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cythiraeth · 6 months

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cupid's chokehold! - i. e. the moment genshin men knew they've fallen for you

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x al-haitham, cyno, xiao (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: the exact moment (or process which lead to it) when genshin men knew that they are head over heels in love with you!

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, not proof-read, lighter (?) and more free form of the work this time!

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: ehe, long time no see! i'm back to life and posting, so to start i picked something that was easier to write and is slightly in a different form than my previous works, however, i hope you'll like it :> also, i'm still waiting for any work requests, so if you have any idea, feel free to messege me!!

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 1.5 k in total

al-haitham

seeing you in a pretty, elegant outfit, probably some kind of dress or suit, maybe showing your collarbones or it just being mesmerizing, it's up to you how you imagine a perfect fit ;) he is just PHYSICALLY UNABLE to take his eyes off you! the usually calm and collected al-haitham forgets how to use the ability to speak for a brief second.

the moment you left the room in which you were getting ready as he was waiting outside, he almost gasped out loud

i mean literally, this man's brain stopped working for a second

you two were supposed to attend tighnari's birthday party, and while he didn't consider it a occasion to wear something elegant, you did the opposite

that's why he was left so speechless. because he was caught by surprise! he thought you would wear your casual clothes just as he did…

but it happened, you wore one of your favorite outfits for special occasions, and he was flabbergasted

of course it's not like your look was the only reason he has fallen for you! he was definitely considering it many times before this happened, but he was living in denial.

"no, i don't actually have feelings for them. they make me feel comfortable, i crave hearing their voice or laugh and i care about them a lot, but no, we're just friends" - probably al-haitham to himself at some point in his life.

but this time, he couldn't explain his feelings in any rational way known to man. you were so stunning that his eyes shined uncontrollably when he laid them on you. he was so busy studying your silhouette, your face and your hair that he didn't even hear your first question, which was:

"and? how do i look?" you asked, opening the door but still keeping your hands on the doorframe and leaning on it. you were slightly blushed because it was quite embarrassing to let him see you like this, but if you were to be honest, you were also a little bit excited to see his reaction

so when he didn't even answer you and remained indifferent on the outside, the slightly raised corners of your mouth drooped

you just weren't aware of what he's been experiencing on the inside…

because his heart started pounding a little bit faster and he was ashamed of it but on the other hand you looked gorgeous and he couldn't stop himself from thinking about what would he do if you were in relationship

(he had such a strong urge to kiss your hand like a gentleman for some reason)

"what? do i really look that bad?" you asked after you have swallowed the bitterness of your first impression

"sorry?" he said, blinking, your words drawing him out of his reverie, "did you say something?"

you snorted, annoyed by his behavior, assuming that he probably couldn't care less about your look at the moment, but at least he should try to pretend he does

but oh, how wrong you were…

when you repeated the question he only murmured something under his breath in response, so you decided to let him be

you noticed he got sweaty all of sudden, it was probably too hot for him inside, you thought, so you took the last things and you two left the house.

in reality, he wasn't feeling hot because of the temperature of course, but he was just as surprised by his own actions as you were. surprised in a slightly different way though….

cyno

talking with tighnari... he found all his confidence to talk to him about his possible feelings for you, that he could not recognize and tighnari was left speechless because of how innocent and lost in his feeling cyno looked

he was probably hanging out with tighnari someday, maybe they went out for a dinner, and somehow the topic of conversation has come down to you

for a long time he was hesitant to talk about his feeling towards you out loud but today he decided he'd try discussing it with his friend

because if not tighnari then who would be a suitable person? surely not you

also, don't think that he was aware of what he's feeling. HAHA, no. he would never

"what in your opinion y/n thinks of me…?" was his first question. he tried to choose the words carefully and say it in his normal tone but even a small sign of arousal in his voice was enough for tighnari to notice that something is up

"and why are you asking?" he wanted to make sure that his interpretation is right

"no reason in particular," his answer was quick, those words escaped his lips uncontrollably, so he had to add something "i just consider them a close friend and i want to know if they do too."

tignari almost started laughing out loud, but he controlled himself.

close friend? oh man, he is so clueless…

"are you sure that they are a "close friend?"" he was actually having some fun but at the same time he just wanted to smack himself on the forehead, he couldn't decide

"well, definitely not a "distant friend""

that's it, that's the moment when tighnari smacked his forehead

"i'll pretend i didn't hear that," he tried to be serious, but it wasn't easy. "listen, you look at them like they are your entire world. that's the kind of look people give to their lovers, not close friends!" he finally said it out loud

cyno had to blink twice to process what was just said.

he. in love. with you?

maybe? i mean, he always cared about your opinion about his jokes the most and he wanted to spend as much time as possible with you… but he thought that it's normal for friends to feel this way. and to steal glances at you person when you aren't looking, and to read every book you recommend him…

"you say so?" he finally asked, resting his chin on his hands "then maybe you're right," he admitted out loud

"FINALLY" tighnari couldn't hold it any longer… he was SO relieved that his friend won't be acting like he is running around in the fog anymore… right?

"and why are you so emotional about it?" cyno was genuinely confused (pls help this man he is often so clueless)

"because by now even collei knew"

xiao

when you kept coming back after all of his attempts to push you away. he wanted to protect you, protect you from him, because for a human it would be better to stay away from his karmic debt, right? but when you remained determined to get closer to him no matter how many times he tried to disencourage you, he slowly realized that maybe, just maybe he can let you get closer to his heart than he ever let anyone to be.

in his case, there wasn't any particular situation that made him realize his feelings, it was rather a complex and long process (not really a chokehold then but shh…)

he knew you for several months despite of his numerous attempts of cutting any ties he had with you

it was just that… you were stubborn. but not in a regular way, no. your stubbornness was much less invasive and annoying, and it manifested in your constant willingness to get closer to him

however, you never imposed yourself nor did you try convincing him! you were just visiting wangshu inn regularly, maybe tried striking up a conversation a few times, even just sitting in silence was enough for you

and because of all those actions he never felt overwhelmed by your presence! actually, after some time, he just got used to it and secretly started liking it

however, there was always this silent voice in the back of his head that he shouldn't be doing this and that he's forgetting himself

so definitely, when he slowly started thinking of you in that way at the very beginning he was IN SUCH A BIG DENIAL that it's almost unbelievable

alright, he admitted it to himself, but swore to N E V E R talk to anyone about it, especially and above all, to you.

he just decided to act as if those feelings didn't exist, that's all. and it went like that for quite a long time unfortunately… (at least you can be sure that he keeps his promises at all costs!!)

and after some time, when he was surprised that they didn't just go away, a certain thought crossed his mind…

he started thinking about what ifs and imagining what could happen if he theoretically decided to tell you about his feelings

(he spent another few months on that though)

at some point he just couldn't look at you without seeing you both holding hands in his mind or stand next to you without the urge to put his hand on your shoulder (of course only in private, he would never do pda…)

but still, his karmic debt…

he was so torn between those two thoughts (there were two wolves inside of him)

but as you expect, after months of his internal struggling, and your consistency in getting closer to him and encouraging him to open up, he let his feelings win for once in his long life

(take good care of him because he deserves it)

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nicoliine · 3 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you do requests? If not, please ignore the rest of this ask and have a good day!

If you do, would it be alright to request a Lucifer x Imp!Reader that is very untrusting of bluebloods? Thank you, and stay safe!

— a/n: Hi there! I saw your request a couple days ago but honestly I was a little bit too lazy about it haha! It's an interesting idea, hope you like it 💞 or else...🤺

˗ ˏ ˋ Lucifer Morningstar x Imp!Reader ˎ ˊ ˗

G/N Reader — no pronouns or y/n used.

-You don't really like the higher-ranking demons.

-It could be either the way they are to the lower hellborns like you or a personal trauma, but the despise stills there; you just can't stand them, so you just decide to keep your distance when you and Lucifer cross paths.

-But he seemed to be interested in you in a weird, silly, and chaotic way.

-He was confused at first about your cold self, especially because you in fact had an attitude, and it was only towards him! looking at you casually talking to someone else, and you looked so relaxed and friendly, that just can't be. He figured it out later on, so he didn't take it personally; he still thinks it's unfair.

-At first, you guys were at each other's throats.

-Well, perhaps only you; you are the only one who seems to have a problem, really. Lucifer finds it amusing that you are frowning and almost could hear your hissing when he was trying to talk to you or when he was simply existing there, a little too close to your liking. He just raises his hands in surrender and lets you be, but he doesn't back down.

-I think this would be like a slow burn, but a very slow one. Lucifer has his own problems to deal with, and you can't trust him just yet, so the time you spend together is limited to every other week.

-He would try to approach you slowly, but he will not force you; he just wants to get to know you better. When he was looking at you from afar—in a non-stalking, creepy way—he noticed that you were actually interesting and a good talker. He just wanted you to be like that with him! He was being friendly; there were no ulterior motives behind it.

-You, on the other hand, were absolutely losing your shit; this guy just doesn't catch the message and still shows up unannounced and invades your personal space.

-But he isn't that bad, is he?

-I mean, he always greets you and seems kind of nice, offering you a drink or a snack while you are reading or watching TV.

-But-

-He just can't be that good; you can't let your guard down.

-I think that you two started to grow closer after a couple of months in this situation; you seemed to be less tense around him, and of course he noticed but didn't say a word. He just lets you go at your own pace.

-You were sitting reading a book when he approached you. He noticed how you didn't try to get out of there once he arrived and also took your bag from the free seat so he could sit. He smiled, silently watching you and doing a small talk. You don't always respond, but your answers are no longer sarcastic or mean.

-One day he slipped and almost knocked down a bookshelf. You couldn't help but laugh when he panicked. This caught his attention, and he just stood here. Your laugh was so cute, and you trying to hide it from him was even better.

-Lucifer started to catch feelings for you at that exact moment.

-Now you two started to spend more time together. Of course, you asked why he visited you more often, but he just waved his hand, said that his agenda was cleared early, and decided to come to say hi as he didn't have anything better to do. That liar bastard.

-Sometimes you stop what you are doing when he comes, listening to his histories and making a comment every now and then. He is happy to know that you are actually listening.

-He actually confessed to you on multiple occasions; you were taken aback the first time but decided to be completely honest with him. You said you didn't want to rush things and end up making it awkward for you.

-Of course, it wasn't the answer he was expecting and didn't try to hide it, but at least you didn't say no!

-He will keep bringing up the subject again sooner or later; he just wants you to give him a chance. However, you just keep rejecting him. You find it hard to suppress your smile when he groans in defeat every time you say that. He is kind of overdramatized.

-Please be nice to this silly guy; he's doing his best and will treat you as the queen you are once you give him the yes; it doesn't take too long to happen.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated 💞

#lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #nicolines

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queenie-avenue · 3 months

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Ok hear me out👉👈

Katie finding out (in this case she got friendzoned LOL) that Reader is in a relationship with someone else?? How do u think she takes it??

I've been such a lurker for quite some time and i love ur content sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 *sending kisses*

Rejection is never the End.

💌 ⤻ THE CHEERLEADER, KATIE WILLIAMS

—> she won't ever give up on you.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader has a girlfriend, no cheating, manipulation, possessiveness, obsession, typical yandere behaviour, gaslighting, reader gets drunk and katie takes advantage of her

notes: thank you so much for the ask, I'm so sorry it's taken so long for me to get to this!! no proof-reading, we die.

🦋⤻ archives.

If you have a significant other, Katie will no doubt be furious, especially if you reveal it to her just when she decided to confess to you, of all things. She will be pissed off, but will just smile at you and pretend that everything is a-okay. You wouldn't even suspect a thing.

Sure, at first it'd be awkward with you and her drifting just a bit — which causes her to almost have a meltdown and abandon her cheer captain duties for a while — but eventually after a month of two, you both would go back to normal.

The difference would be that now she had access to your relationship status.

And boy, would she make use of it.

Out of consideration for her feelings, you'd of course not talk much about your significant other but Katie, Katie wanted to know.

It started small, she liked to visit your dorm normally so it was a usual day of her coming to see you after cheer practice in her short shorts and pink t-shirts.

“Oh, those flowers are so cute, did your girlfriend get them for you?” Katie asked, lounging on your desk as she stroked the petals of the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers. “They are so pretty!” She squealed, grinning at you as you sat on your bed.

“Yeah, my girlfriend came over just the other day. It was fun.” You smiled back, wanting to keep details of your beau brief out of respect and love for Katie.

“Does she get you flowers often?” Katie inquired, eyes fixated on the flowers, back turned to you now.

“Not really. It was just a special occasion yesterday, our one year anniversary.” You exclaimed, clearly giddy about the fact you had been together with your girlfriend for a year.

