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₊˚⊹｡ here’s to hoping (cause i can’t stop calling) | gojo satoru
wc: 1.1k
summary: gojo calls, and you spend it half-wishing you weren’t broken up.
contains: gn!reader, exes to ???, alcohol, mentions of going to the club, gojo is bad at being an ex, complicated feelings, ambiguous ending, kind of hurt/comfort.
a/n: writing this as my copium, i haven’t written gojo outside of col in so long so this was challenging, but equally as exciting! some songs that inspired this are: better than this - lauv & oh, gemini - role model.
part of the in's and out's new year/birthday event | request
prompt: calling your ex drunk at two a.m. with feelings still stuck in your throat
“Well, well, well… miss me already?”
The clock on your kitchen wall reads some time between 2:05 and 2:10. Even when you squint, the little lines remain a drunken blur.
You blame it on the alcohol.
“Don’t be shy now.” the voice on your phone continues, shaking you out of focus.
Had you been any more sober, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.
Had you been any more sober, the throbbing in your head wouldn’t have persisted from the sound of—
“Gojo–” you sigh.
“Satoru.” he interrupts, a full pause before he continues, softer, “It’s Satoru, remember?”
Had you been any more sober, you wouldn’t have even answered his call.
You haul your bag up sluggishly, the chains of the strap clacking against your countertop. Patience is a ticking time bomb when you’re this inebriated, the heavy bass from earlier tonight still thumping its way within your brain.
You can’t think straight.
“Satoru,” a name now foreign but still so close to home; it burns on your tongue, trickles bittersweet down your throat, “you called. What do you need?”
It’s stupid of you to ask, you know, because Gojo’s been calling you like this since the day you broke up months ago. You’d picked up the first few times, but quickly realized that it wasn’t good for the both of you—you’d never move on, and Gojo would never let you go.
Except—
“You picked up.”
—liquor makes for poor company when it only serves to soften the anger you’ve built up as protection. It really is all the alcohol’s fault.
Your eyes burn as you squeeze them shut, sighing, a twisted exhale, “You have to stop, Satoru.”
“Stop what?” he feigns, the lilt at the end a sure sign of the most insufferable smirk.
The thought of it makes you sick, makes you ache with memories of pinching his nose at the sight of it. He used to giggle then; now, he chuckles on the other end.
That’s the question, isn’t it? Stop what?
Since the break-up, Gojo’s been acting like nothing’s changed. He still calls you just as much, still texts you with undertones that tread the fine line between flirty and ‘just Gojo’. Your toiletries are still at his apartment, and his clothes are still in your closet.
You’d find humor in it if not for the fact that all of it has been so goddamn confusing.
He started it; he broke up with you.
Shouldn’t he be pushing you away?
To this day, you have no full closure, no other reason other than an ‘it’s better this way’ followed by a continuous stream of mixed signals because how he treats you is still the same.
“Stop calling,” a lump forms in your throat, an admission you’ve had to remind yourself again and again, “we’re not together anymore.”
“I can’t call a friend?”
You snort, fiddling with the metal links of your bag strap, “Is that what we are?”
A pause. Slippers shifting on floorboards. They sound just like the sleepless nights he’d shuffle out of bed.
You can picture him on the other end, head tilted and leant back on the plush leather of his couch. He hums but doesn’t answer you—he never does when it can mean something.
“You still sound the same.”
And you don’t expect it at this moment, to get so choked up over how he sounds over radio waves, but he says the words a little too fondly for you not to notice. Gojo’s always teased that he can pinpoint your voice from the moment you speak the first word.
You don’t mean to give him any more authority over your feelings than he already has, but the words slip out before you can catch yourself, “You’re being unfair.”
Another hum. His tone shifts to something lighter, more teasing, “Like you aren’t. Always typing, never sending…”
The huff that punctuates his sentences paints itself vividly with a small pout.
“Stop staring at my chat box then.” is all you can muster, the ache spreading throughout your chest.
“Afraid I can’t.”
You don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“You’re impossible.” your eyes begin to feel wet, your sniffle concealing itself as you clear your throat.
The silence that follows is uncharacteristic of your relationship with Gojo, even more of the man you know, but you find it filled to the brim with all the possibilities of what went wrong—of things you know he’ll never say out loud.
You know Gojo has issues; they presented themselves well enough in the year you were together. Being with him is accepting that you’ll be reading between the lines your entire life.
He is simultaneously touchy but distant, vocal but elusive in his affections; he drapes himself over you every chance he gets, but when you touch him in places no one else has, you think a storm swirls cyan in his irises. Gojo gives compliments like candies on Halloween, but he keeps his feelings close to his chest, locked away like presents tightly wrapped under a Christmas tree.
This is why you never saw it coming.
This is why there was no hint, no sign of him ever wanting to break things off when he did.
‘Let’s stop dating’ with no warning.
“Had fun tonight?” he asks so casually, like it doesn’t tell you a million things—how he still has your location on his phone, how he’s still checking on you, Six Eyes or not.
Tonight was okay, all things considered. You don’t go to clubs often, but your friends kept you company; the music boomed just a tad bit louder than you’re used to, and the drinks were good, but—
“You would have hated it.”
If Gojo were there, you would have stayed 10 minutes tops. He’d whine about being bored but you’d be able to tell, from the slight furrow of his brows and the clenching of his jaw that it’s because one of his migraines is forming.
“Good thing I’d have you, then.”
There are half-truths in jokes like this, a dangerous thing to say when you both know he could still have you if he wanted.
“Stop flirting, it’s annoying.” you try to steel your voice, pushing down the false hope rising in your chest.
“You love it, though.”
The pain sears you, hurts when he says the word so lightly, as if he isn’t aware that you know love is the reason he had to break things off prematurely. As if he doesn’t know that you’re still in love with him, that you’re still putting faith in a tragedy.
“Do you even know what loving something feels like?”
The line remains silent, save for the softest sound of his breath hitching.
You must have hit a nerve.
He hums, an expected answer, but then he mumbles, words spoken so faintly, so quietly, you’re surprised they even came through.
“Yeah, I do.”
a/n: wanted to use this as dialogue practice because i think gojo’s dialogue is one of the trickiest to nail! i also found it so fun exploring this kind of dynamic with him!! i subtly hint on some of gojo’s personal issues but don’t explicitly state it to leave room for interpretation! the ending is ambiguous for that same reason.
thank you notes: @stellamancer for helping me out so much with this 🥺 practically beta-ing it, really 🥺 ily niku 🥺 in my head, gojo does not exist without you 🥺 & @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @scarabrat @soumies for being my lil cheerleaders always 🥺 ily all 🥺
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
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DIFFERENT
lingyang (wuthering waves) x gn! reader
SPOILERS FOR HIS STORY QUEST!
lowercase intended, full of fluff!
lingyang's story quest spoilers, (incase you haven't played it yet)
no dialogue (tried to do something new) hope you enjoy!
ever since stepping foot in jinzhou, lingyang knew who, or rather what he was. he knew he was different from his clients, young or old, he knew he was different from shuncai, who sells his food at his little shop, he knew he was different from his fellow liondance troupe to his master.
he knew it all.
he knew but can he accept it?
can he accept the fact that he is different from everyone he knows? "yes!" lingyang would reply in a heartbeat. his mind fast as light to give an answer while his heart hesitates to even think about it. no matter how many "yes" he would answer to questions like those, his soul would always tell a different story.
while there was nothing wrong with being different, it hurts just as much because he was alone. he had no one to talk to, to relate to his problems of self identity and where he belongs. that was until a person called rover came to his life.
rover...
that's what everyone calls them. while lingyang has his name, rover doesn't recall theirs and this sparked something inside of him. for a moment he did not feel alone, he did not feel different. which is why it was easy for him to open up his past, telling it to the rover without directly mentioning that he was the "jingle monster", that he was a beast, that he was the last suan'ni.
despite everything, the rover was a busy individual. they could'nt possibly be there 24/7 for lingyang since their always helping and fighting people left and right while finding their true self in a world where everyone wants them. that thought alone made lingyang frown. was he even valid for feeling that way knowing someone else has it harder? or was he just a selfish individual?
lingyang sighed the tenth time that night. sitting on top of the many boxes behind the stage with hands crossed over his chest, a troubled look swirled around his face. the crease on his forehead keeps getting bigger and bigger as time passed, so big that he didn't even notice the additional weight on the box he was sitting on.
before, a little nudge used to be enough to get his attention but now it seems like a scream on his ear wouldn't even pull him out of his thoughts. but that was alright, for lingyang, they're willing to wait. even if it meant falling asleep on his shoulder.
minutes passed and still, no lingyang on earth.
another, and another, and another... and another.
that was until he felt his own body moving. his arm tucked underneath his other arm moved without a second thought, catching the person who had fallen off his shoulder. call it his "animal instinct" if you will.
lingyang immediately looked over, curiosity and worry replacing his look of trouble. slowly but surely his worried expression begins to flow out as he releases a somewhat happy and contented smile as if he wasn't in a negative headspace earlier.
he looks at his surroundings before looking at the moon which was directly above them.
a look of surprise immediately took over his face, guilt hurriedly seeping into his veins. just how long did he spend sitting there? was it too long that—
huh...
lingyang looked over again at the person sleeping on his arm and minimal movements, he moved the person in his lap, providing them a comfier place to rest on. he couldn't help but smile and in the lowest voice he could muster he whispered...
[name].
[name], a fellow resonator, one of the outriders in jinzhou, sometimes his "lower half" during performances.
[name], who found him sneaking at the outskirts of jinzhou, who welcomed, showed and toured him around the city on his first day.
[name], who helped him ever since he was new. who was there sleeping on his lap, who stayed with him during his times of trouble. with a look of adoration, lingyang combs his hand through their hair hoping that he could provide comfort as they sleep.
lingyang smiled, as flashbacks of both of them immediately played in his mind. from when he first met them, until now. with one final look at their sleeping face, lingyang looked at the moon above.
thanks to the rover, he finally got the affirmation that he doesn't have to be human or a suan'ni.
but thanks to [name], he was happy that he was different.
because if being different meant being close to one another, lingyang will always love being different.
currently on wuwa grind! feel free to add me^^ mostly active on ASIA server but I do have a SEA one.
anyways, lingyang is so cute! but his dialogue either makes me cringe or laugh 😭
lingyang; sorry you have to see that side of me, rover
#lingyang x reader#wuthering waves x reader#fluff#wuwa x reader#lingyang#wuthering waves#wuwa#wuthering waves lingyang
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💛 hi 🥹 CONGRATS ON 3K THAT'S HUUUUUGE !!!!
I am obsessed with this idea and also my favourite activity (as of recently lmao) is drunk karaoke and of COURSE my dream would be to do it with lando !!!!
drunk karaoke with Lando would, and i'm not exaggerating, mean everything to me. i am in love with just the idea of this.
thank you for supporting me through the many phases of this blog and for entertaining my every thought/idea. adore you, mel💛 i hope you enjoy this blurb that was meant to be 300-400 words but ended up being 800+ lol
celebration post: here
Drunk Karaoke with Lando Norris under the cut😊
You quickly downed the shot thrust into your hand – sambuca, which meant it absolutely came from Lando since he was the only one who knew of your preference.
He was on your left, sweaty and somehow wide awake despite the fact you’d been out for hours. Oscar was on your right, slowly swaying to the music with his eyes half shut. Somewhere across the club Charles and Pierre were dancing on an elevated surface while George videotaped them like a suburban soccer mom at her son’s first game. Here in Monaco, everyone partied post-race as if they themselves had made it to the top step over the weekend.
Out of nowhere, Lando fell into you as he shouted in your ear – “Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”
Oscar caught you before you could topple over, steadying you on your feet before shooting Lando a dirty look.
“Sorry, sorry,” Lando giggled. He centered himself and then put his hands on your shoulders, looking the most serious you’d ever seen him.
“Anyway, do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”
“Win at Silverstone? Become world champion?”
“Well, yes, but think smaller, you lunatic. Something I could do right now.”
“Out drink Max?”
“What? No, I don’t care about outdrinking Max, where did that come from?”
“Well, I just thought since he usually wins every race that you’d want to beat him at something – ”
“Oh my god, you’re impossible,” Oscar interjected. “He wants to do drunk karaoke. When we went out in Miami he was practically on his knees begging me to sing with him.”
A giant grin spread across your face as you playfully swatted Lando’s chest.
“Why didn’t you just say so? I happen to be an excellent karaoke partner,” you boasted.
Lando clapped his hands and jumped around like a toddler at your remark – “So, you’ll do it with me?”
Instead of answering, you snatched his hand and pulled him through the club at an impressive speed. You weren’t in a karaoke bar, quite far from it, but you planted yourself in front of the DJ booth and gestured to Lando. Security immediately pulled you both into the booth, perks of having Lando at your side, and the DJ of the night asked what she could do for you.
“Hi! Lando Norris wants to do drunk karaoke and I’m trusting that you can make that happen. It’s very important to him,” you professed.
“I think I might have a couple instrumentals or could make some magic happen. Any specific requests? You won’t have any lyrics on screen, though. And you’ll have to share a mic.”
Before you could ask what your options were, Lando was shouting, once again, in your ear.
“DO YOU HAVE THE SPICE GIRLS? THAT ONE SPICE GIRLS SONG?”
“Lando, we won’t have the lyrics,” you reminded him.
“I don’t need them,” he declared, crossing his arms with attitude. “Maybe you need them, fake fan.”
“I most certainly do not,” you yelled back to Lando. “DJ, roll the track. Pretty please. You're amazing."
She chuckled and handed you the singular mic, Lando immediately snatching it from your hands.
“It’s my dream, I get to hold the mic.”
You rolled your eyes and fought back a smile, stepping into his side as he threw an arm around you.
The deafening bass from the speakers grew quiet as the DJ addressed the crowd of people – “we’ve got a special surprise tonight! These two lovely friends of mine up here are going to perform a special number for everyone. Please welcome – ”
She paused, waiting for you and Lando to introduce yourselves.
“LANDO NORRIS AND Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Please welcome Lando Norris and Y/N Y/L/N to my booth. Show them some love!”
The clapping and cheering brought the volume in the club back to an obscene level – the loudest cheers coming from a VIP table not far from the booth where all of your friends had gathered.
Before you had a chance to feel the slightest bit self-conscious, the infamous laugh rang through the speakers and Lando was scream-singing into the mic.
“YO, I’LL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT!”
The two of you in perfect sync, passing lines back and forth, singing (if you could call it that) in unison during the chorus. You could have sworn you heard George shout out that this was “his song” and Max was most definitely telling anyone who would listen that he personally knows Ginger Spice.
