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goquokka00 · 3 months

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Laced With Love

Summary: Your friend gave you chocolates laced with an aphrodisiac as a joke for your birthday. But before you could warn him, you found him stuffing his face with the little "gift". This is the story of how that went.

Pairings: Seo Changbin X Reader (F!)

Genre: Some humor, smut (MDNI)

Warnings: Use of aphrodisiacs (Tabs Chocolates), unprotected sex, grinding, Needy! Dom! Changbin, overstimulation, pet names, hand job, dirty talk, scratching, praise, 18+, a a bit of teasing

Word Count: 3.6K

You couldn't believe your eyes.

Your friend giggled hysterically as you stared at the box in your hands at the moment, mouth open and eyes wide as you kept reading over the label. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered seeing ads for this on TikTok, but never really saw you using them ever. Kind of. Okay, not really.

But still, it didn't help the fact that you went speechless upon seeing her gift:

Tabs Chocolate.

Not just one box, either. She got you 5. That was 15 chocolates in total that were laced with aphrodisiacs. And since you were only supposed to take half, it meant there were 30 doses. What the hell?

"Well? You like it?" She asked. She laughed as you set the box into the bag as fast as you could, doing the same for the other four. And the second that the chocolates got back into the bag, you immediately looked up to her, flustered.

"Are you serious? You gave me drugged chocolate for my birthday?!" You whisper yelled, only getting her to laugh more. "What happened to perfumes or cute little plushies that reminded you of me?!"

"You like chocolate!" She told you, still laughing.

"Yeah, regular chocolate! Not drugged chocolate!"

"They're not drugged, they're just gonna make you horny!"

"That's still bad!" You whined, dragging your hands over your face. Your entire body sank, your eyes glancing back towards the bag filled with the cursed chocolate. "And you got me 5 boxes, too! 5! What am I supposed to do with 5 boxes of-of HORNY chocolate?!"

"Share it with Changbin, duh!" Your friend said, continuing to laugh.

"What?! Absolutely not!"

"Come on, you said it yourself! You wanted to spice up your bedroom life, and now you have something new to try!"

"Yeah? Well, when I said that, I didn't mean this!"

"Oh, relax! Knowing him, he'll enjoy it!" Your friend told you, patting your shoulder. "Trust me...

"You'll LOVE it."

A very long and very loud sigh left your lips as you made it back to your apartment. You were still in utter disbelief of your friend's..."gift"...wondering how she even had the balls to do that to you in the first place.

Sometimes, you wondered how the hell the two of you were still friends in the first place.

But, your brain wasn't focused on that right now, you had bigger things to worry about. You set the bag of chocolates onto the counter, deciding that the first thing you could do was get into something a little comfier before going into a full state of panic.

And so, you left the chocolates unattended, going straight for the bedroom to change out of your outfit you decided to wear for dinner between you and your friend. You decided on a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, as you never really liked being too hot or too cold. So you'd always opt for either a sweatshirt and shorts, or sweatpants and a sports bra.

Once you were changed, you grabbed the clothes you had on originally, going to put them into the hamper. And as you did so, thoughts flooded your mind. Sadly, they were all about those damned chocolates.

For one, what the hell were you supposed to tell Changbin? That your friend decided to gift you 5 boxes of drugged chocolates that'll make anyone that eats them horny and that she wanted you both to try them out? Yeah, no. That's just embarrassing.

Also, where were you even supposed to put them? You couldn't put them with your other foods. What if someone else ate them? You weren't about to deal with that. Because that's also embarrassing.

Could you give them away to other friends? Maybe Changbin could give them to his members so they could use them with their girlfriends? Or maybe you can sell them online. There was no way that you were gonna use them, anyway.

But then, you heard it. The sound in and of itself made your heart drop, snapping you out of your thoughts. There was no way. No way, no way, no way, no way. And then, you heard it again. Fuck.

It was the sound of chocolate snapping.

Upon hearing it once more, your body moved on it's own, going straight to the kitchen in a panicked rush, praying it wasn't what you thought it was. Please, no...nonononononono--

"Oh, hey! I was wondering where you were." Oh, God.

Your eyes widened as you saw the sight you least wanted to see. You shouldn't have left those chocolates unattended. You should've put them somewhere you could see them, somewhere where he wouldn't be able to find them. But there was no going back to the past to fix your mistakes. It was already too late.

There in the kitchen sat Changbin, leaning on the counter with his phone in his hand, a piece of the Tabs chocolate in his other. His mouth was chewing on a previous bite of the laced sweet, and two wrappers were already on the counter.

"Changbin, you didn't..." You trailed, feeling your body tense up as Changbin's face went from happy to confused.

"What? Are you upset about me eating the chocolates?" Changbin asked, looking down at the candy. "I didn't think you'd mind; I mean, you have four other boxes. Though, they only have three, you'd think that there'd be more--"

"Wait, hold on. You finished an entire box yourself?" You asked again, your voice sounding much more in shock than before.

"I was hungry!"

"Changbin!"

"WHAT?! You know how I get when I'm hungry, I needed to eat something and the chocolate was the first thing I saw!"

"How many did you eat?"

"Huh-"

"How many did you eat?!"

"Just the first box, I swear!" Changbin said, watching as you came close and checked for yourself. Sure enough, the first box was completely empty. Once again, your stomach dropped. "Jesus, I knew you were protective of your food, but this is a whole other level."

"Changbin, those chocolates are laced." You said, your eyes showing just how serious you were. And immediately, Changbin tensed.

"No."

"Yeah." You responded, showing him the front of the box. "This brand? Tabs? They make chocolates that have an aphrodisiac in them." Then, you opened the box, showing him the piece of paper that covers the chocolates. "It says "For Your Other Half" because you're supposed to break the pieces of chocolate in HALF and share them with your PARTNER."

"I thought they just said that because most chocolate bars just want you to share..." Changbin trailed. You could tell that he was getting more and more nervous as you continued. You took the piece of paper off, showing him the inside of the box where the chocolates sat. In each little indent was an outline of the three dirtiest emoji's you could possibly know: An Eggplant, a Peach, and 3 drops of water.

"Did it not click after seeing these three pictures?" You asked, raising a brow.

"No...I didn't think to look, I was busy eating!" Changbin countered, making you facepalm.

"Changbin..."

"Don't say my name like that, you're making me nervous!"

"You should be nervous, dumbass! You ate 5x the amount of the recommended dosage!"

"Hey, don't call me that! Besides, you were the one who left them unattended! You know you can't leave food unattended in this household!"

He...had a point. Sadly. You had faced the consequences of leaving your food unsupervised multiple times. Every time you weren't actually there eating your snack or meal, Changbin would instantly go and eat it for you. He couldn't help it, he was a foodie. So, unfortunately, you were also somewhat in the blame here.

After a moment passed of you not being able to respond back to him, Changbin sighed. You didn't blame him either. After all, he was gonna be in for it. Super sensitive, not being able to think straight until his dick was wet. More-so than usual, too. But finally, he spoke up, giving you a nervous glance.

"So, uh..." He started, shifting in his spot. "How long do I have?"

"30 minutes at best." You replied. You huffed out a breath, crossing your arms as you looked at the chocolate. You really had to take care of that stuff.

"Just 30?" Changbin asked, watching as you nodded. "God, I'm gonna be in the bathroom for a long time, aren't I?"

"No, Binnie. I... This is my fault. I shouldn't have left them out for you to get your hands on them, I know better. You were right about that." You told him. You walked over to him, giving him a shy smile as you put a hand onto his cheek, gently rubbing it with your thumb. "I'll help you out, okay?"

"You sure? I don't wanna go too crazy, especially since we haven't been intimate for that long, and--"

"Changbin." You immediately cut him off as you pecked his lips, moving your hand down to his arm. "I'm sure."

Changbin would just have to accept that fact.

As expected, Changbin did NOT accept the fact that you had offered to help him once those chocolates kicked in. You weren't surprised, as Changbin had been really nervous about being rough with you. After all, he was right about the two of you being sexually active for just a short amount of time.

But you were gonna take responsibility for this. And then, you were going to slaughter your friend for giving you these stupid chocolates in the first place.

It had only been 26-ish minutes since Changbin had eaten those chocolates. The two of you had been sitting on the couch, watching some random show you two had decided to watch for the night when he suddenly excused himself. You couldn't help but wonder why until you heard the loud whimpers coming from the bathroom.

The aphrodisiacs had kicked in.

A nervous breath left you as you sat up, going to the bathroom as strangled moans and whimpers left the bathroom. You could feel yourself getting aroused by the sounds of Changbin trying his best to jerk one out to try and calm himself down, but more than likely, he was too far under the drug to even get a grip. And so, you knocked on the door, hearing the sounds stop.

"Bin, are you okay?" You asked, putting an ear to the door.

"F-Fine..." He replied. Yeah, right.

"Changbin...did the aphrodisiac kick in?"

"M-Maybe...Y-Yeah, it did..."

"Can I help you, please?"

A brief pause washed over the two of you, before Changbin spoke up.

"I-...It's too sensitive, c-can't think straight...I don't know if...if I could control myself, Bunny..."

"Binnie, that's fine. I want to help you."

"I...A-Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer in my entire life."

Once again, another wave of silence passed. You assumed Changbin was trying to make up his mind to the best of his ability. But it didn't take long for him to make up his mind.

"Door's...fuck...the door's unlocked..."

You didn't waste any more time once you heard him say that. You immediately opened the door, walking in slowly. And it didn't take long for you to find Changbin on the toilet, his hips bucking up into the air upon seeing you. And oh god, it didn't look good.

For starters, his nipples were prodding through his shirt, making themselves very well known. His sweats were pushed down to his ankles, his legs spread enough so his thighs weren't touching his cock. And that was standing tall and proud, leaking from the tip, red and throbbing.

"Oh, Binnie..." You said, slowly approaching your struggling lover. Changbin just whimpered at your voice, looking up at you with needy eyes.

"Bun-Bunny, I-I can't--"

"I know, baby. Come on, let's go to the bedroom." You encouraged, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him up. The second he stood up, his legs just barely grazed his balls, getting a rather loud whimper out of him.

"Fuck, Bunny...I-I don't think I c...can walk..." Changbin got out. You went and pressed a kiss to his cheek, giving him a warm smile.

"I know you can. And once we're in the bedroom, you don't have to move. Okay?" You told him. Changbin took in a breath, nodding. And so, you slowly guided him to your room, Changbin whimpering along the way. Finally, you got him into the room, and immediately laid him down.

"Bunny...please, to-touch me...I-fuck..." Changbin told you. More like he begged you. He needed anything from you. He needed you, period.

You didn't waste any more time, and slowly reached your hand to his raging cock, gently grabbing it. Changbin moaned out at the contact, his hips thrusting into your hand. You placed a hand onto his chest, rubbing it gently as he continued to use your hand, fucking his cock into it. You carefully moved your hand slightly, trying to pump his cock to help out, but Changbin immediately grabbed your wrist, holding your hand still.

"Don't fucking...god, just keep...keep it there, Bunny..." Changbin grunted, continuing to moan. You did exactly what he said, keeping your hand still as he fucked it, moving his hips as fast as he could.

But something told you it wasn't enough.

You could tell by the way his face was contorting, the way his brows furrowed, and how his breaths came out of his mouth, that he was getting frustrated. Your hand was fine. It was working. But it wasn't doing the job.

"Bunny...ne--need more from you...gotta-I gotta get more, Bun..." Changbin moaned.

You nodded, still keeping your hand there for him, but managed to get your sweats off with the other. And once that was done, you threw a leg over his, and situated yourself right over his cock, lowering your clothed cunt right onto it. You knew you were wet, but you guessed that your juices had seeped through your panties, because Changbin moaned loudly when he felt your heat.

"Oh, fuck..." Changbin groaned, immediately grinding his hips against yours. You whimpered, leaning your torso down to his chest, grinding your own hips against his. You thought he was hard before, but feeling his dick grinding against your wet folds made it feel so much harder.

"Bin..." You whined, putting your hands on his shoulders, the two of you grinding together like two horny teenagers. It was a scene that could be seen in a sex movie or some corny shit like that. But to the both of you, it didn't matter.

What mattered was that it felt amazing. As you kept moving your hips on top of him, Changbin grabbed them, keeping you moving at the pace he needed you to go. He made sure to hold you there, not letting you leave. Not that you planned to, anyway.

But to him, it still wasn't enough. It was better than the hand, but it still wasn't good enough. He needed you. He needed you badly.

Real badly.

And so, he flipped you onto your back, getting on top of you. His hands went to your thighs, spreading them apart. You could feel him staring at your pussy through the panties, almost like he was admiring what he was about to ruin. Soon enough, he moved one of his hands to your bra, pulling it up so he could see your chest. Those beautiful and very perky nipples that he adored.

And then, he trailed his hand down your stomach, rubbing your clit through your panties, smiling as he saw you squirm and whine underneath him.

"B-Binnie--"

"You...you're beautiful like this." Changbin said, moving his hands to your panties, pulling them off of you. You whimpered as Changbin looked down at you, admiring you like this. "Such a pretty pink pussy...fuck...glistening for me a-and everything."

"Bin, please-"

"What, you getting impatient? Getting all needy for my cock?" Changbin asked, pressing his dick right up against your folds, moving it up and down. Up and down. Up and down. "B-Bunny, fuck...what am I go-gonna do with you?"

"Bin...need you..." You whined out. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. "Please, don't tease..."

"J-Just wanna admire you...before I ruin you..."

With that, Changbin pushed his tip into you, making you whine. He moaned out, slowly pushing the rest in. You moaned at the feeling being full, carefully pulling him down to you. Your arms went under his so you could hang on, and your legs spread as far as you could get them to.

And then, Changbin started moving. You let out a moan, squirming at the feeling of him moving in and out of you. Changbin wasn't in a much better shape, moans and whines coming out of him. It felt good to him, feeling your walls grip around him, keeping him warm and wet. But still, he needed to move faster.

"Binnie-oh my god, please...faster...y'gotta go faster, baby..." You moaned out.

"God, I-..shit...yeah..." Changbin moaned out. Honestly, he thought you'd never ask, and was grateful you did. He started moving faster, putting a hand under your head as the other went to your hip, trying to hold you in place. You cried out at the feeling.

He felt so damn good.

And you felt good, too. You were clenching at the sensations from him fucking you, and when you added that with the sensitivity given to him by those fucking chocolates, it brought on a whole new world for Changbin. He just couldn't get enough of you.

He moved his hands to your legs quickly, moving them to go to your chest and over his shoulders, practically folding you in half. And immediately, he went deeper. Hell, at this point, his dick was just kissing your cervix, touching it before moving out and going back in, repeating the process.

"Oh my-fuck, Bunny, hitting so deep inside your perfect tight little pussy...so tight for me, aren't you?" Changbin spat out, his brain not really processing what was coming out. His hips moved faster, and you cried out again, your nails digging into his skin. "Such a good girl, taking me so damn well..."

You moaned at his words, your hands gripping onto his shoulder blades as he fucked you. It felt so good, having him pound you into the mattress. Your brain was going fuzzy, pleasure crashing through your body. And that's when you realized you weren't gonna last much longer.

"Bi-Bin, gonna cum--I-I'm gonna cum--"

"Cum. Cum on my cock, Bunny." Changbin commanded. You obeyed. Your body convulsed as you hit your high. Changbin slowed down to ride you through it, hissing at the feeling of your nails digging into his back. "Good girl, Bunny. Such a good girl for me."

And then, he went back to his previous pace.

"Changbin!" You moaned out, gripping onto him as he went back to his unforgiving rhythm. Skin slapping together filled the room as Changbin continued, not slowing down for a second. "Bin, I can't--can't, too much--"

"You can, Bunny. I know you can." Changbin growled. You couldn't keep yourself from moaning, your hands gripping onto Changbin once more.

"C-Cumming! Fuck, Changbin, I'm cumming again!" You moaned out. Your second orgasm hit you right after that, your body shaking as you clenched around Changbin. Except this time, Changbin didn't slow down for you. He kept his pace up, keeping you up on that high. "Changbin!"

"Bunny, you feel so fucking good--oh my god..." Changbin moaned, his eyebrows furrowing as his hips kept their pace up. At this point, you were pretty sure that his back had been scratched up pretty well, due to the fact that you were being sent into overstimulation. Because before you even knew it, your third orgasm hit you like a bus.

"Binnie!" The moan you let out was pornographic as you trembled, feeling that orgasm hit you harder than the others. Your nails dug into Changbin's back more than the last two orgasms, and your head was thrown back. Changbin still drove his hips into you, though, his pace was getting a bit more frantic, his rhythm sloppier than it had been.

"B-Bunny, fuck, m'gonna cum... holy shit, m'gonna cum so fucking hard..." Changbin moaned out, his breath starting to get heavy. "M'gonna fill you so much..."

"Bin, p-please, c-cum...please!" You moaned out. Changbin did just as you said, groaning out loudly as he finally hit his orgasm, painting your walls white. You were extremely quick to follow, hitting your fourth and final orgasm. You shivered, your muscles in your legs starting to spasm as Changbin rode your climaxes out, moaning as your nails dug into his back for one last time.

Once the both of you had calmed down a bit, Changbin pulled out of you, which made you whine at the loss of feeling full. Both of you were sweaty and fucked out, but you were both satisfied. Especially Changbin.

