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justporo · 7 months

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Who's the goose... (1)

Finally having arrived in Baldur's Gate, Astarion finds the wrong pocket to pick - and gets turned into a goose as punishement. Peace was never an option.

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Author's Note: This might as well have been the stupidest idea I've ever had but I couldn't get it out of my head, so here we are. Thanks for input and giving me some more stupid ideas for this to my bf, @tatterings, @bearhugsandshrugs and @the-littlest-raindrop and @megschaef98 for already cackling about it (and everyone else on that server for your love and support!); ah also Neil Newbon for coming up with this... The wonderful little doodle is once more done by the lovely @azaani-art!

Pairing: Uhm, Goosetarion(Astarion)/GN!Tav (You)

Rating: Stupid

Warnings: goose? (I'm sorry, I'm really just running with the bit by now...)

Wordcount: 3,7k

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A goose sat in front of you all.

And it looked weirdly humanoid how it sat there: tiny rubbery legs stretched out in front of it and the wings too – as if it didn’t know how to properly move or place them.

The goose’s head turned around on the long neck to look at you and your companions out of its small red button eyes. The feathers on top of its head were a bit ruffled and almost gave it the look of having a flurry of white curls right there.

It lifted its stretched out wings a little. Looked at them one after another and made a small croaking noise as it did so.

That made it shut its beak again and snap its red gaze back to you.

You looked down at the goose in shock. The goose looked at you with what you presumed was shock too.

And then it opened its beak wide and started wailing with loud honks, as loud as its avian lungs would allow.

The party had finally arrived at Baldur’s Gate. And then had quickly realised that none of you had really an idea where to start your investigation. So, you had taken to walk around the Lower City and just casually ask around to find out more about what seemed to be going on in the city – especially with this Lord Enver Gortash and his newly established Steel Watch.

The day had been long and exhausting. You all kind of had forgotten how a day without a battle, killing and mortal peril was spent – just walking around in the city, engaging in inconspicuous small talk and trying not to lose your mind by getting nowhere with it – what could possibly be more dreadful than that?

Morale had already been low since the start. Halsin had very obviously been a bit unsettled by the big, bustling city, no matter how much he had tried to hide it. Jaheira had just stoically taken in the city and what had changed since she had last been there. Lae’zel had basically been gnawing on your ears with her complaints of how stupid your approach of talking to people was. That in turn had made Shadowheart almost want to choke her (again). And Wyll had become awfully silent since you’d entered the city – too much was weighing on his mind. Gale was just sad.

Karlach probably was the only one in quite the happy mood: since it’s been a very long time for her since she’s actually been to Baldur’s Gate she was just amazed by everything she saw. And she promptly called that out. Every. Single. Thing. So really not doing anything to help with the low mood of the group.

You had just tried to make the best out of it although you certainly had had to admit to yourself that the missing success of your day had been weighing on you also. But you had tried to be stubborn about it.

Astarion had walked by your side the whole day, surprisingly diligent on his part. You had felt that he was tense – as could have been expected upon entering the lair of his master again. But he had really tried to support you with your current goals – and you were absolutely thankful for that.

But as the day had grown late you had felt the annoyance rise in him too, just as much as it had within you.

It had already become dark in the city. Lanterns and the pale moonlight now had been the only sources of light. You had known that the group should’ve soon gotten back to the inn to retire for the night – despite having found out nothing today.

But you had wanted to push for one last attempt - unfortunately. And when you had happened upon a rather feisty older fellow, Astarion’s thin-stretched patience had finally snapped.

After you had tried to talk to this guy and he had only kept answering in riddles, you had been about to give up when you had noticed that the vampire beside you had disappeared.

You had feared nothing good from this finding and sure as all Nine Hells you had seen how Astarion had tried to sneak up on this man and pickpocket him.

And this had been, when things had really gone sideways – and then backwards; and down a hill.

With Astarion’s hands still in his robe the man had turned around to the vampire and looked him straight in the eye: “What do you think you’re doing there, young man?” He hadn’t even sounded awfully angry, rather a bit amused.

Astarion had simply blinked at him, absolutely dumbfounded that he had so easily been found out. The guy had watched him for a second longer with a small, suppressed smile playing on his lips and then started to whisper as an ominous purple glow had started to emit from him.

The vampire had hastily tried to scurry back, but it was already too late. An explosion of purple light had blinded you all and made you turn away with groans.

And when you had turned around again, both men standing there had been gone, only a single goose left in their place that had looked dazed and very out of place.

So here you were now: with a vampire turned into a screaming goose.

You really didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry – probably both. The wailing from polymorphed Astarion was ringing in your ears. Gods, geese could be really loud, couldn’t they?

You looked around your group of friends in desperate need for help.

Karlach had completely lost it, almost doubled over on the cobblestone street. Even Lae’zel bit her bottom lip in an attempt to not burst out laughing, covering half her face with one of her hands. But most of your other companions just looked as shocked and surprised as you.

Gale had his hand on his chin and was obviously very deep in thought – surely, he was already figuring something out to fix this mess. At least you immediately deeply hoped for it.

For a moment you just stood there. Warm, orange light from some nearby windows was lighting the absurd scene. The goose’s wailing drifted to the background for a few moments as your vision blurred and your gaze wandered miles away.

How exactly had you ended up in this ridiculous situation? Out of everything, how had all the steps you had taken led you to this night where your already traumatised soulmate had been turned into poultry and was now shouting the whole city down? Didn’t you have enough on your godsdamned plate already? Would the damned gods ever give you a break?

Your eyes started to burn and water as you stared into the void. You really couldn’t take much more.

But how many times had you been at this point? Too many already anyways.

So, you did, what you always did: took a deep breath, closed your eyes for a hot second, pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose and tried to focus your thoughts again.

You’d find a way out of this and if not… Well, you’d find a way to live with Astarion as a goose, for better or for worse.

When you focused again on the scene, you saw how Halsin was slowly approaching the goose that was Astarion and was still honking as if his life depended on it – and maybe it did, who knew? Gale was whispering an incantation and focusing on the goose. The rest was just still standing around with quizzical looks on their faces or casually losing it and losing their last shreds of sanity.

Halsin had almost reached the crying bird, all the while softly mumbling calming words to Astarion. The druid stretched out his arms as if he planned to pick up the still screaming animal.

But just before he could reach it, Astarion saw it coming, stopped his whining and jumped up with fluttering wings. With a quickness that would have been astounding for such an animal, had you not known that it was normally a dexterous rogue, the goose got up from its awkward sitting position and snapped at the fingers of the druid. Halsin immediately recoiled and looked a little hurt.

Astarion was flaring his big white wings now – lifting them up and his long goose neck stretched out, ready to snap again at anyone that tried to touch him. At least he had stopped honking now and was just swaying his head around at all of you standing around him in a loose half circle – ready to fight anyone who would dare touch a single feather on his head.

“Astarion?”, you asked cautiously, fearing that the transmutation hadn’t altered the vampire’s mind as well. The goose immediately turned to you, a small and much more silent honk left its throat. Its wings lowered a little as soon as it heard your voice. “I know this will sound stupid given the situation, but uh, please try to calm down?”, you asked him and made a grimace while you helplessly stretched out your arms to him, bending your knees.

Astarion honked once more in a clearly annoyed tone and let his wings sink fully as if he was letting his shoulders drop in defeat.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered and felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Meanwhile the others had started to get out of their stupor or calmed themselves from their laughter. Everyone stayed clear of the clearly readily violent goose though.

You crouched down fully and stretched out your arms even more towards the animal that kept watching you intently. With no more words or honks, the goose settled down its wings and carefully waddled over to you and your opened arms.

Once Astarion was very close you couldn’t help yourself but go to your knees and reach out both your arms wider for the animal – ready to give it a hug. Astarion slowly stepped into them and you carefully wrapped your arms around the goose as it made a small honk. It sounded pretty sad and helpless and you could suddenly feel tears well up in your eyes.

You held the much smaller animal. The feathers were surprisingly soft and Astarion carefully placed his small goose head on your shoulder with another quiet honk. It was so light you could barely feel it at all resting there.

The mood in the group had suddenly soured watching you take your partner in your arms – no matter the actual ridiculousness of the situation.

You held the goose and petted it softly, until Gale interrupted the awkward silence with an exclamation.

“Aha”, the wizard made and came back out of his trancelike concentration. He looked around in some confusion as everyone watched the tragic scene of you sadly hugging the poor animal that had awkwardly stretched out its wings a little to return the sentiment – it hadn’t really worked well.

“Uhm”, Gale made and then cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention. The group just looked at him in silence.

“By the gods, what is with the sudden graveyard atmosphere? You all do realise Astarion is not de- I mean…”, he started sassily and interrupted himself when he realised his mistake. And before he could start again, the bird in your arms had started writhing and honking again. Obviously, Astarion had opinions on not getting the same kind of compassion from Gale as from the others now.

He tried to break free from your arms, but you held him easily – he was just… a goose after all. Although, you got whacked in the face by his wings several times. “Astarion!”, you scolded him. “I really don’t think you’re in a position to be feisty right now. And I’m pretty sure he has something to share that will help about the situation you are in. And might I add, the situation you put yourself in on your own!” A bit of anger welled up in you at the vampire and his godsdamned shenanigans that had landed you all in this mess now. Also his audacity to still be sassy about it – not even being turned into a featherball could stop him from that, it seemed.

The goose calmed down, reluctantly. Its beak was still open as it stared at the wizard – probably the equivalent of the vampire baring his teeth at him. You carefully let him go and just sat down backwards on the ground. You could use it right now.

“Now, if we’re not in a poultry house anymore”, Gale continued cheerily and gave the present poultry a death glare. The goose gave a very slight hiss – at least he had retained that capability.

You waved Gale to please go on.

“Alright, it’s – as you might’ve figured already – a transmutation spell. And might I add a mighty one. I really have no idea who that fellow was, but it surely was the wrong pocket to pick, Astarion – or might I say Goosetarion”, the wizard explained in his scholarly manor and wiggled a finger at the goose while grinning – earning himself another hiss. At least someone present seemed intrigued about the whole situation.

Hearing that it was a mighty spell already let your heart sink. But Gale went on and everyone just listened intently: “The good news is though: transmutations spells can’t be held for overly long. So, I’d say we’re back with our sassy humanoid companion in about…” Gale drew out his words as everyone hung on his lips.

“I’d say twenty-four hours at the latest.”

“TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, came back the answer in unison from almost all the companions – and a mournful honk. Your mouth fell open but honestly you were immediately flooded with relief that you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of your life with a goose – although you would have committed to that.

“Tchk, and what are we going to do with him in the meantime? Walk him around on a leash? We can’t waste any time!”, Lae’zel commented. Karlach started to snicker again, and so did Shadowheart and Wyll around her.

Goosetarion small red eyes flashed viciously and he quickly lashed out at her like he had at Halsin before, aiming for the githyanki ankle. But Lae’zel had the upper hand and quickly pushed him away with her foot – not exactly kicking him but not exactly being gentle either.

The goose landed ungracefully on its back, legs flailing in the air while it kept complaining and trying to get up again.

“Lae’zel”, you shouted but she simply shrugged at you.

“Well, what else are we going to do? Tomorrow will just be another day of walking around the city trying to gather more information. What harm can it be then? Also, it’s not like we could just leave him here anywhere anyway. Beastly as he is, but he’s still only a goose now, we need to protect him”, Wyll chimed in sympathetically. You nodded your head in agreement and the others muttered their agreement, although some just a tad reluctantly.

Goosetarion in the meanwhile had waddled back over to you to be embraced again, head hanging slightly, doing his best to look like… well, a kicked goose.

You softly stroked his long feathery neck and noticed to your amusement that his rump started to wiggle when you did that. It surely seemed he wasn’t aware that he was doing that. You couldn’t hide a grin and you saw that Halsin grinned at you and the goose too.

“Can we just go back to the inn then? It’s already super late and my feet hurt”, Shadowheart added after it had been settled. Everyone hummed in exhausted agreement.

And so you went on your way. You softly got up from your seat on the cobble road while the goose complained about the lack of caressing happening. You stretched your back and watched after your friends that had already started to walk back towards your location for the night.

“Want me to carry you?”, you asked looking down at the goose and stretched out your arms again. But Goosetarion gave a curt honk and stretched his long neck away from you in an offended manner, then started to waddle after the others.

Now that you knew that he would hopefully be back to his normal humanoid self very soon, the humorous nature of the situation wasn’t as lost on you anymore. The way the goose wiggled its whole torso around while trying to catch up with the others was a sight to behold. Especially if you compared it with Astarion’s usual feline grace. And yet he was way too proud to just accept help.

You snorted and started to follow behind Goosetarion. He heard that and swung his head around while he kept walking, making him look even more ridiculous. You snorted more. And were pretty sure you could see the small red eyes scream bloody murder at you for mocking him.

But Astarion was way too focused and needed all his energy to keep up. Occasionally, he even had to break into a sprint – almost tripping over his rubbery feet and spreading out his wings to not lose balance. It was truly hilarious.

Some idle chatter developed between the companions and you on the way back. And of course, Goosetarion was the subject matter.

“Is there nothing you can do before the spell runs out?”, you asked Gale at some point while you were careful to walk exactly by the goose to offer at least a little protection.

“Oh, believe me, I would if I could – although I have to say I’m enjoying this situation a little bit-“ (“HONK!”) “ but it is, as I pointed out before, a pretty powerful spell. And if I started to fumble with it I might make it worse and-“ (“Honk…”) “- and I guess you’d rather have him back in one piece”, Gale ended and ignored the bickering animal between him and you. You nodded in agreement with the wizard – seemed your safest bet would be to just sit this one out.