You tore your eyes from the audience to look at Lando – the smile on his face rivaling the brightest sunny day. With his arm around you, squeezing you to his side, your closest friends cheering for you, your heart was sure to burst from happiness. There was no place you’d rather be in that moment than making a drunken fool of yourself with the most important person in your life by your side.
And if Lando was thinking the same thing, about how he was happier in that moment than he’d ever been, podiums and race win included, he’d keep that to himself for just a minute more.
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Hey, I don’t know what you make of love triangles but I’ve always wondered how Typical Family would look like if reader once had a “not so obvious” crush on Geto and the two almost looked like a couple except Geto only saw her as a friend and Satoru doesn’t actually start to “see” reader until he sees how broken up she is after Geto’s betrayal. Kind of looks like the thing between Sasuke/Sakura/Naruto (ahem Except Sakura takes the less toxic path). You don’t have to indulge in this nor does it have to be canon to your original story but I’m just curious 🌚
now i dont think satoru was ever jealous of suguru because 1. suguru is all-knowing and 2. suguru is a literal big brother to you and there is only platonic admiration there.
but. you know who satoru is jealous of? nanami kento.
okay, there’s really no arguing—the boy needs a haircut.
he also needs to stop letting you hang off of him, and taking you out to dinner (because you find his interest in food a bit bizarre, and funny), and making you laugh all of the goddamn time.
satoru may be the strongest, the prettiest—but he has the disadvantage of being older than you. it’s not often yaga sends the two of you somewhere together—or any of the first years with the seconds.
and it’s just not fair, okay?
the only reason you even train with satoru is because he’s the only person who can see your technique, the only one who has a fair fight.
in fact, the only reason satoru gets to hang out with you at all is because you like everyone else. your classmates like suguru and shoko—and tolerate satoru.
and maybe it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth when he sees you standing a little bit too close to nanami. maybe it makes him feel like his world could collapse—disappear—right in front of him.
he does not want to endure being subjected to your schoolgirl crush on a boy who can’t even be bothered to cut his hair. and what would you see in him anyway? are brown eyes preferable to his outer-worldly blue ones? is satoru’s hair just not yellow enough?
…is nanami your type?
all of this to say, it’s definitely not satoru’s fault that he just accidentally threw nanami across the courtyard.
it’s the boys fault, obviously, for daring you to wish him good luck, for saying something so funny before they began that his smug face is still so pleased from making you laugh.
it’s not satoru’s fault.
but he does realize his mistake when instead of aweing over him like he’d wanted—you rush to nanami.
satoru is standing there, a rare frown on his face, looking down at his hands like they’re going to give him some answers.
“are you taking your anger out on the first years, now?” suguru asks, dryly, looking over to where you’re checking nanami’s pupillary response.
“don’t know what you’re talking about,” satoru grumbles, feeling even more betrayed.
what does that kid offer than he can’t?
“you know you could just talk to her, right? you don’t need to beat nanami up to prove a point.”
“if he wasn’t so weak i wouldn’t have—“
and then you’re walking back to them, nanami’s arm slung over your back as you half carry him. his face is already puffing up. “where’s shoko?”
you give him a look with unbridled rage. satoru can already feel the scolding coming on.
“i think she had a meeting with yaga, or something,” satoru answers, giving you his best innocent look.
it does nothing.
suguru inspects nanami. “do you need help?”
“no,” you frown at the boy hanging on you and sigh. “i’m taking him to the infirmary. i don’t know where yu went, but if you see him will you tell him that we left?”
“sure.”
suguru nudges satoru. “uh, yeah. we’ll tell him.”
you nod sternly at them both. “thank you.”
and then you’re walking away, even closer to nanami than you were before.
satoru is already pouting. it doesn’t take much.
“you’re stupid, you know that?”
“he asked me to—!”
“he wanted to learn. not get a concussion for no reason.”
satoru waves a hand. “he wont even remember it tomorrow.”
suguru is smirking at him, looking like he knows something that satoru doesn’t. “because he has brain damage?”
“because shoko will heal him.”
suguru only shakes his head. “i’m going to find haibara. he probably got lost again.”
satoru nods but remains there, with his arms crossed.
seriously, nanami kento of all people?
*
meanwhile, you’re lugging kento up onto one of the tables in the infirmary, feeling like you should’ve forced gojo to carry him the whole way.
you would’ve—if the sight of him didn’t make you want to rip your hair out.
…for a multitude of reasons, of course.
“okay. you okay? how’s your head?”
“bruised.”
you snort, pushing his hair back so you can see the black eye that’s already developing. at least it won’t get the chance to turn purple, you think.
“i’m sorry. i don’t know why gojo did that.”
kento laughs, leaning again away from your hand. you wonder if it’s his possible concussion, or if what you said was really all that funny.
you’ve only gotten him to laugh like… three times.
“you can tell him that i’m not interested in stealing you away.”
“gojo?”
he nods.
“why would i tell him that?”
nanami’s eyes closed. he looks like he’s aged years in the last hour. “are you naturally ignorant, or are you trying to distract me?”
you cross your arms. “what do you mean?”
“whatever’s going on between you and that white haired freak, just leave me out of it.”
“going on? there’s nothing going on. gojo is just an idiot—“
“seems like it’s spreading.”
“are you sure you’re okay, ken? i think you’re going crazy.”
nanami sighs. you can practically see his eyes rolling under his eyelids. “where’s shoko?”
you look around, biting your lip. “i don’t know… i thought she’d be here by now. i’ll go check the classrooms.”
he nods.
“don’t fall asleep, okay? i mean it.”
“just hurry.”
and you turn around the door, more questions running through your head than when you walked in.
*
satoru is still standing there, contemplating his life choices (of which there have been few) when you’re running back across the courtyard.
but you slow as you near him, your eyes filled with intent.
and maybe he was waiting for this.
“you asshole,” you say, hitting him on the shoulder—which he allows because any moment of you touching him is one that satoru wants to savor. “what were you thinking?”
he stands there, completely still, for just a moment more. you’re here now. with him. who’s with nanami then?
still, he shrugs. “i just forgot how weak he was.”
“oh, you forgot? you forgot that it was training and kento isn’t some special grade curse you—“
“is he dead?”
“what? why would you say that?”
“if he was really a special grade curse he’d already be dead.”
“you’re so arrogant,” you grind out, shaking your head at him. “and reckless! kento probably has a concussion.”
“then why aren’t you looking after him?”
“i—what?”
“why are you here yelling at me,” satoru gestures to himself, a grin forming on his face. “instead of making sure that he’s okay?”
“i—“ your mouth opens. then closes. “i went to go look for shoko and i didn’t think that you…” you shake your head again, frowning.
satoru just smiles at you.
he likes you a bit flushed and angry anyway.
“stop smiling at me like that!”
“what? i’m not allowed to smile now?”
“no. after today you’re not allowed to do anything. you’re lucky i’m such a good person or else you’d be six feet under—“
“you expect me to believe that you would actually kill me?”
“if i didn’t have a moral obligation, yes.”
satoru laughs.
“shut up,” you say, hitting him again. “i’m angry enough that i could do it.”
he shakes his head, slinging his arm around your shoulder. he has to make up for all of the time that nanami got to cling to you—has to repossess this, or he might go insane.
“that’s not why i’m laughing.”
“get off of me.”
“you wouldn’t kill me,” satoru whispers, right in your ear, delighting in a shiver that you can’t hold back. “even if you could. you like me too much to do it.”
you push him off of you, scowling. “i do not like you—“ you insist, only slightly breathless. “you just beat up my friend for no reason.”
“friend?”
you scoff, crossing your arms and looking up at satoru like he’s a demon sent straight from hell—just to torment you.
have you ever looked at nanami like that?
no, satoru thinks, you haven’t.
“yes, friend,” you repeat, rolling your eyes, “i know you’re unfamiliar with the concept but really. why is everyone acting so weird today?”
satoru’s grin is almost blinding. there’s no one else you get so worked up over. no one else who you would pause just to yell at.
“c’mon,” he says, instead of answering. he pushes himself back onto you, pulling you close by your waist. “i’ll look for shoko with you. you can tell me about how much you like me on the way.”
“gojo satoru, i will still murder you—“
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could you write a triplets x younger sister of her getting her wisdom teeth out? the triplets were so funny and cute in today's video!!
⊹★ 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 ★⊹
Sturniolo triplets x fem!little sister
Genre: fluff
Synopsis: The triplets little sister gets her wisdom teeth out and her brothers are there for her.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, teeth, needles, & dentist stuff lol
*tysm for the request I’ve been so excited to write this*
This is quite long btw
*n/n = nickname*
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
“Y/n come on get up we have to go” Matt shakes me awake.
“Mmm I don’t wanna” I mumble still half asleep.
“I’m sorry but you have to now come on get dressed or we’re gonna be late” He rips the covers off and opens the blinds.
“Matthewwww” I groan carrying out the w.
“I’ll see you downstairs ok?” Matt says.
“Whatever” I roll my eyes.
It’s not that I was trying to be mean to him it’s the fact that I’m getting my wisdom teeth taken out today and I’ve never been so scared. I’ve always had a fear of dentists, since I was a child. It just never went away. Everything in that room is scary. The needles, the tools that go in my mouth, the bright lights, the surgical looking chair, pretty much just everything.
“Y/n! Come on we’re gonna be late!” Matt yells.
“My god I’m coming Matt Jesus” I reply annoyed as I walk down the stairs.
“Good morning kid” Chris says from the couch.
“Morning” I reply quietly as I sit next to him.
“What’s wrong you ok?” He asks noticing my nerves.
“I’m scared” I mumble embarrassed.
“Hey it’s okay to be scared. We were all scared when we got our wisdom teeth out. Plus we’ll be with you the whole time so you’re not alone” Chris softly says as he wraps his arm around me and hugs me.
“You guys ready?” Nick asks.
“Yes” Chris says.
“No” I sigh.
“C’mon kid you’re gonna be okay I promise” Matt holds my hand pulling me down the stairs with him.
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It’s only been 15 minutes of the 35 minute car ride. But every minutes seems like an hour. My leg bounces up and down and I’m continuously picking at my fingers and chewing on my bottom lip.
“Stop that y/n” Nick says putting one hand on my knee to stop it from bouncing and his other hand holds mine to keep me from picking my fingers.
“Sorry m’just nervous” I say looking down.
“Trust me I was too but it really isn’t that bad it just feels like you took a really long nap and woke up with suddenly 4 teeth gone” Nick points out making me laugh a little.
“Will a be all woozy like you?” I ask him.
“Hopefully you’ll be worse so we can all get a good laugh” Chris comments.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
“Does what hurt?” Matt replies.
“The anesthesia” I say.
“Well that would beat the whole purpose of it” Nick chuckled.
“What?” I ask, oblivious to the fact of what anesthesia is since I’ve never had to be on it.
“Anesthesia is like numbing cream. It makes you fall asleep and not feel a single thing. All Doctors use it when preforming surgeries or in your case wisdom teeth removal” Matt explains.
“You sound like a nerd” I giggle.
“Well your dumbass didn’t know what anesthesia was so someone had to explain” Matt laughs.
“Will they give me my teeth back?” I question.
“No I think they throw them away” Chris answers.
“Do you think you could ask them to keep my teeth please?” I say to my brothers.
“We’ll see what we can do” Nick smiles.
The rest of the car ride is just my brothers doing all they can to keep me from remembering the fact that I’m about to get 4 teeth taken out of my mouth. They did a pretty good job the whole time until we were actually there.
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“I can’t do it” I say refusing to go in the elevator.
“C’mon n/n it’ll be okay I promise” Nick says smoothing my hair down.
“But what if something goes wrong? What if they take out the wrong teeth? Oh my god what if my gums bleed out? What if-” I ramble on my breathing starting to pick up and tears brimming at my eyes.
“Hey hey shh it’s ok. We’re right here. And we’re gonna be with you the whole time to make sure you’re safe. Nothing is gonna happen ok sweetheart?” Matt softly says as he bends down to my level and rubs my arms soothingly.
“Ok let’s go” I sigh getting into the elevator.
“Thank god I thought I was gonna have to carry you up there” Chris sarcastically says while wrapping his arms around me engulfing me in a comforting hug. I only hug him back in response unable to form words from my nerves.
I walk into the dental office hand in hand with both Chris and Nick and Matt leading the way. The sound of dental tools fills my ears immediately. The hallways just seem to get longer and longer. If there is a place that gives off creepy mental asylum vibes it’s most definitely the dentist.
“Hi you must be y/n right?” The doctor says.
“Mhm nice to meet you” I quietly say.
“I’m doctor Gabe I’ll be the one working on your teeth today” Dr. Gabe introduces himself stretching out a hand for me to shake which I nicely shake back.
“Follow me to your room and you can take a seat on the chair once we’re in there” Dr Gabe says as we follow him.
“See he’s nice n/n” Chris says pulling me closer.
“Was he good with Nick?” I question pointing to Nick who was now walking ahead with Matt.
“Yes he was really good, didn’t hurt him at all. You’re in good hands sis don’t worry” Chris smiles, my hand still not letting go of his.
“Chris?” I ask.
“Y/n?” He mimics my tone making me smile.
“Can you hold my hand the whole time?” I quietly ask as we still follow Dr Gabe.
“Of course I can kid” Chris replies, kissing the side of my head.
“Alright and y/n just in there feel free to take a seat. I’m just gonna run your vitals and we can get started with the IV and anesthesia sound good?” Dr Gabe explains as I sit on the big chair in the middle.
“Alright this is gonna go on your finger” He says putting the pulse oximeter on my finger. “And I have to put anesthesia as if it were an IV so it’s just gonna feel like a little pinch”
“Look this way n/n” Matt says gently pinching my chin to move my head away from the needle that was about to go in my arm.
“Is it gonna hurt?” I say looking at my brothers.
“It just feels like a little sting nothing you can’t handle I promise” Nick comments.
“Alright 3, 2, 1” Dr Gabe counts before putting the small needle into my arm.
I squeeze Chris’s hand and shut my eyes. I feel Matt rubbing my shoulder soothingly while whispering comforting words.
“You’re ok it’s gonna work soon and you’re gonna fall asleep” He says.
“I wanna see how long I can stay awake” I giggle.
“I tried that too” Nick laughs.
I start to feel a little woozy and tired but I fight it trying to stay awake.
“Tell’em to keep m’teeth” I giggle again slurring my words as the anesthesia starts to take over.
