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upsidedownwithsteve · 7 months

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I’m so happy you’re up for writing for WTTW! It’s one of my all time faves, can’t believe it’s been a year?!

Please could I request a cute little blurb set during the drive back maybe? Something cute and loved up and maybe a little smutty (for the sluts) (aka me)

Or anything else from this AU you feel like writing!

🥰

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“Pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull over.”

You were on a road outside of a town in Utah, Carmel and the ocean long left behind. It was almost dusk, that golden kind of light draping over the canyons, making the desert landscape look pink, like a dream. Everything was cotton candy, soft and sweet, including the boy driving.

“D’you need to pee or something?” Steve asked and he peered down at the map that was thrown across your legs. “There should be a gas station somewhere along here if—”

“Or something,” you replied, your answer vague enough to have Steve frowning but he was already pulling off of the road, pink and red dust kicking up from the wheels.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok— oh.” He realised what was happening when you arched up, hips lifting from the seat, just enough for you to hook your fingers into the sides of your underwear and peel them down from underneath your dress. “Oh my god, okay, yeah.”

His belt was unbuckled instantly, a comical quickness to his actions, the buckle hitting the door panel with a thud and he was sliding the divers seat back quicker than he could keep up with, his other hand hitting the horn.

It was all laughter into mouths, pretty, sweet, urgent kisses over the stick shift and Steve wasn’t shy about urging you into his lap. He kissed you until you were breathless, until the sky went from pink to lavender and the clouds in the distance rolled a little closer. It wasn’t a busy road per se, definitely sleepy at this hour but headlights flashed over your both as an old truck blurred past and it just made everything a little more exciting.

Steve was making the nicest noises, needy gasps and groans as you rocked over him, his jeans unbuckled just enough to free his cock and he threw his head back at the feel of how wet you were, letting you nip and lick at his throat, his jaw.

And when he got close and the stars started to blink from between the rock formations, Steve gripped your hip with one hand and urged you to ride him faster, the windows wet with condensation, the car rocking in the most obvious way. He used his free hand to slip down the straps of your dress from your shoulders, tugged the flowery material down over your tits until you were wearing it around the middle of your waist like a belt.

You were so on show it was obscene.

“I’m close,” you moaned and Steve just thrust up to keep you, cock sliding in and out with slick sounds.

You grabbed at his hair, tugging, gazing down at him with hazy eyes. He was tanned, sunkissed and freckles with his lips pink and parted for you, staring right back with pupils blown wide.

“Christ, you’re so pretty,” he murmured and his voice was gone, wrecked. “Gonna come for me? Just for me?”

You nodded, gasping, pulling at his hair until he groaned and took over, holding your hips still so he could fuck up into you until you came, clenching down on him.

And if that happened in every place you stopped on the way home, well. That wasn’t a vacation story you needed to share with friends.

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katsukikitten · 18 days

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Tomura doesn't find out how much of a pervert he is until he comes across a popular sound on TikTok as he's scrolling.

Shout out to all the latinas

The goth ones

The cowboy boots wearing ones

The crazy ones

I dont care

I see a latina bitch with with white or black toes

And I start acting like a damn dog

Anyway, this song going dummy hard

Turn this shit tf up

Sure the girls are pretty, showing off their bodies but none make him react, just a slow blink of his raw ruby gaze and before the sound even finishes he's scrolling to the next thing.

A league of legends meme, some sad halo lore, hell diver clips with guys who sound like they should be voice acting with their fun roleplaying dramatic as they shout "FOR DEMOCRACY."

And then again the sound pops back up shout out to all the latinas.

Except this time, for some reason, he can't scroll away.

You were mesmerizing, his thumb hovering midair as he watches, even if all he can see is your body and those pouty, plush lips. Captions staring you were shy and that you weren't going to show above your lips. Somehow Tomura is okay with that, thinks your eyes would send him over the edge a little too quickly.

The sound plays over and over and over, eyes tracing over your collar bones as the stupid sound burns into his subconscious. Looking at your pretty skin, your wolf cut and how he thinks you've only got lipgloss on but he can't be sure.

His eyes keep going back to your collar bones, two pretty red jeweled studs under each bone as if your body needed more attention drawn to it. So pretty, soft and plump and his calloused hands can already feel your supple skin under his rough touch. His cock twitches to life, palming himself through his joggers a time or two before he goes to your profile.

Looking for more videos but it seems only this one went viral. A few of the others you're kneeling in a skirt tending to your little garden or little day in my life povs but all he can think about is ruining your cute well placed outfits. Of ripping them off your body and grabbing at your stomach, thighs and ass covering each place with his sticky cum but what he thinks about the most is your mouth. Second only to your collar bones.

He thinks about his leaky tip, tapping it against your fluttering, eager, tongue, smearing your mouth with his pre before he fists your perfect wolf cut hair in his hand and shoves himself fully to the back of your throat. You'd gag around him and he'd groan, keeping you there, making your gag over and over.

Drool dripping from your chin and onto your chest and those fuckin studded collar bones and fuck -

He can't hold back anymore, letting the video play over and over as he strokes himself, doesn't care about the man's voice as he hyperfocused on you and your body. How your skirt was so short and when you adjusted just so he could see the crescents of your ass, could see a glimpse of your mound between your thick thighs he wants his head between. Speeding up his fist and pausing the video when your mouth and collar bones are in view. He swears you're making them extra pouty and just for him. Panting as he imagines what you sound like, how you'd husk his name while his tongue spelled out his own in heady possession on your overstimulated clit.

Painting his chest and fluttering abdomen in sticky hot white as he groans loud enough it echoes in his small room.

"Fuck." He pants, slamming his head back into his gaming chair, letting the post glow of his orgasm wash over him. Thundering throughout his body in time with his heart before he finally catches his breath. Not even bothering to wipe himself up as he tucks himself away, fingers poised over the keys in post nut clarity.

Taking your user from TikTok and praying to God he was lucky for once in his life. Searching it up on discord.

And oh how he's lucky.

The profile picture, your profile picture, is a still from the video he just watched, your collar bones, your pouty lips, small vixen like smile. Tomura can feel the thunder in his chest once more.

You sigh, toiling away at your computer, watching a comfort YouTuber while your fingers idly twist the screws on your PC tower. A bad habit you couldn't seem to break. A bit of loneliness welling up in your chest as you watch him and another YouTuber vlog their day, mind wandering to friendships and failed relationships when your discord pings.

Someone requested to message you. Your friend must be wearing off on you as curiosity gets the better of you as you open the message.

decaydaddy: what color are they?

You scrunch up your nose and for a moment you think he's talking about your nipples, most guys asked that and you think to block him immediately but you hover over his profile. Starlight hair, brooding red eyes and suddenly you're typing back.

you: what?

He sends you a link to your own TikTok with that ridiculous sound your friend begged you to use before he replies again.

decaydaddy: your toes.

decaydaddy: I need to know so I can better imagine your ankles on my shoulders.

decaydaddy: so are they black or white pretty girl?

@decaydaddy because I always write him for you.

#tomura thirst #kitten writes tomura

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anjaelle · 1 year

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Dumpster Diving

Pairing: College!Dave Lizewski x Black!Reader Summary: Friends help friends recover from a night of crime fighting. Warnings: Language, mentions of bruising/battering Word Count: 2.3k a/n: Finally getting around to writing about my babygirl Dave. I feel like 100 different stories have already been written about him. But I figured, why not add one more. Friends to lovers implied. Part II: Study Buddies

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Judging by the sounds you heard, you were almost positive that it was a dying opossum. Or maybe some sort of raccoon. There had been at least two occasions when you tried to help a presumably defenseless animal that'd fallen into the large dumpster after looking for a midnight snack. Maybe you were a little stupid for attempting it a third time. After all, how would they learn their lesson if they kept getting fished out? And after being nearly attacked both times, how would you learn to mind your business if you DIDN'T actually start minding your business?

You paused on the vacant campus path, looking around for a sign that anyone else would be able to help that thing. You were met with the sound of the sprinklers and crickets. Of course. This was the price you paid for being a world-class procrastinator and bleeding heart. You were leaving the library at 3am after pulling an all-nighter, AND forced to decide between saving a wounded animal and getting --at best--4 hours of sleep.

You sighed, readjusting your backpack on your shoulders, and dragged your feet to the massive dumpster parked on the side of the 6-story dorm. Something groaned and rustled inside, though it made no effort to push the metal lid open.

"Hello?" You asked, cautiously.

You were met with another groan and the sound of more rustling, indicating that you were no longer dealing with a defenseless animal, but a person. Someone clearly in pain.

"Oh, god damn it." You mumbled to yourself. You tossed your head back and groaned, pulling your backpack from your shoulders. "If you're alive in there, say something."

There was a beat of silence, and then a weak garble of words. At least, it sounded like words. You hesitated then climbed up the short steps leading up to the edge of the dumpster lid. It took you a few tries to push it all the way open, but when you did, you were smacked in the face by the smell of rotting food and stale alcohol. You reeled back and coughed, covering your mouth and nose. When you finally gained your composure, you peered back into the darkness of the dumpster to find someone splayed across the mountain of trash. They were wearing what looked like bright green pajamas and a matching ski mask. You could see a splash of dark red blooming across their stomach, and you winced empathetically.

