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natimiles · 4 months

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SO LIKE... I'm a hoe for Theo and I will forever love his route even though I wish the story wasn't squeezed to death by a month. 😞

I wanna take a moment to to adore the fact that this grumpy ass guard dog has so much little brother energy I can't help, but scream (IRL I will be too scared too, but he's really funny when he's being bullied I'm sorry). I mean irl I'll probably bite his hand and tell him to leave me tf alone, but God he's adorable and scary with his older brother. I still feel heartbroken though because of... Well backstory reasons (if you know you know).

Alsoo.... I adore his frenemy... Probably bc he's my frenemy. My God I have such a love-hate feeling with this flirty mfer it's not even funny. I did legit hate him at first though and I still kinda do especially because he does creep me out a little with his flirting like... I get it's an act for the most part, but much like he hates how unreadable Dazai is, I honestly have a hard time reading him too. Still though, I feel really heartbroken for this dork. Yet I also wanna smack him in the face with a broom bc holy shit he needs a reality check. Like SIR this is not okay... Also I love the way this guy just had this pouty face, kinda makes me wanna bully him a little (even though I'll probably be to scared to bully him just like with Theo). Irl I'll probably absolutely hide from him though like the flag and absolutely wouldn't tolerate his attitude (I know he'll actually be understanding, but that'll take a long time to believe...) I feel bad, but like that's the honest truth.

I wanna befriend Issac, but I'll probably be scared to approach him. I mean we probably won't have much in common bc I'm anime/ manga/art-ish hoe, but something about him makes me wanna befriend him (possibly marry him)? He just looks so friend SHAPED even though he hates it...

Also I hc Levi with gifted kid burnout (totally not bc I'm sorta projecting myself onto him). Bro undervalues himself way too much... I was also gonna add that IRL every brother in the game will probably hate me solely bc I absolutely have no confidence and I rather hide especially to due the fact that I'll be far from home. 💀 I also probably be too scared to talk to Levi and Mammon even though I love them very much. Idk as much as I like tsun-tsun, I genuinely be to dense to understand and absolutely to sensitive to the shit they'll say.

Sill though, Levi is an mood and if I manage to not be... A weirdo, I'll probably get along with him the most ( even though he'll be yelling at me to finish the fucking manga properly). Mammon though... I love this dumbass, I truly do, but I swear we'll drive each other insane.

Also adore Levi when he's cocky (even if it'll start sting), I just swoon over a character who lost his confidence finally getting it. It's just.... Amazing. Mammon being the big bro... 😭 Oh how my heart burst.

YES! Let’s all agree that ONE MONTH IS TOO SHORT! At least Ikesen MC had 3 months before deciding to stay in the past. It bugs me that we have such a short time with them. I understand they didn’t want really long routes or whatever, but... damn Cybird, ONE MONTH? But it’s still better than ELEVEN DAYS, right? Yes, I’m talking TO YOU, Mystic Messenger.

HASIUEHASIUEHAS, he calls us hondje but he is such a puppy! Like Vincent just goes “Be nice, Theo. Shut it, Theo” and he just “Fine, Broer…” HIUSAHEAUISHESAIUH. But yeah, I know! It’s been a while, but I played his routes... Interlude helped a little to remember some things. And damn… it’s a lot to take in and develop IN ONE MONTH, CYBIRD! For both of them, really. I hate Vincent’s ending Irl I’d probably not get too close to Theo but not because he scares me, but because he’s rude HASIEHASIUE.

I. LOVE. ARTHUR. This bitch has so many issues. He’s another puppy that just wants (and needs) to be loved 🥹 And I love their relationship! Frenemies? Yes! Besties? Yes! Best wingmans for each other? Yes! LOVERS? FUCKING YES! I wanna smack his face with my face. Or with Theo’s face, whoever is closer, HASIUEHASUIEHSA. But even if it's a platonic relationship, Arthur is such a good friend. He really cares for others… He’s the one who helps Theo in Interlude and it’s precious 🥹

Me and Isaac don’t have anything in common. Would that stop me? Absolutely not. Just come here and let me love you, you awkward hedgehog! I LIVE TO LOVE SHY MEN! He would be a good friend too! If he considers you a friend, it means so much to him! But I’d rather marry him, HAISUEHASUIHESA. And we would bond over the things we like, even if they’re so different. I like the stars, but I don’t know much about them, so he could teach me. And I could tell him about all my favorite animes, mangas and games.

Ooooh! I searched for it and… I can totally see Levi! People tend to think Satan is the only one that’s actually smart, but they all are smart in their own ways. I feel Levi is not appreciated enough, even in-game. Sometimes he’s there just to be funny and to be the awkward, shy guy. My baby doesn’t deserve that, he deserves so much love. Also, I think Mammon totally has ADHD. He’s good with math, as long as you explain it to him as if you were talking about money (his hyperfocus). Belphie is smart too, he sleeps in every class and he still has good grades.

Irl I’d get closer to Levi and Beel first. I love cooking, so Beel would love me quickly. I wouldn’t help Belphie because I’d obey Lucifer and stay away from the attic, HAISEHASIUEHSA. Mammon is the type of friend I could have and that I would want to kill every 2 seconds, but I couldn’t leave him alone or he’d get in trouble and get himself killed. But out of everyone, I think Solomon is more the type of friend I usually have? I don’t know why though, I just have this feeling about him, AHSIEUHASUIEHSA.

I LIVE FOR A COCKY AND CONFIDENT LEVI! Gimme moooooore! I was looking at some random screenshots I have here and I found one of him, I think it’s from that beach Devilgram. The one we have an animation from him… I don’t know the name, HAIUEHASUIEHSA. But the point is: Levi can be assertive and confident when he really wants (or needs) to!

Ignore the awful quality. I had to play at the lowest quality because my phone wasn't the best at the time, AHSIUEHSA.

#the-ghost-duck #ask me #simping time

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leadenn · 6 months

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OH YEAH!? YOU WANT MY THOUGHTS? YOU WANT MY THOUGHTS!? (I did that AND some, oops)

Absolutely adore your fic front and back. The entire concept had me intrigued, and once I started reading, I was OBSESSED. Legit, I would talk to my friends about it, talk to my shower, talk to my Twitter mutuals about it.ALSO ALSO I adore how you write monologues, it's so funny and so descriptive, makes me feel things good things. Every single one of them you write so well, like YES he would say that! I see a lot of Raph and Leo being writen so off, like their manorisms are so yes, I could see him doing that. Casey is so cool and I adore his relationship with Abby, big bro and lil sis, he would give the world for his sister and she would love the world for him. You feel me? Oh and I love how all of them just were like "yes Abby is my favorite little sister, I would kill for her", so fucking obsessed. Casey and Abby have gone through so much shit and I'm so happy for them being around people who love and care for them. Leatherhead and Casey and Abby and Mikey are so sweet. Leatherhead is also a sweetheart, he's so nice and the way you write him makes me melttt, I become a pile of mush 🫠Mikey and Him are soooo sweet too and I swear to god you have changed my ENTIRE perspective on those two as a ship its incredible, like before I ddint even THINK that much about it, but here I am in my notes app with a full on page of how to implement leatherhead in my au AND in my fanfic, the note title is legit called 💥THAMK UOU LEADENN💥 also just read the newest chapter came back to edit this, YAY! FUCK YEAHH!! Those twoooo OUGHHHH!! The inner monologues you write are so fuckin good, like I can read that thing good without getting confused and having to re read, I understand it because you explain well! The scenes play out good and are incredibly funny or incredibly sad or both. Like holy shit. Also the way you write and hint has me going "WHAT? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? WHA WAIT WHA??" like I end up shocked eyes open. I also enjoy your writing so much I usually don't venture off into the collection of other stories unless they still include my favorite character but with how you write I just love everyone so much I'm like eating that shit up, full course meal gourmet food 5 stars. I know you get a lot of Mikey stuff so I left him for last on how much I fucking LOVE HIM HES SO COOL like mental stuff aside his one liners and his kick ass brain lines are awesome oh my god he comes off so damn cool like daaqmnnn who made you king of Antarctica, lord of coolness. I love his inner monologues so much, its so funny and so real like, "Yeah he underestimated how much of DICK the forest would be." Had me HOWLIBG, first thing in and I get hit in tge face with another real as hell Mikey line. That was actually one of the things that keeps me reading, what drew me in when I first found your amazing story. He'd just started spitting facts and a gnarly backstory and in my head I was like "ohhhh shittt!!" I get so excited every time an update comes out, goddamn chapter 5??? I am so goddamn proud of you for reaching 61 CHAPTERS AUGH I can't stress this enough you are doing AMAZING, you're writing so much and it's terrific every single time, every single comment, kudo, fanart, just everything, you deserve it. You're so awesome-sauce! I think I would bite the dust if I wrote as much as you, as much as I love it I am already struggling with getting past 5k words. Anyways, your writing genuinely is my coffee in the morning especially when I've run out of coffee and my phone is the only thing that morning to bring me joy. Also you intimidate me, most fanfic writers do but the moment you interacted with an account, boss music started playing in my head

I think I'll combust if I proof read this so before the guy in my head backs out I'm just gonna send it 👍😩👍

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writingsofwerewolves · 2 years

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If you’re interested in my Incomprehensible Self Indulgent Werewolf Porn, here is the first section of it.

No sex in this preview. I spent a long time setting up the plot and introducing the characters lol.

“We shouldn’t be out here without one of the others,” I told Max. “Why didn’t Samuels come?”

Max grimaced, “I didn’t ask him.”

“You’re not having a fight?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Max muttered, fiddling with his tent, trying to set it up. “Besides, it isn’t a full moon and we have vampire repellent.” Max indicated the garlic necklace he wore. “You should put yours on.”

“No fucking way, dude. Would this fight with Samuels have anything to do with the fact that you constantly smell like garlic?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, “Fine, don’t wear it. But don’t blame me when some fanger bites you!”

“I won’t, don’t worry. Besides, it’s not vampires I’m worried about out here. Mr. Peters says they all live in cities. There’s other things, though, besides werewolves and vampires.”

Max shook his head, “We don’t know that.”

“Mr. Peters’ books—”

“He’s never seen any himself. Even a lot of the werewolf myths in those books turned out to be fake, so I’m just really not that worried about fairies and imps and whatever coming to get us.”

“Shapeshifters. The books talked a lot about shapeshifters.”

“Werewolves,” Max waved a hand dismissively.

“No, these are different. Shapeshifters can change anytime. In the books, it said they target people out in the woods. Alone.”

Max shrugged, “Samuels hasn’t heard anything like that and he’s really getting into the international werewolf community now. Did you know there’s a Facebook group?”

“Sounds… unsafe,” I commented, “He didn’t join with his real name, did he?”

“Nah, we both used our fake accounts.”

“You joined too? They didn’t ask for some sort of proof of… lycanthropy?”

“No, it’s working under the guise of being a bunch of people pretending to be werewolves. They let anyone join after asking a few questions.”

“Are… are you sure it’s an actual werewolf group then?”

“Yeah, Samuels knows a few of them for real. It’s pretty easy to tell the fakers from the real thing.”

“Okay…” I said doubtfully, “Sure. What time do we have to get up for this thing?”

“Before sunrise to prepare,” Max said, temporarily giving up on his tent creation to grab the book from his bag, “Mr. Peters wrote out simplified instructions for us. We probably should find a good spot before we sleep, so we don’t have to scramble last minute.”

“And this’ll work? This spell’ll create an anti-vampire weapon?”

“Mr. Peters’ mentor did it,” Max shrugged, “Besides, you’re the one that trusts these stupid books.”

“I don’t believe every word they say, I just think we should be cautious.”

“Well, this thing is worth a shot. If we miss this chance, we can’t try again for fifty years, so…”

“I didn’t say we shouldn’t,” I frowned at him, “Well, if you’re so sure that this spell is legit and confident there won’t be any monsters out tonight, how about you track down a good location and I’ll set up the tents?”

“Deal,” he agreed, putting the book back in his pack and grabbing his lantern, “You’ve got your talkie?”

“Right here,” I confirmed, “Check in often, okay?”

“Sure, sure.”

Max’s light was soon obscured by the thick foliage.

I starting undoing the shoddy job Max had done on the tent.

Of course, Max didn’t check in soon enough for me so I contacted him.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Call more often,” I ordered.

“Fine! Sheesh.”

I rolled my eyes and got back to work. A few seconds later, Max called.

“Is this often enough?”

“Don’t be an ass,” I told him.

He laughed before the walkie cut out.

I got one of the tents almost completely finished before I heard from Max again.

“Haha, very funny,” he drawled.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Stop creeping. I hear you.”

“I’m… at the camp,” I said slowly, “What do you hear?”

“You’re following me. Rattling bushes and crunching leaves. You’re so funny. Now cut it out,” Max sounded a little tense.

“It’s not me,” I told him firmly, “Head back here. Now.”

“S-sure,” he said, his voice shaking slightly.

I picked up the other lantern and held it out in front of me, watching the darkness of the forest for Max. It wasn’t long before I heard his quickly approaching footsteps.

“That wasn’t funny,” he berated, doubled over panting.

“I was here,” I indicated the nearly finished tent, “Whatever you heard, wasn’t me.”

He gulped and looked back into the trees.

“Maybe we should’ve brought Samuels.”

“Obviously. But it’s too late now. Are we still doing this? Or…?”

“We have to. Without this weapon, we don’t stand a chance against the vampires. We’ll get this done. No matter what’s creeping in the woods.”

We decided to look for the location to do the spell after we got some sleep. After setting an alarm to wake us up an hour before sunrise, we settled into our tents and attempted to rest. All night, I heard rustling around us.

“Just the wind,” I heard Max whisper to himself, “It’s just the wind.”

I fought the urge to say ‘it’s never just the wind.’ We had weapons, so we weren’t defenseless against whatever was out there, but neither of us were particularly good fighters. That was why we needed the weapon. Of our monster fighting team, only Samuels was formally trained in combat, having been in the military, but we couldn’t rely on him.

Both of us climbed out of our tents when the alarm went off. Max looked as tired as I felt and I doubted he got any more sleep than I did. But we had a job to do so we pressed on. With the supplies and lanterns, we set off in search of a place without a thick canopy of trees overhead.

We stayed close together, both keeping our eyes and ears alert for signs of danger. It made it difficult to focus on the task and I wished we had found the location before going to sleep. We had limited time to get set up.

As we searched, I didn’t hear anything that sounded larger than a rabbit. Max jumped at every small sound, though, and I wondered if he was just skittish. Maybe he hadn’t actually heard anything before when he was alone. And maybe the sounds as we attempted to sleep really were just the wind. It wasn’t impossible.