“Fun.” She replied, tutting her plump lips. “So, why didn't I know about her? I mean, you showed me pictures once but you don't really tall about her that much.” Katie commented as she leaned towards you.

“We don't talk about our relationship much…” You mumbled. “I mean- she's like secretive about it. So not a lot of people know.” You shrugged your shoulders awkwardly. Oh, [y/n], you really were such a horrible liar. Katie could tell in an instant that the idea of you relationship being kept secret made you antsy, uncomfortable. If it were *her* that was your girlfriend, she'd be parading you around proudly. Why couldn't you see that?

“Huh.” She huffed, eyeing you up and down.

That was how it started.

She made use of your insecurities about your relationship with your girlfriend and weaponised them against you. Slowly, you grew more worried about whether the reason your girlfriend didn't want to reveal your relationship was because she wasn't proud to be with you, or she wasn't committed to being with you or worst, that she was being unfaithful towards you. Katie didn't help matters, subtly showing you those stupid YouTube shorts with reddit stories that talked about how people who didn't make their relationships known typically cheated on their partners.

You slowly spiralled into madness, growing resentful of your girlfriend and more appreciative of Katie. Eventually, you would break it off with your girlfriend when things became too hard for the both of you.

You kept starting arguments with your girlfriend over why she wanted to keep the relationship a secret, you became too needy for her validation and she was annoyed with you constantly picking fights with her and also your budding relationship with Katie who seemed to find a way to antagonise your girlfriend every single time. Katie egged you on, overanalysing each word your girlfriend said or texted to you and reporting what she thought back to you. Most of which just made you view your girlfriend in a horrible light.

Eventually, you broke up with your girlfriend.

Just like Katie wanted.

She would soon swoop in to comfort you, tell you that it wasn't your fault that the relationship didn't work. Your girlfriend was the red flag, you didn't do anything wrong!

“Come on, pom-pom. Cheer up, you'll find someone much better than her. You were too good for her ass anyway.” Smiled Katie as she dragged you for a night of partying at a fraternity.

You got wasted, of course; attempting to drown out the sorrow of your freshly opened wounds.

Katie's hand snaked around your waist as you danced to the beat of the music, the loud thumps banging loudly in your ear as you drunkenly relied on the cheerleader for support. Before you knew it, the dancing morphed into Katie pulling you into the bathroom, your legs wrapped around her waist as she leaned closer into you, both sat on the counter of the toilet. The vague sounds of people banging the door outside as you both gazed into each others’ eyes. “You feeling better?” She asked, dark eyes looking into yours intensely.

“I… I still miss her.” You slurred, slumping your body into Katie's neck, letting out a dry sob. The cheerleader hummed as she placed a hand on your waist, another under your chin.

“You don't need to think about her anymore, okay? I'm here for you.” She pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

Katie knew that you loved her, everyone did. It's just that your girlfriend was in the way. Now that she's not, you can be devoted to loving her, and only her.

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happy74827 · 6 months

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Moral Support

[Harvey Specter & Teen!Reader]

Synopsis: All you wanted was to spend more time with your busy uncle, but since he’s the best closer in town, even a simple concert at your school is inconvenient. Still, given the importance, you can’t help but try.

WC: 2198

Category: Platonic, Angst/Fluff

New show alert! Well, it's not really new to me since I'm almost on season seven now, and it's an old show to begin with, but this show currently has a death grip over me, and I'm actually shocked it took me this long to start writing for it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this... buffoonery because I sure did.

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Harvey Specter was the kind of man that was always on the move. The workaholic attorney practically lived at his job, and if he wasn't there, he was out trying to get more clients. He rarely had time for himself or for those closest to him, which was why you rarely saw him anymore. It was always quick phone calls that were over before you could even grab the phone from your father. The rare occasion that you were able to actually spend time with your uncle was the holidays, and even then, he’d always leave early. There was always some case that required his attention, and you knew better than to complain about it.

He was your hero, and you respected the fact that his work was so important to him. But that didn't stop the sting when he'd cancel plans for the third time in a row. You loved him, and you knew that he loved you, but that didn't mean you didn't miss him. You wanted him to be around, and you wanted him to be proud of you. That was why when you found out that you were picked to do the major solo in your upcoming choir concert, you immediately thought of him. How proud he’d be when he showed up and heard you sing.

But… when you decided to “drop by” his office, you were reminded once again that your uncle was a very busy man. He was hunched over his desk, his hand was in his hair, and his eyes focused on whatever paper he was reading. He didn’t even hear Donna, his amazing secretary, when she told him you were here. So, you walked in and cleared your throat, making him look up.

"Uncle Harvey, hi!" you said happily, walking closer to his desk. He looked tired and not at all happy to see you, but you weren't going to let that deter you.

"Hey, kiddo. What are you doing here?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the papers in front of him. You sat down and leaned forward, trying to read them, but he was quick to snatch them up.

"I just wanted to come see you. I haven't seen you since Christmas."

"Well, I've been busy. You know that." He said, standing up and shuffling the papers into a folder. "What's up, kid?"

Harvey turned back around to face you, a small and tired smile on his lips. You reminded him a lot of Mike, though it really should be the other way around. You were always curious about his work, wanting to learn everything you could. Mike did, too, but he didn’t have the same innocence as you. The smiles you wore were much more genuine.

"Well, I just wanted to ask you something," you said, suddenly feeling shy. He sat down again and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his hands.

"Shoot."

You took a deep breath and began to explain, "So, I have this choir concert coming up. I've been taking lessons for a while, and I auditioned and got this huge, big solo in one of the songs.”

"That's great. What's the question?"

"Well,” You let out a sigh, “I was hoping that you would be able to come.”

There was a pause as Harvey let what you said sink in. His expression shifted to something that you couldn't place. There was a mix of emotions in his eyes, and it made you uneasy. You knew what was coming, but you still held onto hope. You held onto the idea that this one time was the exception.

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t.

"As much as I would love to, kiddo, I can't," he said, his tone a bit softer than it was before.

"Can't or won't?"

“I have a case that requires a lot of my attention right now. A man could go to prison for something he didn’t do, and I can't risk that happening because I went to some little show."

"Some little show? Uncle Harvey, this isn’t just some show! This is a big deal, and I want you there. I want you to be proud of me,” you said, trying not to get angry.

"I'm always proud of you."

"It doesn't feel like it."

He looked at you for a moment before letting out a sigh. He leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face. It was clear that he was stressed and had a lot of work to do, but you still couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

"I have a lot going on, okay?" he said, a bit harsher than before. You felt yourself shrink a little, and you dropped your head, nodding.

"Yeah, I know," you mumbled, standing up and grabbing your bag. "I'm sorry. I'll let you get back to work."

He called after you, but you kept walking. You didn't stop until you got outside, and even then, all you could think about was going home and being alone.

"How'd it go?" Donna asked, sitting at her desk. She had a warm smile on her lips and a cup of coffee in her hands, but it quickly faded when she saw the look on your face.

"Why ask when you already know the answer? I'll see you later," you mumbled, waving as you passed. She called your name, too, but you ignored her like your uncle. You weren't in the mood to talk to anyone. You just wanted to be by yourself. Maybe eat some ice cream, too, just to dissolve the disappointment.

Once out of sight, Donna let out a sigh, shaking her head before deciding to walk into Harvey's office. She was ready to tell him off for how he treated you, but the words died in her throat. He was leaning back in his chair, the same tired expression he'd had when you came in still on his face. It wasn't the fact that he looked so worn that stopped her, though. It was the look of guilt and regret.

"Go away, Donna,” he grumbled, not looking at her. “I don’t want to hear it."

"You should," she replied, closing the door and stepping inside. "She's a kid, Harvey, and she looks up to you."

"I know that."

"Do you? Because, from what I saw, it doesn't seem like it."

"Donna, what do you want from me? I can't just drop everything and go to a show. Not when someone's life is on the line. I have a job to do," Harvey said, his voice rising as he stood up.

"That's a crap excuse, and you know it. You can work around things. I know you can."

"It's not that simple. I have a lot going on, and I can't just let it fall through the cracks."

"But you can let your niece fall through the cracks?"

"Donna-"

"She wanted you there, Harvey, and you just dismissed her. Instead of a simple “I’ll try my best,” you said to her face that her show isn’t important enough."

"I did not say that," Harvey snapped, moving around his desk.

"Some little show?" Donna mocked, throwing his words back at him. It got him to pause, his anger fading into something else.

"Don’t quote me. You know I didn't mean it like that."

"Didn't you? You didn't exactly phrase it nicely."

Harvey's jaw tightened, and his hands clenched into fists. Donna could tell that he was holding back. She had hit a sore spot and as much as he wanted to yell, he was stopping himself.

"Why do you care so much?" he asked, his tone sharp.

"Because she's a good kid, and she deserves better than your bullshit."

"Get out," Harvey said, turning his back to her and sitting down. Donna watched him, trying to see if he'd change his mind.

"Fine," she said, "But just think about what I said."

And with that, she walked out of his office, leaving him alone with his thoughts. She wasn’t wrong, and that pissed him off.

He hated being wrong, and even though he didn’t think he was, the guilt that filled his chest wouldn’t let him think anything else.

The next week, you were backstage and trying not to freak out. It wasn’t that you were nervous. You loved to sing, and it wasn't hard to do it in front of a crowd. There were so many people there, and they all cared. You didn't have anything to worry about. It was more so the fact that your uncle was one of the few who wasn’t.

He didn’t call or even send a text. It was radio silence, and it hurt, but you weren’t surprised. As much as you wanted him to be there, he wasn’t going to come. He had more important things to do, and as much as it sucked, you accepted it.

Still, the idea of singing without him knowing about it made you want to throw up.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it though because the concert was starting. Your solo was near the end, and it was the last song, so you didn’t have to sit and watch everyone else for too long. That was good, but not enough to stop you from worrying.

Before you could start panicking, the choir started, and you were forced to focus. All thoughts of your uncle slipped away as the music washed over you, and soon, you were lost. Everything seemed to blur as the sound grew louder and the world became smaller. This was where you were meant to be. On stage, singing your heart out.

Your parents and little sister were in the crowd, and you knew they were cheering for you. You couldn’t hear them, but the image was enough.

You finished your solo, the sound echoing off the walls and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Everyone was clapping, and you smiled, bowing as the lights dimmed.

As soon as it was all over, you rushed backstage and grabbed your things, ready to go home and relax. But, the minute you walked out the front door with your father, you froze.

“You were a little sharp, don’t you think? It's not terrible; it's just a bit off-key. But we can work on that next time.”

"Harvey." Your father said, not sounding all too happy. You looked up, and sure enough, there he was. “Still an asshole I see.”

"Marcus! How nice to see you too!" Harvey greeted sarcastically, nodding along. He turned his gaze to you and smiled. You could tell he was proud, even though he didn't say it.

"I thought you couldn't make it." You said, a hint of hopefulness in your voice.

"Eh, I figured why the hell not. It's not every day that my niece becomes Hannah Montana," Harvey joked, nudging you playfully. "Seriously, kiddo. You sounded great up there. You really blew it out of the water."

Your face broke out into a smile, and you rushed forward, pulling him into a tight hug. He was stiff at first, not expecting it, but he relaxed quickly. His hand came up to rest on your head, and you pulled back, a bright smile on your lips.

"Donna talked you into coming, didn't she?"

"You have no proof of that."

"I bet she had a list."

"Of reasons why you deserve the world? Absolutely," Harvey said, ruffling your hair. "But, I am glad I came. I needed a break."

"You mean you need sleep," your dad interjected, walking over to stand beside you. He was giving Harvey a stern look, but the older Spector brother couldn’t help but smirk.

"I can't believe you're still a stick in the mud. What happened to the cool dad I once knew?"

"He had to go and get an even bigger headache."

"You say headache; I say blessing," Harvey shot back, earning an eye roll from his younger brother.

"Whatever. We'll talk about it later," Marcus said, "You eating with us, Harvey?"

"If you're offering."

"Well, then let's go. I'm starving, and we can't have you pass out. Who would drive your expensive ass home?"

"Better knock it off before Katie hears you."

"She's used to it."

"Used to what?"

"Me calling you an asshole."

"Oh, yeah? What about-"

"Boys, behave." Your mother said, finally cutting into the conversation. You all turned, a bit shocked, and looked at her.

"I can't help that he's so easy to mess with," Harvey said, pointing to his brother.

"Yeah, right. Like I'm the easy target."

"Alright, alright. Come on, let's go," Katie said, putting an arm around your shoulders and guiding you toward the car. You glanced back at Harvey and waved. He smiled and waved back, falling into step beside your father.

It was a long night of bickering and laughter. A lot of it was your dad and uncle picking on each other, but it was fun. Harvey seemed to relax and not worry about anything else. He was there, and he was happy.

Maybe, for the first time in a long time, he wasn't too busy.

