sudden softness. It was almost unsteadying my senses more than his touch, more than his thrusts, but only almost. 'You sound so sweet for me, honey. Let me hear ya'. . .' He moaned, exhaling warmth against the nape of my neck.

I obliged, of course I did. 'Feels so good, Coop- so close. . .' I panted, tears burning my eyes as they began rolling down my cheeks.

He slid his hand upward, keeping it between me jaw and throat, still choking me as he angled my face over my shoulder, enabling him to kiss me properly. And I've never been more thankful because I was about to cry myself dry as the wall broke. Pleasure flooding through my body in tidal waves, my knees bucking beneath me. 'Good girl.' He praised, voice muffled against my lips. Fingers stopping to instead cup my aching cunt. 'My good fuckin' girl, my little killer.' He moaned softly, my lips vibrating from the roughness in his voice as he caught me, delivering a final few ruts of his hips before he too came. Doing just as he promised, filling me up with his cum.

He loosed his grip around my throat and slit, letting me depend on the counter for support while he held me. 'Still hate me?'

'Yes.' I didn't, but it'd be a long time before I admitted that to him.

'Good.' And then there was silence, our lungs catching up with our breaths. 'Still wanna see those pretty hips ride me.' He murmured as he hugged me from behind, his hand sliding lower, pinching my hipbone.

'Ow! Asshole.' I yelped, and he kissed my shoulder to make up for it. But the thought was alluring nonetheless. I wriggled in his embrace, looking around at the destruction we'd caused, at the- dead bodies. And a pang of guilt hit me. 'Fine, but not here.' I agreed, actually wanting nothing more than to get out of there and sit in his lap, maybe ride his thighs too.

We redress, and share a kiss before leaving. 'Can't wait to taste that cunt of yours, killer.' He murmured suddenly. Leaving me staggered once again.

Ugh, I'm done for.

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veltana · 7 months

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Mutual Satisfaction - Avengers!Bucky x Avengers!Reader

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

✦ Word count: ~3k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings: One shot, pwp, A LOT of dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Bucky, sub!reader, manhandling, piv, slight dumbification, pet names (angel/master), safe sex, condoms, cum shot, aftercare, fluff (because I neeeeed it!)

✦ Summary: "Was it because of what I said," he leans forward to whisper into your ear. The warmth of his body pressing against yours even though he's not touching you. "Did your tiny little brain think of all the ways I could fuck you until you're a mess?"

✦ Note: This is nothing but pure self-indulgent smut, that's heavily dialogue-based. Let me know if you like it! (It's also posted on AO3)

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The chime from your phone makes you look away from the TV screen.

"Sorry, one sec."

You find it buried under some pillows but the excitement you initially felt quickly turns sour when you see the response. With a sigh of disappointment, you drop it and return to choosing a movie together with Bucky.

"Bad news?" he asks as he flips through the list.

"Yup," you conclude.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"It's honestly nothing, just scheduling issues."

"With your boyfriend?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"He's not my boyfriend. We just sleep together," you point out.

"I'm sure you can find someone else, you're an avenger now. Bet they're lining up to get a chance with you," Bucky shrugs.

You scrunch your nose. "I'm tired of being disappointed. I'd rather wait and have my needs met, even if it's frustrating."

"That long huh?"

"Between all the missions and not being free at the same time, it's been months."

"Yeah, same." Bucky murmurs and stops on a movie. "What about this one?"

"Yeah, sure."

You settle down against the numerous pillows you have been bringing to Bucky's room since you started having these movie nights a couple of months ago. His TV is bigger and his couch is much softer than yours. Plus the two of you fit comfortably on this one, with enough room for both to stretch out.

"So why won't just a regular guy do it for you?" Bucky asks and takes a fist of popcorn, stuffing it in his mouth.

Shrugging you say "I need someone I can trust, with my body and my mind. Takes a lot of talking in the beginning, but now it's almost as good as therapy for getting out of my head."

"Don't like thinking?"

"Not during sex. I just need someone else to make decisions for me, use me however they like. Not ask me what I want, just flip me over, make me come until I can't see straight, and fuck me until they're satisfied. If I pick someone up at a bar, all they do is slap my ass and finish a minute later."

Both of you are silent and watch the movie before you ask.

"What about you?"

"Look at me," he chuckles. "The metal arm scares the majority and the ones that are left usually can't handle what I want."

"And what do you want?"

"Control, over something, someone. Watching as they go dumber and dumber the more orgasms I can force from them. Until they can't speak. Just owning their warm body for a moment, taking as long as I need because they don't want to be anywhere else than on my cock," Bucky laughs.

The laugh gets stuck in your throat because there is no denying Bucky's words have an impact on you. Hopefully, he doesn't notice and you refuse to move and rub your thighs together. Then you both continue to watch the movie, but it's hard to concentrate. All you imagine is Bucky using your body and finally getting the release that you've been longing for. How much would it fuck up the team dynamic if you started sleeping together? You force yourself to watch the movie and not entertain those thoughts anymore.

Two hours later, after the table has been cleaned off, you're heading for the door, mind already back in your own room and the toys you'll undoubtedly need to take care of yourself to be able to sleep. Then you feel a hand on your wrist, and in a flash, you’re pinned with your back against the door, Bucky's hand securely holding both your arms above your head. You're not sure if the breath that leaves your lungs is because the force pushes it out of you or because you're instantly so turned on. Either way, there is no denying the impact his closeness has.

"So, are you going to tell me what you've been thinking about the whole movie?" There is a knowing smirk on his lips.

"What? Nothing? I was watching it."

"Don't play dumb with me, you were far off somewhere else for most of the time."

You swallow hard, opening and closing your mouth a few times. It's embarrassing that you've been on his couch, thinking lewd thoughts about him when you're not even that close—something between coworkers and friends.

"Was it because of what I said," he leans forward to whisper into your ear. The warmth of his body pressing against yours even though he's not touching you. "Did your tiny little brain think of all the ways I could fuck you until you're a mess?"

A whine crawls up your throat unbidden and you turn your head to the side, shame making your ears warm.

"All you have to do is ask," he prompts. "Or tell me to let you go and we can pretend this never happened."

The last thing is out of the question. You just need to work up enough courage to tell him what you need. Everything about him pierces your senses, making you high of his smell, touch, and sound.

In the end, all you can come up with is, "Bucky please." And bucking your hips up in the hope of finding some friction for your throbbing core.

But he just makes an unimpressed sound.

"No, you have to do better than that." Then he pauses and uses his free hand to turn your head until you're looking into his blue eyes.

"We'll go over everything properly before next time," his voice is calm and to the point. Making it clear he expects you to listen. "But right now I think we need each other. We'll use traffic lights or you'll tell me if it's too rough or too much. Understand?"

"Yes Bucky," you answer.

He releases your face and your arms, placing his hands on either side of your head instead. With a smile that makes you wetter than you already are, he says, "Good girl. Now do a better job at begging."

He is effectively displaying his whole body for you and in seconds you have your palms on his chest, caressing carefully up and down, feeling his corded muscles beneath the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Bucky please," you beg in a delicate voice. "I need you to touch me. I want to feel you everywhere. Please help me come, it hurts so bad."

His pupils dilate, almost eclipsing the blue in his eyes. Then he presses his knee up between your legs, lifting you off the ground enough that only the tip of your toes reaches the floor.

"Here, use my leg and hump it. We'll see what you deserve after that."

Oh, he's got a mean streak, you realize, and you're all for it. Wiggling on his thigh to get a better position you grab a hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and try to move. It's difficult and not nearly enough to get you where you wish but you're absolutely enjoying the way he's playing with you and speaking to you.

"Look at the innocent little angel using my leg. What else can I make you do to get off huh?"

With a whine you work faster, chasing something barely there.

"Something you'll learn very quickly, little angel, is that I don't share, but I do like showing off my property. Let everyone see but not let anyone touch."

"Yes!" you moan. "I'll be anything you need, just help me, please Bucky!"

"I'll hold you to that," he promises. Suddenly his knee is gone but instead, his body is pressed hard against yours and his lips descend. The kiss is filthy and needy, your hands grab onto his head, trying to get more of him even though he's already as close as he can come. You suck on his tongue and lips and he does the same to you, before mouthing his way over your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking. His beard pricks you but it's a mild discomfort to the one between your legs.

A string of needy noises tumble out of your mouth and you're about to start begging again but right then he lifts you and turns around, heading over to his large bed. As your body touches the sheets his hands start pulling at your clothes and you do the same to him. Moments later both of your are naked on the bed, making out like horny teenagers, rutting mindlessly against each other. His fingers find your hard clit, gently circling it a few times before dipping into the wetness at your opening. You mewl into his mouth in delight, thinking he's going to start filling you with his fingers, but instead, he spreads the slick back up to your clit and starts flicking it slowly.

Throwing your head back you moan his name loudly, no thoughts if you can be heard through the walls, everything is focused on the way he's touching you. His mouth finds your nipple and you get impossibly hotter and wetter. The months-long dry spell quickly catches up to you. Bucky fingers are expertly playing with you, never too hard or too light, hurling you towards the climax.

"Can I cum Bucky? Please can I cum?!"

His laugh tickles your skin, his fingers slow and he looks up at you.

"Yes, you can this time, just because you asked so nicely."

His fingers gather more of your wetness before picking up speed again. The band in your stomach quickly snaps and you scream out your release, blabbering "Thank you-thank you-thank you!"

Without getting a second to breathe you're flipped onto your stomach, then his hands lift your hips and you fold your knees in under you.

"Grab me a condom in the drawer angel," he directs and with unsteady hands and a complaining whine you open the drawer and rummage around until you find a square package.

"Don't whine when I'm trying to do the right thing," he growls and smacks your ass. "I know a little slut like you wants to be pumped full of cum until you're dripping." He leans down over you until his mouth is next to your ear, his raw dick rubbing against your sensitive cunt. Plucking the condom from your fingers he whispers, "You'll have to earn my cum, angel."

A jolt of pleasure-filled electricity shoots through you, just imagining yourself on your knees in front of him, doing anything he asks.

"I'll do anything, master," the name slips out by pure habit. "I'll be good, let you use me in any way you like, any hole. Anything to earn your cum, please, master."

A groan can be heard from behind together with the sound of the foil being torn open. Impatiently you wiggle your ass, arching your back even more, presenting yourself. In reward you get several more slaps, making you cry out as the pain shoots straight to your cunt.

"Oh, angel, keep talking sweet like that and you'll earn yourself another orgasm."

His dick notches at your opening and you still obediently. Both of you moan in unison as he presses inside. He's clearly on the bigger side but there is hardly any resistance since you're dripping with slick. In moments you're fuller than you've been in months, clawing at the sheets in front of you.

"Good girl, taking me so fucking well," his hands spread your cheeks. "I wish you could see how your greedy little pussy is swallowing me."

"Wa-want it, master, want it so much, feels so good!"

A wail leaves you as he starts pistoning his hips into you. If it weren't for the fact that he also pulls your hips back towards him every time, you'd end up with your head in the wall.

"Give me your hands," he instructs and you put them behind your back quickly, folding them and gripping your underarms. His vibranium hand closes around both your wrists while the other grabs your hair, pulling your head back.

You love his harsh grip on you, how he does what he wants with your body while he fucks you. All you can do is moan and whine and cry as he thrusts without any sign of slowing down any time soon. Usually around this time your FWB is about to come, and even though you're always satisfied in the end, sometimes you wish for more. The serum in his veins must give him superhuman stamina when it comes to everything.

Without warning he releases your hair and pulls hard on your arms, raising your body from the bed, his free hand coming round to grab your neck.

"Color?" He grunts, never missing a beat with his hips.

"Green! Bucky it's fucking green. Please! More!"

"You dirty little slut! Can't get enough of my cock huh?"

"No, master, want it always!" You cry.

"That's fucking right, god you feel so good. Next time I'm going to fuck you raw and watch the cum pour out of your pussy. How about right before Tony's big party? Put you in a short little dress with no panties so everyone can see my cum running down your legs."

The image of yourself, flustered and embarrassed while Bucky parades you around makes you keen, pushing back against him. You are nothing but his toy, he can do whatever he wants and you would gladly say 'Yes, master.'

The incessant need to come makes your legs weak, trembling from being held up and fucked within an inch of your life.

"Master, can I come? Your dick feels so good, can I please come on it?"

Releasing your wrists, his vibranium arm comes around your waist, pulling you flush with his chest before traveling down to your aching clit.

"This what you need, angel?"

The unrelenting metal against the softest part of your flesh pulls more desperate sounds from you as you try to rock against it, the pleasure eating you up from the inside, erasing every trace of cognitive thought. When you don’t answer he chuckles next to your ear, "I think my cock has made you dumb, angel. No thoughts left in that tiny little head of yours."

Your hands land on his arm, needing something to hold onto. He hasn’t permitted you yet, the orgasm is shimmering right underneath your skin, threatening to break through any second. The only thing you know is that you don’t want to disappoint him.

"My angel is doing so good, go ahead and come for me, make sure you scream my name when you do. Let everyone hear that this cunt belongs to me."

Instead of continuing with his fingers, his whole palm lands on your clit, a few slaps that don’t hurt in the slightest, only enhancing your pleasure, before the heel of his hand presses against your clit.

"Come on, show me how you look when you let go. Be a good little angel for me, come on my cock."

In a blinding light of pleasure, you scream his name, just like he wants, bending your head until it rests against his shoulder, shuddering and shaking from the release.

"Looking beautiful my little angel, so fucking pretty, strangling my cock." He hugs you tightly towards him for a second before pushing you forward. Your arms only cushion the fall lightly, there is no strength left in your body. Looking over your shoulder you see his eyes, blazing with lust, his mouth slightly open. Then he pulls out and you watch him tear the condom off, jerking himself, and with a loud groan of your name he finishes on your ass and back. As the spurts of cum hit your skin you close your eyes and sigh in contentment. Owned. Used. Satisfied for the first time in months.

With a giggle you fall to the side, uncaring if you're messing up his sheets. He lands on his back in front of you a moment later, chest still heaving.

"That was…" he begins, turning his head towards you with a small smile. Before continuing he rolls over on his side, reaching and pulling you in towards his naked chest, tilting your head up, and placing a small chaste kiss on your lips.

"Amazing? Wonderful? Mind-blowing?" you suggest with a smile to finish his sentence.

"All of the above angel."

For a couple of minutes, you lie there, just content with what just happened, before Bucky says,

"Come on, we need to clean you up."

