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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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when you feel up to it, can you let us know how the rest of the ravesey hate went?

hello, my darling!

yes, i can!

i will, however, just to keep myself sane and my fingers from hurting, have to give these updates to you...in parts.

i am predicting to finish the ravesey hate, i will need at least four parts. this is part one. it is not written very formally at all, it's spelled very wrong and is kind of a mess. but it's info!!! and i hope it thrills u! these updates and the lore means a lot to me <3 so i really really hope that you like it. please *rp vc* let me know if it pleases and sparkles.

but now,

without further ado...

please enjoy the worst part of your day,

and rem(ember )

to smile, pendejo ;)

okay, so Technically chapter six was supposed to end with this dialogue, but i was under a lot of duress writing chapter six because i was trying to rush it out ( of anxiety ) so i didn't have time to write or develop the bottom actions or dialogue.

ergo, this is how lucky ( or unlucky who knows? not you guys yet ;) ehehe ) rm chapter 7 starts out. ( i will re-link 6 for y'all soon...i still kind of hate the way it's written and y'all were not supposed to get ravenstan pov this early, but the context is important and stan was so fucking cute in it like he's so pathetic and dorky, i'm luv him c': )

anYWays! context for this dialogue is kyle setting his phone up to surprise facetime ike, but instead of kyle answeing it, it's raven ;)

nOT THE FOOT CREAM LMAOOOOO *jersey vc* it'S ORTHOPEDIC!!! >://// screaming crying n throwing up!!!!

which is what ike and co. are doing!!!

they are in ikes bedroom, which is FULL of cd stuff, btw.

there's a poster of old og cd on the wall because they haven't taken new promotional pictures so i think it's kenny with slightly shorter...black hair? or some kind of undercut moment? ( i canonized asian kenny btw they are fione as hell pls kiss me ken ), jimmy in the skull shirt w the drum stick behind his ear, thot foulkinson w/ foreboding fuccboi energies and raven of crimson dawn ofc, his hair is red which u know indicates manic episode!rae he's sticking his tongue out w the silver ringed, nail poilsh fingers bent into the rock&roll symbol, fishnet shirt...u know the drill, he looks like a wh0re.

but yes, so they're in ikes crimson dawn shrine bedroom, there's four other kids with him whose names we do not know. so we have ike, who i will describe in a second, we have a gothy boy sitting next to kyle with jet black hair, black lipstick, eyeliner, the whole shebang. we have a girl with red hair -- she seems quieter and studious. there is a girl with dirty blonde hair and she seems very vivacious and bubbly. she is smiling very wide and waving. and there is a popular blonde boy in a letterman jacket, scowling, looking unimpressed by this surprise celebrity guest appearance. i am sure you have ur guesses.

anyways x 2 kyle is about to strangle ike and try to justify his freaking lame ass embarassing ass Orthopedic Foot Cream delivery when he stops mid word, leaning in, hand on hip, eyes wide, Mad As Hell, like "isaac moisha broflovski WHAT THE HELL DIDJA DO TO YA HAIR?!"

because, girls, gays and theys...ike broflovski's hair...

is bleached raven of crimson dawn...Blonde. ;)

so ike is giving mini raven of crimson dawn, he is wearing the old crimson dawn teeshirt with the blood moon rising on it, even did raven's really bad chrome nail polish. tbh he looks more punk rock than the kid sittin next to him who is def more trad, romantic goth.

but yes, ike tells kyle he literally Just Did It while they were waiting for a part of their project to come together ( it does involve cd later, but not at this very moment ) and kyle is grilling the living shit out of him Older Brother Style all like mom is going to kill you and put your head on a spike, ike!!! i cannot believe you!!! this is sooooo...

and ravenstan is like "SICK, dude!" then kyle gives ravenstan the scary ass new jersey forest green laser eyes and stan as raven gulps and is like "Sick...ening. I am...Sickened, Ike. That is very irresponsible of you!" like mouthing 'i'm lying, so cool' winking at the camera jshdjsahdl stopping every time kyle looks over...smh they're married.

also i said Stan As Raven because jerseykyle notices that raven of crimson dawn immediately sounds like the guy that hit on him at the concert again in front of everyone. he does not sound like the cute, super embarrassed, flustery boy that was falling all over himself and advocating for plant rights. like, he switched up the second that camera came on. rae is also nervously fidgeting with his dress pants and breathing laboriously. additionally, he's taking Very Large swigs of his box wine in a...way that is...Concerning...like its a coping mech.

jersey kyle is sussed out by this, both the voice thing and ravenstan's pretty habitual drinking/how that seems to relax him immediately. the voice thing he assumes was just a weird fluke or something, kyle figures he imagined it anyways because raven kind of sounded like stan for a second which, clearly was a ptsd hallucination bc evil raven of crimson dawn...is not his wonderful, lovely stanley marsh...clearly.

also, why the fuck does he care about raven of crimson dawn??? he does Not care about crimson dawn obviously! he sips his wine lmao

okay, moving right along, raven of cd tells kyle...sigh...doing the voice committing to the bit smh...that he heard that it's ike's birthday, and while he'd love to give him vip tickets for him and the other five to one of his new york shows/fly them out free of charge n have them stay in the crimson dawn manwhoresion like a spooky haunted hotel.

i'll give you details on the cd manwhoresion in a diff post because there's a chapter that takes place largely within it for...Reasons.

but yes, he Wants to do that!!! however, all the shows around there are 18+ and its ike's seventeenth bday ( he's a little younger than everyone else bc he's a genius like kyle and skipped a grade ) and ravenstan doesn't want him to miss Hannukah.

( which, yes kyle does think its kind of sweet that raven must have remembered that kyle said that he was jewish and also that he cared that ike spent that time with his family...raven of crimson dawn does take another large box wine swig when talking about family...lol rip )

i also do think he slips a little...when i tell y'all stan is not that good at pretending to not know who kyle is like, smh, even if i didn't tell y'all that, you probably would have figured it out...but he basically says something like Your Mom Would Totally Go Postal

and kyle is like uhhhh how do you know that? and hes like AHAHAHAHA well you said she'd be mad about lil bro's blonde hair! trying to back pedal ohhhh my god. that placates kyle only slightly.

but they are moving right along, too fast to dwell on anything, also this is about ike...not them. speaking of ike tho, he seems super bummed and is like "i don't need to spend hannukah here!!! lmao!!! kyles not even coming like he misses it every year anyways!" totally throws kyle under the bus to spend time w/ celebPretty raven smhh

buuuuuut x2 ( and its a big butt if ur kyle <3 ) raven of cd is like "well, don't worry he's gonna be there, because i had a back up plan." and raven of cd whips out this piece of paper and winks and waves it. ike and goth boys eyes widen like they know Exactly what that is omg.

in the raven of cd voice he starts reading:

"dear crimson dawn ( especially raven ),

stan totally winks at him and kyle rolls his eyes lol.

the letter then goes onto explain that his birthday is coming up and more importantly, it's his winter formal. and that every year, the same super whack band from when his dad was in high school plays at their show. its a bunch of old dudes who totally do not shred. ike says that it's probably a long shot and that raven and cd are super famous and doing super cool, super famous band boy things, but asks him if they'd be willing to play at their high school's winter formal.

he also says that he has a big crush on someone and was working up the nerve to ask them...there is a gendered word on there...ike looks distressed like omg pls don't say it and raven just winks @ him again.

( i love you, ravenstan omg. )

and speaking, ofc, of lovely ravenstan, he tells ike that Crimson Dawn Will Be There, Little Man. Rock And Roll. Ur Only Seventeen Once. ;)

he also says that he's gonna fly kyle and the blondies squad out with them...you know...so now kyle can be with his family on hannukah.

very generous, raven! thank you! KYLE IS FREAKING OUT HES LIKE HELL NO HELL NO ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!!!! and raven is like woops too late, adios, amigos! and remember its always darkest...

*ike and squad vc* Before Crimson Dawn!!!!

ravenstan hangs up and kyle is trying to KILL him like are you fucking Insane??? you can't just play at my little brother's winter formal??? and raven stan is like...oh i think i can, new jersey! also he's fkn right bc kyle's totally stuck going now bc ike looked super excited and raven basically told ike that kyle would be there...fml.

but ravenstan is like "Speaking Of New Jersey, i will have those tickets booked for a week before the dance so you have time to be with your family/settle in..." kyle cuts him off by laughing and ravenstan is like metal eyebrow raise "what's so funny" and kyle is like "you think ike lives in new jersey?" and raven like *squints more* "you literally have a new jersey accent, new jersey? don’t you..."

and kyle is like "i did live in jersey, crow, but when i graduated high school and started college, my family had no reason to stay up there anymore ( doesn't explain ), plus my dad got a Business Opportunity. so they moved back home..."

"To South Park, Colorado."

ANDDDD LHDSHDLSHDk OHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! when i tell you ravenstan was STRESSED!!!!! he was like wtfwtfwtf like internally screaming help help help!!!! he thought kyle lived in new jersey???? because the last internet stalking of kyle ( while outdated ) placed him in FUCKING NEW JERSEY?????? oh my gooooood bitch!!!!!

so obviously, we don't have this pov, but basically stan is putting the pieces together and he's like fucking hell, that was literally hs firkle, filmore, tricia tucker and...he doesn't know who the blonde girl is but honestly he's so stressed out he's like i probably just forgot her name.

so he's like *voice crack* "sOUTH PARK, COLORADO????!!!!" fml fml

jersey is like "yeah...south park, colorado. you got a problem, crow?"

and ravenstan is like AHAHAHAH!!!! "no!!! no problem...at all! haha!!! can't wait to visit, this will be so fun! to go where i--i mean you grew up!!! haha! wow! whew!~"

*fucking kills the boxwine and cracks the crazy red heart glass vial necklace and inhales very deeply* he's still shaking btw like FUCK

and kyle is about to finally grill him about what is clearly raven of crimson dawn's serious drinking problem and ask what the weird vial is and why he's inhaling it when....

kyle...gets a waft of something.

and is like...

"…crow, do you smell Burning?”

and both their eyes go WIDE and they're like

"tHE LASAGNA!!!!!!!!"

AAAsaaaAAAAAAaaa

*bebe stevens vc* And Scene.

so that is part one ur welcome to ask me questions about it, but if they belong in extremely far in the future parts or like would spoil a lot of the surprises in these ask message updates, i will...not answer them. i am sorry if it feels like i'm ignoring you, also, i have 100 asks.

BUT I HOPE THIS WAS FUN!!! thank you for being flexible!!!!! i know it's not the same as getting a real update but hopefully you are stoked on finally getting some information! i will edit this so its more coherent later, i promise! if you want to rest of the parts, pls lmk.

also...if you feel up to it...if you could tell me how you feel abt this? like if you thought it was cool or liked it or didn't like it? lmao...i'm nervous smh smh smh skdhslkahds.

-uncle nina, serial fanfic spoiler / the ravesey gay agenda

#rm spoiler #ravesey hate #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #are we stoked did we like it lmao lmao #there is like three more parts #the next part will be the rest of seven #and the two after that cover chapter eight of the hate #BUT I HOPE WE LIKE THIS SORRY ITS WRITTEN BADLY #BUT LMAO I AM OBSESSED #MY BOYS MY BOYS MY BOYS #ravenstan fucked up literally so bad he is literally screaming and crying and throwing up like Lifes So Fun Lifes So Fun lmaoo #he is in hell he is burning in arson fake dead boy hell #SPEAKING OF BURNING #NOT THE LASAGNA #tfw ur so distracted by ur very hot blonde celebrity hate boy doting on ur little brother and remembering hannukah that the lasagna #that u were literally not going to eat anyways rip jerseys ed and hate of mushrooms STARTS BURNING OOOOF #anyways like and subscribe #please if its not too much trouble ur welcome to treat my ask box or the comms of this post like ao3 #if it pleases and sparkles or it sucks so much ass lmk lmao #be brutal its okay

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slimeciclecock · 8 months

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My queue's gonna start going but getting to actually catch this stream and event live is lowkey making me want to do it regularly. Like on the weekdays

#realistically i would not be staying up everyday until like 4 or 5am just to catch a twitch stream #but being a qsmp watcher is so hard when you barely have time to watch anything #its saturday 4.30am now and actually i have lunch plans tmr. was planning to wake up at 9am lmaooo #idk it does make me wonder like technically i could .... but also no i literally cant. not with my job 😭#i was considering this schedule just bc its yhe time that pac streams and thats the--#ALRIGHT WAIT SHUT UP PAC UNINTENTIONALLY LASSOED FIT?!?!!!#gay momence happening while im trying to decide if i want to set aside sleep to watch silly little streams PPFT 🥴#fuck i forgor what i was trying to say oh my lord #nvm nvm its not important i think im just gonna liveblog (if i do)#fitpac genuinely distracted me LMAOO thsts not helping ghat im on the brink of conking out

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tmos-time · 1 year

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hiii i love ur art style!! what program do you use and what brushes do you use?

aww thank you! ✨

i use krita for my artwork! i believe i started around, what, late 2020? all my other artwork before i swapped to krita was done in fire alpaca; i would personally recommend the swap! for one, theres a lot more shortcuts i can cut corners with in krita where i was fumbling around in fire alpaca haha

as for the brushes i use, i've tended to swap them around depending on how im feeling in the past-- i've been a big fan of "d)_ink_7_brush_rough" tbh!-- but lately i've grown attached to a custom one i made a while back that i lovingly named "XX)_weird_brush" lmao; i took the predefined "spike_blob" shape, and just did this to the sharpness setting 🙈

otherwise, the only other things i personally have on for the brush are size and spacing, and i dont believe i changed anything about them? size is just a steady incline from bottom left to top right, and spacing is a slightly left-leaning bell-curve from top left, to middle-ish, to top right

at a brush size of 10px, you should get a result close to this if you don't decide to customize further for yourself! i grew very attached to the pixel-y nature of the brush, while STILL having enough breathing room to give you a light texture pressing softly enough lmao

#sweetanswer #eridan-amporna #thanks for the ask!! had a WEIRD stress dream so its nice to have a distraction before i go back to sleep lmaoo #and for those of you who work on bigger canvases YES i know my brush size is shrimpy just i have so much shit open at all times 🙈🙈#i work best when my brushes Dont lag behind my brush strokes and chug a little when i do longer lines haha #ANYWAY. hope this helps you out!!