Besides, Max was right. Mr. Peters had never seen anything other than werewolves and vampires. Samuels and his new werewolf pals didn’t know of anything else either. I didn’t think I was wrong to be cautious, but I was starting to doubt anything dangerous was in the woods with us.

With not much time to spare, we finally located a decent place for the spell. The leaves overhead opened up to the clear night sky, revealing many twinkling stars and a half moon.

We quickly pulled everything out of our bags and set up the alter, placing a silver dagger in the center of it. Max turned off his lantern so mine was the only light source, then he held an amber crystal reverently, his eyes nervous.

“You have it memorized?” I asked.

“I could recite it in my sleep,” he confirmed, though I could tell he wasn’t feeling very confident.

“You’ve got this,” I assured him. “This type of thing comes naturally to you.”

“Right…” he held the crystal directly over the silver dagger, “It’ll take about an hour. You’ll keep an eye out for things?”

“I will,” I pulled out my retractable staff and extended it, “I’ve got your back.”

Max glanced at his watch and said, “It’s time.”

“Good luck,” I told him as I turned off my lantern, plunging us into total darkness.

I heard Max take a deep breath before he began speaking in Latin. Slowly, sunlight started to bleed into the night sky above. I turned away from Max and his work to keep an eye on our surroundings. It was still dark in the trees, but I could make out shapes. I could see trees and bushes.

As sunlight slowly filled the space, I realized… one of the bushes wasn’t a bush. It was a gigantic wolf laying down, watching us.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Behind me, Max continued to chant the spell, clearly too focused to notice anything.

The wolf rose to all fours and I gasped at its massive height. I’d seen werewolves. That wasn’t a werewolf. It had none of the humanoid features and it was much larger. Werewolves, while tall, were thin and lanky typically, with long arms and legs and only a thin covering of fur. The wolf in front of me didn’t look like a normal wolf, it was too square and bulky, but it looked all animal. No human.

It took a step towards us and I raised my staff protectively.

It paused and tilted its head.

I frowned. It had clearly been there for some time. It hadn’t attacked. Maybe it was just curious.

Suddenly, I felt an odd compulsion. Slowly, I set down my staff and knelt to the ground. I hoped Max wouldn’t turn around and see. He had to keep doing the ritual. No matter what. And I didn’t think there was an immediate threat. The wolf hadn’t done anything yet.

The wolf took another step closer and paused, watching me carefully. When I didn’t move, it stepped again. I tried to keep my eyes down, a submissive gesture. I didn’t know how much that would mean to its kind, but it was worth a shot. As it got closer, I almost automatically tilted my head to the side.

“Indigo, what the fuck!” Max yelled.

“Don’t stop!” I growled at him, not moving to look at him, “I’ve got this!”

“That’s a werewolf!”

“The spell,” I turned my head slightly to hiss at him, “Do the fucking spell!”

His eyes were wide with fear, but he nodded and started speaking in Latin again, though I saw he kept his eyes on me. I turned back to see the wolf hadn’t moved.

I lowered my head, tilting it to the side again. I wasn’t sure exactly why. I wanted to say it was because I needed it to know we weren’t a threat. We had a task and we meant no harm to it. But I knew that wasn’t why I was doing it. Something in me wanted to kneel down and reveal my neck.

The wolf moved again. Behind me, Max still spoke Latin but I could tell from his voice, he was actually shouting at me.

“Don’t stop,” I told him, “No matter what.”

His voice as he continued chanting sounded very upset, but determined. We weren’t going to mess up our one chance to have an advantage over vampires.

The wolf continued to approach. Its black fur gleamed in the fresh sunlight. As it came closer, I could see its eyes were a deep black as well. I quickly dropped my gaze, not wanting it to think I was challenging it by meeting its eyes.

I held my breath as the wolf came so close I could hear it breathing. Behind me, Max’s chanting became quiet. As if he didn’t want to startle the wolf.

The wolf surprised me by licking my exposed neck briefly. I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes, expecting to feel a bite. But none came. I looked up at the wolf and found it looking down at me, gentleness in its eyes.

I swallowed hard and lowered my head again, tilting it to the side to bare my neck.

Again, the wolf licked me briefly before stopping. Since I was somewhat expecting it, the lick didn’t startle me. Instead, it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Indigo,” Max whispered.

“Don’t stop,” I said through clenched teeth without moving.

“It’s done.”

I turned and saw Max held the silver dagger. Except it was no longer silver. It glowed like the sun. He sheathed it and then looked at me and the wolf, swallowing hard.

“No sudden movements,” I whispered to him.

He nodded and didn’t move.

I looked up at the wolf again. It had a different expression on its face from before. Its eyes were scrunched up slightly as if it were… smiling?

“That doesn’t look like a werewolf,” Max whispered fearfully, “It’s not a full moon.”

“Shut. Up.” I told him through my teeth, keeping my eyes on the wolf.

The wolf gave a small huff and then nudged my shoulder with its nose.

“What does it want?” Max asked.

I groaned in frustration. “To eat me,” I snapped at him over my shoulder, “Now shut up.”

A deep sound startled me. I looked at the wolf again to see its body shaking somewhat. The sound was a laugh. It was laughing.

“Should I get my dagger? My normal one, I mean.”

The wolf’s eyes suddenly snapped onto Max, the laughter ceasing. Slowly, the wolf shook its head.

My eyes widened.

“What the fuck?” Max gasped. “It can understand us?”

The wolf nodded.

“What’d your books say about shapeshifters, Indigo?” Max asked urgently.

“Now you believe me,” I grumbled.

“There’s one right in front of us! It’s not a werewolf so it has to be a shapeshifter! How do we kill it?”

A low growl rumbled in the wolf’s throat.

“Oh, right… it can understand us,” Max said shakily.

At the sound of the growl, I dropped my head again, tilting to the side to show my neck.

Another sound came from the wolf. It sounded content as he licked my neck. Unlike the brief licks from before, it was sustained and repeated. I shuddered as I felt tingles go down my spine.

“Stay away from them, foul beast!” I heard Max pull out his dagger.

The wolf growled at him, but took a step back.

I whimpered in disappointment before catching myself and giving myself a shake.

“Put that away,” I ordered Max, “If he wanted to kill us, we’d be dead.”

“It’s a monster! It’s trying to eat you!”

“Your boyfriend’s a werewolf, dude. Maybe we shouldn’t judge these things right away.”

“Werewolves are different! They’re turned against their will and they’re only dangerous during the full moon!”

“We don’t know what he is,” I argued, “He doesn’t seem very dangerous.”

“Uh, have you seen him? He’s like seven feet tall!”

“I don’t mean he can’t be dangerous, I mean he isn’t trying to kill us despite the fact that you’re brandishing a knife. Put that away!”

Max grumbled to himself and tightened his grip on the dagger. I faced the wolf again. He had sat down on his haunches while Max and I argued and seemed to be listening intently.

“Sorry about him,” I said to the wolf gently.

The wolf inclined his head.

“Maybe it wants to lure us back to its litter of man eating puppies!” Max suggested.

The wolf heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head.

“I don’t think he has puppies,” I told Max.

“How do you know it’s a he?”

I looked at the wolf and tilted my head to the side, “I guess I don’t. Are you a he?”

The wolf nodded.

“Well, then. There we go. I’m a they named Indigo and that’s a he named Max. Do you plan to kill us?”

The wolf shook his head.

“Great. Then I’m gonna get off my knees, if that’s okay.”

The wolf gave a chuckle and nodded. I rose to my feet.

“Okay, so if it’s—”

“He,” I corrected Max.

“Fine, he. If he’s like… intelligent, why’d he bite your neck like that?”

My cheeks heated up and I mumbled, “He didn’t bite me.”

“Maybe he was turning you!” Max accused, “Making you an evil shapeshifter like him.”

The wolf sighed and shook his head.

“He says no,” I told Max.

“Well clearly he has some ill intent! And we can’t believe anything he says! You know how vampires lie about everything.”

“He doesn’t look like a vampire.”

“What’d you read about shapeshifters?” Max demanded, “What do they do?”

“The books weren’t accurate about werewolves, like you pointed out last night. I doubt everything about shapeshifters is accurate either.”

“Indigo. What was it?” Max asked, suspicious.

“They… The book said they steal people away to… breed them,” I mumbled, “To make more shapeshifters.”

“See! Puppies! I told you!”

My face burned.

The wolf shook his head.

“I’m not asking you,” Max said to the wolf, pointing his dagger in the wolf’s direction, “I don’t trust you.”

The wolf sighed and inclined his head.

“Clearly it just wants to drag you to its den to have its way with you!” Max said.

I turned away from both of them to hide my flushed face.

“It wasn’t like omegaverse stuff, right?” Max asked, his voice suddenly nervous, “Like… it wouldn’t want me for that? Mpreg’s only a fanfiction thing, right?”

My face had to be beet red. I was certain.

“You promised to never bring up the omegaverse,” I mumbled.

The wolf gave a chortle and got to his feet. Max stumbled back a step, holding his knife aloft. But the wolf turned and left. Abruptly, he just disappeared into the trees.

“What the fuck?” Max asked.

“I don’t know, but we should pack up,” I said, hoping I hid my disappointment well.

Max stood guard while I cleaned up the spell’s supplies.

“You have the vampire weapon?” I asked.

He patted the dagger sheathed on his belt.

“Good.”

With everything gathered, we headed back to camp. Max still held his normal dagger at the ready. I had my retractable staff in hand, but it wasn’t extended and I wasn’t ready to use it. I genuinely didn’t think the wolf meant us harm.

I hoped I wasn’t biased because I was attracted to it. Something about how it felt when it licked me… I wanted more. I tried to fight down those feelings. Besides, he was gone. We wouldn’t see him again.

Except when the camp came into view, he was there. Between our tents, he laid on his belly, head upright, watching us approach.

Max jumped in front of me when he saw, dagger ready.

“Put that away before you hurt someone,” I told him, stepping around him and fighting back a smile of joy, “Hello again.”

The wolf inclined his head.

“Stop,” Max told me, frustrated, “Seriously, Indigo. It’s a shapeshifter. It’s just trying to drag you to its den to breed you.”

I bit my tongue, attempting to fight the flush I felt in my cheeks.

Being bred by the wolf didn’t sound so bad. If its tongue felt good on my neck, I could only imagine how… No! No don’t imagine. Stop that.

I shook myself before saying, “It hasn’t dragged me anywhere yet.”

“Because I’m here to protect you! It knows it won’t win a fight without at least losing an eye or—oof!”

Suddenly, the wolf tackled Max, knocking him to the ground and sending the dagger flying. The wolf caught it midair in his mouth and turned to look down at Max, prone on his back.

The wolf dropped the dagger beside Max and backed away.

Max didn’t move for several long moments, looking stunned.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, aghast.

“Am I dead?” he whispered.

The wolf chuckled slightly and I said, “No, you look pretty alive.”

“My life flashed before my eyes.”

“Lots of comic books?”

“Lots of comic books,” he agreed, still staring straight up, his eyes wide.

“He didn’t kill you,” I offered tentatively, “Just… showed you that you don’t really stand a chance against him.”

“Uh-huh,” Max said, blinking a few times. He sat up and picked up his knife. He looked at the wolf for several moments before sheathing his dagger.

The wolf gave an approving nod.

“If he wanted us dead, we’d be dead,” I said as Max got up, “If he wanted to… drag me away… I’d be dragged away by now.”

“Okay, so the books were wrong,” Max mumbled.

“I mean, maybe there’re other shapeshifters that do that,” I shrugged, “Uh… are you a shapeshifter? Do you have a human form?”

The wolf nodded.

“Can you change now so I stand a chance against you?” Max muttered.

The wolf chuckled and nodded.

“Really?” I asked nervously.

The wolf nodded again.

“D-do you need clothes?” I asked, “Something to… cover up with?”

He nodded and moved towards my tent. He put his head inside and then emerged with my blanket in his mouth. He looked at me questioningly.

“Sure,” I agreed, my voice a little high. Something about him choosing my blanket made me feel a way.

The wolf dropped the blanket to his feet and then started to vibrate. His whole body moved and shifted. Eventually he became a human man, kneeling. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his waist before standing.

He cleared his throat and said “My name is Vikram.”

Max’s eyes were wide as he took in the man’s appearance. I avoided looking at him, feeling my body warm.

“I’m sex—Max! My name’s Max,” Max exclaimed, “My name is Max.”

Vikram smiled kindly and inclined his head, “Yes, you told me your name earlier.” Then he faced me, “And you are Indigo.”

I nodded without looking at him directly. He was a good looking man, as Max clearly noticed.

“I apologize for disturbing your ritual,” Vikram told us, “It appears that it worked regardless.”

“It did,” Max said, puffing out his chest proudly, resting his hand on the new dagger.

“Is that something do you often?” Vikram asked.

“Yeah, I’m learning to do spells,” Max ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand up, “I’m pretty good at it.”

“Yes, it appears you are. That is a weapon against vampires?”

“Harnessed sunlight,” Max confirmed, “I’ve been working for months to memorize the spell.”

“You did well,” Vikram said, smiling warmly.

A giggle escaped Max’s lips before he caught himself, covering it up by coughing.

“Do you often fight vampires?” Vikram asked of me.

“Sometimes,” I squeaked.

“That is no easy task. Perhaps I can offer assistance?”

“Yes, please,” Max breathed before shaking himself, “I mean… Hold on. What are you?”

“A werewolf,” he stated.

“Clearly not,” Max scoffed, “It’s not a full moon.”

“I have learned to control my shifts outside the full moon. I still experience the full moon shift, but outside of that, I have control of myself.”

“So you don’t want to drag us to a den to breed us?” Max asked, sounding a little dazed.

“Shut. Up.” I growled at him.

“Werewolves are infertile,” Vikram stated, an amused smile on his lips.

“That’s not a no,” Max mumbled.

“Okay, we need to head back home,” I said quickly, “If we don’t get some head… I mean… start heading… uh… It’s a long drive.”

“May I ask where you call home?”

“We work out of a bookstore called Peters’ Books,” Max answered, “Hey, you should come visit! Mr. Peters would love to hear about how you change at will!”

“Maybe your boyfriend could learn how to do that,” I said pointedly to Max.

It was Max’s turn to flush.

“You shouldn’t out people like that,” Max said through clenched teeth.

