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hrefna-the-raven · 8 months

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Hope in hell

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Part 1 - Drunken minds speak sober hearts

Words: 2138

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: The dreaded morning after ;)

Raphael let out a groan, his head pounding like a piece of metal relentlessly being hammered into shape by the most skilled dwarven blacksmiths, the constant painful throbbing clouding his memories, making it difficult to piece together the events of last night, despising how he felt like a common mortal after a night's out. He attempted to sit up but froze as he felt something soft resting on his chest, accompanied by a comforting warmth. Taking a deep breath, he glanced down and let out a sigh, his heart suddenly feeling heavy. Haarlep must have slept with you, assumed your form and then... his eyes shot wide open and he muttered a curse under his breath as fragments of the previous night's memories flickered through his mind.

That damned incubus got him drunk and then you showed up and... His hands delicately traced the contours of your slumbering figure. It was truly you, his beloved little mouse, curled up against his chest. His heart raced, a twinge of pain accompanying the rapid beats, as he pondered how to proceed. What clever remark would he throw at you once you woke up? Would he even need one? Would you recoil and attempt to flee from the sight of the devil beneath you? He didn't get enough time to find an answer to all his questions as you slowly stirred awake, your eyes were still closed as you lazily stretched and your hips accidentally brushed against his growing arousal.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest, causing you to quickly raise your head and look at him, eyes wide with surprise. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, swirling in chaotic circles, expecting to be scolded, pushed away, or even punished. But to your astonishment, nothing happened. You still remained lying there, on top of him, silently gazing into each other's eyes, both afraid that any spoken word might shatter the peaceful and loving moment you were sharing. But the silence grew heavy and a sense of unease slowly crawled up your spine, threatening to consume both your thoughts and body. It was unusual to witness Raphael in such a state of quietude, after all that happened, it didn't sit right with you that he was so calm, devoid of any movement or speech. It almost seemed as if Haarlep had managed to shatter him completely, that one evening of unfiltered truth had stripped away every trace of his self-centered arrogance, leaving him exposed and vulnerable before you. You were the first to ever glimpse at the raw essence of Raphael's entire being and, despite your constant cat and mouse game, you felt no desire to exploit it; on the contrary, you cherished this side of him, the devil laid bare, and at this very moment, you yearned to love him more than ever.

"About last night-"

"I feel the same!", you interjected, cutting off Raphael mid-sentence, "but if you..."

Any further words you were about to utter were engulfed by a provocative moan as you sensed his growing arousal pressed firmly against your hips the moment you attempted to readjust your position. Raphael's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth hanging open, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washed over him.

"To hell with this, I want you!", the words escaped your lips almost simultaneously, filled with an urgent longing.

Raphael snapped his fingers, and in an instant, both yours and his clothes disappeared. He pulled you towards him so swiftly that you had to clutch onto his horns to prevent yourself from toppling over. As his mouth met your dripping folds, you couldn't help but whimper. It was at this moment that you realised how much of the Raphael you came to know was still present. The damned devil teased you with the anticipation of his hot tongue caressing your arousal but you simply wouldn't have it, not now. You lowered your hips, grinding gently against his face, yearning for any kind of friction. His claws dug into the tender flesh of your thighs, firmly keeping you in place.

"My little mouse", the devil chuckled, "so eager to be eaten."

With a tantalising slowness, he dragged his tongue through the delicate contours of your folds, briefly encircling your clit before sucking on it with an insatiable hunger. The air was filled with the intoxicating symphony of your sinful moans and your grip around his horns instinctively tightened. This was a desire that had consumed your thoughts for countless nights, the fantasy of being pleasured by your very own devil. And now, as it finally became a reality, you couldn't hold anything back. The intensity of your climax approached rapidly and just as you were about to reach its peak, his licks ceased. Frustration welled up within you, ready to protest, but then he pressed his tongue flat against your throbbing clit while simultaneously thrust two of his large fingers deep inside you. The rhythmic pumping intensified, driving you towards the edge once more. Within mere moments, your inner walls clenched around his fingers and you experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, screaming his name in ecstasy.

With an unexpected tenderness, he released his grip on your hips and gently cradled you in his arms, carefully laying you down on the bed beside him. His face turned towards you, his eyes filled with love as he gazed upon your blissful expression. As soon your eyes met his, he understood that there would be no turning back anymore, he was in love with this fragile mortal and he would curse himself to an eternity of anguish if he'd deny himself the bliss of your love. The hells and all its devils be damned, he would see that you'd remain at his side for as long as you'd live.

"You now know about my best kept secret", he whispered, as if afraid that any disruption would shatter the fragile balance, "and rest assured my feelings for you will not easily waver. However this is hell and I'm not just any devil but the son of Mephistopheles, I, I can't", he faltered, uncertain of how to proceed as it felt wrong, for the first time in his existence, to utter those words.

"You can't show weakness to others, you can't show your love to me", you offered, the pain your voice obvious.

You turned your eyes away, unable to bear the increasing sorrow, but his hands swiftly moved to cradle your face, redirecting your focus back to him.

"If you're willing to stay by my side despite the laws of the nine hells working against us, I will vow my love to you within my House of Hope for as often as you desire it and I promise you that beyond these walls, I will always treat you with utmost respect and defend your honour, for you will be the lady of this house", he paused briefly, attempting to discern your reaction before continuing, "if you'd be willing."