“Looks like until tomorrow you’re just going to be a silly little goose then, aren’t you, Asta-OWW!” That had been a line crossed for Goosetarion. And other than Halsin and Lae’zel, the wizard surely was not quick enough to avoid the rogue goose’s vicious attack on his ankles. Gale awkwardly tried to kick at the goose but Goosetarion had learnt from the last time and quickly ducked out of the way, rushing around you so he could hide behind your legs.

“You had that one coming”, you mumbled under your breath as Gale looked at you hurt. He walked a little faster then, trying to steer clear from the murderous bird and engaged others in conversation. Goosetarion waddled through your legs so he was walking in front of you again although you noticed that he was clearly starting to struggle

“And couldn’t you not just at least cast “Speak with animals” or something?”, Karlach took up the conversation about Goosetarion’s fate. You hadn’t even thought of that so far. You had just been too occupied with the situation as a whole. You simply shrugged because you had absolutely no idea.

“But he is not an animal”, Jaheira replied to Karlach’s suggestion in her matter-of-fact demeanor from in front of you. Halsin beside her nodded silently. “He is still his vampiric elven self, just temporarily in another form. Even if Halsin or I wildshaped into geese we would not be able to speak with him because we are at least partly beast when we turn”, the infamous druid added to her explanation. “As far as I know there is no spell to work in this situation. But quite frankly maybe we could all do without his yapping for at least a day and he learns a lesson about all of this”, she finished and gave the goose a stern look.

Goosetarion stopped and made another rather sad honk. He really must have been having the worst and most humbling of times.

You stopped just behind the goose: “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.” The look Jaheira gave you made sure though that she absolutely did, but you brushed over it. You held out your arms to the goose again. However, Goosetarion again just waddled off on his own.

But the way to the inn was long and the goose was soon almost completely exhausted, probably amplified by not being used to moving around like that. At some point, when you had already slid out of all the other conversations and were just deep in your thoughts, you were stopped by another soft honk just below you.

Astarion stood before you and had spread his wings towards you, neck craned up towards you. It again looked weirdly humanoid with the way he moved and behaved. When you didn’t immediately react because you were really just very exhausted and didn’t catch on, the goose started to kind of hop in place and honked again.

“Oh, you want to be picked up! Sorry”, you replied and bent down to awkwardly grab the animal.

After some wriggling around and Astarion’s earnest tries to not writhe around too much in your arms, you were able to lift him up. He was stretching his neck and small feet out and made small noises that made you think that he wasn’t quite very comfortable with what was happening. But he gave his best to cope.

Once you kind of had him settled down on your hip, one arm around him and one under him to support him, he seemed to be considerably more comfortable, better even. When you had caught up to the others again and Gale sassily lifted an eyebrow at the goose now being carried around, Astarion made full use of his long neck to peck at the wizard’s sleeve.

Gale squealed again – much to the amusement of the rest of the group and made sure to keep even more distance from the goose. Goosetarion gave a contented honk then and refrained from biting anyone else for the rest of the way.

You were still laughing softly with the others, when the inn came into view. At least you hadn’t lost your humour so far.

(To be continued...)

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rayroseu · 4 months

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"Don't be scared even if we wake up from this dream..."

Happy Birthday, Malleus! 🧁🐉✨

I love to think that those years where Malleus was refusing to hatch, he spent those years with Meleanor in the stars...🥹🥹

A Draconias death means they're returning to the stars... which makes me think that Draconias are from the stars before they're born in TWST... Them not being from TWST exactly explains why they're so "unrealistic" in the first place

They can control the weather, they can engulf the sky in complete darkness, they can cast random mountains, they can return a past state of time, they can trespass on a person's dream, they can switch between several people's consciousness, they can stop time, they can cover an entire island and more in thorns and magic, they can make two realms collide, etc

All these traits are incredibly unreal for average TWST cast,,,, which made me think, why is this family the only ones who's so... overpowered?lol But if you think that they are like this, because they're not from this world(TWST) then it would explain why their abilities are "out of this world's realistic standards" in the first place.

Additionally, Malleus' eggshells resembles the galaxy which further proof they can be from the stars✨✨✨ Malleus is also referred to by Meleanor as "a blessed star for faes but a terrifying star for humans".... So she referred to Malleus as a star yk

There's also the fairy from Pinocchio who came from a star, so faes (like Draconias in this theory) can come from stars

So it's like Meleanor who died and returned to the stars but Malleus who's not born and still in the stars, they spent time together there,,,, that's why Malleus took a long time to hatch, because he already has the parental love he craves for as a baby in this star, so why should he live or be born in TWST?🥹

I remember Malleus fears the unknown, and being born in a world is exactly that. But he, as an egg, lights up whenever Lilia talks to him about his life in TWST, so it gives Malleus an idea that this world isn't that terrifying and that he wouldn't be born alone.

(From Meleanor's Lullaby)"Stay with the eyes that still gaze upon you, don't be scared, even if you wake up from this dream" its like during his centuries of incubation, Meleanor was comforting malleus not to be scared and to wake up in the real world now.... even if once he hatches/wakes up, she won't be there for him anymore and he'll forget everything about her (except for the tiny lullaby she often sings to him)🥹😔😔

(tl by cymr on yt)

I guess the reason why Malleus finally hatched is because Meleanor was telling him to go now and experience the world who's not riddled with war and the world where Lilia fully realized his love for Malleus now-- Because he won't be alone. For Lilia will be with him.

That's why when he was an egg he constantly cries for Lilia bcs thats how Meleanor conveyed it to Malleus that Lilia is always there for him, that he can love Malleus if she can't be by Malleus' side...😭😭

There's also this lyric from Meleanor's lullaby... "May you walk to the light that guides you in your dreams" It pains me because Meleanor overblotted during her death, right? And overblotting can mean succumbing to "darkness", so she maybe wishing for Malleus not to be engulfed in darkness (overblot) by walking towards the "light" but uh.... Book 7 😭😭😭💔💔💔

In conclusion, another Malleyuu parallel 😳✨☝🏻 Malleus and Yuu are both not from this world, that's why they're so out of place... Hm...🥹🥹🥹

This is inspired by Mafumafu-san's Nighty Night and bcs of this song I got hit by this theory for Meleanor and Malleus during his centuries of incubation 😭✨🥹

I'm still wishing for more Meleanor and Malleus content, ‼️‼️‼️I will die on this hill istgg😭😭😭

Once again, Happiest Birthday, Hornton 🥰🥰☺️🥳🥳🧁🧁✨✨💚💚🐉🐉

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mercurycft · 5 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 — 𝐋𝐁

## lucy bronze x reader!

Hello everyone! I’ve been working on this idea for a little while.. its definitely not my best work but i really liked writing this! Enjoy! Love always- RG! x

part 1 of 2! read part two here 2,603 words - this part is mostly build-up!

MATURE CONTENT & LANGUAGE WARNING 18+

The final stretch of the last training session before a break was always the worst, ending with all the girls heaving and sweaty as they piled back into the team changing room. It was Friday, and plans for the evening were already being finalised by the time you entered the room and made your way to your usual spot. Tucked away into the corner, happy to sit down and take off your boots before you heard your name hollered from within the fuss of conversation.

"Oi! Y/L/N, drinks at 8. You get no input or choice..." The voice belonged to Mary and was followed by a hound of laughs from around the room. Drinks were never your go-to, much preferring a takeaway and crap tv in the comfort of your own home. The girls knew this, so instead of asking - they would tell. You knew better than to fight it, laughing with them and nodding before throwing the group a sarcastic double thumbs-up as you placed your boots into your kit bag.

"I'll be there, Pre-drinks at Tooney's I'm guessing?" That was always the plan, meet at Ella's and either walk or get an Uber to wherever the group had decided to spend the remainder of the night. Your question was met with a couple 'obviously's and 'you know it's from the girls, who had now dispersed around the room and started packing their belongings away. You were packed up first, as per usual, and were sat chatting as everyone finished changing. Once everyone had grabbed what they needed and conversations were stalling to a halt, everyone made their collective way through the hall and out towards the front of the building. You, Ella and Alessia led the way, arms linked and phones in hand, already discussing the 'dress code' for the evening.

By the time you had finally made it home, battling through the usual city traffic it was nearing 4pm and all plans for an unrushed evening of preparing were out the window - so after dumping your bag in the kitchen you headed straight for the shower.

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The next two hours were spent rushing around your bedroom and flat, drying and styling your hair before applying your usual 'going out' makeup. Next came the clothes and after 6 failed attempts at outfits you had created in your head and two stressed glasses of whatever wine you had in the fridge, you settled on wide-leg jeans and a strapless bodysuit paired with a pair of comfy heels which gave you an extra couple of inches. After packing the essentials into the ridiculously small-seeming bag you had chosen and grabbing a jacket, you were finally ready to head out the door.

The journey to Ella's house wasn't long, 10 minutes at most, and the weather was in your favour - the sun starting to set and a gentle chill creeping through your clothes just as you had arrived at her front door. Holding a bottle of cheap wine close to your side, you rang the bell and waited, soon to be greeted by Alessia and ushered inside - music was already blaring from the kitchen where a few of the girls loitered. Ella grabbed the bottle from your grasp, pouring you a generous glass and placing the remainder into her fridge. "You look fit, mate!" She exclaimed as she turned back to you and passed your drink.

"Oh stop it, look at you Tooney." You said, holding your hand out towards her and feigning a dramatic gasp, you both fell into a burst of soft laughter and moved to join the rest of the group. You said your hello's, exchanging genuine compliments and stationed yourself by the sink, bringing the glass to your lips as the doorbell chimed through the house.

"Fucking hell, Luce! Didn't want to leave the rest of us a chance to pull then?" Ella squealed exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in fake annoyance and stomping back into the kitchen. You straightened up at the mention of the older right-back, taking another sip of your drink as she emerged into the room and said her hello's.

By the time she made it to you, you were sure you could draw her from memory. Watching her closely as she worked her way across the room - you noticed how the white shirt she wore was clinging to her arms and chest in all the right places, tucked neatly into a pair of slack-like trousers which sat loosely around her ankles to reveal a pair of crisp airforce. Before you could react she was in front of you, pulling you in with a gentle hand on the back and a warm smile, giving you a friendly cheek-to-cheek kiss and hug then pulling away and moving back into the centre of the room and retrieving her own drink.

She looked good and she was well aware, which made it so much harder to look away. Having to try your hardest to remind yourself of where you are and who she was. Her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, with her hair pulled back into her usual bun. You had always found her attractive - how could you not? She looked as if she had been carved by the Gods themselves, with smooth olive skin and muscles that put everyone else to shame.

You had always gotten along well, laughing and joking across the pitch during training. Sometimes meeting her eyes for a moment too long during conversations or humouring the lingering touches when you brushed past each other in social settings. Though nothing had ever come of it, that didn't mean you didn't enjoy the warmth of her hands on the small of your back or the way you seemed to fall into her eyes and stumble on your words when she would catch you off guard and today was no exception. You couldn't help but watch her as she worked the room, engaging in conversations.

When the last of the girls had arrived, the house was buzzing with the type of giddy excitement only alcohol could provide - everyone was a few drinks down now and it wasn't long before you were sat in a taxi heading into town.

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10pm rolled around and the drinks were flowing, empty glasses scattered across the table which a few of the girls sat around. Some were stood at the bar, ordering the next round and a few more occupied a section of the dancefloor. You, however, found yourself perched on a bar stool with a drink in hand, ear forward as Lucy told you a story about one of her former teammates. Trying your hardest to pay attention, but too focused on how close together you were.

You could feel her breath on your ear as she tried to speak over the music that rattled through the room. Her hand was placed just above your knee for leverage as she leaned over you and it was all you could think about. The smell of her perfume flooded your senses, disorientating the logical side of your brain which tried to scream through the cloud of subtle arousal that sat heavy behind your eyes. 'This is so unprofessional!' you were aware and you knew deep down this could ruin you - but the sweet smell of her skin was intoxicating.

Your train of thought was interrupted as your eyes refocused, grounding you back into the moment. Realising she now stood away from your ear, instead looking at you with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk across her lips. shit. caught red-handed. You stiffened when she leaned back towards your ear, "Am I boring you Y/L/N? Did you even hear what I said?" You hadn't. but she wasn't asking, she was taunting.

She watched you struggle for an answer, pure amusement plastered across her face. Putting you out of your misery she leant back in, this time pushing you further into your pit. Lips pressed cautiously against your lobe, "Strike one, darlin'." She muttered and you were sure you could feel her smirk against your ear before she departed entirely and you lost her in the crowd of bodies around you. strikes? what strikes? You wondered silently to yourself, bringing your drink to your lips as your eyes scanned the dark room but she was already gone.

_________

An hour later you found yourself on the dancefloor surrounded by your friends, who were all individually butchering an Amy Winehouse classic. As the song wrapped up to an end, you were pulled into a loose group hug - maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just the love you felt in that moment, but you couldn't explain the warmth that coursed through your veins as you looked at your people.

Before long a new song began, a low beat bounced off the walls and wrapped around the bodies on the floor. You didn't know the song but remained with the girls, swaying to the beat and laughing at some of their horrific dance moves. As the song hit the chorus you and Mary gravitated towards each other, dancing and laughing as you stood in front of her and attempted an awful twerk and grind move to the beat with her hands placed firmly on your hips. Both of you played into your roles, spilling your drinks as you did so and adding to the already sticky floor.