"Hey! Do you need help?"

Of course they needed help. What a dumb ass question. The person seemed to weakly nod in response. That was a start.

"Can you reach up?" You called down.

There was another brief pause, then the person croaked out, "Yeah. Just...give me a minute."

There was no doubt in your mind that this was another student. He seemed to be throwing his voice a bit, but you couldn't quite place where you heard it. You both sat in silence while the dumpster diver took deep breaths of fresh air. There was no guessing how long he’d been sitting in there. You could imagine it was a miserable experience all the same.

"What's your name?" You suddenly asked.

The person cleared their throat and weakly responded, "Kick-Ass."

It hung in the air between you like a bad smell.

"Is that your frat name or something?" You questioned.

"What? N-no. It's..." he sighed, "it's a nickname."

"You need better friends, then. That nickname kinda sucks."

A gloved hand reached out towards you and you grabbed it, reaching your other arm down into the darkness.

"C'mon," you coaxed, "give me your other one. I'll pull you up in three."

"Are you strong enough to do that? I'm pretty heavy."

You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Do you want my help or not?"

"I was just gonna hold onto the edge--"

"Listen, Kick-Ass, I could just leave you here."

His other hand immediately grabbed yours, and you counted.

"One...two...three!" You pulled. You heard his feet scrape the sides of the dumpster as he pushed himself out of the grimy tin can. You both fell backwards onto the grass and gasped for breath.

"Jesus, you really are heavy." You admitted, rolling over to get a good look at him. His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving, but the color was returning to his nose and what little you could see of his cheeks. So that had to be a good sign.

"I...told...you." He gasped before rolling over on his side and vomiting into the grass. You looked away, knowing for sure that you'd likely follow his lead. Scooping your backpack up, you hooked your arms through.

There was obviously something weird about a person in green pajamas chilling in a dorm dumpster at 3am.

"Welp, I did my duty. Good luck!" You gave him a friendly salute.

But it was not your circus. Nor were they your monkeys.

"Wait!" He cried. He crawled a little ways away from where he emptied the contents of his stomach, and slowly stood on his feet. Unstably. He swayed a little, holding his side. "I...kinda need help here."

Oh come on.

"How do I know you won't murder me?" You asked, raising a suspicious brow.

He shot you a strongly incredulous look and motioned to himself.

"Are you shitting me? You're more likely to murder me, don't you think?"

Point taken.

Sneaking him into your dorm room was a struggle. Not only was he taller than you and way more muscular than you, he was also probably dying. He leaned on you for support as he limped to your bathroom and collapsed on the toilet seat with a sharp, loud groan.

"Dude," you stared at him with widened eyes and peeked out into your suite hallway to make sure no one heard, "Any louder and my roommates will think I'm hosting an orgy in my bedroom."

"Sorry." He said, through clenched teeth.

You ran the bath, feeling a little bit like a dick for being so harsh.

"No, I'm sorry." You admitted as you tested the temperature, "I'm just really tired. You're hurt. I'm just being an asshole."

He chuckled to himself, "I don’t think you’re really capable of being an asshole."

"How would you know?"

He said nothing. When you turned to look at him, he eyed you warily and fidgeted with his hands. "Just a feeling--"

"Oh my god you're a stalker."

"What? No." He shot you a look like that was the most ridiculous thing in the world. Coming from a man you just fished out of the dumpster. "I just...guessed that you weren’t completely awful."

“You’re a terrible liar.” You searched the medicine cabinet for your first aid kit, “Take the mask off.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“You’re hurt. The mask is dirty. You’ll get an infection. What are you gonna do, bathe with it on?”

He motioned with his hands like that was a viable option, and you rolled your eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Take it off!”

“No, you can’t know who I am. I don’t want to put you in danger. Not you.”

The sincerity in his tone struck a cord. And suddenly you suspected that he knew you more than you originally thought.

“I won’t tell anyone. Just…let me help you. You’re bleeding.”

He pressed a hand to the cut just above his eye, and the cut on his cheek. It was undeniable that he really needed her. He let out a deep breath and then slowly pulled his mask over his head. The mass of dark curls framed the battered, unmistakably adorable face of--

"Dave, what the fuck?!" You exclaimed. Your knees gave out from under you, and you sat dumbly on the edge of your bathtub. He nervously scratched the back of his head as you stared at each other. You weren't sure you were prepared to hear how your study partner was getting the shit kicked out of him and thrown in a dumpster.

"...yeah."

YEAH?

"What the hell happened to you?" You asked. You could hear the honey-sweet concern laced in your tone, and you weren't fully sure where it came from. He seemed just as surprised as you.

"I was fighting a guy on the roof and he—well, it doesn’t matter. He knocked me off and I fell. I think I got knocked out.”

He winced at the memory of the fall, and you mirrored his expression. Landing in the dumpster was lucky. A few inches to the right and he’d be tomato paste.

“I guess this all explains why you missed studying today,” you murmured. Then you realized— “Wait, hold on. Why were you fighting someone on the roof in green spandex. Are you a vigilante? Like…Batman?”

“If Batman worked in retail and hadn’t been laid in two years,” he mumbled. Then he caught himself, “Sorry, too much information.”

Any other time you would laugh it off. But you were still astounded that this guy you spent post-class time with was running around pretending to be a superhero. And he was getting seriously injured.

You both sat in silence as the bath water began to steam from the heat.

“And you were really doing this alone?” You asked, softly.

“Well yeah,” he shrugged like the answer was simple. “I don’t know if you realize it, but you’re kind of the only one who talks to me.”

In all honesty, you hadn’t noticed. He was quiet in every class you had together, but he always seemed nice enough. He had to have friends.

“Huh.” You applied ointment to a clean cotton ball and reached out to dab at the cut on his eyebrow, “I guess it was good that I was the one who found you then.”

You expected him to wince at the sting, but his eyes never left your face until he caught on that you noticed. He averted his gaze to the wall behind you.

“Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.”

You cleaned the other cuts across his face, and applied small band aids to each area. You both seemed to be lost in thought as you worked. He was the first to break the silence.

“Why are you always so nice to me?” He asked.

You contemplated your answer. It wasn’t hard to be kind to him. You told him as much, and a blush bloomed across his cheeks.

“I guess it’s nice to have class with someone who gives as much of a shit as I do,” he cracked a small smile at you and winced when his split lip began to bleed again.

Poor Dave was falling apart at the seams.

“Please tell me you wear underwear with your suit.”

He blushed a deeper shade of red and his eyes widened in embarrassment, “It—I…yes?”

“Great! Stand up. I’m gonna help you out of this. Because it smells awful.” You jumped to your feet with your hands on your hips, preparing yourself for the oncoming fight he was going to give you.

Surprisingly, he conceded. As you helped him get to his feet, you became keenly aware of the fact that he seemed so much taller because he wasn’t actively hunching and shrinking into himself like he usually was. You briefly wondered if Kick-Ass was the real Dave he kept hidden away from everyone.

If so, why?

“Ok, so how does this work?” You asked, circling around him as he leaned against the sink.

“There’s a zipper here,” he motioned behind him. You gently brushed his damp hair away from his neck and he shuddered at your touch. And as you pulled the zipper down to reveal the bruised, taut muscles of his back, you took a second to compose yourself.

“What the hell?” You mouthed to yourself, almost ashamed that you were eyefucking an injured man. Then you caught his gaze in the mirror and found him already watching you in amusement. His blue eyes darkened when you made eye contact, and you shifted your gaze.

“Okay, relax, you’re not that great.”

He raised his hands but you could see him fighting the urge to say something. Presumably something stupid and deeply unfunny.

You pushed one shoulder forward, allowing him to slowly pull his arm out of the tight material. He moved at a snails pace, but it didn’t seem like anything was broken. You weren’t knowledgeable enough about the human body to push anything back into place. And you didn’t have the stomach to try.

Once he peeled the rest of his suit off and was standing in your bathroom half naked, you quickly gathered his things.

“I’m going to throw this in the washing machine.” You mumbled.

“Wait…l—” he reached out and wrapped you into a hug from behind. “Thanks.”

Granted, it wasn’t the first hug he’d ever given you. But it was the first one he’d ever given you in any state of undress.

“No need to thank me,” you said, patting his cheek behind you, “not while you’re still battered. I might have you make it up to me later.”

“Of course…Whatever you want.”

That hung heavily in the air between you.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Dave stepped away from you as you hid his clothes behind your back. Your roommate, Ruby, stared from his half naked and bruised body, to your guilty expression, and back at him.

All three of you stared at each other as the awkward silence stretched on for seconds. And then minutes.

“Hi.” You said. Ruby’s eyes bugged out of her head at the audacity.

“Are you seriously FUCKING Dave Lizewski in our bathroom?”

You glanced at him and he glanced back at you, unsure of what to say. He raised his brows and you raised yours. What the shit were you supposed to do?

“…yes?”

She grimaced in disgust and left, shutting the door behind her, “Gross.”