“Don’t worry we’ll tell them” Chris laughs.
“Ok we’re gonna test your memory alright? We’re gonna give you a password for you to remember” The dentist says.
“My memory s’great” I yawn.
“You tired n/n?” Matt smiles.
“Not one bit” I smile and then yawn again making everyone laugh.
“Alright are you ready for the password?” Dr Gabe says.
“You’re gonna give me a password?” I ask forgetting what he had said before.
“Yes y/n he just told you that” Nick laughs.
“No one told me that!” I argue and then yawning again.
“Ok y/n your password is ocean. Remember that ok? I’m gonna ask you what the password is when you wake up” Dr Gabe says.
“Ocean got it” I say giving a thumbs up.
“Good job y/n” Matt laughs.
“Count down from 10 y/n it will help you fall asleep” Dr Gabe tells me.
“10”
“9”
“7”
The 3 of my brothers burst out laughing but I just keep counting thinking it’s right.
“5”
“3”
“2” I yawn closing my eyes.
“Uno”
“She said it in Spanish” I faintly hear my brother’s dying of laughter. But by that point I’m too far gone to answer.
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“You guys are free to come in and stay with her until she wakes up and we’re gonna wait for the anesthesia to wear off so she can go home is that alright?” I hear the faint voice of Dr. Gabs say, but for some reason I feel so tired and numb that I can’t move.
“Yes perfect thank you sir” Nicks voice rings in my ears.
I start blinking slowly to open my eyes. The bright light above me causing them to sting. My mouth feels numb and there’s something in it but I can’t tell what it is.
“You have a good nap?” Matt chuckles.
“S’over?” I say not being able to speak because of whatever is in my mouth.
“Yes you’re done. Wasn’t so hard right?” Nick smiles.
“Let’s go then” I say trying to stand up.
“No no not yet just a few more minutes n/n” Chris laughs gently pushing back on the chair.
“W’ats in m’mouth I can’t speak” I say putting my fingers in mouth.
“It’s gauze y/n you need it because your gums are bleeding” Matt explains.
“My gums are bleeding?” I ask stunned.
“Yes n/n you just got your teeth taken out” Nick laughs.
“What! Nooo they’re probably so sad they’re gone” I pout.
“They’re resting in peace now” Chris starts laughing.
“In pieces” I sigh. Making them all laugh.
“Alright y/n we’re gonna test your memory alright?” Dr. Gabe says as he comes back into the room.
“M’ready” I give a thumbs up.
“What was the password I gave you earlier?” He says.
“There was a password?” I ask confused.
“Yes and you said your memory was really good” Matt smiles.
“It is good! You’re lying there was never a password this is a trick question” I argue.
“There was a password y/n” Dr. Gabe laughs.
“Well I don’t know!” I shrug.
“The password was ocean y/n. But I’ll give you a new one alright?” The dentist smiles.
“I will remember this time I swear!” I screech.
“Ok the new one is pineapple, remember ok?” He says.
“I will!” I smile as he walks out of the room.
“Get this fat thing off my finger” I say throwing the pulse oximeter off my finger.
“Y/n! No you’re meant to keep that on” Chris says.
“Finger not detected” The machine says.
“Oh shut the fuck up” I stick my tongue out at it.
“Tongue in your mouth y/n” Matt says as he puts the thing back on my finger.
“Chris?” I whisper.
“Yea?” He whispers back.
“Did you hold my hand the whole time?” I say.
“I did” He smiles and kisses the top of my head.
“Look at him being a good brother” Nick laughs.
Chris laughs plays with my hair and Matt sits at the edge of the long chair drawing shapes with his finger on my leg.
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“Alright she’s almost ready to go home so here’s a little goody bag it has everything she needs inside. Here are some syringes to help clean her gums and where her teeth used to be. Some gauze if she needs extra and some instructions on how to brush her teeth and other stuff” Dr Gabe explains as he comes back into the room.
“I can brush my own fucking teeth” I say crossing my arms.
“Y/n! Don’t curse!” Nick slaps my arm.
“Don’t slap an injured patient” I raise my middle finger at him.
“Y/n put it down” Matt says holding my hand so I can’t put it up.
“Alright y/n what was the password?” The dentist says.
“The password?” I say quietly.
“Yes what was it n/n?” Nick asks.
“Ummm wait let me think really hard” I say putting my hands on my head.
“Pineapple!” I scream.
“Shhh quiet down” Nick laughs putting his hand on my shoulder.
“Very good y/n you’re free to go home. We’ll go get your a wheelchair” He says as he takes off the iv and the pulse oximeter off and then leaves the room once again.
“I can walk on my damn own” I say trying to get up.
“No no you can’t just wait for the wheelchair” Matt says pushing my back down.
“But look I can!” I say getting up quickly but falling forward face planting on Matt chest.
“What did I tell you hm?” He says, wrapping his arms around me to keep me from falling.
“You’re braindead” Nick laughs.
“Says you” I stick my tongue out again.
“Put your bloody tongue back in your mouth” Nick laughs.
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I get wheeled out of the dental office and to the parking lot where my brothers help me into the car.
“Wait did they let me keep my teeth?” I ask.
“No they all got destroyed when they took them out” Nick says.
“Noooo what’s the tooth fairy gonna think about that?” I mumble making them laugh.
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“C’mon wake up we’re home” Chris shakes me awake.
“I’m awake” I say with my eyes still closed.
“C’mere” Chris says as he picks me up and carries me into the house and sets me down on the couch.
“It was kinda fun” I randomly say.
“What was?” Nick asks.
“Gettting my teeth taken out” I say.
“See it wasnt so Bad” Matt nudges me.
“Alright I have something for you n/n” Chris says reaching to his pocket to take something out.
“For me?” I ask.
“Yes now close your eyes and put your hand out” He says and I do just that.
“Open’em” He mumbles.
“Oh my god! My teeth! I thought you said they were destroyed” I smile.
“We asked them to keep them for you” Nick chuckles.
“Thank you thank you! Tooth fairy is gonna love these”
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Do you guys want more snaps with either of the triplets?? Or more texts? Lmk what y’all what in the requests pls 🙊🙏
#y/n#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo x reader#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo#dentist
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Will Zelda abolish the monarchy in your TotK rewrite?
HM
she will not turn to the camera and say "i am abolishing monarchy" (since that needs to be said these days ..) but in a way its kinda meant to be like .. the opposite of the canon totk messaging?
like, fictional monarchy in itself isnt like the root of all evil, its the ideology that goes with it? i like fictional monarchy stuff and other races got them too so i wouldnt say its a clear -this is bad- thing
i do want to turn the whole idea of "hyrules royalty and its ruling is always good and just and anyone against it is automatically labeled as evil" upside down .. or more like, let it go further, rauru in the rewrite is .. similar to the canon one, thats kinda the point, hes the good and just king that wants to unite all nations in peace and wants to get rid of any "evil" be it monsters or someone threatening his 'peace'
but then you think about it, his idea of 'peace' is very specific, not everyone might want to be under his control, not everyone might have joined willingly and just bc theres someone opposing him does not have to mean they are some evil demon, all this talk might have been deliberate manipulation of history, he says hes invited a nation to join under his rule? he makes it sound like it was a nice offering like bringing a piece of cake to a neighbour, but it could be anything, he has those magical nuclear power pebbles, multiple, even just having them has an effect on others, he can say he would only use them for good, but that can be a lie, and more importantly, you dont know what his idea of 'good' is
he can say he would never use it to hurt people, but what if he declares others to not BE people in his eyes
he wants to bring about a world of light with no shadow to be found, rebuild a glorious kingdom of the past, there will be no shadow to hide in, there will be no place he is not, as he is the light, the king of light, and he knows whats best for all in his eternal, holy kingdom of light
.. most of this isnt even non-canon, it just gets presented as he says it, a one note fact, and you are supposed to agree-
so really im just rewriting that part to be more overtly how it felt like to ME, and turnign the second half into opposing that bc hey, this might not be cool actually
im really jsut cranking raurus actions and ideals up just a tiny bit, and show more directly that its the behavoir of an imperialist king of all
so really its more like .. teaching her the lesson of how easy it is to fall into that line of thinking, how you need to consider .. maybe blindly following old traditions isnt always good, consider other perspectives, be careful bc she could have gone into that direction too (like she literally does in the canon totk end ..) and in a way she already has, but afterwards (in the rewrite) she can work against that, she could be rauru and has to decide and work against it
i know that isnt a clear answer, this whole idea is a little hmm to me bc TO ME canon totk already reads like that, and i want to work against it, bc in canon it goes unchallenged, and alot of people ... alot of people..., just go along with it seemingly not even beign able to see how its all suspicious-
in the end, i want it to be a careful but hopeful vibe of, zelda as a scientist, a historian, interested in alot of fields, being able to change something, a shift in perspective, like lady eboshi in princess monokoe saying at the end that they will start anew, now building good town- its not garanteed, zelda is still in a position of power, but she doesnt have to rebuild it like it was, people might still refer to her as princess and have high respect for her, but after being so deceived by rauru, being on the opposing side to almost the exact idea they once had, it has humbled them and can pave the way for a better future
ganondorfs spirit at the end moving on after finally being able to take out rauru, even if it meant to help out those hed see as being in the prime spot to become jsut like rauru, over the course of the second half all of them learning of each other, now more confident these younglings of a world thats long changed and not his anymore being able to build something better, and years after the ordeal theres news of a male gerudo having been born
(i know that idea goes agaisnt what made up his character for alot of the other games (though rewrite totk gan is still a different one from the old games), like his eternal problem of not being able to move on and refusing to die, and im sure theres lots of not the bestest thigns in my writing of it all too, but so far, its what i have been imagining, and unfortnately i am a sucker for those types of cliché endings-
it doesnt have to mean the next games would be going up against the gods or soemthing, though i do like that, but i felt like its a nice end for botws world, and much less uncomfortable than the canon totk end, theres no refounding of the kingdom, no swears of fealty, just young people working to rebuild the world into something better after it was almost wiped out, the kingdom already fell in botw, and the world kept on turning, i see no reason why it shouldnt be able to keep doing it)
#ganondoodles answers#zelda#ganondoodles rewrites totk#i am so good at giving clear answers to simple questions you guys
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Jared is the most loving, caring person!
I've read it a thousand times online, but experiencing it in person puts it on anoher level!
Jared's schedule on Purcon 8 was merciless! (In fact, the whole schedule of Purcon was the one thing I have to criticise regarding this convention. Maybe I'll make another post about this.) For example on Sunday Jared had 15 Minutes of double photo (with Mark), then the J2 panel (30 Minutes) then M&G (30 Minutes) then photos 2,5 hours of photos (which run late, so it was close to three hours in the end), then a single panel (30 Minutes) without a single break. (There would have been a 20 minute break after the 2,5 hours of photos, but again, they were late.) Then he had half an hour break, before autos were from 16.25 to 18.25!
I don't know about US conventions, but at JiB there are more little breaks, and the photos, autos, etc. are in smaller patches. Like, 1 hour photos in the morning, then an hour of autos, then a panel, then photos again.
I don't think I could stand in a photo room and smile for 3 hours straight and give every fan the time of the day and a beautiful photo!
But Jared did! (And so did Jensen, btw.! Neither of them ever showing how tired they were. Or at least trying to hide it the best they could.)
So, @takikojou and I took our Jared photos on sunday. We were in line last, since we had the cheapest entrance tickets, which means Jared had taken pictures for nearly 2,5 hours. When we were in the photo room, we could clearly see how exhausted he was. Between pictures, his eyes drooped. Yet, he gave EVERY. SINGLE. FAN. his full attention. He made those 10 seconds special for everyone of nearly 2000 fans! One girl wanted to do a handholding pose with him and he squatted down (as he always does), but she asked him to stand tall please, which he did. And the whole room laughed. (This kind of good natured laugh.) So did Jared. He picked up the energy and still had fun. Then a man came and asked him to do the WOW fingers. Jared clearly loved that, they made a bit of fun about it. Jared clapped the fan on the back in parting and said "Loved that pose!". @takikojou had an amazing op, but that's her story to tell.
Then it was my turn. I wanted to do a drinking pose. He listened attentively (For some reason we were not allowed to show pictures on the phone of what we wanted, because they said it would take more time? I think it takes more time to explain, but oh well.) Then he did the pose and looked me dead in the eye. For my second photo I asked him to choose the pose. He said "I'll stand behind you", then turned me around and held me withe both arms around my shoulders. And then he pressed with so much strengh, held me sooooooooo tight! I grin like a lunatic on the pic, but who can blame me? I then turned halfway around to say "Thank you", before walking away, and he stroked my arm and said "Thank you, darling!"
The pictures turned out wonderful. And all of that after 2,5 hours of nonstop pictures! Not a single photo he took shows how tired he was!
He came on stage right after photos for his panel and was like "I'm gonna sit, I need that now", falling into the chair right away. Yet, he continued to give us an awesome panel. Seriously, my brain would have been mush by now, yet he gave clever, insightful answers as always and put his full energy into that panel.
We don't deserve that man!
All that goes for Jensen too, btw! But he had a much better schedule with little breaks and rather an hour photos, then something else, then photos again. Which is why I was especially blown away by Jaredˋs dedication. But that doesn't change the fact, that Jensen, too, gives every fan his full attention and makes the most of those 10 seconds and of the panels and everything. They are both amazing like that!
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Can we talk about the fact that Severus Snape left everyone, both the characters and the readers, like this: 🤡🤡
I mean, no one knew wtf was going on with him. One moment u think he's bad, the next u think he's good. And then u think he's the villain again. But then he gives his memories to Harry and we all realize that he was the fucking hero all along.
In hp1, we think it's Snape who was trying to steal the philosopher's stone, or who tried to knock Harry off his broom. But then comes the end, and we find out that he stopped Harry from falling (saved his life) and was protecting the stone...🤡
We still hated him in hp 2 and 3...
In hp4 Harry suspects that Snape had the Dark Mark, and ends up discovering that he did. There's even the scene that Harry sees: Igor Karkaroff accuses Snape in court in front of the Wizengamot, saying he was a Death Eater, and we're all like😯😃 (finally know the truth!!). But then Dumbledore defends him😐🧍🏻♀️, and no one, not Karkaroff, not Harry, not us readers, understand anything. We don't know whether to trust him or not. So, again...🤡
In hp5 everything is confusing with him. We don't know if he wants to help Harry (occlumency lessons) or not. He calls Voldemort "Dark Lord" (only Death Eaters do), we see his worst memory, which, again, leaves us bewildered and not knowing what the hell to think of him now. Harry himself doubts that his father was a good person, even wondering if James didn't force Lily to marry him, and empathizes with Snape. Then the whole thing with the prophecies, and Harry trying to warn Snape about Sirius and his supposed kidnapping. The Order arrives to save Harry and his friends, which suggests that Snape warned them.