His words left you in astonishment as you blinked. Did he truly express his desire to commit to you, vowing to cherish and safeguard you? It was a proposal you should have considered longer before answering, yet your body instinctively reacted before your mind could fully comprehend the situation. You crawled towards him, pushing him down on his back as you straddled him, gently, to not hurt his wings before you leaned down, capturing his lips in a fervent embrace. Raphael moaned your name as he felt you positioning his hardening member at your entrance, sinking down on him just enough for the tip to enter. His hands found your hips, holding you in place momentarily as he broke the kiss.

"What are you doing?"

"We're not done until we both had our fair share of pleasure", you breathed as you sank down on him, swallowing a moan, "besides shouldn't the lady of the house keep her man satisfied?"

Raphael's smile widened as he guided your motions, starting off slowly and then picking up speed. Feral growls escaped his lips as he he could feel himself approaching the peak of his own pleasure fast. He had been intimate with many throughout the decades, including Haarlep, a being existing ultimately to provide pleasure, but there was something special about you. The closeness, the shared emotions, the intimacy - all of his previous encounters paled in comparison to the connection he felt with you in this very moment. But you felt just as good, riding a devil, having his cock buried deep down inside you, filling you up perfectly while hitting that sweet spot over and over again, transforming this sinful act into something heavenly. The feeling of pure bliss cursed through your whole body as you moved your hips in a perfect rhythm, the heated embrace of desire and lust unleashed as both of toppled over the edge. In this moment of tenderness and passion, it was clear that your connection went beyond physical pleasure. It was a union of souls, an experience that transcended mere satisfaction.

"Raphael", you moaned loudly as your walls clenched around his cock, feeling it twitched as his seed spilled inside you.

Both of you panted heavily, a contented smile playing at the edges of your lips as the devil sat up, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a tight embrace.

"I love you", he whispered tenderly, chuckling as you hummed your consent, too spent to utter a word.

"Oh my, what a perfectly delicious sight", a familiar voice chuckled, drawing nearer.

Your eyes snapped open and you blinked in disbelief as you spotted Astarion standing in the boudoir, bearing a smug grin as he observed the two of you with obvious amusement.

"Astarion?!", you shrieked, scrambling off Raphael, hastily covering your exposed form with the silk blanket to hide both your nakedness and your embarrassment from your companion. The vampire merely chuckled, his gaze shifting between you and the devil.

"Guess again, little mouse", the pale elf playfully teased, giving you a sly wink, his crimson eyes glowing up for just a second, "it seems my plan worked rather well."

Before you had a chance to fully comprehend who was standing before you, Raphael, still unclothed, swiftly leapt out of bed and lunged towards the elf. His fingers clenched tightly around Haarlep's throat, exerting a dangerous pressure. You wanted to scream, to implore Raphael to stop, but Haarlep calmly transformed into his master's form, causing Raphael to immediately release his grip on the incubus' throat.

"You wretched creature!", Raphael spat, "you poisoned me! Do NOT forget your place in this house, slave!"

Instinctively, you retreated further onto the bed, clutching the blanket tightly as sudden fear surged through you. You had witnessed many facets of Raphael's personality, but this seething rage terrified you beyond measure, especially coming from the same being who had cradled you tenderly just moments before but a part of you also understood his anger.

"You misunderstood, my dear master, my intent was never to poison you. I simply intended to", the incubus gestured towards you, "enhance your chances with your favourite misadventurer, all in your best interest I assure you."

Raphael was fuming, wishing he could obliterate Haarlep into countless fragments. However, he recognised that he couldn't afford to destroy such a gift from his father, at least not yet, and deep down Raphael knew that the incubus was right, without his involvement, last night and this morning wouldn't have unfolded so magnificently. Haarlep, of course, fully grasped the advantage he currently held over his master and decided to push his luck even further, knowing that such a perfect opportunity would not present itself again in the near future.

"If you'll excuse me", he hummed while transforming back to Astarion's form, "I have to get back to my new, rather passionate, lover. It's quite nice to be in the receiving end for once."

He gave you a sly wink and blew a quick kiss your way before disappearing once again, leaving you alone with the annoyed devil.

Rising to your feet, you cautiously approached Raphael, still wrapped in the warmth of a blanket. Your fingertips lightly traced along the edges of his magnificent wings as you circled around him.

"Why not free the incubus from his duties?", you suggested, tugging at his hand and bringing it up to your lips, planting kisses along the inside of his arm, "no more Haarlep means no father watching your every move."

Raphael chuckled, pulling you close and lifting you effortlessly in one swift motion.

"Well, well, my little mouse," he whispered, planting a sweet peck on your lips, "not only are you full of delightful surprises, but it also seems that I couldn't have asked for a more perfect lady of my House of Hope."

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@dark-and-kawaii

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael x reader #raphael x you #raphael #haarlep bg3 #haarlep #drunk devil #sneaky haarlep #drunk confessions #morning after #smut #raphael smut #haarlep is astarion #astarion

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eos-headcanon-station · 9 months

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Zoro and Sanji are either oblivious of their feelings or married in secret impulsively with no in between in my brain. The fact that Luffy can officiate legally binding weddings due to being a pirate captain has made that my intrusive thought.