#dave lizewski x reader #Dave Lizewski x black reader #atj x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson x black!reader #atj x black!reader #aaron taylor johnson #jae writes

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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HEYYY JUST HAD A THIUGHT IDK (for the eyepatch story btw)

what about when aemond gets betrothed and he always comes back to her like at night(when he first heard about the match) he comes to her shop and they sleep together (LIKE ACTUAL SLEEP) and he tells her about it and it’s just fluffy and he’s like you’ll always be the one i love’ and it’s kinda hurt/comfort idk

Interlude

Aemond Targaryen x seamstress!reader

Summary: A quiet moment between Aemond and his seamstress, before he breaks the news to her that he's been betrothed to one of Borros Baratheon's daughters. A/N: OMG OMG THANK YOU FOR DROPPING THIS! I was trying to figure out how to write the third part of this, and this served as the perfect interlude between the second part and the next!!!!! This was exactly what I needed to bridge the plot, so thank you my dear!! CW: Angst!! Hurt & comfort and a little surprise at the end...Words: 1k. // More of the seamstress!reader series here.

While orbiting around the sun of your imagination, you’ve often wondered if it was possible for time to freeze – if places existed, where the dimensions of space and time diverged to one’s convenience, or even safety, or indulgence.

Never did you imagine that you’d ever find your answer, in your very own bed, in the arms of your lover, Aemond.

These places were but a fantasy of yours, much like bedding the Targaryen Prince, yet here, in the back of your shop in the Street of Looms, time dissolves, like the last drops of liquor out of a fine bottle of wine, or like the cold chill of an afternoon in spring, when summer rolls through the season.

Tangled in sheets, Aemond spoons you from behind as he drifts in and out of sleep; strong arms and legs are wrapped around you as he nuzzles the side of your neck – his quiet snores and grunts keep you grounded, awake and making the most of every moment, lest this warm embrace sends you into a realm of sleep so deep it is dreamless.

This is the dream, right here, living and breathing – with soft, pillowy lips and a sharp nose that’s resting on your shoulder blade.

You let him sleep all he wants, as he often comes to you when he needs a peaceful rest away from the cacophony of the Red Keep, though you just can’t do the same.

Something within you calls for you to relish every second you have with him, for you never know when these moments might be yanked from you. There’s always a cloud of danger looming outside of your home when he comes to you – weariness in the pit of your stomach from the mere thought of this affair with the prince being found out.

This feeling of dread remains at the pit of your gut when Aemond groans and stirs from his sleep behind you, holding onto you even tighter – tighter still than how he hugs you every time he leaves your home.

“My love…” beneath the endearing layer of sleepy-gruff voice, there’s a note that makes you intertwine your hands with his in a fierce grip, and reply with tredipitation, not yet turning over to face him.

“Yes, what is it, dear love?”

His voice comes out muffled from his face being pressed against your naked back, and each vowel seems to be strung out from his throat by force.

“There is something I need to tell you, but it will not be easy.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, while you grit your teeth and take a deep breath, giving his hand a squeeze so he could continue.

“When the morrow comes, I will be off to Storm’s End. My house has turned upside down because of the succession as you know, and…”

You’re stiff, clinging onto every word for dear life, like a diver who’s lingering by the slippery edge of the cliff, for fear of hitting the rocks on the dive down to the ocean.

“The reason why I’m flying to Storm’s End is because I was betrothed to one of Borros Baratheon’s daughters.”

Aemond says this bit in one quick go, but it doesn’t take away from how deep it stings.

Your eyes burn akin to someone throwing acid on them as you try to refrain from crying – your chest feels like it’s being stuffed with grovel, and you grind your teeth so hard you're surprised you don't crack a molar.

“I don’t know which one yet, it has not been decided. I am to propose the arrangement to Lord Borros, in fact, in order to secure his alliance with us, and his support to my brother.”

“I...” you choke on your words, letting out a long sigh to calm yourself down, but you can only bury your head in your pillow and scrunch your eyes shut to block out your tears.

“I don’t know what to say,” you murmur wetly against your pillow. “‘Tis your duty, my prince. Let us be truthful, Aemond. We knew this day would come. We knew that what we have between us couldn’t have lasted long.”

Neither speak for what seems like an eternity, as your fate sinks in and suddenly the string of your time together seems to be cutting itself short.

“So be it, for the prosperity of the kingdom and your brother’s rule. I suppose congratulations are in order, my prince.” You mutter, with your back to him, still.

“Look at me,” he softly whispers, gently nudging you so you’d finally turn in his arms.

When you finally face him, hurt flashes on his lilac eye when he sees the tear stains on your cheeks. He frames your face in his palms while gazing at you longingly – already missing you, when he’s not even gone yet.

His voice is as soft as embroidery thread, but just as frail when he whispers against your lips. “You are my one true love. My best friend, the one I desire. Nothing and no one will ever change that.”

“Just you being married to someone else…” You laugh self-deprecatingly, but he fiercely shakes his head and stares at you with conviction.

“My dear love, I assure you that not even that could break the love that I hold for you in my heart.”

Tears now come flooding down your face. There’s nothing you can do to stop them, except for maybe hiding your face in the crook of Aemond’s neck and cling to him with all your limbs, hugging him with every inch of your body desperately.

“Promise me you won’t forget about me.” You bury your pleas right into his skin, selfishly hoping they’ll reach his heart and grow roots there.

“I could never, my lady, I could never. I hope you won’t forget about me either.” He chuckles miserably, deeply inhaling the scent that emanates from the crown of your head.

“That’s just impossible, my prince.”

Being all snug like you were in bed while breathing in sync, it was only a matter of time before your vision blurred and the waking world was no more.

You sleep deeply through the night, and when you wake up, your heart once more contracts when you extend your hand and notice Aemond’s not there.

His comforting presence is now gone, taking with him the magic that is making time stand still, for the universe to stop spinning.

You turn away from his empty spot on your bed, and notice that something glints in your nightstand, due to the sun rays filtering in through your curtain.

Rubbing your eyes, you sit on your bed and your jaw drops, when the object becomes clear – after you take it in your fingers and turn it over, appraising every minute detail with awe.

There in the palm of your hand, rests a ring, with a golden band and a sapphire encrusted within an intricate, circular frame…

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #seamstress!reader #female!Reader #reader insert fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #my writing

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secretfanficwrite · 2 years

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With Or Without You (1/?)

Eddie Munson x Hopeless Romantic!Bestfriend!Reader

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Word Count: 2k Warnings: angst Summary: A Halloween party leaves you wallowing in your own self pity. But is it better to confess or continue suffering?

Author's Note: I saw this headcannon on tiktok that Eddie likes to dress as the devil for halloween and literally it would NOT leave my brain. But I also haven't done an angsty fic yet and I love angst so apologies in advance :(

Holy Diver by Dio played softly on the stereo in Eddie's bedroom, soft vibrations left your mouth as you hummed along to the cassette of his favorite songs, too concentrated to attempt the words.

Eddie sat at the head of his bed, legs spread out straight and his head leaned back, supported by a stack of pillows. Your thighs were spread apart as you straddled his lap, leaning chest to chest. His hands were secured on either side of you waist, finger shifting lightly ever so often, drawing a soft tapping noise as his rings clicked against each other.

Your white dress had ridden up slightly, bunched at the top of your thighs, revealing the boyshorts under your stockings. You had changed prior to now, not thinking much about how the makeup could've stained your outfit.

You were leaned over the boy, his eyes closed as you applied more black eyeliner to his lids. You bit your tongue as it poked out the side of you mouth lightly. His eyes were twitching ever so slightly, not used to the sensation of an object so close to his eyeball.

Lifting your hand off his cheek you paused, eyes raking down his face and over his round pink lips. He looked so serene, waiting for you to continue, relaxed in your presence.

"Why'd you stop humming? I was enjoying it." he teased, eyes still closed but a small smirk appearing on his face.

Your lips quivered as you stared at him before answering, admiring his beauty once more. "I-I think I'm done"

You began to lift yourself off his lap, dropping you head down to look where you were going.

His hands tightened on your waist, halting your movements and holding you in place. Your breath caught in your throat eliciting a barley audible gasp you're sure he missed.

His eyes finally opened, the dark doe eyes staring into yours. They appeared more intense then ever when surrounded by black and red making your heart thump loudly.

A smile graced his features and his eyes slowly traveled up and down your face. "How do I look?" excitement laced through his question with a hint of suggestiveness.

You offered a small smile back, too nervous to give anything else. "It looks great"

His hands loosened on your waist indicating you could now stand up. You crawled off his lap backwards, sitting side saddle at the foot of his bed as he stood.

He stopped in front of his mirror, grabbing his pants at the belt loops and hiking them up some before his hands went to his hair. He lifted off the red horns that held his bangs back before readjusting the headband on his head and fluffing the curls around them.

Your bottom lip was being tugged at by your teeth as you couldn't help your gaze lower and travel down his figure covered head to toe in black clothing.

It was Eddie's idea for this years Halloween costume. He came to you in the hallway one day, excited about his brilliant idea of dressing as the devil and you as an angel.

He had let you do the work with picking out clothes for him and finding the accessories, like the horns and the angel wings. Cheap costume props you found at a store in town.