“Indigo mentioned you had a werewolf boyfriend earlier, while I was shifted,” Vikram noted, “Though I do agree one should never be outed against their will, rest assured it is not an issue here. I am bisexual.”

“Really?” Max’s eyes widened excitedly, “My boyfriend and I are on a break.”

“How old are you?” Vikram asked.

“Twenty.”

“It is nothing personal, but you are younger than I feel comfortable with pursuing a relationship. I am flattered, however.”

“I can’t be that much younger than you,” Max frowned.

“I assure you, there is an uncomfortably large age gap. I would never dictate what other people can do, but I am not comfortable engaging with anyone under twenty-five.”

“See?” I demanded of Max, “I’m not the only one uncomfortable with that!”

“Fine, you finally found another weirdo like you,” Max mumbled, “Get a room already.”

My cheeks heated up again.

“Okay, we should head out,” I said quickly.

“Indeed,” Vikram agreed, “May I keep this?” He indicated the blanket around his waist.

My face was definitely red.

“Sure…”

“Thank you, Indigo. If it is alright, I do intend to stop by this book store. Perhaps I can assist in your fight against vampires.”

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selamat-linting · 1 year

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parts 2 of my previous homestuck post, now on to the things i find silly!

-yaoi tournament will live free forever in my head. so as the horse cock. this is the worst thing hussie has ever done. i legit did not know it was an actual horse cock like i think it was just a giant blue dildo 😭😭😭😭

-the dancestors are really lame people like oh my god. beforus kids are giant dorks i cant believe their alternia counterparts are so badass like, take aranea and mindfang. just look at the contrast. first one is a nerd who would pay people for attention and the other is a girlboss who doesnt give a shit.

-one thing i do like from kankri is that he gave us plenty if funny karkat suffers joke. i love how this loser makes karkat do the walter white face lmaoooo he just cant get a break is he?

-and penis ouija!!! god why is he like that? everytime karkat is on screen i feel secondhand embarrassment like. i cant believe i shared classpects with this guy. why are you biting dave's cape are you in kindergarten? worst of all i think i've done something similarly embarrassing in school. thats it im changing my classpect im a knight of light from now on fuck off.

-still, thats not as horrible as rose's fuckup with her date. oh my god somebody gives her a chill pill she is going to lick herself bald like a stressed kitten. which is really funny because she and kanaya seems so... not nervous when talking to each other. you'd think their date would be a normal casual discussion between two awesome self assured girls. No its not. theyre both have gotten good at looking like theyre not close to exploding. but we all know none of them are Hinged.

-And oh, tavris they are doing you both dirty. like, its an improvement that vriska actually says something positive to him and that tavros did speak up against her at some points. but the narrative doesnt really want them to grow as a person. i think hussie has gotten too attached to vriska the unapologetic thief of light to the point that its reflecting badly on her and other's character development. okay fine i did say i wont take it seriously, but im a writer too. ofc i will notice the issues.

- this might be an unpopular opinion but i like the elevatorstuck music. gamzee is like, getting close to be my scrunkly like i know he does atrocities but he is really funny when doing it.

-the lands for the alpha kids are really fascinating. its less lively than the beta kids but im glad i actually get to experience the puzzles they have to solve on quests and its relations with the players' classpect. i want to see jane fulfilling her planets wish to be green and fertile. she gets too much shit talk from caliborn so i want to see her get a win yknow? and she's so goofy like her beta counterpart i want to see her happy and silly like egbert too.

-speaking of egbert, im kinda worried for him. can you believe it? he doesnt like con air anymore. i've been in his phase of starting to lose all joy in things i used to like and feeling lonely even with people around me and its not pretty. i know he went through a lot. i hope the experience with the dream bubble would make him happier even if just for a bit

-and another beta kids i want to be sad about: davesprite! he's so alone. all of his friends from the timeline is gone, he's not the main dave anymore and john keeps treating him like a replacement. its like he's relegated to a nobody who happens to have a recognizable face. poor guy.

-and to be sad again, i know i made fun of karkat a lot, but i have the biggest parental instinct for him. aside from terezi. he's the biggest crier out of the group. he's shouty and annoying but thats very much the kind of annoying shit that children do yknow? at first i dont like him because of his attitude to jade, but slowly i did warm up to him. he never really hated anybody and most of his tantrums are generally harmless to other people. in fact, he blames himself a lot about things that are out of his control. he's the one with the least body count from the rest of the trolls and he literally had to grew up hunted and unwanted by society. i want to give him a hug, i truly do.

-okay back to fanboying. roxy!!!! shit. man i adore that she has an aura that makes any surveillance camera blackout nearby. yes, girl, BECOME UNGOVERNABLE.

-and i cant believe im saying this, but i miss sollux. at first i was just joking about finding him interesting because he has my star sign and is good at coding but yeah. i do miss the guy. where is he really?

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #homestuck liveread

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purekesseltrash · 2 years

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Young and Menace Chapter 3 is out!

Shouta frowned into his noodles, unable to argue with the logic. Silence spread between them again, the ambient sounds of the 7/11 and the sound of rattling wrappers and chewing becoming the background. “Do you remember the time that Oboro called the radio station while you were interning and pretended to be your mom?” He asked, unsure why that thought had come to him then.

Hizashi choked, leaving Shouta to eye him warily but the other man had a grin on his face before taking a swig of his chumai. “Everyone was so fucking confused who he was talking about, ‘My sweet Hizashi is so smart, you must let him have airtime’, everyone was like ‘who the hell is Hizashi?’ Meanwhile I’d been bringing ‘em coffee and shit for months.”

Shouta let out a snort before he returned his focus back to his ramen, taking another bite of the still chewy noodles as Hizashi said, “Remember when he decided that it would be funny to drench the fire portion of the USJ?”

“I thought Sorcerer was going to have a seizure.”

“How was I supposed to know water would ruin it, they told me to figure it out and I did,” Hizashi said, bordering on a painful impression of Oboro’s voice.

Shouta sniffed, clearing his nose from what he told himself was the effect of the spicy broth on his sinuses. Hizashi nudged his knee against Shouta’s, his face surprisingly open when Shouta looked over. “You going down memory lane or something?”

“I always think about him,” Shouta admitted, not seeing the point in trying to downplay it, at least not to Hizashi. Oboro had never left his mind. He wasn’t sure if he ever would. “I don’t know if that’s normal. I don’t really care if it is or not.”

He kept his eyes on his noodles, not reacting to the way that Hizashi sucked in a shaky breath. “I don’t know if it is either,” the normally bombastic man muttered, “but you’re not alone in that one.”

More thoughts under here:

- So I think that mutant quirks in BNHA are really interesting as a way to play with the issue of visible vs invisible disabilites. Both are rough, both are debilitating, no question. But being visibly disabled is really, really goddamned hard. I have Tourette’s but you generally wouldn’t know if you were talking to me, not unless I was tired, stressed or comfortable with you, or a combo of all three. My medication has really helped and my tics are very subtle. This did not used to be the case and let me tell you this very plainly, it is much easier to be able to ‘pass’ as neurotypical than to be visible.

In this chapter in particular, I really like the idea of Shouta having to deal with the fact that, while he has faced quirk discrimination that has legitimately been unfair, he can at least still go into a store and buy a soda without being noticed. I’ve noticed a LOTTTT, especially in fanon, that people tend to really focus on people with difficult/problematic emitter quirks and kinda tend to treat them like the pinnacle of awfulness but uh, they can still hide. (this is also why I lose a lot of patience with Shinsou, both in canon and especially in fanon. Sure he hasn’t had it great but like... he isn’t covering his face because he thinks he’s a monster or looking like the legit embodiment of a villain, dark shadow and all)

- Get ready for lots of bits where I play with how society handles its mutant population and the issues therein. I love thinking about this shit. I LOVE IT, it’s so interesting to me.

- You might be wondering about the ‘seeing sound’ thing. I’ve decided in my head that Hizashi’s parents had these two quirks that, when combined, have created a mutant with a voice quirk and also a weird set of eyes that indicate a visual quirk in his ancestry, while also not expecting that Mic would have a dangerous quirk at birth and not have earplugs in just in case. One parent had a quirk called ‘Subtitle’, which basically makes it so they can see words that are said, kinda like how we can see the ‘YEAAAAAH’ in Mic’s screams and can amp up their voice to a certain extent. The other has a Mimic quirk, a mutant quirk where they can mimic any sound at any frequency, though they never used their power quite to the extent that Mic does. They just think that they can mimic things very well, they had no idea that their power was actually that they had incredibly good control over the sounds that they could make.

- Murcielago is a fun character and I have so much backstory, y’all.

#erasermic #my writing

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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Brothers reaction mc who takes thing to literally.

Some one told them "I dont what to see your face here again."

So then the next day mc is wearing paper bag on there head.

Oh man this is going to be FUN-

Lucifer

MC, no. When he said “you’re being deliberately obtuse” he was not calling them a triangle.

Lucifer picks up on MC’s behaviour very quickly and learns to refrain from using certain phrases that could be taken the wrong way. But at first, hoo boy.

He thought MC was just a massive smartass who was making fun of him. It took a few lectures until he realized that MC was legitimately confused, which also confused Lucifer.

It’s become sort of a habit for him to over explain things to MC to make sure they can’t misconstrue the meaning of anything anyone says. It becomes such a habit that he begins to do it to other people, making it look like he’s more of a pompous fuckwad (affectionate) than he actually is.

Either way, he’s here for MC. Though, some of the slip ups were quite funny, he had to admit.

Mammon

Ugh, dense human… what was with them?! He’d die a happy demon if he never had to seem ‘em again! Wait- where are they going? Is that a fuckin’ blindfold?! What kinda kinky shit-

Oh… Mammon said he never wanted to see them again, so they brought out a blindfold… was this human bein’ a smartass or were they legit confused?

After Mammon drops the “I’m going to eat this stupid human” attitude, his life becomes exponentially better. Mainly because the human he has a crush on is hilarious without meaning to be.

“Break a leg out there, MC!” “…are you going to pay my hospital fees..?”

Leviathan

“Anime is the best form of TV and movie entertainment.” “Is it though?” “Bite me, Human.” “Alright then-”

So on the very first day of the exchange program, MC bit Levi. Geez, and here everyone else was thinking that the human was the one at risk of getting bitten.

After that rocky start, Levi and MC do end up becoming friends, and Levi tries to show them that anime really is the best form of entertainment.

“You’ll cry your eyes out at this ending, MC, I promise.” *ninety minutes later* “L-Levi… *hic* my eyes are *sob* still in their sockets…”

Satan

Ah, well this is interesting.

At first Satan was interested in finding out if MC was just messing with everyone or if they really did think everything was insanely literal.

So to test his theory that MC was just faking it, he began saying short common phrases around them.

“He really wears his heart on his sleeve, you know.” “If he does, then how is he still alive? Your heart pumps blood through your body, if it’s on your sleeve you’ll die!”

When Satan can’t detect even a smidge of deception in this human, he gives up. He’s the master of being fake! This human is telling the truth…

Similar to Lucifer (🤢) he takes the time to explain to MC that when Levi said he was going to yeet himself off this mortal coil that he wasn’t serious and MC should get off the suicide prevention hotline.

Asmodeus

Ah, the king of being over dramatic and using a shit tone of hyperbole. This’ll be fun.

“Oh MC! I just had the worst day today!” “Oh no! Did a war start?! Are we in danger?!” “N-no, I lost my favourite nail polish…”

MC just does not get Asmo and Asmo does not like that. MC needs to stop asking questions and just comfort him already >:(

Well, he didn’t like it at first anyway, a few months in, and MC is actually having a really positive effect on Asmo.

“Well… I guess it is just one sweater of mine that got ruined. I have a thousand more in my closet!” “Really?! A thousand-” “MC, no.”

The Avatar of Lust learns that not everything is the end of times. He also learns that he needs to be very careful with his dirty talk or MC will say something about it.

“Oh MC, sweetheart, I’m going to [REMOVED FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD AT LARGE]” “But babe, that’s not possible, for me to be able to [REMOVED FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY] I’d have to [AAAAAAAAAAAAAA]”

Beelzebub

It’s okay MC, this happens with him sometimes too.

Not to MC’s extent of course, but it still happens.

Honestly, when it comes to Beel, MC’s complete inability to understand hyperbole and metaphors comes in handy. They truly believe the threat that Beel will kill a bitch if they eat his food.

It kept MC safe that first little while in the Devildom.

Beel is fully ready to protect MC from anyone who might try and take advantage of this… he’s not sure how one might go about doing that, but he’s here to be MC’s bodyguard second bodyguard anyway.

Belphegor

Hehehe… so the human’s funny, huh? Good… they will make a fine member of the Anti Lucifer League…

The fact that Belphie and MC are partners in more than just crime does not stop Belphie from purposefully confusing our poor MC.

“Ugh, talk about throwing the baby out with the bathwater.” “BABY?! Belphie what’s going on??” “>:)” “BELPHIE?????”

It’s never not entertaining, and since Belphie is an asshole, he almost never runs out of material thanks to Google.

Though, Belphie’s tomfuckery once almost led to MC squaring up with another demon but that’s not a story for now…

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#Obey me Headcanons #obey me! headcanons #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #obey me mc

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goldensunset · 2 years

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Please talk about Okami more, I need to convince myself to get back to/restart my playthrough

-you’re a dog. and a goddess. you have both goddess powers and dog powers as game mechanics. what more could you want.

-like. you can gracefully manipulate time, wind, ice, bombs, flowers, fire, lighting, water, etc. with only a few strokes of your brush. you can also bite people, dig holes in some poor lady’s turnip field and pee on demons to steal their teeth. peak gaming.

-galestorm best brush technique don’t @ me

-no fr the game mechanics are so unique and fun i love painting. esp since i have the switch version so i can do motion controls, joystick controls, or touch controls depending on the situation. it’s really nice.

-ammy runs really fast. and once you unlock double jump? walking on water? legit just sprinting around the map and flying through the air is so fun

-designated bark button

-some very epic ladies

-the funny body movements every time someone speaks. i guess it’s to make up for the fact that they barely have faces. love them

-the way the plot starts so incredibly simple and gradually unfolds into something huge and beautiful as you go along. this thing runs much deeper than you’d have ever imagined and i love it.

-waka is a wonderful and weird little man. and watching issun get so irrationally frustrated at him and make accusations with little to no evidence is so funny. annoying dude meets even more annoying but for a different reason dude and the annoyingness cancels out to become entertainment. like joshua and neku fighting all of week 2 in twewy.