#One Piece #Eos Headcannons #Zosan #Sanji #roronoa zoro #like i give them a week in between time where they confess feelings and when they get married #they're idiots your honor #With eachother they are impulsive as hell though so like #they've got a friend who can officiate weddings that they trust so why not #after the initial wedding though Sanji will make a big deal about not having a ceremony BC he's a romantic at heart #but they can have a huge ceremony when they renew their vows its fine #I'm writing this when I'm supposed to be sleeping for my shift in the morning #Queue

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todayisafridaynight · 7 months

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nerosdayinanime · 10 months

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At the end of the world or the last thing I see You are never coming home, never coming home Never coming home, never coming home And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever going to haunt me

Never coming home, Never coming home

#tomioka giyuu #sabito #kny sabito #giyuu #sabigiyuu #sabito lives au #last light au (angst)#loserboy giyuu posting #fratboy sabito posting #neros art tag #i dont like the shading. whatever tho #they fought a lower moon and giyuu got a nasty hit to the stomach. angst ver the kakushi dont get there as fast & giyuu bleeds out #a quiet little 'i love you' and sabito frantically assuring him he loves him too. so much. so please dont *leave*#giyuu left a letter for him. detailed how much he appreciated him as a friend and a confession of everything he held back from #how badly he wanted to hold him as they fell asleep and wake every morning to his lopsided brighter-than-the-sun smile #how badly he wanted to reach out and hold his hand as they walked side by side #how badly he wanted- but always hesitating #sabito's inconsolable. now not only mourning what he had but what couldve been as well #once the grief abates hes just hollow. and he hates it so much. very grateful of tengen dragging them out for dinner & drinks after meetings #bringing back the vigi au coping mechanism- hes not ever happy anymore but he smiles and fakes it #not too much to make it obvious but not too little as to worry people- makes him feel somewhat like a person again #'ever get the feeling that youre never all alone?' giyuu never leaves him. always in his shadow #sometimes he catches glimpses of shadows in the corner of his eyes but always brushes it off- animals notice giyuu and dislike him for it-#tengen sometimes hears faint whispers- zenitsu hears two heartbeats- inosuke's always on edge around him

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thomasbrodiesandwich · 10 months

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okay now i need to know what do you guys think this deleted scene is

#ive been tryna think what cud it possibly be #my best guess is actualky H and A the morning after the love confession and theyre having breakfast in the palace #like in reference to the book where they spent the morning together w breakfast in bed if i rmr correctly #but what do we think #rwrb #rwrb film #red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue spoilers #red white and royal blue

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alienaiver · 1 year

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Birthday keychains

Sugawara Koushi x gn!reader

made for @cup-of-fluff ‘s birthday!

warnings: there’s mentions of a birthday being held alone but otherwise super fluff for my fluff-queen! wordcount: 1.7k content: fluff, post-timeskip, sfw, birthday present to a friend!, gender neutral reader, canon compliant, reader is also a teacher but the subjects are undefined, confessions, unbeta’d, no use of y/n, comfort, sugawara thinks hes smooth in theory but suddenly halts when he needs to put it into practice,

notes: i am LATE! LATE LATE LATE like the rabbit in alice! it was my precious friend, luna’s birthday around 10 days ago but sadly my brain wasn’t working those days, so i hope youll still accept this even if im late!!!! ilsym, i hope you still had a good day even if the plans weren’t big <3 i was thinking of you the entire day!!!

Sugawara stretches his arms over his head and yawns, grateful that he was able to end his class a little early. Mondays can be rough for anyone and he can definitely feel the jitters from his students rub off on him during the last stretch of the afternoon, too. So when the opportunity rose, he took it.

He likes to treat them sometimes, too.

So now he’s on his way back to the teacher’s lounge to grab a cup of coffee and work through the final part of this year’s curriculum – there’s some gaps he has to fill in from another teacher retiring, making him impromptu take over some classes. Usually, he’s more prepared than this.

He nears class 2-A that he knows you’re currently teaching and as he passes, he hears ruckus and scattered cheering before the sliding door flings open.

On her way out, a student named Sakura looks back into the classroom and yells out, “oh, and Happy Birthday again!” before she runs out into the hallway, followed by her classmates.

Birthday? Who?

“Thank you, Sakura!” he hears your voice yell out from the room and he can’t stop himself from popping his head into the doorframe to make sure he heard right. You’re by the teacher’s desk, gathering up papers, small talking with the students still fizzling it out in waves.

“My, my, is it my favorite teacher’s birthday?” Sugawara leans against the frame and try to send you what he hopes is a charming smile and the way you perk up gives him hope.

You laugh at him sheepishly as you put the stack of papers against your chest, seemingly trying to gather yourself, your cheeks burning. You don’t look him in the eyes as you near him. He thinks you’re adorable.

“…Yeah,” you admit, passing him into the hallway but you stop to signal that you want him to follow you. His lips feel wobbly as he happily pushes himself off of the doorframe to follow you down the hall.

There are many things that he loves about being a teacher but he has to admit that one of his favorite parts is the interactions he gets to have with you. Your smile brightens any day, no matter how grey and the habit that the two of you have worked out with the morning coffee in the teacher’s lounge is the best part of his day.

“So… Why was I not aware that today’s your birthday?” he asks as he matches your pace, keeping an eye to dodge the unruly students running around the hallways. He’s supposed to scold them for running, the back of his mind reminds him, but he’s too focused on you. It’s an interesting thing, to keep a birthday hidden. Says a lot about a person.

You seem to straighten your back, “oh!”

You then sigh and relax again, “I’m not sure. Just didn’t think it was that important to mention.”

Sugawara inwardly winces – he’s afraid he hasn’t been clear enough about his intentions of getting closer to you. Whether or not you’d ever return his feelings romantically (he might be going too far with his wistful thinking he reprimands himself), he’s still very much interested in a friendship. Maybe he hasn’t been clear enough?