Taking a deep breath and pulling your gaze from the tall boy you finally stood up, grabbing the gold and white wings from the nearby chair and slipping your arms through the straps. You reached for the gold halo headband, walking up next to him at the mirror and slipping it on over your hair.

He stood there with a wide smile, his eyes observing every inch of you. When you were done he quickly brough his hand up, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you into his side roughly, causing you to grunt lightly. "We're hot"

A low giggle escaped your lips and you shook you head, looking down.

The warm feeling of his presence against you was again gone too soon as he let you go, walking out of the bedroom and into the main section of the trailer.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment. You took in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it all out at once. You lips began to twitch as you struggled to practice a small smile. Nervousness leaking through the cracks of your façade.

Clenching your jaw once more you turned quickly on your heel, leaning down to slip on your sneakers and walking out after Eddie.

He stood at the door, twirling the van keys in his right hand and holding his black case in his left. "Can you grab the beers?" He asked gesturing to the case on the counter. You nodded wrapping your fingers around the carboard before pulling it to your chest and wrapping both arms around it and yourself.

Eddie opened the door, bowing slightly and dramatically motioning with his hand for you to exit before him. You smiled, a heat beginning to raise on your cheeks as you made your way past him and down the steps.

You could hear the keys jingle as he locked the door behind you before running up and stopping at the passenger side door. You rolled your eyes and scoffed as he opened the car door for you, gesturing the same again. The same wide smile remaining on his face.

"Such a gentleman" you snorted some, drawing a laugh from him as he secured the door behind you and made his way to the driver's side. He hopped in, slamming the door behind himself and passing you his black case before starting the van and peeling off towards the back roads.

******

Your legs bounced in your seat, some out of nervousness and some excitement. When you heard news of the Halloween bonfire in the woods you couldn't help but wait in anticipation for a fun night with your friends. You had convinced Eddie to tag along, insisting he could do some deals there and make a few extra bucks. Your excitement increased by tenfold when he finally agreed.

Pulling up at the large fire you could already see it started and people littering the forest. It seemed chill so far, not seeing anyone doing keg stands yet or anything too stupid.

Eddie jumped out of the car, running around to open your door and taking both cases from your lap. You jumped out, holding your dress down before going to reach for the beer case.

He pulled back smiling at you "I got it, don't worry"

You nodded before you both turned and made your way to the edge of the small clearing.

Your head turned with a smile looking at him with wide eyes. "I think Robin should be here somewhere"

He ignored you for a moment, gaze locked off into the distance. His head turned first, a small smirk appearing on his face, but it wasn't directed to you. "What was that, princess?" His eyes finally met yours expectantly.

You wish your curiosity didn't get the better of you and you peaked in the direction he was staring. The smile instantly dropped from your face and your stomach turned.

Your eyes had landed on a tall brunette, dressed in head to toe leather with large crimped hair, a sexy take on your average Rockstar look. You instantly felt the need to cover up your exposed skin, suddenly less confident in your costume.

"Y/N!" A loud voice broke you out of your thoughts and you turned to see Robin running at you excitedly. A smile returned to your features as you couldn't help but laugh. She wore a green long-sleeve with baggy blue jeans and white sneakers. Her hair was done with more volume then normal and pushed back on the sides.

She smiled at your realization of her costume. "I'm Steve!"

You looked her up and down nodding, a small laugh in your voice "I can see that. Very creative"

"You and Munson look cute" she wiggled her eyebrows, leaning in slightly.

Rolling your eyes you gestured behind you "Yea he's been so excited about his idea fo-" As you turned to look at him you were met with a dark parking lot. "Where did he?..." You turned to search for him and your eyes landed in the familiar spot.

Eddie stood leaned up against a tree, a flirty smirk on his face and a cigarette in his hand. He had already begun to chat up the brunette, leaving you behind.

You felt slightly sick, pulling your eyes away and back at Robin. She stared at you with pity, seeing your face and demeanor drop right before her eyes.

She raised a hand resting it on your shoulder and pulling you along with her. "Come on. Let's go find Steve."

******

That idea was a bust. Steve had already found himself wrapped up with a girl, getting frustrated every time Robin and you tried to butt in and pull him away.

You hadn't seen Eddie for nearly the entire night except when you bugged him to give you one of the blunts he had packed in his jacket. He handed it to you with a sweet smile, not noticing the way your shoulders sagged and the deadpanned frown across your face, before turning back to the brunette.

You and Robin sat leaned against a tree just past the bonfire in silence, watching everyone around you. Your eyes scanned through the different couples and groups in the crowd, occasionally landing on the boy and girl.

Her hand rested on his arm and they leaned into each other's touch as he whispered things into her ear making her laugh.

You felt bitter.

The weed had not helped at all except to calm your anxiety, but made it hard to control where your mind wanted to go, only allowing you to focus on him and the scene in front of you

Your gaze dropped to your hands, running them through the dirt at the base of the tree and picking at the small blades of grass.

Why couldn't you just own up? You'd save yourself from so much pain. But what if it went wrong? Was it better to go on like this or to risk losing him altogether? You would have to get over him eventually either way. Neither option sounded great.

You felt a small shove against your arm, pulling your gaze up to look at Robin who stared in front of you. You turned seeing Eddie standing at your feet, his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled into his side.

"Are you ready to go? I told you I'd get you back safe" He smiled looking down at your sad slumped figure.

Your eyes flickered between him and her, not even aware of the disgruntled look on your face that made the girl's brows furrow.

Looking back down again, your voice came out as a whisper. "No, I'm just gonna go back with Robin" You could see her turned to you out of the corner of your eye, she held a confused look at your self-invitation but ended up shrugging.

"Are you sure?" His voice raised slightly in concern, but you still refused to look back up.

"yea it's fine" The answer came off a bit harsh and you felt you were the only one aware of the pain laced within as he answered back in an oblivious tone.

"Okay, I'll see you later. Take care of her" He finished, looking at Robin with one last smile before the pair walked off towards the white and blue van.

"You okay?" Robin's voice was hoarse as she called your attention. You looked up nodding softly, but not meeting her eyes.

"We should try Steve one more time yea? Head home as well?" you suggested, just wanting to change out of the white dress now caked in dirt.

She groaned, throwing her head back. "I supposed. It is his car after all" You both laughed as you stood, using each other and the tree for support before sauntering off to find the Casanova.

******

Author's Note: I stopped it kinda abrupt bc I'm vibin with this and kinda wanna make more parts. Lmk what ya'll think <3

Taglist-(Message me if you are interested in being added!) @multi-fandoms-stuff @mcueveryday

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risottoneroo · 2 years

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cream :)

hey guys im kind of back, i guess?? the brainrot is back certainly and the result of that?? this fanfic. i took an edible before i wrote this and i feel like you can definitely tell where it kicked in, anyways

warnings for: NSFW, clothed orgasms, incoherent writing

You were kind of a touchy person. Not that you were sensitive. You just loved to touch people. You were that person who says, “I’m a hugger,” before hugging someone you’d just met. And being a newcomer to the Stand user group in Morioh, you’d met a lot of new people recently. Some people accepted your hugs happily, like Okuyasu. Some were grudging, like Josuke. Still others refused you entirely, like Yukako and Koichi. But you didn’t mind. Whoever accepted your hugs would receive them. You respected the boundaries of those who didn’t want them. But there was one person who still confused you.

Jotaro Kujo, who’d been the first to notice your Stand. You were a free diver, and your Stand allowed you to hold your breath for hours at a time. He’d noticed your abilities when he came on a research expedition on your boat. You didn’t usually hug customers, so all he’d known about you was your name. You remembered it clearly.

“Y/N. How do you stay under so long?” You held onto the side of the boat, which was gently rocking with the waves. “Practice, I guess.”

Jotaro held up a stopwatch. “You were under for 30 minutes. That’s not practice.”

His eyes were piercing. You shrugged. He cut an imposing figure above you, his baggy coat and pants discarded in favor of a tight swimsuit that he wore for his own freediving expeditions. He was tall. His tan skin was shining in the sun, outlining powerful muscles. He squinted down at you. “You have a gift.”

You choked on a stray wave and sputtered. “I appreciate that, Dr. Kujo. But I don’t think my abilities are important right now. I couldn’t find that starfish you wanted.”

He was still looking at you intensely. “You were hurt by an arrow recently, weren’t you?”

This time, you lost your grip on the boat. Before you could inhale a single gasp of seawater, Jotaro’s strong hand was on your wrist. He lifted you bodily from the waves, and you set your feet down on the deck of your boat. “Thanks.”

He looked you up and down. You shifted, slightly self-conscious. He was very attractive, and you were in only a very tight one-piece that was slightly old and frayed, and, as you were painfully aware, a bit translucent. You crossed your arms over your chest. He hummed softly. “Answer my question.”

You licked your lips, tasting the ocean. “Yes. I was nicked by an arrow.”

He nodded. “And your ability to hold your breath manifested shortly after.”

You blinked. “Yes.”

He nodded again. “What you have is called a Stand. I have one as well. It’s a manifestation of your will.”

You tilted your head, allowing your arms to fall to your side. “What’s your power?”

Suddenly, Jotaro was behind you, his broad chest a whisper from your back. “I can stop time.”

You whipped around and slipped on the deck. He caught you again. “Stop having accidents.”