-canine warriors. just some very good boys. their theme music can make me cry i love them :’-)

-that entire section where you shrink down really tiny to become issun’s size and you actually see what he looks like for the first time? ohh i love

-i love going inside the water dragon’s belly. everything that happens immediately after it is aaaAAAAAAH

-for an entire dungeon you get to wear a mask that you designed. i love drawing dumb stuff on it. taking my sweet time to perfect the design while kushi is in distress. then the design appears again on the walls of sei-an city later in the game. sei-an my beloved there are so many fun sidequests there

-the art style of this game is so fantastic it’s like you’re in a moving painting. it’s almost 16 years old but it’s aged so well bc it’s not trying to be super defined or photo realistic at all. the 2D hand painted style stays beautiful.

-needless to say the soundtrack is amazing. reset? ryoshima coast? kusa village? kamiki’s sorrowful tradition? rising sun? theme of the celestials? enter waka? literally all of the sei-an music? there’s just so much to say about everything???

tldr: okami my beloved

#okami #man okami is so strange to me bc i first played it when quarantine had just hit about two years ago #so i have nostalgia for QUARANTINE. honestly bless okami for getting me through those times #it was like. life is gonna be okay :-)#asks #somethingwittyandweird

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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I Love You Too, Love

Bang Chan x reader; just some good ol' tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: My first attempt at writing a real scenario lmao. Do lmk how it was❤Also, it's funny how I'm an anti-romantic to the core, but it all goes out the window when it's Chan

Coming back home at night after a long day at uni/work, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle and watch a nice movie with Chan. Your best friend had been on tour with his group, Stray Kids, for the past three months, and the daily messages and FaceTime calls were not nearly enough to stop you from missing him like crazy. The teeny tiny (or so you insisted) crush that you had on him, didn't help either. You missed his voice, his tight hugs, the way he would always listen to rant about your day, the way he would always know what to say, the way his smile would light up your day, everything. While he did try to fill the gap by still listening to your rants on a daily basis on FaceTime, it just wasn't the same without him being there in person.

Sighing, you unlock your door, expecting to be met with pitch darkness. Instead, what you saw made you drop your bag to the floor, as tears welled up in your eyes. There, standing in the middle of your living room, was Chan, your best friend, who was supposed to be away for yet another month. Not able to believe your eyes, you pinch yourself, only to realize that he is indeed there, in the flesh, smiling at you as if you mean the world to him (unbeknownst to you, you most certainly do).

"Missed me?," he asks, and you suddenly find yourself running towards him at full speed, crashing into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug ever. This causes Chan to slightly lose his balance, and makes him laugh heartily before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. "I missed you too, love. So so so much."

After staying like that for a solid two minutes, you finally break free, glaring up at him playfully. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?," You ask, trying your best to suppress your smile and appear angry. This causes him to chuckle before cheekily saying, "If I had told you, I wouldn't have been able to seen your true happiness at seeing me. If you already knew, you would probably have acted as if you're disgusted that I'm back, and we didn't want that now, did we?"

You shove his chest slightly, before finally turning your head towards the dining table, only to be met with the sight and aroma of all your favourite dishes, that Chan had apparently spent all evening trying to make. "You must be hungry. Freshen up and let's dig in, I'm starving," He says, pushing you lightly towards the bathroom. While getting changed, you finally register the fact that your heart is hammering in your chest, reminding you that the man standing in your living room means so much more to you than just your best friend.

Being away from Chan for months has made you realize that what you feel for him is much more than just a crush. You may very well be in love with him, but you're too scared to admit it because neither do you want to face rejection, nor can you bring yourself to put his career at risk. With these thoughts in mind, you finally exit the bathroom, sighing deeply to yourself.

You don't, however, notice that Chan too, is in a dilemma of his own. Before going on tour, he too, knew that he liked you. But being away from you made him realize that you are his home, and that he would much rather be with you than with anyone else. He has been planning to confess today, and has been trying to gauge your feelings ever since you came back home. Your sigh doesn't escape him, and, full of concern, he asks, "What's wrong, love? Got something on your mind? You know you can always tell me." Truth be told, he's worried and scared that you already know about his feelings, and don't reciprocate them. He fails to see your knees going week and a blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname, and instead, all he notices is you giving him a small smile and saying, "Not at all Channie, I'm completely fine. Now let's eat up before the food goes cold."

Once you guys get a couple bites in, the awkward atmosphere starts easing once again. Chan tells you all about the tour and all the places he saw. "London was the best, but I wish you were there. You would have enjoyed the London Eye." "Well then, you'll have to take me there one day." You tell him about how life has been back in Seoul, ranting about your annoying professor/boss, and he tells you about all the small trinkets that he saw at souvenir shops that reminded him of you. "That charm bracelet was so you, I just had to buy it." "You didn't have to Chan. I don't need any gifts, having you back home is enough."

After dessert, you ask him if he'd stay the night, and he says that since he has the week off, the boys don't expect him to back at dorms until the following morning. "So.....you're staying?," You ask with a small smile tugging at your lips. He smiles back at you lovingly, and ruffles your hair before saying, "Yes love, I'm staying. Now let's watch a movie."

After picking the movie, you come back to sit on the couch next to Chan, throwing your legs across his lap. Now it's his turn to blush, but unlike him, you're not oblivious to his reddening cheeks. "Awww, is Channie blushing? Why? This isn't the first time I've thrown my legs over your lap," You chuckle, causing him to hide his face in his hands. "Yeah but, I've really missed this being away from you all this while," He smiles warmly.

The first half of the movie goes by with the both of you making random comments about it. At one particular scene where the characters are having nachos, Chan suddenly exclaims, "Salsa reminds me, the boys and I learnt a little Salsa during our time in Italy, and I really wanted to teach you some of the moves." "Me?," You ask, bewildered, causing Chan to become shy and start stuttering. "I-I m-mean if you w-want to. It's o-okay if y-you don't."

You're having a hard time trying not to melt into a puddle at his cuteness, as you force your mouth to open, and say, "No Chan, I'd love to." "Really?," He returns to his giggly self, as he gets up off the couch and extends his hand out for your to take. You smile and take his hand, and he brings you to the center of the room. "Just one sec," He says, pausing to pick the music on his phone. Once he's done, he places his phone on the table, and starts guiding you through the dance, one step at a time, with the movie being nothing more than a long-forgotten background noise. "Left foot forward, right foot backward. That's right, now dip, and come back. Now place your leg on my waist....," You both freeze at this, realizing what he just said. It's only then that you notice just how close you are to him, and the familiar feeling of your heart racing comes back. You both stare at each other, hypnotized, before your eyes flick to his lips and back up to his eyes. When he does the same, you timidly ask, "Can I kiss you?"

That's all it takes to break Chan out of his trance, as he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You don't even notice that he is backing you up, until you feel your back hit the wall. His lips taste sweet and a little spicy, which you attribute to the food you had earlier. The kiss is soft but full of emotions, and even though it does seem a bit cliche, you can feel fireworks fly. The butterflies in your stomach every time you see Chan seem to have been replaced by a whole zoo, and you can't help but smile into the kiss. This causes Chan to break into a smile as well, before he gently lets go.

"I really want to keep kissing you because God have I been waiting to do that for years, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest first," He says, shy once again. "I like you, a hell lot. Actually no, screw that, I think I'm already in love with you. I've known this for a long time, but I was just scared to admit it. Being away from you during the tour made me realize that I want to be more than just 'best friends' with you. I want to call you 'mine,' and I want to be yours." "Oh Channie, you don't know how much I have wanted to hear you say that you love me too, this distance has been a wake-up call for me too, but I was just so scared of jeopardizing either our friendship, or your career. And I can't have either of those two." "Don't worry about my career, we'll find a way out love. Just say the word, say that you love me." To this, you gawk at him, before saying, "I gave you a speech on that just now, didn't I? Of course I love you." "Yeah but you didn't explicitly say that you love me, idiot. But now that you've said the right words, I legit feel like the happiest man on earth." You shove him slightly before wrapping your arms around his torso. "So, now that we've got our feelings sorted, what does that mean for us?" "Well, for starters, I think it means that my nickname for you just took on a literal meaning," Chan smirks. You pout at this, but then say, "I love you Channie." He places his chin in your head, and says, "I love you too, love."

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theladyofdeath · 3 years

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 12}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby's blogs! >> @snelbz

Life As We Know It Masterlist

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* In case you missed the announcement - we will now be posting chapters 3 days a week! Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. We hope you continue to enjoy the story!

** Trigger warning: Miscarriage.

This chapter is legit a roller coaster, ngl. Enjoy. ;)

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Nesta stood in the living room of Elain’s house with Nyx on her hip, feeling guilty for dropping Nyx off for the night even though Elain was the one to offer.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Gives these little cousins some bonding time.” She reached out and took Nyx’s chubby little hand. “Besides, you and Cassian both need time to recoup.”

She wasn’t about to deny that. It had been a week since her not-date with Balthazar, a week since she and Cassian had uttered more than passing comments on how Nyx had acted throughout the day to each other.

Every time she looked at him, she found him already watching her and the fact got under her skin.

It became an unspoken thing that whenever she cooked dinner, she would make an extra helping and put it in the fridge for him. Not because she felt like she needed to, but because it made her feel better about their awkward arrangement. The longer time went on, the more she realized that as much as she’d been acting like taking care of Nyx together was a death sentence to her social life, he was going through the same thing.

And when she got home, she planned on making dinner for the two of them to share together. A sort of white flag of truce between them.

It was the least she could do. “Call me the second something happens-.”

“We’ll be fine,” Elain said, taking Nyx from Nesta and kissing her sister’s cheek. “Now, go. Relax. Take a bubble bath with some wine or something. Read one of those filthy books you used to hide in your closet.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed.

Elain’s smile widened.

After a tough goodbye, Nesta was heading toward her car and driving back home, making a quick stop at the grocery store just around the corner.

She quickly got all of her fixins, prepared to make one of her favorites - salmon, rice, and green beans. A glance at the calendar that morning told her he would probably be home around five, which gave her just under two hours to make dinner. Easily doable, she’d made three-course meals in less time, for much harsher customers.

Yet she couldn’t figure out why her stomach was in knots.

When Cassian came home, he opened the front door and froze. The quiet in the house unnerved him. Usually, there was some random white noise to fill the house, whether that was the television or one of Nyx’s inane toys that distracted him so well. But as he walked through the house, the TV wasn’t on and he couldn’t hear much of anything.

Until he heard a throat clear from the kitchen.

Instantly, Cassian was on alert, not liking the sound at all, recognizing who it had belonged to, but silently, he made his way into the kitchen.

Nesta was sitting at the table, a plate of food in front of her, with an identical one at the spot he typically sat in.

“What’s…going on?” He asked, slowly taking another few steps into the kitchen.

Nesta stood and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, before taking it back over to where he hovered between the table and the doorway. She held the cold bottle out to him. “This is a truce.”

“A tru-?” He took it, but shook his head, not quite understanding her. “Where’s Nyx?”

“He is having a sleepover with Seph, Elain and Azriel. Elain wanted us to have a night off,” she said, sitting back down at her seat. “So I made us dinner.”

“You made us dinner?” he repeated, staring at the plates. “For the two of us to have? Together? At the same table?”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, unless you don’t want it.”

Cassian cleared his throat as he pulled the chair out across from her and popped open his beer. “I won’t turn down free food. Especially when it’s made by an expert.”

Nesta said nothing more as she cut into her salmon. “An expert?”

“You get paid for cooking,” Cassian said, picking up his fork and collecting a pile of green beans. “That makes you an expert. A professional.”

“This is a lot of compliments,” she said, watching him carefully as he ate.

“Maybe I’m jumping on board with this whole truce thing,” he said, mouth full of food.

Nesta wanted to chastise him about his manners, but bit her tongue. “You weren’t on board with it to begin with?”

He chewed slowly and then set his fork down. “Neither of us have…handled this very well,” he admitted, taking a drink from his beer. “And I’m willing to take a portion of the blame, but not all of it.”

Nesta weighed his words carefully. They were blunt, but not untrue. Sure, he’d acted like an ass many times, but she had only responded in kind. She knew she could be a bitch, and she knew she did it well. Sometimes too well.

“For this to be an official truce,” she began, holding her wine glass in her hand, swirling it once, twice, “there has to be terms we both agree on.” His eyebrows raised, but she pressed on before he could speak. “Mine are that we have to communicate. When you get frustrated or pissed at me, you can’t just bottle everything up until it all explodes. And when I get overwhelmed, I promise not to snap at you or act like such a…”

“A bitch?” He provided, when she stumbled over her words, smiling around the beer bottle pressed to his lips.

She wasn’t able to stop the smile growing on her own face, as she said, “Thank you, asshole. But yes. Those are my terms.”

He took a drink and nodded. “Okay. I think I can handle those.”

“And what are your terms?” She asked, cutting into the flaky fish for another bite.

He was quiet for a moment, debating. Nesta took a sip from her wine glass while she waited, watching as thought after thought passed across his face.

“I want to get to know you,” he said, finally. “I want to know who you are and I want you to know me.”

Nesta cocked her head to the side. It was a simple request, but Nesta wasn’t exactly good at allowing people to get to know rher. “And how do you suppose we do that?”

“A simple conversation will do,” he said, shrugging. “Over salmon and alcohol. Mostly alcohol.” He reached across the small table and picked up her wine bottle, filling up her wine glass to the brim.

“Getting me drunk so that I open up?” Nesta asked, sipping from that wine glass.

Cassian chuckled. “I would never.”

She watched her for a second, before taking another larger drink and setting it down. “Fine. Then it’s a truce.” He smirked, glancing over the table between them and then leaned over to look on the counter. “What?”

“I’m just looking for an official notice.” His smirk grew into an all out grin. “Something to sign. I figured you’d called up Tarquin and had some official documents written up.”

“You think you’re so funny.” She rolled her eyes and he chuckled, reaching an open hand across the table.

“Truce,” he said, taking her hand in his. They shook once, and Cassian was struck by how much smaller her hand was than his, yet by how firm her grip was. It was an impressive, professional handshake.

“So what do you want to know?” She asked, scooping some rice onto her fork and getting a bite of fish to go along with it.

His eyes narrowed as he thought about it and she began to wonder whether they should have laid down some boundaries. But he asked, “You went to the University of Velaris, right? What did you study there?”

Nesta blinked in surprise, not having expected the question. “Business and marketing.”

Chewing slowly, Cassian raised an eyebrow. “Nothing culinary?”

She shook her head. “No, I liked cooking, but I never thought it would become my career. I majored in business and marketing, with a minor in communications.”