“What!” he exclaims, surprise so evident on his face that you stop in your tracks, your eyes locked to his expression. He then says your name with fervor and subconsciously reaches out for your hands but stops himself in the last second.

“I would’ve gotten you a present!” he confesses, pouting before he turns his back and starts walking. He hopes you follow. It’s been a while since he’s used flirting tactics that he used to teach Sawamura. He feels silly and he wipes the palms of his hands on his pantleg, hoping you don’t take notice.

“No, you really shouldn’t!” your voice sounds strained as you follow him. He slides open the door to the teacher’s lounge and signals for you to enter first. When you’re in, he hurries ahead of you to grab you a cup of coffee, bowing slightly as he hands it to you. You chuckle at his antics, shaking your head in affectionate confusion, “what is this, Sugawara?”

He smiles warmly at you, “you deserve royal treatment on a day as today!”

You sit down by your desks next to each other and Sugawara sorts through a bunch of papers to look important. He clears his throat and tries to sound as nonchalant as possible, “so, are there any exciting birthday plans today?”

You hum out a reply that he can’t discern, not looking up from your papers either. He leans his head on his palm and looks towards you, “I bet you’ll be treated to tons of fun, right?”

You stop what you’re doing and sigh, collecting yourself before you confess, “actually… nothing special’s going to happen this year. I’ll probably treat myself to my favorite dish at the Family Mart and watch my favorite show at home, feet on the coffee table.”

You wince at the way Sugawara’s hand falls to his desk in surprise. You knew he’d react like this, he’s a good guy. But bringing up your birthday felt intimate and you weren’t sure how close you were. Maybe he’d think you were attention seeking or fishing for presents if you mentioned it – what if he only saw you as a work acquaintance?

He inhales sharply before he turns his head back down to his desk again, continuing his mock-work. “What’s your favorite at Family Mart then?”

You pause at the question. That was unexpected. You tell him with an unsure voice, ending it in a question mark. He hums and smiles at you, “I’ve never tried that one. Can I join?”

“Eh?”

It’s all you get out before he laughs warmly at you, the bright smile blinding you as he once again leans on his palm (which really is a charming position for him), “it sounds like the perfect start of the week!”

You nod, processing what he just asked. Before you can come up with a yes or no, you mentally walk through the state of your apartment. Is it messy? Have you left anything out in the open?

You’re safe, you conclude. So you nod again, “I mean… if you don’t have anything else to do?”

He laughs again, “nothing as important as this!”

You reach the Family Mart with your palms sweating, the distance between your hands so close that your heart is currently stuck in your throat. He’s so close. It’s close enough so that if you just swung your hand slightly, you’d touch him.

And then you could hold onto it.

You shake your head at the thought to collect yourself. After picking up the drinks you want and the meals, you go to the counter.

“Would you like me to heat it up?” the cashier asks and you politely decline, looking for your wallet.

“Would you like a bag?”

You nod and she starts collecting your items in the bag for you. You announce you want to pay with card but Sugawara puts a final item on the counter and announces, “I’m paying with cash for it all.”

It’s a keychain. It’s not fancy or big. It’s a little black crow in chibi-style. You’re frozen in confusion staring at the small item, following it as the cashier puts it in the bag as well.

You’re not back in your own body before Sugawara gently pushes you by your back to signal you to move, and he guides you out the store, bag in hand.

When you get out you stop in your tracks, “ah! Did you get the receipt? I’ll pay half!”

Sugawara shakes his head with a smile as he goes through the content of the bag, exclaiming a small sound of victory when he finds what he needs. He pulls out the keychain and hands it to you, his cheeks burning red.

“I swear I would’ve gotten you something way better if I’d been prepared. I’ll even make it up to you with a delayed present at another time! but I thought you might… like this… one as a small substitute.”

He laughs awkwardly when you neither reply nor move. Did he mess up? “You don’t have to… accept it, if you don’t like it…”

That makes your brain restart as you inhale, “please! Don’t think I don’t like it! I’m just…” you struggle to search for words but decide to just hold out your palms, “I really, really love it… and that’s two really’s!” he seems to visibly relax as he puts the small item in your palm, flinching at the contact with your hand – he wants to grab onto it so badly, “I think I’m just… overwhelmed, I must admit.”

Sugawara sighs deeply, “phew, I’m so glad I didn’t weird you out!” he admits and you hurry to shake your head, “no! No… you could never! I just wasn’t sure of… how the closeness of our relationship.”

Sugawara’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. He’s not sure if he should tell you now – it feels like the perfect time but what if he’s reading it wrong? He straightens his back and steels his resolve.

Without thinking, he bows. He grimaces as he looks at the ground – that move wasn’t part of his confession plans he’s made up in his head the past few months.

“I actually really, really like you! With two really’s!”

He’s afraid to straighten his back and look you in the eye. There are so many emotions going through him right now, fear being the most prevalent one.

You clench the keychain in your hands, the meaning of it soaring through the sky even higher than when he first gave it to you. You smile as you say his name with a wobbly tilt to your tone, “I like you, too.”

Sugawara wants to pump his arms into the air in victory but he settles on just looking up at you with stars shining in his eyes, “really!? That’s amazing!” he leans forward to hug you and you yelp out in surprise. You don’t hold back from taking in his scent though – it fits the one you’ve been imagining for so long.

“Happy birthday, again.” He whispers into your head and you laugh into his chest, “this might be the best one yet.”