"Feeling better, Binnie?" You asked, rolling onto your side with a small smile, laughing a bit at the sight of Changbin looking so exhausted.

"Yeah, yeah...I...I'm better. Way better." Changbin said, wiping some sweat off of his face as he smiled, looking over at you as well. "You're such a trooper, Bunny."

"Thanks, Bin." You replied, going over to hug his side. "I hope you learned your lesson about eating things without reading the label?"

"Again, not my fault." Changbin mumbled, kissing your cheek. "But you have to admit, that was pretty fun."

"It was, yeah."

"We should do it again."

"No."

"Oh, come on! Please?" Changbin whined, giving you puppy eyes. "You should take the horny chocolate though."

"Changbin, no."

"Don't act like you don't want to!"

"I don't want to!"

"PLEASE!"

Yeah, you were definitely in for a long night.

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promiscuouscutie · 8 months

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All Yours pt. 5

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Part 6

Warnings: mentions of attempted murder, Ethan having dirty thoughts as usual lol

You put your dishes away, barely listening to Anika’s voice. You were thinking about Ethan. You wish he kissed you earlier. It looked like he wanted to. Why didn’t he? Was there something on my face? Did he all of sudden lose interest in me? You began to feel insecure.

“Did you even hear what I said?” Anika almost shouts. Your eyes widen and you apologize. “I’m sorry! I know you’re worried about our friends. I am too.”

“Are you?” You felt taken back, offended. Anika can see your obviously hurt expression, immediately looking down at the wooden floor. “I’m sorry. I don’t…I didn’t actually mean that.”

“Then what did you mean, Ani?” You snap at her with an attitude. She was surprised by your tone. She sighs heavily and leans against her hand on the counter.

“Mindy’s just getting to me is all. You know she’s been pointing fingers at you, me, and Ethan.” You sigh, agreeing with her. Mindy was a horror fanatic through and through. She knew all the tells, all the tropes. After the murders on campus, she immediately started accusing you and the others. You knew she meant well; she’s scared. You all were.

“It can’t be one of us,” you state.

“Why not?”

“Because I refuse to accept that. We’re all good friends! We haven’t done anything to each other.”

“But one of us could have a secret vendetta. Did you ever think about that?” You practically laugh at the idea.

“I don’t think any of us are capable of killing. I know I’m certainly not. I couldn’t take a life.”

“Well you can tell Mindy that. Because she still thinks it could be you. Actually, she’s been putting all her money on Ethan.” Your ears perk up at the mention of his name. Ethan? Sweet Ethan?

“No way! It can’t be him.”

“Oh? Why not?” Anika smirks. You know she’s not blind. You care about him more than the others, whether you’ll admit it or not. Her question is a test.

“Ethan freaks out any time he sees an insect. You really think someone like that could kill a person?”

“He could just pretend to freak out so you’ll comfort him. You always do,” she points out. You thought about it; she wasn’t totally wrong. You did always calm him down. One time he saw a spider in his room and he practically jumped to the ceiling shouting cuss words. You calmly took the spider and brought it outside, careful not to hurt it. He looked incredibly anxious when you held it, telling him it was going to be okay. But faking it? No way.

Anika’s phone vibrates. Yours does the same. You both read the group text sent by Tara, and the color drains from your faces.

“Oh my god!” You both grab your bags and rush out the door, even forgetting to turn the TV off.

The whole group is gathered in Sam’s apartment, watching a movie to distract from the fear in the air. You were squished between Ethan and Mindy, keeping quiet.

30 minutes ago, you and Anika were comforting the Carpenter sisters. They were attacked by Ghostface, almost killed by a shotgun. Tara was hysterical, and Sam appeared shut down. Mindy and Chad arrived shortly after, and Ethan was the last to come. He claimed he was with his father, which you believed. Mindy was skeptical of course, but when was she not?

Chad suggested watching a movie to calm the nerves. After some debate, you all settled on Jennifer’s Body. Ethan chose to sit next to you before anyone else could claim the spot. Mindy took your left to sit with her girlfriend and the others were in chairs or on the floor.

Throughout the movie, you swore you could feel Ethan’s eyes on you. You felt his fingers graze your hand, as if debating to hold it. You thought it was cute. He’s too nervous to ask. You finally take his hand into yours and smile at him, as if to tell him it’s okay. His face reddens before he looks back at the TV, smiling.

He wants to kiss you so badly right now. He almost did earlier. He was so close, so close to feeling those soft lips on his. But no. Duty calls. He took his frustration out on the Carpenter sisters, hoping to kill them and make himself feel better. But they got away, damn them. Fucking bitches.

You notice Tara leaning on Chad’s shoulder, completely passed out. You could see her mascara under her eyes from the tears; she looked exhausted, mentally exhausted. You began to feel nervous. Would Ghostface attack you next? Mindy? Anika? Chad? Quinn? Ethan?

“Should I put her in her room?” Chad asks Sam. She sighs, staring at her little sister. “Yeah. Thanks, Chad.” Chad smiles and picks Tara up carefully, walking to her room. Sam sets the remote down on the coffee table and stands up from her chair.

“I’d like it if you all slept over. That way I know you’re all safe. I’ve got blankets and pillows. Just..figure out who’s sleeping where in here.”

You and the others nod before she walks off. The four of you look at each other awkwardly. Mindy yawns and stretches her arms up. “Well I say Ani and I get the couch since we’re a couple. You got a problem with that?”

“No,” you and Ethan say in sync. Mindy smiles. “Great! You guys can sleep on the floor.” Ethan rolls his eyes at her, which you notice. You laugh a little as you set your purse by a chair, planning to just sleep in it. Maybe your back would hurt a little in the morning, but it would be better than the pain from sleeping on the floor.

Ethan brings the other chair next to yours, as if to sleep next to you. Sam comes back out with pillows and blankets, handing them to all of you. “If you need anything else, let me know. I’ll be up for a little longer.”

Mindy and Anika cuddle on the couch, already passed out. The only ones watching the movie were you and Ethan. You were covering yourself with a gray blanket, holding yourself for warmth. Ethan is still awake, occasionally stealing glances at you.

You look back at the girls, checking if they were still asleep. You slide your hand under Ethan’s blanket, searching for his hand. Ethan sees this, almost flinching. In his eyes, it looked like you were going for his dick. You? Being inappropriate? Right in front of your friends?

Of course you weren’t doing that. You found his hand and squeezed it, taking him out of his fantasies. “Ethan? Can I ask you something?” You whisper to him.

“Anything,” he smiles.

“Were you gonna kiss me earlier?” You ask. Ethan looks at your lips. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you do it before you left me?”

“I thought the moment was ruined.” You sit up in your chair, pulling the blanket down to your lap. You start staring at his lips too, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Would you kiss me now?” Ethan’s brain starts to combust. You amazing, pretty girl.

“Do you want that?” He asks. He wants to make sure this is what you want. He wants you to feel safe with him. You move closer to him and touch his shoulder, as if to hold onto him. “Please, Ethan? I wanna kiss you.” Your voice sounds a little whiny, sending Ethan over the edge. If you used that voice on him again, he might just crumble to your feet.

He has imagined this moment, dreamt about it. He can’t mess up. He wants it to be perfect for you.

He presses his lips against yours, and your hands go to cup his face. This was heaven for him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Your body, right in his hands. He grips your waist, squeezing it. You feel him pull you closer, and you let him. You want to be against him, to feel his warmth. Where is this going? Are we just kissing? Is something else going to happen?

You try to look over at the couch, trying to check if the girls were still asleep. When you break the kiss, you hear Ethan whine a little at the loss of your lips. He starts to kiss down your neck as his hands wander downward. You gasp, almost too loud. “Ethan! What if someone sees?” You nervously whisper to him.

He pauses. I don’t care. I’d fuck you right now regardless. But you didn’t think like that; he knew that. He looks over his shoulder, feeling relieved to see the girls still passed out. “They’re asleep.” He looks at you again, noticing how you’re fiddling with the string on your shorts. You look nervous. It’s cute to him. He likes that. But what if you weren’t ready to do more?

He takes his hands off your ass, moving back to your waist. “We can stop if you want,” he says softly. He notices your eyes shift down, avoiding his.

You like kissing him. You like touching him. You’ve been thinking about him recently in a romantic way. And yet, you didn’t feel ready to go further. You felt embarrassed, immature. He squeezes your waist again. “I mean it. We can stop.”

“Okay,” you finally say. His hands leave your waist. “Do you wanna go to sleep?” He asks, as if to ease you.

“Mhm. I’m feeling tired.” He nods, pulling your blanket up for you. You grab onto it, holding it over your chest. You lean against his shoulder, still wanting to be close to him. He allows this, accepts it immediately.

He watches you close your eyes, slowly drifting away. He smiles to himself. All mine. My sweet, dumb thing.

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futbol16 · 11 months

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Make a Move • Giovana Queiroz

I apologize for being inactive this week, I had a whole lot of school work to catch up on!

Request: Could you do one with gio queiroz where reader is Katie mccabe sister and they start dating and katie is teasing them the whole time

Word count: 1,9k

Your eyes had been set on the Brazilian the second her signing had been announced. Her smile captured you immediately and you longed for the day to come when you’d finally meet her in person. For Gio, it was different. Her big brown eyes had been seeking you out on every Arsenal post long before her arrival to the club. She first admired your work rate and your skills on the football pitch, however, as she dove deeper into your account - stalked you- she also fell for you.

Katie had been keeping an eye on you all morning of the arrival of the new signings, her eyes glistening with mischief that Leah could only roll her eyes at.

“Excited to see your woman in shining armor?” she nudged you, only grinning harder when you shot her a confused look.

“I don’t think that’s the right phrase-”

“Your brazilian in shining armor?”

“Nope, still incorrect” your sister rolled her eyes at you as she nudged you again, this time harder and you almost fell out of your seat. You gave her another look as you got comfortable again, only hoping that Gio hadn’t yet arrived and didn’t see that.

“Whatever” Katie shrugged and you thought she’d leave it at that. The smirk that was slowly taking over her face said something else.

“She’s here!” the whisper made you whip around and look towards the entrance of the cafeteria only to see Jonas struggling to peel a banana next to the bin. You huffed at the brunette next to you who was in hysterics and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Shut up”

Growing up with 11 siblings meant you were more than used to the constant riling and bickering, especially as the second youngest of the family. Despite this, you didn’t expect the amount of teasing Katie would put you through on a daily basis now that Gio played for your club. You should’ve. After all, your sister was known for her sarcastic and slightly brash attitude.

Your first conversation with the Brazilian was later that day. The two of you had been paired up all throughout training, the girl surprising you when she willingly chose to work with you rather than Kathrine, another new signing. Nonetheless, you embraced it and your training had consisted of more giggles and chit chat than you ever remembered there to be.

“Your face matches our kit!” Katie snorted as she pointed at the red of your shirt and your cheeks. You swatted her hand away in a hurry, clearing your throat as you tried to act casual.

“Shut up Katie or I’ll call Ruesha!” you threatened her but she didn’t buy it as she pulled Jen next to her.

“Look, Y/N is camouflaging!” she snickered as she gripped Jen’s sleeve, urging her to get the joke. Jen was quick to join in on the laughter, saying something about ‘young love’ as she smacked Katie’s arm. You gave your sister the finger before reaching in your pocket just as she turned around.

“Rue? Yes, hi! Your girlfriend is bothering me!” you gave her all she needed to know and a second later Katie’s phone began ringing. The brunette looked at it in curiosity before her eyes widened.

“Y/N WHAT DID YOU DO?!” your giggles echoed through the corridors as you sprinted away from her, almost bumping into Gio on the way in.

“SORRY G!” Gio’s eyes followed your form as you disappeared at the end of the hallway, a small smile pulling at her lips as she bit the inside of her cheek.

“You’ve got that look on your face again” Kathrine spoke up from next to her and she blinked out of her daydreaming.

“What?”

From that day on you and Gio had been glued at the hip, Kathrine often being a third wheel to your high school-crush type of friendship. She didn’t mind though, it made her feel like she was watching a movie of two best friends slowly falling in love with each other. And anyway, your interactions and late evening get-togethers often made their ways into her daily vlog for tiktok and the fans loved it every time.

Gio was head over heels for you. She was mesmerized every time she looked at you and she didn’t even try to fight off the huge smile as she watched you from afar. She would beam at you with such soft eyes as you spoke to her that you’d feel like you were on cloud 9. Gio being Gio, physical touch was a big thing for her and had been part of your friendship from the very beginning.

Slowly though, gentle hand holdings while skipping into training turned into keeping an arm around your waist whenever you were close enough. And when those cheek kisses she gave you moved to the corner of your mouth, that’s when you realized that maybe - just maybe, she felt the same way.

“Gosh this is the ultimate slow burn, I swear to God!” your sister complained as she sat next to you on the bench, waiting for you to finish tying your boots.

“Katie, it’s been four months”

“Exactly!” she threw her hands up and sighed defeatedly as she turned to her other side.

“You agree, Steph, right? She just has to make a move”

“Hey, leave Stephy out of this! I’ve already got Jen and Cait nagging me about it, thanks to you” you pushed at her shoulder but Katie only moved so that she’d have an arm around your shoulders, now looking at the Australian expectantly.

“Give it a shot Y/N/N. Ask her out” Steph shrugged at you though with an encouraging smile. Katie raised an eyebrow at the lack of teasing, ready to open her mouth again but Steph beat her to it.

“Also if you’d just open your eyes you’d see that Gio’s just as in love with you” your mouth fell agape at that while Katie shook with laughter, Steph grinning at you apologetically.

“I’m not in love wi-”

“Just ask her out Y/N!” Katie pushed you to stand up, leaning back as she motioned towards your crush with her head.

You wouldn’t confess to Gio until a week later. Technically, you wouldn’t really confess ever because Gio did that for you. You had been walking the streets of London on another late evening out, this time without Kathrine who stayed home with the dogs to catch up on some sleep.

The two of you kept a light air around you, like always but as your fingers brushed against each other and Gio moved to slowly interlace them. Suddenly, it felt more intimate than before.

Perhaps it was because it was only the two of you this time, with no Kathrine around to hold your other hand, it felt different. Or perhaps it was because Gio had been eyeing you up the whole evening and all throughout dinner and your cheeks were on fire. It felt similar to a sunburn, which was extremely uncommon to get in dusky England.

Your words became quieter, softer as she slid her hand lower to fit yours perfectly. You watched from the corner of your eye as her thumb brushed over the back of your hand. You hadn’t even realized you had gone silent until Gio pulled on your hand and you almost tripped over your feet, so lost in thought.

The two of you halt in your steps as she turns to you, instinctively wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close to her. She lowered her head slightly to gaze into your eyes, her expression softer than ever and you felt your heart beating out of your chest as you rested your palms against her chest.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked in a hushed whisper, her breath fanning against your face and you licked your lips as you thought about what to say.

“You” it seemed like you spoke before you could form an appropriate answer and you pulled your lips into a thin line in embarrassment. Your words had the opposite effect on Gio who’s pupils dilated so much that her eyes were almost completely black. Her hands gripped your waist, almost like she was afraid if she let go you would take it all back.

“I’m always thinking about you” she confessed and you lifted your eyes only to find her’s on your lips.

Your mouth fell slightly open as she leaned in, stopping right before as your lips brushed against each other. She was silently asking for consent and you tightened your hands on her arms in anticipation. A second later you move forward and place your lips on hers, the two of you melding together under the warm glow of the street lamp, basking in each other's company until the sky went dark and it began to rain.

Much later into the night, you enter your apartment with a grin on your face, the events of the evening still fresh on your mind.

“Had a nice bath in the lake?” the scream you let out at the sound of your sister’s voice definitely also alerted your neighbors who were probably deep in sleep by now.

“KATIE WHAT THE FUCK!”

“I’d love a warm bath right now, is Lake Colney warm this time around the year?” she continued, paying no mind to your frightened face as you dropped your thin drenched coat on the floor.

“What are you doing up?” you brushed her teasing off as you poured some left over tea from yourself, glancing at the time in the microwave. Your sister raised her eyebrows at you, barely giving you time to swallow your drink before she began her nagging again.

“How was your date?” she smirked into the palm of her hand as she sat on the barstool in the dimly lit kitchen. Almost as if waiting for you to drop your mug in reaction.

“It wasn’t a date, I don’t know what you’re talking about” you rushed out as you reached for a biscuit, only now noticing that you were hungry.

“Oh so you just end every night out with a kiss?” she wondered sarcastically, snorting when you choke on your biscuit. “Maybe I should start doing that too. Although, Rue might not appreciate it too much”

“How did you know?” you asked her bewildered as you finally cleared your throat. Katie’s eyes were still full of mischief and you know you shouldn't have asked.

“Well, there is lipstick on your mouth and as far as I know you don’t like lipstick - only lip gloss. And it’s the same shade of lipstick Gio was wearing on her Instagram post from tonight.” she shrugs nonchalantly, proud of her detective work. She watched as you wiped at your mouth and checked your hand afterwards, the lipstick stain evident.

“Since when are you such a makeup expert?” you furrowed your eyebrows as you took another bite of the biscuit. Katie waited for you to chew it for a bit and then she answered.

“Also, I saw you on the drive home and honked at the two of you” she slid off her seat, attempting to flee as quickly as possible.

“THAT WAS YOU?!!” the other half of the biscuit landed next to her head, hitting the wall with a thud as you threw it at her before you took off running after your sister who giggled like a maniac.