“That sounds…” He fought for the words for a second. “Boring.”

Taking a drink of her wine, Nesta chuckled. “Oh, it was,” she admitted. “The longest four years of my life, but I’ve got the pretty, little diploma with my name written on it to show for them.”

“And how did you learn about food? How to cook?”

She shrugged. “I taught myself. I graduated college and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I got a data entry job at a marketing firm and spent my free time in the kitchen, trying and testing and tasting.” She paused, and her eyes fell to her plate. “Before my dad died, he listened to my idea about starting a small restaurant, with a few of my favorite recipes on the menu. He left me the money to do it in his will.”

“And now?” he pressed, although his voice held a certain gentleness. “Are you successful and thriving?”

Nesta snorted. “I make enough to live and pay the few of servers I have. If that’s successful, then I suppose.”

Cassian nodded in appreciation. “I’d say it is. What about the future? Bigger restaurant? Multiple restaurants?”

“Someday,” Nesta said, with a longing in her voice. “And what about you? And your guitars? Surely you don’t want to be a bartender forever.”

Cassian shrugged. “I don’t mind the bartending. Good tips and I meet a lot of interesting people.”

“But?” Nesta asked.

“But,” Cassian repeated, huffing a laugh. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t exactly say that managing a bar is my passion.”

“So, guitars then?” Nesta asked, brow raised. “You’re really talented. Your guitars are beautiful.”

Cassian’s eyes shot to hers, wide as he slowly set down his fork. “Holy shit, did you just compliment me?”

Nesta’s lips pursed as she kicked his shin under the table.

“I’ve always been good with my hands. Not like that,” he said, pointing at her when he saw the smirk growing. “I mean, creating things, playing instruments, even something as mundane as making drinks. If it’s something I can do with my hands, I typically love it and nine times out of ten, I’m good at it.” There was none of the cockiness she’d come to know in his voice. Just pure explanation, and a bit of devotion. “I’ve tried my hand at making furniture and little knickknacks, but there’s nothing that compares to building an instrument from scratch.”

“And you do it all? Yourself?” She asked, taking another bite.

He nodded. “I start with a few rough pieces of wood. Sand it, stain it, and boom, brand new guitar.”

Snorting, she lifted her wine glass to her lips. “I think you may have missed a few steps in there.”

“Well, I didn’t want to bore you,” he chuckled.

“How long have you been playing guitar?” Nesta asked, finishing off the last of her food.

Cassian took a minute to think about it, then shrugged, finishing off his beer. “As long as I can remember. I grew up with my mom in Illyria. They live simply up there. Music is…a way of life. It grew on me quickly. Mom bought me my first guitar that a friend of hers had made before I could even walk.”

Nesta chuckled, quietly. “Just like you did for Nyx.”

Cassian nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. Another drink?” he asked, nodding toward her emptied glass.

“Sure,” she said. “But, wine is gone. I think there’s some tequila in the cabinet.”

Cassian lifted a brow as he rose. “Tequila?”

Nesta grinned as he went to the cabinet. “Make me a drink, bartender?”

Cassian laughed as he grabbed the glass bottle from the cabinet. “I can. What’ll it be? Tequila sunrise? Margarita? Pretty sure we have some lime juice, somewhere.”

“I’m not picky,” Nesta promised.

She heard him laugh. “Somehow, I have a hard time believing that, Archeron.”

“Only where it counts,” she replied, smiling at him. She picked up their empty plates and rinsed them off, loading them into the dishwasher. Turning, she found him setting a shot glass with salt on the rim down on the counter. She chuckled. “That’s not what I asked for.”

“First of all, you technically didn’t ask for anything in particular,” he said, pointing at her as he crossed the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Secondly, this is the most classic drink I can make you with tequila. It’s the oldest recipe in the books.”

She outright laughed. “That’s cause it’s just straight tequila.”

“Exactly,” he grinned and damn it, if her heart didn’t skip a beat. “I lied, no lime juice.”

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “But if I’m doing sloppy shots, you’re joining me.”

“Oh, I never say no to shots,” he said, grabbing another from the cabinet.

He filled them up, and slid one to Nesta, who took the glass in her hand and held it up.

Cassian clinked his against hers, and they tossed them back.

Nesta’s face didn’t change a bit, and Cassian met her steady eyes. “Impressive.”

“Not my first tequila shot, Nazari,” she said, hopping up to sit on the counter. “What else do you want to ask me?”

He leaned down on the countertop, letting his arms lay flat. “Hmm.” He let his fingers drum quietly. “What did you want to be when you grew up? Or was it always a chef?”

She scrunched up her nose. “I was convinced I was going to be a doctor, I wanted to help people. But then I found out how many years of school was required to be a doctor. So I decided I wanted to be a nurse.”

Cassian carefully poured a couple more shots. “And what happened to that dream?”

“I found out that the sight of blood makes me queasy. Sometimes I throw up, sometimes I pass out.”

He laughed. “That seems like enough to throw off a career plan.”

“Yep,” she admitted, picking her wine glass up.

Cassian filled up the shot glasses, once more, and slid hers back to her. She set down her wine glass and snorted as she tossed it back.

“You know what we should do?” Nesta asked, and Cassian lifted a brow in question. “Go for a swim. We’ve been here over a month and have yet to use the pool that I’ve been cleaning, daily.”

Cassian took his shot before watching her, closely. “Last one in has to share their deepest, darkest secret.”

Nesta scoffed. “What are we, children?”

Cassian grinned as he pushed himself back from the counter. “Scared of a little competition? Afraid to lose?”

They stared at each other in silence for a minute before Nesta jumped off the counter, and ran up the stairs to throw on her swimsuit.

Cassian and his heavy footsteps were close behind.

It took her a few minutes to remember where her swimsuits had been packed, and from the slamming of drawers down the hall, it seemed Cassian was in a similar predicament. She finally found a two piece stuffed in the back of her underwear drawer, not exactly what she had been looking for, and hesitated before stripping down and pulling the bottoms on. Nesta was out her bedroom door before she even had the top fully tied, pulling it into a hastily tied bow behind her back. Her feet carried her as she flew down the stairs, but she froze when she opened the sliding glass door and found him already in the water.

He grinned from where he had his muscular arms resting on the side of the pool, and his hair was soaked, pushed back off of his face. With the wide smile on his face, he looked so much younger, almost boyish.

With a sigh, Nesta turned and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a couple beers in each hand and made her way back onto the lit up patio.

“I win,” he said, smirking up at her.

The tongue she stuck out at him wasn’t her most quick witted response, but she was trying not to let her eyes drift beneath the water. When she suggested the pool, she hadn’t been thinking of how much skin would be on display, for either of them.

“That’s because you only had one piece to put on,” Nesta said, sitting near him by the edge and handing him a drink.

“Hey, if you only wanted to put on one of those pieces, I wouldn’t have stopped you,” he protested, and Nesta had to hide the way his suggestive tone, those words, made her blush.

He didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he popped open his beer and took a long, slow drink.

“So how about that secret?” He asked, voice lowering.

“Hmmm,” she crooned, tapping her chin. “Which to share when I have so many to choose from?”

Cassian chuckled. “You would have an endless string of secrets. Come on, what skeletons are in your closet? Something you’ve never told anyone else.”

Nesta had a lot of those, too. She wasn’t exactly the “open” type.

There was one true secret she kept though. One that no one else had known, not even Feyre or Elain. Just her and…

She hesitated and he looked up at her, caught the look on her face. “What?”

Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t want to kill the mood.”

The hand holding the bottle was right next to her thigh, and he let his pinky skim over her skin. “That kind of secret, huh?”

She gnawed into her lip, nodding.

“I’ll tell you mine, if it helps,” Cassian said, looking up into her face.

She slipped into the pool, thankful the water was warm, and shook her head. “That wasn’t our agreement.”

He stayed quiet, letting her process her own thoughts.

Sinking beneath the water, Nesta re-emerged, slicking her hair back. After a steadying breath, she said, “I’m sure you remember Tomas, my ex who interrupted our date?”

The mention of their date surprised Cassian, after so many weeks of them dancing around it. He nodded.

“We were together for a long time, you know? All through college.” She wasn’t looking at him, wouldn’t meet his eye. “I got pregnant just after our senior year. I had never wanted kids, you know? Wasn't the family type, at all. Never saw myself having a family. Anyway,” she continued, shaking her head. “It didn’t matter. I miscarried.”

Cassian continued to look at her, continued to watch as she stared blankly ahead.

“I got excited about it, too, which is ridiculous,” she went on. “For a moment, for those few weeks that I thought Tomas and I would be starting a family… I actually got excited.”

“How far along were you?” He asked, gently.

She answered immediately, with no hesitation. “Thirteen weeks. It was like one day I was pregnant, carrying our child and the next… The baby was gone.” She was quiet for a moment. “I woke up one morning and there was blood, so much blood. Tom was already at work, so I drove myself to the hospital, but there was nothing they could do.”

Cassian recognized the slow blinking, knew she was reliving those slow, sad moments again.

“I was dying inside, trying to come to terms with the fact that our baby was gone, and Tomas got home and-.” She took a deep breath and looked over at him. “He asked what I was making for dinner. He didn’t even acknowledge that our child was gone and… l guess that’s when I decided to do the same. To pretend nothing happened. We didn’t really talk much about it. We never told our families, I never told Feyre or Elain. Our father died about a month later and it all seemed so insignificant at that point. But Tom and I never recovered, our relationship at least. We broke up a few months later and…” Nesta shrugged. “Life kept going. I decided to open my restaurant and never looked back.”

“I’m sorry,” Cassian said, quietly.

She finally looked at him and shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t make it any less painful of a memory,” he countered.

She just nodded. “It’s how it was supposed to be though, right? Wasn't meant to be.”

Cassian took another drink as he nodded, slowly.

“Anyway,” she began, clearing her throat before dunking herself back down under the water.

“Would you like my secret?” He asked, when she turned and rested her arms on the edge of the pool.

She shrugged. “If you feel so inclined. You didn’t lose the bet.”

He leaned back, letting his arms drape across the edge of the pool as well. “When I was eighteen, I broke my back. I decided to take a year off before I started school, and was working construction over the summer to save money. I wanted to travel for a while. But then I took a bad fall off a roof. I spent two weeks in the hospital and then was stuck in my bed for another ten. And Rhys and Az stayed by my side the whole time. They put off their last hoorah vacations before they went off to college to stay with me.”

Nesta’s eyes drifted to Cassian, drops falling from her lashes. “Doesn’t seem like a secret if people know about it.”

“You didn’t know,” he shot back.

Nesta smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Fair. That sounds awful.”

“It was,” he agreed. “I don’t know if you know this about me, but I don’t like to stay still for very long.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Nesta said, a little spark returning to her eye. “It was torture,” he followed, finishing off his drink. “Not being able to move. I played so many damn board games that I never want to look at one ever again.”

“Even if Nyx asks?” Nesta inquired.

Cassian gave her a lopsided grin. “Well, he’s the exception.” Nesta laughed, and Cassian shook his head. “I’d do anything for that kid. I think Rhys knew that, when he named me godfather.”

She understood that, related to it completely. Especially considering they had been named godparents together, regardless of their mutual distaste for the other. Their love for Nyx, for Rhys and Feyre, had been evident to everyone.

“I miss him,” she admitted, resting her cheek on the concrete. “I know it’s only one night, and I’m beyond appreciative, but… It’s weird not having him right inside.”

He nodded. “I get it. I do, too. I know Az and Elain can take care of him, and I’m sure he had a blast with Seph before they went to bed, but it hasn’t stopped me worrying about him.”

Nesta nodded, stretching her back. She took a drink from her beer. “Did you ever want kids of your own?”

He blew out a harsh breath and drained his own bottle before answering. “I never really considered it much, when I was younger. After my back healed, I was so focused on getting back to life that relationships and dating weren’t high on my priority list-.”

“But fucking was?” Nesta asked, smirking.

He rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly with a shoulder. “Maybe I was interested in sex more than relationships, I’ll admit. But before I knew it, my early twenties had come and gone. Everyone I knew was getting married and had babies on the way and… I was still the one living the bachelor life and decided to just run with it.”

“I get that,” Nesta agreed. “After…everything that happened with Tomas, I never wanted that again. My date with you and my date with Balthazar are the only two proper dates I’ve been on since college.”

Cassian lifted a brow. “And have you been on any improper dates?”

Nesta didn’t answer. Instead, her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as she finished off her beer.

Cassian’s grin widened. “I never knew you were such a freak, Archeron.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she muttered, which just made him laugh harder.

“I must admit, it’s nice to hear you talking about our infamous date so often tonight,” Cassian said, pulling himself out of the pool.

Nesta couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed, how the drops of water streamed down his back, between his shoulders, down to his waistline and the swim trunks, which rode low on his hips. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t say anything nice about that date, did I?”

“Absolutely not, but is there really anything nice to say?” he asked, sliding the screen door open. “I mean, you were an absolute nightmare.”

She gawked after him as he went inside, and once he came back with a small pyramid of beer cans, Nesta said, “I was a nightmare? You were a complete disaster!”

He scoffed, setting the cans down and cannon balling back into the pool. Even though she was already in the water, Nesta couldn’t help the squeal that left her. Cassian was grinning when he came up for air. “I forgot my wallet. I fully intended to pay you back, both monetarily and with the best sex you’d ever had in your life, but you decided to get huffy, stomp back to your front door and slam it in my face.”

“Oh, please,” Nesta said, reaching for a can and popping it’s top. Foam erupted from the opening and she put her mouth to it before it could drip into the pool. “You were over twenty minutes late, you wore work boots and a leather jacket to the nicest restaurant in Velaris, and we ran into your fuck buddy.” She drank deeply from the can, emptying it in one go. “As for the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, I’ve become very accustomed to and am just fine with my own hand, so you’re going to have to try pretty hard to do better than I myself can.”

She wiggled her fingers in his face and before she could register what was happening, his hand was wrapped around her own. As if he didn’t already know that. Cassian had caught her getting herself off in the bathtub, a memory that was seared into both of their heads. He tugged her closer and the empty can fell from her hands, floating on top of the water.

“I was talking about the past, sweetheart, but you seem to be talking about the present,” he breathed as her chest brushed against his own. “Who says my offer still stands all these years later?”

“You’d be a fool not to make that offer,” she breathed, and she knew the scent of beer was all he was breathing in.

“And would you accept it if I were?” he asked, one hand still wrapped around hers, the other snaking its way around her waist. “Still offering?”