#FIRST OFF I HOPE ITS ACTUALLY JUNE 5TH BCOS THATS WHAT I REMEMBER? AND MY TUMBLR ALSO CONFIRMS BUT THEN I GOT PARANOID. WHAT IF!!!! ITS A TI #MEZONE THING SO U POSTED UR BIRTHDAY POST ON JUNE 5TH FOR /ME/ IN MY TIMEZONE BUT IT WAS /ACTUALLY/ THE SIXTH? IM SO AFRAID LMFAO ILYSM LUNA #i hope you forgive if the date is off :( I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! MWUAH #MWUAH #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koushi fluff #haikyuu fluff #ANYWAYS i hope this brings a smile to ur face luna !!! he'd definitely give u a KICKASS gift two days after bcos he RAN to buy it the day af #ter and then gave it FIRST THING in the morning afterwards!!!!!! its exaCTLY hwat u wanted and needed and ur baffled at how he knew #god imagine........... such a handsome man confessing on r bday!!!!!!!#nohr.writing #nohr.hq

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insertsickusername13 · 1 year

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someday my excesses of richjake angst will stop having an effect on the general bmc populace but for now, I think I should tell you that Brooke visited Jake the morning after the fire. She only intended to stay for a moment or two (they're not supposed to be friends, Chloe made sure of that) but he wakes up while she's there and he's high and disoriented because of the pain meds, so much so that all he can do is ask where Rich is in a small, pathetic whisper (his first though upon waking up in a hospital is 'where is Rich?'---this boy has it bad). She's got the kind of moral compass that tells her she has to tell him everything ---that Rich is in the ICU, that Jake's house burned down---and of course it's terrible and his reaction is heartwrenching, but it really could've been worse. He giggles and cries before falling right back asleep.

She's worried for him, though, and wonders what insensitive thing a nurse could end up saying to him when he wakes up. What if he cries? What if the doctors make it worse? So she decides to stay just until he wakes up and seems stable. Twenty minutes or thirty minutes or an hour and a half later (time passes strangely sitting in a hospital room), he's blinking awake and asking where Rich is and what happened again. And she's forced to tell him again. She has to watch the confusion on his face, the denial, the hurt, the tears he wouldn't shed if he weren't drugged up. Again. He drifts back off, and when he wakes up for the third time, she lies.

"He's okay," she says before he's even asked because she can see the formation of the question in his mouth.

"I wan' him."

Brooke hasn't even told him the truth and he still looks like he's going to cry---glassy eyes, pouting, searching the room for Rich even though he clearly isn't there.

"He's busy, he'll come by later."

The lie burns her tongue and throat and she almost feels guilty for the pain because she knows Jake must be going through so, so much worse.

"Why won' he come now? 'M need him now," Jake whispers, and he sounds so confused. So broken.

She doesn't know how to mollify him. He didn't have much and he has even less now---Rich is familiarity. Rich is safety, Rich is protection, Rich is being teased ruthlessly in public for being upset over a breakup with Chloe but being held in private as he cried, Rich is late nights and drunken confessions of fears and sorrows. Rich is someone she showed up too late to be. So she says, "He's on his way, I promise. He'll be here soon. Everything's gonna be okay."

And Jake nods but pouts, upset over the fact Rich can't just magically appear then and there. Before it's been long enough for him to even begin to realize she may have been lying, Jake falls asleep.

She practically flees the room the second he's out. She can't do that again. She cannot lie, she cannot break the bad news. She cannot see him there so helpless, so desperate for any reassurance. She does everything in her power to forget it ever happened.

(and it's ironic because the next time he wakes up, he asks for 'the pretty princess girl---where's she? why'd she gotta go?')

#brooke lohst #brooke lohst being an angel because i love her #soft girl loving girl kind girl scared girl #akjskjgksjgkdj #jake dillinger #richjake #bmc #bmc musical #he talks about the “guardian angel” that showed up in his hospital room the morning after the fire with Rich months later #one of those late night confessions. 3 am. Rich is half asleep and Jake spills the whole thing in a quiet whisper #“She just said everything was gonna be okay. I didn't know what to believe anymore so I decided just to believe her.”#tw drugs #but it's not drug abuse my guy just went through a very physically traumatic event #rich goranski

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hcrctic · 2 months

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— @tsarnvoiny ❤'d for a shippy one liner | still accepting!

"So, you said that I'm your favorite, your hand was between my thighs, and then you told me if you were going to, that I'd be the one you tried." She smirks, shaking her head. "Then you told me that your boyfriend wouldn't mind", then she hands her a glass of water, letting a sarcastic little laugh out. "Like that was going to happen, I sent you to bed afterwards, you were so, so out of it." 'I can't believe I was flattered about that, pathetic', she thought.

#[ this is the aftermath of a drinking night where she was pouring out her feelings to her and now wanda was telling her what happened #the morning after when she asked if they had kissed because she is still reluctant to confess her feelings; also don't ask this is fully on #her i was trying for a one liner then that song came on my playlist and it was OVER FOR HER SHE WAS LIKE OH THIS IS US ]#🌙✨ — my brain goes ah; can't hear my thoughts | closed #🌙✨ — inspired by; pretty girls - renee rapp #tsarnvoiny

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stiltonbasket · 1 year

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in the lotr au with elf lxc/dwarf nmj, how did nielan meet?

They met when Lan Xichen saved a young Nie Mingjue and his mother from an orc fierce corpse attack. Nie Mingjue was around ten at the time.