#woso imagine #futbol16 #woso one shot #giovana queiroz x reader

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inkskinned · 2 years

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i. so 2 days ago, i think i almost got kidnapped.

ii. there's this line in mitski - okay, so i'm a stereotype but - she says i've been big and small. sometimes i think she means physically. and sometimes i think she means like how it feels small to be alone in a grocery store.

iii. i'm babysitting my brother's dog. my dog is much bigger than his; goblin's 70 pounds and comes up to my hip. but his dog (an australian shepherd) - she's tiny. like 30 pounds or something.

iv. i called my sister before i called the cops. it felt like a big move to call the cops. i didn't like doing it, either. i felt like, embarrassed this happened.

v. it was getting dark, right. and the rain had really started in earnest. and we were coming off a trail we'd seen a guy on, deep in the woods. this white unmarked panel van was just sitting there, at the trailhead, lights on, engine on. i had to squeeze past it to get to my car. i kept telling myself - this is fucking stupid to be freaked out by. it's just a guy. it's just a van. it's not a movie. move along.

vi. sometimes i think about those chain emails that used to go around. you know, the ones with "survival tips for women" in them. in the age of the internet, where did all of those go? where is the masterlist of holding your keys in your fist? did anyone print that up and put it on their wall. do they sleep beside it.

vii. the van started to move while i put the dogs in the car. very slowly, he turned and backed up so he was blocking me in. i felt my heart racing. the rain was in my eyes. he opened his front door, just stuck a foot out. my brother's dog immediately freaked out. i had to physically restrain her. he closed his door. i got into the car with the dog, through the passenger side. i locked everything. the van stayed behind me for a little bit. when he finally left, i found him parked at the edge of the road. he waited for me to turn, and then followed me for a few intersections.

iix. i just couldn't stop thinking - this isn't real. this isn't something that happens. you're making this a bigger issue than it needs to be. this is the way it would play out if you were on tv. i didn't want to be that person, you know? jumping at shadows. freaked out about nothing. you know, a hysterical woman.

ix. my friends and i joke over dinner that i would be the first to die in a horror movie. then we go around and assign death warrants - who dies first, who is the serial killer. there are times in my life i have been jokingly folded to fit into the trunk of a car. every time someone picks me up, even in a friendly way, i have the sudden, horrible thought: oh. i couldn't really stop this from happening if things got too far. that feels small and big all-at-once. like breathing in glass particles.

x. i didn't get the license plate. the cops were not helpful. i didn't really expect them to be, but i didn't want anyone else to get hurt, just-in-case something bad would have happened. not that i get to assume something bad would have happened. it feels small and stupid. i feel like an idiot. what if calling the cops causes more hurt than good? maybe calling them was foolish. the first thing i said when they picked up was - uh, so i don't really know if this is a big deal or not but i think something weird just happened.

xi. in the last 48 hours i have gone to work and done my laundry and walked the dogs some more. i didn't even bring it up with my therapist. on the phone with the police officer, she said - you're actually being very calm about this. it is just something that can happen, i guess. i think i'm probably not the only person walking around with something that should-be-big rattling around inside of them. since nothing did happen, i don't really get to be upset. bad things have happened to me. i am statistically speaking extremely lucky.

xii. sometimes i think about all the diary pages that exist. and all the places where people hide the things that are too horrible to look at, even if it's a memory. it feels big-and-small to know that my diary knows the worst of me. it feels big to know someone else probably has the same diary. like - ha! same trauma. how endearing. i told my sister - well this is just part of being femme presenting isn't it.

xiii. on wednesday i saw a bunch of warblers and last night i had a dream about a girl with red hair. that felt big. that felt poetic. it's thursday today. i almost got kidnapped on a tuesday. in between the rest of me, i have no idea where to fit that moment.

poem where everything is true unless it makes you uncomfortable and then of course it's all made up for attention // r.i.d

#whatever this is #poetry #prose #warm up

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justporo · 7 months

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A Dinner Beneath the Stars (or A Night of Shattered Glass and the Smell of Burning? (Part 2))

First off, @mushy6902 this has developed a mind and life of its own - I hope you still enjoy - also everyone else! This has become so much fluff, I have to get some pelt out of my mouth, excuse me…

Summary: It‘s been half a year that Astarion and Tav have been together officially. So, Astarion wants to surprise Tav with a romantic dinner and has enlisted the help of Gale for that (as could be read in Part 1, link following later). Now he has to execute his ambitious vision for the night. Tav meanwhile has other surprises in store for her favourite vampire.

Pairing: Astaron / Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: Way too much fluff

Song for this one: The Cave by Mumford & Sons

You had left Astarion alone with himself for a little bit to run some errands while the sun was still violently out and about. Not only was it helpful sometimes to get some stuff done before your ‚day‘ started but it was also a nice opportunity to spend some time on your own. Because of course you loved every second you could spend with your vampiric better half but the two of you still were you‘re own persons and that came with doing some stuff on your own.

Not to mention that in the last couple of weeks Astarion had kind of regularly spent parts of his nights doing other stuff as well. What exactly that was, he wouldn‘t mention to you. And of course you respected his privacy and his autonomy to do his own things - especially since he hadn‘t been able to for the last two centuries, but… you‘d be lying if you didn‘t admit that there was a tiny part inside you wondering or rather worrying what he was up to.

You were on you way home when you had met Gale and had talked to him shortly. You‘d been meeting with him from time to time because he was a friend and you liked to stay in touch but it had still been weird running into him so close to your home since he lived in a much different part of town. Gale obviously had been very surprised too and almost seemed a touch hysteric. Very quickly he had told you that he was actually „running super super late for something“ and went on his way. You had just stood there and wondered if maybe it was that Tara got excessively feral if she didn‘t receive her dinner on time.

Now you were almost back home. You walked up the few steps to your townhouse after going through the wrought-iron gate that fenced off your property from the street. As you approached your front door you noticed that there was a small piece of paper neatly folded and tugged under it. You grabbed it with your hand that wasn‘t carrying the goods you had been procuring in town and awkwardly made to unfold it. A single line was written on it in Astarion‘s elegant, narrow handwriting:

„Meet me straight in the garden, my love! -A“

Your eyebrows jumped up. Immediately incredibly curious whatever it could be that Astarion was doing in your small garden behind the house.

The garden was a tiny thing really - cut off with wrought-iron fences overgrown with ivy so you couldn‘t even take a peek in your neighbour‘s much bigger gardens. And on the one end it was walled off by another mansion that was massive and very faceless without any windows towards your space. It was very much a private little space. Some people would‘ve called it degraded and crammed but you liked it and tended to it religiously. You had brought in lots of new plants and flowers, especially and mostly those that bloomed at night, some iron furniture and lanterns. And thus Astarion and you could spend warm summer nights outside in privacy surrounded by blossoms and warm light - sometimes a sole firefly even found its way to your little safe haven.

You unlocked the front door silently and placed down the packages you were carrying under your arm on the nearest piece of furniture. Your eyes narrowed - did you smell something cooking? That seemed unlikely hence the vampire, but surely your senses weren‘t playing a trick on you. For a split second you considered going into the kitchen to check if you were actually correct. But you discarded the thought as soon as it came. Astarion had asked you to come to the garden directly, so you would. It didn‘t hinder you though to try and sneak up on the rogue.

You sneaked up to the door leading to the garden but it was already open. And the moment you saw the scene that was set up in the small outside space your jaw dropped and you forgot about wanting to be inconspicuous.

Astarion sat at the small iron table over which he had draped some white tablecloth. On it stood two chalices - one from which the vampire was currently taking a drink - ,some red roses in a vase and a candlestick with candles already burning. The table was laid.

And that wasn‘t all - there were burning candles all over the garden, several more lushly blooming flowers had carefully been placed around the space - some in pots and some seemed to have spontaneously grown - at least from what you last remembered your garden had looked like. Even some rose petals were strewn about.

„What in the Nine Hells is going on here?“, you almost screamed, your voice a much higher pitch than usual. The vampire almost jumped out of his chair and made wine slosh all over him. He got up after having put down his drink. You immediately noticed two things about him: firstly, he had dressed up as well and was wearing a deep red doublet embroidered in gold and looked dashingly handsome in it. And secondly, he seemed incredibly nervous.

Astarion desperately tried to gain back his nonchalant composure. „Well what does it look like, my heart?“, he asked and smirked, one hand up in his usual relaxed stance as he regained some of his wits. „I am not sure“, you answered honestly, „are you trying to break up with me and hoping to lessen the blow with a nice final dinner?“ The moment the words left your mouth you felt that it was incredibly inappropriate regarding all the effort Astarion must‘ve put into all of this, but cracking jokes was your coping mechanism for when you got flustered. And, Gods, did you feel flustered - also massively underdressed.

The vampire, already used to your shenanigans and sometimes inadequate timing for jokes, just rolled with it and grinned at you: „Almost. The plan was to have a nice dinner but leave out the breaking up part - at least for tonight.“ He winked at you.

„Would you care to join me, my love?“, he asked after that and motioned to the other chair. You walked over to him and ignored how he had pulled out the chair for you, ever your gracious gentleman, and hugged him tightly. „Thank you, Astarion“, you whispered and squeezed him harder.

„Don‘t thank me yet, my sweet! Also, you‘re wrinkling my clothes.“ To that you let him go and slapped his arm before finally taking the offered seat.

„I feel completely underdressed, dearie“, you said as you sat down. „Oh, don‘t worry about it, tonight‘s all about you, my sweet, so I just wanted to give you something nice to look at“, Astarion said and produced a bottle of wine from under the table and filled your goblet with wine. „Oh, so are you part of tonight‘s menu?“, you asked playing coyly and taking a sip from the fresh wine - a full and sweet rosé this time, very much to your liking.

At your remark Astarion smirked immediately and threw you a lewd kind of glance: „We don‘t start with dessert, my sweet, that‘s rude.“ You pouted but then broke into a giggle. „What are the other courses then?“, you asked then with open curiosity. „Why don‘t you wait and find out?“ „You‘re such a tease, Astarion.“ „Isn‘t that part of why it‘s fun to be with me?“

You couldn‘t argue with that, so you chose silence and took another sip of wine. Then you suddenly remembered something: „Wait, does Gale have something to do with this?“

The vampire‘s face dropped and turned to anger. „I can‘t believe he told you. We had a deal an-“ „He told me nothing, don‘t worry. But I ran into him and he seemed weird and was in a rush. So much so, that I thought his cat must be running rampant at his place waiting for her wet food or something. But this checks out now“, you explained and watched Astarion relax again. He still cursed the wizard under his breath. When you raised an eyebrow at the pale elf, he sighed in defeat and said: „Yes, the wizard helped me set this all up - brought me some fresh ingredients since, you know, I can‘t exactly be out and about during daytime. He also worked some magic to help decorate the garden.“ „Aah, that explains why there are so many new plants - I was kind of worried I had become delusional.“ You smiled at Astarion, but he seemed sulky: „I did most and all of the rest of the decorating, my dear, it wasn‘t just all our lord and saviour, Gale of godsdamned Waterdeep. I even specifically picked out potted plants so they wouldn‘t just wither after this… because I know you don‘t like that.“ He basically pouted now and you couldn‘t help but laugh as your heart swelled.

„You did a wonderful job, really. I didn‘t mean to upset you“, you assured him and reached out to grab his hand with yours. You looked straight into his ruby eyes, trying to convey how much you meant what you said. „No one ever did anything even remotely close like this for me, Astarion. Honestly, I don‘t even really know what to say. I love you“, you said slowly while you felt yourself getting almost teary-eyed.

The vampire‘s eyes filled with warmth and a genuine soft smile crept onto his face: „Well, that‘s something to say after all, isn‘t it? I love you too, Tav.“ The way he said it - although you heard it a thousand times and you told each other at any possible opportunity - really almost started your tears.

And Astarion must‘ve realised the same because he quickly got up from his seat. „My lady, why don‘t we get started then? I guess this was enough of an assortment of emotions for an aperitif, don‘t you think?“, he spoke quickly and bowed graciously before you. And off he went.

He was gone several minutes during which you could hear several sounds coming from the kitchen - not all of them sounding as if they should happen naturally with the process. At one point you heard a loud shatter followed by a very hearty curse from Astarion that would‘ve caused a sailor to blush. You were almost out of the seat to check on your chef for the evening, when you heard from inside: „Don‘t you dare come in here, Tav!“ As if he had read your mind. So you simply let yourself fall back on your seat.

Shortly after Astarion reemerged from inside carrying two bowls of steaming hot soup. He sat one down in front of you and placed the other for himself. „Is everything alright?“, you asked him before he could say something. He simply nodded but when you grabbed his arm and threw him another look, he stopped for a second: „Darling, it‘s fine. I may have broken some plates and glasses but uhm… nothing that can‘t be replaced. Gale really didn‘t make clear enough how hectic this whole cooking endeavor can be when we practiced“, he explained quickly and was ready to go on, but you didn‘t let him.

„Wait, so are you saying Gale taught you how to cook? You could‘ve asked me, you know?“ Astarion threw you a very annoyed glance, probably because of yet another mention of your mutual wizard friend. „And where would have been the surprise in this then? And yes, if you must know, Gale gave me some lessons during the last couple of weeks.“ You raised your eyebrows at him and something in your head connected: „So, that‘s were you‘ve been all the time!“ Astarion snorted: „Maybe - I could‘ve also been in some other lover‘s arms. Someone who doesn‘t interrupt me the whole damn time.“

You let go of his wrist, pursed your lips and crossed your arms over your chest.

„Now, if I may - as an entrée we have a simple mushroom soup made from several different kinds all sourced from local forests and some herbs.“ That immediately made you snap out of your mood - because you loved mushroom soup. Nothing compared to it on a stormy autumn night or when you felt kind of shallow and sad sometimes.

You grabbed your spoon eager to try but stopped when you heard Astarion inhale sharply. Your eyes went to his. „Just… maybe keep in mind, that I‘ve never really done this?“, the vampire pleaded. His tone sounded jokingly but you knew there was genuine worry in it. You just smiled at him and gave it a taste - if it remotely tasted like it smelled, he‘d done a tremendous job.

And it did taste amazing, Gale had taught him well. „That‘s great, Astarion, almost as good as mine“, you gave him your review with a big grin. That seemed to reassure the vampire at least a bit, judging by how his chest swelled a little and his chin lifted. „Why thank you, my gracious darling“, he replied and tried the soup for himself. He nodded self-indulgently and threw you another glance - humour twinkling in his eyes: „Not bad, if I may say so myself - as someone who has developed quite a niche taste.“ You laughed and shook your head while continuing your soup.

You finished the entrée while talking and joking. The main dish followed consisting of a perfectly cooked fish filet, some mixed steamed green vegetables and a truly delicious lime sauce. By then you were truly impressed by how well Astarion seemed to have handled all the cooking - especially on his own.

When you told him exactly that he seemed so happy and proud of himself your heart almost ached with the love you felt for him.

You kept chewing your last bite of the fish when you said: „Here‘s one thing I‘ve wanted to ask you, love, but it is really one of those things I should‘ve asked months ago because now I‘m actually almost too afraid to.“ Astarion who had already finished his plate leaned his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers and put his chin on top of them: „As long as the question isn‘t ‚wouldn‘t it have been better if we had parted ways months ago‘ - go ahead, ask, my love.“ You pointed your fork at him over the table in a way that was supposed to tell him to stop making fun of you. He just smirked. You swallowed your bite and then continued. „So, as we all know you can drink wine. Lots of it. Let‘s actually not talk in detail about how your consumption could probably only be measured by gallons“ - („Point made, love, go on…“) - „But what about food exactly? I mean I‘ve seen you eat just know and you do seem to eat quite a lot of the stuff I make, but…“ Your words trailed off, just hoping for Astarion to catch your meaning.

„Well, I certainly can eat if I choose to do so. It just… doesn‘t nourish me. It‘s really purely for entertainment at this point in my life, un-life I mean, really. So I usually only choose to eat what I prefer, because quite frankly: why else should I?“ You nodded to that because it made sense. „And I do actually really like what you create, my love, so I indulged more often than I have in quite some time.“ He smiled at you and you felt a sense of pride rise within you. Because wasn‘t that actually quite a huge compliment?

Astarion opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself when he caught the whiff of something coming from the kitchen.

„Oh shit“, he hissed and dashed back inside lightning-quick. Your eyes followed him, confusion in your face, then the smell reached you as well: something was burning.

You heard busy bustling and a few more curses coming from the kitchen before the vampire finally came back. A huge grin on his face. „We are quite in luck I managed to save the dessert, my love, chocolate cakes with strawberry sauce.“ Your eyes lit up at the mention of chocolate and strawberries - together. Although, hadn‘t there been mention of dessert already?

„I thought you were my dessert?“, you said throwing Astarion a glance from under your lashes as he placed the plates down. The small cakes looked delicious.

„Oh, love, if you‘re still so hungry after this I‘ll gladly offer myself up. Now eat!“, he demanded. You didn‘t need to be told twice - the chocolate combined with the fruit sauce was heavenly. Your eyes rolled back as you gave a small pleased moan.

Your soulmates grin grew a little dirty at your reaction to his final show of new found talent for cooking. „I guess it‘s almost as sweet as you, love“, he simply commented and watched you devour the rest of the dish.