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wolfiesmoon · 4 months

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Riddle Rosehearts x gn!reader

We learned about disney in film class this week and my mind was infected by images of twst boys lmaoo this game is a disease

I've had a turbulent week but its finally time for the holidays which means.... more schoolwork because our school doesnt subscribe to mental health

Lately, Riddle has been unfocused in class. This is very much unlike him, and he realises this. For him, being this distracted is like a death sentence to his perfect test scores.

He needs to get to the bottom of this, and quick.

Classes are over for the day and he's returning to his dorm to check up on the rose maze. Soon, it will be time for an unbirthday party and he must make sure everything is progressing smoothly.

Especially the painting of the roses, which was started a little late this time.

Ace and Deuce ended up complaining to you about the workload and since you have nothing to do anyways you decided to join them in painting the roses. Grim opted out of it this time since he "has better things to do".

You hummed to yourself as you painted the first rose on a heart shaped bush by yourself.

"What are you doing here?" a strict voice stopped you in your tracks. You'd recognise that voice anywhere. You probably should have asked if it was fine for you to help out beforehand, but you've helped without his permission before, even if it was on account of a certain first year's stupidity.

"I was bored and Ace and Deuce were complaining, so I decided to join. Don't tell me you're mad about free labour from the good of my own heart?" you added the final spot of paint to the rose, pouting back at him dramatically.

"I am thankful for your help, I don't know why you would make such an accusation." And yet, he still looked pissed off for some reason.

You stepped off from the stepstool, moving closer to him and humming. "Then why do you look like an old grumpy persian cat right now?"

"What- I do not!" he defended himself, cheeks turning a little pink as he crossed his arms.

In reality, he's angry that you're doing more work than you have to. He knows how horrible it is to be overworked a little too well and he wants you to be well rested and happy under every circumstance, not helping out when you really don't need to.

"I'll paint the roses. Don't bother yourself. I am much faster because I can simply transform them with my magic anyways." He moved past you, stepping up on the stepstool (which was unnecessary since he can use magic from a distance).

He doesn't really know why, but he gets the urge to protect you sometimes. Even from a task like painting the roses.

"If you say sooo..." you sat down on the soft grass, watching Riddle paint rose after rose. You have to admit, the slight smile on his face is quite adorable.

You could get used to watching this.

"Hey! Get back here, you stupid weasel!" you heard Ace's voice from somewhere in the rose maze. Weasel...? There's only one weasel you know.

And sure enough, in a few seconds Grim was running past you with a mischevious look on his face and a magical pen in his mouth, which you presume belongs to Ace.

Seems he got bored of "all the better stuff he had to do" and decided to cause trouble for poor Ace again. You got up, trying to grab him but ultimately failed in doing so.

"Wait right there!" Riddle yelled after Grim, attempting to stop him with his magic but he was a moment too late with Grim dissapearing behind a corner.

A few moments after him, Ace came running around the corner. "Where did he go?!" he asked frantically, whipping his head around at all the paths where Grim could have gone.

"That way." you pointed casually, already used to their shenanigans.

Ace quickly ran past you, accidentally moving the stepstool in the process and making Riddle stumble and fall over.

You quickly caught him, softening his fall. Thank god you were standing so close to him.

"Wha..." he whispered, cheeks turning red again. What in the world is this feeling? It feels like his chest is tightening, but it feels... good? Being caught in your arms is strange.

"Are you okay?" you asked, concerned by the look on his face.

"I umm.... I am completely fine." Riddle cleared his throat, straightening up and taking a singular step away from you.

"Are you sure? Because you look pretty shaken up to me." you moved close to him again, inspecting his face up close.

"You must be doing that on purpose." he felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. Now that he thinks about it, this feeling is similar to the one he gets during class. The one he can't get rid of for the life of him.

"What do you mean?" you asked innocently. You really want to kiss his red cheeks right now, but with Riddle you never know if they're red from anger or... something else. You don't want to take any chances, but it's hard to hold back around him sometimes.

"Nevermind. Just do something about those two!" he huffed, turning his head away, face now completely red.

Oops, looks like you ended up painting the housewarden red instead of the roses.

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hanlimz · 11 months

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[midnight thoughts: jongseong + domestic life]

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader [ig implied fem!reader, but it isn't rly specified where jinsol comes from,,,, if u,,, catch my drift ig LMAOO] genre/warnings: domestic fluff bc i need to marry park jongseong asap >:( !!! / food cw !, corny flirting bc i love playful banter, misleading title bc i posted this in the evening lolol, also i finished this at 3am again so the end is prob a bit ramble-y (?) wc: ~0.9k (this is pretty short considering i could talk abt jay 4ever) a/n: inspired by jay's weverse post where he told engenes to eat more fruit <////3 (i love him so much it's literally not even funny) / i also have no idea where "jinsol" came from ?? i've never had baby fever in my LIFE??? but oh to have a happy little family w park jongseong :'''''') / also i listened to seasons by wave to earth while writing 10/10 recommend

humidity weighs heavy in the summer air as a bead of sweat threatens to trail its way from the valley between your shoulder blades down to the small of your back. the weather would be unbearable if not for the large bowl of freshly cut fruit in your lap and the angelic bouts of laughter spilling from your daughter's lips. a fake tiara is poised atop her tiny head, the bottom of her fairy costume is stained with dirt from the garden, and she's poking your husband with a magic wand you recently purchased for her birthday.

you giggle as you spot jongseong pretending to be some fantastical monster; he chases your daughter back and forth through the park with a menacing twitch of his nose and an undeniable fondness twinkling in his gaze. relishing in this moment of peace, large clouds billow out into the sweeping, blue sky to offer a temporary reprieve from the sun's unyielding heat. however, even in spite of the shade, condensation pools in your lap as the bowl of fruit succumbs to the sweltering temperatures.

"oh, princess jinsol!" you call, having to suppressing a chuckle as your daughter's face immediately lights up at the new title. "the fruit's going to be all warm if you don't catch that big, scary beast soon!"

jongseong shoots you a playful glare as an exaggerated pout is etched into his features. while jinsol is still distracted by trying to figure out how to defeat her father-turned-sworn-enemy, he scoops her up into his arms and peppers an array of kisses all over her face. another spell of that same, ethereal laughter graces your ears as the two of them draw closer; your daughter is squirming in jongseong's hold, and as soon as she escapes from the "monster's" clutches, she buries herself into your side to nuzzle her forehead into the soft fabric of your sundress.

"daddy's so silly—huh, babygirl?" you say, running two knuckles along the soft, rounded expanse of her cheek. as you move the bowl out of her way, jinsol nods into the crook of your hip; she seems to find solace in the damp cotton and the hypnotic patterns you're tracing into her skin. "never goes easy on his princess, hm?"

jongseong brushes his fingers through jinsol's hair before reaching up to pinch your cheek. "hey—i let her win, sometimes ..." he protests, glancing down at his daughter; her chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern, and the fatigued fluttering of her eyelids mimic the butterflies accompanying your summer picnic. jongseong places a loving kiss to the crown of your head while admiring the little masterpiece napping atop your thighs. your lover lowers his voice to a careful whisper, "i just felt like i had to live up to the title of 'big, scary beast' that was bestowed upon me."

"oh, i see ..." you hum with a playful lilt, "what were you even trying to be—a troll?"

he snorts, "an ogre, maybe?"

"some sort of mortally wounded dragon?" you offer, basking in the feeling of his shoulder bouncing against yours. jongseong leans into your side as he carefully reaches over you and jinsol to grab a piece of watermelon, but you're quicker. ever the bringer of mischief—you snatch the bowl away from him with an impish grin dancing at the corners of your mouth. "maybe instead of stealing the princess, though," you simper, wiggling your eyebrows in the way you know makes him laugh, "you could steal a kiss from me?"

your husband scoffs, but lets his fingers waltz up the length of your arm nevertheless. "hilarious," he deadpans, quirking an eyebrow to stare at you over the rim of his sunglasses. "you're pretty bold to assume that one kiss would satisfy a super strong, super awesome dragon with sexy shades."

"ugh, you're so lucky i love you," you groan, faking a gag before succumbing to his charms—regardless of the strange ways that they may manifest in. "how about two kisses and i give you the watermelon?"

"haggling, now, are we?" jongseong chuckles, hooking his index finger under your chin, "i'll raise you ... three kisses, the watermelon, and another picnic next weekend."

"you've got yourself a deal, park jongseong."

your husband moves forward to press a gentle kiss against the tip of your nose; it forces a symphony of giggles from your mouth, but everything goes quiet when his lips meet yours in a conjunction that mirrors the sensation of ice cold lemonade gliding down your throat on a warm, summer's afternoon. the way jongseong kisses you is light and refreshing; he never fails to send shivers up your spine, and his lips are always sure to leave you dazed when he pulls away. jongseong draws back, stopping for a moment to graze the pad of his thumb over your cupid's bow before craning his neck up to place one more lingering kiss to your forehead.

"can i snag a piece of watermelon, now?" jongseong asks, that same exaggerated pout reappearing on his face.

you laugh, "anything for you, dear."

there's a beat of silence. a delicate summer breeze coaxes a sweet melody from the leaves that hang on the surrounding trees. as you watch jongseong feast on a mouthful of fresh fruit, you card your fingers through jinsol's silken hair. your princess is safe once more, sleeping soundly beneath the hidden stars in the evening sky. perhaps, in the future, she will face dragons more dangerous than the one her father pretends to be—but, for now, she is peaceful in your arms. mesmerized by the sheer adoration swelling in your heart, you don't actively register your husband's soft hand squeezing at the back of our neck. instead, it's a comforting pressure, it's a quiet reassurance that everything is okay, and it's a resolute promise to protect his happy, little family until the end of time.

it's love.

and, really, what more could you ask for?

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soaps-mohawk · 7 days

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The scream i wanted to scream with that last line.......... To distract myself I've been imagining our little reader just aggressively following ghost around to scent him but SImon being a little shit and constantly moving juuuuuuuussst far enough away to not let her. (eventually he caves, whether its because shes pouting, soap get involved and holds him still etc, he still gets aggressively snuggled)

Hehe me and my cliffhangers, I know 🤭 y'all are gonna learn how much I love them.

Reader so would enlist Soap's help to get Simon still enough she can scent him lmaoo. Of course he says yes because he's an agent of chaos. It would have to be a sneak attack. Johnny swoops in and sits on him, pinning him down while the reader comes in from behind before Simon can realize what's happening. Secretly he's proud of them for pulling it off, but of course he'd never admit that out loud 🤭

#answered

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kaixserzz · 10 months

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Loyal Knight 2

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ 8.0k words ┊ Fluff + Angst/comfort *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist | Part 1 *ೃ༄

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HI GUYS PART 2!! i accidentally posted part 1 when i haven't finished this LMAOO but it's been like a week since i started this fic SO i just wrote it in one goso :3 no beta this time so i can make my beta reader cry like a bitch, realized that reader is kinda like, maybe yandere? idk they're both obsessed with each other anyways LMAO,, also pls dottore rqs <3... WHY DID IS THIS LONGER THAN I EXPCTED NOOOOOO FUCK!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, injuries, blood, mentions of lots of scars, experiments, and death, dottore and reader r both crazy, obsessiveness/possessiveness from both parties, dottore hits reader ONCE dw it's just to snap reader out of their shit, uhh relationship fights? LMAO idk cant have a relationship w/o errors amirite, cyro vision reader, dark humor cuz... dottore, also kinda suggestive at the end?? nothing happened, just... biting cuz its dottore LMAOO

iv. guilt

Zandik paid little heed to the Archons, celestial beings overseeing Teyvat, and the so-called 'blessings' they bestowed. His interest lay solely in their power, particularly the enigmatic artifact known as the 'Gnosis'. Apart from that, little else piqued his curiosity.

