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An Important Celebration
Astria for the longest of centuries had gone through a mass amount of war between countries and the times were turbulent.
The underworld, heavens and limbo were consumed by souls. Gods of all kind and alike fused and overworked during this time of pain. Watching their people drop like flies unable to do anything unless it were to interfere with fate.
But then peace was brought. On the 5th of April a peace treaty was brought up and all countries agreed for war to end and peace to begin.
After that it was decided that this great point in history should be celebrated. It starting off as a dinner slowly after years turning into one big ball, with great food from every where, royals, magics, gods and humans alike together celebrating.
Di and Ace are the first to get to the event. Ace squealing happily as he held Di's arm. They stepped in being greated by waiters, other magics and gods. Ace's eyes squealed as he saw his mum's, quickly waving at them before turning to Di. "You do your thing. I do mine. Okay?" He asked as Di nodded kissing his forehead before they walked their seperate ways.
"Nanay! Mama!" He squealed as he ran to the two and hugged them tight. Mama Sofia squealed as she hugged her son close to her squeezing him. "Oh mi hijo [my son]! You look so beautiful! Look at you." She said as she pushed hair away from his face looking him over with so much love.
"Mamaaaa! Please my makeup!" Ace whined as he pouted while Nanay Princess chuckled lightly.
"Ya~ Bebe~ I think Ace would like to keep his makeup intact till the end of the event. Sofia pouted but nodded.
"I'm sorry, it's just been so long.~" She grinned. "Are we meeting anyone new tonight?~" Ace blushed and swatted at her with a whine.
"Shushhhh." He sighs lightly. "I wish the little ones were here."
Sofia nodded as they started to have their conversation. While Ace was with his mums Di walked up to Zeus. He cleared his throat while the big bearded man turned. His face soften instantly as he saw Di. "Theo." He said softly as Di just nodded at him.
"Old man." He said as he straighted his suit jacket.
"How have you been? It's been so long." Zeus said as he went to go hug him. Di put a hand up stopping him.
"We're not there yet." He muttered as Zeus nodded his head understandingly starting up small talk between the two.
Jay and Set walked in arms linked as she sighed lightly rubbing her face. "I'm so glad we got here in one piece." She muttered while Set laughed.
"Come on it wasn't that bad.~"
"I almost fell into mud cause you decided to go chase a car-"
"In my defense it was asking for it." He said with a serious face while Jay looked unamused. "Come on~ We look good, family is here, free food~ Calm down everything is fine, you're overstressing yourself." Ari sighed but nodded her head as she looked at the three men.
"You three overgrown babies..." She looks at Anubis over before looking at Set and Loki. "You two overgrown babies have your canine and fang caps in?"
Loki gasps dramatically. "One I am not an overgrown baby." He fixed the bow in his hair, fixing their long hair. "Second, yes~" She showed off her fangs as he smiled proudly.
"I do too!" Set said as he showed his, Anubis nodding but keeping his mask on. He was the responsible one, he didn't need to prove anything.
"Okay...good. You all know where I'm going to be. You all just...don't make a scene-" She said as the three nodded and she walked over to her Dad and Brothers. "Hello~ Did you miss me?~" She asked with a laugh as she saw her two older brothers head's pop up.
"BABY SIS!" Santiago squealed as he shoved his plate of food into Ha-Yoon's arms. He squeezed her in a hug lifting her up from the ground. "Hello~ We miss you." Yoon grumbled as he placed the plate down and smiled at her. He pushed his older brother away and went to hug her.
"Ahh~ All is right with the world now that you're back with us." He mused before the three of them laughed. Their dad, Kim Dak-Ho, smiled at the three of them. Ari let go of her brothers before turning to her dad. He held his arms open for her and she laughed rushing into them.
"My beautiful princess is back home." Ari snorted as she squeezed him.
"More like with my three old bodyguards." She mused while he gasped dramatically.
"I'm not old~ I can still move it as if I was 19 again~" Her brothers cringed at him while Jay laughed her ass off at him, she missed this. They fell into natural conversation all stress leaving her as she enjoyed her time with her family.
Set and Anubis wave at Ari's family from afar as they walk to their own parents. Instantly Nephthys clinged to her two sons. "My boys! Oh, how handsome you two look." She fawned over the two as Set whined lightly and Anubis just snorted lightly.
Osiris laughed lightly as he held Nephthys arm. "My world, I think they're tired of getting fonded over. They aren't children anymore." She frowned lightly as she looked at the two.
"I know you're right but they grew up too fast." Her eyes watered as Set quickly went to hug her and Anubis rubbed her back lightly.
"We're still your babies mama." Set said softly as Anubis nodded silently whispering into her ear.
"Especially Set." That caused their mum to let out a watery laugh as Set narrowed his eyes at his older brother.
On the other side of the room Loki waltz over to Laufey, lightly tapping her shoulder. She turned around confused before letting out a loud gasp. "Oh my little baby of chaos!" She squealed as she hugged them close to her. "Oh how are you love? Everything okay? Works going alright?" Loki chuckled as she nodded her head at their mom.
"Yes ma, everything's alright.~" He looked around for a minute his mum frowning a bit knowing what he was looking for.
"H-He's busy...you know how your father is. He got-" Loki raised a hand, stopping her from making another excuse for his father. He gave her a strained smile.
"It's alright." He kissed her forehead stepping back. "I'm going to go bother Thor now. I'll be back before they start serving food." Their mum nodded sadly as she watched him stepped away.
As Loki walked over to Thor, Cupid and Eros walked in. "I can't believe you made me wear this stupid pink outfit-" He muttered softly as he looked himself over.
"Hey. Be glad I let you come shirtless-" Cupid muttered as he tucked his wings back before smiling big.
They both walked over to Aphrodite, Cupid lightly hip bumping her. "Hey sis~ How are you?~"
"A lot better before you came." She muttered as she drank from a champange flute. Cupid pouted as Eros laughed. "I'm not happy to see you either." Eros instantly deadpanned as she said that.
"Rude."
"Is this about the stain I left on your white designer dress..." Cupid asked with a raised eyebrow. Aphrodite scoffed and stomped her foot lightly.
"No! It's for leaving me with a pile of work! But that's also contributed to it!" The three of them started to bicker as Ares and Apollo made their entrance.
Apollo shined the whole room as he walked in holding onto Ares's arm. Literally he shined. "Um my light...you should tone it down a little." Ares said with a chuckle while Apollo pouted.
"Sorry..." He looked at Ares over with a slight whine. "Did you have to go with the velvet suit?"
"Hey! It's a time to celebrate, this is my favorite suit. Dad gave it to me~" Apollo nodded with a small smile as he smoothed out Ares's jacket.
"Alright, I'm heading to Artemis. You're going to talk to her?" Ares nodded his head as Apollo gave him a reassuring smile. "It'll go alright." He gave him a kiss to the hand before they went their own ways. Ares walked up to Hera cautiously as he cleared his throat.
"Hey mum." He said as the woman turned around. She instantly brightened up at seeing her son. She cupped her hands over his cheeks and smiled before speaking her own accent shining through.
"Oh my baby..." She said softly before looking over his outfit. She gave him a watery smile. "You're wearing it." He nodded as she sniffled and ran her hands over the suit. "Your dad would be so proud of you." She kissed his cheek as he sniffled lightly hugging her close to him.
"I wish he was here."
"I do too." She said softly as she rubbed his back lightly. Apollo looked at the two with a sad smile before walking to his sister.
"Hey my favorite twin~"
"I'm your only twin." She said with a riased brow while he whined.
"Listen, your my favorite either way!" He said with a pout while she rolled her eyes but smiled bringing him in for a hug. "Yeah. Yeah. You bonehead."
"You're so mean!" Artemes laughed as she kept teasing Apollo him whining.
Jooheon, Leo and Emilia all walk in together. Leo is holding Emilia's arm while Jooheon fixes his suit jacket. "Thanks for the ride Joo, owe you one." Jooheon smiled and nodded as Leo bounced lightly.
"You guys know where to meet me when we have to leave, right?" The two nodded as they all went their separate ways.
Jooheon walked to his parents with a smile, as the two smiled big and proud at him. "There's our big overworked and successful son.~" His mum teased as she hugged him tight. Joo yelped as he hugged his mum back with a small laugh.
"Mum's still got her strength I see." He joked while his dad laughed. He went to hug hum as his dad kissed his forhead.
"It's why I love her so much. A strong, independent and powerful woman.~" Haw just rolled her eyes as her husband, Kwan wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Yah~ We're in public you two~" He teased as the three of them laughed lightly.
Leo happily skipped over to his cousin as he ruffled her hair. "Ciao, mi bella, Bella~" He snorted as she gasped fixing her hair.
"How dare you! You're the worst cousin ever!" Gab, who had a mouth full of food snorted. Leo looked at him before shaking his head. He looked around before looking at Bella.
"Where's Nana?" He asked while she looked around herself.
"Oh shit- She better not be near the drinks!" She said as she rushed to look for her, Gab laughing and choking on his food while Leo rubbed his face with a deep sigh. This was going to be a long night.
Emilia's cousin ran up to her squealing and holding her tight as her uncle smiled at the two. "Hello to you too~" She said as she hugged her back before going to hug her uncle tightly.
"It's nice to see my girl all dressed up. We've missed you." She smiled softly at them.
"I've missed you both too. So much." She said softly as they fell into soft conversation.
The last to arrive at the part were Hades, Hel and Hecate. They all came together, being important guests as they were the rulers of the Underworld. People bowed at them as they walked in, Hel giggling and greeting everyone while Hecate kept her veil on, shyly waving at people. Hades had a straight facce as he just nodded at everyone who passed by.
"Alright, I'll be talking to the King and Council. You two alright by yourselves." Hel nodded her head happily as Hecate just shyly nodded. "Okay, you know where to call me if you need me." He held onto Maria's leash, the hellhound happily trotting along as she looked at the new enviornment.
As Hades walked off Hecate and Hel went to Pluto. "Hey Pluto! How you doing~" Hel said as Hecate stood next to her waving at the man with a small smile.
"Awe! If it isn't my two favorite girls!" He cooed as he hugged them and they fell into casual conversation.
This was a night to remember!
Good food, drinks and family and friends together.
Enjoy your visit.~
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Iām going to be toxic and salty for a second but I was thinking about how even though his event is stressful, itās not NEARLY as bad as last purgatory and then I did a meaningful glance at the severe lack of a specific team and specific teams stans this event
#I wonāt name names but everyone knows who Iām talking about letās be honest here#no hate to the chill fans (love you guys) but man some people took it too far#not tagging bc I value my life and would like to celebrate Christmas but after illl throw hands with people#also I know this one is shorter and different and yadda yadda but letās be real here#like if the most stressful bit of this is the quests then that says a lot#anyway#peace and love on planet earth#šš«¶š»šš«¶š»
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My beloved Madi, I'm sending this early in my timezone because I have to sleep but happy birthday!! I hope you don't feel obligated to post this, just want you to know I'm thinking about you and hoping that despite everything, you get lots and lots of kyeom sunshine filled hugs mwah
elv <33 thank u so much, how sweet of u to remember my birthday? š„ŗ hope you're alright, sending u lots of hugs and love back <3
#i hope i dont seem lacklustre in my response im genuinely soso appreciative of u always <3#it just feels a little strange and selfish to celebrate my existence today#and i know its okay its not like i want to be validated or anything. the last thing i want to do is make this about myself#but i always felt connected to other 98ers in some way almost like. we grew up together but not *together* together in the literal sense ?#and we're full grown adults now ofc but 25 years went by so fast that sometimes it feels like we're still only kids#i guess what im saying is i feel protective of 98ers#and moonbin was born only a few months before me i dont know.. im really shaken up about this it just bothers me so much#and i just pray he found peace#im sorry for turning your cute ask into a sorrowful vent elv </3 but my heart truly feels a little lighter getting this off my chest#so thank u and thank you so much for thinking of me and taking the time to wish me a happy birthday ilyyyš·š
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Hi everyone! This is Claire. I am writing to let you all know that we did it. We saved Bailey and Tiger Fluff, and we all live together in an apartment in Illinois, my home state. We really, really did it!!!
You can read our thanks, thoughts, and more under the read more :0)
(note: Oliver also goes by Bailey! She has two names.)
There are many important people on this journey that we would like to specifically thank.
First, all of our friends (especially Peregrine, Sophie, and Jackson) who were there on the day Bailey was evicted, who listened to me and helped me figure out what to do when I felt more lost than Iāve ever been. Without them we wouldnāt have been able to act so quickly and efficiently. Because of them, we were able to formulate a plan.
Speaking of Jackson, he and his partner Cherri need to be thanked once again. Jackson drove all the way from his home, Baileyās motel, and back to get both her and Tiger to a place to stay while we figured out what to do next. They provided a warm, quiet, and safe place for both of them in a time when something like that was so far away. For the first time in a long time, I knew that Bailey was truly somewhere safe. For that, we will be forever grateful.