#asks #lotr au #nielan #nmj fell in love at first sight #as he does in every universe #but though he did see lxc every now and then they never actually spoke again until after nmj was crowned 70+ years later #after which they became friends #and about 20 years after THAT lxc showed up on nmj's doorstep with half-elf bby jingyi like #look at my new son brother mingjue! :D #nmj was heartbroken but also more smitten than ever #he pined in silence for the next 30ish years and then finally confessed to lxc #but their marriage had to be delayed because jingyi got stuck down a mine shaft on the wedding morning

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mydictionary-yume · 2 months

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Yeah I like the new card a normal amount I think

#HES WAKING UP NEXT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #pov you’re lu the morning after their whole confession thingy<3 #lc screams #selfship

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exsqueezememacaroni · 7 months

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#well ok i had a dream about Mike...#in that space between opening my eyes in bed and waking up for real #for some reason we were being interviewed with some other folks at a conference #and i was sitting next to mike and i touched my knee to his #we looked at each other briefly and he leaned in close and whispered 'later'#the rest of the interview was a blur of course #after we exited the room he grabbed my arm and started leading me down the hall #i legit - for real in my dream - said 'so - you wanna get some good dinner or something?' 😂#and mike kissed me - gave me a super incredulous look - said 'thats for afterwards' and pulled me into the elevator going up #so uh - good morning everyone!#mp confessions #it was definitely the 2000 bungle slicked back hair Mike pics from last night...#holy hell his chest felt amazing when i ran my hands over it

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hourcat · 1 year

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#i want to write that km prompt that just went up today :/ i cant but i want to #also was thinking abt married pierre n charles and how they spend their first night together.#like obviously they have sex! obviously. they just became a family of their own and theyre both insane abt Family Life #but like. maybe they think that. bc this has been their whole lives. they can pretend like nothing has changed bc really nothing has #all that's changed is that there's now a legal document saying theyre married. everything else feels like it was before. so like.#they try for quiet! and normal. they call it a night after one round. except charles cant sleep even if he's been tired all weekend #and he just. cant stop thinking about that one little change. how pierre is his forever now. how he is pierre's just the same.#pierre is out cold and charles just stares at his sleeping form half the night so full of love for this man here beside him.#eventually pierre wakes up to go pee and charles is half awake (finally sleepy after HOURS) when he comes back to bed #''why are you still awake...husband'' pierre whispers and charles just laughs #covers his face. answers ''i dont know...husband'' just to make pierre laugh. but then gets all soft and serious and confesses #that he's just. thinking about their love. yk? something tender and sentimental. pierre kisses him softly in his sleepy honesty #and they fuck (''make love!!!!'' charles protests later in the morning) again and it's just about the belonging of it all. just to be close #just bc they can and this was always how it was meant 2 b! matching rings for real. a life shared. a love so long-winded it will never end.#wow i watch one (1) scene from a show and go off. i think ive got some pent up insanity to release.

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bloody-bee-tea · 1 year

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24 Days of Mingcheng 2022 Day 18 - Breakfast

Jiang Cheng wakes up warm and comfortable. So comfortable in fact, that it takes him a moment too long to notice that this is not his bed and that he is not alone.

His surprise at these revelations then lasts long enough for the other person to nuzzle his head and Jiang Cheng freezes before it all comes back.

This is not his bed and he is not alone because he went home with Nie Mingjue last night and clearly didn’t manage to sneak out before the new day starts, he realizes when he peeks over Nie Mingjue’s shoulder.

The sun is already up high in the sky.

“Fuck,” he mutters, even as he tries to untangle himself from Nie Mingjue.

Jiang Cheng had promised himself he would leave in the dead of the night, so that he could avoid this awkward morning and at least pretend as if his heart was still fine and intact, and to find himself now in this position make him almost panic.

He tried his best to get out of Nie Mingjue’s arms but he holds him firmly and even pulls him closer to his chest, despite the fact that he is still asleep. And no matter how carefully Jiang Cheng squirms and wriggles, he can’t get free.

And he clearly isn’t as subtle as he likes to think he is.

“What are you doing?” Nie Mingjue mumbles, clearly still half asleep and he takes the opportunity to roll over a little bit, just enough to land half on Jiang Cheng, effectively pinning him in place and putting a stop to his movements.

Jiang Cheng closes his eyes in despair at that.

“Nothing,” he tries and Nie Mingjue lets out an amused huff.

“Mh, right,” he mutters, nuzzling again against Jiang Cheng’s head. “Stay. It’s too early for breakfast.”

The easy way with which Nie Mingjue says that makes Jiang Cheng’s heart beat faster because it almost sounds as if he would want that. As if he wants to have breakfast with Jiang Cheng after they spent the night together.

“I should—” Jiang Cheng tries but Nie Mingjue doesn’t even let him finish.

“Stay right where you are.”

“It’s late, Mingjue,” Jiang Cheng tries again and now finally does Nie Mingjue blink open an eye.

“Not late enough,” he then judges from a look outside and burrows deeper into the bedding and therefore Jiang Cheng. “Why the rush. Let’s just enjoy the morning.”

There are a dozen different answers at the tip of Jiang Cheng’s tongue but in the end they all boil down to the fact that he doesn’t want to get his heart broken and the longer he stays the more likely it is.

Jiang Cheng isn’t sure exactly why Nie Mingjue had made advances on him yesterday but of course he wouldn’t turn him down, not even for just a night. He was just masochistic enough to take everything Nie Mingjue was willing to give him, even if it meant he gets his heart broken in a dozen different ways afterwards.

