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Hi could I please request a Lute x GN! Reader where Lute and reader get into an argument before the failed extermination and reader dies?

( if you aren’t comfy please ignore this ask ^^ thank youu )

But huge warning? This is a darkish fic. Like its detailed- kinda

I'm gonna mix this with an idea I was actually making similar to this request if you don't mind♡

Warning(s): cannibalsm(..there's cannibals around), blood. War. DEATH(a littke detailed) like? Implied what's happening. just? Very sad, slight toxic relationship?(lute doesn't understand-)

Lute x Reader

Fights were common. Especially in relationships. Only difference in heaven given how usually no one fights. Unless your lover happened to be lute.

Most fights with lute don't typically end with a screaming match. But in this case, it did. It was the worst fight you've ever had with her. You assumed it was from whatever Adam did. But now? As your pacing ignoring her as she screamed her head off at you. You don't know.

You don't even know what triggered her violent self. Sighing, you shook your head. "Lute. You're a cruel woman, " which? Set her off into a rose tantrum, sighing, rubbing your head at the growing headache. From these arguments, you opened your mouth to apologize just to get this over with

"Drop dead Y/N" she snarled out before freezing. Everything became quiet as you stared at her, confused, shocked? You didn't know what to feel. Turning you did what you should have done.

You walked away

Not once since your fight did you go back home. You didn't want to talk to her. Fight anymore, especially now as you trained for the next battle. Going to the hotel itself.

Frowning, you sighed, ignoring how Adam himself moved to try and convince you to talk to Lute "no Adam. She knows she fucked up. She needs to apologize, " you snarled, glaring at his attempt to again fix you both up. Walking right past him you sighed.

You both knew? Lute would never apologize. Her pride is too big.

If anything, she expects you to apologize to her for starting something(even though she did) closing your eyes to ignore the regret. Ignore the need to find her. Kiss her. Tell her everything is going to be fine- wrap her in your wings and hold your mate. But you don't. You walk right past her training

She needed to do it. You won't hold her hand through this. It's her responsibility to take care of her mistakes.

The battle was a mess. It's a huge mess. Everyone was dying. Angels demons - all around you was just blood shed.' Your missing leg was evidence of this matter. Closing your eyes behind your broken mask, you smiled. Lute would be fine. She's safe. She'd get out

That's all that mattered to you

You prayed Lute wouldn't find you. Prayed she would just fight leave with Adam like usual and just go home during arguments. Just have faith you'd come home.

Your lip quivered as memories with her flashed through your mind. All the good the bad. Everything. As footsteps and cackling was heard around you. A tear ran down your face

"I love you lute" was all you could say before hands grabbed at you.

Lute was in a panic flying around the blood shed searching high and low for you. Where the fuck can you have gone? Snarling easily sliced a demon, not even looking before she paled getting pissed the usual Lute as she stared at you cornered by cannibals watching you' as If? They were waiting for something to happen.

Lute flew fast, which was hard given the state of her bleeding wing plus missing arm? It wasn't gonna be easy "YOU LET THEM GO YOU FUCKER" she screamed filled with rage and panic.

Please. Don't take them- not them

Tears mixed with her blood as she landed on the ground on her two feet, rushing forward to fight to save you before hands pushed her down those bloodied cannibals forming around the two of you like a ring.

PLEASE- DONT FUCKING TAKE THEM. Is all that's going through her mind. She lost Adam. She was too late but- not you' not her dove. Not her lover. Not her life

"UNHAND THEM -" she screamed out as panic setting in once more as she - too weak from blood loss - was pinned forced to watch as the cannibals above you began their meal. Tearing your once gorgeous white wings off that gold blood splattering everywhere

She couldn't hear anything besides your screens. God. Those begs of Freedom and someone else's screams - before she realized the one screaming was her as she screamed bloody murder. Screamed for you to be let go' to get a chance at life. You didn't deserve this. "TAKE ME. IM THE ONE YOU WHAT NOT THEM THEY DONT DESERVE THIS PLEASE -" How pathetic. Her once cold, strong, commanding voice now broken hoarse clear pain as she begged for your life

She couldn't help but scream even louder as they mauled you like some starved animals given a meal for the first time in weeks. As if I had never been fed before - screaming loudly, she didn't stop until she no longer could anymore.

Until she tasted the blood eyes closing, no longer able to look at your mangled body. How bone poked out chewed up like dogs eat their bones. Hiding her face into the dirt screaming muffled that sickening crunch of bones shattering

She doesn't remember what happened next. Doesn't remember grabbing your halo with Adam's clinging to then as someone dragged her away. Looking she sobbed, unlike how Adam had a body. There was none. Just a golden ground. They ate you. Every single piece. Clothing and all. The only way she knew you were there was for the halo they allowed her to grab. The blood on the floor, as the cannibal who watched her licked the blood

She's going to make them pay. Screaming in rage. She'll make them all pay. She'll kill every single one of those fucking demons. Those vile things. She'll avenge her boss- Adam. And more importantly, avenge you. Her one and only love

Staring at them all, she spoke for the final time full of venom. Hate. "I'll kill each and every one of you"

Later, as she sat on your shared bed, unable to look in your side of the bed, she let herself grieve alone. Sob for Adam. But here and now? She sobbed for her true love. The one who would COULD own her heart. Soul and all.

The last interaction she had with you made her sob harder. Why was she cruel? Why was she such a fucking bitch? She didn't deserve you. She couldn't protect you. Hell, she couldn't even show she loved you -

As she held the picture of the two of you, she choked sobbing out, "I didn't even say I love you-" The last thing she ever spoke to you, her lover? Wasn't a gentle thing, but rather her telling you to drop dead. "I'm so sorry, my dove -"

And you did.

And lute? Has to live with that. Forever.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 25 days

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How I See You/ 2

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.3k

Includes- Angst, marking, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, missionary sex, love making, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Two days later

Yoongi POV

Standing in front of her apartment door, I breathe in then ring the bell, hoping she won't slam the door in my face when she sees it's me

She should

I let her get hurt, I let Mia scream at her, say those things to her, threaten her

I didn't check to see if she was ok

I know she was bleeding but I didn't do anything but hold Mia back

I let her get in her car and drive away, not knowing if she was in any condition to drive

I'm a horrible person

So if she tells me to fuck off, I deserve it

The lock turning takes me out of my thoughts and I hold my breath, so scared

The door opens and she's there, looking at me in bewilderment

"Yoongi?", she asks, sticking her head out and looking in the hallway, "Is uh...is Mia here?"

I shake my head, whispering, "No Jo"

I'm trying hard not to break down as I look at her

Her left eye is black and blue and she has a huge bandage on her right temple

This is my fault

She was hurt because of me

Because I just left her that night we were together, because I avoided her calls, her texts

If I just answered her she wouldn't have come to my house and she wouldn't be hurt

"Uh Yoongi? What...uh...do you need something?"

"Can I come in?", I ask

Hesitation fills her face, "I uh...I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want Mia coming after me. I'm not really able to fight right now"

I shake my head, "I'm not with Mia anymore"

"Huh?"

"I broke up with Mia. She'll never hurt you again. I swear"

She blinks, "You broke up...why?"

"I..I can explain. Can I come in?", I ask again

"Uh, yeah, ok", she nods, stepping back, letting me in

She closes the door then I follow her to the couch where it looks like she was laying with the blankets and pillows

She sits, turning the TV off as I sit next to her

"Vegging on the couch?", I ask

"Oh yeah", she nods, "I wasn't feeling too good after Mia...I went to the doctor. He told me I had a mild concussion and I should rest for a few days"

"A concussion?", I gasp

She was hurt worse than I thought

"Just a baby one. It's not a big deal. I'm fine. Just need to take Tylenol for the headache, keep the lights dim", she says, looking anywhere but at me, "And I get a few days off of work so that's always a plus"

"I'm sorry", I whisper, hating myself for letting her get hurt

She's my best friend, I've always kept her safe and I failed her

"It's not your fault Yoongi"

"Yes-"

"No, it's really not. You couldn't have known that Mia would hit me. Or that I'd fall down the stairs. You didn't even know I was coming", she insists, "It's not your fault and I don't blame you so don't blame yourself"

"I don't think I can not blame myself", I tell her

"Well...stop it", she says

"I'll try"

She nods, an awkward silence that was never between us before rising

"So uh....you broke up with Mia?", she asks

"Yes"

"Why?"

"She hurt you Jo. She hit you, she yelled at you, called you horrible names", I say in surprise, "She threatened you to keep you away from me"

She couldn't think I would stay with someone like that

With someone who hurt her?

"Yeah but...you...you didn't say anything", she says quietly, "You didn't tell her to stop or argue with her. I assumed you.... agreed with her"

I look at her, horrified that she thinks I would actually agree with her staying away from me

"No Jo! Of course I didn't agree with her!", I say adamantly, "Everything was happening so fast and I was trying to make sure she couldn't get around me to get to you. When I turned around, you were running away"

She shakes her head, "Ok but that's something that you could of forgiven her for. After all you did cheat on her, she was hurt and she just reacted. I can say I wouldn't have flown off the handle either"

"You would never hit someone", I point out

She shrugs, "I'm not a fighter"

Yeah she is, just not in the physical way

"So that's it? You didn't even talk to her about what she did? You didn't try to make it work?"

I take a breath, psyching myself up to tell her the real reason why I broke up with Mia

"Jo, what happened with Mia...her hitting you...that was just the last reason I broke up with her", I tell her, "The truth is when you came to my house, I had already broken up with her. That day"

"Wait what? Really?"

I nod, "About an hour before you showed up, I told her about me and you. That we slept together. And that it wasn't working out with me and her, that I didn't want to be with her and we should break up. She was screaming at me for forty five minutes when you came"

She looks at me so confused, "Uh ok. I still don't get it though. Why were you breaking up with her at all? You didn't tell her you cheated on her all this time so why tell her at all? And from what she was yelling at me, it seems like she was going to forgive you and stay with you"

She was but I didn't want that

It was over a long time ago with Mia

Her flirting was getting to me and I tolerated it for as long as I could

She convinced me that she was as good as I would ever get, it was just flirting and if I complained about it she would do it more

That's not what a relationship should be

And that night with my best friend opened my eyes

"She would have forgiven me, if I wanted to stay with her"

"So why didn't you?", she asks

Facing her, her beautiful dark brown eyes lock on mine and I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers

Fire races in every nerve in my body, the world falling away until it's just her

Just like it did the first time I kissed her

She kisses me back for a second before pulling away, shock in her eyes

"I broke up with her because I want you", I confess, "I love you"

Her eyes widen as her mouth parts slightly in surprise, "What?"

"I...I don't know Jo, it's like that one night just opened my eyes", I tell her, "I had...been feeling....jealous, I guess, of the guys you went out with. And the day Hongjoong came to the bar with us? I was so annoyed he was there. I was infuriated every time I thought about you sleeping with him that night because I knew you were going to. I didn't even care that Mia was flirting with him"

"I...what?", she says, her mouth hanging open and it's so fucking cute

A cute little fish

"I convinced myself I was angry about you sleeping with him because he was your ex and I didn't want him to hurt you"

"That...wasn't the reason?"

I shake my head, "No. After we...I knew it was because I had feelings for you. Because I'm in love with you"

She gapes at me, "But you stayed away from me for over a month! You ignored all my calls, all my texts. I thought you wanted to end our friendship"

I shake my head, "I...I was scared ok? That night with you....it was the best night I ever had. The things you said about me...the way I just wanted you the entire time...the way you wanted me, it freaked me out. I didn't know if you really felt anything for me and I wasn't sure if I should take the risk to see if you did. I didn't want to mess up our friendship. The entire time I was away from you, I was trying to figure out what to do"

"I...I had no idea. I thought you regretted it", she says softly

"Never. I never did. I was just-"

"Freaking out?", she says, smiling softly

I nod, "Yeah. But I missed you so much, I just wanted to be near you and I couldn't deny it or try to talk myself out of it anymore. I called Mia to come over and I broke up with her. You coming over that day was pure fucking coincidence"

I couldn't believe it when the door opened and she was there

I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me

Until Mia hit her and I saw her fall

Then I realized that she was really there and I had to keep Mia from hurting her more

"I knew you were hurt Jo and I wanted to come here right away but I was worried you blamed me. I didn't know if you wanted to see me or not, so I decided to give you a few days", I explain, "But I'm going crazy without you. I was so stupid, so blind, I didn't see that my perfect girl was right in front of my face"

"Perfect?", she whispers, blushing

I nod, "Perfect. You're perfect Jo. Everything I could ever want in a girl and so much more. More than I deserve"

She shakes her head, "You deserve everything Yoongi. You're worth everything and anything. I told you that"

I nod

She did

That and so many more things I didn't think anyone saw in me

But she does

Taking her hand, I hold on tightly, "Jo, if you let me, I swear I will never let you get hurt again. I swear I will protect you. I swear I'll show you everyday how much I love you. How much I want you. How much you mean to me. Because you mean everything to me"

She smiles softly, tilting her head as she looks at me, teasing me, "Yeah I think I can let you do that"

A huge smile bursts on my face as I realize she said yes

She's mine

"I love you Yoongi", she says, those words sending my heart into overdrive, "I always have and I promise I'll show you how much you mean to me too. You're the only one I ever wanted"

"You have me jagi", I assure her, "All of me"

Pulling her to me, I kiss her again, happiness taking over as electricity runs up my spine

Her arms move around my neck and it feels like I'm home

Getting her in my lap, I stand up to make my way to her room

Her lips leave mine, pressing kisses into my neck, right into the spots that feel fucking amazing

I make it to her room, getting us on the bed

We fumble with our clothes, pulling them off and tossing them all over the room

I don't care what is ripped, where it lands as long as it's off her

When we're both naked, I sit up, looking down at her in awe

She is so fucking gorgeous and I don't know how I didn't see it before

How I was so fucking blind

Not only is her face stunning, her body is gorgeous and her personality is perfect

She's perfect

I run my hands on her body, my fingers tracing the sternum tattoo she has

When I first saw her naked last time, I had no idea she had tattoos too

She has none that are visible but under her clothes she has a lot

Her sternum, her ribs, her stomach, her thighs, her back

So many vibrant colors, so many lines for me to trace and kiss

And I will do that but right now I just want to be with her

She's mine now, I have so much time to study each tattoo she has

"You're so beautiful", I tell her, lifting my eyes to hers

Her cheeks redden as she looks at me shyly

I've never seen her look shy before and I fucking love it

Leaning over her, I kiss her soft sweet lips, a soft sigh coming from her

Smiling against her lips, I kiss her, then move my lips to her neck

"Yoongi", she moans when I kiss a spot in the crook of her neck, "Don't stop"

I kiss that spot, licking her skin then sucking slightly before letting go

"No, please more"

"It'll leave hickies", I tell her

Not that I would mind covering her in hickies but I don't know if she's want that

"Leave them", she says, surprising me, "Want them. Please"

I just nod, going back to sucking on her skin

I slide my hand down her body slowly, feeling her skin tremble

I like that a lot

Moving my lips to a different spot on her neck, I suck again as my hand moves to her pussy, feeling how wet she is

My god, she's soaked

"So wet for me baby", I murmur, leaving another hickie a few centimeters away from the last one, "I make you like this?"