Not for you.

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 7 months

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anon asked:

Hi! It says on your description thing that your requests are open? ( I’m sorry for this if they’re closed :’) )

I read your request rules and it said you take poly kiribaku and I was wondering if you could write a scenario of kiribaku with a fashion designer reader? reader makes them suits and an outfit for themselves from scratch for an event? Just kinda funny fluffy stuff with reader slowly getting more annoyed at them not cooperating ( mainly Bakugou cause he’s Bakugou lol ) but still managing to finish and make them cool suits and an outfit for themselves too :)

I’ve had this lil idea in my head for months now and I love your writing, so if you think you could do something with this I’d be very happy :)) ( sorry for the long request, if you don’t want to write this I wouldn’t mind, also sorry again if your requests are closed :’) )

thank you! :))

a/n: so sorry its a bit short anon, but i did what i could!

w.count: 1.1k

your office was currently a mess. an organized mess but a mess nonetheless and katsuki made sure you knew that by his sneering. it wasn't unusual for either of your boyfriends' to stop by your workplace for various reasons. forgot your lunch, bringing you papers you needed, maybe repairs to their hero suits since your stitching 'holds up better than others'. still, this time you were the one to strong-arm them into both coming by. or rather, strong-arm katsuki, since eijirou had no issues in popping by when you called.

your work office was filled with used and unused mannequins, your main desk, a separate desk littered with fabric scraps, your sewing machines, and straight pens left, right, and center. there was also a quiant little loveseat with two comfortable cushions you have for visiting clients.

that very loveseat is where both your boyfriends' currently parked their asses. you standing in front of them with your hands on your hips and a tape measure gripped in your palm.

"i dont see why we need all new shit," katsuki groans, his arms on the back of the loveseat, looking away from your unimpressed scowl. eijiou curls his lips in to try- and fail- to conceal the amused look on his face.

you had called them both here because of the next hero gala. the dates were finally sent out to those permitted to attend, and both of their names were on the roster. of course, they would be going- mostly because katsuki's pr team begged him to- and since they got to bring plus ones along, you would also be with them.

the two of them have always been wearing store bought formal wear or renting suits, but this was literally your area of expertise! you would get measurements from the two of them if it was the last thing youd do before making them outfits they can freely keep for such occasions.

eijirou had no qualms about the whole process. in fact, his measurements went smoothly aside from him flexing his arms when you were trying to get their circumference.

"yes, you're very muscular babe, now relax your arm or so help me," was what he got in return to his playful tomfoolery. checking off his waist and hips was also filled with banter since at least three times he had hugged you and kept joking about how he wasn't just going to not when you were right in front of him. that would be far too many wasted opportunities.

katsuki had been scrolling on his phone the whole time eijirou was prolonging his process by playing harmless pranks and showering you in goofy affection as he does. you almost wished you had measured him last to get the stubborn fool that is katsuki over with first though.

now, here you stand, impatiently waiting for him to get his ass up and get started.

"katsuki," you warn, his head tipping back in a groan. "i've got all day," you tell him as if you weren't bothered in the slightest. you were though, and annoyed to boot. while you did in fact have time, that doesn't mean you want it to be wasted in a battle of wits.

"what's the damn point of taking measurements? we've got plenty of shit at home to wear."

"no, you don't. I do, but you guys have nothing properly formal enough for a gala, and im sick of renting suits when i can just make something and save some money in the process. do you know how expensive it is to rent a suit? no, because you're loaded, so up."

"i did enough of this kinda shit growin' up, i aint dealing with it when im not even livin' with my folks anymore."

you roll your tongue across your teeth, squeezing the space between your eyes with your fingers and holding yourself back.

"come on, kats, don't be such a fun sponge," eijirou tries to help. knocking him lightly in the side with his elbow, katsuki just huffs and looks at the nearest clock as if gauging when your workday was supposed to end and how long he can keep this up.

"fine," you heave, tossing your measuring tape at his chest before it flops onto his legs. "have it your way."

"that's what I tho-"

"I'll just call mitsuki and she can give me your measurements." there was a slight pause after your claim settles into the air you three occupy.

"what?" he almost sounded like he didn't believe you. but oh how serious you are.

"go on, shoo." you walk back towards your main desk with your computer and grab your purse where you start digging around for your phone. "i have a phone call to make, so go somewhere else if you're not going to be useful. oh, eijirou you can stay though if you want."

"hey!" katsuki, pulling his arms off the back of the couch, both offended that he was being kicked out while his boyfriend got to stay and miffed because- were seriously going to call his mom? over his measurements? god, who knows what else could come out of that hag's mouth if you call her asking for that. the last thing he needed was you and his mother commenting on how small his waist was or worse.

you plant yourself in your desk chair and pull over a notepad and pen to write down the oncoming numbers you would be getting one way or the other. katsuki springs from the loveseat when he sees the phone line start dialing from across the room against your cheek.

the phone rings twice and you're ready to apologize for calling in the middle of the work day when she picks up, but before you could your phone was ripped from your hand and away from your cheek.

"wha- katsuki!" you utter in disbelief.

"ignore this," he huffs before hanging up the call and tossing your tape measure into your face.

"take your stupid ass measurements, but you don't get this back for a while." the blond tosses your phone over to kirishima who had been gleefully watching the free entertainment. the red head catches it easily and safely tucks it into his pocket.

"traitor," you send his way across the room and he just shrugs.

"sorry, boyfriend's orders."

"that's right," katsuki backs him up with his arms crossed and you return the sentiment by jabbing him in the side with the back of your pen. "now hurry up, this offer expires soon."

"i hate you," you groan as you get up and untangle your measuring tape to start the process of finally getting what you needed.

"no you don't."

"i wish i did."

"liar."

"shut up, im concentrating."

he hates to admit it, but the group of coordinating matching outfits you three all wear to the gala weeks later was totally worth pushing your buttons for. plus, it was cute to rile you up sometimes.

(mitsuki did call his cell later that day to explain why it's incredibly rude to hang up on his mother. he hung up on her again.)

#bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku fluff #kiribaku x reader fluff #kiribaku x y/n #kiribaku x y/n fluff #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n

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blooming-dahlia · 3 months

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My Dear Friend, I Love You - (Late) Valentine’s Day Special! [Riddle Rosehearts]

╰ Ace sighed heavily as the red and pink heart-shaped cards fell out of the box onto the floor. This year, he and Deuce were in charge of the special Valentine's Day mail at NRC because Riddle wanted them to do something more productive than the things they usually did. And Valentine's Day happened to be right around the corner, so as their beloved friend, you suggested they should volunteer as mailmen for that special occasion.

╰ “I had no idea the students here are so affectionate. How many are there?”

╰ “Come on, Ace. We have to sort them and deliver them to the right classes before our first lesson starts.” Deuce was already on his knees, picking up the cards from the floor and reading the classes written under the students' names. Then he started sorting them carefully, making sure nothing gets mixed up. “I could use some help, you know?”

╰ Dissatisfied and still a bit sleepy, Ace knelt down beside his friend and picked up a pink heart made of paper. This one was addressed to Idia Shroud, the housewarden of Ignihyde. A mocking laugh escaped the redhead's lips.

╰ “That’s an interesting one, let’s see what’s written here.”

╰ Suddenly, Deuce snatched the valentine out of Ace's hands and put it on the class 3-B pile. They weren't supposed to read personal things like love letters, but it was obvious that Ace didn't care. As fast as he could, he began to read the contents of another card he spotted.

╰ “Dear Vil Schoenheit, I'm free on Valentine's Day after 7 PM, so maybe we could meet and watch a movie or eat something delicious at a fancy restaurant. If you're interested, please wear your favorite high heels, I want you to step on me with them- what the hell is this?!” Ace burst out laughing like a maniac before placing the heart on the class 3-C pile.

╰ Another minute passed. Deuce still tried to concentrate on his work, while Ace continued to make ridiculous comments on almost every next letter. Some of them were indeed genuine, full of sweet words of affection, while others were more questionable and not entirely serious. Or at least Ace hoped so.

╰ Vil turned out to be the winner in terms of the amount of valentines received, which wasn't surprising. Somehow Malleus Draconia also managed to get the most cards, both from his class and dormitory. Finally, Deuce picked up the last one, which was visibly different from the others. First of all, it wasn't a heart-shaped piece of paper, but an elegantly wrapped letter. Someone definitely wanted to stand out and impress their crush, they thought. But that wasn't the only reason this valentine was intriguing. The mysterious letter was addressed to [Y/N] [L/N] of class 1-A, the non-magical student and best friend of Adeuce duo.

╰ “I don’t trust them.”

╰ Riddle read the draft of his letter once more before turning to Trey, who was standing in the doorway. The special mail was scheduled to start tomorrow and last until the early morning of Valentine's Day before Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade take the mailbox to sort the cards and finally deliver them to their addressees.

╰ The main problem was the fact that this year's mailmen weren't the most responsible people in Night Raven College, and Riddle was well aware of that. There was no way he was going to take the risk of writing an entire essay expressing his true feelings for you, not if it was going to end up in the hands of those two troublemakers.

╰ “Maybe it's time to finally give them a chance and let them do something that would prove their sense of responsibility?”

╰ “No, they will read it, I am absolutely sure.”

╰ “And that’s why you decided to write [Y/N] a love letter starting with ‘My Dear Friend’? Or maybe you’re not certain about your feelings towards them?” Trey noticed. In fact, Riddle had been struggling with his confession to you for some time, and the upcoming Valentine's Day seemed like the perfect opportunity to end that suffering. You were his first love, after all, and it was obvious that Riddle was nervous, even though he tried to act cool most of the time.

╰ He was also curious if you had made a Valentine's card for anyone. Maybe for Ace and Deuce, since they were your best friends? Or maybe a tuna-scented one for Grim? Unless... no, that couldn't be true. Riddle didn't even want to think about you being in love with someone else. He knew it was selfish of him, but he had fallen head over heels for you and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to confess before it's too late, before some other guy steals your heart.

╰ With a sigh, Riddle took a formal paper and concentrated on rewriting his letter on it. Most people cut colorful sheets of paper in the shape of a heart, but that wasn't his style. Trey went back to the kitchen some time later, allowing Riddle to bang his head against the desk in peace. Why was it so hard to confess to someone, even if it was just through a simple letter?

╰ “My Dear Friend- damn, [Y/N] just got friendzoned through a valentine.”

╰ Deuce tried hard to resist the temptation to read the card, but eventually ended up listening carefully to every word Ace read. This time there was no mocking or laughing. While reading it, they weren't quite sure if this was a love confession, since the person who wrote it seemed to think of you more as a friend than a crush. Either it was a friendzone declaration, or this person was just terrible when it comes to feelings.

╰ “I would be honored if you would accept my invitation for a cup of tea and a nice walk afterwards. Sincerely, the housewarden of Heartslabyul, Riddle Rosehearts.” Ace’s eyes widened immediately, his hands almost clenched on the letter. “No way. I mean, I know the housewarden and [Y/N] are on neutral terms, but him sending them a valentine card seems... oddly out of character.”

╰ “It looks like he's just grateful he can count on [Y/N] and nothing more, we don't need to make any serious assumptions based on what we just read. Anyway, let's just put this on the pile and wait for classes to start so we can finally deliver them and get it over with.”

╰ Meanwhile, you've entered the school building together with Grim, who's been annoying you with questions about when you're going to buy him tuna cans for Valentine's Day. He could at least try to pretend to like your gift for him, a cute sweater with "World's #1 Cutest Cat" written on it.

╰ Your first class started few minutes ago, but there was no sign of Ace and Deuce. As you pulled your textbook out of your bag, you stumbled across a nicely wrapped gift with a note attached, and immediately remembered why your friends weren't showing up. You didn't drop your valentine in the special mailbox set aside for the occasion. Instead, you put a lot of effort and love into your gift for Riddle. The worst thing that could happen now was for him to reject you. That thought was the only reason you hesitated to give it to him.

╰ The door opened and the Adeuce duo made their grand entrance. Professor Trein was about to make a comment about them being late, but Ace quickly made that impossible as he began his speech, or rather, shouting. “Class 1-A, here comes your special Valentine's Day mail! We have a lot of them because we're the best class at Night Raven College.”

╰ You watched as your friends handed out Valentine's cards to particular people. At first, you had no idea that the students at NRC celebrated Valentine's Day just like the ones at your old school. It was heartwarming to see the joy on your classmates' faces when they received their cards.

╰ And then Ace placed a card next to your textbook. You looked up at him, confusion in your eyes, but he just grinned and sat down next to Deuce, who was already reading the contents of his own valentine. What had just happened? Someone sent you a valentine? You studied it and noticed that it wasn't a regular card, but a fancy looking envelope with a letter inside. Feeling a bit uncertain, you decided to open it after classes.