While we do not have their names, we would like to thank the staff of the airport and airline who helped make this journey objectively possible. They also made Tiger into a little celebrity on the flight, and everyone, including the pilot, went to greet her and congratulate her for being so brave. She really is the bravest little kitty we know.
Next are my very close friends Elle and Callan, who invited Bailey and Tiger to stay at their house not far from mine while we secured a place of our own. They, like Jackson and Cherri, gave both of them the space to simply be. I was able to visit a couple of times, and being with my favorite people made an extremely difficult time so much better. It made me think āthis feeling is what we are fighting forā.
Finally, weād like to thank you.
To all of you who read and shared our story, you helped us to feel seen and heard and not alone. Reading words of support in the comments, quote retweets, and tumblr tags truly made me feel like we could do this with everyone cheering us on.
To everyone who donated, your generosity this financially possible. As of writing, we received $19,381 from the GoFundMe. We are now able to use the rest of funds that have been tucked away in savings for rent, food, and bills. I cannot overstate how grateful we both are. What you did for us will never leave our hearts.
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While Bailey and Fluffy were at Elle and Callanās, we found an apartment. It was small, but perfect. We toured. We applied. And we got it.
And on December 9th, 2023, we moved in and started living together! Our goal, our dream, our driving force for so long was achieved. After three years of long distance, we finally made it.
Our home is small, and has some quirks as all homes do, but itās ours. The love of my life, the best little cat in the word, and I are all together. We are safe, warm, happy, and loved. The future we fought so hard for us now the present. Forgive me for being long-winded. I just have so much to say about all of this! Sometimes I still canāt believe that we actually did it. But we did, we really did!!!
Iām going to keep the GoFundMe up for a little bit, but once things settle more I will close donations.
Thank you!!!!!!!!! š§øš
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Hey everyone Bailey here, I cannot overstate just how grateful I am to every single one of you and how thankful I am that this journey has been able to come into fruition. It was very scary being in that motel not having a plan or knowing what I was gonna do next while everything was crumbling around me. If it wasn't for Claire and our incredibly kind and caring friends I don't know what I'd do. They helped me press on and get through this with Fluff and we finally did.
Finally we're in a place that brings nothing but peace and comfort, my anxiety has dropped and I'm doing things I've never thought possible and building up strengths I never knew I had, I feel whole in a way that I've never felt before and I'm just, happy.
I am so grateful to have Claire, for years she's been so supportive and comforting and has brought this dream we've had into reality and every day I am so thankful to have her, she is the love of my life and my best friend. The life that her, myself and Fluff now share will forever be together and we can finally begin living. šš
Thank you everyone, thank you to our friends who let Fluff and I into their lives to be able to be safe while we get our bearings, thank you to everyone who said such kind and wonderfully compassionate words, cheering us on as we go, every day I was looking at the community post I made on YT and it was just filled with people being so supportive, and thank you everyone who donated and got us into where we are. We could not have done it without all of you. š ā¤ļø š ā¤ļø
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DONāT HURT YOURSELF ā¹ luke castellan
( summary ) social media au where your boyfriend became the asshole everyone warned you heād be and now youāre looking for revenge (& luke is a down bad loser w no game)
( pairings ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader
DIRECT MESSAGES
sarahdawson: hey girly ik weāre not like close or anything but something happened last night that i need to tell you about
sarahdawson: so i was getting strawberries yesterday and max was there and he was being really weird and like flirty and iām so sorry i feel like such a horrible person even though i turned him down right away but he tried to kiss me and i hit him and then i went back to my cabin but i had to tell you
sarahdawson: iām so sorry
yourusername: THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE I KNEW HE WASNT WORTH SHIT
yourusername: this is clarisse btw i took her phone
yourusername: (me again) thank you for telling me sarah it rlly means a lot š«¶
sarahdawson: if it makes any difference youāre way too hot for him and literally anything you need (even rigging archery lessons so the new kids take shots just as heās walking by), iām your girl x
ā« Donāt Hurt Yourself by BeyoncĆ© feat. Jack White
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yourusername love god herself (love u mama) š
sarahdawson AHHH YOURE SO PRETTY
yourusername THANK YOU GORGEOUS š„¹š„¹
clarisselarue too good for anyone š®āšØ
silenabeauregard prettiest girl everrrr
chrisrodriguez pur girlie
yourusername what.
chrisrodriguez gods forbid a man expresses an ounce of girlish whimsy
yourusername nooo queen i appreciate you thank you
seaweedbrain you ate ā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø
seaweedbrain ate my dessert*
seaweedbrain itās all fun and games until you end up stealing from the youth
seaweedbrain count your days miss counsellor
yourusername my girl sally shouldāve kept you on a leash for a bit longer because you are rabid my love
seaweedbrain I WAS NEVER ON A LEASH WTF
racheledare STUNNA GIRL STUNNA GIRL I CHOOSE U BABY OVER A HUNDRED GIRLS
yourusername ME AND U 4EVERR šš
lukecastellan nice dress!!
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clarisselarue lukecastellan i saw that.
lukecastellan why are you so ominous
clarisselarue why are you such a loser
lukecastellan have you ever been chill for a day in your life
clarisselarue have you ever known the loving touch of a woman
chrisrodriguez FOUL ššš
ā« Feather by Sabrina Carpenter
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[ tagged: yourusername , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean ]
sarahdawson girls night w my favs š
silenabeauregard APOLLO CABIN šš
yourusername FORREALLL
yourusername best night iāve had in a long time i love u all sm ā¹ļøš«¶ ( liked by sarahdawson , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean )
silenabeauregard MY GIRLSSSSS
wisegirll prettiest girls in the world šš
clarisselarue sarah girl love ya but maybe leave the singing to ur siblings š
sarahdawson RUDE
yourusername sarahdawson dw baby i loved our duet xx
sarahdawson we simply are destinyās child
drewtanaka yk who is shaking in his boots
seaweedbrain oh yeah cool i didnāt even want an invite itās totally chill
yourusername calm down lil guy maybe when youāre older
clarisselarue if zeus doesnāt smite his ass before he gets the chance š
seaweedbrain clarisselarue I BEAT YOUR DADS ASS HES LITERALLY A DEADBEAT DADDY
wisegirll too far
seaweedbrain sorry clarisse
lukecastellan yourusername we could hear you singing all the way in hermes ā ļø
yourusername NO THATS SO EMBARRASSING WHICH SONG
lukecastellan i think it was never lose me or smth
clarisselarue bros acting like he hasnāt been thinking ab it nonstop
yourusername lukecastellan iām so sorry for any pain iāve caused
chrisrodriguez AYY BRO MAKING MOVES
groverunderwood you call those moves? š
chrisrodriguez baby steps are still steps let me celebrate my guy in peace š
ā« Heartless by The Weeknd
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maxwalsh never been better
clarisselarue oh thatās not ā ļø
lukecastellan this what youāve been doing instead of coming to sparring?
maxwalsh itās a better challenge
drewtanaka THE CLAWS ARE OUT MEOW
yourusername just posted to their story!
DIRECT MESSAGES
lukecastellan: you look really pretty
#luke castellan x aphrodite!reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#percy jackson x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians x reader#pjo x reader#camp half blood x reader
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[WIP] "Shenanigans at the beach"
The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!
While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city there is out there!
But hold up just a second...
-"Hey Wrecker, look!"
"...now wouldn't it be a shame if someone was feeling extra mischievous today?" Omega thought to herself. Turning to her left, lips pressed in a smile, she discovered Wrecker mimicking her expression. Apparently, he had just read her mind >:).
Tech had felt such peace, such safety that he had fallen into a deep slumber, further fueled by his usual lack of sleep.
Tough seldom wrong, today he was.
Because at this moment Tech was, in fact, in grave danger.
...TO BE CONTINUED!!
[Part 3] [Part 4]
(Acknowledging the lil' banner for a fraction of a second, it's just something I'm testing out and would like some feedback if you'd be so kind to give it :)) I'll probably make it just a tad bit more refined and (possibly) include the members of the Batch appearing on the post? but I might just randomize it for fun too. Thank you for taking the time to read this!!)
OKAY SOO. I decided to post these two drawings that I completed a few days ago because:
- once again i deadass couldn't wait anymoreš
- I have decided to make as many "beach episode" themed drawings as I can during the summer (and fall if we get there cuz why not) so i'll just post them as I'm done with each of 'em! I have SO many ideas for it and I want it to be a big project and not some sketches as I had initially planned. I want to make it WHOLESOME and HEART MELTING!! Whenever I get burnt out or need some fresh air I'll draw other things, probably still within the Star Wars theme because the brainrot is realš¤, but just letting you know in advance because AAAH!! this is a big thing for me and I want to share it with you guys because love is all you've shown me and I want to reciprocate šāš„ŗā
- and last but DEFāNITELY not least I want to celebrate thAT I REACHED 300+ FOLLOWERS TODAY!! AND ALSO 1000+ NOTES ON MY OMEGA DRAWING??!! IN LIKE NO TIME TOO!!? WHAT THE FRICK. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!
Never before had my art had such an impact in a community. I am so grateful for all of your comments and interactions with my drawings, it's a ridiculous boost in inspiration and confidence :) It makes me want to push my limits every time!! So once again THANK YOU!!āŗļøāšā
Here's my taglist, just let me know if you wish to join!! ā„
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Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.
How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.
I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"
Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---
Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly
Alcina Dimitrescu
She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.
Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.
When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.
Oh. You can. You...can speak?
It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.
However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.
(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)
The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!š
Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---
Donna Beneviento
I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.
She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.
Truly dreamyššš
The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.
You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".
She drops a stitch.
Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.
It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.
She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.
Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.
Salvatore Moreau
Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.
He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.
He's! So! Excited!
He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....
Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.
Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.
"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."
Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????
Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.
Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.
Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth š.
Karl Heisenberg
Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.
He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.
"You missed a spot--"
jESUS FUCK
Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."
Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.
What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?
Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.
Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.
Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.
Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.
It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.
Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.
It just makes your relationship feel even more right. ā¤ļø
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Mooooo ! I love you so much bby š my I request one with Alfie with the touch starved prompts āyou never have to earn my affection-not now, not everā and āIām never more at peace than when Iām in yours armsā? Thank you lovelyā¤ļøā¤ļø
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100 Follower Celebration: Your Love is Enough
Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader
There were many perks that came with being Alfie's woman. While there was certainly a good deal of danger lurking around, there was an undeniable air of safety you had due to all the eyes watching. You got access to all the hot goings on around the city. You lived comfortably. And above all, you got to love Alfie Solomons fully and purely and unabashed. There was only one downside really... the talk.
It was no secret that you were significantly younger than Alfie. It was something you and Alfie never shied away from and didn't feel a need to. Regardless of any age difference, you and Alfie understood each other on a cosmic level, a way no one else could. You loved him with your whole heart and soul and Alfie would burn down the world if you asked him to. You were one. And anyone who truly knew you and Alfie knew that this was true love. That this was the type of love and devotion that epics were written about and empires crumbled over. But there were always going to be people who didn't know. Always going to be people who didn't understand.
You were perusing fabric patterns in the shop down the street one early afternoon, looking for the final pattern to add to a quilt you were making for Ollie's soon to be born first child. You delicately touched the cotton blends along an aisle, imagining how it would look along the squares you had already picked, taking mental note as to what was available.
"I just cannot imagine what he sees in her. I mean... she is a child isn't she?"
Your ears perked up to the tone. It was Mrs. Vorsed from down the corner, the one you waved to every morning without even a smile in return. Another voice responded, "You know how men are. They just want a little toy to play house with until they find a wife."
Who on earth could they be talking about?
"Mr. Solomons needs a real woman in his home. My Portia knows what it means to be a lady of the house, and knows her place. I mean that girl he is shacked up with... I can hear her shouts and laughter from down the street! What does she know about keeping a home, much less keeping a man?"
A snicker erupts, "Well I'm sure she won't last long. He'll tire of her eventually when he realizes what he truly needs. Then Portia can swoop right in!"
The cackles fade away with the sharp chops of heavy footed steps. Despite your efforts, the knot in your throat never went down. You lungs refused to take in breath as the words spun in your mind. How could they say those things so confidently? They didn't even know you. They never even stepped foot into the house, how could they know how you keep it? Alfie never said more than a good morning to Mrs. Vorsed. How could they know anything about you or Alfie? Yet their words kept spinning and spooling around in your mind. What if... what if they were right?? What if people saw something that you couldn't see? What if you had deluded yourself into thinking that Alfie was truly happy and in love with you? What if he was unhappy but didn't want to tell you out of duty. It all became too much in your chest, and you left the store without your fabric, but the weight of the world on your chest.
That evening Alfie could not wait to get home to you. Every evening Alfie nearly buzzed at the prospect of coming home to see your face again, and wrap himself around you, getting as close as possible. You made his day better. You made his life brighter and joyful and meaningful. It made all the business and badness worth it. Stepping through the threshold with a press to the mezuzah, Alfie calls out, "Sweet girl! I'm home! You in the kitchen darling?"