Nesta’s breath hitched as their mouths grew so close, too close, close enough to reach out and taste his lips with a brush of her tongue.

It was tempting.

It would be stupid. Alcohol fogging her brain or not, Nesta knew it would be stupid.

But it was tempting, and in that moment, there were very few things Nesta could think about other than his hands against her skin, his lips a breadth width away from her own, and his cock she could very prominently feel twitching against her thigh.

Nesta’s lips brushed softly against his as she said, “Try and find out.”

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You Never Notice

Sykkuno x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The center of someone’s world is never aware of their importance even when everyone else is in the know. People are hard to understand, no denying, but if we all spilled our truth like how Y/N admitted her feelings to Sykkuno, mutual understanding would be achieved a lot more easily. JK, she needed an eternity and maybe a thousand pushes. What’s important is the result though, right?

Requested by Anon. You are my first Sykkuno request and I wish I could thank you with a tag. Instead, I’m gonna thank you with a fic in which I put my all. Thank you for the request, hope the final product doesn’t let you down. 🥰

Here we go again. Sykkuno’s love life is brought up. This time it’s more frustrating cause I can’t shout how wrong he is about himself and the effect he has on the people around him. He has no room to speak, he hasn’t experienced what I have - one of your best friends living in your head rent-free because you’re just that whipped by them. That’s right kids, some of us never grow past the middle school crushes - they are a constant for some. That can be a good or a bad thing, it completely depends on how you view it.

Currently, him and Rae are addressing some dating rumors that started spreading about them earlier this week while Felix, Sean and I are kicking each other’s butts in Party Animals. We’re not all playing together, actually, we were all playing different games when we hopped into the call and just grouped together after playing solo got boring. Rae and Sykkuno are playing Among Us on a random server, her being the only person who’s streaming right now. She said she just wanted to clear up the dating rumors cause they were annoying to see popping up on her feed on every social media platform she’s active on.

“It’s ridiculous, really. People just look for online personalities to put in imaginary relationships. Are they that bored? I know quarantine is getting to everyone, but damn“ Rae says, laughing a bit to take the edge off her words but I know she’s bothered by this ordeal more than she’s letting on. I know how much it bothers her when people ship random youtubers and streamers together, even when she’s not involved.

And I agree. Ever since I started streaming I’ve been shipped with my friends left and right. First Corpse, then Dave, Joel...you name them. It gets kinda gross cause these people are legit like siblings to me. Unlike Rae, though, I don’t waste my breath trying to clear those ‘talks of the net’ up. I don’t know if it’s for better of for worse that I remain silent on the issue when I’m involved but am willing to stand up for my friends when they find themselves in a similar situation. Some people think the reason I don’t share my thoughts is because the rumors are true, but the hint is most often taken, resulting in the ship ending. Well, that ship ending, there’s always a new one popping up. As Rae said, it’s ridiculous.

“Why does everyone think I am ever dating anyone? I’ve already commented on this: no one would date me.“ Sykkuno says through a sigh-like laugh.

“Why are you so sure?“ I blurt out without as much as a second thought

My eyes widen just a bit, just a bit. I’m not too surprised with myself. I am slowly losing control of my raging emotions and I’m afraid of what I’ll turn into when all my restraints snap. A mess, that’s the most likely answer.

“Well....“ Sykkuno trails off, clearly more than a little nervous, “I don’t have a girlfriend right now, and I haven’t had one in a while...Nor has a girl shown any interest to be more than friends with me in what feels like forever.“

“I’m sure you just don’t notice the hints girls drop. We can be pretty subtle.“ I try to sound as nonchalant as possible while I’m still in my panicked animal mode. And by animal I mean a cub. A scared cub that is now showing confidence but will run and hide right afterwards. I silently thank the universe that I’m not streaming right now. I can feel the heat on my neck and cheeks which is pure embarrassment and would have been more than evident on-camera.

“Yeah Y/N’s right, Sykkuno. Girls can be very subtle, but they will always let you know if they like you, even through the smallest of gestures. You gotta keep your eyes open.“ Rae backs me up reassuringly.

“Guys never notice anything.“ I say, rolling my eyes. I feel the pressure lessen thanks to Rae’s involvement in the conversation.

“That’s not true.“ Sean protests, “We pay close attention, especially to girls we are attracted to.“

“Yeah!“ Sykkuno pipes in again, “I’m pretty sure I would notice if a girl was dropping signals that she likes me.“

Now that stings. That legit makes me wince and cringe as though his voice delivered an actual physical hit to my chest and stomach. It’s really unpleasant, painful even.

“You never notice.“ There’s something about this triple opportunity - proving him wrong that he’d catch onto a girl’s signals; proving him wrong that girls aren’t attracted to him; coming clean about the biggest emotional struggle I’ve experienced in recent years; - that snaps my last emotional restraints. I will totally regret this later, but after the regret comes the relief which is 100% worth it.

“What?“ He sounds very puzzled. I can just about imagine him frowning as he tries to wrap his brain around something even I can’t wrap mine around.

“You say you’d notice a girl’s hints of attraction. OK.“ I nonchalantly throw Felix off the submarine in Party Animals while I keep talking, “Would you notice if a girl purposely doesn’t kill you in Among Us when she’s impostor? Or would you notice that a girl always sends you links to videos she finds funny? Or that she always shares music and movie recommendations with you and you only?“

Dead silence ensues. I feel like they have all glitched, considering Sean didn’t even try to put up a fight when I lifted him and threw him in the ocean as I previously did with Felix’s avatar.

Maybe I was a tad too specific and made the whole situation hit a little too close to home for me.

Sykkuno and I have become really close friends and we chat and play games regularly. As I mentioned, I give him movie and music recommendations and I only recently started acknowledging the fact that I’ve never killed him in Among Us. Natural instinct I guess. In fact, I feel the need for vengeance when he’s killed. I refuse to even vote for him unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Now that I think about it, it’s not his fault he has no clue. I just don’t know how to properly drop hints.

“Um...I mean, I guess I would notice but I’d never think they are that type of hints.“ He finally replies.

On point there, dear. On damn point.

“What does it take for you to be convinced that a girl is into you?“ Who cares that a bunch of people are about to witness this outpour? It’ll make it more real, yes, but it will also help me believe that it happened so I don’t try to crawl back to the point where return is an option. No return now. You’ve already passed two thirds of the way. The last one will set you and your mind free.

“The only way I can be sure is if she tells me, really.“ He sounds so nervous and shy, like he’s trying to draw as little attention as possible.

He doesn’t have to worry. I’m about to pull all the attention on me.

“Well in that case....you leave me no other choice.“ My screen displays me as the winner of this round of Party Animals - an easy one considering my friends are glitched in real life. “I like you, Sykkuno. I like you a lot. And I know you will see it from every context except the one its meant to be in so I’ll be even more head-on - I’ve liked you, as more than a friend for quite some time now, but buddy, you can be sooo oblivious sometimes. Anyway...“ Here’s that regret I was talking about, it’s already creeping in. “Don’t feel the need to say it back. I don’t wanna hear it if you don’t mean it. And Rae,“ I can’t help but laugh at the thought, “Sorry for making your chat go crazy. Peace!“

And I disconnect from the Discord call.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?“ I say out loud, staring at my desktop. “The cat’s out of the bag and you can move on now.“

I push myself to get some work done in order to get my mind off the mess I’ve created. I’m afraid of thinking about it, I know I’ll get too upset to do anything with the rest of my day if I do.

Suddenly, just as I’m about to open my email, my phone chimes. My brain doesn’t bother to stop my arm from automatically reaching out and checking the notification. A message.

From Sykkuno.

~ I knew you didn’t suggest me ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ for no reason

Me ~ So...?

~ So, I’m not the only oblivious one here, Y/N

Me ~ Wait WHAT?

~ ‘Nick And Norah’s Infinite Playlist’?

Me ~ Oooohhhh...I see

It takes him a few seconds to reply, the bubble with the three bouncing dots popping up and disappearing a few times now. I just now feel my heart banging against the inside of my ribcage, my pulse echoing in my ears.

He did seem a little too eager for me to watch that movie...

~ So, movie date?

I laugh, wholeheartedly and honestly. Genuine joy running through my veins.

Me ~ So it is.

The grin that is now decorating my features promises to stay there for the rest of the day. I bite my bottom lip at the thought that pops into my head.

Me ~ Phew, I can stop sparing you in Among Us from now on

He sends me three cry-laughing emojis in return, but I don’t need those. I can just imagine him laughing as he usually does with one hand covering his mouth. And here I thought my grin couldn’t grow wider.

Imagining him happy makes me smile. His happiness makes me happy. He makes me happy.

Even better...

I think the feeling’s mutual.

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[please blacklist spoiler tags: #loki tv series spoilers, #loki series spoilers, #loki spoilers]

I know I have missed a lot of people’s takes and reactions, there’s just - there’s so many. So I’m sorry if I’m inadvertantly repeating anyone or whatnot when I proceed to make my own posts.

Cut for length and spoilers.

Which is a segue into - I feel legitimately concerned, based on how many people are reading the TVA as being the moral authority and/or being on Loki’s side, and Mobius Dick’s interrogation being therapeutic for Loki (and how gross that is), along with an emphasis on ooc-ness for Loki and just overall cracks and fractures in the (what I thought was a) more or less solid episode -

I feel legitimately concerned that I may have wildly misinterpreted, like, everything, up to and including Loki’s characterization. And it’s actually kind of hilarious bc like -

Me: All opinions and interpretations are valid! No worries! Also I’m open-minded! Also I have no issue admitting I’m wrong!

Also me: *feels physically ill at the idea that my interpretation is so very wrong*

I’m not even lying, guys, my stomach is in knots. And I guess it’s because, like - I thought that it was pretty straightforward that the TVA are the antagonists here?? That Mobius isn’t Loki’s friend - he’s Loki’s interrogator and handler bc he needs Loki for his own purposes. That the “single sacred timeline” is not only nonsensical but also kinda fucked up (as Loki rightfully points out).

Like I’m watching these scenes and it doesn’t even occur to me to take the TVA’s word as the correct one here. Why would I? I’m taking Loki’s word as the correct one - Loki, the one who’s calling out everything that is stupid and ridiculous about the concept of the Timekeepers and the TVA, the one who is being scape-goated and is aware of it.

To touch on the ooc-ness of Loki - I mean, the first half of the episode was cringey and ooc, yeah; Loki was too over-the-top and the “comedic” tone didn’t quite land (I’m honestly wondering if Tom’s just not good at comedy? I mean, Betrayal was a genuinely funny play (and heartwrenching) but besides that, I can’t think of anything really comedic that he’s done.) but I’m willing to overlook that because when we got into the second half of the episode, he began to feel much more like the Loki I love.

Historically, Loki has consistently been the one to see the truth for what it really is and either saying or doing something about it. He actively tries to delay Thor’s coronation because he recognizes, when no one else does, that Thor is not ready to be king. He knows that Odin isn’t as righteous and wise as he pretends to be (and, in fact, he knows that Odin is guilty of more than Loki could ever be, and he calls that out too). He sees SHIELD as the farce it is (and possibly knows Hydra has infiltrated it; I headcanon that he knew but just didn’t care bc why would he?), and he sees Earth and the humans in a much more accurate light than Thor could hope to. You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers; the humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. Etc. Here, it’s the clowns are playing their parts to perfection (that’s the only quote I can remember right now).

And I mean, yeah, the narrative has never acknowledged that Loki is right about everything. It’s a huge source of frustration for me bc the narrative continues to be so black-and-white about heroes and villains and, being villain-coded, Loki doesn’t get to be validated no matter how right he is.

But I don’t think that’s the case here. I think, as the protagonist, his word holds a bit more weight. It should, at least, and I personally didn’t see anything that made me think that we shouldn’t consider Loki the authoritative voice in all of this. Loki, not the TVA.

Mobius’s interrogation? Was very clearly cruel and fucked up, to me. The sham of a fake ass trial that Loki had to endure, with the implication being that no one who stands trial is actually getting a fair trial bc the TVA has no intention of judging anyone not guilty? Fucked up, with horrifying implications. The process of deleting people from existence being literally as detached and soulless as a trip to the DMV (complete with tickets!)? Very disturbing. Like, none of these things are the traits that I would look at and say, hmm, yeah, these guys seem legit and totally correct about everything, too bad for Loki.

And Loki’s reactions to Mobius - his frustration, his defiance, and his eventual emotional breakdown (which we only saw when Loki was completely alone) all felt accurate to me. Again, there were a lot of over the top aspects of Tom’s performance here but I think what makes me more willing to overlook them is that, in general, we’re getting a more animated Loki than we’ve gotten to see him before, in a way that feels true to him as opposed to whatever was going on with him in Ragnarok.

He’s not in the middle of a mental breakdown/identity crisis. He’s not being mind-controlled anymore (or influenced). He’s not being villain-coded while Thor is propped up as the hero and the ideal which, to me, means that we are actually getting to see Loki’s personality when all of that is taken away and the only thing he’s got left is himself. It’s a really shitty situation and I hate that he’s in it, but after the initial exaggerated reactions, his response to it worked for me.

So - yeah. And now I’m like, biting my nails and my stomach is in knots bc I thought I knew Loki and I had a comfortable idea of Loki, and I thought I was more or less decent at interpreting things - but, so, clearly there were things happening and being picked up on that just whooshed right over my head bc it never occurred to me to be on the lookout for them in the first place. Does that make sense? I don’t even know what I’m saying.

Just - I am really, really doubting my own perception of what this series is attempting to do with Loki and it does not feel good at all. So I guess ultimately I am not capable of putting my money where my mouth is and treating all interpretations as valid, when it comes to myself. (I didn’t realize I was that far up my own ass so as to speak confidently about validity while telling myself that my idea is pretty correct.) Soo there we are.

Idk if I even want to post this but it’s time for me to clock out now so, for better or for worse, *hits post button*

#sorry this is rambly and i need to make it clear i am in no way #taking issue with anyone else's takes or opinions or feelings #i am more or less just saying that i'm doubting *my* takes and opinions and feelings #and i don't like how it feels #that's all #please don't @ me #loki tv series spoilers #loki series spoilers #loki spoilers #loki series meta

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Captain Bucheon 05

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Warnings: language, tension, (a bit unedited)

Word count: 3.6K

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Fifth: Birthday Party

The winter season had finally given way to spring, the cherry blossoms blooming around the campus. Your dorms still sucked, but one thing that was good was the beautiful pink trees welcoming you whenever you left or arrived from school or work. The entrance was full of cherry blossoms, and when you rushed to your early classes in the mornings, you'd catch cats curled up and sleeping on the fallen leaves.