It wasn't unusual for the team to dance like this and it was very rarely serious when one of you was pressed back up against another, but today it felt different. One specific set of deep eyes stayed locked on your movements as Lucy watched from the opposite side of the group, tongue rolling along the inside of her teeth when you finally made eye contact from your compromising position. Through the darkness you could see her lips moving; she was talking - or at least mouthing something towards you. You couldn't connect the dots until she lifted her hand in front of her, showing you two fingers. "Two strikes."

What would happen at three? And why were you excited to find out?

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It was nearing 11 now and you stood at the bar, almost too close to a woman you had just met - sipping the fruity drink she had ordered you. Normally you would think twice about talking to someone at a bar, but tonight’s circumstances made it a thrilling game and you couldn’t wait to play. You knew she was watching, feeling her eyes bore into the back of your head but paying little attention while you focused on the task at hand. Lucy was standing a few feet behind you, between Ella and Leah who were trying to talk over the music. Lucy wasn’t interested though, her attention fixed on you and your new friend. Gripping her drink so tight she was sure it might shatter as she watched you lift a sly hand up and rest it on the stranger's shoulder. Lucy couldn’t pinpoint the feeling, internally confused at the sudden jealousy that burned deep in the pits of her stomach. Just as you were starting to think she had lost interest, a body was pressed to the side of you, pushing a wedge between yourself and the woman whose name you couldn’t even remember.

The game was no longer fun when Lucy ushered you around the room to say your goodbyes, excusing you both from the function. A few of the girls started to protest but she was quick to respond with “Y/N’s not feeling 100%, said I’d make sure she got home okay.” And that was enough for them. She held you close as you walked out into the street, whispering a small but steady “Third and final.” as she pulled you into a waiting taxi.

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The pair of you didn't even make it through the front door before she pounced, your key still in the lock when she had you pinned between her frame and the door. Her hands sat heavy on your hips, eyes locked on yours. "God, you've been drivin' me mental all night.." she groaned, scanning your features.

"Do something about it then," You pushed. This was new but unbelievably exciting, you had never seen her like this. Before you could speak again her lips were on yours. Rough and urgent, like she was scared someone would rip you right out of her grip. "Inside," You managed to mumble against her lips, unlocking the door and pulling her inside - not wasting any more time to attach your lips together again.

This time was different, a rage of hunger alight in the depths of your stomach. Your hands sat on the nape of her neck, lacing through the small amount of hair that had fallen from her bun throughout the night. Her hands couldn't settle, exploring your figure and fisting at the fabric that separated skin from skin. Somehow during this you had travelled through the hall and were now fighting through your bedroom door, shoes and jackets kicked off and discarded around the flat - highlighting your erratic path.

Once inside the safety of your bedroom, things seemed to slow. The initial hunger and speed now dimmed into lust. Yearning. She pressed rough but calculated kisses down your jaw, lingering below your ear for a moment before moving across your collarbones. The feeling made you shudder, holding her head in your hands.

She had you stripped in minutes, now pulled tightly against her in your underwear. "Jesus Christ Y/L/N are you trying to kill me here?" She murmured, thumb caressing the lace across your chest, tracing the shapes for a second before her eyes met yours. A moment passed and you were growing impatient, inhaling deeply when the pad of her thumb found your nipple through the thin fabric and circled gently. You could tell she was enjoying this, watching you shift your weight from side to side as she slowly broke you down.

"On the bed." You were quick to obey, laying down in front of her - on display. She made her way towards you, situating herself above you and lifting your legs to bend and sit beside her hips. She kissed you deeply, hands latched onto your thighs. The world seemed to melt away around you and all you could think about was the throbbing between your legs.

"Need you," You managed to croak out, hands pulling at the fabric of her trousers - desperate for some form of friction. She let out a cocky scoff from above you.

"I'm not sure you deserve it, love. Haven't been behaving, have you?" She spoke rhetorically, tutting and raising her hand to toy with your bottom lip. "And only good girls get rewarded.." She added lowly as her hand travelled down from your face, tugging at your bra and moving to take your nipple into her mouth. You let out a small moan when you felt the warmth of her mouth on you, legs constricting around her and your back arching into her touch.

You writhed beneath her as she moved between left and right, her hand now finding its way to your underwear. She had two fingers pressed against your clit through the fabric, letting out a soft hum against you when she felt your arousal through the barrier. "Got you all wet for me, hm?"

"Please," You whimpered, lifting your hips up towards her hand. Desperate for some relief for the ache, eyes glassed over with desire.

"Begging for it already and I'm only just getting started. What a shame.."

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vendetta-ari · 3 months

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OMG OMG OMG THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH FOR THE VOX X READER!! I LOVEEEDD ITTTT!!!! There’s is absolutely no rush for this one, and take your time pooks! ♡

Ok ok ok so how about a (smutt) (dom) Lucifer x (f!) Reader where the reader is a newly fallen Angel that once knew Lucifer before he fell. And after so many eons/centuries/however long lollll Lucifer finally gets to show the reader how much he missed her ifywimmmmmm

HII WELCOME BACK ANON LOL! I LOVE DOING UR ASKS SO MUCH :3

WARNINGS [nsfw, more plot then porn but oh well, eating out, bit of praise but not really? short I guess-]

You screamed, falling thousands of feet through the sky, landing in a bright red street. This must be one of the rings of hell you thought to yourself. you panicked, this can't be happening, you were an angel, a fucking angel! and now you're here, in hell. you got up, your wings fluttering in pain, you looked up at the sky, trying to remember what happened. everything seemed kinda fuzzy in your head.

It all started a few years ago, you had become friends with an angel, Lucifer, who got banned from heaven because he granted humans free will. you agreed with him, but you never admitted that to heaven. you didn't want the same fate as him, but after seeing this girl named charlie and her cause, you agreed with her and tried talking to the seraphim after it. You don't remember the rest of what happened but you tried to get up, still a bit dizzy.

“Fuck..my head” you muttered to yourself. you looked around and spotted a cafe. You decided that you needed the break and energy so you walked inside. You stepped up to the cashier and ordered a hot chocolate and waited off near the side of the wall. you couldn't think straight, and while you usually were always aware of your surroundings, you couldn't focus.

“One medium hot chocolate!” screeched some demon. you stopped zoning out to go grab your drink, reaching for the drink though, there was another hand that grabbed it. “Hey that's my!-” you looked up and saw a blonde demon with red eyes who looked just like… “Lucifer..?”

The fallen angel looked up at you with wide eyes, recognizing you immediately “it’s..it's you.. W-WAIT ITS YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?” He shouted in a panicked tone, which made the barista yell at him. He looked back and grabbed the hot chocolate and your wrist and ran out the door. “What are you doing here..? you- you're not supposed to be here.. you're an angel why are you in hell?” you mumbled to him “I got banned from hell, it's a long story but look I'm just- I'm really happy to see you again. it's been a while..”

Lucifer looked at you with bright eyes “I've missed you so much…and i..” Lucifer lifted your chin to look up at him, his eyes fluttering, almost asking you to kiss him just with his eyes. Your heart raced, you've always loved him but never said anything. your eyes closed and you leaned toward him, you both kissed each other. The kiss seemed desperate, and needy, like this had been needing to happen for years. Lucifer opened a portal behind him, leading you to his room. “I'll show you just how much I've missed you..” He picked you up bridal style and placed you softly down on the bed. you could feel yourself getting wetter every moment you spent with Lucifer. you've wanted him for years, and you finally have a chance to be with him. Your legs spread almost instantly at his touch.

He smiled and rubbed his hands up and down your thigh, kissing you hungrily, he needed you and he could barely resist with just kissing, so he bent down and got onto his knees. his hands swiftly taking off your pants. He nibbled on your inner thigh, leaving hickeys all over your legs, making you shudder and moan his name. He slid your panties down and saw how wet you already were. “Already wet for me huh?” He smirked and slid his tongue into your pussy. Swirling his tongue around, flicking his tongue, it was soon getting too much as he continued, you reached down to his head, grabbing a tuft of his soft blonde hair. “Nghh- ah~ Luci I'm close..”

He picked up the pace, his tongue moving much faster as the knot in your stomach was getting tighter, as you moaned his name the knot in your stomach had snapped, cumming into his mouth, he licked his lips and smiled before standing back up and grabbing a tissue to clean you up. afterwards he hugged you tightly “mmph… I've missed you so much my angel..” He spoke as he played down with you on his bed. “S-so…um.. round two my pretty angel?”

(NOT REVISED, WORD COUNT = 717 omg again I swear I'm not doing this on purpose 😭)

this was more plot centered and I might make a part two where it's more nsfw but I gotta get to a bunch more asks first, tysm for your patience anon ILYSM! also I thought the image was fitting lmao

(btw yes, I headcanon luci to like hot chocolate more than coffee LMK IF YALL WANT MORE HEADCANONS THEYRE A LOT FATSER N EASIER TO WRITE LMAO)

anyway I'll stop yapping, hope you enjoyed!!

-xoxo, Ari

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #ns4w #hazbinhotel #fanfic #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar

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flaneurpastel · 1 year

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give him a blank paper and a pen, say nothing and let him surprise you

simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

a/n : fluff, i don't think there is anything else to warn y'all about, enjoy :)

words count : 850

after putting it all on his lap, you finally sat down beside him on the sofa, where his arm instinctively came to rest around your shoulders.

simon said nothing, his weary but curious gaze doing the work instead of his words.

"what?"

his voice doesn’t let you indifferent at its low, gravelly tone. you restrain yourself from jumping to his mouth and covering his face with kisses, on his cheeks, his nose, his lips, everywhere. finally, with a neutral face, you turned to face the tv where a rugby match was on.

simon arched his eyebrows. what was that again? he picked up the paper you had put on him, checking to see if there was a clue to the whole enigma you had decided to impose on him tonight.

a piece of white paper and a pencil.

he gave you a confused look before starting to think. he needed to recap it all. he had you by his side on the couch, even though you particularly hate rugby games, they take too long and you never understand the rules despite simon's many attempts to explain them to you. so… you expected something from him before you left. good. had he done something wrong ? the dishwasher had been emptied, though, and he also thought of throwing out the trash before coming to sit on the couch

you dared to glance at simon to see if he had decided to do something. his decomposed and lost face almost made you give up this prank, when you realized that the big ghost was caught off guard by this little joke. you bit your lip, no, you wanted to see how it would go.

finally, it's after 10 minutes that you got up, a pressing need to go to the bathroom. your passage seems to have been long, because when you came back, simon had resumed his usual posture, legs resting on the coffee table, and his right arm resting on the top of the sofa, where your place beside him was waiting for you. and more importantly, what you had handed him half an hour ago was lying on the table, the paper folded in half so that you could not see directly what he had done with it inside.

"I wonder where you get all these ideas from, y/n, I doubt if I'll ever be able to understand you." he said, letting out a small laugh at the end.

"hmm, considering the long wait I expect to see a poem declaring all your love for me in Shakespearean language," you say as you come to snuggle up to him. you take the paper at the same time

"I think I can compete with Picasso more".

a confused smile appeared on your pretty face, and it was simon's turn to restrain himself from covering it with kisses that would leave marks.

picasso?? you thought.

while simon let himself be refocused on his game, you finally opened the paper.

a huge laugh echoed through your living room.

"i hope this one means i'm good at drawing." he says unconsciously caressing your hair, staring at the TV.

your smile was so big you could feel your cheeks hurting.

on the paper were drawn two stick figures holding hands, easily recognizable. one much taller than the other with a simple t-shirt and quickly made pants, and another stick figure in a much more detailed outfit than the other person, you noticed. one has a line as a mouth, while the other has a nice 'C' on the side as a beaming smile.

he had clearly spent all his energy, time, and stick figure drawing skills on you.

little hearts that looked more like circles were flying all around you two.

the very caricatures of you and simon.

you clearly weren't expecting this,

"simon, that's... beautiful"

it was now simon's turn to laugh.

"you dirty liar"

it clearly wasn't one of those realistic paintings you find in the most prestigious museums, and simon may have overdone it a bit on the length of your hair, but it was the first thing simon thought of drawing, the two of you, when you just gave him a piece of paper.

and the thought gave you butterflies in your stomach.

"I was expecting a lot of sweet words telling how happy and lucky you are to have me in your life, though, because it would have been more romantic to show soap," you say anyway to tease him.

briefly turning his attention away from the game, he gives you a look that you know all too well.

"hmm, i can draw something on you this time that you can show to soap," he says in a suave voice.

"oh yeah? i don't know what you're talking about... can you elaborate a little more? you answer, moving closer to him, your lips brushing against his as you speak.

and it is on this note that he took you, a little too easily, on his shoulders, towards the room.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost headcanons #simon riley x gn reader

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w2soneshots · 3 months

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Engaged -W2S

Words: 0.7k+

Warnings: none.

In which while on holiday in Italy Harry asks you a very important question.

y/username

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y/username: Its only the first day but I never wanna leave🏝️

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taliamar: STUNNING🩷🩷

faithlouisak: woah😍

y/nfanpage21: I loveeee the outfit!!

-> y/username: thank you🫶

user468031478: wrotoshaw is a lucky man

Harry surprised me with a trip to Italy 2 weeks ago. When we arrived yesterday we headed straight to the hotel to drop off all of our bags and get changed then spent the rest of the day at the beach. Today I woke up with Harry by my side scrolling through his phone. As soon as he realised that I was awake he popped his phone on the bedside table and rolled onto his side. I flashed him a smile "morning." I said. He smiled and leaned in to peck my lips "good morning, sleep good?" I nodded.