You gasped indignantly. “Stop scaring me!”

You thought you saw his lips twitch a bit into a grin. You definitely saw his eyes drift down your body, cradled in his arms. You cleared your throat. “What are the chances that we run into each other, then?”

His eyes snapped back to yours. “Stand users are attracted to other Stand users. It was a matter of time.”

You swallowed nervously. “How many are there?”

He shrugged. “A few.”

You regained your feet and stood, still close to him. He didn’t let his arms drop from around you. You smiled at him. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

Jotaro seemed painfully aware of the inch or so separating your skin from his. “You’ve been very helpful to me.”

You nodded and hugged him. “I’m glad we found each other.”

Jotaro froze, all his muscles locking. “I-”

You stepped back and looked up at him. His cheeks were bright red. You gasped. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m just- I’m a hugger, and I figured since we were friends now-”

He coughed and turned away. “It’s fine. I understand.”

You beamed. “Thank you!”

From there, he’d introduced you to the group, and you’d taken to them immediately. It was such a fun time, learning about their powers while you were helping Jotaro. You enjoyed every second of it. It was one of the best summers of your life.

Somewhere around June, you’d been working all day with Jotaro. When it was finally time to pack up, you drove the boat back to dock in peaceful silence. You were tying the boat to the dock when he said, “I’d like to take you to dinner. To thank you.”

You giggled. “Jotaro, you’re already paying me for the use of my boat. You don’t have to buy me dinner.”

He flushed. “I’d like to.”

You blinked. “Okay.”

Jotaro seemed a bit tense, so when he showed up to your place in his regular outfit and didn’t speak, you didn’t think much of it. You trotted out in shorts, a tshirt with a dolphin on it, and flip flops. He nodded at you and motioned to his rental car. You smiled at him and held your arms out. He flushed. “You don’t have to hug me every time.”

You tilted your head. “I’d like to.”

He cleared his throat, clearly taken off guard by his own wording repeated back to him. He stepped in close, inhaling slowly. You’d put on perfume.

This was going to be a problem. He hadn’t had time recently for more mundane things, with his research almost over, and was incredibly pent up. He couldn’t really remember the last time he’d had an orgasm, actually. He didn’t have too much time to think about that, though. You slipped your arms around his waist, under his coat.

Under his coat. Jotaro’s brain nearly short-circuited. He’d had a crush on you for a while. For some reason, this felt much more intimate than the countless other times he’d hugged you in a swimsuit. He managed to reciprocate, though, his strong arms pulling you close.

You hummed. “You give such good hugs, Dr. Kujo.”

The compliment, combined with your little sarcastic lilt on his official title, sent blood rushing south. He grunted and pulled back before his erection became obvious in his pants. “Thank you.”

You smirked at him. You knew what you were doing. “You’re welcome.”

He drove you to a small diner a few blocks from your house, and dropped you off while he parked. You trotted in and smiled at the hostess, who knew you well. “Hey, Gina, can we have a booth?”

She quirked an eyebrow. “We?”

You looked back at the door, where Jotaro was currently ducking under the frame to get inside. “Yeah, we.”

She gave you a knowing look and nodded. “Come with me.”

You smiled at Jotaro and skipped after Gina.

Jotaro was in hell. Actually, it would’ve been rather pleasant, if he’d thought to jerk off beforehand. As it was, you were pressed against him in a booth that was clearly meant for two smaller people, and not Jotaro. Your thigh was pressed to his, and your arms brushed whenever you lifted a hand to eat. He coughed softly. You looked up at him. “Sorry, is this too tight? I can ask for a table.”

He shook his head. “I-It’s fine.”

He didn’t want to get up. The smell of your perfume, the feel of your skin against him, it was all making his cock throb against his pants. You smiled. “Here, put your arm around me.”

He flushed. “I don’t want to impose.”

You giggled. “Don’t be silly. This is a date, right? You can touch me.”

His flush darkened. “I- Okay.”

He slipped his arm around your shoulders. It did help a bit, but it emphasized the difference in size between you. He’d thought about it, of course, but having it so clearly defined made his mind wander in a dangerous way.

And then you slid your arm around his waist, under his coat.

Under his coat. He groaned softly, his cock beginning to leak precum into his pants. Your hand rested on the small of his back. You looked up at him, feigning concern. “Are you sore?”

Your hand pressed firmly into his back, your fingers kneading the muscle with surprising strength. He groaned again. It felt so good, but his cock was jumping now. “I- You-”

You blinked, not expecting to get such a strong reaction. “I’m sorry if I-”

He cut you off, piercing eyes looking into yours. “No, i-it’s fine. I appreciate your concern, I just- It’s been a while.”

Your eyes lit up with understanding. “Are you-”

Your hand slid down from his back and to his thigh. He nodded silently. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be-”

You shook your head. “I shouldn’t have teased.”

His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating. “You were doing that on purpose?”

You smiled sheepishly, and he took in a sharp breath. “Oh, you-”

Then his lips were on yours, desperate and crushingly strong. You kissed back eagerly, hand slipping from his thigh onto his throbbing cock. You felt the wetness of his precum, and hummed softly.

His grip on your shoulder became vicelike. You felt his cock jump once, twice, and then he helplessly groaned into the kiss. His hips rolled, and his cock began pulsing rhythmically under your hand. A wet spot spread rapidly over his lap. He broke the kiss and held onto you with gritted teeth, almost not believing this. You’d just made him cum, hard, in public, with less than one touch. His breath hissed out from between his teeth as his orgasm slowly tapered off, leaving him with soaked pants.

You gasped. “Jotaro, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

He swallowed. “Don’t worry.”

He straightened up and grinned at you-actually grinned- and purred, “Just means it’s my turn.”

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wofbutgood · 22 days

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Working out the details of the different dragon species (races?) for my rewrite, still a lot to work out + I need to actually draw and design them (that's a problem for future me to figure out) but here's some details I've got so far.

General

All dragons are significantly smaller than in canon. From smallest to largest:

Rainwings. 2.5-3ft at the shoulder

Seawings, 2.7-3.5ft at the shoulder

Sandwings, 4-5ft at the shoulder

Nightwings, 4.5-.5.3 at the shoulder

Icewings, 4.5-5.5 at the shoulder

Skywings, 5-6ft at the shoulder

Mudwings, 5.7-6.5 at the shoulder

Females are generally larger than the males - still a matriarchal society because of this.

World is in roughly the bronze age.

Pantalla and its dragons don't exist. The planet is still separated into 2 major continents, but there's a large island chain between them, and the 7 main races are spread across them.

All races have their own language, some more similar than others.

There is no 'universal' language.

All dragons are usually expected to be at least bilingual.

Several languages have similar structures/sounds, which makes communication easier (think Norwegian and Swedish).

Mixed-race dragons are common, and its very normal to see a wide variety in cities and towns.

Each race isn't super distinct and defined like I've detailed below, because of the mixed population, so while they are still distinct, it's not all 'blood-purity' like in canon.

HOWEVER the royalty/upper echelons of society do stick very close to their bases, and see that as a sign of holiness, for lack of a better word.

Skywing

Body and wings covered predominantly by feathers. Exact feather coverage depends on the individual but the lower legs, end of the tail, and wing tips usually feature scales. (imagine a birds wing but replace the primary feather with dragon wings basically)

Wing shape more similar to seagulls and other ocean birds. Built for endurance and long-distance flights over speed.

Feathers and scales usually a reddish-brown colour, with some greys and whites mixed in. (see: golden eagles, bald eagles, haasts eagles, philippine eagles, etc.)

Carnivorous, diet made up of mountain-going ungulates, small mammals, and some fish.

Large front teeth for catching prey. Cone-shaped serrated cheek teeth for tearing flesh.

Long horns, typically narrow and spiraling.

Seawing

Covered in dense feathers similar to penguins, though their wings lack feathers completely.

No gills

Their wings have evolved to be curved and stiff, which allows them to launch out of the water and glide, like flying fish, for up to 500m with good winds.

Can't fly 'normally' outside of this.

their tail is a bit stiffer and ends in a fluke for more powerful swimming.

They're excellent divers, holding their breath for up to an hour, and diving as deep as a kilometer.

Feathers come in shades of blue, grey, green, brown, as well as many having bright accent colours like yellow and red.

Piscivorous, eating mostly fish, as well as squids, octopi, and various crustaceans

Robust front teeth for catching prey and cracking open shells. Hooked and serrated cheek teeth for holding onto prey and moving it down the throat.

Lack horns completely. Instead many individuals have large frills on the cheeks and down the spine.

Sandwing

Minimal feather covering, usually only a 'cape' around their shoulders and down their back.

Usually pale creams and browns, as well as darker shades, with some greys and blacks. Usually fairly solid colours, with some striping/barring.

Wings are broad and long, taking advantage of air columns to soar for hours.

Tail is long and flexible, ending in a stinger filled with paralysing venom.

Omnivores, growing root vegetables and hunting for small mammals and birds, and using their venom to bring down larger prey.

Small conical teeth for chewing smaller prey. Larger canines.

Best sense of smell of all dragons; can track their prey from up to 30km away.

Short horns with some curvature.