But along comes hp and the Half-Blood Prince, Snape appears to be helping Draco Malfoy with what the Lord entrusted him with —The scene where Bellatrix accuses him, tells him that she doesn't trust him, and then she is surprised:
In the books:
[...]Do you really think that the Dark Lord has not asked me each and every one of those questions? And do you really think that, had I not been able to give satisfactory answers, I would be sitting here talking to you?”
She hesitated. “I know he believes you, but…”
“You think he is mistaken? Or that I have somehow hoodwinked him? Fooled the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard, the most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen?”
[...]
“And through all this we are supposed to believe Dumbledore has never suspected you?” asked Bellatrix. “He has no idea of your true allegiance, he trusts you implicitly still?”
“I have played my part well,” said Snape.
In the movies:
The line where he says “Dumbledore is a great wizard”, Snape is actually being smug and subtly saying he’s such a good actor (I mean, come on, the man deserves a fucking Oscar), he’s managed to deceive Voldemort so well that he has revealed his grand plan to him. He practically seems to be laughing at the double meaning of his own words, mocking and lying to the black sister's faces like the fucking boss he is. The way he's literally drinking a glass of wine while laughing at the Dark Lord. The whole scene is just excellent.
So at the end of hp6, Snape reveals to us that he was the half-blood prince for whom the fucking book is named, ends up murdering none other than ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, and we all learn that all this time his true loyalties were with the dark side...🤡
Oh no, wait! Hp7 arrives, Voldemort kills Snape :0 (Yes!), gives his memories to Harry, and Harry sees his memories and... (NOO😦😨😰😭💔💀). We found out he wasn't the bad guy. That, in fact, he was IN LOVE WITH HARRY'S MOM —"always" still hurts :')— That all this time he was our ally...🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡
He practically played with all of us, with LORD VOLDEMORT, the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix, Harry... well, WITH EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WIZARDING WORLD. And he did it as if he were:
Harry fucking Potter named one of his sons after him, which must have made a lot of people roll in their graves (James and Sirius out of anger, Snape out of laughter).
This mf literally woke up one day and said: "okay, here begins my reputation era bitches.😎 Let's leave a few of them looking like🤡🤡"
PD: Sorry if something is written wrong, english is not my language.
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the officialized Dadstarion request:
I was thinking that Astarion is trying to teach his moody pre-teen dhampir how to fight and she’s not having a good time, because why would someone as strong as her bother with mortal weapons, let alone some knives. But Astarion is pretty set on teaching her how to defend herself in a way that has her rely on skills other than her inherent dhampir powers.
There’s definitely a clash of opinions but both slowly get where the other is coming from—Astarion who was weak and had to learn how to be strong; his kid—born strong having to come to terms with the fact that strength isn’t everything
Thank you, hehe ✨
Ooof, I finally made it! Hope you will enjoy the story about how to train your dhampir!
If you wonder who is Nris and how he ended up in the Ancunins' basement, you can read The Dead, the Half-Dead and the Undead (but you don't have to).
Synopsis: Astarion teaches Alethaine how to fight
Tags: dadstarion, dhampirs, necromancy, father-daughter relationship, Tiriel is being a bitch, slice of life
Alethaine's age: 11
Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!
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Alethaine drops her bag on an empty chair and yawns, showing her dhampir fangs (and causing a tiny human child next to her to flinch).
The teacher, an elderly tiefling with a broken tail, explains the town’s kids things so basic that the dhampir already knew them when she was four.
Unfortunately, there is only one person in the whole Daggerlake who has decided to teach the local kids at least something, and once a week, a bunch of children aged eight to fourteen gather in a small hut to listen to the tiefling bragging about the “good old days” and also learn some basics of math and Infernal.
“What are you doing here?” a dwarven girl, Rutha, whispers. “I thought your dad locked someone in the basement to teach you...magic stuff!”
“Nris knows no shit!” Alethaine answers. “All he teaches me is how to draw stupid runes and sigils and he can’t even raise a dead dog from the dead!” She stumbles. “Wait! How do you know dad locked someone in the basement?!”
“Everyone in town knows Astarion kidnapped a dark wizard,” Rutha shrugs. “He’s been there for how long? Does your dad feed on him?”
Alethaine bites her lower lip. It was supposed to be a secret along with her necromantic abilities. A year ago she accidentally revived a dead kitten. As if the gods had decided that elf-dhampir wasn't enough and also gave Alethaine an innate talent for necromancy.
Sorceress.
That’s what Alethaine Ancunin is.
Her dad, Astarion, faced and solved this problem in his own manner: he brought his daughter a teacher. Nris, a poor necromancer whose soul had been sold to the devils. Astarion broke the necromancer’s pact but made him sign another. Nris was supposed to teach Alethaine necromancy while hiding in the basement of the Ancunin’s house as long as his service was needed.
“No, he just lives there. And he is a useless piece of shit!” Alethaine says in her normal voice as the human boys who sit in the front row start arguing with the teacher calling him a demon.
“Why is that necromancer still there?” Rutha exclaims.
“I AM TIRED OF YOU LITTLE FUCKER!” the teacher yells and drags one of the boys to the board.
“Because of my mum!” Alethaine answers. “Dad wanted to get rid of Nris in a week. And you know what happened? Mum went down to the basement, looked at the necromancer, and yelled that he owed her money!”
“How so?”
“OH, YOU WANNA A FIST FIGHT?!” The tiefling roars at the ten-year-old. “YOU WILL GET A FIST FIGHT!”
Alethaine got closer to Rutha.
“When mum was twenty, he gave her a quest to retrieve some magic item from some ogres. She did find it, but the ogres broke her hand in two places. When she came back, Nris refused to pay and Mum had to stay in a temple till she fully recovered. So, Dad calculated the interest since it’s been almost fifty years ago and also the moral damage – and now Nris is staying till he pays back by teaching me!”
A wooden chair flies over the girls’ heads and smashes against the wall.
“YOU MOTHERF –” the teacher suddenly remembers he is in the room full of children and switches to Infernal. The insults pour down on them and Alethaine takes a piece of paper to write down at least a few words. Who knows, maybe she will need to make a devil cry one day?
“Slow down!” Alethaine yells back. “I am taking notes!”
Someone in the classroom joins the screaming match and Alethaine’s head starts aching. Acute hearing causes more trouble than common people think.
… When Alethaine leaves school (if one can call it that), it’s still afternoon. Usually, the dhampir helps the healer with the herbs – the halfling doesn’t see in the dark of the underground tunnels and can’t walk up the walls, so Alethaine has been helping her since she was five. Kelma pays her and the dhampir often has some money to spend on herself, especially when traveling sellers visit Daggerlake or her parents take her to Secomber, a bigger city fifty miles to the West.
Alethaine takes the stone stairs and walks to the underground part of the town. The dhampir has no idea why Kelma prefers to live there without dark vision, but it seems like she is perfectly fine in the shadows.
“Oh, you are early today,” Kelma says, seeing Alethaine entering the yard.
“The teacher fought the smith’s daughter.”
“Ah, he’s drunk his own brains with fire whiskey. I have no work today, Aletha, take a day off.”
“Don’t you need anything?”
“Do you want to help me clean the hut? I can give you the rugs to mop the ceiling,” the healer chuckles.
“Nope.”
“I thought so. You know, Alethaine, you were always a bit lazy. Tiriel would come to me asking if it was normal for an elf to sleep as much like you did.”
“Kelma—” Alethaine groans.
“Oh, and I remember you absolutely refused to walk when you already could. Why bother walking if mum and dad carried you around? They have been spoiling you rotten, especially Astarion!” Kelma laughs.
“You know Kelma… I will busy myself with something!”
“Good, Alethaine. Tomorrow, I will need your help to carry sacks around.”
“The teacher wants to give us a test in math tomorrow.”
“Do you care?”
“No.”
“Then I expect to see you at noon,” the halfling takes her pipe out and smokes.
Alethaine closes the fence. She doesn’t want to go home – Tiriel will try to force her to learn magic from Nris. And not because she really thinks he can teach her anything, but because she wants compensation for what the necromancer did to her fifty years ago. To her daughter, Tiriel has never come across as vindictive;now Alethaine thinks her mother will rip the throat of anyone refusing to pay for her services in battle.
So, the dhampir goes further into the underground tunnels.
This part of the town is completely prohibited for the town's kids, but Alethaine has been going there since she was little. The tunnels are a part of some ancient temple that disappeared into oblivion millennia ago. They spread further and further under the ground, nearly reaching the Underdark.
And the whole place is deliciously creepy.
Alethaine jumps on what looks like a part of the wall, spreads her arms as if she needs to keep her balance and walks forward.
The sounds of the town fade as the girl explores the dark place.
Alethaine Ancunin sees the world in shades of gray. She senses the presence of creatures full of warm blood and skeletons buried beneath the stones.
Skulls can tell a lot if one knows how to make them talk…
Someone grabs Alethaine from up above. She smells fresh blood and senses the familiar embrace.
“Dad! Let me go!” She laughs as Astarion holds her a few feet above the wall.
“Hm? Should I?” he chuckles. His shirt is blood-stained and his skin is unnaturally warm.
“Yes! Dad, let me go!” Aletaine insists and he immediately puts her back.
Then, Astarion jumps on the wall and now they stand in front of each other. Alethaine smiles and hugs him.
“I thought you didn't want me to hold you?” he mocks her, patting her back.
“I don’t like being held upside down!”
“It’s actually ridiculous because it’s natural to walk like that” he sits at the edge of the wall. Alethaine joins him. It’s about twenty feet to the solid ground and it would concern Alethaine if a fall could do any harm to her.
Well, it still can. When Alethaine was eight she had a nasty fall into a crevice and broke her leg. She crawled back using her spider climb and then went straight home. It took her longer with a broken leg and she ugly cried because there was no one around. By the time she arrived home, her leg had already healed thanks to her regenerative abilities, but it didn’t mean the whole experience was less horrifying for the little dhampir.
Alethaine remembers entering the house, all dirty, with a blood-stained dress, without one boot, hair dirty and messy, limping (because the leg hurt as hell) while her parents were talking in the kitchen. Now that she is eleven, she suspects she witnessed Astarion drinking Tiriel’s blood.
She knows her father dines on her mother’s blood. She also knows that it involves adult things she isn’t supposed to see.
“How was school?” Astarion asks, taking his daughter’s hand. Alethaine’s skin is as pale as his.
“I learned how to swear in Infernal.”
“A rather practical skill!” he laughs. “I had a fight with a behir. Rather horrible beasts. And their blood tastes… weird”
“Do you drink any blood?” she suddenly asks. “Like, will any living creature do?”
“Blood is blood,” Astarion shrugs. “I can feed on fleas and worms as long they are alive.”
“Ew! Gross!” Alethaine cringes and her father smiles. There is something bitter about it, but Alethaine doesn’t know why.
“...your mother's blood tastes different from that of any...,” he sighs dreamily and Alethaine covers her pointy ears.
They sit in silence for a while.
“You need to be careful,” he says. “There are many dangers in the tunnels and also in the woods.”
“I can deal with danger! I am a dhampir!” She bares her fangs and then takes a boulder that weighs almost as much as hers and tosses it into the air like a rubber ball. “I can rip their throats and break their bones. And I also know dark spells!”
“Alethaine, you are eleven. You aren’t invincible. I want you to be careful.”
“What for? I can fight an ogre if I need to! I am a Dhampir and a necromancer, I already know more than this filthy man you locked in the basement!”
Astarion’s face gets a serious expression.
“You know more than him, princess, because he is a wizard and you are a sorcerer. He taught himself all the things you were born with. But it doesn't seem like you know how to use these skills.”
“I will be fine!”
“All right then,” Astarion chuckles.
Aethaine turns around and suddenly a cold grip closes on her throat. Astarion’s eyes glow red.
“Dad…”
And then he jumps from the wall dragging her with him. In a heartbeat Alethaine finds herself restrained on the stones with her father’s knees on her ribcage and his dagger against her neck.
“So, where is your strength and where is the necromancy?” he asks softly. “If I were an enemy, you would be already dead.”
Alethaine pushes Astarion and he lets her go. The anger awakes something feral in the dhampir, the predatory side that screams “kill the vampire,” and she jumps on Astarion.
KILL THE VAMPIRE.
Only to be thrown away.
Astarion moves gracefully, holding daggers in his hands.
“Cast a spell.”
“But—”
“Cast at least something, princess, since you are so proud of your abilities!”
Alethaine raises her hand. For a brief second, her fingertips prickle, and a green ray strikes Astarion.
And nothing happens even though Alethaine is sure he has been hit.
“What do the drunkard at school and the moron in the basement even teach you…” Astarion mutters. Now, he looks just disappointed. “I am undead. I am immune to necrotic damage!”
“Fuck,” Alethaine says.
“Fuck indeed. Did I hurt you?”
“No, I am fine.”
Astarion kneels in front of her. “Princess, you are not invincible. Many things will want to hurt you. And if you don't know how to protect yourself, you will die. And you’d better pray you just die in the blink of an eye not feeling anything. Because there are things worse than death. Being trapped by a hag. Being a slave in the Underdark. Getting your memories and personality erased. Turning into a disgusting monster. You can’t turn into a vampire, that’s for sure, but dhampirs are our worst enemies. Your mother and I released seven thousand bloodsuckers into the Underdark and who knows how many vampires are there now. And if they learnt you exist, young and innocent, they will want you dead before you become a menace.”
Astarion hands her a dagger.
“You need to learn how to fight.”
**
Alethaine is tired, dirty, and angry.
Every time she thinks she understands how to use daggers in a fight, she somehow ends up on the ground over and over again.
Or against the wall.
Or with a blade against her throat.
Or face down with her father pressing a knee on her back.
And over and over again she is forced to stand and try again.
Her bones have been broken at least thrice. One time she even lost consciousness after Astarion pushed against a boulder. She woke up in a second and tried to bite her dad but instead ended up in a pool of dirt once again.
“You are dhampir!” he encourages her. “You are stronger than I am! You don’t have my weaknesses! You can take me in a fight!”
“Who said that,” Alethaine sniffs and tries once again.
And again.
And again.
“I am tired,” she pouts. “And hungry. We can try again later!”
Astarion looks at her and nods.