You finished the sweet dessert, savouring every last bit of it then sighed happily: „That was so good, Astarion, you should cook every day.“ „Hmm, let‘s keep that for special occasions, my sweet, or my dead little heart will give out with all the pressure.“ You laughed nervously: „What special occasion?“

Astarion became suddenly silent before he quietly said: „Well technically it‘s not yet an anniversary, but today… we‘ve been together for half a year. So… a half-a-versary?“ He threw you a cautious glance. „Oh no, that was today?“, you asked him shyly - but the glint of a grin had entered your eyes. Unfortunately, Astarion couldn‘t see it since he was idly moving around his last piece of cake with the fork.

„Well, I figured I wanted to do something to celebrate - for you. But maybe it was a stupid idea and now I will have to surpass my genius self for our actual anni-„ He finally looked up and saw the look on your face.

„You little shit, darling“, he exclaimed and threw his napkin at you „stop making me make a fool of myself!“ You grinned at him: „You didn‘t seriously think I‘d forget.“

When Astarion wanted to protest you lifted a finger and stood up. Motioning him to give you a moment.

You quickly went inside and grabbed the packages from where you had placed them when you had come home. You picked them up and went outside again. Astarion had turned sideways on his chair so he could await your return. The look on his face was equal parts joy, confusion and „I‘m still annoyed at you“ when you placed the three large but rather slim packets into his hands. They were all the same size and shape.

He was taken aback and stared at the packages in his hands that had been plainly wrapped in some paper. And as he kept staring at them without saying a word you realised that this man was not used to receiving gifts - at all.

„I - uh…“, he stuttered and twisted the gifts around, „get the feeling these aren‘t books?“ He looked up shortly to see if you were looking at him. You grinned at him response. „Sharp perception, my love“, you said and motioned to him to start unwrapping. But then a thought sprang into your mind.

„No wait, actually“, you shouted and grabbed the packets again out of Astarion‘s hands who yelped a little and looked a little hurt. You peeked into each package then rearranged them before handing them back. „Now - start with the one on top. Happy half-a-versary“, you told him - pleased with yourself for this last minute change and adopting his term for the event.

Astarion regarded you suspiciously but his curiosity won him over quickly so he started to carefully unwrap the top one. He was being dramatic about it, when he ever so slowly started to lift the paper and threw you a glance every other second to make sure you were carefully watching him. And you were - because now you couldn‘t even tell who was more excited about this process.

„Stop teasing and get to it, Astarion“, you exclaimed when he kept going at a snail‘s pace. „I am sorry, my heart, but I can‘t remember the last time I got a gift - a real gift from someone - I‘m trying to savour the moment!“, he responded offendedly. And you truly couldn‘t fault him for that - so you kept silent after that.

With a quick movement he took off the final piece of wrapping and revealed…

A portrait painting of himself. On it he was looking off to the side, showing him partly with a side profile. He wore a beautiful and intricately worked doublet that actually looked very similar to the one the live version was currently wearing. On his face was his signature smirk - but it was soft and his ruby eyes were filled with warmth for whatever he was looking at outside of the frame.

Real Astarion had become a statue while you gasped when you saw the finished painting. You had seen it before of course, because you had been the one who had commissioned it. But it still absolutely took your breath away: the artist had absolutely outdone herself, especially for not ever seeing the real life model. The painting was not only a perfect portrayal of Astarion but it also showed and offered so much emotion. Just seeing it made you want to hug and kiss your real vampire in front of you.

The original still seemed speechless. After a while you actually got worried that something was amiss - maybe it wasn‘t something he liked? „Is everything okay, Astarion, do you not like it?“

The vampire lifted his gaze to yours and your face dropped. Tears were openly streaming down his face. „That‘s what I look like? Really?“, he asked you with a hoarse voice while more tears ran down his face, dropping onto his doublet. You immediately felt your eyes well up as well so you only responded with nodding very eagerly.

„I mean“, Astarion said and looked down at the portrait again, holding it carefully to not ruin it with his tears „no offense to your drawings of me but this…“ „My drawings never fully captured you“, you replied with a sob and waved off his comment. „Gods, I am a beautiful bastard, aren‘t I?“, Astarion said with a short high-pitched laugh and started to regain some of his calm. „You are“, you confirmed again and slowly walked over to him to put your arms around him from behind.

„How did you pull this off, darling?“, he asked while turning his head sideways to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. „Well, I looked for an artist that could possibly paint your portrait without having you sit for it. So I did some research and found a wonderful woman that was up to the challenge. I gave her lots of my drawings of you for reference and the rest we did with many sessions where I sat down and talked about you and who and how you are and how much I love you and such. And so, this is the result“, you explained and kept looking at the painting. „Seems this woman is truly a prodigy“, Astarion said and you nodded. „Also, it seems I wasn‘t the only one with a secret quest these past weeks“, he said and chuckled. You nodded to that: „Although I was more sneaky then you were.“ Astarion gave you a look but then nodded approvingly - you‘d taken that win home.

After a while of looking at himself, the pale elf turned his head again and gave you another kiss: „Thank you, my love, I really don‘t know how to properly put this but this means incredibly much to me. Thank you for knowing this and doing this, my sweet. I guess I always knew why I picked you.“ He winked at you and smiled. You smiled back.

„So - are the other ones nude paintings of me? Because that might make me cry again, my heart. I don‘t know if I can take that much beauty in just one night“, the vampire spoke after another while and looked at you cheekily and giving you his best smirk. „And yet you keep looking at me every night“, you immediately retorted and gave him a slap on the shoulder. „Unwrap them and find out“, you continued trying not to give away anything.

„Please don‘t tell me you also gave this woman details about my… private parts, love. I may be very open-minded but maybe… not that“, Astarion said with a mostly joking tone - but a tiny bit of worry to it.

You simply motioned for him to go on. And so he did - unwrapping the second painting a bit faster and revealing…

A portrait of you. Wearing a dress that Astarion had gifted you some time ago, embroidered by „yours truly“. You‘re head was also turned a bit sideways, but to the opposite direction of Astarion in his painting. One shoulder was slightly lifted into a coy pose while you smiled warmly and promisingly at someone beyond what could be seen.

Astarion‘s jaw dropped again: „Oh my love, she captured you perfectly. Gods, I can‘t believe how beautiful you are. That face, that pose - as if I was looking directly at you.“ You smiled and buried your face into his shoulder while peeking at the painting to hide your growing blush.

Then the vampire realised. He held up both of the portraits next to each other. Side by side it was clear the two paintings belonged together. Your painted selves looking at each other warmly and lovingly.

The tears were almost coming back up for you. „This is the most beautiful gift, I believe, that you could‘ve possibly given me, Tav“, Astarion whispered in a sincere voice.

„Unwrap the last one“, you whispered back - feeling tense with anticipation. He complied wordlessly and opened up the remaining package to reveal the last painting:

It was the both of you, now joined in this final painting. In it, Astarion had his nose slightly nuzzled to your cheek, his eyes were closed and he was smiling broadly. His hand was on your shoulder. You were leaning into his touch, eyes also closed and smile just as broad.

You couldn‘t help it - your tears started to flow again. Astarion quickly noticed and carefully placed all three paintings down before he grabbed your hands and made you move around the chair he was still sitting on and softly pushed you to sit down on his lap. He brushed your tears away with his thumbs and whispered to you although his cheeks looked suspiciously wet as well. He kissed you again and again while he held you and stroked your back.

„Tav, this is the most incredible gift. It‘s a shame all I can say for that is thank you. But take that and also: I love you, my heart, you‘re the best thing that‘s ever happened to me“, he whispered softly when both your tears had finally dried. Then he kissed you deeply.

„My romantic dinner pales in comparison, I have to say. But how could I have imagined that you would go so massively overboard for just our half-a-versary. I‘ll probably have to find a unicorn to surpass that, sweetheart, bravo to you!“ „Don‘t sell yourself short, Astarion, this was so incredible. You became a masterful chef in a matter of weeks and no one has ever done even remotely close for me!“, you interrupted him, „I‘d say we are pretty much even in terms of effort, execution and result.“

Astarion smiled at you openly and squeezed you in his embrace then kept on blabbering happily and seemed positively giddy with joy and love.

You let him go on for a while longer before you grabbed his face and started to kiss him. Your chest ached with how much you loved this man.

„I love you, Astarion, so much. Do you know that?“

He smirked at you: „I had an inkling.“ He kissed you again and told you he loved you back.

„I remember though, there was talk of second dessert earlier - would you care to indulge?“, he then asked you while looking up at you with a growing naughty grin. „Or“, he suddenly said as you were already getting ready to smother him with kisses „we could go for the cheese platter I still have prepared in the kitchen.“

You leaned back and tapped your chin with a finger, indicating that you had to think hard about your options. „Second dessert first and then cheese in bed?“, you offered up.

„Sounds lovely, my sweet!“, Astarion replied cheerfully and lifted you up in his arms to carry you inside. You giggled and only hoped you could celebrate many more anniversaries with your soulmate - our half-a-versaries for that matter.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #fanfiction #baldur's gate iii #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion x you

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sassylovermongerbear · 6 months

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Imagine Natasha coming back from a mission early. She's exhausted and want nothing more than lay in bed with her girlfriend.

She walks into the kitchen to found Wanda cooking and dancing with music playing from her phone. She hasn't see Nat arrive and keep on dancing and singing to herself.

The spy stays put and watch her with a huge smile on her face from how adorable the girl is until she can't take it anymore and need to be closer. So she starts making her way toward the witch and wraps her arms around her.

Except Wanda didn't heard her approach because 1) the music is really loud and 2) Nat has been train her entire life to be a spy she never make a sound when she move around, without realising it, it's just natural to her. So lost in her own little word, the witch got scared from the arms reaching for her react on instinct, having spend so much time training with Nat, she became a lot better at hand tot hand combat over the years. She grips the arm and flip the person over so they land on their back and prepare herself to attack. Her eyes wide in surprise when she recognise her girlfriend laying on the floor too stunned to do or say anything.

Wanda stays frozen for a second or two before she turns the music off with her power and get down on her knee next to the spy and start apologizing over and over again. Oh my god are you okay ? I'm so so sorry deka! Did I hurt you ? All while Nat stay down trying to process what just happened.

After a moment Nat finally came back to reality and just looks at Wanda before bursting out laughing. It's Wanda's turn to be frozen, to stun to speak cause she never saw Natasha laugh like this. Sure she already saw her laugh in the past but the redhead is more of amused smirk or light chuckle kind of girl. But this is nothing like it. This is a loud, hysterical kind of laugh that brings tears to the spy's eyes.

Soon enough Wanda joins in the laughter. The ridicul of the situation making it impossible not to join. Both laughing with tears in their eyes.

When they finally calm down Wanda help Nat up and immediately hugs her. She apologize again but Nat just keep smiling and told her that she would only accept apologies in the form of a lot of kisses and cuddles. That brought an other smile from Wanda who easily agree. She finish the food and takes two plates with them to eat in their room, leaving the rest for the others, and they spend the rest of the day in bed together cuddling, kissing and laughing.

Nat realize, as Wanda trow her head back laughing at something she said, that the witch was truly magical. Not because she could move things with her mind, hear people thought or even fly, but because everytime she's with her the redhead forgot about everything else. She doesn't think about her past, the people she'd hurt or the mistakes she made. She doesn't even think about the mission she went on a few hours earlier nor the exhaustion of her arching body. All she can think about is how much she loves Wanda, how happy and free the little witch makes her feel. She's the love of Nat's life and she decide right then and there that she would marry her.

As the spy listen to Wanda's story about how Clint got stuck into the vent again while she was away, she starts planing how she would propose and decide to go ring shopping the very next day.

#writing prompt #writing #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel #natalia alianovna romanova #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #black widow #the avengers

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untaemedqueen · 1 year

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Finding My Pack

Alpha!OT7 & Omega!Reader

Omegas are rare. Rarer than rare. Try one out of a hundred might possibly be an omega. So when the Euphoria Pack has a dinner meeting for a potential business partnership imagine their surprise when the find an omega being locked away like she's some sort of disease.

Alphas are born for one purpose and one purpose only: to worship their omega.

Apparently her father and brothers didn't get the memo.

Scent sympathetic, I always thought it was a myth until her. Until she climbed me like a fucking tree and pressed her nose against my scent gland. Once I smelled her, once she was in my arms, my body just knew. I can't leave her. I'd never let her go and no one else can have her.

The perfect woman. Right before my fucking eyes. Those lips, those sweet eyes, that adorable, if not a little scared smile, that fucking body. Built just for me and my other pack brothers.

Mine, mine, mine! Every cell in my body screamed it with frantic need.

Never in all my years did I think I would find the perfect omega for me and have to teach her how to be an omega. Jesus, her family seemed to not have done one right thing by her. She's obviously touch starved and her emotional needs are at an all time high because her brothers and father didn't have the decency to spare her an ounce of attention.

Don't get me wrong, I was going to enjoy spoiling the shit out of this little queen but it's fucking wrong how she'd been treated.

My princess, my omega, my fucking everything. One moment my life was fucking empty and incomplete and now this innocent little omega is going to take my heart and hold it in the palm of her delicate hand. Nothing ever made sense until her. Nothing will ever make sense again if she doesn't have my mark on her skin.

She felt like everything good within my embrace. It's not just her scent which was simply mouthwatering. It was her softness, her eagerness, her innocence.

She was a unicorn. So fucking rare, so fucking treasured already, so fucking…mine.

She's my unicorn.

I lived my life with a fake smile plastered to my face until she arrived. One look, even a small one as she was wrapped around Jimin and I found my purpose. She was like nothing I'd ever seen before and then suddenly, I knew the one and only reason why I existed. I existed to see her in my clothes, to dote on her, to mark her and spoil her. And everything else would always fall short.

Once Jimin came in cradling her to his body and I matched the sweet little thing to the scent… I was immediately taken.

And here she is, wanting me right back.

No one has ever wanted me before. Well, people have wanted my money. They've wanted the pack's money but they haven't liked me for me. I'm usually much too rigid for most women, alphas, betas or omegas.

But Y/N… she is goodness and innocence and light. She made me feel less dreary.

I don't know these men.

But I do. Sorta, anyway. All of them are strangers but it just felt so…right. They all smelled like home.

I couldn't stop myself from clinging to whoever called to me at the time. I should be absolutely ashamed of myself! Even now I'm hanging off of the pack leader like he's some sort of tree and I'm a great big sloth.

I know that it was probably some sort of 'weak omega bullshit' like my father liked to say but I just couldn't help myself.

They were all so kind to me and they all smelled delightful.

Finding My Pack Snippet:

"Something wrong," I whimpered, looking around.

I could feel my movements becoming frantic, my head was turning faster and my whimpers broke down into hysterical whines.

It felt… bizarre. It felt needy and I couldn't place it at all. Just what the fuck was this feeling?!

"Hey, hey, hey," Joon cooed, crossing the distance between us. "Omega, what's wrong? Tell your alpha, he'll fix it, sweet girl."

"I-I don't know! I just… it's itchy! I want something! But I-I don't… I don't know what it is!"

I was hyperventilating. My sentences were jumbling and my thoughts were scrambling under the weight of this new pressing need.

"Just follow your instincts," Namjoon breathed slowly, keeping a level head for me. "Just close your eyes for your alpha and tell him what you need."

I couldn't think, I couldn't listen I just shivered in his grasp and kept shaking my head.

"Fuck, I don't wanna do this," my alpha grunted, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Omega!"

My eyes snapped to him at his sharp command and I whimpered in reply. The bite of his voice was something I probably should have been afraid of. I was always terrified when my father or brothers commanded me to do anything. But I was willing to listen to Namjoon. I wanted to.

"Be still!"

The quaking of my body ceased although my insides were still thrumming with unease.

"Close your eyes and tell your alpha what you need from him."

My eyelids slammed shut and I whined loudly, shoulders tensing. What did I need? I had no idea! I needed…

I needed… something but what?

"Good girl. Tell your alpha what's wrong."

I needed… Namjoon.

Yoongi.

Taehyung.

Jimin.

Jeongguk.

Hoseok.

Seokjin.

I need them.

"My pack," I sobbed, opening my eyes.

Coming soon to Patreon.

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chaoticbardlady99 · 4 months

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Lethal Woman: Chapter 8 (Astarion x GN! Reader)

Synopsis: You and Astarion have many misadventures while going back through the Blighted Village. Someone from your past makes a gruesome reappearance and reveals they are hunting Astarion. You and Astarion inadvertently confess to each other that there is, in fact, something between the two of you.

CW: Violence, gore, fighting, alcohol, Gnome racism (I don’t hate Gnomes I promise- just Dwarves because the All Hammer killed one of my favorite DND characters), torture, mentions of emotional, psychological, and physical abuse.

Chapter 9

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Tracing your steps back through the blighted village was more eventful than any of you anticipated.

For one- you and Astarion stumbled upon an Ogre and Bug Bear couple (literally) bumping uglies. Astarion had insisted that he open it and you were really hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was. Considering your luck- you weren’t surprised they were fucking, but then they tried to kill you. So you had to ruin the party while the rest of your companions explored the other abandoned buildings while you and Astarion were trying to avoid being covered in various bodily fluids.

Second, Karlach informs you she befriended three massive ogres and they said they’ll send their aid when you “toot this little horn thing”. Then she gave you the news that they don’t promise NOT to eat you. You quickly convinced her to give it to you- you love your tiefling kindred spirit, but her impulse control is terrible sometimes.