Icewing

Second thickest coat of feathers after Seawing's. Similar layout to Skywing's but feathers extend further down legs and tail.

Feathers come in greys and browns, with prominent barring down the whole body.

Thick mane of feathers on neck can stand on end, creating the 'spiky' look.

Wings are a similar shape to sand, but larger. Build for passive soaring.

Omnivores, eating mostly fish, seals, and penguins, but also enjoying various fruits when the season allows.

Large, cone-shaped and serrated teeth for tearing flesh.

Long, sharp horns. Tend to curl back then up. Excellent for stabbing.

Nightwing

Again, similar feather layout to Skywing's, but a bit denser.

Feathers are usually dark greys and browns, as well as black. An individuals scales are typically darker than their feathers.

Have white speckling along their wings, on the feather and skin sections, which gives the illusion of stars.

Wings are a broad elliptical shape, have a velvety fuzz along the skin section, and serrations along the leading edge of the wing. These factors allow them silent flight.

Fully nocturnal, though they may venture out occasionally at sunrise and set.

Carnivores, eating deer, small mammals, birds, and reptiles.

Teeth are cone-shapes and serrated.

Mid-length horns. Tend to curl in a large circle behind the head.

Rainwing

Completely lack feathers, instead covered in colour-changing scales.

Wings are small and elliptical, can be used for slowing their fall, or for sudden bursts of speed (and double-jumping, basically) but are too small for sustained flight.

Large, cobra-like teeth deliver a deadly venom upon a bite. The neurotoxins in the venom causes dizziness, vertigo, and nausea, followed by neuromuscular paralysis, and eventually tissue necrosis. If left untreated, the victim may require amputation of the bitten area. The venom is usually fatal within 30 minutes.

Prehensile tails and short, curved claws, allows them to live an almost fully arboreal lifestyle.

Frugivorous, eating various fruits, vegetables, flowers, nuts, and seeds. Though they may also enjoy the occasional small reptile or insect for some extra protein.

Lack horns. Instead have large frills framing their cheeks.

Mudwing

Completely lack feathers, most of their body being covered in thick, keratinous scales.

Come in shades of brown, greenish-browns, grey, and yellowish-brown.

Large, elliptical wings. Slow in flight, they're primarily terrestrial.

They have the strongest bite-force of all dragons, averaging around 5000psi.

While not truly aquatic, they still rely heavily on water to keep cool in the intense heat of their native habitat. They're powerful swimmers and can hold their breath for up to 5 minutes.

Omnivorous, they'll eat almost anything, though they prefer larger mammals like pigs, as well as crocodiles. They grow a wide range of fruits and vegetables, as well as foraging for native plants.

They have short, powerful teeth able to crush through bone.

Mid-length, thick horns. Usually curled down around the jaw to different levels. Some may curve in different directions.

Claws are large and flat, ideal for digging.

#wing of fire #wof headcanon #wof rewrite #worldbuilding

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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can we get mr. jeong comforting ms. jeong instead 🥺

[3:29pm]

genre: fluff and slight angst

warnings: mentions of car accident, crying, mentions of blood

note: this was before they even had hannie

it had been a week since you passed your divers test and received your divers license. you were always anxious behind the wheel and you hated the feeling of pressure while driving.

today was the day you had to be behind a wheel in your fiancés car. he went to another country to visit his friends who had graduated from college. see, you had to stay behind so you could study and pass your drivers test.

your body shook with fear as you drove on the highway. multiple cars zooming past you— going at least 80 meanwhile you, 40.

cars honked at you in anger as they drove past you after being stuck behind you.

honk!

you look back when hearing a honk behind you—

crash!

you gasp, jerking forward and pressing on your breaks. you look up to see a white car in front of yours, close. a dent made on their bumper.

“holy fuck— holy fuck!” you pant heavily, quickly taking your seatbelt off and rushing out your car. “oh, my god. i’m so sorry! are you okay? is everyone okay?” the person rolls their window down and gasp, opening their door and stepping out.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to crash into you. someone honked behind me and i—i panicked?” the older lady cups got face.

“dear, stop talking. you’re bleeding.” you reach up and you wipe your forehead. “but i didn’t even—? i didn’t even hit my head?” you notice the red liquid on your fingers.

your hands began to shake. your chin began to quiver.

“dear, sit down. you need to take a seat.” the lady leads you to the side but you shake your head, refusing. “no, i have to, i have to call my fiancé.” you stumble towards the car, still holding your head.

you unclip your phone from phone holder and you dial your fiancés number. “hey, babe. i just got my bag— what the fuck happened?! why are you bleeding, baby?” he could care less if people heard him.

“jae, i got in a.. a small accident. i don’t know how i bumped my head but i did and now i’m— im bleeding.” jaehyun doesn’t reply, instead he runs through out the airport.

“jae, im fine. seriously. please don’t freak out.” you walk back to the lady who stared at you the whole time. “dear, you must—?” you shake your head again. “i’m fine, it’s just a little bl..” you gulp staring down at your bloody palm. “just a little blood.”

“my fiancé just got in an accident— baby, im coming. just stay on the phone with me.”

jaehyun arrives to the hospital a few minutes after you were taken to the hospital.

“babe,” jaehyun sighs in relief, his shoulders dropping as he sees you with a bandage on your head “hi, hon.” he rushes over and gently takes you into his arms, kissing the clear area of your forehead.

“i’m sorry, jae. i wrecked your car.” jaehyun shakes his head and cups your face. “who cares— i can buy another one.” you softly chuckle.

“god— did it hurt, baby?” you shake your head, giving a gentle grin. “i was just a little scared. that’s all.” he kisses your temple again. “i’m so glad that you’re safe.” he sighs in relief

“‘s just a minor scratch.” you shrug and jaehyun tuts. “you have a gash in your head, baby. i knew i should’ve just ubered home.” you shake your head. “ubering is expensive and dangerous.” he recups your face. “me letting you drive someplace that’s unfamiliar to you got you here.”

knock knock!

you and jaehyun both look towards the door to see a nurse who walks in with purple scrubs. “mrs jeong—? oh, hello. i’m assuming you must be mr jeong?” jaehyun clears his throat. “ah, yes.”

“alright,” the nurse grabs the roller chair and sits on it. “so, here are the discharge papers,” he hands the clipboard to jaehyun. “mrs jeong, you’re free to leave. on you way home, stop by a CVS and pick up the ointment we have for you. it’s for your scratch— you’ll wanna apply it every five hours.” you nod, climbing off the table.

“have a good day, you two.” he winks before heading out.

#ash talks #anon #nctsplug02 #nct imagines #nct smut #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nct scenarios #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jen the babysitter

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mdzs-is-rotting-my-brain · 1 year

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Mermay 2023

Day: I

Prompt: Aquarium.

🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟

Lan Wangji let out his breath.

Easing the tension around his shoulders, rolling his neck and consciously unclenching his jaw.

The cool darkness of the Mermaid auditorium surrounded him on all sides, three walls of thick glass. The hazy blue depths of chemical treated water always reminded him of home. The pastel blue walls, the overwhelming sense of peace and silence after so long around children.

He could hear the water lapping against the glass, the bubbles from the filters, the muted voices from the school field trip a room over having lunch.

The auditorium was dark and empty, it smelled of the chemicals used to keep the fish healthy, and of wet earth and that briny, fishy, smell he was worried would never come out of his clothes.

The water shifted, the waves slapped harder against the glass.

Lan Wangji opened his eyes, blinking several times to ensure he was not hallucinating.

There was a mermaid in the tank.

He was lean with dark skin. There was a scar on his chest, but it was hard to make out in the water and the black fish-net shirt he wore with a long trailing ribbon tied at his back to keep it cinched around his chest, exposing his lean torso.

Curly dark hair floated in the water around a face of sharp, slightly, boyish features of a twenty-something young man.

He swam behind a rock outcropping emerging from a cave closer to the glass.

His fin was similar to a Gobionidae, but instead of gold, his scales were red, with extra dorsal and tail fins that floated when he was still, to flared along his body as he moved. Creating a dramatic appearance that mimicked a real life fish.

He swam up to meet another mermaid, one Lan Wangji recognized.

Lou Qingyang was wearing yellow, her outfit more regal with stones and gems that sparkled when she caught the light.

Watching them move around each other was ethereal. Even though he knew it was fake, he could believe they were mermaids, even as the surfaced every five minutes for air, even with the safety divers lurking in the dark, they moved as if they were born for the water.

The young man especially, he held his breath for longer, and the way he twisted, diving between rocks and through caves, and swimming between the fish for a dramatic appearance. Blue and white pearls woven into his hair, set against dark hair.

Lan Wangji watched him, wondering what it would feel like to run his hands through that hair, tugging on each pearl until-

"Yuanyuan, I don't think we're supposed to leave." Lan Jingyi's voice jerked Lan Wangji back to alertness. Turning around he saw his own nephew and Wei Yuan, his favorite student thought he'd never say that aloud, already across the room, standing at a door that read Staff Only.

"Lan-laoshi said I could say hi to diedie." Wei Yuan said pulling open a door that should have been much to heavy for a six-year-old.

The silence of the auditorium was replaced by heavy machinery, air filters not muted behind thick glass.