But Zandik held a particular disdain for your Vision above all others. The sight of your Vision alone was enough to sour Zandik's mood, and he preferred if you refrained from using it altogether.

It served as a constant reminder of the day he had made a grave mistake. It wasn't intentional, he hadn't meant for you to get hurt that bad. He hadn't expected it. It wasn't part of his calculations. It was his fault.

Your Vision, which you proudly wielded with joy, became a source of suffocating resentment and guilt for that day. Not that he'll admit that to you.

The sight of blood never bothered Zandik. Not one bit. Acquiring blood samples, blood dripping down his skin from his injuries, and the knowledge of blood pumping throughout his body. Yet when you lay in his arms that day, blood uncontrollably poured from the gash on your side, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dizziness wash over him.

During a routine exploration in one of the ruins you discovered, a dormant Ruin Guard unexpectedly activated and set its sights on Zandik. Despite your years of experience in combat, a ruin guard was still tiered above your capabilities.

But deep down, Zandik couldn't shake off the suspicion that the gods had shown favoritism towards you. In a miraculous turn of events, he was suddenly propelled away from the Ruin Guard's line of sight, shielded by a frigid burst of ice. The Archons had bestowed upon you the power of the Cryo Vision, recognizing your unwavering determination to protect Zandik.

With Zandik's swift actions and your valiant efforts to distract the Ruin Guard, it was eventually deactivated. However, you didn't emerge from the encounter unscathed. The new ability granted to you by your Vision proved to be uncontrollable, you had no idea how to utilize it just yet. The Ruin Guard easily overpowered you, tossing you aside as if you were nothing more than a lifeless ragdoll.

And the moment Zandik ran towards your body, barely breathing with blood soaking your clothes, he knew that he hated your Vision more than anything.

Your body was deathly cold, and Zandik couldn't tell if it was due to your Vision, or if you were already dead.

Amidst the days you spent in slumber, Zandik dedicated himself to your care. His once meticulously organized scrolls and project documentation were discarded and replaced by books on human biology, medicine, and recovery. His focus shifted to gathering various herbs and medical supplies to aid in your healing process.

Your wound was above his medical knowledge, but Zandik adamantly refused to hand you over to those who could provide immediate help. He understood the consequences you both would face if your activities were discovered. Nonetheless, he took it upon himself to do everything he could to aid in your recovery and ensure your well-being.

Zandik couldn't comprehend his own reaction to your injury. He believed it should be trivial for someone as resilient as you. If you were awake, you would scoff at the wound and dismiss it with laughter. But his emotions betrayed him, tightening his chest and filling his mind with doubts. Could he truly heal you? Would you recover completely? When did he start doubting his own abilities? After all, he was a genius, capable of restoring you to your previous state of health. Yet, the uncertainty persisted, tormenting his thoughts and weighing heavily on his heart.

His usual composed demeanor shattered in the presence of your injured form. The sight of you so vulnerable and still, coupled with the weight of his own uncertainty, caused his hands to tremble uncontrollably. Each time he whispered your name, his voice carried a mixture of fear and longing, hoping for any sign of response from you. Countless sleepless nights were spent tirelessly monitoring your vital signs, studying medical techniques, and seeking ways to aid in your recovery. The touch of his fingertips against your skin evoked a cascade of emotions within him, causing his bottom lip to quiver and his eyes to burn with unshed tears. The intensity of his feelings threatened to choke his breath, leaving him grappling with a vulnerability he had never anticipated.

In those moments when Zandik tended to your wounds, his heart clenched with a mixture of concern and fear. The touch of your cold skin sent a shiver down his spine, stirring an unsettling realization within him. Despite his intellect and knowledge, he couldn't help but question if you were still among the living. The fear that you might slip away from him haunted his thoughts, yet he couldn't bring himself to voice this deep-seated worry. Instead, he masked it with a determined focus on finding ways to restore warmth and vitality to your body, desperate to dispel the icy touch that threatened to consume you.

The surge of unfamiliar emotions within Zandik puzzled him. He had never experienced such feelings before, and it unsettled him. This vulnerability, this concern for another's well-being, was entirely new territory for him. It was a revelation that challenged his perception of himself. Zandik realized that he was capable of caring deeply for someone— you, despite his initial reluctance to acknowledge it.

Perhaps the cold has comforted you into a peaceful slumber, but it only reminded him how awful it was to feel your body so cold in comparison to his warmth.

"Hey,"

Your voice brought Zandik back to reality, and his gaze was drawn to your shirtless figure. It had been a month since the incident and a few weeks since you woke up. Standing before a mirror, you examined the new scar that adorned your body. The intensity of his stare was palpable, fixated not only on the scar but also on the Vision hanging from your waist, below the prominent mark.

"If it grosses you out that much, just tell me. No need to stare at it," You jest with faux annoyance in your tone, yet it was only met with silence from him. It was odd for Zandik to act so out of character ever since you've woken up.

The dorm was in disarray, with unwashed dishes, scattered books, and trash strewn about. You reluctantly remarked that you weren't looking forward to cleaning all of it, but to your surprise, Zandik took it upon himself to clean the mess. You expressed your gratitude and told him he didn't have to do it, considering how he had been taking care of you've since you woken up.

But he just told you to lay back on your bed and rest. To not even think about going outside your shared dorm, or lay a single finger on your sword. You were going to rest, and his words were final. Well, you weren't going to argue with that (his cooking was pretty bad though, it almost sent you back into a comatose).

Seeing how unsettled he was when you first opened your eyes, constantly checking on you and ensuring your wound was clean, you knew he was genuinely concerned. It touched your heart to see his care, and you couldn't bear to see him so down.

You took in a deep, confident breath, walked towards him, and smacked his head with your hand. Zandik let out an outraged cry, his glare that you missed so much was immediately on your smiling face. "Now now, don't be so down! I'm okay now!" Taking your sword out of its scabbard, you did a few swings and didn't feel any sort of pain at all. "You brought me back in perfect condition all thanks to your hard work and medicinal expertise! Sure, I may have gotten a scar, and I'm pretty sure you hate my Vision too,"

You blew a gust of cold wind onto his face, covering it with a thin sheet of snow. Zandik was quick to wipe it off, about to yell at you, but was cut off when you let out a lively laugh; one that he missed hearing once more in all those days you were asleep, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Instead of thinking about what happened in the ruins, just think of me! When you get cold, or see ice and snow, just think of me, and how I'll use my vision to protect you!"

Zandik silently wished you obtained the Pyro Vision instead. Then at least, it would've had warmth. The warmth that you had lacked during the days you were asleep, and the warmth that radiated from you whenever you smiled at him.

But you were content with your Cyro Vision, and so he should be too.

With a huff, he pushed your hand off his shoulder. Zandik's voice dripped with cold disdain as he uttered, "Don't be foolish. My actions were solely driven by self-interest. You're nothing more than a valuable asset to me, and I ensured your survival for my own benefit." However, a fleeting glimpse of genuine concern flashed in his eyes, betraying the facade of indifference he desperately clung to.

Your grin only widened, laughing wholeheartedly as you watched him escape, too embarrassed to stay in the same vicinity as you. "There's my Zandik." And you release a breath of relief.

The icy tendrils of his past failure and guilt were momentarily overtaken by memories of you. The sound of your laughter as you pelted him with a massive snowball, your smile when you playfully blow cool air onto his way when he complains it was too hot, and the deadly sheets of ice you conjured to aid in battle.

Somehow, the tingles he felt from your frosted fingertips were better than any warmth fire could bring.

v. realization

But the bitter chill also served as a constant reminder of the emptiness that consumed him when you weren't by his side.

A year had passed since the last he saw you.

Il Dottore remained in the dark about your whereabouts and current status. In the past, whenever you embarked on a mission, you would often find excuses to report back to him, just to have the opportunity to hear his voice, even from miles away. But now, the silence was deafening, and the absence of your updates gnawed at his heart.

You couldn't have died; Dottore was well aware of your immense strength. You were capable of battling on equal footing with Teyvat's mightiest individual, Il Capitano. Moreover, Dottore had made several modifications to your body, ensuring that death would be the least of your concerns. The notion of an enemy overpowering or eliminating you was simply inconceivable. Therefore, the only logical conclusion Dottore could come up with was that you willingly chose to depart from his side.

Il Dottore was well aware that you had left him. Your absence was palpable in the emptiness of your room, void of your presence, devoid of your clothing and your sword. It resembled the stark emptiness you met when you first arrived and were assigned your chamber within the Fatui. The tracker that you've willing injected into your skin was left on your desk, covered in dried blood.

Yes. You decided to leave him. The person who has promised to stay by his side no matter what, even if it meant venturing into the darkest recesses of the Abyss. The one who professed love for him, and whose gentle caresses would convey nothing but adoration in their eyes. You had promised nothing but loyalty, and he believed, trusted you because he knew it was genuine. You had always been truthful and obedient, never desiring to cause him any displeasure.

So why, pray tell, did you have the audacity to leave him after spending an entire century with him? Was it all in vain? Why did you choose to squander such a substantial amount of his time? Did every word that spilled out of your impudent mouth held no true meaning?

You were the one who sought him out. You willingly became an integral part of his life, unwaveringly remaining by his side and causing him both joy and turmoil. You've forcefully intertwined your life with his, so it should be his choice to leave, not yours! That's unfair of you to him.

You, claiming to be his loyal knight until your final moments, turned out to be nothing more than a falsehood. It is only now that Dottore realizes the absurdity of such a belief. You deceived him with your lies. Every promise you made was built upon a foundation of deceit. Why did you choose to betray him? Just why?

Why why why why why!?

It was unbearably cool in his personal office. The biting cold seemed to pierce through his skin, despite his body being engineered to no longer perceive temperature sensations. And yet when he walks toward his laboratory, watching the earliest versions of his segments doing their work without you in sight— he could feel his skin crawl and burn as if he was frostbitten. The sight of endless snow outside only added to the chilling atmosphere, intensifying his feelings since your departure.

"Instead of thinking about what happened in the ruins, just think of me! When you get cold, or see ice and snow, just think of me, and how I'll use my vision to protect you!"

The cold indeed reminded him of you, and in the depths of his despair, Dottore yearned for nothing than to watch his surroundings ablaze just to escape the icy pain that clawed his heart.

Dottore longs for the ability to erase your memory from his mind, desiring to rid himself of the emotions that you have stirred within him. These emotions, which he finds to be a hinderance, have tied his stomach into knots and inflicted a pain in his heart that only your absence could evoke.

Yet, deep down, Dottore couldn't shake the feeling that you wouldn't be able to stay away from him for long. Just like him, you had spent a significant portion of your lives together. You 'loved' him, after all. He was the center of your world.

Therefore, it didn't come as a surprise to Dottore when he found you standing in his chambers once again, your presence both familiar and fazing. You stood there with an air of patience, positioned by the edge of his untouched bed, as if you had been waiting for him all along.

Dottore observed you silently, noting the somber expression that etched your face, your lips pressed into a thin line. Your eyes, once vibrant with a spark, now seemed dull and devoid of their usual radiance. You kept your stare fixed on the ground, avoiding direct eye contact with him, a clear sign of guilt. A quick glance was enough for him to discern the toll your year-long disappearance had taken on you. Your hair appeared disheveled, evidence of neglect, and the presence of bags under your eyes spoke of sleepless nights. Moreover, he observed that you appeared noticeably thinner, as if the weight of your absence had physically worn you down.

As Dottore's gaze lingered upon you, he noticed a subtle tremble in the hand that rested atop the hilt of your sword. It was a nervous gesture, as if you were apprehensive about confronting him, despite having returned to the Fatui for his sake. Cold sweat trickled down your nose, evidence of the tension that filled the air. He observed as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, a sign of inner turmoil and unease.

Dottore scowled at your unexpected intrusion, his features contorting with displeasure. Crossing his arms, he assumed a facade of nonchalance, choosing to channel his simmering anger rather than acknowledge the concern he secretly harbored. "Well, well, look who decided to grace me with their presence again," Dottore sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. With an air of authority, he strode purposefully towards you, his steps brimming with an unspoken power. "It seems you've reappeared, after vanishing without so much as a word."

His words seemed to cause you to crumble further, evident by the way you gritted your teeth in discomfort. It took multiple attempts before you could finally open your mouth to speak, your voice strained. "Dottore, I... I didn't mean to cause you any pain. I had my reasons for leaving," you managed to say, your grip tightening on the hilt of your sword.