The moment he turns around, Alethaine snatches the dagger and stabs his hip forcing Astarion to fall down with a short cry.
She pulls the blood-stained dagger and jumps on him, pointing the weapons at his face.
Astarion stares at her in shock and then starts laughing.
“You did it! Gods, Alethaine, you did!” He sits up and hugs her. “My ferocious little princess, you took me down!”
Alethaine looks at his hip which has already stopped bleeding.
“It was fun,” Alethaine admits as they return home.
“I suppose you enjoyed the part when you threatened to cut my perfect face?”
“It was fun to fight. I want to know more about fencing!”
“I will teach you, don’t worry. You will challenge evil vampire lords to duels and end their pathetic lives!”
Alethaine smiles holding her father’s hand.
“I will tell Nris you are tired,” he says when they approach home.
“Dad… about that… Could you please send him away?”
“Your mother wants him to stay.”
“And I don’t! The whole point was for him to teach me, not Mum to get her revenge!”
“All right, I will talk to her,'' Astarion promises. “Now go and clean yourself before eating.”
Alethaine spends an hour in the bath washing off the dirt and sweat. She hears her parents talking but can’t decipher their words.
When she finally returns to the kitchen, Tiriel hands out a plate with dinner in front of her.
“Kitten, so you really don’t learn anything from Nris?” the red-headed warrior asks.
“The drunk tiefling at school teaches me more!”
“Great. I am tired of having a stranger in the house. Besides, we need the basement for something else!” she suspiciously winks to Astarion and the vampires grins.
Alethaine pretends she didn’t hear that.
Tiriel goes downstairs. Something slams against the wall.
“Wake up, moron!” Tiriel yells.
“What now?” Nris grunts as the barbarian drags him upstairs. “Oh, hello creatures of the night. You’ve decided to eat me and end my sufferings?”
Tiriel pushes him to the table. The necromancer looks pathetic – he wears rags, reeks of cheap ale, and the symbol of Thay on his chest is covered with the remains of his last dinner.
“You know, I really needed those ten gold back,” Tiriel grabs his short hair as if she wanted to slam his face against the table. “I was twenty, I was all alone, no soul to care about me and the only thing I wanted was to do my job and get a fucking reward!”
“Mum, I am still a minor!” Alethane protests.
“Kitten, I am well aware of your skills in insulting others!” Tiriel returns back to Nris. “So, imagine me crawling back from that disgusting cave with my hand broken in two, bleeding and tired, only for you, Nris, to take the item and cast me out like a cat on the streets!”
“I am sorry! Tiriel, I’ve already apologized! Astarion, tell her!”
“Nris, there are only two people in this world I care about and neither likes you,” Astarion keeps sharpening his dagger.
“You apologized only because you realized your well-being depended on me, a once poor stupid girl who couldn’t read! Fuck off, I don’t want to ever see you again.”
Nris stares at her with horror. “You let me go? Just like this?”
“Well, not exactly,” Tiriel takes his right hand and breaks the bone with a disgusting cracking sound.
“YOU BITCH!!” the necromancer cries out. “FUCK!”
Tiriel grabs Nris’s collar and drags him all the way to the front door to throw him out like a drunk client in a tavern.
Alethaine looks at Astarion.
“And mum is supposed to be the normal one?” she says.
“Your mum allowed a vampire to bite her, what are you even talking about…”
Tiriel walks back and sits at the table, taking her portion of the food.
“And now you two tell me why you look worse than I did after working for that piece of shit!”
**
Astarion goes downstairs to the basement. The place reeks of the necromancer even though he has left.
“We need to burn everything down,” Tiriel says, looking around.
“Darling, I am not ready to move anywhere, especially after an arson,” he hugs her and teases her left ear. “But now, the basement is all ours!”
“I actually got tired of wishing for Alethaine to go for a walk every time we want to have sex. Do you remember how easy it was before? Whenever and wherever we wanted!”
“Acute dhampir hearing be damned,” Astarion sticks his hand inside Tiriel’s waistband. “But she can’t hear us from down here; is your desire for justice satisfied?”
“Oh, absolutely! But you’ve made a pact with him, haven't you?”
“I did. So, if Alethaine needs him for something he can’t say no because otherwise his former masters will come for him. He really did need to pay you back then!” His left hand traces along her curves.
“I was hurt and lonely,” she pouts. “It was a cold autumn, and I had to sleep on the floor of the temple of Tyr. I imagined someone hugging me to fall asleep.”
“Hm? Was it an elf with short silver hair?” he chuckles.
“I imagined him with long hair like your people usually have,” Tiriel sticks her neck out, inviting him for a bite.
Astarion pierces the skin and Tiriel’s blood gushes down his throat.
Her blood is unique, no other sentient being can compare. Even small droplets of it satiate him, make his heart beat, and warm his skin.
He lets her go before pushing her on the floor.
“I love you,” Astarion says, getting rid of her clothes as she unlaces his trousers.
“I love you, too,” Tiriel answers, tugging him as close as possible.
--
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the new hire | steve raglan x female reader
rating | explicit
part 6/?
words | 3.5k
cw | dom/sub, phone sex
ao3 link
You’re not in your own bed.
It takes you a moment to realize that you are, in fact, in Steve Raglan’s, with his arm snug around your middle. Your fingers lightly stroke that limb as you become more alert, blinking against the sunlight peeking around the curtains covering the window.
“Too early to get up. Day off.” The older man’s voice mumbles drowsily near your neck. His grip on you tightens.
“Steve, I have to…I have to pee,” you hiss, embarassed.
A heavy sigh. “Fine. Come right back.” He doesn’t sound quite as sleepy now. He releases the prison of his arm and you scamper from beneath the comforter and top sheet, dashing for the bathroom. When you return, you find he’s turned onto his back, the bed covers tucked beneath his arms. Scarred arms, you notice. So there are more. Your earlier suspicions were correct after all.
You don’t let your eyes linger, climbing back into bed. Raglan hisses when your hands make contact with his skin.
“Did you use cold water to wash your hands? Heathen,” he chides softly.
“You said to be quick.”
He grunts, assenting. You slip your arm around his waist and snuggle against his chest.
“I had a thought. I know I’m not supposed to touch the controls for the cameras. But what if I took a regular picture of the screens the next time I saw the rabbit?”
The arm draped around you tightens until it’s something bordering painful. “No photography inside Freddy’s.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s prohibited.”
“By who?”
“Whom,” he corrects, and you recognize his customary snark creeping through. You should have known this abrupt pattern of kindness wouldn’t last. “The owner.” He finally answers your question.
“How do you know?”
“You’re being very rude. Last night and now this morning, too. I know everything there is to know about Freddy’s. Now go back to sleep.”
You want to ask how he, a social worker, has come to be so intimately connected with the closed restaurant. You wonder again why it had closed its doors in the first place.
“Close your eyes.” The overly firm grip relaxes slightly.
“How do you know they’re not closed?”
“I know,” he says. “Now be a good girl and go back to sleep.”
“Steve,” you say softly.
His chest rises and falls against your cheek in a deep sigh. “What?”
“The scars.”
“What about them?”
“I don’t mind them. You don’t have to hide them from me.”
“I wasn’t aware I needed your permission. They’re not your concern. Now, final warning. Sleep.”
What would he do if you disobeyed? Would you be spanked again? Something else?
He’s got you half naked in his bed. He could do anything to you. And no one would ever know.
It’s your final thought before you close your eyes, waiting to be swallowed into the abyss of slumber once more.
***
In the dream, you’re back at Freddy’s.
You’re still wearing Steve’s borrowed shirt and your panties and that is all. Seated on the office chair. Barefoot. The floor is cold.
He’ll be upset you’re not in your uniform. That’s your first concern. Not that you’re back inside that hated pizzeria. Vulnerable and helpless.
The rabbit appears on one of the monitors.
You want to shout it out loud. See?! I told you it’s real. And you won’t let me take a picture to prove I’m not lying. Or the owner won’t grant permission. You pause at this thought. There’s a connection there. Something obvious, right in front of you, that you’re missing.
But you’re a good girl, right? You want to behave for him. For Daddy.
The battered animatronic is moving around a lot tonight. You realize he’s not simply watching or rummaging. He’s moving with intent and purpose. Closer to the direction of the security office.
The door is open. You’d promised you’d leave it that way from now on.
How would Raglan know if you closed it right now?
You stand up. You can hear the heavy tred of the mascot in the hallway outside. You’re already going to be in trouble for being out of uniform. What was one more log on the fire at this point?
You begin to swing the door shut. Too late. A hand interrupts your progress. Metallic, the paint chipped. Devoid of the synthetic fur covering the rest of the exterior.
You can’t force the office door shut. The rabbit is too strong. You take a step back. There is nothing to protect you. You’ve established this already. You’re trapped in the room. Now the rabbit is in the room with you. You’ve never seen it this clearly, this close, with the lights on. There’s an intelligence there. The way it moves. Subtle gestures and nuances as its head tips to regard you, the frayed wires on the torn ear moving slightly. Almost thoughtful looking. It had been yellow before, you decide. Not green. That moth eaten bowtie was once purple. The silver eyes glow menacingly.
“I know you saved me the other night. Thank you.”
The rabbit’s advancement freezes. You hear its breathing. You can almost catch of glimpse of something inside of the rabbit’s mouth, through the gaps in the terrible spread of teeth fixed in a permanent grin that is not friendly nor reassuring. It reminds you of a skull. Those dead eyes like empty sockets.
“Im just here to watch the place. Okay? I’m trying to keep it safe. I don’t want to wreck or steal anything. I was hired by the owner. By the man who knows the owner,” you correct, not realizing you’d had it right the first time. “Steve Raglan? You know him? Middle aged guy. Salt and pepper hair. Glasses. Tall as fuck. Really bad attitude,” you conclude. Why are you trying to reason with this thing?
The steel hand reaches out. Faster than you’d thought would be possible. Closing over one shoulder and shoving you back against the wall. You can tell, as strong as that grip is, that the rabbit is holding back. It hasn’t even begun to show you what it can do. The terrible power that lingers on in that ravaged mechanical figure.
You glance at the phone sitting on the desk. You should have called Steve. Why hadn’t you called?
The arm raises again and you flinch, bracing yourself. Instead it moves upward, the fingers curling around the jaw of the headpiece. Lifting. About to show you what is underneath. Inside.
“Wake up. It’s almost noon.”
Your eyes fly open. You’re still in the career counselor’s bed. The room is full of sunlight, the drapes pulled back. You’re lying on your stomach, somewhere in the middle of the mattress.
“Let’s go. I have things to do, remember?”
You push yourself up, dragging your legs over the side of the bed. The man was already dressed. Long sleeve shirt, twill slacks, glasses back on. He was currently occupied with fastening the leather wristband of his watch.
You automatically reach to assist him. He shoots you a look that is somewhere between disapproval and reluctant gratitude but he relents, allowing you to help. “Not that one. Too slack. One over. You see where it’s creased? There.” Of course he has to micromanage even a small task like this. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Brush your teeth if you want and use the bathroom.”
“No shower?” You’d meant it in a teasing manner but he takes it seriously.
“No.”
“And you’ll leave the money on the dresser, right?” You mutter, standing and padding over to the bathroom.
“Don’t be crude.”
You pause in the doorway. “I’m not the one bringing home helpless young women in the middle of the night and making them sleep in my bed.” You’ve barely begun to wet your toothbrush when he shoves the cracked door fully open, glaring at you in the mirror.
“I could have let you go home like that. Made you finish your shift. Or even had you spend the night at the police station, giving a statement. Would that have been preferable?”
You pause midway through squeezing the toothpaste tube. You’d forgotten his request to start from the end. Another strike against you. “No,” you say sullenly.
“I had to go to bat for you. Defend you. Saved you from having another mark on your record. How would it look if the authorities decided you were allied with the intruder?”
Your mouth gapes in surprise. “They wouldn’t think that.”
“They might. You can’t be certain. There’s no evidence contradicting that theory.”
“So I’m supposed to be grateful, is that it?” You’ve completely forgotten about brushing your teeth now.
“You’ll want to watch your tone. It’s bordering on disrespectful and ungrateful, and I won’t tolerate either. Not in my office, not at the restaurant, and certainly not in my own home.” Raglan’s beginning to get that wild look again. Breathing heavily. Eyes flashing. You’re suddenly wishing you hadn’t been quite so flippant. What has gotten into you all of a sudden? “And you are supposed to be grateful. You were willing to do anything, remember? That’s what you said to me during your interview. Practically begging.”
You turn to face the older man, your buttocks dragging against the edge of the counter. “Well, we both know how much you like that.”
You don’t know who’s more surprised. You’d never dared talk back to your father. The one time you had, you’d learned your lesson quickly.
“Maybe,” Steve begins, his voice suddenly dangerously quiet, “you’re frustrated. Because you thought you knew exactly how this was going to play out. Disappointed that you spent the night in my bed and I didn’t fuck you into the mattress. Does that sound about right?” He leans against you, hands braced on either side of you. Trapped again.
“Why did you even bother bringing me here?”
“Because I can. I can do whatever I want. The sooner you realize that, the better. Now finish getting ready. No more back talk. I’m not going to be so nice next time.”
You want to laugh at that but you bite the inside of your cheek. You think he means it. You hate how good it feels to be so close to him, hate your body for responding like it does. You did want him to fuck you into the mattress. You are frustrated and disappointed. Confused. Hurt.
He moves away and closes the door behind him. You hastily scrub your teeth and use the toilet. Your clothes have been folded and laid neatly on the laundry hamper’s lid. You put Steve’s shirt inside it when you’ve finished dressing.
The social worker doesn’t speak to you on the ride back to Freddy’s. You wonder what you’re supposed to do now. Just pretend like the break in never happened? What about repairs? The phone? What are you going to do the next time it happens?
What about the rabbit?
You think about the dream you’d had earlier. About what it might signify. Maybe just random fancy. Your brain creating a relaxing little science fiction/horror feature.
You wonder what is breathing inside that rotting mascot.
Steve lives close to Freddy’s. Closer than you do. It takes barely any time to return to the lot. Your car seems intact. You know it’s no prize, but it was the only means of transportation you had, unless you started using public services. Either that or you’d have to ask the man seated next to you for a ride. You inwardly shiver at the thought of that. You’re at his mercy enough as it is.
“We’ll talk on Monday before your shift. Make sure you answer the phone.”
You want so badly to make a comeback about how he should have answered the phone last night. But you don’t dare utter the retort. Besides, what could you have really expected him to do, aside from calling the police? Which you should just be doing anyway. Cutting out the middle man. None of this made any sense.