She nods, whimpering, "Yes. Always Yoongi. It was always you. Always you"

I'm so happy to hear that and also so surprised that I didn't see her feelings for so long

Such an idiot

I could of had her all this time

I could of been happy all this time

But now I will be

Better late than never

"I love you", I whisper into her skin, now leaving hickies across her collarbone

"I love you Yoongi", she moans

God, I can never get enough of hearing that

Kissing further down her chest, I suck on her skin as I slowly push two fingers in her cunt

I feel her pussy suck my fingers in, clenching so tightly, a loud moan coming from those gorgeous lips

Kissing and sucking on the skin of her boob, I move my fingers, pulling them out then shoving them back in

"Yoongi!", she cries, her body shivering as I start finger fucking her pretty cunt

Her pussy waters my hand, making a loud wet sound as she takes my fingers

I move my thumb to her clit, rubbing quickly as I bite down on her boob

She cries out in pleasure, her hand snaking into my hair and tugging hard

Burying my fingers inside, I press hard on her spot, her body arching and shaking, calling my name loudly

"There Yoongi! Please!"

"Of course jagi. Anything for my baby"

Massaging her spot, I play with her clit at the same time, moving my mouth around her nipple and sucking softly

Her hips move, meeting my fingers, making them slide in deeper and hitting her spot with every wet thrust

Her little clit throbs under my thumb and I can't fucking wait to have it in my mouth

I've been craving her since the last time, desperately wanting to taste her again

Switching to her other nipple, I play and nibble on it, adding another finger, her hole stretching to make room

"Good girl", I murmur when she moans and her cunt clenches around my fingers so hard, "Gonna clench like that around my cock?"

"Yes!", she cries, her body shaking as she cums, squirting all over my hand, "Yes, yes, yes, Yoongi!"

I keep moving my hand through her orgasm until she finishes

Letting go of her nipple, I lift my head, satisfaction in her gaze

She lifts her head, her mouth against mine in a hot kiss, her tongue already down my throat

And I answer in kind, my tongue against hers

She holds me close to her, her fingers bunching in my hair and I can feel how much she wants me

Like I can touch her desire for me

It's something I haven't felt from anyone in a long time and I'm so grateful I'm feeling it from her

From the girl I love

Pulling gently away, I smile, kiss her cheek, then starting from her neck, I slowly lick down her body

"Fuck, Yoongi", she murmurs, her skin trembling under my tongue, her sweat tasting so good

I reach her open legs and immediately lick along her pussy so softly it's like I'm not even touching her

Her thighs quiver around my head as I run the tip of my tongue in barely there licks

"Yoongi", she whimpers, goosebumps rising on her thighs under my hands

I move my tongue along her slit, the tip opening her swollen pussy lips, tasting her juice

So good

Dropping my tongue down, I circle her hole, feeling her pussy try to pull my tongue in

Giving in, I sink my tongue inside her, moaning as she clenches hard around me, her juice rushing into my mouth

I swallow, pulling my tongue out, then moving back in slowly, feeling her cunt throb

Each pulse is going straight to my incredibly hard cock

Swiping my tongue up, I lick her clit, a loud moan escaping her, her hand plunging in my hair, holding my head on her

I get the hint and lavish her throbbing clit with lick after lick

Her hips move, grinding her pussy against my face, soaking me so much it's running down my neck

And I just revel in it, sliding my tongue down and burying my face in her pussy

"Yoongi", she cries, her back arching as I continue to pleasure her

I could literally stay in between her legs for hours

And now that she's mine I can

"Baby", I murmur, rubbing the tip of my tongue against her clit again, "Wanna taste your cream"

"Fuck", she whimpers

"Please jagi", I ask, sucking on her clit, feeling it throb against my lips, sending pleasure down my spine, "Want you to cum in my mouth"

Speeding up my mouth, I tug on her bump harder and faster, her entire body shaking on the bed

She's close and I'm so excited

Giving her a long suck, she screams my name, her hips snapping in my face as she cums

I immediately drop my tongue down, into her hole, feeling her pussy cum all over it

I moan loudly, the pulses feeling so fucking good, her sweet sweet cream filling my mouth and I swallow eagerly

"So good jagi", I moan, between swallows, "So fucking good"

When she finishes, I continue to lick her cunt, making sure I get every last drop

Then I press kiss after kiss up her body, her skin jumping against my lips

Getting to her lips, I kiss her, moving on top of her, her legs wrapping around me

I sink my aching cock into her pussy, moaning from the relief I feel, her cunt opening slightly for me to slide in then latching on tightly

"Oh god", I whimper against her lips, "So good. Fuck so good"

The pleasure of just getting inside her is intense, just washing over every inch of my body

Sitting up, I open her legs wide and watch her cunt take my cock, her tiny hole splitting open so wide as I bottom out

"Fuck, Yoongi", she whimpers

"Feels good?", I ask, my breathing increasing

"Yes, fuck yes, so good", she cries

"Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to see this pussy wrapped around my cock again", I murmur, loving how good we look together, "How much I wanted to be back inside you. Feel your kisses, your arms around me, your skin against mine. You were all I thought about this entire time we were apart"

"You were all I thought about too Yoongi. I just wanted you. I always wanted you"

Now I know

I had no idea before but now I know

And I'm completely hers

"I'm yours now jagi", I assure her, "You can have me anytime you want. I promise"

"You can have me too naekkeo", she whispers, a huge smile bursting on my face from the pet name

"I want you now jagi", I tell her

"I want you now too Yoongi"

I nod, pushing her legs to her chest, I pull my cock out of her warm pussy, then burying back inside in one shot

That one move snaps something inside me and I start moving fast and hard

She screams my name, her pussy so pretty on my cock

Her swollen pussy lips petaling open, her little clit throbbing, her cunt soaking me thoroughly

Her clenching around my cock is so tight, the bliss increasing with each thrust into her

I'm sweating so much and I push my hair back off my face

I swear I've never been as sweaty during sex as I've been with her

She just unleashes something in me, a desire for her that I've never felt before

I need her

I need to be with her

I ram my cock deep into her, making sure I hit her spot, listening to her yell for me to go harder

Which I do

The sound of our skin hitting each other gets louder the faster I move, her cunt creaming my cock like a fountain with each hit to her spot

Just coat after coat of pretty cream, a thick ring of it forming around the base of my dick

Such a fucking pretty sight that I know I'm going to want to keep seeing again and again

Everyday

"Your pussy looks so pretty creaming my cock like this", I murmur, watching her hole strain around my thick base

"Yoongi", she cries

God, her screams of my name are so fucking beautiful

I'm not used to having my name screamed

Ever

Mia never did it

And the first time Joanne screamed my name when she came, I was floored

But then she did it again

And again

And I will do anything to hear that

To hear her scream, whimper, whine, whisper my name

During sex and outside of sex

Just hearing her say my name, in her gorgeous voice, fuck I love it

I crave it

Her body arches and move my arm around her, holding her against me, ploughing her into the bed

Her eyes are watery, some tears falling down her face as she looks at me with completely fucked out eyes

I smirk, increasing my movements, feeling her cunt strangle my cock

"Cum for me jagi", I tell her, pounding her tiny pussy, splitting her on my dick, "Want to feel you fall apart on my cock again"

She whimpers, her fingers twisting in the sheets so hard, her body quaking with each thrust

"God baby, I crave it", I egg her on, "The whole month I just wanted to feel you cum all over my cock. Squeeze my dick so tightly as you throb and completely soak me"

"Oh god, baby", she moans, so close

"Can you give it to me?", I ask, "Please, give it to me"

I want it right now

Burying deep into her, her body squirms as she cums, her pussy clamping and choking on my cock

"Yoongi!", she screams, her pussy gushing cream, utter pleasure hitting me hard

I choke back a yell, pushing back my orgasm and just feel the intense pleasure

I can't, it feels too fucking good

I feel her hands grabbing at my arms and I let go of her legs

She pulls me down on top of her, her lips crashing against mine, kissing me desperately

Her hips start moving, grinding on my cock, her small hands on my back, clinging onto me

I meet her small thrusts, slipping in deeper, loving the way she takes my cock so easily

Her hands slide slowly up and down my back as we move together, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in every single molecule of my body

I run my hand up her body, her skin trembling under each of my fingertips

I move my kisses to her neck, loving the soft moans coming from her

Lifting my head, I watch her in pleasure, watching the way her body shakes for me, the light sheen of sweat on her body, her hair wet with it

She's so fucking beautiful, so ethereal, like an angel

She is

My angel

"So beautiful", I tell her, her eyes moving to mine, "You're so beautiful Jo. My beautiful jagi"

She smiles her gorgeous smile, my heart racing, the breath leaving my lungs

"I love you Yoongi"

"I love you Joanne. So fucking much"

She nods, "So much naekkeo"

She kisses me passionately, her hands moving around my neck, her fingers burying in my hair

As I kiss her, I move up a little, my arm sliding around her, pulling her up with me, keeping her right against me, skin against skin, my lips and tongue locked onto hers

I slam my other hand on the bed, holding us up as I roll my hips slowly, burying my cock inside her again and again

I can feel every inch of her pussy open for me, feel every drop of cream on my cock, feel every suck of my cock as she tugs me inside, every spasm

I feel every move her fingers make in my hair, every press of her lips, her tongue against mine, every bead of sweat mixing with mine

All my senses are tuned into her

After a few more strokes, she orgasms, her pussy fluttering around my dick, utterly wetting me

"Yoongi", she whimpers, leaning her forehead against mine, her breath against my lips

I let the ecstacy run over me and I bury inside her, my cock throbbing as I release in her pussy

"Joanne", I whimper, the pleasure so fucking phenomenal, I can't stop the shaking my body is doing, "Jagi, fuck, so good"

"Mmm so good", she confirms, then presses a soft kiss to my lips

I kiss her back as I finish, just wanting her lips, her body against mine

Pulling out, we lay down, cuddling into each other, kissing as if we're never going to stop

And the best part?

We don't

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One month later

J POV

"I'll get the drinks naekkeo", I tell him

"You sure? I can do it", he says

"Oh stop baby", I say, leaning over and kissing his cheek, "I'll be right back"

"Ok jagi", he grins at me

Kissing his soft lips again, I get up and make my way to the bar

Yoongi and I decided to go out tonight, to the same bar we came to with Hongjoong and Mia

This place had bad memories with Mia's flirting and Yoongi's jealousy of Hongjoong and we decided to come here together to make happier memories

It's working as we're having a really good time

Just hanging out in a booth, sipping drinks, snacking and being together

I get to the bar and order our drinks

Yoongi and I have gone from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend seamlessly

After all we're basically doing the same things we've done before except now we're together all the time and we've added kisses, cuddles and hand holding

And sex

Lots and lots of sex

I'm watching the bartender make Yoongi's drink when I hear, "Hey", next to me

I turn to find the man who was flirting with Mia next to me

Jae

Grinning a stupid goofy smile

I roll my eyes, then look away from him

"I know you", he says, "You're the girl who told me to fuck off when I was flirting with that girl who had a boyfriend"

"Uh-huh", I snap

"For the record, I didn't know she had a boyfriend"

"Uh-huh"

This bartender needs to hurry up

"So-"

"No thanks", I answer

"Uh what?"

"Whatever you're going to say the answer is no. So you can go"

"Oh playing hard to get huh?", he smirks

He actually smirks and it takes everything in me not to smack him

I don't need a lawsuit

"No-"

"Let me buy you a drink and I'm sure I can change your mind"

Ok, now I'm done

"Do you see that man over there", I ask him, pointing to Yoongi, who's glaring at Jae

"The guy with all the tattoos?"

"Yeah him"

"I see him. So what?", Jae says

"That man is going to kick your ass after I finish doing it first"

Jae raises his eyebrows in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my boyfriend and he will not hesitate to kick the shit out of you so I suggest you fuck right off"

He scowls, "You don't have to be such a jerk"

I scoff, "You should learn to take a fucking hint. Or you know, listen when a girl tells you to fuck off. Otherwise you'll get your ass handed to you"

"Wow, tell that guy my condolences for having you as a girlfriend", he snaps

"Yeah yeah, fuck off already"

He scowls, then walks to the other side of the bar

The bartender hands me my drinks and I take them back to her table

"Who was that?", Yoongi asks quietly as I hand him his drink

"Some loser who wouldn't take no for an answer until I told him my boyfriend was going to kick his ass"

His eyes widen in surprise but then he chuckles, "You didn't"

"Oh I did naekkeo. You saw me pointing you out and I told him you'd kick the shit out for him. After I was done doing that too"

"Of course jagi", he laughs

His arm moves around me and I lean against him, so happy to be in his arms

"You know I'd do it", he says softly as I take a sip of my drink

"Hmm? Do what?", I ask, looking at him to find his eyes already on me

"I'd fight anyone for you jagi", he tells me, "Anyone who tries to take you from me.... I'd kick their ass with no questions asked"

"You don't have to worry about that baby", I assure him, "I would never choose anyone over you"

"I know jagi but if someone tried....I just...I can't lose you. I never did anything when it was Mia and that's because I didn't feel anything for her like I do for you. You....I love you more than anything in this world. You're my everything Jo and I will fight anyone who tries to hurt you or tries to take you"

I smile, happy that he loves me as much as I love him

"I understand baby", I tell him, "And just know, I'd do the same. Any girl who tries to take you...I'm gonna knock them out"

He laughs, "Ok baby. But you don't have to worry about that either. I don't care about any other girls. I only want you"

"That's good", I smile

He smiles his gorgeous smile, my heart pounding faster

He's so fucking hot, anything he does turns me on

Like right now he's just sipping his drink and I want him

Making up for lost time I guess

"C'mon naekkeo", I whisper in his ear, running my fingers in his soft hair, "Finish your drink so we can go home and I can fuck you"

His eyes widen, he downs his drink and smirks, "Done"

I giggle, "Oh baby boy wants to be ridden huh?"