Lan Wangji was on his feet, following them before the door could swing shut.

He tried to call for them, they were halfway up the stairs, the sounds were louder in here, an assault on his ears. The chemicals burned his nose and throat, choking his words before he could even utter them.

He ran up the stairs, his feet pounding against the industrial steel, his heart racing as horrible images of both boys falling into the fish tank, their tiny bodies unable to float because of their heavy winter coats. His brain conjured images of them, bloated and blue in the face, with glassy eyes, being pulled from the tank.

He reached the top of the stairs in the service area. He didn't know a single thing about anything here other than everything could be dangerous for two curious little boys.

Said boys were currently standing on a catwalk over the large tank Wei Yuan was turning a lamp on and off in a pattern.

"Lan Jingyi, Wei Yuan." It didn't sound like him when he spoke. His voice was dry, hoarse, and rough.

He was uncomfortably reminded of his father in his final hours.

Lan Jingyi jumped at his voice, spinning with wide guilty eyes.

"Yuan-er! My little radish."

It was the mermaid.

His hair was plastered to his face, a pearl resting in the center of his forehead like a prince of old before he pushed it back, swimming over to the catwalk.

Wei Yuan sat on the catwalk, his father pulled himself out of the water, twisting expertly to sit in it beside his son, his fin drifting in the water.

Water rolled down his neck and chest, dark skin pebbling in the cold air.

"Jiujiu." Lan Jingyi said, "Yuan said we could come back here, he said baba gave him permission."

Lan Wangji looked at the child in question, his gaze colliding with dark eyes sparkling with interest. A large, guileless smile, and dark red cheeks.

Wei-xiansheng looked down at his son, "Yuan-er, did you ask?"

Wei Yuan crossed his arms, huffing at his father, "Of course I did diedie. And I even made sure Lan-xiangsheng came with us to supervise."

Wei-xiansheng blinked, dark eyes darting to Lan Wangji again. "Lan…xiansheng. You're Lan Xichen's younger brother? You're the new teacher at Cloud Recess Academy?"

Lan Wangji nodded, "Mn."

"You teach the kids archery and Bei Pai?"

"It is a new course. Wei Yuan is the top performer." Pride and fondness warmed his tone. Though he could trust his typical frigid personality would prevent Wei-xiansheng from noticing and calling him on his favoritism.

Wei Yuan pulled himself up, smiling brightly.

Wei-xiansheng stared at him a moment longer before he smiled, long and slow, like he'd seen something he'd been looking for for weeks.

"I see." He said turning back to his son, "Did you tell Lan Xichen where you were going?"

Wei Yuan's lower lip slid out, "Diedie!"

"Oh you naughty boy!" Wei-xiansheng attacked his son, tickling him until Wei Yuan's delighted laughter echoed around the tank service area, "You've been listening to Wen Qing too much, you scheming little sea bunny. I should throw you in the tank and make you go home wet."

"Diedie no!" Wei Yuan managed to get away from his father, scurrying behind Lan Wangji, leering at Wei-xiansheng from behind his leg.

Wei-xiansheng collapsed in laughter just as delighted as his son.

Lan Wangji put a hand on Wei Yuan's head, looking down at him.

"You must be transparent about your intentions. What would happen if you and Jingyi were hurt and unable to signal your father?"

Wei Yuan stares at him with those large, soft brown eyes that reminded Lan Wangji of his rabbit, and of his mother.

"Yes Lan-laoshi."

When he turned back to Wei-xiansheng, he met dark eyes, warm and bright. A playful smile, and a lean body still tantalizingly wet.

"Wei Ying." He held out a hand, his hand was mostly smooth, he had callouses along his fingers that suggested sword work, but they were must softer than told of regular work.

"Lan Zhan, courtesy, Wangji."

His eyebrows rose, and his smile twitched higher, "I see. Yes, yes…it's all coming together." He said.

"Diedie I wanna stay with you!" Wei Yuan said loudly, still holding onto Lan Wangji's pant leg.

Wei Ying glanced between him and his son, "Someone would have to wait with you baby, and Qing-gugu isn't here today."

"I can wait with him."

Lan Wangji wanted to know what was wrong with his mouth.

First it was volunteering to chaperone the class on their field trip, now it was offering to stay extra hours until Wei Ying's shift ended.

Wei Ying, for his part, did not seem surprised at the offer, rather his smile canted higher, his eyes shining bright under the florescent lights.

"I have a feeling that would have been the end result anyway. As long as it's okay with Lan Xichen." He pointed to a bank of steel grey lockers behind them, "My clothes are in 316, in my bag are a few visitor passes, just make sure you clip it where it's visible. If anyone asked, tell them you're with me."

Music poured from the speakers, Wei Ying flinched, "That's my que. I have to go, Yuan-er this conversation isn't over. Tell Lan Xichen I'm talking to him too."

Wei Yuan was smiling as bright and beguiling as his father, "Okay!"

Wei Ying sighed, shaking his head, he looked at Lan Wangji again, smiling turning mischievous,

"I'll see you in a couple of hours."

He winked, diving below the water before Lan Wangji could get his brain back on track to answer him.

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Lan Xichen and Wei Yuan in the background conspiring to get Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian together, are not as secretive as they like to think they are.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs fanfiction #mdzs fanfic #wangxian mermay 2023 #mermay 2023 #mermay #mermay prompts #mirmb prompts challenge #mirmb writes #mirmb wangxian mermay 2023

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dansnaturepictures · 1 year

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Looking back on five of my favourite ever birdwatching days

Seeing the Surf Scoter at Stokes Bay in 2015

Seeing Pennington’s female Surf Scoter on Sunday inspired this post which was brilliant too, and this 2015 sighting of this mega bird has always stuck with me. A wonderful and thrilling moment, with the Common Scoters it was with and only my second ever Red-throated Diver seen other highlights in a day we saw so much. A long time Twitter friend of mine joked when I was sharing my sightings that night “did a Hoopoe fly by as well?”, clearly a good luck charm as that iconic species was the next new bird we saw later that year. I took the first picture in this photoset of the Surf Scoter and Common Scoters.

Great Spotted Cuckoo at Portland in 2016

2016 feels like the beginning of a few amazing birding years for us with so much seen and high year list totals at a bit of an increasing intensity and in hindsight this super bird at Portland was the key bird seen that year, when it looked like this rarity may have eluded us on that sunny afternoon it suddenly dashed over the path right beside us and we got a sensational view of a special species in a smashing wild bank holiday Sunday. I got the record shot in the second picture in this photoset of it.

The first day of the Scotland trip we went on in 2018, in the Highlands

On this sensational part of the amazing Heatherlea ‘Birding Bites’ tour a present for my 21st birthday I had one of the best days of my life, with dream after dream coming true in the snow covered landscape as I saw my first ever Red Grouse, Crested Tit, Capercaillie, Golden Eagle and Black Grouse as well as White-tailed Eagle, Dipper, my first ever Mountain Hare and also Red Squirrels and Red Deer seen in the way of mammals and more. Magical moments in an enchanting trip with wildlife and scenes to savour I always longed to see. I took the third and fourth pictures in this photoset of Crested Tits, fifth of Golden Eagle and sixth of the Black Grouse that day.

Seeing Lesser Spotted Woodpecker and Tawny Owl on one afternoon in 2021 in the New Forest

Being two birds I dreamed of seeing for years and first saw in the same year back in 2014, this was a utopian day at a place I love when we thrillingly saw a Tawny Owl flying in the day and were ecstatic to see a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker weaving through the branches. Hawfinch, Woodlark, Stock Dove, Treecreeper, Reed Bunting and Fallow Deer were other highlights in an unbelievable list of species seen that day. This massive moment seeing them both together has sparked a good couple of years of seeing the owl and woodpecker a bit more frequently too. I got the seventh picture in this photoset of the Lesser Spotted Woodpecker that day.

Seeing an Osprey fly over Skomer Island whilst enjoying Puffins in 2022

My 2022′s answer to the Lesser Spotted Woodpecker/Tawny Owl moment which I have also replayed so much in my mind, I was so amazed when whilst watching the original birds I took to my heart getting into birding as a kid the seabirds and taking in all the splendour of this with Puffins ensconced in sea campion the other bird I first loved as a kid an Osprey flew over. I never imagined seeing Puffin and the other seabirds and Osprey in the same day so this was also one of the days of my life and was an inspirational personal moment for me in a year of changing things for the better last year. The crazy few minutes in a packed, momentous and sensational day also included other of my favourite birds Red Kite and Chough flying over. I took the eighth picture in this photoset of the Osprey and ninth of a Puffin that day and tenth of a Chough later that week away at Strumble Head.

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vvatchword · 6 months

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The King Is Dead (Long Live the King)

Twenty giants in custom divers’ suits hunched against the wall, a number of them swaying in the throes of sedation. The armor had been scuffed and shot to hell; old blood and rust stains striped them in brown. It was horrible; he could smell them—the musk of unwashed bodies and blood.

“What the hell is this?” Sinclair asked, clipboard clapping to his thigh.

“Ryan Industries is currently examining all Fontaine Futuristics projects and determining their fungibility,” said the dark-suited woman. “This project was deemed undesirable for philosophical reasons.”