He stands from the bed and picks you up with no effort, carrying you to the small bathroom and turning on the shower. Carefully he places you down on the tile and the warm spray is a harsh contrast to the cold sweat that has dried on your skin.

"How do you feel?"

Your only response is a happy humming noise that makes him smile, before he reaches for a bottle of shower gel. He makes you turn around, leaning your arms against the wall as he begins to clean you. His touch is firm as he washes your back and ass, giving you a light massage before he moves on to the rest of your body. Then you help him, even if what you do is mostly smear suds over his pecs. When he's done the both of you stand under the warm spray.

"Any immediate soreness?" He asks.

"No," you sigh happily. "Might feel something tomorrow, but we'll see then."

He finds you a clean towel afterward and dries you off, before handing you a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. Without questioning you put them on.

Fortunately, the sheets have minimal staining and both of you are too exhausted to care about changing them. Suddenly you realize you've just fucked Bucky and now you're staying in his bed for the night, with your head resting on his chest.

"What is this Bucky?" you mumble, even as sleep is dragging you down.

"Whatever you want it to be, angel, we'll work out the details in the morning," he assures you.

And if the other people at the compound heard you the night before, or notice that you're wearing one of Bucky's t-shirts to breakfast the next day, nobody says a word.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #avengers!bucky barnes #avengers!bucky barnes x avengers!reader #dom!bucky #sub!reader #veltana writes

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outisgivingpac · 8 months

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Pick-a-card: What kind of lover you are attracting?

Hello everyone, I'm back (kind of?) to deliver my first love reading ever! 👀🔥 This PAC will look into what kind of romantic (but also platonic) relationship you are inviting to your life with your current energy. Basically, we will see what personality traits you like about each other and what makes your relationship work. Be mindful that your energy changes over time, and with this collective reading, only take what resonates 🍀✨

If you want to book a personal reading with me, check out my pinned post. There you will also find the masterlist of all my free PAC! Enjoy~ 🌞

🐱Pick a pile/image you feel most drawn to🐱

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

Pile 1: Queen of Swords, 6 of Pentacles, 4 of Swords

First of all, the kind of lover you're attracting are drawn to you by your sharp wits, as well as your fierce and independent nature. Where others find your rough exterior difficult to deal with, this person finds charm and wisdom. They like how argumentive and opinionated you are, like you won't be afraid to speak up for the underdogs and can be real protective around your loved ones. In turn, you might like this person for their generous and forgiving nature. Though their ways of living might trigger your protective instinct at first, like how could someone be so comfortable laying their heart bare? What if someone take advantages of them?? (Lol) But soon enough, you will learn their kindness didn't come from naivety, but their rich life experiences; they are someone emotionally mature and capable to give and receive love from a healthy headspace. As someone who had to navigate through life with careful calculation and always on alert, you will grow to trust this person to mean what they say and be genuine with you throughout your relationship. Fundamentally, you both see each other as a sanctuary. You know the other got your back in the end of the day, and got to "recharge" just by spending time together. Platonic or romantic, this seems to be a wholesome connection that helps you stay grounded during turbulent time.

Pile 2: 4 of Cups reversed, Page of Swords, The Moon reversed

The first thing came up when I read your cards is how it feels like you guys meet/interact with each other in a highly specific environment. Meaning, you don't neccessarily have access to each other's personal life or have constant communication, but just expect to see each other at particular time and space. You could easily be classmate or colleagues, or are sharing a mutual friend. I hear some of you would refer to each other to a third person with a really specific nickname, for example "that guy who takes double expresso" or sth like that. You like this person because they're a social-butterfly with a lotta energy. They often poke fun with you and are fairly successful. On their side, they find you interesting, despite the first impression of you being quite standoffish. You managed to take them aback several times with some witty/funny remarks. They think you have a lot to offer, long as others put effort to help break the ice. This relationship seems to be of a casual and light-hearted nature. It sounds strange but, it just works when neither parties know where they are going, nor do they try too hard to stir the boat somewhere specific. It's the kind loose committal relationship that deepen slowly overtime, like the sediment at the bottom of a river.

Pile 3: 2 of Swords, Strength, Temperance reversed

The person you're attracting seems to be someone you would usually consider as "out of your league". Unlike you who always strike for a harmony in a group, this person has a strong and upfront personality, though I won't describe them as unkind or selfish. Quite the opposite, they are incredibly wise and have a big heart of an advocate. In your eyes, they have accomplished a lot of admirable goals with their talent second to their tenacity and hard work. Comparing to them, you might find yourself too indecisive and easily flustered to step out of your comfort zone. On the other hand, they see you as someone with many contradictions and complex inner world. In conversation with you, they can tell how you have many different interests and potentials, yet more often than not surrender your choices to the circumstances or other people. On the surface, it seems like a "I can fix them" kind of attraction, but at the same time I don't sense a strong desire to force themselves in your life from this person. In other words, they are not someone who would force others to change in order to match them. But they will wait and see if you will break out of the comfort zone, or from the harmony of "how things should be", with your own conviction. If anything, they want to be one of your conscious choice, not an convenient option due to the circumstances.

#tarot #tarot community #tarot reading #intuitive readings #pac #pick a card #pick a card reading

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afledglings-guideto-witchcraft · 5 months

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Updated Post. Imma be real for a sec, some of the new information that was brought to my attention is amazing and, in fact, very helpful, so I'm making an updated post to this one here.

A Beginners Guide to Crystals.

How to spot fakes (typically glass) and dyed crystals, Crystal Shapes, and Crystal Color Associations are the topics in this post.

How to spot glass, resin, and other types of fake crystals. (You can still 100% use them in witchcraft, but if you want genuine crystals, then this guide may help you do just that!)

If you think that your crystals are fake, here are some things you can look and do to tell.

Rubbing your crystal with a finger should reveal tiny pores on the surface of the crystal. If it does not have any pores and is instead completely smooth, then it's possible that it's glass or resin.

While some crystals can have naturally formed air bubbles in them, it is rare and may just be glass that was shaped into the crystal.

You can easily search up "fake crystal name" vs. "real crystal name" and compare the two pictures.

You can also look up "dyed crystals" vs. "undyed crystals" to see what a natural coloring of crystals should look like.

If you're worried that your turquoise is fake, then you can take the tip of a hot pin and press it into the crystal, if it burns then it's real, however if it starts to melt its a fake.

Opalite and Goldstone are glass crystals, man made.

9/10 times if your Crystal looks very brightly colored it could have been dyed.

I'll put in some pictures of glass/resin crystals next to the real crystals to show the difference.

Natural coloring of crystals occurs because of the different metals and other minerals that are absorbed during the creation of the crystal. Quartz is just silica and oxygen, so it's appears colorless, but when iron is absorbed, it creates purple or yellow, depending on how oxidized the iron was in the creation of the crystal.

Natural citrine does form, but it's not going to look burned or splochty.

Splotchy color in crystals usually means that it's been dyed, as you can see in the first two images. Dyed crystals also very obviously look dyed because of how brightly they are colored.

Even in Malachite, the green in the fake malachite is brighter than the genuine malachite. You can also look at the unnatural banding on the fake and compare it to real malachite.

Real opal is not see-through like Opalite is. Real opal is more clouded with spots of color, while opalite will have streaks of color or look like the see-through ones above.

Real turquoise is going to have brown or black webbings and cracks or chips, while dyed howlite is going to be smooth with brown or black inclusions. You can take a swab of acetone and rub it across the crystal to see if any coloring comes off. If the color does come off or the crystal looks lighter in the spot, then it's more than likely dyed howlite. You can also do that hot pin trick mentioned above.

The picture on the left is dyed howlite, while on the right is the natural turquoise. You can see that the natural crystal has deep webbing into the stone, very obvious cracks while the holite doesn't have cracks, only webbing that looks like it but it's going to be smooth along those lines.

Crystal Shapes in witchcraft

Double pointed- absorbs and emits energy.

Cluster- Radiates energy.

One point- concentrates and directs energy.

Raw- Strong open energy.

If the crystal is more round then the energy is going to be calmer

If the crystal has multiple points, then the energy is directed off of each point.

The size of the crystal doesn't dictate the amount of energy it gives off.

Different crystals have different energies that they give off. The ones most commonly used in witchcraft and their properties are listed below.

Clear quartz- Clarity

Amethyst- Grounding

Citrine- Happiness

Rose quartz- love

Black Tourmaline- Protection

Obsidian- also protection

Aventurine- luck

Tigers eye- money

Labradorite- aura healing and protection

There are many other crystals that give off similar energies that can be used. As stated, these are just some of the more commonly seen ones.

Now, different crystals can give off different energies depending on the person using them. Some people may see use amethyst as protection rather than obsidian or black tourmaline. Some may use aventurine for money spells over tigers eye. That's 100% okay.

Crystal Color Associations.

Color associations can depend on how the witch feels about a color. This is the general association plus how I use colors in my path.

Red- Anger/passion

Orange- Courage (or in my case repulsion)

Yellow- Happiness

Green- Luck and money

Blue- Calming or sadness (depending on the mood)

Purple- Spirituality

Brown- grounding

Pink- self love

Grey- solemn, seriousness.

With some crystals, the color is also associated with the things listed above. However, again, not all witches will use the color associations of crystals this way, and that's 100% okay. Each witch has a different path and different associations when it comes to the tools they use in their path.

If you're interested in learning about what energies different crystals give off, often just googling "what is crystal name used for in healing" and you will receive an answer.

Though with any type of research, please look at 3-5 other sources that say the same or similar thing. Though it may take more digging to come to a conclusion.

Thank you for reading the updated post, and let me know if I missed anything or if you'd like to add anything. A big thanks to everyone who has corrected the previous post on this subject and any posts that may have contained misinformation in them.

#witchcraft #fledglings guide to witchcraft #witch community #witchblr #witch topic #crystals #color association

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auteurdelabre · 5 months

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SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR (SERIES) Part 15

Word Count: 1.6

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions)

Warnings: fighting, violence. Wanna read the rest? Pinned post on my account has my masterlist!

AUTHORS NOTES: Comments and reblogs make me really happy. Thanks y'all for reading so far!

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You, Tommy and Maria stand in the play area, looking out at the groups of children. Maria has followed you out here, seeing your splotchy face. She pulls you to the side, asking Tommy to watch the kids while you chat.

"You didn't tell me," Maria says lowly, her arms crossed.

"Tried to when you were here last time," you say swallowing. "Chickened out I guess."

"Kinda says something don't you think?"

"Yeah, that I didn't want my best friend saying shitty stuff about the guy I was getting married to,” you say, dropping your voice when a random child in the ball pit gives you a worried look. “You know how happy I was for you when you got engaged to Tommy?"

"Tommy is a fucking dream, he treats me amazing," Maria insists in a hush.

"The thing is Maria I was happy because you were happy," you explain. "I don't see why you couldn't be that for me."

Maria's mouth opens and closes, not ready for that.

"Paul isn't perfect," you relent. "But neither am I."

"I can't stop you from marrying Paul," Maria says after a moment, her eyes troubled. "And if you do, I will support you and love you. But we’ve been friends a lot time. You’re the person that I can be real with and ever since you got back things have been weird with you, and I get that, I really do. But I feel like you're rushing into things with Paul."

"I just want to be happy."

"But you're not you with him," Maria says softly. "I don't know who this person is, this meek woman who goes along with all his shit."

"Maybe this is me," you say in a defeated voice. "Maybe this was really me the whole time."

“I really hope that isn’t true,” Maria says.

And then she’s gone, rushing from you back into the restaurant and into the toilets. You know that she’s just waiting you out. Waiting until you leave so she doesn’t say something ugly here at her future niece’s party.

Tommy is quiet, his eyes troubled. He keeps darting looks from you to the kids and then back again.

“If you want to say something then say it,” you grind out, summarily furious with so many people at once that you can only breathe hot anger at everyone in your proximity.

Tommy turns facing you, about to speak when he pauses, his gaze dragging over your shoulder and through the window into the restaurant. His brows furrow.

And then it’s like you’re supposed to see it. A flash of movement catches your eye and you watch as Joel’s strong arm twists and his fist connects with Paul’s jaw. It’s like it all happens in slow motion because you can see every detail. The clench of Joel’s teeth, the fury in his dark eyes, the way his shoulder ripples under his shirt as his fist finds purchase.

And then life resumes its normal pace and Paul is on the ground.

“Watch Sarah,” you tell Tommy with wide eyes. “Don’t let her come inside for a sec.”

Paul is on the ground, his split lip bleeding heavily. Tess is standing with her hand balanced on a nearby table for balance. Her face is white and her eyes are owlish in her face.

"What the fuck - Paul are you okay?"

Joel’s eyes dart over to see you rushing in from the play area, your face horrified. He glances back down at Paul and realizes with a heavy heart that there is an understanding in Paul's eyes. A dark, ugly understanding because his lips curl into a knowing sneer, even as he wipes the blood from his mouth

"I'm fine, baby," Paul croons, his eyes still on Joel.

Joel wants to shrivel up and die at the look you’re giving him now. A mixture of horror and disgust crossing your normally gentle, soft features. You drop to your knees, your hand going to his mouth before you twist around to glare up at him

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Joel?”

Joel is so thankful Sarah is in the playroom with Tommy and Jessie. Having the horrified looks of you and Tess is enough for him to wish the ground would swallow him up whole. The back of his neck feels like it’s on fire.

"Think we should go,” Paul says, affecting a wince as you help him to a stand.

"I agree," you say in a huff.

Joel takes a step towards you instinctively, but you shoot daggers at him.

"Stay away from me," you hiss.

Joel can only watch in misery as Paul's hand slides down to cup your ass as you walk away. His eyes are so pained, his entire body cold with despair. When Tess comes up to him, her hand going to his cheek he pulls back sharply.

“Stop.”

“She’s gone, Joel.”

And there is a curl of victory in her mouth that he can’t see, but feel. She tries to hide it under concern and sadness. It makes him bristle, the way she can affect false emotions so easily. He scans her face and decides it’s now. No waiting.

“It’s over Tess,” Joel says flatly. “It’s been over for a while now and I think you know it. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”

“Joel.”

“You did nothing wrong,” Joel assures her, not wanting to hurt her. “I just. . . I was never in all the way. Its my fault, Tess it is. Please don’t think it’s you.”

“You’re not serious,” Tess says, her hands stemming on her hips.

Maria has come back from the bathroom to find you and Paul gone and Tess and Joel at the start of what looks like a showdown. She considers leaving to give them privacy before she settles into a nearby chair, watching as she pretends to look through the photos in her camera.