╰ It wasn't surprising that Riddle didn't receive any valentine, but deep down he was hoping to see a card with your signature on his classroom desk. He should have known that this feeling was one-sided, and besides, there were no signs of your interest in him on a more romantic level. You often attended the Unbirthday Parties and even spent some time with Riddle privately. When you needed help with your studies, he was always willing to help. But Riddle was drawn to you more than he should, and it was killing him inside.

╰ You stumbled upon Riddle in the school library. At first you weren't sure if you really wanted to approach him, not after reading his letter. It was sincere and sweet, but something about it made you feel uneasy. Riddle thanked you for everything you'd done for him so far, wrote a simple compliment, emphasized the word ‘friend’ a few times, and invited you on... you didn't know if this was a date or not. You felt stupid for expecting more, knowing that Riddle was trying his best.

╰ Riddle looked at the nearby clock and realized it was time to finally leave the library and return to Heartslabyul. You had to act quickly or you would lose your only chance. Just as he got up from his seat, you threw the gift on the table, causing confusion on Riddle's face. Heartslabyul's housewarden blinked a few times and then turned around to see your cool gaze.

╰ “For you.”

╰ And that was it. Riddle didn't even manage to say a word as you ran out of the library, leaving him alone and confused. That wasn't your plan, of course, but it was now or never, right? The only thing you could do now was to hope that Riddle wouldn't think any worse of you, especially since the way you gave him the Valentine's Day gift wasn't the right one. It wouldn't be surprising if he started to ignore you after that.

╰ Opening the box, Riddle found handmade heart-shaped chocolates. He examined them to make sure everything was all right, then carefully took a bite of one. It tasted like heaven, the strawberry filling doing its job perfectly. Riddle ate another chocolate before he began to read the note attached to the box.

╰ There was no doubt that you were smarter than him. Riddle could always give you the letter in person, one in which he wasn't playing around with hiding his true feelings, instead of throwing the other one in the mailbox just because he didn't want Ace and Deuce to find out about his crush on you.

╰ “Dear Riddle. I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to send you a valentine card by special mail. Instead, I wanted to do something different. Trey gladly agreed to help me make these chocolates for you, especially with your favorite flavor filling. Today is Valentine's Day, when both friends and lovers spend time together, give each other gifts, and so on. Let this gift be a reminder that you have people who love and care for you, that you deserve everything that's good and sweet in this world. And if you don't have anyone to celebrate this day with, I would love to be your valentine. Sincerely, [Y/N], your Dear Friend.”

╰ Those last three words were written with a different ink color, which made Riddle quickly realize that you had just added them, probably after reading his letter. The boy sighed, a soft red blush spreading across his face. Then he grabbed the box with the note and made his way back to the Heartslabyul dormitory, where someone special, his dear friend and valentine, was waiting for him.

It's been a long time since I posted something here, I promise to be more active from now on :D

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland one-shots #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst one-shots #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland riddle x reader #twst riddle x reader

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ineed-douma-sobadly · 1 month

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𖹭𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 𖹭

warnings !!: husband!douma x wife!reader, penetration, thrusting, dick sucking/riding, dirty talk !!

this ones for u🫵🏽@alastor-96

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You and douma didn't expect to have twins. when the doctor announced it, you where dumbfounded but your happy to now have a family with your husband you loved most.

once you both got home, the babies staying at the hospital for the night, you and douma ended up next to each other as he pet through your hair. you noticed doumas face was blushing red but you had no idea why.

soon after, you fell sound asleep in his arms. douma began whispering into your ear as you where drifting asleep.

until, his voice woke you up saying, "going to sleep so soon darling?~"

you could hear him getting turned on but still, you didn't know why.

douma hands traced down your backs slipping your pants off.

"douma?" You said while breathing unevenly. you knew what he wanted but still getting no idea of what he's doing.

douma responded with a small 'hm' before you asked why he was acting like this.

"well you see, my precious lotus~you and only you are suitable for my children!~anyone else wouldn't be any better~" douma whispered reassuringly into your ear.

that gave you everything you needed but it wasn't piecing together. why would he want to fuck you for carrying his offsprings? you didn't ask anymore questions. you went silent staring into his desperate eyes.

"douma, the whole reason we unexpectedly got twins was because you fucked me on multiple occasions while I was pregnant." You said unsure of what was going to happen after. douma than got up and grabbed something out the drawer.

douma then got back onto the bed, making you underneath him. douma took off his belt causing his pants to fall down and put his hard cock at your entrance.

"that could be true but..~" douma teased

"but what?" You said while trying to ignore how he was close his hot throbbing dick to your clit, making you feel turned on as well. you felt yourself about to cum.

doumas eyes gave you a seducing look while the opening the condom he got from the drawer.

"who said I couldn't fuck you with protection?~" doumas voice at that moment almost had you over the edge.

doumas lips met yours and it felt like that moment was forever. once it broke up, doumas hand slowly started to go to your neck while you could feel him put his dick into you slowly while thrusting a little bit to keep it from slipping. before you knew it he was pounding deep into you. his breathes slowly turned into whimpers as he stopped putting himself into you.

douma soon took himself out of you. both of you were breathing heavy with all the tension between you two. you lips made its way to doumas again but each second was and more hungry and harsh. douma freed his hand off you neck and put one cuffing your face and the other was lapping your folds.

douma soon got up from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting you and him. douma started kissing all over your neck and stopped somewhere along the back of you neck.

doumas shakey breathe was resting on you. "Your so wet for me, love~ now tell me, when I play with you like this, you love it, don't you~? " doumas hand that was by your wet cunt was going deeper with each word.

"your my little fuck doll, a pretty. fuck. doll. you don't mind me penetrating you non stop and making your eyes roll back as you moan my name. you dont mind at all do you~"

you were completely tranced out by all that was going on. but you knew he was right.

"am I right?~" Douma teased. you were unresponsive and going cock drunk. "so your unresponsive hm~ well I'm about to penetrate the fuck out of you. since that's what you want!~" doumas hand then thrusted into you making you moan loudly but having douma hush you. "sh-sh~ we can't have everyone hear me use my favorite little girl right~?" douma practically whimpered.

when his thrust slowed down, and took his fingers out of you, he sat up over you and licked your juices off his fingers staring deep into your eyes. at this point, you couldn't even think straight. your mind was one on you wanting and yearning for douma. for all of him. douma saw right through you. he sat up and took you off of him to show you his long standing cock with his legs spread open.

he looked at you dead in the eye. "go on. I know you want it~" douma moaned while holding his cock.

after staring for a couple seconds, Douma grabbed your head and forced you near his crotch. "I want you to do it 𝓹𝓮𝓽 ~ go on. I'm waiting~"

you couldn't do anything but stare at it. you never did something like this. but to do it for your husband, was more nerve wracking.

as you were zoning out, douma broke it by slamming your face into his dick making you gag.

"your such a-ah~! good girl~"

after about ten minutes, douma released your head from his hands and let you get up. "you did amazing my dear~ now c'mon, sit on my lap~!" doumas seducing voice lend you over to him while petting his thigh.

you were absolutely stuck in place. you couldn't process everything that was going on. you stood there on all fours staring into his eyes before he picked you up and sat you on his dick before you knew it.

"Now, go up and down~ I believe in you~!" it hurt so badly you were afraid you would scream with jus one small movement. you held onto doumas shoulders as if your life depended on it.

"you need help beautiful?~" douma teased but he would help if you needed it (𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹)

"n-no douma. I got it.." you whispered trying to get yourself together. it wasn't long after before douma grabbed your waist and moved you into him.

"see~! up and down~!" douma instructed you, basically teasing.

douma was absolutely put on for the noises that escaped your mouth while riding him. it was a dream for him. you yourself enjoyed it to be honest with yourself. a smile appeared onto your mouth as a wave of pleasure went through you as he moved you everywhere you wanted and 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 to be. douma would whimper everytime you gripped his hair when he hit your g spot over and over.

after all, douma needs to give his pretty toy attention and what she wants.

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if the beginning sucks its bc I was rushing to get this out as soon as I could

#douma #kny #kny douma #douma simp #douma demon slayer #douma kny #douma x reader #doma demon slayer #doma kny #doma x reader #douma smut #kimetsu no yaiba #doma smut #douma x preg!reader #doma x preg!reader #alastor-96 #Spotify

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julianalvarez9 · 11 months

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"don't you know what you're doing to me? " "you look good with my hands around your throat." w Ruben Dias pls

attention / rúben dias

summary: wearing your brother's best friend's jersey, in normal circumstances, wouldn't mean anything other than your support for the club where your brother plays. except, you have a slightly more complicated relationship with the owner of the last name displayed in your back.

pairing: rúben dias x stones!reader

prompts: "don't you know what you're doing to me?" + "you look good with my hands around your throat" from this list.

mentions of: unestablished relationship, bit of vulgar language, implications of past sexual encounters (?

author's note: not as smuttish (? as i'd like it to be, but i loved the concept of rúben x stones!r too much 😮‍💨 if anyone has any ideas or concepts for this pair i'll work on them right away 🙏🏻

wc: 1.2k

you never really cared what you wore inside your home, which you shared with your older brother, john. it was always baggy shorts or joggers, depending on the weather, and a random shirt: more often than not, belonging to his wardrobe, fitting you like a dress due to the size difference between john and you.

but today, you did it on purpose.

you knew messing around with rúben wasn't the smartest idea: not only due to him being a footballer, which was bad enough on its own, since your brother made you swear when you were fifteen that you'd never date one, but because he was your brother's best friend.

and if the whole ordeal wasn't bad enough for you, rúben had the audacity of ghosting you for a week, before coming to see your brother, not even sparing a glance at you.

truth was, last time you two were together, his mind slipped. he had told you the infamous three words in the heat of the moment, and although you two hadn't discussed it when you finished your funny business, rúben was punishing himself for it. he knew he said it because he meant it, but he also knew that there was no possibility of you two ever getting together. that's what you had told him from the start: "1. we're not friends. 2. no feelings involved. 3. john can't know".

so, it was understandable, from an outsider's point of view, why he was trying to distance himself from you, but since rúben never told you the reason, you were pissed. rightfully pissed.

that was the reason behind today's attire: shorts and rúben's number 3 on your back.

when john saw you this morning, at breakfast, he didn't even spare a glance. he knew you had a few jerseys belonging to his teammates, including a kevin de bruyne one that you cherished with your life, almost never wearing it, only on special occasions. but john had seen you repping the dias surname on your back, and not once questioned it. not even today, when he knew that his friend would be coming to play some video games, enjoying the free day off training that the team got after the fa cup final won the day before against man united.

staying seated on the couch after breakfast, wasting time scrolling on your phone wasn't strange behavior for you, either. you stayed there until you heard your brother open the door and greeted his friend in, giving you the perfect excuse to go back to your room: they were gonna play their video games for hours, and you weren't about to be hours on end looking at a screen, enduring the angry shouts of two grown men.

you jumped up, picking up your phone and water bottle to go, just when rúben was walking onto the living room now, happily chatting to john until he saw you standing there. you waved, displaying a friendly smile on your face, even if your blood was boiling at the sight of the portuguese who couldn't even text back, but who could come to your house so shamelessly -even if he wasn't planning to see you. still, you made sure that he could see your figure disappearing when you left the room, and with it, his name clearly printed across your back.

you weren't even thinking about rúben anymore the next time that you exited your room. you simply were trying to get to the kitchen to refill your water bottle, and you did just that. yeah, it should have seemed a little strange to you that you couldn't hear any shouts from your brother's best mate, but you attributed it to the fact that he was generally calmer than john; he was competitive, but not at your brother's level. you didn't think anyone could match him, to be honest. so, it shouldn't have surprised you to find him, seated on your bed when you came back to your room, but still, it did.

"you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" he questions, his tone not wavering once. you try not to look into his face when he gets closer, bringing you all the way into the room to close the door behind you softly, as to not raise suspicions. when you murmur a soft "i don't know what you're talking about" you can't see how his browns crease due to your gaze being focused on the ceiling above to avoid his eyes. he can still see the lie painted all across your face, and most importantly, the proof resting on your figure, so he forcefully angles your face by your jaw to finally connect his brown eyes with yours.

the act takes you by surprise, and you shove his hand out of your face. "what the fuck, rúben!?" you whisper-shout, and you worry when you remember your brother's not too far away from the room in which you two are in.

he scoffed. "don't ignore me now" rúben scolds, and you roll your eyes at him, annoyed, which only infuriates him more. he has to stop his desire to smash his mouth into yours, because after a week, he does think he'd be able to stop, not even when his best friend could walk in on you any minute. "acting innocent now," he continues, holding onto your waist with a bruising force. "don't you know what you're doing to me? flaunting my name on your back" he says, tugging your shirt one, two, three times, with so much force you think he's gonna rip it off your body. "while i can't do anything about it?".

you laugh bitterly at his argument. "well, that's entirely your fault, big boy".

the mocking way you use to refer to him has him laughing bitterly and throwing his head back in resignation. "how is it my fault?", rúben questions, and it's like he genuinely doesn't know, which only fuels your anger more. "i don't know, maybe try not messing around with your best mate's little sister and then ghost her for a week, right?".