He recognized it as a telltale sign of your extreme unease, a habit you developed when confronted with uncomfortable situations. The realization he still remembers small habits of yours only fueled his anger, and he shot you a withering glare in response.

Dottore scoffed dismissively, rolling his eyes in a display of derision. "How bold of you to assume that your disappearance caused any pain. You were merely an inconsequential cog in the machinery of the Fatui, and your little stunt only added more irrelevant work to my already burdened table," He retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The sting of his words caused you to wince, feeling the weight of his disdain. "I'm sure you had your reasons," He continued, with a roll of his eyes. "Reasons to be such an inconvenience."

"I thought... I thought it was for the best..." You whisper to yourself, but Dottore heard it loud and clear. A momentary pause ensued as he processed the ridiculousness of your admission.

Dottore's voice grew colder as he responded, his words laced with anger and hurt. "Best for whom, may I ask? Certainly not for me," He retorted sharply. "You think you can just waltz back into my life after all this time and expect everything to be as it was? Well, I assure you, it won't be."

Finally, you summoned the strength to straighten yourself, meeting Dottore's gaze with determination in your eyes. Your hands clenched into fists, revealing the intensity of your emotions. Softly, with the deepest sincerity resonating in your voice, you spoke from the depths of your heart. "No, I don't expect things to be as they were. But I... I miss you, Dottore. I miss being by your side, even if it means facing your anger."

Though, it invoked the opposite reaction you had hoped for.

Even if Dottore had begun to wear a mask, his glare pierces through the material, sending shivers down your spine. Sensing the growing intensity of his anger, you instinctively took a step back. His anger now seemed more potent than anything you had witnessed from him in the past years, intensifying the tension in the room.

"How. Dare. You." With each word, a sharp blade pierced your heart. "How dare you say that after leaving without a word? After spouting promise after promise that you'll always stay by my side?"

You swallowed down the heavy guilt as you looked away from him once more. It was getting harder not to cry in front of him.

"How dare you lie to me?" The words you once spoke, filled with promises and loyalty, were now exposed as empty falsities. The realization of being deceived gnawed at his core, deepening the resentment within him. "Making me believe your worthless vows and wasting my time? I knew you were up to no good from the moment you decided to become my 'friend'," A sarcastic laugh escaped his lips, dripping with scorn. "You liar."

As Dottore turned away from you, ready to leave, panic surged within you. Desperate to salvage the situation, you reached out towards him, "W-wait, Dottore, please! I can explain!"

"What is there to explain?" His voice carried a bitter edge, gaze hardening as he looked back at you. "Clearly, there is nothing more to clarify with your obvious betrayal." His mind had already made up its verdict, leaving little room for further explanation or justification in his eyes.

"Please, Zandik—"

"Zandik is dead!"

In a sudden burst of anger and frustration, Dottore slammed his fist against the wall, catching you off guard and silencing you instantly. The force behind his action was both startling and alarming, as Dottore had never directed such aggression towards you before. His usual demeanor consisted of light annoyance or a gentle scolding whenever you were about to make a stupid decision.

But this display was different—it spoke volumes about the depth of his hurt and anger. It was clear that he was more wounded than he was willing to admit, and the ache in your own heart mirrored his pain.

"Zandik is no more," He faced you again, this time, with his chin up. A condescending gaze set upon your anxious form, as if you were nothing but one of the mere hundreds of the Fatui soldiers that serve under his name. "There is only Il Dottore, the 2nd of the Fatui Harbingers. You are to speak with me with nothing but respect." He spat. "Do you understand?"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Throughout your life, you had served Dottore faithfully, dedicating yourself to his cause. While he had spoken to you with a similar tone in the past, this instance felt markedly different. The force of his words seemed to carry the weight of his power, suffocating and overwhelming.

It was as if the pedestal on which you had placed him had crumbled, revealing a darker side that left you shaken to your core. A side that Dottore would've never shown you if hadn't acted rashly. At that moment, you couldn't help but empathize with the countless soldiers who had felt the brunt of his authority.

"My command over you is absolute," Dottore declared with unwavering finality, his scowl revealing the sharp edges of his teeth. "You are to leave and never return. Now." His words hung in the air like an unbreakable decree, leaving no room for negotiation or reconsideration. The power he held over you was palpable, an undeniable reminder of the hierarchy that governed your relationship.

You stood there, dumbfounded, managing with the shock of his words. It took a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in, leaving you suspended in a state of disbelief. The weight of his decision bore down on you, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.

His hand reached for the handle of his door, "I am giving you a chance. Do not put it to waste. Leave, before the Tsaritsa herself bestow you her punishment for your betrayal."

A sudden loud thump from behind Dottore made him pause, his attention shifting to the source of the sound. He could hear your shaky breaths and faint sniffles, struggling to form the words that clung at the back of your throat.

Dottore's instinct urged him to turn away, to escape the burden of your words and the sight of your wretched state. Every fiber of his being resisted the pull to stay and listen, to confront the emotions that threatened to entangle him further. Yet, there was a flicker of hesitation within him, a battle raging in his mind between the desire to leave and the nagging curiosity that lingered. A fleeting moment of uncertainty held him in place, suspended between the need to continue with his work and the possibility of facing the depths of your anguish.

It could be more of your lies, Dottore argued to himself. He refused to be a fool once more toward you. And yet...

"I'm so sorry Dottore... I.... I-I just felt so alone..." You started, attempting to quell your tears and wiping them off with your hands. "Ever since we joined the Fatui, you've barely had the time for yourself... Sure, we're now to the point that we don't have to eat, or sleep but... It was always work— since when did we last spend time together?"

The notion of necessity echoed in his mind, provoking questions that had long been suppressed. How could this sudden discontentment emerge after a century of unwavering dedication? You had been instrumental in carrying out his missions, assisting in his projects, and even co-creating the segments alongside him. When did it all begin to matter? Dottore hardened his gaze onto the door before him, refusing to face you.

"If you were lonely, you could've spoken to the segments instead. You know how busy I am."

You let out a small, weak, humorless laugh. "Yeah, well, they're not complete, remember?"

Dottore frowned at that, "What do you mean?"

"You removed their memories of me because... Well, you said that I was distracting..." You reminded him, a sad smile on your face. "I took it as a compliment back then. Even if I tried to talk to them... They'll just ignore me and look at me as if I'm a stranger... Funny because you do the same thing..."

Ah, yes. He did do that. Right, it was the main reason why the segments were so efficient with their work. It made him realize how much you were a hindrance to his progress. A distraction that causes him to feel unwanted emotions and urges, indulging in senseless activities like you once had when you were both younger...

It annoyed him how it seemed his make his heart clench at those memories.

"I'm not suited to be your knight anymore, not when I have little use for you now." That made him turn his head to look at you, only to see you on your knees, trembling and holding back yourself from sobbing, to continue speaking before he stops listening. "I... The Fatui can give you everything you need now... You have soldiers working for you, even the segments! Sure, you send me into missions and tell me I'm still useful but..."

Your words hung into the air, your bottom lip quivered as you forced yourself to continue. "I couldn't even protect you from that." Your eyes glanced to the mask he wore, and he immediately knew what you were talking about.

His hand went underneath his mask, the feeling of the deep, jagged scars that has healed over time through his gloves disgusts him. The scar on his face was something he deeply abhorred, but he never blamed you for it.

"I promised to protect you, and yet... I let that happen..." Your voice quivered with a mix of despair and frustration, tears staining the cold tile floor beneath you.

The mention of his scar, a symbol of his vulnerability and pain, struck a chord within both of you. Your teeth clenched, and your gaze remained fixed on the floor, burning with a mixture of self-loathing and anguish. The raw honesty in your words reverberated through the room, casting shadows of doubt upon the promises that had once bound you together.

The mask he wore, the facade that shielded his true emotions, served as a constant reminder of your perceived shortcomings and the unfulfilled expectations you had placed upon yourself.

"What kind of knight am I? I know how much you hate that scar— and I hate the fact that I could've prevented it!" You cried, "I hate seeing your mask, because it just reminds me that I'm a failure that couldn't uphold their promises!"

...Just like the deep-rooted resentment Dottore harbored towards your Vision, you found yourself consumed by an equal loathing for his mask. It was a peculiar parallel, where two individuals were constantly reminded of their own failures in the presence of one another.

As the silence stretched on, punctuated only by your inconsolable sobs, Dottore's demeanor remained unreadable. His lips pressed into a thin line, his expression an enigmatic mask. The absence of any immediate reaction from him fueled your misery, increasing the uncertainty of his true feelings.

At that moment, you yearned for a glimmer of understanding, a sign that he cared or acknowledged your pain. But the void of his response deepened the ache within you, amplifying the sense of loneliness and despair.

"I love you, I really do! There's nothing in this world that could ever stop me from loving you." You professed loudly, hoping to reach him, "From our childhood, to the Akademiya and joining here at the Fatui, my heart has undoubtedly belonged to you! You think I did all of that for nothing?"

"And when you accepted my feelings, I was so happy!" You hung your head low, trying to talk through hiccups and sobs. You couldn't stop your tears even if you wanted to. "But I know that Zandik loved me more than Il Dottore ever has." The pain in your voice as you utter your words made Dottore's poise for a moment, "I don't even know if Il Dottore loves me..."

Your words struck him harder than he liked. It was an absurd statement. His past self? Loving you more than him? It doesn't make sense.

But as he watched you sob, he couldn't help but wonder if his feelings for you were genuine or merely a facade he had constructed to maintain control over you.

Did he truly love you, or was it just an illusion he had allowed himself to indulge to keep you in check? You were the one to confessed to him, and love is such a foreign concept to Dottore. The thought haunted him, unraveling the carefully constructed walls around his heart and exposing a raw and uncertain truth.

"The day Zandik died was I guess the day your love for me died." You managed a weak laugh. A laugh to shake away your pain, yet so sad and dull. Your laugh shouldn't sound like that. He hated it.

Was he the reason for it as well?

"I tried to move on because I knew you can... But I just couldn't..." You whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself for comfort. Your voice trembled with emotion as you continued, "I can't stand being away from you, I can't bear not being able to hear your voice, to see you, to be with you." You look up at him with tearful eyes, broken and full of regret.

"Please... give me one more chance," You pleaded, your voice filled with desperation. The tears streamed down your face, but determination shone through your eyes. "I won't complain anymore, I won't ask for anything... I'll accept you give me. I'll be your loyal and dedicated assistant, always by your side!"

In the midst of your cries, Dottore has stumbled upon a realization.

The cold, snow, and ice became incessant reminders of you, and it annoyed him to no end. As the days turned into months during your disappearance, his agitation grew, fueled by a mix of anger and longing that he couldn't quite suppress. He continued to send search parties after you, under the pretense of seeking revenge for your betrayal, but deep down, he knew there was more to it. Beneath the facade of vengeance, a part of him yearned for your return, unable to ignore the void you had left behind.

After all those times, did he simply miss you?

Even after you left, his hand would unconsciously reach out, longing for your presence beside him. Dottore found himself expecting to see you around every corner, only to be greeted by the stark emptiness of his laboratory, which he had never truly noticed until your absence. The flavors and aromas of the dishes you used to cook for him lingered in the air, teasing his senses with memories.

The familiar tunes you hummed while working echoed in his mind, and the pleasant chatter that once served as background noise now felt like a void in his ears.

Your absence had woven itself into the fabric of his daily life, leaving behind a profound emptiness that he struggled to fill.

He could vividly recall the echoes of those emotions from his time at the Akademiya when you were obligated to attend classes. Dottore— Zandik would insist that you not waste your time with mundane lectures when you could be assisting him in his groundbreaking projects.

He would nag you, trying to convince you to prioritize his work over your studies, much to your amusement. The memory of your laughter at his feeble excuses and playful banter warmed his heart, reminding him of the deep bond you shared.

Dottore's gaze remained fixed on your trembling figure, your hands tightly balled into fists. You couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. The fear of facing how he truly feels held you back.

Another realization was drawn to him.

He had always admired your resilience, your ability to endure even the harshest of circumstances without shedding a tear. It both intrigued and frustrated him, for he had never quite understood the source of your inner strength. As children, he had witnessed you gritting your teeth and smiling through injuries, embracing the pain as a catalyst for your determination. It was a quality that set you apart, that made you formidable.

Was this pain different then? There was no physical damage on your body, and yet you were here. You were one of the strongest people he has ever known, but you were on your knees, breaking down in tears and pathetically begging for his forgiveness.

His chest felt unbearable tight, seeing you so weak, so vulnerable. The image clashed with the image he had of you in his mind—strong, resilient, and always composed. Seeing you in such a state shattered his perception of your unwavering strength. Between the two of you, you were more emotional than him. But for you to grovel to his feet? It was something he'd never thought he'd ever see.