“I am,” Joel says dimly. “I can’t be with you. Not when I’m. . . ”

He can’t finish it. Can’t say the words aloud because it already hurts to think them knowing now you’ll never be his. He looks wounded, his eyes trailing to the door that you exited through minutes before.

“You’re kidding,” Tess says, her head shaking. “For fucks’ sake, she’s engaged Joel. And honestly now I’m glad I said what I did to her. I knew that this would end up bad for Sarah and for-“

Joel’s eyes aren’t wounded anymore. They’ve gone sharp and they slice through the air to land on Tess’ features.

“What?” Joel’s voice is quiet. Dangerous.

Tess doesn’t realize the danger though. She stands there confidently digging away at him, ignoring Tommy who has seen the tension and comes into the restaurant looking concerned. Maria waves him over to her, silently telling him to shut up with a finger over his mouth as he takes a seat next to her.

“What did you say to her exactly?” Joel is demanding of Tess.

“I told her to back off a bit,” Tess says crossly. “Give me some time to bond with Sarah. I knew she wasn’t going to stick around and-“

Maria nearly leaps off her chair, held back by Tommy.

Joel recalls the way you’d backed off moments earlier, silently urging Tess to take your place with Sarah and a bitter fury that he can almost taste goes through him. His hands are in fists, his spine straightening as he towers over Tess.

“You told that sweet woman to stay away from my daughter?” Joel says in a voice so deep Tess visibly twitches. “You took a person my daughter loves and tried to isolate them from each other? You thought that was a good thing? A kind thing to do to Sarah?”

Joel doesn’t notice Maria behind held back by Tommy until her voice rings out from behind Tess, startling her.

“How dare you do that?” Maria shouts, angry tears starting in her eyes as her fiancé holds her arms, stopping her from swinging at the taller woman. “You selfish fucking bitch!”

“Maria,” Tommy warns because people are starting to look over from their Big Macs and Cokes. Tess looks chagrined at the unwanted attention, coming to step closer to Joel. She lowers her voice, her eyes on his.

“I love Sarah, Joel.”

“No.” Joel shakes his head. He points in the direction that you left, all but shouting your name in her face. “Her. She loves Sarah. She would do anything for Sarah, even listen to you because she thinks that’s what’s Sarah needs. Because that’s love. But she doesn’t realize that Sarah doesn’t need you. All Sarah needs is her and me.”

Tommy feels Maria jerk back at this, her eyes wide at Joel’s words. He peers into Maria’s face to see tear running down her cheeks but she’s smiling. He holds her, folding her against him.

Joel knows he’s shouting and feels too angry to care, but he also knows that he doesn’t want to start a scene. He gives Tess a disgusted look, shaking his head. He just wants her out of his sight, out of his life.

“Get the fuck outta here, Tess.”

He wants the entire world to fuck off so he can just go lie down and mourn the fact that you’re growing further and further from him.

“Excuse me?”

“I said get the fuck out of here,” Joel says, emphasizing each syllable with crisp and aggressive tilts. “And don’t you dare talk to Sarah. Just get your kid and your shit and go.”

Tommy and Maria are standing there awkwardly watching this interaction. Maria is looking at Joel like he’s something out a Marvel comic whereas Tommy just looks horrified at the way Tess isn’t backing down.

“Joel,” Tess says, swallowing nervously. “C’mon now, we can work on this, it’s-“

“Don’t make me say shit I’m gonna regret Tess,” Joel warns. “Please. I’m not in the mood. Just fucking go. We’re done.”

He turns, busying himself with packing the rest of Sarah’s gifts into the bag he brought. He can’t stop thinking about you and that look on your face. But apparently Tess isn’t going down without a fight before she grips Joel by the shoulder, forcing his attention to her. He shrugs her off, appraising her coolly.

“So what, you’re gonna run off after a practically married woman Joel?” Tess defends. “Or are you gonna do what you did with Michelle and pine for a few years and then just pretend she didn’t exist?”

Tommy jerks forward and now it’s Maria holding him back. “You watch your fucking mouth.”

“She didn’t pick you,” Tess jeers at Joel, ignoring the couple behind her. “She picked Paul. I’m still here and –“

“And you aren’t her,” Joel jabs back, his voice like a thunderstorm. Tess is halfway through her rant when Joel’s words settle in her mind and she stops with her light eyes widening.

“You aren’t her,” Joel repeats icily. “You never were. You never can be. So just fuck off and don’t contact me or my kid again.”

It’s an ugly thing to say, and he realizes this the minute the words leave his mouth. He wants to feel bad but he’s so fucking angry at Tess for saying what she did. So furious that anyone would want to sever that connection for their own advantage.

Maria and Tommy are standing glaring at Tess and now Sarah has rushed in from the play area, flushed and happy looking, oblivious to what’s happened. She scans the room for you, calling your name before glancing up at Joel.

“Where is she daddy?” she asks.

Tess lets out a scoffing sound of disgust before gathering her purse over her arm.

Maria urges Sarah away with the suggestion of taking some photos outside in the sunshine with the digital camera. Sarah so is over the moon with this idea she doesn’t even notice when Tess retrieves Daniel from the play area and exits rapidly, her heels clicking angrily as she goes.

Tommy approaches his brother, realizing now is as good a time as any. His brother is high strung, each muscle tense.

"I've tried to stay outta things Joel," Tommy says, his head tilted to the ground. He's always felt inferior to his older brother and giving Joel advice feels foreign. "You always looked out for me so I wanna look out for you. She loves you, man. And she's gonna marry that fucking musician if you don't get your head outta your ass and just tell her."

Joel steps back from the table to look at Tommy. He does so without malice, but also without emotion left in his dark eyes.

"She doesn’t love me, Tommy,” Joel says without energy in his voice. “Don’t know that she ever did.”

“But you love her.”

“Yep.”

“Have for a long time.”

“Yep.”

“So fight for her, then.”

Joel slants an exasperated look at his brother. The brother who always fought, the one who Joel continually had to bail out of jail. Fighting isn’t what Joel does. When he does, things like punching Paul happen. Things that drive the people he loves away.

“It’s not really love if you have to force it,” Joel finally answers. “She made her choice and I want her to be happy. And after today Tommy, I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

Tommy stares at his brother for a moment, taking in the hollowness of the eyes, the defeated slump to his shoulder. He realizes that Tess for all her horrible comments hit the nail on the head. Already Joel is shutting things out, thinking of how to erase you from his life. If he doesn’t talk about you, it’s a good start.

“Why don’t you fight for things anymore?” Tommy asks, devastated to see this shell of his brother. “You used to-“

“Because I don’t deserve them,” Joel tells his brother flatly, stopping all further conversation. “Now please, let’s just go home.”

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You're vibrating with anger right now.

What the fuck just happened? Why would Joel punch Paul? Thank Christ Sarah had been distracted in the play area.

You glance over at your fiancé, feeling a wave of guilt go through you. Paul’s sitting next to you in the car, driving but one hand is on yours. His jaw is swollen and you wonder if something is broken.

"He just punched you out of nowhere?" you ask for the third time since you started driving home. You're so shocked by this development that you’re having trouble processing. One minute you’re looking at photos and realizing that maybe there is something there with Joel and the next second the man is slugging Paul for no reason.

"I told you, I just thanked him for letting you spend time with Sarah," Paul shrugs. "Maybe he didn't like that I was there at the party?"

Or that you're engaged.

"I should call him," you consider pulling out your phone and screaming at Joel right now. You're so fucking angry at him. How is this friendship? How can you be in each other's lives if he does shit like this?

"Baby, no," Paul insists. "Look, I'm fine. Guy was just having a hard day."

You feel a wave of affection go through you at Paul's words. So understanding even after being punched in the face for no reason.

"It's no excuse."

Paul shrugs the picture of unbothered and for a moment you feel like you can relax. "But I don't know how comfortable I am with you babysitting for him."

Your brows crumple. "What?"

"I just, I don't really feel comfortable with you being around him. Now that I know he's violent."

"Joel isn't-" you start, pausing only when Paul slants you a meaningful look, motioning to his swollen jaw.

You look at all of this and you think of Tess words and the way Joel kissed you and it all bundles together to spell it out in bright neon letters: you and Joel need to stay away from each other.

"Okay."

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Can I please have HC for Sir Pentious, Alastor, and Husk seperatly where they have reader snuggle up to them all the time since reader is constantly cold even in Hell.

Literally you do not know how happy I was to get this in my inbox! It is such a cute idea with all of my fav characters frfr. And thank you for all of your loving support on my account, it means the world!!

So let's jump right in :)

Sir Pentious

mans would be a blushy mess

like if you hold his hand he's already a flustered little goofball, so when you sigh and say you're cold and he doesnt initiate anything, you decide to cuddle in his arms

he almost loses it, but tries to keep his cool

definitely tense for a minute until you giggle and tell him to loosen up

he ends up getting super used to this and taking your "im cold" hint and will be the first one to initiate from then on

since he has that big ol tail he'll wrap you up in it and literally surround you in warmth

he thinks it's silly that you're always cold, even in hell, but he runs with it and it turns out he really loves physical touch and literally needs it from you lmaoooo

definitely loves cuddles from you and will start asking, even if you aren't cold for once

and you always say yes of course <3

Alastor

so this is pretty much canon, but this man HATES being touched

so when you started asking for cuddles because you were cold he just kinda stared at you for a sec with that goofy ahh smile on his face

you said please and he just walked over and rubbed your shoulders and handed you his coat to wear for the day

you understood where he was coming from and did not want to push him to do something he wasn't comfortable with, so you just kinda stopped asking

until one day you were just chillin on the couch and complained to angel dust that you were cold

you were immediately scooped off of your feet and into Alastor's arms

he pulled you close and whispered in your ear that this was the last time, so enjoy it

you definitely did considering how warm he was

Husk

my mans is a cat

at least i think

he is constantly sleeping or curled up somewhere

so in that case, you came over to a corner he was napping in and pet his ears, which he melted to

he looked up at you and stretched, asking what you wanted

you said you were cold and before you could even finish your sentence, he pulled you down to cuddle him in the corner lmfao

not only does he have soft fur, but like, super soft wings

so you just ended up passing out in his arms and you two do that all the time now

he doesnt care that you're cold all the time, he will cuddle you no matter what

and it makes him smile a bit to know that you like cuddles from him <3

BONUS!! Angel Dust

(he's my fav so i had to <3)

you walk into his room and smile

"hey angel? im cold, can i-"

without hesitation, the man pulls you into his bed, wrapping every arm he can around you

sure he smells a bit like cheap perfume and cigarettes, but you end up cuddling into the fluff on his chest

you cant help but notice how comfortable he is and nearly fall asleep in his arms

he pets your hair and smiles, telling you that you can fall asleep

lets just say you've never had a better nights sleep <333

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rorywritesjunk · 3 months

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Dancing kisses on my cheek, it's the wonders that I seek

Buggy just wanted your birthday to go smoothly.

Rating: PG-13. Warning: None, but they smooch. A/N: A request from a lovely Anon for a birthday fic! I apologize this is later being finished than I would have liked, I meant it to be posted over a week ago and it didn't happen. Enjoy! Title comes from "Wonders" by S.J. Tucker.

(gif has no relevance to the fic i just wanted to show him slappin his own ass)

“Babycakes, wake up.”

You huffed and pulled the blankets from over your face, glaring up at the big red nose that was in your face. Buggy was leaning over you, looking way too awake and excited for what you thought was way early in the morning. You glanced away for a second, seeing that the clock read half past seven in the morning and yea, that was too early for you for your birthday, the one day in the year you wanted to do what you wanted, like sleep in.

“Buggy, do you know what time it is?” You mumbled as you pulled the blankets back over your face. He yanked them off you, grinning widely as he tossed the blankets aside.

“Your birthday! Which we are having a party for!” He cheered. You pulled your pillow over your head but he didn’t like that, his hands yanking it off you and tossing it to join the blankets on the floor. “Get up, I have your favorite breakfast ready. We’re anchored at that island with that hot spring you’ve been talking about and I managed to get you a massage so you can relax, and then it’s fireworks, and more food and-”

He droned on about the plans he made for you while he collected clothes for you to wear. You had no choice but to admit defeat and let your flashy boyfriend take charge of the day. Buggy assembled his favorite outfit for you to wear, something comfortable but easy to take off (“For the hot spring and massage, of course” He said with a wink and eyebrow waggle). And you appreciated it because this was his way to show his love, not necessarily by words of adoration or physical affection, but with actions and gifts.

You had been talking about visiting a hot spring for a while and was happy that Buggy remembered, but you had hoped he would come along with you because while it was your day, you did want to spend it with your boyfriend. And while the massage sounded wonderful, you would rather he be the one to give it to you, even if it would end up with both of you naked at some point. And fireworks were exciting, he always came up with something fun whenever he wanted to put on a show, so you were looking forward to that.

Eventually you sat up and yawned, stretching your arms over your head as you closed your eyes, trying to force yourself to wake up and get ready for the day. When you opened them you nearly fell back in surprise as you came face to face with Buggy once more. He was still grinning, holding your outfit up for you.

“Come on, let’s go, we got things to do, babycakes!”

“I’m movin’, Buggy, gimme a sec.” You yawned again, covering your mouth while he started to get you out of your pajamas and into your day clothes and you were too tired to fight back, letting him take charge for now. Once he was finished he started working on your hair next, running a brush through it, getting any tangles out before plaiting it and pinning it to the top of your head. You chuckled softly and looked up at him. “You really want to get the day started, don’t you?”

“Uh, of course. Your birthday is my favorite day.” He told you as he found a face wipe to attack your face with. “I want to spend the entire day making you happy.”

“Aw, Buggy.” You pushed his hand away and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. It was sweet, really, wanting to do all those nice things for you but when it came down to it, you just wanted to spend the day with him, no matter what it was. He pulled away from the kiss, cheeks pink as he smoothed the wipe over your face once more. “Y’know I’d be happy just spending it with you doing nothing, right?”

“Y-Yea, I know, but I want you to have the best day ever, baby, so let me treat you.” He insisted, tossing the wipe aside. “Now let’s get going!”

It didn’t go as smoothly as Buggy had planned.

The hot spring reservations fell through as they booked Buggy’s slot for the next month and couldn’t accommodate you that day. The massage was part of that deal so that didn’t get to happen either. To say Buggy was upset was an understatement, he was raging and you had to drag him back to the ship before anything could happen.