Arguably the third incident may be the worst. Karlach had rejoined the other group when Wyll called her over so it was just the two of you again. You had attempted to help a deep Gnome by killing the Goblins that were terrorizing him- much to Astarion’s dismay.

Well, when the Gnome told you to stop the damn thing- you went inside thinking it would be one lever. It was TWO and they said what they each did IN COMMON. YOU CAN’T READ COMMON! And when you asked Astarion to pull the right lever- he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Consider the right level pulled, Darling.”

Needless to say, the only positive of that event was the hysterical cackling that erupted from your lover’s mouth as he fell to the ground- unable to contain himself until at least 10 minutes after the Gnome you promised to rescue became airborne and gained his Gnomeish wings. You had looked at Astarion and leered at him playfully.

“You are so mean,” you said while castigating him, trying not to let your love of his genuine laughter get in the way of basic morals, “that is not what I asked you to do at all!”

You are so glad no one else was around for that. Wyll would have stroked out.

“Oh Darling,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes, “I never claimed not to be and next time- maybe be more specific instead of saying ‘can you pull the right lever?’’”

You sighed while pinching the bridge of your nose, now struggling to contain your laughter. Like the absolute shit he is- he found a loophole.

“Well as long as you aren’t tying me up to a windmill and flinging me into the heavens-“

You didn’t even get to end your sentence because Astarion began crying and laughing again.

Within an hour of the impromptu funeral, your situationship and the interests of the others in the group had been tested when you, Gale, Astarion, and Lae’zel found the Necromancy of Thay. You had accidentally stumbled across the room while searching the caverns underneath the Blighted Village and finding a strange purple amethyst. The book had immediately taken to it and you don’t know what Astarion had seen from the book, but he refused to back down and hand it to Gale.

“No!” Astarion says indignantly, “you aren’t eating this one!”

“I need it to stabilize-“

“I could give a rat’s ass about how stable your stupid chest orb is,” Astarion says while glaring, “this is far too special for the likes of you to consume.”

“It’s obviously a very powerful tome. It would be beneficial for helping my condition,” Gale huffs and then they both look at you.

Oh no.

“State your case?” You say awkwardly, “unbiasedly?”

They both scowl and Astarion pouts at you, but the look in his eyes tells you he understands to some extent that you at least have to let both parties argue their side. You did have a full blown melt down one of the first nights of the journey over not being able to make everyone happy. Astarion rarely put up a fight with you unless it was important to him. You do this with everyone, not just them, but you worry your relationship with Astarion will be seen as the influencing factor.

Gale simply stated that it had powerful magic that he would like to consume. You did mention that you have multiple items for him in your pocket at any given time, but he is still insistent.

Then Astarion makes his case and it’s actually very difficult to argue with it. It’s a book of Necromancy and he is undead. What if the book had a cure for his condition? Or at least a way to diminish the side effects? The desperation in his voice had somehow cracked Gale’s resolve- you didn’t even have to make a decision.

“Fineeeeeeeee,” Gale drawls, “have the damn book- you bastard.”

Astarion looks far too pleased with himself.

Asshole, you think with a smile.

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You set up camp at your previous campsite near the Grove so that you can begin your journey into the Underdark.

The sun has already set and the moon shines brightly in the sky. You aren’t ready to go underground yet. You always miss the moon and stars.

You are sitting by the nearby river- enjoying the sounds of the roaring river with Karlach as the two of you try to sort out her love life.

“Soooo,” you raise your eyebrows at her, “is it going to be Wyll, Damon, or Shadowheart?”

“Ughhhh,” Karlach tips over and pretends to writhe in pain in the grass, “having choices sucks!!”

“Oh come on K,” you say teasingly, “you must have someone you are specifically gravitating towards.”

Karlach taps her chin and pretends to think. After a minute- she just looks at you and shrugs.

“I’ve got nothing.”

“Nothing? You spend so much time with Shadowheart and Wyll! Dammon I’d maybe understand being out of the running but what the hell man!”

“I know, I know,” Karlach sighs, “I mean you had Gale and Halsin up your ass- why Astarion?”

You are almost frozen by her question. Why does everyone but you notice when people fancy you?

Why did you choose Astarion? You know the answer, but you also don’t know how to phrase it without sounding like an emotionally clingy weirdo.

“Um well,” you cough awkwardly, “I guess I just really like who he is as a person. I think he’s really funny, intelligent, and whether he wants to admit it or not- he is kind, in his own way.”

You neglect to tell Karlach about the Gnome. You have a feeling she won’t love that whole mess.

“The first night we hung out and just talked was… it was like when I met Tessa for the first time. It was an instant- oh no I’d do anything for this person.”

You hug your knees and put your chin on them. You scrunch up your face and avoid her face.

“You look rather upset for someone who is horribly smitten.”

“I’m not upset- it’s just weird… feeling this way again,” you sigh heavily, “I really am a walking death trap though-specifically where lovers go to die. I probably should end it, right? To keep him safe?”

“I would let him make that decision if you are so worried about it,” Karlach waves her hands at you dismissively, “you like him-I believe he likes you. Fangs can make his own choices- we all know the risk of traveling with you as you know the risk of traveling with us.”

“That’s a good point.”

“Of course it is! I’m a genius!”

You roll your eyes, “So who’s it gonna be Karlach?”

“DAMMIT!”

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The trek back to camp isn’t a long one, but you are ready to be in- well- a bed roll?

Astarion has found every excuse in the book to have you come and stay in his tent with him- except for just flat out asking you. It makes you quite giddy regardless.

One night he had even resorted to using the excuse that he needed your assistance and guidance in sharpening his throwing knives. You know what didn’t happen? Sharpening throwing knives.

The two of you had ended up tangled in each other’s embrace and talking until you eventually fell asleep. You woke up the next morning (entirely too early, the sun was barely rising) with him curled around you sleeping. You decided to go back to sleep- you weren’t ready to start your day. You’d rather stay here with Astarion.

You walk back to camp with a slight skip in your step- wondering if Astarion will want you to sleep in his tent with him again tonight. It had been a little less than a week since you had begun backtracking to the Underdark entrance and he had sought you out every night. You really REALLY hope he continues this trend.

Karlach is talking to you about the pros and cons of each partner- still entirely undecided- when you both hear a bone chilling cackle come from a tree in front of you. You both stop in your tracks immediately- Karlach reaches for the small blade she brought with her and you prepare your hidden daggers.

“Well if it isn’t good ole Corpse Eyes,” the mysterious woman says, “we thought you’d finally disappeared for good. Suppose we were wrong.”

You recognize the voice immediately as your fellow guild mate- Rinara. The two of you couldn’t stand each other. She wanted Dahlia to lavish her in all the attention and training she gave you- you just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

Rinara felt like you were a, “selfish fucking brat,” and had taken to calling you ‘Corpse Eyes’ because you had been entirely empty, rigid, and lifeless up until the last year. You were no better than a walking, mindless zombie to her.

Rinara steps around the corner and it takes every last bit of restraint you have not to let the horror show on your face.

Rinara was once a beautiful, almond haired half High Elf with a strong, healthy body. Now? Her skin is the color of Ash, her eyes are bloodlust red, her hair is coming out in clumps on her head, and her skin is peeling off like she has been sitting in an acid bath for a while now. Her left cheek is completely gone- revealing her teeth and gums.

“I was initially only here for the Spawn,” you feel your blood freeze as she smiles at you- all teeth and no light in her eyes, “but if Dahlia also had you…”

“You need to back the fuck off Rinara or-“

“Or what!? You’ll kill me?” She yells out hysterically, “I’m already fucking dead! You disappeared and so they sent fucking Dahlia to do your contract- a request from Obhark himself for the assassination of Lord Cazador Szarr.

“The woman struck a fucking deal with him- she’ll help get his prodigal son home and she’ll supply him with Deathbringers if she’ll be made his consort when he completes the ritual.

“I may not be able to control them,” she snarls, “but I do know that none of this would have happened if you hadn’t fucked off. This was supposed to be you! You are the one who should be tortured and violated! Not me! Not any of us!”

Huh, so your contract was to kill Cazador and because a Mindflayer kidnapped you- Dahlia took the contract and has gone rogue. How very convenient. This certainly tracks with the ridiculousness of the other circumstances you are dealing with. If it’s not devils, then it’s the Gith. If it’s not the gith- it’s some sadistic vampire. There is no winning in this group. Halsin is the only one that doesn’t seem to have an issue yet, but you are waiting for the other shoe to drop on that one.

That’s not important right now- knowing what the ritual is? That would be very valuable. You and Astarion have tried to figure out what the carvings into his back are and what they represent. You can read infernal so you know what it says, but it doesn’t make total sense.

Hoyc inferiu non iurare per igneu

Naec virba loquor

Eoai mundo muoat

This soul swears no oath by fire

Nor words does he speak

In the realm of death

You both has assumed it was just a way to prevent him from making contracts with devils to be free of Cazador, but now knowing there is a ‘ritual’ happening- you wonder if it’s an integral part of the ritual, the scars. If they are, then that means you are going to be doing some heavy duty bodyguard work- if Obarhk himself had requested it, then it must mean it’s not good.

Which also doesn’t surprise you given the circumstances.

“What ritual,” you say through clenched teeth.

Her smile is unsettling, “It’s a secret- all I know is that it’s going to make Master very very powerful.”

She looks at you with so much pain and anger. You are Dahlia’s favorite chew toy- you had been keeping her out of harm's way (unintentionally) this whole time and now that she has Dahlia’s attention- she seems to realize now why you didn’t want it in the first place.

Rinara looks borderline feral- you can see it now. Dahlia evidently doesn’t know how to complete the ritual or she used a different one entirely- that’s why Rinara is somewhere between a Deathbringer and a skeleton in the making. You bite back the bile as you watch a piece of her flesh roll off of her arms onto the ground below.

“She tricked all of us- requested every Assassins’ aid that was not a Deathbringer. Told us Obarkh is going to pick one of us for a special project based on our ‘performance,” she spits at the ground, “then she turned us into these things- only ten out of the hundred of us that went survived. Cazador’s blood and Dahlia’s black magic flows through my veins and I survived to tell the tale- I am rotting away. I wish I died.

“And now? I’m going to have a feast- at least I can enjoy one last full meal before I disappear completely,” she bares her canines at you, “I wonder how Half Drow tastes- maybe I should ask those pigs that ate your bitch mother.”

You don’t even have time to reply before Rinara is lunging at you and Karlach. You both deftly dodge the display of all consuming rage that Rinara throws into her movement.

Rinara has always been too blood thirsty to think logically during a fight and her recent transformation seems to have only made it worse- except now she’s stronger so she may be able to actually get some damage in- doubtful, but possible.

You and Karlach breakthrough the trees and you are barrelling towards camp. You are well-versed in unarmed hand to hand combat, but you can’t leave your life up to chance. You don’t know what Dahlia did to her, but it’s becoming clearer that it was not a Deathbringer ceremony that was performed. Her breathing behind you is ragged and rattling- the smell of her skin taints the air you breathe. She is here specifically for Astarion- you can’t afford to take any risk that could keep Rinara alive.

Everyone looks at you both in alarm as you grab your daggers from outside Lae’zel’s tent (she had offered to sharpen them and basically refused to let you say no). Karlach grabs her axe and yells frantically about some zombie woman who wants Astarion, but hates you and now she wants to consume you before taking Astarion back to Cazador. Oh and Dahlia is in on it too because apparently your disappearance had really caused some issues with a contract regarding killing the Vampire Lord.

You barely see the footsteps of the invisible person running up to you in time to dodge and you hear the scream of frustration rip through the air.

You make a wild guess regarding her location and throw a knife while she screams and cusses at you.

“I’ve been waiting to rip you piece by FUCKING piece since I met -“ she is cut off by a screech and revealing herself to your companions.

You had most definitely hit her- your blade stuck in her left eyeball. Rinara looks at you- significantly more pissed off than she was even a moment before-, rips out her eyeball using the throwing knife, discards it, and begins circling you.

Rinara is not bright and she lacks impulse control. She can remain in control for maybe only four or five minutes at a time- which would explain why hearing your voice is probably what set her off Astarion’s path. The chase bought you more time since Rinara loves a good hunt- you are almost positive you can break her down quickly and because she’ll be chasing a high, she’ll make stupid mistakes. Rinara also loves to talk and taunt her targets which infuriates you, but at least it’s a full proof trap for her.

“You don’t always need to be stronger than your opponents,” Dahlia says as she watches you get the shit kicked out of you by a hired mercenary, “you just need to be faster, smarter, and calm- let them dig their own grave.”

Your companions are clambering for their weapons and you send out a “don’t move” message telepathically. Astarion protests hit your brain like a wave- all you feel is fear. You tell him to trust you and you allow him to be privy to your thoughts and actions. You know exactly how quickly this will end after your next words and you don’t need her getting spooked.

“You know, Rinara, I’m not surprised Dahlia tricked you or that you were dense enough to drink Cazador’s blood- it certainly wouldn’t be the dumbest thing you’ve fallen for,” you smile at her, “I might actually feel sorry for you this time.”

You see your companions all staring at you as Rinara’s footsteps end just to the right of their line of sight. You can feel Astarion’s gaze burning into you and you have to focus hard on disconnecting. Embarrassment will not be helpful.

“What did you just say to me, you little wretch?”

“Oh sorry,” you clear your throat, “I SAID- I THINK YOU ARE REALLY REALLY FUCKING DUMB AND I’M NOT SURPRISED YOU GOT DOOPED.”

The sound of Astarion’s laughter fills your head- you fight to stop the smile that is threatening to cross your lips. The rage bristling off of her is so wonderful. You feel a dopamine rush over the way her teeth are chattering in anger, the way her eyes are paranoid and unfocused as she looks at you. You have gotten under her skin and now it’s your turn to be the predator.

“I’m going to enjoy bringing your skeleton back to Dahlia after I pick you clean,” she roars, “I’m going to enjoy watching that stupid Spawn finally fulfill his-“

“Do you ever shut up or ?” You ask, snorts and laughter coming from your companions, “I feel like I left that at a really good spot and we should just move forward or whatever?”

Oh the look of embarrassment, shame, and fury on her face- how you wish Lucia could have seen it. She could not stand Rinara and the way her face twists with the sour emotions is a wonderful sight to behold.

“I’ve changed my mind. I won’t eat you, I’ll just bring you back to Dahlia like the fucking disobedient thing you are! You” she spits, “are nothing, but a walking Corpse. You should have stayed dead- I liked you better that way. If Dahlia can do it once- I’m sure she’ll love doing it again. You’ll be tolerable and compliant soon enough.”

The cackle that leaves your lips surprises you.

“You always have been so fucking stupid, Rinara,” you hiss, “if you want Dahlia to love you so fucking bad you can have her. The price of her ‘love’ is hardly worth it- the woman is madder than that weird old guy next to brothel on 8th.”

“YOU ARE UNGRATEFUL!” Rinara screeches, “I WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON!”

You could not roll your eyes further back into your head. It should be easier to leave the Nightmasks. The idiocy is putting years on your immortal life.

“Doubtful, but you are welcome to try.”

Rinara lunges fast, but you are definitely faster. You imagine having intact skin helps. Rinara is hitting you with attack after attack and you just focus on dodging, getting in close for a quick hit, then back to dodging. She is the one dying, not you- let her do all the hard work.

Whatever spell Dahlia used did not promote Stamina or basic hygiene- unfortunately. Rinara is breathing hard and is already losing power in her hits.

This goes on for a couple minutes before Rinara does what she always does- lifting up her back foot ever so slightly so that she can extend her blade farther. You don’t know how many times you have to trip her for this mistake before she realizes she’s her own worst enemy.

You move out of the way and use her momentum- with a swift kick of your foot- Rinara went skidding across the dirt. Her blade is stuck in the ground near you almost perfectly upright. You walk over to it and you push it even further into the ground then stand directly in front of it, cutting off her line of sight to it.

“If you want your cheap ass sword back- come get it.”

It’s actually a very expensive sword and Rinara is very very defensive about it.

“YOU-“

Rinara doesn’t even allow herself to finish her sentence before she flings a massive bolt of lightning your way. Your companions are screaming as you run towards the lightning, but you know what you are doing. You dive just below the electric crackling in the air and roll back onto your feet. You watch as Rinara turns to you before she catches the blue bolt coming back towards her.

You didn’t always like to use your enemies weapons for their intended purposes, but when in need of a reflective surface- you can never go wrong with a sword.

Rinara goes flying towards the campfire- the smell of rotting burnt flesh fills your nose as she cries out in pain with every spark of lightning that jolts through her.

You take your time to walk back to the campfire, walking over with her sword in hand, and look through your pack- of course you left your Holy Water at home. At least you have wine- you pop it open and begin to drink. Rinara is still writhing on the ground and her flesh is even worse off than it was before. This really isn’t your favorite way to spend any evening- killing your formal frenemy because there is no rehabbing this version of her. It is all the worst of Rinara and then some.

You sigh heavily and walk over to her. You cock your head at her, leaning on her sword for support, and take another long sip of the wine. Rinara’s irritation is growing, but her body is practically in tatters now. She lashes out at you with clawed hands- you meet both of her wrists with her own sword- deftly cleaving them off her. The mortified scream that leaves Rinara’s mouth as she begins trying to back away from you. You smile at her with your vampiric stare- intensifying Rinara’s growing fear.

“Dahlia did a shit job training you. Didn’t she tell you the rules ? Use it and you lose it,” you take another swig.