Oh, how easy for him to just kick you. To toss you on the ground as if you were nothing, and he knew you'd take it rather than fighting back and hurt him.

How come you'd never lay a hand on him? To make him feel the pain he knew a sinner like him deserves? When he has hurt you more than he could have ever known? You were suffering in silence since you only wanted to please him, to never bother him, and yet he was only ignorant to the signs, even if they're growing more and more obvious.

Your patience seemed endless when it came to him, doing everything you could do for him; exploring the most dangerous locations of Teyvat, piling bodies after bodies for his sake, and following every single command he gives you. Only for a mere hum of acknowledgement, a small smile, or nothing at all from him.

Has he shown any sort of gratitude toward you? You loved him so unconditionally, and you get little to none in return. Dottore couldn't even offer you the bare minimum.

You've always been like that, doing everything he says just to please him, to be of service, to be by his side. A massive flaw that he was well aware of ever since you were young.

Dottore wasn't even sure if the two of you were in a romantic relationship. It seemed so one-sided now that he looked back into his memories, even more so ever since the both of you joined the Fatui...

Forgiveness shouldn't be earned by a mere apology. You'd have to work for it, suffer the consequences of your misdemeanor, and he will grant you another chance. That's how it should be, how Dottore wanted it to be.

And yet, when you rose your head to look at him, nothing but remorse and resignation in your face... He couldn't bring himself to— not when he should be the one apologizing to you.

"You... you don't have to love me back..." You say quietly, snapping Dottore's attention back to you. "I-I promise... It was selfish of me to just walk out— punish me, I don't care! Just take me back, please—"

A resounding smack reverberated through the room, cutting you off. You recoil from the slap that landed on your cheek, you squeezed your eyes shut as your skin throbbed from the pain. You bit your tongue to silence yourself.

Dottore slowly got down to his knees right in front of you. As much as he didn't want to hurt you, he needed you to get your shit back together. This wasn't you. Or at least, this was a side of you that he has never seen, nor meant for his eyes. It didn't feel right to see you trembling before him, to be so afraid.

"You should have never came back." He heard you take in a sharp inhale, yet your eyes remained shut, too uncertain, too scared to look at him in the eye. "It would've been better for you to leave me." Your brow furrowed at his words.

He knew that you loved him for who he was. You probably knew him more than he knew himself, but could he say the same for you? Even if the answer was no, if Dottore should stay the same, not changing himself after this occurrence, he knows that you'd still love him.

Slipping off the gloves that he has always worn, and the mask that he had recently adorned, his hands reached for your face. Hesitantly, he cupped your cheeks into his hands. Your eyes snapped open as you jerked back from his touch. You seemed more shocked that he attempted to fondly hold you rather than hit you.

It stirred unexplainable emotions in his chest... Emotions that he'd rather not experience more, and a bitter taste settling on his tongue. He tried again, unsure if he was doing it correctly. Your discomfort didn't help either.

Dottore has never been honest on how he truly felt. He didn't even know what he felt half the time, mostly because he had only felt them with you. These emotions, these feelings, joy, anger, sadness, loneliness, and perhaps love; if it wasn't for you, he would've never known how it feels to be... more than the freak that people has entitled him to be. More than a heretic or a mad scientist. You had always treated him as if he was a person worth of your love and affections.

He should've been more honest.

"You... are worth more..." Your eyes widened at the words he spoke, "Worth more than I could ever admit... All your efforts, warmth... They have gone unnoticed... Ignored..."

"Zan- Dottore..." He could feel you shaking against his bare hands, the texture of your skin, the curve of your cheeks, he could feel them now. His hands tingled in a way he has never felt before, pulling you closer to him.

He wishes that you called him Zandik instead.

"You are nothing in comparison to all the achievements that I have accomplished. You are annoying, loud, and always stirring up trouble in my laboratory... And yet, during your disappearance..."

He shouldn't have turned a blind eye in everything you have done for him.

There were a lot of things he wanted to say, things he knew you needed to desperately hear, but they got stuck in his throat. Dottore has never been honest, it was easier to ignore it than confront things that were unknown. How ironic, given that he was a scientist that always pursued the unknown.

Nonetheless, you understood. You always did. He needn't speak for you to get him.

Dottore could've claimed that he reached to this point all on his own, with his unparalleled genius and dedication. But undoubtedly, you were there throughout his whole life, from his brightest days and past all his hardships. You've supported him more than anyone else.

And he made another mistake; letting you believe that you're nothing to him. That he doesn't love you, and that you were merely just a tool. No, that's not true. Not when his heart, his cold, dead heart, could only beat for you, and that without you, he was incomplete as you are. Lost, and lonely.

"I realized that fact too late..." Dottore closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. You couldn't help but let out a sob, your heart pounding against your chest at the sudden honesty he was pouring onto you. Oh how long you've yearned for this moment, it made you tremble.

It was quiet, below a whisper that Dottore wasn't sure if you heard it... But for you, it was loud and clear, his words repeating again and again inside your head.

"I..."

vi. devotion

"What took you so long?"

As you step foot into his office, barely making it past the threshold, he already hit you a question with the most accusing tone ever. However, you respond with a genuine, warm smile, immediately feeling a sense of familiarity despite his prickly demeanor. Playfully, you quip, "Six months away on a mission, and this is the welcome I receive, babe?"

Dottore responded with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, a scowl forming on his lips, one that you've grown so in love with. His gaze fixated on your disheveled appearance, taking in the swollen state of your lips, the trickle of blood staining your chin, and the messy opening of your collar, revealing a mosaic of red and purple marks adorning your collarbones and neck. His scowl only deepened upon witnessing the spectacle, and even behind his mask, you could sense the piercing daggers of his glare aimed directly at you.

"I received news of your arrival hours ago, and yet you decided to take your sweet time before gracing my office with your presence?" He ceased his writing and put his pen down on his desk. Oooo, he's serious.

"Awww, miss me so much, you keep up to date on everything I do?" You cooed at him teasingly at him and decided to push his papers to the side and sit on his desk, directly in front of him. He chose to ignore your remark.

"What were you doing?" He asked, more inquisitive this time, leaning towards you. You responded with a playful gesture, pursing your lips in a thoughtful manner, feigning deep contemplation over the endeavors you had undoubtedly embarked upon your return.

Just by this, he already seemed unimpressed.

"Oh, you know, I passed by some cuties to your office, so I decided to have some fun!" You smirked when he crossed his arms, his scowl deepened when you pointed at the red marks all over you. It was as if a bunch of sharks had decided to latch onto your skin and bite you.

"So you cheated on me." He bluntly stated. "Again."

You gave him an incredulous look as you let out an overexaggerated gasp. "Oh my darling! I would never think of cheating with you!" You dramatically cried out, "You'd cut me up to pieces and put my parts in individual jars up for display!"

A faint twitch appeared at the corners of Dottore's lips and you swiftly abandoned your playful facade. "Hey," You pouted, your voice tinged with a hint of warning, "Don't get any ideas. I don't like that look on your face."

Dottore's scowl suddenly transformed into a wide grin, revealing the sharp teeth that you've always adored. "Well, my dear, if you were preserved in a jar, at least I would have the assurance that you'd remain there, looking exquisitely beautiful for me, without any possibility of you straying." He playfully remarked, his words laced with a hint of possessiveness that you couldn't help but find endearing.

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. “That’s morbid, love.” He tutted at that and let out a small ‘hmph!’ in disappointment. He’s so cute. “Besides, I’m not cheating!”

“They are segments.” Dottore deadpanned, his scowl returning to his face, but you could tell it was in a much playful manner.

You raise a brow at that, “Uh, segments of you. Designed after you. They think like you. They are literally you, but just a specific age, ‘cuz you’re crazy like that.”

"But they could never compare to the real deal," Dottore persisted, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness. "The true original. The one who created all of them," He declared, pointing confidently at himself, and you almost imploded trying to hold back your laughter.

“I’m sorry, babe, I couldn’t help myself.” You cooed, sliding off his desk and decided to make yourself comfortable on his lap instead, “They’re irresistible.” Dottore looked extremely disappointed at you, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He held nothing but disdain at the sight of the marks on your neck.

“Yes, so much, so you let them bite you all over.”

“They missed me. They only bite because it’s a trait of yours.”

“You have no evidence of this so-called trait of mine.”

“Babe, you for real?” Before you could say another word, Dottore seized you by the collar and pressed his lips against yours with an insatiable hunger. The force of the kiss left you breathless, a testament to the months he had spent yearning for your presence, and you decide to kiss his segments before him? The one you’ve known the longest? He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and before you got yourself lost against his lips, he bit your bottom lip. Hard.

“Ah, fuck!” You cursed out loud, furrowing your brow at the big bruise on your lips. It tasted raw, the fragile skin easily broken with his sharp teeth. More blood dribbled down your chin as you stared at him, your turn to look so unimpressed. “No evidence, my ass! Stop biting so hard, I’m going to die of blood loss.”

Dottore looked so proud of himself, smirking at you. “I have no idea what you are talking about, my dearest.”

You could only scoff when he licked his lips, definitely enjoying the taste of your blood. “Maybe if you were more honest, then I’d stop making out the segments behind your back.” That seemed to pique his interest, his expression reflecting an internal struggle as he debated whether to succumb to your obvious attempt at manipulation.

"I'm sorry, dear, I love you."

"See," You grin at yourself. "It's not so hard now, is it?"

Years had passed since that one intense confrontation, yet Dottore still struggled to openly express his deepest emotions, but you had come to accept it as a part of who he was. It didn't pose a significant problem for you, as you understood his unique way of conveying love. In his own enigmatic manner, he had discovered alternative ways to demonstrate the depth of his affection. He had shed his inhibitions and now allowed his love to flow freely, unencumbered by the barriers he had once erected.

Dottore hummed, "You know, my dear, I still think you'd make a splendid addition to my collection, preserved in a jar for all eternity." His playful tone hinted at his twisted sense of endearment, a dark humor that was uniquely his.

"I take it back." You glared at him, shivering at the thought. "You're mad."

A mischievous smile danced on Dottore's lips as he teased, brushing his gloved fingers gently against your cheek. "Ah, but my dear, it's precisely that madness that captivates you, isn't it?"

With a huff, you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the comfort of his shoulders. "Lucky for you, that's true," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of exasperation and affection. "Missed you,"

He held you tight in his embrace, reciprocating the warmth of your hug. Picking up his pen once again, he returned to his work, the presence of you on his lap bringing a sense of completeness. It felt like home. "And I've missed you too, my knight," He whispered, his words blending seamlessly with the scratching of the pen against the paper, as you both settled into the comforting rhythm of each other's presence.

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛❛ If you like this a lot, consider reblogging! I'll appreciate it very very much! Don't repost and/or translate my work anywhere. ❜❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

#favoniuslibrary #˚₊໒🥧꒱kai writes₊˚#╰┈➤ il dottore #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin impact

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sadie-bug345 · 19 days

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I love your writing (: do you think maybe you could do something like hcs of the gang supporting you at like your track meet or something?? Thank you!!