"stop with the attitude," he scolds, and his hand, previously grasping your cheeks to get your full attention, slides down your throat, pressing onto it lightly. you gasp at the small pressure, and his eyes shine with lust. "you look good with my hands around your throat, did you know that?".

he grins when your whimper at his filthy praise, and you use the small moment of distraction to reach for the back of his neck to draw him in. its been a couple of days now, longer than it has ever been since your little arrangement started, at least, so the kiss is anything but gentle, tongue and teeth clashing against each other. you know that, if you continue this path, your floor will be covered with your clothes and his, so yo need to stop it, with the last bit of clear judgment you have in your brain. "we're not fucking with my brother in the next room".

he laughs against your neck, and it has your neck erupting in goosebumps with the way his hot breath fan across your skin. "who said anything about fucking?" he asks, continuing with the neck kisses after the rhetorical question, and his touches leave you forgetting everything, including that your brother is probably looking for him.

"i won the game, rúben! 5-0!" john screams, and by the way it sounds so far away, you can breathe since he's still in the living room. "where the fuck are you?".

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acourtofthought · 7 months

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My eyes were bleeding after putting together the above post yesterday, staring at the screen so long, so I didn't add any thoughts to it all.

But that man......

Every single line with Lucien is categorized in one of a few ways.

He's either sarcastic, sassy or witty.

He speaks up in bravery when others can't / won't do it for themselves. There are multiple examples of this in ACOTAR where he tells the Attor to burn in Hell for Tamlin (it literally says "Lucien replied for Tamlin). He spits at the feet of the most powerful High Lord in the history of Prythian and tells him to watch his mouth when he threatens his mother. He stood up to Amarantha on multiple occasions and was punished every single time. He tried to stand up for Feyre even though Tamlin punished him for it.

However, he knows when to keep his mouth shut in order to show respect when it's necessary. Think about it. Tamlin, Rhys, Amarantha, knowing what they had done or could do to him, he still stood his ground and spoke his mind as much as possible.

Yet with Amren, Nesta, Az, and Graysen, he kept his mouth shut. Nesta probably deserved to be told off for the way she treated Lucien around Elain yet he never said anything to her. I'm guessing Lucien suspects something is going on with Az especially because Az can't seem to stop himself from acting moody whenever Lucien's name is mentioned (I doubt he's any better when they're face to face) yet Lucien hasn't called him out. He's never done anything to Graysen even knowing his identity versus Cassian who wants Tomas's name to hunt him down.

He's willing to let go of old prejudices. How quickly, after learning the NC wasn't his enemy, was he going out of his way to make himself useful to the IC? Asking if he might offer advice in the upcoming High Lords meeting, offering to do research, offering to look over the maps, offering to find Vassa.

He's loving to his friends. Even knowing Feyre was hiding something, he still went out of his way to comfort her when he thought she was having a nightmare. Knowing she just destroyed the court that was his home, he still ensured she was warm by giving her his jacket while he was left shivering. He speaks highly of his friend at Dawn Court. He speaks highly of Vassa. He speaks highly of Jurian, expressing gratitude for him. Tamlin abused him yet he's still going out of his way to be there for him, as Tamlin once did for him.

People love trying to spin it as if he's got a thing for Vassa but the truth is, he' just openly expresses affection for those that are important to him. He wasn't blushing over his feelings for Vassa but blushing because Feyre was making it out to be something it wasn't while in front of his mate.

He embodies the "brave, strong, protector / provider" type: he hunts, he fishes, he camps, he rides horses, he can be a warrior when it's necessary, he talks sports with the group. But he's also a distinguished gentlemen: he's well dressed, well spoken, polite, refined, appreciates quality, etc.

And he is intelligent. Feyre is constantly noting how he's always observing, calculating, watching, thinking. Rhys even shows approval for Lucien's plans and ideas. Rhys, the king of schemes, acknowledges Lucien to be clever like a fox. Finally getting his POV is going to be the most exciting thing ever.

He is the son of a powerful mother from Autumn and the son of a High Lord from a different court.

He is nothing but respectful to Elain. He's a bit awkward around her which I find to be adorable because he's so uncertain as to how to approach this female he's so drawn to, who almost makes him lose control every time he's near, and who he's sure doesn't want him because she was in love with another man. He's giving her distance to figure out what she wants while subtly making it known that he's not given up. He brings her beautiful gifts and tries so hard to hide his longing and disappointment though it's evident to anyone looking.

SJM broke the mold with this one.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Withdrawal

TW: Drugs. Effects of Cocaine. Smut. Language. Angst.

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THOSE THINGS ARE TRIGGERING!

SUMMARY: Rafe comes to you with a plan to get clean, but it would prove easier said than done with your own complicated feelings for him…

WORD COUNT: 3800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Withdrawal

You were all Rafe Cameron had after everything happened this last year. Anyone else that dared call him a friend was socially blacklisted when the scandal of his father's money laundering became the means for families splitting up and companies going under. This also meant that the king of the Kooks had delved deeper into his vices. Something you were forced to witness first hand as you knew better than to stand between him and his ivory mistress. The same one that only supplied a temporary high to the issues no drug could truly rid him of. But you had been his means of salvation on more than one occasion. Bailing him out of prison for unnecessary fighting and getting there in the nick of time before he would succumb to another near overdose. Not to mention the nights he would come to you when you were supposed to be asleep, ending up wrapped within his arms when he'd fallen asleep after yet another row with his dad.

And why did you do this? Because you were completely in love with him. You had been before his first line of cocaine and long before he became associated with his title of royalty between the groups of different social standings. And you saw glimmers of him in the cracks of the man he was now, making it visible to know the man you loved was still in there. You hoped you were the tether to his sanity and convinced yourself as much as he had only come to you for those things. But you were unaware that you were not only his lifeline, but also his gravity, and tonight, his last hope.

The knock came as it always did outside your bedroom window, light yet purposeful, as you sauntered to the pane to find him standing on the shingles you usually sat on to talk. But as you saw him at this moment, he wasn't nursing torn knuckles or failing at hiding tears. He was determined, almost excited, if the sparkle behind his blue hues were any indication of this.

"Rafe-"

"I've made a decision...But I uh...I need your help..."

"Okay..." You agreed not caring to know the details as you were just happy to see him excited for something that wasn't a hit of something.

"I'm gonna get clean..." He nodded as your happiness faded as you'd heard these words before. Most recently, after his previous brush with death a month prior, when you found him outside Barry's trailer on the line of morality, having called paramedics just shy of what would have been too late. He even wore the same committed bob of his head and animation of his fingers rising to his temples and his chest as he continued.

"I need to get my shit together, I know that, okay? I do...But I can't do it without you-"

"They have rehabilitation centers that could do more than I can-"

"No..." He was quick to disagree.

"They don't have you." You didn't know if he ever meant such dramatic and even romantic proclamations and yet, he made them often. It was that left the questioning lingering in the air if this was something more than platonic. But either way, you knew he was in no condition to take care of himself, let alone a relationship. So you refocused on his words as if they were spoken only from a friend.

"What can I do?"

"I need you to stay with me...Make sure I don't use anything." The idea of being alone with Rafe was both exciting and nerve-wracking. But more of the aforementioned had left you bobbing your head in approval as he now stood in wait.

"Right now?!"

"I'm already starting to tweak a bit..."

"I..." Your eyes darted in every direction in search of what you would need.

"You know, Sarah has a bunch of shit she left behind like all those expensive perfumes and all that kinda stuff so you don't need much."

"Is that all you think girls need?" You teased as he shrugged, never able to hold onto a relationship long enough to figure that out. As you made small talk, and even a minor lesson out of what was needed, he made his way around your room as you began to pack. Necessities on the forefront of your mind, you ran around almost like mad before collecting what was needed and disappearing into the bathroom across from your room to continue this brigade.

When you returned, you found him in your dresser, removing a pair of lacy underwear that was now dangling shamelessly at the end of his finger.

"These would definitely be a distraction for me-" You quickly took hold of them before showing them back into your drawer.

"YOU would look quite distracting." You shot back, sporting a grin in being proud of yourself for such a comment.

"So you DO think about me naked?" This playful banter made up the more positive side of your relationship as you pushed him towards the window.

"I'll meet you outside in ten minutes. I have to convince my parents where I'll be for the next..." You waited for him to tell you a time as he would only shrug while she straddled the sill of the window.

"You've gotta give me more than that..."

"Just tell 'em my dad is giving you a great working opportunity for the rest of the summer. Not that much of a lie since I am quite a piece a work...said it himself before he left last week." Your heart ached to know he had been alone since then. With Sarah living off campus between semesters and Wheezie having been sent to boarding school by Rose for some semblance of a normal life, you and Rafe would truly be alone. So after agreeing, you could slip into his truck and act as his sponsor for the foreseeable future.

You had visited Tannyhill enough times to feel at home to some degree. You knew it well and didn't need directions for any part of the estate, and yet, it now felt so different crossing the threshold to know you would be alone with him. Intimidating Rafe Cameron. You swallowed hard at the thought as the door closed behind you.

"You can have any room you want...I'll sleep on the floor-"

"What?!"

"The whole point of this is to keep an eye on me. If we are on opposite sides of the house then I could leave, take a hit, and you'd never know."

You hesitated. What harm was there in him being on the floor? You wouldn't have to think about him being beside you on the bed or wrapping his arms around you some point at night. You would be fine.

Right?

"Okay...I'll just use your room then." He nodded before leading the way to it.

"I uh..." You turned to face him as you noticed him suddenly appear nervous.

"I have a stash here..."

"Okay, where is it?"

He moved behind a floor length mirror in his room, pulling out a dime bag before handing it to you. Never before had you ever been this close to drugs, unless you counted the residue on Rafe, and it made your stomach twist at the thought. This powder, innocent looking enough, had been the cause of altering the caring boy you knew into a hardened asshole when he didn't get his fix. But his steps continued still until you had two fists full of his vices.

"Anymore, scarface?" You teased as he cocked his jaw and led you to the bathroom and even the kitchen before confessing that was it.

"Just get rid of it, yeah?" He spoke almost in dismissal while moving into the bedroom, your eyes distracted on him having undressed for bed, as it was nearly two in the morning by now, as you disposed of the drugs within the toilet.

"You don't have to sleep on the floor, Rafe..." The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"I don't mind-"

"I'll feel really bad. It's your room."

"Are you sure?" You nodded, fighting the urge to ogle his torso as it was well taken care of. Muscles yearning for your touch all while you acted indifferent to what pulled your thighs together in a press of desperate friction left untouched once again.

"Positive."

"Dammit..."

"Forget your nightlight?" He teased you as you ignored him.

"No, I packed everything but a pajama shirt..."

"Here..." He removed his from his chest and tossed it at the other side of the bed, unaware how this made your heart race. Not only did it leave him bare, it left his scent close enough to you that your pure thoughts would all be twisted to lustful visions that would certainly leave you awakening from a wet dream in the morning.

"Can I hold you, like I usually do?" You nodded, finding comfort in his touch before he spooned against you, both of you quickly falling asleep.

But it only lasted a short while.

The sound of slamming cabinets and torn doors sent you upright just before dawn. Your feet were quick motion to its source as you realized Rafe was absent from the bed.

"Where the fuck are you? Where did she put it?" He asked himself, skin already damp with sweat and words erratic while you carefully crest the corner.

"Where are they?"

"They're gone, Rafe..."

"Don't lie to me! I gave them to you so I know you have them!"

"I got rid of them-" You kept your composure even as he yelled to you enough to spit with every word.

"That's bullshit!" He continued to tear through the house, knocking down decor and pictures in the process, sending the bones of the architecture to rattle with his thunderous steps and angered pulls of knobs and their near hinges, before ultimately turning his focus back to you as you had stupidly followed behind him.

"Give it to me, I'm not fucking around..."

"I don't have it, I flushed it-"

"You what?!" He was not only upset. He was enraged. Consumed by this wrath as he pulled away from you and towards the bedroom. Picking up his phone, you narrowed your eyes while questioning him. .

"Who are you calling-"

"Barry. He'll bring the good shit-" You apprehended his phone and held it out of reach.

"I can't let you, Rafe-"

"Give me my phone, you bitch!" Your eyes narrowed.

"I understand you are losing your mind a bit here but you you NOT get to call me that, Rafe-"

"Then give me my phone back. Or I’ll call you a lot worse…" For this, you took the case off and the battery out, before drowning it in a vase of flowers, submerging the power source.