“Stop thinking,” Nie Mingjue groans out. “Why are you thinking so hard this early in the morning?”

“I’m not! It’s just—it’s late.”

“It’s before breakfast, so it’s early,” Nie Mingjue immediately gives back and despite Jiang Cheng’s worry it makes him laugh. “There, that’s better,” Nie Mingjue decides, as if he only said it to get that sound out of Jiang Cheng and then he kisses the top of Jiang Cheng’s head.

It does a whole lot of things to Jiang Cheng’s poor heart and it only makes him redouble his efforts of extracting himself.

“Seriously, Wanyin, what are you doing? Stop.”

“No, I have to—” Jiang Cheng says, though he trails off when he realizes that there is no way he can explain his sudden urge to get away without telling the truth.

“If you have to be somewhere, at least eat breakfast with us.”

“Us?” Jiang Cheng asks, blinking very fast in his panic. “What do you mean, us?”

“Huaisang should be home,” Nie Mingjue tells him, tilting his head in a way that tells Jiang Cheng he is trying to listen if he can hear him and he goes cold with his panic.

If Nie Huaisang catches him in his brother’s bed he will no longer be his friend, Jiang Cheng is sure of that. Nie Huaisang is very protective of Nie Mingjue and he has ranted more than once how none of the people who approach Nie Mingjue are actually worthy of doing so.

He never outright stated it but Jiang Cheng knows that the same goes for him.

“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng mutters and pushes away from Nie Mingjue, finally breaking his hold on him as he sits up in bed.

“Wanyin, what’s wrong?” Nie Mingjue asks, resting one of his big, warm hands on Jiang Cheng’s exposed back and when Jiang Cheng dares to look over his shoulder at him there is nothing but concern on his face.

“I’m just—I should have been long gone, I don’t know how you can be this calm,” Jiang Cheng mutters, fisting his hands in the blanket. “You must be annoyed with me.”

“Annoyed?” Nie Mingjue repeats and sits up as well, the blanket only barely protecting his modesty but he doesn’t even seem to notice because his gaze is fixed on Jiang Cheng. “Why would I be annoyed with you?”

“Because I’m still here? I know that these things normally go differently and I should never have fallen asleep,” Jiang Cheng mutters, unable to keep looking at Nie Mingjue.

“What the hell are you on about?” Nie Mingjue demands to know. “What do you mean ‘these things’?”

“Is this—I mean—one-night-stands?” Jiang Cheng whispers out and now he very deliberately doesn’t look at Nie Mingjue.

He must be really fed up with him; everyone knows that there are certain, unspoken rules about one-night-stands, and Jiang Cheng is pretty sure that waking up together the next morning does not belong in there.

“You—think this is a one-night-stand?” Nie Mingjue haltingly asks and he sounds hurt.

Hurt enough that Jiang Cheng turns back around to him.

“I mean—what else would it be?”

Nie Mingjue’s mouth twitches at that before he takes a deep breath.

“Wanyin, do you know me to sleep around?” he asks him and Jiang Cheng has to admit that he has never heard anything like that about Nie Mingjue but he guesses that is Nie Huaisang’s doing.

No completely sane person would try to get Nie Mingjue into bed with them when Nie Huaisang is always right there, watching his every step and scaring every potential candidate away.

“And I can’t remember to hear that you have a reputation like that, either,” Nie Mingjue goes on, clearly reading the answer straight off Jiang Cheng’s face.

“I don’t,” Jiang Cheng bristles because he’s not happy to admit it but it’s not as if he’s sleeping around like crazy. “But—I still know what people say about me, what they assume.”

“And what is that?” Nie Mingjue wants to know.

“I look very fuckable,” Jiang Cheng says, keeping his voice as flat as he possibly can. “But that’s it. I’m not good to date.”

“Bullshit,” Nie Mingjue spits out. “Whoever said such fucking bullshit clearly doesn’t know you.”

Nie Mingjue’s vehemence makes something warm unfurl in Jiang Cheng’s chest, before he remembers the situation they find themselves in.

Because by now Jiang Cheng is more confused than anything.

“Wanyin, seriously, did you think this was just a one-time thing?” Nie Mingjue asks, much more calmer but he also seems more guarded and Jiang Cheng no longer knows what the right answer to this is.

Before he can fumble for one, it knocks at the door. Jiang Cheng is not proud to admit that he flinches.

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang whines. “What is up with you? Come on get up, breakfast is ready!”

“We’ll be right there, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue calls back and stares Jiang Cheng down when he turns big, panicked eyes at him.

“Why would you do that?” he hisses out. “Now he’ll know—”

“He’ll know anyway,” Nie Mingjue cuts him off. “Because I do not intend to hide this.”

“Alright, da-ge—wait!” Huaisang screeches on the other side of the door. “Did you just say we?”

“I did, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue gives back.

“I can’t believe you got laid! Finally,” Nie Huaisang laughs out at that but then he falls silent rather abruptly and Jiang Cheng tenses. “That better be A-Cheng in there. Da-ge, is that A-Cheng in there? Because if not, don’t you dare show your face here!”

“What?” Jiang Cheng mutters, because this makes absolutely no sense.

Why the hell would Nie Huaisang want him to be in there.

“It is Wanyin, of course it is, who do you even take me for?” Nie Mingjue calls out, not taking his eyes off Jiang Cheng.

“Would have surprised me if it was anyone else, you’re almost as bad as any good Lan. Xichen must have rubbed of on you in that regard,” Nie Huaisang mutters, but he’s still clearly audible through the door. “Alright, get presentable then, breakfast is not going to eat itself alone,” he then cheerfully says and Jiang Cheng hears him walk off.