“It’s fine, Buggy, really!” You insisted as he screamed profanities back at the place as you led him to the docks. “Don’t worry!”

“I wanted you to do something fun that you wanted to do!” He whined as you walked up to the main deck of the ship. “Your birthday is ruined because of them!”

You managed not to roll your eyes. “It really isn’t ruined, love. I told you I’m fine just spending the day with you.”

Buggy managed to scowl and pout at the same time which caused you to giggle at the silly expression. He really just wanted the day to go perfect for you, and with the rough start of the festivities, he hoped the rest would be better. At least the food and fireworks should still go off without any issue, right?

The rain that suddenly appeared literally dampened Buggy’s spirits. He was outside on the deck, checking the fireworks display that was getting set up, when clouds appeared overhead and dumped buckets down, soaking and ruining the display.

The food he had the cook prepare for your lunch burned somehow.

He was ready to call it quits when he came into the bedroom, soaked to the bone from the rain. He wouldn’t be surprised if you blamed him for ruining your birthday, he certainly would. Nothing was going right and he felt so bad for it.

“Buggy?”

With a sigh, he turned to face you, ready to apologize for your birthday going to hell so fast, but paused when he saw what you were doing. The tub was filled with hot water, he could see the steam rising from it, and you had lit candles around it. The bed was stripped of the blankets with some towels laid down on it. You looked up when he came in and beamed, looking happy to see him.

“I thought we could improvise since the day didn't go the way you wanted, Buggy.” You said as you gestured to the bathtub. “Filled with nice hot water to warm you up since you were caught in the rain. Tossed in some bath fizzies I had to give it some nice smells.” You went over to him to help him out of his wet clothes. “And after, I’d like a massage, since as you’ve said all day today, it is my birthday.”

“Yea?” He grinned as you set the clothes in a basket nearby, not wanting to leave them on the floor. “What else do you have in mind, babycakes?”

“We’ll just have to see how the day goes.” You grinned as he started to pull your clothes off. “I just want to spend the day with you, Buggy, that’s all.”

“I’m sure I can make that happen now.” He assured you as he grinned widely. “I bet I’ll have you seein’ fireworks once I’m done with that massage you want.”

You snorted and swatted him on the shoulder gently, shaking your head at the dumb joke. He laughed and pulled you along to the tub, settling himself in and taking a deep breath, the scent of peppermint and eucalyptus helping him to relax already. Once you joined him, settling between his legs and leaning back into his chest, his arms were around you and he was pressing kisses to your bare shoulder.

“I love you, baby.” He mumbled against your skin. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, Buggy.” You smiled as you closed your eyes, getting comfortable in your arms. “I’m glad I get to spend it with you.”

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A cupcake, a friend and a love story.

how your favorite cupcake at your favorite café runed by your friends led you to meeting your boyfriend.

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader words count: 5.9k content: strangers to lovers, non-idol au, fluff, some very poor comedy and a little bit of angst (on reader’s side), seokmin and reader are college student, 95z line regular appearance as café owners, mentions of minghao and wonwoo (implied college students.) warnings: some cuss words, only a tiny bit of skinship (hands holding and implied kiss) note: hi everyone! this the very first work i am posting on here; i hope everyone will like it!! i’m always open to feedback as long as you’re being respectful 🫶🏻 there are some cuss words as stated in the warnings so if you’re uncomfortable with that please don’t read! minors are allowed to interact with this fic as it is only fluff but please do read my pinned as i do not allow minors to follow me.

You are late. Again. What really strikes you the most, when you run down the usual busy streets to get to university, is how much life can change in so many ways with only one encounter. A rushed morning routine, sleepless nights, a constant smile, and a heart full of love. This all happened because of one person, Lee Seokmin. Your own special love story.

As you walk on the 13th street during a chilly Wednesday afternoon, you find yourself in front of Heaven’s Cloud café once again. I guess I really am obsessed with their strawberry filled cupcakes, you mumble to yourself as you push the door open. This comes to no surprise to you as Wednesday afternoon comes with your weekly stops at this café.

When you enter you are immediately hit with the different scents of all the pastries. This is such a nice place with its mint and pink aesthetic, the couches all around the place and their bookshelves filled to the brim. You walk over to the counter where Jeonghan, one of the workers, and a recent friend of yours, is greeting you with his usual angelic smile.

“Hey you! How are you doing today, y/n?” he says while arranging some pastries behind the counter, “I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Yeah, sure! Take your time. I’m fine, what about you? Was today busy?” you ask him as you wave over at Joshua who just came in for his shift.

“Are you worried for my business? You are starting to sound more like my business partner than Seungcheol or even Joshua.” he jokes around as he walks behind the cashier, “What will you have today, my dear y/n?”

“I told you to stop calling me sweet names! I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” you say as you reach over the counter to lightly hit him on the arm. Unfortunately, you miss him. One day, you will get him, you think to yourself. It’s what he deserves for putting you through so much misery.

“Don’t worry, y/n.” answers Joshua as he ties his apron around his waist, “It’s not like there is anyone who wants to keep you to themselves, is there?” Jeonghan laughs out loud as Joshua finishes his sentence. You will get them both, one day. These evil twins deserve it. Sometimes you wonder why you are even friends with them. They’re lucky they fuel your body with their delicious pastries and their sweet drinks.

“I was here to get my precious pastry, not get attacked, Hong Joshua.” you snicker around.

“And I am here, waiting for your order. Even though I probably know it by now.” Jeonghan throws back at you.

You continue joking around with Jeonghan as you hear the door’s jingle behind you and Joshua says their usual “Welcome to Heaven’s Cloud!”. He stands behind the second cashier and start taking the order of a brown-haired – and cute – boy who is probably around your age. You don’t notice him that much as you start telling your order to Jeonghan, “I’ll take a latte and one of those strawberry filled cupcakes, to go please.”

“-and one of those strawberry filled cupcakes.” You hear the brown-haired – and very cute – boy. You don’t pay him much attention as Jeonghan lets you know that your order will be out soon.

You wait for your order for a few minutes while looking at some new books that Wonwoo brought over at the café. You know he brings over even more books ever since you two have been friends. You’re lucky to have him too. You will have to thank him properly one day. You hear your name being called and go back to the counter, exactly at the same time as a certain Seokmin gets called out – probably the cute boy as he is the only other customer in the café.

“Here’s your latte.” Jeonghan says as he hands you your drink, “Unfortunately, Seokmin, ordered the last strawberry cupcake,” he says as he glances at the cute boy whose name is now confirmed, “do you want anything else?”

“That’s not very nice, Seokmin! You deprived y/n of their pastry!” teases Joshua as Seokmin looks at you with an apologetic look on his face.

“It’s okay, don’t listen to him!” you reassure him, “Do you have any cookies? I would like-” you start to ask Jeonghan.

“Do you want to share the cupcake with me?” you hear Seokmin suggests.

“Me?” you ask as you turn to him, pointing to yourself.

“I don’t think there is anyone else he could ask that to, y/n.” Jeonghan whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Oh, shut up Yoon Jeonghan!” you voice out as you give him a look and he holds his hands up in sign of retreat, “Are you okay with that?” you turn back your attention on Seokmin, “Because that would be greatly appreciated. Today was a long day and I really like those cupcakes.”

“Yes, It’s okay! It’s on me, don’t worry.” he answers as Jeonghan already hands you your change back, “Let’s go, let’s seat down.” he says as he starts going over to the couch.

“Thanks!” you say cheerly to Jeonghan as you head towards the seat Seokmin picked.

After a few minutes of observing you, Jeonghan and Joshua exchange a knowing look before Jeonghan whispers a “maybe there is someone who wants them to themselves now.” Which goes unnoticed by you or Seokmin, too engrossed in getting to know one another.

You wake up, the next morning, with a smile on your face. How could you not after meeting such a sweet soul as Seokmin? He was nice, funny, a gentleman. He reassured you countless time about you not being a bother. He handed you napkins when you spilled a little of your latte on the table and let you rant about the books you recently read. You had such a nice time with him that you didn’t even realize you were late for your weekly Wednesday’s movie night with your roommates. When you checked the time, you were already late, and you knew you were stuck with a week of doing dishes as a penalty. You quickly said your goodbye to Seokmin as you grabbed your stuffs hurriedly while he looked at you with a fond expression – unseen by either of you but noticeable to anyone else.

What you two only realized too late is that you did not exchanged numbers. All you could do was to believe your paths will come to meet again.

As you lay around in your bed, daydreaming about his sweet smile and everything you two talked about, you don’t realize how fast time passes by. It’s when you roll over on your stomach, a natural smile on your lips, and grab your phone that you realize that 30 minutes have already passed, and your smile immediately drops.

“Shit, I’m late!” you say out loud to yourself as you jump out of bed. You grab clothes in haste, rush into the bathroom and twenty minutes later you are outside, running in hopes to get to class in time. Lee Seokmin, this is all your fault, you think to yourself. Day one into my life and you already make a mess of it.

A few days later, you stride along the street to get to Heaven’s Cloud café. You convinced yourself to come get a cupcake since you had busy days but deep down you know it’s not your only reason. You just hope the real reason will be here.

You also hope that Jeonghan is not, despite all the love you have for him, because you know for a fact he’ll understand why you’re coming. You don’t want him to meddle into this. Even though this is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The usual jingle of the door welcomes you as you walk into the very familiar place. Seungcheol, who’s behind the counter, greets you and waves at you. You like Seungcheol. He runs the place along with Jeonghan and Joshua, but he deals much more with everything that needs to be dealt with for the place to run smoothly; from scheduling all the way to accounting. Which is why you are surprised – but not disappointed – to see him working behind the counter today. You quickly scan the place and realize that he is not here. You walk over to the counter and greet Seungcheol.

“Why are you behind the counter? Did the evil twins let you down?” you ask jokingly.

“No,” he says with a smile, “they have the day off. Went out of town to see family. Today’s a calm day so it’s only me!”

“Well, at least when they’re not here we don’t have to be scared about being attacked by their antics.” You two joke about.

You really like Seungcheol. He’s much more composed and calmer than his same-age friends. He tends to give you more advices about anything while Jeonghan and Joshua are the ones who will make you laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he laughs softly, “so what brings you here?”

“Your strawberry filled cupcakes brings me here! I will have one, for here, please, with a cinnamon latte.” you say as you start looking for your wallet.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol tells you as you hand him the money, “go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”

You make your way to your favorite spot after thanking him and you look at the shelf where Wonwoo puts the books he brings over. Just as you were about to pick your new read, the door jingles and you see him. The reason. His eyes immediately lock with yours and he smiles brightly.

“Y/n!” he says loudly as he walks over to you, “How are you?”

“I’m good! What about you?” you beam at him.

“I’m very good actually.” he starts, “I’ve been searching for you.”

He what? “You were searching for me?” you ask, surprised.

“Yeah, I came here yesterday to see you some more but Jeonghan told me you only really come on Wednesdays.”

“Oh, yeah,” you start, a blush creeping on your face, “I was busy yesterday but I wanted to stop by once more this week. So here I am now.”

“Well, I’m glad we stopped at the same time,” he says, a soft smile making its way on his face, “Is it okay if I join you?”

I have been waiting for that, you almost say. “Yeah, sure! Go order and come hang out with me.”

He comes back with both orders – his and yours – “I told Seungcheol I could bring over your order.” he says as he puts the tray in front of you.

“Thank you, that’s sweet. So, how was your week?”

“Oh, it was fine. Just went to study for a test with a friend on Thursday and I absolutely killed that test! So, I’m here to treat myself for a good job.” he says with a laugh, “What about yours? Were your roommates mad you missed movie night on Wednesday?”

“You definitely deserve that treat right now.” you tell him with a smile, “They were not that mad, really. I mean I do have a penalty but that’s the rules! I wouldn’t have changed anything else though.” As soon as you say it, you regret it. You don’t want to sound like you are flirting because you are not.

“Me neither, don’t worry.” He tells you, his smile hidden behind his cup of coffee.

“By the way, do you know it’s bad to drink so much coffee at almost, what, 6pm?” you snicker as he puts his cup down.

“Well actually I have a study session planned at 6pm until-” he says as he looks at his watch, “Oh fuck, I’m late!”

He jumps out of his seat and grabs his things; “I’m so sorry, y/n, I have to go!” he says hurriedly, “God, why do we keep making each other late?” he mumbles under his breath, “Bye! I will see you around!”

You watch him run out by the door and down the street, smiling sweetly as you follow him with your eyes until he disappears at the corner of a street. It’s only 5 minutes later that you realize you once again forgot to give him your number. But weirdly enough, you have the feeling you’ll see him again soon enough.

1 hour passes by as you work on one of your assignments until you decide to go back to your apartment. You grab your bag, sling it on your shoulder and bring back the trays of dirty – but empty – dishes to Seungcheol.

“Oh, thank you.” he tells you with a bright smile when he notices the trays.

“Yeah, Seokmin forgot to bring his tray too so there you go.” you tell him.

“I didn’t know you knew Seokmin.” he says you as a way to start conversation as he organizes some utensils. Since the café is empty you two can talk freely.

“You know him? Like is he a friend?” you start interrogating him. Maybe you are a tiny bit curious.

“Well, I mean, he is a good friend of Jeonghan so yeah. Jeonghan likes him a lot. He says he’s kind, and he can easily play pranks on him and well, you know how Jeonghan can get.” he explains while he wipes his hands clean.

“Oh yeah, I know how he can get sometimes.” you chuckle, “But he’s right. Seokmin is a very kind person.” you tell him without realizing the smile making its way on your face.

“He really is,” he says as he walks up to you, “he has a really good heart.” he adds on, looking at you a certain way. Oh no.

“Oh god, no, it’s not like that.” you immediately warn him.

“Never said it was.” he says with a slight smile, “But if it was, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, y/n. He’s a really good person. I know we aren’t that close, or you aren’t the kind to confide, even to Jeonghan or Joshua, but what I know is that you deserve someone good. Someone like Seokmin.”

“I don’t know, Seungcheol…” you tell him, surprised by his words. You didn’t know Seungcheol thought so high of you.

“All I’m saying is that if it was, if it ends up becoming something like that, it wouldn’t be so terrible.” he reassures you, “And don’t worry, I’m not Yoon Jeonghan. I will act as if this conversation never happened.” he says as he mimics locking his mouth with a key and throwing it over his shoulder.

On your way back home, you think that Seungcheol forgetting about the conversation doesn’t help the fact that, try as you might, you can’t seem to be able to get over what he told you. Despite being tired, you can’t seem to find sleep and you turn in your bed trying to make your mind forget about the conversation. It’s only at dawn that your body finally finds sleep. It may have to do with your realization that maybe Seokmin could be a good person for you. The good person.