"Then I'll just use yours!" He lunged for it, set on it's charger at the side of the bed as you were quick to rival him. But as you were shorter and further away, he managed to take hold of it first. You wrested for a second before pinning him beneath you.

"You wanted me here, Rafe, so I'm gonna help you."

"I don't want you here. I don't need you here. I don't need you. I don't meet anyone." You knew he may have believed this to a point but it wasn't the complete truth. Not really. It was the withdrawal. The need to do whatever was necessary to get what he wanted.

"You might not feel that way."

"They don't need me-"

"I do." You spoke almost in a whisper as he had paused for a minute to analyze your words. It was a soft moment undeserved by him as you fought every urge in your body to kiss him. Even in this state. Knowing he needed the care you could offer, even more so.

"I do, Rafe. So I'm not gonna let you sabotage yourself because you're-"

"Get off of me-"

"Not until you-" You were taken effortlessly from his waist and thrown in disregard before sprinting into the bathroom in the nick of time for his nausea to take him over completely.

For hours, you sat at his side, dabbing the sweat from his skin and allowing him to nap in your lap between getting sick and being emotional. He would alter from sympathetic to pitiful and dramatic to reasonable, all while you never left his side.

Having eventually fallen asleep along with him, you awoke to the smell of fresh coffee at your side as you realized he had carried you back to bed. But with his absence, you lept up in fear. Throwing yourself down the steps, you found him in the kitchen making breakfast, apologizing for the night before, while you bonded over a childhood favorite of Fruity Pebble pancakes and coffee.

The rest of the day was spent reminiscing about your treasured memories as he would confuse your friendship in small romantic motions. Such things as pulling a loose stand behind your ear or taking your legs across his as you watched a movie. But it was never enough to validate anything more than a flirtation, which wasn't strong enough grounds for you to risk your relationship in its entirety for. So you'd only smile and be burned internally by the unmet passion, before continuing on.

"Country club!" A voice called as you sat around the pool, feet dangling in the water, as you turned to find Barry making his way to the back of the estate.

"We had plans, or did you up and forget about me for this fine piece of ass? Can't say I blame you if she's the reason..." He was shameless in checking you out as Rafe set himself in front of you.

"Lost my phone. Been busy...think you should go-"

"Why, when I have somethin' even she can't give you, huh?" He exposed one of those small little bags as you saw Rafe tense. A hand wrapped around his bicep only made him tense further.

"Do you want to go through last night again, Rafe? Please-" But Rafe was quick to step forward.

"Leave." You were proud of him as he made his way inside, but was quickly followed by Barry. A conversation in which you were forced in exclusion from, brought you only able to speak to Rafe when Barry's bike echoed in the background.

"Rafe?" You asked nervously as he was bent halfway over the kitchen counter, cocaine untouched but tempting him on its surface.

"There is only one thing as strong as my need for that hit..and either way...either way I can't..."

"I know it's hard...But you don't have to do it-"

"But I want to! I don't want to fucking hurt anymore! I don't want to feel anymore!" He now spoke more on pain than anger.

"I have lost everything! And the only thing I can contribute is to…Barry's lifestyle as his best customer...And I am just taking you down with me...So go home..." Your eyes narrowed.

"No."

"You being here is only making this worse." He spoke behind clenched teeth.

"So if I left, you wouldn't do a line? You wouldn't finish the bag off in an hour? Maybe two?" He spoke your name in warning as you continued, having reached your limit of his words as your idea of leaving him behind to what you were certain would be the last time was too much to bear.

"What about when you abuse your limit, Rafe? Or when you regret it the next day? If you even GET a next day?! I'm tired of finding you like that! I'm tired of almost losing you!" Tears formed in your eyes as he fixated on the bag.

"You're the only one-"

"So what if I am?! I care about you, Rafe-"

"Why?" He suddenly shot at ay you. "Nobody else thinks I'm worth saving so why do you?" You couldn't formulate a response. Not because you didn't have one, but because you had so many. But he took your silence as validation for his own words.

"That's what I thought-"

"Because my life isn't the same without you in it." You spoke as he nearly left the kitchen, turning back at your words.

"Because believe me, you've tested tested enough. Where I should have spent more time by the pool, I spent in the emergency room praying to any God that would listen for you to just be okay! And I'm an idiot for it! I have lost everything because I care about you! Because you're good, Rafe! You are hurt and lonely, but you can be good!" He looked back to the bag again, jaw clenched as you were shameless to your tears.

"You know what?" You suddenly took it in your hand, his feet quick to apprehend you before you moved away.

"You want to take it? You want that high and that rush? Then don't expect me to watch it take control of you. Because I care about you too much to almost lose you, again-" You threw the bag at his chest before moving to leave.

"I-"

"No, Rafe, I'm not going to watch you-" You were taken by your wrist and pulled against him, lips silencing you as he spoke. You had imagined a kiss with Rafe your entire friendship. You hoped it would be some grand gesture or even a means of a confession. But in this moment, in desperation and emotion, you only cared to take advantage of it. And it showed on the way you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck just as he pulled your waist against him.

You were dizzy by the time he pulled you against the counter, shirts leaving you both exposed as he took time at your chest while you fondled with his belt. But the second it came open, you were lifted to the surface recently against your spine before pulled back into him.

"You've never left me-" He explained with a devoted hand to the back of your neck. "You've only ever fought for me...so I'm not fucking stopping until you know how good I can make you feel..." He was on his knees before you could eleven comprehend his words, as he guided your legs over his back.

Sweat developed in the minute that quickly faded into a blur before he pulled you to an edge. The counter damp with your slick beneath you, the bend of his fingers in unison with his tongue ravaging your clit, all of it was evidence of the coming release he brought from you. But he wouldn't allow as he retracted as you announced how close you were.

"I wanna taste you this way..." He pulled you down to the floor, bending you over the rim once again, before pulling apart your ass and leading his tongue back to your clit from behind. Your fingers ran through his hair as he purposely stared from over your perfect mounds, shaking as he slapped them or vibrating from his moans.

"Every way..." His tongue teases closer to your ass, biting the cheek he'd left stinging, before redirecting his focus to his own pleasure.

"Being with you is the only thing that makes me feel sane-its also what makes me want to use..." You turned to speak, but he silenced you with fingers entering your sex.

"So I'm gonna inhale you...taste you...feel you until I overdose..." He pulled your jaw to face him.

"And for that, I don't want you to save me..." He kissed you, using this distraction of a kiss to lead himself inside of you.

"Shit-" He groaned in unison to your gasp as you rested your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his thick fingers around your throat.

"I'm always so fucking high on you. Just you looking at me, so do you have any idea what THIS is doing to me?"

"Rafe!"

"Whatever you want, baby, it's yours. Just ask...just fucking ask and it’s yours." He spoke rather desperately as you began to work his cock, fingers asking for him faster and deeper.

"You want me harder?"

"Fuck. Me..." You managed to utter as he scoffed.

"Fucking is momentary..." He bent you back forward. "I intend to make you mine in every fucking way though...every fucking position...every fucking room-"

"Rage! Please! I'm...I'm so close I can feel it!"

"Don't fight it baby, give it to me...I know you want to..."

"Yes!" His hand tightens around your throat still.

"YES, RAFE! JUST. LIKE. THAT." You became lost to the lust. Your body shamelessly thrashing before him as his grip was the only thing keeping you tethered. But as his hands weren't kept to just one part of you, you were reliant on the counter as well. He hiked your knee to the surface, leading himself even deeper.

"Give me it! Let me have it." He withdrew his cock, using his fingers at a battering pace from behind, before the tush became too much to ignore. Squirt after squirt came your release as you watched him take it to his lip.

"I'd much rather wear you instead of some line-"

You turned to face him, stroking him as he grinned.

"Want me to come, baby?"

You nodded.

"Then bend back over..." You denied him by moving on your knees instead.

"If you take me that way, I'm gonna expect you to swallow." You joined while obliging, showcasing how talented your usually quiet tongue had proven to be. Tears in your eyes and spit collecting on your own knees would begin a sight too erotic for him to withstand as the roll of your gaze would bring him to that nearing precipice.

"Fuck, you feel so good for me..." He confessed as you now alternated between your mouth and your fist for him.

"Better me than any high?"

"Shit-yeah!"

"Then remember that, Rafe.." His eyes lowered to you. "Because if you so much as take a look at another dime bag..." You sucked him to the edge, tongue running his shaft and between his balls, before your hand spread that precum as he spoke your name in warning.

"I'll never let you come again-" You were forced onto the counter facing him, as his hand was on the back of your neck, forehead taking to his own at rest as his body was anything but still.

"I swear to God, baby...I'm too fucking addicted to you to want anything else."

"Prove it. Come. Come, Rafe! I want it! I need it!"

"Shit! Fuck! Yeah, yeah, heah!" And with the final buckles the warmth release would keep your mutual climax in silence until your tremors would settle enough for him to reclaim some semblance of an existence.

"You touch another line and you'll never touch ME again, Rafe...but everyday you dont...You can do whatever you want to me-" He pulled your jaw within his grasp.

"I hope you didn't have any plans today...or the rest of the fucking summer because I have a feeling, I'm gonna keep having these withdrawls and your means for a reward for enduring them. I’ve already gone two days...and that was only one orgasm so we’re already behind, sweetheart."

"Then what are you waiting for, Rafe? Take another hit…"

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scintillyyy · 1 year

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you know, i kind of touched on this in my au post earlier today, but it really got me thinking about how much tim joins the batfam early/jason doesn't die in ethiopia really, really relies on fanon understanding of relationships and almost has to prioritize the jason&tim relationship/perpetuate the idea that jason was "tim's robin" (my eyebrow twitches even writing that) because if it doesn't and we go by canon....jason really kind of ends up adrift due to tim's arrival, if he's not the person that tim is absolutely fixated on/that is saving tim.

because tim doesn't canonically need to be saved! he's not that socially awkward, he can make friends within 5 minutes of entering a room. he doesn't really need jason to do anything for him, to be anyone special for him. like, he admittedly probably admires jason-robin, but like, in an abstract way, not a super emotional way. tim would admire current robin whether it was jason in the costume or some random kid named jeff. jason's canonically not that special to tim, not like dick is. if jason quit and bruce replaced him with someone who wasn't jason, tim would just move on to admiring whoever is robin next and not really think about jason anymore, because the only robin who matters long-term is dick.

so if jason isn't the center of tim's world we get a tim who joins the batfam and immediately gets his canonical super-special connection with dick, through dick's parents and the night they fell and being there. and this is a connection that jason will always be excluded from, a wall between them almost. like, they might all like each other. dick does love jason. but it's almost like when you introduce two friends of yours and they immediately click super well and become better friends with each other than they are with you. like, dick is a good brother to jason. but jason's arrival will forever be marred by the actions of bruce, because bruce was the one who chose jason, though dick did eventually accept him as a brother. tim on the other hand came in connected intrinsically with dick. in many ways, tim is the brother without the baggage of bruce. tim is the brother that dick chose for himself based on past connection and fated past meetings. he's picture kid. he's the brother because of dick's parents, not because of bruce.

and isn't that lonely and a bit isolating for jason? sure he has his bond with bruce/his dad, but when it comes to his peers he is a bit on the outside looking in--he doesn't have a same-generation cohort. (which is also why i think it's funny when *tim* is always the one who's cast as this social outcast who has no bonds to anyone. now, i don't think that any of the batkids are socially awkward--on the contrary, i think they're all very good with people, but canonically, due to the short time he was alive for post-treatment, jason doesn't really have a ton of friends outside of bruce and alfred. and idk he doesn't seem to see a need to have a ton of friends! he's perfectly content being batman's son, batman's robin, he doesn't really need anyone or anything else. sure he enjoyed his mission with the titans that one time, but he's not really searching for outside connections or friends for him and bruce, not like tim does as robin. because jason is shown to be pretty content with the way things are--until we get closer to death in the family, ofc, but that's not really about feeling lonely for friends, but feeling lonely for his mother. idk do we ever have him yearning for friends? i'm not as well versed on all of jason as robin)

anyways, then we get superboy and impulse and wonder girl and young justice and they're still very much tim's cohort, not jason's. they are 13-15 year olds who act like 13-15 year olds. jason being like...2-3 years older than them would not fit in from a maturity level. and he probably does more with the titans on occasion, but he's only like 17 and they're all like...20s and having kids so he doesn't quite fit in fully there either, they just treat him like a younger brother. so where does he fit? he's kind of alone in his own odd little solitary generation there. tim doesn't really need him. dick doesn't really need him. all he has really is bruce, his dad and best friend. so it's like, when it comes to these types of stories...if jason is not tim's #1 upon tim joining the family, then what does jason have?

and i do see some resentment there. not like, pure hatred. but isn't life unfair? this kid comes in and his life is seemingly pretty good for him at first. he has dick's love unconditionally. he writes barbara thank you notes. he has a easy way of moving through the superhero community making friends with everyone like dick does and oh, i think that's a big frustration. because i don't think jason was jealous and angry at dick all the time but he was notably a little frustrated at having to live in dick's shadow sometimes (again, see his mission with the titans where he loses his temper that they look at just his uniform and expect him to be dick for them) and then to see tim have those traits like dick that jason-as-robin struggles with and thrive with them?

so yea. that's why i think a lot of those aus really depend on needing to make jason tim's #1, because if he's not, then where else does he belong?