YESS i gotchu 💞🫶🏃‍♀️💨

ponyboy:

my guy is a track star himself so when he’s not currently running he’ll stop and watch you

not crazy loud when it comes to cheering

cause whenever people cheer really loud when he’s running it distracts him

but he’ll compliment you like crazy afterwards which i think is very nice🫶

sodapop:

prob one of the loudest NGL

since he’s so popular he’s got a good amount of friends to come cheer you on

even people you don’t know he still got them to scream your name

so when you’re done you’re walking back towards the bleachers like

”uh who even are these people🧐🤷‍♂️🤨”

LMAOO it’s really sweet and even if you do bad soda will still find some way to cheer you up

johnny:

he seems like a sign maker

bc pictures are worth a thousand words🧐🙏

LMAO

no but he’d probably be pretty quiet but hold up the sign that he and pony made LOUD AND PROUD

when the gang hears that he’s showing up, suddenly everyone wants to go with him and cheer you on🫶

darry:

IK HE AINT A BOOMER

but as a teen athlete himself he enjoys when people pull thru and yell kinda a lot at games

and his voice carries so like you’ll be all the way around the track from him and you’ll still hear him like

”KEEP GOING‼️ONE MORE LAP😃👍”

kinda gives dad vibes but ITS OK cause he acknowledges it and accepts it🙏

dally:

probably just hangs around the fence that separates the field from the bleachers

pretty quiet cause you cannot tell me dally doesn’t get embarrassed by that stuff easily

like even in the movie when cherry rejects him CAUSE HE WAS BEINF A JERK

he was so butthurt abt it and just getting SO defensive like “fine. 🙄 ik when i’m not wanted🫵😧💀”

anyways he’s just kinda hanging out there for the most part pretty quiet

but after the meet he’ll come over and give you an awkward side hug cause you’re all sweaty and he’s super bad at those things

but he means well

AND he takes you out for ice cream later so🤩

two-bit:

LOUD AND PROUD

probably brings cowbells or smth

airhorns

the whole deal

hes honestly rlly fun to hang around though

and he’ll always pull thru and show up

even if it’s at a totally different high school he’ll just spawn in and you’ll hear him while you’re warming up like 😧

i mean he was willing to drive to texas to find pony and johnny sooo he’s willing to go a little outta down to show support 🫶🙏👍

steve:

brings soda to tagalong w him

PUMPED UP

just the most hyped

his voice will carry even farther than darrys

just cause he loud asf😭

BUT you really appreciate it cause everyone’s cheering the most for you like you’re some movie star LMAO🫶

TYSM FOR THE REQUESTTT ILYSM💞🥰

#dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders sodapop #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders ponyboy #outsiders #steve randle #two bit x reader #two bit mathews #darry curtis

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strwberri-milk · 10 months

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Hi hi hello! Can i request mordern high school love with thoma? Reader being a gentle and reserved person being more popular among the juniors and thoma popular for his charm and being on the basketball team. Theyre relationship isnt too open but its not a secret either. They try to keep it low key of course

Now imagine the small moments with him :( after school studying at the library, walking home together, recess on the rooftop, arcade dates on the weekend and him winning you a plushie that we know sleep with evry night :(( him asking you to prom and being a gentleman :(( him coming over after school to study but end up staying over cause of the thunderstorm outside :(( our parents love him hes so sweet

(Pls help im so delulu for him)

ngl i love. modern high school aus theres smth about the simplicity of high school and being in the in between where you're *almost* an adult but still treated like a child and knowing youre about to ?? crest smth that everyone talks about anyway idk i really romanticised my high school life and ngl all my friends are from higschool LMAOO also the whole freshman/junior/sophmore/senior thing makes no sense to me idek if i put this in the right order and i wish prom was more of a thing here bc yall make it seem so fun

Thoma is definitely that kid that people know of, but don't really know all too well. He's really nice and all the teachers and students like him, and of course being both attractive and athletic made him that much easier to admire.

You had a crush on him for what feels like forever, wishing that one day he'd notice you out of all the other people who liked him too. He had so many admirers due to how kind he was, but being his friend you knew that there was so much to him.

When he finally asked you out it was the most cliche, yet sweetest way he could have ever done it. He drove you to a place that the two of you often frequented. When you got out, you turned around to see a picnic he prepared for the two of you, thinking it was just another nice thing he was doing for you because you were a little stressed out recently but the flowers and shy look on his face told you otherwise.

The two of you didn't go out of your way to tell everyone you were dating. Thoma just wasn't as willing to let people touch him as much, and you were seen hanging around the basketball team a little more often than before. Thoma always walked you to class anyway if he could, so people couldn't really tell the difference until one day they saw him give you a hug.

By that point everyone found out pretty quick but the two of you didn't feel the need to justify anything to anybody so you'd just confirm that you were dating and that was it.

Thoma always loves taking you on various dates whenever you can. He would see what kinds of places pop up on his feed and scout them out before taking you out for a night on the town (until curfew of course).

Your parents were really trying to look for something to be wrong with him, not wanting him to distract you from your life or end up in an unsatisfactory position of your heart being broken or anything like that. However, the fact that he constantly brought you home on time and made sure to say greet your parents every time as well as bring them treats he baked himself made it hard for him to stay hated in their eyes.

He's constantly gifting you things that remind him of you. If he's at the grocery store then he's giving you a candy that you liked. If he's at the mall he found some accessory he thought you'd look good with. It doesn't matter when or where - you're always on his mind and the trinkets you've accumulated from him are proof of that.

Whenever there are any events locally he loves to take you to them. Whether it be some sort of festival or just a pop up his favourite thing to do is explore the grounds with you and spoil you with prizes or the food there. He's got no limits when it comes to you.

Exam season means crunch time. The two of you are forcibly holed up by each other to try and get studying done. He's a hard worker so he's got tons of study tips for you if you need it and the right amount of rewards too. Whenever you get a practise question right or finish a writing prompt within the time limit well he always congratulates you with a hug or a kiss.

I can see him being super into doubling too. The two of you are one of those people who are constantly on call just doing random shit together. Neither of you has to actually talk to the other person - you both just like being in each other's presence.

Your room and bed are both filled with tons of things that Thoma gives you and he can't help but grin to himself whenever he comes over and sees it. He's got photos commemorating everything on his phone, glad that you like the things he gives you as much as he likes you.

Thoma absolutely adores you and I can see the two of you being high school sweethearts. He comes to your events and you to his, and the two of you end up living a perfectly happy life together, glad that one day oh so many years ago the two of you were assigned lockers next to each other.

#thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 7 months

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HELLO YES I´D LOVE TO KNOW ABT JAY´S EYE??? i´m guessing skybound related?? (i am SOOO curious abt your plans for skybound btw aaaaaa!!!!)

(adgsfgsdfass i actually hadn´t noticed it first, my dumbass went and looked at the pretty lights of the ferris wheel and brain shut down lmaoo, gotta step up my game >:0)

also damn!! those are some GOOD colors, the atmosphere is amazing!!!! been to the beach when the weather is like that, scary stuff!!!

Operation Rainbow Lights Distraction is successful *-*)9

Kidding, but it's good to know that his eye is both subtle yet striking! S'what I was going for!

Anywaaaay, explanation time! Grab popcorn and really think about if you're ready to discuss fantasy eye trauma before jumping in <3

So we all know Jay gets an eyepatch in Skybound, but in actuality Clancee just gives it to him for aesthetic reasons, even though Future!Jay was seen to have one back in S5. And, of course, the fandom has run rampant with all sorts of deliciously angsty ideas (blinding him, making it a different color, gouging his eye out, etc), but I...can't do that lmao

-Blinding his eye completely would cause too much of a butterfly effect for a lot of the things he does in later seasons, and I am already juggling enough subplots lmao. Besides, this is one of the common go-tos for him and I wanna take a different approach. -I can't change the color of his eye without going against my own established lore (I did consider just making it a light blue but a) that's also a common thing and b) would wind up looking too close to Zane SO—) -I don't have the stomach to gouge his eye out completely. I can tear Zane limb from limb, carve into Kai's face like a Christmas ham, and have Lloyd nearly lose a hand but I can't bring myself to do that aaaaaaaAAAAA–

BUT I wanted to do something interesting with his eye, and to do something at least a little bit different from what I've personally seen.

Soooo then instead of some kind of external injury (that is, a physical trauma caused by someone/something else), I started looking into the effects that Lightning can have on the eye (so for my purposes, something Jay would inflict on himself). Turns out there's actually possible "lightning injuries" that can occur on the eye (rare though they are), ranging from star-shaped cataracts, electrical burns, iris collapsing (kinda cool, but also ew and horrifying), and ofc effects on vision itself without just straight up blindness.

There's also that I haven't seen very many changes with his sclera (white eye part) either. From scleritis to simple eye strain, the eyes can become bloodshot...but, what if it was permanent, and what if it was from electricity?

ANYWAY I put all this info into a blender and made the following smoothie out of it:

So during Skybound, Jay gets chained up in Vengestone on Nadakhan's ship and mercilessly tortured, yadda ya, but instead of one of the pirates inflicting harm onto Jay, he still tries to force the use of his powers even through the Vengestone, which causes an internal surge within him (as his powers "run in circuits", and applying Vengestone essentially makes his powers an "open circuit", meaning they have no current to follow/no outlet to head towards, so all that power/energy just gets channelled back inward and goes nowhere)

...meaning that the force of the attempt "blows" Jay's eye out from the strain (not literally, but think of it like he's having a contained Outburst, with all that power trying to channel out through the eyes as it would naturally but it can't). The resulting flash/pain turns his eye glassy, makes his eye bloodshot (but instead of "blood" its with electricity, hence the blue), and affects the shape of his pupil (making it diamond star-shaped, though you can't really tell in the tarot card unless you squint).

Resulting complications of this are that his one eye becomes extremely sensitive to certain amounts of light, his eye tears up randomly and get easily irritated, it causes chronic pain on that one side of his head, there's a on-and-off haze around his gaze, and he does start to gradually get worsening vision as he gets older (but not until he passes on his powers to whomever).

He wears the eyepatch when the environment is particularly bright (or he's meeting someone new and doesn't wanna freak 'em out), but without both his eyes his precision and evasive ability gets hindered (which is inconvenient when you're lightning. Also inconvenient when you're trying to teleport and lack depth perception). So, sometimes it's a gamble of if he wants to miss his target, or to avoid excruciating, crippling pain.

But other than that he's fine <3

#and thanks for the kind words on the art!!#you're such an incredible artist yourself so that really means a lot ;w;)/#and i can't talk too directly about skybound yet cuz I'm still ironing out s5 ahahaaaa (it's very dependant on how all THAT turns out)#(but it's one of *my* favorite seasons and i wanna make sure I do a good job when the time comes!)#ninjago #jay walker #info tag

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tyunkus · 1 year

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just finished reading your tae fic and its soo good ahh the perfect amount of sillyness and smut for me 😭😭 you seem like a rlly sweet person too going through ur acc rn hope you have a good day!! also you’re literally me in an alternate universe LMAOO we’re both down horrendous for taehyun 😞😞😞 if requests/thoughts are open 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thinking abt class president/tutor taehyun 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so Hot giggling and curling toes biting fist

THANK YOUSO MUCH. I love writing silly sexy smut liek thats how it should be fr. goofy and unserious and hot and with taehyun.. im so glad u liked the fic huhu AND ALSO anyone who is as down bad for taehyun is me is automatically just like spiritually connected with me i fear THIS ASK IS SO SWEET Mwah

AND ALSO YEAH… class president And tutor taehyun.. SO MANY POSSIBILITIES ACTUALLY IM DIZZY.. like Ok having some sort of established fwb whatever dynamic with him and ur studying with him in ur room and DUH hes gonna take this as an opportunity to get some like WHO DO YOU THINK HE IS!!! Tyun being a little condescending at first as he rubs u over ur panties, ur back pressed up against his chest and he’s kinda caging u in his arms, chin hooked over your shoulder.. coddling n tsking at u.. “come on, focus for me. can’t even study without getting all distracted? huh? in front of your class president, too?” meanwhile he’s runninf a finger over your slit and marvelling internally at how fucking wet you are like your panties r soaked. and eventually you start whimpering and squirming so much you’re almost sliding out of his lap and neither of you even care about doing work anymore and then his Tough Tsundere demeanor melts away and he’s showering you with so much praise he doesn’t eben realise it himself..

calling you his prettiest, smartest girl.... telling you how good you're doing, look at how much you're shaking, how could you possibly take his cock when you're so fucked up over just his fingers? tyun cooing at you, dipping his fingers into your folds with one hand while the other roams up and down your body, feather-light touches around your waist and tummy and boobs and ugh. he'd also mark up your neck just for fun. he would be so stern and patient and gentle i cant take this anymore HES SO FUCKINGJKWNFJKWB let me know ur own thoughts too anon if u would liek..

#taehyun smut #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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is there a reason as to why jers really did NOT like being called sweetheart?

okay, hmmm.

i think it's because he finds it...Condescending?

honey, sweetheart, angel, baby...

they're all terms of endearment, but jersey only does infearment, ergo: getting cutesy-woosty, fuzzy-wuzzy lil pet names from people, specifically adults, make him feel like you are likening him to a weak, helpless domesticated animal that's meant to submit to you, infantilizing/inferiorizing him the way you would petulant child or a blubbering baby, that you're praising him but secretly patronizing him...that you're basically belittling and looking down on him.

...when in reality, you're literally just trying to be Nice.

jersey played basketball all through high school, so he knows ALL about offense and defense, or rather:

being offensive and defensive.

like, at the grocery store, if the old checkout lady is like "do you want a bag for that, honey?" <3 kyle is like She Thinks I'm Not Strong Enough To Carry My Groceries ( aka apartment groceries that kyle is not even going to eat anyways, rip jersey's ed ) and will carry 7 huge bags to the car, huffing and puffing, cussing her out.

tldr: no matter how many times you fill the glass, jersey kyle's is always half full -- when it's not Empty -- which it usually is because again, jersey doesn't drink anything but water or red wine. he covets cynicism, thinks everyone is secretly out to get him/preying on his downfall and that no good deed goes unpunished.

more than that...jersey’s never had a Reason to be soft.

he's a machine. he doesn't know what to do with his fingers when they aren't curled around a pencil or fashioned into a fist. he doesn't think he was made to do soft things. sentimental things. to him, being gentle & loving were meant for kind people. the kind of people,

...who can love things.

and jersey does not think he can love things.

again, it's part of the jersey can't say i love you ask meme, that i think i'm just going to slowly distribute through these other ask meme answers, but i am of the belief that sixth grade pre!rm jersey either told stan he loved him and then stan died the next day or that jersey kyle was abt to tell stan he loved him and then he died...

either way...i think that traumatized the Fuck out of him.

so he was, one, never told i love you by his father...ever, doesn't think that he's meant to love things because he's a unfeeling cyborg whose only purpose in life is to Succeed, love makes you vulnerable which makes you weak which disgusts him. but mainly: he'd stopped believing in love full stop after he lost his stanley marsh...