“What just happened?” Jiang Cheng wants to know .

Nie Mingjue doesn’t answer him directly, because he shuffles around in bed until he sits facing Jiang Cheng and then takes his hands in his.

“What about that was unclear to you?” he then asks, looking very much as if he’s expecting a serious answer from Jiang Cheng who can barely think straight at the moment.

“I—” he starts before he cuts himself off. “That was—it sounded as if—everything?” he finally settles on and Nie Mingjue sighs.

“Wanyin, I do not simply take people home with me for a fun night. If I bring them here, then I usually want them to stay. And I use usually very liberally because you’re the first one in years I have brought home.”

“But I’m—”

“Be very careful with what you say right now because I will not allow anyone to insult you and that includes yourself.”

Jiang Cheng opens and closes his mouth several times, searching for the right words and Nie Mingjue waits him out patiently.

“If we—when we go out there, what do we tell him?” Jiang Cheng finally settles on, hoping that this does meet Nie Mingjue’s approval.

“It’s not as if he’s going to let us say a whole lot but we tell him the truth. He already knows we fucked this night, so what else is there to wonder about?”

“No, I mean—” Jiang Cheng hates how he can feel himself blush but Nie Mingjue smirks at him, so it can’t be too bad. “I mean what are we going to say what we are?”

“I would call it like it is,” Nie Mingjue says, giving a decidedly vague answer and Jiang Cheng frowns at him.

“Which would be what, exactly?” he demands to know, his voice more cutting than before and Nie Mingjue chuckles.

“There you are,” he then says and leans in to kiss the corner of Jiang Cheng’s mouth. “I would call us boyfriends,” Nie Mingjue then finally says and smiles softly at Jiang Cheng. “If you are amenable to that, of course.”

It blows Jiang Cheng’s mind just a little bit, that Nie Mingjue should want this, would want to be boyfriends with him of all people but he also can’t deny that he feels almost giddy with happiness at hearing him say that.

Nie Mingjue clearly knows what his words do to Jiang Cheng because he’s waiting him out with more patience than Jiang Cheng probably deserves and in the end he can’t even find his words, so he simply leans in for a real kiss, morning breath and all be damned.

“I am going to take that as a positive answer,” Nie Mingjue decides when they part, reaching out for his hand and threading their fingers together. “You’re my boyfriend now. No take-backs.”

“No take-backs”, Jiang Cheng agrees with a laugh, though his mood plummets when Nie Mingjue turns serious again.

“My heart, why did you agree to sleep with me if you thought it would only be for a night? You’re in love with me, right? Why would you do that to yourself?” Nie Mingjue asks and Jiang Cheng groans.

“Am I truly that obvious?”

“You’re not that subtle when you love and especially not if someone cares to look. I cared, a whole lot, and so it was easy to see that you reciprocate my feelings.”

“This is the worst,” Jiang Cheng mutters, and looks out of the window rather than at Nie Mingjue when he finally answers his previous question. “I thought it would be better than nothing. At least I would have this one night with you and maybe I could use it to convince myself that you’re not actually that good and that my feelings for you are completely unfounded.”

“And? Did I perform satisfactorily?” Nie Mingjue asks him with a huge smirk and Jiang Cheng hides behind his hand.

“Fuck off,” he mutters, because he’s pretty sure Nie Mingjue knows the answer to that.

“Do not get up to more shenanigans, A-Cheng’s coffee is going cold and you know how he hates cold coffee,” Nie Huaisang suddenly calls through the door again and Jiang Cheng still can’t help himself, he jumps as if he caught them doing something improper.

Well, more improper.

“We’ll be out in a sec,” Nie Mingjue calls over his shoulder and then gets off the bed, dragging Jiang Cheng along with him, who has the choice to either get up or faceplant into the ground.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he grumbles, dutifully putting on the clothes Nie Mingjue throws at him.

It takes him way too long to register that these are not actually the clothes he had been wearing yesterday evening; instead those are clearly Nie Mingjue’s sweatpants and shirt and Jiang Cheng is pretty sure that Nie Mingjue can read it right off his face what that does to Jiang Cheng.

“You’re mine now,” Nie Mingjue smugly says, leaning in for a lingering kiss, as his hand slides under the shirt Jiang Cheng just put on and he leans into the warm contact.

“Just like you are mine,” he says when they part, because it’s important to Jiang Cheng that this goes both ways.

“Of course I am,” Nie Mingjue says without hesitation and then finally opens the door.

Nie Huaisang is clearly just about to knock again and he critically looks them over.

“Di-di, meet my boyfriend,” Nie Mingjue says, tugging Jiang Cheng into his side and there is no hesitation and he seems proud as hell about it too.

“About damn time,” Nie Huaisang hisses at Nie Mingjue and then turns his sweetest smile on Jiang Cheng. “I prepared coffee for you,” he tells him and then leaves for the kitchen, clearly expecting them to follow him, which they do.

Jiang Cheng might go a little bit misty-eyed when he sits down at the table and Nie Mingjue presses a kiss to his head just as Nie Huaisang puts his perfectly prepared coffee in front of him and he decides that he’s going to keep this, no matter what.

And he’s pretty sure Nie Mingjue thinks the same when he threads their fingers together again, despite Nie Huaisang’s good-natured complaining.

It already feels a lot like family and Jiang Cheng can’t wait for the future.

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