He hears you call back and smiles wide, stomach growling hungry for supper and you. Taking off his coat and hat he ambles into the kitchen, watching you stir something magical in the massive soup pot. "My dove ,my angel, my joy, what are you doing? Making food for the Royal Navy are we?"
You turn to him, and he can clearly see that something is wrong. Your lips are quivering and poorly attempting to portray a smile, and your eyes are glassy and red rimmed. He feels a stab in his chest, "Now wait a minute treacle... what's got you crying?"
You wiped your cheek and turned away, "I'm not crying."
With a scoff he grabs your chin gently, turning you to face him, "I thought we didn't lie to each other my sweet. Especially since you're the worst liar since the Garden of Eden. Why are you crying? Come on now confess."
You shrugged as Alfie's hands moved up and down your arms, "It's nothing. Stupid really I shouldn't be crying."
"Nah nah. It ain't stupid if it's got my sweet girl crying like that. Out with it."
The tears kept falling, though you tried to keep an even tone, "I just... I heard some women talking. Mrs. Vorsed and another lady."
Alfie rolled his eyes, "Always a bad sign. C'mon what else."
You sniffled, "And... well... they said that... I wasn't good enough for you. That I didn't know how to be a good woman to you. And that you would be better off with someone else. That you would soon grow tired of me. That I'm not deserving of you, and Portia Vorsed would be a better match for you."
The tears started coming harder, and you couldn't help the shaking of your body. Alfie's stomach dropped, and rage replaced it. Alfie shook your shoulders a bit in his passion, "What the fuck is wrong with them? Treacle, Mrs. Vorsed is the worst gossip in Camden, and doesn't know anything about anything. She hasn't got anything better to do but talk absolute shit. Portia, right? She is the silliest woman in town, she can't even do basic arithmetic because she's too busy being an idiot. I mean fuck me treacle I can barely say good morning to Mrs. Vorsed without getting proper fucking agitated!"
Alfie kissed your forehead and brought you to his chest, "YOU are the one for me. I don't give a shit what Mrs. Vorsed or what any other decrepit woman or idiot man thinks. You are my life. You are my stars and my moon and my sun alright? You don't have to be 'good enough' for me. Fuck you just are. You never have to earn my love. You've always had it. Even before I knew you my old and brittle heart was yours. You got that?"
You nodded, the tears pooling in his shirt. Alfie pulled you away from him to look into your eyes. "And treacle I don't even think Mrs. Vorsed can see more than a meter in front of her so she probably has no clue who she is talking about."
You laughed despite the tears and Alfie grinned. All he wanted to do every day was to make you smile. He was convinced that was what he was put on this earth to do. You put your hand to his face, feeling him lean into the warmth of your palm. "I just want to love you and care for you like you do me. I just worry that I don't do enough sometimes."
He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips, "Ah my sweet. I'm never more at peace than when I'm in your arms. I'm never more at home than when you're next to me. The whole business could go to shit and I'd still be the richest man in the world because I have the greatest treasure in you. And I mean that my love. You believe your old man right?"
You nod. The lump in your throat finally dissapated and the weight melted away. There was truly no love like Alfie's and yours. People could talk all they want. People could make any assumptions they wanted. That didn't change what was true. And what was true was that you and Alfie belonged to each other and would for all of eternity.
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my heart over yours; part four | j.fleming x reader
prompt: you try to push jessie away while trying to figure out how you feel, but jessie is not going for that.
author notes: this is basically just angst until the literal last minute and all i can say is blame that chelsea loss against liverpool. i swear the cliffhanger will make all the angst worth it šš¾ thanks for all the love on part three š even tho i hated that part. anyways enjoy it guys! p.s. this is the last part before the final
contains: ucla!jessie x reader, childhood bestie!jessie, jealous!jessie at the last minute, a fuck ton of angst / small comfort, the actual shortest part, some protective!jessie if you squint
masterlist with all the previous parts
playing are we still friends? by tyler the creator šµ
"i don't have to answer anything! who do you think you are?" you shout at her, fighting away all the thoughts that rush to your mind after her question. it's making you actually sit back and think about the role jessie plays in your life, but just because it's making you feel a certain type of way, doesn't mean you were going to give sasha an answer. at this point she doesn't deserve that because who is she really to question you?
you say one more thing before turning to leave, "you aren't my girlfriend. stop acting like it. we went on a date or two and now you want to act all possessive? get a fucking grip." then you leave out of her dorm. not even allowing her to get a word in. you already know someone is going to talk about this and it will spread in some circle of the campus, but you don't really care. you're sure that anyone who's friends with sasha aren't friends with you, so it doesn't matter.
when you find your way out of sasha's dorm building, you don't rush to your dorm immediately. it's around six and you already know jessie will be there. she always is and soccer players didn't have practice today, so you already knew she was probably in your bed, lazing around, watching some animal documentary; most likely an lion one. she's been really interested in those lately. anyways, regardless, you couldn't go back to your dorm. your feelings are pounding in your head like an headache and usually talking to jessie would help you to clear all that out, but this time around you just feel like you can't.
sasha may be right; you may be in love with your bestfriend and you don't know how to handle that. there have been many times over the course of jessie and yours friendship that someone questioned it to be something more. every single time you just denied and went about your day. you were used to it, so there's no need to have a big reaction. you never thought about it deeper. people would say that in elementary and secondary school, nobody knows anything during those years anyways so you didn't care but now you're in college, it's different, so if sasha thinks that then could it be true?
instead of going back to your dorm, you decide to go get something sweet. you shuffle yourself onto the bus and let it take you along the route until it reaches that street you knew had at least one bakery. getting off of the bus, you walk straight into the bakery. you order quickly, getting your favorite desserts, and leaving out of the place as quickly as you arrived once you received your order. it felt like too much to be in there at the moment. jessie and you always somehow convinced one pair of your parents to let you two get cake at random times for "celebrating." usually this celebrating wasn't even for nothing extraordinary. if jessie got an a good grade on a test? you would beg your mom to let you and her to go get some cake. you didn't trip over your feet today? looks like jessie is going to go ask her parents to take you and her to go get some cookies. sharing sweets have been one way of bonding for you two. it was sweet, literally and figuratively.
you make your way to the nearby park, sitting on the first bench you find. trying to find peace and quiet in la is hard, so this is the best you can do but it works. you sit there on that bench and try to think about jessie and yours friendship. could you really call it that with how you're feeling right now? things have always felt platonic between you two or so you want to convince yourself to believe. there were .. moments. times where the line between friendship and romance would blur. actually you think the line has always been blurred. it was just so normal to you two that you never thought about it.
as you take a bite out of your dessert, the sweetness of it matches the thoughts floating around in your mind. those thoughts may be the reason you're having a slight crisis right now, but still, they're sweet.
you think back on the time jessie and you went to the first school dance held in elementary. it was seventh grade. all the other girls in your class were planning on going with boys in your grade or just going together as friends. jessie and you were obviously going to go together as friends too, but the way she asked didn't feel as friendly as you remember it.
it was after a cross-country meet. you're sitting beside jessie on the empty bleachers, waiting for her mother to arrive so you two could go home. you have bought along a small board that jessie called embarrassing; it said jessie fleming is my usain bolt. the canadian almost fell over when she spotted that in the crowd.
"i nearly died because of you," jessie laughs, pushing your shoulder with hers. you roll your eyes. quick to say, "a true athlete doesn't get distracted from anything."
jessie scoffs. replying back just as quickly to say how every athlete has their weakness and perhaps you were hers. when she said that back then, your heart fluttered for a moment. you pushed that feeling away. thinking that you're just happy she considered you that important to be her weakness. after the conversation, jessie had gotten up.
"stay right here. i have to grab something near the stairs, i forgot my chapstick there," she says. walking away quickly towards the stairs connected to the bleachers. you watch her from behind stop at the end of the stairs, leaning over to grab something off the ground. you aren't sure what it is until she comes back up the stairs with yellow flowers in her hand.
"did you just pick dandelions out of the ground?" you ask, smiling as jessie hands the flowers to you.
"yeah and be grateful. i had to not pull them out too harshly, they're all weak since it's fall and all," jessie sits down beside you. all her attention on you as she tries to see your reaction. you're smiling down at the flowers before smiling at jessie again. "thanks freckles. they're cute."
jessie smiles, "don't thank me. i only got you these flowers so you would say yes." the serious undertone underneath the playful one in her voice makes you look at her.
"say yes to what? are you about to ask me to commit murder with you?"
"what..? no, can you be serious for once in your life?"
"okay, go ahead. sorry." you say. setting the flowers aside before grabbing jessie's hands. she lets out a sigh, "will you go to the dance with me?"
you blink at her blankly, laughing loudly after a moment. jessie lets out a nervous chuckle. confused on if you were laughing at her. she soon gets her answer when you say, "duh, i'll go with you. didn't even have to ask but thanks."
jessie pushes you, gasping at your dramatics. "don't pull something like that again. i thought you were going to reject me."
"god, sorry. it was just funny."
"shut up before i take my invite back."
"you wouldn't dare."
jessie and you aren't able to finish your bickering as her mother pulls up. you two run off to the car, racing. the freckled girl obviously won the race. blame her athleticism. that was one of the only days jessie was glad her mother was late to picking you two up since it gave her time to ask you to the dance.
you two went together to the dance and wore matching outfits that your mother still has a photo of hanging in your childhood home.
you are snapped out of your reminiscing of the past when your phone rings. looking down to see jessie's contact on your phone. a mix of anxiety and happiness fills your heart. you don't want to answer really, but it's jessie. your jessie. ignoring her feels wrong. instead of answering her call, you text her.
you
can't answer
on the bus
the excuse doesn't land that well, but that's all you can come up with. you can tell jessie is skeptical, but doesn't question you.
freckles š
thought you were with blondie
what bus?
are you on your way back to the dorm?
you
don't bring her up
i'll tell you in a few minutes
just wait
freckles š
you're being weird??
stay safe
come back before it's night
love you
usually seeing jessie says she loves you makes you smile and it still does because, well, it's jessie but it also fuels your anxiety. was it more behind those words? did you want it to be more? two questions you aren't able to answer yet and that drives you up a wall. still you text back; jessie could never be ignored by you.
you
love you too š
i'm coming soon
wait for me
jessie is sitting in your bed, having finished her documentary a while ago. your texts felt different and she couldn't put her finger on why. she will worry about that later. instead focusing on how you said not to bring up ms blondie and the fact you weren't in y'all's dorm, in bed, beside her. two sides of a coin; she feels a mix of happiness and anxiety. just like you. too bad you two aren't together at the moment. maybe y'all could have figured out these emotions together.
meanwhile, you're finishing up your dessert. having taken jessie off of the list of people who can bypass the do not disturb on your phone. taking her off nearly broke your heart, but at the moment it's for the best. you need some time to just think without interacting with her.
it takes you a while to finish the dessert. the actual time it takes you to finish eating isn't that long, but you stayed in the park for at least an hour longer than you needed. thinking to yourself about jessie and you and what she means to you and what you mean to her.
just questions swirling around in the mess of an ocean your mind is right now. just like the depth of the ocean, nothing is clear to you.
you wish you had more time to just sit and think, but you don't. being in a park late at night in la is not a good combination, so you pull yourself off of the bench. throwing away the empty container that your sweet treat came in. you make your way to the bus and get on, not realizing that jessie was texting you.
the worry in jessie's heart is now way bigger than before. you are out somewhere, late, and aren't responding to her texts. even though it pains her to think about, jessie would feel somewhat better if you were with sasha. at least she would know where you were and at least you would be with someone. you not replying to her texts is the last straw and she's almost ready to just go out and find you. thirty minutes. she'll give you thirty minutes to come back before she goes out on some wild goose chase to find you.
and that's all you need. right when jessie opens the door of y'all's dorm to leave, you're standing. right there infront of the door. you have actually came back to campus around ten minutes before she was about to leave out. still feeling anxious, you walked around campus for a bit. passing by the dorm building twice before finally going inside. deciding that was enough walking around and avoiding for one day.
jessie nearly drops her phone as she pulls you into a hug. you want to pull away, you want to just turn around and leave because you really can't handle this right now. sasha's words are ringing in your ears. are you already taken by jessie? what could this mean for you two's friendship? you want to think and pick these questions a part, but at the moment you really can't. instead you collapse into jessie's arms. you can't help yourself. she's like your pillar of strength. every time, any time you felt hurt, jessie's there.
there to hold you, comfort you, and make sure you're alright. so can you be blamed if you fall back into her the moment you see her? you can't turn away from jessie, you just can't.