“Hells Soldier!”

“Hey-“ you take an even bigger sip, “I’ve been waiting to take this one out back and put her out of her misery for five years. She’s obsessed with Dahlia of all fucking people and so she terrorizes me by interfering with my contracts! I will be enjoying my moment- thank you very much.”

“That’s not what I meant- you ‘use it, you lose it?’ That can’t possibly-“

You roll up your sleeves and the silence around the campfire is deafening as everyone stares- you should have probably not done that.

Blunt, deep lines around your wrist, old and faded into the skin. There are similar markings on your elbows right at your elbows.

“The reversal process involves blood magic and necromancy- if you were wondering. Oh and yes it does hurt, yes I have more, and no I won’t be talking about it.”

Rinara kicks you weakly- your shoulders slump. Is she serious right now? Consistency is key so off goes the foot. Rinara’s pained wailing echoes in the air.

One last giant swig and you feel less freaked out and embarrassed by your sudden onslaught of bravado. You hold out the bottle to Astarion who happily takes it and begins to drink from it- you can feel his eyes melting your skin and you are almost afraid to see the emotions in them.

You grab Rinara by the back of her collar and her wriggling barely stops you from being able to easily drag her along the forest floor all the way back to the river. Hopefully she’s close to the same concept as a vampire, but also Rinara can’t swim.

“Well my dumb friend,” you say with a snort, “this is where we part ways- permanently. I hope the fish like their dinner and you’ll stop talking so Goddamn much in fights during battles. This was way too much work for how fucking weak you are.”

Rinara is screaming and kicking. You let her go and walk about five feet in front of her- putting her between yourself and the river. You wave and smile like you are saying goodbye to a loved relative- followed with a middle finger.

You use a simple Push cantrip and watch with a sort of sick satisfaction as Rinara begins to burn up, steam coming up from the water as she is dragged away by the current.

“Well Roo, I would say that may be some of your finest work yet,” you say, giving yourself a pat on the back.

You turn around and see all of your companions. You suddenly feel ill and self-conscious. Wyll looks slightly horrified, Halsin is just unreadable, Karlach is giving you a thumbs up like it’s your first day of school, Shadowheart is nodding her head impressed, Gale is shocked, and Lae’zel is slowly clapping.

Astarion though? He’s looking at you with a mixture of gratitude, warmth, and pride. You try your best to avoid his gaze as you put your hand on your hip and lift an eyebrow at them. You might actually keel over from adoration if you look at him.

“What are you guys even doing? Good Gods you people are far too supportive and clingy,” you say trying to hide your smile and then look at Gale, “don’t you have something cooking?”

“SHIT!”

All of your companions turn around to leave, but Astarion begins to walk towards you and you feel like your heart might explode in your chest. You see Karlach celebrate behind him- giving you a thumbs up again and you shake your head at her.

You just fought a woman and barely broke a sweat, but the minute he even looks at you- you feel like your whole body is on fire. Strong hands, grab you by the hips and pull you into his chest before he then moves them to your face. Astarion cups your face in his hands and is looking in your eyes.

“You are a sight to behold, Darling,” he says breathlessly, “that was the most beautiful display of violence I’ve ever seen.”

“ I- uh,” you choke back the surprise, “just another day… on the job?”

“Oh well, let me thank you for your wonderful work then.”

“You don’t need to-“

Astarion presses his lips to yours and swallows up the words you were going to say. The kiss is rough, but slow and needy- hungry even. It makes you feel like he is yearning for you- worshiping you in a temple.

When you pull back for air, you see how his eyes are blown wide with lust and another emotion you can’t quite decipher- it’s positive, but also a little fearful.

“Stay with me?” He asks, his voice uncharacteristically shy, “in my tent?”

“Tonight?”

“Yes,” he pauses before saying quietly, “and every night after that too- if you want.”

You let a huge smile spread across your face and his nervous expression appears to melt away almost instantly. You step back from him and curtsy.

“I, a simple camp urchin, would be honored to stay in your tent with you, Lord Acunin,” you say teasingly.

Astarion rolls his eyes with a lopsided smile, but puts his arm out to you. You loop your arm through his as if you are two normal nobles courting each other.

“First we must feed you, my Lady,” Astarion states in an overly proper tone, you giggle and you see the corners of his mouth twitch further at the sound, “I must make sure my lover is well taken care of after all.”

You are hot from head to toe and Astarion absolutely has to notice. If he does, he doesn’t say anything, but you hope he hears how alive he makes your heart sound.

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“Never have I ever…” Gale says, “worked for a Devil.”

Astarion watches as Karlach and Wyll begrudgingly take a large sip of their choice of liquor. You are leaning your head on Astarion’s shoulder- the alcohol making you slightly more affectionate in public. Astarion would be lying if he said it didn’t give him a thrill to be this close to you- even if PDA might not be his thing.

“Never have I ever- been a vampire,” Karlach says slyly.

Both you and Astarion grumble- taking a shot.

“Never have I ever,” Shadowheart says, tapping her finger on her knee , “lit a building on fire.”

Every single one of you but Halsin takes a shot. Shadowheart giggles and then also takes a shot.

“Shadowheart,” Karlach says and looks at her with confusion, “you aren’t supposed to drink if you haven’t done it?”

“Oh no- I have,” Shadowheart slurs, “I just wanted another shot and couldn’t think of anything else.”

Karlach begins to chastise Shadowheart playfully- commenting on how she is already way too messed up and Shadowheart saying, “I am a CLERIC I can cure my own hangovers!”

Everybody chuckles and returns to the game- it’s Wyll’s turn. Wyll regards you and cocks an eyebrow.

“Hmmmmm…. Never have I ever killed a Liche.”

You snort and take a shot.

“NO!” Wyll exclaims, “I thought I had you that time.”

“Mhmmmmm,” you hum in acknowledgement, “I think I was- 15?”

Wyll is sitting on the edge of his seat- actually everyone is. Astarion watches you squirm in recognization that everyone wants to hear your story.

“Oh it was just a complete accident,” you say with a fake enthusiasm, “I was exploring a nearby temple during a contract and just happened to run into one.”

Everyone bought the story- Wyll comments that you have terrible luck which you laugh at. He has no idea.

Astarion already knows this story- Dahlia had dragged your halfway dead body all the way into an abandoned castle off the coast of the Sea of Stars, resurrected you, and then shackled your feet and hands together. She later hid the key for the shackles somewhere in the castle for you to find.

It was an exercise- a sadistic one. You had pissed her off the night before because you had refused to let you cut your hair. She had cut it all off, every last inch, after she had beaten you into submission by quite literally killing you. This was the second part of your punishment.

She told you that there is a Lich hiding in the castle and her expectations of you were high- you are not to receive even a single scratch and the Lich needed to be dead. The punishment for not meeting these expectations? You would go without eating for a week and you would be locked away in the basement- not allowed to leave or see Tessa. You killed the lich, but you were horrifically mauled in the process because you couldn’t find the key. It was a long week in that dark, cold, horrible basement. Dahlia had also hired Abdirak to reinforce how horribly you fucked up.

Astarion absentmindedly puts his hand on yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze- trying to disrupt the spiral you’re evidently about to go into. You look over at him and Astarion feels like he could melt. You look at him with so much gratitude and as if he is the most important person who has ever walked this earth. Gods he has really really fucked up his plan.

The game has continued to go on without the two of you and suddenly everyone is staring at you both.

“Did you both not hear the question?” Karlach snorts while wiggling her eyebrows.

You both look at each other and you laugh awkwardly before turning back to Karlach.

“Repeat?”

“Never have I ever felt romantically towards any form of vampire,” Wyll states, “Gale, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart have had their shots already- so now we are just waiting on you two.”

Astarion doesn’t even have to think about it- which could partially be because of how intoxicated he currently is- obviously he is taking a shot.

He pours some more alcohol in yours and his glasses- then looks at you. This is about when his drunk mind realizes that he is basically stating, “I like you, but do you like me?” With his actions and that there is still the possibility that you could reject him. He did fling a Gnome you were trying to save into the air today- not the most attractive thing a person can do. (It was kind of worth it though).

“Cheers?” He says with a smirk on his face- hoping his eyes don’t reflect how nervous he feels.

You squint your eyes at him playfully before clinking the glass, “Cheers.”

Karlach claps her hands excitedly and Wyll’s eyes are sparkling while he looks at her. Shadowheart also smiles widely at the display of support.

You and Astarion have been speculating who Karlach is going to end up with for days now- Dammon is still a possibility, but you both have decided that it’s least likely. Astarion thinks Shadowheart and you think it will be Wyll. There’s 100 gold on the line for whoever wins. If it ends up being Dammon though? Well you will both drink and commiserate together about how blind you had both been.

It’s your turn now and you look directly at Astarion, he isn’t sure how he feels about the mischievous glint in your eyes. Then you say your sentence out loud and he feels a laugh bubble up from his lungs.

“Never have I ever flung a Deep Gnome from a windmill.”

Astarion falls off the log- laughing just as hard as he had done earlier- as you regale the group with the story. Gods it had been such a wonderful experience- the look on your face had been priceless. He also silently appreciated that you were far more impressed with his loophole than upset about his actions.

The goodies of the group castigate him, but they are all laughing equally as hard as the both of you are. You paint a very vivid picture using hand gestures and words that Astarion has been teaching you in common to describe things. He relishes in how lovely and lively you are- Alcohol is such a wonderful thing. He can just enjoy you without that horrible nagging in his head that even being involved with you anymore is a bad idea.

When Astarion finally finishes laughing- he happily takes another shot.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x you #bg3 spoilers #astarion romance #astarion x tav #bg3 #karlach #astarion ancunin #vampire #Halsin #Wyll #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep

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mqsi · 1 year

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Hi, could you do where Barça calls the reader, Pedri's girlfriend, to participate in a video with him (like that video with Pedri and Ansu where you only have 7 seconds to respond) I would like something funny and cute, please . Thanks

Hii, I hope I did a good job with this, it was kinda tricky to write🫶🏻

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You just got back home from Uni and was waiting for Pedri to arrive so you can have lunch together. He soon walked in the living room, greeting you with a kiss and a wide smile.

“Is there a reason you’re so happy?”

“Yep, you’re going to Camp Nou tomorrow with me so we can film a video”

“What?” you asked, a bit confused by this statement.

“The team wants you to be in one of those videos Barca posts on youtube”You were excited but nervous as well because you didn’t know what to expect from this.

Tomorrow morning, Pedri and you drove to Camp Nou where a film crew and some other players met with you. You greeted everyone with a smile before being seated on one of the high chairs. Pedri sat beside you and it seemed as only the two of you will be in this video.

“Alright, we are doing never have I ever today” one of Barca crew members said.

You glanced at Pedri who was biting his lip and waiting for further instructions.

“I will read questions and you each have to answer. You’ll count on your fingers and the first who puts down all of them, loses”

You both nodded and the game started.

“Never have I ever used someone else’s toothbrush”

You made a face “Omg no” and turned to Pedri but he was looking at you and trying to suppress a smile. You watched him slowly put down one finger.

“Pedro, what?”

“IT WAS YOURS” he yelled and you turned to the camera with your mouth wide open.

“We were on vacation and I forgot my toothbrush so I used yours until I bought the new one next morning” he admitted and you just sighed “next”.

“Never have I ever lied about kissing someone”

You looked down at your feet and put a finger down, avoiding Pedri’s eyes.

“Why and who” he said laughing.

“You” you said turning to him, a slight blush covering your face. Pedri was smiling at you with his eyebrows raised.

“After our second date I told one of my friends that you kissed me cause she was telling me we’re not gonna end up together cause you were taking too long with the kiss”

“I was just shy!” Pedri defended himself “Alright enough of that, next”

“Never have I ever not worn underwear on a night out”

This one was done without any words, just you putting down a finger and Pedri side eyeing you, both of you knowing damn well how that night ended.

“Never have I ever forgotten where I parked my car”

Pedri put down a finger almost immediately, shaking his head left and right and you started laughing at the memory

“It was our vacation and we were searching for the Mini EVERYWHERE. It ended up being on a totally different end of the place. I guess this counts me in as well” you said, placing down a finger. The game went on quite long before you both came down to just one finger.

“Okay, last question, this one decides the winner. Never have I ever gone nude in public”

You shook your head no but Pedri yelled at the crew “NOT FAIR, that was intentional!”

Other boys that were watching this behind the camera started laughing hysterically.

You turned to your boyfriend “Pedro, is there something you need to tell me?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell her bro” Gavi yelled from behind the camera and Pedri sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Gavi and I made a bet one time about some goals I don’t even remember now. I lost and.. well had to run in the middle of the pitch here, naked. The whole team saw that INCLUDING Xavi”

By the time he finished the story, everyone including you was laughing and making fun of Pedri.

“Well, that makes me the winner” you said, celebrating the win with Pedri’s goal scoring celebration and kissing him on the cheek.

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ayunakatsukiwolfhashira · 4 months

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𝐔𝐃𝐌𝐓𝐏 𝐀𝐔 𝐌𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

ℛℰ𝒬𝒰ℰ𝒮𝒯ℰ𝒟

Recently, Muzan has been sleeping in the most random places. When it first happened, the Upper Moons were terrified that he was injured because who sleeps in a cabinet on their free will? Muzan does, after that incident, he was found sleeping under the tables, in the pantry, and even on top of the fridge!

𝐃𝐚𝐤𝐢

At first, she was alarmed and worried since she thought Muzan was scared of something or was injured.

Once she found out that he would just fall asleep when he was sleeping no matter where he was, she thought it was the most adorable thing in the world

Whenever she found him sleeping somewhere random, she would smile so much and watch over him in case someone (*cough cough* Doma) would disturb his sleep

She would attempt to sleep in random places with him but it was uncomfortable no matter what she did

𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨

He was concerned when he just saw Muzan under the table not moving, he thought he was dead at first but felt extremely relieved when he found out that Muzan just sleeps anywhere

He thought it was odd but never judged him since it wasn’t hurting anyone plus it made Muzan happy

Whenever Gyutaro saw Muzan sleeping somewhere peculiar, he would just shrug and walk off

When he saw Daki try to sleep in the random places with Muzan, he thought it was adorable and felt like he was also Muzan’s older brother

𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨

He was shocked and frightened from the sight of Muzan in the sink not moving, millions of different scenarios raced through his mind and he did not know what to do

He was super thankful when he learned that Muzan was just sleeping in the sink and not a rotting corpse

He thought this habit of his was amusing and would make art projects inspired by Muzan’s sleeping habits

Gyokko began comparing Muzan’s behavior to a cat and it warmed his heart even more

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮

HE. WOULD. FLIP. OUT. He thought he was dead and immediately began panicking and bawling his eyes out until Muzan woke up.

He would have a heart attack every single time he saw Muzan sleep in some random spot like on top of the fridge, no matter how many times it happened, he thought he was dead every single time.

The other Upper Moons would have to make sure Hantengu was not in the same place Muzan was because they did not want to hear him have another mental breakdown or wake up Muzan

Every time he turned a corner, he prayed to whatever god he believed in that he would not see Muzan sleeping somewhere because he knew he was going to have another heart attack

𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐞

She was intrigued by Muzan’s behavior since she’s never seen anyone being comfortable enough to fall asleep in places such as the pantry.

She would let a small smile appear whenever she caught sight of Muzan sleeping somewhere odd, she thought it was a childish yet innocent act.

She would also watch over him and would teleport him somewhere else if something threatened to disturb his sleep

Muzan’s new habit caused Nakime to become more protective over him because she saw how vulnerable he could be

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚

He was hella confused and angry? The second he saw Muzan on top of the fridge, he immediately began to blame Doma because he thought he did something to Muzan

Even when Akaza found out that it was just something Muzan did, Akaza still shot nasty glares at Doma

Whenever Muzan slept somewhere, Akaza would stand guard and the second he saw Doma, he would charge at him full speed

Akaza would kill pretty much anyone who dared to disturb or mock Muzan’s sleeping habits

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚

He thought it was adorable and when he went to go sleep next to Muzan under the table, Akaza would yank him back and drag him away

Doma never even got the chance to go near Muzan when he was sleeping because Akaza would chase after him

Doma eventually thought of this as a funny game and would purposely make Akaza chase him while he laughed

Doma laughed hysterically when Akaza yelled curses at him or tried to shove him, Doma thought of this as a fun way to get to know each other while Akaza was out to kill him

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨

Kokoshibo would silently have a panic attack but immediately calmed down when he learned that it was a habit of Muzan

Kokoshibo would make sure that the area was well cleaned before Muzan slept there, he didn’t want to risk Muzan getting sick or an infection

Kokoshibo would have to be the one to stop Doma and Akaza from running around since all their noises could wake up Muzan

Kokoshibo became the father figure for Muzan, Doma and Akaza since he would have to take care of them and discipline Doma and Akaza if they woke up Muzan

#kimetsu no yaiba #feel free to ask questions #requests open #request #daki #gyutaro #gyokko #hantengu #nakime #akaza #doma #kokoshibo #muzan

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captain-mj · 1 year

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I want the zombie roach AU we discussed.

I am holding your femur hostage.

This is exactly what I'm talking about. Steal my bones guys

Ghost remembered the exact moment he knew Roach had died. He woke up in the hospital, still nursing a bullet wound, with luckily only scant burns. Pain had followed him in a straight shot through his body, an overwhelming sensation.