"You have no idea", he murmurs, "Get up now"

"Yes sir", I smirk, standing and taking his hand

He gets up and ushers me out of the bar and to the car

Once we're in the car, he takes my hand, laces our fingers and starts driving home

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Maybe TADC Characters X Reader who loves gossip?

TADC cast x reader who loves to gossip!

Okok I know I have a track record of saying ik only goinv to answer a few asks then go to bed but I think I might actually

Go to bed soon

Im still feeling unwell and tbh its been getting worse; what was originally stuffy noses and sore throat is now that + fatigue and headaches (but no more sore throat!! Yay!)

Very bad sinus pain though

So uh uh

Only a handful of requests tonight then I might try to sleep

Very short since I'm sick + im on mobile + not many ideas are happening here <\3

CAINE:

Now caine looooooves to gossip, not even as a malicious thing he just likes speculating what the silly people in this circus do when hes not around

I like to think that caine definitely would play match maker should a circus member fall in love with someone, so he asks you for any and all details and secrets

POMNI:

Probably uses your habit of gossiping to try to find an exit. I mean you have a lot of into on other people, what's to say you dont have info on other things? Its worth a shot, at least in her eyes

Thus leads to her uncomfortable sitting next to you while you spew a bunch of stuff that happened before she joined the circus

RAGATHA:

Definitely on the side of "I dont like talking about people behind their back especially if its something petty or none of my business"

Obviously venting is a different story but this ask is specifically about gossip

I don't think she would like gossiping that much, other peoples business isnt her business you know?

Politely asks you to not involve her

JAX:

Jax probably has lied about another circus member before. Harmless rumors, of course, ones that are totally outrageous and only the more gullible would believe

So you two make a powerful duo, when we also take his pranks and jokes into account...

KINGER:

I think he likes some basic gossip. Like a "I heard (x) said (y) to (z), can you believe that" kind of gossip

But does it count as gossip if hes just relaying something most of the other crew knows?

Probably not but given his state of mind half the time can you really blame him?

ZOOBLE:

I took she would occasionally engage on gossip

Is it still considered gossip if its just shit talking, though? Because boy, I really do headcannon that zooble does NOT like jax in particular

Honestly you two can probably sit down and talk about stuff for HOURS

GANGLE:

Very awkward about it, similarly to ragatha I dont think she would be too big of a fan of gossiping about others

Gangle strikes me at the type to keep to herself and mind her own business tbh, not much else to say

Kind of just quietly let's you talk, very obviously doesnt want to engage in the gossip

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 months

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Anon: heyyy girl! How have you been? I must say that your blog, no matter when, is still STUNNING. I follow you since the bazooka squad era lol. Can you pretty please make a request for me about Chisaki? One where he is been howling his ass on his office since pops kinda grounded him with paper work but reader comes and just straight up takes him out... kinda like kidnapping but in a good way?

You smiled kindly at the precept who let you in inside the house and made your way with a happy aura that wasn't quite frequent on the shie hassaikai, but it was sure much like a breath of fresh air.

Although your smiled dropped when you noticed the leader discussing something with some scared precepts before they hurried off when the old man just pointed his finger at the door you just came in with a very stern and rather loud '-now before I change my mind'.

You stepped outside of the way of the precepts and frowned at the elder massaging his temples with a head sigh.

"Good afternoon pops." You muttered and the old man immediately stopped his actions to look at you and give you at least a kind yet tired smiled.

"Good afternoon (Y/n) my dear, how have you been?" He fixed his posture as you walked a bit closer to him.

"Same old." You giggled "How are you though? You sound tired..."

"Tired?" The elder chuckled but you gulped when you saw his right eye twitching "I'm fucking pissed off actually."

You widened your eyes... in all of the years you've been here you never actually heard a swear coming from this man's mouth... well, until now at least.

"U-uh-"

"Your boyfriend just simply refuses to listen." He chuckled a bit darkly "I tell him to NOT do something and guess what he does? The exact damn opposite." He ranted on as you nodded a bit, still not quote recovered at seeing the usual calm and collected pops so... irritated.

"I swear he gives me more headaches than all of my years inside this fucking organization and I've been here practically all of my life." He sighed while pushing his Grey hair back before looking at you "I apologize my dear, I will just go lay down a bit to calm myself down."

"I-is okay." You smiled a bit "just try to calm down a bit yeah?... is chisaki-"

"On his office." He grumbled while rubbing his head "I gave him something to do, not simply fuck up all my hard work to not have the police on my ass at least." He muttered and your jaw fell.

Alright, He was definitely pissed at your boyfriend.

You took some steps and knocked lightly on his door but heard nothing.

"Love? Is me." You knocked once while calling "Can I please come in?"

You had to put your ear on the door to finally hear a grumble as you sighed and shrugged. Close enough to a answer.

As soon as you entered and closed the door you didn't know whether to laugh or gasp..

There was at least five piles full of documents on Kai's desk. And it wasn't small piles, no, they were big. Similar to those cartoons when a character is at their work.

Kai hated taxes and hated to do these kind of work inside the yakusa... so judging by the tired yet pissed look of your boyfriend, this was probably his punishment given by pops.

"Oh honey... what did you do this time?" You accidentally let out as Kai only glared at you.

"If you're here to mock me or give me a scolding about my ideas to put this sorry place back on their glory days not being 'right' than just get out of here." He growled and you blinked... pops did scared you a bit when he growled, but your boyfriend? Nah, you were used to his bad mood.

"I didn't do neither of these, I just asked you what did you do to make pops put you in this kind of work... again." You lifted your hands up in a signal of peace as he only grumbled.

You shaked your head a bit before walking towards where he was sitting. He didn't stop what he was doing until your hands started to massage a bit his shoulder... he did tense up a bit at the start but soon you heard a little sigh and his body soon started to relax, little by little.

You snorted but that was enough for him to glare at you once again.

"Care to tell me what happened?" You lowered yourself down to put your head on his shoulder as he scoffed. "Not going to?"

Another scoff which made you roll your eyes at his attitude, until an idea popped as you smiled mischievously.

His breath caught on his throat when you started to plant kisses on the exposed part of his neck, and you couldn't help the giggled escaping your lips at feeling his skin shiver the slightly bit.

He muttered your name in warning as you kept kissing all of his weak spots.

"Tell me what happened" kiss "you might even feel better" kiss "please?" Another kiss "I want to try to calm you down a bit." Kiss

It was silent for a bit until he sighed deeply, hanging his head backwards a bit but enough to bump softly with yours. You removed yourself from the crook of his neck to watch from upwards his face which was clearly more relaxed, eyes closed and no more his eyebrows scrunched which surely would gave him wrinkles before his 40s.

You waited for him to peak his eyes open before silently suggesting to take off his black face mask and he only closed them once again, silently letting you removed the mask to see his whole face on all its glory. You smiled at seeing the signs of some of hair grow in his chin as you gently carreseded the area with your thumb as he grunted.

"Forgot to shave?" You asked as you felt your fingers being slight tickeed by ghe small facial hairs of his.

"Didn't had time." He justified, his frown coming back nefore you kissed his forehead.

"I like it. It suits you. Makes you even more senior than usual." You kissed his lips as he scoffed later.

"Disgusting."

It was a peaceful silence until you felt one of your hands being picked up by one of his bigger gloved hands. He brought close to his face, smelling the scent of the soap or hand sanitizer you used due to his mysiphohia and he couldn't help the warm feeling as he planted a small and almost shy kiss on your hand afterwards.

You smiled at the gesture, feeling all warm and fuzzy yourself at how far he had come over his own mysophobia just for you.

"There was this one specific minor gang on the center of Tokyo." He started, staring at your hand he hadn't let go of "A bunch of imbeciles, yet they had some.. "merch" I was quite interested in. It had a vicious effect on the brain and would lead us to gain some money to-"

"You were dealing with drugs again, weren't you?" You muttered.

"... you sound disappointed."

"Well, kinda. I know your intentions are good love but... it's just isn't right." You sighed, knowing your ideals were very much different. Kai could be extremist and radical sometimes on things he wanted and believed, quirks being a very much example of it.

You felt himself letting go of your hand and standing up from his chair, and for a second you thought you had angered him again but he just looked at you with solemn eyes.

"You're better than me as a human in many ways. Yet, I want this organization to come back as being a respected and powerful one. The method we've been doing for these last years is not working." He spoke as he took some steps and sat on the couch of his office, legs spread and arms resting over it "Some rules need to be broken to get our goal."

"But that's not right still love.." You dared to speak as you walked near him "Besides, you always end up on a fight or using your quirk on someone..."

"That is just a consequence, but is worth it." He growled at the ground.

"Is it?" You muttered "I.. I keep worrying about you or if you're okay almost all of the time now."

"You don't need to."

"Of course I need to!" You exclaimed while taking a seat next to him "Kai, I love you. You're my boyfriend. And I care and worry about you... don't you feel the same about me?"

Silence... and you sighed. You knew he felt the same way, but sometimes you couldn't help but think your man was way too complicated...

"Is what he wants." He broke the tension "thats something that he wants for so long... it would be the only way to pay him back to what he had done to... me." He muttered, staring ahead of him as you frowned.

"... I know you want to pay him back love, but maybe you being his successor is already enough."

"Is not." Kai muttered "trust me... is not."

You frowned before scooting closer and looking at him. His golden eyes looked at you for a bit before sighing and lifting one of his arms to allow you to hug his torso.

You laid your head on the crook of his neck as his gloved hand remained in your scalp, while both of your hands and his other one were on top of each other.

"You didn't change my mind about much things I did, but... I'm glad you came here. To check on me, I guess." He muttered and you couldn't help bit to snort.

"You're so stubborn." You whispered before looking at him, his stoic face no where to be seen as he scoffed at your words.

"Look who is talkin-" He widened his eyes when you kissed him once again, the hand that was on top of his now sweetly holding the right side of his jaw.

"You were saying?" You giggled at his red cheeks and those golden eyes glaring at you before he grabbed your both cheeks "Mh!"

"Shut up you brat. Didn'tyou want to calm me down? Then be quiet." He muttered huskily near your lips before kissing them again

Safe to say, he wasn't finishing those taxes.

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just-my-type-x · 2 years

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jealous and toxic colby please

Bitch, U Better Be Joking

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Relationships are hard, especially when you try your best to be good enough for your partner and in return you get yelled at for being too clingy or an attention seeker. I roll my eyes once more when i get out of Colby's backseat, while he chats with Amber, the conversation not looking like will ever come to an end. He barely said something to me since we left the house like total strangers. I don't doubt the fact that he loves me, but he has an annoying way of keeping me out of the public relationship life. We've been through this conversation, multiple times, even our closest friends who know about us have talked to Colby about us finally posting something about what's going on between the two of us. Some fans already suspect us to be more than just friends, it's not like we would shock the world. But no, he says he protects me by tossing me away and arriving at parties talking to another girl. Something thay bothers me even more is that Amber has no idea about us, because when asked, Colby said we're just friends. So this is how i will act with him tonight.

We enter Amber's friends house, who throws this party to celebrate this big brand deal he's signed. We greet the people close to the entrance and immediately spot Jack and we're quick to go hug him. Happy that I'm not here just with Amber and Colby, i see Sam, Kat and Nate entering the house. A sigh of relief escapes my lips.

"Why are you so tensed, babe?", Jack asks me and i realise he has an arm around my waist, waiting for me to hug him.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a bad headache, I'm not in my best shape", i give him a quick smile and hug him, looking over at Colby, who's already looking at me, frowned, taking a sip of his drink. I back away from Jack and feel my cheeks heat up and walk over to Colby, who puts a hand on my back.

"I hate him", he whispers in my ear.

"Because he hugged me?", i chuckle and put my hand on my back too, just to caress his. He moves his hand slowly away from mine, until he takes it off my back. I swallow my pain look at Colby, who isn't even facing me.

"Don't do that at parties, y/n. There are so many cameras everywhere", he waves at a random girl that walks by and fake smiles at her to keep the appearance of everything being ok.

"Don't you think I've understood that in a year? A year, Colby. A fucking year! Don't even bother to wait for me to drive home", i raise my voice at him and leave him in the spot, while i leave towards the kitchen, where I'm happy there's not much population. I lean on the counter top and massage my temples, when i feel someone next to me. I look up and i see Kat giving me a pitiful look. She reaches to hug me and i instantly let the emotions wash over me, as tears starts falling on my cheeks uncontrollably.

"You're ok, y/n, don't worry. You know Colby doesn't really mean it. He has this weird way of showing his affection - actually i don't kniw what he's showing, but it's definitely because he cares about you", Kat brushes some tears off my face and i shake my head at her words

"Kat, that's not love, that's not anything. People have no idea who i am and they still think he has something for stas like what the fuck. If that's not a red flag, i don't know what it is.", i throw my hands around

"He doesn't like stas, you know that and i promise you it's true", she puts a strand of hair behind my ear

"I don't think i have to believe anything because everything is a facade for something.", i try to look happy as i see Nate coming into the kitchen, his face lightning up when he sees us. Believe it or not, Nate has no idea about Colby and I because Sam was told not to say anything, so yeah, woohoo.

Nate comes to my side and puts an arm around the shoulders, giving me a side hug. I let my arm stay on his waist as we exchange a few words.

"You know, y/n, i think you should have fun tonight." Kat winks at me, then looks at Nate and then back at me. "I'm gonna go find Sam, love you", she leaves Nate and i in the kitchen and we both start looking for something in the huge bar to drink.

"This one?", he shows me a bottle of scotch and i nod, not really caring about what we drink. I decide we go out to the back yard, where there's a pool, yet only ten people around us, compared to fifty in the house. We find some tanning beds and both sit on one, facing each other and the bottle in the middle. "You look amazing, y/n. I don't know if you needed to hear that, but wow", Nate smiles and opens the bottle. I blush, my smile wide.

"i actually needed that, yeah. Thank you, you look amazing too. You're already turning around some heads", i point to some girls who sit on the edge of the pool, looking at us. I take a sip of scotch and cough at the feeling of the burnt throat. He waves at them and they start giggling. Unimpressed, he turns his attention towards me. "Tough crowd?", i raise an eyebrow and he chuckles.

"Just uninterested. Had my eyes on someone else for a while.", he takes a sip of the alcohol and doesn't leave my sight. I sigh. For a second i wish i could tell him about what's on my chest, how Colby treats me when people are around. At home and around Sam and Kat, things are really decent, but i can't have a decent love life.

We lose track of time as we go through numerous subjects and catch up with what has been going on in our lives since we last saw each other for the Madison Infirmary episode. We drunk laugh and tell stories, half of bottled emptied.