"i don't want to seem controlling, but please don't do that ever again," jessie says softly. pulling you into the room with her before pushing the door closed with her foot. "i almost called your mom, my mom, your dad, my dad.. just anyone who i thought could reach you. my heart can't handle something like this again," jessie continues to speak. needing to spill out all the worry that was inside of her. it takes her a moment that you're silent. just resting your face against her chest, your arms holding on tightly to her waist.
"what's wrong..? what happened?" the soccer player asks. not pulling away since she doesn't think that's what you need at the moment.
finally you speak, "women are horrible and i don't understand why i like them." jessie wants to laugh at your words like she usually does when you say something this blunt and dramatic, but she can't. not when your voice is shaky. her mind thinks about sasha; did that blonde chick hurt you? the thought of sasha hurting you puts a pit in her stomach.
"did blondie dump you?" she asks. you almost laugh at the fact that jessie can't even say her name. maybe sasha was right about how jessie talks about her behind her back. not to give sasha any credit or anything. you would laugh if you didn't feel a mountain of built up emotions inside of you. "no, i dumped her. she was.. too much."
jessie waits for you to expand and explain what happened, but a minute passes. then another. then another and nothing comes, so she moves now. you two will talk about it eventually. instead she focuses on comforting you.
pulling you towards her bed, letting you go just to grab some of her pajamas for you to wear, and holding you for a long while, making sure your body feels some type of calm, before letting you change.
you're slow to change, but right after you're finished she pulls you down onto her bed. like always you two's bodies tangle with eachother. her arms wrapped around you. yours wrapped around hers. your face is pressed against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. it's calming, so familiar. unlike the thoughts that plague you; there is no need to think about them right now though.
"just know.. she wasn't worth it anyways. whatever she did, i don't know, you tell me later. just know it has nothing to do with you," jessie whispers, playing with your hair. the words are comforting like a warm blanket, comforting just like jessie's warm body. the soccer player doesn't know what's wrong, but it's like an instinct to comfort you. she wants to be happy that sasha is out of the way but at the same time if sasha being out of the way means you're hurt then maybe it wasn't for the best. yes, she was being passive aggressive with sasha and treating her pretty unfairly but jessie would have came around. eventually. if it would have made you happy then yeah she would have gave it up.
if only jessie knew that your emotions didn't have nothing to do with sasha at all. they all have to do with her. only her.
you don't respond to her words, but you let her know that you appreciate them. giving her lower back a few rubs. hoping that she gets the message and she does. she always does.
jessie slowly falls asleep first. having to worry over you have tired her out. it doesn't take long for you to follow after. one thought in your mind:
you might, most likely, definitely are in love with your bestfriend (how you didn't realize it before? no one knows) but you need some time. more time than this to figure out what to do about this feeling.
you don't go about needing this time in the healthiest way. the next morning, you're ready to tell jessie what happened. you tell her the truth.. mostly. not willing to tell her about the question sasha asked. instead opting to tell her that basically sasha didn't like the closeness between you two and that she knew that jessie didn't like her.
"she seemed like the type to be all pissy over something like that," jessie says after spitting out the toothpaste in her mouth. she's standing in the bathroom, getting ready for the morning class she had to schedule to finish her class requirements on time. "i would say i'm sorry for ruining that .. situation? between you two but it seems like she wasn't in it for the long haul anyways," she continues. happy that she can get the opportunity to make fun of sasha.
you roll your eyes, smiling. you are feeling better but still you feel the need to distance yourself from jessie, so you can think clearly. not blinded by that freckled face with that cute smile. instead of walking into the bathroom to bicker with her, you stay near the doorframe. looking at her as you say, "yeah. she was whatever. enough of her, how is the class going?"
"like shit. i don't get how you wake up at eight am everyday and actually go out and be productive. i need my rest firstly," jessie doesn't say anything about how you cut the conversation short. it's not that she doesn't notice, but she doesn't really care for sasha at all. whether to dunk on her or not, sasha holds no space in her mind now that you and the blonde are over. as long as you're okay, she's okay.
you let jessie rant about how getting up early in the morning for a class is ridiculous and should probably be illegal and how you're insane for actually being a morning person. you smile the entire time, enjoying seeing jessie being so animated. a trait of hers that comes out the most when she's annoyed.
"maybe you should get some coffee on the way, hm?" you tease after jessie is ready to leave. she smacks your shoulder, smiling once you say ow.
"see you later if i don't die on the way from sleep deprivation," jessie says as she leaves out of the door. you roll your eyes at her unusual dramatics. "i'll play the sound of whales talking at your funeral. don't worry," you say.
"god, you really do love me," she checks her phone after saying that. giving you a quick wave before running off, noticing that she's already late to the class. you peek out of the dorm room. giggling at jessie's fleeing figure.
now you can think. bless your professor for cancelling your morning class today. you close the door before going to sit on jessie's bed. it's comforting. being surrounded by her presence makes you feel calm. you'll figure this all out. you have to.
why you couldn't just talk to jessie about this like how you talk to her about everything else? you're afraid that things will change between you two. it's easy to fall into the usual routine of being close, not even thinking about what it could mean for the both of you but if you mention your feelings, will things change? what if sasha is wrong and jessie actually doesn't like you? will you lose your bestfriend?
will you still be friends?
you lean back onto her pillows, pulling up her blanket to cover your entire body. drowning yourself in just jessie makes the questions quieter than before. you don't want to lose jessie, but not saying anything feels like you're keeping a secret from her. curse sasha for making you question everything. she doesn't even have the right to question what jessie and you have. now you're stuck with the feelings left over.
all this stress on your mind makes you sleepy. and you let yourself sleep. your mind is busy while your surroundings are calmer than ever. all due to jessie. the way she can makes you feel complicating emotions is crazy, but makes sense. she is jessie after all. your jessie.
you're out in minutes.
it's three hours later when jessie comes back to the dorm, exhausted and ready to sleep away the rest of the day until you came back to the dorm. she doesn't notice the lump of your body under her blanket as she drops her bag down near the dresser, grabbing some clothes before going into the bathroom to shower. twenty minutes later she's out, hair still slightly wet, as she wears her boxers and t-shirt. she doesn't you until she goes to sit on her bed and feels something under her.
"what..?" jessie sits up, turning to look at her blanket. she pulls it up to see your sleeping face. a laugh of disbelief leaves her lips then quickly her expression changes to confusion. why were you here? you have classes around this time and never miss them since they're essential to your major. now she is really worried. were you sleeping away your small heartbreak from blondie or something?
she doesn't wake up as she slips in bed beside you. pressing her body against yours, her hands resting against your stomach. she nuzzles her face in the small space between the pillow and your neck. taking in your scent before pulling the blanket back over you two. she'll ask you about this later.
and that later comes when you two wake up around the same time. around ten pm, you wake up first. a small panic makes you want to sit up, confused on why you didn't wake up for all your other classes but you can't. a strong arm is over your waist, keeping you down.
"i love you but please everytime you move i wake up a little bit more and i would like to stay asleep, thank you," jessie murmurs. pulling you closer and you let her like always. "thought you were a deep sleeper?" you mumble back.
jessie lets out a tired chuckle. moving her hand to play with the waistband of your pajama pants. she does that often, but this time around you notice the flutter in your heart. was that always there? it probably was, you were just oblivious and wrote it off as just enjoying the movement. "i think i became a light sleeper after you kept waking me because of your morning classes."
"so it's my fault? sorry for ruining your sleep schedule then, freckles," you turn so that you two are facing face to face. her nose tickles yours. "apology accepted. uh, now speaking of classes. why didn't you go to yours?" jessie whispers. she could tell you were feeling sensitive especially from how you acted yesterday. she always knows what to say, what to do, how to act. how could you not realize you're in love with her before?
you stay silent for a moment to think over your answer. should you just tell her about your dilemma or keep it a secret for longer? you go with the latter.
"i don't know.. just tired. i guess my body needed a rest from that studying and running around from class to class," you say. jessie narrows her eyes at you like she doesn't think you're telling the truth and she doesn't. as your bestfriend she can tell when you're lying, easily. you start to talk all slow and soft like that will lighten the weight of your lie. your words aren't entirely a lie though.. just half.
"okay. just always know i'm here for you. if you really need a break we can go somewhere," her hand that's playing with your waistband slips slightly underneath. her holding onto your hip underneath your clothes wasn't weird. she likes the warmth and you like the feeling of something there. usually you would just enjoy it, but now it feels different. why are your emotions being this way? again, curse sasha.
"it's okay. i just want to stay here. i just need some time to decompress? i don't know.."
"if you need anything i'm here.." jessie's words are broken up by a yawn, "in the morning. i'm about to fall asleep again." you giggle, pushing away some of her hair that fell over her face. "okay, sleep. i'll be here in the morning freckles."
"where else would you be?" the canadian mumbles, slightly confused but just taking it as a joke. she drifts off to sleep easily after that. meanwhile you? it took a while to sleep. you just lay there, holding onto jessie as she holds onto you. thinking and thinking.
about the future, about jessie, about what to do.
what will you do?
distance. that's the decision you make for the time being when it comes to jessie and you. it's only temporary, you would never want to lose jessie forever. you just need a moment. a few moments.
it starts off slow with you deciding to not wear her clothes as much. usually you walk out of your dorm in at least one piece of her clothing. jessie doesn't really notice the change since you two's clothes are so mixed together at this point you guys share a closet. she can't tell the difference between her clothes or yours unless it's one of your croptops or short skirts you occasionally wear.
the weird feeling of not having something of hers on your body as you move around campus from class to class is jarring, but you need this. just to see if you are always thinking about jessie because you are really in love with her or because you have an attachment to something of hers that's physically with you.
you experiment with this little method of yours for a good week before you decide that's enough. you were missing the feeling of jessie being with you even if she wasn't physically and ultimately you realize that, yes, you're still thinking about jessie all the time. not because of some item but because it's jessie.
"finally you have my name on your back. thought you got ashamed of me or something," jessie jokes as she sits on her bed. watching you about to leave out of the dorm door. you're wearing one of her canadian jerseys with your outfit.
"as if. always proud of you, freckles. now i have to run or i'll be late like you." then you're gone out of the door. leaving jessie to her own devices.
your next method of checking if your feelings are in fact love is by replying to jessie's texts later and later. when you were out, your phone was on do not disturb and you didn't let jessie be one of the people to bypass that. wanting to see if not replying to her right away did something to you.
it definitely did and it did something to jessie too. the moment you stepped back into the dorm, she was ready to question you.
"you can't ignore me. what if i needed help with something or wanted you to buy a snack from the store?" jessie pouts, taking your purse away from you so that she can grab your phone out of it. "i wasn't ignoring you. i was busy, jess."
"yeah, okay. i believe you.." her attention is obviously not focused on you as she unlocks your phone. going straight to your do not disturb settings to see what's going on. she holds the phone up to your face and points to it, "why am i not on here?"
you are quick to make up some excuse. distracting jessie as you tell her that you will buy her some more non-fiction books if she forgives and easily just like that she does. still she's starting to get skeptical and more worried.
your little tests continue. you try to sleep in your own bed and convince jessie that it was too hot to cuddle which wasn't an entire lie. la is hot nearly all year around so it makes sense, but jessie can only take not having your cuddles for so long. after three days she basically collapsed on top of you, saying, "don't tell me to move away. i don't care, i'm sleepy and you haven't held me in forever. we always sleep together please.."
you give in right that moment. letting her sleep in your bed again.
while you're trying to figure everything out, jessie is figuring out her own feelings. why were you being distant? you may think she doesn't notice but she does. jessie nuzzles her face into your neck, searching for your usual comforting scent. you said you said you wouldn't push her away. that you wouldn't let her go. if acting like this isn't pushing away then she doesn't know what is.
after sasha did something wrong, are you avoiding affection? just avoiding people? jessie wishes she could peek into your mind. she's good at getting the gist of your emotions; that's from years of being by your side, but that doesn't mean communication isn't needed. that doesn't mean you didn't use to come straight to her with any problem and talk about it. instead of it being sasha's fault, was it jessie's fault? have the canadian done something to you and you didn't tell her?
that can't be right. you aren't like her who would rather be silent then express what's going on in her head. you were blunt and spoke your mind easily especially with jessie.
the soccer player doesn't like questioning herself or you, she just doesn't. she's secure in you two's friendship but it feels like you aren't at moment. just one push will lead jessie to just outright asking you. she can't take it anymore. she refuses to be tossed aside.
all those tests did nothing for your situation except confirming something you already knew: you're in love with jessie. your best friend who you have known since you were seven. the main reason why you chose to come to college in america and apply to ucla. the person you couldn't imagine being without. there is still one problem when it comes to all of this.
how does jessie feel? you don't want to ask, you don't want to know but at the same time you do. it's just frightening and unfamiliar to address at the moment so you don't.
instead you want to get away from everything. from jessie, your thoughts, all the baggage that comes with them. you just need an escape and you find it in gabriela. the spanish exchange student is happy to bring you along to one of the many parties she attends. you haven't gone to a single party this entire school year, too focused on your major and jessie. now with you pushing jessie aside for the moment you have the time. it's the weekend, you can let go for this once.
jessie's is away at the gym when you start to get ready to leave out. it's around nine, usually jessie would be in the dorm by this time but she's been slacking on staying in shape due to how many classes she had to take lately so now she's been taking time out to go to the gym at night. this was the perfect opportunity to get away without her noticing. knowing that she would question you and probably ask to come along if you said you were going to a party; with her always wanting to be you when you go somewhere unfamiliar.
you look in the mirror of the bathroom. the tight black dress on your body looks good and makes you feel good. your makeup is done, your hair is done, and you decide against wearing heels. feeling a bunch of pain in your feet won't help at all with you trying to forget everything.
as you walk out of the bathroom and go straight to your dorm door, shutting it behind you after you step out. the only thing you have is your purse that holds your phone and wallet. just because you were running away from your thoughts doesn't mean you were going to put yourself in a bad situation.
you
going to some party
i'll be back. don't worry š©·
you text to jessie as you walk down the stairs. she doesn't reply and you don't expect her to. knowing she always puts her phone on do not disturb while at the gym, even for you (especially for you) because she's been getting distracted easily lately. good. she won't be on your mind for at least an hour or two if she doesn't text; that's what you tell yourself but it's not true. you're going to think about her entire the night but it's nice to think the opposite at the moment.
gabriela is waiting outside of your dorm building. she's wearing a dress similar to yours, but in pink. she grabs your hand once you come out, pulling you towards one of the ways out of campus.