#yea im not throwing this in the tags #sometimes we just don't tag controversy

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hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha · 4 months

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A Diamond In The Rough.

(Sad water man)

Tomioka Giyuū × Fem!Reader [Platonic-Angst-Fluff]

Y/N = Your Name

Synopsis: Tomioka is surprised to find his always-happy friend down in the dumps about something.

Warnings: self-doubt, insecurity, very minor manga spoiler involving Sabito and Makomo

Note: @justagamerandaweeb hey man, this one's for you. Never doubt what you do, because out there, someone else wishes they were as good as you. So don't ever quit, okay? This one's for you

"Would you like to talk about bit?" The Water Pillar inquired monotonously. His tone as always was stoical and to some degree even a little sad. In all honesty, he was rather surprised to see his always joyous friend so down. Such a phenomenon was rare and only ever happened on extremely stressful occasions, but what happened now? His friend looked off sadly towards the dark, gloomy sky thinking about the irony of the heavy downpour during her time of gloominess. She shook her head, refusing to talk about the subject she's clearly insecure about. Giyuū hadn't expected that answer and realised that whatever it was that was bothering her was deeper than he had expected. "... I'll listen." He wasn't too good in the factor of comforting, hell, he didn't even think he deserved what he got after all, but he will try for a friend. The woman noticed that Giyuū tried, albeit it wasn't perfect, and couldn't help but give a small smile of appreciation. "I..." She contemplated whether or not he should know, but Giyuū is quite open with her, it's only fair that she be vulnerable with him too. "I've been feeling... I don't know... like I'm not good enough." Inferiority. He would know a thing or two about that.

Giyuū was quite surprised that this was what was bothering her though. He never thought someone like her who's quite confident at their talent would ever feel inferior to someone else. "Why?" He has to know why. There wouldn't be any reason she would feel inferior. Who or what made her feel that way? Did someone insult her? Or is she experiencing burnout? "I don't know... I feel selfish for it." "Selfish for what?" She gazes at him hesitantly, not sure whether or not she should tell him the reason for the sudden insecurity. "... My friends. They've been excelling more than me and I can't keep up. I feel left behind and as if I'm failing... Like I'm not as good as I used to be or as I thought I was." He can relate to that in a way, but in his case, he feels as if he doesn't deserve his achievements. Not after what happened to Sabito and Makomo. It was because of Sabito that he survived and he had no one else to blame but himself. But the past is the past, Giyuū could no longer dwell on that. What happened, happened. "Don't doubt yourself like that. Compared to the first time I saw one of your works to now you have greatly improved, Y/N." that was no lie. The first was already impressive enough as it was, her current works even more so that he had to wonder just how she did it. He always wondered how she had so many ideas, how she constantly perfected her work and how she kept going on almost a daily basis. Giyuū admired that dedication and passion for her talent and wished he could do so himself, without having the constant feeling of Inferiority looming over him.

To her however, it felt as if it was fading. Where was the passion she once had? Why is everything suddenly looking so bad? Why are none of her works 'perfect'? All of what she had made were with passion, hard work and much thought. Her focus when it came to her work was unbreakable. Whenever she worked, it had to be perfect, every little detail had to be done correctly. But now, it felt as if it was all being ripped away. Almost like a wave crashing down a large ship. All it's detail, the sculptures that decorated it, the sails with the most minute details being destroyed just like that. But to then see someone else take that same journey and succeed by having taken the same route without having endured the same challenges and trials. It felt unfair to see her friends succeed in something she was once good at. "You severely underestimate yourself." Giyuū spoke up, watching as it rain heavily. "Such talent is not so easily gained." It would the same words over again. It's just some writing, there is no contribution from it. It's not saving lives or changing the world, no... It's just writing.

"To you, writing might seem like another day of work or a simple hobby. To someone else, that is pure talent that they can't achieve or have failed to do so. To someone else, your writing is a way of escape, a way to get their minds off of their daily woes. To someone else, your writing inspires them and pushes them to achieve any goal they may have. To someone else, your work is... everything."

The stoic man watched at the many puddles created by the rain ripple as the rain droplets continue to fall down. His words however, had gotten her, but not enough. "But to me, it's nothing-" "To you." He cuts her off, staring straight into her eyes as if to reach her very soul itself. "But it shouldn't be. It's a masterpiece. Talent like this for others takes years upon year to achieve and you manage to do it just like that." Writing is no easy task. The detail that must go in to the stories of what an author writes must be immaculate, the feelings, ideas, and memories that they put into the writing must make the reader feel as if they too are experiencing what is being told on mere paper. "Telling and creating a story is not easy." Giyuū begins, never once breaking eye contact so she knew that every word he said came from the heart. "Everything to write matters. Every single word you write, the sentences you formulate matter. Every stroke of your pen matters and the passion you put into that writing." She puts everything Giyuū had told her to thought, slowly beginning to realise that it may not be as simple as she thinks it is. What she finds so easy could be the most difficult task for someone else and it felt like she was taking it for granted. "I really am selfish..." All of this talent only to complain about such minor problems. It was almost as if she was being ungrateful and- "You're not selfish for having feelings."

"Get rid of those negative thoughts and look at the positive. You too are making a difference. Everyone can in their own way..."

Perhaps he's right. "You focus so much on your flaws that you fail to see the good in it." She does focus too much on the negative. When is the last time she's ever looked at her writing and thought "I'm proud of this". "Burnouts will happen, but that's apart of life." Yes... he's right. "Take a break. Take care of yourself... You don't always have to write for them, but do it for yourself too." He pulls her in for a warm hug and listening to the calming sounds of the rain, telling her of how much she's improved compared to when she began. The rest of that day, he simply remained by her side, keeping her occupied and telling her that he was proud of her.

A/N

Don't quit bro.

Bubble divider by lumiaarchive

Water ripple & transparent wave divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Wave divider by plum98

#Tomioka Giyuū #water hashira #giyuu x reader #kny giyuu #f!reader #fanfic #demon slayer #x reader #platonic #kny x reader #kny

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romana-after-dark · 3 months

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Does did Joel do anything for little one for v day ?

So I did the math on where v day would be in the time line. The finalle had little one at 8 months and it was early fall (it was getting cold but not too bad, and little ones thoughts as Joel was dragging her outside was that she needed to rack)

this makes it September at the earliest so v-day in TWW would be placed at shortly after her conceiving Ellie. So what does this mean for little one?

Takes place within the wrong way universe

Tommy is gone, Lorenzo is watching her most of the time. He's not a total dick and they have begun to get on but he's still an asshole. It’s before knowing about pregnancy but she is pregnant.

I would imagine little one is out and about doing her housewife shit. It's February in Wyoming which for my none midwest USA people..... can really SUCK haha. You could be snowed in for days. Im from western South Dakota and I got snowed in for 3 days in April lol. So lets say it's middle weather. Joel goes out for a little bit, maybe to do some thing like securing parameters and feeding the horses. He even checks on the chickens because maybe he doesn't want little one out in the cold and snow. Little one is busy cooking. With a fresh snow it's a free freezer so she wants to do some meal prepping. Feeding several men is not easy.

"Joel bring you any flowers or some bullshit?" Lorenzo was visibly drunk at the table. She didn't know why he was here, really. There was no risk for running, not that she had any desire too. she made her choice last month when she refused to go with Zach.

"Lorenzo there's a blizzard out, you think there's any flowers left in February?" Lorenzo offered you a freedom you never had, to be bit sarcastic sometimes. He didn’t get mad, just gave it back. Your dad and Joel never would allow it and Zach and June would have been sad if you spoke that way to them.

"Oh right" he laughs. "I just mean because it's valentines day."

You had no idea what that meant. The confusion must've been obvious on your face, because he continues.

"You don't know what valentines day is?"

"No..."

He blinked. "It's like, a day to celebrate romance."

"Oh. Well, that wasn't really something that applied to me."

Lorenzo explained the concept, and you wonder if Joel expected something from you today. You briefly think maybe you can do something during sex, but there wasn't anything you and Joel weren't doing. Well, that you knew of. You certainly weren't asking Lorenzo for ideas. What Joel wanted from you during sex, he took. Lorenzo explained that couples would make heart shaped things and pink and red things or go on dates .

So, you get to work. You had almost no resources but you figured you could do heart shaped things. You decided to do breakfast for dinner, making a nice, heaping meal for all the men. For Joel however you make the eggs, hash browns and pancakes in heart shapes. You were to feed all the men, but really you only served Joel. Sometimes you brought a plate to Lorenzo if he didn’t piss you off. You bring a plate to Jack on occasion or at the very least inform him food was ready so he had first grabs. If the men were nice like Jack, you tried to apply some curtesy to them. Kept you in their favor.

When you set them down in front of him, Joel looks up at you with a little smile on his face. "You make this just for me, little one?"

You nod, hands clasped in front of you in the sweater dress Joel picked out for you this morning. He hadn't wanted you in stockings, preferring to watch your legs as you went about the morning chores. When he left though, you put them on because it was cold. Lorenzo warned you when he saw Joel walking back to the house and you took them off.

"C'mere" Joel pulls you onto his lap, spreading your legs to straddle him. Joel kisses you deeply, holding your body tight to his. "Thank you, babygirl..." He mutters into your skin. After dinner, Joels fucks you into the bed, paying more attention to you than normal.

He baths and dresses you, laying you down for a nap noticing you're more tired than normal lately.

When you wake up, Joel is gone, but you notice something next to your bed.

Joel put together a bouquet of pinecones and pine leaves from an evergreen, held together with a scrap of ribbon and a note.

"Happy valentines day" ********************

Oh, Joel....

For the record, Lorenzo snuck out to see Zach too <3

#the wrong way series #dark!joel #joel miller #dark joel miller #the wrong way fic

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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May we please have more weak m!hero and strong f!villain?

My brain has now dubbed it my favourite trope😳

Part 1

CW: ummm none I think, drunkness maybe? Panic attack a little bit?

Sidekick toed at a stray pebble in one of the sidewalk cracks, rocking it back and forth on one pointed end as he leaned against the garden box lining Villain's headquarters. Roses and chrysanthemums filled the crisp air with heady perfume and the moon shone silver in leftover rain puddles, almost like some higher power had banished all this morning’s bad weather until a later date. So perfect it was unsettling.

This was a bad idea.

It wasn't his elevated heart rate that alerted him. Or the underlying wrongness hanging in the air, heavy and uncomfortable as the intermingling humidity. No, Sidekick knew because in order to come tonight he'd had to lie to Hero. And when you only trusted one person in the world, that wasn't something you typically did.

"You'll be fine going out as yourself?" she'd asked this morning in response to Sidekick's garbage excuse about visiting friends. He hadn't mentioned anything from Tuesday's Villain incident, except for his failure to retrieve the blueprints, obviously, and luckily, she hadn't asked for details. Though maybe if she had, Sidekick would have realized sooner that this outing was going to require his civilian persona. It was the only way to avoid any of it from reaching Hero's ears or worse, the press.

"Y-yeah," he'd said. "It's already been a long time. And it's not like I can hide behind a mask forever."

"Guess not," she'd smiled, clapping his shoulder on her way out. Then she'd paused and briefly turned back. "I'm proud of you."

That was like a punch to the stomach. Not only was he not fine, getting her hopes up over nothing, but he was lying to her face and going out with her worst enemy.

"Cute shirt."

Sidekick's jolted out of his thoughts, gaze leaping from his scuffed toes to Villain's luminescent eyes, like the silver halos wrapped around the moon in a hazy sky. Then he looked down at his burgundy sweater, the leaves of his button-up collar peeking through the top.

"Oh! Um, thanks." He quickly glanced at her outfit, a black jumpsuit with ribbon straps tied in big bows across the shoulders. He did his absolute best not to linger too long on her bare biceps. At least this time there was relieving lack of abs. Showing that is. Of course, they were still there. Underneath. Ready to snap a man in two...

"You look nice!" he erupted suddenly, shoving those thoughts to a violent rest.

Villain smiled, stepping a little closer and smoothly tucking a piece of hair behind Sidekick's burning ear before taking half a step down the walk. "Should we go?"