Even though you enjoyed winter, you couldn’t deny the magical hope spring always managed to plant in you. If the smog wasn’t too severe (and in spring it always was) you could smell the distant scent of flowers, grass and life. Students and professors were scattered around the campus, making videos and pictures, the white and pink cherries a huge attraction even for the dullest person out there.

For some reason, however, this season also made you incredibly sad.

A very unnerving, in the corner creeping, emotion of yearning, longing, pining and all the other synonyms that expressed missing something you couldn’t quite pinpoint were eating you away. The sadness that made your mood so incredibly low and sad that you couldn't enjoy the cherry blossom season as much as you used to. It was a huge love of yours; every year during high school taking a long walk, wearing the uniform skirt not so horrible anymore while you and Yuyeon laughed at something stupid. That magical instance when the gentle breeze blew and the leaves created a pink rain fall--

Someone hitting you with folded paper was what snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned around, glaring at the intruder. “Yah, Oh Sehun!” you shouted, scowling.

Sehun was smiling brightly, your face expression entertaining him. “You looked like you were thinking too deeply. Didn’t want an accident.”

You rolled your eyes and watched him sit down on the bench opposite you. He put his backpack next to him before leaning on his elbows on the table. “Meaning?”

“You don’t think, you just do stuff. Thinking could have damaged you further and we don’t want-“

Your fist landed on his bicep and he laughed harder, not even bothering to fake the pain. “You are so dead, Sehun!”

After he calmed down he pretended to tap the tears away around his eyes which made you roll your eyes again. “Anyway, you know it’s next weekend, right?”

You frowned. “What is next weekend?”

Your question came out like a bite of an angry dog but you almost immediately forgot about your bicker when you spotted Yuyeon from afar; she was mingled among a small crowd of students but you could see whom she was talking to very well. After all, you saw the guy almost daily. Chul.

They seemed to be deep in conversation and he was nodding thoughtfully, taking her every word. While she was explaining something, he looked up to run his eyes over their surroundings carefully which, in your eyes, looked a little off.

“Hey-“ Sehun waved his hand in front of your face, “I’m right here, don’t ignore me. And Yuyeon was supposed to tell you.”

You snapped your eyes back to Sehun, still frowning. “She didn’t tell me anything regarding next week.”

Sehun groaned like a kid. “You’re a terrible friend anyway! You should have known it’s my birthday!”

Your eyes widened and you scrambled for your school diary (that was a huge mess) and aggressively listed through the pages until you landed on the second week of April. With small letters, Sehun’s birthday was noted on the paper with a little flower next to it.

“I’m not a bad friend, look,” you pouted, pushing your diary in his face.

With a sigh he was fast to push your hand away. “Well, mark it better. You’re coming for a little camping trip.”

“Camping trip? During school?”

Sehun looked at you dumbfoundedly before he started to giggle. “This is university, sweetheart, there is no such thing as school night anymore, and it’s funny that out of all people you complain when you’re the naughtiest kid on the campus. And besides, it’s on the weekend. You don’t work either,” he clicked his tongue and then proceeded to flick your forehead. “So no excuses.”

“Ouch, you DUCK!” you growled, massaging the throbbing skin with your fingers. “Why is your birthday in April out of all months!”

“Whoa, whoa, I could hear you guys from afar already,” a new voice chirped in and your eyes immediately snapped towards your best friend.

A little shocked at her cheerful attitude, you looked at the place you last saw her with Chul but, of course, he was nowhere to be seen anymore. The last thing you'd expect her to be like after a conversation with Chul was cheerful.

“It’s your fault, Yuyeon-ah. You forgot to tell Nari that I’m having a camping trip.”

“Oh,” Yuyeon seemed genuinely surprised as she sat down on the bench next to you. “It slipped my mind completely - and no, not your birthday but the trip!” She held her hands up quickly in defense before he could flick her forehead as well, Sehun’s scowling eyes sending daggers her way.

“Wonderful friends I have,” he muttered and shook his head in disappointment. “Well, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Thankfully I have friends who actually care,” he said and stood up, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

Both you and Yuyeon followed him with your eyes, perplexed at his sudden change of attitude. “Where are you going?” you spoke up at the same time with Yuyeon.

“Have some stuff to do for class. See you, losers!”

“What did just happen…”

“Well. Whatever, Sehun is weird,” you dismissed, not sparing his retreating figure any more glance as you turned to your friend. Swiftly bringing out your phone from your pocket, you searched for one contact you saved in the morning, and pushed the device into Yuyeon’s hands, ignoring her perplexed expression. “I need a favor. You need to call the police for me.”

“What?” She was only able to raise her eyebrows and give you a pathetic look. “What is it about?”

“I need them to come during the festival, it’s the security measures,” you said, almost whining because you yourself hated this irrelevant task you were given. “And I can’t risk that someone particular will pick up the phone.”

Yuyeon sighed but she had a soft expression as she nodded. She still threw you a skeptical look. “First of all, it’s bold of you to think that you’d have the pleasure to speak to the captain of the police himself when I’m sure they have some lowly workers doing this kind of job. Second? Fuck Chul. The hell is he thinking - giving you all the trash work, as if he isn’t the student president.”

Yuyeon mentioning Chul when they were just meeting minutes ago didn’t sit well with you. She didn’t mention talking to him whatsoever and you concluded she didn’t have the intention of doing it at all. Observing her for a little longer, you decided to deal with that problem later. She was your best friend. She would never do something to harm you.

After explaining all the details to Yuyeon, she finally called. It took almost fifteen minutes with the whole call procedure until you could talk with the relevant person in charge. To your and Yuyeon’s surprise, they already knew about the topic.

“Oh, so the event has been reported? And you already have a team to send for that day?” Yuyeon was repeating everything the person on the other side told her, giving you a surprised stare.

You shrugged, albeit worriedly before muttering under your nose: “Why did that fucker-“

“Alright, great. Thank you!” She put down the phone with a huff. “Well, that’s that. They already knew about this.” Her knee was going up and down, her teeth gnawing on her lower lip, tearing the dried skin. “Is Chul testing you or something? Why is he making you do stuff only for it to be already resolved?”

You shrugged again. “At least it’s done. Thank you,” you murmured, widening your eyes into those of a puppy before you pushed out your lower lip, pouting.

Yuyeon rolled her eyes and flicked you on the forehead. What was it with your friends flicking you today?

You scrubbed at the red spot on your forehead as she said: “Don’t mention it. What wouldn’t I do for this troublemaker, huh?” She smiled at you and pushed your phone into your hand. “Are you confident about running? And MCing for that bitch?”

You deflated even more. Your body was not built for running. And Siamsa requesting you to be the MC was just as suspicious as the whole police thingy being already resolved. “Nope! But who cares! It’s Oh Sehun’s birthday and you didn’t even bother telling me about the camping trip?”

She looked surprised for a moment before she realized something. “Oh, right, it slipped my mind. I have class projects and well… sorry. I was supposed to tell you.” Yuyeon looked apologetic and you wanted to ask what was the issue but decided against it.

“It’s okay. But I think he is legit mad.”

“I know.”

After that, the days became a blur. You tried your best to juggle running between studying sessions. Sometimes you would stay in the dorm room but the squeals of girls on the corridor would irritate you to the bits which eventually led you out of the dorms and into a coffee shop.

Assignments were piling up and Sehun’s trip was happening just before the midterms which wasn’t the best news. You tried hard to focus but the unstable job you had was also giving you a hard time. There had been another case where you didn’t manage to bring a box to the right door yet… much later you received a confirmation text. It was giving you stress. And you started to regret taking up the job at some point. Someone must have been delivering them. You were suspicious of this for a while but was too preoccupied with the task at hand to try to catch the culprit.

Well, could they be called a culprit when, in fact, they were doing you a favor? If more than anything, it was the unsettling feeling that you were being played by someone you probably didn't know, since Chul was doing anything but talking about this job.

Instead, he was always hot on your heels, were it the running practice that you swore you’d give up, because coach Lim was relentless, or he was bothering you about the damn MC thing, bugging you about doing well and trying to be your best possible version. Just thinking about having to pretend in front of Siamsa, when you knew she was Baekhyun's ex, and a complete piranha behind the scenes, made you go nuts. It had certainly been a while since you wanted to be done with something this much and at the same time dreading the moment it would come.

If that wasn't giving you anxiety, you also had to make sure not to go to the running track outside of your scheduled training. The possibility of running into Baekhyun was scaring you. Unable to pinpoint why exactly, you just decided to ignore the topic, despite finding yourself daydreaming about facing him again. Daydreaming about certain moments with him that actually happened, but they were buried deep inside you, hidden under stocks and stocks of much more memorable memories than those created with him.

Since you never saw him after that incident where you slapped him, you were more relaxed (and a little guilty).

Currently, you took the empty beer bottle in your hands, music blasting loudly as you stood up on the top of the table, enjoying the cheering from your small audience that you stole away from the birthday boy, Sehun.

You pushed me away with your very hands

Once were so wanted by me

As soon as Yuyeon recognized the lyrics, she jumped up to join you, taking an empty soju bottle in her hand and made a microphone out of it. You were fast to drape your heavy arm around her neck and shouted:

What can I do?

What should I do?

I no longer have your breath with me

But I am still loving you

Sehun was facepalming in the background because you had been high on this song since last year, after the harsh breakup. He knew the signs very well and he could only sigh harder when he saw a message from the only person missing at the late night party:

Just arrived

Coming in now

“Oh, dear,” he scrunched up his face, looking at you exaggeratedly rolling your hips to follow Rain's dance moves. He had to admit you were too good at those moves.

As soon as you heard cat calls, your hands went flying up to your hair, lifting it up to reveal your neck before you pushed your bum out, sliding your hands lower, outlining your breasts.

“Jesus, she is on fire!” someone shouted.

You giggled loudly and Yuyeon slapped your butt, making you squeal before the both of you continued with the song that made you want to weep and give up yourself to someone at the same time; give up yourself to a certain someone.

With the way you used to look into my eyes

You dramatically turned to Yuyeon who mimicked you, both of you staring into each other's eyes before you turned back to back, feeling her bum pressed into yours. With a swift sway of your head, you got rid of your messy hair that was obscuring your sight, spotting a mop of messy blond hair before singing:

Please turn back to me and just feel my heart

And could you please tell me

Your eyes locked with Baekhyun's who was standing motionlessly on the doorstep, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

That you still love me

The words left your mouth, and you became breathless.

Was it the booze? Or did Byun Baekhyun just look hundred times more appealing to you after drinking? What was the captain even doing there in the first place? Wasn't he a little old to be here celebrating Oh Sehun's birthday with the kids that he thought you were?

Not daring to even blink, you continued your charade, enjoying the way his eyes wandered down your body when you swayed your hips to the rhythm, rolling your hips to the surface of the table and enjoying yourself a little too much. You were wearing hip jeans and a crop top, the textile straining over your breasts just the way you wanted it to be tonight. The revealed belly and the dimples on your lower back just above the belt of your jeans was teasing enough to bring a little craze to the audience you earned. Your want doubled with the knowledge that Baekhyun was present.

Eventually, you turned to Yuyeon and finished singing the heartfelt song, while your brain was trying to ignore the fact that the person you imagined in this song was present in the room.

“Hey, thanks a lot for dropping by,” Sehun greeted Baekhyun when he walked over to him. Baekhyun had a slight smile on his lips.

“Happy birthday, buddy,” he wished and bumped fists before patting him on the shoulder. “You decided to keep a low image this year?” asked Baekhyun when Sehun pushed a red cup into his hand and sat next to Sehun, once again angled the way so that he could see your eyes the whole time.

Sehun raised a thick eyebrow before tipping his chin towards yours and Yuyeon's direction. “Is that what you call a low image?”

Baekhyun shook his head, but he was amused. He let his eyes wander back to you for a moment, just when you were getting off the table. One guy held your hand, helping you down while bulging his eyes at your breasts. Baekhyun suppressed the annoyance bubbling inside of him at the sight. “Did she have a lot to drink?”

“Well, she had enough to become her old self,” mumbled Sehun, taking a calculating sip from his beer. “Enough to want to make a scene, so I'd watch myself if I were you.”

“She hates me. I don't think she'll even acknowledge me.”

Sehun let out a snort and Baekhyun shot him a curious look. “That whole fucking song was about you. She acknowledged you just fine.”

Baekhyun let out a breathy laugh of disbelief. The images of meeting your heated gaze over the crowd while you were rolling your hips around left him just a little breathless. You were too sexy for Baekhyun. And too forbidden.

Before the both of them could fall into silence, Sehun said: “Did you resolve anything with Siamsa? I love you, dude, but I can't let your stupid ex ruin Nari anymore.”

Baekhyun wasn't surprised at the change of the topic. Sehun had been bugging him after he found out you were requested by Siamsa herself to be the MC of her short stage during the university festival.

Baekhyun was restless about the whole deal, especially after her unexpected visit at his place. About that he didn't tell the younger male, not wanting him to worry even more. “Don't worry, Sehunah, I have it under control.”

“Well, make sure you really do,” muttered Sehun as he leaned closer to Baekhyun. “She acts strong, but she is anything but that.”

It was two hours later when you found yourself in the crowd, dancing by yourself. Yuyeon wasn't around anymore, being snatched away by a guy while you were drinking shot by shot, enjoying yourself and at the same time desperately trying to stay sober because Baekhyun was lurking around. And that made your heart beat too wildly; the alcohol had nothing to do with it.

There were so many bodies around you, sweating and grinding against each other. It almost made you want to turn back until you felt someone’s front pressed to your back. Under normal circumstances you’d immediately pull away but his scent wafted over your senses and you just knew.

It was him.

His breath was on the back of your hair, a little irregular, and then you felt his feather touch on the inside of your arms as he trailed his fingertips over the sensitive skin of the inside of your elbows until he let them dance over your wrists and pushed the fingers through the slits of your hands, interlacing your fingers.

Spikes of electricity shot through your insides and you hummed though you knew he couldn’t hear you over the loud music. Involuntarily you pressed yourself back and his breath fanned your neck as he lowered his head.

There were so many things you should have done immediately; push him away or walk away but despite your turbulent emotions that kept clashing in a fight with brain and heart, you felt safe in his arms, in his presence and his touch. His nose traveled your cheek and he nuzzled the side of your face with his. Your heart was about to jump out of your rib cage. The urge to just turn and kiss him was so strong but ugh. You still hated him so much. So, so much. To the point you wanted to scream and shout and at the same time kiss him senseless and let him have his way with you.