"c'mon. these other girls are going to give us a ride," she smiles at you as she pulls you along. you laugh at how quickly she moves. obviously trying to get to the party right away.
"didn't know it was off campus," you say as you two reach the car. "everytime there are parties on campus they get noise complaints, so we just change spots," gabriela explains. a tall girl with braids sits in the passenger seat and you can see a short redhead in the driver's seat as you two approach a white car. both are wearing dresses as well. gabriela lets go of your hand to open the door for you, so you slip into the car and she follows after.
"hey girls! this is my friend, y/n. she's haven't been out like the entire time she been at ucla and i think she needs a good party," gabriela with her naturally friendly nature starts a conversation with the two women as the redhead pulls off. it's take a moment but you fall into the conversation too. your outgoing personality was showing itself.
by the time you all get to the party you get to know that the redhead is amber and the girl with braids is celeste. they're both quite friendly and you swear celeste is a little drunk already, but you don't mind really.
some pop song blasts throughout the house gabriela drags you into. there are so many people inside that you feel like you're in some elevator. despite all the people, gabriela pushes past them all to take you to the kitchen. letting go of your hand to start to make you a drink.
"i think you need to get a little drunk, yeah? just let it all go girl," she smiles as she hands you the mix of alcohol. it's some type of liquor, you don't know what but it doesn't taste bad going down your throat as you drink some.
"it's alright!" you shout over the music. the spainard nods her head in approval. you two stand in the kitchen for a little while, talking and drinking. some people would come in and out of the kitchen but most are out in the living room or even down in the basement. you feel yourself loosing up more as you drink more. your mind is only focused on one thing; dancing.
you grab onto gabriela's wrist, pulling her out of the kitchen. "come dance with me or you're no fun," you whisper against her ear when you two stop for a moment then you pull her all the way to where most people are dancing. gabriela presses her body against yours when you two start dancing. smiling when you let out a drunken giggle.
"it is fun, isn't it?" she whispers to you, right against your ear. you don't reply. just pulling her closer as the song changes.
it's nearly eleven when jessie checks her phone. now fully showered and changed after using the gym showers. she almost screamed because she swear she saw a mouse, but still she's clean now. she's walking out of the gym, scrolling through her messages. "what the hell..?" jessie mumbles, seeing your text. going to some party. i'll be back. don't worry š©·
yeah, that's totally going to make her not worry. you never told her about going out earlier today or the day before. why wouldn't you tell her like you always do? this distant situation going on with you was not something she was about and this was the final straw.
when the canadian reaches you two's dorm, she tries to call you and it goes straight to voicemail. okay, worrying, but not too crazy. you were out at a party. you probably didn't hear the call, so she sends you back a text.
freckles š
it's getting late
are you coming back?
hurry please you said you watch the cheetah documentary with me
stay safe please ā¤ļø
she waits almost forty minutes to see if you reply back or even read the text, but nope. nothing and no call back either. jessie doesn't want to seem like some obsessed friend, but with you not only being distant but not even telling her that you were going to go somewhere like you always do, she has a right to be worried.
who were you with? and where exactly were you? two questions that were about to be answered if jessie plays her cards right. she was going to come and find you because frankly she has had enough. the canadian texts the first person she knows that seem to always be out and about at different parties; hallie.
ms. canadian
hallie
help me out please šš»
blonde #1
anything for my fave syrup sippier
what is it?
ms. canadian
don't call me that again
anyways
do you know any parties that are going on right now?
blonde #1
none on campus. people kept sending noise complaints š
there is one i got invited to by some redhead. forgot her name
she's in my pottery class
never ended up going because .. i have an exam tomorrow so
ms. canadian
can you take me there?
i'll explain later
blonde #1
weird coming from you but okay
gimme five minutes and i'll be outside your dorm
jessie doesn't reply. putting her phone down so she can slip back on her shoes. it takes less then five minutes for hallie to knock on the dorm door. she was only down the hall anyways.
"so why are you, the most i don't like parties person ever, asking me to take you to a party?" hallie asks as jessie comes out of the room. locking it behind herself before the two start to walk out of the dorm building.
"because.. y/n might be there and she asked me to come get her so," jessie half lies. you haven't even replied to her text, but hallie didn't need to know that. the blonde takes the excuse easily. paying more attention to how she hates that her exams are stopping her from living her best college life. jessie listens to her rants on the way to party. all of the brunette's attention on you and what's going to happen once she finds you.
you have drunk at least four drinks in the past almost two hours. being a light weight is no fun as you're now sitting on the back patio which is surprisingly empty. gabriela is somewhere inside. probably off making out with some girl. earlier when you were drinking, you didn't think about anything but now that you slowed down and is out of that party environment, all you can think about is jessie.
why are things this way? why are you this way? why can't you just talk to jessie and just ask her. are you in love with me? why you can't just tell her. i'm in love with you.
nothing makes sense and you're out here on this patio alone and you want another drink but too tired to go back into that music filled building and all those thoughts you been pushing away are suddenly and you swear tears are about to swell up in your eyes and you hear jessie?
"why is up with you and running off?" you turn to see jessie on the back patio as well. while you were overthinking in your drunken state, hallie and jessie had made it to the party. with jessie somehow finding gabriela on the couch kissing some girl that jessie didn't have the time or care to give a glance to. after being told where you were, she immediately came outside.
"well, are you going to answer?" she says, coming closer to where you are on the patio steps. this is really what you don't need right now or is it actually what you been needing all along? with the mix of your buildup of thoughts and the alcohol, you stand, ready to say something.
"i was trying to get away from you.." the words come out in a mumble, loud enough just for jessie to hear. a hurt expression is on the brunette's face, but she doesn't step away from you. instead pulling you close. "why? what did i do? what did i say?" she whispers to you as she leans in close so you two's faces are close enough to hear eachother. "i been trying to get why you're distant and i just can't. you said you wouldn't push me away, that you wouldn't let me go, so why are you now? what could i have possibly done?"
the self doubt in her tone makes you frown. your hands move to hold onto her waist; a comfort.
"nothing. it's me, it's my fault," you whisper back. jessie looks confused but she wasn't going to let this conversation end here.
"just tell me what's going on and we'll figure it out. we always do," she leans in closer. her nose touching yours.
you might as well say it right? jessie's so close, she's right here in front of you. she wants to know.
"i think i'm in love with you," you say. closely watching jessie's expression go blank. she blinks, once, twice then she smiles, "i think i'm in love with you too."
and then she kisses you. it isn't the most romantic scene ever. on the back patio of some college party, but still the kiss feels so warm. so comforting. so right.
author notes: that was a lot šš½āāļø probably the most mentally exhausting part to write so far, but i love this actually even tho it feels a bit rushed. finally we're getting somewhere. hope y'all liked it!
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omg I've always liked your writings very much.. so can you like do me a favor..
can you write something like uh yk mean high-class hubby x poor wife.. it was kinda forced marriage but they're still fulfilling it like a married couple should but the husband is kinda rude. Of course you can add up smut. Ikr it sounds so cheesy and cringe but it just satisfies my guilty pleasure šš«
And it can be with any member you want. (But my suggestions will be Jimin, Yoongi or Jin.)
thank you so much lovely! š idk if you meant to send it for the drabble game, but I'll answer it rn š«¶š» and seriously don't be insecure about what you like :( I like my fictional men to be a lil rude too š
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Marriages are rarely simple. Yours and Yoongi's is no exception.
pairing: husband!yoongi x wife!reader
genre: arranged marriage au, smut, angst
warnings: ... wtf š, yoongi has a heart and it's big and swollen š«, no fight but it's implied that it happened, forced marriage, unprotected sex, shower sex, 1k words.
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You and Yoongi don't have a lot in common. Whether it is about your pasts, your passions or your families, they are all vastly different. So having him as your husband is something you never thought would happen.
Yoongi used to be free, that's what he describes his past self as; vacant, unrestricted, unattached. His freeness, he misses it ā he regrets it.
He told you, just two days before the wedding ceremony, that no matter where he would be now, it would never be the same. That this ring, the one adorning his annular on his left hand, an object so small yet so meaningful, he can't go anywhere without it.
This marriage was a way for Yoongi's parents to keep him chained to the family, to prevent him from going away like he always dreamed of. But his father wants him to run the family's business and his mother wants grandchildren.
There's nothing more destructive for a kid than their parent's selfishness and Yoongi hates them for that. Hates them for taking away the only and ever peace he found in life.
So when he's with you, he can't help but see the decision of his parents, the decision to force a marriage, to commit a love story that will never see the day.
He doesn't hate you, he could never, but his rage goes sometimes beyond him, beyond his morality. So curses slip out of his mouth. They're meant to hurt, to weaken his enemy, though his enemy isn't you ā it would never be you.
He's sorry for everything he said, he truly is. You don't deserve any of the mean things he shouts and he doesn't deserve any of the tears that run down on your cheeks after. This isn't your fault after all. You didn't ask for this, but at least you fulfill it like a true marriage.
Yoongi's too much of a coward to do that. He pretends, but he breaks down often.
"Yoongi?"
When he hears your voice, covering the noise of the shower running for a second, he gets out of his thoughts. He doesn't respond as you let your clothes fall off of you, joining his in a pile on the bathroom's floor.
You open the glass door, stepping in the steamy shower, Yoongi's back facing you. He looks behind his shoulder first, eyes strained down, not wanting to meet yours, not when he knows they're probably red.
He eventually turns around and you're shivering, arms around your chest to keep you warm. He softens and grabs your arm delicately, bringing you under the water with him.
You let yourself be embraced and place your arms around him too, laying your hands down on his back. You blink as you glance up at Yoongi, droplets of water falling down on your face. You look into each other's eyes, feeling the same things, reciprocating the same emotions and sensations.
His heart goes fast, it beats, it screams, it wants to get out, it wants to kiss with yours. Oh, how could he ever hate someone like you? Someone so fragile and sweet.
He approaches his head closer and he settles his lips down on yours. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, exchanging souls and minds. He feels your heartbeat, going as fast as his, and he understands a bit more what being with you means. When he kisses you, he has only one desire, and it's to be yours.
He stops your kiss and lifts you up, making you softly gasp, holding onto him like a baby koala. He pins you to the nearest wall, the coldness of the tiles eliciting a sweet moan out of you.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he apologizes and you just shrug, passing a hand through his wet hair to push them away from his forehead. He notices your ring, a beautiful diamond in the colour of your birthstone.
His mom chose it, not him. She said you would fall in love with it and would never remove it. She was right. You've never once stopped wearing it since he passed it around your ring finger.
"It's okay," you murmur in the softest voice, making him feel even worse.
Freedom could never compete with you. You would always win.
He kisses you again, this time rougher, with passion burning in his chest. You moan and he groans in return, biting your lips, making them swollen and covered in both of your salivas.
You two become hungry and desperate, wanting to be connected in the most intimate way, wanting to feel you around him and him in you.
You whimper into his mouth when he penetrates you, his cock long and thick, your pussy adjusting to his size little by little. When he starts thrusting, he loses his mind, delighted by the feeling of your walls clenching around him.
He cherishes your skin by kissing it, smooching your neck, collarbones and breasts, and you ruin his, scratching his back with your nails.
In another context, the roles would be reversed. He destroys you, he crushes your heart and breaks it, attempting to repair it by fucking you stupid. You worship him, forgive him for his mistakes. You're simply the best wife he could ever have.