“Did you hear me? Or are you too busy daydreaming?” Raglan turns to face you.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll answer,” you reply hastily.
“Good. Now get out. I have things to do.”
“I could help.” You don’t know why you volunteer. Pathetic, really. So eager. So desperate. Even you can hear it in your tone. Still hoping for…what? Some romantic kiss? A gentle touch? More cuddling like you'd enjoyed earlier?
He’s fucking with you. He’s fucking with you, and you’re eating it up with a goddamn spoon.
Case in point, his lips twitch faintly with amusement. “Not this time.”
You put your hand on the door handle and tug. Nothing. You’ve forgotten to unlock it first. Steve leans over. You touch his cheek, brushing facial hair. He flinches, surprised. His face turns towards yours. “If I give you what you want, you’re going to owe me later. You haven’t earned this. Not by a long shot, not after the way you’ve been behaving. Are you sure this is really what you want?”
You swallow thickly, nodding.
He kisses you, and it is everything and nothing like what you’ve previously experienced, somewhere in between the first frenzied presses he’d ever gifted and the last one so gently bestowed. Hard and soft, rough and smooth. His tongue wrestles yours and you moan and let your fingers sink into the hair at the nape of his neck. He smells good. He feels good. It makes you ache even more. His hand drops to your thigh. You squirm, trying to maneuver it where you need it. Just one touch directly on your nether parts and you’d probably go off.
Too soon, it ends. He’s positioned back behind the wheel. Lips still slick with saliva. Yours. His. He looks so calm, but you know better. You’d felt his racing heart. Can see the rapid rise and fall of his shoulders. He’s breathing through his nose but it’s loud, strained. Familiar. Something about that sound. What was it?
“Don’t forget about Monday.” Staring through the windshield. His hand resting on the padded center console. You reach for it. A soft strangled sort of noise now. He’s watching you. Letting you slot fingers together. Then he tugs them free gently and places them on the steering wheel. But there had been a moment there. Like you’d enjoyed earlier. Being in his arms.
You exit the car.
***
Monday afternoon. Almost five ’o clock. This is when Steve Raglan calls you.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.” There is no cheerful greeting today. The facade has been dropped.
“Hi.”
“The phone lines have been restored. The vent the intruder went through has been reinforced. The broken glass is gone, but you should still be careful walking just in case. There’s no change to the procedure. You call me if something happens. Security room door stays open.”
“Okay.” You imagine the older man sitting behind his desk. Toying with a paperclip lifted from some other unfortunate soul’s file folder. The afternoon’s coffee scent still lingering.
“That’s it? No arguments? No back talk? Just ‘okay’?”
You sigh. “I can’t win with you.”
“No, of course you can’t.” He doesn’t sound mocking, merely declaring an obvious fact.
“I don’t know what you want from me.” You realize the watercolor floral picture hanging on the wall in your bedroom is askew. You’ll have to straighten that at some point. For now, your eyes cannot stop following the crooked line of the silver frame. Silver eyes. “I don’t know why you don’t want me,” you say softly.
You think you hear the social worker swallow. “I never said I didn’t.”
“You never said you did, either.”
“Didn’t I? Maybe not with words. But in other ways.”
“You had me in your bed.”
“And?”
Your head tips back and you sigh in exasperation again. “Steve.”
“It’s not…it’s not Steve.”
“What?”
“My name. It’s not really Steve. It’s William.”
You frown midway through fluffing your pillows. “Why are you going by Steve, then?”
“It’s complicated.”
“So you want me to call you that instead?”
“When we’re alone, yes.”
“We’re always alone when we’re together.” You lie back down, nestling into your bed. It’s not as comfortable as the older man’s. You miss it already.
A little hum on the other end of the line that you don’t understand the meaning of, as if he’s enjoying some private joke.
“William,” you try out the sound of it. It suits him better, you think. You’d never thought he looked like a Steve. William sounded more…regal, maybe. No, not that. Classier, possibly. Distinguished? You don’t know.
In the course of your private musings you’ve missed the man’s reaction to hearing his real name falling from your lips. The silence stretches on and you repeat it, and this time you don’t miss that sound, that little satisfied groan, as if the man was savoring some guilty pleasure. You can’t imagine him feeling guilty about anything, though. He’s too entitled for that. No regrets. Just doing what he wants.
What would it feel like to be that way?
“Are you going to stop by tonight?” You can’t keep the hope out of your voice.
“No. But I’ll answer if you call.”
“Promise?”
“Yes. Hang on a minute.” You hear some rustling in the background. The sound of a door closing. “I’m back.”
“You must be ready to go home now. Quitting time.”
“Not just yet.”
“Paperwork again?”
“No.”
“Oh.” Your attempt at small talk seems to be failing. You’re not even sure why you’re both still on the line. It’s as if you’re both waiting for something. “You just closed your office door,” you realize out loud.
“Yes.”
“I wish I was there with you.”
A long pause. “Do you?”
“Mmm-hmm. Do you wish I was?”
Silence. He won’t admit it.
“What would you be doing if you were?”
Oh. Was he…was he actually trying to initiate phone sex with you? You’ve no experience with this. You’ve no idea what to say.
“On my knees, maybe. Or bent over the desk. Whichever you prefer.”
“Both.”
Your heart pounds at the curt admission. Was he touching himself? Were you supposed to?
“William…”
He inhales sharply, cursing. Oh, he was. You slide a hand beneath the waistband of your panties. Wet. It’s somehow worked its way over your sex already without guidance from your fingers. You glide over your clit and gasp, earning another appreciative sound from the career counselor. You can’t be too loud, because of your neighbors. He can’t be either, because he’s still at work. But making the noises of self pleasure hushed is almost more erotic.
“Beg me to fuck you.” It sounds like his teeth are gritted. You imagine one of those large hands wrapped around his impressive cock, pumping up and down.
“William…please, fuck me. I want you inside of me. I’m so wet…”
“You want me to fuck that tight pussy? Stretch you out on my big cock? Breed you right here in my office?”
“Yes.” You barely manage to hiss the word as you slide a finger inside your canal with one hand while the middle finger of the other continues massaging your bundle of nerves, teasing beneath the hood and then grinding that bud against the bone beneath the pink flesh. In all this time you’ve been fantasizing about him, you’ve never once done this. Waiting, maybe, for this moment. Permission. Encouragement. You want him to direct you. Command you.
“You want to cum on my dick? Have me fill you up?”
“William, yes, please…”
“Please what?”
“Let me cum. Fuck me…”
“Cum for me. Make yourself cum.”
Your head digs into your pillow as your neck arches back. The phone you’d had cradled between your head and shoulder slips down as you shudder violently, finding release. It almost hurts, it’s so intense. You can barely stand it. But you continue pumping inside and massaging outside until you’ve drained every last ounce of that feeling from your body, all that pent up tension from the last couple of weeks spilling out of you. You grab the phone and bring it back to your ear, panting, just in time to hear the older man curse, hear the chair creak loudly and a harsh rasp of breath, punched from his lungs as he explodes.
You straighten the elastic waistband of your panties, tugging the damp crotch back into place. You imagine he must be tucking himself back in and zipping his fly, belt properly secured.
You don’t know what to say. You feel like any singular word might be the exact wrong one. You’re not sure if this counts as progress, in whatever this strange relationship with the career counselor is.
He clears his throat and speaks first, saving you the trouble. “Call me if you need me tonight.”
“William.”
“What?”
“What if I need you right now?”
Bold, that. Things have changed. Maybe only temporarily. But you’ve learned his real name and you’ve gotten him this far and it feels like a victory.
“Watch the monitors. We’ll talk again soon.”
The line disconnects. You thumb the power button and set the cordless phone back on the charger. Earlier you’d thought you’d never nap before work. Now, post orgasm, you’re comfortably drowsy. You make sure your alarm is set and turn over.
William.
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Five Ways To Love
Hi guys :)
I’ve got several asks for a McFoord, I’m sorry it took so much time to write this one.
But here it is :) So please enjoy ❤️
TW : Alcohol.
The first time they almost kissed, it wasn’t very far from Katie’s break up. To cheer her up, Jordan proposed to go out and to have fun. It was during spring 2022, Lia and Caitlin have break up only one month before, just like Jordan and Leah, and it’s maybe what make them so close from the others.
Jordan went away since half an hour with a random girl, but Caitlin decided to stay with Katie. Just to be sure that she’s ok, after all she was the newest in the single club. It has nothing to do with how much she took her breath away when she saw her getting out of her bedroom when they collect her to come here, of course.
“Are you having fun?”
Caitlin suddenly raises her eyes from the glass she was looking at, to look at her friend. Katie is looking at her too with attention, so Caitlin gives her a sincere smile before answering.
“I am. Why?”
“Dunno. You seem distract.”
Caitlin shrug and answer something like “Meh” before finishing her drink. Katie’s glass being empty too, the Irish girl takes Caitlin’s hand to drag her to the dancefloor.
“Come on, let’s dance!”
Caitlin isn’t a good dancer honestly, as much as she is awful about singing. But she decides to let it go, enjoying her time with Katie. The younger girl is dancing at a rather appropriate distance from her, but soon there is more people on the dancefloor, so she has to get closer not to lose sight of Caitlin.
It’s seems natural when Katie put a hand on her hips so Caitlin doesn’t even react to it. They get closer every song though and soon Caitlin has her eyes in Katie’s eyes and their body are glued to each other.
But then Katie’s eyes drop on Caitlin’s lips briefly, not even one second. But the Aussie saw it, and it almost without thinking anything that she leans in Katie’s direction. The midfielder follows the movement, and their lips are only a few millimeters away from each other when a voice that they both know very well is shouting next to them.
“There you are! I was looking for you!”
Jordan is completely obvious of the moment she just interrupts, taking Caitlin’s hand to drag her to the bar and made her try some random cocktail. Caitlin just has the time to take Katie’s by her arm to take her with them, to not losing her in the crowd.
When Jordan put a green strange-looking glass in her hand, she looks up to Katie to see her smile. She seems amused by the disgusting look on Caitlin’s face even if Jordan swears that the cocktail is “so damn good”. But when their gazes cross, her smile get softer. Caitlin doesn’t have time to think a lot about it though, her small friends almost putting the straw in her mouth now.
The second time they almost kissed was during their trip, always with Jordan, in Ibiza. They are here with several other friends that Caitlin doesn’t really know. She just sticks with Katie almost all the time, enjoying having time with her. The Irish girl doesn’t seem to mind though, coming herself looking for Caitlin when they aren’t together.
“Can I ask you something?” Katie suddenly ask Caitlin, taking her away from the half-sleepiness she was in.
They are chilling around the swimming pool, in the house they rent, next to the beach. It was early in the afternoon and after a brunch some of them decided to go back to sleep, others went to the town. Katie and Caitlin chose to enjoy the swimming pool, even if they are tanning now.
“Sure” Caitlin yawns, turning her head to the other woman.
“Are you and Lia still talking? Because Rue is still writing to me and I don’t know what to do with it.”
Caitlin frowns, looking at her friend. She seems uncomfortable, but she appreciates the fact that she chooses her to confide her feelings.
“We are, but it’s not a daily thing. We are talking during training obviously, but clearly not messaging each other every day. What is she saying to you?”
Katie shrugs, looking away. Caitlin doesn’t want to press her, but she knows that the question doesn’t come from nowhere. She raises her glasses on her forehead to be able to better observe her friend before talking again.
“If you don’t want her to write you, why don’t you block her?”
“I tried” Katie sighs, laying down again on the big chaise longue they are sharing. “But then she starts to write to my mam, and I don’t want her to disturb my family.”
“Well, that’s creepy.”
Caitlin never liked Ruesha, but she was Katie’s girlfriend, so she always has been polished with the other Irish. They don’t really have compatible traits of character.
Katie doesn’t answer and just sighs. Feeling the other girl struggle, Caitlin gently put a hand on her arm, dragging Katie’s attention on her again.
“Hey, it’s going to be ok. Do you want me to talk to her?”
“Nah” Katie laughs, coming closer to Caitlin. “She will rip your head off. If she sees I don’t answer she will stop at one point.”
“If you say so.”
Caitlin feels strange when Katie put her head on her shoulder, even she knows that she shouldn’t. Katie is tactile with her friends, and this is what they are. Friends.
“Thanks, by the way” Katie says after a moment of silence.
“I haven’t done anything, but you are very welcome” Caitlin snorts.
“You are here for me. It means the world to me.”
Katie went to kiss her cheek, but Caitlin turns her head at the same time, and they are face to face, again. The sight is different of the one in the club, this time Caitlin can perfectly see Katie. There is the same powerful need to press her lips against Katie’s that the other day, but she doesn’t know if the feeling is reciprocated.
She loses several seconds to search in Katie’s eyes for a form of consent and when she thought she found it, someone is going out to where they are. Katie backs up to look who it is, and Caitlin briefly closes her eyes in frustration.
But it’s maybe better that way.
The third time they almost kissed, it was on Katie’s birthday, in September 2022. The girls went out for the Irish girl’s birthday, a party being held and organized by some of her closest friends. Almost attached by the hips now, Caitlin and Katie arrive together at the party.
Nothing has happened between them, more than time passed together, hugs, laughs or nights to talk to each other before falling asleep. It’s obvious for the people looking closer at their bond that there is more than friendship between them, but none of them had made any move for now.
Once again, they drink maybe a little too much, but Katie seems to have the time of her life and there is nothing more Caitlin want for her. She’s happy to have an excuse to be able to look at her the way she is, even if she has to share her with other people tonight.
Katie still chose to sit next to her for the meal, even if she’s been drag on the dancefloor as soon as they’re finished. Someone put some Irish music, Caitlin strongly suspects one of Katie’s siblings, so there is no way that she’s able to see Katie soon again.
To pass time, she talks with her friends, the one she knows thanks to Arsenal. Even if Katie starts to take her with her when she goes out, making her meet some of her friends.
But soon the alcohol makes her head fuzzy, and Caitlin really need to go out to have a fresh breath of air. She excuses herself to the people she was talking with, taking her jacket to go out. There are in London during the end of September after all. It’s cold outside at night now.
She lost herself in her thoughts, losing the idea of the time too. She’s happy to have her jacket though, the night being cold. Even if she’s here for several months now, she still misses the Australian heat she grows up with.
“There you are! I was looking for you!”
Caitlin would recognize Katie’s voice everywhere, especially because of her Irish accent, it’s true. She smiles when she turns her head to look at her friend coming for her, sitting on the wall she is lying on.