We got up, then sat down to have some fresh fruit and pastries for breakfast. "I've got lunch booked for two o'clock." Harry said as we ate. I looked up from my food "ooo, where?" I asked. "You'll have to wait and see." he said with a smirk. I shook my head jokingly and continued to eat my food. We finished our breakfast then hung around the villa until twelve ish when I decided to get ready.

y/username

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y/username: be ready for the holiday spam🌥️

-comments-

wrotoshaw: 🔥❤️

freyanightingale: beautiful🤍

taliamar: sexy girl

user68024210: this holiday would be the perfect opportunity for bog to propose😏

When we arrived at the restaurant we took our seats outside on the patio and ordered. We ate our food then decided to take a walk on the beach. We were slowly waking hand in hand admiring the beautiful scenery, when Harry let go of my hand. I looked back in his direction to see him down on one knee, with a ring box in his hand. My breath caught in my throat. "omg." I said quietly and placed a hand over my mouth. "y/n, You're kind, you're funny, you're beautiful. I love spending time with you, and I can't imagine my life without you. I promise to always make you laugh, to always be there for you when you need me, and to never take you for granted," He said while tears streamed down my face "will you marry me?" I nodded quickly "yes, yes, yes, yes!" I said and he quickly stood, placed the ring on my finger and pulled me into a strong hug.

y/username and wrotoshaw

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y/username: we're engaged!💍

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ksi: congratulations guys, so sick!!!!

tobjizzle: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

taliamar: ahhhhh I'm so happy for you🥹

behzingagram: HE'S DONE IT!

freyanightingale: the ring!!😍😍

faithlouisak: 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

miniminter: wooooooooo!

y/nfanpage21: YESSSSSSSS FINALLY🩷

user68024210: I called it🙋‍♂️

I was in a state of shock for the entire rest of the day. After Harry asked me to marry him (which sounds crazy be able to say) we walked back to the villa and took a shower together ready for the dinner he had booked. I got dressed into a long, black, lace dress. I did my makeup and put my hair up (which I've been doing the whole trip since it's so hot) then slipped on some little black heels. Once I was finished I slowly walked downstairs, Harry was stood by the door waiting for me. "Wow" he said once I was near him. I smiled and jokingly did a pose.

y/username

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y/username: 🖤🥂

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faithlouisak: show us that ring girly😉

taliamar: my wifey💍

-> y/username: you know it😘

user925711030: I wish I was as pretty as her

We left soon after and arrived at the restaurant. We sat down and ordered our drinks. "I still can't believe we're engaged." I said playing with the ring on my left hand. "Im surprised you didn't catch on, I was trying my best not to act weird." he said. I giggled then took a breath "did you tell anyone?" I asked. "Ethan and Faith were the only ones I told. I wanted to make sure I had the right ring so I asked Faith and for Ethan I just needed someone to talk to about it since I was so nervous." he said. "Aw, well at least you knew I wouldn't say no." He took a deep breath "I did consider what I would do if you did." I just laughed.

After dinner we walked back to the villa and I immediately took my heels off and slipped out of my dress...

#fanfic #image #oneshot #sidemen #harry lewis #harry w2s #w2s #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s fic #wrotoshaw #instagram

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imarealnugget · 3 months

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Choso Kamo comforting you after a break up

Feat. Choso Kamo, female reader and her ex boyfriend.

TW. fluff, memories with ex boyfriend, comforting!Chosoxfemale!reader after a break up

Words Count: 1.1k+

Synopsis: Your heart is shattered by a painful breakup. As you grapple with the devastation of lost love, you seek refuge in the comforting presence of your best friend, Choso. Choso, who harbors secret feelings for you, becomes your anchor in the stormy seas of heartache. He offers solace and understanding, his unwavering support a beacon of hope in your darkest hour. As you lean on Choso for support, you begin to realize the depth of your connection to him. His comforting embrace and reassuring words slowly heal the wounds left by your former relationship, igniting a newfound spark between you. Despite the fear and uncertainty that linger in your heart, you find yourself drawn to Choso in ways you never thought possible. Through his patience and unwavering devotion, you begin to see him in a new light, recognizing the love that has been quietly waiting in the wings.

You journey back into the maze of memories, where pathways intertwine and overlap until you find yourself facing a moment you thought buried forever. It's a summer day, the sun shining high in the sky, but you and your ex-boyfriend were immersed in a conversation that echoes an impending storm. He gripped your hand tightly, trying to convey reassurance with the mere touch of skin, but you felt a knot of anguish tightening in your stomach. His words were sweet, sugary, but you know that beneath that veneer of affection lied something wrong, something that has left you with a sense of emptiness in your chest. "I love you," he used to say, and your heart leapted in your chest, but not with joy. You know it was not true, that his words were just a clumsy attempt to keep you tied to him, to hold you in a gilded cage made of lies and falsehoods. Yet, you were not able to free yourself from that grip tightening around you ever more tightly. You found yourself spending hours upon hours with him, desperately trying to fill the void you were feeling inside, but the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that there was nothing to do to fill that void. His caresses were empty, his words were false, and you felt increasingly alone, increasingly lost in a maze with no way out. Yet, you continued to hope that things would have changed, that he would finally be able to understand how much pain he was causing you, but with each passing day you realized that his presence in your life was just a weight dragging you further and further down, further away from the happiness you so desperately desired, but you were soso in love with him, you didn't want to break up with him. Then, one day, everything changed. You woke up with a broken heart, tears warm on your cheeks, but that time was different. That time you knew you had to let him go, to free yourself from the chain that was holding you prisoner for too long. The phone kept ringing, a dissonant melody reminded you of the emptiness now occupying your chest. "It's over," you repeated to yourself, as if uttering those words could make them less real, less painful. But it was futile. Reality was there, relentless, squeezing your heart with its icy hands. Without a second thought, you sought comfort in the only place you'd always considered a safe haven: Choso's arms. Your best friend, your confidant, the only person who had always understood you better than anyone else. And in that moment of despair, it was to him you ran, like a castaway clinging to a raft in the midst of a stormy sea.

When Choso answered your call, his voice was calm and reassuring, a beacon in the dark night of your soul. "I'm coming," he assured you, and you felt a knot of gratitude tighten in your throat. You weren't alone, not yet. And as you waited for his arrival, you tried to gather the fragments of your dignity scattered among the tears, trying not to let the pain overwhelm you completely. Finally, you heard him knock on the door, the familiar sound of his footsteps approaching. Then, the door opened and he was there, with a look full of concern and affection. You threw yourself into his arms, seeking refuge in his secure embrace, and he held you close, gently, as if he wanted to protect you from the whole world. "Hey hey, it's okay, shh, you'll be fine," he whispered, and you felt his words penetrate your wounded heart, like a caress on your skin. He stroked your hair delicately, as if he wanted to erase every trace of sadness from your troubled mind. And as you listened to him speak, you felt a sense of calm spreading within you, as if his words were a balm for your soul. "You're not alone," Choso continued, his voice an anchor of salvation in the storm. "I'm here for you, always. Never forget it. He was an idiot to leave you like this, without an explanation but just with a stupid call, and for that he deserves to see you happy without him, because you deserve much better, he must suffer for letting you go like this." His words resonated within you, like a sacred promise to protect you from every evil. And you believed him, because you knew that his love for you was sincere and deep, deeper than any ocean, wider than any sky. You stayed there, in his arms, until the tears dried up and your breath returned to normal. Then, without saying a word, he gently laid you down on the couch and covered your body with a soft blanket. He looked at you with eyes full of affection and concern, and you felt enveloped by a sense of warmth and security that warmed your soul. "Rest," he said, and you closed your eyes, letting yourself be lulled by the sound of his voice blending with the sweet silence of the night. Sleep came soon, taking you away from the pain and chaos of the outside world, letting you sink into a sea of peace and tranquility.

When you woke up, he was still there, next to you. His face was serene in the darkness of the room, a guardian angel silently watching over your dreams. You turned to him, your heart full of gratitude and love, and you smiled at him, knowing that you couldn't ask for a better friend than him by your side. "Thank you," you whispered, the words barely audible in the quiet of the night. "Thank you for always being there for me. I felt really bad when my now ex-boyfriend left me before. I loved him, maybe I still do. But maybe I never realized what I felt for you, I didn't know how to love you enough, but now I think I'm doing it." He blushed "What are you talking about-". And you kissed him without warning, a sweet kiss that neither you nor he would ever forget. When you opened your eyes, his were wide open, his face red and his lips semi-open. You approached him, placing your lips on his again in a sweet and passionate kiss, a tribute to the bond that united you, indissoluble and eternal. "I'm telling you that I love you too; dummy," you whispered, laughing softly, your face as red as his. A small smile formed on his face, expressing all his happiness: finally after months you would have become his, his girlfriend and the person he could kiss without having to hold back like he did for all that time that passed since he began to love you with all his heart. "Are you serious?…" "I couldn't be more serious than this, Choso" and you kissed him again. This time he also closed his eyes while his hands caressed your cheek while you two lost yourselves in that sweet moment between you two.

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rvb-canon-grimmons · 14 days

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RVB RESTORATION THOUGHTS!!!!

LONG POST IM SO SORRY I HAD A LOT OF FEELINGS

(Im so sorry this got so long, but i got emotional while writing it so please bear with me, read this like its the morning paper while u eat breakfast or something i have alot to say)

Before I go into the things I didn't like I do want to focus on some positives.

-Like I said in an earlier post, Geoff's acting…he absolutely killed it, and maybe this is because I'm a little bit Geoff/Grif biased but he was giving so much emotion and everyone else felt a little bit flat. Also only he could have delivered the "Come with me" line with so much Homoeroticism -I Had a pretty fun time watching the fight in the second half, The references to Monty we're sweet and getting to see Tex and Carolina fight together was pretty epic! -A good handful of jokes got me good. "23rd in my class" Shelia translating Caboose's Spanish to Lopez

Ok……. the next bit of this will get a little bit negative, but I do want to say this is coming from a place of deep love and care for this series. I have run this blog for like 6/7 years now and I've been a fan of this show for double that. My biggest fear is that fans get the same treatment we did when no one liked RVBZero. I have criticisms. This is a 21 year old series that so many people have had a part in and so many have loved. I was not looking for perfection, I wasn't even looking for something good. I was looking for an ending to the stories of characters people have held in their hearts for 21 years. Unfortunately, what I feel we were left with was a hastily thrown together hour of basically nothing.

-Why weren't they friends…..Why weren't they friends…No one cared for the others. I understand that we have semi warped perceptions of the characters from fanon works and things of that nature. But even in canon, the reds and blue care about each other. On their own team and the other team. Simmons, Grif, Tucker, and Caboose spent MONTHS together in chorus and same for Donut/Sarge/Wash. I've recently rewatched blood gulch and Caboose and Sarge have a great dynamic! Tucker and Grif canonically get along pretty well. Simmons was ON BLUE TEAM for like a hot minute there. THEY KNOW EACH OTHER AND CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. This was zero percent present in this film. No one had any motivation to look for Tucker. No one cared that it was Tuckers body inside the suit. THE REDS LEFT CABOOSE FOR DEAD!!!!!! THEY JUST LEFT HIM!!!!

-Tucker, I'm so sorry baby girl, this was supposed to be your arc, your moment. You were hardly in it. No build up to how he became the Meta. The scene where he breaks out of it to not kill caboose was the best part of the arc. And he just wakes up and remembers it "like someone elses Nightmare??" ok sure

-Wash………………WHAT THE FUCK???? WHAT THE FUCK???????????????? WHAT THE FUCK??????? WHAT THE FUCK???? TO RUIN THIS MANS ENTIRE CHARACTER ARC BY MAKING HIM COMPLETELY OBSOLETE. PUTTING HIM IN SOME RANDOM HOSPITAL FOR AN UNKNOWN INJURY THAT HAPPENS OFF SCREEN AND ISN'T EXPLAINED. HAVE HIM HALUCINATING DOC FOR SOME FUCKING REASON. HAVE HIM SHOW UP TO THE FINAL BATTLE AND DO ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING BUT JUMP OFF A FUCKING CLIFF AND NOT SAY A WORD TO ANY OF THE RED AND BLUES I AM LIERALLY ABOUT TO FUCKING CRY TYPING THIS I AM LITERALLY SO FUCKING PISSED OFF. AGENT WASHINGTON, THE CHARACTER THAT WAS SO HAPPY IN THE SEASON RIGHT BEFORE CHORUS JUST TO BE ON BLUE TEAM AND HAVE A FUCKING FAMILY AGAIN. JUST SIDELINE HIM FOR NO FUCKING REASON AND THEN NOT LET HIM SPEAK TO ANY OF HIS FRIENDS EXCEPT CAROLINA AND DEAD DOC. AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE FACT THAT TUCKER BEING THE META WAS LITERALLY A PLOT POINT CATERED TO HAVE WASH BE INVOLVED. THIS IS LIKE AGENT WASHINGTON ANGST BAIT 101. YES IM A TUCKINGTON SHIPPER BUT PUT ALL SHIPPING ASIDE, THEY WERE STILL FRIENDS, THEY WERE FRIENDS THEY WERE FRIENDS.

Grimmons. I am disappointed. But really not surprised. Honestly for everything I disliked I thought Grimmons was handled ok… at this point im like….. they couldn't even throw us a bone. company was dying, final season airing, and they couldn't even throw us a solid Grimmons queerbait joke. Its whatever….I don't wanna get too upset about shipping because at the end of the day, ships becoming canon isn't what shipping is all about (says Tumblr user "RVB-Canon-Grimmons) you get what im saying.

-Donut…..where was he…..Fucking Homophobic honestly

-DOC IS DEAD?????????????????????????????? FUCKING WHY???

-Sarge's death was fine, I'm not upset by it I just didn't feel like it was emotionally satisfying. Especially after the shock of them leaving Caboose and the much better scene of tucker fighting the meta's control over him to not hurt caboose.