Price had come in. Or maybe he had been in there a while and Ghost had just now noticed.

But Price hadn't looked happy to see him. He looked like he had been crying and Ghost knew immediately what it was. Ghost didn’t want to ask. He wanted to bury himself in those pillows and never ever know the truth. That way, he could pretend. Pretend Roach was alive and well and somewhere else.

But Simon couldn’t put things away that easily.

"Roach..." His voice sounded shot. Hoarse and harsh. Probably rubbed raw from smoke inhalation. It made him stutter and fall over his words, something he thought he had gotten over as a child. They wouldn’t leave his throat, but he managed to say the name and from Price’s expression, it was more than enough.

"He's gone, Simon. We found his body along with his dog tags." Price sank to his level since Ghost was still laying down. “Burned in the same fire that almost took you.”

"How do you know... Maybe Shepherd just..." The look on Price's face made Ghost trail off.

"I took off his mask, Simon. It was him. I'm sorry, but he's gone." Price was gentle with him. So gentle. It was more than he deserved. He let him die.

"Ah..." Ghost needed to lay down. Maybe forever. He felt Price's hand on his shoulder but it was distant.

"Rest, Ghost. You're hurt."

"Can you get Johnny for me?"

"Yeah… I can get Soap for you. He already knows. Been helping me with arrangements." Price left and it was agonizing wait until Soap came. He sat next to him on the bed, gently tracing the new burns on his body.

Ghost didn't cry. He physically couldn't thanks to some injuries to his face, along with a lot of psychological stuff. But he felt it regardless. A burning behind his eyes and along his nose. He leaned heavily into Soap, into his lifeline.

Soap had clearly been crying. His eyes rimmed with red and there were small tear tracks down his face. But for Simon, he still held it together, not wanting to lose him to Ghost due to grief.

"I really am so sorry."

Ghost felt shaken. The idea of Roach.

His Roach.

Gone.

He hid his face in Soap's face and shook hysterically. Soap hugged him close to him, petting his hair.

"I know. I know." Johnny held him. "They think it was fast. He would've been dead before the.. the fire..."

"How bad is his body?"

"You're not going to want to see it." Soap told him gently. "I found it. And you're not going to want to see it."

Ghost continued to lay with Soap for a long time. But he knew already that he wasn't going to let Roach go this easily.

He would do something. Anything.

Ghost was discharged two weeks later. It was excruciatingly long. He counted the days slowly.

His bullet wound healed in 10 days. The perfect, typical timeline of a bullet wound. It almost made him sick.

One of the nurses offhandedly mentioned how lucky he was. That the burns were healing so well, stitching themselves back so easily. And that he avoided third degree burns. She seemed so surprised by it.

Ghost bit back a harsh word about how his gear was there to prevent those wounds or maybe a sharp retort about how having his Roach die was not by any means lucky.

His…

So he did the only thing he knew how to do.

Ghost went to a bar and started drinking. He made sure Soap and Price didn’t see him because he knew they would want to stop him and he wanted to put himself in a fucking coma. Maybe he’d get alcohol poisoning and die. If he kept drinking, he could die by morning from it.

Death didn’t like him though. He knew it didn’t. If it did, he would’ve died in Vernon’s grave. Or in the scorpion’s cage. Or by his dad’s hands.

Instead, he had to keep living.

He downed the bourbon and stared at the screen that was playing above his head. He wasn’t actually sure what was playing, but he hoped that between his tattoos, his mask, his size and also the fact he was clearly busy, no one except the bartender would pay him any mind.

The bourbon burned. After a moment, he ordered a virgin pina colada. He made sure the stupid umbrella came with it and he pushed it to the empty seat next to him where Roach would sit. Roach didn’t drink. Ghost had no idea why.

Maybe he was a flirty drunk? Or he had bad experiences with it?

Ghost got another shot and downed it too. The burn went down his throat and he could feel it in his stomach.

Someone sat next to him.

“Waiting for someone?”

Ghost turned to the man sitting next to him. He was… hmm. Tall. Older looking. He had a face similar to Pedro Pascal, if a bit taller with blue eyes. More facial hair like he didn’t have time to clean it up.

Ghost had daddy issues. Never said he didn’t. And right now, he was all alone. He had been dancing around his feelings towards two of his sergeants but one was dead and the other was not here.

This guy was giving him attention and he was maybe a little too drunk. All the wrong things.

A one night stand might help where the alcohol was failing.

“Not anyone that’ll show up.”

“Really? Stood up on a date?”

“No. He’s dead.” Ghost downed the shot, noticing the guy take the straw in his mouth and drink. His dark eyes focused on him. Dark brown around pupils. Something about them made him feel uneasy. Weren’t they just blue?

“Ah. Shame. What’s his name?”

“Gary. Though I never used that. Always called him Roach.”

“Military?”

For a moment, Ghost felt a skittering paranoia before remembering his dog tags were out. Laying on his chest. They were slightly burned. He knew how to clean them. Or even just get a replacement. But he hadn’t. And he wouldn’t. It had burns just like him and Roach.

“Yeah. Military. You ever serve?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“Don’t. Don’t let anyone you know join if you can help it.”

“If you could leave, would you?”

“No. I don’t have anything else.” Even Soap, Johnny, Sergeant MacTavish, as much as Ghost romanticized the soft idea that he’d have him, was so intrinsically tied to the military. Roach had been as well, but Roach was more intrinsically tied with being dead now. If he left, he’d have nothing. No family. No home. No one to know. He’d start over and at the ripe age of 28, he couldn’t do that. Didn’t have the energy for it. “That’s what the military does. It’s like a toxic partner.”

“I see. So your buddy Roach. What would you do to get him back?”

“Fucked up question to ask a drunk person that’s grieving.”

“I know.” The man leaned in. He smelled weirdly sweet. An overwhelming, almost toxic sweet smell. Ghost remembered being in the coffin. He didn’t know why but the smell brought him back.

“What cologne are you wearing?” He mumbled.

That man smiled and Ghost’s vision grew a tad blurry. Shifting around like he was black out drunk and yeah he hadn’t been counting his shots but he was a big guy and he doubted however much he had drank would’ve been enough. “I’m not wearing cologne, Ghost. You’ve killed a lot of people haven’t you?”

“Try not to think about it.”

“Saved any?”

“That’s the hope. I like to think I’ve saved more than I’ve taken, but I don’t let the numbers keep me awake.”

“I’m going to ask again. What would you do to get him back?”

Ghost thought about it. “I don’t know what I wouldn’t do.”

“You should go visit him.”

“He’s in the morgue. They said I shouldn’t.” His vision was blurring more like they were filling with tears.

The doctor examined his face, looking at him with scrunched eyebrows. A surgical mask covered the bottom half of her face.

“You suffered some horrible injuries. How did you drag yourself across Mexico to get here?” Her accent was thick. Undeniably Texan.

“You’re safe now, sweetie? Okay?” He could see it. The pity. He hadn’t seen himself yet. He didn’t know how bad the scarring was. Simon was not aware that he had died in that desert. Not yet.

He smiled. And this time, Ghost noticed that he had a few too many teeth.

“Go visit him and tell him how you feel.”

“He’s dead.” Ghost bit out. “I don’t know what sick fuck you are, but he’s dead.”

“Is he? Have you seen his body? Do you trust everyone that much?”

Ghost trusted Price and Soap. He did. Didn’t he?

No. No, he did not.

Ghost was suddenly moving. He went to deck the guy but he was gone.

Somehow, he did find himself walking to the morgue. It was attached to the base. He didn’t know why. The army hospital was right next to it. That was probably why.

He found himself looking through the different metal cabinets. Trying to find him.

Roach looked unbearably tiny. If Ghost remembered correctly, they had embalmed him, but not held the funeral yet. They wanted Ghost to be up and at em before they did it. The embalming kept him from rotting. But it didn’t make him look alive.

He shouldn’t be exposed like this. The thin sheet over him wasn’t enough.

Ghost grabbed a trash can and threw up. He blamed it on the alcohol and not the scent of formaldehyde.

Crying was never something he wanted to do before. But he wanted to now. He wanted a way to get all of these stupid emotions out of his body.

There was a rustling. Probably one of the attendants finding him here. That was going to be an awkward explanation.

A hand on his shoulder made him finally look up. See the pale flesh of Roach’s arm. Even paler than normal thanks to the embalming fluid now running through his veins instead of blood.

His head tilted unnaturally and his eyes had a whitish tint to them, but it was clearing as he blinked.

Ghost felt like throwing up again, but there was nothing to throw up. He stood up slowly, towering over him. Roach blinked a few more times before smiling at him. The scars on his face tugged slightly with it, just like they always did.

“Roach?” Ghost said slowly.

Roach raised his hands, his fingers trembling. Simon. He signed it. Like most people who used sign language, he had a special sign for the closer people in his life. Ghost’s was the sign for ghost where instead of holding an F sign, he held an S. It was an odd thing, but it was so clearly Roach.

Ghost wrapped his arms around him. He felt so cold from the cabinet.

“Are you cold?”

Roach nodded. He was also very naked. He looked like he was made of glass.

“Let me get you to my room.” Ghost slid his jacket off and put it on him. He tugged it so it covered as much of Roach as possible. Hysterically, he worried he’d get a cold.

Ghost pulled him along gently. Roach followed him, looking up at him with shaking legs. His eyes get drooping like he was tired and Ghost didn’t even think before trying to lift him before stopping. Roach felt so heavy in his arms. Way, way heavier than normal.

Apparently the embalming process added some weight. He instead just ushered him faster and gently put him in his own bed. Ghost wondered what this was. If it was some cruel hallucination or delusion.

Roach made the sign for him to lay down and Ghost did without question. He pressed into him, his freezing body leeching warmth from Ghost. Ghost didn’t care. He’d freeze to death if it meant whatever this was would last longer.

At some point, he fell asleep.

Soap yelling woke him up. He sounded horrified at first before something shut him up.

Ghost reluctantly pulled himself together enough to open his eyes to look.

Roach was standing up. Dressed luckily. He had Soap’s face in his hands and Ghost couldn’t see his expression but judging by Soap’s it was a calming one.

“I saw you die. You died. You were…”

Roach made the sign for Soap. It was the regular sign for soap but he made the sign for J with his hands. Just like on Ghost, it worked like a charm.

Soap pulled him close, crying quietly. Ghost noticed that Roach was still pale and he reached over, feeling his skin. It felt wrong. Not as cold as before, but more of an ambient room temperature.

Roach shoved them both away and rushed off to Ghost’s bathroom. He could hear him hacking something up. The sound of liquid falling from his mouth.

“How.” Soap looked at him. “Being dead for a few minutes can destroy a person’s brain. A few hours? They’re wrecked. Resuscitation is almost pointless because its a miracle if they even start breathing let alone have a quality of life. He was dead two weeks. Two full weeks. And that’s just counting the time in the morgue. That’s not even considering that he was next to your unconscious ass for who knows how long.” He was speaking so clearly, suppressing his accent as if using Scotts would make Ghost not be able to understand him. Ghost already couldn’t understand him. He didn’t get the question.

“I don’t know. I just… went down there. And he woke up.”

“What did you do Ghost.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Ghost. This doesn’t… make sense. He was dead a while.”

“I know. I don’t get it either. But he’s awake.”

“We’re…” Soap ran his hands through his hair. “This is fucking insane.”

Ghost stood up and grabbed him. He cupped his face in his hands just like Roach did. This was madness. Mania to the goddamn extreme. He knew, deep down, that he shouldn’t be taking this so easily. But they were all alive. After two weeks of being confined to a hospital bed, forced to do nothing but think and think and think about the missing part of himself, he didn’t want to think anymore.

He had his pieces.

Ghost was whole again.

Simon kissed Johnny, not lifting his mask to do so. He could feel Johnny’s lips through it and that was enough. “We’ll figure it out.”

Johnny stared at him. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to crush Ghost. Or because he also wanted nothing more than to have everyone alive and kicking. “Okay. We’ll figure it out.”

Roach had laid awake the entire night. He didn’t feel like sleeping. In all honesty, he was very confused. One moment, he had been shooting at an enemy with Ghost. Then he was alone, somewhere very cold with a sheet over his face. It was even more confusing when he stood up and his body felt like he was wearing his gear even though he was naked. There was also this chill down to his goddamn bones.

Roach kept having to get up to cough up all the embalming fluid. When he left the bathroom, Soap and Ghost were there. He felt lighter now. Finally having rid himself of most of it. Under his skin, he could see the very start of pink as his body tried to make more blood to replace what was drained.

Ghost left the room. Soap sat with him, moving closer. Roach leaned into him, still so very cold. Soap wrapped his arms around him.

“What happened?”

Roach didn’t fucking know. He made the sign for the idiot and Soap laughed, though he was clearly tense.

“Sorry for asking.”

Ghost brought back food. Other than the bacon, Roach couldn’t really stomach it. He did drink down the tea Ghost brought him though. It felt so warm.

Ghost sat on his other side and it felt so nice. They felt so nice.

They smelled really, really nice.

Roach blinked. Huh. That was weird.

During the night, Soap stayed in Ghost’s room, which he thought was cute. He couldn’t fit in the bed so the two of them had a small disagreement over who would take the floor and who would take the bed. Roach tried to offer and they glared so hard into his soul he thought he’d drop dead again.

After an hour of watching the two of them sleep quietly, Ghost managed to argue that he had the bed the night before so Soap laid next to him, Roach got… impatient. He was too bored for this.

So he got up and went outside. The smell wasn’t helping. His own body had the horrible chemical smell that a shower hadn’t gotten rid of, but his…

What were they? Friends he guessed. His friends smelled divine. It made him so hungry. He knew the kitchen wouldn’t have anything worthwhile but his card had a lot of money on it, like his friends, he didn’t really use it for anything, mostly just hoarding it all for retirement.

Roach found a diner and after looking through the food, he settled on a steak. The waitress didn’t know sign so he had to point to it. Luckily, the waitress had a good head on her shoulders because she held up her hand and pointed to her fingers, saying the different doneness so he could just hold up the finger he wanted.

She was nice. Short and accommodating. She put the food in front of him and he had took his mask off to eat it. He had asked for medium rare, but it was very well done. He thought of complaining, but the idea of having to both get her to realize the mistake without being able to verbally explain along with bothering her was … He decided against it.

Roach bit into the steak, not bothering with a knife because it was getting on his nerves. He sank his teeth into it. The inside was red.

Roach was in the diner’s kitchen, holding someone’s arm. Their body laid out on the floor with several giant chunks missing.

The waitress laid just a few feet away. Her shirt had been ripped open and he could see the empty chest cavity where her torso should be.

After a moment of thinking, he kept eating. Finally, he felt warm. Their blood replacing his own. He didn’t feel so hungry.

Their lungs tasted bad. He ended up skipping over them and going to the muscles in his chest. They melted like butter.

He’d have to order his steaks bloody.

#cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #ghost x roach x soap #roach x soap #soapghost #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #roach x ghost #ghost x roach #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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What if I'd ask you out? - Mason Mount

Request: Maybe y/n is watching Mase training like watching him stretch and stuff (that recent video that you reposted 🤤) and she gets all flustered and one of the boys from chels catches her drooling and teases her about it!? Like they make sneaky comments and jokes when they’re around Mase and he catches on and starts to tease her a little ??? (Mase and y/n aren’t dating but there’s definitely something there and all the boys know it!). (@jessmountsmason hope you like it!)

Warning: none

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby

That training session was a tough one for the players, mainly due to the hot weather added to the routine the gaffer expected them to do, but you could say with certainty it was testing your self control and patience as well. Mason and Ben, whose you were closer to, invited you to watch their training ahead of the start of the season

The soft spot you had for Mason was something blatantly obvious to most people that knew both of you, maybe he was more discreet about it but you were in his mind quite often too...That man was so hot it was unbearable: how dared him standing there with his perfect face, that smile to die for, wiggling his peachy butt before you with no consideration at all? Not to talk about his thighs, you would've gladly rode them. It was unfair for a single human being to be that gorgeous.

On his part, he was happy to have you there watching him: your focused stare on him, accentuated by your frown, your forefinger lightly brushing over your lower lip, your back resting against the bench…God, you were so perfect to him.

The fact was that the bond between you was something silent, painfully silent, the only thing that would speak for it were your glances and your body language. Those little things were enough for the people around you to notice it and never miss a single occasion to tease you about that. Mason became a little sneaky tease himself as the guys always nudged him every time they caught you staring and drooling over him, as they did that time precisely.

"What's the matter?" Mason asked panting, drying some of the sweat off his neck and face with a terry towel.

"Y/N can't stop staring at your juicy butt"

You blushed immediately, experiencing a level of embarrassment you never thought could be humanly possible.

"I wasn't!"

"She said you're so flexible"

"I can teach you how to to be better at it"

All the boys went like "woah" at Mason's two-way joke, as if his jab was something that could declare his final win over you.

You scrunched your face at his line, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Work on more original pick up lines, Mount"

"You love my unoriginal pick up lines" He wiggled his eyebrows looking at you with a mischievous grin as he brought his water bottle closer to his lips to have a drink.

"And not only those!" Ben squealed, eliciting an hysterical laugh from all the boys there.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away.

"You're so childish, grow up!" You took your things and got up, intending to leave them.

"No Y/N, don't go!"

Mason called you, sounding rather desperate. His tone caused you to turn back to look at him.