“What are you doing here all alone?” Katie asks Caitlin.
“It was too hot inside, with all the people and the alcohol.”
The answer is genius and Katie doesn’t seem to think otherwise. She looks at Caitlin with a pout anyway, crossing her arms on her chest.
“You should have asked me to come with you.”
“It’s your party, Katie. I wasn’t going to take the star of the night away of the others.”
Katie just grumbles something Caitlin doesn’t understand, but it makes her smile. Katie’s eyes are shinning and it’s not only because of the happiness. Those Irish beverages are something else.
“You haven’t given me my present, by the way.”
Surprised, Caitlin looks at Katie. They are making this party sooner in the month, because at the right date, they will all be in national camp. She wanted to give the bracelet she bought her on the right day.
“How many drinks did you had?” Caitlin giggles.
Katie smirks and shrugs for any answer. She doesn’t know who thought about bringing Irish beverages, but it was the best idea ever in her opinion. But she’s definitively drunk.
“It doesn’t matter. You still can give me a present now and the real on the right day.”
“I don’t have anything right now, Kat’.”
The Irish woman bites her lips thoughtfully several seconds before answering and Caitlin has to really concentrate herself to think about something else than Katie’s lips.
“Give me a kiss”
“What?”
She must have heard wrong. There is no way that Katie is suggesting that she kisses her here and now. Not with the light tone she used.
“Kiss me.”
“Katie, you are drunk. You won’t remember any of this tomorrow.”
Katie pouts again but she’s looking at Caitlin with determination. The Aussie feels herself getting softer, maybe Katie really wants that kiss. As much as she does herself.
“You know what? If you remember that talk tomorrow morning, just tell me. Maybe you’ll get your present at that moment.”
“Great” Katie grins.
“Let’s go inside again, yeah?”
Katie nods and takes Caitlin’s hand in hers to go inside. The heat is still not really pleasant, but more supportable for Caitlin. Katie doesn’t let her hand go right away, only when they are at their seat again.
“Cake time!” someone shouts, and the lights are suddenly off.
The fourth time they almost kissed, it was during Caitlin’s birthday. The Australian girl chooses to go out with a lot less friends that there was for Katie’s birthday. A lot of them are from Arsenal, like Beth and Viv, Steph Catley and her boyfriend or Leah but Mackenzie Arnold is here too with her girlfriend, just like Alanna who made the trip from Manchester. Caitlin invited Lia too, but the Swiss woman is in Barcelona, to see her friend Ana.
Well, that’s the official version, Caitlin knows that there is a special someone for Lia there and she’s nothing but happy for her.
They went to a restaurant to eat something and then chose a nightclub Leah knows apparently very well. And it was great to be honest, Caitlin is having a very good time. The place they chose is very close to some of their houses, so they can go home walking if they want to.
Caitlin is looking thoughtfully at Mackenzie dancing with Kirsty when Katie comes to sit down next to her after having dancing herself.
“Hi there” grins Katie, taking a sip from Caitlin’s glass.
They never talk again about the discussion they had outside at Katie’s birthday, so Caitlin assumed that Katie was effectively too drunk to remember. She doesn’t have any regret not to kissed her, even if she still wants it very much.
“You ok?” Katie asks.
“I am. What about you?”
Their table isn’t very close to the dancefloor, they are in the VIP section thanks to Leah. So they don’t have to shout to be heard by the other, which is very pleasant in their opinions.
“I am too. Aren’t you sad that Lia isn’t here?”
“Nah, I mean she’s probably having a better time where she is.”
Katie shoots her a strange look and Caitlin remember that Lia’s relationship with Mariona isn’t known by anyone in the team, except Leah and herself.
“Has she met someone?”
“Kinda” Caitlin shrugs.
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
Caitlin just shakes her head and smile. Lia talked to her about Mariona as soon as she realized that it might have something between them and they kind of talked about Caitlin and Katie too, but there is no need for Katie to know that for now.
“No. I’m happy for her, really. She deserves the best.”
Katie just hums, looking at Caitlin from the corner of her eyes.
“What?” Caitlin laughs. “Would you mind if Ruesha find someone else?”
“Oh God, no. At least it would help her relax a little bit.”
Caitlin snorts and Katie smirks. The older Irish still comes sometimes in their discussions, usually because she’s still writing to Katie. Sometimes being very gentle and sweet and other times pretty mad. Maybe because Katie still doesn’t answer to her messages.
After that, Beth proposed to them a shot contest and Katie almost jump from her seat with enthusiasm. Smiling, Caitlin follows them as close as possible from Katie.
Several hours later, they are going to Caitlin’s home, very more than tipsy. They are giggling about something they don’t even remember, and Katie is holding Caitlin’s hand to help her not to fall.
“You are wracked” Katie laughs while looking at Caitlin.
Caitlin laughs this time, looking for her house keys in her purse. She misses the way Katie is looking at her, passing her tongue on her lips.
She waits for Caitlin to find her keys, helping her to climb the big stairs going to her house’s door. But at the last stair step, Caitlin trips and almost take Katie in the fall with her. Thanks to Katie’s reflexes, they only finish against the wall. Caitlin’s back against it while Katie faces her, her hands on either side of her hips.
“Fuck, are you ok?” Katie asks with concern.
She’s pretty sure that Caitlin hits her head hard.
“You are so beautiful it hurt.”
It wasn’t the kind of answer she was waiting, and she’s so taking aback that she feels herself blushing. Sober Caitlin isn’t as frisky as drunky Caitlin. She smiles nevertheless, looking at the other girl’s face with attention.
“I remember, you know?” Katie says suddenly. “The discussion about the kiss on my birthday.”
“I thought you forgot” Caitlin mumbles.
Katie smiles softly and shakes her head. Caitlin passes her hand around the younger’s hips, holding her even closer than before.
“I wouldn’t mind a gift like this. Just saying.”
Katie is still smiling and press gently her forehead against Caitlin’s. The latter can smell her perfume and the heat of her skin.
“Not now. Not like this. I understand now how you felt on my birthday” Katie whispers.
Her breath is stroking Caitlin’s lips and the Aussie really think she will lose her mind. She can’t hide the disappointment she’s feeling. But she melts when she feels the Irish girl cupping her jaw with a softness that would surprise people who only know Katie as the hard midfielder.
“Let’s do things right, ok?”
Caitlin nods after some seconds, still looking into Katie’s eyes. The younger one smiles and kiss Caitlin’s cheek softly before backing up.
“You’re still sleeping here, right?” Caitlin asks when her breath is normal again.
Katie smiles and nods before taking the keys from Caitlin’s hand to open the door. It was what were decided before anyway and she had too many drinks to drive at her house. And she loves to wake up knowing that Caitlin isn’t far away.
For Christmas, Arsenal organised a gala, inviting every single player of their senior teams. It means that they are mix with the men’s team, which Katie doesn’t like very much. To help them to talk to somebody they maybe never talked before, they organize a draw to know next to who they will sit.
Needless to say, Katie found herself across the room from Caitlin’s table. She pouted the whole night, much to Viv’s and Noelle’s amusement, both sharing the table with Katie and some random male players. She sulks even harder when she saw that Caitlin seems to have fun, laughing at a joke of one of the men.
She mechanically takes her phone out of her pocket when she feels it vibrate, not really interested in the others’ discussions.
From Caitlin 🦘 💛
Why is there a pout on that pretty face?
Katie looks up from her phone to look at Caitlin, just to see that she’s already looking at her. She’s smirking at her and she raises an eyebrow when she see that Katie is looking at her too.
From Katie 🐈💚
Because the most beautiful girl in here is too far away of me
Plus an asshole is definitively hitting on her
From Caitlin 🦘 💛
Dunno who’s that girl but she’s lucky to be called beautiful by you
Katie rolls her eyes and looks at Caitlin again. The Aussie is still smiling, and Katie realize that she’s smiling too. She sends a wink to the other girl who sent her a kiss back.
True to her words, Katie took Caitlin in two different dates since November, and they had a very good time. No kisses, but the flirting is on point. And Katie loves it.
What she doesn’t love anyway it’s the thought that tomorrow they will be separated by almost all the globe, Caitlin going home in her family for Christmas. She’s going herself in Ireland to celebrate, but she will miss the other girl like crazy.
“Who are you texting?” Noelle asks her.
“No one”
She puts her phone again on her pocket, but the look she throw in Caitlin’s direction talk for her. Viv just have to follow it to understand and she smiles softly.
“I always thought that Caitlin’s second name was Jade, not No one”
Katie throws a napkin at her, making the Dutch woman laughs. Luckily for Katie, the diner is soon finish and they are invited to go to the adjoining room, where pictures of the previous years are hanging on the wall.
Katie makes a beeline for Caitlin, putting delicately her hand in the lower back of the Australian woman. Caitlin was looking at a picture of the first woman team, but she quickly turns her attention on Katie when she feels her next to her.
“Fancy seeing you here” Caitlin jokes.
Katie feels herself relax a little bit, she’s next to Caitlin and that weirdo isn’t near them. She knows that Caitlin isn’t attract in men, but still. She doesn’t like the idea of someone being interested in her.
“Did you have fun?” Caitlin asks.
“Not really. It would have been better to be with you.”
The striker smiles and Katie just have to look in her eyes to know that it’s reciprocal. Their exchange of looks lasts a few more seconds, during which Caitlin finds herself sticking as much as possible to the other woman.
“Can we get out of here?”
Katie is dying to have a least several minutes alone with her. Caitlin looks around them, realizing that no one seems to be interested in them. The girls of the team are maybe a little too used to their behavior and the other people don’t seem to mind either.
“Let’s go.”
Caitlin has the impression to be a teenager again, running away with the girl she’s in love with during a party. But she likes the feeling. She likes everything Katie makes her feel. She likes Katie.
Katie who takes her hand to drag her outside. Caitlin shivers violently outside, struck by the cold. It makes Katie smile, but she doesn’t wait to give her her jacket. Which seems to disturb Caitlin.
“Katie it’s freezing, you’ll catch a pneumonia” Caitlin tries to protest.
But the Irish woman doesn’t listen, enveloping the other woman in her clothe. She likes the sight of Caitlin in it a little too much.
“I don’t feel the cold” she remembers Caitlin with a smirk.
The latter rolls her eyes but open her arms wide.
“Come here at least.”
Katie doesn’t wait one second before accepting, getting in Caitlin’s arms. It’s definitively not the first hug they share, but not a lot felt so intimate. She feels Caitlin passes her hand around her, seeking to protect her from the cold. And just because she could, she closes the last centimeters between them, hiding her face in Caitlin’s neck.
“I’m going to miss you so much” Katie whispers.
It makes Caitlin smile, even if she’s sad herself. Katie is happy to be able to catch up with all of her brothers and sisters, that she can’t see enough to her liking. But she knew it would be the case when she joined Arsenal.
“I’ll miss you too” Caitlin sighs. “But we can call each other, right?”
“Of course.”
There is a moment of silence but it’s comfortable. Caitlin is bigger from only several centimeters and there isn’t a big difference of height between them. Which the Australian girl love.
“It’s snowing.”
Caitlin’s voice is only a whisper, like she’s scared to break the sweetness of the moment. Katie gently lifts her face from her hiding place to look at the sky and see that indeed, small flakes began to fall.
“It’s beautiful” Caitlin smiles softly.
“Not as much as you are” Katie smirks.
Caitlin is still smiling, more than used to Katie’s sweet words, and when she when she gently removes snowflakes stuck in Katie’s hair, she realizes that the other girl is looking at her. Her hand passes from her hair to her neck, and she feels the goosebumps on Katie’s skin.
She knows what would happen and her heart beats faster in anticipation. They wait for this moment way too much not to be sure about it. Katie leans in and this time, there is nothing to stop them. Nothing to come between them.
Their first kiss is sweet and soft and delicate, making both of them forget everything that isn’t related to the other. They could have been interrupted by someone, but it’s apparently too cold for anyone to come outside. Not that they mind.
Caitlin can’t help but smile against Katie lips. They are softer than she imagined and the kiss is addictive.
They never reappeared at the party, preferring to slip away at Katie’s to enjoy their last hours of the year together. More than a kiss will be exchanged that night and they passed once again the night enjoying each other company, deciding to sleep in the plane they both will take separately the day after.
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Would KK 3 era Terry steal beloveds panties / thongs and make a secret shrine out of them? Or smell them when she wasn't around? (Only 2 more to send! 😂)
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I generally think Terry relishes in snooping through intimate items.
Collecting them, sure.
Holding unto them in some perverse display of ownership, yes.
Like maintaining a trophy.
Not limited to just the unmentionable type of intimates; namely, panties and undergarments, which would seem like the obvious target of any stalking pervert.
No.
I think Terry's interested in everything.
Literally everything he can find or stumble upon. Old newspapers beloved's (or an enemy in general) kept. Trinkets. Books, read and unread. Mundane nonsense. The wrapper of a chocolate. A half emptied deodorant bottle. The chunk of hair caught in their brush. The contents of a pill cabinet. How much dust has or has not accumulated over furniture tops. The method with which his target folds their clothes. Their drawer of socks. Old memories. New memories. Where they keep the spare key. Do they have a jar of money. The contents of a diary. What's in their fridge and by extension, what are their eating habits. What laundry detergent they use and what it smells like. The general layout and feel of their home. Are they a messy or a tidy person.
I mean, literally anything you can imagine interests him and he sees potential in everything, no matter how mundane and seemingly ridiculous. Why? Because it's all information and informations are power. Something someone like him might've learned during his army days; Never disregard any piece of intel, because that very same intel might tactically stand between you and death itself. He was supposedly in the Spec Ops, so it's very likely this training has been embedded in him to the degree it bled into every habit he has because scouring an apartment he broke into isn't that different from scouring a booby trapped base camp or a battlefield to Terry. He functions under eerily similar principles in both war and peace. See, if you've an eye for detail --- all details --- you can discover incredible things about a person's habits. Interests. Personality. Mentality. Daily and night routines. Their comings and goings. Weakness you can exploit. Strengths you can appeal to. Secrets they want to hide. Interests you can emulate. How their very insides smell like judging by the soaked fabric of worn, used underwear fished out of a hamper. It's all right there. In someone's surroundings. In their domain. The home they inhabit. That's pretty much how he tried to appeal to Mr. Miyagi by discovering what unit the man served in during WWII and conveniently bringing up the fact that he too is a veteran and that war is, in fact, hell. Nevermind what people say. Often times, you should disregard what people do too, because even patterns of habit can deceive and a deceiver like Terry should know. How people live? Now, there's where all answers are usually contained. All it takes is breaking into someone's house once, and if you're tenacious and determined enough, if you've a talent for looking, you can find out...literally whatever you want just by observing at what you see around you.