Sidekick's stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch. Right. Go. They had to go walk around now. Face exposed. For everyone to see. For them to see. If they were around. But Villain was staring at them so expectantly…

With some effort, he got one leg forward, and then the other.

Satisfied, Villain continued on. "So I was thinking--"

"Why don't we go for a drink?"

It burst out before he had time to think, too loud and edged with desperation.

Idiot, Sidekick immediately chastised himself. He already knew he wasn’t good at drinking, it’s why he stuck to special occasions. But it was the only place he could think of that was dim enough to obscure his face and still public enough to protect him if anything went wrong.

Villain paused.

"Well, if that's what you want to do,” she said finally. voice as smooth and neutral as the unsweetened yogurt in his fridge. “Do you know a good place?"

“Oh. Well…well I…”

No. No he didn’t. It had been far too long since he went out anywhere, his vision of the city, past its rooftops and dark streets, was rusty. But Hero went out sometimes, with friends, with Vigilante, with all those people who weren’t too messed up to be themselves, and she mentioned the names of the establishments sometimes. At least, the really good ones. And the really bad ones. If he could just think back, and pick a name, any name…

“The Tilted Anchor!”

Villain raised one brow. “The one by the pier?”

How was Sidekick to know?

“Yes,” he lied confidently. “That’s the one.”

“It’s a little far...” Villain mused. “I don’t have my car tonight, so we’d have to take the metro.” She eyed the street ahead as if calculating the distance. “Are you sure that’s where you want to go?”

“Yes.”

No! Why couldn’t he think before he spoke? He easily could’ve asked her if she knew something closer, but it was too late now, right? What if she got mad? Said he was wishy washy, or that he should have planned ahead? And why didn’t he plan ahead? Why did he just jump into this? They’d only just met—met properly that is—and that was exactly what went wrong last time!

“Bug?” Villain’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder. He jumped a little, tasting blood in his mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue found his lip ragged and worried from nervous chewing. He hadn’t even realized. “We can go if you like.”

Strangely, the steel in her eyes seemed softer. Even her smirk had lost its sharp edge, more of a wry lip curl now. He’d never seen her like this before. And that threw him. This was a date, but he wasn’t sure he’d actually expected Villain to treat it like one.

“Ok,” he said quietly, gratefully.

“Ok,” Villain repeated, lifting her hand, and with a little wave, they were off again.

***

The Tilted Anchor reeked of fish. And yes, the appetizer menu included fish, but should that salty sour smell really envelop the entire building? Not to mention that half the lights didn’t work, the bar was in need of a good wiping, and the floor creaked discomfortingly underfoot—not something you wanted in a building set on stilts.

Sidekicks slender shoulders slumped his first step through the door, and Villain immediately knew he’d never been here before. She might have known from his hesitation earlier, but then why had he been so insistent? Could this be some sort of trap? That didnt make a ton of sense since she’d basically been the one to ask him, but maybe that was Hero’s plan all along.

Vilain wasn’t actually sure why she’d encouraged this in the first place. Because a guy had finally validated her strength instead of getting weird? Because she wanted to know what scared heroes more than villains? Neither of those seemed good enough reasons. She wasn’t a teenager, she was a villain. A very good one at that.

“Over there?” Sidekick said, motioning to one of the darker tables, apparently still determined to see this through. His voice squeaked a little, and for not the first time Villain couldn’t help but find the little hero adorable. She dared hope, just a little, that this wasn’t a trap.

“Whatever you say, bug,” she responded. The nickname seemed to suit him more and more every time she said it, from his long, wobbly limbs, to his ever wide eyes, to the way his hair cow-licked in the front like a couple unruly antennae. Much of that had been previously obscured by his cowled mask, and as they slipped into the sticky seats, she determined to commit this rare view to memory. She drank him in until he started squirm and then looked a little longer.

She’d barely made up her mind on her next comment, something that that would really make him blush, when he suddenly burst to his feet.

“Drink?”

"Uhhh..."

Sidekick was already up and moving to the bar, head ducked so close to his chest, Villain wasn't even sure how he saw the path in front of him. He exchanged brief words with the bartender and returned several moments later with two tall reddish glasses.

“So, um, apparently they don't have a big menu. The lightest thing here is this spiced rum thing and--"

"Rum is not light at all," Villain interrupted. She tried to keep her voice teasing, pleasant, but what in the world was he doing? First, he brings her to this community food hazard, and then he doesn't even ask before getting her some random drink?

"Oh. Should I take it back...?"

And then he did that! How was she supposed to stay angry when he got all quiet and pulled cute, embarrassed faces like that one! She had half a mind to tell him to do it anyway and see just how flustered he became, but in the end she shook her head.

"It's fine."

She accepted the glass and took a tentative sip; it wasn't bad actually, the spices similar to something in a nice cider, except it burned in her chest and the back of her throat.

Sidekick's eyes watered through his first sip, but he swallowed a couple more gulps in rapid succession as if in a nervous attempt to prove his choice and get rid of the drink fast.

It wasn't long at all before he was blinking blurry-eyed around the room. Maybe it was best for Villain to stop here on her own drink if he was already being affected so fast.

"So," she said, leaning forward and guiding the hero’s glass back to the table and slightly out of his reach. "What brought you to our fine city? Not just the criminals I hope; I might get jealous."

Sidekick blinked slowly, "Er...no...Hero...Hero asked. So I came. Transfer."

"From where?"

Sidekick flinched, just slightly, barely perceptible, but still there. "Does it matter?"

"Suppose not."

Odd.

Sidekick blinked around the room a second time, squinting and wringing the ends of his fingers. What was he searching for? The press? Hero?

"Are you in some sort of trouble?"

Villain wasn't sure why that was the sentence that came out, perhaps because she'd seen looks like that before, from allies and victims alike.

"No!" he said too loudly, drawing a few eyes their direction, and then surged forward to snatch up his glass for another long drag. By the time he reached the drops at the bottom, he was practically tipping out of his seat.

"Ok," Villain repeated, reaching for the glass again. "That's enough."

"No!" Sidekick cried, lurching back. "What if I need it!"

Villain ignored the curious gazes from the few customers tolerating this dung hole.

"For what?"

"I forgot my knife. I might need it!"

"You carry a knife?"

"No!" Sidekick wailed, "I forgot it! I...I..what if they come? Did you see them? Did they come?"

Villain stood up to grab Sidekick by the shoulders. "No. They didn't come. Everything's fine."

Who knew what Sidekick was talking about, for all she knew, he always acted this way while drunk, but it was probably best to go along.

"So let's just put the glass down for now and--"

Sidekick toppled backwards out of his seat, scrambling up on wobbly legs and stumbling to the farside of the bar.

"I want to keep it! I think they're here! Somewhere. Right?" Tears burbled up in their eyes. "I don't want to go back. Please, I don't want to."

"Alright," Villain stood up and cautiously crossed the room. "I think it's time for you to go home."

Sidekick dodged her arms. "I don't want them to know where I live!"

What type of drunk was Sidekick? A psychotic one?

Villain seized for him again, this time catching the back of his sweater and reeling him in thrashing. With one strong wrench, she pulled the glass out of his hand and slammed it on the bar. Then she was swinging him over her shoulder like a writhing bag of snakes and marching out the door. Hopefully no one saw her flushed face in the dim light; she had an image to uphold.

Villain carried him that way for about a block before the stares became too much. People were going to think she was some sort of abductor, and maybe she was on occasion, but not tonight, and certainly not so plainly.

"Do you promise not to freak out if I carry you normally?"

By this point, Sidekick had gone limp, and his upset cries had dropped into a low, pathetic sniffle.

"We're going to try," Villain said despite the lack of an answer. "Don't freak out."

Villain carefully slid him off her shoulder, dropping one arm beneath his legs and repositioning him into a bridal carry.

"I...I don't want..." he trailed, blinking hard at her face. He stumbled over his words, getting nothing out but an incoherent jumble of sounds.

Villain sighed. So much for a nice date. Did he do this on purpose? Was it all an act? No. That was real fear. Real panic. Maybe there was something in the drink. Or maybe he just did really badly when drunk. He'd always seemed pretty put together on the job.

She glanced down at his blurry-eyed face, eyes drooping further and further with the lulling gait of her walk.

"Hey, don't fall asleep now, you need to tell me where you live."

Too late. His eyes closed completely and did not blink back open.

She jostled him a little. "Hey. Hey!"

No response, just a deep inhale of breath and a soft exhale.

"You little-- Ugh. Fine. You want to put yourself at my mercy? Go ahead. Be at my mercy. I'm kidnapping you for real. And when you leave in the morning, it's because I'm letting you. Got that?"

Sidekick snuggled against her arm.

Villain forced a glare at his peaceful, squished face. "Good. As long as we’ve got that settled. But you’re getting the couch.”

...

Uuuuugh. This was so hard. I planned more, but I think I'm just gonna call this part good and put the next bit in part three. I like these characters but they would not cooperate in this part. It's a little rough and not my best, but enjoy.

Part Three

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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Hiii it's me again 💙💙

Sooo I'm tipsy and not being doted on by peepaw nihil which is a hate crime imo. If you don't mind, could you write something really cute with old nihil and his slightly drunk so? All sfw 💙💙

I love your writing btw😭😭❤️ you deserve an award for giving the peepaw simps all the simp material they need 😭😭😭❤️

Fun fact, I almost finished it, but then Tumblr crashed on me and I had to re-write the whole thing, but more poetically. Don't ask why that's how I dealt with the frustration - Jez

Old Papa Nihil with a tipsy s/o

He had no need for alcohol. It was enough if you were around. Seeing you, your smile, it was all he needed. If he fell, he fell hard, and he fell for you completely, with all he had. Your smile lights up not only the room, but the whole world in his eyes. He can hear the love songs when you giggle, all of them playing in a perfect harmony with each sound, each word you said.

He was a fool if he thought he knew how much he loved you. Because right now, seeing you tipsy from a few wine glasses you both drank on your little date (what was the occasion again? Do occasions even matter anymore, if he gets to see your smile?), seeing you cling to his shoulder, lost in your little fit of laughter after you made another bad pun with the lyrics of one of his songs, it would seem he discovered his own paradise.

You were a true blessing from the Dark Lord. He was sure of that. The way you clinged to him, the way you would always smile at him, even the worried look you had on your face when he had trouble breathing... It was like his own sweet little sin, a secret hiding in plain sight, yet only his to know. Something only he got to enjoy. Only he got to feel.

"Paaaapaaaa~" you called out in a sing-song voice, laying your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. Your lips held a small smile covered by his face paint. Some of it got on you when a wave of drunk need to give affection hit you and you kissed his cheeks more times than he bothered counting. "Can I tell you a secret?"

He chuckled at your voice when you asked your question. You sounded like a small child telling their parent something they didn't want anyone else knowing. A little conspiracy for the two of you, shared with nobody else, only him. It gave him a sense of pride, honestly. That he was your confidant.

"Of course." He lowered his voice to match your tone, leaning in closer as you straightened yourself on the couch, your arms still loosely around his shoulders. "What's the secret?"

You giggled, delighted that he played along with your little scheme. You watched you, a grin on his face. A love-struck, foolish grin only a man completely lost in the moment could have. A smitten, warm smile that only a man lost in his own feelings for his beloved one could have.

"Well, you see, Paaapaaa..." Oh, how his heart went out to you when you sang out his title once more. If he could, he'd rip out the organ and present it to you with a vow that it could only still beat because of you and that if he was to ever stop loving you, he'd wish his heart your stop beating and rot immediately, how he desired to show you his love...

"Yes, my dear?" He urged you, growing impatient. He wasn't irritated, oh no, he could never be irritated when it came to you. But he ached to know your secrets. He yearned to hear every word, every whisper, every sound that came out of your lips. He craved you, you gave meaning to his life. Who cares if he had lived over a century by now? A century, a millennium... It was nothing, compared to a second with you.

You giggled again, allowing him to experience the sound of your joy once more, before you leaned in just a little bit closer. Just close enough for him to smell the aroma of the wine you to had, mixing in with your perfume. He knew very little about flowers, he had no idea what the smell was supposed to be, but he loved it, associating it with your scent.

"My secret is that..." You kissed his cheek. Then his other cheek, the tip of his nose, his forehead and chin, before leaning in even closer, your lips nearly touching. "I love you."

You whispered the last three words in an almost painfully genuine tone, your love for him falling out like a waterfall, like a river that stole him with it's current and drowned him in delight as you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, stroking his cheek with your thumb affectionately.

"And what a secret it is..." He hummed playfully, grinning at you. "Perhaps I should tell you a secret of mine, as well?"

"What's your secret, Papa?" You looked at him curiously, your eyes sparkling brighter than the starry sky at night.

"I love you too, my dearest."

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