"There's no way he did that!", i say, putting a hand on his shoulder because of how hard I'm laughing. "Sam was such a figure when he was younger", i brush a tear from the corner of my eye.

"What the hell are you doing here?", Colby's thick voice makes us stop in our tracks and my smile quickly fades away. I check my phone and gasp at the 15 missed calls and 23 texts from Colby from an hour ago. We get up from the tanning bed and Colby stops between us. He turns to Nate and puts me behind him.

"Chatting. Why are you so pissed?", Nate asks with a grin, not understanding why his best friend behaves like this. I look somewhere else when Nate meets my eyes.

"My eyes are up here, not behind me. What the hell did you do for two hours here, all by yourselves?", Colby raises his voice and turns around to face me.

"Where the fuck were you for two hours, not giving a shit about me?", i yell at him and move a few steps away from him.

"I'm sorry, what's going on?", Nate asks

"You were here all this time, 'chatting' with my girlfriend. You drank almost a bottle of alcohol and you're telling me you just talked?"

"Your girlfriend? Since when is she your girlfriend and why didn't i know that?", Nate scoffs and starts laughing. "You're telling me that i should believe the crap you're telling me right now?", he runs a hand through his hair, losing his patience

"Yes, my girlfriend. We've been dating for a year now", Colby calms down and pulls me in for a side hug, but i shake my head and just walk closer to him for his arm to fall on my waist.

"You're shitting me", Nate looks from me to Colby and then turns around, running his hands over his face.

"No, I'm not. Why are you acting like this?", Colby asks frustrated

"Maybe because he's your best friend and you didn't tell him about us. Maybe because it's normal, in a loving relationship, for the couple to come forward and to fucking say that the other is not available.", i shout at Colby and push my pointing finger on his chest to make my statements more clear." Because if you don't do at least this fucking thing, your partner will seek this somewhere else. ", a tear falls on my cheek, unable to hold back my tears anymore.

"So you came to Nate for help?", from everything I've said, Colby understands this. I shake my head in disbelief. "Dude, i swear to God if you kissed her, i don't know-"

"I didn't touch her. Bro, come back to planet Earth. Look how you treat her. She loves the living hell out of you because otherwise i don't know what she's doing with you. And no, i didn't kiss her, but if you didn't show up, i might have had.", Nate takes the bottle and walks away, throwing it somewhere in the garden, glass breaking everywhere. My body is shaking because of all the adrenaline that I'm feeling from the moment.

"Bitch, you better be joking", I catch Colby's arm when he wants to follow Nate back into the house.

"You stay here, cause I'm not done with you. I want to break up with you", Colby turns to face me immediately and his face becomes as white as a wall. He shakes his head, but i nod, swallowing hard my tears and hoping that my voice doesn't crack. "I'm done. I can't fight for us anymore. This is not who i fell for. Who the fuck are you?", i raise my voice at him and i take a step back, running my hands through my hair. "I haven't been happy in months, because you keep flirting with everyone to be 'yourself' and you're killing me Colby!", i break down crying and i sit on one of the closest tanning beds. He's quick to come and kneel down at my feet, resting his arms on my legs, his hands trying to take my own hands off my face to hold them.

"No, don't say that. I just wanted to protect you from what people say. You know how mean they get", his voice is calm now, but his eyes are red and he's on the verge to cry too. I shake my head.

"I'd prefer them telling me to go to hell every day rather than having you push me away and deny my touches because people see us. And not just random people, our friends and fucking girls that you've had sex with and who come and talk to you like you're some kind of freeway. "

Colby just stares at me and a tear falls on his cheek but he wipes it away fast, but another one is quick to follow.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I was so stupid to ignore you like that and to treat you like this the whole damn time. I don't want to lose you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, baby, please", he begs, kissing the back of my right hand. I take it away and get up.

"I can't live like this with you. It's not healthy for me. It's enough that you didn't even realise what you were doing", my voice cracks and i look away. Colby comes in front of me and cups my face gently.

"I love you, I'm sorry. I will do everything that i can to make things right. I was so stupid, i know i don't deserve you, Nate was right, but give me a chance to change everything. I will listen to whatever you want me to do regarding our relationship and we'll talk things through. Please, y/n, just please, one more chance. I know i won't screw it up because i fucking love you like crazy. I can't afford to lose a piece of me. ", i hug Colby and we both let go and sob. I pull away after a few moments and wipe my tears with my sleeve. I nod.

"Ok, fine, I'll forgive you, but please, just please, be yourself around me. That's all i ask. Fuck a public picture, i want you to kiss me at parties, hug me, dance with me, i couldn't give a fuck about who takes our picture and neither should you. I'm a grown woman, let the hate comments come in cause i can handle them. I can't handle you mistreating me, ok? "

"yeah, yeah, anything you want. Just take me on this journey with you because i have no idea how to handle things. Especially relationships, in case you didn't figure it out in a year.", Colby chuckles. I nod again and hug him, while he kisses the top of my head and my forehead. "Let's go inside. I need to talk to Nate"

"I should apologise too.", i realise. "I kinda lied to him too.", i say as we walk towards the house holding hands

"Did he really want to kiss you?", Colby's grip tightens because of jealousy

"I think he was just messing with you", i laugh

"He better"

A/N: hey, so since i got this request, i didn't really know what to expect from myself to write. I also wanted to find a happy ending because I'm all about the good vibes and stuff. This aside, just wanted to tell you that if you're going through these type of things in your relationship, just think twice about it, ok? Because you're supposed to be happy and healthy, not depressed and unfulfilled. Staying in a toxic relationship isn't the way and just telling yourself that your partner is going to change is just a comfort lie to postpone the inevitable. Respect yourself and be the bad bitch you were born to be and find someone who makes you the best version of yourself. Find that someone who takes care of you, don't stay with the one that brings you down along with them.

This was purely fictional and u do not encourage getting back together with a person that treats you similarly or acts similarly. I did that and it took me years to recover. So learn from my mistakes and know when enough is enough.

I love you and i hope you're staying hydrated, i hope you're eating something and i hope you're getting enough sleep ♥️

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formosusiniquis · 1 year

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“There's a goblin, crouched over a large stone table. He's got long greasy hair that probably hasn't ever been washed and his clothes are ripped and ugly. He smells like pipe smoke and mutters to himself as you approach.”

Steve sighs and bravely stops himself from beating his head repeatedly against the table, “Erica.”

“What?” she’s even less affected by his chiding when she’s behind her DM screen, and she wasn’t that affected to begin with. “I'm just describing the character.”

“I'm sorry I said it was adorable, okay! Is that what you want to hear?”

Robin abandons her dice tower to glare at him, “Dingus, what'd you do?”

“Opened his big mouth when he shouldn't have.” A true if mostly inaccurate description of what happened, but he should have known better than to try to speak when Erica actually opened up a little.

“Dude, you know when you annoy Erica the rest of us suffer.” Now Dustin is whining, as if Steve weren’t being punished enough.

“I don't see how anyone is suffering,” but him. Steve definitely feels like he is suffering .

Robin leans in close and whispers, “You'll tell me later?” It’s a Robin whisper though, and it doesn’t go unheard by their temperamental pre-teen DM.

“The goblin is oblivious to the party too busy fooling around with poorly painted figurines-”

“That's out of line.” He’s got his dad voice out now, this was supposed to be a fun session and now he’s parenting.

“That's where you're gonna draw it?” She actually seems surprised by that, eyebrow arched at the idea that she found Steve’s line in the sand.

“Nobody has insulted the things you've worked on.”

“Fine, he's fooling around with his perfectly fine figurines, but he won't shut up about changed princes.”

He can feel it click for Robin, she shoves him almost off of the Sinclair’s overstuffed couch. He won’t look at her, he doesn’t want to look at her stupid I’m gonna mock you face. “Stephan!”

“I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings,” he apologizes, “I really do think it's cute.” But he’s not ready to grovel yet.

“Can dish it out but you can't take it, Harrington.” he rubs a hand down his face, pushing the impending headache this whole thing is causing back into his brain as best he can, and when he looks back up he sees an eleven year old.

“I wasn't dishing anything,” he says, remembering how awful and uncomfortable it was to be eleven. To have crushes and feelings that you didn’t know what to do about, and how much worse it was to not have anyone to help you figure them all out.

“Promise,” her lip doesn’t wobble and her tone doesn’t shake because she’s Erica Sinclair future president of the world, but the youth and the nerves are there all the same.

“Promise.”

“Fine, don't ever try to talk to me about this again.”

“Again, I was agreeing with you.” Because he’s still him and she’s still her and if he let it go too easily there would be just as much hell to pay. “I was saying you have good taste.”

“Stop, I have seen where your current tastes are. Don't align me with you.”

“Fine, fine. Are you going to be nicer?”

“I guess. As you walk into the cave you pass through a powerful illusion, you see that the goblin is really an average looking human man who probably washes his hair at least sometimes.” It’s really the best he could hope for, he figures.

“Wait, is this Eddie?” Dustin’s shrieking as he finally catches up with the interpersonal drama happening at the table is liable to send them back to the start.

“No, and he's not average looking.” He’s not sure who that comment is meant for. Erica for suggesting it or Dustin for finally catching up because of it.

“Mind your business,” Erica shoots back, just as done with the conversation as Steve is, “or your spell components are gonna get harder to find. And he’s not exactly anything to write home about.”

“Can we get back to it,” Robin interrupts, the true love of his life and the jealous hoarder of all opportunities to bully him about his love life, “I was promised a fight for my new dagger and I will use it on this gremlin man who seems like he needs to expand his music tastes if I have to.”

“Robin!” She deserves to get her punches in, he guesses, and if it’s his turn to get mocked by the Scoops Troop at least it’s not happening on a bathroom floor.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve and erica #scoops troop #first of all i subscribe to a scoops troop dnd game #second my new favorite thing is the steve and erica sibling like friendship #someone has made a post about how erica would bully steve when she finds out he likes eddie and this is my take #its also my deeply held personal headcanon that erica had a little crush on robin in s3 #so that is the thing that steve thought was cute and erica is now out for blood about #she needs an older sibling she can mock about taste cause lucas is dating max and you know erica thinks max is the coolest #anyway enjoy this little lunch break ficlet

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risingoflights · 25 days

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Hmm, you don't feel comfortable talking about it unless someone asks your opinions? Then this is your official ask!

I've never played the critically acclaimed- er, you know. And I have no idea what the Ilsabard Region is or what its story and tone are.

So! What is it, and how does it compare to what you've experienced of Rebirth so far? What do you get from one that's missing in the other? What are the strengths and weaknesses of each narrative, and which do you feel, at this point, will have the most replay value?

(Plus anything else that's crossed your mind!)

ah friend, you should know better than to ask, but thank you for asking <3

leaving xiv out of this for a moment, i can tell you exactly why chapter 7 specifically of rebirth is the one to have caused me to openly gripe.

and, as you might expect, it's to do with hojo.

i was always going to judge the entirety of this game by its handling of hojo, and so far i've been sorely disappointed. standing by what i said in my previous post about nostalgia and fandom goggles, i still believe there was more written into hojo in og than, say, scarlet and heideggar. and since remake did a decent job rounding out president shinra, i was hoping hojo would get similar treatment. so far though, it seems like they've gone the opposite way.

i try not to make too many comparisons to og because many characters are pointedly deviating away from their og characterisations (rufus seems a standout so far), but this point in og was importantly where hojo started shaping up to be more than the trope he began as. it was crucial that as soon as sephiroth reappeared, hojo abandoned shinra. in fact if memory serves, someone (heideggar or rufus?) even points this out in og - hojo's 'disappeared'. then when you see him in costa and cloud asks why he's there, hojo admits 'the same reason as you'. cloud was chasing sephiroth, so was hojo. and he was doing it without shinra because finding sephiroth wasn't on shinra's agenda - at least not at that point.

i was actually so hopeful and happy at the end of remake where the camera pans across the executives lined up in front of rufus, and hojo is decidedly missing - off laughing to himself...! excellent! that defiance seems to have led nowhere in rebirth!

you could argue that in rebirth, hojo decided to continue using shinra resources to go after sephiroth and he's still playing his own long game. doesn't change the fact that rufus was openly out to kill sephiroth now - so what did he tell hojo to make him stay, if hojo had wanted to leave? i mean, you could argue a lot of things to make things make things deeper. and maybe things will get deeper - i'm only halfway through rebirth after all - but rebirth hojo was still on the beach to capture the robes and study them. that single-minded drive and obsession with sephiroth just isn't present. it felt like the icing off the original cake. the bikini girls fawning on him, really fun! him throwing off-handed remarks about recruiting them for his sephiroth breeding program, noooooot... as fun! the whole shinra bigwig come to town, johnny being made to carry his briefcase and push crowds on the beach out of his way? ish! sort of a... dazzling superficial picking of what that scene originally was? did i laugh? yes! was i let down? also yes!

the other thing that really grated on me was the optional aerith dialogue, but that's no surprise - the whole aerith situation has been one big headache for me so far and promises to continue to be so. talk to aerith on the beach and she says a bunch of things about hojo culminating in 'i hate him'. oh. oh, like we really needed this explicitly said? you know, what i really loved about og here is twofold - 1. hojo doesn't appear to even remember aerith's name, which is such a good demonstrating of him not registering her as worthy of ifalna, compared to rebirth where hojo literally yells this at her during battle. this was one of the neat little consistent touches about og hojo - he didn't give a shit, but passively and dismissively - like, it's not so much he deliberately chose to harm others as he just didn't even register harming others as a concept, which made the few people and times he did choose to be sadistic stand out more. and 2. og aerith, instead of... any of the ugly things she could've said to and about hojo, asks him about her lineage and connection to sephiroth instead. how loaded does that make their relationship? that no matter what he did to her and her mother, she still registers him as a source of knowledge and felt pressed to ask him despite the subject being a particular sore point for her?

og aerith probably also hated hojo - i mean, that just makes sense. but the way that scene played out really sets precedent for more questions... what more? what else? which. i guess summarises a lot of the issues i have with rebirth so far. that whole sense of wonder is just not there. the game likes to hand you everything, tell you exactly what to think. this is often done at its detriment, because real complexity simply cannot be spoonfed! BUT - i have to keep reiterating - nostalgia and fandom goggles. they're grafted to my face and i can't take them off.

....so after all that, would you still like to hear about ilsabard? i realise i've just completely failed to answer all your questions but, thank you for allowing me to vent a little!

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sour-bonez · 2 months

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hai i saw your post so I have a fluff idea

Alastor is like married to reader and they live in the hotel and the one random day reader confessed that they are the creator of the universe like what would their reactions be? Feel free to change the plot a bit if needed

I'm confident that this will turn out amazing 👏

Of course I can do that! It might not be the best since this is my first time doing any writing that I officially post, I’ve had some practice though, and I think that’s an amazing idea and thank you so much for having confidence in me! Hope you enjoy!