Perhaps it's your way of getting back at him; sinking your nails in him so he feels the pain and wears your marks everyday like you wear the weight of this marriage on your shoulders.
After you've cum around his cock, he comes undone into you, filling your pussy with his cum. He stays a bit inside, loving how warm you are, how you hold onto him desperately, quietly catching your breath.
Later, when you're sleeping peacefully beside him, Yoongi is again in his thoughts. He couldn't find sleep as it happens often when he realizes things.
The only time you've ever been saved was when he married you.
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šøš Nurturing the Littlest Part of Us: Self-Care for Age Regression ššø
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Precious times
Summary: You had never met Azriel's mother. You never dared to ask to come with him when he's visiting her. You discretly test the waters of this subject with him.
Words count: 1.7k
Warnings: slight angst, talking of Parkinson disease, mention of slight injuries
A/N: At your demand... here you go :)š I felt like being productive today, so a Azriel fic out, AND I'm going to go feed your deers @thehighladywrites š¤£
The raw weather of Velaris winters engulfed your house briefly when your mate walked into your home. He took off his flying leathers in peaceful silence, as usual. The usual thud of his boots as he puts them down on the carpet announcing the end of his arrival routine. You smile as he gently wraps his arms around your hips, his chest pressed tightly onto your back as you are cooking dinner. He hummed and kissed your jaw softly, his cold lips brushing against your skin making you shiver. He giggles āI missed you today.ā
āYou always do, handsome.ā You smile and slightly turn your head to him so you can kiss him. He kisses you back quickly before slightly pulling back as a smell hits his nose. He doesnāt say a word as you keep stirring the soup boiling in the cauldron and his eyes scan the kitchen. He spots a familiar book spread open on the countertop beside you. āWhere did you find this..?ā He whispers and frowns his eyes at you.
One thing you knew about the spymaster is that he hated when you were snooping around his stuff. Not that he had things to hide from you, simply there were things he wasnāt ready yet to talk about. āOh, found this when I placed your folded laundry into your drawer. I thought a recipe from your motherās cooking book would make you happy.āĀ
He tenses slightly, then rests his head on your shoulder. āIt does, love. It doesā¦ Thank you.ā
The both of you stay in silence as you keep following the recipe written in his motherās handwriting. You had never met her since you and Azriel got together. You knew he visited her every year around Solstice, and on special occasions, but he had never offered you to join him. And you knew better than to push him into something. It would only make him shut up like an oyster.Ā
āAre you going to visit her at Rosehall soon? Solstice is coming.ā You start off carefully. He simply nods, his nose snuggled in the curve of your neck.
āIāve never met her before.ā You simply state, testing the waters. He hesitates for a while, then speaks up. āDo you wish to?āĀ
You spin around and narrow your eyes āWhy wouldnāt I? Sheās your mother. The one that raised you to the man you are today.āĀ You smile softly and turn off the oven. You caress his cheek, feeling that there was something more he wasnāt telling you about this topic.Ā
He bites his tongue, and sighs, trying to release some tension from his knotted stomach.Ā
āItāsā¦ a bit complicated. She has a disease. neuro-degenerative disease. Parkinson.ā He states and places his hand on the one caressing his cheek.
You had never seen him on the verge of tears as he is now. āShe can barely talk now, I donāt think you would like to meet her like that-ā āAzrielā¦ I just want to meet her and thank her, for you. She seems like such an amazing personā¦ā āShe looks just like you.ā He admits, his voice shaky. He forces a smile and kisses your lips tenderly. He then whispers against your lips.Ā āNext week. Iāll bring you with me next week, so we can celebrate Solstice all together.āĀ
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You had spent all week wandering around Velaris marketplace with Feyre, digging for the best gift for Azrielās mother. You had settled your choice on a photo of you and Azriel on the day of your mating ceremony placed in a sculpted silver frame. You had bought her a set of blue sapphire earrings, matching Azrielās siphons. You were anxiously looking down at the gift in your hands as your lover walked into your shared bedroom. āLoveā¦ I donāt want to put pressure on youā¦ā āNo, I want to go, Az, really. I justā¦ I want to make a good impression on her.ā I want to be good enough for youā¦Ā
He lifts your chin up between his fingers and brushes a strand of hair behind your pointed ear. āYou donāt have to prove anything. Be yourself, you are perfect in every way, love. I love you. Andā¦ she already loves youā¦ā He mutters, red painting his cheeks.Ā
āYou talked about me?ā You give him a teasing grin. He grabs you by the hips and leads you towards the balcony, ready for take-off. āA little. Ready?ā He says before taking off abruptly, making you shriek and giggle as he holds you close to his chest, his body warm enough to block out the cold winter wind.
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Rosehall was a lot smaller than what you imagined. A little cottage covered in vines and thorns. It must be an even more beautiful place in hot summer weather, when the roses are blooming on the residence walls and archway.Ā
When he walks inside the house, Azriel is immediately alerted by the nurses's voices coming from his mother's room. He quickly lets go of your hand but before he goes inside the room, a maid stops him gently.Ā
āWhat is it?! Whatās wrong with her?!ā He suddenly hears a slight groan of pain coming from behind the door the maid was preventing him from passing. āStop it. Youāre hurting her.ā He snarls, his siphons glimmering and shadows covering his feet, ready to burst.Ā
āNo, theyāre healing her, Azriel.ā The old maid, probably familiar with Azriel's protective nature over his mother at this point. You walk slowly towards your mate and place a comforting hand on his tensed shoulder. The nurse takes a softer tone when she notices the anger slightly vanishing from his hazel eyes with only your touch. āHer health is slowly deteriorating. Sheās having to develop end-stage symptoms. Her coordination isnāt the best anymore, sheās having a lot of muscle rigidity and even her voice has started to changeā¦ We tried to write you a letter, Sir.āĀ
Azrielās jaw clenches, and his fingers slightly twitch at the maid's words. An overflowing feeling of shame and self-loathing runs through the bond, making you feel it as if it were your own. Azriel had been busier than ever the past month, and there were piles of unread letters on his desks. The missive from Rosehall about his motherās health had probably gotten lost in the piles of work on his desk. You squeeze your boyfriendās hand, it wasn't his fault.Ā
Before you can tell him comforting words, the nurses come out of the room and smile politely at Azriel āIs she okay?ā He asks. āSheās comfortable now. She has a light bruise on her hip, but nothing alarming.ā The nurses smile and leave with Azriel's nod of dismissal, the maid moving to let him in.
The sight of the woman lying in bed almost struck you in place, if it wasn't for your mateās hand pulling you inside. She was exactly like him. The same long eyelashes fluttering in front of the most beautiful shade of hazel eyes you had ever seen, except Azrielās, those high cheekbones, that sharp jawline, and this smooth tan skin. It was literally how you had imagined her. Her son was definitely the exact perfect portrait of his mother.Ā
Azrielās mother's eyes seem to light up, chasing those heavy clouds of tiredness from them, when she sees you moving from behind him. āEve.ā She tries to smile at you, barely able to do so, the muscles from her face tightly and painfully tensed up.Ā
Azriel sits beside his mother on the bed and kisses her cheek. He pulls you down on the end of the ridiculously large bed and squeezes your hand lightly.Ā
āMother, this is Eve.ā āThe Eve.ā She cuts him off, her voice strangely monotone, due to her sickness. Azriel chuckles, āYes, mother. The Eveā¦ And Eve, this is my mother, Ymir.ā
Your heart swells with happiness when you realize how much your boyfriend must be talking about you if his mother considers you as āThe Eveā. The three of you take the rest of the night easy, exchanging gifts and talking about mostly everything. Itās mostly you and Azriel doing the talking, as Ymir wasnāt feeling all too well. But you didnāt mind at all.
As it was getting quite late, and Ymir was starting to get tired after todayās events, she asked Azriel to tuck her in and play her a song on the big piano placed in the center of the room. A small smile lingers on your lips as you stand next to your mate on the piano seat. His fingers dance on the tiles as he plays a relaxing and comforting song, a song he had probably played thousands of times before, considering the fluidity and accuracy of his notes. As the song finishes he stands up and goes to kiss her forehead, his mother already deeply asleep.Ā
The both of you quietly make your way out of the house, and you feel the shields your mate had put up, without you even noticing, crumbling down when the front door closes. Tears start falling down his face, just like the snow from the night sky. You hug him tightly into your arms as he silently cries into your neck, his shoulders quivering with each sob. You canāt help but wonder how many times he had to deal with it on his own, how many times he broke down alone without anyone to hold him tight. You want him to know that youāre here, that youāll always be, and that everything heās feeling is okay.
āYouāre not alone. Iām here.ā His sobs get slightly louder, his neck burying even deeper into the crook of your neck. He tries to get lost in your calming scent and to get a grip on his shaky breathing. You stroke his hair slowly, patiently waiting for him to deal with every feeling heās dealing with right now. āThat part is always the hardestā¦ Iām sorryā¦ā āDonāt be. Itās okay to be sad, itās completely normal, Az.āĀ
You stay there for a while longer, before he flies the both of you back in your house. The both of you quietly get ready for bed, and put on the matching pair of socks his mother had lovingly knitted. He nuzzles into your neck and holds you close. It felt so good to have someone at his sideā¦ He regrets not bringing you with him sooner on his visits.Ā
āI love youā¦ā He whispers, his voice barely audible. āI love you too, Az.ā You answer back before falling asleep.
A/N: Azriel is a very complicated male to write about... there's not much we know about him, actually! Can't wait to see what Sarah J.Maas has planned for us in the next book, I hope we'll learn more about him. šš
#x reader#fluff#acotar#acosaf#azriel x y/n#azriel x you#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#azriel#azriel fanfic#light angst#sickness#parkinson's disease
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today of all days | vernon
(the lull of the new year never really comes for you, which is fine. it's better to be busy. this year, you're a little too busy planning something else to worry much about valentine's day. It's never been your favorite holiday anyway. but, could your boyfriend have forgotten in entirely?)
pairing: vernon x afab!reader
genre: est. relationship, non-idol!au | smut, slight angst, fluff
rating: explicit, minors DNI
word count: ~4.6k
warnings: mentions of food, there's a little angst, but it's mostly miscommunication, kissing, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, marking, unprotected sex (don't do this without talking about it), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, i think that's it
a/n: happy valentine's day to the always wonderful, absolutely amazing @wonwussy š it's been so much fun to get to write this for you. i hope you enjoy it! this is part of @svthub's cupid for you valentine's exchange organized by my bby @wongyuseokie (who is very amazing and also made the banner & divider). happy valentine's (and carat day)!
Thereās usually kind of a lull at the beginning of the new year. Like everyone decides that after the holidays, youāre due for a break. People try to work on their resolutions, businesses expect to see the drop off in their sales. Everything just feels more peaceful. Itās that calm before the storm when everything picks up again.Ā
Not for you, though. At least not this year. February brings Valentineās Day and your boyfriendās birthday. You donāt really care that much about the former. Itās nice to have someone to celebrate with, and youāre sure the two of you will do something, but itās nothing crazy. As long as you have him and a quiet night in, youāre good. Itās the latter of the two things thatās keeping an otherwise peaceful time from being peaceful.Ā
Hereās the thing. Vernon isnāt one to make a big deal of his birthday, never has been. He feels similar to the way you feel about Valentineās Day. He likes to do something to mark the passing of time, definitely enjoys the presents, but doesnāt feel the need for it to be some huge thing. Itās a little difficult, too, because heās got another friend with the same birthday. For the years that theyāve been friends, theyāve always tried to work it around each other. Seokmin is a year older and feels a little more strongly about birthdays as something that should be celebrated. Somehow, that led to this year. A coordinated birthday for the two of them with all their friends there to celebrate the both of them. Two different cakes, two different contributions to the menu, and twice as many people to coordinate with.Ā
To say itās been a bit of a headache is an understatement.
You love Vernon. Heās been your person for over two years and you wouldnāt trade him for the world. You also love to plan things for other people as a way to show them how much you care. This has just been a bigger undertaking than you imagined. Especially when you have to keep the party under wraps. Vernon knows youāre doing something with a group of friends. He thinks itās only a small group. But, heāll appreciate it all the same. Just like he seems to appreciate everything that you do.Ā
āBabe,ā Vernon calls from the living room. Heās in the middle of gaming with Wonwoo, connected by their headsets.
āYeah?ā you answer.
āWonwoo says that Iām gonna get in trouble for not planning some big thing for Valentineās,ā Vernon tells you.
You can hear the protests from Vernon even through the headset, which makes you chuckle. āAs long as we get to cook something together and have a night in, Iām good.āĀ
āSee?ā Vernon says triumphantly. Thereās a pause where Wonwoo must be asking something. āOh, yeah, Iām definitely getting a gift.āĀ
āWhat?ā you ask with clear surprise. Gifts were not part of the plan for this year.