It’s only a few days later when you find yourself striding along the familiar street where Heaven’s Cloud stands. You come into the café before your class, in hopes to see the boy who searched for you once – now is your time to search for him. You walk to the counter as Jeonghan greets you.

“What are you doing here, again? Are you in love with someone here or what?” Jeonghan sneers.

“I’m just here to see my favorite café employee! Did you miss me?” you tell him teasingly as you look at the new pastries.

“Yeah, I guess… But it’s unusual for you to come around so much…” he says with a pensive look, “I will figure out what makes you come back because we both know it isn’t me.”

“There’s nothing to figure out–” you start bickering back just as the door opens and you hear someone talk. Oh. You know this voice. Without even realizing, a smile and a slight blush make its way on your face. You turn around just for your eyes to lock with Seokmin’s who’s currently talking to a tall, very well-dressed boy. He gives you a little sign as to say that he’ll come talk later.

You don’t notice Jeonghan looking back and forth between you two but he catches your attention; “Oh, I figured it out.” he says with a slight laugh.

“No, you didn’t.” you say way too quickly for it to be casual.

“I definitely did! Oh my, y/n likes someone!” he starts to tease.

“Stop it! You didn’t figure out anything!”

‘What didn’t he figure out?” Seokmin interrupts, “Because, not to take side, but I feel like when Jeonghan figures something out he’s kinda always right.”

“It’s nothing, Seokmin really,” you say trying to act composed while you give a look to Jeonghan. “How are you today? I haven’t seen you in a few days!”

“I’m good, what about you? I’m glad to run into you, I’ve started missing you.” He says with a big smile.

“I’m glad too!” you tell him as you feel your cheeks burn.

After ordering and getting your orders – and some more looks from Jeonghan – you two are sitting down at your usual spot. “So, did you make it in time last time?” you ask Seokmin after setting down your cupcake.

“Absolutely not! I was lucky Minghao – my friend – waited for me. And I told him you were the one keeping me hostage so he forgave me.” he adds with a smile on his face.

“I did not keep you hostage!” you laugh around with him.

“That’s true, I was with you willingly.” he tells you with a slight blush on his face, “You’re like my favorite café partner now.” he says as he brings the cup to his lips.

“I like the sound of that.” you tell him softly, “Do you have classes today?”

He blushes profoundly, “In the afternoon. What about you?”

“Yeah, I do, I have a class in- shit, in 15 minutes.” you say with a laugh, not even surprised anymore that you are late after meeting up with Seokmin “Well, I will be late.” you say before finishing your latte.

“Well go!” Seokmin says hurriedly while watching you gather your things with not the pressure that late people feel.

“Wait,” you say as your grab his hand in one hand and a pen, you just pulled out of your bag, in the other. “I’ve been meaning to do that.” you say as you start scribbling something on his hand, “There you go! I’m going now. Bye Seokmin!” you tell him before turning around and heading towards the door. Before going out, you turn around one more time towards him; “Oh, and Seokmin? Please use that.” you say nodding towards his scribbled hand before finally going out the door and running down the street to get to your class.

For a few minutes Seokmin is stunned because you, the girl of his dream, just gave him your number. The scribbling your favorite café partner followed by a series of numbers on his hand is the proof of his surprise. And at that precise moment, Seokmin feels his heart burst with love.

It’s been a week since you gave your number to Seokmin and today is the only day you two don’t have something planned together. He told you he was busy with studying for the upcoming finals – which you should be too. As you walk the street to get to university, you think about how you two talked and saw each other so much you didn’t have time to miss one another. All your conversations start in the morning and ends late at night, sometimes face to face, other times over phone or text. You don’t think you ever felt as safe and happy with anyone else. He’s the only one who can bring out certain sides of yourself and the only person in the world who will ever make you forget time. It’s like any time you get with him, your world stops and it’s only you two, talking and getting to know each other in a way no one ever got to know you. You’ve opened more to him than to anyone else. And you think this must mean something.

As you get closer to university, you notice, just down the street, that you once again found yourself going to Heaven’s Cloud café. As you check the time on your watch, you decide to make a quick stop to take your latte and your favorite cupcake in this world.

The jingle of the door welcomes you as you step into what could be called your second home. Just as you start walking towards the counter where Jeonghan stands, greeting you with his usual smile, you hear the door chime behind you again and out of curiosity you turn around and your eyes meets two brown eyes you know very well by now. “Seokmin!” you yell out as you realize who is standing before you, “What are you doing here?” you ask him.

“Oh, uhm my study session got cancelled? Last minute emergency from Minghao.” he tells you, “I kind of wanted to ask you to hang out since I was free but I didn’t want to assume you were free for well, me.”

“I’ll always be free for you, Seokmin.” you tell him with a smile, “So do you want to hang out here?” you say as you start walking with him towards Jeonghan.

You don’t even see how Seokmin blushes greatly at your words or how he stutters when he lets you know he would really like to hang out with you right now.

“Hi you two!” says Jeonghan cheerly from behind the counter, “Did you two came in together?”

“We just ran into each other when getting in the café.” Seokmin explains him, “What do you want? It’s on me!” Seokmin tells you.

“You sure?” you ask as he nods to give you confirmation, “Okay Jeonghan, I’ll get a latte, per usual, and a cupcake filled strawberry.”

“Per usual,” Jeonghan answers sassily, “What about you, Seokmin?”

“I’ll just get an americano and a strawberry filled cupcake too.”

“Do you want to share one again?” Jeonghan teases as you and Seokmin glare at him, “I’m kidding! I’ll bring your order, just go seat down.”

You and Seokmin make your way towards your usual spot by the window as your arm brush against his. Oh, how much you want to hold his hand right now. You seat down first as Seokmin takes the seat in front of you and you two starts catching up. As you hear him talk about anything, you realize how much you missed him. But more than anything, you realize how much you like him. Not the same way you like your classes, or your friends and not even that strawberry filled cupcake comes close. You don’t like him. You love him. You’re in love with him. You’re in love with him and you’d give him all the strawberry filled cupcakes and some more if it’s what he wanted.

Your realization is cut short as Jeonghan settles the tray with two drinks and only one cupcake. “Okay so, I guess we’re short on cupcakes again…” Jeonghan explains with a chuckle, “Do you want anything else?”

“I think we’re good with only one?” Seokmin asks you as you nod to agree, “Yeah, it’s okay Jeonghan, don’t worry about it.” He says with a smile before Jeonghan makes his way back to the counter.

“Go ahead, y/n!” he encourages you, “It won’t be the first time we share something. We literally did it the first time we met.”

As you reach for the cupcake, you think to yourself how you would never have thought you’d meet the one you like by sharing a cupcake.

“What did you just say?” Seokmin asks you with a look you never saw on his face.

Oh. Shoot. “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” You tell him, trying to keep your calm. Did you really just say that out loud?

“Me too, y/n.”

“Me too what?” you tell him, hoping he is saying what you think he is.

“I also never thought I’d meet the one I like by sharing a cupcake.” Seokmin tells you, expediently waiting for your answer.

“I like you, y/n.” he says with the most serious expression you ever saw on him, “No, scratch that. I love you. I love how you scrunch up your nose when you laugh. I love how you look at the world. I love how you get obsessed with so many stories that never really exist outside of their pages or your heart. I love how you show so much empathy to others. I love how you pull down on your sleeves when you’re a little cold. I love how you can get riled up quickly but still love your people more than you’ll ever love yourself. I love you. All of the parts that makes you, you. I love it all.”

“Oh, Seokmin…” you tell him softly, with tears in your eyes, “What did I do to deserve all this?” you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, “I love you so much. I think if I told people how I fell so fast for you, they’d never understand. They’d never understand us. What we are, what we feel for each other. In the span of a few weeks, you showed me what love really look like. Ever since reading all of these stories, I have hoped to find my own person and all the waiting time was worth it because now I have you.” you tell him, “Or well, I hope I can have you.”

“You have me, my dear y/n. Ever since I walked into that café, you had me.” he tells you as he holds your hand, “I guess we have to thank Jeonghan for all of this.” he chuckles.

“Jeonghan?” you ask, confused, “Why Jeonghan?”

“He’s the one who told me to come check out the strawberry filled cupcake on that particular day.” he explains, “Which is weird since he knew you’d come here that day and you’d take the only cupcake.”

“Oh my god,” you mumble under your breath, “he didn’t.”

You hear Seokmin asks you what you are talking about while you make your way through the empty café towards the counter. You’re surprised to find Seungcheol standing there, talking with both Jeonghan and Joshua.

Jeonghan notices you first; “What’s up, y/n? Need anything else?”

“You three. Come to the table please. I need to talk to you.”

The three of them look at each other, confused and not used to you being so upfront. Still, they follow you and bring chairs to sit with you and Seokmin.

“So,” Seungcheol starts, “what is it?”

You look between the four-man sitting with you before starting, “Me and Seokmin like each other.” You hear Seokmin gasps next to you, not expecting you to say that.

“That’s great!” Joshua almost screams, “is it not?” he says as he looks at Seokmin which answers him with a I’m-as-confused-as-you expression.

“No, it is.” you say calmly, “You see, I never really thought too much about all of the “there’s only one strawberry filled cupcake” ordeal. I mean, things like that could happen.” You say as you look at Jeonghan. He might be a good pranker but you’re good at reading people. You got him, you think to yourself. “But when I think about it, it seems a little weird to me. You tell me you’re out of your best-seller pastry in the middle of the week? As if you wouldn’t anticipate by having enough stock?”

“Things like that could happen…” Seungcheol cuts you off.

“It could. It could also be all a coincidence and if so, I’m really sorry.” you say, believing in your words, “But, honestly, I don’t believe in those coincidences when Yoon Jeonghan is involved.” you say before adding a not to be mean when looking at Jeonghan.

“Jeonghan,” you start, “did you, perhaps, set me and Seokmin up?”

Seokmin starts hissing “He did what?” as Jeonghan starts denying when Joshua almost screams; “Okay he did it! He set you up!”

Jeonghan looks at him with rounded, surprised eyes; “Joshua!” while his friend looks at him with a sorry look. “Best friend card is revoked!” Jeonghan adds.

“Can someone explain me what’s going on?” Seokmin blurbs out.

“Let me do the honor,” Jeonghan starts, everyone listening intently, “I knew our dear y/n came into the café every Wednesday afternoon after her classes and I knew Seokmin badly wanted to come to the café so I told him to come-”

“At the same time as me.” you cut him off.

“At the same time as you…” he says, “And I knew you would take a cupcake, because when do you not-”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to tease her.” Seungcheol adds in the conversation.

“Okay, first of all,” Jeonghan says with a finger pointed at his oldest friend, “don’t cut me off, that’s rude. And secondly,” he says, lowering his finger and looking at you, “I’m sorry, I will not make fun of you for liking this cupcake anymore.”

“Anyway,” he starts again, “I knew you would take this cupcake and I told Seokmin to specifically take the same one as yours and I only put one in the display.” he confesses.

“And how did you know I’d ask to share?” Seokmin starts asking, “And how did you make it so we would literally come into the café at the very same time? Did you hire someone to spy on me so you could plan it all to the second?” he starts panicking while you chuckle at his reaction. He’s so cute, you think to yourself.

“No, I didn’t do that, I was not that eager for you two to get together, come on now.” Jeonghan says with a laugh. “Everything that happened between you two was natural. I just forced you two to meet earlier than what would have, eventually, happened.” he says, looking between you two. “And as for the first question, Seokmin,” he says, fixing his eyes on him, “you’re literally an angel. I was almost afraid you’d cry when you realized you took away their favorite pastry.” Jeonghan says with another chuckle, “I always call myself an angel but we all know I’m a demon in disguise. You’re the angel. I knew you’d do it.” Jeonghan adds as Seokmin blushes looking at you.

You really love him. You take his hand in yours as you turn to look at Jeonghan. “Why did you do it?” you question your demon-like friend, “I’m not mad, I just want to understand.”

“Oh god, you’re not mad?” Jeonghan answers excitedly, “Oh thanks god, I thought I lost my strawberry-filled-cupcake lover.” he jokes around.

“Jeonghan, you’re on thin ice here.” you try to say seriously despite the smile on your face.

“Okay, okay, sorry.” he says as he gets suddenly way more serious, “It’s just… I always see you hanging out here alone, reading your books or studying. And I know you never talk about it but you yearn for something bigger, preferably in the form of love. Any love.” he explains, “I also know you feel alone. Your family and friends are far away, you left them to come to this city and I know you miss being well surrounded.” he says with a sympathetic smile, “Of course, you have people here, but you don’t let yourself have your people because you’re scared you’d have to leave them one day or another.” he continues, “And I know you needed someone that would make all your walls come down and that person is Seokmin.” he admits, looking at your lover, “He’s love in the form of a person. I knew he’d be good to you. I knew he was who you needed.” he adds on, “And I think I did it for myself too. I like talking to you, hanging out with you but I always knew you were keeping up your barriers around me, around us. And, you can ask Joshua or Seungcheol, I always talked about us becoming best friends in the future. And I just did what I needed to do so I could become your person too. Your person in a different way.” He clarifies when he hears Seokmin snicker at his words.

Well, I guess he is better at reading people than I thought.

“Jeonghan…” you say softly, teary eyed, “Where did that come from? I was supposed to be mad at you, not grateful!” you say with a laugh.

“Hey, no! You said you weren’t mad at me!” he says, smiling big, “You’re not a liar now, are you? Or did Seokmin corrupted you already?” he teases, again. There is the Jeonghan I’m used to, you think.

“I think you are the one who corrupted me.” you throw back at him, watching him laugh. “Thank you, Jeonghan. I hate saying it but you were right. All along.” you start, “I wish things were done differently but I also know I’m grateful for how things are now.”

“So, are we good here?” Seungcheol asks.

You look between the four friends and when you see Seokmin smiling at you reassuringly, you decide everything is very good; “Yeah, we are.” you speak.

“Okay, we’re going to go back then.” adds Joshua as they organize the chairs.

“But, hey, Jeonghan,” you say, getting his attention, “wait for my revenge. Because it will come.” You let him know with a smile on your face.

“But you said we were good!” Jeonghan says loudly, as you shrug, “And what about them?” he says, pointing at his two best friends, “They knew and they didn’t say anything!”