“Look, our terms are nowhere near complete,” Sinclair said. “The contract Fontaine signed owes me for canceling early.”

“And Ryan Industries shall abide by the agreement.”

“Ah, very good.” Sinclair relaxed a little. “So, ah. Where’s the documentation as to their, ah… conditions? Needs?”

“The documentation is still being overlooked and has not yet been released,” said the dark-suit.

Sinclair paused. “Excuse me?” He gestured at them with his reading glasses. “These are the prize fighters of Fontaine’s Plasmid Theater, are they not? I know for certain that bunch has medical necessities lying outside the pale. At least give me their medical regimens or I’m refusing this shipment outright. I don’t think I have the facilities to hold them, full stop.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “This was what Ryan requested…”

“One moment,” Sinclair said. “I’m calling someone. You, chief—” He pointed at Dr. Alexander, who had frozen against the door, where he had begun pushing his shoulder. “—you make sure this lot doesn’t go mad in my absence, all right?”

He ducked into the first office he saw. The placard on the door said something about shipments. Inside, a squirrelly man with round glasses jumped.

“Mr. Sinclair?” he squeaked.

“I require the use of your telephone,” Sinclair said, plopping onto the corner of his desk.

He lifted the receiver, knocked on the cradle a few times.

“Yeah, darlin’, Andrew Ryan, please,” he said. “Augustus Sinclair sending his regards.”

The squirrelly man turned red, batted about for pens and folders, and scuttled out of the office. Sinclair watched him go.

“I trust this is important.”

“Andrew,” said Sinclair. “This is Augustus speaking.”

“Yes.”

“Some of Fontaine’s projects are being sent back to me.” Sinclair cleared his throat. “Without records. I hope you understand why this is a problem.”

Silence.

“Now, look, I’m a reasonable man. If you intend to pay for early cancellation, well, be my guest. But part of that agreement is full data on the subjects’ medical needs, which I’m being told are…”

“Those records contain sensitive information. Our genetics department is going over them before they are released to you.”

“Andrew. I can’t take care of them if I don’t know what they need. What’s more, these are Fontaine’s Plasmid Theater boys.”

“Are they?”

For a moment, Sinclair was struck dumb. There was weight in that sentence. It curled out cold and clever.

“Andrew,” Sinclair said slowly. “Have I done something to irk you?”

“Have you seen the news, Sinclair?”

“Well, naturally.”

“I no longer know who I can trust,” he said.

Sinclair had started twirling his cigarette in circles, over and over and over. Several sentences banged up in his throat, but they all started with, “But Fontaine.”

“You worked with Fontaine almost exclusively over the past four years.”

“Well, sure, chief, but he was the…”

“And I want to know if you are, as the vernacular goes, ‘on the level.’”

“Andrew, please. I’ve done you nothing but good since we met, haven’t I? I’m a productive member of society, aren’t I? Why, right here in my possession I have a number of your ne’er-do-wells…”

“The Johnny Topside case comes to mind.”

“Andrew, Andrew. That boy is long gone. A flash in the pan. Besides…”

Sinclair cut himself off. He’d been about to say, “Why not have a little fun while you’re at it?” But not only did Ryan not know the meaning of “fun,” the familiar emptiness gaped below his breastbone.

That boy, long gone.

That boy, no doubt swaying to music only he could hear.

“Besides?” Ryan asked softly.

“Besides, you can’t fault a man for having needs,” Sinclair said matter-of-factly. “We all know about Ms. Jolene.”

Ryan’s silence was particularly cool.

“Take them for now,” he said at last. “I will not leave you helpless, Sinclair. But take them… as a sign of your trust in me. I will deliver the records in time.”

“I have a facility to run down here,” Sinclair said softly. “Just as you have a city to take care of up there. Your boys know how to take care of them. I don’t. Just hold on to them for now; it’ll save both you and me a lot of heartache.”

“I have decided, Sinclair.”

Sinclair let out a long breath.

“If they go wild,” he said, “I’m sending you the bill.”

“Very well.”

A click. The dial tone hummed.

For a moment, Sinclair closed his eyes, let the receiver hang numbly in his fingers. Then he dropped to his feet, hung up, straightened his tie and jacket, and marched back into Receiving.

Dr. Alexander stood in front of one of the diving suits, injecting something into the inside of its elbow. The others twitched or shifted foot to foot or rocked side to side, but this one stood completely still—so still that it might have died and was merely held upright by its shape.

“What are you doing there, doctor?” Sinclair asked softly.

Dr. Alexander swung ’round, clapping a hand to his heart. He laughed nervously.

“Delta’s our firebrand,” he said. “He started looking shifty, so I thought I’d give him a little extra sedation before you took him.”

Sinclair gazed up into the viewplate. It was featureless. No sign who might be underneath.

“How the hell do you tell?” he asked.

“Oh, he begins standing very still. That’s how you know he’s thinking.”

“Can you at least give me a hint as to how to take care of these things?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” Dr. Alexander said. “Don’t underestimate them. They change.”

The dark-suited woman glared at him, but Dr. Alexander rattled on.

“This bunch has had more ADAM pumped into them than most,” he said. “They’ve started, ah, adapting.”

“Good lord.”

“And there at the end all we kept them for was fighting, so the minute they wake up, they’re violent. Keep them sedated at all costs. I cannot stress enough how dangerous they are.”

“Well, it looks like I have no choice but to take them,” Sinclair said. “But if they cause trouble, I’m sending Ryan the bill.”

“He said you might say that,” said the woman. She held out a pad of paper. Sinclair took it.

It was a pack of invoices.

“He trusts you won’t need them,” she said.

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kaaru-s · 1 year

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Odium.

"I love you."

Dazai scoffed, turning his face away from the other man. "Stop."

Odasaku nosed his bandaged neck, his lips grazing against the brunet's exposed skin. "But I do love you."

His voice was hoarse on Dazai's ears, and the closeness of their bodies was making him restless. "You cannot say that type of stuff, Odasaku."

And he felt little, when a hand softly grabbed his chin and tilted his head down so he could meet those blue eyes he was trying so hard to avoid. "Why not?" The man asked, his gaze burning intensely, forcing a knot on Dazai's throat.

"Because it's not true."

Oda chuckled, deep, and a little jeering, releasing his hold on Dazai's jaw. "Is it not? You don't get to decide that for me Dazai."

It was like all air had been punched out of his system by those words. Decide? No, Dazai was sure, he was not just making stuff up.

"Stop." He said, a second time, but his tone didn't sound as sure as before, more of a pleading note betraying his fashion.

The man sighed, and rested his head on the younger's shoulder, his hand sneakily taking a hold of Dazai's. "Why can't you trust me?"

And maybe his intentions weren't breaking his heart, but he could hear it shatter from inside, echoing inside his ears and shutting everything off around him.

This wasn't a matter of trust. The problem was him, always him. Odasaku couldn't love someone like him, who could only give pieces of himself in hopes it would be /enough/. But it wouldn't be enough, not for Oda, at least, because Dazai wished he could give him more — more than he could give, more than the other deserved.

He was not capable of that. He was not capable of /love/.

"Stop." His voice came out strained, a pathetic reflection of the feelings pooling on his chest.

But once again, Oda proved to be a good diver. Not even that, he was willing to drown in there, if necessary.

Dazai hated him.

"Dazai."

"Stop." He interrupted, before another word could be said. But Oda just smiled at him, tenderly like he had always done it before.

"Dazai."

He could feel his heart twist ugly in his chest, slowly being torn apart by the hands of the man sitting next to him.

"Stop stop stop, I don't want to hear it, shut up!"

"Osamu."

The mention of his name seemed to make his head spin and his thoughts calm down for a minute. His sight was clouded, but he could clearly feel the way Odasaku's hand had moved up to his cheek to cup his face.

"I love you."

And it was true. It was true it was true it was true. Dazai knew it was true. But he still felt the need to hide, run away, and never come back.

He hated him.

"You don't have to say it back, you know?" He murmured softly, as if he just knew what Dazai was thinking. "You don't have to say anything, actually. It's fine. I don't need an answer."

"I hate you." He said, surprising even himself when he said it out loud. "You're not being fair, Odasaku."

The red haired laughed, letting his forehead rest against the other's.

"I know, I'm sorry." But he didn't sound apologetic at all.

"I hate you." Dazai repeated, this time more clearly, looking up at Oda's eyes with resolve. "I hate you so much."

Oda's lips tasted faintly of alcohol and cigarettes and felt soft against his own, just like Dazai always imagined they'd be. Even better.

"I hate you." He whispered against his lips, against his smile.

Oda grabbed Dazai by the back of his neck, and dragged his closer by the waist, until their bodies were flush against each other. "I'm glad."

And he kissed him again, this time more tenderly, slowly, softly. Taking his time to remember the way their lips felt against each other, how his hand felt on Dazai's waist, how Dazai's hands felt on his chest.

"I love you."

Dazai bit his lip. "Shut up."

Oda obeyed, and kissed him once more.

#odazai #dazai osamu #oda sakunosuke #bsd dazai #bsd odasaku #bungou stray dogs #bsd #Oda x Dazai

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