āItās nothing big, but Iāve got the perfect idea,ā Vernon says with a familiar look of mischief.Ā
āOh no, no you are not,ā you counter. He bursts out in a cackle. āVernon, you are not getting strawberry flavored condoms for Valentineās Day. We donāt even use condoms.āĀ
The laugh through Vernonās headset is just as loud. You would probably be embarrassed if it was anyone else, but Wonwoo has been in both of your lives long enough that most barriers have been erased.Ā
āNo, donāt worry, that wasnāt actually it. I have a plan,ā Vernon says and you watch him suspiciously. āPromise!ā
You decide to let it lie for the time being. At least partly, because you donāt want to keep standing there while heās playing video games. Partly because you knew it meant he would be distracted enough that you could sneak off to the bedroom to make a call about the party.Ā
Jeonghan had not been your first choice for a party planning committee because sometimes itās hard to get an actual thought out of him. Youāre not always sure what heās thinking. But, heās Seokminās best friend and one of the best schemers you know. Thankfully, these days he really only uses his talents for good. Well, it would be thankfully if you didnāt harbor a grudge over a prank he played when you first met.Ā
Miraculously, Jeonghan is also free and willing to do some final planning. Itās that stage where the final group of friends get clued in. Some friends, who shall remain nameless, had to find out much closer to the day. They just couldnāt be trusted to keep the secret. Youāre actually impressed that youāve managed to keep it from Vernon and Seokmin. You confirm that Vernon doesnāt know. He would have absolutely told you. Jeonghan also confirms that Seokmin doesnāt know because he canāt keep a secret either.Ā
When you wander back out into the living room, Vernon is still very engrossed in his game. You kiss the top of his head, watch the small smile with his eyes trained on the screen, and plop down at the other end of the couch. You prop your computer on your lap and reach for your headphones when Vernon turns to you between matches.
āWanna order in for dinner?ā he asks and you smile.
āOh from that place around the corner?ā you suggest. Vernon rolls his eyes without any real annoyance. Itās your favorite place.
āWhatever you want, babe,ā he says and turns back to the game.
Itās easy, not only because you like it, but also since you know what he orders there. Heās kind of a creature of habit. Maybe you are too, since you always want to order from the same place. Itāll give you a chance to watch a few things while waiting as well as giving Vernon the chance to keep playing with Wonwoo. The gaming is always seamless for them after years of working together.Ā
When the food arrives, Vernon finishes his last game so that he can eat with you. Itās one of the things you love about him. Heās so thoughtful with things like that. When you first moved in with him, you were a little worried. You had never lived with a partner and werenāt sure how to navigate it. As it turns out, with the right person, itās pretty easy. You leave each other to do your own things and then come together after.
āYouāre sure youāre okay with a quiet Valentineās Day?ā he asks when you curl into him after dinner.
āItās a little late if Iām not considering itās in two days,ā you say with a light laugh.
āIām being serious,ā he says.Ā
āIām good, Vernon. Iāve got you and weāre going to make something together,ā you say.
āI promise not to burn down the kitchen,ā he assures you.
āYouāve been getting a lot better,ā you say. āPlus, we also have dinner this weekend for your birthday.āĀ
āWe donāt really have to do anything crazy for my birthday, you know. Itās so close to Valentineās Day andā¦ā Vernon trails off before you press a kiss to his lips.
āI love to celebrate your birthday. Itās another year of you and everyone should be thankful for that,ā you say.Ā
Valentineās morning comes bright and early. Sun streams through the cracks in your shades. Not quite enough to wake you up, but enough for you to know that itās morning. You smile and stretch out, thinking itās probably earlier than you need to be up. As youāre considering waking Vernon up to celebrate the day when you register an emptiness.
Youāre the only one in the bed.Ā
You open your eyes and confirm what you already knew. Vernon isnāt in bed with you. The door to the bathroom is open and the light is off, so heās not in there either. Although you prefer to lay in bed to wake up, curiosity gets the better of you and propels you out of bed to the living room. The entire apartment is quiet, still. Well, still apart from your cat thatās weaving between your legs. He doesnāt seem hungry, so you think heās just wondering what youāre doing. Itās odd that he would have left the apartment so early in the morning.Ā
Padding back to the bedroom, you find your phone on the nightstand, plugged in like it always is. When you unlock it, you have a myriad of messages and notifications. Conspicuously absent, though, is a message from your boyfriend. Thereās nothing to tell you where he is or went or could be. Which is odd, yes, but mostly it just makes you a little irritated. Sure, you donāt ever want to make a big deal out of Valentineās Day. Itās plenty to spend the day with someone you love that loves you back.Ā
Vernon can be a little spacy at times. Itās not his best quality, but itās also impossibly endearing. Maybe itās because you know how much heās thinking about when heās got that look like heās never had a thought in his life. It also makes him really chill, which matches you well. He doesnāt always have to be going or doing something. But, heāll just as happily go out and be your shield because heās much more of a people person than you are.Ā
All this to say, thereās part of you that wonders if the holiday just slipped his mind. Itās not like itās a big deal, you said as much to him. But, you still expect something. Even if itās just to know where he is so early in the morning. You hate that you wonder if he forgot because you trust Vernon with your life. He can get distracted sometimes. One time, he got so caught up in a project that he entirely forgot dinner plans with his friends.Ā
The mature thing to do would be to send him a text and ask where he is or even to wish him a happy Valentineās Day. Youāre not feeling especially mature, though. And you feel very justified in that annoyance because heās the one that left early. He should be the one to let you know where he is. It should not be on you.
Trying to push the thoughts of Vernon out of your mind, you get ready for the day. Opt to leave earlier so you can buy yourself something to eat and some coffee on the way. By the time you reach work, youāre even more irritated rather than calmer. Every radio station was playing love songs that fit the genre. Every host seems to want to know what peopleās plans are for the day. The coffee shop by your office was decorated in red, white, and pink hearts with all sorts of specials for the day. When you head into the office, it only gets worse. People have flowers on their desks, are exchanging happy wishes, talking about how they canāt wait to get out of work for their plans. Some people are spending it with partners, others are spending it with friends. Either way, everyone seems to have plans that are better than whatever will be waiting when you get home. Why did Vernon have to pick today of all days to be forgetful?Ā
Your work best friend stops by your desk with the typical cup of coffee mid morning and stops in his tracks when he senses your mood.
āWhatās wrong with your face?ā Minho asks.Ā
āWow, hello to you too,ā you respond when you take the coffee from him.
āYou seem like youāre in a bad mood,ā he says.Ā
āMaybe I am,ā you answer.Ā
āBut, itās Valentineās Day and you have, like, the most perfect boyfriend. Whatās there to be mad about?ā he asks.Ā
āCanāt be the most perfect boyfriend if he was gone before I woke up and didnāt even text me to say anything,ā you say with all the irritation you feel.
That catches Minhoās attention. āIām sorry, what?āĀ
āI woke up and the bed was empty. No note. No text. Just empty,ā you say.Ā
āAnd you havenāt heard from him?ā Minho presses.
āNo,ā you say, only to be distracted by your phone lighting up.
āLooks like a message from him,ā he observes.
You quickly glance at your phone, hating how eager you feel just to hear something from him. Itās disappointing, though.
Vernon: sorry that i wasnāt there when you woke up, i had a last minute errand
Vernon: when do you think youāll be home from work?Ā
Instead of telling Minho what happened, you just hand your phone over to him. His grimace says all you need to know. Itās not an overreaction.Ā
āThatāsā¦all heās said to you today?ā he asks.
āYou can scroll to see,ā you say because he still has your phone.
āNo thanks,ā Minho says with a laugh. āI donāt wanna accidentally see something.ā
āIt was one time,ā you say, snatching your phone back with an eye roll.Ā
āAnd Iām still scarred,ā he says. āWhat are you going to say back?ā
āNothing,ā you say.
āButā¦ā he starts.
āNo, Iām not saying anything. I know Iām chill about this holiday, but to not even say anything? And what errand does he have to do at 7 in the morning?ā you ask, more irritated that you had been.
āIf you want to hold onto a grudge, who am I to stop you?ā he asks when he stands. āLet me know if he manages to get out of the dog house.āĀ
With that comment, heās off to his own desk. It usually goes something like this every day anyway. Minho shows up with coffee for you, looking to see what you have to say. Even though heās the one that has the best gossip. Sometimes, he just wants someone to share it with. Itās a nice reprieve from your irritation. One that he repeats in the afternoon, which is a break from the norm. Unfortunately, the irritation that settles in his wake is worse than before he stops by.Ā
You consider staying at work late when the end of the day comes. Itās not like youāre in a rush to head home. Thereās also a part of you that wants to punish Vernon for forgetting a holiday that you donāt even care that much about. (Okay, maybe you care, but thatās the whole point of having someone you love that also loves you to spend it with.) Staying late by yourself feels even worse when nobody else from the office is. Everyone seems to be out the door as soon as the day ends. And, despite not answering any of Vernonās messages, you know heās home. At least itāll give you the chance to figure out how to approach this.
The drive home gives you a chance to run through all sorts of conversations in your head. Youāre still stewing, a bit, because youāre upset at how the day went. But, youāre also preparing yourself to have a potentially difficult conversation with Vernon. Of course, heāll be receptive to your feelings. He always is. Itās more that youāre frustrated it happened in the first place and donāt want your feelings to seem invalid.Ā
All of that goes out the window the second you step into your apartment. The lights are low, so it takes your eyes a second to adjust. When they do, however, you see that Vernon has transformed your living room into a scene from your favorite video game. Itās like stepping into another world. Every little detail is so carefully thought out that you canāt even appreciate it all in one look. Your feet carry you forward to examine the small things. The ones that very obviously took extra effort. Youāre so busy appreciating it all that you donāt even notice Vernon coming in from the kitchen.
āI know we said no presents, but I wanted to do this anyway. Happy Valentineās Day,ā he says, pulling you out of your head.
āHow did youā¦ā you ask, unable to even finish the question.
āI found someone who had this whole set for their ex and wanted to get rid of it. He was practically giving it away, but I had to go pick it up like 2 hours away,ā he says.
You look around and can tell the level of care that went into creating this. āThatās why you were gone when I woke up?āĀ
āYeah, I left you notes on breakfast in the fridge and coffee in the microwave, but I guess you didnāt see those,ā he says.Ā
āIām so sorry,ā you say and donāt even realize that tears started to fall until Vernonās pulling you into his arms.
āItās fine, what are you sorry for?ā he asks, holding you tightly.
āI spent the whole day thinking you forgot Valentineās Day and being mad. Thatās why I didnāt answer your texts,ā you say.
āI just figured it was a busy day and you were excited to get home,ā Vernon says.
āIām so sorry,ā you repeat.
He pulls back so that he can look down at you. Wipes the tears gently away from under your eyes. āItās fine, babe. Iām not upset at you when I can be forgetful.āĀ
Nobody has ever done something like this for you. You canāt imagine how long it took to transform the living room this way. There arenāt any words you can think of to express how much it all means to you, so you just press your lips against his. Throw your hands around his neck to keep him close to you. Heās surprised, at least for a second, before he pulls you in tighter against him and kisses you back. Itās not the time to talk, at least not right now. How could you have thought this man would ever forget?Ā
āCan I show you what I was thinking about before I realized you were already gone this morning?ā you ask when you break the kiss.
āShould I be concerned?ā he asks.
āJust trust me,ā you say and pull him into the bedroom with you.Ā
Any hesitations that he may have had disappear when you resume kissing him. Your fingers nimbly undo his pants so that you can slide them down his legs. The clothes come flying off in a flurry from there, far quicker than usual for the two of you. Thereās just an urgency given the way the day went. Neither of you seems to want to let your lips leave the other. As Vernon kisses down your neck, you take the opportunity to push him back onto the bed.
Itās the first time you take a second and you appreciate how beautiful he is laying on the bed. The lean lines of his muscle, his eyes hungry as they drink your body in, the way his cock rests heavily on his stomach. You need to do something, though. You nudge his legs apart as you settle yourself onto the bed between them.Ā
āYou donāt have toā¦ā he starts and youāre quick to cut him off.
āI want to,ā you insist.Ā
And you do. You take his cock into your hand and lick a stripe up it. Itās not enough, though, so you spit into your hand so you can run it along his length. He shudders under your touch. Once you wrap your lips around his tip, you pull a groan out of him. For just a second, his eyes close and his head lolls back on the pillow. Itās so pretty to watch him from this angle. To know that this man, usually so relaxed and chill, is so wound up under your power. Itās not long before heās watching you, though. Letting out a stream of praise for how good you look with his cock in your mouth. How it turns him on, how you know just how to use your tongue. You hollow out your cheeks and itās more than he can take.