“They’re my favorite now so they get a pass.” you throw back at him, an angelic smile on your face while Joshua and Seungcheol snicker next to him, “Now you all can go back to work. I want to enjoy alone time with my boyfriend.” you say looking sweetly at Seokmin.

The 3 same-age friends walks away as you hear Jeonghan mumble “I think I made a mistake by setting them up together… I’m not ready for them to be disgustingly in love.”

“I have never seen someone stand up to Jeonghan like that.” says your now boyfriend while looking at you with heart eyes. You can see it now. How his eyes lit up when he’s next to you and how his smile doesn’t fade away.

“He’s nothing, I swear. He likes annoying people but he gives up easily once you tell him off.” you let him know while looking at him with the same fond look.

“That’s good to know,” he tells you, “When’s your next class?”

You look at your watch, noticing how your class starts in 5 minutes; “I’m late,” you tell him softly.

“What? Well go! I’ll text you later.” He says hurriedly, waving his hands at you as to make you leave.

“It’s fine. I’ll be late.” you say as you hold his hand over the table and look in his eyes, “There’s other classes but there’s no other you.” you tell him as you lean over the table.

thank you so much for reading my first work! i hope you like it, don't be shy to reblog and tell me what you thought about it 🫶🏻

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hughesmedicine · 10 months

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bowling night | m. estapa

mark estapa x !duke reader

it was hard to find good couple bowling pics👎

on marks post imagine the guy has his hair color since ^^

markestapa posted to his story

caption: date with my girl💙 @ynduke

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ynduke could say date night was pretty successful, thank you for the night out my love I love you❤️(and thank you for the best birthday ever<3)

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markestapa happy birthday babe I love you and always welcome for the nights out💙 now time to drink(responsibly)!

ynduke thank you!! (totally responsible) so race you to the bar??

markestapa you’re so on!

dylanduke25 date: a social or romantic appointment or engagement.

ynduke please don’t do that here

dylanduke25 okay rude you should appreciate my definitions since I’m educating you!

ynduke but I’m already educated on a date??

dylanduke25 tomato tomahto

ynduke I hate you.

nolan_moyle okay but where was my invite??

ynduke please you should’ve came! we could have whooped marks ass together then I would have beat you!

nolanmoyle why are you so cocky??

ynduke I blame my brothers.

tyler__duke5 should be blaming alyssa that’s her field.

dylanduke25 ^

alyssa_duke being cocky is not my field that’s 100% you three!

nolan_moyle have to agree with her boys and girl, you three together are cocky central.

ynduke you’re uninvited.

nolan_moyle no I’m sorry I take it back!

ynduke too late.

rutgermcgroarty happy birthday y/n and duker!!

ynduke thank you rut!

dylanduke25 thanks man!

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markestapa when she’s better at bowling than you>>

happy birthday sweet girl I’m glad today was the best day for you but the nights not finished enjoy your party tonight! We celebrate for as long as you want. Thank you for being the best thing to come into my life since going to umich, couldn’t have asked for a better second year with you❤️

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ynduke I’m sobbing you can’t just do this to me. I love you so much and I cant wait for more years with you<3

nolan_moyle someone else should pull a duker this time

dylanduke25 do it cap

nolan_moyle okay give me a sec

nolan_moyle bowling the game of tenpin bowling as a sport or recreation

dylanduke25 okay not bad but wasn’t gonna do the definition

nolanmoyle that’s concerning?

dylanduke25 here’s how to play bowling.

1: Understand the bowling lane. before you begin to bowl, you have to understand the function of the bowling lane. A bowling lane is 60 feet (18.3 m) long from the foul line, the line closest to the bowler, to the head pin, the pin closest to the bowler. There are gutters on either side of the bowling lane. If a ball veers off the lane, it goes into the gutters and is out of play. The approach area is 15 feet (4.6 m) long and ends at the foul line. The bowler cannot overstep the foul line during their approach or their shot won't count. If a ball goes into the gutters and then bounces out and hits the pins, it won't count.

2:Understand the bowling pins. Ten pins are arranged at the end of the bowling lane at the beginning of every frame. They are arranged in a triangle formation, with the point of the triangle facing the bowler. There is one pin in the first row, which is the head pin, two pins in the second row, three in the third, and four in the fourth. The locations of the pins are assigned numbers 1-10. The pins in the back row have the numbers 7-10, the pins in the row above the back row are numbered 4-6, the pins in the second row are numbered 2-3, and the head pin is pin 1. All pins will earn the bowler one point if they are hit. The numbers are based on location, not value.

3: Learn the lingo. Before you can call yourself a true bowler, you should be aware of a few different bowling terms. Knowing these terms will also make it much easier for you to understand the rules. Here they are. A strike is when you knock down all the pins with the ball on your first try. A spare is when you knock down all the pins on your second try. A split is when the first ball of a frame knocks down the headpin (the pin closest to you) but leaves two or more pins that are non-adjacent. It's tough to hit a spare in this situation, especially if you have a 7-10 split, which is the hardest split to hit. A turkey is three strikes in a row. If any pins remain after the bowler's turn, it's called an "open frame."

4: Understand how a game of bowling works.One bowling game consists of 10 frames. Each frame is equal to one turn for the bowler. The bowler's objective is to knock down as many pins as possible in a frame, ideally all of them. A bowler can roll the ball twice in each frame, provided that they do not hit a strike. A bowler gets an extra turn on the tenth frame if they knock down all the pins on the first turn.

5: Learn the scoring. If a bowler has an open frame, then they simply get credit for the number of pins they knocked down. If a bowler knocked down 6 pins after two turns, they simply get two turns. However, if a bowler hits a spare or a strike, the rules get slightly more complicated. If a bowler hits a spare, then they should place a slash mark on their score sheet. After their next turn, they will receive 10 points plus the number of pins they knock down with that turn. So if they knock down 3 pins after their first turn, then they will get 13 points before their second turn. If they then knock down 2 pins in their second turn, they get a total of 15 points for that round. If a bowler hits a strike, they should record an X on their scoresheet. The strike will earn the bowler ten points plus the number of pins knocked down on the player's next two turns in the following round. The most a bowler can score in one game is 300 points. This represents 12 strikes in a row, or 120 pins that were knocked down in 12 frames. A perfect game has 12 strikes and not ten, because if the bowler gets a strike on the last frame, then they can take two more turns. If those two turns are also strikes, they will have 300 points. If a player rolls a spare in the last frame, then they can take one more turn.

ynduke I’m just at a loss of words.

aylssa_duke you putting all your time into this is impressive.

nolan_moyle this made me love you even more

markestapa okay but you going and getting all this information from a website just for a comment is pretty crazy😭 I applaud you man

dylanduke25 please I didn’t have to look it up knew this all by heart

ynduke okay yeah that’s concerning.

tyler__duke5 A+ bro thanks for teaching me about bowling!

adamfantilli thanks duker now I can go teach Gavin how to bowl correctly thanks!

g.brindley4 I know how to bowl correctly wtf??

adamfantilli you don’t, remember the ceiling mishap?

g.brindley4 oh yeah

fan1 so duker commenting all about bowling is so concerning, need to know if he took a bowling class😭

ynduke oh he did! Took it for two years.

tyler__duke5 it was hell, he wouldn’t shut up about it.

lhughes_06 I got to hear all of it so you guys are lucky.

dylanduke25 you said you liked me talking about bowling so that’s your fault lukey!

lhughes_06 don’t call me that.

ynduke everyone should call you lukey now

lhughes_06 god please don’t

edwards.73 lukey on the back of his devils jersey, I would buy one also happy birthday y/n I love you!

ynduke about to text Jack to ask for Lindys number! and thank you son I love you too!!

lhughes_06 mark quick take her phone away

ynduke got it pal-mark

markestapa got his phone and it has lindys number in it thanks bye!

lhughes_06 im on my way.

woah okay I’m actually shocked I finish this and it’s long sorry 😭 all the bowling stuff is from wiki so creds to there! Expect some more insta fics throughout out the day till I work🖤 also yes I know insta comments can’t be that long but who cares lmao👎

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa x duke reader #luke hughes #dylan duke #umich boys #nolan moyle #adam fantilli #gavin brindley #jack hughes #tyler duke #aylssa duke #ethan edwards #rutger mcgroarty

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sephirothsplaything · 3 months

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DNA| sec.80 high power- chapter 3

A/N~ a shorter chapter this time around. But after this, I promise the story will finally get more interesting i'm so excited!!!

Also, I quickly put together a little visual aid for what i think Rhaella would look like, i linked a Pinterest board for her in my pinned post too!

anyways <3

The atmosphere following the meeting hung heavy as Rhaella, flanked by her two sisters walked away from the grand hall. The worst was seemingly behind them.

“I do hope this settles the Driftmark succession once and for all,” Baela says. Rhaella and Rhaena share a look of doubt.

“I fear this is just the beginning sister,” Rhaella said. It was all too apparent to her that the Hightowers had already put their pieces in place.

Baela comes to a halt, turning to face her sisters. She held a strong look of conviction.

“Our stepmother will ascend the throne, of this I am certain.” She said.

Rhaella paused at Baela's tone. She could have sworn that there was something accusatory in her tone.

Rhaena must've sensed the looming tension as well, grabbing Rhaella's hand, the three continued to walk the long corridors.

“Are you content with ignoring the topic of the marriage proposal?” Rhaena asked.

Yes. Rhaella was more than content to not bring up the matter. What bothered her more was the slight Otto had thrown at her in front of everyone.

Rhaella kept her gaze straight ahead. “The proposal is of no consequence, didn't you hear?” Her voice was flat, and annoyance was growing in her tone. “He was prepared to ship me off to the sept.”

Rhaena smirked at the response. “ Yet despite the rejection, you and Aemond are quite shameless with each other.” She said slyly.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Rhaena.” Rhaella's response was immediate.

“Oh please spare us your lies, Rhaella,” Baela spoke again. “ Everyone in that court saw how he looked at you, it was plain to see.”

Rhaella felt very cornered. Of course, she was well aware of Aemond's seemingly prologued stares. Stubborn as ever, Rhaella crosses her arms childishly.

“Let us be done with this, maybe I'll find someone less accusatory to converse with.” Turning around, Rhaella walks off in the opposite direction.

“Conversing with Aemond I assume?” She heard Rhaena call out which she promptly ignored.

Rhaella wandered around the long halls of the Red Keep, lost in thought. Everyone around her was being so unreasonable. She and Aemond had been friends, close cousins even. Nothing more on her part. Except maybe a growing attraction.

The concept of love had always been a puzzling thing to her. The earliest memory she could recall was the brief fling she had with one of the dragonkeepers. It was nothing serious, she wanted to know all the ins and outs of dragons and he wanted a kiss. Or two. He was cute enough so it was more than fine by her.

Then there was her previous handmaid, Astris. It was a little more than curiosity on her part. The two would often share many private moments. Astris was known to dabble in dark magic which fascinated Rhaella.

Had Rhaella loved either of them? Not in the slightest. The only love she had in her heart was solely for her sisters.

Up ahead, Rhaella saw her cousin, Helaena walking alongside Aegon.

Rhaella grimaced at the sight of him. She attempted to avoid them but Helaena had already spotted her.

“Cousin!” Helaena called out to her. Rhaella smiled politely as Helaena rushed to her side, grabbing her hand. After Aemond, Helaena was quite close with Rhaella.

“Helaena, I see you are well,” Rhaella said. She can see Aegon roll his eyes.

“ Aegon.” Rhaella greeted.

“Your prince, I think you mean.” He spits back. Aegon's eyes rake over Rhaella's body brazenly. Rhaella found him nothing short of repulsive. She truly felt sorry for her cousin. Had Aegon been her husband, she would've since slipped poison into his wine.

It would be so easy too.

“ Come Helaena.” Rhaella ignored Aegon's comment. “ I wish to see your bug collection.”

The girls walk to Helaena's chambers, settling into the chairs. Helaena's twins were on the floor playing. Rhaella reached out to Helaena's daughter. She had insisted on being present at the birth to keep watch over her cousin, the children were very familiar with her.

“Jaehaera, come to me sweetling.” Rhaella called. The small girl situated herself in Rhaella's lap, clutching her doll. She watched as Helaena held up a jar proudly.

“This one is new, I found it crawling outside of my room,” Helaena said, excitement in her voice.

Rhaella stared at the creature. It had a black body with a yellow membrane stretching across its transparent wings. Standing out were its deep red eyes, staring right at her through the glass.

“Might I hold him?” Rhaella asks. Heleana passes her the jar. Jaehaera slides off Rhaella's lap, going back to her dolls.

Heleana watches, seemingly in a trance as Rhaella opens the jar. She gently scoops the bug out. Upon closer inspection, she recognized it as a Cicada.

“Dragons and death are one and the same,” Heleana mumbled. “ A dragon walks closely with death, death shall be its crown.”

Rhaella looked up from the bug in a look of pure befuddlement. She knew Heleana to often go on tangents, speaking in rhymes and riddles.

Rhaella supposed it was one of the main reasons she kept Heleana so close to her.

“What was that you said, cousin?” Rhaella asked, handing her back the jar. Before Helaena could respond, the doors to the room were opened by a maid.

There stood Aemond. He looked from Heleana to Rhaella. Quickly, the handmaid escorted the children out of the room. Nervously clutching the jar, Heleana hastily left the room.

Alone. Rhaella refused to shrink away from Aemond's gaze. She relaxes into her chair, legs crossing one another.

“Aemond.” She said.

“Rhaella.” Aemond sat down in one of the chairs opposite to her. Rhaella wanted to fight the bubbling anticipation in her stomach. This mental bout they engaged in was all too inviting.

Aemond's eye briefly scans all over Rhaella. Somehow, when he did it she didn't feel repulsed. No. Quite the opposite.

“You've changed,” Aemond said. And she had. Long gone were the days of the innocent little girl dresses and free-flowing hair. These days, her long, curly white hair was kept up in braids, the typical Targaryen style. She grew fond of deeper-toned colors for her gowns. Her brown skin had tanned slightly darker from her time in Pentos.

“Have I?” Rhaella said, shooting him a lofty grin. Aemond hummed in response. The tension between them was almost too much to bear.

“Have you maintained your grip on my mother's dragon?”Rhaella asked. Aemond's lips slightly twitched up into a smirk.

“Vhagar, the dragon I claimed, I was within my rights.” Aemond points out. Rhaella knew he wasn't wrong. Still, though, she had the newfound desire to push his buttons.

“She's far older than any of us, her will is surely iron-born,” Rhaella said, her violet eyes unabashedly eating up his form.