Alastor x GN!reader

“So your responsible for…. Everything..?”

It was a calm and quiet day at the hotel. you woke up in bed, your turned over to notice that your husband alastor was not in bed like her normally was, you looked around the room to try and find him. “Alastor?” You call out in a tired voice, then alastor appears next to you, you always hated how he randomly teleports, it gave you the creeps but you still loved him. “Yes my dear?” He said with his usual big grin and radio voice. “Oh god you scared me!” You said as you sat up in bed, he sat down on the bed with you, you leaned over and embraced him. “Why weren’t you in bed this morning?” You said softly “well my darling I simply thought that you would take longer than usual to wake since you where so tired last night so I decided to pay cannibal town a visit!” He said happily, you smiled softly at him as he laid back onto bed with you as you put your head on his chest and he gave you a kiss on the head as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. “All this drama with heaven is giving me a headache” alastor had always noticed how you quite disliked heaven, not really a hatred but got quite uncomfortable when it was brought up. “Mmmm.. well we can only hope that the kerfuffle comes to its most bitter end, dear” he said. “It is most peculiar to me why god hasn’t gotten involved, he is the creator I’m sure he is at most a tad bit worried about it all” alastor saying that made your heart stop for about a second or two “yeah well.. maybe their just stressed about it all and doesn’t know what to do about it all-“ you said defensively but also nervously, alastor raised an eyebrow “my, that was quite specific, dear…is there something your not telling me..?” He said jokingly, your eyes widened and you became a little more on edge, and he noticed “dear..?” He said as he took your hands in his “IS there something your not telling me?” He said as his head tilted a little bit, you started to stress a little more “well I Uhm… I know that we said we’ll always be honest with each other but I may not have totally been and I may or may not actually have…… created the universe…?” You said sheepishly, and if alastors smile could drop it would, you felt his grip on your hands tighten “you… what?” He said in a slightly dumbfounded tone “I Uhm.. created the universe..?” You said nervously, he chuckled “and you didn’t think to tell me this sooner sweetheart?” He said calmly “oh shit are you mad?!-“ you said nervously “no my dear of course not! What nonsense!” He said as he laughed, he put a hand on your cheek “my darling anything you do or say could never make me upset… as long as it’s not traitorous..” he said softly and you nodded, after you told him everything you two fell asleep cuddling on the bed.

#hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor #alastor fluff #hazbin fluff

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bettsplendens · 1 month

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Hello and good evening, may I kindly ask for some orollow propaganda pretty please I'm curious 👁️ (anon bc I'm shy but we interacted earlier I'm following up on my words)

Important author's note: check the notes in a bit for a reblog on my writing blog, ft. first kiss.

hello yes you've activated my trap card (the trap is that now I talk about bugs)

(unfortunately I have my own trap card tripped. namely: headache. hopefully there is coherence.)

First, some background. I swiped a headcanon from author NurgleTWH that Oro was some flavor of battlefield/wartime medic, and I then brought him into my post-canon longfic to be useful in two capacities: a good deal of experience with severely injured bugs, and being large enough and strong enough to easily move, say, the entire Hollow Knight.

He shows up in chapter 3, is introduced to Hollow, and proceeds to pick them up to move them. Hollow, who is reeling and deeply confused at being rescued, on a great deal of pain medication, and being bridal carried, manifests a large number of question marks at the entire experience. He then gets a proper look at the place where their shoulder, part of their flank, and a bit of their lung should be, and immediately swears about it. Cue solidly over a chapter of careful examination, involving him handling them as gently as he can, talking to them, and helping to get the gunk scrubbed off their everything. Very confusing for our favorite sacrifice.

I then had two people in my comments mention that it seemed like there was a spark of something between them. Now, they're both too preoccupied for that something to be romantic, but there is definitely something.

And then I thought about the ship idea, and, oh no. That's really good actually.

So! Propaganda.

There's so much potential for that first meeting. Hollow gets probably about the first gentle medical attention and respectful handling they've had in their entire life, and Oro gets to meet the most terrifyingly stubborn bug-thing he's ever met in his life.

A lot of potential for how that evolves, too. Hollow gradually coming out of their shell, getting more of that gentle care, and Oro finding to his surprise that this incredibly traumatized, terribly injured warrior likes and trusts him.

They get along well, once used to each other. They both have a tendency to socialize like cats- they quietly sit near whoever it is, probably doing their own thing. Hollow ends up leaning on him a lot.

(Oh, that's another bonus of Beetle Big, beyond him being able to pick them up. He stays warm a lot longer than a small bug would.)

Important to this ship, I think: at some point in the future, when they both start to realize they've been mutually wandering towards something more than quiet companionship, it's Hollow who makes the first move. Oro doesn't dare- he worries about inadvertently pressuring them, and he also doesn't entirely think they like him entirely this much. He's a cranky bastard with nothing much to offer. Probably why it takes him a bit to realize what they're up to when they keep quietly bringing him things. He works it out somewhere around about the second live orchid, I think.

They're both idiots, a little bit. Hollow doesn't entirely think to inform him that they're trying to court him, and he goes "well. that can't possibly be what it looks like." for a somewhat entertainingly long time.

They also find each other's prowess in combat to be extremely attractive. Vessel observation pro tip: one can easily tell whether the large beetle in the sparring ring is Mato or Oro based on whether Hollow, watching, looks either mildly interested or like they're about to pounce on him. (My angle on Hollow is demi. Mato is also an impressive fighter, but they don't have enough of a relationship with him, or anything near the right sort, to find him attractive.)

Another stolen headcanon: Oro embroiders. Extension: Hollow picks up on his (canon!) liking for small, pretty things and brings him assorted live plants about it, Oro quietly embroiders matching flowers on things for them to wear. It's very sweet.

Neither of them is overly expressive in most circumstances, but Hollow does routinely go to exchange affectionate little head-bonks regardless of if there's an audience, and Oro hasn't turned that down yet. He also, very rarely, approaches them for quiet public affection, and they light up every time. (there's a lot more affection in private. Hollow likes to pour themself into his lap when given the opportunity.)

Basically: grumpy bastard loner with a soft squishy center under all the armor meets lethal eldritch creature who's learning how to exist without the chains they were born into, somehow they wind up being sweet at each other. Woe betide anyone who threatens either one of them, because they both know the other is able to handle themself but like fuck are they not going to react anyway.

Mildly/moderately NSFW bit below this cut:

Hollow, post discovering their libido (mainly by means of picturing themself and Oro in the place of the characters in a smut novel they're reading), turns out to be much less wary and much more enthusiastic about sex than expected. Yes, their body is doing new things and sort of inventing genitals from scratch, but they're thoroughly enjoying themself and they trust him entirely. They're done with fear and shame, they've got a few years practice under their nonexistent belt and are very firmly done with fear and shame about their reactions and desires, they're just going to enjoy.

Oro, first time: I need to be careful and gentle. It's entirely possible they're going to not like this at all, or need to take things as slowly as possible. Hollow's libido, revving up: pin me down and bite me please

(Wyrms that choose to find a mate only to breed will often battle for who has to carry the eggs, as they all produce both sets of gametes but generally prefer not to spend the resources required to carry a clutch instead of siring it and leaving. Whichever wyrm ends up the egg partner typically also ends up being wrapped in coils and bitten as a sexy-for-wyrms method of restraint. Hollow comes already wired to find this sort of thing hot, stacks their enjoyment of Oro's strength on top of that, and adds their own biting kink to what came with instinct.)

Hollow deeply needs many opportunities to shut their brain off and let someone else do all the thinking and worrying about things, Oro likes to have a partner relax for him to give all the attention to. Lines up perfectly- they get to lay back, purr, and have nothing to worry about except showing what they like, and also to make use of their lack of abdominal organs for size queen purposes, and he gets to have this unearthly, beautiful creature squirming and purring for him.

Sooner or later Hollow arranges for some entirely unobserved time in the sparring ring, riles Oro up enough to get him to actually handle them roughly and pin them to the wall, then convinces him to continue handling them roughly in an entirely different faction. They're gonna claw the hell out of that wall, and fall over afterward on discovering that their knees temporarily don't work.

Hollow has about five essentially-prehensile tongues. No further words needed, I think.

#Hollow Knight #The Hollow Knight #Nailmaster Oro #Orollow #my writing #ish #I got here accidentally but I love it now #don't get me wrong! I also love several other Hollow ships.#but this is what I'm writing and I have a real soft spot for em

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 years

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Ayaka, Sara, and Yae with a Yokai S/O

The Yokai of choice for this writing is Ōnamazu, or just Namazu. They are essentially catfish who love to cause chaos and destruction, and can cause devastating earthquakes.

Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun with this! And for reference, this is what they look like!

Ayaka knew about the existence of Youkai (This is how Genshin calls Yokai, idk it's weird to me too) thanks to Itto, Sara, and Yae.

So while the idea isn't completely foreign to her, it's safe to say she hasn't met too many.

Especially when it comes to the type her S/O is.

They called themselves "Namazu", and showed their true form to her a couple times.

They were a huge catfish, and whenever they switched to their human form, they still had massive whiskers and slightly bigger eyes.

She thought it was cute.

Until they got excited at her calling them cute and started thrashing around, causing a mini-earthquake.

And so she only makes sure to give them compliments in human form, not because she didn't think their actual form was cute.

But mostly because she didn't want to entomb the Kamisato Estate.

Their love for wanton mayhem and destruction was also not entirely welcome, but at least they knew where to draw the line.

Though one peculiar thing she noticed is that they liked to be under mud in the rivers of Inazuma.

She didn't think too much of it until she left to do her duties as S/O did their Namazu business.

Which was vibing in the muds.

As they were doing so, they were caught by fishermen who brought the biggest catch of their lives back to Inazuma City.

Thinking it'd be funny for Ayaka to see them like this, they played along.

Until they were thrown onto the chopping board.

They began flopping around causing the entire building to shake.

Ayaka happened to be in the area at the time, and she recognized that specific shaking anywhere.

Going to the source, she saw a mess of bystanders and chefs trying to cut S/O to pieces as they flailed and spoke.

(S/O) "JOKE! JOKE! IT'S A JOKE! DON'T CUT ME!"

Ayaka was absolutely horrified, but knew this wasn't entirely on the fishermen's heads.

The sight of her calmed everyone down, and she took this malicious catfish away from the public eye, and she threw them into a relatively small pond.

(Ayaka) "..."

She glared at them, obviously not amused.

S/O's head poked out of the water, giving the signature catfish grin.

...Okay now she was slightly amused.

(Ayaka) "Really though, I'm in the middle of work."

(S/O) "I thought it'd be a fun joke, but they took it too far!"

(Ayaka) "You didn't say a single word to them that entire time?"

(S/O) "Listen, I thought they'd be smart enough to recognize that a catfish that's as big as a grown man isn't normal. If you want next time I can tell them my girlfriend is-"

(Ayaka) "There will not be a next time of this. Am I clear?"

(S/O) "Alright alright...I'll make it up to you, don't worry!"

Ayaka smiled as she sighed.

(Ayaka) "I know you will. Don't cause any more trouble okay?"

(S/O) "I make no such promises."

Ayaka's smile quickly turned into a glare.

(S/O) "Y-Yes, Ma'am."

Sara just wants to meet a normal Youkai. For once.

Then she met the Namazu.

And after thirty seconds of conversation, only one thought came to mind.

S/O was even worse than Itto and Yae.

The idiot Namazu loved to cause disruptions much to her headache.

Yet...they were also very sweet to her.

She's still slightly annoyed on how she managed to fall for such a chaotic catfish.

And even worse, they loved to torment her as a way to "get your mind off work!"

And the way they did that was flopping around the mud and causing the ground to shake.

(S/O) "Saraaaa! Take me to the skies!"

(Sara) "What makes you think I can carry you?!"

(S/O) "I dunno, but we can find out!"

(Sara) disgruntled noise

One day, she was patrolling the streets of Inazuma city until she saw a catfish hanging by the racks of a sushi vendor.

It wouldn't have caught her eye if the Namazu wasn't the size of an adult.

If this was their first year in the relationship, she'd smite the chef thinking they just fileted her lover.

But this wasn't their first year, and she knew better.

She casually walked up to the vendor and eyed the catfish with a deepening frown.

(Sara) "Where did you procure this catfish?"

(Chef) "Iunno, it just appeared outta nowhere. Though some kids wanted to have some of it, would you care for some, Lady Kujou?"

(Sara) "...Make sure to throw it in a pot of boiling water first."

The catfish began flailing from the rope, scaring everyone but Sara.

She walked off as it broke free, hopping on the ground after her and causing the ground to shake, confusing everyone.

Her eye was twitching when she turned around to the catfish who was staring at her with big ol' eyes, desperate not to get thrown to the pot.

She tried her best to ignore the slime as she picked the catfish up and tossed it as far as she could into the nearby river.

(S/O) "OW!"

(Sara) "S/O. Explain yourself. Now."

(S/O) "Oh come on, it was a joke!"

(Sara) "It would've been better to let you turn into sushi!"

(S/O) "You can't deny that it was funny watching everyone react when I moved, yeah?"

(Sara) "What I can't deny is that you're causing a public disturbance! You got my clothes all dirty too!"

She turned away and puffed before feeling an arm wrap around her with a towel.

(Sara) "...I'm not looking."

(S/O) "You will~."

(Sara) "No."

(S/O) "At least take the towel."

Rolling her eyes, she turned to grab the towel and saw their bright smile and the whiskers twitching in mild excitement.

(Sara) "...Alright fine, it was kind of funny. I won't save you next time."

(S/O) "If you promise to not overwork yourself to death, I'll promise not to cause any more chaos!"

(Sara) "...We both know that's a lie."

(S/O) "...As much chaos."

Sara chuckled.

(Sara) "There we are...Sure, we have a deal."

Yae missed her old Youkai friends, so when a Namazu decided to pop into her life, she was not going to let them get away.

Everyone thinks the Namazu an absolute menace, but Yae sees the opposite. She sees them as an endless source of entertainment.

She fell for them after the two have bonded over their long life, and the friends they've lost and made along the way.

And how much joy they bring into her dull life could not be overstated.

Yae being a Kitsune, she was a bit more clever in her antics while her Namazu S/O said 'to hell with subtlety' and went on full chaos.

And Yae loved it.

Deciding to play a prank on them after the countless ones they played on her, she told the shrine maidens to bring her a catfish from the pond and into the kitchen.