You'll have control over the situation.
And an upper hand over people in ways they don't have over you.
And I think Terry has a legitimate glee when he snoops through people's things.
There's childlike excitement in literally everything he finds.
It's like going to an endless candy shop for him.
Precisely because it represents power.
Which, by extension, might be why he was so distraught when Chozen, Johnny, Mike Barnes and Daniel Larusso broke into his home because he very well understands the meaning of someone trespassing into your privacy and all the ways it violates the sanctity of intimacy. All the ways they had power over him in that moment, very well beyond his control. All the things they could've discovered about him. All the ways he was open to scrutiny and observation by an enemy. All the ways he was infuriatingly vulnerable.
That being said, he is something of a hypocrite with double standards.
He's fully keen on collecting beloved's panties, underwear and god only knows what else and keeping all of these things and much, much more as a trophies for a shrine, a private collection or merely his own personal enjoyment, but he'll just as well fly into a rage under the right circumstances at the very notion of someone doing as much as harmlessly walking around the mere premises of his estate without explicit permission. He can do unto you as he likes, but be prepared for retaliation if you do unto him as you like.
#terry silver#kk3#cobra kai#tw; stalking#tw; panty stealking#tw; breaking and entering#tw; collecting trophies#tw; voyeurism#tw; having a shrine full of stolen things#terry silver x reader#terry silver x beloved
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haven’t seen the dippers in a while soooo, this ask is for all of them! what / who makes them smile & if they were to describe their s/o, how would they describe them? (if they don’t have one you can replace it with their best friend or anything else they treasure) thanksss!
[DIPPERS HAVE RESPONDED]
[ARLOW] ::
“Ah, I think wholeheartedly just Jae’s existence makes me smile.” he coughs scratching his cheek before regaining his composure.
“He’s like a bunny always overly curious about everything, easily lovable, but can easily be in danger if not looked after. You have to treat him with care and spoil when needed.”
Jae can be found @/tricksh0t
[TARŌ] ::
“What makes me smile? Being surrounded by people that I know care about me just as much as I do for them. Knowing we got each other’s back through thick and thin… is something I wished I had in the past.” Tarō responds enthusiastically before perking up at the next question.
“Remi is someone that needs to be protected. Not because she isn’t strong, it’s because she’s too precious to lose. She’s an amazing and very caring person and the fact that someone had the audacity to take her kindness for granted and make her life miserable. I won’t forgive them for that. However, I’ll do whatever I can to restore her happiness by being there for her… forever and always.”
Remi can be found @/fav0ritefreaks
[JIAN] ::
“Baking. I know I’m probably going to be the odd one out, but there’s some sort of satisfaction creating something that you know everyone will enjoy. Plus, it’s in a way my coping mechanism for stress so in a way… baking can always bring a smile on my face.” Jian smiles bashfully before her face turns serious.
“First and foremost— Angie is beautiful. Let’s set the record straight and end the false rumors. Two. She’s cute but scary at the same time I don’t know how she does it. Three. A literal angel she’s so sweet and caring I can just melt here thinking about her…”
Angie can be found @/svnspirits
[XINYI] ::
“I suppose making my friends and members laugh at my clownery, as Sookie likes to call it, puts a smile on my face. Being able to literally turn their frowns upside down and make them feel better makes me feel better.” Xinyi laughs.
“Liling is more than what meets the eye. Did I say that right? Anyways, she is lovable and did I mention adorable when she gets excited. Plus, she tolerates my jokes! A caring soul that no one and I mean no one deserves. Not even me!”
You can find Liling @/hshtag
[RIM] ::
“Food. If I could I’d be doing one of those Mukbangs. Give me food and I’ll be sedated for the day.” Rim responds rather bluntly but there’s a smile on his face.
“Here we go with the love life questions again except with options. I guess, I treasure a peoples views about me. I’m not bothered by the verity of opinions of me because I know the people that really take the time to know me see the real me.”
[SOOKIE] ::
“What makes me smile?” Sookie says before pausing to roll her eyes to laugh. “I guess when I see everyone having a good time/in a good mood. You can’t help but he like hey they are happy so I should be too.”
“The thing I treasure the most is sleep. It’s so hard to fall asleep easily especially nowadays with practice. I miss the days I get lucky and get at least eight hours of sleep.”
[AERI] ::
“Affection! Whenever, I feel down the members always give me hugs, cuddles, and kisses to make me feel ten times better. It’s so comforting and reassuring that I’ll be okay.” Aeri says.
“Hm, Im actually not sure. I guess my group members. They helped me through the rough patches of my life and help me be a better person.”
[ SPARKZ HAS RESPONDED ]
“Sorry about the lack of updates anon TwT. I’ve been moving and I finally got settled. I’m trying to get into a new routine I guess lol and I’m a procrastinator… Anyways they’ll be slow updates but thanks for your support 🥺🥺
#asks.txt#anon.txt#aaaaaaaa#the fact that half of them can answer this now#🥺🥺#sorry this took long whewww
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wip thing...
of my bg3 avatar hellebore. i also did some casual nude studies of my 3 characters which i'll put under a cut... rather unlike me after all. (so WARNING for abrupt non-sexual full Artistic nudity lol...,,,,) (< won't be making a habit of this)
they mean the world to me
#bg3 spoilers#?? idk. gith look so..Emaciated. And long. i guess we don't eat on the astral plane :) anyway..well..too much to say.....#it is very very very depressing having to live in the Real World after that final playthrough meant so very much to me.#i normally feel Hope & suchlike after finishing a highly immersive emotional game..but it's too hard this time and it hurtsssss lol yippee#i appreciate bg3 very much for being a place where i could access the concept of nudity & such like in a way that finally felt comfortable.#bodies are inherently non-sexual. they just Are a Fact of Life. this game being NORMAL about nudity from the character creation screen#makes it possible for someone like me to actually have a chance at accessing sensuality in a way that feels comfortable from there.#dont feel like putting it into words further. im ace. just very grateful to this game. even despite the horrors i will never ever forget it#augoh..gugf.. want to go back. my friends & love are in there.....i'm supposed to just move on? in the real world??? THIS place???? UHH????#my characters canonically look like that too!! i see them as intersex and not so much trans. They just look that way.#Diversity win!!! the people who enacted horrors upon you and are trying to kill you again respect your pronouns!!!! <3#I FAILED HONOUR MODE IN THE STUPIDEST WAY POSSIBLE..ACCIDENTALLY TOUCHED AN ITEM. MY LOVER TOUCHED SOME BLOOD-TOUCHED RAG ITEM @ THE CRECHE#AND MY PEOPLE MASSACRED US... YOU BELOVED PRAT. OF COURSE IT WOULD BE YOU AND IN THIS WAY#grateful for love triangle chaos...INTENSE EX DRAMA... IT HAD MAJOR REPURCUSSIONS THIS TIME...ohh so very much happened ohh my dear#truly don't know how to face the Real World now for real. I Don't Know. something has snapped. ive realised twt just makes me feel sad lol#if something in my spare time isn't at least half as fun as bg3....like.. it's not good enough. god we only have one wild and precious life#being Online makes me feel a loneliness so wretched and painful and horrible i really don't think this is the answer.#Why did you even start drawing in the first place? Why did you start this?#For real..the need to work this out and decide what on earth i'm going to do now has presented itself. Why try to get better..why be online#someone who has an imagination that can keep them so happy and fulfilled...has no business also feeling a loneliness as profound as this.#why was someone THIS introverted and withdrawn and anxious also cursed with such a restlessness?#What are you going to DO now? because hellebore and their lover are fine....... So what about you...?#hellebore..😭😭 AUUGHH!! I JUST WANT TO GO TO MY BED IN THE INN...PLAY ON MY VIOLIN THAT'S WHAT I'D DO!!!! i'd drink some ALE DAMNIT!!!!!#i was rereading My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness- the only time i've seen this level of emotional isolation depicted-and was grateful.#but then i read her latest book and now she has a debilitating substance abuse situation and it's upsetting.#I hope she finds what she was looking for. I hope we all make it. kind of wild that i dont do such major self-sabotage at this point myself#I truly think anyone who manages to find dear friends and achieve fulfillment and happiness with others outside themselves are amazing.#I see it happen from my tower. i hope we all make it. I hope we can make it through everything to come.#Why did i say all this on drawings of my characters naked. ah who even cares any more......
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rough childhood headcanon qs / @clxscdeyes / no longer accepting !
╰┈➤ 7 . how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?
||. one whole "today years old" post!ragnarok and hela's reveal. Except, even then, according to the movie, not really because Thor is still in heavy denial about all of it where Odin is concerned. I've spoken a bit (here) about how Thor adores his family; he idolizes them and views them through blinding rose-colored glasses, (especially when they're deceased) and that is especially true of his circumstances.
So, very often times when the truth clashes with the rose-colored view of them (namely: his father), Thor does one of two things: find a way to justify the words or action with the surrounding context of the time to make it make sense (e.g., well he scolded me harshly because i was talking back), or avoid it altogether. (this is his go-to. no talking about it; thor would rather not right now, so he does not.)
Key example being: he would rather focus on how his father changed his ways, and the Odin that he knew and grew up with was a man who had turned away from pursuing war for war's sake, and was instead one who valued peace and life. He would rather focus on that aspect of Odin, and take in the broader picture of Odin's life. REGARDLESS of the fact that what Thor is deeply, personally affected - not with the realization that Odin changed his ways once upon a time - but by the fact that he lied to him, manipulated him, and controlled and shaped every aspect of his being, for Thor's whole life, JUST to avoid another Hela. Someone who Thor is not, could not be farther from, and never knew about, because Odin (apparently) kept the matter of his true first-born a closely-guarded secret and seemingly would have continued to were it not for Odin's death, Hela's escape, and Ragnarok all coinciding at the same moment in time.
And this, all because Thor rationalizes it as "well, I wouldn't want to be remembered and judged based on the person that I used to be. I should extend that same kindness to my father, because he too, changed." (x10 because now Odin is dead. And it's in poor-taste to speak ill of a dead man.)
The problem namely being: Thor only talks about things when Thor decides it's time to talk about things ; when he is ready. ...but as this is a topic that ripple effects down to Thor's core, good luck getting him to open up about it, even just with himself.
#(yknow what sucks most about this is that 2011-2015 thor was on a trajectory where)#(while he still wouldn't talk about a lot of things he wasn't as firmly rooted in /absolute denial/ like he is now >>)#(he would lock up and not talk about his personal feelings but he was still /thinking/ about them)#(- and could grow ready to share his thoughts once he processed through all of it.)#(or at least he would broach the broad concepts while still lightly brushing over 'k but how did it make THOR feel')#(dude would rather choke than talk about his own feelings no support system for thor he's so dumb)#(which is also just so funny because he never /denied/ the fact that he's feeling under the weather either)#(he just... won't elaborate on why he is or how to feel better.)#(but anyways)#(to rationalize the trajectory shift away from 'thor being able to talk about deeply upsetting topics for him even if it's uncomfortable')#(i've decided that so much has happened in such a short amount of time and there's /so/ many things eating at him-)#(-that he's subconsciously decided he's not going to talk much about any of them. because there's just too much.)#(the vibe of 'if i talk about this now i'm going to fall and if i fall i don't know if i can get up again because it's finally too heavy)#(-and i can't afford to fall down bc there's too much at stake outside of me so i just will not take the chance')#(he can if he's ever with someone he truly trusts and he can speak about it NORMALLY if that person pushes him enough)#(because you've always had to needle thor to /actually answer your question/ rather than talk half-way around it)#(//stares at thor 2011 where he never opens up to jane even once not even at the fire-side chat)#(but until then it's big denial mode bc ragnarok messed him up something fierce and i'm not even talking about-)#(-the order of in-universe events that happen in the movie orz)#( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page .#( answered . ) — black feathers fall to a raven's call .#clxscdeyes#( headcanon . ) — glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper .
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"DIY tiny home you can build in weeks", ok... now lets see the cost
...seven and a half minutes later, the answer is $75k... so when you include land and all the rest of it, so basically nothing right?
This is my problem with tiny homes stuff, it's for rich people
#and as much as I'm pro home ownership since like... my house is pretty much what's made my life feasible#like I know two things for a fact; we don't have room to give every last person a house#(especially if they're basically one bedroom sized things dotting the land)#and not everyone even wants to own a home#but like... lets say that everyone did want to own a place... we can't even do single family stuff let alone infinite tiny homes#so you'd need to have at least some homes in the form of basically owned units in an apartment complex which... sounds like condos#and so... I legit don't even come close to having the answer for this#but the sad thing is... a commie block kind of beats a tiny home if we're honest I think#not even in some like... brutalist dystopian shoving people together kind of way#like I think I'd rather live in a well maintained commie block style apartment than in one of infinite tiny homes doting the land#I really really really like tiny homes as a concept... but every time you look at them you realize... it's all for rich people#and half of them are just gentrified trailers or closet sized apartments getting dressed up by an architect to up the price#like I'm not even trying to shit on this company cause like I'm for assembly line style home production#especially compared to the cheap shit we throw up now; it makes me with I could puke in anger and disgust at it#they showed clips to contrast with of a home being tossed up and the shit materials they use disgust me#seeing massive... whatever you call those new home blights... communities I guess; springing up they always look like they're made of trash#so yeah... I like this building style better than shitty single family homes 'from the low 300s'#but I think that these people are either doing a sales pitch; missing the big picture; or both when they talk about this#like this can't fix the housing crisis cause... one no one can afford shit even if it's... lets say $175k; that's a lot to ask most people#but two is it won't work long term to just dot a million little houses across the land#cause quite apart from finding all that land; think of all the electric grid and water infrastructure you have to lay#(or are these people expected to be able to afford solar and all that? cause... they ain't poor if they're doing that)#(and I'd kind of like poor people to not be screwed by the housing problems we have; the rich can get bent honestly)#I like living on my own in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere; I wouldn't want someone right next to me#so I'm literally the kind of person people bitching about rural folks is bitching about; so know that's not what I'm saying#but let's be honest... we need better and cheaper urban infrastructure and we need less suburbs and housing communities#and that's where the solution is gonna lie; not in reinventing the single family home (or smaller)#eh... I really really really like tiny homes and think they're neat... but I can't help but see they're rich people play things#...and that's my thoughts on this#it's kind of like how solar is nice and all... but just a few good nuclear plants would be a better solution than solar on every roof
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