The Chelsea midfielder realised then he got carried away a bit, as you were all staring at him. "I mean, if you go I'll lose my number one fan and the guys won't have anyone to make fun of"

Ben giggled, Reece rolled his eyes shaking his head and Conor chuckled mumbling something like "You two are unbelievable"

Hearing him so happy to have you there while doing the thing he loved the most, made you feel gratified as if you were somehow vital for him, your presence making his day better and improving his performance perhaps.

The hard thing now was not to show how good that made you feel or else they would have taken up with their jokes again. So you bit the inner side of your cheeks to stop the smile that was threatening to form on your lips and looked down before meeting Mason’s gaze.

“Well, since you sound quite needy I’ll stay”

Mason’s lips curved into a grin, a satisfied grin because he got what he wanted.

“Only because I sound needy? Not because you’re enjoying it?”

“Nah, I just feel sorry for you”

“So you’re taking pity on me?? That’s what you’re saying??”

“Kinda” It was your turn to grin, hitting Mason jokingly on his chest before going back to your seat.

Your eyes meeting spoke all the words you weren't brave enough to say out loud to each other, your tinted cheeks and his smile as a validation.

“Ok guys, gotta go now”

“Enjoy the show Y/N!” Reece shouted at you before resuming the training with his teammates.

“Fuck you, James!” You shouted back.

“Well, clearly not me as there’s someone else you’d really like to fuck” Ben went on with his dirty joke before Tuchel scolded them for their behaviour and language.

You blushed violently and so did Mason: it was all so embarrassing but so true at the same time, considering that you couldn’t stop fantasising about how amazing it would be sharing your life with him, even the most ordinary tasks, not afraid to give each other some cuddle or having him all to yourself at night.

“Guys, stop it please” Mason, visibly embarrassed,scratched the back of his head, wishing that theatrics would end right away.

"After all of this you should at least ask her out"

"Yeah mate, it's the least you could do!"

Mason shook his head and sprinted away, doing the running exercise Tuchel asked them to do: he'd have loved to ask you out but what if you would have said no? What if you got bored of him?

He had no idea you were dying for him to ask you on a date but the same fears were holding you back from making any plans with him.

When all the tension disappeared and all the other Chelsea guys were busy, Mason left the group and walked closer to you, determined to pop his question.

"Hey, I'm sorry for earlier, they can be so annoying sometimes…"

"It's fine, I know them now. They're annoying but they do no harm"

Mason giggled and took a seat next to you.

"But they're kinda right, I should ask you out"

"You don't have to just because they told you to"

"No, I mean, I'm not doing it because of them but they made me realise I have to do it and that I'm a crazy if I don't take the chance so I'd like to ask you if you're free tomorrow night"

You widened your eyes as your cheeks got flushed: he was really asking you out??

Your heart was doing somersaults and your stomach started churning.

"Ehm yeah I mean, why not?? It would be great"

"You don't have to say yes if you don't feel like it"

"I would be crazy not to take the chance, wouldn't I?" You two looked into each other's sparkling eyes with a knowing smirk as long as Mason broke the contact and got up from his seat.

"Well, I'll pick you up at 7 then…don't make me wait!"

"It's called being fashionably late!"

You couldn't stop smiling, one of your biggest dreams was finally coming true, all thanks to some dorks who couldn't stop making fun of you.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fluff #mason mount oneshots #mason mount imagines #chelsea #chelsea fc #chelsea imagines #england nt #england nt imagines #england nt fics #football imagines #football fics #football writing

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raayllum · 9 months

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so if/when runaan is uncoined, how do you think Callum and Ezran will prosses it? cause we know Ez definitely has some unresolved anger towards him, and Callum is very conflicted about Runaan. I'd just like your two cents on how they would interact at first, and possibly in the future.

*hoists up a 146k+ long fic* how much time you got?

[ Sidenote: granted, some of the fic is different than where it's gone in canon, largely Callum being 100% devoted in getting the parents back, but struggling hard with Runaan upon his de-coining significantly moreso than Ez, who in this version has had 4 years with his grief and 4 years of getting to know Ethari as well. But for being written in Jan 2020, not bad, I think. ]

In all seriousness: I think Ezran's lack of connection to Rayla's past (never been to the Silvergrove, never met Ethari) and his harsher reaction to Harrow's death, especially given Callum's automatic positive reaction to the coins in 5x04 (including Runaan!), means that they're gonna go for a contrast with the broyals. It seems that in his closeness with Zubeia, Ezran's heaped a lot of the blame onto Runaan (which makes sense on a certain level - Zubeia didn't know about Zym's survival, Runaan did and went through with shit anyway) because well... It's always gonna be easier to compartmentalize. It's always gonna be easier to just hate someone who's dead.

Until they're not.

I also think Runaan could be a catalyst for a lot of wonderfully messy 'uglier' Ezran emotions (resentment towards Callum and Rayla keeping something from him again; the burden of ruling he only has because of Runaan; impatience with people not willing to consider ending the Cycle, ironically leading him to perpetuate it a bit, etc etc) and god I am so fucking excited for that. And a bonus Harrow-Viren parallel conflict with Callum, generations wise? Chef's kiss. Delicious. Give it to me

To me, I don't think Callum is even really thinking about "this is the man that murdered my father" (which he did in Through the Moon during a brief argument with Rayla, and then realized he needed to give space for her grief, too) so much as "This is Rayla's dad and someone she loves."

In his short story Inheritance he couldn't even hold the bow without immediately freaking out, and we see it ignite a similar sort of panic in 5x01, but by the end of the episode he's brought the bow into his room to hold onto it for her and hands it to her outright. He's willing to mix his magic with it and trust it (and her wielding it) to defend him.

So for Callum I think he'll be snarkily done with Runaan if the man is unremorseful / hostile but not willing to or wanting to pick too many fights with him in front of Rayla. (I also have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Callum ultimately realizing that Runaan's eventual awkward form of parenting/looking out for him -- once Runaan's gotten over his anti-human shit -- does remind him of Harrow as a father, but that is delved into Much better slowburn wise in the fic linked above).

For Ezran, who's younger and has largely been bottling this anger up, I think he might be harsher and more resistant to undoing the coins, but might have an easier time once he can see and get to know Runaan as a person (because once that's clicked into place, Ezran's empathy knows little to no bounds) and well, Ez loves Rayla too! They're all family. It's just... complicated

That said the fact that my 2019 political trio theory has now structurally also come back to me is Hysterical and what I'm holding onto above all else tbh

#coin theory #broyals #brotp: we're in this together #tdp runaan #let ezran be messy #s5 spoilers #s6 speculation #thanks for asking #anonymous #fic: if time is money #tdp spoilers #the dragon prince #tdp

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Lover - Nick Bosa - Part 4 (spin-off of Sliding in the DMs)

Athena had her head in her hands as she sat up on the bed. Her head was killing her. Nick? He was in no better shape. He just sat there in a daze with no expression on his face. What could either of them say? Not at one point during the night and this morning did they consider practicing safe sex. That was 100% on them, regardless of booze being involved. They both knew that.

“So,” Nick started to say before pausing to clear his throat, “We need to make a trip to a nearby pharmacy to get a Plan B.” He looked over to her and waited for her to respond.

Athena lifted her head and looked at him with bloodshot eyes. She nodded in agreement.

Nick reached out and gripped her hand. “It’s going to be ok, Athena. Alright? We’ll be ok… I um.. I promise I’m clean.. This is an awkward conversation to have after the effect.. I can get my recent panel results sent over I got two months ago…” He rubbed his free hand on the back of his neck, “Fuck.. I’m so sorry. This is NOT how I planned for the week” He glanced over at her as she watched him with sad eyes. “I mean, I don’t regret the time we’re spending together and I’d be lying if I said I regretted the sex. I just regret not being more careful in the planning and now we’re in this predicament.” He admitted shyly. ‘I ruined all of this now. She probably thinks I’m a pig and a joke.’

Athena could see the struggle going on in his head and she squeezed his hand that was still holding her’s. “It’s not all on you, Nick. I played a part too.” She was sure she was going to cry again.

Nick went to say something else when his phone rang. He ignored it and looked back to her. “Let’s get dressed and go and get that Plan B. Then we’ll get some breakfast.” He stretched before getting out of bed.

Athena watched the naked expanse of his back as his muscles stretched with each movement he made. He was beautifully sculpted and she felt the familiar heat pooling in her nether regions.

Nick walked to her side and said, “Let’s go shower, princess.” As he scooped his hands under her and hoisted her bridal style in the air.

Athena squealed and giggled as she wrapped her arms around him, her cheeks bright red and showing under her faded makeup.

Nick sat her on the sink as he prepared the shower. He still hadn’t looked at his phone, but he knew whoever it was could leave a message or call back later. He was on vacation.

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Just before they headed out, Nick’s phone went off once more and he finally took a look at his missed calls. Three from his agent. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “Thena, I gotta take an important call. Give me like 20-30 minutes. It’s my agent I have to call back.”

Athena was picking up her clothes from around the room from last night. “Ok. I’ll be waiting in here when you get back in.”

He nodded and walked out of their suite, likely going to find a quiet and private spot to take his call.

She ok with waiting. Everything was fine. What difference did 30 minutes make? It was fine. Right?

“Oh my my god.” Athena felt the existential dread immediately return with Nick’s calming presence now out of the room. “Oh my god.”

She quickly found her phone and texted the one person she could rely on. Her sister.

Thena

I think I fucked up.

No. I know I fucked up.

She quickly dialed her sister’s number, but it rang through to her voicemail.

ARTEMIS ANSWER YOUR PHONE.

A few moments later…

What if i was fucking dead, bitch?

Five minutes later her phone rang and Arty’s face popped up to show her incoming call. Athena did not hesitate to answer.

“Finally!” she shouted. “Fucking-finally!”

“Ok, what, what? I couldn’t pick up because I was busy.” Arty defended.

“Busy? What busy getting your back blown out again?” Athena asked hysterically as she started to cry over the phone.

“Athena, are you ok?” Arty asked in alarm, ignoring the remark.

“No. No I’m not. I broke up with Teddy last week, I’ve been crying nonstop and decided to go to Napa.. and while in Napa I had unprotected sex three times with a guy while I was drunk. Oh my god, Arty.. If I get pregnant mom and dad will disown me!!”

She was hysterically sobbing.

“Woah, woah, woah! Wait-” Arty blinked in shock. “First of all, did he force you?”

Athena sniffled, “No, we ran into each other, I kind of know him already.. I was feeling just lonely and upset and he was trying to cheer me up. We drank like two bottles of wine.. And then made our way back to my hotel room at some point. I came onto him.” She admitted.

She was of course lying about half of that, but she didn’t want to admit to her sister that she was hooking up with the brother of Arty’s boyfriend. That would be a headache to explain.

“Did he leave after?” Arty asked.

“No, he stayed the night… And then... This morning we fucked again.” She admitted quietly.

“Sober?” Arty asked in shock. This wasn’t Athena’s usual way - this was more Arty’s style of stupidity - she wasn’t going to say that to her sister right now, however.

“Yeah... He was just so sweet and showed me attention. I didn’t feel like I had to force myself to get his attention like with Teddy... And he is super attractive, so the second we kissed after waking up... We fucked again.”

“And no fucking condom, Athena?” Arty asked in outrage.

“I know! I didn’t even think about it, neither did he! I mean, I’m on birth control, but I didn’t take it yet this morning when we fucked and I had so much alcohol last night.” She cried again.

“Is he there now?” Arty demanded.

“No.. he had to take a phone call and stepped out to speak with his boss.”

“Athena..”

“I know.” She said quietly back. “I’m sorry, Arty. Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not!” Arty said back. “I’m just worried about you. Why didn’t you tell me you broke up with fucking Teddy? That piece of shit!”

“Because you’ve been so happy with Joey, I didn’t want to ruin that.” She said.

Athena relied on Arty for strength. Her big sister was the one person she could turn to for help and guidance. Their upbringing was a tough one with an overbearing mother and a physically there, but emotionally absent father.

“Listen, go to a nearby pharmacy and speak to a pharmacist about getting a plan B and seeing if it is still within the time frame that it can be used. Then, get plenty of fluids and rest. Make sure you are eating too. Call me back after the pharmacy trip and let me know what they say. And if shit gets to be too much to handle, my ass will fucking be there.” She said seriously.

Athena sniffled and agreed. “Thanks, Art. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“You’d be going fucking insane and married to Freddy. Now get your ass in gear and call me afterward! Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.” Athena ended the call.

Athena wiped her eyes and breathed deeply a few times. Somehow she felt like she dug a bigger hole than intended just now. “Fuck,” she groaned as she closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa. “Why am I such a fuck up?”

A minute later Nick was returning through the door, stress clear on his face. “Hey, I’m sorry about that. My agent had an update on my contract extension. It’s just a huge headache.” He sighed as he offered Athena a hand to help her up.

Their trip to his rental car was quiet, both of them in their heads for different reasons. Nick was certain he fucked everything up with Athena. She probably thought he wanted sex from her and nothing more. That wasn’t true.

Athena was thinking about the fibs she told her sister and the effectiveness of the Plan B. Nick wasn’t anywhere in the high priority of her mind right now. As rude as that sounded, it was true. She wanted to get this preventative in her and back on her way to being in control once more of her life because right now? She felt powerless. There was little she had control over and Athena hated that feeling.

Nick had pulled up to a nearby Walgreens and Athena got out. He was about to follow her in when she stopped him. “Just in case anyone recognizes you, it would be better if you stayed in here, ok?” She tried to reason.

Nick frowned and was quiet for a moment, “Ok… will you at least let me pay for it? I’m responsible in this situation too, Thena.”

Athena frowned before nodding and reaching her hand out.

Nick pulled a crisp $50 bill out and handed it to you. “I’ll be out here waiting then.”

She nodded and walked into the pharmacy.

“Fuck.” Nick sighed as he rested his head back. It only took a day to fuck it up. “Good going, Nicholas.” He said bitterly to himself.

His phone rang suddenly and it was Joey’s number that flashed on his screen. He answered with a “yo,” expecting to hear his brother’s deep drawl in return. Instead, he got an irate woman.

“Nicholas Bosa, how fucking dare you?”

“Whoah, what?” He pulled the phone back to glance and make sure it was in fact Joey’s number that called him. “Who the hell am I speaking to on my brother’s phone?” He asked rudely in return.

“Just the older sister of the girl you’re hooking up with!” She spat angrily.

Nick blinked for a moment before his eyes suddenly widened. He was speaking with the infamous Artemis. Athena’s older sister. His brother’s girlfriend. “Not sure what your problem is, but can we hash this out another time? I am busy.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. Busy getting my sister drunk and having unprotected sex with her, knowing she’s emotionally vulnerable after a breakup with her fiance.”

Nick was not here for those accusations and he made known back to her. "I don't know where the fuck you got that info from, but that's not what is happening here. Just because you’re my brother’s girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m going to let you talk to me that way. Mind your own damn business."

He hung up his phone and tossed it in the cup holder next to him. “What the fuck?” He cursed loudly and smacked his hand on his steering wheel. He needed some aspirin and a nap at this point.

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Athena had taken the Plan B in the car and handed the rest of her water and protein bar to Nick, who was sitting stiffly in his seat next to her.

Nick eyed them up for a moment before taking them and muttering a quiet “thank you.”

They sat there for a while before Nick spoke up, “I had an interesting phone call while you were in the store.”

Athena raised her eyebrows and looked at him. “Ok?”

“My brother’s number rang through. Except it wasn’t him calling. It was your sister.” He stared at her, his face schooled and his eyes blank. “She apparently somehow knows I took you out here and thinks I’m using you for sex. Did you call her while I was speaking with my agent?”

Athena was shocked for a moment before she tried to stutter out a response. The words wouldn’t string together and she breathed deeply to stop and calm herself, “I did call her.” She admitted quietly. “But I swear I didn’t say you were taking advantage of me or anything. She came to that conclusion herself. I told her that I was worried because I wasn’t being responsible and had unprotected sex multiple times in the last 24 hours. I didn’t think she’d call you and react that way.”

“Well, she did and I got nasty back with her. I’m sorry, but just like I’ll tell Joey when he calls to bitch me out, I’m not going to let her talk to me like that.” Nick sighed, “Fuck. This is a mess. Let’s go get something to eat and spend the day relaxing. Both of us need it.”

Athena nodded. The pit in her stomach returned as did the darker thoughts once more. ‘You just can’t stop fucking things up, can you?’ She asked herself bitterly.

The car ride back was silent as Athena looked out the window at the passing miniature towns and farmland. If she wasn’t so hungover and miserable in that moment she would have been soaking in the beauties of Napa.

Nick was in his mind thinking about his handling of things. Arty’s words pissed him off and cut deep. He knew he slept around and had plenty of hookups between his last girlfriend and his pursuit of Athena. He was always careful with his actions after his disastrous relationship with his ex. Yet, he somehow fucked shit up in such a short time with Athena. He wanted to believe that she didn’t say negative things about him to her older sister, yet a part of his brain worried that he was just wasting her time in the end if that’s how she saw things.

The attraction was mutual. The affection and interest was there. He wanted to believe he wasn’t imagining that.

Yet Athena had just gotten out of a relationship - a long-term one that almost led to marriage. Was he just making a fool of himself in pursuing her?

He wasn’t certain. He just knew that he wasn’t in control of the situation and his emotions right now. That was a difficult pill to swallow.

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