They were a bit confused as to why the catfish was an absolute unit, but they knew better than to question Yae's judgement.

When the catfish woke up, the first thing they saw was Yae with a knife in her hands.

The scream could be heard from the bottom of the Shrine, scaring everyone to death on top.

The catfish flailed violently, or at least attempted to.

They was tied down to prevent a deadly earthquake, but it provided Yae with at least 5 minutes of laughter.

Turning back into human, they looked at her.

(S/O) "YAE, WHAT THE HECK?!"

Finally managing to stop laughing, she wiped away a tear forming.

(Yae) "Oh come on, S/O. It was a joke."

(S/O) "I thought I was going to die!"

(Yae) "Don't be dramatic. I found your journal. You were planning to make this exact joke a week from now."

(S/O) "Wha-How did you know!?"

(Yae) "...Dear, you don't just leave a journal directly next to a pond, and don't expect me to read it."

(S/O) "...Fair enough. So uh, can you untie me?"

They were still tied up from their hands and feet, trying to wiggle their way out.

Yae knelt down and S/O could see a glint in her eyes.

(Yae) "Well, foxes have been known to eat fish.~"

Getting MUCH too close for comfort, S/O quickly rolled away out the door, down the stairs, and back into the pond, confusing the shrine maidens to no end.

And getting Yae to burst out laughing for another 5 minutes.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #sara kujou x reader #yae miko x reader #ayaka kamisato #sara kujou #yae miko

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muertawrites · 2 years

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Tequila Sunrise (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]

Summary: You get drunk with your best friend after his gig, and the only evidence you have of anything that happened after you blacked out is a stack of Polaroids you find in his dresser the next morning.

Warnings: tequila, naked Eddie, explicit descriptions of s*xual acts, anxiety, scrambled eggs (sorry vegans)

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: inspired by / accompaniment to this photo edit by @eddieonfilm. it's an unofficial collab but a beautiful one. this might be my favorite fic i've posted. characters are aged up bc i am also aged up. also whenever i censor s*x in my descriptions i always imagine myself saying it like miranda hart. just. very awkward and tall and british. trying to be decent for bbc standards and practices.

(edit by eddieonfilm. original by @zerlinity )

The first thing that hits you is the pain. It's achy, throbbing, like a sinus infection conjured up by the devil himself. You roll over, groaning at the way your head feels like it's filled with bricks.

Something heavy shifts around your waist - a grip you don't notice until it tightens. Someone else's skin against yours.

Your eyes shoot open. You're not asleep on the pull out couch in Eddie's living room like you remember agreeing to last night. You're in his bed. And you think you might be naked.

Panic overrides your growing hangover and you sit straight up, trying to remember something, anything, from the previous evening. It was late when the gig ended, and Eddie didn't like the idea of you taking the long train ride back to your apartment alone - he offered to let you stay at his instead, which you did. You got slices of pizza from the place downstairs; came up and ate them with a couple beers. You were both already tipsy, and Eddie kept teasing you about what a lightweight you are.

And of course you opened your big stupid mouth and bet him you could drink him under the table.

That's when the tequila came out. That's where your memory ends.

To your relief, you look down and find your torso covered by a faded black t-shirt. You're horrified all over again when when you realize it's ridden up over your waist, everything south of it exposed. Your panties are on the floor beside the bed.

There's a sharp intake of breath beside you, followed by the rustling of sheets and a dip in the mattress. You look over and see that Eddie is also awake, shirtless, and now laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment he side eyes you, not moving his head but meeting his lovely brown irises with yours. Despite yourselves, you smirk at each other.

"You look like shit," Eddie comments.

"I feel like shit," you reply.

He chuckles, running his large palm down his face.

"Yeah... me too."

His hand finds your back, rubbing it gently as you lean over with your face in your palm, trying to ride a wave of pain that crashes at the inside of your skull. You wonder how he can be so calm. Casual about something so intimate.

"... Did we fuck?" he wonders.

You let out a heavy sigh, the question making your headache that much worse.

"If we did you weren't very good at it," you remark. "I'm not sore at all."

The pillow he'd been laying on smacks against the side of your head. You shriek, and Eddie grins despite the grimace that pinches his brows.

"Not so loud," he groans. "I feel like I've got a knife between my eyes."

"Shoulda thought of that before you brought out the tequila."

"I'm not the instigator here, tuts."

He sits up and nestles his chin into the crook of your neck, giving you an impish smile.

"I think you lost your little drinking game."

You plant your hand over his face and shove him off you. He chuckles as he flops back down onto the mattress.

Tugging your t-shirt (which you now realize is actually Eddie's) down so you don't reveal anything more than you want him to see with sober eyes, you crawl off the mattress, intent on finding anything with caffeine you possibly can in his kitchen. You pause when something on his dresser catches your eye.

A Polaroid.

A Polaroid of your tits.

You snatch it up, staring at it in horror. What's even worse is that there's more of them, scattered across the cigarette-burned wood and stained carpet below. You sift through them, thankful at least for the fact that they aren't just of you. Many of them are of Eddie - holding a lighter to the cig between his lips, head flung back as he takes a shot, tongue hanging out and middle fingers up, mid-laugh.

His bare torso spread out on his sheets as he smirks up at you.

His hand gripping the small of your back while he tugs at the waistband of your panties with his teeth.

His head between your legs, lips pressed to the inside of your thigh.

You jolt when Eddie's arms curl around your middle, a gesture much more involved than what your relationship (or at least your relationship before the night previous) entails. He plucks one of the photos out of your hand, letting out a little cackle.

"Damn, looks like we did fuck last night," he muses.

His expression suddenly drops, going from amused to grim in less than a second. You catch the change in the mirror and whip around to face him.

"What?"

He swallows heavily, like his throat is full of sand.

"I, uh... We didn't... I... I don't have condoms."

You blink.

"... What?"

You smack at his chest, focusing on the slap of his skin against your palms so you don't faint.

"You're in a band!" you shout. "Why don't you have fucking condoms, Eddie?!"

"You've met my band!" he yells back at you. "We're fucking dorks! You really think we're all getting pussy 24/7? Women terrify me! And I don't want a fucking STD!"

"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE CONDOMS!"

You slump back against the dresser, any bit of humor you could possibly find in having been drunkenly railed by your best friend completely vaporized. You're not on birth control, and as far as you know, your reproductive bits work exactly as they're supposed to - possibly even better than they're supposed to, since you've been ovulating for the past week and, subsequently, hornier than usual. Unless Eddie got a vasectomy he hasn't mentioned, there's no way you're not harboring a little stowaway.

"Hey."

The warmth of Eddie's palms settling against your cheeks snaps you out of your downward spiral. He gently tilts your head up so you meet his eye, his panicked demeanor replaced by the soft, calm side of him you've only seen a handful of times. It's enough to send the tears stinging your waterline spilling over onto your cheeks.

"No way in hell I'm letting you have a kid, least of all my fucking kid. There's a pharmacy on the corner. We'll walk down together, get you some Plan B - that I'll pay for - and have breakfast at the diner next block over. Yeah?"

You nod, sniffling and wiping at your now blotchy, tear-stained face.

"Yeah," you agree. "Yeah... yeah, okay. Yeah."

The journey to the pharmacy is silent, but not uncomfortable. Eddie walks with his arm linked in yours, keeping you pressed to his side as if trying to shield you from prying eyes; he doesn't leave you alone, either, a hand always at the small of your back or locked around your shoulders.

As you make your way out of the contraceptive aisle, he tosses a few pregnancy tests and boxes of condoms into your basket, "just as a precaution". The woman who rings you up takes one look at the scandalous haul and tsks, fixing you with a shaming, disdainful glare.

"Something wrong?" Eddie quips. He wraps an arm around you, tucking you behind him ever so slightly so you're out of the woman's eyeline.

"No," she responds through tight lips. "Sixty-two eighty, please."

At the diner, Eddie asks for a booth in the corner, away from the counter and the front door. You unwrap the medication and take it as instructed, swallowing it down with a cup of weak, slightly burnt coffee. The heavy, greasy plate of hash browns and eggs you're served stills your spinning headache, grounding you along with the feel of Eddie's hand on your thigh.

"How you feeling?" he asks once you return to his apartment.

You nod, too shy to meet his gaze.

"Better," you tell him. "... Thank you."

Eddie lets out a heavy sigh, taking the few steps forward he needs to reach you and wrapping you in a tight, tender hug. You don't hesitate to return it, your hands gripping at the thin fabric covering his back.

"I got you," he murmurs into your hair. "It's gonna be okay."

You can't bring yourself to leave him, so you spend the rest of the day on his couch, watching reruns of The Mary Tyler Moore Show and listening to him strum nervously at his guitar. Around dinner time, he offers to pick you up a pizza to share, which you say you'll pay for to thank him. He doesn't let you.

While he's gone, you take a quick shower, washing away the remnants of last night's debauchery. You step out of the bathroom to find him reclined on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, cigarette dangling between his lips as he sorts through the Polaroids that were left on his dresser. A box of fresh pizza lays open on the kitchen counter; three slices are missing, and there's a paper plate and napkin waiting for you (you're not sure Eddie even owns any actual dishes).

"You should quit smoking if you're gonna be a dad," you tease him in a deadpan, joining him on the couch with dinner in hand.

He chuckles, tossing a photo of your tongue licking at the head of his cock onto the table. You hate that the sight is so... appealing to you. That you're a little disappointed you don't remember doing it. That you kind of want to do it again.

"Maybe if I'm lucky it'll stop my balls from working," he mumbles.

His hands stop shuffling as he looks at the photo currently in them. He removes the cig from his mouth, exhaling long and slow; contemplative. You lean over to see what's caught his attention.

To your surprise, it's a picture of your face. You're pressed into the pillow on the right side of his bed, eyes lidded, lips curled into a blissful smile, hair knotted with traces of his fingers having run through them and yanked at your scalp. You're clearly fucked out. But you're also... gazing at him. Seeing him. Giving him the kind of heart eyes you only ever do when you're sure he's not looking.

"I remember why I took this one," Eddie says. "I thought... I thought you looked really pretty. My heart felt like it was gonna... fuckin' explode or something. I was wicked happy I finally had you in my bed and that you were gonna fall asleep next to me and... I wanted to keep that moment."

"... Finally?"

His eyes snap up, clearly shocked that he said that exact word out loud. For a moment he says nothing. For a moment you're unsure what the hell there is to say.

But then you're throwing yourself onto him, latching your arms around his neck and trapping his waist between your thighs, holding him like he's the last thing you're ever going to touch. He hugs you back, burying his face in your shoulder, his hands reaching up under your shirt to stroke loving patterns along your back.

"I love you, Eddie Munson," you whisper into his neck.

"I love you," he breathes. "God... I fucking love you. So fucking much."

BONUS:

you and eddie lean over the sink in his apartment, staring at the overturned pregnancy test inside it.

"ready?" you ask.

he nods.

you flip it over.

one pink line.

eddie shrieks - literally shrieks - with relief and lifts you into his arms, spinning you until you're dizzy.

"oh thank god," he gasps, repeatedly kissing your cheek. "ohhhhhh thank god thank god thank god. i'm gonna celebrate by fucking you dumb."

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

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maladapt1vedaydreamer · 15 days

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Shackles Of The Past - Chapter 1

A/N: Saw there was a concerning lack of Az-centric fics that don't revolve around mate discourse, aka bat boys/inner circle centric and wanted to contribute.

for a more detailed summary see here.

chaptet summary: tired parents, their toddler and his angsty friend.

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There is unrest in Prythian.

Skirmishes along courts’ borders are becoming more frequent, inside conflicts rising in most. Feyre would love to think that the Night Court has been spared after everything its people have been through, but she would be lying to herself. Report after report is dropped onto their desks each day, Rhysand is frequently moving between courts for meetings, some more pleasant than others, while Feyre stays behind with Nyx to deal with internal affairs. Cassian and Azriel are almost never at home, much to Nesta’s displeasure, the General paying visits to the camps while the Spymaster is off collecting intel, trying to get at least some idea on what has the people frazzled. The lack of such is taking a toll on every member of the family.

Feyre sighs, taking in the blurring letters of the report about the latest slaughter in one of the outermost towns of the court. That’s what they were, slaughters. This is the tenth one In the past month. Reports would contain depictions of multiple bodies torn apart, limbs strewn all around. Families, strangers, neighbors, there was no pattern. The only thing all the attacks had in common was the bloodbath and the fact that there were no witnesses. None. No one has seen, or heard, anything, the bodies would be found in the morning with the earliest riser. As if that wasn't making their job hard enough, when they went out to investigate in person they would find nothing. No bodies, no blood, no recollection of the people those bodies belonged to. It's as if they never existed, as if the incident had never occurred. Rhys and her pried into the minds of the people who wrote the reports and they would, once again, find nothing. Not even a spell that could be an explanation to all of this. He doesn't mention it, but Feyre knows it's eating Rhys up inside.

Frustrated, Feyre drops the report and pushes away from the desk, rubbing at her eyes after hours of staring at the papers that never seem to end.

”I hope that frustration isn't going to end up with a brother less for me.”

The effect of his voice in her head is instant, the warmth that flows through her down the bond is enough to grant her momentary relief from the oncoming headache.

”I'm not making any promises.”

The lightness that echoes brings a smile to her face and she leans back in the chair with a sigh.

”Should I be placing bets?”

The snort that leaves her would be called unfitting of a High Lady if you asked some of the High Lords, but Feyre was never one for following norms.

”They would have to be home to get on my nerves. You as well”.

The light on the other side dims a little and she almost feels bad for her words. Before she can apologize, a trickle of borderline giddiness shoots through her as Rhys answers back. “I know, love. I will be home soon, tomorrow actually.”

Feyre shoots up in her seat, a grin spreading across her face so big her cheeks start hurting.

”I thought it wasn't supposed to be another week or so?”

She's up now, moving out of the office and towards the nursery where Nyx is playing in his little playpen. After more than a year, she finally feels settled enough to leave him in a room with only the wards as her eyes and ears.

”True, but Az says he has some news. I'm meeting up with him before we head back. Cass should be there by tomorrow night as well.” That peaks her interest and she knows he feels her curiosity.

She enters the nursery and finds their son sitting up in the playpen, a stuffed bat in his hand being flung around, courtesy of aunt Nesta. She thought it was hilarious, Rhys not so much. “Even if the main topic will be work, I'm glad we can all be present for a family dinner. It's been weeks since we've all been in one place.” She stands in the doorway for a moment, taking in their entire future playing peacefully, swaddled in darkness with only the setting sun providing enough light to see his smiling face. Adoration warms her from the inside.