...but now his stanely marsh is back.

and kyle's whole world is in color again.

once jerseykyle and ravenstan start dating, and even, i think, during the period of time when kyle thinks he has a crush on raven of c.d., finds that his heart, which was hard for so long...is softening. he had no reason to be kind or gentle, but now...wants to be soft and gentle.

for stan.

( he is very touch tank by quinnie coded )

like kyle doesn't care about other people or how they're handled or mishandled, but if stan even frowns, kyle is like cracking his knuckles and looking around before checking on him in the cute gentle ky vc.

someone asked me if kyle's ptsd goes after after he gets stan back, and yes...and no. it gets better, tbh i think taking the clozapine actually made his psychosis worse so when he got off that things were better, but getting stan back unlocked a new fear which is...

that constantly in danger of losing stan again.

so sometimes in the middle of the night if stan gets up to get a glass of water or pick up more cat food for curb, if kyle wakes up and sees stan not there, it'll trigger like a full blown panic attack where he's like "ohgodohgodohgod!! none of this was Real i just fucking hallucinated stan, this whole thing was a lie, stan is gone, stan is dead!! sTAN???"

and thinks he imagined the whole thing/stan is GONE again, start like yelling his name, freaking the fuck out, totally breaking down and stan just comes out of the kitchen w/ his glass and then immediately drops it and runs over like "ky, did you think i was gone again? :(" like putting a blanket over him and holding his face and giving him one million thousand kisses like "shhshhshh it's okay, calmate, cariño. </3 i’m here. i'm not going anywhere. you're safe. go back to sleep...

I Would Never Leave You."

wHICH! V SICK N TWISTED THAT STAN LEFT!! DURING THE RAVESEY DIVORCE!!! KYLES ONE TRUE FEAR!!!!!!

KILL ME

but we are not going to be miserable this ask meme!

we are going to be lovely and kind because that's how kyle is when him and stan start dating like...WHEN I TELL YOU NO ONE HAS LOVED ANYONE MORE THAN JERSEY LOVES RAVEN!!!!!

like nobody! No! ONE! NO!!!! ONE!!!!

like idc idc idc if he can't say i love you, he has trauma, and the literal trauma of losing stan is a large reason why he can't say it, but also the reason why kyle is so Attached to stan when they're dating is bc when kyle thought stan was dead he thought that he was gone forever...so now he's committed to spend every second with stan like it's his last and spend his life loving him.

ugh, i just...kyle would do ANYTHING for stan.

like he's so sweet and soft in a way he isn't with Anyone.

when stan was getting sober from alcohol and he was throwing up nonstop, fucking crying and dying with his matted hair sticking to his forehead from how much he was sweating/how feverish he was, literally shaking, so fucking miserable w/ his face pressed into the toilet seat like "kyle, i can't fucking do this. i'm not strong enough. i feel like i'm going to die. i can't i can't i CANT." :((( kyle was just like gently gliding his thumb over stan's cheek like "you can do this. you survived so much more than this. i know it hurts now, but i'm here. and i will be with you every step of the way." and kisses his forehead.

and when i tell you kyle's fear of contamination and his intense ocd has him washing his hands and spraying you with bear mace if you even breathe near him, it doesn't matter when it's stan. like he loves and cares about stan so much that he does not give a shit what happens to him or weird fluids or being sick and i'm...AAAAAAAA!

or like omg, speaking of stan getting sober, those first couple of concerts after stan stops drinking and has to do raven things or preform in front of thousands of people, he used to do shots and have to drink a lot to be comfortable out there, so he has huge panic attacks sober. and kyle just reassures him from off stage and squeezes his hand, blows a kiss & sticks his tongue out.

FR EVEN HANGING OUT WITH THEIR FRIENDS!!! bebe and tweek and kenny and craig and marj and jimmy are all on the couch and kyle and is like "baby, will you find the colander in the kitchen please?" and stan is like *squints in dyslexia* but is like "okay, be right back" but then kyle is like "wait you forgot something" and gives stan a little kiss AND EVERYONE IS LIKE "wAit yOu fOrgOt SoMEthiNg" and kyle is like "yEAH HAHAAHA REAL FUNNY ASSHOLES!!!! ITS GONNA BE REAL HARD TO LAUGH W/ YA TEETH ON THE FLOO--"

but stops midword bc stan makes a tiny whining sound like "kyyyy? i'm so sorry, but i can't find it." and kyle's face immediately softens and he's like "stan, what did i say about apoloizin' when you don't need to? i’ll be right there, sweetheart. <3" and everyones like i'LL bE RiGh-- and kyles like “tRY IT AGAIN, IDIOTS!!! SEE WHAT HAPPENS SEE--oh god, stan, don't cry!" :'c *races over*

girls, gays and theys!!! my sons are in LOOOVEEE!!! ;-;;;;

but yeah, no, when ravesey starts #hating, kyle calls stan sweetheart like alllll the time, all the little cutesy-wutzy, fuzzy-fuzzy nicknames that he claimed to hate because stan just makes his heart so warm. also jersey kyle saying "baby" in the jersey accent??? like saying sweetheart, baby, honey...I KNOW IT SOUNDS CUTE!!!

( ky does also call ravenstan zeeskeit and stan does call jersey mi sabelotodo like in his letter, btw xx )

okay, last thing, is that honestly learning how to love things and being vulnerable and soft is how he realized he wanted to be a guidance counsellor and provide support to kids like him who didn't have it growing up/being gentle with them and patient and nurturing.

the post!rm soft kyle psychology major/elem guidance counsellor era is my faaav like his character development is CRAZY!!

my comfort television shows are say yes to the dress and masterchef (which means that kyle's favorite comfort tv shows are them) and kyle is so gordon ramsey coded in that with all the adults he's screaming at them, calling them worthless and idiot sandwiches, but with kids he just like kneels all the way down and speaks sweetly to them and is like "i'm not leaving until you laugh" <3

like i think a little girl is in there one time ( i think it might be nova, who is the ravesey kid bc i had them adopt one of kyle's troubled guidance counsellor children...also she looks like this, yes i made her look like havana rose liu because i'm obsessed with her. she's a qt )

but yes, so a little girl starts crying in kyle's office and he's like patting her on the back like "it's okay to cry. don't be embarrassed -- look." then pulls out his phone and points to his lock screen and its stan in a black cd tee-shirt with all the tattoos and piercings and eyeliner in like a pair of ripped skinny jeans and the combat boots.

then jers is like "okay, so this is my boyfriend. and he cries alllll the time. over very silly things." and is like "like, the otha day we were goin' to the store and he saw this tiny little dog, even tinier than you, and she was wearin' this pink sweater and he started crying...bc he thought she was cute. like full waterworks, everything." and the little girl starts laughing and he's like "there we go! c': see, it's all gonna to be okay, my friend. take a piece of candy on your way out. see you later." and fist bumps her bUT SHE HUGS HIM AND HE'S LIKE AAA

anyways...actual angel jersey kyle...my beloved.

-uncle nina, who is leaking out of her eyeballs

#i am the jersey kyle being the softest person in rm secretly agenda #i will always be in the trenches for jersey i love him so bad #no one has loved anyone as fiercely or endlessly #than jersey loves raven like jersey kyle is a SIMP #its v unserious like i love when goth boot stan is like my feet hurt and kyles like stan i told u not to wear those and carries him anyways #like smh...does anyone hear a whip cracking #but no kyle jut doesnt like pet names bc he thinks ur looking down on him bc his brain is all hardwired for attack #but when him and stan start dating he just gets really soft and gentle and loving and idk hes really nice to little kids #its so nice i love u kyle hes so cute #i know that little girl hugged him and he sat in his office smiling for a long time and texted stan like AAAA STAN GUESS WHAT AWWW #anyways they are gay! move along!#sorry this is kind of written insanely i am very tired have like 145 asks and i am busy at work so if its spelled or worded weird #thats just the way its gotta be guys i'm sorry #my fav thing is ky verbally evsicerating someone like stopping to kiss stan on the cheek AND THEN GOING BACK LMAOO #“LETS GET ONE THING STRAIGHT AHOLE I AM GOING TO” “hi baby <33 i missed you” “AND ANOTHER THING BITCH!!!”#he is my hero lol #MY BABY MY BABY MY BAAAABY ;-;#stan on the kitchen counter while kyle cooks and hes like stan get off the counter get the fuc--baby will you please get off the counter?#like ur so cute ur distracting me ( but like totally lets him stay and feeds him all the little veggies n stands between his legs )#they are so cute i am fucking sick

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Hi Mona <33

You're so cooool (and im proud of you in case you havent heard yet!!!)

Okay so exams are killing me even though they actually haven't STARTED yet its just the prep and the stress yknow!!! Anyway you also know I'm very much a slut for Rydal and the way you write him bc uhh he's just so fcuking fine and I love your writing!!

I know you aren't doing drabbles right now but would you spare this desperate and tired soul a few cutie pie Ryda hcs. Just a few smol cute ones abt his soft caring and hnghgnghgng during the high stress school seasons (yeah im projecting whatever.)

ANYWAY!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!

-Clem <333

Hi cutie

Thank you 🥺 and WDYM COOL LMAOO

Exams and exam prep can be super stressful, hope you’re taking care of yourself sweetie. I can definitely spare some Rydal HCs, and I know @campingwiththecharmings @xbellaxcarolinax and @melodygatesauthor have been asking me to drop stuff for our fave nepo baby hehehe

Random Rydal HCs:

Going out for something as simple as a drive isn’t just going for a drive with Rydal. The man puts on cologne and special sunglasses that he says work better for driving but you know it’s bullshit, he just thinks he looks cooler with them on in his vintage and unnecessarily expensive car.

Is the boyfriend that puts his hand on your thigh while driving. Buys you a drinkie drink and critiques your DJ skills loudly and rudely.

A trip to the mall usually means you have to block off a whole afternoon for it. Rydal tries on more clothes than you thought was possible, requesting certain cuts from the retail workers that you don’t even recognize. He definitely tries to fuck you in the changing rooms when the staff leaves you alone, claiming he could make it worth it for you to sit through his little fashion show.

You let him.

The first time you take Rydal thrift shopping he refuses to touch anything in the store. You think he’s mad at you for how little he speaks and how he glared at you when you ask him if the top you’re holding up would look good on you.

To make up for it, he forces you to get a pedicure with him. You thought he was joking but he’s dead serious, his face growing more irritated when you tell him you’ve never had one, opting to save your money and take care of them yourself. He scoffs and essentially drags you by the wrist (why does that action alone have your knees knocking together—) to the salon and picking out your colour for you. You feel quite pretty after you can’t deny but the memory of his face dropping never fails to make you laugh.

Playing board games with Rydal meant screaming matches that ended with the board game toppled over and his lips pressed against yours angrily

Movie nights found you both ripping on the movie choice of the night, commenting almost through the whole thing and making claims of what you’d change, what he thinks would’ve been a smarter decision of the main characters, taking sides and arguing them whole heartedly as if the people in the films and their actions had a direct connection to your lives

Sometimes Rydal would come over while you were in the shower. Sometimes he’d join you, finding it hilarious that you thought he was a serial killer but soon distracting you by dropping to his knees for you.

Sleepovers found you either on opposite sides of the bed or breathing in each other’s skin, arms holding the other close, legs tangled. The nights you spent laying with him were usually the sweetest mornings. Sometimes he’d wake you up with kisses, borderline ticklish movements, not letting up even while you squealed for him to stop. He didn’t let up until he pulled peals and peals of laughter from you, sharing syrupy kisses after and causing early morning butterflies to stir as your heart swelled with affection.

These were extremely random and scatter brained and I’m sorry because I really should be sleeping but I love him so much and I miss him and I promise I’ll work on my WIP soon ❤️ love ya

#inbox 💌#Clem tag #yes this is about rydal keener #rydal keener fanfiction #rydal keener x you #rydal keener x reader #rydal keener #rydal keener fluff #mona’s 1k #stay awake with me #oxford comma fic

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runa-falls · 2 years

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chapter three: you’ll think you’re in paradise

Pairing: ari levinson x reader

Rating: explicit (DNI if you’re under 18 pls!)

Warnings: SMUT, nipple play, hickies, unprotected sex, public sex, inexperienced reader, creampie, choking?, fucking in water??