“I think you'll find she bends for me all the same.” Rhaella was unsure if they were still talking about Vhagar.

“Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor.” The high valyrian flowed from her. “ A dragon is not a slave”.

Aemond scoffed. “ Vali tepagon nyke se rigle nyke gūrogon skori nyke kipagon zirȳla.” 'Men give me the honor I deserve when I ride her.'

Rhaella found Aemond's high valyrian to be a little stiff. To book like to be natural.

Aemond's legs spread out wider slightly, tilting his head at her. “ What would you know about dragons, I've yet to see you with one.

“Oh. He's grown to be a cunt.” Rhaella thought. Aemond seemed to remember how to push her buttons as well. Rhaella was all the more enticed.

She longed for nothing more than to throw something at his smirking face.

A heavy chair. Perhaps herself.

“I do wonder how your grandsire conjured up a marriage proposal,” Rhaella said, switching the subject.

“ It's not natural for a lady to be unmarried,” Aemond said, eyes glinting cruelly.

“Even that savage you call a sister has managed a betrothed, somehow.”

At the insult, Rhaella rises from her seat. She had satisfied her curiosity for the time being. Aemond had grown a big head,his arrogance irked her immensely.

All was well though. Rhaella enjoyed nothing more than a challenging game.

Rhaella walked towards the bedroom door. Aemond can't help but follow her with his head.

“ I'll see you at dinner.” With that, Rhaella exited the room.

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whereonceiwasfire · 1 month

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I saw @theshadowrealmitself's post the other day about what if a supervillain outed their secret identity becuase they infodumped to the cashier (who happens to be the hero) and you know I had to do a DP oneshot for it. It's a few different kinds of AU, so you just have to roll with me here.

Without further ado:

THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT (EXCEPT WHEN THEY'RE AN EGOMANIACAL SUPERVILLAIN)

Automatic doors slide apart with a woosh as Danny bursts through the entrance of Hattie's Haunted Hardware Emporium, unzipped backpack barely caught in the crook of his elbow, one arm stuffed through the armhole of the gaudy yellow vest of his uniform.

He's out of breath as he scrambles past the customer service desk, gives a frantic, “I'm here, I'm here!” to the startled employee behind the computer as hops the counter. He’s sprinting past stacked boxes of returns for the door with a STAFF ONLY sign slapped askew across the chipping green paint when a voice stops him in his tracks.

“Danny Fenton.” The words drip cool disapproval, and Danny's shoulders immediately hunch toward his ears, his fingers uncurling from around the door handle.

So close.

“Y-yes?” He slowly turns around, his expression sheepish as he comes to face Hattie herself.

She stands, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed, a MANAGER tag pinned to the chest of her tucked in shirt. The polo is the same hideous yellow as Danny's vest but has the Hattie's Hardware logo—a floating hammer surrounded by a ghostly glow—sewn onto the breast pocket. A funny gag, no doubt, when the place decided to open in the heart of haunted AF Amity Park. Less funny, probably, now that the store room is in disarray every other day because some low-level specter keeps casting stock haphazardly about and flinging empty boxes everywhere.

“You're late,” manager Hattie says, expression pinching. “Again.”

“Aha. Yeah. About that.” Danny scrubs the back of his neck with a palm, teeth bared on something that's more a grimace than a smile. “The bus was behind schedule?”

She doesn't look particularly like she believes him, which is entirely valid, since it's a bald-faced lie. But what is he supposed to say? That he got sidetracked by his new archnemesis, that freaking Plasmius ghost, because the guy somehow managed to compel an entire doggie daycare to do his bidding? What that crackpot needed a canine army for, Danny didn't even want to know, but he wasn't about to just let it go down. Stopping ghosts is kind of his whole shtick as town hero, after all.

He’s just lucky the whole thing didn’t take that long—once Danny managed to snap his fluffy foes out of their trance, they kind of took care of Plasmius for him. Guess they weren't too happy about being mind controlled. Go figure.

But again, Danny can’t exactly just come out and tell his manager, well, any of this. As far as everyone knows, Danny Fenton is a very normal, very human kid—one who maybe isn’t great at the whole being punctual thing and has a penchant for running to the bathroom when ghosts show up—but otherwise exhibits no symptoms of being undead. He’s hoping to keep it that way.

Manager Hattie’s eyes narrow, as if she can tell what he’s thinking, but she just gives a curt jerk of her chin in the direction of the staff room.

“Don’t let it happen again,” she says, and he gives an overzealous nod of assent as he lets out the breath trapped in his chest.

“You got it, boss!” he says, giving her a two-fingered salute and throwing himself into the back before she can change her mind.

***

“That’ll be eight twenty-two. How will you be paying for that?” It comes out a bored drawl as Danny shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“It’ll be cash—just—give me a sec. I know I had change in here somewhere.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Danny crosses his arms over the chest of his garish vest and tips his gaze toward the industrial ceiling, trying to find literally anywhere to look so he’s not the overly intense cashier staring at the woman across the counter as she rummages through her oversized, bubblegum purse for a couple of nickels.

He hadn’t even wanted to get a job—staying on top of school, protecting the town from ghosts, and keeping his secret identity from everyone in his life was enough of a struggle, nevermind trying to fit his weekend sentences at Hattie’s Hardware into the mix. But turns out if you break your phone (in a ghost fight), lose a couple of backpacks (after dumping them in an alley so you can go stop a bank robbery), mysteriously misplace articles of clothing (AKA, throw them away because ectoplasm apparently doesn’t come out in the wash), or otherwise ask your parents to replace your crap enough times without a decent explanation, they’ll stop paying for it.

So, as much as he’d love to not be watching stacks of nickels, pennies, and dimes grow on his counter—the bottle-blonde slapping each coin down with a decisive clack before thrusting her arm back into the depths of her bag—he really can’t get fired. Not only does he desperately need a new pair of shoes after stepping in a suspicious puddle Cujo left behind (please just let it have been radioactive drool), but he has to prove to his parents that he’s responsible, even if he’s going through a bit of a “destructive phase” with his belongings.

“Eight twenty-two!” the woman declares proudly, hiking her purse up onto her shoulder and beaming down at the skyscraper diorama of coins piled up on his counter. “I told you I had change.”

“Yes. You did,” Danny says with a defeated breath, scooping the first stack of nickels into his hand, and spreading them out across his palm.

Five, ten, fifteen…

“It’s eight twenty-two. Trust me.”

“Sorry, policy. I have to double check,” Danny says with his best apologetic grimace before turning his gaze back down to the coins in his hand.

Five, ten, fifteen…

“Well, that’s kind of unfair, don’t you think? Isn’t the customer always right?”

“Right, of course.”

Twenty, twenty-five, thirty…

“This is a bad look. It makes it feel like you don’t trust your clientele.”

Danny gives a half-hearted shrug, not lifting his eyes from the coins. “Sorry. Not my policy.”

Thirty-five, forty, forty-five…

“Well, I never.”

Danny makes the mistake of looking up as the woman tsks, gripping the strap of her bag and giving him a scandalized glower.

“Sorry,” he says again, shoulders slumping as he lets out a sigh, his gaze falling back to the mess of nickels in his hand.

Five, ten, fifteen…

***

Danny’s fellow cashier heads up for their lunch during the mid-afternoon lull, leaving Danny up front alone, standing at his till, pretending to be busy in case Hattie wanders past. He types random SKU numbers into the computer to see if it’ll bring up anything, he flips through the binder of faded lumber codes, he sprays his counter down with a bottle of something that smells like death and wipes it away with paper towels that come away gray with grime, he sorts the air fresheners that hang on a display beside his counter. And after all that is done, he’s managed to kill about seven minutes.

It’s almost a relief when a customer finally wanders up to his till. Almost.

The man wordlessly plops a length of cord, a roll of duct tape, and a box of garbage bags down on the counter—doesn’t even bother to glance up at Danny, just rolls up the cuff of his dark suit jacket and checks his watch as though the point five seconds he’s been waiting is already too long.

Danny manages to plaster on his best customer-service smile, hoping his eyes don’t give away the “not this asshole again” that he’s thinking.

Nearly once a week, buddy here shows up—way overdressed, with his smarmy ponytail and his suit—acts put out that he has to breathe the same air as the rest of Amity Park’s peons, then proceeds to purchase some of the sketchiest shit Hattie’s Hardware has to offer. Danny’s always left wondering if he should be calling the police instead of ringing up the serial killer’s checklist of supplies on his counter.

But, honestly, he does not get paid enough to keep tabs on Hannibal Lector over there, so he lets it slide.

“Find everything you were looking for today?” Danny asks as he tips the garbage bags on their side and scans the code on the bottom with a beep.

The man gives the vaguest grunt of acknowledgement, and just before his sleeve falls back in place over the face of his Rolex, Danny notices the fresh scratches marking the man’s pale forearm.

His brow furrows, but instead of prying, he just plucks up the duct tape and cracks a friendly joke as he twists the roll to find the barcode. “Already got the shovel and axe at home, hunh? Good for you.”

The beep is the only thing to split the silence, and when Danny glances up, it’s to find the man’s dark gaze pinned on him, lips pursed on a thin line. He is very much not laughing.

“Just ah—a joke.” Danny blanches as he gestures weakly at the items on the counter. “Because uhm. You know. If you had a shovel and axe, this would look kind of like you were, ah…”

“I get it,” the man answers frostily.

“Okay,” Danny answers, chastened as he drops his head and picks up the rope.

Immediately, he can tell Sketchy McBillionaire completely ignored the sign in the hardware aisle asking customers to get an employee’s assistance with the custom lengths of cord—there’s absolutely no SKU or length written anywhere, but Danny makes a show of turning the rope in his hand anyway.

“Shoot. It looks like your label must have fallen off?” he says, doing his very best not to sound too accusatory, just in case the guy really isn’t above murder.

“I’m sorry?” the man asks pointedly, brow arching, and it is so very clearly not an apology.

“Uhm. Well. Since you grabbed a custom length of rope instead of a pre-measured spool, there should be a tag on here somewhere. I need that to ring you up,” Danny tries, gesturing uselessly at the cord.

“Are you serious?” the man asks, teeth gritting. “This is just what I need right now.”

“I can, uh, page someone from hardware to get us the number?”

“No need. I’ll go get a pre-measure spool.” The words drip with derision, as if this is somehow Danny’s fault, as the man snaps up the rope and twists on his heel.

“Actually—” Danny cuts in, withering under the man’s icy gaze as he snaps his head back around. Sheepishly, he continues, “Once the length has been cut, we can’t really keep it…”

The man’s shoulders heave with a deep breath, his grip curling tight around the cord between his fingers.

“Fine,” he snaps, tossing the looped rope back onto the counter with a thud. “But make it quick. I’ve already been significantly delayed today.”

Danny gives a curt nod, picking up the receiver beside his register and paging for a hardware employee, his crackly, amplified voice sounding weak as it reverberates through the store. Which is so stupid. He’s a literal superhero—can punch a ghost three ways into next Thursday—so why is he cowed by some guy strutting around the hardware store in a suit?

Maybe because he knows punching this dude isn't an option unless he wants to get fired.

Ugh, why do bad things always happen to him?

Danny tries to play nice—determining not to piss the guy off or lose his job—and schools his features into an affable smile.

“It’ll just be a couple minutes,” he says.

The man gives a tight “hmmm,” crossing his arms over his chest, brows dropped low over cold blue eyes.

As the silence stretches between them, Danny awkwardly drumming his fingers against the metal till top, the urge to claw out of his skin grows unbearable. Against all better judgment, he finally blurts, “how’s your day going so far?”

“You want to know how my day is going?” The man’s tone drips vitriol, teeth bared as he steps in closer to the till. There’s something hysteric in the twist of the words as he repeats himself. “You want to know how my day is going?”

Danny tries to backpedal, jerkily shakes his head no, but it’s too late. The man gives a laugh somewhere just left of unhinged (why does it almost sound familiar?) and is off on a tangent before Danny can stop him.

“My day started with a very unwelcome intrusion, weeks of hard work thrown out the window because of some insolent boy and his need to stick his nose in where it doesn’t belong. My day found me bitter and behind schedule, interrupted at a crucial moment because someone has decided to treat my work like some blasted video game. My day”—the man’s eyes dart to the nametag on Danny’s vest, heedless of the way he’s stiffened, heart beating hard in his throat—“Daniel, has left me thwarted, again, an extension of a dismal several months in this wretched town, a string of one disappointment after another. And now I’m delayed once more, stuck waiting here with you, for someone to perform a menial task on my behalf since you can’t identify a length of rope. So tell me, boy. How do you think my day has been going?”

It’s how he spits the word boy, the cadence of the diatribe, the implication behind the words.

Danny just stares at the man, wide-eyed, any kind of response at all sticking in his throat as his palms brace against the back of the till.

It's then the employee from hardware comes bounding over, her cheery, freckled face split on a smile, oblivious to the weighted silence. “How can I help y'all?”

“I need a price on this.” The man practically snarls the words, snatching the cord and thrusting it at Poppy or Penny or…Genevieve?

Crap. Danny has got to get better at remembering his coworkers’ names.

“O-oh,” she stammers.

“The SKU actually,” Danny manages, and her expression softens with relief—that that’s all he needs, that she doesn't have to put up with this nightmare of a man before them.

She pulls free a small notebook from a pocket in her ugly vest. Thwipping through the pages, she drops a glance to the rope in her hands, flips a little further, then reads off some digits from her hand-scrawled notes. Danny taps them in obediently as Poppy/Penny/Genevieve turns the rope forward and back.

“Probably about twelve feet,” she guesstimates.

“Awesome, thank you,” Danny says, the price coming up on screen as he taps in a one-two and thumbs enter.

The man has barely moved, his expression all hard, sharp, unimpressed lines as he stands back and watches them with crossed arms. Poppy/Penny/Genevieve flickers a glance in his direction, then away.

“Noproblemhereyougotalktoyoulater,” she says, the sentence coming out in one hurried breath as she drops the cord on Danny's counter and bolts.

With her gone, it's just Danny, the silver-haired man, and the suffocating tension between them once again.

Danny knows he should focus on getting the purchase rung through and getting the guy out of here, but can't help the beat too long he stares at the man.

He's about the right height, the same goatee, the graying stripe parting his long hair.

“I don’t have all day.”

“Right!” Danny starts, shifting his attention back to his till’s screen, his pulse fluttering in his chest. Could it be? “Uhm. That comes to—”

“Yes, yes, it’ll be on credit,” the man interrupts, thrusting a black card at him.