-PEOPLE CALLED U SIR ALL THROUGHOUT CHORUS SIMMONS WHAT THE FUCK??????????? WHY IS SIMMONS PROMOTED AND INCHARGE OF NO ONE???? WHY DID GRIF LEAVE HIM???

Im sorry………..this is so long………just remeber this is only my opinions and if u don't agree thats totally ok!!!!! I am just a critical bitch….

#rvb #grimmons #rooster teeth #red vs blue #rvb grimmons #rvb restoration #agent washington #tuckington #rvb restoration spoilers

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hiii ! can i request anniversary date with minghao?? thank you 😄

have this dance — x.mh

pairings: boyfriend!minghao x reader

genre: pure fluff

warnings: established relashionship

wk: 0.5k

summary: your boyfriend takes you to his home country for your anniversary.

For your 4th year anniversary, your amazing boyfriend Minghao had a very particular yet elegant idea.

You actually never expected something like this as a date, since usually people would go to fancy restaurants, movie nights or picnics.

Here you are, in Hangzhou City, in China. Your boyfriend's home country. The city is futuristic, yet so traditional it actually impressed you.

"Hao this place is beautiful" you exclaim, turning towards him and flash him a wide grin. He looks at you, returning the smile.

"I knew you would've liked it my love, that's why I chose this city specifically". Your heart melts at his reply.

Not only he spent so much time in organising this trip, he also considered your likings. He knew you so well.

You look around and the buildings are huge, everything is made out of glass, you've also seen the big dome that stands at the side of the city.

After having a delicious lunch at a simple chinese restaurant, your boyfriend took your to Lingyin temple, then walked you through the botanical garden just to arrive at the Hefang Street, with its beautiful bridge.

Night has finally arrived. Indeed to say, you had a beautiful time. Learning about your boyfriend's culture and home country made you happy, it was very intriguing. And your boyfriend was even more happy to know that.

"Where are we going, Hao?" You ask giggling while your boyfriend dragged you by your interlocked hands.

"You'll see" He replied, a smug smile on his face.

After walking for a while, you arrive at a beautiful lake.

You let out a small gasp at the beauty in front of you. The lake had a clean colour, the sunset made it even more beautiful. The gente sound of the water made you close your eyes and breathe deeply. You felt relaxed.

Minghao silently watches you, satisfied with your reaction. Meditate with you definitely had its effects.

"What do you think?" He lets out, voice barely coming out, sounding like a whisper.

You slowly open your eyes. "It's...beautiful indeed". You turn to him and smile.

He smiles back and takes your hand, leading you towards one of the causeways.

You arrive at a small, very small temple, that was empty in the centre.

You couldn't get the smile off your face. Minghao looks at you and gently grabs your hand.

"Have this dance with me, my pretty lady" He looks into your eyes, lovingly.

You giggle, your eyes also locked with his. "With pleasure".

Minghao has one hand holding yours and the other rests on your waist. While one of your hand rested on his shoulder.

You rock your bodies back and forth, he turns you around, spins you. Pushes you forward just to re-pull you closer to him. Both of you smiling the whole time.

After the final spin, your back is pressed against his chest. He kisses your cheek, resting his face against your head.

"我爱你" (i love you) he murmurs in your hair, kissing it.

"我也爱你" (i love you too). You reply, turning your body back to him, your forehead now resting against his. "非常". (so much).

He pulls away and looks at you, smiling. "You improved a lot".

You laugh, throwing your head back. "It's all thanks to my amazing teacher". You also look at him, smiling.

He keeps looking at you, your eyes and then his gaze falls to your lips. He leans in and kisses you sweetly, while the sun sets behind your connected bodies.

"Happy anniversary, my love".

a/n: hi i'm on vacation rn but this was staying in my drafts for way too long (sorry for the wait heh). i don't really like it honestly but i hope you do! (i also hope my researches are correct cause i've never been to china nor i know places in there😭).

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Part Eight: It Was All For Nothing

Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, smut, heavy angst

A/N: This is a long one, but we're finally turning a corner!

The loud knock at the door would have startled you out of your sleep if you weren't already wide awake, laying in the same position you'd been for the past few hours, your vision becoming hazy as you traced the lines of the wooden knots in the ceiling beams. The rough waves that crashed against the shore were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of Jack's voice in your head. Almost.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise I'm gonna fix this, baby."

There was a time when his reassurance would have been enough. All you needed to hear was a few words from him, and you were ready and willing. You would have blindly followed him into battle if he asked, unarmed, your body unprotected against potential blows, because you loved him.

It wasn't until you were out of the confines of Manhattan that you realized he never asked anything of you.

You went on your own accord, because you loved him that much.

You made all the wrong moves, every red flag just an obstacle you thought you had to overcome, because you loved him that damn much.

But none of it was enough. Not his words, not your unwavering devotion, was enough to change his situation or yours.

So you ran. It was the cowardly thing to do, no doubt about that, but fuck, where had being brazen gotten you so far? Running had gotten you away from Jack and Claire and into this bed, the ocean a finite barrier between you and the mess that resided in the city.

The bed you were in wasn't the least bit comfortable, a lumpy mattress and tattered sheets beneath your body, but it was the only place you felt safe, like danger and heartbreak wasn't looming over you as long as you stayed in this bed.

Whatever you do, don't get out of this bed.

As the pounding continued, the door shaking on its rickety hinges against a heavy hand, a moment of panic flashed in your mind to the fact that Jack may have found you, or even worse, Claire was at the front door. After all you'd learned about their relationship, her coming to tie your ankles to a concrete block, mob style, and throwing you in the ocean to swim with the fishes, would be the tamest of her sins. That rush of panic slowly settled into your bones as anguish, your limbs unable to move.

What had you told Jack? Karma was coming for all of you. Maybe this was your karma, to finally make a break for it, get to the end of the line, only to find yourself exactly where you started, on the other side of the door to a man who was so lost in himself, there was no way he could love you.

So you continued to trace the knots, lifting your finger to act as a guide as your eyes started to tire. You tasted salt on your tongue as you swallowed, the very same mineral leaving a thin coating on your skin as the breeze wafted through the open windows. You always loved the beach as a little girl, a delicious taste of the freedom you so desperately searched for growing up, and the irony wasn't lost on you about how very wrong you were about it all. Freedom wasn't something you found, it was something you always had, a gift that was inherently precious, and because you didn't know what you had, you allowed Jack to take it from you, oh so willingly.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise-"

"Didn't you hear me banging on the door?", George questioned with a huff, as he pulled his key out of the brass lock, shoving it into his jacket pocket. "I've been out there for over 10 minutes." The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as your brother crossed the room, dropping a white paper bag on the reclaimed wood kitchen table. You'd barely said two words to him after you arrived at your family's beach house, so he wasn't expecting a response.

He'd never admit to you that he was happy to have company at the small waterfront property where he'd spent the last year working on his novel. He considered himself a struggling writer, even though his two books that still resided on the New York Times Bestsellers list years later would suggest otherwise. He was a slave to his craft, a brooding intellectual with no interest in mingling with NYCs elite. You always though he and Jack would run in the same circles if George had interest in any music made after the year 2000.

You barely visited anymore, choosing to relocate to the city after your parent's death a decade ago, throwing excuse after excuse at him as to why you couldn't make the two hour drive out to see him. He'd half given up on you when you called him a couple days ago, needing a place to stay. He didn't ask questions, and you didn't offer up any information you didn't absolutely have to. It was better that way. It was safer that way.

"I brought you breakfast."

"I'm not hungry", you croaked out, bundling up the woven blanket in your fist and pulling it up tightly underneath your chin. "I know. You've said that the past three days. I'm not gonna stop trying though." He pulled open the fridge door, a groan leaving his chest at the bare shelves. "Have you eaten anything? There's nothing in here."

You stayed tight lipped, closing your eyes. They shot open at the sound of the fridge door slamming shut. You listened as your little brother shed his coat, the chair screeched across the floor, he kicked off his boots, and took a seat at the table. "The silent treatment isn't going to work anymore."

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment. I just don't have anything to say." What was one more lie in the grand scheme of things, and you didn't think he would be able to understand the truth anyway.

"Bullshit. Now talk to me."

You begrudgingly sat up, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed, pulling your cardigan across your chest. As you took in your brother's face, you realized how much older he looked to you, his beard fully grown in, his eyes sunken in with a tiredness only an author who spent all night laboring over their art could feel. He looked so much like your dad, painfully so, a worried look draped over his face that you knew was because of you.

"Can't a sister visit her brother every once and a while?" You gave him an uneasy smile that he didn't return in the slightest. "We haven't talked in months, and no, I'm not counting the birthday texts we send back and forth."

"Ok, I'm taking a break from work. I just needed a vacation." George scoffed, running his fingers across his jawline. "You don't take vacations." You rolled your eyes. You'd almost forgotten about your family's signature hard headedness, a trait that had gotten you in trouble more than once. "Is it Darien? Are you guys going through a rough patch?"

"The roughest patch", you sighed, "we broke up over a year ago."

"Good, I always hated that guy." George let out a humorless chuckle. "So then what is it? Are you in over your head? Do you need money? A place to lay low?"

"What is with the third degree?" You could sense his frustration, your stomach turning at the thought of lying to him. You didn't want to, but you also didn't want him to get involved, or worse, have him become another one of Claire's targets. "If there was something wrong, I would tell you." You hoped you were convincing, and that it would at least buy you a couple more days for you to figure out your next move.

"Fine." George let out a sharp breath, getting to his feet. "If you don't wanna talk, don't." You sighed, resting your head against the headboard. "Can you at least answer your phone so it'll stop ringing? You left it in my car. Some guy named "Jack" won't stop calling you."

The speed with which you got to your feet and ran over to your brother startled him, making him stumble back. "Give me my phone!" He held it just out of your reach, contorting his body to ensure you couldn't grab it out of your hand, as he took in the bewildered look on your face. "What's so important you have to-"

"Georgie, give it to me!" Desperate to get your phone back, you stepped on his bare foot, making him drop the electronic device on the ground. You scrambled to your hands and knees to get it, fumbling it in your hands as you looked at the screen. You had 30 missed calls from Jack, as well as 100s of text messages from both him and Sierra.

"Fuck! Why are you so strong?", George winced, rubbing at his sore foot. "What the big deal? It's just some guy. Its not like he's Jack Harlow or anything." You paused, feeling your pulse press against your jugular with every heartbeat. You tried to stand up, but you couldn't feel your arms or legs, forcing you to stay in your spot, and giving you away immediately.

"Y/N, no. You've gotta be kidding me." George ran a hand against the back of his neck, biting the inside of his cheek with nerves. "You're involved with Jack Harlow? Isn't he supposed to be getting married to that billionaire's daughter or something?"

"They're not in love." You said as you finally got to your feet. You know you didn't sound very convincing, but it was the only piece of the truth you could hang on to, the only thing keeping you afloat right now.

"Do you hear yourself? You sound like a delusional home wrecker", George said in with an incredulous tone.

"That's because I am", you bit back. "I am the other woman. I'm the one he only sees at night, the one who doesn't get any of the perks of being in the spotlight, but gets the brunt of all of the guilt. I am the other woman!" God, it felt good to finally get that off of your chest, to finally admit the truth to someone else but yourself. "But their relationship is fake. They're doing it for the PR, and things have gotten out of hand." You felt your phone buzz in your hand, but you didn't even bother to look down, your gaze focused on your brother.

"That's some shit that he just tells you to keep you around! You're smarter than this, Y/N. I can't believe you'd get caught up in something like this." You could see the fear in his eyes, the discomfort at your confession palpable in the room. "Why can't you see he's lying to you?"

"Because he's not!" The words shot out of your mouth before your brain could catch up, and you weren't even sure you believed them. "He is not lying to me! He loves me! He doesn't love her, he loves me." You punctured your chest with a finger, ignoring the sharp pain.

"Sis...", his facial expression turned to pity, and that enraged you. "If you're in some kind of trouble or something..." You pushed past him to the closet, yanking your bags from the shelf and throwing them on the bed. "I never should have come here. I thought I could trust you, but obviously I was wrong." You frantically stuffed your clothes into the duffels, your mind racing with ideas of where you were going to go. Sierra's place was out of the question; you were still on the outs after you told her everything, your friendship damaged beyond repair. You didn't want to ever see Darien's face again, but you were running out of options. Maybe you can ask just to stay a couple night-

"No, no. You can trust me. I just need to know everything. I need to know how deep you are in this, so that I can help you." You felt his hand on your shoulder, tears immediately beginning to sting in your eyes. You hung your head, your breaths shallow as tears rolled down your cheeks. "I didn't mean for all of this to happen." You wiped your face, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

"We met a year ago at an industry party, he was charming, and I was bored. At the time, I didn't know he was in a relationship with Claire Beckham or I never would have even entertained him. Before I knew it, I was hiding in Jack Harlow's shadow, living in it, relishing in it." You took a breath, choking out sobs. George listened intently to you, his body tensing up as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It wasn't until a couple days ago that I found out that their relationship was a farce. That they were doing it to better her image, and help his career, and somehow I was the leverage in their business agreement."

"Leverage." George repeated, his brow knitted together. "What do you mean?"

"Claire is evil. More evil than you could ever imagine, and she's been collecting evidence of Jack's and my relationship to use for blackmail and keep him in line, something that could ruin my life and my career. She has a tape of us "together." You could hear your brother's breath quicken, his face twisting with anger. "Jack told me everything, and I got scared. I am in over my head, Georgie, and I didn't know what to do or who I can trust. So I ran here to you."