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: I didn’t realize how hard writing smut was until I started to base full series on small smut scenes lmaoo. I hope y’all enjoy this!! Don’t be afraid to leave any comments + pls reblog if you liked it!

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You actually set an alarm to wake up early, still guilty about lying to Ari. It was silly but this way you would actually be doing what you said. Kind of.

You hear from him around noon when he texts you to get ready. He doesn’t ask if you are busy, or where you are, just for you to bring your polaroid camera and yourself. You mentioned your obsession with photography last night at dinner, and the light pink polaroid you treated yourself to after receiving your first paycheck from work.

You don’t even know where you are going or what you’ll be doing, but the spontaneous nature of his proposals makes you restless and excited.

It’s a breezy day today, so you decide to wear a long dress with sleeves that hang over your shoulders. It shows off your neck and shoulders instead of your usual outfits that focus on your legs. There’s still a peek of skin from the slit that runs up the left side of your skirt.

You put your small polaroid camera in its soft case and tie your hair in a half-up style to keep it out of your face. You hear his truck rumbling in front of the house before you got his text.

You look out your window to see him in a soft cream button-down standing against the side of the vehicle to wait for you. He sports some aviator sunglasses that rest on his nose as he looks down at his phone.

His face lights up when he sees you walking out of your house. When you get close enough to him, he takes your hand and places a sweet kiss on the back of it. You swoon at the move, holding the hand above your heart.

Once you’re both in the car, you finally ask. “Where are we going?”

He dips his head, looking at you from the top of his sunglasses, “Be patient, Angel, it’s a surprise.” His deep voice drawls at you causing your body to tighten up a little.

—

He drives you to a parking lot that’s surrounded by a thick population of trees. A small man-made pathway can be seen, marked by a large green sign.

"Where are we?" you ask as he pulls out some towels from the backseat of the truck.

"Ever heard of natural springs?" You nod, thinking of the hot mineral springs you’ve visited before.

“Isn’t it a bit hot out for that?”

“This one is cold.” He holds his stuff in one arm and grabs your hand to lead you down the path.

The dirt path leads to a huge body of iridescent-looking water. It’s so clear that you can see the rocks and plants through a deep blue filter. No one is around the perimeter of the springs, just you and Ari.

"A lot of people don't know about this one so I come here all the time." He spreads out the towels and drops his keys on one of them. He places his sunglasses on his head to hold his hair back and away from his face. "Ready to swim?"

You were so distracted by the view you forgot you didn’t bring a swimsuit. “You didn’t tell me to dress to swim though.”

"I know I didn't." He begins to unbutton his shirt. "Who needs a swimsuit if no one is around to see us?" The shirt is opened all the way, loosely hanging from his shoulders. He pushes it off so it falls and drops to the towel below him.

You’re eyes widen at his naked chest, not expecting him to get undressed right in front of you. You quickly focus your eyes on his face, embarrassed you couldn’t hold back your reactions. He smirks back at you, amused by your prudish behavior. His hands go down to unbutton his shorts, grabbing the bottom to start tugging them down. You turn around, not trusting yourself to face him anymore. You hear more fabric drop to the ground.

"I can look away if you want..."

"Yes please." You squeak out.

You can’t believe that you are considering skinny dipping with him, especially being in a public area. Once you hear a splash, indicating he's in the water, you slowly take some breaths, preparing yourself to strip yourself of your dress. You grab the bottom of your dress and pull it up and off of you. You could feel a slight breeze on your bare skin, sending goosebumps up your back.

Ari watches you from the water, quietly treading water. He stares at your form, now only covered by a pale pink set of underwear. It was nothing like lingerie, but it was enough to get him riled up. You bring your hands back and unhooked your bra, letting it fall like he did his shirt. He wishes he could’ve been the one to undress you, but he knows how timid you are and what a big step this is for you.

You bend down to step out of your panties and Ari quickly turned himself around, acting like he wasn't watching the most tempting scene he's ever seen.

"Alright, I'm coming in!" You call to him, finding a good place to slip in rather than jumping in with full commitment. You gasp the moment your foot touches the water. It’s freezing! You try to slowly make your way deeper, but it only prolonged the painfully cold experience. You finally give in and dunk yourself under the surface.

As you come up for air, you felt frozen. Your body is covered in goosebumps as you swim towards Ari. You realize that the only thing shielding your bare body from his eyes is the water that ripples around you from your movements.

He waves his hand towards him. "Come here there's a nice smooth rock over here to sit on."

He's sitting at the edge of the spring, his arms resting behind him on the lip of the rock. He looks powerful in that position, tempting you to climb on his lap instead. Your knees rest on the rock making sure your head remained over the surface of the water.

You sit next to him, looking up and around at the trees surrounding the area. The peaceful sounds of birds and a small waterfall can be heard through the silence.

Your arms fold over your chest, trying to hide your body because of how close Ari is to you. He leans forward away from the rock behind him and scoots a little closer to you.

"You cold?" He glances at your arms that are hugging you.

"A little." You didn't want him to think you're a prude. You didn't expect him to wrap you in his arms, placing you on his lap and pressing his warm body against yours. “Oh.” You gasp at the contact.

"Better?" He whispers it behind the shell of your ear. You can feel his cock pressing insistently against your warmth. He is warm and thick under you making you involuntarily squirm on top of him. A warm sigh hits the back of your neck at the light friction you caused, and his arms tighten around you.

You want to see his face as he reacts to your movements, the softness of your skin. You push against his thighs and turn yourself around. The water makes you slowly float onto his lap to straddle him.

His half-lidded eyes connect with yours then look down at your submerged body on top of him. He’s gorgeous. His hair is slicked back from swimming, the water making it look darker than usual. His skin sparkles as the sun reflects off of little drops that drip down his body.

Your hand runs up his chest, brushing against the sparse hair that covers him. You continue your trail up his body and weave your fingers through the tips of his hair. You pull his head back, push yourself up on your knees, and kiss his soft pink lips.

He didn't expect you to make the first move. You were always so shy when you interacted with him, but the amount of desperation in the kiss told him you've been wanting this as much as he did.

He let you have control of the kiss, your enthusiasm entices him. You pull gently on his hair as you taste his lips like you are scared of hurting him.

Your kisses are sweet, but won't deepen. He didn't realize you were this innocent, not even knowing how to properly make out. You seem pretty content with little pecks, even letting out a whine when he drags his hands up your legs to hold your waist.

He nips at your bottom lip, then licks through the seam of your mouth, prodding you to open yourself up to him. You surrender yourself to his actions, letting out a quiet moan when he pushes your hips into him, grinding himself between your folds. He gets harder from the little noises and heavy breaths you let out on his mouth.

You gasp when you feel your nipples drag against this chest, already sensitive from the freezing waters. Ari notices how responsive you are, almost melting at the contact. He brings up a hand, and pinches your right bud between his fingers, twisting it lightly to see how you like it. Your head is thrown backward as you let out a moan, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation.

He pushes you up on his lap so your chest is above the water and leans down to slip your other nipple into his mouth. You grab his hair a little harder than you mean to when he starts to suck on it. He groans at the pain, turned on by the way you’re letting yourself go. He circles his warm tongue around your nipple feeling your body shudder in his arms.

His eyes look at your soft skin, suddenly having the urge to mark you up. He brings his mouth to the top of your tit and sucks on it until he’s sure it’ll leave a bruise. You whine softly at the intensity of the action, almost painful until he releases your skin.

“Fuck…look at that.” He groans under his breath. “You look perfect with my lips tatted on you.” He brushes his thumb over the purple splotch then playfully flicks it over your reddened nipple, feeling your cunt clench on top of him.

You never knew someone could look at you with such adoring eyes while still rendering you boneless through their actions. You swear you almost cum as he takes the bottom of your other breast into his mouth, leaving an identical mark to match the first one. He paints soft kitten licks on it to soothe the pain. He can’t get enough of the soft little sound you make as he uses your body.

You’ve never felt more empty than you do now, sitting above Ari as he drags his whiskers along your skin. You dip your hand under the water and wrap you fingers around him, too desperate to feel embarrassed of your bold actions. He pulses with heat against your palm, clearly he’s as excited as you are.

His face is pressed into the curve of your neck, languidly pressing wet kisses along base of it. You prop yourself up as you line him up to your opening, mentally preparing youself for the stretching sensation that would soon follow.

You sit back onto him, slowly engulfing his hardness with your warmth. You can feel every inch of him as he enters you. The stinging sensation enhances the pleasure you feel as he prods at the sides of your cunt, making you feel like you could explode from the pressure. When he finally bottoms out, you need to take a breather before continuing. You’ve never felt such fullness before.

You’re so close to each other in this position, bodies fully pressed against each other, sharing every breath, blink, and heartbeat. He pushes up into you as he tries to sit up a little more. You moan at the new pressure he’s creating against your cervix.

You involuntarily clench around him, making his body seize up to stop him from cumming right there. His eyes are closed as he tries to focus on keeping his cool. He knows it’s a lot for you to take.

“You squeeze me so tight, honey. Relax for me, would ya?” You nod, a whine sits in your throat as you hold on to his neck. You take a few deep breathes, relaxing your muscles and your rapidly beating heart.

“You feel so big, Ari. I c-can’t move…”

“Just ride me slowly, angel. Get my cock all nice and hot with your little pussy…” You’re delirious as you listen to his voice. You raise yourself up on your knees and you feel everything. His thick cock drags against the sides of your cunt, stimulating every nerve of your body.

“That’s it, honey, take it slow.” Water sloshes between your bodies as you begin to find a rhythm, ocassionally splashing up against your face.

You become more desperate and start to speed up. Your movements are sloppy, evidence of your inexperience, but Ari doesn’t mind, keeping his gaze on your figure and admiring how your face is flushed with ecstasy. This is a far cry from the shy little girl he met at the bar.

You open your eyes to see him watch you move against him and you have the sudden urge to feel his beard against your lips. You grab onto his jaw and breathe a kiss onto him. You instantly deep the kiss, playing with his tongue against yours and teasingly pulling back as he tries to taste you again. You sure do learn quickly, he thinks.

He feels the need to pound back into you, but doesn’t have enough leverage in the water so he pulls you off of him. You cry out at the emptying feeling, “W-wait, what are you doing?”

“Be patient, angel…” He turns you around, pushing your naked chest against the smooth rock he was leaning on. Your legs are the only part of you that remained in the water. The breeze quickly chilled your skin, water quickly evaporating off of you. Ari marvels at your ass from this angle and feels up the goosebumps that decorate your body.

He spreads your cheeks apart and watches as his cock pushes into you. This new angle makes him push right against your g-spot with every thrust. He places his arms right next to your head and fucks up into your cunt. You can hear the sloppiness of your connection to each other. You didn’t realize how wet you were before in the water.

His thrusts are slow but powerful, dragging himself out until only the head of his cock reamained inside of you, then pushing in until he couldn’t move any further. At some point, it was hard to pull himself out of you, your cunt pulling him back in, addicted to the fullness he provided.

His eyes are focused on where you connected, your slick dripping down his cock and into the water below. He feels you quickly begin to close around him, your groans becoming more frequent, more broken. His cock throbs inside of you when he sees the tears spill from your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming you.

He places his right hand around your neck, pulling your back to his chest, wanting to see every expression you make. His fingers press against the sides of your throat making you see white as he continues to rut into you.

“Mm…You like this? Getting choked like a little whore?” You whine out, unable to form words at this point. “You gonna cream on my cock? Make me all messy, hm?”

You can’t help it when your body begins to convulse from his dirty words, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your cunt clamps down on him, milking him as he fucks you through your orgasm. He feels himself getting close, hips stuttering against yours.

“Fuck, Angel, where do you want me?”

“In me, please. I want you deep inside me, Ari.” As your blissed out voice begs for him, he pumps himself into you and stills as he fills your cunt with a breathless groan. He drops his body onto yours breathing against your back.

After a few minutes, he slowly slides himself out and you can feel his hot cum drip out of you. He tsks at the scene, using two of his fingers to push it back into you. You wince slightly, still sore from being stretched by him.

“Can’t waste a single drop…” He hums as he fondles your exhausted body. He pulls your body to drape over his as he settles himself back into the water. The icy water cools down your overheated body and relaxed your muscles.

He holds you in his warm embrace and you feel content to stay there forever. You feel like you’re in a dream, in paradise. His hand rubs against your lower back under the water, soothing you from the intense physical exertion you just experienced. You let out a sigh, brain still in the clouds from your orgasm.

“Feel good, baby?” He speaks to you with such soft tenderness, voice deep and raspy.

“Mhm…” He feels your shy smile against his shoulder. He pushes you back so he could take a good look at your face. You eyes avoid his, feeling bashful from what you just did. He pushes your hair back and tilts your head to make you look at him. His eyes trail along the bruises on your chest and the soft marks he left your neck.

“You are so beautiful.” He pecks your smiling lips. “My angel.”

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