Vernon pulls you up so that he can kiss you, so hard that you lose your breath. Youāre a little off balance, which makes it easier for him to flip your positions. Now heās the one between your legs. That same fervor is back when he spreads your lips so he can lick up your entrance. Heās always been insanely good with his mouth. Itās actually unfair. When his thumb circles your clit, you see stars for a second and arch your back into his mouth. All you can do is watch as he works his tongue in and out of your cunt. The thumb on your clit is bordering on too much sensation. Makes it hard for you to watch him even though you love the sight of him between your legs.Ā
āFuck, Vernon, I need more,ā you whine.Ā
āI should make you draw it out,ā he says, still so close to your pussy that you can feel his breath.
āPlease, Vernon, please,ā you beg. You know itāll make him cave.
āSince you asked so nicely,ā he answers.
He runs his fingers through your folds before sliding one into your pussy. The moment his mouth finds your clit, he inserts a second finger and pumps into you at a punishing pace. Itās everything you can do not to squirm under his efforts. As it is, the words coming out of your mouth are entirely incoherent. What you want to say is that heās a god with both his mouth and his fingers. That he knows just how to fit you where you need him most. That nobody has ever felt as good as him.
What you manage to yell out: āOh my fucking god, Iām gonna come.āĀ
Vernon hums against your clit and itās all too much. Your release is nearly instant. You donāt even notice how he guides you through your high or that he doesnāt remove his fingers until your body stops shaking. Miss the way he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you. Not that you would mind. His lips wander down your neck to your chest, kissing all the way. He loves your breasts, loves the soft skin there. Loves to nip and watch the way you react. Most of all, he loves to leave marks there. Even if you wonāt let him mark you where other people can see (at least, not often), youāll always let him mark up your chest. He roughly sucks a mark into your sensitive skin and you squirm.Ā
Any other time, you would let him enjoy it. Let him take his time. Not today. You need to feel him. Need to have that connection with him. He seems to realize it too.
āRoll over on your side,ā he directs.Ā
You hasten to do exactly what he asks. He slides right in behind you and you bring your leg forward a little so that itāll be easier on him. One of his arms slides under your neck. The other lines his cock up at your entrance. He presses lightly, at least at first, giving you time before heās fully inside you. No matter how many times you and Vernon fuck, youāll never be fully prepared for the way he feels. Itās the most perfect type of full. Just enough of a stretch without it being overwhelming.Ā
Itās only a second before he starts moving, with his hand on your stomach. Not too fast. Just enough to give you the relief that you need. Not enough that itās going to push you over the edge again. Youāre still sensitive, though. The connectedness of your bodies is exactly what you need. Itās intimate in all the ways that you couldnāt tell him that you needed. But, he knows. Of course, he knows. This man knows you better than anyone else, a fact clear in how he thrusts into you.
Vernonās free hand moves from your stomach up to your breast. He rolls your nipple between his fingers and you groan out. Thatās the other best part about your relationship with Vernon. There isnāt a need for constant communication during sex. He knows what you like and you know what he likes. He knows how to interrupt your moans and your pleas. Knows when to pick up the pace.Ā
Itās entirely too soon when you feel your second orgasm coming on. āIām close, oh my god.āĀ
āI know, baby, just come for me,ā Vernon urges as he continues to thrust hard into you.
Despite that, you try to hold out because you know that heās not there yet, can feel it in the way he fucks into you. Itās a losing battle, though, and you end up coming even harder than the first time. Vernon fucks through your high before slowing down to give you a minute to breath. Always so considerate of what you need.
āItās okay, keep going,ā you urge.
He doesnāt have to ask if youāre sure, he can feel it in the way you clench around him. Makes him groan as he moves again. Youāre still a little out of it from the two orgasms, so it doesnāt register just how sensitive you are. You tilt your head so that you can kiss him. Catch all his groans with your lips. Partly since you know how much the intimacy of it all means to him. Know that itāll send him over the edge.Ā
A minute later it does just that. Even though you feel spent, he manages to pull a third orgasm out of you with his own. Thereās a moment when youāre both catching your breath that neither of you move or even say anything. It gives you a moment to remember just how much you love him. Vernon slides out of you carefully and you roll over so that you can face him.
āI love you,ā he says with a soft smile, fingers gently moving a few strands of hair away from your face.
āI love you, too,ā you say.Ā
āDo we have to get up right now?ā he asks.
You shake your head and let him pull you into his body. His arms feel strong and safe around you. Like home, which is what heās always been for you. From entirely too early into the relationship. A feeling thatās only grown in the time youāve been together.
āIām sorry,ā you say again.Ā
āYou donāt need to be, ā Vernon assures you. āIām forgetful sometimes and youāve been busy lately. I figured this was a good way to say thank you for everything you do.ā
āWhat? The sex?ā you joke.Ā
He huffs into your hair. āI take it all back.ā
You pull back to look at him. āIt was perfect. Almost as perfect as you.āĀ
A light blush creeps up. āI donāt know about that.āĀ
āI do,ā you whisper into his skin when you cuddle back against his chest.
āWe still have to cook dinner,ā he says.
āLetās just order something. I donāt want to move from this spot right now,ā you say.
āWe can stay as long as you want,ā he says.
Forever, you think. Thatās how long you want to stay with him. Itās never felt more real than it does right now. You think, by the way he holds you, that maybe he wants to be with you forever too. It may have gotten out to a rocky start, but it ends up being the most perfect Valentineās Day of your life.Ā
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I'm thinking about you often and wish you peace and quiet ā„ļø even if we don't talk much, I consider you as a friend and I care about you.
What about Joel and his wife not talking, they have some quiet days. Wife is not happy, because Joel is not helping around the house and being busy at work, Joel forgot about her birthday. After he got home from work, his wife was like... gone.
He was going crazy, because she was not answering the phone, and it was late already. When she finally returned home, he was asking where she was, and it turned out, she was spending time with her friends, because they celebrated her birthday that Joel forgot about.
"Joel, do you even love me? I'm not angry, I'm just little tipsy and sad. Do you want divorce? Because I see we are not doing so well nowadays. I love you, but you are not loving me back, don't you?"
Joel is shocked and little angry. How his wife, most important person on earth for him, can think stuff like that. He loves her, he loves her so deeply, but he is not willing to admit that.
"you say dumb things, you are drunk, go to bed." Results in weeping and sniffles.
No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
A/N: thank you thank you thank you honey, I love you so much you have no idea how much better your ask made me feel, your words are so sweet. I consider you my friend too, you're incredible honey šš love you šš«
Also, this ask being so close to my bday (2 weeks from now) hit differently, so I'll change it just slightly to fit an idea I'd been working on, if it's okay? Love you š
INSPIRED BY THE SONG: I hate this part - Pussycat Dolls
ā¢ Joel grinded his teeth as he focused on the road; it was dark, raining and hard to see and he couldn't be angrier to be out so late at night having to pick you up from a night out with your friends; you knew he had work the next morning, so why did you do that to him? Not to mention the ugly stare you were giving him, which caused him to groan again
ā¢ you on the other hand, couldn't believe his nerve to give you shit like that, what was he even thinking about? You didn't know if Joel was acting up to punish you or if he had literally forgotten about it, it annoyed you to death, but annoyed wasn't really the right word, it angered you, because you never dreamed your husband could be that insensitive towards you
ā¢ Joel was driving faster than usual, he gripped the steering wheel and you could tell his knuckles were white, you sighed and looked out the window, disbelief growing as Joel wasn't going to say anything at. all. it was just so unfair of his reaction, considering he was the one acting up like a major asshole and not the other way around
ā¢ it hurt and angered you, he had no right to treat you like that, especially not after he was doing, he had no right to do so and when he ignored you a couple of times you called his name, you had enough
"stop the car, Joel!"
"what? No, I'm not gonna stop it"
"stop the car right now Joel, do it or I'll open this door!!!"
ā¢ you raised your voice at him, something you had never done it, but at that moment, it didn't matter, he'd pushed your buttons and you didn't want to be around him at all
"STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"
ā¢ you yelled again, and he finally pulled over, there were still a few blocks until you got home, but you didn't care, you got out of the car slamming the door behind you and didn't look back, it baffled you what a jerk Joel was really being, it didn't make any sense to you
ā¢ Joel on the other hand was so angry, he couldn't even word how pissed off you made him feel at that moment, he parked the car and went after you, groaning at how stubborn you were being
ā¢ it didn't take very long for him to reach you and grab your arm, pulling you closer
"what the fuck are you doing?!"
"it's my birthday you asshole! My fucking birthday and you forgot about it! Or you simply don't care about me to the point of not saying anything... Does it make any sense now that I was out celebrating? Because my fucking boyfriend couldn't remember"
ā¢ you said just as angrily, you were tired of Joel acting up as if he was the right one and not you; you broke free from his grip and walked away, you didn't want anything to do with that man at that moment
ā¢ Joel was shocked, his heart shattered at his own insensitivity and shook his head; he'd indeed forgotten about it, he'd just been so absorbed and stressed about work it simply slipped away from his mind
ā¢ but it didn't matter, he knew how bad it was and how deeply he'd hurt you and Joel wasn't going to forgive himself just as he knew you wouldn't forgive him either
ā¢ he asked you to wait, he needed to apologize and see what he could do to make things better: perhaps there was still time to take you out for dinner? Maybe the malls were still open and you could pick a present for yourself?
ā¢ but it wasn't as simple as he thought, when he asked you what he could do to redeem himself, all you did was shake your head and sigh
"there's nothing to be done, Joel... About this or about us... I think we should break up"
ā¢ you said and began walking away from him, at that moment, you and Joel couldn't be together anymore, it broke your heart but it was what you had to do
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People know you from all corners of the internet. I'm telling you- YOURE POPULAR *SHAKING YOU*
NOT POPULAR....but I've been around š
I've experienced the lows of content creation, I've experienced the highs... again, "popular" is a state of a blog, not a label (unless you're a celebrity I guess)
I will always go back to being itty bitty... And maybe I'll experience another boom! Haha! I've experienced it all and I've made peace with that!!
I don't think I'm that big yet huhu,,š
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Feel free to not write this my love. I know you donāt think you can write for her but Iām here anyway.
Can I have a Alicent hightower smut request. Maybe she is helping the reader de stress (I really need it right now my brain is in peaces) but with some breast play of her doing it to the reader? And some praise ? Honestly it doesnāt have to be here, could be some random person I just need this.
(Iām going to jump off a roof) (stressed Batman)
ź° ššš šššššāš ššššššš | ššššššš. ź±
ą³ amira speaks! : my darling wife Ash! š„ŗ I truly hope you feel better now, my love. This is my first time writing for Alicent + breast play, so I hope you like it, and it makes you feel better! All I can do for my Batwife, I will. š
ĖĖĖ ź° summary : request above. ā”
ĖĖĖ ź° word count : 441.
ĖĖĖ ź° genre : smut, drabble, WLW.
ĖĖĖ ź° pairing : Alicent Hightower x (fem!)Reader
ā click here if you want to request a drabble for my followers milestone celebration! drabbles open from February 14th, to February 19th.
āMy Queen,ā
The sound of soft pleas and hushed moans echoed through your private chambers. Your eyes were closed shut, with your head thrown back as your lips were partly open, allowing all type of sounds to escape deep from your throat. As you sat on the edge of your bed, your nails dug deeply into the silk sheets beneath you.
A proud smile grew at the corner of the Green Queenās rosy lips. Her lips delicately placed kissed on your areola, occasionally nibbling on your flesh as her other hand gropped your free breast; her thumb stimulating your needy nipple by caressing it gently, yet firmly. āMy sweet love,ā she whispered against your overstimulated skin. Alicent had found her way to remove the stress accumulated on you. You were too precious for her, she couldnāt tolerate the thought of you carrying any type of burden ā and any way she could think of pleasing you, she would use it.
Needily, your hand went to the back of her head; your fingers intertwining between strands of her brunette curls, feeling your cunt become increasingly wet as her lips greedily took your nipple, feeling her tongue suckle on it as she moaned against you. Her hand clawed on your breast, massaging your hardened nipple. For a moment, she pulled out from sucking on your tit, but her glossy lips grasped against your flesh as her stare moved up to your features, which was drowned in pleasure. A gasp escaped from you, abruptly feeling her mouth leave your breast for a moment.
āYouāre so incredibly beautiful, my love.ā your gaze moved downwards at her, weakly begging for her attention, as the Queen proved slightly upwards your neck to press a loving, delicate smooch against it. Her lips lingered on your skin for a few long seconds before she pulled apart, fixing her coffee eyes on yours. A rosy hue formed on your cheeks as you panted continuously from the stimulation.
āYou are such a good, pretty girl. Youāre my good girl.ā she praised, pressing one last kiss on your chin, before lowering back to your breasts. Her mouth ravenously took your other stimulated breast, the one she had used her thumb to caress it, needily feeding and sucking from it ā using her tongue to stroke your hardened nipple. A loud growl escaped from you, as you instinctively moved your body forward to give her more access.
āMy poor sweet girl, so stressed.ā she cooed, in between ragged breaths, as her fingernails scraped against the skin of your other breast. āBut I will take good care of you. Youāre mine now, all mine.ā
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