“Why is it that whenever I try to avoid you, you appear?” he murmured into your ear and you tried to shimmy away from the ticklish feeling. “Why is it that whenever I’m with another one, you’re the one I see behind my closed eyes?” You felt the lightest of touches of his lips that were parted, so smooth and so alluring, teasing you on the side of your cheek. “Why is it always you, Lee Nari?”

You almost thought it wasn't real. It couldn't. Baekhyun would do anything but a move on you.

But one swift turn and you faced him, his eyes focused on yours. “And why is it always you, Byun Baekhyun?” you squeezed his fingers gently, still interlaced with yours.

“You should go and rest, Nari, you had enough to drink,” he told you suddenly, moving closer. He realized that booze was talking more than what he would have said under normal circumstances.

Breathily, you zoomed in on his lips, bewitched by the way they shaped whenever he said certain words. The would pucker and form a cute pout and-

“Nari, let's get you to sleep,” he repeated.

“Do you still want me, Baekhyun?” you asked instead, almost eagerly.

Baekhyun wasn't surprised, yet he didn't answer. You were intoxicated and he expected some kind of confrontation, but the longing in your eyes spoke volumes and he knew you wouldn't be slapping him tonight. He had only two cups of beer but he already knew he was acting braver than he should have. The need to kiss you and just be with you only grew and alcohol made his well preserved restraints weaker.

“You don't want me anymore, right?” you said, misunderstanding his silence. You stepped away. “If I would have wanted to build up the bridges you would have said no and still play with my feelings,” you whispered, heart-broken. Even though I still want you so bad…

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A/N: I do not know when will be the next update, sorry about that. Ive been focusing a lot on AY since my writing juices are overflowing for that story for now. Sorry to make you wait and I do hope you stick around ☺💛

This chapter is a little breaking point; next chapter the festival is going down! Poor Nari...

Here is my new curiouscat if you want to let me know your thoughts ^^

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ben-the-hyena · 2 years

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Could you do 001 with School for Vampires, please?

Oh boy it's been long !

Favorite character: Dr Ironfang, if you guys remember my 2014 phase around him I was CRAZY about him, finding him hot and funny and drawing him all the time XD Love his design, love how strict and feared he is yet how humane and open minded he still can be at surprising times. Batoria is a very close second for how cute she is as well as her pure brattiness which in the end has no real malice but just troll rebellious energy

Least Favorite character: Polidori is so fucking stupid and annoying seeing vampires where there are none and humans when they actually are vampires omfg someone actually bite him

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): adult Batoria X Dr Ironfang (not only this must not be surprising in a society where the citizens are immortal, but holy shit they have so much contrast him being all about rules and order and closing schools and she being a hooligan who keep being expelled that it would be funny he does know her case and they hate each other but once they meet again as she is adult THINGS CHANGE AND THEY INITIALLY HATE IT), adult Stoker X adult Sunshine (I love to take the fact that as kids Stoker not wanting to bite her and them falling in love with each other 2 times for different plot reasons hinted at the fact it could happen in the future, it would be a hilarious irony for him who wants to be a bloodthirsty vampire who doesn't care about humans and she who is all over Oscar as kids but eh feelings change with age), Leechy X Ravena (THEY ARE SO CUUUUUTE NERD LOVE), adult Oscar X adult Gothetta (again, feelings can change with time and he could realize she always was there for him, especially with how bad I felt for Gothetta not to be reciprocated in her feelings in the show as kids but she says nothing because she wants him happy) and Sunshine X Oscar (ngl even if I HC their love will fade with age at the moment they are so cute and sweet

Character I find most attractive: DR IRONFANG HEEEEEH I HAVE SHIT TASTES

Character I would marry: DID I STUTTER ?!

Character I would be best friends with: Well I do know Oscar wouldn't bite me for sure and he is sweet so I would gladly lol plus maybe Gothetta and Ravena if I make sure that they get polite enough not to try to lol

a random thought: I never got to draw that show's style right wtf it's so simple why can't I get the faces right

An unpopular opinion: I am not a fan of Gothetta's haircut. Never was. Sorry lol

My Canon OTP: Leechy X Ravena of course

My Non-canon OTP: BATOFANG OF COURSE

Most Badass Character: Count Von Horrificus. Red eyes, classy, powerful cold and strict yet understanding, looking like 1996 Dracula... He is the most badass vampire in the whole show

Most Epic Villain: Maxine Shriek not only is hot, she is a legit threat with her shadow control and her motive of getting her revenge by hurting her enemies' loved ones by befriending them first, and a revenge out of love at that making her at the same time sympathetic as evil as it is. Pure bitch I love it

Pairing I am not a fan of: I see a lot of people ship Count Von Horrificus and Lady Kryptina and... I never saw it. They more feel like colleagues and friends to me

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): none that I think of

Favourite Friendship: the friendship between all the kids is cute and great. But I also love Stoker becoming best friends with that skeleton kids in that one episode where he learns to open up and be less of a selfish jerk, and even if I made it up I love to imagine Batoria and Ravena best friends despite their opposite personalities because I think it'd be cute

Character I most identify with: none, to be fair

Character I wish I could be: I don't know if I want to be any of the characters I find cool since it would mean eating from humans on a daily basis lol they are cool to the audience because they are cool to the kids who are of the same species as them BUUUUT of course they are not to humans

#school for vampires #ask #moi #fandom #ksenyav1307

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Ateez: Teasing Them In Front Of The Members (Rated)

May contain certain NSFW scenarios.

Kim Hongjoong:

Truthfully, it wasn't something you purposefully planned to happen, nor did you actually want to tease him in front of the others while you all watched a movie. You were just so needy for affection at that moment and Hongjoong didn't seem to get the hint.

"What's the pout for?" He asked as he looked at your sad face.

"Daddy! I want you to cuddle me!" You whined at him.

When you spat out that word, San choked on his drink, Yeosang and Jongho covered their mouths, Wooyoung had popcorn falling out of his mouth, Mingi and Yunho just widened their eyes and Seonghwa snorted. But Hongjoong had panic written all over his face and you hid your face when you realized what you said.

"Oooh I didn't know you were into that stuff." Seonghwa teased his best friend.

"Hyung! You seriously like being called Daddy?!" San exclaimed, really shocked yet amused at the revelation.

Hongjoong got over his shock and simply smirked at them.

"Yeah she calls me Daddy. Jealous?"

He simply shrugged it off and finally pulled you close to him to cuddle you, and they all resumed watching the movie. You thought it was all over until Hongjoong whispered in your ear.

"Just wait until we're alone. You wanted Daddy's attention so badly? Don't worry, you'll definitely get it."

Park Seonghwa:

All throughout dinner with the boys, you kept poking fun at Seonghwa. You didn't start it, Wooyoung and San, as usual, kept picking at him and somewhere along, you joined in on the fun. It was funny to you seeing his reactions. You wanted to see just how far you could push him, how much he'd let you get away with. His patience was definitely surprising, because although he'd glare at you every now and then, he wouldn't really budge.

"Y/N. Behave." He simply told you, as he went back to eating.

Now you felt you had your chance.

"Or what? You'll bend me over and spank me?" You smirked at him.

All you heard was the sound of Seonghwa dropping his fork on his plate harshly, his eyes burning right into you. Everyone was silent, the air suddenly got really tense and nobody wanted to say anything anymore. That's when you know, you were screwed.

Seonghwa scoffed before getting up and walking over to you. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and made his way to his room.

"I suggest you all leave for a few hours. I've got a little brat here that needs to be reminded their manners." Was the only warning he gave the rest of them before slamming the door shut.

"Who wants to get ice cream?" Hongjoong suggested and immediately all of them got up and practically ran out the door, not wanting to hear what Seonghwa was planning for you.

Jeong Yunho:

It was supposed to be a normal movie night with the boys. So why must you torture Yunho like this? He didn't think that when he'd agree to let you sit on his lap, that you had other plans and were bent on seeing him flustered. At first he thought you were simply adjusting yourself, trying to get comfortable. Boy was he wrong. When you started grinding against him, he knew he walked straight into a trap.

"Babe....don't." He whispered, his hands gripping your hips in an attempt to stop you from going any further.

You looked back at him and feigned innocence.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

However, you shifting around, clearly grinding against his growing erection said something completely different. Yunho tried to focus on the movie but your movements weren't helping. He grabbed a nearby blanket and covered your bottom halves with it. At least that way no one would suspect anything.

Yunho tried to hold back the noises threatening to escape his lips. He hid his face in your neck, thankful that they chose a scary movie. In one particular jump scare, he took advantage of the fact all the others screamed their lungs out to let out a groan when he felt himself cum inside his pants.

"Yunho, are you ok?" Yeosang asked him, looking at his flustered state.

"Huh? Yeah.... I just got really scared." He quickly replied, hoping no one noticed.

Kang Yeosang:

You were busy cooking food for the boys. They've been working so hard, and you felt they deserved it. So obviously your mind was occupied with making sure nothing burned and everything would turn out perfect. Yeosang however kept distracting you, whether it was by poking your sides or trying to pull you into a hug. He was needy, you could tell, and if you ignored him, he was pouting and letting out a tiny whine.

"Yeosangie, let me finish here and then we can cuddle ok?" You hoped he'd back off and let you finish your task.

He seemed hell bent on making that impossible for you though. He began taking away things he knew you needed, or threatening to add things to the food, luckily you stopped him, or one of the other guys, who were casually hanging around. You decided to put an end to his bratty behavior. When you caught him trying to take away the salt, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him against you.

"Baby boy... I would appreciate it if you let me finish, I wouldn't want to have to punish you later tonight? Do you?" You cocked your head to the side and smirked at him.

Yeosang turned beet red at your comment and the giggles coming from the other members weren't helping. He was embarrassed, he could only nod and backed away from you. You sighed. You really didn't want to tease him like that in front of the others, but he left you no choice.

Choi San:

Maybe you had a little too much alcohol in your system, maybe it was the fact all of you decided to go clubbing and the environment just made you want to get crazy. Whatever it was, San definitely wasn't a fan of your overly chatty mouth right now. You kept teasing him. At first it started lightly, but then it got to be too much. Wooyoun wasn't helping either, not with following along and certainly not with how close he was to you. It made him insanely jealous.

"Y/N......" San grabbed your attention by pulling you off Wooyoung's lap and setting you next to him.

"What?" You asked in a mocking tone.

"Shut up." He ordered you, his eyes piercing into yours.

"Make. Me." You scoffed at him.

Having had enough, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. He dragged you across the club and made his way into one of the bathrooms. You kept protesting, telling him to let go of you, but he was not listening. He pressed you against one of the walls and gripped your jaw, making you shut up instantly.

"On your knees. Right now you dirty brat." He commanded you in a sharp tone.

You slid down and obeyed his orders. He never took his eyes off you. He only smirked as he began unbuckling his belt.

"Want me to shut you up? Don't worry, I'll make sure to shut that mouth of yours."

Song Mingi:

All of you were hanging out together, playing games while enjoying a bunch of ice cream and popsicles. It was summer and they were a must. You decided it would be funny to mess with your boyfriend for a little bit. Making sure that he was looking over at you, you winked at him before sliding most of the popsicle inside your mouth, almost to the point of deep throating it. Mingi legit froze and just stared at you for a moment, trying to process what was happening. However his face caught the attention of the other members.

"Mingi what's with you?" Yunho asked.

"I think his brain finally stopped working." Hongjoong said.

Yeosang however followed Mingi's gaze and looked over at you. You quickly tried to hide what you were doing but failed.

"Y/N! You're disgusting!" Yeosang exclaimed when he realized what you were doing.

"What? Why?!" San asked.

"Cause they were right there deep throat-"

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Quiet you!!" Mingi shouted, covering Yeosang's mouth so no one would hear the rest.

"And you! No more popsicles for you!" Mingi continued as he snatched the popsicle stick away from you, sweat dripping down his forehead from how flustered he was.

Jung Wooyoung:

Having dinner at a restaurant with the boys was nothing new, they often liked going out, and you liked spending time with your boyfriend. After you were all done eating, of course they wanted to talk their hearts away. The conversation wasn't particularly interesting, and you decided to have a little fun. Maybe it was a little dangerous, especially given that you were in a public setting, with the boys right there with you, but you didn't care. You rested your hand on Wooyoung's thigh. At first, he thought nothing of it, you often did it. But slowly, it crept its way in between his legs, palming him and making him get hard instantly. You watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed hard when he realized what you were doing, but he quickly got over his flustered state.

His hand tapped your thigh, silently commanding you to spread them out for him. You only shut them more, not willing to budge. When he pinched your thigh harshly, that's when you opened them and he wasted no time in slipping his hand and began rubbing you through your panties. You stiffened when he pressed hard on it, biting down on your lip to suppress any noise that was threatening to spill out from your lips. You definitely weren't expecting him to give you a taste of your own medicine.

He looked over at you and leaned close to you.

"You really wanna play this game? Fine. Let's see how long you can last." He whispered in your ear, his fingers moving your panties to the side so he could have direct contact with your clit.

You scoffed at his challenge, your fingers making a quick work of his zipper, slipping easily inside his boxers. You definitely weren't going to give in so easily. And that's how you two ended up playing with each other under the table, trying hard not to get caught and not give in to the other person.

Choi Jongho:

You purposefully decided to wear a thong under your skirt for the day. You don't know why, but you knew you wanted to mess with your boyfriend for a little bit. When you showed up to the dorm, he definitely had no clue what you were up to, although he did thought you looked adorable.

Everything was going fine for a while. Nothing out of the ordinary. But then suddenly you got your chance to strike. You went to pick up something that one of the boys dropped, which was conveniently right in Jongho's sight. You bent down, making sure that your skirt would rise up enough for him to see what was underneath.

When you came back up, you looked behind you to see Jongho's reaction. Boy was shook. He just stared at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. You chuckled softly and were walking back to your seat in the living room, but Jongho grabbed your hand and excused you two before taking you to his room.

"Are you crazy?!" Jongho asked you once he shut the door.

You tilted your head to the side. "What? You didn't like the view?"

"You! Aish! No- I mean yes! I mean, ugh!" He stuttered.

"Of course I liked it, but what if one of my Hyungs had seen? I don't like them seeing what only I can!" He huffed and crossed his arms

You giggled at his words and cupped his cheeks.

"Ok, I'll make sure it won't happen again."

"Oh trust me it won't."

He wasted no time rummaging through his closet, looking for something to cover you up in.

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#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez smut

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