Danny catches the card against his chest, holds it there as he mashes the man’s total into the debit machine. Before swiping the card, he turns a glance down to the plastic in his hand, his eyes roving past the long string of numbers and the expiration date to find the raised silver lettering beneath.

Vlad Masters.

His gaze lifts, and he finds the man—Vlad—watching him impatiently. Danny jerks his eyes away as he swipes the card, hands it back, places the printed receipt on the counter to be signed.

Vlad huffs—doesn't say a word as he fishes a pen from his inside pocket and scrawls a quick, jagged signature.

The arch of his brow, the condescending weight of his gaze, the impatient snap of his movements...

As the man gathers up his supplies, scowling, and pushes through the exit, Danny picks up the merchant copy of the receipt left on his counter. His gaze fixes on the V. Masters on the till paper, his lips twisted on a frown.

He doesn't know how it's possible, but he thinks that man—Vlad Masters—is his archrival.

Which means…Plasmius is a half-ghost?

#danny phantom #dp #phan phic #danny phantom fanfic #danny fenton #vlad masters #AU #no one knows AU #sorry got carried away vamping #my hate letter to working retail

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Ikemen Sengoku - Kicho

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors.

TW: Slightly Suggestive

Mai: “Masamune!?”

Masamune: “I heard about the incident in town.”

Masamune: “If Kicho finds out I’m here, it could cause a lot of trouble. Can you let me in quietly?”

Mai: “Okay. Wait a sec!”

I tied the rope I found in the room to a sturdy post and threw it out the window.

I then helped Masamune climb the wall and led him to the sofa in the room.

Masamune: “Things are getting pretty crazy, huh?”

Mai: “Yeah.”

Masamune stopped by Sakai for official business and came to check on us when he heard the rumors.

Masamune: “I heard from a guard that a maid was actually attacked yesterday.”

Mai: “Yeah. That's why I decided not to work and took a day off.”

I opened up about the work Kicho had assigned me to do, and after listening to what I had to say, Masamune narrowed his eye and smirked.

Masamune: “Is Kicho that desperate to lock you in a room?”

Mai: “N-Now’s not the time to focus on that.”

I naturally slumped my shoulders, feeling both embarrassed and perplexed.

Masamune: “So, what do you want to do?”

Mai: “Me?”

Masamune: “Setting aside Kicho’s intentions, what do you want to do about the current situation?”

Masamune asked me seriously, and my heart skipped a beat.

(I haven’t really thought about what I want for myself.)

(I’m scared and anxious, but more than that, I’m worried about Kicho.)

I took a moment to reflect on my feelings and emotions.

Masamune: “It looks like you already have your answer.”

Mai: “Yeah. I...”

(If I don’t leave the room, Kicho will feel relieved.)

(I won’t be next to him if something happens.)

Mai: “I don’t want to stay like this. I need to do something.”

Masamune: “Then it’s settled.”

Masamune: “I’ll be your bodyguard. We’ll find the culprit ourselves.”

Mai: “What!? I thought you were on official business一”

Masamune: “This kind of detour shouldn’t be a problem.”

He stated it so clearly that I had no choice but to agree.

(I’m honestly grateful because I can only do so much on my own.)

(Though Masamune might be in danger if we encounter the culprit.)

Mai: “Why are you helping me?”

Masamune: “I'm worried because you're not smiling.”

Mai: “Thank you.”

Masamune: “Do you know Kicho’s plans for tonight?”

Mai: “He’ll be gone until dawn for a meeting.”

Masamune: “Perfect. In that case, I’ll pick you up again later tonight.”

Masamune: “We’ll go on patrol to see if any suspicious men are lurking around the trading post or in town.”

Mai: “Okay!”

By the time Masamune left the room through the window, the sun had started to set.

As I put away the rope and closed the window, almost simultaneously, the door opened.

Kicho: “Did you hear any noise just now?”

I desperately tried my best not to flinch in surprise.

Mai: “I just shut the window, so I guess that’s what you heard.”

Kicho: “..........”

(What should I do? I feel like he’s getting suspicious!)

(If he finds out about Masamune, he’ll know I’m going out tonight.)

(I need to find a way to cover it up somehow!)

I struggled to come up with a good idea as my anxiety made my thoughts spin in circles. Then he slowly approached me.

Kicho: “Your smell has changed.”

Mai: “What does that mean一Waah!?”

As I stopped and pondered the words he muttered, he suddenly hugged my shoulders.

Mai: “Kicho...?”

Kicho: “I knew it.”

He buried his face in my neck to check my scent, and he immediately pulled away and spoke up.

Kicho: “Who was here? No one in the trading post should have this scent.”

Mai: “That’s...”

I involuntarily stepped back, and he closed the distance between us by two steps.

After a few more times of this exchange, I fell onto the bed.

Mai: “K-Kicho, wait.”

Kicho: “I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to for your safety.”

Mai: “Ah...”

Before I could even get up, he quickly climbed onto the bed and pinned me down.

Kicho: “If you intend to remain silent, there are other ways to make you say it yourself.”

Mai: “No…ah…”

My voice trembled as he stroked my sensitive areas to show he was serious.

When his fingers approached the sensitive spot he knew so well, I hurriedly shook my head.

Mai: "I-It's not like that. Actually..."

Mai: "I got curious about the new perfume, so I sprayed some on myself!"

Kicho: "........."

Mai: "Sorry for using the sample without permission."

(Good thing I saw a sample perfume when I sorted through the documents earlier.)

(I think this is the most acceptable explanation, but will he buy it?)

I looked up at him with a feeling akin to waiting for a verdict.

Kicho: "As long as it's a sample and not an actual product, you can use it however you like."

Kicho: "Let me know if there's a specific scent you like. I'll give it to you as a gift."

Mai: "Thank you."

I felt relieved seeing him looking convinced and relaxed.

He then stroked the corners of my eyes with his fingertips, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Kicho: "When I look into your eyes, I can't help but think that you might do something reckless."

Mai: “Huh? Ah...”

His fingers sank into my unguarded and unprotected spot, turning my question into a sweet sigh.

Mai: “Wait...ahh...Kicho...”

Kicho: “Mai.”

I became increasingly aroused by his relentless, teasing fingers, and all I could do was cling to him desperately.

Mai: “Mn.”

As night fell, I finally woke up, having fallen asleep due to exhaustion.

(There’s no one here. Kicho probably left for the business meeting already.)

Kicho: “Don’t go anywhere until I return in the morning.”

Kicho’s voice, which I heard just before I fell asleep, came back to me vaguely.

(But it’s almost time to meet with Masamune.)

Mai: “I have to get ready.”

I tried to get up but felt a pulling sensation and ended up sitting back down.

At that moment, I finally realized that my right wrist was bound and tied to the bedpost.

Mai: “No way.”

(The rope is only long enough to reach the edge of the bed.)

(I won’t be able to contact Masamune at this rate. What should I do?)

I tried to untie the rope, but couldn’t even loosen the knot with my left hand alone.

*Clack*

(Hm?)

Suddenly, I heard the window open, and a slight breeze blew into the room.

Hoping it might be Masamune, I looked towards the source of the sound, only to find an unfamiliar man standing there.

Man: "I finally found you. So you're the woman of the head of this trading post, huh?"

Mai: "----!"

He put a sack over my head without even giving me a chance to shout.

(Kicho...)

I called out the name of my beloved in my fading consciousness.

Kicho was on his way to a business meeting when a shadow blocked him.

Kicho: "Masamune."

Masamune: "I know what's going on. And I'm here to ask you what you want to do about it."

Shot through by his one eye reflecting the moonlight, Kicho quietly opened his mouth.

Kicho: "I..."

Part 1┆Part 2┆Premium End┆Epilogue

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen kicho #ikesen #ikesen kichou #ikesen jp #cybird #ikesen masamune #ikesen translations

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kaus-quietis · 10 months

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Lav's All-smiles Problem-solving Roooooundtable ch108 edition!

Welcome, welcome! To Lav's BSD ch108 discussion! Delivered to you via my funky dove Eliott, acting as my mystic messenger. These are random thoughts I had after reading this brilliant chapter, which, writing-wise, made the best possible use of Fedya's character, expanding it even more without even betraying his backstory. Maybe a backstory isn't needed after all, just look at how much FUN he is right now. I am in BLISS

Putting aside the fact that he is literally carrying the plot at this point, come sit with me, I make you a delicious Chinese black tea with rose petals and casually share my thoughts. Hello there, dearest Kat, yes, "where is Lav when you need her?", I am here, I offer you a hug, and to all my friends here who share the sentiment, I hug you too.

A. Before you say ANYTHING about "oh but? maybe Fedya is telling the half-truth? or a half-lie? what if his ability really is the evil one?", my brothers and sisters in Christ, listen to yourself. This man functions almost on a meta-level of character consciousness: he changed his facial expression and aura so convincingly, his tone, his speech, his posture, even the shade of his eyes, fooling not only Sigma, but the readers as well. We are used to characters changing the shade of their eyes when they change mental states or have certain (new) decisions in mind, we as a community are so used to this, all it took was one panel from the Conjurer doing this trick for so many of us to actually believe him and start, yet again, to spiral down the "what if he is good but his ability is evil? what if he is two entities? what if?" rollercoaster. This is so amusing to me, and in a meta-sense must be amusing to Fedya too. While speculation can bloom again based on this, I wouldn't be putting too much effort into reading into his lines here. I take it as a trick. It worked splendidly, almost like it attacked the fandom's major concerns and theories about his character and weaponized them against everyone. That's a meta-kind of tomfoolery. Trolling, if you will. I LOVE that Asagiri made him bamboozle every reader like this. His character so far goes into the best direction, it cultivates and expands his traits and skills in the best way. But let's pretend Fedya really is telling a half-truth there, which is there being an opposition between him and his ability. I talked about this in my essay (see pinned post), there really seems to be a divergence at the core of his character, but it manifests subtly, not like what we saw in ch108. Then again, not even on that can we arrive at any conclusive statements, because if we remember that, of course, "crime and punishment are close friends", it could well be that he and his ability are partners, and you bet I imagine they would BOTH indulge in peak tomfoolery like this together, if that meant one of them switching in and the other out for a sec. Remember, dear souls: aside from his "higher mission", abstract as it still is lore-wise, Fedya's keyword is "fun" or "entertainment", repeatedly. And oh he himself is even more fun now~

B. if Fedya would have wanted to mortally wound Sigma, he'd have chosen a more suitable place to stab him; it looks like a abdominal, lower quadrant, lateral stab, a deliberate choice, I would say, that technically avoids critical, most vascular organs (kidney and spleen for example) and main veins/arteries. I am no doctor, but from what I gathered, Sigma won't bleed out fast at all, and if untreated might get a deadly infection in a longer time (not counting the possibility of septic shock if we assume the knife penetrated and heavily opened an intestine). Sigma needs a medic asap (our queen Yosano when?), but will likely be conscious and quite able to move around and whatnot. Like I argued in my essay, Fedya most likely does not want to kill Sigma, or anybody for that matter, because keeping everyone alive to fulfill various roles and see how their will tosses them in all kinds of directions is more fun for him, more entertaining, but also more useful. He is a long-term strategist, like Dazai. "Our beloved monsters" ❤

C. Fedya evidently exerts some serious mental torment on Sigma, by making him stand by his choices, his will, just like he always desired. The flip side is that Fedya takes his time, or should I say gifts Sigma his time, in which he teaches him the full lesson of what Sigma wants. The responsibility that comes with acting on your own, the terror of facing the consequences when choosing on your own: right now, to Sigma, this freedom is terror. But Fedya is never a one-dimensional character. It's most probable he calculated and devised strategies for both possibilities (a. Sigma with rekindled determination touches him; b. Sigma backpedals on what he decided and does not touch him). The irony is that both scenarios are an affirmation of Sigma's will, because, while the first decision can be seen like foolish bravery, the second one can also be seen as wise self-preservation, if the circumstances so demand it. BSD is not a black-and-white series, diving head-first into danger is not its definition of bravery or heroism. BSD was always about measured decisions, ones the characters take upon themselves willingly. It may be time Sigma does that too, in his own way, and Fedya wants to see that. Why? Well, my guess is because it's fascinating to watch humans grow, and Fedya lives for the entertainment that comes with it. It is actually more interesting if we remember his line from ch42 (“People can be so simple… They truly believe they are thinking for themselves. (…) They don’t want to think they’re being led by the nose”): the pattern is, Fedya puts others under harsh circumstances, and then, under pressure, lets go of them, waiting for their free decision, the true test and expression of their hearts, so to say (which could make a superb discussion if we make a parallel between Kunikida and Sigma, since essentially what happened to Kunikida is happening now to Sigma, except Kunikida did indeed break down, but thanks to healthy support from his comrades he slowly regained his sense of self, and stronger than ever at that time, however… Sigma is alone, isn't he? but what if he needs to be in order to finally get a hold of his own self?). Anyway, how much of that expression is free, or how much is guided or manipulated, is a debate in itself, since it implies relating the freedom to the individual vs relating the freedom to the external factors and possibilites.

D. I do need to underline, just like Fedya also underlined it: Sigma already made his decision, right there when he still tried to get the gun before getting kicked in the face. Fedya moved on to the next step: testing how strong Sigma's will is when an actual chance to act appears. Sigma already accepted the physical pain, but how will he face the mental anguish? That is more Fedya's territory, a "specialist" of breaking people by simply knowing them thoroughly and choosing the right words. But now we gained new info: even in close combat, apparently, Fedya is not to be underestimated. That was a rather strong kick, anyway. But more importantly, he completely turned the tables in a situation where he would be in a total disadvantage. * chef's kiss * that was very bungou stray dogs of him.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga spoilers #bsd fyodor #bsd sigma #stopped working on my PhD to indulge in ritualic chants and expressions of love and devotion towards BSD's greatest character #the man himself #it's always Fedya #my love knows no death #yes I even typed these tags out for Eliott #I hope she has been a good circus ghost #but even is she was a bad or absent circus ghost I forgive her #she is the best and you agree #unless you think I am the best and in that case you're right lol #this was your daily dose of sensible ENTPs faking a massive ego #if you have questions please reply here or send an ask but dont stress the funky dove mystic messenger #we are both vanishing ENTPs like the Queens song Now Im Here Now Im There #i will still not be on my blog till a long time I have a PhD to write #no an ACTUAL PhD not my marriage proposal PhD that is already posted #but that one I will update too after more chapters pile up - maybe in November

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