”It will be nice to have us all gathered. I still owe Cassian a beating for last time.” Feyre manages to stifle a laugh, not wanting to interrupt Nyx in his play. ”I'll be taking bets on that.”

Nyx babbles at something in the air and Feyre tilts her head, not seeing anything at first. He's almost a year and a half now, toddling around and falling over, babbling and repeating everything he hears. She has Cassian to thank for the arsenal of cuss words the child has, his pronounciation of shit and fuck is immaculate. He hasn't started speaking in full sentences yet, and Feyre would be worried, but he's happy and healthy. If it takes him a little longer than most, so be it.

”Do you have so little faith in me Feyre, darling?” The drawl in Rhysand's voice has her rolling her eyes in exasperation even as it makes her legs feel weak. Stupid male.

”Now don't go putting words in my mouth.” The amusement shooting down the bond has her regretting her choice of words immediately.

”I can think of something different to put there.”

If he were physically there, she would've whacked him on the head before putting Nyx to bed and taking him up on the offer. Instead, she scoffs and sends the annoyance down the bond. The sound is enough to catch Nyx's attention and her heart melts as she watches his eyes crinkle with a smile and small giggles escape his lips. She lets Rhys in on the scene and the bond lights up with warmth.

“Hello, precious.” Taking light steps towards the playpen, now that she got his attention, she smiles at her son. The babe giggles at her once more, wings fluttering on his back, before he turns to look over his shoulder to continue babbling. Feyre frowns and looks at the wall behind him, yet there is nothing there.

“Who are you talking to?”

Her voice is gentle, always gentle with Nyx, as she opens the small gate and steps into the playpen before kneeling in front of him. Her son turns back to smile at her and once again looks, or rather tries to look behind himself.

”Is everything alright?”

She's so focused on the background that Rhys's voice almost startles her. She checks on all the wards and shields around the house and all of them are intact.

”I think so…" She trails off as a flutter of something whirls around the tip of Nyx's wings. Not wanting to alarm the babe or her mate, Feyre keeps her calm because logically, nothing that shouldn't be here is present. Gently, she reaches out and wraps her hands around his middle, tugging him up so he's standing in front of her. That has him turning around once again as he shrieks and claps happily while trying to bounce in place. He is so precious to her. To them. She is so happy to have him.

”Feyre?”

The undertone of worry has her focusing back on the task at hand, and she goes to turn Nyx away from herself to check his back. Before she can though, that same something flies out from behind his back and twirls around the tips of his wings. Feyre laughs. She laughs in relief and amusement and adoration.

”An update, please?” Her heart is still thumping in her chest as she lets her feelings flow down the bond once again.

”Seems like Nyx here, got himself a friend.” She projects the scene to Rhys once more. This time, it's of the babe still bouncing in his mother's arms as a wisp of shadow twirls almost playfully around him, snaking down his arm and dancing between Feyre’s fingers before going back to Nyx. She feels the amusement and surprise as if it were her own.

”Well, that's something our Spymaster failed to mention.” Nyx lets put another giggle as the wisp flies in circles up and down his arms, and he bats his hands to try and grab at it. Feyre finally pulls him into her lap and relaxes on the floor as she watches him. The wisp disappears behind Nyx at some point and Feyre has a suspicion it's hiding under his wings.

”I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't know. Those little pests sometimes have a mind of their own.” She calls them pests, but they're anything but. With the amount of times they helped save the Court, their family, Az, they were as much part of the Inner Circle as their master. Rhys hums in reply and Feyre doesn't bother stopping his access. Instead, she lets him watch as she plays with their son, stuffed toys pulled into various scenarios. At one point he looks up at her with those starry eyes alight with wonder and tugs at her hair.

“Mama.” If Feyre melts every time the word leaves his mouth, no one has to know.

“That's right, mama's right here.” The boy smiles before he tilts his head, seemingly confused.

“Dada?” She doesn't know whether the pang of sadness that shoots through her is her own or her mate's. Regardless, she smooths down the unruly mop of hair before responding. “Dada is busy right now, but he will be back tomorrow. As will uncle Cass and uncle Az. Do you miss them, as well?”

Nyx positively shrieks at the news of his father coming tomorrow and Feyre struggles not to grimace at the volume. She hears Rhys's laugh in her head and the thought that their peace could once more be ruined by outside forces is almost enough to make her combust on the spot. Almost. The wisp peaks out from behind Nyx once more and gets the same reaction.

”I should invest in some ear-plugs.” Laughter is the only thing she gets in response. This time, the tiny thing circles Nyx's left wrist and stays there, undisturbed by the boy's constant movement. Feyre finally decides to acknowledge it and pokes Nyx in his side.

“Is that a new friend?” When he finally calms down from his giggles he shakes his head resolutely. “Nuh-uh. Az.” He says it with such indignation that Feyre can't help but laugh.

“I apologize, of course it's Az. Does he keep you company sometimes?” She's mostly curious because while she occasionally sees whispers of their Spymaster's shadows around the house, keeping an eye on things, they never linger.

Nyx opens his mouth to respond but he's cut off by a yawn. He rubs at his eyes and lets out,“Always.” A short ”Huh.” is all she gets from Rhys's end. Curious, indeed.

“Let's get you to bed, precious. It's been a long day.” She scoops him up in her arms and can't help but smile at the obvious frown that appears on his face at the mention of calling it a day. She can't have that now, can she?

“If you go to bed now, you'll have plenty of energy to play with everyone tomorrow.” The stars in his eyes light up once more at that and she takes it as a go ahead. The warmth of the bond is almost unbearable as she tucks Nyx in and kisses his forehead before wishing him goodnight. The boy doesn't mind sleeping on his own, he burrows deeper into the blanket with the promise of tomorrow's fun.

”Go to bed, Feyre. I'll be home soon.” She slips out of the nursery and goes to their bedroom. No sooner than she changes her clothes and her head hits the pillow, she's fast asleep. The only thing on her mind being the male on the other side of the continent.

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Gentle claws tap against Azriel's mental shield and he lowers them just enough for his brother to get through.

”I'll be there in a moment. You got everything you need?” Azriel responds with an affirmative and lets the almost scorching sun of the Summer Court beat against his skin as he waits. The heat does wonders for the coiled muscles in his back and wings. He took off the fighting leathers a few minutes back, the heat from them unbearable, leaving him in a black short-sleeve. While most of the tension has been from the evasiveness of the new danger in Prythian, he would be lying If he said some of it isn't apprehension of seeing Rhys. Not that they haven't spoken since the Solstice, they have. While there has been tension and anger between them for some time, they're on the mend. After all, one discussion has nothing on more than 500 years of brotherhood. Things are easier now, almost back to how they were. Azriel simply couldn't forget the look on his brother's face from that night.

The judgment.

The barely held back anger.

The disappointment.

His shadows swarm around his shoulders and up his neck, as if being swallowed into oblivion would protect him from his own mind. The comforting whispers aren't received but he appreciates their presence nevertheless. It's been months and Azriel hasn't disobeyed the order given by his brother, his High Lord. That was his High Lord in that office. He spent some time simmering in anger, at Rhys, at himself. Soon after, he realized he needed to do better, be better. Azriel knows the truth, deep down. Centuries, he has spent ignoring it, keeping it close to his heart and mind in the hopes that if he didn’t admit it to himself, it wouldn’t be true. The implications of it might just fracture him irreparably. Another secret that will die with him. So, chasing something that wasn't meant to be, wasn't going to help him protect his family. They have something to fight for, to live for, he only has them; And he'll be damned if he doesn't protect their peace this time around. Azriel would give pieces of himself away, if it meant keeping them.

The sudden appearance of his brother before him would've startled him if not for the whispers of Brother is here, a second before he is and he reels away from the thoughts to give Rhys his full attention. His brother looks worse for wear, even as he stands there in the middle of a field in elegant attire, the bags under his eyes and unruly hair, both of which were probably the result of worrying about little Nyx and Feyre and a lack of sleep, give him away. It still doesn't dim the shit-eating grin across his face as he approaches him, arms spread.

“Brother dearest.” Azriel scoffs but doesn't shy away when Rhysand pulls him in for a hug. It makes something deep inside tremble, so he pulls away before he can fall into himself. The grin on Rhysand's face doesn't falter even as his eyes scan him for any injuries. Overprotective bastard.

“Hello, brother dearest.” Just to ease his mind a bit. The light of mischief in the starry eyes almost makes him choke because he hasn't seen it in so long.

“I knew all that eye rolling was for show.” It's natural to slip into the back and forth banter, as easy as breathing. “Don't you have scores to settle with Cassian?” The usual monotonous voice is gone, mellowed into a deep timbre that allows those listening to get an actual read on him. His shadows, forever his loyal companions, respond in kind, snaking down his body and up Rhysand’s, greeting his brother’s darkness and he greets them back in his own way before turning back to Azriel.

“If you mean, am I beating his ass tonight? Then the answer is yes. He should be back soon as well, earlier than expected. Something about missing Nesta too much.” Azriel graces him with a raised brow and a very judgmental look. In response, Rhys simply holds up a hand between them.

“Not a word, Az.”

A grin teases at Azriel's lips that he tries and fails to hold back.

“I didn't even open my mouth.”

“You didn't have to, I could sense your judgment from over here.” The annoyance is watered down with a grin overtaking Rhys’s face and Azriel very foolishly thinks he has options. He considers putting the information that he has in the back of his mind under lock and key for at least a few hours so they can have a peaceful get-together. He considers never letting them know and just taking care of it himself. Or just letting somebody else do something for once. But he knows all of that wishful thinking would be irresponsible and detrimental to their future.

“Ready to go home?” Azriel thinks to himself that he needs to get it together, there is no reason a question worded like that should make him feel as if there was a knife twisted in his gut. He’s always ready to go home. Instead of answering verbally he takes a step closer to Rhys and they clasp forearms as Rhys prepares to winnow them home. As the familiar darkness swirls around them and eats up the view of the outside world, Azriel takes one last look at the mirth and happiness on his brother’s face, before the darkness swallows them completely.

There, in pitch-black darkness where they disintegrate into nothing, he wonders how he’s going to keep that smile on Rhysand when what he has to share will shake their calm and safety away once more.

How will he protect them from her when he already failed once, all those years ago? Can he?

The only thing Azriel is certain of, is that he will do anything to keep Amarantha's claws away from his family. Whatever that entails.

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A/N: posting this here as well just to see what are your thoughts (if you do end up liking it, the rest (of what I've written so far) you can read HERE), be mindful of the tags.

Let me know what you think!

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slasher-male-wife · 1 year

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HIIIII, CAN I HAVE A REQUEST? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I do love your writing so i extremely want to share you this idea 🥺 i hope you could understand it because i'm kinda not good at English 😭

What would slashers react if reader have a habbit of writing everything important on their arms and thighs? Well, i have that habbit, especially i do need to write the word "breath" in my arm to remind me to breath (because sometime i will forget to do that and that makes me get headache 😭). Sometimes i just need to take some quick note like "doing laundry" or "kiss my pet before school". I know it's silly but i hope you could write that 😭

Of course I can. I kinda do something like this with head canons sometimes. Where I write out the basic idea of what I want to say on a postit note and then develop it when I'm actually writing. Anyway I totally get this and your English is great don't worry.

Slashers with an s/o who writes reminders on their arms

Includes: Vanita "Stretch" Brock, Herbert West, Patrick Bateman and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: None I can think of

Stretch

You write reminders on yourself? She does that too sometimes! I feel like Stretch isn't the most forgetful person but sometimes she needs a good reminder and writing on herself is how she does it.

She want's to break the habit and will suggest you rely on each other to remind each other what's going on or what needs to be done.

If she ever gets bored enough and she gets your permission she might doodle little things on you. Nothing super big, just small little hearts or starts on your hands and arms.

Herbert West

He's questioning why you're writing on yourself so much. Do you need a planner? Or just a piece of paper to write on?

Once you tell him it's because you don't have the best memory he's going to start trying to give you supplements and what not to help boost your memory, or exercises to get your memory working better.

But he's mostly fine with you writing on your arms and legs as long as you cover it up around certain people and don't use his good pens to do it.

Patrick Bateman

He gets kind of annoyed when you do this. Why do you have to do it in such visible areas? Don't you know he has an image to uphold?

He buys you a planner to use instead. He doesn't want you to write on yourself at all so he thinks a planner you can use and keep on you is the next best option.

He gets more accepting of it over time. Like if you're not going out anywhere for awhile and you wash it off pretty well he won't be that upset with you.

Bo Sinclair

Why are you writing on yourself? You're going to ruin your skin god damn it. At least that's what his parents taught him about drawing on himself as a child.

Will try and remind you of things to get you to break the habit. Will make sure you let him know about anything you need to get done and he will remind you anytime he gets the chance to.

Will just give up and let you write on yourself if it's proving to be too hard for you to stop writing on yourself. He never really minded you doing it but he still wanted to try and get you to stop.

#vanita stretch brock #stretch x reader #stretch texas chainsaw massacre #herbert west #herbert west x reader #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x you #patrick bateman x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you

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help-me-find-a-name-please-lol · 6 months

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CM HOTCH/REID HEADCANONS

My headcanon about Hotch leaving in Season 12, Reid's reaction, and trying to have it make some kind of sense.

Disclaimers:

This is the first rewatch of the later seasons I've done since it aired on TV, and I've only just finished Season 12 episode 4 (I do, however, know the early seasons ridiculously well).

From LDSK onwards, I only ever really watched it for Hotch, Reid, and the Hotch/Reid dynamic. I didn't really watch it after Hotch left, but caught bits and pieces because my roomates did.

Yes I know why Thomas Gibson left the show and why they had to suddenly wrap up his character. No, I don't condone violence in the workplace. I also never dove deeply into the behind-the-scenes lore of this show, cast and crew interviews, etc etc. This will purely be relating to the show as it was depicted on screen, and my love for the characters as their own entities.

I am not going back to fully source which eps all my observations come from, cos I'm supposed to be working on an assignment rn and CM transcripts are a ducking nightmare. I just wanted to put this idea out there cos I think we all need a bit of self-soothing after the crap they fed us to write Hotch out of the show.

Also fun story I just came back to finish writing this after being interrupted by what I though was someone trying to break into my house at 4am (heard a noise, gate wide open, can't see anyone but damn, scary. My town's big on crime, too). SO my thoughts may now be even more disorganised thanks to the adrenaline crash headache I'm currently experiencing.

So anyway like I said, just finished watching S12E04 Keeper, during which Reid gets a call we don't hear, is visibly upset by it, and takes a bit of prodding to discuss it with JJ and Rossi. He then reveals that he was just told his mother left her care facility on her own and was found wandering confused around a casino. He takes minimal convincing to head back to Quantico and lines himself up another couple of days off to visit his mum (yes I'm Australian, this is how we spell it lol).