The room was painfully quiet as he stood there watching you, as if he could tell whether or not you were lying by just looking at you. You dipped your head and closed your eyes, your tears falling into your hands. You heard that similar squeak of the chair across the floor as he sat in front of you. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees.

"Listen to me, Y/N." You looked up, wiping the wetness beneath your eyes. "Whatever mess you're in, I'm gonna help you get out of it, okay?" You were the older sister, you were supposed to be the one to protect him when things got tough. You felt defeated and weak, and as much as you wanted George to come to your rescue, you could never ask him to do that for you.

You shook your head. "No, I don't want you involved in this. You have no idea what Claire and her family are capable of. They are connected, wealthy, and there is nothing they won't do to keep their name prominent in the city." Your heart sunk to your stomach. You always knew how powerful her family was, but hearing yourself say it out loud, you realized just how helpless you really were. There was no fighting her and winning. What the hell are you going to do?

You were jogged out of your spiral by George's hand resting on top of yours. "I'm not giving you the option to say no." You felt a rush of relief when he finally gave you the smile you'd been so desperate to see. It was a mirror image of the George you remembered from your childhood: kind eyes, sweet smile with a missing front tooth that he knocked out at a little league game, a childlike sense of wonder and hope.

"Okay." You took in a deep breath, pushing it out through your nostrils. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know yet", George chuckled, and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to laugh as well.

"Before we come up with a plan, I need you to do one thing for me." George reached past you, grabbing your phone. You looked up at him with a confused face.

"I need you to call Jack."

****

You felt physically ill the moment you hung up the phone with Jack. You handed George your phone and stepped onto the back porch, a unobstructed view of the water in front of you, to take a few breaths and get rid of the wave of nausea.

You gave Jack the location to the beach house, and he promised he'd leave the city immediately. He sounded exhausted and distressed, and even though he told you he was just happy to hear your voice, and know you were safe, you couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something from you.

A part of you thought you were just overthinking everything, trying to discern his true intentions instead of taking him at his word, to protect yourself, but another part of you, a nagging in the pit of your stomach, thought your brother was right.

Maybe Jack has been lying to you all this time. He showed you the video that Claire was supposedly using as blackmail, but it could have just as easily been his own video.

He says their relationship is fake, but whenever you see them on social media or in the headlines, they look happy as ever. Is that something you can even truly fake? You've never been capable of faking how much you loved someone, and even with everything that happened with Jack, it seemed impossible to pretend you didn't care about him.

Your mind was reeling, bile daring to creep up your throat. There were so many things that didn't make sense, so many pieces that didn't fit together just right, and maybe it took you taking a step away, both literally and figuratively to see everything for what it really was.

"I always hated the beach."

You jumped, turning on your heels to face the voice that startled you. You didn't even realize how long you'd been standing in the same spot, lost in thought, and you definitely didn't hear Jack walk up behind you.

He was wearing a worn Louisville Cardinals t-shirt, jeans slung low at his hips, New Balance sneakers on his feet, a strong juxtaposition to the character he played when he was with Claire. You could tell he was stressed, habitually running his hand through his curls as he looked at you, the chestnut mop tightly coiled on top of his head. You didn't open your mouth, for fear you'd burst into tears at the first word. His heart broke at the look of sadness in your face, knowing he was the cause of it.

He continued, sinking his feet into the rocks that paved the driveway. "I just never saw the appeal. The sun beating down on you, waves knocking you off your feet, sand in places it doesn't belong." He cracked a small smile, and it made you feel even sicker. He took one step toward you, you took one step back, the railing digging into your lower back.

"Why'd you leave?" His features settled back to that familiar distress he'd been feeling the past couple of days after he found your room empty. "I told you I was going to fix this. I went to Claire and I told her I-"

"Jack just stop." The tears were rolling freely, you were helpless to stop them. "There is no fixing this. Look at where we are right now!" You gestured around you, the quiet surroundings a reminder that you had to drive for hours to find a place you felt safe enough to stop. "I left", you took in a sharp breath, "I left, because I can't do this anymore. She wins, Claire wins. Whatever she has on me, tell her to release it. I don't care anymore."

"No, I'm not gonna let her hurt you anymore."

You shook your head, feeling your legs grow weak. "And what about you? Will you stop hurting me, too?"

The only thing keeping Jack going was the thought that there was an end to all of this, and that when he got to the other side, you'd be there waiting for him. But he could look at you and see that this was more than you could take, and that he didn't deserve a happy ending with you in the future. He dug his nails into his palms, the pain in his chest enough to take his breath away. He didn't want to let you go, but part of fixing this mess was allowing you to walk away.

"I'm going back to Louisville in a couple days to kick off my tour. Its supposed to be a big production, streamed to millions of fans across the world." He let out a humorless laugh. "Claire's idea actually, to increase my exposure right before the wedding." Your breath hitched in your throat. Jack held up a hand, knowing that hearing the word "wedding" made you uneasy. "Don't worry. I don't plan on going through with it. After Claire pulled the pregnancy stunt on national TV, I knew that she was beyond negotiating with, so I recorded our conversation, implicating her part in all of this, admitting that the relationship, engagement and pregnancy, its all lies. I'm gonna broadcast it at the concert, stream it for everyone to see. Millions of people are gonna know the real Claire Beckham."

"Jack, you release that tape, you're also going to implicate yourself. Your career, no, your life! Its over when that gets out. Everything you've worked for will be gone." You wanted this to be over, but you knew that Jack was a victim in this too, even if some of it was his own doing. He'd suffered enough, and losing everything wasn't the fix he thought it was.

"I know, I know." You instinctively moved toward him, bundling his t-shirt in your fists and pulling him close to you, as he wiped the tears off of his face. "I know, but its okay", he whispered with a smile, cupping your cheek in his hand. "I don't see another way out of this, and this needs to end. I need to know I did everything to make sure you're safe and okay, and if leaving my career behind is how I do it, I don't care." He pulled you the rest of the way toward him, wrapping you up tightly in his arms, his familiar scent overwhelming your senses. You missed this; you missed him and his touch.

It wasn't a side of him you got to see often, this kid from the south that he always championed, and that was who your heart broke for through all of this. Not Jack Harlow, the international superstar, the one who signed his life away for a shot of maintaining his fame, but Jack Harlow, the kid from Louisville, KY who knows nothing but drive and passion for the things he wants in life. The one who loves unapologetically, and doesn't compromise his morals for anything. That's the only Jack Harlow you wanted, and the one you deserved.

You were interrupted by the sound of George's footsteps on the gravel. You broke apart from Jack, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater. You didn't want your little brother to see you like this.

George shoved his hands in his back pockets. "What if I told you I had an idea? Something that would get rid of Claire, without you having to give up your career?"

"Jack, this is my brother George." Jack extended his hand out, but George just glanced at it, a clear distain for Jack on his face.

"Just to be clear, the only reason I'm even thinking about helping you is to get my sister out of this mess." Jack nodded, retracting his arm. "Understood."

"C'mon inside, then." George held the door open for both of you. "I'll tell you my plan."

****

You tossed and turned on the bed before settling on your back, Jack's breathing audible as he sat across the room, trying to settle in the uncomfortable kitchen chair. Night had settled on the house, and you kept your distance from each other. You knew it was selfish, but you wanted to be comforted right now.

"Jack, you can come lay on the other side of the bed. I don't mind."

"No, I'm okay here. Thanks." He cleared his throat, pulling his phone from his back pocket. You sat up, letting out an exasperated sigh. "My brother is going to be gone for at least the night. He's not coming back anytime soon." It was going to take some time to execute George's plan, so he offered to go back to your apartment and pack up some of your things so you could stay with him for a while, leaving you and Jack alone.

"It's not that." He pulled at the curls at the back of his neck.

"What is it then?" You were desperate for his touch, to feel his body against yours as you tried to sleep. The last time you remembered having a good nights sleep, that wasn't because exhaustion overtook you, was when you and Jack were together in Louisville months ago, the night before everything fell apart. You weren't sure how many other chances you were going to have with him.

"I know you don't want anything to do with me. After all of this is over, I know we're going our separate ways. You were right, I have been hurting you, and I'm done doing that."

His words knocked the wind out of your chest. You took in a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. "Jack, if I knew there was a way that we could be together after everything that's happened, truly together and happy, standing in the spotlight, I would do anything to have it. But I don't see it. Can you honestly say you do?"

He stood and walked over to your side of the bed, settling next to you. "I don't know. So much has happened, and as desperately as I want your brother's plan to work, I don't know if it will. But I want to try. I love you so damn much, baby. I have for such a long time, and if there's even a small chance that I get to have you in my life, I'll take it." He had a tight grip on your hands, his thumb grazing over your knuckles as he spoke.

You were wrong about one thing. His words did still bring you reassurance. You loved him that damn much, too.

"Kiss me", you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips. He moved with a swiftness, cupping the back of your head as he pulled you in, the first kiss gentle and sweet. You got a taste and were immediately hungry for more, deepening the next kiss, breathless as Jack's tongue roamed your mouth.

Every nerve ending in your body was tingling with excitement as he slipped your sweater off of your shoulders and helped you shed your clothing, only breaking apart when absolutely necessary before crashing lips again. His hands roamed your body, digits pressing into your ribcage as you fumbled with the button of his jeans, pushing them past his hips.

"I've missed this", you moaned out breathlessly as Jack's lips trailed down your neck, his tongue licking the line of your collarbone before moving to your breasts. He helped you remove your bra, forcefully pulling the straps down your arms, and latching onto your nipple, your hand finding the back of his head, pulling at his curls with each pleasurable flick of his tongue.

Each moment of foreplay had you desperate for him to fuck you, your wetness pooling in your panties as Jack took his time with you, worshiping each inch of your body with his mouth.

"I'm never letting you go again", he muttered against your skin, his lips hovering over your covered pussy. You felt his teeth gently graze dangerously close to your clit, the sensitive bud twitching with anticipation. You were so desperate, even his hot breaths against your body were turning you on.

"Take them off, take them off", you ordered when you couldn't take it anymore. Jack chuckled, sliding your panties down past your knees, tossing the lingerie across the bed.

"I meant your boxers", you whispered out, reaching out for Jack, your fingertips touching his lower stomach. "Easy, baby." He held your hands pinned to your stomach with one hand while he used the other to spring his cock free from his underwear, the tip leaking with precum. He slowly stroked the head as you opened your legs to him, your wetness glistening in the light. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", was all he could repeat underneath his breath as he dragged his cock through your folds, taking his time to circle around your clit, your heightened senses almost sending you over the edge.

He had every intention on teasing you, drawing out your pleasure, but as soon as he lined up with your entrance, he sunk into you with a single breath, his body just as desperate to feel your cushiony walls around his member.

Your body writhed beneath him, rutting your hips against his pelvis for some stimulation, as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth into you, stroking your g-spot with each movement.

"Keep doing that, fuck, don't stop", you instructed, his cock kissing against your cervix with each stroke. Once you'd gotten used to the pace, your chest rising and falling in tandem with his, he increased his pace, collapsing his body weight on top of you, his forearms framing your face. "So beautiful, my beautiful baby", he praised you in between kisses to your jawline, your face contorted with pleasure as he used his thumb to press against your clit, your legs shaking from fatigue and overstimulation.

"Jack, I-I can't", you were so close to your orgasm within minutes, but you didn't want it to be over, desperate for your release but trying to stave it off at the same time. "Take what you need, baby. I'm not going anywhere." With weeks of pent up sexual frustration, Jack aimed on making you cum over and over again, until you couldn't anymore. You buried your face against his shoulder as he set a relentless pace, pounding you into the mattress.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum", you bit your teeth into his skin, your nails dragging along his back as you orgasmed around his cock, your pelvic muscles pulling him deeper and deeper into your pussy as you came, Jack panting in your ear as he was close to his own release.

"Do it again", he grunted out, and you were so lost in pleasure you couldn't object, your body submitting to him as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of you.

"I can't do it again", you whined out. The moans and cries rolling off your tongue drove Jack wild, and you could feel his hips start to stutter against your body. You grabbed his face in your hands, placing kisses on his nose as his pace started to slow. "Are you close?", his gaze was dropped to focus, but he frantically shook his head, unable to form a coherent sentence, the only thing coming out of his mouth a guttral moan.

You rolled your hips in circles as he continued to fuck you, and within seconds he was cuming, emptying his release into you. You felt a warmth as he filled you up, slowly pulling out of you and pushing his cum repeatedly into you, his breaths heavy as he watched his actions. You shivered as you fell it run down the side of your inner thigh onto the bed.

He could barely focus, rolling off to the side as you both came down from your highs, his eyes shut tight. You tucked into his side, stroking his beard, your arm draped over his stomach.

"Jack, I don't care what happens tomorrow, with Claire, or anything else. I love you and I want to be with you, through everything." You pressed a kiss to his beard, drawing lazy circles on his side. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you, tears brimming in his lashes. "Are you sure?"

You gave him a small smile, pressing another kiss to his jawline.

"I've never been more sure of anything."

****

You felt the warm sun on your face, the sound of seagulls mewing just out of the window as your started to wake. You felt around you before opening your eyes, Jack still in the same place he was before you fell asleep last night, his arms tightly wrapped around your naked form. You didn't want this moment to end, so you pulled Jack's arm tighter around you, and willed yourself to go back to sleep. He let out a lazy hum as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head before settling again.

You were drifting off when you heard the sound of your phone pinging. You ignored it the first time, but the second time, it caught your attention as you came back to reality and realized it might be George. You sat up, wrapped the sheet tightly around your torso and grabbed it off of the nightstand, your mouth falling open as you read your notifications. Jack peeked one eye open at the disruptance, rubbing a hand over his face with a sigh before turning to fully look at you. "What's wrong?"

"Georgie got an "in" earlier than he thought he would. The first part of the plan is happening now."

****

George paused at the entrance of the building to let a group of executives walk past, the sound of the bustling city quieting behind him as the door shut. He took in the expansive lobby, rumblings of conversations happening around him as he strolled to the front desk, plastering a smile on his face as he made contact with the attendant.

"Hi, can I help you?" George could smell the coffee on her breath as he leaned forward, trying to be as charming as possible. The young woman blushed, averting eye contact with him. "Yes, first of all good morning."

She smiled, returning the greeting. "Is there something I can help you with, Mr-"

"Oh, Mr. Y/L/N."

Shock hit her features as she realized she recognized him. "George Y/L/N?" she disappeared under her desk for a second, returning with a copy of one of his books. "I've read this book cover to cover so many times, I'm such a big fan. Would you mind signing it for me?" She hesitantly held out a pen, a pink one with a fuzzy ball at the top, which George happily accepted.

"Anything for a fan." He scribbled his signature across the first page before handing both the pen and book back to her.

"I'm hoping you can help me with something- Sarah", he narrowed his eyes as he read her nameplate.

"Anything for a famous author", her cheeky smile made him chuckle. "Great. I have an appointment, but I'm afraid I'm a little bit lost in this huge building." He flipped through his notebook, pretending to look for a name and contact information.

"Look at me, I'm supposed to be this famous author, here to do a piece on someone for the New York Times, and I can't even find her office." He gave Sarah a wink, and she practically melted into a puddle in front of him.

"I'm sure I can help you out. What's her name?" Sarah turned to the directory on her computer.

"Claire Beckham." George cleared his throat, adjusting the tie at his neck. "I'm here to see Claire Beckham."

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hellpmeimobsessed · 6 months

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Best Ways to Help Them Relax - MK Men (Baraka, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden, Reptile, Smoke) x Reader

(This is mostly MK9 to MK11 Raiden I'm talking about. The others can be interpreted as whichever one you'd like.)

Baraka: I like to think the way Tarkatan's teeth grow would eventually cause jaw discomfort and a dry mouth. That being said, the best way to help Baraka wind down is by massaging his jaw and reminding him to hydrate. The massage is a great chronic pain relief, and reminding him to drink water tells him not only are you thinking of him, but you care enough to say something, too.

Kenshi: I feel like the sensory overstimulation with being blind would be pretty high, given that the one sense that helps you fully process who is where and what's in front of you is gone. Therefore, simply thinking of this and helping him face someone who's talking to him in a group of people or helping him get out of there when it's becoming too much would be a huge relief. This, paired with the occasional third eye massage to help ease any headaches he may have gotten from too many sounds and smells is greatly appreciated.

Kung Lao: Two words: neck. Massage. The hat may be light enough to throw, but it still weighs on him over time, plus he holds all of his tension in his upper torso. Forcing him to forgo his hat and lay down in your lap and giving him a massage helps him fall right asleep. Another thing that oddly enough helps him sleep is being lightly tickled. Not in a sensitive spot or hard enough to make him jolt, just lightly grazing your fingertips across his back and shoulders to lightly tickle him will send him straight off.

Raiden: Playing with his hair. He spends almost all of his time with his hair practically being matted by that cowl and his hat, so when he finally gets time to spend with you, pulling off the cowl and threading your fingers through his long white hair is perfection to him. He'll gladly grab a pillow to sit on as he sits between your legs as you play with his hair. Do whatever you'd like with it, really. Braid it, brush it, he doesn't care, it all feels great. It's one of the few times he's relaxed enough to just close his eyes and melt into your touch. His absolute favorite is lying atop you as you kiss his face and play with his hair. He could die happy there.

Reptile: As a lizard owner I feel like this one is a pure fact; scratches. In his reptile form, after he's spent all day getting dirty and bloody and whatever else, the moment you start scratching a shoulder or his back be prepared for him to unintentionally put all of his weight on you leaning into the touch. Will practically behave like a dog getting the best ear scratches of its life; please scratch him all over, it's even better if you get a bristled brush and use that. In his human form, any rogue itch he can't reach that you help him with makes him melt. Sometimes just scratching his back all over is nice, even if he wasn't itchy in the first place. Heavy on scalp scratches.

Smoke: Gentle touches. Rub his back, caress his face, run your hand through his hair, rub his arm. He soaks it all up like a sponge, and can and will fall asleep just about anywhere if you do it for long enough. He loves even the simple act of you rubbing your thumb along his hand while he holds it. Hugs are also an acceptable form of affection and will fall asleep in your arms. It's simple, but does it ever mean the world to him and work wonders.

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adiluv · 5 months

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✦ : ❝ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 !

꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which he sees his first snow. 826 words.

꒰warnings꒱ possibly ooc, reader is inazuman, not fully edited.

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Sumeru, as one might come to assume upon learning of the nation’s typical climate, has never exactly been known to experience cold weather. Quite the opposite, really, if you were being entirely honest with yourself; if your time spent traversing the Dendro Goddess’ domain were to ever be considered a trustworthy testament.

Hot was… an understatement, to say the least. A crude one, at that, almost akin to a dry joke that you might overhear while attempting to navigate the bazaar during one of the more unbearable summer days, sweaty palms just barely managing to maintain their grip on your groceries, the sun beating down on you with such intensity that you’d fear that your clothing would become soaked by the time you managed to return to the comfort of your small apartment.

Truthfully, it was no surprise that Kaveh had never once seen snow. Expected, even, long before he came to admit the fact of his own accord, the both of you lying within his bed as you mourned your first winter away from home, gentle hands pulling you close, almost comfortable enough within his embrace to disregard just how uncomfortably warm the temperatures remained during—what should’ve been—one of the coldest months of the year.

It was convenient, then, that he’d receive an invitation to Mondstadt City during the midst of the season, the Favonius library (of which you’d heard its librarian was a rather mysterious woman who’d attended the Akademiya alongside your lover) eager to host such an accomplished Kshahrewar scholar like himself.

The both of you jumped at the opportunity, albeit for different reasons. The notion of inspiring future architects did, after all, hold quite a large appeal, doubly so considering the scrutiny that the arts had faced under the previous Grand Sage’s rule; and you’d never before been given the chance to visit the Nation of Freedom, either, what with the Vision Hunt Decree weighing so heavily over your ability to sightsee.

Besides, getting to witness your beloved’s face practically pressed up against the window of your shared hotel room, expression overtaken by sheer admiration as he admired the snowfall… Certainly was an added bonus. Especially so when it landed the both of you where you were now, gently tugging at his gloved hand as the both of you took a stroll through the desolate streets, the moon having long taken its rightful place within the sky.

Especially so when his cautious inquiry finally melted away into a gentle sense of elation, arms fully outstretched for second-long intervals before being pulled towards his face, gorgeous crimson eyes admiring the designs of the tiny flakes tangled up within the scarlet yarn.

Yes, especially so when you’d impulsively moved to gather up some snow as his back was turned towards you, hitting him directly between the shoulder blades as he admired the latest batch caught on his clothing, the both of you soon running to find cover from the barrages of snowballs being sent each other's way; initial inhibitions wholly abandoned as you fought to gain the upper hand.

… Not that it was even that hard. Kaveh had certainly been put at a disadvantage, shuffling through the snow like a fish out of water, the heavy layers he’d simply insisted on wearing only serving to drag him further down into the snow.

“Dearest,” he huffs, breath wisping out of his mouth as he moves to duck behind the fountain, mittens haphazardly grabbing onto as much snow as they can as he makes his descent. With the distance, you miss the way that his golden hair has begun to stick onto his forehead, the way that he has to readjust his scarf in order to allow more air to flow through as he pulls himself back up. “I love you, truly, but please do go a bit easier—”

His final words are cut off by the sound of a snowball slamming directly onto his face, your own eyes widening as the excess falls to the floor, lips thinned in an attempt to restrain your laughter as you emerge from behind a crate.

Scrunching up the snow he’d obtained into one of his hands, the other moves up to wipe off the rest of the offending substance, shaking off what he can from his seemingly star-speckled clothing. His teeth chatter, pale skin taking on a pink-ish hue, and you’re halfway to stammering out an apology to his uncharacteristically stiff figure before you notice the lank smile that’s tugging at his lips.

You’re hardly even given the chance to react before he retaliates, shock written across your features as your vision is obscured, body reeling back just as another one manages to make contact with your arm, hurriedly retreating only for one to collide into your back.

… His aim might just be better than you give him credit for. Though it’s hard to be mad when his laugh sounds so melodic.

“Oh, it’s so on.”

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escha-evenstar · 4 months

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Mafia AU Series

Chapter 1: Because My Heart Said So

Pairing: Mafia!Azul x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

CW: brief mentions of death (unexplained cause)

A/N:

Hi hi! 🩷💜 It's been a while since I posted a story. I decided to start writing on this Mafia AU I've had in mind for some time now. There's not a lot of romance and action yet, not even an indication of being in the mafia, but I wanted to try and build up their relationship first and then.. well, we'll see how it goes! Hehe~ 💜🩷

PS: I'm not sure about my CW (content warning) but if you think there's something I need to add there (especially in the future where things get darker), please do tell me. Nicely please 🥺 Thank you!

PPS: I'm sorry I couldn't come up with a title so I'm just calling it the Mafia AU Series until I come up with something better. I apologize for being so indecisive T^T

Divider by @cafekitsune

The morning rays of sunshine passed through the windows of an elegant and beautiful mansion. The bright, golden sun enveloped the house and its surrounding garden with an ethereal glow. The place seemed to be brimming with warmth and life.

But the same could not be said for its inhabitants, especially for the young girl who lived there.

You.

Y/N. Daughter of F/N and M/N. Heiress to the L/N noble family.

It didn't used to be like this. Back then, love and happiness filled this home. Having warm meals together. Spending quality time with each other. Sharing fun stories about life. Those were your happy memories.

But ever since the untimely death of your father, things changed. Instead of being there for each other, it just brought you and your mother apart. She was always out and busy. You rarely see her and when you do, you don't even talk much. She just gives you a simple glance and a greeting before continuing what she was working on.

Gone were the days you ate with your family; it was just you, a massive array of food, and a long table with empty seats.

Gone were the days you spent quality time together; it was just you and your collection of books.

Gone were the days you shared stories about life; it was just you and your thoughts, alone and all by yourself.

And gone were the days you called this place your home. Now, it was just a big and lonely house. A house you were not allowed to leave from since the unfortunate accident of your father.

But what your mother doesn't know won't hurt, right?

Having enough of the monotonous and solitary life inside the house, you decided to sneak out when the sun has settled. You ventured out to the gardens after dinner and tried to find a way out. The moonlight was your only guide and you couldn't help but feel a bit frightened at the possible things that might come out from the dark.

Maybe I should just go back.

You were contemplating on what to do, but the light of the moon shined upon a corner space by the hedges, as if beckoning you to come closer to it.

You walked closer and realized that you could push it around to get enough space and pass through to the other side. You felt excited at the prospect of finally leaving and having a sense of adventure.

Maybe I can finally meet someone. I could make a friend! But then, not much people would be out at night. And I don't want to stumble upon any adults. They'd just take me back and my mother would find out.

You don't know what is out there exactly, but what else do you have to lose? With a huff of determination, you pushed through the hedges and dashed away from the house and into the forest. You discovered a pathway and decided to follow it, the moon serving as your light. To ease your nerves from the dark, you sang a song to yourself.

You don't know how long you've been walking and singing, but at the end of the road, you discovered a lake. It was vast, surrounded by the forest and illuminated by the white moon. It was breathtaking.

As you took in the view, you saw that there was also a small cabin right beside the lake. Curious, you decided to step closer and see if there was anyone inside. You peered at the window and saw no one. The inside seemed like someone was living there though. You could see a bed, some tableware, a pile of books, and..

Is that a coin collection? Wow.

You continued to check out the place until you heard a voice speak from behind.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

You turned around and came face to face with a young boy who looked about your age.

Short light-gray hair with a longer strand on his left side.

Ocean blue eyes that gleamed under the moonlight.

A beauty mark resting below his lips.

Tall. Handsome. Mysterious.

I wonder..

"Do you live here?" You blurted out.

He seemed taken aback by your question. "I was the one who asked you a question first."

"Oh, of course. I apologize. My name is Y/N, and I stumbled upon here after walking through the forest." You smiled at him. "What about you?"

He stared silently at you with a skeptical look. "It's none of your concern. I suggest you go back where you came from."

"But I don't want to go back yet. This is my first time going out of the house after years! I'm actually glad I met you here. At least I get to talk to someone. What's your name?"

The blue eyed person looked at you incredulously.

Were you.. trying to connect with him? How naive of you to trust someone you just met, he thought. One part of what you said had him curious though.

"First time?"

You nodded and explained your current situation. "My mother doesn't let me out of the house. I rarely see her since she's always busy with work, and when I do, we barely even talk. The other people at my house don't really try and connect with me so I don't really have anyone to talk to back there."

As you talked, he noticed the sad expression on your face as you looked down onto the ground. "Life has been.. pretty lonely for me. Just being by myself. No one being there for you. Feeling isolated from everyone else."

Somehow, your words stirred something within him. He resonated with you.

"I.." he said, which made you look up at him. "I can understand that. That feeling."

Your eyes slightly widen in surprise as you looked at him. "You do?"

He turns his back to you before sighing. "I do." He doesn't elaborate more on the matter, choosing to just gaze at the lake in front of him. It was quiet for a few moments, until you spoke again.