MY HEADCANON: This is when Hotch called Reid to tell him that he was going into witness protection and wouldn't be coming back. (Exactly how much was discussed on the phone vs possibly being discussed/explained later in person is of course open to interpretation, but enough for Reid to know Hotch wanted to say goodbye and to not tell the rest of the team).

I know that his mum's issues are an ongoing valid storyline. But this is why it was also a plausible excuse for Reid to come up with on the spot as to why he was upset.

Another thing that makes it entirely plausible that the phone call was about Hotch is the long, significant staring Reid did at Prentiss as she walked away after they discuss what supposedly happened with his mum. To me that could scream that Reid was actually dealing with something team-related, and was already grieving how it would affect the other members of his team that he's keeping it from. He could have gazed down or elsewhere to communicate his worry for his mum to the audience, but he specifically turned and watched Prentiss leave, looking all angsty.

What's a heck of a lot less plausible:

His mum, who has been in care since Reid became a legal adult, suddenly escaping her care facility, despite having been in care for well over a decade and who now needs even more supervision due to Alzheimer's on top of her Schizophrenia. Yeah, escapes happen, but to make it all the way into a casino and being found in a confused state? When this didn't happen before Reid flew up and got her diagnosed her with Alzheimers? Even though she'd been getting some increased freedoms for doing well on her new meds prior to her sudden worsening with the Alzheimer's onset?

Hotch leaving without saying something directly to Reid first. Yeah, I'm a shipper, and I know Hotch has his son to think about, but I call BULLSHIT. Hotch knows all about Reid's abandonment issues and there is no way he'd want to end up on the same mental list Reid keeps alongside Reid's father and Gideon. When Gideon went AWOL, Hotch returned from suspension, despite the fight he knew it would cause with his wife, because "the team" needed him. Then Haley stressed "no, they need Gideon". Fully believe this was all just about Reid (I also kinda low-key believe Haley had an inkling about Hotch's thing for Reid but anyway). Hotch, Reid and Morgan functioned as a team while Gideon was on leave after the bomber case, Morgan didn't even really want Gideon to come back and would not have been that thrown by his absence. Reid however we all know was very emotionally-involved. And it's Reid that Hotch pulls aside to get his head back in the game (and who then gives them a breakthrough in the case shortly after, at Hotch's encouragement). When Gideon had officially left and Hotch addressed the team about it, he mostly directed what he was saying towards Reid, when he said that he couldn't explain why he'd left the way he did, etc. And when Hotch was trying to decide whether he'd take over as section chief after Strauss left, again he was addressing the team but pretty much turned and spoke directly to Reid when he said something along the lines of "if I decide to leave the BAU, you'll be the first to know". He also saw how much it killed Reid to be lied to about Prentiss (and you can see he felt like shit about it during Reid's assessment). This man. Would NOT. Have left Reid without saying goodbye. That's the hill I'm dying on. On top of that, Hotch is always the most emotionally-compromised whenever Reid is in danger, and he knows it (he let Gideon know he was currently a terrible example of "handling things emotionally" while Reid was being held by Hankel, resulting in Gideon's weak reassurance of "We'll get him"; when Reid got on that train with Elle he tried to stop it then immediately went to chat with the sniper; when Reid was in the cult compound he had to hand off negotiations to Rossi; when Reid was protecting Owen Savage; heck he practically yeeted Morgan out of the way when Reid was trying to talk down Maeve's stalker and they heard a gunshot. Etc etc.). And whenever Hotch gets emotionally affected by other things (eg that defence attorney for amnesia/coma guy, or regarding his brother), Reid is the one who can break through that and keep him steady. Reid is VERY IMPORTANT to Hotch and I don't see him hurting Reid in what to him is the worst way someone could do it.

Reid being so chill about Hotch suddenly leaving without saying goodbye. Goes without saying, yeah? But I'll say it. I get that they've been trying to paint him as more emotionally-mature and that he was able to handle Morgan leaving, but it is SO not the same relationship or circumstance and Reid would not have taken Hotch's departure in stride like that. I get that they also wanted the show and its characters to move on as quickly and as apparently unaffected as possible, but it still clearly flies in the face of proper characterisation. Reid is brilliant and back when he was being held by Hankel, I'm sure he could have found any number of ways to communicate with a specific team member at that moment, but he chose Hotch. He knew Hotch would be the only one capable of putting his ego aside at being "picked to die" and to listen properly to the rest of Reid's message. Once he confirmed that his message was correct and that he was in a cemetery, Reid was so sure that Hotch understood his message and would be coming to save him that he let his guard down for the first time. I think he only picked up that gun and shot Hankel with it in the end to just superstitiously make sure that the bullet never did reach Hotch (and to "free" Tobias, or whatever. Either way Hankel wasn't going for the gun or to use Reid as a shield when he turned to face off with the FBI and any of them could have taken him down easily). They've only been getting closer and closer over the years, on-screen and off (Fist-bump anyone? Always standing close together? Plus Reid's been teaching Jack magic tricks and was the one to get him smiling and laughing after Hotch got arrested by SWAT, which you know would make Hotch even more gooey for him). They're 100% an army of 2/hyper-competent power couple (take for instance the way Hotch and Reid were mirrored against Garcia and Kevin when she referred to her own pairing as the President and Vice-President after the bank blew up?) who can probably achieve 90% of the team's success level on their own. That super-serial-killer chick may have talked about Reid losing a "protector" in Morgan, but Hotch has always been the one Reid has come to or looked to. He was pretty distraught about the idea of Hotch leaving to be Section Chief, not that long ago, too. Also, constant super-crush behaviour which I could list but this post is already very long. Reid would not just immediately go "Prentiss is our leader now, this'll be great!". FFS.

Anyway we all know the way they wrote Hotch off was bullshit, hence the suuuper-long monologue to explain everything that's apparently happened off-screen, and yeah he'd totally enter WITSEC without even telling the team (until he decided to resign) when Peter Lewis had already hacked it once and killed the person on it before the team figured out who he was after and got there 🙄. All of it is super implausible. But to me, nothing more so than Reid's poor imitation of shock/surprise and almost total lack of emotional reaction. Him knowing beforehand, because Hotch already said goodbye to him, is the only thing that will ever make me be at peace with this crap from an in-universe POV.

This could all be shot to pieces in the next ep lol, but for now I'm just glad my brain has a way to make sense of it.

#criminal minds #hotchreid #hotch/reid #heid #sorry for the super long rant #that hasn't been proofread #and my copy-paste went funny so God only knows if the same phrase I tried to move is somewhere in this post like 10 times #I wouldn't normally share but #there's not a lot of hotch/reid content #so I thought I might as well #I realise I also spewed a whole bunch of my other headcanons out there in a half-developed way #if someone takes issue with them I hope I get to explain before they yell at me that I'm wrong #like don't just assume I have poor media literacy folks. Tonight's idea may be half-formed but I can back the rest of my shit up #at least as well as any other subtextual fan-theory #ok hey it's now 6:30am!#goodnight!#😅😅😅

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WIP Whenever (Actually on a Wednesday!)

@chevvy-yates had tagged me in a WIP Whenever thingy last week (I think? What is time) and @breezypunk sharing their WIPs reminded me I meant to do this. So, stuff I'm working on!

Over my Christmas break, I just started barely scratching the surface of working on my own custom poses. Because I'm me, I desperately need some battle couple poses--Fighting side-by-side, holding the other one while they're wounded, maybe fighting each other, etc. I compiled a Pinterest inspo board here to get an idea of what I'm going for.

This pose isn't anywhere close to being finished, but it's a start:

A small confession: while I actually like working in Blender quite a bit, I kind of hate everything else about modding, lmao. I've probably said it before, but my day job requires me to use so many shitty apps and software that always require 37 workarounds just to perform normally--I really don't have a lot of patience for troubleshooting shit during my leisure hours. Hopefully, the project won't become too much of a headache when I get into importing and working with props. 🤞

Virtual photography is always a constant for me these days--I was actually thinking yesterday how it feels like the absolute perfect creative medium for me. I like drawing and writing and 'real' photography, and I very much need to make sure I have more analog and tactile creative projects to keep me sane, but VP just hits in a way nothing else really has.

I am still working on the photostory I shared last time, but I don't want to give away too much there. It's also on a bit of a pause while I figure out some tech issues (read: I regret updating my game, lmao). However, I already have a ton of shots/mini-stories I need to queue up:

Other than that, it's kind of personal reflection shit and contemplating goals/resolutions for 2024. Getting long-winded and a little blunt under the cut:

I've always really struggled with making goals--I don't think I've ever had a situation in which I explicitly stated "I have a goal of XYZ" and then I achieved XYZ. I've had plenty of nebulous "Hey, I think I'd like to do XYZ" thoughts and then lo and behold, I do actually make XYZ a reality, but as soon as the word "goal" is attached to something, I just check tf out.

It was actually something I was trying to talk to my therapist about last summer, and then we kind of hit a dead end on that specific topic and decided I had other problems that were more pressing to deal with, lmao. But all the best goal advice in the world--following the SMART method, sharing it with someone for extra accountability, etc.--Just does not work with my brain.

(The accountability thing in particular always hugely backfires for me because just telling someone I want to do a thing tricks my brain into thinking I did that thing and now I don't need to anymore. Also, I don't like people telling me what to do, so if someone was like "hey, shouldn't you do this thing so you can meet your goal" I will say no just on principle of being a brat, lmao. I really hate that piece of advice.)

I know some of it, probably a lot of it, is fear of failure if I don't meet the goal. I'm very hard on myself--That's a no-brainer.

But I also think some of it, maybe just as much, is fear of success. Which I used to think was the stupidest fucking thing anyone could say about this shit, but success can mean big change. Success can mean increased feelings of imposter syndrome. Success can mean attention and responsibility I don't want. Success can mean bigger consequences if I do fuck up later.

I've come to realize that success is honestly as equally scary to me as failing.

I think this is a big reason I've always been content (or convinced myself to be content) with being good and not great, even if that means I'm not reaching my ~*full potential*~. (There are other external/macro reasons for that too, like my loathing of people trying to push me to monetize my passions, but I don't feel like getting into systemic gripes, lmao.)

Goals that require me to step outside of my usual routine also give me a lot of anxiety, which is something I've working towards managing (you could say that it's a goal of mine to get that under control dfgjhfjgdf), but that's still a very real hurdle for me.

Like I've been trying to go back to a minimum of 20 minutes of dedicated exercise (versus just walking a lot) a 3 times a week, and I get stressed if I miss it, or even just feel like I'm going to miss it (like if 7 PM starts creeping up and I haven't started it yet), but I also get all bent out shape spending 20 minutes on exercising while I'm doing it as if there's a better use of that time and THERE'S NOT. Like, what am I really missing? 20 minutes of scrolling Tumblr? Shut the fuck up, lmao.

All this to say that I don't really feel like I'm ready to set goals in a traditional sense, and that might not be something that ever works for me, but there are things I think would just be... kinda nice for me to do for myself that I want to do this year:

I need to actually be nicer to myself. As a matter of fact, @ren3gade--I hope you don't mind the tag, but I've been meaning to thank you for the "forgive yourself" advice you shared a couple of months back. I started making it a point to use that in my self-talk when I start spiraling, and it has been one of the best means of mitigating certain aspects of my social anxiety. I felt goofy as hell when I first started doing it, but that shit works. Positive self-talk makes you feel better, wow, who knew certainly not me

In a similar spirit, I want to stop being so judgemental about my limitations, and I need to mitigate feelings of guilt when I set boundaries for my mental health and energy. This is something I want to achieve in all areas of my life, but I think the easiest place for me to start flexing these muscles is with fandom. Because, damn, I let myself get into some really bad habits with the CP77 fandom (and I forgive myself for that 🙌). One of the big ones has been putting pressure on myself to keep up with what all my CP77 mutuals are doing at all times, and I'm not doing that to myself anymore. I've spent so much time in the past two years methodically going through tags and blogs to catch up on stuff I missed, and I'm just... relieving myself of this obligation. I know a lot of folks have tried to mitigate that for themselves by encouraging everyone to use their username-tracked tag--I'm not doing that. I'm not giving y'all more tagging work, and I'm not going to give myself the same obligation just in a different way. If I miss a post, I miss a post. Of course y'all are always more than welcome to @ me or send me things you think I'd enjoy (I love that, actually!!), but I'm just one person--I'm incapable of being an omnipresent fandom cheerleader and I don't know why I was pushing myself to be that. Well, that's not entirely true--I have some idea of why, but that's also a mentality I'm leaving in the dust. 😘 Also, for a long time, I did not use the like button for anything other than personal posts purely out of spite because I got tired of people complaining when they'd get likes but not reblogs--My asshole mentality was "Fine, now you get nothing." And that worked for me for several years and several fandoms, but I'm frankly tired of the "like" slander on Tumblr. It's a valid form of interaction and letting someone know you liked their stuff. I don't say this with malice, but other people's mentality of being unhappy with likes instead of reblogs is not my burden to bear. Anyway, I don't want to turn this into a rant about fandom stuff, lmao, but the point is I need more boundaries in my life, and I'm starting here.

I'm happier when I spend more time than I have been on traditional art and creative things that get me off my PC. Like I said above, I love VP so much, but it does unfortunately tether me to my computer desk longer than is probably good for me in the long run, mentally and physically. I stocked up on some new traditional art supplies, and I need to put those to use now that I'm settled into my new place. (And I've been itching to do a charcoal portrait of my bb girl.)

Reading books (gotta be physical, no screens) also makes me feel better. I've got about 7 books on my nightstand that I could totally finish this year--Doing that might be the one stereotypical goal I make for myself.

I want to reevaluate how I "multitask;" in particular, I want to break the habit of always having to have a background show/movie on OR always feeling the need to do something on my computer/phone while I watch a show/movie. Even as a kid (way before I lost my attention span to my smartphone lmao), I've always been inclined to doing something else while I watch shows and movies, but that used to be limited to drawing or painting my nails, which I think is fine. Now I just always feel like I need a screen nearby to do something else, even if there's really not something else worth doing. And listening to music or podcasts while I work on a thing is also fine, but it's gotten to the point where I almost can't have complete silence, and I don't like that. I miss being comfortable with silence while I pour all of my focus into a project. I just need to find some equilibrium here.

I know this isn't exactly a standard WIP Whenever, but me is what I'm working on, and I think it's all essential stuff to nurturing my creativity. 😊

#mine: wip #t: wench.txt

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