"I don't know what exactly happened, and you don't have to tell me anything. But if you don't mind me," you walked closer to his side and held his hand. "I'll be here for you," you said as you gave him a soft smile.

The silver haired boy turned to look at you, shock written on his face. "You.. you don't mean that."

"But I do."

"We just met."

"Then let's meet each other some more."

"What if I was a bad guy?"

"But you're not."

"And how do you know that?

You used your free hand and placed it on top of your chest, right where your heart was. "Because my heart said so."

He was astounded at your response before he chuckled. "Heh. You're so naive."

You giggled at him and squeezed his hand. "So, what do you say? Friends?"

Blue eyes meet your own e/c ones in a staring match, and then you felt him squeeze your hand back.

"...friends."

A big smile erupted on your face as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. "Yey!! Thank you, thank you! I'm so happy!" You continued to express your delight, unaware that your actions made him blush.

"Oh! That reminds me," you pulled away from him. "You never told me your name.

Your e/c eyes blinked at him expectantly, together with that bright smile of yours.

You looked cute.. wait, what?! He thought.

"Uhm.."

"Hmm?"

"It's.. Azul. My name is Azul."

"Wow! That's such a nice name. It suits you. I like it!" You beamed at him. "Azul."

"Yes?"

"Oh, sorry. I just.. wanted to say your name out loud. Hehe."

He felt the heat creep up on his face again, yet he couldn't deny that somehow, he liked hearing you call out his name.

"I should probably head back for now, but we should meet up again! I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked.

Azul nodded at you, making you smile and you bid each other goodnight. You were about to leave when you quickly turned around and gave him a quick hug.

"Thank you again for today. I'll see you tomorrow Azul!!" You said before finally walking back to where you came from.

...

The smile never left your face even as you lay down on your bed. Your mind kept replaying tonight's event over and over again. You were truly glad to have left the house and met someone. You even made a new friend!

I'm going to see him again. I can't wait for tomorrow to arrive. I can't wait to see Azul. Maybe I should bring something for tomorrow? I wonder if he likes cakes. Should I also bring some beverage? Maybe I'll get a picnic basket. We could have an after dinner snack.

You giggled to yourself as you thought of all the fun things you could do and talk about. Eventually, you fell asleep and for once, you had a smile on your face as you thought about one special person.

Azul.

...

Somewhere else, in a different manor, Azul lay awake. Normally, he would be asleep around this time, but his thoughts kept coming back to you.

He doesn't know why he just agreed to be your friend. Sure, you both felt lonely in life. But was that enough?

His mind went back to how naive you were, talking to a random stranger.

But then he also remembered how you smiled at him so sweetly.

How you held his hand and said you'd be there for him.

How you suddenly hugged him and he just felt... Safe?

Azul sighed. He said he wouldn't show himself as someone vulnerable anymore. That he would prove to them that he wasn't weak. That he was smarter and more powerful. He would prove to all those people that belittled him that he was better.

I'll show them. I'll get back at them and have my revenge.

Azul felt the anger within him start to swell, but it instantly mellowed down when you fluttered back into his thoughts.

He doesn't get it. Why did you have this effect on him? Azul sighed for the umpteenth time. He picked up a book from his bedside table and continued to read where he left off to distract himself. He soon managed to fall asleep, but a small smile graced his lips as the last thing on his mind was you.

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parkert01 · 11 months

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Happier - Spencer Reid

You and Spencer had been together for three years, you had recently celebrated your anniversary, finally able to celebrate on the actual date rather than a couple of days after. When you started dating Spencer, you had accepted that his work life was crazy, you knew that he could be called away at any time during the night or day, you liked him enough to bypass this.

When he left a couple days later, you assumed he was called into work, you didn't think anything of it until he came back a couple days later, grabbing your hand, dragging you to the sofa and dropping the most unexpected bombshell on you.

"I'm sorry. I think we should break up. I've met someone else"

You let out a choked sob, tears falling freely down your face. "Who is it? How long?" you whispered as your voice cracked. He avoided eye contact with you as he replied "Her name is Maeve, its been happening for a couple of months". You didn't say anything for a couple of moments before saying "You fell out of love with me months ago? You are a coward, I truly hope your happy. I am going to leave, I will get my sister to pick up tomorrow". He didn't reply only nodding when you put grabbed you back and walked out the door. You did send your sister round the next day to collect the things you had left at Spencer's apartment, she was mad when you told her what had happened, she ended up shouting at Spencer, as she passed him, his spare key, she told him that he would never get anyone better than you and that she hopes he miserable.

Months went by and you finally agreed to go out to a bar with your sister, you had spent long enough crying, you needed to get back out there. Although you thought Spencer was the one, you were clearly mistaken with how quickly he threw you away for a women he had only known for a short period of time. Your sister took your arm in hers and walked towards the doors, as you walked in, found some seats while she went and ordered the drinks, when she eventually came back, you started to feel like your old self again, laughing at funny memories.

The night went on and you felt someone staring at you, you ignored it at first but curiosity got the best of you and when you looked, you locked eyes with Spencer with his colleagues, you sent him a polite smile and diverted your eyes back to your drink. Your sister sensed this sudden change in mood and looked where you had previously looked, her face soon fell when she realised that he was there. "Do you want to leave?" You shook your head no, "It's been months, I want to have a good time and not to think about him". Your sister nodded and went to the bar to get more drinks. Spencer took this chance to come and speak to you. You only realised he was there, when he slipped into to your sisters previous seat, you looked up, when you realised it was him, you frowned.

"Hi Y/N"

"Hi Spencer"

"Look I just want to apologise, how I went by things wasn't okay"

"Don't apologise when you don't actually mean it. That makes it redundant. You aren't sorry, you just feel guilty. I truly hope she makes you happy and that you treat her better than you did me, I hope you truly love her"

"Y/N-"

You cut him off "Spencer, I think you should leave, go back to your friends". He gives you a sad look "Y/N, please"

"She said leave Spencer, so leave her alone" your sister cut him off, he accepted defeat, nodded and went back to his friends where you saw them send him looks of pity while tapping his back and shoulder. She placed the drink in front of you and said "let's finish these and get back home". You agreed and quickly downed your drink before you started crying. She rubbed your shoulder as you whispered "I wish I was enough for him. I wish he loved me. I wished he picked me. I want him to be happy but I don't want him to be happier. Does that make me selfish?"

She shook her head, "No, your not selfish, your just in love with him. You are enough and one day you will meet someone who worships you. You are always enough". You chuckled as you walked to the doors, before going through them, you looked back at Spencer, sent him a smile and nodded your head towards them, he smiled at you and nodded back at you. Nothing was exchanged verbally but that little notion expressed everything you needed to say.

You knew it would hurt now but in the long run you would be better, you knew that you would be okay. You would fall in love again. You never thought you wouldn't be with Spencer but now you had to forge a path in life without him by your side which was petrifying. You realised some people are only meant to be in your life for a season and that is okay

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taste. (extras)

★ the aftermath of the both literal and metaphorical fuck-fest you had with your newfound werewolf pack

a/n: idk just wanted to put the points of view of the yanderes as their own thing so here's that on here LOL

also i just wanted to write a thing to remind yall that im SOFT and SWEET and its all about CUDDLING here on this WHOLESOME MINECRAFT SERVER

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ part three ★ (swallow) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 1302

warning: bottom reader with male parts and pronouns, stereotypical werewolf scent stuff, mentions of marking (both scent wise and with bruises/bites)

Mel sighed, wiping himself of with a wet tissue.

If he thought that Isamu and Leonard were a handful, he was really signing himself up for something with the three of you. But, he supposed, Mother Moon knew he'd be able to handle it.

After all, the pull to you was even stronger than his pull towards his other two mates so he knew your rightful place was beside them.

He just needed to get used to cleaning up all three of his mates' messes now.

First, of course, was Isamu because he was for sure the least grumpy out of all three of them. And, also, the one with the most stamina so he'd for sure help out.

"C'mon, pup." Mel cupped the back of the back of Isamu's neck, pressing a soft kiss to Isamu's temple as he whispered in his ear, careful not to jostle the other two. "Careful now."

Isamu woke slowly but, like always, his moves were careful and calculated despite the sleepy look in his eyes.

"I?" Isamu leaned back, resting his bare ass against his ankles as he tried to remember what the hell happened during his momentary rut.

Mel saw when the recognision hit him because Isamu scrambled back, his now deflated knot pulling out easily.

"I-I-I--" Isamu stuttered out, his eyes flickering all over their new mate, assessing exactly what damage he'd made.

Mel knew the feeling. He'd spent a good long while staring too. You were a beauty before, when he first saw you in the forest.

You were even more beautiful now, with Isamu and Mel's bitemarks and bruises all over you and Leonard's scratches littered along your thighs.

"Calm down, Sam. It's fine." Mel cupped the back of Isamu's neck again, pressing another kiss to his temple. "Are you okay? You tired?"

Isamu looked up at Mel, those lost hazel eyes looking so nervous that it made Mel chuckle. But he gave Isamu time to think, to assess how he truly felt.

Mel would stand tall and firm, would be the hard rock that his mates needed to rest against.

"I-I'm fine." Isamu finally muttered after a few minutes.

Mel grinned, happy to hear that his mate was okay. His palm moved from Isamu's neck to his cheek where he drew him close to press a soft kiss against his lips

"Why don't you go clean yourself up, I'll wake up Sleeping Beauty and the three of us can take care of our new mate, hmmm?" Mel offered, knowing it was the only way he could talk Isamu into leaving your side.

Even then, Isamu looked hesitant, his eyes darting from you to Mel and back. Finally, he seemed to realise that he didn't have much of a choice because he slowly nodded and left the couch.

Mel almost laughed at how he hobbled a little.

That, of course, left him with the arduous task of separating you from Leonard without waking you up.

He had thought it would be hard but, actually, when he shifted you, you stayed asleep. He worried you were dead for a second but he checked on you and it really was that they took a lot out of you.

Made sense. Isamu and Leonard pretty much overstimulated you to hell and back just in between the two of them.

Mel wanted to be free of blame but he could admit he was part of the problem seeing as he basically just kicked back and watched.

He carefully laid you back and lifted Leonard into his arms. Like always, Leonard just laid there, giving little to no resistance. HIs head even lolled over, resting against Mel's chest.

Mel pressed a kiss to his forehead and brought him to the bathroom where Isamu was already filling the sink with warm water and readying the towels.

The two worked together, soaking the towels with warm water and wiping Leonard down till he was coherent enough to wonder what the fuck was going on.

"Where is he?"

"Calm down." Mel immediately clutched Leonard to his chest to prevent him from going feral and guarding over your body like an overprotective wolf over its own pups.

"He's in the living room. He's fine. We were just going to clean you up and then we're going to go with some warm towels and clean him up." Mel explained, his broad hand running through Leonard's soft blonde locks "You need to calm down or you'll trigger another rut and he won't be able to handle that."

Leonard panted, his nails digging into Mel's biceps, but he nodded frantically. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. He knew you weren't like them, that you were softer, more easily breakable.

He didn't want to break you.

When Mel felt like Leonard wouldn't run to you the first chance he'd get, he let go of him and Leonard sagged a little, feeling like his skin was too tight over his body, like he itched.

He wanted to see you but he didn't want to panic and make himself feel worse so he just itched his arms and focused on Mel.

Isamu felt the same. He had better control because Mel had been training him longer but you took that control and crushed it in your hand like paper.

You made him feel so weak and he loved it.

The last thing he wanted was to lose that control and hurt you though so he wrapped his arm around Leonard's shoulders and kissed his forehead before handing him some sweatpants and a crop top.

When the two of them dressed (as slowly as possible, Mel insisted) and washed their faces with cold water, they were finally allowed to take some damp warm towels over to you.

You were still where Mel left you, all splayed and vulnerable, open and trusting.

The inside of your wrist was raw and bitten from Isamu. Leonard could see where he reached back and clawed at the tops of your thighs, near your pelvis. They were already puffing up. There were even various bites along your shoulder and neck from Mel.

They really did a number on you.

Leonard sat down on the couch first, moving you so your cheek rested on his leg.

With the warm towels he had, he gently dabbed at the hickeys and bites along your shoulders, making sure not to scrub or rub and irritate it.

Mel sat down too, gently wiping along the grain of the scratches on your thighs,m making sure to be gentle with them so he wouldn't irritate them either.

Then, Isamu sat on the floor and took your wrist, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he took your wrist and pressed several apology kisses on it before he dabbed at it with a warm cloth.

They wiped you down till all the stickiness and lube was completely gone, till you were clean and comfortable. Then, they dressed you in their clothes.

You wore Isamu's sweatpants, one of Leonard's shirts and Mel's cleanest pair of used boxers. If you asked, it was because your clothes were covered in cum (Mel had a bout of insanity and came all over them) but, in reality, they liked you being covered in their scent.

Lastly, they positioned themselves around you, cuddling all around you.

Leonard plastered himself against your front immediately, his face already nosing against your jugular like he couldn't get enough of your scent. Isamu was against your back, his arms sneaking around your sides.

Mel had the unfortunate position of being under all of you, your head resting against his collar, Isamu's head against his bicep and Leonard's head on his chest.

He'd been in this position enough times to know that he'd wake up not feeling anything in the morning. Not that he'd complain seeing as he loved having all his mates in his arms like this.

Plus, Mel knew that Isamu and Leonard wouldn't be able to handle being away from you for a while, especially when they hadn't officially marked you.

To Isamu and Leonard, you could easily be stolen away and they wouldn't be able to stand it.

So the three of you would sleep on the amply sized couch, comfortable and safe. Mel would make sure of it. He'd keep all of you safe, forever.

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